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Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
JKG and mom comes....
He practiced for hours, how to wear high heels and even stocked kitchen with chicken, mutton , mango of different varieties ( mom had especially told him about that knowing his old aversion...)
Two days after mom came.
We had gone to station to receive her.
Two days after mom came.
We had gone to station to receive her.
JKG...and visit of his Mother in Law
when mom alighted from train; she was looking exquisite, just like a queen. Dressed perfectly in a designer white sari with red borders and a matching white silken sleeveless blouse, her tall 5-8 frame was almost dominating with gora bhara bahra mansal badan….and pearl string hung in her slender neck with a big pendent deeply ensconced in very low cut deep V neck of her blouse, showing of her ample bosom ….first look itself was able to enthral him and when she bend from the coach to hand over her suit case to him…aancahl carelessly shifted and he got a glimpse of what the blouse contained.
He was stunned, and only a shove of knee from me brought him back to sense.
He hastily bend to touch her feet…( it was something unexpected even for Mom….that too on platform….it is customary for a bahu to touch feet of all and sundry and she must bend properly…but for a Dammad even folding hand was too much and he…he always used to refer her as your mom).
Mom was pleasantly surprised and looked at me with satisfaction and delight. But she not only accepted it but pressed his head further …and also whispered….are theek se pair chuo. He touched not only both feet with hands but put his head too…and Mom’s red colour painted toe did something …he surreptitiously kissed it. Mom being mom…she responded by pressing his sandal further in his mouth. And then pulled him and hugged pressing herself very tightly.
Its impact was clear was visible during drive back home. He was driving and we were sitting on the back seat. He had fixed his back view mirror slyly so that he can sneak a look. And mom...she will adjust her ancahl, play with string of pearls and while talking with me, she will use innuendo about my saas and nanad…meant for his ears. Once when she caught him stealing a glance…she just made a pout and licked her very wet full lips.
It was difficult for me to wait for reaching home and I knew both other players are in the same condition.
We were sitting on the bed while he was lugging the luggage.
“ hey see, there is a spot of tea…that foolish waiter in the train…”
“Arre mom utara dijiye and it must be washed now agar stains pad gaya naa….” I said.
“But it will require careful hand wash and only stained portion…”
He had kept the luggage in Mom’s room which he so lovingly had decorated and was waiting for the next instructions, standing in front.
“ arrre mummy ye saaf kar denge …aur hana uske baad sukha ke smahal ke wardrobe meain rakh dena…” I told him.
“ ji…yes …”
Mom stood up and in most nonchalant manner very slowly removed her sari, first showing of her blouse bursting boobs and then turning and flaunting her 38+ rear, sheer crack and handed sari to him, now left in only blouse and saya.
He was just gawking at her, her boobs which were almost straining that perfectly cut sleeveless blouse to full, showing of every contour, her fair tummy deep navel and petticoat tied well below her waist.
“He dekh kya rahe ho jao apana kaam karo…”.suppressing my grin I rebuked him.
But mom, she was hell bent on making life of damad very miserable….
She took a yawn and raised her both hands and her armpits …full of hair and blouse was cut so from side …even a portion of her gora gora …
He almost tripped but went ahead to do his duty.
His bulge was now very clearly visible.
Mom looked at me and smiled…
” hota hai…hota hai…mujhe dekh le ….but your poor hubby he had lugged so much luggage …kuch to usko tip dena tha naa…
“tip ya …tit darshan…”
I could not suppress saying and both of us started giggling.
And he came back soon after finishing the core, waiting for next command.
“ Mummy aaap sandal uttar ke pair rakh ke upar aaram se baithiye naa…” I told and he got the hint.
“ laaiye main khol deta haun….” He got the hint and offered and she majestically pushed her feet towards him.
Sitting on his knees, he very lovingly, leisurely with almost caressing touches, opened the sandals and his gaze was fixed admiringly at her fair perfect feet adorned with silver toe rings, blood red pained nails and a silver anklet. As if inadvertently mom, gave a jerk and talava of sandal touched his cheeks.
He almost got electrocuted.
Pressure of his hands increased on her feet and his eyes were burning with desire. A nod from me admonished him. Yes time for kissing her feet will come later.
He went with sandal with look of`a child who had been offered and deprived of his lollipop.
Me and mom exchanged smiling glances meaningfully.
“Hey and after that make some good hot tea for us, “I asked.
“”And I had been told you make some good pakodas…mom tried to placate her dammad.
“ sure, Mummy abhi laya…” pleasure was dripping from his voice. He was eager to do anything to please her and be a ‘accha baccha’
Soon I was in the kitchen.
Onions, brinjals, potatos were properly sliced. Fresh chutney was kept in sauce bowls and tea was being made. Solution for making pakodas he had just prepared.
He was dressed also to a T, in pink apron and petticoat, dress prescribed for kitchen.
He was busy, doing his best to please his saas.
Silently I donned a plastic glove, dipped my right hand in the ghol (solution for pakodas, which had sliced chillies) with other hand lifted his petticoat from rear and thrust my middle finger with full force in his gaand.
“ OUIIIII…..” he shrieked with this sudden invasion.
“ kya hua….” Mom quizzed.
“ kuch nahin mummy main jara mirche check kar rahi thi” I replied giggling.
“ aare phir to mirchen abhi kam hain….jara us haraman ke jane randi ke poot se bolo”
“ ji Mummy …and he added some more chillies and spices.
But I conducted the taste again and this time I ensured my finger tip is pasted with some hot chilli piece.
However, this time he bit his lips and stifled his cry. But tears in eyes told their own story.
when mom alighted from train; she was looking exquisite, just like a queen. Dressed perfectly in a designer white sari with red borders and a matching white silken sleeveless blouse, her tall 5-8 frame was almost dominating with gora bhara bahra mansal badan….and pearl string hung in her slender neck with a big pendent deeply ensconced in very low cut deep V neck of her blouse, showing of her ample bosom ….first look itself was able to enthral him and when she bend from the coach to hand over her suit case to him…aancahl carelessly shifted and he got a glimpse of what the blouse contained.
He was stunned, and only a shove of knee from me brought him back to sense.
He hastily bend to touch her feet…( it was something unexpected even for Mom….that too on platform….it is customary for a bahu to touch feet of all and sundry and she must bend properly…but for a Dammad even folding hand was too much and he…he always used to refer her as your mom).
Mom was pleasantly surprised and looked at me with satisfaction and delight. But she not only accepted it but pressed his head further …and also whispered….are theek se pair chuo. He touched not only both feet with hands but put his head too…and Mom’s red colour painted toe did something …he surreptitiously kissed it. Mom being mom…she responded by pressing his sandal further in his mouth. And then pulled him and hugged pressing herself very tightly.
Its impact was clear was visible during drive back home. He was driving and we were sitting on the back seat. He had fixed his back view mirror slyly so that he can sneak a look. And mom...she will adjust her ancahl, play with string of pearls and while talking with me, she will use innuendo about my saas and nanad…meant for his ears. Once when she caught him stealing a glance…she just made a pout and licked her very wet full lips.
It was difficult for me to wait for reaching home and I knew both other players are in the same condition.
We were sitting on the bed while he was lugging the luggage.
“ hey see, there is a spot of tea…that foolish waiter in the train…”
“Arre mom utara dijiye and it must be washed now agar stains pad gaya naa….” I said.
“But it will require careful hand wash and only stained portion…”
He had kept the luggage in Mom’s room which he so lovingly had decorated and was waiting for the next instructions, standing in front.
“ arrre mummy ye saaf kar denge …aur hana uske baad sukha ke smahal ke wardrobe meain rakh dena…” I told him.
“ ji…yes …”
Mom stood up and in most nonchalant manner very slowly removed her sari, first showing of her blouse bursting boobs and then turning and flaunting her 38+ rear, sheer crack and handed sari to him, now left in only blouse and saya.
He was just gawking at her, her boobs which were almost straining that perfectly cut sleeveless blouse to full, showing of every contour, her fair tummy deep navel and petticoat tied well below her waist.
“He dekh kya rahe ho jao apana kaam karo…”.suppressing my grin I rebuked him.
But mom, she was hell bent on making life of damad very miserable….
She took a yawn and raised her both hands and her armpits …full of hair and blouse was cut so from side …even a portion of her gora gora …
He almost tripped but went ahead to do his duty.
His bulge was now very clearly visible.
Mom looked at me and smiled…
” hota hai…hota hai…mujhe dekh le ….but your poor hubby he had lugged so much luggage …kuch to usko tip dena tha naa…
“tip ya …tit darshan…”
I could not suppress saying and both of us started giggling.
And he came back soon after finishing the core, waiting for next command.
“ Mummy aaap sandal uttar ke pair rakh ke upar aaram se baithiye naa…” I told and he got the hint.
“ laaiye main khol deta haun….” He got the hint and offered and she majestically pushed her feet towards him.
Sitting on his knees, he very lovingly, leisurely with almost caressing touches, opened the sandals and his gaze was fixed admiringly at her fair perfect feet adorned with silver toe rings, blood red pained nails and a silver anklet. As if inadvertently mom, gave a jerk and talava of sandal touched his cheeks.
He almost got electrocuted.
Pressure of his hands increased on her feet and his eyes were burning with desire. A nod from me admonished him. Yes time for kissing her feet will come later.
He went with sandal with look of`a child who had been offered and deprived of his lollipop.
Me and mom exchanged smiling glances meaningfully.
“Hey and after that make some good hot tea for us, “I asked.
“”And I had been told you make some good pakodas…mom tried to placate her dammad.
“ sure, Mummy abhi laya…” pleasure was dripping from his voice. He was eager to do anything to please her and be a ‘accha baccha’
Soon I was in the kitchen.
Onions, brinjals, potatos were properly sliced. Fresh chutney was kept in sauce bowls and tea was being made. Solution for making pakodas he had just prepared.
He was dressed also to a T, in pink apron and petticoat, dress prescribed for kitchen.
He was busy, doing his best to please his saas.
Silently I donned a plastic glove, dipped my right hand in the ghol (solution for pakodas, which had sliced chillies) with other hand lifted his petticoat from rear and thrust my middle finger with full force in his gaand.
“ OUIIIII…..” he shrieked with this sudden invasion.
“ kya hua….” Mom quizzed.
“ kuch nahin mummy main jara mirche check kar rahi thi” I replied giggling.
“ aare phir to mirchen abhi kam hain….jara us haraman ke jane randi ke poot se bolo”
“ ji Mummy …and he added some more chillies and spices.
But I conducted the taste again and this time I ensured my finger tip is pasted with some hot chilli piece.
However, this time he bit his lips and stifled his cry. But tears in eyes told their own story.
Soon he reached with assortment of paodas sauce and tea.
“Hey just wait , let me go and wash my hands…she suggested.”
“ are mummy kanhe ko itta abda aadmai ye kahane ko hai….suno aap mummy ke bagal main baith jao naa aur unako apane hath se khila do”
He was too eager to comply, but his discomfiture and pleasure both were clear. Mom was still in her sleeveless white blouse and saya, although most of lower part was in quilt.
Hey tum bhi andar ghus jao na…and how could he refused her invitation.
With the first morsel, Mom bit his finger too teasingly.
Second one he offered was a baigani.
“ arre it is soo good….lagata hai tumko baigan bahoot pasand hai…mom mocked him in a double meaning tone.
“ are inhe hi kyon mummy meri naand ko bhi baoot pasand hai …baigan” I added in banter…
“arre achaa yaad dilaya kya naam hai tumhari us maameri…chinaal naand ka…are baraat main saare gaon vale jis ke piche pade the ab tak yaad karten hain us chinal ko”
“ Guddi …mummy” offering another baignai he blurted.
“ dekha mummy aap ne naam liya nahin…maine naam liya nahin…ab ye khood use chinal bata rahe hain…to main kaun sa galat kahti hun jo use chinal kahati hun.
He was blushing on his faux paus.
Mom very lovingly caressed his face and chided me,
“ Tum naa…jaan bhoojh ke bichare damaad ji ke piche pad jaati ho….aare vo bichare itane sidhe hain…ki sachhai kabool kar lete hain aur agar tumahari nanad chinal hai, haraman hai, saraae muaale main nain main matakaka karati hai dabvatai lagavatai phirati hai to usmain inkya kya dosh…vaise do saal pahale jab aayi thi dasvain main padahti thi tabhi gadara rahi thi…abhi kitane bade bade mera matalab …kya size hai usaki…”
He was non plussed. He dare not refuse answer to mom…and I prodded him,
“ are bata do naa isame sharamane ki kya baat hai…are uski bra ka number hi to pocch rahin hai …ye thod kah rahi hain ki tum uski dabate ho…bata do ..”
,
( and the reason for his discomfort was that he knew and he could not lie that he did not know. Actually …as it was planned that after the mom will leave we will go to his maiika and I suggested that we must carry some cloths for everybody as is customary and he gladly agreed. But then I told him that for Guddi we must know the correct size as I think we should shop for proper lingerie too. Before could think or try to get out of it I rang her up. My another desire was that their was very hot bonhomie till early days of my marriage but I cooled and I wanted to rekindle it. After a few pleasantries I told my naand, dekh tujahse baat kaarne ke liye koi baoot betab ho raha hai hai aur hann ….unhe tuumse vo koi svaal bhi pochenge…bata dena sahi sahi. Ekdam bahbahi hans ke vo boli and I gave phone to him. Accah to main kictehn main chal rahi hun kdhahai jal rahi ho gai…I said loudly but was very much there and also pressed speaker phone….she was chirping, eager to talk but he was bit hesitant. Soon he too warmed up. I whispered in his ear…pooch naa…kya size hai usaki…”
“ Sun yaar I want to bring some dresses…for you…he asked haltingly.
“ sure sure neki aur pocch pooch….main to kahane hi vaali thi….” Badi shokh aada main vo boli.
“ to jara apani size batao na …aur kaun si ….”
Now he too has started warming up.
“unhh…bhaiya…last time rakhi pe to aap laye the ..bas almost vahi…aur ekdam hot hot…yahan to sab vaisi hi milati hain…poorane style ki…”
“chinal garam ho rahi hai…I thought but I pestered him to ask directly.
“ haan…vo to par…mujhe uski nahin uski …u know what I mean…”
“ boliye naa bhaiya saaf saaf….mujhe kya maloom….” Salli sab janati thi par nakhade se vo boli.
“ aare vahi…he was fumbling..dress ke sath…andar…I mean under …bra…ki” he blurted.
“ bhiaya…aap kya pooch rahe hain…koi apani…ye sab poochata hai….” She was pretending to be coy.
“ bolo naa…” he persisted.
“ dhat mujhe sharam …nahi bataungi…aacha ap nadaz laga lijiye…” she was blushing but wanted to continue.
“ andaz main kaise manlo…galat ho jai…”
he too was now teasing her.
“ aare abde sidhe abn rahe hain jais emain janati nahin aapko …yaad hai apaki shadi main…jo apane gusee kaiya tha…vahi nikala than a…30…”
she was hotting up.
“ par tabase to do saal …tum aur badi ho…” he was coaxing her.”
“ saaf saaff kyon nahi kahate ki aur…do number badha gya hai..”
“ to 32…”
“ naa 32 C …aur pink colour….aa rahi hun main she told somebody calling her hand kept the phone down.)
“Hey just wait , let me go and wash my hands…she suggested.”
“ are mummy kanhe ko itta abda aadmai ye kahane ko hai….suno aap mummy ke bagal main baith jao naa aur unako apane hath se khila do”
He was too eager to comply, but his discomfiture and pleasure both were clear. Mom was still in her sleeveless white blouse and saya, although most of lower part was in quilt.
Hey tum bhi andar ghus jao na…and how could he refused her invitation.
With the first morsel, Mom bit his finger too teasingly.
Second one he offered was a baigani.
“ arre it is soo good….lagata hai tumko baigan bahoot pasand hai…mom mocked him in a double meaning tone.
“ are inhe hi kyon mummy meri naand ko bhi baoot pasand hai …baigan” I added in banter…
“arre achaa yaad dilaya kya naam hai tumhari us maameri…chinaal naand ka…are baraat main saare gaon vale jis ke piche pade the ab tak yaad karten hain us chinal ko”
“ Guddi …mummy” offering another baignai he blurted.
“ dekha mummy aap ne naam liya nahin…maine naam liya nahin…ab ye khood use chinal bata rahe hain…to main kaun sa galat kahti hun jo use chinal kahati hun.
He was blushing on his faux paus.
Mom very lovingly caressed his face and chided me,
“ Tum naa…jaan bhoojh ke bichare damaad ji ke piche pad jaati ho….aare vo bichare itane sidhe hain…ki sachhai kabool kar lete hain aur agar tumahari nanad chinal hai, haraman hai, saraae muaale main nain main matakaka karati hai dabvatai lagavatai phirati hai to usmain inkya kya dosh…vaise do saal pahale jab aayi thi dasvain main padahti thi tabhi gadara rahi thi…abhi kitane bade bade mera matalab …kya size hai usaki…”
He was non plussed. He dare not refuse answer to mom…and I prodded him,
“ are bata do naa isame sharamane ki kya baat hai…are uski bra ka number hi to pocch rahin hai …ye thod kah rahi hain ki tum uski dabate ho…bata do ..”
,
( and the reason for his discomfort was that he knew and he could not lie that he did not know. Actually …as it was planned that after the mom will leave we will go to his maiika and I suggested that we must carry some cloths for everybody as is customary and he gladly agreed. But then I told him that for Guddi we must know the correct size as I think we should shop for proper lingerie too. Before could think or try to get out of it I rang her up. My another desire was that their was very hot bonhomie till early days of my marriage but I cooled and I wanted to rekindle it. After a few pleasantries I told my naand, dekh tujahse baat kaarne ke liye koi baoot betab ho raha hai hai aur hann ….unhe tuumse vo koi svaal bhi pochenge…bata dena sahi sahi. Ekdam bahbahi hans ke vo boli and I gave phone to him. Accah to main kictehn main chal rahi hun kdhahai jal rahi ho gai…I said loudly but was very much there and also pressed speaker phone….she was chirping, eager to talk but he was bit hesitant. Soon he too warmed up. I whispered in his ear…pooch naa…kya size hai usaki…”
“ Sun yaar I want to bring some dresses…for you…he asked haltingly.
“ sure sure neki aur pocch pooch….main to kahane hi vaali thi….” Badi shokh aada main vo boli.
“ to jara apani size batao na …aur kaun si ….”
Now he too has started warming up.
“unhh…bhaiya…last time rakhi pe to aap laye the ..bas almost vahi…aur ekdam hot hot…yahan to sab vaisi hi milati hain…poorane style ki…”
“chinal garam ho rahi hai…I thought but I pestered him to ask directly.
“ haan…vo to par…mujhe uski nahin uski …u know what I mean…”
“ boliye naa bhaiya saaf saaf….mujhe kya maloom….” Salli sab janati thi par nakhade se vo boli.
“ aare vahi…he was fumbling..dress ke sath…andar…I mean under …bra…ki” he blurted.
“ bhiaya…aap kya pooch rahe hain…koi apani…ye sab poochata hai….” She was pretending to be coy.
“ bolo naa…” he persisted.
“ dhat mujhe sharam …nahi bataungi…aacha ap nadaz laga lijiye…” she was blushing but wanted to continue.
“ andaz main kaise manlo…galat ho jai…”
he too was now teasing her.
“ aare abde sidhe abn rahe hain jais emain janati nahin aapko …yaad hai apaki shadi main…jo apane gusee kaiya tha…vahi nikala than a…30…”
she was hotting up.
“ par tabase to do saal …tum aur badi ho…” he was coaxing her.”
“ saaf saaff kyon nahi kahate ki aur…do number badha gya hai..”
“ to 32…”
“ naa 32 C …aur pink colour….aa rahi hun main she told somebody calling her hand kept the phone down.)
Reverie of that conversation was hovering over both of us so when I prodded him he admitted to mom,
“32 C mummy …”
“ aare ah tab to bade mast joabn ho gaye hain teri us chinal ….ke ab to khoob khool ke dabavati misvati hogi….hain na…sun aisa karo…abaki tum use 10-5 din ke liye maire gaon bhej do…hain na uska bhi thoda man badal jayega aur…” she asked.
“ ekdam mummy…aur abaki jab ham inake maiake jayenge na…to I was thinking to bring her with us. Kyon theek hai naa…are mummy ne ek cheez to kahi aane ke bad”
I was forcing him to commit but he remained silent.
And mom just put her hand on his shoulder. Now blouse got pulled up and her bhare bahre badi mast chatiyan could be almost seen under translucent blouse. Now I realized she was wearing a half cup bra just for support. But his eyes were glued to her arm pits which had a strong aroma. Mom continued her attack,
“ hey are see now somebody will use her…do you think ki usaki mast …and yes you have the first right so …let her stay some time with you. You all three enjoy and then…send her are usake bade divaane hain teri sasusarll main bhi…aur main usako jara rahan sahan chalaa phirna…sab sikha dungi”
“ aur kya mummy aaj kal gaane aur arahar ke khet bhi khade honge gaaon main to maje hi maje hain…”
I also added and goaded , bolo naa.
“ theek hai mummy…” as his gaze wandered to upper part of her boobs now clearly visible. When he came back after keeping the plate, mom wanted to award him for his acceptance.
He dekh jara…some tickling kuch chunchuna raha hai…and she raised her arm pit.
He made his face very close.
Her arms were really beautiful and now those hairs…it was a strange overpowering smell….
Thoda pass se dekho naa…I also hinted and he pressed his face almost close to arm pits.
Some sweat is there mummy, he told.
To saaf kar do na we both said in unison and when he raised his hand I forbid,
“are vahi isi haath se khana banoage…why don’t you use lips now they have become expert in cleaning everywhere, I said and mom smiled.
It was too much for him and he pressed his greedy hungry lips to her sweety smelly hairy armpits as if there is no tomoorow.
He took a sniff and then another and kissed it heartily. it was followed by a small lick starting from arm and terminating in arm pits and after that…lick after lick…he was salivating , kissing licking enjoying it.
He took a sniff and then another and kissed it heartily . it was followed by a small lick starting from arm and terminating in arm pits and after that…lick after lick…he was salivating , kissing licking enjoying it.
Mom covered him with quilt and pressed her arm closely. Now her arm was over him and his head was squashed in her arm pit. But the sound emanating from there that he is enjoying every bit of it, licking, kissing, and sucking juices from her hairy succulent flashy armpit. Mom was goading him further and guided his hand to her boob over the blouse.
Gingerly he kept it there but mom pressed it teasing,
“ are teri mummy ke bhi to aise hi…samajho usi ke pakade ho…kyon kaisa lag raha hai ….hai naa majedar rasbahara….”
I could see his hands barely touching pressing and as if it was not enough, mom’s feet too came into action. She knew how much he adores her feet and slowly she lifted his petticoat and started caressing his dick with her feet. It was her red colour painted big toe and then …she caught it between her feet and slowly started massaging it. His prick was already hard but she was unrelenting. Face getting squashed in her moist, hairy, luscious armpit his hand hovering over touching cupping her 36dd ample, firm boobs barely covered under blouse and now her feet. She kept teasing his prick, rubbing place between his fully aroused cock and balls, and then with both feet together slowly she removed skin form his cock head and one toe with toe ring was just teasing pressing his naked bulbous fully aroused supara and other went behind his rear and her toe straight went to his gaand and started teasing there. He was so keyed up, so aroused, he was moaning writhing and now his hands had grabbed the boobs. She pressed his hand further on her boobs and taunted,
“ le le…acaha bol bhejega naa apani bahan ko maire pass…bol …madarc..”
Sound which came out from under the armpit can only be said affirmative.
“ Le le…daba kas kas ke…apani mummy ka doodh…are hichakata kyon hai…teri mummy sabse dabavati hai…taire maama se …galli ke…bol dabayegaa naa uskai are bahot maja ayega usko bhi aur tujhko bhi…pahale dabana, phir ..kas kas ke dudhdu pina jaise bcapan main paite the naa…”
And now she was rubbing his cock with full speed between her two gore gore feet. Chime of bells of her silver anklet indicating that how moment is reaching its crescendo and when there is slightest doubt of him reaching climax …she will slow down without taking a pause…and then again start rubbing with renewed gusto. I was feeling proud as my efforts …massaging it with shilajit and sande ka tail has made it so strong that with so much arousal it was hard like lohe ka khamaba. Mom had added verbal invectives too to arouse him…
“ madarchod…bol…teri maan kaa bhonsada…bol lega maja usake bhosade ka…bahoot ras hoga…haramn ka jana randi ka poot…saalla, bahan ka bhandua….”
And this barrage of gaalis added with her foot massage for more than 10 minutes…she knew that he is just on the verge of …and she left him like that, without release and moved to her room saying,
“ ok I think now I will unpack and get fresh.”
Poor he…he was writhing, wriggling…
I took pity lifted the quilt and grabbed his fully hard Lund and started massaging it.
“ bahoot kas ke kahda hai …ab kya karoge…main bataun…jo meri chinal naand hain naa ari vahi teri hone valli rakahil Guddi salli, chootamarano…bas ye usaki kachi choot main pail do …theek rahega na..socho naa..teri us pyari bahan ki uthi hui tange …phailai hui gori gori jaanghe…aur uske bich..uski kachi…kamsin kishor tight choot main…kachakcah ke jate hua Lund…”
and with those words…I increased my tempo. His supara was still unsheathed and my index finger was gently tapping there. I further teased… “ to bol haan…jab main tumko taire maikae le juangi to…isse ghusaiayga naa uski kasi kasi phuddi main…hans hans ke ghontegi teri bahna apani choot main…”
Mom covered him with quilt and pressed her arm closely. Now her arm was over him and his head was squashed in her arm pit. But the sound emanating from there that he is enjoying every bit of it, licking, kissing, and sucking juices from her hairy succulent flashy armpit. Mom was goading him further and guided his hand to her boob over the blouse.
Gingerly he kept it there but mom pressed it teasing,
“ are teri mummy ke bhi to aise hi…samajho usi ke pakade ho…kyon kaisa lag raha hai ….hai naa majedar rasbahara….”
I could see his hands barely touching pressing and as if it was not enough, mom’s feet too came into action. She knew how much he adores her feet and slowly she lifted his petticoat and started caressing his dick with her feet. It was her red colour painted big toe and then …she caught it between her feet and slowly started massaging it. His prick was already hard but she was unrelenting. Face getting squashed in her moist, hairy, luscious armpit his hand hovering over touching cupping her 36dd ample, firm boobs barely covered under blouse and now her feet. She kept teasing his prick, rubbing place between his fully aroused cock and balls, and then with both feet together slowly she removed skin form his cock head and one toe with toe ring was just teasing pressing his naked bulbous fully aroused supara and other went behind his rear and her toe straight went to his gaand and started teasing there. He was so keyed up, so aroused, he was moaning writhing and now his hands had grabbed the boobs. She pressed his hand further on her boobs and taunted,
“ le le…acaha bol bhejega naa apani bahan ko maire pass…bol …madarc..”
Sound which came out from under the armpit can only be said affirmative.
“ Le le…daba kas kas ke…apani mummy ka doodh…are hichakata kyon hai…teri mummy sabse dabavati hai…taire maama se …galli ke…bol dabayegaa naa uskai are bahot maja ayega usko bhi aur tujhko bhi…pahale dabana, phir ..kas kas ke dudhdu pina jaise bcapan main paite the naa…”
And now she was rubbing his cock with full speed between her two gore gore feet. Chime of bells of her silver anklet indicating that how moment is reaching its crescendo and when there is slightest doubt of him reaching climax …she will slow down without taking a pause…and then again start rubbing with renewed gusto. I was feeling proud as my efforts …massaging it with shilajit and sande ka tail has made it so strong that with so much arousal it was hard like lohe ka khamaba. Mom had added verbal invectives too to arouse him…
“ madarchod…bol…teri maan kaa bhonsada…bol lega maja usake bhosade ka…bahoot ras hoga…haramn ka jana randi ka poot…saalla, bahan ka bhandua….”
And this barrage of gaalis added with her foot massage for more than 10 minutes…she knew that he is just on the verge of …and she left him like that, without release and moved to her room saying,
“ ok I think now I will unpack and get fresh.”
Poor he…he was writhing, wriggling…
I took pity lifted the quilt and grabbed his fully hard Lund and started massaging it.
“ bahoot kas ke kahda hai …ab kya karoge…main bataun…jo meri chinal naand hain naa ari vahi teri hone valli rakahil Guddi salli, chootamarano…bas ye usaki kachi choot main pail do …theek rahega na..socho naa..teri us pyari bahan ki uthi hui tange …phailai hui gori gori jaanghe…aur uske bich..uski kachi…kamsin kishor tight choot main…kachakcah ke jate hua Lund…”
and with those words…I increased my tempo. His supara was still unsheathed and my index finger was gently tapping there. I further teased… “ to bol haan…jab main tumko taire maikae le juangi to…isse ghusaiayga naa uski kasi kasi phuddi main…hans hans ke ghontegi teri bahna apani choot main…”
and with two fingers I squeezed his supara. There was a drop of pre cum. My long pointed nail entered in his peephole and teased, while other finger pressed his gaand ka hole…number of drops of pre cum came out. I touched it with tip of my index finger, licked it showing him naughtily and got up.
Vow I said enjoying the taste.
Mom was calling.
Hey chal naa mummy bula rahai hain ..
and dragged him to the room which he had prepared for her.
Vow I said enjoying the taste.
Mom was calling.
Hey chal naa mummy bula rahai hain ..
and dragged him to the room which he had prepared for her.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
JKG...training and preparation for Mom's visit
Of course he had ‘bed tea’ in the morning.
And the news he was so eagerly waiting for came in lunch.
He was eating his ‘muffins’ ( I mean my muff) post lunch when Mom rang. I put the speaker phone on.
“Yes I can listen to that noise, she told. Tell that madarchod...main do din main aa rahi hun....bata dene us haram jade, randi ke jane chinar ke poot ko....he should be ready in all respects....agar maine kuch bhi gadabad payaa na to maar maar ke chootar laal kar dungi”When I asked her would she like to talk to him she giggled,
“ no no I know right know he is busy and he must have listened to every word....just only tell that madarchod....to read more stories of the type .kam se kam 4=5 aur mer samdahn ko yaad kar ke ...khol ke apane hath main leke ...aur mian raat main phone pe puchungi eke k kahani ke bare main.........I have to rush to my kitty. And she hung up.
And at the same time I squeezed his head kas ke ...I was on the verge and checked his bulge with my feet....yes he was hard. My goodness...mom’s words about his mom ...those gallis had strong effect on him.
He was eating his ‘muffins’ ( I mean my muff) post lunch when Mom rang. I put the speaker phone on.
“Yes I can listen to that noise, she told. Tell that madarchod...main do din main aa rahi hun....bata dene us haram jade, randi ke jane chinar ke poot ko....he should be ready in all respects....agar maine kuch bhi gadabad payaa na to maar maar ke chootar laal kar dungi”When I asked her would she like to talk to him she giggled,
“ no no I know right know he is busy and he must have listened to every word....just only tell that madarchod....to read more stories of the type .kam se kam 4=5 aur mer samdahn ko yaad kar ke ...khol ke apane hath main leke ...aur mian raat main phone pe puchungi eke k kahani ke bare main.........I have to rush to my kitty. And she hung up.
And at the same time I squeezed his head kas ke ...I was on the verge and checked his bulge with my feet....yes he was hard. My goodness...mom’s words about his mom ...those gallis had strong effect on him.
And when he came up....he could not restrain his enthusiasm....on how to welcome mom...unhe kya acha lagata hai...what should he do to please her.
Yes that was what I wanted and I pushed him further.
“Do you recall ...you had date for trial today with Bobby tailor...”
“Yes yes ...I know they are very punctual ....I will be there.”
Typical habits of males, they will prejudge everything as if they have repository of all the knowledge. But I let it pass this time.
“ listen ...learn to listen....you know I had given choli and blouses too...last time I got some made for you but that was ....just you know...andaz se....and mom is very punctilious about perfect fit. So every choli and blouse has to be ...trial should be done with matching bra....and Mom will judge you by that too....your selection of proper lingerie with dress...”
He was in rapt attention.
“ but the problem is ...your size is what they say queen size....+ size....and the shop I shop does not have that type of size as normally younger females go there.”
“ So ...what to do....” he too was perplexed.
“ I don’t know....it is something you can not just check from yellow pages and ...normally only a lady who is confidante will share such titbits. And if I had time may be I could ...but I had to go to Mrs Khanna....you know....only koi auart who is ...richly endowed....you know what I mean...”
I let the pause hang for a few minutes and then...handed him the solution for which I had created this problem.
“ there is an option. No ...but it will not work....you will not be able to do it...you have not yet reached that level...but I cannot see any other and I should have been with Ms Khanna 5 minutes ago.”
“ tell me...no problem....I will do it.” He was too eager to please Mom.
“ Ms De Mello, see she had ample bosom and ...she always wears perfect matches...what should be her size...arre tumhe apane secretary ki size nahin mallom...use dekh ke mukhe apani sass ki yaad aati hai....”
“ yes she is richly endowed ....but ...how can she help.”
“simple...today you know there is not much work load...middle of week and all that...call her in your cabin, give her bosom some appreciative glances ...ask her ...over the coffee....and she will tell you from where she shops for her undergarments.”
She dropped me at Ms Khanna where there was some discussion about next women’s club elections.
Of course I had briefed Ms De Mello beforehand.
And it was a tough threshold to cross for him.
First time he looked at ample boobs of Ms De Mello as a male should look at ...drooling with appreciative glances.
And it was Ms DeMello who had to take intaitive,
“Sir you wanted to ask something.”
“Yes yes.”..he was heittaing...”I hope ….will not mind...and please don’t call me Sir when we are alone...you wear very nice fitting garments.”
“ thanks Sir” and she just pushed her bountiful boobs a bit more.
“actually I was looking for you know, some....good shop...some...where they sell ...ok under garments....as a gift” he blurted with difficulty.
“ I know but Madam’s size is different and mine is ..what they call + size...and there are very few shops which keep them...so for whom you want to shop Sir...and any way I know them...if you want to...”
“no ...no ...yes not for Madam....it is between you and me...can you tell me location...I will be very thankful.”
He was almost unctuous.
“ no problem Sir...” and now she stood behind him...her ample bosom from her dress almost touching cape of his neck...and gave him address.
And this time when she left his cabin ...first time he stood up and thanked her profusely, a task he should have done every time when he met a female accepting their normal superiority.
We met at the shop. It was well stocked. ( he though afternoon time will be less crowded but he was wrong as usual, most women do such sopping at this time only and ...it was well populated with mostly 30 + ... ladies and some even younger once)
I selected number of them, some will go well with blouse some with noodle strap choli and a few padded ones....
But when I told him to take them...to trial room and check...he was flabbergasted. But I almost shooed him....
When he came out ...all ladies were looking at him... a man coming out after checking the bras...
And I rubbed further...theek thi naa...all of them… and he nodded his head, with a long face.
Arre smile yaar and holding his hand I said to no one in particular,
“ actually they are a surprise gift for his Mom....you know he likes her....and their sizes are so similar...janu it will be perfect and she will be so happy.”
At home he had taken the responsibility of cleaning and preparing Mom’s room.
JKG traiing and my mom...adds to his...
“ 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…
“ aur maja aaya raat main apani bahana ko chodane main….kaise hachak hachak ke naam le le ke chod rahe the salli ko…hai naa…”
He blushed and smiled, but I continued insistently.
“ jab aise chodane main itta maja aaraha tha tumhe…to socho jab sach main milegi…gahbdao mat 10-15 din main jab tere maike challenge naa…bina chode chodana mat salli ko badi phudakati hai naa jab ek baar phuddi main ….apana Lund ghontaoge naa..”
And as he turned his back for going to office I made parting remarks…
“ Bahanchod…to bana hi diya hai tujhe…aab…Maddarchod…kasi choot ke saath bhonsade ka...” tone was slow but surely audible to him.
“ 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…
“ aur maja aaya raat main apani bahana ko chodane main….kaise hachak hachak ke naam le le ke chod rahe the salli ko…hai naa…”
He blushed and smiled, but I continued insistently.
“ jab aise chodane main itta maja aaraha tha tumhe…to socho jab sach main milegi…gahbdao mat 10-15 din main jab tere maike challenge naa…bina chode chodana mat salli ko badi phudakati hai naa jab ek baar phuddi main ….apana Lund ghontaoge naa..”
And as he turned his back for going to office I made parting remarks…
“ Bahanchod…to bana hi diya hai tujhe…aab…Maddarchod…kasi choot ke saath bhonsade ka...” tone was slow but surely audible to him.
I could not suppress my smile thinking about all this.
Yes and no…I never wanted to make him neuter …or asexual…my voyage was different from normal femdom or sissification. I was surfing thorough some routine sissification sites
I was…yes…my aim was to make him amoral sexually…so that straight jacket upbringing under which he has been brought up, he should be able to change. I was giving him a new world view jo kahate hain naa…najariya…dekhane ka tarika….the way he should approach….and last night the way jis tarah usane mujhe apni us mameri bahan maan ke ragad ke…sure…there is a sea change …and I could not wait visiting my sassural again …a place I never looked ahead to visit. But this time and more so…to accost my nanad rani …ohh yes and suddenly I recalled my bet…sure it will be so good and so many things I can made her do…and surely I will make him do his favorite bhaiya, who was supposed to be soo sidha…and my thoughts went back to morning…bed tea…yes he said every morning and sure who I am to deny my saajan…he wants it and he will get it.
Yes I was trying to take his sexuality to a new height where he will not make any distinctions…those artificial ones and…surely….he will be …he is my pet. Will dress as I want him to…and the way he is succumbing….
He was back for lunch and sure his lunch was not complete without eating me. and today I had very juicy long mango pieces added….with my choot ras…he kept on sucking, nibbling and many times I will guide his searching exploring tongue to even my rear hole….i was denying myself and making him prolong my misery…and when I came…I kept on rubbing his lips with my cunt brusquely, forcefully. After lunch again when he went back …scent of my lower lips were very strong on his upper lips….this was going to be routine.
And before he must have reached the office, Mom rang.
She was so happy listening to our morning adventures. Only I got a reprimand….I should have went ahead for giving him“ breakfast” too.
“ sab kuhch main hi sikkha padha dungi to saas aake kya karnegi” I teased her.
“ are jaise too usake apani naand ke liye taiyar kar rahi hai naa usase jayada dekhana main use teri saas ke liye taiyar kar dungi…” and we both burst into raucous laughter.
“ Sach Mummy bada maja aayega...aap sach main bol rahi hain yaa majak kar rahi hain...” i asked. I doubted.
“ arrre tu dekhati jaa...cent paer cent sach... aare apni smadhan ka khayal main nahin rakhungi to kaun rakhegaa...sab kuch karavayenge ham usase...”and she further quizzed..aur haan ….to too abhi usko breakfat tak nahin pahuncha pyi naa..dekhan main to lunch dinner sab….”
“Ekdam mummy bada maja aaygea milake uski …abhi ek aur se to kore hi hain…milake nath utaraenge…” I added but vo to meri bhi maan thin….
“ are haan mujhe maaloom hai vo maire pichavde ka divana hai to main bhi use badale main uske pichvade kaa bhi to…” and we again were giggling.
“…does he love to lick sweaty arm pits…” Mom enquired.
I confessed I have no idea, I have not yet tried that.
“ yes and do you recall…teri saas …meri samdhan ki bhi badi rasili kanakhe hain…jaroor bachpan main isane tank jahan ki hogi…. Maja to tab hai jab teri saas kaa naam laine se hi uska tan tanaane lage….and added ..main kal arm pit shave karane vaali thi par soch rahi hun nahin karun...sleeveless main use accha lagegea...ekdam teri saas ki tarah”
“ Ekdam mummy mujhe mallom hai ki ek baar aap ka hath lag gaya naa to ba vo becahare kya ho jayegaa use khood bhi nahin mallom…”
“Ekdam mummy bada maja aaygea milake uski …abhi ek aur se to kore hi hain…milake nath utaraenge…” I added but vo to meri bhi maan thin….
“ are haan mujhe maaloom hai vo maire pichavde ka divana hai to main bhi use badale main uske pichvade kaa bhi to…” and we again were giggling.
“…does he love to lick sweaty arm pits…” Mom enquired.
I confessed I have no idea, I have not yet tried that.
“ yes and do you recall…teri saas …meri samdhan ki bhi badi rasili kanakhe hain…jaroor bachpan main isane tank jahan ki hogi…. Maja to tab hai jab teri saas kaa naam laine se hi uska tan tanaane lage….and added ..main kal arm pit shave karane vaali thi par soch rahi hun nahin karun...sleeveless main use accha lagegea...ekdam teri saas ki tarah”
“ Ekdam mummy mujhe mallom hai ki ek baar aap ka hath lag gaya naa to ba vo becahare kya ho jayegaa use khood bhi nahin mallom…”
“ aur usake pahane vahanane ka dhang…” she interrupted and I explained to him his latest dressing habits. We kept on exchanging notes and she told me some ideas, gave some instruction, and with assurance that with two three days she will be with us hung the phone but now without parting remark… “ it is becoming hard for her to keep her hands of him.”
I went for shopping but not before giving some instructions.. to Ms DeMello, his secretary, telling very clearly that these instructions were to be given 15 minutes before he leaves from office.
And sure, she barged into his office with a catalogue of feminine dresses and showed,
“ Madam rang up and asked me to show these dresses to you. You will have to select one of them and I will ring up Bobby Tailor….that famous ladies tailor…yes and you will have to drop at the shop and give measures. “
Discomfiture was writ large on his face but that was what I wanted to shatter his authority figure…even in office, esp. before his lady secretary to whom he was in habit of bossing around before….
She turned the knife further …
“ Sir and if You permit…I think this one will suit perfectly on you….”
It was a green garrara.
He took it looked at it liking it but pretending to be busy on a phone.
As if this was not enough, she did not stop and added further,
“ Sir and one more thing she said…and it was probably from your mother in law…she had enjoyed a story very much one net …something about Maan bete ki… some mother son.. she even mentioned page and gave me thread too….if you are busy Sir…I will open it…she had told that you better read it before going to home and that tailor is very particular about time Sir so…” and she moved to internet.
“No no …yes I will …open it …and yes you are correct and keep this catalogue here”
Half sweating, half mumbling…. he babbled.
“ And should I …Ms DeMello was not buzzing. Looking at him trying to open the net…but waiting for her to go.
“ yes Ms DeMello…you can tell Bobby Tailor that I will be there in time. And leave the catalogue with me.
And when he came back he was half puffing and I knew it. He would not like his secretary to be part of…and I knew it. I quizzed, with slightly stern tone.
“ Did you gave measurement ….
“ yes …I was there in time.” H was shifting to accha bacaha mode.
“ good and …I had given that tailor some cloths for new choli cut blouse too…Mom told me that you should get measured exactly and not andaz se …you know…”
“Yes that …was also …taken…and that cloth is very nice…’ now he was trying to please me and in this he even did not notice my reference to mom.
“ OK …and now ….I am waiting….for tea for you, change and….yes make some pakaodis too…I am waiting…” I gave him a smile.
And he beamed…bas abhi laya and rushed to kitchen.
These men they have to be kept on a tight leash…I grinned. One must know when to give reward and when to…
But today I wanted to tight screws further…and wanted to catch him…even a slightest mistake will do….
And I caught him in kitchen.
He was wearing his frilly pink flowery apron which he got as an award in Ms Taneja’s class as best student ….he could not have dreamt…even touching with a barge pole…in his previous avatar.
But pants….it was strictly office dress….he was not supposed to wear pant at home. Only one person could do that and that was me.
I just stared at his pants and he realized…
“sorry main…jaldi….i thought you are hungry…” his hands were coated with besan and tea was whistling ….
I just stormed out from kitchen. He should realize that it is bellow my dignity to utter a single word….
And soon he came with tea and pakoda properly in tray…and attired in petticoat and in apron…dress for kitchen…and red sindoor in his mang…exactly as he should be in home. But there was another negative mark and …no apron outside kitchen…and he realized that.
I wanted him to be on tenterhooks…permanently.
And when he came …minus apron…I asked him to sit down but in a soft tone.
And even offered him a pkaoda.
He was too glad. And now when I told him that dress idea was exactly mom’s he felt so happy. And said…
“hey but when she is coming…”
“Why don’t you phone her and don’t forget to thank her…but finish your nashta first …you will also be hungry.” I encouraged him.
And sure, she barged into his office with a catalogue of feminine dresses and showed,
“ Madam rang up and asked me to show these dresses to you. You will have to select one of them and I will ring up Bobby Tailor….that famous ladies tailor…yes and you will have to drop at the shop and give measures. “
Discomfiture was writ large on his face but that was what I wanted to shatter his authority figure…even in office, esp. before his lady secretary to whom he was in habit of bossing around before….
She turned the knife further …
“ Sir and if You permit…I think this one will suit perfectly on you….”
It was a green garrara.
He took it looked at it liking it but pretending to be busy on a phone.
As if this was not enough, she did not stop and added further,
“ Sir and one more thing she said…and it was probably from your mother in law…she had enjoyed a story very much one net …something about Maan bete ki… some mother son.. she even mentioned page and gave me thread too….if you are busy Sir…I will open it…she had told that you better read it before going to home and that tailor is very particular about time Sir so…” and she moved to internet.
“No no …yes I will …open it …and yes you are correct and keep this catalogue here”
Half sweating, half mumbling…. he babbled.
“ And should I …Ms DeMello was not buzzing. Looking at him trying to open the net…but waiting for her to go.
“ yes Ms DeMello…you can tell Bobby Tailor that I will be there in time. And leave the catalogue with me.
And when he came back he was half puffing and I knew it. He would not like his secretary to be part of…and I knew it. I quizzed, with slightly stern tone.
“ Did you gave measurement ….
“ yes …I was there in time.” H was shifting to accha bacaha mode.
“ good and …I had given that tailor some cloths for new choli cut blouse too…Mom told me that you should get measured exactly and not andaz se …you know…”
“Yes that …was also …taken…and that cloth is very nice…’ now he was trying to please me and in this he even did not notice my reference to mom.
“ OK …and now ….I am waiting….for tea for you, change and….yes make some pakaodis too…I am waiting…” I gave him a smile.
And he beamed…bas abhi laya and rushed to kitchen.
These men they have to be kept on a tight leash…I grinned. One must know when to give reward and when to…
But today I wanted to tight screws further…and wanted to catch him…even a slightest mistake will do….
And I caught him in kitchen.
He was wearing his frilly pink flowery apron which he got as an award in Ms Taneja’s class as best student ….he could not have dreamt…even touching with a barge pole…in his previous avatar.
But pants….it was strictly office dress….he was not supposed to wear pant at home. Only one person could do that and that was me.
I just stared at his pants and he realized…
“sorry main…jaldi….i thought you are hungry…” his hands were coated with besan and tea was whistling ….
I just stormed out from kitchen. He should realize that it is bellow my dignity to utter a single word….
And soon he came with tea and pakoda properly in tray…and attired in petticoat and in apron…dress for kitchen…and red sindoor in his mang…exactly as he should be in home. But there was another negative mark and …no apron outside kitchen…and he realized that.
I wanted him to be on tenterhooks…permanently.
And when he came …minus apron…I asked him to sit down but in a soft tone.
And even offered him a pkaoda.
He was too glad. And now when I told him that dress idea was exactly mom’s he felt so happy. And said…
“hey but when she is coming…”
“Why don’t you phone her and don’t forget to thank her…but finish your nashta first …you will also be hungry.” I encouraged him.
He just gobbled it and was in a tearing rush to phone.
The way he was blushing, thanking smiling and colour was changing on his face; I knew Mom is making mincemeat of him.
I switched on speaker phone and mom’ voice teasing voice came,
“ are Haramajaade….randi ke poot…chinal ke jane…ab tak to main samjahati thi ki sirf tere mama se chudava ke ….lekin kya us muhalle ka naam hain naa tere sahar main…”
Mom was targeting my sass…knowingly.
“ kalin gunj mummy ….” Maine tukada lagaya ( it was name of very famous red light are of my sasuaraal).
“ han jahan vo teri bahan…part time har sham ko ja ke khadi rahati hai…” she further continued.
“ Mummy…mujhe to lagata hai us ke andar bhi vahan ke bhanduon ka …”
“arre teri saare sausraal vale aise hi hain…she told me and again asked him” acha bol vo jo kahani boli thi maan bête valli padhi ki nahin…”
“ haan.. padhi…” he was sweating and speaking haltingly.
“ dekh maan...baite kaise maja karate hai na....yahi sachha prem... beta kaise talkataki laga ke usake duddu dekhata tha khoob gadaraye....ekdam meri smadhan ki tarah...kya masti ki..usane...padh ke kuch kuch hua ki nahin....are taire pass bhi to Maan hain...”
she kept on mocking.
But I could see although he was blushing but enjoying and...to my surprise I could discern a distinct bulge....beginning of a tent pole.
The way he was blushing, thanking smiling and colour was changing on his face; I knew Mom is making mincemeat of him.
I switched on speaker phone and mom’ voice teasing voice came,
“ are Haramajaade….randi ke poot…chinal ke jane…ab tak to main samjahati thi ki sirf tere mama se chudava ke ….lekin kya us muhalle ka naam hain naa tere sahar main…”
Mom was targeting my sass…knowingly.
“ kalin gunj mummy ….” Maine tukada lagaya ( it was name of very famous red light are of my sasuaraal).
“ han jahan vo teri bahan…part time har sham ko ja ke khadi rahati hai…” she further continued.
“ Mummy…mujhe to lagata hai us ke andar bhi vahan ke bhanduon ka …”
“arre teri saare sausraal vale aise hi hain…she told me and again asked him” acha bol vo jo kahani boli thi maan bête valli padhi ki nahin…”
“ haan.. padhi…” he was sweating and speaking haltingly.
“ dekh maan...baite kaise maja karate hai na....yahi sachha prem... beta kaise talkataki laga ke usake duddu dekhata tha khoob gadaraye....ekdam meri smadhan ki tarah...kya masti ki..usane...padh ke kuch kuch hua ki nahin....are taire pass bhi to Maan hain...”
she kept on mocking.
But I could see although he was blushing but enjoying and...to my surprise I could discern a distinct bulge....beginning of a tent pole.
And mom rubbed further....
“Aur meri samdahn kisi se kam thode hi hain...ye joban gadaaryi jawani ekdam gadagadova...abhi bhi chootar`mataka ke jab chalati hai....bol kahada hota hai naa soch soch ke ...”
And I pressed at his bulge ...yes it was reacting very hard.
He also realized it was becoming too hot and tried to change the topic.
“ mummy aap kab tak aaiyegaa....”
But she was not let him escape and ask again..” Bol tantana raha hai ki nahi soch soch ke ...” and when he did not respond she asked me. I rubbed his tentpole and answered...
“ han mummy upar se to lag raha hai kuch kuch hota hai...”
Mom further goaded me ...
“ arre upar se kya khol ke dekh....meri samdhan ki itti mast gadaryi rasili..ye ho nahi sakta ...” and meanwhile i had taken his cock out. It was stiff hard. Joining the teasing i pulled open cock head and rubbed my thumb on his exposed red bulbous supari and told mom,
“ han mummy ekdam tanatan hai aap sach hi kahati thin ye sirf behanchod hi nahin...”
“Madarchod...bhi hain” she completed my sentence laughing but again defended her damad. “ aur isame galati kya hai...baarat main unake dekh ke kiska iman nahin dol gaya thaa...nau, dhobi, sab to ye to javan mard hai...aur “ again he question was focussed on him raising his discomfiture...” accha bol...tu kya bina kisi ke chode paida ho gaya hoga..bol...kisi ne to meri samdhan ko choda hoga...bol”
He was gulping spit and i further added berating him, “ arre Mom is asking something why don’t you reply vaise to kahate rahate ho Mummmy ayengi to ye karenege vo karaenge lekin...”
Mom got the clue and pretended to be angry...
“ Dekh tu meri baat ka jaavb nahi de raha hai to main nahin aaungi...”
“ Nahin Mummy aisi baat nahin...hai...vo to...please aap jarror aaiye aur jaldi aaiye...boliye naa”
“ To bolo na jo main pooch rahi thi kya main jhooth kah rahi thi...teri maan ko kisi ne too..:
“ yes haan sahi kah rahi hain aap ...kisi ne ...”
And mom could not stop laughing and i too joined. He was not able to understand why we burst into laughter...
“ Arre chinal ke jaane chal too sach to bola...kisi ne...yaani toojhe bhi nahi mallom ki kisake chodane se too paida hua..chal kisi ki to choadane se paida hua hoga...kisi ne usaki mast choonchiya pakad ke chod chod ke use gabhin kiya hoga...to bol...poora saaf saaf bol...”
I whispered in his ear ...” arre tell her ekdam khul ke varana i know mom forget about her coming she will even stop talking to you.”
“ Han Mummy you are right kissi ne to choda hi hoga...” with a lot of discomfort he said but his cock gave a totally opposite signal. It became very hard and was almost jerking. I started slowly fisting it.
Mom was now in a pleasant mood, “ to iiti si baat kahane main too itta kyon sharama raha tha...aur kisi ne kya mera to poora vishavas hai tere maama ne...kiiti shakal milati hai...to phir jab use apane sage bhai kea aage ...to phir mere javan damaad main kya kami hai...”
He got an opportunity to change the topic and placate mom..
“ Muumy aap kab aaiyegaa...aaiye na please...ham sab ko mujhko bahoot achaa lagega itte din hogaye aap ko dekhe...please...” he was pleading, almost begging.
“ bas jald hi....lekin bata mere swagat main kya kya karoge....”
“Aap jo bhi khiayga....vo sab kuch....”
“Sab kuch… bol piche to nahin hatoge....” mom teased.
“ Are nahin mummy bas bolke dekhiye....”
he was going overboard to please her.
“ acha to meri samdahan ke kahana mere eklaute damaad ka dil khush kar den..us bichare ne itta masst tanatan kahda kiya hai. ...manjoor”
“ bas jald hi....lekin bata mere swagat main kya kya karoge....”
“Aap jo bhi khiayga....vo sab kuch....”
“Sab kuch… bol piche to nahin hatoge....” mom teased.
“ Are nahin mummy bas bolke dekhiye....”
he was going overboard to please her.
“ acha to meri samdahan ke kahana mere eklaute damaad ka dil khush kar den..us bichare ne itta masst tanatan kahda kiya hai. ...manjoor”
and started giggling and added , “ are tere gahr main do do mast maal ....ek kachi kasi choot aur dossara rasbhara...masst experienced bhonsada....phir bhi nath tumhari meri beti ne uteri...aaur vo salliyan poore shahar` main banatai phir rahi thin...”
He was blushing and enjoying but Mom change the track....
“ Achaa chal bol main tere liye kya kya laun....”
“Bas aap aa jaaiye...aur khoob jaldi....” he asked in groveling tone.
“ acaah bolo mera tumhe kya kya achaa lagta hai jo itte besabre ho rahe ho”
“ sab kuch ...chehara....
“ Are khul ke bol naa....kya abhi bhi laundiya ki tarah sharma raha hai...”
she challenged.
“ bol naa”
I too goaded and whispered Mummy ko aapake munh se tariff sun ke achaa lagega.”
“ apake maame...sina...”
hesitatingly he confessed.
“ haan ye hui naa baat....her joy was clealrly evident...acha bol kya cha lagata hai uname aur`kya karga....“
“Itte bade bade aur phir bhi ittte sakaht aur`rasile.....”
“ chal ekluata dmaada hai de dungi lekin pahale ek baat bata sach sach...meri samdahn ka bhi to bada bada hai hai naa....
“ han...hai...” he admitted haltingly.
“ to kbhi use dekh ke soch ke tera khada hua hai.....muth mari thi...kabi to bathroom main ....toilet main...are ismae bura kuch nahi sab ladake karate hain...”she encouraged
“ nahin...han...bas ek baar do bar...”
I was stunned I could not believe my ears and mom to ...waited.
“ I must have been 15-16....one day mom caught me trying her bra on me ...and she not only scolded but thrashed me very hard. And later she realized that she has been too harsh so she hugged me and my face, my...mouth. was exactly between her ....her bosom ....and I got erect. And that day ....in toilet i...did...and one time her.
It was too much I could never even had dreamt....mera sidha sadha but mom was expert in prizing open the most inconvenient truth.....
“Aur vo soch ke tera kya haal rahaa hai...”
.she quizzed and I increased tempo of fisting
It was in the hardest stage exactly 90 degree.
“ are Mummy ekdam tanatanagaya
I informed her giggling, but she responded to him....
“ are to der kis baat ko meri samdahn ke mast mammon aur chootaron ke bare main soch ke saraka maron....aur kal main batungi kab aaungi”.
As if to fulfill mom’s command, I bought his hand to his dick and he dutifully held it.
“ acah ye bata to main aunga to do cup bed tea pina padega hai manjoor” laughing she asked.
“ han ekdam”
he answered in the same spirit and mom hung the phone.
He was blushing and enjoying but Mom change the track....
“ Achaa chal bol main tere liye kya kya laun....”
“Bas aap aa jaaiye...aur khoob jaldi....” he asked in groveling tone.
“ acaah bolo mera tumhe kya kya achaa lagta hai jo itte besabre ho rahe ho”
“ sab kuch ...chehara....
“ Are khul ke bol naa....kya abhi bhi laundiya ki tarah sharma raha hai...”
she challenged.
“ bol naa”
I too goaded and whispered Mummy ko aapake munh se tariff sun ke achaa lagega.”
“ apake maame...sina...”
hesitatingly he confessed.
“ haan ye hui naa baat....her joy was clealrly evident...acha bol kya cha lagata hai uname aur`kya karga....“
“Itte bade bade aur phir bhi ittte sakaht aur`rasile.....”
“ chal ekluata dmaada hai de dungi lekin pahale ek baat bata sach sach...meri samdahn ka bhi to bada bada hai hai naa....
“ han...hai...” he admitted haltingly.
“ to kbhi use dekh ke soch ke tera khada hua hai.....muth mari thi...kabi to bathroom main ....toilet main...are ismae bura kuch nahi sab ladake karate hain...”she encouraged
“ nahin...han...bas ek baar do bar...”
I was stunned I could not believe my ears and mom to ...waited.
“ I must have been 15-16....one day mom caught me trying her bra on me ...and she not only scolded but thrashed me very hard. And later she realized that she has been too harsh so she hugged me and my face, my...mouth. was exactly between her ....her bosom ....and I got erect. And that day ....in toilet i...did...and one time her.
It was too much I could never even had dreamt....mera sidha sadha but mom was expert in prizing open the most inconvenient truth.....
“Aur vo soch ke tera kya haal rahaa hai...”
.she quizzed and I increased tempo of fisting
It was in the hardest stage exactly 90 degree.
“ are Mummy ekdam tanatana
I informed her giggling, but she responded to him....
“ are to der kis baat ko meri samdahn ke mast mammon aur chootaron ke bare main soch ke saraka maron....aur kal main batungi kab aaungi”.
As if to fulfill mom’s command, I bought his hand to his dick and he dutifully held it.
“ acah ye bata to main aunga to do cup bed tea pina padega hai manjoor” laughing she asked.
“ han ekdam”
he answered in the same spirit and mom hung the phone.
That night we again had the fantastic sex. Of course today I was on top and continuously. teasing him abusing his all female relatives.
“ kyon ....meri sass ke mamme yaad aa rahe hain ....kya’
“ han aise hi ...aise hi poori takat se meri us chinal nanad ko ....Guddi sallli ko bhi chodana”
“ are bahan chod....sara nikal de apane tatton ka....han aise hi us saali randi bandua chodi ke liye bhi....”
“Maddarchodd.”...and he responded by giving a huge thrust and exploded in my cunt. Of course i made him lick every drop and ruffling his hair reminded him of how mom was teasing him and what promise he had give.
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
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 motaLund
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.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
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 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
“ 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…
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.“ 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…
“ 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.
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.
“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 …
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
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,
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. 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. |
Saturday, 27 August 2011
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….
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…
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 …”
“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…”
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.
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.
Friday, 26 August 2011
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…”
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.
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….
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…”
“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.
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
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