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The first story might be a drag for many, I wanted you to know the characters well, only then I think one can feel their dilemma, so please have the patience because I assure you that after the initial toll it shall be sex all over. Hope you enjoy.
Devki:
Devki have just woken up from her afternoon nap, stretching her hands, a lazy yawn, still craving for a bit more nap that she had yearning for the past 18 years. The age 45 was just a number for her sinuous body, thanks to her morning jog, a bit of yoga and well-coordinated dieting routine. All the drowsy mood of her sleep needed just a glance at the mirror to cheer her up.
Life had been a long struggle, the avoidings, the cheating, the divorce, the loneliness, the helplessness, the age and the no experience shading black in her resume. It took a long time and perseverance. Her culinary skills had saved her. It started off with cheap snacks, then to cakes and then to bakers. She didn’t need a mirror anymore. A look around at her well-arranged, tidy new house was all that she need to smile and be proud of herself. She had defied all odds of her life. From a voluptuous, fat, lazy lady to a medium fit, smart, agile woman. From a beaten up, depended wife to a strong, willed divorcee. Every piece of puzzle have fallen right to where it should be. Almost every piece…
Mahesh:
The car was parked at the same spot and she at the driving spot in her white t-shirt and a cap. Why the cap? Frank be told, the cap was what gave her out. Or else she would have been just another staff or guest lecturer or even a student taking her time enjoying the men playing their games. But she wasn’t there for the game. She seem to be spying on him. Weird thought.
Mahesh wasn’t in his best of days and it was seen in his game. Basketball was his court and that’s what brought him this college. But today he was fumbling at the court and he had to take off early. Sitting on stands, he could think of nothing else than Dhruv.
He hated him, sure. But he didn’t want to beat him down. Dhruv was nothing but a nerd, a pampered child still finding his place in the outside world. Mahesh despised such ones. But in Dhruv, Mahesh felt a part of him caring. A self-centred fool. Mahesh knew that. And he wasn’t going to lend him his help for free, the authority had to be in him and Dhruv had to respect him for that. The scenario but left out of his hand when his pothead friends decided to beat him up when he shied away from saluting him. ‘Come on kid, its just a salute and there’s none else here’ Mahesh wanted to call out to his classmate.
Mahesh looked back at the parking lot and saw the bruised kid entering the white lady’s car in silence. The car that had come everyday… The lady who studied him every day… Yes she knew it…
Devki:
The red wine played the role of a therapist. It soothed her, a light escape from reality. She wasn’t an alcoholic, just an occasional drinker. Today had been one of that day. An unmade promise was broken. Everyday her son came whining of his days at his college, she consoled herself in that belief that he never lay a finger on her child. She trusted her instinct. She thought he knew. It was not the first time she sat at her car gazing at him. She had come before, and his movements, temperaments, friendly hangouts enriched her trust. The kid was a harmless one, commanding but caring, sort of someone her son needed. But he never knew how much she had trusted in him…
Mahesh:
It was 7pm and the alley was busy with people. Mahesh took a moment in front the door, a deep breath. He has do it. For his studies, his parents and even more for his conscience. He rang the bell. It didn’t much time for a lady who looked about 35 age in her t-shirt and long skirt to open the door.
‘Come in’ she said. A formal introduction was not needed. A momentary glance was all both needed.
Taking off his shoes, Mahesh stepped in. He looked around hoping Dhruv wasn’t here. He didn’t want to face him. The apology was not meant for him. It was for her. She studied him, she trusted him and he failed. Sometimes you don’t have to talk, the wind and the glances becomes a moderator.
He saw the red wine in the wine glass placed on the front table in front of the couch facing the television. It was quite a big living room from where you could see the second floor balcony which seem to extend to some others. Dhruv’s room most probably.
‘Sit, tea or coffee or something else?’
‘No, nothing… or a glass of water please’
Devki:
Something in her was excited. Must be the wine. She was elated. Her instincts had been right. The kid was just as she knew. As he gulped a full glass of water she knew what was coming. He was sorry. It had been some sort of mistake. He narrated the whole episode. From the first day of college, when her son smirked at him when he knew that his admission had not been from his entrance ranks, the day when he went to befriend her son but was dismissed away in disgust, her son’s attempt to curtail his internal marks by pointing out his attendance proxies. He only wanted to talk.
Devki sat still. It was a lot, but it explained a lot. His lack of friends, his silence, that part of genes that was his father. The silent crooked mind, that spineless bastard. She hated him.
The silence lurked around. Now it was her turn. He is seeking her reply and she had none. She glided forward and hugged and the wine tinged her senses as she planted a kiss on his cheek.
Mahesh:
As her wet lips plunged his cheek, he could feel a whole silence change and hear just his heartbeats. Everything else seem to have mute, until she asked.
‘Do you want a glass of wine?’
If the sex stories he had read had been right, this was the moment and a glass of wine would surely help him for this. He nodded.
Devki had a smile on her face as she stood up from her couch and went to kitchen for her wine.
‘Where is Dhruv?’ he asked. He had to tear apart every obstacles. The beats felt harder as he thought of every possibilities that could ruin this moment. He took out his phone and messaged his roommate.
Might stay late at Uncle’s house. No need to check up for me. Send and put his phone to silent mode.
‘He’s upstairs, study time, I guess.’ She replied as she came back with wine and handed it over to him.
He frowned. This might not be going the way he had planned. Usually, the friend should be out, partying, trip, date or a stay over. But come on, this is Dhruv, he never goes out and stay over is out of question. He shouldn’t have had his hope up that soon. The message was unnecessary. He should be leaving the house soon and now he has to make up a story to tell his roommate. Life is not a 100m race, it is a marathon. The opportunity shall take its time and today too he shall stay a virgin.
‘But he won’t be down by 9. That’s his dinner time and like a clock he lives, so… don’t worry about him’ Her hands were on his thighs by then.
Oh my god, 100m race, it is…
Devki:
Boy he is not, he really is a man. The thick hard rod between his thighs said so. She moved forward to face him. Their eyes met, and they filled with lust. She could feel his breath, through his nose and as well his mouth. His heartbeat synced with that breath. As she moved closer, the rhythm paced, they were just an inch apart and her left hand could feel his throbbing cock. His trembling hand seeking her breast. His fear drove her. The bully is weak after all. The strong muscular boy who could dribble past any opponents in his court was limping before her. Sweat finding its course of flow from his forehead, lips drooling and eyes bulged with lust or fear.
She maintained the distance as such, just an inch from his lips. Her hands moved upward till it found his zip. The kid gained some courage as his moved his hand and stationed it on her shoulder. She should have worn a sleeveless, she regretted now but as he unzipped and his cock stood up stretching his inners, she felt her lips curve into a smile. The pant button removed and the underwear stretched down, she saw his cock, making a slight to and fro motion from the removal. His grip on her shoulder got harder as her fingers with her long nails glided past his cock downwards searching for those balls hiding between those thick hairs. She closed their distance and her lips met his dry lip.
Mahesh:
His first kiss. A subtle touch of their lips, slow as they turned their heads themselves, their tongues met, sharing their wine taste, their dripping saliva.
Engulfed in her mouth, he had forgotten about his naked cock till he felt her left fingers curling around it. His left hand searching through her neck and right moving downward. Should he course it back and caress that round ass or move it down between her thighs where he could her wet skirt, his hand stayed at that curve of her belly, the love handles. They were still seated on the couch and the position was quite a difficult as well an awkward one. Again, she made the move, their lips parts, a droll hanging between them like a thin rope bridge clinging on to them until it felt apart.
She stood up from her seat to face him front and leaned over, her cleavage stationed in level of his eyes and touched his forehead with her index nail. Another rivulet of seat had formed on his forehead and had started to flow from the top. She raced the sweat with her finger, cruising through his curves, his nose, his lips where they opened, his chin, his neck and then she shifted it down to hold the cock waiting for her touch again. She knelt before him and stroked that cock up and down.
Devki:
The boy was gripping on the couch as she stroked his cock. A soft moan leaving from his mouth, eyes close with pleasure, the pleasure of orgasm. Precum oozing out from his throbbing cock as the skin stretched apart and the flesh popped up. She stroked again and again in rhythm, the boy with his eyes filled with tear looking down at her cleavage seeking for its warmth. He wanted more, so does she. She brought her face closer to his cock, rolled her lips into an O and glanced back at him. Maintaining that eyesight, she breathed out through her mouth to his cock, making him feel the closeness of her lips to his cock.
Pleasure was mounting on Mahesh and he was about to cum and that’s when her nasty side came out. She let off his cock and apart from his cock, her breath now away from him.
Mahesh:
He wanted to cry out at the woman. But the sense of place and situation was not suited for shout. It make startle Dhruv and he may come down and witness his classmate with his cock pulled out in front of his mother, awaiting her blowjob.
‘Please…’ that was all he could beg.
She reached out her index finger and placed it on his throbbing cock. She wants something.
‘Would you beat up my child again?’
‘No. I didn’t and I never will… Please…’
‘Please what?’
‘Please… Keep going…’ Oh woman, I shall have my revenge on you, he wanted to shout out loud.
He saw that smile, the erotic smile, filled with triumph.
‘Would you let anyone harm my child again?’
That’s when it knocked on him. This was not a punishment, she wanted him and she shall have it. He leaned over and pulled up chin and said looking straight on to her eyes.
‘I won’t… I wouldn’t let anyone touch him… I will be by his side, like his guardian… I will guide him, correct him, help him and make him the man you want… but now, I want you, only you…’
Mahesh didn’t know how that words came out. It could be the escalated pleasure or was it her charm but it felt good, to be a man for a woman, to be sought by a woman. He leaned more forward and planted a kiss on her lips and leaned back on the couch as she continued her stroke, he couldn’t hold more.
Devki:
The kid was panting, but his words were strong. He knew what she wanted, a man, and that he was. As she stroke his manhood she could feel a part of her lunging forward and have it inside of her. 18 years of exile, her pussy deserved to mate. The man and his tool seem worth that wait, but a glance at the clock, 8:45, how fast the time goes, Dhruv will be down soon. She started to stroke faster. Come on kid. Splash it all over my face, let me see that cum. The kid also seem to have taken note of the time and didn’t go much longer as he arched forward and splashed all over her, some seem to stained her hair as well.
‘Its late, Dhruv will be down soon.’ She said as rolled the cum over her fingers and took a taste of it.
Mahesh didn’t reply. This wasn’t he had in his mind but even his silence seem to be turn on for her. She lied on the couch as she watched him pull up his inners and his pant and then he kneeled in front of her. What does this kid have on his mind?
‘No. Its late. You should go.’ She said as he placed his hand on her thighs.
‘Yes, I know, but I just want to tell you that I will make up for this’
Yes, I know and I can’t wait, she wanted blurt out loud but she just nodded. A moment of silence and then she felt his hands sliding under her skirt and through her thighs.
‘What are you doing?’ His hands had reached her panties.
‘Can I have that? For the night?’
‘Seriously? You are going… again?’
‘Yep, you could make me go any many.’
She lifted her ass up as he relieved her from her panties.
He rolled it into his pocket and asked. ‘Do you want mine?’
Devki couldn’t reply. She didn’t know what to say but she did know that mischievous smile was carving it way on her face.
She didn’t need to reply because they couldn’t hear shuffling sounds from Dhruv’s room, they didn’t have much time but Mahesh came forward an pursed his lips on hers. One passionate good bye kiss that she will have to treasure till they meet again.
Dhruv was down by the time Mahesh had reached the door. Mahesh turned to Dhruv and said ‘Hi, I just came to apologise to Devki here about… what happened…’ and then to Devki he said ‘I know that you aren’t satisfied yet and that I have taken a part of you (tapping his pockets) but I give you my word that I will make it up to you even if I need kneel before you, I would and I am sorry’ and then with his head down and left. Devki knew that he was smirking down at his own smartness.
But her poor kid seem beaming with pride with that apology. Oh my son only if you knew…
Devki:
Devki have just woken up from her afternoon nap, stretching her hands, a lazy yawn, still craving for a bit more nap that she had yearning for the past 18 years. The age 45 was just a number for her sinuous body, thanks to her morning jog, a bit of yoga and well-coordinated dieting routine. All the drowsy mood of her sleep needed just a glance at the mirror to cheer her up.
Life had been a long struggle, the avoidings, the cheating, the divorce, the loneliness, the helplessness, the age and the no experience shading black in her resume. It took a long time and perseverance. Her culinary skills had saved her. It started off with cheap snacks, then to cakes and then to bakers. She didn’t need a mirror anymore. A look around at her well-arranged, tidy new house was all that she need to smile and be proud of herself. She had defied all odds of her life. From a voluptuous, fat, lazy lady to a medium fit, smart, agile woman. From a beaten up, depended wife to a strong, willed divorcee. Every piece of puzzle have fallen right to where it should be. Almost every piece…
Mahesh:
The car was parked at the same spot and she at the driving spot in her white t-shirt and a cap. Why the cap? Frank be told, the cap was what gave her out. Or else she would have been just another staff or guest lecturer or even a student taking her time enjoying the men playing their games. But she wasn’t there for the game. She seem to be spying on him. Weird thought.
Mahesh wasn’t in his best of days and it was seen in his game. Basketball was his court and that’s what brought him this college. But today he was fumbling at the court and he had to take off early. Sitting on stands, he could think of nothing else than Dhruv.
He hated him, sure. But he didn’t want to beat him down. Dhruv was nothing but a nerd, a pampered child still finding his place in the outside world. Mahesh despised such ones. But in Dhruv, Mahesh felt a part of him caring. A self-centred fool. Mahesh knew that. And he wasn’t going to lend him his help for free, the authority had to be in him and Dhruv had to respect him for that. The scenario but left out of his hand when his pothead friends decided to beat him up when he shied away from saluting him. ‘Come on kid, its just a salute and there’s none else here’ Mahesh wanted to call out to his classmate.
Mahesh looked back at the parking lot and saw the bruised kid entering the white lady’s car in silence. The car that had come everyday… The lady who studied him every day… Yes she knew it…
Devki:
The red wine played the role of a therapist. It soothed her, a light escape from reality. She wasn’t an alcoholic, just an occasional drinker. Today had been one of that day. An unmade promise was broken. Everyday her son came whining of his days at his college, she consoled herself in that belief that he never lay a finger on her child. She trusted her instinct. She thought he knew. It was not the first time she sat at her car gazing at him. She had come before, and his movements, temperaments, friendly hangouts enriched her trust. The kid was a harmless one, commanding but caring, sort of someone her son needed. But he never knew how much she had trusted in him…
Mahesh:
It was 7pm and the alley was busy with people. Mahesh took a moment in front the door, a deep breath. He has do it. For his studies, his parents and even more for his conscience. He rang the bell. It didn’t much time for a lady who looked about 35 age in her t-shirt and long skirt to open the door.
‘Come in’ she said. A formal introduction was not needed. A momentary glance was all both needed.
Taking off his shoes, Mahesh stepped in. He looked around hoping Dhruv wasn’t here. He didn’t want to face him. The apology was not meant for him. It was for her. She studied him, she trusted him and he failed. Sometimes you don’t have to talk, the wind and the glances becomes a moderator.
He saw the red wine in the wine glass placed on the front table in front of the couch facing the television. It was quite a big living room from where you could see the second floor balcony which seem to extend to some others. Dhruv’s room most probably.
‘Sit, tea or coffee or something else?’
‘No, nothing… or a glass of water please’
Devki:
Something in her was excited. Must be the wine. She was elated. Her instincts had been right. The kid was just as she knew. As he gulped a full glass of water she knew what was coming. He was sorry. It had been some sort of mistake. He narrated the whole episode. From the first day of college, when her son smirked at him when he knew that his admission had not been from his entrance ranks, the day when he went to befriend her son but was dismissed away in disgust, her son’s attempt to curtail his internal marks by pointing out his attendance proxies. He only wanted to talk.
Devki sat still. It was a lot, but it explained a lot. His lack of friends, his silence, that part of genes that was his father. The silent crooked mind, that spineless bastard. She hated him.
The silence lurked around. Now it was her turn. He is seeking her reply and she had none. She glided forward and hugged and the wine tinged her senses as she planted a kiss on his cheek.
Mahesh:
As her wet lips plunged his cheek, he could feel a whole silence change and hear just his heartbeats. Everything else seem to have mute, until she asked.
‘Do you want a glass of wine?’
If the sex stories he had read had been right, this was the moment and a glass of wine would surely help him for this. He nodded.
Devki had a smile on her face as she stood up from her couch and went to kitchen for her wine.
‘Where is Dhruv?’ he asked. He had to tear apart every obstacles. The beats felt harder as he thought of every possibilities that could ruin this moment. He took out his phone and messaged his roommate.
Might stay late at Uncle’s house. No need to check up for me. Send and put his phone to silent mode.
‘He’s upstairs, study time, I guess.’ She replied as she came back with wine and handed it over to him.
He frowned. This might not be going the way he had planned. Usually, the friend should be out, partying, trip, date or a stay over. But come on, this is Dhruv, he never goes out and stay over is out of question. He shouldn’t have had his hope up that soon. The message was unnecessary. He should be leaving the house soon and now he has to make up a story to tell his roommate. Life is not a 100m race, it is a marathon. The opportunity shall take its time and today too he shall stay a virgin.
‘But he won’t be down by 9. That’s his dinner time and like a clock he lives, so… don’t worry about him’ Her hands were on his thighs by then.
Oh my god, 100m race, it is…
Devki:
Boy he is not, he really is a man. The thick hard rod between his thighs said so. She moved forward to face him. Their eyes met, and they filled with lust. She could feel his breath, through his nose and as well his mouth. His heartbeat synced with that breath. As she moved closer, the rhythm paced, they were just an inch apart and her left hand could feel his throbbing cock. His trembling hand seeking her breast. His fear drove her. The bully is weak after all. The strong muscular boy who could dribble past any opponents in his court was limping before her. Sweat finding its course of flow from his forehead, lips drooling and eyes bulged with lust or fear.
She maintained the distance as such, just an inch from his lips. Her hands moved upward till it found his zip. The kid gained some courage as his moved his hand and stationed it on her shoulder. She should have worn a sleeveless, she regretted now but as he unzipped and his cock stood up stretching his inners, she felt her lips curve into a smile. The pant button removed and the underwear stretched down, she saw his cock, making a slight to and fro motion from the removal. His grip on her shoulder got harder as her fingers with her long nails glided past his cock downwards searching for those balls hiding between those thick hairs. She closed their distance and her lips met his dry lip.
Mahesh:
His first kiss. A subtle touch of their lips, slow as they turned their heads themselves, their tongues met, sharing their wine taste, their dripping saliva.
Engulfed in her mouth, he had forgotten about his naked cock till he felt her left fingers curling around it. His left hand searching through her neck and right moving downward. Should he course it back and caress that round ass or move it down between her thighs where he could her wet skirt, his hand stayed at that curve of her belly, the love handles. They were still seated on the couch and the position was quite a difficult as well an awkward one. Again, she made the move, their lips parts, a droll hanging between them like a thin rope bridge clinging on to them until it felt apart.
She stood up from her seat to face him front and leaned over, her cleavage stationed in level of his eyes and touched his forehead with her index nail. Another rivulet of seat had formed on his forehead and had started to flow from the top. She raced the sweat with her finger, cruising through his curves, his nose, his lips where they opened, his chin, his neck and then she shifted it down to hold the cock waiting for her touch again. She knelt before him and stroked that cock up and down.
Devki:
The boy was gripping on the couch as she stroked his cock. A soft moan leaving from his mouth, eyes close with pleasure, the pleasure of orgasm. Precum oozing out from his throbbing cock as the skin stretched apart and the flesh popped up. She stroked again and again in rhythm, the boy with his eyes filled with tear looking down at her cleavage seeking for its warmth. He wanted more, so does she. She brought her face closer to his cock, rolled her lips into an O and glanced back at him. Maintaining that eyesight, she breathed out through her mouth to his cock, making him feel the closeness of her lips to his cock.
Pleasure was mounting on Mahesh and he was about to cum and that’s when her nasty side came out. She let off his cock and apart from his cock, her breath now away from him.
Mahesh:
He wanted to cry out at the woman. But the sense of place and situation was not suited for shout. It make startle Dhruv and he may come down and witness his classmate with his cock pulled out in front of his mother, awaiting her blowjob.
‘Please…’ that was all he could beg.
She reached out her index finger and placed it on his throbbing cock. She wants something.
‘Would you beat up my child again?’
‘No. I didn’t and I never will… Please…’
‘Please what?’
‘Please… Keep going…’ Oh woman, I shall have my revenge on you, he wanted to shout out loud.
He saw that smile, the erotic smile, filled with triumph.
‘Would you let anyone harm my child again?’
That’s when it knocked on him. This was not a punishment, she wanted him and she shall have it. He leaned over and pulled up chin and said looking straight on to her eyes.
‘I won’t… I wouldn’t let anyone touch him… I will be by his side, like his guardian… I will guide him, correct him, help him and make him the man you want… but now, I want you, only you…’
Mahesh didn’t know how that words came out. It could be the escalated pleasure or was it her charm but it felt good, to be a man for a woman, to be sought by a woman. He leaned more forward and planted a kiss on her lips and leaned back on the couch as she continued her stroke, he couldn’t hold more.
Devki:
The kid was panting, but his words were strong. He knew what she wanted, a man, and that he was. As she stroke his manhood she could feel a part of her lunging forward and have it inside of her. 18 years of exile, her pussy deserved to mate. The man and his tool seem worth that wait, but a glance at the clock, 8:45, how fast the time goes, Dhruv will be down soon. She started to stroke faster. Come on kid. Splash it all over my face, let me see that cum. The kid also seem to have taken note of the time and didn’t go much longer as he arched forward and splashed all over her, some seem to stained her hair as well.
‘Its late, Dhruv will be down soon.’ She said as rolled the cum over her fingers and took a taste of it.
Mahesh didn’t reply. This wasn’t he had in his mind but even his silence seem to be turn on for her. She lied on the couch as she watched him pull up his inners and his pant and then he kneeled in front of her. What does this kid have on his mind?
‘No. Its late. You should go.’ She said as he placed his hand on her thighs.
‘Yes, I know, but I just want to tell you that I will make up for this’
Yes, I know and I can’t wait, she wanted blurt out loud but she just nodded. A moment of silence and then she felt his hands sliding under her skirt and through her thighs.
‘What are you doing?’ His hands had reached her panties.
‘Can I have that? For the night?’
‘Seriously? You are going… again?’
‘Yep, you could make me go any many.’
She lifted her ass up as he relieved her from her panties.
He rolled it into his pocket and asked. ‘Do you want mine?’
Devki couldn’t reply. She didn’t know what to say but she did know that mischievous smile was carving it way on her face.
She didn’t need to reply because they couldn’t hear shuffling sounds from Dhruv’s room, they didn’t have much time but Mahesh came forward an pursed his lips on hers. One passionate good bye kiss that she will have to treasure till they meet again.
Dhruv was down by the time Mahesh had reached the door. Mahesh turned to Dhruv and said ‘Hi, I just came to apologise to Devki here about… what happened…’ and then to Devki he said ‘I know that you aren’t satisfied yet and that I have taken a part of you (tapping his pockets) but I give you my word that I will make it up to you even if I need kneel before you, I would and I am sorry’ and then with his head down and left. Devki knew that he was smirking down at his own smartness.
But her poor kid seem beaming with pride with that apology. Oh my son only if you knew…