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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
What I am going to describe here is a 100% true story, which happened some 10 years ago when I was doing my B.Sc., Ist year. It is still in my memory, each and every minute’s action packed, live drama which I witnessed on that un-forgetful night, as though it had been enacted yesterday.
Just a few months before my first semester exam, I was compelled by my parents to go to my Chitti’s (she is not my mother’s direct younger sister, but considered by way of some distant relation- ship as a younger sister) house, everyday by late evening to take special coaching in physics and chemistry, as she was working as a lecturer in a leading woman’s college at that time. I used to pedal my old Raleigh cycle for nearly 3 kms to reach my Chitti’s house and return by next day early morning to my house. It was a small, compact out-house of a big bungalow. She was staying alone and my Chittappa (her husband works as a govt. doctor in a distant rural hospital, two districts away and use to come home only during the week ends)
Now I must tell you about my ‘Chitti’ . To say it in a few words she always looked like an `apsaras’. She was very beautiful and she had a very shapely, slim but curvy body. Very fair. Had long hair flowing gently up to her thighs. She always seemed to look to be very serious in nature. But when she smiled slightly at any one, he will fell fat on her legs and will be prepared to do anything she orders. Such a fascinating beautiful lady she was. She must be 31 or 32 at that time. But her husband was in a direct contrast to her personality. Dark, bald headed and very heavy built in stature. Her two kids were brought-up by her grand mother at a different town.
My coaching class would be over by 8.45pm and by 9 pm I would be fast asleep in a single cot that my chitti would keep it ready for me in the only one hall-cum-bedroom that house had. In those days I had never woke-up beyond 9pm.Chitti knew this very well and she wind-up her tuition well before that time and she would then go for any house work that was remaining and then sleep after some one hour. This was the routine work. Very rarely I would go to her house during week end. On those times my Chittappa would be there. He always would ask us to finish the coaching class very early and he himself will make ready the bed for all the three of us to go for sleep early. Only my chitti ,after her doing all remaining works in the kitchen will come late for sleep. By that time I would be in deep sleep and generally woke up only next day morning.
But on one night unusually I woke up from the sleep and I could hear some murmurs and sounds of heavy breathing. I also heard some peculiar sounds which I had not heard in my life time. At that time I could not guess what it was and the sound came in some rhythmic pattern… chalak…pulak….chalak….pulak…. Now and then the breathing sound also went to some peak level. I totally came out of my sleep .My mind also became very sharp. I tried to concentrate very seriously and scanned the whole room in the darkness. Nothing could be seen and soon all became silent in the next 5 minutes. From the position of my cot I could not properly see and guess. In a few minutes I again began to sleep without knowing what has exactly happened in the floor, right down my cot.
Next day by 9pm I decided to sleep in the floor itself and convinced my chittappa with some reason and spread out a mat and pillow for my self and went to sleep early. But I was very alert
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and attentive to even slight sound and waited for that moment to come. By 1am I heard some murmuring sounds. I started sharpening my senses. I woke up from my sleep, but did not make any body movements. I kept my eyes wide open. Luckily for me some good light was coming through the back side window, where there was a Bus Shed of a private bus company. Some times they use to work late during the night. I thanked God for that help.
I could see the lying position of both my chitti and chittappa, just 4 feet away from my place.
My c..ppa was hugging my c…ti even while he was lying in the side position. He started kissing her on the face and neck. My c…ti turned her face this side and that side for some moments but he continued with his wild kissing all over her face and neck. Blood got heated up in my body merely after seeing this.
All of a sudden my C…ppa removed the upper portion of my Chittis saree and I could see her in her tight blouse. He then started pressing her two firm balls. He then inserted his fingers in to her blouse and was doing some sort of a massage. After some minutes he tried to un button her blouse but did not succeed. My chitti herself helped in this process. He wanted to remove the blouse completely off her body. But she refused with her hand. He then attempted to un hook her bra also. She herself helped for this too but again refused its complete removal. Both the blouse and the bra were now totally un-hooked but was still hanging loose on her sides. This I could clearly see even in that semi darkness. Her two white, well shaped, round, erect, soft but firm malgova mangos were fully exposed and was giving me good treat to my eyes. I could even see the erected nipples.
My C…ppa started playing with these two balls for nearly 10 minutes. He was cuddling, kissing, fondling, and pressing the two most wonderful creation of the God. His action created some tingling metallic sounds due to my chitti wearing some golden chains and the tali etc., on her neck. I was thrilled to hear this sound When he was thus handling my chitti’s two big, rounded apples like this for some minutes, my chitti murmured some thing on his ear. For this he replied in a husked voice, “don’t worry, he is sleeping well…. Allow me to enjoy you much….. This time…how sweet you are….I am hungry…I want to eat you as such……darling …permit me…. ……he will not hear…. I won’t wake him…I am after all doing this job after a long gap… I will do it gently…yes..yes….I agree with you….”
But againafter some time my Chitti said something. He then said “o.k..o.k” .
I was watching all these things with battered breath. My heart was pounding loudly. I thought that he was going to end the whole show on her order. When I was about to curse my luck like this, that this happened. I could not believe my eyes. He got up and knelt slightly his body and came to the foot side of my chitti and stood there in kneeling position for a few seconds and suddenly raised both the saree and pavadai (petticoat) of my chitti’s and rolled it up to her waist fully exposing her naked body below the navel. I could very well see her fair, well shaped, ivory like thighs, buttocks and legs. Her triangular plot with lush and fully grown black grass garden was also clearly visible even during that dim light. My heart was pumping fast. My tool got erected like a .303 rifle. I slightly turned to their direction for conveniently watching this night show, but was lying in the same place, motionless. He then spread and positioned my chitti’s legs into a `V’ shape and also made her to slightly bend and raise her knees. He then entered in between her two thighs.
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He then came over my chitti, face to face but was holding himself in air for some time by using his hand and legs with support, which position reminded me of a over bridge. Then he lowered and raised his buttocks, several times. His fully erected, big 7” tool was clearly visible. I easily under stood that he was making trial of his attempt to enter exactly in to her pleasure hole. This is what I later learnt as Man `mounting’ on Woman. After some attempts with jerking movements, he completely lowered his body and successfully mounted over her and remained motionless for some time. My chitti after some time murmured something in to his ear. I could not hear what it was, but our man immediately sprang in to action. As like a robot his buttocks alone went up and down in swift motion. Soon I started hearing that `special effects’ sound. Chalak…pulak…chalak…pulak… He behaved like a machine. Again Chitti hinted him something in low tones. He reduced his speed but continued with his tool, drilling her slowly but steadily. She was moaning now and then also made `hiss -hiss’ noise like a snake.
I had difficulty suppressing my instrument within my lungi and because I was not wearing any under wear I also started engaging my hand for my `Hand Work’ job. Though I have done masturbation several times previously by looking into sexy pictures, this time my experience was certainly different. I was watching live sex show, performed by a husband and wife in their own natural and thrilling circumstances, just a few feet away, thinking themselves that I am in deep sleep and not knowing anything about their enjoyment.
For nearly about ten minutes he continued with his `ploughing’ the fertile field. Then he asked her permission to irrigate the land. Chitti said “`No’……`No’…continue for a few more minutes”. He said O.K…O.K and reduced the speed further and was `pumping’ very slowly in slow-motion style. After some time chitti suddenly gave him green signal by further raising her two already bend legs in a quick jerk. He then acted very fast and the speed by which his buttocks moved up and down reminded me of the speed in which a jet plane would set-off running speedily on a run-way, after getting green signal from the control tower, just before its take-off in to sky.
I could not control any more and without any effort instantly ejaculated my `White jelly’ inside my lungie itself and experienced such a pleasure that lasted for several seconds to subside.
And at the same time nearer to me they too should have reached their climax and they were seen tightly hugging each other and were lying motionless for some minutes. After some time I saw my chittappa tiresomely withdrawing his tool from my chitti’s bore-well and laid himself on the other side. My chitti started covering her half naked body once again with her pavadai and saree and buttoned her bra and blouse once again and after adjusting her dress, got herself prepared for her sleep, as though nothing has happened. My chittappa after some time even started snoring during his sleep.
But I did not sleep well on that night and for several nights this memories of this `night show’ disturbed my sleep and even to day it continues to do so and makes me to do the `hand work’, where ever and when ever circumstances favours me to `commit’ that act, imagining myself that I am thoroughly ploughing my Chitti’s triangular pleasure field.
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