My lover girl

Hi, guys it’s me Arun again, with yet another experience. I have altered the names of the main characters. This is not a story but a true account of my sexual encounters with my first girlfriend that lasted for nearly five years, starting from 2001 when both of us were had just completed our Management Degrees in a famous college in south India I have had numerous sexual encounters since, but this remains my most memorable, mainly because both of us were discovering sex together and were absolutely honest about it.

She and I have been friends for years, have shared so many things in the past. Good bad. Everything. It was her family and her wayward father who made her to take up an assignment in Hyderabad. Her Father was the most useless man ever come across, if I had an option to change things then I would ask god to change her father for her. It was one of those bad times that made her come close to me so much, for she needed love. It was when her father tried to rape her or rather…. I don’t know. As much as she disclosed is he tried to rape her and was unsuccessful, but molested her was her part of the truth. Sympathy with my best friend grew into protective love and the concern from my side gave her enough faith to propose to me and I agreed. It went on for two years, it was a Herculean task to get a girl out of depression and make her get into her family that she once loved, but now dreaded to get into. In her times of need her mother, neither sister nor her brother were around her. It was only this hapless friend who was her hope. Our love was tender and full of care for each other and of course protective. It was during these times when I had brought her back to her old times of happiness from the distraught acts of her father. She was back happy and finalizing her life with me, when her father got to know of our relationship. He again started to beat her and threaten her but she was determined to stay with him forever.

One day, I received a call from her neighbor who empathized with us and informed me that she is in hospital. My heart jumped, I reached the hospital and found my love broken and strewn on the bed like dirty piece of linen. She cried on seeing me. I hugged her and when I did, she whispered in my ears to take her away when she was back. She was back from the hospital in a week and we decided to make a getaway, and we rode all the way to yercaud, away from all her troubles especially her father. We got into the hotel and my love broke into tears in my arms. She was raped this time in her own house by her father, whilst her mom and sister slept in the other. The entire family knew what was happening, but none dared to interrupt. My blood boiled. But my immediate concern was to save my shattered girl. I told her that it was impure. She is still the same pure love for me. And she sought me to prove it. We decided to take bath and have sex. Coz I had to prove my love for her and she needed that consolation. Little did I realize what was in store.

When I went into the bathroom, halfway into my bath in the tab, I saw the door creak and my girl shyly walked in, with her panties; she is about to take off her panties. She has rounded buttocks and her breasts though small, were full. She all of 26 and is about to enter the bathtub. She looks at herself in the mirror, admires her figure, and then slowly takes off her panty. She is fully naked now. She admires herself in the mirror and runs her fingers on her vagina. She turns around and looks at her buttocks. They are wholesome and full. She bends down and admires her bottom. She has seen in blue films girls being entered from behind; she runs her fingers around the rim of her buttocks and then stretches her ass hole.

Her small breasts are hanging like apples. I could not resist. I have bent down and sniffing at her buttock. It smells so nice, I can lick it. I stick out my tongue and run it around the rim of her hole. What a feeling! She turns around and looks at me working on her asshole. I can hear her breathing heavily. I am vigorously working on her and the more I work on her the more she pants. I make my way towards her vagina with my tongue and feel the hotness. But then, I stand up and go back a little and look at her from behind. She is still bent in the same position and turns her head to look at me; she seems to be expecting something. She looks so beautiful from behind. I have always been turned on by women’s bottom; I have an anal fixation and love to watch women with full rounded bums. I imagine beautiful women with full rounded buttocks wearing the sari in the raunchy south Indian style. It had set our loins afire. It was so directly raunchy and erotic. But somehow, I decided that, she needs delicate handling. No, I wouldn’t even want to enter her from behind; I would reserve that for some time later. I would caress and fondle, kiss and lick and when she is sufficiently ready, make love to her slowly and gently. I wouldn’t speak dirty to her, I thought. No, I wouldn’t urinate on her face the way I would love to do on Kamli’s face, my piss trickling down her mouth and cheeks. Yes, I would love to have my penis inside her small mouth, sucking away with vigor, trying to grapple with my fullness and looking at me to see if I am satisfied. And when I come, my semen would trickle down from the corners of her lips while the rest she would swallow.

Coming to sucking penis, my first girlfriend was a vigorous cocksucker. We discovered sex together; in fact it was she who initiated me into it by proposing first. We were in love and belonged to the same age -26. After we had gone around steady for nearly 3 two years or maybe more, she rang me one morning and asked me to meet her a particular restaurant at New Market called Savitri Restaurant. We were supposed to watch a film at the Galaxy Cinema and meet there at a particular hour; but she asked to meet me a little before that; she had something to say to me. When we met at the restaurant and ordered tea and snacks, she was silent for a while which seemed quite unnatural to me because she was a voracious talker. Suddenly she declared that she had something to tell me. I asked what. She told me point blank, Will you please caress me? I had not expected this. I was absolutely flabbergasted and groped around for words. I don’t recollect what I said but she reiterated her request once again, “Please, will you kiss me and play with me?” We already had tickets for a film at the nearby Lighthouse. We watched the film in silence, took a bus for my home, made her wait outside for a while when I went inside my room, in my house, took my girlfriend in and closed the door.

Once inside, she reclined on the small bed while I sat on a chair beside. There was an uncomfortable silence for some time, none of us knowing what to do or say. I Made her coffee and ultimately said something stupid like if she wanted to be kissed again she should tell me so. I had not kissed her yet. She was panting and expecting me to come to bed and start the act. It was a decisive moment; she had set the ball rolling by declaring her intentions; it was now my turn to take the next step and not sit there and utter inanities likes a fool. So I gathered courage, perhaps for the first time in my life, and got over the bed and kissed her on the mouth. The barrier between us melted immediately as she held me against her bosom tightly and our lips met in a desperate and passionate kiss as if our whole life depended on it. We explored each other’s mouth by running our tongues inside and bit each other’s lips a few times in excitement. I don’t know how long we continued like that but at one point we separated.

I looked at her breasts which were heaving; the aanchal of her sari had slipped off her bosoms, exposing her blouse. She looked at me looking at her breasts and asked me softly if I wanted to look at her breasts. I meekly said yes and she promptly removed the entire aanchal off her sari (she wore the sari most of the time) and deftly took off the buttons of her blouse one by one and then unhooked her brassiere. Her two firm breasts popped out like balls and I stared at them in bewilderment. My girlfriend was a short and plump girl and extremely fair and beautiful. She had eyes like Nandita Das and just the kind of roly-poly figure and heavy on the backside that drive Indian men crazy. She was a head turner at that age but I knew that men desired her in a homely Indian erotic beau sort of a way. The closest that she resembled was Nandita das. Clad in a sari with the aanchal over her head, she looked so erotic and desirable that I later on became obsessed with this image and always insisted she dress like that, minus her blouse, when she knelt down on the ground to give me the mouth. Hers was not the Western sex appeal, but very Indian, very Malyali. Well, to return to that day, to see such a girl in such a state of semi nakedness was like being in heaven. She had taken off her brassiere completely; just let her breasts sway freely. I looked at her breasts for a while and she looked at me. She was blushing. She then took my head and brought it over her breasts. She held my head with one hand and with the other hand she brought one of her nipples and guided my lips around it. I put my lips on her nipples and began to suckle. I was throbbing and don’t remember how long I was at her breasts, but I sucked and fondled her full-grown breasts with all the vigor I could muster. They felt so reassuring and smelled so nice. It was the first time that I ever saw a woman’s breasts and never in my wildest imagination thought that such a thing would ever really happen. I still remember the freshness and the smell of the young ripe flesh.

Well, everything nice had to come to end and at one point we had to stop because both of us had to go to a friend’s place not very far from my place where all our friends were to meet. But this incident broke the inhibition that existed within us, especially in me, and triggered the beginning of an affair that was to last five years with its emphasis on the physical. To continue with that day’s story, we reached our friend’s place where all our friends had already gathered. They organized a mock marriage between me and bindu and after we were “married off”, we were shut inside Biju’s room where we were supposed to spend our “first night”. Then they went out into the verandah and started passing comments and jokes about our newly found “marital” status from behind the window when Bindu and I decided to play a joke on them and “scandalize” them. I remember it was my suggestion. Bindu promptly agreed to it. With our recently acquired sexual confidence we declared to our friends that instead of passing comments from behind closed windows, if they wanted we could open the shutters for their benefit. And so we opened the shutters: all our friends had gathered around the window looking at us and the two of us promptly held each other in our arms and clung into a prolonged kiss. This they had not expected and were quite taken aback but nevertheless, all of them broke into a spontaneous applause. Later, I came to know from a few of them that this particular image of me and Bindu kissing had stuck with them and had provided the base for many erotic fantasies. For them it was like watching a live show. Hence began my trysts with Bindu. She would come over to my house twice or thrice a week and we spent four to five hours inside my small room exploring each other and discovering the pleasures of sex. Initially it was decided that we would not go the entire way but restrict ourselves to oral sex. This we did for three months. We concentrated on the externals.

Bindu was a girl who was possessed of unbridled sexual energy. It only needed a little stroke, mostly vocal, to send her immediately to the highest pitch and her tone changed to mellow. My knowledge on sex till that time was derived chiefly from a book called the Sensuous Man and a few other pornographic magazines. Hers must have been the same because like good students we followed certain details of those books meticulously as if they were the most natural things on earth to do during foreplay; like sucking each other or kissing behind the ear lobes or nibbling each others nipples. The 69 position was one of our favorites. I would go down on her vagina and lick her and suck the wetness, run my tongue as far as it was possible to reach inside and flick it over her clitoris, driving her to moans; she would clasp my hair and pull at it hard. It was her signal to go inside. But that came later. She would give me the suck with her mouth. She was an expert. She would swallow the entire cum and lick the area clean and dry. She was devoid of any inhibition regarding sex and we took liberties with each other’s bodies shamelessly. One of my favorite acts was to make her kneel against the divan, raise her sari to the hip, peel down her panty and caress her rump with my hands and tongue lovingly. But I had never given her a rim job. Later on when I used to visit her house in the evenings and we were alone at her drawing room, her mother and younger sister watching television in the other room and the door discreetly shut but not bolted, she would come and stand in front of me, turn around at my order and lift her sari up to her waist and reveal her bottom in front of my face; I would peel her panty down to her thighs and then begin to stroke her ass with my hands and rest my cheeks on them and kiss them softly.

She would then take off her panty completely and sit at my feet, on the ground and bend down and kiss my feet; I would place my leg on her breasts, flick the anchal away and stroke them with my feet. (She always wore the sari unlike the girls of today.) She would take my toes inside her mouth and lick them one by one giving me a fantastic toe job. There would come a point when I could take it no longer; so I would take out my dick and clutch her head from behind and pull her between my thighs and direct her mouth to my prick; she would give me a quick blowjob, the door all the while open. When I came, my semen trickled down from the corners of her lips; she would lick away the semen with her tongue, take her panty and clean her mouth once again and then cleaned my wet penis with her panty. Then she would get up and quickly tidy herself while I zipped my pants. There was never any opportunity to give her cunnylingus at her house; that act involved a little more elaboration, which we never tried. It was soon time for the 8 o’clock news on TV and her mother would make a brief appearance and engaged in polite conversation with me along with her younger sister (who was two years younger to her and also quite a piece). She never had any problems that we were having an affair and I wonder if she knew what went on behind her back at the drawing room when she was watching the weekend films on television.

I discovered the delights of sari. Since she was a roly-poly girl she looked wonderful in the sari. One day I gathered courage (this was during the initial days when we had not started fucking yet) and asked her to put on the sari without the blouse. She was lying naked. When I told this to her I was feeling a little embarrassed but she quickly took the cue and put the sari as I told her. Then she smiled at me and asked me if she looked good. From that day we started experimenting with the sari. My favorite was the malayali style.

Well, Bindu looked so alluring in that way. No blouse inside and the aanchal over her head she looked like a coy and bashful dulhan, a fair and healthy dulhan who dutifully sat at my feet and took me in her mouth and drove me into ecstasies whenever I ordered her. She treated me like a master; in fact that was the role we had set for ourselves and she followed it like a faithful slave. Despite her dominant and extrovert nature, when it came to sex, we followed the traditional role which I liked and she followed my diktats like a servile Indian village woman – decked up like the quintessential gaon ki gori; she said she did it because she also enjoyed the role of the servile woman; and because I liked it; both of us got a tremendous sexual kick out of it and visually it was damn erotic and raunchy. I wallowed in this make belief power game and she also reveled in it. One of her catch phrases which I had taught her and which she uttered like a prayer with a religious fervor was “My master, my lord, I lick thy toes.” Toes would be soon followed by my throbbing cock. Actually, she loved me to distraction and I must admit here that it was SEX that drew me to her; I was never really in love with her. The only times I felt that I loved her were the moments when I ejaculated inside her mouth. And as soon as it got over, she was nothing more than a lump of flesh to me but whose intelligence I admired because she was no doubt more intelligent than me. She turned me on with her unbridled craving and capacity for un-inhibited sex and that was an age when I could cope up with her sexual demands because I also was a bundle of untamed sex. We went on each other like wild animals and at other times like two newly married individuals who caressed each other softly and tenderly as if we were deep in love with each other and were careful not to hurt each other. In fact I heard the word ‘caress’ and its meaning first time from her. Well, decked in the Malayali manner, she would sit on the divan with her legs folded and I would lie down on her lap. She would remove the aanchal of her sari, take off the buttons of her blouse, take out a breast and put it inside my mouth. I would suckle on it like a child. The entire act was repeated with the other breast.

She looked better draped in a sari than fully naked. She had a flab round her tummy that took away her sex appeal but clad in a sari it was camouflaged. One of our favorite acts was putting off the fan, strip ourselves naked in darkness and feed on each other’s sweat. Instead of going around in general I would better describe certain scenes with her. It is afternoon and I am waiting for Bindu to come. The drawing room door is unlocked so that she can come inside without knocking the door. (This was a room that had a separate entrance.) As I wait impatiently for her, she comes. I get up to meet her at the door and immediately bolt the door and hold her in my arms and kiss her on the mouth; we remain glued to each other like this for a long time, exploring inside each other’s mouth with our tongues. Then I would lift her in my arms (she was quite heavy but I managed), kiss her again on the mouth as she closed her eyes; she blushed like a new bride when I carried her in my arms like this; she loved this part when I carried her in my arms and went coy. Slowly, I would move towards the divan, carrying her in my arms, at the corner of the room and lay her down on it gently. Then I would remove her aanchal and bury my face on her heaving bosoms.

Then I take off her buttons one by one and expose her breasts hidden behind her brassiere. They look so lovely. I do not take off her bra immediately but savor the sight. I lick the exposed portions and run my tongue down her cleavage; I raise her arms and lick her clean-shaven armpits; they smell so nice. When I lick her armpits, it makes her excited because she felt ticklish and I could hear her groan. Those were the days when I took a clean-shaven armpit for granted and it never occurred to me that she shaved that area every day. Well, to come back to the original account, Bindu unbuttons my shirt and runs her fingers over my chest and sucks my nipples. She raises my hands and buries her face into the hollow of my armpits and tickles them with her tongue. As she tickles my armpits I stroke her back or squeeze her buttock with my other hand. (She always said that she liked my smell when she sniffed at my armpits; and I also liked when she licked my armpits because it sent shivers down my body.) Then I take off the hook of her bra and release her soft breasts. We are naked from the waist up. She looks delightful in this semi nakedness; I fondle her breasts with all my vigor and nibble her nipples with my teeth and send her into ecstasies. I lay her down on the sofa and get on top of her and raise her hands over her head. I start licking her from her navel and inch my way up towards her breasts. They are heaving up and down. I nibble at them, suck them, bite the nipples and slowly inch my way up to her armpits and begin to tickle her again there.

We drink in the warmth of each other’s bodies. I turn her over and start kissing her from the nape of her neck down to her thickset waist. She looks so gorgeous from behind. I hold her breasts from behind and grapple them and press them and she says – Ouch, Oh, do it slowly, it hurts!. I pinch her nipples softly with my fingers. Now I get down to her feet and kiss her feet and give her a toe job like she gives me. Then I kiss her legs and move slowly up, all the while pushing the sari and her saya up to reveal her sumptuous thighs. The sari and saya are now folded up to her waist and her voluptuous rump is exposed to my face, covered in a panty. I insert my hand below her panty and feel her rump. I pinch them. I prop up her ass and place a pillow beneath her cunt so that I can handle her ass with ease. And of course a woman with her ass propped up is a heavenly sight. I peel down her panty and stare at her naked bottom. God, they are so delicious, the two round globes with the deep-set crevice. I run my palms over them lovingly and bend down and kiss them; I shower them with kisses and nibble at them. I bite them and leave red marks over them.

Then I tell her that I am going to spank her; she says yes, come on and I raise my hand and spank her bottom several times till she cries out and asks me to hit her slowly. I again run my palm over her butt and kiss away the fleshy buttock where I had struck her. I take out the pillow from below her cunt and turn her over to look at her cunt. She was clean girl who shaved her cunt regularly but still there were traces of hair. It was obvious that she did not shave her cunt everyday like she shaved her armpits. I now yank off her sari and petticoat; she is fully naked now. She gets up and holds me in her arms; then she looks down at my crotch and begins to unbutton the pant. She takes off my pants and holds my throbbing penis in her hands and admires it. She pulls down my underwear and begins to lick the area around my dick. She slowly unfolds the foreskin and flicks her tongue over the exposed tip. Both of us her fully naked now and throbbing. I get up on her face and put my dick inside her mouth which she begins to suck vigorously but I soon pull it out and concentrate on her cunt. She spreads her legs apart and I bury my head between her thighs and start licking her clitoris; this sends her into ecstasies and she begins to moan aloud and grabs my hair and pulls at it hard; this is a signal for me and I quickly turn around so that we are placed in the 69 position – I sucking and flicking her clitoris with my tongue and she licking my penis. Then, after this mutual sucking has gone on for some time, I shift my position and slowly enter her vagina and slump on her sumptuous body. I remember whenever I entered her first she would cry out in pain; so I had to take out my dick and re-enter her slowly.

Fuck fuck fuck goes on and on… She moans and I tell her that I love her and she tells me that she loves me and I tell her that she is my wife and she tells me yes that she is my wife and I tell her that I will order her around the house and she tells me yes my master order me around I am your slave and I tell her that I will hit her and she tells me that yes my lord please hit me I am your wife and slave and I tell her I will hit you with my dick and she tells me yes my master hit me with your dick and I tell her that I will slap her bottom and she tells me yes my master slap my bottom till they are red and I squeeze her breasts and I suck her breasts and she moves her head this side and that side in ecstasy and she rubs my nipples with her fingers and twitches them and runs her palm over them and we kiss each other and I pull my lips from her lips and let drop my saliva over her mouth and she swallows that saliva and I again form a spittle and spit on her mouth and she again licks my spittle and I tell her that I spit on you, you bitch and she tells me yes my lord you spit on me, I am your bitch… And it goes on and on till I cum and plunk on her body like an exhausted bull. We lay like this for some time and then I slowly take out my dick. She takes out her handkerchief and rubs my penis softly. Then we fall asleep for about half an hour in each other’s arms till we resume our act, but this time in a different manner. Most of this erotic conversation was carried out in English and she spoke the language better than me coming as she did from an English medium school. I ask her to put on the sari in the Malayali manner while I am still asleep. She gets up and drapes herself while I look the other side. When she says she has finished I turn around and look at her and treated to a magnificent sight. She is decked up like a doll with the pallu over her head like a coy bride and has no blouse underneath. She looks ravishing like this.

She sits on the divan and I caress her face; she closes her eyes while I run my fingers over her face and neck and kiss her lips. I order her to stand on the floor and make her turn around so that I can see her from all angles; she looks so sexy from behind with the aanchal falling in a cascade over her broad exposed backside in a swing and is tucked at the waist. I turn her around and look at her from the front. The flab around her tummy is hidden by this way. I look at her from the side and I can see her breasts below her aanchal and her naked sumptuous flesh till the waist. I bid her sit on the ground at my feet. She sits down between my naked legs. I pull the pallu over her head and she takes me in the mouth and begins to give me the suck. Oh! What a sight – what a sensation. She is such an expert cocksucker. I grapple her soft breasts below her aanchal and pinch her nipples softly. As I near orgasm I hold her head tightly – she knows I am going to come – I hold her head and begin to thrust heavily; soon I come and she swallows the semen; since it is difficult to swallow the entire cum at one go, part of it spills out from the corners of the mouth.

At other times when she was dressed up like this, without the blouse and I laid naked on the divan, she would go down on me and kiss me from head to toe. She knew all the erroneous zones of my body, specially my right waist which I found irresistible when she ran her tongue over it. That is the most sensuous part of my body, apart from my nipples and armpits and she knew I resisted when she played with that part of my body; so he held my hand and forcibly kissed and flicked her tongue on that particular portion as I cried out not to do so because I could not tolerate the tickle. But she kept on kissing that part while I groaned; sometimes I got so excited that I ejaculated and as the first spurts came out, she would immediately hold my cock with her hand and direct the jet against her face and I would shoot into her beautiful face. Then after I had come, she would clean my dick with her lips and then with her handkerchief. I would take the handkerchief from her and wipe away the sperms from her face as she licked the corners of her mouth to suck in the remains. I ejaculated all over her. That was taken for granted. Her face, breasts, thighs, inside her armpits, on her ass. I held my dick between her two breasts and she pressed her two breasts against my penis and I rocked between her sumptuous breasts and spurted on her neck and shoulder. She was my playground and I played all over her with my lips, tongue and dick. We started fucking after three months. Initially she had decided that we would restrict ourselves to oral sex and not go the whole way. So instead of entering her I used to place my dick between her thighs – she held my dick tightly between her thighs – and I went through the motions while she rubbed my nipples with her fingers vigorously, sending sensuous shivers down my spine and tickling sensations. I used to cum over her naked thighs. But this kind of artificial fucking was very soon replaced by actual fucking.

I remember the first day we tried to fuck. I had bought condoms but we didn’t know how to use it. We unrolled the entire thing and found it difficult to insert the rubber over my dick. The first day was a failure. But we soon found out the right way and made proper use of the stuff. Since rubber took away the fun (or that is what we presumed) we tried out different methods – pills and safe periods and fucking during her menstruation period with all the blood attached. She was an extremely accommodating girl and took initiatives in finding out different ways of safe measures. Here I must speak about the day Bindu first saw my dick and felt it with her hands. This was a few days after we had first kissed and I had sucked at her bosoms guided by her. My uncle’s family had gone for a holiday and so the house was empty. She came along with her friend Ritika and another boy called Dilip who was a good guitarist in the college band. We had organized a couple of bottles of beer and Dilip who lived near Garia, had fetched hash (charas). We drank and smoked hash – all four of us, and then I and Bindu laid down on the divan inside the small room while Ritika and Dilip laid down on the ground.

They were not lovers and Dilip was not aware at that time that Bindu and I were going steady. All of us just laid down like friends without any amorous intentions. We were feeling drowsy and soon Bindu and I started kissing on the divan as we laid down along each other. She gradually inserted her hand inside my pant and I unbuttoned my pant. She slid her hand inside my underwear and felt my dick. That was the first time she was holding my dick. She was a little high with all the beer and hash and her inhibition had taken a back seat. To facilitate her, I took out my dick completely and she looked down at it. She bent down a little to have a good view of it. Then she gently held my scrotum and asked me – These are the balls? I said yes, these are the balls. She held my dick in her hand and I could see the excitement and amazement in her eyes. This was the first time that she was holding the dick and balls of a male! I gently pulled back the foreskin and revealed the tip of my penis. She was surprised. She knew boys masturbated; so she asked me how I do it. I held my dick in my hand and showed her the way I masturbated. Then I asked her if she would masturbate me? She nodded her head in agreement but the other two were lying on the ground and whispering something between them. The situation was not right for her to masturbate me, though both of us were reeling under heat. So we decided that she would come over next day alone and would masturbate me; I would teach her. She started playing with my dick and I gradually fell asleep over her bosoms.

Next day she came over alone and we engaged in oral sex. Then we started stripping each other slowly, all the time kissing and fondling each other till we were naked. It was the first time that we were seeing each other completely naked. I still remember her comment when she looked at my naked body and commented – You are so thin! I wonder what she will tell me if she sees me naked now. She took my dick in her hand and started playing with it; rolling it between her fingers. I asked her if she would masturbate me. She said yes. I gathered courage and proposed why don’t she kiss me there? She promptly bent down and started kissing my penis; I directed her to my scrotum and she began to flick there with her tongue. She was a fucking natural! And before I could realize it she had taken my dick inside her mouth and sucking at it! I asked her if she would masturbate me with her mouth. She looked up at me, my dick still inside her mouth and nodded her head in agreement. I said please go ahead and do it… And she kept on sucking my penis; I held her head from the back and moved her head up and down my dick; she immediately took the cue and started the up-and-down motion with her mouth and I gradually shot into her. And to my amazement she swallowed the entire cum down her throat and would not let me go. She took my dick out of her mouth and looked at the glistening sight. It was going limp and some amount of semen was trickling down her mouth. She licked the sides of her mouth and took me inside her mouth again and licked the wet penis. But it had gone limp by this time.

We rested for some time and laid down beside each other. When I was sufficiently roused again and my dick had gone up, I told her that that I would like to lick her ‘vagina’. She readily agreed and I got up and she parted her legs and folded them at the knees. I went down between her thundering thighs and started licking her cunt, for the first time in my life. I knew the technique from The Sensuous Man. I started licking her and inserted my tongue inside her cunt and explored the channel. She began to groan and clutched my hair. I increased my flicking motion and soon discovered her clitoris. I flicked her clitoris with my tongue and she was driven like crazy. I was masturbating her with my tongue and she was groaning like a bitch in heat. Her groaning increased in its intensity and she soon climaxed and groaned out aloud in one final pitch. She had come. And we had arrived. That was our first day with each other’s private parts. During those days a new substitute of sanitary napkin came out in the market, which was very small in size and looked like a thick stick. She had purchased a set but was finding it difficult to use it. It had to be inserted inside the vagina. Her friend Ritika suggested that she try out with my help. So she came down one day with the packet. I stripped her and laid her on the divan and inserted one inside her vagina but it was too painful for her, so we gave up the idea. But the entire act of trying to put the tampon inside her cunt was too mind boggling erotic. So I replaced the tampon with my dick and made good use of it.

Though both of us were extremely adventurous in trying out different methods of having sex she was averse to the idea of anal sex, one reason being that I was not sure during those days whether it was really possible to fuck a woman from the back. Plus I knew it involved a little pain, even if it was possible. Whatever be the case, otherwise I made full use of her rump, which was a delightful sight. The way she raised her sari and exposed her bottom without the slightest inhibition was a turn on in itself. If I could not fuck her in the ass, we compensated by fucking in the doggie style that was again one of my favorites. Fucking in the doggie style enables the male partner to have a firm hold over the rump of his partner and have a splendid view of it while fucking. The excitement was heightened when we watched ourselves fucking in the doggie style in the mirror of my closet. Both of us looked at the mirror and exchanged amorous glances when I thrust her back like this. ‘Am I fucking you like a dog, Bindu?’ ‘Yes my lord, you are fucking me like a dog.’ This position is still etched in my memory. At other times, I rubbed my cock against the crack of her ass and masturbated on her bottom. She would then wipe away the sperms from behind her ass with her handkerchief like a toilet paper, as if she was cleaning her ass after shitting and this again was a great turn on. She had a separate handkerchief to do all these cleaning jobs. I frequently made her wear the sari in the raunchy Malyali manner.. She looked gorgeous like this from behind and I would make her stand and watch her from behind. I would watch the folds of her sari and ask her to raise her hands; she would obey me and run her fingers over her arms; I would ask her to run her palm over her butt; she would run her fingers over her butt; then I would ask her to walk around the room and she would walk around the room as I watched her in fascination.

But whatever way she wore the sari, the blouse never found any place in her body when we were alone. It was an unwritten rule. The brassiere, sometimes, but never the blouse. She had good rounded soft breasts which looked good tucked inside her brassiere. She would sometimes buy sexy colored revealing brassieres, red or black and displayed herself to me. Once she bought a brassiere which had cups that could be opened in the front and expose the breasts without unhooking it. She also bought skimpy panties to pep up our sessions and one of my favorite acts was to run my palm over her panty and caress her bum and then slowly peel down her panty and bury my face on her butt. When she bought a new panty, she would tell me. She would turn around and slowly raise her sari up to the waist and reveal her backside. And there it would be, her broad ass covered in a skimpy new panty. We often exchanged our undies. She would take mine home and I would borrow her panty which I wore for a few days, masturbated in it and then returned it to her. But she was primarily a sari woman and she knew it; she knew how to drape herself in that 5-yard piece of cloth and make her man excited. She never looked exciting clad in a two-piece panty and brassiere because she did not have that tall and slender figure to carry off a bikini; though if one looked at her breasts or bum in isolation, they were remarkably sexy.

Since during those days I stayed with my uncle’s family my trysts with Bindu were carried out in secret in the sense that though my aunt knew that I had a girl in the room, she did not make any hassle. In the beginning we fucked in the small room where I have my computer now; later we did it inside the drawing room. The problem arose when she needed to go to the loo to piddle. I had to open the door and make sure that my aunt was not around; then I would signal her and she would rush into the bathroom while I hung around outside. After she was over, I used to slowly knock at the bathroom door and she would slowly open the door and I would check again and after making sure that nobody was there, she used to rush back to the drawing room. This was an inconvenient part of our sexual trysts when she needed to piddle. So I came out with a suggestion, which was no less cumbersome actually. Next time whenever she felt like piddling we climbed up to the terrace of our building which was on the 4th floor. There I stood guard by the door and she went to a corner, outside my view, crouched on the ground, lifted her sari, peeled down her panty and urinated.

Though I was not supposed to see this act, I stole glances at her as she used to piddle and get a kick out of it, watching her broad ass. She hated urinating like this in the open though there was no way anybody could see her; but there was always the risk of somebody coming in the adjoining terrace and getting zapped out of his wits to see a girl with her sari hitched up to her waist and piddling away on the next roof. So I came out with another suggestion: why can’t she piddle inside the room itself? How? She asked. I said that I could arrange for a plastic container of Dalda and she could piddle into it. She got very embarrassed by the suggestion and refused. Next time she came and we were fucking sky high and exchanging dialogues in passion in English: Bindu, you are my bitch? Yes, my master, I am your bitch. Bitch, you walk around the house on all fours and do as I say? Yes my lord, I will walk around the floor on all fours and do as you say. You lick my dick like a bitch? Yes my master, I lick your dick like a bitch. You are my village wife? Yes my master I am your village wife. You cover your head with your sari when you see me? Yes my lord I cover my head with the anchal of my sari. You wear the sari without the blouse? Yes my lord, without my panty even. I fuck you like a dog? Yes, my master you fuck me like a dog.

You will do as I say or otherwise I will strike your buttocks with my slippers? Yes my master, I will do as you command, otherwise you hit my bottom till it is red. Then why the fucks don’t you get up and piddle inside this container? As soon as I said this, I pulled out my dick and got up from the divan and took out a Dalda container from below and ordered her to sit on it and piddle. She was too bewildered at the unexpectedness of the thing, and before she realized, she promptly got down on the floor and squatted over the Dalda container as if in a daze. What a sight! As if she was going to shit. It looked so vulgar and raunchy. Suddenly the sex game had changed tracks. I sat at the edge of the bed and she squatted on the Dalda container facing me. She was too embarrassed to look into my eyes. I held her by the shoulder and told her – Now, you are my dutiful wife; so do as I say. Piddle. She clutched my thighs, my dick was dangling in front of her face and her eyes were closed in embarrassment.

Piddle, you bitch and I stroked her face with my dick. She said that it is not coming. Then stay like that, I like you watching like this. Yes, my master. I bent down and began to kiss her closed eyes and face and grapple her breasts and she was blushing. I kept on fondling her and she was sweating; she was extremely embarrassed to sit like that in that position, squatting on a plastic container but still she could not pass urine. I inserted my finger into her cunt and told her try – try. She raised herself a little to facilitate my fingering her cunt. I was too bloody excited. But still she couldn’t. I could hold back no longer. I pulled her towards my dick and thrust my dick into her mouth and she began to suck at it. That eased her tension somewhat because now she was in familiar territory. And just when I was about to come I could hear a trickling sound. She was urinating into the container and my dick was inside her mouth. She closed her eyes again and I told her gently, come on, do it darling, don’t be embarrassed, it is only me. And she began to piddle, first in fits and starts then in a steady trickle while she sucked away at my penis. And as she piddled I fucked her in the mouth and she increased her head motion; and as she kept on piddling, I slowly shot inside her mouth… God! I still can hear the sound of her urine as I shot into her mouth. That was like heaven.

The best times were when my uncle’s family used to go for holidays and the entire flat was left to us. We moved around from room to room, like two newly married people, she draped in a sari in the Malayali manner without the blouse. We had romping sex all over the house – inside the kitchen, under the dining table, on top of the dining table, inside the bathroom. She laid down on the dining table with her legs spread apart and I would sit on the chair and eat away at her cunt. This was the time when I fulfilled another of my fantasies with her. She got an extra sari from her house during those days and put on it and I held her hand and took her inside the bathroom and made her stand under the shower. Water poured on her from the top and she was drenched in her white cotton sari. What a heavenly sight. We made love under the shower, the water still running and the cotton sari clinging to her sumptuous body. We bathed each other, soaped each other, she soaped and cleaned my dick.

These were the only times she allowed me to finger her ass hole in the pretext of cleaning it with soap and she also fingered my ass hole when she bathed me, but never at other times. She also washed my underwear which were always dirty because of over use. She bade me take off my underwear; I would take off my underwear and give it to her; I would ask her to smell it and she would hold it against her nose and sniff at it and rub it all over her face, savoring the smell; then she would crouch on the bathroom floor in her wet sari and wash my underwear. What a lovely sight. Just like a village woman. When she rose from that position, sometimes the sari got tucked inside the crevice of her buttock; she would pull out the sari but I would insert it again between her buttocks with my fingers; she looked so fucking vulgar and erotic and blushed like a coy slave. She was like a cowgirl and I told her often that I would like to see her milking a cow and drinking the milk straight from the teats of a cow, clad in a white or yellow cotton sari, minus the blouse of course, an image that I had picked up from a picture of a voluptuous South Indian heroine Rati Devi in an issue of Sunday magazine. She would blush again. Those were tender and erotic moments and we wallowed in sexual bliss.

During those days when we got the flat all to ourselves, she sometimes brought jewelry from her house that belonged to her. She would put on the jewelry, some fake, some real, as I watched her in fascination. She put on a nose stud, long earrings, golden bangles, anklets, necklaces that hung down and circled one of her bosoms, and a thin waist band or girdle around her thick waist that made her look so sexy. Then she would tie a churni over her breasts like a kanchuli and I would help her to tie it at the back. Then she would put on a translucent synthetic or chiffon sari in the Malayali way and drape the pallu over her head and wait for me like a new bride. This used to be an elaborate session; this decking up and all and I watched her with excitement, waiting impatiently when she would finish her shringar.

After it was over, I would crawl up to her and hold her in my arms and slowly kiss her face and all over, making sure all the time that the sari did not get removed in the process. Whenever the pallu fell from her head, she would pull it over her head again like a coy bride while I inserted my hand and grappled her sumptuous fair breasts or nibble at her nipples by pulling down one side of her kanchuli. She looked like the classical Indian woman of ancient India. As I explored her body like this and she moved around to facilitate my exploration, her jewelry made tinkling sound which drove me to ecstasy just by their sound. Still decked like this, she would peel off my clothes and go all over me slowly. And I allowed her to explore my body from head to toe and she made sure all the time that the pallu did not fall from her head. It was like being in heaven, made love to by an apsara while her jewelry made jangling sound. It was so fucking erotic. I told her that I would like to see her in backless cholis. I showed her pictures of film actresses and she promised me that she would make a backless choli for me, the way I wanted, but this was one thing that she never got around to make.

There were times when she laid down on the bed with her legs spread apart and read out from some English pornographic magazine that used to come out during those days. And as she read them I used to lick her cunt and her reading got more and more disturbed till she threw aside the magazine and began to pull at my hair, an indication that she was now heated up. So again we started the whole process of licking and sucking each other and got into 69 position. She declared that she could write better than that. So I asked her why she doesn’t write. But she never got to write about our physical affair but both of us exchanged lengthy letters. I still have those letters. She appreciated my writing and told me to take up writing as a journalist! Then there were times when we had telephonic sex and I directed her and she masturbated.

I used to dip my dick into a container of milk and then put it inside her mouth and she used to drink from it like a straw. Then I dipped her breasts in the milk and drank from her breasts. We applied jelly and butter over each other’s bodies and licked each other clean. Then we would move into the bathroom and wash ourselves and take a bath and make love again. At other times I fucked her with my dick which was smeared with butter or she sucked the butter off my dick and had it with my semen. Sometimes my relatives visited us from Bangalore and we had problems meeting and fucking. So my friend Vicky suggested that we could use his flat. So we fucked inside his mother’s room and also made use of the portable mirror to see each other as we fucked. Much later, when I had broken off with Bindu, he confessed to me that he used to see us from a slit in the door when we were engaged in our act.

Sometimes we met at restaurants in EC area. Those restaurants had cabins and we naturally sat inside the cabins. We engaged in real oral sex, meaning we ‘spoke’ about sex and drove each other to sexual excitement. She would slip her anchaal and I had a splendid view of her cleavage. I remember one time when she had just removed her anchal, the young waiter entered unannounced and it was too late and obvious to pull back her annchal; so the waiter was treated to a magnificent sight as he served us and she blushed. We used to sit facing each other. She would raise her leg and touch my dick; I would take my dick out and she masturbated me with her toe under the table. When she drank from the cold drinks bottle she would play around with the bottle in her mouth as if she was sucking at my penis. As I look back I realize that she played the role of a gallant whore actually.

The closest we came to a mena-ge-trois was when her friend Ritika sometimes visited us. Those were the times when we just chatted and listened to Beatles or Cliff Richard on my Bush tabletop portable tape recorder. During one such visit, Ritika suggested that she would close her eyes and if we wanted we could do it. And she closed her eyes. And we, like shameless dogs in heat did a quickie while Cliff sang away in the background: I took out my dick; she raised her sari and rolled down her panty and I entered her, all the while Ritika sitting beside us on the divan with the eyes closed and her face covered with both her hands. It was over in a few minutes and Ritika asked us finished?? Because she could hear all the sighs and sounds and the movement of the divan. Bindu replied yes and then she removed her hands from over her eyes and looked at us. All three of us blushed and Bindu buried her face in Ritika’s bosoms in embarrassment. Ritika told her – I am not a lesbian. Stop your tantrums, I am not a lesbian. I walked out of the room and went to the bathroom to avoid embarrassment.

We made love twice even after we broke off in 2003. She was still in love with me and when I was fucking her for the last time, she asked me very emotionally whether I really did not love her anymore? I was thumping her and I replied that yes, I loved her, but I loved her like this only when I was thumping away; I told her softly in her ears! That I will always love, even if your father screwed up our lives, I still love her And I will love you more. And I spoke these lines with all my emotion and meant it. She began to cry as I kept on fucking her away selfishly with all my passion and dropped a thick wad of spittle on her mouth… that was her punishment for marrying another man of her father’s choice and deserting me. I still make love to her as and when we find time, though now she is a ball of fat. But her cunt is still tight. Mail me your comments on this incident, I will tell you how I capitalized on the same in my next edition. Mail me at [email protected].