Chapter 4

The next morning at breakfast, we were all quite normal. Mitra and I had our usual animated discussion, peppered with humor while Satya served us quietly. After my morning injection I hung around in the kitchen and talked to Satya as she cleaned fish and cut vegetables, telling her stories of my life in America.

The next night, I slept with her again. This time, the sex was better. Her fear was absent, her lust was very much still present. Man, that little Indian woman had some passion hidden inside. It was just missionary again, I have no tales of great weird exotic positions or variations. Just me and her, fucking and fucking, late into the night, kissing, tasting, touching, laughing, loving, fucking some more, she came three times and I gave her the contents of my balls sometime after midnight.

I was in the clinic after breakfast for my injection; “I don’t know if I can get you a sperm sample today, I think I’m emptied out.” I told the doctor.

“Yes, it’s fine.” She grumbled.

“Is it though?” I asked.

“Yes, yes. You can fuck my wife every night, why would I mind?” she said, trying to make a joke of it but not quite succeeding.

She was hurt, even though she’d agreed to her wife and I sleeping together. Impulsively, I took her face and kissed her. She pulled away angrily.

“What, do you think you can have us both?” She demanded, her beautiful eyes glaring at me.

I didn’t want her to think I didn’t appreciate her, and all she did for me.

“Yeah.” I answered, “You both want me and I want you too. now come here.”

She didn’t obey my brazen command; but she let me step up to her and embrace her, and kiss her again as we held each other in a hot tight embrace. Our mouths opened and our tongues met, her breasts were squeezed on my chest, her ass was in my hands, and my cock stiffened between us through our clothing.

She broke away again; “My god, you’re a horny little bastard.” She laughed. “Satya won’t like it.”

“I know.” I said, “And I really like her, and I like you too.”

I really didn’t expect my gambit to succeed; and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to. Sex with Mitra was really too much for me, my ass was still sore from the reaming she’d given me days before. I just didn’t want her to be mad at me.

She measured my height; “It’s working.” She said, “You’re a quarter inch taller.”

A quarter inch after a month; I wasn’t going to grow much before I had to go home. I needed the injection daily, and the hormone had to kept refrigerated and even then had a short shelf life.

“If you want the treatment to work, you’ll need to stay longer.” She said.

“I can’t, I have to go to school.” I said.

“It’s up to you; you can skip a year. Think about it, this is your only chance to get tall, it won’t work if you’re any older.”

I thought about it; my dad, the school, the women who were being inseminated with my white sperm, Mitra, Satya ... it was all too much.

Mitra grabbed my groin. “If you stay here in my house, you’ll have to keep me satisfied.” She teased, “And I like it both ways, we still have some exploring to do. And if my wife wants you, you’ll have to keep her happy too. Just so you know.”

She pushed her hand under my belt, and took my penis in her hand without anything in the way, stroking me with an up and down movement as we kissed again for a few hot crazy seconds.

She let go of me and shoved me playfully. “Now get out of here, I have patients waiting. And I need you to knock up Satya before we do anything else.”

Satya seemed like a simple woman; she wasn’t. She was moody, difficult. She was jealous of my thing with Mitra, sometimes she seemed to want me anyway and sometimes not.

So I hung around with her, talked, helped, and after dinner I took her hand and lead her into my room, leaving Mitra to do the dishes.

The little Indian housewife surrendered and let me take her clothes off, I pushed her down onto my bed and went at her, kissing her everywhere.

“You don’t want to turn off the light?” she asked.

“No, I want to look at you.” I told her.

“But I’m ... black.” She whimpered.

“Yes.” I agreed, “And very beautiful.”

“Black is not beautiful.” she objected.

“It is to me.” I said, “That is, you’re beautiful. I love to look at you, I could look at you all day. Actually, I do look at you all day. I LOVE your color. And your face, and your hair, and your tight round ass.”

She seemed placated, and I sucked her tits, then put my cock at her mouth.

“Go on.” I insisted, holding her head between my hands.

She stared up at me with her big eyes and sucked for a second, then pushed me away, shaking her head. Satya just didn’t like sucking cock. Yet.

Undeterred, I went back to simple making out, holding her warm lovely body close, kissing her mouth softly, sensuously as she held my hard penis in her little hand. There was no hurry, we had all night, I could kiss Satya forever.

She got impatient, and climbed on top. My cock slid into her as she dropped her tight ass onto my thighs, she was as wet as usual inside. She sat upright, her pert brown tits standing proud with erect nipples as she heaved up and down, holding my hands in hers.

“Give me.” She moaned, “Give me, Jerry!”

She lowered her torso onto me, her tits pressed into my breast, her beautiful chocolate face in my face and her tight ass tight in my hands. I rolled us oved and pounded her from above, hard and steady, until she contracted, moaned, gasped, and came. I held it deep inside her, on the edge, and managed to ease my tension back without losing it. I rolled us over again, then sat up so we were face to face and she sat on my thighs with her legs around my back, and we kissed and fucked.

It was so good. It was perfect sex; mutual desire, both of us fertile, diverse, and making a baby. There was something primal, extra intense about that; she didn’t just want my cock, my tongue, my body. She wanted my very essence, she wanted mt seed in her womb.

And I would go home, and leave her with that gift, her and Mitra would worry about the future, my spawn would be theirs.

“Give me now, Jerry.” She whispered as she undulated her ass around my hard cock.

“Ok.” I said, and she started to come again; and this time, I didn’t hold back. We climaxed together in a blast of hot wet passion late in the dark hot night.

I was with Satya every night for the next week; I could tell Mitra was getting a bit pissed off.

“I need to go away for a few days to get supplies;” she told me, “I buy the HGH directly from the lab 6 hours drive from here. You should come with me, see the country a little bit.”

If Satya and I were alone, we could fuck all day, I thought...

“Go.” Satya said, “I need some time alone.”

We loaded a big ice chest into the back of the Toyota, and set off the next morning. Mitra was driving, there was just the two of us.

She looked great, her flowing hair and sunglasses as she deftly maneuvered the vehicle around cows, goats, dogs, people, bicycles, and even one elephant that was being lead along the road by an old man. We drove through torrential rain, hard sunlight, long stretches of bright green rice field, dense towns, and one place a bridge was out we had to drive through a river.

“It was getting a bit intense between you and Satya.” She said, “I had to get you out of there.”

“But you said it was ok.” I objected.

“And it was ok, you just had to have a break, you guys were going loopy. We don’t sleep together, but Satya is still my wife, I have to look after her.”

“Oh, I thought you just wanted to get me alone in a hotel room.” I quipped.

“Yes, that too.” She said with a grin, her eyes not leaving the road.

The factory was on the outskirts of a small city that I’d never even heard of, we ate in a restaurant and we then checked into a decent hotel with a firm bed and a rattling air-conditioner.

“Let’s take a shower together.” Mitra suggested as she took off her clothing. I saw she was wearing the corset, as usual. It was very sexy, although I was aware she wore it for a functional purpose, it was how her waist was so narrow.

Naked, we went into the shower. The two inches she had over me seemed like just one now. Her cock hung slack as we soaped each other, even when I worked it with my hand.

I played with her balls at the same time, enjoying the smile it put on her face.

“They’re not real balls.” She told me, “I had an orchiectomy to get my hormones where I want them. So my tits are natural, and my balls are implants. I can fuck like a guy while the rest of my body has pretty much turned female.”

“I see.” I said, running my soapy hands over her long brown curves, up to her breasts, down around her ass.

We rinsed and dried off, then got into bed, where we met each other with sensuous touch and kissing.

“You like this better, don’t you?” she asked, teasing my balls as we faced each other on our sides.

“Yes.” I agreed, “I like the touching. I mean, the fucking is good too, it’s just that it doesn’t actually last very long.”

She laughed; “You’re right. So I told you I like it both ways; tonight it’s your turn to be top, ok? Have you ever had anal sex?”

“Only with you.” I told her.

She grinned; “You’re going to like it I think.” She told me, “It’s tight, really tight.”

We didn’t speak any more for a while, it was just touching, kissing, and some mutual sucking. She got erect in my mouth, and I enjoyed bobbing my face up and down as she slid in and out of me, as I fondled her balls.

“I can come in your mouth if you like.” She offered in a soft voice, almost timid, as she stroked my head with a gentle touch.

I realized when she said “both ways”, she didn’t only mean whose cock went where.

“Mmmm.” I agreed, nodding.

I felt her thighs and stomach tense; the penis in my mouth seemed to throb a little. I sucked and pushed it deeper, harder, in and out, the penis was filling my head, my mind, and I wanted her to come, to climax, to have her pleasure. And yes, I wanted to eat her fluid, to consume whatever she would give me.

Why?

Hell, I don’t know. It was just the way it was. I thought she was fantastic, I admired her and I wanted her in every way I could have her.

She groaned, gripped my head tightly, and finally ejaculated a small amount of tasty something into my mouth. I looked into her lovely eyes as I swallowed it.

As her cock softened in my mouth, she reached for a condom that had happened to find its way to the bedside table. She moved her face down to my cock, ran her lips across it and rubbed it on her cheek as she smiled at me with pure delight. Then she rolled the condom down my cock, handed me the lubricant tube, and rolled over with her round tight brown ass up.

Ok, I’d never had any desire to put my cock into anyone’s ass. Mitra wanted me inside her, and that was the cavity that was available; so with some lingering doubts, I put a little lube there. My cock was hard, on some level I wanted to do it. Anyway, I put it against her and gently pushed forward.

“Oh yeah.” She sighed, “Oh baby that feels so good!”

Her sphincter was crushing the tip of my cock, it took some force to push through. Once I was in her, it was easier. And quite pleasurable too.

I wrapped my arms around her slim body, and with her breasts in my hands I fucked her slowly, intensely.

I moved one hand down to her penis, stroking her as I reamed her ass; it was good now, good to be inside her, holding her, making love in the way that we could. I kissed her long neck, nuzzled her ear, and smelled her.

“A little harder, baby.” She pleaded, “Just a little bit more ... Yes! Yes!”

To my surprise, she had an orgasm. She did not ejaculate, but she shuddered, groaned, tensed, and her heat rate increased quite a bit. Her ass clenched hard on the base of my penis, it felt nice and I didn’t come.

“You have to pull it out now, sweetheart.” She told me, “I’m all done there.”

“I’m not.” I told her, and began to do it again, shifting my hands to hold her wrists against the mattrass, taking charge.

She whimpered a bit, and submitted. I knew she wouldn’t come again, so I finished, enjoying my own orgasm.

I lay on her back for a few minutes afterwards, kissing her smooth brown shoulders and stoking her hair as we cooled down. I pulled out and rolled onto my back next to her as I stripped off the rubber.

She put her head on my shoulder and we cuddled peacefully, touching.

“My family is middle class, only we didn’t actually have any money after my father died in a road accident. My mother arranged my marriage to Satya when I was 15 in return for a hefty dowry. It was a pretty normal arrangement in those parts. We didn’t see each other before the wedding, or afterwards either. She’d come to us when she turned 18. I just went along with it, but soon afterwards I started getting this feeling that I was really a girl. I would get into a sari, that’s not easy by the way, yeah, makeup and heels and a sari and get a bus to a nearby town and just walk around to see if I could get away with it.