Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

My adult life, after graduation, started off very well - I got a very promising start of my career, thanks mostly to the placement arrangements at the engineering college, when I started off my first job, at the age of 21, I was living in a 2 bedroom house, which was company provided, in a very good location in a large city. By all definition, I was a well settled man, in extremely marriageable age. However, unlike how it happens with a lot of Indian young men in that age, my parents did not jump in to arrange a match for me. Rather, they let me be myself, and allowed & encouraged me to find a suitable match myself - at my own pace and of my own liking. My parents, despite coming from a modest and humble background, were very liberal and maintained that matchmaking by parents is an antiquated and stale system, where parents throw too much of their weights around, just to satisfy their own ego. It should be abolished.

Their belief in me, a promising career, and being an early starter, helped me in growing my confidence and that changed my outlook towards life. That sort of set the way my life turned out. Believe me I did not plan my life in this way though. All I wanted was to have one girlfriend, who would also become my wife. But life takes so many twists and turns that a man can never anticipate.

Since I was a bachelor, it was next to impossible for me to manage the house and most importantly, to be able to cook! I had very basic knowledge of cooking – I could make tea and sandwiches. I think that was about it! Therefore, I hired a maid for cleaning and cooking. Her name was Kajal. Kajal was very efficient, skillful, honest, and well-mannered lady. She was married and was a mother of two children when she came to work for me. With a recent child in her family and her husband’s meager income, she had to work.

The nature of her work kept her fit. Although, I am not sure whether she had access to the right food for her physically laborious work. I did not know her age, but I guessed that she was around 30-32 years old when she started to work for me. She had a nice, dusky complexion, pleasing facial features, and a nice figure. She was not heavy. She looked very nice, slender, and had a very nice pair of breasts and hips for her height. Needless to say that I, a hormone fueled monster, was smitten with her.

Kajal, however, was a proud woman and a proud mother - she exhibited good intelligence, held her head high and was very honest. Initially, I thought that I would someday summon courage to talk her into sex (I had read several cheap pornographic material, where they claimed that it was very easy to entice maids into sex), but as time unfolded, I knew that it would not be possible. She was a strong character woman, and such kind of women have a respectable aura around them. So, I never dared to initiate any such trash. A little mistake, and there was also a danger of losing respect that she held for me. As there is a saying in Hindi - "Apna hath, Jagannath", I was way very happy beating off every day!

One day when she came to work, she was really upset and sad. Usually, I kept my distance from her, but that day I asked her about what was wrong. She said that she was worried about her son getting admission in a proper school. She had tried in many schools, but all was proving futile considering her social status and poverty. No good schools wanted a child from such background. It was a time when RTE (right to education) like government policies were not in force or practice. I was upset too. I had seen her son a couple of times, and I knew that he was a bright child. If he could not have access to good education during his formative years, then a promising future would be wasted. I assured her that I will try to help her with whatever way was possible for me.

The next day, I applied for leave from my office and took Kajal and Sunil (her son) to a nearby convent school and made an impassioned speech in front of the principal. The principal was a kind woman and heard my case with patience. She was impressed that I felt the way I did for that child and she wanted to know what my relationship with Kajal and her son was, and knowing that I was not a relative, she asked why her husband not there. I made some excuse about how Kajal’s husband was away because of the demands of his work. I said that I am a responsible citizen and can look after Sunil’s educational and guidance needs after school. I told her about my own education and work and assured her that a couple of hours post work, should be good enough guidance for a bright student like Sunil. Finally, she agreed to give him admission and that too without any fees. But she made it clear that ongoing expenses should be borne by parents. We happily agreed.

After this incidence, Kajal turned very happy… almost ecstatic! She started to talk to me more, started to show more care towards me. One thing also changed in her, she became more open about her life, which she used to guard earlier. She also started to take extra care of my household. I trusted her, so, I gave her the keys of the house allowing her complete access to it. So, in a way she became the ‘matron’ and my guardian in that city. My weekends used to be free, so I devoted a few weekend hours with Sunil on his studies. As I had correctly observed, he was a good and hardworking student. He was aware of all the hardships that his mother was undergoing just to provide him a good education. So, he took his duties very seriously, and soon he started to flourish.

 

[avsji]

Youth is such a precious time. I am sure many people would desire to have the sexual vigor of their early 20s and wisdom of the their 40s. Being able to mount women five times per day, and having the wisdom of Mr. Warren Buffet would be like the ultimate orgasm of one’s life! Sorry, I am going off track here. So, because I did not meet any girls who fascinated me, I started to think that I would not get lucky till I got married. Nothing was happening in life - morning to evening - office to home to gym - the routine was set. And in that routine, I never found any girl. But as I said it before too, luck presents opportunities in many ways, and mine too arrived soon.

Kajal had worked for me for about three months and in that time, we had developed a nice professional and personal relationship. She was, for all practical purposes, the lady of the house. She managed my daily life with such efficiency that I often wondered how I would ever manage to live without her expertise. I used to pay her in a random manner: sometimes I gave her more money that agreed, and at other times less. She took whatever I gave her, because in aggregate, I paid her more than what she had asked. So, we were more connected than our professional relationship. And since the time I started to take care of her son’s education, she too went beyond her job description to make life comfortable for me. She would buy vegetables, milk, and other groceries on her own accord. She always cooked a variety of tasty food and I never had to ask. Life had become good. It was about to get better.


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One evening, I developed very high fever; my body temperature had shot up to 102. That was a hell of a night. I was completely restless, with pain and fever wrenching away life out of me. I could not sleep the entire night and fell asleep only very close to the morning hours. Kajal had separate keys to my house, so when I did not open the door next morning, she let herself in. She did not suspect that I was inside the room, because usually I was out to gym doing my workouts at that hour and proceeded with her chores. But when she entered my room, she found me lying on the bed, burning with fever. Although, I could hear her speaking to me, I could not reply. I was too weak to say anything or respond to her conversation in any way. I later came to know that she went off to get medicines for me (it must have been hard and time consuming work, as most of the chemists are not open during that period in the morning and one needed to go to a 24x7 pharmacy, which was far from my house).

She came back with medicines and some light snacks and tea. She made me eat some light food. Since, I was too weak to even sit; she herself fed me, and then gave me the medicine and asked me to try to sleep. These medicines cause drowsiness, so I soon fell half asleep. I could feel her hand touching my forehead feeling for temperature. Although asleep, I could still make out the time of the day. My fever had not abated even by the afternoon. I was surprised to still see Kajal there. Perhaps she decided to be with me to take care of me.

This time she had thermometer with her with which she took my temperature. She went away only to return after about 10-15 minutes with a bucket of water and a small towel. She soaked the towel in the lukewarm water and put on my forehead. She did it for quite some time, but to no avail. What she did next shocked me. She removed my sheet to discover (and to my embarrassment) that I was naked below my waist [a small detail here - I like to go to sleep naked]. Before I could say anything, she proceeded to remove my tee-shirt. I was too surprised, and too weak to protest. Combined effects of the horror caused by being naked in front of a woman, fever, and pain, I resigned. Thankfully, my penis showed no sign of life, and remained limp to save me any further embarrassment (or who knows, if it caused more embarrassments)!

Kajal did not seem to mind my nakedness, however. She professionally set about sponging my entire body with a wet towel. I noticed, however, that she spent more time on my penis and testes holding and feeling them in her hands. She even pulled its foreskin back, to clean the insides of my glans. After this sponge treatment she gave me some more light food and juice and medicine. She did not give me any clothes to put on, and simply covered me with a fresh sheet.

The fever still did not subside. That evening Kajal remained close to me. After completing her work, she came and sat beside me, taking my head, and putting it on her lap and gently caressing my face. With my half open eyes, I looked up only to see her heaving breasts. A flash of desire appeared! Men are pigs for sure or perhaps that was only me! Even in that frightful state of pain and fever, I was thinking of sex! But to my excuse, I am completely fascinated with breasts, and could not resist the urge. It had been a long time since I had seen a real pair, and I was almost dying. I quickly thought of a plan.

Behaving as if I was unconscious of my surroundings, I started calling her as mother (pretending to call my mother) and asked her to feed me her breast milk. I am sure that she must have thought of it as a quiet unusual request, especially coming from an adult man. Not surprisingly, she was caught unawares and tried to ignore my pleas at first, but I persisted and even raised my hand to touch her breasts. Oh, the touch of her breasts at last! My miserable and pitiable state must have led her to let her guard down (thanks to the maternal instincts present in women of all ages). She may have thought to comfort me as I was under duress and physical misery, perhaps thinking that I would not remember the incidence later. She finally relented to my insistent pleas of at least five minutes and cautiously undid the buttons on her blouse, unfastened the clasp of her bra and then removed the two clothes completely to free her beautiful, nectar filled breasts.

Kajal’s breasts were nature’s marvels! From my vantage point, they appeared absolutely impressive, with reddish dark brown nipples perched proudly on top of each of the globes. To me they looked as if they were born to breastfeed on. Those breasts hung free with just the minimum degree of sag. She let me drink her sight and then gently raised my head and let me take one of the nipples in my mouth. She supported my head to lift me. As I closed my mouth around her nipple, it felt as they were meant to be inside my mouth. I sucked at her nipple - it felt to me that they were not much in use recently. Her baby was older than one year, and it is a common practice for women to start weaning their babies off by then.

 

[avsji]

I sucked a bit harder and then it yielded. I remember her milk tasted sweet - not sugary sweet but pleasing sweet. It was also a bit creamier as compared to the Raji woman on hill-top; and the reason that I was drinking from the source itself made it a thoroughly enjoyable affair. I sucked at leisure; often drawing circles around them with my fingers, and even chewing them lightly that caused her let out a few muffled wails in sweet pain. But never once, she tried to free her breast from my mouth. After having sucked enough one of the nipples, I repeated everything that I did on one breast on the other.

By the time I was done, I was fully awake and dropped all pretenses of ‘unconsciousness’. Kajal noticed it too but did not say anything to suggest that she felt bad or cheated or manipulated. After I was done, she gently helped my head on the pillow and lovingly stroking my forehead to put me back to sleep. During this period, her breasts were completely on display. When she thought that I must have had enough of show, she slowly arrested her breasts in her bra and buttoned her blouse back. I watched with interest, and she did not seem to mind.

Before I fell asleep again, I requested her to stay with me that night. It was a legitimate request, for my fever had not abated, and I needed all the attention and care that I could get. She readily agreed and called her husband from the telephone that she would stay at my place to take care of me. When I got up, about an hour later, I noticed that the old bugger of her husband had dropped both the children at my place. That was not too much of a problem, because Sunil was a happy child and did not make any fuss. Her daughter, Latika too was a happy and playful child, despite being such a young creature. She did not make any fuss and was happy and contented with her soft toys. Sunil was very considerate of my illness and tried to lift my mood by playing ludo with me, while his mother cooked dinner.

All of us had dinner together; I had it in my bed. When we finished, Kajal gave me medicines. I requested Kajal to sleep in my room in case I needed something. This was fine by her. In fact, she herself was planning to sleep in my room only. It was quickly approaching 10pm, so she started to prepare her bed. She spread a spare mattress and cotton sheet on the floor and proceeded to sleep with her children in tow. The devil in me, however, was awake. The evening experience was fresh in my mind. Why did that happen? Was it just by chance or was Kajal also interested? I was not very sure. Women may sometime have motherly instincts, and they can even surprise themselves in what they can do. This could have been one such incident. But I was determined to find out for sure.

After perhaps about 15 minutes, I called her name and requested her to lie by my side. I knew that I was now entering a dangerous territory with that request, and her response would permanently change our relationship. She did not reply for some time. I called out again. I knew that she was awake and was looking at me in the dark. I could tell from her silhouette. She seemed to decide something and then looked at her son, checking if he was fully asleep, and then to add to my delight she got up. What she did next was even more exhilarating - she removed her saree (only her saree) and put it aside and climbed in my bed on my side.

She removed the sheet that covered me, making me fully naked once more. This time my penis started to show signs of life. Once she settled besides me, without saying any words, she proceeded to unbutton her blouse and unclasp her bra, freeing once more those pair of delicious bosoms, and then she lay down on the bed beside me. I could not believe my luck! Such a damsel by my side and in such a state of nakedness!

"Is that better?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Yes." was all I could manage to say as I reached to engulf her right nipple in my mouth and at the same time palmed her left with my hand. I can not help but feel the tremors that spiral upward through her body. They match the excited jerk of my penis. She was as excited as I was!

I began to nurse. Even though supplying milk, her nipples hardened in my mouth. Kajal arched her back, feeding more of her breast into my mouth and sighed. After some time, I switched breast. She held me tight to her and her breathing began to deepen, gasping every now and then at the tingles she was receiving.

"You suck harder..." she complained as if she were hypnotized, "… as if… as it... you are bad." she declared, but her voice was a satisfied purr. I suddenly felt her free hand, the hand that had been resting innocently on my pubic region just a while ago. Her hand had easily found my throbbing erection and was now curled around my erect penis.

"Aaaahhhhh!" Kajal moaned out her pleasure. I continued to suck. Her hand slowly explored me, tracing every inch of the strained length of my penis. Kajal continued to feed me while stroking me. But we did not go any farther that night.

"Are you satisfied now?" she asked when I left her nipple free. Her palm raised and rested her head while she looked at me. Her other hand had still not freed my penis.

"Yes." I replied, as I stroked her breast.

I stroked her breast for a while and then cupped it with my hand under it and lifted it.

"They are too big." she complained. There was no shyness in her manner - in fact, it was as if she was displaying herself to me. We both knew it.

"No. They are perfect! I love them." I say softly.

"You are a liar… and crazy," she said with a giggling laugh but still made no move to cover them, "…. trapping me with your silly drama." She squeezed my penis. She was playing with me.

"I too must be crazy to fall for that…" she continued.

By that time, I knew that she loved me looking at her - naked.

"Will you feed me again?" I asked hopefully.

"I fell for that prank once, didn’t I?"

I took this as a "yes". My penis grew even harder at this encouraging response.

"Bad bad boy." she purred squeezing even harder.

"It is your turn to milk me." I said, and immediately her hand started to slide up and down the shaft of my penis. It did not take much time for her to finish what she started.

Pressure inside me had already buildup and soon my penis started jerking out my creamy sperm. My head was lying back on the pillow, and from there I watched each strand of cum hurtle upward from the end of my prick and splatter down, mostly on my stomach and chest.

Kajal did not stop, nor did she hesitate from pumping and milking my penis completely. I had never been so excited in my life. We stayed on the bed for a couple of minutes, while I tried to catch my breath. Then Kajal got up and came back to the bed with a hand towel. And then she cleaned me dry. Finally, she climbed back in the bed beside me. The only cloth that she was wearing was her petticoat. There was no shame between us - at least in the dark. At least then.

 

[avsji]

She said, "How are you feeling?" and touched my forehead.

It was still hot, but not as much as it was earlier. Fever had receded.

"Better." I replied.

"Good! Tomar nunu khara hoye gelo (your penis got erect). Ota bhalo (That is good)! Now come, let me put you to sleep, before the fever comes back." saying this, she leaned against the bed’s head-rest so she was partially sitting and started to caress my forehead. It was a pose in which her breasts dangled tantalizingly close to my mouth. It was natural for me to again take one of her warm breasts in my mouth, while cupping her other breast in my hand and started caressing it.

"NO! Stop that," she almost shouted as she pulled her body back from me.

"I WANT it! I want your milk." I insisted and continue to caress and squeezes her other breast.

"I don’t have any more milk!" she hissed.

"Let ME see to it."

"You are a bad little devil." I did not reply and again started to suck. I did not realize (I did not have any experience) then that Kajal must have reached her sexual tipping point. Her breasts had been so thoroughly utilized by then that she must have been near to her own orgasm. She did not display anything, or, perhaps, I did not know how to read a woman’s emotions. So, she resigned herself to my ministrations.

After a while, she said softly, "You like them. Don’t you?" and she hugged me closer to her.

Her voice was unsteady and her breathing heavy. It was then when I felt her trembling tremendously. I do not remember how long she let me suck her breasts, but I was disappointed when she finally detached her breast from my mouth.

"Come on now. You have had enough for today. Please take rest. I am not running away anywhere. You will have your fill again."

She said decidedly and got up from my bed. She slept besides her son, wearing only her petticoat.

 

[y2klak]

Marvelous writing. Keep posting

 

[avsji]

Marvelous writing. Keep posting

Thank you so much!! Next update coming in a couple of hours.

 

[avsji]

I got up slightly late in the morning, feeling better and stronger. I felt very different: yes, I had less fever and a bit more energy, but I also felt more CONFIDENT! Since the invisible wall was breached between us, I did not have anything to hide from Kajal. So, I did not feel the need to wear any clothes. I heard some voices coming from the bathroom - Kajal was washing clothes.

‘Thank God! She is still here. I will need her again today.’ I thought and proceeded to freshen up.

When I came out of the bathroom, Kajal was returning from the balcony. She was fully clothed, in new clothes. That means she must have gone to her home, did her chores there and returned. She smiled at me… Did I also notice a hint of blush?

"How are you feeling now?" she felt my forehead and cheek to check for temperature.

The fact that I was standing stark naked did not seem to bother her.

"Fever seems to have subsided." she continued. She was being very touchy-feely (of course, we never touched each other before yesterday - so much had changed between us in just a matter of few hours).

"I am feeling better… all thanks to you!" I replied - it was a sincere appreciation. Without her care, I do not know what would have happened.

She smiled. "Are you hungry?"

I nodded. Was there a double innuendo? If yes, what was she hinting at? Was she hinting at something? Or was it simply my mind playing some tricks?

She said, "Go and freshen up. I have already cooked a nice breakfast - luchi tarkari. About time you also enjoy some Bengali delicacies. Let us all enjoy it together."

“I am already enjoying Bengali delicacies…” I leered.

Kajal punched me playfully in my ribs and pinched at the tip of my penis. I proceeded to brush my teeth. By that time, Sunil too got up. He felt funny to see me fully naked. But since I and Kajal were behaving normally, he too did not think much of it. After he also freshened up, she said that she would give him a bath. Now this was a bit curious for me, as although Sunil was young, he was not ‘that’ young child. So, him being bathed by his mother was a rather curious thing for me. He kind of reminded me of my own childhood. Kajal also asked me to take a bath, but I tried to make several excuses to bail out. She gave me several right justifications as to why taking bath was good, even if you have a fever… especially when you had a fever. So, I finally relented.

To bathe Sunil, Kajal wanted to strip him naked, as she must have usually done, but he was being shy, because I too was there. To my shock, she told him that she would bathe both of us together, and that since bhaiya (me) was nogno (naked) too, so there was no need for him to be shy. So, Sunil relented and Kajal stripped him. A child of that age must really feel funny to see a grown-up man completely naked like how I was then. Initially, Sunil felt funny watching me naked, kind of comparing himself with me, but when my penis started to swell, he got afraid. He had plenty of reasons to get worried; my penis was thicker than the thickness of his arm, in fact it was thicker than Kajal’s own wrist. The veins were carrying large amount of blood and were clearly visible. It looked ugly and monstrous. Sunil had reasons to be afraid.

"Don’t be afraid, Sunil," I consoled him, "When you get older, say of my age, then your nunu too will grow as big as mine, or even bigger!"

"Is that so?" he asked, not really believing what I said.

"Yes! It was like a peanut pod at your age. But you can see now, how big it has become!" of course, it was not like a peanut pod, it was very much like how his penis was, but that helped lift the child’s mood.

"Oh! But… why should it become big like yours?"

"Well… you will come to know. Let us just say for now that it makes women very happy!" Kajal glared at me in mock anger in response.

"Don’t you spoil my son with your tommyrot. Sunil, don’t listen to bhaiya. It is all nonsense."

"Ha ha! It is not. Okay, please bathe us now. How long should we keep waiting?"

So, Kajal bathed us, taking turns, doing one thing for Sunil, and repeating the same for me. Kajal took soap and applied on his tiny penis, slipped its foreskin back to clean it properly. When she was done with him, she tried to do the same to me - only problem was that slipping my foreskin back was not an easy task to accomplish because of its immense erection. Since his mother was doing it, Sunil too wanted to touch it, but I refused by saying that men do not touch each other’s nunu. Only women do, and that too when they love that man! He was very happy and proud being called a man. Kajal too was happy for my veiled statement goading her into a positive affinity with me.

 

[avsji]

After the bath both of us boys came out of the bathroom - naked and wet - for drying. Kajal clearly was enjoying this whole motherly, care-taking activity for the two boys. She wiped Sunil dry and then started to do the same to me. Sunil playfully bounced in the entire house, while his mother was busy with me. She spent more time on my privates and then finally she was done. Now came the clothing part. First up was Sunil - so, I sat waiting for my turn. While she was helping him with his half-pants, she playfully kissed his penis. Sunil was overjoyed. Before you jump to any conclusions, let me make it clear that it was a very loving and playful, motherly kiss. I have seen many women in India kissing their young sons’ penises, so, I think it is normal, whether you agree or not. When she was done with him, Kajal turned to me.

"I also want a kiss…" I demanded.

"I thought you would…" she teased.

"So?" I again demanded.

"You will get your kiss." she smiled and sat in front of me. She took my penis in her hand and planted a rather un-motherly kiss on it. On Sunil’s, it was only a peck, but on mine, she pasted her lips really snug. Then, she pulled its foreskin back and stroked its glans with her tongue. I was instantly in heavens. She then detached and mouthed ‘later’ to me. She then took out clothes for me to wear but I refused.

"Someone is not in mood to wear any clothes today?" she teased pleasingly. I simply smiled. She said further, "Okay - come now, we will eat."

All three of us ate peacefully, occasionally cracking jokes, and sometimes laughing at my nakedness, and finished the breakfast soon. Then she went out to drop Sunil off to his school and return in half an hour. I spend that time reflecting on the events thus far. I was still very much naked when she returned, which seemingly pleased her very much. She asked me to sit on the bed and proceeded to clean up the house. After another half an hour, she returned with a plate full of Pears, which reminded me of her breasts. As she peeled pear for me, I longed to feast on her tasty, fresh nipples. She tasted a piece of fruit before she offered it to me.

"It is very sweet!" she promised.

I opened my mouth signaling her to feed me, which she did. Since lots of new things were revealed to me about Kajal’s life, I thought I should weigh in with my thoughts too. I told Kajal about my own childhood and how my mother used to breastfeed me till a very advanced age. She smiled and may have made appreciative comments about why I have turned out to be such a strong and handsome young man. She also told me that she was disappointed because Latika, her daughter did not seem to like breastmilk anymore and was more in to solid foods. But she told me that Sunil had found a new interest in breastmilk and that she feeds him. That is the reason she is continuing to make milk. I told her that she does not have to worry about it anymore, because she now had a new mouth to feed.

I said that and asked her to get up, and I sat on the edge of the bed. She stood there at the edge, looking at me, unsure. I reached out and holding her waist, pulled her in a tight embrace. I felt a familiar tremble arising in her. Next, I pulled the pallu of her saree down till she was standing there clad only in her blouse and petticoat. I could see the string of her petticoat tied together at her left side - that had to go eventually, I thought. But before that, her upper body had to be stripped naked. I started to unbutton her blouse.

"Not now, please!" she pled, “I have to go to other houses as well for work.”

Her protest did not sound serious at all, so I pretended not to hear.

"I am hungry…"

"You are always hungry… and your nunu is hard too." Kajal replied, noticing the erection I was sporting, "Very hard."

But she did not move as I continue to unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders.

"Mommy is so beautiful," I compliment as I let my eyes drink the sight of her cleavage.

"I am not your mother," she interjected, with a hint of complain.

I did not comment and continued what I was doing.

"No way, don’t you dare." she hissed pleasantly, not really complaining, as I unhooked her bra.

She seemed a little shy, because it was broad sunlight and yet something in her voice told me that she was happy that I continued my ministrations to her womanhood. She seemed happy that I was looking at, and desiring and admiring, her body and her essence as a woman. Soon the bra was gone. Unrestrained, her breasts parted from each other. Her nipples stood erect in anticipation. I also noticed goose bumps around her areola. I instinctively moved my hands to place them on each breast. Perhaps Kajal was already prepared for such a move for she did not move away from me. To feel every part of her breast under my touch was like heaven on earth. Her eyes were closed as I enjoyed her. She was beautiful… like a Goddess!

 

[avsji]

I pulled her slightly nearer to me and lead my head down to kiss her flesh. She lovingly caressed my cheeks whilst I kissed and suckled her breasts. There was so much tenderness in her touch that I melted.

"Just… a little bit. Okay?" she nervously tried to draw limit to my freedom on her body.

She herself knew that the floodgates were opened, and her admonitions will not work. I started savoring her delicious milk. She let me use my lips as I wished, wherever I wished, without any further complaints, without any restraints, showering me in return with unspoken love. I felt extreme weight of emotion, so much so that the feelings almost dribbled out of the corner of my eyes. My penis, huge and upright must have warned her of my intentions. However, it felt that she did not really care. Finally, her breasts were empty.

"Sit on me... with your legs on each side of me," I instructed.

"Like this?" she asked as she climbed onto my lap. She rested her knees, spread widely apart, on the mattress, on each side of my thighs. I felt her buttocks settling down onto my thighs as I pulled her head towards me.

"Yes… like that." I confirmed, before kissing her lips. She was shocked by my move. She looked at me strangely.

"We shouldn’t do it…" she started her mild protest, her hand moving wantonly over my chest down to my stomach. My hands found and squeezed her buttocks.

"It is so big!" she exclaimed, as her hand moved over my penis. Her petticoat was proving a hindrance. So, she lifted its hem higher so that she could sit properly.

I continued to feast on her breasts - kissing, nibbling and still sucking them, alternating between the two at will. I was fully aroused by that time. Kajal was also enjoying, oblivious of anything, as my mouth was busy titillating her sensuous body part.

My erection was looking directly at her crotch. I had already noticed her discomfort wearing that petticoat, so, I reached and undid the string of petticoat. She must have felt the sudden slack at her waist and that must have alarmed her. But before she could act, I slipped the piece of cloth down her buttocks. She tried to hold it in its place, but I pulled it with so much force that she almost fell backwards. It was easy to slide it down her legs after that. Kajal was now completely naked in front of me - for the record, Kajal was the first, unrelated woman who got completely naked in front of me - for the first time. She wore no panties.

She looked at me with a bit of more curiosity, which resembled that of a mischief. She faced me, and said jokingly,

"If I were an unmarried girl, I would have married you right now!"

"Married you by now" was her way of putting modestly her desire to be fucked.

She continued with a smile, "… but it is too late for that!"

Saying this she pulled away and alighted from my lap and allowed her petticoat to drop completely. I started to pull her towards me again, but she stopped me,

"No. Please listen to me for a while." I waited. "You know, I don’t even feel ashamed standing nogno in front of you."

I pulled her again.

"Wait! Amar please. Please listen to me… I am married, so this (indicating her vagina) belongs to my husband. But that does not mean that we can not help you…" and saying this, she pressed her breasts from the sides, so that the space between them resembled that of any fuckable area.

"Do it here… between them. I want to see you while you do it."

I understood her meaning and lay her on the bed and proceeded to straddle her. I had to do it any which way - inside a woman, or outside of a woman. She pressed her breasts together to receive my penis. My fully engorged penis was close to her face. She gave it a small peck and nodded her head for me to proceed and I complied. This experience itself was fantastic for me. The little tunnel between her two squeezed breasts (close to her chest) was warm, and was lubricated with her natural skin-oil. I inserted my penis inside the tunnel and started the in-and-out motion. I now know that it was very different from how it feels inside of a vagina, but that was more than exciting for me then! I must have pushed in and out of this crack for about 30-40 times and started to feel a build-up inside my testicles.

"It is coming… it is coming… it is…" I announced in a broken voice, and thrusting.

"Don’t worry… just keep doing it." She encouraged me.

So I did. Another 5-6 thrusts and I exploded. My seeds flew in the air and accurately shot on her mouth and nose. She was kind of startled, still she held her ground. A few more strokes and I stopped. I was completely satisfied and happy.

"Thank you…" I said smiling, "… thank you very much. Thank you thank you thank you…"

I stayed on the bed for about ten minutes, trying to catch my breath. In the meantime, she got up, wiped the semen off her nose and mouth, washed her face and came back to the bed. She stood at the edge, looking at me. I saw her looking at me.

"Thank you so much, Kajal. Thank you! You have changed my life."

"Am I your first?" she asked a question, of which she knew the answer already.

"Yes." I lied.

She smiled satisfied and pleased, "Good. One day you will make some girl very happy!" and then as if to coming back to her senses, "… now tell me what you will eat for lunch?"

 

[avsji]

After that day, Kajal and I bonded well together had a very close relationship. You will be surprised to know that our relationship was based more on mutual respect and trust than on sexual proximity. Kajal exerted so much positive influence on me. I told her about my childhood, and how I liked to be naked, to which she encouraged me to continue doing. It was funny that whenever she saw me wearing any clothes, she would simply walk to me, and strip me down and then be happy.

She also never forgot to kiss my penis - it had to be kissed at least twice every day, exactly how she did for Sunil! This routine was only broken when my parents or some other guests came to visit me. It was true that she did not allow me to have access to her vagina - any kind of access - and I too never tried to force myself on her. I however had complete access to her other body parts. I once bought a sexy lingerie set for her to wear. She was surprised, shocked and happy! She occasionally wore them (only them) when she was at my place. She was really amused by my desire to suckle her milk, and she never stopped me from sucking her breasts. Whenever I wanted, which was like all the time, all I needed to do was to unbutton her blouse and latch on. She also felt some level of rights on me - she allowed (and to a large extent expected) me to be naked in front of her. I would often walk in the kitchen while she was working and stand there naked. Whenever I was naked, she never missed to touch, caress, and kiss my penis. She also did not hesitate to masturbate me and allow me to tittyfuck her when she had more time at hand.

Kajal also started to sleep for 3-4 times a month at my house, and each time I too slept along with her and her children. I do not know how her husband felt about it; I never asked about him and she never said anything. She usually tried to keep our growing closeness from Sunil, but one night, when we were preparing to sleep, I too joined him. Sunil was on her left, while I was on her right side. As soon as I lay down, I started to unbutton her blouse. She was scandalized and kept saying hushed no-no’s, but I stopped only when her breasts were completely bare. Then Sunil and I happily and leisurely feasted on those fantastic mounds. To Kajal’s comfort, he thought that it was only normal that I too suckled his mother’s breast. His only objection was that I was able to take more of her breast in my mouth, which he thought was an unfair advantage of being older.

After that night, when we slept together, Kajal and I used to be mostly naked. Sometimes, when Kajal came to my house, she would straightway come to me, sit in my lap, and thrust her breast in mouth before she did any housework. Once she had fed me my fill, she would start her daily work. Overall, my life with Kajal was very happy. She was a matron, a friend, a lover, and a companion too. Since I never hid anything from my parents, especially from Ma, I told her about Kajal and our relationship. Ma was bit uncomfortable hearing about all this and asked me to be careful. She told me that because Kajal was a married woman, what we were doing was really an adultery, which should not happen.

Cautioning me aside, when Ma met Kajal, she was very pleased: Kajal touched both my parents’ feet and spoke in very civil manner. She also felt sad for her that such a well mannered and woman had to work in other people’s house because of poverty. They became instant friends. It is worth noting that there is not much age difference between Ma and Kajal. Ma was probably only three years older than her. She found it funny when Kajal would address her as ‘Ma ji’ and me as ‘bhaiya’. One evening, since I had gone too long without feeding, when Kajal came inside my room for cleaning, I caught hold of her hand started to fuss with her blouse. I knew Kajal too must be hurting; she had started to make more milk since I started to feed, so it must have been difficult for her too. I knew she wanted to do it too but was worried about what Ma would say.

While we were discussing and debating in hushed manner about what will Ma ji think, Ma came inside the room and said,

“Kajal beta, please feed him. I have already told this idiot that I do not object to what you do… and I know your breasts too must be hurting now. So, it is okay.”

“See, it is okay!” I emphatically repeated what Ma said to Kajal and proceeded to hastily unbutton her blouse.

Poor Kajal could do nothing but to sit helplessly and sometimes laugh shyly and other times hide her face behind her hands, as I breastfed from her and Ma watched with great amusement. Indeed, Kajal was hurting. I used to take about 3-4 minutes to empty her one breast of milk, but that day I took close to eight minutes. To make Kajal comfortable, Ma removed her blouse, started to massage her neck and near her shoulder blades, and engaged her in little chit-chat, as if it was one of most ordinary thing to do under the circumstances. Slowly, Kajal relaxed.

“Kajal beta, I am so thankful to you that you take such good care of my son.” Ma said kissing her forehead. It was her real affection. I sometimes wonder whether Ma could ever get angry over anything!

“Ma ji… I have not met anyone like you in my whole life. You are so affectionate. It is not surprising that bhaiya too is so affectionate and so pure in heart.”

Hearing my praise, I started to suckle with enthusiasm, which may have hurt her.

“Aaaoooo… but Ma ji, recently, he has become a badmash (naughty)…” Kajal complained pleasantly.

I pressed a bit hard on her nipple; Kajal winced.

“Badmash? Kaise (how)?” Ma asked.

I was wearing a pajama with an elastic band on the waist. Kajal knew I was not wearing anything underneath. She slipped it down. I could not have imagined that Kajal could any such thing, so, I was not ready for it. I was erect.

“Ye dekhiye (See this)!”

“Ye? Ohhh! Ha ha!” Ma laughed, “Tum to sach me bade ho gaye beta (You have really grown, son)!”

Ma came close to me to have a closer inspection. After some time, she playfully slapped my one buttock.

“He became a badmash because of you, beta. But I would request you to kindly keep doing what you two are doing. I will keep you safe.”

Later Ma told me that after meeting Kajal she understood why I liked her so much. She told me that she would protect me and Kajal both before anything bad could happen. But she also added that I must find a girlfriend who is unattached.