Sexy Party (Real) part 1

The Sexy Private Party

Part – I

The invitation arrived on Tuesday. At first Rakhi did not pay any attention, thinking it was another credit card offer. But just as the attractive young housewife was about to throw the envelope in the trash, something about it caught her attention -- there was no stamp. The expensive black envelope also had no return address; it simply was a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label reading: 'Shri & Smt. Shekhar Gupta. . .Confidential'. Now curious, Rakhi carefully opened the thick flap and removed the heavy gold- embossed card. She turned it over looking for any signs of familiarity or recognition about the sender before she slowly read the cursive message:
'You have been recommended by a close, but anonymous, personal acquaintance to receive this invitation to attend a very exclusive private party. The occasion cannot be discussed at this time . . .except to assure you that any concern or reservation you may have about the legitimacy of this greeting is unwarranted. This is no gimmick or advertisement. Similarly, any and all expectations you might have about the evening will surely be exceeded. In many respects, this invitation represents the most intimate of opportunities for you as husband and wife. The party will be held the First Day of May at 8:00 p.m. sharp. Dress is semiformal. Due to the exclusive nature of this invitation, your immediate attention is critical. Please RSVP to the phone number below at your earliest
convenience. You will be given additional details at that time. I look forward to the pleasure of your company. Regards, Your Host' How mysterious, Rakhi thought. She turned the card over again a few times trying to find any clues about its origin, but there was nothing. Finally she sighed and put the invitation aside with the intention of discussing it with her husband when he arrived home from work. Bhushan and Rakhi Gupta enjoyed a typical, upper middle-class lifestyle in the suburbs. Both in their thirties, the couple was attractive and outgoing. Rakhi enjoyed her role as full-time homemaker and mother of two beautiful daughters. Bhushan's career as an investment advisor was just starting to take off. And while the family was not wealthy yet, they were certainly very comfortable in their handsome, upscale home in a quiet neighborhood with many families of similar background. The Guptas were friendly and fairly social; but since the girls came along, Bhushan and Rakhi remained at home with their kids more often than not -- only occasionally going out with a small circle of friends. . .or a rare husband and wife date. In fact, life had settled into a sort of vanilla-flavored routine without much variation. It's not something that Rakhi or Bhushan really noticed or even minded. But, every once-in-a-while, both entertained secret fleeting thoughts that perhaps it would be nice to spice things up a little. Even in the bedroom the relationship was normal and satisfactory for the married couple. They made love regularly -- usually on the weekends -- and they both shared devotion and affection for each other. There had never been any major problems or obstacles in the marriage, so there had never been any reason for either to consider infidelity. Still, if you were to ask Bhushan and Rakhi to be honest and direct, both would admit that something was missing in their lives -- something that neither of them could really identify or explain. "I have no clue what this is about," Bhushan said as he looked over the invitation that evening. "Probably some sales or real estate trap. . .or maybe one of those Amway things. But, no postmark or return address, huh? That's strange." "I know. . ." Rakhi agreed. "It was in the mailbox with the other mail, though. You think somebody hand-delivered it?"
"Probably. . .I dunno. What do you think? Guess it wouldn't hurt to at least call and find out what the deal is. I'd like to find out who sent it."
Rakhi had been thinking about the card on and off all day. The possibility that the invitation was legitimate had certainly crossed her mind; and, quite honestly, the idea was exciting. It had been ages since they'd attended a real party. An elegant, "exclusive" gathering they could dress up for might be just what the doctor ordered. "Sure, might as well see what it's about. . ." she finally said.
Bhushan dialed the number and a deep male voice immediately answered, "Yes. . .?"
"This is Bhushan Gupta . . .I received an invitation in my mailbox for a party, and. . ."
"Yes, of course Gupta ji," the voice cut him off. "Thank you for your quick response. We sincerely hope you and your wife do not have any conflicts that evening. May I confirm your attendance?"
"Hold up!" Bhushan shot back, slightly annoyed. "I have a few questions. What is all this about? Who are you and how did you get my name? You should know up front that we are not interested in any sales pitches or time-share opportunities . . ."
"I assure you, Gupta ji, that the festivities have absolutely nothing to do with sales or marketing. In fact, nothing will be required of you other than your presence. The pleasure of your company is all that is expected. This is a very exclusive party that you and your wife have been specifically recommended for and invited to attend. You should feel privileged. I'm confident you will thoroughly enjoy the evening."
"Who are you and who recommended us?" "I'm afraid that information is confidential, to protect the valued privacy of our guests. I can only say that it is someone you trust."
"I don't like surprises . . ." Bhushan said sharply. "This all sounds a little strange."
"I understand your anxiety, Gupta ji. Please understand that you have nothing to be concerned about. This will be a most enjoyable evening for both or you. . .perhaps the most unique and entertaining experience you will ever have. Now, may I confirm your reservation?"
"Hang on a sec. . ." Bhushan placed his hand over the mouthpiece and looked over at his wife who had been listening carefully to his side of the conversation. "He says it's all legit and that we'll have a great time. But he won't say who he is or why we were picked to go. I dunno. . .what do you think?" "Sounds kind of scary . . .but also sort of intriguing, you know? I guess we could always leave if it's bogus," Rakhi said thoughtfully. "What do we have to lose?" Bhushan considered it for a moment, then uncovered the phone. "Yeah, OK, we'll RSVP. But this better not be a put on. When is it again?" " First May at 8 p.m. And may I congratulate you both on your decision. Drinks and dinner will be served, followed by entertainment. Please be prompt. As the invitation suggests, the dress is semiformal. Do you have something to take down the location?"
"Ya wait. OK, tell me." "The address is 15 A, B. Mehta Road . Are you familiar with the area?" Bhushan immediately recognized a very affluent section of their community. He did have several acquaintances and clients who lived there. "All right, I know where that is." "Good. When you arrive, you will be asked for a password. This is simply to insure privacy and to prevent admittance to any uninvited guests. The password is 'Maharaja'. Please do not share the information -- the password or the address -- with anyone. Is this
completely understood and agreeable to you?" "Yes. . .I think so," Bhushan answered -- a million thoughts rushing in his head. He was still suspicious.
"Fine," said the voice. "You will be pleased you attended. You and your wife will have a wonderful experience. Again, we look forward to the pleasure of your company. Good evening." The line went dead.
Bhushan and Rakhi discussed the strange events for a long time. Bhushan was still fairly convinced that the whole thing was some kind of scam. While Rakhi shared her husband's hesitancy, she also allowed herself to privately think about the excitement of a lavish night out. It sounded fun and exotic, and she was already making plans to shop for a new outfit. Everyday life took over and the couple all but forgot about the party. Rakhi did manage to schedule a babysitter and slip out one day to buy a slinky cocktail dress and a few accessories. When the day finally arrived, the young housewife splurged on a full make over at an upscale spa and salon. She emerged feeling refreshed and pretty – her hair and makeup were styled to perfection and she felt exhilarated about the evening to come. Bhushan had been doing some half-hearted investigation about the party, trying to discover anything about who had sent the invitation or which of their friends had recommended them. But he was drawing a blank; nobody knew about it, and finally he resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to find out what was going on when he got there. Later that evening, Rakhi stood in front of a full-length mirror getting ready. She had picked up some new under things at Victoria's Secret -- a black satin thong-panty and bra set -- which she admired on her well curved body. Rakhi was indeed a beauty: 5'4" with jet black hair, cut to shoulder , with soft curls turned under at the ends to frame her pretty face. Tonight her hair was swept up behind her ears to her favorite antique comb clip, then cascading down in a fall past her slender neck to her shoulders. Her eyes were smouldering black and fiery. At 34, Rakhi kept herself in fantastic shape with lots of exercise and a sensible diet. She had fresh, soft features that made her face look much younger than her years -- almost girlish; yet her figure was alluring and womanly with high, firm breasts that strained against the encasement of the shiny bra. Her stomach was flat and tight, and her naturally olive skin glowed with an almost perpetual tan. Bhushan came into the bedroom from the shower and couldn't help feeling like a lucky man. He lustfully admired his wife's gorgeous features as she dressed -- gazing at the twin globes of her taut, round bottom just as she wore black saree well below naval, tight over her hips, matching blouse, low cut , small to reveal enough. The dress was tastefully and showed off her vital assets. She removed hair and made legs smooth. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled seductively. "You like?"
"oh… killing machine ?"
"Sir. . .flattery will get you everywhere!" she laughed
After giving the ayah some final instructions, Bhushan and Rakhi headed out to find the address. Soon they were winding through the city's most exclusive area. The gates and walls got higher and the impressive homes got bigger the farther they travelled up. Finally they found address. The sun was setting as they turned through a magnificent iron gate onto a long paved driveway. Slowly they passed the immense grounds with giant trees, big lawns, and almost every kind of flowers, hedges, and shrubbery imaginable. At the end of the driveway was a truly astonishing house that almost looked like a hotel. The architecture was superb. Outdoor spotlights were already casting a soft glow to the giant structure, and a monstrous chandelier hung inside a mammoth archway that served as the
entrance. A large fountain was positioned directly in front of the house, and there was a circular gravel drive around the fountain forming the parking area. Several expensive cars were already positioned there and a uniformed parking valet waited for Bhushan and Rakhi to stop in front of him. "I've seen better ..." Bhushan joked, but the couple couldn't help being impressed by the residence. After giving the keys to the courteous attendamaniat, Bhushan and his wife made their way up the long walkway to the gigantic front door. Before they could knock, the door swung open and a handsome young man wearing what looked to like a butler's uniform greeted them with a pleasant smile. "Good evening, Shri and Smt.'G', may I have the password please?" Rakhi and Bhushan were shocked that this stranger seemed to know them. . .at least by their initial. Bhushan stared straight into the man's deep blue eyes as if to size him up for a moment. "Maharaja," he
finally said firmly. "Very good. . .thank you. Please follow me." The man led them into the house and down a long, dimly lit corridor. The Guptas followed close behind -- gazing at the many fine and expensive furnishings and décor of the mansion. At last they came to a large room that was obviously the library. Each of the walls were stacked from the floor to the high ceiling with a myriad of books neatly arranged in tall shelves. Spread
throughout the center of the room were groupings of overstuffed leather chairs and couches for lounging and reading. It was quite a comfortable and inviting room. Several couples were already mingling and chatting softly. A small staff of waiters served cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. Bhushan immediately scanned the gathering to see if he recognized anyone. All of the guests looked very similar in age; they all seemed to be in
their mid-thirties, married, attractive, and well-off. There were three or four couples. . .then Bhushan suddenly spotted someone he knew; it was Damania -- a stockbroker friend he often played tennis with. Damania saw him too and waved with a smile. But before Bhushan and Rakhi could move over to their friend, the butler was in front of them again holding two jewelry boxes. "A gift from your host. Please put these on and wear them throughout the evening. It is like an identification badge. One of the house rules asks guests not to refer to each other by their given names, but instead to use only initials. . .for privacy. I trust you will respect this simple request." Again something strange and mysterious. Bhushan and Rakhi glanced at each other questioningly as they opened the boxes. Inside were golden medallions engraved with the initials of their first names: 'B'. The finely-crafted disks were attached to satin ribbons to hang around the neck. Bhushan's ribbon was purple and Rakhi's was pink. They put on and made their way toward Damania, or 'D' as his medallion identified him. "Welcome, welcome!" he exclaimed, smiling broadly. "I'm so glad you could make it. I've been looking forward to this for a long time." D gave both of them a warm hug. "You remember my wife, 'M'. . ."
The couples exchanged greetings and hugs. "What's this all about?"
Bhushan finally asked. "Who's house is this?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you, buddy. . ." D said, "But you and your wife are in for one fantastic great time tonight. You don't have any idea how hard it is to even be considered for one of these things. I had to pull some serious strings."
"Thanks, I guess. But damn. . .I have so many questions. Who are these people? Bhushan asked, still confused. "And why is everybody so protective of their privacy? I mean, this only using people's initials thing is a little bizarre."

"Trust me," D chuckled. "All your questions will be answered soon. In the meantime, just relax and enjoy yourselves. Get to know the other guests. Amazing place, huh? You have to admit this is probably not what you were expecting."
"We didn't know what to expect. . ." Rakhi piped up. "But I certainly agree with you. This place is amazing."
"You haven't seen anything yet! Enjoy yourselves. . .we'll keep an eye out for you." D grinned and his wife winked at Bhushan as the couple moved off to visit with some of the other guests.
Bhushan watched them go, secretly enjoying the way Damania's wife looked in her shiny gold dress. Truth be known, Bhushan had always considered Manisha to be a "looker"; she was taller than Rakhi, probably 5-7, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be teasing him whenever they spoke. M had a fantastic figure with big, full breasts and a shapely ass that undulated seductively in her tight gown as she moved away. Bhushan watched her go until Rakhi noticed where he was gazing and punched him playfully on the shoulder.
There were only two other couples in the room. Soon Bhushan and Rakhi met and visited briefly with both. 'S' was a big, ruggedly- handsome man who looked like a former football player. Rock- solid from head to toe, he shook Bhushan's hand firmly then surprised Rakhi by taking her small hand in his huge paw and kissing it lightly. His hazel eyes stared deep into hers as he smiled warmly. Rakhi liked his friendly, relaxed manner instantly and couldn't help fixing her gaze on him as he introduced his wife, 'T', a lovely, tall redhead. Bhushan and T chatted for a few minutes, while S turned his attention back to Rakhi.
"So, this is your first time here, huh? I'm so glad you came," S said smoothly; everything about him seemed to smile at Rakhi. She liked the way the soft tan-lines around his eyes wrinkled slightly when he laughed. There was a slight touch of grey at the sides of his full head of sandy-colored hair, but it just made him look that much more distinguished and attractive, Rakhi thought. He really was a good looking man.
"Yes, we are still kind of trying to figure out how we got here," she answered. "It's all kind of mysterious, isn't it? Do you know the hosts?"
S laughed with delight. "I'm not sure any of us really know each other very well. We've been to one or two of these parties, but, like you said. . .it's all rather mysterious. That's what makes it all so exciting. Don't you agree?"
"I suppose, yes, I guess it is kind of exciting. I'm looking forward to finding out what else will happen," Rakhi admitted. "So am I. . ." said S softly, gazing at her again in a way that almost made her knees weak.

The other couple was 'J' and 'V', a black husband and wife. Like the others at the party they looked like they were in their thirties and very attractive -- almost exotic looking. Bhushan and Rakhi soon discovered that it was this couple's first time here too -- and they were as mystified as the Guptas. J, the husband, was also very solidly built and fairly tall -- perhaps 6'5". Bhushan thought he must be a former athlete as well. J's wife, V, was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She wore a beautiful multi-colored dress made from a gauzy material that almost looked like scarves tied together; it accentuated her generous curves extremely well, and she caught the eye of every man in the room as she moved gracefully about.

After about 30 minutes -- when the couples had a chance to introduce themselves and sample some of the excellent champagne and appetizers -- a man Rakhi and Bhushan had not seen before stepped quietly into the library. He was large, muscular, completely bald, and he was wearing a uniform similar to the butler who had met them at the door. The man moved to the middle of the small group and rang a little bell to get their attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of your host, may I offer you warmest greetings and appreciation for attending the party. My name is Shrikant. I have been asked to represent the owner of the estate who sends his deepest regret that he is not able to join you personally tonight. But I have been instructed to extend to you, his dear guests, every courtesy and to provide for your every need while you are with us. Some of you are here for the first time. To you in particular we extend our warmest greetings and sincere wish that you will enjoy a most memorable evening.
In a few moments dinner will be served in the dining room next door. Afterwards, some very special entertainment has been arranged for you in the Hall. Prior to that, however, I will have some additional information and instructions to share with you. As you enjoy dinner, please remember to respect the request to use only the initials on your medallions as you visit with and refer to one another. Thank you for your cooperation. And now, ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served. . . They were ushered into a spacious and well decorated dining room where the large table was already set with the first course of a feast that included a vast array of delicious and incredible dishes served by an attentive and courteous staff. The group was seated by their initials at reserved places that separated spouses from each other in order to allow the couples to mix more freely and continue to become acquainted. Rakhi and Bhushan were almost at opposite ends of the massive table, but they caught each other's eye occasionally and silently acknowledged that the food and the company were completely enjoyable. Rakhi was secretly thrilled that she had been seated next to 'S'; the handsome broad-shouldered man chatted and laughed with her throughout the meal -- making her feel almost as giddy as a schoolgirl. As they were finishing a delicious dessert, Shrikant appeared at the head of the table and rang his bell again. "I trust that you have enjoyed your meal. Has everything been satisfactory?" Everyone around the table glanced at each other smiling and nodding with approval; the meal was indeed excellent.
"Fine. . ." Kulkarni continued, "Now, as I mentioned earlier, I have some additional instructions to share with you before we present the evening's entertainment. Those of you who are first- time guests will want to pay particular attention. You will be escorted into the ballroom where you will be seated together as husband and wife couples. When the entertainment begins, you will kindly stay in your assigned seats until the chime sounds. Ladies, when you hear the chime, please move to the next seating area to your left. . .then continue to move to your left to the next area each time the chime sounds. Gentlemen, please remain seated where you are throughout the performance.
For our new guests, the purpose of this rotating method of seating is to encourage you to become better acquainted with one another. Hopefully you have all had the chance to become familiar enough to enjoy the company of whomever you happen to be seated with. You will likely find the entertainment stimulating. Feel free to react naturally to what you will see and hear. However, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, please do not hesitate to excuse yourself and leave the room. We would also ask that you respect unconditionally the wishes or the concerns of the other guests. No one shall be required to participate in anything against their will. Is this clearly understood?"
Again the couples looked around at each other and nodded, but this time not quite so enthusiastically. Bhushan and Rakhi glanced nervously at each other, as did 'J' and 'V'. They all had similar thoughts about the strange nature of these instructions – especially the idea of "stimulating" entertainment and the possibility that someone may be "uncomfortable" with what was going to happen. All this, coupled with the protected identity of the guests and the mystery surrounding their absent host, made this all seem very strange. But the other couples who had been there before seemed comfortable with what was happening, so the two "new" couples shrugged and nodded slightly in agreement.

CONTD…..

Sex On Train

Fuck In A Train

At 5.50 p.m. on a hot May evening I was sitting on the lower berth of a coupe compartment in the first class air conditioned coach of a train scheduled to depart in ten minutes time. I was undertaking this over night journey to attend a business meeting. Who am I? Yes I forgot to introduce myself. My name is sonail, this is not my given name but everyone including
my parents calls me by it. Anyway what is in a name. I am 6 feet tall slim and quite handsome and by profession a freelance commercial artist. The incident I am about to narrate took place many years ago. The upper berth was still empty. I was wondering who would be my travel companion when the conductor arrived with a lady and pointed to the upper berth and said, "Madam this is the only berth, which is not occupied. If you want I can allot it to you. This gentleman is also traveling to your destination". The lady looked around the compartment and seeing me she hesitated but said, "Oh I must get there by morning. Okay I will take it" and left with the conductor.
Soon she was back carrying her vanity case and accompanied by a coolie, who stowed away her luggage. The train started to move as she settled down. I was sitting next to the window and she sat down on the other end of the berth. She took out a bestseller and started to read. I must tell you about her.She was about 24 years old, beautiful, tall, slim, very fair with
long hair tastefully done up in a bun behind her head. She wore a sky blue chiffon sari with matching blouse, matching bindi and sandals. Her sari was wrapped tightly round her body showing all her curves to their best advantage, the pallu (the upper end of the sari) was pulled tightly across her firm boobs. Her boobs were not very large but the right size for her physique. From the sindoor in her hair it was evident that she was married. She had a double pearl string around her neck, which enhanced the beauty of her swan like neck, pearl tops and a diamond ring on her fingers. She looked educated and seemed to belong to upper middle class and moving in good society. To me she seemed like Miss World and Miss Universe both rolled in one.
Seeing her beautiful face I wondered how beautiful her choot would be and I got a hard on. I introduced myself and we talked on many subjects. Our conversation was in English. She was easy to talk to and was quite at ease during the whole time. During our conversation she told me that her name was Kiran, she was married for four years, had no children, her husband had gone abroad for two months training and she had spent this time visiting with her parents. Her husband was to return at 2 a.m. tonight and she was returning to her husband's home to be with him. She could not get a berth on
yesterday's train therefore had to travel today. (This apparently was the reason she had agreed to share a coupe with a male fellow passenger).
While we were talking the coach attendant came to make the beds. We
went out in the corridor. She stood near me and I could smell the lovely perfume she had used. This did not do my hard on any good. After the attendant had finished making the beds he took our order for dinner and said, "I will serve it at around 9 p.m. in the compartment. Is it all right?" We said okay and he left. We returned to our seats. I sat down as before near the window but Kiran instead of sitting at the far end of the berth sat down near
the middle and we continued or conversation. At about 7 p.m. I opened my 'travel bar'. "Would you care for a drink? I am sorry I can offer only a limited choice of scotch and cognac". For a moment she hesitated then said, "Thank you very much. I would love to join you. Scotch for me please". I poured out the drinks and we settled back to enjoy them. While I had finished half a glass, Kiran had emptied her glass. When I started to refresh her drink she took the bottle from my hand and poured herself a stiff drink, which she started to gulp. I was in no mood to be stuck with an intoxicated woman all night I advised her to drink slowly. She said, "Don't worry I will not embarrass you. I am quite used to drinking at parties". When the attendant brought dinner she had had four drinks to mine two. She had been right the scotch had no visible effect on her. We ate our dinner. After dinner we sipped some cognac. When the attendant came to collect the dishes he asked when would we like the morning tea to be served. I asked him at what time would we reach our destination. He said at 7.30 a.m. Would tea at 7 a.m. be all
right or would you prefer it earlier? I asked Kiran. She said 7 O'clock was fine with her. At 10 p.m. I told her it was time to go to bed. I further suggested
that I will go out to smoke a cigarette and in the meanwhile she could change into her nightclothes if she so desired. After 15 minutes I returned to the compartment. Except for a small glow of the night lamp the compartment was in darkness. I thought that Kiran had gone to sleep and I softy opened the door and entered. I was surprised to see Kiran lying flat on her back with legs slightly apart and her arm across her face on the lower berth. Dear Reader you can imagine what was the effect on my cock seeing her in this posture. You are right I again got a hard on. I called out her name softly but she did not reply. I touched her on the arm and said "Kiran tumhara berth uper wala hai tum wahan leto (Kiran the upper berth is yours, you lie there)".
Without removing her arm she said, "Uun tum uper let jao (Uun you lie on the top)". This remark of hers gave me the opening I was looking for all evening. I quickly lay down on top of her with my standing cock pushing between her parted legs and started to make fucking motions. She did not protest or raise an alarm but opened her legs a little more making it easier for my lund to reach her choot. Opening her eyes and removing her arm she said softly, " Aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? (What are you doing?)". "Jo tumne kaha tha wahi kar raha hoon uper let gaya hoon (I am doing what you said I am lying on top)". Now confident of fucking her I started squeezing her tits and kissing her. At first she did not respond but after a few kisses she started kissing me back and soft moans of pleasure escaped her. I whispered "Kiran aise mazaa nahin aayega hum apne kapre uttar lain (Kiran we will not enjoy this way let us take off our clothes)". "Please batti band kar do mujhe sharam aati hai (Please switch off the light I feel embarrassed)". I switched off the night-light and quickly undressed and watched her taking her clothes off in the
little light that filtered through the door curtain and the window. When I saw that she had pulled off her panties, I suddenly switched on the main light of the compartment. With a small squeak she jumped into my arms and said "Batti kyon jaladi? (Why did you switch on the light?)". "Tera khoobsoorat badan dekhne ko (To see your beautiful body) I said". Kissing her I slowly led her to the berth and laid her down. As expected her body was very pretty without any blemish of any sort. Her choot looked freshly shaved and had a glow to it. In order not attract undue attention I switched off the main compartment light leaving the reading light on and lay down next to her and
placed her hand on my standing cock. "Aapka lund tau bahut bara hai mere mard ka iss se kafi chota hai (Your cock is very large my husbands is much smaller)". I kissed her and took her now erect clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and pressed it. She said a loud 'Oh' and bucked her bottoms against my hand. I continued to press it and slowly moved my fingers into her
wet choot and started to finger fuck her. When I drew my finger outwards she raised her choot to keep the finger from withdrawing. She continued to moan with pleasure and started to pull me by my cock on top of her. I mounted her but did not attempt to enter her choot instead I rubbed my lund up and down in her wet slit, from her clit to her fuck hole and back. She kept moaning and groaning with pleasure and muttering "Oh sonail oh sonail".
"sonail mujhe iss tereh kyon sata rahe ho please apna lund meri choot main dal kar mujhe chodo (sonail why are you teasing me like this please put your cock in my cunt and fuck me)". I started to insert my cock into her dripping choot "Oh oh jara dhire dhire lag raha hai (Oh oh little slowly it is hurting) she requested. When I was fully in her I found her choot to be quite tight for a woman who had been married for four years and used to regular fucking.
Apparently her statement that the cock of her husband was smaller than mine was correct. I slowly moved in and out. After a few strokes she let out a loud sigh and released her cunt juices wetting my prodder. I maintained my slow rhythm and soon her hips were moving with my strokes. Her breath was coming in gasps and her back arched pressing her choot to my body. It was not long before she came again. Without missing a stroke I continued till I felt my seed rising and my strokes became faster and harder. She started saying "Haan aise hee chodo, haan jor se, thora aur jor haan haan oh ohhhh (Yes fuck me like this, yes harder, yes still harder oh ohhhh)" and came yet
again and fell back exhausted. At this moment I also spurted my cum in her fuck hole. When my lund lost its stiffness I withdrew and lay down next to her. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Oh it was heavenly" she said, "I am so glad
that my prayers have been answered". Not understanding what she meant I asked her to clarify. She took my cock in her hand and manipulating it said, "You already know that I have been without a cock for two months and was looking forward to being fucked by my husband tonight. I had also shaved my choot this morning, as my husband does not like hair on it. Therefore I was
feeling very horny. While conversing with you I saw your perpetual hard on and my choot started to drip. I therefore decided not to wait till tomorrow but to get fucked by you tonight. I did not, however know how to go about it. I thought you will make a pass at me but you did not. When you offered me a drink I immediately accepted hoping to drown my inhibitions in alcohol and be able to give some suggestive hints. But this also did not help, as I could not overcome my maidenly shyness. When you suggested that it was time to go to bed I was very disappointed. That is why I was lying the way I was when you came back. Then you asked me to shift to my berth without thinking and out of frustration I made that remark. I actually meant for you to take the upper berth but thank god you misread my meaning and lay down on top of me. Rest you know. I was very happy that you had taken the initiative and as I said my prayers had been answered". I told her that I had wanted to fuck her from the moment I had laid my eyes on her. Your freshly shaved pussy is very pretty and then confided in her that I love deflowering young hairless virgin choots and her choot was tight like a recently fucked virgin. She said I should be careful while plucking the cherry of young hairless virgin choots as I could kill them with my big laurda. Your lund is not a lund but a weapon. I laughed and said until now my laurda had cherry of many hairless virgins to its name and none had died but all had enjoyed themselves. The conversation and Kirans handling of my lund had made it stiff again. I mounted her again and we enjoyed a long slow satisfying
fuck. Then we lay back to rest and fell asleep. When I got up the train was standing at a station. I looked at my watch and saw that I had not slept more than 20 minutes. I slowly removed her arm, which was holding me round my chest and pushed her flat on her back. Kiran was fast asleep.
I got down on my knees and put my mouth on her cunt and commenced to
lick it and suck her clit. She got up with a start and not knowing what was happening she gave a small scream. Realizing it was me she said "Rukna nahin bahut achha lag raha hai aur chaato aur chooso meri choot ko (Don't stop it is lovely continue to lick and suck my cunt)". I had no intention of stopping and continued to lick and suck her choot with new vigor. She pressed her choot to my mouth and placed her hands on the back of my head guiding me to her sensuous spots. She was coming non-stop like a waterfall. After some time she cried "sonail ab ruk jao mujhse aur saha nahin jata main mar jauingi please stop (sonail please stop I can't bear it any more I will die please stop)". I however continued till I saw she was exhausted from cumming. I released her clit from my mouth and lay down next to her. "sonail that was fantastic" she said, "I did not know that there was so much pleasure to be experienced from pussy eating. No one has ever licked my cunt before this is my first time. My husband only kisses me and sometimes sucks my boobs and fucks me in the missionary position". "Jaan abhi tau kayi aur cheezain seekhni hain tumne (Darling you have to learn many more new things)". I replied. She looked at me with questioning eyes. I said, "Jaan abhi tau tumne mere laurde ko choos kar isska amrit peena hai aur mere lund ki apni gaand se moolakat karani hai (Darling you have yet to suck my cock and drink its elixir and to introduce my cock to your ass hole)". "Yeh karna zaroori hai (Is it necessary to these)" She asked. "Karna tau hai (You have to)" I insisted. "How can I refuse you and your lund anything after the pleasures you both have given me" she said. "Bolo jaan pahele mera lund choosogi ya pahele gaand marwaogi aur phir lund choosogi (Tell me darling will you first suck my cock or
shall I fuck your gaand first and then you like to suck my cock)" I asked.
She thought for a second and decided to suck my cock first. She must
have thought that to suck a cock freshly out of her choot was a much better bargain than a cock freshly out of her ass hole. I asked her to kneel in front of me and start sucking. At first her teeth hurt me but I instructed her and soon she got the hang of it and sucked my cock like an experienced cocksucker. Soon I told her I was about to release my load and holding her head warned her to swallow each and every drop of it without spilling any. Soon I started spurting my-cum in her mouth. She tried to remove her head
but my firm grip on it prevented it and she had to per force swallow or choke, she naturally swallowed. After I had finished cumming and my cock lost its hardness without a word she got up and lay down on the berth. "Achha laga? (Did you like it?)" I inquired. She said that it was her first time but I suppose I will get used to it. We lay quietly for some time. I then reminded her that it was time to fuck her in the ass. "Do you really want to do it?" She asked. I nodded. "Bahut dard hogi kya? (Will it pain a lot?)". She asked. "Teri paheli bar hai dard tau hogi lakin tere paas cream ya Vaseline ho tau dard kum hogi (It is your first time it will pain but if you have some cream or Vaseline then it will reduce the pain)" I replied. She said she had some Vaseline in her vanity case but did not make any move to fetch it. I waited for ten minutes or so then said softly jaan the Vaseline please. She got up in a huff and took out the Vaseline and placed it in my hand and said, "Yeh rahi Vaseline aur yeh rahi meri gaand phard dalo iss ko (Here is the Vaseline here is my ass hole do as you like)". I took the Vaseline and placed Kiran in the ass fucking position with her bottoms sticking upwards. I first applied Vaseline on my cock then taking some of it by my fingers I rubbed it on her ass hole. Inserting my finger in the hole I applied the Vaseline inside the ass hole and moved my finger in rotary motion. She said this is nice. "Abhi tau mera lund baki hai (My cock is still to come)". I replied. Placing my lund on the hole I applied little pressure. She opened her mouth to scream. I told her to bite on the pillow to avoid her screaming. I slowly pushed my cock in after initial resistance it
entered and I started to fuck her in the ass hole. During this period she lay there groaning with pain and pleasure. After I had finished I lay down next to her and asked "Mazaa aaya? (Did you enjoy it?). "Pahele tau bahut dard hui phir thoda achha laga (First it hurt a lot then I liked it a little)" She replied. I told her not worry she will get used to it and then she will really enjoy herself. She did not say anything. I had a feeling that all is not well. I asked her if she was all right. She said yes in a small voice. "Do you know why I fucked you in the ass and made you suck my cock and drink my-cum?" I asked. She said no. For many reasons one of them is I love doing it. They add variety there is no fun in just lying flat and fucking. Sure one enjoys it but there is no fun. Variety is the spice of love life. Another important reason is that if you suck the cock of your husband and let him fuck your ass then
he will be your slave for life he will suck your cunt and do or buy anything you desire. She did not say anything but after some time she said, "You are
right our sex life is quite monotonous. I must get my husband to do these things you have taught me". "How will you manage it without revealing too much?" I asked. "Don't worry I will manage it" she said with a smile. Dear Reader a man is but a child before the guile of a woman. We fucked through the night in different positions with short rests in between to recharge our batteries. We also fucked on the upper berth to give it a 'slept in look'. At 6.30 in the morning we called it a day or better said a night and she lovingly sucked my lund clean and got dressed. The coach attendant brought our morning tea at 7 o'clock we sat sipping it. I gave her names of few books to read which would add spice to her sex life. She made a mental note of them.
When we reached our destination she gathered her luggage and giving me a peck on my cheek and said, "Goodbye and I hope you have made me pregnant I would love to have your child" and she was gone. There was nothing left for me but to collect my belongings and leave carrying with me the memories of a pleasant train journey