Anal ecstacy with a malayali teenage girl

This is a real story involving a real girl in my neighborhood. The name also is real because, well how does it matter? There are so many girls named Prabha. Prabha was a typically Malayali girl - dusky complexion, big eyes, thick, long and coiled hair and pouting lips that seemed to suggest she wanted to suck a huge cock. Even in her teens she had developed a huge set of boobs that seemed to defy gravity.

I was 15 years elder to her and had seen her grow up in front of me. She called me dada (elder brother). I was known for being good at mathematics. So a lot of parents used to send their teens to get their doubts cleared from me. I wasn't a lecher and hence never had sexual thoughts about anyone back then. But Prabha was different. As she grew up, her anatomical changes had started having an effect on me.

I also noticed changes in her behaviour towards me. Often I thought she used to bring me some very silly doubts, though I wasn't sure if it was with an intention to meet me more often. While talking too, her voice appeared to be a bit on the seductive/naughty side, though I thought it was my illusion. But it was her big boobs that always gave me a thick rock between my legs whenever I taught her some math. Once she was gone, I had to offload a thick load of cum. I always fantasized of me and her naked and visualize her dark boobs bouncing around but never acted on the fantasies until that fateful day.

It was a lazy, rainy day and I had not gone to office because of heavy rains. Prabha's school also had declared early closure. On returning home, she noticed me at my window. She gave her usual smile and told me, "Dada, I have some doubts and want to meet you" to which I replied back "Anytime, Prabha!".

Just as I was day-dreaming of the possibilities with me and Prabha alone for the next few hours, the door-bell rang. There stood this beautiful, buxom malayali teen with a smile on her face and a couple of books in her hand. I gestured her to come in. She also seemed to have something in her mind too because she was dressed up differently this time. Her red T-shirt seemed to be one size too short and she was wearing a relatively short skirt that flaunted her hairless dark legs. As she sat, I could see her T-shirt exposing a bit of her waist and the skirt was way above her knees.

She said she had a test coming up and wanted me to give her some random problems to solve and help her if she got stuck on some concept. As I gave her a first couple of problems to solve, she did not seem to show much interest. While she kept struggling with them, I had my gaze fixed at her body. Her nipples were causing an impression through the t-shirt and increasing my urge to play with them. I started become a bit tactile with her. While explaining, I would touch her arms slightly, brush past her fingers a couple of times. Her indifference encouraged me to reach out for her waist, first over her T-shirt and then just a little bit longer on the naked part of waist. This intimacy seemed to be having an effect on her as I could see a slight blush on her face. At one point of time, while explaining her how to solve one problem based on pythagoras theorem, I rested my hand very lightly on her bare thigh.

I told her, "Now hopefully all your doubts are clear. So I won't be answering any further questions. You have to answer them on your own." Took one pause and a long breath and then said, "Here's the deal - one question at a time - you answer, you can get me to do anything. But if you don't, you have to obey me". She seemed to be oblivious to what the deal meant when she agreed to it.

I started off by giving her an algebra problem to expand the brackets and 5 min to solve it. As usual, Prabha struggled to multiply signed numbers and came up with a wrong answer. She looked into my eyes with anticipation whether the answer is correct or not. I looked at her angrily and shouted at her "I have explained you how to solve this so many times. Why is this so difficult for you?". She already had some tears in her eyes. After a bit of silence, I reminded her of the deal.

I told her to remove her T-Shirt and hand it over to me. She was scared and couldn't believe what she heard. She pleaded for another chance. I asked, "Prabha, you have a choice. Either you are removing your T-shirt yourself or I remove it for you". "Dada, I am feeling shy", she held on the hem of her T tightly and blushed. In order to change the mood, I turned gentle with her and calmed her down, "Look Prabha, we both are alone here. What happens here will be a little secret between the two of us. You are so young and beautiful. I'm sure the other guys whom you have shown your flesh must have liked it. So no harm showing it to me, too, dear." I was shocked to know from her that she has not done this kind of thing with anyone else so far. Saying that there is always a first time, I pulled at her T-shirt and started lifting it. As she gave up her reluctance, I got a good view of her narrow waistline, deep navel and as the T moved over her head, the objects of my wild dreams - those large, dark globes still partly hidden under her red coloured bra. With one last manoeuvre, I pulled her T-shirt off and threw it in the opposite corner of the room.

There she was, trying to hide her modesty by folding her hands to cover her cleavage. I whistled and said, "Look at you, at such a tender age, you are already looking like a complete woman" and complimented her size. Her shy smile and heaving chest told me that she had started enjoying this game.

"So shall we move on to the next question, Prabha?", to which she just nodded her head. I scribbled another problem on her notebook and handed it to her. "You can not solve this problem with folded hands, Prabha. Don't worry about your boobs. Shed your inhibitions now, dear". As she bent to write her answer, her voluptous cleavage became available for me to get an eyeful of. They were so large. It was forming a deep valley. It would be just a matter of time in which I will get to see those dark aureoles that have got me to masturbate so many times.

I moved in closer to her, my legs almost touching hers and the left hand resting on the head-rest behind her. She got so conscious with the move that she could not focus on the problem. The arm kept moving behind her, sometimes fondling her left ear, then caressing her bare back and left arm, while she struggled with the pen and paper. “Please don’t do that”, she would coyly whisper with a blush on her face and yet, seemed to be relishing my every move. Finally, she gave up on the problem. “So, now what’s coming off, sweetie?”, I asked with a sly smile as I tickled her back near her bra-strap, in a way gesturing her to remove it. She apparently had different thoughts. Probably, not yet ready to show her prized possessions, she stood up to remove her skirt. I wasn’t complaining. Anyways, I knew pretty soon, she would be standing stark naked right in front of my lustful eyes.

As she unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it, the skirt hit the floor and the sexy teen stood in front of me in nothing but her inners. And so sexy lingerie, she was wearing. A red panty to match with her bra. It was hiding nothing except a beautiful tight pussy that had caused a bit of a wet mark on the panty. She was already in ecstasy, it seemed. I pulled her towards me gently and gestured her to sit on my lap while I gave her the next problem to work on.

I usually don’t wear anything underneath my shorts while at home. I keeps my genitals ventilated in the scorching heat and humidity of Mumbai weather. That day too, only my shorts and her thin panty material was separating my bulging cock from her dark, Malayali ass. She kept squirming as my cock kept throbbing underneath, well aligned with her ass-crack. Her dark, thick hair went all the way to her ass and bunched up on my lap, blocking my view of her almost naked back side. So while she kept struggling with the problem at hand, I gently took hold of her hair and moved them over her shoulder to the front. Ogling at her curvaceous back side gave me even bigger erection and it wilding struggled along the crack of her beautiful ass.

Amidst her playful resistance and “Dada, please don’t touch me there” and “Please don’t do that”, I kept running my palms along her waist, feeling every inch of her feminine body, kissed and nibbled at her ears from behind. I showed no hurry to fondle those big boobs but I was losing my patience and wanted my hands full with those globes. But I kept teasing her by moving my hands close to them but not touching them.

As she timed out on the math problem I gave her, I did not have to ask her to strip further. Her hands automatically moved back to unsnap her bra. This was the moment I had waited for all along the months since I first noticed her femininity. This was the moment when I was going to compare these real boobs as against what I imagined them to be like when I used to masturbate. Her bra fell off to her lap. Lo, and behold! This virgin, straight out of Kamasutra was sitting on my lap, topless. I had seen many boobs of varied sizes but never before I had seen this size defying gravity. They were standing firm with the nipples pointing upward. And those aureoles were so dark and large. They must have been larger than a Rs. 10 coin!

By now, she had even stopped pretending shyness or maybe she understood there’s no point attempting to cover herself up anymore. So I whispered in her ear, “Do you even want another problem to lose your panty?!” She gently stood up and took a few strides away from me. As she bent forward with her ass facing me, I knew what to expect next. Slowly her thumbs disappeared into the sides of her thin, red panty and she wriggled her ass to slide that thin material of the cloth separating me from a virgin, naked ass of a dark malayali maiden. And what a sexy pair of cheeks surrounded that puckered hole of hers. Her head turned around with a blushing smile on her face and a naughty look in her eyes. She was checking my reaction to the small strip-tease she was doing in front of me. As she bent to pull her panty all the way down her knees, I could see a bit of her pussy lips peeping from under her ass. 

She stepped out from her panty, completely naked but still facing away from me with the flimsy material of panty in her hand. Then slowly, she turned to show me her wet pussy lips. I pulled her towards me and my palms gently went around her ass cheeks and once again brought her very close to me. She appeared embarrassed by the sharp contrast between me being fully clothed and her complete nudity. I told her, “Since you have been such a good and obedient student, I allow you an opportunity to remove any one piece of clothing from my body”.

Prabha knew what she wanted but did not want to feel like a slut. So she stood there coyly for a while. I told her to hurry up and that it was OK to get rid of all inhibitions. She knelt down and went for pulling off my shorts. She had realized a while back that there was nothing underneath from the way my cock was playing havoc under her ass when she was on my lap. So she was not surprised when she did not see an underwear. Just shocked with the size and texture of what she saw!

That’s the first time she had seen a real cock, although she later confided that she had seen cocks in porn videos. As the shorts came off, the thick monster stood there completely at attention and throbbing hard at the lustful sight of the virgin it will soon get to penetrate. For a moment, Prabha did not know what to do with it. So I guided her to again sit on my lap, this time facing me.

She couldn’t look me in the eyes. But as her eyes drooped, they faced my thick cock. Its tip was glistening with a drop of pre-cum. “You can touch it, Prabha. But be gentle. Don’t break it!”, I whispered in her ear, mischievously. Slowly and gently, her fingers reached out for it, running along its sides with just a feather-touch. This first touch of my teen student got me to a different level of excitement. Now, she had curled her fingers around my thickness, attempting to gauge the girth of my cock. She could barely manage to cover it with her palm. Slowly she moved up and down my length, covering the whole of penis. In so doing, she got her palm sticky and wet with my pre-cum. I grabbed her hand and gently brought her palm near her nose and gestured her to smell my sex.

I took a whiff of it first and then took a long deep breath, trying to cherish that smell of my love juice. She did not need any further guidance for her next logical step. She slid down her lap and knelt in front of me. Her right hand holding my thick tool, her dark pouting lips opened up and approached my throbbing monster. First she satisfied her nose further by smelling me even more. Then her tongue came out to lick me along the length of my cock. As the tongue went down further to feel my red and firm genitals, it gave very ticklish feeling to me. This girl had now turned like a professional. Unlike maths, she seemed like a quick learner in the art of sex. She giggled as I told her that.

But saying that seemed to encourage her further. Because the very next moment, she opened her mouth fully and enclosed the tip of my cock between her lips. With slow movement, its length started sliding inside her warm mouth. One of her hands was cupping my genitals and her lips started going up and down the cock, thereby rubbing me like crazy. Every once in a while, her hand let go of my balls and went down further fondling the pelvic floor and occasionally, one of her fingers would touch the asshole.

In the meanwhile, my hands had found its way to her firm boobs that were making slow rhythmic movements of their own. I rubbed and sometimes pinched those nipples. The excitement got them perked up. This ecstasy was getting reflected in the form of slow moans made by her with her mouth filled up with my dick.

I now wanted to get a feel of her dripping pussy. So I gestured her to rise and sit next to me. She had no trace of hair between her legs. This gave an unhindered view of her feminine beauty. The excited clit appeared absolutely swollen. With the tip of my finger, I encircled around her pussy for a while, merely teasing her anticipation for the touch. Every once in a while, I would move it much too close to her labia but not touching it. I could see her biting her lips and making hissing sounds. At one point, it became so unbearable to her that she clasped my hand and forced it to touch her clit. She gave out a deep “Aaaahhhhh”. For the next few minutes, I kept hitting her clitoris and made her moan in ecstacy. 

I could sense that she was now ready for the final act that would make her lose her purity forever. So I pushed her to sleep on the couch. I got rid of the clothing that still covered my upper body to show my sinewed chest and strong arms. She gulped and gave a scared look as I pulled out a pack of condom to roll it around my cock.

She held my hand and pleaded, “Dada, don’t do that. I don’t want to lose my virginity”. She seemed serious. “Do anything you want but not that, please!”. That did not surprise me. Many of my teen partners told me that. It is still a stigma in the Indian society for a female to have bled before marriage. But not to be deterred, I had my Plan B ready.

I had seen the lovely curves of her beautiful ass and the puckered hole hiding between those cheeks. At this point, it is worth mentioning that I am a master ass-fucker. That’s one hole that most of my female partners did not know, can be fucked and that it is more pleasurable for a woman than vaginal sex. As a result, even many 40+ MILFs had virgin asses. It is such a pity. I had fucked at least 3 married MILFs down their ass and all of them returned to me asking for more of it.

So when I suggest to Prabha, she was shocked. “Your erection is so huge. How will it go down that small hole?!”, she asked. I gave her an assuring smile as my finger had already started circling around the ass-hole. A master in this field that I was, I knew precisely the points on the anal ring where the pleasure points existed. I slowly fingered her there. “Aaaahhh..dada what are you doing?!”, she whispered and moaned. “You like it?”, I asked. “Yessssss”, is what I heard. After patting her hole with the pad of my finger, I started thrusting it little by little, every time a bit deeper than the last time. Within no time, it was half the way inside her ass and pushing at the wall between her rectum and pussy from inside. She started getting really loud. I pulled out my finger and smelt the odor of her arse. It was absolutely sexy and I knew the kind of fun it would be to thrust my cock into it.

She found it very kinky seeing a guy smelling his finger after pulling it out of her arse. I then, went for her pussy with my finger from under her ass. The dripping liquid blended with the smell of her ass. She was on all her fours and thrusting her ass even further back, offering it to me for more. From behind her, I moved my finger to her nose, asking her to check out how sexy that blend of her anal and vaginal fluids smelt. She found it utterly unbelievable. For a moment, I moved away from her and was back with a tube of KY Gel. For the uninitiated, it is a good quality lube that makes anal penetration pleasurable and easy and not painful.

I took some on my index finger and gently rubbed it on her anal sphincter. I took some more and applied it all over my cock, making it ready for the sex that Prabha did not know, was possible. I knelt behind her while she was on her fours, doggy style. I gently grabbed at her waist and landed the tip of my well-lubed cock on her puckered ass-hole. With one gentle push, I entered her nether hole - an uncharted territory for most women but this girl was lucky to get a firsthand experience of her lifetime. She gave out a loud moan. From behind her, one of my hands went out to her mouth to cover her. I knew from experience that this pleasure was uncontrollable for most women. The other hand went out to cup one of her hanging boobs. 

As I thrusted even deeper, I could hear her muffled moans. As I started riding her, her boobs were making rhythmic motion under my palm that was cupping it. After her initial shock, her moans started getting less loud. I released my hand from her mouth and used it to cup her other boob. The cock had now become a red-hot rod pumping really hard inside her ass. She was also instinctively cooperating very well by stretching out her legs further to open up her hole for me.

By now, my moans started getting as loud as hers and the blend of sounds were taking us towards a crescendo that I knew would be the most memorable in both our lives. Every now and then, I would let go of one of my hands from her boobs and go for her pussy. The combination of ass-fuck and vaginal rub caused her to moan and hiss like a mad!

Within no time she was giving out spasms of orgasms more than once. By now I had also reached a point of no return. And then, suddenly I moaned very loud and squirted a huge load of jism into her arse. As I pulled out, it was dripping all over her ass and also the couch. I again left her for a while and rushed back with loads of tissue. I handed some to her to wipe herself off while I used the other to clean the couch to wipe out any evidence of what transpired in the house while others were away.

My affair with Prabha lasted for a few more months. She stayed technically a virgin all through the years but a complete slut otherwise, for me.

Years later after her marriage, when we met in privacy, she confided in me that though her husband was very good on bed, nothing matched the anal sex that the two of us used to have. She never asked her husband to try something of that kind. Again, there is another stigma associated with sexual assertiveness shown by women. She is looked at suspiciously and thought of being a slut if she expresses her desire for some unorthodox form of sex. So that part of her body continued to stay reserved only for me. She allowed me to do it about a dozen times after her marriage too. Though I was not allowed entry into her pussy. She had some eccentric idea of faithfulness. No one except her hubby gets access to her pussy. She considered it cheating to be fucked in her pussy, though she was OK with anal sex with another man. But that too, with no one other than me. Anyways, with that kind of a butt, I am not complaining - just pitying her hubby for missing the pleasure that could have been lawfully his!

Sheela Ki Jawaani - Parichay

Yah kahaani us samay ki hai jab iss naam ka gaana abhi release nahi hua tha. Kahani ki naayika Sheela naamak ek kishori hai jisne 2007 mein 14 saal ki umr yaane apni jawaani ki dehleez par kadam hi rakha tha. Shareer uska gadraane laga tha. Jis raftaar se uske sthan aur gudaayen aakaar lene lage the uss se zyaada tezi se uska kad badhne laga tha.

8 vi kakshaa ki shuruaat mein jo school uniform ghutne se 2 inch niche takk aa raha tha woh mid-year takk mein chota hoke ghutono se 2 inch upar aane laga tha. Ghar se jab wah school ke liye nikalti tab mohalle ke awaara nithalle ladke use ghoorke dekhne lage the. School mein bench par baithte uska uniform aur upar aa jaata. "Sanskaari ghar ki bacchiyan paanv failaakar nahi baithti", yah seekh use bhali bhaanti mil chuki thi. To kashaa ke sharaarati ladkon ki laakh koshishon ke baavazud unhe kuch khaas dikhaai nahi deta tha.

Sheela ki saheliyon ka bhi haal kuch aisa hi tha. Madhuri, Amisha, Neha, Khyaati aur Poorvi uski khaas saheliyan thi.Kishoraavastha pahunchne se unki baaton aur vyavahaar mein bhi tabdili aa gayi thi. Pehle padhaai ki baatein zyaada hoti thi. Ab Salman, Hritik ityaadi ki baatein hone lagi. Class ke ladko ke saath ek dusre ko chidhaana, non-veg jokes karna aam ho gaya tha. Sex ki baatein bhi khulkar hone lagi. Poorvi group ki khabari thi. Class ke kis ladke ka kis ladki se chakkar chal raha hai uski masaaledar kahaniyan le aati thi. Neha leader thi. Rules woh banaati. "Ling, Lauda, wagere bolne mein mazaa nahi. Ling ko english shabd Cock bolna chahiye", ekbaar Neha ne kaha. Baat bhi sahi lagi sab ko .Cock bolte samay hotho ka aakar theek waisa ho jaata hai mano Cock muh mein liya ho. Neha ne keh diya to bas woh kayda ho gaya. To bas usi din se ling cock ho gaya aur yoni pussy

Jab Sheela apne bedroom mein ya bathroom mein akeli hoti tab aaine ke aage nagn hokar apne badan ko nihaarti. Apne uroozon (boobs), patli kamar tatha pussy ko dekhkar khayaalon mein kho jaati. Ladkon ke jananaangon ke baare mein bhi use thoda bahut gyaat tha. Kakshaa ke kuch ladkon ke patloono ko aksar usne dekha tha kaise tankar aage tambu ban jaata tha uski zaango ko dekhte hi. Magar kabhi kisi ladke ya mard ko hakikat mein ya photo mein nagn nahi dekhaa tha.

Apni ungliyon se apni pussy ko aahista sahlaate gudgudaate hue vah aksar kalpana karti ki ek tanaa hua cock kaisa dikhta hoga aur use haathon mein lekar kaisa mehsoos hota hoga. Inn khayaalon mein uske paanvo ke beech ke hothon mein nami fail jaati.

Woh chahti thi ke koi mard uski kamseen nagnata ko dekhe magar saath hi ghabrati bhi thi. Aksar woh school pahunchne par girls washroom mein jaakar apni panty nikaalkar bag mein rakh deti. Yeh sochkar use bahut gudgudi hoti ke agar koi ladke ko uski pussy dikh jaaye to kya hoga?! Uski lambaai utni badh chuki thi kee uska uniform ghutno se thoda upar aane laga tha. Jab school bench par baithti tab wohi uniform aur bhi upar aa jaata. Uski evam class ki anya ladkiyon ki taango ka mazaa class ke ladke khoob lootte the. Magar Sheela ko bachpan se kaha gaya tha ke acchi ladkiyaan paanv failaakar nahi baithti. Iss liye woh apni taange aise ek doosre se jodkar rakhti taaki kuch na dikh sake.

Ek din Maths ke teacher Anupam sir ki class thi aur Sheela pehli hi bench pe baithi thi. Sheela ko school ke ladko se zyaada mard teachers mein dilchaspee thi. Use dar tha ki kunvaare ladke se affair karegi to woh ladka apne doston mein baat faila dega aur baat kisi tarah ghar takk pahunch sakti hai. Woh nahi chahti thi ki apni hawas ke kaaran uske maata pita ko sharminda hona pade. Shaadishuda mard apna affair secret rakhte hain. Iss liye woh kisi teacher se affair karna chahti thi. Anupam sir kaafi shistachaari aacharan rakhte the. Magar dikhte bahut hot the. Sheela ki saheliyon mein bhi unke charche hote. 40 ke kareeb umr hogi magar ab bhi muscles khoob takde the. Pehli seat par baithe baithe Sheela khayaalo mein gum thi ke kaisa hoga agar woh aur Anupam sir ek palang par nange soye hoge aur unka bada cock uske muh mein hoga?

Achaanak black board ko bhuste hue sir ke haath se duster gir gaya. Jab ve us duster ko uthaane juke hi the tab Sheela ne kuch kshano ke liye apni taange thodi failaai. Sir ki nazar bilkul usi samay wahi par jaakar atki jaha Sheela chahti thi. Usne jatt se apne paanv wapas jod diye maano woh galti se failaaye ho. Anupam sir ka chehra waisa ho gaya tha maano koi bhoot dekh liya ho. Kuch pal ke liye unki aankhen mili aur turant dono ne apni aankhen sharm se pher li. Yeh ahesaas ki kisi mard ne uski pussy pehli baar dekh li, Sheela ko aur gudgudaane laga. Class khatm hone ko kuch aur minute baaki the. Use talab lagi thi ke woh apni ungli apni geeli pussy mein dubaakar apne sex ki mahek ko sunghe. Dusri or, Sirjee ka dhyaan bhang ho gaya tha aur kuch theek se sikha nahi pa rahe the.

Jaise hi class khatam hui, Sheela washroom ki or bhaagi aur agli class shuru ho tab tak apni pussy ko khoob sehlaaya magar waqt adhik na rehte woh trupt na ho paayi. Jatt se apni panty jeb se nikaalkar pehen li aur wapas class mein aakar  baith gayi.

Yeh uske jeevan ka pehla sexual kand tha. Haalaki abhi Sheela ka sheel bhang nahi hua tha. Magar woh kand agle adhyaay mein bataunga.

An ode to the morning wood!

Of all the things that I covet, my favourite possession is that lovely feeling I get between the legs when I wake up. A feeling of youthfulness.

With each pulsating throb,  it forms an enormous tent in my shorts. The sweet pain is both - unbearable but pleasurable - all at once. And as I enter the washroom and bring it out with my hand to pee,  it's girth gives me a feeling of pride and admiration. I don't want to disturb it by wanking it off.

There appears to be a strong positive correlation between waking up with a firm hot rod between the legs and the freshness I feel the whole day. I pray that all mornings are as pleasurable.

If God were to give me two options - all the world's wealth and strong erections till the day I die, I would choose the latter.

The mystery Zero-Eye-Contact girl

She is beautiful. When she walks by my aisle, swaying her hips in that confident, rhythmic gait, there is nowhere else for my eyes to look but at that sexy waistline. I'm talking about a petite girl in my office. She must be in her early 20's, with tiny but very shapely breasts. But it is that narrow waist-line and beautiful hips that really catch my attention.

But this girl is a mystery. I have seen and talked to her since more than a year. We have many common friends, that ensures that we often sit together at coffee. She is easy to break into a conversation with. Often, I find her to be the one who wants to start up a conversation with me. She merrily laughs at my jokes. But that's when we are in a group. When we bump into each other, she never makes an eye contact with me, even when I pass right besides her. It is impossible not to have noticed me. By now, this has happened so many times that I am certain that she does this deliberately. But then, I wonder how is it possible to avoid eye contact with a particular person without noticing him or her. Every time I see her, I try to figure out if she made a fleeting eye contact during which she noticed me and then moved her gaze away from me. But so far, have never caught that fleeting eye-contact.

Is she demure? Yes, most certainly she is. So frustrated that I am at being ignored by this young lass, that I have tried to notice if she has the same body language with all the other guys in office. In this I feel relieved. I'm not the only one who gets cold shoulders from her. She is the same with all the men. The only time she is in the company of boys is when she has at least one female companion. At other times, she is only with her female friends. As for that zero-eye-contact, I have noticed her do the same with other guys too. It is not as if she completely ignores me. There are those embarrassing times when there is nowhere for her to escape - like when in the same lift standing next to me, when she would give a nervous smile with a "Hi".

Does she have a special someone who is so good that she does not want to look around? I doubt it. Her FB friends are mostly girls. The only guys seem to be her relatives (can make out from their last names)

Is she disinterested in guys? I hope not. It would be pretty unfortunate for us men if such a marvelous piece of art is left for girl-girl thing! She is from a small town and probably has had a conservative upbringing and hence her mysterious body language.

Is she interested in me? That beats me. Every time I see her, she seems to be making deliberate attempts to not give out any signs than can be read as some kind of a preening gesture. Does that conscious attempt itself mean she has some secret crush on me? That could be wishful thinking. But boy, has she got me crazy for her?! It is this very elusive nature besides that lovely walk that has made me go bonkers for her

I wish she opens up a bit and stops being the kind of mystery she is. I wish she gives out some signs. One freaking sign - maybe a twinkle in her eye for that fraction of a second that she looks at me and a slight smile on her face and the next thing I want to do is take her to bed with me!

Guess who doesn't know the kind of women men like?!

Just logged out of my yahoo mail to get redirected to Yahoo's home page that had this video article. Apparently an attempt to mock a few leading Bollywood beauties who, it seems have put on some flab on their waist.
http://in.screen.yahoo.com/guess-flabby-celebs-155000699.html

I just get an idea that these guys who post such articles really don't know about the kind of girls, we men love to ogle at. Most certainly, a large majority of men do not admire figures that are loaded with too much fats. But hey, neither does it mean that the girls are so petite that we can count their bones and there is absolutely no flesh on them!

I found hardly, anything wrong with the waists shown in the video. On the contrary, I found that extra bit of flesh, very sexy.

A friend in need..

The story that follows is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person or incident is purely coincidental.

Harish was my best friend. We had been chums right from our early childhood. So when I got to know that he is getting married, I was overjoyed. The girl's name was Dimple. She was a decently educated middle-class girl. The two of them made a great couple. Their marriage was going great and time flew by very fast. Its been 5 years since they got married. One thing was missing though and I could see the stress on the faces of both of them as well as Harish's parents. The couple did not have any child yet. I being his closest friend, his parents too often used to confide in me. His mom once told me to ask Harish if there's some problem in their life and whether all was well in their marriage.

Once when I came to their house, Harish was alone at home and was feeling visibly upset. I asked him what was the matter with him. He said he wanted a favour from me. He had tears in his eyes while telling his story. He apparently had a rare sexual disorder. He had met doctors, psychologists as well as road-side quacks but it was all futile. He is simply unable to get any erection. Even viagra had absolutely no effect on his libido. For 5 long years, he had tried having sex on numerous occasions. But every time he and Dimple  met with only frustration. Its not as if he did not love her or she did not love him. In fact, during this course of time, Dimple has remained very patient with him despite all the frustration. She has also been very faithful to him. "Had it been some other woman, she may have already left me", said Harish and then went silent.

I took a deep breath and lay my hand on his shoulder. "I can understand your problem. Tell me how I can help you out, Harish", I asked. "Aren't you my best friend, Jay?", he looked at me and said, "I want you to do me one favour. Promise me you will do what I tell you to and would keep it confidential". I asked him what it is. He looked straight into my eyes and said, "I want you to sleep one night with Dimple". I was shocked to hear what he just said. There was one long silence. He looked down. I shouted, "Are you crazy? Do you realize what you just said? I mean, I can understand what you are going through but telling me to sleep with your wife?", I started to leave his place. He started pleading with me - "Jay, please don't leave me and don't say no. The only other person to whom I can confide in this whole world is you. Who else do I have. And I know that you being my best friend, will keep this a secret. All that I want from you is to have sex with her, enough so as to impregnate her. Me and Dimple just want one child. Nothing else.", he started sobbing.

I was embarrassed and had no words. Finally I gather some courage and asked, "How are you going to make Dimple Bhabhi agree to this?" Harish cleared his throat and said, "Well, I have already talked to her about this and convinced her. In fact I told her to go out before you came so that I can comfortably talk to you about the plan". I asked him, "So when do you want me to do this?". He told me to come tonight. Also pleaded me to co-operate for next few days and repeat the same if she did not concieve. He said he would leave home before I come. I gave him my home keys and told him to stay there for the night. I told him I will come at 9PM and left from his home.

Once out of his home, I looked at the clear sky and kept wondering what kind of mess I have got into. I thought of Dimple Bhabhi. I had never ever looked at her with dirty eyes. I prayed that it would just be a one-time affair and she concieved the very first time. Time passed by and it was 9. I again thought for a while whether I really wanted to do this? Can't I simply run away and never show my face to Harish? Then I thought again about Harish and his plight. With all these thoughts going on in my mind, I reached Harish's home.

I could see a dim light coming from the night lamp in his front room. Otherwise, the house was dark. With heart beating very hard, I knocked at his door. Dimple bhabhi opened the door and quickly let me in. I could see she was nervous and looking down. I knew I had to bring her at ease and keep my own nervousness away. I had to stop looking at her as my best friend's wife and instead think of her as just another woman. She went to the kitchen and brought some water for me. I felt a bit relaxed after sitting on the sofa and drinking a glass of water. She sat some distance away from me. She was wearing a pink negligee. The backlight coming from the night lamp caused a dark silhouette of her body. Don't know whether it was the light that was playing games with me or was it my mind. But whatever it was, it started having an effect on me. As the light passed through her semi-transparent negligee, I could make out the lines of her lingerie. They were quite well-sized cups. The lovely oval shape of her navel, clearly visible through the cloth was also having an intoxicating effect on me.

For the moment, I forgot all about Harish and his impotence. The only thing that mattered was the fact that I was alone with a sexy woman who in all probability has never had sex before and was craving for it as much as I did. I started developing a firm erection underneath. The silence also was killing me. I drew closer to Dimple and said, "You look very pretty tonight, Dimple". She gave me a nervous smile. My fingers started tracing her hair and then moved gradually to her neck. I then moved the other hand onto her waist. Her body twiched on this sudden contact. She stood up and slowly sat on my lap, facing away from me. This gave my hands a greater access to her upper body while my rock solid penis started throbbing below her buttocks. I started playing with her navel with one hand while the other hand fondled her lovely waistline. By now, she was moaning softly. I pulled down her negligee straps so that there was nothing else other than a pink bra on her upper body. The white complexion of her face had started turning pink and I knew I wanted to smooch her all over her face. I turned her around and slowly let my lips meet hers till they both melted into each other. While smooching she started unbuttoning my shirt while I unhooked her bra. I was now bare chested and her nipples too were right in front of me in full glory. I couldn't wait more to lay my hands on those lovely cherry toppings. Her breasts were firm and kept my hands occupied. Meawhile she worked her way with my pant's zip and belt. It was just a matter of time in which I dropt my pants and freed my huge penis, pulsating very hard. She stood up, held my hand and led me to her bedroom. As we walked, her unstrapped negligee fell off and she was now just wearing a panty. I mischieviously started pulling at her panty and she coyly resisted. Finally I pulled it all the way down to reveal her lovely clean-shaven vagina. We both stared at each other for a while as we stood right in front of each other completely naked. She then dropped down on her bed, face down. Her lovely buttocks were a treat to my eyes. As she rolled over, she called me with her fingers. I fell next to her on the bed. She was tender with my erect penis and fondled it with care as I ran my fingers around her vagina. She shuddered as I touched those pink lips between her legs. She opened them up further by spreading her legs. It had turned completely wet, ready to take my red-hot rod into itself. I gestured her to sit on top of me and let my penis slowly and gently enter her love-slit. As she started riding me, gently first and then violently, she started heaving and moaning heavily. We had some wild sex for about half an hour after which she gave one loud moan and my love fluid rushed out and filled her completely. I kept going till she begged me to stop. By now she started crying.

As we lay there next to each other, I saw tears rolling down her eyes. This made me think about Harish again and wondered if she had tears of guilt. She broke her silence and said, no night since last five years have been as satisfying as tonight and thanked me for everything. "I wish we could do it more regularly", she said. To which, I replied "I did it just as a duty to my friend and that there is no second time". She said, "Now that we have started, I don't want to end it abruptly. Its been 5 long years without sex". I shot back saying, "It has to end once you get pregnant." to which she exclaimed, "she is not going to get pregnant that easily!" Seeing the question-mark on my face, she smiled and revealed, "I am on pills. I badly want a man's body next to me. Love me for the sake of love, please. Harish just wants me to bear a child whereas I have my own cravings that as you know Harish can't fulfil. He has licensed you to fuck me till I get pregnant. I want more. I want you to compensate for the fun I did not have since last 5 years. Satisfy me for a few more months and then I will myself stop taking pills."

Dimple was hot and I had enjoyed that night fully. I had begun to desire her and thought, "To hell with Harish. I don't want to miss this opportunity of having an affair with a beautiful desperate lady". We that we both had one more violent round of sex that night before we both were fully fatigued and slept.

Next six months, she still was not pregnant and with due permission from my friend, I continued to fuck his hot wife and then finally she missed her menses. However, our affair did not end there. Whenever Harish was away, we both used to meet either at my home or hers. We continued to cheat Harish even after the child was born. Harish continued to be her legal husband while I was her husband for all her sexual needs.

New Recruit

I realized that I haven't been writing much on my secret diary recently. But that's not because I turned disinterested of writing. Its just that not much has been happening lately, that needed to be shared with it. There are times when not much happens. The same dull day at work with not too many beautiful girls around to interact with and to ogle at. On returning home, not too many babes in the neighborhood either. Then all of a sudden, something happens.

It happened in my case, two days ago. Since about two weeks I was aware of the fact that our company has recruited a female employee. For a project full of guys with not a single female, this was a Breaking News. So the suspense was building over the two weeks - Is she hot, is she not? Is she single, Is she married? Finally she arrived. She is not hot, she is not not! She is average. Simple, plain average. But you know what? That's good. I have a special inclination for the average. For, a girl who is too hot is not too accessible. There are a too many guys swarming around her. What's the probability of me hitting the jackpot? The girl who is not may be easily accessible but what's the fun? Average is perfect.

She is married and has a kid. Me, too! Is she fun to be with? Too early to tell. Its been just two days. She is not the kind that gets you attracted at the very first instance you see her. But I can feel myself getting interested in her every time I interact with her. She's got lovely lips, has a mild dimple on her cheek when she laughs. Doesn't have a model-like figure to die for, but has right kind of curves at right places. Particularly, I find her derriere very well-endowed. As always, am not looking for any intimate relationship with her. Just some harmless flirting, that would keep fun alive in an otherwise dull work environment and at the same time does not ruin mine as well as her family life.