Kishen's Life-changing Discovery Ch. 03

Hello dear readers, if you've read the previous two installments of 'Kishen's life-changing discovery,' you'd have got used to Kishen narrating the encounters of his life. But because he has acquainted you to his parents, friends and a few other characters, I (AuthorErotica) thought of doing him the favor of taking over the narration.

The characters you've known will probably have their own steamy encounters.

Now that doesn't mean I am entirely barring Kishen or any character from narrating their perspectives. They will chime-in and share their experiences directly from time to time, should the need arise.

So lets go!

After hearing Tariq's sexual intimacies with their mutual best-buddy Deepak's dad and mom (Raj uncle and Hema Aunty,) Kishen's mind was horny and nuts. In the after math of listening to Tariq, he had a hard time staying focused. A few weeks back he saw his parents make out with his neighbors; and now this.

After Tariq left, he sat at the park bench for a good while, processing what he heard and witnessed. There was already a visible wet patch of precum on his pants. His dick was throbbing, pleading to be stroked.

"Before anything, I really need to get home and shag to clear my head," Kishen thought to himself.

In a dumbstruck manner, he walked back to his building that, as you know, was next to the park. His mind was too occupied to be concerned if anyone would notice his wet patch or not. As he got into the elevator, he thought to himself, "I came across two life-changing instances, but still, my life is still the same. All I can do is shag and sniff Neethu's and Usha Aunty's panties. When will I get any action?"

Just as the lift door was closing, it opened as Neethu pressed the lift button from outside. Carrying her baby, she was coming from her in-law's place to stay for the night at her place--Usha aunty's house.

"Hello Kishen! Long time no see. How are you?" asked Neethu as she got into the elevator.

"I am good. Where is your hubby Neethu didi?" replied Kishen.

"He gets off late from work and stays back at his place, which is close to his office. And you don't need to call me didi, Kishen. We played together as kids for Godsake."

"Ok, Neethu di..I mean, Neethu. Hope everything is going fine with you," Kishen asked.

"Nothing much." sand Neethu.

Silence ensued.

Kishen (re)notices that Neethu has developed flesh at just the right places after her delivery. Standing next to him was the girl with whom he played teacher, doctor, and hide-n-seek. From all that, she'd become the young woman whose pantie he sniffs.

Of late, whenever he saw her, he wondered if she still remembered their little 'flashing' incident from years ago. He sighed in silence thinking about what ensued-- Manoj sir catching them red-handed and scolding them.

Above all, Kishen wondered if she knew their parents are fucking, or if he should tell her about it.

"I see your pants have gotten wet," Neethu said with a sarcastic smile.

"Oh..sorry that's water," replied Kishen, covering the patch with his hands.

"Yeah right!!!"

"Seriously."

"Ok Kish, I believe you, no need to elaborate."

"Aha..its good to hear you call me Kish. I am reminded of the days we used to play and fool around," said Kishen.

"Yeah...those were good days," responded Neethu.

The elevator reached their floor, Kishen and Neethu continued to talk as they walked along the corridor to their respective houses.

"Its been what? 4-5 years? since we last ran around and played in these corridors?" asked Kishen.

"Yeah I guess. Time went by quick. And you've grown to look more like Sunil uncle."

Neethu noticed something was holding Kishen back from talking.

"Is everything all right?" she asked, just as they reached the door to Neethu's flat.

"Yes, all fine.." replied Kishen.

"Ok, take care Kish. Tell regards to Savi aunty and Sunil uncle," Neethu added as she rang the bell to her house.

"Neethu, will you be here tomorrow? I want to tell you something." Kishen blurted.

"What?"

Kishen had it in his impulse to tell her that he saw their parents fucking. But he decided not to reveal fearing how she might react.

"Uh...nothing. Just that I miss playing with you."

"Really? And you want me to believe that? Tell me what is it?"

"Nothing. Just that."

"Kish, I can tell when you're trying to hide something. Even when we were children playing around, I was good at catching your petty lies."

"Nothing! Really...."

Usha opened the door just then, and greeted Kishen upon seeing him.

Neethu looked sharply at Kishen for a few moments and said "OK fine. Can you meet me tomorrow?"

Usha looked confused, she had no clue what they were talking about.

"Wh..why? I have college." replied Kishen.

"Don't you ever bunk? Are you a nerd? You certainly don't look like one," said Neethu.

"Che...don't spoil my old student. Kishen, don't listen to her. Don's miss classes," interrupted Usha aunty.

Neethu looked at her, and then at Kishen, nodded and got in with a 'whatever' smile.

"Oh and Kishen, can you ask Savi to meet me later? Just remind her about my request?" said Usha holding the door handle.

"ok aunty," Kishen responded and turned and began walking towards his flat, hearing Usha close the door behind him. As he waited after ringing the door bell to his flat, he wondered what Usha aunty's request might be.

When Savitri opened the door Kishen saw Sunil (his dad) watching TV and sipping tea, sitting on the sofa in their living room.

"Usha aunty just asked me to remind you about some request she made." he told Savitri as he entered the house and closed the door,"

"Oh yes, I totally forgot," said Savitri, and turned to Sunil.

"Listen Suni, Ramesh wants our car tomorrow to attend a wedding in their native place. Can you go to office with in your bike until they come back?"

"They are going to their native?!? So they won't be there this Saturday?!?" Sunil asked, rather surprised, and mellowed down instantly after noticing that Kishen was listening.

Savitri too became conscious of Sunil's blurt. She turned to look at Kishen, and then looked back at Sunil.

"What's happening this Saturday?" Kishen inquired.

"No...nothing. Uh, I would need the car on Saturday." Sunil replied.

Kishen nodded. But he noticed Savitri letting out a "whew" before reminding him about feeding Usha's fishes.

"I will feed them," Kishen said as we walked to his room.

He now knew for sure they were cooking something up for Saturday. He couldn't wait. He was also delighted to know that there came the ideal opportunity to sneak back Usha aunty's and Neethu's panties.

As he shagged to sleep that night, he thought of Neethu's request to meet him.

The next afternoon, Neethu was surprised to see Kishen when she answered the door bell to her flat.

Kishen was instantly aroused on seeing her wearing a white nightie and holding her baby in her hand.

As she welcomed him and asked him to be seated, he took notice of how her white fabric embraced her body and enhanced her sexiness--the kind of sexiness that young new mothers beam. He gazed at her as she went into the Kitchen, carrying the baby.

Despite having known Neethu up-close since childhood, Kishen was shrouded by formality, and a sense of distance. He wondered if it were because of his inner guilt for fantasizing about her and her mother. Neethu noticed Kishen's demeanor. She thought it may be because of them seeing lesser and lesser of each other over the past few years, especially after she got married.

For Neethu, spending time with Kishen was a together-time they unknowingly lost since childhood. She wanted to know more about how Kishen had been doing.

Their casual conversations soon threaded to Neethu asking Kishen about his love life. She was surprised to hear that he wasn't in a relationship yet.

Just then the baby began to cry and Nethu asked Kishen to follow her to her room as the feeder bottle and cradle was there.

As Kishen followed Neethu to her room, he momentarily stooped at its doorway to take a glance at Usha aunty's bedroom. About 4 weeks ago, he secretly witnessed the sexual union of his parents and Neethu's in that room.

Neethu sat herself comfortably on her bed and asked Kishen to take a seat on the chair beside it. As she reached out to take a less than half-full baby feeder bottle from the table adjacent to the bed, Kishen saw an good view of her cleavage.

"So, are you still a virgin?" Neethu asked.

Taken aback a little by the question, but aroused at its abruptness, Kishen replied that he was.

Neethu then bought the topic of discussion to their conversation in the corridor, the previous day. She inquired what Kishen really wanted to say but he assured that it wasn't anything in particular.

By then the baby finished the milk in the feeder and began crying for more.

"Do you mind I feed him directly," Neethu asked Kishen.

"Uh...sure. I can wait in the living room." Kishen replied.

"You can stay. I don't mind," said Neethu.

She gave Kishen the baby feeder and asked him to keep it on the table. He reluctantly watched as Neethu slid her left breast out of the her nightie and directed the nipple at the baby's mouth.

Neethu noticed Kishen trying to suppress his heavy breathing. Glancing at side wall frequently, he was evidently finding it difficult to make and keep eye contact with Neethu while conversing.

"Why are you hesistant to look at me? What you are seeing is just a mother feeding her offspring. Nothing vulgar about it, Kish." said Neethu.

Seeking Kishen ease his shyness and tension a little bit, Neethu said, "I thought that wet patch on your crotch yesterday came from cuddling your girlfriend at the park."

"N...No...that was water," replied Kishen.

"We've come this far Mr. Kishen. And we're adults. Why do you still have to hide?" demanded Neethu.

"Ok fine! It was no gf. I was listening to a friend of mine talk about his sexual encounters, it was very arousing," replied Kishen.

Through conversations that ensued, he went on to share with her how he felt that he was missing out on action especially that his friend started experiencing it.

Seeing that the baby was full, Neethu stood up to keep him in the crib which was also next to the bed. She didn't bother to cover her exposed breast. For a few moments, her bare left tit was just inches away from Kishen's face. After carefully placing the baby in the crib, Neethu turned to Kishen.

Stepping closer to Kishen, she began rocking the crib with one hand, and started humming melodies to sleep the baby. Wiping off her baby's saliva from her left nipple with the other hand, she watched as Kishen's eyes shuttle helplessly between her eyes and tits. As her hums echoed in the silence of the room she gently extended her hand towards Kishen's face. He could no longer conceal his heavy breathing.

Neethu's hand cupped his cheeks; her fingers caressed his lips, eyebrows and earlobes, sending tinglings down his spine. She freed the other breast, leaned forward and brought her breasts closer to Kishen's face.

"Your wait ends here," she whispered.

Needless to say, Kishen took the plunge. He thrust his lips on her nipple so abruptly that she was nearly shaken and almost jerked the cradle. She had to push his head back to be tell him to be gentle.

Not seeming to acknowledge her request in entirety, Kishen began sucking on her nipple and running his face all over he left breast while one of his hands fondled the other. Eyes closed, she began humming and moaning, and moaning and humming. She never stopped rocking the crib with her other hand until the baby was fast asleep.

"Take it slow Kish, you are in a bit of a haste. Its all natural for first-timers, and its beautiful to feel. But try to take it slow," she whispered.

Kishen paused, leaned back on the chair and began unzipping his pants.

"Strip fully," ordered Neethu as she got rid of her nightie in a single swing of her hand.

The glory of her nudity beamed before Kishen. He stood up, removed his shirt, pants and inner in record time. Neethu was visibly amused. She grabbed his leaking tool and stroked it a few times.

Kishen was etching the moments in his mind. His time had finally come. It was the first time his tool was being stroked by a female and that too by a soul he often fantasized about.

Holding Kishen by his throbbing dick, Neethu walked him out of her room so as to not risk waking up the baby in anyway. She pulled him by his tool to Usha's bedroom, which made him all the more aroused.

Neethu positioned Kishen near the edge the bed--at the same spot where a few weeks back his mother had her pussy licked by his dad and Usha.

Kneeling in front of him, and holding his hands with hers, Neethu moistened her lips with her tongue and cupped his dick. She began blowing him, while staring at him to measure his arousal and reaction. The warmth and the moistness of Neethu's mouth working magic on Kishen's tool 'loosened' him in entirety.

The creaking sound of the bed echoed in the room as Kishen sat on the bed. Standing while being sucked on appeared to be to effortful for Kishen. Neethu pushed his chest with one hand, gesturing him to lay on his back as she continued to blow him.

Shifting to a squatting position from kneeling on the floor, Neethu made Kishen move further back on the bed so as to have him spread his legs on the bed. Stroking his tool, she started sucking on his balls, and went on to orally fondle the sweaty sensitive area between his hole and balls.

Kishen remembered how Tariq had told about Hema aunty running her tongue all the way from his asshole to dick tip. He was hesitant to ask Neethu to do the same. In contrast, he didn't feel the need to ask her to do anything as she appeared to know very well what she is doing.

There was no way Neethu was going to make any less of her opportunity to make out with her Kish. In a way, the origin of their sexual encounter goes all the way to that incident in their childhood which she fondly remembered. The memory flashed before her mind as she fingered herself while orally pleasuring Kishen.

Without taking her hand off Kishen's tool, Neethu got on the bed, and reached for a pillow with the other arm. Helping Kishen place the pillow below his neck, she positioned her pussy right above his face. Kishen watched her smooth thighs arching over his head.

"Welcome your first 69, Kish," said Neethu as she began blowing him.

Kishen took a moment to bask at the beauty of her semi-shaved pussy in closeup. He had already known how it smelt through her panties he used to steal. All he had to do is feel the feel he imagined he'd feel. Lifting his head, he rubbed his nose and pouted at the moist crack.

At that point Neethu stopped blowing him, lifted her chest form his abdomen, and supported herself with her elbows. She stooped to look at Kishen and their eyes met through the length of their upper bodies that ran parallel and opposite to one another. They exchanged a naughty smile of indulgence. They felt like kids again, picking up from where they were interrupted at the fire exit, years ago.

Taking initiative for the first time, Kishen pulled Neethu's hips onto to his face, making her sit up-straight. Going all-in with eyes shut tight like any first-timer, Kishen licked and tongue-fucked her. It didn't seem to matter to him how he felt doing the deed. Noticing that Kishen was rushing it just like he had probably learned from porn, Neethu lifter her hips from his face to stop him.

"Don't rush it Kish. Feel how it tastes. It will not be what you'd expect. Accept it anyway if you think you can take it," said Neethu. She tenderly placed her hips back on his face and leaned forward to blow him.

That was when Kishen began taking it slow by becoming more aware and involved in the indulgence. Guided by her moans and twitches, his lips and tongue explored the varying smoothness and coarseness of Neethu's privates.

After a good while of mutual oral indulgence, Kishen had Neethu on all fours in doggy style. He examined her asshole and pussy-bottom like a monkey being given a new fruit. Like a horny doggo registering the smell of newly-met female canine, he impulsively placed his nose at her butthole and took a long slow sniff,

"I'm not prepped for anything anal at the moment, Kish. Lets stay away from there," said Neethu, turning toward him.

She guided Kishen in fingering and lubricating her pussy with his saliva. With her face and chest on the bed, and ass-cheeks spread with both hands, she invited Kishen to fuck her.

"Here we go," Kishen thought to himself as he docked his tool in her. Building speed and getting the hang of mildly-paced pleasurable thrusting, he suddenly slid his dick out just as he was about to cum. He simply couldn't risk cumming soon and losing the arousal. To Neethu's surprise, he flipped her over, made her lie on her back and ran his tongue from Neethu's buttonhole to the clit and back. He was drawing inspiration from what Tariq told him.

"I see what your trying to do Kish, but its more pleasurable for the men than the women. Its our vaginal and clit areas that are much more sensitive. Run your tongue in, through and around it. Also, spread my pussy lips, and try drawing the alphabets with your tongue."

Kishen did exactly as Neethu ordered and ferried her to orgasm. He savored her squirt as it leaked, and kept licking until her shivering hands shad to stop him. Stroking his tool, he watched her come back to her senses from the shivering heights of orgasm. As much as he'd seen orgasms in porn, it all fell surreal to witness in real time.

"Water?" Neethu asked looking at him.

"Uh...no." he responded.

Neethu got up from the bed, went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of cold water.

"You'll need it later, especially after you've done more of the real deal," she said as she approached the bed smiling, and tossed the bottle into a corner on the bed.

Neethu knew that as a first-time her Kishen is an observer even while in action. Like a patient tour guide, she acquainted him with moves he's known only through porn.

Kishen, on the other hand, was getting a lot of reality checks. He realized how tit-fucking isn't as pleasurable as it is shown in porn. He came to know how the knees can ache while pumping in missionary, and how the calves are strained in doggy style. Those inconveniences inadvertently stopped him from cumming too fast. But he was visibly getting conscious about not being able to thrust for longer periods.

Assuring Kishen that he would get better with practice, Neethu did a wonderful job of prolonging the indulgence by switching through positions, and by weaving in kisses, cuddles, and fondlings amids their intercourse. She eventually built Kishen up to his final orgasm, and made him cum explosively at her. But alas! There wasn't much 'substance' so to speak. Kishen looked embarrassed.

"No need to be embarrassed. Stop masturbating too much. Besides, sex is almost always worth the wait," said Neethu as she scooped his cum off her face with her fingers and licked them clean.

As they lay in bed post a wonderful session, Neethu told Kishen that she intended to have sex with him for a long time, and that being able to take his virginity was a like a jackpot win.

"Why so?" he asked.

"Just like that. I have known you through childhood and my adolescence. I don't know if you remember the day we showed each other our privates and began feeling them before Manoj sir caught us and scolded." she asked.

"Yes I do remember it vividly. Wait till the old man finds out we fucked," Kishen said laughing.

Neethu laughed along.

"When was your first time? If you don't mind me asking." asked Kishen, kissing her cheeks.