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Alex was captivated from the moment he laid his eyes on her. She was enchanting.

Walking into Prossa’s Hardware, Freya looked a little lost.

“May I help you?” Alex asked her with stars for her already shining in his eyes.

She looked at him and smiled. “Hi. I’m looking for paint for my bedroom walls.”

Alex smiled back at her and said, “That’s down back. Come on, I’ll show you.” As they walked down the center aisle, Alex asked, “What kind of paint do you want?”

“Umm… I’m not sure. Something not too girly… But… Pink,” she laughed. “So, I guess, kind of girly.”

“I meant gloss or matte. Satin. Eggshell.”

“Oh! Goodness! I don’t know.”

Alex watched as she frowned looking at the wall of options and lightly bit one of her fingertips. At this moment, it was official. He had fallen for her.

“Well, for a bedroom wall, a matte finish is nice. It will absorb more light than some others, so it gives kind of a soft glow. I think it would look great for pink bedroom walls.” He made the mistake of looking directly into her eyes and paused, unable to look away.

She didn’t turn away, either. After a moment, she asked, “What color pink do you have?”

He broke away from her grasp and brought her over to the rack of paint cards. They talked a little while she mulled over her options. She learned that Alex’s father owned the hardware store, that he had worked there ever since he was a kid earning some pocket change, part-time in high school, and was now working full-time. He was twenty, a year older than Freya, and lived with his parents and younger brother.

She also realized that he was rather handsome. He had dark, wavy hair and brown eyes. He was slightly taller than average with broad shoulders and a killer smile. She would soon discover what everyone around Alex already knew. He was kind, thoughtful, dependable, somewhat soft-spoken — although when he did speak, it was with authority that belied his age.

After he placed the two gallons of “not too girly” pink paint and a bag containing a roller, a couple of brushes, and a paint stirrer into the trunk of her car, he stood back up and looked at her.

“Are you doing anything Saturday?” he asked.

“Painting my room,” she replied. Then arched her eyebrows. “Why? Do you want to help?”

Three days later, their first date was a painting party with some subs and sodas. Surveying their job well done, Alex looked at Freya and Freya looked at him. She had pink paint smeared on her nose and across one cheek, her hair was a mess, she had dribbled oil from her Italian sub down the front of her baggy T-shirt, but she looked even more beautiful than when he saw her in the hardware store.

Alex could see the woman she would become in the girl that she was then. And Freya could see the man that he already was. Of course, they were both just kids, barely out of high school. And they quickly fell madly in love.

Freya could be confident and self-assured but, ironically, she could be almost painfully shy. Alex found this quality endearing, even bordering on the edge of sexually exciting. But, ironically again, her shyness stalled their physical relationship for a while — not that either really cared. They were very much in love and enjoying the early stages of their courtship. But when they did reach the physical level in their relationship, it was quite a ride, pun fully intended!

Outside of plenty of kissing and heavy petting, their first truly sexual experience was a bit one-sided. For weeks, Freya had wanted to show her love for Alex by giving him, as she always thought of it, oral stimulation. Her introversion ensured that she wasn’t one of the “popular girls” in school, but she did have two very close friends, Cynthia and Katherine (or Cyn and Katie, as they were called). When the girls did happen to talk about anything sexual, Cyn and Katie nonchalantly called it a blowjob or sucking cock.

Although none of them had ever done it, Cyn especially wanted to and always got a gleam in her eye whenever talking about it. Those phrases sounded so crude and impersonal to Freya, but Cyn assured her that boys really like it when a “good girl” talks dirty to them. So, with a few weeks of mental preparation, and a little research — mostly hearsay and the imagination of the three girls, Freya was ready for her first blowjob.

Her parents were going to a show on Friday night and this provided the perfect opportunity for Freya to put her plan into action. And that’s exactly what it was. A plan. A well-thought out plan. She was not taking this business of sucking cock lightly in the least.

Freya had told Alex that her parents were going out for the evening and that she would make them dinner and then they could just relax and watch a movie. Of course, Alex was thinking they could also make out a bit, but had no idea what was in store for him.

So, a little after 5:00 Friday evening, Alex arrived at Freya’s. When Freya answered the door, Alex’s breath amasya escort caught in his throat. She was wearing a pair of tiny cut-off denim shorts that molded to her hips and when she moved just right, a tiny glimpse of asscheek peeked out the bottom. Her hair was very deliberately arranged to look slightly tousled and carefree and framed her face perfectly. This was the one physical attribute that she absolutely knew she had going for her. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful, with more than one person describing them as angelic.

She gave Alex a kiss and a warm hug and they both felt her breasts pressing against his chest. She lingered for just a few extra moments so they could both savor the feeling and when she stepped back, Alex could see that she was not wearing a bra under her tank top. He was almost hypnotized by the gentle sway of her breasts and the slight but definite outline of her tiny erect nipples. He almost fainted when both tits brushed against his arm as Freya closed the door behind him.

Breaking the spell on Alex, Freya took his hand and started down the hall to the dining room. Alex followed, his attention drawn to the soft rocking motion of her ass — hypnotized, yet again. But the fact that she was also barefoot, though not unusual, did not escape his notice. Between the no footwear thing and tiny shorts and tank top with no bra, not to mention the slightly disheveled hair, to Alex, Freya looked half undressed already! He was definitely looking forward to the after-dinner movie!

Dinner was ziti pasta, sauce, fresh grated cheese, sausages, and a garden salad. Dessert were two extravagant-looking fruit tarts. While even at her young age, Freya was a good cook, she was an even better baker. But Alex barely noticed any of this while he ate almost on auto-pilot. Much like the first time he ever saw her, she had enchanted him yet again.

Alex did notice that she seemed to be smiling and making eye contact much more than usual. He also thought that she was holding her shoulders and arching her back in such a way as to cause her breasts — at this point in the evening, Alex had thrown gentlemanly politeness out the window and had stopped thinking of them as breasts, they were tits — but holding her body in such a way as to push them forward a little more than usual.

And every time she moved, her tits, still exhibiting the firmness of youth, jiggled just a little. He also thought that she was eating the sausage in a somewhat provocative manner. A little unusual for the oftentimes shy Freya, but his brain was so preoccupied that he didn’t think he could truly be sure of almost anything. The only thing that he was absolutely sure of was that he had never been more turned on than he was this evening. Freya had never been more attractive to him.

Finally, dinner was done, the table was cleared, and the dishes were put in the sink to soak.

“Now, how about that movie?” Freya asked. She smiled that shy little smile that always caused Alex’s heart to beat a few ticks faster and touched his hand. Alex felt faint from just that innocent touch, but somehow managed to follow her into the den. He had to sit down, so he sat, almost falling backwards onto the couch, while Freya put the DVD into the player.

As dizzy as he was, he definitely noticed that instead of crouching down to work the DVD player, she bent at the waist with her slim legs almost perfectly straight. This had a dual effect. First, it caused the shorts to ride up into the crack of her butt showing much more of her ass cheeks than what usually peeks out from under those cut-offs. The second thing it caused was Alex to, very realistically, almost pass out.

His heart was racing and he could barely breathe when she pressed “play” on the DVD player and turned around to face him, almost floating while she did so. There was a sweet smile on her lips, but the look in her eyes was what snapped Alex immediately back to reality. There was a look in her eyes that Alex had never seen before from her or anyone, for that matter. Her eyes bored into his with an almost devilish ferocity. An intensity that almost frightened him.

Almost frightened him. But intrigued him moreso.

As if by magic, her eyes caused everything around them to disappear. There was no den, no movie playing in the background, no couch to sit on — it was just Alex and Freya and nothing else. This was not the first time, nor would not be the last time, that Freya was able to truly enchant Alex. He was, once again, enveloped in that dizzy, fuzzy, magical warmth that always seemed to surround her.

He just stared at her, unable to move or think. Looking back afterwards, Alex believed that his heart had stopped beating just waiting for her to start it up again. Without moving her powerful gaze from him, she slowly lowered herself to the floor and crawled to him on all fours like the animal that she was becoming. She paused at his feet, looking up at him, then practically anadolu yakası escort slithered up his left leg sprawling her body half on the couch beside him and half on his lap. Alex was frozen in place.

She finally broke eye contact, leaned her face towards the side of his, and ever so lightly brushed her tongue across his earlobe. He felt her cheek pressing against his, both feverish with passion. He felt her lips touch his ear. He heard her say, “I want to suck your dick.” With all of this happening, Alex never even realized that she had already unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.

Without waiting for an answer or even the slightest sign that Alex had heard her, she slid off the side of his leg and placed the head of his cock against her moist lips.

Freya had intended to do this two weeks before, but had chickened out at the last minute and just gave Alex a hand job while they kissed. Her arm had been twisted at an odd angle and tired quickly and when he came, it was messy, but he had really enjoyed it, so she chalked it up as a win. A small win, but a win.

Tonight, she was barreling straight ahead with the plan. During the last attempt, she had been nervous and had gotten cold feet. The main difference tonight was that she really, really wanted to do this. Freya was ready.

Her lips touched the head of his cock and parted almost imperceptibly. The very tip of her tongue reached out and brushed the tip of his dick. She pushed her head down and her lips began to wrap around him. Then she slowly but purposefully sucked the head of his cock into her waiting mouth.

With a rush, Alex’s heart started beating again. He sucked in a huge lungful of air as Freya sucked as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. In time, she would become quite an expert at deepthroating him, but at this moment, neither of them were very concerned — or knowledgeable — with blowjob technique. In that instant, everything snapped into focus for Alex. Hyper focus.

He could feel every millimeter slowly sliding back out of Freya’s silken lips until she reached the head, then he felt every millimeter slide back into the warmth of her mouth. He could feel her tongue almost undulating against the underside of his dick while her cheeks sucked him in and out at an almost agonizingly, but deliciously slow pace. He could feel a trickle of her drool, mixed with probably a lot of precum, he thought, trailing down his ball sack.

In one hand, Freya gently held his testicles — “balls, they’re balls,” she thought — while she leisurely ran the fingers of her other hand through his soft pubic hair. She had never been this close to such an intimate part of him. Pausing for a moment, she deeply inhaled his clean and slightly musky aroma. It was intoxicating to her. All of this was.

“Remember to breathe,” she had to remind herself. “Suck slowly and breathe evenly.” Repeating this mantra in her mind still didn’t stop her from losing her rhythm and finally having to stop. She just wasn’t quite used to it. Yet. Not that Alex seemed to mind at all.

His dick popped out of her mouth and for a moment, nothing happened, then she wrapped her fingers around him and started to slowly jack him off. Almost as slow as her sucking had been.

Freya was breathing heavily and Alex was just about to say something — he didn’t even know what but he felt like he should say something — when she started licking all around the head of his dick. He immediately forgot what he didn’t even know he was going to say, and his head rolled back against the couch. This felt insanely good. She was pumping his cock with one hand, fondling his balls with the other, and licking, kissing, and sucking the tip with her mouth. He had never felt anything this good before.

She let go of his dick for a moment to push some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear, then resumed pumping him, never taking her mouth off his head. Alex looked down just as the hair fell back onto her face. Before she could push it away again, he delicately brushed it out of the way for her. “Even in the middle of a blowjob he’s so caring,” she thought.

When the hair almost instantly fell from behind her ear once more, he pushed it away from her face and grabbed a bunch of her hair from the back of her head with his other hand. He was doing that “rough, but not too rough” thing that Freya found very exciting. The beginnings of a domination fetish, perhaps? She didn’t know. Either way, feeling her hair pulled by his strong hand while he gently pushed her head further down on his dick was really turning her on. As if she wasn’t crazy with passion, at this point, already!

Alex knew the “rough but gentle” thing always got her going, and this time was no exception. She started sucking harder than before and making little grunting noises like an animal. Alex wanted so much to shove a couple of fingers into her pussy while she sucked him off, but with the way she was positioned, anamur escort it was out of reach. And she still had her shorts on anyway. As he was thinking this, she started to do a thing where her tongue rolled the head of his cock around the inside of her mouth. So hot and wet and slippery. He closed his eyes and let himself drift away on this new level of sexual excitement. Time seemed to slow for Alex as all his attention was on her mouth and tongue manipulating his cock.

And then, suddenly, he was about to cum.

Some of her research — which was really mostly her friend, Cyn, just repeating things that other girls had told her — told Freya that she needed to pay attention to his breathing, and once it started to get faster and kind of ragged, that meant he was going to orgasm — use the word “cum,” she reminded herself. And the ragged breathing was happening now! He was about to cum in her mouth for the first time!

His breathing had become rapid and shallow, almost frantic. She knew that she needed to time it just right. She stopped rolling the head of his dick with her tongue and started to suck the end while pumping him even harder with her hand.

He gave a soft grunt and hunched his hips a bit pushing himself into her mouth just a little further. Her hand stopped pumping, but her mouth kept working the head of his dick. There was the tiniest of pauses and then his dick started pulsing in her hand and her mouth filled with his sperm — his cum.

She started sucking and swallowing while he groaned deep in his chest. Spurt after spurt shot into her mouth. In a weird way, she didn’t want any to spill out. Somehow, she thought that letting that happen would, somehow, seem rude. Unappreciative, even. She almost laughed while picturing the scene. Here she was with her head in her boyfriend’s lap, her mouth stuffed with his cock and cum, giving him what she hoped was the biggest sexual thrill of his life so far, and she felt that letting a little of his cum drip out could be seen as rude. But she did feel that way. And he just kept cumming!

Right as she was about to panic, it slowed and then stopped. She allowed herself an internal sigh of relief and felt a little bit of pride that she had succeeded in her mission to swallow it all.

With a little more practice she would get much better at sucking cock. She even had a “signature” move that she liked to humorously think of as the “The Stuff and Swallow” where she sucked his dick halfway down her throat while he came. It was somewhat misnamed because, to be honest, cumming halfway down her throat meant that she was barely swallowing, but she thought the name was cute. And Alex certainly had no objection. But that technique was still a few blowjobs away.

She savored the feeling of his cum and cock head in her mouth and his shaft in one hand and balls in the other for another moment, then swallowed the last bit. She paused, again, surprising herself at how much she had enjoyed her very first blowjob. His cum was sweet and slightly salty and had an indescribably slippery feeling on her taste buds.

Later that night, lying in bed and masturbating, she would replay this moment in her mind and realize that she loved the taste of his cum. She wanted more and would become almost desperate to get as much of his cum into her mouth and belly as possible. But there was plenty of time for that.

As she leisurely lifted her head off his dick, she pursed her lips so as not to let even the tiniest bit go to waste. It was delicious. And she certainly wouldn’t want to seem rude.

Freya sat up and was suddenly incredibly self-conscious. She lowered her eyes to her own lap. Still holding his dick, she quietly asked him if he liked it.

“Oh, yes! It was unbelievable,” he immediately answered. “A little surprising, but… wow! Incredible.”

“Did I do it correctly?” she asked.

“Well, it was my first blowjob, but I’d say it was perfect.” He tenderly lifted her chin so they could look eye-to-eye. “You’re perfect, Freya.”

Freya smiled that heart-melting smile of hers. “I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me… You know… Physically.”

“Well, you did,” Alex replied. “And, you know, I can show you how much you mean to me. If you’d like.”

Her smile widened and her eyes lit up, but she said, “Slow down there, cowboy. I have a meet tomorrow morning. We should really start wrapping things up,” and she gave his still erect dick a little shake.

“Mmm…,” Alex groaned. When he caught his breath again, he asked, “Tomorrow night?”

Letting go of his dick, she chided him, “you have to work tomorrow night.”

“I’ll quit!”

“No,” she smiled. “But soon, though.”

Alex knew better than to press her any harder. “Okay. Tonight was amazing. You’re amazing.”

She adjusted herself on the couch next to him and laid one hand and her head on his chest. “I’m really happy that you enjoyed your first blowjob… Our first blowjob.”

“Mm-hmm,” was all he could reply.

She listened to his heart still beating hard in his chest and enjoyed the knowledge that she had caused that. She loved the closeness she felt to him and wanted it to never end, but her parents would be home soon. And she did have her meet tomorrow morning.

My Alluring Aunt Ch. 01

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We come from an Afghan Pashtun family of big muscular men and women with ruddy good looks, settled in India, in Bangalore since the 50’s when my grandfather joined Indian Army as a Havildar, after fighting the WWII for the British Army against the Nazis.

He was a brute of a man, as I have seen from the pictures carefully stowed in a box, which has all the old memories of my father. He was reputed to have broken many a mare and woman from his bare back riding exploits if you get what I mean. Old age never caught up with him as he died in his late 40’s still a virile man with a second one-year old son with my 2nd grannie who was 19 at that time.

My father was the eldest at 30 then and the whole bereaved family of 2 mothers, 1 brother and a wife and a son was suddenly dependent on him for survival. My father took after my eldest granny and was slender built with a kind and benevolent disposition.

He worked hard in his business of importing Afghan dry fruits and woollen items and selling it in India. He named us, my Chacha and me with Hindu names to integrate well in the country and encouraged us to respect and adopt local Indian customs and its culture.

The business prospered with his foresighted diligence and by the early 2000’s we were counted as a one of the prosperous business families in South India with our own distribution and transport channels, outlet and what nots.

By the present times, both my grannies have passed away, and my father doesn’t keep well from his bronchitis and spends most of his time indoors where my mom takes care of him. I, Saurav, have completed my studies and joined my paternal business after my dad was bedridden and now I run it. My uncle had run away from his boarding school long back and we heard of him again, after he came back 1 year ago, a dejected man with a young beautiful wife.

My father didn’t want to bring him to the fold but I insisted and since I was now the default head of the family, it was pretty much a done deal.

I asked my Chacha (which is Uncle in India) Roshan, what happened all these years and in a short gist he explained his drug addiction at school, and since he never had interest in studies, he had no option but to run away to Dhaka (in Bangladesh). He tried to take a loan from a local middle-man for setting up some business which worked out initially and then he married his servant’s daughter, after falling in love with her beauty.

His drug problem caught up with his business and personal life and he ran it aground and having no other option he returned to us. I never loved him much, as I had never spent much time with him in my childhood (remember he was in boarding school) and only 5 years elder to me. He was supposed to be like an elder brother I never had, but he fled. He was family. Things never work out the way we want and thank god for that.

My aunt Shabina, oh what a piece of mellow gold she is. She is 10 years younger to my Uncle, which incidentally makes her 5 years younger to me ; so to call her Chachi (aunt in India) felt awkward initially.

She gave me a pouty smile when I first laid my eyes on her and that instance I will take to my grave. I could feel my immense cock rising in my inners, just when she looked at me. She just looked down for a second and I am sure my tent was visible from yards.

I asked them to shift to the adjacent room on the upper floor of our main store in Bangalore, where I had occupied the main suite room for myself from the time I started taking care of the business.

My room had a big double bed with old traditional Sheesham wood, fixed to the floor board smack in the centre of the large room. Huge windows are on my right, looking out to the Ulsoor lake and its lush greenery. On my left was a recliner 3 seat sofa for any guests that might visit me after work hours. Just behind it was the attached bathroom with its own jacuzzi bath tub and sound system and a beautiful 40-inch OLED for my personal entertainment. The front wall was decked with a 65-inch OLED and 5.1 sound system, as I was a huge movie buff and spent most evening and nights jerking off to my collection of erotic movies of all kinds.

I told my uncle of my decision to give him charge of the logistics for one shipment route of the business. He was interested, as I guessed it would take him to places where he can indulge in drugs away from the prying eyes of his wife, my aunt. Work often took him out of Bangalore for weeks at end and since I was more into the accounting and management end, I was supposed to stay put in the city.

Naturally with all the times aunt Shabina being there, and with her being a friendly flirtatious woman, we became close. She would often talk of her dream of having a good life which made her agree earlier, to marrying Roshan. Little did she knew of his addiction and what havoc it would wreak on their marriage.

After a few days of chatting she started coming into my room on the pretext of asking something and would sit for hours at Escort bayan end deep into the night.

One such evening when she was on the sofa and I was sitting with my hand on her hand, I blurted out “How’s your married life aunt?” her countenance changed and she slapped me. I turned beet red from the humiliation. She could realise my shame and she immediately apologised. I was the reason she and her husband had even a roof on their heads and she will always be grateful to me and said she would never repeat it again.

She came close to me and whispered “He can’t make it stand …” I was shocked at this revelation and didn’t know how to respond. Here was the most beautiful woman with a slender long neck, the largest the perkiest set of boobs imaginable on a small lithe frame, a wide welcoming hip that tapered to slender long smooth legs and a pair of cute small feet and blessed with a skin that would put marble to crying shame and she was kept awake all night without satisfaction!

“Impossible” I mumbled and she said it’s not a big deal as she has learnt the blessed effects of a hard cucumber on her wet pussy and that satiates her needs. “Moreover, you are there to help me in all the ways you can right, Saurav?”

She’s the reason why I had taken them in and from that day I started to look at her in a new light.

“Of course, my dearest Chachi, you can come in anytime you want and have me at your service for whatever needs you might have.”

She gave a knowing nod and kept her head on my shoulder and cried. I could feel the warmth of her boobs on my chest and her rock hard nipples poking me through the silk dress. I was trying my best to keep my bulging monstrosity pressed between my thighs and I kept shifting to accommodate the awkward looking python in my trousers. “Do I make you uncomfortable” she asked with moist eyes and I glanced at my dick and said “No no … it’s all fine Chachi dearest”

“Oh, I am so sorry, I did that … I never knew you would …” her eyes widened and she stood up and was walking away when I caught her hand and made her stop.

“I am a man … you need a man in your life who keeps you happy in all the ways you want and desire don’t you Chachi?”

“I will bloom in you the woman you are supposed to be in the eyes of God who made your body so full of love…” I thought to myself and roamed my long fingers on her neck.

She quivered and cold sweat formed on her brow. I smiled and kissed her hand and whispered in her ear “Whenever you say Aunt Shabina”.

I could see that her body responded to me in ways she couldn’t hide anymore. She was pressing her thighs together and biting her lips and clenching her fist.

She was my forbidden fruit…my ultimate dream fuck…I could smell her sex…

A few days later, a cloudy August morning when I had just finished with my daily morning 3rd jerking off and bath and was in my Turkish towel, there was a knock on the door. I opened and Aunt Shabina was standing there with a worried look on her face. I asked her to come in , made her sit on the sofa, gave her some water and asked her to relax and then say what is on her mind.

I could feel she was giving my body furtive glances and whenever I turned to her she would avert her eyes.

After having a sip, she said she has been trying to contact my uncle in the last couple of days but his phone was switched off. She was having bad thoughts and wants me to locate him.

I told her not to worry as work takes him to faraway areas for receiving shipments of goods and sometimes mobile network won’t be good. I promised her to find his whereabouts in an hour and inform her. She thanked me profusely and for the second time I saw that same seductive smile which again made matters worse for my lower areas.

“Eeeeeemmmaaaaa” (Generally said by Bengali females when they are surprised… roughly translates to oh mom!) she looked down at my huge & nasty bump, gave a knowing giggle and hid her face away in her hands.

I just stood there foolishly and gave a shrug and told her not to make it worse. (After all I was a virile man near a stunningly voluptuous silky skinned woman and that is natural).

“Did I make it that big?” she asked with one eye on my ever-hardening package from under the towel which was not having any restraint on it.

I nodded “You like what you see?”

Chachi turned to me with her big brown doe eyes and winked “When did you show it to me?”

My dick almost had a heart attack then and would have if not for the groping small warm hand of my Chachi on it.

“Allah, Jaan le lega yeh!” (God… it might kill some girl).

By now her hand was inside my towel and fondling my cock and the tennis ball sized testicles which had thankfully spilled the morning quota just then. Her hand was moist with my precum and she brought it close to her nose and took a deep sniff.

“Your wife would be very lucky woman my dear nephew”.

She suddenly came jolted to her senses Bayan escort and practically ran to the door and once she was outside

“Please don’t forget to ask about my husband today” she went to her room and bolted the door.

I was too flustered to say anything and too much blood was violently coursing through my 11 incher for me to think practically. I collapsed on my bed and tried to calm myself.

Once I was decent, I dressed, came out to her door and was just about to knock when I heard my name being moaned…

“Uffff Saurav oh oh … don’t tease me with that monstrous pussy beater of yours … ohhh … ufff…

My holes are dripping for you my love, please use me whole night like a tissue to wipe your huge cock with … wherever you want Saurav … enter into my guts with your dick … spill so much cum into me that I won’t need any food …

Eat my pussy till I pass out … am dying without your cum in my hole… uffff … oh … “and then with a screeching scream which could have put a fighter plane to shame, she climaxed.

I tiptoed my way out of the house and drove to a distant warehouse that day, just to stay away from this developing situation.

I kept myself busy with the logbooks and made a few calls to the transport guys to ensure the wellbeing of my uncle and found out that the truck they were in has crashed into an oncoming lorry. The driver and uncle Roshan were serious and admitted to a local hospital and there was a police case registered against us.

I called our lawyers and directed them to the case and asked them to ensure that the local cops are paid well to keep the matter out of media.

I called dad and told him the news and later, I had a few words with my mom.

Unlike most kids, I was never very close to either of my parents and always kept to myself since I remember. It helped later because I grew to be a very independent man and take my own decisions without any emotional baggage involved.

I was so engrossed with my work that I didn’t realise I had missed both breakfast and lunch.

It was almost 4 o’clock when I next saw my phone. There were 3 missed calls from my Chachi and 2 messages which read like this…

“I am going to the tailor and will be back by evening and we can have dinner together at my place… I love you Saurav…” at 11 A.M. and then one which had just come in.

“I tried to reach you but you didn’t pick … It’s pouring outside and I am near MG road. Can you please pick me up when you are returning from work? Miss you!”

I realised then that it was dark and stormy outside as is the typical weather in Bangalore during monsoons and it would be a dark night soon.

I messaged her back “Will do… Aunt Shabina!”.

I collected my warehouse keys and asked the workers to disperse before the bad traffic hits them. I was almost on my way to the car when the phone ringed again.

It was her. She directed me to her location and I was off.

By the time I reached her, the storm had turned to a steady downpour and a traffic was building up rapidly.

Aunt Shabina was standing below a shop shed, drenched to her bones half shivering to death with her “dupatta” (coloured scarf like material worn from shoulder to shoulder to cover the modesty of women in India) around her head. Her large boobs were slippery wet and swaying when she ran to the car door and bent to enter and I could see the massive cleavage of soft white milky boobs mashed against each other with droplets of water on them.

I tried to divert my mind and remember all the business work I could think of just to keep my ever-hardening cock under control.

“Sorry I made your car seat wet & dirty Saurav” she apologised but I waved her and gave her my most charming smile and said, “Anything for my Aunt Shabina … remember?”

When we were driving, she noticed me and was thinking something and I could see her hesitate… I asked “What is it Aunt Shabina?

“Nothing Saurav… How do you keep in such good shape? What is your exact height and how much do you weigh?”

I laughed and asked her if she wants to be my tailor.

“Don’t avoid it … tell your loving aunt everything about you?”

I was almost 6ft 3in in height and weighed a solid 90 kilos of lean muscle and I told her that.

She looked impressed and I told her that I had to work hard in the gym to get what I have.

“Not all your muscles are developed in gym Saurav I can see that” and saying that her hand roamed on my inner thigh and the touch made me swerve and I was barely in control the rest of the way home.

It was almost 7 when we reached home and by then she had fallen asleep with her head turned towards me and her scarf had fallen to her lap and those two big babies of her were almost spilling out from her dress. I could see a hint of a light brown areola and my hand reached out to fondle them, when she woke up with a start and asked

“We reached! Why didn’t you wake me Escort up? Oh sorry, I should have been more careful! but someone liked what he saw right?” Saying this, she reached out to my raging boner which was almost hitting the steering wheel by now.

“Has it been stiff since I kept my hand near it? Can I do something to help you? I don’t think my hands can grip the whole thing around but you can tell me what you want me to do? Anything for my favourite nephew. Your aunt loves you to the moon and back. She will do anything to make you happy”

She was taking in short breaths and I could feel the steamy heat building in the car with our heaving bodies almost rubbing against each other.

“Are you OK with-it Aunt Shabina?”

I can’t think clear when you are so close to me! Your smell and smile makes me mad and I feel doing so many filthy things to your sexy body.

I can’t even say to you what I think of your lush and silky body. My dick becomes like a ravaging soldier in a dense jungle baying for flesh, sweat and blood.

I want to defile you forever so that you and your body becomes only mine.”

I was saying things I didn’t know I had inside me.

She unzipped my baggy trousers and was trying to pry out the whole enormity of my dick. Her nostrils were flared and with her other hand she was rubbing herself fiercely between her thighs.

“Rape me… flog me… use and throw me away for me to wash myself… punish my sins till I bleed from my holes…”

“Let me lie between your thighs and worship my cock, lick it, clean it, rub it and drink the holy cum as my only sustenance…

I want to drown this cock with my love juice and make it disappear between my big ugly whore tits until my skin is burnt to bare flesh from all the rubbing…

I want to live at your feet as your sexy li’l bitch for you to use me whenever you want.

I am your submissive sex slave Saurav.”

I helped her bring my cock out and she immediately started mumbling sweet nothing’s like a crazed woman and was smelling the reddish violet head and the slit and her eyes almost rolled back into her lids.

“My god… the head will not enter me… I will die Saurav when you fuck me with this giant cock… but what a sweet painful death it will be…

I want you inside me… see Saurav… my two hands together cannot grip the cock… ufff… ufff… it’s like a beer can, thicker than all the cucumbers and carrots I have used all this time to indulge my ever-dripping pussy.

I want to have your babies… as many as I can… I want to keep leaking milk everyday from these large cow boobs and I want to feed you and the babies direct from the udders all year with my milk…

I want to lie naked all day and night in a dark room and keep getting used by you and keep getting drenched with your manly seed till every inch of my nude bare skin glistens with it…

Tie me to the bed like a pet when you go away … just cum on a bowl on the floor and I will lick the bowl clean by the time you are back to fuck me again…

Don’t feed me anything but cum, my love. I will not live without your juice in me! Pump my belly full of your cum till I can’t take anymore and vomit it out and lick it clean again….”

I couldn’t hear or understand the next lines as I was almost on the edge and her violent pumping brought me to climax…

“Aaaahhhhhhh …”

I bucked up and spewed rope after rope of cum into her lipstick stained mouth and she was desperately trying her best to keep my cock head steady and to swallow it all in… I had shot almost 10 ropes of thick cum and I could still feel the urge to shoot more and more… by the time the ropes turned to drops, she was a filthy mess… she had drunk almost all but still cum lines had formed from her lower lip to her neck and through her cleavage to form a large wet stain on the dress… she looked so impure with her dreamy eyes and cum stained face that I almost loved her to hell and back …

Since my puberty I have had a bottomless pit of cum to go with my massive balls and if I don’t jerk-off for at least 10 times a day, my dick would throb and a dull pain will keep me awake.

I never talked about it to anyone and since I have stayed alone pretty much all my teen and adult life, no one in my family knew it…

My big prick had caused me loneliness and trouble in love life as all the gals would just freak out on seeing my thing and just disappear. I had resolved not to marry as all the old bad experiences had pained me to such an end that I had just given up on having a fulfilling sex life.

But here was a woman who is body and soul for me and I was more than willing to start with it again…

She kissed my dick and touched her eyes to the head and prayed something and then brought my hand to her bosom and smiled at me with devotion. It was a gesture of her giving her heart and body to me at once and that she will worship me forever.

I don’t remember how we reached my room, groping and rubbing against each other. My head was light and my eyes were bloodshot with lust induced rage. I was not done with her, not ever and she was going to be mine, no matter what the fuckin world thought of it.

WOW!

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Wow! Chapter 1: Our town of 3,100 rednecks.

Things were different back then. The most thrilling part of any date was running the drag in a boys 68 GTO convertible with five or six of us jammed into the car. Of course, cars were bigger then. Sterling Padering had a 67 Mustang GT. The most we ever got in there was five, and that was only because Heather, the slut of our group didn’t mind sitting on a guy’s—any guy’s lap.

The drag was two miles long. It started at the water tower and went down Main Street for a mile. At the traffic light, we turned right down Route 66 for a mile to the Dairy Maid. Then we turned around and retraced our journey—over and over, for hours. Of course, gas was like nineteen cents a gallon, and you could drive for days on that, even in a beefed up muscle car.

It was a custom, if there weren’t stags in the car, to venture out to our version of Lover’s Lane for an hour or so of making out before going home. Those make out sessions were usually very mild by today’s standards. A whole lot of kissing and, if the guy was lucky, a little second base action. I only let one boy get that far with me, and that was only after a dozen visits to Lover’s Lane with him.

“Rim Lane” was just a little cow path off “Lover’s Lane.” It was just a sandy path with brush on both sides. It got its name from the condoms left hanging on the bushes. After time had eroded them, there was nothing left of them but the thick rims at the top, hence, “Rim Lane.” I’d never gone there.

So, now that you know how things were when I was young, perhaps you can better appreciate how blown away I was when I moved to Dallas after college. I was no longer a virgin, but I was still that same small town girl.

* * *

Wow! Chapter 2: Volly

I was thirty two when Volly got hired on at Douglas and Douglas, the advertising firm I’d worked for since graduating. They had expanded into Europe and needed those with an understanding of the language and culture of their native land. Her real name, I learned almost a year later, was Walberger Lefeld. She was a first generation immigrant from Germany, and since Germans pronounce Ws like Vs, her nickname in German was spelled “Wolly”—in English, “Volly”.

Volly was not a super model. Her hair was too straight, her face too plain, her hips too wide, and her breasts way too large for her body. Still, she was sexy in the way she carried herself. She was confident and bold—two qualities I lacked.

Volly and I became good friends, and she kept me constantly laughing with her broken English and her German ways. Germans used a different structure with verbs at the end of a sentence. There were startling differences in our customs too. On more than one occasion, after parking our car and heading inside to a movie or restaurant, if someone was ahead of us walking, she would say, “run!” and she would drag me along to get ahead of the next person. Americans are too polite to do something like that.

She would curse at the woman who had a crying baby in a movie. Germans would not think of taking a newborn to a movie, or just about anywhere else for that matter. She was appalled by houses on the same street being different shapes and colors, explaining that the city should require all homes in a neighborhood to be identical, “more uniform, and more appealing to the eye.”

When it came to nudity and sex, she laughed at our Puritan values. “Sex, sex is. Life sex is. No sex, life no is. Nudity, porno izle nudity is. Why Americans so ashamed of bodies are?”

One time in a club, she spotted a hot guy walking in the door with his friend. She jumped up and almost ran over to him. They talked only briefly before she returned to our table. “What was that all about?” I asked her.

“He cute is, no? I first in line dance want. He will not . . . how say, need hit me. He knows dance answer yes is.”

I laughed till my eyes watered. “Hit on you, Volly. You don’t want him to hit you. You want him to hit on you . . . to flirt with you.”

“Flirt? No, I he sex with us has.”

“You mean with you—not us. You want him to have sex with you.”

She shrugged, “You no sex with him want, okay. I him myself take.”

“Take him for myself.” I corrected her.

She looked puzzled, “You don’t I sex too can have?”

I gave up, “Never mind. If he asks you, just say yes and then shut the hell up.”

“Yes, I shut fuck up can, and sex with him get.”

I had to laugh, her English was improving.

The guy did ask her to dance after awhile, and her answer still sends me into a fit of laughter every time I remember it. She answered him, “Yes, dance first, sex after dance.”

* * *

One evening over Chinese take out at my apartment; Volly said to me, “G, you quiet seem. What my friend wrong with?”

“I need a man, Volly. I haven’t had a date in so long, it’s killing me.”

“Your fault. You shy are. You no let men know you sex need.”

“I’m beginning to think you are right, and trust me; I’d gladly do that if a man walked through the door right now. I really need a man’s tongue and cock right now. I need to cum so bad . . .”

“I don’t have big dick cock you for, but I tongue for you have. You cum from tongue can if want. I you cum make. You I cum you make?”

Wow! It didn’t take a linguist expert to understand what she just offered to do. I’m sure my eyes shot open and I could feel my face blush. “Thank you, but no. I’ll manage.”

She shrugged, “Okay, cum from fingers make. Not bad cum with fingers. Tongue better organism make.”

I giggled and almost corrected her, but then decided not to go there.

* * *

The following week, Dale, a male friend from work told me he’d been invited to go skiing on Lake Texoma, a very large lake on the Texas, Oklahoma line just north of Dallas. Jimmy Houston, the famous TV fisherman from Oklahoma calls it “the lake Okies built for Texans to fish in.”

Dale continued, “Kyle asked me if I knew any women to invite, and I thought you might like to join us.”

“There’s going to be two of you, right?” I asked him.

“Yes, if you have a girlfriend to bring along, that would be great.”

“I have someone in mind. I’ll ask her.”

Volly, at least after I looked up waterskiing in the encyclopedia and showed her a picture, said she never had, but she would love going on a boat. She’d never been on a boat.

So, the two of us ended up on the boat of a guy we didn’t know, with one of our coworkers. I was wearing my bikini, and showing off a good portion of my 34Cs. Volly, strangely enough, was wearing shorts and a tube top that was being stretched to the point of ripping from having to contain her huge breasts.

Since neither of us knew how to ski, we watched the guys take turns while we enjoyed the mid-morning sun. Kyle, the owner of the boat, let us amatör porno steer it some, with him hugging us from behind, his hands ready to take the wheel on a second’s notice.

While the guys were taking a break and we were just drifting in the middle of the huge lake, Volly started stripping off her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a bra—which we already knew, and we quickly found out she wasn’t wearing panties either.

“I now swim. Boys, G tongue and big dick cock for organism needs.” And she dove over the side of the boat into the water.

I found myself sitting there, my jaw agape, my body chilled, Goosebumps popping up over every square inch of my skin, staring at two guys who were both trying to decide if they’d just heard what they thought they had. All of a sudden, my bikini was way too small.

Finally, I managed, “Sometimes, her jokes get lost in the translation.”

It seemed, after a few more awkward seconds, that my explanation was accepted, and the two guys turned their attention back to making adjustments to the brackets holding the sky ropes.

After only a few minutes, Volly hauled herself back into the boat, and just lay back taking in the hot Texas sun, as if her total nudity was the most natural thing in the world.

When one of the guys started the boat again, and the skiing was back to where it had been, Volly turned to me, her face inches from mine, “You them not like? They no big dick cock and tongue for my G?”

“No” I tried to explain, “It’s not that easy in America. We need dating and romance. We move a bit slower than in Germany.”

“Big time waste. You big dick cock and tongue need, you them tell. They you give. I sure.”

* * *

Somehow, I managed to get us back to my apartment without those two guys raping one or both of us. Although, that thought wasn’t totally displeasing. I was in need, after all.

When we were inside, each sipping from our Screwdrivers, Volly asked me, “You them not like. They could organisms for you make.”

“Walburger Lefeld, for Christ’s sake, it’s orgasms—not organisms—orgasms. If you’re going to talk about them, at least get it right—orgasms.”

She studied me for several seconds before saying, “You angry not are. You ‘orgasm’ need. Come, I you ‘orgasm’ give.”

The next thing I knew, I was naked on my bed with Volly crawling between my legs, pushing them apart. “We love not make . Only orgasm make.” And then she put her mouth on me and I was launched into another dimension.

* * *

We did not “orgasm” make. We “orgasms” made. And when we had, she said in her wonderful blunt way, “Now you orgasms have. I go.” And she was gone.

* * *

Wow!” Chapter 3: “How could you?”

We were in a coffee shop, Volly and I. I lowered my voice and asked her, “Walberger Lefeld, how could you do that to me?”

Her expression seemed sincerely unnerved. She didn’t have a clue what I was talking about.

“What you did when we got back from the lake Saturday—how could you do that to me?”

“The ‘orgasms’ you liked not?”

Ever since being corrected, she gave extra care to say “orgasms” instead of “organisms”.

“Yes—no—yes—I mean, of course they were wonderful, but you just got up and left like it was nothing.”

“We lovers not. You orgasms needed. I your friend am. I friendship give.”

I let her words soak in. Somehow I managed to see the world through her eyes for anal porno a few brief seconds. A friend in need . . . and so on. She was just bolder about it than anyone I’d ever known—or was likely to ever know.

And then something lit up in her. She seemed to come to some sort of understanding of what I was trying to tell her. Her eyes brightened. Her face brightened. Her whole body seemed to lift and come alive. She smiled at me, “I more than a friend to you am. You more than orgasms with me need. I love that would. I the same way feel. We not sex—we love make will.”

Our waiter, who had just approached our table in time to catch the last of Voley’s words, looked at me, questioning.

I just shrugged, “It’s a European thing.”

* * *

Thinking back on that first evening in my apartment, how could anyone be pissed about having orgasms—three of them? It was just the way she’d left. I didn’t have the chance to even thank her. It was like, “Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart, have a nice post coital afterglow”. We could have at least cuddled for a few seconds. Of course, the “cum and go” had been my experience with men too—minus the orgasms for me.

I stared at her. She was trying to read my mind. To her, eating me out to multiple orgasms was nothing, “Here, Ma’am, I think you dropped this.” To me—to a small town girl who’d just gotten her pussy eaten by her best friend—her best female friend, it was a little more . . . complicated than that. No, it was a lot more complicated than that—a minefield of body exploding land mines more complicated than that—ten Hiroshima bombs more complicated than that. “Ma’am, would you like razor blades in your soup?” more complicated.

“Volly, women just don’t do something like that to their friends—their female friends.”

She looked confused, “No? Not even when friend orgasms need? Not even when it hurts me not—and her need go away makes?”

I had no answer for that. “Anyway, thank you. I just wish you hadn’t left so quickly, that’s all.”

She smiled at me. “I your true friend am then. You, my love needed—not just orgasms needed—you me needed.”

Gawd! Was I prepared to go there? Was I about to tell my best friend that I needed her for more than our friendship, close as it was—that after she’d given me the ultimate gift of friendship, I still wanted more from her?

“Volly, will you stay with me tonight—no orgasms, no anything but us—friends—just being together?”

“That, my honor would be.”

* * *

We’d been cuddling in my bed for almost two hours when she asked me, “No orgasms in future us for?”

“I was hoping to just cuddle with you and feel you next to me.”

“I also, but now I orgasm need. Your body mine to orgasm calls.”

“Fingers or more?”

“Fingers now sure—tongue better. My girlfriend you are. Your tongue me better for.”

I kissed my German lover for the first time. I’m sure she felt my need because she whispered to me, “Your kisses I love.”

I’m not sure how long we kissed or at what point I began kneading her abundant breasts or slowly tweaking her taut nipples, but I did those things—and I did them without hesitation, remorse, or regret. I was totally at peace with what I was doing with my friend—my new lover.

When I felt her need grow, I positioned myself, and again, without hesitation, I tasted her sweet sex. It wasn’t fast or needy. She didn’t cum in my mouth within seconds, but her need grew steadily, her body arching against me more urgently with each passing minute, and then she quivered and shook, and erupted. I was in heaven. I had given her what she had given me—once. I had more work to do. All I could think was “WOW!”

* * *

The End

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