Romance My experience with love [Completed]
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Dear avsji one more marathon reading session by me.
Please keep updating this story. In XOSSIP, I had read it till Gabi's arrival in India.
Yes, that is when I broke the story and deleted it because of cold response.
Even this one is receiving cold response, but then, I think I don't care about it as much
Good to know that you liked it so far!
Have a great day ahead!!Yes, that is when I broke the story and deleted it because of cold response.
Even this one is receiving cold response, but then, I think I don't care about it as much
Good to know that you liked it so far!
Please keep updating this thread for story lovers like me. I'm not interested in usual INCEST and the typical HARDCORE sex scenes. I'm more interested in the romance, the subtle flow of love, the oozing of emotions and the great art of story telling by you and dear Rockstar_Rocky
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Sure Ashu bhai. As I said, I do not care about whether anyone reads this or not.
This story will progress... but I am not getting time to write (I have written some portion, but it needs to be edited).
Will post soon.
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Next week, Devy visited me once again. We did not have a lot of time so we simply had a quickie rather than having a long, relaxed sex. As Friday approached, I expected her to come home and perhaps even stay for the night. When the doorbell rang, I ran to open the door in excited anticipation! But I was disappointed and even surprised to see Jayanti Di instead. She was accompanied by her two sons. She looked so pretty in her luxurious dress.
“Didi? Hii!”
“Aww, disappointed to see me?”
She teased. I was disappointed. But I denied.
“Hey! No. Why do you say that? Please come in! Hello young man!” I stretched out my hand to shake her elder son’s hand.
When all of us settled in, I said,
“Didi, you didn’t have to get dressed up!” I told her.
“I have to look good for my little boy. I can not look like an old hag! Can I?” she grinned and winked at me.
I noticed that if she wished, she could look strikingly beautiful. Having two kids had taken some toll on her, but she looked beautiful. She had lush hair, and endearing eyes. Her dress was a long black one, kind of mis-fitting. Her gold mangalsutra hung over her big, supple breasts. Yes, she was a little chubby, but she looked nice and beautiful, nonetheless.
I was however, mentally prepared to welcome Devy. So, in that anticipation, my body was ready... for her, and making sudden switch was not easy. I was sporting a nice boner, which she simply ignored.
“I am here to talk to you about a very important thing.” she said seriously, so I listened attentively.
“You need to come home and meet Daddy. You must do it as soon as possible, as Pinky is not getting any younger. And second, since you both are actively having sex with each other, it is important that you get married soon. Do you agree?”
I nodded.
“Good. Then let me tell you some about Daddy.”
She started to tell me how traditionalist their father is. Their mother was no more, so really it was mostly up to him. She was worried that my history might be an issue in our match. I was not of their same cast, so that could pose a problem. Also, the fact that I was younger did not help. But hopefully, things will sort out, as Daddy himself was not able to find any suitable match for Devyani, whereas I was by far the best suited! If he liked me, then he would like me with all his heart. It would help if the conversation could be quickly followed by an in-person meeting with my parents. She kept on telling me more and more… adding details from her own life. We got lost in conversation. It felt nice to talk to her, as Devy was slightly guarded about her background. Talking with Jayanti about these things was easy, and comfortable.
Invariably, the topic of our sex lives popped. She told me that she was happy to see Devy actively enjoying sex. According to her, at Devy’s age, she should already have had a baby. Although I was much younger to her, she felt that I was ‘the right one’ for her as I loved her - that was the most important thing, and also because I satisfied her sexually. She also commended me of the wild sex that she saw us having that day and hoped that that is how we did our business usually. She told me that Devyani did not use any protection and that she knew I always came inside her. So, she cautioned me, it was only a matter of time that Devy got pregnant. She also shared a few stories from her own sex life, joking a few times.
I felt as if she was not as satisfied as Devy. I wanted to ask her but could not muster enough courage. Jayanti was eleven years older than me after all.
“What happened? You look tense.”
“I am fine.” I lied. I was really nervous.
“Hmm..” at that tense moment, suddenly her infant started to cry.
“Oh! He is hungry. Honey, can you unzip my dress? In my zeal to meet you, I forgot that I was carrying two children and forgot what I was wearing!”
I knew it was not true. She knew very well why she was visiting me, and that that I would be there alone with her, and that we would talk about sex, and also that at some point of our conversation, her baby would be hungry. That she asked me to unzip her dress was not by coincidence, it was by design.
I became even more nervous but could not say no to her request. She pulled her dress down revealing her milk laden, black bra covered breasts. She pulled her bra up - I sighed heavily. Frustration filled me. Blood filled my penis. Jayanti reclined comfortably on the sofa and started to nurse the baby. I looked. I saw both her breasts naked and bit my tongue to keep from gasping again. To see her breasts so full of the milk caused me to stare. Our eyes briefly met as she held, cuddled, and nursed the baby before slipping one thick turgid dripping nipple between the lips of her elder son. Barely a moment passed before he too was sucking and drinking the milk his mother was giving.
“You are staring at me.” she said, with no complaint in her voice. Her eyes show a mischievous delight.
“Do you want me to go, Di?” I offered as got up and took a few steps towards the door. Jayanti quickly shook her head in a ‘no’. I noticed that her teat slipped off the lips of her elder son. My eyes immediately lurched downward to the drop of milk that suddenly appeared at the end of her suddenly freed nipple. I licked my lips.
“He is very naughty,” she explained, noticing very well my reaction, “he still breastfeeds.” she added.
“It is okay, I think. I also was breastfed till I was fifteen or so. Ma had a tough time weaning me off.”
“No kidding? And in your twenties too!” she teased me.
“Devyani too!” I countered, smiling.
She sighed as her infant sucked on. I looked there. When I moved my eyes upward, I caught hers. I noticed a satisfaction that glowed from them. The baby had let go of her nipple - he had had his fill. The older boy continued.
“Yes, her too.” she finally commented. “She is a darling. You DO love her.” That was just a comment.
“Absolutely.”
“Continue loving her. It is lucky for a person to find love.” she said with sadness in her voice, “She was in a couple of relationships before; one guy was a total jerk. He was interested in only one thing. No. he was interested in her money also.”
I understood what she meant by that but waited a bit before making my question.
“Didi? Hii!”
“Aww, disappointed to see me?”
She teased. I was disappointed. But I denied.
“Hey! No. Why do you say that? Please come in! Hello young man!” I stretched out my hand to shake her elder son’s hand.
When all of us settled in, I said,
“Didi, you didn’t have to get dressed up!” I told her.
“I have to look good for my little boy. I can not look like an old hag! Can I?” she grinned and winked at me.
I noticed that if she wished, she could look strikingly beautiful. Having two kids had taken some toll on her, but she looked beautiful. She had lush hair, and endearing eyes. Her dress was a long black one, kind of mis-fitting. Her gold mangalsutra hung over her big, supple breasts. Yes, she was a little chubby, but she looked nice and beautiful, nonetheless.
I was however, mentally prepared to welcome Devy. So, in that anticipation, my body was ready... for her, and making sudden switch was not easy. I was sporting a nice boner, which she simply ignored.
“I am here to talk to you about a very important thing.” she said seriously, so I listened attentively.
“You need to come home and meet Daddy. You must do it as soon as possible, as Pinky is not getting any younger. And second, since you both are actively having sex with each other, it is important that you get married soon. Do you agree?”
I nodded.
“Good. Then let me tell you some about Daddy.”
She started to tell me how traditionalist their father is. Their mother was no more, so really it was mostly up to him. She was worried that my history might be an issue in our match. I was not of their same cast, so that could pose a problem. Also, the fact that I was younger did not help. But hopefully, things will sort out, as Daddy himself was not able to find any suitable match for Devyani, whereas I was by far the best suited! If he liked me, then he would like me with all his heart. It would help if the conversation could be quickly followed by an in-person meeting with my parents. She kept on telling me more and more… adding details from her own life. We got lost in conversation. It felt nice to talk to her, as Devy was slightly guarded about her background. Talking with Jayanti about these things was easy, and comfortable.
Invariably, the topic of our sex lives popped. She told me that she was happy to see Devy actively enjoying sex. According to her, at Devy’s age, she should already have had a baby. Although I was much younger to her, she felt that I was ‘the right one’ for her as I loved her - that was the most important thing, and also because I satisfied her sexually. She also commended me of the wild sex that she saw us having that day and hoped that that is how we did our business usually. She told me that Devyani did not use any protection and that she knew I always came inside her. So, she cautioned me, it was only a matter of time that Devy got pregnant. She also shared a few stories from her own sex life, joking a few times.
I felt as if she was not as satisfied as Devy. I wanted to ask her but could not muster enough courage. Jayanti was eleven years older than me after all.
“What happened? You look tense.”
“I am fine.” I lied. I was really nervous.
“Hmm..” at that tense moment, suddenly her infant started to cry.
“Oh! He is hungry. Honey, can you unzip my dress? In my zeal to meet you, I forgot that I was carrying two children and forgot what I was wearing!”
I knew it was not true. She knew very well why she was visiting me, and that that I would be there alone with her, and that we would talk about sex, and also that at some point of our conversation, her baby would be hungry. That she asked me to unzip her dress was not by coincidence, it was by design.
I became even more nervous but could not say no to her request. She pulled her dress down revealing her milk laden, black bra covered breasts. She pulled her bra up - I sighed heavily. Frustration filled me. Blood filled my penis. Jayanti reclined comfortably on the sofa and started to nurse the baby. I looked. I saw both her breasts naked and bit my tongue to keep from gasping again. To see her breasts so full of the milk caused me to stare. Our eyes briefly met as she held, cuddled, and nursed the baby before slipping one thick turgid dripping nipple between the lips of her elder son. Barely a moment passed before he too was sucking and drinking the milk his mother was giving.
“You are staring at me.” she said, with no complaint in her voice. Her eyes show a mischievous delight.
“Do you want me to go, Di?” I offered as got up and took a few steps towards the door. Jayanti quickly shook her head in a ‘no’. I noticed that her teat slipped off the lips of her elder son. My eyes immediately lurched downward to the drop of milk that suddenly appeared at the end of her suddenly freed nipple. I licked my lips.
“He is very naughty,” she explained, noticing very well my reaction, “he still breastfeeds.” she added.
“It is okay, I think. I also was breastfed till I was fifteen or so. Ma had a tough time weaning me off.”
“No kidding? And in your twenties too!” she teased me.
“Devyani too!” I countered, smiling.
She sighed as her infant sucked on. I looked there. When I moved my eyes upward, I caught hers. I noticed a satisfaction that glowed from them. The baby had let go of her nipple - he had had his fill. The older boy continued.
“Yes, her too.” she finally commented. “She is a darling. You DO love her.” That was just a comment.
“Absolutely.”
“Continue loving her. It is lucky for a person to find love.” she said with sadness in her voice, “She was in a couple of relationships before; one guy was a total jerk. He was interested in only one thing. No. he was interested in her money also.”
I understood what she meant by that but waited a bit before making my question.
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“How do you know that I am not interested in that one thing?”
“You are getting sex from her already, aren’t you? No… you are not looking for sex. Neither money. You earn more than she does. You are interested in love. That you can have good sex with her, is a big cherry on top! No. You are interested in love…. why I think so? Well, for one, you have been a married man; I may be prejudiced, but I think you too are looking for love and not a fling. Second, I am sitting practically naked in front of you, but you have till now done nothing. What could explain that? Well, one possibility is that you are afraid. Possible? Yes. But no… I don’t think so. Another is that you might respect me… and that can only happen if you love Pinky.”
I did not say anything. I loved Devy. There was no point discussing that.
“Do you want to lay down with your head in my lap?” she whispered.
“There is a real risk, Didi.”
“I know, and I would love to take that risk.” she said evenly, but softly.
I accepted her offer, adjusted myself on the couch, and lowered my head into her lap, resting on her lap. I closed my eyes and tried to resist the temptation to breastfeed from her. I relaxed a bit with this effort and forgot about the erection that pushed my pants. Jayanti Did not say a word. I calmed down. Her gentle touch, her soft hand brushing my forehead with the care like a mother would display. She finally rested her palm on my forehead. I opened my eyes. She was naked waist up. She slid her dress off her shoulders.
“I have enough left…” she whispered, suggesting the obvious to me.
"For me?"
I was amazed and delightfully in shock. I wanted to say something, but she placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me.
“Relax honey. You have already tasted me. I have thought about it after our time together yesterday and I thought I would love to breastfeed you. Regularly. Even after you have married Pinky. So, you see, you now have two pairs to take your nourishment from!” she soothed me, smiling at me.
“Well… that is comforting!” I teased and immediately regretted. She was doing me a favor, everything said and done.
“Are you sure?” I asked, concerned and hopeful.
“Sure? About breastfeeding you? Absolutely! You see, there is always so much left. This baby takes in only so much, and the older one, is, I think getting bored of it. But I continue to make so much milk. So, looks like that only adults can help me. My husband is of no use in that department, as he finds it so repulsive. Father will beat my ass red if I ask him to breastfeed from me. So, you see only Pinky, and now you can help me.”
She lifted my head up. I did not think any longer; all I wanted then was her breasts, her nipples, and her milk. I did not hesitate. I sucked in her nipple and areola; she pushed my head up to help me with the process. I sucked and her swollen nipple immediately let up - milk trickled from the tiny ducts. I suckled, resisting the temptation of biting, drawing warm milk into my mouth. I must say that her milk tasted very good - it was thin, sweet, and had the aroma of her body lotion that enhanced the flavor. She brushed my cheek tenderly with the backs of her fingers, while I drank. I became greedy and wanted more. She had entrusted me with the job of emptying her breasts. Again and again I suckled, filling my mouth and swallowing.
I felt her hand leaving my cheek and caressing my stomach while I drank. It crept down - slowly but surely, her fingers gently forcing their way inside my pants, finding on my very erect penis. I did not resist and let her have her own share of fun. I continued to suckle her boobs while she caressed my engorged penis.
When the breast was drained, I did not miss a beat and I switched to the other one and began to suck. It must have not been more than a few minutes, but still, it felt like an hour-long affair! Both her breasts were empty. And still I could not keep from sucking her turgid nipples in my mouth. Jayanti kept pressing lowering her breasts on my mouth and encouraging me to suck some more, even as she must have known that there was nothing more left to give to me.
By then my rock-hard penis had strained in thin air. And then I felt something - I was shocked to feel fingers and then a hand touching and caressing my painful erection. Imagine my plight - I was torn between wanting to keep nursing and wanting to see what she was doing to my penis. Finally, my curiosity forced me to release her breast, and looked down, where her hand had started to manipulate my engorged erection. It felt wonderful!
“You know, you are big… very long, and very thick!” she whispered.
Her fingers were tightly wrapped around my pulsing length and were slowly moving up and down.
“So thick and so very hard!”
“Ohhhh Di… that feels good.” I was already panting and was ready to explode.
“Would you like me to bring you off? …. I know… ideally Pinky should do that... but, do you want me to make you cum?”
It was already very late for that decision to make. She was already determined to do what she was saying. In just under a couple of minutes, I felt my penis swelling as my testicles readied to release my stored load. I exploded. Long thick streaks of my virile semen erupted. The first two ejaculations were so powerful that my load shot all the way up to my neck. After that, my ejaculation slowed and only spurted till my belly button. Through it all, Jayanti kept stroking me until there was nothing left to ooze from my withering penis.
“You are getting sex from her already, aren’t you? No… you are not looking for sex. Neither money. You earn more than she does. You are interested in love. That you can have good sex with her, is a big cherry on top! No. You are interested in love…. why I think so? Well, for one, you have been a married man; I may be prejudiced, but I think you too are looking for love and not a fling. Second, I am sitting practically naked in front of you, but you have till now done nothing. What could explain that? Well, one possibility is that you are afraid. Possible? Yes. But no… I don’t think so. Another is that you might respect me… and that can only happen if you love Pinky.”
I did not say anything. I loved Devy. There was no point discussing that.
“Do you want to lay down with your head in my lap?” she whispered.
“There is a real risk, Didi.”
“I know, and I would love to take that risk.” she said evenly, but softly.
I accepted her offer, adjusted myself on the couch, and lowered my head into her lap, resting on her lap. I closed my eyes and tried to resist the temptation to breastfeed from her. I relaxed a bit with this effort and forgot about the erection that pushed my pants. Jayanti Did not say a word. I calmed down. Her gentle touch, her soft hand brushing my forehead with the care like a mother would display. She finally rested her palm on my forehead. I opened my eyes. She was naked waist up. She slid her dress off her shoulders.
“I have enough left…” she whispered, suggesting the obvious to me.
"For me?"
I was amazed and delightfully in shock. I wanted to say something, but she placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me.
“Relax honey. You have already tasted me. I have thought about it after our time together yesterday and I thought I would love to breastfeed you. Regularly. Even after you have married Pinky. So, you see, you now have two pairs to take your nourishment from!” she soothed me, smiling at me.
“Well… that is comforting!” I teased and immediately regretted. She was doing me a favor, everything said and done.
“Are you sure?” I asked, concerned and hopeful.
“Sure? About breastfeeding you? Absolutely! You see, there is always so much left. This baby takes in only so much, and the older one, is, I think getting bored of it. But I continue to make so much milk. So, looks like that only adults can help me. My husband is of no use in that department, as he finds it so repulsive. Father will beat my ass red if I ask him to breastfeed from me. So, you see only Pinky, and now you can help me.”
She lifted my head up. I did not think any longer; all I wanted then was her breasts, her nipples, and her milk. I did not hesitate. I sucked in her nipple and areola; she pushed my head up to help me with the process. I sucked and her swollen nipple immediately let up - milk trickled from the tiny ducts. I suckled, resisting the temptation of biting, drawing warm milk into my mouth. I must say that her milk tasted very good - it was thin, sweet, and had the aroma of her body lotion that enhanced the flavor. She brushed my cheek tenderly with the backs of her fingers, while I drank. I became greedy and wanted more. She had entrusted me with the job of emptying her breasts. Again and again I suckled, filling my mouth and swallowing.
I felt her hand leaving my cheek and caressing my stomach while I drank. It crept down - slowly but surely, her fingers gently forcing their way inside my pants, finding on my very erect penis. I did not resist and let her have her own share of fun. I continued to suckle her boobs while she caressed my engorged penis.
When the breast was drained, I did not miss a beat and I switched to the other one and began to suck. It must have not been more than a few minutes, but still, it felt like an hour-long affair! Both her breasts were empty. And still I could not keep from sucking her turgid nipples in my mouth. Jayanti kept pressing lowering her breasts on my mouth and encouraging me to suck some more, even as she must have known that there was nothing more left to give to me.
By then my rock-hard penis had strained in thin air. And then I felt something - I was shocked to feel fingers and then a hand touching and caressing my painful erection. Imagine my plight - I was torn between wanting to keep nursing and wanting to see what she was doing to my penis. Finally, my curiosity forced me to release her breast, and looked down, where her hand had started to manipulate my engorged erection. It felt wonderful!
“You know, you are big… very long, and very thick!” she whispered.
Her fingers were tightly wrapped around my pulsing length and were slowly moving up and down.
“So thick and so very hard!”
“Ohhhh Di… that feels good.” I was already panting and was ready to explode.
“Would you like me to bring you off? …. I know… ideally Pinky should do that... but, do you want me to make you cum?”
It was already very late for that decision to make. She was already determined to do what she was saying. In just under a couple of minutes, I felt my penis swelling as my testicles readied to release my stored load. I exploded. Long thick streaks of my virile semen erupted. The first two ejaculations were so powerful that my load shot all the way up to my neck. After that, my ejaculation slowed and only spurted till my belly button. Through it all, Jayanti kept stroking me until there was nothing left to ooze from my withering penis.
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“Di, I can’t believe you did that!” I gasped as my breathing began to become more normal.
“I can’t believe that either... but I loved every bit of doing it! I could not resist seeing and feeling the nice organ that nicely fills my sister! It is so strong… and beautiful!”
Jayanti was breathing fast and still slowly stroking me.
“Are you sorry, Amar? … that I did that? Honestly, I never thought something like this would happen.”
“I don’t know. Will you tell Devy about it?”
“Will you?”
“There are no secrets between us.”
“Yes, and same is the case with us. We also don’t have any secrets. She told me about it when you two had your first sex together.”
What Jayanti Did next shocked me. She called Devy. I could hear her from the phone.
"What are you two doing?"
“I am feeding him...”
"What? You bitch... ha ha! You could not keep your hands off him!"
“Hey! Your husband also happens to be something to me… I am his saali. Am I not?”
“You are really a saali! .... and you only wanted a hunk to suck your teats!”
“Hey! There is one more thing… I also squeezed his penis…”
"Didi, I can’t believe it! You are really a bitch!" she really did not sound angry at all.
“Don’t hate me honey, please!”
"No, I don’t hate you! It is just so unfamiliar, and I don’t know how to react."
“Are you angry, Pinky?”
"I am not Didi, and you know it! I can never be angry with you!"
“Thank you, Pinky! And you know what, you are very lucky. Will tell you all about it when I meet you.”
And with that she hung the phone up.
“So there! It settles.”
“You two are very close?” not really a question, but an observation.
“Very! I don’t breastfeed her for nothing! In another life, I could as well be her mother! In fact, I am waiting for her to become a mother, so that I can return the favor! ha ha!”
“Oh God! Umm… how often do you feed her?”
“Everyday! Twice at least… I know that now I have one more mouth to feed to! ha ha!”
“Didi, I want to ask you something. May I?”
“Hey! Let us not be formal anymore. Okay?”
She had still not covered her breasts. Not that they were attractive, but they were a woman’s breasts, nonetheless. My eyes hovered over them, and I knew that they were on display for me.
“Honey don’t stare at them in this manner. As I said only now that you can drink from them whenever you want!”
I smiled and leaned to kiss both her nipples.
“You had a question?” she reminded me, not really minding me doing that.
“Yes… I hope I am not breaching the decency line... but… does Jiju satisfy you?”
“Oh honey! Why do you ask? Is that because of what I did with you?”
“That, and my own observations!”
“Hmmm… well, I will be honest. He is not an athletic lover, like you are! But he satisfies me. It is just that I did not have a proper sex in the past one year.”
“Oh!”
“And it should not give you any ideas, young man!” she smiled, “I have already crossed my limits with you. Also, he is not your jiju - he is your bhaiya - you two will be co-brothers.” she stopped for a while and then asked, “Can I ask you some very private questions, Amar?”
“Yes, didi. I will reply honestly. I promise.”
“You are a handsome young man! I am sure you have been very lucky in your sex life.” she paused for an effect and then asked, “How much?”
“Oh didi. That one is really private. You sure you want to know?”
“Don’t say anything if you don’t want to. For me, it is sufficient that you two love each other and are committed to each other. Everything else is the past.”
“That we are! But I am not ashamed of what I did. So, I will tell you, as I have told Devyani too... Well… I have had two partners before Devyani - one of whom I was married to.”
“Oh! That is not bad at all!”
“And you?” I played.
“Your bhaiya is the second man.”
“How was the first one?”
“Not bad. I guess. But his penis was this much.” she pointed towards my now just awakening penis. That means it was only a third of the overall volume or mass of what I gained at full erection.
“Oh! That is small.”
“Yes, I know. But I was a virgin at that time, and I had no way of knowing or comparing that experience with anything.”
“When was that?”
“Oh, long time ago! I was only a teenager.”
“What! Didi, you have been naughty!”
“Oh, that I have been… yes! I think it was my way of revolting at home. Devyani, on the other hand was much more docile. However, when she started working, I encouraged her to explore herself… be a little… wild! She tried. But her boyfriend was a rascal and he wanted only to get inside her pants. I think I am partly to be blamed for it.”
“It is okay, Di.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“My husband has seen her naked. I thought she could have sex with him, but she chickened out at the nick of the moment and was saved… for you! So, I think one man… before you have.”
“Oh!?”
“Does it bother you?”
“No... I am just a little jealous!”
“Oh honey! Please don’t be! You have seen my husband’s wife naked too! I think it is okay now!”
“Ha ha! No didi. It does not bother me at all! It is just a bit hard to picture her standing naked in front of someone else. That’s all!”
“Yes. I know. You know what, with you, she has blossomed. Really! I have seen the changes in her - and all of them were for good. She is so happy now. So confident. So much more expressive. So, thank you for that!”
“You believe that I am the right one for her?”
“Absolutely. Had I been younger and unmarried, I too would have married you.”
“Ha ha!”
“Does it bother you that she is nine years older than you?”
“No. As long as I can teach her new things. Ha ha! Honestly, I don’t even think about that!”
She looked at me for some time and then smiled. “You are too cute!”
Then she proceeded to dress up and started with encasing her breasts in her bra.
“No. don’t.” I don’t know why I said that.
“You want me to remain naked?”
I nodded.
“Are you sure?”
“I like it.”
“Sweet boy.” she whispered dropping her bra on the floor and straightening a bit.
Her unfettered breasts sagged a little but stood also. They were apart from each other, and her nipples were erect now, a clear sign of arousal. I could see veins running through her flesh, and the tiny bumps around her areola.
“So, whose do you like more? Mine or Pinky’s?” she asked after she was sure that I was interested in this line of enquiry.
“Didi. Please don’t make me choose!” I complained.
“Give me the right answer, and you may get lucky!” she teased.
“I can’t believe that either... but I loved every bit of doing it! I could not resist seeing and feeling the nice organ that nicely fills my sister! It is so strong… and beautiful!”
Jayanti was breathing fast and still slowly stroking me.
“Are you sorry, Amar? … that I did that? Honestly, I never thought something like this would happen.”
“I don’t know. Will you tell Devy about it?”
“Will you?”
“There are no secrets between us.”
“Yes, and same is the case with us. We also don’t have any secrets. She told me about it when you two had your first sex together.”
What Jayanti Did next shocked me. She called Devy. I could hear her from the phone.
"What are you two doing?"
“I am feeding him...”
"What? You bitch... ha ha! You could not keep your hands off him!"
“Hey! Your husband also happens to be something to me… I am his saali. Am I not?”
“You are really a saali! .... and you only wanted a hunk to suck your teats!”
“Hey! There is one more thing… I also squeezed his penis…”
"Didi, I can’t believe it! You are really a bitch!" she really did not sound angry at all.
“Don’t hate me honey, please!”
"No, I don’t hate you! It is just so unfamiliar, and I don’t know how to react."
“Are you angry, Pinky?”
"I am not Didi, and you know it! I can never be angry with you!"
“Thank you, Pinky! And you know what, you are very lucky. Will tell you all about it when I meet you.”
And with that she hung the phone up.
“So there! It settles.”
“You two are very close?” not really a question, but an observation.
“Very! I don’t breastfeed her for nothing! In another life, I could as well be her mother! In fact, I am waiting for her to become a mother, so that I can return the favor! ha ha!”
“Oh God! Umm… how often do you feed her?”
“Everyday! Twice at least… I know that now I have one more mouth to feed to! ha ha!”
“Didi, I want to ask you something. May I?”
“Hey! Let us not be formal anymore. Okay?”
She had still not covered her breasts. Not that they were attractive, but they were a woman’s breasts, nonetheless. My eyes hovered over them, and I knew that they were on display for me.
“Honey don’t stare at them in this manner. As I said only now that you can drink from them whenever you want!”
I smiled and leaned to kiss both her nipples.
“You had a question?” she reminded me, not really minding me doing that.
“Yes… I hope I am not breaching the decency line... but… does Jiju satisfy you?”
“Oh honey! Why do you ask? Is that because of what I did with you?”
“That, and my own observations!”
“Hmmm… well, I will be honest. He is not an athletic lover, like you are! But he satisfies me. It is just that I did not have a proper sex in the past one year.”
“Oh!”
“And it should not give you any ideas, young man!” she smiled, “I have already crossed my limits with you. Also, he is not your jiju - he is your bhaiya - you two will be co-brothers.” she stopped for a while and then asked, “Can I ask you some very private questions, Amar?”
“Yes, didi. I will reply honestly. I promise.”
“You are a handsome young man! I am sure you have been very lucky in your sex life.” she paused for an effect and then asked, “How much?”
“Oh didi. That one is really private. You sure you want to know?”
“Don’t say anything if you don’t want to. For me, it is sufficient that you two love each other and are committed to each other. Everything else is the past.”
“That we are! But I am not ashamed of what I did. So, I will tell you, as I have told Devyani too... Well… I have had two partners before Devyani - one of whom I was married to.”
“Oh! That is not bad at all!”
“And you?” I played.
“Your bhaiya is the second man.”
“How was the first one?”
“Not bad. I guess. But his penis was this much.” she pointed towards my now just awakening penis. That means it was only a third of the overall volume or mass of what I gained at full erection.
“Oh! That is small.”
“Yes, I know. But I was a virgin at that time, and I had no way of knowing or comparing that experience with anything.”
“When was that?”
“Oh, long time ago! I was only a teenager.”
“What! Didi, you have been naughty!”
“Oh, that I have been… yes! I think it was my way of revolting at home. Devyani, on the other hand was much more docile. However, when she started working, I encouraged her to explore herself… be a little… wild! She tried. But her boyfriend was a rascal and he wanted only to get inside her pants. I think I am partly to be blamed for it.”
“It is okay, Di.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“My husband has seen her naked. I thought she could have sex with him, but she chickened out at the nick of the moment and was saved… for you! So, I think one man… before you have.”
“Oh!?”
“Does it bother you?”
“No... I am just a little jealous!”
“Oh honey! Please don’t be! You have seen my husband’s wife naked too! I think it is okay now!”
“Ha ha! No didi. It does not bother me at all! It is just a bit hard to picture her standing naked in front of someone else. That’s all!”
“Yes. I know. You know what, with you, she has blossomed. Really! I have seen the changes in her - and all of them were for good. She is so happy now. So confident. So much more expressive. So, thank you for that!”
“You believe that I am the right one for her?”
“Absolutely. Had I been younger and unmarried, I too would have married you.”
“Ha ha!”
“Does it bother you that she is nine years older than you?”
“No. As long as I can teach her new things. Ha ha! Honestly, I don’t even think about that!”
She looked at me for some time and then smiled. “You are too cute!”
Then she proceeded to dress up and started with encasing her breasts in her bra.
“No. don’t.” I don’t know why I said that.
“You want me to remain naked?”
I nodded.
“Are you sure?”
“I like it.”
“Sweet boy.” she whispered dropping her bra on the floor and straightening a bit.
Her unfettered breasts sagged a little but stood also. They were apart from each other, and her nipples were erect now, a clear sign of arousal. I could see veins running through her flesh, and the tiny bumps around her areola.
“So, whose do you like more? Mine or Pinky’s?” she asked after she was sure that I was interested in this line of enquiry.
“Didi. Please don’t make me choose!” I complained.
“Give me the right answer, and you may get lucky!” she teased.
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She immediately got the response. My heart immediately pumped enough and more blood in my penis; it immediately bent upwards attaining full erection. Instinctively, I placed a hand on each of her breasts. She didn’t move away and closed her eyes to enjoy what I was going, and what I was going to do.
She giggled, “At the moment, you definitely like mine!”
The temptation was amazing… temptation of being able to love a woman is irresistible. This was going towards dangerous territories. But somehow, one part of my sensible brain was still able to reason the danger, the immorality of what we were going to do.
“Didi, please don’t tempt me.” I somehow managed, still squeezing her breasts. A milk drop formed and dripped. She looked at me quizzingly.
“Besides, the kids may get frightened watching us do it.” I added.
This was my last defense, and it brought her to her senses. A little bit. She drew a deep breath and looked around. The older one was nowhere to be seen there, and the younger one was fast asleep.
“Oh! You are such a sweet boy!” she drew one more very deep breath - her breasts invitingly heaved with it.
“I wonder how Pinky takes it in! It is BIG. Oh God! I know I am being really bad, but I know it would be wonderful to feel it inside me… just once.”
It was a kind of wanton plea. But completely raw and honest. Who would not want to grant such a lady her wish?
“Just once?” I asked.
She nodded, confirming.
“Just once... in and then out?” I asked again.
She smiled nervously. She nodded.
“Okay, then.” I gave in! The temptation was amazing.
With nervous hands, I helped her remove her dress, and her panties too. Now, Jayanti was as naked as I was. Her vaginal opening was obvious, despite the hair on it. Good thing is that she had given natural births (no C-section) to her children, so she had no cut marks anywhere! I spread her thighs, opening her up, and positioned myself between her legs. My penis was rigid like cucumber, and fully ready to do the deed.
I entered. She gasped. Jayanti’s pussy felt like liquid heat! Her mouth opened, as she drew in nervous air. Her eyes popped in shock. The color of her cheeks paled as I pushed more and more inside, while she kept making more and more room to fit me in. I stayed inside her for a few seconds so she could feel the experience. With each heartbeat, my penis was throbbing. I could also feel her vaginal walls squeezing the length of my penis nicely, however, not as strongly as Devy’s did. But it is true that Jayanti too had a strong tunnel, despite having two children, and one of them very recently. That was good!
It was not love or anything. It was just two curious adults trying out something new and intimate. Still, I thought it would be proper to kiss her, to make her feel good. I kissed her lightly on her lips. She smiled.
“I take it out now?” I asked, knowing very well that our copulation was not yet over.
She smiled weakly, “Honey, can you… uh… manage a quickie?”
I looked at her quizzingly.
“I know that you are a marathoner in bed, but... can you do it quickly right now? You took me as soon as you entered me. I mean I am not a virgin to your penis anymore... So, now, let us as well complete the act!”
I nervously looked around.
“Don’t worry about the children. Just focus here!”
“Didi… this is…” I am surprised how I could still manage a protest, albeit very weak one!
“It is okay baby! Just do it. Your lund is already making my choot very happy! I only ask you to complete what we just started.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage. Her dirty talk did the trick as I thrust back inside her. Her slick heat and strong grip were all I needed to go on. Jayanti di did not lack any stimulation. She lifted her hips and knees until her legs slipped over my shoulders. Her nails scratched at my arms as she chanted,
“Come on Amar... fuck me faster - harder - fuck me, fuck me…”
And fuck her, I did. I pounded straight down into her pussy. I went harder and faster until we were almost bouncing with each thrust. The urgency of our lovemaking grew stronger. My thrusts downwards became more and more vigorous. Her pelvic movements, tilting upwards to receive each thrust, grew passionate, thrusting up towards me in perfect rhythm together, becoming more and more urgent.
Her vagina too began to contract, the vibrations running down my penis again and again filling me with an urgent tension that has only one way to release. Yes, contrary to how I do, I came quick! And despite that, when I came in to her, she was already enjoying continuous orgasms. The semen burst forth from me with a surge, then overwhelming waves of oneness, and our powerful sexual transaction, throbbing, pulsating, thrusting, slowing, easing, easing, quiet. Sweat formed on my body and dripped onto Jayanti’s breasts. I was well spent in just three or four minutes and fell on my side.
I slowly slid out, and I could feel how relieved she became. She sighed. Was she happy? Content? Satisfied? We lay in each other’s arms, resplendent in the afterglow that only lovers know. She looked up at me with a serious smile. She stood up and stretched luxuriously and then checked down there. My semen was leaking down her thighs.
“Oh God! How much do you ejaculate? It must be at least twenty ml.!” she exclaimed wiping the runoff with her fingers.
“Ha ha! No Didi... it must hardly be two or three ml. It is mostly your juice…”
She reddened at my observation - what I was essentially saying was that she too ejaculated. She changed the topic.
“Wow! And this was a quickie! Now I am jealous of Pinky! Ha ha… what am I going to do with you, honey?”
She said and kissed me.
“I need to clean up first.” She said and started for the bathroom.
I stayed and wiped using a small towel. When she returned, she started to wear and arranged her dress back into shape. Once fully dressed, Jayanti looked at herself in the room’s mirror. With it she seemed to have found her reasonable mind back,
“About this, I am not going to tell Pinky... No. I don’t think that I will. There are no secrets between us. Besides, I am not ashamed… You have a steely resolve, Amar. I exploited you. But you still made me feel good. Thank you so much. Pinky is so lucky!”
Then suddenly she said matter of fact manner, “Come home and have a talk with father. I would prefer it be done sooner than later. While what you do in your relationship is all okay, but I would personally prefer if Pinky gets pregnant after she is married and not before that. And I am sure that father will agree. Understood?”
She giggled, “At the moment, you definitely like mine!”
The temptation was amazing… temptation of being able to love a woman is irresistible. This was going towards dangerous territories. But somehow, one part of my sensible brain was still able to reason the danger, the immorality of what we were going to do.
“Didi, please don’t tempt me.” I somehow managed, still squeezing her breasts. A milk drop formed and dripped. She looked at me quizzingly.
“Besides, the kids may get frightened watching us do it.” I added.
This was my last defense, and it brought her to her senses. A little bit. She drew a deep breath and looked around. The older one was nowhere to be seen there, and the younger one was fast asleep.
“Oh! You are such a sweet boy!” she drew one more very deep breath - her breasts invitingly heaved with it.
“I wonder how Pinky takes it in! It is BIG. Oh God! I know I am being really bad, but I know it would be wonderful to feel it inside me… just once.”
It was a kind of wanton plea. But completely raw and honest. Who would not want to grant such a lady her wish?
“Just once?” I asked.
She nodded, confirming.
“Just once... in and then out?” I asked again.
She smiled nervously. She nodded.
“Okay, then.” I gave in! The temptation was amazing.
With nervous hands, I helped her remove her dress, and her panties too. Now, Jayanti was as naked as I was. Her vaginal opening was obvious, despite the hair on it. Good thing is that she had given natural births (no C-section) to her children, so she had no cut marks anywhere! I spread her thighs, opening her up, and positioned myself between her legs. My penis was rigid like cucumber, and fully ready to do the deed.
I entered. She gasped. Jayanti’s pussy felt like liquid heat! Her mouth opened, as she drew in nervous air. Her eyes popped in shock. The color of her cheeks paled as I pushed more and more inside, while she kept making more and more room to fit me in. I stayed inside her for a few seconds so she could feel the experience. With each heartbeat, my penis was throbbing. I could also feel her vaginal walls squeezing the length of my penis nicely, however, not as strongly as Devy’s did. But it is true that Jayanti too had a strong tunnel, despite having two children, and one of them very recently. That was good!
It was not love or anything. It was just two curious adults trying out something new and intimate. Still, I thought it would be proper to kiss her, to make her feel good. I kissed her lightly on her lips. She smiled.
“I take it out now?” I asked, knowing very well that our copulation was not yet over.
She smiled weakly, “Honey, can you… uh… manage a quickie?”
I looked at her quizzingly.
“I know that you are a marathoner in bed, but... can you do it quickly right now? You took me as soon as you entered me. I mean I am not a virgin to your penis anymore... So, now, let us as well complete the act!”
I nervously looked around.
“Don’t worry about the children. Just focus here!”
“Didi… this is…” I am surprised how I could still manage a protest, albeit very weak one!
“It is okay baby! Just do it. Your lund is already making my choot very happy! I only ask you to complete what we just started.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage. Her dirty talk did the trick as I thrust back inside her. Her slick heat and strong grip were all I needed to go on. Jayanti di did not lack any stimulation. She lifted her hips and knees until her legs slipped over my shoulders. Her nails scratched at my arms as she chanted,
“Come on Amar... fuck me faster - harder - fuck me, fuck me…”
And fuck her, I did. I pounded straight down into her pussy. I went harder and faster until we were almost bouncing with each thrust. The urgency of our lovemaking grew stronger. My thrusts downwards became more and more vigorous. Her pelvic movements, tilting upwards to receive each thrust, grew passionate, thrusting up towards me in perfect rhythm together, becoming more and more urgent.
Her vagina too began to contract, the vibrations running down my penis again and again filling me with an urgent tension that has only one way to release. Yes, contrary to how I do, I came quick! And despite that, when I came in to her, she was already enjoying continuous orgasms. The semen burst forth from me with a surge, then overwhelming waves of oneness, and our powerful sexual transaction, throbbing, pulsating, thrusting, slowing, easing, easing, quiet. Sweat formed on my body and dripped onto Jayanti’s breasts. I was well spent in just three or four minutes and fell on my side.
I slowly slid out, and I could feel how relieved she became. She sighed. Was she happy? Content? Satisfied? We lay in each other’s arms, resplendent in the afterglow that only lovers know. She looked up at me with a serious smile. She stood up and stretched luxuriously and then checked down there. My semen was leaking down her thighs.
“Oh God! How much do you ejaculate? It must be at least twenty ml.!” she exclaimed wiping the runoff with her fingers.
“Ha ha! No Didi... it must hardly be two or three ml. It is mostly your juice…”
She reddened at my observation - what I was essentially saying was that she too ejaculated. She changed the topic.
“Wow! And this was a quickie! Now I am jealous of Pinky! Ha ha… what am I going to do with you, honey?”
She said and kissed me.
“I need to clean up first.” She said and started for the bathroom.
I stayed and wiped using a small towel. When she returned, she started to wear and arranged her dress back into shape. Once fully dressed, Jayanti looked at herself in the room’s mirror. With it she seemed to have found her reasonable mind back,
“About this, I am not going to tell Pinky... No. I don’t think that I will. There are no secrets between us. Besides, I am not ashamed… You have a steely resolve, Amar. I exploited you. But you still made me feel good. Thank you so much. Pinky is so lucky!”
Then suddenly she said matter of fact manner, “Come home and have a talk with father. I would prefer it be done sooner than later. While what you do in your relationship is all okay, but I would personally prefer if Pinky gets pregnant after she is married and not before that. And I am sure that father will agree. Understood?”
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