I kissed her lightly on her pussy lips once; then again. Then, during the next kiss, I slid my tongue around the thin lips a little bit. She moaned as I worked my tongue into her pussy; yes, she was a virgin. I knew it. I continued licking her lips. ‘Oh, Mohit…that feels so beautiful…’ Her clit was hard and swollen now; her juices were flowing freely. I felt a hand at the back of my head, urging me on. I increased the pressure of my licking, working hard on her clit. ‘Oh my god, Mohit…bahoot gulguli mach rahi hai…mmmm….’
After a few more minutes, her body started to jerk uncontrollably and Didi clamped a hand over her mouth, not trusting what noises she might make. She was loving every second of it, too. I must admit I was enjoying myself, as well…With her other hand, she pulled my head into her groin. Then she came in a long series of spasms that shook the bed. Red faced and panting, she tried to catch her breath. ‘Oh my god, main to ur rahi thi. Mohit mere pyare cho chweet tuney mujeh pari bana dia!’ She recovered quickly.
She sprang up onto her elbows and said, ‘Now you! Show me how to do it to you!’ as she glared at the erection in my shorts. There was such an innocence about her eagerness that it in no way came across as aggressive or slutty. Her tits were still fully exposed and her nipples were sticking out from their tips like bullets; her wet pussy glistened from in between her open legs. At this point, there was no holding back; I was in for the long haul. How far would this go…
I looked over at Didi with the same look she had given me: I trust you. Without getting up, I slipped my pajama off. Didi was surprised. She had obviously never seen a real live penis before; my lund was almost 7 inches long and very thick when fully hard. She looked simultaneously afraid of it and fascinated by it…’How did you get so hard?’ she asked.
‘I’m pretty…excited, Didi. This is what happens when a boy gets really excited.’ I sat before her on bent knees as she examined my lund. She looked worried. ‘I’ve just never seen a…penis before, for real…What should I do? Please; I want to learn. I think you insert it inside here slowly,’ she indicated towards her fuddi.
Yes, but you would have to bend over on your fours. I like to enjoy in doggie style,’ I whispered. She did as I told her. Didi had turned around and bent over slightly; she stuck her perfectly shaped hips in the air. She now spoke in that new low, breathy voice of hers. ‘Have you ever done it before?’ she looked at me.
‘Yes, … well,’ I stammered. ‘Yes, you did it with aunt Vrinda. She seduced you last year at Titoo chacha’s marriage. As if I don’t know. All night both of you played comedy at the old house, first floor…’. I was aghast. She seemed to enjoy – she knew my secret rendevouz with Vrindo mami. ‘That’s why she is all honey and sugar to you,’she chided me, ‘Now Common in.’ Sheepishly, I put my hands on her buttock. Her big beautiful boobs hung down invitingly and her entire pink pussy smiled at me from behind.
It was glistening wet as she waited for me. I slid to her back and positioned my lund up against Didi’s pussy. I slid it’s big bulbous head all around her hole and pushed. She squealed. ‘Remember, Didi: relax. Relax all of your muscles. Concentrate.’ I felt her hole open a bit. My lund pushed harder. There. It’s tip was pushing the vulva gently open. I was very careful and took my time. ‘That’s it…relax…Take deep breaths…good…’ My lund was about half inch in; Didi seemed to be OK…God, it felt great.
She suddenly held one hand up in the air. ‘Stop! Mohit! Wait!’ I stopped, ready to pull out. ‘Just hold it there, don’t move…Ahhh…Hold it…’ Didi moved forward a little, closed her eyes and then moved back…I could feel a little obstruction. I pushed slowly. She was tightly clutching the bed sheet. Suddenly, I felt my lund entering a very small eye inside which was growing in size; a bubblegum layer tearing open and her fuddi swelling on my lund. Now it was in about 2 inches. ‘Oh, mari gayi!’ She was panting.
‘No! Just…Let me…Oh! Let me, Yesss, I want it…Mmmmmm….’ Now i had worked about 4 inches in and she was at the fattest part of my lund. She had the muscles of her pussy completely relaxed and I couldn’t quite believe what I was feeling. My petite elder sister was taking almost half of my lund into her virgin pussy. Now every small movement we made was heavenly; I started to move just a tiny bit myself, and soon we were making even more progress.
Didi moaned through clenched teeth. ‘Arghhhhhh…Ooooh…Yes, OH, YES!’ Past the most difficult part, Didi started to move more freely back and forth; and suddenly we were fucking. I was fucking her! I never would have dreamed she could have taken the majority of my cock in her tiny virgin bud. This session was really bringing out the animal in her, as well…
‘Ahhh, Mohit, give it to me full, chod de mujhe..Oh! Oh! Oh, Rajaaaah, bahut achcha lag raha hai’ I held her hips with both hands and really started fucking her hard. I pulled her on and off my cock like a rag doll. She obviously enjoyed it. ‘MmmmMmmmMmmmm!’ she hummed. She bent around to look at me. I almost didn’t recognize her; she was so transformed by lust. She squeezed a tit while she said, ‘It doesn’t hurt at all, Mohit! It feels sooooo good…Do it….Ahhh…Do it harder…’
I lost control and gave into the sexual frenzy. I was really slamming her. Didi tried to answer but could only manage a series of high pitched whimpers. Her boobs were dangline about uncontrollably. I think Didi came then; she howled like a dog, shaking and sweating. I just kept on fucking; Didi put her head down on the couch and her ass in the air and it sounded like she was weeping. Soon I felt my own orgasm approaching. I was also sweating now. My thrusts became fewer and harder, Didi whimpered loudly with each forward thrust. Suddenly, I spurted gush of releases wave after wave.
Didi spoke first. ‘Thank you, Mohit. Now I know. How it would be on my second night…’ I was still catching my breath. ‘Didi, I…that was amazing. I just didn’t want to hurt you…,’ I, too, was overwhelmed. She breathed heavily,’We didn’t, Mohit. We didn’t,’ in my mouth and closed her lips on mine, inserting her tongue; she flowed into me in a kiss…she inhaled me…it was as if our body was one joined by our lips. I tasted as she tasted. I felt as she felt.
In last four years, she has been ‘happy’ in her marriage, with a 2 year old son. She confesses – the memory of our first time still lingers. We still do it when she visits.
