Chapter 6

Gurpreet Kaur, one of the dearest friends of Protima Chowdhury sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her curly black cunt-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake.

“Jas?” She called.

“Yeah?” Her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. “Well, aren’t you now a pretty sight?”

“Look, who’s talking. You look as bad as I feel,” She said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid section, his flaccid cock making a delightful bulge at the crotch. She saw it twitch as he eyed her with open appreciation.

Blessed with good skin tone and bone structure, the renowned childless Punjabi headmistress still possessed almost all the physical attributes that had first attracted her husband, over twenty years ago. Her face showed no surrender to her age and her long-legged body was well put together ... tits, full and firm, stomach flat, and a shapely set of jiggling ass.

“Oh, honey,” She said, “I can’t wake up this morning. I’m too beat up with the forthcoming half-yearly exam of my school. But what about you?”

“Fantastic ... fit as a fiddle and want to trot. Want to go around again?”

“You’re too much,” She giggled and then remembering something, she asked, “OK, did you hide our special homemade video real good? You know Ajmira often comes to our house with her son Abdul and the kid likes to play video games in our computer.”

“Of course I did,” He lied. Their latest homemade video was kept in a pendrive which was still attached in the computer socket ... however a copy of it was kept with hidden password in a folder of the computer. “Relax darling, he doesn’t go sneaking through the drawers anymore.”

“Oh, God. Do you remember when oneday Abdul found my soaked panties in the computer drawer and taking that he started to sniff? I almost died from embarrassment.”

“What’s wrong with that ... you know I’m a big fan of your soaked panties ... so you shouldn’t blame the kid!” Jaspal remarked in which they both broke into laughter.

“We’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?”

“And how. That’s why I want all our videos in a safe place where no one is going to find them. You know it can spoil my reputation among my students ... and what about my friend Ajmira, she would never spare me.”

“Com’on darling ... don’t be so much tensed about that. You know now in internet’s era it’s a common matter to a large no. of persons. So don’t worry too much about it. Do you remember, how much Ajmira and her husband loved our special homemade videos just as much as we do. Admit it,” He urged.

“How could I dear ... those were the golden days...” Gurpreet tried to reminisce.

“Oh all those passed away since her husband’s death.” Jaspal felt extremely sorry for the sudden death of Ajmira’s husband. “Anyway we should try for a new ones ... what about your Bengalee friend ... I mean Protima?”

“You’re a dirty man!” She said giggling. “You know I’m trying for that too.”

“I sure am,” He said, pulling her to him.

Gurpreet felt the hair on his bare chest rub against her sensitive tit-flesh and her blood stirred. She was amazed that he still couldn’t get enough, not even after twenty years of their marriage ... neither could she. They had found the secret of keeping the magic alive.

“How’d you like this dirty ol’ man to prong you again?”

“After last night? You can’t have that much energy left.”

He rubbed the palm of his hand over her nipple making it immediately come alive and hardened. Her body’s trigger was her nipples, and he knew it. Her pussy began to heat up, making her juices flow.

“You bastard! Oh, that feels so good.” Playfully, she punched his arm as his knowing hands began to roam her body, stoking the smoldering ember in her loins.

“So, you’re not so beat up after all.”

“Like hell! You know how beat up I’m. You’ve it recorded for posterity ... Oooh, yes, do that!”

“I sure as hell do, and everytime I think about it, I feel horny. Like now ... Com’on, let’s go to bed.”

Gurpreet giggled as she allowed herself to be maneuvered to the large bed. Her husband pulled the towel that was wrapping around her body loosely and it fell to her feet, almost causing her to trip. Reaching to steady her, his hand found her left tit. The shock was electric and caused her to suck in her breath. Automatically she reached for his stiffening prick to balance herself.

“God,” He said, with a choke in his voice, “You really are a sexy woman ... same as you were twenty years ago.”

Gurpreet smiled happily getting same type of attention from her husband like twenty years ago as she kneaded his cock, feeling it grow harder and hotter in her hand. “And you, pretty liar, only get better with age. More kinky, too,” She giggled. “And I love it!”

She fell back on the bed with his hands trailing over the hills and valleys of her body. Spreading her legs wide he blew softly into her silky, hot cunt and she moaned with delicious excitement. Cunt-juices started oozing from her cunt and clung like Parle strands on her pubic hair. The hot brownish lips beckoned. Slowly, her husband flicked his tongue over her exposed clit.

“Oooooooo, Jas ... mmmmmmmmmmm,” She mewed, her voice tight with anticipation. Automatically, her cunt-lips parted. Her husband grabbed her asscheeks and stabbed her cunt with his spear-like tongue. Her body arched, and she grabbed his head, forcing his face deep into her musky mound.

“Oh, God ... yes!” She screamed, grinding her hips against his sucking mouth. “That’s it! There! Oh, shit, yessss! Oh Jas, suck harder ... nooooo ... don’t stop!”

Jaspal pulled his tongue out of his wife’s steaming cunt and looked at her face. It was flushed and her brow was knitted as if in pain. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her hips twitched and her tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing. With a smile he mashed his face tight against her wide open cunt and drove his tongue in deep.

“Ugggggggh! Oh, you mean bastard! Aaaaaah! Oh, Jas, keep sucking! Yeaaaah! God! Stick your finger in my cunt ... please! Yes! Yes! Like that! Oh, soooo gooood! Fill me up!”

Gurpreet felt her husband’s tongue dart in and out of her searing cunt, felt his teeth nibble the tender outer lips, his hot mouth sucking hard on her clit. He knew her body; her responses, how to drive her to the brink and back again. He twisted his finger around the slick walls of her cunt, feeling the spongy texture ... adding to her torment and pleasure.

“Oh, you sonofabitch!” She screamed. “My ass! My ass! Stick your finger up my ass! Hurry, I’m dying ... AAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

Her body arched and the muscles of her ass contracted as his relentlessly probing finger slowly entered the tight ring of her asshole. Thrashing around almost violently, Gurpreet forced her hips down on her husband’s twisting finger ... driving it deep into her bowels ... all the time holding his face flush against her demanding cunt. Thick, hot cunt-juice dribbled out of her burning hole, down her asscrack ... lubricating her husband’s index finger.

Suddenly a vision of his wife with a huge black cock of Ajmira’s husband, thick prick up her ass flashed through jaspal’s mind which made his erection almost painful. She twisted around, her toes curling, stiffly, around the bedsheets, bunching them together. Her breathing was labored and her words came in gulps.

“Oh Jas, I’m so full! Aiiieee, shit, honey, I need your cock in me badly! Quick, lay down ... I’ve got to have it!”

They quickly shifted positions as Gurpreet roughly pushed her husband down on his back and placed her juicy, pleasure-raw cunt directly over his large purple cockhead. Hunkering down, she slowly eased herself onto the long, slender shaft. Her cunt stretched wide as his hot prick pushed its’ way deep into her erupting body.

‘Oh, God,’ She thought, as his cock hit her bottom, ‘This is actual heaven! How would I ever survive without a stiff cock? She controlled the sensation with her hips, measuring the stroke ... drooling out the pleasure ... making it last a long time.

“Sooooo ... sooooo ... good!” She moaned, as her cunt filled up with her husband’s throbbing cock. Oh, how she loved to have a man’s prick inside her body. It was a pleasure beyond description.

Gurpreet leaned forward, forcing her husband’s meaty rod deeper into her boiling cunt. Eyes glazed, mouth open, she slipped into a state of euphoria where only this great, indescribable feeling existed ... a feeling she kept alive by the constant twist and churn motions of her wanton hips.

“Shit, your cunt’s like fire, babe ... burning me alive. I gotta cum!”

“Oh ... no, no, don’t cum yet ... please, not yet! More ... I want more! Oh, God, more!”

Lungs burning, he pounded his cock into her; their loins beating a frantic rhythm as they sensed the apex of their passion.

“I’m gonna cum, Jas! I’m gonna cum ... harder! Fuck me harder! Make me cum!”

“Yeah, babe! Yeah! Yesssss ... cummmmin ... now!”

“Ughhhhh ... aaaaaaaaaggggg ... oooooooo ... ooohhhhh.”

Gurpreet shuttered violently as her orgasm exploded outward from her cunt ... a searing spasm that shook her body again and again and left her gasping for breath. Her husband’s hot cum-juice felt like burning lava as it splashed in her cunt, and, now, she felt the receding flood wash back over her cunt walls, back over his cock, and begin leaking down her trembling thighs.

With a deep moan, she fell forward on his muscled hairy chest, her body limp. Her husband’s cock disengaged from her sopping box with a loud, squishy, pop ... slowly, their rapid breathing abated.

“Now you know, I’m really beat up!” She said. “Where do you get all that juice from? After last night, you should have been drained dry.”

“I’m a voyeur,” He laughed, “I watched Ajmira and her husband’s homemade video last night, and my sword starts jumping again.”

“Oh you naughty, you can’t forget those days,” Gurpreet smiled. “Hell ... I’m glad we’ve two days in hand still now to join the ‘Ajmira’s pre-wedding ceremony’ to be held in her house. Maybe I can get some rest. Oh ... one thing ... you know her father has arranged a two days grand celebration to make it a memorable one and we’ve to stay there for those days.”

“Yes, how can I forget that! But, you’re right, it’ll be good to see them, specially your lactating friend.”

“Hey, what does that mean, you lecher?”

“Another good-looking hot piece ... and do you notice after the birth of Ajmira’s second child how much that makes her a real hot looking lady. The answer to every dirty man’s prayer.”

“You’re horrible!” Gurpreet showed her mock anger.

“And you’re going to tell me you didn’t crotch-watch when her son Abdul and his two buddies Pobitro and Bahadur were there, last time? Don’t lie, Preet, I saw you lick your chops.”

“That’s different,” She laughed, “They are my students, and you know I’ve a strong fascination in younger teenage boys.”

“Oh, and just what the hell is your Muslim friend ... a chopped liver?” He asked, rolling onto his shoulder.

Gurpreet sighed, and stretched ... her full tits flattening themselves against her chest as she did. “Where has the time gone, Jas? We see Ajmira’s kid since his childhood ... and now he is all grown and on his own, yet it seems like only yesterday we met.”

Jaspal roared with laughter as he said, “Oh Preet, that’s priceless. And you must agree all this changes help us to found out some other interesting things.”

Actually the childless Punjabi couple have lived a very adventurous sex life, and Gurpreet fucking love it! She loved the excitement of a new man using her body ... specially the younger ones. She could remember Ajmira’s husband just want to watch, and that turned her on as well ... seeing him stare at her tits and cunt while she’d masterbated in front of his wife and her husband, often while they did the same.