Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2001 13:13:06 +0530
From: Alisha <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Monsoon Wedding Part V

Monsoon Wedding Part V By Alisha

The monsoon starts at Bombay during July-Aug season. The monsoon makes the
life of an average Bombayite miserable. The train tracks gets under flood
and everywhere you see dark mud and ugly surroundings. More than half of
Bombay people live in slums. For water they pierce holes in the main water
pipe passing through their surroundings making water contaminated with
germs and what not.

So in monsoon season Bombay looks very ugly. All offices gets shut down for
weeks since railway stops its services. People are affected with diarrhea
and cholera. So I hate to spend monsoon at Bombay.

It was one such monsoon night, my husband phoned me that he was stuck up
Thane and rail system is interrupted there. He told me that he cannot come
home for three days and I have to take care of myself and my daughter. In
Bombay crime rate is considerably less as far as common man is
concerned. It is the only city in India where women can go for night shift
and come home safely even at 2 a.m. So I had no worries about absence of my
husband. I was get used to it in fact as my husband was to travel a lot.

It was a surprise for me to find Asha and her husband pressing my door bell
on a rainy day. They were drenched in rain, and I asked them to change
their clothes and get dry. I served tea to them and asked about their
unexpected visit. Asha's husband had a sister at New Bombay and they were
on their way to visit them. But due to flood trains have stopped their
services. So they had to alight at Kurla and since our flat was nearby they
came to us. I welcomed them and said my husband would miss them as he is
not expected to come within two days. I asked them to stay at our flat till
train services start. We had our own limitations to accommodate guests as I
had only one bedroom. So we did not encourage our relatives or friends to
stay with us.

When it was night I arranged our bedroom to the newly wedded couple and I
along with my daughter stayed at a couch in the patio. I heard some murmurs
and giggles from the room and I felt very jealous thinking about beautiful
Asha being fucked by an older guy in the bed I used to sleep. I could not
sleep well, I was thinking about the nudity and sexuality of Asha, which I
have enjoyed for some days.  I was eager to see her nude body once
again. So I did a shameful act. I moved to the closed door of our bedroom
and put my eyes through the key hole. They have not switched off the light
in the room. So I was able to get a clear view of the room and the couple
inside. I was surprised to see Asha completely naked and was sitting on the
floor. Her husband was standing there and his penis was being sucked by
Asha. I also suck my husband's cock once in a while. But I could not like
the sight of beautiful Asha sucking his ugly black penis in her sensual
mouth. Asha was sucking it like a cock sucking expert. She was taking it as
whole in her mouth and I could see his pubic hair brushing on her face. His
penis was not much large, the edge was not circumcised.  Asha put her hands
at its edge and moved the foreskin back. Keeping the rose edge in her hand
she was sucking the tip like eating a candy. After some time he took his
penis from her mouth and directed her to move to bed. Asha was standing in
the bed like a cow keeping her hands and legs on the bed. She was wearing
only a gold chain on her neck and another chain around her waist. She
looked like a golden statue in the light. Her husband moved behind her and
with his eyes he spread her ass cheeks. I was shocked to find her hubby
inserting his penis to her asshole and not on her pussy. I felt it
disgusting. But I was surprised to see Asha accommodated his erected penis
and was moving to and fro as per his thrusts into her. He was applying his
hands on her dangling breasts and was fucking her in doggie fashion. Soon
they moved round in the bed and Asha faced me. I put my hands into my
panties and was masturbating. I saw her face coated with sweat beads and
her dangling tits which have become more sagging than when I milked them. I
was surprised to see a wicked smile blooming on her. I could not recognize
the reason for her smile. Was she enjoying being fucked like a dog?. Then
she winked at the door and I understood that she got the idea that I was
standing behind the keyhole and looking at her fucking. Her husband fucked
her in that position for some time and then he nodded her to lay with her
back on the bed. He then began fucking her in missionary position which is
favoured by most men. Her tits were moving and she was laughing wildly. The
knowledge of another person seeing her body excited her. After some time
the guy collapsed on her. I moved from the keyhole and went to my coach. I
was feeling wet. So I removed my clothes and started masturbating keeping
my legs wide lying on the coach and inserting three fingers in to my
pussy. I was very busy to achieve an orgasm, which I yearned badly. Then I
felt a hand on my breasts and turned to see Asha standing naked at the head
of the coach. She put her hands on my tits and started to knead them. Soon
my nipples got erected and she was pinching them. Then she stood there half
bowed fashion and reached her dangling breasts to my mouth. I was
overwhelmed by her offer and took her dangling breasts into my mouth and
began to suck them alternatively. Soon she moved more on my belly and took
my hands away from my pussy. She spread my thighs wide and soon I felt her
soft hair all spread over my belly. She opened my outer labia and touched
my inner lips with her tongue. She was doing a clockwork technique which is
famous in the art of cunnilingus. The task is to consider the full vaginal
opening as a clock. The clitoris is considered as 12 and starting from
there the tongue is moved like a second hand of clock and lick the whole
pussy hole in a systematic fashion. When one round is completed you have to
take the clit in your lips and press there like pressing a switch matching
the number of cycle. That is you have to kiss six times on the clitoral bud
when you have traveled round the vagina for the sixth time. This can make
any woman wild and she will be your slave for the lifetime, no matter
whether you are a man or woman. I loved Asha's enthusiasm and the risk she
took in order to please me. She was doing a sixty nine while her husband
was snoring after his daily fuck. Asha took me to seventh heaven by her
skills and I was eager to give back her the pleasure. I sucked her vagina
with the fluid injected by her husband without any reluctance. But I did
not like the taste of semen in her pussy. Then I licked her asshole too.

It took half an hour to attain a mutual orgasm between us. After that we
were lying in arms cuddling each other's body. Then Asha told me that her
husband was longing to get an opportunity to fuck me and if I allow him to
fuck me, then we two can enjoy our lesbian affair as much as possible. I
thought about the idea. I was not fucked by anybody else than my husband
after my marriage. I considered the risk involved. My husband was not due
in two days. My desire to have sexual relation with Asha finally won and I
told her I may accommodate him just for one time. Then she went to her room
and I slept until I was awake by the milkman in the morning.

I sent my daughter to school and I called my office and informed them that
I need leave for two days. Prakash, (it was name of Asha's husband) was
sipping tea and looking at me eagerly through the corner of his eye. "It
was nice of you to come, anyway." I said to Prakash. " Today we cannot do
any sight seeing or shopping. All traffic is disrupting. I don't see why
today should not be enjoyable for all three of us," I added directly
challenging him by the implied suggestion of a threesome.

"Well Didi (respected sister) , have you got courage to do it?. Personally
I have no objection in you two woman seeking pleasure, but I want to have
you for one time in my life. It is my humble wish and yearning desire when
I first saw you at our wedding. ", He replied.

"Why are you eager to fuck me while you have a beautiful young girl with
you?", I asked him.

"Didi, I prefer matured woman, I was lead into my first sexual experience
by my aunt who was 40 years old at that time. From then on matured woman
are my passion", He said.

"How did it happen?", I was curious. Then Asha also joined our talk. She
had taken her bath and was wearing only a long towel put above her breasts
and was weaving her wet hair using her fingers. We could see her wet hairs
at the armpits. This sight aroused my sexual desire towards her.

"I was staying with my aunt in my childhood. She was married to a military
man. He used to spend two months in an year with her. All other time she
was living alone. I was staying with her so that she may not left alone in
nights. Then one day she was writhing in pain, when I reached her
house. She said to me that she had eaten some food and its making her
stomach upset. She asked me to press her stomach. I started pressing her
stomach. Then she loosed her dress and asked me to press lower. I
obliged. I moved my palm down her navel. Soon my hands came to touch her
thick pussy hair. I was shocked and took my hands away. I never guessed
woman may have hair in other parts of the body than her head. But my aunty
took my hand and asked me to press down . Soon she removed her cloth full
and I was pressing on her hairy cunt. She then lead me to suck her pussy
and finally lead me to an intercourse. From that day onwards I became an
addict to matured woman and I do not get much pleasure from younger woman",
Prakash told his story to us.

Asha then dropped her towel and stood their stark naked except for her gold
chains at waist and neck and asked her husband. "You don't like my cute
pussy, you bastard, you like only gray pussies?"

I was shocked at her outburst. I felt my head spinning and I forgot
Prakash, I frantically moved to her and grabbed her. "Dear Asha, I crave
for the taste of your young sweet pussy, I want it badly dear, let Prakash
eat my old pussy".

I put her on the bed and attacked her pussy with my mouth. Soon I felt
Prakash's hand behind my back and he was removing my churidar and
panties. As I started sucking Asha's cream coloured pussy, Prakash started
sucking my asshole which was open to him from his side.  My tongue divided
her cunt lips and sought the vaginal entrance. The soft wetness of a young
cunt roused my passions. My asshole was getting penetrated by Prakash. I
was rubbing my mouth against the inner lips of Asha's cunt and as I was
moving up and down by the Prakash's attempt to enter his penis into my
asshole, one moment I was touching the tip of her clitoris with my tongue
and the next sliding into her cunthole.

As she began shaking violently in my arms I gripped hold of her and clasped
her to me, pressing her tits to mine. Almost at the same time Prakash moved
behind me and moved his head between my thighs and buried his mouth into my
hairy cunt.

Soon we changed positions and she moved between us. " Ooh, Oh, Go on , I
love it, both of you, do what you like to me, both of you, suck me, fuck
me, yes, burn my asshole yes yes". Asha was moaning.

Prakash was muff diving into her. He then told me "Didi, I am going to fuck
her, you can suck her breasts". Prakash plunged his big penis into the
delicate cunt of Asha. I lay still on her side while Praksah was fucking
her. I looked down to see his big prick now fully erect move towards her
cuntlips as he got between her thighs. It was a provoking and stimulating
sight to see his penis appearing and disappearing from and to into her
pussy. Her pussy was drenched with all love juice it was emitting. I
decided to make this opportunity to have a clit-to-clit contact. After some
time Prakash fell from her to the bed. The cock was still hard but was
ejaculated.  I began to stroke her nipples and when her nipples were fully
erect I bought my hand to the bottom of her belly and I probed her slit,
moved my finger in and out of her dripping cunt. As I made her thrilling
with excitement I felt my clitoris engorged to the size of my thumb and I
pressed my pussy against her thighs. As soon as our cunts meet together I
felt and electricity passing through me.

My clitoris reached its maximum size and I rubbed it against her shapely
thighs. I was now ready to fuck her. I ignored Prakash's silent presence
and moved on top of her. I rubbed on her hairy pussy using my big thighs
for some time and then I put her vaginal hole wide open. I used my hand to
put my clitoris into her small hole and I imitated Prakash doing fucking on
a woman. I was then able to urge my oversized clitoris on her asshole
too. I placed on hand underneath her thigh and sought her smaller clitoris
with my thumb and index finger. In a few minutes I got the rhythm of
fucking and made her moan with joy. Prakash was seeing my act with
jealousy. He had seen that I was competently fucking his wife like him even
though my clitoris was only 2 inch long.

Asha began to shudder and moan with delight. We were on the edge of our
climaxes. Within seconds I rubbed my clitty against her with all my might
and we both arrived at a good orgasm. After that I allowed Prakash to fuck
me. He was fond of making me in doggie fashion and I accommodated his penis
into my ass hole. Thus I allowed another person to fuck me for two times on
that day. He got exhausted and slept like a child for the rest of the
day. I and Asha used this time to do whatever we could do between two
women. The next day the couple left us. I went to see off them to the
station. Then my husband also arrived by the same train. As there was a
crossing we got opportunity to spend some time. He was not much eager to
ask them to elongate their stay as he did not like to spare our bedroom to
anybody else.

Thank you readers, for all of your support and suggestions to write more.
The story ends here.

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