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Part : 5
Pobitro's Masterbation
( Another morning ) Getting up from her bed early in the morning and after freshening herself, Promila was preparing the breakfast. She was feeling herself guilty remembering that morning's wicked adventure in which she did some naughty things with her grandson's cum crusted handkerchief. She thought she shouldn't do such taboo act at this age but she couldn't check herself.
Her daughter Protima came after few minutes in the kitchen and helped her in preparing the breakfast. Then she decided to wake up her lazy son from his prolonged sleep. Although her son was no doubt an intelligent student, but his idleness in studies always pushed him in a worse position. She was even more worried remembering his half yearly exam wasn't far away.
She was about to walk in his room but she was shocked by the scene in front of her as an audible gasp came out from her mouth. Her footsteps became fixed on the doorway.... yes, he was stroking himself in closed eyes.... pulling his dick through his Bermuda's slit. However the sound of her deep gasp made her son startle and being highly embarrassed, he quickly covered his groin with the pillow-towel.
"Oh Mamoni, please," Pobitro whined, not making any effort whatsoever to hide his disdain. "I have little enough privacy as it is without having another female in my way."
"You're just afraid you won't be able to jerk off as often as you'd like.... remember, your exam is within few days," His mother replied, matter-of-factly. "And neglecting your studies, you do that way too often as it is and make your handkerchief dirty."
Pobitro's face turned red as a result of a mixture of embarrassment..... and anger quickly surfaced his mind. "I hate you," He said as he stormed out of the room on his way to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. He really didn't hate his mother but, he was angry and those were the first words out of his mouth.
Protima looked at her son with a forgiving smile. "It's OK Sona, I know it's natural for a growing up man like you," She tried to calm down his anger as she continued, "But now you have to do a certain job.... your grandmother would go to the temple. And I want you to accompany her."
Pobitro came back within minutes opening the attached bathroom of his room. "Who else is there besides me?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why can't she go alone just taking a Toto?"
She laughed in spite of her growing irritation with her just turned ** year old son. "Nobody says you have to like it, Pab. Just be sure you help her in one piece."
Protima's affection for his son Pobitro
The next morning as usual Protima entered her son's bedroom at about a quarter after 6:00 am. Right away she noticed the tenting of his sheet and instantly felt a tingling in her cunt. She tried to ignore.... but it was proving to be nearly impossible. With trembling hand she shook her son gently by his shoulder.
"Wake up, Sona. Wake up..... time to go for your tuition."
Pobitro stretched and then rubbed his eyes. "Come on Mamoni," He said. "Can't you let me sleep in another few minutes?" He closed his eyes and pulled the sheet over his head.
"Have you forgotten about your tuition?" She asked as she uncovered his face.
Pobitro bolted upright. "Oh, yeah," He grumbled. "Gotta go join my new tuition," He added with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. He rubbed his eyes again and scratched an itch on his left shoulder, quickly slid out of bed and rushed for the bathroom.
Protima's mouth flew open and her eyes widened. Her son was completely naked! His fully erect cock swung wildly with each step he took. "Oh My God!" She cried just as he reached the bedroom door.
With his hand on the knob, he stopped and turned around. "What!" He said rather defiantly, "I'm in a hurry to pee."
Protima opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, she spoke. With her eyes still opened wide, she just pointed at his stiff piece of man meat. "That!" She said in a high, whining voice. "Have you no shame?" He just shrugged and entered the bathroom closing the door behind him
Outside in the bathroom Protima leaned against the wall, embarrassed and ashamed. She hadn't seen his cock since she had quit bathing him. Suddenly, a thought raced through her mind like a runaway freight train.
"I can't believe..... even at this age, he's almost as big as his father," She said to herself. "Wonder what it would feel like as it foraged through my shaven mound and entered my cave."
She let out an audible gasp as she ran down the hallway towards the kitchen. She buried herself in the task of cooking breakfast with her mother but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the image of her son's dangling hard cock out of her mind. Her whole body burned with the same illicit thing about her son. However over and over, she rebuked herself that a mother wasn't supposed to think about her son in that way. She even tried her best to chastise herself.... thinking about some holy devotional incidents.
Then the phone rang..... it was her Punjabi friend Gurpreet Kaur. They had been best friends for as long as either one could remember. Normally, Protima would have been happy to talk with her friend forever, but today, she had to make sure her son got out of the house in time for his coaching institute.
'Gurpreet sure wants to talk about her latest conquest,' Protima said to herself under her breath as she grabbed her mobile.
Protima and her Punjabi friend were, physically, polar opposites. Though their personalities were nearly synonymous of each other, physically one didn't come close to resembling the other. Gurpreet was tall and slim. Protima, though nowhere close to being fat, was four inches shorter than Gurpreet and few kgs heavier with much wider hips like most of middle-aged Bengalee housewives.
Gurpreet had small, grapefruit sized tits, while Protima's were bigger and full. Although the color of their hair were black, Gurpreet liked to keep her style in Bob-cut fashion while her own slightly wavy hairs were long reaching over her ass. Also, Gurpreet was two years older and was still without any child as doctor had already declared a blank negative about her pregnancy.
"Okay, my dear sweet friend," Protima replied gleefully. "Well! You would sure declare that you took a ** yrs old student of your school at your home last night and fuck his brains out?"
"Neither," Gurpreet said as she tried to suppress a giggle.
"What do you mean by that remark?" Protima asked.
"Just what I said..... neither."
"Bullshit. I don't believe you."
"Not that it's any of your concern," Gurpreet began, "But I just happened to find a delectable ** year old virgin Adibasi servant for doing my household jobs."
Protima was surprised by her aristocratic friend's choice. She and her best friend had done a lot of carpet munching when they were in school and most of it had been on each other. They still got together when time and schedules permitted. "I would like to hear all about it, but not right now. I have to make sure my son joins his coaching institute."
"Speaking of your son," Gurpreet said. "When are you going to let me seduce him?"
Protima gasped and giggled at the same time. Her son had started working out with weights when he was barely twelve. His body had been well sculptured since he was fourteen. It was after that her friend had been telling her what she wanted to do some silly things with him.
"Preet!" She exclaimed. "You know he is only ** yrs old and he's my son!"
"What's the matter, Pro? Do you want to keep him for yourself? I know you get lonely sometimes when your husband would stay outside long enough for his business purpose to keep you satisfied. And speaking about your son... you sure agree he is no more boy now.... do you notice the huze bulge at his crotch. I can't wait to see the real thing."
But Protima had already seen the real thing and could feel that her friend's speculation wasn't wrong at all. However she was glad they weren't talking face to face. Had they been, her friend would have seen her blush profusely. Then she would have been teased without mercy. She laughed in spite of her growing horniness just remembering the early morning's incident.
"I'm gonna hang up now, Preet," Protima said. "Your mouth is too filthy for me to listen to anymore today." She could hear her friend howling with laughter even as she placed the mobile back on the dining table. Just then Pobitro walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"Who was that Mamoni?" He asked.
"Your Hindi teacher Gurpreet," Came the reply.
"You didn't talk too little with her. You usually talk for hours."
"I told her I had to get you breakfast and get you off to your coaching."
Pobitro quipped just in matter of fact. "Normally, I don't like slim women, but she is our Headmistress and Hindi teacher. So I have to respect her.... however I would be willing to make her as my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend!" Protima laughed loudly taking her son's remark just as a playful joke, "But she is too much old to be your girlfriend."
"Maybe.... but I prefer older women rather than the silly chirping girls,"
"Older women! Then what about me?" Protima said to herself as she placed a plate filled with sliced breads and scrambled eggs in front of him. "You shouldn't talk about my friend like that around your own Mother," She rebuked him playfully. "It's not right."
"What's wrong with me?" She wondered. "I've been acting like a love struck teenager ever since I saw his cock in all it's glory."
Anyway she was grateful that her son hurried through his breakfast. The longer she had to look at him the more she thought about his cock.
"My God!" She thought. "My cunt is getting wet!"
That came as a bit of surprise. It had been nearly four days since her husband had made love to her. In all that time, she hadn't even masturbated but, she was giving some serious thought to doing so... just as soon as her son got out of the driveway.
Pobitro finished his glass of orange juice and few slices of bread.... stood up and grabbed the bycycle key as his mother cautioned. "Drive careful, son..... and be safe. Now, come over here and give your mother a kiss before you go."
Pobitro dutifully obeyed. Even though he'd kissed his mother on the cheek, his mother could feel the fires of her desire burn even hotter. Oh, how she had wanted him to kiss her on her lips! He pulled away from his mother and left the house.
Protima stood at the open front door and waved to her son as he backed out into the street. Soon the cycle was out of sight. She closed the door and locked it. Her thoughts had been to go to her bedroom, lay down and treat herself to an orgasm. Her first in a long, long time, but before that happened, she had to take a piss.
Pulling her Maxi's hem above her belly, she sat on the commode and finished peeing. After that she washed herself with water. Even that had caused her to shiver with excitement. She kept the mug and leaned back against the wall, her bare feet spread wide across the tile floor in front of her.
She toyed with her nipple with her left hand over the Maxi as she slid her right hand down her stomach and through her shaved mound. She shivered uncontrollably when her fingers first made contact with the fleshy hood that covered her clitoris. Her middle finger sought out the opening to her overflowing cunt.... plunging itself between her lips and into her hot, fleshy cavern. She rubbed her clit with the heel of her hand as she fucked herself with her finger. Already, she was on the verge of cumming. She would have, too, had it not been for the ringing of the doorbell.
"Dammit!" Protima muttered. Who the hell could that be. Just then she heard her friend, Gurpreet, call out.
"Yeah hoo! Protima!"
"I'm in the bathroom!" Protima answered, overpowered with the frustration that came from not being able to bring herself to a climax. Just then Gurpreet poked her head around the bathroom door and smiled.
"I know what you were doing," She teased.
"Yeah, well," Protima said sarcastically. "You could have let me finish before you came calling." Gurpreet extended her forearms, turned her palms upward and shrugged.
"How the hell was I to know what you were doing?" She asked as she stepped into the bathroom and quickly went to her knees in front of her friend. She placed a hand on each of her friend's knees and spread her legs even wider. She wasted no time on preliminaries. She plunged her face into her friend's cleanly shaven swollen cunt and began lapping at her clit.
"Ungh," Protima groaned. She instinctively filled her hands with Gurpreet's Bob-cut silky hair and pulled her face even closer, causing her friend to have to breathe through her nose.
Gurpreet licked and sucked on Protima's clit like it was the last thing she would be able to do on this earth. Over and over her tongue flicked across that hot little nubbin while she held it between her lips, stopping occasionally to wrap her lips over her teeth and nibble lightly on Protima's man in the boat.
Protima's body was shaking with growing lust, knowing that the end was near. Every nerve ending she had had somehow been transferred to her clit. Everything; her mind, her heart, her soul, was concentrated inside that hard, pea sized fleshy extension. She began to shake mightily. Her breathing came in sharp little inhalations and quick exhalations.
She cried out and tried to tell her tall Punjabi friend that she was nearly there but, her words came out garbled and unintelligible. Her legs straightened out and then, seemingly on their own, wrapped themselves around her friend's neck and head.
Gurpreet quickly unhooked her friend's front-open Maxi and slid her hands inside the it until they were cupping Protima's wonderfully warm and soft, yet firm tits. In a micro second, she was lightly pinching both of Protima's nipples.
Protima groaned when her friend's hands first made contact with her tits. Cries of pure sexual joy escaped her lips in short little bursts. Her whole being felt as though she was on fire. Her legs had lost their grip on her friend's neck and now her heels were pounding her friend's back. She was nearly out of control. Then, it hit her.
From somewhere deep inside, little electrodes were firing simultaneously and were quickly morphing into one single gigantic burst of energy. Her vision narrowed. Her thought processes stopped. Her body went stiff. It quivered from the intensity of her orgasm. She passed out.
When she came to, her friend was sitting cross legged in front of her caressing her legs. Still weak from her mind bending orgasm, she tried to stand, but to no avail. Silently she pleaded her friend to help her up. Her friend stood, offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.
"Thanks," Protima said, her voice barely above a whisper as she kissed her friend on the lips tasting her own cunt-juices there.
Gurpreet smiled. "You can thank me when we get you to your bed."
Protima cleared her throat. "What! You gonna ravage my body even more?"
Protima & Gurpreet's Romantic Moment
Gurpreet smiled. With a glint of mischievousness in her eyes and in a teasing tone of voice, she said, "That's the idea." She paused and then added, "Unless you want to return the favor."
"Just give me time to recover," Protima told her friend. "I'll have you screaming like a bitch slapped sissy."
"Promises, promises," Gurpreet replied as she lowered her friend to her bed.
Protima scooted around on her back until she was lying lengthways on the bed. She had barely stopped moving when her friend lay down beside her. The two middle-aged sophisticated women turned to face each other. Protima reached out a hand and began to tentatively caress her friend's face. She cradled a breast in the other.
Gurpreet lay still, staring quietly at her childhood friend while Protima squeezed her braless tit and teased her nipple through her Kameez. Finally, Gurpreet moved closer until their noses were touching. A tongue slipped between each set of lips and slashed back and forth, one searching for the other.
When their tongues finally made contact with each other, shockwaves surged through the two women's bodies. In one short moment, they had locked lips and were quickly involved in a round of tongue sushi that did nothing to quell the fires that raged inside of them both.
Gurpreet pushed away the flaps of her friend's Maxi, exposing her tits to the artificial light of the overhead bulb while Protima busied herself with unbuttoning Gurpreet's Kameez. She broke the kiss, gently pushed her friend to her back and knelt beside her friend and removed the Kameez fully. She leaned over her and began licking her tits.
Protima lifted her right tit and licked at the area where the tit met chest before sliding the flat of her tongue up the underside until it made contact with her nipple. She quickly closed her lips around that rubbery protrusion and sucked hard while her tongue flicked across the yearning, aching piece of wrinkled and quickly hardening lump of skin.
Gurpreet twisted her head from side to side as she slowly and methodically ran her fingers through her friend's long shampooing hairs. "Bite it," she pleaded, her voice quickly turning raspy with her ever increasing desire.
Protima gladly obliged her and lightly bit the Headmistress friend's nipple tugging on it until it was extended from her body as far as was humanly possible. She groaned out her approval and her ever increasing desire.
"Yes! That's it!" Gurpreet cried as she begged. "Harder!"
When Protima took her mouth off from her friend's tits, she cried out, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her disappointment quickly faded as Protima licked her way across the valley between her tits and began licking and sucking on her friend's left tit.
Meanwhile Gurpreet, fought the ever increasing mind numbing blanket of pleasures that threatened her rapidly decreasing sanity long enough to unbutton her Salwar and slide them, along with her lacy, pink panties, down her legs, past her knees and to her ankles.
Somehow, in her hazy, hedonistic world, Gurpreet managed to kick the garments off from her feet and on to the floor. Protima chose that precise moment to break off contact with her friend's tits and moved downward in search of her navel. She rimmed her friend's bellybutton several times before she finally plunged the tip of tongue deep into that small opening and wiggled it about.
"Ohhhhhh, yesssss," Gurpreet moaned through clenched teeth. Though the bellybutton play increased her desire exponentially, she knew she wanted more. She had to have more. She placed the palms of her hands on top of her friend's head and pushed lightly.
Protima clearly understood her friend's intentions and began to comply immediately, leaving a trail of hot saliva from her friend's navel down to, and through, her heart shaped patch of black pubic hair.
She licked the length of her friend's slit and slavered on across her perineum, not stopping until her tongue reached her friend's wrinkled brown asshole. All the while, her friend's level of desire and wanton cravings were rapidly approaching the red zone. She was about to blow.
She stuck two fingers inside her own drooling cunt and scooped up as much of her juicy secretions as possible. Her vaginal muscles contracted, nearly trapping her fingers inside. With a bit of difficulty, they were extracted from her love canal's tight grip. She rubbed her two dripping wet fingers on and around her friend's asshole as she licked the length of her friend's perineum.
Gurpreet was already panting like an old steam locomotive going up a steep grade, but when her friend began toying with her anal opening, her breaths were harder and faster, increasing in speed and volume until Protima thought her sexy friend would go into vapor lock at any moment.
"I barely touched her clit," Protima thought. Then she smiled. "What's going to happen when I start sucking on it?"
Protima quickly drug her tongue up friend's perineum and back across her ever widening slit. She used the fingers of her free hand to pull the hood off of her friend's hungry clit. Her timing was perfect. She wrapped her lips around her friend's clit and, at the precise moment the tip of her tongue made it's first contact with that little man in the boat, she pushed her middle finger deep into her friend's tight brown asshole.
Gurpreet screamed loud and long. "My God! What are you doing to me? I can't take it!"
Protima stopped her manual and oral ministrations and looked up her friend's body. She was writhing uncontrollably. Her body shook and trembled like a bowlful of jello.
"Don't stop!" Gurpreet cried. Her arms were flayed out to her sides; the fingers of one hand held the bed sheet in a death like grip. Her other hand was full of Protima's hair as she frantically pulled her friend's face back into her spasming, trembling clit. She raised her legs high and laid them across her friend's shoulders. The heels of her feet began to repeatedly slam down upon her friend's back, beating her like a drum.
Protima resumed her hedonistic attack upon her friend's sanity. She now had two fingers pumping hard in and out of her friend's rectal cavity. At the same time, she sucked long and hard on the little nubbin of nerve endings, stretching it to the limits of its existence, let it slip from between her lips and attacked it all over again. One more lick; one more jab of her fingers was all it took to send her friend crashing over the edge of insanity and down the waterfall of perversion.
Again, Gurpreet screamed, much louder than before. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hips and groin were moving at an astonishing speed, slamming her womanhood into her friend's face. Somehow, Protima managed to maintain contact with Gurpreet's clit, withdrawing only when her friend's body went limp.
Promila's spying & Self-pleasuring
And that's when with a muffled cry, Promila too came as she massaged her boobs with her left hand and rubbed her hairy cunt with her other hand. However all the time her lustful and glazing eyes were locked on the hot lesbian show inside the room performing by her daughter and her Punjabi friend.
Actually after serving the breakfast to her granddaughter Poly, she herself took some biscuits and a cup of coffee. And quickly finishing the breakfast, as Poly went out for her one hour dancing session, she took some rest in her room while thinking about the day's program she was going to do soon. That's when she heard Gurpreet's entry and few minutes later her daughter's deep groans. Her experienced mind could easily determine what's going on then in her daughter's room as her curiosity pushed her to that incident.
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Finally Protima Chowdhry, the famous playback Bengalee singer cum dancer crawled up beside her Punjabi Headmistress friend and held her close, caressing her back and shoulders and the back of her head, waiting for her friend to come down off from her euphoric mountain of Sapphic desire.
Several minutes passed before Gurpreet began to stir. She opened her unfocused eyes and stared at her friend with a blank look on her face. It took another minute or two before her brain could wrap itself around what had just transpired and she could recognize her friend. She smiled and kissed her Bengalee friend lightly on the lips.
Contact...
Pobitro's Masterbation
( Another morning ) Getting up from her bed early in the morning and after freshening herself, Promila was preparing the breakfast. She was feeling herself guilty remembering that morning's wicked adventure in which she did some naughty things with her grandson's cum crusted handkerchief. She thought she shouldn't do such taboo act at this age but she couldn't check herself.
Her daughter Protima came after few minutes in the kitchen and helped her in preparing the breakfast. Then she decided to wake up her lazy son from his prolonged sleep. Although her son was no doubt an intelligent student, but his idleness in studies always pushed him in a worse position. She was even more worried remembering his half yearly exam wasn't far away.
She was about to walk in his room but she was shocked by the scene in front of her as an audible gasp came out from her mouth. Her footsteps became fixed on the doorway.... yes, he was stroking himself in closed eyes.... pulling his dick through his Bermuda's slit. However the sound of her deep gasp made her son startle and being highly embarrassed, he quickly covered his groin with the pillow-towel.
"Oh Mamoni, please," Pobitro whined, not making any effort whatsoever to hide his disdain. "I have little enough privacy as it is without having another female in my way."
"You're just afraid you won't be able to jerk off as often as you'd like.... remember, your exam is within few days," His mother replied, matter-of-factly. "And neglecting your studies, you do that way too often as it is and make your handkerchief dirty."
Pobitro's face turned red as a result of a mixture of embarrassment..... and anger quickly surfaced his mind. "I hate you," He said as he stormed out of the room on his way to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. He really didn't hate his mother but, he was angry and those were the first words out of his mouth.
Protima looked at her son with a forgiving smile. "It's OK Sona, I know it's natural for a growing up man like you," She tried to calm down his anger as she continued, "But now you have to do a certain job.... your grandmother would go to the temple. And I want you to accompany her."
Pobitro came back within minutes opening the attached bathroom of his room. "Who else is there besides me?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why can't she go alone just taking a Toto?"
She laughed in spite of her growing irritation with her just turned ** year old son. "Nobody says you have to like it, Pab. Just be sure you help her in one piece."
Protima's affection for his son Pobitro
The next morning as usual Protima entered her son's bedroom at about a quarter after 6:00 am. Right away she noticed the tenting of his sheet and instantly felt a tingling in her cunt. She tried to ignore.... but it was proving to be nearly impossible. With trembling hand she shook her son gently by his shoulder.
"Wake up, Sona. Wake up..... time to go for your tuition."
Pobitro stretched and then rubbed his eyes. "Come on Mamoni," He said. "Can't you let me sleep in another few minutes?" He closed his eyes and pulled the sheet over his head.
"Have you forgotten about your tuition?" She asked as she uncovered his face.
Pobitro bolted upright. "Oh, yeah," He grumbled. "Gotta go join my new tuition," He added with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. He rubbed his eyes again and scratched an itch on his left shoulder, quickly slid out of bed and rushed for the bathroom.
Protima's mouth flew open and her eyes widened. Her son was completely naked! His fully erect cock swung wildly with each step he took. "Oh My God!" She cried just as he reached the bedroom door.
With his hand on the knob, he stopped and turned around. "What!" He said rather defiantly, "I'm in a hurry to pee."
Protima opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, she spoke. With her eyes still opened wide, she just pointed at his stiff piece of man meat. "That!" She said in a high, whining voice. "Have you no shame?" He just shrugged and entered the bathroom closing the door behind him
Outside in the bathroom Protima leaned against the wall, embarrassed and ashamed. She hadn't seen his cock since she had quit bathing him. Suddenly, a thought raced through her mind like a runaway freight train.
"I can't believe..... even at this age, he's almost as big as his father," She said to herself. "Wonder what it would feel like as it foraged through my shaven mound and entered my cave."
She let out an audible gasp as she ran down the hallway towards the kitchen. She buried herself in the task of cooking breakfast with her mother but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the image of her son's dangling hard cock out of her mind. Her whole body burned with the same illicit thing about her son. However over and over, she rebuked herself that a mother wasn't supposed to think about her son in that way. She even tried her best to chastise herself.... thinking about some holy devotional incidents.
Then the phone rang..... it was her Punjabi friend Gurpreet Kaur. They had been best friends for as long as either one could remember. Normally, Protima would have been happy to talk with her friend forever, but today, she had to make sure her son got out of the house in time for his coaching institute.
'Gurpreet sure wants to talk about her latest conquest,' Protima said to herself under her breath as she grabbed her mobile.
Protima and her Punjabi friend were, physically, polar opposites. Though their personalities were nearly synonymous of each other, physically one didn't come close to resembling the other. Gurpreet was tall and slim. Protima, though nowhere close to being fat, was four inches shorter than Gurpreet and few kgs heavier with much wider hips like most of middle-aged Bengalee housewives.
Gurpreet had small, grapefruit sized tits, while Protima's were bigger and full. Although the color of their hair were black, Gurpreet liked to keep her style in Bob-cut fashion while her own slightly wavy hairs were long reaching over her ass. Also, Gurpreet was two years older and was still without any child as doctor had already declared a blank negative about her pregnancy.
"Okay, my dear sweet friend," Protima replied gleefully. "Well! You would sure declare that you took a ** yrs old student of your school at your home last night and fuck his brains out?"
"Neither," Gurpreet said as she tried to suppress a giggle.
"What do you mean by that remark?" Protima asked.
"Just what I said..... neither."
"Bullshit. I don't believe you."
"Not that it's any of your concern," Gurpreet began, "But I just happened to find a delectable ** year old virgin Adibasi servant for doing my household jobs."
Protima was surprised by her aristocratic friend's choice. She and her best friend had done a lot of carpet munching when they were in school and most of it had been on each other. They still got together when time and schedules permitted. "I would like to hear all about it, but not right now. I have to make sure my son joins his coaching institute."
"Speaking of your son," Gurpreet said. "When are you going to let me seduce him?"
Protima gasped and giggled at the same time. Her son had started working out with weights when he was barely twelve. His body had been well sculptured since he was fourteen. It was after that her friend had been telling her what she wanted to do some silly things with him.
"Preet!" She exclaimed. "You know he is only ** yrs old and he's my son!"
"What's the matter, Pro? Do you want to keep him for yourself? I know you get lonely sometimes when your husband would stay outside long enough for his business purpose to keep you satisfied. And speaking about your son... you sure agree he is no more boy now.... do you notice the huze bulge at his crotch. I can't wait to see the real thing."
But Protima had already seen the real thing and could feel that her friend's speculation wasn't wrong at all. However she was glad they weren't talking face to face. Had they been, her friend would have seen her blush profusely. Then she would have been teased without mercy. She laughed in spite of her growing horniness just remembering the early morning's incident.
"I'm gonna hang up now, Preet," Protima said. "Your mouth is too filthy for me to listen to anymore today." She could hear her friend howling with laughter even as she placed the mobile back on the dining table. Just then Pobitro walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"Who was that Mamoni?" He asked.
"Your Hindi teacher Gurpreet," Came the reply.
"You didn't talk too little with her. You usually talk for hours."
"I told her I had to get you breakfast and get you off to your coaching."
Pobitro quipped just in matter of fact. "Normally, I don't like slim women, but she is our Headmistress and Hindi teacher. So I have to respect her.... however I would be willing to make her as my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend!" Protima laughed loudly taking her son's remark just as a playful joke, "But she is too much old to be your girlfriend."
"Maybe.... but I prefer older women rather than the silly chirping girls,"
"Older women! Then what about me?" Protima said to herself as she placed a plate filled with sliced breads and scrambled eggs in front of him. "You shouldn't talk about my friend like that around your own Mother," She rebuked him playfully. "It's not right."
"What's wrong with me?" She wondered. "I've been acting like a love struck teenager ever since I saw his cock in all it's glory."
Anyway she was grateful that her son hurried through his breakfast. The longer she had to look at him the more she thought about his cock.
"My God!" She thought. "My cunt is getting wet!"
That came as a bit of surprise. It had been nearly four days since her husband had made love to her. In all that time, she hadn't even masturbated but, she was giving some serious thought to doing so... just as soon as her son got out of the driveway.
Pobitro finished his glass of orange juice and few slices of bread.... stood up and grabbed the bycycle key as his mother cautioned. "Drive careful, son..... and be safe. Now, come over here and give your mother a kiss before you go."
Pobitro dutifully obeyed. Even though he'd kissed his mother on the cheek, his mother could feel the fires of her desire burn even hotter. Oh, how she had wanted him to kiss her on her lips! He pulled away from his mother and left the house.
Protima stood at the open front door and waved to her son as he backed out into the street. Soon the cycle was out of sight. She closed the door and locked it. Her thoughts had been to go to her bedroom, lay down and treat herself to an orgasm. Her first in a long, long time, but before that happened, she had to take a piss.
Pulling her Maxi's hem above her belly, she sat on the commode and finished peeing. After that she washed herself with water. Even that had caused her to shiver with excitement. She kept the mug and leaned back against the wall, her bare feet spread wide across the tile floor in front of her.
She toyed with her nipple with her left hand over the Maxi as she slid her right hand down her stomach and through her shaved mound. She shivered uncontrollably when her fingers first made contact with the fleshy hood that covered her clitoris. Her middle finger sought out the opening to her overflowing cunt.... plunging itself between her lips and into her hot, fleshy cavern. She rubbed her clit with the heel of her hand as she fucked herself with her finger. Already, she was on the verge of cumming. She would have, too, had it not been for the ringing of the doorbell.
"Dammit!" Protima muttered. Who the hell could that be. Just then she heard her friend, Gurpreet, call out.
"Yeah hoo! Protima!"
"I'm in the bathroom!" Protima answered, overpowered with the frustration that came from not being able to bring herself to a climax. Just then Gurpreet poked her head around the bathroom door and smiled.
"I know what you were doing," She teased.
"Yeah, well," Protima said sarcastically. "You could have let me finish before you came calling." Gurpreet extended her forearms, turned her palms upward and shrugged.
"How the hell was I to know what you were doing?" She asked as she stepped into the bathroom and quickly went to her knees in front of her friend. She placed a hand on each of her friend's knees and spread her legs even wider. She wasted no time on preliminaries. She plunged her face into her friend's cleanly shaven swollen cunt and began lapping at her clit.
"Ungh," Protima groaned. She instinctively filled her hands with Gurpreet's Bob-cut silky hair and pulled her face even closer, causing her friend to have to breathe through her nose.
Gurpreet licked and sucked on Protima's clit like it was the last thing she would be able to do on this earth. Over and over her tongue flicked across that hot little nubbin while she held it between her lips, stopping occasionally to wrap her lips over her teeth and nibble lightly on Protima's man in the boat.
Protima's body was shaking with growing lust, knowing that the end was near. Every nerve ending she had had somehow been transferred to her clit. Everything; her mind, her heart, her soul, was concentrated inside that hard, pea sized fleshy extension. She began to shake mightily. Her breathing came in sharp little inhalations and quick exhalations.
She cried out and tried to tell her tall Punjabi friend that she was nearly there but, her words came out garbled and unintelligible. Her legs straightened out and then, seemingly on their own, wrapped themselves around her friend's neck and head.
Gurpreet quickly unhooked her friend's front-open Maxi and slid her hands inside the it until they were cupping Protima's wonderfully warm and soft, yet firm tits. In a micro second, she was lightly pinching both of Protima's nipples.
Protima groaned when her friend's hands first made contact with her tits. Cries of pure sexual joy escaped her lips in short little bursts. Her whole being felt as though she was on fire. Her legs had lost their grip on her friend's neck and now her heels were pounding her friend's back. She was nearly out of control. Then, it hit her.
From somewhere deep inside, little electrodes were firing simultaneously and were quickly morphing into one single gigantic burst of energy. Her vision narrowed. Her thought processes stopped. Her body went stiff. It quivered from the intensity of her orgasm. She passed out.
When she came to, her friend was sitting cross legged in front of her caressing her legs. Still weak from her mind bending orgasm, she tried to stand, but to no avail. Silently she pleaded her friend to help her up. Her friend stood, offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.
"Thanks," Protima said, her voice barely above a whisper as she kissed her friend on the lips tasting her own cunt-juices there.
Gurpreet smiled. "You can thank me when we get you to your bed."
Protima cleared her throat. "What! You gonna ravage my body even more?"
Protima & Gurpreet's Romantic Moment
Gurpreet smiled. With a glint of mischievousness in her eyes and in a teasing tone of voice, she said, "That's the idea." She paused and then added, "Unless you want to return the favor."
"Just give me time to recover," Protima told her friend. "I'll have you screaming like a bitch slapped sissy."
"Promises, promises," Gurpreet replied as she lowered her friend to her bed.
Protima scooted around on her back until she was lying lengthways on the bed. She had barely stopped moving when her friend lay down beside her. The two middle-aged sophisticated women turned to face each other. Protima reached out a hand and began to tentatively caress her friend's face. She cradled a breast in the other.
Gurpreet lay still, staring quietly at her childhood friend while Protima squeezed her braless tit and teased her nipple through her Kameez. Finally, Gurpreet moved closer until their noses were touching. A tongue slipped between each set of lips and slashed back and forth, one searching for the other.
When their tongues finally made contact with each other, shockwaves surged through the two women's bodies. In one short moment, they had locked lips and were quickly involved in a round of tongue sushi that did nothing to quell the fires that raged inside of them both.
Gurpreet pushed away the flaps of her friend's Maxi, exposing her tits to the artificial light of the overhead bulb while Protima busied herself with unbuttoning Gurpreet's Kameez. She broke the kiss, gently pushed her friend to her back and knelt beside her friend and removed the Kameez fully. She leaned over her and began licking her tits.
Protima lifted her right tit and licked at the area where the tit met chest before sliding the flat of her tongue up the underside until it made contact with her nipple. She quickly closed her lips around that rubbery protrusion and sucked hard while her tongue flicked across the yearning, aching piece of wrinkled and quickly hardening lump of skin.
Gurpreet twisted her head from side to side as she slowly and methodically ran her fingers through her friend's long shampooing hairs. "Bite it," she pleaded, her voice quickly turning raspy with her ever increasing desire.
Protima gladly obliged her and lightly bit the Headmistress friend's nipple tugging on it until it was extended from her body as far as was humanly possible. She groaned out her approval and her ever increasing desire.
"Yes! That's it!" Gurpreet cried as she begged. "Harder!"
When Protima took her mouth off from her friend's tits, she cried out, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her disappointment quickly faded as Protima licked her way across the valley between her tits and began licking and sucking on her friend's left tit.
Meanwhile Gurpreet, fought the ever increasing mind numbing blanket of pleasures that threatened her rapidly decreasing sanity long enough to unbutton her Salwar and slide them, along with her lacy, pink panties, down her legs, past her knees and to her ankles.
Somehow, in her hazy, hedonistic world, Gurpreet managed to kick the garments off from her feet and on to the floor. Protima chose that precise moment to break off contact with her friend's tits and moved downward in search of her navel. She rimmed her friend's bellybutton several times before she finally plunged the tip of tongue deep into that small opening and wiggled it about.
"Ohhhhhh, yesssss," Gurpreet moaned through clenched teeth. Though the bellybutton play increased her desire exponentially, she knew she wanted more. She had to have more. She placed the palms of her hands on top of her friend's head and pushed lightly.
Protima clearly understood her friend's intentions and began to comply immediately, leaving a trail of hot saliva from her friend's navel down to, and through, her heart shaped patch of black pubic hair.
She licked the length of her friend's slit and slavered on across her perineum, not stopping until her tongue reached her friend's wrinkled brown asshole. All the while, her friend's level of desire and wanton cravings were rapidly approaching the red zone. She was about to blow.
She stuck two fingers inside her own drooling cunt and scooped up as much of her juicy secretions as possible. Her vaginal muscles contracted, nearly trapping her fingers inside. With a bit of difficulty, they were extracted from her love canal's tight grip. She rubbed her two dripping wet fingers on and around her friend's asshole as she licked the length of her friend's perineum.
Gurpreet was already panting like an old steam locomotive going up a steep grade, but when her friend began toying with her anal opening, her breaths were harder and faster, increasing in speed and volume until Protima thought her sexy friend would go into vapor lock at any moment.
"I barely touched her clit," Protima thought. Then she smiled. "What's going to happen when I start sucking on it?"
Protima quickly drug her tongue up friend's perineum and back across her ever widening slit. She used the fingers of her free hand to pull the hood off of her friend's hungry clit. Her timing was perfect. She wrapped her lips around her friend's clit and, at the precise moment the tip of her tongue made it's first contact with that little man in the boat, she pushed her middle finger deep into her friend's tight brown asshole.
Gurpreet screamed loud and long. "My God! What are you doing to me? I can't take it!"
Protima stopped her manual and oral ministrations and looked up her friend's body. She was writhing uncontrollably. Her body shook and trembled like a bowlful of jello.
"Don't stop!" Gurpreet cried. Her arms were flayed out to her sides; the fingers of one hand held the bed sheet in a death like grip. Her other hand was full of Protima's hair as she frantically pulled her friend's face back into her spasming, trembling clit. She raised her legs high and laid them across her friend's shoulders. The heels of her feet began to repeatedly slam down upon her friend's back, beating her like a drum.
Protima resumed her hedonistic attack upon her friend's sanity. She now had two fingers pumping hard in and out of her friend's rectal cavity. At the same time, she sucked long and hard on the little nubbin of nerve endings, stretching it to the limits of its existence, let it slip from between her lips and attacked it all over again. One more lick; one more jab of her fingers was all it took to send her friend crashing over the edge of insanity and down the waterfall of perversion.
Again, Gurpreet screamed, much louder than before. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hips and groin were moving at an astonishing speed, slamming her womanhood into her friend's face. Somehow, Protima managed to maintain contact with Gurpreet's clit, withdrawing only when her friend's body went limp.
Promila's spying & Self-pleasuring
And that's when with a muffled cry, Promila too came as she massaged her boobs with her left hand and rubbed her hairy cunt with her other hand. However all the time her lustful and glazing eyes were locked on the hot lesbian show inside the room performing by her daughter and her Punjabi friend.
Actually after serving the breakfast to her granddaughter Poly, she herself took some biscuits and a cup of coffee. And quickly finishing the breakfast, as Poly went out for her one hour dancing session, she took some rest in her room while thinking about the day's program she was going to do soon. That's when she heard Gurpreet's entry and few minutes later her daughter's deep groans. Her experienced mind could easily determine what's going on then in her daughter's room as her curiosity pushed her to that incident.
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Finally Protima Chowdhry, the famous playback Bengalee singer cum dancer crawled up beside her Punjabi Headmistress friend and held her close, caressing her back and shoulders and the back of her head, waiting for her friend to come down off from her euphoric mountain of Sapphic desire.
Several minutes passed before Gurpreet began to stir. She opened her unfocused eyes and stared at her friend with a blank look on her face. It took another minute or two before her brain could wrap itself around what had just transpired and she could recognize her friend. She smiled and kissed her Bengalee friend lightly on the lips.
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images are some desi kinky sexy types..... liked the update and the rawness that you kept in your writing.Part : 5
Pobitro's Masterbation
( Another morning ) Getting up from her bed early in the morning and after freshening herself, Promila was preparing the breakfast. She was feeling herself guilty remembering that morning's wicked adventure in which she did some naughty things with her grandson's cum crusted handkerchief. She thought she shouldn't do such taboo act at this age but she couldn't check herself.
Her daughter Protima came after few minutes in the kitchen and helped her in preparing the breakfast. Then she decided to wake up her lazy son from his prolonged sleep. Although her son was no doubt an intelligent student, but his idleness in studies always pushed him in a worse position. She was even more worried remembering his half yearly exam wasn't far away.
She was about to walk in his room but she was shocked by the scene in front of her as an audible gasp came out from her mouth. Her footsteps became fixed on the doorway.... yes, he was stroking himself in closed eyes.... pulling his dick through his Bermuda's slit. However the sound of her deep gasp made her son startle and being highly embarrassed, he quickly covered his groin with the pillow-towel.
"Oh Mamoni, please," Pobitro whined, not making any effort whatsoever to hide his disdain. "I have little enough privacy as it is without having another female in my way."
"You're just afraid you won't be able to jerk off as often as you'd like.... remember, your exam is within few days," His mother replied, matter-of-factly. "And neglecting your studies, you do that way too often as it is and make your handkerchief dirty."
Pobitro's face turned red as a result of a mixture of embarrassment..... and anger quickly surfaced his mind. "I hate you," He said as he stormed out of the room on his way to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. He really didn't hate his mother but, he was angry and those were the first words out of his mouth.
Protima looked at her son with a forgiving smile. "It's OK Sona, I know it's natural for a growing up kid like you," She tried to calm down his anger as she continued, "But now you have to do a certain job.... your grandmother would go to the temple. And I want you to accompany her."
Pobitro came back within minutes opening the attached bathroom of his room. "Who else is there besides me?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why can't she go alone just taking a Toto?"
She laughed in spite of her growing irritation with her just turned ** year old son. "Nobody says you have to like it, Pab. Just be sure you help her in one piece."
Protima's affection for his son Pobitro
The next morning as usual Protima entered her son's bedroom at about a quarter after 6:00 am. Right away she noticed the tenting of his sheet and instantly felt a tingling in her cunt. She tried to ignore.... but it was proving to be nearly impossible. With trembling hand she shook her son gently by his shoulder.
"Wake up, Sona. Wake up..... time to go for your tuition."
Pobitro stretched and then rubbed his eyes. "Come on Mamoni," He said. "Can't you let me sleep in another few minutes?" He closed his eyes and pulled the sheet over his head.
"Have you forgotten about your tuition?" She asked as she uncovered his face.
Pobitro bolted upright. "Oh, yeah," He grumbled. "Gotta go join my new tuition," He added with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. He rubbed his eyes again and scratched an itch on his left shoulder, quickly slid out of bed and rushed for the bathroom.
Protima's mouth flew open and her eyes widened. Her son was completely naked! His fully erect cock swung wildly with each step he took. "Oh My God!" She cried just as he reached the bedroom door.
With his hand on the knob, he stopped and turned around. "What!" He said rather defiantly, "I'm in a hurry to pee."
Protima opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, she spoke. With her eyes still opened wide, she just pointed at his stiff piece of man meat. "That!" She said in a high, whining voice. "Have you no shame?" He just shrugged and entered the bathroom closing the door behind him
Outside in the bathroom Protima leaned against the wall, embarrassed and ashamed. She hadn't seen his cock since she had quit bathing him. Suddenly, a thought raced through her mind like a runaway freight train.
"I can't believe..... even at this age, he's almost as big as his father," She said to herself. "Wonder what it would feel like as it foraged through my shaven mound and entered my cave."
She let out an audible gasp as she ran down the hallway towards the kitchen. She buried herself in the task of cooking breakfast with her mother but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the image of her son's dangling hard cock out of her mind. Her whole body burned with the same illicit thing about her son. However over and over, she rebuked herself that a mother wasn't supposed to think about her son in that way. She even tried her best to chastise herself.... thinking about some holy devotional incidents.
Then the phone rang..... it was her Punjabi friend Gurpreet Kaur. They had been best friends for as long as either one could remember. Normally, Protima would have been happy to talk with her friend forever, but today, she had to make sure her son got out of the house in time for his coaching institute.
'Gurpreet sure wants to talk about her latest conquest,' Protima said to herself under her breath as she grabbed her mobile.
Protima and her Punjabi friend were, physically, polar opposites. Though their personalities were nearly synonymous of each other, physically one didn't come close to resembling the other. Gurpreet was tall and slim. Protima, though nowhere close to being fat, was four inches shorter than Gurpreet and few kgs heavier with much wider hips like most of middle-aged Bengalee housewives.
Gurpreet had small, grapefruit sized tits, while Protima's were bigger and full. Although the color of their hair were black, Gurpreet liked to keep her style in Bob-cut fashion while her own slightly wavy hairs were long reaching over her ass. Also, Gurpreet was two years older and was still without any child as doctor had already declared a blank negative about her pregnancy.
"Okay, my dear sweet friend," Protima replied gleefully. "Well! You would sure declare that you took a ** yrs old student of your school at your home last night and fuck his brains out?"
"Neither," Gurpreet said as she tried to suppress a giggle.
"What do you mean by that remark?" Protima asked.
"Just what I said..... neither."
"Bullshit. I don't believe you."
"Not that it's any of your concern," Gurpreet began, "But I just happened to find a delectable ** year old virgin Adibasi servant for doing my household jobs."
Protima was surprised by her aristocratic friend's choice. She and her best friend had done a lot of carpet munching when they were in school and most of it had been on each other. They still got together when time and schedules permitted. "I would like to hear all about it, but not right now. I have to make sure my son joins his coaching institute."
"Speaking of your son," Gurpreet said. "When are you going to let me seduce him?"
Protima gasped and giggled at the same time. Her son had started working out with weights when he was barely twelve. His body had been well sculptured since he was fourteen. It was after that her friend had been telling her what she wanted to do some silly things with him.
"Preet!" She exclaimed. "You know he is only ** yrs old and he's my son!"
"What's the matter, Pro? Do you want to keep him for yourself? I know you get lonely sometimes when your husband would stay outside long enough for his business purpose to keep you satisfied. And speaking about your son... you sure agree he is no more kid now.... do you notice the huze bulge at his crotch. I can't wait to see the real thing."
But Protima had already seen the real thing and could feel that her friend's speculation wasn't wrong at all. However she was glad they weren't talking face to face. Had they been, her friend would have seen her blush profusely. Then she would have been teased without mercy. She laughed in spite of her growing horniness just remembering the early morning's incident.
"I'm gonna hang up now, Preet," Protima said. "Your mouth is too filthy for me to listen to anymore today." She could hear her friend howling with laughter even as she placed the mobile back on the dining table. Just then Pobitro walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"Who was that Mamoni?" He asked.
"Your Hindi teacher Gurpreet," Came the reply.
"You didn't talk too little with her. You usually talk for hours."
"I told her I had to get you breakfast and get you off to your coaching."
Pobitro quipped just in matter of fact. "Normally, I don't like slim women, but she is our Headmistress and Hindi teacher. So I have to respect her.... however I would be willing to make her as my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend!" Protima laughed loudly taking her son's remark just as a playful joke, "But she is too much old to be your girlfriend."
"Maybe.... but I prefer older women rather than the silly chirping girls,"
"Older women! Then what about me?" Protima said to herself as she placed a plate filled with sliced breads and scrambled eggs in front of him. "You shouldn't talk about my friend like that around your own Mother," She rebuked him playfully. "It's not right."
"What's wrong with me?" She wondered. "I've been acting like a love struck teenager ever since I saw his cock in all it's glory."
Anyway she was grateful that her son hurried through his breakfast. The longer she had to look at him the more she thought about his cock.
"My God!" She thought. "My cunt is getting wet!"
That came as a bit of surprise. It had been nearly four days since her husband had made love to her. In all that time, she hadn't even masturbated but, she was giving some serious thought to doing so... just as soon as her son got out of the driveway.
Pobitro finished his glass of orange juice and few slices of bread.... stood up and grabbed the bycycle key as his mother cautioned. "Drive careful, son..... and be safe. Now, come over here and give your mother a kiss before you go."
Pobitro dutifully obeyed. Even though he'd kissed his mother on the cheek, his mother could feel the fires of her desire burn even hotter. Oh, how she had wanted him to kiss her on her lips! He pulled away from his mother and left the house.
Protima stood at the open front door and waved to her son as he backed out into the street. Soon the cycle was out of sight. She closed the door and locked it. Her thoughts had been to go to her bedroom, lay down and treat herself to an orgasm. Her first in a long, long time, but before that happened, she had to take a piss.
Pulling her Maxi's hem above her belly, she sat on the commode and finished peeing. After that she washed herself with water. Even that had caused her to shiver with excitement. She kept the mug and leaned back against the wall, her bare feet spread wide across the tile floor in front of her.
She toyed with her nipple with her left hand over the Maxi as she slid her right hand down her stomach and through her shaved mound. She shivered uncontrollably when her fingers first made contact with the fleshy hood that covered her clitoris. Her middle finger sought out the opening to her overflowing cunt.... plunging itself between her lips and into her hot, fleshy cavern. She rubbed her clit with the heel of her hand as she fucked herself with her finger. Already, she was on the verge of cumming. She would have, too, had it not been for the ringing of the doorbell.
"Dammit!" Protima muttered. Who the hell could that be. Just then she heard her friend, Gurpreet, call out.
"Yeah hoo! Protima!"
"I'm in the bathroom!" Protima answered, overpowered with the frustration that came from not being able to bring herself to a climax. Just then Gurpreet poked her head around the bathroom door and smiled.
"I know what you were doing," She teased.
"Yeah, well," Protima said sarcastically. "You could have let me finish before you came calling." Gurpreet extended her forearms, turned her palms upward and shrugged.
"How the hell was I to know what you were doing?" She asked as she stepped into the bathroom and quickly went to her knees in front of her friend. She placed a hand on each of her friend's knees and spread her legs even wider. She wasted no time on preliminaries. She plunged her face into her friend's cleanly shaven swollen cunt and began lapping at her clit.
"Ungh," Protima groaned. She instinctively filled her hands with Gurpreet's Bob-cut silky hair and pulled her face even closer, causing her friend to have to breathe through her nose.
Gurpreet licked and sucked on Protima's clit like it was the last thing she would be able to do on this earth. Over and over her tongue flicked across that hot little nubbin while she held it between her lips, stopping occasionally to wrap her lips over her teeth and nibble lightly on Protima's man in the boat.
Protima's body was shaking with growing lust, knowing that the end was near. Every nerve ending she had had somehow been transferred to her clit. Everything; her mind, her heart, her soul, was concentrated inside that hard, pea sized fleshy extension. She began to shake mightily. Her breathing came in sharp little inhalations and quick exhalations.
She cried out and tried to tell her tall Punjabi friend that she was nearly there but, her words came out garbled and unintelligible. Her legs straightened out and then, seemingly on their own, wrapped themselves around her friend's neck and head.
Gurpreet quickly unhooked her friend's front-open Maxi and slid her hands inside the it until they were cupping Protima's wonderfully warm and soft, yet firm tits. In a micro second, she was lightly pinching both of Protima's nipples.
Protima groaned when her friend's hands first made contact with her tits. Cries of pure sexual joy escaped her lips in short little bursts. Her whole being felt as though she was on fire. Her legs had lost their grip on her friend's neck and now her heels were pounding her friend's back. She was nearly out of control. Then, it hit her.
From somewhere deep inside, little electrodes were firing simultaneously and were quickly morphing into one single gigantic burst of energy. Her vision narrowed. Her thought processes stopped. Her body went stiff. It quivered from the intensity of her orgasm. She passed out.
When she came to, her friend was sitting cross legged in front of her caressing her legs. Still weak from her mind bending orgasm, she tried to stand, but to no avail. Silently she pleaded her friend to help her up. Her friend stood, offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.
"Thanks," Protima said, her voice barely above a whisper as she kissed her friend on the lips tasting her own cunt-juices there.
Gurpreet smiled. "You can thank me when we get you to your bed."
Protima cleared her throat. "What! You gonna ravage my body even more?"
Protima & Gurpreet's Romantic Moment
Gurpreet smiled. With a glint of mischievousness in her eyes and in a teasing tone of voice, she said, "That's the idea." She paused and then added, "Unless you want to return the favor."
"Just give me time to recover," Protima told her friend. "I'll have you screaming like a bitch slapped sissy."
"Promises, promises," Gurpreet replied as she lowered her friend to her bed.
Protima scooted around on her back until she was lying lengthways on the bed. She had barely stopped moving when her friend lay down beside her. The two middle-aged sophisticated women turned to face each other. Protima reached out a hand and began to tentatively caress her friend's face. She cradled a breast in the other.
Gurpreet lay still, staring quietly at her childhood friend while Protima squeezed her braless tit and teased her nipple through her Kameez. Finally, Gurpreet moved closer until their noses were touching. A tongue slipped between each set of lips and slashed back and forth, one searching for the other.
When their tongues finally made contact with each other, shockwaves surged through the two women's bodies. In one short moment, they had locked lips and were quickly involved in a round of tongue sushi that did nothing to quell the fires that raged inside of them both.
Gurpreet pushed away the flaps of her friend's Maxi, exposing her tits to the artificial light of the overhead bulb while Protima busied herself with unbuttoning Gurpreet's Kameez. She broke the kiss, gently pushed her friend to her back and knelt beside her friend and removed the Kameez fully. She leaned over her and began licking her tits.
Protima lifted her right tit and licked at the area where the tit met chest before sliding the flat of her tongue up the underside until it made contact with her nipple. She quickly closed her lips around that rubbery protrusion and sucked hard while her tongue flicked across the yearning, aching piece of wrinkled and quickly hardening lump of skin.
Gurpreet twisted her head from side to side as she slowly and methodically ran her fingers through her friend's long shampooing hairs. "Bite it," she pleaded, her voice quickly turning raspy with her ever increasing desire.
Protima gladly obliged her and lightly bit the Headmistress friend's nipple tugging on it until it was extended from her body as far as was humanly possible. She groaned out her approval and her ever increasing desire.
"Yes! That's it!" Gurpreet cried as she begged. "Harder!"
When Protima took her mouth off from her friend's tits, she cried out, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her disappointment quickly faded as Protima licked her way across the valley between her tits and began licking and sucking on her friend's left tit.
Meanwhile Gurpreet, fought the ever increasing mind numbing blanket of pleasures that threatened her rapidly decreasing sanity long enough to unbutton her Salwar and slide them, along with her lacy, pink panties, down her legs, past her knees and to her ankles.
Somehow, in her hazy, hedonistic world, Gurpreet managed to kick the garments off from her feet and on to the floor. Protima chose that precise moment to break off contact with her friend's tits and moved downward in search of her navel. She rimmed her friend's bellybutton several times before she finally plunged the tip of tongue deep into that small opening and wiggled it about.
"Ohhhhhh, yesssss," Gurpreet moaned through clenched teeth. Though the bellybutton play increased her desire exponentially, she knew she wanted more. She had to have more. She placed the palms of her hands on top of her friend's head and pushed lightly.
Protima clearly understood her friend's intentions and began to comply immediately, leaving a trail of hot saliva from her friend's navel down to, and through, her heart shaped patch of black pubic hair.
She licked the length of her friend's slit and slavered on across her perineum, not stopping until her tongue reached her friend's wrinkled brown asshole. All the while, her friend's level of desire and wanton cravings were rapidly approaching the red zone. She was about to blow.
She stuck two fingers inside her own drooling cunt and scooped up as much of her juicy secretions as possible. Her vaginal muscles contracted, nearly trapping her fingers inside. With a bit of difficulty, they were extracted from her love canal's tight grip. She rubbed her two dripping wet fingers on and around her friend's asshole as she licked the length of her friend's perineum.
Gurpreet was already panting like an old steam locomotive going up a steep grade, but when her friend began toying with her anal opening, her breaths were harder and faster, increasing in speed and volume until Protima thought her sexy friend would go into vapor lock at any moment.
"I barely touched her clit," Protima thought. Then she smiled. "What's going to happen when I start sucking on it?"
Protima quickly drug her tongue up friend's perineum and back across her ever widening slit. She used the fingers of her free hand to pull the hood off of her friend's hungry clit. Her timing was perfect. She wrapped her lips around her friend's clit and, at the precise moment the tip of her tongue made it's first contact with that little man in the boat, she pushed her middle finger deep into her friend's tight brown asshole.
Gurpreet screamed loud and long. "My God! What are you doing to me? I can't take it!"
Protima stopped her manual and oral ministrations and looked up her friend's body. She was writhing uncontrollably. Her body shook and trembled like a bowlful of jello.
"Don't stop!" Gurpreet cried. Her arms were flayed out to her sides; the fingers of one hand held the bed sheet in a death like grip. Her other hand was full of Protima's hair as she frantically pulled her friend's face back into her spasming, trembling clit. She raised her legs high and laid them across her friend's shoulders. The heels of her feet began to repeatedly slam down upon her friend's back, beating her like a drum.
Protima resumed her hedonistic attack upon her friend's sanity. She now had two fingers pumping hard in and out of her friend's rectal cavity. At the same time, she sucked long and hard on the little nubbin of nerve endings, stretching it to the limits of its existence, let it slip from between her lips and attacked it all over again. One more lick; one more jab of her fingers was all it took to send her friend crashing over the edge of insanity and down the waterfall of perversion.
Again, Gurpreet screamed, much louder than before. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hips and groin were moving at an astonishing speed, slamming her womanhood into her friend's face. Somehow, Protima managed to maintain contact with Gurpreet's clit, withdrawing only when her friend's body went limp.
Promila's spying & Self-pleasuring
And that's when with a muffled cry, Promila too came as she massaged her boobs with her left hand and rubbed her hairy cunt with her other hand. However all the time her lustful and glazing eyes were locked on the hot lesbian show inside the room performing by her daughter and her Punjabi friend.
Actually after serving the breakfast to her granddaughter Poly, she herself took some biscuits and a cup of coffee. And quickly finishing the breakfast, as Poly went out for her one hour dancing session, she took some rest in her room while thinking about the day's program she was going to do soon. That's when she heard Gurpreet's entry and few minutes later her daughter's deep groans. Her experienced mind could easily determine what's going on then in her daughter's room as her curiosity pushed her to that incident.
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Finally Protima Chowdhry, the famous playback Bengalee singer cum dancer crawled up beside her Punjabi Headmistress friend and held her close, caressing her back and shoulders and the back of her head, waiting for her friend to come down off from her euphoric mountain of Sapphic desire.
Several minutes passed before Gurpreet began to stir. She opened her unfocused eyes and stared at her friend with a blank look on her face. It took another minute or two before her brain could wrap itself around what had just transpired and she could recognize her friend. She smiled and kissed her Bengalee friend lightly on the lips.
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