Teaching Sister-In-Law (Bhabhi)

At twenty, my sister-in-law( Saroj bhabhi) wife of my cousin is a knock-out, a
real true-life beauty. She must have started maturing early and is now five-two,
with 35-22-34 measurements on a one hundred five pound body. With her flawless
complexion, long black hair, and startlingly deep brown eyes, she could easily
be mistaken for a model, perfectly exemplifying all the sweet and fresh
characteristics of young womanhood. But all this if she chose to wear Western
attire, but as per system in our family she wore only Sarees.
Saroj Bhabhi has a very a sweet nature and personality, and this contributed to
our complete lack of the devar-bhabhi friction that sometimes develops in a
family. On the contrary, she has always been one of my top supporters, attending
to all my normal needs and cheering me on in my studies. Being of the same age
we shared all that went on with us and around us. As far as she was concerned,
there was nothing I couldn't do nor was there any problem I couldn't solve.
The relationship was more than reciprocal. I adored little Saroj Bhabhi and
doted on her. I was always interested in and proud of all her achievements and
encouraged her whenever it was needed. If anything, I gave Saroj Bhabhi more
attention and love than even my brother to whom she was married. Because of this
relationship, Saroj Bhabhi early on got into the habit of bringing her problems
to me. I fixed many a domestic appliances, did routine chores, and dried her
tears whenever she thought of her parents living thousands of miles away in
Rajasthan and tickled away her real and imagined hurts with other family
members.. This relationship carried on and has resulted in my being far more
protective of her than is the case with most devars and bhabhis. One area where
this especially showed up was in her relationships with her, he has till date
not even once been able to give her sex properly not to mention orgasms. but
Saroj Bhabhi takes it in her good-natured way and just thanks God for caring for
that much about her welfare for apart from sex her husband is a very decent
human being. Despite her phenomenal beauty, Saroj Bhabhi is very shy and seems
vulnerable with males , often coming home in tears from a get together with her
husband's the friends & their wives .
One problem Saroj Bhabhi has had to face head-on is her developing sexual
desires due to lack of getting satisfaction after sexual arousal which at times
must have been very intense too. Many of the problems and teary eyes she's
brought to me have been related to this area, and I've tried to deal with them
in a completely honest, straightforward manner. I haven't used any "birds and
bees" stories, but have explained and described sexual relation issues in the
everyday common words she must have heard from her girl friends before marriage.
From these conversations I knew that Saroj Bhabhi was not a virgin, but based on
the noticeable tension and the odor of feminine sexual arousal that I detected
from her when came out of her bedroom in the morning I knew that she was miles
away from getting orgasms. I also became aware that her husband was using
condoms to avoid pregnancy and knew that this rubber barrier between the penis
and the vagina was an added deterrent in Saroj bhabhi getting sexual pleasures.
Because of that, I arranged for her to secure and start taking birth control
pills. She laughed at my being so concerned & protective. Nonetheless, to
indulge me if for no other reason, she's taking the pills religiously. Although
her husband was still using the condoms.
I greeted these developments with very mixed feelings. On one side, my
protective feeling about her wanted to shield her from the tensions of not
getting the orgasms and feeling irritated all day long and also wanting her to
maintain her sweet relationship with my brother her husband as I also loved and
respected him a lot. On another hand, I could see that she has highly developed
sexuality, and I didn't want to stand in the way of her being in a position to
develop and grow in this important aspect of maturing. Till now she was only
giving pleasure to her husband who had early ejaculation and very weak erection.
On still another side, I found myself disturbingly jealous. As much as I told
myself it was completely wrong to feel that way about her, I was absolutely
turned on whenever she came out of her room after sex with her husband with that
musky odor of a woman in heat about her. I pictured in my mind how her little
white pussy must look, smell and feel, about how wet it must be, and even though
I fought against the feeling, I couldn't prevent my getting a hard-on. I found
myself with the thought that no limpy penised man like my brother deserved such
a treasure, and even worse, I harbored a secret, almost irresistible longing to
be the one to claim it. That she might have had similar thoughts was beyond my
comprehension, beyond any hopes that I had buried deep within me.
One Friday evening, Saroj Bhabhi came from outside at about 9:00 in the evening.
I was alone in the house, my parents being away for the weekend, and my brother
had just left on a business trip for few days by car. I was watching television
when she came in the door. Usually, she stops and says hello to me and relates
how her day went. This evening, she did neither, but hurried upstairs to her
room. I found this very strange because she was supposed to have been with her
husband till 11-11.30 when he was to leave for his business trip. My brother
just loved driving and cars were his pasion. I was hoping that if she did have
to get orgasms it would have to be in the car as this was one place I thought my
brother would have the strongest erection. He would probably would be less
gentle with her and give her taste of some vigorous sex. Apparently, though,
problems had developed because she was home early and-based on her not having
stopped to greet me-upset, hurt, or angry. I heard the shower start running and
decided that as soon as she had finished her shower I would go upstairs to check
on her and be the best devar could be.
After I heard the shower stop and had given her enough time to get dressed, I
went upstairs. The door to her room was closed, and the sounds of light sobbing
came from its other side. I knocked lightly and asked, "Saroj Bhabhi, is it okay
if I come in?"
The sobbing stopped for a moment, and Saroj Bhabhi said, "If you want to." I
opened the door and Saroj Bhabhi's room was darkened, with only the light from
her vanity shining. She was already in bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck.
Her face was tear- streaked and her eyes red from crying.
"Bhabhi, bhabhi , what's so wrong?" I asked softly, sitting on the bed next to
her. I stroked the hair back from her forehead and kissed her lightly on a wet
cheek. "Did you have trouble with brother tonight?"
Saroj Bhabhi sniffled a little and answered in almost a whisper, "Yes."
"Same old type problems?" I asked, knowing she would recognize that I implied
the whole range of sexual relation problems.
"No, hubby wasn't a problem. You were right-he was real nice and more interested
in sex in car, and I liked him a lot more than usual I do when we are having sex
or rather when he is having sex.."
Puzzled, I pressed on. "Well, it's obvious something's bothering you," I said,
taking a hanky and drying her cheeks for her.
Saroj Bhabhi gave me a little half-smile, rueful more than happy, and answered,
"I just had some Saroj Bhabhi problems, that's all."
"That sure tells me a lot," I said. "What do you mean, 'Saroj Bhabhi problems.'"
Saroj Bhabhi's tears had about stopped, and she sat up in bed, apparently ready
to explain. When she did, I had a hard time concentrating on the conversation.
From what I could see, she had on a pair of see through lingerie, and the sheer
top did not hide much. The swell of her breasts pushed them out, and the nipples
and darker rings around them were more than just hinted at. I had to fight to
keep my eyes from off that sight. The sight also made me wonder how a girl with
such beautiful attributes could be having problems.
Saroj Bhabhi didn't notice my discomfiture and continued her explanation. "Well,
I had decided that I was ready to go all the way with your brother in the car
and that because he had such a nice hardon, this was to be the time I waited
for last two long years." My heart started beating faster with this disclosure,
and I wondered whether I would be able to sit through her description of the
episode without her being able to see the mixed feelings I had about it.
"We went out to Victoria Memorial and parked. After we kissed a while, I put my
hand on his leg to let him know I was interested in more. He returned the favor
and after a while he put his hand under my dress and played with me. I could
tell he was getting really ready, so I suggested we get into the back seat.
Before we did, I took off my panties from under my saya. He saw me do it, and
undid his belt and pants. We both got in the back seat and he got between my
legs and immediately tried to put it in me."
By this time, my cock was rigid and throbbing. It gave me funny feeling, because
here I was getting horny about my bhabhi telling me in detail about doing it
with her husband, something we had never discussed in times past but had always
touched the subject in indirect words. Nonetheless, I could picture her in that
car, legs spread apart, pussy wet and waiting, and the picture aroused me more
than I had ever been in my entire life. I ached to reach out and stroke the
abundant swells of her breasts; I longed to put my hands between her legs and
"play with her" as she said her hubby had done.
Saroj Bhabhi paused, and in a hoarse whisper I said, "And then what happened? Go
on."
Talking softly, Saroj Bhabhi continued, "That's when things got bad."
"Did he stop and did not do it properly as usual?" I said, anticipating the rest
of her story.
"No, it didn't hurt, because he didn't put his thing in me. I didn't let him."
"You didn't? What did happen, then?"
"Well, when he got ready to put his thing-what do you guys call it, a cock? When
he got ready to put his cock in me, I just clamped my legs together and kept him
from doing it. He must have been really ready because after he rubbed against me
a little he spurted all over my front. That's why I had to come home and take a
shower. Oh, Nirmal, I was so embarrased! Here I had made my mind up and at the
last minute I just couldn't go through with it. I just asked your brother to
drop me home. So here I am, feeling frustrated and crying about the whole thing.
I'm really something, aren't I!"
A great feeling of relief flooded over me. For reasons I couldn't fully
understand or explain, I was joyous that Saroj Bhabhi had chickened out. I
realized, though, that it wasn't being fair to her for me to feel that way, and
that I had to support and encourage her to continue, even though her first
attempt in the car had been a total disaster.
"Saroj Bhabhi, sweetheart, it's not unusual for a girl to do that the first time
in a car. Don't be angry with yourself. You do need, though, to try to figure
out why you acted that way so you'll at least under- stand why. Do you know why
you didn't go through with it, why you did not allow bhaiya to insert it inside
you?"
Saroj Bhabhi looked up at me and just barely nodded her head. "You do know?" I
said.
Saroj Bhabhi nodded her head more emphatically and whispered, "Yes, I know, but
I can't talk about it."
For the first time that I could ever recall, Saroj Bhabhi didn't want to confide
in me. I was taken aback, completely puzzled by her actions. I put my hand
against her cheek and caressed it with my finger tips, saying, "Saroj Bhabhi, I
respect your wishes if you really don't want to talk about it, but remember,
this is Nirmal, your devar. We've never held anything back from each other. Do
we want to start having secrets now?"
Saroj Bhabhi's face fell and tears started welling up in her eyes again. "No,"
she whispered, "I hate secrets."
"Don't you want to tell me, then?" I asked.
Saroj Bhabhi sat up straighter and almost defiantly said, "All right, if you
want to know, I'll just come out and tell you. The reason I couldn't do it with
your brother was...the reason was because he wasn't you."
I was stunned. We just sat there in silence, looking at each other, my letting
the meaning of what she had said sink in. I was having a hard time dealing with
it. If I had heard her right, then all the fantasies I had had about her, about
the way we might make love, about claiming her treasures, were no longer just my
fantasies alone, but were shared by her also. I had to be sure that she had
actually said what I thought she did.
"Saroj Bhabhi, do you mean...?"
"Yes, you big lunk, that's exactly what I meant. I meant I didn't want to
give... I meant I wanted my first orgasm to be with you. I meant I wanted my
first time to be with someone I love and who loves me. Someone who will take
care of me and be gentle and make it something that is completely good. I don't
want my first time orgasm to be a quick wham-bam in the back of a car with my
hubby who hardly knew anything beyond getting his own sexual gratification .
Nirmal, for as long as I can remember, I've dreamed my first time orgasm would
be with you, with my dear, sweet devar Nirmal." After saying that, she reached
out to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. "Oh, Nirmal,
you just had to know, didn't you! What must you think of me now, don't think I
am a slut. I did not think about you for the last two years but started thinking
about you because you have sympathised so much with me, helped me cope my
frustrationa and never ever making any pas at me or even hinting it also!"
I stroked Saroj Bhabhi's back as I held her and thought about her question.
Finally, I answered. "What I think is that you are the only one of us who's been
honest, who's faced up to their true feelings."
Saroj Bhabhi pulled back and looked me square in the face. "Does that mean you
feel the same way I do?"
"Oh, God, Saroj Bhabhi, even more! I've just tried to bury my feelings, to
pretend they haven't existed. Society says its wrong for a devar to have sex
with his bhabhi, and I've wanted to be the best devar you could possibly have.
But every time we've talked about sex, every time you've come out of your
bedroom hot and bothered, every time you've talked about going all the way and
not getting it from my brother, I've felt miserable. I wanted it to be me. I
wanted it to be me who not only told you about sex, but showed you as well. That
old devar bhabhi taboo that it was a relationship like mother son has kept me
from letting you know how I feel."
"Oh, Nirmal, that old taboo was invented before there was birth control, to keep
more babies from being made. It's probably been to prevent devars from forcing
themselves on their sisters-in-laws, too...and, I guess, hungry bhabhis from
forcing themselves on their husband's brothers." Saroj Bhabhi paused in thought for just a moment and said softly, "I'm not forcing myself on you, am I, Nirmal?
You're not saying this just to humour me, to keep me from being embarrased
about what I said, are you?"
I took Saroj Bhabhi's hand and moved it to my crotch. "Feel that and tell me
what you think." Her fingers lightly moved over the bulge that was so evident in
the front of my jeans and then moved down my leg, tracing the contour of my
swollen, throbbing cock.
Saroj Bhabhi's eyes widened, and she said, "Oooh, Nirmal, you're so hard. And
sooo big! Are you that way because of me? Am I doing that to you? Your brothers
is much smaller in comparison"
"Yeah, it's all because of you. Seeing you in that top, holding you like this
with your breasts rubbing against my chest, and thinking about what you will
look like completely naked has done that."
"You want to see me completely naked?" Saroj Bhabhi whispered.
"Oh, yes, Saroj Bhabhi. I've dreamed about how you would look without any
clothes."
"Well, that's worked both ways," Saroj Bhabhi said. "I've had dreams about
seeing you naked, too. With your cock hard and poking out in front."
"What else did you dream?" I asked.
"I dreamed we were both naked. That you caressed my entire body from head to
toe. That you kissed me like I was a girl- friend, not a sister-in-law. That you
kissed me all over...in all the places where it feels good." Saroj Bhabhi then
added, very softly, "Then I dreamed you made love to me, that you took my cunt
and it was sooo gooood." Saroj Bhabhi put her arms back around my neck and
pressed herself against me. She whisper- ed, "Nirmal, please make my dream come
true."
Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to mine and kissed her. I
kissed her like a girlfriend, not a bhabhi, opening my mouth wide and probing
between her lips with my tongue. Hers responded immediately, moving out to meet
mine and coiling in swirls and circles around it. She dropped her head to the
pillow, and I followed, continuing the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide
open, lips spread against each other, soft and wetly working in little nibbles.
Saroj Bhabhi started breathing faster and I felt her heart increase its tempo
against my chest.
I pushed my hand under her nightie top and moved it over her right breast,
lightly brushing across it with my finger tips. Taking her nipple between my
fingers, I gently rubbed the hard little button and ran my fingers in a circle
around it, tracing the rosy ring that engirded it. Saroj Bhabhi arched her back
up against my hand and moaned softly in pleasure. Taking her whole breast in my
palm, I kneaded and softly squeezed. Saroj Bhabhi spoke muffled words, "Oh, God,
Nirmal! That's so good!"
Moving my kisses, I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her nose, her ear lobes,
and then her neck. Each was a wet kiss, with my tongue making little circles of
wetness on her skin. I lifted the bottom of her pyjama tops, exposing those
perfect breasts, each half-melon shaped and just as firm. My lips moved to them,
sucking the little strawberry that topped each of them. Her nipples hardened and
swelled, standing out like little soldiers at attention. I licked around each of
them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples. Using the full, broad side of my
tongue, I lapped at the underside of each breast, moving from its base out to
the nipple. Saroj Bhabhi moaned in pleasure and arched her back to me each time
I drew out a stroke of my tongue.
While I was making love to Saroj Bhabhi's breasts, I moved my hand under the
sheets that covered her lower half. I found her thighs and stroked each one
gently, almost feather-like. I moved to their inner sides, finding baby-smooth
skin. Saroj Bhabhi moved her thighs apart, inviting my hand to further
exploration. My finger tips moved up, drawing little circles as they moved. As I
approached the vee of her legs, they spread apart even more, leading my hand
into the pleasures that awaited there.
Finally, I touched the lace that trimmed the edge of Saroj Bhabhi's pyjama
bottoms. The lace was damp. I moved across it onto the silky smooth area of
Saroj Bhabhi's crotch. It was soaking wet and slick. I found the edge and inched
my fingers under it. Damp, curly down met my fingers. My finger dipped down and
found the cream-covered lips conceal- ing Saroj Bhabhi's mysterious feminine
treasures. With just the slightest amount of pressure, I stroked my finger tip
between those lips and into the valley between. It was like moving into a warm,
slickened pasageway. The labial lips pressed against my finger, almost sucking
it into her secret sexual regions.
My fantasy about Saroj Bhabhi's pussy was coming true-I was "playing with her,"
and both of us were loving every minute of it. While I was making her dream come
true, she was turning my dreams and fantasies into reality. I needed to go
farther, though. I needed to fully bare Saroj Bhabhi's body-make her naked,
completely open to sight and touch-and touch and kiss every sensitive part of
her.
Saroj Bhabhi's hips hunched up to meet my hand as it explored her hidden,
nethermost parts. She was almost panting now, her breath coming in gasps. My
finger moved down between her legs even more and came to her "little man in the
boat," the ultra-sensitive hooded clitoris, the nexus of her pleasure center. I
lightly flicked my finger across it, and Saroj Bhabhi jerked her hips upward,
moaning as electric jolts of pleasure flowed through her. Moving my finger
through the wetness of her creamy flow, I flooded her little love bud with juice
and rubbed it lightly in a little circle. Saroj Bhabhi's hips humped up against
my hand, and she cried, "Oh, Nirmal, that's so goooood!"
Keeping one finger busy on Saroj Bhabhi's love nubbin, I moved two other fingers
lower, spreading her lips apart. She was soaking wet and the crotch of her
pyjamas was now almost dripping from the aroused flow of her love juices. My
finger at last found what it had been seeking, the opening of her tunnel, the
tunnel into the innermost parts of Saroj Bhabhi's woman sex. I moved one finger
into the opening and probed. The hole was slippery and tight, but my finger
slipped into the cavity without difficulty. Down to the first knuckle, then down
one more, and finally, my whole finger was immersed in Saroj Bhabhi's cave of
pleasure. I wanted to move my finger in and out, imitative of the action my
throbbing cock longed to be taking, but her pyjamas restricted my movement. It
was time to rid her that impediment. It was time, too, for me to reveal her
little pussy to my sight, to see first- hand what I had seen to now only in my
fantasies.
Reluctantly, I moved my hand out of Saroj Bhabhi's pyjamas and then took hold of
the sheet that covered her. Slowly I pulled the sheet down. My breath was coming
faster now, and my heart thumped in anticipation of the sight I knew would soon
be revealed. The sheet came slowly down, and top of her pyjama bottoms were
revealed. Then all of her bottoms, and finally the sheet went to the floor and
Saroj Bhabhi's whole body was fully shown in all its magnificence. Her
beautifully formed legs were still splayed apart and her pyjama bottoms were
askew from my explorations. A big splotch of dampness covered the crotch area
and the wide swatch of Saroj Bhabhi's abundant pubic down showed clearly through
the wet, trans- parent fabric.
With just the lightest of strokes I ran my hands up Saroj Bhabhi's legs,
stroking her feet, then her calves, and then up to the white, full thighs. I
caressed the sensitive insides of her thighs, making little circles in the wide
part just under her crotch. Saroj Bhabhi moaned and moved her hips in little
circles, urging my hands to go further, to go the very center of her pleasure
pit. Instead, I moved my hands to the top of her brief baby-doll pyjama bottoms
and started to draw them down, slowly, inch by inch. Her little belly mound was
revealed, just a slight bulge of baby fat still apparent. Then the dark, auburn
bush came into view. Lower still, the full glory of Saroj Bhabhi's whole vulva
was revealed to my hungry eyes. Saroj Bhabhi's soaking, creamy vagina. The musky
odor of her arousal wafted up to my nose and my arousal was increased even more.
The whole area of Saroj Bhabhi's sex mound was awash with her juices and invited
loving attention. My cock throbbed and indicated that it was ready to provide
such ministrations.
In one swift motion I drew the pyjamas down over Saroj Bhabhi's feet and then to
the floor. She was fully nude now, and I was in awe of just how beautiful she
was. "Saroj Bhabhi," I whispered softly, "you are the most beautiful thing I've
ever seen."
"Thank you for such a sweet compliment," Saroj Bhabhi replied, "but this is
completely one-sided. I don't have any clothes, and you have all of yours.
You're seeing all of me, but I can't see any of you. It's time for you to get
rid of your clothes, too."
With that, I stood up and took off all my clothes. I stood there in front of
Saroj Bhabhi, fully nude, my cock standing straight out, stiff and throbbing.
Its head glistened, covered with the pre-cum that my arousal had produced.
Shyly, Saroj Bhabhi reached out her hand and ran her fingers along my cock and
then wrapped her hand around it. "God, Nirmal, you're beautiful, too. So hard,
and so big. Will it be possible for that to go inside me, your brothers is half
this size both in length and girth and is also not so hard?"Your seems to be
like a iron rod!
"Girl's stretch to be able to take it all in. After all, babies come from the
same place as this goes in, and babies are a whole lot larger than my cock."
"I guess so," Saroj Bhabhi replied, still sounding doubtful.
I sat down on the bed next to Saroj Bhabhi, drinking her in with my eyes. I put
my hand out and stroked her breasts, then lightly ran my hand down over her rib
cage, her little belly mound, and then to her Venus mound. She lifted her knees
and spread her legs apart, giving me full access to her swampy, down-covered
center of pleasure. I moved my hand over her mound and dipped my fingers into
the spread labial lips of her vulva. They were now even wetter than before.
"I'm so wet, Nirmal. Am I supposed to be like this?"I am never like this when I
am having sex with your brother. If I remember rightly it was like this
initially but don't remember so much wetness in last one year or more.
"A girl lubricates herself when sexually aroused. I guess that must be what you
are," I said. And it is more when you are more roused.
"Oh, God, Nirmal, am I ever! I've never been like this before. Just your
slightest touch and I go into spasms. I've been horny before, but never anything
like this. It's because you're the one doing this. You're making all my
fantasies come true, and I'm about to go crazy from knowing it."
I moved my fingers down to the opening to Saroj Bhabhi's love tunnel and moved
one finger into the pit, all the way in. I added another finger, and then a
third. She was so wet and slick that the fingers went in with only a little
difficulty. I twisted the fingers around and around, and moved them in and out.
Saroj Bhabhi mewed like a cat and thrust her hips up and down, reciprocating
each of my in-and-out strokes. I moved my thumb up and ran it over and around
her clitoris. Her hips jerked and she thrashed her hips around and around. "I'm
coming, Nirmal! Oh, God, I'm coming hard, hard, hard!" Saroj Bhabhi threw her
head back and cried and mewled, moaned and finally shouted, "Oh, it's so good,
it's so good, it's so good!"
Saroj Bhabhi shuddered and spasmed. I could see the muscles of her stomach and
thighs clinch, and the muscles of her vagina squeezed down on my fingers. Her
pussy pulsed around my hand, little throbs and squeezes, compressing the vaginal
walls again and again against my fingers. Slowly, the shudders and spasms eased,
Saroj Bhabhi unarched her back, and the muscles unclinched.
Saroj Bhabhi's eyes which had been shut tight opened and she looked up at me.
"That didn't happen so good with hubby " she whispered. "It was better than your
brother has ever done me before. Better, even, than the times I've done myself."
She reached out her arms to me and putting them around my neck, pulled me down
for a kiss. The kiss was long and deep, full of soft, tender tongue action. "But
that's only the preliminary, isn't it?" Saroj Bhabhi softly said.
"Yeah, the best part is still to come," I answered.
"Let me look at you first," Saroj Bhabhi said. "I've never seen a male in the
daylight, and believe me not even your brother " she said, laughing. "In fact,
the other night with hubby in the car it was the first time he had actually
taken his cock out right in front of my eyes, and till then I didn't even get to
see it because he would undress only in dark. In the car I had pushed the switch
to light up the interior with my leg while he was trying to put it inside me. He
also liked it and had promised to be naked in front of me in light and enjoy.
Nirmal, If you're going to stick me with that thing," she giggled, "at least
let me take a good look at it first."
With that, Saroj Bhabhi pushed me down on my back, and leaning over me on her
elbows, looked right down at my exposed rock- hard pole. She touched my balls
with her hand and I jerked my hips upward toward her hand. Her finger tips
stroked my bag all over, sending shivers through my whole groin. She moved her
hand up and touched the head of my cock, rubbing the drops of pre-cum that
accumulated there down over my entire cock. "Am I doing this right?" she asked.
"It all depends," I answered.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that if you want to see me come all over the place, you're doing exactly
the right thing," I said hoarsely.
"Do you want to come?"
"Oh, God, Yes! But not this way. I'm so hot I'll come a whole bucketful, but I
want it all to go inside you. I want to feel your pussy fill up with my
juice-for you know how it feels to have love juice squirt into you, to feel how
my love pours out of me into you, filling you to overflowing. I want to see my
come run out of your pussy and down all over your sweet little as cheeks. I
want us to slide back and forth on each other, rubbing our whole bodies against
each other in a coating of my jism."
"Oh, Nirmal, me too!" Saroj Bhabhi said, and spread herself out on top of me.
Her breasts rubbed against my chest and her legs spread out on the outside of
mine, clamping them in a sweet trap. My prick moved between her legs and she
held it tightly, caught between the spread lips of her pussy. She stuck her
tongue out all the way and lowered her mouth down to mine. Her tongue was like
liquid fire, licking all around my mouth, flicking at the corners, and like a
soft, flexible pry bar, probing between my lips. Her tongue tip moved behind my
lower lips and ran back and forth with long sensual strokes. It bored into my
open mouth, avidly seeking its counterpart. It found the tip of my tongue and
flicked a tattooing drum beat against it. I was literally on fire with desire,
her tongue pushing my desire to ever-increasing heights.
All this time her hips had been vibrating, making little movements around and up
and down. The motion had coaxed my cock to give up a flood of pre-seminal flow
and it now covered the entirety of Saroj Bhabhi's sexual center. The stream was
flowing down to my balls and coated them and ran down into the crack of my as.
I had never been so wet before, even after shooting a full load of come. I
couldn't help but moan at the pleasure of the feeling, giving in to the sheer
joy of holding Saroj Bhabhi against me.
I moved my hands to her buttocks and kneaded and caressed them. My finger tips
probed between them, into the cream slickened crevice. I ran my fingers up and
down the valley that split her as, stroking across the little rose bud of her
anal opening and then down into the soft folds and creases of the feminine
secret recesses hidden between Saroj Bhabhi's thighs. Involuntarily, my hips
started matching the motion of hers, and we moved against each other, our
strokes becoming longer, more insistent with each pasing moment. "Oh, God,
Saroj Bhabhi, I'm getting so close!" I managed to mutter.
"So am I," Saroj Bhabhi whispered. "But I don't want to come this way. I want to
come just how you described it-with you inside, filling me, stroking me, and
spurting me full of your man juice. Let's do it right now. I don't want to wait
a second longer. Nirmal, do it to me now. Show me right now what we're supposed
to do."
"Saroj Bhabhi, it's probably going to hurt some the first time with a long and
fat one like mine. Are you ready for that?"
"Yes, you big silly. I'm a girl, remember. Girls know about that, and I'm ready.
Besides, if it does hurt any, it won't hurt nearly so much with you. You just
let me be the one to worry about that and tell me what I'm supposed to do now.
How am I supposed to lay so you can do it to me the way that's best for you?"
"Just about like we are right now would the best way for your first time," I
replied. "Just sit up and then get on your knees so my cock is just under your
opening. Then just sit down on my cock, taking it in a little at a time as you
feel comfortable with it. That way, if it starts to hurt, you can stop for a
minute and let it stop hurting before taking any more inside."
Saroj Bhabhi kissed my lightly on the lips and said, "That's just why I wanted
my first time orgasm to be with you, you sweet guy. I knew you'd make it the
best possible for me." She then sat up and taking both hands moved my cock so
that the head was lodged at the opening of her tunnel of delight. She moved down on my cock, never breaking our eye contact. She had a look of sheer
concentration on her face, focusing her thoughts on the penetration of my cock
into her innermost recesses.
She took an inch into her and then stopped. I could feel the tightness of her
pussy around the head of my cock. It was hot, wet, and glove-tight. After a few
seconds, she moved down even more, engulfing almost half of my seven cock
inches. "Ummm!" was the only sound she made. All this time she continued to
stare into my eyes, as if seeking a reflection of what was going on at the
juncture of our bodies. After a few more seconds pause, Saroj Bhabhi sat down
fully on my cock.
Wet lock met wet lock. Pubic bone ground against pubic bone. Saroj Bhabhi sighed
and whispered, "Oh, God!" She then leaned over, brushing her breasts lightly
against my chest, the nipples sending waves of pleasure through both us as they
brushed between our bodies. Her mouth crushed against mine and she tongued my
mouth and tried to take all my lips into her mouth and suck on them. She broke
the kiss, and whispered, "Nirmal, it's all the way in. I can feel you filling me
up with your hardness. I can feel every little ridge on your cock and feel it
throbbing with each of your heart beats. Having you in me is like satisfying a
need I didn't know I had. Oh, Nirmal, it hardly hurt at all going in, and now it
doesn't hurt at all. Now is just feels sooo goooood."
Saroj Bhabhi sat up straight again, and we stayed in the position, without
moving, for several long minutes. Saroj Bhabhi's breathing slowed to near
normal, and we both rested from the penetration effort. Saroj Bhabhi looked down
at me and regained our direct eye contact. While she looked into my eyes, she
smiled softly, secretly, with an almost beatific expression. Her pussy was still
so tight around my cock I thought I would not be able to move it. Every ripple
and spasm of her pussy also swept through my cock, as if we were one person,
each completely a part of the other.
Nature soon took over, though. Unable to hold still any longer, Saroj Bhabhi
began little pelvic movements-small jerks, little circles, barely perceptible
up-and-down movements. My hips reciprocated, and I made my own motions, matching
pace with Saroj Bhabhi's. Soon, our motions intensified, with Saroj Bhabhi
moving up and down about two inches. Each motion brought me intense pleasure,
with Saroj Bhabhi's glove-tight pussy grabbing and stroking my cock with each
movement. My pre-cum flow coupled with Saroj Bhabhi's feminine pussy cream
lubricated her pussy walls, and the hot flow together with our pasion fires
made me feel as though a hot fire burned at the point of our sexual junction.
"I can't believe how good this feels! It's heavenly!" Saroj Bhabhi hoarsely
said. "Oh, Nirmal, I knew it would good. I knew you would make it good like
this." Saroj Bhabhi continued her movements, each stroke getting longer and
longer. All of my seven inches moved in and out of her. Down hard to the base,
bush meeting bush, and then up to where the head was almost ready to pop out.
Saroj Bhabhi's breathing was growing faster again, and her breath was beginning
to come in gasps, not just from the effort but also from the way she was
obviously climbing up the scale toward climax.
Saroj Bhabhi's enthusiasm increased even more, and suddenly my cock popped out
of her pussy with an audible popping sound. "Ohhh, noooo!" Saroj Bhabhi cried.
"Put it back in! Get it back into meeee!"
I pushed Saroj Bhabhi down and onto her back. I grabbed her legs and pulled her
to where her as was just on the edge of the bed and her pussy was just hanging
over it. I held her legs high in the air and spread them wide apart. My cock
thrust out just in front of her pussy. Wetly, the pussy lips gaped open,
inviting my cock to plunge between them, into the cream-saturated depths of
Saroj Bhabhi's womanhood. I inserted just the head of my cock into the pulsing,
throbbing opening and holding it in one hand, I swirled it around and around,
stirring the creaming center of Saroj Bhabhi's sopping pussy. Saroj Bhabhi
moaned and cried, "Oh, do it, Nirmal! Do it to me! Fuck your starving bhabhi
hard!"
I plunged my stiffened manhood into Saroj Bhabhi in one hard stroke, pushing in
until the head of my cock lodged against her cervix. I could hardly believe how
tight she was and how hot her pussy was as it clung and grasped at my cock,
trying to keep it locked within its depths. I withdrew all the way out to where
my cockhead was just inside her lips and then plunged in again. Saroj Bhabhi's
hips drove up to me as I drove mine down to her. Our strokes met hard, each
grinding our sexes into the other. "Oh, Yes, yes, hard, hard!" Saroj Bhabhi
moaned in a just-audible whisper.
As much as I had fought against it, my orgasm was building up fast. The
knowledge that it was my bhabhi, my dear little Saroj Bhabhi, that I was f-cking
played mind games with me and gave me such a sense of sheer sexual pleasure that
I could not forgo the climax sweeping over me. I jerked my penis out of Saroj
Bhabhi and held it over her stomach. Suddenly, my cock was spurting, shooting
out jet after jet of my scalding jism. It landed on Saroj Bhabhi's breasts and
ran over the nipples and the sides. Come squirted all over her neck and stomach
and soaked her swatch of feminine bush even more than it was. Finally, the
ejaculatory spasms ceased and come stopped flowing. Saroj Bhabhi's whole front,
from neck to vee, as well as my hand was covered with hot, white drops of my
outpouring.
Saroj Bhabhi had watched me spurt, fascinated by the sight. "So that's how a boy
comes," she said. Your brother never showed it to me, I never felt the warmth of
his jism, he always wears the rubbers. She then took her hands and rubbed my
come all over her front, coating every inch. She especially rubbed come into her
breasts, loving the slick, lubrication it provided. I took my come-coated hand
and rubbed it all over my front, covering my chest and stomach. We were now both
coated in a film of my masculine lubrication.
My cock had not diminished one bit as a result of my orgasm. It was still
rigidly hard and still throbbed. It was almost as if I hadn't even come. Desire
still welled up in my groin; I was ready to do it all over again. I guided my
cock back into Saroj Bhabhi's now come-covered pussy and reamed it into her
woman hole. She pushed up against me, eager to restart the lover's ride just
ended. I began the see-saw, up-and- down motion, twisting my pelvis so as to
increase the pleasure. And pleasure it was. Despite my have just come, my cock
was anxious to ride to the peak again, to climb to new climatic heights. I was
no less horny now than I had been before coming. I felt I could f-ck forever.
I lay down on Saroj Bhabhi and rubbed our naked bodies together-slick,
come-soaked skins slipping and sliding against each other. Her breasts were so
slick and slippery they turned in little circles against my chest. Wet belly
slipped against wet belly, and come-soaked pubic hair interlocked and interwove
together. I was one of the most voluptuous experiences I had ever had.
Saroj Bhabhi wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck and held me tight.
Her legs came up and locked around my back. Our thrusts were in perfect harmony,
pulling back and pushing forward, each in time with the other. Come-slippery
skin moved against the other's skin, adding to the pleasure.
Saroj Bhabhi's movements became almost frantic. She was moving her hips in
circles and thrusting her pussy at my cock with such force I was fearful she
would hurt herself. She was crying and moaning at the same time, ecstatic sounds
of almost unbearable pleasure. My movements increased in their pace also, and I
was groaning in pleasure. As our peaks approached, our mouths hungrily sought
each other, wanting to imitate the action below. We brought our wide-open mouths
to each other's and kissed and suckled at each other with an abandon neither had
ever before experienced.
I reached under us and grasped Saroj Bhabhi's buttocks. I caressed and kneaded
them, ran my fingers down their deep crease, and then pulled her pelvis up tight
against me. We were both so close, so close. I pulled back, and holding her
buttocks firmly in my hands, pushed hard into Saroj Bhabhi's creamy cavity. Over
and over, in and out, harder and harder. Each time, Saroj Bhabhi's juice poured
out of her and down the crease of her as into my hands. Her whole buttocks as
well as our fronts were now soaked in the outpourings of our love juices.
The muscles in Saroj Bhabhi's buttocks clinched, drawing tight and hard. Her
pussy clamped down on my cock, almost immobilizing it. She jerked her mouth from
mine and cried, "Oh, God! I'm there! I'm coming, I'm coming so hard!" Her
buttocks started quivering and spasms tore through her abdomen, shuddering her
body over and over. She was panting loudly and her breath came in ragged gasps.
Her hips pushed up and back, over and over again, just a little less with each
movement. Gradually they slowed down and the intensity of her orgasm began to
fade.
I then lifted her legs straight up in the air and drove into her pussy, over and
over, like a pile driver driving steel. My climax was building up fast and my
cock began the throbbing and swelling that occur just before orgasm. Saroj
Bhabhi looked up at me and started reciprocating, pushing me higher and higher.
Suddenly, with hardly any warning, I was there, over the edge, coming hard. Once
more, come came jetting out of my cock, only this time into Saroj Bhabhi. I
could feel the slippery come flow over and around my cock, making it hot and and
slick. White foam came out of Saroj Bhabhi's pussy as I drove in and out,
forcing the come out of her already filled hole. Saroj Bhabhi whispered, "I can
feel you coming, Nirmal. You're spurting into me, filling me. God, it's so hot
and slick. Oh, Nirmal, I gonna come again! Nirmal, don't stop! Keep going, don't
stop!"
I kept right on driving in and out, my come starting to lessen its flow. Saroj
Bhabhi had her eyes closed, concentrating on her own pleasure. She humped
against me, and then I could see the muscles across her stomach draw tight. Her
pussy clamped down on my cock again, squeezing it. Still, I continued my cock
action, concerned now with giving Saroj Bhabhi even greater pleasure. Her orgasm
this time was as great as the one just pased, and Saroj Bhabhi murmured, "Yes,
yes, I did it again. Again, and it was so good."
Saroj Bhabhi opened her eyes and looked up at me. The hero worship was still
there in her eyes, but also something else, something new, not seen before. I
realized that she was seeing me as lover as well as devar, and this added a new
dimension to our relationship. I saw her, too, as a lover-a lovely lover from
out of my dreams. I said to Saroj Bhabhi, in a soft whisper, "Saroj Bhabhi, that
was better than any dream could ever be."
Saroj Bhabhi nodded, and smiled. She pulled me down to her and kissed me. Then
she pushed me over to my side and threw her leg over my hip. All this time my
cock had remained buried in Saroj Bhabhi's pussy, slowly going down from the
orgasm. Face to face, sex to sex, Saroj Bhabhi kissed me again and whispered,
"Oh, Nirmal, Nirmal, my brother, my devar, my lover. Thank you, Nirmal. Thank
you. I'm sure that there will never be another time like that in my life. Thank
you for making it so good for me."
Her hips were working in little motions and I realized that my cock had fully
regained it hardness. Saroj Bhabhi kissed me lightly on the cheek and smiling,
said, "Nirmal, there's lots of stuff you need to teach me about sex, and we've
got all weekend. Would you mind showing me more?" I hope my sex with your
brother shall also improve. Nirmal, why don't you teach him a few of your
tricks?
I replied that I would prefer to teach her than her hubby any day any time.
I didn't mind, of course. I spent the weekend not only telling Saroj Bhabhi
about all aspects of sex, but, most importantly, showing her. As we both
learned, a show-and- tell is worth ten thousand words.
I continued to 'service' Saroj Bhabhi even after I got married. My wife gives me
full sex and even gives nice head but still out of my love and concern for Saroj
Bhabhi I do try to take out time to give her orgasms. She also loves me and is
always more than grateful for all that I do to her. I am now planning to somehow
involve my wife in a threesome with Saroj Bhabhi. I am hopeful to succeed
because my wife also love Saroj Bhabhi and may agree to a threesome if she is
aware that Saroj Bhabhi is not getting sexual pleasure and orgasms.
I'll write about it as and when I am able to convince both the ladies. However
just thinking about it makes me rock hard.