By: Beast Of The Fall
The house was all a buzz and in a festive, joyous mood. Parvathi was visiting her parents’ house a month after her marriage. Parvathi was the elder of the two daughters, and was married to Deepak. They had just returned from a fortnight’s honeymoon trip to Shimla. The younger one, 18 year old Gayathri, a beautiful young lass, was studying in her final year college. She was more excited than all the other family members because she was eagerly waiting to ask her beloved sister Parvathi about the honeymoon nights.
The age difference between the two sisters was just two years. They had had a much-protected childhood and hence, shared all their secrets and problems, all of which, growing together brings about. Adolescence brought about a special interest in their bodies and in boys. They had watched each other grow with time and compared their vital statistics. Their choices were very compatible. The search was on for a suitable match for Parvathi, as she had completed her studies.
Any talk of marriage created a flutter in her bosom. Like it is common with all girls, she had had her fair share of sex gossip at school and college, but the actual action was reserved for the wedding night. She was aware of her ripening body and became very particular about her figure. In college boys went ga-ga over her, but she had not given them a hoot. Many a times as they changed in their room,
Gayathri compared her sister’s rounded and pointed breasts to her own breasts which were just right, but curving upward slightly at her nipples. They shared a common bedroom, which had a spacious loft, used by the two sisters for studying, and also to keep their other articles. The day finally arrived when the boy was invited to see Parvathi, as is the normal custom in our culture. Parvathi had a shy blush on her face, the whole morning.
Gayathri took pleasure in chiding her by making obvious but covert remarks, about what was to happen. “Didi, are you ready for the unhh unhh? I am sure your beauty will sweep him off the floor. Gayathri carried on her banter. Parvathi shooed her away, only to find her back at her side, teasing her again. Deepak made a deep impression on Parvathi. Tall, handsome with a virile body, – he looked like a movie star. He came from the neighbouring city, a couple of hours away.
The minute he saw her, he knew he had lost his heart immediately. His eyes feasted on Parvathi and her lithe figure. All settled, the marriage took place within two weeks. Gayathri felt a pang of jealousy at Parvathi’s luck and an erotic shiver passed through her, looking at this handsome hunk. But keeping her sister’s joy in mind she put such thoughts behind her, and busied herself in attending to Deepak, who was now her ‘Jijajee’ (brother-in-law).
Parvathi had informed her parents that Deepak and she would be going for their honeymoon to Shimla and return after a fortnight. A couple of days before they left on their honeymoon, Parvathi visited her parents. As soon as pleasantries were exchanged, Gayathri pulled her sister into the bedroom and showered her with a barrage of questions. Didi, how was the first night? What did Dipu Jiju do IT to you?
How did it start? Was it painful? Please, please tell me.” Gayathri wanted to know everything, but Parvathi was getting late. “Gayathri, it was heavenly, but you will have to wait till I return?’ replied Parvathi and went outside.” I promise, I will tell you everything when I return”. She winked playfully and left.
Parvathi and Depak returned to Parvathi’s parents’ house 2 days before their honeymoon was due to get over. Gayathri’s joy had doubled when she came to know that Parvathi and Deepak would be staying with them for the next two days, before returning home. She noticed that Parvathi had a glow on her face when they arrived. Deepak too looked satisfied. When he saw Gayathri, he put out his arms to hug her. Like an automaton, she walked into his arms, to be warmly hugged.
She realized that her breasts had flattened against his chest, and she loved the feeling. Deepak whispered in her ear that he felt nice this way. She blushed as she understood what he meant. What are the Jiju and Sali whispering?” queried the smiling Parvathi. Gayathri separated herself and went to help Parvathi with her bags. “Didi, I hope you remember your promise, after your return?” reminded Gayathri.
Parvathi smiled and winked at her playfully, again. “Your Jiju is a fantastic lover. He made my nights heavenly. Of course, we did not have sex on the first night. Parvathi informed Gayathri. “What? No sex on the first night? Why? Gayathri was shocked. “No Gayathri, we were very tired. Deepak wanted it but we agreed that we should try to understand our bodies first. Parvathi eyes sparkled as she narrated how she was fondled and how her breasts were showered with sweet affection.
She also told her that her Jiju introduced her to his 9 inch penis which was very broad. “I was scared of its size, but that night Deepak asked me just to hold and feel it. Gayathri, I hope you too get a husband endowed with such a possession. It was monstrous and was throbbing in my hand.” Parvathi continued, “The next few days were spent in a lot of foreplay and just exploring each others’ body and getting to know each other like new found lovers.
What about your honeymoon? What happen? Didi, please tell me. Gayathri could feel herself getting wet down below and loved the feeling of warmth and wetness there. Her sister’s experience with Jiju was turning her on immensely. She could literally see them in her mind’s eye. “Gayathri, your Jiju could not wait for the night, after we reached the hotel. Hardly had we closed the door, when he locked it and grabbed me.
His kisses flowed from my lips to my breasts, through my salwar and came to a stop between my legs. The feeling was so erotic that my legs melted.” Parvathi was very specific in her narration. Gayathri’s hand had traveled to her breast, subconsciously, as she imagined herself fondled. “I do not know when my salwar came loose, or when Deepak undressed himself. I felt my hand on his penis, which had grown to a massive length, and was throbbing.
My hand could not go around it. Deepak kissed me and suddenly I felt a shooting pain between my legs, and I knew that we had consummated our love, on the floor of the Hotel. After that, the pain disappeared and pleasure started. If only I could tell you how complete I felt.” Parvathi had closed her eyes and savoured her first actual sexual intercourse. Gayathri found her hand fondling her breast, and decided that she must see her Jiju’s penis. She got her chance the next day
The next day, Deepak was in the sitting room and Parvathi had gone for a bath. Gayathri was searching for something on the loft, hidden from below in the room. She heard Deepak entering the room, and heard him latching the door. Just then, Parvathi came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, with a belt looped around her waist. Her waist length hair was wet and lay open behind her. She was surprised to see Deepak in the room and the door latched.
Deepu, what are you doing? She said in a mock fright, understanding his intentions completely. No, Deepu, not now, Gayathri’s at home. But Jiju had already sealed her lips with his. The towel dropped from Parvathi’s hand, as she tried to get away from Deepak. Deepak held her hands behind her and pushed her on the bed. Parvathi was trying her best to free herself, as he held her hands over her head. “Deepak, someone may come” she pleaded.
Gayathri could not see Parvathi’s face but she could see her breasts & thighs. With one hand Deepak pulled the belt away that held together the bath robe and opened the bathrobe to display a fine set of legs and two white breasts, which she had always envied. What surprised her was that her vagina was hairless as though a razor had been to work. Her vagina looked as though carved from marble – it resembled a beautiful flower.
No, Deepu, noo she pleaded softly, but Deepak was bent on having his way right then. Deepak then pulled down his shorts and his underwear, still holding on to Parvathi, lying on the bed. Gayathri gasped at the size of the rod that hung between his legs, which she could see clearly, hidden from their sight. Parvathi had lifted her legs and opened her thighs like an open book. Deepak then held his massive prick and held it poised over Parvathi’s vagina.
Gayathri was not sure whether her Didi would be able to take it in her, it was that big. She had always imagined a penis to be smaller. As these thoughts crossed her mind, she saw the penis entering her Didi’s vagina like a train entering a tunnel. Deepak had released her hands and turned his attention to Parvathi’s beautiful breasts, which he put to his mouth, whilst the other hand massaged her other breast.
Her Didi’s face was now visible, and she could see her eyes closed and her lips open in a smile and gasping for breath at the same time. Deepak had now entered her completely and had impaled her on his tool. Then he started the see-saw motions, which increased in their speed, with subdued sounds of liquid being pumped. Parvathi had wrapped her legs around Jiju’s waist and her hands were moving in his hair.
Gayathri could not control her urge watching this erotic scenario, and pushed her hand under her skirt and pushed her finger in her cunt. She felt herself getting moist near her bush. The feeling lifted her to high heaven. The frenzy with which her Jiju was fucking, yes fucking her sister made Gayathri’s brain tingle with pleasure. “Yes Deepu, oh Deepu yes yes yes aaah faster faster”, begged Parvathi. Deepak continued fucking his wife passionately.
Parvathi felt herself reaching her climax and gasped and bucked has she experienced her first orgasm. Deepak too climaxed at about the same time. Looking down, Gayathri found that Jiju had collapsed on her Didi, flattening her breasts and they were hungrily kissing each other. The penis was still inside her Didi. After sometime, they separated and she saw her Jiju’s glistening penis, coming out of her Didi’s cunt.
The expression on her sister’s face surely asked for more punishment. Her Didi then got up on the bed and put Deepak’s penis in her mouth and sucked like a young child licking a lollypop. Jiju helped her by pushing his monster in her mouth and slipping it out. After that they stood up and kissed passionately, whilst Jiju kneaded her breasts. They went in the bath, but emerged only after a good 45 minutes. Gayathri could only imagine what was going on in there and regretted that she could see it.
After coming out they dressed up and left the room, as though nothing had happened. Gayathri had firmly decided that she had to experience her Jiju’s massive prick and that there would be no other person than her Jiju to initiate her in to the beautiful world of fucking. The next day Parvathi had an appointment to visit a Beauty Saloon. “Gayathri, I will be gone for a couple of hours, please take good care of Jiju.
Don’t trouble him” she called out. “Didi, be rest assured that I will take the best care of Jiju. Don’t worry. Take your own time.” She retorted happily at the prospect of being alone with Deepak. Her parents had gone to visit a relative and would be back in the evening. This way an apt time for her to make her move. If only her Jiju was willing enough. Deepak was in the sitting room, when Parvathi left for her appointment. Gayathri watched her disappearing down the lane, and turned her attention to her beloved Jiju.
She had to make the best of these moments. She decided that being a little direct way probably the fastest way to get her will done. “Jiju,” she purred to him, “I must say that you are an athletic lover”. Deepak was taken aback. He knew that Gayathri had a soft corner for him, but this direct statement surprised him. He looked at her standing by the lazy bag, her cute breasts pushed out, with her nipples poking themselves against her braless blouse and her sleek legs protruding from a loose skirt which was much higher than her knees.
The flimsy T-shirt had a message – Just Do It. Her pose gave her a very sexy appeal. Something stirred between Deepak’s legs, but he had to control. In a matter of fact tone, he asked “What do you mean? Has Parvathi been glorifying me to you? “Jiju, when I have seen you and Didi in action, why should I ask Didi. I saw you guys yesterday from the loft. Jiju, I want you to initiate me to love making.
I want you in me now” she threatened, playfully stomping her feet like a spoilt child. Though Deepak had wanted to crush her under him from the beginning, Gayathri’s latest approach was a welcome happening. He couldn’t resist an open invitation. He never had said No to a woman and it was too late to start now. Besides, the horny girl was literally begging to be fucked. Who was he to deny someone like her?
He got up and deliberately walked towards her and ripped open her blouse, in the sitting room itself. A pair of virgin, nubile breasts stared at him – braless. Her tits gave her a school kid look, which further turned Deepak on. Gayathri, pleasantly surprised, tried to close the front but Deepak had fixed his mouth on her nipple and had held in his bite. The ferocity of his nibbling and that too in the sitting room itself, made her to shudder- but she liked it.
Jiju, please can we go inside she muttered, fighting over the eroticism overtaking her. Deepak did not reply, but held her tit in his teeth and started walking backwards to the bedroom. Gayathri was exhilarated. They went like that, with Gayathri in tow, till they reached the Bed. Deepak released her tit and sat on the bed. She stood between his spread out legs, with her blouse open, her boobs stiff, tits pointing straight ahead but the skirt untouched.
He asked her to remove his shirt and elastic shorts. As she removed his shirt, he playfully took a bite at her breast as it came close. He also slid her torn T-shirt off her but asked her to keep her skirt on. She looked ravishing like a jungle beauty, with her dusky skin aglow, topless and her lower portion covered. As she removed his shorts, she found that the assault machine was in his underwear. He stood and slowly removed it.
What Gayathri had seen from top of the loft, and what stood before her was massive. ‘Did I bite off more than I can chew?’ She thought. She shivered, but at the same time she had reached a point of no return. Deepak sat down and asked her to fondle him down there. Slowly she bent down and put her hands on his penis, for the first time. The penis was hot and throbbing in her hands. She had difficulty controlling it due to its thickness. She was now scared feeling the length and width of his penis.
She was scared that it would rip her vagina. Besides the gossip, she had no experience of actual sex, other than seeing her sister being pumped yesterday. Deepak slowly put his hand under her skirt and pulled down her panty, by grabbing in the front and pulling on her pubic hair. Gayathri sighed. He could feel her shivering in anticipation, as he had ventured where no man had yet gone. He slid his finger on the lips of her vagina and touched her clitoris by dipping his finger inside her.
She moaned. She was hot and dripping wet down there. He pulled her down, pushed her mouth towards his prick, and directed his penis to her mouth. Gayathri had never thought that she would get to do this, though she had seen Parvathi hungrily lapping at it. She set her lips on the red hood but kept her teeth clenched. Deepak realized that it was her first time, and lifting her head, kissed her. He sucked on her lips and slowly put his tongue into her mouth.
Then he turned his attention to her pussy. He let the skirt remain, and went under it. The smell of her cunt was ethereal. He kissed her pussy lips and inserted his tongue between them. She spread her legs, to accommodate him. An altogether different feeling was overtaking her from the inside. Deepak nibbled her clitoris, she orgasm over and over again. It was a completely new sensation and she did not want this feeling to end.
She pressed his mouth against her pussy and he did justice to her. Feeling weak in her legs she collapsed on Deepak, who lay her on her back, on the bed for the final assault. Are you scared, Gayathri?” he asked, “You have the most wonderful cunt, even better than your Didi’s.” Gayathri blushed at his compliment. She reached for his penis. Deepak then climbed over her. The feeling of being pressed under Deepak gave her more confidence.
But she was apprehensive about whether his prick would be able to enter her without tearing her apart. Deepak read her mind, kissed her and asked her to stand up. Still wearing her skirt, like a Roman gypsy she stood up. Deepak sat at the edge of the bed with his penis standing almost upright. He then asked Gayathri to sit on his thighs, with her legs folded behind his back. As she sat on him, lifting her skirt up,
He pointed the tip of his penis at her pussy entrance, which was well lubricated with her juices and his saliva. The head slipped inside the pussy, but could not enter Gayathri’s depths. She cried out in pain and asked Deepak to stop and that they could continue later. It looked as though she had been pierced by a spear, the way the shaft of the penis was attached to her. Deepak held her close without pushing any further and pulled her close.
She was sitting on his thighs with the tip inside her, but with a gap in between them. Deepak kneaded her breasts with force and took one in the mouth. Gayathri closed her eyes and sighed. The skirt fell over the penis in a design, hiding the point of entry. Deepak waited for this opportunity and rolled her below him and at the same time pushed hard with all his strength. Gayathri shrieked as the length of the penis forcibly slid into her, with a plopping sound.
Her hymen had broken and she was completely filled. She cried and asked him to pull out, but Deepak held her tightly. “No No Deepak no, it’s paining its ripping me apart” she yelled “I can’t take it any longer”. He did not move but just lay on her. She was sweating all over with Deepak moving his hands all over her body – soothly, pressing her hard pointed breasts and kissing her trying to calm her down.
The pain of him entering her, made her gasp and shake her head from side to side, pushing Deepak’s libido higher. Her expression was heavenly. She tried to slide away but Deepak pinned her down. Slowly, the pain began to subside. She could feel him all inside her, tightly fitting the walls of her pussy. Deepak now began to move in and out of her, very slowly. “No, no, no, no Ah Yes, yes, harder, harder” her moans increased. The rippling sensation in her body increased and she began moaning.
Deepak increased his speed and rammed into her forcefully, her moans increased. As she felt Deepak sliding into her again, she felt that his rod would come out through her mouth. She was experiencing ripple after ripple of orgasms. She tried to hold him down by crossing her legs over his buttocks, but he was stronger than her. She felt her bum being lifted from the bed and then it was rammed down, again and again.
Her hips kept bucking as if they had a life of their own. She kissed Deepak over and over again. Their combined juices flowed out freely and spread out on the bed sheet. After hammering into her for over 20 minutes, Deepak felt himself coming. Her tight walls, the lubricated vagina and her high pitched moans were taking its toll on him. Even her sister hadn’t given him this kind of pleasure.
He stiffened and then a torrent of hot cum shot into Gayathri, who felt another tremor of orgasm coming through which washed over her completely and threatened to destroy her completely with sheer pleasure. Deepak was still very still. “Gayathri, Are you satisfied?” he asked. “Please don’t leave me. Take me one more time Jiju my darling Jiju” whimpered Gayathri. Deepak did not break the posture and lifted one of her leg over his shoulder, making her back to face him.
He now removed her skirt from over her head making her totally nude. His cock was still in her. He then made Gayathri to go on her knees on the bed, and he stood behind her. Bending and holding her two boobs in his hands he commenced fucking her doggy style. Gayathri bent her head to see between her dangling breasts being held by his strong hands and that his thick prick going in and out of her, and then she slowly rose on her knees to kiss him.
The second time was faster because of the change in position and the frenzy with which Deepak fucked her. She was moaning and moaning. She was sweating all over and her brain was in overdrive by the continuous pleasure. Eventually, Deepak shot his load a second time but Gayathri was too engrossed to notice as she was being assaulted continuously by one tremendous orgasm after another.
After sometime, Deepak sat down and pulled Gayathri on his lap, with his cock still into her. “See, you have taken all of me in you” he said proudly. She smiled shyly. “Are you on pills? If not, I keep your Didi’s pills in the drawer and you can take two of them today. We don’t want anything untoward to happen, do we? And just for safety, take one every day, at least till I am here. I don’t think I want to lose any other opportunity to keep my beloved Saali happy.
Jiju, I want you in me through out. Promise me that whenever you come with Didi, you will continue your lessons to me” she begged. “Of course, my dear, of course” Deepak assured her. After some time, as he got up to wash, Gayathri called out. “Jiju, wait. I have yet to finish” she held his prick and put it in her mouth. She sucked and licked as she had seen her Didi clean up after the job yesterday.
Deepak was satisfied and returned her favour by licking her pussy clean. He told her that the next time he would shave her pussy for her like he does for her Didi. He carried her to the bath and washed her clean, not before taking her once more, this time with her standing against the wall, her breasts pressed against his chest and the shower running at full. So this was what they were doing yesterday, thought Gayathri.
She had never imagined making love to someone standing up. Frankly, she thought it wasn’t possible. That day, her beloved Jiju taught her otherwise. Once they were done, they then dressed up, changed the bed sheet and came out, just in time to hear the doorbell ring. That was Parvathi returning from the hairdressers blissfully unaware of what had transpired, or was she? Please send your feedback, as always to firstname.lastname@example.org