Chapter 198 - FRIEND'S

The ad in the paper said, "Available For Private Shows' and provided some details, a few mugshots of female dancers and a phone number. I was anxious as this was my first time. But I gathered some courage and called the number.

"Hi, honey," a sweet voice said from the other end. "What's your pleasure?"

"Uh... I...we...we were wondering if you are available....for...for...a..private...you know..show?" I said, trying to keep my nervousness in check.

"What, hon? You want a stripper? We only have girls, just so you know. I need more details, you know, so I can see who is available. Where and when?"

I was in a daze as I gave her all the details. At the end, all I knew was that I had arranged for a woman called Kristina to come over for two hours on Friday evening.

I put the phone down and looked at the other person in the room, who was looking at me questioningly. He asked, "Yes? Did you do it? Yeah, tell me. Come on, what?"

"Yes, uncle," I replied. "All set. This Friday." His face gleamed as I gave him the details.

A bit of background .

Mahesh and I met when we both came to work in the US in our early twenties, and we immediately hit it off.

We had a lot of common interests. We liked to play and watch all kinds of sports, we shared the joy derived from drinking and smoking, engaged in a lot of outdoor activities like hiking and camping and trekking, visited bars, but stopped short of dating or having girlfriends. We came to rely on each other at work and outside. We carpooled wherever we went, ate together more often than not, were interested in the same kinds of books and movies and cars. We gradually became close friends, and grew more distant from the others.

We both were quite conservative when it came to girls. I had long since reconciled myself to the fact that my marriage would be an arranged one, initiated mostly by my parents, but that I would have the final say. Mahesh was in the same boat as me. The fall of that year, Mahesh's parents had arranged for him to marry, and he took a couple of weeks off work, and returned to the US with his new bride.

Her name was Kalpana. The name meant 'imagination'. And she was beautiful. There was a tacit agreement, a gentleman's code if you will, that decreed a friend's girl or wife was out of bounds. But I couldn't help but ogle at Kalpana. She exuded a quiet sexiness. She was a normal girl, very fair and naturally pretty. I was sure that her very homely features, shy demeanor and soft voice and her overall cool nature belied the heat within. I could see that she tried her best to hide and play down her figure. But her fantastic breasts, slim waist, wide hips, thick thighs and best of all, her gorgeous behind, beckoned to one and all. At least to me. She knew perfectly well the effect she had on boys and men. Kalpana had a great ass, and it was not easy for an ass-man and a panty-man like me to look away. I was envious of Mahesh. Damn!

One day at work, I asked Mahesh to come out for a smoke and was surprised when he declined.

"What, da, Mahesh? What happened?" I asked.

"No da, Murali. I .. I promised Kalpane I'd stop..you know smoking."

"What? Oh my, she has her claws in you already!" I said.

"No no..nothing like that. It's just that, you know, health and stuff."

"Ok, Ok," I said and went on my way.

I could imagine the conversation he and his wife had on this topic.

Kalpana:' If you love me you'll stop smoking'

Mahesh: 'What? Why?'

Kalpana: 'You think it's good for you? Does your mom know about this? They did not tell me you smoked and drank. If I'd known I'd have refused you.'

Mahesh: 'C'mon. Everybody does that. It's normal.

Kalpana: 'Normal for you maybe. Not for me'

Then she must've played the sex card, for sure.

Kalpana: 'Hmm. You stink. Your breath stinks. I will let you come near me or touch me only if you promise not to smoke.

What was a guy to do? Mahesh and I had ridiculed guys who gave in to their wife's unrealistic demands. And now, he too had gone to the dark side!

But that was not all. Mahesh gave up drinking alcohol altogether. His wife must have had an ace up her sleeve to make him give up his favorite Black Label whiskey. What? Did she promise to give him her ass, allow him to fuck her gorgeous ass, if he promised to give up alcohol? Could be. I would have done the same if my wife promised me a daily blowjob. I did not blame him. Mahesh and I grew apart. Our interactions stopped and it happened rather quickly, which surprised me. I don't recall even going to his house more than a couple of times since Kalpana's arrival.

One day at work I overheard someone talking about a party in Mahesh's house that past weekend. Party? At Mahesh's, and I wasn't invited? What was wrong? Was it something I did? Did he see me ogling his wife? I had plenty of opportunities, no doubt, and I grabbed them. What could I do? I was provided unfettered views of Kalpana's ample boobs and deep cleavage, and magnificent ass on many occasions. Was I that obvious?

One day they had gone out shopping and I helped bring stuff back from their car to their apartment. I clearly remember walking up the stairs behind Kalpana. She was wearing a pretty skirt that day and unwittingly my eyes went up her legs. From the beautiful strap leather sandals, up her shapely calves, and thick, marbled thighs. And then....then...her beautiful bright blue panties, hugging her ass. Fantastic, full back panties, tight on her ass cheeks. I was so close I could see the band that went around the top of her thighs, the bottom of her ass cheeks were practically hanging out for me to touch and feel. There was a deep wedgie and it ran up her butt. The image stayed with me for a few days and I masturbated to it many, many times.

++++++ My imagined conversation between Kalpana and Mahesh ++++

Kalpana: 'You really have bad taste in friends.'

Mahesh: What? What do you mean?

Kalpana: Yes. All of them. None of them has clean habits. If you continue being friends with them you'll become one of them'

Mahesh: Come on. It's not like that. They are just friends'

Kalpana: 'Yeah? What friends you have! And that Murali? He is the worst. He is a bad, very bad influence on you. You should stay away from him.'

Mahesh: 'Murali? He's been my best friend here. He's helped me a lot. You don't know him.'

Kalpana:'Well. I don't like him. I don't like the way he looks at me! Eats meat three times a day, morning, evening and night. Hmmph..tell you what? Choose me or your friends!

Mahesh: 'Now you are being dramatic! C'mon!'

Kalpana: 'Dramatic? I am from a pious, religious family and I expected you to be too, like your mom, dad and sisters. Now I come here and see you cavorting with guys who are just, just, just.. I don't know what to say. Drinking, and smoking, and going to bars looking at naked women, and eating meat! I never imagined you would do all these things.

Mahesh (feebly): 'I never eat meat!'

Kalpana: 'Well, you did the other things. If you want me, you'll stop with all this, starting with those friends. I am serious! Promise me this, and I will do anything you want. Anything!'

Mahesh (looking at her sharply): 'What do you mean? By anything?'

Kalpana (softly, eyes down to the floor): 'Remember, what you tried to do, tried to make me do, on Friday night? That thing, you..you.. turned me around and...and..?'

Mahesh (excited, now): 'Yes! I thought you said it will hurt?'

Kalpana: 'Well, I will bear it if you do what I tell you to do! I am willing to do things for you and you are not even thinking about me!'

Mahesh (fucking excited): 'Ok. Really? You'll let me fuck you in the ass? How about what I asked last night? I want to finish in your mouth....Please, please, that too and I will do anything!

Fuck!! Man, I was sure that was their conversation. That scheming bitch! Slut! And Mahesh, that sonofabitch. To be fair, I would have done the same, forsaken everything for my woman who was willing to do anything for me.

But now I wanted to teach her a lesson. But how? What to do? I needed to be patient, take my time and plan well.

That's when Kalpana's dad came into the picture.

After about six months, Kalpana's dad came to stay with them for a while. I called him uncle Murthy. He was retired with nothing else to do in India so what better than to visit the US when the opportunity provided? I learned that he had worked in a company that had an oblique relationship with the Indian Armed Services and had travelled all over the country during his time.

He and I hit it off. Party because I was the only remaining bachelor in the group and in part because I became his smoking and drinking partner.

When I realized his habits, I asked him, "Well uncle, doesn't Kalpana object to all this?"

He said, "She can't control me. I am not her husband," and we laughed. "I don't do it inside her house, so she should be ok. Besides, what am I going to gain by stopping now, what I have done all my life, eh? Let's enjoy it!"

Kalpana enforced a 11 PM curfew that uncle followed strictly. On Friday or Saturday nights when he and I got together for a few drinks, smokes, games of cards or movies, we both made sure he was back in Mahesh's apartment by 11 PM.

Uncle was a pervert and a lecher. He had a roving eye. He ogled girls and women of all kinds as much, if not more, than I did. When we went to a mall (he had me drive him there on some pretext or another), I could see him leering and looking at the other sex, young and old, black, white, asian, spanish, indian - you name it. He tried to hide it from me, but his nature came out anyway. We both made comments on women, all in good taste. He peeped into lingerie stores, stared at their window displays, spent a lot of time in the lingerie section of stores like Macy's and Nordstrom and JC Penney. The man had a fetish like mine. In him I found a kindred spirit. We will work out well, I thought.

One evening over drinks, he started in earnest, "Hey man, Murali, I see a lot of signs for go-go bars. What are those?" I had a feeling he knew very well what they were.

"Nude dancers, uncle. Completely naked, not an inch of cloth on them, for the whole wide world to see. Lap dances. And other things, I have heard but not experienced."

"Wow. Nude girls. All legal?"

"Yes, uncle. Look, but mustn't touch - that's the policy."

He was quiet for a few seconds and I prodded him, "You want to go there uncle? I could take you." I was ready and prepared for this conversation.

He jumped at the chance, like I knew he would. "Yes, yes, can we?"

"Oh yes. But what about Mahesh and Kalpana?" I asked.

"To hell with them!! They needn't know. It's my life. Hey Murali, I have money, if that is a problem for you. I have a boatload of money to spend for myself. Just don't tell them."

"Oh no uncle. That is not a problem. But Kalpana....you know....she..she thinks I am a bad influence on Mahesh, and if she came to know that I....and you..I helped you.. In this...."

He interrupted me by saying, "Murali, no no. I don't think she will find out. You know, she is my daughter, but she has turned out to have that mean streak, you know, like her mother. But Kalpana can be very mean and vengeful and vindictive, take it from me. We just need to be careful. That's all."

So that was settled. I took him to a go-go bar that weekend. His eyes almost bulged out of his glasses as he took in the naked girls, so many of them, available for his pleasure. He insisted on tipping the girls himself, from his pool of money. After the first round of girls had done their numbers on the stage, he leaned in to me and asked, "So Murali, you said something about a lap dance?"

So I explained to him what it was. He was quick to select a statuesque brunette and asked me ro request a lap dance. Her name was Vicky and she was a goddess. She took uncle by the hand to a screened off area out of sight, and uncle emerged after about five minutes, flushed and sweaty and breathing hard. Vicky looked at me and winked, "Your dad is a horny bastard!"

Uncle was hooked. We went to a couple of go-go bars the next weekend and uncle had his fill of lap dances. Two or three in the same bar. I could see he was excited, and he tried hard to hide his erection in his pants, but I was too much of a player to not notice that.

Meanwhile, Kalpana was oblivious to our adventures. To her, it was just uncle and me spending some time together over drinks and games and food. Mahesh though, had a fairly good idea what his father-in-law was up to.

Uncle was getting bolder by the day. It was his idea to get a dancer for a private party. "Money's not an issue, Murali. I have a stash, as I told you. My stupid daughter and her husband needn't know."

So that's what I was doing that Tuesday evening. Arranging a private show for uncle and me.

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"Yes, uncle," I replied. "All set. This Friday." His face gleamed as I gave him the details.

"Kristy will be here at 7 PM Friday. She is a brunette as you requested, twenty-four or five years old. Five feet three, One-hundred-and-twenty pounds. She said she was a knockout. But I guess they say that of all dancers."

"Ohhh, great, Murali. Wow! I am excited. Damn! Can't wait till Friday!!"

The next weekend was a long weekend, with Monday being a national holiday. And Mahesh and his new 'group' of friends planned on a trip to a desert resort. They were to leave Friday afternoon, reach the resort by night time, start on a trek or hike or safari for the next two days on horseback and foot and what not, coming back home only Monday evening. Uncle and I had three full days to ourselves. Knowing this, he had laid out a detailed plan,and having a private show was the kickoff to our weekend. It was going to be great. At least that's what we hoped.

Kristy was at my door two minutes before 7 PM on Friday. She was really a knockout. Fantastic, body, well toned and fit, very, very pretty, not sexy like a slut. No flashy makeup. She was really cute and had a beautiful smile. I was aroused in just a few seconds of seeing her. I knew the effect she'd have on uncle.

"Hey there! I'm Kristy. Nice to meet you. Did you set up a session?"

"Yes, Yes," I mumbled. "Please..please....come in."

"Oh!" she exclaimed when she noticed uncle. "Is this for your father? How sweet of you.Wow!"

"No,no.,...friends father..eh...my...uncle," I stammered.

"Well, I believe you. Ha ha. No worries! Let's get to it!"

She set her stuff up - her stereo, some lights and the like - and she went into the bathroom to change.

Uncle was besides himself. "Oohh, Murali. She's awesome, man!"

Kristy came out of the bathroom in a pink bikini, and smiled at us, and started her show. God! This was great. Even Mahesh and I hadn' thought of this. And here was this sixty year old showing us the way!

She looked into our eyes as she danced. It was intoxicating and I couldn't hide my erection. She smiled knowingly. She took turns dancing near our respective chairs. Uncle almost jumped out of his seat. Kristy just giggled. This went on for about half an hour and she took a break. So did we.

Before she started again, she sat on the chair away from us and made small talk. Fuck, did I say she was pretty? Not sexy, not slutty, not model-like beautiful or unreachable. But normal pretty. Then she started her routine again. This time she changed the music and set it to a fast, latin beat. And she danced like an angel. This time she tossed off her bra and panties and was fully naked! Her tits were small and close to her chest. They were firm and hardly jiggled as she moved this way and that.

Then, incredibly, the second time around when she danced close to uncle, he leaned in and said something to her. I couldn't hear it over the sound of the song that was playing. She was surprised, and she stopped dancing and leaned back, and mouthed the word. "What?" Uncle leaned in and repeated what he said. If Kristy was offended, she did not show it. She just got up and walked up to her stereo and stopped the music.

I was scared. What the fuck did he do, now? Kristy put her hands on her hips, looked at me and cocked her head and moved her head towards uncle Murthy.

"He wants a blowjob," she said matter of factly.

Fuck! What? I turned and looked at him and he smiled sheepishly, and looked down.

I turned to Kristy and said, "I'm sorry..I...I."

"It's gonna cost you. $$ bucks. Each"

Fuck me sideways! I almost burst out of my pants. Before I could say anything, uncle jumped in, "OK, OK, yes, yes, $$ is fine!"

"I need to see the $$ first, " she commanded. Uncle complied. She went to where he was sitting and knelt before him.

And for the first time in my life, I saw a woman giving a man a blowjob, live, right in front of me!

I couldn't but notice that uncle Murthy had a huge cock. It was almost as big as mine, and the motherfucker had it out and ready, with the foreskin pulled under the bulbous purple head, for Kristy. She opened her mouth and put it over the old geezer's cock and thrust her mouth up and down. He was moaning and groaning. He had his hands on her head as he followed her up and down motion.

What was I doing, you ask? Without realizing it, I had dropped my pants to my ankles and I had my cock in my hand, and stroking like I was seeing a porno movie! This was fucking great. I hadn't seen a live sex act in my life, and here it was in my living room.

Then suddenly uncle shouted, "Wait, wait, wait! Ahh.. Ahhh!"

Hearing this, Kristy lifted her head from uncle's cock with a 'pop' sound and looked at him. Her spit was still drooling from the thick head of his cock.

"Do him, do him," cried uncle., "Please..I...I..."

I was in a trance as Kristy crawled on her knees towards me. And reached out and grabbed my aching, throbbing, hot, veiny, dick.

For the very first time in my fucking life, my cock was in someone else's fist. I gasped. Kristy was experienced. She looked up and said, "This is your first time, isn't it?"

I nodded. And she said, "I knew it," and giggled. And then she opened her mouth and took my cock in it. I almost left my skin! Motherfucking god! I was in a girl's mouth! So fucking great! Her lips were tight around my shaft as her head went down slowly, then up, over the edge of my cock head and over the purple head. I was delirious, intoxicated with pleasure. It felt like electric waves were running up and down my spine. Her spit was cool, her tongue darting in and out of her mouth and making slurping sounds. Damn, I was about to come! It was only a few seconds that I was in her mouth and I was about to ejaculate! You couldn't blame me. This was my first time and I couldn't help it. With a great force I stood up, taking Kristy with me. Now we were in the classic blowjob position with her kneeling and holding my ass with one hand and stroking my cock with the other.

"I am going to come, ahh! Aaah!! Ohhh noooo," I screamed a warning to her and tried to pull out. But she wouldn't let go! God in heaven! Motherfuck! I went absolutely still a few seconds before my cum shot out as I realized she was taking me in her mouth, allowing me to ejaculate, and I watched as my cock pulsated against her lips and I exploded in her mouth.

I love my mom, my dad, my sisters, my nieces and nephews, my dogs, my house - but I would have forsaken everything I loved and owned for these few seconds - when my cum rocketed out from my cock into Kristy's mouth in long unending ropes, and she continued stroking my cock slowly until she drained my balls. Fuck! I was shaking from head to toe, my orgasm spreading like shock waves from my crotch to all parts of my body.

When she thought I had finished, Kristy did not open her mouth but she pushed me back, and my still erect cock slipped out of her mouth with a sloppy sound, a cum leaving a trail from the top of my cock head to her mouth. I flopped back on to the chair, heaving and gasping and panting. And I saw her expertly close her mouth and then spit out all my cum onto the carpet. She had done this before, maybe hundreds of times. She wasn't going to swallow. She spat out my remaining jism on a piece of cloth, and rose and went to the bathroom.

I looked up at uncle Murthy and his mouth was agape, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, his hands holding on to his thick, erect cock. "Wow, Murali..fantastic man, she is fucking great,,yeah, man, yeah!"

Kristy came back and got ready to service uncle. But that sonofabitch had other plans. He said, quite bluntly, "How much to fuck?"

I don't think Kristy batted an eyelid, "$$$. One time" she said.

"Ok..ok..," uncle gasped. What the hell? He was going to fuck her. Here, in my apartment. Just like that. He just asked her! That lucky, cunt-licking, son-of-a-whore, bastard!

"Do you have a condom," Kristy asked.

"Condom?" uncle asked, "No," and he looked at me. I shook my head, still not believing what was happening.

"Jesus Christ, Shit," Kristy exclaimed, as she got up and rummaged in her bag and brought out a long strip of condoms. She ripped one out, and handed it to uncle, and we watched as he tore it out and rolled it on his cock. Kisty said, "Good man, come on, now," and lay down on the sofa, using a pillow on the hand rest as support. Then she raised her butt and spread her thighs.

Both of us feasted on Kristy's cunt. It was beautiful. Her cunt was just a thin line, with dark hair spreading like branches of a tree on either side. She slid a finger into her hole, and I could see she was well lubricated already. Uncle cupped her crotch and she tensed. "No, no," she said. "Just straight fucking."

Uncle positioned himself inside her thighs, placed his cock at her hole and thrust. I watched entranced as he moaned in pleasure as his cock entered Kristy. He started slow, but increased his pace in about thirty seconds, and was slamming into her. His big fat belly was slamming into hers.

I had never seen anyone have sex before. I mean, live. I had fantasized about it. About seeing, or peeking, or walking in on couples I knew, as they fucked. Uncles, Aunts, Friends. But here it was. I was watching old-young sex. A balding, gap toothed, pot-bellied, bespectacled, sixty year old geezer, fucking a young, beautiful woman! I could reach out and touch their sweating bodies.

She was groaning and moaning with each thrust, her hands on his waist, as she looked up at him, goading him, 'Come on, come on, daddy, fuck me..yes, hard, hard, harder!" I had heard the sound they were making, as their bodies slammed into each other, so many times in movies. Flap, Flap, Flap! They went at it for like a couple of minutes. Uncle stopped and started. The sonofabitch was taking his time.

Incredibly, I was erect again. My cock rearing up at an angle, some precum oozing out. I was watching Kristy, and maybe she sensed it and looked up at me. And smiled.

"What...are.....you....think...ing...hon....ney," she said to me between gasps, as uncle resumed fucking her. "You....are...next....yes....hahhhhh, haaaann.....be .... ready!"

But uncle couldn't hold it any longer. He suddenly increased his pace. His ass was a blur and he rose and fell on Kristy with great speed for about ten seconds. Then he became still and started a low groan, and the muscles on his ass contracted, and he let out his groan in a long drawn out wail, as he ejaculated. He pushed a couple more times into her, groaning and grunting. And finally flopped on her. His entire session lasted maybe two minutes.

She let him lay there for about half a minute, allowing him to gather his breath, and then patted his shoulder. "Good job, old man! Now get off. Let your son get his fill."

Uncle heaved himself off of her and groaned in pleasure. "Oh god! My god. You are great!!"

God! I was going to fuck! I was losing my virginity to this beautiful, sexy lady! Who cared if she was a whore. Man, to me she was Kristy, a whole, mature, fucking woman. Yes, fuck all!

I went to the bathroom to take a piss as my bladder was full, even though my cock was erect. Then I remembered that I had a cream that I used while masturbating. It was called VigRx or something and what it did was numb my cock and delay my ejaculation. It really worked. I could edge for hours watching porn when I used the cream. And the ejaculations at the end of the sessions were spectacular. I put it on my erect dick and walked back to the living room. I took a bedsheet with me and laid it on the floor.

Thinking back to this, I was surprised at how calm, cool and collected I was. I spread the sheet on the floor, and Kristy lay down and spread her legs, holding out a condom to me. I reached for it and rolled it on my cock like an expert. I knelt between her raised thighs, put my hands on either side of her chest, and looked down as she reached and held my cock with her fingers. She put her other hand on my back and pulled me down.

I can't even begin to describe the sensation that coursed through my body, starting from the tip of my throbbing cock, as I made contact with a live cunt for the first time. It is like asking someone to describe snow when one has lived one's entire life in an arid desert. Kristy was well lubricated by now, and I heard and felt a soft 'squish' as my thick purple head parted her outer lips. I looked down and in a motion that seemed very natural to me, I pushed my torso down and my condom covered cock disappeared into the folds of her pussy.

Fuck! This is what people have gone to wars for, this what people have forsaken their fortunes and killed others! Mothefucker!! Enough said. I am having sex. I am inside a woman.

I realized I was raising and falling on her. My thick cock moving in and out of her like a well oiled piston. I was in a daze. I could only feel the pleasure I was getting from my thick cock. I looked down and my belly was a blur, and I could only see flashes of my big, black cock, covered in thick, white, creamy, pussy juice, sliding effortlessly in and out of her cunt.

I actually looked up to the clock. In my mind, instinctively, I had recorded the time I started, because that was the kind of guy I was. I realized I had been fucking non stop for about five minutes!

I looked down at Kristy, and she was staring at me. Her mouth open, gasping for air, panting as I heaved and pushed in and out of her. Her hands bit into my forearms and was groaning with each of my thrusts.

"Ah..Ahhh.. fuck...fuck..what....are..you...aaah....yaaaaah...you...sure... this... is .....your ...first..time? So fucking good, aaaahhhh! I...like....it! Don't...stop....ok...ok?....don't... come... yet....it...feels...soooo..goood!"

I shook my head to clear it and realized I was on top of his goddess and fucking her. I stopped to take a break and I rested on my palms. I looked down as drops of my sweat fell on her face and chest and all over her body. I now noticed her very small breasts,she was almost flat chested, but her tits were like raised, firm, bumps on her chest, with distended pink nipples.

"Go.. ahead...hon....you... wanna...suck'em?....suck...my...tits!"

She didn't want uncle to touch her. "Straight sex," she'd said. But now she was letting me touch her, suck her nipples! I bent and sucked on her pink, swollen, nipples. They were like hard stones. I sucked, and licked and slathered my spit on each of her nipples. She gasped and raised her chest at me as I sucked. I rose and looked at her again, and she giggled. "You like'em, sweety?"

I nodded and gasped and started fucking her once again. I went at it for about another five minutes. The fucking cream was working wonders. My cock felt like a solid steel pipe. I fucked her in long, slow, smooth strokes. I looked up at uncle and he was just staring at the spectacle before him, his eyes almost out of their sockets. He was stroking his cock, but it was kind of limp, after what he had gone through.

This time when I stopped, Kristy put her hand between us and as I watched, she placed all her fingers on her clit and started rubbing furiously. She then urged me to start. I resumed fucking her and she started groaning and moaning, "oh..my.. fucking...god..so ..fucking..good...harder...harder..harder! I...am...going....to...fucking...come...ahhhh....so...long...so....long...since...ah...ah...ahhhhh!" she screamed softly, and slammed her belly up at me and held me still. As we watched, she trembled and shook. I was in awe. I had only seen girls having orgasms faked in porn, and here was a real woman having a real orgasm. I was sure she was not faking it. She was panting, gasping, heaving, and screaming, "gaaaaawwwwwdddd! Fuuuuuuck! Fucccccckkk!" punctuating the words as she thrashed her torso repeatedly up at me. Then she slammed down back on the carpet, and looked at me, and blurted out, "Goddamn,motherfucker you....made...me...come! You..fucked....and....made...me..come.....fuck..it..has..don't....know. How..long...ago...boy..fuck...thank...you, you cunt-licker!"

I was not done, but I wanted to be. I raised myself and mercilessly slammed into her. She took my punishment without complaints. "Ok..ok..cowboy..ride..me...come..when..you...want." She knew when I was about to come and spread her legs wider.. "Yes..yes....yes..come...in...me..yes...yes...yes!"

A low groan came out of my mouth as I realized I was going to empty my balls. I slammed hard into her as the first spurt ejected from my cock. My dick throbbed and pushed hard against her flesh. Her cunt held me in a vise like grip. Then released me as I spurted, then tightened again. Motherfucker! I came in my condom, while inside her. My cock throbbing against her cunt walls. The spurts slowed down, but my dick was still throbbing. As I finished, she said, "Man..that ..was..some..cum!"

I flopped on her. I was again in a daze. God! I had fucked. I was not a virgin anymore. Fuck..I felt great. I felt renewed. I felt like a complete man!

I think the three of us there were looking at my cock as I pulled it out of her. It came out in a semi-erect state, all rubbery and covered in her juices. I didn't wait, I quickly ducked my head between her thighs and latched on to her cunt lips with my mouth.

"What? What..no...no!" she screamed softly.

"Let me lick...ah...lick....oh god!" I said, as I tasted her juices and smelled a female cunt for the first time.

"Fuck!!" she shouted, and let me lick her for a while. Suddenly I felt myself being pushed away roughly from her crotch. I looked up to see uncle positioning himself at her cunt, and he proceeded to lick her now. I could see his thick tongue lapping at the line of her vagina, going up and down up and down. He was moaning, "mmmmmm, mmmmmm, aiyoh, ammma, aaaaaaaaa," with the flat of his tongue on her pussy.

Kristy put her hand to her head, "Oh god....you mother fuckers....what are you doing.. Ok.. what the fuck.. Yes...fucking lick me. Drink my cum...yes..!" Then she grabbed uncle's head and pushed it down and simultaneously raised her legs. Uncle's tongue was on Kristy's asshole!! And he did not mind! He lapped at her asshole, entered it with her tongue, in and out, in and out, repeatedly, making slurping sounds.

Then Kristy had enough. She grabbed and pushed his head away and walked quickly to the bathroom. Uncle was on his knees now, and had his semi-erect cock in his hand and he shamelessly stroked himself, and ejaculated a few tiny drops on the carpet, and screamed in pain, and pleasure. "Ohhhhhh, my...lord...Shiva...aiyoo....aiyoh, amma, ammmmmmma!" and double over. Then he got up and flopped on the sofa.

But uncle was not done! When Kristy came back from the bathroom, uncle held up her panties and said, "How much for these?" and he put it to his nose and inhaled.

Kristy laughed, "You old pervert! Ok, you can have it for $$$! Bastard!"

Needless to say, uncle gave Kristy a lot of money, more than she bargained for. "Oh my! Thank you sir! Oh daddy!!" she said. "Thank you, guys! Be sure to ask for me the next time you..you know?" But she did not meet my eye. I thought I sensed a bit of modesty or shyness in her. But I could have been wrong. Then as she went out the door, she looked at me and said in a low voice and waved, "Bye now, sweety. You big boy!!"

Uncle and I just looked at each other and smiled. We were quiet for a long time, digesting what just happened. Then I realized I had to thank him for this. So I did. He just laughed and said, "No.No. Murali, Thank YOU! Man, you made my day, my life!!" He decided to spend the night in my apartment, sleeping on the sofa. Both of us dozed off, obviously, with thoughts of Kristy floating inside our heads.

The next morning at 7 AM, uncle Murthy had a heart attack.

I was always an early riser. I had finished my early morning yoga session when I heard a growl from my living room. I ran out and saw uncle sprawled on the sofa, legs askew, and right hand clutched onto his left arm, his mouth twisted in pain. He was unable to move or speak and I knew there was something wrong with him. I was calm and collected. And I immediately called 9-1-1. The operator stayed on the line and someone walked me through how best to stabilize uncle until the ambulance arrived.

The next few hours went by in a daze. I remember EMTs coming into my apartment and getting us to the emergency room (ER) in the hospital. I waited as they did the required tests and all the rest and finally close to noon, a doctor came out and told me uncle had suffered a minor heart attack and needed to be observed for a few hours. Nothing that required hospitalization. But it was fortunate that we had him brought to the ER in time. Also they pumped his stomach and found a lot of alcohol in it. I was surprised.

Only then did I realize I had to inform Mahesh, and Kalpana of what happened. I had no idea where they had gone, as Mahesh had not bothered to tell me. I informed another colleague and instructed him to contact Mahesh and tell him the news.

By the time Mahesh called back, they had released uncle from the ER and we had him back at his apartment. I spoke on the phone to Mahesh and we went through everything, and he, of, course, thanked me profusely. Finally he said, "Hey, Murali. Thank god you were there. Thanks a lot for your help. Without you I don't know what would have happened!"

I was struck by the fact that Kalpana did not want to talk to me. Here I was, saving her dad's life and she was not willing to speak to me, ask me about what happened, much less thank me!?

To be fair, she called the next morning. But a lot happened in the night at Mahesh' house.

+++++ That night +++++++

I stayed at Mahesh's apartment to take care of Kalpana's dad. A few of our friends came over to inquire and I had the opportunity to take a break.

I made a bed on the couch in Mahesh's living room and slept there after settling Murthy uncle in. But sleep eluded me. I kept thinking back to the video, to Kristy, to fucking her. God! It was just yesterday. I got an amazing, aching erection. I pulled my cock out of my shorts and started jerking off on Mahesh's and Kalpana's couch, replaying last night in my mind. Each and every minute of it. I had brought back Kristy's panties back with me. Where was it? I wanted so badly to have it, sniff it, rub it on my cock, smell my first cunt and my first woman. Then amazingly my thoughts went to another woman and her panties. Kalpana! Wow! I was in her house, with no one to stop me. "Fuck!," I told myself. "Let's just go get hers! Why not?" In a flash, I was in their bathroom. I had guessed correctly. Kalpana had two hampers of dirty clothes. I opened hers and was delighted to find her clothes there. I picked them up one-by-one. Wow! T-shirts, pants, lingerie and her bras. And her panties!

Wow! She wore cotton panties, but not the expensive brand name ones. She had the common store brand ones. So what? I held them in my hands. Fuck! They were full back, cotton, patterned ones. I turned them over inside out and looked at the gusset. These would have been pressed against Kalpana's cunt, biting into the line of her vagina. That part was squished and crumpled. And stained and crusty, with her dried up juices. I did not hesitate. I lifted her underwear to my nose and sniffed the inside of each of her panties. Fuck! My cock jerked up and stood at attention and leaked pre-cum profusely. Drops trailed to the ground from the tip of my cock head. The aroma of cunt was heavenly. Oh fuck! I licked and tasted her juices and almost swooned. Damn!

I jerked off with Kalpana's panties. I wrapped two of them around my cock and stroked it. The feel of the cotton fabric on my dick was fantastic. I put another one to my nose and sucked in the smell of her cunt, pee and sweat. Was she wearing them as she worked out under those skin tight leggings? She always had the full back variety of panties - I could see that from the panty line that was always visible. Or was she wearing these under her tight salwar? I saw myself in the mirror as I jerked off, alternating her panties between my cock and nose.

I took Kalpana's panties back to the couch and had a long, long jerk off session, fantasizing fucking Kalpana. And when I wanted to finish, I laid them all on the edge of the couch and rubbed my dick on them in turn, and spewed my cum on each of them and drenched them completely with my semen. Fuck! What a release it was!

I was not ready to go to sleep. I now had that bitch Kalpana on my mind. I fantasized all sorts of scenarios where I'd fuck her brains out. I got bolder by the minute and I decided to investigate. She was certain to have some secrets. Something she hid from others. Something under the veneer of her pure, goody-goody nature and personality she exuded.

What would someone hide, I asked myself. I thought about me, myself. I had secrets. I watched a lot of porn and so maybe I Kalpana did too? I Needed to look at her computer/laptop, perhaps, but I was sure it was password protected. What else?

Perhaps she read erotic stories and magazines. I went to their bedroom and methodically searched it. There was nothing in Kalpana's clothes drawer. I poked and prodded around her clothes carefully. Nothing. Only washed and folded clothes, bras and panties. Boy, she was boring. Same brand and type of underwear.

I opened their closet and I got the feeling that there was definitely something there. She had a lot of boxes. One behind the other, and also stacked on top of each other, neat and orderly. But I was patient. I pulled out each one and examined the contents. I found documents, files, old clothes, clothes for other seasons. Then, I saw a small case, tucked away behind two bigger suitcases. It looked out of place in an otherwise neatly stacked closet. When I opened that one in turn and poked around with my hand, I felt something hard and long. Bingo! I pulled out an electric vibrator! It was made of hard rubber, textured just like a man's dick, all thick and veiny and bent, with a large mushroom head. Damn! It was bigger than my cock. I brought it to my nose and got a whiff of a distinctive smell. Obviously dried cunt juices, She used it, but did not bother to clean it, I told myself. She had to have bought it after she came here because these toys were banned in India. Yes! I turned it around in my hand and recognized the American branding on it. So it was only about six months since she came to the US and Ms. Kalpana already had this one. Wow! But she had the only one. What would she have been masturbating to? I poked some more but couldn't find anything.

Then I suddenly recalled something I had seen in her clothes drawer. It stuck in my mind because it did not belong there. What was it? I went back to the drawer and pulled open the bottom one, and there it was - a photo album. Why would she keep a photo album in her in the bottom drawer along with her clothes? I flipped through the pictures. Nothing there. Then I was about to close the album when I discovered there was a flap on the bottom cover that held CDs. I took them out. But for one CD that had the title and name of a photo studio, three others were plain. I had to see what was on them.

I inserted the CD into my laptop. And watched fascinated at the porn that was on it. That Kalpana surely masturbated to. My dick was thick and throbbing in my hand. I smelled the cum on it from my previous jerk off session. I stroked my cock to scenes of rough sex, gang bangs, double penetration, oral sex, cum in mouth, lesbian, ass to mouth, and all kinds of stuff. It looked like someone had made a compilation of various short videos, as there was no continuity or story. Clips came on after the other, different resolutions, colors, actors and soundtrack. Fuck!

It was well into the early morning, as I continued jerking off. Starting and restarting the videos. I remembered falling asleep and then waking up and stroking my semi erect cock to full erection and watching the videos all over again. It had been a long, long time since I had a full night masturbatory session!

Suddenly, the phone rang, and I picked it up. "Hello? Hello? Murali? This is Kalpane here," she said.

I jumped up. "Oh.. oh hi Kalpana. Hey, what's going on? Where are you?" I spoke fast.

"I am OK," her voice sounded tired and anxious. "How is daddy? We.. we.. are still in camp. We will start back later today, reaching home late at night only..."

"Oh, ok," I said. "Uncle is fine. Recovered completely but resting now, you know.."

"Yeah, I assumed he was, " She said, and then hesitated.

Come on, you bitch! Say it. Say thanks for saving your dad's life. Say you're sorry you mistook me. You were wrong to think bad of me. Fuck!

"Hey, Murali, " she said. "Thank you so much for..for...doing this.. I mean... if you .. were not there... I don't know what might have happened!"

I mumbled something in return and she also said something back. But I was not paying attention. I realized I had a hard-on, listening to Kalpana speak. I picked up a pair of her panties and wrapped in around my cock and started stroking it as she spoke. I wiped the pre-cum with her panties. She was going on and on, and I gave her answers, but my mind was on my dick, imagining parting her thick thighs and fucking her hairy cunt. I was not sure of what she was saying, but I wanted to ram my hard cock into her mouth and fuck her.

Yes, slut! Keep talking. Open your mouth and let me cum in it. I know you are one horny whore. Watching all sorts of porn and jerking off, all the while acting pure, Snow White like! I know you want to know what cum tastes like, you have seen women taking it and swallowing. You want it too, I know. Oh I know! Here, take my thick cock into your ass! Yes? You want that too, right? One in your cunt and one in your ass, maybe? I rubbed the head of my cock on the wide expanse of the backside of her panty. Now, take it in your cunt, I said and rubbed my dick on her gusset! How about my asshole? Let's rim each other like those motherfuckers in your videos. Yes? Fuck! Yes!.

I took another pair and sniffed it, taking in the whiff of cunt as her voice came over the phone. I kept stroking my dick as her voice droned in my ear. I reached my climax, and cum erupted from the hole on my cock in long ropes and I jumped. I tried hard to keep everything on an even keel. I juggled the phone, her underwear and my throbbing, hot cock as cum splashed on her panties, the carpet and the couch.

"Hey, Murali.. Murali..you there?" I heard her ask.

"Yes. Yes.. Yes!... I mean, yes I am here," I said, trying to keep my breath normal and my voice cool. Later, I wiped off the couch and carpet the best I could and stashed her panties that were now soaked with my cum, back in the hamper, down, down under the rest of her clothes.Mahesh and Kalpana fussed over Murthy uncle when they got back, and I did not get a chance to talk to him for a while. But when I did, I found he was his usual self. "Murali, I don't know how to thank you man. You are awesome. Let me recover, man, and we will have more adventures. I can't wait!"

I was surprised when Kalpana was in my face one Sunday morning. She came to my apartment with some homemade stuff, to thank me for what I had done. But I was only thinking about her panties, to tell the truth. Was she wearing the one with orange and white stripes? I remember having made that one particularly wet with my cum as I jerked off that night at her house with her panties. Oh! How I wished to look up her skirt to see what she had under there. Did she realize that the stains were my semen? Did she make me out, find out that I had rummaged through her stuff and found her vibrator?

But fortunately, and to my disappointment, no. We made some small talk for a few minutes, and suddenly she became serious.

"Murali," she asked, looking straight at me. "I wanted to ask you before, why was daddy in your house that morning?"

"What?" I was surprised. I had almost forgotten all about it. "Oh, I think the previous night, you know, we had some drinks and it became late and he decided to stay back."

"They found a lot of alcohol in his blood. A lot. Did you...do you know?"

We didn't drink that night. We wanted to be ready for Kristy. But we did drink after. "Hmm... I only have wine at home. Your father is fond of his whisky, as you know. He brought a bottle from home and he finished it that night. Ask Mahesh. It was his favorite brand. Black Label."

She wasn't convinced. She was back in her slut mode. Suspicious bitch!

I said, "Wait. Do you think I had anything to do with this? He had a heart attack for heaven's sake. I had nothing to do with this."

"You sure? No drugs ...or anything of that sort?"

"Fuck! No! They would have found out!" I shouted.

"No need to curse. I know my dad almost died and you helped him. But I want to know..."

I interrupted her, "What? You want to know what happened? I will tell you what happened."

I brought out my diary and showed her a list of names. She did not understand what it was, and I explained it to her, "This is a list of Go-Go bars. Do you know what they are? Go-Go bars?"

"Yes...yes...I know what they are. But what has that..."

"Well. These are the ones I took you father to. But you know what? He actually asked Mahesh, his own son-in-law, to take him to nudie bars. Mahesh refused, but asked me to look after your father. And I did. If I had refused, your father would have just asked someone else. Who would you rather have with your dad? Me? Or someone else?"

She just stared at me and the list, " I ...I don't believe you. Again, what has this got to do with his heart attack?"

"Well, Kalpana, you know your dad, right? He is meticulous and methodical. He did all the research. He knew where he wanted to go. He has a diary just like mine, with dates and names etc. He gave a rating for every girl in every bar. Go take a look and you will know, And then you will see some names and phone numbers. He had me call and...and...set up a private show with a stripper the night before."

"What!" she shouted. "No! No way! Shut up! You are disgusting!"

"Me? Disgusting? He was the one that did it. Take my word for it. I know it's hard to believe. He couldn't have it in your house, so we used mine. He planned everything, your dad. Take a look at the diary and let me know."

"So...so...what are you saying?"

"Well, I think he couldn't stand the excitement. That caused..."

"What excitement? What did he do?"

"Well, a woman was here. What do you think? Your dad had money. And he did as he pleased. Believe me," I paused, and continued, "I had to make sure he was OK, so I was right there with him. I saw everything he did...they did. He knew what he wanted, for sure. Even I did not have the guts to do what all he did. I tell you. He had one heck of a night that night, and couldn't handle it. Hmm..."

She was quiet for a while, thoughts and questions churning in her mind. "You are making things up! I don't believe a word of what you are saying."

"Well, Kalpana. I have pictures."

"What! No! What kind of pictures?"

"Him posing with girls and all. For his scrapbook. You know how he has this small camera he carries all around with him. What do you think he takes pictures of? Those women did not care. To them he was just another horny tourist!"

"How do you have those pictures," she asked, suspicious as ever.

"Well, he used my computer to transfer and print so I have a copy."

"You are a disgusting man, you know. Fuck!" She crossed her arms, and pouted, and said, "Goddamn you! Liar! There was no one else and you are just spinning a nice web of lies. Fuck! I still don't believe you! "

"Well. This will convince you. Go take a look at his bag, the blue one and take out his folder. You will see a number of ladies underwear in it...

"WHAT!" Kalpana almost shouted. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Panties," I said. "Used panties, stained and smelly and sweaty ones. You'll see. Your father paid the dancers at the bar for them. All cataloged beautifully like a library, with names and dates and pictures and locations..."

"SHUT UP! You evil man! So disgusting. Fuck off!" she shouted.

"Well. Either you believe me or you don't. But just check his bag anyway. That will convince you of what kind of pervert your father is. Enough of accusing me of things! And if you still insist that I had something to do with it, I will just go tell others what happened. Let's just go and ask Mahesh and you dad about this whole thing, yeah? That will clear everything once and for all. So just chill with the accusations, okay? I have a good mind to share all this with everybody."

But I pressed on. What the hell. "You know what? I am angry now. You have upset me. I most certainly saved his life and here you are, accusing me of having something to do with it. I AM going to spread this story. In fact, I just remembered. I told my brother who is in UCLA about your dad (I lied). Fuck YOU! I don't care if you are my friend's wife. Just get lost!"

I looked at her, and she was genuinely scared. Her eyes widened and she stammered, "Wait...why...no...please... No! I am sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. Sorry! Don't tell anyone. If people found out..." I wanted to press my advantage. But I was willing to wait.

She turned and walked away hurriedly, Even in that state I could not help but admire her from behind. Her beautiful cheeks swayed, her panty line was clearly visible, tight on her ass with the bands clearly outlined. What was it this time? The full back, cotton, black with grey stripes, perhaps? Another one that I used to masturbate with. The one that was very crusty at her gusset, with the shape of her cunt line impressed on the thin fabric that covered her crotch, made hard and firm with her secretions and juices. I remember putting it to my nose and mouth. Fuck! That was great! When will I get the chance to lay my hands on those panties once again? I should have brought a couple of her panties home with me. She had so many, she wouldn't have realized a few were missing, would she? Man, I had a hard on and I went inside my apartment, undressed completely and fantasized about Kalpana and jerked off in front of my full length mirror until ropes of cum rocketed out of my thick, veined, black cock and splashed onto the mirror and the carpet.

But sure enough, after a couple of days Kalpana approached me as I was watching a girls soccer match in a field close to our apartments. I was a fan of soccer, but watching these fit, athletic women playing excited me. Seeing their asses as their shorts tightened and made their panties visible was juice to the panty fetishist in me. I monitored some of the women, some wore thongs, some wore fullback panties. All dark and visible through the light colored fabric of their shorts. I wondered why Kalpana did not wear thongs. Did she try them on and did not like them? The way the thin band bit into her crack and did not cover her asshole entirely? Fuck, what was I thinking?.

"Hey, Murali. Are you serious about spreading the story about my dad? I hope you have changed your mind. Please ask your brother not to tell anyone. I said I am sorry, no?"

I looked at her, "Did you check his bag? His diary?"

She nodded.

"The names and dates etc? The pictures in his camera? And the dirty panties?"

She winced, and nodded again. "You think you know someone all your life. You have this image of them. I am sorry. I think he...he...just...I don't know. Why did he do it? Was he like this in India as well, when we were growing up? Like you said...maybe too much excitement for him. He is not...not...fit...and young. Like you." And then she looked up.

Somehow, my experience with Kristy had made me bold. I started looking at girls and women differently. Before, I used to be a bit shy. But now, I realized I was able to gaze at them, ogle them, stare at them for a long time without any misgivings. I knew I had Kalpana in my grip. I wanted to see if I could push her further. Without turning towards her, and just watching the women taking a break from soccer, I said, "Just saying sorry doesn't cut it, you know, Kalpana."

"What? What do you have me do?"

I turned towards her, and stared into her eyes. At first she did not understand. But as I continued staring at her for about ten or fifteen seconds, she understood.

"What! No! What the FUCK? Do you...you think...I...?"

I said, "There is a price for me keeping quiet about all this. I think you understand. Nothing is free. If you really want me to be quiet, you have to give something in return." I turned back to the game.

She whispered, "You are a filthy, nasty, dirty fellow! How despicable! To think that I would...anyone would. This is blackmail, you know. I can go to the authorities. I will tell Mahesh!"

"Yeah? Let's see. For one, I will deny it. Anyway, I did not ask for anything specific. It's what your dirty mind has conjured, Secondly, the stories about your father will come out. So think twice. People will believe me and not you. You and your family will have most to lose, not me."

I wasn't aware of when she got up and walked away. I was surprised at myself, at what I had done. Will she act on it? Will she tell Mahesh? She had the most to lose if she did. I had the upper hand, I knew.

Kalpana avoided me for a few days. Even when we met at others' houses (on rare occasions) she looked away when I tried to catch her eye. But I could sense that she was afraid of me spilling the beans about her dad. She would have to do something about it. I would have to pursue her. I made a copy of some of the pictures of Murthy uncle with the girls and I put them in an envelope. I timed my trip to the mailbox with hers and I handed my envelope to her when she was collecting her mail that day. I was quick and she had no time to react. I thrust the envelope into her hand and walked away before she realized something was wrong.

That did the trick. When Mahesh was out playing golf one Saturday morning, Kalpana came to me. "Murali, this is very bad, what you are asking. You are forcing me. This is blackmail!. But if I agree, will you promise me that none of this will come out? You will not tell anything about my father to anyone? About this. I am a married woman!"

"You'll have to take my word for it, I guess. But I am good for my word." I raked my eyes down her body. Taking in her beautiful tits, slim waist, wide hips and fantastic thighs under her summer skirt, thick and muscular, her knees rounded and her calves toned and shiny. She knew what I was doing and said, "Stop it! "

"Why don't you come in, Kalpana? Mahesh will not be back until the evening."

"What? Now?"

"Why not," I shrugged. "Good time as any."

She stepped into my apartment, tentatively. She was quiet, She had crossed her arms, and was shaking a bit. For all the buster and confidence she excluded usually, she was nervous in front of me now. Her lips were trembling as she looked up at me with wide scary eyes. "Will...you... Promise? Say it... Say it!!"

"Kalpana, yes I promise. I will not tell anyone about what we are doing or your father did. You have my word." I looked at her and continued, "Kalpna, you have this effect on boys and men. You have a great fucking body and you know you are sexy, you know men stare and ogle you. It is not just me. Each and every one of the guys around her fantasize about you. Believe me, I have seen the way they look at you. And me? I was jerking off to your images right from the time I saw you. Man, I envied Mahesh!"

"Stop it, please! I don't know what I am doing here. I should go!"

I stepped towards her and put my hand on her shoulder. She cringed back and moved away from me, but hit the wall behind her and it stopped her. I had a raging hard-on in my pants, and I wanted her to feel it. I pressed my belly on her. She felt my thick dick, and she sobbed, "Oh god! Please...no... what will happen. People will know!!"

I bent down and placed my hands on her ankles. She whimpered, "Aiyoh!, amma, no!"

I ran my hands up her legs, very slowly. Past her beautiful calves. I went up towards her knees, moved my palms to the back of her thighs, then brought them in front. They were smooth, hairless, shiny and firm. Fuck! I had rushed into things with Kristy. But here, with Kalpana, I understood how erotic and arousing taking it slow was. I spent a lot of time rubbing my palms on her thighs. My cock strained in my pants and I stopped caressing her, unbuckled and unzipped my pants and pushed my boxers down. My cock sprang up like a spring and jerked up and down. Kalpana had turned her face away and did not look down at my thick, smelly dick.

As I rose from a kneeling position, my palms went around her magnificent ass cupped her cheeks. I pressed and held them, and I almost came. My cock was straight and hard between us, the thick vein pressing against her belly. I could smell it and I was sure so could she. The intoxicating smell of sex. It made me delirious!

My hands moved on her firm ass, Her panty was stretched tight on her cheeks. I spent a lot of time cupping, pressing, feeling her ass, then I moved my hand down her ass crack and spread her cheeks with both my hands.

"Ah...aiyoh!" she hissed. Then I turned her sideways and with my hand I cupped her crotch. She shuddered as my fingers pressed the soft, supple outer lips of her cunt. I moved my palm up and down. Kalpana was gasping and soft moans escaped her lips. Amazingly she had clutched her skirt and had hiked it up above her waist and held it there, moving it away from my hand. Then I moved my middle finger up and down the crack of her vagina, feeling the wedge between her lips, feeling the folds as they moved along with my fingers allowing me access to her hole and her clit. By now Kalpana was moaning softly, and I could feel some moisture through the fabric of her panties. I was breathing hard into her neck and ear and she turned away from me. My cock was firm against the side of her waist and I now started moving up and down her body.

I remembered what I had down with Kristy. I bent down and kissed Kalpana's pussy and she trembled. I placed my mouth on her gusset that covered her hole and tasted the fabric of her panties and the juices secreting from her cunt. She gasped and parted her legs. Then I slowly pulled her panties down to her knees and feasted on her cunt.

"Aiyoh...Murali...what.what are you doing?" she hissed.

She had some hair on her pussy. I could see that she had trimmed it somewhat. Through the thicket of dark hair I could see the even darker line of her cunt. As she parted her legs, the outer lips of her vagina spread a bit. I could see minute drops of whitish cream on the inside of her vaginal lips. As her thighs parted, her inner lips were exposed. They were dark and slimy and covered with light white creamy substance. Her cunt smelled heavenly. I was intoxicated. I bent forward and licked the juices off of her inner lips, and she hissed, "Ai, amma... Oh!" Then with my tongue flat against her cunt, I lapped her lips. Up and down, up and down. I drank her juices, I could tell that it was sometime since she had cleaned or showered. I smelled the piss and her cunt juices and the sweat on her pussy. She had her hand lightly on my head as I licked her.

I rose and looked at her. Our eyes met for a second before she turned away. I slowly unbuttoned the top portion of her one piece skirt and she pushed it off of her shoulders and down her waist and stepped out of it. Then she pulled down her panties and stood completely naked in front of me, still not looking at me and her face turned away. Her dress ahd a built-in bra of some sort that had held her tits, but now they were in full view. Magnificent globes. So smooth and hard and supple. Her nipples were erect and screamed to be sucked. I bent down and sucked on a nipple and put my palm on her crotch and tickled her clit.

She shuddered as I sucked. This was so different from Kristy's. Kalpana's nipples felt harder and longer than Kristy's and as I sucked on them I could feel something oozing out of them. I didn't know what it was and I didn't care. It tasted chalky and smelled pungent. I tried to take her entire areola in my mouth.

"Aiyoh, appa! amma!" she moaned as I sucked each nipple in turn. After a few minutes I ducked back between her thighs.

This time she spread her legs a bit more and thrust her torso gently against my mouth. But as I continued to lick her cunt, she started thrusting harder. And harder. Then she had her orgasm.

"Aiyoh, amma! Hai..." she hissed and bent over double. She was stiff for about ten seconds and then her whole body relaxed as the waves of her ogasm swept over her. She was still standing next to my door, holding on to the wall for support.

I led her by her hand to my bed. I sat her down on the edge of the bed and held her head and pushed my throbbing cock toward her. I expected her to open her mouth, make an 'O' like Kristy had done when she took my cock in her cool mouth. But Kalpana pushed me away and turned her head. "No, not this, please!". I was surprised and disappointed, but I relented.

I pushed her down and lifted her legs and put my hand under her knees and pushed them up to her ears, doubling her up. Then still looking into my eyes, she surprised me by reaching down and holding my thick cock, and she positioned it at her cunt and nodded at me. I slipped my cock into her. My eyes closed in pleasure. The sensation of warm cunt flesh engulfing the entire length of my firm, thick member was sensational and magical. I flopped down on her. Her soft, supple breasts crushed against my chest.

I was not aware of when I started pumping in and out of her. I had my eyes closed. My entire being focussed on my cock. The pleasure it gave me as I pushed and pulled, in and out of he cunt. I could feel her juices lubricating my cock. I didn't think I took a break. I went on for a long time. I sucked her nipples and slathered my saliva on her beautiful tits. my fingers played with her thick, distended clit and I fucked her cunt. As I reached my climax, I grabbed on to her breasts and squeezed them hard and she whimpered in pain. I opened my eyes. She was still staring up at me, groaning and moaning. I slammed into her mercilessly. I heard the sound our bodies made - slap-slap-slap - as our thighs came together. I was aware of her pubic hair tickling my belly, and her body rippling with each of my thrusts. I kept my eyes on her and my hands on her tits, like riding a horse, when I ejaculated. When my cock exploded inside her, it pulsed and pushed against the wall of her cunt and she too felt this and closed her eyes. Both of us sensed each spurt of my cum, my cock straining against the vise like grip of her pussypulled out of her and she immediately turned away and crawled up my bed and buried her head in a pillow. I went up to her and hugged her and my cock pressed against her ass, still semi-erect and wet and slimy with our juices. After a while I went to the bathroom, and then as I saw myself in the mirror the enormity of what I had done finally hit me. I had fucked my friend's wife! Fuck!

Amazingly, as I walked back to the bedroom, my dick was fully erect again and I was ready to fuck. I looked down at my cock. The head was pink and shiny, the foreskin tucked well under it, and my cock was throbbing. I glanced at the bed and what I saw there did not help me much. Kalpana was lying face down with one leg bent up. I could see her beautiful ass, and the dark ass crack, and her ass cheeks were spread apart by the position of her thighs and I could see her asshole clearly, its dark brown skin against the white of her ass. Then below it her cunt was visible, the think line hidden by her pubic hair.

I did not say anything as I crawled up to her from behind and lay down on her. I placed my throbbing, hot dick on her ass crack and humped her. It was utterly delightful! The skin on my dick slipped smoothly on her ass as I pressed it between our bodies. I slapped each of her cheeks with my thick cock. I ran the blunt tip up and down her ass crack. I could feel the heat radiating from her, and oozed a bit of pre-cum and she just wiggled under me. Then I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her. She mumbled, "Aiyoh, what? Oh, my!" as I held her in the doggy position. I could see her pussy, glistening wet ready for me. My cock slid easily into her cunt from behind and I fucked her. I spread her ass cheeks and feasted on her beautiful asshole and noticed some small hair sprouting out of it and also some on the puckered skin. She was moaning as I increased my pace. I reached down and grabbed her tits. Her nipples were once again thick and erect, and she placed her hand on mine as I squeezed her boobs one after the other. And after a while, I came inside her once more. Like before, we were still as I emptied my balls in her, my palms still on each of her big supple breasts feeling her thick nipples, my cock pulsating against the walls of her cunt. Then she flopped on the bed and my cock slipped out of her.

When I awoke, it was dark outside and I realized Kalpana had slipped out of my apartment without my noticing it.

It did not stop after the first time. We continued meeting clandestinely. Kalpana was never satisfied with one session. I obliged by fucking her twice in quick sucession, and on one occasion we went three times in a row. She came five times. That was the occasion when we finally kissed. She opened her mouth and let my tongue inside hers and we swapped saliva. I had never kissed a girl before and it felt glorious. Sex was one thing, but to me kissing was extraordinary and still is. I kissed her for a long, long time. She felt it too. The electricity that rippled through our bodies as our tongues touched and played with each other. She let my spit into her mouth and I could feel her lapping my tongue and the insides of my cheek.

She went on top of me, she placed her palms on my chest for support and rode me. She leaned down and put her mouth close to mine and deliberately spat into my it. Fuck! I looked up at her and I would have sworn that she had an orgasm right there, seeing my greedily swallow her spit.

Then, and only then did she agree to use her mouth on me. I sat on the edge of my bed with my cock at an upward angle and my balls hanging out, and she attacked me with her mouth. Boy, was it glorious! She used her mouth, tongue and lips on each and every inch of my cock and balls. And in the end gave me an excruciatingly delightful handjob and we both watched as ropes of cum erupted from my thick, throbbing dick, falling like rain drops onto the carpet.

Murthy uncle was still recovering and his progress was slow. Once when we were alone in the house, he said to me, "Hey Murali, I get the feeling that Kalpana is poking around in my things. Do you think she has seen my stuff, my pictures and collection and all that? Fuck, man! What to do?" But at other times he was in his element, in his usual horny mood and said, "Tell you what, Murali. When you come to India, stay with us. I will show you around, you know what I mean? I show you all the fruits that India has to offer, man. Kashmir apples, Mumbai Mangoes, Punjabi pineapples, Tamil Papayas, Malayalee Sapotas. You name it, I will get it for you. Okay? Deal?" I just smiled at him and said, "OK, uncle" Little did I know that he and I would indeed partake of the fruits he described (at least some of them) in a few years when we would meet again.

I ran into Kalpana one day while jogging around a neighborhood trail. This was about two months after we started fucking. We had actually had warmed up to each other, and the affair with her father and pictures and other stuff were seemingly forgotten in the midst of our secret meetings and sessions of torrid sex. She did not ask about the pictures and I did not mention the topic at all. I actually had the feeling she was waiting for me that day. She was in her usual tracksuit that highlighted her sexy figure and made no effort to hide her thick ass and panty line. I stopped and we started talking. Rather she did.

She looked this way and that and when she was sure no one was around she asked me, in a very soft voice, "Hey Murali, can I ask you for a big favor?"

"Anything. As long as it does not involve the police, the government or the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), I will try to help you out," I said, and both of us laughed softly.

She started, "You...you...said daddy asked for a...a...private show?"

"What?" I looked up at her. I was surprised. It was a nice Saturday morning and we were on a beautiful tree lined trail. Both of us sweating and gasping from exercise, bent over and holding our knees. And she asks me this?

She had turned away. And she continued, "You know what I am saying. Private shows...stripper. You said you arranged one for my father?"

"Yes, that's right. I did. You'll have to take my word for it. But I thought we were done with all that, right? We've moved on? Water under the bridge and all that?" I asked, still looking at her, wondering why she was bringing that topic up now that we had moved past all that. But she was looking elsewhere as she spoke. I was confused to be sure.

She whispered so softly that I had to lean in to hear her properly. "Yes. Yes. But...but...you think...there are...you know...I mean, men? Men that do that kind of thing?"

Fuck me! What is she asking? Why me? Motherfucker!

"Hmm...Probably," I said, standing up now and looking at her. "Well, I am sure there are. Why?"

She was quiet as she turned to me, and our eyes locked for a second and she turned her head away. Then she looked down at the ground and whispered softly, "You know, Mahesh's term is coming to an end and we will be going back to India at the end of the month. I thought...I mean, I was...curious...to try..." And her voice trailed off.

I was shocked. I whispered, "Kalpana! For...for...you?"

She jerked her head up and looked at me. And for the first time I could see the fierceness, the hostility and the determination and the defiance and the confidence in her eyes. She hissed, "Why not? Why not for me? If you and daddy can do it, why not me?"

Thoughts flashed through my brain. Why not indeed! Why should men have all the fun? What is wrong with a woman wanting all that? Desire and lust are the same in both men and women. What the hell! I had wanted to fuck all the beautiful American girls and women, right? I had fantasized and mastrubated, and still did, to the images of the women and girls I saw everyday on the streets, in the mall, in my office, in the ground where they played soccer, at the beach. So what was wrong with someone like Kalpana lusting after men and boys, if that's what she wanted? Fuck!

"Kalpana! Yes. I...I...of course. I...I...can...will...help. What do...I mean... Let's talk, ok?"

+++++++ Friday 7 PM the following week +++++++++

I opened the door and found an imposing black man standing there. He was well over six feet tall, clean shaven and with beautiful shiny skin the color of light copper and built like a truck. He wore a T-shirt and his muscles bulged beneath it. He had a thick neck, and arms as thick as my thighs, a flat tummy tucked into his belted jeans, thick, muscled and flowing thighs and shiny brown boots. I felt insecure and tiny and impotent just looking at him.

"I'm Rob. You called?" he spoke in that distinctive african-american accent.

"Yes," I stammered. "Yes. Yes, please come in?"

He entered my apartment, his gaze looking at me questioningly. "Not for you, is it? They said it was for...oh! I see," he said as he saw Kalpana standing in the doorway to my bedroom.

He went up to her and gave her a beatific smile, picked her hand and bent and kissed the back of her palm. "Delighted. Ha, ha. Spicy! How are you, ma'm?"

If I looked small in front of him, Kalpana looked puny and miniscule. He towered over her. She would break like a stick if he fucked her, I thought.

She whispered, "Oh...Hi...I...eh..."

"Not a problem, ma'm! I take it that it's your first time?" He looked at her and then turned towards me. I nodded.

"No worries. Ha ha. There's always the first time." Then he clapped his hands, "OK let's get started, we only have an hour. Here?" He asked, indicating the bedroom with a forward motion of his hand.

Just as Kristy had done for uncle Murthy and me, Rob started dancing in front of Kalpana, who was seated at the edge of the bed. She was wearing a skirt that came down to the middle of her thighs, the top held her tits in place and she was not wearing a bra. I knew she was wearing her usual full back cotton panties, a red one with white stripes.

I could see that she was very nervous. She was shy as Rob danced in front of her. She kept looking at me with a scared look. But as he continued his routine, she became bolder by the minute. After about five minutes, Rob started stripping off his clothes. And this was when Kalpana gave him all her attention.

She was breathing heavily and her chest rose and fell as Rob, in only his thong underwear, danced close to her, almost touching her. Then he took one of her hands and placed them on his chest, and moved them all over his body, his pecs, down to his belly, down, down to his thong. I saw Kalpana's eyes bulge as she felt his hardness. Then to my surprise, she raised both her hands to his chest and rolled them all over his body. Feeling, pressing, squeezing the muscles on his chest, his nipples, running her hand on his sides and feeling the thick firm flesh there and then resting and slowly feeling the rippling six-pack on his belly. Then Rob turned and offered his back to her. She stood up and ran her hands all over his back, feeling the muscles on his neck, his shoulders, deltoids and his arms. Then she sat back down. And placed her palms on his ass cheeks. They were bare, shiny, black and firm. She squeezed and felt every inch of his ass cheeks. And then ran her hand on his ass crack.

Fuck! I was aroused. My dick strained in my pants, and I said to myself, "What the fuck," and took of my pants and stepped out. I grabbed my thick dick and stroked it as Rab turned to Kalpana and offered her his crotch.

She upturned her hand and grabbed his cock through the material of his underwear. Her fingers traced the contours of the now thickening member. She used both her hands to play with his cock and balls. She ran her hands over his thick, muscular thighs.

I had seen a lot of videos where similar things happened. They were called CFNM (Clothed Females Nude Males). Things usually started in this manner but ended up with the women having oral or regular sex with the man/men. I fervently hoped they's fuck. Holy mother of god! Kalpana is going to be fucked by a monster of a black man, and I will have a seat by the band! Mother fucker!!

Rab took Kalpana's hands and placed them on the waistband of his thong underwear. She pushed them down to his thighs, and as she did, his thick, black, veiny, monstrous cock sprung up from his belly like a jack-in-the-box.

I gaped open-mouthed. It was the biggest, blackest, thickest cock I had ever seen. Kalpana jerked back in shock and awe as the giant dick swayed in front of her face. She instantly put a hand to her mouth to cover her amazement. Her eyes bulged and her mouth opened. But there was no stopping her now. She reached up and placed the flat of her palms on the sides of Rob's engorged dick and proceeded to stroke it up and down. The skin flowed smoothly over his pink mushroom cock-head. She was licking her lips. I almost came. Pre-cum oozed from my dick and fell to the carpet.

Kalpana then held Rob's big, black cock. She could barely cover it with her fist. Then she used her other hand also, and now she was double-fisting the thick dick. Even with both her fists on the cock, she did not cover its length completely. Rob's penis was long, longer than I imagined. And Kalpana continued to stroke it with both hands, to and fro from her face. The big purple head of his cock was shiny and smooth. I could see some pre-cum at his hole as well.

Rob looked at me and asked, "All the way, bro?"

Kalpana also stopped. She and I locked eyes, and I just nodded. I did not know what he meant.

He held her head with his hand and inched forward. "Come on, baby! Suck my dick," he hissed. "Have you had such a big cock in your mouth and cunt, huh? Come on, open up and let me feel your throat with my cock. Suck a real cock, now!"

Kalpana looked up at him and mumbled something I couldn't hear. Rob said, "Yeah? You want to be my whore? You want me to call you names? Yes, you are my bitch whore! Suck my cock, lick my balls. Cunt! "

Kalpana opened her mouth and Rob slid his beautiful, thick, veiny cock into it. He went all the way until she gagged and pushed it back out. He was gentle with her from then on. He thrust very slowly, in and out of her mouth. I could see Kalpana's tongue playing with the underside of his cock. Then she moved her head and licked his cock on the side, on top, and lay it flat on his belly and licked the thick vein that ran the length under it. Then she brought his cock back down and used her mouth to suck on just the big, purple head.

"Yes, bitch," Rob hissed. "That's it. Suck my cock head. Lick it. Put your spit on it!"

Kalpana made slurping and sloshing sounds as she sucked his cock. Rob pulled his dick out and lifted it away and made way for her to lick his balls.

"Lick and suck my balls, you whore. The best balls you have ever seen. Come on!"

She sucked and licked his balls. They were so big that they did not fit in her mouth. By now she was drooling from both sides of her mouth. Spit was flowing profusely down her chin and on to her chest. She was stroking his cock with one hand and feeling, squeezing, clutching his ass cheeks with the other. Rob took her hand and directed it to his ass crack and she knew what to do. As I looked on, she wiggled her middle finger between his cheeks and pushed it upto her second knuckle up his asshole.

Rob stopped and pulled her up. She stood and slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders. They fell to her waist and she pushed it down and stepped out of it. She was now in only her panties in front of Rob. Even from where I was standing I could see her magnificent panty covered ass. The ass was firm and thick. Her red and white full back panties were stretched tight on her cheeks with a wedgie running up the middle. Her gusset was squashed between the area where her thighs met. It was fantastic! It was a fabulous sight. A panty man's fantasy fulfilled!!

I was about to ejaculate. I must have made a noise or groaned something because both of them turned to me. As Kalpana looked at me as I mastubated, I lost control and my dam broke. Cum erupted from my cock. I made no effort to stop it or hide it from them. Rope after rope of thick, slimy, sticky semen rocketed out of my dick on to the carpet. There was no sound in the room except the drop of my cum falling on the carpet.

"Shit, bro," Rob said, and laughed. Kalpana had already slipped off her panties and was standing naked in front of Rob. He pushed her down on the edge of the bed, bent down and parted her legs and started eating her cunt. I moved to a position where I could see him licking her cunt and clit. He went at it for just about two minutes, when Kalpana had her first orgasm with Rob. She jerked up and held his head as he sucked on her clit For the first time that night, she started groaning and moaning. "Aiyoh, aiyoh, appa, appa, ah, ahh," she slammed her pussy at his mouth repeatedly and as she came she became stiff and a long, low grunt escaped from her mouth, "aiyoooooo, aaaaaahhhh, ammmmma!!"

She had orgasms with me but never like this. It seemed she was entering a new phase of orgasmin delight with Rob. He licked her clean, and then walked to his bag and took out a strip of condoms, and as we looked on, he tore one and rolled it on his cock.

"Oh!" Kalpana hissed. "Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, Rape me you fucking black motherfucker! Fuck me hard, kill me with your monster motherfucking cock!!" And she spread her legs, put her two hands between her thighs and opened her cunt lips to him.

Rob ploughed into her in the missionary position and I stood close behind them and watched. His thick dick stretched her cunt hole. Juices poured out of her and made his cock slick. Thick, white, creamy fluid flowed onto her asshole and my bed. I was so close to them I could sense the heat from their bodies and inhaled the erotic, heady aroma of sex. I heard the squsih-squish sound as their sweaty bodies slammed into each other, hearing their breaths coming fast and hard.

I loved watching girls' assholes. Kalpana's was dark brown and the skin surrounding it was of a lighter shade but still dark compared to the rest of her body. Her ass cheeks glistened with sweat and shuddered as he pummeled her. He put his hand under her and grabbed each cheek with his palms and spread them even wider causing her asshole to open, and he rammed his dick into her. She squealed in delight, "Yes, ah fuck, hard, harder, harder, don't stop, don't stop, oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck!"

Then he had her in the doggy position. She screamed,again, "Ah, aah, aaah," as he slammed her from behind. I went and stood before her and saw that she had her mouth open and eyes closed as she moaned and accepted the punishment he meted out to her. Then she opened her eyes, recognized me and gasped, "Oh Murali, fuck, this...is...great!! Thaaaank youuuu! Youuu! Aaah," He had her like that for about five minutes, taking a lot of breaks, but never pulling his dick out of her cunt.

He sat on the bed with his legs stretched out in front and leaned back, supporting himself with his hands on the bed behind him. Kalpana straddled his cock, wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as she rode his cock. "Ah, ah, ah, aiyoh, amma, amma, appa," she gasped in pleasure and delight.

Then she turned around and pressed her hands on his outstretched knees for support and rode his cock again. Rob and I just watched as her cunt opened wide and engulfed his huge dick. Whte creamy juices flowed like a stream from her cunt onto his dick and down to his hairless belly.

Kalpana was on top of him. He had his hands folder above his head, and he seemed to just lay there and let her ride him. And boy did she ride him! She placed her palms on his muscular chest for support and impaled herself on his huge dick and rose and fell on it. Her cunt hair was drenched with her juices. Kalpana was in seventh heaven. Her eyes were closed, mouth open and I knew she was totally focused on the cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. She put her hand on her clit and rotated her palm there in sync with her thrusts. She threw back her head and became stiff as she climaxed. She let out a primal scream and slammed her fists on Rob's chest as she came.

They were not done. Rob made her turn around and she fucked him in the reverse cowgirl position. He spread her ass cheeks and inserted his thick middle finger in her asshole. Kalpana let out a howl but continued to fuck him.

Finally, he made her lie on her stomach, spread her legs and tried anal with her. He placed his cock head at the entrance to her asshole and pushed, ButI knew this would definitely cause her pain, but I was unable to stop him. The mushroom head of his thick dick was huge, and as she tried to press his cock into her asshole, Kalpana screamed, "No! No!! Please, no! Not there! No! No!" and looked up at me, "Mu.ra...li...ask...him.to...stop...pleeeeeaase!"

Rob knew she was not upto it. He flipped her onto her back, and raised himself on his knees between her thighs and proceeded to stroke his cock. Slowly at first, and then faster as faster. His cock was as thick and hard and round as a flashlight. Kalpana watched him with her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"I am going to come on you, you cunt bitch! You wanna see me cum, you want my cum on you? Where do you want it, huh? In your mouth? On your face? Yeah?"

Even in that state Kalpana patted her chest and held up her tits with her palms. As we watched, Rob let out a quiet scream and cum erupted from his cock. It was as if someone had opened a water hose. Long, long ropes of thick, white, cream streamed from his cock and fell over her body. His semen fell on her chest, neck and belly and completely drenched her. We were in shock seeing the amount of cum he ejaculated. His spurts seemed never ending. Kalpana held her breath throughout his discharge and let out a groan as he finished and wiped his cock on her thighs. "Aiyoh, amma, appa, what was that! Fuck. Fuck. God... that was incredible!! You motherfucker!"

As Rob got off her, she just crawled up and buried her head in the pillows and pulled a sheet over herself.

As I settled with Rob, he patted my shoulder, "Man, I have had a lot of Indian chicks. She's up there with the best of them. She's a keeper! And you are a good husband. Good Luck, man. Fuck her good, OK?" I nodded and closed the door on him.

What I had seen in the last hour seemed like a dream to me. My cock was painfully erect inside my pants. I had to have a release. I walked into the bedroom and saw Kalpna still on her stomach. Legs wide open and the covers partially covering her. Her ass was exposed and the pervert that I am, my eyes automatically went to the dark spot of her asshole.

I applied VigRx to my cock and then liberally slathered vaseline on it. I crawled up behind Kalpana and parted her legs. She tried to raise herself, "Murali, what, wait, no... amma...wait!"

But I was not to be denied. "Oh Kalpana, let me do this. I want to fuck you in the ass. I want to be the...first...yes...please! Please!" I did not wait for her reply. Her ass was perfectly positioned now, with the asshole at an inviting angle. I raised myself and held my dick and directed in onto her asshole. "Aiyoh...I ...I can't...oh god!" she moaned, and flopped down. I stopped and took a pillow and wedged it between her and the bed. And I pressed my hard, throbbing, slimy cock on the entrance to her asshole.

She let out a scream as I pushed. It hurt her, I was sure, but I knew it would get better. I looked down at my cock and saw a bit of the head disappear inside her. I pushed harder, ignoring the burning sensation that the friction of her tight hole caused on my penis. And suddenly the tight ring of her sphincter gave way and my dick was sliding into her ass, the walls gripping me ever so tightly. "Aahhhh, slow...slow...aiyoh...appppa!" she squealed, and pummeled her fists on the bed in pain and disgust. I settled in a bit and repositioned myself to make it comfortable for both of us. And then, and only then, did it hit me. I am fucking a girl in the ass! Man, how far had I come in the last month. From a virgin, to fucking an American goddess, then fucking an Indian beauty and now in her ass! Fuck!

I was gripped by lust and desire. I lost the sense of time and the fact that there was a human being under me. I totally ignored the pain that my actions were causing us and I fucked her hard. I had seen a lot of anal videos and unfortunately, I was playing them out. The rapidity with which I was slamming her shook her body, and ripples ran from her ass cheeks and up her back. Her groans come out in broken words from her mouth. I put my hands under her and hugged her, squeezing her breasts and pummeled her until I came. "Aiyoh, aiyoh, aiyoh, amma, Murali... Ah...! Ok, ok! Appa. Finish fast... Ahh!"

A scream escaped my mouth as I ejaculated, with my dick inside her ass. My cock pulsed like a beating heart against the walls of her ass and both of us felt the tremors. As my explosion died, so did her groans and moans. I started to pull my cock out of her ass, and she said, "No. No. Slowly. Slowly" But it still hurt her as I finally pulled the entire length of my cock out of her. "Aiyoh, motherrrrfuckerrrrr!" she screamed softly and flopped on the bed.

After a while I got up and took a shower, and when I returned to the bedroom I realized that Kalpana had left my apartment. I opened a bottle of wine and flopped on the couch in front of the TV. I knew I had the images of the evening indelibly burnt in my memory. I could relieve them any day, any where it pleased me. Fuck! Life was good!!

+++++++ +++++++++

But Kalpana once again made a concerted effort to avoid me for the next couple of weeks. Try as I might, I could not get her alone to talk to her. Had I pushed her too hard when I tried anal with her that night? Was she angry with me for doing it? Did she have regrets?

I wanted so badly to get together with her one last time before they left for India. I wanted to finally confess to her my fetish for her panties. How I wanted to see them on her. Tell her that even now I jerked off regularly thinking of the panties on cunt and ass, even after we have fucked so many times. How I fantasized about them after seeing them in her bathroom. I was not willing to tell her that I used them to masturbate and that I came on them, ejaculated my semen on her panties, that night so long ago. But if she was as intelligent and dirty-minded as I thought she was, it would not be difficult for her to guess what I did with her smelly, used underwear. I wanted to give her some new ones I had bought, in exchange for her old ones I'd keep in her memory, to remind me of the times we had together, and to keep the smell of her cunt and ass and body with me for as long as I could. And whenever she used the ones I gave her it would remind her of me and the fucking good times we had.

But Kalpana were busy packing and making plans, as they were to leave in about a week. I managed to corner her at the mall one evening, and I asked her to have a cup of coffee with me at the food court and she agreed.

"Hey, Kalpana," I said. "I think you have been avoiding me for the last few weeks. Are you angry with me? For, you know, what I did last time? I am sorry if I hurt you."

"Me? Avoiding you? Angry with you? No. No. I... I was just busy, you know. Returning to India and all that?

"I don't believe you," I dismissed her excuse and looked at her.

"Well, Murali... It's like this...I made a fool of myself with...with that man, and you..."

"So, you are not upset with what I did?" I asked.

"You? No. No. I think we both did it. Right? I think I allowed you to...us to have anal sex. So no, I am not angry at that at all. The thing with Rob. I am sure you think of me as a slut and a whore now, no?"

I was shocked. "Kalpana, no way! Not at all. Quite the opposite actually."

"Really? Why? What?" she asked.

I explained, "Kalpana, in my opinion you were very brave to ask for it. You wanted something and you went for it. You needed help getting it and you had the guts to ask me for it. It takes a lot of guts and courage to do what you did. Really. Think of all the women who were afraid to ask for what they desired. What all would they have missed."

"You really think of me that way? I thought really hard, I was so afraid of what you'd think. Before it happened and even after. I felt like...like...you'd think I am some sort of nymphomaniac, a whore, a cheat. Well, I did cheat. But...but...you are not judging me? After all, I did judge you incorrectly."

"No. That's alright. You didn't know me as well as Mahesh did. Anyway, that's all in the past." I looked at her and said, "I think you get all this from your dad. He wanted something, knew what he wanted and went ahead with a plan. You too are alike!"

"Wow! Such a turnaround in your opinion of my father!"

I laughed and said, "Yep. I used to think he was a pervert, but now I hope that I can be like him when I am his age. You know, active, interested in girls and women. Virile!"

"Oh, I don't think you will have a problem with that!" she said. I looked at her and she blushed and looked away.

"Kalpana, I have a favor to ask of you."

She looked at me and repeated what I had told her earlier when she asked me a favor. "Anything. As long as it does not involve the police, the government or the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), I will try to help you out," and both of us laughed softly.

"Kalpana, you can say 'no' if you don't want to do what I am asking, but promise you will not think bad of me or judge me. I am asking a lot of you, I know."

"What is it? Tell me," she pressed me, with her curiosity now piqued.

Then I told her.

She stared at me, wide eyed and open-mouthed. Then she looked down and away. I knew I had crossed a line with my request of her.

"Oh! Murali. I...I...am not sure. Sorry, let me think about it?"

"No. No. I am sorry. I shouldn't have...," I stammered.

"I...I...will get back to you," she whispered and walked away.