Shyama’s First Fuck

Today was the honeymoon night of Shyama’s brother. What the married

couple do on honeymoon night, she was anxious to know. When everyone in

the house had slept, she quietly got out of her bed and taking advantage

of the situation she walked towards her brother’s room.

It was a hot summer night and one of the windows was slightly open. There was dim light in the room. She removed the curtain of the window a little aside and peeped inside from the crack in the middle of the window — her brother and Bhabhi were enjoying the first night in the bed specially decorated for the occasion.

‘My God!’ she exclaimed inaudibly. She was relishing the sexual act of a couple for the first time. When she looked inside they were only in their undies. Her brother was lying on top of Bhabhi’s body and was licking her nipples holding her boobs in his both hands. Bhabhi was wriggling under his pressing body and his sucking lips on her tits. He then moved lower kissing her body all along till he reached down between her legs. He pulled her panty down a bit and had a good look at her pubic hair. He rubbed the area with his hand and tried to locate the opening. She moaned and pulled him up.

Shyama’s brother got up and removed his underwear. She saw a fully-grown, erect penis first time in her life. He now had removed Bhabhi’s panty from her legs and spreading her legs mounted on her. With his rod between her legs he pushed. After that he started moving his hips up and down and Shyama knew what was happening. Bhabhi was crying with pleasure and was thrusting her hips to his strokes.

Shyama could stand no more of it. She walked back to her room. She had a

sleepless night. Her yet untouched youthful body was burning with desire. She was yearning for a naked male body. She was thinking of all the young males known to her. The images of a number of persons arose in her mind. Her thoughts were — with whom to share the secrets of life? To whom should she invite to share the bed with her? To whom should she surrender herself and the treasure of her youth? And how?

She remembered Rajesh. He was a young boy of twenty, who lived in her

neighborhood and was a handsome gentle boy of good health and habits. He

was a college student and as he was poor, he did some private tuition. As a neighbor he was familiar with Shyama. Quite often they played badminton in their backyard with other friends of their age.

Shyama knew that he used to get up at five in the morning and after answering the nature’s call, he would take his bath and sit for his studies. This was his daily routine. Shyama looked into her watch — it was ten to five in the morning. From her window she looked towards Rajesh’s window. The light was on which meant he was awake. She closed her room and came out of her bungalow. She proceeded towards Rajesh’s room. The door was open and she quietly walked into the room. It was a moderate room with one cot, a table and a chair. There was a shelf on one side to keep his books. The bathroom was in one corner surrounded with only three feet high walls with opening on one side. Rajesh was taking his bath. He was surprised at Shyama’s sudden appearance in his room. ‘You… at this time?’

‘Yes… there was something urgent!’ ‘Right, you please take your seat and let me finish with my bath. It will take me only a few minutes,’ and he continued taking his bath.

Shyama was looking at his body. The image of her nude brother moving on

top her bhabhi’s naked body in the bed was floating in her eyes. She suddenly approached Rajesh. ‘Let me have the soap, I’ll rub your back with it.’ ‘No, thank you I will do it myself,’ he was startled at her move.

As if she did not hear him, she took the soap cake from his hand and started rubbing his back. Rajesh had never dreamt that Shyama would ever ‘No. Why should I object!’ ‘Then why are you silent?’ she asked.

Instead of saying something Rajesh looked towards the open door. He was

Shyama sensed his apprehension and closed the door. She returned to Rajesh and looked into his face and tried to read it. Seeing relief in his eyes she suddenly unwrapped her dupatta and placed it on the bed. ‘It will get spoiled.’ She again started rubbing soap on his back. Rajesh was speechless. Shyama called, ‘Rajesh…’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Face me. Let me rub your chest also.’

She was leaning towards him he could see inside the sagging neckline of her kameez. He had a good look at the pair of fleshy globes held by a small bra. Her breasts seemed to be popping out of the brassier. Shyama had determined to seduce Rajesh so he would satisfy her sexual hunger, which had tortured her for the whole of the night. Seeing Rajesh staring inside her kameez, she asked, ‘What are you looking at, Rajesh?’ ‘Nothing,’ Rajesh was embarrassed.

Shyama was rubbing soap on his body. He said in wavering voice, ‘It is

enough, Shyama. I will myself….’ ‘You keep quite. I am enjoying it. Do you dislike it?’ ‘No, no… er.. yes, yes…’ Rajesh could utter no words. Shyama laughed at it. Rajesh also laughed.

Shyama’s physical contact had aroused the virility in Rajesh and the little underwear that he wore was too short to hide his tremendous excitement. His hardened penis had created a big bulge in the front. Just then the cake slipped from her hand and fell between his thighs. Before Rajesh could do anything, Shyama reached there to pick it up and her hand touched the bulge in his shorts. She gently started rubbing his thighs with the soap. Rajesh could not understand what all that was. What does she want from him? Her hands were slipping on his thighs. She suddenly said, ‘Stand up a little.’

Rajesh like an obedient child stood up. She pulled his underwear down!!Rajesh was bewildered and placing his palm on his erect cock he shouted on a suppressed tone, ‘What is this you are doing?’ ‘Just cleaning. Soap should be smeared on all parts of the body to keep it healthy! Now sit down.’

Rajesh sat down quietly. What could he say now? What was left? He had

surrendered the ’steering-wheel’ of his boat in her hands.

Shyama started applying soap on his erect penis and the balls underneath. She applied the soap on his entire pubic area. She gripped his cock and rubbed it up and down which made Rajesh mad with excitement.

‘It is too hot today. I also feel like taking a bath with you,’ with this without waiting for a word she took her kameez off. She unhooked her bra and then pulled the string of her salwar. The loose garment fell down on the floor. She took her legs out and with Rajesh gaping at her; she proceeded to remove her panties. She stood there naked. Her firm breasts, erect nipples, plump body and her pubic area. It was a feast for his eyes.’Now you soap my body.’

She rinsed her body and sat in his naked lap. She felt his cock pricking against her buttocks. Taking Rajesh’s both hands she placed them on her breasts and said, ‘Go on, rub…’ Rajesh started rubbing the soap gently on her breasts. Shyama was filled with ecstasy, she closed her eyes.

‘Only soap is not enough. You have to use your hands, too. Like this…’

she took his bare hand and placing on her boobs rubbed it. Rajesh dropped the soap and with his both hands extended from below her armpits cupped her both the tits and started squeezing them. He started rubbing her entire body — shoulders, waist, stomach and then his hands went down between her legs. Shyama parted her legs a bit more and he was rubbing her slit with his fingers. The touch was exhilarating, the soap and water increasing the pleasure.

He was on the floor itself and climbed on top of her. She squirmed and twirled

while his wet and soapy rock-hard penis penetrated her vaginal hole. Shyama was in throes of ecstatic pain when the entire length of his cock was deep inside her and he had started moving it up and down. The friction of the penis on her cunt walls slowly became less painful and more pleasurable.

With all his vigor Rajesh indulged in the screwing to satisfy her. The gentle and simple Rajesh was in the captivity of youthfulness. The two were oblivious of the world or the world was reduced to themselves. They had a good time playing the game of sex and co-operated with each other to the fullest extent making the best of the occasion. When they reached the orgasm and it was over Shyama had the signs of contentment on her face. She was smiling. ‘Believe me, Rajesh, I have never experienced this before.’ ‘I believe you, Shyama.’

‘I wish we could repeat the game once more. Just once doesn’t seem to be

enough.’ ‘Who is stopping you? It depends on your guts.’

‘Have you enough yourself?’ ‘Oh! Sure I have.’

‘Talk of the night in the night…’ and Rajesh pulled Shyama with renewed vigor and zeal. She sighed, moaned and hissed when he started moving again. She was crying ‘No’ ‘No more’ ‘Please, I will die’ and Rajesh was filled with more enthusiasm. He was smiling triumphantly.