Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

"May I see it?"

He merely declared and playfully tried to pry open the slit. Gabi was wet! This entire stripping act made her juice up, even though she did not consciously want to. The result was that even though we had not yet started to take a bath, Gabi was dripping wet down there. Sunil, just as I did once, teased open the outer lips of her vagina, revealing a beautiful, pinkish peach colored inside. Gabi crimped her opening in nervousness. But Sunil was determined. Using his finger and thumb, he kept her opening open, and stroked up and down the revealed slit.

Gabi started to tremble - her eyes shut. I wonder how she could still stand. As if working under his instruction, Gabi finally gave in and parted her legs, giving him more access to do what he wanted to. Finding the little opening, he gently pushed his finger inside. Her tight wet tunnel expanded a bit to let it slip in. Gabi let out a deep sigh.

"S...s..st..op p..p..lee…" she stammered.

"Don’t tease Didi, Sunil." his mother admonished him. She herself was drinking in the sight of Gabi’s juicy vagina.

"Sorry Ma!" Sunil grinned. "It gripped me! It gripped me very hard. It is very tight." he declared, not knowing what ‘it’ really was.

Gabi was almost devastated at his shameless declaration. She glared at Sunil.

"No this for you anymore…" she managed, in a weak voice, indicating her breasts and made a face at Sunil by sticking her tongue out.

"Sorry Didi. I won’t do it again." Sunil apologized in a hopeful voice.

"You better not, young man! That is not for you to do..."

That was extremely loaded and suggestive sentence that Gabi said. Kajal smiled at it. Sunil again was as confused as ever. I on the other hand wondered if Gabi’s vagina was that tight, then it would really hurt Gabi when we will do it for the first time. What was happening?

"You be very careful…" Kajal cautioned me. Her voice trailed off before finishing.

But both Gabi and I understood what she wanted to say. The bathing then started. Sunil's was the first turn. Kajal took soap and applied on his tiny penis, slipped its foreskin back to clean it properly; next it was my turn. After bathing me fully, she tried to push back the foreskin just like she did to Sunil, did the same to me - only problem was that slipping my foreskin back was not an easy task to accomplish when the cock was erect. So, she applied some soap on my length, gripped it and moved her hand over it till I relented (and that happened sooner than I expected) and spat my seeds (which was more like just a few drops at that juncture) on the wet bathroom floor. Sunil watched with interest as my rigid, erect cock gradually became soft and subsided down to almost his size. He must have missed the ejaculation part, otherwise he would have asked question.

He did not make much of the ejaculation, however, when, out of curiosity, he looked at the softer version and was amazed how something so hard and rigid could turn so soft and supple in no time. He was also amazed to observe how something so frightening, quickly reduced itself to the size not too big than his. I am sure he learned a lot of things about the human body that day. Except for Sunil, the three of us were feeling extreme sexual tension. We did not say much while taking a bath, but Kajal happily explored our privates. Kajal quickly bathed me, and then proceeded to bathe Gabi. Sunil asked why she was referring to Gabi as ‘Didi’, as she was his Didi.

"Okay baba! She is your Didi and he is your Bhaiya. You all are my children... Okay? It is all good. And my children will obey me… Sunil, what you were doing earlier, is not something that someone does to his Didi… okay?" somehow Kajal excused herself from his questions.

She then started to bathe her. I noticed that Kajal’s clothes too were drenched from all this washing and bathing three people in that small space. So, while she was giving Gabi a bath, I started to strip her down. I also noticed that Kajal spend rather more time on Gabi’s breasts - murmuring how gori she was etc. and then started to wash her down there. She did that very gently. Gabi again closed her eyes. Her own sexual hunger was palpable. She was getting a lot of sex before we found each other, but since then, zilch.

As Kajal applied soap on her nether region, Gabi started to shake and arch in excitement; she started to moan softly, prompting Sunil to exclaim that his mother was probably hurting Didi. To that Kajal replied that it was because Didi liked how she was ‘cleaning’ her. She continued to stroke the entire slit, especially the clitoris until Gabi attained an amazing and satisfying orgasm. It was so powerful that her knees turned wobbly and she fell on her knees. I was standing near her watching with interest. I do not know what prompted me, but I knew that she was going to fall and as Gabi began to collapse, I quickly grabbed her breaking the fall. She did not seem to notice - she was still enjoying the sweet, heady feeling of her climax. So, I let her sit on the floor itself.

Finally, it was Kajal’s turn. I thought it was a shame that all of us could not see her naked yet. So, I helped her out of them. She was acting shy to be naked in front of Sunil. But then it would not have been fair, for all of us were in the same state of nakedness. So, very soon Kajal too was as naked as all three of us were. Sunil could not stop himself from comparing the two women. His mother’s anatomy was same as Gabi’s, so he could get a confirmation of what he learned only a few minutes ago. He was also aware of the differences between the two women. His mother had bigger breasts, bigger (or must I use the word, obvious) vagina, and wider buttocks as compared to those of Didi. Kajal’s pussy lips were fatter, while Gabi’s were thinner. If not pried open, Gabi’s vagina was not much more than a long, tightly closed slit, which was not the case with Kajal. Her lips were fat, and mons was visible outside, more like pouting lips. Still, for a woman, who had had two children, she looked much more than perfect!

 

[avsji]

Around then, I asked Sunil who he would like to suckle, to which he replied saying his mother. Not a bad choice at all - even I would have loved to do exactly that. Gabi had enough scope to develop on that front! After the bath, all of us came out of the bathroom, naked and wet. Kajal clearly was enjoying this whole motherly care-taking thing, especially now that there was a mix of sexual excitement too. She quickly wiped Sunil dry and then proceeded to wipe me dry as well.

Gabi wiped herself. Once done, Sunil playfully bounced in the entire house, not really caring about the fact that he was still naked, while his mother was wiping me. After it was done, she then proceeded to wipe herself. All this was done in less than ten minutes. Now came the clothing part. I was in no mood to wear any, so I simply pulled Kajal towards me, who was equally naked in arms, and started to feed on her delicious breasts, and my hands got busy with her pussy, playing with its folds, teasing her clitoris and measuring its depth.

Gabi on the other hand saw me doing it with Kajal for the first time, so, clearly, she too was very excited to see that scene unfolding in front of her. She decided to observe… probably to evaluate how I made love, and what to expect. She had worn panties to have some semblance of modesty. While I was busy with the job at hand and mouth, Sunil came inside the room. His bouncing stopped immediately as he saw me nursing his mother.

"Nnnnnoooooo…" he wailed, "let go of her…" and grabbing his mother from behind, tried to pull her away.

"Sunil, honey" this was Kajal, her voice was very unsteady from all the ministrations that she was receiving, "did you not suckle Didi? So, it is right for Bhaiya to suckle me…" I mean there was no logic to her argument.

"Nnnoooo…" then he thought for some time, "I did not suckle Didi."

"You did." this time, it was Gabi.

"Noooo… I didn’t."

"Then go and do it." Kajal managed to say.

To this Gabi exclaimed, "Didi! How can you tell him like that?!"

But Kajal was not listening - she had closed her eyes and was enjoying my sucking. Gabi resigned, "He has already done so much to me that only my husband should do… Do you understand this mister?" this last bit was directed at me.

"I will honey! Just wait for our wedding day. You will remember it." I winked and went back to what I was doing.

Gabi shook her head and let Sunil touch her breast. During night, Sunil was asleep, so he had no recollection of that experience, but right now, his experience was for real. I remember Sunil asking her permission to suck her nipples. Gabi held one breast up for him and told him that he could feed on it. He promptly did. I am sure the boy enjoyed it... for his compliment was extremely positive,

"Ummm…" as if relishing the taste, "Didi, it is so soft… and sweet. Like kishmish! No no… not kishmish... like kalakand!"

At this comment I looked askance at Gabi; she was smiling down and encouraging him as he took more licks. Sunil took longer and longer licks. Gabi’s breathing had become oddly deep and pleasurable, as the boy kept on it. I am sure Sunil too came to understand that she enjoyed his mouth and tongue on her. Gabi later told Sunil that licking her boobs was very, very personal and that he should never let anyone know about this. He readily agreed. Gabi and Kajal both were greatly pleased and surprised at his ready complicity in our naughty game.

"We will do it again later, okay?" Gabi said, holding Sunil’s entire penis and testes in her warm hand. "But do not tell anyone else, honey. Now, let us get you dressed."

I was sure hard as hell in no time. I now wonder how that happened to me. I mean having so many erections in such short time spans - that was amazing! Even I could not believe what was happening to me. Gabi was in for a torrid sex-life, and that was for sure! I could wait and hold no longer. I sat at the edge of the bed and helped Kajal sit in my lap and in doing so I held my penis in my hand so that it penetrated her as she sat on me. Two pairs of eyes saw us doing that. It was amazing to make love to a beautiful woman when you have an audience. I started fucking her in slow, deliberate motion. It is funny that we tried to make our lovemaking as discreet as possible, that is not making much sound, despite having a captive audience. It was exciting… in a sinister manner.

Best part was that both the spectators envied us. Sunil understood that whatever was transpiring there was something special - as special as his own experiences were that day. He also understood that what his mother was experiencing with me, was very special for her too. She was very happy that day and what was being done with her must have contributed to her happiness.

Our spectators looked down where Kajal and I were locked, his vaginal opening was stretched and my penis moved in and out of it, slowly. Sunil observed how I was feasting on Kajal’s breasts and must have decided to do the same. He explored more of Gabi’s flesh around her nipples. She was only able to make Sunil wear his shirt so far. He wiggled his face down so that her nipple grazed his cheek. He reached up and kissed the tasteful bud. That brought Gabi back to Sunil.

"There…" she whispered, "you are at it again…"

Sunil happily started to suck. His playful hand drifted to Gabi’s panties. There was no pretense in what he wanted to do. He slid his hand inside her panties and reached his destination. He had explored her slit while taking bath and thought that he could still do it.

"No… just suck…"

But he did not relent and continued to stroke over the tightly concealed slit of her vagina. Gabi got tired of his persistence, so, she adjusted herself to allow him to do what he wanted. But apparently, it was only a game for him. Soon, he got bored and sat beside her. Gabi lovingly kissed his cheeks and caressed his penis. He walked near us and noticed where and how his mother and I were joined. He understood that it was something intimate, something that should be kept a secret and something that he will not forget for a long time to come. I was already trembling in excitement. I do not think I ejaculated anything inside her - this session did not last even for more than ten minutes, but by far, it was the most exciting and gratifying. I loved it. She loved it.

 

[masfin007]

Bhai next update kab aaega..can't wait. Jaldi karo yaar

 

[avsji]

Bhai next update kab aaega..can't wait. Jaldi karo yaar

Patience my friend, patience!

 

[masfin007]

Bhagwan kripa barsaooooooooo

 

[masfin007]

Bhai tu thik to hai naa.......

 

[avsji]

Bhai tu thik to hai naa.......

बिलकुल ठीक हूँ। काम बहुत है।
कहानी लिखना काम नहीं है। उससे रोज़ी रोटी नहीं मिलती।

 

[avsji]

Once we were done, Gabi, Sunil and I took turns to feed from Kajal. She obliged all three of us with much grace. I do not know what and how she felt then. Poor woman was naked for almost two hours before we left her. Finally, she was able to wear clothes. We were so satisfied - all of us. We were so happy. I took all of us to a good restaurant and had our lunch and then we dropped Kajal at her home and gave her the rest of the day off, although she did not want it.

In the evening, Ma called me saying that the date of the wedding was fixed in two weeks from that day. That was very short notice, but the good thing was that all my family was near my native place, so it was very easy for them to come over. Once my mother had decided on something, she made sure that it would happen. In the night, Gabi and I slept together, naked. I was extremely satisfied having mated with Kajal for so many times that day; and while Gabi was left mostly high and dry, she was happy that I had my fun with Kajal. She also told me that what she experienced with Sunil was special. Gabi told me that breastfeeding Sunil that day made her want to become a mother, a thought that she previously dreaded.

With this, an extremely exciting day had ended!


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The days building up to our wedding went like a whirlwind! Wise people had told me that the time building towards marriage can be emotionally very overpowering, and how true they were! I told Gabi that since we did not have a lot of time, we will do quick shopping for the marriage. Gabi replied that Ma was already taking care of everything. When I spoke with her, Ma confirmed it saying that both she and Dad were coming over. I was very relieved. It was good. Gabi and I alone could not have done most of it.

Dad and Ma did everything to fulfill our wishes. They wanted a grand celebration, but also respected the fact that Gabi and I wanted a quiet, close, and warm wedding, with just a few of the closest family and friends present. They found a location too. In our ancestral village, there was a centuries old Shiva-Parvati temple. People believed that it was built around three and a half centuries ago. The Archaeological Survey of India [ASI] confirmed this assessment. The temple was highly regarded by the locals as a temple where wishes are granted. It was recently renovated by the local people, with money sourced from charitable donations. For renovation, they used almost the same building materials that were used to build the temple in the first place. Since the temple had been in the state of disrepair for a long time, it was safe to assume that ours would be the first wedding in a long time in the illustrious history of that temple, and probably the first stance when two people, from totally different countries, traditions, language and culture would tie the marital knot!

Although Gabi and I wanted to have a simple wedding, a wish granted by my parents, they got us agreed on throwing a grand reception - mostly because we could easily afford it and would make a good spectacle and also will be a joyous affair for the entire village. Ma wanted to have Gabi as her daughter-in-law as soon as possible. That was the reason for a quick date. We have an ancestral property in the village - a house, basically, a farmhouse that my great-grandfather built. No one lived there anymore, after my grandfather passed away a few years back. It was an old farmhouse. Unlike many houses in the village, it was primarily constructed using stones and bricks. Its roofing was done using khaprail bricks and was thatched. The wood used was still in healthy condition and would have stayed that way for the next fifty years or so. This house had four rooms all the same size: three of them were at the ground floor, and one was at the top. The one at the top had rather large roof. In the season, the fruiting creepers of bottle-gourd or pumpkin could be easily seen up to the roof. There was one storeroom to keep food grains and other supplies, one kitchen, an open courtyard (aangan) in the center which allowed open air and light. Overall a very good house; the building itself was a strong construction, considering its age and nominal decay. As is the case with most of the old buildings, the house was cool in summer and warm in winter.

But this house had several limitations - there was no provision for in-house toilet. Dad got one built a few years ago - just adjacent to the house; however, it was outside of the house in the front yard. Kitchen was small but was well-lit during the day. The problem with the kitchen was that it had no gas connection yet, and there was a wood fired chulha. These chulhas had a major issue - they caused lot of smoke. So, the person cooking there was exposed to major health risk. So recently a kerosene stove was also brought in… although it was not much used. Originally, there was difficulty with having an in-house water system, but Dad got a rainwater harvesting system built and got a handpump installed inside the house. Now there was no need to go out to the well and pull water. In fact, the whole house was well lit and airy, because it was built when there was no concept of electricity. Although our village and house were connected to electricity presently, the supply was erratic at best. You could not rely on it.

But then, you give some, and you lose some. Who needed electricity in such a beautiful place anyway? The air was clean, water was pure, food was fresh and tasty, life there was simple and laid-back, and people there still did not worry much about the modern things. So, all was great! Soon, we packed our bags and five of us - Gabi, Kajal, Sunil, Latika and I set out for our ancestral village in a car. It was not too far - just about 12 hours’ drive! As such it did not matter, but considering that I was the only driver, things sometimes became a bit tiring. But then, both ladies made sure that I was well taken care of while I was driving. When I was tired towards late evening, I stopped the car off the main road, inside a thickly wooded area, to stretch and relax a bit. During that break of close to one hour, I was made to sleep and then was woken up to some tea to again resume driving. Overall, we had a really great time driving through wide highways, narrow town lanes, and misty farms and finally reached our village.

 

[avsji]

The wedding was scheduled to take place early morning just after two days. It is amusing that I was kept in a separate room for the next two days and was not allowed to see Gabi! How more ridiculous could it be? But then, it was a village, a small one at that, and people, who were already immensely curious about the gori bahu, would not be able to take further shock, had they see us together even before the wedding! So, I obliged, and usually stayed away from the ladies, or kept to myself in my room - reading books or enjoying the generous hospitality of people there.

Winter is an awesome season in North India. Weather aside, the food in this season too feels healthier. That is why so many people from north say that the winters are the time to build good health. So many wonderful vegetables – green and otherwise come during these months. I thoroughly enjoyed the simple but vibrant preparation of my village… aloo bharta, baingan bharta, chooni ki roti, sarson ka saag, nimona, kachori, jalebi, boondi laddoo, etc. that were offered to me. People would meet and greet me when I walked the narrow paths of the village. I liked it there and thought that Gabi and I could stay there after our wedding, at least for a few days before returning to the city. But during this time, I could not see Gabi!

Finally, the wedding day arrived. It was a cold morning. The temple was about half a kilometer away from our house. I wanted to look good in my elaborately stitched and embroidered kurta, so I had already packed thermal lining to protect me from cold. I was comfortable overall, but I still felt a bit cold. I was to arrive after Gabi had reached temple for a few pujas. A couple of my close friends had come to attend the wedding, and they accompanied me to the temple. Such important life events become happy occasions when you have loving and caring people to share with! The priest performed aarti and some puja when I arrived and then let me sit next to Gabi. And that is when I noticed her for the first time in two days.

Gabi’s fair body was nicely decorated with henna - her whole arm was covered with dark, reddish-brown color of henna. The henna seemed to scream out of her skin! I am sure that similar decoration was done on her feet and ankle too. She wore deep red (almost maroon) and golden colored bangles and jewelry such as necklaces, earrings, and my engagement ring. Her dark auburn hair was tied into a bun and parted in the middle. A deep red colored bindi dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined with kohl. Beautiful earrings hung from her earlobes. Around her neck, she wore her gold chain bearing a cross and an Indian styled necklace. Soon, there would also be a mangalsutra. Her ring finger was studded with my ring. Around her midriff, there was a thin gold girdle (that was what Gabi got with her from Brazil) riding high on her waist. She was wearing the sari-blouse set that we bought. It was snug fit; her breasts were squeezed together in a sexy cleavage. Tied low under her belly was the saree that revealed her sexy navel. Even though, she was slim, her body was curved like an hourglass and her attire and decoration only enhanced her beauty.

To protect her from the cold weather, she was covered in a pashmina shawl, which was gifted by a village elder - it was an expensive gift and showed how much the people here loved us. All in all, Gabi looked luxurious… almost queenly in her preparation. I was feeling pale in her comparison - wearing just an elaborate kurta that had a lot of embroidery, with a crimson red stole and churidar pajama. Not much! But then, it was Gabi’s day all along. Everyone was interested in her, and everyone gathered to just to have a look at her!

Inside the temple, it was comfortable - there was a havan-kund in the middle that (thankfully) kept us nicely warm. I don’t know in detail what all pujas that we performed, and mantras we sang. That is interesting about Indian weddings - the participants have absolutely no clue as to what they are doing. But the gist is just that - the bride and the groom pledge before God that they will respect and love each other, and that they will support each other through the thick and thins of life. Husband takes the oath that he will protect the wife and the family and provide for them. The wife takes the oath that she will obey her husband and be ever faithful to him. She also promises to be the good nurturer. Essentially, all things required to keep a good, healthy family running. During the wedding process, I applied hot orange colored vermilion in her forehead, tied mangalsutra around her neck, and slipped toe-rings (bichhiya) in her toes... and then after a few more mantras, we were married! We had finally overcome all the emotional ups and downs and were now one. For this life and all the lives to come!

 

[avsji]

"Como voce se sente, meu bem (How do you feel, my love)?" I asked, in Portuguese.

"…apaixonar… (feeling in love) inteiro (whole)!" Gabi smiled. "Eu estou tao feliz (I am so happy.)" she touched my hand tenderly. She was extremely emotional. I could feel her emotions just from that touch. The corners of her eyes were a little wet.

I smiled. "Como se sente o seu coração? (How does your heart feel?)"

"Muito feliz! Deleitado! (Very happy! Delighted!)"

"Como se sente o seu estômago? (How does your stomach feel?)"

"Com fome! (Hungry!)" she was now smiling at my text-book Portuguese. Yes, the morning wedding required us to be fasting. Was it some kind of a punishment for the bride and the groom? I don’t know. But I hoped that we were given some food pretty soon.

"E, sua buceta? (and, your pussy?)", I teased.

"Molhada... estou molhada (I am wet)", her voice trembled.

I smiled and spoke in her ear,

"Just save it honey… control… just for just a little more time. We do not want any tell-tale damp patches on your saree. Do we?" I whispered; I was getting excited by her admission.

Gabi just giggled.

"Como esta a sua moco? (How is your little boy?)", she was referring to my penis.

"Pronto para coito com o seu garota. (Ready to fuck his little girl)", I could manage in my limited vocabulary. My voice became hoarse.

"I know honey!" Gabi said seriously, "I know! I am yours now. I was your even before, but I waited for so long just for today. Oh! How I waited for so long! And I am happy that I waited this long. It is a beautiful wedding… so many beautiful people around us! So much love! This is what I wanted, without even knowing! But that is it! I am yours. Take me whenever and however you want to! Everything that I have is yours… I am yours."

After the wedding was over, we touched the feet of the elders present there – and was like almost the entire village – to take their blessings! And then we walked back home - hand in hand; our first walk as husband and wife. A few people had come to the house to congratulate us, and we humbly and gratefully met all of them. Gabi could understand some Hindi, but the dialects in villages change so much that it was difficult even for me to understand! In the meantime, a delicious and wide selection of food was brought for us. It was simple, but tasty and wholesome affair. We were hungry, yes, but we could not eat a lot. I think it was the calorie content in the food. The next couple of days were going to be almost festival like for this little village, with similar preparation for at least once each day. After we had finished, Kajal took our hands, and guided to ‘our’ room.

Unknown to us, Kajal was busy preparing and decorating the room for our first copulation. The room and the bed were beautifully decorated with sweet smelling marigold, wild roses, jasmine, rajnigandha (tuberose) and Parijat (harsingar) (Night-flowering Jasmine) flowers. She had also lit some incense sticks - the effect of all this was that the whole room was heavy with sweet smell. The bed was covered with fresh bedsheet and a new blanket. I could never thank that lady enough! Without her, I will always feel lost. She seated Gabi on the bed and kissed her forehead before leaving. While leaving, she closed the door behind her - now no one would disturb us. So, we finally got our private time… our First Night… only that it was not a night. It was basically mid-day, perhaps little after 1pm in the afternoon. Who cares? In the night, it would be difficult to drink Gabi’s beauty, considering the sorry state of electricity supply and, I wanted to see her butt-naked for our first ‘coito’.