I was staying the night at Rahul’s house; his folks were away overnight and we were going to drink some beer and watch a porn video that he’d borrowed from an older lad. We were just reaching that period in a boy’s life when he wanks most frequently – in our case about 6 or 7 times a day. I know the number for Rahul too because we discussed sex endlessly, as boys do, but rather more candidly than most; we often used to wank together, and I was quite at ease with the sight of his cock spurting its load of mayonnaise onto a towel, or the grass, or a poster, wherever we happened to be. We would wind each other up with fantasies of girls and what we would do to them; I think now that there was an element of homosexuality in our relationship, although we never touched each other sexually.
The beer turned out to be an anticlimax; Rahul was unable to buy any and his folks only had a couple of bottles in the fridge. The video, however, was good; we sat on the settee, jeans agape, briefs tucked under our balls, towels to hand, and watched a long-suffering but amazingly orgasmic girl being penetrated in every orifice by a succession of faceless men. Almost all our sex education came from such masterpieces. We had got our cocks nicely stoked up and leaking precum onto our stomachs, and were keeping them at full readiness with the occasional stroke, waiting for the climax, so to speak, of the film. Suddenly we heard the noise of the kitchen door opening and a female voice called out ‘Hello, boys!’ ‘Shit!’ gasped Rahul, frantically trying to cram his erection back into his jeans. ‘It’s Mayank’s mum from next door.’ In a blind panic I almost caught my cock in my zip. We had just got ourselves more or less decent when the door opened and she looked in. ‘OK, lads? I told your mum I’d pop in to make sure you were all right,’ she said cheerily. We had both gone vivid red. She entered the room and glanced at the TV, then grinned widely.
Fuck! The porn video was still playing! ‘I can see you’re enjoying yourselves! Mind if I join you?’ She plonked herself down in an armchair. Rahul and I were in shock. We both stared straight ahead at the TV, seeing nothing, forcing ourselves to avoid catching her eye. I cast furtive sideways glances. Mayank’s mum – Mrs. Kapoor, as I remembered; her son was a couple of years older than us – was an attractive woman with short spiky black hair and a figure that compared favorably with the girl on the screen. Her tight jeans and even more skin-hugging top showed that blatantly. I didn’t know how old she was, but working backwards, unless she had had a teenage pregnancy, she must have been nearly 38. But for a woman that age in India she was in extremely good shape. I found myself thinking that I’d never fancied anyone that old before. ‘Do you think they’re going to cum all over her face? I always like to see that,’ she observed casually. I couldn’t speak or look at her. I wondered how we were going to get out of this situation. ‘There’s no need to be embarrassed, boys,’ she said kindly. ‘Go on, have a wank if you want. I see you’ve got the towels ready.’ We stared at her but she was watching the screen intently. I noticed that her nipples were visible under the thin top – surprisingly she wore no bra. Slowly, almost unconsciously, she undid the button of her jeans and let the zip slide down. I saw the waistband of her white panties. Her fingers slipped under it and I watched the bulge travel down to her tight crotch. She was masturbating! This adult woman was wanking herself in front of us two boys! My heart almost stopped. Rahul nudged me. He too had been transfixed by the sight. It was far better than anything being simulated on the video by some American chicks.
Boldly he undid his jeans and let his erection pop out again. I followed suit, my cock harder than after several hours rubbing. We stroked gently, our eyes riveted on the slowly moving hump of her fingers under the tight denim. Suddenly she stopped and turned to us, our hands frozen in mid-cock. ‘That video’s not much good, is it?’ she said, smiling. ‘Wouldn’t you rather watch a real live Indian woman?’ We nodded stupidly. She got up and stood easily in front of us. ‘You’d better undress me then, hadn’t you?’ I couldn’t believe this was happening, but Rahul obviously could, because he sprang up and started pulling her top from out of her jeans. She just stood there and let him. He managed to pull it off over her head and we saw her plain white bra with her big nipples pushing out in front. ‘Come on, Samir,’ she smiled at me, ‘Don’t be left out!’ Galvanized into action, I went behind her and fumbled with the catch of her bra. Eventually I managed to work out how it undid and let the straps fall away. I heard a gasp from Rahul as her breasts came free. They were magnificent – not huge, but full and firm, hardly sagging at all, with big brown aureoles and fat nipples as big as my thumb. ‘You can touch,’ she murmured, arching her back slightly to thrust them forward. We did, hesitantly at first then bolder. The skin was hot and dry, firm but yielding. I cupped one in my hand and felt its weight and solidity. The nipple pressed firmly into my palm. Rahul bent and licked the puckered brown skin of her aureole, then daringly closed his mouth on the nipple.
She moaned blissfully. I pressed my mouth to the other nipple, loving its firm springy texture and rough dryness. I circled my tongue round it and nibbled gently, reassured by the fact that the rougher I was the louder she moaned. ‘Oh my god! That’s incredible!’ Her hand pressed against the back of my head, pushing my face into her breast. Her nipple swelled in my mouth. Finally she pushed our heads away. Her nipples were enormous and turgid. ‘Oh wow! That was too much. I’ve never had both done at once! I think you’d better get the rest of my clothes off quick.’ We unzipped her jeans completely and worked them down over her hips. She was wearing very small white panties that showed every curve of her pussy – the more so because there was a damp patch in the crotch. The smell of warm female musk hit us. We dragged her jeans off, taking her shoes with them, and hesitated. Was this grown-up woman really going to let us take her panties off? The answer was yes. She didn’t move as we took a side each and slowly pulled the flimsy material down the curve of her hips. I was expecting some pubic hair to be revealed, but she was totally bare! Just like the women in the videos. Her pubic mound was full and fat. As the top of the panties reached her crotch she tipped her hips forward slightly to bring her slit into view. I heard Rahul moan in delight as her bare pussy lips were exposed. The seams of the panties were caught in the crevices between her lips and thighs, and she opened her legs slightly to release them, but not so much that it made it difficult to drag the panties down to her feet. Only them did she plant her feet apart to give us an unrestricted view of her pussy. My head swam at the glorious sight of her full outer lips curving away between her legs. The slit between them was dark and inviting. Rahul reached out and hesitantly touched her bare pubic mound, then drew his finger down to stroke her lips. Not to be outdone, I ran my hands over her flat stomach and round to her swelling firm arse.
It was hot and satiny-smooth. Bolder, we explored her hips and upper thighs and buttocks and then her pussy itself, the lips cushiony and soft, with crinkly firmer skin poking out between. ‘I’ll sit down, then you can see better,’ she said softly, and did so, throwing her legs over the arms of the chair so that her crotch was revealed in all its glory. Her pussy gaped open; the wavy inner lips reminded me of a clam. The dark tunnel between glistened with wetness. I loved the way the tendons of her thighs all pointed at that central beauty. ‘These are the outer labia,’ she said in a dreamy voice, stroking them with her fingers. ‘Go on, you can touch. And these are the inner labia, and between them is my vagina.’ She pronounced it lovingly, holding the lips apart so we could see. ‘This is my peehole -‘ a tiny indentation in the pink membranes ‘- and this is my clitoris.’ She touched it affectionately. ‘This is the most important bit of a woman.’ If a bomb had gone off outside I don’t think Rahul and I would have noticed. We both did as she wished and explored her pussy with our fingers, feeling the elasticity of her labia, the slick smoothness of her membranes, and the rubbery bobble of her clit. I slipped a finger into her tunnel, wondering if she would object (she didn’t), marveling at the heat that engulfed me. ‘Shall I make myself cum?’ she whispered. ‘Yes,’ Rahul croaked. ‘OK, but I think you should get naked too. Then we’re equal.’ Hurriedly we stripped off, any embarrassment we might have had about showing our bodies to this woman removed by her blatant exhibitionist pose. We stood there facing her, our cocks at rock-hardness, bobbing in time with our heartbeats. Mrs. Kapoor began to circle her finger around her clit, while her other hand went to a breast and squeezed it. Her eyes closed. She used two fingers now to massage the area around her clit, occasionally dipping into her cavern to gather up some of the juice that welled there. Her nipple poked out between the fingers of her other hand and she gripped it tightly.
Gradually her speed increased, her hand whipping back and forth across her pubes, her clit rubbed hard under her fingers. Her hips began to buck, her head twisted from side to side. She gave a ragged cry and a flush spread over her chest and stomach. Her fingers were a blur. Her breasts heaved. Gradually she relaxed and her hand slowed, cupping her whole pussy and massaging it wetly. She was breathing heavily. Her eyes flickered open. ‘There. Did you enjoy that?’ she smiled at us. I had nearly cum without touching my cock and I expect Rahul had too. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life. It made me realize that all the female orgasms I had seen on video were obvious fakes. This woman was the real thing. ‘Come and let me take care of those for you,’ she said, indicating our cocks. Mine was dripping precum onto the carpet and felt about to burst. We went and stood on either side of the chair. She grasped our cocks in her fists and pulled them towards her mouth. We followed, putting a knee up on the chair arms so that she could get both cockheads in her mouth at the same time. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Her mouth was hot and delicious. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead and I groaned. Her fist clamped the base of my cock hard, stifling the incipient orgasm. She alternated her attentions between mine and Rahul’s cock, bringing each of us just to the brink and then stopping us from tipping over the edge. We leaned against the chair back, trying to fuck her mouth, but her fists always controlled us. I reached a plane of ecstasy I didn’t know existed. When she judged we were abut to explode, she gave us both a quick hard suck and wanked us fast with her fists.
Our cockheads were just between her wide-open lips. We both shouted together as the climaxes hit us hard and fast. Gallons of jism shot out of our cocks and splattered against the roof of her mouth, which quickly filled to overflowing. She closed her lips and directed further spurts onto her face and hair, then down to her neck and breasts. We both spasmed helplessly, pumping out our hot juvenile cum under the relentless squeezing of her fists. It was the biggest orgasm I had had to date. When we were both pulsing drily she released our tender cocks and squeezed her breasts with cum-wet hands. She gave a big smile, showing the white lake still in her mouth. I had only once seen a video in which the woman had more cum on her face. ‘Did you like that, boys?’ she said thickly. ‘My, you had a lot stored up for me, didn’t you?’ Once again we were stunned into silence. ‘My pussy needs a good licking,’ she purred. ‘Who’s first?’ I came to my senses first and knelt between her thighs. The smell of her sex juice made my head swim. The thought that I was about to taste a woman’s cunt for the first time in my life made my newly drained cock twitch. The appearance of her pussy had changed, presumably due to her recent orgasm. Her lips were more swollen and there was a film of juice over everything.
Her tunnel gaped. I lowered my face towards it. >From the moment my lips and tongue touched and tasted her cunt, I was hooked. I knew I would be an addict of pussy-eating for the rest of my life. I took to it like a duck to water, diving in and immersing my face in the gloriously wet slippery hot folds of female flesh. I couldn’t eat enough of the divine tangy taste of her sex juices. I slobbered and sucked and probed and bit and drank and licked furiously. After a while she pulled me off with a laugh. I noticed that Rahul had his mouth fastened on her nipple. ‘Steady on! Calm down, I’m not going to go away.’ Carefully she told me what to do, how to hook my arms around her hips to keep her body in place, how to tease her labia, how to rim her vagina with my tongue-tip, how to use my lips and tongue on her clit. From the frequent breaks in her voice it seemed as if I was doing it right. Then she got me to slip a couple of fingers into her tight tunnel, told me where to find her G-spot and made sure I could identify it, got me to rub it with the correct speed and degree of pressure. After that she stopped saying anything coherent. Her hips bucked and shook but I stayed locked in place. Her thighs clamped themselves around my head and her body trembled and shook and throbbed. I felt fluid running down my chin. Finally she pushed me away gently. ‘Hoo, boy! If you remember how to do that you’ll never be short of girlfriends!’ I would never forget the smallest detail. Then it was Rahul’s turn to be instructed in pussy-eating. I stood behind her and played with her breasts and nipples, rolling them between my fingers and pulling them quite roughly while watching his head bobbing between her legs. He too seemed to learn the lessons well, for her orgasm was at least as fierce and noisy as the one I’d given her.
I was quite shocked by the raw crude emotion in her voice; I had thought mothers were more refined. Mrs. Kapoor looked pretty exhausted, but Rahul and I were freshly erect and ready for more. Our faces were covered with her juice, and I realized that her breasts that I had been kneading so industriously were frothy with our mixed jism. It didn’t bother me. She lifted her legs from the arms of the chair and stood up languidly. I noticed a big wet patch on the edge of the seat. ‘I expect you want to fuck me now, don’t you?’ she smiled. She knelt on the edge of the sofa and rested her elbows on the back, then shuffled her knees wide apart. Her magnificent arse projected towards us, her wet splayed pussy beckoning below. ‘Normally you’d need a condom, but not with me. Who’s first?’ Eagerly I grabbed her hips and put my cock in her gaping entrance, then slid it in. Her hot wetness enveloped me and I almost came there and then. I felt her muscles grip me tightly. ‘That’s it,’ she said. ‘Take it nice and slow, long deep thrusts, right to the bottom, that’s how I like it. Can you feel me squeezing you?’ I stared down at my cock disappearing between her glorious labia. There seemed to be plenty of room for it inside her, but she didn’t feel loose at all. I could feel my balls slapping against her clit. Her buttocks were splayed wide and her anus was taut and deep. Immediately I fell in love with all female anuses. ‘Here Rahul, let me suck your cock. Don’t feel left out.’ He moved round to face her and she sucked his cock into her mouth eagerly. I pumped away feeling my balls tighten and my cock swell and harden as her muscles massaged me. The feeling was so novel and so delicious that I knew I wouldn’t last long. I didn’t. I buried myself up to the hilt in her and let rip a blast of cum into her innards. My knees buckled momentarily. When I softened and slipped out she said, ‘OK, Rahul, your turn now. Some girls like to clean up after each load, some don’t. I don’t. Go for it.’ He took my place and fed his pole, glistening with her saliva, into her cum-filled pussy, while I let her draw my limp sticky cock into her mouth. Soon her tongue had restored my vigor and I could feel Rahul’s thrusting transferred through her body to the back of her throat. He didn’t last long either, his face contorted grotesquely as he came powerfully into her. She suggested we go upstairs then and do things that were best done on a bed.
We followed her naked sweaty figure up the stairs, hearing the slick swish of her thighs as the cum ran down them. Mrs. Kapoor was an expert and indefatigable teacher. She showed us all the basic sex positions – missionary (with ankles locked around my waist), woman on top (I liked that especially, her fine breasts bouncing as she impaled herself on me), rear and front entry lying on our sides, woman on top again but facing my feet, and more. She was scrupulous to let each of us have equal time in her, and always made sure we climaxed – although it took a lot longer after the first four. Her pussy became a sloshing cum-filled cavern that leaked and squirted everywhere. While one of us was in her, the other boy would hold her and stroke her clit so that she climaxed simultaneously. It was indeed an education. It was two in the morning by the time we all three were sated. Rahul was asleep, snoring, Mrs. Kapoor was face down on the bed, and her legs spread, her pussy dribbling onto the mattress. I was lying half on her, my face resting on her buttocks, fascinated by the feel of the corrugated star of her anus under my fingers. ‘Mrs. Kapoor,’ I began. ‘I think you can call me Sita by now,’ she murmured. ‘Do you ever have sex in your arsehole?’ She chuckled. ‘Yes, of course. But I think we should leave that for lesson two.’ ‘How many lessons are there?’ ‘As many as you want.’ ‘It’s very good of you to … Teach us all this,’ I mumbled. ‘What makes you think I’m doing it for your benefit?’ she chuckled. Any girl or married female want to have enjoy, fully satisfaction, please write me but no strings attached for future I will keep our relationship secret and same expected. Again it should be a secret relationship, nobody other than you and me should know about us
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