I was the black sheep of my family. A huge disappointment to one and all. My father and his brother (my uncle) had a very profitable confectionery company in South India. Being the eldest of the next generation, it was assumed that I would take over the business. But sometime during my teens I found my calling elsewhere. I dropped out of high school and after a few mistakes and missteps I found myself in the Merchant Marine.
Fortunately, none of my siblings or my cousins shared my desire to break free of the shackles of a strict society. They followed my father in expanding the business throughout the State and beyond.
But I travelled the world and saw places and things only a few were fortunate to do (early 2000s). I had months long assignments on ships and foreign ports and hardly got to see my family. But we all found it possible to keep abreast of what was happening with all of us thanks to the magic of the Internet. I was made aware of every birth, death, wedding, coming of age, house warming, success and failure. They in turn always had the news of each of my adventures (and misadventures) from my emails that I dutifully filed to my sister.
My father had said, “Son, someday this will all be yours. You need to act like the eldest in the family. It’s good for you and the rest of us.” So somehow in my mid twenties I allowed myself to be convinced by my family to get married, all in their attempt to help settle me and put down my roots.
I took a job at the port and tried my hand at what people said was ‘normal’. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and within a year I found myself back at sea and working as a First Officer aboard a container ship plying the South China Sea. My wife and I were ‘separated’, as no one in our family was supposed to divorce. She had her life and I had mine and that’s how we lived for the next twenty five years or so.
So it was that in my fifty-first year I found myself back in the great, huge patriarchal home, attending a wedding of one of my cousin’s sons. As with any Indian wedding the gathering was huge and loud. The house was filled with the chattering of guests, the wailing of babies and the nuisance of young kids running around and the constant aroma of spices from the kitchen that seemed never to stop. My head was spinning in trying to keep up with the people and how they were related to me if at all. Fortunately I was given my old room and I found refuge and relief in it as often as I could.
The first afternoon I was sitting alone, watching the crowd, when a sweet (and almost sexy) voice said, “Hi Arun periyappa, how are you? When did you get here?”
(periyappa is a term for your dad’s older brother)
I turned around and looked up at the strikingly beautiful face of a young lady who was bending down offering me a tray containing cups of steaming coffee.
Needless to say I couldn’t place her, and I stammered, “Eh. Eh.. I.. I got in this morning.. Good. How are you?”
She lifted her huge, black eyes to mine and held them for a while. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” She was bold, I gave her that. She held my eyes as she smiled sweetly, showing rows of perfectly white teeth and her dark brown lips. She was still leaning towards me, her body bent down offering me coffee on the tray, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her deep cleavage down the front of her top. Her big breasts hung heavy and pulled her top down even more and I could sense the supple tops of her tits. My heart skipped a beat.
My mind raced at the speed of light trying to figure out who she was. She called me ‘periyappa’, so clearly a daughter of one of my brothers or cousins. I quickly eliminated one girl after the other and landed on what I thought was her name.
“Chitra?”
“Yes!” she gleamed. “You got it! Wow! It’s been, like, fifteen years since we saw each other last! ”
She straightened up and I could see her from head to toe for the first time. My, how Chitra had grown. I remembered her as a gawky, long legged kid with glasses, braces and oily hair her mother had put into double plaits. And now..
“Damn,” I thought to myself, “Look at her!” She was statuesque. She wore a salwar kameez without a dupatta (A scarf-like piece of cloth that goes over a girl’s top covering her breast). Her chest was firm. Her kameez (top) was tight across her breasts, without a wrinkle of a pinch on the cloth. Her bra was clearly visible and it hugged and outlined her boobs, leaving nothing to the imagination. The swell of her breasts was visible in the cleavage of her dress. Her sleeves were short and I could see her well formed arms and hands. Her Salwar (bottom part of her dress) was skin tight and highlighted the curves of her calves and the thickness of her thighs. The V made by her fantastic thighs and her belly was unmistakable. She had her hair in curls and they framed her face and fell to the middle of her back.
I tore my eyes from her body and looked up at her. She was still beaming. Her round face looking down at me, her lips parted and eyes expectant. I was sure she had noticed me giving her the once over. She balanced the coffee tray in one hand, and with the other took the hair from one side of her face and pushed it behind her ears in one smooth motion. Her big earrings accented the roundness of her face.
“Damn!” I said to myself once again. “She’s your brother’s daughter. Get a hold of yourself.
But wait! Wasn’t she married? Yes, now it all came back to me. She was married to that guy from that family that owned that electrical business. But I heard they were separated now. I’d have to get to know her better.
“Well… ,” I managed to say, and she giggled and put her hand to her face covering her mouth, delighting in my embarrassment.
“Oh my, who do we have here?” said another sweet voice, and I turned to face a woman who looked like an older version of Chitra. She could only be… could she?… is she? She has to be….
“Charu?” I said. Charu would be my youngest brother’s wife. She was the youngest in the family. She was outgoing and frank and loud and opinionated – all the features that were anathema in a woman in my family. But I liked her. We had seen each other but a few times after she married my brother and came into the family, but we clicked in a familial sort of way. Unknown to others, she and I had connected over social media. I sent her updates on all the places I had been, and even managed to sneak in a few gifts and presents along the way, all in good fun.
“Yes! Arun! So nice to see you! God! We have a lot of catching up to do. How are you?”
I was dumbstruck. She was gorgeous in the simple Pretty-Indian-Homey-Wife sort of way. She was thick but not plump. She had obviously taken care of herself and her body. Her blouse was tight on her arms, and in front her bra strained to hold up her big breasts. The pallu of her sari ran between her beautiful tits, her dark bra inside her blouse visible through the light, sheer cloth of her blouse. Her face did not show her age, and was the color of dark coffee and her skin was flawless. And from the corner of my eyes I could make out her exposed tummy and her navel peeking out from the top of her sari on her waist. She did not have the thick, fat stomach like most women her age. Her’s was almost flat but for a slight bulge. Her thighs pressed prominently and were clearly outlined against her sari. Gawd.. she was so fuckable! And.. and I knew very well that I was checking her out. Man, I was desperate as I realized it was about three weeks since I fucked someone. I could not help it.
“I am well, Charu. You?”
“You look very good Arun. The years on ships have done you good. You don’t look …you look in great shape…” she laughed softly.
“Yeah. A lot of down time on the job. Nothing much to do. You know, go running and lift weights and work out to fight boredom.” I hesitated, and added, “You look different as well, from the last time I saw you, what ten years ago?”
“At least,” Charu smiled widely.
Turning to Chitra I said, “You also. You look great too. You work out or something?”
They both laughed, but I could see Chitra blushing.
“No, no,” Her mother said. “It’s all natural for us. Some yoga and healthy food.I guess it’s the genes from my side of the family!” An obvious dig at the women in mine. Her eyes held mine for a bit longer than necessary.
Then Chitra said, “You know, periyappa, we may not have met that many times, but I think I know everything about you. Well, you also might know everything about me.. Us,” she added pointing to herself and her mother.
“Well, yes, I guess. I saw you as a kid when you were, what, five? And then during your coming of age ceremony, and now. Wow! Amazing! And to think we are family.”
We all had a chuckle.
“Oh! Is your wife here?” Charu asked.
I scoffed. “Wife? Here? Don’t think so. Haven’t seen her in like, fifteen years or so.” I turned to Chitra and asked, “How about your husband, what is he doing?”
“Probably screwing his secretary!” she answered brusquely.
“Whoa!” I said surprised at her frankness.
“Chitra!” Her mother admonished her.
“What? That’s the truth! That son-of-a-bitch had her and others all along. What’s not to tell. That’s no secret. Hmph!” She tossed her hair and walked away.
I watched them both all afternoon. My eyes followed their every move as they went about chatting with people.
Chitra had an awesome figure and I delighted in looking at her from all angles. The way she tilted her face while talking, the manner in which she flicked her long, shiny black, curly hair with a shake of her head. Her tight top clung to her body, and her bottom made a wedgie that clearly outlined her ass cheeks as she sat down and got up. Her breasts remained firm in spite of her movements, and I imagined them without being covered by her bra and top, how firm they’d be, soft and supple to my touch. In mind I was already kneading them, cupping them, sucking her nipples! Fuck! I tried hard to conceal the growing hard-on in my pants.
And Chitra was not the type to stay away. She made use of every opportunity to talk to me. I was also aware that she was looking at me on more than one occasion, not paying attention to people having a conversation with her but looking at me, following me with her eyes.
“Periyappa, no one seems to recognize you. All are talking about how you have changed. If you ask me, you look younger than most of the men here. You are the oldest, no? But you look so fit!” she said, again giving me the once over. Her eyes met mine and then went over my body, starting with my chest and then down.
“Well,” I said. “You look fit too. What, you an athlete or something?”
“I used to play volleyball before I got married, so”
I took this opportunity to rake my eyes over her body making sure she noticed what I was doing. As I looked up at her face, I saw a thin smile playing on her lips. Our game went on all afternoon.
Charu, my brother’s wife, tried to catch me when I was alone but we never got the chance to talk to each other without being interrupted. I had a few more days, I told myself. But like her daughter, she too was observing and noticing me all afternoon. Even when she was talking and chatting to other people, I felt her eyes on me as I went about my work.
My thoughts went back to a long time ago when Charu came into our family as a newly married girl. In my opinion she was the fairest, the most beautiful, the most outgoing and fearless person of the female sex in our family. I was able to strike up conversations with her effortlessly, though I did find her a bit reserved in the beginning.
Over the years we grew close. I was not sure about what she thought of me, but the horny bastard that I was, she definitely played a starring role in my fantasies. I burned the images of her, her body, legs, thighs, tits , ass, ass cheeks, and face in my mind so I could recall them at leisure while masturbating. She was at the top of my list of girls and women I jerked off to and pleasured myself during long trips aboard merchant ships. And I most definitely was fucking her in my mind as I sought to satisfy my lust with other women, mostly whores and prostitutes during my shore leave.
I am also not ashamed to say that I have harbored a deep panty fetish throughout my life. I have collected panties from all of the places I have visited, and from almost all the women I have fucked. In one of my more daring attempts to satisfy my fetish, I now recalled (with a smile on my face) having stolen/nicked/pilfered two of Charu’s white cotton panties during one of the rare home trips when the family was all together. Those were put to very good use. I spent countless sessions with Charu’s underwear. I had ogled her from my room on the top floor and masturbated with her panties around my dick and watched her as she worked in the vegetable garden my mother had made. I kept the panties under my pillow those nights, I remembered fondly. I wondered where those panties were now, and I made a mental note to myself to check on them in my secret storage when I got back home.
Early that afternoon some of the women including Charu were going out shopping, but I realized Chitra was not amongst them. I inquired and found out to my shock that Chitra suffered from a bad back causing her to miss shopping and the festivities.
I felt bad. I went to where she was reclining on an easy chair and started chatting with her about her condition. Now, I am no expert, but I did study yoga and massaging techniques and other related subjects to occupy myself in my long downtimes in my voyages.
“Massage? From you? I mean..you want to give me a massage?” She was obviously confused. And more ashamed of what a massage from me would entail. She looked around to see if anybody had overheard our conversation. I could almost hear the conversation in her head. Periyappa is going to give me a back massage! C’mon, what will people think! And what is he thinking.
“Well, you haven’t seen my technique! Come on, I will give you a good massage. You’ll see,” I said, looking directly at her.
“Mmmmm, I.. don’t know..Periyappa…what would,” She shook her head and looked around.
“Nobody needs to know, right?” I continued looking at her face. She blushed.
I went to the kitchen and heated a mixture of oils I found and brought it and Chitra to my room. (She made the sensible decision of not wanting other women to see my giving her a massage.)
“Come on, it’s only a massage”
She blushed, and a shy and embarrassed smile played on her lips.
She was dressed to go shopping and was wearing a sari. She lay face down on the bed. Her blouse covered most of her back leaving only an area between her shoulder blades, and between the bottom of the blouse and her sari around her waist visible and available for me to apply any sort of massage.
I pushed aside her sari and began massaging her back, from her shoulder blades, over her blouse and down to her waist. I could sense the tenseness in her muscles, and she moaned softly as I increased the pressure with my fingers.
I concentrated my efforts between her shoulders and I gradually felt her relaxing. I then moved my hands to her lower back that was exposed. I used my thumbs in a rotating motion and felt the warmth they produced on her skin and muscles. I switched between her shoulders and lower back. She sighed with my every move. I continued like that for about ten minutes. I knew she was feeling better and I continued massaging, running my fingers and hands on her smooth, blemish-less, supple flesh.
Then I focussed on the middle of her back, an area that was covered by her blouse. I used my fingers on the cloth and pressed harder hoping to get to the muscles beneath her blouse. But both of us could see that this was not as effective as with the other areas.
“Hmmm,” I said. “This is a prob..”
She cut me off. And then she did something that blew me away. She turned on her side slightly and put her hand under her. I then heard four distinct ‘pop’s as she undid the buttons in front of her blouse. She took hold of the side of her blouse with her hand and pulled it out from under her. She then turned on the other side slightly, used her other hand to lift the other half of her blouse and pulled it out from under her.
She then resumed her face down position.
I pushed the blouse up to her neck. She had anticipated this but still gasped in shock as my fingers brushed her bare back and she realized I was looking at her bare back. There was a thin band of her black bra going across her back and the straps up to her shoulders. I did not hesitate. I reached down and with one hand I undid the clasp of her bra and pushed the straps away. I reached down her sides and lifted and freed her bra. Her entire back was now exposed.
“Aiyoh, periyappa!,” She whispered.
“What? I need to do this. This is the best way..”
I was now able to use the hot oil on her. She sighed as my hands touched the now exposed middle part of her back.
As I massaged her lower back with one hand, I used the other to squeeze the muscles on her waist. She moaned as I ran that hand down the side of her body and pinched and squeezed the fatty tissue there.
“Aiyoh, the door..window..someone…,” she hissed.
“I have taken care of that, don’t worry!”
My two hands ran up her sides, from her wide waist, to her narrow hips and then outward again to the sides of her chest. I felt the supple flesh of her breasts once again as they lay flattened between her and the bed. I went up and down a few times, warming her flesh as I did, with smooth, firm movements that followed her hour-glass shape.
I moved my hands to the middle of her lower back and pushed my fingers under her sari. I dug a little deeper and pushed my fingers under her petticoat. I moved my fingers and felt her clothes loosening. Encouraged by this, I dug my fingers further and could feel the firm flesh of the tops of her ass cheeks and her crack. I massaged that area for a long time, trying to move my hands lower and lower with every move.
She took her palms and placed them on either side of her face, hiding her eyes from me. She shook her head slightly, but I continued.
I was getting aroused now, at the sight of this girl lying down on the bed. I wanted to lie down on top of her and rub my cock up and down her ass crack. I wanted to reach under her and cup and squeeze her tits and feel her distended nipples. I wished there was a way to untie her sari and petticoat. Her sari was tight on her ass, and in spite of the petticoat she wore under it, I could see that her panty was tight on her ass and the panty line was outlined clearly. I wanted to use my hands and feel her panties and her ass cheeks, spread her butt and gaze at her asshole, feel the cleft between her cheeks and thighs.
I massaged her back and sides for about ten minutes, when she gave a contented sigh and turned her head towards me and looked up.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“Oh, Periyappa! Your hands have the magic touch,” She whispered. But she knew the compromising position she was in. She was half-naked, and there was only one way this could end.
I reached out and undid the plaits of her heavy, shiny, silky hair, and ran my fingers through them. Then I stood up and removed my pants and shirt and vest and lay down next to her in my under-shorts.
“What …what are we doing, Periyappa! What if people see us? Wha..” I did not let her finish. I rose and turned her so she was on her back. She still had her arms tight across her chest protecting her breasts.
I placed my hands on her wrists and pulled her arms away from her chest. She did not resist, and I feasted my eyes on a pair of firm, glorious, semi circular tits. Her areolae were dark and her nipples darker still but not yet erect.
I looked at her and her eyes were wide in fear. I dipped my head and put my lips to her nipple and sucked. She let out a sigh and tried to free her hands from my grasp but I held firm. I went from one breast to the other, sucking her nipples, taking the whole areola in my mouth, slathering my spit on the soft, firm fleshy mounds. Soon I had her nipples erect and I sucked and played with them in my mouth, pushing them this way and that with my tongue.
Her resistance faded. She dropped her hands and placed them on my head as I sucked. Then she cupped each of her tits and offered it to me like I was her child. I kneaded one tit with my hand and sucked on the other. Soon she let low, soft moans escape her lips.
“Aiyoh…aah…aah…,ammaaaaa,”
Her hands were now on my back. Rubbing, feeling, massaging the muscles on my shoulders. I reached down and lifted her sari and along with her petticoat and bunched them on her waist. She raised herself slightly and let me push her clothes under her. As I did this, she put her thumbs inside her panties and pushed them down to her knees, and I caught it there and pulled from under her feet.
I placed my palm on her mound. It was hairy. I felt the warm, wiry, hard curls, and I moved my fingers and felt the line of her cunt. Her pussy lips were very prominent, and jutted out and pressed against my palm. I inserted one finger and parted her lips and felt for her hole. Finding it, I inserted my finger into her cunt.
She raised her crotch to meet my finger and let us a soft, “Aaaah…aaaaah,” in tune with my finger-fucking. I got up and removed my shorts. My thick, veiny, black dick jerked to attention and throbbed in the space between us. She turned her head away, and placed one arm on her face, not wanting to see me.
I reached for the remaining oil from the massage and used it to lubricate my cock. I put two fingers in the cup of oil and inserted the oil covered fingers into her cunt. They slid in effortlessly and easily. I rose and placed myself between her legs and she automatically parted and raised her thighs. I kept looking at her but she still had face turned away. I lowered myself and as the head of my oiled, lubricated, thick cock made contact with her cunt, she became stiff and pulled back and clenched her fists.
I lowered myself into her. My penis pushed aside her pussy lips and slid into her hole with effortless ease. She gasped, “Aiyoh,,,ssssss,” but she moved and adjusted her position to make it comfortable and easy for me.
I fucked her slowly, with a steady rhythm. My hands were by her sides. Her thighs were parted and she held me by my hips and I pulled and pushed my cock from her cunt. She raised herself up slightly to meet my every downward thrusts. She was thoroughly lubricated and her pussy juices covered and slathered my dick as we fucked in long, slow, excruciatingly pleasurable motion.
I must confess that like most of my mates in the shipping line, I did not miss an opportunity to partake of the pleasures of the flesh at the numerous ports we visited. It would have taken a very strong willed man to resist the temptations of the female body after weeks or even months of long, monotonous days and nights on a ship. The sessions with unknown women were really to relieve the accumulated stress. They were quick, rough and hard. At least the first few sessions of each shore break were. The women were willing, and had done this with men like me hundreds of times, over and over. There was no intimacy, no love. Just lust. They allowed me to punish them and perform all sorts of sexual acts as long as I gave them money. I tried hard at love and closeness and relationship in my brief married life but failed miserably. There were a few – very few – relationships in the last four of five years that could be termed normal.
But fucking Chitra was entirely different. I was completely aroused by her. I wanted to feel each and every part of her, and she, mine. It still was lust, only different. It was so taboo, and erotic. Fucking a girl who was my daughter’s age, if I had one. I took it slow and easy and gentle with her. Our bodies made soft squishing sounds as we slapped against each other. She hugged me tightly as we went about enjoying the session. She held her face turned away from me, and held my arms tight. I looked at her face as she gasped and moaned at my thrusts into her.
We took many, many breaks. We were aware of the noise of the wedding party outside the windows. The sounds of chattering ladies, screaming kids and babies and the band playing out of tune songs. But nothing mattered to us. It was just Chitra and me. My dick felt like a long, hard piece of smooth, finished steel pipe going in and out of a well lubricated chamber.
She did not change her position throughout, but I knew she was reaching her climax, and when she did, she pressed her nails into my arms and it felt as if she drew blood. She went stiff as a board. She did not scream or gasp or moan. Her orgasm just built up in her, and then she released it in one long gasp as she flopped back on to the bed, now gasping for air as her chest rose and fell. Her eyes finally locked on to mine, and as her orgasm ebbed, she tore her eyes away from mine and turned her head in embarrassment and shame.
My dam broke at this. I gave a hard push and my cock erupted inside her. My dick throbbed and pushed against the walls of her cunt, and I flopped on her heavily and let her cunt grip and squeeze my cock and my cum into her. I had a habit of counting the number of times the ropes of semen came out of my cock and I counted up to seven as I drained my balls in her.
We lay there like that for a while. And then she surprised me by asking, “Was it good? For you?”
“Of course, Chitra. It was awesome! How about you?”
She just giggled. “Like all the other women you had?”
“Nothing like any of them! It was the best with you,” I managed to say and patted her hand.
“You were very gentle, periappa. Are you, were you always…?” she asked.
“I promise I will be rougher next time, if that’s what you are into!” I said, mocking her.
She giggled again, and slapped my arm, “There will be a next time, you think? And I don’t like rough, you know!”
Then she got up and gathered her clothes and prepared to go to the bathroom to arrange her clothes properly.
I said, “Do it here. Get dressed here. I want to see you put your clothes on.”
She looked at me and grinned, “Pervert!” But she complied.
I felt her eyes on me. I watched her as she bent down and stepped into her panties. I stopped her when she started to drop her sari back down, and motioned her to turn around. She did. She held her clothes bunched up at her waist and turned around. I got a view of her glorious panty covered ass. Her panties were not tight on her. It lay loose and wrinkly on her wide ass cheeks but I could see a deep wedgie made by her ass-crack. The cleft her ass cheeks made at the place where they joined her thighs on either side was deep and dark. Her ass cheeks were firm and smooth.
She turned back around and dropped her clothes and adjusted them.
I said, “Give me your panties.”
“What?” She gasped, wide eyed. I repeated my request.
I gaped as she bent down and pulled up her sari and petticoat. Her thick thighs were exposed as she put her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pulled it off, and threw it at me. “Pervert, periyappa!” she said, once again.
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Later that evening I was accosted by a few ladies wanting to know more about me and my life on the ships and other details for gossip and I repeated these for the millionth time. Charu was looking at me with a bemused smile as I talked to the women. As soon as I was able to get away, Charu approached me and said with a naughty smile, “Ha, looks like all the women have the hots for you!” and laughed.
“All?” I said, in mock surprise. “I didn’t see you there…”
She blushed. Then she was called away by her husband. They were joined by Chitra and an argument between the three of them ensued. I walked away and watched them from afar. The argument was not loud, but there was a lot of gesticulating and finger-pointing and head shaking. It went on for a while and I knew things were getting heated and would have gotten out-of-hand, when Charu huffed and walked away, clearly very upset. I wondered what it was.
I noticed that this continued all evening.
After dinner, I finally got some time to be alone and was about to open a pack of cigarettes, when Charu came and stood next to me. “Can I have one?” she asked. I tried not to look surprised as I handed her a cigarette and lit one for her.
“Surprised, huh?” she asked.
I shrugged. And she said, “You don’t know much about me, do you?. And I guess you saw all the drama between me and your brother? What a family? Sorry, not you, but the others.”
I was quiet. She finished her cigarette and asked, “Hey, did you have the dessert? They just finished making..” and named a south-indian dessert which was a favorite of mine.
I said, “No. Let’s go and get some of it now. Coming?”
She looked at me, and I stopped. She whispered, “How about you go to your room and I bring it there for the both of us?
“What?” I whispered back. “You bring..my room..” I stammered, but she held my eyes.
I gave her a quick nod, and said, “You sure?” She just walked away quickly.
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I was full of apprehension as I walked back to my room. I was excited. But equally surprised and was wondering what she really meant. And the way she said it had some suggested something deceitful and taboo. I knew I wanted to fuck her. But was that something that she also wanted? Nothing in her behavior or letters we exchanged indicated that she thought of me that way. But who knew? This was absolutely the first time we were meeting face to face after a very long time. Did she also harbor some deep desire to have me? Fuck! And..and.. Did she know about me and Chitra?
I lay down on the bed in just my shorts. I started once again thinking about Charu. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I wanted to sleep with her. And I knew that this was what her words suggested to be sure. Damn! But a few minutes passed without her coming to my room. Then five. Ten. Fifteen.
I was about to give up when I heard a soft knock on my door. I opened it and Charu hurried in and closed the door and turned to me.
Stupidly, I asked, “Where’s the dessert?”
Her eyes widened, “Dess..what.. What dessert? Wait.. you..thought I was se…?”
I cut her short. “Oh! Sorry.. no..no..no..I . so stupid of me..!”
She looked at me and a sly, naughty smile played on her lips. “I can go and get the dessert , if that’s what you’d prefer..over me!”
I grabbed her and hugged her. She held me tight as well. I lifted her face and kissed her. She was ready for it with her mouth open. She received my tongue in her mouth. Pure electricity ran throughout my body the moment our tongues touched. She gasped and moaned, with her mouth latched on to mine. Then she pushed her tongue into my mouth and lapped the insides. I could feel her body trembling. Her firm tits pushed against my chest. My hands found their way to her ass cheeks and I grabbed and pinched and squeezed the firm flesh until she groaned in pain in my mouth. My cock grew erect inside my shorts and I pressed myself against her so she could feel it too. I dry humped her, with her standing against the wall. Then I turned her around and pushed my thick dick against her ass. She gasped and I grabbed her breasts with one hand and dipped my other hand into the folds of her sari that covered her crotch.
She then surprised me pushing against me. She turned around and reached between us. She fished around for my dick in my shorts. She grabbed my shorts by my waist and pushed it down and fisted my dick. Her hands were very cold on my warm cock. Her eyes widened as she felt the heat of my hard, muscled rod and she ran her fingers on it, She knew what she wanted. Then she reached further down and held on to my balls, one in each hand.
For some reason that I couldn’t explain, I wanted to be rough with her, unlike with Chitra. I grabbed and pushed her on to the bed. She gasped in shock, but I quickly put my hands on her ankles and rode them up her legs, pushing her sari and petticoat all the way to her waist. I bunched her clothes around her waist and put my palms on her thighs. She was a thick-set woman, her thighs were full and heavy and at first I had to use some force to part them but she quickly understood what I wanted and parted her legs. I dipped my face between her thighs and placed my mouth on her panty covered crotch.
“Ahhh, aiyoh, ahhhh,” she hissed. I felt her cunt hairs on my lips, and inhaled the aroma of her pussy through the material of her panties. I lapped up and down a few times. And then I felt her raise her torso and she quickly pushed her panties down. I grabbed them and pulled them all the way down over her feet and threw them away. She parted her legs voluntarily. The only light in the room was coming from outside and in this semi-darkness the thick thatch of black triangle was clearly visible.
I pushed my head down and placed my head on her pubic area. She was ready for this. She held my head with her hands, and she let out a small yelp as my tongue touched her pubes. Then she took hold of my head and positioned it and herself so that my mouth was directly on top of her clit. I felt the hard knob with my tongue and I enclosed it with my mouth and sucked on it. It was already covered with her juices and was warm and slimy and slick. Oh! The smell of a woman’s cunt! The feel of her hard clit on your mouth! Indescribable! It was a long, long time since I had gone down on a woman, and this felt absolutely fantastic!!
The effect my lips and tongue were having on Charu was fully evident. She was squirming and panting and gasping and moaning. She pressed my head on to her pussy and ground her loins into it. “Appa, aiyoh, aah..Arun.. fuck, fuck.. So nice, so nice, so niiiiiice!!” she squealed.
I dipped lower and pushed and probed with my tongue. I passed her pee hole and she let out another sharp gasp, but I went lower and found her cunt hole. I inserted the tip of my tongue into it and I felt her hold her breath. She let it out slowly as I tongue fucked her. I tasted her thick, slimy juices. It was heavenly! I felt her moving above me but I paid no heed as I focussed on giving her pleasure with my mouth and lips and tongue. The smell of her cunt and her juices was intoxicating. The slurping sounds my mouth made as I lapped her outer pussy lips and her hole and clitoris echoed in the room.
When she had enough, she placed her hands under my chin and pulled me up. Surprise! Surprise! She was totally naked. She had taken off all her clothes. I could see the huge mounds of her tits, flat against her chest, and the dark nipples and areola crowning them. I latched on to each breast like a baby. Sucking, pulling, biting hard.
“Ouch! Aaaah! ” she cried out softly, but I did not relent. With my free hand I groped at her crotch and inserted two fingers in her cunt and now I finger fucked her in that position. I was moving hard and fast from one tit to another, rapidly. Then in one swift motion I rose and before she could realize what was happening I had straddled her face and had my cock in my hand and directed it to her mouth. She had no time to react. As she opened her mouth slightly in shock, I had my dick right there and I pushed hard and had it inside her mouth within a couple of seconds.
I rose on my toes and fucked her mouth rapidly. I could only hear her moans. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmm,” In tune with my thrusts. I heard myself gasping and groaning with the pleasure her mouth was giving me. Intense bolts of erotic sensations coursed through my body as I saw my thick, veiny, smelly cock go in and out of her mouth. She was slurping now, with her tongue darting in and out along with my cock, slathering it with her saliva. I rammed her without mercy. I fucked her mouth like it was her cunt. I held her head with both hands as I pummeled her like her face was a rag doll. As I fucked her mouth, she let her saliva drool out and fall on her neck. I was in total control throughout. I wanted to come in her mouth, but not at that moment. That could wait.
She pushed me off of her, but did not let go of my cock. She held it in her hand as she pushed me back on the bed. She raised me on my side and positioned herself so that she also was on her side. But my head was near her crotch and me cock was back in her mouth. Wow! She wanted to sixty-nine! Fuck! Fuck yeah! As I put my mouth between her thighs, she raised one leg to give me better access to her cunt and then wrapped her thigh around my head.I put my hand under her and grabbed her ass cheeks for support and with both of us lying sideways, I fucked her mouth. I grunted and groaned. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed them hard and parted them and inserted my finger into her asshole. She groaned, with my cock still in her mouth, with me still fucking her hard and fast.
Without warning I pulled out of her mouth, tuned and pushed her back on the bed and in one fluid motion I got on top of her and between her legs. It took me only a faction of a second to locate her cunt hole with my thick dick. We both gasped as we felt my shiny, thick, hard, taut dick head land on the entrance to her hole. I thrust forward and I could feel her cunt lips part and allow my cock through. The walls of her cunt were moist and cool and warm all at the same time. As I pushed all the way into her, I felt her engulfing the entire length of my cock. Fuck! What a feeling!
But I did not wait. As soon as I reached the limit I pulled myself out of her and rammed her again. Hard and fast. I pummeled her mercilessly, like I did the whores I fucked in each and every port I visited. The bed was making squeaking noises, the springs groaning as we fucked. I was sure the sounds could be heard outside. I stopped suddenly and looked at Charu. She stared back questioningly. “What! What happened?”
Wordlessly, I pulled out of her, got off the bed. She followed me. I grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. I lifted one of her heavy thighs, put my arm under it and held it high and placed my hand on the wall for support. She moaned, “Aiyoh! What are you doing? Ahhhh!” I parted her legs and both of us looked down at my thick cock as I placed it at the entrance to her cunt and then I pushed into her. I fucked her standing up. I knew I was hurting her. I did not care. I wanted to hurt her. I pressed her hard against the wall as I thrust into her. My torso was a blur as I my dick went in and out of her in smooth, long, slick, hard motions. She held onto me, her hands grabbed my waist tightly.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!,” She groaned. I was grunting too. Both of us were drenched in sweat. Our bodies were hot. And the heat, the smell and the squelching sounds of our bodies was a heady mix.
I had fucked women in this position many many times. Perhaps she had not been fucked like this. She was surprised at the new sensations. She held on to me for dear life, Her mouth was half-open as she blew her breath and hatred right into my as I struggled in pleasure, pushing and pulling my cock in and out of her.
It hurt us both. But it hurt soooooo goood! As I took a break she said, “Ahhh, aaaah, Arun…don’t stop. Fuck me. It’s so nice. Fuck me. Aaaaaaaah!” she groaned as I resumed thrashing my body into her.
Then I stopped and pulled out of her and grabbed her waist and turned her around. I crouched and placed my thick dick between her thighs from behind. She put her hand between her legs, grabbed my cock and directed it to her cunt hole. I felt her warm, juicy, slimy hole with the tip of my dick and pushed in.
“Aaaahhhh! Aiyoooh.. Fuck.. fuck.. Fuckkkk, me!!” she hissed.
I groaned as I resume fucking her. I parted her cheeks and felt for her asshole with my finger and I rammed it into her roughly and she squealed in pain and pleasure. “Apppppa.. Aaaaaaah..sloooooow.. Ahhhh….ok…ok..ok!”
I fucked her doggy style as she supported herself with her palms on the wall. I took a lot of breaks. I could see sweat pouring from my face onto her back. I pulled out and bent down and placed my mouth on her ass and licked each of her ass cheeks.
She had a dirty erotic mind. She reached behind and grabbed my hair and pulled my face and mouth into place on her ass crack and pushed me down. I knew what she wanted. Fuck!! I dipped my head and slid my tongue on her ass crack.
“Motherfuckerrrrrrr..ahhhhh,” she cried as I placed my lips on her asshole. “Put it in.. you lovely fucking bastard!!” She hissed and I obliged. “Aiyoh! Amma…ahhhhh.. Fuck… no one.. Haaaaaa!!”
I had not felt the puckered skin of a woman’s asshole on my tongue in a very long time. Fuck! Even in that position, images of a young, very young, fair skinned girl from the North India flashed in my mind. Hers was the first asshole I had licked. Fucking hell! How sweet it was. The same feeling and sensations. The same reaction to my tongue. I didn’t remember how long I was in that position. Charu suddenly let go of my head, and turned towards me. In a flash she knelt down and grabbed me by my waist and turned me around as well. Without any warning, she placed her palms on my ass cheeks and parted them and expertly placed the flat of her tongue on my ass cheeks. She moved her head up and down until she found my asshole.
I let out an involuntary groan as I felt her cool tongue, lips and spit on my asshole. “Ahhhh, Charu,,, yes.. Yes… lick it.. Yes..so goood.. Fucking..you …ahhh!” She reached between my legs and fisted my cock and milked it as she continued to rim my asshole. I looked down as her fist flew up and down my solid, thick dick.
When she had enough, she slowed. I got up and resumed our standing position. She automatically raised her leg and I supported her with my hand. And we fucked. My cock felt as if it was a smooth, polished stone as it slid in and out of her cunt. Her juices were still flowing out of her, thick, white, smelly and lubricating and making fucking so much more easier and pleasurable.
She was close to her climax. I looked at her. She had her mouth open and was moaning, her breaths coming out in gasps. She did not let go of her grip on my waist and I felt her fingers digging, pinching, squeezing. I increased my pace and she could hold it no longer. Her eyes rolled up in her head and a wail escaped her mouth. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, ” and she held that wail as her orgasm hit her, and continued to moan as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her.
I could not control myself. Seeing her in the throes of her orgasm and pleasure, my dam broke. I rammed into her with an almighty thrust that I was sure to break her into two. She gasped, and almost choked as she absorbed this punch from me. As then both of us were still as my cock spurted inside her. Her cunt walls gripped my cock tightly and my dick pushed and pulsed against her insides. We stared into each other in shock and amazement, open-mouthed and gasping as we felt each of my spurts erupt from my cock and into her.
We stood like that for a minute as our breath subsided. I let go of her thigh and she gasped in relief. I pulled my cock from her cunt and flopped back on to the bed. She followed me and flopped beside me, still recovering from the punishment I meted out to her.
“Aiyoh, Arun! Fuck! What was that! Ammmmmaaaa… fuuuuuuucccck!”
I replied. “Charu! Oh god! Do you know how long I have waited to do this?”
She looked at me. And I continued. “Damn, Charu! I wanted to fuck you since I saw you the first time. God! How jealous I was of my brother!!”
“Really? I.. I .. had no idea!”
“How could you? Oh! The days I spent dreaming about this. Fuck! I jerk off thinking about you. Almost everyday. Damn! ”
She slapped my chest playfully. “Well, you got what you wanted, no?”
I just laughed softly. We lay like that for a few minutes, quietly absorbing what we had done.
After a while I said, “Well, Charu. This is just a start. I want to do this again. And again. Come with me. I now have a shore job. We can be close. Yeah!”
She just laughed and shook her head. “We’ll see. Hmmm, your brother wants us to get back together.. He just told us.. He wants us to come with him. That’s what the argument was about all day today.”
I took this in, resigned to the fact that I might not be able to fuck her ever again. But she said, turning to me, “But we might be able to get together, I am sure.”
Then a thought struck me. “Hey, Charu. Did you ever think about me. I mean, when did you want to..you know..us…to do this?”
She just stared at me, but she could not hold it for long. She broke down and laughed softly. “Man..you..you..well me too… I really wished it was you who came to see me. But you had such a bad reputation back then..fuck.. If only they knew.!”
Then she got up and gathered her clothes and started putting them on. She made no attempt to hide herself from me. I could see her entirely nude even in the semi darkness of the room.
She saw me looking at her as she dressed and grinned and said in mock disgust, “Pervert!”. It was just as it was with her daughter. God!
She first put on her bra. Then she bent and picked up her panties and pulled them on. She ran her finger around the band of her panties and snapped it and set it straight. I stopped her when she started to step into her petticoat. Just like I did with Chitra, I motioned Charu to turn around. I got a view of her glorious panty covered ass. And unlike her daughter, her panties were tight on her ass cheeks. Her big, firm cheeks stretched the fabric of her panties to the extent that I felt they were close to getting ripped. A small wedgie started and ended close to where her cheeks met thighs. The cleft her ass cheeks made at the place where they joined her thighs on either side was deep and dark.
I said, “Give them to me.”
“What?” She gasped, wide eyed. I repeated my request and motioned with my head at her underwear.
She leered naughtily as she put her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pulled it off, and threw it at me. “Here, enjoy!” she said, and let out a soft giggle.
As she started to put her clothes on, she stopped and stared at me. I couldn’t help it. My dick erect again. Ready and willing. I wrapped Charu’s panties on my thick cock and stroked it as I watched her resume putting on her clothes. She moved slowly, her eyes steadfastly fixed on my fist as it flew along the length of my thick member. She licked her lips as she finished arranging her clothes and cam and sat next to me on the bed.
“Fuck, Arun! You are an animal!,” She whispered, and she put her palm on mine and followed my motions. I removed my hand and put both behind me back, and watched her as she stroked my cock. She was breathing hard, licking her lips as she watched the swollen, shiny, head of my dick appearing and disappearing in her fist.
I did not stop her as I came but I made her aware of it. I gasped and raised my torso as I made myself ready to ejaculate. She kept her panties on my dick as I erupted. Cum spurted in long ropes from my cock and landed on my belly and the sheets. She did not stop as rope after rope streaked out of my member.
I was gasping and panting as my cum died. She had not stopped looking at my cock. With her panties still on my she bent her head and put the tip of my cock into her mouth. And sucked the last drops of cum from my cock. I almost jumped out of the bed. I was in shock. She raised her head and looked at me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Then she gave a naughty smile, got up and walked out of the room.