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I was home for the holidays between my fourth and final year of engineering. The two and a half months, stretched out in front of me, and I had made my plans.

They were quite boring to explain to others, to slog for my GRE and GMAT. I knew that they were the only ticket to my success further down. I was studying in IIT Bombay and the year was the early 1980s. I had my admit cards for both exams, and I knew that at the worst, it was a good prep for the IIM CAT as well.

I was naturally with my parents during the break period.

One morning, a bit late for breakfast, I strolled into the dining room. I did not expect such a surprise. A vision, appeared before me, of a tremendously pretty and full woman, of no more than a few years older than I, who was seated, very respectfully next to my mother.

I had some luck that day, to have dressed up semi formally in jeans and a full sleeved shirt. That was because I had to visit the bank to get a few Foreign Pay Orders, for my MS applications.

I was not sure who she was, looking at me from top to bottom. It was like being subjected to an Xray in the dining room. My jeans were a bit tight, and I could see here gaze drop towards my crotch. A drop of pre cum or piss in fright, I can't confirm, leaked out. I looked down and could see the form of my snake.

She stood up, a bit uncertain as to who I was. My mother laughed, and said, Sushma, sit down. He is my son, and younger to you. You don't need to stand up for him.

Her firm 36C youthful boobs pricked out from her kurta and were barely hidden in shape behind the flimsy transparent white dupatta. Her black bra could be seen distinctly against her light yellow upper garment.

Hello Aunty, I said, understanding that she was someone from the colony. She went pink.

Call me Bhabhi, she spoke, a bit coyly.

My sex knowledge, had made me quite wise on bhabhis and relations with their brother's in law.

Sunil, that is Sushma's husband, works with your father, and they live around the corner. Kumar is here for his holidays but is using the time to prepare for GRE and GMAT, my mother offered by way of introduction. She did not insist on sis, I thought with a relief. That would have made me get into i****t with her!

From the conversation that followed, Sushma, was more interested in me than my interests in maxing the GRE and GMAT. I was telling her that I had to head off to the bank, to complete some work with regard to application fees and posting them subsequently.

Aunty ji, I must take your leave. Thank you for giving me the ideas about house management, Sushma stood up and took her permission to absent herself from my mother's presence. I could make out her slim waist and firm buttocks now.

Hi daughetr , I too received sound advice from my seniors when I was young. Why don't you stay for lunch, she invited. Sushma, looked at me with a sly wink, and told my mother that she had some work in town.

With an inviting smile,Sushma said, Kumar, you must come over, whenever you are free in the evenings, after your studies. Sunil is also from IIT, IIT Kanpur.

Oh it would be great, Sushma Au.. Bhabhi. My mother gave an approving glance, though in all her thoughts, she was just considering me respectful of my senior in a few years.

Sushma left the room gracefully and I saw her off to the car. Her waist wiggle seemed to be something I did not wish to take my eyes off, and in that youthful hunger, I got caught by Sushma, whose response was a tart giggle.

Aren't you going to the bank? she queried, while I was holding the car door for her. I could not determine whether it was deliberate or accidental, but I had the full brush of her tits against my forearm. It was all I could do to hold myself from squeezing them.

Yes, Of course. I plumb forgot. Right now, all my blood was headed downwards and the brain was devoid of any oxygen.

Go ask your mother whether I could take you to the bank. I could very easily drop you back as well. I have nothing much to do now, Kumar, she went on.

Let me check, won't be more than a few minutes. I got back soon enough, and she had started the Fiat car, that she drove herself. I noticed she had shed the dupatta and was only in a tight salwar kameez. The dupatta was beside her, and I looked at it, slightly bemused that she would shed a garment of modesty.


It's too hot, she said, I needed it for your mom, she giggled, like a schoolgirl. She seemed to be a good sport, and I was getting to like her.

The bank was just a few minutes away and we were soon at the entrance. Listen, Kumar, I have a few things to do, nearby at the tailors, and I will look you up in a few minutes.

No bhabhi, It's okay I said. It may take some time here. Go on, I will see you and then we can decide. And, Kumar, Bhabhi is only when others are around, call me Sushma when we are together.

Things were getting more pleasant, I thought to myself. Okay Sushma, see you when you are back.

As it happened, the bank procedures were a bit tedious, and soon, Sushma was looking over my shoulder, when I was filling out the forms. Her presence behind me, kind of electrified me. I knew the goddess-like figure was just millimeters away, and though her friendliness was seemingly obviously platonic, one could always hope, I thought. Just a few minutes, I am done, I quavered, totally unnerved that a fantastic pair of choochies was lightly brushing my back now and then. Then I have to get back later in the afternoon, to collect the Pay Orders and mail them with my applications today.

Shall we get lunch close by, Kumar? she suggested. It will take more time for you to get home and get back. Anyway, Sunil is traveling with your Dad and isn't at home either. Her face was set as if she would not take no for an answer.

I'd best call up Ma and tell her. Then we could go somewhere closely. I found a Public Telephone and it was a breeze to explain the problem. Ma never suspected that I was going for lunch with Sushma, and wisely, I did not volunteer the information.

I almost jumped into the front passenger seat, totally thrilled at some great and beautiful company, if nothing else, for lunch.

She drove for a few minutes, almost to the outskirts of the town to a new restaurant. I haven't been here, so I want to try it out, she explained. And we can be back at the bank in ten minutes too. I was game for anything.

We settled in and looked at the menu. Some beer, Kumar, or any cocktail? I quite literally jumped out of my chair. I guess I pass Sushma. Have to get back to the bank, you know.

C'mon, Kumar! Don't tell me you are going to be a scared Mamma's boy now. You are old enough. Haven't you had it before? I went pink and croaked out, Yes, Sushma. She did not seem to notice my reply, and asked again Beer or cocktail? I screwed up enough courage to ask her, slightly more commandingly, What about you, Sushma.

I will have a gin and cordial, Kumar. I will have the same, and deciding to be more manly, signaled to the waiter and placed the order.

That's more like it Kumar, in an approving tone. Whether for the decision or the way I placed the order, I am yet to figure it out.

Here I was, sitting in a cozy restaurant, with a beautiful woman, perhaps about 28 or so, having a gin, and enjoying the delightful company. It was too good to be true, and I dared not to think much further on my fantasies. At least I could jack-off for a week thinking about her, I decided with some reality of perspective.

So, where all have you applied to, Kumar, she broke me out of my daytime mental masturbation.

Just a couple, Sushma. And I mentioned the names of the Universities. Oh, they are great schools, a cousin of mine had studied one of them.

The conversation moved on to the topic of girlfriends by the second drink. I was now full of dutch courage and told her about the dearth of the feminine in Engineering Colleges. I have met a few on and off, but not well enough to be girlfriends, I replied, hoping that my candidness would close the topic. It seemed it did, for the moment.

I could see that the two gins had gotten well into Sushma. With the experience of college binging, these did not have any great effect on me.

Let's have our main course, Sushma. The two drinks got me a decent buzz as well, and maybe another time, we could be more at ease to have more, I said. I lied about the buzz, to ensure she had no more.

Well, I'll have one more and let's order the food. I could catch her steady glances at me, while we were eating. Once or twice it seemed that she had her leg against mine, and she was letting it linger. I pretended not to give it any obvious attention at first, thinking she may have done it inadvertently, plus she was three down already. I did move it away once, and honestly, it felt as if she was searching for it underneath the table.

Let's skip dessert and have a coffee instead, I said. Good idea, she replied. Give me a few minutes, I will be back. She wanted to go and refresh herself. And Kumar, sit down on my side of the settee will you, I will be leaving my handbag behind.

I took the opportunity when she was away, to call for and settle the bill.

Sir, we have excellent rooms here too, suggested the waiter as he scooped up the generous tip. Maybe another time, I smiled, filing the information away.

Soon Sushma was back, and she was looking totally changed. She had let out her ponytail and it hung around her shoulders. She looked less worn out than when she went in. I was worried that I might have allowed her to tank up and get sick. Looked to me that she was quite used to it.

She sidled up to me, and I did not mind it one bit. As we sipped our coffee, she put her head on my shoulder, and in the second instance, she placed her right hand around my waist. She pulled my left under her arms and placed them between her tits. Swiftly, she guided my right hand between her now wet thighs. Then it was the turn for my cock to be felt up and down. I wished that I was wearing loose trousers.

I did not react very much, and when we had spent a good bit of time, in mutual arousal, I whispered, Sushma, let's go, give me the car keys, I will drive. She reached into her handbag and handed them over.

I took her by the arm, and we walked out perfectly normally, got into the car and drove back. It was a bench seat in the Fiat, and she cuddled up for the journey. I had a hard time keeping my focus on the drive back.

By the time, I pulled up at the bank, she was fast asleep. I pulled into a shaded spot, and adjusted her into a comfortable position and placed her dupatta on to deny oglers a view of her luscious body.

Within a few minutes, I was back with the Pay Orders, drove down to the Post Office, and completed the task which I had embarked upon. Now to see what lay in store for me, I went back to the car. She woke up, on my opening the driver's side door. She smiled wanly and said Sorry, Kumar, I don't know what came over me. No need to say sorry, Sushma, I replied with as much chivalry as I could muster at the moment.

Can you take me home, Kumar, I don't think I could take the steering now.

Sure thing, Sushma, and I pulled out onto the road. On the way home, I noticed that she was more demure, and there was little indication of her playful attitude all day. We soon reached her place, and I got out first, to help her to the door. She was quite steady, and as I stood on the doorstep, to say my goodbyes, she turned and said, Come in, Kumar, spend some time here.

I looked at my watch and noticed that I still had a couple of hours or more. And I could explain the time by delays in the Post Office and the Bank. I need no further urging to accept the invitation.

Are you sure, Sushma? I demurred. Stupid, she almost snarled. Get inside quickly.

It was slightly dark in the room the door opened into, but it suited her just fine. She pushed me against the door, and grasped me tightly. I could hear her heart pounding away, as she took deep and quick breaths. I placed my arms around her, and let her make the next move. She kept wriggling and turning and twisting, all through, as if she wanted to feel my body with every part of hers.

I was content in my present situation, this was freaking way beyond my wildest imaginations. If she wanted to **** me, I would have been more than willing to be ****d.

Kumar, she murmured, tell me honestly, have you been with a girl before?

What is it you mean, Sushma, I replied softly.

I mean, did you ever sleep with a woman? Did you, ... did you fuck someone before?

I looked down on her inquiring face, and asked her, what does it matter, Sushma? And if you want to really know, I have not. A brazen lie. I knew where this was leading to, and I wanted to be careful.

Sushma exhibited the behavior of a seducing nympho all day. And if I had refused, there would be enough chaos, if she sneaked to my Mom that I had misbehaved with her, even the slightest. I knew which side of the fence the parents would believe.

She sighed, well males don't have the great seals that reveal a woman's virginity. So it's hard to tell.

She pulled back, caught hold of my hair, and pulled my face down to hers, smothering me with warm wet kisses. I pretended all awkwardness, to carry out my charade of being a virgin.

She took my palms and placed them on her mammary mounds. She then put her hands on my waist and unzipped my fly. In seconds, she was squeezing me down there, and noticing that it was getting harder, she asked me casually, well what is it you do for relief?

I jack off, I fake groaned.

Do you masturbate ??

Yups, Sushma

Oh my poor Kumar, he had to make do with manual labor so far. She went down on her knees, and had my dick out of my boxers, and was giving it licks. She seemed to like the taste of my dick and the little precum that had seeped.

It was really incredible, I had never allowed any woman to suck my dick before, and this experience was heavenly. I lay back against the door, savoring the pleasure of her tongue on my cock.

Come, let us get under the shower, we have been out all day. Like a lamb to the slaughter, I followed. She pulled off her kameez, and slipped out of her salwar. Keeping time with her, I followed suit, and she was in a bra, no panties, and I only my briefs. I wasted no time, and literally lunged at her boobs. Perky, and delicious looking they were. She unclasped the front opening bra, and they stayed in place as they were taut as ripe mangoes. Looks like the tits were holding up the bra rather than the other way around.

She led the way into the shower area and opened the tap to a lukewarm stream. She held me close and in a bit was pushing my shoulders downwards as if she wanted me to bend. She pushed my face to her cunt and was grinding it. I had never smelled a woman down there, and boy did she smell good. I could not resist first burying my nose in deep, and then get to work with my lips. It did not take much longer for my tongue to stay out of the action, and boy, was I having the time of my life.

She pulled me upwards with a sudden tug, and I was surprised at her strength. She was getting my dick aroused again from it's semi rigid state to fully rigid.

Under the gentle stream, she clambered on my waist, lithely, and took my now hard prick in her choot, in a standing position. It was another first for me, but I wasn't giving up. I could sense that with the work on her womanhood she was close to bursting. A few more slow thrusts, as I wanted to save myself, got her screaming and yelping with pleasure. Her lissome beauty, under dark wet tresses, was a sight to behold. She let out a loud and long moan and collapsed on me.

Without letting her down I carried her to the bed, and laid her down gently. I was yet unfulfilled, but it did not matter. She was now in a semi trance, and pulled me towards herself. Grabbing my still erect cock she pleaded, Put it inside again Kumar.

Let it out inside, don't worry, I am on the pill, she gasped, as she felt the tremors of another orgasm build up. I too was reaching my endurance and unless I slowed down, the danger of the floodgates bursting was very real. I paced down a bit.

No, don't stop, don't stop. Faster ... Harder ... Deeper Kumar, you fuck like an expert, come ohhh... Harder

Auhhh ... Oooohhh... oooo .. Ku .. Kkkkkuuummmmaaarrrr ... she screamed as our juices mingled inside her, and load after load of hot jism gushed out from the end of my dick as we slowed down our movements on the bed, and enjoyed the long afterglow of the fuck. Sushma had seduced me, well and truly.

After an hour, I left her sleeping in bed, pulled on a coverlet, had another shower to clean myself, dressed and walked the short distance home.

We did not get to meet for a few days, as she had some relatives who had come over. But there was no disguising the hunger in her voice. I too had to go away for a couple of weeks or so, to attend a wedding in the family. It was close to three, nearly four weeks before I got back.

In all those four weeks, every so often, I used to remember the great time we gave each other. I sometimes wondered whether it was destined to be a one-off fling, or that I would get another chance. But her hungry voice would remind me that there would be another chance to look forward to.

I received my GRE and GMAT scores, and they were in the highest percentile. This was the final hurdle. Now my admission was just a matter of a couple of weeks.

A couple of days after my return, I called Sushma up. She sounded formal, I guess her hubby was around. That evening, I made my way to the local library to extend the time on the books I had borrowed for my preparatory studies in the holidays.

Behind a shelf, I bumped into Sushma!

What, Kumar. Looks like you have put me out of your mind, she said mischievously. Not at all, I called you the other day, but you were a bit tied up I guess. Yes, hubby was around, so I did not want to explain to him how I met you. He's jealous that I will ... get attracted by others ...

I had discontinued my MA when I got married to Sunil, she continued. I want to finish it by correspondence now, so I had come to the library for books. Let's check the books out and go to the canteen closeby, she invited.

By the way, thanks for treating me to lunch that day, I was so sozzled, I didn't even see you paying the bill.

Come off it, Sushma, that was nothing. She did not say anything else, I was half wondering whether she recalled our being together and having the time of our lives later.

We sat facing each other in the small canteen and were sipping tea and nibbling samosas. You were wonderful, for a first time lover, she mentioned as if talking about the weather. Well, with expert guidance, I am a good and fast learner, I retorted. Hard to believe, it was your first time, she smirked. I chose to keep my silence.

Whatever, we must do it again. I really missed you, Kumar, she almost sobbed. I smiled at her, and asked practically, "But how? And where either of our places is ruled out"

She looked straight into my face and asked me if I was daring enough to take a risk.

When? And where? I queried. Now, and in the library, she replied. I was astonished and looked around to see if anyone overheard us.

Coward, she teased with a laugh. I could feel my guy waking up at the prospect of a delicious fuck. Are you sure, I asked again, I mean ...

Come with me. And follow me to the end of the shelves on the second floor, she casually spoke.

I lingered behind to pay the bill at the counter and followed her at a short distance. She went upstairs confidently, and no one gave us a glance. She strode with a purpose towards the end of the room, and I caught up with her. I could not hold myself any longer, and gathered her up in my arms and started kissing her. She allowed me to take my time, and when I paused, she whispered, not here, there is a doorway to the mezzanine stack room, where they keep old magazines and books.

I looked over her shoulder and spied the small door, a bit set back into the wall behind a shelf.

It looked like enough space to squeeze into the doorway. I went first, unlatched the door quietly and went inside. She followed after a minute. This woman was something else, I thought to myself.

Her eyes flashed her desire for mating. She was ripping my clothes apart. In seconds I was down to my briefs, and she stepped back and stood denuded herself to her underwear. She moved closer, to allow me to unclasp her bra at the back and to tug it off. I knelt down, and pulling her panties aside, I started to caress her quim with my lips and tongue. Her hands were ruffling through my locks and pressing my face against her muff. Her pubic hair was running into my teeth, and the cream from her cunt tasted just lovely. Using my tongue, I probed towards her clit. Her pussy lips were lovely to nibble at. It was not long before I found the quivering knob of her clitoris, and was sucking at it, causing Sushma to moan slightly. She was running her right foot against my crotch and giving me the first foot job of my life. My dick was hard and rigid. It had never been felt and rubbed by a woman's toes.

We rendezvoused there at the library a few more times, and one day, I had to tell her of my plans to get to college, and the universities that had given me I20s. She was quite distressed, it hurt me to look at her. She dabbed her eyes, and obviously, she was going to miss me. Will you miss me more or my junior, I joked. She smiled and punched me. Our trysts at the library went on for a couple of weeks.


Sushma was aware of my imminent travel to Bombay for my visa interview. On one of our visits to the library, she mentioned that she would like to come to Bombay with me. She asked me to purchase two first-class tickets and reserve a coupe. I wasn't too sure at first, how she would pull it off, but she said: "Leave it to me".

She had made up a reason that she needed to go to Bombay to collect some certificates, for her correspondence course. Sounded plausible enough, I guess, because when she mentioned it to my mother, and she approved wholeheartedly of our journeying together. Clever devil, Sushma was.

The platform was filled with people saying goodbye to their family and friends. The air filled with the fumes from the diesel engine, the aroma of snacks from the food vendors, the sweat of the porters and others, and the flowery smells of the first-class passengers as they made their way to the front carriages.

"All Aboard!" The conductor shouted and let out a long whistle, followed by the blare of the engine horn.

It didn't take long for the train to begin to pull out of the station, headed north toward Bombay. For the next couple of hours, we made small talk.

"Would you like to get a drink?" I asked. I packed a bottle of rum along with a few bottles of cola and a thermos of ice cubes. Oh yes, let's start in a bit. Let me get a bit comfortable, Kumar, she answered briskly. She got up and bolted the door. The late evening sunshine was fading and soon it would be dark. I pulled down the window blinds, and we were to ourselves.

Sushma stripped off her outer clothes of a sari and sat in her petticoat and blouse. Her full figure was almost ready to eat. She rummaged in her suitcase and pulled out a wrap, to wear should the conductor come by. I was in my jeans and t-shirt and did not pull off anything yet.

She allowed me to gaze on her, it was a bewitching sight to behold the vision in front of me, alone for two nights and a day. She poured out the drinks, and she was generous with the first.

She was a stunning silhouette clad in her blouse and petticoat. I could not guess at the presence or absence of a bra and pantie but expected them in place.

"You are looking so beautiful." My voice barely a whisper, but enough to be heard over the clacking of the wheels. "Stunning Sushma. Why for me?" A tight hug was the answer.

I pulled out a pack of cards and we started playing rummy. She was surprisingly very good at it and was beating me hollow.

We had just about finished the first drink when there was a knock on the door. Tickets please, sang out the conductor. Sushma whisked the glasses and bottles out of sight, and put on her wrap and opened the door, and stood back. The conductor almost fell over with surprise, seeing the beauty in front of him.

I handed over the tickets to him, and he glanced at the reservations. You are traveling up to Bombay, sir, he ventured cautiously. Yes, we are. Very well sir, any dinner or breakfast order, sir? he queried.

We have our dinner, that our mother packed for us, piped Sushma, We will order breakfast and morning tea, I replied. Very good sir, it will be served at 8 am. He was satisfied that we were family together, perhaps brother and sister as our last names were the same.

He pulled the door shut, and went to the next cabin.

"Oh most definitely alone now, for the night." I smiled at her and was taken off guard by the dazzling smile on her beautiful face. It was a hungry smile.

"Mmmm, a bit." She moved her hands to mine and brought them to her fabric-covered breasts. "Now that is better!" Her hands floating over mine. She leaned her head back placing kisses along my jaw. My hands responding to her, gripping and holding her boobs. I could begin to feel the stirring as my cock gained the blood which was rushing through my body. My own lips seeking hers. "Sushma" I whispered as I claimed her mouth.

She pulled back. And said, Kumar, you have to work now. We will play cards, hand to hand. Whoever wins can demand anything from the other, and they have to do it.

Oh, yes, Sushma, I am game. Shall we have dinner first? I said, feeling some twangs.

Let's see, she said, tartly. Now, shuffle the deck and we will start playing. I am pouring out two drinks and keeping them in the glass holders. I noticed that she filled them lighter and lower from the rim, so as not to spill and waste the drink.

Now, the rules are like this Kumar. We play and whoever wins, can demand anything from the other. Agreed?

I agree, Sushma, I replied, happy to win or lose.

I offered the deck and she cut it. I dealt swiftly, and we looked at our hands. Two picks and she spread her hand. She looked at me and told me to take off my trousers. So I had to sit, like a silly fellow, in my jocks and T-Shirt.

The next round, jocks went off. Somehow after a couple of mistakes by her, I managed to win. She looked expectantly at me. I was thinking. Finally, I said, let's drink a sip from the glasses. She smiled and handed me my glass. My sip was a ¾ of the glass, and I was glad for it.

She won the next game, and her request was ... Use your mouth alone and suck my cunt. I was flabbergasted. She was sitting against the coach long wall and just looking at me.

I started to pull up her housecoat with my hands when she slapped them away. Only the mouth, she said, sternly. I used my teeth and pulled her wrap halfway up her milky thighs. Once there, it was better to start licking right away to coax her thighs to come apart. I reached her panty, which I was surprised to see under her petticoat, but which exuded a fragrance, that was out of this world.

I approached the mound, and had to choose between, tearing the fabric with my teeth or pulling the waistband down. I chose the former, as she would perhaps give me more response. I guessed right, she was delighted at my boldness.

My tongue went to work, licking the outer lips, tickling the love knob. Nectar was flowing from her womanhood. She had already been close to orgasm and came with a rush of more sweet juices. Stop, Kumar, let's get back to the game.

In a crazy few minutes, I got four games in a row! One, housecoat off, two bra off, three, petticoat off. She was now fully nude, and absolutely nonchalant about it. I chose her to suck me off for the fourth. She won the next two, and she made me lick her cunt for ten more minutes. She allowed me to drink up my quarter glass.

Okay, now the finals. Best of three, I suggested. Right ho, she countered sportingly. Loser to be the slave of the winner, she stated. She won. She was the mistress of the night and I was at her command. You are my slave now, she declared.

Let me eat. Kumar, open the hamper and serve out the food. She pulled on a small g-string on herself. She did not say, let us eat. I was perplexed. She demanded that I become completely nude first, and then to wear a loincloth. Slaves wear only loincloths, she expressed boldly. I had no choice. I had to rip a thin towel to get the strip of cloth for a loincloth. I tucked it into the loin string around my waist. I was looking like one of the beggars on the platform, and she had this smug look on her face.

I had to serve her the food that evening and I was burning with shame. She had a good meal and burped loudly at the end. My mouth was watering, but she did not care to even offer me a morsel. She was really bitchy. At one point, I was giving her some more curry, and the train lurched, and due to no fault of mine, some curry fell on her belly. I pulled out a paper napkin to clear it up. She gave me a tight slap, and make me lick it off her instead. I felt terribly humiliated, and could not understand what had gotten into her.

When she had completed her sumptuous dinner cooked by my mother, she took the desert cup and placed it beside her. She made me clear up the rest of the dinner. There was no hint that I could start on my dinner. She made me fetch her another drink, while she sat silently.

She removed the g-string and made me rub the custard and pudding on her cunt. Then she made me lick it off her choot and put it into her mouth. The changed Sushma, made me put the desert on her pussy, from the bowl, using my mouth, and after licking her slit, to transfer it to her lips.

The last lick happened. And the last lip transfer was done. She hugged me close, Oh Kumar, Kumar, she spoke, tenderly. My slave, you were so good, my darling Kumar.

She tasted of the dessert, and the rum, sweet on her lips, lingering as I ran my tongue along asking for entrance. Her mouth eagerly opening, tongues battling for dominance.

My slave, I must feed you. I was ravenous for her, but some food sounded good. She tenderly fed me, as a mother to a c***d, all the while crooning her love for me. She made me forget my humiliation but never apologized for it. After ensuring that I had my fill, I set out to wash up, wearing my shorts over the loincloth. Somehow the loin cloth felt very erotic now. Returning, I notice that the dinner items were all cleared away, two fresh drinks poured out, and a bedspread laid out on the lower berth. She went herself to wash up and returned in a few minutes. I had stripped to the loin cloth and was enjoying my drink. Finishing her drink off in a single slug, she indicated that I do the same.

She switched off the lighting in the cabin, but for the small blue night light. Giving me a light hug, she pressed me to the bed. I was soon spooning her from behind. Sushma reached a hand around between us, rubbing my growing cock, under my loincloth, and rubbing her shapely ass into me. Her hand over my loins, gently massaging my cock and balls, drove me to new heights. It felt really sexy, now.

She twisted herself into me, my hand moving to cup her bottom, squeezing her cheek as my hand already at the top of her now open g-string, pushed downward, her cunt pouring in wetness. Her free hand came around to remove my loincloth, giving more access as our tongues continued to battle for dominance. Her hand now stroking my full length, my loincloth now pulled down from the front and just hanging from my arse like a tail.

I nipped at her lip, moving my head further as she fell back to give more access, and I nipped at her pulse point. Her aroma, a smell of vanilla, her own scent, and her perfume, with a spicy edge to its fragrance intoxicating me. I whispered her name against her skin again, feeling the goosebumps it generated and then warming them with my breath and tongue.

"Oh Kumar, I need you so badly!" Sushma moaned into the night. My Sushma, or at least that is what my mind told me that I needed to claim this vixen and mark her as my own. Who fucked you first, Sushma, I asked naughtily.

Sadness crossed her face, like a passing cloud. When she spoke it was a voice choking with emotion. "I married at a young age, right after finishing High School. Anil was a great guy, very athletic and had joined the army. He was strong and cared for me. I was so proud of him. In the war of ....", she trailed off, tears running down. I realized then that the man she had loved deeply was lost. Her eyes pooled with tears looked into mine. I was then married to his brother, as is the custom in our community. But he is not very interested in sex. It is very occasional, and he never bothers to see me satisfied. "In the past ten years I have been with no one, but him. You are the first man to even come close enough to break down my barriers." She stepped forward, the wrap now dropping from her shoulders. "My barriers are gone. I am yours, and yours to use. Take me, ravish me, Kumar. Fuck me hard." I was sitting on the edge of the berth, and she was now standing between my legs.

I bent forward towards her, lightly running my tongue across her stomach and navel. Planting kisses and savoring her sweat, smelling her perfume. "You are a jewel. A lotus flower in full bloom. I want to cherish you. I am yours." I reached forward, grasping her ass cheeks pulling her to the edge of the berth, both hands gripping and squeezing, kneading while my mouth found her navel, nipping and scr****g my teeth over her stomach.

She snaked her fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp while encouraging me to explore more. She reached down to my neck, trying to loosen my loincloth when inspiration struck me. "Sushma do you trust me?" She replied throatily "With my body and soul." I sat back slightly, taking her wrists in mine, then with one hand took my loincloth off, and slipped it over her wrists, and clasping the fingers together, tied them firmly, leaving a loose end. She seemed puzzled, then a different look, and she looked at me, eyes glistening with ferocious a****l desire.

I stood and held the loose end of the loincloth up over her head, raising her hands and began kissing down her arms and across the breasts and nipples. There was a bar on the upper berth, just above the bottom one, I knotted the loose end of the loincloth around this to hold her hands in place. With both hands now freed, I moved then to her cunt, and she was tied up, nude and at my mercy now!

Oh! Kumar, take me however you want, wherever you want, she murmured. Areola with hard nipples stood out on her large and proportional bosom. I lifted her boobs as if measuring them, running my thumbs across the rock hard nipples which elicited a deep moan of contentment from Sushma. "More Kumar! Love me! Lick me! Suck me!"

"Be patient, Sushma, my love" I whispered, and leaned down to flick my tongue across her nipple before rising back up and starting along her neck, kissing across her collarbone and down the valley between her boobs before rolling my tongue up to her right breast first, and rolling the nipple with my tongue, then grazing it between my teeth. Sushma arched into me, desire driving her into motion, her body trembling from the body to body contact.

I ensured equal attention to the partner breast as well, eliciting yet another loud moan of contentment. I moved up to place a kiss on Sushma's lips, but her mouth had other ideas, as she drove her tongue past my teeth, battling and ravaging my mouth as my own attempted to plunder and control hers. I pulled away giving her a hard look and a smack with my hand to her ass. Instead of the expected whimper or outrage, I got a growl of desire.

"Have you been a bad girl?" I pinched both nipples a bit hard before palming them while gently squeezing her sizable boobs. I dropped my one hand down between her legs where I found the love hole was dripping with her cunt juices. "You are very excited, aren't you?" I then slipped the other hand down her waist to her love bud, and gave it a light massage, and then slipping my hand around I did the same at the rear. Slowly my hand slipping down Sushma's thigh, tingling her calves. Reaching down to her feet, I removed her slippers, while placing kisses on the inside of her knee, down the calves, ankle, and sole.

Repeating the same process with the other leg, now left Sushma in a state where I could sense her pussy fully inflamed and leaking her juices. I reached up, removed the loincloth from the rod, and brought Sushma's hands down so that the blood could flow into her limbs again. Freeing her, I sat down at the edge of the berth and invited her to sit upon my knee. Her hands resting between her legs, her fingers just able to reach and stroke my now rock hard dick. When her fingers strayed a bit too much, I slapped my hand on her bottom again and I felt her squirm in delight.

I lifted her chin up with a finger and kissed her mouth deeply. Fuck me, ravish me, Kumar, she spoke between breaks when we came up for air. I was licking her whole body as she was mine. She pounced upon my nakedness, grinding her wet choot against my thigh. She pushed me down, and used her nails on my chest, almost drawing blood. She was suckling at my nipples, and free hands were building my cock up into a rod, her fingers and palms delighting me from shaft to forehead.

Her cum was coating my leg, and her movements were becoming less rhythmic and more sporadic. She was approaching her first climax and it was against my leg. That would not do at all. I rolled us pulling her under me as my arms, still trapped by the sleeves dropped my weight onto Sushma's chest. My mouth hungrily searching for her hardened nipples. I found it and bit down, then starting there began my descent along her body.

My mouth was now placed at the slit between her two legs. With wanton abandon and now with two free arms, she brought her hands to either side of my head, and holding my head, pulled me toward her dripping cunt. I extended my tongue out, tasting the cum on her lips, the muskiness making me nearly dizzy with lust. I lay my tongue flat and licked up from her canal up to above her swollen clit, and repeated a few times slow then fast, measuring her response.

Her hips bucked, pushing my face further into her choot, gyrating her hips keeping my tongue in contact with the engorged bundle of nerves. Swirling the nub with my tongue, and hearing the moans Sushma was making was getting me so hard I just wanted to slam her right then. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my cock onto the sheets.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, my teeth clamping down. I buried one finger deep into Sushma. Pumping furiously I continued to suck on her clit, her excitement building, her hands filled with the sheets clamped enough to drive those manicured nails into the palms of her hands. Her cunt becoming slick with juices as her tunnel began to pulse around my fingers.

"More Kumar! Suck my pussy harder!!" She was riding close to the edge, and I slipped a second finger into her, hearing her gasp as I began to stroke and pump the inside of my sweet darling Sushma. I looked up and could see the ecstasy on her face, knowing that she was so close. With the hand already pumping furiously into her, I stroked her clit with my thumb and it was her undoing as her juices flooded over my hand, onto the sheets. Before she could completely come down from the high, I moved up and plunged my throbbing cock into her. Sushma's voice screaming out in absolute pleasure as my cock drilled deep into her.

"Yes! Fuck Me!!" she cried through clenched teeth, pushing herself up onto her elbows, watching my cock drive deep into her. She wrapped her feet up over my pistoning ass, pulling me in with every stroke. I leaned forward using one hand, the other moving up and taking a grip on her breast squeezing and driving her over the edge again. I had to withdraw not to blow my load right then.

Sushma lay twitching, her eyes heavily lidded, filled with lust. Shakily she got on her knees in front of me before grabbing my ass and shoving my cock down her throat, taking my length completely. Her throat constricted around me, and I was done. I emptied my load into her throat, and she eagerly swallowed every drop. She continued to massage my cock with her mouth and tongue, rubbing my balls. "Sushma..." I gasped, the blood already returning to my dick with the attention it was receiving.

She turned, shaking her booty in my face. "Take me" It was all she needed to say. I reached over to cola bottle I had brought in earlier, mixing rum into it. I moved behind her, shifting downwards to place my mouth again at her fuck door. Raising the bottle above her bums I poured the rum and coke to drip down onto her ass, running down to my tongue now lapping at her entrance, probing softly with my tongue.

Sushma opened the thermos and pulled out a cube of ice and popping it into her mouth, facing me, took my prick into her chilled mouth. The mixture of heat from her mouth and the cool wetness of the ice was incredible. I reached into the ice as well, running a single piece down her back as her head bobbed keeping the head of my cock inside. I reached around and ran the ice around her already hard nipple, the coldness puckering and pulling the nipple taught even more.

Growling like a tigress, she pushed my cock out of her mouth. She pushed me on the berth on my back and recovering the loincloth from the side table, swiftly wrapped it around my wrists and fastened it to the bars on the window at the head of the berth. You are mine now, I will **** you, my lover. I will take all my pleasures from you, my boy fucker! She was astride me on my belly. Bringing her face closer, she started to give me love bites on my chest, and kissing me, tried to bite my tongue. My little bugger was wondering what was going on. It could feel the arsehole, then the pussy, pussy water moistening it. Throbbing with renewed anticipation, it was erect and ready for action.

She sat back settling the head of my dick just inside her dripping cunt and raking her nails down my chest leaving red trails as her thighs shake trying to control herself not to impale her pussy on my member. As her hands reached my abdomen she shifted and forcefully down, taking my full length inside. Taking a moment to adjust to the fullness, she then began to roll her hips, her pelvis bucking with my throbbing cock inside. Sushma threw her head back enjoying the feeling, riding the building burning in her core.

Completely at her mercy, with my hands encumbered, I could only enjoy the sight and sound. She was riding me very smoothly, with expert pelvic movements. Her moistness flowing out, the squelch of her flesh on mine as we picked up speed. On my knees, with my cock in her twat, I was helpless to do anything more. My upper body was swaying in harmony to the bodies united at the hips. Ripples of preorgasmic sensations tingled my body from foot to head.

She had worked herself into a frenzy of thrusts, hips ramming hard. She stopped it suddenly with a last hard slam, taking me in fully to the base of my shaft, her body shaking. I was almost coming, guess she sensed it. She brought her face up close and ran her tongue all over my face, smothering me in kisses, whispering, my slave again, my slave lover ..... I need more .....

She lifted herself off, and taking my slowly drooping madda, rand her fingers over it, restoring the erection. She commenced transferring her cunt juice over to her gaand. Standing up, she turned her back to me, and bent over, giving a view of her rosebud. Rubbing it lovingly, she slowly slid a wet finger inside, just past the nails. Each successive stroke was faster and deeper, till she had the whole finger inside.

She used another finger stretching her arse hole, moistening it with her pussy juices. It was now well lubricated. She removed her fingers and pushed her hole on my hard cock and took it in just past the forehead. I almost came with the first thrust. My head was thudding with sensation. She moved her arse expertly and took more and more of me inside. Boy, it was deep, deeper than her cunt. She was using her fingers to guide mime towards her clit. I obliged and gave it loving rubs. She was coming to an orgasm fast, keeping up the rhythm, we joined at her arsehole.

Anal sex was a first for me. The feeling of my dick in a new place was exciting. She was working herself into a frenzy by spearing herself on me. My balls were slapping her bum cheeks with each in and out thrust. We were drenched in salty perspiration. Unable to do anything with my wrists locked together, I could only lick her back, tasting her sweat. My hips took up the rhythm and we were ramming hard against each other. She flung her head back, and looking in my eyes, was squealing in orgasmic joy. She started trembling as she felt her final orgasm mounting. I joined her at the correct moment, dizzy with the intensity of my orgasm. I released my cum inside her gaand, feeling the warmth flows over my cockhead.

The sensations of ecstatic peaks we had driven each other too, slowly subsided. She reached down, to the knotted cloth that bound my wrists, and set them free. We lay close together, me spooning her, as my lowda remained deep within her rear. I d****d one hand over her hair and caressed her soft body with the other.

Your rogue, she murmured, you have been screwing. Don't know who, I don't mind. Those were the last words as we fell into slumber.

Sushma had planned her stay at her friend's place for both of us, It was just a short walk to the US Embassy. We took a cab from VT Station and on arrival were greeted by a real sexy Goan! Hi Elena, this is Kumar. Kumar, Elena, my dearest friend, and closest confidant during my college days.

Oh my! Elena gasped, what a handsome hunk, Sushma. Does he fuck well? I went red in the face. Look, the boy is blushing, she teased, and brazenly groped my crotch!

Elena was about Sushma's height but with fuller hips and bosom, oozing the famed Goan sex appeal.

I went to the guest bedroom, and Sushma entered the other, with Elena in tow. Pulling Sushma aside, You must share him with me, he is hot! Well, it is up to Kumar. I don't mind, replied Sushma. Haven't been laid in a few months, since Braganza went on his six-monthly ship time. They giggled and embraced each other.

I knew nothing of these plans till they happened.

Oh Sue baby, it has been such a long time. Quickly passions mounted between them. They fell upon the bed kissing each other with the hunger of long lost lovers. Shedding their garments, they took up the sixty niner, to whet themselves. Tongues seeking out familiar spots, they aided each other by nubbing at the rosebud and the area between it and the bottom of the pussy. Love juices were flowing copiously from their cunnies, ably aided by their tongues and fingers. Ohhh, Sue. Baby Elena. This is delightful. I am going to cum soon. So am I. Let's cum together. Yesssss... Ooooh... Braganza ..... Kumar... At last a loud shriek,

Kkkkkuuuuummmmmaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr ...... fuck us both tonight!

The sound of my name, clearly from Sushma, broke me from my reverie of the sex on the train. I crept towards the door of Elena's bedroom and could hear the whimpers of post-orgasmic lesbian lovemaking. Shortly, I heard the stirring and sound of the bathroom being used. I crept back to my room and assumed an innocent posed, pretending to go through my visa docket. I was dressed only in my boxers. The thought of Sushma's desire and a potential threesome with Elena was something to look forward to.

A few minutes later, Elena knocked on my door and waltzed in, wearing a typical Goan frock. The way her boobs swung freely, they were not harnessed. Let us move to the sitting room. I made a move to get better dressed, but she retorted, you don't need any more clothes! She was leading me by the hand, and honestly, I could feel the rub of her braless tits on my back.

Help yourself to your choice of poison, she offered, as she walked briskly to the open plan kitchen, and busied herself. I walked over to the small island bar and examined the choice brands of liquor on display. They were close to 50 bottles! Braganza travels all over and brings over a good stock each time, Elena explained. There is great wine too, we can have it with our dinner.

I poured myself a generous measure of Grey Goose and topped it with a bit of tonic water. Should I fix something for you, Elena, I called out. A gin would do fine, she chose. Sushma, stepped out, wearing a towel robe, and drying her hair. I'll take a gin too, Kumar, Sushma opted. We clinked our toasts and the ladies looked at the dinner.

I observed a B&O audio system, and moved over and selecting a few albums of Doors and Dylan, put them to play. Nice choice honey, Elena applauded. Braganza is a total music freak.

Dinner was excellent, Elena excelled at cooking, and tonight featured mostly Goan tastes, accompanied by some great wine. There was not a morsel left, and Elena was pleased with that. Full of food and drink, and exhaustion from continuous sex the last night, I excused myself and staggered off to the bedroom. It did not take more than a few seconds for me to crash out.

Poor lad! Looks like you fucked his brains out during the journey, Sue, Elena commented saucily to Sushma. He fucked well too, and has a great imagination, Ellie, replied Sushma, getting up and kissing Elena on the lips. Let's clear up and give him a surprise tonight.

I woke up with a full bladder, to find two warm nude bodies on either side to me. They were fast asleep. Gently removing their hands, I tiptoed to the bathroom. As I was finishing up, Elena stepped in. Fuck me, she said, Right here, right now. I took her standing. Being quite lightweight, it was easy to pick her up and spear her on my upright lowda. Oooohh, Kumar, this is wonderful, she exclaimed. Sex was fast and furious, with both of us drenched in perspiration from the physical activity. She came, one twice and a third time in rapid succession. I let her hold me for a few minutes before she released herself, my cock still hard and coated with her fuck lubricant. Dropping to her knees, she took my engorgement in her mouth and was sucking it like a lollipop. Using her saliva, she started to rub my pucker. She was kneading my balls gently and stuck a finger up my asshole. That did it, I came in globs into her mouth, which she swallowed greedily and drained out the last drop from me. She stood up and kissed me open-mouthed, giving me a taste of myself. We cleaned up with a quick wash and headed out to see Sushma sitting up in bed.

You guys have left me alone, she complained. Elena went over to her pussy and started caressing it with her lips and tongue. Sushma lay back. I laid next to her as I kissed her face down to her waist with a short detour around her tits. Sushma was running her fingers through Elena's hair. Elena reached out to my manhood and stroked it. Soon the little bugger was ready for more action. Elena left Sushma's cunt and went and squatted over Sushma's mouth. Sushma started on Elena's pussy with fingers and tongue. Reaching downwards, Elena was playing with her lesbian lover's tits. I used Sushma's own juice to rub around her arsehole and around my dick. Placing the knob head on her clit, I started grinding it. Elana and Sushma were both moaning and grunting in heat. Slowly bringing my cock downwards, I slowly entered Sushma's love shaft. I started pistoning her cylinder, powering her love engine. We reached the mounts of ecstasy together, and held each other in bed, till our breathing paced down. That was fantastic, Kumar. Wait till I tell Braganza about this. Yes, added Sushma, Kumar is a young and clever all-rounder. Hugging each other we dozed off, knowing that we all had an early start the next day.

I brisk start, with some cuddling and kissing, we finished breakfast and set out. I will be needing a taxi anyway, so I will drop you off and head for my work. All the best, with a smile and a kiss, she left after leaving me at the consulate. The student visa was granted without any fuss, given that I had been admitted on a full scholarship at an Ivy League School.

I was sitting in the front row, observing the service windows. There was a cute pretty young thing at one of them. She seemed to be dressed in a skirt and blouse and I could make out the outline of her great rack through the fabric. I was getting a hardon, and it seemed to be showing. As luck would have it, I was called over to her window. Keeping my folder over my crotch, I made it there without anyone noticing it. Asking a few questions about me, she made her decision. I was drinking in her beauty when I heard her say, Enjoy your school, young man. The girls are gonna love you there, she added with a smile while stamping my passport page. Man, that was a close one, she had caught sight of my bulge. Thanking her, I left the consulate barely an hour later.

I returned to Elena's flat, stopping en route at a public telephone to update my parents with the good news. She seemed to be not at home. Anticipating more screwing later, I decided to take a nap and refresh myself. Elena got back late afternoon and I woke up at the sound of the front door. Stepping out, I greeted Elena and gave her the good news. Wow, this calls for a real bang-up celebration this evening, hugging me and kissing me on my mouth. It's Friday, so let me make reservations at this new place. Too bad I don't have time now for more, but you had better save yourself for a wild night tonight, she warned.

Fix yourself with whatever you need, I need to head out and handle some work.

I strolled over to the fridge and popped myself a beer. A couple of beers and I was snoring on the sofa when I heard the doorbell. It was Sushma, looking a bit tired. I broke the good news and she lit up in happiness. If she was going to miss me, she hid it well.

We took a lazy shower together, she to wash off the city grime, and I for her company. Under the flowing streams of the shower, I worked on her cunt till it was well oiled. Lifting up one leg, she proffered her swollen cunt and gasped when I shoved it in. Drilling her smoothly, she came in rapid gusts as I shot my load of semen into her. We eased off gradually, and toweling each other off, and went into the bedroom to dress for dinner. Elena was back too, from the sounds from her room.

Elena and Sushma were dolled into in come hither type cocktail dresses. No panties too, Elena giggled. I looked like a tramp in my jeans and a T-shirt. I don't have anything better, I apologised. It will do, Elena chortled.

Just as we were seated, I got a shock. The lady visa officer was walking across to our table. Hi Naomi, said Elena. I was surprised that they knew each other. Naomi this is Sushma and this is, she broke off.

I know about Kumar, cut in Naomi. I moved to Bombay from Madras just a week ago. She did not look to be much older than me.

Join us, offered Elena. In a bit, as soon as that fat slob I am with, passes out. That prick has been trying to get his miserable cock into my panties for a year. The 'prick' was a senior officer that Naomi reported to. I explained my woodie situation at the consulate and both Elena and Sushma could not control their laughter. During dinner, Elena and Sushma were discussing something but were not willing to share the topic with me. Giving up, I focused on food and drink, until Naomi came over. Naomi, much to my embarrassment, revealed the story of my boner to the others. All were laughing, until Naomi, turned to me and said, I did not want the girls at your school to miss out it! More laughter. Naomi, still looking at me, confessed that looking at my boner and it's obvious inaccessibility, had thrilled her. I would have been disappointed had you not offered me the best compliment a girl could get, placing her palm near my crotch. I warmed to her after that, let junior do his thing for Naomi.

We all went back home together, and it was obvious that Elena and Naomi had been intimate with each other. We romped together in the larger bed in Elena's bedroom. Elena and Naomi were in a sixty-nine. Sushma and I were indulging them with kisses, licks, and squeezes. Elena separated and brought out her collection of sex toys. A trio of dildos was fused together as a set, looking like a three-pointed cock star. Did not require to be a genius to figure out that this was to be used later by the three women.

I got fucked in my arse for the first time by Naomi using a strap on, while Sushma sucked me off and Naomi got butt fucked with a doubleheader in Elena's cunt. Sushma then wanted to fuck my butt while I sucked off Naomi and Elena was giving me a blow job. It got pretty wild, till we all exhausted ourselves and rolled over in bed, allowing the waves of pleasure to course through our nerves. We lay semi-comatose for a quarter of an hour when feeling thirsty and with a full bladder, I got up. Relieving myself into the pot, I washed my prick and toweled it dry. I went to the bar to get me a quick shot, and on my return, the three had shoved the combo dildo into their pussies. Holding each other by the arms, they swayed in and out, like a tribal dance. I walked around them, squeezing their tits, fingering their arseholes, kissing their necks and faces. One by one, they squirted the lady cum and spent, withdrew. Naomi went into Elena's bathroom and Sushma into the guest room. Elena had passed out on her bed. I went to the guest room and noticed that Sushma was in the same state.

I realised I had not fucked Naomi, and my dick quivered at the possibility. I went out to the bar for another drink, in the buff, with my dick leading the way. Naomi joined me, wearing not a thread. I gotta get a thank you fuck from you Kumar, she seduced. Just take me hard, and fuck me for the slut I am, Naomi slurred. I needed no second invitation. Laying her on the couch, I started ramming her hard. Her hands were around my balls and a finger was looking for my arse hole.

There was a Vayudoot flight to Belgaum, mid-morning. Sushma decided to stay put as I would be returning in a week. With hugs and kisses, I left.

The week passed by in a rush. With a little effort, I managed to dissuade my parents from coming to Bombay to see me off. Getting my flight tickets, shopping, packing, and the endless visits by friends and relatives dropping in to wish me well. The big day arrived, and I bid my parents' goodbye. It was Vayudoot again from Belgaum to Bombay. As I was connecting through within 24 hours, I was able to check in my suitcases and went to meet my lover with a light hand grip.

We had Elena's apartment to ourselves, that evening. She had gone to Panjim for a wedding. Sushma had prepared a lovely meal, and we spent time over it. We enjoyed a long and deliberate lovemaking session, each realising that it would be the last time together for the coming years. When next, could not be foretold. Tiring of the foreplay, she soon used her wily fingers on my lund and got it hard and rigid. Panting with heat, she straddled and took me cowgirl style. I was clasping at her bouncing tits to the best of my ability. Smiling, she purred, Enjoying it, my lover? Oh Yes, Sushma. Every bit of it. Placing my hands on her upper arms, I drew her closer to me, as our hips humped in harmony. She was taking my cock in her cunt deep and slow. I was kissing her neck, licking and gently biting her nipples, as she tightened her embrace in anticipation of her climax. I was still hard within her. Turning her over, I took charge. Pacing my strokes, I heard her gasping, Kumar Kumar, make me come again. She arched back, and screamed Ohhhh .... Kkkuuummaaarrrr, as we reached the mutual crescendo of our orgasms.

We bid a tearful goodbye at the apartment itself. She expressed that coming to the airport would make her feel worse. I will polish off some drinks and be with Elena for a day or two. I will come to the US soon, Kumar. I won't be leaving you, it was her goodbye, with a long kiss.

We wrote to each other regularly. We exchanged photographs. She would insist that I make girlfriends and prod me for explicit details of our lovemaking every time. Gradually the frequency of letters decreased. Naomi visited me a couple of times and introduced me to her friends and their sisters.

A little over a year later, I received a letter from Elena. Sushma was gone. She had drowned while swimming with Elena and friends. The dangerous tidal currents that sometimes frequent the beaches at Goa have caused many accidents.

My world was shattered.

How could it be? How could she have left me? There was a second sealed envelope, which was also addressed to me, in Sushma's neat handwriting. I tore it open in a rush.

Darling Kumar,

I wish that you never get to read this. I am writing this after you had left for the airport. This will be with Elena for safekeeping, to be sent to you, should something happen to me.

I loved you from the instant I set my eyes on you. Our lovemaking was only the consummation of our affection for each other. I adored the way you treated me with respect and cared for me during our short association. I gave myself willingly to you, as you did yourself. Even during the orgiastic sessions at Elena's, I noticed that you had a soft corner for me.

I am locked in an unhappy marriage. I decided to pursue a full-time MBA instead of a part-time MA. I will be moving in with Elena, and she has promised to put in a word with the management of some good institutes.

With an MBA, I think I could get a job, and look to break out of my marriage. I look forward to the day I could travel to the US and be with you for some time. This is my dream. Naomi says it is possible and has assured me of all help.

Don't moon over me all the time. Keep me in your heart, but go out and enjoy yourself. As for me, I will continue my girlies with Elena, but it will be some time before I can admit a man. That's how much you have come to mean to me. But I will have to, Elena has been insisting that I do. I know with your orthodox parents and their cultural leanings, they will never agree to our marriage. And I don't want to break their hearts. Your mother has been like a mother or elder sister to me, ever since I had come to Belgaum.

So I will be treasuring the time you gave me, as one beautiful springtime in my life. If there is one regret, it is when I humiliated you like a slave, I think I went a little too much. But I was feeling wicked that night and wanted to dominate you just once. Knowing I could never get that opportunity with anyone else. I think you also enjoyed it and got your own back by tying me up!

As I am aware of the circumstances that caused you to receive this, I know you will be distraught. I want to console you. Think of me and the good times. Think of me having found my release. Think of me having found my husband, Anil again. Be comforted, dearest.

Today will not be an easy day for you. Seek out any close friend you have. Speak with Elena. She will be there to support you.

Work hard for your career, and channelise the emotion of grief into some positive actions. You will definitely be coming up in life, I only regret that I would not be around to witness your growth.

I hope you never receive this letter, but I write it so that you will know me one last time, through it. Take care, my sweet lover, and be brave.

Yours forever

Sushma (Bhabhi)

I went through the morning like a zombie. I called Elena, regardless of the time in Bombay. We sobbed and sobbed over an expensive international call. Nothing else. Sushma's words kept ringing through my mind. Naomi came after a couple of hours. We just held hands. I showed her the letter.

Kumar, she advised. Sushma had the best in mind for you. She truly loved you. See her wisdom, to not leave you without a final word. Please follow her guidance. Look towards how you could respect her memory instead of being just melancholic. Get ready, I will buy you dinner and get back to keep you company for a few days. I am shattered as well. We have to stand by each other.

I knew that my only goal was to give Sushma the respect she deserved by becoming someone she would have been proud of.