My Longing To Bhabhi's Wanting - Part 1
Greetings to all the dripping, slurping and warm pussies. I am here with another exciting series. I hope all the ladies would shower their pussy syrup in my mouth with wholesome trembling! As you already know, I am from the northern part of Karnataka. This story is about the “wanting of my bhabhi” for not only my cock but for my love and affection which is the same as “my longing” for her sweet-n-salty-n-pink pussy and her love for me. Let’s begin. Preparations were going on to look for a girl for my bhaiya who was soon going to be my bhabhi. All the relatives and near-n-dears were informed to search for a suitable girl not only just for bhaiya, but suitable for our home too. With this, the renovation of our home also began. The ground floor was for the family and on the first floor, two rooms were built for me and bhaiya. As per the demand of the family, this girl was the best match for my bhaiya. My bhabhi was shy, cheerful and of a jolly nature. Her cheeks remained pink most of the time and you all know why. During these days, I came to know that she was 3 years older than me and had a figure of 34D-26-38 and 5.3 height. She was cream in complexion which obviously made (me lick and eat her all day and night) her pussy the most pink in appearance in the whole world. It was her ass that drove me insane whenever she bent for the fridge, at the kitchen platform, or swept the home, or roamed around. My lund would stand up and salute my bhabhi’s ass for its oval shape and sturdiness. My brother’s wife maintained herself quite perfect in shape and this very nature was enough for me to go crazy for her. Bhaiya just took her for granted. My height was 5.6, I had no extra fat or weight and my lund size was nearly 6″. My lund was bigger and longer for her as she was a virgin till marriage and from an orthodox, cultured and well-to-do family. Days and months passed with being around her (and smelling the fragrance of her hair and heavenly body). I began to notice that her behavior toward me was changing day by day. She wore sarees at home despite having nighties. The saree was loosely tied around her body, revealing the large area of her waist, flat belly and deep sweet little navel. It was tied such lower that the area where pubic hairs began would be visible (she was clean-shaved). Such loose and irresponsible dressing was seen only in the time when she was around me and just two of us were in the house. Whenever bhabhi noticed the intoxication in my eyes and head due to her heavenly body and loosely tied saree, she would feel herself as womanly as an Apsara to arouse my longing for her. Her smile, eyes and the glow in her face showed it all. I began to wonder why such a lady would behave like that before her devar as her own family background never allowed it. But when both of us were with family members, her dressing was like an obedient and cultured bahu-rani. Her head and chest were covered with pallu and the frontal area was also fully covered with saree tied covering up her navel hole. (Talking about my dressing, I usually wear boxers and t-shirts.) She teased me, taunted me and behaved naughtily playful with me like a typical bhabhi would do with her devar, taking all the liberty and freedom she got in her sasural (in-law home) for a devar. But I have never been funny and naughty nor flirted – despite being given all the freedom a devar would ask for in his bhabhi – as her image in my mind was like a cultured and orthodox bhabhi. Getting closer to me, she began taking care of my food habits and insisted on being fit and healthy. She said (with naughty sparks in her eyes), “Eat healthy food from my kitchen only to keep your body in good shape and size. Look at your own bhabhi the way she maintains herself!!” The last sentence was full of flirting and inviting that the words “your own bhabhi” made my lund hard like a rod. She served me more than a person would normally eat. It was the summer time and I was drenched with sweat after volleyball. I went straight away to my room, got nude for a while under the fan, and took some rest in my bed. After the nap, I wore only boxers and came to the kitchen to drink some water. It was the first time bhabhi saw me only in a boxer and got aroused, I guess. She was preparing for lunch on the ground (not on the kitchen platform) and while drinking water, I happened to see her deep valley. The part of naked boobs was visible too. When I was about to step out, she held my hand and asked me to sit. She pulled me such that I sat close to her, my knee touching her knee. She told me to have lunch. While serving the food, she said, “Eat to your complete satisfaction as you got to satisfy your junior-self too.” She was so playful and excited when she said, “satisfy your junior-self too”. Her face could tell all the excited mood she got at that moment. Wondering about her behavior, I was about to have my first bite. When I saw it, I noticed that my hard lund was poking out of the boxer. I looked at her, she was looking as if, she wanted to see my hard lund in full length. This was where I came to know about my “junior-self” word. Noticing my brother’s wife’s deep valley made my lund hard and being beside her, smelling her bodily fragrance, made my lund even harder. Flabbergasted, I put my left hand on the lund and began to eat. I was constantly looking at bhabhi’s boobs and the naked waist side. She even adjusted her saree to show me more of her creamy body and boobs. After this day, she opened herself up – and came out of her circumference – with me to take this adventure ahead. Whenever she sat beside me, her hand was on my thigh close to my lund and would try to touch it. I also began to wear only boxers (no t-shirt and no underwear) at home around to give my lund quality space to breathe and salute my bhabhi with complete erection.