Meanwhile, in the other room, Jayanti was restless and curious. She could hear us talk. She wanted to know what we were doing. She was always curious... always mischievous. She waited for some time, and then slowly made her way toward our bedroom. She heard our sounds and curiously, she peeked inside. Doing it yourself is different from watching someone else do it, especially when one of the participants is your own younger sister. She was immediately shocked beyond belief. She thought that for a moment her heart stopped beating.
There I was, riding Devy and pumping in and out of her pussy. The way my muscular body rippled with each movement, made her gasp. Our lovemaking was brazening. She couldn’t take her eyes off our union, where my penis powerfully slid in and out of her sister’s willing pussy! With each thrust, my full testicles slapped against her buttocks. She was also astounded at the size of my penis. Her husband did not measure close to that. She too was sexually excited. But then she felt the shame that she was watching us, and in turn getting aroused too. Abruptly, she stopped watching us and turned to the other room.
I, on the other hand was slamming myself down deep into Devy, as hard as I possibly could. I growled and groaned each time as I rammed my cock into Devy as deep as I could. Devy, in her ecstasy wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me down even deeper into her clutching vagina. Soon, I ejaculated but did not stop pumping. Because of that, my semen started to come out oozing around the shaft of my cock. As I thrust myself into Devy, my semen, mixed with her own love juices came gushing out every time I shot another load into her and pumped. I continued to hump Devy again and again, emptying my seeds deep inside her; and then finally, collapsed on top of her.
Both of us rested for a long while, luxuriating at our marvelous, almost animalistic lovemaking. We were still joined with our genitals. But finally, my excitement subsided, and my penis retreated down her vagina. I got up and walked up to the bathroom to clean myself and returned with some water and a small towel to clean Devyani.
“Your chhunnu looks so cute after you have cum,” she laughed softly, “earlier it looked as if it was angry and dangerous... but now! It looks so happy, bouncing and bobbing around. Not hard and all.”
I only smiled. What should I say?
“I don’t suppose you have done this sort of thing before?”
What was she saying?
“What do you mean?”
“Sex, I mean.” She asked shyly.
I laughed, “I was a married man before, remember? What do you think, hmm?”
“No. I did not mean with Gabi. I mean, to the other women.”
“Never ask a man about his past,” I laughed. “I can assure you of one thing; when I am with you, I am with only you.”
“That is cryptic.”
“Will it bother you had I had more sexual partners?”
“I don’t know. It might.”
“But you too may have done it with people other than me.”
“I know. I guess, it is just the feeling of jealousy that someone else has enjoyed this wonderful experience with you.”
“I too can say the same.” I smiled.
“Do you think it is wonderful with me?”
“Absolutely!” I concurred, and then added, “But honestly, I guess the experience of deflowering a virgin should be interesting!”
“Deflowering! Is that how you men talk? That is so mean!”
“Um-hmm. I am not sure. I don’t talk to other men about my women.”
“Hmm... Deflower! Interesting word. But whatever for?”
I had returned to the bed and was now lying next to her. In response, I teased open her freshly loved vaginal opening.
“It is like a flower, is it not? Tulip flower? But now, it is like a tight rose bud that has been forcibly opened and the petals plucked.”
She blushed, “Well, I suppose that’s a metaphor. But... I don’t feel plucked.”
“Of course not! I made love to you.” I said, waited and then added, “There is something that rhymes with plucked,” I smiled.
“What rhymes with plucked?” Devy asked innocently.
“Oh God! So, now I will have to give you a language lesson too?” I said.
“Was Gabi a virgin?”
I had already decided to be completely honest with Devy about my relationships.
“No.”
“Did that bother you?”
“No. We loved each other. We belonged to each other. I think that was the reason to be happy and not to be bothered. What she did before me, was no matter to me.”
“So,” she started nervously, “did you have any woman before Gabi?”
“Yes.”
“Who?” her voice sank.
“She is kind of my guardian. Will let you meet her if that is okay with you?”
“No. Perhaps not. You are still keeping in touch?”
“Only to know about her general well-being. She does not stay here.”
“Who is she?”
“My maid. The earlier one.”
She lay quiet for some time. I had no way of finding what she was thinking about. So, I tried my time-tested method to placate a woman. Using my fingertip, I lightly traced a circle around her areola. Her nipple responded almost immediately.
“What rhymes with plucked?” she asked, trying to change the topic.
“Fucked!”
“Oh! Chhee!” she said. I waited.
“What do you call your chhunnu?” she asked after some time.
“I don’t call it anything.”
“Okay! But what other names are there for penises?”
“First, it is not ‘pen’ and ‘is’... it is ‘pee’ and ‘nus’. Understood? The other names are dick, cock, phallus, pecker, prick..”
“Prick? Why prick?” she asked.
“I guess, because it pricks you in the cunny.”
“You call that pricking? What you did felt like being shot at! Several times!”
“Hmmm do you feel like being shot at again?”
“No!” she smiled.
“Well, maybe we will wait then.”
“You have to wait till the next time! Didi and I will leave soon.”
“Next time? You mean evening? Or tomorrow?”
“So soon?” Devyani said in mock surprise, even though she was pleased to know that it could be so soon.
“Husbands and wives do it every day and night.”
“They do?” she asked, wide eyed.
“You will see!” I laughed.
“You are a brute! After my last time, I had never even put my fingertip in there before.”
“I figured as much!”
“And there you were... assaulting my little sister with that big brute rod of yours!”
“Your sister? I didn’t even touch your sister!!”
“Not my elder sister… I meant this, you duffer!!” she pointed towards her vagina.
“Ha ha! You say I am big, but your snug little sister is so tight that one can sharpen a pencil in it.”
“Mister, only you are allowed to sharpen your pencil in it!”
“Ha ha! It went easier today. Although, you have been swollen and sore. That is why, we must do it as often as possible. It will start going in without hurting you, and you will love it.”
“Oh goodness,” she said, “goodness gracious me!” she teased and stopped; she thought for a while and then added, “And... I had this most wonderful feeling when you were... you know... pouring in?”
“That is called achieving climax! An orgasm. The ultimate pleasure.” I told her sagely, “Not many women are able to achieve that.”
She cuddled my penis gently with her fingertips. “And this is the reason why!”
“Well, it is not the tool but the man. Not every man does it as well as I do.”
“Perhaps some men have bigger pricks than yours?”
“Yes. I am sure many do!”
“But I think yours is about as big as a woman could stand, without it killing her.”
“Hmm, that is an interesting complement!”
“The way it stretched me initially, I thought I almost died.”
“Hmmm.”
“Then what is the explanation?”
“I think two reasons – first the woman needs to be adequately prepared by the tender, loving action of the man’s mouth and fingertips on all the sensitive parts of her body.”
“You did that very well.” she said.
“And second, the man should not crush his bride. And the last factor...”
“You said there were two factors...”
“... and the third factor is that the man needs to have enough stamina to continue with deep vaginal thrusting for ten to fifteen minutes or more, to give his wife’s excitement enough time to build, and breach the ultimate pleasure.”
“Hmmm... Yes, that was it. You think other men don’t do those things?”
“Most men come home tired after a long day at work. They don’t exercise or eat good, healthy and strong food. Many smoke and drink.”
“Disgusting!” she cried.
“Well, not me! I exercise... A lot. I don’t smoke. I only drink occasionally, and that too not more than 2 standard servings. Many others, either have a few shots of whisky; or they are tired and drunk and they climb heavily on their wives, fumble around and put their dicks in their wives before they are ready, lie heavily on them, ram them a dozen times and spurt and then roll-off only to fall asleep, keeping their wives awake with loud snoring.”
“A dozen times? How many times did you ram me?” she asked.
“Oh, let’s calculate. I must have done you for about fifteen minutes. Once a second for fifteen minutes... that would be nine hundred times.”
“Hell no! That is way too many. I would say once every two seconds. You see, it is like this – thrust and then withdraw, you also paused several times in between… when you were kissing me, or sucking my nipples, or simply resting...” she added thoughtfully.
“Okay! So, then about four hundred times, then.”
“My goodness. That is a lot!” She exclaimed and squeezed my penis. “Your prick got bigger.” she announced. It was swelling bigger.
“You have been touching it. That makes it get bigger.”
“Is there any particular way I should touch it to make it get big faster?” she asked.
“Hmm, yes. Let me show you.” I gave her a lesson in penis handling. It got stiff.
“I am going to time you and see how many thrusts it takes to make me reach my ultimate pleasure.” she said brightly.
She stretched to find the mobile phone and set up the stopwatch application. We did it again. Devyani lost count several times, but she checked the clock afterward and did the arithmetic – it took 462 thrusts for her to reach climax.
“I can’t imagine a bride doing such arithmetic!” I said.
“Well, perhaps that is the result of me being trained to think scientifically by a skilled master.” She beamed.
“Was it good?” I asked.
“It was heaven,” she said. She paused. Then added, “Do you think that means I will have a baby?”
“There is always a reasonable possibility for a woman to get pregnant after she has sex!”
“But... I had my climax before you spurted, not after. Still?”
“Honey! My semen rests nicely inside you. You can very well be pregnant!” I smiled.
“Oh my God!” she panicked.
“Why? What happened? Just imagine, these wonderful breasts of yours full of nice, warm and sweet milk… and your belly swollen with our baby?”
Devy melted.
“You would love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Absolutely!”
