Monday, April 29, 2013

KAMALA`S FAMILY

My father was a mild mannered man who worked in a mill. He had one addiction, he drank heavily and many a night he would pass out and had to be helped to bed. He was good to my mother and I could see that she respected and loved him. But I sensed there was also sadness in her and at that time I could not understand why.
I helped mother out at every opportunity. I had a crush on her and this way it kept me close to her. mother always looked up to me for help. I was constantly chatting her up, I could see that she appreciated this as it helped to break the boredom of her day. Dad would go to work in the morning and the next time we saw him was late at night when he would come home tired after which he would proceed to drink heavily.
It seemed to me that the spark had gone out of their marriage. Most of the time he seemed either preoccupied in making ends meet or drinking, this I believe led to his neglecting mother. Don't get me wrong, dad stilled loved mother. They still laughed, joked and kidded each other but the romance that characterized the earlier part of the marriage was rare.
I worked part time driving a taxi in order to make extra money to supplement our family income; this left me very little time to socialize. There were good days and bad days.
After the rest of the family had gone to bed had gone to bed, mother and I would sit by the kitchen table and talk. I knew mother appreciated this gesture. As years went by we grew very close. She would constantly hug me and remind me that I was the beacon of light in her life. I was very mature for my age, knowledgeable beyond my years.
When I was sixteen I began to notice Amma in a different light. I was growing aware sexually and with that bought the realization that mother was very sexy. She had long dark hair, hair that reached to her hips. And even having birthed three children she had a killer figure- 36-24-36. Her eyes were very dark and twinkled in good humor. How close were we? Well we talked about every thing even personal secrets. I talked of the movie stars I liked and disliked and she talked of her past before she married father. She talked wistfully of those carefree days of her youth of things that could have been. She never regretted her marriage as it produced some of the important things in her life- her husband and her children.
With my awareness of mother as a desirable woman, I began to seek out her hugs and kisses. I began to pay her compliments on her looks at which she would blush. I began to bring sweets and flowers for her every day when I come home from working at the grocery store.
I began a routine where every Sunday evening I would take her to the movies and hotel. At the movies I would innocently lean against her or hold her hands. Pretty soon I started putting my arm around her shoulders at which she would lean back and rest her head against my shoulders. I knew that she looked forward to our weekends together because she would try to pick a movie well in advance.
After the movies we would go and sit in a park near the theater. From here one could look at the whole town. We would talk laugh and josh one another.
"Sundar", she said one day, "I think we should start looking for a girl for you. You are going to be 17 soon".
"Amma" I said blindly without thinking much of the consequences. "I do not want to get married. I want to be with you always".
She pulled her head back in surprise looked at me and then looked away silent.
"Amma, did I say something to alarm you".
"I think we should leave," she said after a long interval of silence. Mentally I cursed my self for saying what I had said, but knew that now the cat was out of the bag there was no turning back. I decided to go for broke.
"Amma," I said, "I am sorry if I offended you, but you know I have a good head on my shoulders and wise beyond my years. But don't hate me for saying that I am in love with you and I will do anything to make you happy".
The silence continued for some time and then she looked at me sadly. "Sundar, it's not your fault but mine. I should not have let it continue but I guess I was lonely"
"Amma," I said "I wish it hadn't happened, but since it has I am glad to be in love with you".
"My darling boy, you are my son," she retorted, "these things don't happen between a mother and son and besides I am a married woman".
"Amma," I replied in desperation, "what is done is done. I can't take my love back, but will you give at least some serious consideration to what I just said". She was silent for a long time. She was crying. My heart went out to her. I pulled her to my chest and held her.
"Sundar" she whispered. "I think we should be heading home"
Things cooled down very much after that. Even though I pleaded with her, she would not let me take her out on Sundays, telling me instead that I should go with someone of my very own age. I could see that it was killing her as much as it was killing me. As days passed she seemed sad and withdrawn. This went on for a month. Father noticed the change and asked her why she didn't go out to the movies with me any more. Amma shook her head and asked father why he didn't take her out.
"You know Kamala I work every day of the week and Sunday is my only day off. On that day I prefer to stay and relax at home," he replied. He was drunk as usual. After which a big verbal fight ensued which ended with Amma exiting to the bedroom and slamming the door shut.
That tuesday when my father, my brother and sister were out of the house I asked her out again. To my surprise she quietly nodded her head in assent. I went and hugged and she put her head on my shoulders. I hugged her tightly indicating to her that with her assent the tone of our relationship had changed. I silently but very gently caressed her back running my hands over her shoulders and over her behind. She continued to rest her head over my shoulders. I pulled back and looking deep into her eyes said in a quiet voice. "Amma I love you and I can't change that". I bent down kissed her cheeks, her neck, and then boldly placed my mouth against her lips. She did not draw back from my embrace. I was elated that at last it seemed she was responding back.
My flowers were now accepted with a warm kiss on the cheek. When we were alone the hugs were back but my hands now openly and gently caressed her. In the days that followed before the Sunday date, I saw Amma suddenly change back to her old self. My sister also remarked at her change to which she replied that she was going to see a movie with me. My sister smiled at me saying that she had thought that I had finally cut the apron strings. I mumbled saying something about Amma needing a break.
That Sunday evening Amma looked stunning in a tight dress. Her breasts and butt cheeks molded beautifully into her dress. I was overcome looking at her beauty. She looked very young. I was, I noticed, the recipient of many an envious stares. The movie was a sentimental romance. As usual I put my arm around my Amma while she leaned her head against my shoulders. After the movie as usual we went to the park. It was a cool night.
Amma looked into my eyes and said, "Sundar, thank you for your patience and thank you for the wonderful evening".
I looked at Amma and said, "Amma you look sexy tonight".
Amma blushed and laughed at the same time, "Oh Sundar if you weren't my son I would think you are trying to seduce your own mother".
I looked at her and said, "Amma, I am".
Amma pulled her head back and replied, "Sundar for heavens sake I am your mother and besides I am married to your father".
"Amma do you really care for him? I see he has been neglecting you and that you are deeply unhappy. Give me a chance, I can make you happy!"
She replied quietly after a long pause, "Sundar may be we should head home before one of us does something that we may deeply regret the rest of our lives".
I groaned. "Amma I am sorry but you are so beautiful you make me say and do things I have no control over. Many a times I have wished you were not my Amma maybe it would have been easier romancing you".
I could see that Amma was pleased at the compliment I had paid her. I'm sure father did not do that.
Amma caressed my cheek, "You poor baby, and by the way I am glad your are my son. Do you really think I am beautiful?"
I smiled and replied by drawing her to my breast, "Yes Amma you are beautiful and sexy." Suddenly I bent down and kissed her.
Amma did not draw back but remained passive and stiff in my arms. I continued to kiss her with more and more passion. Suddenly she responded back with equal pressure against my lips. At last I could see a crack in her armor. I pressed my advantage and we continued necking. I was all over her face I kissed her cheeks her eyes her nose and back to her lips. I gently probed her mouth with my tongue and she opened her lips. We necked for a while. Suddenly my mother said, "Sundar Its getting late I think we should head home".
As we drove home Amma leaned her head back on my shoulder. I could see a faint smile in the corner of her mouth. Halfway back home I pulled into a side street, to my Amma's surprise. I pulled the car to a stop, pulled her towards me, and started to kiss her.
I gently put my hand on her breast she stiffened pulled away from my lips and whispered, "Sundar, I don't think we should do this". But I cut off any further protest by forcing her lips back into mine. I continued caressing her breasts. They were firm and felt wonderful in my in my hands. I knew Amma was getting excited because she began to moan as kiss back with greater intensity.
Suddenly she pulled back and said, "Sundar we should go home".
"Okay Amma".
When we reached home the house was quiet. Every one had gone to bed. I knew father would be fast asleep drunk. When we entered the house I began kissing Amma again in the living room down stairs. At first she protested saying that someone could come down stairs.
I replied quietly but firmly, "Amma I love you as I have never loved anyone before. I just want to kiss you all the time. I can't help it. Besides everyone is fast asleep".
"That's sweet Sundar, I love you to! But I am a married woman and whatever shortcomings your father has I am still wearing the mangal sutra he tied around my neck!"
"Amma", I whispered, "All we are doing is kissing and fondling. I don't see any harm in that?"
"But Sundar, somebody could wake up and come downstairs". Suddenly I had an idea. "Amma, how about going to my room. We can lock the door. father I'm sure is drunk and won't miss you".
Amma was silent for a few seconds. I was surprised when she nodded her head in agreement.
Amma replied, "Go to room and wait for me I'll go and check on your father".
In my room I paced back and forth excitedly. Suddenly my bedroom door clicked open and Amma walked in. She pulled the door shut and locked it. She hastily came up to me and said, "fathers asleep drunk as usual". I taught I heard a note of disgust in her voice.
"Kanna, I don't think we should do this as it could get out of hand", she whispered. "I am scared".
"I know" I replied "But Amma, trust me. We will keep this very secret. Nobody will know.
"Oh Sundar" Amma said timidly and kissed me on the cheek. I sank with her on my bed and began kissing her. The kisses grew more and more heated and I could feel Amma's excitement through her cotton sari. My hands were now rowing all over her body caressing her breasts one second and rubbing her ass the next.
I reached behind to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. Amma went rigid in my arms for a few seconds but then she relaxed. I swiftly undid the buttons and removed her blouse as quickly as possible afraid she would change her mind any time. All the while I continued kissing her. I reached back and unsnapped her bra.
Again Amma weakly protested and whispered, "Sundar think of your father". I knew we were far too gone to think of anybody else. I cut her off with another open-mouthed kiss. All of a sudden her bare breasts were pressed against mine. I blindly reached out and began to fondle them. They felt soft and sexy. I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth and began to lick and suck. Amma moaned in passion. Her nipples were long and thick. Her nipples were soon erect in excitement.
"Amma I love you, I can't help it. I know I should feel guilty of making love to my own mother but I don't care" I declared.
I continued kissing all the way to her navel savoring the slightly salty taste of her body. Amma gave an audible squeak of pleasure. I reached her belly button with my tongue and began to kiss and lick it as Amma pushed her self up to me in pleasure.  I began to stroke her legs up and down, all the while kissing her belly button. Her legs were firm to touch. Slowly my hand inched further and further under her sari and petticoat. Her thighs felt firm and soft.
Amma stiffened as my hand reached the crotch of her petticoat. I reached up and sought her lips and gently forced them open with my tongue. Amma moaned into my mouth. She relaxed and opened her thighs in response. I shook my head in disbelief. Amma, the woman of my dreams, the same woman who had borne my brother and sister, the woman who had birthed me was letting me make love to her. I caressed her through her petticoat. I felt her cleft and began to rub it. Amma moaned in pleasure. I could feel to moistness seep through her petticoat.
I pulled my hands out from under her petticoat, quickly puller her sari off. I stood up, removed my clothes as quickly as I could. My cock was hard as an iron bar. I slid down Amma's body until my mouth was pressed against the crotch of her petticoat. Only the petticoat separated her bush from my mouth. I inhaled deeply breathing in the intoxicating aroma of her juices mixed with the faint smell of stale urine.
I began to lick the crotch of her petticoat as Amma wiggled in excitement. I began to savor her juices that seeped through her petticoat.
I reached and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her petticoat and began to tug them down. Suddenly Amma jerked up.
"Oh, Kanna, no, we shouldn't" she said. "You are my son and I shouldn't be doing this."
"Amma I love you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I know it's unusual for a mother and son to be sexually involved. I believe that if you love some one its only natural to make love."
"But Sundar what if someone finds out."
"Amma, we can be careful and no one needs to know our business."
"But Sundar" I kissed her before she could complete her sentence.
I kissed her hair her eyes and once again lowered my mouth to her full sexy lips. Suddenly Amma went limp in my arms. She began to kiss back with more passionate intensity. Our tongues dueled with each other.
I reached down and tugged her petticoat. This time she did not resist. I pulled them off and threw them down on the floor. She instinctively reached down and covered her womanhood from my prying eyes. I gently but firmly pulled her hand away. I stared at the thick rich dark pubic hair like some one in a trance.
Amma reached up and pulled me down and began to kiss me as I began to gently caress and finger her mons. I nibbled at her teats at the same time inserted my middle finger into her womanhood. Never in my dreams did I ever think that one day Amma would let me pull her petticoat down and caress her femininity.
She was very wet. I moved my mouth down her body to the inside of her thighs and then proceeded to kiss and lick it. I then moved my mouth up to her pubic hair and proceeded to nibble it. All the while Kamala, my Amma moaned in pleasure. I licked the thick pubic hair and then proceeded to pull her vagina open. I breathed in the rich feminine odor of my excited mother. I stared at the inner wall and noticed the small pink hole through which she peed. I licked it. I licked the surrounding walls savoring the rich flavor of her very wet hole. I ran my tongue over her clitoris and Amma yelped in pleasure.
I placed a finger in her vagina and proceeded to run it in and out while eating her. Her breathing grew ragged. I continued to stimulate her clitoris for a long time. Amma grew very wet. My fingers were drenched with her juices. Suddenly Amma stiffened and moaned at the same time. Her body then shuddered continuously as I rapidly licked her clitoris. I knew she had just climaxed. She quickly pulled me up on top of her.
"Oh Sundar, That was good". She whispered shyly. "I have never had an orgasm this good.
"Amma you are sexy and beautiful. This has been my ultimate fantasy to make love to you."
"You really think I'm beautiful."
"Amma, yes. More than all the movie actresses"
Amma reached up and pulled me down lightly kissed my lips and then forced my mouth open with her tongue. At the same time she reached down and grabbed my penis and began to rub it up and down her very wet slit. She grew more and ore excited.
"Amma" I whispered. "I love you". She spread her legs wide as if in silent assent and bought the tip of my cock and placed it against her vaginal orifice. I looked deep into her eyes as she began to push me into her. I was big and thick for my age. Her vagina slowly opened like a petal. Amma suddenly pushed upward and my cock slid into her vagina to the hilt. Amma was surprisingly very tight for someone who had three children. I could feel her muscles clutching me like a vice.
I pulled out and then slid back in one fluid motion. I then proceeded to fuck Amma with a fury that I had never experienced before. Her body shook in rhythm to the fuck strokes. My penis was soon saturated with her lubricating juices. We moved as if we were made to fuck each other. Every down stroke was met with an upstroke. I could feel the tip of my cock hit the mouth of her womb with each plunge. She began to breathe heavier and heavier.
After rutting like animals for about fifteen minutes she suddenly went rigid and clutched my ass. I could feel began rapid contractions about my cock at the same time I began to ejaculate against her womb. I must have spilt a load in her as I felt the semen running back out of her vagina.
We stayed coupled for some time savoring the aftermath of our mutual orgasm, and kissing each other. I started to get excited and felt my self-hardening in her. I gently started to see saw back and forth in her vagina. This time the fuck was slow and gentle, it lasted a longer time. Amma and I came at the same time.
"Sundar" she said after the last romantic fuck. "You are huge, I never had it this good with your father. I can't remember when I had my last orgasm." I beamed with pride. My first with Amma had been better than anything father had been able to deliver in all the years they had been married.
"Oh Amma, that's only because I love you so much"
"Oh sweetheart this was the best orgasm so far" she remarked.
"Sundar, honey" Amma whispered. "I should be going back to your fathers bed. We don't want to arouse any suspicion now, would we."
We kissed for some time whispering sweet nothings to each other. She then got up cleaned her self.
"Amma can I keep your petticoat" I asked in a whisper. Amma was silent.
"A souvenir of our first night," Amma asked mischievously.
"Yes," I replied.
"Only if you hide it".
Amma put her clothes back on and petticoat-less she slipped out of the room. I was covered with a mixture of our fuck juices. The last thing I remember falling asleep was Amma's petticoat pressed to my cheeks.
The next day Amma did not look at me when the family was seated at the breakfast table. I thought I had blown it. The family finally dispersed for the day and I was getting ready to go to school. Amma stepped into my room.
"Sundar" she said, "we need to talk."
"Amma what's wrong."
Amma blushed.
"Sundar we can't repeat what we did last night"
Before I could protest any further she motioned me to be quiet.
"I think last night was wonderful. I will always treasure. But I'm a married woman. This is never going to happen again."
"Amma," I protested as I moved towards her and pulled her into my arms, "I love you and I know that you love me. Give our love a chance."
I tried to kiss her but she averted her lips and pulled out of my embrace and shook her head.
"Amma," I said, as she was ready to leave my room "I will not stop loving you and will not stop pursuing you."
Amma left my room with tears in her eyes.
Things cooled down after that. And even though I could see that Amma was unhappy she would not budge from her resolve. I had given up ever getting her back.
Amma also vigorously started looking for a bride for me. She contacted all her relatives and asked them about available girls. She collected horoscopes and consulted astrologers for good matched for me. She arranged for me to see a few girls whoe horoscopes matched mine. I was very unhappy that I am being driven away from my only love my own mother. Finally I gave my consent for a girl who I chose because she looked a little like my mother. The marriage date was fixed.
Then something strange happened. I noticed that Amma's behavior towards me changed. She acted more like someone who was jealous. She snapped at me at the smallest of mishaps. Then one day when we were alone, Amma asked, "Sundar maybe we should go out for a movie this weekend."
I was pleasantly surprised. But I thought maby Amma wants to just please me.
"Amma, Oh yes, Oh yes." I whispered.
The days following I was in a trance. I couldn't wait for the weekend.
For our outing Amma had gone out of her way to dress sexy. I could not believe that the sexy woman next to me was my mother. After the movie we drove to our secluded spot. I pulled her into my arms and Amma did not resist. We began to kiss passionately. My hands were roaming all over her body. I could see Amma was visibly excited.
After an hour or so of necking we drove back home. When we reached home everyone was asleep.
"Go to your room and wait for me, I'll check on your father." she whispered.
I was undressed and in bed when she entered. After locking the door she came to me. Our passionate kissing continued. I swiftly undressed Amma and rolled on top of her. I kissed every inch of her body over and over again. I held on to her shapely ass as I ate her out.
I got on top of her, she took hold of my penis, which was hard as a steel bar, and placed it against her vaginal opening. I pressed and easily entered her very slick cunt. I held Ammas ass and started fucking her. Amma moaned with pleasure at every fuck stroke. We rolled around the bed, sometimes she was on top and at other times I was. We were at it for a long time and when I forcefully ejaculated into her, she came with an intensity I had never seen before.
"Oh Sundar," she said, "it is so wonderful".
"Amma, have you changed your mind about my marriage?", I asked.
"Oh Son I missed you, and as the marriage date came closer, I coild not bear it any longer. I realized I was jealous and that I loved you more than anything thing in the world."
"As a lover" I asked excitedly.
"Yes realized I loved you, not only as a mother but as a lover and that I could not bear to be apart from you." She whispered.
"Do you love me more than father." I asked.
"Oh son I respect your father, but I don't love him. After being with you I now know what love is. I am so happy when I am naked in your arms. Sundar, my darling son, I want to be your wife. Will you marry me?"
I was stunned at these words from my beloved mother. "Amma, You have just made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want to share you with anyone, even father. You belong to me. Your body is mine. I want you naked in my arms all the time. I want to enter you all the time."
"Oh son that is so wonderful. But Sundar, our marriage has to be our secret. I want to be in your arms naked all the times but we have to be careful. I don't want your father, brother or your sister to find out because it would prevent us from being together."
"Yes Amma I know," I replied.
We began to kiss; my hands fondled my Amma's breasts. I then proceeded to kiss her lovely long nipples, which were swollen with passion. She pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me and lowered her cunt on my cock. She pressed down until I was buried in her to the hilt. She lowered her mouth to mine while she proceeded to move up and down, slowly at first and then very rapidly. Suddenly her tongue began to frantically duel with mine. She then opened her mouth in a silent scream. I knew she had climaxed.
I rolled on top of her and continued to fuck her with savage fuck strokes. Her body shook with each fuck stroke. She screamed and at the same time I buried my cock against her womb and proceeded to saturate her inner walls with my semen. After the wild ride we began to kiss tenderly while we were still joined at the crotch.
Amma pushed me on my back and began to kiss my body all over. When she reached my crotch she took my hard cock in her mouth. Amma then gave me a blowjob. When I came she swallowed all of my come.
Next day Amma and I went to the family jeweller and ordered a mangal sutra. Everybody assumed that it was for the new girl who I was going to marry. No one knew that I was going to marry my own lovely mother. We also bought a wedding sari for Amma and a wedding dress for me. Next week, on an auspicous day, Amma and I went to our village house to get married. Amma wore her new wedding dress and looked gorgeous. I wore my new dress and at the muhurth time, as my lovely mother/bride stood before me shyly bending her head, I removed the mangal sutra on her neck put by my father and tied the new mangal sutra which signified that mother was now my wife. Then we we went to the temple and prayed for a long and happy married life. Then we went to Woodlands and had a festive dinner. Back at home, we started making love.
Amma said, "Sundar, every night with you has been a first night for me. You have made me so happy. But today is a special first night. Make love to me not only as your mother but also as a wife."
"Amma, can I call you Kamala now that we are married?" I asked.
Amma blushed a little and nodded her head shyly. Then I said, "Kamala, my love, this is indeed going to be a special night because I am going to make you pregnant"
Amma buried her face in my chest and whispered, "Oh Sundar, the first duty of every wife is to bear a child for her husband. I will be so glad to become pregnant by you, son. I am in a fertile period too and my womb is ready for your seed".
That night, before mother and I slipped into sleep exhausted at four in the morning, I came into my mother's eager cunt ten times so that we can have our first incestuous child as soon as possible.
From that time on we tried to spend every opportunity with each other. Whenever we were alone Ammas would be the one to first make sexual overtures. She was at her sexual peak and constantly horny- I know because when I pulled her petticoat off she was already sopping wet. I was proud when she told me shyly that she would get wet just thinking of me, and that nobody had excited her that way.
Some times we were so crazy for each other that we took risks. One time, while the family was down in the living room, I noticed that Amma had gone to the bathroom upstairs. I went upstairs and silently opened the bathroom door. Amma had not locked it. She was peeing. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. Before she could say anything I pulled her of the commode, ripped out some toilet paper, cleaned her up, turned her around, bent her over the commode, and entered her from behind.
"Honey someone may come up" she whispered. But I ignored her. I fucked until we both climaxed. I then pulled her petticoat up and would not allow her to clean herself up. We did not get caught. But for the rest of the day I knew Amma had sticky petticoat and it was my semen dripping out of her cunt.
I remember one night I woke up horny. I wanted Amma bad. So I very silently crept to my parents bedroom. They were both asleep. I knew that father was in a drunk and fast asleep. Amma was sleeping by his side with the covers thrown back. She looked extremely sexy. I went up to her and shook her awake. When she did, I motioned her too keep quiet. I whispered that I wanted to see her in my room and left. About two minutes later she was in my room. As I pushed her on my bed and I undressed.
"Sundar, I know I am your wife and I should come to you whenever you need me but we should not take unnecessary risks like your to my bedroom" she scolded. I cut off any further protest by kissing her. I pulled Amma's dress up and began to eat her. In no time I had Amma wet and excited. I moved on top and entered her womanhood and proceeded to make love to her. Later that night, when she left my room her face glowing with sexual joy, Amma said, "Sundar, whenever you want me, just do like what you did. Come to our room and shake me and I will come her to your bed and we will enjoy. Ok?". I was thrilled.
But next night, at bed time, Amma came with her bed to my room with a beaming smile in her face. "I told your father that since he is drunk everyday, I cannot stand the smell all night and so I am going to be sleeping in your room from now on. He did not mind. So here I am all yours for the whole night every night". I grabbed her and showered kisses on her and said, "Amma, now we can really be the married couple we are", and started making passionate love.
Three weeks after our wedding, after our first love session of the night, mother shyly whispered to me that she has missed her period. We waited anxiously the next few days. When Amma missed her period again, we were overjoyed. Amma was pregnant!!
For the next eight months it was a daily thrill for me watching mother move about with her pregnant belly, glowing with that special pride that women get when they are carrying, now with the added joy of being pregnant with her own son's child.
Then one day I was in the delivery ward in the hospital as Amma beamed with pride holding a lovely baby girl - the product of our incestuous marriage. She named the girl Sundari because she was my daughter. The love between me and Amma became more intense after we had the baby. Amma wanted us to live like the real husband-wife-daughter family we were. She asked me to get a job in another town which I did. We moved there leaving father with his drinks in our native town. We still maintain the mother-son relationship outside the house. But inside the house, we are husband and wife. I call Amma by her name and the baby calls me father which is what Amma wants.
Its good that Amma is a highly sexed woman hence she doesn't mind the fact that I am constantly kissing, caressing, and undressing her. We average at least two fucks a day. Somedays, I ask her to be naked the whole day and she happily goes about the day-to-day activities like cooking, washing etc completley naked and we make love several times during the day. With all that love-making, Amma is pregnant with our second child.
The joy of living in married intimacy with your mother is something that can be felt only by actual experience. Amma and I hope all young sons out there get the chance to experience that joy.

SUHANI BEGINS HER SEXUAL JOURNEY (HOW IT ALL BEGAN)

Suhani woke up to find her herself cuddled comfortably in her sleeping husbands arms. She looked at his face and admired his handsome features. His face had the stubble of a days worth of a beard that gave his face that rugged looked her liked. She resisted the urge to run her finger over his face as to not wake him up. Taking a deep breath of his aroma, she snuggled up closer to him, and thought of last night. A night filled with passion, and love. A night when their love for each other unleashed an unbridled lust that just refused to be quenched. She thought of the many orgasms that had ripped through her and felt a shiver run up and down her spine. She thought of the sweet nothings and sexy encouragements Ankit kept whispering to her throughout the night and felt herself blush. Yes, she loved her sex as much as her husband and he loved her more and more for it.
At 25, Suhani was in the prime of her sexual life with no intention of slowing down. She and Ankit enjoyed an extremely fulfilling sex life, making love at least 5 times a week. Her husband always encouraged her sex drive and both enjoyed a very fulfilling and at times adventurous sex life. Ankit loved Suhani's willing to try new things, and explore the boundaries of pleasure as much as possible. Ankit had been afraid that Suhani might end up like a typical conservative Indian wife because of the way their courtship had been, but was happy to learn that he had hit the jack pot! Suhani was dynamite in bed.
Suhani smiled as thoughts of last night continued in her mind and started to reminisce of how it all started. How she took her first steps into her world of sexual explorations. She was 20 and fresh out of college. She had landed a respected position and for once she had time to think about life outside her books and schooling. She started making more friends and meeting new people, going to parties, and social gathering. She saw people around her getting into relationships, but chose not to get into one herself though it was not for lack of opportunities. Suhani was a looker, at little over 5' 6", she was slim and fair which long flowing dark hair. Regular exercise kept her waist trim and her hourglass figure was often envied by women around her. Suhani was a head strong girl with strong convictions who didn't want to get into a relationship for the wrong reasons. If nothing else, she was an Indian woman with her set of values. However, Suhani was also a young woman and time was going by, they needs were making themselves more and more aware of themselves.
One night after coming back from a club with her friends, Suhani was in a rather high mood. Some of her friends had come with their boyfriends and girlfriends and as the night went on, they had retreated into corners for some rather intimate encounters. Seeing them had stirred certain desires in Suhani and had left her feeling unusually horny the rest of the night at the club. She got home and dressed for the night in the pajama bottoms and t shirt. She tried to sleep but couldn't do so as the images of her friends locked in a passionate embrace kept flashing in front of her.
Waking up Suhani turned on her laptop computer and on an unknown whim, started reading some erotic stories. As she read she felt her face and her body slowly get hot. The story was about a couple's first sexual union, and as the two couples were making love, Suhani hand slowly crept inside and pants and started to rub her crotch over her panties. As the story couple's lovemaking became more and more passionate, Suhani slipped her hand under her panties and was shocked to find her pussy very wet.
This was the first time Suhani had felt her pussy in a sexual way and felt her lips very slippery to touch. She was a novice and had no idea that she was doing. She slowly started rubbing her finger up and down her wet slit and felt tingling of pleasure that she had never felt before. However, this was soon too much for her, and she stopped abruptly and felt into an uncomfortable sleep.
The next morning Suhani had met with her best friend Medhavi for lunch. As Suhani walked into the café, Medhavi got up and hugged her.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, "It's been too long ya!"
"Yea," Suhani exclaimed with equal enthusiasm, "too long. How've you been?"
"Oh you know me," Medhavi replied, "When I'm not seeing patients, I'm always doing something or another. These days I'm learning how to swim."
"But you were always afraid of the water!"
"Yea I know," Medhavi said, "But its great exercise and you know, we've got to give the body what it needs."
"Yea I know that." Suhani said, with just a bit off-color tone.
"What?" Medhavi asked. "What's on your mind?"
"Well," Suhani stammered, "I don't know. It's a bit embarrassing." She added with a whisper.
"I'm listening," Medhavi said.
Medhavi had always been the more confident and in-touch with the world person. She was well aware of who she was, and believed in her independence. While she was not a feminist and respected the woman's position in the family and in the "man's" world, she was also not one of those who let her gender hold her back from life's experiences. She was a doctor by profession and a gynecologist by passion.
"Ok, well," Suhani leaned closer and whispered, "I had an interesting experience last night."
Medhavi cleaned closer as well, clearly intrigued. "Do tell.."
"To make a long story short, I think I masturbated last night." Suhani blurted out in embarrassment.
Medhavi looked at her for a full minute before breaking into a very wide smile. "Lovely dear, congrats! How was it?"
"Confusing," Suhani replied honestly.
"Not the answer I was expecting, but at least it's honest." Medhavi said straightening back up. "So what's the confusing part?"
"I mean I don't know, is this normal. Do women do this? Is it ok, what do you do, how far do you do, oh I don't know anything." Suhani said exasperatedly.
"Ok, ok, I completely understand." Medhavi said soothingly. "Here have some water before you get out of breath. Now listen to me"
"Ok" Suhani said as she sipped her water.
"Listen careful because this is important," Began Medhavi. "I want you to know that you are a young and healthy woman with healthy being the more important of the two words. From their late teens to well into their forties women have a very healthy libido or sexual desire which actually equals that of men."
"Really?" Suhani was surprised. "But men are so much hornier than women."
"Yes and no," explained Medhavi. "Women as just as horny as men, but as you very well know we live in a society where a woman who displays any sexual interests is branded to have a loose character, most of the women simply resign to their fate and just subdue their natural feelings. They feel that when they get married their husband will fulfill their sexual needs."
"That seems like a good idea," Said Suhani. "What's wrong with that?"
"On the surface, absolutely nothing," Replied Medhavi. "But if you think about it, there are two things that are VERY wrong with it. The first is that until a woman gets married, she must suffer through her sexual frustrations which can result in her having trouble concentrating, focusing, make her moody, and actually potentially cause hormonal imbalances. It's also an excellent stress reliever. This is why if you think about it, in old days girls were married at an early age. There was wisdom to their actions."
"Nowadays, girls are married later in life, "continued Medhavi, "and the result is the delays of their sexual needs."
"Ok, I can accept that," Said Suhani thoughtfully. "So what's the second wrong thing is waiting for marriage?"
"The second thing," Said Medhavi carefully "is that the woman is giving complete power of her sexual gratification to her husband. While that's all Sati Savitri and all, but it's also a big gamble. While every man will claim to be a stud in bed, let's face it, the truth is something else. Men come is all different lengths and sizes, and not all of them are enough for a woman. Not everyman can go long enough before a woman is satisfied and this ends up in more frustrations for her. Some men have never heard of the word foreplay, and the list goes on."
"So a woman, who relies completely on her husband for her sexual needs, is in reality taking a very big gamble in life."
"So what's the solution?"
"Exactly what you did last night!" said Medhavi with authority.
"Hmmm," Suhani thought about it for a second and then asked "What about virginity?"
"What about it?" asked Medhavi in return
"You know...the hymen?" Suhani said in an embarrassed whisper. "What if something happens to it, what it gets damaged or breaks. How will I prove I'm a virgin on my wedding night?"
"On my God!" sighed Medhavi. "What century are you living in dear? Wake up!"
Suhani just looked at her with a sheepish _ex-pression, looking like a little girl instead of a grown independent she actually was.
"Ok, first virginity only means that you have never had sexual intercourse with a man," said Medhavi. "No more no less. Second, as far as proof is concerned, the hymen was proof was virginity once again in the olden days when girls just sat at home and did nothing. Today girls and women lead very active lives, and take parts in various physical activities including sports. The hymen can be stretched and broken by any physical activity often without a woman's knowledge. So the absence of a hymen DOES NOT mean a woman has a loose character."
Suhani did not seem convinced, "but what if he asks about it?"
"Be truthful," said Medhavi. "Better yet, ask him if he can prove his virginity! Marriage is about trust, not about a small piece of skin. If he doesn't trust you, then why does he expect you to trust him? If he can't prove his virginity then he shouldn't be asking you to do it either"
"Also anything you should keep in mind," added Medhavi. "Almost every man masturbates, and some doing quiet frequently and many admit it. So if it's ok for men to masturbate, why should there be a double standard for women? Something to think about, huh?"
Again Suhani was silent. She saw Medhavi looking at her like a teacher looks at a student after the end of a lesson.
"Does it hurt? You know when it breaks?" Suhani asked tentatively.
"Unfortunately, it does." Medhavi nodded her head. "It's one of the things we women have to put up with. Sometimes the pain is accompanied by droplets of blood but that's only during the first few moments"
"So why do it?" Suhani raised her eyebrows. "I mean I can just concentrate on the outside now, and when I'm married let him break it."
"Well that's your personal choice, if you want to give him that responsibility." Replied Medhavi the doctor again. "But since he's isn't connected to you, he wont know how you are feeling and may not be able to understand your pain at that moment. I know a lot of my patients were scarred emotionally and some physically because their men didn't wait for them to be ready. And, you really can't blame the men either; they are probably horny out of their minds at that moment."
"So then it's better to do it yourself?" Suhani pressed on.
"I can't tell you that, as I said it's a personal choice." Medhavi said. "What I can tell you is that once the hymen is broken, it literally opens the door to a whole new world of sexual exploration and pleasure. Your masturbation experiences increase tremendously and are a lot more fulfilling."
Suhani was silent for a long while, and Medhavi did not break this silence to allow her friend to absorb the information she had given her best friend.
"Do you do it?" Suhani finally asked.
"Of course," said Medhavi, her tone much more like a friend not than a lecturer. "Not only that, so do a lot of the women I know. Even my patients, some of the married ones too, have admitted to me that they masturbate, and it's something I have always encouraged from a woman as well as a doctor's point of view. Like everything else, just don't over do it."
"So how do you do it?" Suhani asked tentatively. "I mean not just you specifically, but in general, you know women."
"Well what did you do yesterday?" Medhavi asked in her doctor's voice again.
"I just touched on the outside, and felt very wet and slippery. I felt good, then I just stopped." Suhani said turning a bit red.
"Ok you are on the right track." Medhavi replied. "The best advice is to do what your feel is natural. Your body will make its needs very aware to you, just listen to it and let the sensations take you the rest of the way."
"Sounds very simple." Said Suhani.
"It is," agreed Medhavi, "simple and natural."
"And your hymen? Did you...you know?"
"Yup," Medhavi replied and after a moments' silence added, "I did it myself."
"What did you use?" Suhani asked with intrigue.
Medhavi just smiled and just raised her hand and gently moved her middle finger.
"Thanks" said Suhani and got up to hug her best friend.
"You are very welcome madam," smiled Medhavi and then added with a twinkle in her eye "By the way, you will love your first orgasm!"
The rest of the afternoon was spent in the two friends catching up on old times. They gossiped, they laughed, and they just chatted the hours away like two women. All the while though Suhani kept thinking about everything Medhavi had said, and the more she should about it the more it made sense. Why should she limit her explorations? She couldn't think of a single logical reason. She was young, and she had needs. Last night her body had made her very aware how strong those needs were. Now she was going to take care of herself.
That night Suhani took a hot bath before bed and got into her comfortable t shirt and pajama bottoms and got into bed. Unsure of how to start, she decided to take the popular approach and logged into the internet. She did an internet search and found some adult pornographic websites. She downloaded some porn videos and started watching them. However, she did not find them arousing at all. Being of a very romantic nature, she found the lack of romance in the videos more of a turn off and turn on.
Being an avid reader, Suhani decided to look for adult stories like the one she had read the previous night and found several websites which had what she was looking for. She read through a few stories and felt the familiar sensations of arousal awakening in her body. After a while she came across a particularly well written story that was not only erotic but had all the romantic interludes that simply melted Suhani and ignited her own passions.
The lovers in the story were had harbored a secret desire for each other though kept it hidden. Through a series of unfortunately (or fortunate) events their love for each other became apparent and finally when the two lovers embraced in passion, Suhani's mind got lost in them. The lovers kissed each other passionately and Suhani looked at them as if it was happening right in front f her eyes. The lovers caressed each other giving into their desires. They undressed each other with the impatience that only true lovers have experienced, moaning each others names, louder and louder, aching to feel each other, to consummate their love in the purest sense.
Suhani started picturing in her mind their naked bodies naked bodies engaged in a variety of sexual acts. She squirmed in her bed, her crotch getting wet, her mouth was partly open, and her breathing was causing her mouth to dry. Her nipples felt like they were trying to rip through her bra and the crotch of her pajama bottoms was actually dripping wet. Suhani's breasts were a perfect 34 which filled her bra's C-cups quiet nicely. Her nipples her brown in color but were a start contrast to her fair skin. Her nipples were also an object of pride for her as they were uncommonly large and made her breasts look even more appealing. Her areolas were almost two inches in diameter and when hard, her nipples stood out almost most two centimeters. Often Suhani wore padded bras to ensure that the sudden hardening of her nipples in public did not cause her too much embarrassment by becoming prominent.
As the action in the story heated up, she slowly began to play with her breasts. She lifted her t-shirt, opened her bra, and gently started massaging her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, stopping every once in a while to rub her nipples. Every time the woman in the story had her nipple sucked, Suhani unconsciously pinched her nipples with her thumb and forefinger.
Suhani's panties were soaked through. She was so much wetter then she'd ever been as a result of one of her dreams or thoughts. It felt like the panties crotch was trying to crawl up her pussy, pressing tighter as her pussy lips swelled around it from arousal. She reached down to try to pull it out and shivered as she made contact with her stiffening clit, sending a jolt from her pussy to the pit of her stomach and the tips of her nipples. The slightest movement made her pussy twitch. Suhani kept her pubic hair semi-trimmed and at this particular moment they were longer than usual. The hairs were adding to her arousal as they tickled her clit through her panties.
As the couple in the story began their love making in earnest, Suhani completely stripped down, dropping her clothes in a pile in front of her. Her nipples got even harder as the cool air hit them, and she moaned softly as she teased her nipples with the tip her finger again. She trembled as strong sensations overpowered her, traveling from her tits to all the way down to her pussy. Involuntarily, she opened and closed her legs rapidly. Slowly she moved her hand down her stomach, lower it further till she could feel the heat on her fingertips and then finally pressing her middle firmly against her clit.
"Oh God!" She groaned, unprepared for the intense feeling of pleasure it caused
Carefully, she teased it again, softer this time but gradually increasing the pressure, until she was moaning in short gasps. Suhani's pussy was a hot, glistening, swollen split between her legs. She continued to rub her finger up and down her clit and every time she brought her finger back her, her clit got wet with her own juices. She pressed her wet fingertip on her swollen clit and gently moved her fingertip in slow circles around it. This sensation was mind boggling and she could feel the pressure starting to increase in her loins down to the pit of her stomach.
Suhani closed her eyes and spread her pussy lips open gently with her index and ring finger while rubbing her middle finger around her pussy hole. She started to move her hips slowly to meet her finger and gently slid the tip of the finger into her pussy. She was lost in her desire as she moved her finger in and out slowly, parting her pussy for the first time. She was not surprised when her finger met resistance just past the entrance. She pushed a little harder, but still couldn't move it any further. Her pussy started to hurt, but her lust was urging her in further.
Not wanting her pleasure to end, Suhani spread her legs further, moved her knees up and slid her finger in and out frantically as much as it went. Then taking a deep breath, she gave a hard thrust and her finger finally pushed deeper. The immense pleasure was accompanied immediately with a sharp pain unlike she'd ever felt before. She squeezed her eyes tight as the room began to spin, the pain a dull ache deep in her groin, afraid to continue her movements.
When it subsided, Suhani gingerly eased the finger out and examined it. She was initially alarmed when she noticed that it was coated with a thin reddish sheen. But remembering what Medhavi had told her, Suhani calmed down and wiped her finger with a napkin. She was still very horny and the pressure in her pussy was far from easing, she returned her finger back to her pussy and rubbed her clit again.
Within seconds her clit was throbbing again and she was flooded with the intense pleasure she had been feeling. Suhani responded by moving her finger into her pussy again, bracing herself for the pain she'd felt before. It slid deep the first time, and she noticed that the pain wasn't as bad as she remembered. Suhani paused, letting it pass, then pumped slowly as it receded until she was able to slide the whole finger in without any discomfort. In her lying down position, Suhani's finger rubbed against her clit every time she pulled her finger out, which made her pussy wet and slippery, helping the finger slide in deeper and faster.
"Ohh...Ohh" She moaned in short burst and she pumped the finger faster. She bent her finger in her pussy like a hook and her finger tip brushed against the rough fleshy part of her pussy which was the gspot. She started teasing it by moving her fingertip in short strokes and then pressed on it hard by instinctively pulling her hooked finger up.
Without any warning her breath hitched deep in her chest and she felt a rush of heat spread through her pussy, her ass, her stomach, her breasts her nipples, all over her body. She pressed her thumb on her clit and pressed on her gspot in her pussy at the same time, and tried to hold still as she rode the crest of her first orgasm.
"Mmphf!!!" was all Suhani could manage through clenched teeth. Her clit was so sensitive at this point that when it brushed her finger on its way out, her legs gave away and they fell on the bed completely lifeless.
Suhani was panting from her orgasm and noticed that she her whole body was sweating. She was completely out of breath and the room was still spinning around her. When her strength finally returned, she slowly wore her clothes and fell asleep with a sense of peace and tranquility that she was not felt in a long time.
The next morning Suhani woke up more refreshed than ever and felt that last night she had made one of her best decisions of her life. She felt back in control of her life. She was her usual confident and focused and once again on the track to success. She continued her self pressure and exploration sessions whenever she needed it. It was usually once a week sometimes twice depending on her stress level.
This went on for a couple of years, and then one day at work she met Ankit. Ankit had been hired as a consultant by her firm and his responsibilities included supporting Suhani's group. Everyone found him to be very intelligent, hard working and professional. At 6' tall, with rugged feature, he was also very handsome. Suhani enjoyed working with him and found him to be pleasant company with a remarkable sense of humor. He always kept his cool under pressure and was recognized by the company for his contributions.
Since he was hired as a consultant, on the last day of his assignment, Suhani's group took him out for a farewell dinner. It was a moment of mixed emotions for Ankit for he had really become attached to the group, one group member in particular, and for him parting was hard. When the party ended, Ankit took Suhani aside for a moment.
"Suhani, I just wanted to say it was a pleasure working with you, and it was a pleasure to be around your company." Ankit said
"Thanks, Ankit, I really enjoyed working with you too." She replied sincerely.
"I don't know how to quiet say this, but since I may not get another chance I'll say it as it is. I feel I've gotten to know during my time here, but I would really like to get to know you a lot more. I think you're a wonderful woman and actually perhaps one of the most beautiful ones too." Ankit turned a little red as he said it and Suhani could see him start to get nervous.
"What I'm trying to say is would you like to go out with me sometimes, to dinner or a movie?" He finished.
Suhani felt her heart flutter as she had been hoping for something like his and replied in a controlled and calm voice "I would love to."
Suhani and Ankit's first date was a very simple but very pleasant one. They had dinner at a quaint restaurant and the talked for hours. The plans for the movie were forgotten and neither wanted their moment to end. Suhani loved his sense on humor, his charm, loved listening to his deep baritone voice. He was a perfect gentleman, refined, polished, yet since had a sense of wonder about the world that Suhani found very sweet. Ankit kept admiring Suhani's beauty and was amazed at her charm, her poise, her deep intellect. He was amazed at her commitment to her profession, and her desire to succeed.
They were the last people to leave before the place closed and Ankit dropped Suhani home hoping that with would not be the end.
"Thank you for tonight, I had a wonderful time." He said.
"So did I, thank you for dinner." Suhani said.
"Can we do this again?" Ankit asked.
"I would like that." Suhani replied.
They got out of the car and Ankit walked her to her door like a gentleman. They said good bye and Suhani entered her house. Outside, Ankit took a deep breath and as he walked back, he had a bounce of elation in his walk. Inside, Suhani just leaned back on the closed, took a deep breath and she just let herself melt with a use smile on her face.
"This night was perfect!" Both of them thought at that exact moment.
Ankit and Suhani continued to see each other over the next few weeks, doing to lunch or dinner. They even managed to see a few movies. Of course in the theatre, Ankit managed to hold her hand, which Suhani loved. It made it hard for both of them to concentrate on the movie, but they didn't care.
After their fourth date, when Ankit dropped Suhani at her place, neither wanted to leave. They continued to look at each other without saying a word. In the silence of the car, Ankit slowly leaned forward and to his delight Suhani responded by leaning closer to him. Taking courage he leaned in towards her, stopping just inches from her, and Suhani completed the rest of the distance for this first kiss. Suhani lips felt soft and moist, like gentle petals of a flower.
Suhani heart was beating so fast she felt it would come out of her chest. She felt as if her body was on fine. Ankit lips felt perfect on hers and she again got the desire to melt into his arms. Ankit kissed her again, and gently their lips part and she could feel his urgency equaled hers. She kissed back on his lips and his musky aroma was arousing her. She felt her body start to respond, but this was a lot stronger than the way it responded to her touch. Knowing that her body would lose control, she mustered all her self control and will power she could, and broke apart the kiss.
Composing herself, Suhani whispered, "I better go, it's getting late"
Ankit nodded understandingly, and walked her back to her door. Suhani closed her door behind her and went straight to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water. That night she wondered to herself that if a kiss would make her body react so strongly then what would happen if he touched her, felt her or something more. Her body shivered in response to her thought.
Their next date was after five days and during dinner it was apparent that neither could really concentrate much. Suhani's thoughts were still lingering on their first kiss, and every time she would look at Ankit, her eyes would keep going to his lips. She wanted to feel them again, to touch them with hers, to kiss them, to press on them, aching for them to make her lips feel alive.
When parked his car to drop her again, this time neither of them waited. They both leaned over, their urgency evident, and locked their lips in a passionate kiss. Ankit reach around and pulled her even closer to him, pressing his lips as much as he could. Suhani was gently sucking on his lips devouring them as much as possible. Not only could she feel herself get hot, she could feel Ankit's body rending as well. Finally their lips parted simultaneously and their tongue met. Suhani felt a jolt of electricity run though her. Her chest started burning up, her nipples hardened instantly and her pussy felt as if there was a fire it and she was getting wet in response.
Their tongues explored their mouths and their kisses became more and more passionate. When they finally broke the kiss, Suhani noticed that the windows of the car had gotten steams on the inside and beads of condensation were trickling down the glass. Again composing themselves, Ankit and Suhani walked to her door, and that night for the first time since she and Ankit had started dating, she fingered herself to orgasm thinking of and stilling feeling Ankit on her lips.
Ankit and Suhani were now an item, and spent as much together as they could manage. A month after their first kiss, the New Years was approaching, and along with some of their friends and family, they decided to spend New Years ever in Goa. It was a rather big group and while everyone knew Ankit and Suhani were a couple, being their good friends they made it a point not to give them too much privacy. Both were getting rightly frustrated but there was no relief in sight. Both shared rooms so there were no nightly visits allowed.
On New Year's ever, the whole group was at a club and they rang in the New Year. Ankit and Suhani had a passionate embrace and kiss, and then slow danced. Ankit held her in his strong arms and Suhani felt completely as peace, very comfortable and extremely safe.
Around 3 in the morning, the group decided to walk around the beach regaling in the New Year. For once there friends gave them their privacy and Ankit and Suhani walked hand in hand along the beach, the water wetting their feet with every wave. After walking a while in silence, Ankit stopped. He looked at Suhani, and without saying a word, he dropped down on one knee.
"Suhani, I love you. You have brought me more happiness and joy in the past few months than I have felt in the past few years. In this New Year, I want to ask you to please allow me to be as happy for the rest of my life as I am now." Ankit said to a shocked Suhani.
"What I'm trying to say is Suhani, will you marry me?"
"Suhani just looked at him in silence, and then said "YES!"
He kissed her under the stars surrounded the sound of the waves and knew this night was perfect!
Their hotel was along the beach, and Ankit and Suhani walked backed to her room. Since everyone was still at the beach, Ankit picked her up, entered her room, and gently laid her on the bed, and slowly laid down beside her. Suhani looked up into Ankit's eyes, and Ankit slowly lowered his head and their lips met again. Instantly their passions were ignited and Suhani wrapped her arms around him. Their lips parted again, and their mouths welcomed each others tongues will vigor.
Ankit rolled over and pulled Suhani on top of him. They continued to kiss and Suhani was lost completely in him. For her the world did not exist only he did. Ankit gently moved his arms back and forth on her back and gently slid his hands under her shirt. Her touched and bare soft skin with his finer tips and gently roamed his fingers up and down her bare spine.
"Oh Ankit!" was all Suhani should manage.
Ankit then reach back and with one hand uncooked her bra. Suhani felt the release of the strap but was so lost into Ankit that she did not care. Ankit started rubbing her whole back with his hands and pulled her more into him. Then he rolled her on her back again and with out breaking their kiss, slipped her hand under the front of her T-shirt and gently ever so gently moved her bra cups up and uncovered her breasts.
Ankit gently cupped Suhani breast and pressed with his fingers. The heat from his hand drive Suhani's mind blank. Ankit finally broke their kiss and gently kissed her neck while still caressing her breasts.
"Ohh" Suhani moaned.
Slowly, he lifted her T-shirt exposing her breasts and the cool air suddenly caused her nipples to harder. Ankit took only a second to admire her breasts, and then gently kissed her nipple. He opened his mouth, took her nipple in and sucked on it. His tongue rolled on her nipples in slow circles while his other hand continued their caress her other breast.
Suhani was on fire. She hugged Ankit harder her making him suck on her breasts harder. Her nipples had never felt so alive before and her pussy was soaked. She could feel the center seam of her jeans pushing into her crotch, and the teasing of her clit was making her crazy. She knew she didn't want to get carried away, she wanted to save her virginity for after marriage but she was fighting a loosing battle. Ankit was on top of her and she could feel his cock already hard and pressing onto her leg. He wanted her, she he was letting her know it.
Suddenly she heard people outside walking by here door and with a jolt she came back to her senses.
"Ok, we have to stop, Ankit," she moaned.
"What?" Ankit asked in surprised exasperation.
"We can't do this, we're getting carried away." She panted.
"Do you really want to stop?" he looked hoping against hope for some sign to continue.
"I don't want to, but we have to dear," she managed.
Ankit just looked at herm and after a moment sighed, "Yea you're right. I'm glad at least one of us is thinking straight." He managed smiled.
Suhani realized how much that smile must have cost him and finally understood how much they loved each other. Ankit kissed her good night and then walked back to his room. Suhani was still very horny though so she immediate called Ananya, her friend who was sharing her room.
"Hey Ananya, I'm going to bed. Wanted to make sure you had you keys and when will you be coming back?"
"No I don't have the keys, but don't worry. We'll probably be here till sunrise, then I'll just crash with the other girls. So just chill, and get some sleep. See you in the morning" replied Anaya and then hung up.
Suhani then locked her door and made sure the curtains of the room were complete closed. Turned off all the lights and took off her jeans, top and bra. She wore her nightie, jumped into bed, took off her thoroughly soaked panties and immediately shoved her finger into her pussy and finger fucked herself till she not only came one, not twice but three times. Thoroughly exhausted, she finally fell into a sex-filled dreamy sleep.
Three weeks later was Suhani's birthday on Saturday and Ankit had planned a beautiful evening out for her. He picked her up looking exceptionally handsome in a suit he had worn just for the night. He took her to a very classy restaurant for dinner and throughout dinner he kept admiring her.
"You simply looked beautiful tonight." He kept saying repeatedly.
"Thank you," Suhani kept replying, never tiring.
"I want you to know that I love you more than anything." He would say now and then. He felt like a school boy and he loved him even more for that. He was her sweetheart.
After dinner, he took her back to his place, and lit a fire in his fireplace. Then turned down the light very low and put on soft music and simply held her and danced around the room slowly. They were lost in each other and just let the music guide them.
"Happy birthday, my love," He said and kissed her softly.
Suhani hugged him closer and they sat in front of the fireplace. Ankit kiss her again gently cuddled her in his arms. Suhani closed her eyes and felt his tongue invading her mouth immediately. He ran a hand under her upper garment to fondle the flesh of her back. He then kissed down her neck to the juncture with her shoulder. Ankit came back up to her lips. They embraced tightly as the kiss grew increasingly intense, their tongues becoming fully engaged. The edge of his hand brushed against her breast, feeling the softness, but he resisted cupping it. He ran his lips across her cheek, down her neck, then up again to tongue her ear.
Suhani was getting very aroused and again could feel the familiar longings in her body. She kissed him back and felt his hand move up and this time gently cup her breast.
"Please!" she whispered, but did not pull away.
It was getting harder and harder to say no. With arms tightly around his neck she responded passionately. Ankit licked her neck, tongued her earlobe, then gently raised her garment to expose her beautiful but bra covered breasts. He moved his head down and kissed the exposed breasts that were not covered by the bra. Then gently he kissed he clothe covered nipple.
Suhani gasped as her nipple responded to her hot breath and she was desperately clinging on to any sanity that she could muster. Ankit came up and kissed her again, Suhani sucked his tongue and pulled him in closer. Their bodies pressed in she could feel his hard cock starting to come out. Feeling his hardness she again came to her senses.
"Let's just wait a bit longer, we've come so far," She murmured.
Ankit looked at his beautiful fiancé and just melted into her eyes. As hard as he was and as badly as he wanted her body, he wanted her heart more.
"Ok honey." He sighed and asked, "Do you want me to take you home?"
"No, I want us to go to bed. We don't have to have sex, but we can sleep together." Suhani replied
Ankit smiled and picked her up and took her to the bed room. Since Suhani didn't have a chance of clothes, he gave her a long shirt and a fresh pair of shorts. He himself got into his sleeping shorts and took off his shirt.
"I sleep bare-chested." He said, "hope that's ok."
"it's great for me, " Suhani smiled back and added jokingly "but I'm not doing that."
"you will, but I'll wait for that." He smiled back
"It will be worth it, I promise you that." Suhani said
"I know" Ankit smiled, switched off the lights and got into bed with her.
Suhani cuddled with Ankit and could smell his manly aroma, as they kissed again. She trusted Ankit explicitly and knew he would not take any advantage of her. He loved her with all his heart. They stayed awake for a long time, kissing each other and while both very extremely horny; they did not go any further. Suhani fell asleep in his chest and whole the next morning to find herself in his arms. She also found herself VERY wet and could feel her body not only needing, but demanding release.
After breakfast, Ankit dropped her off back home and after their good bye kiss in the car, Suhani rushed back inside and within moments was in a hot bath, trying to relax her nerves. She finished her bath and got ready to spend the day with her friends. But while she was physically there, her mind was with Ankit. Sleeping in his arms had awaked a sleeping monster that needed relief. Her pussy was continuously wet and Suhani was glad more than once that she had decided to wear a long skirt instead of trousers that might show her wetness. Her panties were soaked and well being pulled into her slit as she walked.
Suhani came home hornier than she had ever been, and her face was flushed. Knowing what she had to do, she wore her sleeping t-shirt and thinking of her steamy and tantalizing night with Ankit, Suhani solemnly made her way to bed. Wearing only an over sized t-shirt and cotton panties, she took her hair down from a ponytail and tucked herself in. Thinking of her virginity, the ways she wanted to loose it and now that she knew who she wanted to lose it to she only made her warmer. She had decided that she wanted to have an all out, wild sex session with Ankit. But how can it be, she was an Indian girl who still valued her customs. She would wait till marriage, but till then she would practice.
She laid down on her back, staring at the dark, tossing and turning. She felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach down to her crotch. Desiring the caress of fingertips, she brought her cold hands to her chest and stomach and rubbed her delicate skin. Her thumb pressing down on her nipples, she felt hair on the back of her neck rise. Taking a deeper breath, she slid her hands down her panties and gently caressed her pubic mound.
Squirming in her bed, Suhani tried to find a comfortable position, enjoying the sensual touches. Spreading her legs apart, with her knees up, she feels her juices dripping down her panties. She slowly inserted her middle finger between the lips of her virgin pussy and found her flesh very warm and wet. She let out a tiny moan while her other hand started playing with her breasts
While touching herself, moving her fingers in and out, Suhani can only imagine what it will be like with him. His strong, muscular body next to hers, exploring all of her uncharted virgin territory. She closes her eyes and puts herself in the fanciful state of mind.
Slowly, she inserted her middle finger, moving it back and forth she stimulated herself. She plunged her finger all the way in and then bent the finger and started rubbing her G-spot. Suhani loved doing this as it was her quickest way to getting to a sexual frenzy. Reaching in herself to the max, immediately she hungered for more than just her fingers. She wanted him deep in her, thrusting himself in and out until she couldn't take any more pleasure that her body can handle.
Suhani wanted him firmly in her, holding her waist down while she sits on him, lying down. She wanted to bounce on him, hanging on by his shoulders to give her support, while she thrusts herself on him. Deeper and deeper she desired for something more than her fingers, but she was alone, all dark and quiet in her room.
She took her fingers out, which was all wet and covered with her own juices. Not wanting it to touch her bed sheets, she sucked on her fingers, cleaning off any slight sex scent she might leave behind. This drove her into an even higher frenzy imagining him enjoying her pussy juices, intoxicating, making him want her even more.
Turning over to her bedside table, Suhani reached for the 8-inch candle, its diameter is about an inch. It was a typical candle white in color but she new that this candle was more than just a source of light for her. It was her source of sexual bliss. Loosing control, Suhani took her panties completely off. She lied on her back, her legs spread apart, her left hand making an opening on her slit, and Suhani took the candle and gently slid it in her. The pressure it made inside her blew away the finger that was once inside. With only 3 inches in, her body weakly tried to reject the foreign member. She felt herself being opened apart. The sensation was unknown, yet she craved it more and more. The pressure deepened when it reached 5 inches. Indeed she was tight and small, but she knew her virgin body will soon learn how to handle the member completely submerged in her.
Lost in her bliss, Suhani hit a pulsating sensation that caused her not to push the candle in any deeper. Slowly she pulled out, but without the presence of the candle, she felt empty. Again she inserted the candle back in, more relaxed this time. It didn't go deeper, but she pushed on that sensation, deep inside her. It caused electricity to run around her stomach and spine. Her back arched as she moved the candle in and out, faster and harder every time. Not brushing as much to her clit, she only felt the fullness the candle was providing. The pussy was responding by getting hotter and wetter with every thrust. She could feel her pussy make squishing sounds as the candle went in, and she her juices flowed out of her pussy and down her ass-crack making he tingle even more.
Suhani was a woman in heat now, who would not be denied. She wanted more than the 5 inches that she can push into herself, she wanted more force, and she realized that lying down won't 'force' her to push the candle in deeper. An idea hit her. With the candle still in her, about 3 inches protruding out of her, she sat up, her legs to her side, as if she's going to straddle someone, but she's sitting on her bed.
She decided that she will sit on the candle, having her weight on her the candle; she was going to feel the pleasurable pain the candle will provide her with. Raising her buttocks up in the air, she slid right onto the candle, her left hand holding the base, while her right hand held onto the pillow as her support. Her silky black hair stuck to her moist back, and face. She could smell the slight scent of the shampoo. Gravity pulled her down to the candle, she strongly sense its presences in her, pushing in her hard.
"Oh Ankit, I love you!" She managed a tiny, squeaky moan that was let out of her mouth, slightly opened, sweat running down her face, she desired more than the candle.
The pain that she felt was heavenly; her tight virgin hole had never felt so full and complete in her entire life. Taking the 7 inches of the candle in, she wanted to slowly bounce on it, watching her breasts bounce up and down; she could only pretend that Ankit's groping hands are on it. In and out, faster she went, she looked so perfect, riding on the candle. Every thrust she wanted him to hear her voice, her crying out for him to fill her ever so deeper. She wanted him more than ever now.
Still sitting on the candle, knowing that she is about to explode with orgasm, Suhani pushed herself down so hard that the candle got lost in her. All 8 inches, she felt as if she was torn, but it felt so damn good she no longer cared whether her juices flowed all over the damn sheets. How she wishes she could moan to him that she's coming, tell him not to stop what at what he's doing.
Her body pulsated with pleasure; she tightened herself around the candle, the grip she made on the candle was tight and fit, she knew he would love his dick being in her muscular hold. She could feel the pussy contracting all over the candle, the entire length of the pussy felt alive. Never before had she felt so much like a woman before.
She laid on her back again on the verge of her orgasm, reach down gripped the base of the candle, pulled it out gingerly, got a better gripped, and then moved her hand as fast as she could back and forth. She fucked her pussy hard and fast the way she knew Ankit would. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Her pussy was aching for him and she fucked it hard, feeling his cock buried in her. With one final thrust, she pushed herself over the edge.
"Ankit, I'm cumming!!!" She groaned as her pussy sucked on the candle harder than she could have imagined. She continued to fuck her pussy and her orgasm didn't seem to end. The more she fucked the longer her orgasm continued until she count move anymore and completely exhausted, out of breath, and trembling Suhani collapsed on the bed with the candle still in her.
Suhani basked in the after glow of her sex, her pussy still contacting involuntarily on the candle. Her clit was still throbbing and she realized that never before had she had such a power orgasm or was it orgasms. Suhani caught her breath and slowly eased out the candle that was glistening with her juices. Instinctively she brought it to her face and licked the length of it. Her juices were amazing to her and she realized that this is what Ankit will taste when he enjoyed her sex and smiled. Her orgasmic juices tasted very good and she knew again that Ankit would love them.
Suhani and Ankit continued their relationship and were officially engaged a month after her birthday. They got married six months after that and just as Suhani predicted, their wedding night was indeed spectacular and everything she dreamed it would be. Ankit was a romantic yet dynamic lover and he loved that fact that she was sexually comfortable and confident or as he called it, he had won the Lottery!
This was almost a year ago and even today, Ankit and Suhani have a very sexually charged yet romance filled relationship. Now every time Suhani exhausts Ankit after sex, she coyly reminds Ankit that patience pays!
 

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He didn't live far from me. His home was four stories. We were quiet because of servants and he led me into a little elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

"I have three spare bedrooms, if you like."
"What would I do with all three?"
He smiled, but it was a patient smile, the smile of a man who recognized defense mechanisms. "This is my room. You can join me or not," he said simply and stepped inside.
I took a breath and followed him. It was all in navy with a soft cream carpet. The paintings on the walls were originals, the fabrics expensive, the view pure. He pulled off his shirt and sat to tug off his boots. I stood there in my greasy coveralls and felt massively out of place.
With a steadying breath I kicked off my boots and pulled my socks off, and then unzipped the coveralls. The zipper hit the crotch and I realized he was watching me, shirtless.
I stepped out into my bra and panties and for a moment remembered Gunnar, with a guilty flash. I don't know what Patrick was to me, but I knew I didn't want to think of Gunnar at that moment.
"You actually work like that?"
"Long story, but yeah. Keeps me cool."
"It would drive me crazy inside of five minutes. How the hell does Cal work?"
"Nice to know seeing me like this makes you think of another man, Patrick."
"Can't blame me for being curious."
"You know what I like in bed. Cal likes it too, and I don't want to wield a whip."
Understanding dawned and he reached for me. I stepped to him, between his legs, and let him look his fill. "Do you always need a whip?" he asked softly, meeting my eyes.
I smiled. "No, just wimps need not apply."
He smiled and grazed his teeth on my stomach. "Fair enough." With his arms around my waist he fell back, and I fell on top of him, only landing on my forearms kept me from slamming into his face.
I rolled off him and he followed, moving up until he laid between my legs, face to face. My breath caught and he lowered his mouth slowly, so I had plenty of time to say no, or pull away, but I did neither. I closed my eyes and leaned up, kissing him as much as he kissed me.
I relaxed into it and felt his hand cup my breast gently. Nothing of the anger, the power, and I understood. He knew I needed this, now I knew too. No one in my life had shown me any real concern except a man who'd given me a job and a parole officer who'd given me a break. Patrick wanted me to know it could be something else, something more than a soulless fuck.
I arched into that touch and let my hands seek every muscle, every line, enjoying the pure strength of him. He kissed my cheek, my jaw, and moved to my neck. My breath caught when he found a particularly sensitive spot and nipped there. He laved it with his tongue and when he nibbled again he brushed a nipple with his thumb.
I stroked my feet up and down his legs, eager to feel more but trapped in the pleasure. It was so gentle, so unassuming, I had never known it could be as good as it was.
I reached for his belt buckle as he found my clavicle and he rose up, pressing my hands between us. "I'm trying very hard to be a good boy and go slow. Take the pants off and I'm afraid that ravening beast will come out."
I kissed the top of bent his head and brought my hands to feel his arm muscles ripple as he moved. When he kissed the tops of my breasts I reached up, reached behind me, and he brushed my hands away to undo my bra for me. We slipped it off and I tossed it, letting the conditioned air kiss my breasts.
His mouth was hot and wet on one nipple, his hand hard and firm on the other. I writhed there, twisting one hand in the sheets and letting the other clutch at him. His abs were hard and delicious against me as I rubbed my hips up and down and teased my clit through my panties, pressing tight against him.
He suckled until my nipple was sore and I was mad with desire, then he moved to the other. I was wetter than I had ever been, and still he made me wetter, hotter. I was begging him, mindlessly, without shame, and then he kissed my navel. Never had such an innocent kiss been so indecent, but at least his hands were shaking when he reached for my panties.
He peeled them down my legs and I kicked them off, and then he rolled back between my legs. I was panting, my nipples hard, my body tight, my pussy creaming under his hot breath.
He kissed me there as if he were kissing my mouth, the lightest touch, slipping his tongue against my clit and I came like a rocket. Mindless to everything else but his mouth I called out his name and bucked wildly as he suckled and drew it out.
I came down panting but he didn't stop. No, he moved lower and thrust his tongue inside me, in and out quickly, and then moved back to my clit and flicked it. I gasped and pushed at him instinctually as if to escape but those strong muscles held me prisoner.
Then he suckled again and I came like a noisy freight train. I screamed out something, I had no idea what, and when I came down he was standing, stripping, and in the moonlight he was a god.
I scooted back and kicked the covers down and then he knelt and crawled towards me. Another kiss and before I knew it I was on my back and he was huge and hard and poised to conquer. Patrick held himself outside of me. "Look at me, Aileen. Please."
I looked into his eyes, held it as he slid in but when he went deep my eyes fluttered closed as I moaned. The orgasms had made me tight and it felt incredible, like if he just could move a little this way-
"Aileen, look at me," he whispered.
His eyes were so dark and it was hard not to close mine as he pulled back and sank in. It was erotically charged, a totally different kind of domination, and my breath hitched with every movement.
"I can't...much longer...I'm going to...oh, god!" I moaned.
He let me close them as I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. The third orgasm built deep inside and spread outward like a burst of sunlight, and he kissed me, swallowing my cries.
This time when I came down I let my hands slide to his ass and the muscle there was incredible. I moaned from the sheer pleasure of touching it. "Aileen, you have to stop for a second, I'm too damn close."
"You've been good, let go."
"No, I shouldn't, I-"
"So you'll demand it of me and not offer it in return?"
He groaned, kissed me deep, and began to thrust like a jackhammer. Somehow my body responded, weak and tired as it was, and we came together in a hard, guttural peak that was a combination of sweat and pure pleasure.
When I came down he rolled us onto our sides and stayed thickly inside me. I nestled onto his shoulder and yawned. "So this is what they meant when they talked about making love. It's nice."
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A startled shriek woke me and I rolled over to see a maid kneeling, cleaning up a breakfast tray that had fallen. Behind me Patrick sat up and kissed my shoulder. "Ana Lucia, don't worry about that. I'll ring you if we need anything."
She nodded and took the tray back out.
"Hell, what time is it?"
"Eight."
"I have to get to work."
"You're the boss, take the day off."
"I can't."
"Sure you can. I will too. We'll stay in bed."
"We can't fuck all day."
He traced my right breast over the sheet. "Wanna bet?"
"I'm going to be late, Patrick."
"Please stay, Aileen. Please. I've waited so long to see you here, to have you in my bed. And I know you, when you leave you're going to pull back, pull everything inside you. Stay here, just a while longer. Please."
He was right, and it was tempting. I rolled over and looked for my coveralls, dragged them close and opened my pocket, grabbed the cell phone and dialed Cal.
"Hello?" A female voice answered.
"Suki, it's Aileen. Tell Cal I'm taking the day off, and he can too, if he wants."
She squealed in joy and I hung up. "What now?"