Chanda ki Chudai

[desiaks]

After completing my first year of college, I moved to another town to do my engineering studies. Fortunately, my parents had good friends, Rajesh and Aruna, who had a jewelry business in this town and they arranged for me to stay with them. Rajesh was thirty-seven, his young wife Aruna was twenty Eight perhaps, and they were had married about six year ago. Aruna stayed at home, oversaw the housemaid in cooking, and did normal chores around the house. Even though she was very beautiful, I saw her as a family friend and not as the sexy woman that she really was. Soon we became good friends and I helped her with tasks around the house.
One of my tasks was to receive the milk, which was delivered early in the morning by the milkman’s wife, Chanda. The milkman, Shankar, was in his more than forties, and had a farm with cows, goats, chickens and a few sheep. He had gone all the way to the Kashmir valley to find a wife from a sheepherder’s family, and came back with a fair and beautiful young woman named Chanda. The only problem was that Chanda was much younger – only twenty years old – when she and Shankar got married a year ago. The rumor going around was that Shankar had paid a handsome sum of money to her parents in order to marry her.

I usually received the milk from Chanda, took the container inside, poured the milk into one of our containers, and returned Chanda’s container back to her, all rinsed and clean. She would always smile, say some kind words, seemed relieved at the fact that our house was her last stop, and go back to her home.

Chanda had a twinkle in her eye and a spring in her step. Her large breasts jiggled as she walked. She wore a cute nose ring, large dangling ear rings, and traditional Kashmiri dress, which consisted of a long flared skirt and a short tight blouse, exposing a good part of her midriff and her cute navel. She had a beautiful figure, and her large round breasts seemed to be struggling to be set free from the confines of her tight blouse, bounced as she walked (may be she doesn’t use bra) and were enough to give a dead man a hard-on. Sometimes, at the sight of her, my ‘morning wood’ turned into a raging erection, and I would to go to the bathroom, fantasize about her and masturbate in order to obtain some relief. I was just dying to suck on those big boobs and to fuck her young Kashmiri pink choot hard.

My good fortune came when Aruna along with her husband Rajesh went over to Delhi to spend a short vacation. I seized this opportunity, already had a plan with Chanda in mind, and told the housemaid to take a few days off and visit her family.

The housemaid was temporarily gone, and I had the house to myself. As usual Chanda came over with the milk which I promptly received, and I went indoors while she waited outside at the backdoor. I put my plan into operation, called out to her, and told her that I needed her help.

“Chanda, mujhe tumhare madad ki jarurat hai, tum karogi?” I tried to move the kitchen table over.

She came inside and helped me move the kitchen table. Oh, she was so beautiful!

Chanda was absolutely ravishing! She was very light skinned and had a flawless face. I couldn’t help staring at her big 36C boobs with nipples faintly visible, her slim waist and taut exposed tummy with the cutest belly button. Her cute little gold nose ring just added to her sexiness. Glancing at her feet, I noticed her toe rings and gold anklets that matched her long dangling gold pierced ear rings. This vision in front of me coupled with all the pent up emotions, made my cock hard as a rock.

In the old days of the Kashmiri kings, she would have been the king’s favorite wife, and the desire of all the males in his court. I could not resist my emotions, and I reached over and embraced her. Surprisingly, she did not resist. Then I kissed her on her lips, placed my palms on her breasts, and gently squeezed them. They felt very firm to my touch. She got a bit scared and looked around.

“”Aisa maath karo, koi dekhlega. Mein darthi hoon – Memsahib kahan hai Saab?”

I replied, ”Memsahib Delhi gayi hai – Abhi hum dono akhele hai.”)

Chanda was relieved at hearing this. I drew her towards me and kissed her on her full, rosebud lips and caressed her big boobs. From her eyes and her moaning I could tell she was longing for sex, and I lifted her in my arms, and carried her to my bedroom. 
“”Saab, dar lagta hai – samhalo Saab.. ye thik nahi hai..aahh”, she moaned as I pressed her boobs hard above her cloths.

She always referred to me as ‘Saab’, Hindi for sir.

She lay on the bed, I kissed her and desperately tried to undo her blouse, which was so tight because of her big boobs straining to be set free. Finally, I got her blouse off and she looked glorious in her dark blue lace bra. I could see the top portion of her milk-white twin globes with the outline of her nipples that were seeking freedom. I buried my head in the valley (Kashmir valley) formed by her breasts and gently kissed it. I reached behind her, deftly unhooked her bra, and freed her magnificent, perfect, twin globes, with their light brown areolas and erect, hard, light brown nipples. The faint outline of blue veins on the top portion of her breasts was clearly visible. This was a sight for the gods! I sucked on her nipples; first one and then the other.

Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh… ! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh… ! Oooooooowwwwwww… Saab!, ye kya kar rahe ho…aahh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmg gg” as she was getting a new experience of fondling boobs in right manner.

My hands dove under her skirt and I stuck my fingers under the elastic of her panties. I felt her smooth labia and immediately realized that she was clean-shaven and her entire mound, labia and pussy were hair free, as is the community tradition for girls in her Kashmiri village. This was the first time that I had experienced a clean-shaven pussy and found this extremely arousing.

My cock was fully erect, rock-hard, and the mushhrum head was covered with precum.

Then a naughty idea came to me. ‘Hhhhhhhmmmmmmm… ! Since Shankar is an uninteresting type of fellow, I wonder whether Chanda has ever had her pussy licked.’

Only one way to find out!

Leaving her boobs exposed to the fresh air, I dove under her skirt and quickly pulled down her dark blue lace panties, and removed them. I squashed her panties into a ball and put it to my face and took a deep whiff of it.

Chanda almost fainted with her blushing, and covered her face with both her hands and giggled. However, she was enjoying this type of worship. This was all very new to her and I was positive that I could satisfy her and myself very well. I planted a kiss on her pubic mound. She jumped a little bit. From her reaction, I knew immediately that she had never experienced the pleasures of oral sex. Oh, I was going to give her a good treat! I parted her legs and kissed her labia. Her smooth labia felt different and good! There was a look of apprehension on her face.

”Kyah, meri maal dek rehe ho? Pasand hai? “ She thought that I was just admiring her pussy.

I was encouraged and my tongue separated her inner lips and licked her wet pussy with some swift up and down strokes.

Chanda jerked, her body shuddered, and she jumped up.

”Uuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii… hhhiiiii Bhagwan! Arreh Saab, kyah kar rahe ho? woh saaf nehi hai Saab. Uffffff… mat karo saaab” and she tried to push my head, but I hold her legs tight and wide open.

”Chanda meri jaan, ye to bahut achaa hai, ekdum saaf aur chikni.. kitni pyaari aur gulabi choot hai timhari meri jaan. Thumari choot bahut khubsurat aur majedhar hai.”)

Her pussy was very wet; she squirmed, giggled, blushed and enjoyed this newfound experience very much. This was conclusive proof, and I knew right then that she had never had her pussy licked ever before, and quickly removed her skirt and tossed it on a chair beside the bed.

Chanda looked so beautiful in her nakedness with her perfect, firm, twin globes and their erect hard nipples. Her tummy was flat, with the cutest belly button. Her hips were wide, her mound was fleshy, and her pouting labia tried to conceal most of her inner lips but left the tip of her swollen, blood engorged clitoris exposed. Chanda had a well-defined and symmetrical pussy. I parted her swollen labia with my fingers, and admired her pink vaginal entrance. Her smooth fleshy labia were almost pinkish and quite plump. They encircled and framed her petite inner lips, and provided a nice valley at the top, where her inner lips met and formed a tiny pink love bud; her beautiful inviting clitoris.