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Click hereThe stories to be described are all from a time I was more than eighteen years of age. No person in this story is less than eighteen years of age.
Am not a writer by any level of imagination nor a literature student and do not have any wish to take writing as a profession yet. So the stories being told will have wordings as they appear in my mind. I just want to jot down my life story, from 19 till date, without trying to write my sexual autobiography.
I do not like crude scenes, so although I will try to tell everything as openly as they happened, my stories may not include hardcore sex - so if you choose to read mine which I definitely will request you to, I will hope you do not complain later.
I would also request all my readers to spare a few minutes and write whatever they felt after reading the stories, if possible.
Though each part till now can be read individually, I would suggest that the reader goes chronologically as it would perhaps help them to understand the happenings better.
Five days later, when we met again, this time at Sanchari's home to study, the first thing everyone wanted to know was more details on didi's (elder sister's) story.
"Her husband was coming again for last three days. She left with him today morning" Sanchari said with a very angry tone.
I asked "Yeah, but what happened in between? Same as before?"
Sanchari said "Yeah more or less. But since that day, she did not fight with him anymore."
We all screamed "Tell us more tell us more, more details, all details, full details"
Sanchari said "Yesterday, I saw him coming up the stairs. We had a few words, he went to didi's room and I went back to my room and closed the door. After a few minutes, I saw through the verandah window, didi was removing her sari.
"She was not wearing any blouse or petticoat and in a few seconds, she became fully nude and stood in front of him with her hair fully open.
"She then kneeled down in front of him, opened the zip, took his rod out, and put it in her mouth, slowly sucking and kissing it. I saw her remove his top skin, and lick the top red hat repeatedly. Am not sure if I saw it right but I think I saw her face clinch in hatred for a few seconds and then it again became normal.
He smiled and said "That's my good randi (slut). I'll take you home if I find you so well behaved for the next few days. Behave properly, learn to obey and I promise you will not have much problem in your life anymore."
"He pulled her by her hair, and started kissing her boobs, biting her nipples very hard and didi started wincing in pain and tried to move away again. He suddenly slapped her twice and threw her on her bed and started mauling her right boob while biting her left one hard, exactly like the earlier day.
"Didi was moaning and I saw her pushing his head down but couldn't understand why.
"He suddenly left her boobs, pulled her left arm over her head and smiled. "Good job randi, you stopped shaving completely as I told you" and started licking her armpits. I saw him making them fully wet while didi was shifting out on bed under him and moaning louder.
"He started licking her face, and I could see her skin getting full of his spit. You won't believe, I was feeling revolted watching his spit covering my sister's face but she didn't say one word.
He went down, licking and biting her all over, now spitting on her directly and licked both boobs and covered them fully with his spit. Didi started moaning again, pushing his head softly towards her legs.
"He then went between his legs and I saw didi has started growing hair there also. Earlier, she never let one spec of hair growth anywhere on her and her arms and legs were always clean. I saw him looking at her pussy, kissing it and then he said "Good job randi. Good start. I want a jungle here, fully covering you so that when you do your nude randiwalk anywhere, no one should be able to see your cunt."
"Suddenly he opened her legs fully and started spitting and licking her pubic hair making it fully wet. Didi was moaning hard and was trying to hold her head and push it but he was ignoring her completely. I saw him opening her pussy slit fully and saying " I checked with Bishanda and you have indeed been my good randi and didn't go out to get fucked. So I'll give you a prize today."
Sanchari suddenly jumped on me, lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down in a flash and opened my pussy and licked me hard, once twice, thrice. Her bra free large boobs were pressing my thighs and I felt every girl there draw a breath. It was as if an electric current passed from my pussy to all corners of my body and I immediately felt getting wet there and started writhing. Like the dirty girl she is, Sanchari lapped up whatever little juices my pussy produced and rubbed her nose in my slit making me moan like anything. It was such a new different feeling that I started getting goosebumps and felt my pussy leaking more and more and started screaming "ohh aahhh ohhh Sanchari ki korchis(What are you doing Sanchari) ahhh aaro aaro (more more)."
My body suddenly started convulsing with a feeling that clearly triggered from my pussy and was spreading all over. My pussy started leaking on its own and I found Sanchari rubbing her nose in that mess. I started squirming and wriggling hard while I felt her licking away my juices, rubbing her nose inside my hole and then using her lips to eat my clit.
Suddenly, amongst all this, I started to rush my juices out from my pussyhole in a fountain, washing her face completely while my body involuntarily writhed and my pussy forced itself hard rubbing her lips nose and face, drowning her completely with my leak. My mind went to Heaven, straight, on a One Way Ticket.
In that exhilarating moment, I found my mind feeling a bit of a shame but I didn't care, my body or more truthfully, my pussy was controlling me completely and I was enjoying every split second of what was happening and wanted it to continue forever but was slowly feeling my excitement going down.
"This is exactly what he did to my didi" Sanchari panting and grasping for breath said. Her face, hair and her top was fully wet and sticky with my juices with her boobs and nipples were showing clearly through her wet top. "He licked and ate her pussy while she squirmed, moaned and screamed all over the bed. Didi didn't throw out so much like Rani did just now though"
"Once didi stopped squirming, he kissed her pussy again, licked her pussy dry and asked "Liked your prize, bitch? Be my randi and you will get more."
"Didi just nodded her head panting while he opened his shirt, pant and underwear and became nude - his rod looking even more hard and black than before. He pulled her legs apart and pushed his rod inside her fully at one stroke and started fucking her hard.
"Didi just let out a soft "ah" and lied like that. She was wet so a regular 'poch poch poch' sound started coming. Didi just closed her eyes and got fucked. Her face was completely impassionate, looking fully oblivious to the fact that a man was fucking her pussy, hard. From his face, it was clear he also didn't care about her reactions and just wanted to fuck her and nothing else. He started fucking her harder and harder and then suddenly, like the other day, took his rod out and sprayed her face, boobs and stomach with his white jelly.
"He stood then at a little distance from the bed, as if waiting for something. I found didi moving slowly, getting up and kneeling down in front of him and again taking his rod in her mouth and licking it. She sucked it for a few minutes and then took it out from her mouth, kissed the tip and started licking it fully, from his hair to the tip, again and again, licking the tip specially.
"At a point, she stopped and looked at his face from there. He smiled and said "Good job randi, you learn fast. Experienced sluts have some use, after all."
"He pulled her up by her hair, bit her nose making red marks of his teeth there and said "You are mine, fully mine. I will fuck you as I want, when I want. No one else should touch you, ever. Understand this bitch and your life will get better. Be ready on Sunday this time, I will take you home. Now wear that rag and see me off at the door. " She just nodded."
"I saw them both getting dressed and rushed back to my room, lying on my bed. In a few minutes, there was a knock and he was calling my name. I opened the door and saw him standing at the door and didi behind him. At that moment, I knew, what 'looking fucked' meant. Didi had somehow covered herself with that old sari and her skin around her lips and face and her nose had hard red bite marks. She wore no blouse again and her left boob was half open with red teeth marks clearly showing, out of her sari cover. Her face and hair had those white jelly drying on them.
"He suddenly hugged me and I found his hands rubbing my back. Few seconds. Very softly, he whispered in my ear "Enjoyed? One day, I'll fuck you like that, my dearest Sali (Sister in law)."
"Then he said aloud "Bye for now, my dear Sali" and smiled in a very crude way at me."
"I shuddered.
"Didi suddenly went near him, hugged him, kissed his heart and said "Can you please take me home now? Or tomorrow? I don't want to live without you anymore."
"He openly pressed her boob in front of me and said "OK, we will go back tomorrow"
"Didi pulled him by his hand softly and said "Let me see you off at the main door."
"They went downstairs, holding hands. I noticed didi did not care about her left boob now completely spilling out from her sari and bouncing softly when she walked.
"From the stairs, I saw her opening the door, him walking out, her slamming the door and saying out loud, in English "Son of a bitch. Motherfucker."
"She suddenly saw me standing on the stairs and said, again in English "He was feeling you for your bra. He saw you watching from the window when you saw us in my room. Stay away from him. I don't care how. Stay away. He has fucked my life completely. I don't want him to screw yours."
"I shuddered again and realized that is why he was feeling my back. I was braless and he was trying to push my boobs on his front.
"I asked her "Didi, why don't you divorce him and stay here?"
"She said "I don't need to. I know how to control him now. Fully. All men are bastards. The next one may be worse. You just need to know how to handle them - it took me time to learn but now I know. Before leaving tomorrow, I will tell you everything so that you are prepared. Fully."
Roma asked "Then?"
Sanchari winked and said "Long story but I will tell you only if at least one of you licks my pussy like I licked Rani's. Now decide who will."
To be continued...
@Peter_Cleveland
Thanks for your comments.
Being lesbian , degree varies, is one of the major ways that we girls learned about The Next Step while growing up as (having stayed in Boston , can note my observations) open dating is now coming into fashion for the last about 20 years here only.
Having been through mutual masturbation as noted earlier, pre acceptance was there , not guilt. That expression of Sanchari on me has a reason - if I feel like , will write some day as part 2 of Sanchari's didi.
Oh and India has it's share of Puritans , so to day. A large % are.
These stories of my life that I am trying to write are with a shade of trepidation even at 40, what if X or Y reads this and asks .....
I discovered Chapter 2 just now. It's a wild story, and I like it. Didi's husband's behavior is "over the top" by American standards--but possibly men like him are more common in India than here in the U.S.?
What especially strikes me is that all the characters seem to accept human sexual behavior without the slightest touch of guilt, shame, or fear--even the naïve Rani and her two female companions, who know very little about sex (but are learning remarkably quickly). In this chapter, Rani enjoyed her first lesbian sex (and I think her first orgasm) without a hint of the trauma, guilt, and worries that would beset most American teenaged girls in the same situation.
Is that because, in a stroke of good luck, India was never invaded by and colonized by the Puritans, as we poor slobs in North America were? (Of course, India did suffer colonization by the Victorians--who, among other vices, were even more prudish about sex than the Puritans.)
In any case, I'm finding this series sexy, amusing, and a very interesting glimpse into another culture. Please keep writing, Rani!
Anonymous, I do read the good Indian writers and comments very favorably on them. The Indian porn joke is the inevitable cuck and whore story that 99% of them are. Like 80% of the would bees who post in LW, I have 0 writing talent. Unlike those posted, I have no urge to impose any more garbage on the LW readers. BTW, I’ve enjoyed all your posts too.
@26thNC
I think the biggest joke is that a person who has not published a single story here, yet manages to post over 32,000 comments on all other people’s works exists in this space.
Granted that this story is crappy, but English is not the mother tongue of almost every Indian writer here. However you will still find some fine Indian writers on Lit whose works can be rated higher than those of some of the better scribes here, who are also native speakers of English or American English.
Go read those authors and enjoy their stories. And try writing some of your own instead of perpetually commenting on the tales of others.