This is a story of me. What happens to me, with me and for me.
May be some women who knows better can help me.
My lover, Ravi is an insatiable imp. For one, much that I have told him to, he cannot like another woman to fuck. I brought my own little sister. She got addicted to him. I got a close friend of mine who is a nymphomaniac. She too got enough of fucking and got addicted.
But.Ravi. He was not happy atall.
If I want out, why cant I leave? Why can I not tell him that I have had enough of Ravi's antics and walk out?
That is the story I want to tell.
I think Ravi has posted another story of us earlier (Tara returns) where he has described us. He has written:
"As any one may see from my biography, I am no spring chicken. The only thing I have done is to ensure that I have a very active sex life. After all, God made the system and permitted human beings to have sex with no season, time, space in mind, since He wanted human beings to know that sex was perhaps the real path to good health and enjoyment.
My dick. It is only eight inches long. Dark. (Since I am dark). My dick is fat. May be an inch and a half thick. But most importantly, I can carry on foreplay for hours without ejaculation and fuck for almost twenty minutes without premature ejaculation. That is why; I have played with Tara's sex machine for almost half a night and then fucked her after she has had many orgasms.
Tara. She has recently crossed 40. She is 5 feet and 4 inches tall. She is no longer thin like a waif. She has put on some weight. She is wheatish in color and has long hair, with no streaks of gray. She has a very good figure. Her hips are about 37 and her waist is 26. Her breasts. What do I say about them? They are very nice and juicy (like all Bengali girls do). Full. They are 36B. Tara's pussy. That is God's own wonder. It is truly tight. No matter how it is treated, it remains a wonder.
The most important thing is that Tara truly enjoys sex and has no inhibitions. Many girls have all the goodies, but they act like little Goddesses. Untouchable. Tara was human. All flesh and blood woman. Sexy. I have kept her completely naked in my house for a week. I have fucked her on the rooftop under the stars. I have fucked her on the balcony of the house. No matter how much of lack of (perceived) privacy has been there, she has enjoyed her dose of sex.
Whatever she wears, she looks good. In saree, she is like a Greek Goddess. Her thigh profile is visible from the side and her dripping sexiness excites many, I am sure. When she wears low slung jeans, about 6 inches below her navel and when her bottom swings in a tight movement, my dick starts to throb. With her skirt, she looks luscious. My imagination about what lay beneath that swirling skirt goes hay wire. Always alluring. Always a temptress.
What do I say, what she looks like, when she wears nothing!!"
That is indeed true and actually describes us two.
But what it does not describe is what Ravi does to me and for me and with me. And what happens to me. Why am I addicted to Ravi's special activities?
When I had my first encounter with Ravi in a small sea beach hotel room, I was the predator, or so I thought.
I had seen him with Ravi's shorts while swimming the day before. I had seen that while the rest of the boys had a slight bump on their crotch when they came out of the water, Ravi, after seeing me on the beach with my Sari hitched up by about 12 inches and my breast cover (pallu in hindi) falling over, exposing the my full grown and ripe breasts, heaving from below my blouse, Ravi's dick had swollen up and was visibly wanting to have go at me.
I was a virgin and did not know what a full-grown man's dick looked like or felt like. A shiver had run down my spine thinking of what that dick could do to my small and untrained pussy. I had heard such stories of extreme pleasure that my girl friends who had fucked had to tell, and the urgency that they spoke off, in which their clothes got torn off or they were mauled on their boobs, I was a little scared of what could happen to me, if I showed the slightest inclination to get myself fucked to Ravi.
That night, I played with my clit and got myself a normal orgasm and all the while worried, "What if, after the fuck, I can't walk? What if, my legs split apart at my crotch? What if my pussy is damaged beyond repair and I have to go to a doctor to get stitches on the pussy?" But I worried most with the thought, "What if Ravi rejects me and refuses to get seduced? That would be a terrible blow to my womanhood, considering that all my girl friends talked of the haste with which their lovers tore off their own and their girlfriend's clothes and wanted to put it in within minutes and simply ejaculate."
Yet next day, when I got him alone in the hotel room, he nearly refused to fuck me after giving me a slow and deliberate massage, with me completely naked and with my legs spread wide apart and dripping.
On that day, I realized that God had given me Ravi.
When he did fuck me, he did not let me have any control over myself. He did what he felt like. While he was a virgin too, he took his time and chose when he would like to break my hymen.
Thereafter, he has made me Ravi's willing sex slave. Whenever he rings up and asks me to come over, my slit gets ret with anticipation and I leave everything and run to him. The moment I reach, I see Ravi's measured and controlled style. Why? How? How come, I don't get tired of Ravi's fucking, like all my other girl friends have become tired of the routine of having to take off some clothes, he is a in a terribly frenzy. He shoves it in and ejaculates. Then he goes to sleep.
Ravi.
Ravi. Ravi. Ravi.
How do I tell you what he does?
He has a deep fetish. After he had taken my hymen, I asked him what his fucking ambition is, thinking that he would take me once more. But what he did was to tell me, "I want you to have a serial orgasm."
I tried to look stupid and asked, "What is that? Does it mean that you will go on fucking me till YOU are satisfied?"
He smiled and said, "Darling. I only want you to have so many orgasms in one night, that you cant count any more. My ambition is that, when I finish one night, your legs become wobbly. You cunt is sore. Your stomach has had many cramps with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Your legs should be painful, you must be tired, yet you cant give up one more, just one more fuck."
I was amazed. But, equally, I said to myself, "No man can do that." I teased him and asked, "Is that possible? I have never read of that happening. None of my girl friends have ever told me anything like that. I cant believe it!"
Ravi looked at me and said, "May be one day, when you are ready, I will do that to you. But, I have some rules for that."
"What are those?"