Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

We relaxed a little bit. Gabi was very happy. She started recalling the events from the time we came to the village for our wedding. She told me about her henna experience. Three women applied henna on her body - one on her hands, one on her legs and the other one on her breasts and vagina. She explained to me how surprised they were to see her color; even more so, when they realized she could speak in Hindi. When Gabi told them that she liked their skin color as well, they told her that they had darker vaginas. It is amazing how women can have such intimate conversations with each other. Men, I am sure, can not talk like that. There is an inherent one-up-man-ship. If a man says that his penis is x inches long, the other would claim that his is a bit longer and thicker. But women, I guess, are not as competitive when it comes to the sizes of their private parts.

They also had appreciative things to say for Ma and Kajal. Unknown to me, Ma and Dad had started donating money to village for various activities, especially for the school and the temple, where we got married. I realized that in the last year of my college, I received scholarship, and Dad also had a promotion. The requirements at home were not big anyway, so as soon as Ma and Dad had some money, they started to make good social use of it. Many women commended Ma for that. The village people were poor, and they really appreciated such helps. Dad also helped a few villagers in getting loans for farming, which helped them further. Many women commented that Ma could have at least one more child, as she was still very young and physically able. In the village, women even in their mid to late forties had children. At that, Ma replied that she already had a second child in Gabi. In India, not many mothers-in-law can say that about their daughters-in-law. Gabi told them that she felt the same way for Ma, and that their bond was much stronger because Ma breastfed her.

Ma shyly and pleasantly chided Gabi for disclosing such private details. But women there were not as fussy. While they expressed their surprise that Ma could breastfeed Gabi, they accepted that if their daughters-in-law were like Gabi, they would breastfeed them too. At their encouragement, Ma let Gabi suckle her for some time. The women present there laughed in amazement. One even commented that Gabi was going to marry her brother, because both have breastfed from one mother. Gabi then revealed that she has another mother - Kajal. Kajal was so overcome with emotion when Gabi referred to her as her mother in front of everyone. One of the women teased her asking whether she too had breastfed the bride. To which Gabi replied in affirmative. Ma was not surprised: since Kajal breastfed me regularly, it was but obvious that she did the same for Gabi as well. Gabi told me that on Ma’s request, Kajal fed Gabi her milk, and felt proud doing it.

After they were done, one woman chuckled, “Bahuraani, ab doodh peene ki nahi, pilaane ki umra hai tumhari… (Daughter, you are now old enough to breastfeed, and not be breastfed)”.

Gabi paused at that and asked me, “Honey, I know that you are still young… but what are your views on starting a family… as in having kids?”

“What do you think? It is you who will have to bear a child for nine months, not me. If you are okay, then I am okay. I mean, I have a good job… I have Kajal, who will help us. So, I would say, I am neutral on this topic. So, what do you say?”

“I don’t know honey. Yet. I desire to have a little you grow inside me… but I would also not mind having a few months before we have any kids… I am a bit selfish; you know. I have just started having your love and I would want to continue having it for some time before it is divided…” she smiled.

“Oh, I can never stop loving you.”

“I know that… but imagine, we are engaged in a torrid session, and then suddenly our baby starts to cry, as he has soiled his nappy… ha ha!”

We both laughed.

“As I have said earlier too, it is up to you. Whatever you decide, you have my support!” I reiterated.

I don’t remember when we drifted in deep sleep.

 

[Chetan11]

Nice update. I know not many people are responding to this one, but this one still needs your attention. I am not being critical but you may have hurried in this part, as you could have elaborated more on the encounter among the women. Anyways thanks for the update and continue as and when u have time.

 

[Zeus2021]

Soon after we were dressed. I sat on the bed watching her brush her hair. She looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"What?" she smiled, and asked softly.

"Rachna?"

"Yes?"

"Will we do this again?"

Her brush slowed, and stopped, and a heavy darkness seemed to fall on her. After a moment she said, "Oh, Amar."

"I was just asking." I said, kissing her nipple.

"We may do it again later." she said, "But don’t tell anyone else, other than Ma and Dad. Okay? Because... well..."

She paused. She searched for words.

"Well, people would say that this is nasty and then we would be in trouble. Possibly even Ma and Dad too."

I asked, "Why do they think it’s nasty?"

"They just do. Lots of people don’t like doing this."

"I do."

"You do? Really?"

"Yes. I liked doing it with you."

She grinned, "Glad to know."



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I did not tell anyone. But Rachna did. She told Ma. The very same day, while I was doing something else. What Ma did next was amazing. He hugged her and kissed her and told her that she would love to have her as her bahu (daughter in law) if she wanted to take me as her husband sometime in future. Rachna said that it was not a bad idea, especially because she loved Ma so much and was sure that she would be very happy in this home. That day Ma decided to pay a visit to Rachna’s home.

There she spoke with Rachna’s mother about the possibility of our marriage. I do not know what all they discussed, but Rachna’s mother told Ma that it was not possible because they were Brahmins, and therefore higher in caste. Moreover, they would want to marry their only daughter within the same caste. Rachna’s mother assured Ma that she liked everything about us – we were a positive influence over Rachna. She was studying well, she was learning household work well, and she was better behaved since she came in our contact. She also told Ma that she liked me as a possible husband for Rachna. But first I should make something of a career for me.

Needless to say that suddenly, Rachna’s visits to our home reduced to almost never. We only met each other in college. She told me that her mother believed that we would sweet talk her in to doing our bidding, and she did not want that to happen. Still, all was good, but soon we started our graduate education. And just like that our fledgling relationship finished. Rachna went to an engineering college in the same state, whereas I went to one of the best engineering college in India to pursue my education. But that was not the end of our story.

Rachna would later return in my life.

Story to acchi hai... More than that sexual masala, your story has the flavor of realistic love and innocence... I liked it...

 

[avsji]

Story to acchi hai... More than that sexual masala, your story has the flavor of realistic love and innocence... I liked it...

Thank you... but unfortunately no one reads it.
That is the reason why I am not motivated to update it often..
People here are only interested in incest.

 

[Lord Mutthal]

A few days later, Dad took us to a movie. Movie evenings used to be amazing. We would often walk, shop, and eat out etc. post the movie. As with Ma, I loved Dad too. He was not strict or anything, so I thought he was cool. He used to help me with my studies, and till not too long ago, he used to play with me. Anyway, the next day after movie day was a Sunday so we spent all the next day doing all kinds of fun things. By nightfall, I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I had my dinner. I was woken up later in the night by the noises from my parents' room. I got up and walked to their bedroom door and I heard them both sigh.


"Honey, that was wonderful. It was like when we were young." That was my father.


"We are still young, mister!"


"Ha ha – yes, what I meant was that I forgot how great it used to be having sex with all that energy!"


My parents were ‘making love’! I sat on my knees and tried to hear. They were not talking loudly, so I could only hear mumbling and a rhythmic squeaking of the bed.


"Suno ji, aapko aur bachche chahiye kya? (Do you want more children, Dear?)"


"Where did that come from?"


"No, I am just asking. If you want any more children, let us have them now, rather than later."


"No honey! I am very happy with you two. Expenses are growing. Soon Amar will start his higher education, and that requires a lot of money. I don’t earn enough to afford another child. I think I should rather raise one child very well, rather than many and not well."


They did not say anything for a few minutes… all I could hear was a rhythmic squeaking of the bed.


"I am surprised how much he has grown. He is developing fast. Should he still be running around naked… and nursing from you? I mean he is bound to be looking at other girls' breasts by now." said Dad; not sounding angry or worried. He was simply concerned.


"Yes, you are right. I mean, he must start taking interest in girls soon. I like Rachna. She is so beautiful and good girl. I think he likes her too."


"Yes, she is a nice girl… and by breastfeeding her, you made her your daughter."


"Oho! So, are you my son, now?"


"Yes mommy!" Dad teased her.


What! Dad sucks Ma’s breasts?!


Ma giggled, "Honestly, I kind of liked it. They suck very differently from how you do it. The first time she requested for it… but now she demands it… as if she really is my own daughter… ha ha."


"Honey, I am telling you to stop breastfeeding Amar, and here you are talking about adding one more child in that list!" father complained pleasingly.


"Yes… no… no… You are right. I should wean them off…”


Some more squeaking sound, “But I am not worried about the nudity thing. I am just worried about them being safe."


"Is he… and Rachna, happy being naked?"


"Yes, I think so. He and Rachna both like to be naked in each other’s company."


"Interesting!"


"Did I tell you that Amar suckles her breasts too?"


"What! That naughty devil! Ha ha ha… But I am kind of relieved hearing this. He should focus on other girls of his own age… and not on his mother."


I heard some more creaking and squeaking.


"Do you think I should talk to Sharma?" Dad was referring to Rachna’s father.


"No, I don’t think so. I am not sure how they will react to it. I get a feeling that they are very conservative people and might not understand this at all. I like… no, I love that child and would not want anyone to hurt her."


Then they were quiet for some time, only the squeaking of bed continued for some time.


Then Ma said, "I feel kind of sad thinking that the children won’t suckle my breasts for longer time."


"Why? It is only natural. I don’t know anyone of his age who still suckles his mother."


"You did that till you were sixteen, mister!" my mother teased.


"Yes… and soon after, I got you. I think he will do fine… I mean if he can suckle that girl?"


"Stop saying her ‘that girl’… call her by her name or simply beti… bitiya... bahu…" Ma protested pleasingly.


Some more squeaking and creaking sound followed before Dad let a long, satisfied "aaahhhh" sound. After that everything was quiet. Waiting for some more time, I was about to leave when I heard Ma,


"But I think you should really talk to him (she chuckled). I can teach him many things, but you must contribute to his knowledge in that department. He knows very little. I wonder if he has started to masturbate."


They giggled together.


"So, my boy is becoming a man. It is hard to believe."

Avery reserved ,genarosity-oriented beautiful conversion of wife n husband,with Om n prem.om

 

[avsji]

Avery reserved ,genarosity-oriented beautiful conversion of wife n husband,with Om n prem.om

Thank you for your comment. Hope you are reading this, and my other stories.
Thanks again!

 

[Chetan11]

Thank you for your comment. Hope you are reading this, and my other stories.
Thanks again!

Any chance of an update here?

 

[avsji]

Any chance of an update here?

Yup. Writing somethings. You can understand why I am not very enthused about giving fast updates.

 

[avsji]

We got up with the morning sun shining in our eyes. Gabi got up first, looked at the watch and immediately started fussing,

"Oh my God! It is eight o’clock!! I must go and see if Ma needs any help."

She had just started to slide out of the bed when I held her hand and pulled her back onto the bed.

"Wait a moment, Madame," I said, in my morning groggy and formal voice. "This household does not require a newly-wedded bride doing household chores."

"Oh, really?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes. "What does this household require then?"

"The requirement is that the new bride remains naked all the time." I said, pulling her in sleeping posture, on the bed, " In return, the household will insure her peaceful rest throughout her stay with us."

“Naked? All the time? Even in front of Ma and Dad?”

“If Madame so pleases.”

I stroked her clitoris and inserted my finger inside her pussy. I could feel and see her pussy-lips were swollen and red despite the henna decoration. It was as if the henna color seeped over the lips.

She let out a gasp and asked primly, "Are you, dear sir, the manager of the household?"

"Yes Madame." I stroked.

"Do the services of the manager involve him fingering the new brides?"

"Yes, Madame. Very much so. In fact, it is his key result area! The manager is an expert in plugging the holes department."

"Oh my," she whispered. "I am shocked… and pleased."

I whispered seductively, "All Madame needs to do now is to lie down and leave herself in the manager’s expert care."

"And then what happens?" she whispered back.

"Manager… manages."

"I can’t wait."

She lay flat on her back, stretching to get comfortable. Her hands were behind her head, her slim body stretched out in the sunlight. She spread her thighs slightly, just enough to show me that she had begun to moisten and open. I hovered over her, surprised at how, more and more, I should be so deeply affected by the sight of her. Then I settled on my elbows close to her.

She started to put one arm around me, but I whispered, "No. Don’t move."

She lay silently and waited. I began to kiss her softly, slowly, and wetly, starting with her nose, her face, her neck.

"You don’t have to do anything," I whispered.

It took me about fifteen minutes to move my lips from her neck to her toes and up her thighs again. By then she was trembling and sighing. Whenever she tried to help, I would tell her to lie still.

One time she asked me, "Don’t you want me to do anything for you?"

I answered simply, "You are already doing all I need."

From that point on she gave herself to my mouth and hands. Finally, I lay between her thighs, my mouth nipping at the sensitive skin along the tendons and muscles there. She gave a series of small gasps as she felt my lips licking toward her vagina. Watching her from down there, I shortened each lick as I moved upward, closer. I have no idea how these techniques ever got into my head. I learned from her responses and improvised. I could see the tension in her tightened fists as I neared her center. I knew that when she held her breath, she would be completely ready for the touch of my mouth directly on her. Soon it happened. She lay tense and holding her breathing, her thighs and tummy stiffened expectantly. I removed my lips from her completely for only a second or two, and then lowered my tongue to nestle directly and lightly on her clitoris.

She exhaled and whimpered, and her hips swiveled in response. I removed my lips again for another brief pause, then curled my mouth into her slit, took her clitoris in my lips, and gently sucked. She whimpered helplessly and started cumming immediately. This was sooner than I had planned, but I was not going to interrupt. Still sucking, I arched my tongue rhythmically and slowly along her nub. She stiffened, and her hips rose slightly off the bed. Her head rolled languidly to one side. She let out a strange sound that I can describe only as the sound of a beautiful young woman cumming deep and hard and I could feel her tummy and taut thighs quiver around me through most of it.

Soon her hips fell back to the bed and she let out a long, breathy "Oh! God!"

I continued my gentle suck, waiting for the subtle sensations that told me her hot clitoris had stopped swelling, and soon her thighs jerked once, and I knew she was returning to earth. As she regained her breath and I licked her vaginal petals lightly, smelling the remains of my semen on her, nipping at her thighs again, and rose to lie fully on top of her. For a moment I kissed her neck and her nipples. Then, rising on my elbows, I aimed my cock and slowly and fully entered her.

"Oh honey," she gushed, though she still could hardly breathe, "God... that feels so good!"

I did not move. I could feel her clasp me inside, once for several seconds, then two or three contractions around my length that waned in strength. I rose on my elbows; I looked down at where we were so deliciously joined; and started, with a deliberate and unchanging rhythm, to fuck her until she came again. I said nothing until she gave a final quiver and went entirely rigid, and as she lay suspended and frozen in pleasure, I moved my lips near her face and breathed, "Cum... cum honey..." again and again, wavering only when I felt that sweet tickle in my cock sliding inside her that I could not resist, told me with a startling jolt of pleasure that the life-seeds from me now squirting into her. By the time she relaxed we were both overcome. Neither of us could move. Eyes closed; she lay stroking the back of my neck. Finally, she whispered.

"You are such a wonderful lover!"

To which I could only mutter into her bosom, "Manager is pleased to hear that, Madame!"

With her cheek resting on my head, I felt her face form a wide smile. Without seeing her, I could envision her teeth gleaming in the light.

"Naughty boy!" she purred, sounding sinfully pleased, "...it was all worth it!"

I looked at her in quizzing manner.

"The wait!" she said, sounding as if we were discussing about that a few moments ago, "You have loved me three times already, and it is not even one day since we married... and let me tell you, these were the best ones of my life! I always knew that you would do me good and nice. I just can’t wait for more, honey! Amazing…!"

 

[avsji]

"Well, good morning sleepyheads. Did you children behave last night?"

We heard as we emerged from our room. That was Ma, at her mischievous best! She was giving us knowing smile. Not much surprise anyway - the amount of shouting and moaning that Gabi and I did, by now the whole village must know what we did. We were dressed very casually before emerging out of our room. Gabi was wearing a pair of thermal leggings, and a sweatshirt, and I was wearing a thermal lower and sweatshirt. Dad was pretending to read a book.

"Ma!" I protested, "Do we look like children? From which angle? And, for your information… we were trying to make children!"

At this Gabi elbowed me.

"Yes! We heard that, alright." Ma played on, "We heard how you kept on ravaging your new bride well past midnight."

"Let me tell you,” she continued, “we… your Dad and I, don’t mind the idea of being grand-parents to a couple of cute kids! So, TRY to make a few children as soon as possible."

Her comments brought much laughter in me and much embarrassment in Gabi. Gabi went to her to help her - there was not much left to do at this hour - not that Ma would have made her to do anything.

"Ma, he did not let me come out." she complained to Ma in a low, shy voice.

"If you really had come out of that room in the early morning, I would have slapped your ass red, and told you to go right back into the room to him."

I burst out in a peel of laughter. I was surprised that Ma could talk like that - but I guess, marriage changes a lot of things. I was not her little boy anymore, so she was treating me as such. Ma smiled at embarrassed Gabi and kissed her on her forehead, and then she hugged her.

"This is the best time of your married life, my child. Spend it together as much as possible."

During this entire conversation, Dad simply kept on smiling silently. When Gabi went to touch his feet, he gave her tons of blessings and kissed her on the forehead. At that moment, Gabi finally could no longer hold it and started to cry uncontrollably. No one could understand the reason for that sudden emotional outburst, but then we realized. Gabi never experienced so much family love before in her life. There was no need to console her, so Ma simply held her in a loving embrace and kept caressing her hair. When everyone was finally settled, Ma asked us to be ready for food.

We had a small table (in villages, people eat sitting on the floor, which seems better as far as posture goes - but it was not comfortable for me; so we had this makeshift arrangement) in the farm house (that table was about two-thirds of a standard dining table). Ma had arranged the breakfast there. Dad had already eaten and went out to see some of his old friends.

“Ma, where is Kajal.” I asked while eating.

“She is sleeping. The poor woman was so tired that I had to force her to sleep.”

“And Sunil and Latika?”

“Latika is sleeping with Kajal. Sunil has already eaten his breakfast, and is out somewhere playing.”

After some time, Ma asked Gabi, "Did he notice it?"

Gabi reddened, and surreptitiously shook her head to indicate ‘no’. What did I not notice?

Ma exulted, "I knew it! I told you, didn’t I? Men can’t see past... certain things! Ha ha!"

Gabi could manage a shy smile and looked at me. It suddenly occurred to me what these two women were talking about. When the henna artists decorate the bride, they usually write the groom’s name on her hands. I immediately grabbed Gabi’s hands and examined them for my name. I really could not find any. By this time both the women started laughing. Then I thought about what mother had said with a pause – ‘certain things’. God! It had to be there on her vaginal patterns!

"Gabi… get up for a moment please."

"What?"

"Hey! Let her eat her breakfast." Ma protested.

"Please get up, just for once."

She got up, unsure. She was right in suspecting me. Because the moment she got up, I immediately slipped her leggings down her buttocks. I knew she was not wearing anything under her leggings and sweatshirt. She was standing there, butt-naked, unsure, and looking at sheer disbelief at me and mother.

"Honey!" Gabi hissed, complaining, clearly embarrassed, "What are you doing?"

"Just wait! Let me see."

Ma started to laugh. I turned her so that her vagina faced me, and I started to examine. Ma was hysterical. I spread her lips slightly to be able to see - although that was not even needed; and then I found it. It was right there, among those intricate henna patterns. Yes. My name was written on Gabi’s vagina.

"Leave her alone, you shameless man!" Ma said laughing. So, I did not care. I smiled seeing my name; I smiled at Gabi. I looked up. My smile was infectious. Gabi smiled too. Ma smiled too. I looked in my Ma’s direction and asked her,

"Ye kitni sundar hai... Hai na, Ma? (She is so beautiful. Isn’t she, Ma?)"

My mother responded, "Bahut pyaari hai! (She is very beautiful/sweet)" she smiled, "Khush rakhna isko (Keep her happy)!"

Yeah! I will. I decided in my heart.

I leaned in and kissed her vagina and its lips a few times, and even gave it a lick, and then let go of her. Gabi was much embarrassed at such a blatant and public display of intimate affection or even lust, but she kind of enjoyed it too.

“You stripped her naked, but you still are wearing clothes. This is so unfair, isn’t it Gabi?”

“It is totally unfair, Ma. He is naughty… and bosses me around despite being younger than me. He must be the one who must be naked all the time… not me.”

“That’s correct. C’mon mister. Down with your pants.”

I was comfortable enough to do that, and I slid my lower, revealing an already straining penis.

“Nossa Senhora! And he is ready again!” Gabi rolled her eyes in a mock exasperation.

Ma laughed, “Honey you are in for a treat to have a husband who is so quickly ready.”

“Ma, I surely am lucky… and I must thank you for that!”