Madhavi Ch. 3-5

I knew that I have a gori-chitti (fair) pussy, so I told him to go ahead. He went to the bathroom, and got his razor, shave gel, a mug of water, a small pair of scissors, and a hand towel dipped in warm water. He covered my pussy fuzz with the wet towel, which felt nice and warm, and slowly my pussy hair started dampening. Meanwhile, he caressed my silky smooth long legs from my crotch crease to my toes, whispering sweet nothings like "Kitni mulayam hai (Oooh, how soft). Bilkul malai ki tarah (So creamy). Is par to main agar apni jeebh bhi chalaoon to fisal jayegi (If I run my toungue on it, it will just keep slipping). Madhavu, tumhari laatein kitni sexy hain (Madhavu, your legs are so sexy). Jee karta hai ki inheen ke saath lipat jaane ko (I feel like wrapping them around me or hugging them)." After about ten minutes he said "Chalo bathroom mein. Ab tumhari pussy ke baal naram ho gaye honge (Come lets go to the bathroom. Your pussy hair must have softened by now). Baaki kaam bathroom mein karenge taaki carpet ganda na ho (we will do the rest in the bathroom, so that the carpet doesn't get spoiled)." He lifted me up, with my hands encircling his neck and his hands supporting me from my upper back and my buttocks, walked to the bathroom and gently set me down on the wide horizontal ledge at one end of the tub.

Rahul smiled. "Put your leg here." I rested my leg on the tub, which left my thighs open to him. My pussy pouted at him, the lips just beginning to swell with arousal. Rahul took the pair of small scissors and trimmed the hair on my pussy until it was nearly stubble. Clumps of curly light black hair drifted to the ground.

"You are really going to shave my pussy?" I squeaked as Rahul reached for the razor.

Rahul nodded. "You trust me, don't you?"

I smiled. I was sitting here naked in front of him, my bare breasts temptingly exposed, my slit growing softer and wetter every time he touched me. "Of course I trust you."

Working more Shave gel into a rich white lather in his palms, Rahul then painted the edges of my cunt with the foam. He shaved my pussy with short, brisk strokes, and then washed it away. The strokes of the razor were applied so lovingly that all my apprehensions evaporated and I started getting turned on again. He pulled the "ghoongat (hood)" above my clitty so that he could reach the hair around it with the razor. this touch sent electrical pulses through my clit and I gave an involuntary twitch. "Don't move, otherwise my concentration will be spoilt", Rahul said. He shaved on both sides of my pussy till my labia majora were clean. Above my clit, he left a small clump of hair untouched saying "Mujhe apne haath se pussy ke baalon ki kanghi karne mein bhi bahut mazaa aata hai (I love to run my hands in your pussy hair, as if I am combing them). Is liye yeh beauty spot diya hai (that is the reason that I have left this beauty spot)." He then continued down to between my ass-cheeks, spreading them, and getting rid of all the hair around my bum-hole too. After finishing, he sat back and admired his handiwork, and then started cleaning off the excess foam left over. While applying the foam, some of the foam had got between the nether lips, which he tried to wipe with his fingers, but, I was very excited and did not want to have an orgasm through finger-fucking, so I stopped him. He looked surprised, but stopped, and then finished wiping my cunt and legs.

"Dekho kitni chikanee choot hai", he said. I touched myself tentatively. "It's so smooth," I said in amazement. Rahul reached down and explored my freshly-shaven slit with his fingers. I stared as my clit emerged from its hood and my cunt lips swelled to a dark pink. "I can see everything."

Rahul smiled and continued to stroke my cunt, which was now dripping honey all over his fingers. I stroked my nipples absentmindedly as I stared with fascination at my cunt. My nipples were hard and flushed, Rahul knew it wouldn't take long. He shoved one, then two, then three fingers deep into my cunt and fucked me slowly. My pussy made quiet sloshing sounds as he thrust his fingers in and out.

I was moaning and panting quickly, as I stared at Rahul's broad fingers working in and out of my pussy. When I came, I watched in awe as my pussy leaked hot juice over his fingers.

Rahul was already pulling his cock out of his pants when I stopped him, my face still flushed from my orgasm. "Not yet," I said.

"What?" Rahul's cock was throbbing against his belly, pre-cum oozing down the shaft. He had to have my pussy, and soon.

I picked up the razor and smiled at him. "I'm shaving you first."

Rahul almost objected, but the image of me naked, my cunt wet and willing and waiting for him, made him stop. He dropped his pajamas and allowed me to trim him. "Careful,' he cautioned as I lifted the razor.

"Don't worry," I said. With incredible precision, I shaved his cock and balls clean, careful not to nick any of the delicate skin. The light touch of my fingers had Rahul rock-hard despite the dangerous nature of my work.

When I was done, I wrapped the warm towel around Rahul's throbbing dick and cleaned him off. "Now," I said, and straddled him right there on the bathroom floor, my bare cunt sinking onto his naked pole.

Both of us looked down as we fucked, watching. Rahul's cock looked even larger than usual, his naked balls fuller. It was easy to see his prick spreading the lips of my pussy apart with each stroke.

Reaching down between us, I fingered my clit, my palm rubbing my bare patch. Our fucking became harder and wilder as we watched our juices sliding down Rahul's hot root to his balls.

"That's so damn sexy," Rahul moaned as I slammed my pussy down on his shaft. "Fuck me with that naked pussy."

"I want to see you come," I said. I rode his pole until I felt his balls lift and tighten. Then I moved off his dick and rubbed my clit as he jerked his shaft. We came together, Rahul spurting his white cum all over my bare cunt. Then he leaned over and cleaned it off with his tongue, bringing me to another gushing orgasm.

"I've heard it hurts like hell when it grows back," I said as our breathing returned to normal.

"Well then we'll have to shave it every night," Rahul smiled.

We spent a total of two days and two nights in the Hotel. Since both of us had already finished our official work on the first day itself, these two days were filled with love, love-making and trying out new positions .... each of us trying to determine what turns-on the other the most. It was the happiest period we had so far spent together, without any thought to the realities that we had to get back to. I wanted to spend all my time with him.

Part 4

Madhavi continues:

On the journey back from Baroda, Rahul had once again reserved a coupe in the Rajdhani Express. We were still enjoying memories of the company we had of each other, on exclusive basis, for the last two days and nights. After we had settled in the compartment, we got talking about our lives. I told Rahul about the hassle-free college life I had led and how my friends had all got married. One of my friends had settled in Dubai and recently had a daughter, another one was settled in Surat, which, Rahul told me was just a two to three hour road journey from Baroda.

I also told him about the carefree way we used to gallavant around the town during those college days. Rahul, out of the blue asked me if we used to go around with boys. I told him no, though, I did have my puppy-love crushes. However, one of my friends, whose name was Madhu, did have a boyfriend, Subodh, whose father owned a photographic studio-cum-shop. Subodh was also studying in one of the boys' colleges, and was a good photographer, having learnt it from his father. Normally, whenever we used to go on picnics, Subodh used to bring his camera along and capture us frolicking in gardens on film. In fact the first time I saw actual love-making (chudaai) was when Madhu and Subodh did it.

Rahul was immediately interested and asked me to relate the incident. I started telling him how we went to a picnic, and had two cars in which we travelling. We were five girls and two boys, including Subodh and Madhu.

"As twilight approached, we decided to wind up the picnic and head home. Since the other boy who had brought the car was going in the same direction as three of the girls, they all went off in the other car. Madhu and I piled into Subodh's car and we headed back. On the way, Madhu started insisting that Subodh should get the prints of the photos he had taken at the picnic, right away. Subodh protested that his father's photographic shop would close before we could reach it, but, Madhu, who was sitting in the front, with Subodh, pouted and said in her most seductive voice "Subbu sweetheart, meri itni chhoti si request nahin maan sakte kya (Subodh sweetheart, can't you agree to such a small request from me)?" and put her slim hand on Subodh's thigh. Subodh was so charmed (or maybe turned-on by the possibilities) that he replied "Try karta hoon (I'll try)".

He drove to his house first and picked up the keys of the shop. When we reached the shop, it was quite dark and most other shops were closed. He unlocked the shutter, pushed it up, opened the door and ushered us in. He then lowered the shutter again, so that any inquisitive person would think that the shop was closed. He asked Madhu and me to sit in the counter area of the shop, while he went inside to the darkroom to develop and fix the reels. The shop was constructed in a manner that there was a counter area where the customers were handled, behind which there was a Studio for photography and from the studio-room there was a door leading to the darkroom, which was at the back. Subodh came out and said "Maine developer aur fixer ko garam karne ke liye switch on kar diya hai. Garam hone ke baad mein machine ko on kar ke jab tak print nikaalta hoon, tab tak tum dono sahelian yahan gappein maaro". He went back to the darkroom.

Madhu and I started talking about the picnic and how we all enjoyed ourselves. There were plenty of photographs lying around, some in albums and some loose. Being curious, we started seeing all of them. There were all types of photographs - portraits, sceneries, family get-togethers, weddings, etc. We got absorbed in them, making jokes about some of them, enjoying ourselves and passing remarks about the persons photographed. However, over 30 minutes passed and Subodh did not reappear, so Madhu decided to go to the darkroom and asked me to wait for her saying "Main abhi aati hoon. Tum photo albums dekho". I decided to wait for them, but, my curiosity could not contain itself and I sidled upto the curtain at the Studio entrance to hear what was going on. Since Madhu had earlier been acting quite frisky with Subodh, both at the picnic, as well as in the car, I suspected that she had gone in for more than just finding out how long it will take.

Subodh heard the door to the college darkroom open behind him, and a stream of light came pouring into the room, from the Studio. "Close the door, dammit!" he yelled, trying to shield his developing film from the light. "You're going to ruin the film!"

"Sorry," Madhu cried, and the door slammed shut. Subodh whirled around, ready to yell again, and saw Madhu.

"It's okay," Subodh said. Madhu was far too beautiful to yell at. She stepped forward into the red light, bringing a whisper of her perfume - musk and oranges - wafting to his nose. The light reflected off her shiny black hair, hanging in a long braid down her back. Her face was heart-shaped, her eyes were wide and brown, and her lips pouted prettily at him. Subodh swallowed.

I sidled upto the door and saw a small inset through which the darkroom insides were visible, bathed in red light.

"Hi Sweetheart, hamein chhor kar kya kar rahe ho (what are you doing without us)," Madhu said. She stepped forward again, until her body was almost pressing against his. Subodh could see down the front of her kameez to the shadow between her pert breasts. His cock rose to attention, pressing lightly against Madhu's stomach. She spread her hands across his chest, stroking her fingers across his nipples. Standing on tip-toe, she lifted her head and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Main dekhna chahti hoon ki kya tum bas batein hi karte ho ya aur bhi kisi cheez ka gyan hai (I want to see whether ou just talk, or are you aware of anything else). Jaise ki pyar karne ka (like love-making)."

Subodh couldn't believe his luck, but was wary since he knew I was waiting outside, and he mentioned it to Madhu. Madhu, by this time was quite aroused and in a languid tone told him "Madhavi to bahar album dekhne mein busy hai. Phikar na karo, woh andar nahin aayegi. Is liye bhi, kyonki tumne abhi warning di hai ki light andar aane se film kharaab ho sakti hai (Madhavi is busy outside looking at the album. Don't worry, she won't come in. And of course also because you have warned her that if any light enters the room, the film will get spoiled)."

His hands were still in the developing solution, and he watched, helpless, as Madhu took hold of the bottom of her kameez and let it slip over her shoulders, exposing her beautiful, petite breasts, with nipples like chocolate toffees. His cock was pounding against his zipper, and he gaped as Madhu knelt and unzipped his pants. He groaned her name as she kissed the length of his shaft and licked his balls, and then expertly took him deep into her mouth.

Subodh fumbled to finish the film as Madhu sucked his cock. The motion of her slim hands and pretty lips bobbing up and down his tool was driving him to distraction. His hands were covered with the film chemicals, and he couldn't touch her. He threw the film aside and tried his best to fuck her mouth without holding onto her head. Madhu relaxed her jaw and let Subodh drill her mouth, the head of his dick hitting the back of her mouth. Subodh gripped the edge of the table and groaned as he came. Madhu released his cock, letting his hot sperm shoot onto her lips and face. As his white fluid dripped down her perfect little features, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked it all off. Subodh panted at the sight. Even I was flushed seeing Subodh's cock, which was the first one I had seen at such close quarters. It was slightly smaller and less wider than yours, Rahul. I gave my pussy a quick rub. It was already wet and I was dripping into my panties. But, I saw a movement inside the darkroom, so I quickly and silently returned to the counter area outside the studio room, keeping the curtain closed, with just a chink open for me to see what was going on.

"I have to wash my hands," Subodh said clumsily, and hurried over to the sink, his cock hanging out of his pants, still half-erect. Madhu too wiped off Subodh's creamy sperm off her face and breasts. When he turned around again, Madhu was walking out of the darkroom into the photography studio. He followed quickly.

"Will you take some pictures of me?" Madhu flirted, rubbing her nipples lightly with her fingers, making them stick out through the kameez invitingly.

Subodh looked around and grabbed a camera off a nearby stool. He began shooting immediately, watching Madhu through the viewfinder. She cupped her breasts and licked her lips. Subodh's cock sprang to full attention. Madhu put her hands under the waist-band of her salwaar, drew out the string, undid the knot, by pulling one end, slowly and teasingly. She then coyly bent over and stripped off her salwaar. Subodh took pictures of her only in her little white panties, her bush glowing darkly through the thin fabric.

As she turned away from him, and bent over to strip off her panties, Subodh ran out of film. He replaced the film frantically, and began shooting again in time to see her spread her legs wide and look at him from between her knees. Her pussy lips were small, but engorged and pink and wet. Her asshole winked at him as she spread her ass-cheeks and he took picture after picture. Subodh was very excited and Madhu could not help noticing his cock twitching in anticipation.

Madhu sat on a stool and spread her legs. She rubbed her pussy lips with her finger, pushing aside her silky black cunt hair to expose her hard pink clit. She rolled it between her fingers as she leaned her head back and moaned. Subodh could see that the inside of her thighs were shiny with her juices.

The camera fell to his side as Subodh stared at Madhu, transfixed as she began finger-fucking herself, her fingers spreading out delicately as she filled her cunt and her pussy cream dripped down her hands. He stroked his cock as he watched her come, her thumb flicking frantically over her stiff clit.

Unable to control himself anymore, Subodh put down the camera and walked over to Madhu. She turned around, placing her hands on the stool and wiggling her ass invitingly at him. With one hard stroke, he buried himself deep inside her tight choot, her juices flowing down his aching cock. He pounded into Madhu's cunt, his balls smacking her wet clit, each thrust lifting her toes off the ground as she squealed and moaned in ecstasy "Aaaaaahhhhh! Ooooooohhhh! Haan aur jor se (Yeeessss, harder). Apna lund meri choot mein aur ghusero (Put your cock in my cunt). Aaaahhhh Subodh. Nehla do pyare lund ko meri choot ke juice mein (Bathe your cock in my cunt-juice). Aur jor se (Harder...)." She seemed to be oblivious of my presence and that I could hear everything.

Madhu's tight cunt squeezed his cock as she came, and Subodh felt his balls contract, his cock throb as he released his hot load into her waiting slit. He thrust until he stopped spurting, cum dripping down his shaft onto his pants. Madhu turned around and stuck her fingers in her cunt, pulling out a handful of his cum and then licking her fingers clean. She dropped to her knees and licked his cock clean.

Suddenly we heard the sound of heavy footsteps outside the shop, with a lathi being banged around. Madhu grabbed her clothes and ran into the darkroom laughing, and started wearing her clothes.

"Chowkidar," a voice called from outside the shutter. "Sahab, sab kucch theek-thaak hai na (Sir, I hope everything is fine)?"

"Haan (Yes)," Subodh called. "Koyi urgent kaam tha, woh kar raha hoon (Some urgent work had come in and I am just completing it)." Apparently the Chowkidar recognised Subodh's voice and went away.

Madhu slipped on her clothes. "Let's develop these pictures too," she said to Subodh. "I want to see how they came out."

Subodh said "Maine reel camera se nikal li hai. Madhavi bahar hai, is liye, main phir kabhi aake inko bhi develop kar loonga, aur tumhe dikhaoonga. Par abhi nahin (I have taken out the reel from the camera. Madhavi is outside, so I will come back later and develop the reel and show you the photographs. Not now)."

Madhu told him to give the reel to her for safe-keeping and they agreed on coming again the next evening after the shop closed, to develop and print the reel Subodh had shot in the studio. Madhu apparently wanted to see herself in those photos and then destroy both the reel and the photographs, just in case they fell in wrong hands.

They came out of the darkroom to the counter area and showed me the picnic photographs. The photos were superb and I chose the ones I wanted prints of. Madhu told me that she will bring the copies to college the day after. When we were back in the car, while Subodh was locking-up, Madhu whispered to me "Achha live show dekha? Main to kal ka bhi program bana ke aayi hoon. Tu bhi karegi kya (so you saw a live show. i have in fact made a program for tomorrow too. Do you also want to do it?)?" I flatly said no, but reassured her that her secret was safe with me.

I was quite turned on by the memories which I had just related to Rahul, and we once again, made wild passionate love on the train, till both of us fell asleep in each others' arms. As all good things in life end, this too ended the next day when we reached home. Adjusting to the normal home routine was very difficult, since I started missing Rahul the moment we parted. In fact each and every thing that we had used or purchased in Baroda, was a constant reminder of his love for me and I wanted to rush back to his arms. It was more like an unbearable pain in the heart.