The Origin & Destiny

A JJ Submission

Hi it's your JJ with a mid week quickie, but I promise this one will make you horny as hell, request dear readers to send in your free and frank feedbacks & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com the only way to keep me pumped up write more and more erotic stories.

Malini Udhyachandrika. Mala to her friends. Miss Malani to her students. A very attractive woman with barely any make up to expose her blessed body a divorcee for no fault of her's. Time has yet to play havoc with her gentle smile and the brilliant sparkling pair of her eyes working as a English Teacher for the higher classes at the Residential school situated on the Chennai Bangalore Highway close to Irrungattukottai. Were it not for the streaks of gray, one could easily place her age at low thirties... at BEST. The radiantly glowing English Teacher was forty eight years old and she hated it.

NO one wants a divorced, forty-eight year old school teacher for a wife. Even fewer would consider bedding someone so ancient in this fast paced Chennai suburban. It didn't help that she always wanted her lovers young. So Miss Mala tended to spend her nights at home, alone, masturbating to phantom lovers. Such was the case tonight. Wednesday the first rain touched down at Chennai highlighting the start of NE Monsoon setting in this day the 24th Sep 2008.

She stood in her bedroom and gazed out of the window. As predicted, there was persistent medium drizzle of rain throughout the night. By morning the entire Anbu Colony in Anna Nagar that she lived will be water logged. She watched for a minute, and then turned towards her bed. She stripped with little fanfare, quickly donning the oversized tee-shirt she favored as a reminder of her passed married life one of the few things left back by her so called husband. She glanced around her bedroom, sighed, and strode towards the window.

Reaching for the light switch that would plunge her room into semi-dark, she caught sight of a faint trail of foot steps in the heavy drizzle. She froze. Someone was outside & heard sound of someone walking towards her main door. She waited patiently; they would have to move before she did felt like a thriller movie. Indeed they did move, but not in the direction to the opposite flat as she expected. The stranger knew the night well, keeping soft foot steps to avoid attraction of unwanted attention as it made its way to her door! Strangely, she was not afraid... and knew it.

At the door Mala wondered what her visitor could possibly want from her. It never occurred to her that someone would want to hurt her. She knew no secrets save her own. She never got involved in the business or politics. She opened the door... and saw Hemanth one of her students who passed the secondary school five years back.

He did not give her time to think. As soon as the door began to open, Hemanth made his move. Bold. Ballsy. But not brash or abusive. He wanted to fuck Mala Miss as the students call their class teachers here at Chennai and there wasn't anything she could really do to stop him. He had strong and raving body. Besides... she always had this look in her eyes while she tutored him in the past. Like she WANTED to fuck some of her students. it was pure speculation.

Mala opened her mouth to speak, but found it impossible to do with his lips on hers. Stunned, she stood motionless as the young man proceeded to grope about her body. His hands shot beneath her -shirt and quickly found her bare... moist... mound. His fingers began sliding along her soaked slit, one even going so far as to tickle her clit while two others slid into her cunt. She blinked as she finally took a breath. She gasped as her arousal swirled higher. Her hands, free to finally act, quickly made for his manhood and the bulge hidden from view.

YES! Hemanth gave himself credit for being right for a change. Mala was a horny old woman who wouldn't mind fucking a student! He pulled her -shirt off, plastering his mouth against one stiff nipple as he flung the garment to the winds. Her hands tore at his clothing. Hemanth was not in the mood to be pleasant or nice. Neither, it appeared, was Mala.

A real, living phallus in her hands. Finally. A young, virile male dick in her hands. Mala wanted to do everything at once, but settled on a quick, violent fuck to start the evening. From the glint in his eye, she knew he would be gone as soon as he came. Or so he thought.

"Fuck me." she growled the words, punctuation her need with several firm strokes of his cock. The tip was drooling onto her palm.

Hemanth yanked his baggy shorts off, flinging them into the sink. He pushed Mala onto the table, smiling as she swiped the table clear. Glasses crashed to the floor, but she did not release his cock until the tip was firmly within the entrance to her long neglected cunt.

"Fuck me, Hemanth."

He did. One powerful thrust buried him balls deep within her cunt. Mala buried her face in the nape of his neck and mewled her pleasure. Hemanth pounded his cock into her pussy. Nothing could stop him. Even if she passed out he would fuck her until she awoke. This is what he wanted. Three years of fantasies... now a reality. He whipped her cunt into a frothy mess, the nectar foaming up on his base of the cock.

"I'm cumming' you, Mala. This cunt is mine!!"

"Really? Then the rest of me belongs to someone else you thought. How dare you!!!" She clawed at his back, sinking her teeth into his neck as the young stud pounded her relentlessly.

Hemanth growled. Never in his fantasies was she THIS HOT!!

"I'm taking' everything from you" Hemanth yanked free from her clutching cunt and quickly flipped her onto her stomach. "Like THIS!!!"

Mala screamed, but it was only partly due to the pain of having her near virgin cunt crammed with its first ever invader in recent years. Hemanth rammed his dick into her asshole violently, screaming himself at the hot, tight, resisting orifice.

"GOD!!" he bellowed as he fucked her hole with his cock taking her from behind. This was too much. The fantasy be damned; THIS was perfection!! And she loved it!! Mala let her body be used by Hemanth. He twisted her tits in his hands as he filled her hole again and again. Mouth and cunt drooled constantly as one orgasm after the next ripped through her.

"Fuck... me... you... bassssssss..." Mala slumped to the table as exhaustion finally began to tighten around her sexually spent body.

Hemanth howled as his orgasm demolished his senses. Mala's cunt clenched around his spitting member, milking his seed from within his balls. The last blast rippled through his body, tearing a violent hiss from his lips.

"Here, Mala. Suck me clean." Hemanth forced her to take his juice stained, cum covered cock into her mouth. It was pure humiliation, and she did it with a fervor. She even sucked his balls clean, flicking her tongue over the semi-hairless sac. Hemanth rocked on his heels. He knew she wanted him to cum again. In her mouth. On her face. it didn't matter. She wanted it all. He looked down at her as her head bobbed rapidly on his cock. Grabbing her hair, he fucked her face. Mala opened her throat, allowing her lover full access to her gaping mouth. Again he howled as his cock spit man-seed down her waiting gullet.

"Leave your back door open or give me a key, Mala. I want to do this again and again."

"And if I don't?"

"You will."

* * * *

Hemanth examined the keychain. A butterfly with psychedelic colorings. Butterfly Whirlwind was the engraving on the back. He smiled slightly, remembering his gutsy play for Mala. He looked at his clock. "Hope you don't plan on sleeping tonight," he chuckled. The night never ended till light filled the room this was not the end but the beginning of an end for a dried up cunt, which is sure to go strong for another couple of years. Send in your comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

The Double Shuffle

A JJ Submission:

Hi dear readers, after nearly a month your JJ is back with a cock rising story yet another mature love story. Sandhya is the 48 year old woman whom Badri has been obsessing about for the past few years. To a 36 year old horny male, she is perfect!! She was 30 running on 48 with the carnal urges that her husband failed to satisfy.

Hearing the front door open and close, Sandhya smiles because she knows it means Badri is home and she has been waiting from their afternoon quick fuck. Laying on their big comfortable bed in an oversized shirt her hair neatly tied into a pony tail with fresh jasmine flowers and nothing else, she absently flips the pages of her playboy magazine, patiently waiting.

Minutes later, she senses rather than sees him leaning on the frame of their bedroom door, his arms crossed over his chest, just looking at her. Laying on her tummy, Sandhya feels his eyes burning a trail down her body. They stop at her naked sex, slightly visible between her open legs that are bent up at the knees.

Badri loves to see her this way, her lower lips with their edges tinged a dark pink color and shaped as the petals of a flower. He thinks back to a short time ago when his eager fingers opened those tender lips wide so he could see the soft, pink, moist folds before delving his tongue deep inside to taste her tangy nectar. Badri could feel the blood rushing to his manhood, causing it to harden just from these erotic memories.

Sandhya turns her head from her playboy magazine to gaze over her shoulder and sees her handsome man standing there admiring her. He raises his eyes from her pretty bottom to look deep into hers. She smiles at him before lowering her gaze to the growing bulge in his pants, evidence of where his thoughts and eyes have been. She is pleased that just looking at her has caused Badri to harden. Knowing this makes her shiver slightly and drenches her with moisture. Without even a word or a touch, they had begun the foreplay that they both knew would end in ecstasy before the night was over.

Sandhya returns to her magazine, pretending to read it, completely unaware of what is on the page before her. She hears him shed his clothing and she lifts her eyes just in time to see Badri pad naked across the plush carpet to the shower in the bathroom off their room. The shower door closes with a click and the water is turned on.

Quickly, Sandhya crawls up to her knees and, crossing her arms in front of her, grasps the hem of her shirt and lifts it over her head. She watches it take flight and land carelessly in the corner on the floor.

Naked now, too, Sandhya slips off the bed and heads to the bathroom. Badri feels a draft as she opens the door and steps in. She stands close behind him, places her arms around his wet, glistening body and presses her naked breasts into his back.

Badri turns his back to the shower and faces her as he throws his head back under the gentle spray of warm water to rinse the shampoo from his head. As he opens his eyes, he sees his beautiful woman, naked and wet, soaping her hands with a fragrant bar of soap.

She comes to him and begins rubbing his chest. His nipples harden as her soft, soapy fingers trace circles around them. Her hands, still holding the bar of soap, slide down to the coarse hair that surrounds his manhood. Sandhya soaps him well, sliding the bar in her hands under him as well. She puts down the soap and scratches her fingers deep into the tight dense curls and then under to cup his soft, soapy jewels. She hears his breath whistle from his parted lips when she finally takes hold of him.

Sandhya roughly tugs on it, feeling it harden and grow in her hands. Her left hand holds Badri firmly, stroking him up and down while she runs her right thumb across the very smooth and sensitive tip. Sandhya’s hand leaves the wet tip and slides down between his legs to gently caress him there.

She then pushes Badri under the shower, where the steady stream of water rinses the soap from his body. She glances over her shoulder, carefully backs up and sits on the little corner seat in the shower. Still gripping his member in her hand, she pulls him to her. As her finger teases him with little, soapy caresses, her luscious mouth opens to take him deep inside. Sandhya greedily sucks him deeper still into her mouth. She hears his moans above the sound of the shower and becomes even more aroused.

With him in her mouth, her free hand reaches for his. She takes it and places it on the side of her head, closing his fingers around her hair. Badri needs no encouragement to follow suit with his other hand. With a firm grasp of her pretty head he holds Sandhya still and moves his hips in short, deliberate thrusts. She gags a little until she is relaxed and ready for his rhythm.

Her hand reaches under to feel his sac tighten and crinkle up close to his body, the way it always does when he is close to cumming. Badri is so close, but he does not want to let his seed pour down her throat--at least not yet.

Reluctantly, he takes himself from her mouth. His breathing is so hard. Badri steps back under the shower to let the warm water rush over him. He takes just a moment to compose himself. While his eyes are closed and the water is streaming down his head, Sandhya once again takes the bar of soap.

Badri opens his eyes in time to see her sitting there on the corner seat with her legs spread wide, one leg resting on the side of the shower stall and the other resting on the edge that holds the shower door. Badri watches her as she rubs the soap over her breasts, down her tummy, then between her legs. He sees a tiny soap bubble attach itself to one of her puckered nipples. He reaches out to touch it and it pops. Badri takes her hardened nipple between his thumb and finger as Sandhya slides her soapy hands all over her body. He watches her fingers glide over her lower lips and sees her slip one deep inside. As one hand holds back the hood that covers her tiny love button, she fingers the pink, swollen bud, rubbing it in small, steady circles.

He looks up to her face and sees her sweet lips part slightly. His eyes return to watch her fingers explore herself. This causes Badri to feel tightness low in his stomach. Sandhya is beautiful like that. He never tires of seeing his woman in the throes of orgasmic pleasure. Unable to stand just watching any longer, Badri drops to his knees. Feeling the water beat down on his smooth back, he turns and cups his hands under the stream to fill them with water and returns to rinse the soap from her body.

He lowers his lips to find their mark and Sandhya jolts from the astonishing impact of his mouth touching her womanhood. His lips kiss her soft, juicy petals. His tongue slides out to probe deep into her, tasting the tangy flavor that hardens him even more. Her finger bumps his nose as she steadily caresses her delicate button, bringing herself closer to orgasm. She is there. Soft, sweet, little moans slip unknowingly from her open lips as she cums. His tongue probes and tastes the evidence of her ecstasy.

Returning from her euphoria, Sandhya opens her eyes to find her man looking at her with love and tenderness, laced liberally with his still-unreleased passion. Badri takes her hand and helps her stand under the spray to rinse. The tepid water quickly turns cool as he shuts it off.

Taking a big, fluffy bath towel, he wraps it warmly around his woman. Sandhya steps out of the shower as Badri quickly grabs the other towel for himself. With a few quick pats to dry only the excess water off their bodies, they race to their bed.

Once beneath the soft, fresh sheets, Badri pulls her into his arms. His firm reminder that only one of them has found release from their passion gently pokes her tummy. They kiss, long and deep, starting out gentle but quickly turning into a wild fencing of tongues.

His hands caress her breasts and slide down her back, grabbing her bottom to pull her close to him. Badri skillfully rolls Sandhya to her tummy, to the same position he had found her earlier, and lifts her to her knees. He positions himself behind her, rubbing his manhood into the wetness that has smoothed the way to ecstasy for man since the beginning of time.

Taking a firm grip on her slender hips, Badri plunges forward, deep into the hot, smooth tunnel of love. Again and again, he plunges into her. Faster now and harder. He hears Sandhya moan and feels her grip him. It tightens and convulses as another orgasm takes her away. The feeling is too intense for Badri. He cannot hold back any longer. He pulls her hips close to him, holding her tight and still. His head falls back and his own moans bellow into the silent room.

Badri fills Sandhya with strong, steady jets of his essence. One spurt after another, filling her with his seed.

Feeling weak now from the intensity of their orgasms, he feels her fall from her knees to collapse flat on the bed. Badri gently pulls himself from her body and falls on his back next to her.

Both sated and exhausted, Sandhya rolls from her tummy onto her side. Resting her head on his shoulder, she snuggles in under his armpit. She slides her arm over his hard, sweat-covered chest, absently running her fingers through the still damp hair. Her thigh feels the wetness of his now-softening manhood before she lays it to rest on his tummy. Snuggled close, Badri reaches down for the bedspread and covers them both. Both of them were aware of the time running out and anytime now Sandhya’s husband would be back from the business tour. Comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Infidelity

A JJ Submission:

Hi, dear readers this is your one and only JJ bringing you the joy and pleasure of erotic story reading. The marriage has a special purpose and well defined objectives to be worked upon, for some it’s yet another formality in life in which he or she undergoes for the sake of the family elders. Let us not forget the kind of treatment that has been given to the brides from Indian sub continent chasing a myth of a US groom. The below narration is about yet another Indian bride who under goes the trauma and pain she experiences due to her hubby’s habits and behavior.

Alisha sat at the kitchen table, looking at the gold band on her finger. It seemed she spent every Sunday in the kitchen while her husband and his new friends played games at one of the many casinos at Las Vegas. Alisha was one of the many Indian girls who left behind her parents, friends & well wisher with many a dream to the land of opportunity, only to realize later that she had married a person who was impotent and never had sexual urges. Her heart was broken into a thousand pieces of such raw realization, she hid this from her parents since it would have even more pain inflicting & they may not be able to bear such a gross mistake committed by them.

Married it appeared she had the dream life. A nice house, a husband with good bank balance a real dream life at Los Angels she had everything in the world except for a good life partner, no children with two years into married life the worst came when her impotent husband had shown withdrawal symptoms from her but willingly gave her all the financial support. Off late he had mingled with the other transgender groups in California State. For Alisha home had become a prison and lately she had thought about what the life had to offer.

"Alisha, are you alright?" A strong voice asked. Looking up, she saw Bhupen. His 6" frame so strong.

"Yeah, I am fine" Alisha faked a smile "Where did your hubby go?"

"Oh, he went out with his friends."

Friends’ fun booze and who knows some grass was on her husband’s list for this weekend, she knew he would be gone for the next 48 hours. She surprisingly felt relieved that he was out of the house and hadn't asked her to go with him atleast he was that understanding.

"How are you doing?" Alisha asked, trying to change the subject.

"9-6, all the rest is freaking out. Now back to the real topic, you seem bothered by something?"

"Why do you say that?" Asked Alisha

"You are way too beautiful, you don't have your normal glow"

Alisha blushed slightly; it had been forever since anyone had called her beautiful, even her husband had always been sweet to her except for the physical relationship part. The way he always fixed his attention on her which was appealing. And the way his eyes would wander to her petite frame every time she entered a room told her he desired her.

"Thank you, you're sweet." Alisha replied, a feeling growing inside her.

"Look, I know your hubby doesn't treat you the way he should. You have so much to offer, but he holds you back. Almost like a prisoner in your home."

Alisha stood and made her way to the sink, trying to fight the new things she was feeling. She was speechless, but her soft smile told Buphen that he was right.

As she rinsed a glass, she felt two strong hands on her shoulders, massaging them slightly. Alisha instinctively turned burying her head in Bhupen's chest sobbing as tears started streaming down her face.

"What? did I say something wrong? Why are you crying?"

"For this." Alisha softly said and lunged into Bhupen’s arms, kissing him passionately.

"Wait, what about your hubby?" Bhupen pulled from the kiss.

"Forget him, take me now" Alisha desires had now overtaken her common sense.

Bhupen couldn't believe the woman he had wanted since the wedding, now wanted him. Pulling her back into the kiss, he too forgot about his best friend.

Lifting Alisha off her feet, their kiss became more passionate. Alisha pointed to the floor, the carpeted area by the table. Carrying her over, Bhupen laid her on the floor.

Alisha looked up at Bhupen, pulling her night gown up; she pushed her panties off and unbuttoned her front opening, freeing her breasts.

"Take those pants off now." She sat up and helped him undo his pants, pulling them off.

Hungering for him, Alisha put her hands on his firm ass and pulled him to her. Bhupen’s large shaft at her mouth. Taking the head in, Alisha started to suck him wildly. The forbidden act she was performing seemed so right. All she wanted now was him inside her.

Laying back, Alisha pulled at Bhupen to join her. As he laid on top of her, Alisha parted her legs, her wet pussy ready for him, desiring him.

Bhupen looked down at his best friends wife, he was about to do something he may regret, but if he could make her happy again, it was worth it. Alisha’s wet vagina welcomed his enormous size.

Alisha moaned loudly and happily as Bhupen entered her deeper, he was much bigger than she expected, and the way he pounded into her felt so right, so natural.

"We don’t have to hurry." Alisha said as she wrapped her legs around her lover. Feeling him in her depths, she knew it would take long.

Looking into Alisha eyes, the way her breasts bounced at each thrust, Bhupen knew it wouldn't take long for him to complete his fantasy. His moans became erratic, a signal to Alisha that he was about to cum.

"Cum in me Bhupen, fill me up." Alisha moaned as her body began to tremble and exploded with an orgasm she never had in her life.

Bhupen felt his balls tighten and with a grunt and long moan, his final thrust fulfilled his beautiful lovers wish. His load shooting deep into her & for the very first time Alisha experienced the height of sexual pleasure which was unknown to her till this moments.

Alisha clutched Bhupen close to her as she felt his hot juices fill her. So much that it trickled out of her pussy.

With all the time in the world to spare, the couple kissed passionately until Bhupen softened and pulled out of her. They redressed up and Alisha went to work cleaning the spot of passion that was now on the carpet. As Bhupen left the room, Alisha used her housewife knowledge and was able to clean the spot and eliminate the smell of sex.
Alisha returned to sitting at the table, sipping her coffee as she listened to the soft music take her in to the heavens above. A broad smile appeared on her face signaling the beginning of the end to her near dry sex life expect for the rare masturbation with which she had satisfied herself the thought made her smile and brought her missing glow back. Comments and feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

GUILTY PLEASURES

A JJ Submission

Hi all, a mature story yet again from JJ& this time around a guy Jeevan is fucking with his friend’s mom Aprana who was 44 years old living in the suburban area Avadi in Chennai and is dried up sex life because her husband has been hitting the bottle pretty hard these days. If anyone thought Indian women at 44 never required sex they are wrong. Aparna "with medium length black hair and she had a 36-24-36 figure. Her husband worked hard, but he also drank hard, and nearly every night he would go for a drink after work.

Jeevan was 21, well built athletic body as her son’s friend Jeevan normally came up to the house on a Friday evening though his friend was attending his Engineering 2nd year residential college, Jeevan would sit for a while, not saying much. He always went to the bathroom when he was there, and seemed to be in there for a long time. Aparna's husband didn't usually get in before 11.30pm and if he fell asleep on the train which most drunkard Indian Railway employees did, he wouldn't get home until 3am.

Because her husband drank so often, Aparna wasn't getting much sex or attention. She only had sex properly about once a year, and the other times when her husband was horny, she would get a screw, but because of the drink, it wouldn't be any good and would leave her frustrated. Aparna often had to masturbate, to get any satisfaction, and sometimes, the fantasy of her masturbation was young Jeevan. She imagined his young eager hard cock plunging into her and making her come hard and wet.

During the month of humid August at Chennai it was Friday again and as usual Aparna would have a bath, in anticipation, in case her husband was reasonably sober and would want to make love to her. As she dried off, she had a premonition that Jeevan would call this evening. She threw her dirty underwear in the basket next to the bath and thought about what to wear.

Aparna dressed in a knee length nighty underneath she was wearing a white lace bra with matching panties. At 10 o' clock the doorbell rang, Aparna knew it would be Jeevan since he lived a couple of street away usually made it to her place at odd times. She had thought about him most of the evening and she had a plan.

When she opened the door, he was there. A stupid grin on his face and he was smartly dressed and smelled nice as he walked past her into the hallway. Aparna led him into the hall and he sat on the sofa. She asked him if he would like a beer and he nodded, this beer drinking has become a part of life for Aparna and Jeevan. In Avadi they lived in a remote area leading to the IAF quarters, an occasional vehicle would pass by and the closest neighbor was 200 hundred feet away.

When Aparna came back she handed him his tin beer and sat on the sofa next to him. After a few minutes of talking and catching up, Aparna could see Jeevan looking down at her thighs. Her nighty had ridden up a little. She left it for a moment and then adjusted herself pulling her nighty down a little to cover her modesty.

Jeevan excused himself and went to the bathroom. Again, he was taking his time in there, and Aparna thought she would go and listen, to see what he was up to. She went silently down the hall and listened at the door.

Aparna could hear groaning coming from the bathroom and had an idea that Jeevan was not in pain. She tried the door handle and found that it was not locked. She slowly and quietly turned the handle and opened the door.

Jeevan did not realise that the door was open and Aparna was watching him. She was looking at Jeevan sitting on the toilet with his trousers and shorts at his ankles, he had a pair of her dirty panties in his left hand, which he was holding to his nose, and he was wanking the biggest, thickest hard-on that Aparna had ever seen. Aparna watched this beautiful sight for a few seconds before she let out a cough, to catch his attention. He mumbled "sorry," as he tried to cover himself with the hand that was holding the panties.

Aparna looked steadily at him, and slowly pulled her nighty up with one hand, to reveal her lace covered cunt. Aparna said, "if you want, you can sniff these." She walked toward him, saying, "but first, Let me finish you off." She knelt in front of him and took the massive tool in her hand. His prick was 6 ½ to 7 inches long and about 3 inches in diameter and it was circumcised, with a big thick knob.

She took it into her mouth, and began to run her lips up and down it. Jeevan must have been ready to come, because after a few deep sucks, she felt his hot salty spunk shoot into her mouth. Aparna swallowed it all and looked up at Jeevan with a big smile on her face. His mouth was open and he had a look of disbelief on his face. Aparna came up and French kissed him, giving him a taste of himself in the process.

She stood and turned to walk out, and told him to "hurry back to the hall."

When Jeevan came into the hall, Aparna was sitting on the sofa, she patted the sofa and told him "come sit next to me." Jeevan sat next to her. Aparna took his hand in hers' and said "have you been fantasizing about me." Jeevan nodded, he said "I've Been wanking and imagining fucking you for years now."

Aparna looked at the clock. It was 10:30pm; her husband wouldn't be home for at least another hour. She said "that's some cock you have, you must have been a hit with the girls." Jeevan said "I'm not, I don't have a girlfriend, I think I'm too shy to try and speak with one." Aparna said "you mean you don't speak to girls of your own age." "No" said Jeevan " I can talk to girls, it's just that I'm too shy to ask them to be in love with me."

"You mean you haven't fucked anyone with that gorgeous cock." "No" said Jeevan "I'm still a virgin."

Aparna put her hand on his thigh. "We've still got an hour before he comes home, Do you want to do it with me."

Jeevan looked at her, this woman was offering him something he had only dreamed about. "Yes" he said "Yes please."

Aparna leant forward and took his face in her hands and kissed him fully on the lips. Her tongue went into his mouth, French kissing him madly. She felt horny as hell as she thought about him impaling her with his stiff young prick.

Jeevan put his hand over her covered breast and squeezed hard. Aparna put her hand on top of his. "Be gentle" she said "don't be so rough." She took his hand away from her breast and placed it at the top of her thigh, where her nighty had ridden up to.

"Just stroke gently around there, and we'll see where that leads too," she said.

Jeevan paid attention to her and Aparna felt his hand running up and down the top of her thighs. As he was kissing and stroking her, they both slipped back into a position where they were lying on the three seater sofa with him on top, but only at one side, leaving him free to stroke between her legs.

Aparna felt him get bolder, as he started to run the tips of his fingers up and down of her panties. Jeevan felt for the first time, that warm moist feeling that you often get when stroking a horny willing panty clad pussy. Aparna opened her thighs a little, to let him get his fingers under the crotch. Instinct told Jeevan that she was opening up to him, and he slipped his fingers under the lacy material.

He ran a finger up and down her moist slit and he could feel warmth, some hair and a lot of soft wetness as the lips of her pussy yielded to his eager caressing fingers. He put a finger in and started to move it around slowly. Aparna was sighing with pleasure as his uneducated fingers seemed to hit the right spot. She closed her thighs trapping his hand in between them. This made him more eager to please and he wiggled his finger furiously inside her. Aparna let out a deep moan and relaxed the pressure of her thighs. Jeevan had nearly slid off the sofa and had one knee on the hall carpet with the other on the sofa.

Aparna ordered him to kneel on the floor. When he was kneeling, Aparna swung one of her legs over his head, to leave him kneeling between her legs. Her nighty was now up around her waist and Jeevan was staring at her panty covered cunt. One of her pussy lips was lying to the side of the crotch.

"Pull the panties off" Aparna said to him huskily. Jeevan put his fingers under the waistband and stated to pull them down. As he peeled the panties off, he saw pubic hair and then he saw her pussy emerge. This was the first adult pussy he had seen, other than in a magazine.

Finally he pulled the panties over her feet, and threw them to the side. Aparna watched Jeevan looking at her pussy. She said "you can kiss me there if you want."

Jeevan looked at her and then bent forward and kissed her on the pussy lips. Again instinct took over and his tongue at first started to lick at her crack, but soon Aparna felt it start to probe between her lips. As his tongue sank deeper into her, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her cunt forcefully against his hungry lapping tongue.

Aparna moaned as his eager tongue probed her inner pussy and she started running her hands through his hair. As she got more excited she was grabbing his hair and thrashing her pubis against his face. She had a massive cum and let out a loud sigh, before releasing Jeevan from her clutching hands.

Jeevan pulled away and looked up at her with a grin on his soaking face.

"I loved that and I love the taste of you" he said.

He sat back on the sofa beside Aparna and she could see his hard-on pressing through his trousers. She undid his zip and pulled him out. She gave him a little suck and then knelt on the sofa with her back to him.

Jeevan again sat silent as he watched Aparna pull her nighty over her ass. "Do you like this view" she asked. Jeevan nodded. "Put that big cock in me now and fuck me" Aparna said.

Jeevan stood behind her and Aparna took hold of the thick throbbing cock and inserted it in the lips of her cunt. Jeevan started to move easily in and out of her. Again he grabbed her hips and as Aparna bucked back against him, he thrusted forward with force.

As Aparna was being royally fucked she thought about Jeevan's cock. It was at least 2 inches longer than her husbands and a lot thicker. She felt as if she could feel every vein and ridge on it as it pumped in and out of her tightening pussy. Jeevan moved his hands up the front of her underneath her top and pushed her bra up over her tits, before taking them in his hands and gently squeezing.

Aparna felt his cock pulsate in her cunt as he rode her hard. She was writhing back against him and he was practically lying on top of her instead of kneeling or standing. They were both getting up to frenzy and Aparna felt Jeevan shoot a load of white hot cum deep into her pussy. She quickly gasped "keep going" and he obliged. She started to feel herself cumming as every bit of her tingled and throbbed and the sensation seemed to include a feeling of being impaled by a hard thick rod of iron.

Aparna yelled "I'm CUMMMINNGGG" as she came like she hadn't come for quite some time.

They both collapsed, with Jeevan lying on top of her back. He was showering her neck and face with little kisses and Aparna was trying to kiss him too. She felt him get softer and as she was sopping his prick slipped out and she felt his wetness against her thigh.

They both sat back and started kissing. When they broke off, Jeevan asked if he could come back another night. Aparna stood, she said "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up. When I come back we'll sit and wait to see if he comes in at 11.30. If he doesn't I'm taking you to bed for a while." Time for your valuable comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

The Carnal Lust Continues.......

Hello dear readers, narrated below is a small imagination from your JJ with the back drop of one of the private beaches on the ECR Chennai. Kaviyam a 48 year old stinking rich widow who own a huge private beach left behind by her husband. This narration below explains how she falls pyre to her carnal lust to Narain who works at the beach as a care taker and he’s half her age. At 24 Narain was muscular and a raring to go beast who would make an Egyptian mummy to experience orgasm.

The sun beat down on the lone lady on the beach Kaviyam. Her beautiful sweaty body with the single piece swim suit was the lone attraction in the otherwise deserted beach. The cool water of the sea called out to her, time and time again. She wanted to feel its caress on her naked skin, to swim in its glory. She wanted to feel every part of her body touched. She wanted to feel at one with nature, and with her self.

Kaviyam always had this beach at this time to herself. She knew it would be hours till any her employees disturbed her. Only Mad Dogs and fishermen went out in the mid day sun, after all. Kaviyam got up, the sun beating down on her perspiring body, she ran into the sea, her sand covered torso and legs instantly being cleaned.

She swam around for maybe half an hour, the time seemed to evaporate the longer she stayed in. Kaviyam wanted to stay there forever, but she realised that like a lover's embrace, she had to break it soon. She swam to the shore, the hot sun Chennai still beating down on her. She went back to her towel, and slowly, gently, dried herself of. She didn't see the lone figure approach her, until she saw his shadow, cast against her face, and across her torso.

Narain must have been in his early twenties. His rippling muscles and smooth torso were dark an well educated boy from the near by fishing hamlet. Narain has been Kaviyam’s employee where she had taken extra care to see him study and was offered a job of taking care of the beach with few others. Kaviyam looked into his calm eyes, as he softly, but surely spoke to her. He was one of the blue eyed boy of Kaviyam with whom she had been flirting whenever she visited the beach.

'You know Mam' he said 'you really shouldn't have been out in the sea by yourself just then.'

'Oh.' Said Kaviyam, half apologetically, half in defiance, she felt like a small child being told of.

'No. The currents are dangerous sometimes. I wouldn't want you to be dragged out to sea.'

'No.' she said.

'I can stay and keep you company, if you like.'

'Oh, really, shall I put some clothes on then?' asked Kaviyam

'No. I will take mine of' he said.

Kaviyam hoped Narain was joking. She raised an eyebrow, as his arms moved down to his trunks. In one swift movement, he had pulled them of, and there he stood, as naked expect for his inner wear and vulnerable as she was.

'Would you like me to rub in some of your sun tan oil?' Narain asked.

'What?' Kaviyam asked, of this boy, now almost naked, well endowed which was clearly showing off, and half her age.

'Going in the sea will have washed it away from you. I would not want you to get sunstroke now, would I?' Narain gathered his guts to ask Kaviyam, since he had done the same for a couple of visits now.

No she thought. But Kaviyam was going to let somebody's son stroke her now. She put the towel around her chest and set her glittering body free from the tight confines of the swim suit, and lay on her stomach. Kaviyam felt his strong, but gentle hands softly applying the oil to her skin. She felt them rub her shoulders, across her neck, down her across the smooth, expanse of her thighs, along her calves to her heels.

'Now turn over, please.' he asked

Carefully, Kaviyam did as she was asked. She saw the rise in his penis through his thin under garment, and the towel no more covered her nakedness Narain noticed the swelling in her nipples. She closed her eyes against the fierce glare of the sun she knew it will not be long before this youngster feast her body that had been dried of sex for a good five years now. Again, Kaviyam felt, his strong, young hands, and the slickness of the suntan oil on her skin. Narain slowly, gently rubbed some of it into her face, over her neck. Kaviyam grinned, and sighed, as the unaccustomed touch of a hand unleashed pent up feelings in one breast, and then in another.

For a moment, Narain’s hand stayed on her nipples, slowly rubbing the cream until it dissolved against her skin. His hands moved over the flatness of her stomach, the slick feel of the suntan cream against Kaviyam’s supple skin. Narain’s hands, slowly, expertly, moved down to her legs, coating her inner thighs, until Kaviyam was no longer certain what was her perspiration or the suntan cream on her skin.

Finally, Narain moved to her vulva. The slickness of the cream against her skin, and his young hands, bought out illicit gasps in her. Under lidded eyes, Kaviyam saw the need in him. She wanted him so badly.

Kaviyam had fallen to her illicit desires got up, and kissed him on his lips. Her hand moved down his stiffening cock and in a single stroke the under garment vanished for once and for all, eliciting from him a low groan. Slowly, expertly, Kaviyam’s hands brought him to his full attention. She looked at his penis, it was huge, and she didn't know if she could take all of it.

Kaviyam pushed him onto the ground. She slowly lowered himself onto him. She saw the feelings of pleasure that she was creating in this youth. She felt his strong hands on her breast, she watched, as slowly, her nipples swelled. She felt his strength as she kissed him, Narain rolling her on to her back. She felt an indescrible animal lust overtake her.

Narain thrust into Kaviyam, as her hands moved over his strong buttocks, his lips moved to her nipples, as she started to feel sensations she had long forgotten about. She felt his grunting, as his thrusting gathered pace, she felt her back, slick with sweat and the sun tan cream crushing on the sands as she moved around. Kaviyam heard his grunting, as his seed forcefully left his body, but still he continued. She felt the intensity of her own sensations build, as the first swelling of her own Orgasm approached, her cries and ecstacy exploded across her face, and out of her lips.

Narain gently kissed her pouting lips. The sighing from their orgasms had subsided, to a gentle warmth that spread through their bodies.

'Come on.' Narain said, getting up from her. She watched, as he and his still stiff cock ran down to the edge of the sea. Kaviyam followed him, as she began to hear voices from the far away group of fishermen who were going about their work and had no time to look around. They both dived, gratefully, hungrily into the sea. Kaviyam felt his strong arms around her waist. Narain felt his lips against her right nipple, now her left one. She felt his lips against her clitoris. She felt his tongue, and his warm breath against her intimately.

Kaviyam felt him stop, as once more she felt his engorged, eager, hungry penis inside her. She felt helpless, as Narain pulled her closer to him. Their lust filled lips hungrily devoured each other. She felt a need in herself. She felt Narain moving deeper inside her then anybody else had ever done. She lent back, letting him do all of the work.

Kaviyam felt the sturdy, fast, thrusting of his loins within her. She felt them both being driven forward, faster and faster. The sensations inside found a release, as sound and crying burst forth from her lips. Narain kissed her, slowly, ravenously. His own grunting joined in rhythm with hers, as the sexual tension was released within both of their bodies. Kaviyam felt his seed released within, as her own feelings and excitement subsided. As their breath returned to normal, they held each other tightly, neither one wanting to let the other one go, but knowing that they must.

Narain was the first to let go. He left the sea, and headed up the still deserted beach to where the office building stood. Kaviyam watched, his powerful haunches, and buttocks walking away from her. She knew that she would not feel them again for the day. Wistfully, Kaviyam headed up the beach, and joined him. Narain was already back in his swimming trunks. He went to speak to her, but she covered his lips with a kiss. Narain removed his lips from hers, and moved his mouth down the rest of her body. Kaviyam sighed, as the first roars of her third orgasm were awoken. His strong, sturdy hands moved down to her clitoris, his powerful fingers causing sensations she never knew existed. As Kaviyam’s knees buckled, and she sighed, Narain slowly kissed her, leaving her alone on the beach, as the warmth and excitement within her subsided once again to nothing.

Kaviyam awoke later the sun had gone from the sky, only to be replaced by the long shadows that now hung over her. For the first time that day, Kaviyam was aware of her nakedness other employees come around to clean the beach in the evening hours. She hurriedly found her towel, and the swimming costume that she had abandoned earlier in the day. Covering up her glorious body, the sheer enormity of her recent erotic adventures over took her. She picked up her book, and headed back to the cottage. She hoped to see Narain again, but part of her wanted their meeting and parting to only have happened that day. Comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

A Fallen Angel

A JJ Submission

Hi, all JJ from Chennai taking a small deviation this time from the normal course of fucking older women though it’s a prized catch every time. This incident happened to me about 5 years back I had moved to a newly constructed apartment behind Brinda Theater in Chennai I hardly knew anyone in the new place. The time left after searching for a decent job was utilized in the chat rooms it was here that I bumped into this creature. I first started talking to her on the internet. When I first met her online she was a 23 year old teacher at a international school at Ambattur. She sent me her picture and she looked absolutely fantastic. Her name was Lalitha, I didn't believe it as much as I'm sure you don't. We talked for nearly a month about this that and the other thing. She was always a very sexual woman, a very strong personality that just reeked of sex. I assumed this was normal for women that were 18 years older than me, knowing the large difference in 30 and 48, also she claimed to be a classical dancer. That is a whole new ball game. I've always had fantasies about older women, as I'm sure many college guys do. I dreamed of her taking control of me, being the dominate force and teaching me things about sex that I had never known existed. She would teach me the things about life that I had always wanted to know, and the vanilla sex of college girls would not nearly satisfy my thirst, and I wanted it saturated now, I didn't want to wait 18 years to have a truly earth-shattering orgasm that only an older woman would be able to give me.

We agreed to meet in a public place the following day at 5pm the obvious choice was the Spencer’s shopping mall. I jumped in her maruti 800 with her, and saw a woman that was about 3 inches shorter than me at 5'7, she had shoulder length honey brown colored hair, very strait and little clippy things in her hair. She was wearing a pretty low cut salwar to show deep cleavage. She did have great legs, nice and smooth, absolutely flawless. She had medium size breast, but I never was a freak over large breast, they were a little smaller than I preferred, but I'm sure the reader would be interested in the size, and I don't know it. She had a tattoo sticker high on one breast that was a little tacky and visible through the low cut salwar minus the shawl, but once again it was the pure sexual energy that I felt.

We sat and talked in her 800 for a couple of hours after parking it in the inner road besides the light house on the Gandhi beach, didn't touch each other, and I remembered that I really did like her for who she was, not what she looked like. The first meeting ended harmlessly enough, but I quickly left for home and stroked myself to a fast orgasm. The following week we agreed to meet at my apartment around noon. She showed up a little late, but she was there, she was wearing jean and a button down shirt, and had her hair back in a ponytail, ponytails are incredibly sexy to me, and I was immediately feeling a stirring in my loins. Lalitha should have been in the 50 to 60 kilogram range and the out fits she wore did well to deceive her age, but I was after this particular age group.

Lalitha came in and sat down and we talked for a little while, then unexpectedly she grabbed me by the back of my head and we started kissing. It was electrifying, she kissed me long and deep, she inserted her tongue into my mouth and flipped it up and down and quarreled with my tongue. She ran her hands down my back and down my thighs, then back up the inside of my thighs. My hands instantly went to her smooth legs beneath the tight fit jean. I lightly brushed my hands on the outside of her thighs and she shivered with my ticklish touch. Lalitha kept inching forward causing my hand to move closer to her nice ass. Lalitha’s hand continued up to my hard cock, and she started rubbing it hard and fast through my shorts, it was amazing, all the while she kept me tongue tied with her mouth. My hand found its way to her breast and I placed my hand very softly on her breast and felt her heart beat speeding up through my palm.

Then my inexperienced hands slid up the inside of her thigh and within a short while Lalitha’s jean was on the floor. I was centimeters for her box that I so craved to touch. Her hand found its way up my shorts and started rubbing on my hard cock. It was intense, I felt like her experienced hands would be able to make me cum in a heartbeat, but fortunately my cock had more blood in the head than I did so I lasted longer than two seconds. Meanwhile my hand finally started stroking her labia through her panties and I started rubbing her clit through her panties as well.

I've never been with vocal woman up until now, and Lalitha started moaning and groaning into my mouth, mixed with the pleasure her hand was giving me I felt like I could have cum instantly, but once again it didn't happen. She quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them to my ankle, with my only assistance being sitting up enough for her to pull them off. Lalitha started stroking my cock furiously, while scooting her ass back on the sofa away from me, I thought I had hurt or something, but it was only to get into a better position.

When she was positive I was as hard as I would get Lalitha quickly drove her mouth deep onto my cock. She started by deep throating me, which to this day is one of the most intense feelings I have ever had. She flicked her tongue on the tip of my cock, and seemed to be trying to tongue my hole that didn't last long, I warned her that I was cumming and she didn't even stop, she just sucked harder and harder and sucked till I started squirting in her mouth, She pulled her mouth off and I squirted some more on her chest. She sat up, took a finger through my cum on her chest and slurped it off like my cock was her finger. I instantly went soft, and normally at this time its my turn to return the favor or get dressed, but that wasn't true with Lalitha. She took off what ever fabric that was left on her and went down to my limp cock and started sucking it. It was amazing, I started bucking and thrashing and moaning, I never moaned.

I quickly got hard again and Lalitha led me to my bedroom. I took off my shirt. She stood their in her underwear and I stood completely naked, ready for my lesson. Lalitha pushed me on my back onto the bed and crawled up and started kissing me, and dry humping my leg. I was really hard at this point so she pulled her panties aside and grabbed my cock with the other hand and aimed and she slid down on my cock. It was amazing, for a woman this old I didn't expect such a tight pussy, but Lalitha was very tight and she slid very very slowly down my cock. I almost couldn't hold it, she leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and started riding me.

Lalitha started off slowly, her pussy muscles were contracting around my cock, milking it for all it was worth. She sat up and started flipping her hair around and moaning and groaning, she was so loud and it only made me incredibly horny so I started returning the thrust and she responded with more moaning, and cursing, she ran her nails across my chest cutting me, but the pain was so intense, it was absolutely amazing.

Finally she started screaming that she was cumming and wanted me to cum deep in her pussy with her. It didn't take much but I quickly came as her muscles all spasmed and she cried and screamed and my juices flowed deeply into her. It was so amazing, I had never cum that hard in my life. Lalitha sat up, as my now soft and satisfied cock fell out of her.

She got off the bed, put on her clothes and came over to me on the bed and kissed me once for the road and left. I never saw her online again, and the number I called that she gave me was never answered, so I don't know what happened to Lalitha, but I have the memory of the best sexual experience of my life, and I can't wait for another older woman. That’s all folks hope you enjoyed the sexcapade of a mature women keep me posted of your feed backs and comments as always to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ