A jolt of electricity shot through my body, waking me suddenly from a deep sleep. I was drenched in sweat, my skin slick and uncomfortable against the sheets. My heart was racing, and I knew immediately what had caused it - the same dream that had been haunting me for the past month. In this dream, Nandagopal - affectionately known as Nandu - appeared before me, swinging his long staff dangerously close to my lips. His muscular trunk was swollen and pulsing with veins, and at the tip of his shaft stood a drop of white semen glistening in the dim light.
The dream dissipated as my lips slowly moved closer to the tantalizing sight before me. But as I reached out to touch it, I woke up. Was it just a dream? I looked around my dimly lit room, longing for the fantasy to continue. The clock read 5:00 - an early morning dream? They say morning dreams come true. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought, igniting a familiar heat within my body. My hand instinctively went under my nightie, lightly massaging my breast as I tried to calm my racing thoughts.
My name is Malini - 40 years old and working as a teacher in a private school in Delhi. It had been six years since I got married, and two short years later, I lost my husband. But even in his absence, my lustful desires remained strong. So there was no lack of dreams to fulfill them. The only tangible reminder of our brief marriage was our five-year-old daughter Mini, who slept peacefully in her room down the hall.
Cursing under my breath, I abruptly awoke from the dream that had consumed me. No more sleep for now. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged over to the window, throwing it open in hopes of being greeted by a refreshing breeze. The cold wind hit me like a slap in the face, jolting me awake even further. Despite the shock, I couldn't help but revel in the tranquility of the morning, my favorite time of day. Usually, I would have been up and out for a jog by now, but today was a holiday and I allowed myself to sink back onto the comfort of my bed.
Suddenly, my mind went back to the dream. It was about Nandu, also known as Nandagopal – a final year medical student at AIIMS who had moved in next door just a month ago. We instantly bonded over our shared Tamil heritage in Delhi. I had even started sharing my beloved Kumudham and Vikadan magazines with him, wanting to open up and connect with him on a deeper level. But what really drew me to Nandu was how he handled an incident that happened right outside our homes - someone got into an accident and fell off their scooter. Nandu sprang into action and helped them without hesitation, his medical knowledge coming into play. That memory still gives me goosebumps.
I turned around and saw my daughter, my five-year-old mini-cub, sleeping soundly in her bed. Even her sleep was beautiful, with her hair gently swaying in the cold wind and her lips slightly pursed as if sweating. I couldn't resist leaning down and planting a light kiss on her cheek, despite being told not to do so by society. Perhaps it was because Nandu was on my mind or maybe it was just pure motherly love that made me break that rule.
My thoughts drifted to Nandagopal once again. He held a special place in my heart, a soft spot that no one else could fill. He had been coming over to my house more often lately, even just yesterday. I couldn't deny the fluttering feeling in my stomach every time he said "hello" and his handsome face, full lips, perfect teeth, and piercing gaze landed on me. As his eyes lingered on my neck for a moment before trailing down my body, a tingling sensation ran through my spine. It was as if he had the power to awaken every nerve ending in my body with just a look.
As I sat lost in thought, my Mini cutie suddenly woke up from her nap. Her hair was ruffled and her sweet voice echoed through the room.
"Mummy, Good Morning!" she chirped.
I smiled and replied, "Good Morning, my darling."
Feeling a surge of love, I leaned in and gave her a big kiss on the lips.
"Good Morning, Darling," I said again, still smiling.
"Have a shower!" she exclaimed, wrinkling her nose at me playfully.
I chuckled and replied, "No dear, I'll go now."
"But you smell good, like you've already had a bath!" she protested.
"Hmm, is that so?" I teased back.
"You look nice, mom!" she continued with a smile.
"Hey cutie! Who told you all this?" I asked curiously.
"Nandumma from the opposite house! He said that if you marry beautiful women, your life would be beautiful." she explained.
"Is it? Is he really saying all this?" I questioned with amusement as I made my way towards the bathroom.
Wow, does he say all these things to me? My mind stirred as memories of our conversation from yesterday resurfaced. The mind rewinds. What did we talk about...?
"Thanks Nandu," I found myself whispering to him in gratitude once again.
"Why Mami?" he asked innocently.
"For saving my child," I replied honestly.
"How many times do you say thank you?" he asked with a smile before walking away. As he moved, his masculine scent lingered in the air...a blend of musk and a hint of some floral fragrance...it was intoxicating.
Seeing him walk away, my heart rate increased without realizing it. There was something in his eyes that communicated more than just words...something that spoke volumes..."that I love you."
I...I...I was starting to have feelings for him. Lost in thoughts of Nandu, I absentmindedly did some stretches and exercises while getting ready for my shower. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and couldn't help but admire my own body. I had always been confident about my natural curves and beauty, without needing any enhancements or makeup. If I had walked into a movie theater with just a simple saree on, I would have definitely turned heads and been mistaken for a heroine.
As I stepped into the shower, I peeked through the ventilator and saw Nandu doing his daily physical exercises outside. His muscles rippled as he lifted weights, his chest glistening with sweat. I couldn't help but smile at the sight and quickly adjusted my bra and blouse, showing just the right amount of cleavage...enough to tease but not too much. Pulling down my saree to reveal my belly button, I made sure it hugged my body in all the right places before stepping out confidently.
Now dressed and feeling good about myself, I emerged from the bathroom with a sense of newfound confidence.
I took my time getting dressed, carefully selecting a vibrant blue saree and matching sleeveless blouse. I dusted myself with a light coating of powder, making sure to enhance my already ample assets. As I pulled the saree down, exposing my navel, I couldn't help but feel beautiful.
"Mini Kanna, you watch TV! I will go to Nandu Plot," I called to my niece as I headed out the door.
I found Mini sitting in front of the mini TV, her eyes glued to Jetix. Her mind was buzzing with excitement; today she would finally make a move on Nandu. Let the cartoon characters entertain her for now, while I focused on seducing Nandu.
It was ten o'clock in the morning, the perfect time to catch Nandu in his kitchen. I rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. Confused, I rang again. It was like he had disappeared.
"Here I am," came a voice from the bathroom.
"Okay, I'll come later, Nandu," I said disappointedly.
But then, surprisingly, Nandu hurriedly wrapped a towel and opened the door. "Mami, stay, don't go," he pleaded with me. Oh my goodness! I did not expect him to come out like this!
"What's going on at this hour?" his voice was filled with surprise.
"Nothing. Just finished all my work and thought to come help you," I replied casually.
"What's all that for Mami!" he exclaimed.
"It's nothing. Now have you had your coffee?" I asked.
"Mami, forget about all that. Just sit down and let me make you some coffee," he insisted.
With a heavy heart, I said goodbye and went into the kitchen to prepare some coffee. As Nandu sat on the sofa in the living room, I couldn't help but admire his well-built body and smooth, unwrinkled skin. He was half my age, but that didn't stop my mind from wandering to thoughts of my late husband.
"Tea? Coffee?" I offered as I walked back into the living room.
"Coffee, ma'am," he replied with a smile.
As I passed by him, I made sure to flaunt my curves in front of him, hoping to stir up some desire in his young mind. And as expected, I could feel a slight heat spreading through my body as his eyes followed me. I purposely didn't bother wearing my panties on purpose.
Lost in thought, I accidentally bumped into the electric chimney in the kitchen. It felt like a wave crashing against me as tamarind splattered all over me. My plea for help sounded distant and muffled, like a voice coming from deep within a well.
Nandu ran towards me, shouting "What happened, Mami?" I felt faint and leaned over him, my body trembling with unexplained chemical changes. My mouth watered profusely and my limbs shook. As I tried to stand up, a wire pierced through my thigh causing blood to drip down my leg.
In a panic, Nandu guided me to sit on the bed in the hall and quickly cleared away all the utensils in the kitchen. In the chaos, my saree slipped off and revealed my youthful body. My skirt had already ridden up above my knee, showcasing my toned legs that Nandu's eyes couldn't help but devour.
Feeling overwhelmed and flustered, I got up holding onto his hand. But as I stood, my plump breasts collided with his chest, sending my heart racing. His intense gaze met mine and he held out his hand for me to grab. Once again, our bodies pressed together as we stood close.
"What is it, Mami?" Nandu asked nervously, sensing something was amiss.
"It's nothing," I replied quickly before he could ask further. "I just bumped into the chimney and a cupboard fell on top of me."
I looked around at the air-conditioned room and noticed my saree had come undone in the commotion. My shyness peaked as I felt more chemical changes in my body, causing my mouth to water uncontrollably.
"What's this blood, Mami?" Nandu snapped me out of my thoughts.
"It's okay," I reassured him. "That wire just stuck into my thigh."
He came closer to inspect the wound and I sat up on the bed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal at his proximity. He crouched down in front of me and I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire towards him.
"Hurry up, Nandu," I said, trying to distract myself. "Do you have something to drink?"
"Sure, Mami," he replied eagerly, running towards the fridge.
As I waited for him, I couldn't ignore the heat rising in my body. It wasn't just from the warm weather outside, but a different kind of heat that was consuming me. Despite the air-conditioned house, my body radiated with desire and I couldn't help but notice Nandu's lungi-clad body as he moved around.
I knew it was wrong to feel this way towards him, such a young guy. But the need for his closeness and touch was overwhelming. His rod pressing against me only intensified my desires, and I couldn't resist thinking about what it would be like if we were intimate. The thought kept creeping into my mind, and I knew there was only one solution - Nandu.
I noticed how his eyes couldn't help but glance at the mirrored chest while he prepared our drinks. With a mischievous smile, I said "Mami..." to grab his attention.
"Why is there no Nandu Koola?" I asked with a teasing tone.
"I only have beer," he replied, looking surprised at my request.
"It's okay, Nandu," I reassured him. "I'll have a beer."
"Have you ever had beer before, Mami?" Nandu asked with genuine curiosity.
"I have," I replied confidently. "Nandu wa! Come here baru adi pattiru!"
With a coy smile, I lifted my skirt above my knee to reveal more of my legs and the injury caused by the wire. Blood continued to drip down my leg, but I couldn't help feeling empowered by his intense gaze as he examined my wound.
His eyes widened and his lips parted slightly in surprise as he took in my sensual appearance. The lust in his eyes was greater than the pain of my injury, and I couldn't resist teasing him even more.
"Nandu, it hurts!" I pretended to cry out, pulling at my skirt to reveal more of my legs.
"I'll take a look," he said softly, trying to avoid looking at me directly.
"Is something wrong with the wire?" I asked innocently, placing my hand on my waist and lifting my skirt higher to expose more of my sandalwood legs.
"No, no Mami," Nandu stammered. "The wire is rusted. You may need a tetanus shot."
"Oh no, not an injection!" I exclaimed dramatically. "I'm allergic to needles."
"It won't hurt too much, ma'am. And it's important to prevent any infection," he pleaded with me.
"But I'm afraid of needles," I pouted, hoping he would give in.
"Don't treat me like a little child, Mami," Nandu said with a hint of frustration.
"Okay fine," I relented with a smirk. "I'll take the injection on my buttocks instead."
"Mameeeee," Nandu stammered in shock and disbelief.
"Are you okay with that?" I asked with a sly smile.
There was no response from him as his eyes remained fixed on mine.
"This saree is too uncomfortable". Saying this and with a flick of my wrist, I remove my saree pallu, exposing my bare breasts through the sheer blouse. He can't help but stare, and I revel in his discomfort. He's never seen me like this before, and it's clear he doesn't know how to handle it.
"Come here, Nandu," I purr, placing my hand on his shoulder. His legs tremble slightly under my touch.
"What's wrong, Nandu? Are you feeling as hot as I am?"
"Mhm," he manages to mutter out.
"Of course you are, darling Nandu," I say, emphasizing the word "darling." No one would ever call him that, and he must be shocked to hear me use it.
"Nandu, you're so tense. Let's have a drink and relax. Then maybe a little injection for some extra fun." He stumbles over his words, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
"Nandu! What are you doing with those buttons?" I place my hand on top of his, stopping him.
"Why don't you take off your shirt instead? You don't need this silly thing. You're not a boy anymore." As I speak, I watch him through the mirror from the bathroom. Good for you! Great muscles! Keep up with your workouts!
I turn to face him and see his shocked expression. Without hesitation, I reach out and unbutton his shirt from the bottom. We stand close together now - if he raises his arms even slightly, they'll brush against me. My breasts are right there in front of him, perky and firm in their thin blouse. I can feel my chest rising and falling as we stand so close...the scent of my perfume filling the room slowly.
"What a strong body you have," I whisper, placing my hand on his stomach. His heart is beating fast and I can hear it in my own ears.
"Why are you so nervous?" I ask, tracing my fingers along his skin.
"Mhm," he responds, his voice barely audible.
"Mhm," I repeat, moving behind him as I continue to play my game. Slowly, I peel his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. My hands travel down his arms, admiring the toned muscles. He remains frozen in shock, allowing me to run my hands all over him before I slide them around his waist and embrace him from behind. My breasts press against his back, sending a shiver through both of us.
"Shall we have some beer, Nandu?" I whisper into his ear, kissing his lobe gently. I lead him into the bedroom and notice that he's breathing heavily now. It seems he's getting just as hot as I am.
"What's the matter, Nandu? Are you used to this kind of treatment from girls?" I tease him as I pour myself a bottle of beer. The alcohol burns slightly going down, but I ignore it. "You look like a movie star - surely you've seduced plenty of women before?"
"No," he admits quietly.
"That's surprising...a handsome man like you couldn't possibly be inexperienced." I finish my bottle quickly and offer him another with a mischievous grin. We'll see how far I can push him tonight.
"Doesn't it bother you that the dress is red like this...Daddy, what a shame!" I removed my saree head. Now my breast was clearly visible through the blouse. He knew he couldn't help but see this. Pity! He seemed to be shaking well. He has never seen me like this before. It's new to him that I look like this!
"Nandu come" I put my hand on his shoulder. His legs could be seen shaking slightly.
"What Nandu! Are you as hot as me?"
"Mmm"
"Of course it is, Nandu darling," I said.
I pronounced "darling" emphatically. Of course no one would call him Darling. He would never have dreamed that I would call him.
I said, "Nandu, you are also bloated. Let's drink some cola! Then give us an injection." He stumbled. His hands fumbled, buttoning his shirt from the bottom.
"Nandu! Why are you pushing the button"
I put my hand on his hand.
What's boiling in the AC! Take off your shirt without talking! Why shirt! That's a shirt for boys like you! I watched from the bathroom. Wow good for you Masilda! You must exercise well!"
I saw him. I could see that he was shocked and looking at me. I reached my hand and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt. He was standing next to me. If he lifts his hand it rubs against me. I was standing so close to him. My perky breast was standing in front of his eyes. The thick breast was poking through the thin blouse. My chest was rising and falling as I stood next to him...the thin scent I had put on slowly filled the room.
"What a strong body you have" I put my hand on his mare. Dad! He could feel his heart pounding.
"Why is your heart beating so fast"
"Mmm," he drawled.
"Mmm" I replied and went behind him as I played the raga. I peeled his shirt from his shoulders. I put my hand on his shoulder. Wow! It was pretty stressful. What a body! He has a body like steel. I rubbed his heavy shoulders. He was standing still shocked. But there was no resistance from him so I put my hands on both sides of him and hugged him from behind. My breast was crushed against his back.
'Can we drink beer, Nandu!' I hugged him from behind and kissed his earlobes. I took him to the inner bedroom. I could see that his breath was hot now. I could see that he was also getting hot.
I said, "What Nandu! Are you nervous...has any girl treated you like this before?"
He said, "No one should act like this."
"Really?" I left smiling.
I opened the bridge and got myself a bottle of beer. I poured it into a nearby tumbler and gave it to him.
"Hmm tell me! Has any girl ever treated you like this before?" I said.
"No!"
"It's surprising! You look like a movie star! But have you ever seduced any girl?" I drank the bottle of beer like that. The eye burned slightly. The wound also hurt a bit.
The word "seduce" rolled off his tongue, dripping with intrigue and mischief. My heart skipped a beat as I watched his lips form the word.
"Hmm, then you don't understand," I said, trying to steady my racing pulse.
"Are you going to do it now?" he asked, pulling me closer.
I couldn't help but laugh at his boldness. "Nice joke! But do you mind, darling?" I teased back, feeling the playful electricity between us.
"No...you are married..." he hesitated, but I could see the desire flickering in his eyes.
Ignoring his comment, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand in front of me. "Oh marriageable!" I joked, teasingly running my fingers down his chest.
His voice was hoarse as he spoke again. "Is there even a girl?"
"How can you seduce me..." His words trailed off as his gaze lingered on my body.
"This is how I'm going to do it," I said confidently, setting my beer bottle down and slowly unhooking my blouse.
"Ahh," his mouth fell open slightly in surprise and anticipation.
My huge breasts spilled out of their confinement, catching his attention instantly.
With trembling hands, I tear off my blouse and toss it carelessly to the floor. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as I raise my heaving chest towards him, a husky voice escaping my lips.
"God!" he groans, his eyes darkening with desire. "It's good but..."
I cut him off with a sharp laugh. "Never mind darling...take whatever you want. I don't care anymore."
He looks at me skeptically. "Is that really all?"
"That's it darling," I reply, a sly smile creeping onto my face as I continue to shake and display my body before him.
"If others find out..." he begins, but I silence him with a fierce kiss.
"Don't worry about them," I whisper fiercely. "They don't matter. This is between us." As his hands roam over my exposed skin, I know he's starting to understand just how passionate and dangerous our forbidden love can be. And I can't wait for him to fully embrace.
He took a long swig of the beer, his muscles tensing as he swallowed. A shiver ran through my body as I watched him, mesmerized by his hot physique glistening with sweat. But it was his crotch that drew my attention, his bulge undeniably visible and throbbing with desire. As he shifted and tried to hide it, I couldn't help but feel exhilarated. A young, virile man in my grasp! My hand trembled as it reached out to touch his hardening shaft.
I moved to the nearby sofa and perched myself atop one leg, my skirt riding up to reveal my bare backside to him.
"Come on Nandu," I purred, patting the spot beside me. "I won't bite. Come sit."
His arousal only intensified at my words, unable to control himself any longer.
"You see?" I grinned, tracing my finger along his length. "How swollen you are, like an iron rod. Do you remember me? Don't resist, come sit by my side." My own body began to pulse with need as I leaned closer, pressing my curves against him. "Relax, don't be afraid." His shaft twitched under my touch as I whispered in his ear.
Unable to resist me any longer, he slowly gave in and sat beside me. And just as slowly, I straddled him, rubbing my body against his until he was completely under my spell. With no choice but to obey me, he eagerly followed my lead as I claimed him for myself, craving more of him with every passing second.
"Get closer," I commanded, my voice dripping with desire. My eyes hungrily drank in the sight of him, slick with sweat and fumbling with his own hands. I wanted to see him naked, to explore every inch of his body.
"Have you ever seen a woman like this before?" I teased, knowing the answer already.
"No," he admitted, his voice trembling.
"Not even in your fantasies?"
"No," he breathed, his eyes fixed on my nude form. I could feel the heat between us growing, anticipation building in the pit of my stomach.
"Let's see more," I purred, taking off my skirt and revealing myself fully. His eyes widened at the sight of me, but I was focused on him. I pressed my hands against his tense muscles, feeling his cock throb under my touch.
"You're bigger than expected," I said, a sly smile playing on my lips. "I've caught you correctly. If you let go now, it'll be over."
He moaned as I gripped his throbbing rod firmly in my hand. "Can I touch you?" I asked coyly.
He nodded eagerly, his body burning with desire. With a swift move, I removed his lungi and tossed it aside. His cock stood tall and proud, pulsing with need.
"It's been a long time since you've felt a woman's touch like this," I whispered, stroking him lightly. "I love it. My husband will be just like you."
His breath caught in his throat as my words sent shivers down his spine. He was putty in my hands as I explored every inch of him.
"When was the last time you came?" I asked teasingly.
"Two days ago," he admitted bashfully.
"I can feel your sperm stored in your scrotum...imagine how far it can travel if I touch you now," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.
He let out a small gasp, his body tensing with pleasure. I could see the longing in his eyes as I touched him, igniting a fire within him that he had never experienced before.
"Don't be shy," I whispered, sliding my hand down to his testicles. "No one has ever touched you like this before."
He moaned as I continued to stroke him, my fingers tracing every inch of his shaft. It was clear that no one had ever made him feel this good.
"Only a young man like you can tame someone like me," I said, pressing my lips against his neck.
"Is that true?" he asked, disbelief evident in his voice.
"Hmm," I murmured, moving my hand closer to his throbbing cock. "Let me show you."
With that, I slipped off his boxers and guided him inside me, feeling the heat and wetness between us as we moved together in perfect harmony. This was something new for both of us, but it felt so right.
"See how far you can go inside me," I moaned, lost in ecstasy as he gave himself completely to me. This was just the beginning of our wild and passionate encounter, leaving us both craving more.
"Spread your legs, Nandu," I commanded with a wicked smirk. He eagerly followed my instructions, tying his legs and trembling with anticipation. My fingers wound through his hair, pulling out tangled strands as I took in the sight of his stiff and erect body before me.
I grasped his shaft tightly in my hand, licking my lips in hunger as I slowly stroked it up and down. He lifted his hips, offering himself to me with a desperate pleading in his eyes. I couldn't resist any longer.
"Wouldn't it be great...give me a kiss?" I teased, knowing the answer already.
"A kiss?" he stumbled, surprised by my boldness.
"It's true...I'm going to kiss you...Put this in my mouth! Shapatuma?" I demanded, bowing before him with eager submission.
My wet lips wrapped around his swollen shaft, making him gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. No one had ever touched him like this before; now it was my turn. "Mmmm super," I moaned, sucking on the pre-cum that oozed from his tip. I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, savoring every drop of salty goodness.
He started thrusting into my mouth, unable to control himself as waves of pleasure washed over him. I didn't stop until he begged me to. "Ahhhh it's great! Don't stop! It's good!" he pleaded with me.
His thick rod filled my mouth completely, and I reveled in the feeling of power it gave me. How long had it been since I experienced something like this? How good would it feel to have this rod inside me? With my hands pressing against the base of his shaft, I bobbed my head up and down, relishing in the taste and texture of him.
"I've seen this in porn. But I never expected it to happen to me!" he cried out in ecstasy.
I continued sucking on his cock like a starving beast, every nerve in his body tensing with pleasure. He was getting closer and closer to climax, and I could feel the tension building in his shaft. My lips grazed his rod, teasing him with my teeth as he begged me to stop. But I couldn't resist any longer.
"You're going to cum in my mouth...ok?" I moaned, aching for him to release himself into me.
He screamed and bucked against my mouth, thrusting harder and faster until he couldn't take it anymore. With a primal cry, he came hard into my waiting mouth, filling it with wave after wave of his hot seed. His body convulsed uncontrollably as he reached the peak of pleasure, and I savored every moment of it.
My tongue grew numb from the intense flavors bursting in my mouth as I swallowed every drop of his essence. He pulled me close, rubbing his face against mine in a strange but intimate gesture.
"Tell me how many times you masturbate," I purred, still hungry for more.
"Three times," he managed to reply between gasps.
"Perfect," I grinned devilishly. "I don't mind if you come in my mouth again...in fact, I want it." And with that, I devoured him once more, feasting on his throbbing shaft until he couldn't take it any longer and collapsed in pure exhaustion. The taste of him lingered on my lips as we both lay there panting, satisfied for now but already craving more.
"My sweet Nandu, what have you done!"
"Impressive...will you take in my eccentricities?" he asked.
I replied, "Of course! It's like a magical elixir, dear! How long has it been like this? Your shaft is still rigid and ready for more! I adore you! We must do this again and again."
"Shall we continue reading?" he suggested. All his previous reluctance had vanished. There was a newfound confidence in his voice.
"Yes, wouldn't you like to inject your shaft with the DD injection as well?" I playfully teased.
He chuckled.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door...
"Mommy" Mini's little voice.
"Alright, Nandu, I'll be right there...let's save the rest for later tonight! Tonight I want to experience the full power of your shaft," I said as I quickly wrapped my sari and hurried away.
"Mami," he called after me.
"Hmm...call me Malini from now on, Nandu! Let's leave the rest for tonight," I thought to myself as I ran towards my room, filled with thoughts of a refreshing rain in a dry forest.
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Every time I step foot in my own home, an overwhelming sense of guilt washes over me. As I stand in the kitchen, boiling milk and lost in thoughts of Nandu, my mind rages like the bubbling liquid on the gas stove, hissing like a venomous snake. I can't escape the memories of our secret encounters, the stolen moments when we could be together without anyone knowing. But now, even Mini's innocent chatter cannot distract me from the intense longing for Nandu's touch.
And then, as if sensing my thoughts, I see him approaching our house with calculated steps, moving like a graceful cat. I know he too must be feeling the loneliness that eats away at me. "Uncle, why do you look so troubled?" Mini asks innocently, but Nandu quickly covers her mouth and gives me a sly smile. Oh, our little secret.
But as soon as she leaves for her special class, Nandu's hands are on me, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine. Our bodies mold together in a tight embrace, our desire for each other palpable in every touch. He whispers my name and I turn to face him completely, unable to resist his magnetic pull.
"Nandu dear, did you come to see Mini?" I tease him playfully. But he just holds onto me tighter.
"Mini has a special class," he answers with a hint of smile.
I try to play along, "You know what! Let me give milk to Mini."
He just nods absentmindedly before his eyes roam over my nightie-clad body. "I want some milk too," he says suddenly.
"What kind of milk?" I ask coyly, patting the top of my nightie and smiling seductively.
"MIni, tell your mom to give me milk too" he shouts out loud enough for anyone to hear. My heart races at the thought of getting caught, but I also can't resist his touch.
She shouted back and said, "Mom, please give him the milk".
I try to distract him by suggesting we go inside, but he's insistent on staying outside. "You have raised my sleeping beast" he whispers as his hands roam over my breasts.
"You're not wearing a bra," he notes as he squeezes and pinches my nipples.
"I knew you would come," I whisper in his ear, feeling a sense of thrill and danger coursing through me. He responds by reassuring me that he didn't wear underwear either.
"Damn it, you are shameless," I said, and placed my hand on his hardening member just as Mini walks in. "Did you forget mom? Today is the special class."
"Don't worry dear," I say with a smile, trying to keep my composure as Nandu's hand lingers between my legs. "I'll remember." As she leaves, I exchange a knowing look with Nandu, grateful for this stolen moment together. But even as I revel in our intense passion, guilt gnaws at me, knowing that Mini could have walked in at any moment.
With a hasty slam of the door, I raced up the stairs to our bedroom, not bothering to check if Mini had gone to school. Nandu trailed closely behind me, his eyes glued to my swaying hips and round buttocks. As I reached the top of the stairs, I glanced back at him, lifting my nightie to expose my bare buttocks in a teasing manner. With a fierce determination, he chased after me, his eyes fixed on the space between my thighs as I playfully led him on.
My heart fluttered with exhilaration as I watched him pursue me. He casually removed his lungi, revealing a rock-hard rod. I bent down and touched my toes, inviting him to come closer. My buttocks parted slightly, giving him a glimpse of what he desired. His expression was one of disbelief and desire as he approached me.
"Aw," he gasped as I playfully tried to escape from his grasp once more.
But when I stopped running and stood still, teasingly inviting him to touch me, he couldn't resist any longer. His hand landed softly on my warm skin, tracing the curve of my buttocks before moving downward to explore my womanhood. My body tingled with pleasure under his touch.
"Nandu darling, feel how hot it is," I purred seductively.
"Mmm, it's hot," he murmured in a trance-like state.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Gripping his hand with mine, I rubbed myself against his fingers and moaned in delight. "Look how wet you make me," I whispered huskily. "You don't want to leave your shaft inside."
And with that, we both knew there was no turning back. We made our way to the edge of the bed where we could no longer resist each other's desires. "Hold me," I demanded breathlessly as we crawled onto the bed.
I could feel his hard length pressing against my thighs as he followed me. With a fierce urgency, we were both consumed by passion. My nightie was discarded and I spread myself wide, offering him a full view of my glistening pussy. Without hesitation, he pounced on top of me, our bodies colliding in a frenzy of desire.
Our bare skin pressed against each other's, our breasts crushed together with every movement. His swollen shaft pressed against my thighs, begging for release just as much as I did. We clung onto each other tightly, lost in a world of ecstasy and primal desire.
And finally, after what felt like an eternity of built-up tension and longing, we gave into our desires without holding back any longer. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the raw pleasure we shared together.
I commanded Nandu to lay on his back, and he complied eagerly. I devoured his lips with a fiery kiss, my tongue delving into his mouth with force. He responded enthusiastically, matching my every move. In no time, the timid and nervous boy transformed into an expert kisser, each touch of his lips sending shivers down my spine. As our passion intensified, I began to trail kisses down his neck and chest, reaching for his private parts. My hands explored him intimately, finding the hard and throbbing rod hidden beneath his clothing.
"God, Nandu," I moaned between hot and urgent kisses. "Your cock feels like a heated iron, so good." I increased the pace of my kisses, feeling him grow more excited with each one. His hips moved in rhythm with mine as we both became lost in the moment.
Releasing his cock from my mouth, I turned my attention to his balls, sucking and licking them until he was trembling with pleasure. Using my teeth, I gently scraped against his scrotum before taking each nut into my mouth and caressing it with my tongue.
"Oh Malini," Nandu cried out in ecstasy. "I'm going to come."
Not wanting him to finish so quickly, I released him from my mouth and kissed his shaft passionately. How long had it been since he had received such attention? It didn't matter because he was clearly enjoying it now. Moving away from him slightly, I straddled his face with my dripping wet womanhood hovering just inches above him. I needed him to taste me desperately; the need was almost tangible.
He looked up at me with hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of me that close. With trembling fingers, he reached out and touched my hot flesh, causing me to shiver in anticipation. Then he spread apart my petals, revealing the red muscles within.
"Do you like it?" he asked, and I could only moan in response.
Without hesitation, he buried his face between my legs, eagerly licking and sucking at my most intimate areas. I spread my legs wider for him, wanting to feel more of his tongue inside me. He didn't disappoint, slipping his fingers inside and moving them with skilled precision.
"Harder, Nandu," I screamed, lost in a haze of pleasure. "Don't stop."
He complied, adding another finger and thrusting them even deeper into me. The sound of slurping filled the room as he continued to suck and lick at my dripping womanhood. Eventually, he pulled away and licked his fingers clean, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Is my pussy water to your liking?" I asked breathlessly, unable to contain my desire any longer.
I watched as he snapped his fingers, a sly smile on his face as he uttered "super". My time had finally come, and I hungrily pushed my hips against his face. With a firm grip, I shoved my fist into his mouth, feeling the pressure building as he choked and gasped for air. Closing my eyes, I fell into a trance of pleasure as he began to worship me with his tongue. The scent of my arousal hit him like a storm, and I could feel him eagerly inhaling every bit.
My petals were dripping with desire and just inches from his mouth. He didn't hesitate, sliding his skilled tongue between them, exploring every inch. With each flick and swirl of his tongue, I felt myself getting closer to the edge, my body responding to him like never before. And when he finally plunged deep inside me, it was like a whip cracking against my most sensitive spot.
I couldn't hold back any longer, my body shaking with pleasure as he licked up every drop of my sweet nectar. But Nandu wasn't done yet. His trunk stood tall and swollen between his legs, ready to take me to new heights. And with a moan, I lowered myself onto him, slowly taking in every inch until we were fully connected.
He rode me like a wild stallion, his shouts of pleasure filling the room. It was a blissful frenzy as we moved together in perfect harmony. And when he started to lose control, I urged him on with cries of "Super! Keep going!" In that moment, nothing else mattered but the pleasure we were giving each other.
Nandu started shouting, "Superdi! It's awesome! Is this fun? I didn't know this until today! Awesome."
"That's the way it is darling. Turn it around and get on top of me!" I snapped. He climbed on top of me and lay down.
But then it was my turn to take control. I flipped us over so that I was on top and began to ride him hard. My forest had been dry for too long, but with Nandu's experienced touch, it felt like an oasis once again. He knew exactly how to hit all the right spots, and with each thrust, I felt like I was losing myself in a sea of pleasure.
It wasn't long before we both reached our climax, my body trembling as I released everything I had been holding back for so long. And as we lay there panting and spent, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have found such a skilled and willing partner. Nandu truly was a master of pleasure, and I couldn't wait to see what other delights he had in store for me.
I closed my eyes lightly. how many days My forest was dry. No one climbed me after my husband. But Nandu started hitting like a veteran. It was like being a little nervous at first. What an experience in a few hours. He hit fast. His shaft went in fully with each stroke. His trunk bumped lightly against the side wall. It hurt slightly as the shaft rubbed where one of Nandu's fingernails poked lightly there. I bit my lip. My eyes felt slightly moist.
"Does it hurt, Malini?" He growled, his grip on my hips tightening.
"No," I gasped, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain as he thrust deep inside me. "It feels like heaven."
He began to pound into me ferociously, his powerful shaft hitting me with such force that I could feel the impact in my cleat. My body shook with each blow, my chest heaving as I struggled to keep up with his frenzied pace.
My fingers dug into his back, holding onto him for dear life as he continued to rock his hips, lost in a primal rhythm. "Take it Malini," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take all of my cock!"
I cried out in ecstasy, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. "Yes! Fuck me like that!" I moaned. "No one has ever made me feel this way before!"
His testicles swelled with each passing second, growing larger and larger until I thought they might burst. But still he kept going, driving himself into me with wild abandon. I scratched at his back with all my strength, my nails leaving red marks on his skin as we both reached the peak of our pleasure.
"You're so beautiful," he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. "You look like you're ready to bite me."
"Oh, I just might," I whispered back, grinning wickedly.
And then he howled as he collapsed on top of me, his hot sperm flooding my parched lands. He poured every last drop into me, trembling and shaking as he held me tightly in his arms. We lay there for what felt like an eternity, our bodies intertwined and hearts racing with desire.
A wicked gleam lit up Nandu's eyes as he pushed me against the wall, his hands rough and demanding as they explored my body. I eagerly followed his lead, desperate for his touch. "Can we do it another way?" I moaned, my voice filled with ecstasy. Without hesitation, he took out his rod and positioned himself beside me, ready to take control of me completely.
As I devoured him with my lips, tasting the thin yet strangely dripping shaft that pulsed in my mouth, I felt a surge of desire and power rush through me. "I want a man like you," I whispered seductively. "A man who will listen to my every command." With each stroke of my tongue, he grew more and more aroused until finally he released his last drop of semen, which I eagerly sucked away with fervor.
"Nandu, can we take a bath together?" I purred, my body already trembling with anticipation. He eagerly agreed, unable to resist the temptation of being naked and soapy with me. As we made our way to the bathroom, our bodies intertwined and our hands exploring each other's every curve.
Once inside the shower, the water cascaded over us and I couldn't resist lathering soap all over myself, watching as my breasts glistened with foam. Nandu's hand immediately found its way to my chest, cupping and squeezing my silky breasts as if they were rubber balls in his hands. His touch was intoxicating as he continued to explore further down my body, kneading the foam between my legs and finding refuge in my womanhood.
Suddenly, he sat down on the floor of the shower and began vigorously rubbing soap all over me, paying special attention to my most intimate areas. The sensation was overwhelming as he used a body scrubber to stimulate me even further. My moans turned into screams of pleasure as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Unable to contain myself, I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed a bar of soap, lathering it onto his shaft and rubbing it with urgency. His moans echoed through the shower as he grew harder and harder, unable to resist my touch.
But suddenly, I felt a sharp pain as he forcefully entered me from behind. "No one has ever fucked me like this," I cried out, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain.
My breasts began to shake wildly as he slammed back like that. I reached up with one hand and caressed my womanhood.
I was helpless and desperate for him as we continued our passionate encounter in the shower.
As the water rained down on us, our bodies moved in perfect harmony, our breaths synchronized as we reached the peak of pleasure together. And even though I knew it would hurt, I couldn't resist asking for another round. As we collapsed onto the floor of the shower, laughing and panting with exhaustion, I couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning of our passion-fueled journey together.
