Indian Summer Part 2 SeXStoRY

So much had changed in just a few hours. The previous morning I’d been living a quiet, relatively solitary life. The previous night, two beautiful Indian women, a mother and daughter, had moved into the house across the street from mine. The next day I’m lying on my bed, completely drained of cum, thanks to Parvati’s mother, Kamala. Earlier she’d come over without Parvati under the pretense of taking a shower before work. Apparently their water had yet to be turned on. My thoughts were sluggish, still trying to catch up and accept the new reality. Had this really happened or was I having a stroke or something? It had been a few minutes since Kamala had entered the shower when I heard another knock on the door. “No way anyone has this kind of luck…” I said quickly glancing around for something to cover my momentarily satisfied cock. I quickly grabbed a bathrobe and made for the door. Unlike when Kamala had arrived, I actually checked the peephole this time. It was Parvati, wearing a cute little pajama set with hearts printed all over it, and some fluffy house-slippers. She also had some folded clothes and a towel just like her mother when she arrived. I threw open the door and cut her off before she could explain. “Your mom’s just about finished, and you’re free to use it when she comes downstairs.” I said quickly trying not to stare at her erect nipples tenting the fabric of her pajama top. She looked a little hurt and confused. It took me a second to figure it out. Manners! I made a mental note to try and remember how important the niceties of conversation are for these two. “I’m sorry Parvati. I didn’t mean to be rude again. How are you today? Did you sl**p well in the new house?” She brightened a bit and said yes she’d slept well and added, “It’s nice knowing I’ve already made a friend in the neighborhood.” She was tracking me carefully with her large slightly slanted brown eyes. “When such a beautiful young woman calls me friend, I consider myself quite fortunate.” She favored me with a thousand watt smile while her bright eastern eyes locked with mine for a moment, but that teenage uncertainty took hold. She looked at her feet, one knee turned inward, heel raised. That pose captivated me to no end. So much that I didn’t hear Kamala walking down the hallway. She was now dressed in a professional looking skirt-suit. She had her towel around her shoulders like a short cape, and her still-wet raven-black hair was arrayed out over the towel in order to dry. Without a single brush stroke of makeup, she was sexier than ninety percent of the female populace. I was a little unsure how to act. Parvati had no idea what her mother and I had just done with each other. I didn’t want to act like nothing had happened, but giving her a kiss or a hug would have given it away so I decided to follow Kamala’s lead. “Hey Parv, hurry and go take a shower ok? I’m going to be late!” She gestured down the hallway and gave Parvati directions to the shower. She jogged down the hallway and I enjoyed watching her butt jiggle through her pajama pants all the way. Kamala was staring at me. “What? What’s wrong?” I asked with a note of panic creeping into my voice. I was desperately hoping she hadn’t seen me eye-fucking her daughter down the hall. “You’re wearing my robe, Vincent.” Kamala said and then started nervously laughing. “Well I guess I don’t have to worry about telling Parvati anything. Though I could have gone a little longer before she figured out her mom is a total slut…” I smiled and tried to soften the statement with humor. “You’re not a total slut, but with some dedication and me as your tutor, I’m sure you could improve.” Kamala started laughing even louder and gave me a hug. The hug started to linger and I felt her hand slip into the robe. We started kissing heatedly and I felt her cool, delicate, soft fingers start fondling my balls. It was hard for me to keep standing. This woman has magic fingers. Her hand started to tickle me lightly all over my balls until she grasped my dick tightly, squeezing firmly. Never taking her hand off my penis, she led me over to the recliner in my living room and had me sit down near the edge with my balls hanging freely. Kamala knelt down in front of me, never taking her hands off my cock. She used one hand to pull my scrotum downward. With the other hand she began to pull my penis upward with her thumb rubbing the underside of the head. She stroked me so slowly. It was excruciatingly stimulating. I wanted to come but she kept her pace slow and steady. Every time her fingers slid upward on my cock, I felt her thumb teasing the underside of the glans. Every few moments she’d pause to spread around my pre-cum and add a bit of her saliva to lubricate me. Slowly, I felt an orgasm building. I desperately wanted her to speed up, but she kept smiling and watching me intently. “Once I read about the best way to do this, but haven’t had a chance to try it out until now.” She said in a teasing tone of voice. I could tell she enjoys the feeling of control just as much as I do when giving pleasure to a paramour. I tried to respond to what she’d said, but my powers of speech had left me. Nothing escaped but an incoherent groan of pleasure. She repositioned and brought her face closer to my cock and waited; never changing pace as she slowly kept stroking me with those lovely hands; firmly tugging downward on my ball sack with every stroke. It felt incredible to say the least. “Almost there. I can feel it.” She said, never breaking eye-contact. She kept stroking but pulled my cock level with the floor and started delicately fondling my balls with the fingertips of her other hand. Feeling those cool fingertips lovingly fondle my balls and the excruciatingly slow pace of her strokes sent me over the edge. A wave of pleasure passed over me spreading outward from my cock to encompass my entire body. Somehow she knew when I was about to climax because she placed the glans of my penis just inside her wide-open mouth just on the tip of her tongue. I watched as I felt my cock throb and deposit a dime-sized pearl of cum onto her tongue. I didn’t think I had any cum left after what had happened earlier before her shower. She held me there and squeezed my cock at the base and the hand grasping my shaft slid toward her mouth. She milked the last bead of pearly liquid out of me and onto her tongue, and flicked it upward while closing her mouth and visibly swallowing my seed. As the tip of her tongue contacted the very tip of my dick I felt another jolt of sensation throughout my entire body. I looked down at her with awe and respect. That was, hands down, the most satisfying and stimulating handjob I’d ever received. If I wasn’t very careful, I could totally fall for this woman. She’d been watching me as these thoughts passed through my mind. I saw her expression change from satisfied to verging on smug. “I saw that thought, Vincent. You’re already mine. You can’t fight it,” she said with a lopsided smile and one raised eyebrow. I was stunned. Was she a mind reader on top of being one of the sexiest women I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting?! Surely if she read me that thoroughly, then she already knew what I had planned for Parvati. I had been under the assumption that I’d been relatively poker-faced last night and this morning, but obviously this was not the case. It didn’t make sense though… if she knew, why did she let me go down on her? Why did she give me the best blowjob, handjob, and 69, I’ve ever had? She must have further read my expression because she said, “Oh no. Don’t worry sweetie pie, I was only joking. I understand that these things come in time, if at all. I don’t want to rush into anything. I was attracted to you as soon as you stood up on your porch yesterday. I made plans to bed you as soon as you had demonstrated how friendly and respectful you are. Last night I never would have dreamed my belly would be full of your semen this morning. You’ve proven to me that you’re a gentle and passionate lover. Because of this, once we have more time to talk, I’m going to ask you a favor in regard to helping me with Parvati. I know events are moving fast, but it is something we both want, no?” I was so incredibly confused. I thought I’d been in the driver’s seat. Now it appeared that I was in the trunk. I had no idea what the last part of her statement meant, but my male brain was coming up with all kinds of impossible scenarios. Surely that’s not what she was talking about. That shit just doesn’t happen, right? “Uh…yeah, I’m totally into you. I definitely want this.” I said not at all convinced it was my own decision. “Glad to hear it, Mr. Tasty-Prick,” she said and with her tongue flattened licked me from the base to the head of my now softening cock. She chuckled softly, gracefully got back to her feet, and continued, “Go get dressed before Parv gets out of the shower so I can have my robe back.” “What are you going to tell Parvati?” I asked with a little trepidation. My mind was a chaos of disjointed thoughts and conflicting emotions. “After me openly flirting with you last night and her seeing you in my bathrobe, she probably already suspects something. Don’t worry, Vincent, I’ll have a talk with her after work. Which reminds me, will you look after her today or will that interfere with your work?” I explained how most of my business was largely automated by the website and software on a remote server, so I have a great deal of free time. She smiled that radiant smile of hers and commented on how fortunate I am. Boy was that the understatement of all time. The smile had a familiar effect and I could feel my dick beginning to rise again. Kamala raised an eyebrow and said, “You are an insatiable goat, Vincent! I wish I could take full advantage, but I think I am already late for work. I’m going to let Parvati know I’m leaving. You are sure you don’t mind watching her today? I was going to let her stay home, but I would feel more comfortable if she weren’t alone on her first day in the new neighborhood.” “Of course, I’d be happy to, but what did you mean by helping you with Parvati? Is she ok?” I said uncertainly as I stood and started slowly walking back toward my bedroom and the shower that now held Parvati’s soapy naked body. That thought alone brought my erection back to full strength. Kamala smirked and said, “Oh she is quite healthy, it is regarding some gaps in her education. I’d like you to help her. I would very much like to elaborate but I’m out of time. If you’ll provide me with your mobile number I’ll call you when I have a chance and we’ll discuss it. Alternatively, we may talk when I get home from work.” “Oh. Ok, call me if you get a chance, because I’m really curious. I’d love to help out any way I can.” I said gazing into her large, beautiful eyes and grinning like a moron I’m sure. She took out her phone and I rattled off my digits as we arrived back in my room. “I will say goodbye to Parv, then I have to run.” She opened the door to the bathroom a few inches and said over the sound of falling water, “I’m leaving for work, sweetie. You and Vincent are to spend the day together until I get home from work. Mind your manners, and I’ll see you soon.” Parvati replied, “Thanks, Mom! I promise I’ll be good and won’t embarrass you. Have a good first day at work. I love you!” Before Kamala closed the door, I got a brief glimpse of Parvati in the shower. I have glass panels instead of a shower curtain, so I could see her clearly. I was treated to a view of her body in profile. She was rinsing her hair with her arched back toward the shower head. Her perky b-cup breasts were nearly pointed at the ceiling and her long hair hung down to her VERY shapely ass with her head tilted back that way. Shampoo suds and water flowed down the length of her raven-black hair and accentuated the contours of her round, full bottom as the soap bubbles slid past and down her athletic thighs and the rest of her long, lithe legs. Kamala shut the door cutting off my show and turned to me. “You’re still not dressed! May I have my robe back?” she said with a mischievous smirk. I removed it and tossed it to her. I was naked before her once more with another throbbing erection that demanded attention. Kamala bit her lip and looked torn. She obviously wanted to go at it again, but had to leave for work. I understood and said as much. She looked at me with a grateful expression. I approached her with arms wide and was about to hug her and say my goodbyes when she held up her hands palms outward. “I want to give you a hug, but I am afraid he might leave a mark on my work clothes.” She said indicating my cock with her eyes. She ever so gently grasped me again and folded my penis upward until it touched my stomach, leaned forward and gave me a passionate kiss. “I can’t wait to get home from work.” Whispering now, she said,”I want to feel that big Caucasian cock inside me. I think it will be difficult for me to concentrate today with that thought repeating in my mind like a broken record.” She looked at her watch and let out a distressed noise. “I have to go right now. I’ll let myself out. Would you get dressed already!” she said with a laugh and slapped my ass. She locked eyes with me once more, showed me that gorgeous grin of hers again and made a show of licking the palm of the hand that had been holding onto my manhood a moment ago. And then she was gone. I stood there for a moment with a long strand of pre-cum hanging from my cock and nearly touching the floor. I kept trying to figure out just what I’d done in a previous life to deserve this incredible reward. I must’ve saved a burning orphanage or something was my only thought as I started digging in my closet for something to wear. I chose my usual attire of cargo shorts and a concert t-shirt. As I was lacing up my shoes, I heard Parvati turn off the shower and step out. I quickly walked back to the living room and sat down at my computer desk, replaying events in my mind. Meeting Kamala and Parvati, giving Parvati a foot massage last night, performing my best cunnilingus on Kamala the following morning, her repaying me with fantastic fellatio and a mind-blowing 69 before she took a shower. Something was bugging me though. Parvati had said nothing about me wearing her mother’s bathrobe. And I’d seen motion outside my window right after Kamala had entered the shower. Had she been watching us? Or had some peeping tom in the neighborhood been out there? For all I knew it had been a stray cat or something, but still it made me a little uneasy. I would be spending the day with Parvati. How was I going to restrain myself? I was pretty sure she wanted me but the last thing I wanted to do was take advantage of an unsure teenager. How could I ascertain whether or not she was actually interested? Morally, what kind of scumbag was I to be dead set on fucking a teenager when I already had her mother treating me as if my dick tasted like white zinfandel? Confusion seemed to be the order of the day. My mental chaos continued until I heard Parvati exit my bedroom and walk down the hallway. I realized I had not even bothered to boot up my computer. I stood up and when Parvati entered the living room and I offered her some breakfast. When I looked up and saw her, I was struck speechless. She was wearing a pleated plaid skirt that came down to about halfway between her knees and hips, a REALLY tight woman’s oxford shirt with the top three button’s undone and the fourth straining under the load of holding her breasts back, as well as some shear white stockings that came up just past her knees leaving a gap of exposed thighs in between stockings and skirt. She had a pair of old-style ‘baby-doll’ shoes dangling from one hand. I wondered if she knew just what she was doing to me in that outfit. I couldn’t have selected a more erotic ensemble for her if I’d tried. “Um, wow. You look gorgeous, Parvati, and so much older. You look like you could be a freshman in college. Give me a twirl.” I said with complete sincerity. I left out the part about how I’d love to pop off the fourth button off her shirt, shift the crotch of her panties to one side and fuck her fully clothed until she was screaming my name. She twirled around with an endearing, girlish lack of grace, almost falling over. She faced me again, clearly a little embarrassed from the attention, tilted her head downward, and shifted her gaze back and forth between me and her feet. With her hands clasped in front of her, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, her skirt swaying. It was hypnotic. Then she said softly, “Thank you Vincent, you’re so very kind to me and my mother. Most of this outfit is hers except the top. I raided her closet because I wanted to dress up a little today.” When she said ‘mother’ a glint of mischief flashed across her eyes. Totally delighted and finding it extremely difficult to focus my thoughts, I decided to change the subject, “So, breakfast? Do you drink coffee or tea or something else? Want some cereal or I could fry us up some eggs and bacon…maybe something else? Or we could go out to eat somewhere if you want…” I was babbling like an idiot. So much for the cool and collected approach. She was grinning broadly at me and clearly enjoying the attention now. “What kind of tea do you have?” she asked sweetly. “I think I have some Darjeeling and Earl Grey in the pantry for when I want to switch it up from coffee.” I said inanely. I could feel my inner-14-year-old self facepalming. Parvati grinned and said she’d love some Darjeeling. I set about making some for us and asked if she’d like something to eat. We settled on some cereal and I told her where the bowls, spoons and everything were. She set the table and patiently waited for me to finish making the tea. When I was finished I brought her a mug and added sugar and cream to the table. I turned on the little set of speakers I keep on the table and connected my phone to it, setting it to play some music. “Love Hurts” by Incubus came up randomly and Parvati commented about how much she likes this song and the band. We chatted about music old and new while we ate. I noticed there was a pool of something on the edge of the table and wondered what it was when it dawned on me. It was some of Kamala’s cum. Discretely, I wiped it away with my hand. I’d have to remember to wipe off the table, I thought to myself with an internal grin. Parvati and I exchanged looks, jokes, and anecdotes as the time passed pleasantly. We finished eating and both cleaned up after ourselves and made our way into the living room to watch something on my media computer and TV. She described a movie one of her friends back in her home town had told her was funny. She didn’t know the title but remembered some of the actors that were supposed to be in it. After a little research on the actors, I quickly found the title and used that to initiate a download. “Just like that you can get it? That must be expensive.” Parvati looked a little impressed, and asked questions. I delicately explained how if one had the technical know-how it was possible to get many things online for little or no cost. With my very fast connection, by the time I was done explaining, the movie had finished downloading. It was some kind of forgettable teen-oriented comedy. We started watching it and about 20 minutes in, Kamala sent me a text message asking if I had a minute to chat away from Parvati. I replied saying that I did and told Parvati to continue watching while I stepped out on the front porch to make a call. She nodded and I started dialing her mother. “Hey Kamala, How’s your first day going?” I asked. “Stressful, however it is going fairly well. My boss seems like a bit of an arse, but I’ve had worse. How is Parvati behaving?” “Oh she’s sweet and well-mannered. It’s obvious you’ve done a great job raising her. She and I are watching a movie, and finished breakfast a while back.” “Thank you, Vincent. I’m glad she’s behaving well. Listen, about that request I would make of you…” “You’ve definitely piqued my interest, Kamala. How can I help?” She hesitated for a moment and then the words began to spill forth in a rapid torrent. She spoke quickly and earnestly. “Well…it’s a delicate situation. Parvati has been, for the most part, quite sheltered. Outside of sneaking the occasional R-rated movie, and talking with former soccer teammates, she’s nearly oblivious to all things sexual. As old as she’s getting, I want that to change, but that is not something a mother can really remedy. She needs a teacher, a guide, someone that isn’t going to use and discard her. She needs to learn about what it means to be a woman, sexually. She needs to learn about the male body and how to please him. I’ve looked for books and other ways to help, but they’re all inadequate. She needs hands-on experience. I know this is incredibly taboo for me to even consider, but I trust you, Vincent. I know with absolute certainty you’d never hurt me or my daughter. You don’t have it in you. Could you help me? I’m terrified you’ll think I’m some kind of deviant. I’ve been debating with myself all the way to work whether I should ask or leave it alone. I hope it’s not too soon. I’ve seen you look at her with clear signs of desire. Parvati also told me about the foot massage last night. I think it was wonderful that you did that for her. That’s exactly the kind of gradual, gentle guidance I’m talking about that will draw her out of her shell and lead her to a healthy mutual relationship one day. Nearly all women are scarred deeply in the discovery of sex. They’re d**gged, ****d, abused, coerced, and discarded by uncaring men with only selfish desires. I haven’t known you long, but it’s clear you are not like those men. Not like my ex-husband. I want something different for Parvati. I want her to enjoy and embrace the discovery of sexual fulfillment. I want her to be taught the right way to please a man and herself. I want her to have a chance at a happy life with a good man. This will help her on that path. I’ve been thinking about this for years, but the missing piece of the puzzle was always finding a man I could trust. I believe you’re that man. Will you help me Vincent? Will you help Parvati in this way?” There was a solid minute of silence on the line. I had no idea what to say. It was beyond belief. When she was speaking I didn’t believe my ears. This was a fantasy in my head, not reality. There’s no way this could be happening. But it had. She was asking this of me. I felt like kind of an asshole because of the thoughts I’d had last night and this morning, but I hadn’t acted on them. I’d shown restraint when most guys would have f***ed the issue then and there. Maybe I was just trying to convince myself I’m a good person, but I don’t know. “I…I’m kind of speechless. I won’t deny that I have looked at Parvati and had those thoughts, but this seems like you’re offering me a chance to have my cake and eat it too. We just started seeing each other last night. This won’t bring up any jealousy issues? You’d share me with her? What if she isn’t interested?” “Oh Vincent, she’s very attracted to you. We talked for hours after leaving your house last night. She thinks you’re kind, cute, and she confessed to fancying you in a way she’s never before experienced with other boys. Had she known what to do, she’d have jumped you last night. Did you notice all the nonsense with her shorts? She told me about that and it was difficult for me not to laugh. She’s fumbling in the dark. Can’t you help her find her way? As for the jealousy, this situation is different than a cheating boyfriend or a lying spouse. I want you to tell me about her progress. I want to be involved. I want you to say yes.” “Kamala, this is a lot to take in. I won’t pretend not to be extremely interested in the prospect, but I don’t want to hurt either of you, no matter how well-intentioned this proposal might be, there is so much that could go wrong.” “That is true no matter how she is initiated into sexual adulthood. I’m a big girl and can handle myself. Parvati is old enough to make decisions herself and she’s already decided to pursue you. I haven’t discouraged her. The crucial factor will be how we let her know that we’ve been together already. That is, if she isn’t already aware.” “What happens if she falls in love with me after we have sex? Won’t that scar her?” “It is inevitable. She’ll fall for you. But better to be let down easy by a kind man like you than getting cruelly dumped by some insensitive arse from a fraternity or something. These are things she must learn how to deal with. Better this than the alternative.” I had to admit she was making sense. I couldn’t find fault with her logic but honestly I wasn’t trying that hard. I wanted Parvati. Last night I’d already decided I’d have her. Why was I hesitating now that her own mother was giving me an engraved invitation to fuck her daughter? “What do you want me to teach her?” I asked. “Well, for starters, how to masturbate. Also, the male anatomy. Where to touch and how. I want you to teach her how to have healthy, pleasurable sex. Obviously, exclude the nasty things involving urine or excrement or any of the violent or bl**dy things one might find in the darker corners of the internet. I know you’re not into that sort of thing, but it needs to be said. Just take it slow and build upon each lesson. Obviously I don’t need to mention that if she’s uncomfortable or unwilling then move on to something else. Use your best judgement, Vincent. I trust you. Will you do it?” “I’m still adjusting to the new reality. I’m still having trouble believing two of us have been together. This is a whole new universe.” “I understand. Think it over and we’ll discuss it further when I return home from work. Though, I suspect Parvati will win you over before I return.” Kamala said with a laugh in her voice. She continued, “I have to go, my break is about over. I’ll see you soon, Vincent. I still want you tonight, so save some cum for me, ok?” she said with in that sexy deep tone of voice she seemed to reserve for sexy talk. “No fear on that score. I look forward to it. Have a good day at work, Kamala.” She wished me the same and hung up. I stood there on the porch for a few minutes thinking over everything we’d discussed. It was almost too much for my mind to process. How in the hell had I lucked into this situation? Did I want to take on this responsibility? What if things went wrong? What if Kamala decided to call it off? With these doubts swirling around in my mind I entered my house again. I heard Parvati’s clothing rustling and saw movement in the corner of my vision. She was lying on her side on the couch facing the television. Her skirt was higher on her hips than before and barely concealing anything. That fourth button on her shirt was undone and her breasts were nearly exposed. Her sexy stocking-clad legs were slightly bent, feet and toes extended to a point. She had her head propped up on an elbow and was tucking her hair behind one ear with her free hand. Just looking at her, I already knew that all doubt was gone. The iron-clad certainty that I’d have her in every possible way had returned. Not only would I have her but I’d teach her everything I knew. She’d do everything I asked of her with a smile because I asked nicely. As I approached she smiled, scooted a little to make room, and lifted her legs up so I could sit. Seeing up her skirt, I noticed she was wearing a transparent black pair of thong panties. The tentative and hopeful smile on her face washed any lingering misgiving away. She obviously wanted to reach out to me. I sat on the couch and gently guided her legs down onto my lap. She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms and legs causing her skirt to ride up a little more. I could now see that the portion of her thong that was supposed to cover her pussy was bunched up and wedged inside her delicate labia. She had only a hint of thin fuzzy pubic hair sprouting out of each side. When she stopped stretching, the skirt lowered again and deprived me of that interesting view. I looked her in the eye and smiled. I tried to communicate to her through eye contact alone that I knew what she was doing and that I liked it. She got a sheepish expression on her face but her eyes never left mine. I wanted to know what she would do. How would she react? I saw her nerving herself up to act, but it was obvious she was scared. I decided to draw it out and let her make the first move. It didn’t take long. We went back to pretending to watch the ridiculous teen comedy movie. I had missed half of it and had been totally distracted through the rest, but it’s plot was pretty formulaic and easy to follow so I knew I wasn’t missing much. Parvati shifted positions again and asked if it was ok for her to put her head on my lap. I, of course, said yes and was rewarded with a sly smile. She put her cheek right on top of my throbbing erect penis and pretended not to notice. I could see down her shirt now and noticed that she had no bra on again and the lower breast was threatening to spill out of her shirt. She kept fidgeting under the guise of getting comfortable but it was obvious to me that it was more than that. A few minutes passed by and the movie was getting more and more ludicrous, culminating in a giant keg party in some giant house filled with actors in their thirties pretending to be 18. I noticed that Parvati had brought up a hand and laid it on my thigh, just in front of her face and started kind of caressing my leg and rubbing her cheek up against my straining dick. I decided to return the gesture and started caressing her shoulder at first, then running my fingertips up and down the side of her torso. I noticed that gave her the chills and kept it up until I could see goosebumps forming on the skin of her upper arm. Every time her hand caressed my thigh, it went a millimeter higher. I loved this extremely gradual procession. She was getting bolder, slightly more confident. I started stroking her hair and cheek with my other hand. She leaned into the touch and I could tell she was smiling. “Vincent? Can I ask you a question?” “Of course, Parv,” I said using the short version of her name for the first time. I could tell her smile grew wider and she started to press a little harder as she rubbed her cheek on the bulge in my shorts. “If I confess something, will you be mad?” She asked with a nervous quality to her voice. “I can’t imagine anything you confess making me angry, sweetie.” “I saw you and mom together.” I froze. How should I react? I already suspected she knew Kamala and I had fooled around, but I’d been in denial about the motion by the window. What did she think about her mother and me? She was still stroking my thigh and rubbing her cheek against my imprisoned cock, though, so I continued running my hands over her. She continued, “I stood outside the window and watched. I-I…touched myself while watching my mom go down on you. I’ve heard my friends talk about it, but that’s the first time I’d ever seen it for real. One time, when I was sl**ping over at a friend’s house, I watched a porno that we took from her dad’s collection, but this morning was the first time I saw a real penis before…other than my dad’s when he was getting out of the shower or something. His was smaller and I never saw it hard.” I figured it was better to let her continue, so I prompted her with, “what did you think, watching us?” “I wanted to take her place. I imagined what it would be like and started touching myself. I really liked it when she got on top of you but reversed. The way you used your hands on her…I want that.” Her hand crept further up my thigh. She was still facing the TV but the hand stroking back and forth along the inside of my thigh was starting to go up the pant leg of my shorts. She was getting closer and closer to touching my balls and the anticipation was killing me. My hands started to roam a little more. Instead of fingertips, I used my palms and started running one hand up and down her side and arms, following a circuit that kept inching closer to her ass and breasts. She kept shifting and encouraging me to go further with her movements. “Parvati, you’re a beautiful young girl, why would you want a dirty old man like me? You could walk down to the park and have a dozen boys your age willing to jump in front of a bus just to see you bend over.” She laughed easily and sighed, “Boys my age are assholes. And it’s pretty obvious they don’t know anything.” The hand she had up my shorts wasn’t really coming out anymore as she went back and forth and I felt her fingertips slide up once more, this time into my boxers too until she ever-so-lightly brushed my scrotum. She surprised me by quickly withdrawing her hand and flipping around to face me, her head still in my lap. One of her breasts was now free from her shirt and distracting me. I wanted to go slow, but my entire body was screaming at me to just take her. Looking into my eyes, with a nervous expression she asked, “Can I see your dick?” I smiled down at this dazzling Indian countenance in my lap and said, “Not yet, but soon. We need to straighten some things out first.” “Like what?” “I can teach you about these things but you have to do as I say and listen carefully, agreed?” “I promise, Vincent! I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just make me feel good like mom this morning” she said with so much eagerness. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Parv?” “I’m not sure…maybe. I’ve played with myself and it felt good. One time when I was sl**ping over at another friend’s house, I found this little glass thing shaped like a dick. Late at night I took it into the bathroom and pushed it into me. It hurt a little and there was a little bleeding, but it felt really good after a few minutes. I stopped when I heard one of her parents get up and go to the kitchen. I got scared and put the little glass dick back where I found it after washing it off.” Just thinking about her tentatively using that dildo was making me so hard I thought my dick might explode. For a moment I froze and just savored the view of this girl laying on my couch, head in my lap, one leg bent at the knee and vertical, and the other straight. Her skirt had flapped up showing me her nearly exposed pussy. The fabric of her thong already visibly soaked. We hadn’t even done anything and I was hovering near release. “Ok Parv. Stand up in front of me, please.” She immediately jumped to her feet in front of the couch and looked at me with wide eyes, biting her lip, and repeating that endearing pose with one knee turned inward with the heel raised. She looked so innocent and sexy at the same time. “First, I want you to take off that top…slowly please.” She started unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her oxford shirt a little shakily. I could tell she was near bursting with anticipation. She removed the shirt and I got a good long look at her bare breasts for the first time. They were perfectly rounded, hanging high on her chest and looked supple enough to bounce a dime off. Her right breast is slightly larger than the left. The arealos are much smaller than her mother’s, about the size of a half-dollar, with larger nipples, looking hard enough to etch glass. “Play with your breasts Parvati. Pinch your nipples. Pull them. Squeeze them for me.” She did as she was told. She cupped them together, and then grabbed her nipples between thumb and index finger and pinched, pulling them away from her chest and then letting them fall. All the while she stared into my eyes, watching me watch her. She repeated that a few times and asked, “What next?” while still playing with her own tits. “Face away from me, bend over halfway and slowly pull down that skirt.” Her eyes portrayed a huge amount of excitement as she did what she was told. She turned around, looked back at me and bent over. Slowly she reached back and pulled her skirt down inch by inch exposing her perfect rounded ass and the transparent black thong underwear with lacy decoration around the waistband. About the time the skirt was around her knees she was looking forward and so didn’t see me reach up to grab her by the hips, and pull her toward me. She squealed in delight and I placed her between my legs, with my shorts-covered cock jabbing into her ass and lower back. I began moving my hands over her. From her hips up her sides with palms flat and fingers splayed, I moved my hands over her, savoring the silky smooth texture of her cappuccino-colored skin. I finally had her in my arms like I’d fantasized about last night. My hands continued to roam. Parvati sighed in contentment and lay back against me with her head resting on my chest just below my chin and her hands running lightly up and down my legs. I inhaled her intoxicating feminine scent and felt d***k with it. My hands passed up over her taut belly until I finally had her breasts in my hands. I squeezed them and teased her nipples, getting my fill of the simple pleasure a man gets from playing with breasts. “Mmmmm. That feels nice.” Parvati said in a breathy high pitch. With one hand still continuing to pinch her nipples lightly and squeeze each of her breasts alternatingly, the other slowly inched downward. Once past the waistband of her thong, I brought my fingers together making my hand into a paddle-like shape. With my fingertips oriented downward, I slid down and cupped her mound in my hand and applied pressure over the whole area, pulling her toward me. I cocked my head to one side and brought my lips right next to her ear and whispered softly, “Now my darling Parvati, I’m going to show you how to give yourself an orgasm. Are you paying attention?” Her whole body shuddered when the word ‘come’ escaped my lips. In a breezy high-pitched sigh of a voice, she said, “Please show me how, Vincent. I want to know how to do it right. I want to feel like mom did earlier. I’m paying attention. Oh please…” Still cupping her mound with my hand flat and playing with her breasts with the other, I started to apply more pressure and began massaging her pussy. Every time I pressed down, her hips thrust forward to meet me. I pulled her thong out of the way and tucked it into the cleft between her already dripping pussy and thigh. Keeping my hand flat, I started spreading her juices around, enjoying the gooey slippery texture. Once her labia were totally drenched in fluid, I spread my ring finger and index finger apart, pulling her pussy lips wide and allowing my middle finger to probe a little deeper. I began running the tip of my finger up and down the trench between her outer and inner labia finding the entrance. So slowly I could feel her legs straining, I inserted my finger about one knuckle deep. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she was shaking and straining to push forward and thereby f***e my finger deeper, but the heel of my hand held her fast. Again in a breathy high-pitched squeal, she said,”Oh Vincent that’s not fair! Please put it all the way in. Better yet just put your dick in me. I want to know what it feels like. Pleeeeease!” I whispered in her ear again, “Patience, my girl, we’ll get to that once I’ve finished this lesson. I promise. Taking it slow is soooo much more satisfying. Are you listening, Parvati?” “It’s hard to concentrate but yeah I’m listening,” she said between ragged breaths. I pulled my finger out and moved the tip upward until I found her little love button, and used the lubrication I’d found in the entrance to good effect circling and stroking her stiff little clitoris. As soon as my finger made contact with it, I heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a juddering sigh of pleasure. I kept at it, teasing, tickling, circling, and rubbing her clitoris. Parvati’s cries of pleasure began to take on added urgency and volume. She was already close. The hand I’d been using to play with her breasts now quickly went downward. I gathered more of her juices onto my other middle finger and made sure it was totally lubricated. Once I was certain it wouldn’t hurt, I slowly inserted the finger and continued stimulating her clitoris with the other. I was astonished at how tight she is. I wondered if I’d even be able to get my cock in there. She began to buck against my hands and pleaded for me to continue. “Vincent, never stop. This is the best I’ve ever felt…oh my. Oh my. Oh my.” She kept repeating as she got ever closer to climaxing. I inserted the penetrating finger deeper, hooked it a bit and began tickling the walls of her pussy looking for her g-spot. I was strumming back and forth across the textured ridge with my finger as far in as it would go. My other finger would slide down and gather fluid from time to time in order to make sure her clit stayed bathed in her natural lubricant. I doggedly kept stroking her clitoris and felt it get puffier and the hood slide back. I pressed inward hard with both hands and nearly lifted Parvati off the couch with the hooked middle finger in her vagina. She pressed her hips forward for more and kept bucking like that back and forth as I played her pussy like an instrument eliciting all kinds of delightful music in the form of moans of pleasure and incoherent words of encouragement. She was nearly there. “Vincent! Oh my god, I never knew I could feel like this! Oh god don’t stop!” Whispering in her ear again, “Alright my sweet girl, you’re nearly there. I’ll do this anytime you want. Think about that. Anytime you want me, I’m yours. We can do this every day again and again.” Just as I finished whispering, the last ‘again’ she came so hard I thought my finger deep inside her might break off. She grabbed the tops of my thighs with her hands and held on for dear life. Her whole body tensed as she came. Her breath was shallow and rapid. Her cries had risen in volume and pitch until she was squealing like a tea kettle. I felt her entire body relax and go slack against me as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. “Vincent, I’m coming. I’m coming. It feels so good! You make me feel so good! OOOOOOOOOOOH!” It hit her again. I couldn’t tell if it was the same orgasm or another but her whole body went rigid again and her hands gripped my thighs even tighter, her nails biting into my skin a little bit but not painfully so. “Vincent! Ohmygoditfeelssogood!” She continued to come and I marveled at how long her pleasure was lasting. She was so incredibly responsive and compliant. This was the dream! After a few more moments she collapsed back against me as limp as a puddle of jelly. Once I was sure her orgasm was over, I began to lighten the pressure on her clitoris and slowly withdraw my finger from inside her. Contented noises like a happy kitten came from her as I wrapped my arms around and hugged her to me tightly, slowly rocking her from side to side. I whispered once more in her ear, “That’s my girl. You’re a good student. Did you enjoy your first lesson?” “Oh my god YES! I’m sure now that I’ve never come before. I’ve never felt like that.” Her arms came up and hugged mine. We were so cozy and she was obviously content so we stayed like that for some time just embracing and rocking side to side. With a sly smirk in my voice, I said, “If you think that’s good, just wait for Lesson 2.” Without missing a beat, she asked,“Can we start now?” To Be Continued… (Hope you all enjoyed this latest installment in the continuing series. Let me know what you think in the comments. Compliments and Constructive Criticism are welcome. Happy wanking ;)