The Beauty And The Beast

The Beauty & the Beast

Hi, I’m Saransh. This incident happened a few months back, the night of 3rd February to be precise. It involves my elder sister’s friend Suhani and me. I’m narrating it from her point of view as it seemed more interesting that way. You can write to me on [email protected] for the feedback or just to say Hi.

My name is Suhani. I have finished my masters and started working with an NGO. Since my college I have been dating Kunal. I call him Kanu. He is a nice boy, sweet, simple and very caring person, little sexy too. Reasons are enough to choose him for marriage in near future. From whatever little experience we have had, Kunal is not great on bed, but not bad either. One can’t get everything, and the qualities he has seem enough for a happy life. However, the incident that I am going to narrate doesn’t have him as my hero.

One day I had gone out for saree shopping with my Mom. I was wearing a long skirt and a kurta that has a low cut neck. While we were busy looking sarees, I felt as if I was being stared. Girls have an instinct. I looked on my right and found a tall and dusky young man who had also had a saree in his hands, but instead of looking at saree, was looking at me with lust and appreciation. It gave me a tingling feeling, but I ignored it and got myself busy with saree. Finally my mother found one and we attempted to leave. I just looked over my shoulder to check out the guy for once, he still ogled at me, and must have done till we left.

The coming weekend, it was my friend Kripa’s birthday. She had organized a small party at her house. I was wondering what to wear for the occasion and then Mom suggested me to wear the black chiffon sari that she bought recently. I was happy, because I never expected that she would lend her new saree to me. I quickly took a shower and came out to my room, wrapped in my towel. I wanted to feel special, or say sexy, so picked up my black color matching blouse, bra and thinnest panty. I sprayed some body perfume on me then wore my under garments. I noticed that blouse had real deep neck and since it was tight around my boobs, it was making a deep cleavage.

Honestly, I didn’t mind that, just that Kripa’s family might be there. But then I didn’t have another matching blouse too. I looked myself in the mirror, and skipped a beat. My mom entered my room. I told her my confusion. She said young and beautiful girls like me shouldn’t think twice about wearing things that makes us look breathtaking. She came to me and tied my petticoat below my waist and left. I looked myself in the mirror with my tight boobs and low tied petticoat. As the navel shined, I felt prouder. I tied the saree carefully and as it was chiffon; my cleavage was showing up below my sari pallu. Well, that was the purpose of it.

At around 08:00 PM my friend Rajni picked me up for the party. When she saw me, she looked at me tip to toe and said, “I could eat you up.” I laughed out loud. We reached Kripa’s place and there were some guests already there for the celebrations. In few more minutes she cut the cake and party began. I met couple of my friends there as well. And then Kripa came over to Rajni and me. She wanted to introduce us to her younger brother. A surprise for me, her brother Saransh was the same guy who ogled at me at the saree shop. I couldn’t recognize him earlier because I saw him after 6-7 years, his engineering and then MBA at IIM-A. He left as a kid and returned as a hunk. He took my hand to shake and kept it for a little too long, while his eyes traveled from my face to cleavage.

“Saraaaaansh, college mein khubsurat ladkiyan nahin thi kya?” Kripa said, “Suhani didi ka haath chhodo.” Everyone laughed, while I felt embarrassed, but not more than him. I excused myself to get me some drink. Within no time, Rajni also followed me and there came Saransh right behind Rajni.

“Suhani Didi, you have changed so much for so good in last few years,” he said. I was little surprised when he called me didi, as his eyes certainly didn’t follow the word, but I guess it was better as Rajni was present there. I thanked him and said how he doesn’t look three year younger to us anymore. Rajni agreed, with a wink. Kanu was not there in this party as he didn’t know my childhood friends so Rajni and I spent time with Saransh in the party. Lots of delicacies were flowing in, then around 10:00, Kripa switched to slow numbers and a few couples started dancing. Saransh took the opportunity and asked me to dance. Before I could reply to him, Rajni said, “Well, your boyfriend is not here, no harm.” Saransh looked at her and then me and said offering his palm, “Her boyfriend has nothing to fear.” I gave him my hand and he sort of pulled me to my feet.

I just followed him to one corner of the room and started dancing with him. He put his hands on my waist and I put mine at his shoulders. We were dancing slowly to the music. After some time, I felt his fingers around my waist and I kind of liked it. Frankly speaking, in that moment I knew I was wronging Kanu by allowing that touch. But something within me was melting. His hands advanced further to my back and then to my ass cheeks, gently, to rest there. He looked deep into my eyes and said, “You look like my wildest dream.” I gave a helpless smile, and for the first moment realized I am going weak. Thing could get out of control and I could not put Kanu’s faith in me at stake. I looked at Rajni and Kripa, with a take-me-out-of-here expression. Rajni whispered something in Kripa’s ears, she nodded and then Rajni walked towards me. I thought she came to my rescue, but they were the devils in the form of friends.

“Suhani, it’s almost 11, we are going to stay here tonight,” Rajni said approaching, and added before leaving, “you don’t worry. I will call and tell your mother.” I could not say anything, but kept looking at her departure, shocked.

“You seem uncomfortable,” Saransh said with a smile. I replied, “Nothing like that, I just need to use the washroom.”

“Oh, of course!” He said and looked at the washroom in the passage attached to the hall, but there were two guests waiting already. He replied, “You can use my room.” I looked around; the queue didn’t seem to be moving and before I could think of an excuse Saransh walked ahead. I followed Saransh upstairs. The room was on the second floor. Saransh opened the door and pointed at the washroom. I walked in as he sat on the bed.

The moment I closed the door and music from downstairs stopped, my heartbeats echoed. I looked at myself on the mirror freaked out, and wondered how did I end up being alone with Saransh in a room while I was trying to get away. I took a few deep breathes, closed my eyes with my palms and remembered Kanu. I could not disappoint him in anyway. I flushed the toilet without using it and came out of the washroom to find Saransh stretched on the bed and staring at the ceiling. He looked at me suddenly, for a long moment.

“Sorry to look at you that way in the saree shop, Didi. I didn’t know that it’s you. And even if I knew, you are so pretty that I would be a fool to take my eyes off you.” He said as His eyes pierced me, focused at my face. I stood there as a statue for a moment.

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” I replied with a hesitant smile. He pointed at my eyes as if he wanted me to check. I walked in front of the dressing table in the room, and found that I smeared my kajal a little, must have happened when I touched my eyes with palms. As I looked myself up on the mirror, I could feel his stare on me. I said to kill the awkward silence, “What were you doing in that shop?”

“I was there to get a saree for Kripa Didi on her birthday,” he replied, “but got lost in you.”

“Oh c’mon,” I said looking at him, “I am not that beautiful.” He sat down on bed and kept looking at my face, I was caught in his stare. It was the look, from the shop. I gulped and stole my eyes somehow and looked back at mirror for the final touch, when he left the bed. I saw his walk behind me, but couldn’t stop… it’s like you are out on the field and all of a sudden rain hits you, you can’t help getting drenched. He hugged me from behind and my eyes got closed. Saransh brushed his nose on my hair around my neck, and then whispered in my ears, “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

I had the tingling felling all over my body. He moved my hair and kissed me on my neck from behind. It sent shivers in my body. Saransh turned me around and pushed me a little against mirror wall and came closer to me. I started feeling his breath over my face now. I had closed my eyes and he kissed me on my lips. Though I had kissed Kanu, but Saransh seemed different. He kissed my lips slowly first, and then hard and sucked them like a candy. My conscious lost the battle and I kissed him back. It was as if he waited for the encouragement and the moment I opened my mouth a little, his tongue met mine. It was great how our tongues played.

He held me well as his arms wrapped around me. His fingers explored the exposed part of my back and waist. I forgot Kanu completely. And Saransh seemed worth it, aggressive yet composed. I wanted it so much that I almost forgot breathing, and he broke the kiss pulling my lower lip between his so that I could catch a breath. I stood there with my eyes closed, still recovering with the touch of his passion on my lips, when I heard a tap. As I opened my eyes, I found Saransh walking back to me bolting the door behind him.

“What if someone…” I was still speaking when he held me from my waist, bending me back as his tongue traveled inside my mouth. I let go my weight as my long black hair touched the floor. I wouldn’t regret if I would die in those strong arms in that moment. I felt like a leaf and he was the tree. “No one comes to my room Didi,” he said pulling me towards him and kissed my neck with vigor, then slightly bit it. His lips moved towards my ear, rubbing on my neck, and he whispered in my left ear, “Only Kripa and Rajni Didi will care where you are, and believe me, they wouldn’t mind me being absent at the same time.” He kissed my earlobes with his words, and the next moment chewed it. I let out a long moan of bliss. He kissed me back on my lips as his hands already rested on my left shoulder; right on the pin that held my pallu. In no time the pin was gone.

This was the first time someone other than Kunal was opening my dress, but this was more sensational. Maybe it’s because Saransh was still calling me Didi while being so lustful. I was already at a point where my relationship would be over with Kunal knowing about this. But I didn’t hesitate. Ignoring a commitment is easy when the person is unaware and has complete faith in you. Saransh pulled me back in his world tossing my pallu away and took his face behind to look at me.

I looked down, reddened, standing in front of him in my tight blouse. I looked towards him from the corner of my eyes to check his reactions. He was enjoying what he had in front of him, his eyes sort of popped out seeing my full boobs hidden partially, leaving the deep cleavage to give him an idea of the story within. Then he stood behind and opened my blouse’s hook string. I was kind of feeling shy, but at the same time preparing myself mentally for the things that were going to happen next. He held my hand and moved towards the bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and made me stand in front of him looking straight at my bellybutton. He took his tongue out as I saw him, and moved towards my navel but didn’t touch it. My stomach trembled in the anticipation and my eyes got closed. I looked at him and found him rotating his tongue around my navel but not touching it. He was a teaser. I kept looking at him when my boobs moved up and down with windy breathes. He suddenly squeezed my ass cheeks over my saree so hard, that I put my hands on his head and caressed his hairs. And there it was, his tongue in my navel, circling to give me wings. I wasn’t on earth anymore. I held his head tighter against me. A few moments later, he removed his head from my belly, looked into my dreamy eyes with that great shine of lust in his eyes and said in his heavy voice, “I will kill you so beautifully that you will live with my fragrance forever.”

Saransh’s hands moved to my blouse. It was difficult for me to stand straight with such excitement as he opened my blouse slowly. His tongue came out dripping wet, looking at sultry me in my sexy black bra barely covering half my boobs. He quickly put his mouth on my left boob over my bra, started squeezing the right one with one hand and helped me removing my blouse from my hands with another hand. He sat with his legs spread while I stood in between his legs.

All this while he hadn’t even touched my pussy, and there was a rainy cloud in my panty. He wasted no time and opened my bra right away. My tight 36 inches were in front on his eyes, right next to his wide opened mouth. His squeezing and licking had made them harder and my nipples were erect. He kept looking at my boobs like that for a while then looked into my eyes once. I closed them in a jiffy just to open them after a moment as he held both my nipples between his thumbs and forefinger, rubbing them slowly, and slowly. My heartbeats slowed down too, and the moment got still as I looked into his eyes, trying to decipher the secrets he had for the next moment. His grasp on my nipples went firmer.

He pulled them further as I struggled to keep my eyes open to look at him turning into an animal but then he shook my boobs gripping my nipples, shook them as if they got electrocuted. I closed my eyes tightly and moaned and moaned with the shakes, some in pain and some in pleasance, as if my soul left my body and entered back a couple of times in those thirty seconds. As he stopped, rubbing my nipples on palms to calm the pain down, I let out a long sob and looked at him. He was calm.

“I have never seen such magnificence before,” he said as I looked at his blank eyes trying to find what beast is he but then he started to flicker my right nipple. And even before I could go on the high tide of moans, he slapped that boob, hard, very hard. I yelled a little, and before I could recover from the slap, he started to flicker my left nipple while calming my right boob with another hand. I gulped, in anticipation, in horror, in joy. He kept flickering, and went on, letting me wait for it so much that if he wouldn’t have gone ahead, I would beg for it. My mouth was open with a big O sound with the flicker, and then it came, the slap, harder than before. The sound of O ended with another hush yell. I wish I could scream at all those joys, but I knew I couldn’t. But I wish. He kept calming both my boobs for a few seconds while I tried collecting myself, back to consciousness.

He pulled me down from my boobs, which were red with his sultry assault. He bent me right in front of his mouth and first slowly took my left nipple in his mouth just to make a futile attempt to take the whole a little later. He sucked the right one while kind of attacked the left one with his hands, and then switched the treatment to leave them with many love bites that would take a few days to disappear from the skin, and forever from my mind. Right when he let my boobs relax, his hands started to squeezing my silky buttocks under saree.

Saransh stood up and removed his shirt and baniyan altogether. I couldn’t look away from his muscular chest. He hugged me tight. My boobs crushed against his chest. I wrapped my hands around his neck tightly when his hands caressed my buttocks. I could feel his hardness against my thighs. It made me wetter. He pushed his pelvis against my pussy and pulled me closer to him from my ass. This was the first time his penis was so close to my pussy. And even before I could treasure the pleasant horror of the moment, he pushed me on the bed. The next moment he was lying on top of me as my nipples stood erect. He started licking my whole body, every inch of it. His rough tongue felt great against my smooth skin. I was moaning louder now. He kept licking and moving down and down and stopped just above my groin, teasing again.

I wanted my pussy to be touched and felt, but he avoided it moving all the way to my feet and started kissing and licking my legs. He started his journey upwards, licking it slowly and spending time at every inch of flesh. He would keep pushing my saree with petticoat upwards, as he kept moving upwards kissing me. I was so wet that it was difficult to control. I was squirming and moving my ass upwards. He moved upwards towards my knees and then to thighs. His hands were also caressing my inner thighs while his lips kissed them. I am sure he could smell my love juices as his breathing became heavier like mine. He finally opened my saree and petticoat and pulled it down. I helped him raising my ass to remove it.

He stood on his knees beyond my legs, looking straight at my groin. Who wouldn’t like a sexy shaved pink pussy shining within black miniscule transparent panty? He bent down slowly and smelled my pussy before kissing it over my panty. He took out his tongue and licked my entire panty. My pussy showered juices that drenched my panty well. He moved his hands above my groin, gripped the elastic and in one shot torn the panty. I loved his aggressiveness. The next moment I melted more as his eyes devoured my pussy’s swollen lips, it was begging to be kissed and licked. Saransh brushed my pussy’s outer lips well with his tongue first, and then inserted it all the way, slowly-slowly eating each corner, to hit the g-spot. I was on heaven. I moaned loudly not giving a damn if someone would hear.

Soon I was jerking my ass in upward motion in order to meet more of his tongue. He did the best thing of the night so far, and inserted one finger slowly into my pussy with the constant hit of his tongue on my g-spot.

He just kept going deeper; not halting for a beat, not even a breath or a pause, and then something happened that never happened with Kunal… I came shuddering like tree in a tornado, and just the moment I thought it couldn’t get better; Saransh took my whole pussy inside his mouth, sucking everything, every single drop, wiping it dry as I lay there dead. Dead with bliss, sweating and gasping. I have had orgasms before, when I masturbated.

And that was nothing in the comparison of this. Saransh too gasped hard looking at me, from toe to face, and kept looking for a long moment. The moment my breathing settled, Saransh swiftly acted as if there was no time to waste. He probably couldn’t control any further and quickly removed his jeans. I was surprised to see his penis. He was big, not horse big, yet more than Kunal, and distinctly thick. Unlike other girls I was not scared that it would hurt me. On the contrary, I was curious.

“Shall we go ahead, Didi?” Saransh said stroking his penis lightly, looking into my eyes. That word – Didi, rang my bell again, made me want him more. He thought I would proceed right away to what he wanted, but this was my time to give him back. I held his penis and pulled him on the bed, and took his place on the floor. He was surprised with me suddenly leading, but didn’t have a clue what I had in my mind.

I sat between his legs moved my hand in to-and-fro motion on his hard penis. It shuddered more. His satisfying expressions complimented my effort. I made a circle out of my right palm, kept his penis in that and shook it, shook it between the walls of my palm as fast as I could as he shook closing his eyes. Suddenly, I stopped and gripped his penis, tight, really tight. He let out a whistle kind of scream and slowly opened his eyes settling his breathes.

“Sorry if it hurt you,” I told him, “you are like my brother, I didn’t want to.”

“No, it felt greaaaa…” he was still replying, when I slapped his hard penis. He let out a loud moan. I said, “Did this hurt?”

“You are amazing Didi,” he replied with a hasty voice.

“Oh yeah? Thanks bro,” I said, then shook his penis again, and then the grip and looked at him, he waited, and I teased. He looked at me with begging eyes, I smiled and slapped his penis once, and then twice as the hand came back, and then thrice. He jumped a little with a moan every time. He was at my mercy now, like a chicken in the butcher’s hand. And I loved it, because with Kunal I don’t get to be like this. You can’t show up dominance to the guy you want to marry, else he would doubt you are a slut.

“Awefuckingsome,” Saransh said letting out a long breath.

The next moment I opened my mouth and kissed and licked the tip of his penis before taking it deep into my mouth and sending him back to heaven. I had to open my mouth really wide. I giggled as his penis touched the back of my throat. I could hardly breath. And then he started pulling my head towards his penis and I started moving my head in back and forth motion. I was playing with his balls with my hands and sucking his penis.

He moved his hands down and started playing and squeezing my boobs. I felt like a slut giving blowjob to my friend’s brother while he played with my boobs. Saransh started moaning now and he was becoming tighter in my mouth. He pushed my head closer to his penis and I sort of increased my speed. I thought he would come sooner and this would all end, but the guy was clever. He suddenly stopped, pulled me on bed with force and started kissing on my neck and back while squeezing my boobs from behind.

He made me lie on my stomach and started kissing me all over my back and then moved downward licking my spine and to my buttocks. He kissed and sucked me ass cheeks and licked them all over. He was kind of sitting between my legs, squeezing and kissing my ass. Then he moved his hands under my stomach and pulled me upward from my waist. I was now on my knees and my hands. The next moment I realized he has successfully dragged me in doggy style.

I had never imagined to be fucked by someone else than Kunal, and now I was in doggy style with my friend’s brother, who I barely knew. He rubbed his penis over my pussy from behind and within split of second he just rammed into me mercilessly holding me from my waist and pulling me towards him, giving huge jerks towards my pussy. He bent a little bit over me and started playing with my boobs. He was twitching my tits between his thumb and fingers and slapping my ass occasionally. And the new thing was I loved all this. All of it! I was sure Kripa and Rajani must have tried finding me and kind of had an idea where I was stuck, or under whom. But then I didn’t have much time or attention to think about them or the shame as the satan behind me wouldn’t slow down. Saransh opened my hairs loose. He held me from my stomach with his right hand and held my hairs with the left, fucking me like a bitch now, with my hairs pulled by him while his groin made flup-flup noise while hitting against my ass. My pussy responded to his fucking and it started juicing up.

And then I had another orgasm, which I couldn’t even store well with me as he was still strong. My knees started to shake and then I felt him slowing a little bit and he was getting harder inside me. I am sure he was about to come now. He immediately turned me over on my back now; sat on my stomach and in no seconds sprinkled a heavy load all over my boobs. We looked at each other in that moment, and there it was, his smile, for the first time in the night. A glowing smile! He lied down beside me settling his breathes as I recollected myself, filling with guilt for Kunal, and scared too.

“Saransh, you know that I have a boyfriend,” I asked him slowly, “can you please keep this night within this room?” He looked at me, and settled the locks of my hair. Then brought his lips near my ears and whispered, “I will never say a word, Didi. But are you sure from your side that there will be no similar nights in future?”

I looked at him, at his amusing calmness and devilish shine in his eyes, couldn’t react to anything. And for the first time in the night, I initiated a kiss. How I walked out of the room is another story, but he remained right as we reached for our clothes… he had killed me so beautifully that I will live with his fragrance forever.

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