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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Before we go to bed, it is a habit with me to ask my
wife, Usha, about her previous sexual experiences.
Though, initially, she was very shy about talking such
things, the effect her stories has on my cock
encouraged her to tell about her experiences. When I
hear them, I used to be wet with precum and my prick
used to throb. Half way through the story, I would
have undressed her and inserted my finger into her
horny pussy, searching for her clit. By the end of her
story telling, we are both so horny that the sex that
follows is simply out of the world.
The following story my wife told me after a lot of
pursuation.
“This happened when I was a Class IX student in Pattom
Central School”, Usha said. Pattom Central School, as
you know, is in Trivandrum.
“How old were you?” I asked.
“I was 14 then.” Her house was near Kudapanakunnu in
Trivandrum where now the Doordarsan Kendra is
situated. She used to catch a bus to Pattom, a good 10
kms away.
“That day I was late. I missed my regular bus and got
into a crowded bus.” I had seen Usha’s pics of that
age, she was a scrawny and lean girl – not the sex
bomb she is now – who had a very innocent look about
her. She was so thin that her legs were like match
sticks. In her school uniform, black half-skirt and
white blouse she used to look like a small kid.
“I made my way to the ladies section of the bus after
a lot of trouble”, Usha said. Women, mostly
office-goers, crowded around her.
“A lady, about 35, was standing before, facing me. I
was so short that her breasts were coming at my face
level.”
“Then?” I asked.
“Her breasts were accidentally touching my face and
after sometime I started feeling good.”
“Then?”
“She had a handbag and she was holding it high, around
my chest-level. Her fingers were clutching it. Those
fingers were also accidentally touching my little
breasts.”
“What did you feel?” I asked.
“It was a new kind of feeling. I never felt so
pleasant before.”
When the bus stopped at Kawadiar, the lady sitting
adjacent to Usha in the ladies’ seat got out. Usha
offered that seat to the 35 year old lady standing
before her. She sat down. Now, Usha’s backside was
facing her.
“Then?” I asked.
“Since her fingers were no longer touching my little
breasts and my face was not touching her breasts, I
started feeling normal. All the pleasant tension was
slowly going away. Suddenly I felt her fingers
scratching my knees.”
“Then?”
“At first I did not feel anything. But I did not make
any moves. This encouraged the lady. Her fingers moved
up.”
“Oh God!!!’
“The fingers scratched and scratched my lower thigh.
They slowly went up. Then I thought am I getting my
periods?”
“Periods?”
“I was feeling sticky in my pussy. I was never wet
with sexual feelings before, so I did not know what is
wetness and sexual arousal. The lady was slowly
massaging my thighs, till her fingers reached my
panties.”
“Usha!!!”
“Her fingers gently pressured me to part my legs. I
did that. She pulled down my panties from above. I had
very little hair then. She tweaked these hairs and
gently her fingers entered my pussy. It was wet as
hell.”
“Then?”
“She found my clit and gently massaged it. My hole was
open by itself, automatically and hungrily, and one
finger she put in the hole also. All through these,
she was looking normal and watching the world through
the bus windows. Only she had covered her arms fully
with her silk saree so that nobody knows what is
happening.”
“Then?”
“Then it happened. I came!!! My head exploded!!! In
the middle of a crowd inside a bus. My pussy was
contracting so fast. It was pulsating. I had
difficulties in controlling sobs.”
“Then?”
“Pattom stop had come. I looked at her thankfully and
got down. She took out a white towel from her bag and
wiped her hands.This is how I came first.”
Dear readers, you can imagine the fucking we fucked
after Usha’s horny narration. Dear readers, I wrote
down this experience after the encouraging letters I
received from you all for my last story “WRONG
NUMBER.”. Plese post your comments to
chettan4568@yahoo.com
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