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Fucking Buddha

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Indian wives, ninety percent, don't go to work. They stay home and call themselves housewives. But fate was so cruel to me that I was destined to give up the so-called housewife status to work and earn for my family. I had to support my only daughter and my invalid husband.

I tried all possible means to earn. I tried as a sales girl. The owner of the shop, taking advances, pressed my breasts one day, squeezed my buttocks another day, that and all I allowed, but when he wagged at me his skin capped penis one day I was scared. I gave up the job. I tried my luck as a house maid too. The men folks there, the land lord, his college going son and the land lord's father-in-law, all of them wanted to have sex with me, to the back of their women folks, that of course I understood, but when they exposed me their foreskin clad pricks I was panicked. I stopped going there. I tried even prostitution, but with the very first customer, when he pulled out his uncircumcised cock, I babbled in panic and ran out. I never went indoors again. I went into the open, on the garbage laden streets of Mount Abu, and survived as a rag picker.

Sunrise would be only at 6:30, even in summer, over the hills of Mount Abu. I get up at 4:00 to 4:30 a.m. and start working. I had to start my work so early in order to have an edge over my competitors. My competitors were street children. And they come in flocks.

On that day, I went into the streets, as usual, picking rags. After quite some time, I became aware of a young man following me. I felt a chillness running through me. I sped up and moved towards the lake, where security persons would be posted. That man chased me not, but in his leisurely phase followed me there also.

"Where are you heading towards, sir?" a security man intervened him, "Nobody is allowed in the lake area before 6 O' Clock."

That young man, then, backtracked. I felt relieved.

I could almost fill up my big container bag before sun rise. My competitors, the street children, arrived by then.

At sunrise, I was in the market area, searching through the vegetable wastes. And suddenly there I noticed him, the young man who followed me in the early hours. He was watching me. No, it seemed, he was admiring me. I observed him through side glances. He was tall, young and also handsome, dark skinned though. He could be a South Indian, by his looks.

I took to the road towards my hut. He followed me there too. My hut was located near a small bridge of a narrow stream, on the eastern bank of the lake. We had raised it over a small plateau. Other huts were in the valley, on both banks of that small stream. Poor people of Mount Abu were living there.

My follower was on my tail. I reached the bridge, then got down from the road and went up towards my hut. Once I climbed the plateau, where my hut was, I turned around and looked for him. He was standing there near the bridge. I knew, being a man of high strata, he would not follow me in to the slum.

I put my rag-bag in a corner and went inside my hut. My six year old daughter was sleeping still. I took some water in a plastic bottle and came out. My eyes strayed towards the bridge. The man who followed me was nowhere around. I smiled, within me, a bitter smile. Then with a sigh of relief, I stuck on to my morning routines.

I came down and stepped on the road. Brahma-kumaries, gents and ladies in white robes, had already started their morning walk around the lake. I walked north, took a narrow path and climbed the hill and went behind a rock. I sat down lifting my saree and skirt. After relieving me of my bowels, I moved a bit forward and started washing my ass with the water I carried in the bottle. Only then I noticed him, the young follower, standing on the high platform of the nearby rock-garden, watching me intently. I felt shy and covered my head and of course the other uncovered parts. I left immediately and went straight into my hut.

I went behind my hut and washed myself behind an enclosure. Thoughts of my husband raised their painful heads. After the riots, he couldn't manage himself to be useful in anyway. He couldn't think of a work for an earning. All these years, nearly seven, he never had the courage again to approach me his wife for sex. Poor man! And now, he didn't want to be a burden to me, it seemed. He ran away.

Drying out myself I entered back into my hut. I woke up my daughter, made her ready and gave her some roti to eat.

All these activities would have taken me an hour. But when I came out of my hut I could see him, that young man, standing there near the bridge. I was alarmed. I hesitated first, but made up my mind to face him. When I stepped on the road, over the bridge, I threw a glimpse at him. He met mine with a piercing stare. Something got snapped inside me.

I didn't go to the town, where I intended to go, but walked on the opposite direction. As I expected, he was behind me. After five minutes walk I took a diversion and went in to the hilly terrain behind some bushes. He took some time, to avoid others observations, and arrived at my side.

"Kya hai? (What is it?)" I questioned him annoyingly, "Kya chaahiye? (What do you want?)"

He was off guarded. He blinked at me pathetically as a fool. I felt a bit sorry for my rudeness.

He found back his courage after a minute. "I don't know. I have no intentions" he answered me in a majboor (weaker) Hindi. "You have a great structure. That's all I can see. You draw me like a magnet. That's all I can say."

I didn't know whether I was appalled or delighted, but I said in vexation, "Can't you see that I am a dirty rag picker."

"But, best things in life come from worse background." He announced, boldly.

His eyes were grazing at my body. I felt as if I was naked. But the point is that I experienced a hot wave through my body and a wetness welling up in between my thighs.

'Seven years, since we left Ahmedabad,' I reckoned, 'Thought of sex never crossed our mind. Now this rascal had rekindled it.' I took aside the 'pallu' of my 'saree' to sponge out the perspiration on my face. It exposed the jutting of my breasts in my tight fitting blouse. He looked eagerly at my exposure. His right hand moved to his crotch and pushed down something there.

That, when I observed, stirred my body hot, further increasing my juices to flow. I became more anxious then. I didn't want to lose him.

"People are climbing over there" I pointed out to him the trekking people, who were climbing on the near by mountain. "They could very well notice us."

"I too would like to climb, if you permit" he quipped with a mischievous smile.

His remarks raised my pressure. 'E no lund ne layeene maari bhose ma naakhvaanum joyeeye.' (I wanted to pull out his cock, then and there, and stuff my cunt with it.) Instead, I gave him a simple meaningful look and walked ahead. I found a hideout not very far. Behind a big rock there was a small space covered with a patch of grasses. My saree I removed, folded and spread over the grasses. Coming behind me, he was eagerly feeding his eyes on my physique, curved out in my tight chaniya (skirt) choli (blouse). I sat down. My heart was racing. He was looking at my heaving breasts. I looked up at him. He was handsome, boyish, not exactly black, but brown as a snuff, with broad shoulders and strong limbs. And to look at from down under, the bulge in his pants...

Immediately, shyness came over me. I patted the ground beside me. He sat down, but I kept mum. I wanted him to make the first move. He hesitantly placed his big hand on my shoulder. That was enough for me. I caught that big hand and placed it on one of my breasts. Taking the clue, he himself placed his other hand on my left out breast. He squeezed them and pulled me towards him. His face was so close to me. His jet black eyes were boring through mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying his eager gentle squeeze at my breasts.

He brushed his lips against mine. I opened mine a little. Then I felt his wet lips fully on mine. He pushed through my lips and entered my mouth with his big fleshy tongue. I received it readily and sucked at it. Then he took my tongue in to his mouth and played to it with his own tongue. Eagerly I played with him.

I opened my blouse. There was no bra to interfere. I surrendered their bareness unto his open hands. He cupped their already congealed fleshiness and started squeezing them as one kneading aatta (flour) to make roti. My nipples became painfully erect and were getting mangled under his palms. Leaving my lips he took my breasts in his mouth and started sucking them and their nipples one by one. He was at them for quite sometime that it only increased my passions, evaporating my patience.

I myself downed his pants, inserted my hand into his brief and pulled out his manhood. His mottu lund (huge cock) sprang up in my hand like an angry snake. I was fascinated by its size. It was like a granite piece in its hardness and color. Its well exposed bulbous head was shining like a peeled off onion with its fish-mouth already oozing pearls of pre-cum. I smeared his pre-cum with my fingers over his cock-head. His cock impatiently stabbed at my palm.

I opened then the buttons of his shirts. His broad chest was covered with shiny black hairs. His stomach was flat.

I climbed on his lap and embraced him, entrapping his erect cock in between our bodies. I pummeled his hairy chest with my stiff nipples and jutting breasts. He encircled me with his muscled arms, crushing me against him and fucking his cock up through the tightness of our embrace. His moving cock was spitting its oozing pre-cum at the valley of my breasts.

"Now, show me your cunt" he whispered.

Enjoying the compress-recoil movement of his cock in between our bare bodies, I pressed my breasts more and more against his chest and said, "Why the cunt? This fucking itself feels great."

"But I want to have a look at your cunt" he insisted like an adamant child.

I looked up at his face. A baby face it was, indeed. He looked like a grown up child. His clean shaved face was radiating. Our eyes met. I smiled. He kissed my lips. Crushing my breasts against him, I kissed him back.

Breaking the kiss he pleaded again, "Please, allow me to see the beauty of your naked cunt."

I separated and laid myself on my back. I pulled loose the rope, but didn't push down my skirt. With one of my feet I teased his standing cock, inviting him for action, but at the same time I covered my face with my hands out of shyness. He pulled down my skirt and tossed it aside. I didn't wear any panties. He caressed my naked body from toes to temple with his fingers, which sent shivers all over my body. He moved up slowly and made me hot to want more and more of him.

He massaged my thighs. Then he kneaded the fleshy mound of my shaved cunt, running his fingers now and then all along the crack, manipulating the labial swelling and teasing the pleasure button. I couldn't bear the sensations. I myself widened my thighs and offered my cunt to his access, willingly. He kneaded and kneaded my cunt as one kneads a mango fruit to make its pulp into juice, before he bites open its skin to suck out the juices. Then he pushed his middle finger into the slushiness of my crevice. His finger being so thick and long, I felt as if a cock had entered my cunt. I lifted my buttocks a little and fucked back at his invaded finger, exposing my eagerness shamelessly, contradicting my hands hiding my face in shyness.

O his upward journey, he stayed at my breasts a while, pressing and squeezing them to cause my breathings hot and course. Then taking away my hands to uncover my face, he petted my cheeks, twisted my lips and murmured into my ears, "The fairness of your skin, the whiteness of your mounds, the pinky peaks of your nipples, the golden brown valley of your cunt and its rosy depths are rare wonders that I can not find such niceties on our part of the country."

Elated, I opened my eyes. We looked into each other. His eyes were sparkling and speaking so many love-tales. "What do you want me to do with you?" he asked.

I inserted my fingers into his dense hairs, held him by his hairs and jerking his head, urged him, "Fuck me. Fuck me now, immediately."

But he had other ideas. He started kissing me from my temple to toes. On his way down, he dwelled long on my breasts and sucked them like a starving baby feeding itself at its mother's. But on my cunt, he just snipped down as a dog at a useless thing, and proceeded on his kissing down to my toes. But then he knelt himself on his knees, brought his face on level with my cunt and engrossed in kissing it. When the tip of his tongue probed in to the seams of my engorged cunt lips, a shiver of pleasure ran through the length of my body. Enjoying a few minutes like that, he dived himself in between my thighs. I stretched out my thighs and presented him my cunt like a full blossomed flower. He started lapping at it and sucking his honey directly from its depth. He ran his tongue all along the labyrinths of its inner lips and on the rim of its swollen outer lips. He nibbled and sucked at my vattana (pea). He repeated all these actions again and again, but with variations in pressure and sequence. To admit sincerely, I lost my head somewhere in between and it is useless in trying to narrate the heavenly dance of his miraculous tongue on the inner and outer arena of my cunt.

As time went, waves of pleasure rippled through my body. Tossing my head this side and that side, moaning and groaning, I lifted my buttocks and pushed the gash of my cunt at his face. Suddenly my abdomen convulsed and the dam inside my cunt broke down to bath his tongue and mouth with the floods of its juices. My buttocks collapsed on the floor, but he didn't let me go. He lapped at my cunt for some more time, till he satisfied himself with his performance. Only then he raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I never had my cunt licked before. It took quite some time for me to return to this world. I smiled at him, but at the same time, out of shyness I covered my face with my hands. He took away my hands and kissed me tenderly.

Then he laid himself on his back. He lifted me up and made me sit on his thighs. He wanted me to fuck him from 'woman on top' position. That too I never did in my life before. Not only that, we never experimented varieties in our sex acts. I admitted him so. But he insisted. His cock was pointing the sky in its full glory. He made me mounted on it. He caught his cock by his right hand and placed its bald head in the entrance of my cunt. Then he pulled me by my hips and made me slip down on his cock. His cock filled my sheath with its hugeness. My buttocks rested on his balls. Yah Allah, his cock stretched the whole length of my vagina, entered the tight cervical ring of my womb and pervaded the secret depths of my fertility chamber. I remained there, stuffed with his hugeness, stunned.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Your cock is unbelievably big" I hissed.

"But your cunt is unbelievably hot and juicy" he hissed back at me.

I blushed at but enjoyed his rhetoric. With his instruction and guidance, I started my up and down movement. When he appreciated my quick learning I went red, but jumped up and down on his pole encouragingly. His cock was hitting me deep. I was bathing his shaft with my juices. Just in five minutes fucking, I reached my pleasure peak. I collapsed on his chest and kissed him affectionately.

He had not yet shootout his load. He reversed our positions. I was on my back. Splitting my thighs and placing them over his muscled thighs, squatting, he caught my fleshy boobs firmly as supports and positioned his cock-head, nuzzled at the juice-dripping crease of my swollen cunt lips. Raising himself on his toes and pushing forward he entered me and started attacking my satiated cunt with his ferocious cock. His cock was ramming in and out and by its mere massiveness it stretched out the walls of my vagina and started ironing out the fleshy folds therein. 'My poor cunt! It would loose its grip and remain for the rest of its life as a wrinkleless wide open bell mouth, once he completed this cunt-stretching fuck.'

Nevertheless, I lifted my buttocks up and enjoyed his merciless jabbing. My cunt was overflowing with its juices, drenching down my thighs and buttocks. A rhythmic sound as 'plug-klug-plug-klug-plug-klug' was produced out of our cock-in-cunt movement and echoed by the nearby rocks. Within few minutes my body rocked again and I let out a groan and climaxed.

Immediately he disengaged himself, rolled me on my stomach, pulled up my hips to raise my buttocks and entered my cunt, from behind, with the stiffness of his massive manhood. I felt as if I was busted in by a stallion. He brought his hands around my thighs and caught my breasts. He never let my breasts free. Squeezing them he started moving his cock in a deep and shallow movement. The deep movements were real attacks, in which his thighs slapped against my buttocks while the tip of his cock hitting against a far wall somewhere beyond my navel. My cunt was begging for mercy, but the savageness of his cock was heedless. Burying my face in the folds of my saree there under, I was moaning and groaning continuously. My cunt was full of pleasure buds being stimulated unbearably by his powerful long swimming cock. Peak after peak my body was rocked by the waves of pleasure. I was about to lose my consciousness, but then he increased his speed and... and so deep inside... his cock erupted...again and again... and flooded my cunt with his hot thick semen until it overflowed through the puffy lips of my cunt. He collapsed on me and I collapsed on the ground. We were lying there like that, breathing heavily and sweat pouring down from his body bathing mine.

When his cock completely shrunk down, he pulled it out and got up. I rolled on my back and looked up. And there he was standing with his flaccid cock. And I was stung by a thousand wasps. His penis, I found, hanging down like a drenched rat, was covered with a foreskin. Yes, he was uncircumcised.

"Are you not a Muslim?" I questioned him with a shuddering voice.

"What made you infer so?" he questioned me back coolly.

I gathered my cloths in horror and ran away from there. He was calling behind me, but I didn't look back. After a safe distance, I dressed myself and headed towards my hut.

The whole night on that day I couldn't sleep. I was tormented by the images of him and his sexual excesses. In the dead of the night, I shockingly realized that I enjoyed his sexual excesses to their cores. I realized also that I never had a pleasure trip like that before and would never have thereafter, if I part way with him. My body started yearning for his overindulgence. My cunt started itching for his long probing tongue and hard poking cock. 'I was a fool to leave him like that' I despaired, 'And by chance if he had left already...'

I didn't know the time, but I got up and hurried up straight to the spot where I spotted him the previous morning. And, ma shah Allah, he was there leaning against a lamp post, expecting my arrival, the whole night perhaps.

I ran into his stretched out hands. He hugged me. We locked in a frantic kiss.

Fortunately nobody was there to notice us. I led him into a dark lane. Leaning against a wall, I zipped down his pant and freed his monster cock and it was impatiently throbbing for action. I furled my saree and skirt above my waist. There was a curb wall of two feet height near my feet. I placed one of my feet on it, while placing the other firmly on the ground, leaning my back against the wall. I pulled him by his cock and offered my cunt. He wedged me up. We locked our lips. He started executing his lengthy strokes through the well lubricated tunnel of my velvety cunt. Unusual circumstances and an unusual way of fucking it were! Within seconds I convulsed through, released my juices and bathed his moving piston.

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