Mutual Desires

Disclaimer: The following account is a fictional story of sex between two adults. If you are not allowed to read such stories by law or by any reasons, do not do so. Otherwise, enjoy. Any comments and feedbacks are welcome –John Antony

"At last, a couple has come to live in our vacant house next door," Shrish's mother announced.

Shrish was not interested in knowing who they were as he was very much involved in the cricket match showing on TV at the time. He was 18, tall, fair, and handsome, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He was studying MBBS and in his medical college he was a great attraction for the girl students.

The couple who came to live in the house next door were Raj and Sheela, recently married and good looking. Raj worked for a multi-national company and his work involved frequent tours. Sheela was a housewife. She was lean and well proportioned, except for her very big boobs. The ample boobs on the slender body attracted every male with sufficient hormones.

When she came for a formal chat with Shrish's mother, Shrish stood mesmerized. Such a large set of breasts on such a slim body made him gasp, and it took a few minutes to recover. He envied the husband who could play with those football sized boobs.

Sheela, in her turn, was also stunned by the good looks of the youth with the great body. She saw his gaze fixed on her breasts and she blushed. Though such stares were not rare, his stare had a magnetic quality that made her heart race.

Shrish's mother introduced her son to their new tenant. He said hello to the boobs and he couldn't take his eyes off them; he had never seen such a beautiful set in his life, even in erotic movies.

Fortunately, Shrish's mother didn't notice her son's behaviour as she was telling Sheela all about her son's educational and athletic skills. But Sheela could see his eyes still fastened on her boobs and she was pleased by the handsome young man's attention.

Raj was good at sex but such adoration was not in him, and he did every thing in a routine lifeless manner. But the neighbour's boy seemed to appreciate the beauty, and he attracted her very much.

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Next day Shrish came to Sheela's house and had a casual talk with Raj who also liked the medical student very much. When Sheela came in with coffee, Shrish's eyes were automatically drawn to her twin assets, but he was very careful in the presence of her husband. Raj invited Shrish to come in the evening for chats as he did not know any other people in the area, and Shrish agreed willingly.

One day Shrish asked Raj casually, "Raj, do you play foot ball regularly?" Though he asked the question to Raj, his eyes were on Sheela's boobs, as she stood behind Raj. She blushed, knowing the meaning.

Raj said innocently, "No, I don't play football. Do you play often?"

"So far, no. But now I am very interested and keen" he said, mischievously, knowing that she was enjoying his double meaning.

Next day, Shrish came over a little earlier, knowing that Raj would not be at home. Sheela welcomed him and asked him to sit on the sofa. That day she looked very pretty in a black sari and black blouse. He was in a T shirt and lungi and his T shirt showed off his bulging biceps.

"Raj has not come home yet. Shall I bring the coffee in?"

"The only thing I am interested in now is milk," he said lustily, eyeing her milk pots. She felt slight uneasiness about his obvious fixation, but his slightly parted sensuous lips and the way he was looking at her tits looked very sexy to her. She wanted to please the obsessed boy a little and she bent down to pick up the newspaper from the floor.

The pallu of the sari slipped, her low cut blouse was unable to contain the enormous boobs, and a large portion of the breasts spilled out triumphantly.

Seeing the magnificent view, Shrish's eyes widened, his lips parted further and his heart ran a marathon. He drank in the beauty of the firm creamy boobs and feared that she might stand up again at any time. Thoughtfully she took a long time to pick up the newspaper and let him enjoy the feast.

As soon as they heard Raj's footsteps she straightened herself and put the pallu of her sari back to her shoulder. Raj seemed tired and said he had a headache. Hearing that, Sheela brought pain-killing balm, applied it to his forehead, and began to massage softly. Raj said to Shrish, "She is very good at massage, Shrish; I am sure that my headache will go soon"

Shrish was still mesmerized with the great view he had seen. He waited till his horny cock subsided from the passionate fury and then went home.

Next day Shrish also arrived early, immediately after playing tennis. He was wearing a T Shirt and shorts, his hairy thighs showed their muscles and his wet T shirt outlined his masculine body. "Sheela, I have a terrible headache and so I have come here from the tennis court, instead of going home. Will you put the balm on, please?" he said eagerly.

Sheela looked at the clock and realised there was still half an hour before Raj would be home. She brought the balm, sat on the sofa and asked him to lie down and put his head on her thighs. His lips became dry and licking them, he eagerly lay down as she said.

She let her pallu down carelessly and her magnificent boobs were just a few inches from his lips. Only half covered by the blouse her breasts stood erect in all their glory. He was enthralled. All he wanted to do was bury his face in them, massage them, knead them, kiss them and suck the nipples. But he dared not do anything, and to control himself he closed his eyes.

She took the balm and applied it to his forehead and began to massage softly; he enjoyed her touch. After some time he slowly opened his eyes only to see the beauty of the tits. He tried to move his head towards the boobs.

"No, Shrish, Raj will come home soon" she said.

"You are torturing me by not showing me them fully, Sheela" he said frankly.

"OK, but no touching." she teased him. She had slowly, VERY slowly, unbuttoned the blouse, one by one. He watched eagerly to see all that she was revealing.

When she had undone the button just below her bra, she pulled the sides back and stopped. Her bra was lace, and he could see her large perfect nipples through the lace. He was entranced. Looking at those breasts, he could see the darker color at the tips. The dark pink nipples. That was where he wanted to be. He stared at the entire expanse of lace-covered flesh. Her bra cup was large enough to cover to just above the nipples.

The upper curves were exposed to his eyes in all their abundance. His mouth was open now, and his hands flexed convulsively. He wanted nothing more than to grab on to those tits. He had fairly large hands, but he would bet that it would take both hands to completely hold one of her boobs while he nursed on the tip.

He swallowed his saliva and exclaimed, "Oh God...Oh God." His cock stood at 90 degrees and it looked longer than her husband's.

They heard Raj's bike outside the house and acted quickly so that when Raj came in Shrish was reading the newspaper and Sheela was in the kitchen. Raj and Shrish chatted about the coming elections in India, and then Raj said he would leave early the next morning and return very late, because of his work commitments.

Next morning, Shrish woke up very early and as soon as he heard Raj leave the house he went to Sheela's house. Sheela was going to have a bath and she was wrapped in a small towel that covered neither the enormous boobs nor the smooth upper thighs. He brought a big bottle with him and Sheela frowned and said, "Shrish I don't like people who drink."

"Sheela, it is not liquor. It is only honey, dear."

"What for?"

"I want to taste you with honey, babe"

He undressed immediately and she was very much pleased by what she saw. His wide shoulders, slightly hairy chest, flat stomach, and above all his long raging cock, perhaps 8 inches, all made her passionate. He came to her and took the towel from her body and enjoyed seeing her inch by inch. "What a body!" he exclaimed in a whisper.

Her boobs looked firm, even without the support of the bra. And her nipples were even larger than he had expected, seeing them through their lacy cover yesterday. His mouth watered as he saw her shaved cunt, already oozing with love juice. He loved that reaction. He wanted to taste her inch by inch.

He poured the bottle of honey on the magnificent boobs. After covering the vast area of her boobs, the honey travelled all over her body, ending at her cunt and mixing with her dripping juices. He began to knead the one white globe closest to him; it was slippery with honey. He was fascinated by the softness and yet the firmness beneath it. He kissed every inch of that breast. He licked up and down it. The taste of her boob was exciting.

With his tongue he encircled the boob from the farthest point, where it attached to her chest, and slowly drew a spiral until his mouth was on the nipple. And that he took into his mouth and suckled on. He massaged that breast, pulling on it, while he took as much into his mouth as he could. He flicked the nipple with his tongue, batting it back and forth while his teeth held it steady. His senses were completely fixated on the tit before him. He moaned around it and realized that this is where he wanted to be forever . She couldn't believe this; he had spent at least fifteen minutes on one breast, until she couldn't take it anymore, and she switched him to the other. She felt immense pleasure as he took the other boob and gave it the same exciting treatment. It took a long time for him to finish his obsession with her tits that were now covered with his saliva and from which the honey was completely cleaned.

He thoroughly and neatly licked her and then leaned down towards her pussy and buried his face in her. He couldn't get over how hot she was. Hot and wet. His tongue slid deep inside her, and he felt the walls of her pussy try to clamp down on its slipperiness. His nose bumped against her clit, and he could hear her moaning. He moved in an in and out motion, and then sneakily took one of his hands off her lips and began to rub that magic button back and forth while he finger-fucked her. He could feel his cheeks getting wet with her, and he loved it. She tasted so wonderful with honey, he thought he could lick it the whole day, and smiled to himself when he realized that he could indeed do just that. He went on and on. He ate her out more and more. He did not stop. He did not pause. She had never been eaten out like that before. Oral sex, yes, but never ravaged like that.

When she couldn't bear any more, she pulled him up and clasped his lengthy pink rod. He felt her touch on his prick and looked down to see her white hands clumsily begin to roll the condom down over his cock. (He didn't know where she had kept the condom so far). He helped her, wanting to ensure that it was anchored properly, since he was damn sure he was going to fuck the hell out of her, and he didn't want to have to stop in the middle. Finally, it was in place, and he circled her hole with the tip of his cock. He could feel the heat emanating from inside her.

Her moans were matched by his at this point, as they both watched his cock against her cunt. And then, with one thrust, he slammed about six inches inside her. They both groaned loudly at the invasion. He couldn't believe how hot it was inside her, and how she seemed to grip him like a glove, even through the thin latex covering.

He watched her large firm breasts jiggle with each of his motions, and he wanted to see how much he could make them move. So, finally, in a game with himself, he suddenly rammed his entire cock all the way inside her tight channel. Both of their eyes closed and he just held it there, enjoying the moment. He pulled all of the way out, and then did it again. And again. And again. Picking up speed as her pelvis was tilting up to meet his every plunge. The sweat was dripping from his forehead as they continued their motions. They were both moaning loudly, and there were no words, as the sensations were overwhelming both of them.