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Hi this is Sultana Sinha (name changed) 36 yrs old healthy Male from Patna Bihar again along with 20th story. If you like, the stories please say so via mail sultanasinha@gmail.com Hi, I am Sujata, a 50 yrs old grandmother from Buxar, Bihar. I requested sultanasinha@gmail.com to pen down this story, which he acceded for me. This story is 32 years old which if I would share with you. In those days, extra marital sex was blasphemous. There was no TV, no net, and no phones/mobiles for entertainment for rural people.
I was married at the tender age of 18. My husband was a contractor in Haryana. He would come home after two months. My first pregnancy resulted in miscarriage within 5 months. As a result, I fell ill and suffered from depression. I was so desperate that many a times I contemplated suicide but good sense prevailed. After a week of treatment, my husband left for Haryana instructing his younger brother Kishandev to take care of me as my FIL was very old and MIL had died. He was to return within a month.
My brother in law was tall and athletic built was preparing for Intermediate Exams. He participated in all village games. He began taking care of me reminding me of the medicines and proper rest. He used to study in my room until late night to give me medicines on time, while I slept peacefully. One night while sleeping my saree pallu slipped from its place. When I opened my eyes, I saw my brother in law gazing intently at my melons. He felt awkward when I caught him in his act. Next morning his eyes were following me everywhere. As I broom the floor, I felt a gaze on my back with an instinct only women have.
I turned to notice Kishu looking at me with a look that had nothing but raw lust in it. The sight of kneeling while sweeping with my saree hiked to thighs with a sweaty back and tight ass had turned him on. As I turned towards him supposedly unaware of him and busy with my cleaning I gave him an ample view of deep sexy cleavage. I saw him rubbing his crotch as if to pacify a raged animal. He breathed hard and I thought that he had seen the pinkish darkness of my nipple. His stares were boring hole in my back.
The rubbing became harder as I moved along the floor. I became aware of his intentions and moved closer to him apparently to sweep the floor under his chair. While doing this, my breasts casually rubbed the bare part of his hairy legs. My nipples became erect. It was unbearable for him. He moaned my name. His body became stiff. I quickly moved away and went into the kitchen. I started preparing the lunch still thinking about Kishu’s moans.
All the heat of the stove and this episode was really making me horny. The running sweat was wetting my blouse and my braless nipples were visible through the semi transparent cotton material. I had been without sex for days and the medication was pumping up my urge. I was badly missing that good for nothing husband of mine. He would never be around when you needed him the most. Kishu slowly entered the small kitchen. My heart skipped a beat. He stood near the door. To evade him, I wanted to get out of kitchen but was stuck with him at the doors. Our bodies rubbed against each other.
I was breathing heavily. Kishu started rubbing his hard crotch against mine, his muscular thighs pressing into my soft fleshy ones. His heartbeat could be heard from miles. I wanted to scold him and run away from the door but I could not do so as he blocked the door and put his hand on my mouth stifling my voice. His touch and the hot environment was igniting fire in me. I wanted to cry aloud with pleasure, but as I did so, I bit into his hand. Thinking I was resisting he pressed his lips on my lips holding my hands in his hand away from my body. I was getting horny.
With his free hand, he lifted my saree and started feeling my bare legs that were so warm against his cool hand. His hands, as they moved up found my wet and hot cunt lips. Unable to get through the lips he tugged savagely at them. I wanted to stop him but couldn’t. The soft skin gave away and he inserted his fingers inside. He took out his fingers to his nose and smelled it for the womanly hot smell. For a moment, I forgot everything and I almost smiled. Sensing my smile Kishu was crazy with passion now.
He groaned urgently that he would not let me go and if I make any noise, he would beat the shit out. And slowly he let my mouth free. My lips had become red and swollen. The mishandling had given them a deeply sensual look. We stood close to each other panting like animals. I slapped him hard on his face but our eye contact didn’t break. The next thing I did was, I grabbed him by his hair with both hands and drew his face closer. Our lips met. It was the first time that both had ever kissed. Animal instinct is a very good teacher.
Our lips met with passion. It was clumsy but hot. Each trying to drink other’s wetness and their tongues mating with one another. Our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. My hands went to his buttocks, which were as hard as a rock, and dug nails in. He squeezed my breasts over the wet blouse like ripe mangoes and twitched the nipples with his thumb and forefinger sending waves of electric current up my body. He lifted me in his arms, carried me to my room and deposited me on the bed.
He got hold of my blouse tore off all the buttons in a sexual rage. He took a deep whiff of the wet blouse to smell my sexy sweat. With a tug, he got my saree off and then my petticoat followed on the floor. I had now nothing but my jewelry. Kishu took off his clothes in hurry. As he got out of his lungi, his huge hungry organ popped out like a spring freed out with tension. I watched it with fascination. Its thickness was equivalent to my wrist and pretty long, bigger than my husband’s cock.
The angry veins bulged all around it with a round thick bulbous head crowning it. His body was hairless except the bushy hair around his penis. As he moved on top of the bed and came closer, I had this uncontrollable desire to take his throbbing penis in to my mouth. But he pounced, grabbing my shoulders and moved his mouth on my fair breasts and started kissing them like crazy. He mouthed the nipples and started moving his wet tongue over it in circular motion. I wanted to shriek with joy but bit my lip hard. I could feel him sucking nipple as having seen a baby doing to her mother.
I wanted to stop him but instead caught his hairs and pulled his mouth closer to my nipples. I lost control over my body, which seemed to have mind of its own. Every inch of my body had become an erogenous zone and was experiencing a forbidden lust. Meanwhile he was sucking my left breasts and squeezing the right one. My right hand was caressing his hairs and my left hand was scratching my pussy in a bid to douse the fire Kishu was igniting there. I moaned, “Suck my boobs like a ripe juicy mango! Squeeze it.”
Kishu left my breast and began moving his right hand downwards along my sides. His hand moved all along my waist to the softness of thighs. My legs parted on reflex. His one hand played around with pussy hair while he continued sucking nipples. The wetness from the cunt flowed all down the thighs. Kishu’s mouth traveled south making a wet trail of saliva along the path where no man had gone earlier other than my husband. Slowly he moved his tongue down to the belly button, where he lingered on.
My back arched up in response. He moved his mouth down below. With his hands, he parted my legs and watched my womanhood. The inviting pink of pussy lips and wetness all around was what he saw. I closed my eyes slightly and moaned… “Aaaaaaaa……iissssss…….Kishu …..What you are doing….. aaahhhhaaa. It is very dirty and lovely. Keep doing it.” He slowly inserted his middle finger in my cunt moving it in small circle along the rim. Although it was wet because of, lubrication but it hurt. I said, “Do it slowly you are hurting me.”
He was slowly moving his finger in and out of my cunt, after a couple of minutes I started enjoying and pain also subsided. He then inserted two of his fingers, finger fucked me, and I experienced a thunderous orgasm, which lasted for around two minutes. Then he inserted his tongue in my pussy hole and twirled it all around. He caught my clitoris and bit it. He began sucking my clitoris as if it was chocolate candy. My wetness was flowing in streams. I lifted my legs and locked his head in my thighs. In addition, he moved his lips to the opening and drank juices from it.

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பள்ளியில் கூட்டம் நிரம்பி வழிந்தது. பெற்றோர் ஆசிரியர் சந்திப்பு நிகழ்ச்சிக்காக வந்திருந்த பெற்றோர்கள் ஆசிரியர்களை மொய்த்துக் கிடந்தனர். நான் சிந்துவைத் தேடினேன். 4சி வகுப்பு எங்கே என்று கேட்டுச் சென்றடைந்த போது சிந்து என்னைக் கண்டு ஓடிவந்து சிரித்தாள். அவளை அழைத்துக் கொண்டு அவளுடைய வகுப்பாசிரியர் யார் என்று கேட்டு அவரைச் சந்திக்க விரைந்தேன். வகுப்பாசிரியருக்குச் சுமார் நாற்பது வயதிருக்கும். என்னைப்பார்த்ததும் ‘சிந்துவின் அப்பா வரலையா’? என்றார். ‘இல்லை. நான் அவருடைய தம்பிதான். அண்ணன் வெளியூரில் இருப்பதால் வரமுடியவில்லை. தப்பா எடுத்துக்காதீங்க சார்’ என்றேன். ‘சரி இந்த முறை பரவாயில்ல. அடுத்த கூட்டத்துக்காவது அவரை வரச் சொல்லுங்க’ என்றார். நான் சிந்துவின் படிப்பைப் பற்றி விசாரித்தேன். பெரிதாகக் குறை ஒன்றும் கூறவில்லை. ‘இங்கிலீஸ்தான் கொஞ்சம் தடுமார்றா. மத்தபடி நோ ப்ராப்ளம்’ என்றவரிடம் விடைபெற்று வெளியே வந்தேன். சிந்துவிடம் ‘உங்க இங்கிலீஸ் டீச்சர் யாரு?’ என்றேன். ‘வாங்க சித்தப்பா நான் கூட்டிட்டு போறேன். அவங்க ரொம்ப நல்ல மிஸ்’ என்று கூட்டிக் கொண்டு சென்றாள். ஸ்டாப் ரூமில் சில ஆசிரியைகள் பெற்றோருடன் பேசிக் கொண்டிருந்தார். ‘அவங்கதான் எங்க இங்கிலீஸ் மிஸ். மாலதி டீச்சர்’ என்று சிந்து காட்டிய திசையில் பார்த்தேன். மஞ்சள் நிறப்புடவை அணிந்த ஒரு பெண் இரண்டு பேருடன் பேசிக் கொண்டிருந்தார்.
நான் அவரருகில் சென்றதும் சிந்துவைப் பார்த்துவிட்டு என்னைப் பார்த்துப் புன்னகைத்தார். ‘கொஞ்சம் இருங்க’ என்று கூறிவிட்டு பேசிக்கொண்டிருந்த இருவரிடமும் முடித்துவிட்டு வந்தார். ‘வாங்க சார் நீங்க சிந்துவுக்கு என்னவேணும்?’ என்று கேட்டு அழகாகச் சிரித்தார்.
‘நான் அவளோட சித்தப்பா; அவங்க அப்பா வரமுடியல. அதான் நான் வந்தேன். சிந்து எப்படி படிக்கிறா மேடம்?’
‘நோ ப்ராப்ளம் சிந்து நல்ல பொண்ணு. நல்லா படிக்கிறா.’
‘இல்ல.. இங்கிலீஸ் கொஞ்சம் தடுமாறுறானு..’
‘அதெல்லாம் ஒன்னும் பெரிய பிரச்சினையில்ல. சரியாயிடுவா.. நான் பாத்துக்குறேன்’ என்று சிரித்தவரைக் கவனித்துப் பார்த்தேன். வயது 35 இருக்கும். சுண்டியிழுக்கும் சிவப்பு இல்லையென்றாலும் சிவப்பாக இருந்தார். நல்ல களையான முகம். அளவான மேக் அப், அடர்த்தியான கூந்தல். எடுப்பான மூக்கு, மேலுதட்டின் வலப்புறம் அழகான சிறிய மச்சம், கவர்ந்திழுக்கும் கண்கள், உடலை முழுதாகப் போர்த்தியபடி நேர்த்தியாக ஆடையணிந்து இருந்தார். சிறிது நேரம் பேசிவிட்டு கடைசியாகக் கேட்டேன்.
‘சிந்துவோட அப்பா அம்மா ரொம்ப பிசி மேடம். அதனால் அவளோட படிப்ப நான்தான் கவனிச்சாகனும். சிந்துவோட ப்ராகிரஸ் பற்றி உங்ககிட்ட நான் கேட்டுத் தெரிஞ்சுக்கிறேன். உங்க போன் நம்பர் குடுக்க முடியுமா?’
‘ஓகே. நோ ப்ராப்ளம்.’ என்று நம்பர் குடுத்தார். அவரிடமிருந்து விலகிச் சற்று தூரம் சென்று திரும்பிப் பார்த்தேன். வேறொரு பெற்றோரிடம் பேசிக் கொண்டிருந்தார். எல்லோரையும் திரும்பிப் பார்க்க வைக்கும் நல்ல உடல்வாகு அவருக்கிருந்தது.
வீட்டுக்கு வந்தபிறகும் மாலதி டீச்சர் நினைவே வந்தது. முகத்தில் என்ன ஒரு களை, என்ன ஒரு கனிவான பேச்சு! டீச்சர்னா இவங்கள மாதிரி இருக்கணும். என்று நினைத்தபடி சிறிது நேரத்தில் மறந்து போனேன். இரவு மீண்டும் மாலதி டீச்சர் ஞாபகம் வந்தது. மீண்டும் பார்க்க வேண்டும் போல இருந்தது. தூக்கமே வரவில்லை.

மறுநாள் சீக்கிரமே எழுந்து விட்டேன். சிந்துவுக்கு டிபன் பாக்சை எடுத்து வைத்துக் கொண்டிருந்த அண்ணியிடம், ‘அண்ணி நானே இன்னைக்கு சிந்துவை ஸ்கூலில் விட்டுடுறேன்’ என்றேன். அவர் என்னை விநோதமாகப் பார்த்தார்.
‘ஏன்ப்பா? நீ லேட்டால்ல ஆபிசுக்குப் போவ?’
‘இல்ல அண்ணி இன்னைக்கு கொஞ்சம் வேல இருக்கு. சீக்கிரம் போகனும். நானே விட்டுடுறேன்’ என்று கூறிவிட்டு சிந்துவுடன் ஸ்கூலுக்குப் போனேன். ஸ்கூல் வாசலில் ‘சரி சித்தப்பா நான் போயிக்கிறன்’ என்ற சிந்துவிடம் ‘இல்லடா செல்லம். நான் உன்னை வகுப்பில் வந்து விட்டுட்டு போறேன்’ என்று அவள் கூடவே நடந்தேன். சுற்றி முற்றிப் பார்த்தேன். என் கண்கள் மாலதியை தேடின. ஆனால் அவள் தட்டுப்படவே இல்லை. சிந்துவை வகுப்பில் விட்டுவிட்டு திரும்பி நடந்தேன். வாசலருகே வந்தபோது மாலதி டீச்சர் உள்ளே நுழைந்தாள். கூட இரண்டு மாணவிகள். என்னைப் பார்த்ததும் புன்னகைத்து ‘ஹலோ’ சொன்னார். நானும் சொல்லிவிட்டு வெளியே வந்தேன். திரும்பிப் பார்த்தேன். மெதுவாய் அசைந்த மாலதியின் பின்னழகு என்னை மயக்கியது. நீண்டு தொங்கிய கூந்தலின் முடிவில் அழகான அந்த பின்புறங்கள் என்னைக் கிறங்கடித்தன.
வெளியே வந்து பைக்கை ஸ்டார்ட் செய்யும் முன் மொபைலை எடுத்து ‘குட்மார்னிங் மேடம்’ என்று மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினேன். ரிப்ளை வரவில்லை. பதினோரு மணி வாக்கில் மொபைலை எடுத்துப் பார்த்தேன். அவளிடமிருந்து மெசேஜ் வந்திருந்தது. ‘ஹூ இஸ் திஸ்?’ என்று. ‘நான் சிவா, சிந்துவின் அங்கிள்’ என்று ரிப்ளை செய்தேன். ‘ஓ.. குட் மார்னிங்’ என்று பதிலனுப்பினாள். இது தொடர்ந்தது. ‘குட் மார்னிங், குட் ஈவினிங்’ என்று கொஞ்சம் கொஞ்சமாகப் பேச ஆரம்பித்தோம். சில நேரங்களில் போன் செய்து சிந்து பற்றி பேசினேன். அப்படியே அவளைப் பற்றியும் கொஞ்சம் விசாரித்தேன். கணவர் வங்கி ஒன்றில் வேலை பார்க்கிறார். இரண்டு பெண்கள். ஒருத்தி ஆறாம் வகுப்பும் இன்னொருத்தி நான்காம் வகுப்பும் படிக்கிறார்கள். நல்ல நட்புடன் பேசினாள். நானும் எல்லையைத் தாண்டாமல் கண்ணியமாகப் பழகினேன். ஆனால் இரவுக் கற்பனைகளில் எல்லை மீறுவதை என்னால் தடுக்க முடியவில்லை.
ஒரு முறை சிந்துவை ஸ்கூலில் இருந்து அழைத்து வரும் போது மாலதியைப் பார்த்துப் பேசிவிட்டுத் திரும்பினேன். வீட்டுக்கு வந்ததும் ‘குட் ஈவினிங்‘ என்று மெசேஜ் செய்தேன். ‘குட் ஈவினிங்‘ என்று ரிப்ளை செய்தாள். ‘யூ வெர் லுக்கிங் வெரி பியூட்டிபுல் இன் தட் ப்ளூ சாரி’ என்று ரிப்ளை செய்தேன். அதற்கு பதில் வரவேயில்லை. தவறாக எண்ணியிருப்பாரோ என்று பதட்டமாயிருந்தது. அடுத்த நாள் குட்மார்னிங் மெசேஜ் அனுப்பியும் ரிப்ளை வரவில்லை. அலுவலகத்தில் வேலையே ஓடவில்லை. போன் பண்ணலாமா என்று யோசித்து தயங்கினேன். பண்ணவில்லை. மாலையில் மீண்டும் குட் ஈவினிங் அனுப்பினேன். பதில் வரவில்லை. இரவில் எனக்கு தூக்கமே வரவில்லை. மணி பதினொன்றாகியிருந்தது. மாலதி நினைப்பாகவே இருந்தது. மெசேஜ் அனுப்பலாமா என்று யோசித்தேன். பயமாயிருந்தது. இந்த நேரத்தில் அனுப்பி சிக்கலாகி விடுமோ என்று யோசித்துப் படுத்திருந்தேன். தயங்கியபடி ‘சாரி மேடம்’ என்று அனுப்பினேன். கால் மணி நேரத்திற்குப் பின் மெசேஜ் வந்தது. பாய்ந்து சென்று மொபைலைப் பார்த்தேன். ‘குட்நைட்’ என்று அனுப்பியிருந்தாள். நான் அதற்கு மேல் அனுப்ப மனமின்றி தூங்கிப் போனேன்.

காலையில் மீண்டும் குட் மார்னிங் அனுப்பினேன். ரிப்ளை வந்தது. நிம்மதியாயிருந்தது. சிந்துவை ஸ்கூலில் விட்டுவிட்டு வெளியே வந்து காத்திருந்தேன். மாலதி வருவதைப் பார்த்ததுதும் தற்செயலாக எதிர்படுவது போல் சென்று ஹலோ சொன்னேன். அவளும் சிரித்து ஹலோ சொன்னாள். அவளுடைய பற்கள் சீராகவும் நேர்த்தியாகவும் இருந்தது. வெளிர் பச்சை நிற சேலையில் சொக்க வைத்தாள். நன்கு படிய தலையை சீவி மஞ்சள் நிறப் பூ ஒன்றைச் சூடியிருந்தாள். இரண்டு நிமிடம் பேசிவிட்டு விலகினேன். வெளியே வந்து பைக்கை ஸ்டார்ட் செய்த போது இரண்டாவது மாடிப்படியில் ஏறிக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். சிறிது மேலே ஏறிவிட்டுத் திரும்பிப் பார்த்தாள். நான் பார்ப்பதைப் பார்த்துவிட்டு மீண்டும் திரும்பிக் கொண்டு படியேறிச் சென்றாள். மதியம் லஞ்ச் டைமில் மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினேன். உடனடியாகப் பதில் அனுப்பினாள்.
‘குட் ஆப்டர்நூன் மேடம்’
‘குட் ஆப்டர்நூன் சிவா’
‘தேங்ஸ் மேடம்’
‘சாப்பிட்டீங்களா?’
‘இன்னும் இல்ல இனிமேதான். நீங்க?’
‘நான் சாப்பிட்டுகிட்டே இருக்கேன்.’
‘என்ன சாப்பாடு?’
‘மோர் குழம்பும் வெண்டைக்காயும்’
‘ஓ நைஸ். எனக்குப் பசிக்குது.’
‘ஹ ஹ ஹா..’
‘எனக்கு மோர்குழம்பு இல்லையா?’
‘வாங்க ஷேர் பண்ணி சாப்பிடலாம்’
‘ஓ தேங்ஸ். நீங்க சொன்னதே சாப்பிட்ட மாதிரி இருக்கு’
இப்படி சிறிது நேரம் பேசிவிட்டு பின்னர் அவரவர் வேலையில் மூழ்கிப் போனோம். இரவில் அவள் நினைவு அதிகமாய் வந்தது. படியேறும் போது அவள் திரும்பிப் பார்த்த பார்வை என்னை தூங்கவிடாமல் செய்தது.

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மணி பதினொன்றரை ஆகியிருந்தது. மெசேஜ் அனுப்பிப் பார்க்கலாமா என்று தோன்றினாலும் பயமாயிருந்தது. தயங்கி தயங்கி ‘குட்நைட் மேடம்’ என்று அனுப்பினேன். சிறிது நேரம் கழித்து பதில் அனுப்பினாள்.
‘என்ன இந்த நேரத்துல குட்நைட் ? இன்னும் தூங்கலையா?’
‘இல்ல மேடம் தூக்கம் வரல’
‘ஏன்?’
‘தெரியல. நீங்க தூங்கலையா?’
‘இல்ல. கொஞ்சம் பேப்பர் கரெக்சன் இருந்துச்சு. அதான் பாத்துகிட்டுருக்கேன்.’
‘நான் டிஸ்டர்ப் பண்றேனா?’
‘இல்ல நோ ப்ராப்ளம். முடிக்கப் போறேன்.’
‘ம்ம்.. தென்?’
‘சொல்லுங்க சிவா’
‘என்ன சொல்ல?
‘இப்பல்லாம் அடிக்கடி சிந்துவ நீங்கதான் ஸ்கூல்ல வந்து விடுறீங்க போல’
‘ஆமாமா’
‘எதுக்கு ஸ்கூலுக்கு வர்ற பேரண்ட்ச சைட் அடிக்கவா?’
‘ஐயோ அதெல்லாம் இல்ல மேடம்.’
‘ம்ம்..’
‘உண்மைய சொல்றதா இருந்தா நான் உங்களைப் பார்க்கத்தான் அடிக்கடி வரேன்.’
‘வாட்.. என்னைப் பார்க்கவா? என்னை எதுக்கு பாக்கணும்?’
‘தெரியல.. உங்களை பாக்கனும் போல இருக்கும் அதான் அடிக்கடி வரேன்.’
அதற்குப் பின் சிறிது நேரம் மெசேஜ் வரவில்லை. நான் ‘சாரி’ என்று அனுப்பினேன். பதில் வரவில்லை. மணி பணிரெண்டாகியிருந்தது. சிறிது நேரத்தில் மெசேஜ் வந்தது. ‘குட்நைட்’
நான் பதிலனுப்பினேன். ‘கோபமா மேடம்?’
‘நோ.. நான் எதுக்கு உங்க மேல கோபப்படனும்?’
‘ம்ம்ம்’
‘ஒகே எனக்கு தூக்கம் வருது குட்நைட்’
‘ஓகே. ஸ்லீப் வெல். குட்நைட்’
நான் மொபைலை வைத்துவிட்டுத் தூங்கினேன்.

மாலதியும் நானும் சகஜமாகப் பழகத் தொடங்கிவிட்டோம். ஒரு முறை என்னிடம் ஒரு புத்தகம் வாங்கி வரும்படி கேட்டாள். இரண்டு மூன்று கடைகளில் அலைந்து திரிந்து வாங்கினேன். அந்த நேரம் பள்ளி விடுமுறை என்பதால் அதைக் கொடுப்பதற்காக அவள் வீட்டுக்குச் சென்றேன். ஹாலில் அவளுடைய இரண்டு மகள்களும் படித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தனர். என்னை வரவேற்று சோபாவில் உட்கார வைத்துவிட்டு உள்ளே சென்ற மாலதியை எதிர்பார்த்துக் காத்திருந்தேன். இன்றுதான் அவளை நைட்டியில் பார்க்கிறேன். சற்று இறுக்கமான பிரவுன் நிற நைட்டியில் அவளுடைய அழகைக் கண்டு வியந்து போயிருந்தேன். சேலையில் சரிவர தென்படாத அவளுடைய செழித்த இரண்டு மார்பகங்களும் நைட்டியில் குத்திட்டு நின்றன. என் கண்களைக் கட்டுப்படுத்தவே முடியவில்லை. அவற்றைப் பார்த்ததும் எனக்குள் ஜிவ்வென்றிருந்தது. பார்வையால் அவற்றைத் தின்று கொண்டிருந்தேன். நடக்கும் போது பின்புற அசைவுகள் வேறு என்னை தொல்லைப்படுத்தின. எனக்கு காபி கொண்டு வந்து தந்து உட்கார்ந்து பேசிக் கொண்டிருந்தாள். இப்போதெல்லாம் என்னை போ வா என்று உரிமையாய்ப் பேச ஆரம்பித்திருந்தாள். நான் அவளை விட ஏழெட்டு வயது இளையவன் என்பதால் வந்த உரிமையாயிருக்கலாம். என் பார்வை அவளுடைய கொழுத்த மார்புகள் மீதே சென்றது. அவள் நெளிந்தாள். பேசிக் கொண்டே உள்ளே சென்றவள் மேலே ஒரு துண்டை போர்த்திக் கொண்டு வந்து மறுபடி சகஜமாகப் பேசினாள். எனக்குச் சங்கடமாயிருந்தது. விடைபெற்றுக் கொண்டு சென்றேன்.
இரவு உறக்கமே வரவில்லை. நைட்டியில் முன்னும் பின்னும் திமிறிக் கொண்டிருந்த அவளுடைய அங்கங்களே நினைவுக்கு வந்தன. என் தண்டைத் தடவியபடி உருண்டு கொண்டிருந்தேன். நள்ளிரவில் ‘குட்நைட்’ என்று மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினேன். பதில் வரவில்லை. தூங்கியிருப்பாள் என்று நினைத்து குப்புறப் படுத்துத் தூங்க முயன்றேன். தூக்கம் வரவில்லை. அரைமணி நேரம் கழித்து என் மொபைல் மெசேஜ் சத்தம் கேட்டு பாய்ந்து எடுத்துப் பார்த்தேன். அவள்தான். ‘குட்நைட்’. நான் ரிப்ளை செய்தேன்.
‘என்ன மாலதி தூங்கலையா?’
‘நல்லா தூங்கிட்டேன். திடீர்னு முழிப்பு வந்திச்சு. உன் மெசேஜ் பார்த்த÷ன். அதான் பதிலனுப்பினேன். நீ தூங்கலையா?’
‘இல்ல. தூக்கமே வரல’.
‘ஏன்’?
‘தெரியல’.
‘ம்ம்ம்’
‘மாலதி..’
‘என்ன சிவா’?
‘உங்களை இன்னைக்குதான் பர்ஸ்ட் டைம் நைட்டிலா பார்த்திருக்கேன்’.
‘ஓகோ’
‘நல்லா இருந்துச்சு’
‘வாட்’?
‘இல்ல.. நைட்டில நல்லா இருந்தீங்க’
‘ம்ம்ம்’
‘இன்னும் அதே நைட்டிலதான் இருக்கீங்களா’?
‘ஆமா ஏன்’?
‘ஒன்னுமில்ல சும்மாதான் கேட்டேன். சார் என்ன செய்றார்’?
‘அவர் தூங்கறார்’.
‘மெசேஜ் சத்தம் கேட்காதா’?
‘கேட்காது. நான் சைலன்ட்ல தான் வெச்சிருக்கேன்’.
‘ஓ குட்’.
‘ம்ம்’.
‘உங்கள பாக்கனும் போல இருக்கு மாலதி’
‘வாட்! அதான் வீட்டுக்கு வந்து பாத்தியே’
‘ம்ம்ம்.. பாத்துகிட்டே இருக்கணும் போல இருக்கு’
‘அடப்பாவி.. நான் என்ன உன்னோட லவ்வரா? எதுக்கு இந்த டயலாக்’?
‘ம்ம்ம். நான் ஒன்னு சொல்லவா? கோவிச்சுக்க மாட்டீங்களே’?
‘முதல்ல சொல்லு. அப்புறம் பாக்கலாம்’.
‘ஐ லவ் யூ’
‘வாட்.. நான்சென்ஸ்’
‘சாரி என்னால மறைக்க முடியல. அதான் சொல்லிட்டேன். ரியலி ஐ லவ் யூ’
‘சே.. கொஞ்சம் ப்ரன்ட்லியா பேசினா உடனே இப்படி ஆரம்பிச்சுடுவீங்களே.. இடியட். பை’.
‘ஐயோ.. சாரி மாலதி சாரி’
‘ப்ளீஸ் ரிப்ளை’
அதற்குப் பிறகு ரிப்ளை வரவில்லை. பதட்டமாயிருந்தது. தப்பு பண்ணி விட்டோமோ என்று கவலையாயிருந்தது. மறுநாள் ‘குட் மார்னிங்‘ அனுப்பினேன். பதில் வரவில்லை. போன் பண்ணினேன். எடுக்க வில்லை. சிந்துவை ஸ்கூலில் விட்டு மாலதிக்காகக் காத்திருந்தேன். வந்தாள். என்னைக் கண்டதும் கண்டு கொள்ளாமல் விறுவிறுவென்று சென்றுவிட்டாள். நான் ‘சாரி’ என்று பலமுறை மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினேன். நோ ரிப்ளை!

இரண்டு நாட்கள் அப்படியே போனது. கவலையாயிருந்தது. ஒரு முறை எதற்கும் போன் செய்து பார்க்கலாம் என்று கால் செய்தேன். எடுத்தாள். ‘என்ன’ என்று கோபமாகக் கேட்டாள். ‘சாரி மாலதி’ என்றேன்.
‘என்ன சாரி ஆர் யூ மேட்? என்னை அவ்வளவு சீப்பா நினைச்சியா? உனக்கு நைட்ல மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினா நான் தப்பா பழகிறதா நினச்சியா? ஒரு பிரண்டா உன்கிட்ட பழகினது என்னோட தப்பு இடியட்’.
‘ப்ளீஸ் மாலதி. ரியலி சாரி. உங்ககிட்ட என்னால மறைக்க முடியல. அதான் சொல்லிட்டேன். பிடிக்கலேனா வெரி சாரி. என்கிட்ட பேசாம இருக்காதிங்க.. ப்ளிஸ்..’
‘கல்யாணமாகி ரெண்டு பிள்ள பெத்தவ கிட்ட லவ் பண்றேன்னு சொன்னா யாராவது சும்மா இருப்பாங்களா.. இனி என்கிட்ட பேசாத ராஸ்கல்..’
‘ப்ளீஸ் மாலதி. நான்இனிமே அப்படி நடந்துக்க மாட்டேன். சாரி.. ப்ளீஸ்.. மன்னிச்சுடுங்க..’
‘ம்ம்.. இந்த ஒரு தடவ மன்னிக்கிறேன். இனிமே இப்படி ஏதாவது பண்ணினா நான் சும்மா இருக்க மாட்டேன்.’
‘ஓகே. தேங்ஸ் மாலதி.’
‘ம்ம்ம்.’
போனை வைத்தாள்.
கொஞ்சம் நிம்மதியாயிருந்தது. ஆனாலும் ஏமாற்றமாயிருந்தது. சே.. எவ்வளவு பெரிய தப்பு பண்ணிட்டேன். இனிமே ஒழுங்க நடந்துக்கணும் என்று நினைத்தவாறு ‘தேங்ஸ்’ என்று மீண்டும் மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினேன்.
அதற்குப் பின் என்னுடன் சகஜமாகப் பழகினாள். நானும் என் உணர்வுகளை வெளிக்காட்டாமல் நட்புடன் பழகினேன். ஆனால் இரவுகளில் என் உணர்வுகளை அடக்கவே முடியவில்லை. கற்பனையில் அவளை உரித்து வைத்து ரசித்தேன். அவளுடைய காமக்கனவுகளால் என் இரவுகள் ஈரமாயின. அவளைக் காணும் போது என்னுடைய பார்வை தானாக அவளுடைய முன்னழகை மேய்ந்தது. அவளும் அதைக் கவனிக்காமலில்லை. அவள் வீட்டுக்கு சகஜமாகச் செல்லுமளவுக்கு நாங்கள் நண்பர்களாகியிருந்தோம். அவளுடைய கணவரும் என்னிடம் நன்கு பழகினார். அவளுடைய இரண்டு பெண்களும் என்னிடம் நல்ல அன்புடன் இருந்தனர்.
அவள் வீட்டுக்குச் செல்லும் போதெல்லாம் போது நைட்டியில் அவளுடைய கட்டுடலை என் கண்கள் மேய்வதை அவளால் தடுக்க முடியவில்லை. ஒரு முறை நைட்டியில் அவள் என் முன்னால் உட்கார்ந்து மகளுக்குப் பாடம் சொல்லித் தந்து கொண்டிருந்தாள். நான் சோபாவில் உட்கார்ந்திருந்தேன். குனிந்து அவள் சொல்லிக் கொடுத்த போது அவளுடைய முலைப் பிளவுகளின் தரிசனம் சற்று தாராளமாகவே கிடைத்தது. நான் முதல் முறையாக அவற்றைப் பார்த்ததில் சொக்கிப் போனேன். ஆகா.. என்ன ஒரு அழகு.. எனக்குள் விறைப்பேறியது. கைகள் பரபரத்தன. திடீரென்று என்னைக் கவனித்தவள் அதிர்ச்சியுடன் நிமிர்ந்து உட்கார்ந்து எழுந்து கொண்டாள். அதன் பின் டல்லாகவே இருந்தாள். நான் சங்கடத்துடன் விடைபெற்றேன். அதற்குப் பின் மறுபடியும் நான் இருக்கும் போது நைட்டிக்கு மேல் துண்டைப் போர்த்திக் கொள்ள ஆரம்பித்துவிட்டாள். மற்றபடி நட்புடன் நானும் அவளும் நன்கு அரையிறுதி விடுமுறை நாள் ஒன்றில் அவள் வீட்டுக்குச் சென்றேன். அன்று எனக்கும் விடுமுறை. அவளுடைய மூத்த மகள் கவுசல்யா இல்லை. அண்ணன் வீட்டுக்குச் சென்றிருப்பதாகச் சொன்னாள். இரண்டாவது மகள் ஆர்த்தி அழுதபடி இருந்தாள். நான் அவளுக்கு விளையாட்டு காண்பித்தேன். அவள் அடம்பிடித்து அழுதாள். என்ன என்று விசாரித்தேன்.
‘அவ சினிமாவுக்குப் போகனும்னு அழறா..’
‘ஓ பாவம்.. லீவுதான.. கூட்டிட்டு போக வேண்டியதானே’
‘எங்க.. நானும் அவங்கப்பா கிட்ட சொல்லிப் பார்த்துட்டேன். அவங்களுக்கு நேரமே இல்ல. என்னை கூட்டிட்டுப் போகச் சொல்றார். நான் எங்கிட்டு அவள கூட்டிட்டுப் போக.. நீ வேணா கூட்டிட்டுப் போயிட்டு வாயேன்..’
‘சரி நான் வேணா கூட்டிட்டுப் போறேன். என்ன ஆர்த்தி போகலாமா?’ என்று அழைத்தேன். ஆனால் அவள் என்னுடன் வர மறுத்தாள். ‘அம்மா நீயும் வா’ என்று அடம்பிடித்து அழுதாள். நானும் மாலதியிடம் ‘நீங்களும் வாங்களேன்..’ என்றேன். அவள் மறுத்தாள். பின்னர் மகளின் அழுகையைச் சகிக்க முடியாமல் கிளம்பினாள். சற்று இறுக்கமான இளம் பச்சைநிற சுடிதாரணிந்திருந்தாள். தலையில் நிறைய மல்லிகைப் பூ வைத்திருந்தாள். திமிறிக் கொண்டிருந்த மார்பகங்களை என் கண்ணிலிருந்து காப்பாற்றுவதற்காக சால்வையால் நன்கு மறைத்துக் கொண்டாள். ஆனால் பின்புறங்களில் என் கண்கள் மேய்வதை அவளால் ஒன்றும் செய்ய முடியவில்லை. நன்கு கொழுத்து உருண்டு திரண்டிருந்த கவர்ச்சியான அந்த புட்டங்கள் நடக்கும் போது அசைந்து அசைந்து என்னை விறைப்படையச் செய்தன.
தியேட்டரில் அவ்வளவாகக் கூட்டமில்லை. எனக்கும் மாலதிக்கும் நடுவில் ஆர்த்தி அமர்ந்து கொண்டாள். சிறிது நேரத்தில் முன் வரிசையில் இரண்டு பேர் வந்து அமர்ந்தனர். ‘அம்மா எனக்கு மறைக்குதும்மா.. அந்த அங்கிள தள்ளி உட்காரச் சொல்லும்மா’ என்று ஆர்த்தி நச்சரித்தாள். ‘அய்யோ உன்னோட பெரிய ரோதனைய போச்சு. இங்க வந்து உக்கார்’ என்று புலம்பிய படி மாலதி அவளுடைய சீட்டில் ஆர்த்தியை உட்கார வைத்துவிட்டு என்னருகில் வந்து அமர்ந்து கொண்டாள். எனக்கு சந்தோசமாயிருந்தது. நான் படத்தைக் கிண்டலடித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தேன். அவள் சிரித்தபடி இருந்தாள்.
ஒரு பாடல் காட்சியில் முந்தானை விலகிய கதாநாயகி மழையில் நனைந்து தன் கொழுத்த முலைகளால் ஹீரோவை முட்டி மோதி ஆடிக் கொண்டிருந்தாள். இருவரும் பேச முடியாமல் அமைதியானோம். நான் ஓரக்கண்ணால் மாலதியைப் பார்த்தேன். லேசாகத் தலையைக் குனிந்து கொண்டிருந்தாள். பாடல் முடிந்து அவள் சகஜமாகி விட்டிருந்தாள். ஆனால் எனக்குள் காமம் தீயாய் பற்றியிருந்தது. பக்கத்தில் அமர்ந்திருந்த அவளுடைய மல்லிகைப் பூவின் வாசம் வேறு என்னை இழுத்தது. எனக்கு லேசாக விறைத்தது. என் தோள்களில் அவளுடைய தோள் உரசிக் கொண்டிருந்தது. மெதுவாய் அவளுடைய கையைப் பிடித்தேன். அவள் வெடுக்கென்று உதறிவிட்டு என்னை முறைத்தாள். நான் தலையைக் குனிந்து கொண்டேன்.அரட்டையடிப்போம். போனில் மணிக்கணக்கில் பேசுவோம்சிறிது நேரம் கழித்து மறுபடியும் மாலதியின் கையை பிடித்தேன். என் கை நடுங்கியது. அவள் மறுபடியும் கையை உதற முயன்றாள். நான் இறுக்கிப் பிடித்தேன். அவள் என் காதருகே வந்து கோபத்துடன் ‘கையை விடு..’ என்றாள். நான் விடவில்லை. பார்வையால் கெஞ்சினேன். அவள் கையுடன் என் கையைக் கோர்த்துக் கொண்டேன். நான் இறுக்கிப் பிடித்திருந்ததால் அவளால் விடுவிக்க முடியவில்லை. பின்னால் பார்த்தேன். யாரும் இல்லை. சற்று தொலைவில் இருந்தவர்களும் கவனிக்கவில்லை. ஆர்த்தி படத்தில் மூழ்கிப் போயிருந்தாள். தியேட்டரின் இருள் என் துணிச்சலைக் கூட்டியது.
மெதுவாய் இன்னொரு கையை எடுத்து அவளுடைய தோளில் வைத்தேன். திரும்பி முறைத்தாள். வேகமாக தோளைக் குலுக்கி உதறினாள். ஆர்த்தி சட்டென திரும்பிப் பார்த்தாள். இருவரும் நார்மலாகப் படம் பார்ப்பது போல் உட்கார்ந்திருந்தோம். ஆர்த்தி மறுபடியும் படத்தில் மூழ்கினாள். நான் மறுபடியும் தோளில் கை வைத்தேன். அவள் ஆர்த்திக்குக் கேட்காமல் மெலிதான குரலில் கோபத்துடன் பேசினாள்.
‘சிவா என்ன இது? கையை விடு’
‘ம்ம்ம்’
‘சொன்னா கேளு.. கையை எடு..’
‘மாலதி ப்ளீஸ்..’
‘வாட்.. இடியட்.. லீவ் மி’
‘ப்ளீஸ் மாலதி.. என்னால முடியல..’
‘இப்போ விடப் போறியா இல்லயா?’
‘மாட்டேன்.’
‘அடப்பாவி.. விடுடா’
நான் அதற்கு மேல் பேசவில்லை. அவளுடைய தோளைத் தடவியபடி இருந்தேன். அவள் நெளிந்தாள். அவளுடைய கையைப் பிடித்திருந்த என் வலது கையை விடுவித்து அவளுடைய தலையைச் சுற்றி அவளுடைய வலது தோளில் போட்டேன். நெளிந்தாள். கையை உதறி தட்டி விட்டாள். அது மேலும் எனக்கு வசதியாய்ப் போனது. என் கை அவளுடைய பின்னால் விழுந்தது. மெதுவாய் இடுப்பைப் பிடித்தேன். அவள் அதிர்ச்சியுடன் என்னை முறைத்தாள். நான் அவளைப் பார்க்காமல் படத்தைப் பார்த்தபடி இடுப்பை மெதுவாய் கசக்கினேன்.
‘டேய் பாவி விடுடா.. ப்ளீஸ்.. சொன்னா கேளு..’ என்று புலம்பினாள். நான் கண்டு கொள்ளாமல் இடுப்பை இறுக்கிப் பிடித்திருந்தேன். என் கை மெதுவாய் கீழிறங்கி அவளுடைய கொழுத்த பின்புறங்களைத் தொட்டது. அவள் பதறினாள்.
‘சிவா.. ப்ளீஸ்.. திஸ் ஈஸ் டூ மச். லீவ் மீ..’ கெஞ்சினாள்.
‘சாரி மாலதி. என்னால முடியல.. தடுக்காதீங்க.. ப்ளீஸ்..’ நானும் கெஞ்சினேன். என் கை அவளுடைய வலது குண்டியை இறுக்கியது. அவள் சீட்டில் சாய்ந்து கொண்டாள். நான் மேலும் இறுக்கிப் பிடித்து கசக்கத் தொடங்கினேன். அவள் நெளிந்தாள்.
‘சீ.. நீ நல்லவன்னு மறுபடியும் பழகினா இவ்வளவு பொறுக்கியா இருக்க.. விடு என்னை.. சொன்னா கேளு..’
‘உங்களைப் பார்க்கும் வரை நான் நல்லவனாத்தான் இருந்தேன். ஆனா இப்போ இருக்க முடியல.. சாரி.. ப்ளீஸ்.. மாலதி. என்னைத் தப்ப எடுக்காதிங்க..’
‘சீ பொறுக்கி நாயே.. முதல்ல கையை எடு..’ ஆர்த்திக்குப் பயந்து சத்தம் வராமல் என்னிடம் கோபப்பட்டாள். நான் கண்டு கொள்ளாமல் முன்னேறினேன். என் கை அவளின் முதுகில் ஊர்ந்து மெதுவாய் வலது அக்குள் பகுதிக்குள் நுழைந்தது. அவளுடைய கையை விரித்து பக்கவாட்டில் இருந்து வலது முலையைப் பிடித்தேன். அவள் என்னை முறைத்தாள். சட்டென்று சால்வையை இறக்கி அவள் முலையைப் பிடித்திருந்த என் கையை மறைத்தாள்.
‘டேய் பாவி.. இது ரொம்ப தப்பு.. விடு ப்ளீஸ்.. நான் போறேன்.. இனிமே என் மூஞ்சிலயே முழிக்காத..’
என் கை நடுங்கியபடி அவளுøடைய வலது முலையில் நன்றாகப் படர்ந்தது. அவள் மெதுவாய் தலையில் அடித்துக் கொண்டு விடுடா என்று கெஞ்சிக் கொண்டிருந்தாள். நான் விடவில்லை. கைக்குள் அடங்காத அந்தப் பழத்தை மெதுவாய் இறுக்கினேன். என் தண்டு பேண்டுக்குள் சீறியது. இடது கையால் அதைத் தடவினேன். புடைத்திருந்தது. அவளின் செழித்த முலையை கசக்கத் தொடங்கினேன். அவள் நெளிந்து கொண்டிருந்தாள். நான் முலையில் தடவித் தடவி காம்புப் பகுதியைத் தொட்டேன். சுடிதார், ப்ராவை மீறி அது லேசாக விரைத்திருந்ததை உணர முடிந்தது. காம்பைப் பிடித்து சுடிதாரோடு திருகினேன். அவள் பதறினாள்..‘சிவா.. ப்ளீஸ்.. விடு. வலிக்குது.. சொன்னா கேளு..’ கெஞ்சினாள். அவளுடைய இடது கையை வைத்து என் கையை எடுக்க முயற்சித்துத் தோற்றாள். அவள் உடல் சூடேறியிருந்தது. மெதுவாய் என் இடது கையை எடுத்து அவள் இடது தோளில் வைத்து பின்னர் சால்வைக்குள் கொண்டு சென்றேன். இடது முலையைப் பிடித்தேன். அவள் மேலும் அதிர்ந்து வேறு வழியின்றி அந்தக் கையையும் யாரும் பார்க்காத வண்ணம் சால்வையால் மூடி மறைத்தாள். அவளுடைய கொழுத்த இரண்டு பழங்களும் என் இரண்டு கைகளில் சிக்கிக் கசங்கிக் கொண்டிருந்தன. அவள் லேசாகக் குனிந்து கொண்டாள். அது எனக்கு வசதியாக இருந்தது. அவள் கண்களில் நீர் வழிந்தது. பாவமாயிருந்தது. ஆனால் அவள் மேல் இரக்கப்படும் நிலையில் நான் இல்லை. என் இரக்கத்தையெல்லாம் அவள் மீதான காமம் தின்று விட்டிருந்தது. அவளிடமும் எதிர்ப்பு குறைந்திருந்தது. முலைகளை நன்கு கசக்கிக் காம்புகளைத் திருகிக் கொண்டிருந்தேன். ‘ஸ்ஸ்...’ என்று முனகியபடி அவள் அடங்கியிருந்தாள்.
மெதுவாய் அவள் கழுத்தருகே சென்று கழுத்தில் முத்தமிட்டேன். சட்டெனத் திரும்பி முறைத்துப் பின்னால் பார்த்தாள். யாரும் பார்க்கவில்லை.
‘ஐயோ.. சிவா.. ப்ளீஸ் .. சும்மா இரு..’
தியேட்டரில் லைட் எரிந்தது. இடைவேளை.. சட்டென அவளிடமிருந்து கைகளை எடுத்தேன். அவளும் நிமிர்ந்து சால்வையை சரி செய்து கொண்டாள். அப்பாடா என்று நிம்மதிப் பெருமூச்சு விட்டாள். என்னை அனல் கக்கும் பார்வையால் எரித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தள். நான் அவளைப் பார்க்கத் துணிவின்றி ஆர்த்தியிடம் பேசினேன்.
‘ஆர்த்தி உனக்கு என்ன வேணும்?’
‘கோன் ஐஸ் வேனும் அங்கிள்.’
‘உங்களுக்கு என்ன வேணும் மாலதி?’
‘எனக்கு ஒன்னும் வேணாம்..’ கடுப்புடன் சொன்னாள். நான் சென்று மூவருக்கும் ஐஸ் கிரீம் வாங்கி வந்தேன். மாலதி அதை வாங்கிக் கொள்ளவே இல்லை. ‘எனக்குத் தலை வலிக்குது.. வீட்டுக்குப் போகலாம்’ என்று மாலதி எழுந்தாள். ஆர்த்தி கேட்கவில்லை. ‘இரும்மா படம் பார்த்துட்டு அப்புறம் போகலாம்..’ என்று சிணுங்கிய ஆர்த்தியை முறைத்தாள். ‘உன்னால என் மானமே போயிட்டிருக்கு’ என்று கோபத்துடன் முனகியபடி மீண்டும் உட்கார்ந்தாள். படம் தொடங்கியது. என் லீலையும் தான். அரை மணி நேரத்திற்குள் மாலதியின் திமிறல்களையும் எதிர்ப்புகளையும் மீறி மீண்டும் அவளுடைய இரண்டு முலைகளும் சால்வை மறைப்பில் என் கைகளில் தியேட்டரிலிருந்து வீடு செல்லும் வரை மாலதி எதுவும் பேசவில்லை. நான் அவளைப் பார்க்கவே பயந்தேன். அவர்களை வீட்டில் விட்டுவிட்டு திரும்பினேன். மாலை 6 மணி வாக்கில் போன் செய்தேன். எடுக்கவில்லை. பல முறை அழைத்தேன். நோ யூஸ். ‘சாரி’ என்று மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினேன். பதில் இல்லை. இரவு ‘குட்நைட்’ அனுப்பினேன். பதில் இல்லை. சாரி சாரி என்று பல முறை அனுப்பி ஓய்ந்தேன். எந்தப் பதிலும் வரவில்லை. அடுத்த நாள் பள்ளியில் சென்று பார்த்தேன். அவள் என்னைக் கண்டு கொள்ளவே இல்லை. ஒரு வாரத்திற்கு மேல் ஆனது. அவள் என்னிடம் பேசவே இல்லை. எனக்கு வாழ்க்கையே வெறுத்துப் போனது. கொஞ்சம் அடக்கி வாசித்திருக்க வேண்டும் என்று தோன்றியது. ஆனால் என்ன பயன்? எல்லாம் முடிந்து போனது. அவள் என்னிடம் பேசி பத்து நாட்களுக்கு மேல் ஆகியிருந்தது. வேறு வழியின்றி நானும் மெசேஜ் அனுப்புவதை நிறுத்தியிருந்தேன். ஒருநாள் இரவு அவள் நினைவில் என் தண்டு விறைத்திருந்தது. அவளை நினைத்து அதைத் தடவியபடி படுக்கையில் கிடந்தேன். நள்ளிரவில் மொபைலை எடுத்து மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினேன்.
‘மாலதி.. ஐ யம் சாரி.. ப்ளீஸ் பேசுங்க..’
பதில் வரவில்லை. ஒரு மணி நேரம் கழித்து மெசேஜ் டோன் ஒலித்தது. பாதி தூக்கத்தில் இருந்த நான் மொபைலை எடுத்துப் பார்த்தேன். அவள்தான். தூக்கம் போய் உற்சாகமாய் வாசித்தேன். திட்டியிருந்தாள்.
‘போடா பொறுக்கி நாயே.. டோன்ட் மெசேஜ் மீ’கசங்கிக் கொண்டிருந்தன.‘சாரி மாலதி.. நான் செஞ்சது தப்புதான். மன்னிச்சிடுங்க.’
‘ஸ்டாப் இட்.. நல்ல பையன் மாதிரி நடிச்சி என்னை ஏமாத்திட்ட.. ஐ ஹேட் யூ..’
‘ப்ளீஸ் மாலதி.. மன்னிச்சிடுங்க..’
‘நீ பண்ணினதுக்கு யாரும் மன்னிக்க மாட்டாங்க..’
‘ஐ நோ.. மாலதி.. ப்ளீஸ்..’
‘டோன்ட் டாக் டு மீ.. பை’
‘சாரி சாரி ப்ளீஸ்..’
அதற்கப் பின் மெசேஜ் வரவில்லை. தூக்கமே வரவில்லை. அதிகாலை 4 மணிக்கு மீண்டும் ‘சாரி’ மெசேஜ் அனுப்பினேன். அரை மணி நேரம் கழித்து பதில் வந்தது.
‘ஐயோ.. மெசேஜ் அனுப்பாதனு சொன்னா கேக்க மாட்டியா நீ?’
‘சாரி மாலதி..’
‘இடியட் இப்போ என்ன வேணும் உனக்கு?’
‘நீங்க என்கிட்ட எப்பவும் போல பேசணும்’
‘முடியாது.’
‘ப்ளீஸ்ஸ்ஸ்ஸ்’
‘சரி சொல்லு’
‘தேங்ஸ்’
‘ஆமா இதுக்கு ஒன்னும் கொறச்சல் இல்ல’
‘ஹா ஹா ஹா’
‘சிரிக்காத கொன்னுடுவேன் ராஸ்கல்’
‘ஓகே சாரி..’
‘ம்ம்ம்..’
‘மாலதி....’
‘சொல்லித் தொலை’
‘ஒன்னுமில்ல..’
‘ஏய்.. என்ன சொல்லு..’
‘நத்திங்’
‘சொல்லுடா பொறுக்கி என்னமோ சொல்ல வந்த.. என்னது?’
‘வேணாம்.. நீங்க கோபப்படுவீங்க’
‘நான் ஏற்கனவே கோபமாத்தான் இருக்கேன், சும்மா சொல்லு’
‘வேணாம்ம்..’
‘கோபத்த கிளராத சொல்லுடா நாயே..’
‘ரொம்ப திட்டுறீங்க..’
‘ஆமா பின்ன இவரு பண்ற காரியத்துக்கு திட்டாம கொஞ்சுவாங்களாக்கும்? என்ன சொல்ல வந்த? அத சொல்லு’
‘ஒன்னுமில்ல.. உங்கள பாக்கனும் போல இருக்கு’
‘எதுக்கு? ’
‘தெரியல.. ஆனா பாக்கனும் போல இருக்கு..’
‘இந்த நேரத்துல என்ன பாக்க வேண்டி கெடக்கு?’
‘தெரியல.. எனக்கு பத்து நாளா உங்க நெனப்பாவே இருக்கு’
‘இருக்கும். இருக்கும்.’

My Neighbor Sunita

I am Rajesh from Bangalore wanted to share a true incident. About me I am married and working in a private company. This incident happened when I was in Hyderabad. I use to stay in apartment. There were many families staying in the apartment. On my floor there were three houses and we were all friendly. They all use to come to our house and we also use to go to theirs. Children’s use to play together, we use to exchange the curies especially when ever some makes something special. Both ladies were very close to my wife.

One was Sunita and other one was Anjali all names changed. Sunita had a young daughter and Anjali and one son of 5 years and me too. Sunita use to be more attached than Anajli. As Sunita’s husband is a Poilet in private airlines and he use to be away for days together. Sunita and daughter to be always at my house. Sunita really has good assets. She is 30, 5’3 about 54 kgs. I always use to have a eye on her but never got chances for anything. She also seemed to be interested in me that was my guess. She always use to give some naughty smiles and many times

I got to touch her body parts intentionally whenever she use to be with her daughter in the name of the child and she use to give me naughty smiles. Once we went on tour to our native and I came back alone because of the paucity to leave. I was alone for about 20 days. One day I called Sunita’s husband as I was getting bored we had some beer at my house and then he said to come to his house for the dinner. We had nice time had some jokes cracked and good fun up to 12.30. Then I went to my apartment saying good night to Sunita and her hubby.

Sunita’s hubby said he is will leaving tomorrow morning at 7am and will be back in another 5 days I did wished him happy and safe time and came and slept. Next day was Saturday and I went to office as usual and came back at about 4pm as it was half day. Slept till 7.00. Got up and was sitting watching TV. About 7.30 bell rang and I saw Sunita with her daughter. I greeted and asked her to come in. She gave me her daughter and said I will get you some tea and snacks and went to her apartment and got that. We had it together and was telling that Anjali and family had also gone out and will be back on Monday only.

I was feeling bored so just came to talk, I used to think and fantasize of her but never had an opportunity to be with her alone, then we started talking in general about this that and about 9 she said she will just come back and went to her apartment but her daughter was still with me now she was feeling sleepy. Sunita came back at 9.45 with some bowls and found that she had brought the dinner and she said we will have dinner together I agreed to it. By the time I took out a beer and had one and then the second. She gave food to her daughter and she slowly slept on the sofa. And then we had dinner together. We finished dinner and were still talking.

I was feeling romantic and sexy as I had the beer the It was raining outside, it was pouring heavily. She took her daughter to bed room made her sleep there. We came back to sofa were chatting. Then she said we will play cards for some time. Then we started playing cards she was wearing saree and I could see her tits cuts and her stomach. I was getting excited but did have to courage to move. As it was raining and cold I said we will sit on the bed and play and she agreed to it and we started to play sitting on bed. While playing touched each other’s hand many times, I used to touch her intentionally.

I started doing this very often and she was liking it, but did not find any objection from her end. I could see that she was getting aroused. She was enjoying my naughty touches. I touched her sexy tummy also, while playing and I could sense her green signal. One or two times I kept my hands on her thighs. Then build some courage and slowly I gave a pinch to her sexy tummy and placed my hand there. She leaned on my shoulder, felt excited, it was the first time a girl was touching me other than my wife and I had an immediate erection,

I pressed her hand, she held my hand and pressed the palm to her palm and closed her eyes and went on to feel my hands she was feeling shy and kept her eye closed. Then she looked at me and laid her head on my chest could feel her hot breath on my chest. I lifted her face and planted a passionate kiss holding my head down and sliding her tongue in my mouth tasted her tongue and could not control myself I held her tightly to me now and we were in a tight hug slowly moving my hands on her back and feeling her skin between her saree she was kissing me hungrily sucking

My tongue pulled her down beside me on the bed and kissed her again moving my hands on to her thighs and ass pressing her to me hard ,my hard on fighting to get out of the shorts was pressing her thighs and she was really hot now, she was feeling my bulge and pressing it lightly from the top, Feeling her anxiety I slowly pulled my shorts down and my dick was freed and showing his head out, I caught her hand took it my manhood she hesitatingly touched it and took hold of it, it was wet with pre cum and her sexy hands were moving around it pressing mine dick and took measure of the length and the breadth

And said you have a bit smaller than my hubby but is cute and hard. I broke the kiss and hugged her tightly and said “u r very sexy today, can I c u fully nude today” she shyly moved her head and said in a whisper nibbling my ears “yes” ,I covered both of us with a bed sheet and slid off her pallu from her chest she was breathing heavily her chest rising and falling ,she was wearing a low cut blouse and her breasts were hard in them feeling them and I undid the buttons one by one she was moaning with pleasure, ahhhh,

I kissed her breasts and took off her blouse and she hugged me tightly crushing her breasts to my chest she was wearing a transparent bra and her nipples were hard now ,sexy red nipples unhooked her bra and felt her bare back ,wow she was so smooth ,holding her for a while I pushed her down on the bed and took off her bra her breasts were hard, I felt them with my palm and she pressed my hands to it and softly moaning, ummmmm, kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples she was wriggling in my arms said , slowly, feels good after so long

I took her nipples between my teeth and was biting it slowly she pressed my head to her breasts hard and my other hand was pressing her other breast pinching her nipples slightly we were both covered in sweat our legs entwined in each other’s my hard on pressing to her pussy she was moving slowly below and we kissed again embracing each other as hard as we could, she took off my t-shirt and felt my broad smooth fair chest and kissed my nipples and bit them it was a wonderful feeling and I pressed her head to my chest now I was below and she was above me she sat down and I could get a full view of her naked upper body.

Then she went down to my stomach and was kissing going down to leg my hard manhood sprang up and she held it in her soft hands from top and was caressing it sliding it up down, up down it was wet at the tip and I held her head. She was playing with it now. I asked to suck it but just kissed it but she refused to suck. She was playing with my balls I was loving it I was in my heavens. I held the bed and was moaning aaahhhhhhh yes please don’t stop, please, and she was now holding the whole dick in her right hand and moving up down up down

I pulled her on top of me and kissed her breasts pressed to my naked chest nothing in between now pressing her pussy to my dick and moving her hips to my dick held her ass and pressed her to me and put her down on the bed again and kissing her sexy lips chest breasts I went down to her tummy and kissed her belly button there she arched her hips to my kiss and running her hand in my hairs said uuuummm so good, I pulled off her saree and petticoat and felt her pussy from her panty she was wet there very wet and

Sliding my finger in the slit kissing her tummy and put my tongue in the belly button rubbing her slit and opened her legs and covered her pussy with my palm she arched further and was screaming now please don’t stop, yes yeeeeeeessssss, I slid off her panty and saw her sexy soft pussy all wet ,it was shaved I liked it with my tongue and kissed her clitoris she pushed my head hard to her pussy and was getting wetter and wetter I was liking off the wetness from her pussy and slid my tongue in her pussy feeling her hole and was fucking

My nurse girlfriend and her friend

Having read some of the stories on here. I thought that i might share this true story which happened a couple of years ago now.

I had met on a international dating site which is direct. a very nice attractive lady of 45, she was/is a nurse, we sort of hit it off from the start, after dating a couple of times the inevitable happened and we ended up in bed, i am happy to say that from the start we were very sexually compatible, And we seemed to spend much of our time together discovering one another's pleasures. (it is true what they say about nurses)

Anyway we got on very well indeed, and spent more time at Julies house than we did on my narrow boat, (bed space being the reason lol)
She had told me a while before that a Friend of hers had arranged to come and stay for a couple of days, to "catch up" and go out as old Friends do, they had met at nursing college. So i volunteered to let her enjoy her weekend with her friend. She (Margaret) arrived on the Friday afternoon, and wished them a good weekend and left after being introduced to Margaret.

On the Sat Morning i got a text asking if i would like to go around to Julies house on sat evening and perhaps cook one of my special dinners, (i like to cook). as replied and said great.
I arrived there around 6pm and cooked a quick pasta dish, we shared a bottle or 2 of wine, and the girls went out to a sort of reunion. I washed the dishes and settled down to watch a DVD.
I was half asleep on the sofa when they arrived back baring 2 bottles of Carva. Margaret plonked herself down next to me on the sofa, while Julie went to get glasses, it was obvious that they had consumed quiet a bit whilst they were out, laughing at nothing is a bit of a give away.
Julie arrived back with glasses and sat on the other side of me, pouring 3 glasses out and offering them to "Mag's" and myself, they went on to tell me of the evening and who they had met and not seen in years etc. Then the stories of what goes on in hospitals and the funny and rude side of things, one thing lead to another and wine flowed, and for no reason spontaneously, Julie cupped my head with her hand turned me towards her and began to kiss me, she has a fantastic kiss, sensual but without slobbering into your mouth. after what seemed like ages, and me thinking what will Mag's be thinking, she released me, and smiled, the next thing Mag's did the same thing, this was a strange feeling, and i may have seemed a little reluctant to be kissed at first, but the pressure of her hand told me it was going to happen, and Julie did nothing or said nothing to stop it, After what once again seemed like ages Mag's also let me free, immediately i said without thinking "my God you kiss the exact same way, i couldn't have told you apart".
They glanced across at one another then they smiled at me! Julie then said (looking at Mag's) David has the most sensitive nipples i have ever come across, more so that most women i would say, i felt my ears begin to get hot and my face started going red, "Why are you saying that" i said Oh don't worry said Mag's we exchange all kinds of information, and we are nurses you know.

Julie then began to unbutton my shirt, i took hold of her hand to stop her, but she pulled it away with the other, oh don't be shy Dave she said, and continued to open my shirt, pulling it away from my chest and baring it to Mag's, (my nipples always seem to be erect and pink,) she then leaned forward and began to kiss me again, as she did so she traced my chest up to my nipples and gently stroked them this sent shock waves down to Percy (my penis named by Julie) she then pulled away from kissing me and said to Mag's who had been watching this happen, "see what i mean so sensitive" God yes said Mag's aren't they just. And without a moments notice she leaned forward and putting her finger and thumb around my nipple and just and so flicked the tip with her tongue, i squirmed and pulled away, but she followed me and this time she put her mouth around my nipple and began to lick it, her hot breath and soft wet tongue were driving me mad, and Percy was straining in my Trunks he was pointing down my left leg, but trying to get erect, which was causing me some discomfort.
Then Julie made things worse, she gave me a quick kiss and very naughty smile, and then went down to join Mag's. This was almost like torture, the kind that drives you mad but it's a mixture of pain and pleasure. With Julie playing with one nipple and Mag's the other i was straining to stop from throwing them both off, breathing so fast and electric waves going from my nipples to my penis, which was now in dire need of escape, he felt like he would snap if he tried to get any more erect, but there was no way he could not do so, Julie looked up at me and said don't be a big baby, how do you think us women feel, and at least we are not biting them, but we might if you don't stop winging. the Thought of them being bitten made me wince.
She did not go back to my nipple, instead she knelt down on the floor between my legs and unbuttoned my jeans, it was more than obvious that Percy was straining for release, but i put a hand on my fly and stopped her, Mag's had stopped attending to my nipple and was watching Julie, Don't be shy because i am here Mag's said, and with that pulled my hand away from my fly. Julie gave that cheeky smile she has, and her eye brows rose up.
She undid my fly and my button, and pulled so i had to raise my bum, Percy was still tucked tight down the left leg of my Trunks, his eight inch length and 4 inch girth more than obvious to all who were watching. "Bloody hell" said Mag's "you weren't kidding were you hun" A smile exchanged between them. "So you have been talking about me have you, is there nothing sacred any more" i said. Oh shut up and enjoy it's most men's dream. And with that Julie did what i was preying for before Percy broke his back, she pulled down my Trunks, and Percy popped out into the air like a "Jack out of a box" my god that felt good, i think he got a "Wow" from Mag's (now i have to tell you, that Julie had only ever had 4 boy friends, one became her husband for some years, and all of them had been "Cut" she found it novel that i hadn't) Mag's began to kiss me just like Julie did, and at the same time very gently fondle and play with my nipples alternating from one to the other. she had now blocked my view of what Julie was doing, but i know what she liked to do, she was fascinated with my foreskin, she would spend ages just slowly pulling it back over Percy's head, and then ease it back over him, the repeat the motion over and over again, not wanking me off, but just watching the motion as his head uncovered and then hid again, very slow and very deliberate, then she would just lick the tip as he eased out, and follow his head back in with the tip of her tongue, eventually she would, ease the foreskin back and slip his head into her mouth, just the head, suck it and them slip him away again, she was fascinated, but some times after a long time of this he just wanted to be buried deep inside her, thrusting into her wet and wonderful pussy, but she knew this and teased me something rotten.
Mag's pulled away from my mouth with a smile upon her face, and she looked down to where Julie was, and saw what she was doing, still fondling my nipples and watching Percy twitch to the touch. every time she stroked my nipple Percy twitched on Julies hand, they both found this amusing.
I hadn't noticed it happen but Julie was just in bra and knickers now, and Mag's raised her arms and slipped off her top to reveal no bra at all, but a very fine pair of pert, firm boobs, with very lick able nipples, which were very dark brown and very erect, she offered me her boob and said your turn now David. i didn't think twice, by now i was unashamed and so turned on and horny i just didn't care.
I took hold or her firm boob and licked her nipple, it was hard yet very flexible, "I like mine to be nibbled tweaked and pulled" she said. i obliged her wishes and took great pleasure in giving her what she asked for.
Julie was still engrossed in her game of hide and seek Percy, she then slipped off her bra and knelt higher up, she took Percy and squeezed her boobs around him, she had larger tits than Mag's Julie is a size 14, but not fat, Mag's I guess about the same but a bit more weight, still not fat. toned infarct.
Julie began to slip Percy up and down between her tits, still watching his head pop in and out of the foreskin, Mag's eased my mouth away from her boob, and stood up, slipping her skirt to the floor, revealing a very scant pair of knickers, Julie let go of Percy, and turned to Mag's, "nice knickers hun, but better off i think, God to my surprise, Julie put her fingers into the top of Mag's knickers and eased them to the floor, Mag's helping by shuffling her legs, she had very swollen pussy lips, and was (Like Julie shaved smooth) Julie then stood up and took off her Knickers, which weren't so scanty, it was the time of the month for.
her i could see the string of the tampon.
Mag's ran her hands down Julies body over her erect nipples and to her tummy, they leaned forward and kissed each other, Percy almost shot there and then. They kissed for a while and then both looked down at me, smiled almost like twins would do, and Mag's said, "that is why we kiss the same babes." with that they both knelt down beside me one on either side of my legs. Mag's cupped my balls and fondled them, looking at Julie and saying, "wow they are so full" Not for long Julie said. and laughed. Mag's leaned forward and pulled back Percy, his head popped out, and they both laughed, Mag's then took him into her mouth, i have no idea what she was doing but my God it felt good, he was being squeezed, sucked, licked and bitten all at the same time. She pulled away and then Julie did the same to him, Mag's was squeezing and fondling my balls, while Julie gave me the best blow job she has ever done, i noticed Mag's other hand stroking Julies hair as she was sucking the life out of my throbbing cock.

Julie eased away and said to Mag's. well i can't so why don't you!! with that, Mag's stood up, spread her legs, and slowly eased herself down on me, as Julie guided a very excited and rock hard Percy into the warm wet Pussy of her best friend; she eased down very slowly and said, my God it feels so big inside me, and as she let Percy deeper into her wet pussy she moaned a little, and then began to sort of gyrate.

Julie came and sat on the sofa next to me and began to kiss me, at the same time play once again with my nipples, this time not as gently as before, and with every tweak it sent a shock wave to Percy, which was passed on to Mag's who was now carried away with riding Percy deep and hard, she winced every time Percy got a shock because of Julie.
By now Mag's was really getting what she obviously liked, and her tits were bouncing up and down, now and the she would hold and squeeze them herself, and tug on her nipples hard. Julie moved away from my mouth and just concentrated on my nipples, she slipped a hand down my thigh and onto the base of my cock, just for a moment, she squeezed it hard, and then pulled away, my God Mag's your soaking babes she said, Mag's didn't reply she was breathing very fast and hard, and moaning a lot now, he face contorted her movements were Gyrating and up and down, she was getting the best out of my cock my balls were bouncing as well and she was thudding up and down on them, a little pain began to creep into my balls, i wasn't sure if it was because they wanted to explode, or her bum thumping them so hard for so long, either way it was beginning to have an effect upon me, Julies nipple sucking and tweaking and watching Mag's fuck me so hard, it was beginning to be all too much for me, i began to taste that taste one gets in your mouth just before you cum, and i was thrusting back at Mag's now hard and relentlessly her groans got loader until she screamed "I am cumming God am i cumming" at the self same time Julie squeezed both my nipples and kissed me tongue deep, That was it my juices began to flow, i started to shoot into Mag's i could feel the cum shooting up my cock and spurt into her soaking pussy, as it was happening she let out a scream and began to shudder and shake, her head back, her tits bouncing and sweat running down between her tits. i could feel her juices flooding over my cock and coming out onto my balls, we came almost together, i was screaming with a mixture of pain and pleasure, my cock exploding inside her, to her obvious pleasure. The i heard Julie she began to shiver and moan, unknown to me she had been wanking herself as she watched and played with me, as we all slowed down, Julie took her wet fingers, and rubbed them on Mag's lips, even though her eyes were closed, she knew who it was, and her tongue came out and very slowly licked the juices from Julies fingers.
Mag's eased herself off me, leaned forward and kissed me, i tasted Julies cum on Mag's lips. as she Eased herself to the side of me and leaned on my shoulder, i put my arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. her breathing and mine was beginning to slow down.
My Cock was beginning to go softer and the wetness was starting to cool down.
Then totally out of the blue, Julie leaned forward and took hold of a retreating cock, she began to play her game again, and as she did so, to my surprise Percy started to harden again, she got him hard, and began to lick and suck the juices of his stem, Mag's just watched as i did and, then Mag's began to go for my nipples again, "Oh my God i screamed not again please, but my pleading was ignored.......................

Enjoying Sex with a Friend

Years ago as a teen, I was always looking for excuses to play with myself. I learned to masturbate by accident reading a paperback porno story I found in my father's drawer. I started humping my bed imitating the characters in the story until I suddenly thought I was about to piss myself. I ran to the bathroom and tried to go, but nothing happened. I went back to humping my bed when it happened again. I learned later that I was experiencing my first dry orgasms.

As I matured, I started to share my discovery with a friend. We had always talked about girls and what we'd like to do with them. I spent a number of nights at his house where we'd we talk into the night. On one of those nights my friend pulled out some Penthouse and Playboys he found in his brother's room. His parents had gone to bed earlier and we were downstairs in his room watching TV and looking at the magazines. After a while I turned on my stomach and slowly put pressure on my erect cock against the floor. My buddy was on his bed next to me on his side. I was trying to be unobtrusive while I slowly humped the floor. Suddenly by buddy says "I bet that feels good". I was busted. He knew exactly what I was doing. I said "yeah, I like the way it feels". It was then that I noticed his hand was inside his underwear and he was playing with his dick. I figured what the hell and we started talking about how we masturbated. I was horny as hell watching him play with himself, so I sat up next to the bed and asked if could do that. He hesitated and then pulled his hand out. I was a bit nervous, but I pulled his shorts down releasing his erection. I grabbed hold and started to slowly stroke him. It wasn't long before he blew his load. I finished myself off afterwards.

Soon these became fairly common place with us. We never thought ourselves gay, just two horny teens who needed to get our rocks off. It wasn't long before we'd masturbate each other rather than ourselves. Needing more excitement, we'd lay in the missionary position and rub our cocks together until we came. Other times we'd hump each others butt crack until we blew our loads all over each others back. It wasn't long before we decided to up the ante and while I was jerking him off, I went down on him and started to suck his cock. He'd return the favor and we'd 69 just enjoying the feeling of our cocks in a mouth. We never came in our mouths. We would always end up in some other position rubbing ourselves off on each other.

We kept this up through high school even though he had found a girlfriend who would let him fuck her. We'd spend the weekends together while he tell his latest sexual adventure with her while we beat each other off. Only one time did we try to have anal sex. We decided I would go first and put my ass in the air for him. His cock was a bit bigger than mine and I was really nervous about it. He managed to get the head in, but the pressure was a bit much for me, so he pulled out and just enjoy ourselves the usual way.

We had a lot of fun and did things on the spur of the moment. My buddy lived next to a country club/golf course. We often would roam the grounds at night looking for mischief. One night we ended up down by their swimming pool. No one was around and the lights were still on so we decided to go skinny dipping. We entered the changing area and stripped and then hopped into the water. We swam around for about 15 minutes or so when we started to get a bit nervous about someone catching us, so we got out and headed into the changing area. We looked around, but there wasn't anything to dry ourselves with except a small hand towel. We grabbed that and out clothes and took off in just our sneakers across the golf course. We were laughing and having a great time running naked under the stars on a warm summer night, our cocks swinging in the breeze. After a bit I noticed my friend had gotten an erection as we were walking along. I remarked on it and he said that the streaking had made him horny. My cock started to stiffen and soon we were walking slowly along with our clothes in one hand and out cocks in the other. As we walked I stopped stoking my cock and reached over to start stroking his. His hand released his cock and reached for mine. We finally stopped and lay down on the grass and went into a 69 sucking each others cock. We shifted to rubbing our cocks together for a while. Then we'd stand up and one would get behind the other and we'd stick our cock between the others legs right under the ass and slowly fuck the others legs with the head of our cocks bumping against the nutsack.. I'd stand there and my friend would drop to his knees and start sucking my cock. He kept it up until I was ready to cum and the jerked me off the rest of the way. I then returned the favor and give him head until he was ready to cum. When we were done, we used he had towel to wipe the cum off of ourselves and got dressed and headed home.

When my friend came to stay with us

[Hi. I’m Sanju from North. I won’t start off by making the usual claim that it is a true story I’m about to narrate. I know readers tend to take that sort of thing with a pinch of salt. So I’ll just let you decide if the incidents I’m narrating here are fact or fiction. Whatever be the case, more importantly, I want you to enjoy the story. A warning though: if you’re the kind who likes hard core slam bang stuff right from the first paragraph, then please don’t read it. But if you’re the kind who likes a slow buildup, and for you eroticism lies not so much in the act itself but in the context, I think and hope you might just love this one. Whatever the case, please do give some feedback/comments so that I know whether to continue with this or not. No fun in writing something if no one’s reading it, you know!]

Arun had been living in USA for a long time. We were old friends, together since the 6th grade. He left to study in Dallas back in 1994. Got married to an African American woman and settled down there. Later they divorced (no kids) and after some 18 years of living abroad, Arun had this longing to return to his homeland again. So he sent me an email that he would be coming back and staying with us. Arun’s own parents were dead long before he left for USA and for as long as I had known him, he had lived with his Aunt and Uncle. He had always had problems with his uncle and on returning, would rather have stayed in a hotel than with his uncle. Naturally, he would visit his aunt often but for around a month’s stay in India, he wanted to live in my house, where the three of us: I, my wife and kid (a son aged 6) were living. Of course, I was only too glad to be able to play host to my best buddy.

I had got married to Sweetie back in 1997; a love marriage. Sweetie is now 37, the same age as I am. She is what you might call a very sensuous woman. While eye catching when young, it seems age has actually accentuated her sexuality. She was slim to the extent of being thin when I married her: a mere 101 pounds on a 5 ft 4 inch frame, pleasant features, beautiful complexion heightened by the presence of two black moles almost artistically placed, one on her chin and the other on the neckline, just above her cleavage (she still makes me crazy when she wears a shirt with a low neckline). Now, after some 12 years of marriage and childbirth, she seems to have put on weight on just the right spots. Her 130 pounds now include ample flesh on her once flat ass, her 36 size boobs look much heavier thanks to the additional flesh round her bosom, and just a bit of fat on the once flat tummy (which she just detests but I find even that to be sexy in its own way). She also thinks her hips jut out too much but I just love the way they appear especially when she wears a jeans and makes men stare at her ass. Yes, I think I’ve always been a bit of a voyeur and though it initially made me feel guilty, I really feel horny when I see other men check out my wife’s ample figure. But that was as far as it went, and I never actually had fantasies involving my wife with other men. Not until, of course, what happened after Arun came to stay with us for a month.

The incident I am recounting happened last year in 2008. It is only now that I’ve finally managed to convince myself fully (at a conscious level) that what occurred during those 30 days actually transpired and was not just a fragment of my imagination, a dream from my wildest fantasies; that “normal” people like me, Sweetie and Arun can actually be involved in something as wild and irresponsible as this.

First, let me tell you a bit more about my relationship with Arun, as well as Sweetie, because I think that will help you a long way in understanding how the events took shape as they did. Arun and I were always the closest of buddies. The kind who grow up going to school together and doing all the boys’ stuff, like discussing sex and watching porn. While I was shy as a kid, Arun was always outgoing, talkative and open to the point of being shocking to people at times, a trait that used to get him into trouble when he was a kid. We are also very different in physical features: I’m of average height and slender frame with soft good looks, while he is tall, broad and not quite good looking in the traditional, movie star sense, but quite manly.

Arun helped break my reserve in a lot of ways. When we were big enough to be allowed our privacy, the first night he stayed at my house, we watched porn on a rented VCD player . Once the hot scenes started he surprised me by taking off the shorts he had borrowed from me for the night (the only piece of clothing he had on), and starting to masturbate right in front of me. As I looked incredulously at him lying naked right beside me, he asked me, “will you just keep staring at my cock or do something with your own too?” A little embarrassed I laughed and lowered down my boxer to access my own erect cock.
“Don’t behave with like a shy bride at her first night” he scolded me, “take it right off, and the vest as well; you’re wearing too many clothes for watching porn.”
He had me naked in less than a minute. While a little shy, I also felt very excited getting naked so close to another person for the first time in my life, even if he was another guy. When I adjusted myself back on my pillow and reached out for my cock again he took my hand and placed it firmly on his own cock, then with his other hand, grabbed hold of my cock and started pumping it slowly. To this day I cannot remember having experienced anything more pleasurable than that hand job he gave me. It was the first a hand other than my own had given me such pleasure.

After that we did it to each other a number of times. Sometimes while watching porn, on other occasions, just because we would be feeling horny. I don’t know if that makes us bisexual. I don’t think so as we never indulged in anything more like kissing or fucking each other. Though we did try a 69 once but found we had no talent for it as both could feel each others’ teeth rubbing on the delicate skin of our cocks. Yes, Arun did suggest once that I let him fuck me in the ass but I was much too afraid of the pain it might cause; also, to be honest, I was more than a little wary of the fact that it would give him a psychological advantage over me and he would tease me later by calling me a gandoo (a subordinate gay). I was at that age where this kind of thing could mean a lot between peers. Though later on, I used to fantasize about that possibility a lot of times. I don’t know about others guys but I have always wondered what it would feel like to have a cock inside your guts, moving in and out of your asshole.

After he settled down in USA and got married to a black American girl, some 5 years his senior, he used to send me pictures of his wife: first, ordinary pictures, fully dressed up; then a few in bikini, at the beach, in the company of some other friends, and then finally, one with her wearing only a G-string and nothing else. A few days after sending that picture, he sent me a mail again asking, “Did you masturbate?”

A Boy Wants Sex

A Boy wanted to have sex with his girlfriend. But she was refusing all the time. So he went to see his friend and asked him what to do about it. His friend had a brilliant plan. He said: “Next time you meet her under the tree behind your home. I will be up in the tree waiting for you. If she refuses again you ask God in the heaven whether you can have sex with her or not. And I will give the right answer to you and her.”
The days went by and one Saturday afternoon he met his girlfriend again. They both went to that tree and he asked her to have sex. She refused. So he said to her: “And, my dear, if I ask God in heaven, would you follow his advise?” “Yes, I would” she said. So he asked: “Father in heaven can I have sex with my girlfriend?” And the voice from heaven said: “OK my friend, go ahead!” And so they had sex the first time.
But the boy asked his friend to do him this favour every week, and he did. But the last time when he asked God in heaven, the father answered: “My dear friend below, step aside and let your father in heaven have a go!”

Being A Lucky Paying Guest

Hi all. I am Darshan Patel from Ahmedabad. This incident happened during my 6 months tenure in Mumbai. I was transferred to Mumbai last October and brought a fresh air in my sex life…I am working with an MNC at middle management level with a worth salary at my disposal. I am all settled in Ahmadabad and used to visit Mumbai often for official purposes. Last year I was transferred to Mumbai for 6 months. I hate Mumbai traveling and had decided to go for a place nearby my office & to take up a separate accommodation.
I had decided to enjoy Mumbai flavor during these 6 months. I am also a member in AFF(Scorpio attacking) & had started looking for sex mates in Mumbai. I got few but those experiences will come in later. My first dream was shattered when I started hunting for a place. I was looking for a fully furnished for independent stay. But the cost involved was very high and specially the deposited which ranged from 1lac to 2 lac. I agreed for a PG accommodation with some family.
The story starts from here. After a lot of struggle and convincing I finally got a place 10 minutes from my office. It was a room in a penthouse, the room attached to the terrace was given to me. Room had a study table, cot and AC. The owner was a family of 4. Husband, Wife, daughter and a son. Husband has its own business f grey material for cloth, wife worked in an Eent management company ( both were in their mid 40s), a lovely daughter in the second year of college and a son studying in a hostel of Delhi. The family was good, warm and family. I had my eyes on the landlady, though in 40s she was well maintained.
I have a taste for dressing. I carry myself in smart formals mostly with blazers. Though I was paying a bit higher rent but she got me lusted in our first meeting itself when I had gone to see the place. It was a Sunday morning. When broker rang the bell she had opened the door and was in a knee length silk night gown. I could her nipples’ impression and when she turned back to lead us in her ass crack was visible over the gown. Yes, she was without her undergarments. Tough this picture was shirt because immediately she went in and came back with robe on it and her husband in a track pajama with Sandoz.
Her daughter also came in just to say hello when we had finalized the transactions. Things were ok, and I just wanted to get lucky with the lady. First week was totally uneventful, and I behaved to gain the confidence of the family. Generally I am only in my boxer shorts at home but whenever I had to come down for anything I used to get into my Kurta Pajama. I had got my image good, as a gentleman and they twice invited me for dinner with them. They also started the morning tea for me served in my room by the servant.
During these 2 dinners I got along with the daughter also. Uncle used to enjoy drinks with me on occasions and Radhika(the daughter) often discussed her career path with me. Things got further better when aunty had to be out of station for 4 days. Since the food was always ordered in those 4 days with daily drinks, it became a ritual of me joining them over dinner every day.
It was almost a month, I had become a part of their family but I was still unsuccessful in getting my lovely auntie’s interest in me. Also, my first show of her beauty became the last show. During all these things I missed out that Radhika was taking a lot of interest in me. I am a game with my camera & she always used to take tips in the same from me and other things. She was spending more time to be near me and me a fool was not able to understand this (of course, I was focusing in the other one).
On a Friday I was told that Radhika’s exams are over and she has off of 15 days for some college project. And she wants to celebrate it by a party with her friends. And in this party she also wanted drinks to be served. Though the family was ok with drinks but was not ready to send her daughter out on such a party, so they have thought of using my room for a night and kids can have a good party. I readily agreed. Radhika had one condition that through entire party no one should come-up for checking sort of things and with excuses. Parents agreed and they also happily agreed to other of her request of me being an invitee in the party.
And the erotic journey of me started from there. In the evening, she had worn a knee length red skirt with a deep neck full sleeves white top. She looked awesome. Gradually the friends started pouring in. By 8 in the night all had 25 odd friends of her.. Drinks arrangement was done in the room and terrace was arranged for a Dance floor. She bid goodbye to her parent reminding them of the condition and took me. I took my camera. Everybody took a toast and raised in Radhika’s name and party started.
And guess what was the first thing happened in the party. Girls took off their covering clothes (yes, they all were dressed in something else inside and had worn a covering dress over it). Except for a couple of girl none were in full pants. Some were in miniskirts, some in shorts, some in middies, sleeveless tops, shoulder less tops. And wow it was a scene of some high class disco place. Lot of dance, drinks (though Radhika didn’t drink much as her parents opposed to excess of it), jokes and all halla around.
I got some very good clicks on my canon of nice cleavages, panty peeks, up skirts, visible nipples, and I became a very close friend of Radhika. Now I wanted to have some fresh cherry for my service. And yes the most easily available was Radhika. One day in the morning I heard some noise. It was Radhika being scolded for not maintaining her room. She was answering back. When I intervened she agreed to keep things nicely and be a good girl. I promised her to come early and help her with the same.
This was the moment when I started working out on my plan. I came home taking a half day. She was in her jeans shorts and a white t-shirt. Her shorts were very low waist and revealed a black thong, and her tight top was revealing a white bra worn inside. She said hi to me and went to bring a glass of water. I had the water and told her I would change and comeback, then we can start with her room. I also told her that she can also change. She replied that she is already in her home wear.
I told her with a mature expression that we should avoid wearing undergarment at home, it does not allow our skin to breathe. Saying this I immediately move to my room without even waiting of what would her expressions be. I came back in three fourth with a t-shirt. She was in her room and i joined her calling her a good girl. She was a good girl because agreeing to me now her black thong was not visible and what was visible were her nipples impressions.
While helping her i casually asked that why was she wearing a thong. To this she surprise asked that she wears only thongs. I asked her how aunty reacts to it. this time it was my chance to be surprised. She said even aunty wears only thongs. On my disagreement she took me to the parents room open the drawer of her mom and showed. Yes all were thongs. And few were white g-string. I again asked her why g-string to which she answered shyly that when her mom wears white trouser then the panty line and color of the panty become more visible. She also said that it was the first time she had opened her drawer.
We decided to act like detectives and explore more. She excitedly agreed. We came across a couple of pantyhose, a red g-string and few pics of her mom in bikinis on some beach. I expressed that how sexy her mom looks. To which she blushed and said isn’t she sexy ? I simply caressed her face and said she looks like a nymph. My cock was already semi hard and same was the position of her nipples. I was about to leave when said why not explore her dad’s wardrobe. She was very curious of what boys keep hidden.
You know what? We found a few thongs of her dad, which looked extremely kinky and in the nearby separation were her mother’s night gowns. Some real short ones, a couple of them were transparent, a couple were backless and the entire feeling had become erotic. We look at each other. I uttered, I can’t imagine how your mom would like in these & she said she can’t imagine how her dad would look in these(she meant thongs). I told her why not let us try these and can see how do we look in these. She was thoughtful for sometime but her curiosity was higher than her fear or shame.
We both tried it, showed to each other and were extremely hot. We were about to get flown away when suddenly her phone rang. Shit. It was her mother who had called-up to ensure that her room should be arranged before she is back. The aroma broke. we immediately got back to the work, getting back in our own attires. Along with the work we talked about those dresses. She had never had a gown & she loved when she wore it. though I showed my disconnect on me wearing thongs, they were so tight. She just gave a teasing smile and commented on my hard on in that thong.
In the evening her mom was happy but his father was not. Both had separate reasons. Aunty was again going out for few days & uncle had lot of things to do in the coming weekend. I assured them that since coming 2 days are Saturday and Sunday and having official off on these days i can take care of the home and since Radhika is also having vacation sort she could take care of household things. Aunty had a flight same evening and I went to drop her off. While returning i brought a couple of night gowns for Radhika. Silk night gowns with length up to half of thighs, deep neck, backless up to the ass and strings at shoulders.
None of them were transparent. While i returned, I hiding passed on the parcel to her and joined uncle for couple of drinks. Uncle’s schedule was pack for few days with travel. Because he never wanted to incur additional cost he travelled to different locations daily in train and came back home the same night. Next day early morning i drove him off to the station and came back.
Radhika welcomed me with her own night gown this time. I asked her to start preparing the breakfast and would join her soon. I changed into my boxer shorts and only boxer shorts and came back. I know this was the day for me and to a large extent she also knew it. She was preparing porridge when i joined her in kitchen. I hugged her from back and my hands around her waist. Her body was warm and I could her uncovered bosoms from her back. I started a getting a hard on and she could very well feel it.
She switched the gas off. I hugged her tight and asked why ? She responded that she would like to finish what I am about to cook and turned around. I hugged her tight and she started roaming her hand on my bare back. She told that it was her first time being touched by a man. I assured that I would stop whenever she feels uncomfortable. By this time her hands were inside my boxer cupping my ass. She answered that I can think of her mother and do whatever I want to do with her mother and gave my ass a squeeze.

My Sex Saga – Champa

Year 1988, Bilaspur, Chattisgarh, we used to stay in a private rented villa near the outskirts. Some 200 mins behind our place was a river and in the front was the main road going into Bilaspur town and the other side used to go to Koni where the Engineering College was located. I was studying in the Eng College and used to commute from home by motorbike as it was just 20 minutes drive from home.
In front of our Villa on the main road itself there was a small wooden shop, for cigarette and paan, we used to call it as paan gumti (that’s what they address such shops in Chattisgarh). The owner was a guy called Shyam who was quite a weak and old looking guy for the age that he used to say. The shop used to be his fathers who had passed away long back leaving his mother and him to handle the affairs. His mother was pretty old but a very talkative and social lady and used to come home every day to take drinking water and also to sit and talk if she found me or my mother outside.
Shyam used to stay behind our house in a small hutment, which was part of a small settlement (few huts spread here and there) on encroached land which later the Govt had transferred to them on humanitarian gesture. It was a very small rectangular piece of land in which his hut stood. The hut was made of bricks and mud and had corrugated tin sheets as roof. There was no electricity and no corporation water supply, so they used to take water (before we moved in) from the corporation tap on the side of the Main road, for electricity they still used kerosene lamps.
Shyam was the only child and he married to Champa, a dusky voluptuous village belle, who had sharp features and a binaca smile (bright teeth with a wide smile) always on her face. Her smile was very seductive and gave her an upper hand when dealing with males. For her dusky colour her smile was a contrast. She must have been not more than 20-22 that time and in her prime of youth. Being a village woman, she was always in very bright saree and had her head covered with the same till the eyes and she used a lot of bright colorful bangles matching her saree almost till the ankles.
At a first glance anybody would notice three things about Champa – her swaying walk, making her waist swing from side to side and her rumps dance, her bust which protruded out even in all the orthodox covers of her saree and anchal, and lastly her bangles which used to make a rhyme as she took each step. Even without looking at her closely anybody could guess the body counters and the sexy way she carried herself. Shyam and Champa had one child a daughter 2yrs old and she was as frail looking as her father.
It was almost after a month of our shifting that Shyam and his mother got friendly with us. The reason for that was that I had nothing to do in the evenings so used to go and stand near his shop talking and observing what people used to do and the shop being on the main road it was quite a time pass looking at the traffic and people. He was really a very kind man and so was his old mother, she used to talk a lot in the local language which I found a bit difficult to understand, but then Shyam used to interpret whenever he was around otherwise
I just presumed and responded back in Hindi. She liked me because I was friendly and also because of me they could get drinking water for the shop and their house at the back and my mother used to always give her tea and snacks. I hardly used to meet or see Champa, as during the day time I was in the College and during the evening she was at home cooking and taking care of the kid. Slowly as days passed the mother started to come home every evening to watch TV. As days passed she started to bring Champa too to watch and Shyam had no objects as we were just behind his shop and when he used to close he would come home and take them back home.
The TV was kept in the sitting room (drawing room) far right hand side and on the far left hand side was my study room which faced the TV. I usually didn’t watch the TV so my study room door was always closed and I used to study inside. But this study room had a door which opened onto the side and a window diagonally opposite the closed door leading to the sitting room for cross ventilation. When studying, I always used to keep the window and the door leading outside open for fresh air.
Though the room was not that big it was rectangular in shape and had my table and chair with two wooden racks (just behind the chair) for books and I had placed two wooden boxes covered with old quilts (rajayee) and bed sheet for sitting purpose. One was towards the window and one just next to my table.
Since we had lots of guests coming in from the company and nearby places my father was not so comfortable with these ladies sitting and watching in the sitting room, as such my mother asked me if its not a problem to keep the door open so that they can sit inside my study room and watch without causing any disturbance to the guests. I said it’s ok as I used to study only after 10 pm when things used to become less noisy.
The message was conveyed to Shyam’s mother and they started to use my study room to watch TV. Since light was not required for them to sit and watch in the room the light was always kept off when the ladies used to sit and watch. They used to sit on the floor and watch no matter how much I asked them to sit on the covered boxes. That’s the time when I first saw Champa without her head covered. She had yellowish vermilion on her hair parting (sign of married women) and well oiled and pleated hair in a single strand.
Her skin was shiny and smooth and she was a real ravishing black beauty. I didn’t pay much attention and show interest as she was Shyam’s wife and close to my family. And since I didn’t like to watch TV I used to go to Shyam’s shop and sit there on the wooden bench that he had and keep him company and listen to the gossips. Occasionally on Sunday evenings Shyam too used to come and watch the Hindi movie being shown and soon the bond and trust deepened between us. Shyam used to call me Bhaiya so the others followed the same.
The Sunday movies I too occasionally used to watch if it was interesting and I used to sit on the wooden box near the window while Shyam used to sit near my feet and the rest a bit more towards the front on the floor of my study. Shyam’s daughter being small used to crawl and sometimes walk holding the book racks and come to me and Shyam and used to tug at our dress, smile and go back. On many an occasions, especially when Shyam was not there I did notice that
Champa used to look back straight into my eyes and give her seductive smile. It was unnerving as the effect was devilish and I used to turn my head off and she would then giggle.This went on for a couple of months and she even got bold enough to talk to me in between when she used to come to fetch water for the shop or when they wanted water in the evenings they used to ask us to connect the hose pipe that we used for gardening so that they can take water from the back without coming all the way to the front of the villa.
During these chit chats I got to know that she was a bit educated and she knew to read and write Hindi quite well, her father was a bus driver and he had put them in the village school. Now this was quite a revelation as Shyam was a total illiterate and so was his mother. I immediately said I can give you comics if you wish to read (as we had some old Hindi comics) she was excited and said that she would love it.
Next day I took out a few Hindi comics and gave it to Shyam on my way to the college. Evening when I returned at around 4pm Shyam said Bhaiya “tum kitab diye aur Champa bahut kush hoo gayee. Sara din kaam aur us key baad kitab main hee lagee rahee, ek baar bhee dukan main nahi aye.” (you gave the books and she became very excited the whole day she was working and then busy with those books and she didn’t even come once to the shop.) I smiled and said its good to read Shyam, and he nodded his head in acceptance.
That week Shyam got one of his cousin sisters from the village visiting them. They were 3 in total. His sisters and two children, the husband didn’t stay back as he had work. So in the evenings the crowd to watch TV grew in number as these three also joined and the children sat in the front followed by Shyam’s mother and sister and then Champa sat right at the back behind all. As usual Champa had her head covered with saree when she came but later removed her head cover and I noticed the lack of bangles on her hands. That meant that she used the bangles only when she was going out, and not used them when at home working.
I didn’t want to take the risk with the new kids in my study so I stayed back and as usual sat at the wooden box near the window. I was aware of Champa’s close presence as she was just an arms length away from the wooden box and Shyam’s daughter, naughty as she was, was always coming and pulling and poking me while Champa was lost in the TV as far as I could see.
So what I did was, I got down and sat on the floor so that I can play with the kid and keep her occupied and in doing so I realized that I could almost touch Champa if I extended my arm a bit. The very thought woke the devil in me and suddenly as if reading my mind Champa turned back and looked straight at me and smiled.I was holding the child with both my arms and swinging her arms. In a sudden move Champa moved back and looking at me as if she was trying to tickle the child extended both her arms and kept on mine.
I didn’t try to remove my hands as I was thinking what to do next when she pinched me on both my arms and smiled and turned her head and started to watch TV again. I got some courage and thought to test the water and extended my right arm and pulled her pleated hair. To my surprise she moved back some more by raising her legs and folding them in the front at the knee and keeping her hands folded on the knee.
I was still playing with the child and lost in my thought as what to do next. Some time passed and then suddenly, Champa unfolded her arms and kept both the arms behind her back and reclined backwards and in doing so she came more closed to me and her fingers touched my feet. Immediately she entwined her fingers into my left foot fingers and started to massage, my heart started to pump so wild that
I could hear it beat in my ears and my junior began to grow in my track pant. I just sat there, as I was frightened and excited too. Then she looked back straight into my eyes and pressed my toe and curved her lips and bit her lips with her shining teeth and gave her seductive smile and turned back. I had no much experience with sex and here I sat all excited and frightened and Champa I presume could judge everything and she was taking the initial lead.