Tounges of Passion

By: JJ

Hello readers. JJ is back to entertain you with a nasty but horny story which is bound to take your hands to the itchy area between your legs and its time you have some napkins around to clean yourself. This incident takes place when two lovely bodied woman bump into each other while attending a seminar in one of those ECR resorts. After a stressful day of listening to all the crap which can never add values in any of our work Deepa felt she needed to relax with a bottle of beer. All thru the day she was discreetly admiring the beauty seated next to her and this was evident as her panty was soaking wet. All this happened when both of us forayed into the topic of male domination in the Indian corporate world one by one lead to the subject of sex and from there on talking about a world without males. Every time I looked into her eyes there was something attracting & pulling me to her I knew she was seducing me all the way to have a gender fuck. I guess I knew it was going to happen. There were little signs, had I been paying attention. The way she touched my arm when she laughed. The way her fingers lingered just a moment as she brushed a stray hair from my cheek. Maybe it was in her eyes, deep set black eyes, smiling, or the way she placed her hand on the small of my back as we walked through the crowd to leave. Maybe I just subconsciously chose to ignore them at first but there were signs. Birds of the same feather flock together I have been gifted to perceive womanly attractions and knew if at all my first woman on woman it would be her and her alone.

She wanted it, and I wanted it too. From the moment I saw her at the seminar, cliché as it sounds, our eyes met and there was a spark. We had cloistered ourselves away from the other guests while having lunch and I was entranced by her. Her beauty, her elegance working for a mobile manufacturing company on the out skirts of Chennai. The world around me ceased to exist. I had never been with a woman. It had been a thought, a fantasy, not something I ever imagined myself doing. Especially at a business function. But here I was, leaving with her, and I knew by the end of the night it would not be just a fantasy anymore. Eventually when the seminar ended in the evening we walked out slowly. The only sound was the faint remnants of the seminar discussing and clearing doubts we had left inside. When we reached her car, a sporty little silver Fiat Palio, she opened the door for me. I paused for a moment to look at her, as if for assurance that I was not mistaken about her intentions. She smiled again and I relaxed.It wasn't a long ride to her place in Adyar but the tension made it feel like an eternity. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her long black hair flowing in the breeze. The way her sleeveless blouse showed so much of her well-toned skin. Just the sight of her was making me tremble. I tried so hard to focus on the road ahead. I looked at the last of the sun rays & beach line disappearing and the moon sitting high in the sky, but my eyes were always drawn back to her. When we pulled into her driveway it was as though we had pulled into the past. It was a small guest house, once part of an elaborate estate. The ancient walls hung thick with ivy. The roof was made of tiles and there were small lush gardens surrounding the whole house. But it seemed to fit her. It was elegant and beautiful. We walked down a winding cobblestone path to the door and she fumbled with her keys. Her fumbling was the only sign that she was as nervous as I was. As she pushed the door open she reached not for a light switch, but for a book of matches. With apparent ease, she lit small clusters of candles from the entryway to the bedroom. Each bundle of candles was placed in front of a small mirror to reflect the light around the room. As we entered the bedroom I began to shake. I still don't know if it was anticipation or fear. She Placed the last of the candles on the night table and turned to me and spoke for the first time since we left the seminar. "You are so beautiful," she whispered as she walked to me and placed her arms around my waist. "I want to kiss you," she said. I could only nod. When her lips first met mine it was as if someone had set fire to me. Her tongue teased my lips to open them. I felt almost faint. I was unsure what to do, how to react, but she took the lead not in a forceful way but gently and sweetly. I allowed myself to kiss her back to taste her as she was tasting me. Kissing me still, she led me to the bed. I had never felt such desire before, such base heat. She reached behind me and unzipped my dress, followed by a snapping of a small black velvet strapless bra. It fell away from my body, leaving me covered by only my salwar bottom and beneath it a small velvet pantie. Her hands went immediately to my breasts. She did not grab or grope, she stroked them lightly as she continued to caress my mouth with hers. I could taste her tongue; feel the pressure of her full lips as our desire increased. The way her fingernails felt against my nipples was exquisite. I could feel her touch throughout my whole being. She stepped back from me, her lips parted slightly as if she were breathing in my very essence. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse revealing large but firm breasts covered in a pale pink bra that clung to her breast. It seemed to me like her sari & in skirt was removed in a swift motion and she moved towards me again. This time it was I who took the initiative. I moved her hands around my waist so our breasts were pressed together. I could feel her nipples harden. I shivered again, wondering if I could contain myself.Being with her felt amazing, the way our bodies melted together. I was lost in her kisses. Her lips pressed against my cheeks down my throat to my breasts. I moaned as her mouth moved to encompass my nipples. They became taut against her tongue, her breath hot against my skin.

My hands sought out her breasts, stroking her with my fingers as she stroked me with her tongue. I was surprised at the way it felt to caress another woman's breasts, so different from my own. To feel the warm flesh gives beneath my fingers. The rise of her nipple against my thumb.She moved to the bed as her tongue fluttered down my stomach, and pulled me onto the bed next to her. Then she moved further down to her knees. My eyes closed as her hands moved to my inner thighs. Her kisses softened . It was as though a butterfly was leisurely climbing my leg. She lingered around my knee letting her teeth scrape it causing a thrill I'd never felt. As she moved her tongue to my thighs I began to visibly tremble. She looked up at me sweetly, I could see she was making sure I was alright. I moaned softly to encourage her, letting her know that I was beyond the point of return. She moved quickly then, her own desire mounting. I felt as though I would scream when she pushed my legs apart and covered my panties with her mouth. I could feel the warmth of her tongue, the pressure of her lips against the soft velvet. My body burned as her fingers pushed my panties aside. I felt myself losing control as she finally gave to me what I had been craving from the moment I saw her. Her mouth enveloped me completely. My fingers twisted in her hair as I pushed her closer into me. Her tongue kissed, teased, and sucked. With each moment she evoked from me a passion I had never known. Sounds came from my mouth that I did not recognize. It was as if she knew my every desire. Her mouth gently enveloped my clit, her tongue circling slowly. She moved her fingers inside me, finding places I did not know existed. In what seemed like seconds I was grinding my lips to hers as I came wildly. We lay still for but a moment as I Absorbed every sensation. The usual fall off I felt after orgasms wasn't coming. I wanted more; I wanted Her. I wanted to taste every inch of her.I pulled her next to me, and we rolled our bodies to lay side by side, her breasts meeting mine. I kissed her, not so soft. Passion had taken over and all that was left was urgency and need. I tasted myself on her. I moaned. I could not wait, I was no longer nervous, I was filled with hunger. I moved first to her breasts. I took each nipple in my mouth reveling in each new sensation. The warm hardness as her nipples gave slightly to my tongue and a grazing of my teeth. The primal moans she let out caressed my ears. I did not want to rush, but I had to taste her, feel her in my mouth as she had me. Her stomach was not flat it was warm and round, the stomach of a woman. There was a small nestle of hair that felt soft against my cheek as I came to face her glorious pussy. Her lips were large and full, pulsating already with heat. I wasn't afraid, more unsure of whether or not I could give her the same pleasure she had given me. I reached my tongue out slowly and there was almost a visible spark as we connected. I licked slowly, tasting every inch of her outer lips before delving into this territory as yet unknown to me.The taste was an aphrodisiac to me. The warm hot mixture that tasted like ripe fruit and earth drew me closer to her. Her writhing and moaning giving rise to my need to please her as well as to investigate this new pleasure. I dipped my tongue into her and felt her muscles contract. My tongue already flooded with her wetness moved quickly to lap up every drop of it. My hands moved to every spot my tongue was not, to her breasts, her thighs, and finally I slid two fingers into her. She bucked under my touch, as amateur as it was. I craved for her to release, I wanted to feel the spasm that I knew so well in myself. My fingers slid gently in and out until they found a rhythm. My tongue continued lapping at her swollen clit. Her orgasm came from so deep inside her, it swelled onto my tongue and I cried out with her.I was aching, insatiable. I climbed her body begging her with my eyes. I was like a tigress in heat. She stirred up in me an instinct so primal and animalistic I was almost frightened. Our tongues met in a crush. All the apprehension was gone. My mind was an assortment of thoughts that ran into one another like people in a panic. Nice girls didn't do things like this. Women were gentle, not like this. Women don't fuck. But fuck we did. A tangle of tongues, tits, fingers, pussies, moans and cum. In our passion we invoked the names of gods and goddesses from all faiths. We howled and screamed like banshees. I was her, she was me. We lay together joined at the cunt, twisting our mouths to take in as much of one another as we could.It was dawn before we would rest. In a tangle of limbs we slept. Hope you enjoyed the story its time now for feed backs & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

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Yours Lovingly

JJ

The Carnal Pleasures

A JJ Submission

Hello readers, this is your one and only JJ coming back to share with you the taste of a ripe fruit which is nothing but a real life experience in which I was involved in my yester years. Sweet is the nectar of a ripe juicy cunt the taste that till now lingers in my memory & refuses to make me forget. It was the year 1998 my first job after a post graduation degree in management that this sweet incident occurred & with this my perception of life and the lust changed for the better.


“Whoever said older women make the best lovers, definitely knew what they were talking about. Case in point: I discovered the pleasures of an older woman and ever since my "conversion" yet am I seeking to gather the roses of sex and lust while it’s yet to be a repeat a few years later. The immense pleasure and satisfaction which I enjoyed with a woman who was a good 15 years older to me in age. Let me take you along with me to experience the rich taste of pure blissful lust which fails to leave my senses and may only succeed when my soul departs from me.

It all began with me few years ago. I was 32 at the time had been ordered by the large FMCG firm I worked with to conduct an investigation of cheap duplicates of a product of my company by a North Indian settled in Bangalore.

My part of the project was supposed to last any where from 4 to 8 weeks but would in reality consume even more. Seeing that sometimes this kind of work lasted longer than expected I made arrangements for a long stay and left to Bangalore asking my parents not to panic in my absence. Our company being a multinational promptly made boarding & lodging arrangements without much fuss.

Once I reached Bangalore by the afternoon Chennai express I grabbed a good night's sleep and reported for work the next morning. This would be when would first meet of the matured vixen who would slowly seduce me, lure me into her web of carnal pleasures and teach me sensual secrets that no younger woman could even begin to fathom.



Her name was Brinda and she was a sensual and seductive 48 year old temptress with the body and looks of a woman maybe her late 30's at most. Standing about 5'8" tall with short brownish hair due to use of mehendi, she measured 36-24-34 and had the body of a goddess which was perfectly toned and any woman would give her soul to possess the likes of her body.

That morning when I arrived at the office the first person I met was Brinda and when I set eyes on her I was captivated by her. She looked at me and instantly I knew there was an attraction there but she had a way to keep it fairly well hidden.All through the initial meeting I could tell she was eyeing me out and sensed an air of sensuality about her and she was definitely sending out signals to me enticing me into her web of carnal pleasures.

We broke from the meeting in the evening and as we shook hands, Brinda's touch was "electric" and she smiled in the way that she was more than interested and when she said with a professional yet sensual tone "I can't wait to work more closely with you," I knew she was meaning more than just the project. Brinda and I would have to work together and for the next 4 to 5 weeks we would spend late nights together and towards the completion of the project on the final weekend we would spend late into a Saturday afternoon until it would be finally done.

During this time," Brinda would "let her hair down" so to speak and this was when I really got to know the real her. She would dress seductively yet professional yet she would be anything but professional in her personality. This was the time when she would cut up and show her true colors. The third night we were together she asked me if I was married and revealed that even though she was married, it was pretty much a marriage in name only. Her husband was some old fogie who wasn't interested in sex any more and basically he could care less what Brinda did. He had his life and she had hers.

The first time in which we would move closer intimately happened during one of the late night sessions. It was on a Wednesday and we had been working making preparations to submit interim report that had a deadline with it. While we were waiting for our team leader’s call we had decided to order light dinner at the place we stayed and had just finished eating when Brinda took off her sweater and said with a soft moan "You know what, I could use a good neck and backrub right now."Taking her cue, I came around behind her and began massaging her shoulders and neck

"Mmmmm that feels so good sweetie," she said with a soft moan not thinking anything about it. "Keep it up."

As I continued to rub and massage her neck and shoulders, I moved down her back as she laid her head down on the desk with her head on top of her arms.

"Lower sweetie," she purred contently "Mmmmm yes that is so good."

Without thinking, she raised her back up and leaned back so that her head was now against my chest. She looked up into my eyes and I knew she had that "Take me I am yours look" in her eyes and she put her hand on my face and we knew what the other wanted. However, fate would not allow us to proceed but would make us wait because just as our lips were about to meet, the phone rang and jarred us back into reality. It was our team leaders calling to say not tonight but next morning. With this interruption not knowing what to think about the possible awkwardness I didn't plan to say or do much and kind of expected Brinda to act as nothing had happened between us but I would get a pleasant surprise when I finally saw her the next morning.

"Good morning sweetie," she softly whispered in my ear and as she checked to see if no one was looking she softly kissed me on the lips and said with a smile" This is for last night." Days moved from thereon however, Brinda much to my pleasant surprise kept her feelings known to me yet in subtle ways.

Fate would finally smile on us over the weekend. We had been working to almost 3 am in the morning that Friday night and we were the last in the office but seeing that we were tired and itching to get this over we both agreed to come back in the morning and put the finishing touches to the reports that were required from us. Seeing that we were the only two left to work on this and pretty much everyone else was waiting on our final presentation before Monday everyone else had knocked off for the weekend.

Brinda dressed in a way that I had not seen her before. She came in "casual" in that she was wearing a low cut v-neck sleeveless cotton top which was ribbed but you could definitely see her nipples through it and it was evident that she wasn't wearing a bra.

That wasn't the only provocative aspect of Brinda's outfit. She also had on a short light blue cotton skirt that hugged every curve of her ass and gave a marvelous glimpse of her nice thighs. She was also be wearing sandals and was carrying a bottle of Johnnie Walker so we could celebrate when we had finished everything.

We worked like bees for about 4 hours, finally at about a quarter of two we had finished everything and not wanting to jinx anything we locked the conference room and grabbed the bottle of whisky and went down to Brinda's office room and locked the door. She opened the bottle and poured it out in the glasses she had brought with her we lifted our glass and toasted "Success" as we toasted together and started drinking.

However for fun we decided to cross arms and drink that way as we stood close together each giving the other the drink. As I gave my glass to her it spilled and poured on her shirt but she just said "Oh what the hell," and went on. We collapsed on the sofa as we sat side by side and Brinda said with an exhilarated tone "By God we completed our work”.

"I gotta an idea sweetie," Brinda said with a sudden smile.

"What's that," I replied.

"Lets celebrate," she said as she sat up. "Let me show you everything that I have been wanting to show you ever since you got here We will start with dinner my treat then who knows from there"

"Sounds good," I replied and with that we sat back on the sofa and drunk some more whisky.

"Mmmmm, you know what I could really use you now honey," Brinda said with a lustful moan.

"What's that" I replied.

"I could use another one of your magic fingers back rubs," she said with a sultry voice lilting back on the sofa.

"Well I'm game" I replied "but you know what happened last time," I added with a smile.

"Who's to say that's all bad," Brinda said with a soft lustful moan. "Anyway no one's here and the office door is locked."

"What are we waiting for," I replied and with that we got down to business.

Brinda laid herself out on her desk as she took her top off. I crawled on top of her and began to massage her back and shoulders.

"Oh baby you're so fucking good," she purred as she turned her head to the side. "Lower baby. Do my entire body," and with that she reached back and unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the side of the desk on to the floor.

I made my way down her back past her butt to her legs and massaged her feet. She crooned with delight as my magic fingers worked there charm.

After I had done her feet, Brinda turned over on her back. Her inviting body called to me and I knew what she was hinting at and proceeded to satisfy her wonton desires.

I made my way up the inside of her calves and thighs not only with my hands but with my mouth as I kissed and nibbled the insides of the thighs.

"Mmmmm yes baby," she softly purred "Don't forget my sweet kitty. She is starving for some attention."

I reached my way to her warm pink inviting pussy and I inhaled her musky feminine scent. I softly placed my mouth on her pussy lips and gently kissed it.

Her womanhood was even sweeter than I imagined and I wasted no time in going down on her and eating her out like a starving mad man who hadn't seen food in ages.

"Oh god yes," Brinda lustfully moaned as she raised her body up grabbed my short hair and held my head there as she grinded her pussy against my face.

I could feel Brinda's pussy quiver and I knew it wasn't going to be long until I made her climax and sure enough within a mater of seconds Brinda's pussy began streaming its sweet creamy nectar forth like a fountain.

"Don't stop baby," Brina moaned. "Make me cum again and again" and with that I spent the next 15 minutes going down on her using my tongue like a little cock and my fingers to bring her off to orgasm after orgasm..

After Brinda was more than satisfied, she raised up and kissed me and said "Oh baby, I don't know where you learned it but that is the best damn head job a man has ever given me"

I told her that when I was in college one of my girl friends at the time had taught me how to eat pussy and Brinda with a naughty smile said "Damn I would love to have known her."

"Now its my turn to return the favor sweetie" Brinda said as she sat on the edge of the desk. "Sit down her in my chair and let Brinda show you how an older woman can rock your world and I promise you once you experience it, you won't never want anything else"

Brinda unbuckled my belt, unfastened, unzipped and pulled both my jeans and underwear completely off exposing my pulsating throbbing 7 inch cock. Taking it in her soft capable hands, she gently and lovingly gave me the best fucking blow job I had ever had in my life.

Putting her tongue at the edge of my helmet, she ran her tongue around the head of my cock then licked up and down the shaft as she played with my balls. At the same time she would stroke my cock to get it harder and harder.

I was so overcome by the feeling my head began to swim and I could feel my cock fill up with cum. Brinda sensing that I was on the verge of coming did something that I didn't know why at first she did but looking back I can understand why she did what she did.

Brinda took my cock and squeezed it so that only a slight dribble of cum came out of my cock and she licked it up with her tongue and just smiled. Then she went all the way down on my cock and sucked me dry like a vacuum cleaner.

She sucked on my cock until I spewed my load and much to my surprise she drank it all down and didn't miss a drop. Most ladies I had been with would have gagged at the prospect of drinking down cum but Brinda revealed her motto as she said with a lustful devilish grin "Good girls suck but bad girls swallow".

It turns out that underneath that prim and proper professional businesswoman exterior, beat the heart of a trashy slut. Brinda would do things to my cock that you only thought a cheap whore would do but it didn't matter. Besides, I like my women a little trashy.

After she had cleaned all the cum from my cock she played with my balls some more and stroked my cock until I was good and hard again. Standing up she said with a husky sultry voice "Now cums the part I have been waiting for, to feel your massive tool deep inside my box as I ride you like the trashy little whore that I really am."

Without wasting any time, Brinda pulled of the yellow t-shirt I had been wearing and sat in my lap facing me and went all the way down on my cock with her tight pussy. I had imagined what this would feel like but mere words fail to even begin to describe the pleasures that I felt as her warm velvety pussy enveloped my cock while she slowly rode me.

Try to imagine if you will, 1000's of little satiny velvet fingers caressing the sides of your cock as the gently massage your manhood. The finest silk money could buy would feel like course sandpaper compared to the softness of her luscious sugar walls.

As we fucked we began to French kiss. Our tongues probed each other's mouths Brinda allowed me to suck on her tits as she continued to ride me.

I pulled her close to me as our hot sticky sweaty naked bodies rubbed together. During this time I sucked on her breasts. She just moaned with a breathy lustful voice saying "Oh yes baby let mommy nurse you."

I could feel my cum begin swelling up in my cock and I knew it wasn't going to be long until I exploded my load. I let Brinda know I was going to cum and she continued to ride me like it was no big deal and we continued until I spunked my massive load deep into her pussy.

"Oh baby you don't know how long I have waited for this," Brinda crooned

Brinda did something that took me by surprise in that she did something I would have never imagined She crawled on top of her desk on all fours and said with a lustful tone "Take me doggie style here on the desk"

With that invitation I wasted no time in thrusting my still hard cock into her pussy and slouching down on top of her as we proceeded to make it on her desk.

"Oh yes JJ" she moaned.

It was that hot animalistic sex. We were fucking like two wild dogs in heat, Brinda on her hands and knees and me slouched over her body pounding her like a jack hammer.

As Brinda's next orgasm coursed through her body, she dropped to her elbows and grabbed the sides of the desk with her hands, She then arched her back and gasped for breath as the orgasm reached its peak and she climaxed flooding my cock with her sweet sticky cream.
"Don't stop baby," she hollered. "Pound me like a whore"

I continued to hammer her hard and fast and she was really getting into it. I fucked her until we both came again and then she wanted it one more time but she wanted it slow and gentle and missionary style.

Brinda laid her sweaty body out on the desk and I laid my sweaty body on top of her and my cock sank into her slippery dripping wet cum soaked pussy. She then wrapped her hot little legs around my back and pulled me in as we fucked slow and intensely.

We fucked in that position for about 5-10 minutes and it wouldn't be long until both of us would cum in unison as our juices melted together in one gigantic erotic smoothie. Though this incident a few years back I am yet to experience a matured female like Brinda & would love to anything that a matured big bold and beautiful women might demand of me in the wild late forties or early smooth fifties. That’s all folks for the time what followed was even more wild but then its another story by itself and as usual JJ needs your valuable feed backs and comments to keep me going on & on & on mail to seekcompany@gmail.com

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Yours Lovingly

JJ

A Twist in the Tail

A JJ Submission

Hi readers. This is your JJ & this time around it’s not the same boring lesbian stuff but a real hot straight sex story on a request from one of the readers of my lonely woman story submitted in the lesbian heading. Does sex have a limitation on age? It all depends how ever you perceive it. Here is a experience that I had with a woman who is fit enough to be my mother. Ragini was a widow 46 years old with a daughter aged 26 given into to marriage to a Gulf settled engineer. Ragini’s husband passed away while she was in her prime getting fucked age 40. Her husband had left behind a good fortune where Ragini need not worry about financial implications a independent house in East Anna Nagar. Let’s not mistake Ragani’s age to be a factor to seal away sexual wantons there are many women in the same age group who carve for the sexual desires, but still unable to get satisfied fearing trouble. Many of my readers are into the other side of 40’s why some in the early 50’s too love to have a man going down on them. And this narration below is of Ragini has everything in life except satisfying sexual life.

Ragini awoke to the sound of a wall drilling starting up outside her house at East Anna Nagar. At first she thought it was coming from next house but it sounded too close, like it was right on the walls of her bedroom. Pulling herself out of bed she went to the window and peered down below. She saw her neighbor standing on a wooden ladder & trying to fix a rain water drain pipe. Her neighbor Samuels was a middle-aged gentleman who owned the next couple of buildings in the same row. He'd been maintaining the his house well & was from the exclusive and wealthy community of Keralite Marathoma Christians. Ragini checked the clock on the bedside table.

It was 9:00 am. She was about to turn away from the window when another man joined Mr. Samuels at his gate. He was a handsome looking man in that wild, untamed rebel way. He would be in his mid 30’s, had a rough look around him that attracted Ragini a face that was unshaved for a couple of days complimented his looks. He wore jeans that showed off his strong legs and thighs despite being rather loose. His powerfully muscled chest was barely covered by the casual cotton shirt that he wore. Ragini watched as they talked and she noticed that he moved and held himself like a wild animal forced to be caged but longing to be free. Unconsciously Ragini ran her left hand across her breasts; the nipples were starting to get hard. The longer she watched him the more she touched her breasts. Then he looked up, unexpectedly. Ragini stopped. Startled and embarrassed. He flashed her a arrogant smile and Ragini moved quickly away from the window.

Ragini quickly strode to the attached bathroom and turned on the shower. She was annoyed with herself for loosing control like that after all she was a widowed mother of a daughter who was married and settled away in the Gulf. A woman with a successful life needing nothing that was left back by her husband. Stripping off her nightgown Ragini stepped into the warm shower and began to lather up her firm lithesome body. Ragini was forty-five years old with long black hair and beautiful and attracting eyes. Ragini still had the body of a thirty-year-old thanks to workouts and a carefully watched diet. When she was twenty she had met and married Capt., Sunil a year later they're daughter Vimila was born and five years after that he had died in a fatal car accident. Ragini had never remarried and through herself into her work and her daughter. But there were times that she just needed and wanted a man.

As Ragini showered she let her hands linger and languish over her body. Her soapy hands touched her breast and played with her erect nipples. Goosebumps formed on her skin as her hands moved down slowly towards her pubic area. As she lathered the pubic hair, she let her fingers tease her vagina. Ragini inserted one long finger inside herself and she gasped in pleasure. She moved her soapy finger in and out slowly as she played with her firm breast and twicked her nipples. Ragini was soon lost in the sensation as pure lust and desire took over. She fingered herself faster and faster as she felt herself coming closer to a climax. She fondled her breast and pulled her nipples. Her thighs rubbed together and she began moaning and groaning. Then as she felt herself starting to release to a great climax the face of the young man on her neighbor’s house jumped into her mind. His vivid eyes filled with desire, his big, hard calloused hands all over her body. His hot mouth taking her. Ragini's knees grew weak as she reached a powerful climax. Panting she stepped out of the shower. She had to begin her day.

"Good Morning Madam," Ellama said in greeting as Ragini came downstairs. Ellama had been her maid & housekeeper for as long as she could remember.

"Coffee said Ellama, as she handed over a steaming cup on a tray. Who is that with Mr. Samuels?"

Ellama's face frowned. "That is his business friend. He's Karthick

"He is nothing more than a hustler. He's always messing with girls getting them pregnant and running out on his responsibility. He's trash."

"Thanks Ellama. She was about to join with Mr. Samuels near the compound wall when Samuels and his business partner appeared. Ragini stopped in her tracks. Karthick was definitely a very handsome man. He looked to be all of thirty years old. Ragini watched as he flashed a charming smile at her


Karthick looked at Ragini and smiled. He nodded his head and replied, "My friends call me Kar." He said: Karthick couldn't help but stare at this exquisite woman in the conservative Mysore silk sari with her hair pulled up in a tight, stuffy bun. Looking unapproachable and desirable at the same time. Karthick wondered what it would take to bring out the animal in her. The tightly pinned up and contained wild, sexual animal. He knew there was something wild beating within Ragini after all she was spying on him from her bedroom window while playing with her breasts.

Ragini walked to the garage door where her green Maruti zen was parked. She opened the door and was about to get in when she heard a voice behind her. "Nice car."
Ragini turned around startled. Standing there was Karthick looking at her with a sexy smile on his face.

"Thank you." She said.

"Where are you rushing off to?"

I have a very busy day ahead of me." Ragini said. She was feeling uneasy talking to Karthick. There was something magnetic about him that she could not resist.

Karthick slowly moved towards her, like a lion stalking his prey. "You are a very beautiful woman."

Ragini tried to look affronted but couldn't pull it off. "Thank you. You'll excuse me."

"Why don’t you want spend some more time with me?"

"You ask questions that make me uneasy & I don’t want to spend anymore time with you.”

"Karthick"

Karthick's eyebrows rose in humorous surprise. "Is that why you were looking at me from your window and rubbing yourself?"

Ragini was speechless. Karthick walked closer his eyes burning holes into her. His presence overwhelming her. She started feeling claustrophobic. "I'm sure...I don't kno.."

"You are a fiery, passionate woman. Why do you keep all your hair pinned up let it loose it will add more beauty to you"

"Mr. Karthick...I think you have said enough." Ragini said about to get into the car. Karthick was there holding the door. His black eyes peering deep into hers. Ragini felt mesmerized by his eyes, by his presence.

"Mam Ragini..." he said in a hot whisper. "I would love to get to know what fires beat with in you." He leaned closer to her and breathed in her sweet perfumed scent. Karthick stood closer to her letting her feel the heat from his body and to smell is musky, manly scent. "Did you fantasize about me in your morning shower?"

"Yes..No!" Ragini said

"Where did I touch you?" Karthick asked as he raised his hand to lightly stroke her cheek. Ragini closed her eyes. His touch was electric. Her skin was on fire from his gentle touch. "Did I touch your cheek? Did I touch your mouth?" He moved his fingers to her mouth his fingers tracing her full red lips. Ragini tried to control her breath. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Did I kiss you on your lips...like this?" Karthick moved closer and gently placed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first but as the intensity grew so did the kiss.

"Did it feel like this?" He whispered in her ear.

"No." She sighed and she kissed him. This time she took his tongue into her mouth, held him close to her body. His strong hard body pressed and crushed against her. She could feel his hard cock bulging in his jeans and she grinded against it and his body. Ragini’s body was on fire, her soul was on fire, her loins burned with need, lust, desire.

"Do you want to feel it?" Karthick asked, looking deep into her eyes and soul.

"Yes." Ragini breathed.

Karthick gently took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans that was his throbbing manhood. He moaned as her fingers closed around it. They kissed again..hungrily, passionately. He placed his hands all over her body. Her face, her breasts, her thighs, her legs and as his hands moved up her thighs towards the center of her being and desire she let out stifled cry. Karthick’s strong fingers worked their way past her panties on her Mysore silk sari and into the hot, pulsating core between her legs.
Ragini needed this man & needed him badly, slowly they walked back into her house on their way maid Ellama took leave after her morning chores leaving the hot lovers to close the door behind them.

Once in the bedroom "Oh God!" She moaned as she ripped off his shirt to feel his powerful chest. Ragini moaned as she feverishly worked at his zipper. She gasped as his cock sprang out without being confined by underwear. Ragini got rid of her sari, petticoat in a single action & wiggled down her panties and pulled him close to her. "Do it! Take me now!"

Karthick kissed her hard as he prepared to enter her. Ragini held onto him preparing for that feeling that she hadn't felt in such a long time. Not since the death of her husband had she been with a man. She indulged in fun but nothing intimate fearing her society. She didn't know if she wanted Karthick or if it was just sex that she was hungry for but she wanted it now.

"Karthick !" the voice of Mr. Samuels calling out made them both jump apart.

"Karthick!? Where are you boy?"

Ragini and Karthick quickly straightened themselves up. Both were flushed and red of face from desire and passion. Ragini took to the toilet quickly dressed up & rushed to get into her car, fired up the engine and sped away. Mr. Samuels walked into the garage and entrance area right after she left.

"There you are. What are you doing in here?" Mr. Samuels asked.

Karthick cleared his throat. "Nothing much. Just getting to know Ms Ragini."

Ragini was distracted all day after the scene in the morning with Karthick. She couldn't believe that she allowed that to happen. Damn it Ragini! Have you lost your mind? You don't even know this guy. And yet Karthick had gotten under her skin like no else had. She went through her day feeling like everyone knew what had almost happened. And her meeting with her friends was just as tense. If she had not known better she would have sworn he knew something had happened between her and Karthick. She was glad when the day ended. She would go home and forget all about what almost happened...what she wanted to happen.

Evening dinner at home Ellama had prepared another fantastic fish curry meal. Ragini decided to walk through the rose garden before going to bed. All through dinner she thought of Karthick and the more she thought of him the more her body betrayed her. Carnal lust. That's what it was. Pure carnal lust. What she needed to do was to get that out of her system.

"Good Evening, Ragini Mam."

Ragini gasped and turned. Standing there was Karthick looking as sexy as he did in the morning. He had that hungry look in his eyes and she felt drawn to him and yet afraid of her mounting passion and his strong animal lust and magnetism.

"What are you doing skulking in my garden?" Ragini demanded. Annoyed that she was glad to see him.

"I wasn't skulking. I was coming by to pay you a visit when I saw you come out."

"I don't see where we have any..."

Karthick grabbed her and kissed her forcefully and passionately. At first she tried to resist but soon she was giving in and kissing him back forcefully and passionately. Ragini pushed Karthick away.

"Karthick we can't."

"Damn it Ragini Mam!
What is it about you?"

"Karthick...This is just lust...That's all. Lust."

"Lust?" Karthick replied. "Is that what this is?"

"Yes. Pure lust and I won't give in." Ragini said defiantly.

Karthick smiled. "Why not. Are you afraid?"

"No."

"Prove it. Make love with me."

Ragini gasped. "You are crazy. I don't even know you."

"If it's lust it doesn't matter. Or are you afraid that from lust will come love?" He taunted.

Ragini turned to leave and Karthick seized her arm. "Let me go."

"Not until you admit that you want me as much as I want you." Karthick demanded.

"Never."

"You want me and you know it."

"No!" and with that Ragini stormed off leaving Karthick behind in her wake of emotion.

Ragini was asleep. It wasn't a restful sleep. She was tossing and turning. She lay in the bed in the darkened room wishing and longing to sleep. That was when she felt it. Someone was in her room. She wasn't alone. She tried to turn on the bedside lamp but it didn't work. Then she heard the voice...his voice.

"I'm here, Ragini Mam."

It was Karthick. But how did he get in the house. "What are you doing here?"

"You know what I'm doing here." Karthick walked towards her bed. There was a full moon
and it illuminated most of the room. As he came into view she realized that he was completely nude. His hair was no longer well groomed but was loose and hanging all over. His body was magnificent like a Greek god. Rock hard and chiseled. She was in awe of his body. He moved towards the bed with determination. He had come to seize and conquer. He stood at the foot of her bed his arousal very evident.

"Karthick," Ragini said a look of apprehension on her face. Karthick crawled into the bed from the foot of it and towards Ragini. He loomed over her like a victorious warrior before he took her in a passionate kiss. Ragini fought it at first but soon gave in. Before long all the pinned up passion she had she released. Karthick kissed her lips and moved down to her neck, her breasts sucking on her erect nipples causing her to gasp and moan in delicious joy and pleasure. His hands moved down between her thighs, his fingers working into her hot, wanting vagina. Ragini moaned as his finger went in and out of her womanhood. She arched her back and thrusted her hips upward.

"Oh yes Karthick! Oh yes!" She moaned as Karthick moved down her body, his mouth and tongue touching untouched places until he was between her thighs.

"Oh God! Oh God..Yes!" She cried out as his tongue entered her doing the work his fingers had done. Ragini couldn't control herself nor her desire. She wanted to feel him inside of her and she wasn't going to wait.

"Karthick! Now! Take me right now!" Ragini pleaded.

Karthick smiled as he looked into her face and slowly and gently entered her. She arched her back and thrusted her hips upward to receive every inch of him. As he entered her he moaned and she whimpered and cried out. He began to move inside her slowly as she moaned and rocked with him. His raging, throbbing cock filled her to the hilt. it felt wonderful as he moved in and out with powerful thrusts driving her closer and closer to an orgasm. Ragini wrapped her arms and legs around him as she rode the passion filled ride he was taking her on. It had been so long...too long and now at last..at last sweet release. Blessed bliss. Karthick continued until she was out of her mind with wild desire. She was ready to explode. She couldn't wait any longer she had to let it go.

"Oh yes..Oh yes...I'm going to cum!" She cried out. She scratched his back as a powerful orgasm overtook her.

"Oh my God! Oh Ragini Mam!" Karthick moaned as his own orgasm erupted. He twitched and convulsed before resting on Ragini's body. "Oh God!"

Ragini awoke covered in sweat. The sheets on the bed were tangled and disheveled. Her nipples were erect and she felt satisfied and horny at the same time. She looked next to her expecting to see Karthick but saw nothing. That was when she realized she had been dreaming. She felt her finger in her vagina. Damn that Karthick. Ragini sat up in the bed and held herself. What had he done to her. What was she going to do?
By this time many readers like Ragini mam would have the fingers teasing their swollen clit wet and soaked panties sorry but its time to end the lovely narration. I welcome your comments feed backs and much more just in case you are in a similar situation as my beloved Ragini Mam narrated above scribble a few lines to seekcompany@gmail.com so we can take it to the next level from here.

Happy Reading

Yours Lovingly

JJ

The Alternative Pleasure

A JJ Submission


Hi & welcome to all readers, sometime back I had written a story in which we had some questions unanswered. Should a female turn to the dark side of her desires in order to get satisfied? Well below is an answer that I have tried to justify, taking into the account the society that we live in “polygamy” for a women is looked like dirt. But then women need to get satisfaction in their sex lives. And exploration of lesbian sex is a healthy alternative that a woman has at least in India without any compromise. But then why lesbian? Dose it carry with it any valid solutions to the problem in which men have failed miserably? “Yes” the answers to all those tricky questions are given below. It is a justification given by a pro lesbian woman. A request from me is that, as you read this narration I strongly recommend you to fantasize yourself as the below mentioned character.
It's been a while since you've had a man's touch, a man's affections… that filled feeling when a penis stretches you open and pushes deep within you. Your mind wanders several times a day to your own private fantasy world. Your pussy lips swell, your nipples harden and the juices run from your hole down the crack of your ass. All it would take is a few touches of your own fingers, circling your burning clit to cause your breaths to shorten and your muscles to tense as your orgasmic ride begins. Your orgasm leaves your face flushed and the insides of your thighs wet and sticky. It all happens too fast and is over before you're ready for it to end.

I know you are reading my words right now wondering if this will turn into another one of your standard fantasies. But it won't. I am not a man, but a woman… of average height from the conservative city of Chennai, but with phenomenal curves. My long hair drapes over my shoulders, covering the tips of my nipples as I stand before you wearing nothing at all.

As you sit at your computer, in your chair, I move behind you. I turn you around to face me. Your eyes begin at my feet and make their way up over my curves. My fingers slide beneath your chin, tilting your head; I stare deep into your eyes. "Hello Sindhu." My fingers stroke the side of your cheek as my voice seems to be more distant than my touches.

"Who are you?" Your eyes slowly dart around as your body has yet to determine whether to tremble in fear or arousal.

"You were expecting a man in your fantasy today, weren't you Sindhu? But you really aren't being properly satisfied with your cock fantasies, are you?" I drop to my knees in front of your chair and reach forward toward your breasts. My fingers tug at both of your nipples, pinching firmly for a few seconds.

"No." Your voice is meek but your words come without a thought. Your breath is shortened already with just one touch to your nipples. You wonder who I am, but the details don't matter so long as your touches continue.

I press your thighs apart and feel your body beginning to submit to me, a total stranger, a female stranger. My own nipples press against your knees when I lean to smell your fur. I can smell your anxiousness. I pinch your nipples once more, tugging them harder this time and pulling them away from your breasts. Your back arches in your chair as you attempt to squeeze your thighs together instinctively. Your knees instead wrap around the sides of my breasts. My hand balls in a fist and wedges between your clenched thighs, until it's resting against your panty-clad mound. I slowly begin moving my wrist in an up and down motion, kneading your pussy lips with my knuckles. It's a sensation you've never felt.

I turn my wrist upwards and continue this motion, extending my middle finger into the folds of your slit. My thumb unfolds from the fist and strokes your clit in small circles with each movement of my wrist. As my finger pushes deep inside of you, the upward bend of it finds that deep spot within that makes your body tense and deep throaty moans escape your lips. As I watch you cum over my finger and thumb I pull my fingers from your thighs. Your eyes are closed and your body is nearly limp as you've forgotten the fact that I am a woman – a woman who will not let you stop now.

My cum-coated finger traces your lips and your chin as I spread your own wetness around your face. Pushing forcefully, your mouth accepts my finger and you suck diligently, tasting your own juices as you have so many times in the past when you've been alone in your fantasy world.

As I lay on the floor behind your chair, I request that you stand over my head. You don't hesitate a second and quickly position yourself over my head, with one foot on each side of my shoulders, as you face my feet.

"Lower yourself onto me until you are sitting on my face." My hands are on the top sides of your thighs as you slowly squat over my face. "I can smell your pussy juices already." You're most comfortable kneeling over my face, which allows my nose to press right against your clit.

"Spread your cunt lips for me." My voice muffled in your fur and folds, you pull at your puffy lips, opening them up. I quickly begin lapping at each crease and fold, darting my tongue in and out of your hole in quick shallow strokes. You begin moaning and squirming across my face, sliding your lips around. Your swollen lips stand open on their own now and your hands make their way to your own nipples. Seeing that your body is losing control, again I increase your fantasy.

My fingers make their way to the crack of your ass as my tongue lavishes each drop of your honey. Spreading your cheeks, one of my fingers prods at your puckered entrance. My voice soft but stern, "I am not your penis fantasy. I am your woman fantasy." I press my finger into your anus with a quick motion, hearing your voice shrill as your head drops back. My tongue presses deep into your pussy hole, licking your inside walls.

My finger pistons in and out of your asshole. Your body presses back against my finger, wanting more of that full feeling. I wiggle another dry finger into you, stretching you open and adding to the painful bliss. Just as my second finger sinks into you, your cum begins flowing over my tongue as your body trembles and spasms.

Pushing on your ass, my fingers still buried deep, I push you onto all fours and slide from beneath you. Positioned behind you, I replace my tongue with two fingers inside your pussy. "How much will you take from me Sindhu? How much?" Your body is rocking back and forth against my fingers as I push a third finger into your cunt. My thumb torments your clit as the strokes become deeper and with more force. A fourth finger is added, "How much more Sindhu?"

"More. Please. I need more. Don't stop." My voice echoes in your head as you beg for me to continue. My thumb tucks close to my fingers and begins pushing at your pussy. "Open up Sindhu. Open that little hole up for me. I want you to feel my entire hand touching and feeling… rubbing your insides… fucking you and filling you." With a firm thrust, I manage to get my entire fist inside of your cunt and begin moving it slowly. Tears stream down your cheeks as you realize a penis could never satisfy you the way my tongue, my fingers, my fist has… Your body wildly shakes as another orgasmic wave hits you. You ride the wave and collapse, my fist still in you. As your mind blacks out, I pull my hands from you and clean your pussy once more with your tongue. When I'm finished with your pussy, I lick at your tight brown ring.

"Next time we'll go further, Sindhu. The next time you disappear into your fantasy world, I'll be waiting." I kiss your lips and forehead and disappear as quickly as I appeared. You wake, finding yourself curled up on the floor of your home office, rested and energized… unsure of whether you just had a good dream or if it was reality.

You must agree with me in saying this is different from the normal boring cock which is likely to be the beginning of being in paradise. That’s it folks!!! True a penis how ever big it might be surely unable to satisfy the way her fingers and tongue performed on her partner. It’s now time for feedbacks & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Next Level

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Deliverance

A JJ Submission:

Hi all, It’s me your JJ back to back stories was something I was always wanting to do unfortunately it has never happened. I made a valiant attempt though but what came out is sizzling hot encounter between two lovely girls in their late twenties grown up in the off late Chennai culture. Its nothing but being experimental, curiosity they say kills the cat, not down below in fact it opens a new dimension & a new meaning to what we can call as women in love. Sadana & Aarini work for the same company and were very good friends since they belong to same age group. Everything was normal between them until they were deputed to attend a seminar at the fishcove in Kovalam on the out skirts of Chennai.
"Fuck. We are so late," Sadana flipped her cell phone closed as she and her best friend, Aarini, walked into reception of the hotel where both had a room booked by their company on twin share basis. Fishcove is sometimes costly to the software companies too. Once she reached room 303 on the third floor she threw her keys on the table by the door and shuddered at her reflection in the room mirror. Certainly not the impression she wanted to make on the date she was supposed to meet in 15 minutes across the back waters of Muttukaddu. A date with their colleagues….????? fine you need to accept girls in Chennai do get fucked before they tie the knot & you sometimes better fucked before their marriage than what their hubby’s are capable of????????

"When are we supposed to be there?" Aarini asked, pulling her scarf and blazer off as she completely avoided her reflection; nothing good to see there.

"Twenty to eight,"

"Yes, we're not going make that, we both have to shower and change, and we all know that will take you an hour and a half to get ready—not to mention an extra fifteen minutes in which you will create an elaborate plan in case these guys end up being total freaks," Aarini jested, poking at Sadhana's soft waist with her long fingernails.

"Oh shut up," Sadhana snapped and slapped at Aarini's hands. "I don't take that long. And besides, I already have the elaborate plan laid out. Let me just call these guys now and tell him we'll be a little late."

Aarini chuckled and headed towards the bathroom. "Fine, I get the first shower," she taunted. Sadhana sighed and opened her phone to call those freeks. After some charming flirtatious footwork, she was able to finally get one of those waiting jokers to keep them informed we’d be another 30 minutes late. "Ok, we'll be there at nine, not a minute later," she smiled and hung up. Sadhana checked her watch- three minutes till eight. With an hour long to get ready & commute to by walk to the Muttukaddu back waters bridge they were meeting the boys at, that only left 30 minutes to get ready. With a shrug, she set her phone down and walked toward the bathroom as she peeled off clothes. When she opened the door, Aarini let out an awkward screech as she turned towards the wall of the shower. "What are you doing?" she screamed.

"I'm taking a shower!" Sadhana answered gaily as she unclipped her blue lace bra and slipped out of her matching underwear. She had to admit that tripping up Aarini was one of her favorite things to do. The two of them were in a good-natured war, always trying to outdo one another and seeing who would get the biggest reaction. Sadhana opened the glass shower door and stepped into the steamy enclosure. Aarini had turned around and was giving Sadhana a nasty look while still trying to cover herself. "Sadhana, what the fuck do you think your doing?" Aarini questioned defiantly. Sadhana wet her generous black hair under the shower head and grabbed the shampoo.

"I told you, I'm taking a shower. We don't have time to take separate ones, Aarini. Just go about your business and I'll go about mine and we'll both be out in ten minutes." Aarini nearly growled with annoyance at this intruder who was her closest companion, but Sadhana flipped her clean hair and poked Aarini's waist. "Oh come on, you prude, I've seen it before!" Aarini's arms came down to push Sadhana's hand away and she snorted in frustration.

"Fine," she said. "But I never agreed to this!" Aarini grabbed the shampoo bottle from Sadhana and began washing her own thick black hair. Sadhana watched her defiant friend scrub away at the soft shiny hair she had stroked so many times. It was true, she had seen Aarini's body before, but something about this situation was different. The angry annoyance radiated from Aarini's hour glass figure with a fiery beauty that filled the steamy shower with emotional tension. The water streaming down Aarini's creamy skin, washing the suds from her hair down her smooth body, entranced Sadhana for a moment, but then she thought, This is Aarini, my closest friend in the world. Why shouldn't we be so close?

When Sadhana got to the conditioner first, Aarini grabbed it away from her, but it slipped out of her hand and clattered onto the tile floor of the shower. As she bent down to pick up the bottle, the wet, brown-sugar skin of Sadhana's back slid against Aarini's side. She picked up the bottle at Sadhana's feet and stood up quickly, an image of Sadhana's long, muscular legs and soft, curving back stuck like a frozen movie frame in Aarini's mind. Blushing, Aarini turned away to condition her hair. Sadhana had picked up the soap and was running it over her body, creating a fine creamy lather over her toffee-colored skin. She casually put a hand on Aarini's back and started to lather her up as well. "Sad, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Aarini asked again, this time a little more playfully.

"I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine, Sadhana said laughingly. Aarini sighed, but she let Sadhana continue until her back was sudsy with the sweet-smelling soap. "Now turn around," Sadhana said.

"I don't think I need you to do my front, Sad," Aarini quipped. "I should be able to reach that myself," but Sadhana was already running the smooth bar of soap over Aarini's shoulders and arms. Aarini watched her do it, moving slowly and rhythmically over each inch of Aarini's skin. She was about to push Sadhana away, but then thought better of it. What is she doing this for? she thought. Sadhana rubbed Aarini's arms caringly and then began to soap her neck, her collarbones, her chest. She ran the soap over Aarini's generous breasts, once, twice, and the third time she followed the soap with an empty hand, trailing her long fingers over Aarini's brownish pink nipple. As she passed over it, Aarini shivered ever so slightly and her nipples hardened and darkened. Aarini put her hand on Sadhana's elbow and looked at her, bewildered.

"Sad…?" she whispered.

"Aarini…" Sadhana whispered back, but Aarini was already on top of her, her full red lips pressing into Sadhana's caramel colored ones. Water ran down their heads and around their mouths, and as Aarini slipped her tongue into Sadhana's open mouth she tasted the cool sweet water against the savory warmth of Sadhana's tongue. The next moment, Aarini found herself against the shower wall as Sadhana rubbed the soap against her body—over her chest, her stomach, her breasts and ass. Sadhana held Aarini's chin in one hand and her body in the other, caressing her with slippery touches from one end of Aarini's beautiful body to the other. Sadhana ran the soap down the side of Aarini's waist, over the point of her hip bone, and slid it between her legs. Aarini breathed in with surprise. Sadhana's strong tongue pressed into her mouth, commanding her to submit. Her teeth nibbled at Aarini's lips, her ears, her neck, and all the while Sadhana kept a firm pressure on the soap between Aarini's legs. "Sadhana…" Aarini moaned, and she turned one knee out so that she could feel Sadhana's firm rubbing more directly. Sadhana's body was pressed against Aarini's, and she pulled her from the wall underneath the stream of water from the showerhead. Aarini took Sadhana's head in her hands and kissed her deeply, intensely. In that moment, with water running over both of them, washing away the lather from Aarini's soapy body, washing away the distance of their "friendship" and their doubts about each other, the women were melded into a single entity, drenched in torrents of wet desire. Sadhana dropped the soap and rubbed Aarini with her hands, feeling all of the folds and intimacies of Aarini's body, learning them as she knew her own. She let her fingers follow the sounds of Aarini's moans and they focused around the tightening knob of nerves between Aarini's thighs. Sadhana ran quick circles around Aarini's throbbing clit, but she knew this woman—her soul mate and confidante—and she knew what Aarini wanted. Thrusting her against the wall of the shower again, Sadhana worked her way roughly down Aarini's body, biting her neck, the curve of her soft, voluptuous breasts, her hard nipples. She knelt in front of Aarini' pulsing figure and thrust her fingers insider her, feeling the warm, slick wetness of her body, feeling the moans course through Aarini's heart and lungs and throat and escape through her open mouth.

"Oh God, Sadhana, what the fuck are you doing?" Aarini moaned.

Sadhana raised herself to Aarini's mouth again, staying inside her and keeping pressure on her hard clit. "I'm fucking you Aarini. Isn't that what you want me to do?"

Aarini looked Sadhana in the eye, and as her eyes rolled from her ecstasy she whispered into Sadhana's ear, "Yes, I've wanted you—I want you to fuck me."

Sadhana knelt again and smiled as she plunged herself back through Aarini's quaking flesh and heard her best friend's satisfied moans. Aarini put her head back, her throaty noises of pleasure resounding off the shower walls. Sadhana drove into her over and over, and with a steady rhythm she gave Aarini more and more—more of her fingers, deeper and harder and faster—and Aarini took it.

When she heard Aarini slowing down, quieting with fatigue, Sadhana kissed her stomach, her belly button, and then slid her tongue between Aarini's labia, flicking it over her engorged, reddened clitoris as she held her fingers deep inside Aarini's tight cunt. Aarini moaned long and loud. She lifted her leg and rested it on Sadhana's shoulder and leaned forward, putting her hands through Sadhana's thick, wet, raven black hair. As Sadhana's tongue spoke sweet, torturous languages to Aarini's clit, Aarini spoke to Sadhana with her fingers; massaging her scalp, gripping the thick hair as if to hold on to her sanity, always staying entangled in Sadhana's soft mane and strong supple body.

Sadhana quickened the pace of her speaking—her tongue flicked directly over the hard pit of Aarini's soft wet peach. She smiled as she heard Aarini's moans quicken and rise in pitch until Aarini was screaming. Aarini came hard, trembling uncontrollably in Sadhana's arms as waves of ecstatic sensation crashed within her body. As she came, Sadhana kept fucking her with her fingers and tongue, prolonging and sharpening Aarini's orgasm until the pleasure was almost unbearable. Her energy finally expended, Aarini put her leg down to stabilize herself and Sadhana shook out her legs as she stood to lean against Aarini, pressing her into the wall and pressing her lips into Aarini's. Aarini kissed her back passionately.

"I bet those guys waiting down the bridge couldn't have made you come that hard," Sadhana laughed.

"No, I doubt they could have," Aarini smiled back, still pulsing with gentle waves of pleasure. "God, Sadhana, you don't know how much I've…" Aarini blushed and looked down.

"How much you've what?" Sadhana asked, entwining her fingers in Aarini's—a position of comfort the friends often took when one of them was in need of affection.

"Nothing," Aarini looked into Sadhana's eyes, smiled, and kissed her. "It's just… can I fuck you now?"

Sadhana laughed good-naturedly. "By all means." Sadhana kissed Aarini hard, parting her lips with her tongue and exploring the soft inner warmth of Aarini's mouth with hers. She felt Aarini's delicate fingers caressing her skin, feeling the weight of her heavy breasts, sliding over the wet skin of her stomach, the small of her back, her tight ass. Sadhana took Aarini's hand and moved it to the front of her, placing her fingers in the slippery wet warmth between her legs. Aarini explored the textures and folds of Sadhana's womanhood with awe—she had often wondered what it would be like to touch Sadhana this way. But she also had a need to reciprocate the pleasure that Sadhana had given her with the same assuredness. Aarini's heart beat fast as she whispered, "Damn, somebody got wet from touching a girl…"

Sadhana chuckled, "I admit it, fucking you turned me on."

Sadhana's words gave Aarini more confidence, "Good," she cooed. Then she slowly removed the steady pressure she'd been placing between Sadhana's legs. "But I have other plans for you." She stepped closer to Sadhana, pushing her slowly backward into the wall under the shower head. Aarini held Sadhana's wrists above her head. "Hold on to that," she instructed, putting Sadhana's hands around the pipe extending from the wall to the shower head. Aarini stepped back to remove the shower head from it's fixture on the wall. She looked at Sadhana, spread out before her, her arms above her head and her body glistening and naked. Aarini stepped forward and raised the shower head above Sadhana, letting the water run down her head and face to her torso, over her generous breasts, and between her legs in streaming rivulets. Aarini switched the water pressure from a steady, diffused spray to a direct, fast stream of water. She moved this stream of water down Sadhana's neck and chest and over both her breasts, where she was rewarded with a soft moan as the water hit Sadhana's hard, dark nipples. "You know," Sadhana chuckled," I used to do this to myself when I was little,"

"Good, then," answered Aarini, then added laughingly, "this can be a good bonding experience for us. After this I can even psychoanalyze your childhood sexuality." She moved the stream of water from the shower slowly down Sadhana's stomach and between her legs. She adjusted the stream until she saw Sadhana's muscles contract in a surprised moment of sensation. Aarini laughed. "What?"

"Nothing," Sadhana whispered breathily.

Aarini kissed her commandingly. "Just close your eyes and feel it,"

Sadhana obeyed. She was surprised at the ease with which she did so, as well as the ease with which Aarini now commanded her body. Aarini moved the stream of water slowly back and forth over her swollen clitoris, and soon Sadhana could think of nothing but the pulsating sensation in her own body. "Oh God," she whispered, and then louder, "Oh, Aarini!"

Aarini smiled, watching her friend; eyes closed, head back, body pulsing to the rhythm that Aarini set. With her free hand, Aarini stroked Sadhana's breasts, pinching the hard flesh of her nipples between her fingers. Sadhana's moans increased. Aarini moved the showerhead faster and faster, and finally she kissed Sadhana hard, her tongue forcing it's way to the back of her mouth, probing her friend's body as she let the stream of water rush directly onto Sadhana's clitoris. Almost immediately Sadhana came. As she did, her body trembled, she moaned hoarsely, the muscles in her clitoris and vagina contracted, she gushed with ecstasy.

Aarini put her arm around Sadhana's waist, holding her up as she replaced the shower head to the wall. Sadhana put her arms around Aarini's shoulders, holding her as she quaked and trembled with pleasure. Aarini found Sadhana's soft sweet mouth and kissed her again. Sadhana looked her in the eye. "I love you, Aarini, you know that, right?"

Aarini could only smile back at her. She hugged Sadhana close to her, felt the weight and warmth of this woman who was the closest person to her heart, and whispered in her ear, "Of course. And I love you."

The girls stumbled out of the shower, dried each other of the liquids of their lovemaking, and, wrapped in towels, collapsed on Sadhana's large white bed. They talked and laughed, entwining fingers—as was their custom when they were in need of affection—and every so often, kissing each other tenderly on the lips. Just as Aarini was about to force herself off the bed and into the kitchen for some brie and crackers, Sadhana grabbed her arm suddenly,

"Shit, Aarini, what about our date?"
There we are folks that’s it for the day do remember to send me your feed back & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

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The Pinnacle of Lesbian Desire

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A JJ Submission:

Hello to all my beloved readers. JJ is back with a bang a magnificent love story brought to desk tops. Our early day’s heroine is portrayed here in the narration beneath and surely it was she who made me succeed and this story is dedicated to her. Malathi alias Mala from the temple town of Chidambaram 200 kms away from Chennai a English reader from the nearby University. She is a sex Goddess at 38 she can make men drool over her cuts and curves stands tall at 5.8 around 67 kgs. Mala visits Chennai during weekends to tutor the distant education seminar classes many a men would die to fuck her at least once in their life, but unfortunately she gives a flying fuck for men. Mala has crossed the ocean of straight sex and is now deep into a womanly love. She meets one enchanting Chennai female student who is also a buddy in lesbian sex. On a Saturday evening Mala invited Kavitha to the private guest house on Poonamalle high road where she is a regular customer while in Chennai for weekend seminars. The action is just above to begin between a matured Mala & the budding Kavitha who is just an 18 year old girl. Let’s listen to what she has to say.


In the name of a private coaching Kavitha landed in my room and it was a real cake walk for me to have seduced her in less than half an hour & she surrendered like a slave to my skills. My hand swept across her young eighteen year old chest, touching so lightly the small rounded swell of her breasts. Through the dark blue of her flimsy top you could see the erection of her nipples, the anticipation of this moment that resided within her body. She giggled and laughed, her face blushed red, yet she did not pull away or force my hands from her body, she could barely hold eye contact with me, but that was through shyness and excitement and through the lack of experience one gets at her tender age.


I felt the soft tender skin just above the plunging neckline, my hands sweeping over them, stroking, caressing the supple beauty only a few millimetres from me now, was she. Her face continued to blush, to grow like a ravaging heat, flames of passion that consumed every inch of her delectable body. God how I wanted to taste her, to feel her face press against mine, lips to lips, tongues dancing, cavorting with the passion of innocence and desire of lust. I couldn't wait, deny myself this moment, my face inched towards hers, and she followed, responding drawing closer till lips did meet.


My left hand rested on her shoulder, the thin strap of her top just beneath my flesh, whilst my right hand cupped so lightly the wondrousness of her breast, the rounded, self supporting lemon sized of flesh that was so dramatic and filled with bliss. She wanted me, which truly did surprise me, and I certainly sought her, she could learn and enjoy so much, become a pupil in ways of pure sexual education, to be brought to pinnacle of desire, to have her own gender slowly, erotically tease, kiss touch and caress a body that was designed for such pleasures now that it was of legal age.


The first kiss was tentative, my hand swept down her shoulder, slowly drawing the strap from its resting place, returning eventually back to the breast which it longed to feel. My mouth enveloped her, lips touching hers,


Consuming them in a slow, erotic and gradual embrace, that allowed my tongue to slip into the moistness of her oral domain. Slowly I felt her hands rest against my hips, feeling the curvy shape, touching the material that hid the naked sensitive flesh beneath it.


Our bodies tingled with a vibrancy that was unique; a sensation that I truly, in all honesty believe only another female can really create. The embraces grew more passionate, temperatures rising, my hands lightly teasing touching the body that hid beneath the apparel of what she was wearing. Slowly in between the moments of languishing soulful, dramatic embraces upon her, I slid the front of her vest like top down, exposing the soft beauty of swell. My hand cupped the breast, felt and massaged it, as the kissing grew more enchanting, now her hands were on my head, finger entwining in my hair, lightly drawing me nearer, closer to her, so she could bask in full unadulterated pleasure of what was being bestowed upon her.


My hands swept over her supple curvaceous body, roaming with diligence and respect, causing tingling sensations and nerve ends to ignite, become alive and vibrant as she sample the pleasures of true dedicated lesbian lust. Her chest rose dramatically, nipples becoming more and more erect, I could feel them throbbing, the power, the arousal, the heat which raged within her was like a small internal turbine that truly was on the point of over heating. Finally we pulled away, despite it being with reluctance, she tasted sweet, young and gorgeous, an addiction which I could quite easily become happily a junkie to.


Kavitha smiled, her face a flush, her eyes glowing with the power of arousal, her body a shimmering, aching vat of desire that had now begun to ignite and spark. One hand holding tenderly her tight rear, the other softly stroking her chest whilst both my lips and tongue kissed, licked the breadth of her chest from one shoulder to the other. Slowly I stooped downwards, my hands drawing the top down from her breasts, pulling the material as tight as I could so that finally I would get to see one of the many enchanting and glorious prizes that this young excitable lover had to offer me. She drew me back up, her hand cupping my head, her face inching towards mine as we kissed with an electrifying delight, mouths swarming eating, caressing each other, feeling the throb of desire and yearning of lust consume our bodies.


God I needed her!!


Long lingering kisses that gave out loud smacks as lips meshed with lips and tongues teased and darted, exploring the others oral chamber, dancing and cavorting, hands held the other tight, locked in some orgasmic embrace that was used to satisfy the other that each of us felt the same way. How my clit throbbed, pounding between my legs, locked up in those tight green panties, its smooth hairless moistness saturated already as finally I began to make my move


I drew both shoulder straps down from where they lay, unwrapping the silken beauties that were her chest. The mounds of flesh so sweet, pert and erect, skin that tingled and buzz, vibrantly filled with the pleasure of what she knew was coming next. Slipping the casual cotton top further down past her waist, descending with it, until the seductive sight of her flat taut stomach stood before my eyes. There I stopped mouth open, my hunger for her immense unable to resist, my mouth latched onto her right breasts with a lovers delight. Her hand ran through my long black hair, as she felt my lips close around the swell of her bosom, she murmured, followed by her head rising upwards, eyes closing and as she basked in the gift of delight whilst I continued to nuzzle at her luscious breast.


With one of my hands behind her, stroking gently her spine, fingers running and down, my other hand then began to draw the top further downwards, past the cut off shorts that she wore, which were truly tight and revealing. As the top descended so did I allowing my tongue to slide down the flawless silk surface of her body, lingering everywhere, swirling all over, feeling the pleasure of her dramatic, sensual body. Finally the top was down at her ankles, my hands helping her to step from its clutches, then moving back up and unfastening the cut offs, which came down easier than I had thought they would. She stepped out from 3/4th pants, now only wearing a pair of red cotton like panties, that were shaped high leg and tight against her mound. My mouth kissed the surface of her thigh, teeth clenching at the panties, pulling them and letting them snap back against her body. One hand skilfully roamed upwards, gliding almost up the left outside leg, that left her in rapturous bliss, as slowly I guided her round so that she could face me and feel the true power of a females mouth and what exactly it could incur upon another the same gender.,


Kavitha breathed so deeply, murmuring so lovely, her tongue ran over her own lips; she rested against the wall, her hands not sure where to put them selves, as I bestowed kiss after kiss upon the nakedness of her stomach. Allowing my tongue to glide, to swirl and pleasure the indentation of her navel, working its way downwards towards the hidden mound of her sex that lay beneath the panties which she wore so delectably.


Long exuberant kisses, mouth fully open, feeding of the sweat of this lovely creature's body, hearing her murmur with delight, coo with pleasure as her body shimmered under the assault of my seductive powers. Hands touching, swirling over flesh that sparkled and waited impatiently to feel the bequeath meant of my lips, mouth opened to its extremer ties, consuming all that it could in the most erotic and potent manner that I knew how.


I looked up at Kavitha and smiled, she glanced down, a face that was a torturous picture of delight, wrought with the sensations the likes of which she had never befriended before now plagued her. Feelings of erotic arousal, mixed with the plague of carnal lust and explosion of sexual energy which rattled through her bones. My fingers hooked themselves around the top of her panties, I felt her body shudder with delight as slowly, teasingly I began to draw them down, a broad unforgiving and erotic smile on my face that told of she had felt nothing compared to the moments that now were coming. As I drew them down, my lips continued their soulful assault upon her stomach, kisses that were spectacular and orgasmic, designed to be provocative and arousing. A little wiggle of her hips signified that finally the panties were free; they fell to the floor, a crumpled heap around her ankles, no longer were they a barrier to my or her pleasure.


My left hand touched and skimmed the newness of Kavitha’s flesh, the flesh which now was totally and utterly naked, a body that finally was able to be viewed as it should be, a celebration of tender flesh and ripe sumptuous figure that craved to be explored by another of the same gender. Instinctively almost her legs opened for my hand, which swept inwards and across, helping, guiding her to part those long sexy legs, a guide that wasn't really required. I could smell the mustiness of her desire from where I was crouched, I didn't doubt either that she could feel the hotness of my breath or the anticipation and yearning to get this on.


Slowly my hand rose up the inside of her leg, sideways on, my mouth moved towards the crevice where stomach and thigh meet, a kiss was followed instantly by the first ever female touch of her moist warm sex, which caused a huge explosion of desire to overload her young body. Kavitha murmured and sighed deeply, her breathing ragged and lustful, her heart pounding, her eyes closed with desire, head lolled upwards and backwards as she savoured the bliss which she undoubtedly had never before tasted.


Each kiss, each caress caused a minor irruption within her, a new burst of vigour and desire to following hot on the coat trails of the last one which hadn't quite done all of its majestic work. Kavitha’s pussy was tight and sweet, hot and moist, dew drops of passion formed, the lips semi parted, the clit clearly be seen. My fingers teased, stroked and entered the moistness of her fleshy folds, letting every movement that occurred cause wondrous sensations that burnt deep into her soul. She could barely contain the desire, the bliss and delight that now constantly surged throughout her form, her face abandoned to the bliss, lost to the throng of euphoria that was endless and enchanting if not hypnotising


Fingers pressing, sliding back and forth, lightly entering the silken domain of her sex had erotic consequences for my young lover Kavitha, she purred like a kitten, soon began swaying, rocking back and forth, her hands clasping, holding the wall as she began to ride. Instincts took over, she knew what to do, how to enjoy this moment, to extract the pleasure, feel the vibrancy, to revel in its glory, as I languished one more kiss against her navel. She was in awe, encased by bliss, consumed by the revelation of desire and lust, her whole body was now akin to beacon, a beacon that couldn't get enough of the sensations that were being provoked upon her sensual form Murmurings of delight were similar to a chorus of an erotic song that only she knew the words to, her body continued to buzz and shimmer, her aching grew, lust ambushed her in sudden and violent attack that pleased her and only added to the desire that she already did feel.


Louder and louder the noises grew, passion amassed an army of lust just waiting for the signal to unleash all of its wondrous power. Hips swaying, rocking with more force, the orgasm waiting, nearing and being ready to rush and consume all of her. My fingers slipped deep into her warm silken mound, feeling the nub of her clit, the heated desire and moistness of her fleshy folds, she buckled slightly, knees giving way, wanting me to delve further into the tightness of her treasure trove, which of course I did. Breathing so deep, so erratic, her chest heaving, feet clamped to the floor, as my fingers slid back and forth, toying with nub of her clit, feeling the walls of her wet slit. Kavitha loved it, standing there, naked, her sex being touched, loved, her stomach kissed and licked, a body that ached with yearning and unspent desire, that soon we both knew would be realised.


Kavitha leant forwards, stretched back, head lolled in all directions, breasts thrust in and then out, body aching, yearning under a magnitude of delight, eyes closed, unable to open as lustfulness gripped and teased her. Noises that grew, echoed around us, which served only to fuel her desires, as the delights of hearing herself reach that point of climax, was it appeared a huge turn on in itself.


More and more the desire crept up on her, stealing her body, crushing her composure, forcing her into a spiral of pleasure, drilling her into the depths of submission to where she could not hold back the euphoria of this moment. Kavitha’s supple young body swayed now almost dramatically her chest heaved her nipple so erect, they almost hurt with the yearning. Her sex vibrantly alive, tingling with the rampant pulses of gratification, muscles clenched, heart pounding sweat pouring, she couldn't control herself, the orgasm came, a violent unequivocal shudder, a scream of utter delight as wave after wave of satisfaction consumed her. Kavitha’s juices, warm and sticky flowed like an endless river, gushing from within, coating my hands, trickling down fingers that sought to extract every last drop of her delightful juice. This was just the beginning of an empirical womanly love for Kavitha, her body went limp and she slides on to the cot where even more of the lovely experience was awaiting her. This was a narration of the standing posture alone and what happened on the cot is a separate story by itself. That all folks do remember to send in your comments & feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ






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