• About
  • Fair Use Notice
  • Sitemap

Shades of Pink

~ spread love and warmth to everyone…

Shades of Pink

Tag Archives: Sri Lankan sex

The Erotic Exam!

27 Saturday Dec 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Boobs, Breasts, Cleavage, Erotic, Food for thought, Uncategorized, Video, YouTube

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

boobs, cleavage, Cleavage (breasts), Erotic, Food for thought, Kim Kardashian, Peker O’ Tool, Sri Lankan sex, This is life, video, YouTube

.

pekerotool 100x130 . By Peker O’ Tool ©

.

Kim Kardashian's cleavage (Source: popsugar.com)

Kim Kardashian’s cleavage (Source: popsugar.com)

.

Most men derive erotic pleasure when they see women display their ample bosoms. In the following video, the woman examiner exposes her cleavage in a seductive manner. If you are attending this erotic exam how would you react?

.

.

RELATED ARTICLES

  • Cleavage! What’s in It? (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

.

Pages from a 1912 Brothel Menu

07 Tuesday Oct 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Adult, Adult content, Blowjob, Brothels, Consensual sex, Cunnilingus, Erotic, Erotica, Fellatio, Food for thought, Fucking, Peker O' Tool, Prostitutes, Sex, This is life, Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

1912 Brothel Menu, Betty Dodson, Brothels, Capsulation Parlors, Carlin Ross, Food for thought, French fashion, Fuck, Fucking, Mrs. F. A. Tasse, Peker O’ Tool, Prostitutes, Sri Lankan sex, This is life, Vagina

.

pekerotool 100x130 . By Peker O’ Tool ©

.

I found this picture in Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross’s website:

Pages from a brothel menu from 1912...kind of charming (Source - dodsonandross.com)

Pages from a brothel menu from 1912…kind of charming (Source – dodsonandross.com)

Mrs. F. A. Tasse, having opened special Capsulation Parlors at Twenty-second Street requests the patronage of the fast, slow and smart set.

The following are a few specialties:

French fashion, with finger in ass hole  $3.50
Common old-fashioned fuck  2.50
Diddling on the edge of the bed, with one foot on the floor  2.00
Fucking the breast, with tits tight  1.00
Blowing in the ass hole, new style.  1.70
Finger fucking, with juice.  .50
Dog fashion.  2.80
Dry bob.  .49
Sitting on prick, shoving in stones and all.  2.59
One female suckoff, stones in mouth.  2.59
 One fuck. 10 minutes soak.  2.65
PINKEY’S SPECIAL — Under-fucking woman on top, tits in your face, with extra lady to play with year balls while blowing wind up your ass hole with goose quill. 30.00
Watching a fucking match, woman to jerk you off.  .75
Squatting on prick  .62
Your prick sucked while sucking a woman’s cunt.  6.00
Maid to rub your tool, hardon guar’d.   .75
Free back scuttling while woman rubs your nuts with a feather; must stay out of poop hole.   3.85
Ass hole fucking for men over 45.  1.00
Bob cocks & flat pricks, extra.   .50

No discounts for cash. Stink fingers and jerk-off matinees far young men under 21, every Wednesday from 2:30 to 4. Customers must enter with cash in one hand and tool in the other. If you are not a self-starter, stay at home and jack yourself off.

.

Related articles

  • A Brothel Menu from 1912 (dodsonandross.com)

  • Brothel Menu from 1912 Is the Dirtiest Thing You’ll Read All Day (feeds.gawker.com)

What Is the Secret of Jacob Zuma’s Stamina? He Married Six Women!

03 Friday Oct 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in #WPLongform, Adult, Adult content, Africa, South Africa, Women

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

#WPLongform, African National Congress, ANC, Gertrude Sizakele Khumalo, Gloria Bongekile Ngema, Jacob Gedleyihlekisa Zuma, Jacob Zuma, Kate Matsho, Msholozi clan, Nkandla, Nkosazana Dlamini-Zuma, Nompumelelo Ntuli (MaNtuli), Peker O’ Tool, Phinda Thomo, polygamist, polygamy, President of South Africa, Schabir Shaik, South Africa, Sri Lankan sex, Thobeka Stacie Mabhija, Zulu, Zuma

.

pekerotool 100x130 . By Peker O’ Tool ©

.

Jacob Gedleyihlekisa Zuma, President of South Africa (Source: newstimeafrica.com)

Jacob Gedleyihlekisa Zuma, President of South Africa (Source: newstimeafrica.com)

Does anyone know the secret of President Jacob Zuma’s Stamina? He married six women!

Jacob Gedleyihlekisa Zuma, born April 12, 1942, is the current President of South Africa. He is the President of the African National Congress (ANC). He was Deputy President of South Africa from 1999 to 2005. When the ANC won the 2009 general election, the parliament elected him as President. After the 2014 election, they reelected him as President of South Africa for the second time.

Jacob Zuma has faced many legal challenges. In December 2005, he was charged with raping a 31-year old woman at his home in Forest Town, Gauteng. The alleged victim was the daughter of a deceased struggle comrade of Zuma. She was an AIDS activist known to be HIV positive. Zuma denied the charges. He claimed that the sex was consensual. On 8 May 2006, the court agreeing with Zuma that the sexual act in question was consensual found him not guilty of rape. Judge van der Merwe reprimanded the accuser for lying to the court. He also censured Zuma for being reckless.

Schabir Shaik, a South African businessman rose politically to become the Deputy President due to his close association with Zuma. On June 2, 2005, the court convicted Shaik for corruption and fraud. Two weeks later, Zuma dismissed him from his position as Deputy President.

After the conviction of Schabir Shaik, Zuma himself had to fight a long legal battle over allegations of racketeering and corruption. On April 6, 2009, the National Prosecuting Authority decided to drop the charges against Zuma, citing political interference.

Zuma, lived through the apartheid era, and has seen untold misery his people underwent. But he refuses to learn the lessons of the past. His people continue to suffer in abject poverty.

In 2012, he sent his reckless police to force protesting miners to work. The miners were legitimately protesting for better working conditions. The trigger-happy South African police, some of them remnants of the apartheid era, gunned down 34 innocent miners. President Zuma’s state prosecutors charged 270 of the miners for the murders of their slain colleagues massacred in cold-blood by the police.

President Jacob Zuma and his current wives cutting his birthday cake (source: thepromota.co.uk)

President Jacob Zuma and his current wives cutting his birthday cake (source: thepromota.co.uk)

Jacob Zuma belongs to the Msholozi clan and is a polygamist. Noted for having married six times, he currently has four wives. One wife divorced him, and another committed suicide.

During a visit to London in February 2010, Jacob Zuma lashed out at British newspaper reports that described him as a “sex- obsessed bigot”. He demanded that they respect his multiple marriages as they form part of the Zulu culture.

Wife #1: In 1959, Zuma met Gertrude Sizakele Khumalo and married her shortly after his release from prison in 1973. She lives at Nkandla, Kwazulu Natal. They have no children. She is a quiet and shy person.

President Jacob Zuma's wife #1 -  Gertrude Sizakele Khumalo.

President Jacob Zuma’s wife #1 – Gertrude Sizakele Khumalo.

Wife #2: Nkosazana Dlamini-Zuma, a cabinet minister since 1999. Zuma married Nkosana during his years of exile for 15 years in Swaziland, Mozambique, Zambia and several other African countries, while continuing his work with the ANC. At the time of their marriage, Nkosazana was working in a Swaziland government hospital as a medical officer. She bore him four children. They divorced in June 1998. She cited the reason for the divorce as ‘irreconcilable differences’. She is a senior member of the ANC party and is still active in politics.

President Jacob Zuma's wife #2 - Nkosazana Dlamini-Zuma. She  divorced him in June 1998. (Picture: Jacoline Prinsloo/GCIS)

President Jacob Zuma’s wife #2 – Nkosazana Dlamini-Zuma. She divorced him in June 1998. (Picture: Jacoline Prinsloo/GCIS)

Wife #3: Kate Mantsho from Mozambique worked as an airline staffer. Zuma married Kate Mantsho. Though she bore him five children, their marriage strained. She committed suicide on December 8, 2000. In the suicide note she left behind she said that she did not want Jacob Zuma to attend her funeral.

President Jacob Zuma's third wife Kate Mantsho . She committed suicide on December 8, 2000 (Source: whatishappeninginsouthafrica.blogspot.in)

President Jacob Zuma’s wife #3 – Kate Mantsho. She committed suicide on December 8, 2000 (Source: whatishappeninginsouthafrica.blogspot.in)

Wife #4: The 66-year-old Zuma met the 33-year-old Nompumelelo Ntuli (MaNtuli), a resident of KwaMaphumulo through social circles. They legalized their relationship on January 8, 2008.

President Jacob Zuma's Wife #4 - Nompumelelo Ntuli (MaNtuli)

President Jacob Zuma’s Wife #4 – Nompumelelo Ntuli (MaNtuli)

In June 2010, when Nompumelelo Ntuli Zuma was pregnant with Zuma’s 21st child, allegations rose questioning the paternity of the baby. The Zulu-language newspaper Ilanga received a letter from “concerned family members” of Zuma. The letter claimed that one of his three current wives had cheated on him with one of her bodyguards named Phinda Thomo. Zuma was “furious” over the allegations. A presidential statement said:

“The reports appear to be part of an ongoing and malicious campaign to undermine the right of the President and his family to privacy and dignity.”

Wife #5: In 2007, Zuma paid lobola to Thobeka Stacie Madiba’s clan when their child was born in October 2007. Zuma married her on January 4, 2010. Before the traditional wedding, Madiba had another of Zuma’s out-of-wedlock child. That child is now living with her.

President Jacob Zuma and his fifth wife Thobeka Stacie Madiba (Source: faraitoday.com)

President Jacob Zuma and his wife #5 – Thobeka Stacie Madiba (Source: faraitoday.com)

Wife #6: On April 20, 2012, Zuma married Gloria Bongekile Ngema. The lavish wedding took place in Nkandla. Zuma’s other three current wives graced the wedding.

In this photo, taken on April 20, 2012, President Jacob Zuma and his fiance, Ms Bongi Ngema, dance at his home in Nkandla, KwaZulu Natal.  (Source: afp/Elmond Jiyane)

President Jacob Zuma’s Wife #6 – Gloria Bongekile Ngema. (Source: afp/Elmond Jiyane)

The Sunday Times reported that Jacob Zuma acknowledged that he had fathered a love-child with 39-year-old Sonono Khoza, the daughter of his close friend, Irvin Khoza, the chairman of South Africa’s World Cup organising committee. The child was born on October 8, 2009.

Sonono Khoza mother of Jacob Zuma's love-child (Source: whatishappeninginsouthafrica.blogspot.in)

Sonono Khoza mother of Jacob Zuma’s love-child (Source: whatishappeninginsouthafrica.blogspot.in)

The Sunday Times reported that he fathered a love-child with the daughter of soccer boss Irvin Khoza.All the president’s men were mum about the baby girl, reportedly born to Sonono Khoza, 39, on October 8, 2009.

In 2012 the Daily Telegraph estimated Zuma’s known children as 20.

In 2009-10, Zuma received a budget of £1.2m for “spousal support”. This sum was almost twice the amount paid during the terms in office of former presidents Thabo Mbeki and Kgalema Motlanthe.

In June 2012, activists, including some from the ANC itself, complained in the context of the country’s widespread poverty about the amount the state paid Zuma to support his wives. The protesters suggested that only Zuma’s first wife Gertrude Sizakele Khumalo should receive state support.

Jacob Zuma is a traditionalist. He has acknowledged all his wives. A few years ago Zuma said during a television interview:

“There are plenty of politicians who have mistresses and children that they hide so as to pretend they’re monogamous. I prefer to be open, I love my wives, and I am proud of my children.”

The Swati royal family is not impressed with the president of South Africa. In 2002, President Jacob Zuma paid lobola for his Swati sweetheart, Princess Sebentile Dlamini. The Swati royal family expected a wedding shortly thereafter. The expected their princess to enter the Zuma’s Nkandla homestead. That has not happened and the royal family is in a real quandary.

Swati Princess Sebentile Dlamini  (Image source: Sunday World)

Swati Princess Sebentile Dlamini (Image source: Sunday World)

Jacob Zuma’s reckless and outlandish behaviour goes beyond the political framework of leadership. He has an insatiable appetite for the opposite sex. This has driven him to engage in morally challenged relationships. Here is a photo of President Jacob Zuma chilling with bare breasted women.

President Jacob Zuma chilling with bare breasted women (Source: OluFamous.Com)

President Jacob Zuma chilling with bare breasted women (Source: OluFamous.Com)

.

 

Related articles

  • Jacob Zuma (en.wikipedia.org)
  • Jacob Zuma – How Many Wives Are Enough? (thepromota.co.uk)
  • South African president Jacob Zuma, 68, celebrates his fifth marriage (37-year-old becomes third current wife) (dailymail.co.uk)
  • Is President Zuma Getting Cold Feet About Wife No 5? (publicnewshub.com)
  • PRESIDENT JACOB ZUMA SHOULD RESIGN – AS 270 MINERS ARE CHARGED WITH MURDER AFTER SOUTH AFRICAN POLICE BRUTALLY MASSACRED 34 OF THEIR COLLEAGUES (newstimeafrica.com)
  • Criticise Zuma for right reasons (iol.co.za)
  • Zuma says wife was raped at Nkandla (iol.co.za)

 

A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 5 – Subjugation

26 Friday Sep 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Adult, Adult content, Cunnilingus, Erotic, Erotic short stories, Erotica, Explicit sex stories, Fiction, Lesbians, Mature, Peker O' Tool, Porn stories, Sex, Sex novella, Sex short story, Sex stories, Sexual health, Short sex stories, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Uncategorized, Vagina

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

Chilaw, Clitoris, Colombo, cunnilingus, divorce, Food for thought, Freddie, Fuck, Janice, Lesbians, orgasm, Peker O’ Tool, Sex, sex novella, sex short story, Shanthi, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan sex, Tongue, Vagina

By Vatsayayana Kumari 250x141

 

 

 

.

Previously… 

Janice went on sucking Shanthi’s swollen labia and the clit as she twirled her fingers in the snatch. Shanthi thought she would faint. She could hear herself panting and gasping and telling Janice that she was going to cum.

Tension started building inside Shanthi’s cunt. As she approached her orgasm Shanthi arched her back and started to scream. Janice released Shanthi’s engorged clit from her mouth and pulled her fingers out of her cunt. As her orgasm subsided Shanthi felt herself coming back to normal.

Janice placed her mouth on the entrance of Shanthi’s vagina and sucked. She lapped up every drop of the juice oozing from her new found lover’s cunt.

When she had finished sucking  Shanthi’s cunt, Janice got up from the floor, smacking her lips, and Shanthi lowered her weak and trembling legs. Janice pushed Shanthi back on the bed and kissed her, letting her young lover taste herself on her mouth, lips, and tongue.

“Janice, that was wonderful,” Shanthi whispered between kisses.

Shanthi couldn’t believe that the tongue and lips of another woman made her attain her first real orgasm in her life. She wondered why she never got such delirious climax when her ex-husband rammed her with his rock hard cock.

“Now, dhuwa, can you understand why women want me to make love to them instead of their husbands?”

“Yes, Janice. I understand that. I love you.”

“Then would you be a wife to me Shanthi?”

“Yes, Janice. Hereafter, I am your wife.”

“Not my wife, but only one of my wives since I am insatiable.”

“Yes. Yes. I’ll be one of your wives until I die. My body is all yours. Do whatever with it.”

“Are you sure?” Janice asked.

“Yes, Janice. I now feel that I am a lesbian. Call me anytime, day or night. I will come to you. Use me any way you want to. Please love me, your dhuwa, your Shanthi.”

Before Shanthi could finish, Janice’s lips closed over hers. She slipped her index and middle fingers into the young woman’s wet and slippery cunt. She moved the fingers in and out while her thumb titillated Shanthi’s clit. The juices started flowing once again and the older woman pulled her fingers out and brought it near Shanthi’s face.here is your cunt juice. Smell the most arousing scent in the world. The aroma of a woman in heat.”

Shanthi smelt the pungent odour of her own cunt juice, and she liked it.

“Dhuwa, you like it, don’t you? Now taste it.”

Janice stretched her fingers towards Shanthi’s mouth. The young woman obeyed. She lapped her juice from the older woman’s fingers and sucked them clean. Shanthi felt an erotic thrill sucking her own cunt juice from the fingers of the older woman.

“Now dhuwa, I am going to teach you to taste the pussy of other women. I am sure you will love it.”

“How? Show me,” Shanthi said.

Janice pointed at her cunt. “The one place to start is here. Will you suck my mature pussy, with your young lips, dhuwa?”

“Yes, Janice. I will. I was waiting for you to tell me to do it.”

Janice spread her thighs wide and Shanthi slid her hand between them.

“Come on dhuwa, can you feel the heat of my cunt?”

“Yes, Janice.”
Shanthi felt the wetness of the older woman’s oozing pussy juice. Janice pressed Shanthi’s hand between her dripping cunt lips. Shanthi sensed Janice’s urgency.

“Dhuwa, my cunt is aching for your tender touch. Play with my clit and bring me to orgasm.”

“Janice, your cunt wet and soggy.”

“It’s because of sucking your cunt juice.”

Shanthi poked three fingers into Janice’s soggy cunt and wriggled them inside increasing the flow of her juice.

Janice moaned in ecstasy. “Dhuwa, you are making me wetter.”

Shanthi withdrew her fingers from Janice’s cunt. She sucked her fingers as the older woman looked at her.

“Janice, your cunt juice tastes good.”

“That’s what all my lover girls say.”

“It tastes better than mine.”

“Now place your mouth on my cunt and suck me. Lap up all my juice, every drop of it with your tongue,” Janice commanded.

Shanthi parted Janice’s wet cunt lips with her fingers and placed her lips on the labia. Janice wriggled at the touch of Shanthi’s lips. She pushed her cunt forward.

“Now, dhuwa, run your tongue over my labia and find my clit.”

Shanthi’s slithery tongue found Janice’s clit. She moved the tip of her tongue around it in circles, like Janice had done to her a while ago.

Janice slipped her hands behind Shanthi’s neck and ground her pussy against the younger woman’s face. Janice’s juice smeared all around Shanthi’s mouth. Shanthi whimpered as she found it hard to breathe, but she did not stop. She sucked and swallowed whatever juice she was able to suck. She took turns to move her tongue around Janice’s clit and lap the juice oozing out of her cunt.

Janice moaned as Shanthi plunged her tongue deep into her oozing cunt.

“Oh, God! It feels good, dhuwa,” Janice cried out as she reached her orgasm, shoving her cunt against Shanthi’s face.

“Yes, dhuwa. Yes, that’s the way, now suck and drink my juice,” Janice said as she flooded Shanthi’s mouth with her oozing.

Shanthi sucked Janice’s cunt dry, she looked up with the tip of her tongue poised at Janice’s swollen clit.

Janice smiled at Shanthi she said, “Thank you dhuwa, it was fantastic.”

Shanthi looked at Janice and her eyes blurred with tears of happiness. “It is I who must thank you Janice for making me attain orgasm that I never had before in my life.”

“Now, dhuwa, I see you are crying. I love you.”

“Janice, will you marry me?” Shanthi asked.

“I have a husband, dhuwa, but I don’t have a wife nearby to serve me when I need sex. From now on you will be my first wife and this bed is yours from now on when Freddie goes to Colombo or elsewhere. When Freddie is in town and your mother goes to Colombo, I’ll come to your house and share your bed. Is that okay with you?”

Shanthi beamed with joy and said, “Yes, Janice. My bed is yours forever!”

.

.

← Previous – A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 4 – Consummation

.

 RELATED STORIES

  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 1 – Frustration (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 2 – Temptation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 3 – Initiation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 4 – Consummation
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

 .

READ MY OTHER STORIES

  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 1 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 2 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

.

RELATED ARTICLES

  • Tips and Tricks to Overcome Vaginal Dryness (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Foods That Improve Your Vaginal Health (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Sexual problems in women (bestdailyentries.blogspot.com)

A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 4 – Consummation

26 Friday Sep 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Adult, Adult content, Cunnilingus, Erotic, Erotic short stories, Erotica, Explicit sex stories, Fiction, Lesbians, Mature, Peker O' Tool, Porn stories, Sex, Sex novella, Sex short story, Sex stories, Sexual health, Short sex stories, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Uncategorized, Vagina

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

Chilaw, Clitoris, Colombo, cunnilingus, Cunt, Dhuwa, divorce, Food for thought, Freddie, Fuck, Janice, Lesbians, orgasm, Peker O’ Tool, Sex, sex short story, Shanthi, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan sex, Vagina

By Vatsayayana Kumari 250x141

.

.

 

 

.

Previously… 

Janice with a seductive smile got onto the bed. She leaned against the headboard with a cushion placed on her back. She parted her legs, to reveal her smooth mound devoid of any pubic hair. The older woman’s vaginal lips puffed up with excitement. She poked two fingers into her vagina.

“Dhuwa, you have made me wet.”

Shanthi smiled.

“Now remove your clothes and show me the body that drove me wild from the day I first saw you?”

Shanthi was happy to hear that Janice liked her body. She removed her nightie.

“Now dhuwa, remove your bra and panties. I want you naked like me.”

Shanthi removed her bra and panty and stood naked before the older woman.

“You have a beautiful body, dhuwa,” Janice said.

Shanthi felt shy and nervous. She pressed her right hand against her hairy mound.

“Come on, take your hand off. I want to see what you are hiding from me.”

“I haven’t shaved like you,” Shanthi said.

“Never mind. I love hairy bushes.”

Shanthi lifted her hand and revealed her dark pubic region.

“Dhuwa, come to me,” Janice said, stretching her arms.

The younger woman clambered onto the bed and crawled into the older woman’s arms. Janice pulled Shanthi against her. She placed her thighs around Shanthi’s waist and smothered her face against her large breasts.

Her left hand stroked Shanthi’s back. She placed her right hand on Shanthi’s neck and pulled her towards her. She placed her mouth on Shanthi’s lips and kissed her. They kissed in the heat of passion.

B01

After a while Janice pulled away. She asked Shanthi to sit beside her. She hugged Shanthi and started kissing her. Her right hand groped between the younger woman’s thighs. Shanthi spread her thighs as much wide as possible moaning into Janice’s mouth. She sensed the older woman’s fingers feeling their way to her pussy. The fingers started to explore. They rubbed the sides of Shanthi’s slit and pulled her outer lips apart.

Shanthi was no stranger to masturbating, but this was just incredible. Shanthi had never been aroused and turned on as she was at that moment. Janice’s exploring with fingers found Janice’s clitoral hood. Janice rolled her fingers over the hood and stimulated Shanthi’s clit in ways she could never have imagined. Shanthi felt her juices flow like never before. Both the women groaned into each other’s mouths as Shanthi became wetter than she had ever been.

“Dhuwa, how are you feeling now?” Janice panted after several minutes looking into Shanthi’s eyes. Her fingers wriggled deep inside the young woman’s cunt.

“Oh God, yes!” Shanthi gasped, “Your fingers are wonderful!”

“Well, let me now taste you,” Janice chuckled as she pulled her fingers out of Shanthi’s cunt and placed them in her mouth. She sucked Shanthi’s juices from her fingers.

“Dhuwa, you taste good,” she purred, “I want more of that!”

Janice got off the bed. She asked Shanthi to sit at the edge of the bed. She knelt on the floor between the  young woman’s parted legs and pulled hervbottoms towards her. Knowing the older woman’s intention, Shanthi lifted her feet upwards and spread her thighs wide apart. She got a vicarious thrill as she displayed her cunt to the older woman.

Parting the dark hairs on Shanthi’s pubes with her fingers Janice spread the young woman’s labia. She peered at the young woman’s pinkish vagina.

“I love to look at other women’s pussies,” Janice said.

She wiggled her fingers between the engorged folds of the labia. Her fingers found the swollen pulsing clit in the upper part of Shanthi’s vagina. The rosy clit was protruding outside the confines of the clitoral hood. Janice moved her index fingers in a circular motion over and around the hood. Shanthi’s labia swelled more and their pink colour deepened to a darker pink shade.

“Oh, Janice, please, don’t stop, please…”, Shanthi moaned with pleasure as the older woman fingered her clit.

“Oh, dhuwa, you’ve made me so hot with your young body. I want to love every inch of you. I want to show you what my tongue can do.”

Shanthi slid down the bed while Janice pulled her towards her. Shanthi’s cunt was in front of her face.

“That’s it dhuwa. Push your sexy hairy cunt towards me. I want to taste, suck and eat your cunt.”

Janice slid her tongue over Shanthi’s outer cunt lips. She sucked on the soft exposed pinkish flesh.

cunnilingus

As an experienced lesbian, Janice knew how to please the younger woman. Her tongue probed and found Shanthi’s clit. She covered it with her lips and teased it with the face of her teeth. As the clit enlarged gorged with blood, the young woman started grinding her cunt against the face of the older woman. She was shaking, gasping, She cried out with sheer untamed pleasure. Janice never let her go and went on sucking the younger woman’s cunt. Shanthi’s juices started flowing like never before and her young body trembled with sheer unbridled pleasure.

Shanthi moaned with pure ecstasy, “Janice, yes, Janice, suck my slit. This is the way I wanted someone to make love to me. To suck and make my dry cunt ooze. Janice, I love you.”

Janice pulled Shanthi’s labia apart and jabbed her tongue again and again into the oozing cunt. Shanthi felt the tongue of the older woman going deep into her oozing cunt and enjoyed the sexual release the experienced tongue was giving her.

Shanthi could feel her climax building up within her. She knew it was going to be the biggest spasm she would ever experience. Her nipples swelled into little hard nuggets. She felt a fire in her groin as the older woman’s active tongue went deeper into her oozing cunt. One minute the tongue probed into her cunt, and the next it was rubbing and titillating her clit.

Shanthi felt a great tension growing inside her. She felt Janice suck her clitoris and ramming two fingers in and out of her slippery cunt.

Shanthi slid her fingers into Janice’s hair and pulled her to her womanhood. Her muscles went taut, and her cries filled the bedroom. She jerked her groin in a spasm against Janice’s face as she sucked on her pulsating pussy. Juice oozed from Shanthi’s cunt.

The orgasm she experienced was quite different from the mild ones she got when she masturbated. This was pure ecstasy. She had never imagined this euphoric sensation was ever possible.

.

← Previous – A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 3 – Initiation

Next → A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 5 – Subjugation

.

 RELATED STORIES

  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 1 – Frustration (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 2 – Temptation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 3 – Initiation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 5 – Subjugation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

 .

READ MY OTHER STORIES

  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 1 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 2 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

.

RELATED ARTICLES

  • Tips and Tricks to Overcome Vaginal Dryness (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Foods That Improve Your Vaginal Health (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Sexual problems in women (bestdailyentries.blogspot.com)

A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 3 – Initiation

25 Thursday Sep 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Adult, Adult content, BDSM, Erotic, Erotic short stories, Erotica, Explicit sex stories, Fiction, Kissing, Lesbians, Mature, Peker O' Tool, Porn stories, Sex, Sex novella, Sex short story, Sex stories, Sexual health, Short sex stories, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Uncategorized, Vagina

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

Adult, adult content, Breast, Chilaw, Colombo, divorce, Dutch Burgher, Food for thought, Freddie, Janice, kissing, Lesbians, mature, mature content, Nipple, Peker O’ Tool, Sex, sex novella, sex short story, Shanthi, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan sex, Tongue, Vagina

By Vatsayayana Kumari 250x141

 

 

 

.

Previously… 

“Let me make you forget Roy,” Janice murmured, looking deep into Shanthi’s eyes. “With me, you will feel so good and you won’t even think about what your hubby did to you. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” Shanthi replied.

“Close your eyes honey,” Janice told her, and Shanthi obeyed. She shivered anticipating about where this was heading to.

Janice inhaled the aroma emanating from the young woman’s aroused body, as she moved her face in. She placed her warm lips on Shanthi’s lips. It felt nice. Shanthi sensed Janice’s tongue touch her lips and trying to part them. She opened her mouth, letting Janice’s tongue find hers. Roy had never kissed her like that.

“Did you like it? Do you like the way I kiss you?” Janice asked as their mouths parted.

Shanthi was shy to answer, but she managed to say, “Yes, I did.”

“Would you like me to kiss you again?” Janice asked as she fondled Shanthi’s breasts.

“Yes, please,” Shanthi murmured as she saw the carnal desire in the older woman’s eyes.

Janice kissing Shanthi

Shanthi opened her mouth to let the experienced woman’s slithering tongue. Shanthi responded more this time, enjoying the sensation of Janice’s tongue playing with hers. Their lips worked in unison. The two women sucked the nectar from each other’s mouth. Janice’s hand squeezed Shanthi’s breasts harder. Shanthi moaned with pleasure and placed her palms on Janice’s chest and started fondling her large breasts. She accepted what was happening, and the thought of having sex with an older woman excited her.

Just then the phone rang. They parted their mouths with reluctance. Shanthi went to the hall. After a few minutes she returned to the bedroom.

“It was my mother. She told me to ask whether you can sleep in our house and keep me company.”

“Yes. I will,” Janice replied.

“Thanks, Janice. Won’t uncle object?”

“No. Don’t worry about him. He has gone to Colombo and will return only on Monday morning.”

“Then you will come over here and sleep in my house?”

Janice wanted to complete the initiation of the young woman into the world of Sappho. She knew Shanthi would fall into her trap if she played her cards right. Also, for the past three months she did not have any sex sessions with anyone and was hungry for sex.

“Dhuwa, I have a better idea. Why not lock up your house for the night and come over  here and sleep in my bed?”

Shanthi mulled over the suggestion.

“After Freddie returns, I’ll come and sleep in your house until your mother comes back.”

“Thank you, Janice. You are so, kind.”

Janice hugged Shanthi. “Anything for my darling dhuwa.” She kissed Shanthi’s cheek.

“Okay, Janice. I’ll come around ten.”

******

After dinner, Shanthi went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, showered, and washed her vagina. Drying herself, she sprayed perfume all over her body, under her arms, on her hairy mound, and between her thighs. She wore a brand new bra and brand new panty and then wore a fresh nightie.

Just after ten she switched off all the lights and stepped out of the house. After securing the front door, she went to Janice’s house and rang the doorbell.

With a towel wrapped around her body

Janice opened the door with a towel wrapped around her body. Having showered, she appeared fresh.

After locking the front door, Janice asked Shanthi to sit on the sofa. She placed her hands on Shanthi’s shoulder and massaged.

“Shanthi, do you agree that a woman’s touch is special?”

“Yes, Janice. Your hands make me feel nice. Yes, I like it more than Roy’s. Your touch is gentler than his.”

“Dhuwa, have you come across a lesbian before?”

Shanthi startled by the question shook her head sideways and said, “No.”

“I am a lesbian. I hope this doesn’t upset you?”

“No,” Shanthi blurted.

“Do you know there are more women with lesbian desires, and find other women attractive?”

Janice stopped her massage. She led Shanthi to her bedroom and made her sit on the bed. With a flick she let the towel fall to the ground.

Shanthi couldn’t believe her eyes. She sat there transfixed, looking at the older woman’s voluptuous naked body. Her mound was completely bald, without any pubic hair and she could clearly see the older woman’s puffy vaginal lips.

“Do you like my body? Do I turn you on?”

Shanthi nodded, and said, “Yes.”

“Dhuwa, most women gaze at my breast. And, I get a vicarious thrill when they look at me, wanting me, wanting to fondle my breasts.”

Shanthi shivered with fear as well as desire for the older woman. She wondered what Janice, standing with her glorious naked body doing to her? Shanthi was unable to speak or move.

“Dhuwa, I understand what you feel just now. Don’t worry, I saw the same reaction in many married women I had made love to. Though startled at first, they too liked to explore their desires for me. After the initial conjugation with me, they didn’t regret a bit.”

The bountiful breasts of Janice entranced Shanthi. “Yes, Janice. I too have longed to touch your beautiful body and fondle your breasts,” Shanthi whispered.

“Come dhuwa. I have all that you need to be happy,” Janice said as she placed her hands around the back of Shanthi’s neck and pulled her forward. Her thrusting breasts were only inches away from Shanthi’s face.

“Dhuwa, I want you to touch my breasts. Feel their weight. Squeeze them hard. Massage them. Play with them.”

Shanthi reached out. She was curious. She wanted to know what it would be like to touch and feel the naked breast of another woman. It was the first time for her. She passed her hands across the soft orbs. She felt the weight of each breast in her palms.

“I hope you like my breasts.”

“Yes.”

“Then, play with them,” Janice said.

Shanthi rubbed her palm in a circular motion over Janice’s excited nipples. She pinched the taut extended nipples between her fingers and pulled them outward. She flicked and pinched them. Janice squirmed and moaned.

“Here suck them”, Janice said, rubbing her right breast against Shanthi’s lips.

Shanthi took hold of Janice’s heavy right breast in her hand and flicked the tip of the already excited nipple with the tip of her tongue. She covered the hardened nipple with her sensuous lips and ran the tip of her tongue around it in circles. She looked up at Janice’s face and saw her enjoying her ministration.

Janice raised Shanthi’s face and pressed her mouth on hers. The two passionate women kissed. Shanthi engulfed in the heat of passion tasted Janice’s saliva. It was delicious. She accepted Janice’s tongue inside her mouth.

Shanthi felt that something that had been dormant for years awakening within her.

“Janice, I am all yours now. My entire body is yours. Please teach me to love your beautiful body. Teach me how to love a woman,” she whispered.

.

← Previous – The Awakening of a Divorced Woman: Chapter 2 – Temptation

Next → A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 4 – Consummation

.

 RELATED STORIES

  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 1 – Frustration (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 2 – Temptation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 4 – Consummation
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 5 – Subjugation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

 .

READ MY OTHER STORIES

  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 1 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 2 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

.

RELATED ARTICLES

  • Tips and Tricks to Overcome Vaginal Dryness (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Foods That Improve Your Vaginal Health (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Sexual problems in women (bestdailyentries.blogspot.com)

A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 2 – Temptation

24 Wednesday Sep 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Adult, Adult content, BDSM, Erotic, Erotic short stories, Erotica, Explicit sex stories, Fiction, Free erotica, Homosexuals, Lesbians, Mature, Peker O' Tool, Porn stories, Sex, Sex short story, Sex stories, Sexual health, Short sex stories, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Uncategorized, Vagina, Women

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

Australia, Chilaw, Colombo, divorce, Food for thought, Freddie, Janice, Lesbians, Peker O’ Tool, Sex, sex novella, sex short story, Shanthi, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan sex, Sydney, Vagina

By Vatsayayana Kumari 250x141

 

 

 

 

Previously… 

It was Friday. When Shanthi returned from work, she went to get her house key from Janice. She knew that her mother after securing the front door would have given the key to Janice. It was usual for her mother to visit her son’s family in Colombo every three-month or so.

Janice was busy in the kitchen and after drinking the tea offered by Janice.

On entering her house, Shanthi felt lonely without her mother. She hated the monotonous life she was leading. She wanted some spice added to her life.

At 7 pm the doorbell rang. Janice went to the door and asked, “Who is it?”

“I’m Janice,” came the reply.

Shanthi opened the front door and Janice came in smiling.

After closing the front door Shanthi entered her bedroom and Janice followed her. Shanthi was aware that of late, Janice was showing more interest in her. The older woman standing behind Shanthi, wound her arms around her, and inhaled the sweet feminine aroma emanating from the young woman’s body.

“Shanthi, you smell nice,” Janice said.

“Oh, is it? I still did not have a bath after returning from work,” Shanthi said with a smile.

“Dhuwa, you smell womanly.”

Janice kissed Shanthi’s neck and squeezed her breasts covered only by the cotton nightie.

“How are you?”

“Feeling lonely and bored without Ammé.”

“If bored, why don’t you poke a brinjal, cucumber or carrot in your cunt and fuck yourself?” Janice teased.

“Are you mad?” Shanthi snapped. “No decent woman will do that!”

Janice just laughed.

“I use a dildo or a vibrator when I feel bored and lonely without a prick. Does that make me an indecent woman?”

“Why use a vibrator when you have your husband’s thing to please you?”

“Shanthi, my Freddie is impotent,” Janice replied.

“Oh! I am sorry,” Shanthi said, lowering her head.

“Why should you be sorry? When we got married, Freddie used to fill my cunt with his thick shaft and fuck me to his heart’s content. But now, I pity him. His dick doesn’t get rigid as before!”

“Then how…” Shanthi dragged.

“We got married when I was twenty-seven. After six years of marriage, Freddie had an accident while playing cricket for BRC. The ball struck his ding-dong and he became impotent.”

“Then, you did not have any sex afterwards?”

“Oh, no. I let some male friends fuck me when I travelled alone, without Freddie, to Australia. My younger brother is in Sydney. I was careful not to get pregnant.”

“How did you manage that?”

“Oh, silly girl, don’t you know that I am a nurse!”

“Sorry, aunty.”

“Here, here, how many times must I tell you not to call me aunty when we are alone! That word makes me feel old!”

“Sorry. Janice.”

“I have made my rule not to get fucked by men when I am in Sri Lanka. “

“You appear to be an insatiable woman. And so, how do you control your sex urge?

“How do you control yours?” Janice asked.

“I… I…”, Shanthi dragged.

“You masturbate, don’t you?”

“Yes. Sometimes,” Shanthi blurted.

“With what? Brinjals?”

“Cheekay! I use my fingers only. And, you?” Shanthi asked.

“I have many dildoes and vibrators in various sizes. Also, as I told you once, I am bisexual.”

“Oh my! Unbelievable,” exclaimed Shanthi.

“What? You don’t believe me?” asked Janice squeezing Shanthi’s breasts to emphasize what she said.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way! By the way, does uncle know?”

“Know what? Me, having slept with other men?”

“Yes.”

“Am I mad to tell him that I slept with other men behind his back and end my marriage?”

“You said you are bisexual. Does uncle know?”

“Oh, yes. When he saw me with a woman for the first time he just freaked out and shouted at us. That woman was his younger sister Helena. That day Freddie cried. He did not talk to us for a week or so. Afterwards, he made love to me in bed. He then asked me to be careful about losing my reputation.”

“So, he allowed you to carry on with your sister-in-law?”

“No. He told me to leave his sister alone and find some other female companion.”

“He is a good and understanding person.”

“Yes. He is. He loves me. He feels a woman cannot take me away or make me stop loving him. May God bless his kind heart.”

“I am jealous that you have an understanding husband.”

“Yes. My Freddie understands me and my need for sex.”

“By the way, where do you and other women get together? At your house?”

“In my house when Freddie is not in town else at their homes, when their husbands are out-of-station on business.”

“Or for some other private reason,” Shanthi added in a jovial manner.

“Yes, you are correct dhuwa. For some other private reason like clandestine trysts with their concubines or wives of friends.”

“By the way, you just said that uncle made love to you. How?”

“Oh, dhuwa. What he can’t do with his placid cock, he does with his virile tongue. When he sucks, I go to heaven!”

Shanthi couldn’t believe her ears. Janice saw the amazement on Shanthi’s face.

“Darling, didn’t your husband suck you?” Janice asked.

“No. Never.”

“Then you have missed the greatest pleasure a woman can get from her partner!”

“By the way, Shanthi, why did you leave your husband?” Janice asked.

Tears welled in Shanthi’s eyes. “Please don’t talk about it,” she said.

“No dhuwa, you must tell me all about him and what he did to you. Then, I can suggest what to do, and how to live a happy life hereafter.”

Feeling confident, Shanthi told Janice about her married life. She described how her cunt hurt during intercourse. Janice listened and felt sorry for the younger woman.

As an experienced nurse, Janice deduced that Shanthi was at fault for not approaching a gynaecologist for help. She also knew that reproaching the younger woman for her failure to find medical help will only antagonize her. So, she determined to play along with Shanthi.

Janice kissed Shanthi’s forehead. She then held the younger woman’s face and drew her to her bosom. “Now, do you feel better?” she asked.

Shanthi looked up resting her head on Janice’s breasts and smiled.

.

← Previous – A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 1 – Frustration

Next → A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 3 – Initiation

.

 RELATED STORIES

  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 1 – Frustration (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 3 – Initiation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 4 – Consummation
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 5 – Subjugation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

 .

READ MY OTHER STORIES

  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 1 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 2 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

.

RELATED ARTICLES

  • Tips and Tricks to Overcome Vaginal Dryness (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Foods That Improve Your Vaginal Health (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Sexual problems in women (bestdailyentries.blogspot.com)

.

A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 1 – Frustration

23 Tuesday Sep 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Adult, Adult content, BDSM, Erotic, Erotic short stories, Erotica, Explicit sex stories, Fiction, Lesbians, Mature, Peker O' Tool, Porn stories, Sex, Sex novella, Sex short story, Sex stories, Sexual health, Short sex stories, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Vagina

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

adult content, BDSM, Chilaw, Colombo, divorce, Food for thought, Janice, Lesbians, Nipple, Peker O’ Tool, Sex, sex novella, sex short story, Sexual intercourse, Sexually transmitted disease, Shanthi, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan sex, Vagina

.By Vatsayayana Kumari 250x141

 

 

 

 

Compared to her friends, Shanthi knew a fair amount about sex when she was thirteen. Though sex was not a casual topic of conversation among her friends, but it was not taboo either. She read sex books on the sly fetched by her friends from the bedrooms of their married sisters. To say the least, all that she read about sex was completely abstract.

Then she started menstruating. Her mother and relatives rejoiced. From then on, her hormones began to flow.

Shanthi’s sexual feelings were slow to develop. She thought that when she attained puberty urge for sex would engulf her with as said in some books she had read. She did have ripples of sexual urge that were strong the week before and after her period. But they were just scattered sexual awareness.

At the age of fourteen, Shanthi was quite undeveloped. She had little hair on her mound.

The areolae of her breasts were not large. Her nipples were prominent and sensitive the week before and after her menstrual period.

Protruding nipples

People stared at the bulge on her blouse and the slight protrusion made by her nipples. It caused her a great deal of embarrassment. But when alone, she would pluck her nipples and roll her fingers over them. She enjoyed the tactile sensation of the slight oozing in her snatch.

She would rub the outer lips of her vagina, or roll her fingers over her clitoral hood. At times she would poke her middle finger between her inner cunt lips. This brought on a placid excitement, and at best, she would have a mild orgasm. To bring herself to a quick climax, she would twirl her index finger around her sensitive clitoris.

After celebrating her nineteenth birthday, the contour of her body changed a great deal. When she stood naked before the tall mirror after her bath, her eyes swept over a beautiful  well-shaped woman. The large pinkish brown areolae and sensuous nipples crowned her round firm breasts.

Her waist flared out into  rounded hips. Her stomach was flat, and sloped towards the sparse, dark pubic hair over her mound. Her buttocks were in some ways the most feminine part of her; they had changed a great deal since she attained puberty. She saw herself as an Amazon. She fell in love with her image reflected by the mirror as young Narcissus fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water.

Then there was the itching and stinging around the opening and the lower part of her vagina.

It was a proposed marriage. A marriage broker had shown Shanthi’s photo to Roy Gunasekara. The young man immediately agreed to visit Shanthi’s house along with his family members to see the girl. When Roy saw her in the flesh, he was completely enchanted with her angelic face and well-formed body. His family members also liked the girl. The engagement took place a week after. They got married two months later, after celebrating her twenty-first birthday.

After their marriage, Roy fucked her at any time of the day, whether she was willing or not. Shanthi rarely attained orgasm because of her dry vagina. She feigned enjoyment to please her loving husband.

Though she wanted to, Roy never indulged in foreplay and her vagina never oozed and remained dry. Though her husband enjoyed and ejaculated many times, she found intercourse painful. At times she bled during or after having sex. Due to the pain in her cunt, she was frigid like a statue. She bit her lips to subdue the pain when he entered her with his more than average size cock. Roy construed her moaning as sexual ecstasy. The sounds she emitted made him increase the speed of his rhythmic fucking, pushing his cock, up to the hilt.

Shanthi, though educated, was shy to show her private parts to a gynaecologist.

She allowed her husband to fuck her missionary style only. As days passed by, the frequency of their copulation started to decline. After a year or so, Roy got fed up fucking his frigid wife. He started visiting brothels to appease his sexual need.

After three years of marriage, Shanthi returned to her family home in Chilaw of her own accord. Her elder brother Rupasena admonished her for leaving her husband. She did not know how to explain to her brother the pain she endured during intercourse. She just said that her husband had started visiting prostitutes and she was afraid he might contract venereal disease and infect her.

Her father died six months after she returned home, leaving her husband. Shanthi found employment as a telephone operator in a garment manufacturing firm.

After a year or so, Gunasekera filed divorce and Shanthi did not object. The divorce proceedings went through without a hitch, and she was a free bird.

Now, two years after the divorce, she felt frustrated. When she saw young couples walk holding hands, she longed for sex. Sometimes she felt like going back to Roy. Though some men made advances, an unexplainable fear gripped her, and she did not dare to reciprocate.

All this changed after the arrival of Janice and her husband to Chilaw and settled next door. They were natives of Colombo. Janice was forty-two-years-old and worked as a Staff Nurse in the Government Hospital. Her forty-eight-year-old husband Fred Ryder was a Physiotherapist in the same hospital. They did not have any children.

Being a Dutch Burgher, Janice was fair and beautiful with tempting natural rosy lips. When Janice walked, the rhythmic swaying of her hips stirred up passion in every male, and envy in every woman. The older woman, always wore dresses with low neckline and her sensuality fascinated Shanthi.

At the beginning of their friendship, Shanthi was afraid to talk to Janice as she was 15 years older than her. But Janice was a cordial person.

Though Shanthi did not go to Janice’s house, the middle-aged woman came to Shanthi’s house almost every day. She was fond of Shanthi, and addressed her as ‘dhuwa’ (‘daughter’ in Sinhalese) like her mother.

As the days drifted, their friendship grew and Janice started hugging her often. At times Janice would embrace and kiss her cheeks to show her affection. On few occasions she had kissed Shanthi’s lips. The young woman in fact liked the feel of the older woman’s lips on hers and did not object. On one occasion, Janice gave her a wet kiss and Shanthi liked the taste of her saliva. Deep inside, Shanthi wanted Janice to prolong the kiss.

When alone, she fantasized Janice kissing and exploring the inside of her mouth with her tongue. She yearned for Janice’s kiss not only her lips, but on all her feminine sensuous niches.

Janice dropped hints on her bisexuality and told Shanthi her intimate secrets, some of which seemed vulgar. Yet, Shanthi refrained from sharing her own secrets with Janice as she did not want to burden her with her tale of woe.

.

Next → A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 2 – Temptation

.

 RELATED STORIES

  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 2 – Temptation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 3 – Initiation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 4 – Consummation
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • A Divorced Woman Awakens: Chapter 5 – Subjugation (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

.

READ MY OTHER STORIES

  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 1 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 2 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

.

RELATED ARTICLES

  • Tips and Tricks to Overcome Vaginal Dryness (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Foods That Improve Your Vaginal Health (Re-posted)
    (eroticpink.wordpress.com)
  • Sexual problems in women (bestdailyentries.blogspot.com)

Aunt Charulatha – Part 2

12 Friday Sep 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Adult, Adult content, Erotic, Erotic short stories, Erotica, Explicit sex stories, Fiction, Incest, Mature, Peker O' Tool, Sex, Sex novella, Sex short story, Sex stories, Sexually explicit stories, Short sex stories, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

Charu, Charulatha, Colombo, Dehiwela, divorce, divorcee, Erotica, FM, inc, Incest, Lesbians, Marriage, oral, Peker O’ Tool, pekerotool, Puthaa, Sex, sex short story, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan sex

By Vatsayayana Kumari 250x141

.

.

.

.

The door of my bedroom was open. I switched on the light. My aunt Charulatha was sleeping on my bed. A blanket was covering her up to her waist. She woke up; squinted and smiled at me. She was a bit chubby and beautiful in her mid thirties.

“When did you come, Charu?” I asked.

Though she was 32 and eight years older than me, she liked me to call her Charu instead of Punchiamma (little aunt).

“In the evening,” she said. “I was longing to see you when I arrived, and missed you.”

I sat on the bed, beside her, and removed my shoes.

“Has uncle come with you?” I asked as if I was not aware of her predicament.

She sat up. Her eyes swelled with tears. “No,” she said and started crying.

I felt sorry for her. I put my hand around her waist and hugged her. She was warm. She placed her head on my shoulder and sobbed pathetically with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh, Puthaa, he wants to divorce me,” she said.

I kissed her cheeks and my lips tasted her salty tears. After a while, she stopped sobbing.

“It’s warm, isn’t it?” I asked.

She wiped her tears and said, “Yes, Puthaa.”

“Then why are you covering yourself with a blanket?”

She smiled seductively and embraced me. Nibbling my earlobe with her tongue she whispered, “Because I’m not wearing anything under my nightie.”

Just then my mother entered the room. She saw her little sister clinging on to me, but said nothing. She sat on the bed beside her sister.

Twirling her fingers in her sister’s curly hair she said, “Nangee (little sister), why are you crying? We are here for you.”

“Yes,Charu. You can count on us,” I said.

“See, our Puthaa loves you dearly.”

“Yes. I know,” Charu said and hugged me.

“As  you might feel lonely especially in the night, I have asked him to share this bedroom with you,” my mother said.

My aunt raised looked gratefully at her older sister.

“Thank you, Akkaa. You’re very understanding,” my aunt said, hugging her sister.

Charu wound her arms around my neck and pulled my head towards her, and smothered my face on her ample breasts.

“I love you… I love my Puthaa… Will you always love me and comfort me? Will you?” she asked.

“Yes. Charu. I will always love you,” I managed to mutter with my lips touching her bared breast.

My mother got up from the bed. “Nangee, now, I can sleep peacefully knowing that our Puthaa will take care of you,” she said and eft the room beaming with joy.

My aunt and I remained hugging each other.

“Puthaa, I am sorry for crying.”

“I understand Charu. Any woman in your state would do the same,” I said straightening up..

After a while we released each other.

“Now, go and take a bath,” she said.

I got up from the bed, took a fresh sarong from the cupboard and went to the bathroom. After taking a warm shower, I wore my sarong.

As I came out, my aunt took the towel from me and went inside the bathroom. After about ten minutes she came out, with my towel wrapped around her wet body.

“Puthaa, now, I feel refreshed,” she said.

She raised the towel slightly and I saw the dark hairs on her mound. I knew she moved the towel purposely to tempt me.

She asked me to place her suitcase on the bed and open it for her. She pointed to a nightie. I placed it on the bed.

“Do you want a bra and panty?” I asked her innocently.

“No,” she grinned. “Don’t be silly. Was I wearing anything under my nightie when you came in? I want to feel the cool air on my body.”

She stood in front of the dressing table. I could see her reflection in the tall mirror. With her back facing me, she opened the towel in front and sprinkled a generous amount of my Deo talcum powder on her breasts, groin, and thighs.

My aunt approached the bed swaying her hips seductively.

She took the nightie from the bed and threw it to the floor. “It is warm, so I am going to sleep like this,” she said, and with a flick removed the towel.

She stood there naked. To me she was a goddess with a voluptuous body. She saw my cock stir under my sarong when I saw the dark triangle on her mound.  She smiled, with anticipation showing clearly on her beautiful face..

“Puthaa, switch off the light, but l let the night lamp be, ” she said.

I switched off the tube light and let the night lamp on.

I sat next to her on the bed. I placed my hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her on the bed and tucked a pillow under her head. Her hand brushed against my erect cock.

I got on to my side of the bed and placed a pillow  between us.

My aunt turned towards me and I could see that she was looking at me with anticipation. I saw her breasts with brownish dark areola heave.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked with an impish smile.

“Yes,” I blurted.

After a while, she took the pillow lying between us and threw it to the floor. Stretching her arms, she said,  “Puthaa, come to me.”

I moved towards my aunt and she embraced me. She kissed my lips. Her tongue swirled under my lips and cheeks, and pressed my teeth with urgency. I opened my mouth and her tongue slithered in and started feeling and playing with my tongue.

Just then, from the corner of my eye, I saw the room door opening.

I whispered to my aunt, “Ammé is online.”

We closed our eyes and feigned sleep.

My mother tip-toed into our room and approached our bed. I was feeling nervous and expected her to wake me and scold me for being a bit too intimate with her sister. To my surprise, she smiled as she saw her naked sister entwined in my arms.

She slowly pulled down my sarong, exposing my prick. She then took her sister’s left hand and placed it on my erect cock. My aunt imperceptibly tightened her grip on my manhood in the semi-darkness.

Satisfied that her sister was in good stead my mother went out of the room with a smile on her face.

We both understood what my kind mother had in her mind to save her little sister’s marriage. It was incest, but it was the only solution that she could think of.

Couple on bed

My aunt and I laughed silently. She still had my cock in a firm grip. She leaned forward and placed her lips on mine. I opened my mouth. As her tongue plunged in, she rubbed my erect prick on her wet nether lips.

.

← Previous: Aunt Charulatha – Part 1

.

Related articles
  • Aunt Charulatha – Part 1 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

Aunt Charulatha – Part 1

11 Thursday Sep 2014

Posted by Peker O' Tool in Adult, Adult content, Erotic, Erotic short stories, Erotica, Explicit sex stories, Fiction, Incest, Mature, Peker O' Tool, Porn stories, Sex, Sex novella, Sex short story, Sex stories, Sexually explicit stories, Short sex stories, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

Akka, Colombo, divorce, divorcee, Erotica, FM, inc, Incest, Marriage, Peker O’ Tool, Punchi, Sex, sex short story, Sinhalese, Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan sex

 

By Vatsayayana Kumari 250x141

 

 

 

.

It all began a year ago on a Saturday.

I went to see a movie with two friends, both junior executives like me in a tea packing company in Union place, in Colombo, Sri Lanka. After the movie, we went to a bar and had one too many. It was nearing midnight, so I took a cab to reach my home in Dehiwela.

My mother opened the door instead of Kusuma, our 27-year-old servant woman.

“Where is Kusuma Akka?” I asked her.

Since Kusuma was three years older than me, I called her Akka (elder sister).

“She has gone to her village,” my mother replied. She closed the front door. “She went in the evening by bus to Avissawela. She would have reached her home by now,” she said.

As I was about to enter my room, my mother grabbed my hand and stopped me.

“Puthaa, come sit. I want to talk to you,” she said pointing to the sofa in the hall.

My name is Premaratne, but my parents and relatives call me ‘Puthaa‘ meaning son in Sinhalese.

I sat on the sofa and my mother sat beside me. She looked worried.

“Punchi has come,” she said.

My mother has three younger sisters, and 32-year-old Charulatha was the youngest, so we called her ‘Punchi’ meaning small in Sinhalese.

Punchii was married to Dharmasena. I never liked him. He had a stern face and was forever grumbling. There was no rapport between him and me. I wondered how my aunt fell in love with him. They lived in Kandy, the hill-capital of Sri Lanka. Whenever they came down to Colombo, they occupied my room and I slept on the sofa in the hall. It was almost six months since I had seen her last.

“Puthaa, she has come alone. Dharma wants to divorce her,” she said.

I was shocked and furious.

“What? Does he want to divorce her after ten years of marriage?” I asked.

“Yeah,” my mother replied.

“Is he sleeping with any other woman?”

“I asked Punchi that. But she says that he does not,” replied my mother. “And she is sure of it, though I doubt it.”

“Then why does he want to divorce her?”

“Since she has not borne a child, though they got married nine years ago, his mother is accusing Punchi for being barren,” my mother said.

“Did they see a doctor?” I asked.

“No. When Punchi suggested that, her mother-in-law had shouted at her.”

“I never liked him,” I said. “She fell in love with him, isn’t it? What did she find in him to get married to that bastard?”

“All of us are asking the same question. She says that he is drinking more than ever; and recently had started beating her! Now,, he comes home fully drunk, and fucks her in the mouth like a savage. If she objects, he beats her,” mother said.

I was astonished to hear words that she would normally not utter in my presence.

“Even last night, he had beaten Punchi with his belt.” Mother was furious. “I’ll ask Punchi to show  the welts to you.”

“I will kill that bastard!” I shouted.

“Puthaa, please. Don’t raise your voice and wake up your father,” my mother implored.

“Now what are we to do?” I asked angrily.

Crying Woman (2) (Small)

“I tried to pacify her. But she’s been crying from the time she arrived.”

“What are you going to do about the divorce?”

Mother frowned. “I’m worried about that too.”

“I think it is a disguised blessing. We should be happy for that bastard himself has initiated the move for the divorce. Now, everyone can be happy if he divorces her. Isn’t it?” I asked.

“What will the people say?” asked my mother.

“Hang the people! She can marry another good guy,” I suggested.

“She is now thirty-two. Do you think anyone will come forward to marry a divorcee?”

“Then what are we to do?”

My mother smiled enigmatically.

“I love my little sister. All I want is her happiness.”

“But how can she be happy with this divorce looming over her head?”

“She is going to stay here with us for sometime,” she said.

“Yes. Let her stay with us. I will look after her as long as I live,” I said. I loved my youngest aunt more than her other married sisters.

“Don’t sleep in the hall. Share your room with her,” my mother said.

I never expected my mother would suggest that. But I did not object.

“I don’t want others to know that you are sharing the room with Punchi, especially, the servant woman. That’s why I packed her off to her village.”

“Ammé, there is only one bed,” I said.

“Well, that bed is large enough for both of you,” she said with a twinkle in her eye and wisp of a smile.

I was perturbed. I was apprehensive that my father would object.

“What will thaathaa say?” I asked.

“Your thaathaa and I discussed the issue. I put forward a proposal to him, but he did not agree to my suggestion. He said, ‘It’s true Punchi is young when compared to you. Though the devil in me tells me to do what you suggest. But, being older than her by many years I can never be the proper person to do your bidding. Moreover, I love her like our own daughter. Since we want to keep the solution to the problem only between you, me, and Charu, only a youngster like our Puthaa can discreetly do it.’ Then he suggested that you should share your room with Punchi, and asked me to pack off Sumana to her village.”

I did not really understand what she meant by the phrase ‘proper person to do your bidding‘, nevertheless I was glad to sleep on the same bed with my loving aunt.

“I too feel the same as your thaathaa. You should share your room with her.”

“Did Punchi agree to share the bed with me?” I asked.

“Now, that she is depressed, feels miserable and dejected, we did not ask her opinion. However, we feel that she will not object to sharing the bed with you. You will find that out for yourself when you go to your room now.”

“How can I comfort her? What am I supposed to tell her?” I asked my mother.

She smiled and said, “Puthaa, take her out to the beach, to the movies, to the zoo. Make her feel happy and become her former self. Do whatever you can. She is your aunt; my little sister. I know you love her more than anyone else. I know she trusts you and confides in you. Do what you can, to bring her out of the miserable mental state she is now in. You have our blessings. Please make my little sister happy. I beseech you, dear.”

I felt happy that I had such understanding and loving parents. I was their only son and they trusted me.

.

Next → Aunt Charulatha – Part 2

.

RELATED STORIES

  •  Aunt Charulatha – Part 2 (eroticpink.wordpress.com)

.

← Older posts

ADULT CONTENT

This site contains Adult content and is not suitable for viewers under 21 years of age.
Follow Shades of Pink on WordPress.com

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 124 other followers

Recent Posts

  • Nostalgic Memories!
  • Praying and Bathing in the Sacred Ganges River
  • Sara X Mills Twerks Her Boobs for Christmas Medleys
  • Luxembourgian Performance Artist Deborah de Robertis Exposes Her Vagina
  • The Erotic Exam!
  • Six Qualities an Indian Man Expects From His Wife
  • Cleavage! What’s in It?
  • Spoof: Part 2 – Rape Festival In Assam, India
  • Spoof: Part 1 – Rape Festival In Punjab, India
  • Tennis Legend Martina Navratilova Proposes Marriage to Julia Lemigova

Top Posts & Pages

  • Sri Lanka, an Island with a Colourful Heritage
  • Boob Jobs and Willy Stiffners

Archives

  • February 2015 (1)
  • January 2015 (1)
  • December 2014 (5)
  • November 2014 (10)
  • October 2014 (11)
  • September 2014 (34)
  • August 2014 (1)
December 2019
M T W T F S S
« Feb    
 1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031  

Categories

#WPLongform Adult Adult content Articles Erotic Erotica Erotic short stories Explicit sex stories Fiction Food for thought Incest Lesbians Mature Peker O' Tool Penis Porn stories Sex Sex novella Sex short story Sex stories Sexual health Short sex stories Sinhalese Sri Lanka This is life Uncategorized Vagina Video Women YouTube

Cancel