JKG ...and award of training

And when he came after half an hour, his shirt was almost open, smeared pink lipstick and he was smelling of channel …favorite of Ms K…so it means Madam liked …
I hugged him and kissed him on the lips….smeared with lipstick …and when my tongue traversed….I can taste that special paan….palang tod paan full with aphrodisiacs…and my tongue started thrashing , tasting and took out some back to my mouth. It means Madam had given him from her mouth…
My searching hands went to his jeans…yes bulge was prominent and it started kneading it…slowly …teasingly and then with urgency…and soon I could not restrain myself from unbuckling and opening the strained zip…and gripped it over his panty…lacy pink panty which was no match to pressure being generated within…
Our cloths were strewn all the way to bed room …and just before entering the bed room, tip of my tongue went to his ear and nibbling, teasing whispered huskily,
“ hey you have been a very good boy today ….and you deserve and award, don’t you.
“ yes…yes …please…” he was aroused, excited and waiting.
“ just close your eyes baby and I am going to gift you…your childhood fantasy and enjoy her fully in most unabashed manner…hold her …kiss her and fuck her silly”.
He was a bit confused but nevertheless closed his eyes and my lips just cemented it.
Holding his now fully erect prick I ushered him to bed room and guided him to black satin covered four poster bed.
His eyes were closed and he was dreaming about un seen dreams.
“ meet my sexy slut nanad …your teen fantasy …Guddi and squeeze her teen boobs , fuck her unfucked pussy silly…”
And a minute later I was holding him in my arm rubbing my boobs over his bare chest…
” bhaiya…hold me in your arms… hug me hug me hard…I am waiting ..wet and waiting for you…” and saying that I kissed his lips.
I am a perfect mimic and was just speaking like her teen young voice full of desire.
Yes yes…and he responded. Holding me hard he almost crushed me with a new found strength.
Hi eyes were closed but lips could see my cheeks, lips. His first kiss was tentative but my moans…whispers and he became more demanding. His groping lips came down and in sudden jerk almost pulled my erect nips and bit it…
“Oui …bhaiya lagata hai…na dhire dhire …”
I cried with a voice mix of joy and pain.
And he shifted his attention to my other boob…licking, kissing and sucking it.
We were on the bed and he was over me. But I had to prod him further…
“ bhaiya karo naa …bada man kar raha hai…ohh acha lag raha hai plesaeee….”
And saying that I held his prick. It was iron hard. I squeezed it gently and moaned…
“ do naa bhaiya…ohh…I am…man kar raha hai….”
“ you want it …” he spoke as in trance.
“ Yes….kiite dino se…tum to ishara hi nahin samajahte ho..us din jab care….free manaya thaa to…budhu…ab aj j ..ohh “
and saying that I put my slender legs over his shoulders and now my cunt was rubbing with his cock.
I had put myself into role of Guddi completely. It was not only voice but all the mannerisms, the way she used to use her dainty hand, typical lilt of face…everything and my body was behaving with a mix of coy and desire, a teen girl loosing her maidenhead…
I guided his hand to back to my boobs again and he was cupping it pressing it softly like they belong to her mameri bahan’s mammaries….
“Bhaiya…” I teased him…bhbahi ki to badi badi hain…lekin meri to…”
“Han sach meain teri bahbhi ki bahoot mast hain…”

I felt so happy without leaving role of his teen sister.
“Bhaiya chodiya hatiye iska matalab aapko meri ..nahin….” and tried to move his hand away from breasts.
“ no…no…arre…chote chote…”
and he stopped uttering those words which I wanted it be part of his daily lexicon. Ohh those vestiges of…samskaar…
“ bhaiyaa…kya chote chote…khool khool ke boliye naa…mujhe acha lagta hai ye sab sunana…bhbahi se to app ekdam khul ke baat karate hain lekin…”
“ tere joban teri ye choti choti adi kadi kasi kasi …”
“ han bahiya boliye naa teri ye choti choti choonchiyan…aapke munh se ye khool ke sunana bada achaa lagata hai..”
And it just goaded him. He started squeezed crushing my boobs
“ ohh Guddi ye teri choti choti choonchiya…kitte dino se mera man kar raha thaa…de naa dabane de aaj kas ke …”
And I was coaxing him guiding him, making him more aroused, but I had also become very wet playing role of my nanad…
“ Ohh bhaiya ab karo na karo ..dal do apana ye…”
I pressed holding his now bursting cock.
“ apna kya too bhi to bol”
he too joined the banter and rubbing his supara on my clit he teased.
“ apna ye mast mota Lund aaur kya…”
I was not to deny and soon he tried to insert it.
But playfully playing a young coy girl I covered my face and I knew enough of those tricks of squeezing vaginal muscles…for him it was as tough as it will be shoving in ... his virgin mameri sister.

But playfully playing a young coy girl I covered my face and I knew enough of those tricks of squeezing vaginal muscles…for him it was as tough as it will be shoving his virgin mameri sister.
But it was becoming difficult for me too and I relaxed a bit, spread my legs over his shoulder and let it slide over and as it invaded I burst out in a scream of joy and anguish.
“ ohh ohh bhiaya…bahoot dard ho raha hai….tomamne phad di meri choot…ohh”
But I had ensured to squeeze his cock also so hard that he will not be able to dislodge it.
Soon he got the tempo and rhythm.
He had learned his lesson well.
He knew his job is to please and getting pleasure is only secondary.
Sometimes he was ferocious some times he was caring.
I had meanwhile blind folded him…and best was when he will utter…
“Guddi…oh ka mast …tight choot hai…u r good…ohh “
and I will also respond…
“Han bhaiya han..oh dal do…oh chodo naa kas ke mujhe….ohhh”
He will kiss suck and bite and I will respond by pressing my long nails in his shoulders.
He will pound hard and I will reciprocate by raising my hips high and entwining my legs over him.
He made me cum twice before he came.
And that night thrice he rode over me or should I say I let him ride over me.
And every time I made him treat me like his young sister…and I also behaved like that in most slutty naughty way.
And every time he made me cum before he discharged inside me. and every time it was more hot, more wild and more vocal I made him utter…
“Han Guddi han bada maja aa raha hai tumjhe chodane main…vah kaya rasili choti choti choonchiyan”…
and I will respond with push of my hips..
“Hann bhaiya han vaise hi hahcak ke chodo naa jaise bahbhi ko chodate ho ohh ahh bahoot maja aa raha hai kite din se meri choot pyasi thi tumahrae is mote Mast Lund k eke liye….ohh ouch lagata hau….please ruko …na na ..oh ruko mat..aur jor se hacak ke chodo…”
My words mimicked exactly in his sister’s style will further spur him and biting my cheeks, boobs he will pull out and pushing in one shove will again say…
“ Haan re haan Guddi le ghont apane bhaiya ka Lund…sach bol tera man kartaa tha pahale se….ohh kitta maja aa raha hai…le …le ghont…aaj teri choot pahd ke rahunga…le le apani choot main mere Lund ka maja le…ghont saali ….aajj tune mujhe bahanchod bana hi diyaa….”
And holding his waist with my slender legs I will shriek with joy and respond excitedly,
“Haan haan are bahan chod ban gaye to ab kas ke chod do na apani bahan ko bol bhaiya bol chodge naa..apani is chinal bahana ko…chod chod ke aaj meri choot ke/…badi chudasi hai ye teri bahana…ohh bhaiya aap kitte achae hao…ohh I amm main main …jhad rahi….ahhhh ahhhh…”
And he will increase his tempo as I will really reach orgasm.
After such a wild night full of fucking when he fucked me thrice my cunt was full of cream…kam se kam aadha kataora to raha hi hoga…poori gadhi malai..safed tahkkedar..
And now I was back in my real form…he was below me and I was riding her, my cunt throbbing which he has fucked treating it as his favorite mamaeri bahan’s choot.
I was rubbing my cunt over my cum slut husband who could not some days before even kiss it was licking, sucking greedily my cum filled cunt pushing her tongue into deeper recesses of my love tunnel.
And I had all ready cum twice and some time I will just shift and for change if his taste and to give some rest to my aching pussy, will rub my rear hole on his face, nose and lips forcefully…asking him forcefully pulling his hair…
“ kyon salle Guddi chinal ke bhandue, haraman ke…maja raa haa naa gaand chaaatane main…. Cahaat salle chaat ghused de apani juban andar…teri us bahana ki bhi gaand aise hi mast chataane layak hai na…bol chatega naa uski bhi…pahale chtana phir us salli ki gaand bhi marana…badi gaand mataka mataka ke chalati hai…na mere bhaiya vo …mere bhaiya ye…usi bhai se uski gaand na maravai to uski bhabahi nahin…bol salle mast han naa gaan teri bahana ki…”
Poor he, pressed under my heavy chootars…he will only utter some meaningless sounds …gong gon…unhgh …ahng…

I will just shift my chootar…and ask pulling his hair bruatally,

“ are bol naa saaf saaf…abhi to sirf gaand chat raha hai tere maunh main to maine kuch diya nahi….”
“ yes…ham uski …gaand badi mast hai…”
“ are kiski gaand naam lene main kya shaaram lagatihai us sllai ki ..sare shara ke aldake uska naam le ke muth maarate hain aur too….bol saaf naam le ke…kya larega uski gaand ka jabmain dilvaungi …boll…”
and I will squeeze his head very hard between my pressing thighs…
“ vo vo…hann Guddi ke chote chote chootar bade mast hain …chatungaa…jo aap kahogi sab kuch karunga…”
pressure of my thighs will almost crack him to scream and again I will lower my ass on his waiting eager lips and rub it hard nastily .

I looked down at me.

Thorough half open window first golden yellow rays of sun were bathing my body which was glistening with sweat, drops of cum and lust. My open braids were partly covering my hard full round boobs, fully aroused …and my gaze moved to my throbbing pussy which still had some cum oozing out of it, labia slightly spread and sure below it his face pressed, squeezed under my thighs…look at myself again aroused me and shifting I brought my cunt lips tantalizingly close to him…

Thorough half open window first golden yellow rays of sun were bathing my body which was glistening with sweat, drops of cum and lust. My open braids were partly covering my hard full round boobs, fully aroused …and my gaze moved to my throbbing pussy which still had some cum oozing out of it, labia slightly spread and sure below it his face pressed, squeezed under my thighs…look at myself again aroused me and shifting I brought my cunt lips tantalizingly close to him…
“ yes please hannn haan…ohh ..”
and he pulled out his tongue in desire and who was me to deny him.
With two fingers I slightly parted my cum soaked choot and pressed it between his greedy open salivating lips.
His thick velvety tongue first drew a slight line, just touching it tentatively and that itself brought a wave of pleasure ….but it was only beginning. He was behaving like a well practiced choot chatora…I was thinking what will happen when I will make him use this well learned skill against his mameri bahan Guddi or even…a leer crossed my face and I pressed my cunt more firmly, rubbing it against his lips.
His long thick well practiced tongue was well into deep, looking for every last drop of cum in my pussy and lips were sucking slowly, my pink orange piece like juicy choot lips, sometimes teasing sometime with determination. My long red colored nail were dug deep in his shoulders. And he brought his tongue slowly out and suddenly it was lapping my aroused almost out hard swollen pinky. As it was not enough to make me mad, his lips also changed the target and started sucking my clit bringing me very close to orgasm. I could feel waves building, moving and I was almost loosing my control and he too like a job well done was lapping, licking, kissing, sucking….doing everything in rhythm and almost simultaneously. By now he has almost learnt how to please me…but suddenly another pressure…leapt up. It was morning time, it was time for and …I did drank much yesterday night…
I tried to control but…it was becoming over powering, my muscles…in spite of my regularly doing keggel I was not able to control my muscles…and I tried to wriggle …but his grip had become very strong and like a runner doing his last lap, his tongue was lapping…very hard, lips were squeezing and it was exquisite pleasure…but I had to get up and go to bathroom.
“Hey leave me…I have to go ..chodo…na …”
I told him.
His eyes queried kyon…as his mouth was too busy sucking me of.
“ su su aa rahi hai… bas kar ke aaayi abhi leave m nahin to yahin ho jayegin”
I threatened him.
“To ho jane do naa…”
his lips unclenched for a minute and again gripped my cunt lips…his naughty eyes were smiling, a glimmer dancing…
A thought of dozen of golden shower moves we had watched together crossed our mind …women domineering…. Drops…streams of golden droplets….
“ it will be bed tea for me…” he said mischievously and this time tip of tongue directly located my urethra … a place very few males can locate. It was teasing , urging goading me to cross the threshold…
“ but but…”and I joined the spirit…” bed tea roj pini padegi…”
“ ekdam…” aur jitti bare chho utti bar…nahi pilaogi to main jabardatsi pi lunga and this time his teeth nibbled .
Now I could now stop…I was feeling burning sensation in my urethera…and I decided to not only cross the threshold but further push it….
“ sirf bed tea se hi kaam nahin chalega….breakfast bhi karaungi…”
I said in no uncertain terms.
Sure his eyes said and as if to seal our agreement, his lips sealed my cunt lips to ensure that not even a single droplet escape and as if it was not enough, gently bit my urethra.
I had crossed point of no return and it began…
First … a few droplets and then a steady golden stream….my eyes were closed and I was just feeling a great relief…and soon a great joy knowing that almost ultimate taboo is being breached.
Sure, he ensured that not even a trickle escapes.
And what is more almost in continuation his lips started lapping like waves, my wet still dripping cunt and soon it was suck like suction pump, gentle squeeze, a tug on cunt lips, a gentle soft nibble on pinky…like a young boy trying to please his madam in class or …
It was too good. Waves built and …waves after waves…like a tumultuous tide…I was fainting with joy and it will cease but…sure soon again his tongue and lips will built another tornado….I was exhausted….waves after waves…hitting on beach …
It was the best orgasm I ever got.
And I realized what I ever suspected. Men of the species will have to be forced, made to breach the worst taboos, toughest barriers and they enjoy it most. They will do anything for you…once they realize their untapped potential…

When he was leaving for office , of course clad in my lacy panties which I had worn for last 24 hours, soaked in my all types of juices, silver anklet caressing his dainty leg and making him realize his new status every minute….I kissed him fully on the lips. Yes I had not permitted him to paste or wash his mouth….taste and aroma of my golden juice was still overpowering and quite strong…and that was my aim.
“ so baby liked his bed tea….” I mocked.
“ yes but….breakfast….” he teased flirtatiously, daring me to cross further frontiers.
“ gahabado mat…vo bhi milega and sooner than later .” I pinched his milky cheeks which had a dash of rouge from last night and teased further…

JKG and ..'he' is ...

This time he sat next to her without me coaxing him.
And again we started chatting without taking cognizance of him, of course he was passing snacks, pouring drink…
“What do you suggest we should do to brighten up our ladies club a bit”…she sipped and asked,
“Madam, I think….can we organize something like full monty…on our ladies exclusive night …or do you think it will be too far….” I suggested playfully.
“Yes yes…you are certainly …we think alike…why not it’s ladies exclusive and when men go out they do watch striptease, cabaret …so yes but how to organize it.”
And this time when she bent to keep glass on table her pallu fell down and one dazzling, full some boob almost bursting out of low cut tight choli could be seen and she did not make any attempt to correct her pallu. Nor did my hubby whose gaze was not so timid this time, as I had instructed him.
“Madam it is very simple, I know persons who can organize this type of event and they are discreet too…and when during board meeting and annual review almost everybody is out we can get it done. And we can get half a dozen real hunks, with all the muscles ripping….”
“ yes yes…”giggling…sipping her third peg, which he had just filled up, she continued,
“ but…make sure that the muscle which ,matters most…should be real good.”
“ it will be Madam…” I joined in the laughter. “ I will be very strict in my specs…I know a young boy who was…second runner up in Glad rags Mr. India contest…he can also join… only his fees are slightly stiff as he works as ladies man too…you know”
I blinked.
“ Vow …to saaf saaf ye kyon nahin kahati ki he works as gigolo too,…money no problems…just organize …and may be we can give him some good tips so …”
Yes madam why not and this time I poured a stiff one.
“ gigolos …it was so good in Bombay…we organized so …daring hen parties…ladies will do anything …mind you anything to join them…drinks…smoke…you can not even guess…but Mr. Khanaa, he wanted to be VP and …in this fucking mofussil township…” she was talking dreamily.
“ Madam don’t worry these day …what they say…glocal…think globally act locally…everything we can get with click of a mouse…only thing is logistic costs…and with new flight decaan has started…we can organize parties even hotter than …anywhere”
“Yes…interrupting me she continued dreamily…Last time when we had gone to NY, with Mr. Khanaa, I decided to go to Chippendale…you know that …
I was aware what that place is but kept mum.
“yes…it is famous for full monty…what bodies yaar and you can even touch them, I thrust some dollars in a hunks’ brief and out lined with my fingers …what a size and …what hardness…that silken purple color brief…alas you can not put hands in side brief…”
And I checked with my peripheral vision …her finger were scratching, outlining his bulge as she must have done on that dancer their.
And my hubby caught my gaze.
Please take a shrimp just one …you are not eating anything Madam…and when his came closer this time her palm we right there…covering the bulge.
Yes Madam and a little drink….thoda saa…I too joined him.
“Nice crunchy”
she tasted a shrimp… “ I think all hubbies should be like you.” She complimented.

Madam don’t you think on this husband’s day…let all hubbies do all the chores which women do and then let them dress like their wives of course ladies can help”…she was in full mood and spirit has raised her spirits.
“Sure Madam…and this time it will not be only one item”…and I looked at him meaningfully. He realized I am referring that he refused to sport even a bindi…for five minutes…so much of pseudo masculinity….
“Madam I was naïve”… he muttered incoherently…but who was listening to him.
“Yes let them first cook then fully dressed …if need be with falsies…and we will check their shringar…hai naa and then they will sing and dance….” She was almost day dreaming.
“Yes Madam brilliant idea…I lauded her and what is so great in wearing feminine dress…look at all our heroes ….everyone of them had wore …remember Vishvajit…kajara mohbaata vaala…he looked so cute and aamir in baaji…every one of them…”
“Yes you are correct and we will make them dance to those tunes…. you are right aamir looked so soft so cutie pie…,”she echoed my idea.
“They all look very soft very cute Madam, but you will have to be a bit harsh…every lady will have to prepare his hubby as…”I added…
“Sure we will call it sissy ball”… and she was fully in the spirit of things.
“But Madam after all that women do one more thing and how can we subject them to…”
“Yes…but it is very easy…may be one of them we will select before hand…and strip him covering his head so other males are not aware…his face and upper part of body will be totally covered …so that no body can recognize him…”
And the way both of us looked at him…he knew mantle is going to fall on him.
“ but Madam, I quizzed , that think how can any male…” but she cut me short.
“ you are real simple yaar… most boys during their school days and some even after words gaand maravate hai ki nahin…and some of them are real pussy boys…so what we can do…we can use our lipstick and sort of make a functional pussy using their rear hole..”
“But Madam …I was nonplussed who will play Men’s role.”
“We will play …who else she felt bad for being interrupted. Have you not seen dildos…’
I had seen them at least on net…and on some adult toy catalogues…but decided to remain silent.
“I had a few strap ons…one is even 8 inches long…so I will try first and then you and may be even some males…” she informed.
He was squirming, feeling very uncomfortable, but we were discussing as if he is not there like elders discussing about traditional marriage of a girl.
“It will be great fun Madam,” I was in supporting role.
“Yes but I think I should move it has become late.”
When she stood up she was feeling a bit tipsy and he supported her. And of course side of her bosom just got rubbed to his hand. She was feeling in ebullient mood.
Hey why don’t you drop Madam I hinted to him.
“Yes no no…it is all right…”she protested but kept on holding him. I can drive myself.
“Yes…Madam but any what he will do here at least now and he will just drop you at him and hey …don’t be naughty with Madam. He will behave Madam I assured her.
I will not mind if he is naughty…she whispered so loudly in my ears that he did listen.

I was thinking strides I made today, sure Ms Khanna was going to be ….and there are now quite a good chance that I will be made secretary, let Anima, Mita and other ladies…I know jal bhun ke kabaab ho jayengi salli…sidhe munh baat nahin karati thi….but I was I two minds, if it was right the way I used him. But what is wrong all males use their wives, in parties they go as consort, decked up suitably, and they must try to mix and mingle and type of roop we had to…if it is family get together, cover your head, don’t laugh loudly and don’t answer directly before elders and with your devars and nandois you have to bear jokes of all sorts even if they are in poor taster…so I felt nothing was wring if I sort of laid a honey trap…and I smiled. Yes it was honey trap…it was not only my hubby…I discussed . I mentioned my nanad Guddi too …and how her eyes lit up …and I had very carefully without mentioning her age had told which class she is in…and her body description….she joked that and what are you going to do with her and I replied in the same vain…what nanad;s borther do with bhabhis that is what bhbahis are supposed to do with naand. But before she could say anything I anticipated and said that Madam, she will be not only my nanad but yours too. I knew her inclinations and esp. proclivities for young girls and that will certainly clinch it. And even with me I could not stop enjoying it…while leaving when she hugged me her pressure on my buttocks was more than…and how her fingers were itching. I too responded to signal by pressing my boobs over her and …she whispered in my ears …imagine what we too can do your young teen Lolita type nanad. Sure Mam I responded and may be we can practice some time before she comes and the way she smiled….
I finished the rest of cherry waiting for him.
And when he came after half an hour, his shirt was almost open, smeared pink lipstick and he was smelling of channel …favorite of Ms K…so it means Madam liked …

JKG training continues...feminization and wife of our VP

Arre nahi…and I called him…make tea for us also and again some pakodi..
….. Ms Khanna was almost stunned...will he...you are asking him to make tea.
why not he makes....good tea...and yes bring sugar seperately i called loudly as ordering a bearer.
It means...yes…. was noticing some changes...even Mr. Khanna told me...good. Ms Khanaa was approving.
after a long pause she again spoke ...but he was a bit recalcitrant....hai na.
yes Madam....but the joy is in breaking tough unruly horses...I joined in smile.
She gave me an approving nod. I agree...you are close to my heart...yes that is how...
and that is what I wanted to listen.
Mrs. Khanna was a very powerful lady ...not only because of her influence on Mr. Khanna...but also she was president of our women's organization...a very important and interesting social club. When ever some body from corporate office will visit his wife will be entertained and...although I was very low on company’s totem pole, we  were very junior and joined recently and ...so if I am in her good books things ....things may happen. and any way she was not exactly Ms congenial....so
and meanwhile he brought tea on tray...and pakode...
hey why don’t you sit down, i asked fully knowing that only place on sofa is next to Ms Khanna.
Yes Madam he bowed but his old upbringing…he was shying away.
He sat but with her gorgeous plump rear almost squeezed him and she did not even budge.
Ms Khanna just adjusted her anncahl and her twin voluptuous peaks...gave a glimpse a la mandira bedi style.

He could not help taking a peep.

and Ms Khanaa she was also aware of the impact it was causing on him and she inadvertently let it fall further...now it was no longer only cleavage but upper reaches of ...and he wavered nay faltered.
Yes sit comfortably ,said, she and further pushed herself towards him and he was almost squeezed.
That was the reason why most women kept their hubbies under wraps when Ms K was around. but I had no such compunctions. and he too steadied himself.
“It is good that after such a long and hard day at office...Mr. Khanna always appreciates you...”she spoke in a benign mood. “You find time and energy for sharing chores with your wife....”
He bowed to pour the tea and with meticulous care and politeness offered it.
When Mrs. Khanna took the cup her aanachal fell down and through her very low cut but tight blouse, her voluptuous, more than full shapely bosoms were almost bursting out.
A look there and a drop spilled.
My stare admonished him, but eyes of Ms. Khanaa had impish smile dancing.
“Madam ,”… I wanted to distract her attention from this peccadillo, ( only later I realized she took it as her success and was more pleased )…. “you are so gracious. I must contradict you on two counts, first he does not share chores with me …he does it all alone and does it well, and secondly as for long and hard day at office …I had my doubts.”
She smiled and nodded yes.
“I fully agree with you….what work…most of the time they keep on surfing girly sites, will chat, do all type of things…and even those who are on the top…very experienced…” she nibbled a pakoada.
“Yes Madam…I completed her sentence…they too…I recall somebody saying…what is 20 years experience, it is one year experience repeated 20 times…half of the time they will ogle at steno’s boobs while giving dictation, decide in meeting what exactly should be the menu…”
Yes…she supported me wholeheartedly, finishing pakoda.
“And and…when it comes to closing time…they will remember all the work and return late…”
“Madam I added, you are correct actually these companies naa….they screw them so much…so that when they come home they are perfectly screwed up.”
Yes and are not good for screw…hai na and we both burst into laughter simulatenouly.
We totally ignored his existence like …like when he must have been kid reciting jack and jill and after that was left in a limbo… or like you chat in an auto or taxi…without bothering about presence of driver as if he is non existence…
But it was not bothering me…many time I had ladies going to a hotel ,somebody’s home and men will start talking shop, or cricket without even bothering to involve ladies even in aside…even in club.
But no I am wrong. Ms. Khanaa had better manners. She was not ignoring him completely, as if totally oblivious and almost detached from her body…her middle finger in which a Safire was burning…unobtrusively rode to his tight jeans…and was now tapping close to his zip…her long red painted nail …almost piercing and scratching…
Hey I am getting late and ….where are my manner …I am keeping you two….she suddenly decided to go.
No no nahin Madam…and vaise bhi Mr Khnaa to abroad gaye hain and…you are alone …it is my sheer luck that…and you can taste some more culinary delights of my hubby.
I persisted in stopping her and …we can share some real good French wine…
Yes Madam he joined in the chorus and you can taste my cocktail snacks…I learned from Ms Taneja…she is such a good teacher. He joined me in our entreaties.
OK agar tum log itana kah rahe ho ..she sat down back on sofa from she never actually got up.
He got up and picked up tray, used plates and glasses.

He got up and picked up tray, used plates and glasses.
I followed him in the kitchen and admonished…
“ hey why were you playing such a shy, timid boy. If that slut was willing to flaunt her wares…you should have ogled her lecherously. She enjoys it you nincompoop. “
“ but but…I thought…you will …feel …bad…” Poor he. He was just blabbering.
“ who bothers …what you think and …I want her happy. Never forget she is wife of VP…and if she touches you sits close to you or do anything….let her…or better still encourage her…and please do make these cocktail snacks fast…and clean those wine glasses before serving…”
And I came out smiling.
Actually his playing timid and coy was perfect. She wanted her male to be just like this. She wanted her steak … raw and very lightly cooked. She was queen bee, she was running the show…so his behavior was perfectly normal.
And it was my gambit…he was go to be my sacrificial pawn…I wanted to ride on the social ladder not fast….very fast. I was not going to be happy with joint secretary or in charge of some charity or crèche…I was going to be secretary nothing less and …on the altar of success sure I am going to sacrifice my lamb.
Yes Madam sorry I still have to give some guidance …but he is learning fast.
“Yes I am amazed…and a girl like you is close to my heart. I can recall …when you were married he was so…so …un bent…rigid…” she was ferreting for words…
Yes …Madam but now he can do all the chores…cooking, cleaning including toilet, laundry…and
And he came and …he was still wearing his pink floral apron. He set the table, wine glasses and poured a little and offered it to Madam, who rolled it, sniffed and tasted
Yes it is perfect …rolling the glass she took a sip.
He poured it for me too.
Don’t you think…things have changed since last new years bash.
We both knew what she was hinting at.
It was his ‘puritan’ days, pre reform and we were new. Most ladies took at least wine and …very few…myself included, preferred soft drinks ( although I had tasted hard drinks many time esp. during my college days and with my bhabhis, who made me try all sorts of nasha. But considering his wishes and his maikevallas…some members added rum in cola and gin and vodka in limka and sprite and offered spiked drinks to those ladies who were taking soft drinks and they certainly had their impact when light went out…and dances reach to crescendo. But he did make a lot of noise when he came to know about that.
Madam, I was naïve…he admitted.
OK we all learn and now you have time to compensate, Ms Khanna beamed and invited.
Yes Madam let me bring the cocktail snacks…and it will be a privilege for me as he curtsied, I could not suppress my smile.
And sure it was perfect Hors D’OeuHors
There was cheese, chicken tikka, shami kababas and shrimps.
This time without invitation he sat next to Ms Khanna and while serving in her plate eyed her deep cleavage shamelessly, which of course she enjoyed.
So what can he do now, she asked as enquiring about a dog’s pedigree in a dog show.
Any thing …one wants Madam…he now knows his job is to please, to satisfy, and his previous learning’s…I elucidated.
Yes …perfect and such men are very good for organizations, what ever we babble about creativity…how much we actually want creativity. Yes he is perfect but I admire you more, I was thinking he is untamable but… but….you did the miracle. Only think I was thinking…
I was just waiting her to say the magic words…and she uttered them..
Can you …help me in running this women’s club….it is so …so boorish …don’t you think.
Yes Madam very much in what ever capacity …my heart was joyous.
I know but you know secretary is the only post which can be used for turning it around…but you are too young….too junior…and our organization you know…
Yes Madam I know but I also know that the day I joined everybody told me not only in the women’s club but in organization …what Ms Khanaa wants happens, so Madam if you…
You yes…flattery will take you far but…after looking at this change I know only you can make it meaningful…other wise it is so boring …
Yes Madam and then I saw her glass was empty and I took it as another opportunity and winked at him.

Madam do you enjoy sherry…he asked.
Sure but why….
Actually he has just learned to make a cocktail Adonis and want your approval.
Sure sure …and listening to Madam he went to bar.
Thinking that …a man who could not even touch …sure you are the person for women’s club other wise they will make it bahanji ka what they say hann mahila samiti type.
Yes Madam, it was a double joy for me. firstly even if she was thinking about me ….it was perfect victory and if she was so much surprised looking at him drinking wine what will happen in his maiaka and esp. to my nanad
And he came with his favorite , Adonis made from sherry.
He recited the recipe….
• 2 ounces dry sherry
• 1 ounce sweet (red) vermouth
• 2 dashes orange bitters

And as Ms Khanna tasted it…vow…there was delight on her face.
Yes it is perfect…she beamed and his face got lit up like 1000 candles.
This time he sat next to her without me coaxing him.

JKG training continues...feminization

In three days he was a changed person.

He could cook reasonably well, and had broken only one glass while cleaning. He had learned art of makeup too and was now not smearing lipstick….and realized why ladies take so much time in front of dressing table…and he was licking also better. He could lick for 20-30 minutes in a stretch and most importantly he realized…his job is to give pleasure …a job which he always ascribed to better species of human beings.

On Monday when he went to office …I told him…hey now there should be always something on you reminding your of your new born status…and gave him my lacy panties…which I was wearing for last two days. He wore it happily, and although most of jewelry and makeup was of…I made him wear bichua ( toe ring)…a sign of suhhag.
Of course he was wearing that anklet well tucked under his socks.
And as he was going out I caught him with his tie and bend…
Oops I forgot …thanks…and started kissing my red toes feet…forgetting he is getting late for office.
While he was in his 12 o clock meeting I rang up and told him to check a site…and confirm me in half an hour….
It was a blog mom had created…named MITA a new pet…and it has all the pictures I had snapped in 3 days.
But it was only beginning…mom was to come in 10 days and I was planning to go to his maika in 15 days…

I was thinking about him, his confessions, his inhibitions...and how initially he wanted to play his so called male role, how her sisters and mother has made him ...so shy unable to enjoy but...Boys….boy will be boys …my reverie broke up.

Yes from kindergarten to marriage …their so called upper hand is just sham…I had read a joke probably grih shobha…that men take all big decisions and women take all small decisions…big decision like America’s foreign policy, what Iran should do, global warming and day to chores are guided by females. But problem with me was different like every man he too has been moulded by females of his maiaka…but now I wanted to remould…but as they say adult learning is toughest and making a person forget and re learn…but maire sajan there is no go…you will have to un learn and learn…

why it should be a bride only who should follow in the footsteps…a smallest step is treated as rebellion and a single concession gained as greatest triumph to be celebrated …an add came before me …where a new bride make her saassu ji see virtues of a new shampoo…and it is touted as a great indulgence… likes of Ekata kappor are eking out their living out of that…but then I was not going to take it lying down….literally or otherwise I smiled.
Men can do a lot of things outside and take a lot of things …but when it comes to home…they just wann to…but not with me… and I looked back at my early days and grinned, those day are over and rang him up,

“Hey while coming back from office, do go to Mrs Taneja…that famous cookery expert, I rang her in the afternoon”
“ but…why. I have some customers coming in…late…” he tried to interrupt.
“ Ohh …it seems all my training has gone in vain….you males…when will you develop a modicum of listening abilities.”
My stern voice made him realize he need be no longer in office mode.
“ OK listen and listen carefully, I am not going to repeat …she is going to have a one week evening culinary course 6-8 , two hours….it will be esp. about  mughalai and avaadhi non veg cusine….you know how much mom likes these dishes …and your maikevaallas…small town guys…living in 18th Century expecting them…khair…leave it…and she will teach some sweet dishes…I had requested her to teach you mango soufflé …now you have started enjoying it…and haan you know she takes only ladies …and only a lot of persuasion from me…I convinced her that you have been groomed properly and …yes one more thing…I had told Ms. De Mello, your secretary to get an apron for you…yes it will be pink that is what Mrs Taneja suggested and don’t bother about your appointments , Ms De Mello is already rescheduling it. So be there and don’t forget to carry your apron.”

And as my phone stopped Ms De Mello, efficient one…barged in with apron and reminding him that he must leave in 15 minutes for reaching Taneja’s in time. He had not yet switched of his phone and I was enjoying his discomfiture. I had even thought about asking Ms De Mello to lend her lipstick to him for just a touch up…but then I thought …may be a bit later…may be it is too early. But sure she, that 30+ Goanese secretary was going to be an ally. That day he came bit late and flustered. But was not ready for the reception he got. “OK I know hubby will be a bit tired but don’t you think practice makes a man perfect, so why don’t you prepare…what you have learned. I have kept everything ready and yes…you can make a cup of tea for yourself …ok better make one for me too I will join you in kitchen.” It was a tough week but he learned 8-10 recipes and more important how tough it is…ki dhimi aacnh pe utarana…marinate in perfect manner and …of course what was always in my mind… Guddi my nanand bragging…mere bhaiya to eggs tak…hath nahin lagaate….and now everyday he was washing, cleaning, marinating… And one more thing…one of ladies was may "panty friend" …and she confided…that how he was butt of so many feminine jokes and taunts…feeling so uncomfortable…I could only visualize first few days in his maiaka…. He was learning things…and learning it fast. Yes he was a good leaner and with proper motivation… One day Mrs. Khanaa was chatting with me. she was wife of our VP, tall, well built and almost Amazonian proportions….she was famous to be a mard maar aurat, and had likings for …swung both way…and younger the better. But because of her reputation many ladies shies away from her company although she was very influential as Mr. Khanaa dare not refuse her anything including in official dealings. We were doing gup shup, chatting about recent episode of saat phere, bitching about other ladies and I was appreciating her at every 3.5 minutes. And he came and looking at him she stood up. Nahin nahi baithiye naa madam I requested. Aare nahin…your hubby has come go and …you will have to make tea-she. Arre nahi…and I called him…make tea for us also and again some pakodi.. ….. Ms Khanna was almost stunned...will he...you are asking him to make tea. why not he makes....good tea...and yes bring sugar seperately i called loudly as ordering a bearer.

JKG ..fantasy unfolds and ...

Very fair, pedicured…and lined with deep red mahavar…blood red in total contrast to mere gore gore….i moved it a bit and silver toe rings in my all fingers just jingled. Breaking the stillness of late night…
as if somebody had thrown a pebble in a silent pond…and I moved a bit more…my legs were crossed…in majestic pose ..
Chime of my silver anklets and he woke up from a dream or should I say into a dream.
I lifted my feet …mere gore gore talave ab theek uski aankh ke saamane the…
He was almost in raptures….
Do you wann a kiss …a husky voice asked him.
Yes yes… a liitle one …just one…
Ok I granted and he kissed my talva.
Curves of my feet, mare talave ki gaharai…his eyes were diving and when they moved to my toes they just got riveted….blood red colored nails, shining and my 7 size feet curves of ankles mansal pindaliyan…
Kisses were lining my mahavar lined feet and then slowly he started kissing, sucking every finger…I was watching his mesmerized adoring look as he very caringly taking feet in his lap…and lips went up on my legs…I offered him my other feet…
And so sensuously his lips started trailing at my feet …this time he kissed it with his eyes, rubbed his eye brows and then kissed very slowly as if he may not disturb a dream…
I let him savour his dreams and only when his lips reached almost knees I asked him to get up…
Yes …you have been a good boy and …I am going to give you two awards…do you like it I asked and shook my leg a bit….

My silver anklet in maire gore gore long slender legs lined with 100 small bells chimed…
Yes it was hard for him to suppress his blissful smile.
I bend unfastened silver anklet and tied it across his feet.
It is your reward for showing love to my feet….
I adore them…he was in 7th heaven.
Yes I know and to remind that and to remind your new status …this silver anklet will remain tied to your feet ever…and I mean ever…if you adore my feet as you say.
Yes yes it will be there …its every touch will remind of the heavenly joy it gives me to touch your…lovely, exquisite perfect …may I kiss them once more just once…
Sure ..i smiled benignly and said as he bend to kiss ,
And you will get this chance many times…if you remain …Joru ka gulaam to me and mom.
Sure pleasure is mine…he said standing up and he was enjoying anklet shining in his feet.
And another gift for you…I turned with a twirl and threw my black leather skirt on bed and now it was a red thong trying to just delineate my perfect twin half globes.
I bend.
Light was now just washing and accentuating contours of my perfect 36d ass and my long fingers were caressing, moving sensuously over twin shining…( yes I had put some baby olive oil before) and I could see his gaze, listen to his hard breathing …but my naughty fingers they stopped…nay paused  and as my large kohl filled eyes turned to him and winked…my long red colour nails just sided thong and …my cute virgin puckered rear hole could be seen….
Hey you wann to kiss it…my husky voice asked…
Yes yes ….haan….he was too eager.

I bend.
Come and earn your award come on four feet ….my voice commanded.
And he was on four feet…gingerly kissing my inner thighs and then moving to ass…

Silence was reigning but talking with thousand tongues.

I spoke in a whispering tone
“Kyon maja aa raha hai hai …”

“Haan ...”he said and again started kissing…
“Kya chaat raha hai bol …”
Ass and suddenly remembered he had to use only desi words….Chootar…
“Good …gaand chatega….”
“Haan haan plesase bas ek baar …”
“Ok” and without moving. using my both hands I slid thong down. And with both hands spread my asshole…
“Le le sale bahanchod chaat gaand…pakad pahale apane haath se…”
And holding my globes he thrust his lips and started licking as if there is no tomorrow….place with which he will have no connection in his previous avatar.
“Maja aa rhaa haai naa bol sale bahan ke bahandue…”
“Haan …”
“Are khool ke bol bahanchod…”
“Han bahoot acaah lag raha…”
“Rook ab aur nahi…”I forbid him sternly.
He stopped but desire was unquenched…
“Please thoda saa aur bas ek baar…”.he was pleading begging …gidgida raha tha.
“Ok acha bol…apani us saali kya naam hai us teri chinal chhotmarani bahan ka...”
“Guddi ...”he knew whom I am referring…
“Han to bol caahtegaa us saali ki gaand…bol to dungi…”
“Haan chatunga…”he could have done anything for that…
“Mast gaand hai  us saali chinal ki…”
“Han choti choti hai lekin mast hai…”
“Pahale achai tarah chatana phir us saali ki gaand marana….choti choti choonchi pakad ke gaand maarane main bahoot maja aayga…bol maaregaa naa…”and without waiting for his answer I permitted…
“Theek hai le sale madarchod…chaat tuu bhi kya yaad karega…”
But he still answered…

“han cahtunga bhi…gaand bhi marunga…”

fearing I will still deprive him of this coveted pleasure…
I was enjoying too.
After such a time my ass was getting this attention, joy which I so much longed for and I thrust my gaand in his face…
“Salle theek se chaat …haan jeebh andar daal de…aur …andar tak chaat..ekdam sale kya chaatata hai…teri bahana ne sikhya thaa ya maan ne…”

really his asslicking skils were marvellous.

And another idea crept …mom had actually sowed it when she teased him about his mother…and i wanted to push him further..

“Bol sale teri maan ke chootar bhi to khoob mast hain…han hain naa…”
And he nodded his head….
“Salle…uski bhi chataungi tujhase ….bol salle chatega naa us chinal ki gaand…madarchod...”
And it aroused him so much …he almost shoved his entire tongue…

Hai too pakka madar...i whispered
And got so much fired up I almost tore his skirt and top
his cock was bursting his panty…
We  did sex 3 times….every time I was on the top, every time he made me come first and licked every drop …
First time itself I warned him…make sure u make me cum thrice…before u dare cum.

He was rubbing base of his cock with my clit using his fingers, tongue, lips learning that his job is to please ME…and I came …I was fucking him with full force and he was enjoying it…and second time we came together.
In three days he was a changed person.

JKG comes night...and dream begins..

Came night and it was fantasy time again. I was a dominatrix...which I am…and to my surprise he was dressed in skirt and a top with high heels and lacy undergarments when I entered….
It began with him cleaning my shoes…I was dressed all black…
Black leather corset …pushing out my perfect boobs…nipples peeping out … and black fishnet stocking with 4 inch black high heels and a crop in my hand…
He was on the floor, on knees, bend ….and I was sitting on the bed…in a very dim sensuous light highlighting only contours of my body…direct beam of light was shining on foot stool, on which I had kept my feet…black leather of my high heel was shining…looking at the gleam of leather…I could see desire rising in his eyes…
Ok go ahead …you can kiss my sandal…
And raised his face …his eyes begging for blessings…and I gave in…
OK …I raised my sandal and now lower portion was just away from his face….
“Chaat…chaat…theek say…”

and like a dog or should a say …bitch…eager to please his long lost Mistress…his tongue was out…slowly with care…he licked every inch…and then I pulled my feet away…and pointed my 4 inch long shining pointed heel to him…
Yes yes …he was salivating.

He was on the floor, on knees, bend ….and I was sitting on the bed…in a very dim sensuous light highlighting only contours of my body…direct beam of light was shining on foot stool, on which I had kept my feet…black leather of my high heel was shining…looking at the gleam of leather…I could see desire rising in his eyes…
Ok go ahead …you can kiss my sandal…
And raised his face …his eyes begging for blessings…and I gave in…
OK …I raised my sandal and now lower portion was just away from his face….

Take it and I shoved my heel in his half open mouth.
He started sucking it with gusto…
“Suck it baby…suck it hard as if you are sucking a cock…milk it.Beg for it …you nincompoop….”my voice was low but colder than ice….
“Please …give it to me…let me lick your sandal…”
And I thrust my heel in his mouth. His lips grabbed as a hungry slut snatches a cock....and started sucking it with gusto.
And after that it was uppers...his tongue was out mouth bend and eyes focus. He started liking from tip and moved slowly........enjoying feel of shining leather,
“Kyon salle maja aa raha hai chaatane main...”
i asked caressing his hair...
His smiling upturned eyes answered me and he was back on the job.
“Chaat...chaat...teri us bahan ki bhi thoojase asi hi chatvaungi....kyon salle meri nanad ka bhandua bol...chategaa na u chinaal ki....bol...”

i had pulled his face away from my left sandal and kept right ...he was looking at gleaming leather greedily..
“Are rook doongi ....is valle ko bhi chaatane oongi par pahle mere savval ka javvab de.”

“Haan chatunga....jaroor chatunga...”.he was leering.
“Arre kya....kisaki...are chinar ke jane...madarchod...saff saff bol..”.
I was now turning the knife.
“Uski ....Guddi ki ....choot....”
he haltingly uttered.
“Ekdam....aisi hi chikani choot hai....mast.....ekadm aam ki phank ki tarah rasili....chatana bhi aur choosana...thoojase to bachapan se phansi hai...le ab iase chaat chal...”
and I thrust sandal of next feet.
And he was on the job again....
“Chaat sale ...main to thoojase teri maan ki bhi chatvaungi...”
..I whispered. But was audible enough for him.
He was kissing tip of my sandal and in one push  I brutally thrust my sandal inside his gaping mouth.
Without saying anything I kept on thrusting and almost half of my feet was inside his mouth…
Ogg…ogg…he was almost choking but I was not going to give him a reprieve.
“Lo chaat salle bhonsadi ke…us din mummy kya poonch rahi thi teri maan ke bare main... bataya kyo nahin…kitte bade mamme hain…kitte bhare bhare rasile…hai naa …bol...”

And my other sandal pressed hard on his dick. Even under cloth it was raising it’s head.
He could not respond but his cock was responding…
“Isiliye tere munh main sandal daal daal ke phaiala rahi hun ki usake bade bade rasile mamme tu ek bara main le ke choos sake bol... choosegaa naa usaki …Saalle…apani maa ke mamamon ke bare main soch ke Lund tera…and my sandal dig further…”

but I removed my sandal from his mouth. It was coated with saliva…
“Chal chaat chaat ke chamaka isko bhi …and looking towards his raging cock I jested…teri galati nahi hai teri maikevaaliyan hi hain sab ki sab chinar.”He only nodded his head. My other foot was still in his lap. I dug my heels fiercely over his rising cock.
“Bol sale varana dabaa ke …saaf saaf…”
“Haan sab sab ki sab chinaal hain…”

he was cringing with pain but smiling and again started licking shining leather.
Nice now remove them... and he very carefully took them of and was looking covetously at my stocking.

Wann to kiss them…I asked with a grin.
Yes he said slowly.
You have been a good boy …go ahead….and he started plantings kisses on my stocking covered legs. Under fishnet ..mere gore gore pairon ki halki halki jahalk mil rahi thi.
He started with butterfly kisses and then become more demanding. His lips were brushing on stocking and moving slowly …he gave a pause when reached my knees but I gave a nod and slowly started pulling my stocking down.
I came closer to edge of bed and now he could see contours of my 34c boobs peeking out of tight corset. I took my hands behind and snapped it open and stood up.
OK you just close your eyes ..yes shut it completely…and obeyed like a accha bachaa.
And when he opened them …it was a different me …Mistress Patricia had given way to a perfect seductress…
My long silken hair were cascading over my perfect shoulders, caressing my pair of milky dove fighting to get out of lacy pink half cup bra just hugging them, caressing them. But what took his breath away was my perfect feet…
Very fair, pedicured…and lined with deep red mahavar…blood red in total contrast to mere gore gore….i moved it a bit and silver toe rings in my all fingers just jingled

JKG...training...rear view and ...

“Phir dubara…kabhi kisi aur ne…” my middle finger was relentlessly rubbing in the crack of his ass reminding him of those missed chances or rear end explorations.
“Han yaar…many times but …no nothing happened han..jab main 11th main tha…I used to enjoy playing badminton. And I was number two in school…our team was going for inter district meet and I was selected, I  was so happy. But my captain …he was known for his… samjho ekdam tumahre Kamal Jiju aisi reputation thi usaki..he caressed my cheeks and said …Chal toone bahooton ko tadpaaya hai naa…ab 4 din mauj karenge…vahan kaun hoga ham sabake siyaya…Vaseline ki sishi le chalana and other players laughed. But still I wanted to go…I knew main lakh koshih karun…vahan ek hotel main rukne ka intazaam thaa..ek kamare main 3-3… saara intezzam captain ke hi haath main tha...koi teacher vichar bhi nahi jaa rahe the…I was sure I will win…aur agar kuch hoga to ho jaye …”
“Phir…I was waiting to isaka matalab ki…vanaha jaror un sabon ne mil ke inki…I was thinking…
“Aree meri badi didi …tum to mere ghar kaa mahaul janati hi ho…unhone kah diya ki nahin jaana hai..2-3 hafte main tumhara 6 monthly exam hai aur …I could not go.”
Chh ch…I commiserated. But did …did other boys enjoyed their trip.
“Yes bahhot maja aaya … sabne khhob maje liye  I missed so much.”
“Accha ye saaf batao jab usane tumhe lund pakdaya tha to kaisa lagga tha…maja aaya thaa ki nahin.”
He was just smiling . but I was relentless ..aur jab apana Lund teri gaand pe lagayaa thaa…my finger was knocking, rubbing at his asshole.
“Dar lag raha thaa…ki…”
“Accha lag raha thaa ya buraa…”
Theek theek bas thoda…”
“To marva lena chaiyea tha naa mauka dekh ke ite bicare tere pichhe pade the…”
“Hey you did not feel it bad that…”he was surprised.
“Why should I feel bad…only thing I feel bad…ye salli tere maikevaalion ne …khood to mote mote lund gatakati hain…aur tumhe maje nahin lene diya. And it is perfectly normal…tum to ghar pe the maine to boarding main rah ke…aur kiiti ladkiyoin ke saath …jab hi 9th 10 th ki ladkiyan aati thin…shuru main to ragging ke naam pe aur baad main..bahoot maja ataa hai so if  I enjoy can with both girls and man why can’t you. Aur vo jo meri mast naand hai…jab tum usako pataoge to tere saath main bhi bhogungi usko…tum chodana usko aur main uskae munh main kabhi apani choonchi kabhi choot…cheekane bhi nahi doongi chinal ko…bahoot tadapayaa hai saaliyon ne mere saajan ko and my finger tip had almost penetrated. I was moving it in slow circular motion ..sach main unki virgin gaand bahoot tight thi…and ye socho naa…Kamal jija…vo to shadi main hi…agar gaand maarana theek hai to marvanaa bhi and I shoved with full force and tip was in side. Chal koi bata nahi main jaldi hi teri nath utarva dungi..i teased and hugged.

When I woke up …tip of my finger was still inside his gaand. I was just feeling like lying in the bed and again slept.
Chai …his voice woke me up.
It was full evening tea service and…he was wearing his apron.
Raat ka khana bhi unhone hi banaya. I gave him a cookery book of Sanjeeva kappor…of course I had to go many times…these men..masaalla kahan rakha hai…he did not know how to peel …but most of the evening I spent before TV catching up on serials…surfing on computer…and chatting with mom.
Dinner was good and I appreciated unlike men who will …sab kuch chat kar jayenge aur akhabaar padhate rahenge….
I patted him and told him to go to bed room and dress up in any dress he wants…I am so happy with his cooking …but before that he will better clean up table and baratan.
In the night time I was Mistress Patricia again

JKG ..training and new dimensions..rear view

To bach gayi teri gaand…”I had slided shalwar and was now squeezing his gaand over lacy panty. Lekin usane jaise an suni kar di ho and continued ,
“Usake kuch hi din ke baad ke baad ek din peon who used to take me from school …vo nahain aa paya. Another friend of mine…ronu…who was as much target of…told me that I can go on his cycle, and we rode. For a short cut, we had taken a lane…and very close to school, two senior boys who were quite in famous and most of us were afraid of them…they had barred our way. We looked around but there was nobody around…one of them shouted,
Hey Saallon utar chal idhar and Rounu followed them. We were shivering with fear. They took us to a dilapidated room which was next to school’s field and belonged to chowkidar. Ronu without telling slide his half pant and I was also not in doubt that why we have been caught. The more ferocious looking caught me and scolded,
Sale madarchod, utar pant..dekhta kya hai…and I also did that. Bof them had undressed fast and Ronu had already been grabbed. I was  shocked . I lifted my eyes  towards one who was with Ronu, he  was forcing his huge cock in Ronu’s ass. And I when I looked at the other one he was smiling looking at me…he was fisting his hard on…it was real huge …can you belive it was bigger than 6 onches and quiet thick…”
“Please mujhe jano do main apake haath jodata hun….” I cried
He laughed and scolded, “are sale madarchod…jaane to denge hi bas ek baar gaand marva le sale poore school main aag macha rakhi hai…koi rakhial bana ke thode hi rakahana hai bahan ke launde…achca chal idar aa ye tail mere luande pe laga and he gave me a tin of parachute naraial ka tail…Main soch nahin paa raha thaa kya karoon and Ronu was screaming with pain ….adha Lund uski gaand main dhans gaya thaa. But it seems he was enjoying every bit.
Chal jaldi kar sale…varana sukhi gaand main hi pail dounga bhale saali phat jaaye
There was no other way and Maine tail haath main lake …usake ..usape …Lund pe lagane laga…badi mushkil se mere mutthi main araha thaa…
Badhaiyaa muthiyata hai too re kya mast namkingaal hain tere man karta hain toojhe apna permanent launda bana loon and saying that he kissed me on cheeks and took a bite of my gaals. Kya mast gaal hain yaar is maal ke..chal sale ab nihur…And I bend on all fours like Ronu..who was being fucked now mercilessly. He poured some opil between cracks of my asshole and rubbed it with finger then opened it slightly…and thrust ek tail se chupadi ungali..saale kya mast gaand hai teri he said bahoot kasi hai…he said. I looked back and again started pleading,
“ pleaseeee leave me ..mujhe chod dijiye main aap ke paon padata hun…” but he pulled my hair and scolded…sale bhonsadi ke...tu Chandu se gaand marava raha thaa to kya mere lund main kante lage hain…choop chap gaand marava le varana sidha sidha 9 inch ka chakko teri gaand main pail dunga…phir jis gaand pe itta naaj hai naa tuhe kisi kaam ke anhain rahoge.”
A stare from Ronu convinced me that resistance is of no purpose and the boy who was fucking him was in last gasps. Maine apani gaand dhili kar li as he forced it open using his strong hand and made his supara rub there. Touch of supara there gave me a strange mix of feeling….my puckered hole was shivering…it was fear, apprehension of pain and something more.
He had held my waist strongly and I was ready for the assault…Ronu ki gaand se vo ab tak lund nikal chooka tha and I was also thinking yaar 5-7 minute ke baaat hai ek baar…saare ladake …to kahate hain and then there was blare of siron…
Boss bhago ye saali police…and I and Ronu too picked up our half pants and taking advantage of confusion got out.
Baad main pata chala ki..bagal ke college ke ladakon ne strike kar di thi aur vo hamare school main aa gaye the to Principal sahib ne police bulava li thi.
Yaar teri gaand phir bach gayi…I rubbed a finger in crack of ass.
Kismat…he smiled.
Arre kismet ki badksimat …man to tera kar raha hoga ki mote lund ka maja mil jaye …
Nahin ye baat nahin hai…I cut him and said are maar li jati to …and he laughed…maar li jaati to marva leta.

JKG...training continues and...'rear view'

We cuddled on the bed. I was playing with his now long hair, caressing his fair cheeks and suddenly I groped his buttocks.
Even now you…look what should I say…ekdam namakin maal…bacahpan main to bahoot ladkae tere piche pade rahate honge.
Dhat …he felt embrassed.
But I kept on squeezing his pert ass and pestering ,
“ don’t cheat… we are all mature. I know what boys do…and fair feminine boys like …jarror kisi na kisi ne teri …”and I pressed a finger between crack of his ass. Keeping it pressed in his tight shalwar …I continued. My jjiju…you know Kamal, who was your senior …kitte senior the tumase vo…”
“chaar saal main 9th main jab aaya tha to vo 12th main the…”he said.
“Haan to he confessed to me and didi …Chanda didi also told me ki Jiju ki to abhi tak adapt hai…didi ki bhi to hafte main ek dao baar piche ka baja baja hi dete hain aur ladkaon ke saath bhi…didi bhi bura nahin manati….so it is perfectly normal.”
“Arre unkai baat maat kar ..unka to naam poore school main jab gaya to …ganimat thi ki usi saal vo school chod gaye….sab darate the unase tumahre kamal Jiju se…”
“Kyon kaya maar pit karte the…”
“Nahin he used to bully younger boys but…how can I say…ok his size ..agar koi unake changul main aa jay naa…to do din college ki chuuti…”
“Kya kis chij ki size jara saaf saaf batao naa…”I goaded him.
“Arre vahi saare ladake jo unkae changul main pahnse …poore ek baalisht kaa thaa…”
“Arre kya ek baalish kaa tha …kal tumane promise kiya tha ki munajhse har cheej khool ke bataoge booolege…bhool gaye mummy ke saath to..apani …aur…”
“Arre…Lund aur kya..ek bitte kaa..phat jati thi jo ladaka un ke niche aata tha…kayi ne mujhe khood bataya…”
I was smiling but kamabl ke andar he could not see.
“To kya tumhare saath bhi Kamal jiju ne…”
“Arre nahin…lekin…”he was silent for some time and then started narrating his story.
“Bolo na main maan nahin skati ki tumhare school main ...and vaise bhi boys high school laundebaji ke liye bahoot mashur tha ur aur tum jo ab itte chikane ho...”.
Yes you are correct...and he paused.
I also waited today looked liked confession times,. And he started,....
“Shuru main...maine bhi suna tha...and I there was always somebody, who escorted me to and from school. But there were always comments....from senior and even some of the boys of my class. They were eager to make friendship with me...and some will pass even lewd comments....soon I started learning ....in chemistry lab when they will see they will start talking about HCL....”
“HCL bolle to...”I was not aware about boys terminology that much.
“High class launda he added to my knowledge. One day one of my class mate came to my house...Chandoo...i was alone everybody had gone for some shopping.....we were discussing  about our home work and ten he asked me about HP, hand practice and....soon he persuaded me to show mine and he showed his....he even held mine...my cock and rubbed it in his hand showing how it is done and then told me to with his cock,as we were alone and door we locked....soon both of us were out of our half pants....”
“Kitana bada tha usaka ...”i enquired.
“Kafi bada...5-6 inch ka raha hoga.”
“Vastav main umar ke lihaj se ...i thought and again goaded him,
“Phir kya hua.”

“Phir chandu asked me ki maine kissi ke sath kiya hai ki nahin and I confssed nahin.while rubbing my cock he suggested ki we can do with each other. He even told name of number of boys jinake sath vo sab aapas main karten hain....and while saying he was caressing my...,my...buttocks.”
To...I was holding my breath.
“He even suggested I can do first....but again said that...as I am inexperienced it will be better if let him do it first to and then I can do it with him.”
“Budhhu...ye shuru ke buddhu hain...”I thought...and he continued,
“Mujhe usane pait ke bal lita diya....phir usane apana....apna vo mere...”
“Aree saaf saaf bolo naa ki apna lund tumhaare gaand ki ched pe....”
“Haan haan vhi par...usaka lund bahoot mota tha...usanr bahooot koshih ki lekin ghus nahi raha tha ....mujhe dard to ho raha tha`lekin...sath saath...phir usane thoda sa thook apne...”
Supare pe...i completed....bolo gaya ki nahin...i was being impatient boys will be boys Vaseline lagani chiye thi....
“Nahin..lekin lag raha tha ki challa jaega...usane thoda saa thook mere ched e bhi lga ke philaya....auur poori takat se dhakelaa....tab tak bahar rikashe ke rookane ki avvaj aayi...aur jaldi se hm dono alag ho gaye. Maine piche ke raste se use bahar kar diya.”
“To bach gayi teri gaand…”

JKG and mom' s b day wishes...trainiing continues

Guddi I reminded ...
Han usase kitani milati hai...vo to ekdam patakaha hai baraat main saare ladake usake piche pade the….
Aree Mummy piche to ye bhi usake pade hain…I joined in banter.
Are is bicahre ko kyon dosh deti hai….tuamhare maaike ki saali sab ladakiyan auarte hain hi aisi chinal…usaki shalakl ke lag rahha tha ki bacapan se hi muhaale main banati phirati hogi….aur phir sun …
she was addressing him…
“ ji…ji haan…” and both of us burst into giggling.
“ arre chinar ke jane…usaane teri maan ko choda to tu usaki beti chod de…” mom was uneqvivocal.
“ arre muumy ye to aapne unke munh ki baat chin li. abhi to ye uski photo ke…I was going to naarate his mastaerbaturoy …with her picture but his begging eyes forbid me. I changed and added
are aur vaise bhi mamma ki mulagi…vo to chalata hi hai…”
“ ekdam…arre vo saali apanaa hath main leke tahal rahi hogi aur bicara mera damad tadape…cchh chh…”
mom commiserated with him. But mom further tarpped him,
“Ye bata chal…teri maan abhi tak to chalati hai hain naa…are abhi umar hi kya hai…usake joban dekah ke to yahan sab ka man dol gaya thaa tujhe kasie lagate hain…”
He kept mum but he was no longer blushing.
“ achaa chal ye bata ..sach sach mere kaise lagate hain…aur agar ye kaha ki nahin dekha hai to main bura maan jaungi…”
“Acche lagate hain…” no escape route was left for him.
“Aree aise thode hi…ye bata…jara detail main bata naa…kya man karta agar tujhe mil jayn…aur aaj teri birthday hai bol..cchiaye…na…ek baar bol ke dekh…”

“ haan ..yes …” he blurted.
“ to bol naa kya achcah lagata hai aur mil jaye to to kya karegaa tu….”
“ ji…size…and ..aur itte kade ..firm…rasile…” He was becoming more bold.
“Aur bol naa age kya karegaa…agar main tujhe ye de dun..aj teri birth day hai…khool ke bool…”

Main unhe choonuga dabaunga…hhob maje lunga…
She waited…and he continued
Aur kas kas ke choosunga..
Aree to meri samdahn ke kaun se kam hain meri tarah se to unkae bhi tantan hain 38 d to honge hai naa bol…
Han he accepted …
Are to jaise mere vaise unake…she had now tarpped him fully.
Arre muumy inkai apnap bahna ke saath ….to ye bahcanchod to hona hi chaate hain aap to inko…I could not suppress my smile and intervening.
Arre to bura kya hai…jawan mard hai…to tum kya sochti ho hamri umar main man nahi karata…han to boll…

.
When mom kept the phone she had made him say many things which I never dreamt…

I had opened a sissification site which taught men, how to look feminine perfectly and asked him to surf and learn...
“chal Mita koi baat nahin main hun na, chal ye sab seekh” and I caressed his tits over kurta.
I left him doing surfing and told chal in half an hour you should learn …and tell me what have you to do to become perfect like them…and left for the kitchen.
I wanted to give him some space.

Let him enjoy those sites…earlier to him it was only a fantasy but now he will mark his journey against many stories, thought and went for making mock tail.

While mixing mock tail I could not stop my grin…what mom has done today…unake maaike ki auraten….it was perfect deconstruction and demystification. What even inner feelings he had for his cousin…and I could not belive what taunts of mummy made him think…it was too much…but it was these women who had cast him what they thought as a perfect iron strong mould…but now that mould was broken.They were so proud that he confirms to what they made him believe is ‘good’….which excuded most of things which were joyous making him a perfect killjoy…but once the mould has started breaking…I will ensure that it crumbles and I make him as I wann him to be and I will show it off in his maikaa…
I landed up with two glasses of fruit pucnh with more than a dash of jamaikan rum and two large slices of ripe but hard mango….
Lo…tera thoda saa juice to meri nanad salli ne pi liya thaa….pointing towards cum stained picture guddi I mocked.
I looked at the site… And I said seriously …yes it will be nice idea when mom is here next time…why not…aur aaj tum unase kya kya bol rahe the…
Mummy bahoot …bahoot achchi  hain….he admitted and now he was reading….'if he looks like a wife, walks like a wife and speaks like a wife - he is a wife! The sooner you get him to accept his proper status the happier he'll be. Keep it secret from others by all means - just don't fool yourselves.'
Yes MITA …ab tum joru ke gulam hi nahin Joru ho acha chalo thodi der late hain and I brought him to bed using his feminine name.

JKG- mummy's b day wishes

Hay kaisa hai mera munnaa…birth day boy…she was in same jestfull mood.
I kept the speaker phone on. I had lifted his salwar and was trying to tie the nara.
Arre bolo naa…I coaxed him and told mom…
“are unki amma ne nara kholna to sikhadiya lean bndahan nahin sikhya.”
“To phir meri samdaan ko dosh do na …mere bichare muune ko kyon dosh deti ho”, she came in stout defence of his damad. And continued…
“aur bichari samdahn ko kyon…are vo ek baar nada khol deti thin to usake yaar bandhne hi nahi dete the nahi bishavas to us chinar ke poot se pooch lo…kyoin hai naa…arre bol na jab nada khula tha to toone kabhi us bulbul ke khoole laal munh ka darsan kiya thaa…”
I could not stop giglling and teased him…
“Hey mummy kuch pooch rahi hain batao naa…are isamame sharmane ki kya baat hai tumhari matribhoomi ke hi bare main pooch rahi hain…kyon tumko apni matribhoomi se pyaar nahi hai kya…aur vasie bhi aaj teri birthday hai to jahan se…”
Mom joined me in berating him
“.aur kya sahi to kah rahi hai meri beti....meri samdhan pe kitanon ne chadhai ki hogi....phir kisi ki safal chudai ke 9 mahine baad uski choot se...to phir aaj to us jagah ko yaad karane ka din hai hi....jisamne kisi ka lund gaya hoga....mast hoke gatagat lil hoga aur...are matribhoom kya saaf saaf kyon nahi kahti us pancha bahtari chinar ke poot se ki apnai maan ke bur ko...”
.now mom was in full swing....
He was blushing hard ...but was enjoying every word.
“Are kya laundiya ki tarh sharma rahe ho....mummy ki batton ka javab do na...sab sahi to kah rahi hain..”..I taunted.
“Arre iske gahr ki koi laundiya uarten to koi sharmati nahin....hindustan Pakistan sabko bantai phirtain hain to ye salla kyon shaama raha hai ...arre han ye to bata vo gift kaisi lagi ....vo dupataa...”
Now his silence was ....i stared at him and he responded hurriedly.
“Mummy acha hai....”
“Colour matching hain na..”.she aksed.
“Han ekdam” and he un consciously adjusted it over his peaks, answering.
Mom started explaining him ki dupatta kaise odha jata hai...how to show of luscious teats....and kase ada se gira ke adjust karana chahiye....
I goaded mom....mummy arre aaj apaki smadahn ne bacca jana ha koi sohar vohar and mom never required second prodding.....Are jaccha ka chotad nagada se....
One after another....are kahan se aya jira....are kisnai chodi jacha....munne ke mamma ne... and then pure gallis...Samdahn meri ari ammma teri gadah chodi ghoda chodi…
Ek jaye aaage dosar pichvade…
Teri amma chinar teri bahan chinar…Jo tel lagaye vo bhi chinar
Jo doodh pilaye vo bhi chinar
Keu hans ke lela kheu kas ke lellaa
Kehu dhaiya dhai Jobana baikayane lelaa
She aksed him to sing together and with some persuasion and force he too was singing...Chatank chandi main samdhan chudaai....
Mummy aaap kah rahi thin saasu ji inake maama se....ye inake maaam ke jane...
Aur kya unhone khhod mujase kaboola tha...jab vo baarat main aayi thin...are isaki shakal dekho na.....kya naam hai iski us mameri bahan ka....
Guddi I reminded her....

JKG-- Birth days joys continue

Mere bhaiya apane haath se ek glaas pani bhi nahi pite…I recalled my naand Guddi saying and smiled.

And then there was a pop a mail has arrived…it was mom and as I opened yes it was for him….
“Hey come on mom has send a male for you….opps mail” I giggled.
Just coming and he started blushing…
Mail had a picture of him …in shalwar kurta…and dupata.
He looked at me and I smiled …
You know main mummy se kuch nahin chupati and you had promised me now …
He was busy reading the mail and blushing.
Hey you must thank her now… and hesitantly he composed.
Now serial had started and we were watching and chatting…
I had given him a new name MITA…meaning saheli…and soon we were gossiping like sahelis.
He opened and I made his talk about Guddi…

“Hey kabhi uski chumii vummi li hai…”
“Dhat…”
“Touch vouch…”

and he started opening up.
“Yes…han…bas ek baar…ek shadi main ham sab lo gaye the…main so raha tha…rajai main…vo bhi mere bagal main aa ke so gayi….”
“Phir…” I goaded him further…
“My hand just strayed in sleep over her ….i saw that she is sleeping….and ..”

he was almost lost in dreams…”and I …I did not remove it. Nind main usaka sina halke halke frock se upar niche ho raha tha…”
“Kitti badi thi vo…kite saal pahale ki baat hai…”I asked softly.
“Karib do saal pahale ki …high school main padhati thi vo…maine haath hataya nahi…”
“To kya kiya…”I was not going to halt him here.
“Halke se chooa…jab vo jagi nahi to meri himaat badah gayi…aur maine bas bahoot dhire se frock ke upar se rajai ke andar daba diya…”
‘Phir…’my breath was also becoming laboured
“Phir…phir…”he was enjoying his new found courage…”sab log so rahe the…kamare main poora andhera tha…pata nahi kaise I never wanted to do….”
“Bolo no…nothing wrong you did…as you are saying….everybody was sleeping….so bol na phir kya…”.i was becoming impatient.
“Phir maine usaka sina halke se daba diya…before that I had not touched any girls …boobs….”
“Kitana bada tha…”I was encouraging him to start looking at her, just as a girl …some thing to be enjoyed…
And he confessed…”chota chota tha lekin bahoot mulayam rui ke phae jaisa …cotton ki frock thi …and I caressed it a bit…”
“Arre saaf saaf bolo na kya dabaya…kya sahalaya…”I was pushing him…
“Bola na…usaka sina….”
“Unhh…tumnhe itta sikhaya tha…now you will not use these words saaf saaf bol no…”

I was relentless.
“Usaka joban….4-5 minute…vo so hi rahi thi…phir mujhe laga shayad vo jag jaygi is liye main karvat kar ke so gaya.”
“Ok…usane agale din kisi se shikiyat to nhain ki…”I enquired.
“Nahin….everybody used to treat her as a small girl…but she …did not say anything only…”
“Han bolo naa kya boli…”
“She came to me…shadi ki gahmagahami main …we were alone on roof doing something and she told me…”
“bhaiya…apako raat main nind nahi aa rahi thi kya”

I was dumbstruck …ki kya vo jag rahi thi….but she giggled and said…aur mujeh bhi theek se nind nahi aarahi thi. And went down.
“Phir…”i quizzed.
“Din bhar main … vo jyada hi khush najar aa rahi thi…khoob chahak bhi rahi thi..apani friends ke saath ...aur uske saath  log mil ke decoration…main bhi un ke saath laga tha”
“She must have told you something...recall…I persisted. I know girls mind better than you.”
“Yes again while we were almost alone she whispered to me …
aap bahot sidhe ho.”
“And yes one more thing …”
“Han kya….”i was persistent.
“In the night a day before wedding she came and give me 15 Ruppes and told me to purchase a packet of carefree. She said she can not go and what she had brought has finished …and it is one day more only so…she also said that I should not tell anybody…”
I bought it for her and give it furtively.
“You are real budhu…I could not suppress my smile…she was confiding in you that next day she will be ready. Acha go and bring that album of our wedding…”

He brought it…I picked a snap of his barat where Guddi was dancing in full frenzy her duppata had fallen and ubhar could be seen….

“Hey dekho…isko…”touching her boobs in picture I brought his finger and kept it there..
He did not remove it.
“Bol mamme mast hain naa…poore dabane layak…itte bade hi the jab toone chooa tha.”
“Han…aise hi the…”
“Khoob kade kade rasile dabane main maja ayaa tha…”
“Haan…”he was lost in memory of that night when had fondled ….
I silently untied nara of shawar and slipped it down…and extricated his cock.
It was iron hard.
I guided his other hand there and he held his shaft.
“Dekh meri baat maan to main tujhe ye mast mamme dilva dungi ….bol to tune sirf choonchi pakdi thi upar se ya uski ghundi bhi chooi thi…”
“Na... han…ek baar halke se ghondi bhi chooi thi..choti choti thin…”
“Acha jab main dilvaungi …to usaka sina..uska joban pyar se pahale halke halake masllana…”
His eyes were half closed and he was lost …
“And phir uski ghundi pakd ke daba dena…bahoot maja ayega usko…”
I continued.
His hand has started squeezing….sliding on his rod.
“And phir halke se usake nipple ko pinch kar lena..chote chote hain to kya hua maja poora aayega usako…”
“Han yes” he was enjoying and whispering.
“And phir kas ke kachkacha uske mamme daba dena …ite dino se mere sajan ka man kar raha hai…khoob jam ke maje lena…dekhan thoda natak jarror karegi lekin phir jab maja aane lagage ga na to dekhana khood kahegi bahiya aur jor se dabao khoob mijo maslao”
Ab vo kas kas ke muthiya rahe the…

“Aur jor se karo na smajho tum us ko apane us maal ko chod rahe ho…choonchi to tum uski ek baar daba hi chuke ho…aur usane bura bhi nahin mana iska matalb….Yes yes…..
Uski choot khoob kasi kasi hai main to majaal main kai baar haath phera hai…aur holi main to panty ke andar haath dal ke halki si ungali bhi ki thi sirf tip hi ghus payi thi…aise thhodi…poori takat se peloge tab jake ghoos payegi us ki choot main…aur jaur se dhakke marro na…”
And he started increase of his fisting…
Yes yes 61…62….63…I kept on counting.
In one hand he was holding the snap…normally by 70…72 he will discharge…but today it went up to 80…81…and my nails scratched his supara and he came …with a splurge…
Thick white…glob…all splattered over her picture….
Ohh ohh he was coming to his senses but I further forced ,
“Are abhi bahoot malai bachi hai aur..aur …”

and he continued and this time again her picture was totally coated with his thick cum.
“Hey such a nice cum..she will be ever thankful…if she can know how much she arouses you …but next time ye sara usaki bur main jayega …and I picked malai from picture and took it to his lips…chat lo…”and he did it greedily.
I got up and picked up my camera…”hey clean that picture and use your lips…”
He was licking and cleaning…and I was snapping merrily…picture of cum on her snap, he licking it…his cock still semi erect…

It was the same picture over which I kept condoms and closed the album …when somebody came in our room….it was third day of our marriage and when he saw condom over picture of his favourite bahana…he felt so incensed….

I took a close up ….his lips were direcly on her boobs.
And phone rang…it was mom.

Hay kaisa hai mera munnaa…birth day boy…she was in same teasing mood.