Falguni was the first woman with whom I had actual penetrative sex. She was a neighbour who came to reside in our chawl about 34 years ago. She was married young and her husband was a machine repairer and they had an 8-month-old baby boy. Her house like ours was a one-room tenement on the first floor. Ours was the second in the row of houses while hers was at the end of the chawl.
She was about 22 then. And I was 18.
As I grew up and matured, I began to look at Falguni in a different perspective. She soon became my fantasy image for masturbation sessions. I also was benefitted in the later years with my time with Sumashree and my college-mate Rupa.
I found Falguni very sexy. She was short, not more than 5’3”. She was not heavily built, rather on the slimmer side with an adequate amount of flesh where it matters most. She was medium complexioned bordering on the darker side. She had a very narrow waist. She did not have big boobs, they were relatively small, Size A or at the most size B. But then, she had been compensated with a very massive butt. Really massive, if you know what I mean. And it showed on her. I later checked her out. She measured 32B-24-42. In those days, there used to be trend and it continued for a long time, regarding the dress women wore at home or in the confines of the chawl. She would wear a petticoat (the kind you wear under the sari) and a tight shirt (usually a collared T-shirt). Now with this dress on, you could imagine her butt showing off her glory. And whenever she wore a sari, she would drape and insert the folds way below her navel revealing her beautiful narrow waist in full. And often her pallu would slide aside to reveal her deep sexy navel. And since her butt used up more of the sari length, there was not enough to cover the chest. And therefore, often the short pallu would move aside to show off her small right tit.
The first incident relates to the initial days of her arrival. We had just been introduced and since I was young, I was not considered “a problem” to her. I would often take her child from her arms into mine, in the process taking the advantage of a brief touch of her small tits. As we became familiar, I began to find her very sexy. She had seductive eyes and her walk amplified the glory of her massive arse.
Day in and day out I would ogle at her. My after-dinner night walks would be in the chawl veranda leading to her house and back. At the end of it in the darkness, I would carefully take a peek into her room through the damaged peephole on the door. I would often watch her strip her sari or shirt and retire into a nightgown. Once or twice, I could catch glimpses of her husband hugging her and kissing her. That itself used to be enough incentive for me to shag.
As a youngster on the verge of real puberty, I was waiting for a chance with this woman of my dreams.
My first real experience was an unexpected one. This was in the year 1984 when I was 20 and she was 24. I was in the habit of wearing a lungi, which is a loose cloth tied around the waist, and the edges tucked in. The length usually extends over the full leg. When at home, I never used to wear underwear. That particular day, I was sitting on the top of the stairs leading to the first floor, and she was standing adjacent to the stairs leaning against the wall and looking out. I was reading a book that had some steamy narration and I had spotted an erection, unknown even to me. Also, I hadn’t noticed her standing there just next to me.
I saw someone approaching and had to get up to give way because the staircase was narrow. I got up immediately and swung around the other way to stand against the wall. And there I was. I banged straight into her buttocks and I instantly had a harder erection that went right into the cleavage of her large butt since she was leaning over. I lost balance due to the unexpected obstruction and fell over her. She leaned further on the impact and I had to hold her hands to prevent an obvious fall. All this time, my erection penetrated further into her arse and was growing harder. She obviously realised this, as she struggled to get back into position. This lasted a minute or so, and when I regained my balance and withdrew, I noticed the crater my penis had created in her petticoat, where it had secured a temporary shelter. She was embarrassed and hurriedly adjusted her petticoat to smoothen the fabric, all the time eyeing my penis, which was obscenely bulging out of my lungi, with nothing to restrain it. I apologised profusely for the accident. She ignored this and went ahead into her house. For a few days after that incident, I couldn’t look into her eyes.
Another incident that is etched in my memory that proved to be the start of long innings of physical flirtations with Falguni happened later that year in 1984. She had a visitor in her nephew who had come down to stay with them during the summer vacations. She called me in the afternoon for some help she wanted. I went over, as usual, with no underwear under my lungi. She pointed out to a cane basket hung from the tiled roof, in which she said that she had kept grapes for drying into raisins. I had to bring it down. It was out of reach for both her and her nephew who was 10 years old. I tried reaching out but failed. I asked for a tall stool to be brought and she arranged for it. I looked up and lifting my lungi above my knees (as those south Indians do), I tied it around my waist, like a skirt.
I climbed up the five steps of the stool. She was looking up at me, I intentionally asked her to come closer and hold the stool, lest I fall. Her nephew was also looking up. I told him to look down at the legs of the stool and hold it steady. Falguni came closer and holding the stool, she looked up. I gave her a generous view of my prick under my lungi that was growing in hardness. I lifted my right leg a little and gave her a clearer view. From the corner of my eye, I saw her looking under my lungi with wide eyes and knew that she liked what she saw. I removed the basket from the hook and slowly and steadily came down the steps. And as I descended the second last step, she made an attempt to take the basket from my hand, and in the process brushed her hand against my erection and accidentally (or was it intentional, I never knew) lifted my lungi for a brief display of my organ. She held on to the basket for quite some time all the time enjoying the brush against my hardness.
As I said this was the beginning of a long series of physical flirtations with this woman. There was this incident that happened about a year later, on the day of Holi (the festival of colours). This was one of my closest physical encounters until that time and it happened in February 1985. I was 18 then. I don’t play Holi because of the synthetic colours they use. My door was locked, my parents were out of the house visiting a relative of ours since it was a holiday, and were to be away for at least two hours. She knocked on the door. I carefully opened the door, not expecting anyone with the colours. As soon as I was in the open, she brought her hands forward and sprayed with the dry colour powder. I was angry. After this, she ran towards her house. I grabbed a fistful of colours from her son who was standing nearby and chased her. Her house was latched and she couldn’t open it in time for the escape. I grabbed her in my arms from behind, my fists still clenching the colours. I pulled her towards me. She was pleading with me to let her go.
She was apologizing for her act but I was not listening. My mind was on what I could do with her now, now that she was firmly in my arms. I slowly removed my right hand and held her sexy waist. Her sari was way below her navel. I reached out and gradually spread the colours from the folds of her sari up to below her breasts. Then holding with the right hand, I let the left roam over her breasts over her blouse and slowly spread the colours over her blouse. I continued to caress her breasts and waist. She was not protesting as much now. I took the liberty of moving my hands over her parts where her cunt might have been. She pulled out of my grasp. I tugged at her and pulled her back to me. My penis was already knocking at her arse. She had realised this and giving all her strength, she freed herself and rushed into the house and closed the door behind her. I was left nursing an enormous erection, and had to rush back to my house to relieve myself of the load. This was the first time that I had held her breasts and squeezed them and rubbed them.
Over the next year, I found many opportunities to show my interest in her body. I would brush her breasts intentionally as she passed by or sometimes when no one was around, I would hold her hands and rub myself against her backside. She did not show any protest. I thought she enjoyed my actions since she would just stand there and allow me to do what I wanted, but at the same time on the look out for any trouble.
We had many such occasions and gradually she opened up to my sexual approaches towards her. We talked ourselves into getting into harmless acts. We indulged in bolder acts like kissing, petting and fondling each other. I used to touch her breasts and squeeze them quick. We used to hug each other tightly in the dark veranda of the chawl, and I used to give her a feel of my manhood against her cunt. I would rub my erection against her arse, fondle her bums and squeeze her while holding her breasts. She used to enjoy these and often confessed that she loved these “innocent” flirtations with her little devar (brother-in-law). While she satisfied herself with her husband, I was left to use my own hand. Our acts were routine and we never ventured into serious sex.
And then one day (it was in 1988), it happened. She was then 28 while I was 21. She still retained her sexuality. She had put on a little weight in the form of flesh around her sexy waist and more on her glorious butt.
I had just returned from college and I found no one at home. I had been informed by my folks that they were leaving for Bangalore on an emergency since there was a death in my father’s family. I was to be alone for another week or so. In those days, I couldn’t cook. Falguni came over in the evening and told me that my mother had asked her to make something for me if I asked. She had brought with her a huge plate full of meal and laid it on the table. On the pretext of seeing what she had brought, I leaned over her shoulder and holding her around her waist, rubbed my dick over her arse. She pushed me off calling me naughty.
I held her hands. She pulled away and told me to finish my dinner and said that she would come over later and give me milk.
“Khana khalo. Baad me aapke liye doodh laoongi.” (Eat your food. I will bring milk for you later)“Mujhe bhookh se jyada pyaas lagi hai”, I said. (I am more thirsty than hungry)“To paani pee lijiye”, she replied somewhat innocently. (Then drink water)“Nahin. Ye paani ki pyaas nahin. Bahut salon se tumhare doodh ki pyaas hai”. (No. This is not a thirst for water. This is a long thirst for your milk)
She blushed at my blatant statement. It is true that when she had delivered her second son in 1986, I had requested her for a suck of her breasts for her milk. She had refused.
I pulled her towards me. I whispered in her ear. “Falguni, itna sab hone ke baad bhi tum apne aapko mere se door rakhti ho. Kyon. Akhir mujhme kya kami hai jo main tumhe nahi de sakta. Kab se, itne saalon se main tumhare saath karna chahta hoon.”
(Falguni, after all this you are still keeping yourself away from me. Why? Afterall what am I lacking that I cannot give you? All these years I have wanted to have sex with you)
She stood staring at me, breathing heavily. “Itne saal lag gaye tumhe mujhe ye poonch ne ke liye. Agar tum mujhse 5 saal pehle bhi puchte to tabhi main haan kehdethi.”(It has taken you so long to ask me. If you had asked me even 5 years ago, I would have agree to it right then)
“Tab to main sirf 18 saal ka baccha tha.” (I was only a 18 year old child then)
“Accha bacche? 18 saal ki umr me to tumhara lund meri gaand me daala tha, yaad hai?”(Oh is it so good boy? At the age of 18 you had your cock in my arse, do you remember?)
She was referring to the incident where I had accidently banged into her from the back with an erect cock. I was now taken aback not because she had remembered, but the words she used to describe the event. She was using very raunchy words.
I nodded with a smile and took her in my arms and hugged her to me.
“Abhi lena ka mood hai ya khaaneke baad?” she asked me, as she kissed my face.(Will you take me now or after having your dinner?)
“Itne saal ka bhookh aur nahi rukh sakta. Ye khana to rukh sakta hai. Pehele mere jism ka bhookh mitao”, I said, still using my own words decently.(Hunger of so many years can’t wait any more. This dinner can wait. You first satisfy my body’s hunger)
“Bacche. Itne saal rukhe ho. 10 minute aur nahi rukh sakte?” she asked.(Kid. You have waited for so many years. Can’t you wait for another 10 minutes?)
“Nahi, Falguni Bhabhi. Aur nahi rukh sakta. Apna haath chala chala ke thak gaya hoon. Abhi tum hi mera bhookh mita sakti ho” I replied.(No. Falguni sister-in-law. I can’t wait any more. I am tired of using my hands. Now only you can satisfy my hunger)
“Ao chalo. Tayar ho jao apne khadak lund mere chooth me daal ne ke liye” she said as furiously began to kiss me on my lips. (Come on. Get ready to put your hard cock inside my cunt). She quickly removed my shirt and banian. I stripped her of her sari and literally tore ofF her blouse. I was in a daze and was like hypnotized. She unhooked her bra and immediately I latched on to her small tits. Sucking on the nipples and teasing them. She bent down and kissed my chest and stomach. She knelt under my lungi and gave me a quick blowjob. She literally manhandled my cock in her mouth. She was pausing repeatedly and combing my pubic hair aside. I hardly realized when I had come and that she swallowed every drop of my cum. “Iske liye main kitna tadpi hoon, tumhe nahin pata.” she purred as she smacked her lips after swallowing my seed. (You don’t know how much I have wanted this) It all happened so fast that I hardly realized that we did not indulge in any foreplay and that she was a good cock sucker.
I was spent and was actually a bit embarrassed that I had cum so quickly. I lay on the ground sprawled naked, my penis now limp and dripping drops of my cum on my belly. I was breathing hard and I could barely take in the fact that I had just been subjected to an awesome blowjob by this sexy woman. Though it was not my first blow job experience, this woman had made me cum so soon. May be it was the anticipation of more.
“Ab thoda time lagega, khada hone mein. Ek kaam karo. Tum saaf jo jao aur khana kha lo. Main ghar ka kaam khatam karke aati hoon. Tumhare bhai se kahoongi, ki tum akele ho isi liye aaj raat ko main yahin so jaaungi. Dekhte hain kya kehte hain”(Now it will be some time before it gets hard again. You do one thing. You clean up yourself and eat your dinner. I will finish my house work and come back. I will tell your brother (her husband) that since you are alone I will sleep in your house tonight. Let’s see what he says)
I groaned that it was going to be a little more time before I could satisfy myself fully with the lady of my dreams. I just couldn’t wait. I pleaded with her not to go.
She smiled, “Tumhe rukhna padega. Jaldi kya hai?” (You will have to wait. What’s the hurry?)“Agar Jeetu bhai ne na keh diya to?” I asked apprehensively. (What if Jeetu bhai says no?)
“Wapas to aana hi hai. Plate aur baaki ke bartan saaf karke leke jaana hai na? Tab karenge. Tum fikar mat karo. Aaj tera lund ko mere garam chooth ke andar daal ke hi yahan se jaaungi. Chalo ab utho aur saaf ho jao”(I have to come back anyway. Don’t I have to wash and take back the plate and other vessels? We will do it then. You don’t worry. Tonight, I will go back only after getting your cock inside my cunt. Now get up and wash yourself)
I couldn’t wait. My rock hard penis was aching for release again and showed her my growing erection.“Dekh Bhabhi. Tere liye phir se khada ho raha hai.”(See sister-in-law, this is getting hard and erect only for you)
“Lekin isme se ab kuch nahin nikalega. Khana kha lo to kuch shakti banegi mujhe baad me chod ne ke liye. Tab tak tere lund me bhi ras bhar jayega”(But there wont be anything coming out of it now. If you eat something you will have the energy to fuck me later. By that time you wil have some juice also in your cock)
She readied herself, adjusting her sari, blouse and hair. I got up from the floor, tied up my lungi properly.
“Lund ko acchi tarah saaf kar lena, soap se. Phir se choosna hai” and saying so she left for her home.(Wash your cock well with soap. I have to suck it again)
I was in heaven as I anticipated a night full of adventure and initiation into adulthood. I quickly had a wash, and also trimmed my hair. I finished my dinner in a jiffy and applied a deo all over. I waited anxiously.
She knocked at about 10 pm. I let her in looking at her face, awaiting her response. She looked at me and asked, “Kya hua?”(What happened?)
“Jeetu bhai ne kya bola”(What did Jeetu bhai say?)
“Haan bola” and barely had she finished saying that I leapt forward like a hungry tiger and gathering her in my arms began to kiss her face furiously. (He said yes)
“Bacche. Rukh jao” she said as she forcibly pushed me back. “Darawaza to bandh kar. Aur itni jaldi kya hai. Ab to saari raat padi hai. Tere lund to thik nahi payega subah tak”(Kid, slow down. Close the door first. And what’s the hurry. We have the whole night. Your cock wont be able to last till the morning)
I rushed to close the door. She had by that time collected the vessels and placed them in the wash bucket. She had lifted her sari and petticoat and tucked it into her waist line.“Aao Bhabhi ab wait nahi kar sakta” I said as I opened my arms asking her to come into them. (Come sister-in-law, I can’t wait any longer)
“Chal hut. Tu bulayega aur main aajaungi kya? Sabr kar. Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai”(Go away. Do you think you will call me and I will just come in. Have patience. Fruits of patience are sweeter)
“8 saal se sabr hi kar rahan hoon, Bhabhi” (I have been waiting for 8 years, sister-in-law)“Tu itna masoom hai. Bol, iss se pehele sex kiya hai kisi ke saath?” (You are so innocent. Tell me, have you had sex with anyone before this?)
I shook my head. “Jhoot bolta hai?” (You are lying)
“Nahin Bhabhi. Sach. Kabhi nahi kiya. Haan, ek saal pehele humare ghar ek ladki aayi thi yaad hai?”(No, sister-in-law. This is truth. I have never done it. Yes, one year back there was a girl in our house remember?)
“Nahin, kaun” (No, who was it?)“Phir aap nahin jaanti. Usne mujhe saab seeka diya, lekin mera lund andar nahi dalne diya”(Then you won’t know her. She taught me everything, but she did not allow me to put it inside her)
“Lund chuswaya?” (Did you get her to suck your cock?)
“Haan Bhabhi. Bahut baar. But aaj jaisa mazaa nahi aaya”(Yes, sister-in-law, many times. But never enjoyed it like today)
“To chal. Aaj tujhe lund chalana bhi seekadungi. Haath chala chala ke bahut thak gaya hai na tu?”(Come on then, today I will teach you to move your cock. You must have been tired using your hands, haven’t you?)
“Bhabhi agar Jeetu bhai ko pata chal gaya to?” (What if Jeetu bhai comes to know?)
She looked at me perplexed. “Tu batane wala hai kya?” (Are you going to tell him?)I shook my head. “Main to nahin batane wali. To kaise pata chalega?” (I am not going to tell him. Then how would he know?)
“Agar hum pakde gaye to?” (What if we get caught?)“Darwaza bandh hai na?” she asked. (Door is closed, isn’t it?)
I nodded looking at the door to confirm myself.
“To phir?” (Then?)
She made it sound so easy and natural and I had no answer. But I still had my apprehensions. I was entering into an illicit relationship with this neighbour and I did not know what could be the outcome. Hundreds of worries flew through my mind. What if she mentioned it during her casual talks? What if she became pregnant? What if he suspected? What if someone else saw us having sex? What if someone saw her coming out of my house in the morning? What would they think?
I was shaken out of my thoughts by the feel of her lips on mine as she traced her tongue on my lips. I was shaking. She held me around my waist and taking my hand in hers put it around her waist. I gathered her in both arms and pressed her to me as she reached out once again to kiss my lips. I grabbed her ample buttocks in my palms and lifted her just a bit so she could kiss me. We kissed full mouth and her tongue pushed mine aside and reached out to my oral depths. I just left making any attempt to taste her oral juices. A few minutes of tongue lashing later she relaxed and I took over and dug my tongue into her mouth savouring the taste of her mouth and lips. My erection had grown harder now and was now pressing against her crotch.
I felt her hand grabbing my erection and squeeze it. I grimaced in pain and released her. She released me and laughed. “Kya hai yeh itna khadak?”(What is this, so hard?)
I retorted, “Kya Jeetu bhai ka bahut naram hota hai?” I was holding my cock through my lungi and caressing it trying to relieve off the pain.(Is Jeetu bhai’s cock soft?)
“Bachhu. Lund naram ho ya khadak, uska dum tab pata chalta hai jab woh choot ke andar hota hai. Dekhte hain tere lund mein dum hai ki nahin”(My child. The power of a cock is understood when it is inside a cunt, not by seeing its hardness or softness. Let’s see how powerful your cock is)
She was obviously teasing me and arousing me. I was in mock anger and I removed my lungi immediately. My cock was already hard and erect and now it was free. She looked at it.
“Acchi tarah se dekh lo bhabhi. Kuch hi der mein yeh tera choot ke andar hoga”(Look at it properly, sister-in-law. In a few minutes, this will be inside your cunt)
She removed her blouse and opened her bra that had a hook in the front. I grabbed her small breasts. “Bhagwan ne bahut na insaafi ki hai tere saath bhabhi. Itne chote chote mamme de di hai. Lekin haan gaand bahut bada diya hai”(God has not been just with you, sister-in-law. He has given you very very small breasts. But yes, he has given you really big buttocks)
“Tereko pasand hai?” she asked, even as I began to flick her nipples with my fingers.(Do you like it?)
“Tere gaand dekhke to pehli baar mujhe aapke saath karne ko man kiya. Aapko bhi to yaad hai, jab mera lund ghus gaya tha” I said.(I felt like sleeping with you only after seeing your buttocks. You also remember don’t you, when I first pushed it inside your arse?)
“Aur holi ke din, yaad hai? Tum ne mujhe zabardasti pakad ke kya kya kiya tha” she asked.(And do you remember Holi. You forcibly grabbed me and did what not)
I feigned that I had forgotten this incident (though I knew it and have written this earlier) and asked “Mujhe ye yaad nahin. Kya aur kab kiya tha?”(I don’t remember. What did I do and when?)
“Tumne mujhe jhakhad ke, pura rang mere chaati aur pet pe mal diya tha, aur piche se apne lund ko baar baar mere andar daalne ka action kar raha tha”(You grabbed me, and smeared all the colours on my chest and stomach, and you were acting as if you were fucking me in my arse)
“Hmm. Lekin accha laga tha ke nahin?” I asked. (But you liked it didn’t you?)“Chal hut. Bahut gheela kar diya tha us din tumne” she said laughing.(Come on now. You had made me completely wet down there that day)
By this time, I had started squeezing her small breasts in my palms and she was wincing in pain. I released them and she heaved a sigh and hit my hand in mock anger.
Her blouse was open along with her bra. She stood before me in her bare chest and her sari with the pallu down on the floor. I could see her deep sexy navel. I was salivating and my penis was throbbing. I took her in my arms more gently this time and embraced her. I could feel her breasts against my chest. I had experienced this with Sumashree, but Falguni was different.
I slowly removed the tuck off her sari folds and it literally dropped down layer by layer. She had worn no petticoat below and now she was standing there in her white panty that was soaked. She removed her blouse and bra off her arms and kept it aside. As she turned to keep it on the chair nearby, I saw her buttocks. Her narrow waist expanded in to the biggest bums I had seen in my life so far. She was big in her behind. She caught me staring with my mouth wide open, and coming forward kissed me again on my cheek.
“Kyon kabhi kisi ka gaand nahin dekha kya?” (Why? Have you not seen anyone’s buttocks before?)
I shook my head, “Dekha hai. Lekin itna bada aur nanga nahin dekha” ( I have seen. But never before such a big one and that too naked)
“Chal ab kiss kar isko” and pointed at her buttocks. (Come on now. Kiss them)
I couldn’t have waited. I grabbed her and I turned her around and pushed her on all fours on the floor. I pulled her panty and tore it apart. I was well aware of all known positions of sex by then. Kneeling behind her, I guided my dick into her wet clit and entered smoothly. (I hadn’t realised it until much later that I had lost my virginity to this lady. Her pussy was the first one I had entered in my life and how?). It hurt initially, but I soon settled down. She pushed herself back in ecstasy as she felt my iron rod slitting her cunt lips. I couldn’t wait for any foreplay. Holding her small breasts, I humped her fast and quick. In no time, I came and so did she. I don’t know where it came from, but I sent in a huge load of semen into the inner depths of her womb. I collapsed over her with my penis still inside her cunt. It was too fast for both of us. We were in a tearing hurry to have each other. My first sexual intercourse had lasted just about less than 4 minutes flat.
We relaxed a little while on the bare floor, fondling each other and intermittently kissing. She got up after sometime and changed into a petticoat and T-shirt. She did not put her bra. Her panty was anyway torn into two and she looked at it and smiled at me.
“Size batao, doosra la dunga” I said. (Tell me your size. I will get you a new one)“Aur tu jayega dukan mein mera panty kharid ne ke liye?” she asked derisively. (And you will go to the shop to buy me a panty?)
I prepared the bed for both of us in the small chawl house. She went ahead to clean herself in the bathroom and then set down to wash the utensils.
I lay down in my lungi, bare chested waiting for her. I expected her to sleep next to me that night and hence had laid only one bed. After her work about 30 minutes later, she came down and lay down next to me. I turned over and balancing my head on my arms, looked at her and smiled.
“Kya?” she asked. (What?)“Ek hi baar karna hai kya?” I asked. (Do you want to do it only once?)
“Itna jaldi khada nahi hota kisi ka, ek baar jhad gaya to”(Once some one has ejaculated, you cannot be hard so soon)
By this time, I had known that I could ejaculate quickly enough again. I had experienced this with my time with Sumashree as well as she had taught me how to hold back ejaculation for longer time.
“Mujhe nahin lagta” and I got up and lifting her petticoat up to her knees, I went between her legs, as she spread and raised her knees. (I don’t think so)
I licked her pussy just as Sumashree had taught me to. I sent her into an orgasm.
I got up on my knees and lifting her legs straight up and spread out, asked her to hold her legs apart. I guided my erection against her pussy lips and without any more hesitation pushed myself against her. I entered her deep right upto my balls. I felt her clamping on my cock and wrapped her legs around me as I descended over her and holding her face in my palms, kissed her on her lips.
“Sach me. Itna jaldi lund khadak hote dekha nahin” she said in between the kisses. (Truly, never seen a dick getting hard so soon)
“Jeetu bhai aur mere siva aur kitne lund dekhen hain, Bhabhi?” (How many cocks have you seen sister-in-law, other than mine and Jeetu’s?)
“Chal shaitan. Aisa matlab nahin tha. Kabhi aisa suna nahin”(You devil. I didn’t mean that. Never heard of it)
“Ab sun liya na. Ab mujhe tereko chodne de aaram se. Pehli baar to pata bhi nahin chala”(Now that you have heard. Let me fuck you at leisure. The first time I hardly realized it)
“Chal jaldi kar. Main intezaar nahi kar sakti. Tera lund mere choot ko jala raha hai”(Come do it fast. I cant wait. Your cock is burning my cunt)
“Ye le Bhabhi, shuru ho gaya” saying so, I began to thrust slowly as she wound her arms around me below my shoulders.(Take this sister-in-law, I have started)
I wanted this to last for long as much as I could. The woman of my dreams was below me with my hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
That night, we had sex four times and hardly slept.
After this incident, it was practically a no-holds bar between us. We used up every opportunity to have sex, but taking every care not to expose ourselves to the neighbourhood. We did in her house, in my house, in her kitchen even as she cooked for her family, everywhere.
And Holi was never the same for me. Every year, a fistful of colour found its way into her blouse and her panty. And likewise, at the end of the day my penis would have a rainbow hue.
On another occasion, I had the chance to fuck her arse. This was in 1992, when I was 25 and she was 32. But before I start the gory details of my encounter, I must briefly describe the situation. That in fact, was the essence of the encounter.
As mentioned earlier, we all stayed in one-room tenements in the chawl. These rooms were further partitioned by wooden planks to convert the inner half to a kitchen and a bathroom. Her tenement was also on similar lines. The kitchen platform was separated from the bathroom by means of huge earthen pots of water. They had constructed shelves to keep the kitchen implements and containers. We used hindalium and aluminum containers in those days. During one of my casual visit to chat with her, her son showed me an innovation his father had done for the cable television. They couldn’t afford the regular cable connections (it was very expensive in those days). He had made a simple antenna from an aluminum pole, which was stuck out of the only window the room had. They had wired up the antenna to another aluminum block kept on the shelf. From this block another wire was taken to one of the aluminum containers containing grains, and stuck to a protruding welded joint. I noticed that every other container had the same joint. From this same joint a cable was taken to a box near the television and connected to the television cable point. This contraption worked and he demonstrated it to me. I was amazed at this ingenuity. I wanted to study this further.
I entered the kitchen area. Falguni was on the floor and gave me a naughty look. I smiled back. Her son was sitting near the television and after his demo returned to read a book. I asked him to switch the television on. I stood behind Falguni and took the cable in my hand and started to touch the different joints on the containers, some of which were kept in front of Falguni at the waist level. Falguni had worn as usual a petticoat and the shirt. As she got up to fetch something, her butt brushed my penis, which instantly stood to attention. She gave me another sexy look and smiled. She pinched my penis. I was in my lungi as usual without my underwear. The penis was standing like an ugly appendage. I tried to hide it from her son who was looking at me experimenting with his father’s innovation. Falguni went to the bathroom and I heard her washing herself. She returned to the kitchen side of the platform and resumed her position at my feet with her back to me. I was aroused by now and was watching her. I was trying to concentrate on the experiment.
As she sat down, she hiked her petticoat up to her waist and exposed her large beautiful buttocks.
It was going out of control. I was going mad. I slowly bent down and lifted her by her waist and whispered her to kneel down. She knelt, but since I was standing erect, I couldn’t reach her. She stood and bent down in an inverted V shape. Now her wonderfully smelling arse was very close to my johnny. Our private parts were still out of her son’s view because of the pots. The very thought of fucking her in front of her son and with the door open gave me a tremendous hard-on and my dick became rock hard. I slowly lifted my lungi with one hand (the other hand was still apparently experimenting with the cable on the containers in front of her. I held her waist and bringing it to the orifice of her rear, slowly and steadily plunged into her. I couldn’t hold for long because it was hurting my organ. I withdrew. My foreskin was pulled back to the limits and the pink head was covered with some kind of creamy stuff. I gasped and then bent forward and touched another container. As I did so, I whispered that I was finding it difficult. She lifted herself and reached out to a bottle of coconut oil. I understood and quickly applied a thick coat of oil on my penis. I poured a few drops into her arse hole.
Pushing her back to the inverted V position, I gently guided my penis into her rear hole. It slid in smoothly this time and after a few small strokes it was firmly encased between her fleshy sexy buttocks. I felt little pain, but the thought of having Falguni in her arsehole was exciting enough to cloud my thoughts. I began to guide myself in and out gently at first. All this time I was still experimenting with various containers around and in the process changing the channels on the television. Both the events amazed me. The cable television and my first arse fucking. My mind alternated between the TV and the sexy woman who was relishing my dick inside her arse hole. I could feel her muscles tightening around my dick as I humped her. She thrust a piece of cloth into her mouth to prevent herself from moaning or screaming. I had pumped into her for more than 10 minutes now and I could see that she was tiring in that position. We had no alternative position to seek under the circumstances.
I had to finish fast. I dropped the cable for a minute and bending down, held her shoulders. I began to pump faster into her now. I had to control my expressions too. I jacked in and out of her. I could feel myself coming fast. I whispered into her ear. “Teri gaand me karoon ki bahar daloon?”(Should I cum in your arse or shall I ejaculate outside?)
She had gagged herself and couldn’t speak. I removed the gag and she spoke between deep breaths. “Yeh rasoi hai. Bahar karoge to gandha ho jayega. Meri gaand bhar do”. She put the gag back.(This is a kitchen. If you ejaculate outside me, it will become dirty. Fill my arse)
I resumed my erect position and I no longer bothered to take the cable. My eyes were on the son who was now deeply engrossed in the novel and had turned away from me. The television was on and Zee TV was showing a sexy rain song. The door was still open and any one could just walk in and catch us in the act. This in itself gave me a kick.
I held her waist. She lifted herself and held on to the platform. My penis was now more comfortable in her nest. I pumped faster into her arse and soon could feel my balls swelling with pressure. I could literally feel the flow of cum into my hot shaft. I pumped further and in another couple of strokes I sent in a huge load of hot semen into the inner depths of her arse. I literally poured into her and it seemed endless.
My penis was shrinking rapidly and I withdrew my cum covered prick out of her. She contracted her buttocks tight to prevent any semen from oozing out. I pulled out her gag and wiped my prick and the little semen that had begun to flow between her gorgeous butts on to her inner thighs.
I dropped my lungi and bent briefly and kissed her buttocks. I whispered “thank you”, and released her. She fell to her knees and immediately dropped her petticoat to cover her nakedness. I took the cable and connecting it to another channel, came out of the kitchen.
She stayed there for some more time and then got up and went to the bathroom to wash. I faked interest in the innovation and spoke to her son. He had not noticed his mother going to the bathroom. I told him that I need to pee and he told me to use the bathroom. I went in and found Falguni on her hunches, wiping off the flowing semen with her palms and licking them. I excused myself and returned to my room telling her son that her mother was in there and I would use my own bathroom.
That was my first anal intercourse with Falguni and the best I have had to date. After that I had many sexual intercourses with her, many of them being limited to just sucking me off and many being of the bang-bang-thankyou-mam kind of quickies. Being residents of a chawl, we had to be careful not to be caught in the act.
My brief sexual encounter abruptly ended one day in an anti-climax. One day, in August 1993 I had returned from my tour from a site in eastern India and was eagerly looking forward to having sex with Falguni; that day her husband was not supposed to come back for lunch and was to go to another town to fetch some spare parts for his machine repair shop. He was likely to return only late at night. We waited till after lunch time to ensure that he did not return. After 2.00 pm I made my way to her house. After making the coded 3 knocks plus one, she opened the door and I moved in quickly. She was in her night gown. She immediately went under my lungi and gave me a quick suck, which ended in me spurting all over her face and chest. She licked my cum and kissed me. I dropped her on all fours, as was my favourite position with her. I loved seeing myself entering between her massive arse and fucking her in her cunt from the rear. We were wild and kissing and writhing on the floor as I went in and out of her wetness.
And then we were in for a shock. The door opened and there he was. Her husband. We stopped what we were doing. I pulled myself out of her cunt and quickly wrapped myself in my lungi. Falguni stayed where she was and the way she was. There was no escape. Her husband had caught us red-handed. I was shamed. His 33 year old wife getting fucked by a friendly 26 year old neighbourhood guy, was really going to shock him.
We waited for his stormy reaction. But then he smiled. He looked at my cock as it created a circular spot on my lungi. He said,”Ruk kyon gaye? Chalu raakho. Main bhi aata hoon.” (Why have you stopped? Continue. I will join you soon)
“Tune meri rand ka gaand to nahi mara na?”, he asked politely. (You haven’t fucked my whore in her arse have you?). I shook my head, fondling my organ trying to keep it from shriveling. “Uski gaand sirf mera hai. Kabhi dekha hai aisi gaand?” he asked. (Her arse belongs to me only. Have you ever seen such an arse?)
I shook my head, in agreement with his generous assessment of his wife’s behind.
And saying so, we were surprised to see him strip in front of us and excite himself quickly to a massive erection. He was not bigger than me, but he was definitely thicker. He descended on her breast and invited me to join him. We both sucked Falguni’ s breasts. She was still to recover from her husband’s reaction to our sex. I then descended on her cunt and began to lick her vigorously. She was meanwhile giving her husband a nice blowjob. She had to open her small mouth really wide to accommodate the thick rod. She orgasmed twice while her husband sent in his load into her mouth.
He lay on the bed. His erection still held erect like a flag-post. Falguni knelt across him and descended slowly on his cock. His cock was now buried inside her up to his balls. She lay back on him and supported herself on her arms and called me around. I stood in front of her and was surprised to see her cunt vacant. She said,”Apna lund yehan daalo”, and pointed to her cunt. (Insert your cock here.) Her husband was inside her arsehole. I realized later that he had slid into her arse very very smoothly, without any pain to either Falguni or even himself. I guessed they did it often, her arse was such an irresistible thing.
I asked her if they had done it before. She replied she was regularly double penetrated by her husband and her 3 other brother-in-laws.
“Yeh aur mere devar log aisa kar chuke hain. Koi problem nahin hai. Jaldi dalo”, she said, opening up her pussy lips for me.(He and my brother-in-laws have already done it to me. I have no problem. Put it in quickly)
I adjusted myself between their legs and slowly she guided my penis into her vagina. She was double penetrated.
We started jacking in and out together. I was filling her cunt and he was digging her arse. She was moaning and groaning in pleasure at having two cocks inside her at the same time. We were into this for about 15 minutes, when I felt my cum sacs releasing the load into the tubes.
“Main ras daalne wala hoon, tere choot ke andar”, I screamed. (I am going to cum in your cunt)
“Main bhi teri gaand bharnewala hoon”, her husband screamed out. (Even I am going to fill your arse)
She clenched her fists as we both shot our load into her cavities at the same time. We collapsed in a heap over each other. We kissed and sucked.
Her husband got up for a wash and returned. And when he returned he caught us absolutely unawares by this behavior. He began to fire us left and right and threatened me that he would spread tales about me in the whole chawl and would make my family’s life miserable. I was perplexed at his sudden change in behaviour. A few minutes back he had allowed me to penetrate his wife while he was fucking her in her arsehole. I protested and tried to remind him that he had invited me for a threesone, but he apparently had lost his mind. May be he realised his folly at allowing me to enjoy his wife in his presence. Or by the way I fucked his wife without inhibitions, he might have realised that this was not the first time I was having sex with his wife.
Falguni pleaded and advised me to leave immediately. I gathered and put on my clothes and slowly left the house, never to have sex with Falguni again. My encounters with Falguni ended in 1993. They had stopped talking to me, but with my family it was quite normal.
The one time she took me in her arse. I will never forget. It was my first anal intercourse and probably the best that could have happened.
In 2007, I came across Falguni, in one of the most unusual circumstances, almost a filmi style. It had been 14 years of exile from her cunt. I was already married and had a son by then. I had taken another eleven women to bed by then. I was settled in Bangalore and my family in Mumbai had moved residences due to other factors.
I was at home, it was a Saturday evening. And my wife and son had gone out. My mother was just leaving for the market and I had entered the bathroom to have a bath. I have this bad habit of forgetting my towel whenever I go in, and invariably ask someone to hand it over to me.
I had heard the doorbell ring and then the door open. I thought it might be either my mother or wife, since they had a key to the house. They might have opened the door when I failed to respond to the doorbell.
I had almost finished bathing, when I shouted out for a towel. I had opened the door slightly and I found a hand coming in to handover. It was different, and without a second thought, I opened the door wider, oblivious to the fact that I was naked to my skin.
And there she stood. Falguni, the woman with whom I last had sex 14 years ago. She looked the same, even sexier at 47. She stared at me, and looked down at my growing organ. She stood transfixed and the sense of familiarity with my johny brought a naughty smile on her lips. She smacked her lips and handing me the towel, gave a quick little brush at my erect wobbling penis.
She closed the door and went to the sofa and seated herself. I wrapped the towel and came out. She had worn a pink blouse and sari. I asked her the reason for her coming. She said she wanted to speak to my mother about our water connections in the old residence where they still continued to stay. I asked her how she came in. The door was apparently open, and she did ring the bell and on getting no reply, she tiptoed in and found me screaming out for a towel.
I told her that it would be a while before anyone would return and asked her if she would like to stay on. She looked down on my still erect crotch and smilingly said, “Main intezzaar karungi.” (I will wait). I made general talk and asked her well-being.
She said something naughty,”Theek hi hoon. Aaj kal pyaas jyada hoti hai. Pehle jaisa nahin raha us jagah par”. (I am okay. These days I am thirsty a lot. It isn’t like the old days at that place).
My goodness. This woman still desired me. On hearing this, my erection blew further and my penis peeked out a little from the gap in the folds of the towel. I didn’t want to waste this one more opportunity. She was 47 now and very soon she would lose her sexuality. I never knew if I could do it with her again.
I dropped the towel. My organ proudly erect in salute to her. She smiled and was a bit taken aback. She did not expect me to become naked in front of her.
I asked,” Kya khayal hai ?”. (What do you think?)“Accha hai. Experienced ho na ab. Tera iraada kya hai?”, she said. (Looks good. Now you are experienced. What are your intentions?)
I said,”Ek baar phir. Pata nahin phir kab hoga. Tera choot ka pyaasa hai mera lauda.”(One more time. Never know when we can do it again. My cock is thirsting for your cunt)
I walked towards her and bent down to give her a brief but a very erotic kiss. My heart was thumping loudly. I was about to fuck the woman with whom I had the longest sexual affairs. I released her and she continued sitting on the sofa. I held her head and pulled her to my bush. My penis brushed her cheeks as she dug her face into my pubic hair. A small amount of precum coated her cheeks.
She licked me the entire length of the prick as she moistened the freshly washed penis with her saliva. She dove in and took the entire length of 7 inches into her mouth as I hit a barrier in her throat. She stayed like that, even as I took in the long lost experience. My penis was being bathed in a pool of her saliva.
I held her head and pushed further. I knew it was the maximum position, since she had her nose buried in my hair. Her breath was ruffling the rough hair.
She withdrew slowly and began to give me the pleasures I had long cherished but forgotten. She moved in rapid strokes as she began to push me fast towards an impending blast. Then she suddenly stopped.
She got up, removed her pallu and holding my head, pushed up her small tits towards my mouth. I greedily grabbed her 47 year-old empty tits with my teeth as I sucked feverishly at where her nipples might have been. I gobbled up the entire breast, they were small any way.
She pushed me away and lifted her sari and turned herself and lay horsed on the sofa. I rushed to the door and latched it. I drew her panties down. The sight of her mind boggling buttocks hardened my staff. I reached out and caressed them. I parted her nether lips and probed the wetness. I kissed her back and caressed it.
“Gaand nahin maroge?”, she asked. I had taken an aversion of arse-fucking since a long time. I was wondering what to do. (Won’t you arse-fuck me?)
“Nahin. Itna waqt nahin hai aur maine bahut dino se kisi ki gaand nahin mari”, I said.(No. We don’t have much time and it has been a long time since I fucked an arse)
I decided that her cunt was what I wanted. I positioned my penis at her cunt and gradually pushed in, and she positioned herself further to receive it as she realised that I had chosen her cunt over her arse. She was wet and it went in as smoothly as it had been 14 years ago.
She pushed back into me, taking the whole length of my penis in one stoke. I held her waist and buttocks and began to pump in slowly at first. She was already drenched wet and was oozing copious amount of cum. She pulled down her sari from the front to avoid soiling the sofa.
I was stroking faster as I began to feel her vaginal muscles clench the penis. She pumped back at me, and soon I began to feel the pressure building up. She had orgasmed twice amid small screams which she muffled by stuffing her pallu in her mouth.
I told her that I was about to cum inside her. She pulled away, turned to face me and began to suck me. I held her head and inserted my penis into her mouth. I made no distinction between her orifices as I fucked her mouth just as I was fucking her cunt a moment ago. Jabbing at her mouth repeatedly, while she struggled to hold on to my cum-coated penis with her mouth.
And then I sent in a huge blast of cum in to her throat, as I jerked repeatedly, trying to empty my sacs into her mouth. She took in all of them and swallowed rapidly. I paused. I was tired.
I knelt in front of her. Her sari was still hiked up and her panty was at her ankles. I dug my face in and lapped out her cunt juices.
We rested on the sofa, with me fondling her breasts, occasionally pecking at her nipples. She hurriedly set her dress right and adjusted her hair. My mother would have walked in any time. I unlatched the door, lest she had thought right on our activities.
I returned to the bathroom with my towel and washed my penis clean. I dressed up and took my seat next to her, with Falguni in my arms again. I was thinking of asking her about the event that took place 14 years ago, when her husband hounded me out after a most memorable three-some, when my mother walked in.
I am trying to reach out to her again, now that she has had her menopause. (She told me this during our last sexual act, when I had asked her if she wanted me to put on a condom). But I have not been able to find her. Surely I will.
Note: At the time of posting this story, I have located the family and both her sons are now married and have kids. I intend to visit them soon and see if I can seduce her for a quickie. I doubt though since her daughter-in-laws are housewives and stay together. I am not sure though how I intend to behave on meeting her husband.