Men Are Bastards

Men Are Bastards
‘The bastard!’ I thought, ‘the incestuos bastard!’ I had been good fucking wife to my bastard husband and see what he did to me? The bastard has been cheating on me with his own cousin Radha. I could not belive my eyes when I saw him in Radha’s bed and the bitch was moaning in ecstasy as my Kishna pumped her pussy with his huge cock. I did not know what was inside her room and. I simply came to her house to borrow some money as I had forgotten my purse at home. I had an idea that Radha would be alone at this time of the day but when I heard noises, I looked inside her room. What I saw froze me! Radha’s legs were in the air pointing towards the ceiling and the male who pumped her had an unmistakable mole on his bum, unmistakable mole of my husband,” Ohhhhhh fiuck me Krishna…my lover….fuck me bastard…fuck your Radha!” ” Radha! What the hell is going on? Krishna you bastard…..your own cousin…….I cant believe it…..you should be ashamed of fucking her!” I blurted out. Radha turned towards me” Sonia, I am sorry….I got carried away…I had not fucked for months,….you know Rakesh is away on business in USA. I am sorry Sonia, Krishna is my brother…..Please listen to me” I was angry at the incestuous couple” Sorry, you say? Brother to you, Radha? You are a whore and he is a dog. Dogs fuck their sisters and bitches get fucked by their brothers! Krishna, dont ever come to my house” I stormed out of the house. I ran home. I had a feeling I was filthy. What would my principal say when I did not turn up at school? I teach at local high school and my principal Mrs Sarla Sharma, a woman of 40 years is really close to me. I caled her. She said she understood the cheating by my husband. She said she would visit me and then we can settle things between me and Krishna. She advised me to relax which I tried to do. I unclipped my bra, and slipped it off my shoulders, then put on the silk blouse, knowing that the feel of silk next to my naked breasts felt so soothing. I put on cotton shorts. I wondered what Mrs Sarla Sharma would advise me in my marital crisis. In an hour I heard Mrs Sarla Sharma knock at my door. ‘Sonia, darling!’ she said, ‘I was so worried. I called Rakesh but he would not answer my phone. Even now I called and there was no answer!’ ‘No, darling, it doesn’t matter any more. I think I am not talking to him any more. The bastard can never improve. Look at him fucking his cousin!’ Mrs Sarla Sharma had always been very good to me, and trusted me implicitly. She was a wonderful person to work for. My Principal was tallish, about 5’7″, fashionably slim, with short black hair. She now wore black jeans, clutching her body like a second skin. Her white silk blouse showed her white bosom. She came forward and embraced me warmly. The nearness of the mature woman was having an effect on me and I suddenly wanted her to enfold me in her arms. Did I want mothering? This was something new, an emotion foreign to me, as I looked into her dark eyes. I wanted, quite suddenly, for her to kiss me, I wanted her lips to lock onto mine. ‘Oh, Sonia,’ she said, her deep voice, ‘come on, darling, forget Rakesh. Men are all bastards! Fuck them all!.’ ‘You look ravishing,’ she said, and, taking my hand, squeezed it hard. I looked into her eyes, but failed to read her expression – what was worse, I couldn’t understand my own feelings at that time. I instantly felt weak at the knees. ‘I’m glad you think I am beautiful. Rakesh does not seem to think so,’ I said. She smiled at me: ‘you are really so very beautiful.’ I felt redness creep up my cheeks as she said it, and wondered why she said so. I said, ‘I think you are beautiful too. I want to kiss you, but didn’t want to frighten you off.’ ‘I wanted you to kiss me, more than anything in the world,’ She said. We looked at each other then, and I simply marvelled at Mrs Sarla Sharma’s beauty, the curve of her neck, her perfect skin – I dare hardly look at her white breasts, and those thrusting nipples poking at the silk blouse. I watched her take a seat on the sofa. I poured wine in two glasses and we sipped slowly. Mrs Sarla Sharma eased back slightly, very relaxed. Suddenly, I felt her hand stroking my thigh. I looked at her, and smiled, biting my bottom lip as I felt a damp warmth spreading in my pussy. I was suddenly afraid of causing a damp patch through my thin shorts. Desperately, I tried to think about something else – anything to divert my mind from whatever was happening to me. I must have closed my eyes, because Mrs Sarla Sharma said quietly, ‘Is something wrong, Sonia?’ “No, nothing Mrs Sarla Sharma!’ I replied watching her still running her long fingers up and down my leg, and watching my face intently. ‘Oh, please, call me Sarla only, we are friends now. It is not school,’ she said. I said ‘what’s happening to me? I’ve never felt like this before, and……and…your touch is making me hot….really Sarla…I seem to melt under your touch…are we turning lesb….I am sorry but I feel so aroused!.’ ‘Hush,’ she said, ‘you don’t have to explain. Let’s enjoy this moment naturally, shall we? Let me go to the bathroom. My panties are getting wet, I must take them off….You have turned me on so much. Sonia, you have made my pussy hot’ When she came back, I noticed straight away that she was now naked under her jeans, having taken off her panties. That very knowledge was enough to start my juices flowing in my cunt, and when she sat down beside me on the sofa, her perfume filled my senses as her long leg slid against mine. My body moved away from her touch involuntarily.

‘Don’t be nervous, darling,’ she said, ‘I don’t bite – unless you want me to, that is!’ I looked to see if she was joking and she took my head in her hands, and kissed me quickly on the lips, just a peck, but it opened the floodgates of unfelt desires. I crushed my lips fiercely against hers, thrusting at them with my tongue. She yielded to me, and my tongue darted between her sharp little teeth, probing, as I sucked hard, kissed her with all the passion I had been bottling up all day since watching my husband fuck that whore Radha. ‘My God, Sonia!’ she exclaimed, when she came up for air, ‘you really want me, darling, don’t you? My little Sonia, needs me bad!’ ‘I…I…Don’t know, Yess I need you Sarla….Rakesh has been a pain in the ass’ I said, miserably. ‘it’s just that I’ve never kissed a woman before, never before…….well……..’ My sentence could not be finished. ‘Come with me! Where is your bed? Lets get into bed. I want to show you what a woman can do to another!,’ she said. Igiuded her holding her hand. I lead her to the king-size bed where my husband had fucked me. Gently she pushed me down to sit on the edge of it, then, turning her back to me said, ‘Unzip my blouse, darling, will you? Dont you want to see me naked?’ I hesitated a moment. I about to undress another woman, passionately wanting to share the innermost secrets of my body with her. But my hesitation was over in a flash, overcome almost before it took place. I wanted Sarla, wanted her tenderness with all my heart, wanted her slender body with its musky perfume, wanted to touch her secret places, and above all, wanted her to touch mine. I reached behind her graceful neck, pulled the long zipper down, right to below her waist. She turned to me, smiling, as she lowered her arms, uncovering her breasts. I saw then that her nipples stood out starkly from her milkwhite tits. She ran one hand over them, and I could have sworn they hardened perceptibly. Her breasts were beautiful. I reached out to touch her, but she moved away and wriggled a little, shedding the tight jeans below her hips. She stood naked before me. I stared at the beauty of her body. She was completely clean-shaven, with a puffy mound. She opened her legs deliberately. Then she slipped the fingers of one hand between her legs, and showed me her pussy-lips, just parting her labia with two fingers so that I had a glimpse of the glistening pink treasures inside her folds. I moaned and felt an orgasm starting to well up within me, and I hadn’t been touched. ‘Sarla, please!’ I cried, and she came closer. The first touch of her smooth flesh was like an electric shock. I kneaded her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples, somehow not caring if it hurt her. I reached down for her pussy, she twisted away She came up behind me, pulled my blouse and then my shorts. I stood naked. Now behind me, she had my breasts cupped in her hands, and the feeling was ecstatic. When she pulled at my nipples, then, bringing her head around, bent and bit one, I screamed – and came, the first time in my life I had ever had an orgasm without being fucked. She stopped for a moment, thinking she had hurt me. She cupped my buttocks. She clasped my naked body to hers, biting gently at my ear-lobes, then my erect nipples, whilst busy fingers found their way between my legs. I gasped as she touched my little clitoris. She murmured her pleasure, ” OOOOHHHH YES Sonia, I love you!” ‘Oh, Darling….I love you too,’ I said, breathlessly, ‘I never dreamt anything could be like this!’ In answer, she pushed two long fingers deep into my drenched cunt, and another orgasm was fast overtaking me. She pulled away from me, and flipped around, and we were in ’69’ position. Her tongue lapped my slit. She opened her legs wide for me to look at her own dark pussy. I sought her clit and ran my tongue over her cunt, then thrust it as deep as I could into her depths, probing and twisting as she squirmed and moaned. ‘My anus!’ she cried, and I knew what she wanted. I rammed a finger straight up her arsehole- whilst still tonguing her pussy, and she had her own tongue deep in mine. She shuddered and tensed her legs around my head – I think I did much the same. We carried on licking each other, and the slurping sounds indicated the extent of juice each of us had secreted. “It is just the start darling, I will show you the real lesbian world tomorrow if you come to my place!” My principal promised me