Seductive Bhabiji

I was sitting on the sofa when she returned with our drinks on a tray. Placing the tray on the table opposite me, she came around and sat next to me, close enough for me to feel the heat emitted so very profusely by her sex-oozing body. Putting her right arm on my thigh, exactly where it was back in our drawing room, with her left she gave me my glass of Scotch. Picking up her glass of Gin she said, “cheers, to us”, “to us”, I repeated. “Now”, she said, after taking a huge sip, applying with her right hand a little pressure on my thy, over my wet Burmuda, with a light squeeze, “Tell your Bhabi, what she can give you.”. “You already have Bhabiji,” I said, showing her my glass and taking a large sip myself. My passions, that were already lit and on fire due this wet sareed ravishing beauty besides me, had begun to now go wild by the light but formidable pressure on my bermuda and the sip of Scotch that had gone in. “You know my prince your Bhabi is not talking about that,” she said, taking her hand of my thigh and with it taking my glass from me, and placing both our glasses on the table. 

Taking both my hands in hers, she then guided them to her cheeks, and asked, “Now my prince, tell your Bhabi what you wanted from her when you touched her cheeks a little while ago.” I couldn’t take this torture anymore. “Are you sure I should Smita....Bhabi”, taking her name for the first time I drew her face closer to mine. “Yessssssss my prince, you must. Pleeeeaaase don’t torture your Bhabi any more.” she urged with gripping sensuality. At that I planted a light kiss on her lips, at which she had closed her eyes. Withdrawing a little, I asked, “Can I make love to you Smita?” At this she said what was hitherto unheard music to my ears. “Smita is yours Rohan. Your Bhabi is your slave. Punish her for flirting with you. Punish her for masturbating thinking about you. Jabse is ghar me ayin hoon main chupke se tumpe nazar rakhi hui hoon, Punish me my sexy Prince, make love to your Bhabi as she has never known.”

I kissed her with the passion I hadn’t experienced before. Biting her lips, licking her tongue as she parted her lips, parting my lips to let her tongue in, which she did with incredible sexual precession. The stimulating soft moans she emitted intermittently were lovely-- “mmmmm-hu-hu-mmmm-hu-aaaahhhh-aaaahhhh-mmmm”. “Let me take a good look at what my wet Bhabi has to offer”, I said, as I started sexploring other parts Smita’s sexplosive body. Her moans grew louder as I licked and bit her ears and her neck. With her mouth now free, words too came with the moans--oooooohhmmmmaaaaa--ouch--aaaahh--rroohhaaaaaaaaaaan--dheere se kaato mere prince--uuuuuuyyaaaa--don’t stop darling. “I can’t sweetheart, even if you wanted me to” I said, as I moved my hands, that were till then on the sexciting sleevless sides of her upper-arms, under her arm-pits. She shivered as my fingers touched her there. With her hands on my neck I had a clear view of her seductively inviting arm-pits. I kissed her on that well shaved paradise, finding, it had hair tiny enough to provide the stimulation my tongue longed for. As I started licking this paradise, breathing in the odour of love it emitted, my seductress’ moans grew even louder. 

They were the first signs of profound ecstasy from her--oooooiiiiimmaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaahhhhh-oooooohhhhh- and as I bit intermittently, she would press my head pushing my mouth deeper into that naturally perfumed paradise crying out with lust- eeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh-yyaaaaaaahhhh-yessss- yessss mere raj-kumar. While this went on, I had slid my hands under her saree over those wet-blouse covered globes of love. There was a pleasant surprise in store. Swelling in my hands, I could feel her big soft love-globes were in their pristine purity under her blouse. 

My fingers could even feel her hard nipples. Squeezing her boobs I took her right globe nipple in my mouth, while I was already fondling the left. I bit and sucked with lust what was in my mouth, passionately squeezing what my fingers held. Smita kept screaming with joy-- aaaoooocchhh- dheere kaato pleeeeeeeeeese-naaaaaaaaaaa-pleeeeese. When suddenly I felt soft pressure around my hard shaft. Knowing I was trying to look down Smita spoke mischievously, “Nothing yaar bhabi is taking care of chote sarkar, can’t neglect him na.” She had just begun fondling my hard-on over my Bermuda’s, but my under-ware was proving to be an obstruction in her smooth work. Sensing I was about to get up to do something about it, she stood up saying, “Wait darling, your sweetheart is here to do your work , just relax, let your Bhabi take care of you, you are in her safe hands now.” not letting go her the soft but firm grip on my love-pole, she parted my legs with her other hand and knelt between them. 

Her tender hands then, with utmost compassion that her exceedingly expressive eyes and lips betrayed, entered my Bermudas, into my undies. Feeling her soft bare hands gripping it, my hard-hot love-rod throbbed in ecstasy as it had never before. I couldn’t help groaning with pleasure--ooooooohhhhhhhyyyyaaaaahhhhhh. While hearing her say, “mmmmm..Garam hai, bada hai, real hot and big yaar. You’ll let your Bhabi play with it na, yes na, bolo na Rohan?” 

“yyaaaaaaaaahhhh yyeesssss”, I kept groaning, while she had taken my throbbing dildo out of my under- ware, but not out of my soft Bermuda’s. Shifting her hands to my hips, she started planting kisses on my throbber from over the soft-satin Bermuda. Rubbing her face , her rosy cheeks, her inviting lips, over and against my soft-satin covered rock-hard organ. Needless to say I was going crazy deriving this, mind-blowing pleasure-- aaaaaaahhhhyyyyyyyaaaahhhh your love is making it go mad-- Smitaaaaahhhhyyyyaaaaahh-- don’t stop-- Bhaaaaaaabbbiihhaahh. Take it out pleeeees have some mercy, take it out pleeeeees” I pleaded to this sensual sex-goddess. She obliged, and had to stretch the elastic that held my Bermudas substantially, to free my rock hard erect love-rod, that finally was able to show off its pristine glory.

 I could see the awe in her eyes as she held my huge, hot, hard, hungry, glory-rod saying, “my my, Rohan darling.... ajeebsa pyaara sa dar lagta hain ise dekhkar”. Planting passionate kisses over it, and giving me a hand-job for while-- eliciting louder groans from me-- she finally said, “Bassssss, you’ve become too big and hot for bechari bhabi, let her try to cool you lovely baba”, and licking of the pre-cum off my tool with a couple of sextreemly fascinating swipes of her tongue, she went on to take an incredible amount of my large fat dildo in her mouth. Holding the rest between two fingers she gave me the blow job of my fantasies, nay better still. All the way she moaned--mmmmmhhmmmmhh-- eliciting my groans, as I held her head with both hands--ooooooohhhhhhhhyyaaaaahhhhhhyyeesssssssssmita suck me dry bhabeeeeeyyyaaaaahhhh. Withdrawing from my throbber after a while, she said, “I cant my love, your Bhabi’s Cunt is dying to do that baby.” As she stood up, I held her by the arms and helped her turn around. I stood behind her saying “not before what my tool gets what it’s dying to” and my throbbing dildo was touching what it always wanted to. 

Her semi-wet, sari draped, round-spongy ass. Adjusting my love-tool over the spongy paradise, I moved my hands over her soft belly, searching for that mind-blowing naval that had mesmerized me from under the transparent saree. As my index-fingers played with her fat-n-chubby bellybutton and my hands pushed her voluptuous body against mine, my hot love-tool rubbed passionately against those magnificent, spongy globes of love. “naughty boy, koi apne Bhabi ko aise karta hai kya aaoooch aaaaooooch very naughty, bahut tadpate ho apne Bhabi ko aaaaaahhhh rrrroohhaaaaaaaan

The feel of her sexy body, along with the sound of her seductive voice, was a sexeedingly pulsating sexperience. It had to end though, for I new my overworked dildo could not hold for much longer. Before letting go those spongy globes, I bent down on one knee and rubbed my face against them. first gently, then vigorously, before I finally stopped. Standing up, “I can’t hold any longer Bhabi”, I whispered in her ear. “Nor can your thirsty Bhabi, my hungry prince”, she said, holding my hand and guiding me to the settee, that was at the far end of the drawing room. Only with my T-shirt on, and my dildo sticking out in its pristine glory, I obediently followed my seductress. 

Once there, I pulled her pallu down, and she helped undo the rest of her sexy saree. While she un-did her blouse hooks, I stood mesmerized looking at my Bhabi’s, now exposed, well-shaved cute little pink pussy, which looked sexceedingly inviting between a pair of gorgeous legs. Sexcited, I grabbed for her, loosing my balance, pulling her with me, we both fell on the sette. She over me, with elegant dexterity quickly adjusted herself to a comfortable position. With her gorgeous legs on either side of me, kneeling she very slowly took of her blouse, saying, “make love to me my prince, make love to your nangi Bhabi”. I was watching with lust, her inviting brown nipples, over those firm-milky love globes, when she took hold of my dildo and guided it to her glory-hole. The touch left me breathless, as she pushed my hungry love-tool into her pleassure-hole. 

Pushing herself against me a couple of times, she had taken in most of my large dido. All along emitting moans-n-word’s, “oooyyeeeemmaaaaa-bechari pussi-oooohh-rohan ke bechari bhabi ki-aaaaaaaahh-realy big-hhaaaaa.” I spontaneously reacted, pushing up against the sex-goddess above me, emitting-ooooooooohhhhhh-yyeesssssss-oooooooooohhhhhhh. It hardly took a minute before I was moving in tune with the rhythm of my Bhabi’s moves. I was almost fully into this sex-goddess. She dictated our rhythm implicitly. Going slow for a long time, and then intermittently quickening the pace, to go slow again, discerning, I may loose control and cum. Her judgement was impeccable and I followed her lovely diktats with shier servitude. 

All along, I was squeezing her milky-white globes and those lovely hard nipples on them. She had gone ecstatic-- “ooooohhhhhoooooohhhhh-hhhhaaaaaa- tear me apart, hhhhhhaaaaaooooohhhh-I love this Rohan-mmmmmmhhhhhaaaaaaaaammmmmmmm”. I was going, “hhhhhaaaaahhhhaaaaaa-you’re lovely Bhabi-aaaaaahhhhhhh- I need this badly Bhabi-hhhhaaaaaaa.” Those were the most pulsating moments I had ever sexperienced. It became better, and I had ask her, “I’m cumming....should I..?”, cutting me short she screamed, “Cum my baby...right there....right inside your thirsty Bhabi...pump me with every drop of your nectar Baby”, was her diktat. And I obliged yet again, pumping with ecstasy, spraying more jets of love-cum my resourceful dildo had ever, into the loveliest place my dildo had ever been. The climax was beyond words. Both gasping, both tired, she was resting on me, saying, “You are incredible baby.....”, when the door-bell rang.

Letting me out the back door, Bhabi had just said, “He’s going for a toor .. day after, ring me up tomorrow.”
I rang the next afternoon. 

Ive never fantasized after this sexident. True sexidents, I’ll keep penning.