Wednesday, October 21, 2009

MALLU AUNTY SEX WITH SERVENT (PART-1)

MALLU SERVENT SEX

MALLU SERVENT S



I
am an Indian housewife age 40 living in the USA. I would like to tell you a
true incident in my  life, which happened last year. I had all along a very active
and satisfying sex life with my husband Girish and our swapping friends in the
USA. Last summer I went to India and was visiting my elder brother in
Dehradun (UP). After few days I was there my  brother's family needed to attend
a wedding of my  bhabhi's cousin sister in Delhi. They also invited me to go to
the wedding but being a very hot summer I liked Dehradun's cool climate better
and decided to stay in Dehradun. My brother promised me to come back within
three days. He said that since I will be alone in the house he would fully
instruct his servant to take care of me when they are away and I should not
have any problems. I told him not to worry about me and if I get bored I can go
sightseeing around Dehradun and Mussoorie.
They had a servant Gopal, who worked full-time in their house and helped
them in cooking, cleaning, and other domestic works. He was quite young and
if my guess goes right, he must be around 17-18 years old. He must not be more
than 5'6” tall, with very slim small frame body. Gopal was quite dutiful,
efficient and honest and because of these reasons, every one liked him. My
bhabhi explained everything to Gopal and they left for the wedding in the
morning.
At noon Gopal made lunch for me, which I ate and since it was really hot I went
to the bedroom to lie down. Soon, because of the heat I started having
headache and body ache and could not sleep. I thought if someone can
massage my  head and body I will feel better. Basically, I was looking for a
woman to do this job so I asked Gopal if he knew some lady nearby who could
do the massage for me. Gopal thought for a while and said he didn't know any
woman in the neighborhood. But he suggested that he himself would be able to
do this job. I thought he is only 18 year old boy and there is no harm in getting
massage from him. So I said ok and asked him to give me massage after
finishing his domestic duties. Gopal came to me after half an hour and asked
me how I am feeling and if I would like him to give me the massage. I was now
getting ready to apply hair oil on my hair myself. Gopal saw that and said "I can 
do that better, Give the bottle to me." He almost snatched it from my hand and
told me to sit up on the edge of the bed. I was wearing a pink cotton sari with a
matching blouse. I love to put on pink dresses as that suits my  fair complexion
very well. Gopal was wearing a shirt and a pajama and stood behind me,
loosened my  lovely long, black hair and let it fall on my  back. He started
applying hair oil onto my hair. The whole room got filled up with the sweet
fragrance of the hair oil that people use in India. He praised my long hair and
caringly applied oil to my  scalp and then put his fingers through the strands of
my  hair and started massaging my head.
Gopal applied the massage oil on his both palms and applied them on my
forehead. Gopal told me that massage is good for the body and a good massage
should always start from the top. He gently massaged my forehead and then my
neck, cheeks and chin. He softly applied oil on the bridges of my  nose and even
cared to apply a bit of oil to my nostril openings. I relaxed and enjoyed what he
was doing. He massaged my neck again. After that his hands came close to my
ears. He asked me to remove my earrings so he can apply oil on my ears. I
asked him to take off my earrings, so he did and applied oil in every part of my
ears. My  body was put to rest. It was so relaxing, so enjoyable. I wanted him to
continue with my face for some more time.
Gopal's fingers slowly approached my  neck again. I was wearing a Mangal
Sutra and perhaps that was causing a bit of hindrance to his massage. So he
asked me if I would remove my  mangal sutra. I willingly unhooked that from
my  neck. Gopal took it from me and carefully put it on the bedside desk. He
could then massage my throat and the neck region without any obstruction.
After this, Gopal took my right palm in his hand and gently rubbed it with his
palm. Then he individually massaged each of my  fingers. He was doing
everything with such a great care that I had a great feeling of liking from
within. He repeated the same things with my left palm. He was all the time
talking to me and that must have helped in making the atmosphere easy. I was
having pink nail polish on my nails. Gopal smiled and joked, "Memsahib,
everything is pink for you today." With the oil on it, those were glittering. The
next item of massage was surely my hands. Gopal removed all my bangles from
my  hand. He then rubbed my hands with force, sometimes pressing and
kneading. I could sense that my blood flow was increasing and I was feeling
hot, even though the ceiling fan was revolving right above my head.
Gopal gathered greater and greater strength and continued to massage my
hands up to the elbows for some more time. My blouse was covering rest of my
hands. When his fingers moved above my elbows, he softly whispered in my
ears, "Memsahib, why  don't you take off your.... it would be spoiled with the

oil". I guessed because of his shyness he couldn't complete the sentence, but I
could clearly get the signal that he wanted my blouse removed. Although, I was
under this tension for a long time before my massage, when the moment came, I
was so much engrossed in the massage that I didn't hesitate to remove it. I
unbuttoned the blouse from the front and Gopal helped me to take it out of my
hands. I had a bra inside and I covered the exposed parts of my  back with the
palloo of my  sari. I also asked Gopal to remove his shirt before it gets spoiled
with oil and he quickly obliged. After removing his shirt he came back to me
and now Gopal's fingers could now freely move above my  elbows, right up to
my  shoulder joints and arm pits. He was saying that my hands were too soft and
massaged them with greater strength and energy. I was having increased blood
circulation and wanted him to continue the massage in this manly way. He then
rubbed my shoulders and uncovered my pallu to the extent that he could
completely massage the upper area of my back. He asked me how I was feeling.
I admitted that the massage was bringing great comforts to me and he was
surely doing a great job.
While he was massaging my back and especially my pain region, I suddenly felt
that all my pain had completely gone. It was just incredible. I was deeply
engrossed and I didn't even bothered to protest, as Gopal's trembling fingers
unhooked my brassier strap at the back. GOD!! I was never prepared for this.
Gopal slowly removed my bras, as I tried to protect my  chuchiyan with my sari.
The servant was sitting behind me and could freely massage all over my bare
back. He started gently with my spinal chord and the regions around it and
massaged with force both sides of my  back. At one stage, I felt that his fingers
were quite close to me chuchiyan. I was wondering what would happen, if his
fingers accidentally touched my chuchiyan. The moment this fear came to my
mind, my  heart started throbbing. I was torn between embarrassment and
arousal. I realized I was getting quite horny - my face was getting red, my  eyes
were burning, my pulse rate was increasing and I started getting a sexy
sensation between my legs. I knew that given the employer-servant relationship
between us, Gopal would never dare to touch me there. But, somehow, at that
moment, all my sexual desires, which were absent for the past few days got
revived.
I desperately wanted a male hand to touch my body all over. For the first time, I
dared to have a dirty fantasy of the servant grabbing my chuchiyan. GOD!!
What am I doing? Am I forgetting all social norms and taboos? Am I still in my
senses? I realized all my powers of arguments, powers of thinking were gone.
At that moment I only wanted a hard male squeezing of my chuchiyan. I was
desperately waiting for an accident to happen. But no! No accident was
happening ! His hands were still keeping a modest distance. I was getting
restless for a touch. I thought what is the harm, I don't live here, no body will
know about this, and I will happily go back to USA in a few days. So I could
not stop myself and finally I just pointed fingers to my chuchiyan and asked
with a husky, trembling voice, "Gopal wouldn't you like to massage me in the
front too" I turned my face to him. The 18-year-old young man blushed and
looked red. Suddenly my eyes fell on his pajama. I tried to look away from his
pajama but something hard and long inside prompted me to keep looking. I saw
that his swollen lund has made his pajama a tent and I could make out that he is
also getting horny now by giving me this massage. I saw that there was a wet
spot on the pajama tent made by his precum oozing out of his lund. That sight
made me more excited. I was trying to visualize his wet erect lund inside his
pajamas and felt that my hot choot started tingling strangely and I could sense
my  molten choot cream after a prolonged period of abstinence from sex since I
came to India from.
" Memsahib, I --I thought you wouldn't allow me to do it there --" he was
clearly stammering in excitement and fear. "No, no, you are a very good boy.
Why should I mind. After all, it's a massage isn't it." , I tried to assure. Gopal
could not wait any longer. He oiled his palm again, put it on my both chuchiyan
and started pressing them. It was for the first time in my  married life that a
person in India other than my husband had taken control of my chuchiyan.
"Ohh ...! Squeeze it .... ! Squeeze it more ...!" that's what I wanted to shout, but I
tried to apply my control. Gopal was faithfully oiling my  chuchiyan. My  hard
nipples, the dark pink circle surrounding that and all over. He was doing with
his both hands fully cupping my chuchiyan, sometimes softly, sometimes
tightly, giving a different sensation at every moment. GOD ! who taught him to
be a lover like this. Nature. I wondered. For the first time, I started making soft
verbal expressions. "Don't feel shy Gopal do it nicely, a---h just like this !!"
Gopal was too excited to talk to me. He faithfully obliged and drove me wild
with greater and greater ecstasies.
While Gopal was cupping my chuchiyan, his hands were working under the
palloo of my  sari and I was still careful in not exposing my chuchiyan
completely to him. Actually, he was still sitting behind me and although my
chuchiyan were completely in his possession, those were out of his direct view.
After completely satisfying me with the breast massage, Gopal's hands reached
my  belly. I was enjoying the tickling sensation, especially when his index
finger reached my navel. He put some extra oil inside that to make it a pool and
tapped there a few times. While he was caring this region, I was trying to
imagine the next part of his massage. Where would it be. Below my waist and
lower belly. God ! I couldn't imagine anything more. My  sex-starved choot was
creaming with a fresh supply of choot juice. It was paining. I was dreaming if I
could ask him to give me a massage of my  choot. I was certainly not bold
enough to utter these things in reality. Instead, I was trying to apply my

willpower to control such dirty desires within me. I was unable to explain how
could I adventure this much with such a young boy.
Gopal was ready. Like me, he too must have wanted. He was visibly tense and I
was tempted to look at his pajama. His lund had formed a big tent there and I
could find the spot of wetness growing. I was losing control. My hands were
eager to touch the strong manhood of this strong young boy. But, I am the lady
of the house now and he is my  servant. I must not give him a feeling that I am
in urgent need of a sex. At the same time, I wanted my  lust to flourish under the
disguise of the massage. Now I wanted him to massage me below my waist and
lower belly. But he started massaging my chuchiyan again. When his hands
again rested on my  eager chuchiyan and were pressing my hard erect nipples, I
moaned loudly, expressing my passion, as he built up his strengths more and
more. He started squeezing my  chuchiyan again, moving both his palms all
over them to make them slippery with oil. My  chuchiyan were almost red now.
Should I give him a glance of what he has done to my chuchiyan. The moment
this thought came to my  mind, I felt my whole body getting baked in the heat of
passion. No, not now, I thought. When he finished massaging my top half, I was
so deeply engrossed in pleasure that it was difficult for me to leave it at that
stage. I wanted more of it. Yes, in the lower part of my body. Yes, I wanted it,
rather I was dying for it. And, I had to say at last, "Gopal, it's wonderful. I can't
stop here. Wouldn't you please massage rest of my body too?" I almost begged
with lust.
Now, I turned and my chuchiyan were exposed to him. He was too excited and
speechless. Maybe, he never dreamt of this situation in a lady-servant
relationship. Nor did I, but it was. At that moment, I was ready to gift my body
to him. I looked at his tent. It was steadily going up and up. The region in his
pajama was getting more and more soaked with increased oozing of his juice.
It's a human body. Our mind may  understand taboos, morality, inhibitions and
other forbidden aspects, but body doesn't. When a river is desperate to break its
embankments, you can't stop it. And in moments, when the lust is too strong,
your mind won't listen to you. The desperate river will wash away the dams that
you may  like to construct. I wanted to touch his throbbing lund now. But
immediately felt that at least he must complete the massage before anything
gets out of control. I asked him to massage rest of my body again.
Gopal asked me to lie down on the bed on my  stomach. My sari was almost
unwrapped. I took out the folds of my sari underneath the petticoat and
removed it completely before lying down on the bed. My  petticoat was the only
garment that covered the lower part of my body and I didn't wear any panties,
while I am at home. After I lay down on my stomach, Gopal had to start his next
part of the job. "Memsahib, you like to keep it on your body? he asked with a
clumsy voice, pointing to my petticoat. My  sexual tensions were at its peak, but
still I hesitated for a moment to directly answer. Certainly, Gopal was not
courageous enough to remove my last piece of garment without my verbal
consent. I was  silent. My choot was quivering and I felt that all my juices
would now burst out of it. I desperately wanted my  petticoat out of my body.
Still I was silent. What was holding me up. Social norms, taboo, age difference.
Perhaps everything and perhaps nothing. Gopal started massaging lower part
of my waist and my legs from my feet to the thighs while the petticoat was still
on. "How will you massage me unless you remove it" I tried  to keep my  voice
steady, but it obviously betrayed, as the fire within me was on. Gopal's fingers
reached the knot of the petticoat string. I helped him to unfasten it and he did
the rest. He pulled my petticoat down and down further, below my  chutars,
thighs, legs and toes. He took out the payal from my legs. Now I was
completely naked laying on the bed, there wasn't even a piece of thread
attached to my body, it was the body that God had gifted to me, with nothing
more added to it.
While Gopal was removing my petticoat, I wanted to make the whole
atmosphere so very natural that I told him with a husky voice, "What's the point
in being shy before you." as if to suggest that Gopal was so close to me. I tried
to introduce some innocence in my words and  it sounded so very exciting in
my  own ears. Even two days before, could I ever believe that I would dare to lie
down completely naked in front of my  servant. What was unthinkable two days
back, was a naked reality today. I was not in a state to think of the shame and
embarrassment, which was so natural for a lady, with no exception of myself.
My mind just drove me wildly into a new state, where I rather enjoyed and was
excited by my own nudity in front of this young stud. Let him look at his lady
mistress. Let him be proud of his wonderful massaging power that could
transform her lady mistress into a state where she was burning with forbidden
lust for him. Has any lady ever dared to lie naked in front of her servant and
passionately wish for a deep penetration. Is it that I was the first woman to do
this daring act. Possibly yes and I was feeling proud about it.
It was this sense of pride and my ever-growing excitement that took my shame
completely away. I closed my eyes and completely surrendered myself to this
young masseur. His oily hands finally reached my  naked chutars. I am quite
fleshy down there and even a soft pressing of his fingers could penetrate quite
deep into my flesh, all the way up to my bones. He was using both of his hands,
in a rhythmic way. OH  ! It made me feel so...... good !!! As he pressed my
chutars, I could feel more and more pressures on my  bare choot, which was
clearly spoiling the bed sheet underneath. Unknowingly, my fingers went there
to touch my clitoris. "Do it  nicely, everywhere" I said, without clearly
explaining the word "every where." I wasn't sure what message did the word
carry to Gopal. I didn't dare to look at Gopal's condition. I guessed that his
still I hesitated for a moment to directly answer. Certainly, Gopal was not
courageous enough to remove my last piece of garment without my verbal
consent. I was  silent. My choot was quivering and I felt that all my juices
would now burst out of it. I desperately wanted my  petticoat out of my body.
Still I was silent. What was holding me up. Social norms, taboo, age difference.
Perhaps everything and perhaps nothing. Gopal started massaging lower part
of my waist and my legs from my feet to the thighs while the petticoat was still
on. "How will you massage me unless you remove it" I tried  to keep my  voice
steady, but it obviously betrayed, as the fire within me was on. Gopal's fingers
reached the knot of the petticoat string. I helped him to unfasten it and he did
the rest. He pulled my petticoat down and down further, below my  chutars,
thighs, legs and toes. He took out the payal from my legs. Now I was
completely naked laying on the bed, there wasn't even a piece of thread
attached to my body, it was the body that God had gifted to me, with nothing
more added to it.
While Gopal was removing my petticoat, I wanted to make the whole
atmosphere so very natural that I told him with a husky voice, "What's the point
in being shy before you." as if to suggest that Gopal was so close to me. I tried
to introduce some innocence in my words and  it sounded so very exciting in
my  own ears. Even two days before, could I ever believe that I would dare to lie
down completely naked in front of my  servant. What was unthinkable two days
back, was a naked reality today. I was not in a state to think of the shame and
embarrassment, which was so natural for a lady, with no exception of myself.
My mind just drove me wildly into a new state, where I rather enjoyed and was
excited by my own nudity in front of this young stud. Let him look at his lady
mistress. Let him be proud of his wonderful massaging power that could
transform her lady mistress into a state where she was burning with forbidden
lust for him. Has any lady ever dared to lie naked in front of her servant and
passionately wish for a deep penetration. Is it that I was the first woman to do
this daring act. Possibly yes and I was feeling proud about it.
It was this sense of pride and my ever-growing excitement that took my shame
completely away. I closed my eyes and completely surrendered myself to this
young masseur. His oily hands finally reached my  naked chutars. I am quite
fleshy down there and even a soft pressing of his fingers could penetrate quite
deep into my flesh, all the way up to my bones. He was using both of his hands,
in a rhythmic way. OH  ! It made me feel so...... good !!! As he pressed my
chutars, I could feel more and more pressures on my  bare choot, which was
clearly spoiling the bed sheet underneath. Unknowingly, my fingers went there
to touch my clitoris. "Do it  nicely, everywhere" I said, without clearly
explaining the word "every where." I wasn't sure what message did the word
carry to Gopal. I didn't dare to look at Gopal's condition. I guessed that his
erection would now be at its peak and he must be close to reaching his orgasm.
He might be desperately trying to close his floodgates and prevent any
embarrassment in front of me. Gopal's oily palm slowly went upslope up to the
crest of my ass cheek and then traveled down slope.
Gopal was kneading my  oily chutars from both the sides. Gopal's palm was
deeply buried inside my  ass crack and was trying to locate my gaand. He
carefully oiled me there too. I felt a bit of pain in that soft, delicate area of my
body. Along with the pain, there was so much of an illicit pleasure in it ! His
hand almost touched my pubic area, although he didn't exactly do it.
Thereafter, Gopal started  massaging the backside of my thighs. His fingers
then rolled over to the front side of these. He was still not tired, but continued
to grow in strength I felt. He went further on : my knees, my  legs, my toes and
even up to my toe nails. I just can't describe how wonderfully he did. You have
to imagine that. My  entire body was shivering in pleasure - something I had
never experienced before. And where was my pain, because of which I had
agreed to a massage in the first place. I tried to sense my backache, but believe
it or not, I couldn't even feel a trace of it. I suppose I had already crossed the
point where I could tell him to stop for the day.
By then, my choot was feeling restless to accept the strong manhood of my
servant, which was harder than a steel rod and was about to explode. I had fully
revived my sexual passion and I was desperately waiting for a hard rod like
lund to penetrate my  body with a force.



 I felt that my heart bit was going to
cross all possible limits. After finishing my toes and the nails, Gopal paused.
Both of us were speechless. There was an uneasy calmness, exactly the way  it
happens before a storm.  He hadn't yet massaged my shaved bur and I was in no
way  prepared to leave that out. Perhaps he too was eagerly waiting for a signal
from me. He rubbed his palm again on my nude body, this time moving up and
sideways. His palm moved up to my thighbone and his fingers rested on my
groin. Was he waiting for me to tell him about massaging my  body further.
I touched his fingers and slightly raised the left side of my body, leaning right
ways. Still, I was a bit shy about exposing my shaved bur before him. Instead, I
dragged his and my hand together and rested them on my love triangle. That
served two purposes. My  shaved bur was still hidden from his direct view and
at the same time, I was getting a manly touch close to my pleasure zone. He
must have sensed my  wetness there. He was looking so much excited. I sensed
his body heat, which was melting more and more cum within me. I turned my
body sideways and gave him the first view of my naked body from the front.
My nipples were still very tight and erect and Gopal was standing like a vessel
containing vigorously boiling water. Being  so much excited, he must have

forgot that his job was to massage me and stopped moving his hand anywhere
else. Also, how could he, because my left hand was gripping his palm tightly.
I was dying to tell him that I needed a massage in my most sensitive part – my
bur, but what to tell. I couldn't find a right word for my choot which Gopal will
understand and wouldn't sound vulgar. I tried to use a childish word to pretend
a kind of childish innocence in the whole process. "Won't you do massage in
here? I again pressed his hand on my  shaved bur, my jeebh was drying up and
my  throbbing heart-bit was about to cause a heart attack I felt. With renewed
encouragement, Gopal pressed his palm around my  bur in a bid to massage
there. His palm was getting thoroughly soaked with my choot juice. Gopal was
standing quite close to me now. I felt I could almost touch his manhood. And
then suddenly grabbed his lund over his pajama. Was I touching a hot iron rod.
It must be at least 9-10 inches long and 2 inches thick. I could feel the direct
heat, even though his pajama's fabric was hiding his lund. But I felt his lund's
wetness as his precum was leaking out from his lund and wetting his pajama. I
unfastened its string as I lay down on my back, parting my thighs wide apart.
The sliding of his pajama was halted by his big erection, as its top front portion
was unable to slide past his massive erect lund.
I started laughing wildly out of my own excitement as well as the big dirty fun
that was involved with it. I gave his pajama a small jerk and then it fell down
on the floor, exposing his massive erection. He wasn't wearing anything
underneath and so, this made him completely naked. I was amazed by the
magnificence of his dark, strong, and thick lund which was at least 9 inches
long and 2-3 inch thick. I was totally flabbergasted by the size of his lund in an
18-year old boy's very slim small frame body. His lund was like a big black
steel rod but its head was pink. The precum was oozing from his lund and the
peeling foreskin on top of it was shining with his precum. I sensed he was
about to lose his erection because of his nervousness, inexperience and may be
un-preparedness of the situation. So I grabbed his big lund in my hand and
started caressing his lund with my palm by stroking it up and down slowly. His
lund swelled up within seconds under my fist. His fingers went inside my bur.
His index finger touched my  clitoris and I moaned, almost reaching my  orgasm.
I could smell my  own juice and the precum drops that oozed out of his lund
into my  palm. With the rustic smell coming out of his naked body, the smell of
olive oil from my own naked body and the combined smell of our love juices
made the entire environment so seductive !!!
"You have to use this tool to massage me there", I said, signaling him by
squeezing his lund gently with my  fingers. I was trying to suggest that I
couldn't wait any longer for a coital pleasure. Instead of telling that directly, I
tried to behave as if everything was a part of the massage and it's a part of the
job that he had willingly volunteered. Gopal was too excited to express his
feelings. At this point, Gopal came on the bed and I opened my silky thighs for
him exposing my  shaved bur fully to him. He sat between my  open thighs and
his big lund was now slightly touching my bur. His body was shivering as his
lund rubbed against my puffed-up choot. He was still hesitating so I grabbed
his lund and pulled his lund towards my bur closer to its opening. With my one
hand I tried to open my bur lips and put his lund inside my bur opening. Then I
put my both hands behind him on his chutars and pulled him towards my body
and his eager lund slowly started piercing my inviting wet opening. My choot
was thoroughly wet and I guide his lund deeper and deeper down, up to the end
of the tunnel. His lund was really very thick, fully widening my choot lips and
stretching my choot walls giving me the utmost pleasure.
I cried out with joy, as the servant went further and further inside my  bur. "Now
you can start the massage there" I said in a naughty manner. I wanted to make
the boy understand that fucking is just a part of the massage. I could then feel
that he has started pushing his massive black lund slowly in and out of my bur
with short strokes. I also started raising my chutars to meet his strokes and
asked him to start pumping me faster. Now he started fucking me harder, with
long and fast strokes. He would forcefully thrust his entire big and long lund
all the way  inside my bur, then quickly withdraw it outside just leaving the
head just between my choot lips and quickly again push it all the way
stretching my choot to the maximum. I closed my eyes and let him fuck me as
long as he wants. His strokes were becoming faster and faster and he must have
pumped my bur like this for a long time at least half an hour or more, holding
my  both legs with his hands, stretching my thighs wide open and fully exposing
my  puffed bur for his pleasure. I must have already cum twice and we both
were sweating frantically.
There was a storm all around me. A storm that was threatening to blow
everything up and it did. I could hear the murmurs of the storm. Everything was
deafening. The storm has to end soon. It did. It ended in rains, lots of rains, as
both of us reached our ultimate climax and my choot got flooded with my juice
first and then Gopal's lund juice. I held him tightly in my arms and asked him to
hold me tightly and keep laying on top of me with his lund inside my bur until
all his lund juice is discharged inside my choot. Gopal obliged and held me
tightly until the last drop of his cum came out, his lund became almost limp and
started coming out of my bur. Gopal's love juice was also started oozing out of
my  choot making my thighs wet and sticky. I grabbed my  sari, wiped my thighs
and the choot, then hold Gopal's semi limp lund in my hand and cleaned it with
my  sari. He got up from my body and looked at me with gratitude, as if to say
that he had got the best possible reward for the wonderful massage that he had
offered to me. I kissed this young boy with my gratitude before getting out of
the bed. I grabbed Gopal's hand and dragged him to the bathroom and closed


the door. I turned the shower on and asked him to wash me all over my naked
body. I wanted to express my  joy too so I also washed his body paying my
special attention to his big black lund. I pulled his foreskin all the way,
exposed his head fully and washed his lund by slowly stroking it with soap in
my  hand. I was humming some tunes that came to me instantly. I again felt
horny to think that I have two and a half days more to go with this young stud.
It was already 4 o'clock and I asked Gopal to make tea for me. He did not
bother to dress up, went to the kitchen nude, made tea for me, and served me
naked. I noticed that his lund was trying to get erect again, the foreskin was
stretching backwards and his pink head was trying to peek out of his dark
foreskin. After the tea, I asked Goal to lay down with me on the bed and sleep
with me. He immediately obliged me and slept with me holding me tight as I
held his massive black lund in my hand and slowly playing with it. I enjoyed
moving his foreskin back and forth on his lund head slowly, Gopal was playing
with my silky chutars, squeezing them lightly and sucking my chuchiyaan one
after another. We must have slept for more than two hours as we got up past six
o'clock............




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