Kishen’s life-changing discovery – Part 3
69 position, doggy style, editor's picks

Hello, dear readers of ISS. If you’ve read the previous two parts of this story, you’d have gotten used to Kishen narrating the encounters. He has aquatinted you to his parents, friends and a few other characters. So I (AuthorErotica) thought of doing him the favor of taking over the narration. The characters you’ve known will probably have their steamy encounters. That doesn’t mean I am entirely barring Kishen or any character from narrating their perspectives. They will chime in and share their experiences directly from time to time. So let’s go! After hearing Tariq’s sexual intimacies with their buddy Deepak’s dad and mom (Raj uncle and Hema Aunty,) Kishen’s mind was horny and nuts. He had difficulty staying focused after listening to Tariq. A few weeks back, he saw his parents make out with his neighbors, and now this. After Tariq left, he sat at the park bench, processing what he had heard and witnessed. There was already a visible wet patch of precum on his pants. His dick was throbbing, pleading to be stroked. “Before anything, I really need to get home and shag to clear my head,” Kishen thought. Stunned, he walked back to his building next to the park. It didn’t concern him if anyone noticed his wet patch or not. As he got into the elevator, he thought, “I came across two life-changing instances, but my life is still the same. All I can do is shag and sniff Neetu’s and Usha Aunty’s panties. When will I get any action?” Just as the lift door was closing, it opened again. Neetu pressed the lift button from outside. Carrying her baby, she was coming from her in-law’s place to stay for the night at her place—Usha aunty’s house. “Hello, Kishen! Long time no see. How are you?” asked Neetu as she got into the elevator. “I am good. Where is your hubby Neetu didi?” replied Kishen. “He gets late from work and stays back at his place, which is close to his office. You don’t need to call me didi, Kishen. We played together as kids, for Godsake.” “OK, Neetu di, I mean, Neetu. Hope everything is going fine with you,” Kishen asked. “Nothing much,” said Neetu. Silence ensued. Kishen (re)noticed that Neetu had developed flesh at just the right places after her delivery. Standing next to him was the girl with whom he played teacher, doctor, and hide-n-seek. Today, she’s the woman whose pantie he sniffs. Of late, whenever he saw her, he wondered if she still remembered their little ‘flashing’ incident from years ago. He sighed in silence, thinking about what ensued after Manoj sir caught them red-handed and scolded them. Above all, Kishen wondered if she knew their parents were fucking, or if he should tell her about it. “I see your pants have gotten wet,” Neetu said with a sarcastic smile. “Oh, sorry, that’s water,” replied Kishen, covering the patch with his hands. “Yeah, right!” “Seriously.” “OK, Kish, I believe you. No need to elaborate.” “Aha, it’s good to hear you call me Kish. I am reminded of the days we used to play and fool around,” said Kishen. “Yeah, those were the good days,” responded Neetu. The elevator reached the floor. Kishen and Neetu continued to talk as they walked to their respective houses. “It’s been what? 4-5 years? Since we last ran around and played in these corridors?” asked Kishen. “Yeah, I guess. Time went by quickly. And you’ve grown to look more like Sunil uncle.” Neetu noticed something was holding Kishen back from talking. “Is everything all right?” she asked as they reached the door to Neetu’s flat. “Yes, all fine,” replied Kishen. “OK, take care, Kish. Give regards to Savi aunty and Sunil uncle,” Neetu added as she rang the bell to her house. “Neetu, will you be here tomorrow? I want to tell you something,” Kishen blurted. “What?” Kishen had it in his impulse to tell her that he saw their parents fucking. But he decided not to reveal, fearing how she might react. “Uh, nothing. Just that I miss playing with you.” “Really? And you want me to believe that? Tell me, what is it?” “Nothing. Just that.” “Kish, I can tell when you’re trying to hide something. I was good at catching your petty lies even when we were children playing around.” “Nothing! Really….” Usha opened the door just then and greeted Kishen upon seeing him. Neetu looked sharply at Kishen for a few moments and said, “OK fine. Can you meet me tomorrow?” Usha looked confused. She had no clue what they were talking about. “Wh… why? I have college,” replied Kishen. “Don’t you ever bunk? Are you a nerd? You certainly don’t look like one,” said Neetu. “Chhi, don’t spoil my old student. Kishen, don’t listen to her. Don’s miss classes,” interrupted Usha aunty. Neetu looked at her and then at Kishen, nodded and got in with a ‘whatever’ smile. “Oh, and Kishen, can you ask Savi to meet me later? Just remind her about my request?” said Usha holding the door handle. “OK, aunty,” Kishen responded and turned and began walking towards his flat, hearing Usha close the door behind him. As he waited after ringing the doorbell to his flat, he wondered what Usha aunty’s request might be. When Savitri opened the door, Kishen saw Sunil watching TV and sipping tea, sitting on the sofa in their living room. “Usha aunty just asked me to remind you about some request she made,” he told Savitri as he entered the house and closed the door. “Oh yes, I totally forgot,” said Savitri and turned to Sunil. “Listen, Suni, Ramesh wants our car tomorrow to attend a wedding in their native place. Can you go to the office on your bike until they come back?” “They are going to their native?!? So they won’t be there this Saturday?!?” Sunil asked, rather surprised. He mellowed down instantly after noticing that Kishen was listening. Savitri, too became conscious of Sunil’s blurt. She turned to look at Kishen and then looked back at Sunil. “What’s happening this Saturday?” Kishen inquired. “No, nothing. Uh, I will need the car on Saturday,” Sunil replied. Kishen nodded. But he noticed Savitri letting out a “whew” before reminding him about feeding Usha’s fishes. “I will feed them,” Kishen said as he walked to his room. He now knew for sure they were cooking something up for Saturday. He couldn’t wait. He was also delighted to know that there came the ideal opportunity to sneak back Usha aunty’s and Neetu’s panties. As he shagged to sleep that night, he thought of Neetu’s request to meet him. The next afternoon, Neetu was surprised to see Kishen when she answered the doorbell. Kishen was instantly aroused to see her wearing a white nightie and holding her baby. She welcomed him and asked him to be seated. He noticed how her white fabric embraced her body and enhanced her sexiness—the kind of sexiness that young new mothers beam. He gazed at her as she entered the kitchen carrying the baby. Despite having known Neetu up close since childhood, Kishen was shrouded by formality and a sense of distance. He wondered if it were because of his inner guilt for fantasizing about her and her mother. Neetu noticed Kishen’s demeanor. She thought it might be because they had seen each other less over the past few years, especially after she was married. For Neetu, spending time with Kishen was a together-time they had unknowingly lost since childhood. She wanted to know more about how Kishen had been doing. Their casual conversations soon threaded to Neetu asking Kishen about his love life. She was surprised to hear that he wasn’t in a relationship yet. Just then, the baby began to cry. Neetu asked Kishen to follow her to her room as the feeder bottle and cradle were there. Kishen followed Neetu to her room. He momentarily stopped at its doorway to glance at Usha aunty’s bedroom. About 4 weeks ago, he secretly witnessed the sexual union of his and Neetu’s parents in that room. Neetu made herself comfortable on her bed and asked Kishen to take a chair beside it. She reached out to take a baby feeder bottle from the table adjacent to the bed. Kishen saw a good view of her cleavage. “So, are you still a virgin?” Neetu asked. Taken aback a little by the question but aroused at its abruptness, Kishen replied that he was. Neetu then brought up the topic of discussion from their previous conversation. She inquired what Kishen wanted to say. But he assured her that it wasn’t anything in particular. By then, the baby had finished the milk in the feeder and cried for more. “Do you mind if I feed him directly?” Neetu asked Kishen. “Uh, sure. I can wait in the living room,” Kishen replied. “You can stay. I don’t mind,” said Neetu. She gave Kishen the baby feeder and asked him to keep it on the table. He reluctantly watched as Neetu slid her left breast out of her nightie and directed the nipple at the baby’s mouth. Neetu noticed Kishen trying to suppress his heavy breathing. Glancing at the side wall frequently, he was finding it difficult to keep eye contact with Neetu while conversing. “Why are you hesitant to look at me? What you are seeing is just a mother feeding her offspring. Nothing vulgar about it, Kish,” said Neetu. Seeking Kishen to ease his shyness and tension, Neetu said, “I thought that wet patch on your crotch yesterday came from cuddling your girlfriend at the park.” “No…No, that was water,” replied Kishen. “We’ve come this far, Mr. Kishen. And we’re adults. Why do you still have to hide?” demanded Neetu. “OK fine! It was no gf. I was listening to a friend of mine talk about his sexual encounters. It was very arousing,” replied Kishen. Through conversations that ensued, he went on to share with her how he felt. He missed the action, especially since his friend started experiencing it. Seeing that the baby was full, Neetu stood up to keep him in the crib beside the bed. Her bare tit was just inches away from Kishen’s face for a few moments. After carefully placing the baby in the crib, Neetu turned to Kishen. Stepping closer to Kishen, she began rocking the crib and humming a lullaby. Wiping off her baby’s saliva from her left nipple, she watched Kishen’s eyes shuttle helplessly between her eyes and tits. Her humming echoed in the silence of the room. She gently extended her hand towards Kishen’s face. He could no longer conceal his heavy breathing. Neetu’s hand cupped his cheeks. Her fingers caressed his lips, eyebrows and earlobes, sending tinglings down his spine. She freed the other breast, leaned forward and brought her breasts close to Kishen’s face. “Your wait ends here,” she whispered. Kishen took the plunge. He thrust his lips on her nipple so abruptly that she was nearly shaken and almost jerked the cradle. She had to push his head back to tell him to be gentle. Not seeming to acknowledge her request, Kishen began sucking on her nipple. Running his face all over her left breast while one of his hands fondled the other. Eyes closed, she began humming and moaning, and moaning and humming. She stopped rocking the crib with her other hand until the baby was fast asleep. “Take it slow, Kish. You are in a bit of a haste. It is all-natural for first-timers, and it is beautiful to feel. But try to take it slow,” she whispered. Kishen paused, leaned back on the chair and began unzipping his pants. “Strip fully,” ordered Neetu as she got rid of her nightie in a single swing of her hand. The glory of her nudity beamed before Kishen. He stood up and removed his shirt, pants and inners in record time. Neetu was visibly amused. She grabbed his leaking tool and stroked it a few times. Kishen was etching the moments in his mind. His time had finally come. It was the first time a female stroked his tool, and that too by a soul he often fantasized about. Holding Kishen by his throbbing dick, Neetu walked him out of her room to not wake the baby. She pulled him by his tool to Usha’s bedroom, which aroused him all the more. Neetu positioned Kishen near the edge of the bed. At the same spot a few weeks back, his mother had her pussy licked by his dad and Usha. Kneeling in front of him and holding his hands with hers, Neetu moistened her lips with her tongue and cupped his dick. She began blowing and kept looking at him to measure his arousal and reaction. The warmth and the moistness of Neetu’s mouth working magic on Kishen’s tool ‘loosened’ him. The creaking sound of the bed echoed in the room as Kishen sat on the bed. Standing while being sucked on appeared to be too effortful. Neetu pushed his chest with one hand, gesturing for him to lie on his back as she continued to blow him. Shifting to a squatting position, Neetu made Kishen move further back on the bed to have him spread his legs. Stroking his tool, she started sucking on his balls and orally fondling the sweaty, sensitive area between his hole and balls. Kishen remembered how Tariq had told about Hema aunty running her tongue from his asshole to dick tip. He was hesitant to ask Neetu to do the same. He also didn’t need to ask her to do anything. She appeared to know very well what she was doing. There was no way Neetu would make any less of her opportunity to make out with her Kish. In a way, the origin of their sexual encounter goes to that incident in their childhood which she fondly remembered. The memory flashed before her mind as she fingered herself while orally pleasuring Kishen. Without taking her hand off Kishen’s tool, Neetu got on the bed and reached for a pillow with the other arm. Helping Kishen place the pillow below his neck, she positioned her pussy right above his face. Kishen watched her smooth thighs arching his head. “Welcome your first 69 position, Kish,” said Neetu as she began blowing him. Kishen took a moment to bask in the beauty of her semi-shaven pussy in closeup. He knew how it smelt because of the panties he used to steal. All he had to do was feel what he imagined he’d feel. Lifting his head, he rubbed his nose and pouted at its moist crack. At that point, Neetu stopped blowing him. She lifted her chest from his abdomen and supported herself with her elbows. She stooped to at Kishen. Their eyes met through the length of their upper bodies that ran parallel and opposite to one another. They exchanged a naughty smile of indulgence. Taking the initiative for the first time, Kishen pulled Neetu’s hips onto his face, making her sit up straight. Going all-in with eyes shut tight like any first-timer, Kishen licked and tongue-fucked her. How he felt doing the deed didn’t seem to matter to him. Kishen was rushing it just like he had probably learned from porn. So Neetu lifted her hips from his face to stop him. “Don’t rush it, Kishen. Feel how it tastes. It will not be what you’d expect. Accept it anyway if you think you can take it,” said Neetu. She tenderly placed her hips back on his face and leaned forward to blow him. That was when Kishen began taking it slow to become more aware of the indulgence. Guided by her moans and twitches, his lips and tongue explored Neetu’s privates. After a good while of mutual oral indulgence, Kishen had Neetu on all fours in the doggy style. He examined her asshole and pussy-bottom like a monkey being given a new fruit. He impulsively placed his nose at her butthole. He took a long slow sniff, like a horny doggo registering the smell of a newly-met female canine. “I’m not prepped for anything anal at the moment, Kish. Let’s stay away from there,” said Neetu, turning toward him. She guided Kishen in fingering and lubricating her pussy with his saliva. With her face and chest on the bed and spreading her ass-cheeks with both hands, she invited Kishen to fuck her. “Here we go,” Kishen thought as he docked his tool in her. Building speed and getting the hang of pleasurable thrusting, he slid his dick out just as he was about to cum. He couldn’t risk cumming soon and losing the arousal. To Neetu’s surprise, he flipped her over, made her lie on her back and ran his tongue from Neetu’s asshole to the clit and back. He was drawing inspiration from what Tariq told him. “I see what you are trying to do, Kish. But it’s more pleasurable for men than women. It is our vaginal and clit areas that are much more sensitive. Run your tongue in, through and around it. Also, spread my pussy lips, and try drawing the alphabet with your tongue.” Kishen did exactly as Neetu ordered and ferried her to orgasm. He savored her squirt as it leaked and kept licking until her shivering hands had to stop him. Stroking his tool, he watched her come back to her senses from the shivering heights of orgasm. As much as he’d seen orgasms in porn, it all felt surreal to witness in real-time. “Water?” Neetu asked, looking at him. “Uh, no,” he responded. Neetu got up from the bed, went to the kitchen, and returned with a bottle of cold water. “You’ll need it later, especially after you’ve done more of the real deal,” she said. She approached the bed smiling and tossed the bottle into a corner of the bed. Neetu knew that as a first-time, her Kishen was an observer even while in action. Like a patient tour guide, she acquainted him with moves he’s known only through porn. On the other hand, Kishen was getting a lot of reality checks. He realized tit-fucking isn’t as pleasurable as it is shown in porn. He learned how the knees could ache while pumping in missionary and how the calves are strained in the doggy style. Those inconveniences inadvertently stopped him from cumming too fast. But he was conscious about being unable to thrust for longer periods. Assuring Kishen that he would get better with practice. Neetu did a wonderful job prolonging the indulgence by switching through positions, kisses, cuddles and fondling. She built Kishen up to his final orgasm and made him cum explosively at her. But alas! There wasn’t much ‘substance’ so to speak. Kishen looked embarrassed. “No need to be embarrassed. Stop masturbating too much. Besides, sex is almost always worth the wait,” said Neetu. She scooped his cum off her face with her fingers and licked them clean. They lay in bed post a wonderful session. Neetu told Kishen that she intended to have sex with him for a long time and that being able to take his virginity was like a jackpot win. “Why so?” he asked. “Just like that. I have known you through childhood and adolescence. I don’t know if you remember the day we showed each other our privates and began feeling them before Manoj sir caught us and scolded.” she asked. “Yes, I do remember it vividly. Wait till the old man finds out we fucked,” Kishen laughed. Neetu laughed along. “When was your first time? If you don’t mind me asking,” asked Kishen, kissing her cheeks. “Of course, I don’t mind. But I’d like to reveal that some other time.” Kishen and Neetu went on to have a ‘fun’ bath and lunch together before he got ready to leave. “When can we meet next?” Kishen asked Neetu, standing outside the door to her flat. “I don’t know, I will leave tomorrow afternoon, and you shouldn’t do back-to-back bunking. Besides, you can’t get sex every time and anytime you want it, even if you plan it. Given your age and raging hormones, you may think life revolves around it. But it isn’t. It’s just the way it is. But it is almost always worth the wait,” explained Neetu. Kishen couldn’t agree more with her. It had already been four weeks since he last saw their parents fuck. He remembered how even Tariq got just about a dozen sessions with Raj uncle and Hema aunty, despite being sexually involved with them for over 8 months. But Kishen knew he could expect something between his parents and Neetu’s coming Saturday. “I get it. But if I come for a blowjob in the morning, can I get one? We have to take advantage of Usha aunty not being here,” Kishen asked. “I can’t say now. If I am not in the mood or busy with the baby, I won’t,” Neetu replied frankly. “Don’t share this with anyone unless you trust them with your life. Be sure that they can’t affect you or me in any way. I hope you understand the risk of what we did. Also, please don’t try to fall in love with me and shit. I am a happily married wife and mother who loves everything I’ve got. Besides, I am about 5 years older than you,” she warned. Kishen nodded reassuringly and walked back smiling. Little did Neetu and Kishen know that Manoj sir, whose flat is opposite Neetu’s, was watching and listening to them through his door’s peephole. “Tariq sure won’t tell this to anyone. After all, he confided in me his biggest secret,” Kishen thought to himself as he walked to his flat.   “If you trust Kishen enough, bring him over someday. It has been long since three men pounded me,” said Hema. “Wow, now that just got me aroused again, Hema aunty. Can I pound you once more before we call it a day?” asked Tariq. “Make it quick. Deepak will be here soon,” Hema responded, springing into action. Tariq’s and his beloved Hema aunty’s eyes locked in, and he began thrusting her in a missionary position. Just then, Deepak sprung the door open. To be continued. Hope you enjoyed this part. The rest of it will soon follow. Please send me your valuable feedback and suggestions at [email protected]. It keeps me motivated to write.