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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
A story, the origin goes back to two and a half decades. Not a story, a real incident, an epic of love, affection, concern and sex. 25 years back, when it started, the order was in the reverse; sex first. For vehement reasons, I avoid the real identity as it may pain some others. I am a female of 40 years, mother of two children, son aged 18, an IIT student, daughter 16, a plus two student and wife of a multinational executive, myself working as a Lecturer in a famous college in the capital city of Kerala.
Then I was young, my Mother a Public School teacher and Father a gazetted Officer in a Govt. Department. The only child, studying in a famous institution, a bright student, the pride of parents. I can’t imagine what my size was. I was unaware of the blooming boobs, nothing about sex. My classmates at that time never discussed anything, unbecoming of a decent student. We were living with a bachelor servant, never considered as a servant, called by me as uncle, lovable, caring, 40 years old, who looked after the house as own.
One day I was taking bath in the outside bathroom, carefree, wearing a small towel, we called it as ‘thorthu’, half naked, without closing the door. Mother was expected after two hours and father after any time after that. I was soaping my body, enjoying the lavish leather of it. Mildly, the unlocked door of the bathroom was opened. Uncle was there. I liked his company so much. I didn’t feel anything unusual in it. He looked at me, the same compassionate look. After a few seconds he asked, “Is it the way you soap yourself? You have soaped your hands and stomach only. Is it enough?” I used to do so, hence I said, “Yes”. He said “No. Every external part should be cleaned with soap. Then only you will be clean.” He again asked, “Have I to help you?.” I was really happy. Somebody attends me is good. If it is my beloved uncle, it will be nicest. Immediately I responded, “Yes uncle.”
He bolted the door. I was happy; only my uncle and myself. He got the soap from me. His hand gradually soaped my left arm; very slowly, carefully, specially attending to my armpits. Then the right hand, every inch, including my finger nails. Then my throat, chest, very slowly. His hands circled my boobs. I felt a tingling sensation. His thump and index finger kneaded my nipples softly. I was rising from earth. My eyes half closed, enjoyed the sensation. I didn’t know how long it went. Every cell my body was blooming. His hands gently went down to my stomach, belly button and down. His other hand was on my back, down to my ass. It went down to my ass cheeks, the cleavage. I was really enjoying. He squat down on his feet, soaping my left leg. His hands moved up to my crotch, his gentle fingers touching my pussy. Then the right leg. His fingers moved several times between the crotch, soaping my pussy and anal hole. For the first time I looked at him. I could see his throbbing dick, the glistening red head through the dhothi, without underwear. His hands opened the lips of my pussy, his index finger gently kneaded my clitoris; I felt the presence the organ for the first time in my life. I was trembling with pleasure. His hands touched every cell of exterior. Then he stood up, removed the towel. He gently soaped the back of my shoulders, down, down to my ass. His folded hand moved several times between my ass cheeks, to the pussy. I was enjoying every second. Then he removed his hand. His rock hard organ replaced his hand. His pelvis touched my back. I could feel his organ move to and fro, a tingling sensation. I kept my thighs tight unknowingly to hold his organ. He was tightly but softly holding me from my back. At first both his hands massaged my boobs, every massage ending in a kneading of the nipples. Then one hand went down to my stomach; downwards it reached the new found organ, clit. I was seeing heaven. His organ was acting like a saw, sawing my thighs. The glistening knot appearing and disappearing; a wonderful sight. Time was dead. I didn’t know how long, at last a warm sensation, something viscous running along my legs. He was breathing heavily. I could feel the hardness of his organ reduces. After some time, his hands were still; his organ between my thighs was a mass of flesh. He came out, washed my body well, toweled it and gave me a warm kiss on my cheeks and went out. I didn’t know whether I was dreaming or not. Every inch of my body was pulsating.
I could not sleep at night. I imitated myself the wonderful journey of his fingers all over my body, boobs, stomach, clit; but not the expected result. I tried to finger my pussy but it pained me, hence I stopped the exercise. Next day at school I was dreaming. I found my school bus was moving to home at a snail’s pace. After a long time I reached home. As usual, uncle helped me out from the school bus, carrying my bag. He gave me tea and cake and asked me to remove my uniform and went to his room as usual. I closed my room, stood before the mirror stark naked, a new sight of my own body. The desire to have uncle’s fingers all over my body became irresistible.
Wearing a loose outfit, without undergarments, I went to uncle’s room. There he was repairing a damaged water tap. “Have you washed your body?” he asked. I nodded in the negative. “Go and wash yourself and have your lessons” he said. I went near him, sat beside him touching his body. He was immersed in his work. I couldn’t control. I took one of his hands and put it on my small boob. There was a sympathetic smile on his face. He fondled my boobs gently, first over my coat and then directly. I was rising to heaven. I took his other hand and placed it on my crotch. He fondled my pussy over the coat. I raised it for him. His index finger played with my clit while the middle finger was playing with my inner labia. I climaxed several times.
Then he said gently, “Now you have to do all these yourself”. He went out and returned with a gourd from the kitchen, just the size of his little finger. He washed it thoroughly, dried it with his lungi and applied some cream on it. Then he gently parted the lips of my pussy, applied some cream there, put the tip of the gourd on the lower part of my pussy and gently thrust it inside. Without much pain it entered fully and touched some inner part, which he said as my uterus. He worked it gently and asked me to do it myself. A new heaven, my speed automatically increased while he was stimulating the clit. I reached the climax soon. He said, “Go and wash yourself and study the lessons.” But I felt something incomplete. I wanted to see his organ, which sawed my buttocks last day. I placed my hands on his crotch where I could feel the same hardness. I grabbed it over the lungi. He said, “No, it is bad.” But I wanted to touch it badly. I begged, “Only once Mama.” With much reluctance, unable to ignore my request, he put my hands under the lungi. I held it tightly. I forcefully parted his lungi and took it out. It was standing out through the background of thick hair and the balls. I touched everywhere, moved my hands to and fro and watched the glistening red head eagerly. I wanted to place it between my thighs and feel it grinding my pussy. I sat on his lap with naked ass and placed it between my thighs and held tightly. After a few moments, he gently moved up and down, fondling my boobs. His speed gradually increased and his fondling of my boobs became harder. Then it happened, the white fluid jerked out and some drops reached my face. He was breathing heavily as on last day. His kunna became limp. ( He jokily said the name as ‘kunna’ and mine as ‘pooru’). He washed me well and dried with his lungi. He kissed my cheeks and asked me to go for my lessons, as it was already late. Before leaving the room, before he could prevent, I raised his lungi and had a look at his kunna, which was innocently hanging.
Next days I could not attend the class, dreaming about the magic fingers and the hard kunna of my uncle. I was eager to reach home. He kept the gourd in his room for me. The same thing repeated. I was making him do things. He was very careful, not to inflict any pain on me. That day I tasted a drop of his cum which jerked into my lips.
The next weekly examinations showed results. My rank reached almost the last from the first one. Seeing my progress reports uncle was really upset. He sternly said this is not in substitution of school lessons. Until I showed him the first rank, he would never touch me. I could never imagine such a situation. After a week of agony, I showed him the restored first rank.
That day he was actually celebrating for me. He washed me in his bathroom, soaping every part. He dried me with a towel and I came out of the bathroom naked. For the first time he kissed me on my lips. He kissed every part of me. He gently sucked my nipples. He squatted before me, kissing my pooru. His tongue stimulated my clit. Both his hands were fondling and pressing my ass cheeks while his tongue parted the lips of my pooru and the tip of his tongue was tickling every inch of it. I might have cum a hundred times. With the compassion he asked, “Is it enough?” “No”, I said. “I want to sit on your lap.” I untied his lungi and saw him fully naked for the first time. I liked his body so much. His hard kunna sawed me for the next 15 minutes. When his speed increased, I bent my face downwards, in anticipation of his cum. It really happened. First two shots fell on my mouth, which he was unaware. I tasted and swallowed it. Then gradually his kunna became limp. I held it between my thighs for some more time.
He taught me about personal hygiene. Before every session of our play, I cared to wash my body well. He said to me many men might not like the salty taste of sweat. Being a hidden part, the musky smell of pooru may be irritating. I always felt the fragrance of soap at his crotch; he must be prepared for the sessions. After pissing, he insisted to wash my pooru well. He was very strict in my lessons at school also. He never permitted to slip my rank to second.
One day, after a sucking session of my uncle, before the concluding part of his sawing me, I was lying on the bed, my head on his laps. I untied his lungi and was playing with his kunna. Accidentally the tip of it touched my lips. I tickled it with my tongue. From his movements I felt he was enjoying it. I licked every inch of it. I tried to swallow his balls. Then I put the head of it in my mouth and started sucking. He slowly placed one of my hands on his shaft and showed how to move up and down while sucking. He was gently pressing it into my mouth. His hand on the back of my head helped me for faster movement. Gradually the pressure from his crotch and his hand on the back of my head made his kunna touching my throat and before long his cum filled my throat and mouth. I didn’t take it out. While the kunna was in my mouth, I swallowed his cum, the taste of which was not new to me. It stayed there limp for some time. Then he took it out. With an apologetic face he asked me, “Don’t you feel it bad?” “No uncle, it was one of the best experiences I had. Moreover I had tasted it several times while you sawing me.” His eyes sparkled unbelievingly.
Three months elapsed. By this time the size of the gourd became larger and larger and now it was about the size of his kunna. I was badly longing to put it in mine. He refused it, saying it was not good. One day instead of sitting on his laps, I straddled his laps facing him. Before he could do anything, I placed his hard kunna at the entrance of my wet pooru. Yes, it entered without much hardship. He was pumping hardly while sucking my nipples. I didn’t know how many times I cum. At last he became limp. It was a wonderful experience to stand before him naked, his cum flowing along my thighs. He said to me not to permit semen inside the pooru once my menses starts, which may lead to unwanted pregnancy.
Periodically he shaved my private hair nicely. I wanted to have thick hairs there but it would be inconvenient for his sucking. One day while sucking he parted my ass cheeks and his index finger gently tickled my anus. It was a nice sensation. He dipped his small finger in my wet pussy and tried it at the lower hole. Even though it pained me a bit, I enjoyed it so much. When I was in my room, I tried small gourd in my anal hole, which gave me the same climax.
He taught me everything about six months. He had a lot to teach me how to be clean on me. I couldn’t imagine wasting those four days (of periods). He had his own methods. Without touching my pooru, which was in napkins, just by using my boobs and ass, he made me cum several times. After that he never permitted his semen in my pooru; either he used condoms or climaxed at my mouth or anus.
I had my degree and Post graduation with gold medals. At 22, I got posting in a famous college at the capital city of Kerala. At 24 I got married to young Manager in a multinational, just came out from IIM. Before that, uncle taught me a lot of lessons. I must appear to be a virgin in his bedroom. I was really worried to leave my uncle. But he promised to be there, when and where I want him to be. I managed the first night, before my inexperienced husband, with closed legs, which he found to be really tight. I made sounds of pain on his penetration. A really disappointing experience. I expected him to improve. But he was wedded to his career. He never knew the art of foreplays. As in his office, he was really matter of fact. After his office works finished at 11 ‘O’ clock, he closes the bedroom door, switches off the light, comes to bed, have a few minutes play on my breasts, mostly without removing the bra, then raises the nightie, without wasting time, hit his organ on my vagina. Mostly, I have to part the labia for its entrance. A few minutes’ pumping, over; turns to the other side, might be with the satisfaction of performing his sacred duties to his beloved wife.
After 15 days uncle came to our flat; mother informed me of his visit. I availed one day’s leave. He came with a heavy baggage from mother, my dear vegetable, pickles, country fruits and a lot. He reached by 11 ‘O’ clock in the morning, 3 hours after my husband left to office. I was waiting for his door bell from ten onwards. Within seconds I opened the door and as he entered I locked it immediately. I was verbally falling on his chest. I couldn’t waste even a single minute. Until he left at 6 ‘O’ clock in the afternoon, I was compensating the last (lost) 15 days. He very prudently brought condoms also. He was very stern in his principles; my children must be of my husband.
25 years passed. A lot of water flowed under the bridge. My uncle is now 65, the same man I experienced 25 years back. Once in a beautiful moment I asked, “Why didn’t you marry Mama?”. He very reluctantly said about his lost love with his uncle’s daughter. I asked, “Had you sexual relationship with any other woman?” He said, “With the same girl, a few times. I learnt from her the vulnerable parts of female body. I watched her response of my hands on every part of her. Yes, this is my only experience. The second and the last is with you.” I looked at him with adoration. Even now, once in every 15 days we have our day.
Malathy
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