by Makusr
“Yes”, I said as my eyes closed in anticipation of the things to come.
He bent down and took my big toe in his mouth. He brushed it lightly with his tongue and then sucked it. Having charged his carnal battery he moved down. His tongue took a walk down my leg, exploring and searching every inch of it, till he reached the hollow of my knee. Suddenly he got up as if something came to his mind. He moved to the ‘changing room’. My eyes followed him as he went. Slightly annoyed I was. Do it Amarpreet. Do it! I am dying to have it! He came out of the room with a belt dangling in his hand. He had a huge smile on his face. Slowly he moved towards the bed and stopped as he stood beside it.
“What Amar. A belt!” I had difficulty saying anything else as the whole belt episode of Seema and Amarpreet flashed through my mind.
“So”, he said as he dangled the belt above my breasts brushing the nipples lightly with the buckle. I didn’t know what to say or do. Instinctively I tried to move for his ‘Munni’, but he slapped my hand away.
“No, not now! Hold it!” He shouted as he pulled me off the bed.
Next moment half of my body, above my back was off the bed. I was in an uncomfortable position but endured. Smiling he came towards me, and tightened the belt just below my breasts, as he had done to Seema. I had surrendered all the controls over my body to him.
“Maya”, he called as he kneeled down on the floor, his ‘Munni’ touching my cheeks.
I jerked my head to ask what now.
“Maya, this will increase the size of your breasts and the nipples, for few moments, till the belt is there. They would be a treat to behold and to hold! Your nipples would get fuller, bigger and more rubbery. You’ll love it, when I feel them!”
So that’s what they were doing that day. Strange and quite mysterious is the world of sex! So many inventors and discoverers work here day and night. Tirelessly! Opening new world of ecstasy and satisfaction. As I moved my eyes to look into the mirror, I think I saw a different breast size. Amarpreet’s technique did work.
“So”, he asked.
“Yes. You are a genius!”
And then I couldn’t control myself and grabbed his ‘Munni’. I had waited too long for it! Nobody could have stopped me from doing so. And then as if by instinct I opened my mouth and lapped up the whole thing! I was in a trance and nobody dared disturb me then. It was then that I felt him pinch one of the nipples as he dug his teeth on the other one. It hurt! But that hurt gave me a strange type of enjoyment! He had pushed me to a different land of ecstasy and enjoyment. The shrieks and moans had been struck in my throat, unable to escape. Their route had been blocked by his ‘Munni’. At that time a strong and quite bizarre desire overtook me in its grip. A desire to have him come in my mouth! I wanted to taste his ‘juice’. Drink it! Swallow it! Anything! Suddenly he moved away from my breasts and turning in a different direction, buried his head between my legs.. He separated the nether lips of my ‘Bulbul’ with his hands. And, then his tongue moved in. Few thrusts of the tongue followed by its deep exploring probes He dug his mouth and bit the ‘Bulbul’ at the ‘spot’ by his teeth. And, then he nudged the ‘Bulbul’ with his nose. This man was making the whole face work hard! And, one thing more! By his dexterity and his expertise he had set the volcano active in my ‘Bulbul’, ready to erupt any moment.
“Maya I’m going to cum!” He tried to move away his ‘Munni’ from my mouth.
“No! No need to move. Cum inside!” My voice sounded like that of the Donald Duck! What with a huge ‘Munni’ inside my mouth.
“Then have it as you want!” He got busy pulling the roots of my ‘Bulbul’ with his teeth and slipped his tongue inside the ‘Bulbul’ once again. I had never had it like that. I had leaked many times. Though I’m not sure, but I think that I had not leaked this time. Probably I had squirted! Suddenly the whole body shook as if it was overtaken by a spirit. It did not just get ready for the orgasm. It exploded into it. A sudden release of the pent up emotions and desires. This man was genius on the bed. I had never had it so good in my life. I had always fell into orgasms. This time I had exploded into it! I thought he would be angry or surprised. Nothing of that sort happened. He just lifted his head up. Looked at me and winked as if he was sure of the outcome. Next moment he was back on duty.
Half of my body was on the bed. The other half was off the bed. Belt tightened under my breasts. Sucking and being sucked. I was his sex slave as well as his sex princess. He was my sex prince as well as my sex slave.
“Maayaaa!!” He sounded as if he wanted to intimate me something and he looked under quite a stress.
“Amar…”, the words died down my throat, rather sunk down as the first spurt of love juice filled my mouth. Even from that God forsaken position, I dislodged him with all the strength I could muster. I was choking as I tried to spit the froth from my mouth. Sticky, frothy and very strange in taste. I rushed towards the wash-room. Some of it definitely got down my throat before I could vomit it out. The more water I put in my mouth to wash, the more bubbles it formed. As I was beginning to regain my senses, two hands took me in their embrace and lifted me up. Amarpreet carried me back into the bedroom. He had a ferocious look on his face and all wet with my ‘Bulbul’ juices that he had got drenched with. He nearly threw me on the bed. I searched his eyes. No sympathy. Just a desire. A desire to hurt. A desire to please. A desire to extract the pleasure. A desire to well desire!
“At least remove the belt Amar”, pleaded.
He pulled me up by my legs and then hastily untied the belt and threw it away. As I lay before him completely surrendered to his whims and expertise, he lifted the mattress and took a pack out. Condom! I had seen it only once, when aunt Vidya had shown me. Then she had slipped it over a banana to show me how it was used. But seeing it I was simply flattered. Condom is the best gift a man can give his woman on the bed. It means in bold letters, ‘I love you and care for you as well’. He tore it fast, took the condom out and slipped it over his ‘Munni’. Once ready he kneeled down between my legs. Before I could sigh in relief, he pulled back my head by my hair. He covered my face and sealed my lips with his own. Before I could say something, he pinned me down by placing his knee on my leg and put the other one on his shoulder.
“Amar! My leg!. It’s hurting me. Move your knees”, I begged as I tried to wriggle out of the uncomfortable situation.
He shifted his knees and I could stretch my legs comfortably. Hardly had I become comfortable under him, that he slipped his hand under my shoulder to hold it tightly. With the other, he grabbed my beasts. He looked into my eyes for a second and then the deep thrust came.
“Easy Amar easy! Not so fast!” I tried to restrain him.
But sex is deaf. It is full of energy. It just acts. Oblivious of my protests and moans and sighs, which begin as a routine and then stay on as a girl’s measure of the pleasure she gets from the ACT, he carried on. As the pleasure grew he withdrew. I vehemently tried to pull him on me. He restrained me by raising his hand. Standing beside the bed, he pulled me towards himself by my legs. He grabbed my legs in his arms. I was half on bed and half in air, held by my legs tightly in his arms. In that position he pumped quite fast and with much strength. Penetrations were hard, deep and fast. My body jerked and shook violently on the bed. He didn’t let the tempo slacken for a second! Hard and deep thrusts were beginning to take its toll on me. The whole body was seized in a tornado. Dangling in his arms and controlled and guided by his thrusts, I tossed but didn’t turn as he pushed me to new highs of pleasure.
“Maayaaa!”
He took me in one final embrace and grunted as he held me in that position. I was myself caught in the pleasure storm and unable to suffer the pleasure anymore, I closed my eyes. The typical weakness overpowered me. Again the same feeling of something being drained out of the body. He took out his ‘Munni’ from my ‘Bulbul’. His ‘Munni’ as glorious as ever and quite wet and dripping with pleasure, he released me from his grip and slipped bes
ide me. Coiled like a small ball of flesh I lay there. He was breathing very hard. He had worked incessantly in that position, which was not an easy thing to do. But his ‘Munni’ didn’t show any fatigue. It was still hard, black and strong, as it was when he had begun. He was ‘loin hearted’ and quite gifted in that aspect.
“I’m tired!” I said as I kissed him on his forehead
He didn’t say anything. Just held me in his arms, eyes closed and hands moving slowly on my back. I too lay there with my eyes closed as his. For me the orgasms had not ceased. Enjoying the bliss and the feeling of completeness, I lay there beside him, fully satisfied.
Ch-8
The Slight
Slowly but surely I built a place for myself in Amarpreet’s heart, and in the youth wing, that he had headed, as the time passed. Amarpreet was elected as the General Secretary at the national level, of the youth wing of the party. All of us were quite happy at his elevation. Before venturing out, he wanted to place a person, in whom he had complete confidence and trust, in the post he was vacating. And, naturally the choice zeroed in on me. I had his heart. I had his mind too. So, I went on to head the district unit of the youth wing of the party. I was clearly going in the right direction in my mission to rise and rise in life.. Everything was going well for me. I was the leader of the youth wing of the party. I was invited in party meetings. My word began carrying weight. People came to me for help. Help in solving their problems. I was interacting with district authorities. I was leading processions. My photos began to appear in the media. But I was a girl who never forgot two things in my life in whatever position I might have been. First, my current position and second, my future goals. I always took Amarpreet in confidence in whatever I did. I never took any decision without consulting him, lest he should think that I was ignoring him. His doubts if any, were promptly cleared by me on the bed. He never returned dissatisfied! He believed in fantasies and I used my ingenuity in devising and fulfilling his fantasies. Aunt Vidya, I was clearly thinking through my ‘Bulbul’! Life was clearly on upswing. In all these pursuits, my passion for studies never diminished a bit. I was still at the top of the class. But you can’t plan everything in life, can you? No. This defining incident happened when everything was going as per the plan.
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Tragedy struck us when we were least expecting it. My father suffered a stroke, with partial paralysis of the left side of his body, while he was attending the party meeting in New Delhi. He was immediately rushed to the A.I.I.M.S., the premier medical institute in New Delhi. From there he was shifted to a private hospital. He did not deteriorate further, but the recovery was slow, very slow. He was advised rest and that cut his political activities substantially. The Minister and Amarpreet had been a great help to us in those testing times. The whole family was affected. Priorities were changed and the plans were redesigned. The most important being the marriage of my brother, Mahesh. That was a major thing, which preoccupied everybody’s mind at that time.
Father had changed a lot after that tragic incident. He had become much sentimental. We were used to seeing him roar, shouting and being angry. The incident changed him much. He kept quiet and lapsed into a kind of helplessness, which was quite evident from his persona. His red fiery eyes had gone mild. They were often filled with tears. We all thought that marriage of Mahesh would be a welcome change for him. It would certainly give him something to cheer about.
Mahesh had shifted to Australia and was working in a software firm in Sydney. Rita was in the Final year of the M.B.B.S., course in the city medical college. A few months were left for her graduation. We waited for the completion of her medical course. She passed her exams in flying colors. Although we were planning for Mahesh and Rita, we also knew that they were in touch with each other. They too had planned much for their life and were looking forward to a great future ahead, together. Marriage was the natural culmination of the long courtship they had indulged in. My mother and aunt Vidya had absolutely no objection to the marriage. Father of course had his reservations about the matter. As Mahesh and Rita belonged to different caste, he was first reluctant about the matter. But after much persuasion by aunt Vidya and my mother, and because he had mellowed down much after that tragic incident, he gave his assent.
In India, caste is a defining rather controlling factor. It controls and defines the life of a person from his birth to death. Though other restrictions imposed by the caste had somewhat eased, yet marriage and courtship were still tightly in its grip. A girl was considered to be the honor (sic) of the family or the clan. And marriage in a different caste was considered to be an affront to the caste and a taboo. The result? The couple had either to elope or to pay with their lives, which was often the case. Man definitely is a social ANIMAL! Position in urban areas was changing, albeit slowly. But in the rural areas it was pathetic.
But we were not at all perturbed on that matter. My father and Rita’s father were childhood friends. Our families knew each other well. Our business interests were nearly common. But we didn’t know that opposition would come from an unexpected quarters. By an unexpected person. And, that man was Ranjit Dubey. Rita’s father. The dream meeting for which all of us had gone to his house, turned into a nightmare.
We were so happy that day. Mahesh had even talked to Rita that we would be going to seek her hand in marriage for Mahesh. They had even congratulated each other. We knew that she didn’t have the courage to speak to her father on that matter. Neither of us brought the topic before Ranjit Dubey. Not even, aunt Vidya. Father could not have been expected to bring the topic before Ranjit Dubey. He was not made that way. His physical condition also hampered his day to day activities much. Although he had recovered much from that, his face and his left hand still suffered from that. His gait had also changed and he had begun to walk slowly.
On that day we had happily gone to Rita’s house with the proposal. Everything was going well. Much bonhomie was experienced. Talks flew endlessly. After the food, when everybody was relaxing, father brought forth the topic of Mahesh and Rita’s marriage before Ranjit. And then, all hell broke loose!
“Balram, what a friend you are! You’ve stabbed me in the back!’ Ranjit not only looked visibly annoyed but was definitely looking violent.
Father and with him all of us, looked shell shocked. We couldn’t believe our ears!
“Ranjit!” father mumbled with difficulty, not only because of his physical condition and because he felt hurt and surprised. It was because; he had never expected Ranjit Dubey to talk to him in that manner.
“Balram how could you even think of that. I’m a high caste man and you are a low caste, you know. How dare you bring the topic of marriage before me!” He was shaking in rage.
“Ranjit!” Father’s eyes had turned fiery, but he was having difficulty in conversing.
”Balram, you people were born to work in our house. To tend our cattle. And you have the gumption to come here and talk about the marriage!” He stood up and came right in front of father in a threatening way. He continued, “Had you not been my friend, Balram I would have settled the matter right here and right now.”
Father got up with difficulty, but he was completely in rage. Unable to speak anything more than syllables, he opened and closed his mouth so much, that saliva dripped from his mouth continuously. He had difficulty standing and walking towards Ranjit Dubey. Seeing him stand and the condition he was in, I also stood up immediately, as did aunt Vidya. Consumed completely by anger I shouted at him.
“You should be ashamed of talking to your friend like this. Marriage or no marriage, how dare you!”
“You”, he said in a deriding tone, “just being the lackey of some Minister and his son, don’t think you can stand before me. I know your position well! Don’t make me open my mouth.”
“Aunt Vidya, hold father from one side”, I said as I supported him from the other side and said to my father, “let’s go father. No need to spend a single moment he
re.”
I came out of Ranjit’s house, before his verbal onslaught could goad my father into something very unpleasant.
During the whole drama that Ranjit had created in his house, Rita and her mother sat shocked. They did not utter a single word. I took a fleeting glance at Rita, just to assure her that I’ll manage it somehow. All of us came out of Ranjit’s house, completely disturbed. We came back to our house in our car, as father had difficulty in walking even short distances.
Once inside the house, I witnessed one of the most sad events of my life. Father crying inconsolably, in his room! I had loved my father. Feared him. Got angry with him. But never, even in my dream had I thought that a day would come, when I would have to pity him. Mother was by his side. Aunt Vidya was also there. But I didn’t go inside. I kept standing there, outside his room. Then and there, I promised two things to myself. One, I would see to it that, Rita and Mahesh were married. Two, Ranjit would have to pay for every drop of tear that my father had to shed because of him.
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Our visit had alerted Ranjit sufficiently. Rita’s movements were strictly watched and became quite restricted. His men were on constant vigil. He also began searching for a suitable groom for her in his caste. We had to act fast in this matter as we knew that he was also in a hurry.
On the other front, there was a clear cut divide between the upper caste and the lower caste in the village and the adjoining areas. The matter came to be debated everywhere, thanks to Ranjit Dubey. He talked about it, with all and sundry. Then as happens everywhere, vested political and economic interests crept in and in turn, fuelled it further.
People, who were opposed to my father or were envious of his achievements, had a great time stoking the fire. As for me and my family, we were at a loss to understand why Ranjit had acted in that way. But, soon we became busy in facing other things. Some factions of the party, who were opposed to him, stepped in to take the advantage of the situation. They tried to defame me. They tried to set up a tirade against me. At that time, Amarpreet turned out to be a great friend in that hour of need. He stood like a pillar, and scuttled whatever nefarious designs they had, and whatever was plotted and planned against me in particular. So it was not that we were short of friends and supporters. The caste divide worked for us also. Support, because of this divide, came from unexpected quarters.