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My name is Saroja.I am a 26 year old girl from Andhra. By cast we are Brahmins. We are very orthodox at home in my native place. I am working in Pune in a Biotech firm as a research head. I enjoy my job very much. Therefore the lack of a life partner or a boyfriend was not felt till a few months ago. The situation suddenly took a turn after I decided to purchase a home PC.

My orthodox parents preferred me to take a rented single bedroom house rather than a Women’s Hostel. I took a house in a secure society where everybody else was middle class family. I got close with a particular Andhra housewife due to the common language we spoke at home. Her name was Kamala. By coincidence their house was a two bedroom flat right opposite to my house. Her husband, by name Raghav, was working for a manufacturing firm. Since he was in the service department, he used to travel frequently, 2-3 days at a time. Their son Karthik was in 3rd standard.

As I told my life took a turn after I purchased a home computer. When I purchased the computer I took the help of a local computer servicing agency to install internet and antivirus packages. I, for some vague reason, felt that the service engineer was not good. He was giving searching stares at my body. In my entire life there have hardly been any incidents which can be termed as sexual. I have observed people staring at my healthy body. 2-3 times I felt people touching my body in crowds. In all these incidences my reaction was a feeling of disgust. Promptly I thought in my mind I will never call this agency again. But it so happened I had already given my e-mail address while calling the agency. A few weeks passed by. One day I received an e-mail bearing subject “your childhood friend Malathi connects to you”. I could not recollect any friend by that name.
When I opened the mail I could find only one sentence “look at the photo attached to remember me.”

It was a shock when I opened the photo. I t was in fact a page from a highly erotic comics containing a scene of elder sister licking her younger sister’s clitoris.

But the scene was so erotic I got tingling sensation for the first time in my private parts. Then I felt very guilty that instead of shutting my eyes I had read the whole page. I knew it was the handiwork of the computer guy, but then what can a lone girl in a big city do. I simply kept the entire thing to myself.

A few days passed. I was having my periods. I used to bleed more on my third day. This time when I was having a thorough wash my hand touched the clitoris. I suddenly experienced a wave of pleasure pass through my body. Feeling guilty I cut off that line of thinking altogether. But as fate had it I could not get sleep that night. My mind wandered back to the topic. I thought to myself can a girl really feel pleasure by touching herself?
I thought I should not fear this topic too much lest it becomes my weakness.

I got up and decided to have a look at that comics page again. With trepidation in my heart and hands shaking I opened the internet at 11.30pm in the night. I felt my blood drained when finished reading that page. Now my entire body was shaking with excitement. I closed my eyes to reassure myself and when I gained some composure daringly my right hand slipped to my private parts. I delicately touched my vagina beneath two layers of cloth and caressed a little. The electricity sure was there. I could bear it no more. A sigh escaped my mouth. My mouth felt dry. It took few seconds for the waves of pleasure to subside. Then I came to my senses, closed the computer and went to the bed. I sure could not get sleep. I was not thinking about any thing else now. I was using all my will power not to touch myself again. The battle between my desire to pleasure myself and my willpower opposing it waged for a good 15 minutes. Then my willpower lost. And I touched myself again in slow circular motions over my cotton night gown. It was sheer pleasure. My entire body got heated up. A slight moan escaped my mouth. Then I clenched my teeth and tightened my lips to stop the moans. I was suddenly aware that I have got a body. I was in frenzy. I became more daring, pushed my gown up and tapped my quivering pussy very sensuously directly over my tight panties. At this point the excitement became too much for me to bear. I took my shaking fingers away from my pussy. I was lying curled with my knees into my stomach for almost half an hour. Then I tried and slept.

The next two days passed by without an event. I thought I conquered my vile temptations. But that night again I was not getting my sleep. My mind was wandering to so many thoughts. I thought that my desperation is arising because; unknowingly I had suppressed my sexual needs for too long. As mother had suggested I should have married two years back. Then I thought that my behavior may have been a fall out of depression due to a monotonous life. Suddenly I decided to explore my problem further and see why I was so much overwhelmed by this feeling.

I got up, sat in front of the computer and logged on to the internet. I hit “erotic feelings, female, sex” search on AltaVista. The search result was mind boggling. Browsing, navigating I came across such erotic content; my body started responding to the net. Now I was not myself. I went to the mirror, removed all my clothes except my panties and looked. Wow I presented a sexy image in the mirror. I had full lips with enough pink shade. I had good sized breasts firm and taut.
I had nipples (This was a discovery-till the net informed me today that a woman had her erotic zone in her nipples I had not really noticed them) the size of a two rupee coin, looking bit dark on my fair complexion. My curious hands touched them with two trembling fingers. Ahhhh-the hissing sound escaped my mouth and I closed my eyes. My hands teasingly caressed the nipples one after the other. I was awed to see the nipples grow very hard. I felt as if the nipples were talking to me and begging me to touch them. I obliged. Waves of pleasure emanated from the nipples and engulfed the whole body. And it appeared that the body extended up to infinity. My hands started caressing my entire body.

Soon I was concentrating on my jetting buttocks. I cupped my robust buttocks, pressed them, teased them, and massaged them. In a remarkably short period I had mastered how to pleasure myself. I took my middle finger and poked my ass hole intermittently. Even this gave me intense pleasure. It was indeed a nice discovery to know that my body had so much hidden wealth of good feelings.

Now I pulled my sofa chair in front of the dressing mirror, put the 100 watt bulb on and sat spread eagled on the chair. Wow, what a close up scene it was of my privates!! My pussy lips were wide open. My pink colored clit head was covered by the brown colored hood. The vaginal opening was appearing to be messy with shiny liquid spread allover. But for the first time I felt a surging love for myself. I loved my messy little pussy. I loved my little pink clitoris. I loved my swollen lips. I was overwhelmed by the feel good factor in all of this. I kept staring at the centre of the quivering infinity called my body for full 2 minutes. I fell in love with my pussy. I, now, really wanted to show my love for my pussy. I inched my trembling fingers and circled the pussy opening several times. Every time I completed the circle a moan escaped my mouth. Now I took the outer labia in my two fingers and pressed very delicately. Oooohh, I could no more bear this, I thought. My breathing had become very heavy. I clenched my teeth and tapped my clitoris on the sides. Now some movements of my torso were not in my control. I was sort of gyrating my pelvic area to a rhythm unknown to me till now. Like a born masturbator I put two fingers together on the hood of my clitoris and reproduced the gyrations. Aaaaaahhhh, and then it happened. It exploded in my brain and voluntarily the body stiffened. After the stiffening came the convulsions successively. Before I could realize I had let out deep moans which could be heard. I was gasping for air. I swayed and jumped to the bed nearby and lay there shaking, convulsing and panting.

For the first time in my life I woke up fully naked the next morning.

After this incident I became bolder and started rubbing my private parts almost every day. Playing with lather while bathing had become a habit. I was no more feeling guilty. Rather I thought God had given me this little gift for my being good so far. But then I was looking for variations now. I did it everywhere in my house in the dark, in the bright light.

To my discomfort I had started responding to the outside world also. We went for a picnic once with office people. Saluja, the hefty Punjabi girl was assigned a seat beside me. She was freely touching me everywhere. Many a times she slipped her hand on my thigh and kept stroking affectionately. My throat dried up. I looked beyond the window and avoided saluja’s eyes. I thought Saluja was unaware of any feelings. But she almost stopped my heart when she jokingly forced her palms in between my thighs saying “arrey yaar, my hands are freezing due to the cold. Let me heat them up”. When I said “Saluja, what are you doing, stop it.” In reply, Saluja took her hands out, giggled and whispered in my ears “Don’t you worry baby, I am just your best friend and a girl.” After reaching home I discovered that my panties had become wet in the front with a slimy stuff. This was all new to me. I put all lights off. I lay on the bed naked. I touched my thighs where saluja had touched. Again I lost myself to the erotic feelings. My hands trembled and touched my clitoris delicately. Oh! My God what a surprise it was! My clitoris was bathing in that slippery liquid. I closed my eyes. I saw the heavily built naked body of Saluja loom large over me. She was caressing me all over my body. When ever she touched an erotic zone,I moaned begging. I imagined Saluja slide down to my private land and take the clitoris in her mouth. My rubbing grew more rhythmic and I exploded uttering “Oh, Saluja don’t do it to me. I am only your colleague.”

I felt hugely ashamed that I was involving a live colleague in my masturbation. At once I felt that I must have been a lesbian all along. That is why I had not much interest in males. Then I thought this was bullshit because I neither had any interest in any girls. I again consoled myself that this must all be happening because my libido had all of a sudden found an outlet in my clit rubbing. And because I did not dare to find an outlet for my libido with a male I settled for this harmless act of self gratification. This theory pleased me as it reduced my guilt.

It was as if my destiny was drawing me to these acts of blasphemy. When I had a theory to rid me of my guilt I dared to find out if I had any heterosexual feelings. I took to internet again to find some stuff on man-woman sex. By God I could find a lot of highly erotic stuff. I was shaken by my desire to get on to sex with a man. This started showing on my face. One or two at office asked if something was the matter. I had a tough time evading colleague’s curious looks. But my instinct told me sex with a man would be alright only after marriage. Then I settled for attainment of sexual gratification only by masturbation. But then I started getting a little weird. I started enjoying my dirty smells. I used to smell my panties and get aroused. I was working very hard ahead of a big event involving our German joint venture partners. I thought, the hard work drained so much of my energy I got depressed. And the depression was further pushing me towards sexual perversions. What ever was the reason I was enjoying the pleasures. Then I started growing a little plump.

It was at this juncture that I involved Kamala Aunty in my perversions. I had suddenly become aware of my body. I noticed Kamala Aunty had a nice plump body.

You can not call her fat, but she was rounded everywhere; round face, round nose, rounded cheeks, rounded breasts, rounded buttocks and even her belly had a rounded protruding. She was 5feet 6inches, fair complexioned and had a really inviting body. I started imagining how she would be in bed with her husband. But Raghava was a reserve and orthodox kind of a person. I imagined their lovemaking would be very conventional and must be lasting a few minutes every time. Kamala Aunty seemed equally orthodox and ignorant of sexual knowledge. But they remarkably looked content with each other.

One day I was returning very late from my Lab at 10.30pm. I had to meet a deadline. Kamala Aunty must have seen me from the peephole. She opened her door in hurry and called out my name. I turned back after pushing my door open. She said “You are so late today Saroja. You had your dinner at office only?” I said “no, Aunty, actually I could not get time for dinner. I was working continuously, I have to make something for myself quickly and eat now.” Kamala pressed my arm affectionately and said in the most persuasive tone “Saroja change your clothes and come to my home. My husband had to suddenly change his plan and will be reaching tomorrow night instead of today night. His food, freshly cooked in the evening, is lying untouched. Come fast. In the meanwhile I will arrange to serve the food.” I had to finally agree.

I entered Kamla’s house in a white salwaar kameez. We were discussing all sorts of matters while I had a sumptuous meal. I was feeling very good because I was the good old Saroja chatting, thinking without sex on my mind. When I was about to leave I noticed a change in Kamala Aunty’s behaviour. She was sort of blushing and was wanting to tell something. She was nervously fiddling with her pallu making knots and unknotting them.

I broke ice and asked “Aunty, is something the matter?”
Kamla Aunty, with her eyes on the ground, whispered “Saroja you are a doctor and for some time now I wanted to ask you something…….”.
I gave a smile in amusement and was wondering since when did I become a doctor? Then it struck me that the simple minded aunty must have mistaken me for a doctor seeing me in my white coat once in a while. Now I thought I will play along instead of disappointing Kamala Aunty.
I asked Kamala Aunty “what is it? Tell me aunty, can I be of some help?”
“Actually I feel shy to speak out things like this.” Said Kamala Aunty. Now my heart stopped. My mind jumped back to the single track line. Is Kamala Aunty a lesbian? But Kamala Aunty made me laugh when she continued. She said “I have contracted a disease in my private parts and at times it itches like mad. I had never had any kind of disease leave alone a skin problem…..” Kamala Aunty halted when I instantly laughed but continued with an embarrassed look on her face. “I don’t want to go to a strange doctor and exhibit my private parts, you see. Even my first delivery was attended to by my mother and our neighborhood lady doctor in my town. I feel extremely shy to go to a doctor with this kind of problem. So, I thought, since you are a doctor you can give me some medicine and ointment and help me get rid of this one month old problem”.

I knew instantly that this extremely healthy aunty must have got an infection in the vagina for the first time. Being a simple and ignorant woman she must have thought she has contracted a disease.
I quickly planned it all in my mind and my heart started beating faster anticipating the thrill. I spoke “Aunty, actually, I am a research doctor of Naturopathy. But I think I can help you. I will give you a combination of medicine, ointment and physiotherapy. It will take some time to cure completely. But I suppose since it is an unconventional method it would be better if you don’t discuss it with anybody including your husband.”

Kamala Aunty gladly agreed to keep it secret. I told aunty to wash herself and come. A greatly relaxed and smiling aunty hurried to the attached bathroom and came out within minutes. She took me to the other bedroom, supposed to be children’s bedroom. While giving on rent, their landlord had left a huge double bed in the room. Kamala Aunty closed the room and looked at me for further instruction. I told “Aunty, actually I don’t treat patients. I am doing it only from theory I know. Today I will only inspect the area and understand the extent of spread of your disease. My treatment will start from tomorrow”. This was agreeable to Kamala Aunty. Without any discussion Kamala Aunty pushed her saree up, lowered her white colored panties and spread herself on the large bed. She was supremely comfortable now and was muttering almost to herself “without clothes I can feel so comfortable just because you are there. You know we are very orthodox back home. Till my husband forced me six years back, I was using clean cloth pads during periods. Now have a look at my private parts”.

Looked I did at auntie’s private parts. If there was contest for a sexy aunty. Kamala Aunty would have won it hands down. By genes Kamala aunty was beautiful and sexy. I was bewitched by auntie’s sexiness and surveyed her half body back and forth. She had a very fair skin. Her feet were very small and healthy with rounded toes and rounded ankles. Her legs were very shapely though a bit on the plumper side. Her calf muscles were well formed. And her white thighs were solid and a delight to watch. Contrary to her saree clad appearance she looked not so fat. Involuntarily my mind desired to caress her thighs. I thought Raghava must be a lucky guy to be in possession of such an asset of a body. So many thoughts were racing in my mind. Am I really a lesbian? If not, why my mouth is watering at the sight of a plump female body? Is Kamala Aunty really satisfied by Raghava? Is she also a lesbian? Is she getting excited for being naked in front of another female? Will she suspect my weird intentions? Is she playing the game to get me into a relationship?

My chain of thoughts was cut by Kamala Auntie’s query.
“What has happened there?” Her voice felt a little indignant. I felt ashamed that I was transfixed by a female body. I some how managed to say confidently that my examination was yet to be completed.
Kamala Aunty spoke again “But you are examining without touching me. Don’t hesitate. I don’t mind if you touch me down there.”
I said “there is no hesitation, only I am making some minute observations. In fact I am afraid I have to touch you thoroughly down there in our kind of treatment.” The excitement was almost choking my voice.
Kamala Aunty fell silent.

And I got down to my business. I looked at the glorious sight of Kamala Auntie’s Pudendum. My lips grew dry. It was an immaculate pussy. She had a sparse pubic hair growth. Her pubic hair was pitch black, curly and shining with health. I was flooded with a desire to run my fingers inside them. Auntie’s outer lips were quite dark in contrast to her complexion. They were quite fleshy and yes it appeared that aunty was excited! My heart skipped a beat. Kamala Aunty is excited after all. The inner lips had visibly different shades. But they were smaller and thinner. But I could see they had also swollen. God Kamala Aunty is excited!

And oh my God there I saw the pink bud of a clitoris. I was seeing a real and live clitoris for the first time. It was very cute. And I went mad! The demure clitoris spoke to me “please touch me. I need your love.” I stared at the talking clit. No, the clit was not speaking. I was imagining. The demure clit was in fact hiding under the brown colored hood. I could see two small veins showing on the hood.

Kamala Aunty was getting impatient. She asked me again “Is something the matter Sarojaa?”
I said “Not much Aunty, there is an infection. It can be reduced in three to four days and can be cured permanently. Now I will physically examine you. It may be ticklish, but you have to bear it”.

With shaking hands I touched the pubic hair part. Aunty sucked her cunt hole inside instantaneously and gave out a sigh to ease her own pressure. I started caressing her pubic hair with circular motion. I bent further towards auntie’s pelvic area. Ahhh, there it was- The intoxicating smell of auntie’s pussy! I thought I must have been a perverted bitch to enjoy such a dirty smell. But it was not really dirty. In fact it was quite a fragrance. I got intoxicated and drank the smell. Dreamily I looked at auntie’s face. Oh God, Auntie was struggling to keep her mouth shut. Her eyes were tightly shut. Now I started caressing the sides of her outer lips while my palm moved from top to bottom of her vagina. I could see auntie’s thighs stiffen and Lo! There! She was shaking mildly with excitement.

With the caressing over, I cleared my groggy throat and asked aunty, “was the massage ok auntie? We increase blood circulation to the diseased part and the germs are fought off. Now I am going to touch the diseased portion. Be calm.” Kamala aunty muttered a meaningful,” I will try…”

Now I was more determined and I could calm down my trembling hands. I gently touched auntie’s clit hood. Kamala Aunty instantaneously sucked her vagina hole in. I started my dry massage of the clitoris. I was caressing the soft dry skin of the clit hood at regular intervals. The clit hood had become very smooth as if it was lubricated with a dry powder. I could see auntie’s body increase in its shaking. I must have done this for 10-12 times. Then I suddenly caught the clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and gave a very gentle but erotic squeeze! This was madness, but nevertheless I did it. Kamala aunty gave a sudden jump, relaxed her tightened tummy and again tightened her tummy. She also released a sigh of pleasure and swallowed her saliva. Kamala auntie’s mouth is watering?

I left a quivering clitoris and concentrated on the labia minora, the inner smaller cunt lips. By now it was very much evident that Kamala Aunty was totally excited. Her entire vaginal area had come live, what with the swollen lips, the shining wetness, the fragrance and an active vaginal opening sucking in and out.

I was thinking in my mind what should be my next move. I took my right forefinger and touched the anal opening very slightly and asked “Auntie, do you get the itching here also?” Kamala Auntie paused and answered, “No…hmm, actually I don’t know.” My plan fell into its place. I said,”OK, Auntie, I will not take a chance. I will treat here also.” Kamala Auntie became self-conscious and sucked her anal opening in.

I touched the immaculate ass hole with my forefinger very slightly. Auntie moved her torso in gyrations. I was surprised to know that auntie had a huge erogenic spot in her asshole. One touch of the spot sent her entire body into palpitations. Then teasingly I ran my single finger up and down. I then circled the asshole with intermittent touches in circle. Just when auntie was getting used to the circling, I suddenly stabbed the asshole threateningly at its center with my middle finger without piercing the hole. Probably this was too much for auntie and she gave a lovely shudder. So lovely, I instantly became the lover of auntie. I wanted to hold her in my hand and calm her down. I had to stop my play when auntie, unable to bear the excitement anymore, started to get up. Kamala auntie was a perfect picture of erotica now. Her eyes were half closed and downcast. Her body was visibly shaking. Her bosom was heaving with heavy breathing. Her lips were looking full, wet and trembling. I should have taken pity on the poor woman. Did I?

No way! I took this as an opportunity and told Kamala auntie, “Auntie, this happens initially in our treatment. New patients get overwhelmed by the attentions they get on their nether parts. Now since I am known to you and if you have no objection I can hold you in my arms and calm you down. Shall I?
Auntie shook her head in affirmation!

I sat on the bed by the side of Aunty and took her upper torso in my hands. Some thing must have taken over me. Because, the excited aunty looked so lovable to me, I lost my control. I brushed her hair aside and caressed her lovely round face. I then lifted her body with such force and planted a kiss on her lips. Aunty responded by simply closing her eyes tightly shut. But her lips were yearning for more. I must have planted a hundred kisses all over her face before planting the sexiest of them all on her juicy lips. Aunty shuddered once again when my rebellious tongue forced her lips open and caressed the inner side of her lips. Now it was understood by the aunty that I was her new lover. And she yielded in a magnificent manner. Aunty cuddled up closer to me and started kissing me on my neck. The kissing was a frenzied one. Aunty was shaking with tears in her eyes. She continued kissing me slowly and reached my lips in a few looong seconds. Hair stood on my body. Now it was my turn to yield to the aunty. Her kissing was more passionate, more persistent and more natural than my own. I slowly laid down and closed my eyes. Now I was shaking in anticipation of auntie’s action.

My shaking had to increase, because Aunty beat my judgment of her and got down to removing my clothes. She struggled and got me fully nude in a few minutes. My God! It was too much for me to believe. It was a dream come true!!

Aunty was now very calm in her approach. She started massaging my thighs in circular motions from outer to inner thighs. Aunty must have been pleasuring her husband thoroughly, because she knew exactly how to touch. Now I was shaking with excitement. I never expected this kind of a reversal. And what pleasure waves I got when aunty slowly reached my outer labia and started caressing it. Soon I was swollen all over my pussy, I thought.

Aunty was more innovative than I was. She ran her fingers on my thigh junction and pressed my outer labia at the same time in such a manner, I just could not control myself. I wriggled my ass vigorously and sort of tried to escape from her. In reply aunty pushed me down with force and spread my legs so wide my clitoris was hopelessly exposed in front of her.

Aunty gave the same treatment to my clit as I had given to her. I started choking with pleasure. My pussy became so wet, I felt a drop or two dripping down my cunt.But now aunty was determined to go for the kill. I saw aunty take a position similar to the one in the comics. She moved to my side and my gaawwdd she drank in the view of my heaving wet vagina for a few long seconds.
And…… I died of over excitement.

Because now Aunty plunged her face in my pussy and started licking my vaginal lips very sensually and rhythmically. What would a dead girl do? I lay there with my soul moving out of the body and enjoying the scene. Aunty went beyond my killing and explored every millimeter of my swollen cunt. I was brought back into my body when aunty started playing with my very clit head. Aunty was busy disrobing my clit head with her salivated tongue. Aunty teased, pulled and fully exposed the bulb of a clit head several times. I died several deaths. And I had started a desire for these deaths with such intensity; I thought I will never ever stay away from this loving Aunty. These emotions mixed with unbearable pleasures made me reach the peak, my best orgasm. I burst out with pleasure with explosions taking place non stop. I was crying, moaning producing loud sounds. In response Aunty changed her gear and started licking my pussy all over in a soothing manner. Now she was very delicate in her touches. Aunty thought she will calm me down. But I was a gone case. I came again with a massive intensity and twisted and turned in a fit. Aunty lazily moved and lay by my side with eyes closed. I convulsed with the after effects of my coming for a few minutes. Then I also laid still for a solid five minutes.

I was full of shame and guilt. I thought, once the passions were over aunty must be feeling ashamed of herself. I was the first to get up. Without caring to clean our juices, I wore my dress. After a lot of effort I could clear my throat and utter in a husky voice ‘Aunty, I am going home, see you later”. The moment I completed the sentence I jumped and ran out to my house. Had anybody seen me in that stage, they would have instantly guessed that I had had the biggest orgasm of my life. Luckily there was nobody.

Once inside my room I simply dropped on the floor and with auntie’s erotic persona in every pore of mine went to sleep.

The world had changed when I got up the next morning. I thought it was very silly of me to have given my virgin self to aunty. But the thought of a naked and plump aunty stirred something in me. But I suppressed my thoughts. I got back into my routine. I did not see Aunty for the next four days. But I came across her husband Raghava twice. He enquired my well being as usual. I replied in a hurry and evaded his kind gaze. I prayed to God that Raghava did not read anything in my strange and changed behaviour.

In the next two weeks I came across Aunty twice but rushed away without courage to face her. Fate caught up with me on the nineteenth day after the incident. May be it was coincidence or may be aunty had connected with me telepathically. I was feeling restless that day because I had gotten thoughts about auntie’s sexuality while pleasuring myself during the shower. I was into the game for the first time after having sex with aunty. Though I got sensations I felt sort of incomplete without aunty. This was bothering me. I heard aunty call me when I was returning late from work. I turned wearily with a thump in my heart and my stomach churning. I stood there with anxiety on my face. Aunty walked towards me held my hand and walked me to her home. Once inside she hugged me with a bright smile on her face. With tears in her eyes she said “I must thank you Saroja.

My infection is gone. And ……. these twenty days I tried a lot to forget you and that incident. But the more I tried to forget you, the bigger was the urge to take you in my hand and love you. And … Saroja, believe me I am not at all feeling guilty about what I allowed you to do and about what I did to you. On the contrary I feel like exploring more of you and satisfy you.” Saying this aunty walked behind me and grabbed me from behind. Aunty planted her fleshy wet lips on my nape and caressed me. Saroja was now fully aroused and became numb with desire. Aunty whispered in her ears with teasing bites on her ears, “being married has taught me how to give pleasures. You mind me giving you pleasures?” I moved my head side wise in negation. My body was on fire with desire. I felt feverish. Aunty led me to the same bedroom holding my hands. I followed weakly with my head down, trepidation in heart and anticipation soaring.

The hunter became the hunted!

I knew a deep relation had started!!!
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