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Latha’s Bi-Experience – Part I

Hi, I am Latha. I am now aged 22 and come from a very conservative, traditional Tamil speaking family settled in Bangalore. I have a sister named Sudha who is two years older than me. Both of us are now married to respectable families. But I should now share my very sexy experiences with you. I promise you that this is a real life experience, which will thrill and titillate you. Guys! Hands on your throbbing cocks and Girls! Fingers into your hole. Get Started with my experience.

Life was a normal middle class one and Both of us sisters were virgins when we got married. Sudha got married four years back, when she was 20 and I married three years back after completing 19. My parents were in Bangalore. Sudha’s husband was in Europe and she moved in after her wedding. Soon after my wedding, my hubby got a job in Gulf and we went over there. After that it was only communication over phone, e-mails and chat with my sister for four years. Both of us gave birth to our child in the respective countries. When we were there, we got the information, that our parents were separated and that my father had left Bangalore.

My unforgettable sexual experience took place one a pleasant November morning in 1998 i.e. two years back, when I came back to Bangalore after my child birth. My hubby’s younger brother was also in Gulf and his wife Bhavana had also borne a child just then. Both of us came to Bangalore. We straight went to the house of our sister-in-law Archana – a very sweet girl recently married. Archana told me that my parents were separated because my father could not satisfy my mother sexually. She also told me that my mother was now living in with a boy friend by name Amar. I had briefly known Amar during my childhood. He was young – around Sudha’s age and I was surprised that my mother was so sexually charged to live with some one eighteen years younger than herself.
The next day, which was a bright and pleasant Friday morning, I went to my mother’s home. The house is situated in a small but independent plot of land. My mother was alone at home. She was delighted to see me after more than one year and also my infant. I did not open the subject about father or Amar. In a few minutes Amar came home and smiled at me. Later mom told that she has some kitchen work and asked me and Amar to chat around till lunch.

We were generally talking about common matters and I noticed that Amar’s eyes were hovering on my boobs. Now, I have to confess that I have very massive boobs – around 40 DDD cup size. Though I am tanned brown in color, my facial features are very good and attractive and my figure good to boast with massive tits, slender and soft waist and nice rounded ass. After my childbirth I stopped wearing bra so that it will be easy to breast feed. Amar was virtually stripping me with his eyes and ogling at my boobs, accentuated by a tight blouse and covered demurely by saree. Amar was wearing a dhoti and shirt. I could see that his prick was straining against his underwear below his dhoti.

After some time my baby started crying. Mom suggested that it was hungry and that I should breast-feed. Amar gingerly carried the baby to me and placed it on my lap. At this time I was in the process of unhooking my blouse and his hands brushed against my right nipple. I unhooked only two hooks and pulled out my right nipple to feed the child. Amar said that doing so will injure my breast and that I should remove all the hooks. He helped me remove all the hooks and again brushed against my right nipple. My nipples started swelling with passion. My aerola, which is more than 1 inch in diameter was swelling and my nipple stuck out like a small prick. Amar was watching my baby suckle my right nipple. Meanwhile he came behind me and removed by blouse altogether. Now my saree was covering my left breast only and the right breast exposed to the baby and Amar.

After the feeding was over, I did not bother to arrange the saree properly or to put on my blouse again. I was giving a free view to Amar and getting a kink out of it. I felt very free with my breasts wobbling whenever I moved and I think, it showed seductively to Amar. Mom was watching all this and smiled appreciatively. Then she called us for lunch. As it was Friday – holy day for Hindus, as was customary, she said that we should eat traditionally out of banana leaves only. As my visit was not expected, there was only one banana leaf. So Mom asked Amar and Me to eat out of the same leaf.

To those, who are not used to South Indian Customs, I can say here that normally two or more persons eat out different plates or leaves and the plates are not supposed to touch one another also. Only married couple on their Suhaag raat (their first night at the Bedroom) are supposed to eat out of one plate. Amar snuggled close to me so that he can also eat out of the same leaf. He had removed his shirt by then. His bare shoulder was rubbing against my bare shoulder. He would often lean across to see if my boobs were bobbing. Playfully, we went for the same piece of potato and tried to pluck out of one hand. But he won. He ate half of the potato and put the other half directly into my mouth. Mom was seeing all this and enjoying. Now, I was having a hell of time with my pussy. I had had sex with my husband only for a few weeks after wedding and I became pregnant. During my pregnancy and after childbirth we had no sex. So, with no sex for more than one year and with the closeness with Amar and his playful touching sent my pussy into a tizzy. I was glad, I was at least wearing panties. Otherwise, my pussy juices would have wetted my beautiful saree.

After lunch, Mom asked us to go to the “private room and relax”. We instinctively knew, what she meant. I had a tingle up my spine to fuck with my mom’s boy friend. When we reached the “private room”, which contained a large king-sized bed, Amar just whirled around and removed his dhoti. I could now see his cock pressing against the underwear. I gave his cock an all-knowing smile and hugged Amar. We ground our lips together and our tongues entwined. I mashed by enormous boobs against his bare chest and rubbed my hand over his dick. His hand pressed my saree against my ass crack to feel my wetness. I pushed him to bed and slowly slid down his body to his belly. My saree was, by now no more covering my tits. The tits rubbed over his underwear-covered dick, making both the nipples and his dick throb further. I caught his underwear by my teeth and pulled down exposing a magnificent 8-inch long rod of meat. I was very surprised to see that all his pubic hairs surrounding the cock were shaved clean. This made me think of my husband, who also regularly made me shave his pubic hair. He would also regularly make it a point to shave my pubis every week. The tip of the dick was covered with pre-cum, which I gently licked. I then took the entire tool of meat into my throat and moved my tongue seductively over it. My hands were tickling under his balls and near his anal opening. I was surprised at my own behaviour. I had never before seen a nude man before except my hubby. I had never performed fellatio to my hub. Coming from a very traditional South Indian family, such behaviour was unthinkable. Such a thought gave me a tingle of pleasure.

Before he could shoot his load, I took my mouth from his prick and asked him if I could kiss him again with his pre-cum in my mouth. He was glad and kissed me and his pre-cum from my mouth. He relished it. In the meanwhile, he had whipped out what was left of my saree. As he was kissing me, two of his fingers went past my panty and he was fingering my clit and cunt at the same time sending me into a mini orgasm. I moved away from him, twirled around as if I was a strip teaser, turned around, bent so that my ass was protruding and slowly slid my panties down. Soon I was left without a stitch on. Just imagine, a respectably married South Indian woman standing before a stranger, stark naked as if just born.

Amar, immediately pushed me to the bed, hoisted by legs up and dove with his tongue protruding at my neatly shaven pussy. He licked me furiously to my first orgasm with a stranger. It was also the first time my pussy was licked, as my hubby never liked to eat pussy. I was proud that I had at last got rid of the chastity, which Indian women so cherish. Then, he stuck his ramrod into my pussy and went on banging the whole meat in and out. I was screaming furiously and mouthing obscenities, which I had read in some secret porno books. My boobs were sliding and swinging madly and I came upon orgasm after orgasm. Soon, he shot a whole load into my pussy and still went on ramming it right in. At that time I heard a sound of applause, which was in rhythm to my new lover fucking me. I opened my eyes to see my dear Mom applauding our fucking effort. Oops! I forgot to say, mom was as naked as we were. She stopped clapping and started massaging her own tits. She bent down, pulled one of her own nipples to her mouth and started sucking it till it grew to a massively long one. I had never seen a naked woman before and much less I had not imagined to see my Mom naked in front of me. The size of my mom’s nipple sticking out was far longer than I could ever imagine. I used to be proud about my own nipple’s length, but it was now dwarfed by my mom’s. She pulled Amar away from my pussy, bent down and inserted her erect nipple into my swollen, wet pussy hole and started fucking me with the nipple. The very thought of it sent me into a huge orgasm, completely drenching my mom’s breasts. I immediately took mom’s breasts to my mouth and started licking my own cum of it. Amar joined me in my effort and soon we had Mom’s boobs neat and clean. Then each of us sucked at each nipple. I was surprisingly rewarded with warm and refreshing milk from her right breast and Amar from the left. I drank one mouthful of milk; then sucking another mouthful of it, pressed my mouth against Mom’s and poured the milk into her mouth, h ich she drank greedily.
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