Aunt and mom become friends again

They met in the kitchen. Again. It had been a while since that morning when Dipti and Shobha had met the last time in this kitchen. On that occasion Dipti had confronted Shobha for seducing her son. Thereafter, Dipti had gone about reclaiming her son; she joined him while he was masturbating, slept in the same bed and when they woke up somewhere in the middle of the night, they fucked like animals. Dipti had made sure the boy understood the power play. She left nothing to chance, explicitly spelling out what she meant in fucking him the way she did.

Life had not been the same for Dipti thereafter, obviously. All the things she saw on TV and video, but which her boring, sometimes tired husband could not help her realize, came true on that boy’s bed.

However, mother and son were tactful and subtle in their sexual exchanges. It was never a stated need. It was never a topic of conversation between mother and son. And Dipti was surprised that the boy, who had become rebellious over the years, suddenly became responsible and responsive. Contrary to what one might expect, the atmosphere at home had changed to one of harmony rather than depravity.

The sexual chemistry was incredible but it was restricted to that bedroom. It was always some hour of the night, with Dipti making it to the room instinctively on the night when her son’s need peaked. He needed more, but he got enough to keep him from getting desperate. Their other interaction was more affectionate and intimate than ever before but drew no particular attention.

And within that bedroom, it was whatever they fancied. Everything that she had seen in adult and porn movies made it to the program. And everything he had imagined, she let him do. Nothing was taboo, and satiation was complete as was the emotional bonding between mother and son.

Into this atmosphere returned the original seductress, Shobha. It had been a while and her husband, who was the brother of Dipti’s husband, felt that a family visit was necessary. He had to travel on business and Shobha had wanted to accompany him. Kumar was clueless on the tryst that Shobha had had with Ajay and took her keenness as a desire to spend time in the fun atmosphere at his brother’s house. She had pushed him to leave early the last time around and Kumar had worried about that because he did not want the women falling out and causing problems in the relationship he had with his brother. So Shobha’s eagerness to return was a relief in that sense.

Shobha had spent the days in between the two visits wondering about her nephew, Ajay. The boy had been absolutely a stunner in bed. He had been pushy and aggressive in wanting her. The lust, once unleashed had been unstoppable. And their familiarity with each other and their easy going relationship had helped them be less inhibited; though on reflection she felt that the sexual energy would have prevented them from being shy or measured in any fashion anyway.

It showed up in her bedroom, but Kumar, her husband, was no nineteen year old! As Shobha and Dipti had often discussed, the brothers were from a conservative and sheltered family in a smaller town while both the women were from bigger cities. Both found the husbands limited in their repertoire. The adult movies and porn stuff available nowadays improved the atmosphere; the men were able to get aggressive, but it did not spark their imagination.

So the bedroom sessions with Kumar were more violent with Shobha going down on him more often, taking him by surprise, fucking him in unexpected spots around the house. But she could do nothing about his slender dimensions. Nor could she prevent him from spilling his seed when over-excited, well before she was ready to finish. And he had never licked her or sucked her. Ajay had nuzzled her briefly and she wondered what might have happened if he had taken it the whole distance. The boy was inexperienced and they had just wanted to fuck in every way with a sense of urgency. Perhaps the next time……

And this was that next time; or was it? The women were in the kitchen in the evening clearing up after dinner. Ajay had blushed a deep red on meeting up with his chachi (aunt). He had not forgotten her or the silky sheath that had plunged down on his cock in his first fuck ever. Or those lovely breasts, or that radiant face with sindoor and mangalsutra that looked up at him as she continued their sexual union. But he blushed because this was the first time they were face to face in bright light since that night. And since that night, he had more experiences and the emotional bonds with his mother which were meant to exclude this very woman.

“So, how has it been?” Asked Shobha of Dipti.

“How has what been?” Responded Dipti warily. She was not going to give away anything, least of all the intense relationship and bond which she had established with her son.

“Generally, time with Bhai sahab (elder brother),” Shobha pushed on. This was the euphemism for a discussion on the broad generalities of their sex lives. It usually led to an overall discussion on attitudes, stamina, and exploration and so on, but the last time it had been a bit graphic. In Gopal and Dipti’s new house, sounds traveled and that had led to all the sexual drama in the house that previous trip.

“Ah, that,” thought Dipti to herself. She had no need for him now, sexually. There was no way he could manage the stamina or imagination of his son. And she herself, for several reasons just preferred to go to the boys’ room whenever she felt that need. In any case, his needs were in excess of her and she tried to anticipate the moment and chose to go across to his room when she felt the time was right. She never hesitated to wake him up, nor to stay and sleep after their fucking. It was so satisfying to lie in his arms. Sometimes he was her baby seeking comfort and strangely, sometimes he was all man, being protective about her. The relationship see-sawed between man-woman and mother-son.

“Didi, what happened?” Asked Shobha, interrupting her co-sisters reverie.

“No, nothing. Was just thinking. Come let us go and sit in the hall,” she said wiping her wet hands on her saree pallo and moving to that room.

The men folk had retired, both tired from their day’s exertions. By the time the women had finished their kitchen clearing work they had had their chat and moved on. Ajay was nowhere to be seen and Dipti was happy for that. Shobha was uncertain on how to handle the situation with her nephew but their interaction had been normal during the day, though a bit restrained compared to the usual boisterousness and joking around. The usual touching in play was now a serious matter and both of them instantly recognized that.

Dipti lay back sprawled on the sofa allowing herself to relax completely. Shobha sat next to her, leaning forward her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped together. “Aap ne jawab nahi diya Didi,” she persisted (You didn’t answer me sister).

“Kya jawab!” Snapped back Dipti a bit irritated. (What answer?). Couldn’t the woman take a hint? “I don’t need him anymore,” she concluded on a softer note, surprised at having lost her cool.

“And why not?” Shobha asked, turning to face her co-sister. Dipti plucked at her saree pallo. “Are you getting it elsewhere?” Asked Shobha impishly, her face breaking out in smiles and her eyes sparkling, accentuated by the dimples that formed. The coquettish way of asking the question broke the tension and opened up space for a fuller conversation.

Dipti sighed, “You know how seriously I take my marriage, dear. You really think I would go elsewhere?” She shoved Shobha’s shoulder pushing her back in jest.

“Though you did” Dipti continued. It opened a new line of discussion. She was referring to Shobha’s encounter with Ajay. They had never talked further on that. Dipti had gone into one of her reveries when they were talking about it the last time, and Shobha had mistaken that for disapproval. Dipti hadn’t gone that far in her mind about the event as to approve or disapprove of what had happened; somehow she could relate to the woman’s wanting her son, especially now that she had a first hand impression of what her son could be like in bed. The son’s sexual desires were only to be expected to be that highly charged so there was no recrimination there, either. No, it was just that she wanted the boy to remain hers.

Shobha felt snubbed at that remark. It was as if she was morally inferior to Dipti.

“It was not that kind of an occurrence, Didi. It was our Ajay. He had a need and I have brought him up for many of those years. I saw nothing terribly wrong in meeting his need on that occasion especially since it was I who made that initial mistake. Don’t hold it against me,” she pleaded to Dipti.

“We never talked about it, did we?” Replied Dipti, reaching out and placing a hand on Shobha’s knee.

“I thought you were upset. I was scared and embarrassed which is why we went away,” explained Shobha.

“But I wasn’t upset!” Said Dipti, her fingers pressing into the knee.

“Then why didn’t you say so?” Asked Shobha.

“I was lost in my thoughts and when I turned to you, you were already gone. I am not upset with you. A boy of his age was bound to have such feelings, and I accept that your mistake in going into that room was genuine. He is a strong young man, worth wanting anyway!” Said Dipti.

“Yes, he was amazing! I enjoyed that experience. You know Didi, he was forceful and I liked that. He was aggressive and I wanted that manliness. I have missed that in Kumar. The lovemaking is so tepid and is more of a duty for him,” she sighed. “Ajay may have spoilt me for ever. I keep wanting that buzz. But I guess that is in the past. The circumstances were peculiar to that night and I don’t think I will allow a repeat.”

She hung her head low as she said that. She knew she lying and she continued to want that boy and that buzz. Her loins were aflame at the mere thought of that night gone by. Dipti held her chin and raised the face to her. “Don’t feel bad, dear. It is okay to want him. He is all that and more. I know. I know how that feels and he is worth every bit of that mental struggle.”

Shobha sat up, stunned. “What are you saying?” She asked.

Dipti realized that she had in an emotional moment let slip that she had something may have happened between her and Ajay. She pulled Shobha close to herself and hugged her. The women held each other close and tight.

“What happened?” Asked Shobha.

“I didn’t want him to want anyone but me. And I could see that your lovingness had captivated him,” whispered Dipti.

“So what did you do?” Pushed on Shobha.

“I had gone to check whether everything was okay with him. It was the night after you left. He was masturbating and I was sure he was fantasizing about you. I could not bear that thought. I took over from him and then one thing led to another,” confessed Dipti.

Shobha’s hand wandered down Dipti’s back as she felt her heat rising. “Did he suck your breasts the way he treated mine?” She asked. She had always been the more open one between the two of them, and once again she took the conversation to new ground.

“Yes, he did. I remember he did suck on you too,” reminisced Dipti and her hand wandered back to weigh the younger woman’s full and heavy breast. Her thumb found the nipple and she rubbed the nub to a nice solid turgidity.

Shobha gasped at the overtly sexual signal from her co-sister. She felt electric tingles spread through her body and pressed herself to the soothing hand. She felt so good! Her hand ran up and down Dipti’s back and she caressed the bare back below the lower edge of her blouse. Dipti shivered at the caress. She let her face graze Shobha’s cheek as passions soared. Dipti’s other hand too came up to Shobha’s other breast and both hands were identically placed; her hands were around her midriff; the fingers were around the torso, the palms cupped the weight of her breasts and the thumbs were on the nipples. She had larger breasts than Dipti for sure.

Shobha hunched, allowing space between the two of them so Dipti had more space to fondle her now-aching breasts. Her face caressed Dipti’s face and soon lips grazed. “You are so lucky, Didi! You can have him every night,” she murmured. Dipti felt Shobha’s warm breath on her face. Her lips parted. The women kissed. It was a warm and wet kiss, open mouthed. The tongues intertwined and they tasted each other deeply.

“He loves breasts. My breasts are not as lovely and full as yours dear!” Replied Dipti. “He must have enjoyed suckling on these,” she continued. Her hands pressed the breasts through the blouse and the bra. She wanted to feel the warm, full flesh. She squeezed and kneaded the mounds of flesh, mounds that her son had sucked; was he more fervent with her than he was with his mother? Wondered Dipti.

Shobha let go of Dipti and quickly her hands came to her blouse. She unhooked the blouse and let the front hang open and she also opened out the front-clasp of her bra. Soft, pendulous breasts hung out. The blouse and bra hung open allowing Dipti a full view of the breasts, brown and full, with nipples that were like milking teats. Dipti gazed at the beautiful sight, her first look at a woman’s breasts other than her own. They were soft and the way the blouse lay open, with the mangalsutra necklace decorating the cleavage made Shobha look even more sensuous.

She wanted to apply her lips exactly where her son had. Shobha held her breasts in her own hands, offering them to Dipti. Dipti leaned down and licked the longish nipples. Shobha gasped and while she continued to hold up the breast which was being treated, her other hand came to rest on Dipti’s head, encouraging her on. “Oh, Didi!” She sighed.

Dipti sucked in the breast and held the nipple inside her mouth. Her tongue swirled the nipple the way she used to swirl Ajay’s cockhead in her mouth. This was new territory, her first time with a woman. But as another woman, she instinctively knew what Shobha would like and her own desire was to relive her son’s moments of passion with this woman. It was impossible not to want her; she was full, pouting, impish and wanton. Tonight she was going to take this woman and let her take Dipti where she willed. She thought she felt milk, and she was soon sucking on the teat-like nipple as if to really milk her. Small sucking sounds and lapping sounds emanated from Dipti’s mouth joining with the fleshy breast.

“What else did he to do you? Did he also lick you down there?” Asked Shobha. “Ouch!” She yelped as Dipti used her teeth to tease her nipple some more.

Dipti looked up, “Down where?” She asked.

“Between the legs,” replied Shobha, as she massaged the other breast which was feeling neglected and was beginning to ache from the need for attention.

“Between the legs!” Asked Dipti incredulously, leaving the saliva coated breast to look up at Shobha. “What can a man do with his lips down there?” She asked, and went back to sucking the breast, this time sliding the nipple in and out of her mouth like it was a little penis and her mouth was a cunt.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, Didi! Suck me, suck me, oh yes, milk me!” Shobha begged as the action sent a jolt of electricity to her cunt.

“Here, this is where it goes, that tongue,” said Shobha. She placed her palm on Dipti’s stomach causing her to take her breath in sharply. Then the hand slid down, past down the older woman’s stomach, past the curve of her belly and toyed with the strands of hair that had strayed out of her panties. Dipti hefted herself up and kneeled on the sofa, her breasts now in Shobha’s face and her groin area open to the younger woman’s predatory moves.

Shobha had to remove her hand as there was no space for her to move her hand. She now reached under the saree and slid her hand up reaching the top of the panties on the side of Dipti’s hip. She tried to pull down the undergarment and was only partially successful. Her fingers found the crotch and felt dampness and heat as evidence of Dipti’s aroused state, though no such evidence was really needed.

Dipti bunched up her saree and petticoat and held her panties and peeled it down half way down her thighs and then went back to holding Shobha to her breasts. Shobha rubbed her face into Dipti’s chest and the panties were pulled still lower. The bubbling cunt was now open and Shobha used her fingers to caress the lips gaping in their inflamed state.

“Didi, lie back!” Whispered Shobha. “I need to show you how a tongue feels.”

Both women stood up, Dipti dizzy with anticipation and Shobha drunken with the feelings coursing through her body. Dipti lay back and Shobha knelt over her, pulling down those panties and removing them completely. The saree and petticoat were bunched up over her hips. The pallo of the saree still across her blouse, which itself bore wet saliva marks from Shobha’s desperate mouthing of the breasts. Shobha’s own breasts swung about as she moved, her blouse and bra flapping with her movements.

The scene was intoxicating. Shobha with her blouse undone and breasts swollen with the attentions of Dipti’s lips on her. Her long nipples were turgid and seemed ready to be sucked and milked, and achingly swollen. She was prone over Dipti who had her legs spread, one on the back of the sofa and the other resting on the floor, her clothes pushed up and stretched to the limit as her body strained at the confines.

“This is what your son did to me, Didi,” she whispered and she slid down to place her head between the legs and nuzzled Dipti’s pussy. She felt wetness on her face. She came up to rest on Dipti, her chest on the other woman’s chest. She looked Dipti in the eyes, “That’s what he did,” she whispered.

“Is that all?” Asked Dipti, puzzled.

“That’s all,” replied Shobha, adjusting her breasts as Dipti’s mangalsutra locket poked her. “Because he was only trying to prevent me from leaving him. This was when I realized my mistake and wanted to go. Ajay somehow knows that this tonguing is a huge turn on. He must’ve seen it in some porn movie.”

“Maine bhi dekha hai, lekin (I too have seen those movies, but…) I don’t know what happens next. There is lots of sensation and tenderness down there. Your Bhai Sahab uses his fingers sometimes and that feels nice. But fucking is fucking, though Ajay’s cock feels so different,” wondered Dipti aloud.

“I know a bit more, though none of that happened that night,” said Shobha, and she went back down between her co-sister’s legs. She knew how she would have liked to be treated and she licked Dipti’s thigh on the inside. Slowly her lips made their way to the bushy patch between her legs. She had more hair than Shobha, who kept her pubic hair trimmed, even if not fully shaven. The wetness from Shobha’s mouth settled down the hair and soon she was able to reach the warm, waiting flesh.

“Ui maa! Choteeeeeeeee!” Gasped Dipti, her hand caressing the head between her legs. (Oh! My younger one!)

Shobha looked up and asked, “Kya hua Didi?” (What happened sister) knowing perfectly well what was happening.

“Your tongue……” She shuddered, and her hips started to move against Shobha’s face. Shobha felt the cunt yawn open as her tongue continued to stroke the labial lips. Dipti drew up her knees to allow more space for Shobha to reach deeper. Her hands held Shobha’s ears and she humped the face between her legs.

Shobha tongue lapped at the cunt, making loud slurping noises. Dipti started to jerk her hips. One of Shobha’s hands headed upwards and held down Dipti’s stomach. It roamed further, feeling for her breasts which were hopelessly trapped in the layers of bra, blouse and the wrapped pallo of her saree. Shobha’s tongue knew what it was looking for, even though she didn’t have enough experience of this. Her own cunt and clit were throbbing for attention and she was intently imagining the corresponding places in Dipti’s pussy.

The tongue tip snaked out and gently probed the upper reaches of the pussy. Her first clue at having found her mark came when suddenly Dipti let out a low scream and her fingers dug into Shobha’s head. Shobha slowly retraced the recent path of her tongue and was rewarded with another jerk from Dipti’s pussy. She knew she had her target and she settled down to focus on the newly uncovered (virgin?) Clit under her tongue. She wiggled her tongue on the narrow nub exciting Dipti. The hand on her head started to rub, and continued to rub Shobha harder and harder as pleasure coursed through her entire being.

Shobha’s hand on Dipti’s breast clutched hard as she tried to find the nipple and tease and excite that part of her. Dipti frantically reached for her own blouse to open herself up to Shobha. She ripped the blouse hooks and the bra encased breasts were now exposed. But the bra itself had its hooks at the back. Shobha couldn’t wait and her hand pushed up the bra so the breast was exposed to her hand. She clutched at the flesh, pumping the breast.

Dipti sat up and reached behind under her blouse to try and unhook her bra. As she sat up she saw her co-sister lying between her legs, the head plunged in deep between her thighs. Her sitting up made Shobha lose the clit and Dipti missed the exciting lashing and quickly wanted to get this job done and lie back and give Shobha full access once more. The bra came undone and Dipti quickly pulled up that obstructing garment up and around her neck, both breasts now as open as Shobha’s. She wanted hands on her breasts, she wanted Shobha’s lips and she wanted too, to not leave Shobha unattended, but for the moment it would have to be her own selfish desires.

She quickly lay back, this time finding the small cushion from the sofa and shoving it under her hips, offering her inflamed labia more open and spread out to the waiting, impatient Shobha. As she looked around for that cushion, she had noted that the both of them were lying in a state of undress, unmistakably in a compromising position, lust and emotion driving them wilder and deeper into each others arms. They risked being discovered but this lust seemed at that moment worth any chances they were taking. The bigger risk which neither wanted to take, was to stop now and miss this opportunity with the other woman.

Dipti gasped as Shobha’s tongue resumed its journey to a climax which was long awaited. Each lash of the tongue seemed to awaken a new zone deep inside Dipti. Each stroke created a sensation completely new to her. The sensations from a cock within her, even Ajay’s cock, at best sent waves through her pussy walls. Even the orgasms which Ajay had taken her through coursed through a completely different part of her body.

But what Shobha’s tongue was doing started something deep inside her womb. The tingling she felt at the tips of her breast and the rising and falling crescendo of the pleasure waves in her suggested that this newly found body part was the single point of focus for all sexual highs in her system.

Shobha felt small surges of fluid from Dipti as her cunt started to flow freely. She felt a vacant ness within her own cunt. God, she was on fire! She needed satiation too and this need brought about a sense of urgency in her. The sooner she completed Dipti the sooner the attention could turn to her. And perhaps Dipti felt the same vacuum in her cunt too? She wondered and then thought her fingers could provide Dipti with a sense of fullness. She slid in two of her fingers and marveled at the heat and simmering wetness they encountered.

Her woman’s intuition on what another woman might seek was so right. Dipti screamed and a low guttural moan started deep in her throat as her cunt grabbed at Shobha’s invading fingers. The fingers probed her inner depths and Shobha touched and caressed her, inflaming her even more. The touches were brief and Dipti wished at certain points that Shobha would linger longer, but she was in the throes of all sorts of surging passion and could not communicate anything more than her clutching, her gripping, her moans and her sighs.

The explosion, when it came surprised both of them. Dipti was violent in the way she let go of her body as the orgasm coursed through her entirety. Her body convulsed of its own accord and she thrust her hips up and down fucking an imaginary penis. Shobha did her best to keep her tongue on the key spot but Dipti was uncontrollable. Shobha clutched Dipti’s breast ever harder, pinching and maybe hurting the other woman. But Dipti enjoyed and reveled in every bit of contact, sighing, even laughing as she came.

“Oh yes, Shobha, yes! This, this, oh yes, go on! Take me more and more!” She sobbed. Her hands were rough in their passion but tender and communicative in their message as she caressed and touched Shobha wherever she could.

She bucked in ever shallower thrusts. “Yes, my dear! Take me, take as much. I love you. This is amazing. Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She ranted as orgasm after orgasm rippled out of her system. “Nothing, but nothing… not even Ajay is this!” She shivered.

She pulled Shobha up, cupping her under her armpits and pulled her face to her own face. There were streaks of her own juices on Shobha’s face. An ever grateful Dipti kissed her warmly on the lips and Shobha rested on Dipti. Shobha gasped as she felt the breasts of her elder partner on her breasts. It felt amazingly warm and comforting. She adjusted herself and rubbed her breasts so that the nipples were toggling each other.

“Did he take you to this heaven which you just showed me?” Asked Dipti dreamily as she cuddled Shobha.

Shobha shook her head to indicate the negative. “He didn’t go far enough. I don’t know if he knows. And I was so hot for him, I wanted him inside me!” She replied. “You never got a chance to tell me how far and how much he did with you, Didi!” She asked.

The equation between the women had changed. Dipti sighed. Her hands rested now on Shobha’s ass and she gently caressed the length of her body wondering where to start the story from.

“He did with me, or I did with him? I just gave him everything that I thought he would want to experience with a woman,” she said stroking the younger woman’s head as she rested on her shoulder. She felt the breasts pressed against her own breasts and sighed, feeling good. Her hands slowly collected the saree in her hand and she bunched it up in an attempt to expose Shobha and try and return some favors.

Suddenly Shobha raised her head and looked down into her Didi’s face. She had an impish smile on her face as she asked her playfully, “Did you enjoy that hardness of his body and that pleasure which he is able to give with his cock?”

Dipti nodded and pushed Shobha off. She got up and unwound the saree from her body and laid it out on the carpet. She then held Shobha’s hand and made her stand up. Shobha’s saree was already half done and only the part wrapped around her waist remained, that too mostly was undraped. She looked at the woman standing, her breasts heaving in excitement and the blouse and bra hanging open. Shobha had her hair untied and smoothed the hair back over her head. It made her look ever more delectable. Dipti leaned forward and hugged her, and her lips closed over Shobha’s lips, tongue sliding in and out of her lips.

She spoke as she kissed, “Lie down, I need to return you some favors.”

Shobha slid to the floor and lay down on the soft saree which had been spread over the carpet, between the sofa and the centre table.

“I don’t know as much as you but let me try and build on what you just did to me,” said Dipti as she straddled Shobha’s chest. She leaned forward and smacked her face with her breasts, wiggling them in her face and teasing her. Shobha leaned forward to try and lip the tits that were bouncing around in front of her. Dipti laughed and slid lower down till she was sitting on the thighs. She undid the petticoat chord and slid the garment lower. As she went lower, she took the inner skirt off, and now reached up to pull down the panties.

Shobha raised her hips and allowed her co-sister to peel down the wet and unnecessary undergarment. She now lay nude, except for the blouse on her shoulder which anyway hung open. Dipti’s eyes focused on the well trim turf between Shobha’s legs. She felt her mouth salivate and wondered what kind of bodily reaction that was! Slowly and deliberately Dipti lifted one leg and placed it on the table and then equally carefully lifted and put the other leg on the sofa.

When Dipti dived between those legs and attacked the cunt, in a crude but strong way, it reflected her lack of skill at this new task at hand. But her hunger to taste and pleasure the other woman was so blatantly obvious as she sucked and tongued her with vigor.

Shobha found her body leaping up as the assault was too much and too intense; more than she could bear. But Dipti was brutal in pushing her back and forcing to lie back and take whatever was given to her.

“Didi!” Begged Shobha. “Aram se, please?” (Take it easy)

Dipti growled and cupped her ass and fed herself on the wide open cunt. She used her teeth mercilessly, nipping at the tend rest of inner flesh. She bit the thighs; she licked and probed the cunt deeply with her tongue. She tongue fucked the woman and used the flexibility of the tongue to push into the warm inner folds.

Then, very roughly, she thrust two and then three fingers up the now-sobbing Shobha’s throbbing pussy. The assault, while in parts painful, was also erotic in the urgency it conveyed. Shobha held the table with one hand and the sofa with the other to steady her body to the ongoing thrust and parry.

Shobha’s yawning cunt took in more of Dipti’s fingers than the latter had imagined. Dipti fucked her hard with her hand, Shobha’s body thrusting up and down with the fucking movements. Then Dipti remembered how “Chotee”- the younger – had sucked her clit and made her explode. She also remembered the spot inside her which Shobha had touched which was thrilling but had concentrated enough on.

Dipti’s mouth joined her fingers at the cunt and she made loud sucking noises as her lips competed with her fingers for space to attack the pussy. She wiggled her fingers and found a similar rough patch in Shobha just up and behind the clit. The tongue strafed the clit and the fingers wiggled on the rough patch. Shobha started to wail, “Dideeeeeeeeeee, suck me, fuck me, oh my god, you are such a….. Such a ….. Such a……aaah, aaaaaahhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“Such a what? What? What?” Demanded Dipti. She had come up to face Shobha, her face now smeared with the woman’s juices. With each ‘what’ she hard-fucked her fingers up the cunt.

Shobha sobbed in pleasure and ecstasy, “Bitch! Didi, bitch! Oh suck me, go down, I need your tongue there, take me, please, please, please……”

“And my fingers? You don’t need them?” Responded Dipti, cruelly vacating the pulsating cunt and withdrawing her fingers.

Shobha clutched at her wrist and thrust her hand back, “give me everything, give me all you got, then give me some more, morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre!” That last ‘more’ was the response to the thrusting of fingers up her throbbing cunt. But Shobha needed more tongue than Dipti was currently providing. She sat up and Dipti moved up to hug her. But Shobha wrestled her to the ground and pushed her back. Her breasts were heaving in the exertion and she looked magnificent as she loomed over Dipti, her stomach bellowing and her body in half crazed mode.

She quickly straddled Dipti and waddled her way up her body till her pussy was over her face. Then Shobha lowered herself, planting her cunt firmly on Dipti’s lips. Dipti clutched the woman’s ass and gobbled at the cunt so offered. She tongued the clit mercilessly and from behind and under her ass her fingers played with the splayed open lips of the pussy.

Shobha maneuvered her cunt to reach her clit to Dipti’s tongue. Dipti kneaded the ass and her fingers delicately probed the cunt lips as she diligently and faithfully tongued Shobha’s offered sweet spot.

Neither woman anticipated what happened next. Not Dipti because that was not how she had orgasm. Not Shobha because this was practically her first clitoral cumming. But the thrusting of her hips and spreading of labia had exposed the tend rest and almost all of the highly erogenous zones to Dipti’s marauding tongue. And the accurate, unwavering lashing from Dipti’s tongue triggered an intense orgasm.

Shobha was prone and open, so when her orgasm hit, her insides seemed to just melt. A gush of fluid poured out of her and her stomach contracted with each orgasmic squeeze. Each contraction released a squirt of amber fluid. Shobha groaned loudly and her hands reached for her own breasts which she pinched, mauled and twisted to provide relief to exploding aches there. Her womb expanded and pushed out her insides. Dipti felt the swollen mass of some organ press against her lips and tongue as it pushed outward. Shobha lost control of everything and her body squeezed itself out till she farted loudly. The shower of fluid didn’t stop. Squirt after squirt poured on to Dipti’s face.

Dipti wanted to squeeze everything out of her co-sister and her hands were busy kneading and pumping her ass. Instinctively her throat closed to avoid swallowing the flood of liquid, which she immediately knew was a fluid not familiar to her, but she didn’t know what it was.

Soon she needed to breathe and as she inhaled, she swallowed a load of the juices. She continued to tongue the cunt over her head because she could feel the body vibrating and she knew the pleasure was still coming over Shobha in waves. As she continued, she realized that what had been a slick and slime-like viscous fluid had given way to a watery and highly polished length of flesh. Shobha’s body sagged as the earth shattering orgasm drained away all of her. She let herself down on Dipti, her cunt smearing downward and her stomach coming onto Dipti’s face. The wetness between her legs spread on Dipti’s breast and as it continued its southward journey the mess went on to her torso. Both women had each other’s juices and their own fluids every where on each other.

Shobha enjoyed the feeling of Dipti’s face on her stomach and of Dipti’s breasts cushioned on her pussy. She slid to the floor so that both women were now sideways facing each other. As Dipti wiped her face on Shobha’s body, Shobha put her leg over Dipti and ground her cunt into the other woman’s thigh.

They clung to each other in that position. Nothing had prepared them for the intensity of this experience with each other. It seemed so uncomplicated and so much more fulfilling than anything they had experienced thus far.

As they lay there, Shobha still trembling and shivering from the intensity of her cumming, and Dipti sobered from the shared experience and regaining her senses, they caressed each other, hands never idle.

“There is no competition here, Didi,” murmured Shobha soothingly. “He is yours and so am I. You can keep us and take us as you wish. If I can have this kind of loving from you I don’t think I have any energy or need for anyone else.” She sighed contentedly.

Those words reminded Dipti that there was a whole world around them, with others who were included in that definition of ‘anyone else’. She turned her head to survey the room and where they were lying. Cushions, clothes and furniture lay scattered. It would be impossible to dress back to the condition in which they had arrived in this room. She kissed Shobha’s hip which she had been peering over. Shobha reached between them and held Dipti’s breast, toying with it idly.

“Choti, we better get up and get going before we are spotted here like this,” suggested Dipti.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm, no!” Protested Shobha, ducking for a mouthful of Dipti’s breast.

“Noooooooo!” Protested Dipti pushing her away. “We will have enough time later, to love and lie and sleep together. Right now lets move.”

She got up and picked up a bunch of her garments and holding them to her chest to cover herself headed to the stairs. As she walked away, Shobha devoured the sight of her from behind. Her Didi looked so fuckable, God! At the foot of the stairs, Dipti turned around and looked back at Shobha who was still sitting on the carpet.

Her breasts hung open, still, as did the blouse. Dipti could have spent the rest of the night with her face in those breasts, caressing and loving her ‘Choti’. But not for nothing was she the ‘Didi’ and responsibly, she climbed the stairs calling the night to a close.