A few droplets of her pussy juice shone on the tuft. A small tuft of hair rose up straight near the top of her slit. Her entire genital area was covered with soft, curly black pubic hair. Then Shyam spread her thighs as wide apart as he could and gazed at her exposed pussy. The pleasant, musky odor from her young wet cunt filled Shyam's nostrils. Shyam reached up, grasped her panties at the waistband and peeled them down as Kajal lifted her hips to help him. She moaned and thrashed her head from side to side and her hips started jerking up and down.
He slowly moved upwards, kissing and stroking her inner thighs, nudging them further apart to allow free access. He then pushed her sari back and exposed her shapely, smooth, hairless thighs. Shyam leaned forward and kissed her knees. Her nipples tightened into hard buds and she started moaning. Kajal leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes and allowed herself to savor the new sensations. He slowly raised her sari to her knees and started caressing her ankles and calves. He sat on a chair, facing her, between her spread legs. He swept off stuff lying on the table, placed the pillow on top and seated her on it. "Kajal, today I'm going to do some more things with you. "Kajal, aaj main tumhare saath aur bhi kuchh kaam karoonga. He was intrigued and also pleased with Kajal's quirky way of verbalizing the thoughts uppermost in her mind when she was aroused. It feels so good." She said, eyes half closed. "Are the better than Renu Bhabi's?" She asked. "Do you like my breasts?" She asked shyly.
She obligingly took off her blouse & bra and looked at him through her eyelashes. Kajal obediently took her pallu off and stood looking at him. "Kajal, show me your breasts!" He commanded. They broke their kiss after a few minutes. As he felt her tongue respond, he sucked it into his mouth and continued to lick on it. He covered her lips with his and gently eased them apart with his tongue. She raised her face, hesitantly puckered up and planted a clumsy kiss on his lips.
Shyam pulled her into his arms and embraced her tightly. She also noticed a pillow on one of the chairs. Without a fan in the kitchen, they had been rather uncomfortable in there in the hot and humid summer season. Kajal noticed a new table fan whirring in the kitchen. I was waiting for you!" Shyam said and led her into the kitchen the next afternoon. They ate dinner, hardly speaking to one another and then Kajal retired early to bed. Kajal just assumed that she was still angry with her and so thought it best to keep quiet too. When Kajal returned home, she found Savita uncharacteristically quiet. She recalled stories about Shyam's prowess she'd heard from Renu. She clamped her legs together as her pussy spasmed at the memory of those minutes she lay spread-eagled under Shyam while he serviced her. As she went about her household chores, residual semen continued to trickle out and wet her fresh panties, but she didn't mind. She washed and changed into clean clothes. Her pussy was sore too, with all the pummeling it had received. There were bruises on her back where it had been rubbed against the rough dhurrie (thin cotton carpet) due to Shyam's vigorous thrusting. Savita was damp, itchy and icky with all the milk expressed from her breasts, their mingled sweat and Shyam's thick, sticky semen oozing out of her pussy.