Punjabi Desi Aunty Ko Choda Us Ke Ghar Mei
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From Jenny To Mei Ch. 01 free porn video
This is my first try at erotic fiction. I hope you like it and please be nice.
It’s largely autobiographical but not literally so. I’m an Asian girl and lots of what I write about Mei is me but lots isn’t. I’ll leave it to your imagination (hint, if it’s about sex it’s me)
If you all like it I’ll write more but please let me know in the comments and by voting.
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Jenny was a cold, heartless bitch, and that was ok, it worked for her. It certainly never got in the way of her getting what she wanted.
She wasn’t overt about it, after all, no one likes a bitch, and people liked Jenny. Yet she was completely empty of compassion and other values people judged the worth of others by. So she was only a bitch when it was of some value, some strategic utility.
To the world at large and the very few people she thought of as friends she was just Jenny, hard to get to know but pleasant enough.
In addition to being cold and heartless, Jenny was a slut. She had an insistent libido that would not stay quiet and nothing she could do would keep it sated for more than a few days. This secret, and the methods she used to keep her inner tigress fed, were kept carefully hidden. Were they discovered it would ruin her life.
It’s not that Jenny fucked every guy she could. In fact she kept as few guys as possible, preferring one reliable cock at a time. Once she found one that knew his place, didn’t talk too much, paid for stuff and didn’t take the sex for granted, she kept him until he became tiresome.
The problem for Jenny was that her guys would inevitably turn gushy, fall in love, promise everlasting devotion and fidelity. That was her signal that it was time to stop answering phone calls and start blocking texts. Men suffered for loving Jenny and she liked it that way.
Jenny had been the most desirable woman in her small Wyoming town. She wasn’t a beauty queen and she’d probably never get a job as a model, an actress or a pop singer. However, two things were irresistible about Jenny, one, she had a smoldering sexuality, like a force field that surrounded her, and two, she was a lithe Asian girl.
Now Wyoming is not known for its ethnic diversity and when Jenny came to town at age fifteen, her mother taking an assignment as a nurse, she was judged exotic and therefore desirable. Every boy in the small high school sought to make Jenny welcome. They went out of their way to carry her books and did what they could to get in her pants.
Jenny was born in Wuhan, capitol of Hubei province in China and at nine her folks emigrated to the U.S., settling with relatives in San Francisco. By the time the move to Casper happened she was as American as any kid could be.
That’s when Jenny discovered how good it was to be Asian and female. She didn’t really understand it, she didn’t think of herself as any different than any other girl but for some reason she got much more attention than even prettier girls of her age.
One of her friends, Margo, said all the guys had yellow fever. She didn’t really understand what was behind it but she knew it was true. White guys just seemed to find her irresistible.
By fifteen she was five foot five and one-hundred pounds, slim with hair the color of spilled ink and dark brown eyes. She knew she had a pretty face, pert breasts that were large for her frame and an ass that made male mouths water. But she discovered that to key to driving guys into paroxysms of lust, and got them to do her homework, flirting was the ticket.
By eighteen and starting senior year she was the best flirt in the county. With a few flutters of her eyelashes she could have her biology homework done by the dumbstruck nerd in her class. With a few suggestive hints she could have a term paper written. A quick kiss on a cheek and a ‘You’re the greatest,’ she could borrow some guys car for the weekend. She was spoiled rotten, not by her Tiger Mom but by nearly every male she came in contact with.
She used her gifts to their full advantage and set her sights on Billy Michaels, a tall handsome boy who played linebacker on the football team. She didn’t like him in the way high school girls liked football players, didn’t give a damn about his popularity or charm. She liked the way his ass looked in jeans, his thick neck and the stories she heard at the lunch table made him more attractive still.
Billy, also a senior, was dating Alyssa and had been for two years, but that didn’t present any problem to Jenny. She simply seduced him during an assembly when they were sent on an errand by their math teacher.
She wasn’t subtle about it, she didn’t have time. Sent to the supply closet to get some raffle tickets or something, she simply took off her skirt and panties in one motion, grabbed Billy, kissed him, pressed down on his shoulders until he was on his knees. She curled a leg around his neck and ground her pussy into his face. She came quick, kissed him and left with the tickets, never having said a word.
Billy stopped seeing Alyssa and for the next three months Jenny had all the dick she wanted. Then Billy made the mistake of buying her flowers and telling her how she made him feel. It was time for a new guy and she discovered that the social studies teacher might make a good replacement. He was single and there was a rumor he was gay. Every unmarried male teacher had the same rep, but Jenny knew better. She caught him staring at the white triangle under her skirt, which she exposed only to him as she slumped down in her first row chair. She loved skirts.
She started her seduction of the handsome young teacher with a few subtle innuendos. ‘You’re such a wonderful teacher, Mr. Kelly. I know I could learn so much from you.’ Later it was, ‘Too bad I couldn’t learn everything from you. Real life lessons.’
She’d drop by his classroom and flirt when she had the opportunity. She knew it was driving him nuts. During class other students would notice that he was distracted but only Jenny knew why. She’d catch his eye before he diverted his gaze, then she’d spread her knees a bit wider and play with her hair to lure them back.
One day she followed him home, Casper isn’t a big town. She knew the neighborhood and devised a plan. She’d catch him at the supermarket and chat him up, or maybe feign illness and get him to take her to his home, or something. Maybe she’d borrow some boy’s car and run it into his mailbox.
She saw his girlfriend one day after school, when she picked him up in her convertible. She was hot, Jenny had to admit, but that would be no problem. Jenny knew that any red-blooded American man couldn’t refuse her tight little Asian pussy. She’d have to ensure that the bitch wasn’t at his house when she made her play.
‘Any plans for the weekend Mr. Kelly?’ she asked one Friday as class ended. His mind full of images of her triangle.
‘Uh… No Jenny, just relaxing around the house. Maybe a little gardening.’
‘Oh is your girlfriend out of town?’ She leaned in closer and with a confidential voice, said, ‘I saw her pick you up after school once. I love her car!’
‘Yeah. She’s going to be in Billings for a recertification test and to see her family.’
‘Oh, poor thing. You’ll be home all alone and desperate for company.’
‘I’ll survive, Jenny. How ’bout you? Any plans or just studying.’
‘Just studying. You know what Chinese mothers are like. It’s all books and piano practice for me, but I’ll get a chance to take a breather on Saturday.’
‘How’s your Chinese, Jenny? I’ve been taking some online lessons, just, you know, to broaden my horizons a bit.’
Jenny knew that the hook had been set. If Mr. Kelly had taken to studying Chinese it could only be for a one reason. Because he couldn’t get Asian women out of his mind, thanks to her.
‘Wǒ de zhōng guó hua bùcuò (my Chinese is not bad).’
‘Wow. Ok. I didn’t understand a word. I ne
ed more practice.’
‘Perfect’, she thought. ‘This’ll be the way in.’
‘Bye, Mr. Kelly. Keep studying,’ she said with a wink and she knew how tomorrow would turn out.
It went exactly as planned. She showed up on his doorstep at three o’clock Saturday afternoon with a backpack filled with her Chinese textbooks, flashcards and various study aids. They were all from her childhood but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to teach him Chinese for god’s sake.
‘Jenny, what are you doing here,’ he looked shocked and peered nervously behind her, seeing if anyone was about.
‘I brought you some textbooks, I thought we could have our first lesson. You need a tutor.’ And with that she walked in the door, closed it behind her and took a seat on the couch.
From there on it was child’s play as she pretended to earnestly teach him a few words of Chinese. She took off her light sweater complaining of the heat, she had on a little silk cami along with a short skirt and long white socks, the kind Japanese girls made popular.
She knew she looked hot, her nice C tits straining at the cami, a super thin bra doing nothing to hide her nipples. Her smooth, perpetually tan skin of her thighs mesmerized him.
This was the part she loved most. Feeling the sexual pressure rise. Watching a man make a fool of himself, pretending he wasn’t under her spell.
After an hour of playing caring tutor she changed to a girl with a problem. She lied about her mother, telling him how strict she was and how she was so over protective and how, as an innocent young girl she had so many unanswered questions about ‘life’.
‘Well, Jenny, ask me what you want and I’ll try to be as honest as I can.’ Eric was half way into his second beer. She drank iced tea.
‘Well. I’m embarrassed,’ she said, feigning innocence, ‘I can’t talk about it with my mother and I don’t have many girlfriends. It’s questions about. Well… about, what men and women do… when… you know… when they’re alone.’
It went on like this for twenty or so minutes. To his delight and horror he thought his fantasy was about to come true. She piled it on thick. All embarrassment and curiosity and tried to look conflicted, relying on him to explain things to her.
‘So what does it feel like?’ she said, ‘When a girl… licks… like… down there?’
‘Uh… it’s fantastic… It’s impossible to put into words.’
‘I so desperately need to know…’ Her lashes beat the air ‘…to know what it feels like to have a hard, umm.. penis…(she faked modesty) pressing into my mouth, pushing apart my lips. What it feels like to lick a cock and have it at the back of my throat.’
Mr. Kelly squirmed, transfixed on her lips as she spoke the words.
‘I think I’d like it a lot. I just know my little… my lips down there… would get so wet. See,’ she explained, ‘when I’m home alone, when Mom’s not there… sometimes,’ she stopped and looked up at him, and said, ‘You’re going to think I’m naughty.’
He practically screamed, ‘No… tell me.’ She thought it was adorable, how the lust shown on his face.
‘Well…,’ then she stopped and said, ‘Thanks for letting me talk like this… so open and adult,’ then continued, ‘sometimes, in the shower, after I soap myself all over, I step out of the stream and just run my hands all over myself and I touch, here,’ she grabbed her breasts firmly, pressing them together for the cleavage and dropped them to give them a bit of a bounce, ‘and the little tips get so hard and it feels really good when I pinch them and roll them around. But I feel kind of dirty.’
‘Oh no… no, that’s perfectly natural,’ he was nearly panting now, ‘Go on.’
‘Well then I rinse off, get out and I don’t even towel myself off. I just get into bed, lay back and start imaging what one looks like. I mean, I’ve seen dirty pictures and all but I’ve never seen one in real life. A big hard one with hair and all. Then I rub my hands over my body again and touch the… nipples.’ She gave her breasts an even harder squeeze and gasped, faking ecstasy, ‘and by then the’ve gotten so hard and sensitive.’ She shook her hair from her face and looked down at her tits. ‘Like now. See what I mean? They are so hard. Look.’
Mr. Kelly’s brain was about to erupt out of the back of his head. For the last two weeks he’d been jerking off thinking of just such a scenario. More than once he rubbed one out in the teacher’s bathroom after having stole a long look in class at the cleft in her tight little white panties.
‘I know I’m a bad girl but when I’m lying on my bed like that… naked, my little tips so hard, I experiment a bit. I can’t help it, my hand just moves on it’s own and I touch down there and I feel this strange slippery wetness between my lips. I just start touching myself, and it feels really, really good. There is this hard little bit of skin at the top, you know?’
He nodded his head quickly then unconsciously licked his lips.
‘Well that feels best of all and then I start thinking about a long hard… penis. I feel so dirty saying the word. I think about having one in my mouth, and some sweaty boy shoved it inside of me, all the way to my throat. The things that hang down, you know, the balls, bouncing against my chin. I feel so full, so much a woman.’
She loved the deep red color of his face, the cute sheen of moisture on his forehead.
‘Usually, at that point I am so wet it’s dripping down my butt and onto the sheets and, I just can’t help it, I put a finger inside of me and I am so warm and wet and then… then… then I shove it in as far as I can and sometimes two fingers and I imagine the penis squirting into me, filling my mouth and that’s when I start shaking and the most wonderful feeling comes over me.’
‘Jesus!’ he said.
‘Mr. Kelly?’ she said.
‘Yes… yes… yes?’
‘I know I shouldn’t ask but I feel I can trust you.’
‘Yes.’
‘I am kind of concerned. I… no one has seen my… you know, down there and I’ve always been afraid that it’s ugly. You’ve seen one before. Can you look at it for me and tell me if it’s a normal one?’
He started saying, ‘I can’t’ and ‘I’ll go to jail’ stuff but she knew the way around that. She moved slowly away, leaned back onto the arm of the couch, lifted her knee, her skirt already at her waist. She hadn’t bothered to tell him she was eighteen.
His eyes fixed on the little wet spot on her panties, and he was paralyzed.
She said, as she reached down with one hand and pulled her panties aside, ‘Does it look normal, Mr. Kelly?’
‘Oh my god,’ he whispered.
‘Is it pretty?’
‘Oh my god.’
‘Can you touch it? Tell me if it feels normal?’
Like a rat with electrodes controlling it’s muscles, he put out his hand and touched her pussy with his thumb, fingers on the delicate mound. He felt his consciousness quiver and his vision shake as he pushed around the thick oozing from her.
‘Is it supposed to get that wet?’ she asked.
‘Oh my god,’ he said again, more complex ideas unable to form in his mind. His brain could, however, manipulate his thumb and he drew it up her slit to her engorged clit.
‘Oh, yeah, that’s just what I do and it feels so good. Is it pretty, Mr. Kelly, do you like it?’
‘My god,’ he said, looking at her face for a fraction of a second, ‘it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’
She started to really get turned on, breathing a bit faster. ‘Can you, you know? Can you put a finger in me?’
He did and he was snared.
‘Lick me, oh please lick me. I need to feel what its like,’ and, of course, he licked her.
Now he was hers for as long as she wanted him. She could force him to fuck her anytime. All she had so say, if he ever talked about ending it, was ‘I think maybe I’ve got a little Eric growing inside. God I’m so happy,’ or something like that.
That Saturday was one to re
member. She kept him busy till nine-thirty and fucked him at least five times. Once in the kitchen, bent over the table, once in the bed room where that slut girlfriend had been done, once in a spare room and once on his clothes dryer. She even sucked his cock before leaving, as a kind of thank you but he had no more in him.
She returned the next day, the tutoring pretext dropped because she didn’t need it. She fucked him until he begged for mercy, then fucked him again.
Jenny had a great time over the next few months. Eric became a shell if his former self. The constant tension took a mighty toll. He could never get over the guilt but he knew he was trapped. The best he could hope for was to keep using this sweet innocent girl whom he thought he’d turned into a raging nymphomaniac until her graduation and prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that he wouldn’t get caught.
The damn thing was she seemed to need it all the time. In the janitor’s slop closet down the hall, in his car in the school parking lot, in the teacher’s lounge, in his own damn classroom and even on the roof.
He realized he had to break up with his girlfriend when Jenny started demanding to stay the night, saying she had the ok from her mother to have a sleep over at a friends house, that, along with asking if he could get his girlfriend in on a threesome. He’d planned to propose to his girlfriend that summer but it was either brake up with her or she’d find out sooner or later and then his life would be ruined for sure.
He resigned himself to his lot and he realized it wasn’t so bad after all. Jenny came over all the time and when people began to talk they used the old Chinese tutor story.
He loved sex with Jenny who was wild, skillful and insatiable. She was his best partner ever and he started to have real feelings for her. Soon she was going to graduate then a couple of years later, for propriety’s sake, they could get married and things would work out fine.
That’s when she dumped him. The first time Jenny heard her reliable fuck say, ‘I love you’ her skin crawled. She never called him again, never visited his classroom and never went to his house. Eric was so heart broken he nearly collapsed. He’d followed her home a week later and stopped her before she made it into her house, pleading, but to no avail. She told him that all she wanted was sex and that now he spoiled it with love she didn’t find him attractive and she could get a replacement cock anywhere.
She didn’t see him again and heard a few weeks later that he quit mid-semester and moved to China to teach English.
But that was years ago and Jenny didn’t think about him again. She was now a college graduate without a career. She had a miserable job in San Francisco at a public health clinic run by the city. Drug addicts, the homeless and filthy illegal aliens paraded before her on an endless treadmill of human garbage. She hated life but at least she wasn’t in Casper, Wyoming any longer, thank god.
She continued to abuse men. Her most recent victim was a cute doctor in an office three floors up. He was a internal medicine guy who had a wife and three kids. She liked having complete control of her men and enjoyed the irony of a hundred pound, twenty-three year old having the power to destroy a older, successful man’s life.
Just to up the pressure he was under, she posted pictures of them naked on a sharing website. She’d kindly obscured his face with a bit of a blur but his wife would recognize him. When she sent him a link to his secret gmail account he hit the roof.
His anger and panic was so empowering. As a side benefit, she really found that she liked the idea of men jerking themselves off looking at her. But now the doctor was gone in the usual way. He started talking about troubles at home and how he needed someone to love who was as sexually uninhibited as himself. ‘Yeah, whatever,’ she thought.
She was calmly browsing around for her new lover, in a bit of a lull. Between engagements, as it were, when a funny thing happened. She really started getting into the whole exhibitionism thing. She started taking a lot of self shots and even masturbating and posting videos online. She made lots of friends with whom she flirted and swapped video clips nearly every night. It wasn’t as satisfying is getting hard cock up the cunt, but it was good enough for now.
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