I was nineteen…
This is how it happened. Ok, at least this is the way I remember it
happening and believe me, I remember it very well…I have thought
about it so many times since then that I know I will never forget any
part of it.
The second time I saw her was just before my 19th birthday and it was
winter in the country where I lived with my parents and my cousin.
She was 34. Yes, 34 years young and in the prime of her life in every
sense of the word, in her mind and body. For a few minutes I was not
even sure it was she. The way she walked, the clothes she wore, and
even the way she stood had all changed. But when she turned towards
me, the eyes – her lovely eyes, with just a hint of shadings and
under her lovely, naturally curved eyebrows, were the same…I knew it
had to be her.
Then she saw me and after a fleeting moment when recognition dawned,
she smiled.
I knew that smile. I have dreamt of that smile so many times in the
past. It had to be her. It was my `beloved' Kandy. As she raised her
brows and her smile widened across her face, her hands too spread in
a welcoming gesture. I just stood there – frozen in my tracks. My
heart must have skipped a few dozen beats and the next thing I knew
was that I was in her arms, in a tight hug.
She moved back and literally shook me by my arms and was saying
something (much later, she told me that she had to shut my jaw before
shaking me) and suddenly my heart was jump-started. I felt as if
there was locomotive engine thumping inside my chest and I was
breathing as if I had just done the 100 meters dash.
All I could manage for the next few minutes was a silly grin…and when
the cogs of my brain finally fit into each other, the first thing I
told her (and I remember this very clearly) was, "You look
enchanting…" (I had fantasized about this moment countless times and
rehearsed my actions and speech so often before my mirror, and now
that she was here and the situation was as I had imagined, I forgot
everything.) She just smiled and caressed my cheek and said that I
too have grown up, a lot.
That took me back to the first time I met her. It was more than ten
years ago, when I came to live with my parents from India. She was
(and still is) my mother's friend. To me she was `aunty Chandra' (or
Kandy aunty). Her full name was Chandrakantha, you see, and though
everybody used to call her Chandra or Kathy, I used to teasingly call
her "my Kandy Aunty". That was then.
She used to live a couple of buildings away from ours and since both
my parents used to work, I did my `growing up' at her place. I used
to return from school to her house and have my meals there and sleep,
play and do whatever else kids of that age did during the day. My mom
used to return around 6.30 pm and I would then return to my house.
This went on for over three years. During those years, she was just
another grown up person to me – for most part at least.
She was married for a couple of years before we met and was quite a
simple and homely person. Beautiful in her own way but a `Plain
Jane', nevertheless. Her husband was an engineer with one of the oil
companies and quite well to do. From what I remember of him, he was
tall, well built person and I am sure he was good to her – again, in
every sense. Over the years, I never saw them unhappy or quarrelling,
on the contrary I thought they were ideal couple. He used to be so
loving to her that I have often seen them cuddling and kissing
whenever he was home. There were times when I have unwittingly walked
into the room and seen one or the other with his or her hand inside
the other's clothes.
To me she seemed content with him. I had seen her in every state of
dress (and undress). Yes, there were times when I had seen her with
nothing more than her hairy bush covering her private parts, when I
accidentally walked into her bedroom while she was changing. Neither
she nor I paid much attention to that…or at least I thought so at the
time. All that I thought about was, "hmm wonder if all the females
have hair like that". Her plumpness only made look more friendly and
caring.
Curiosity (and hormones, I guess) finally got to me and I wondered
what did they finally do after all that cuddling, kissing and groping
around. (I had some vague idea – I had heard noises from my parents'
rooms but they always ensured (I think, consciously) to do whatever
they did away from my sight…and I too used to feel funny (bad?)
eavesdropping on them.)
Then, one weekend I got my windfall…a few family members were
visiting us and I was asked to sleep at aunty Chandra's house. I did
not wait to be told the second time…in no time I finished my dinner
and rushed to Chandra's house. (Since I spent most of my day there, I
already had few sets of clothes, towels, etc there.)
When I reached there, Chandra had prepared the guest room for me –
usually I slept on her bed or on the sofa during the day. I put the
TV on and made myself comfortable in the living room while Chandra
and Rajat (her husband) were clearing up the table after dinner.
Those days VCRs were common and Rajat had brought some cassettes to
watch. But he wouldn't put them on and made some vague excuse about
the print being bad. After some time Chandra too joined Rajat on the
sofa and they started their cuddling-stuff. I remember, Chandra
teasingly telling Rajat that today he won't be able to do what he had
planned for the evening.
That got me even more curious – what were they planning for? My
excitement grew and I was filled with hope of seeing something in
real life what I had so far seen only books.
I pretended to get sleepy and excused myself (you see, even then I
was a well mannered kid). I visited the toilet and the wished both of
them good night and went into my room, switched off the lights and
got into the bed.
No sooner had I settled in, I started hearing giggles and whisperings
from the living room…my heart started pounding, as much out of the
excitement as out of fear of getting caught at what I was planning
(or at least hoping) to do. But I controlled my urge and waited
impatiently. I really didn't know why I waited. I had no clue (at the
time) as to how things will progress and what would be the right time
to move in for the view. Anyway…
A few minutes later I heard the TV come on and I could hear the
cassette being inserted in the video player. I was sure that I could
not go out and watch the movie (I had an inkling that it was
an `adult' movie) and just as I put my foot off the bed to go out, I
heard footsteps outside my door. I jumped back under the blanket and
closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
It was Rajat who opened the bedroom door and walked towards the bed
casually. I could feel him near me…I tried to breathe normally and
stay still. He went back, closing the door behind him. Now, I knew,
something interesting was about to happen.
I waited for a few minutes more and put my ear to the keyhole trying
to listen to the sounds outside. All I could hear was music from the
TV.
The bedrooms were adjacent to each other with my room closer to the
living room, which was to the left, at the end of the corridor. I
opened the door as soundlessly as I could and waited – was there
anyone coming to check? No. I proceeded slowly to the end of the
corridor and knelt down. I slid my face inch by inch to the end of
the corridor wall till I could see the TV. The TV was placed against
the opposite wall and the screen was filled with the face of a
foreign female. I crouched there watching the TV as the camera zoomed
out of her face and panned her body. I was frozen there and could
feel my heart beating like drums as I watched the camera reach her
navel and then kept going lower and lower…now, I could see some hair
and my tongue had gone dry – I tried to wet them and swallow the lump
in my throat, vainly. I could feel my neck stretching out to get a
better view of what was about come on the screen when I noticed that
the hair was actually a man's head sliding up and down below her
belly – just where I was hoping to see the bush of the foreign female.
I felt my stomach ache and realized how tensed I had become. Just
then I heard Chandra's voice, yet it wasn't like her voice at all. I
had forgotten all about them – my main mission – after I saw the
female on the TV.
Once more I took a deep breath (hoping that it was quiet) and leaned
further over the wall to see where the action was. At first I had
difficulty making out what I saw. Slowly as my eyes adjusted to the
dimness and I eased up my breathing. I could see Rajat's bare, broad
back and Chandra grabbing his hair with one hand and digging her
nails into his back with the other…Rajat and Chandra were embraced in
some sort of kissing (I guessed, at that time).
Then Rajat pried Chandra's hands and got up…and if it weren't for the
shock, which froze me where I was, I would have bolted back to my
room, thinking that he may have heard me. Instead, Rajat stood up and
lowered his shorts. Now, I could see his buttocks from where I sat…
both of his hands were in front of him and by the movements (and from
what he said) I guessed that he was holding Chandra's face with one
and with the other he was waving his phallus at her, asking, "Want
this, my little bitch?"
I was shocked. How could anyone talk to his wife like that? I thought
he loved her. But the thought was quickly pushed aside as I saw Rajat
move to his right and Chandra come into my view for the first time
since I returned from the bedroom.
She was on the sofa with Rajat now standing opposite her over her
outstretched legs…I could make out her face in the flickering light
of the TV and what I saw was the same lovely face I had been seeing
for the past three years; yet, there was something different…as I
realized much later…something very seductive and erotic.
"Yes, huzoor, please give it to me," she said.
"Beg then," Rajat was telling her, "beg and show me how you want it."
Chandra was now on her knees on the carpet and was pleading with
joined hands, "Please, Raja-saab, please give it to me. Let me suck
on your rod and drink my favorite juice".
I shifted my eyes to Rajat's "rod", it looked big and thick (but much
smaller than what I had seen in the pictures) and he was waving it in
front of her face, slapping her with it and brushing it across her
lips. Every time she opened her mouth to take it in he would pull her
head back with the other hand and taunt her to beg more.
This went on for few moments more before she grabbed his bouncing rod
and kissed it. She then pushed his foreskin back and exposed the
swollen purple head, which was now glistening with his pre-cum. She
flicked at the droplet with the tip of her tongue. This made Rajat
stiffen and put both his hands on his hips to balance himself from
falling behind…
Chandra had his cock in her left fist and was sliding the skin up and
down the shaft. She placed a light kiss on the tip of his throbbing
manhood and teasingly looked up at Rajat, who was in turn looking
heavenwards – as she slid her lips over the bulging bulk in her hand.
She pushed her face on it till almost the full length was inside her
mouth. Slowly, she drew her head back…and then back on to it again…
in, out, in, out…the head was moving back and forth. Rajat started
matching her rhythm by moving his pelvis as if he was actually
fucking her mouth.
The only sounds I could hear were the wet sucking sound of Chandra's
mouth moving over Rajat's cock and Rajat's heavy breathing. The heart
beat, the sound of the TV or the world around me had disappeared…all
I could see was my first real blowjob…and that from someone who
looked so homely and docile – so different from the girls in the
pictures.
Chandra was moving her head faster and Rajat matched his thrusts with
her bobbing head… Suddenly, Rajat buckled as if in pain (I wondered
if she had bitten him for calling her a bitch) and then straightened
up and pulled Chandra's head back with one hand and started
masturbating with his own right hand. As he did this there was a
different kind of smile on Chandra's face and she was prompting
him, "Yes, my Raja, shoot your load on your daasi." "Give your slave
her reward."
But, Rajat was oblivious and was almost bending down upon her head
when he straightened up again just before he shot a jet of his man-
juices on Chandra's face…it was all over her cheeks and chins (yes,
she had a double-chin)…he continued to pump his throbbing cock and
more of his load spurted on to her. He then held her face and made
her take his oozing rod back in to her mouth and was moving his hand
over it as if he was squeezing all the remaining juices down her
throat. Chandra seemed to enjoy this and was sucking on it with
relish…
Then, slowly, Rajat pulled his cock out of Chandra's mouth and fell
on the sofa, drained out but happy.
Chandra just sat there, on the carpet and pulled her T-shirt over her
head and wiped her face and neck with it…as she did this, I noticed
that she was not wearing any bra. Though I had seen her breasts many
times before, it was different this time. Maybe, I was just looking
at them with a different pair of eyes…I noticed, after all these
years, that her breasts were very full and fair – she was quite fair
herself and the unexposed parts (I don't ever remember seeing her in
a sleeveless out fit all those years and her dresses could only be
described as conservative) of her body seemed even fairer. She had
large pinkish areoles and her nipples were quite thick and long. It
was almost as if the teats on baby feeding bottles were designed from
her nipples. The breasts themselves were big (much later I found out
about cup sizes and hers were a `C') and there was something
different about them…they were not like round melons (as some of my
friends used to described big-breasted girls). When I thought about
it later, I realized they were shaped more like the Alphonso mangoes
that we used to get back in India…only slightly bigger. The base was
almost big enough to fill both my hands and it tapered slightly as it
moved towards the nipple. They looked just as tasty and inviting.
I wondered what next. Was this all? Is this all they did and was it
now time to go to sleep? The pictures that I had seen showed many
more things…weren't these two going to do those? I was disappointed…I
was hoping to see what `fucking' was really like…so many pictures and
so many whispered stories…and all I get to see was…just then Chandra
got up and gave Rajat a kiss on his cheek and said, "Be right back,
my baby. Let me wash up and come, then, mommy will give you more doo-
dhoo."
I almost wet my pants…what was I supposed to now? I slid back as
quietly as possible and rushed into my room and shut the door – it
must have just in the nick of time, because a few seconds later I
heard her open the door to my bedroom and peek inside. Seeing me
sleeping (he, he!), she pulled it back and went to the bathroom.
I heard the water flow, but it was not the tap. It sounded different.
Yes, she was taking a pee and left the door open…how I wished I could
go and watch that. Then I heard her flush the toilet and splash water
on herself. A few moments later she was in the kitchen and I heard
the fridge open. Maybe she's having a drink of water (much later I
found out that it was just water she had taken) and/or taking it for
Rajat.
My eyes were beginning to sting with sleep, but I couldn't let them
shut them. I knew there was more to watch and I wanted to stay awake
for that.
When I felt that she had returned and it was safe to go back, I slid
out of my bed and tiptoed to my vantage point. But when I reached
there, it was almost dark. The TV had been switched off and the only
light was the glow of the table lamp at the far corner of the room.
It was not only lowered to its dimmest, it was also on the other side
of the people. This gave me only the chance to view the silhouettes.
I was disheartened – but not so much that I was ready to go back to
sleep. I decided to stay and watch whatever I could see and hoped
that this time around they wouldn't take any breaks.
As I sat crouched behind the wall, Rajat leaned over and kissed
Chandra on her neck, and then on the shoulders, then he moved down
her arms and kissed his way to her fingers. He held her palm in his
hand and started kissing each finger then took each one of them in
his mouth and sucked on them.
I was straining to make out the figures as the shadows made them look
like one and I was imagining more than I could see.
After a few moments of sucking on her fingers, Rajat made Chandra sit
upright on the sofa and kneeled before her between her parted legs.
She was wearing her petticoat (which she usually wore under her
maxi/dress at home). But this night, I hoped I would get to see (and
not just glimpse) what was underneath.
He struggled to untie the string…and she jokingly chided him, "…can
open other things without any struggle, but can't open a naada." He
in turn, joked about having to use his fingers where `other' things
were concerned.
After she helped him untie the string, he pulled her petticoat from
under her and threw it behind him. There she sat, without a single
stitch on her body, except the toe rings on the second toe of both of
her chubby feet. That's when I noticed that she had removed all other
jewellery, including her mangalsutra.
Rajat started to kiss her again, first on her mouth and after a few
tonguing moments, he started to move lower. I noticed he had his left
hand behind her and in his right hand he had cupped her left breast.
Chandra was leaning back on the sofa with her face turned towards the
ceiling and eyes shut tight.
Rajat was mouthing her all over her chest and then over her breasts
and finally he started to suck on her large nipples…as he did this,
Chandra caught Rajat's head and pressed it on to herself, giving out
little moans. (I wondered if he was biting her too hard.)
Deliberately, he moved lower and was now kissing her tummy and
licking her all over, circling and poking his tongue into her belly
button. This seemed to give her pleasure and she pulled his face up
and started to kiss him…
He removed her hand and put them to her side and got up (and I
wondered, sadly, "now what?"). In the darkness I could make out the
smile he had, as he move towards the table lamp. He increased the
brightness to a level that made seeing both of them clearly.
"Umm, why did you do that?" she moaned.
"I want to see what I am enjoying…I like to see what I am having for
dessert," he replied.
Wishes do get granted – there was light!
She was fair, very fair. And plumb. She was not like the models and
actresses you see on TV or films. She was more like a `bhabhi' of the
movies…plumb and soft all over. Her thighs were thick. So was her
midriff, not exactly paunchy, but just plump all over. And just a
little below belly button, I could see the patch of thick bush that I
had seen fleetingly so often. The hair seemed thicker and darker
between her fair thighs, and Rajat was combing it with the fingers of
one hand while he caressed her breasts with the other.
He then slid his hands over her thigh and started kissing them. Down,
he went. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, her knees, all the
way to her feet. He was almost prone on his stomach as he licked and
sucked her toes on both feet, as if he was paying homage to a goddess.
Then he started his climb upwards and this time he spread her legs
even wider as he reached the insides of her left thigh…all this time
I could hear Chandra's moaning and mumblings. I could not make out
the words, exactly, but there were a lot of "oohs" and
prolonged "ummms", interspersed with "yeses" and "yas".
As Rajat reached the top of Chandra's thighs, she clasped his hair
and was bucking upwards to meet his mouth. He continued kissing her
and lifted her willing legs over his shoulders as he buried his face
even lower and deeper between her legs.
From the way Chandra was writhing on the sofa and the increased
frequency of her bucking, I was sure he was kissing her "there".
Where "there" was exactly, was a real mystery to me at the time, but
imagination compensated for the lack of knowledge (and the photos we
saw gave enough fuel to that imagination).
I could now hear other sounds. Sound like a puppy drinking milk from
a shallow dish…Rajat was really having his dessert and it was turning
my homely, docile Chandra into a wild bucking mare. She was almost a
foot above the sofa seat, supported by Rajat's palms under her well-
endowed buttocks; she was thrusting her hair-covered special dish
into his face.
Whatever Rajat was doing, Chandra was enjoying it to the hilt. And
from what I could see Rajat was enjoying himself just as much.
Suddenly, Chandra started bucking even harder and with her fingers
clasping Rajat's hair tightly, was pressing his face deeper into
herself…the jerking and convulsions lasted more than few seconds
before she relaxed back to the sofa. But, she still hadn't let go of
Rajat's face, now buried deep between her legs. In the dim light I
could see her face and chest had turned almost crimson.
Slowly as she released Rajat's head, I could see that his face was
covered with something wet…as if he had put is face in a dish of
jelly. He looked up at Chandra and smiled and raised his eyebrows and
asked, "How was that…did my daasi enjoy serving the dish." "Chup,"
she replied, "must not ask such questions…go from here."
"Hmm, sure?" he teased her back. "Sure you don't want more of that?"
Then sitting down beside her, he held up his half limp cock and
asked, "don't want to play with this?"
"Yessssss," she replied with a big grin. "But first I must wake up
that monster, na? Come here let me give his some wake up kisses."
Saying this she bent down to his lap and started to kiss the length
of his shaft. It immediately responded to her caress and started
twitching upwards…
She brought it back to its full erection and continued to suck it as
if it was her lifeline. I suddenly realized that I was squeezing my
little cock so hard that I my nails were digging into the flesh. I
wanted to take it out of my pajamas and start masturbating there but
I was afraid of missing out the happenings on the sofa (and I was
also afraid of being heard).
A few minutes of sucking later Chandra got up and said, "I think the
little monster wants to go into his cave." Saying this, she lay down
on the carpet and beckoned Rajat.
The position she was, on the carpet, gave me a good clear view of
what was really there between her thick thighs…this was the first
time I was looking at her from this angle and it was simply watering,
mouth-watering, i.e.
Her thighs, though thick, were smooth and silky. They were very fair
and from all the action tonight, I could make out the finger and bite
marks allover, where Rajat had expressed his passion so explicitly.
She lay there, with her feet flat on the floor and the knees pointing
to the ceiling. From where I was, I could see her hairy pussy with
the swollen lips, which were like the inside of a pomegranate…bright
red and juicy. I could also see that it was wet and pouring out her
juices.
I wondered what was so nice about that flowing fluid that Rajat was
in ecstasy licking it the way he was a few minutes ago. Thinking of
that made me look up at clock. It was more than an hour since I first
came out to spy on them – wow; these guys are really into foreplay (I
didn't remember using that word at the time, though).
Rajat knelt between her legs and rubbed his hard cock on the wet
pussy and was sliding it vertically over the slit in a teasing manner
and asking, "Want this?" To this, Chandra simply moaned and made a
hissing sound, "hhsssss…" and raised herself to grab Rajat buttocks.
But Rajat wouldn't let her and pushed back to the floor and lay on
top of her…He started to kiss her (I guess, from the movements and
sounds), and grind is hips on her.
Once again Rajat raised himself up after a few moments of grinding
and crouched to kiss Chandra's soaking pussy. Then, he raised her
thighs and spread them apart while he positioned himself for the
final assault (I guessed).
Their position gave a view that, when I think back, was optimum. I
could see that Rajat had placed his right palm on the bushy triangle
and was massaging the upper part of Chandra's pussy with his thumb.
As he did this, Chandra was being driven crazy with stimulation of
her clit and was going on, "Oh gosh, oh gosh, Rajat,
pleasssssssssssse just put it inside and ram me…. I want you
nnnaaowww, Raja. Now, please, Raja, Raja."
Rajat ran the rubbed his palm over the flowing juices and rubbed it
over his own cock…he did this a couple of times and then slid both is
thumbs inside the pussy and rubbed the walls as if to loosen the
swollen lips to make way impending intrusion. Only, to Chandra, it
wasn't an intrusion at all…it was what she was waiting for all
evening.
Then as Rajat readied himself, he held the top of Chandra's thighs
apart with both his hands and moved his hips up and down as if
placing his cock in the best position for entry. He stopped moving as
he found his spot.
Then, ever so slowly he pushed his butts towards the impatient pussy.
When I saw the head of his cock sliding in, I felt myself pushing my
cock into the fist I had made over it and to me it was almost as if I
was the one about to ram my cock inside the inviting cavern of love.
With one sudden and forceful thrust Rajat was deep inside Chandra's
cunt. This made her buck up with the pleasure of pain and she sat
upright, holding on to Rajat's broad shoulders with both her hands.
As she did this, her face was placed over Rajat's left shoulder. Her
teeth were clenched as tight her fists and her eyes shut tight. When
she relaxed, after a couple of seconds, and opened her eyes, she was
looking straight at me or at least I thought to at that moment. But
she didn't seem to see me and I thought that I must have imagined it.
Presently, she relaxed. I guess as the initial pain of the thrust
subsided, the sensation of having the thick cock deep inside her was
filling her up with the pleasure. She returned back to the floor and
Rajat started to raise himself from her…as he separated himself just
far enough to keep the tip of his cock on the entrance of her pussy,
and then lowered himself again. This time it was more slow and
deliberate. As he reached the end, he pushed himself deeper, as if to
touch her insides with his cock. He started pump and increased his
momentum ever so slowly, every time giving a hard push at the end of
thrust.
As he increased the speed and force with which he was now ramming
into the moaning and hissing Chandra's, Rajat started to grind his
hips. He would bury his cock deep inside and at the end then move his
pelvis as if he was grinding Chandra's clit with his pubic bone. In
return, Chandra had both her legs wrapped around Rajat's thighs; just
below his butt and was meeting his rhythm perfectly. She would
release him just as he raised himself and then as he began his thrust
she would tighten her embrace and pull him towards herself with her
feet.
This went on and on – I don't know for how long. The suddenly he
stopped and relaxed on top of her…Chandra held him like a baby over
her and caressed his hair and patted his back. She was soothing him
like a child who had just bruised himself, "shhh, shhh," she was
going on.
Rajat raised himself and got up. He then lifted Chandra and kissed
her and patted her broad buttock. She seemed to understand what he
wanted with a word being exchanged. She smiled, a knowing smile, and
turned around and placed herself on all fours.
As Rajat moved aside to get a tissue, I saw Chandra's voluptuous
backside. It was quite wide and was flushed red all over. The force
of Rajat's ramming must have really given the well-padded buttocks a
real pumping.
As she waited there on her fours, Chandra wriggled her ass invitingly
at Rajat. This and the site of her dripping pussy were driving me
crazy and my groin was hurting with the tension. I realized – not for
the first time – that I was holding my breath again.
Rajat sat beside her and slapped one huge cheek that was being waved
in front of him. He then started to squeeze those cheeks and kiss
them all over (and I went, "oh, no. Not again.") I just wanted to see
what he would do now…would he actually fuck her in the back. Would he
put that big cock into her asshole?
He continued kissing. He was kneading those cheeks as if they were
dough and spreading them and slapping them and then again kissing
them. The he did something I never thought (until then, that is)
people did. He spread her cheeks far apart and kissed her smack in
the center of her asshole.
I wondered what it would smell and taste like. Instead of feeling
yucky, I actually was excited, even more now. I wanted to see him
spreading it and kissing the hole again. And Rajat did just that and
more. He spread the cheeks and started to lick her…all the way down
he went with his tongue as far as it would reach…then licked his way
up and slurped on the pick puckered hole.
He flicked the puckered star with his tongue and circled the wrinkles
with its tip. He was trying to pierce the tightly pursed muscles with
his tongue and drooling over it. His spit mingled with her juices –
their juice – was now dripping over her thick thighs. He kept licking
her cheeks, the holes and up and down her thighs.
Chandra was wriggling her tantalizing ass all the time, driving me
mad with the desire to rush and find out for myself the pleasures of
licking a big beautiful ass like that. But all I could right then was
to squeeze my little throbbing cock with my fingers and hope that
some day soon I could be doing what Rajat was now doing to her.
Rajat once more knelt between her legs and spread her legs with his
own knees till he was comfortably positioned. I lost view of what was
happening and all that I could see was Chandra's thick thighs framing
Rajat's legs.
Rajat moved a little forward on his knees and tilted a little
backwards. From this I understood that he was placing his cock in
position to enter her again, but I was desperate to see which hole. I
could not see but realized that it must have been into her pussy,
because it was more of smooth sliding in than the forceful pushing he
would have had to, if it was her back entrance.
She was pushing her ass back on to him to meet his thrusts. He, in
turn, started to pump her faster and was slapping her cheeks quite
hard and was bending over her ample tits and squeezing them
alternatively.
In between he would remove his cock and rub it over her cheeks and
from the her moans and movements, I guessed, he tried to place it on
her asshole and push it…After a few minutes of this he removed his
cock and made her lie down again.
Then without another word he just plunged his hard wet cock into her
pussy and started to ram her hard. It was just a few pushes before he
tensed up and grabbed the sides of her hips and started to pump her
even harder than before. Through his clenched teeth, I could hear him
say, "I am coming, I am coming."
"Yes, my baby," she encouraged him. "Yes, come on, give it me." "Show
me how much you love me," she went on. "Shoot your hot juices deep
inside and fill me up with your love."
That cajoling seems to have given him renewed energy. As she was
coaxing him to shoot his hot jism inside her, I could see Rajat's
buttock tighten…he was pushing deeper into her and started to jerk
and ram harder into Chandra's pussy. All of a sudden, he stopped and
was pushing himself deeper insider her. It was as if he could feel
her pussy squeezing his cock inside to drain the last drops of his
hot cum. He lowered himself on Chandra and lay on top of her, as she
soothed him with words like, "Oh my baby, poor baby."
I sat there in my crouched position and just stared at the bodies.
They were glistening with perspiration. But what caught my attention
was the sight between Chandra's legs…her hairy pussy. After a few
moments, I saw Rajat's cock relaxing and then it slowly popping out
and lie there…and then her hot cunt let out the juices pumped in. It
was as if lava was flowing out of a hot volcano, only this was creamy
white.
I was so transfixed on the spot that I think I wasn't even blinking,
leave alone breathing. Then I saw Rajat starting to move and he was
beginning to grind himself on her. At that moment I came back to my
senses and noticed that I was holding on cock and it too had gone
limp. When I moved my palm away, it was wet and that I had wet my
pajamas with my cum…and I hadn't even noticed it.
Rajat lifted himself up from Chandra, who was lying on the floor with
her hands and legs spread wide apart…the smile on face was wider. I
crawled half way down the corridor – more to avoid the fluid in my
pants dripping on to the floor than out of fear of being heard.
I just slipped on to the bed and pulled the sheet over myself and
waited for the sound of movements outside. It wasn't long. I heard
someone walk outside my door and go into the other room…then I heard
another set of footsteps. This one was accompanied with sound of
ruffling clothes. I guessed it must be Chandra, tip toeing with their
clothes behind Rajat.
I reached out to the tissue box next to the bed and wiped my self as
well as I could – it congealed somewhat by then and I was feeling
sticky around my thighs. I didn't want to go to the bathroom and wash-
up, lest I raise any suspicion.
I don't know how long I lay there awake thinking of what I just saw
and was fantasizing and drifted into the nether world of dreams soon
after that.
I saw Chandra and my self, instead of Rajat, in the living room. I
was kissing her and licking her and sucking her tits. Only this time
I was not the 12 year-old-kid; I was grown up and had a muscular body
and a cock I was proud of. And Chandra too was not the plumb, hairy
female I had just seen being fucked in the living room. Just as I was
about to lean over and kiss her, I felt someone shake me.
I woke up with a startle and did not recognize the surroundings. I
thought I was still dreaming and Chandra had transformed overnight
and was waking me up. As I got oriented a few seconds later, I saw
that it was Chandra sitting next to me in the café and shaking me.
She was saying something, which I couldn't make out.
Then I remembered that she was indeed in person in front of me and I
was day- dreaming about that night long ago…the night I first saw her
being fucked my her husband, when she was just another good-looking
housewife with a pretty face and smile.
Now, here she was. Beautiful. In every sense of the word, just as I
had dreamt on that very night when I slept holding my cock
fantasizing about making love to her. I don't know exactly how long
it was between the time we came into the café and the time she shook
me up from my daydream. She asked me, "Kya hua?"
"I don't know, Kandy." "I can't believe how much you have changed," I
blurted out. Either she ignored it or didn't notice it, but she
didn't say anything about my calling her Kandy. Instead, she simply
said, "I hope for the better and you like what you see. You too have
changed into a hunk."
I couldn't believe what I heard. It was my turn to wonder – either I
was misinterpreting her tone (and words) or she was actually flirting
with me. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to get dumbfounded
again. "Like?" I asked, "I love the way you look. If only…." I let
the sentence hang in the air, without completing it.
"If only, what?" she persisted. Was she really flirting? Or was she
just, teasing me? I wasn't sure at that point in time.
A year or so, after The Night, Rajat and Chandra left the country.
Rajat had got a better offer somewhere else and they moved stock and
barrel to a different country. After a few months of keeping touch
(from what my mom used to tell) we lost contact with them.
All through the years, since she left, I never forgot her. And always
fantasized about her. Almost all my fantasies used to be centered on
her and most of the times that I masturbated – and I did that very
often those days – I used to imagine that I was shooting my load
either in her or on her.
I did get around to having girl friends, but never got to actually
laying any of them. Either, I was not interested (not fully true, I
wished to fuck any girl, but the few times I did get the chance it
didn't materialize) or the girl was not willing. I did get to feel a
lot of tits and pussies, though. I had pussy juice dripping all over
my palms and had my share of blowjobs…but never actually got my dick
into a pussy.
So, technically, at 19, I was a virgin. I had very strong feeling
that all that was about to change…and how!

