Erotica Me And My Grandfather's Friend Hazrat Jee

[Mohan Ahuja]

My obsession for older man formed when i was only nineteen. This is the story i said i would write so you could understand how it all started. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed living it.

My name is Farheen i am 19 yrs old i have two brothers and one young sister i am the elder one amongst them. So i help my mom at home i finished my college and sitting at home just doing nothing.

This story is about me andd my grand uncle( my maternal grandfather’s elder brother) his age is 72 yrs old. When my grandfather got paralyzed and bed ridden my grandma eas helpless coz my mom is the only child to them. So they dont have any helping hand.my grandma asked help to hazrat jee (my grand uncle) he has big family 3 sons and 2 daughters and grandchildren elden than me but no one was ready to come and stay with them but hazrat jee was ready to visit once or twice a month and stay with them as long as he can but my grandma needed lady for help so she asked my mom to send me and my mom agreed to this. I shifted myslef to my grandparents house.i used to cook and clean house that was my duty.

It was almost a week i was there .one early morning door bell rang. My grandma my was sleeping so i ran to open door i was in one piece long cotton nightie i have one habit i dont wear bra when i sleep. Let me tell you . I was a healthy girl. I was very well developed and curvy. It always made me secretly smile when men would stare at my breasts. I matured early and by the time I was fifteen I wore a 36D bra, he noticed just how well developed I was.

“Hey farheen How are you? Beta its good that you are here to help you grgrandparents. I saw him looking at my chest while talking couldn't help seeing his eyes wander over me, stopping for a few extra seconds gazing at my breasts.

I swa 72 yrs old man I felt a slight twinge of being uncomfortable. I also felt something else. He had a sly almost dirty smile, lecherous in a way. He looked like a dirty old man thinking sexy thoughts about young girls.he is tall dark grey hair long beard the very first thing i noticed about him beside his obvious age was his very thick lips. I found myself wondering what it would feel like kissing him. Would he swallow my luscious soft thick lips into his own? The thought gave me a tingle of excitement. I took his luggage from his hand and put it in his room which was next to me upstairs. That house is having three bedrooms two upstairs and one is on ground floor which was occupied by my grandparents so i had to take upstairs room but the problem was there’s only one bathroom upstairs which i had to share with hazrat jee as for how long he is with us.

That day at night we all had dinner and everyone was went to sleep i needed to clean kitchen i saw hazrat jee walking down from stairs “ farheen i drink tea every night before going to bed can you plz give me a cup of tea every night at my room" “ sure hazrat jee i will"

So i finished my kitchen work and made a tea for him and knocked on his door " come in farheen” heres your tea" i handed him a cup and i turn to leave “ can you sit for a while to chat" i said of course. We did chat for half and hour and so i was sleepy so i went to my room and sleep.

Next day i went for bath i was wrapped myself with thin cloth which was easily see thru i have forgotten that hazrat jee is there.i was used to wrap that cloth coz no body was there except me but now i was not alone as i opened bathroom door and step out i saw hazrat jee standing there. I guess he was sneaking at me from key hole when i was bathing. I just rush to my room i knew he was staring at me with lustful eyes .

At night that day i knocked his door for tea this time he was sitting on his bed just wearing banyan and lungi( a cloth just wrapped to the waist. And i was wearing cotton nightie nothing underneath. He asked me to sit near him he grabbed my hand and made me sit close to him. "You are very pretty, I like looking at you."

I thanked him, smiled, and couldn't help seeing his eyes wander over me, stopping for a few extra seconds gazing at my breasts. I was after all secretly still a girl who liked men to look at me. This old man was not only looking, I felt as though he could see right thru my clothes. He started to rub my knee and then up and down the lower part of my leg. I guess he thought he could warm me up. His hand moved back to my knee and went a little higher just under the hem of my coat. I wondered if he could feel me trembling. His hand was now circling around my knee and inched just a little higher up to my thigh.

The higher he went the more I liked it. When his fingers spread over my skin and began squeezing my flesh I felt myself stiffen, I was strangely aroused. His hand began to shake and he moved it between my knees and took a deep breath. It was as if he was waiting to see what I would say or do. His fingers were squeezing my skin and pinching, not hard but like he was massaging my thigh. I took a deep breath and looked down at the ground. "This feels good, you like my hand touching you, and I think you like me?" I could feel myself quivering, so did he. I should smack his hand away and leave. The feelings that he started inside me were making me nervous, not scared. I liked what he was doing and didn't want him to stop. It was very strange. This old man had his hand up between my knees and I liked it, I loved it. He moved his hand a little higher and turned it so I had to part my knees. When my knees fell slightly open he moaned quietly and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, he moved closer to me. . I was so nervous I couldn't speak. I wasn't scared nervous, it was excited nervous. I was becoming sexually aroused.

There was no mistaking his boldness was exciting me. No one had ever touched me like that before and he knew I wouldn't stop him.

extent of my experience with boys. I knew about sex and just thought it would happen someday. I did know about orgasms. While taking a shower a few years ago I needed to get the shampoo and I had a hand held showerhead in my hand. I put it between my legs to grab the bottle so I wouldn't have to put it back into the holder. The head turned around and the water was rushing up between my legs. I felt this strange sensation and it felt really good. It made me forget about the shampoo. I grabbed the shower head and turned it so it was closer to me. This felt really good. I was breathing a little deeper and I started to feel a familiar tickle between my legs. My nipples got really big and they kind of tingled just a little. My body was feeling like it did just before I would have an orgasm from touching myself.



I reached up to my breast with my free hand and when I rubbed my nipple the feeling between my legs was stronger. This felt really good. I put my foot up on the edge of the tub and by directing the flow of the water so it was directly shooting between my legs. I found it was getting better and better.



I had played with myself for a few years. I guess we just automatically explore ourselves and when we find that touching certain places makes it feel better we keep doing it. I brought myself to my first orgasm when I was younger, I was nineteen now and this showerhead was driving me crazy.



After a few futile attempts I managed to get it just right. By right I mean I had the water rushing on my pussy. By holding the sprayer steady and closer, it felt better and better. A few more moves and I knew I was on to something. I continued to move the direction of the water until I found the best place to enhance the pressure. I reached up and turned the faucet so the water was now coming out faster and the pressure harder.



The water was gushing against my pussy lips and if I moved a certain way it hit my now very responsive clitoris. I reached down and spread my lips and the water was now washing over my pleasure spot. It didn't take but a few minutes for me to have an earth shattering orgasm, needless to say. I take a lot of showers.

The feeling that was washing over me now, as this old man inched closer and closer to my virginal spot, was just like the tickles I experienced while building to an orgasm. I not only liked what he was doing I didn't want to stop at all.

I was nervous now, I was afraid my grandma might come so I pushed his hand away and I stood up and as I was turning to leave he grabbed my hand. I didn't pull it away and he pulled me closer to him.

Now I was standing directly in front of him, so close that he was able to grab me. I heard myself let out a startling sigh and his kissed me like boy kiss a girl in English movies he was holding me tight in arms and kissing me there was no place between us he might feel my soft firm breasts against his chest coz i was not wearing bra he was pushing me into him and rubbing his chest to mine my mouth was wet of his saliva i was trying to push him away but i was failed to do so kiss was so wet and long he was holding me tight i was almost breathless but he was still kissing me after few minutes of kissing and cuddling he let me go dont know why.. i just turned and leave to my room locked it and lie on bed thinking about what just happened I couldn't get the picture out of my mind. I couldn't get comfortable. All night I was restless and finally I played with myself. Seeing him in my mind, kissing me and making love to me I came really hard and it lasted a long time. I don't know how but I did fall asleep.

Next day i avoided eye contact with him but i saw him looking at me and smiling. He knew what i wanted i gave breakfast to everybody and made myself busy at kitchen but i was not I couldn't get the picture out of my mind.that afternoon i was washing dishes at kitchen my grandparents were talking afternoon nap hazrat jee came to kitchen asking for a cup of tea i told him to wait till i make it He walked over to the table and sat down in the chair.

You must be lonely here all by yourself with no company. I see you have some dishes in the sink that need washing. Why don't we talk while I do them for you?"

I said its ok i will to it.



"Well I guess that's true. While I'm here if I can help with anything just let me know."



There was no answer so I just continued doing the dishes. I didn't hear him get up but suddenly he was behind me. I could hear him breathing and as he moved closer.hazrat jee had to reach around me to put his cup in the sink and when he did he moved closer, now actually leaning against me. This old man had a very full erection and he was making it clear he wanted me to feel it.

I saw his hands grip the counter on both sides of me encircling me in his grasp. He was making no mistake about his intentions as he began grinding against me from behind. I could feel the excitement in my body start to build.



The last thing I wanted was to show hazrat jee how very thrilling his unacceptable behavior was for me.



The correct thing for me to do was to show anger or fear and stop this assault immediately. Hazrat jee leaned closer and began speaking to me in a low growl.

He is kissing me on my chicks from behind sucking my earlobe rolling his tongue on my neck then on my ear this man was making me crazy.he grip was very tight his left-hand wa holdind my waist and right hand was arond my neck and his palm was under my armpit.he was rubbing his hand on my bust he was still kissing me on my neck he twisted my face backward and took my lips to his lips and he started kissing me on my lips. This time he was kissing softly very romantically.he was behind me holding me from behind his one hand was around my waist and other one was around my neck as we were kissing he was grinding him self on my ass. We were lost in the act i heard grandmas bedroom door opened i broke the kiss and push myself away from his arms.

And asked him to go to his room. my grandma woke up and entered in the kitchen gor afternoon tea..i thanked god for saving me.

I was scared the hell what if she sees me and grand uncle kissing and his hands around me like a husband and wife.Uffff

I heard hazrat jee saying to my granma he is leaving Tomorrow will be return next week got some bank work and need to go if she needed some cash he will leave some checks with me.

As usual we had our dinner together everybody left to sleep and cleaned the kitchen. I made tea for him today i was having different feelings i was excited to face him i was think what will happen now.i was walking towards his room thinking what he will do with me know.it was dark night everybody was sleeping no sound it was pin drop silence i knocked “come in farheen” i am going tomorrow so i won’t trouble you from tomorrow” i didn’t answer i was just looking at tiles. He asked me to put cup on the table so i walk towards table i put it on table Before I could turn around he was already behind me When I turned around he was standing right in front of me he hugged me tight i am 5’5 tall and he was taller than me "Maybe you give me some little kisses?"



It was now or never. Kiss him or make him leave. I didn't have a choice, I wanted him to stay, kissing him was all the answer he needed.

holding me by my arms so I really couldn't back away. When he pulled me as close as he could he kissed me. The feeling of his tongue searching my mouth for mine was something I had not felt before. He pulled me closer and one hand dropped to my butt and he grabbed my cheek and squeezed it. He found my tongue and started to suck on it and pull on it, at one point he bit it. His other hand let go of my arm and found my other cheek. He pulled me so close his leg separated mine and slid between them so I wouldn't fall down. I felt something else, poking me. There could be only one thing that firm between his legs. I realized he had an erection and it was really hard.



After a few minutes of kissing and sucking my lips and tongue, his lips traveled down my neck. He was licking it, sucking on it, biting and I loved it. I stretched my neck so he could get more of it. The moaning and groaning was coming from both of us. I still couldn't stop him, I didn't want to. I was feeling the heat in my cheeks; my body was reacting to his lips and hands.

It took all my strength to try and pull away, but he held me tight against him.



I pulled away from him. He let me go and just nodded his head as if he knew he was right. He stepped back a few steps to pick up his tea cup and he sat on the bed. I smoothed my dress and walked to the bed and sat down next to him. He fixed his tea.

He put one arm around me and pulled me closer to him. He bent his head and he was kissing me. My head was against his arm and my hands were in my lap. The kissing was much like before, this time though he kissed a little harder and sucked a little deeper. His tongue captured mine and he rolled it around and around. I was getting very excited. Then everything changed when his free hand reached up and grabbed my breast. I took a deep breath and he just kept kissing me while he continued his massaging and squeezing. I have very large nipples and when his fingers found them, he stopped kissing, and began

His hand went back and forth over my breasts and I loved every minute of it, the kissing, feeling, pinching and squeezing. While kissing me deeply, devouring my lips and mouth, he put his hand on my knee. His fingers were feeling and caressing. When his hand went between my thighs and pushed them apart I gave him no resistance. I felt his fingers wrapped around my mound this man was being more free.



This was it, if I didn't stop now he would know that I wanted him to keep going. I didn't stop him. I couldn't, it felt too good.

I was so engrossed in his fingers I barely felt him raise his hand up and tug at my dress.



"I want you take this off, will you take it off so I can look at you?"

Without a thought or the slightest hesitation I stood up and turned my back to him. That was the answer he was waiting for. I have never been undressed or naked in front of a man before. Instinctively I turned my head and motioned for him to pull down the zipper.



I couldn't help feeling his hands shaking as he searched for the tab to lower the closure. His breathing was quick and excited; he was more than willing, and happy to assist. Inch by inch he pulled it down moaning aloud with each glimpse of bare skin. Once the dress was open in the back I turned to face him. Then I held it in place with one hand while the other slipped the sleeves off. I just let it fall over my hips around my feet onto the floor. It was done, the rest was up to him.



I was shivering exposing my body. I was wearing black lace cotton panties, and matching bra. I'm sure I looked quite the virgin I was.



"Oh my god, what a body you have. You are made to have a man make love to you. Come closer to me." I walked a few steps towards him and he ran his hands over me, feeling every part of me. He kissed and licked my stomach. He kissed my arms and hands. He turned me around and took my cheeks in both hands and plied and groped. Again he turned me until I was facing him.



"Now, the bra, take it off and show me your big tits."

As if I had done this many times before I moved my hands behind me and unhooked my bra. I slipped each strap down and off my arms. I was suddenly feeling nervous. I was standing there in front of him and in one fast lunge he pulled the black lace bra away and all modesty was gone.



My hands flew up and cupped each breast in sheer awkwardness. My breasts were very large and full. No matter how I moved my hands I couldn't cover them.

He stood up, filled his hands with me; he pushed me back against the bed pillar and lifted them to his mouth. I watched my nipple disappear into his wet hot lips. Those lips that were huge and fleshy closed over my breast covering areola and nipple. When he sucked, it was all in his mouth. His lips was magic. Jaws were like a machine plying my flesh. As I write this I can still feel his lips on my nipples. I watched his tongue lick each nipple and then suck it, hard and when one, sparkling with saliva hit the stir it stiffened even more. My nipples were almost double in size. When his mouth released me his teeth caught my nipple and he bit it and let it fall out of his mouth to repeat his assault on the breast still in his hand. All I could hear was him sucking, moaning, panting and whispering in my ear “ you are sweet

The harder he sucked my nipples the more I wanted him to and Hazrat jee was only too happy to give me whatever I wanted. "Let's go lieon the bed, come on let's go."



Oh my god, he wanted to take me to bed. I knew if I walked into my bedroom with him there would be no possible way to stop this. I barely nodded my head and laying on bed, he followed me into my bed. We were barely on bed and he began taking off his clothes. First his baniyan , his creased lungi . I walked up to the edge of my bed and just watched him. Standing in my bedroom, naked except for a pair of panties. My nipples so hard and swollen. In front of me was an old man in his underwear and I couldn't have been more excited. This man was making me feel what I never knew was possible. I didn't want him to stop and he knew it.



He told me to lie on the bed. Walking to the foot of the bed he positioned me and pulled me by my legs down further till my feet were hanging over the edge. When he reached out to my hips I thought he going to pull my panties down. His hands went from my hips to my waist and he had me in a sitting position. When he got down on the floor on his knees my breasts were in his face.

"Feed me; hold your big tits in your hands so I can suck them.Put one nipple in my mouth and hold it for me. I offered my right nipple to his open mouth and he closed his big thick lips around it. The sucking was so good. His teeth clamped down and he bit the swollen tip over and over. The sound of his sucking was driving me insane. I watched each nipple sucked and bitten and popped in and out of his mouth Trust me it was all new for me and i was enjoying it.

I dropped my hand from one and grabbed the other with both hands. I squeezed it until it was hard and stiff. I let him suck on my nipple and then pulled it out of his mouth. In and out like the ball of a lollipop. At one point his teeth were biting and I pulled the nub out and felt his teeth bite all the way along the length of my nipple before I took it away. I never wanted him to stop.



"Push your tits together; I want to suck both like one." My hands pushed until both nipples, so hard and stiff, big and swollen almost touched each other. When he took both into his lips and I felt his tongue swirling around them I heard myself scream out.aaahhhhhhh.....



He did, harder and deeper into his mouth. As his big lips pulled my nipples up and down I thought I would cum right then and there. I don't know how long he did this, I lost track of time and just didn't want him to stop. He had other ideas and with a final suck and bite he pulled away.

No one but me had ever touched me there. I always thought that a boyfriend or husband would be the first. I never dreamed a dirty old man who is my grand uncle and he is 72 yrs old would be seconds from having his mouth on me.

Now we both lying on bed barely naked we both were in just panties. Rolling on bed and kissing each other passionately.

Then he put his one hand between my legs. No one had ever touched me in any way down there. . I was so wet he qas rubbing me hard over my panties he tried to put his hand inside my panties but i stopped him.



The power of my orgasm was growing and I moved my hands down to his hand grabbed hold and began to grind my pussy into his hand. This was so powerful an orgasm that I heard myself screaming. Over and over I felt the waves of pure pleasure. I pushed against his hand as hard as I could and he rubbed harder. I couldn't stop the motion of my hips grinding into the bed and thrusting up and down to his hand. The spasms inside me kept me cumming; the feeling was almost too much. The orgasm was so strong I couldn't I couldn't think. The contractions inside me were finally starting to slow down. I was beginning to breathe slower, and calming down.



He let me rest for no more than ten minutes. This time he moved up next to me and sucked on my nipples while his fingers rubbed all over my pussy. He knew I was about to cum and this time he slipped a finger up inside me as his thumb continued to rub my clit. When the orgasm started he was moving his finger in and out of me pretty fast it much

He grabbed a nipple in his mouth, his finger was fucking me hard fast and deep and his thumb was teasing and rubbing all over my huge swollen clit. The wave took me all over the bed and when I couldn't take it one more second I kissed him and sucked his tongue into my mouth and rode the whole thing all the way

How long I laid there I don't know, I think I fell asleep at some point from sheer exhaustion. When I woke up it was because I was feeling Hazrat jee sucking on my nipples.

This was different, it was soothing and slow and nice. His lips were tender. He kissed each nipple and pulled me close to him.

He asked me to turn and he hold me from behind and started grinding his part on my ass chicks he used to stroke for few minutes like he is fucking me but he wasnt coz we both were in underwear he was holding my tit harder from back side and stoking me hard i turn my head and put my tongue out it was invitation to him to suck it and he did it. Our tongues were dancing together while he was stoking. I felt his grip harder on me and he maoned in my mouth i don’t know what happened. He grabbed me to him face to face and we kissed deeply and very passionately. Our mouths were open” spit in my mouth farheen” i spat in his mouth and he drank it.

“Should i leave hazrat jee grandma might come to see me"

“Dont worry she won’t come you sleep with me here i want you to sleep with me here holding each other like husband and wife"

“ What if she comes upstairs”

“i will wake you up before she wakes up farheen please i need you to cuddle me please sleep na"

I agreed to this and slept with him in bed cuddling

This man had driven me insane with pleasure. How was I to know it would only get and better? This was just the beginning of a long journey. I wanted to savor every minute. each other.

To be Continued...

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

This is second chapter of me and my grandfaters friend hazrat jee and i did have intention of writing chapter two sooner life gets in the way of all good intent.i hope you enjoy this as i much as i have loved going back in time to recall my experience with the man who changed my life.at the outset,i was anxious and very innocent in the understanding of just what constitutes a sexual relationship between a man and a woman.my thoughts were dramatically altered when my old man i spent the intial night in the bed.you already know how it started looking back i can smile in recalling just how gentle he was,being with him in bed was both thrilling and frightening.feelinf a man touch me where i had only touched myself,allowing myself to be seen naked learing the many ways one can recieve pleasure were exhilarating and we has only just begun. waking up feeling him next to me touching me hearing him whispring in my ear seemed as though i was part of a dream."farheen tum ne mujhe woh khushi di he jo me soch hi nahi sakta tha ki iss umr me mujhe ye nayab tohfa bhi milega.tum mere samne paida huyi mere samne badi huyi.ye sapna toh nahi he na kyu ki jab tum 15 sal ki thi tab hi tumko dekh ke laga thaa ki..he stopped i asked him"kya laga tha"ki tum kitni khubsurat ho gayi ho,ek aurat ki tarah tum khil gayi thi jab ki tum sirf 15 saal ki thi.tumhara sina itna bada ho gaya tha,bura na mano toh ek baat bolu" "haa hazrat jee" maine bahot baar tumko yaad kar ke hilaya he socha nahi tha itne saal intazar karna padega par koi baat nahi der aaye durust aaye"jab school me thi tab hi tumhare boobs" i interupt "boobs?" he kept his hand on my right breast and gave a soft sqeeze and smiled and said"isko boobs kehte he samjhi?" "hmmm" " tumhre ball hi he jo mujhe tumhari taraf attract ki the aur tumhare rasile lips aur usme ye dudh jaisa safed badan" "me sochta tha koun khusnasib hoga jo iss badan ka maza lega. me jab bhi tumko dekhta tha bas sochta tha ek baar iss badan ka sath mil jate ye lips ka ras pane mil jaye ye bade bade ball hath me leke chus chus ke lal kar du."

sach mano mujhe aaj itni khushi di he tumne iss buddhe insaan ko jawan bana diya me soch hi nahi sakta ki ek 74 saal buddha insaan 19 saal ki kawari ladki ke sath bistar me tu nanga pada he meine tumko chuma tumko acha laga me jatna hu jis tarah tum ne apne honth mere liye khole jis tarah tum ne apni juban mere juban se milayi mujhe malum he tumko bhi ye sab pasand aaya mere tumko chhuna meri juban se tumhare pairo ke bich yu chatna mujhe malum he ye sab tum pasand kar rah ti kyu ki tum itni gilli ho chuki thi. dekho tumhare ball ek aurat ki tarah bade he uspe ye nipples ufff tum ko pasand aaya jab me unko chus raha tha aur daba daba ke chus raha tha tumko bhi wahi pasand he aur mujhe bhi."

ye sapna nahi he."mujhe aur ek baat malum he, aaj tak tumko kisi ne chhuva nahi he aur kisi ne tumhare chut ke ander dala bhi nhi he,tum ek fresh ladki ho jiska seal ab tk tuta nahi he."

"mujhe samjha nahi aap kya bolna chahte ho;seal tuta nahi matlab."

tum ek innocent ladki ho aaj tak kisi ne tumko chhuva nahin aaj tak tum ne apne ander kisi ko dal ne nahi diya."

"ha maine abhi tak kisi ko apne badan ko hath lagane nahi diya nahi mujhe kisi ne aaj tak aap ki tarah kisi ne chhuva he nahi maine kisi ko aaj tak aap ki tarah chune diya he aap hi pehle insaan ho jisne mujhe bina kapdo ke dekha he kiss kiya he mere breasts ko chhuva he mere pairo ke bich chhuva he.



this is a very uncomfortable conversation."ha me janta hu farheen tum sach bol rahi ho tumko pata he dulhan ki nath utharna kya hota he?"

i was completely confused nothing he was saying was making any sense to me,

" har ladki ke ander ek khazana hota he uski maa hi uske ye sikha deti he aur shadi ki pehli raat jab ladki uske pati ke sath akeli hoti he pati uski nath uthar deta he. us waqt usko pata chalta he ki uski biwi ne ye khazana uske liye bacha ke rakha he,woh samjh jata he ki ye ladki kitni pure he.kitne mard ye khazana

loot ke ladki ko chod dete he."

it was now completely clear,yes i was virgin.i have never had sex before,i was a good girl.how could i be a girl and be laying here uncovered,next to an old man who is my grandfathers friend and much older to me ,the same old man who saw me naked and did things to me i never knew a man could do to a woman. i wasnt totally naive i knew the basics of sex and i grew up just like any other girl being told that i shouldnt let boys touch my breasts and definitely nothing under my panties.i was never told how good it feels to have a man feel you,kiss you suck your tongue,feel your nipples and suck them hard and put his fingers between your legs. no one told me how good it feels to have a tongue licking your pussy and sucking on your clitoris until you cum."mujhe malum tha tum bahot special ho jab maine tumko subah subah dekha jab tumko maine pehli baar chuma aur tumko chhuva tum ghabrai huyi thi par mere liye ye acha tha ki tumko acha lag raha tha aur jo bhi me kar raha tha tum enjoy kar rahi thi aur karo aur karo bol rahi thi.mujhe tum ko sab se jyada khushi deni he mujhe tumko kisi aur ko nahi dena ye badan aur ye honth ye ball sab mere he kash hum sath me reh sakte me tumko din raat pyar kar saku par me shadishuda hu aur tumse bade mere nati he par me bahot akela hu mujhe pyar ki jarurat he tumhari jarurat he.koi jawan ladka tumko meri tarah pyar nahi kar sakta woh tumko istamal karega aur chhod dega."

i wasnt sure what he was talking about i think he wanted me tobe his girlfriend was he crazy i,m ninteen he is almost 45 years older than me and married man. what if my parent came to know about this they would kill me lock me up and throwaway the keywhy i was listening to this old man still i like him he makes me feel so good would he really make me princess?

"farheen, kyu na tum mere sath mere ghar aate ho 3 din baad me wapas aane wal hi hu thoda tumko change bhi ho jayega,yahan roshan nana nani ka khayal rakhegi(roshan is our maid).waise bhi kafi din huye tum ko sab se mile huye me tumhare nani se baat karta hu".

"thik he i replied.

did i just agree to go with a dirty old man and go to his house where i dont know what will happened.not only did i hear myself agree,i'm excited and cant wait to get there.yes ths is definitelt the way an intlligent good girl thinks..i like him he doesnt scare me my body has never felt like this before,looking at his eyes i wanted him to touch me now,again.

he was pleased,no he was ecstatically happy,he took me in his arms and kissed me,very softly i wanted him to kiss me harder so i opened m mouth and search for his tongue.it only took a moment for me to realize that when he touched me i was on fire.

"ahhh farheen you are my lover"

my lover ,that sound so funny now,the mindset of a young girl,but at that moment he was my lover in every sense of the word.hazraat jee laid me down on the bed and began licking my lips and i opened my mouth and sucked his tongue deep inside.

his hands were right where i wanted them,sqeezing my breasts,pinching my nipples.he pulled his mouth away and licked and kissed my neck,this was driving me wild ,when he bit into my flesh i moaned and heard myself tell him "fir karo,fir karo" and he did.

"ohhhh mere dudu chuso mere nipples apne daat me pakad ke kicho"

he did and more over and over ,i moaned and squealed under him i loved his mouth,i loved his mouth i loved feeling my nipples in his teeth,and i never wanted him to stop. when he began moving down the bed i knew where he was going, i couldnt wait to feel his mouth there,i opened my legs as wild as i could.

"acha toh tum janti ho tumko kya chahiye.tumko acha lag raha he he na..tum ko jo bhi acha lage mujhe bolo me woh karunga"

my pussy was aching i wantedto feel him,listenig to his mouth licking me,sucking me me and he gave me what i wanted.

this time it was slower,the licking was soft and when he closed his lips around my budding pleasure the tip of his tongue barely touched it going back and forth,over and over.he flattened his tongue and let it glide up and down my lips,tickling my tender bud ever so slightly,it was even better than before.when i felt him slip two fat fingers just inside me and pump them in and out i knew if he touched my swallon blossom i would have make him donit faster until i got what i needed.

i took a deep breath, grabbed hold of the sheets and waited for the thrill,it washed over me like a rolling thunder storm on a late summer night. the lips i wanted the tongue i needed all where they were supposed to be.his lips held on to his head and thrust into his mouth over and over,every time feeling another wave until i had nothing left to hold on with.

i could bare breath my heart was pounding and feeling between my legs was so strong i had to close them tight and rock back and forth to try and stop it hazrat jee was now next to me and he pulled me across his chest and rocked me like a baby.

"farheen beta ,tum ek achi lover ho tum me junoon he tum ko bahot si chize abhi enjoy karni he bahot jald waqt aayegatum ek ladki se aurat ban jaogi aur woh sab maze logi zindagi ke jo tumhe sukun de ek waqt aisa aayega ki me tumhari ankhon me dekhunga aur mujhe pata chal jayega ki tumko kya chahiye tumko kya karna he aur tumko kaha karna he aur me woh sab karunga jab jab tum mujhe karne ke liye bologi"

I was safe, here in his arms, happy and I didn't want him to leave me, ever. Could I really be a princess, live happily ever after, like the fairytales promise us?



After a short time to rest, it was time to put my little girl thoughts away. hazrat jee left me on the bed and went in to bathoom , the he came back and talked on phone he was speaking kannada so I really didn't understand what he was saying, and I didn't care. I was ready to go with him, I wanted to go.



"acha suno humko aaj dus baje tak nikalna hoga tum packing kar lena jaldi niklenge toh raat tak pohach jayenge ab thoda der tum so jao me apne bed pe ja ke so jata hu iske ehle ki tumhri nani uth jaye". he leaned forward and kisse me on my lips and i kissed him back and moved to his bedroom.

as he left i dozed off and got up at 9.



I moved as fast as I could, I started the shower and quickly washed, that's not exactly true, I played with the shower head, than I washed and dried off. I had no intention of using the shower head, I couldn't help myself, the water, rushing against me, cleaning me, gave me a tickle and I wanted more, my God, was I insatiable now?



In any case, I got ready to go as I was told and we would leave this house, I would leave my home with a man I knew nothing about and I couldn't wait.



While hazrat was talking to my grandma I called roshan and told her I was going and she should come and stay with my grandparent untill i come and she agreed so i was relaxed.

It wasn't long before we were at the entrance to the house . I saw a car pull into the circle and stop. A younger man got out and spoke to hazrat jee, in kannada, smiled hazrat jee stepped to the side of the car door as the young man opened it, he motioned for me to get in and then he again spoke with the young man. The words, although I didn't understand the language, were soft and happy, they were both smiling. The young man extended his hand to kannada, they shook hands and kannada tilted his head to look at me and smiled. When he entered the car he took my hand in his, as we waited for the driver to get in and start the engine I acknowledged that from this moment my life would never be the same.



"farheen,beta, ummm, shankar mera driver he aur bahot saal se mere hi guesthouse me family kke sath rehta he,aur me jaha bhi jau ye mere sath rehta he aur mujhe jaha bi jana h e mujeh leke jata he . acha suno lamba safar he tum thaki hogi nin bhi jo puri hone nahi di maine uch der ke liye so jao." I never even thought about packing bag, my mind was so filled with all that was happening. I didn't even have a toothbrush, clean panties, ummm, maybe I didn't need panties. My God, is that all I could think about now. I knew we were traveling .



"It doesn't matter, you found me, I'm happy you found me."

He smiled, relieved I think in knowing that I wasn't afraid. Imagine someone knowing you from birth and spending the time and effort to meet you. Now, I'm sure someone might have pointed out that this old man was in fact acting as a predator, if you knew him; you would have changed your mind instantly and realized that it was never like that from the very beginning. It really didn't matter, I was happy, excited, I felt like I was on an adventure.



"fareheen! kitna accha naam diya tumko tumhare gharwalon ne jab tum choti si thi 1 saal ki bilkul doll ki jaisi thi ab bhi doll ki tarah hi ho par bade bachon ki doll hehehe."



"My mother told me it means, "Dark beauty, born at night" I was born at night and had very dark hair and long dark lashes. My Daddy is a Professor of arabic Studies and it's an Arabic name. When you call me farheen beta I think of my mother telling me I am a "Dark Beauty"



hazrat jee smiled and squeezed my hand in his; as if he not only agreed with my parents but that there was a truth in the names.



I must have dozed off, I hear farheen whispering to me that we had arrived and it was time to wake up.



"farheen aankhe kholo beta ."



I opened my eyes and we were in complete darkness. The car was still running, in almost an instant, lights came on and I saw a gate opening in front of the car. We drove through the gate and I heard it close behind us. In the distance I could see the rooftop of a very large house. Lights came on along the path leading to the door. The car stopped in the drive and I saw what I believed to be the front door. shankar opened the car door for us and hazr jee at stepped out and took my hand as I followed behind him. They spoke a few words and shankar said goodnight and drove away.



"Be careful, you follow me."



I stayed very close and in a matter of maybe a few steps Tony had the door open and we were walking in. The house was huge, it looked like a mansion. There were only a few lights on inside and hazratjee told me to wait until he turned on some more. As the lights illuminated the house it took my breath away. The entry, where I was standing was very big; it led to an open space that I thought could be the living room. The back of the living room was made of glass, as the lights came on I saw the water, he lived on the lake.



yahin ruko bhi aata hu."



I heard him speaking but couldn't see him. The voice came from my left I thought, and was far away from where I was standing. "aao betaaao mera vacation house me tumko dihata hu."



I took his hand and we walked forward into the living room, it was dark, and yet, inviting and comfortable. The glass was actually sliding glass doors that opened onto a patio which sat on the edge of the lake. I couldn't see much of anything else, it was very dark outside, and it must have been close to nine thirty.



Then there were lights all over the patio, and they were shinning on the water, it looked like a mirror.



"ye mera weekend house he me kabhi kabhi yahan aata hu soch tumko yeh ghar dikhau" i was suprise coz i thought we are going to his home but no i was wrong he took me to his weekend house.



We walked through the house and I fell in love with it. Compared to my tiny house it was truly a mansion, not really, it was a warm home that told you to be happy within its walls. The kitchen was like an old fashioned kitchen, lots of cabinets, the floor was stone tile and the counters were made of granite, how did I know this, my grandparents had recently updated their kitchen and put granite in. hazrat jee showed me the dining room, the den was off the kitchen with a fireplace and then there were three bedrooms, each had its own bathroom; I wondered which one was his.



"aao ab me tumko master bedroom dikhta hoon jaha me sota hoon aur hum jaha ek sath sonewale he ."

The bedroom was to the left of the living room, down a short hallway. When he put the light on I was speechless. The room was almost as big as the other three bedrooms; there was a sitting area with a couch and chair, tables and a huge wood wall unit that was filled with books. The bed sat in front of glass doors and looked out over the lake. " beta yaha hum apni suhagraat manayenge jao bed me jake dekho kaisa feel hota he ."



I was standing in his bedroom, he was inviting me to feel how comfortable his bed would be, there was nothing left to decide was there?

The bed had a large wood headboard, very dark and carved old world styling, antique I thought. There were so many pillows and the quilt was thick and a deep dark bronze, it was truly beautiful and begged you to lie down. It was very big, my bed was a full size, and this was a king, my parents shared a king size bed that always had room for me, a place to hide when I was frightened or a place to talk when I needed that too. I thought how very comfortable I could be in this bed. I turned around and he was standing right there.



"farheen , ye mera pusteni ghar he jab meri shadi huyi thi maine isi ghar me apni suhagraat manayi thi, ye ghar mere liye bahot special he aur tum bhi mere liye bahot special ho isliyee me tumko yha laya hoon ye ghar humhari yaadghar nishani hogi ye ghar tumhara bhi he.ab hum iske baare me baad me baat karenge hum khana banayenge fir hum sath me bistar me jayenge jahan

tum ko jo phum baat karenge ya fir tum ko jo pasand ho me woh karunga chalo, ab hum kicten me jayenge aur me tumhare liye khas khana banaunga aur tumhare bare me kuch kuch janunga."



You must be wondering if this is all a fantasy or perhaps the imagination of a woman who dreamed of a different life than she's living; my memories or imagination won't change the story, and just let me reassure you that fairytales do come true.



I walked around the kitchen while he made some things for us to eat. It was easy to see there wasn't a woman living in this house; the little things my mother did to make our house so pretty were absent. There were no curtains, flowers or little knick knacks. The house was immaculate, well kept, warm and friendly but there was nothing that said a woman lived here. There were no pictures, no photos of people.



"aap ki family yaha nahi aati?"



"Nahi, unkko ye jagah pasand nahi gaon me aana unko pasand nahi shehar ki hawa jo unko lag gayi he, tum rahogi na mere sath "

I smiled and nodded my headhad I just agreed to stay?



"shankar ki family kaha he?"



"Ahhh, shankar mere ost ka bhai he, mera saaya he woh,bahot saal pehle woh mere pass kam ke liye aaya tha aur ab mere yaha hi rehta he mere liye woh mere bete jaisa he."



shakar ke bhai ne use ghar se nikala,uske pass khane ke paise nahi the that can't be good, and he must be lonely. "jab uski maa mar gayi, shankar bahot jawan tha aur apni maa se bahot pyar karta tha shankar apni maa ko bahot pyar arta tha isliye woh us ghar me nhi rehna chahta tha,toh woh yaha aa gaya rehne. mujhe ek driver ki jarurat thi aur woh imandaar bhi he.



"ab me iss umar me bas enjoy karta hu jee kare waha ghumta hoon uperwale ka iya sab kuch he aur ab mujhe ek nayab tohfa bhi diya he aur woh tum ho maine kabhi socha nahi tha me 74 ka ami ek kamsin jawan kuwari laki ke sath kabhi pyar karunga aisa lagta he ab me bhi fir se jawan ho gaya hoon me bahot akela tha par ab tum mil gayi ho aur me tumko sab se chura ke sambhal ke rakhunga.aajao baito khana kha lete he."



As we ate he continued to tell me about his life, answering all my questions. His wife never had sex after monopause he has four children an six grandchildern older tha me. his friends tried to find him another wife but he didn't like any of the women so he never remarried. " ab tum batao tum itni khubsurat ho jawan ho uperwale ne tumko itna kamsin aur sexy baan diya he koi boyfrien kyu nahi he tumhara?"



Should I tell him that boys just didn't interest me at all? I have always liked older men, I was the only child of an older couple, and I spent most of my life as the only child in a group of adults. I liked being around older men, the way they looked at me; even some of my father's friends, it made me feel powerful and special. I could watch them when I moved a certain way or when I let them see my nipples were hard, that I liked very much. I loved music, still do, to this very day; it is very seldom that where I am there won't be music playing. I love to read, and you don't need a boyfriend for any of that. "mera ek boyfriend tha par woh bahot ajib tha zara bhi samjdar nahi tha bachpana bahot tha usme aur mujhe woh pasand nahi; mujhe umr wale log pasand aate he jaise aap ho isliye me aaj yaha aapke sath hu varna me usi thi baag jati jis din pehli baar apne mujhe chhuva tha bedroom me , jab aap aaye the subah subah aap ki aankhen mere badan se hat hi nhai rahi thi aap ki ankhe mere boobs ki taraf atak gayi thi. fir aap ne kitchen me mujhe kiss kiya piche se aap ne apni khai huyi aur kadak chiz mere badan se chipkayi mujhe bahot acha laga.mujhe woh sab acha lag raha tha mujjhe woh sab itna garam kiya uffff."



"mujhe malum he tum ko woh sab pasan aaya me tumhari aankhon me dekh huka hu, aur waha dar nahi tha."



"aap ko bahot acha aata he karna ab hum yahan akele he dono ye ghar me ab hu dil khol ke kuch bhi kar sakte he"



"farheen beta, ek baat ka jawab do ye me tum se 45 saal bada hoon,kuch lg bolenge me ek vasna se bhara huya ami hu jo mere se 45 saal kam umr wali laki ke sath pyar kar raha hu,chalo thik he,logon ko bhul jao,mera bhi jane do.tum ko me pasan hu; tumko mujhse pyar bhi ho sakta he,hum sath em khus reh sakte he,kya ye galat he?"



"Nahi,mere liye toh bilkul galat nahi he.par ye unia nahi samjhegi nahi mere gharwale,me unko kaise samjhau?" It didn't matter; I wanted to be here, with him.





Was I asking him to help me decide what to tell my family because I knew I wouldn't leave?



Of course I wanted to stay with him. In these few hours I had already imagined my life with him. Yes, I'm only nineteen, I have had no experience sexual or otherwise with boys or men, I should have my head examined but, I was excited, happy, felt so special, why would I want that to change? My Daddy always said that once I made up my mind there would be no way of changing it, I was beyond willful and unbending.



At that moment the die had been cast, I would stay with this man and those who didn't agree or were not in favor of my choice would have to live with it and accept it.



I walked around the table and crawled up into his lap, I'm smiling, it wasn't easy, he was a very strong man, but I managed. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, not like a timid little girl, my instincts took over and he felt a hungry mouth on his. I explored his mouth with my tongue; I licked his lips, sucked them into my own and felt the fire begin to burn. I wanted him to touch me, strip me naked, ravish my body and leave me breathless. "tum chahti ho ke me tumko pyar karu, ek baar agar tumne mujhe woh khazana loot ne diya uske baad tum meri ho jaogi aur agar ek baar agar me shuru ho gaya toh me rukne wala nahi." "shaya tum yahi chahti ho"



I stood up and took his hand; I looked into his eyes and smiled as I dropped his hand between my legs.



There were no more words. I walked into his bedroom knowing exactly what I wanted. I was standing beside the bed when he touched me.



"Beta, Beta, tum ko malum he na tum kya kar rahe ho me chahta hoon ki tum ek baar fir socho ki hum ko ye karna he me bura insaan nahi ban na chahta soch lo aaj raat me tumko woh sab dunga jo tum chahti ho par aaj me woh specail gift nahi lunga kyu ki me bahot sabrwala ho hum subah tak ek usre ko pyar karenge par tumhara special gift me aaj nahi lunga."



Do you believe that you can fall in love in a heartbeat, in a second, a moment, well, it happens. I turned around and hugged him, he knew I wasn't ready, I was a foolish girl and when I gave myself to him he wanted a woman to make the choice.

"Alright, chalo ready ho jao be ke liye,hum log bathroom me jaa ke shower lenge me tumko uper se niche tak wash karna chahta hu taki tum sweet aur warm feel karo fir uske baad hum bistar me honge, okay?"



If you've read any of my other stories you will see a familiar thread running through most of them. I believe that like a sweet candy, a wonderful cup of coffee or a lover, the taste or feel draws us back, we try and recreate the initial feelings we had when we first experienced what we come to love.



I tried to remember the last time anyone had bathed me, I think I must have been a small child. We all reach that grown up moment when we decide that our naked bodies are no longer to be seen by anyone. Was I about to be given a bath by this old man? I wasn't at all reluctant or self-conscious by the thought, in fact, I was suddenly very aroused. We did go into the bathroom, it was huge. In the center of the room there was an old claw footed white tub, the kind you see in old movies. On one side there was a marble vanity with two sinks, and a mirror that went from one wall to the next. There were so many towels lined up neatly, by color and size I thought I was in a department store.



"aao beta, aao mere pass."



He was sitting on a chair next to the tub and he carefully undressed me. The care he took in folding and placing my clothes was something to see. The room was warm but as I stood there I could feel my nipples stiffen and Goosebumps pop up all over me. hazrat jee had already started the bath and in a few minutes, when the water was just right he helped me step in.



I watched this plump old man get down on his knees, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, reach in and wet a washcloth. The soap smelled like baby powder and when he had it bubbly all over he reached down and washed me, every inch of me. Do I have to tell you how much I loved it, I didn't think so.



My lover, was he my lover, rinsed my body, helped me up and out of the tub and wrapped me in a big warm soft towel.



""All right,ab tum ek bache ki tarah smell kar rahi ho, clean and fresh. aao me tumko bistar pe le chalu;tum aarm karo aur mera intazar karna tab tak me reay ho ke aata hu bed pe."



I was in a dream; this was what little girl's dream of, women too. Was this old man my Prince charming?



As I laid there, in his bed, waiting for him, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. I wanted to be here, I never wanted to leave.



In a few minutes he came into the bedroom, smiling and so happy. He had taken off his clothes and had a robe on; it barely covered his pudgy belly. I couldn't take eyes off him as he walked around the room, turning off lights and opening the window. The breeze blew in off the lake and although it was cool it felt good. When he reached the bed he untied his robe and placed it very neatly on the chair, he was nude, naked, had nothing on.



Oh my God, I had never seen a man naked before. He is masculine man and i think he didd exercise when he was young, I wondered if Superman gets older and looked like this with no clothes on?



The shape of him was honestly just like a athlit. The hair on his chest was white, curly, and his penis; well it was kind stiff rod, I can see it hanging down between the tops of his mascular legs. I should look away, I couldn't. "Shayad tum ne kabhi kisi mard ko nanga nahi dekha."

Was it that obvious?



He didn't want an answer, he was making an observation and he was right. Even this afternoon, when we were in my house, I actually didn't see much of anything. Then a thought suddenly flashed across my mind, I would have to touch him there.



"Beta,me jawan nahi hu mere umr ke sath mere badan pe bhi meri umr ikhani lag gayi he shayad ab tum ko me pasand na aau"

Since I had no comparison I didn't give his shape any thought. That's actually not true, I thought, if he lies on top of me he could crush me, it was fleeting, but I did think about it. I realized that what he looked like didn't make any difference, the way me made me feel, touched me, looked at me, that was all I really cared about.



"nahi aap toh ek pehalwan kitarah ho me ab kya bolu aap khud hi samjh jao waise mujhe ap ache lagte ho."



I giggled and he laughed. "Well, sach me me tumhe ach lagta hu mujhe bahot khushi huyi ye sun ke, in time me tumko shikhaunga ki mar ko kaise khush kiya jata he ,tum mere pass aaogi aur mujhe seduse kaeogi mujhe bologi ki tum mujhe apne ander sama lena chahti ho mera ras apne ander lena chahti ho usko taste karna chahti ho. chalo me ab tumhare pass aata hu aur woh sab karta ho jiska tum ko intazar he ek ladki jisko aurat bana deta he woh pal."



I had a lot to learn about a lot of things, and I had no doubt he would teach me well. He climbed into the bed next to me and all I really wanted was to feel him touching me.



"ab tum mujhe bolo ki tumko kya chahiye mujhe sun na he farheen."



How could I say what I wanted him to do, it would sound dirty, and I wasn't sure how to ask?



"aap mujhe zor se kiss karo hazrat jee mere lips ko chuso mere nipples ko chuso woh kitne hard huye he,ab aap bolo."



As his hand reached for my breast, I gasped, when he touched my nipple, I moaned.



"haaaaaaa, kaisa laga , bolo farheen, bolo kaisa lag raha he."



"acha lagta he jab aap waha chhute ho."



"dhire se ya zor se dabau?."



"zor se uffff, zor se haaaa zor se dabao, aaahhhhh, ohhh, acha lag raha he uuuffffff, apne muh me lo me chahti hu ap usko chuso."



"bolte jao farheen"



I heard myself and then it was easy and I couldn't stop.



"mere nipples chuso,unko apne daton me pakdo jaise aap karte ho acha lagta he, hard, like that, suck them hard, make them big and stiff, use your tongue, tease them with your tongue, yesssss, more do it more."



He took my nipples in his mouth and made them tingle and burn, I was on fire, his mouth was wet and the sounds were everywhere, I pulled his head as close to me as I could and I pushed up hard, I could hear myself and it made me want more.



"Yes that's what you say, tell me and I do it. Tell me so I know what you want?"



I could feel myself getting wet, I wanted him to feel me there, touch me. How can I say it?



"Ohhh, I love it, don't stop, my pussy is so wet, I want your fingers there, touch my pussy, and make it feel good, like that, ohhh just like that."



There I said it, and now he's doing it, feels so good, yes like that just like that.



With a stiff nipple in his mouth he reached down and I opened my legs wide, I wanted those fat fingers to rub my clit, make me cum, I wanted to cum.



"aahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ha ha bahot chha lag raha he it feels so good, like that, rub it in between your fingers, ohhh, so good, rub it harder, harder, faster Ohhh, make me cum hard."



He bit my nipple and squeezed my clit at the same time, I felt the walls of my pussy start to tighten and I waited, waited and it started, the rush of release was quick and hard, long strokes over my clit now, I was barely breathing, my body was rocking side to side, my legs closed tight around his hand and I had to reach down and grab it so he stopped touching me, it was too hard to let it go on another second. I pulled his hand away from me and just let myself lay there and cum.



"Yesss, farheen Beta, that's good, let it come."



It was strong, the last few times, it was stronger and harder, the feeling lasted longer and I loved it. I moved close to him and he took me in arms and gently stroked my hair, I'm sure I heard him telling me that he loved me as I fell into my dreams.



"Beta mera, farheen ekho subah ho gayi,aankhen kholo,tiem ekho uth jao beta."



I didn't want to wake up, it was warm and I was still sleepy.



"utho hum aaj bahot sara kaam karna he"



I opened my eyes and he was right there with a smile. I did it, I stayed the whole night.

My dreams weren't dreams at all. "Alright, we have a little breakfast and we must get ready."



As my eyes grew accustomed to the light I realized he was already dressed and looking around the room my clothes were waiting for me. He kissed my head and eventually he got me up. I walked around completely comfortable in my nakedness. Was this the first day of my life with him?



I dressed and when I got to the kitchen my breakfast was there waiting. I suddenly had a so strong urge to hug him. I did. He smiled and for a mere second he smiled and began to kiss me, suddenly he stopped.



"beta, Beta,jaldi ready ho jao, I will make love with you later."



"hum kaha ja rahe he?"



"Beta mera, eat now, then we must be on our way."



We spent the day shopping. First stop was the market for fruits, vegetables, the butcher for meats, the fish monger, an Italian shop for cheeses and salami's, the bakery for breads and pastries.



'aur kuch lena he."



It was clear that he didn't need anyone's approval or for that matter acceptance. "ab, tumhare liye ek secial suprise he my jaan farheen,hum hum is khubsurat jawan laki ke liye shopping karenge."



We in fact arrived at a very upscale woman's shop. The woman who owned the shop was extremely friendly and very lovely. By the end of our spree I had been outfitted from head to toe, inside and out. Most of the choices were my own, there were a few that hazrat jee made and yet others that Lithia suggested. It was becoming increasing clear that I would be staying in vacation home, I had made that decision, and my only concern was what I would tell my parents. I still had the luxury of a few days and I decided to not dwell on it.



I had also made another life altering decision. I wanted to give myself to my lover in every way. If I were to lose or give my virginity to anyone I wanted it to be hazrat jee. I couldn't imagine any part of my life that didn't include him. Yes, I was very young, inexperienced, but just as sure of what I wanted. When we arrived home, yes, home, shankar brought the packages in and while hazrat jee was putting the groceries away I walked with shankar to the door.



"shankar, may I ask you something?"



"Yes, anything Miss."



"How do I say "My Dream" kannad?"



"nanna kanasu, my dream"



"You are very fond of hazrat jee aren't you?"



"Yes Miss, he has been a father to me for many years."



"This, my being here, are you okay with my being with him?"



"Miss, he has been a very lonely man for many years, not any more. I believe he is happy now."



"shankar, I want us, you and I to be friends, we both care for him and that's what's important. I know I'm very young, that must be strange for you or anyone to understand, I'm just as happy as he is."



"Love has no age Miss, old and young, young and old, it is still love."



shankar smiled and I understood what he saying, the heart has no age, it loves without boundaries, sometimes making no sense, like faith, you can't see it, but you still believe. We talked for a few minutes more about nothing important and when we heard hazrat jee calling for me we both smiled.



"Beta,shayad tum thake hoge,agar rest karna he toh dinner tak rest kar lo"



"Ummm,thaki toh nahi hu par thoda sa let jati hu aap kya karoge?"



"Ahhhh, me tumko miss karunga har minute lekin kuch kaam he kaarne padenge me jaldi aa jaunga fir hum sath me dinner karenge okay?"



That sounded good, I needed to lie down and think of how I was going to tell my parents that I was here and intended to stay here.



I went into the bedroom, was it now our bedroom, I guess it was. I opened the boxes and bags that shankar had brought in and began putting some things away in a chest that hazrat jee told me to use as my own. I opened the closet doors and saw an empty space, next to his things, I was sharing a closet, a house, a bed, in just over forty eight hours my life was nothing of what I knew and everything I wanted.

I lay down on our bed, which just sounded so funny, and yet so right. I heard hazrat jee talking, on the phone, in Italian. There was so much about him I didn't know, so much about men I certainly didn't know. No one even knew where I was.



I didn't want to miss anything, not one second.



I got up and decided to change my clothes. I chose a simple dress; he liked me in a dress I think. When we were shopping his choices were all dresses, some short, some long, all beautiful soft flowing fabric, I watched his eyes as I showed them to him. If he was pleased he smiled, if he didn't approve he said a firm "No, not that one". The one I was choosing he liked very much.



He selected many of the things; he especially enjoyed the more personal things. I realized he liked lacy bras and panties. As you already know I have very full breasts. The bras were soft and sexy; my breasts filled the cups and gave me a womanly shape. The white cotton, I'm smiling, virginal white cotton was gone. I would never chose white cotton again.



I slipped into a deep midnight blue lace bra and matching panties, I caught my reflection in the mirror and I was stunned. The lace was sexy and revealing, my nipples were just below the scalloped edge. I slipped the dress over my head and when I saw myself standing there I was completely surprised.



I looked older, no not older, I looked quite lovely. The dress was dark blue, very plain really, long sleeves, a tight bodice and it flared around my hips falling just above my knees. The neckline was deep and it accentuated my breasts and the deep cleave between them. I suddenly felt very pretty.



I brushed my hair and it fell around my shoulders in soft waves. Lithia had helped me chose some mascara, a few lipsticks and after many possibilities we settled on a perfume that was light and clean, it had a spicy scent and I loved it. A few more touches and I was slipping into a pair of sandals as I heard my man calling for me.



"Betla, aajao,kitchen me khana bana ne meri help karo ."



"On my God, tum bahot khubsurat ho farheen,ek um kahani wali pari ki tarah. ab tumne iss budde admi ko muskil me dal iya he ab khana banana muskil he."



I giggled, like a child as I rushed up to him and threw my arms around his neck kissing his face all over.



"Oh no,pehle khana bana lenge, later we make love."



He was laughing and so happy, I was happy.



"Now, ye apne dress ke upar dalo taki ye kharab na ho."



hazrat jee wrapped an apron around me and we spent the next hour preparing dinner like I had watched my parents do for so many years. We laughed; he showed me how to make a plate of antipasti, telling me all about the dried meats and cheeses. He poured us a glass of wine and although I didn't love it I drank it. It would actually take me quite some time to acquire a taste for wine, now I think a fine wine is a gift from heaven. We washed and prepared vegetables; he seasoned some small steaks and brought everything out to the patio to cook on his grill. My sweet man showed me how to grill and when we sat down to have dinner it was more than I ever imagined.



Our conversation was everything, funny, at times we disagreed, and in the end we smiled at how much we had enjoyed our first dinner together.



" ab hum kkitchen saaf karenge aur fir aaram se bait ke baat karenge."



I slipped my feet out of my sandals and put them on his lap. The way he touched my legs, caressed my ankles and played with my toes was something I never wanted to stop. Something else happened; I didn't feel the urgency for him to touch me. I was so comfortable, felt so safe and warm. Is this what love feels like, is this love?



Now, I wanted to touch him, feel his body. I smiled and pulled my legs back; I got on my knees and crawled closer to him. He smiled and started to speak; I put my finger on his lips and simply whispered "Shhh."

I put my arms around his neck and gently kissed his face. He laid his head down against the back of the sofa and sighed. Instinctively, I kissed him deeper, gently licking his lips, and let my hands feel his body. When my hands touched his thighs he trembled and his breathing changed.



I felt something that I had never felt before, a sort of hard bulge and I touched it. I felt his body quiver and he moaned softly, as I rubbed it up and down it got harder and bigger. Was this an erection, was his cock getting hard and excited? I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. The sounds he was making were like the sounds I made when he touched me. I opened the single button at the waist of his pants, found the tab on the zipper and slowly pulled it down. His pants opened, and I could see the blue of his shorts, I reached inside the opening and I gasped when my fingers touched his bulge.



"Ahhhh,beta ye kya kar diya tumne dekho kitna kadak ho gaya he?"



I wrapped my hand around the hard shaft and I felt it jump in my fingers, I liked it, this hardness. Now I wanted to see it, this rigid thing in my hand, his penis, his cock.



I carefully separated the material and brought it out into the open, to my eyes. The moaning was louder and deeper, he was breathing faster. The color was deep red, there was a big round bulb on top, and the shaft was long and thick. There were veins, bulging, and the skin was so tight it was almost shiny. I looked up at him and his eyes were open, he was looking at my hand, licking his lips, and taking long deep hard breaths. "tum ne isko kitna kadak kar kiya he ekho kaise khada he; apna hath upar niche karo Beta,dhire aur aaramse."



I tightened my fingers just a little and began moving up and down, the more I did it the harder he got.



Suddenly there was a creamy white fluid coming out of the tip. My hand touched it and it was warm and sticky; I wanted to taste it, would it taste like me, like the wetness from my pussy. I covered my finger with it and when I put it up to my mouth and let my tongue lick it off my fingers he moaned so loud I thought I was doing something wrong and stopped.



"Ohhh, Beta meri jaan , yes, taste karo;batao mujhe kaisi taste he iski apne muh meungli aal ke taste karo."



I licked my finger again, it was salty and thick and it tasted like cream. I leaned forward and I licked the tip with my tongue and he moaned even louder, this time I didn't stop. I knew that sound, it felt sooo good.



I let my tongue swirl around the tip and I sucked the creamy warmness into my mouth. I opened my mouth wider and my lips stretched over the huge bulb and I began to suck it, up and down, around the sides and licked it with my tongue. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and I took him into my throat, as deep as I could. The hard shaft filled my mouth and the more I licked and sucked it up and down the more he liked it. "You have a mouth that will bring nothing but pleasure, slower Beta, suck me nice and slow, yesss, that's it, now, up and down all around my hard cock."



I wrapped one hand around his hard shaft; it was wet and slippery from my own mouth. held it up straight and this allowed me to move my mouth any way I wanted to. I sucked him all over and licked and squeezed. My mouth ached, my jaws were sore but I didn't want to stop, I loved having him in my mouth. "You gonna make this old man cum Beta."



I wanted him to cum; I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth. I began sucking harder and the way my mouth moved the faster he was breathing. I felt him jerk and he got harder. I knew it was time. I sucked his cock as deep as I could into my throat, in and out, over and over, then it started, he yelled out and I felt the first hot stream of fluid hit the back of my tongue and begin to fill my mouth.



The more I swallowed the faster it came out. It was thick and creamy and he was moaning and I was sucking and it was hot and salty, and I wanted more and more and it kept shooting out.



I knew what he was feeling and I knew he couldn't take my mouth around his cock one more second when he pulled me off his rigid stiff shaft and up towards him so he could have my mouth. His lips found mine and his tongue jammed in between them with such passion and momentum I felt my head snap backwards. Those hungry greedy lips sucked on my tongue coated in the milky creamy fluid. It was like nothing I'd ever imagined.



The hard kissing became softer, and he pulled his mouth away and brought my face to his chest not saying anything just trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he told me to stand up on the sofa and put my feet on either side of his lap.



"farheen apni dress utaro and take it off."

I reached for the hem and pulled it up over my hips, shoulders and finally off my body. He wasted no time in pulling my panties down around my knees.

He placed my hands between my legs and told me to open my flower petals for him. I pulled my wet lips apart and with his hands full of my cheeks he pulled me onto his mouth and latching on to my pouting protruding clit he sucked me off into a mind blowing orgasm.

The erotic hot scene of me standing there with his mouth furiously sucking on my pussy was dirty and nasty and I loved it. When he let me go and his head fell back in exhaustion the wetness on his face from my cumming in his dirty old man mouth was almost too much for me to bear. Now I wanted it all, and he would give me what I wanted. "lagta he tum mujhe maar dalogi,par ye mout bhi kya gazab ki mout hogi."

After a very satisfying dinner and scrumptious dessert on the sofa, the day of shopping I think the only thing we both wanted was a restful night of peaceful slumber.

My man and I got ready for bed and he actually climbed in before me. I slipped into the sheets and snuggled close to him. I had a new found confidence and I reached for his now very soft cock. I wanted to feel what it was like in the most normal resting state.

"So, I'm not so hard now, eh?"

I giggled and squeezed him in my hand.

"No, now I have an old man's tired love stick in my hand. Yes, a lovestick, that's what I'll call it, mylovestick, all for me and only me."

He laughed, and hugged me close to him.

"This old man may have more than I can handle?"

"Do you think I'll wear you out, now that I know what I want and how to get it, I may not let you rest?"

"You are not going to use me up, I may be old but I'm strong. beta, there's only one special place I want to have, do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yes, and I want that too, I'm sure, I have no doubts and I won't change the way I feel. I want you, inside me; make love to me like a man loves a woman my jaan."

I felt the stirring begin in my hand, I had made my choice and there would be no turning back, no stopping.

I kissed him, all over his face, softly and with the love that I felt. His cock came to life and I stroked him, listened to his breathing, and knew he was as I was, ready to consummate this union.

He rolled me over onto my back and kissed and licked my neck, I wanted him, and he made love to my body.

My nipples were burning from the intense sucking and biting, the more he tortured me the more I wanted him to. When his mouth touched me, his tongue licked me, as his lips plucked my tender smoldering bud out of its secret hiding place and sucked it deep into his mouth I was crazed and begged him to do it, moaning and whimpering with each pass of his tongue across the swollen tip.

"Now you're ready, now I take you."

He eased back on his knees, he didn't have to open my legs, I was willing and ready, wanting and waiting. I felt the head of his massive hard cock rubbing up and down my wet pussy lips; finally it came to rest, in the blink of an eye he would be inside me.

"Beta farheen my angel, you're ready, one hard push, pain, and then nothing but pleasure."

I grabbed onto his arms, I felt the big bulb, it pushed slowly inside me, I felt like I was being torn apart, I was suddenly scared, his hard cock hit something inside me, he pulled back and with one hard deep thrust his broke me and he was deep, deep inside me.

I felt the tears running down my cheeks, the pain was like a stabbing, it caused me to scream out, and I cried softly. He began moving, I felt him pull slowly out and then in again, the pain was softer, the other feeling the tingle was taking its place. Now when I felt him pull out I wanted to feel him plunge deeper, the steady motion was becoming a feeling I liked, I wanted more. I felt my hips meet him with the next thrust and I found a rhythm, the pace quickened, I felt the tingle grow into a fire in my belly, down inside me. I shifted my body and felt my tender clit rubbing against his cock every time he drove down into me, it felt better than anything I'd ever felt before.

"Yesss, now you feel it, you feel me fucking you Betaa, you love it don't you, tell me, tell me?"

"Yesss fuck me, ohhh harder, fuck me faster and harder. Yes like that, ohhh faster, fuck my pussy deep and hard, make me cum, I want to cum on your hard cock, do it now, do it now."

The pounding was unrelenting and I loved it, the harder and deeper he drove into me the faster I wanted it, my pussy was burning, I could feel the contractions start, the pulsing in my clit and then it hit me,

I felt the first shock and it stopped me, then the next and I thrust my hips up hard to get it all, over and over, the sweetest release of a powerful orgasm. He was like an unforgiving punishment inside me, and I didn't want it to stop. When I felt him stop, and slow down I knew what was coming and I squeezed tightly around his driving cock and fucked that man hard as I felt him spray me with hot streams of cum.

The sweat was dripping down off his face onto my tits and the sounds were deafening. I felt the second orgasm start and he just gave me what I wanted until he couldn't move another minute and fell on top of me gasping for breath. I slowly brought myself down and after a few more minutes he pulled out of me and fell onto his back.

"I will love you Betaa until I take my last breath."

When he had regained his breath he pulled me into his arms and kissed me so sweetly it caused me to cry, not tears of pain or loss, tears of love.

oh my god i dont believe that i have done it i lost my virginty to an oler man 74 years old man but i loved it we are still in be cuddling kissing we are sie by sie facing each other hazrat jee was rubbing his hans all over me on my back ,my boobs my ass chicks giving some sqeeze and kissing passionatly oh my go this man is hard again as we are laying facing each other he left my right left an put it aroun him now he is trying to insert his cock inside me he is rubbing his cock head on my entry i am also wet like hell ohhhhh my go yesssss its goin in ufffffffff yes now he is eep insie me an stroking me while holing me tight and kissing me my breasts are pressed to his cheast...oh my god he is awesome

"yes hazrat jee karo ufffffff zor se zor se "

he is stroking as hard as he can

"beta farheen ...aahhhhhh dekho dekho aa raha he bahar"

"ha hazrat jee nikalo pura mujhe chahiye woh sab nikalo ander"

we both had orgasm together and lost in a long sloppy kiss he was still inside me

"Now, in a few minutes I take you to the bath and I wash your beautiful body. Then I clean the bed for us."

When I got up I saw the blood and wet sheet. I never really believed that losing your virginity made you bleed, I guess I was wrong.

My legs were sore, and my pussy ached, not in a bad way. He bundled me up in a blanket and walked

me into the bathroom. I watched him start the water and the smile never left his sweet face.

When the tub was full he helped me in, and told me to lay back and he would be with me in a few minutes. I laid in the hot water and felt different. I wasn't the same person who came here; I wondered if this feeling was what love feels like.

I was bathed and pampered. The words of love were unending. When he brought me back to a clean fresh bed, all I wanted was to close my eyes and drift into a dream, I did.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Time certainly passes exceedingly faster than our perception of actual days and months. Has it in reality been almost a year since I have recounted a new adventure? These fleeting months have been a time of voluminous changes. first-hand exhilaration. and unexpected associations.

Where shall I begin?

Well, I suspect at the beginning would seemingly be the precise point.

Let me take you into my world with a simple recounting of who I am. My name is farheen. I was introduced to the mystery and pleasure of older men in the tender innocent awakening of my sexual consciousness.

If you have read my stories you're well aware of my journey.My initial immersion into the world of passion and pleasure was by the hands of a loving man of a proportionate difference in age.

To say that he shaped my yearning would perhaps be an understatement of fact. I was fashioned in the image of his longing and my own yet unfamiliar hunger and desire.

My initial experience with an older man was clearly an awakening. The fact that he was some seventy four years my senior could have been just a mere coincidence of circumstance. Looking back, I realize he was my educator. You may wonder how I might accustom his attentions as those of a professor, teacher and tutor? Simply, he was all of these things to me and so very much more.

Much like your own experience in tasting a new delicacy, you are immediately convinced of its deliciousness. You know without hesitation the flavor is one you want to delight in over and over. Conversely, it could be an essence you would certainly be unlikely to cultivate or savor. This was not the case for me, the more I distinguished the attentions and pleasures of an older man the more of them I desired.There is a tenderness in the mind and hands of an older man that escapes the comprehension of younger men.

Perhaps it's experience or gratitude. The man who has lived a long life learns to appreciate and relish a woman.Just a few days ago I received a sweet e-mail from a 76-year-old reader. He told me of his pleasure in reading my tales and how his personal steadfast motto was "the woman always cums first", quite proud of his diligence I have no doubt.I've often been told, unequivocally agree, that imagination is the secret to a satisfying sexual experience.

An older man has had years to cultivate this ability and I suspect has an infinite pool of fantasy to delve into and call to mind at the most applicable moments.In the spirit of the season I offer you a story that will certainly bring a smile to your heart and absolutely peek your desire.

This is hazrat jee's birthay an he wanted me to spend this special day with him in his vacationn house an he has some special surprise for me i asked him what is that but he didnt tell me adn he said that i should give him special gift on that day whatever he wish i should fulfilled i have to do it for him so i agree now i wanted to take permission to stay out for two days so i told my grandparents that i am going to my friends house for two days.

i am going to the place where i lost my virginity and i have special memories an i am excite an looking forward what is going to come my way.

"Can you believe this weather? I should have stayed home but the weather man said it wasn't going to get this bad until later this afternoon. The only job in the world where you can always be wrong and still get paid, what a racket.

Listen farheen, I can't thank you enough for this but seriously, this birthday is going to be my special an happiest birthay ever."

"pleasure is mine hazrat jee andd you know how much i love you and always love to spend time with you and its your birthday special day for me too."

I turned my head for a second and saw a smile on his old weathered face. I knew he was concerned for my well being and that was sweet.

My immediate thought was just how long this was going to last. Once we were in the protection of the garage hazrat jee slowly got out and closed the garage door behind us. He reached in and gathered up his packages and nodded for me to follow him into the house. I tried to help him by taking some of the bags out of his hands but he flatly refused.

"Listen little lady, I'm old and my legs aren't what they used to be, but I can surely get this stuff in the house. You just worry about yourself and let's get inside. The light switch is on the left."

opened the door, felt for the light switch and stepped inside. I was holding the door so hazrat jee could get himself and his groceries inside and was sorry I offended him. He managed to get the whole lot inside and dropped the bags on the kitchen table, sat down and took a few deep breaths trying to gain his strength back. I looked at him and saw a very old man who was not only freezing but obviously exhausted from the entire ordeal. "Well I'm just glad we got here. Can I give you a hand with anything?"

"No, you just sit down and relax while I get this put away and the coffee going."

Looking around the room, yes, the sink was filled to the brim with dishes and there was an obvious need to sweep the floor but it wasn't that bad at all, in fact it was kind of welcoming and as I said very warm and comfortable.

"Listen I'll put a pot of water on and make you some tea, you drink tea right?"

"Yes, that's just fine, I do drink tea. Tell you what, I'll start these dishes and you fix your coffee and sit down and warm up. Maybe you can put the news on and let's see what the weather is doing."

hazrat jee moved pretty slowly. I couldn't help but look at him and see the years.

"farheen, the phone is in the living room if you need to call home and let them know you're okay."

"Oh, that's not necessary, there's no need to call,

I smiled to myself, that's okay, more for me.

hazrat jee stopped moving and turned and looked at me. I was looking down at the dishes but I could feel his eyes. I turned my head slowly and saw him there out of the corner of my eye.

This was a conversation I didn't want to have. Just let me do the dishes, help you clean up hazrat jee had his coffee and was now sitting at the table drinking it.

Clearly he wasn't going to go away quietly.

There was now complete silence. I could feel hazrat jee looking at me. I looked to my left and could just barely see him sitting there. I didn't want to look at him. My hands stayed busy and continued to do the dishes. The quiet was becoming deafening. I didn't know what to say.

Suddenly I heard him walking out of the room and was grateful he did. The situation had become awkward in a matter of seconds and the conversation ended. I just wanted to finish up and go home.

Over the sound of the running water I thought I heard him talking on the phone and hoped he was calling to check the weather, but then thought, why would he be talking to someone about the weather? I was about finished when he came back into the room. I didn't look up and certainly didn't speak. I felt him staring at me, I could sense his eyes wandering over me and taking in what he was looking at. He walked behind me and stood there. His breathing was faster and deeper.

My heart began pounding in my chest when I heard what I thought was a zipper being pulled down.

"Feel that farheen, it's a rock hard old man's cock?"

His hands were on my hips, he was close to me and whispering in my ear. I felt his hips gyrating into me and couldn't ignore the stiffness that was rubbing against me.

"Let me tell you some things about myself. There's nothing I love more than cream pie. I love to feel a nice wet warm pie on my tongue. I like to lap it and lick it. Every cream pie has a nice cherry on top and I like to suck on that hard stiff cherry and swallow down all that sweet cream. You know how I get the pie nice and creamy? I'll tell you. I start up top and pull and twist your nipples."

"Well it seems as though you have a plan. Keep talking."

hazrat jee breathed a deep sigh of relief coupled with excitement I'm sure. What the hell I thought. Right now the prospect of the rest of the afternoon wasn't looking all that appealing. However, the prospect of an afternoon of a little fun suddenly seemed possible.

"When I get them good and hard I like to suck on them and bite them and I can do that for hours. After a good long time, your pie gets nice and creamy and I spend hours lapping and licking, sucking and tongue fucking. You'll cum so many times you might be inclined to beg me to stop, but guess what, I don't stop."

I was shaking and felt lightheaded. He was breathing on my neck and I felt his tongue, warm and wet as he started licking then sucking my skin. I couldn't help it when I leaned back into him.

"You're hot to trot little lady."

I adore hazrat jee. I absolutely love hazrat jee who take control and knows what he wants. hazrat jee He was speaking my language and I wanted him to tell me more. I'm very honest about my desires, why shouldn't I be?

After a very brief silence, I suppose hazrat jee was waiting to see my reaction to his whispering, he again began to speak when he realized I was listening intently to what he had to say."We're going to take our time. I'm sure you like that, slow and steady. I think you should turn off the water."

I reached for the faucet and turned off the water just as I was told.

"That's a good girl."

My body was on fire and his breath was hot on my ear as he continued to speak. Clearly he would take matters into his own hands and I was ready.

"It's time I felt your tits, you want me to feel your tits don't you farheen?"

I didn't speak, I just stood there. He had his answer, I had my nasty dirty old man.

For whatever reason we understood each other completely.

There was no need for conversation that didn't pertain to the current situation that was quickly unfolding. To reinforce his decision to take matters in hand, he moved even closer to me and reached up to turn my head towards his mouth. hazrat jee wanted to make sure I heard every word.

"I've jerked off so many times thinking about these tits and your nipples. I imagined my mouth sucking them in and feeling them get hard and stiff, plump and fully erect while my tongue teased them and my lips held them inside my mouth hard and deep. I thought so many times about how it would feel to get my hands wrapped around them and feel my fingers squeeze them hard. I swear I heard you moan and squeal when you felt me bite them and tweak them until they ached. I used to watch you walking around the market and loved to see you in the freezer section, especially in the summer when you had a nice thin top on."

This was feeling so damn good I just wanted him to shut up and get to it.

"It didn't take long for you to feel the chill and react to it. I'd stand back and watch your nipples swell and reach inside my pocket for a little rub. I had to be careful more than once that I didn't cum right there."

Hazrat jee reached around me and when he grabbed me I couldn't help moaning. His cock was pressed hard against me and he was moving his hips and groin up and down, rubbing himself on me. He squeezed my breasts and caught my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Just as he had imagined he would do he twisted and tweaked, pulled and pinched until my now swollen nipples began to ache, I loved it, wanted more and more.

"That's it farheen beta, you love it don't you? I think I should see these tits. I want you to show them to me. Reach inside your blouse and bra and lift them out over the top of your shirt. I like the way that looks, your tits hanging out of your blouse, all nasty and dirty. You like it too don't you? Sure you do, you like being nasty and filthy, it makes your sweet pie real creamy doesn't it?"

These weren't questions that required answers. hazrat jee was making statements. I'm sure he pictured this exact scenario more than a few times. This old man, he knew what I wanted and he was more than happy to give me exactly what I needed.

"I've seen you with your sweet tits hanging out a million times in my mind. Will you show me beta?"

I reached into the top of my blouse, down into the lacy cups of my bra and lifted my breasts up and out into the cold air. My nipples were tingling and aching just as he promised they would. I heard him gasp and draw in a deep breath when he saw what he wanted.

"Oh my God, just what I thought. Nice sweet pink nipples, and deep pink aureoles. I think I should rub them for a while and get them nice and plump before I tongue them. Look at that, see how they get nice and puffy, I like that. You sure do have nice, sweet. suck me hard nipples and puffy aureoles, Jesus Christ I love that, I can get them in my mouth and feel them stiffen up under my tongue. You like them suckled hard and long don't you farheen?"

I had to look at his hands, see them touching me, it drove me crazy. He was twisting and pulling, the ache was pure pleasure. I watched as my nipples swelled and just as he said, plumped and puckered under his fingertips. The wetness between my legs was beginning to drip from me and I could feel it seep down the inside of my panties. I stood straight up and squeezed my legs together, feeling the pressure, it was exactly what I needed.

"Your pie is nice and creamy isn't it? I've just started, we have a long way to go before I lap that pie, suck that hard sweet cherry. I might even give you a few good cums before I do. I'm going to pull your pants and panties down to your knees and you're going to bend over and feel me slip this old cock into your creamy pie. I just wanna feel that pie around this old cock for a few minutes before we keep going."

"Yes, slid that cock inside my pussy and fuck me slow and easy, make me moan."

I felt him push against the small of my back and ease me forward. As he pulled my pants down he slipped his hand between my legs for a brief second and moaned when he felt the wetness through my saturated panties. He couldn't help himself as he slipped one finger under the lacy band resting against my leg and between my swollen slippery lips.

"farheen, you are wet. I just need a taste of this."

The feeling of his old finger dipping deep into me and soaking up my wetness was excruciating and erotic. Quickly he pulled his hand up and although I couldn't see his finger I couldn't help but hear the sound of his lips sucking up all the wetness he had gathered.

"Fuck me, you are so sweet. I'm gonna pull these pretty red lace panties down to your knees and leave them there. You should see what I see farheen. You look like a dirty nasty slut, the slut you are and like to be. I say the word slut with the deepest respect and admiration.

There's no doubt in my mind that you're a lady of the highest caliber. I've never thought anything else, that's the way you present yourself. I also know that underneath that lady is a slut of the highest caliber and that's what every woman should attain to be. Yes,farheen, you're the epitome of a lady and a slut when you have to be. I have nothing but respect for you and you know that. It's pretty clear that we both know what you like and you know and trust I'll give it to you. I'm the dirty old man you want and you need."

I heard his words and smiled to myself. This old man was exactly what I wanted and needed. I craved a dirty old man to take control and please me. In return he would get everything he fantasized about. There was a building confidence in hazrat jee now knowing I would give it to him. So simple when you know who you are and what you want. I wanted him.

Shocked that I would admit I would give in to him? Don't be, it's a simple fact that I accept. Much like any craving, it calls to you and you become attentive to it. My preference for older men, my choice for a very nasty dirty old man was a simple pleasure that I accepted and thoroughly enjoyed. We were both adults and consenting. I use the term craving in the sense that I know what I like and decided long ago that I should always seek to attain exactly what I enjoyed. hazrat jee knew what he wanted and he was more than willing to show me, tell me.

This old man would please me as much as he already knew I would please him.

"You have nowhere and no one to go to. I wanna fuck you so hard that you'll scream. I'm just gonna dip my stick for a taste of your pie. Now bend over and hold on to the edge of the sink. Spread your legs a little for me so I can get this old cock inside and fuck you nice and slow."

As he was speaking he was pushing me over and with a little nudge from his leg between my own he had me exactly where he wanted.

"Feel that, I'm getting my cock nice and slick so he slides up inside you really good and relaxed. Goddamn it, I don't know if I wanna fuck you or suck on you. Hell I want it all."

I could feel the bulbous swollen head of his cock rubbing up and down the wetness between my legs. Just when I thought he would back away he slipped deep inside me and let the weight of his body rest on my back as he pumped slow and steady.

"ufffffff your pie is wet and real creamy, just the way I love my pussy."

hazrat jee had his hands on my hips and was pumping back and forth, in and out of me. He had a firm rigid cock and I felt him drive deep and then pull almost out and then drive even deeper. One hand stayed on my hip and the other reached up and grabbed a hard nipple between his old wrinkled fingers twisting and pinching.

"Fuck me if you don't have sweet nipples. I wanna get them in my mouth and give them a real hard sucking. I need to feel your cherry, I bet it's hard and stiff?"

With his cock solid and buried, and one hand tweaking my nipple he moved his other hand off my hip and down between my legs. His fingers spread my lips open and felt for the cherry he was looking for. hazrat jee wrapped his fingertips around my erect and pulsing clit and began to pull it and squeeze it.

"farheen ,farheen you have a real nice cherry here. Yeah, I need to get that in my mouth and suck it really good, make you cum on my tongue, and lap it real hard."

I looked up and into the window, it was like a mirror. I saw what could have been a scene from a porn movie. An old man was fucking me and playing with my tits, pummeling my clit with his fingers and it drove me wild.

"I could fuck your pussy like this for hours but I want to get my tongue on it. You want me to lick it real slow and suck on this clit, lap it and tongue it don't you?"

I felt hazrat jee pull out of me and step back away from me. Pushing myself up and back I looked down and saw myself. My breasts were sitting on top of my blouse and bra, nipples swollen and burning. Looking down my pants and panties were around my knees and keeping my legs close together. If this wasn't the picture of a dirty nasty slut, just as he had designed, then I was in a dream and the wetness running down between my legs was a figment of my imagination.

"I'm going to sit down here and I want to watch you walk to me. Put your hands under your tits and shake them for me."

He was the dirty old man I wanted and he knew exactly how to play his part. I turned to face him and he walked to the table and pulled out a chair never taking his eyes off me.

"Now shake your tits for me and walk real slow."

Reaching under my breasts I lifted each one in my hand and began to make them dance for my dirty old man. His eyes were like lasers, fixed and tracking. hazrat jee's tongue was whipping over his lips. I couldn't tell you who was more excited and turned on by this, we were both panting and anticipating what was coming. Feeling his mouth sucking and licking my nipples was what we both wanted.

"You wanna suck on my nipples, is that what you want old man.? You wanna feel them in your mouth and lap them really good and hard. Should I feed them to you and watch you open your mouth, suck them and make them ache?"

Walking slowly towards hazrat jee I was enjoying this. He felt for his cock and began stroking it slowly up and down. I could see drops of creamy white cum oozing from it dropping onto the leg of his pants.

His fingers pulling the foreskin up and over the red wet head slow and steady. When he gripped it tight and held still I knew he was trying not to cum.

"Fuck yes, feed me."

Standing in front of him I rubbed a swollen nipple across his wet lips and pulled it back when he tried to suck it into his waiting mouth.

"You're a dirty old man and you want to do nasty things to me don't you?"

He reached out and pulled me close to him. I watched his mouth open and his hot wet tongue lap at my stiff nipple.

"Suck me, do it nice?"

hazrat jee reached forward and grabbed a handful of each milky globe and leaning into me opened his mouth wider, his lips latched on tight and sucked hard. His teeth grasped a stiff hot nipple and he tongued it wildly. The darting flickering action of his wet tongue was like sparks against the tender tip. Closing his mouth, he began sucking harder and harder.

"That's it, suck hard, I love it hard. Make my nipples ache and throb old man."

With his hot hungry mouth wrapped around my taut nipple and his fingers pulling and tweaking the other I could feel myself on the edge of a hard deep orgasm.

"That's a good boy, you like sucking my nipples don't you? I like it too. You're making me so wet, feels so good. Maybe it's time to lick my cream pie? You wanna lap it and suck it don't you?"

"You gonna rub your cream pie on my face and make me eat it all up like a good boy?"

I felt his hand wiggling to get between my legs and feel the wetness he wanted to taste.

"Show me your hard cherry, let me see it really good. Spread your lips open and let me see it."

Stepping back a few inches I reached down and slowly spread my lips apart. My clit was throbbing and swelled up, plump and full. hazrat jee slid down off the chair in front of me onto his knees.

"I think I should tongue it a little first. You want me to lap it up and tease it really good don't you?"

I looked down and watched his tongue feather the very tip of my rock hard wet clit. He was twirling his tongue fast and hard over the pulsing bud and I was losing the strength to stay on my feet.

"That's it, lick me good. You want to make me cum on your tongue?"

There were no words from his busy hungry mouth. I watched as he sucked my clit into his hot mouth, teasing it and gently biting it for a second. I couldn't help pushing up against his face as hard as I could get letting him suck and lap me to a sweet hard cum.

"Oh yeah, suck me just like that, I love it nice and hard. Use your tongue old man, make me cum."

hazrat jee sucked my cherry hard and deep inside his wet hot mouth. I could feel the pressure of his lips pulling and prodding the hard button he was holding onto. He popped my stiff hard clit over and over in and out of his feverishly fast mouth and had me ready to explode when he dipped the length of his tongue inside me and fucked me hard and deep with it. The sounds of his sucking and fucking were only muted by my own moaning and squealing.

Grabbing his head for the ultimate pressure I pushed my pussy up against his tongue and felt the first sting of an approaching orgasm that would surely rock me off my feet. This old man could suck me like this as long as he wanted to and from the grasp of his hands on my thighs he was going for the finish line with glory.

My pleasure came to a crashing halt when I heard a door open and shut.

"Who the hell is here hazrat jee?"

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

There was someone walking towards the kitchen and there I was with this old man clutching my ass and sucking me hard. hazrat jee heard it to and pulled his hungry mouth back. I had to hold on to his shoulders to get myself on my feet.



"What the hell took you so long?"



I pushed myself away from his mouth and reached down to grab my panties and pants. I was in a fury of movement trying to cover myself up and regain some sense of composure.



"No need for that, this is my buddy azim, another dirty old man who loves pie as much as I do."



hazrat jee pulled my hands away from my body and had a smile on his face that might have suggested he'd just won a multi-million-dollar lottery.



"Look at these tits azim , she loves them sucked hard and long. Nipples as sweet as sugar and this pie azim, it's a cream machine. I was just about to suck it to a really good cum and you walked in."



I stood there and couldn't speak a single word.



"Hell azim, I called you over 45 minutes ago, I thought you'd be here before this. What the hell were you doing?"



"It's raining like hell, the roads are treacherous, I got here as fast as I could without killing myself. I wasn't about to miss this party."

azim was staning there with cake in hands.



I somehow found my voice and with a deep breath I began to speak.



"Just what party might that be?"



"Let me explain." hazrat jee rose to his feet and without missing a beat he began telling me what I already figured out.



"azim and I have been fantasizing about you for as long as we can remember. The first time we saw you at the school we came back and started talking about what we'd do if by some miracle you ever agreed to come by and play house with us. Just pure luck that you came in my life after couple of years we had sex first time here azim saw us getting in the house with em you were here for two ays but azim was not able to come an meet you you know azim uncle na he also used to come with me at your granparents house."

I was listening intently to this explanation. Evidently I was quite the topic of conversation between these two and now they expected to live their fantasy out two fold. I wasn't being attacked by mad men or doing anything against my will. Slowly I reached down and pulled my pants up around me. Leaning forward I managed to get my breasts back where they belonged and once I was completely presentable I took a seat at the table.



"Well, why don't you sit down azim uncle and join the party. hazrat jee you might want to put that away for now?"

azim unce put cake on the table and went to kitchen and brought some candle to lighten up

I motioned to his still fully erect old cock sticking straight up in the air. hazrat jee stood up and made himself presentable, but not without licking me off his lips and smiling devilishly at me.

"Who could have guessed I'd be sitting here with two gentlemen deciding if I wanted them to fuck me?"

"You mean you're considering it?" hazrat jee was astounded I had no doubt.





"farheen my love, we'd never hurt a hair on your head." hazrat jee actually appeared to be somewhat hurt by my words.



"I was sure that you wouldn't. We are consenting adults with personal lives outside this door. I trust that I can count on you both being discreet. I will also want your assurance that you will respect my privacy as I do yours. In other words, what we do stays strictly between us and the confines of this house."



They looked at each other and shook their heads in complete agreement. I'm sure they would have agreed to just about anything I proposed.



"I think we completely understand each and we will agree to play house as you call it and see where it leads."



I figured what the hell, I was here, they were eager, so was I, might as well enjoy the storm and each other.



"azim and I are true gentlemen. Anytime you want to stop all you have to do is say the word.

But I'm gonna be completely up front and honest. We haven't been with a woman for years so we've had plenty of time to fantasize and come up scenario's we'd like to try.

We can promise you this, by the time we're finished you'll know what real pleasure feels like."



I looked at these two old men and could feel the tingling between my legs already building.

"lets cut the cake hazrat zee we dont waste time."

hazrat jee cut the cake and i lifted big piece of cake and was putting it in his mouth but he had something in mind he put that cake in my mouth and then he put his mouth on mine and he licked cream from my lips "this is the right way to eat the cake.beta," again he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply and his tounge wa searching for more cakei love this old man for his impulsiveness. then hazrat jee asked me to give cake to azim uncle i put it in his mouth.

"Let's go into the living room gentlemen.

I got up and walked ahead of them, there was a nice comfortable couch and I sat dow right in the middle of it. azim sat on my left and hazrat jee was on my right.

"I can't believe we're sitting here like this. You realize of course that we intend to try and fulfill every fantasy we've had as well as the things you've thought about. I'm sure you entertained the idea of having two old coots at once at some time?"



azim uncle was simply clarifying the fact that I was willing to fuck them both.



"Gentleman, I'm at your mercy." I smiled and took a deep breath. Without a doubt this was going to be a new and exciting experience for each one of us.



"azim uncle is a real tit man. I think you might enjoy it more than you realize. Go on azim get to it she's willing and waiting."



azim uncle tentatively reached out and let his old arthritic hand roam across my breasts. hazrat jee just sat and watched as his friend felt for my nipples through my blouse. I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes and he leaned forward and kissed me i opened my mouth to enter his tounge in my mouth an i gave goo suck on his sweet creamy tongue i tasted cake on it he was enjoying fondling mytits and kissing me at the same time.

"Nice tits, hard nipples."whispered in my mouth

azim uncle reached under my blouse and I felt his fingers pinching and tweaking until my nipple was good and stiff.

"You like them sucked don't you? I know you do and I'm a good all day sucker kind of man. I like to lick them and tease them slow until you beg me to suck harder and you will."

I was already wet and waiting. azim uncle came in just as I was about to cum so I was already close when he started biting my nipples through my blouse. He pushed my blouse up and pulled my left aching breast up out of my bra. His hands squeezed and felt every inch of me. The moaning was distinct and constant; it was coming me.

"Ummm...I love my nipples sucked and licked, makes my pussy so wet."

I felt his tongue first. azim uncle licked my nipple round and round and slowly closed his mouth and began sucking gently. His teeth grazed the hardness between his lips and I couldn't hold back the groan of pure pleasure.

"Sweet tits, I'm gonna suck your sugar sweet nipples hard and long. Make these nipples ache and throb till you feel it down in your pie. hazrat jee here, he's gonna suck on that cherry while I take care of your tits. Let's get these clothes off so we have no obstacles. Stand up here in front of us."

They helped me to my feet and methodically began taking off my clothes. While hazrat jee pulled down my pants azim unbuttoned my blouse. Standing there in bra and panties, my left breast inches from azim's hot eager mouth, I was burning with hunger for an explosive orgasm and needed them to get down to business.

azim uncle reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, taking down my arms and letting it fall to the floor. His fingers rubbed my nipples while hazrat jee maneuvered his hand between my legs, strumming me up and down.

"This is one wet cream pie here. I need to get it in my mouth and finish what I started before you got here. Suck those tits nice and hard. I'm about to go down here and grab that cherry between my lips and get some cream."

hazrat jee pulled my panties down and left them around my knees. He got down on his knees surprisingly without much effort. I felt his tongue licking me, slurping the wetness that was dripping and then slipping his hot tongue between my swollen lips searching for what he wanted even more. Latching his lips around my hard and plump clit he began sucking and I spread my legs apart as far as I could so he could get it all in that mouth. azim had his hands full of my tits. I looked down and watched his mouth go back and forth sucking and biting.

"Suck harder old man, make my nipples ache and throb."

It didn't' take one more word for azim uncle to do just what I wanted. His tongue lashed furiously over and over. Between his stinging bites and voracious sucking my nipples were throbbing, and I loved it."Lick that cherry, suck it and make me cum on your nasty old tongue."

I rubbed my wet pussy all over hazrat jees face and pushed hard against his mouth as he sucked my clit into his greedy mouth. The feeling of his lips pulling at my clit and then releasing it sent shivers up and down my body. The sounds of their feverish sucking and licking was mesmerizing and all I heard.

azim uncle stood up and shed his clothes showing me a hard stiff cock with a deep purple head shimmering with drops of cum. He sat down and pulled me off hazrat jees mouth.

"I'm gonna fuck you while he sucks on that clit. Pull those panties off hazrat jee."

The old man took my panties down my legs licking my thighs as he pulled them off.

"Now turn around and lower that cream pie on my old cock."

azim grasped my hips and I felt his cock slide inside my throbbing pussy slowly filling me. When he was in deep he pulled me back against him and spread my legs apart with his hands. hazrat jee reached up and put his hands down between my legs pushing my thighs as far apart as he could. He placed my feet over azim uncle's legs giving him exactly what he wanted.

"Pull your lips open tight and show me that cherry."

I did exactly what I was asked. Spreading myself wide open, holding my lips back, tight and high I looked down and saw my clit swelled up and red begging for his lips to suck it.

azim uncle was moving in and out of me slowly and when hazrat jee took my clit in his mouth and started sucking it, I thought I would be able to keep the scream inside but it escaped and the moaning took over. The sensation of his lips jerking me off, sucking my taut engorged clit while azim slowly fucked my wet hot pussy was beyond anything I'd ever felt before.

"You love it don't you? Feel those lips sucking that cherry hard? You need your nipples pulled and pinched don't you? Ride my cock and fuck me while he sucks on you. Yeah you want to cum hard and you will. Look down and watch him suck that sugar cherry and look at my cock fucking your wet pussy. Feel your nipples, they ache really fine don't they?"

I was on fire. Pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain. My clit was pulsing and hazrat jee sucked harder. The fingers pulling my nipples were furiously driving me insane with constant unrelenting pressure. I could feel the hard cock deep inside me driving harder every time I moved closer to the lips that were sucking on me.

"This is the sweetest pie I've ever had and I'm a hungry man. We're gonna give you a powerful deep cum and then we gonna let you rest and recuperate while we get ready for the next round. Now rub your pussy hard on my mouth and get ready to feel the fireworks."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I needed a powerful orgasm and wanted it now. hazrat jee grabbed hold of my thighs and buried his face in my wet pussy sucking frantically and azim pumped me with his hard cock until he felt me tighten around him and knew I was about to cum, no one, absolutely nothing was going to stop it.

"Suck me harder old man, grab that clit and suck it now."

He did just that. hazrat jee's lips tight, sucking excitedly, feeling me jerk in his face and rain sweet creamy cum all over his tongue. I felt the rush in my thighs and in the pit of my stomach as my body took over. Writhing and squirming I felt azim fucking me for all he was worth. Hands holding me tight, fingers twisting my burning nipples, lips clamped down tight on my swollen clit and a hard cock pumping me.

"That's it, suck me hard, fuck me harder."

I was reeling and trying to focus and couldn't. All I knew was that I was in the throes of a powerful orgasm and that's all I cared about. My clit was on fire, my pussy was pulsing and they were taking me over a cliff. I could feel the waves of sensation, the nerves in my body electrified. Over and over the jolts and contractions rocking my body took me to another world until the I fell back against azim and had to pull hazrat jee's mouth off me, breathless and spent.

"Please enough, let me breathe."

hazrat jee pulled me up off azim uncle and turned me around.

"Grab hold of the couch and hold on because I'm gonna fuck you good and hard."

I felt his stiff cock plunge and bury deep inside me as azim uncle reached out and grabbed my tits.

"Suck those tits, suck them hard, she's got one more cum in her for me and I want it now."

hazrat jee slammed into my pussy and I could feel his balls slapping the cheeks of my ass with each and every powerful deep lunge. azim had my tits squeezed tight together and his mouth sucked hard on both nipples, I never wanted him to stop.

"Fuck me and make me cum on that cock old man, fuck me rock-hard and don't stop till you feel me hold you deep and cum hard."

azim uncle reached down and started rubbing my clit round and round in a circular motion, it was more than I could stand and I screamed when I felt my pussy clamp down on the driving cock inside. hazrat jee was ramming and bucking, began moaning and announcing his approaching orgasm with vigor.

"Feel that baby, that's dirty old man cum spurting up in that sweet cream pie. Ohhh yeah, that's it, cum on my nasty cock."

With each plunge I felt my pussy grab his cock harder and harder until I exploded and felt my body go ridged and finally fall forward in sheer exhaustion.

"Holy shit, I came so hard I couldn't fuck her anymore and she was so tight I couldn't get out of this pussy if I wanted to. Goddamn this is prime first class pie here and I think we've got the whole night ahead of us. Those are sweet tits aren't they Azim, you sucked them stiff, look at how you got them swelled up big and hard. Baby you have a sweet, sugar sweet cherry, I could suck that pretty thing all night long. You love it don't you sweet farheen, and we're haven't even gotten started. happy birthday, happy birthday to dear hazrat jee. Hell, we must have been awful good boys because we dropped a sweet cream pie right here for us to fuck and suck till we can't move."

I could hear them talking and laughing and had to smile to myself. There was no way I could have known that a simple offer of a ride could have led to this. My body was still on fire and I wanted more. These two dirty old men had no idea what they were in for and we have two whole days.