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Hai to everybody, I am vidha, 20 / f. This is a story which happened when I was 20 and introduced me to a whole new world. I & my sister usually sleep in my room. It was a summer night when we were sleeping in my room after a long chat with our relative.

He slept in the nearby room. I was enjoying in my dreams. I tried adjusting my position and suddenly Ifelt something touched my head. I heard a sound. I turned back & saw I could only see my sister fast asleep. Then I again continued my sleep.

I again felt something crawling near my neck. I tried looking for it but I could only hear a sound and no one else around except my sister. I got a bit scared. Then I could not get proper sleep. I was imagining all kind of things about ghosts.

Again I felt something very close to my chest and just touched it and went. I got really scared. I slowly turned back, again in vain & could hear that sound. I gathered some courage. I decided not to move so that I wanted to see what it was.

Now after sometime, I could feel something running over my shoulders and slowly nearing my chest. It continued this time to run over my clothes over my chest. I didn't want to open my eyes as I wanted to know what was happening. So I didn't react.

It was touching all around my chest and with a tremble felt my breasts covered by my chudidhar tops. My heart was beating hard. It suddenly squeezed my boobs. I felt a sudden gush of scare mixed with a nice feeling. I let it happen.

Now I confirmed it that it was a hand as it now touched my bare chest. Now it stopped. After a short while I could feel my chudidhar tops was slowly being lifted up from below. But it was very difficult as I did not move at all. It was lifted up to my stomach.

Now the hand was feeling my stomach. Suddenly my heart stopped for a while when the hand poked my umbilicus. Then it tried hard to lift my tops up more. But it could not succeed. Now in vain I could feel the buttons of my tops being unhooked.

I could feel my heart pounding. Now it pushed aside the part of clothes that was covering my boobs and started to run the hand over my bra and squeezed my breasts. I was enjoying every bit of it so I didn't even get scared even if it was a ghost.

It tried to locate the hook of my bra, but as I wear the back hooked bra, it was not able to unhook it. Now as if it gathered courage, it slowly forced out my left breast out of the bra and then the right one. My boobs now laid naked out in air.

But as the bra was unhooked it was paining. So I slowly turned to one side. The hand stopped. After a while it unhooked my bra. Now my boobs were released from the jail. What a nice feeling it was. Now the hand started squeezing the juice out of it.

To my surprise, now I could feel hot breath around my chest and oooooohhhhhhhh… now a mouth started sucking it hard. I couldn't control it. I jerked my body. Everything stopped. I now could hear the same sound which I heard earlier.

But this time I caught somebody running out of my room and that was the sound I heard. It was my own cousin brother who was sleeping in the next room which didn't have a door in between. Now the suspense came to an end.

I lay like that with my breast lying naked for sometime. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. After sometime he came back to my room. He confirmed that I was sleeping probably seeing me lying in the same state as he left the room.

So he thought that I was just moving my position and did not get up. Now again the show started. He now started to squeeze my breast in one hand and took one in his mouth. One hand was untying my chudidhar pants. It succeeded.

Now he ran his fingers over my panties which now was completely wet. Feeling the wetness, he stopped everything. He stood up and saw me. He got scared. He realised that I was awake. I opened my eyes now. He was trying to leave the room.

But was too late. I got shocked seeing him only in his underwear. First time I'm seeing a guy in that position. I just lay like that with my breasts naked and my pants pulled down exposing my panties. He was feeling guilty. Now he gathered courage to touch my hand.

I didn't respond. Neither did I push him aside. He came to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. He now tried to leave the room. I still didn't respond. He turned back and saw me. I was just watching him. He changed his mind came back and sat by my side.

He touched my lips and started caressing me all over. I dint push him. That gave him courage. He gave me a French kiss. Now he lay down beside me. He slowly took my hands and placed it on his hard penis over the underwear. My heart was throbbing.

First time I touched something like that. I hesitatingly held it. Now he held my hand and made me remove his underwear. Now I saw for the first time a guys cock. It was pulsating up and down. I held it and started squeezing it.

Now he understood that I am also enjoying it. So he started removing all my clothes. Now he removed my panty. I jerked and moaned in shy. First time it was naked in front of a guy. He caressed my hairs around my pussy,

he touched all the juice around and licked it his mouth. Now he took my hand which was wet in his juice and made me lick it. It tasted salty. Now he put his fingers inside a little and fingered me. I was moaning. Then he stared licking my pussy.

I was in my heights. He took his penis and tried to insert it into my pussy. But later he himself did not do it. I also did not want that. We both kissed each other. His organ was touching my naked body. I reached my climax.

He also released his store of semen on my bare thighs. Both of us climaxed. After sometime we washed ourselves. Dressed up. He planted a kiss on my lips. I responded with one more. He said good night and left to sleep. Now this incidence repeats when ever possible.

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Dear Readers, I hope you have enjoyed my story of sex with my MIL & her eldest daughter. Now today I will tell you the story of the first sexual encounter I had with her next daughter, now my wife. As you know now that after her eldest daughter lost her virginity to me,

she was sent packing to a hostel where she continued with her studies. In the meantime, after I promised my MIL that I would marry her next daughter, that I was allowed a free run with her. She had a beautiful figure, almost 5’7” tall and with a 38-27-36.

She was unaware that her eldest sister has already lost her virginity to me. It took me sometime to start the relationship, and one day jokingly I proposed her. She did not know how to respond. Since she was unable to take any decision,

I knew it was time that I would have to take the help of my MIL. So one day when myself & my MIL were having sex, I told her the predicament of her daughter. Then that night my MIL cajoled her to tell her what had happened as her daughter

was very unmindful of all the work she was doing. Her daughter told my MIL that I had proposed, and she was unable to take any decision. She said that there was lot of difference between her family & mine. She was wondering if at all my mother would at all accept her.

It was then my MIL said that she has all the support from her side and should immediately accept my proposal. Slowly our relationship started to bloom. In the meantime one day my MIL said that she would let her daughter meet me alone

on one condition that before meeting her daughter I would have to squeeze out my last drop of sperm in her vagina. So there started a regular exercise of fucking my MIL almost 4 days a week. I would arrive exactly at 3:45 pm,

fuck my MIL for the next 15 – 20 minutes and then her daughter would come from the school, and after refreshing herself her daughter would sit beside me and chat. During that time my MIL would go to the terrace.

When my MIL would have her periods, those days she would suck my penis clean. So one day, while we were chatting we became a little cosy, and I pretended to have a headache. She came near me & ran her fingers through my hair. I was feeling very relaxed.

Her boobs was touching my shoulders. As she was doing it, I also started running my fingers through her silky hair. As I opened my eyes, she asked me whether I was feeling good. I slowly pulled her face near me & kissed her lips.

As I did it she said “Naughty boy”. Well that day ended like that. Next couple of days I did not go as I had work, so her daughter gave me a call. She started crying that she was unable to pass a single day without seeing me.

So next day I again went to their house, fucked my MIL, and then as her daughter came near me, I started to kiss her lips. As I kissed her she closed her eyes, and then I started to kiss her eyes, cheeks, throat, earlobes and as I moved down she started to shiver.

First I did not touch her breast and started to kiss round on the sides. She started to breath heavily, and I knew she was excited too. As I laid her on the bed & climbed on top of her, held her hands on the sides with my palm, she became almost motionless under my grip.

As I slowly started to kiss her left breast round slowly moving to the top to reach her nipple, I suddenly found that the nipples had become so hard and were so large, that they were protruding out from the bra & churidar.

As I placed my first kiss on her nipples she started to moan. Suddenly, I let her loose, picked her up, opened the chain of her churidar, opened her bra and there came out her breast in full view. It was mind blowing. It looked like a silicon implant breast, so large, and yet so firm.

I started to suck her nipple, and she started to let out loud moans. She encircled her hands tightly around my neck and started mumbling out “ Yash, I love you, I would die without you”. I thought not to overdo on the very first day.

After about 15 minutes of caressing her breast to my satisfaction, I let her go. But now she would not let me go. She clung to me shivering, for another 5 minutes and then slowly dressed herself and lay down on the bed holding my palm. Kissing it at times.

As my MIL came down from the terrace, she looked at us, her daughter lying beside me and went to the kitchen. I called my MIL, and as she came inside her daughter moved away a little from my side. I told her daughter to get up

and she sat near me facing her mother looking down, I told her MIL that I wish to marry her daughter. She smiled and said that I need to talk to my parents first. But in front of her daughter I said, whether she gives her permission. She said yes.

Here daughter immediately got up, touched my feet an then her mother. I drew up my plans the next day. I convinced my MIL that I would like to get married to her daughter within a couple of days as I would not be able to control myself

and not only that I also fell in love with her daughter. So my MIL talked to her daughter, who after initial hesitation agreed. So the after a weeks time, we went to a temple & got married, accompanied my MIL. After getting married as we were coming back

she told me to stop in front of a hotel. As I stopped, she said that you can enjoy your honeymoon here and she would proceed to her residence. I looked at my wife, and it seems both of them had planned it beforehand.

So my MIL went away to her home with a taxi and both of us went inside the hotel room. Before, leaving my MIL called me to a side and said not to hurry up and do everything very slowly or I will hurt her as I did with her eldest daughter.

She said I should always remember that my penis is thick and long. So after, she went away, I called up my residence and told my mom that I was not coming back. After that we had a gala launch and spent almost the entire afternoon in each other arms

occassionally kissing each other and chatting as to what lay for us in future. As it started getting dark I slowly started undressing her, first her blouse and then her bra. As we were standing in each other arms, I slowly opened her sari,

and then some how could not open her saya. So I literally tore open it & there she was naked wearing only a panty. I slowly laid her beside me & started to kiss her madly. She responded equally, and as I touched her panty, it was completely drenched with her juice.

As I pulled it down, she tried to hide it with her palms. But I forcibly removed her palms, and then stretched her legs apart. Slowly after kissing her breast and nipples I moved down teasing her body with my tongue.

As my tongue touched her pussy she let down a shiver, and started moaning. I parted her pussy and started eating it. Oh my God ! Till date I thought it was my MIL who could eject so much juice, but my wife was awesome.

As I parted her pussy, juices just started flowing down and wet the bedsheet. She closed her eyes, clasped my hair tight and started breathing really heavily. I just did not know what to do, as I slurped all that I could from her pussy.

After that I undressed myself, and let her hand catch my penis, as she did it she bit her lips and closed her eyes. Then I moved on top of her, sitting in front of her shaved pussy, parted her pussy lips and started rubbing the penis top on the clit.

She started writhing in pleasure, and dug her nails on my back. As she became more and more aroused she suddenly got up, literally pulled me with all her strength on top of her and laid down saying she could take it no more.

She pleaded to put my penis inside her and as I did it just slid in very easily and met a resistance. I gave a little thrust and then it was in full. Her vagina was really tight but her juices had lubricated it in abundance.

As I started pumping her vagina with my penis, she suddenly looked at me straight and told me “ Yash, its so wonderful. Please do not stop. Give me more.” As I started squeezing her nipples and kept on ramming my penis, she let out a loud moan crying out my name,

and suddenly I felt something warm flowing out of her pussy. It was again her juice that came out and now completely wet the bed.We had sex atleast six times and the next day we went to my MIL’s house. However, after that we got married after about a year later formally,

but in the meantime enjoyed sex to the hilt. We would both see blue films and try it ourselves. Many a time my MIL would spy on us, peeping through a slit, and I would have to satisfy my MIL too. Next I would tell you the story of my experience with the youngest sister of my MIL.

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I thought it would be difficult to convince Zeenat, but I knew I could work on two of her weaknesses. One, was her desire to appear before the camera, something she still missed since giving up her modeling career.

Though of course, she had never done it without her clothes on but once, when in jest, I said she could have earned a lot by becoming a nude model if we were in a more liberated country, to my surprise I could see that she didn't really take it as a joke

and replied how she wished we could have been in America or Canada. That response always gave me hope. Besides, she had never really disagreed whenever I wanted her to wear revealing clothes. Second, and more important, was an element of greed in her.

She is the sort of woman who loves making money. Although I earn enough for us to lead a comfortable life she still wants more and always complains that her job doesn't pay enough. The amount Ejaz mentioned was almost twice her salary as a school teacher.

To cut it short, I raised the subject very casually over dinner that night, acting as if I couldn't have cared less and that of course Zeenat could not do it. I soon had her all eager and excited. The only apprehension on her part was for being recognized

but that was soon removed when I told her that the brochure would only be seen by an exclusive lot. The next day I was talking to Tim (short for Timore, the photographer) on the number given by Ejaz. Tim said first I should talk to Mrs. Ansari (the business woman)

and settle a time with her so that she could meet the model and give her approval. That having been done, Zeenat and I left our son at Zeenat's sister on a Saturday and arrived at Mrs. Ansari's place on the address given to me over the phone.

It was an upscale area of the city where the rich and trendy usually lived. We were seated in a tastefully decorated guest room by a servant, and soon greeted by a woman probably in her late forties, a little plump, her complexion on the dark side.

But she had a nice smile and certainly knew how to present herself. She was well educated as evident from her fluent English. She asked us to call her by her maiden name, Shehla Over a cup of tea we soon got to know that she was a widow,

had a teen age son studying in England and took care of herself and her son thru the rent she received on property left by her husband, complimented nicely by her lingerie business. Pleasantries over, Shehla asked us to follow her and took us to a room inside the house.

It was a little dark in there, with dim lights placed at angles so as not to create a glare. It was simply furnished with a sofa, a dressing table and a small wardrobe. The floor was carpeted and in a corner there was what I can only call a changing corner.

Two curtains were hung from a delicate frame at right angle to each other forming an L, high enough to cover a person of average height up to the neck. Shehla then turned to Zeenat and smiling nicely said:

“I know you're very pretty dear, and from what I can see you've got a good figure as well, but just to be sure could you please take off your clothes.” Blushing slightly Zeenat started stripping. She was wearing (based on my choice) black trousers, tight on her shapely hips,

and black t-shirt that accentuated her boobs. The neckline was also a little tantalizing. Black suits her superbly as it contrasts against her fair complexion. Though Zeenat is far from a lesbian but she did tell me about one sexual experience of a mild nature

she had with another girl while in college and she didn't seem embarrassed while narrating it. She, sometimes, also demonstrated a keen interest in lesbian scenes when we watched porn together. So I knew she wasn't immune to bisexual feelings,

and my cock started hardening as I saw her stripping to her underwear for another woman, even though I knew it was strictly for business. She took off her t-shirt first, revealing her white bra inside (white because it highlighted the outline inside the black t-shirt,

my suggestion of course) and then opened the front button of her trousers, pulled down the zipper and let drop her trousers down to her ankles. She then bent down to take off black sandals from her lovely feet, toes painted bright red, just as I like it.

She then removed her trousers altogether, taking care not to entangle the golden anklet she was wearing on her right foot. There she stood, the only items on her besides her panties and bra, the gold anklet, her watch and a black necklace she was wearing,

not to mention the black ear-rings. Whenever I looked at Shehla as my wife took her clothes off, she was watching Zeenat with great interest and, it may not be wrong to say that she seemed to be enjoying the show as much as I.

She asked Zeenat to turn around slowly and looked at her appreciably from all angles, finally telling her that she had a marvelous figure for a mother. “But there's one more thing” she said. “Would you mind putting on a thong for me?” she asked Zeenat who looked uncertain.

“You see,” Shehla continued “you will have to pose a few shots in thongs too, they're very much in demand nowadays, so I'd like to see how your hips look in a thong.” Zeenat looked at me and I nodded my consent.

Without waiting further, Shehla went to the wardrobe and came back with some tiny bits of black cloth in her hand that she handed over to Zeenat and asked her to change behind the curtains. Zeenat went into the changing corner and came

back soon as there was very little to “change”. Obviously, I've seen my wife naked innumerable times, but I must say she made me skip a beat there. She looked so sexy and utterly desirable trying to cover herself in those strings and straps

(that's the only way to describe them) Shehla had asked her to wear. The bra was much too deep and narrow to hold back her boobs and as for the thong: well, not only did it show everything from the back (as thongs do), even the front patch was much too narrow.

It was designed for a woman who shaves her pussy, which Zeenat doesn't (I like it trimmed, not shaved) and I could see bits of her pussy hair peeping out from the corners. Zeenat was red in the face though she was smiling sheepishly,

and I thought it was wholly unnecessary and totally devilish of Shehla to make Zeenat wear those. But that wasn't all from her side. She came close to Zeenat, making sure she missed nothing, even putting her hand casually on her butt,

just near the butt crack, complimenting her yet again for the shape of her hips. She pointed out a moles on her left hip and right boob, even touching the one on the breast (a little above the nipple) very lightly and remarking half-seriously

how it would look great in the photographs. Then, just before telling her to dress again, she just brushed Zeenat in between the legs, over the narrow fabric, and told her to either shave or at least “trim them a little more.”

Well, I know Zeenat must have shown a lot more to her gynecologist but somehow or the other, I found this spectacle extremely sexy. Another woman touching my wife over her most private area and actually telling her what to do with her bush!

And it was simply mind blowing to imagine that my wife would be appearing the same way, all but naked, in front of a young, male photographer.

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My name is Nasir. I am from Pakistan (Karachi). I am 35 while my wife Zeenat is 37. Though it is against the taboo in my country to marry women older than you, but I have always been unorthodox in terms of my values.

Ours was a love marriage and we have been happily married for 7 years, with a son who is now 5. The story I'm about to narrate is an experience we had almost a year ago, and it may not be very exciting for those used to the kind of hard core

pornographic fantasies that appear on this forum, but it will hopefully appeal to those who go for the finer, softer side of eroticism. I have been desperate to share it with someone ever since it happened, and as I could not find anyone broad-minded

enough in my own social circle who I could trust with this kind of thing, so I thought sharing it with an anonymous audience would be a good idea. Also, I didn't think it would appeal to a western audience, so Human Digest

seems like the ideal forum for me to address the desi readers. I am a Marketing Research Executive by profession, working for a well-known Research Firm. My wife, Zeenat (whom I call Zee, her nickname) is currently working as a school teacher,

but when she was in her twenties, she used to do fashion modeling for magazines, part time. Both of us are quite liberal in our outlook towards life and have always had a good, satisfying sex life. Long before getting married when I was about 14

I found a book titled “Sex Life Letters” in my elder brother's collection. I found the real sex life experiences given there highly exciting, but none the more so than a letter by a woman who wrote that her husband would bring home an office colleague (male)

to their house, and under a pre-planned arrangement, she would appear before the guest in her bathing robe acting as if she was about to take a shower. After some casual chit chat she would excuse herself and the husband would ask the guest if he would like some fun.

The guest would ask what he meant, on which he would take the guest outside the bathroom where the wife would be busy in her shower, and invite him to take a look through a peep hole. Thus, the guest would have a great time for the next 10 minutes or so,

getting a great view of the wife in the nude from all angles as she would sponge and rinse every part of her body, apparently unaware that she was being watched. As she started dressing the guest would be taken back to the living room,

where she would appear a few minutes later, coffee and cookies in hand, acting as if she had no idea she was being ogled at in the nude just minutes ago. It was fun (she wrote) seeing the guest trying to act normal while feeling highly aroused in her company,

and as soon as he left, they would make wild love imagining what had just taken place. This particular story, for some reason, had a profound impact on my sexual development, and a majority of my fantasies later in life, were a variation of the same theme.

This desire became all the more pronounced soon after I got married though of course, I dared not discuss it with my wife openly. However, I expressed it in other, more subtle ways like encouraging her to wear sleeveless shirts made of thin fabric that showed her figure well,

daringly low necklines and trouser-like pajamas that ended just above the ankle with a slit on the sides so that as she would sit down, one leg over the other, it would show her legs almost up to the knee. This was as far as she could go in Pakistan,

apart from wearing, at times, t-shirts with very tight, hip-hugging jeans highlighting her beautiful butt. I think Zee, too, always had a latent exhibitionist desire in her, kept subdued by cultural restrictions. After all, she had been a model,

who loved to present her beauty before the camera. After our marriage, Zee had on a few occasions expressed her wish to start her modeling career again, but she felt that she was over-age now for a fashion model and it was difficult

to get a break again in competition with younger models. Although she has kept herself beautifully in shape, yet I knew she was right. No one really wants a 37 year old mother as a fashion model, no matter how pretty.

Still, being in marketing research, I come across people from advertising agencies and the media, and I kept an eye open for any possible opportunity for Zee. It so happened that I was sitting in the office of Ejaz, who runs an advertising agency.

I am quite friendly with Ejaz and had, once, casually mentioned to him that if he ever needed a female model, there was someone I knew. That day, both of us sipping tea, Ejaz suddenly dropped a surprise. He asked me if I was still in contact

with that female model I mentioned once. I immediately said I was. Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he asked me if she was a bold girl. “What do you mean?” I asked “Well” he smiled and said, “Is she bold enough to become a lingerie model?”

My heart almost skipped a beat. Trying to keep a straight face, I said it depends, but would he elaborate a bit more. To cut it short, what he said amounted to this: there was a woman who was running her own business of lingerie and ladies undergarments.

She would “import” lingerie thru her “connections” in Customs (which meant bringing back bags full of the stuff from Thailand) and sell it here at a premium price, in Karachi, from an outlet situated inside her own home.

Imported lingerie being in high demand amongst ladies in the posh, high-income segments, she had been doing reasonably well, and now wanted to publish a small brochure, for which she needed a female model.

Ejaz added that her products were sold only at her own outlet and the brochure, too, would only be seen by an exclusive lot, consisting almost solely of women. “So, as such” he continued “there is little chance of the girl being recognized or seen around the city,

if that be a consideration for her. Of course, the photographs will be taken by a male, as there is practically no woman photographer of any standing in Pakistan. In fact, it is thru a photographer, a young man named Timore, that I got to know of the offer” he concluded.

My mouth was dry by that time. Running my tongue on my lips and trying to act un-interested, I told him I'll talk to the girl but warned that she wasn't as young as he might expect a model to be. “Doesn't matter” he said “as long as she has a good figure and a presentable face.”

“One question” I said “why not go for a professional model?” “They are much too afraid of taking up an assignment like this” he replied. “Have you ever seen a well-known model appearing in an ad for undergarments in Pakistan? It would destroy their reputation.

And if one does agree to do it, she would charge twice or thrice the amount she normally charges. This is small business we are talking about, not Victoria's Secrets. It's a Rs 20,000 job for the girl, take it or leave it.

The only other option” he continued “is to go for a prostitute, something no respectable person would like to do, given the fact that one would have to deal with pimps and police as well.”

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Those were the days when I completed my MBA and got a job as a Management trainee in a MNC company in the marketing department. My immediate boss told me that I had to do a do a six months stint directly marketing the soaps and detergent powder.

I was to travel with a distribution van and sell the company’s products to the company’s retailers and also at the same time elicit from them information about the customer’s reaction to our products. The job was exciting because

I used to be treated royally by the company’s retailers and pampered and traveling in the Indian countryside was like being in paradise. Luckily for me my ancestral village was in the same region in which I was posted.

I moved to my village and used to attend my job from there. I lived in my grandma’s house and they used to pamper me a lot being a male child. My grand father died a long time ago and my grandma used to live with one of her unmarried daughter

that is my mother’s sister and my aunt. They had vast ancestral properties and lived comfortably. The village had lot of young girls and most of them were beautiful. In the evenings I used to sit out side and watch the girls pass by and make eyes at me.

This used to be very exciting. Being a village and most of the families related to us in some way of the other, the girls used to come to my grandma’s house on some pretext or the other and pick up conversation with me.

I was an object of their fascination because I was educated, young, and handsome and used to be of a jovial nature. Gradually I became close to a girl. Her name was Sangita. Her pet name was Sangi and I too got used to calling her Sangi.

Sangi’s house was opposite to my grandma’s house and most of the time she used to be in my grandma’s house chit chatting with my aunt. She was nineteen years old and was in second year of graduation.

Sangi was a pleasant looking and good-natured girl, soft and warm in nature and always joking. She was five feet five inches tall and had a good body structure with smooth glowing skin and long hair and teeth like pearls.

Sundays we used to sit for game of cards, me, my aunt and other girls. Sangi was good card player and used to win more points. On the particular day she was winning continuously and I was getting irritated because she was taunting me

“you are a educated city guy more intelligent than me yet you lose with me in cards”. I decided that in the next game I should win and after the cards were divided I slyly glanced by bending side ways she noticed this and turned her cards

away from my sight upon this I held her wrist and forcibly tried to see the cards in the scuffle though I did not succeed to see the cards my hands brushed her body and her breasts. Her face flushed and I was embarrassed.

After this we settled down and started playing, I was casting sly sidelong glances unnoticed by others at her, she realized this and her this only made her face flush more. After some time we broke up. I could not sleep that night I was thinking about Sangi,

the touch and feel of her body and her breasts was like heaven and I decided, come what may I shall have her. Now she started spending more time with me talking all kinds of subjects after I came home in the evenings from my work with me longing

to pull her towards me and hug her, all the time. On every little pretext I used to touch her and she would smile and blush like a like a beautiful flower. But I could never take courage to hug her. Then on one day as providence would have been my grandma

went to visit her relatives leaving my aunt alone in the house. My aunt asked Sangi to sleep in our house to give her company, as I would be coming home late in the night after a long sales trip. I was aching to come home soon.

When I reached home it was already past midnight and my aunt asked me to take bath and have supper. I noticed two cots with beds side by side one for my aunt and one for Sangi and one a little far away and a little inside for me, in the verandah.

I finished my supper very soon and came to sleep I told my aunt that I was feeling sultry and would like sleep on the cot closer to the one near Sangi because I would get more air there. My aunt reluctantly agreed went to sleep on the cot, which was meant for me.

I lay down watching Sangi, she was looking beautiful in her sari, she rarely wears saris and god knows why she was wearing one today. She was not sleeping and all the while I came and finished supper she feigned sleep lest her sleeping place should be changed by my aunt.

Now I could see a faint smile on her face and her bosom was heaving up and down rhythmically. Slowly I reached out my right had and held the fingers of her right hand. She waited for a moment before closing her fingers on my fingers.

I played with her fingers gently for some time and then started trailing my fingers along the length of the insides of her arm. She convulsed a little. Goose bumps appeared on her hand. I caressed her arm a little more and slowly moved my fingers

to her right shoulder and held her smugly. She smiled a little more. I caressed her shoulder a little and moved my hand down on to right breast lightly and let it lay there without any movement. Her breath quickened, then I started caressing her right breast gently.

I pushed her sari away, she was not wearing any undergarment under her blouse and her nipple became erect immediately. I tweaked it between my thumb and fingers and pulled it gently and she gave a gasp.

Slowly I moved my fingers on to her blouse hooks and started unhooking them one by one the last one was tight and it took me a little more time finally I unhooked it and put my palm on her bare breast and started caressing it first the right and then the left.

She was now moving restlessly and slight moaning with her eyes closed tight. In the meanwhile my aunt moved in her sleep and god knows what went in her mind she turned and looked towards us. It was dark and she could not make out anything and went to sleep again.

Now my hand started its down ward journey and I rested on the flat of her smooth stomach and felt the smooth skin. Then I sought her navel and circled my forefinger around it and inserted my finger in it and twirled it a little she smiled

and caught my hand with her hand and placed it on flat if her stomach. After some time she released my hand and I moved my hand down further. Into her sari and on to her crotch. She immediately caught my hand again.

But did not try to pull it out. I could feel her panties and slowly inserted my fingers into her panties and felt her pubic hair and her mound. After some time she relented her grip on my hand and slowly I started rubbing her pussy lip gently.

I slowly separated them with my fingers and felt their contours she was very wet and oozing all of a sudden without warning I inserted my middle finger into her hot depth. She yelped a little and caught my hand again and tried feebly to pull it out.

I did not relent and let it stay there. Slowly she released her grip on my hand and I started moving my finger in and out of her hot pussy. She was moaning audibly and I put a hand on her mouth and moved on to her cot. She moved and gave me space and I lay down beside her.

She was perspiring on her fore head and I wiped her forehead and held her in my embrace. I kissed her on her lips and parted her lips with my tongue she met my tongue with her and we played for a while both of us drooling saliva.

Slowly I moved my lips to her left nipple and sucked gently, and then I gave it a small bite drawing a yelp from her. I did the same with her other breast and nipple. I slowly pulled her sari to her waist and caressed her long silky legs and kissed them all the way to the crotch.

I put my fingers in her panty band and tugged it down she lifted her hips to let me pull it off her body. I bent down and kissed her pussy lips all the while caressing her mound with my hand she was now oozing profusely and my nose and lips were cover with her juices.

She pulled me up and embraced me tightly. Then I completely took off her sari and covered us with a blanket. I took out a condom from my pocked and pulled off my shorts and embraced her again tightly with my engorged cock between our stomachs

she jerked sharply on the feel of my cock on her stomach. sangi said, “ don’t do that, I am afraid”. I pleaded with her and told her I had a condom with me and there would not be any problem. She refused and I turned the other side and froze in protest

she hugged be from the back her breasts pressing into my back and her warm thighs against mine but I did not relent after some time she whispered in my ear ‘ok’. I opened the condom packet and rolled it over the length of my cock and rolled on to her.

Kissing her on the lips passionately. We embraced and kissed in turns and slowly I lifted my self up on my knees and got in between her legs and raised her knees and spread her legs wide. I rubbed the tip of my cock on her pussy lips

she held my cock in her hand and guided it to the entrance of her pussy opening, slowly I started pushing it inside. It went in a few inches and refused to go any further. I was afraid to push any further lest I might hurt

her but she urged me push harder and I gave a hard push, she winced in pain and I was deeply buried in her to the hilt. It was such a wonderful experience I did not want to pull out again. I embraced her tightly and the whole world came to a standstill

each of us savoring the beautiful pleasurable moments. Slowly I started to move in and out of her gaining momentum with each thrust she was moaning with pleasure and making intelligible sounds. In between I would bend

and suck her succulent nipples and kiss her lips. Then she started thrusting her hips towards me and encircled her legs around my waist and started pulling me towards restricting my movement I too was reaching my climax.

I started thrusting more vigorously and she was thrusting her hips her in a matching motion then the whole world come to a standstill for a moment and I shot my juices forward, she convulsed and contracted her muscles,

she was coming in ripples I slumped on her with my limp cock still in her and slowly drifted into a deep slumber. I woke up an hour later and woke her up too and kissed her passionately on her lips. We dressed up and I moved on to my cot.

When I got up in the morning she was already gone by that time. We enjoyed whenever we got a chance later we promised each other to marry after my training stint and I steadied in my career later I moved

to my city after my training stint. One day I got a letter from her she wrote to me that she was forced to marry some boy selected by her father despite her protests. But she still keeps in touch with me, a friend for life.

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