Don’t Worry…Main Hoon Na.5 (1)
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I have taken a lot of creative liberty with this story. I don’t think anybody today is as innocent and gullible as I have made Sharmila out to be in the story. And yet, I had to take that leap of faith in order to bring the plot to fruition. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this story.
Since my marriage four years ago, life had been exciting. A beautiful wife with a sexual appetite that matches mine meant our life had turned into an erotic bliss. A child just crowned our love and it felt like nothing could change my perfect life…that is, till Sharmila walked into my life or should I say till she ‘fucked’ my life, quite literally.
Of course I knew of my wife’s younger sister, Sharmila. I had met her many times from the time our wedding was being planned. But as smitten as I was with my wife, everything and everyone else faded into the background in those days.
Sharmila lived with her parents. Brought up in an extremely conservative and traditional Hindu family, she was as innocent as could be. Ignorant of the world’s ugly side and blissfully unaware of anything sexual — I wonder now, in hindsight, how she went through biology classes in school and college and yet remained this ignorant. But I am getting ahead of myself now.
As often happens in orthodox Hindu families, as soon as Sharmila graduated from college, her parents started searching for a suitable match to get her married. It was a time when there were tensions in our house. Financial issues had strained things a bit and both my wife and I were trying our best to put things behind us and return to the blissful life we’d had till now.
Sharmila’s marriage was fixed with a guy from our town. The wedding date was fixed and because we lived in the same town, it was decided that the wedding would happen in our town instead of Sharmila’s village to make it most convenient for everyone.
Sharmila had never been to a city till she visited us, about two months before her wedding. There was an informal engagement party arranged by her groom’s side to introduce the bride-to-be and her family to their extended family and network of friends and business associates.
Since the party was weeks from the wedding day, it was decided that Sharmila would stay back at our place after the party till the wedding.
We had a spare bedroom and it would help her to get to know the city life ahead of her wedding.
It all sounded fine till the day of the party. My wife manages the legal issues for a premiere construction company.
During the party, my wife got a call about a major accident at one of the locations in a different city. As the legal front of the company, it meant that my wife had to go on-location to try and diffuse the situation. As serious as the situation was, she had to leave the party mid-way and hop a plane.
Both of us left the party early explaining the situation to our hosts, who assured us that they will make sure Sharmila gets home safely. We handed my wife’s copy of the house keys to Sharmila and headed to the airport.
“I will miss you,” I said, kissing her at the airport, unable to resist the temptation to reach behind her and cup her ass — only to get a slap on my arm and fake angry stare.
“I will miss you too,” she said, adding with a wink, “but I promise we will make up once I get back…an hour for ever day I am away.”
“I will hold you to that,” I said smiling at my beautiful wife, “do you know when you will be back yet?”
“No, everything is so volatile right now. It could be a couple days or could take weeks. Couldn’t have happened at a worse time with a wedding coming up in just a couple months.”
“I know,” I said, “but don’t worry, main hoon na? I will hold fort here and take care of things till you are back. Everything will be just fine. You’ll see.”
“Sharmi is really innocent and I worry about her,” she added, “she’s never been to the city and now her sister also won’t be around to counsel and advice her. I remember how disorienting marriage had been for me. I got lucky with you, but before the marriage the last few months were pure trauma for me. I wish I could have been there for her.”
“Don’t worry about her… or anything else for that matter,” I said, “Main hoon na? I will take good care of her and before you know what, you will be back.”
I nearly gasped out loud. I had just come home from the airport and headed towards my bedroom to change. The guest bedroom was on the way to the master bedroom and as I passed it, my heart skipped a beat.
At the party, Sharmila had been complaining about how she’s not used to these fancy clothes and how she was waiting to get back home and back into her comfort clothes. The door to the guest bedroom was open a crack and through it I could see Sharmila. She must have just got dropped off from the party and was changing her clothes, her back to the door.
The blue dress she had worn to the party was by her feet and she was unhooking her bra.
Her naked back from neck to the edge of her panties sent blood rushing to my groin. As my eyes moved down her almost naked body, biology took over and I felt a boner begin to form in my pants
One side of her white floral printed panties had ridden up and into her ass-crack, giving me a clear view of one untouched ass-cheek. Delicate with a perfect complexion, her perfectly rounded naked butt cheek was just exquisite.
My jaw dropped and I was transfixed.
As I watched, she took off her bra and tossed it on the bed. As she bent down to pick up her nightie, I could clearly see one breast and and a perky, hard nipple.
Till earlier today, I had only seen Sharmila is my wife’s younger sister and not as a woman. Seeing her in this new light, I wondered how I could have been blind to so much untouched and unfucked sexiness.
Her body was a perfect hourglass shape with just the right amount of meaty curves. Her complexion had the untouched flawlessness of virginity.
As I watched my hand adjusted the growing tension between my legs.
Oblivious to the effect her nakedness was having, Sharmila changed into her nightie and then took her panties off. I walked away just as she started to turn wishing that she had taken her panties off before putting on the nightie.
Once I reached my bedroom, I got out of my shirt and jeans.
“Jiju?” I heard behind me just as I picked up my shorts. I turned around instinctively. Sharmila’s eyes were locked on the boner her nakedness had just given me and I smiled, amused at having returned the favor.
“Yes Sharmi?” I said, still facing her, pointing my erection right at her.
“A…nothing…” she said looking away, “just wanted to check if you were back from the airport and if you wanted anything for dinner. We all ate at the party.”
I wanted to say, I’d love to eat you, but out loud I said, “no, it’s ok.” Still facing her, and in no hurry to put my shorts on, I added, “I ate at the airport with your Didi. I am tired, so I will probably watch TV for a while and then go to bed.”
“Can we watch TV together?” she asked, “the party was so boring. A movie will be nice.”
I am a horror movie fan, so I picked a horror flick to watch.
Within minutes, Sharmila was scared and cuddling me out of fear. I held her, knowing she was naked under her flimsy nightie and missed no chance to caress her body during every scary scene.
An innocuous brush against her bubble butt, the scared rub of her erect nipples against my chest as she buried her face into my neck in fear, the caress of her back — the back I had seen naked — over the flimsy nighty. I had aching balls long before the movie ended.
Sharmila must have fallen asleep on my shoulder sometime during the movie. I was conscious of her hand that had come to rest just next to my erection.
I picked up her to move it off my groin. She was too fast asleep and didn’t even stir. My arousal took over and I placed her hand on my erection, moving my groin to try and rub my hardness against her hand.
After a few minutes of that self-inflicted torture didn’t get me anywhere, I knew I would have to help myself to relieve the ache in my balls.
Even as I tried to get Sharmila’s head off my shoulder, she wouldn’t stir, I placed her on the couch, making sure I caressed her breasts deliberately and and way longer than decency would permit. I was tempted to run my hand up her nighty and touch her pussy but didn’t want to risk it.
Reluctantly, I left her sleeping on the couch, but not before one last caress of her boobs and nipples with my fingers.
Back in my room, I had to jerk off before I could expect to sleep. I snuck into the guest bedroom and retrieved her discarded panties.
Smelling the aroma of her virgin sex on them, I masturbated imagining the scene I had seen in her bedroom — of her undressing but in my imagination, she was facing me and I proceeded to ravage her body. I resisted the temptation to cum in her panties, shooting my load in the bathroom sink. I returned her panties where I had found them before going to bed.
The next few days were pure torture for me. If my wife was around, I could have taken care of my arousal out by fucking her again and again, as we liked to do whenever we had sex. Without her around, I was carrying aching balls whenever I was alone at home with Sharmila.
When I spoke to my wife on the phone, she was still unsure of her return date. She was just hoping it would be before the wedding — which was now just a month and a half away.
To make matters worse, Sharmila was totally oblivious to both her beauty and the effect she was having on me.
She would lift up her legs on the couch in a way that I could see high up her thighs, at times even her girly, printed panties.
I couldn’t escape noticing her creamy cleavage every time she bent down.
I saw her step out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around her, water dripping off her body.
I saw her wearing her shalwar — the bottom end of the top lifted up and held by her teeth as she pulled up her shalwar pants — with a full view of her perfectly shaped belly, navel and white panties with little printed cherries.
As unselfconscious as she seemed, it was highly unlikely that she was putting on a show for me. Most likely, she was the same before and I was either blinded by my wife’s presence or just didn’t notice for whatever reason — I just don’t know.
Now, the sight of her cherry-printed panties made me wish that could pop her cherry!
She was beginning to test my fidelity and integrity, and it was a battle I was losing fast. If my wife didn’t return soon, I didn’t trust myself around Sharmila for much longer.
On the fifth day alone with Sharmila, when I returned home from office, I found her crying.
“Kya hua?” I asked, “What’s the matter — why are you crying?”
“I am worried Jiju,” She replied, grabbing my shirt sleeve and crying into my shoulder. I held her, trying to console her, but unable to resist the temptation of pressing her boobs against me and feeling the warmth of her virgin body create a stirring in my pants.
“Why? What happened?”
“This whole marriage thing is scary,” she said, “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Sure you can. Your didi was also worried before her marriage. But we are so happy now. You will be too.”
“No Jiju, I don’t think so,” she said shaking her head and crying even more, “all this is so scary.”
“What is scary?”
“This husband wife thing and the things they do.”
“What do they do that’s scary?”
“All that thing in that film.”
“What film?”
It turned out that someone at the party had gifted her a DVD, telling her it will teach her everything she needed to learn before getting married.
But, instead of an educational film, they had given her a collection of hardcore and BDSM porn flicks. Who gives an innocent virgin BDSM flicks? What idiots!
As innocent as Sharmila was, she had binge watched the entire collection that day while I was at office, eager to learn about marriage.
However, the acts in the film were so alien and new to her that it scared her.
Nobody from her family had bothered to have ‘the talk’ with her. With her sister away and mom in the village, she had nobody to talk to and she was downright paranoid.
“Ok, ok…” I said, turned on by her narrative and thinking this was my one chance, “I’ll tell you what… let’s watch the video together and I will explain things to you…ok?”
“No….” she said shaking her head. “I don’t want to watch it again. It is scary. More scary than your scary movies. I won’t be able to do all that they do. I don’t want to be tied up like that.”
“Nobody is going to tie you up. That is not what marriage is about. All sex isn’t BDSM — that’s the videos they gave you. Your didi and I have sex almost everyday, sometimes multiple times a day and we both enjoy it. We don’t do the stuff from the video when we have sex. Sex is actually quite enjoyable, it’s not scary at all.”
“I wish I had learned about it all before coming here.”
“What?” I asked, pretending I was surprised, “you haven’t practiced sex?”
“NOOOOO!!!!” and she started sobbing again.
“No boyfriends?” she shook her head ‘no’.
“Oh dear,” I said, sounding genuinely worried, “that’s not good. What if your husband thinks you are no good? This could be serious.”
“I don’t want to be disgraced because I am no good Jiju,” she said between sobs, “I don’t want to disappoint my parents. What am I going to do? All the invitations have gone out. Arrangements have been made. Even canceling or postponing the wedding will be disgraceful now. I don’t know what to do Jiju.”
“Calm down Sharmi,” I said, trying to console her, “we still have more than a month. You can still learn. It will be ok. Just don’t worry. Main hoon na… I will teach you ok?”
“Will you teach me?” She said, brightening up slightly, “Really?”
“I taught your did also. See how happy we are now.” I said.
“Yes, please teach me Jiju” she said.
“Ok, for me to teach you, we will have to pretend that you are the wife and I am your husband. Ok?”
“Ok.”
“You and I will have to have sex together like husbands and wives do. You ok with that?” she nodded ‘yes’ shyly.
“Ok good. But it will have to be our little secret,” I added, “girls are expected to learn from members outside their family. If anyone found out I taught you, it will create problems for you, ok? It will also create problems for me, because I am part of your family and I am not supposed to be teaching you this or having sex with you. You understand?”
“Yes Jiju,” she promised, “I won’t tell anyone. Will you be able to teach me today?”
“Sure, but once may not be enough you know. There is so much to learn and you would have heard the saying ‘practice makes perfect’ right?
“Yes, we can have sex everyday if you are ok with it. I want to learn it all before the marriage.”
“Ok then,” I said, not believing my luck and looking forward to fucking my wife’s virgin sister, “let’s start with your Suhaag Raat and the first time you have sex with your husband, ok? Maybe let’s try and recreate my first time with your didi.”
I gave her my wife’s wedding dress and jewelry and asked her to get dressed and then sit on the bed as if she was waiting for her husband on her wedding night. When she was ready, I entered the room and walked up to the bed, sitting down next to her.
Holding her chin, I lifted her head up to face me, “you are so beautiful Sharmi,” I said.
“Thank you Jiju,” she said shyly, blushing a little.
“I am not your Jiju remember?”
“No but I can’t call you my husband’s name. That is weird. I will just call you jiju please.”
“Ok, fine,” I said laughing, “but when your husband fu… makes love to you after marriage, don’t call him also Jiju.” Sharmila laughed and blushed at that, relaxing a little.
“And then…” I continued, “your husband will take the pallu off your head and remove all your jewelry one by one.”
As I was saying this, I took the pallu off her head and proceeded to take off her jewelry.
“While he is removing your jewelry, he will kiss your head, face and neck,” and I proceeded to kiss her as I was talking…using my tongue generously, especially on her neck. Once the jewelry was off, I held the pallu and took it off her shoulder.
“Jiju…” Sharmila said, worried and scared, covering her torso with her hands.
“Your husband will be doing all this with you Sharmi.”
“But you are my jiju.”
“Not right now. Right now, I am playing the part of your husband remember?” She nodded ‘yes’ but her eyes said she was worried.
“Don’t worry Sharmi,” I said, taking her hands away and salivating at her creamy cleavage, “Main hoon na? I will train you in everything you need to learn and show you everything your husband may want to do with you. But you have to trust me, ok?” she nodded ‘yes’ again.
“Just follow my cue and you will enjoy this, I promise.” I said, and moving closer, I reached out and took her in my arms, “and then he may hug you and feel your body like this… and you can touch his body too…” with that, I ran my hand up and down her back, guiding her hand to my erection and encouraging her to feel my hardness over my clothes.
“Jiju!” she gasped when her hand touched my erection over my clothes
“What’s the matter,” I asked, rubbing her hand over my cock and feeling it respond and grow under her touch.
“Nothing,” she said blushing, “never touched it before. It’s so hard.”
“It’s getting there,” I said smiling.
“Do you want me to get naked like in the video?” she asked.
“I removed your didi’s clothes on our wedding night and I would like to remove yours also just like I did hers. Would you like that?”
“Yes Jiju.” she said shyly, relaxing more and more with every passing minute.
“Then, when he feels like you are comfortable, he will lean in to kiss you.” I said leaning in towards her, “have you kissed a guy before?”
In response, she bent forward and placed a peck on my cheek, smiling, proud of herself.
“I meant on the lips, you have seen me kiss your didi right?” she shook her head ‘no’ and then nodded ‘yes’
Then that’s the first lesson, I said and kissed her lips. A peck first, and then a more pressing kiss. I could feel her heart rate pick up and while she responded to the kiss, she kept her lips clamped shut.
“How was it?” I asked her when I broke the kiss. In reply, she blushed a deep red.
“Liked it?” I asked and she nodded shyly.
“Here’s an advanced kissing tip now — especially since we have just about a month to train you, “open your mouth when I kiss you and feel the magic. And you can kiss back the same way, ok?” she nodded
I lay her on her back and got on top before kissing her again. This time, she had her mouth open, and I slid my tongue in her mouth. I felt her eyes go wide as my tongue found hers and I started playing with her tongue with mine.
The eager learner that she was, she pushed her tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it, tasting her saliva. When I pushed my tongue back in her mouth, she did the same thing. Before long, I was eating her mouth with a hungry passion.
“WOW!” she said blushing even more than before when I broke the kiss, her breathing ragged and her chest heaving under me, “I liked that a lot Jiju. Can we do more?”
“Of course,” I said smiling, “after all, the more you practice, the better it is for you. The good thing about kissing is, you can practice it anytime with me because we don’t have to get undressed and all like we do for actual sex.”
She grinned and rolled me on my back. Getting on top this time, she started kissing me again with even more passion and hunger. She sucked on my tongue like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted and her tongue — taboo as it was — tasted even sweeter to me than my own wife’s.
“This is so much fun Jiju,” she said when we both came up gasping for air. “can we just practice this today?”
“If we had more time, then I would say yes, but you have to practice sex too no?”
She nodded, looking slightly disappointed.
“It will be even more fun, I promise,” I said, caressing her face, “now let’s take this part of the fun to the next level. Just follow my cue ok?”
Rolling her back on her back, I got on top and started kissing her again.
This time, I also started caressing her body — back, legs and of course, her gorgeous boobs. In response, she started caressing my back, legs and erection.
She moaned in my mouth when I first squeezed a breast, but continued kissing me enthusiastically, clearly enjoying the sensations her body was feeling.
“Will he also be so gentle Jiju?” she asked when we broke the kiss.
“Maybe,” I said, “but everyone is different with different things they like to do. So, we will practice different scenarios till you are prepared for everything, ok? Just go with the flow and enjoy the experience, ok?”
“Ok Jiju,” she said, and we kissed again for a long time, hungrily and passionately, I pawed her body, squeezing her boobs over her blouse, caressing her belly, cupping her ass and squeezing, running my hand up and down her legs and finally lifting her saree up to her waist.
“It tickles and feels weird,” she said giggling, breaking the kiss.
“That means you are liking it. You will feel wetness down between your legs,” I said reaching inside her saree and caressing her pussy area, “and that means you are getting ready. Just go with the flow ok?” with that I started rubbing her pussy over her panties.
“Aaaahhhhh….. Jiju,” she said squirming, but spreading her legs instinctively, “it feels so strange.”
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this Sharmi.” I moaned into her neck that I was licking while rubbing her pussy.
“What are you saying Jiju!!!!” she said stunned, clamping her legs and sitting up at my thoughtless blurting of the truth.
“I am just saying things your husband may say to you Sharmi,” I said, recovering quickly, “because that’s what I said to your Didi also on our wedding night.”
“Oh!” she said giggling, “you are such a convincing teacher. I thought you were actually saying it to me.”
“I feel honored to be the one teaching you Sharmi.” I replied. Continuing, I added turning her over on her belly and starting to caress and kiss her back while squeezing her ass cheeks, “Shall we continue?” she nodded.
“After kissing you for a while, he will want to take your clothes off, you should do the same for him.” and I proceeded to untie her blouse rendering her back naked. What I had seen from a distance a few days ago was now inches from my mouth. I caressed her back before kissing and licking her from her neck to the edge of her saree and then back up. Sharmila was moaning and groaning under me.
I made her stand up on the bed. She stood holding her untied blouse to her chest, covering her boobs, “time to get rid of this saree,” I said, stripping her saree off.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous Sharmi,” I said stripping off my tee shirt and taking in her beaty — from her heaving cleavage to her curvy belly and bavel.
Once I tossed my tee shirt on the floor, I pulled her into me. I kissed and licked her all over her belly.
I caressed and squeezed her ass cheeks while my tongue and lips explored every inch of her belly.
“Thank you Jiju,” she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
At some point she realized she was expected to strip me and pushed me back. A naughty look in her eyes, she pulled my shorts down and took them off.
Her eyes were fixed on the tent in my undies. Running her fingers up and down my erection, she asked, “is everyone like this, Jiju?”
“Some are bigger, some are smaller, but yes, his will be something like this.” She proceeded to pull my underwear off and gasped in shock as my erection sprang forward pointing at her face. “It is ok to touch, kiss and even suck it. He may like it. It is like licking and sucking a kulfi or ice cream stick.”
“Really? Ok…” she said bending, before asking hesitatingly, “do you like it Jiju?”
“I do,” I replied, “I would love for your lips to suck me Sharmi. It’s called a blowjob and that’s your next lesson.”
Encouraged, she reached down and started caressing my shaft. She first kissed the tip tentatively and then all along the length of my pole before taking more initiative and sucking the head.
I was past her horizontal lips and was looking forward to get my hardness into the vertical lips between her legs. As she fumbled with my cock, I showed her how to stroke the shaft and caress my balls.
“Oh God Sharmi,” I groaned, “it feels so good. Oh God yes, suck it harder.” Grabbing her hair, I guided her and before long, she was giving me a decent blowjob.
She had me so aroused for so many days, that I knew I wouldn’t last long. I told her, the first time, the husband may not last long and may erupt in her mouth.
I told her it was ok to swallow if she felt like it and that it might taste and feel weird — her Didi had felt it was sticky at first but now she loved to swallow it.
She nodded and mumbled understanding while sucking and stroking me.
Her mouth, tongue and hand were driving me crazy and soon, I was ready to go.
“Oh God, Sharmi,” I groaned and stiffened, “I am cumming.”
Grabbing her head, I shoved myself in her mouth and shot my load.
She gagged but tried to swallow as much as she could. A lot spilled over the sides of her mouth.
When I was spent, I asked her if she liked it, while watching her scoop up my spilled cum with her fingers and licking it. That gave me the answer that she had liked my cum. She confirmed what I knew by nodding yes while sucking her cum loaded fingers.
“You were excellent Sharmi,” I said incredible Sharmi, I said honestly, and then added, “this would have made him feel really good, and he will now want to make you feel good.” Sharmila nodded her understanding.
I proceeded to strip off her blouse. I kissed and licked her all over her exposed cleavage.
“Aaaah Jiju,” she moaned as I bit into her cleavage giving her the very first hicky of her life.
Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra and took it off, wile continuing to kiss and lick her all over her neck, face and boobs.
Bending down, I placed a peck on each nipple, making Sharmila giggle.
Taking one of her virgin nipples in my mouth, I sucked hungrily while I squeezed her other boob and pinched her nipple. Sharmila moaned.
“Hurts?” I asked, knowing fully well that was a moan of the sexual pleasure she was feeling for the first time in her life.
“No,” she moaned, “it feels weird, but nice.” she added.
Taking turns to suck each nipple, I bit both nipples, making Sharmila squirm and scream.
I alternated between sucking on her tits and kissing her mouth and while doing that, I started caressing the inside of her thighs, moving my hand higher and higher till I reached her pussy.
“Aaahh Jiju,” she moaned, squirming and thrashing her legs as I started stimulating her pussy
Sucking her tits even harder and faster, I started rubbing her pussy over her panties, delighted to find a moist spot that told me she was enjoying it and getting aroused herself.
“Feels good?”
“Aaahhh Jiju, yes” she said, squirming and wiggling. I rubbed her clit over her panties which already had a damp spot because of her juices.
I slid my hand inside her panties and caressed up and down her opening.
“You like this Sharmi?” I asked, “You are wet already and that’s good.”
“Yes Jiju,” Sharmila moaned, her eyes closed, “it feels very good.”
She was dripping wet and I was aching to taste her virgin pussy. Taking my hands out of her panties, I licked a finger.
“You are so delicious, Sharmi,” I said tasting her wetness.
“Chi,” she said scrunching her nose.
“No really,” I said making her taste herself on my fingers.
“Nah,” she said “it’s ok, but I liked the taste of your cum more.”
After close to fifteen minutes of sucking her tits raw and leaving a few hickies on her boobs, I decided it was time to give her pussy the attention it deserved.
Kissing and licking her down her body, I pressed my face between her legs over her inskirt and panties.
“Ammmaaaa,” she groaned.
I was aching to see, kiss, lick, eat and fuck her virgin pussy, but I was also thoroughly enjoying every step of her undressing and enjoying every inch of her almost naked body.
I untied and stripped off her inskirt. Now all that remained between me and her virginity was her sopping wet panties.
Spreading her legs wide, I admired the wet spot on her panties.
“God Sharmi,” I groaned, “you are so beautiful and sexy.”
Getting over her and between her legs, I kissed and licked her belly and navel again before moving down and kissing her all over her panties.
“Jiju,” she groaned, “what are you doing? I do susu from there.”
“You sucked where I do susu from no?” she nodded, “was that bad?” she shook her head, her chest heaving.
“A girl had two sets of lips, one horizontal, that I kissed before, and one vertical, which is in your panties.”
As I was saying this, I started pulling her panties down. “Remember how we kissed with our tongues?” she nodded.
“I am going to kiss your vertical lips just like that. It’s called pussy licking or eating and you will feel very nice when I am doing it.”
By now I had stripped her panties off and tossed them on the floor.
Spreading her legs wide and lifting them up, I kissed and licked up and down her opening.
With one hand, I started caressing her boobs and pinching her nipples.
Sharmila, was moaning loudly, her eyes closed, as she enjoyed the sensations she had never felt before.
I opened her pussy lips and started devouring her virgin pussy. She tasted absolutely heavenly and I wanted her to cum in my mouth.
“Aaaaahhhhh….” Sharmila groaned, instinctively thrusting her hip up towards my mouth.
I sucked her pussy lips and then her clit. Sliding my tongue inside her opening, I started tongue fucking her and licking up her juices.
“Oh Sharmila,” I moaned, “you taste so good. I am going to eat you till you cum my little darling,” and I ate her hungrily, using my fingers to compliment my lips, teeth and tongue.
Licking up her heavenly juices that were now flowing freely, I drove her closer and closer to an inevitable orgasm. From her breathing and the way her body moved to meet my mouth and tongue, I knew it wasn’t far.
“Jijuuuuuuuuuuu” she screamed as the very first orgasm of her life shook her like a leaf.
Her pussy gushed and I lapped up her cum, devouring her delicious nectar.
“Wow!” she said, collapsing once her orgasm passed.
“Liked it?”
“Yes Jiju, that felt gooood.”
“Would you like to practice this some more?” I asked. “I can eat you again if you want.”
“Yes Jiju” she said blushing.
“Gladly,” I said smiling, “truth be told, some day, I would like to practice this all night… eating you and making you feed me your cum again and again.”
“You think he will want that too?”
“Maybe, maybe not, everyone has different likes like I said before, but as delicious as your pussy and cum is, I could eat you all day and all night.”
“Thank you Jiju. I thought it may be disgusting.”
“Not at all, you are absolutely delicious and I hope your husband enjoys eating your pussy as much as I enjoyed it. Now, I am going to eat you till you have 2-3 more orgasms ok? There are different positions I am going to teach you that you can also try with your husband if he likes to eat your pussy.” She nodded and smiled eagerly.
I made her sit on my face and ate her to an orgasm, then I ate her in 69 position, then I lifted her legs and ate her upside down.
For the next two hours I kept eating her hungrily, driving her wild, her boobs and nipples were sore from me squeezing and pinching them and Sharmila had gone through three more orgasms.
She squirted once and I devoured her right through each of her orgasms, lapping up her juices.
“Bas Jiju…” she gasped finally, “enough, please.”
“I am just getting started Sharmila,” I said, “we are going to practice all night. We don’t have much time before the wedding.”
“Oh God Jiju…” she was panting, “I feel so sore. Can we practice something else please?”
“You are right, we should practice fucking too. You should be ready when your husband fucks you.”
“Ok…” she said.
“The first time can hurt a little ok? But it is nothing to worry,” I said rubbing my shaft against her opening, lubricating it, before pushing my head into her.
She was incredibly tight and I started pushing in slowly till I felt the resistance of her hymen.
“Here goes Sharmila,” I said pushing past the resistance of her virgin pussy, thrusting my hardness all the way into her.
Sharmila screamed as a searing pain went through her body. I held myself in her till the pain was replaced by a warm sensation and her breath returned to normal.
It was done. I had taken the virginity of my wife’s younger sister. But that wasn’t anywhere near enough for me. I was looking forward to creaming her pussy for now and then taking her anal virginity too before fucking her senseless till my wife returned home.
“You are so big inside me Jiju,” Sharmila groaned and wrapped her legs around my hips as I started moving in and out of her.
“You are wonderfully tight, Sharmila,” I said moving in and out of her.
Gradually, I started picking up the pace of my thrusts in her pussy.
“Aaah, aah, aah, aah,” Sharmila kept groaning with every thrust into her.
Soon I was hammering hard and fast in her. Bending over, I kissed her, our tongues tangled in a passionate mess.
I caressed her boobs as I pounded her, pinching her nipples hard, making her squeal.
“You like this beautiful?” I asked, taking a break from kissing her.
“Yes Jiju,” she groaned, her hips moving in rhythm with my thrusts, “it feels so good.”
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes Jiju….” she said, hesitating.
I drilled her, harder, deeper and faster with each thrust.
This time, instead of kissing her, I sucked each tit till it was raw and hard, bit her all over her neck and boobs leaving her full of my love bites.
“Jiju….jiju….harder jiju….God Jiju you are so big” she kept moaning and screaming, cheering me on to a frenzied tempo.
I wasn’t too far from my own climax either.
Placing my palms on her shoulders, I raised up, pinning her down at the same time and started pounding her pussy furiously, driving both of closer and closer to our respective orgasms.
“You’re so tight Sharmila,” I moaned as I came closer to my climax, “you are going to make me cum.”
“Aaah….jijuuuuu….aaaaaaahhhhh, I am cumming jiju…..” she screamed and shuddered.
Her back arched and she convulsed through another earth shattering orgasm, her tight pussy clenching even tighter against my shaft, her toes curling and legs wrapping around my hips, pulling me as deep into her as I could go.
“Oh Sharmiiiiii…..” I screamed and exploded, thrusting all the way into her.
Load after load of cum spurted out, filling her up.
“Oh God Jiju,” she gasped, “I can feel it in me.”
“You liked it?”
“Yes Jiju,” she panted, “that was…..ummmmmmm” she moaned and licked her lips, unable to find the words to complete her sentence.
“You want me to fuck you some more?” I asked….”For practice” I added as an afterthought.
“Yes Jiju,” Sharmila groaned around my limp shaft, “fuck me more.”
“Then you will have to get me hard again,” I said, pulling out of her.
She seemed to understand and automatically took my cock in her hand and started stroking and sucking it.
It took a while, but eventually, I was hard again.
“What we did before,” I told Sharmila, “is called a missionary fuck. Now it’s time to teach you doggy style.”
And so, for the next half hour, I pounded her doggy style and creamed her when she came all around my shaft.
After a break, when she got me hard again, I taught her to ride me cow girl style, and then I fucked her spooning her.
Finally, I banged her missionary one more time, pounding her to my heart’s content.
In all, I creamed her pussy five times through the night, each time taking longer.
She kept cumming throughout the night, orgasm after orgasm shaking her violently.
By morning, both of us were past exhaustion and fell asleep.
As I was drifting off to sleep, I marveled at how orgasmic Sharmila was.
As much as her sister loved sex, she didn’t have as many orgasms as Sharmila on our first night together.
I envied her husband to be because her appetite would only grow as she hit her sexual prime.
But then, I was initiating her and had till my wife got home to enjoy Sharmila’s body. And I intended to make the most of the opportunity.
When I woke up, the well-fucked look of contentment on Sharmila’s face had me hard again. I woke her up by starting to eat her pussy.
“Jiju….” she groaned when she woke up, “what are you doing?”
“No time to lose Sharmila,” I said into her cum-filled pussy, “we have to practice.”
“Oh Jiju….” she groaned, “you are so kind. You hardly slept last night.”
“Nor did you Sharmila,” I said, continuing to eat her hungrily.
“You have office Jiju,” she protested, but grabbed my head and pulled me into her pussy.
“Later, sweetheart,” I said, “first I am going to eat you for breakfast and you are going to feed me your cum till I am full.” Sharmila giggled at that.
“You like my cum so much?”
“You have no idea.”
“Do you like Didi’s cum also this much?”
“I eat your Did a lot and she loves it,” I said, “but you are the most delicious woman I have tasted Sharmila.” I said, honestly, “I hope your husband appreciates how divine your cum is.”
“If he doesn’t, I will come feed you,” she said giggling.
“Anytime Sharmila, I will be here for you whenever you want to be eaten or fucked,” I moaned, “now cum for me beautiful, I am so hungry for you.”
For the next two hours, I ate her through three orgasms, making her squirt violently each time and lapping up her cum hungrily.
“Enough Jiju,” she gasped, “enough please,”
“I am not full yet,” I complained, “just one more quirt, please.”
But I didn’t stop after one more, and continued to eat her hungrily making her squirt three more times.
“Please fuck me Jiju,” she begged, “I am hungry too.”
“Ok,” I said finally, “last night, we trained your pussy to please your husband, but some men like anal. So, I am going to fuck your ass. Ok?”
“Will it hurt the first time?”
“You will love it,” I promised, spreading her legs and licking her anal opening to lubricate it.
“Aah,” Sharmila groaned.
“You like that?”
“Yes Jiju,”
“Want me to lick you more?”
“Yes Jiju,”
I licked her ass hole while I finger fucked her pussy to another squirting orgasm. By now, I was so hard, I just had to take her ass.
I took her ass twice, back to back, fucking her for a good hour and stuffing her ass with my cum each time. She was squirting like a faucet while I fucked her ass, letting me know how much she enjoyed it.
It was close to noon when we took a break. She showered while I took a nap. Wrapping herself in a towel, she went to the kitchen to cook us a meal. When I woke up, I showered and joined her in the kitchen.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you lunch before you go to office.”
“My lunch is standing in front of me,” I said, stripping her towel off and sucking each nipple, my fingers sliding into her pussy and rubbing her clit.
“Jiju,” she groaned, “how much will you eat me?”
“As much as I want,” I said, sitting on the floor, lifting her leg and licking her. She squirted twice for me before I took her pussy standing in the kitchen. When I came in her, I wanted to keep going but she pushed me away, saying I had to go to office and I reluctantly stopped.
I wasn’t able to focus on my work. I had deflowered my wife’s virgin sister and whenever I thought of Sharmila, I thought of how delicious her cum was, wanting to go back home and eat her some more. My balls ached to fuck her again. When I reached home that night, Sharmila was already ready to practice more, dressed in the wedding dress.
I taught her slow, passionate fucking, hardcore pounding, and even some light BDSM, preparing her for whatever her husband’s interests may be.
She was insatiable and I couldn’t have enough of her. We fucked every night and throughout every weekend for a month and a half. I even fucked her right through her period. My wife was thankfully stuck on location and said she would be back home the day of the wedding.
“You think you are ready for marriage now Sharmila?” I asked her the day before her wedding.
“Yes Jiju,” she said, beaming, “you taught me really well.”
“Good girl,” she said, “remember it’s a secret ok? Tonight we practice one last time ok?”
“Yes Jiju, I remember,” she said, smiling and blushing, evidently looking forward to one last night with her sister’s husband “will you eat me tonight also? I like how you eat me.”
“You bet,” I said winking at her, “better be ready to feed me the sweet honey from your pussy for hours.”
Sharmila giggled, “You have been so nice to me. I know you like my cum, so I will let you eat me all night. I remember you said on the first day that you would like to eat me all night some day.”
“But we also must practice fucking, no?”
“Yes, you can fuck me first and then you can eat me to your heart’s content.”
“Sounds like a plan” I said looking forward to fucking and eating Sharmila through one more night.
THE END
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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