"I managed to unwind the cloth and the monster was unleashed. It felt fantastic. Large, silky and ready to plunder me. As I stroked him Pehelwan groaned. His hands moved from my shoulder and moved to my sides. From there his thumbs stretched to search out my nipples."
"he was open to me, ready to invade. The problem was with me. Those stretch pants and top need removing. And he was not going to be able to do it. And I was not able to let go of what I had in my hand, fisting him gently. I was transfixed. I struggled to lift up my top with one hand. When I needed to remove the other hand from the t-shirt I switched hands, transferring from one hand to the other lovingly."
"By now my hands were a slick mess for he was dripping. When I bent to peel down my tights and panties in one go, his was at my face level. Pehelwan could not bear to have no contact and had started gently stroking himself. On impulse, I kissed the head. That was the only time I heard him speak. 'Bhabhi' he whispered."
"Then what?" asked Sunita trying to find the hem of her Bhabhi's nighty.
"Then don't you want to know how thick 'thick' is?" she looked into Sunita's eyes. She was much quicker at finding Sunita's hem and Sunita felt a thick but cool object snake between her legs. She reached under and felt a vegetable. She looked down and saw a cucumber in Bhabhi's hand. A large one, narrowing into a hip and then slenderer at one end. And the other end, the fuller one, a large full cucumber.
Without knowing anything about dildos or the use of thick vegetables (organic substitutes?) for one she asked, "Which end, Bhabhi?"
Letting Sunita finger it like she had fingered Pehelwan's cock she led her unknowing saali to the thick end of the cucumber.
"No!" said the petite woman withdrawing sharply, her legs closing involuntarily. It was not a protest. It was disbelief. "How can that even go in?" she asked in shock.
"That is what I told you!" said Bhabhi ji triumphantly.
"How did you?" asked Sunita partly sitting up as her sense of shock widened to include the idea that her brother's wife had fucked Pehelwan.
"What?" asked Bhabhi.
"How did you take in something that thick?" she asked, her legs falling open again.
"Oh, that? When I kissed the head of his cock he lost all control. I was bending in front of him and my breasts were hanging free. My legs were a bit spread apart because I was looking for balance. But that is where his strength came in handy. He just bodily lifted me up from just under my breasts and let my body slide down controlled till his hands captured my buttocks."
"Our men," she scoffed. "Strength in a man is a wonderful thing you know. These guys can neither pleasure us fully. Nor handle us with expertise. Nor are they endowed like the working classes! Unfortunately, you might never experience that."
Sunita went over that in her mind. Why would she not get a go at Pehelwan? Could she ask her Bhabhi for 'some'?
"That is what I want to give you a taste of here," said Bhabhi ji suggestively stroking the cucumber.
"But tell me what happened next, before that," pleaded Sunita. Her pussy was dripping wet from the thought of a cock of those proportions and the fucking her sultry and voluptuous Bhabhi might have gotten.
"I think he was a virgin," said Bhabhi, slowly dipping the cucumber in a bowl of oil. "Vegetable oil from my own oil pressing plant," she reflected pointlessly.
"How do you know?" asked Sunita.
"For one, beyond lifting me up like a toy he did not know what else to do. Then there is the matter of how long he lasted. And finally, the big mess he made when he came," said Bhabhi ji as she caressed Sunita's crotch with the lubricated cucumber.
"If he did not know how did you get ahead?" asked the younger woman, her legs spreading wider and wider for the pleasure the cucumber promised. She now had some idea what that vegetable was intended for though she did not quite know how it would work out. There was a sponginess to the hardest of cocks and something natures invention had a way of making it probe effectively. The man was designed to invade the woman with a coaxing apart of lips while the woman was designed by nature to take in the man with an elasticity custom-built for whatever it was to receive. Nature's ways...
"His cock was under me. I could feel the thickness stroking me from my pussy lips to my butt. And I knew that the precious lovely wetness was dripping onto the floor below, staining my expensive carpet there. it was getting wasted and I needed it where it ached the most.
As he rocked back and forth I reach between us with both hands. We both looked down as I held him, with apprehension, in my hands. We simultaneously looked up into each other's eyes as I held the large bulb-head to my pussy lips. I rubbed quickly, just the head, just on my lips."
At this point Bhabhi ji mimicked that same action on Sunita's pussy, prising the lips open with the head of the cucumber.
"It was only then I realized how open and ready my pussy was," said Bhabhi ji.
"SO am I Bhabhi, open and wet," gasped Sunita thrusting her hips. But she winced when Bhabhi ji tried to thrust the cucumber in. "No. no, no, the other end," pleaded Sunita.
Then Bhabhi ji continued, "I held the impatiently bobbing cock between fingers of both of hands and wedged the head into the nest where it belonged. I let go of my body completely to indicate to Pehelwan that I willed him to go up into me. Pehelwan was in full control owing to the sheer strength of his arms, shoulders and chest. I held on to the steely muscles, but it was not really needed. I could have let myself go as a doll in his hands."
"The way he moved me suggested masturbation rather than fucking. He pumped me onto himself, rather than thrust into me. I was speared around his cock and for several seconds I was pounded on to him." As she said this Bhabhi ji thrust the cucumber into Sunita in rhythm. The movement of the bodies of the women had a cadence with the story.
"Pounded on to him is accurate. It was not him pumping into me. My eyes were riveted on the sliding piston. When it first entered me, the thick pillar was dry. I was prised open like an elastic tunnel. When he lifted me off the second time, the cock came out slick with whitish secretions of, I don't know, him or me. But with every pump the cock became slimier with our mixed juices.
"And then came that 'is he a virgin?' moment. Your Bhai Saab, brother, takes much longer to cum. Within a few thrusts, the strong muscular frame I was pounding started to shudder. Pehelwan seemed to channel all the throes of his body into his cock and it convulsed in orgasm. As the pussy was so totally full and stretched by that inhuman cock, every throe of his was transmitted to me. And then the second 'virgin' moment - the copious flow of cum. He came and came and came in torrents. I was filled, clogged, choked and with any pumping cum spewed in all directions like a leaking pump." Her mind also noted the use of an industrial analogy from her experience on the oil pressing unit's shopfloor.
Sunita whimpered with excitement generated by the narrative and the slow and steady fucking by the cucumber.
"Then what about your pleasure," asked Sunita thrusting herself harder and harder against her Bhabhi and the cucumber. She needed the kind of Pehelwan pleasure that Bhabhi ji was describing.
Bhabhi clarified, "What about my pleasure! I think I came ten times when the cock stretched me open wide and another ten times as the pillar scraped me on its way out and then again when he let me drop and drove me on to him. I lost count of my orgasms as he fucked me mindlessly. Those few strokes were no doubt too few. No doubt I wanted more fucking. But I was not short of cumming and orgasms."
"I wanted more. I have never wanted more of a man and his cock right after being fucked to orgasm. He had only unleashed my lust for pleasure with that initial animalness. So much so that when he lay me back on the table, I remained in him. I could not take my eyes off that cock. I craned my neck and saw the white, wet mess between us and I glowed with the fat plug and its vibrations inside my pussy."
Bhabhi ji brought her face to Sunita's face and let her lips hover over her lips. Sultrily, fucking with the cucumber continuously, she asked her saali, "What about what that man did to you?"
Sunita shivered as the lips were so tantalizingly close. She had never been this close to a woman and somehow Bhabhi ji felt like a warm, exciting, experienced and older woman who was sensuous. "That man?" she stammered. "He sucked me!" she moaned.
"How does that feel, Sunita? I am showing you how a thick cock can feel. Can you show me how being sucked feels?" asked the older woman desperately. While Sunita was receiving the steady attention of Bhabhi ji, her new-found lover was feeling the aching vacuum between her legs more and more with every passing moment.
"for that you will have to lie back, but I need your Pehelwan fucking too!" whined Sunita.
"What exactly was that position you talked of?" asked Bhabhi ji.
