All characters are 18 years or older. All situations are fictional. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex. Some phrases and terms are in Hindi and Tamil. Translations are provided where these are used.
Legend:
Bhenchod - Sisterfucker
Chod - Fuck
Chodoing - Fucking
Choot - Cunt
Chutiya - Fucker
Fuddi - Cunt
Gaand - Ass
Gandu - Asshole
Loda - Cock
Lund - Cock
Kuttiye - Bitch
Maa ki choot - Mother's cunt
Matherchod - Motherfucker
Poolu - Cock
Pundai - Pussy, cunt
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It is Saturday and we are sleeping in. We watched a movie last night and finished a bottle of wine. We did not fuck, but I am sure you will wake up a little later and make up for it.
You are aware that I am awake and you roll over and press your body into mine. I immediately sense your thick dick. And now your hands reach over to my ass, cup a cheek and squeeze. I know where your hands will go next,
matherchod!
(motherfucker), and I spread my legs. Sure enough your palm cups my pussy, rubbing my cunt hairs. Your middle finger traces the line of my cunt, parting the folds of my pussy as it reaches my hole, and pressing hard when you come up to my clit. I am loving it. I can feel myself beginning to cream. Now your dick is getting hard and you start rubbing against my ass. I turn a bit to make it more comfortable for you, and you grab my tits and use them as leverage and start humping my ass.
Your thrust on my naked ass is long, sweet and exquisite. I can feel how strong your cock still is after all these years. I feel a bit of wetness and moisture as your pre-cum falls on my ass-crack. I let out a quiet, "Mmmm, chee,". And then you stop. You don't want to cum just yet. And you reach under the bed to get that wooden stand you designed and made yourself. You put this under my pillow and now my head is upturned and my mouth is at an angle, the correct angle to receive your thick cock. You straddle my head and push your cock down. I smell the heavenly aroma of pre-cum from your dick as you settle your cock into my mouth. I hear you sigh in contention. Your cock reaches all the way to my throat. Your big balls slap gently on my chin. So fucking good! Fuck!
Bahenchod!
(Sisterfucker!) You raise yourself on your elbows and toes and fuck my mouth like you fuck my cunt. You asshole! I hear your grunts of pleasure as you increase your pace. Your cock is nice, hard and thick. I can feel the heavy vein that runs under it. I use my tongue on it and hear you moan. Then you lift yourself until just the head of your cock is in my mouth. Oh! So soft and velvety and smooth. I play on it with my tongue. I tease your pee hole and you shudder!
You take my hand and push it behind you. And I know you want your balls ticked, held, carrassed and squeezed. I do that, and then I sense you parting your legs. This is my cue to enter your asshole. I place my middle finger at the entrance to your asshole and I press it in. You gasp. I feel the moisture at the entrance and I persist and push. You asshole pinches my finger tightly, but now I am up to my second knuckle and I press it all the way. I try to synchronize my thrusts with the thrusts of your cock in my mouth.
But somehow I don't feel like drinking your cum today. I am not sure why. So I tap your hairy thighs with my fist. This is our standard indication that you can mouth-fuck me as long as you do not come in my mouth. You slow your thrusts. And I realize that you want to be in my mouth for a long time.
I let you slide your cock in and out of my cock for some more time. Then you pull your dick out and crawl down to my chest. You slam your heavy, hot stub on my tits. You hold one of my boobs roughly with one hand and with the other you attack the nipple with your penis. I help you out by holding my tits up for your punishment.
Then you put your cock in my mouth again. I remember you saying what is most arousing to you is to see me open my mouth, see it make a 'O' as I get ready to accept your cock. And then to see me with my eyes closed as your thick, veiny dick pistons in and out of my mouth.
Chutiya!
(Fucker!)
When you are satisfied, when I have pleasured you enough with my mouth, you get off of me and go to the bathroom, knowing fully well that I will follow you.
You are standing at the toilet with the seat up. You are fully naked, and your magnificent cock is jutting out at an angle from your belly. You are holding it and stroking it, slowly. I see how long it is. From the side it is so very thick, especially near the base. The purple, pink mushroom head is so incongruously big compared to the rest of your cock.
I stand by your side, put and arm around your waist for support, and fist your cock with my other hand. You lean forward and press your hand against the wall, and with the other hand you caress my ass. You hand explores every inch of my ass, going from one ass cheek to the other. Then you make a blade of your palm and run it down my ass crack. You locate my asshole and with your index finger your tease it. I move my leg a little out to allow you to enter my ass. And you do. You keep your finger in these as I give you a hand job. I know you are watching my hand fly up and down the length of your dick. I am seeing it do. Right now, both of us are gasping and panting. Out breaths coming in heaves.
I can feel it even before you start your groans. Your cock stiffens even more, pushes against my fist harder than before and then you jerk forward and become stiff. I know to continue to stroke your cock. You like it that way.
Cum erupts from your cock in long creamy ropes. Fuck! I think to myself, this is glorious. How much cum! How white and thick! God, and it smells so heavenly!
Oy! Teri Maa ki choot
(Oh! Your mother's cunt!).
When we were young, your cum eruptions seemed never ending. I would count the spurts as they spewed out of your cock like a volcano. One, two, three.. Sometimes upto thirteen or fifteen. Wow!
But now both of us are old. You are almost in your mid fifties, and I just turned fifty this year. But your cum is just as strong, white, thick, smelly and delicious. You spurt only three or four long ropes, and the just drops of semen remain. I squeeze the remaining drops from your cock into the toilet bowl.
My sex drive is also still strong. Sometimes you say you are happy and surprised at how horny and lusty I am. You say your friends complain that their wives do not want sex, that the women turn away from it as soon as they hit menopause. But I want to fuck. I am ready whenever, wherever you want to
chodh
(fuck) me.
After I have drained your balls, you hug me and call my name, many many times. Your cock is against my belly, the very last semen drops, sticky on my skin.
You go back to bed while I clean up the bathroom and then take a shower. By the time you get showered and come down, I have our breakfast ready. You kiss me lovingly and sit down and we eat together.
It has been almost thirty years since we got married. I think back now to how this all started. The first time we saw each other. Then my mind wanders to the first time we saw each other naked - how you insisted we do and how scared and reluctant I was. How skeptical I was of our marriage even working out...
Approximately thirty years ago.
I am an engineer now, newly graduated from a prestigious university. Since my father is in the government service, we have been in North India for many years now. I can converse in many Indian languages, Hindi, Punjabi, Bengali, Tamil. But we have not forgotten our conservative South-Indian background. At least my parents haven't. So that's why in the mid 1990s, while I am not yet twenty-two years old, they are looking for a suitable boy for me to get me married off. But getting a 'suitable boy' with a matching family and education background is proving difficult for them, what with my dad being in a very high semi-permanent position in the Finance Ministry spanning at least two decades. I have always been brought up thinking we are rich. And we are very well off.
Many families come forward with proposals but most are rejected by my parents before I even get to meet the boys. The ones I do get to meet, I do not like. Finally, close to my birthday, we get a proposal from a boy's family from the city where my mother and father grew up. They show me the boy's photo and I see a handsome mustachioed guy, dark, with a lot of hair. They tell me he is almost six feet tall, taller than most boys we have met and is also an engineer. "So what if he is not from a prestigious college," my mother says. "He is an engineer and is working in xxxx company for the last four years. He is good looking and his family is nice. We know them. Why don't you give them a chance? What's the harm?"
'What's the harm, indeed,' I think and agree.
I see you come in with your parents. You have made the long journey from down South by train and I feel sorry for you all. You father and mother are so quiet and apologetic and awed by our big house and my parents' accomplishments. I am sure you all have never been out of your State or have never been in such a big house or city, much less gone looking for a bride for you.
But you are different, and I sense that immediately. So different from the other boys who I have met in this process. You do not seem at all humbled or impressed by my parents' stature in society. Our big house, our car, our servants - all these do not seem to sway you. Your eyes shine with a hidden humor in them. Your posture is incredible and you seem so confident of yourself. I can see that you have taken care of your body. You must work out religiously. I see your well toned arms, shoulders and flat stomach. I am impressed. I like what I see.
My parents have arranged for a trip to a nearby resort for the evening for the families and us to get to know each other. I know you are biding your time. You let your mother and father talk to me. Mundane questions about school, habits, future plans, cooking etc. And finally they leave the two of us alone.
And for the first time in my life I feel shy in the presence of a boy. Your presence. Why, I am not sure. You surprise me with your english, your diction, your grammar and manner of speaking and how you carry yourself, your patience. And your eyes and eyebrows! Fuck! I could die right now. The way you show interest in every silly thing I say, I feel as if I am the last woman on earth. I am weak-kneed. I want this to stop already. I want to kiss your lips, feel your moustache on me. I want to marry you.
Chod mujhe, matherchod!! Abhi! Yehan!
(I want to be fucked by you, you motherfucker! Take me right now! Right here! )
It has been decided by the position of the stars and the moon and the sun. We are engaged. Our marriage is in four months.
I am excited. My mother senses this is me and makes fun of me whenever she can. But I have not heard from you in about a week. Why is that? I am sitting here thinking of you and you are in your own world it seems. Am I wrong about you? I know telephone service can be a pain in India, but can you not at least write me a letter?
But you call me one evening. I am alone at home. I listen to your voice and am over the moon!. But long distance calls are expensive and I am worried you will make this a very short call. I don't know what to say. But you take control of the conversation in your cool and calm manner.
"Hey Kavitha, don't worry. I have a friend on the telephone exchange, and he says I can talk for as long as we want. " Of course, you do! You seem to be that kind of person who can manage such impossible things. I like this too in you.
The first call is really nothing. We don't talk about anything serious. Just how are you, how's work, friends and the like. But I feel you are just building up to talk about real important stuff.
I replay our conversation that night while lying on my bed. Surprisingly, I masturbate thinking of you. I don't know how people have sex. I just know they do.
I have never been in the presence of a boy or man, or seen movies or magazines that depict sex. It's just bits and pieces a girl gets to know, second hand knowledge and gossip. I have a vague idea what a man's
lund
(cock) looks like. My friend Meena has told me about her husband's cock, so I can imagine. I have read a lot of novels, in a lot of different languages and some of the descriptions are pretty graphic. Meena has described the sex she has had with her husband, what a man's penis looks like, and what it does, it becoming thick like a log when a man is horny and the thick juice that comes out at the end. One day I even forced her to show me her hole where her husband puts his cock. I am so stupid. I don't even know where it goes!
So I read and I dream and I masturbate. I have been masturbating compulsively from a very young age. I use my fingers and palm on my pussy. I try to insert my finger in my hole but it doesn't go too far and it hurts. I can rub my fingers on the small knub at the top, the one described as 'clitoris' and that gives me great pleasure. Meena says her husband licks and sucks on it and it makes her come after some time. I am sure it does because it feels fantastic just by rubbing it with my fingers. Oh what a feeling when I finish. I am usually wet and dripping some liquid from my cunt when I am done.
I bet you masturbate too,
Chutiya!
