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This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and
may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle
or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's
pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop
reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as
exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
life.

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A Perfect Hand-job

I was watching television, or at least pretending to, while Kirti was
preparing lunch. From where I sat, I had a perfect view into the
kitchen, and my eyes followed my petite sister-in-law all the time. It
was one of the rare weekends, when it was just Kirti and me at home.
My wife was away on a company picnic, and would return only on Sunday
evening.

Ever since Kirti had moved in with us a month ago, I found myself very
distracted by the sexy 22-year-old. It didn't help that she was
totally comfortable around me, and was rarely conscious about my gaze.
She usually walked around in shorts and t-shirts at home. When she
would sit on the floor to watch T.V., she would have her legs bent at
the knee, and her thighs spread. On more than one occasion, she would
come out into the living room with the buttons on her shorts undone.
Her t-shirt often ran up, exposing her stomach, and never once did she
self-consciously pull it back down.

Inevitably, my sex drive was on overdrive. I was constantly horny, but
unfortunately, my wife was not as turned on. This left me feeling
horribly frustrated, and I walked around with a perpetual hard-on.

Kirti never once showed any discomfort at my ogling. I don't believe
she ever knew I was ogling her.

But today was different. Not that she was any more conscious than on
any other day, it's just that she seemed on edge.

As I watched her from where I sat, she stood in from of the gas stove
watching or waiting for something to cook. Absentmindedly her hand
went under her t-shirt, and up her stomach. Her fingers slid under the
elastic of her bra, and she ran her fingers along her chest, easing
the pressure of the bra, I suppose. Then her hand went down, and into
her shorts, and stayed there. I would have gladly paid any amount to
know what her fingers were up to.

But all this notwithstanding, she was edgy and jumpy. I could feel a
tension that had never been there.

After she finished preparing lunch, she joined me in the living room,
in front of the T.V. We exchanged some idle chat, sometimes watching
the T.V., and sometimes not.

Then she decided to confront it.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure", I said.

"Promise me you won't get angry with me, or tell Krishna (my wife) about it."

"Is this something I might get angry about?"

"Yes. I guess you might."

"Then I can't promise not to be angry."

"Okay. Then I better not tell you."

The urge to ask her more was too much, but I kept quiet and turned my
attention back to the T.V. But my mind was in turmoil, wondering what
she wanted to ask me.

I suppose she was in a worse state than me, so after a bit she said,
"Okay. Will you at least promise not to tell Krishna?"

"That I can", I told her.

"Okay", she said, and then there was a silence for a bit.

"Can I borrow a smoke?" she asked me.

"Sure", I said, tossing her my packet.

She lit up and inhaled deeply. Although she had often lit my cigarette
for me when I was driving, this was the first time she was smoking a
full cigarette in front of me, and I must say it was an erotic
picture. Her pink lips closing softly on the filter tip, her eyes
closing as she inhaled, then the whiff of smoke escaping between her
lips as she took the cigarette off her lips, and finally, her forming
an "O" with her lips as she blew the smoke out.

"Is that it?" I asked her.

For a moment she was confused, and then she realized I was referring
to her smoking.

"No, no. This wasn't what I wanted to ask you."

I nodded, and waited.

"How does sperm feel?" she blurted out.

"What?"

"I've never felt sperm, neither has Roshni. We were wondering how it felt."

"Well, kind of like slimy at first, then it hardens up into white
bits", I told her.

"Does it always shoot out like we see in those movies?"

"Not necessarily. Sometimes it does, and sometimes it just kind of pops out."

She nodded her head, and licked her lips absent-mindedly.

"How long does it take a man to masturbate and cum?"

"Well, that would depend. It could be anywhere between 10 minutes to
30 or even 40 minutes."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Yeah, from time to time."

"I mean, now, like after you were married."

"Yes. I sometimes still masturbate."

"Does Krishna know?"

"No"

"How do you masturbate?"

"Well, how to I put it?"

"Would you mind showing me?"

I looked at her shocked. I was not sure I had heard her right.

"You mean, you want me to do it? Here? In front of you?"

"Well, actually I was wondering if you would let me do it."

"You mean this?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Well for one I don't know how it is done and would like to know.
Secondly, I don't trust anyone but you to teach me something like
this."

I lit up a smoke and tried to slow my racing heart. My fingers shook
as I picked the stick out of the pack, put it in my lips, and lit it
up.

"All right, if you want it I will", I told her.

We both finished our smokes in silence. Then I called her to come sit
with me. She came over, and sat in front of me.

"This needs to be something romantic, you know?"

She nodded, I guess she was too afraid to speak. But her eyes were
twinkling with anticipation. I took her hands in mind, and ran my
thumbs over the back of her hands. I pulled her closer to me and she
responded. I put a palm behind her neck, and brought her face to mine,
and we kissed. At first, our lips just touched, then I parted mine,
and sucked her lower lip into my mouth. I felt a sharp intake of
breath by h er.

I turned her head, so it was under mine, and her lips parted, my
tongue darted into her mouth. Our tongues met.

"Wow!" she exclaimed when we broke the kiss.

I slipped my hand under her t-shirt, and held her waist. Then I drew
her closer to me. She melted into me. We kissed again. This time there
were no inhibitions. The kiss was passionate and deep.

My hands went higher, found the clasp of her bra on her back, and
undid it. She didn't break the kiss or flinch. I lifted her t-shirt,
and we broke the kiss. I pulled it off over her head, along with her
bra. I cupped my palms under her breasts and felt the soft, pliable
mammaries. I placed my thumbs on her nipples, and began to massage
them. Both her tips grew and stood out firm on her breasts. I reached
low and sucked on each nipple, one after the other.

She helped me take off my t-shirt, and ran her fingers through the
hair on my chest. Then she reached down and sucked on my nipples.

We helped each other out of our shorts. I pulled her to me, and we lay
on the sofa, trapped in a mutual hug.

Then we stood up, and I sat her at one end of the couch. I lay down,
putting my head on her lap. Taking her hand I helped her grip my penis
in just the right way. I began to move her hand up and down my shaft.
She picked it up almost immediately, and I let her carry on, on her
own.

I took her closest nipple in my mouth and began sucking on it.

She kept up the constant rhythm on my shaft. It took me just about 10
minutes to begin spraying my sperm on to my stomach. As I came, I
gripped my shafted over her hand, and helped her squeeze all the cum
out of me.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, as she took some sperm between her fingers and felt it.

Then she took her fingers up to her nose and smelt it. Then she put it
in her mouth and tasted it.

"Can I lick the rest of it off you?" she asked me finally.

I got off her lap, and stood in front of her. She sat with her thighs
spread, so her legs were on either side of me. She reached her mouth
forward, with her tongue sticking out, and licked all the cum off me,
swallowing every single drop.

Next she held my penis in her grip, and her lips closed around the
head. She sucked me to another erection.

When she let go of my head, I stood her up from the couch, and lay her
on the floor. She lay down with her thighs spread, and knees bent. I
got in between her thighs, and slipped myself into her.

As my penis buried itself into her cunt, she let out a soft moan.
Slowly I began to fuck her. Gradually I increased my rhythm. At first
she just lay there, inert. But soon, she began to move under me. Every
downward thrust was met by an upward one from her. Her tight muscles
held my shaft in a vice grip.

"I'm cumming", she told me, and I increased the tempo.

As her orgasm overpowered her, the muscles in her cunt contracted and
relaxed furiously. That pushed me over the edge, and I required all my
control to hold back till she was through with her orgasm.

The moment, she relaxed her muscles, I pulled out, and began jerking
myself furiously.

She sat up and brought her mouth in front of my penis, holding it
open. The sperm jumped from my penis. Some landed in her mouth, and
some on her face. She didn't flinch. When I was finished she swallowed
what she had in her mouth, and then wiped what was on her face with
her fingers into her mouth. She finished off by sucking my penis, and
taking whatever little I had.

"I want more", she told me.

"We have the whole weekend", I reminded her.

"And more after that", she said with a naughty twinkle.
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