I was nineteen… This is how it happened. Ok, at least this is the way I remember it happening and believe me, I remember it very well…I have thought about it so many times since then that I know I will never forget any part of it. The second time I saw her was just before my 19th birthday and it was winter in the country where I lived with my parents and my cousin. She was 34. Yes, 34 years young and in the prime of her life in every sense of the word, in her mind and body. For a few minutes I was not even sure it was she. The way she walked, the clothes she wore, and even the way she stood had all changed. But when she turned towards me, the eyes – her lovely eyes, with just a hint of shadings and under her lovely, naturally curved eyebrows, were the same…I knew it had to be her. Then she saw me and after a fleeting moment when recognition dawned, she smiled. I knew that smile. I have dreamt of that smile so many times in the past. It had to be her. It was my `beloved' Kandy. As she raised her brows and her smile widened across her face, her hands too spread in a welcoming gesture. I just stood there – frozen in my tracks. My heart must have skipped a few dozen beats and the next thing I knew was that I was in her arms, in a tight hug. She moved back and literally shook me by my arms and was saying something (much later, she told me that she had to shut my jaw before shaking me) and suddenly my heart was jump-started. I felt as if there was locomotive engine thumping inside my chest and I was breathing as if I had just done the 100 meters dash. All I could manage for the next few minutes was a silly grin…and when the cogs of my brain finally fit into each other, the first thing I told her (and I remember this very clearly) was, "You look enchanting…" (I had fantasized about this moment countless times and rehearsed my actions and speech so often before my mirror, and now that she was here and the situation was as I had imagined, I forgot everything.) She just smiled and caressed my cheek and said that I too have grown up, a lot. That took me back to the first time I met her. It was more than ten years ago, when I came to live with my parents from India. She was (and still is) my mother's friend. To me she was `aunty Chandra' (or Kandy aunty). Her full name was Chandrakantha, you see, and though everybody used to call her Chandra or Kathy, I used to teasingly call her "my Kandy Aunty". That was then. She used to live a couple of buildings away from ours and since both my parents used to work, I did my `growing up' at her place. I used to return from school to her house and have my meals there and sleep, play and do whatever else kids of that age did during the day. My mom used to return around 6.30 pm and I would then return to my house. This went on for over three years. During those years, she was just another grown up person to me – for most part at least. She was married for a couple of years before we met and was quite a simple and homely person. Beautiful in her own way but a `Plain Jane', nevertheless. Her husband was an engineer with one of the oil companies and quite well to do. From what I remember of him, he was tall, well built person and I am sure he was good to her – again, in every sense. Over the years, I never saw them unhappy or quarrelling, on the contrary I thought they were ideal couple. He used to be so loving to her that I have often seen them cuddling and kissing whenever he was home. There were times when I have unwittingly walked into the room and seen one or the other with his or her hand inside the other's clothes. To me she seemed content with him. I had seen her in every state of dress (and undress). Yes, there were times when I had seen her with nothing more than her hairy bush covering her private parts, when I accidentally walked into her bedroom while she was changing. Neither she nor I paid much attention to that…or at least I thought so at the time. All that I thought about was, "hmm wonder if all the females have hair like that". Her plumpness only made look more friendly and caring. Curiosity (and hormones, I guess) finally got to me and I wondered what did they finally do after all that cuddling, kissing and groping around. (I had some vague idea – I had heard noises from my parents' rooms but they always ensured (I think, consciously) to do whatever they did away from my sight…and I too used to feel funny (bad?) eavesdropping on them.) Then, one weekend I got my windfall…a few family members were visiting us and I was asked to sleep at aunty Chandra's house. I did not wait to be told the second time…in no time I finished my dinner and rushed to Chandra's house. (Since I spent most of my day there, I already had few sets of clothes, towels, etc there.) When I reached there, Chandra had prepared the guest room for me – usually I slept on her bed or on the sofa during the day. I put the TV on and made myself comfortable in the living room while Chandra and Rajat (her husband) were clearing up the table after dinner. Those days VCRs were common and Rajat had brought some cassettes to watch. But he wouldn't put them on and made some vague excuse about the print being bad. After some time Chandra too joined Rajat on the sofa and they started their cuddling-stuff. I remember, Chandra teasingly telling Rajat that today he won't be able to do what he had planned for the evening. That got me even more curious – what were they planning for? My excitement grew and I was filled with hope of seeing something in real life what I had so far seen only books. I pretended to get sleepy and excused myself (you see, even then I was a well mannered kid). I visited the toilet and the wished both of them good night and went into my room, switched off the lights and got into the bed. No sooner had I settled in, I started hearing giggles and whisperings from the living room…my heart started pounding, as much out of the excitement as out of fear of getting caught at what I was planning (or at least hoping) to do. But I controlled my urge and waited impatiently. I really didn't know why I waited. I had no clue (at the time) as to how things will progress and what would be the right time to move in for the view. Anyway… A few minutes later I heard the TV come on and I could hear the cassette being inserted in the video player. I was sure that I could not go out and watch the movie (I had an inkling that it was an `adult' movie) and just as I put my foot off the bed to go out, I heard footsteps outside my door. I jumped back under the blanket and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. It was Rajat who opened the bedroom door and walked towards the bed casually. I could feel him near me…I tried to breathe normally and stay still. He went back, closing the door behind him. Now, I knew, something interesting was about to happen. I waited for a few minutes more and put my ear to the keyhole trying to listen to the sounds outside. All I could hear was music from the TV. The bedrooms were adjacent to each other with my room closer to the living room, which was to the left, at the end of the corridor. I opened the door as soundlessly as I could and waited – was there anyone coming to check? No. I proceeded slowly to the end of the corridor and knelt down. I slid my face inch by inch to the end of the corridor wall till I could see the TV. The TV was placed against the opposite wall and the screen was filled with the face of a foreign female. I crouched there watching the TV as the camera zoomed out of her face and panned her body. I was frozen there and could feel my heart beating like drums as I watched the camera reach her navel and then kept going lower and lower…now, I could see some hair and my tongue had gone dry – I tried to wet them and swallow the lump in my throat, vainly. I could feel my neck stretching out to get a better view of what was about come on the screen when I noticed that the hair was actually a man's head sliding up and down below her belly – just where I was hoping to see the bush of the foreign female. I felt my stomach ache and realized how tensed I had become. Just then I heard Chandra's voice, yet it wasn't like her voice at all. I had forgotten all about them – my main mission – after I saw the female on the TV. Once more I took a deep breath (hoping that it was quiet) and leaned further over the wall to see where the action was. At first I had difficulty making out what I saw. Slowly as my eyes adjusted to the dimness and I eased up my breathing. I could see Rajat's bare, broad back and Chandra grabbing his hair with one hand and digging her nails into his back with the other…Rajat and Chandra were embraced in some sort of kissing (I guessed, at that time). Then Rajat pried Chandra's hands and got up…and if it weren't for the shock, which froze me where I was, I would have bolted back to my room, thinking that he may have heard me. Instead, Rajat stood up and lowered his shorts. Now, I could see his buttocks from where I sat… both of his hands were in front of him and by the movements (and from what he said) I guessed that he was holding Chandra's face with one and with the other he was waving his phallus at her, asking, "Want this, my little bitch?" I was shocked. How could anyone talk to his wife like that? I thought he loved her. But the thought was quickly pushed aside as I saw Rajat move to his right and Chandra come into my view for the first time since I returned from the bedroom. She was on the sofa with Rajat now standing opposite her over her outstretched legs…I could make out her face in the flickering light of the TV and what I saw was the same lovely face I had been seeing for the past three years; yet, there was something different…as I realized much later…something very seductive and erotic. "Yes, huzoor, please give it to me," she said. "Beg then," Rajat was telling her, "beg and show me how you want it." Chandra was now on her knees on the carpet and was pleading with joined hands, "Please, Raja-saab, please give it to me. Let me suck on your rod and drink my favorite juice". I shifted my eyes to Rajat's "rod", it looked big and thick (but much smaller than what I had seen in the pictures) and he was waving it in front of her face, slapping her with it and brushing it across her lips. Every time she opened her mouth to take it in he would pull her head back with the other hand and taunt her to beg more. This went on for few moments more before she grabbed his bouncing rod and kissed it. She then pushed his foreskin back and exposed the swollen purple head, which was now glistening with his pre-cum. She flicked at the droplet with the tip of her tongue. This made Rajat stiffen and put both his hands on his hips to balance himself from falling behind… Chandra had his cock in her left fist and was sliding the skin up and down the shaft. She placed a light kiss on the tip of his throbbing manhood and teasingly looked up at Rajat, who was in turn looking heavenwards – as she slid her lips over the bulging bulk in her hand. She pushed her face on it till almost the full length was inside her mouth. Slowly, she drew her head back…and then back on to it again… in, out, in, out…the head was moving back and forth. Rajat started matching her rhythm by moving his pelvis as if he was actually fucking her mouth. The only sounds I could hear were the wet sucking sound of Chandra's mouth moving over Rajat's cock and Rajat's heavy breathing. The heart beat, the sound of the TV or the world around me had disappeared…all I could see was my first real blowjob…and that from someone who looked so homely and docile – so different from the girls in the pictures. Chandra was moving her head faster and Rajat matched his thrusts with her bobbing head… Suddenly, Rajat buckled as if in pain (I wondered if she had bitten him for calling her a bitch) and then straightened up and pulled Chandra's head back with one hand and started masturbating with his own right hand. As he did this there was a different kind of smile on Chandra's face and she was prompting him, "Yes, my Raja, shoot your load on your daasi." "Give your slave her reward." But, Rajat was oblivious and was almost bending down upon her head when he straightened up again just before he shot a jet of his man- juices on Chandra's face…it was all over her cheeks and chins (yes, she had a double-chin)…he continued to pump his throbbing cock and more of his load spurted on to her. He then held her face and made her take his oozing rod back in to her mouth and was moving his hand over it as if he was squeezing all the remaining juices down her throat. Chandra seemed to enjoy this and was sucking on it with relish… Then, slowly, Rajat pulled his cock out of Chandra's mouth and fell on the sofa, drained out but happy. Chandra just sat there, on the carpet and pulled her T-shirt over her head and wiped her face and neck with it…as she did this, I noticed that she was not wearing any bra. Though I had seen her breasts many times before, it was different this time. Maybe, I was just looking at them with a different pair of eyes…I noticed, after all these years, that her breasts were very full and fair – she was quite fair herself and the unexposed parts (I don't ever remember seeing her in a sleeveless out fit all those years and her dresses could only be described as conservative) of her body seemed even fairer. She had large pinkish areoles and her nipples were quite thick and long. It was almost as if the teats on baby feeding bottles were designed from her nipples. The breasts themselves were big (much later I found out about cup sizes and hers were a `C') and there was something different about them…they were not like round melons (as some of my friends used to described big-breasted girls). When I thought about it later, I realized they were shaped more like the Alphonso mangoes that we used to get back in India…only slightly bigger. The base was almost big enough to fill both my hands and it tapered slightly as it moved towards the nipple. They looked just as tasty and inviting. I wondered what next. Was this all? Is this all they did and was it now time to go to sleep? The pictures that I had seen showed many more things…weren't these two going to do those? I was disappointed…I was hoping to see what `fucking' was really like…so many pictures and so many whispered stories…and all I get to see was…just then Chandra got up and gave Rajat a kiss on his cheek and said, "Be right back, my baby. Let me wash up and come, then, mommy will give you more doo- dhoo." I almost wet my pants…what was I supposed to now? I slid back as quietly as possible and rushed into my room and shut the door – it must have just in the nick of time, because a few seconds later I heard her open the door to my bedroom and peek inside. Seeing me sleeping (he, he!), she pulled it back and went to the bathroom. I heard the water flow, but it was not the tap. It sounded different. Yes, she was taking a pee and left the door open…how I wished I could go and watch that. Then I heard her flush the toilet and splash water on herself. A few moments later she was in the kitchen and I heard the fridge open. Maybe she's having a drink of water (much later I found out that it was just water she had taken) and/or taking it for Rajat. My eyes were beginning to sting with sleep, but I couldn't let them shut them. I knew there was more to watch and I wanted to stay awake for that. When I felt that she had returned and it was safe to go back, I slid out of my bed and tiptoed to my vantage point. But when I reached there, it was almost dark. The TV had been switched off and the only light was the glow of the table lamp at the far corner of the room. It was not only lowered to its dimmest, it was also on the other side of the people. This gave me only the chance to view the silhouettes. I was disheartened – but not so much that I was ready to go back to sleep. I decided to stay and watch whatever I could see and hoped that this time around they wouldn't take any breaks. As I sat crouched behind the wall, Rajat leaned over and kissed Chandra on her neck, and then on the shoulders, then he moved down her arms and kissed his way to her fingers. He held her palm in his hand and started kissing each finger then took each one of them in his mouth and sucked on them. I was straining to make out the figures as the shadows made them look like one and I was imagining more than I could see. After a few moments of sucking on her fingers, Rajat made Chandra sit upright on the sofa and kneeled before her between her parted legs. She was wearing her petticoat (which she usually wore under her maxi/dress at home). But this night, I hoped I would get to see (and not just glimpse) what was underneath. He struggled to untie the string…and she jokingly chided him, "…can open other things without any struggle, but can't open a naada." He in turn, joked about having to use his fingers where `other' things were concerned. After she helped him untie the string, he pulled her petticoat from under her and threw it behind him. There she sat, without a single stitch on her body, except the toe rings on the second toe of both of her chubby feet. That's when I noticed that she had removed all other jewellery, including her mangalsutra. Rajat started to kiss her again, first on her mouth and after a few tonguing moments, he started to move lower. I noticed he had his left hand behind her and in his right hand he had cupped her left breast. Chandra was leaning back on the sofa with her face turned towards the ceiling and eyes shut tight. Rajat was mouthing her all over her chest and then over her breasts and finally he started to suck on her large nipples…as he did this, Chandra caught Rajat's head and pressed it on to herself, giving out little moans. (I wondered if he was biting her too hard.) Deliberately, he moved lower and was now kissing her tummy and licking her all over, circling and poking his tongue into her belly button. This seemed to give her pleasure and she pulled his face up and started to kiss him… He removed her hand and put them to her side and got up (and I wondered, sadly, "now what?"). In the darkness I could make out the smile he had, as he move towards the table lamp. He increased the brightness to a level that made seeing both of them clearly. "Umm, why did you do that?" she moaned. "I want to see what I am enjoying…I like to see what I am having for dessert," he replied. Wishes do get granted – there was light! She was fair, very fair. And plumb. She was not like the models and actresses you see on TV or films. She was more like a `bhabhi' of the movies…plumb and soft all over. Her thighs were thick. So was her midriff, not exactly paunchy, but just plump all over. And just a little below belly button, I could see the patch of thick bush that I had seen fleetingly so often. The hair seemed thicker and darker between her fair thighs, and Rajat was combing it with the fingers of one hand while he caressed her breasts with the other. He then slid his hands over her thigh and started kissing them. Down, he went. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, her knees, all the way to her feet. He was almost prone on his stomach as he licked and sucked her toes on both feet, as if he was paying homage to a goddess. Then he started his climb upwards and this time he spread her legs even wider as he reached the insides of her left thigh…all this time I could hear Chandra's moaning and mumblings. I could not make out the words, exactly, but there were a lot of "oohs" and prolonged "ummms", interspersed with "yeses" and "yas". As Rajat reached the top of Chandra's thighs, she clasped his hair and was bucking upwards to meet his mouth. He continued kissing her and lifted her willing legs over his shoulders as he buried his face even lower and deeper between her legs. From the way Chandra was writhing on the sofa and the increased frequency of her bucking, I was sure he was kissing her "there". Where "there" was exactly, was a real mystery to me at the time, but imagination compensated for the lack of knowledge (and the photos we saw gave enough fuel to that imagination). I could now hear other sounds. Sound like a puppy drinking milk from a shallow dish…Rajat was really having his dessert and it was turning my homely, docile Chandra into a wild bucking mare. She was almost a foot above the sofa seat, supported by Rajat's palms under her well- endowed buttocks; she was thrusting her hair-covered special dish into his face. Whatever Rajat was doing, Chandra was enjoying it to the hilt. And from what I could see Rajat was enjoying himself just as much. Suddenly, Chandra started bucking even harder and with her fingers clasping Rajat's hair tightly, was pressing his face deeper into herself…the jerking and convulsions lasted more than few seconds before she relaxed back to the sofa. But, she still hadn't let go of Rajat's face, now buried deep between her legs. In the dim light I could see her face and chest had turned almost crimson. Slowly as she released Rajat's head, I could see that his face was covered with something wet…as if he had put is face in a dish of jelly. He looked up at Chandra and smiled and raised his eyebrows and asked, "How was that…did my daasi enjoy serving the dish." "Chup," she replied, "must not ask such questions…go from here." "Hmm, sure?" he teased her back. "Sure you don't want more of that?" Then sitting down beside her, he held up his half limp cock and asked, "don't want to play with this?" "Yessssss," she replied with a big grin. "But first I must wake up that monster, na? Come here let me give his some wake up kisses." Saying this she bent down to his lap and started to kiss the length of his shaft. It immediately responded to her caress and started twitching upwards… She brought it back to its full erection and continued to suck it as if it was her lifeline. I suddenly realized that I was squeezing my little cock so hard that I my nails were digging into the flesh. I wanted to take it out of my pajamas and start masturbating there but I was afraid of missing out the happenings on the sofa (and I was also afraid of being heard). A few minutes of sucking later Chandra got up and said, "I think the little monster wants to go into his cave." Saying this, she lay down on the carpet and beckoned Rajat. The position she was, on the carpet, gave me a good clear view of what was really there between her thick thighs…this was the first time I was looking at her from this angle and it was simply watering, mouth-watering, i.e. Her thighs, though thick, were smooth and silky. They were very fair and from all the action tonight, I could make out the finger and bite marks allover, where Rajat had expressed his passion so explicitly. She lay there, with her feet flat on the floor and the knees pointing to the ceiling. From where I was, I could see her hairy pussy with the swollen lips, which were like the inside of a pomegranate…bright red and juicy. I could also see that it was wet and pouring out her juices. I wondered what was so nice about that flowing fluid that Rajat was in ecstasy licking it the way he was a few minutes ago. Thinking of that made me look up at clock. It was more than an hour since I first came out to spy on them – wow; these guys are really into foreplay (I didn't remember using that word at the time, though). Rajat knelt between her legs and rubbed his hard cock on the wet pussy and was sliding it vertically over the slit in a teasing manner and asking, "Want this?" To this, Chandra simply moaned and made a hissing sound, "hhsssss…" and raised herself to grab Rajat buttocks. But Rajat wouldn't let her and pushed back to the floor and lay on top of her…He started to kiss her (I guess, from the movements and sounds), and grind is hips on her. Once again Rajat raised himself up after a few moments of grinding and crouched to kiss Chandra's soaking pussy. Then, he raised her thighs and spread them apart while he positioned himself for the final assault (I guessed). Their position gave a view that, when I think back, was optimum. I could see that Rajat had placed his right palm on the bushy triangle and was massaging the upper part of Chandra's pussy with his thumb. As he did this, Chandra was being driven crazy with stimulation of her clit and was going on, "Oh gosh, oh gosh, Rajat, pleasssssssssssse just put it inside and ram me…. I want you nnnaaowww, Raja. Now, please, Raja, Raja." Rajat ran the rubbed his palm over the flowing juices and rubbed it over his own cock…he did this a couple of times and then slid both is thumbs inside the pussy and rubbed the walls as if to loosen the swollen lips to make way impending intrusion. Only, to Chandra, it wasn't an intrusion at all…it was what she was waiting for all evening. Then as Rajat readied himself, he held the top of Chandra's thighs apart with both his hands and moved his hips up and down as if placing his cock in the best position for entry. He stopped moving as he found his spot. Then, ever so slowly he pushed his butts towards the impatient pussy. When I saw the head of his cock sliding in, I felt myself pushing my cock into the fist I had made over it and to me it was almost as if I was the one about to ram my cock inside the inviting cavern of love. With one sudden and forceful thrust Rajat was deep inside Chandra's cunt. This made her buck up with the pleasure of pain and she sat upright, holding on to Rajat's broad shoulders with both her hands. As she did this, her face was placed over Rajat's left shoulder. Her teeth were clenched as tight her fists and her eyes shut tight. When she relaxed, after a couple of seconds, and opened her eyes, she was looking straight at me or at least I thought to at that moment. But she didn't seem to see me and I thought that I must have imagined it. Presently, she relaxed. I guess as the initial pain of the thrust subsided, the sensation of having the thick cock deep inside her was filling her up with the pleasure. She returned back to the floor and Rajat started to raise himself from her…as he separated himself just far enough to keep the tip of his cock on the entrance of her pussy, and then lowered himself again. This time it was more slow and deliberate. As he reached the end, he pushed himself deeper, as if to touch her insides with his cock. He started pump and increased his momentum ever so slowly, every time giving a hard push at the end of thrust. As he increased the speed and force with which he was now ramming into the moaning and hissing Chandra's, Rajat started to grind his hips. He would bury his cock deep inside and at the end then move his pelvis as if he was grinding Chandra's clit with his pubic bone. In return, Chandra had both her legs wrapped around Rajat's thighs; just below his butt and was meeting his rhythm perfectly. She would release him just as he raised himself and then as he began his thrust she would tighten her embrace and pull him towards herself with her feet. This went on and on – I don't know for how long. The suddenly he stopped and relaxed on top of her…Chandra held him like a baby over her and caressed his hair and patted his back. She was soothing him like a child who had just bruised himself, "shhh, shhh," she was going on. Rajat raised himself and got up. He then lifted Chandra and kissed her and patted her broad buttock. She seemed to understand what he wanted with a word being exchanged. She smiled, a knowing smile, and turned around and placed herself on all fours. As Rajat moved aside to get a tissue, I saw Chandra's voluptuous backside. It was quite wide and was flushed red all over. The force of Rajat's ramming must have really given the well-padded buttocks a real pumping. As she waited there on her fours, Chandra wriggled her ass invitingly at Rajat. This and the site of her dripping pussy were driving me crazy and my groin was hurting with the tension. I realized – not for the first time – that I was holding my breath again. Rajat sat beside her and slapped one huge cheek that was being waved in front of him. He then started to squeeze those cheeks and kiss them all over (and I went, "oh, no. Not again.") I just wanted to see what he would do now…would he actually fuck her in the back. Would he put that big cock into her asshole? He continued kissing. He was kneading those cheeks as if they were dough and spreading them and slapping them and then again kissing them. The he did something I never thought (until then, that is) people did. He spread her cheeks far apart and kissed her smack in the center of her asshole. I wondered what it would smell and taste like. Instead of feeling yucky, I actually was excited, even more now. I wanted to see him spreading it and kissing the hole again. And Rajat did just that and more. He spread the cheeks and started to lick her…all the way down he went with his tongue as far as it would reach…then licked his way up and slurped on the pick puckered hole. He flicked the puckered star with his tongue and circled the wrinkles with its tip. He was trying to pierce the tightly pursed muscles with his tongue and drooling over it. His spit mingled with her juices – their juice – was now dripping over her thick thighs. He kept licking her cheeks, the holes and up and down her thighs. Chandra was wriggling her tantalizing ass all the time, driving me mad with the desire to rush and find out for myself the pleasures of licking a big beautiful ass like that. But all I could right then was to squeeze my little throbbing cock with my fingers and hope that some day soon I could be doing what Rajat was now doing to her. Rajat once more knelt between her legs and spread her legs with his own knees till he was comfortably positioned. I lost view of what was happening and all that I could see was Chandra's thick thighs framing Rajat's legs. Rajat moved a little forward on his knees and tilted a little backwards. From this I understood that he was placing his cock in position to enter her again, but I was desperate to see which hole. I could not see but realized that it must have been into her pussy, because it was more of smooth sliding in than the forceful pushing he would have had to, if it was her back entrance. She was pushing her ass back on to him to meet his thrusts. He, in turn, started to pump her faster and was slapping her cheeks quite hard and was bending over her ample tits and squeezing them alternatively. In between he would remove his cock and rub it over her cheeks and from the her moans and movements, I guessed, he tried to place it on her asshole and push it…After a few minutes of this he removed his cock and made her lie down again. Then without another word he just plunged his hard wet cock into her pussy and started to ram her hard. It was just a few pushes before he tensed up and grabbed the sides of her hips and started to pump her even harder than before. Through his clenched teeth, I could hear him say, "I am coming, I am coming." "Yes, my baby," she encouraged him. "Yes, come on, give it me." "Show me how much you love me," she went on. "Shoot your hot juices deep inside and fill me up with your love." That cajoling seems to have given him renewed energy. As she was coaxing him to shoot his hot jism inside her, I could see Rajat's buttock tighten…he was pushing deeper into her and started to jerk and ram harder into Chandra's pussy. All of a sudden, he stopped and was pushing himself deeper insider her. It was as if he could feel her pussy squeezing his cock inside to drain the last drops of his hot cum. He lowered himself on Chandra and lay on top of her, as she soothed him with words like, "Oh my baby, poor baby." I sat there in my crouched position and just stared at the bodies. They were glistening with perspiration. But what caught my attention was the sight between Chandra's legs…her hairy pussy. After a few moments, I saw Rajat's cock relaxing and then it slowly popping out and lie there…and then her hot cunt let out the juices pumped in. It was as if lava was flowing out of a hot volcano, only this was creamy white. I was so transfixed on the spot that I think I wasn't even blinking, leave alone breathing. Then I saw Rajat starting to move and he was beginning to grind himself on her. At that moment I came back to my senses and noticed that I was holding on cock and it too had gone limp. When I moved my palm away, it was wet and that I had wet my pajamas with my cum…and I hadn't even noticed it. Rajat lifted himself up from Chandra, who was lying on the floor with her hands and legs spread wide apart…the smile on face was wider. I crawled half way down the corridor – more to avoid the fluid in my pants dripping on to the floor than out of fear of being heard. I just slipped on to the bed and pulled the sheet over myself and waited for the sound of movements outside. It wasn't long. I heard someone walk outside my door and go into the other room…then I heard another set of footsteps. This one was accompanied with sound of ruffling clothes. I guessed it must be Chandra, tip toeing with their clothes behind Rajat. I reached out to the tissue box next to the bed and wiped my self as well as I could – it congealed somewhat by then and I was feeling sticky around my thighs. I didn't want to go to the bathroom and wash- up, lest I raise any suspicion. I don't know how long I lay there awake thinking of what I just saw and was fantasizing and drifted into the nether world of dreams soon after that. I saw Chandra and my self, instead of Rajat, in the living room. I was kissing her and licking her and sucking her tits. Only this time I was not the 12 year-old-kid; I was grown up and had a muscular body and a cock I was proud of. And Chandra too was not the plumb, hairy female I had just seen being fucked in the living room. Just as I was about to lean over and kiss her, I felt someone shake me. I woke up with a startle and did not recognize the surroundings. I thought I was still dreaming and Chandra had transformed overnight and was waking me up. As I got oriented a few seconds later, I saw that it was Chandra sitting next to me in the café and shaking me. She was saying something, which I couldn't make out. Then I remembered that she was indeed in person in front of me and I was day- dreaming about that night long ago…the night I first saw her being fucked my her husband, when she was just another good-looking housewife with a pretty face and smile. Now, here she was. Beautiful. In every sense of the word, just as I had dreamt on that very night when I slept holding my cock fantasizing about making love to her. I don't know exactly how long it was between the time we came into the café and the time she shook me up from my daydream. She asked me, "Kya hua?" "I don't know, Kandy." "I can't believe how much you have changed," I blurted out. Either she ignored it or didn't notice it, but she didn't say anything about my calling her Kandy. Instead, she simply said, "I hope for the better and you like what you see. You too have changed into a hunk." I couldn't believe what I heard. It was my turn to wonder – either I was misinterpreting her tone (and words) or she was actually flirting with me. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to get dumbfounded again. "Like?" I asked, "I love the way you look. If only…." I let the sentence hang in the air, without completing it. "If only, what?" she persisted. Was she really flirting? Or was she just, teasing me? I wasn't sure at that point in time. A year or so, after The Night, Rajat and Chandra left the country. Rajat had got a better offer somewhere else and they moved stock and barrel to a different country. After a few months of keeping touch (from what my mom used to tell) we lost contact with them. All through the years, since she left, I never forgot her. And always fantasized about her. Almost all my fantasies used to be centered on her and most of the times that I masturbated – and I did that very often those days – I used to imagine that I was shooting my load either in her or on her. I did get around to having girl friends, but never got to actually laying any of them. Either, I was not interested (not fully true, I wished to fuck any girl, but the few times I did get the chance it didn't materialize) or the girl was not willing. I did get to feel a lot of tits and pussies, though. I had pussy juice dripping all over my palms and had my share of blowjobs…but never actually got my dick into a pussy. So, technically, at 19, I was a virgin. I had very strong feeling that all that was about to change…and how!