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Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal Ch. 08

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Author's Notes:

To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01.

Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them.

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Savita remained awake for a long time that night. Although it was not her intention to keep tabs on Shyam and Kajal's activities, she found herself unable to fall asleep. Her sensitive ears picked up occasional sounds emanating from the bedroom. She thought she heard moans, an occasional muffled scream, some scuffling, tinkling of anklets and once, some laughter. Her imagination ran riot as she tried to picture what might be happening inside. She found herself getting aroused as she conjured up visions of Shyam's thick, hard cock belaboring Kajal's tight young cunt. She hugged a pillow tightly against her aching breasts and tried to go to sleep...

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Savita was up early next morning, as usual. As she busily went about her morning chores, she heard Kajal go into the bathroom. It was unusually early for her; Kajal normally never woke up before 8:30 or even 9 AM. In a short while, Kajal sprang into the kitchen. While Kajal was by nature a happy, good natured person, that day she was in an exceptionally cheerful and energetic mood. She felt as if the world lay at her feet. Her heart sang and the song found an echo in the tune she hummed under her breath.

"Didi, mai taiyar hoon. Aapki kya madad karoon?"

"Didi, I am ready! What help can I give you?" Kajal asked.

Well! That's a change; thought Savita. Kajal wasn't one to wake up so early and on top of that offer to help her in her chores. She held Kajal at arms length and took a long look at her. Kajal wore a loose, thin cotton caftan gathered at the waist by a thick cotton cord. Her long, damp, freshly washed hair hung loose, held together at the nape of her neck by a clip. She wore a gold-and-black mangalsutra around her neck, a few green glass bangles on her wrists and vermilion colored sindoor in the parting of her hair, all indicative of her married status. Other than that, she didn't wear any ornaments or makeup. Her complexion was glowing, smooth, satiny and flawless. A slight inflammation of her eyelids and faint dark circles under the eyes testified to the fact that she hadn't slept much the previous night. Although Kajal's dark brown complexion didn't bruise easily, Savita's observant eye picked up a swelling on her upper lip and a bite mark on her dainty chin. In spite of this, Kajal looked wonderfully fresh, lively and cheerful.

However, the most striking thing about Kajal that morning was the expression on her face: relaxed, happy, fully satiated and almost complacent, like a cat that's swallowed a canary. A naughty, knowing smile playing on her lips, Savita wordlessly cocked an enquiring eyebrow at Kajal. Kajal blushed and rushed to Savita, hugging her tight. Suddenly, a dam seemed to have burst and Kajal started to talk. With hardly any prompting from Savita, Kajal began narrating her intimate experiences and innermost feelings, interspersed with periods of silence when her mind went back to re-live some of the secret moments that she had spent with Shyam...

"Didi, aaj mai bahut khush hoon! Itna sukh ab tak meri zindagi mein mujhe kabhi nahi mila tha."

"Didi, I'm so happy today! I've never before experienced such bliss in my life." Kajal said. Her still sore pussy spasmed and moistened her fresh panties as she remembered the time she'd seen Shyam standing at the bedroom door last night...

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The bedroom had been lit by a dim night lamp. It was a small room, having just enough space for a double bed, a compact wardrobe and a dresser. A window mounted air-conditioner hummed in the background, cooling the room down to a pleasant temperature. Kajal had been sitting on the neatly made bed, eyes downcast; her back to the bedroom door. She had been decked out like a bride, dressed in a beautiful, intricately embroidered red on white ghagra-choli outfit with a translucent odhni covering her head and upper body. Shyam had noticed that the choli was completely backless, with just two thin spaghetti strings running across at the top and bottom, tying it in place. She'd worn a full set of gold ornaments. Her long, thick tresses had been piled high on her head, held in place by pins. She'd worn white mogra flowers in her hair. The smell of a heavy Arabic perfume had greeted Shyam. Although Shyam much preferred her natural scent to any perfume, he appreciated her effort to make herself desirable to him. Kajal seemed lost in her thoughts and hadn't reacted to Shyam's entry into the bedroom.

"Aao."

"Come." Shyam had said, clearing his throat and stretching out his arms.

Kajal had spun around and looked at him, her pussy liquefying at the sound of his voice and her heart hammering against her ribcage.

"Uhh..." She'd let out an involuntary low whimper. Shyam had stood still at the door. Almost in a trance, Kajal had got up and advanced towards him, her legs shaking and her palms sweating in excitement. She couldn't bear to look at him as she'd stopped a couple of feet away, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Shyam had switched on an overhead light to bathe the room in diffuse light. He'd put a finger under her chin and gently raised her face. Her large, liquid eyes had met his and again she'd looked down, her lips trembling. He had never before seen her so nervous and excited. He had been rather surprised. After all, this was hardly their first time together. Some of her excitement had rubbed off on him and he too had started getting breathless and felt his cock harden and swell. He'd gently caressed her face with his fingertips, allowing them to drag across her smooth forehead, soft cheeks, and moist, half open lips. She'd gently held his finger between her teeth as it slipped inside her lips. His fingers had continued their lazy journey over her ears and then down the side of her neck...

"Unhh... unhh..." Kajal had started moaning under her breath, almost inaudibly.

Shyam had then gently removed the pins holding her odhni in place on her head and the smooth translucent silk odhni had slid off. She'd stood in front of him clad only in her brief backless choli and silk ghagra (ankle length skirt) tied low on her waist. She'd looked ravishingly sexy and beautiful, her bosom rising and falling in time with her short, gasping breaths and her navel winking out above her waistband. She'd worn a full ensemble of ornaments: heavy jhumkas in her ears, a diamond stud in her nose, a couple of necklaces, an arm band around her right arm, an assortment of gold and glass bangles on her wrists, anklets with tiny bells on her ankles... Shyam had thought that that was too much of a burden on her.

"Utaro."

"Take them off." He'd whispered a command, pointing to her jhumkas.

She'd complied. He'd then pointed wordlessly to a necklace and soon it had come off too. One by one, she'd taken off her ornaments and placed them on the dresser, except for the diamond stud in her nose and the anklets on her feet. His fingers had caressed and gently pinched her bare earlobes. Goose pimples had risen on her flesh and a shudder had passed through her slender frame. Without his prompting, she'd turned around and offered her almost bare back to him. He'd gently untied the knots on the upper and lower spaghetti strings holding her choli in place. He'd made her face the mirror on the dresser while standing behind her. A gentle nudge and the loosened choli had slid off her breasts, although the tight sleeves had remained in place on her arms. She'd not been wearing a bra under the choli. His fingers and palms had roamed all over her bare back and shoulders as he'd looked into her half closed eyes through the mirror. With a low moan, she'd leaned back and rested her back against his chest. She'd felt his hard cock against her buns and rubbed herself against his erection.

Shyam's cock had grown fully hard and he'd felt precum oozing out. He'd put his arms around her and started fondling her high, round, plump breasts. They were big enough to make nice handfuls. Soon Kajal's eyes had closed completely and her nipples had become stiff and sticky to touch as she'd lost herself in the indescribably pleasurable sensations emanating from them. Shyam had licked her earlobe and then planted a kiss on her open mouth as she'd turned her head sideways, seeking his lips. After enjoying the pleasure of playing with her breasts and nipples for a long while, Shyam had stopped. Kajal was fully aroused and he'd wanted to get her talking in that state.

"Meri jaan, tu aaj mujhse kya chahti hai?"

"My darling, what do you want from me today?" He'd asked.

"Bhaiya, mujhse pyaar kijiye."

"Bhaiya, please make love to me." She'd whispered shyly, eyes closed.

"Wohi toh kar raha hoon!"

"That's what I'm doing!" He'd replied naughtily.

"Waise nahi!"

"Not like that!" She'd exclaimed.

"Meri nazar mein nazar mila kar thik thik bataa tujhe kya chahiye."

"Look into my eyes and tell me what you want." He'd commanded.

She'd finally opened her eyes and looked into his through the mirror. Then wordlessly she'd taken his hand and placed it on her crotch, thrusting her hips out against it.

"Lekin tu ne to ghagra pehen rakha hai. Mai kya kar sakta hoon?"

"What can I do, your ghagra is in the way!" He'd teased.

She'd taken the hint and undone the knot of the drawstring of her ghagra. Soon, it had fallen off and pooled around her feet and she'd stood completely naked before him; there were no panties under the ghagra. She'd then turned around to face him. She'd undone the buttons of his kurta and helped him take it off. He'd worked the tight sleeves of her choli off her arms and it had fallen to the floor. Her hands had brushed his hard cock as she loosened the drawstring of his pajamas and pushed it down his legs. She'd run her fingers through his chest hair, and then slowly knelt down, her face level with his hard throbbing cock. She'd taken a deep breath, savoring the masculine smell of his crotch and then exhaled slowly, her hot breath playing on his sensitive cock head. She'd then opened her mouth and taken the head of his cock in, lapping her tongue around and sucking on it.

"Aahh... Kajal meri jaan, tu kitna mazaa de rahi hai mujhe! Lekin aaj tujhe mera lund hi choosna hai ya aur kuchh bhi karna hai?"

"Kajal my love, how wonderful! But are you just going to suck my cock or do you want something more today?" He'd teased after allowing her to suck his cock for a while.

"Shyam Bhaiya, aaj aap mujhe poori tarah apna bana lijiye."

"Shyam Bhaiya, make me wholly yours today." Kajal had begged.

Shyam had laughed and raised her to her feet. He'd then easily picked her up and set her down on the bed, gently making her lie down on her back. He'd lain on his side beside her, his head supported on one hand. His other hand had roamed lazily over the expanse of her naked upper body, playing with her plump, round breasts, hard, shiny nipples; then moving down to her navel, caressing her soft rounded belly until his fingers had eventually combed through her luxuriant pubic thatch. Kajal had kept up a continuous litany of low, throaty moans, wriggling her body and thrashing her head from side to side as she'd surrendered herself to the exquisite pleasure she was receiving at his hands. As soon as she'd felt his fingers on her pubic thatch, she'd opened her thighs wide and started jerking her hips up and down, wordlessly imploring him to touch her pussy.

"Meri jaan, ab tujhe kya chahiye?"

"My love, what do you want now?" He'd asked, fingers caressing her pubic hair.

"Unhh... Ji, mera bojh halka kijiye."

"Unhh... please lighten my burden." She'd responded.

"Meri kuchh samajh nahi aa raha hai. Kya tu mujhse chudwana chahti hai?"

"I don't understand. Do you want me to fuck you?" He'd asked.

"Ji!"

"Yes!" She whispered.

"Aise nahi, saaf saaf bolo."

"Not like this. Please tell me clearly." He'd commanded, his finger slipping into her waiting, wet slit.

"Aahh... Bhaiya, aap please mujhe... chodiye na!"

"Aahh...!" She'd moaned with a sharp intake of breath, "Bhaiya, please... fuck me!"

There! At last she had screwed up her courage and uttered the F word. More blood had rushed into Shyam's cock and it had become even harder, throbbing with his heartbeat. Now Shyam too had become as impatient as Kajal. He'd knelt between her outspread thighs, quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it under her ass. As he'd raised her knees up and pushed them outwards, her outer lips had opened up to reveal the glistening pink petals of her inner lips. His sensitive nose had caught the feminine scent emanating from her open cunt and his cock had oozed more precum.

"Kaisa lag raha hai meri rani?"

"How does it feel, my queen?" He'd asked huskily, pulling back his foreskin and rubbing his cock up and down her slit, making the head completely slick and wet with their combined juices.

"Mmmhh... bahut sukh mil raha hai!"

"Mmmhh... it feels wonderful!" She'd responded, eyes closed, concentrating all her attention on the sensations his cock was producing as it rubbed along her slit.

"Tu ab mera lund andar legi?"

"Will you take my cock now?" He'd asked.

"Ji... jaldi kijiye, ab raha nahi jata!"

"Yes... be quick, I can't wait!" She'd urged.

"Meri jaan, le ab mein teri pyas bujha deta hoon. Meri aankhon mein dekh!"

"My darling, I'm going to slake your thirst now. Look into my eyes!" He'd commanded.

Locking his eyes onto hers, he'd positioned his cock head so it nestled between her inner lips. As he'd held her thighs and slowly pushed in, his bulbous head had spread her labia apart and gone in until it was fully buried. She'd felt his hot cock stretching her pussy open. It had been a strange but wonderful sensation; never before had she been stretched out like this.

"Aaa... aah! Unhh...!" She'd responded with her eyes half closed but still locked into Shyam's, her face a lust filled mask. With one mighty shove of his hips, Shyam had rammed his thick, hard cock home, his pubic bone mashing into hers and his cock head knocking against her cervix.

"Aieeeeee...!" Kajal had screamed out loud.

Kajal had been fully aroused and close to climaxing from the time Shyam had laid her down on the bed. She'd felt a needle sharp stab of pain combined with intense pleasure shoot through her stretched pussy at the moment of full penetration: she had hit her first climax! The sharp pain had by no means reduced her enjoyment of the intense pleasure; indeed it had accentuated it. Upon hearing her scream, Shyam had immediately frozen; his cock still buried deep, his concern showing in his eyes. Gradually, Kajal's pain had ebbed, leaving behind only a delicious, throbbing heat in her pussy. She'd jerked her hips, silently entreating Shyam to continue. He'd pulled out with a sucking sound until only the head remained buried. Once again, with a strong, slow, deliberate movement he'd shoved his cock in up to its hilt.

"Aaahhh...!" Kajal had responded as waves of indescribable pleasure emanated from her pussy.

"Kajal, tujhe mazaa aa raha hai na?"

"Kajal, are you enjoying it?" He'd asked.

"Aahh... Haan...Bhaiya, bas ab khoob kas kar chodiye mujhe!"

"Aahh... Yesss... Bhaiya, just fuck me hard now!" She'd begged, jerking her hips impatiently, all pain washed away as the floodgates of her lust had opened.

Shyam had needed no further encouragement. He had been holding back his lust, playing with Kajal, teasing her to make her beg shamelessly for him to fuck her. He had now become intent on taking his own pleasure and had proceeded to fuck vigorously. He had soon started sweating profusely in spite of the air conditioner as his cock rammed in and out of Kajal's hot, wet pussy. Squelching sounds from her pussy, Shyam's grunts, Kajal's moans and the rhythmic tinkling of the tiny bells in her anklets had combined to produce a symphony of lust that had served only to further inflame their passion. Kajal had kept hitting one climax after another as Shyam's hard, thick cock had relentlessly pummeled her pussy; the rim of his cock head had rubbed against her G spot while his pubic bone stimulated her clit.

When he had been about to ejaculate, Shyam'd suddenly stopped, his cock deep inside her. After regaining his breath after a while, he'd carefully pulled out, holding his cock tightly at the base. When he had become sure that he had drawn well back from the brink of ejaculation, he'd positioned himself again between Kajal's thighs and placed her legs over his shoulders. He had leaned forward, almost doubling Kajal over, her open cunt rising up. Placing his cock against her opening, he'd again rammed home in one hard thrust.

"Uuuhhh..." Kajal had grunted as her breath was driven out. He'd supported himself on his elbows placed on either side of her chest and lowered his body so that it made full contact with her upper torso. Kajal's face had frozen in a rictus of lust as she'd gazed at his eyes a few inches from hers. Shyam had proceeded to take his pleasure, ploughing hard into her hot, tight, wet cunt, licking and sucking her open lips, kneading and squeezing her breasts at will, lording over her until at last he too had climaxed and ejaculated spurt after spurt of his thick, stringy semen into her cunt. He'd collapsed on top of her, sweating profusely and panting hard, completely out of breath.

As Kajal had slowly descended from heaven to earth, her heart had been filled with an indescribably tender love for Shyam. She'd held his head against her soft bosom, gently stroked his back and run her fingers through his hair, crooning softly to him as if he were a little baby. She'd not minded the full weight of his body resting on her. Suddenly, she'd coughed a little and they'd both felt her cunt tightening around his still half hard cock buried inside her. After a long while, Shyam had disengaged, pulling out his now soft cock. Kajal had started to get up but he'd pulled her back to him. They'd lain on their side, spoon fashion; Shyam's arm thrown protectively over her, occasionally caressing her breasts. She'd shivered as a cold gust of air from the air conditioner had suddenly blown over her. Shyam had drawn a sheet over their bodies; they'd snuggled close, drifting off to sleep. He hadn't allowed her to sleep too long, though...

****

"Unki bahon mein maine swarg ka sukh anbhav kiya. Maine kabhi socha bhi na tha ke itna maza iss zindagi mein milega. Unhon ne bhi mere saath bahut sukh bhoga"

"I experienced heavenly pleasure in his arms. I'd never imagined I'd have such a delightful experience in life. He too took his pleasure with me." Kajal said, feeling happy and proud...

"Didi, mujhe aapko kuchh dikhana hai!"

"Didi, I want to show you something!" Said Kajal after a contemplative pause.

She then fetched a pillow cover that she had buried deep in the laundry bag early in the morning. Among the half dried stains of body fluids, there was a red splotch about three quarters of an inch across.

"Hey Bhagwan! Kajal, teri mahwari itni jaldi kaise shuru ho gayi?"

"Good Lord! Kajal, how did you period start so early?" Savita exclaimed.

She had a good idea when Kajal's period was expected to start. Kajal shook her head, a strange half smile on her lips.

"Nahi Didi. Meri mahwari shuru nahi hui. Yeh toh meri poori aurat banneki nishani hai!"

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