This story is a work of fiction.  The characters depicted within have no
resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.  The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within
this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only.  It is strongly
advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all
players if they choose to act out the play of this story.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  If the reader is turned off or
offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any further.
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----------------------------------------------------- The Guest

   "Hi!" Shweta called to me as I entered my house.

   Shweta had been my wife's colleague at one of her previous jobs.  We had
moved away from that city, but we still maintained the friendships we had
developed there.  Shweta was a close friend and when she got a job in the
city, we had offered to share our apartment with her.  Her parents had been
more than relieved at the offer and so she came to stay with us.

   The person most inconvenienced by the arrangement was me.  The
inconvenience of having to stay with two sexy looking women is the house
cannot be explained, it has to be experienced.

   Shweta is 23 and extremely sexy.  She is very aware of her body and
sexuality and doesn't try very hard to hide it.  Her clothes are chosen to
attract attention to her, but at the same time, they are not crass.

   Today she had one a spaghetti strap top which stopped half way down her
tummy and a pair of loose shorts.

   "Hi!" I responded and took in the sight before me, without looking like
I was ogling.  I loved her stomach, which she had bared most of the time
when she was at home.  She had a nice firm torso, which ended into a neatly
shaped hip.

   "There is a courier for you", she said pointing to a package lying on
the table.

   My heart skipped a beat as I saw the package as I already knew what was
in it.  It was a pair of Nadia Nyce movies that I had ordered from an
online seller.

   My wife had gone to her mother's place for a month.  It was less than a
week since she left and I was already missing her like mad - both
physically and otherwise.

   I picked up the package casually and took it into my bedroom.  Once
inside I ripped it open and took out the CDs.  I ensured that the door was
closed and bolted before turning on the computer and checking out the first
CD.  I sat naked in front of the computer, with the headphones on my ears
and began to enjoy my favorite porn star.  Soon I was jerking off and shot
my load into my palm.

   I closed the media player and went to take my bath.

   When I returned to the living room Shweta was still lying on the couch
and her top had ridden a higher, stopping just below her 34B breasts.

   I poured myself my customary evening drink and joined her in front of
the TV.  I positioned myself such that I could admire her assets without
her being able to see me directly.

   She watched the news and I watched her.  The only sound in the room was
from the TV.  I felt a tension in the air, but I attributed it to my
heightened sexual need, but I was wrong.

   After a while she turned around on the couch to face me.  She had been
lying on her back while watching the TV.  But now she turned on her stomach
to face me.  This made the top of her t-shirt open out and I had a clear
view of her unrestrained breasts.

   It was a struggle to keep my gaze on her face as she spoke.

   "Can I ask you something?" she started.

   "Sure"

   "Were those pornographic movies?"

   "Which ones?"

   "The package you received.  I recognize the address as an online seller
of porn movies.  I always wanted to order something from them, but was too
afraid."

   "Well, yes, they are."

   I was sweating now.  This conversation was extremely disturbing.

   "Can I borrow them after you are through?" she asked me.

   "Sure"

   She turned back and her attention went back to the quiz show that was
running and mine back to her bare torso and legs.

   I watched as she ran her left foot over the shin of the right leg.  I
wondered if she waxed her legs or whether she was naturally devoid of a
single strand of hair.  Her legs had a shine which made me believe she
waxed them.

   As I finished the drink she got up and warmed the food.  We ate pretty
much in silence and after my smoke I stood up to retire.

   "Can I have one now?  Or will you be watching all those that you
ordered?" she asked me.

   "No, you can have one", I told her.  I went in and got a movie for her.

   We retired to our respective bedrooms.  I put the CD in and watched it.
The excitement of the movie was heightened by the fact that I knew she was
watching porn in her bedroom.  It took me an hour to finished Nadia's first
fuck, as I kept going back over sequences that I liked.

   After the first fuck was through I turned off the system and prepared
for bed.

   I had just got into bed when she knocked on my door.

   "Asleep?" she asked me.

   "No, just crawled in.  What's up?" I asked her.

   "Nothing.  I just needed to ask you some things, but if it's time for
bed we can discuss it tomorrow."

   "No, it's okay.  Come in."

   She entered the bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed.  I walked over
to the table and picked up a cigarette and lit it.  As I lit the cigarette,
I watched her.  She had changed her clothes.  She was wearing a two-piece
night silky suit.  The top was very similar to the t-shirt she was wearing
in the evening, only that the straps were thinner and the neck lower.  It
was plain to see that she didn't have anything on under it.  The shorts
were also shorter and almost as loose at the one she wore earlier.  I
wondered if she had anything on below it.

   I sat at the other end of the cot.

   "Shoot", I told her, trying to appear casual.

   "Well I'm a bit confused and I thought I would ask you about it,
provided of course that you don't mind.  You can ask me to leave whenever
you feel uncomfortable", she said.

   "Cool", I told her.

   "Well, I just wanted to know why the girls who act in porn films scream
so much at the end", she said.

   To say that I was stumped would be an understatement.  I wasn't
expecting this question from a 23-year-old.

   "Well, because they are having an orgasm.  Are you a virgin?" I asked
her.

   "No.  I have had sex before.  But I never felt like screaming", she
informed me.

   "You never felt an orgasm?"

   "How does that feel?"

   "Well it's a wonderful feeling, almost like your body is being squeezed
towards a point in your groin."

   "Oh!  Okay", she said thoughtfully.

   "Have you masturbated?" I asked her.

   "Yes", she replied.

   "And you never felt it?"

   She shook her head.

   To this day I don't know how I got the guts to do what I did next.

   I got up and went to her.  I sat down beside her and gently turned her
face up.

   "That's criminal", I told her and knelt beside the bed.

   I hooked my fingers on her shorts and pulled it gently.  She lifted
herself and allowed me to take them off.  She wasn't wearing anything
underneath it.  I spread her legs wide and felt the velvet carpet of hair
between her legs.  I moved my head closer to her grotto and began to lick
the outer lips of her vagina.  Her moan told me that I was on the right
path.  I slid my tongue in deeper, tasting the bitter sweet juices of her
love hole.  I flicked my tongue inside her and her moans got louder.

   I pushed in a couple of my fingers to help in the educational session.

   "Oh my God!  What's happening?" she asked between panting breaths.

   I felt her thighs begin to close in on around my head.  I held them
apart with my hands and kept flicking my tongue back and forth over her
clit.  Soon her screams were no longer muted as she gave vocal vent to the
orgasm that engulfed her like a blanket.

   And then there was panting in the silence.

   (To be continued)
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