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In the Company of Hindu Women
by UR Null (address withheld)

***

A young muslim man fell in love with three hindu 
sisters who were older than him. It only became clear 
at the end that who was seducing whom. (FFM, 1st, oral, 
mature, rom, india)

***

"Where are you going!" mom asked me one evening as I 
was about to sneak out of the house. "And why have you 
applied so much perfume, are you going to a whore 
house?"

"I'm going to see Rohit and I'll be back in an hour," I 
replied, ignoring her last comment.

"Rohit, Rohit, Rohit. It's always that Rohit!" she 
murmured. "Come early before your dinner gets cold!" 
she said.


<><><><> 

My Name is Danish. I am a 22 years old well-built young 
man. Rohit was my bosom pal though he was a Brahmin 
Hindu and I was a Shia Muslim. We come to know each 
other through Regional Engineering College at Trichy, 
where I was a student of telecommunication and Rohit 
was studying Architecture. The thing that brought us 
together was tennis. We played tennis together, 
initially against each other and then as partners. 

Rohit was actually from another town but in order to 
study Architecture he shifted to Trichy. His family 
rented a house in my neighborhood. This helped us 
coming closer. Soon Rohit and I started going to 
college together. We started visiting each other's 
house often. Despite difference in our religions our 
families received us warmly enough. Rohit's mother 
Nirmala considered me a member of their family. 

Rohit had told me about his family. He lost his father, 
when he was only six years old. His father has left 
some bungalows and vast acreage of farmland to make 
life easy for him. In addition to this, his mother had 
her late father's properties too. Now Rohit lived with 
his widowed mother Nirmala and aunt Anuratha. His 
mother took his aunt under her wings after their father 
died five years ago. Rohit had only aunties.

His amma was the eldest in the family. Three of his 
four aunts were married. The youngest aunt was Anuradha 
who was yet to marry. Anuradha was twenty-four. While 
all her friends of her age group had got married 
Anuradha remained a virgin because her horoscope 
revealed that she was Mars afflicted. It was a 
Herculean task for anyone to find a groom for Anuradha.

Though Rohit's Mom, Nirmala, had lived in a small town 
throughout her life, she carried herself gracefully as 
a city woman. She had a very lovely face and a heavenly 
aura about her. Her breasts were less than average in 
size but looked good on her slim body. Her waist was 
modest, tummy flat and buttocks tight. Although Nirmala 
was a widow, at home she always wore the saree draped 
on her slim body like any other Indian woman; adorned 
her head with flowers; and sported the pottu on her 
forehead. However, when she stepped out of the house 
she transformed into a different personality. She took 
off the flowers from her head, removed the pottu from 
her forehead, divested the most glaring ornaments 
adorning her perbeta, and wore her silk saree in 
Madisaar fashion.

The woman who immediately got my attraction was Rohit's 
aunt Anuradha. Though she was elder than me but I had a 
crush over her. Anuradha always wore half-saree, 
wrapped tightly around her bosom, accentuating her 
well-endowed boobs. Anuradha's lips were naturally rosy 
red and one would think that she had applied lipstick. 
When she laughed, her perfect teeth gleamed. Her 
enshrouded jutting boobs and her rosy lips that smiled 
enticingly made me to daydream about her. 

***

The evening, about which I was talking at the 
beginning, I went to meet Rohit at his house. After 
entering the gate, I rang the bell. Rohit's mom, 
Nirmala, opened the door. It was dark outside.

"Maami(auntie), is Rohit in?" I asked.

"Ah! Danish, it's you?" she said with a pleasant smile. 
"Come in."

I was hesitant to go in when she was alone in the house 
because of our gossiping neighbors.

"Is Rohit in, Maami?" I asked once again.

"No. He has taken Anu to the dentist," she said. "But 
come in. They'll be back any time now."

I followed her after removing my slippers, as the 
custom demanded. The TV was on, showing one of those 
never-ending mega serials that helped every Indian 
woman fantasize that she was its heroine. 

"Shall I change the channel?" she asked.

"No, Maami. Let it be," I said, as I don't want to 
disturb her from viewing the serial.

Rohit's mother sat on the sofa. The way she had draped 
her light blue saree around her, emphasized her 
breasts. She patted the cushion beside her with her 
left hand. I sat next to her. The fragrance she was 
wearing appeared very familiar. Where did I come across 
that scent before? I asked myself. I thought I remember 
but the memory evaded me. Something puzzled her. She 
leaned towards me and inhaled deeply.

"Oh, Shiva, Shiva," she muttered. "Danish, your body 
odor is intriguing. It seems to be very familiar." 

I was shocked to learn that she too felt the same way 
as I did. She placed her left hand gently on my right 
thigh. Her touch excited me so much that my prick 
twitched. "It is stirring some deep rooted memories in 
me. I don't know how or where to place it," she said.

"I too feel the same, Maami," I replied. "Your 
fragrance too seems familiar to me. I'm also trying to 
figure out as you do."

"Danish, it's almost six months since we came to know 
you. And all these days I've been waiting for an 
opportunity to talk to you alone," she said softly. I 
was anxious. "Danish, have you ever thought for a 
moment the difference in our religious beliefs; you are 
a Muslim and we are Hindu Brahmins?"

"Yes. Sometimes I have," I said.

"Even though our religions and caste are different, 
from the time I saw you I've come to sense an 
unfathomable bond existing between us," she said 
softly. 

"Maami, I too feel the same," 

"Could we have known each other in our earlier birth?" 
she asked.

"I don't know. As a Muslim I don't believe in 
rebirths," I replied.

She looked at me languorously. "Don't misunderstand me. 
I sense some strange power propelling me towards you," 
she said. "At times, this strange power urges me to 
cuddle you in my arms like a baby or open my heart to 
you like a consort." She suddenly caressed my face 
gently, "Could it be that you were my so, brother, 
friend, lover, or husband in my last birth?" Her touch 
kindled a hitherto unknown desire in me. Was her touch 
that of a mother or a consort? Though this was the 
first time a woman other than my mom had touched me, 
her caress felt familiar. I too sensed an intimate bond 
existing between her and me. "Can I consider you as my 
son?" she asked him.

"Maami, I too am aware of some unknown bond between you 
and me," I said. "I too wonder why? Before you came 
into my life, I avoided Brahmins totally. Now, I have 
an unexplainable affinity towards your family and you 
in particular. Why is it? My faith does not accept the 
concept of rebirth; nevertheless, I wonder from where 
this bond between your family members and me appeared? 
"

"I'm glad that you too feel same way as I do," she said 
softly. "Would you call me Ma and not Maami from 
Hereafter?" 

"Okay, Maami. Oops... Sorry Ma," I replied.

"It sounds nice," said she and kissed me lightly on my 
right cheek. She ran her palm lightly over my thigh. 
"And would you call me Nirmala when others aren't 
around?"

I was Shocked, I looked at her serene Angelic face. 
Still the languor showed in her. "Why, Ma?" I asked.

"It's an enigma. Some times I used to get the feeling 
that in our earlier birth we would have been husband 
and wife?" saying this she pressed my thigh just below 
my crotch. "When you are near me, I feel rejuvenated. 
You make me feel young once again." 

I was feeling exhilarated by her fondling and intimate 
remarks; at the same time I was thinking of Rohit and 
Anu coming home at any moment. "Was Anu feeling a 
toothache?" I tried to change the subject.

"No. She has gone for a routine check," she said. "She 
checks her teeth every three months." She told me but 
she did not take her hand off my thigh and my prick was 
getting tumescent.

"Ah! Now I know the secret of her perfect set of 
teeth!" I said smiling. Nirmala laughed at my remark. 
"Anu must be waiting for her turn at the dentist. I'd 
better go now," I said getting up. 

"Wait for a few minutes more," Nirmala said holding my 
hand.

"My amma will scold me if I'm late for dinner, and I 
have an assignment to complete," 

Nirmala stood up, and embraced him tightly as if she 
didn't want me to go. She kissed me on my lips; and 
then reluctantly released me. "Will you come tomorrow?" 
she asked.

"Surely, I will," replied me.

"Please, come Danish," she said. "I can't bear it if I 
don't see you every day."

"I'll come, Nirmala," I kissed her on the forehead, and 
inhaled her heavenly fragrance. She smiled blissfuly.

On my way home, I compared her smile with that of the 
enigmatic Mona Lisa.

On reaching home, I ate my dinner while my mom kept 
growling on for no reason at all. My younger sister 
Jamila had already gone to bed. I locked the bedroom 
door, removed my clothes and plopped down on my bed. I 
grabbed my still tumid prick and pressed it gently. I 
recollected the incident in the evening with Nirmala. 
'Did she want me to be her son or her lover?' I was 
confused; however, it was a pleasant experience. For 
the first time in my adult life a woman had touched me; 
caressed me; and kissed me. I realized that my longing 
for Anuradha was just calf-love. Nirmala was my only 
love; and she was and will be my true and only love 
forever. I wished I should have stayed with Nirmala for 
some more time. 

In the morning, Rohit met me in College. "I'm sorry 
da," he said. "There was a long queue at the dentist. 
We came home only around nine-thirty."

"It's okay," I replied.

"Amma told me that she finally got the chance to talk 
to you alone. I'm glad that she loves you," Rohit said 
smiling. I was perturbed. I saw a twinkle in Rohit's 
eyes and wondered whether he was genuinely happy or 
jealous that his mom had expressed affection for me. 
"Aha. Hereafter you are to be my brother as well. What 
do you want to be; friend or brother?"

"Both," I replied.

"Now look what I have got for you da." He said

He showed me the cover of a magazine hidden between his 
papers. The cover was showing a nude woman over it.

"Can I have it for a day."

"Okay!"

He handed me the magazine and I quickly concealed 
between my papers. After reaching home and inside my 
room I opened it. It was an English porno magazine with 
lewd pictures. There were pictures of naked men and 
women fucking in various postures and positions: a 
young man fucking an older female; two women sucking 
each other; a man with two women—inserting the cock in 
the choot (cunt) of one and sucking the choot of the 
other, and many more. 

***

That day I went an hour early knowing that around this 
time my friend goes for tuition. It was Nirmala who 
opened the door. She gave me that million-dollar smile. 
She was wearing a cream colored saree. She looked very 
hot in it. My penis really stood up when I saw her from 
the side. It was the first time I saw her belly button. 
Luckily Anuradha too was not at home, she was gone for 
shopping. Before my coming Nirmala was busy watching a 
movie. She was seriously watching it, and told me not 
to disturb her, as it was the last part. I thought of 
disturbing her, by coming in her view, Sitting near 
her, and blocking her view with my hand. It annoyed 
her. 

Suddenly I just decided to lay my head on her lap. She 
seemed not to mind. I decided to make sure, and tried 
again blocking her view with my hand. She took my hand 
and kept it on my chest, and didn't remove her hand. I 
was in heaven. Here I was in the lap of my dream woman. 
I tried, to move my head trying to show, that I want to 
break free, but actually I was feeling her wonderful 
thighs. It was a great feeling. 

I removed my hand from its fixed place, and tried to 
feel palms of her left hand, which was placed on my 
chest. Slowly I went up her hand, and I reached her 
shoulders. I once again tried to block her view, to 
make this as naïve as possible. And then I started to 
feel her face. Wow, Here I was, feeling her face. My 
fingers just caressing her cheeks, touching her ears, 
hair. I thought this could be it. This could be the 
moment, to take her sexually.

Suddenly the movie got over and I decided to control 
myself. I pretended nothing had just happened. And she 
caught my neck as she was in a playful mood, "You 
stupid, didn't allow me to see the movie," pushing me 
to the other side of the sofa. Now I was lying down on 
the sofa, and she was almost on me. I separated her 
hands, pretending she was strong, trying to feel her on 
me. Suddenly she slipped and she fell on top of me. 
That was a magical feeling. 

Then she got up to make coffee. I followed her. I stood 
right behind her, and started playing with her hips. 
She was definitely enjoying my silly gestures at her. I 
would also make sure her butt had the feel of my 
aroused penis. My hands were feeling her stomach. She 
stopped making coffee and decided to go to the bedroom, 
I ran up to her, wrapped my hands around her stomach 
from behind, lifted her a little, and took her to the 
bedroom. She started to laugh all the way into the 
bedroom. We stood in front of the mirror. My hands 
started exploring under her stomach. 

I got near her vagina. I started to really feel it now. 
She kept on telling me to 'stop it', but I couldn't 
stop it anymore. She turned around and began to kiss me 
slowly. We did the French kiss. 'AAHHH', it was a 
magical feeling. I began rubbing her breasts, and 
started pinching her nipples. Suddenly she stopped. 
"Rohit will come any minute." I was not in a mood to 
stop at all. Then the doorbell wrung. 

I was alone with Nirmala for just 30 minutes, but those 
30 minutes was enough to admire her beauty. As my 
friend arrived we went out to play Tennis. All I longed 
now was for the next day to come so I can be alone with 
his sexy mother.

Next day fate took a strange turn. At college Ramash 
met me in the college canteen.

"Listen, my third aunt Kamini came in the morning with 
her father-in-law and mother-in-law," Rohit said.

"It's good news! So, today I'll be able to meet another 
member of your family, or rather our family."

"That's where the problem lies," Rohit said.

"What?"

"Aunt Kamini's in-laws are ultra-orthodox Brahmins. I 
suggest that you don't come to our house till they are 
gone."

This remark took some blood out of my veins. "Did your 
Mom asked you to convey that to me?"

"No. It's my suggestion only," Rohit replied. "She 
expects you to come home daily. However, she asked me 
to tell you not to talk much with aunt Kamini's in-
laws; and not reveal that you are not a Hindu."

"Then, I'd better not come," I said.

"If you don't come, Amma will be distressed. She says 
that she needs to see you at least once a day," Rohit 
chuckled. "What mantra did you use on her Pal?"

"No mantra or tantra friend. It's my personality," I 
said feigning arrogance.

Rohit laughed. "Then, you will come home in the 
evening, won't you?"

"Yes. But from the way I speak your aunt Kamini's in-
laws are sure to find out that I'm not a Hindu."

"Aunt Kamini says she has a plan."

"What plan? She doesn't even know me!"

"We don't know what her plan is. She is witty and very 
shrewd. She said she'd handle her in-laws, when you 
come home. Shall we see what her strategy is?"

"Okay, da. I'll come home in the evening," I assured 
him and walked towards my classroom.

***

That evening I again set off to Rohit's house. Anuradha 
opened the door with her usual seductive smile. As I 
stepped in, I surveyed the room as if I belonged to it. 
Nirmala was seated on the long sofa, with her sister 
Kamini on to her right; Kamini's father-in-law was 
reclining in an easy chair and chewing beetle leaves; 
Kamini's grungy mother-in-law wearing the saree in 
Madisaar fashion was seated on the floor near Nirmala, 
with her legs stretched; Rohit was seated at his desk.

Nirmala patted the vacant seat next to her and I went 
there.

I thoroughly looked at Rohit's aunt Kamini. She was a 
very attractive woman in her early thirties. She, like 
Nirmala, had a cherubic mien and fairer than her two 
sisters. She was a bit on the hefty side. She blushed 
as I stared at her ample bosom. She appraised me. 
'Ah... So this is Danish -- the darling of my sister 
Nirmala.' 

The old woman turned to Nirmala and asked, "Who is he?"

Nirmala was apparently speechless. However, Kamini was 
quick to answer. "Amma, do you know Sundararama Iyer of 
Tiruvannamalai?" 

"I think I know him," the ubiquitous old woman said. 
Nirmala, Anuradha, and Rohit grinned. It was a 
fictitious name plucked from the air by Kamini.

"Well, this youth is his prodigal son," Kamini said as 
if she knew me well. 

"What's your name?" Kamini's father-in-law asked him.

Before I could say anything, Kamini intervened, "His 
name is Shantul, but people call him Danish." Nirmala 
felt agitated when she heard the name Shantul. She 
stared at me.

"It sounds like a Muslim name," her father-in-law said.

"Appa, when he was twelve he ran away from home and 
lived with a Muslim family," Kamini bluffed. 

"So, Shantul became Danish ... hmmm..." her father-in-
law finished for her.

"Then what happened?" Kamini's mother-in-law asked.

"He came back to his parents when he was eighteen," 
said Kamini. 

Anuradha took the thread over from Kamini. "His father 
is the head-priest in one of the temples in 
Tiruvannamalai. Shantul wanted to study Engineering but 
his father wanted him to study the Vedas, and continue 
the family tradition," said Anuradha without batting an 
eyelid. "After an altercation with his father, he left 
his house for the second time."

"And then what happened?" asked the noisy old woman. 

Rohit took over from Anuradha and said, "The Muslim 
family he was living with earlier came forward to help 
him. They are providing for his studies and upkeep." 

"Poor boy," said the old woman in a sympathetic tone. 

"Are you staying in the hostel?" asked the old man 
anxiously.

"No. He's staying in a lodge with three of his 
classmates," Rohit said.

"Nirmala, don't you have a spare room upstairs?" the 
old man asked.

"Yes," replied Nirmala.

"Why don't you give that room to this young fellow?" 
said the old man. "A gate to heaven will be opened for 
you if you lodge and feed him."

Now it was Nirmala's turn to cheat a little and she 
said, "Appa, I've asked this rascal many times to come 
and stay with us. And each time he refused. He says 
that our neighbors might gossip since we have an 
unmarried girl in the house."

"To hell with your neighbors," the old man shouted.

I was staggered by the bluffing centering on me. I was 
enjoying the drama. I looked at Kamini and wondered how 
could I thank her.

The old man turned towards Nirmala. "Do you know that 
your father had an elder brother named Shantul?"

"Yes," Nirmala replied. "I have heard his name being 
mentioned. But don't know where he is now. Appa, can 
you tell us what you know about him?" 

"Yes. I've seen him when I was a little boy. He was a 
handsome young man." He pointed his finger at David. 
"This young fellow made me remember him because he 
somewhat resembles your uncle Shantul. I liked him very 
much; and this Dan's presence has rekindled the 
memories of your uncle."

Everyone in the room stared at me; Nirmala in 
particular. Something triggered her memory. "Do you 
know where he is now?" Nirmala asked.

"Nirmala, you are the oldest living member in your 
family. So, I don't think that I intend to throw a 
blemish on your family by what I'm about to tell you 
now."

"Please carry on," Nirmala said. "What you have told so 
far has kindled my curiosity."

"Well then... One fine day, Shantul was no more to be 
seen in the village; suddenly he disappeared. My 
father, our relatives and friends were sore with your 
grandpa."

"Why?" Kamini asked.

"He never lifted his finger to search for his son! Your 
grandpa was the richest man in our area. But he was an 
arrogant man. Please pardon me for saying so," the old 
man said.

"How old was he when he disappeared?" Rohit asked.

"Must be around twenty-two," the old purush replied. 

"Appa, please carry on," Kamini said.

"Your grandpa was well known womanizer." The ladies 
blushed. "He had many kept-women. And it was common 
knowledge that a woman named Rajeswari was his favorite 
concubine."

Nirmala gasped and I stared at her. 

"Have you seen her?" Anuradha asked eagerly. 

"Seen whom?" the old man asked.

"The kept-woman named Rajeswari," Anuradha replied.

"Yes. I have seen her," the old man said. "I was a 
little boy, about twelve years old. She belonged to the 
Yadhava caste. She was moderately fair like the women 
of her caste. But she was beautiful. She was one of the 
most beautiful women I ever set my eyes on." The old 
man looked at his wife's wry face. "No... No... Let me 
stop with this."

"Please don't stop," Rohit said. "We want to know more 
about my great grand father." 

Everyone in the room nodded their agreement with him.

"Can you remember what this Rajeswari woman looked 
like?" Anuradha asked.

The old man turned his face away from his wife. "Yes. 
Somewhat like our Nirmala here."

I saw that Nirmala was breathing heavily; she rose from 
the sofa; and staggered towards me. And then she 
swooned. I caught her before she fell to the ground. 
Anuradha ran to the kitchen and was back with a tumbler 
of water. Kamini dipped her fingers into the tumbler 
and sprayed the water on Nirmala's face. After a minute 
or so, Nirmala opened her eyes. 

"Nirmala are you alright?" Kamini asked.

Nirmala slowly extricated herself from my embrace and 
sat up. "I'm okay."

"Amma, shall I take you to the doctor?" Rohit asked. 
His voice showed concern for his mother.

"No. I'm alright now," Nirmala replied. "I must be 
having low BP. If this happens again, then we'll go and 
see the doctor tomorrow." She slowly got up from the 
floor and sat on the sofa again. Everyone in the room 
was silent. Nirmala broke the ice. "Appa, please 
continue with the story," she said.

"Very well, then," the old man said. "A month after 
Shantul disappeared, your grandma died of sorrow."

"Naturally," his wife retorted. "Any woman who loses 
her son would die of sorrow."

"Yes. That's natural; but what intrigued most was that 
the woman named Rajeswari also disappeared about a week 
after Shantul's disappearance."

"What?" Nirmala asked breathing hard.

"Two days later her body was found in the river bank. 
Someone had stabbed her repeatedly and killed her."

"Then what happened?" Rohit asked.

Policemen arrived from Kalakad and took custody of the 
body. Later they came to your house. Your grandpa was 
dead drunk when they came. They arrested him and took 
him to Kalakad."

"Did he got a sentence?" Anuradha asked.

"No. Since he was rich, he had influence everywhere and 
he came out on bail. The case was a sensation at that 
time. After month, your grandpa was released for lack 
of evidence against him."

"And then what happened?" Rohit asked.

"A few days after, your grandpa was murdered. His body 
was lying in Rajeswari's bedroom."

"Who would have killed him?" Rohit asked.

"Rajeswari had a fourteen year old daughter through 
your grandpa. Her name was Shanthi; and she too was 
missing, from that day of the murder."

"Was she killed too?" Rohit asked.

"I don't know. What I'm going to tell you now is just 
hearsay. So, don't put much weight on it."

"What's it?" Anuradha asked.

"Some say that she ran away from the village and a 
Christian family adopted her."

"Is she still alive?"

"The same source I'm quoting now said that she became a 
Catholic nun."

"Then I can check with the nuns in the convent I 
studied in Palayamkottai," Kamini said.

"Wait a minute. Hear what I heard from another source. 
"

"What's that?" Anuradha asked.

"That she's now married and settled in Sri Lanka."

"Both the sources are contradictory," I spoke finally.

"That's why I said at the start that what I heard was 
hearsay," the old man replied. "And I didn't have the 
time or inclination to verify whether what I heard was 
true or not."

After that everyone in the room kept silent. Kamini's 
in-laws retired to the room allotted to them. Kamini, 
Anuradha and Rohit went to the kitchen.

I got up from my seat and sat next to Nirmala. "Are you 
alright?" I asked her.

"Yes, darling," Nirmala said placing her hand on my 
thigh.

"The story that the old man told agitated me. Though I 
hadn't heard this before, or read about it, it sounds 
too familiar," I said.

"Yes. It greatly disturbs me and I think I swooned 
because of that."

"Now take rest."

"I wanted to discuss a serious issue with you. It is 
urgent," Nirmala said.

"You are not feeling well now. Discussing it now will 
only aggravate your health. How about discussing it 
tomorrow?"

"Okay," she said. "Will you come tomorrow?"

"Certainly, I will"

"In the meantime, I'll discuss this matter with my 
sisters and then talk to you."

"Okay. It's fine with me."

"Danish, kiss me, before the others come."

I pressed his lips on hers and a current ran through my 
body. No I had to stop. I got up to go home. 

***

The following day was Thursday. I went to Rohit's house 
around six in the evening and was greeted warmly by 
everyone including Kamini's in-laws.

Nirmala said, "Dan, you must be famished. Come to the 
kitchen with me." I followed her to the kitchen. When 
we were out of sight of others, Nirmala embraced me and 
rubbed her lips on that of mine tenderly. My prick 
throbbed. "Dan, do you know how happy I'm to see you," 
she said.

"Same with me, Nirmala," replied I. "Last night I slept 
soundly dreaming about you."

"I want you to be happy," she said. "Forever..." 
Nirmala swayed her hips as she felt my hardening lund 
(cock) pressing above her crotch. 

"With you near me, I'll always be happy," he replied. 
"Last night you said that you wanted to discuss an 
important issue with me; what's it?"

"It concerns Kamini. That's why I called you to the 
kitchen," Nirmala said in a hushed voice.

"What's it?"

"I want you to help me," she said lowering her tone. 
"It's a matter of life and death for Kamini. And you're 
the only person I can count on."

"Tell me. If it's something I can do, I surely will."

"Yes, it's something you can do. Rohit doesn't know 
anything about what I'm going to tell you now. It 
should remain a secret between Kamini, Anuradha, you 
and me," said Nirmala. "Will you promise to keep this 
secret to yourself and not reveal to any other living 
soul?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"I'll die for you, darling," I replied.

"Then promise me that you won't let out this secret by 
kissing me," she said. I hesitated. 

"Don't worry, Dan. No one will come here now. Anuradha 
will take care of our privacy."

I put I arms around Nirmala and placed my mouth on her 
trembling lips. She opened her mouth to let my tongue 
creep in. Nirmala closed her eyes. I too sensed her 
getting tense. 

Nirmala lovingly drew her lips away from me and said, 
"Thank you, Dan. Your kiss confirms your love for me is 
true. Now I know that you'll love only me and no other 
woman."

"I love you with my whole heart, Nirmala," said I. "Now 
what do you want me to do?"

Nirmala fondled my fly. "I want you to have sex with my 
sister Kamini," said Nirmala softly. 

I was shocked. Only a fleeting moment ago, she told me 
that she loved me and now she wanted me to fuck her 
sister. I was annoyed and furious. Was she testing me? 
Trying to find out whether I had motives towards her 
sisters?

"Darling, you're shocked, aren't you?"

"Nirmala, are you trying to test my love for you?" I 
asked. "It's cruel on your part to suggest such a 
thing. How can you do this to me? I confess that I had 
been scheming to entice Anu. That was before we had 
that chat in private."

"I already deduced that," she said. "Do you want her? 
I'll help you. I want you to be happy."

"But now, after kissing you I realize that you are my 
love and no one else can take your place," I said.

"Dan, please listen to me," Nirmala pleaded. "I told 
you already that I know for sure that there is an 
unfathomable bond between us. Didn't I?"

"True," replied I. "I know that bond exists between you 
and me. Then why test me? You are the only person I 
love." I held her tightly and tears came in my eyes. I 
kissed her lips once again. She started lapping my 
face.

"Dan, my love, please don't cry," said Nirmala, who too 
was on the verge of crying. "I know you love me as I 
love you. I care for you. I want you to be happy. Since 
I know you love only me, you can fuck my sisters; or 
fuck any one outside our family circle as long as they 
are healthy."

"Nirmala, are you crazy?"

"Yes. I'm crazy about you," she replied. "But now, I 
want you to help me and Kamini. Will you please listen 
to what I have to say?"

"Alright, darling," said I. "Tell me why you want me to 
do this."

"Kamini's husband wants to divorce her."

I was shocked. "Why?"

"His mother, the old woman, asserts that Kamini is 
barren." Nirmala's eyes were now brimming with tears.

"Did Kamini and her husband saw a doctor?"

"No. Her husband doesn't want to go to a doctor."

"Then, how can they accuse Kamini of being barren?" 
asked me.

"A few days ago, when Kamini phoned me and told me her 
predicament, I too asked the same," she said. "Then I 
thought if her husband doesn't want to see a doctor but 
insists on divorcing her, then we must do something 
drastic. 

"My other two married sisters and I have borne children 
so why can't Kamini? Then when I saw you that evening 
an idea emerged. Since I love you and want you to enjoy 
life and be happy, why not ask you to impregnate my 
sister! My aim was three pronged: First, if Kamini 
conceives, then her pati (Husband) will never divorce 
her; second, I love you so much that I want you to fuck 
my sister and make her conceive. This way you will 
enjoy the pleasures of sex from my own blood and I'll 
get a vicarious thrill. It would be like you fucking 
me; and third, I want a child."

"What?"

"I want your child. I want to cuddle your child in my 
hands and shower my love. I'm a widow. If I conceive 
through you, this society will ostracize our child and 
me. I can never be a natural mother to your child. 
Please, darling. Make my sister pregnant and give me 
your child. I love you and I want to have your baby. 
Please, will you do it for me? I beg you darling." She 
started to cry.

I relented and wiped her tears. After what she told me 
just now, I understood how deep her love for me was. 
"Will Kamini agree?" I asked.

"Yes. Certainly," Nirmala said beaming with joy. 
"Anuradha and I discussed the matter with her last 
night and again this afternoon. At first she was 
unwilling. I confessed to Anuradha and Kamini about my 
love for you. I told them about the unknown bond 
existing between us. I pleaded with Kamini to bear your 
baby and at the same time save her marriage. Kamini 
loves me dearly and she accepted my proposal."

"I'll do it," said I. "But remember I can't love Kamini 
even if you wanted me to. I'll fuck her to make you 
happy."

"Thank you darling," she said wiping her tears. "You'll 
enjoy making love to her. I want you to be happy. I 
know for sure that you'll not love anyone but me. 
Physical contact and love are not the same. When you 
are having sex with her think that it is I who is under 
you and that you are passing your seed into my womb."

Anuradha came smiling to the kitchen and saw Nirmala 
brush her lips on mine. Nirmala acknowledged her 
presence by smiling in return and did not detach 
herself from my embrace.

"Tomorrow is Good Friday, you will be free. Rohit, Anu 
and I'll take the two old people to Sri Rangam temple. 
Kamini will pretend that she had got her period and 
will excuse herself from coming with us. We'll leave 
around seven in the morning and I'll make sure that 
we'll return after seven in the evening. You come here 
meanwhile and Kamini will be waiting for you. Leave the 
house before we arrive."

"You are a real planner," I said smiling at her.

"Will twelve hours be sufficient for you?" Anuradha 
asked me smiling seductively.

"Don't tease him," Nirmala told her sister. She turned 
to me. "As I told you before, think that you are having 
sex with me."

"You two lovebirds," Anuradha said jokingly. "Don't you 
have any shame?"

"Anu, if you love someone then you'll know," replied 
Nirmala.

"Dan, you are a lucky guy," said Anuradha, jokingly. 
But I noticed tears in her eyes. "I thought I'll be 
your first score. Now, Kamini came and spoilt the 
show." 

"Anu, Dan confessed to me that he had an eye on you," 
Nirmala said. "Did you too think likewise?"

Anuradha looked at her older sister. It pained her to 
see that I loved Nirmala and not her. "Yes," Anuradha 
said with tears brimming in her eyes. "I too wanted 
him. But you, and then Kamini have taken him away from 
me."

"Anu, I love you as I love Dan," said Nirmala. "I've 
not taken him away from you. Isn't it true, Dan?"

I stood stupefied. Nirmala gripped her sister's hand 
and placed it on my bulging crotch. 

"Feel it, girl. I don't think we three can get a better 
lund (Cock) than this!"

"Wow," said Anuradha as she squeezed my crotch. 

***

I had a restless night -- haunted by visions of women -
- young, old, beautiful, mediocre and ugly -- begging 
me to fuck them. When I woke up, my lower dress was 
blotched with dried semen and I was supposed to wash 
myself.

I left the house at nine as I usually did. Nirmala had 
told e to come at nine and that that Kamini would be 
waiting for me. However, I decided to hang around until 
ten. I went to the house of one of I classmates living 
near the college and asked him to arrange for proxy 
attendance. When I reached Nirmala's house, Kamini 
opened the door. "Good morning Danish, come in," she 
said. 

Fortunately, none of the neighbours saw me enter the 
house. Kamini locked the front door. The hall was semi 
dark -- she had already closed the windows. "Please 
sit," she said. She sat on the sofa opposite me 
adjusting her silk saree to cover her ample bosom. Both 
of us remained silent. After about three minutes, she 
broke the ice. "It's good you came late," she said. 
"They left only at 9. Did you have your breakfast?"

"Yes."

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" She asked.

"Yes, please," I replied.

She went towards the kitchen. I wondered who should 
take the initiative. This was my first time with a 
woman and I was unsure of how to proceed. Am I to take 
the initiative! I thought. If I was going to, then what 
should I say? How should I start the conversation?

I looked up as Kamini returned with the coffee. He took 
the cup from her. She sat next to him grazing my thighs 
with that of hers. My cup clattered on the saucer as I 
drank the coffee.

"Is the decoction enough?" She asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Why are you not talking to me like you do with my 
sisters?" She asked. 

Sensing my nervousness, she took my hand and placed it 
on her thigh. I tensed as I felt her smooth thigh under 
the layers of her silk saree. 

"Do you like me?" She asked.

I gathered some courage and said, "Yes. I like you 
maami (auntie)."

"C'mon. Danish. Cut off that maami stuff. It makes me 
feel old." She laughed. "Call me Kamini." I was silent. 
I became aware of her hands intentionally advancing 
down to the front of my jeans. They stopped at my belt. 
I felt embarrassed. "Dan, I'm only twenty-eight," she 
said. "My eldest sister is ten years older than me and 
yet you call her by her name."

In fact I too wanted to call her by her name and out of 
courtesy refrained from doing so.

"Okay," I said, as I felt her fingers moving caressing 
my bulge. I shuddered. Last night and this morning, I 
had mentally rehearsed my moves for her seduction. Now, 
all the ideas and schemes had vanished; and I sat there 
like a stone.

"Cheer up, Dan. I'm not going to bite you..." She 
smiled and gripped my bulge. She appeared to be 
pleased. "Ah! You have a big thing... here... stand 
up," she said and I stood up like a zombie. 

Standing behind me, she embraced me. She placed her 
head on my shoulders and inhaled deeply. Pressing her 
ample bust against my strong back, she felt my solid 
arm and chest muscles. After unbuttoning my shirt, she 
led me to the bedroom. 

I did not expect a fragrant bedroom. The wooden cot 
with thick foam mattress covered with brand new sheets, 
was just wide enough for two persons. The scent of 
roses and jasmine flowers strewn on the bed penetrated 
my nostrils, heightening my excitement. 

Kamini saw me staring at the flowers. "Isn't this your 
first night... sorry, day with a woman? It was 
Nirmala's idea," Kamini said shyly. "She wanted this 
day to be a memorable one for you."

"Yes. Nirmala understands me," I replied.

"It's true. Otherwise I wouldn't be here with you," she 
declared. "Before she expressed her love for you, she 
was not aware of how you and Anuradha longed for each 
other. Nirmala feels guilty about what she had done in 
your lives and wants to make amends." Suddenly she 
started fumbling with my belt buckle. "Dan, I don't 
know how to remove your belt," she whispered. "I'm not 
used to belts. My hubby does not wear one since he 
wears dhoti. Would you please unbuckle it?" I 
involuntarily unclasped the buckle and she undid the 
belt. 

My lund (Penis) started to ache. She turned me around 
and asked, "Dan, do you know why you are here?" Her 
voice was seductively sweet. I smiled shyly and nodded. 
"C'mon then let's do it." 

Gently she pushed me on the bed. She un-snapped my 
jeans and unzipped my fly. She pulled down the jeans 
far enough to expose my briefs and pressed her face to 
my crotch and inhaled. She inserted her hand into my 
underwear. Her deft fingers wrapped around my excited 
prick and stroked it gently. "I want to see... your 
lund... Dan." 

She tugged at my jeans, drew them down my legs and 
threw them on the chair beside the bed. Kneeling on the 
floor between my legs, she inserted her fingers into 
the top of my briefs and pulled them down. My engorged 
lund freed from its confinement was only inches away 
from her plentiful lips. I had shaved my pubic area two 
week before. "Oh, it's a beauty!" She exclaimed. 

I thought she was going to kiss it. However, Kamini 
wanted to tease and arouse me. She placed her palms on 
my thighs and gently massaged them. She got up and sat 
on my lap. She hugged me and kissed me on the neck. I 
tensed at the thought of having sex with an almost 
strange woman. However, she was cool. "Do you like what 
I'm doing to you?" She held me close and rubbed my 
back.

"Yes... Yes..." I was confused. 

She kissed me on the lips. That kiss was brief. "Now 
relax," she said and this time, she pressed her lips 
harder on me. I was almost shuddering and my mind 
seemed to be out of control. Slowly I started 
responding to her kiss. I wrapped my arms around her 
and held her tight. She ran her tongued over my lips, 
teeth and gums. I opened my mouth and let Kamini push 
her tongue. Her tongue played with my tongue. I sucked 
her saliva. It was like nectar.

She got up from my laps and once again knelt between my 
knees. "I'm going to suck your prick, Dan," she said 
coyly. "Has anyone sucked yours before?"

"No," I replied. "This is the first time."

"Shall I?" She asked bashfully.

"Yes... Yes... If you don't mind," I replied. 

This could not be happening to me, I thought. My hands 
reached down to the back of her head and slightly 
pressed it towards my excited lund (prick). Her lips 
moved towards my lund. She kissed the tip and licked my 
precum gingerly. "Have you done this before?" I asked 
her. I combed her tresses gently with I fingers.

"No, Dan," she replied. "This is the first time..."

"Haven't you sucked your hubby?"

"Oh... Please Dan. Don't remind me about him now when 
we are happy together," she said. "Whenever I see his 
tiny 'lund', I get sick." 

"Then how about mine?" I asked.

"Dan, I like you. I want to suck yours. I do not know 
why! May be I'm falling in love with you like my two 
sisters."

I was happy. Assured that she liked me and not repulsed 
at the idea of sucking my cock, I moved my hip a bit 
toward her rosy lips. She opened her mouth and licked 
the tiny drops oozing from my cock. When she licked the 
head, I quivered with excitement. I could not stand the 
sensation her lips created. I wanted her to swallow my 
cock. She understood my thoughts and her rosy lips 
engulfed the head of my cock. I felt her teeth as they 
ran down the glans. Her mouth opened wider and accepted 
my shaft. I drove my engorged lund further into her 
mouth. She swallowed my shaft inch by inch. I gently 
pulled her head towards me. When my glans touched her 
tonsils, she gagged and coughed. Tears came to her 
eyes. I immediately withdrew my shaft from her mouth. 
"Did I hurt you?" I asked.

"This is the first time for me!" She said and wiped her 
eyes with her saree fold. "I'm okay. I am sorry if I 
did not do it correctly. Now, let me finish what I 
started. I want you to enjoy. Nirmala and Anu told me 
to give you the maximum satisfaction. Dan, are you 
happy?"

"Yes. I am, dear," I mumbled.

Kamini gripped my shaft and again directed it to her 
mouth. I could not control myself. I started fucking 
her mouth -- at first gently and then vigorously. She 
caught my swaying balls as my cock disappeared and 
reappeared from her mouth. Her hand tightened around my 
balls trying to force me to come. 

"Kamini, I am about to come," he groaned in ecstasy. 
However, I did not want her to swallow my cum fearing 
that she would get revolted. "Take my thing out of your 
mouth." 

"No... No..." she groaned sucking my shaft and pulling 
my buttocks towards her.

I pushed her head towards my groin. I felt her tongue 
along my shaft as I thrust deeper into her throat. She 
breathed through her nose and grunted. I stopped. As 
our eyes met, I lunged deep, burying her face into my 
pubic hairs. I withdrew a little, and saw Kamini relax 
a bit. I slammed back into her mouth, down her throat. 
She gagged and gasped once again. "Darling, "he 
whispered. "I'm going to pull my lund from your mouth."

As I heaved my shaft forcefully out of her mouth, I 
squirted my semen on to her blouse and some cum fell on 
her hair, cheek and nose. She smiled at me wickedly, 
and ran her tongue over her upper lip and licked the 
sperm that dribbled down to her lips. Kamini got up and 
went to the mirror. She wiped her cheek and nose with 
her saree fold.

I saw her reflection smiling. "You're naughty fellow," 
she said. "I think you did it purposefully. Is it not? 
Now, I will have to remove my blouse."

"Why not? It isn't fair for you to be clothed when I'm 
totally naked!" Approaching her, I cupped her saree 
covered bum cheeks with my hands and pulled her against 
me, grinding my crotch against hers. She moaned and 
arched her back, thrusting her groin hard against my 
cock.

"True, it was very awful of me to have you naked and me 
to be fully clothed," she said.

"Kamini, you're really horny." I teased.

"I'll show you how horny I am!" She grabbed my hand and 
shoved it up under her saree, and then into her crotch. 
The area between her thighs was soaked. She whimpered 
and ground her fuddi (Cunt) against my hand. She was 
not wearing panties. He looked at her quizzically. "I 
normally don't wear panties at home; only when I go 
out." She thrashed and jerked her fuddi against my 
hand. 

Her fingers closed around my shaft and squeezed it 
hard. In seconds, she was coming for the first time. 
"Oh, God!" She gasped, pulling away. "It seems like 
forever. My patti (hubby) fucked me thrice this month 
and I have not come even once. Now help me to undress."

Kamini shrugged her shoulders and let go the fall of 
her saree. I caught the end of the saree and she 
unwound from it like a top. She moved like an orbiting 
planet displaying her undulating boobs captive in her 
blouse. Her erect nipples were trying to pierce through 
her blouse. 

"Now my blouse," she said. With trembling hands, she 
started unbuttoning her blouse. I helped her to peel 
off her blouse from her body soaked in perspiration. 
Her large breasts burst out of its captivity. Her were 
large, with dark brown nipples. "I don't wear bra at 
home," she explained hiding her embarrassment. "I feel 
free without it." Kamini's breasts had the right amount 
of sag to them, making them look full and ripe. She 
placed her hands below her breasts which "Do you like 
them, darling?" She asked.

"This is the first time I see a woman's breasts," I 
replied.

"Dan, touch my breasts... Feel them... Squeeze them..." 
she said. I moved forward and clasped her breasts. 
Kamini moaned as I placed my palms on her breasts. They 
were firm, soft and warm. I caressed them gently. I 
tweaked her hardened nipples. Next she put her hand on 
my shoulders and kneaded her naked breasts on my naked 
chest.

With her free hands, she untied the knots of her 
petticoat and it dropped revealing her full naked body. 
Her stomach was firm and smooth all the way down to the 
triangle of black hair, between her legs, covering her 
mound. "I didn't have the time to shave. I hope you 
don't mind," she said, hiding her fuddi with both 
hands. She pushed me gently and both of us fell on the 
bed, her legs flying open.

I slid down. As I dropped to my knees and leaned 
towards her choot (cunt), a heady, sensual aroma wafted 
to my nostrils. I breathed on her mound and she 
shuddered. "Can I lick your... fuddi?" I asked.

"Huh... Yes... Lick me..." She groaned. "Suck my choot, 
darling!" She wanted to talk dirty. "Eat my slimy 
choot!" She rasped. Her words shocked me but at the 
same time they excited me also. I licked the hot, 
slippery lips of her fuddi (fanny). I moved my mouth 
full into her awaiting cunt. My tongue found the hard, 
long button of her clit. I raked it with my tongue, 
teasing the tip. I lips rolled the clit it faster and 
faster. She bounced and jerked. I lips sucked it. Her 
heels locked behind my head and her fingers entangled 
in my hair. He let my tongue go deep into her yoni 
(vagina). She gasped and pulled at my head. 

"Oh... Yes... Lick my choot, Dan..." 

I stabbed my tongue into her soft yoni and she bounced 
on the bed and began to shake violently. I followed the 
rhythm of her squirming hips and drove my tongue 
repeatedly in, as deep as possible, and fucked her with 
my tongue. With her eyes clenched shut, she bucked her 
hips. "Suck the juice out of my hot fuddi!" She came a 
second time. Her so-called fuddi dribbled thin, hot 
juice into my eager mouth. My cheeks and nose were wet 
with it. 

"Oh darling!" She whined. "Suck me off! Lick my choot 
dry!" her cum gushed from her cunt. I lapped up all I 
could. The explosion hit and for almost a minute. She 
hung at the apex of her pleasure, my head clamped 
between her fleshy thighs, her choot pulsing hotly in 
my mouth. I sucked all the nectar I could get until she 
was empty and her thighs relaxed.

I fell beside her. She lay inert, soaking up the 
pleasure of the moment. Then the phone rang. I expected 
Kamini to attend the phone, but she was exhausted and 
motionless. I staggered to the phone on the table.

"Hello," I wheezed.

It was Nirmala at the other end. "You sound out of 
breath, Dan. Were you fucking Kamini thinking of me?" 
She laughed.

"Huh?" I shook I head to clear it. "No." My God I 
really forgot to think about her.

"What do you mean by 'no'?" Nirmala seemed concerned.

Kamini came to my rescue she held her hand to me and I 
gave her the phone. I was standing so near that I could 
hear what was said on the other end.

"Akka," she panted. "From where are you speaking?"

"We are in Srirangam. I am calling from a telephone 
booth near the temple. The old ones are in the temple 
with Rohit."

"Where's Anu?"

"Oh. She's here with me," said Nirmala. "Has he...?"

"No. Not yet." Kamini gasped. "We are in the 
preliminaries."

"What?"

"We are enjoying."

"What did you two do?" It was the voice of Anuradha.

"Silly girl! What did you expect us to do? We sucked 
each other. Do you want the gory detail? I sucked his 
lund first and he just finished sucking my choot."

"Wow! Fantastic!"

"Anu, give the phone to Akka."

"Yes, What did you two do up to now?" It was the voice 
of Nirmala. "What's the score?"

"Dan's fantastic... He made me come three times 
already." Kamini winked at I.

"Has he fucked you?" Nirmala whispered.

"No. We were about to and you spoiled it..."

"Oh! I'm sorry Kamini..."

"No... I was just joking," Kamini stretched her hand 
and gripped my shaft. "He is now in my hand. I mean his 
lund is now in my hand and I am stroking it."

"Did he come?"

"Yes... Once."

"Did he passed inside you?"

Kamini laughed. "No. When I sucked him, he was not able 
to control himself and he squirted all over my blouse 
and face. Naughty fellow!"

"What a waste?" Nirmala chuckled.

Kamini kissed my lund and licked the head. "Next time 
he's going to shoot into me... That's for sure." She 
smiled at him shyly.

"Okay. Okay. I'll see you in the evening. Rohit might 
be wondering where we are. Send him home before we 
arrive. Tell him that Anu and I love him."

"Okay. I'll tell him that. Oomp..." She swallowed my 
glans.

"What are you doing now?"

Kamini took her mouth off my lund and said, "I am 
trying to swallow his swollen lund."

"Naughty girl! Enjoy yourself! I love you and Dan. 
Bye!"

"Thanks Akka. We too love you. Bye!" The phone went 
dead. She dropped the phone on the cradle. 

Kamini swallowed my bloated prick up to the balls. My 
cock was very much alive again. She slid my cock out of 
her mouth and smiled at me. "Are you enjoying?" She 
whispered.

"Yes... I am..." I said.

"It's noon. Dan, are you hungry?"

"No. How can I be hungry after drinking all that nectar 
from your fuddi?"

Kamini smiled. She directed I to the middle of the bed. 
"Lie down," she said gently. She tucked a pillow under 
my buttocks. "Do you know why?" She asked coyly. 

I nodded with a smile. "Yes... I understand." Although 
I understood nothing.

Straddling my thighs, she slowly sat down over me. She 
gripped my upright shaft with her left hand and guided 
it into her wet fuddi. She rubbed my glans on the folds 
of her fleshy vulva. I enjoyed the sensation – my cock-
head was rubbing the slimy smooth cunt-lips. Fingering 
her yoni with her right hand, she scooped her 
discharge, and lubricated my shaft. She directed my 
engorged lund (cock) into her hot choot (cunt) and 
slowly impaled me. Rotating her hip, she yanked me 
inside her body. I was enjoying her weight on me. Her 
hands were feeling my chest.

As Kamini bucked and gyrated, her firm breasts swayed 
and bounced in time with her rotary and bucking motion. 
I felt blood pressure rise. I closed my eyes enjoying 
the feel of my lund inside her womb. The muscles and 
nerves of my excited Lund (cock) were coiling for 
action. I jerked and pumped my cock vigorously. When my 
glans touched her cervix and rubbed on it repeatedly, 
the sensation was unbearable. 

Kamini saw my face writhe with pleasure and 
instinctively knew that I was nearing orgasm as she 
was. She quickened the pace wanting me to attain my 
orgasm along with her. Riding at a violent pace now, 
she dug her fingers into my chest. Our sweat-soaked 
bodies slid against each other smoothly until I could 
not hold myself any longer. Her legs quaked and 
shivered. We hugged each other; screamed and arrived at 
our orgasm together. 

She continued to lie on top of me with my limp prick 
inside her as we kissed and fondled each other. Now we 
were tired and knew not when we slept.

I woke to the ringing of the alarm clock and sat up. It 
took a few seconds for me to grasp the situation. 
Kamini was lying awake beside me, still naked. As 

She saw me looking at her she whispered in my ear. 
"Lets do it while bathing." 

Holding hands we moved naked into the bathroom, we 
continued our kissing. I always fantasized screwing a 
woman under the shower. We applied soap over each 
other's naked body. Her butt caught my attention while 
I was washing her backside; I went down and bit her 
butt cheek. She gave me a funny stare as to what I was 
doing. 

I was on my knees, and I continued my exploration over 
the lower part of her body. I continued to make love to 
her after over shower, and after we wiped each other 
with a towel. We took a nap after our lovemaking. She 
was resting her head on my chest. It was an amazing end 
to my first sex adventure.

The wall clock chimed. It was five. Kamini wrapped her 
saree loosely around herself and went to the kitchen. I 
dressed and sat on the bed. She brought steaming 
coffee, handed me a cup and sat beside me. We were 
still tired but were relaxed. We looked at each other: 
smiling, beaming with love and happiness while sipping 
the coffee. 

"I think I'd better go now," I said as she took the 
empty cup from my hand. "They might come home at any 
time now."

Kamini placed the cups on the table. She sat on my lap. 
"Must you go now? They will come here only at seven." 
She hugged me and our lips met again.

"Kamini, I'd like to stay... But your in-laws shouldn't 
see us together or they'll suspect."

"Yes. I fear that," she said.

I got up and she followed me to the door.

"Dan, thank you," She said. She pointed to her tummy. 
"I want to carry your baby here. I hope you have 
impregnated me with your seed."

Kamini closed the door as I stepped out of the house.

***

Kamini stayed for a week and with the help of her 
sisters I had the pleasure of fucking her once again. 
Then she went back to her husband along with her in-
laws. Just after her going back my friend gave me the 
news that her aunt Kamini has became pregnant. I think 
her husband knew that she had sex with some one else, 
as he was not capable of making her pregnant, but he 
perhaps was ready to accept the baby as his own. I 
finally heard that Kamini gave birth to a baby boy. I 
never met her again. 

As far as my relation with Nirmala was concerned it 
came to an abrupt end. One day I tried to meet her 
alone but she refused to meet me alone. She suddenly 
became very religious. I realized that she and her 
sisters played a trick with me. Their kindness was 
meant to make their sister Kamini pregnant by me; 
afterwards I was of no use to them. I felt like a fool 
and my only consolation was that I gained much needed 
sex experience. I know this sounds a lot like a movie 
but believe me Hollywood has nothing on the craziness 
that is my life.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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