Carnal Urges of a Lady Boss

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Madame

A JJ Submission

Author’s Note: Incase you are expecting a hardcore sex action down below I request you to kindly skip this one. This submission is meant for those who love to enjoy the slow and smooth love making.


Hi, there readers. Wishing you all the very best arousal in this New Year & forever more. This time around Chennai is bubbling with people doing their last minute shopping for Pongal is only a few days around the Conner. Crowd, crowd every where traffic is bumper to bumper. Pongal in Tamil Nadu or Shankranthi as it is called in North India is a sign of getting rid of the old and incoming of the new in just about everything. Pity the people of down south in Tamil Nadu Supreme court has slapped hard against the famous JALLIKATTU to many its sad and to few its good. To us let’s try and get some good strong arousal leaving back the weak and poor arousal to the yesteryears.

Somehow Malathi the lesbian seductress storyline has always been a success this is from my own inference also it is evident from the feed backs and comments that some of the readers have been sending me. Therefore its right time we get back to the old lesbian cunning fox’s narration and enjoy a few more of her sexperiences. Here we go straight back to the sleepy little temple town of Chidambaram which thrives not only thru the famous Nataraja temple and Natiyanjali festival but also thru the famous University wherein our lady love works as a reader in the Dept., of English and listen to what she has to say. . . . . . . . . . . . .

I sat in my office and tried not to think about the last period I had just taught. I enjoy teaching that too English Literature, and this year students are bright, eager young faces was especially fun, a break from my regular routine of working in my field current year MA 1st students were a real good lot. One face was just too bright though. Rithika. Tall and slim, with long black hair re-bonding done recently also well maintained and she was a graceful figure in total, she was just too attentive, too nice, and too eager.

But eager for what, I wondered. Was she really looking at me with such hunger in her eyes? The boys swarmed around her, but she seemed uninterested in them. She never asked a question in class, but always found something relevant to ask afterwards. Sometimes I would stay ten or fifteen minutes after each session talking with her. She was bright and intelligent and oh so charming. I thought she was charming. Maybe she was just being naturally herself. Maybe she had no hidden desires for another woman. No, not just any other woman. Me.

"Malathi," I thought, "get that girl out of your head you cunning lesbian.

"Sitting back in English department rest room, I closed my eyes, but Rithika would not get out of my head. I imagined her out of class, wearing something casual and light, walking in the play ground area, the breeze blowing around her, catching her dress between those long legs and molding it to her body.

"Malathi," I said to myself again, "do not be thinking of that girl naked." Yes, think of her as just another student, not a woman with a name, but as a young girl with an infatuation. Just another young student of 22 years with full lips and bright eyes that looked at me so intently when I spoke in class but never seemed to catch mine for long in our talks afterwards. To me Rithika seemed like a young women standing in a field near the Agricultural department with the high grass moving in the breeze as she slipped the thin straps of her dress down to bare her breasts. Oh, such loveliness as I saw her nipples revealed to me.

My eyes shot open and I sat upright in my chair.

This was not good. I could not be imagining my student like this. No, no, no, no.
Not again Malathi enough is enough, you had enough with the female students studying under you.

But then as class ended and the students broke out aimlessly I found myself missing her. I liked Rithika. I liked her quick mind and the questions she asked and the talks we shared. I liked being her mentor, sharing my knowledge, expertise and experience with her. And then came time for 1st semester exams & the whole class reassembled and there she was looking so fresh and clean and pure. Surely she was not pure. A girl of 22 was bound to have had lots of opportunities to do anything she ever wanted to be, anything but pure. Still, she looked so sweet and demure.

Oh, fresh and clean and pure Rithika. I gave up telling myself not to think about her and let my fantasies run away with me. Later I was with her in the play ground, helping her out of that ridiculously sexy dress that was really nothing more than a simple casual cotton top and knee length thin skirt until Rithika wore it. I was leaning to kiss her, feeling the warmth of her bosom on mine as our arms found one another. Pulling her too me, my own breasts hot with passion and desire. My fingers would find their way into my panties, down down down until they touched my clit. Softly rolling it, I let my mind see Rithika easing her dress all the way off, then reaching to unbutton my blouse, peeling it off my shoulders, arms around me to unclasp my strapless bra.

Coffee, I decided. Coffee was nice and safe and there was nothing wrong with asking a student to have a cup of coffee. Besides, I was mature and confident. My career demanded it. I had to hold my own in a competitive world. At coffee, I could use all my skills and experience to see just what this girl was up to with her questions and attention. I had been with few women. Sexual experimentation. Fun. Touching the forbidden. Well, maybe pure Rithika had too. Maybe it was not such a big deal to seduce her at all, but then it was. I sighed as my fingers slipped inside of me, pleasing myself as I imagined Rithika touching me with her fair slender fingers. Would she be shy and demure as a lover, or raw and adventurous, ready for anything? Oh, the ugly wicked thoughts I enjoyed until our next meeting.

Asking her to coffee was so easy. She practically jumped at the chance. I began to feel more confident. I could make any overture to her seem most innocent. If she was not interested, what would a subtle comment be taken as but light, airy conversation? We arrived separately. I made sure to dress conservatively, professionally. My hair was pulled back, and I wore my reading glasses which I wound’ it normally do. Under my white blouse, I wore my contrasting black & lacy bra, thinking, if the moment was right, I might just brush the loose end of my sari aside and bend my back just the right way.

Rithika was charming as usual. She was dressed properly for a meeting with her instructor, crisp shorts and a sleeveless blouse. She wore her long hair pulled back, exposing the slim line of her throat so adorably. We sat across from each other at a café away from the University premises and talked of her studies and my career and things that someone about to enter it might expect to encounter. At one point, she laid her hand on the table, and I found a reason to lean forward and lay mine on hers as I made a point. I let it linger for a moment. I looked at her. She looked back, but did not move her hand. She didn't draw it away. She didn't do anything.

I was so frustrated. Was she interested or not? One moment I was sure she was. The next, I was sure she wasn't. I decided not to slip my sari loose end and bend my back for her and show off. It no longer felt like such a free and easy thing to do casually. This was not just some casual pick-up. I could not come on to her as I might if we had met in a social situation. No, I was her teacher and she was my student and even thought we were both adults, if I made sexual overtures to her that she was not eager for, it could end my teaching career. Just what I needed was NO RUMORS among anyone in and around the University. I am not interested to advertise that I am a lesbian. But I just wanted to make love to this one incredibly beautiful and smart and desirable woman. Taking my hand away, we finished our coffee and ran out of things to say. As we stood, she posed herself so disarmingly that I found there was no proper way to say goodbye other than to chance hug her. So I did. Nothing wrong with a hug. Women to women.

My God, to have Rithika in my arms. I didn't want to let go. My arms slipped around her and she came into them. I could feel her breasts moving on mine as we came together. I felt the softness of her under her clothes. Her cheek was warm on my own as we held onto one another. I never wanted to let go. But I knew I should. I broke it off a little sooner than I needed to. It had gone on longer than a goodbye hug should, but not long enough to be the parting of lovers. I wanted to give her something to think about.

Later in the next meeting, at which we both acted reserved and aloof, she paused for a moment to ask one of her regular series of questions. She seemed shy. Why shy? I pretended I didn't have time to chat and suggested we meet again for coffee. She agreed with a vigorous nod of her head. "Tuesday afternoon?"

"Tuesday," she agreed, her pretty eyes rising to meet mine as she smiled.

Collecting my things, I hurried out to my car. What was I going to do with myself until Tuesday? Why hadn't I said Sunday, or Saturday or even right now? I gripped the wheel to stop myself from pulling up my sari and touching myself right there in the parking lot. Slowing my breathing, I relaxed and finally started the car, driving away for an appointment with nothing and no one and leaving a lovely young woman standing alone in an empty classroom.On Tuesday, I was planning to go home and change at lunch, slipping in to something less formal for our date. Oh, my, I was calling it a date. Bad Malathi. Someone should spank you for these thoughts.

But no. As it was, I was almost late for our afternoon coffee date. I pride myself on punctuality. And I was so glad that I was already at our table when she arrived. She took my breath away.It wasn't the same casual dress I had pictured in my fantasies, but it was awfully much like it. I was watching the door as she came out of the café proper and made her way across the outdoor garden. It was like watching her in slow motion. She reached up to sweep her hair back as she came out the door, and the long, free black hair floated for a moment before falling over her shoulder. Her dress was tidy long flowing frock to just below her knee, patterned and trimmed with white lace across the breast section.

It came to a vee above her breasts, and there began a line of buttons that ran all the way down. While it was not tight, it did follow the curves of her figure, hugging the fullness of her breasts and narrowing at her waist before flaring at her hips. She walked lightly, in sandals, long legs striding sensuously, long hair streaming, her long dress flowing around those legs. The dress moved as her body moved, sweeping over her as her skin moved under it.

Oh my, Malathi. What the hell are you going to do now?

Suddenly, she was slipping into a chair next to me. Not across the table, as she had last time, but next to me. I could smell her. She was clean and fresh and oh so desirable. Her greeting was breathy and breezy, light. She smiled as she said hello."I am so glad we have this chance to talk more," she said. Somehow, she managed to lean over as she did, shoulders raised so that her breasts were pushed together. When she let her shoulders drop, I saw them move back under the pattern of her dress, conforming on to their own shape and the light confines of that dress. It was not cold, but her nipples were standing up.

We talked for about an hour this time. I had another meeting to attend before the end of the day, so I had to break it off far sooner than I would have liked. When, toward the end, I once more laid my hand lightly over her wrist as she laid it on the table, she turned her hand up, taking my own wrist in her fingers. We sat there, pretending we were not holding hands in public for about five minutes, somehow managing to talk about the most insane things. And of course, we weren't really holding hands. I had my fingers around her wrist. She had hers around mine. Nothing wrong with that, is there?

"Malathi Mam," she said finally, as I had made my excuses to leave and finally removed my hand from her arm, "would you like to come over for dinner on Friday to my place?"

I didn't know what to say. Dinner? With Rithika? At her rented house? Just the two of us? Why wait until Friday?

"I'd love to," I heard myself saying. Rithika asked the waiter for a pen and was scrawling her address and phone number on a napkin. I noticed her tongue stuck out a little as she fought the pen across the rough surface. We stood, and she handed me the napkin. Trying not to be too obvious, Rithika had to reach back behind her to adjust her dress where it had stuck to her bottom. I smiled. Then she was in my arms again, her fresh body pressing to mine. It was amazing to feel her moving under her dress. I was sure she was not wearing anything else at all and I wished that I was as free to dress that way as she. Once more, the hug lasted longer than it needed to, but not long enough. "See you about eight then," she said as we each began to let go. Her lips almost touched my cheek, but I was not sure. I let her precede me out. That dress swished and swayed as did her hips. It bounced as she did.

It seemed like Friday would never come. I was busy all week until Friday afternoon. Then suddenly, it seemed I had nothing to do at all. The hours dragged until it was time for me to go home and get ready for our dinner.

I took a long bath, luxuriating in the water until it was lukewarm. I shaved my legs, trimmed a bit higher up and then washed my hair in the shower to wash the week's worries away. I dried my hair, leaving it down, and put on just a hint of make-up, then padded around and poked through my closet. What would be just the right thing to wear? I could show up in nothing at all and remove any of the suspense, but it might make getting from my car to her door awkward. I laughed at the very thought of it. I settled on a grape sari and white blouse, something a little sheer to wear over a black lacy bra. My panties matched. As if anyone was going to see them.

On the way to her place, I stopped and got a bottle of whisky from an old ex-service man near my house. Rithika had told me she would be making something light, so I chose two bottles of KF beer since we will have a choice to make when it comes to the drink. The old man smiled wickedly at me & seemed impressed with how I looked, it seemed. He was very anxious to help with my stocks to the car.

And then I was parking in front of her rented house in Marriyappa Nagar. I found it hard to get out. I sat behind the wheel again, thinking this was just a nice dinner between professional colleagues. That was all it was. Two friends with common interests in their careers and futures. Finally, I got out, carefully holding the bottles of beer & whisky and suddenly thinking that two bottles was far too much. Her place was on the second floor, away from the road and overlooking a green paddy field in the back. It took me moment or two get on to the second floor. Malathi, it’s very bad you are horny enough to rush up the steps challenging your age.

I rang the bell and waited, trying to find a way to carry these bottles and look nonchalant and airy. It took her a minute to answer the door as she had been in the kitchen. Her hair was pulled back and her pretty face was a little flushed from her cooking, but she looked so adorable. Once again, she wore a sleeveless salwar top, but this one was a very low cut and the top button was undone. Below it she wore a inskirt or a petticoat as it was called, quiet short to show off her long legs. She was barefoot. In a moment, she was ushering me in and hugging me again, molding her body to mine in a friendly greeting that lasted a bit longer than friendship. I could not hug her back as I had bottles in either of my hand. It was all her, pulling me to her, pressing her softness to mine.

Rithika laughed and welcomed me in, taking the bottles and scurrying away to the kitchen to put it in the fridge. I followed, asking her if I could help in any way, so she handed me a KF bottle and began to dig around for an opener in one of her drawers. She reached up to hold her hair back as she did, leaning over, and her top gaped from below. Without meaning to, I saw up under it to her breasts hanging down as she bent to find the bottle opener. I tore my eyes away just in time as she came up with the Spanish knife and handed it to me. Our fingers brushed together for an instant, then she turned away to get down two glasses from the cabinet. Her little skirt stretched over her bottom as she reached up for them. Was there nothing this girl could do that didn't flaunt her body to me?

"Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes," she purred. "Let's take our beer out on the balcony." Setting a timer on the microwave oven, she turned and led the way.

I poured two glasses and carried them both as I followed her out. Barefoot, she moved with a steady easy & grace. Often, I have noticed, tall girls develop a kind of hunched posture as if they were trying to make themselves seem shorter, but Rithika walked with her shoulders back and in light steps.

She leaned over the rail and inhaled deeply of the evening air. Turning to me again, she took her glass of KF and sat in one of the two cushioned chairs on the balcony. I took the other and relaxed back. This was nice. Just two friends having beer in the fine evening air. She asked about my week and it gave us something to talk about as dinner cooked. She got up once to refill our glasses. When the timer rang, she sprang up again and rolled with that hip-swaying easy gait of hers back to the kitchen, telling me to stay where I was. In a moment she was back with two little light weight wooden stools that she set next to our chairs. She set them quickly, and then moved off to bring our meal.

When she returned, another of the buttons of her blouse seemed to have come undone. So had her hair. It lay beautifully over her shoulders and over her breasts. She smiled, her back arched as she carried our plates. She set one down on my table, then slipped back into her own chair and set down her plate.

Dinner was delicious, a mixture of rice and chicken with little vegetables and light seasonings called popularly as chicken briyani. She had to rise again to get the second bottle of KF and I was startled to realize we had finished one already even before dinner was finished. We talked of her week during dinner, just the little things she had done, with me asking questions here and there. She was enjoying her studies and thought she was learning a lot.

When we finished eating, she quickly cleaned up the dishes and asked me if I thought we should open the whisky. I was feeling a little giddy already, but I took a small messure with plain water when she offered it to me and poured herself the same quantity. We took them out to the balcony again. Once more she stood leaning against the rail, her whisky in her left hand and her right, the one closest to me, clutching the rail. I moved to stand next to her, letting my fingers brush lightly over hers. She turned her hand immediately, taking mine in hers as we both looked out into the star studded sky. Neither of us spoke for a time as we watched the stars shining magnificently and held hands and sipped our whisky. I waited for her, she waited for me.

Finally, I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers softly. We both had to turn so I could, and our bodies moved within inches of each other. Rithika seemed intent on watching my lips touch her fingers, but she was breathing deeply. I kissed up her arm, light, dry kisses on her inner arm. She held it up for me. I kissed higher, along the lines of her upper arm, to the edge of her salwar top. Rithika was taller than me, but I was still wearing my platform heels and that made us close to the same height. I kissed over her shoulder, still holding her arm as she held it up for me to adore. Then my lips were on that delicate, slender neck, my nose brushing her hair away, my lips nipping at her skin, my tongue moving over her.

Rithika was murmuring softly, little sounds of happiness as she arched her neck, the movement bringing her body into mine, her soft breasts falling to mine. Her arm then went around me and she paused to set down her whisky. Then I was in her arms and we were kissing. Sweet, soft kisses, exploring one another's lips, mouths, tongues. I set my whisky down too and put my arms around her. I held her to me and just enjoyed being in her arms.

Neither of us wanted to be the first to let go, so we stayed like that for a very long time. Finally, I reached back to take her hand and moved away, breathing deeply.

"Rithika," I started, not sure what to say. I wanted to tell her that I wanted her desperately. She kissed me again, as if she didn't know what to say either. This time, she kissed my face, my neck and shoulders.

"Malathi, Mam," she whispered, "I want you so much." I moved to her, in her arms, letting her kiss me, caress me. It felt so wonderful to be touched by her. With a deep breath, she moved away, taking my hand in hers and leading me to her bedroom. Our bodies were in close contact the entire way, we paused to kiss, Rithika turning to press to me again, then away to lead me on. Her bed was suddenly before us, and she let go of me long enough to draw back the covers, then we sank to it, lying gently on the cool surface, still holding one another and kissing once again.

I had to be bold. We had come down with me on top of her, resting over her body. I drew back, resting on one arm, lolling to one side, still pressed to her. I reached for her, moving to unbutton her blouse. Rithika arched her back, offering herself, making it easier. My fingers pushed away the material and I lowered my lips to kiss the tops of her breasts over her thin bra. I could see the outline of her nipples through it. It was sexy and sheer and I knew she had worn it for me. Reaching around her back, I unclasped it and drew it from her body, finally exposing her to me. Finally, after all those sweet fantasies, the very woman herself was in my arms. I lowered my lips to her stiff nipples, kissing one & then the other, literally worshipping her.

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Yours Lovingly

JJ

The queen of Gods

A JJ Submission:

Hi, there this is your JJ absolutely sorry for not posting the Sunday submission in time, but as the saying goes better late than never. This is a hot & horny stuff in relation to a Relationship Manager of private bank at Chennai Anna Nagar by the name Ojaswani married blessed with a baby girl two years old & she made sense to her name which means “Lustrous” Her husband Lokesh works as a Chartered Accountant in Bahrain she goes around in a Chevrolet.

This character is best suited to be called the neighbor’s envy & owners pride in other words a real fuckin egoistic bitch. In case I had an opportunity to handle her I would sit naked on a sofa busy sipping my Kingfisher beer and would have hired a few bullies from the communist bloc countries to fuck her a double entry a cock in her mouth until she cries to stop men entering all her openings. Once it’s all over I will masturbate and get away without giving her a second look & leave after getting dressed.

Here we are to listen to what Ojaswani has to offer:


We lay in bed, our legs entwined. My left hand lightly stroking the soft skin of her back. I bent my head forward and softly kissed her forehead as she calmly slept. I could feel the soft velvet skin of our breasts pressed deliciously together and the slick wet folds of her pussy resting on my upper thigh. I listened to the rhythmic sighs of her breathing and felt her warm breath as it caressed my cheeks. A smile of bliss spread across my face as my right hand ran lovingly through her silky shoulder length hair.

My left hand danced slowly down her back and then ran up the gentle flair of her full round hips. My lips moved forward to kiss her pert little nose and then the full softness of her upper lip. Her lips parted as she slept and I pressed mine to her in a soft wet kiss. Outside a cold wind roared past the window as we lay something the Chennaites never expected a stormy climate in the last week in the month of March.

Never before had I felt so alive, so complete, and so at one with myself. I wanted to caress her entire body, to run my hands over her tantalizingly soft skin, but instead I lay there in her sweet embrace. I wanted to kiss and suckle her big beautiful breast and to drink from the fountain of her soft folds, but instead I lay next to my sleeping beauty and enjoyed the serenity of the moment.

I had been lying here since the early hours of the morning drifting in and out of a semiconscious state unable attain a deep sleep because of the flood of emotions running through my body. I had made love to a woman for the very first time and it was the single most satisfying moment of my 20 years of fucking experience.

We had met at the bank where I work and she was a wealthy customer. My boss's instructions were to keep her happy because her accounts meant a lot to the bank. Everyday she came into the bank to take care of her finances, and everyday she waited for my window to clear. She was always so friendly and her warm smile sent chills through my body. I had never experienced a conscious attraction to another woman but I found myself drawn to her.

She would compliment me on my hair or my clothes and I would thank her while looking into her deep black eyes. She would tell me I look beautiful and I would think that the only true beauty in the entire room was her. She was in her early forties with short hair and a full curvaceous body that made me drool with envy and desire. Her friendly disposition hid her enormous wealth and the stature she had in the community.

At night while I lay in bed with my husband when he’s here on leave my mind was filled with thoughts of her. I was intrigued and confused by my desire for her and I tried to brush it off as curiosity. It was probably due to the decline in my marital happiness, or was it the cause of it.

My husband and I now rarely made love and I didn't miss it. Instead I longed to make love to Chandani the intoxicating woman customer. I would dress for work and wonder what she would think of this outfit or that. I bought new sexy clothes hoping to draw a compliment from the woman I desired, and she would always respond.

I cut my shoulder length hair short and stylish at her suggestion and her response set me afire. She reached across the counter and touched my cheek causing a rush of warmth to spread through my body. She told me the short hair showed off my beautiful face as her hand lightly stroked my soft hair.

Then she asked if I would like to have dinner with her. I told her I would love to as a familiar tingle danced between my thighs. My nipples stiffened at the gentle caress of her hand as it accidentally brushed my breast on it's way across the counter. The rest of work was a blur as my mind spun a web of sensual thoughts and desires.

I rushed home after work to change my clothes and freshen up before our date. Is that what it was? Was I really going to Chandani's house for a date? A date with a beautiful woman I had lusted after for months. I felt like a young school girl getting ready for a dance.

Not this outfit, too crumpy. Not that outfit, to casual. I finally settled on a blue sleeveless frock type dress that reached just about my knee with a short white jacket. I spread the outfit on the bed and ran a hot bath as I picked out a dark blue matching bra and panty set to wear.

I called and left a message for my husband who had gone from Bahrain currently was in Chicago on business telling him I would be out late with a friend from work because he calls me everyday night and would be worried if I don’t answer. Then I called and asked my mother to watch Jyotsna my two year old daughter for the night.

I soaked in the hot tub for an hour trying to relax and settle the butterflies in my stomach. I carefully shaved my legs and trimmed my panty line. I climbed from the tub and toweled myself off while I imagined her gently caressing me. I freshened my sex with a cinnamon scent and picked out my favorite perfume before slipping the lingerie onto my smooth soft body. I dried and styled my hair trying for perfection for the woman of my dreams.

As I drove up the long private road to Chandani's house in the Belly area of Anna Nagar a thousand butterflies battled in my stomach. This was the point of no return I though as I rang the bell. Chandani opened the large oak door wearing an elegant long black dress with a low neckline and slits up each leg. She invited me in with a soft kiss on my cheek and I felt my face flush as she took my hand in hers and led me through the large hall cum dining room.

She told me she had given the servants the night off and it was only the two of us. I felt a flow of moisture seep into my sex at the thought of being there alone with Chandani. She asked if I would like anything to drink and I wondered if it would help ease the nervousness I was feeling. I told her I would love a glass of wine or a bottle of lager beer if she had it. I watched her hips sway gently under the sleek black dress as she walked into the kitchen.

When she returned she placed the glass of wine of the table and sat beside me. Our thighs lightly touched as she took my hand in hers. I looked at her full red lips and longed to kiss them. She sensed my desire and moved her face to mine. Our lips slowly pressed together and I could taste the sweetness of her lipstick. My eyes closed and my lips parted begging her tongue to enter. Her hands gently held my face as we kissed softly, our passion building.

Her tongue licked my lips and teeth before slipping through and dancing with mine. We kissed furiously like two teenagers as passion took over our bodies. Her hands slipped beneath my loose dress and softly rubbed my bare skin. My nipples hardened at her gentle touch and my own hands began to roam over her soft curves. I touched her bare back and then caressed her soft hair while we kissed passionately on the sofa in the hall.

The soft chime of a alarm interrupted us and let us know that the food was ready. We reluctantly broke our kiss and Chandani led me by the hand into the dining section. She served our dinner on fine china and we drank our wine from imported crystal as I gazed across the table into her beautiful eyes. Her foot slowly slid up my calf as we ate in blissful silence. I reached across the table and touched her hand softly causing her to smile brightly at me.

When we finished our meal Chandani walked around the table to me and helped me to my feet. She pulled me close and kissed me softly. Our bodies pressed tightly together and the soft flesh of our breasts squeezed tight. My arms went around her waist and I pulled her tighter wanting to become one.

She kissed me hard our lips parting and our tongues entwined. She pulled her lips away and whispered softly in my ear "I want to make love to you. I have wanted this moment since I first saw your beautiful face and soft black deep set eyes. Let me take you upstairs and we can experience a night of passion and bliss."

I responded by kissing her forehead and I whispered "I want to be with you. I have never been with a woman before, but I have thought about this moment. I have dreamt about touching you and feeling your body on mine. Please take me upstairs. Make love to me. Let me feel the passion and the warmth of you next to me. Yes, please."

We entered the bedroom and Chandani turned to face me. Our lips met again in a passionate kiss while her hands slid my jacket from my arms. She slipped my dress off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor while we continued to kiss. I stepped out of the dress and began to undress the beautiful woman before me.

I slid her dress from her soft round shoulders, and past the gentle flair of her hips until she stood before me in just a pair of black lace panties. I kissed her neck and ears while my hands explored her soft feminine curves. She led me to the bed and pressed me down before her as she knelt between my thighs. She lowered herself onto me and I felt her warm soft skin pressed against me.

She began to kiss my face and then my neck. I let out a soft moan as her lips brushed the nape of my neck and then trailed down my body. She released my small firm breasts and began to suckle and nibble on my hard aching nipples. I moaned louder as she took the hard nub between her teeth and bit gently. My hands roamed over her back and rubbed her silken skin and she lovingly kissed one breast while her fingers moved lightly over the other. She paid loving attention to my breasts until she sensed my desire for more.

She slowly kissed my belly and tongued my navel before settling between my thighs. She pulled my wet blue panties down over my hips and past my feet before holding them to her face.

She inhaled my scent and the lewd act sent shivers through my body. She looked lovingly into my eyes as she lowered her beautiful face to my swollen mons. Her lips touched mine and I melted with passion. Her fingers spread my lips and her tongue slid deliciously along the outermost folds of my wet peach.

My fingers ran through her soft hair as her mouth brought me to dizzying new heights. She ignored my clit for a long time, just licking deep into my hole and all around while she savored juices. My back arched and my hips bucked trying desperately to rub my aching clit. She knew I was ready now and her tongue attacked my clit like a thirsty kitten drinking milk.

I let out a soft yelp at her first contact then settled into the wave of tingling sensations. She brought me to the edge of bliss before backing off causing me to go crazy with desire. Her tongue began to lick my clit again while she slowly inserted her fingers into my warm wet hole. Her tongue brought me closer and closer to climax.

My body quivered as I approached the abyss and then as I reached the apex she slipped a finger in my rectum causing a flood of new feelings. My body went stiff then loose, and then stiff again. Wave upon wave of glorious climax shook through my body as I experienced the most fantastic orgasm of my entire life. She pumped her fingers into my two needy holes and ignored my hypersensitive clitoris bringing about another series of small tremors. My back arched, and my legs went rigid before the final ripple rolled past my toes.

Chandani kissed her way up my exhausted body and pressed her delicious curves on top of me. I kissed her lips tasting the familiar sweetness of my juices. I kissed her furiously as our tongues danced a passionate tango. Inspired by her kiss I rolled on top of her and began to explore her sensual body with my mouth and tongue.

I lost myself in desire as I caressed and kissed her big beautiful breasts. They were full and soft and the nipples hardened with my touch. Her nipples were long and fat and I sucked on them like a baby. My mouth moved from one marvelous breast to the other nibbling on her swollen nipples while my hands caressed the rest of her fantastic body. She moaned my name and loving words of encouragement as I learned the art of pleasing her. My fingers roamed over her body while her hands ran sensually through my short black hair.

I kissed my way down her luscious curves. She lifted her bottom so I could slid her panties past her full hips and down her firm milky thighs. I lay between her legs and inhaled her sweet scent. I looked at a woman's folds up close for the first time. Her lips were smooth and shaved and a small mat of fur rested just above her swollen clit. My fingers touched the soft wet flesh as I studied her beauty.

I parted her lips with my fingers and lowered my tongue to taste her juices. They were sweet and tangy on my tongue like a combination of honey and a 9 volt battery. My tongue began to move around searching for more juices. Licking her outer lips and then around the outside of her warm swollen lips before sliding deep inside her juicy hole. I lost myself in the warm comfort of her sex as my lips attached themselves to her soft mons.

My tongue started to stroke her hard little clit causing her to purr softly. I slipped a finger inside her while my tongue worked softly on her clit. Her fingers held my head steady while her hips moved slowly up and down in time with my tongue. Her breathing became labored as she approached climax.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm thighs against my cheeks as I lovingly kissed and sucked on her wanton pussy. She was getting close and began to moan my name and gentle word of encouragement. I was only a beginner but the feelings were so intense that it was as though I had been there a thousand times before.

My tongue slid over her clit as my fingers rhythmically moved in and out of her wet warm hole. She began to shiver and quake before her body tensed. Chandani yelled out my name and let me know that she was cumming. I was rewarded with a flow of her tangy sweet juices as she experienced the sweet contractions of ecstasy. I continued to lick around her sensitive area but avoided her clit while searching for the final drops of her nector. Then I slithered up her gorgeous body and lay beside her. I nuzzled her neck and listened to the pounding of her heart slowly return to normal. I kissed her face and lips and thanked her for the most incredible experience.

"The fun has only begun my dear," she said as she kissed my eyelids tenderly.

"You mean there is more?" "Oh yes, so much more and we have the whole night to play."

She said as her fingers began to roam over my body. She lightly touched my body and for over an hour we lay there just cuddling and caressing each other.

I felt the tingling in between my legs again as her lips met mine and we began to passionately kiss again. Her lips trailed down to my breasts again causing me to moan softly. She played with my nipples and squeezed my small round breasts while my eyes closed and I enjoyed the sensations. Her hands moved down to my soaking wet sex and she inserted a single finger.

A flood of my juices released and ran down my thigh while her thumb stroked my still sensitive clit. She climbed between my legs and lowered her mouth to my slick folds as she slid a vibrator deep inside me. The tingling between my legs increased while her mouth worked on my clit.

I began to climax quickly and repeatedly when her tongue touched my clit again. I bucked hard against her face and screamed out in pleasure as her middle finger penetrated my tight ass. Her tongue licked me while her vibrator and fingers put me past the point of sanity. The intensity of my climax caused me to black out for a brief moment and when I came to sense Chandani was kissing my face and lightly stroking my neck with her fingers. I reached up and kissed her lips my tongue forcing it's way past her teeth. Our tongues danced and played while our hands explored.

Our legs entwined and I could feel my pussy rubbing against her thigh.

We ground together while we kissed like teenagers until we both climaxed again and then we drifted off to sleep. My sleep was brief because I could not believe what I was feeling, so I just lay in her arms and smiled.

A Lesbian Love Story

A JJ Submission

(Dear readers this is a narration of the soft love that exists between two women incase your seeking hardcore sexual action please excuse)
Hi readers, this is your JJ come back to entertain you with a steamy lesbian stuff. This happens in Chennai in fact just off the newly developed area off OMR. Two fascinating girls in their mid twenties who work for a Insurance BPO working in different shifts share a rented house. Bhagyashri & Sanjana both had looks that could kill or can I call gorgeous looking females. The narration below is the lesbian relationship that blooms between them, surely none was a lesbian a incident brings them close to each other.

Having just moved into a spacious, double-bedroom home, Bhagyashri and Sanjana settled into their new life. Bhagyashri and Devanand had been dating for over a year, and to the common person, they seemed deeply in love.

Sanjana on the other hand, suffered from a series of failed relationships with young men her age & had developed a hatred for men. On the other hand Devanand thou staying with his friends a couple of kilometers away use to visit Bhagyashri often & it looked like all three of them stayed together

It was perfect. All three worked in the same company and enjoyed life to the fullest they were known for staying up late to watch movies, or to discuss life's many mysteries. There were no odd feelings of distrust or worry between them whatsoever. All of them kept odd hours, yet always seemed to find time to visit and catch up on day to day life. On some days, Devanand would catch Sanjana walking from her room half-dressed, but usually didn't think anything about it. Nudity, or odd situations just didn't seem to affect the three.

They were all relatively normal as far as social standards were concerned. No one ever did drugs, or walk a dangerous line in any facet of their life. It was becoming a safe harbor for peace and happiness...

At least until the day that Devanand suddenly was gone.

Apparently, Dev had become unsure about his affair with Bhagyashri. Their long term commitment was beginning to unravel at the seam, and no one seemed to know this except for Dev himself. This all seemed so unlike Dev to just suddenly leave Bhagyashri like this... Sanjana couldn't understand what he was thinking to leave a woman like Bhagyashri.

Not that he belonged to a different caste had everything to do with a relationship, but Sanjana thought Bhagyashri was the perfect mate for anyone lucky enough to capture this woman. Bhagyashri was blessed with a shapely shrine of flesh.

Alluring and intoxicating to anyone who had the opportunity to gaze into her profound black eyes, her body was of robust, yet toned proportion. Full, abounding breasts... curves and features that simply made her irresistible. Her elongated, bleached black hair fell past her lower back, and was kept that way since her teenage years.

Her gloden skin was unblemished by time, or age in every way. She appeared as a silky Angel of innocence in the winter, and in the summer, she was a golden temple of sensuality and seduction-- thrilling to the eye and mind in every way possible.

Not the bulky woman most would get to see in India, Bahgyashri's body was filled with luscious curves adorning her thighs and stomach, as well as her voluptuous hind flesh. Her round, fleshy ass was shaped perfectly... her lower back dipping into her spine, her ass gently spanning outward and formed two of the most delicious ass cheeks a woman could have. And yes, Sanjana was envious of this creature.Sanjana was amazed at how little Bahgyashri reacted to Devanand's abandonment. Not the usual torrent of tears and cries, She remained calm and collected during the next few days.

Sanjana didn't want to say anything for fear it would open a door that should remain closed. At night, Bhagyashri softly closed the door, and remained inside until the next day when she had to work. It was as if Sanjana was watching her friend shift from a fun-loving young woman, to a reserved, bitter woman.Sanjana spent the next few days worrying about her friend. And, it was no fault when her mind began envisioning various erotic scenarios with her luscious roommate. Was this so wrong in aspiring to be with such an enticing women?

"Am I becoming a lesbian?" she asked herself as images of the voluptuous troso and her swarmed throughout the young woman's mind.

She had never considered herself attracted to other women before. Beth had a enticing body, full, spherical breasts that cried out for affection... healthy, savory abdomens that cried out for impregnation. It was all too much for her mind, and her senses begged for release. And at the height of her peak, Sanjana gently whispered the name that was ringing true in her ears... Bahgyashri.

The next day, Sanjana woke up early and was surprised to find Devanand moving about in the house just to take away any of his belongings that he might have forgotten and left back.

Respecting the two's privacy, Sanjana remained out of their way for the rest of the day, until she had to go to work. And then, she didn't make any effort whatsoever to bid her roommate’s lover farewell, despite her deepest desire to do so.

That night at work, all she could reflect upon was Bhagyashri.

What was she doing-- thinking, wearing?

How was she handling Dev's recent departure from her life?

Was this a perfect opportunity for her to seduce the object of her many desires, or to leave her alone for the wounds to heal.

On her break that night; Sanjana took an extra few minutes to call Bhagyashri at home, just to make sure how she was. She held her breath, realizing that the words she would utter would (now) be from a concerned lover who only wanted to cradle her wounded beauty. Her voice trembled with anxiety...

"Bhagyashri, this is Sanjana. I just... wanted to see how you were.

" She again sighed heavily, feeling the love swell beyond the limits of her soul.

"I was thinking about you. "Sanjana?" uttered a feeble sounding Bhagyashri.

"Bhagya?" replied a surprised, yet relieved Sanjana.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Okay. I was asleep." Bhagyashri replied.

"Are you at work?"

"Yea. I'm on break, and was thinking about you.

I hope you're okay.

"Sanjana was becoming confident in her speech.

She heard Bhagya in appreciation for her thoughtfulness.

"That means so much, Sanjana. Thanks... I'll be alright." said a much more relaxed Bhagya.

"You didn't deserve what he did to you, Bhagya.

What an asshole."

"He had his reasons, I'm sure." replied Bhagyashri.

Always the kind and forgiving woman, Sanjana leaned back against the wall, rolling her eyes back in her head... totally smitten with this girl."You're so forgiving. I wish it didn't have to happen to good people like you."

Sanjana said. If Bhagya only knew just how much Sanjana was falling for her.

"Do you want me to bring home anything when I get off work?" she asked, a little more energetically.

"Yea." said a flirtatious Bhagyashri.

"Bring us home a pack of your favorite ice cream, and I'll help you destroy it!"

A thin smile came across Sanjana's face, hearing the hope emerging from Bhagya's voice. Biting on her nail, Sanjana was soon fidgeting around like a teenager prepared for her first date.

"Yea?" asked Sanjana.

"Maybe a movie CD, too. What do you want to see? You name it.

""Hmmm. I don't know.

You decide." said a happy Bhagyashri."Okay." said Sanjana, realizing she had to get back to work. "I need go now. I'll see you after 11, okay? Movie CD, ice cream, and all." Sanjana said."It's a date, sweetie!" replied Bhagyashri, laughing to herself.

"Did you take your silly pill today?" asked a coy Sanjana.

"Of course! I'd rather be laughing than crying, sweetheart! Wouldn't you?" she asked.

Sanjana leaned her head against the wall, twirling the phone cord around her thumb-- hopelessly daydreaming of potential romance.

"Yea." Whispered Sanjana as the tone of her voice oozed pure devotion.

"I'm glad you called." replied Bhagyashri, in a more serious tone.

"I wanted to." Replied Sanjana."Really?" asked Bhagyashri.

"Really." Urgency crept out from under Sanjana's voice.

Bhagyashri was caught slightly off guard, but kept the conversation up beat.

"Okay, I'll see you after work. Be ready to get fat, babe!" she said as both shared a much needed laugh.

"Okay. Bye." said Sanjana as she hung up. Leaning her forehead against the wall, she felt as if she was floating in mid-air.

The last few hours of work seemed to drag along at a snail's pace, but when she clocked out, she knew that it was all over, at least for a few days. Stopping by the Spencer’s store, Sanjana picked out bucket of Cookies and Cream because she knew that was Bhagyashri's favorite. After her purchase, Sanjana made her way to the pick up a DVD to get their movie a clear X rated all women.

What would Bhagyashri of this movie she was confused as she approached home.

"Hey!" said Bhagyashri saw Sanjana walk inside."You didn't start the party without me, did you?" asked Sanjana with a wry smile on her face. She took a brief moment to let the image of Bhagyashri's smile permanately ingrain itself into her mind. Getting out from her blanket, Bhagyashri made her way over to where Sanjana stood. She noticed what she was wearing... Thin, pink chudi that barely concealed her annular ass cheeks.

"Set these down." she said as the bags softly settled onto the floor.

Sanjana's heart skipped a beat...

"What is she doing?" she thought as Bhagya initiated a tender embrace.

Perplexed, Sanjana returned the hug... She was so incredibly warm.

"Thanks for calling me. You were the only one who thought to do that.

It really meant a lot." whispered Bhagyashri into Sanjana's already trembling ear. For a fleeting moment of uncertainty, Sanjana didn't know what to do, or say. All she could do was hold her... to grasp that priceless woman whom she'd fallen deeply in love with over the last few months."

Now, let's see what you got me!" said an ecstatic Bhagyashri, almost as if she were a little girl on Christmas morning. Sanjana had kept the DVD tucked away in her purse for safekeeping, so she knew the situation wouldn't present itself at an odd moment. A radiating smile graced across Bhagyashri's gorgeous face as she lifted the ice cream out of the bag, holding it as a game show hostess would an expensive prize.

Sanjana giggled, seeing Bhagyashri mock some famous celebrity. After opening the treat, the two settled back for a night of movies, and fattening foods. It was their night to let their hair down...It was well into the night when Bhagyashri fell asleep on the floor.

Sanjana, who also sat on the floor, was fighting to keep her eyes open. Some half-witted show was on the TV, and Sanjana could have cared less. It was then the thoughts began racing through her mind... She sat up, and reached for the DVD in her purse nearby. Glancing over at Bhagyashri, who was laying on her stomach, Sanjana felt that now was as good as a time as any.

How would Bhagyashri react? What would she say? There was only one way to find out... Sanajana nervously pressed the play button, and left the room. She wanted the sounds to fill the room first... Perhaps a way to subconsciously plant the thought into the young woman's mind.In the bathroom, the smitten young Sanjana nervously fixed her hair. Gazing into the mirror, she doubted herself time and time again.

"What if I'm not good enough for her?"

As she shed her garments, she slid on her pink nightgown.

She knew pink was Bhagyashri's favorite color, and felt that it would be a nice added gesture.Walking back into the room, Sanjana saw the television still blaring. Much to her surprise, there sat Bhagyashri... gazing at the images on the screen with a look of utter astonishment. Sanjana stopped mid-pace, seeing the paralyzed object of her desire."I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have left that on." said Sanjana as she quickly shut the TV off-not wanting to be obvious about her intent. Bhagyashri gazed upward, noticing Sanjana's revealing wardrobe."It's okay.

I heard these moans and gasps, and looked up to see these women kissing." she laughed. "I've never been woken up to that before." she said as she stood up to stretch.

"It looked interesting at the store, so I thought I'd check it out. I wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable" trembled Sanjana.

"It's okay. Put it back on." replied Bhagyashri as she sat back down, ready to watch all four hours of the DVD."Really?" asked Sanjana.

"Why not? I've always wanted to see what it looked like." Said Bhagyashri as she fluffed up her pillow, settling in.

As Sanjana turned around, a warm smile graced her face as she happily placed the disk back inside the machine.

Heading back to the sofa nearby, Bhagyashri noticed her roommate sitting on the sofa opposite her."You can sit over here.

I don't bite." Said Bhagyashri, waving her over. Her heart skipping a beat, Sanjana did so, sitting next to the woman who held her heart captive.

Their attention went to the images displayed in front of them...The first scene was of two voluptuous, tanned brunettes bathing in what looked like an old Roman bath. Their movements were slow and careful, taking extra time to wash each inch of their bodies. A flurry of kisses soon followed, each one more aggressive than the last. The scene then dissolved into a dining area, where all they could see was a pair of oiled buttocks raised from beneath the table. Adorning the fleshy globes were an assortment of fruits and leafy vegetables, making the flesh appear to be the main course of a very special dinner. The other brunette was led in, completely blindfolded, by two other exquisite female servants.

Securing her hands behind her back, the two slaves sat her in a chair, and placed her beside the table where her feast awaited. Unraveling the blindfold, the slaves departed the room in respect for their Master's meal. Attentive to the sight, the Master leaned over, and took one of the grapes between her teeth.

Applying gentle pressure, the grape's juices burst forth, marinating the bronzed spheres below. As the juice deluged the skin, she watched as it gradually settled between the heightened knolls of subdued flesh. Parting her lips, the Master then delicately grazed the surface of the cheeks-warming the skin with her anxious breath. Her movements were painstakingly slow, but certainly appreciative.

Turning her face, she rested her cheek against the plumpness of her slave's rear. With eyes closed, she nuzzled the moistened globe with her face, slowly turning to plant a bountiful kiss upon the beloved nourishment. It was then Bhagya and Sanjana lost sight of the Master's lips, as it fell between the elevated cleavage.A gasp of astonishment came from Bhagyashri..."Total surrender. She totally gave herself to that her." remarked Bhagya. Sanjana looked at her friend with a hushed gaze of agreement as she turned the television off. Silence crept into the room as Bhagyashri still gazed at the blank screen.

An unsettled stillness saturated the room. The moment presented itself better than Sanjana had thought. If she was going to surrender herself to Bhagyashri, now was that chance."I know what she must have felt like... giving herself to her like that." uttered a poised Sanjana. She was indeed sure of herself-the thoughts, and her love.

Bhagyashri's gaze slowly shifted to the woman sitting next to her... Sharing a gaze that spoke a thousand words, Bhagya felt there was more that should be said."How do you know that?" asked Bhagyashri. With that, Sanjana gathered her convictions, and raised up before her, standing in front of her object of wanton desire. A shared look of lust was cast as Bhagyashri watched Sanjana's hands reach up to grasp the thin straps that held her nightgown on.

Bhagyashri then took notice of Sanjana's well-defined body, concealed beneath the thin material. She had looked at her roommate's features before, but never in such a manner. Bhagyashri's heart skipped several beats as she struggled to catch her breath... For once in her life, Sanjana knew exactly what she was doing, and this by all means was the moment that would define her entire existence."Because... I would totally surrender myself to you. I love you, Bhagya. I always have." As the last word escaped Sanjana's lips, Bhagyashri watched as the soft, pink nightgown drop to the floor.

Disrobed completely, Bhagyashri's expression fell void...

Never before had a woman done this for her...

Directly in front of her was a woman, young and so in love with her.

So taken that she would sacrifice all that she had ever known for just this one chance... a wager on what she felt was right.Not one stitch of clothing hung from Sanjana's flesh...

"Oh my God."

Bhagyashri uttered helplessly as she could not help to stare at Sanjana's healthy breasts. She slowly crept forward, as Bhagyashri was still motionless. What would Bhagya do? She had never been in a situation like this before, especially with someone who adored her as much as Sanjana did. Before long, Bhagya's face was directly in front of Sanjana's ripe cleavage.

Her stare was affixed on the incredible sight as an erect nipple softly brushed across her face. A defenseless moan of astonishment came from Bhagyashri as she felt Sanjana's hands clutch the sides of her face, motioning her to look up."I'll stop if you want." whispered Sanjana as her eyes still held it's command on Bhagyashri. She could stop this, right now if she wanted to. Turn her back on this moment-- this delicate, shapely woman. Lifting both her hands, Bhagyashri took hold of her fingers, threading them between her own, and with a sigh of assurance and grace, she confidently uttered..."No. I want this. I want... you."

A smile washed across Sanjana's face as her hands tightened their hold. Bhagya felt both of Sanjana's soft breasts nuzzle closer, almost enshrining her head between her incredible breasts. Unhurried, Sanjana leaned over, raising Bhagyashri's youthful face... Not a sound could be heard, or a doubt felt as Sanjana parted her lips."Oh My God." Yielded Bhagyashri as her eyelids fluttered closed.

She took a deep breath and held it as if she were dipping beneath the water for a swim. Tepid warmth gradually enshrouded her motionless mouth. No force, no urgent pressure... just warmth, just love. It was in this glowing radiance that Bhagyashri realized she was sharing her very first kiss with a female. So many thoughts raced through her mind as she felt Sanjana's lips fondle hers. For some reason, Bhagyashri let go of the breath she held in her lungs. Blending it with a moan of total and unconditional abandonment, Bhagyashri knew she was going to be with this woman for a very long time.

Their lips completely pressed together, Bhagyashri allowed herself to be swallowed whole by this female. Never before had any man blessed her with such a kiss. This was far more distinct. Minutes flowed past, yet both were not keeping count.

Eyes fastened shut, and mouths secure, Sanjana eased her tongue outward, falling into Bhagyashri's awaiting, and most willing mouth. Again, Bhagya moaned, realizing that another woman was savoring her saliva. Another woman... The thought sent an uncontrollable shudder throughout her subdued body.

Sanjana inched her mouth away briefly."I love you so much." Whispered an undoubted Sanjana. "I always have. Ever since I met you." With that, Bhagyashri briskly kissed her again, this time with unbridled pungency. Sanjana digested her fervor, and met her kiss with equal eagerness. Their lips parted as Bhagyashri burrowed her face between Sanjana's shapely cleavage. Feeling each tender breast on the sides of her face, Bhagyashri cooed her delight.

"This is so right." Her arms wrapped themselves around Sanjana's back, bringing her face deeper into the fold.

How could any woman resist such passion-- such intensity? Why did Sanjana wait so long to induct Bhagyashri into her world of indulgence? Wherever Sanjana was taking her, Bhagyashri willingly allowed her to be her chieftain. Bhagya's gaze looked upward to catch Sanjana's stare... There, tucked safely between her nourishing breasts was Bhagya's glowing face. Just as she had dreamt for so many months."You're so beautiful." echoed Sanjana.

Her maternal instincts briefly took hold, and wanted Bhagyashri to feed from her life-giving breasts. Bhagya's hands extended up to clutch each precious mound... her fingernails dug themselves into the soft flesh, pressing the masses together as her tongue extended out to savor Sanjana's flesh. Sanjana, crippled in total awe, leaned over, and rested her head atop Bhagyashri's. Her lengthy strands of hair fell about, engulfing Bhagyashri's face totally. She could hear faint, muffled moans of ecstasy rustling from the depths of her buxom cleavage.

This was simply too much as Sanjana curled her arms around Bhagya to ensure she would never leave her.The two stood up; their gaze still affixed on one another. Sanjana took Bhagyashri by her hands, and motioned for her to follow her. No words needed to be spoken, for both knew what was about to happen. They were to consummate this loving union. Sanjana sauntered backwards, still clutching Bhagyashri's soft, motherly hands.

Their gaze not broken as the two made their way down the hallway. The two were walking into foreign territory, yet together, as their entwined hands perfectly symbolized, they would discover things together, with each other... as one.The door to Bhagyashri's bedroom crept open, as Sanjana was the first to enter. She wanted to be in her bedroom since this was where her angel rested her wings at night.

This was her shrine, her temple of beauty and splendor. Sanjana was still unclothed as Bhagyashri's gaze fell down to admire her hour glass figure. That smooth, fleshy stomach... her broad, yet modest shoulders. Ample hips that could easily bear a child... Both were now in her room, still quiet. Bhagyashri then reached under her night wear shirt, and began to lift off the constraining material.

"Can I take off your clothes?" asked a somewhat bashful Sanjana.

With a warm smile, Bhagya extended her hands outward, happily granting her request. As she wove herself into her arms, Sanjana coquettishly admitted;"I've always wanted to do that. You just don't know how long I've wanted this."With her admission, Bhagyashri blushed with a telling smile."I never knew you cared for me like this. Why didn't you ever say anything?" asked Bhagyashri.

Their lips delicately brushed against each other's as Sanjana answered."I thought you would have turned me away. I was so scared." whispered a fragile Sanjana. A quick, reassuring kiss soothed the doubt away..."No. I never would do that." assured Bhagyashri. Her words were spoken softly, almost hushed in a way. "But I'm glad you finally told Me." Said Bhagya as she followed with a devoted kiss.

"Really?" asked Sanjana as she leaned her head back, exposing her bare neck for Bhagyashri's delight.

Her lips anchored themselves upon her luscious flesh, moaning an intangible response of "Yes". Bhagyashri's hands reached up to hold Sanjana's shoulders in place as she eased her back. Sanjana stretched her neck back, letting her curled, elongated locks dangle freely behind her.

She was in total rapture... The woman she had so long desired and secretly loved was now sowing bountiful wet kisses upon her neck. She just couldn't believe that Bhagyashri had accepted this. How fortunate could one be?Bhagya poised herself back, standing straight as Sanjana's hands tumbled down Bhagyashri's side, still enveloped in a vigorous kiss.

Her fingertips clinched the bottom of Bhagya's night shirt as Sanjana unwillingly broke her kiss to watch Bhagyashri become completely unveiled. She so wanted to see this shrine of complete beauty, total magnificence in every way imaginable. Her abdomen was the first to feel the brisk air as the heavy material lifted up.

Sanjana whimpered as she saw the body being totally unsheathed. Bhagya willfully lifted her arms above her head as Sanjana inched the shirt along, now revealing the fullness of her deserving breasts."Oh, Bhagya." Sanjana whispered faintly as her senses were flooded with the view.

As Bhagyashri's lengthy hair lifted along with the shirt, Sanjana quickly glanced to take in the full vista of her womanly outline. The way the curves flowed upward into her stomach, bending into her top half that retained her breasts. Her breasts were so full, quite a generous serving for whomever was fortunate enough to claim Bhagyashri as their lover. Her skin was flawless... no sign of any imperfections whatsoever.

Sanjana thought Bhagyashri had larger breasts than she did, but now she was convinced they both had equal mass. And her areolas... they were perfectly placed on the top of her mounds, as if it were like a Chocolate to Kiss. As the shirt made its way past her wrists, Sanjana felt a sudden whisk of cool air sweep across her face, coming from Bhagya's black locks settling across her now bare shoulders.

The fragrance of her hair filled Sanjana's nostrils as she shivered in ecstasy. Quickly letting go of the shirt, Sanjana's face suddenly was void of all expression as the two suddenly fell into a profound stare. Taking hold of each other's hands, Bhagyashri watched as Sanjana slowly knelt in front of her.

For a fleeting moment, Bhagyashri thought she was to ask her hand in marriage. At least that's what most do, and if Sanjana had asked that, Bhagyashri would have joyfully said yes-- although she wouldn't confess that secret as of yet. All Bhagyashri could do was watch Sanjana as she inched closer to her body. There, directly in front of her was Bhagyashri's creamy abdomen. Every inch of Bhagya was susceptible to Sanjana's deep appreciation, yet her stomach held its command on her.

She watched with reverence as Bhagyashri took in each breath... Raising her palm, she rested the flat of her hand upon Bhagya's toned skin. Closing her eyes, she brought her lips closer, gently kissing Bhagyashri's supple skin. Gingerly, she then pressed her cheek against her stomach, gasping as she did.

For Sanjana, nothing would give her greater satisfaction than to crawl inside her womb, becoming reborn in Bhagyashri's shining wake. She loved her that much. And it was her womb that Sanjana felt most comfortable next to. It glowed with fertile opportunity in so many ways.Her hands fluttered up along Bhagyashri's freshly shaven legs to her waist, gripping the elastic band that held the pink night pants.

With a sensitive nudge, she motioned Bhagyashri to turn around for her, so she could attest that the riddance of the flimsy cloth would reveal two of the most mouth-watering ass cheeks she had ever seen. At certain times, Sanjana would sneak a quick glance at Bhagyashri bathing, and it never ceased to amaze her that her eyes would always saturate themselves with Bhagyashri's splendid backside. There was no longer the walls of secrecy and concealment of her hunger.

Now, as she gently slipped the elastic band past the summit of Bhagya's globes, she sighed, finally at ease with herself, and her powerful feelings for Bhagyashri.

Sanjana noticed how the snug material seemed to press into the fleshy skin. With each hand on Bhagyashri's side, she delicately lowered the pants passed the width of her hips. Releasing her fingers, she felt the fabric fall around Bhagyashri's ankles. Now, directly in front of her was Bhagyashri's ass... unblemished, and immaculate.

"You're so beautiful, Bhagya" remarked Sanjana as her grateful fingertips grazed each supple cheek.

"Your ass... it's so wonderful.""Yea?" inquired Bhagyashri as she looked behind her right shoulder to see the spectacle.

"Oh God yes." answered Sanjana in defining awe.

Her lips quickly divided themselves as she drove her face into the thickness of Bhagyashri's right cheek, sealing a moist kiss upon the sacred skin."Oooh." replied Bhagyashri as she felt Sanjana's tongue upon her flesh. "No one's ever kissed my ass like that before.

""No one's ever loved you like I love you before.

"Sanjana quickly placed another kiss upon a different portion of her ass.

Warm, thick saliva coated the area where her initial kiss was, and it was all Sanjana could do from not going completely mad, devouring her entire ass. Bhagyashri leaned forward, arching her back slightly so that Sanjana could easily relish more of her.

Bhagyashri's eyes clamped shut as she felt Sanjana's torrid breath cascade over her well rounded spheres."Uhmmmmm" was all Bhagyashri heard as she knew Sanjana would appreciate seeing her hunched over.Sanjana couldn't say a thing since her mouth was absorbing itself amid the savory cleavage of her ass. Suddenly, Bhagya felt her back off. Looking around, she saw Sanjana on her knees, trying to collect her senses."Oh my." she sighed. "I can't have too much of a good thing." Said Sanjana as she stood up.Bhagya turned to meet her in an irrefutable kiss.

Bhagyashri held Sanjana's head in her hands as she purred with affection."Make love to me, Sanjana..." uttered Bhagya as she planted several wet kisses across her face, and forehead.

"Make me your woman. I want to be yours."Tears nearly seized Sanjana as she heard Bhagyashri express her unconditional oath. With urgency, Sanjana's arms grasped Bhagyashri's frame, thrusting the both of them backward onto Bhagyashri's mattress. Bhagya's hair flattened out upon the comforter as yet another kiss beguiled the young woman. Sanjana was atop her as her arms still held its grasp.

Bhagyashri was taken by her frenzy, but was reassured as Sanjana's moans of bliss echoed throughout her ears.Their kiss was unmistakable. Their bond was flourishing with each passing moment. The slurps of their wet kisses filled the room as tongues intermeshed, lips quivered in wonder... A tear inched out of Sanjana's eye as phrases and expressions of love were exchanged.

There were no hurried or rapid movements on this night. Every ounce of Sanjana's existence was poured upon Bhagyashri. Arms were stretched, muscles were massaged, and knolls of flesh worshipped in various ways...

The two women left no stone upturned. Bhagyashri had never thought much about being involved with a woman until this night. Never before had she believed that another woman could carry such relevance with another. Admittedly, she assumed the role as the submissive one during the early hours of the night. But as the night handed over its authority to the early morning, Bhagyashri was transformed into a woman of boldness, a woman of unbridled seduction... she had become the enslaved torso of Sanjana's heart and soul.

And before the two collapsed from exhaustion at 6 am the next day, she was fully convinced that she had fallen deeply in love with her roommate. As Sanjana drifted off into sleep, lying upon Bhagyashri's left breast (she found that she fancied listening to her heartbeat), Bhagyashri gently woke her to express her feelings. Her drowsiness quickly faded away as the two sealed their union with a kiss, along with several tears of joy and serenity.

The days and weeks that soon followed were wonderful. Sanjana had moved out of her old bedroom, and moved into Bhagya's, leaving it as their guestroom. Bhagyashri soon ordained that her bed was now "our" bed, and even her language changed. Her expressions now consisted of "us", or "we". Pictures of the two soon decorated their house as the romance blossomed into a passionate, life-long love affair. Everything they did, they did together as a couple. They didn't care what others thought as they openly showed their affection in public.

Sanjana loved to buy Bhagyashri anything that had the color pink in it. They were always exchanging love cards, notes, anything to remind the other of the love in their hearts. When Sanjana had to be at work before Bhagyashri, she would always leave love notes on the mirror in the bathroom. And on the days when Sanjana woke up earlier, she would sit beside their bed, and gaze at the well-defined muscles in Bhagyashri's back. She loved running the tip of her ring finger along her spine. And, on occasions, Sanjana would wake Bhagyashri by engulfing her moist tongue in the furrow of her breast. It was irrefutable.

Their souls were forever fused together by an undeniable love. They continued to live happily ever after.

Lonely Women

A JJ Submission

Hi readers. This is your JJ, I feel happy to post a Sunday submission something which has been interrupted in the recent past. This is again is a lesbian story which revolves around a lonely women and her secrete desires. Once women reach the later side of 40’s she gets dumped in the society in which we currently live except for the odd adolescent guy who wants to screw a matured lady.

Women have their own problems when it comes to sex. The narration below belongs to a Chennai woman who has all her wants fulfilled in terms of materialistic world, but then as mentioned above her hormones never stopped secreting and are driving her mad. Will be able to overcome the tormenting bodily requirements? Or will she a to the other ways of finding pleasures?

Driving home, Manjula thought about her aerobics class, her workout, and the new gym she had just joined, Fitness Today. A newly come up facility in the Anna Nagar east, she had hoped that by joining an exclusively female facility it would help her take her mind off of men. At 44 years old, and newly divorced from an extra martial affair, she needed to get her mind off of relationships, and men in general. Her affair had ended with a thud, and she couldn't help but feel unattractive, unwanted.

Not that men didn't find her attractive; at 5'6", 68kgs, jet black shoulder-length hair, and a decent figure, men usually flirted with her, and she had her occasional masturbations sessions, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that she could look better. Her self-confidence was shaken, but she still needed men, wanted men. Just the thought of a gorgeous man aroused her. Manjula decided she needed a change, so joining an all-girl gym might help.

Fitness unit was a nice place, with helpful attendants, and excellent aerobics instructor. Bhoomika had made her feel comfortable on her first day, showing her around the facility, providing her with a locker, and explaining the complicated aerobics schedule. Manjula didn't know many women so helpful, and Bhoomika easily charmed her. Her body tight from years of intense aerobics, she seemed proud of her figure, and her self-confidence was evident.

Wearing a black panty and white tights, she paraded throughout the gym, introducing Manjula to several other women. Manjula had thought she would feel nervous coming here for the first time, but she was very relaxed, and surprisingly confident that she had made the right choice in selecting a gym.

The tour lasted about ten minutes, and Bhoomika suggested Manjula change into her workout wear, as the intermediate class was getting ready to start. Back at the locker-room, Manjula quickly changed into her tights, tied her new aerobics shoes tight, and headed for the class.

She breezed through the workout, working up a good sweat. Her mind felt clear and alive, and back in the locker room, she was surprised to see so many women heading for the large public changing room. So many different girls, all sizes and shapes, stripping and happily showing their contours off. Manjula decided to just pack up her clothes and go home for a hot shower. It was only a fifteen-minute drive, and she could relax and take a long hot shower alone. A quick good-bye to Bhoomika, and she was out the front door, waving to the receptionist as she left.

As she drove, her mind kept wandering back to Bhoomika. She had a perfect picture of her in her mind's eyes, seeing her in that white tights, standing close to her. Manjula remembered staring at Bhoomika's chest, taking in the view of her hidden breasts, her lovely cleavage, and her faintly hard nipples.

Manjula absentmindedly licked her lips, and, realizing she had done this, shook her head as if to shake that thought out of her mind. Only one more light, and then a quick left turn would see her home. Her hands gripped the wheel tight as she saw the light was still green, and she hoped to make it.

She brought the car to a slow stop as the light turned red, and now she waited. She became aware of the fabric of her tight workout dress against her own nipples; she never wore a bra. She didn't need to, as her breasts were small and tight. Manjula looked down to see her nipples as they formed small points against the material. A hot wave flashed through her body, and she moaned at the feeling. She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror, her eyes intense, and she licked her lips again. The traffic light flashed green, and soon she was pulling into her driveway.

Manjula lived in a gorgeous two-story house. When her husband had left her, she decided to stay in the house, and make the best of it. Manjula sat on her bed, taking off her shoes and socks. She stood before her full-length mirror, and gazed upon her body. She felt that same rush of pleasure again, and her nipples responded.

Bhoomika again flashed into her mind; she couldn't help but peel off her workout dress. Manjula loved how she looked in just tights. She turned around, and looked over her shoulder at her butt and legs in the reflection. She could see the faint outline of her black panties under the white tights. Placing her thumbs into the waistband, she slowly pulled the tights down her legs, and stepped out of them.

She turned back to face the mirror, and gazed upon the reflection of her nearly nude body. Whips of dark pubic hair peeked out from the sides of her panties. Her lips parted as she saw the dark spot at her crotch; she knew at that moment that she had to masturbate. Once again, her vision of Bhoomika flashed into her mind. Manjula felt totally confused. She had never, ever, thought of women in this way. She had a few bi-sexual friends, but the thought of being with another woman had never interested her, until this very moment.

Her mind raced; she had always masturbated to the thoughts of naked men, with gorgeous bodies and hard cocks; chiseled men that would be hers. Bhoomika's body was now painted in her mind. It was a picture she couldn't erase, and she didn't want to. Her senses were coming alive; she could smell the faint aroma of sweat on her body, and it was enticing. Still standing in front of the mirror, she removed her panties, and sat back on the bed. The mirror continued to provide a view of her. Manjula spread her legs, and gazed at the sight of her pussy, her pubic hair still damp from the combination of sweat and sex.

She became aware of how hard her nipples were; she felt totally aroused, totally sexy. This was not like the usual masturbation session; in the past she had always had to work hard to achieve an orgasm. But today she seemed on the edge already. The sight of her own body making her shudder with excitement. Manjula ran her fingernails along the insides of her thighs; she imagined it was Bhoomika's hands doing this, not her own. Now the word "Bhoomika" escaped her lips. In one motion her fingers touched her lips, parting them, exposing her hard clit.

Manjula's upper body jerked forward, her eyes widening, her chest heaving. A stream of her wetness flowed from her pussy onto the bed, and her fingers were quick to retrieve it. She brought those fingers up to her mouth, slowly licked them clean, enjoying the taste of herself. Amazingly, she imagined that she tasted Bhoomika, and the fingers of her left hand began to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her ass and legs tightened as she enjoyed the feeling of making love to herself. She was past the point of no return; her sexual feelings now controlled her mind. Manjula thought of the locker room, the women wandering in a casual fashion.

How she now wished she had gone with them & spent more time. Now her right hand joined her left in pleasuring her clit, two pairs of thumbs and forefingers squeezing, rubbing, rotating. Her legs instinctively spread wider, extending out in the open, toes pointed. Manjula's body swayed as she fought desperately to prolong her pleasure. She could see Bhoomika, feel her, and taste her.

Her stomach tightened, and she forced her eyes to focus on her reflection. Manjula could resist her feelings no longer; with one last enduring movement, she pinched her clit madly, and a loud groan seemed to flow from all parts of her body. The orgasm gripped her tightly, ripping through her from head to toe. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the unbelievable pleasure coursing through her, centering on her pussy. Loud moans escaped her, as wave after wave of pleasure wreaked havoc on her.

She fell back onto the bed, her hips grinding into her fingers, her feet on the bedrail supporting her body weight. Manjula arched her back high, cupping her crotch with both hands, and then she collapsed back onto the bed, breathing deeply. Still groggy, she became aware of the sweat dripping from her forehead, from her armpits, from between her breasts and stomach.

More visions of Bhoomika ran through her mind like some kind of private slide-show. Manjula finally released her grip on her pussy, and she pushed herself up to a sitting position. She looked at herself in the mirror again, and the erotic nature of the entire experience overwhelmed her. She suddenly felt strong, confident, and mentally aware of her experience.

Manjula stepped into her huge double shower off of her bedroom, and stepped under the now warming water. She reflected on her feelings. "Am I that attracted to other women?", she thought. Her feelings could not be denied; she could not get the thought of Bhoomika out of her mind.

Manjula quickly dressed and did her make-up. It was only 5:00 p.m. on a Friday evening, and the entire city seemed to await her. She felt very bold, very defiant. Tonight she would explore her new feelings. It was time to forget about the past, and look to the future. Manjula locked her front door behind her. She stepped into her Ford, cranked up the engine, and sped out into a new world.

Confession of a Lesbian Lover:

A JJ Submission:

Hello dear readers: Your JJ is back to give a sizzling hot lesbian encounter. Continuously in the recent past we have been into the hostel samachar. This one will also be one more of a hostel life narration. What happens is even the lesbians are true and have an unforgiving love between them sometimes they face a problem.

Only a hand full of the lesbian openly end up in a gay wedding most of them even if they enjoy and seriously in love due to non ripening of the lesbian love in India they get separated. Mostly due to the Indian culture and conservative style of system many of the couples are separated, a very few groups exists as of now in India.

Lesbian lovers or couples get separated and are forced to follow the traditional system in some cases the love never gets exposed and these poor little lovers are compelled to get married leave behind their lesbian way of life. They become straight sexual oriented have family and give birth to children’s also lesbian urge slowly fades away. Once again there might be a few exceptions here and there who carry on the lesbian desires but this is no majority.

Below is a tragic narration of a lesbian who had to give up the relationship and after few years recollects the pre married life and she brings back the celestial events of yesteryears. No name and no descriptions just plain straight vanilla flavor narration after a few years of traditional married life a day visits the beach with her family while her husband takes their son to the shore the lesbian lover sits alone watching them play, the continuous beating of the waves the stiff breezes blowing across takes her back swiftly to the past and the wild erotic play unfolds. . . . . . . . . .

“I wrap my arms around your waist from behind as you turn your head and our lips meet. I close my eyes and savor the taste and feel of your lips massaging mine. "Come on." I take your hand and lead you over to a blanket, gentle breeze. Next to us is a battery operated radio and an ice bucket containing two bottles of KF beer.

"This is a private beach a common friend of us owns," I explain as we sit down next to each other on the blanket,

"While the owner's away on vacation he said we could use it. There's nobody around for miles except you and me.

" I wink and pull out the beer bottle, and two glasses from the basket. The sound of water gently lapping at the sand.

Pouring the beer, I look out into the sunset and inhale the scent of your perfume mixed with the fresh ocean air. The temperature is just right, the ocean is calm, the sky is clear, except for a few small clouds towards the sun that are lit up in a rainbow of colors, and I've got the worlds' most beautiful girl right next to me. This evening is perfect. But not even the beauty of the sunset can compare to the sparkle in your eyes as I hand you your glass of beer.

"Sweetie, you're the most wonderful girlfriend in the world.

This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me.

" Leaning forward, you kiss my lips again. I want the kiss to go on forever, but you pull away smiling, and take a sip of your beer.I, too, take a sip of beer and keep my glass on the table. Pushing the play button on the radio, soft romantic music starts to flow from the speakers.

I pull out some of your favorite eatables and chips from the basket and set them on the table in front of us. Neither one of us says much as we enjoy our snacks, watching the sun as it slowly sinks beyond the horizon. By the time we finish our snacks and 2nd glass of beer, only a small fraction of the sun is still peeking above the water.

"It's so nice out here. I wish this night could never end.." You say.

Looking up, there's already a star overpowering the last of the suns rays and shining down on us. "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. Hmmm," Pondering over what I could wish for, I glance to my right, over at you.

Dressed in 3/4th and a casual T-shirt, I watch you lean back on the blanket and prop yourself up with your elbows. Your beauty nearly causes me to forget to breath. "I guess there's really nothing left for me to wish for now that I have you. You're everything I could ever ask for and more." After taking turns feeding each other roasted cashew nuts, and removing the empty packets out of the way, we lay back on the blanket.

You rest your head on my chest and I hold you close in my arms. The sun is now completely set, and for a few minutes we are silent, staring up at the stars and full moon.

"There goes a meteor!"

You quickly point to a shooting star with a long blueish tail.

"Yeah, I saw it too. It's great out here isn't it? There's gotta be a million stars in the sky. You definitely don't get a view like this in the city."

"Anywhere is great as long as I'm with you." You reply and look up at me.

I smile and begin kissing your lips again. Only this time the kiss doesn't end so soon. Keeping you in my arms and not breaking the kiss, I lift your head off my chest and lay you back on the blanket, keeping my hand behind your head, feeling your silky hair between my fingers.

I slowly and softly run my other hand up along your side and stop at your breast. Our kiss intensifies as you pull my body closer to yours. I move my hand over your breast and gently give it a squeeze. I open my mouth a little wider and let our tongues massage each other. Slowly, I move my hand back down your side and lift your T-shirt up a little, holding onto you and rubbing your stomach with my thumb.You move your hand along my cheek and down to my chest where you undo the first button of my sleeveless cotton shirt.

You begin working on the second button and I start kissing your cheek, trailing my lips down to your neck then giving it soft kisses. Gently brushing my lips over your soft skin, I move back up and find your lips with mine again. By now you're on the last button, and you push the shirt off my shoulders. I raise up to take the shirt off the rest of the way and help you remove yours.

We kiss again and both unclasp each other's bras at the same time. After tossing them to the side, we continue to kiss as I lay you back down. Again I start kissing your neck, then trail down your chest where I give each nipple a gentle kiss, making them hard and you moan softly. I kiss my way down further and stop at your belly button, unfasten your 3/4th and gently trail my tongue over your stomach some more.

"That tickles." You giggle.

I grin and begin pulling your shorts down. I stop to quickly remove your sandals, and pull your shorts the rest of the way off. I kick my shoes off as well, and start kissing your legs. I begin at your calves, kiss your knees, and continue trailing my lips and tongue up to your thighs. I can tell your panties are already wet from your pussy's desire.

The scent of you intoxicates me and I kiss your clit through your panties causing you to moan again. I hook my fingers in the elastic and pull your panties off, tossing them aside with the rest of our clothes. Quickly undoing my own shorts, I pull both them and my panties off at the same time.Both of us naked now, I lay over you and give you another deep, passionate kiss.

My hand finds your pussy and I press a finger softly against your clit. Your body jerks at my touch. I move my head back down to your breast, where I softly plant kisses everywhere except your sensitive nipples. My finger begins trailing up and down the lips of your pussy. You are completely soaked. I give your left nipple a quick lick and press the tip end of my middle finger into your tight pussy hole.

Inside your pussy is so soft and warm... I lick your right nipple, flicking my tongue back and forth, then closing my lips around it and gently sucking. My finger slides completely inside you and I gently massage your throbbing clit with my thumb. I move back over to your left nipple and begin sucking on it, very gently catching it between my teeth, and running my tongue back and forth against it. Finally, I slide another finger inside of you and continue fingering you for a few minutes while I enjoy having your tits in my mouth.

You begin trembling as you climb to orgasm, but then I stop rubbing your clit, slowly pull my fingers out of your pussy, and lick them clean. You moan again, this time in disappointment and the need to cum. But I want to make sure you have an orgasm you'll never forget. I give both your nipples a final kiss and trail my tongue down over your stomach and kiss all around your pussy. My mouth is watering and my taste buds long for the taste of your sweet cunt. Using the tip of my tongue, I lick your outer lips, trailing softly around your clit.

You spread your legs further, exposing your beautiful pussy to glisten in the moonlight. I slide my tongue into your hole, then lick back up, stopping just before I reach your clit, then lick back down again. I repeat the process, this time my tongue circling completely around your clit once more."Fuck me Geetha. Please, fuck me." You beg, and begin to massage your clit yourself. I kiss the back of your hand, but then playfully slap it away.

"That's my job." I wink again, but you have your eyes closed and your head back, thrusting your pussy upward towards my hungry mouth.

I lick one last circle around your clit before finally closing my lips around it. You moan louder this time, and I suck gently for a few seconds, then start slowly moving your clit around with my tongue. Slowly, I insert two fingers back into your hungry pussy and move them in and out while my tongue continues to tease your clit. With every thrust of my fingers and flick of my tongue, I feel your pussy getting hotter and wetter.

I lick from my fingers back up to your clit a few times before focusing completely on your clit again. Using my tongue, I massage your clit in a circular motion, occasionally stopping to suck on it a few seconds. Once again, you start to reach orgasm. I feel your pussy squeeze around my fingers and pull them in deeper. And once again I stop massaging your clit, and slow down the pace of my fingering before you can cum."God, please make me cum Geethu. Please!

I'm ready to explode." You continue to beg me.I ignore your pleas, and begin to massage your tits with my free hand. I pull my fingers out of your pussy and rub your clit gently. Squeezing your nipple between my fingers with one hand, I run my other hand back down along the outer lips of your pussy, and position my mouth back over your clit. I quickly begin sucking your clit and flick my tongue back and forth over it at the same time. This time you begin to cum a lot quicker.

I push my fingers back inside your awaiting cunt, and continue massaging your breast. Your pussy spasms around my fingers, and I suck even harder on your clit as you press it into my mouth as hard as you can. My fingers massage your pussy from the inside as it contracts and gets even tighter. I use my tongue to spell out our names over your clit.

Now that you've finally managed to cum, it seems you can't stop as my tongue massages your clit as hard and fast as it can. Finally, you screaming and moaning subsides, and I feel the warmth of your pussy juices flowing over my hand. I give your pussy a couple last licks, then lick your cum off my fingers. "Mmm Geethu you taste great, you're finger licking good." My other hand is still playing with your breast as I come up and lay back beside of you.

Despite the coolness of the night, I see a few beads of sweat glistening on your face. You roll over and kiss me, long and hard. Now you're on top of me, your nipples and clit matching perfectly against mine. The feeling is Heaven. You start giving small thrusts of your hips, so that our clits are softly massaging each other now. I moan as you slip your tongue past my lips and continue grinding. My pussy is now beyond dripping, and I know it won't take much for me to cum.

You must know too, for you pull away, giving a mischievous grin saying, "Now's payback for all that teasing you gave me." We play the same game again and again until we are fully spent and slip into sleep. When I opened my eyes it took some time adjust to the darkness and there I can see my husband and son coming towards us.

JJ