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Due to excessive work and tension at office, my health had taken a beating. Moreover, I was not married, too, being just 28 years of age! Seeing my state, one of relatives suggested a stay at one of the famous Keralite Ayurvedic hospitals, where a course of massage and rest would rejuvenate me. I followed his advice- little did I realize how well I would be rejuvenated, or the real meaning of that word.
Accordingly, on the recommendation of my friend, I took a cottage at one of the best Ayurvedic hospitals for a period of 14 days. The treatment was intensive, and not quite like what I had expected. The treatment consisted not only of massages, but also the regular purging of the stomach, and enemas beginning at 6AM all up to around 4PM or so. After a week, I started feeling lighter and more energetic. The balance 7 days was an enforced ‘rest’ period. Being the month of July, the monsoons were very heavy, typical of the region.
It was the 4th day of my treatment when I noticed a family had occupied the adjacent cottage (the hospital had two such cottages). I was glad for the company. Every morning my path to the treatment room took me past their cottage and I would wish a good morning to the new occupants- a man, his wife presumably and an elderly couple. After seeing me every day, they would respond, too. Then my treatment ended and the ‘rest period’ started. I was fairly bored- no communication with the outside world, with just a few old books from the hospital library. I then decided to drop in on my neighbors and give them a social call. The family consisted of a married couple in their 30s/40s. The husband, in his early 40s, was a Keralite Christian and I could communicate with him only in English, having lived all his life near Cochin. His parents could neither speak Hindi nor English, being simple countryside-folk. However, his wife, who I felt was in her mid 30s, was a pretty, fair-skinned and slim lady, who could speak Hindi fairly well, having studied outside Kerala where her classmates were mostly North Indians. She seemed happy to be able to converse in Hindi again.
One hot and sunny afternoon (it was not raining that day) I dropped in to see them again. However, I saw that the husband was absent- he had gone away for a special treatment room, said his wife. His parents were napping after lunch.
I wanted to go away, but she asked me to stay: “His treatment will get over only by 5PM. But if you don’t mind, please wait a while”, she requested. So I stayed back.
We sat and talked. She was quite an open and clear lady- and quite charming, in her own way. She asked me about my wife and I told her that she was here, but had now gone away to her classmate friend’s house. I then noticed that she didn’t react as I would have expected. Instead of exclaiming and saying that it was a pity she couldn’t meet my wife, she just nodded her head and smiled. After about an hour or so of waiting, I excused myself. She rose, smiled and told me to come again and talk, as she wanted company, and her in-laws were old, and tired easily. More so, she said, it was a great feeling to meet someone with whom she could converse in Hindi again, as she was reminded of her college days, and her Hindi-speaking friends. She asked me to come again the next afternoon after lunch so as to converse in Hindi.
In this way we started meeting every afternoon and evening- once with her alone, and then in the evening along with her husband and in-laws. Within 4 days or so, we had become quite free and open, cracking jokes and exchanging views and gossip, often touching topics such as sex. I was beginning to enjoy her company very much. Her husband, I gathered, was a quiet, unobtrusive chap like his parents, and conversation with him was also equally desultory.
One day, about 3 days before my stay was due to end, our conversation veered on to my life, and how it was. I replied in kind, describing my situation that led me here for a course in rejuvenation. I then asked her about her life. She was a teacher at a primary school and had been married 5 years, and they had had no children. Her husband was a businessman, and doing well in a trading business. I then asked her why the treatment for her husband, expecting her to say the same as me, but she instead said that it was for infertility. He was a nice peaceful man, she said, but she had an overwhelming desire for children, which was every married woman’s desire. Moreover, she said, she saw no hope from this treatment, as doctors whom they had consulted had said that chances were slim. Now they had resorted to the last option- undergoing Ayurvedic treatments. As she said this, she started crying. I was a bit shocked and embarrassed to see her shed tears, and I got up, went to her side and consoled her, patting her hand. She then leaned onto my chest, and my arms went round her consolingly. Then she turned and embraced me tight. I felt her pointy breasts crushing against my chest. I responded in kind.
So here we were, embracing each other tightly in the small drawing room, while suddenly, I felt afraid that we could get caught, especially with her in-laws sleeping in the adjacent bedroom. Reluctantly, I moved away, getting ready to leave. She smiled and apologized. I told her not to worry at all. I then added- it’s so rare to get embraced by a pretty lady like you. She blushed and smiled at me, love evident in her brimming eyes. Her pallu had fallen from her shoulder leaving her upper torso uncovered by the sari- it caught my eye that she looked very sexy indeed. And she was not taking any pains to cover herself. Her blouse was tight-fitting and her breasts were perky, seen though the blouse and bra. She covered herself and told me- “Now that you have come here so many times, can I come to your room? Bring you some tea or coffee? Hope it’s not a bother for you…” I told her that she was welcome anytime, and I would be glad to help her in any way to alleviate her sorrow… I left the sentence hanging and she looked at me intently, and she smiled suddenly. Just then, there was a cough from the adjacent bedroom- it was her MIL, who wanted some water. She went away, looking at me with a smile. I went to my room in a daze. It was unbelievable that a lady was interested in me, that too, such a really pretty and sexy lady.
That evening, my physician noted an abnormally high pulse-rate and advised me not to go out into the sun in the day time. I had a sleepless night- seeing her face and body, feeling her boobs pressing against my chest through the blouse…Finally, just to get to sleep, I went to the bathroom and shagged away to relieve the tension.
The next day was a cloudy and blustery day. Heavy rain was imminent, and after lunch it started raining. Suddenly the lights went out, and it got very dark. I sat on the sofa reading a book by the window. After a while I heard a knock on the door. I went and opened it- it was raining pretty heavily outside, and there, under an umbrella was my neighbor lady! She had with her a flask and she raised it: “Coffee!”
I smiled and let her in. It was raining heavily, and no one could have noticed her coming, I guessed. She was a bit wet, though, as her umbrella was weak and had folded under the strong wind, wetting her blouse. I could see her bra through the wet blouse, and where her breast was not covered by the restraining bra the blouse had clung to the wet skin. I took her umbrella and unfurling it, keeping it on the balcony to let it drip-dry. She had, by then, got inside. As I got in, she asked me “do you have a towel? My hair’s wet, I feel” I went to the bedroom and got a towel for her. She thanked me, and started toweling her hair- it was a pretty sight to see her boobs shaking vigorously as she toweled her hair. Her sari pallu had again fallen from her shoulder. At length, she was dry again. And she said “now I’m dry. Hope I don’t catch a cold!” And I somehow said “no, you won’t I’m quite warm-blooded” and she laughed. I felt a bit embarrassed and she smiled at me. We then sat down, and she went inside to the kitchen to bring a couple of tea-cups. As she returned, I asked her about her in-laws- won’t they realize you’re absent?” No, she replied- they usually slept well, waking up only by 4PM, and it was just 1:30PM now…
It was now her turn to keep the sentence hanging and I looked at her keenly over the steaming cup of hot filter coffee. She, too, was looking at me with equal keenness and a longing in her eyes. We finished our coffee and sat on the sofa, looking at each other silently. She got up and I got up as well, and we kept the cup on the table, and we just crept closer till we grabbed at each other, embracing each other tightly. Wordlessly, my hands roamed over her back, feeling her spine. She was moaning slightly and she turned up and our lips locked. It was one of the best experiences ever- her soft lips as we kissed each other. Her soft lips and mouth tasted of coffee and it was warm and soft. I then realized that my penis was hard and erect through the shorts that I wore, and probably pressing against her. We were but too busy kissing each other. As I pressed her with great longing, she moaned against my ear. I then moved down, kissing her ear and neck, and her chest. I then rubbed the palm of my hands against her blouse front, over her breasts, and she moaned. Quickly, she unbuttoned her blouse and threw it aside. Now she was in her bra, and it was fascinating to see her breasts swelling against the tight bra. I kneeled down and sucking her nipples through the bra front. With my hand, I undid the bra hooks at the back and the bra went free and fell. All of a sudden, I felt her soft sweet nipple in my mouth. Her breasts were large, well shaped and white. Her nipples were light brownish, hard and turgid, and she was moaning loudly as I roamed my tongue, sucking and slurping with gusto. It was raining hard now and the raindrops falling on the sheet roof of the cottage raised a tremendous din, almost like a roar. I moved my hands to her round breasts, massaging them softly as I moved down with the other hand releasing her sari. Her sari fell away, and I was surprised to see her fully nude- she had not worn a petticoat or panty underneath. But she was not bothered to say anything, and was just kissing me all over the top of my head, grasping me. I, too, was not bothered, and I moved down to her crotch- she was clean-shaven, and pink and moist. A delicious smell arose from her cunt as I neared it. I then licked her cunt lips, biting the soft flesh. She was trembling and crying slowly in pleasure. She then grasped me by her two hands, pushing my face onto her crotch. As I licked her cunt she buckled with frenzy, leaking sweet and salty juices over my face. She grew more frantic and then put one leg over my shoulder as I sucked deeply. She shuddered as she came. I still did not stop and continued- she was bucking now, rubbing herself on my face. She had just shaved, and hence it was soft and smooth. It could have been difficult otherwise. As she came again, her legs buckled and her cunt fell away from me. She slowly fell to the floor, and then her breasts came to my face, and held still,- I knew she wanted me to suck her breasts.
As I did that, she said “my baby- suck these breasts- and she shuddered again as she came. The rain had still not abated. She then lay back on the floor, spread eagled. Her cunt flesh was turgid and glistened with juices. Her eyes were shut. Her large white breasts heaved slowly as she breathed deeply. Her erect nipples shone with my saliva- altogether a heavenly sight. She opened her eyes and looked at me, then at my crotch- I was still fully clothed but with a large bulge at my crotch. She saw that, and pounced forward, struggling with my jeans. As I tried to open them, she said- “no, let me” I then removed my shirt, as she continued with my pant, alternately caressing and massaging the front of the bulge. It was great to see her passion. Then she got the button open and the shorts were peeled off. Then came off my jocks and she looked on with admiration at my erect member- I was surprised, too- it looked longer than before- almost 7” long, I felt. The knob was half out of the foreskin and a single white drop of pre-cum sat at the tip, like a pearl. Hungrily, and with a moan, she leaned forward and with an open mouth, took my prick. It was a heavenly feeling to feel her hot and silky tongue licking the base of my penis. I was in 7th heaven as she licked my member. I looked below and she was fully engrossed, with my prick in her mouth, making a large bulge in her cheek. I was by now on the floor and outside the rain had not abated its fury. I then pulled off her head and she crawled up over me. My prick slid slowly along her chin, throat, chest and her breast, her stomach, her belly, and down till it somehow felt like it had settled into the ‘spot’. “Slid and fit” that was what I felt like. Now we kissed and I slid into her. She cried as my prick penetrated her cunt, moving deeper and deeper till at last our pubis’s met and we could move no further. I felt we were one. We kept together, not moving. Her eyes were closed as she rose herself and sat on me- her crotch and mine together, joined as one. She started rocking slowly and that was the beginning of a most pleasurable half-an hour. We rocked and pushed, my prick moving in and out- her breast shaking and moving. It was dark outside- and it rained unabated. After about 10 minutes she had stopped- obviously she was tired. I then turned her on her back- my prick still embedded. Then, instinctively, I kept my hands on either side of her, and started, in plain terms, ‘fucking her hard’. Her juices were leaking tremendously- causing a “phupp, phupp phupp” and all sorts of squishy sounds, which felt very erotic indeed. After fucking her for around 15 minutes or so, I was reaching a climax, and I moaned “I’m cumming” warning her of my intention to remove my prick. But she held me tight with her legs around my waist instead: gripping my bums with her feet, not letting go of me. She whispered with an urgent voice “cum inside me…cum inside me, please” and then she leaned up and embraced my neck, hanging down. Her breasts swayed with the impact of each thrust. I was getting higher and higher, and suddenly, with what I thought was a ‘whoosh’ I ejaculated into her womb. It did not seem to stop and the prick was pulsating vigorously. She still gripped me tight, refusing to let me go. Her eyes were closed in the throes of passion. A drop of saliva had drooled out of her mouth.
It was till raining hard, and it was dark outside.
I then said- “Hey, I have an idea- lets’ have an adventure!” To which she enthusiastically replied “But don’t let me go- I refuse to let go of your prick- which is till hard inside me- unbelievable”. So saying, she clung onto me- her legs gripping my hips and her hands around my neck. I arose, carrying her like a monkey would cling its mother. Being slim, she was light.
She held me tight and a sudden movement on her part made me spasm, ejaculating deep inside again. I jerked, and she was all shivery, laughing. A sticky feeling at the crotch made me realize that our combined juices were leaking out of her cunt hole. Holding her, I went to the window and opened the shutters- a blast of cold wind hit us, and she gripped me tighter. It was dark outside and raining heavily. The ground outside was flooded. I went to the balcony door. She started protesting “No! No! Someone will see…!” But, nevertheless, I opened it and peeped outside. My cottage was closer to the walls and faced away from her cottage. The balcony was covered with a wooden trellis and there was a private lockable door, too. Placing her on the parapet, I then started fucking her again. She seemed desperate- torn between her desire not to get caught or seen by anyone, and her immense lust for a fuck. The latter prevailed.
Again she was lost in the passion, and I was desperate not to leave her. Now I fucked her for almost 10 minutes again, before I came. Her legs then unraveled from my back. As I extracted my thick prick from her engorged pussy, cum was still leaking out in thick blobs. From the tip of my prick, thick droplets still oozed, dripping onto her thighs. She leaned back against the wooden slatted cover. But I was not done yet. I grabbed her and pushed her onto the floor- making her kneel. She silently cooperated as I doggie-fucked her on the balcony floor. After another 7 minutes, I came again. She just collapsed.
I then carried her inside to the bathroom, where we had a good body wash with the warm water already in the geyser. I wanted to fuck again, but she was just too tired, I felt. We were refreshed after the body wash and we returned to the drawing room. The room smelt of sweat and cum and there were dark stains and sticky liquid on the floor. She smiled at me and hugged me tight. My prick was satisfied, but still semi-hard. She felt my prick- “It’s still hard, no? Keep it for me tomorrow” and moved away. I promised her another session the next day. We then had another cup of coffee each and she left afterwards, having spent close to two hours together. The rains had not abated one bit. That evening the physician remarked on my ‘much better’ state of health.
The next afternoon, it was still raining heavily. There was a brief lull in the morning, but the heavy rain resumed and soon many areas were water-logged. She came at 1:30 and quietly got inside. As soon as the door closed, she hugged me fiercely, kissing me with great passion. This time, we didn’t have much foreplay- she was already excited, and without much ado, she had got onto my bed, lifted her sari, spread her legs wide and beckoned me to mount her- she was wearing nothing underneath and her large, smooth, fleshy cunt glistened wet. I was excited and stripping myself nude, I climbed atop her, and introduced my prick into her cunt- she said that she wanted to spend less time today as her husband could return sooner, as yesterday he had come just 10 minutes after she had returned, and was thus, scared. However, I took my time, and fucked her slowly- she was in the throes of passion, and came fairly soon, throwing her head from side to side. She wanted to enjoy the entire experience for herself. I fucked her slowly for about 30 minutes, enjoying the unique sensation of kissing her through her engorged boobs through her tight blouse. She then stopped me saying that her husband might suspect why her blouse was stained so. She then removed her blouse only, and I resumed my sucking. She gripped me tight with her legs, and pushing me to go faster and faster, but I would not. Then, with a frustrated half-cry, she turned around, pushing me onto my back, and she mounted me till the hilt, and started pushing herself vigorously back and forth, up and down. The tip of my prick felt her womb wall, almost. I then pushed her back onto the bed and turned her around, presenting her asshole and cunt. I then did her doggie-style. I felt like an animal, and I was gripping her boobs and pulling her hair as I pumped her. Then, I reached a very high climax and came hard.
The rain was pouring hard on the roof, and her cries were drowned out in the din. My prick was still hard, and inside her. Her cunt was red and swollen, and she had collapsed, her ass still held aloft by my prick. I felt I that I could, some more, and started moving in and out again- she started moaning, and after 5 minutes of pumping, I came again. She fell forward as I removed my prick. Her cunt soon oozed with fluids and cum. She had recovered and with a handkerchief, she wiped herself clean. She fell on her back and rested for a few minutes. Then she opened her eyes and embraced me on the bed. I was satiated too and my semi-hard prick rested on her thigh as we kissed. We talked for a while, and then she got up, getting ready to leave. Her sari was all crumpled up and there were indeed tell-tale stains on her blouse over her nipples. But she didn’t seem bothered. As we neared the door, I looked outside to see whether her husband was there nearby- the coast was clear, and she went away to her cottage, looking back at me with a smile. I then observed that she had a slight wobble in her walk, and I felt a small sense of achievement, a sense of pride that I had made a woman feel happy and satisfied- a great feeling indeed.
We thus enjoyed those 2 afternoons so much- the same routine, too- as if we were seeing each other for the first time. Luckily it rained heavily and without break on all those days- I’d never seen such rain before! I had probably ejaculated around 15 times in her womb in those 2 days. Afterwards, I asked her the motivation behind all this and she revealed that she was in a desperate situation, and wanted to get impregnated by just anyone, but then she saw and met me, and felt that I was the right person who could do it. Her husband, though infertile, was not impotent. But an added bonus was that she derived a whole lot of enjoyment, too- which was most and unforgettable and welcome.
We exchanged addresses and corresponded through mail. But we never met again. Afterwards she wrote that she was pregnant- because of me. After a full term, she gave birth to twin boys. Her husband, she wrote, was most happy and full of praise for effective the treatment he had received at the hospital and was recommending every one of his friends and relatives. Her in-laws, too, were most happy. She sent a photo of herself and her family afterwards, and I have kept it treasured as a memento of those wonderful 2 days in the rains.
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