Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 03

'That's a father's heart, child. What can one say?'

'How is Reema aunty?'

'She is how a wife should be. Fussy as hell. The only sweetness in her is her diabetes.'

Sukanya scowled at his joke. 'You are so bad, Jai sir. She is the best lady.'

He nodded, smiling.

He said as they arrived at the parking lawn, where he parked his scooter, 'want me to drop you at your home, dear.' Sukanya went back home either by auto or by bus.

'No sir, I will catch the bus.'

'Alright, dear.'

She looked at the shopping mall opposite her office and was reminded of the ear rings, her daughter had asked her to get for her. She had been forgetting it daily and now she felt her daughter may get surprised by her sudden satisfying of her wish. She entered the shopping mall and went to the jewelry section.

She started looking at the fancy specimens of collection. A set of ear rings were large circles. She smiled to herself as she recalled the time she and Ranjith were watching telly in the hotel room after one of their hot romps in bed. The actress had worn the similar set and Ranjith playing with her nipples and biting her earlobes, mentioned he would love to see her in that jewelry and nothing more.

Just the thought of her lover perked up her nipples and clenched her pussy in sweet memory. She couldn't help but feel excited at her hunk of a lover. It had been one month since she had been to the hotel and the memories of the sessions left her hot and bothered. The frustrated housewife masturbated alone a lot of times. Earlier, she used to look down upon self stimulation. But these days, she couldn't help herself. Though she felt guilty, she did what she should.

Many a time, she thought of calling him and speaking with him. But her propriety made her halt. Along with that, her husband was the best man in her life. He treated her like a queen and that didn't change even now. He showered all the love she could even bear. She sometimes felt guilty at the affair, but she also knew that she couldn't help it. Her pussy's cravings had been out of order these days. They were like a fountain of explosions, she just craved to have.

She was going through the collection of the trinkets, when she was approached by the sales boy. He asked her politely, 'what do you want ma'm?'

Sukanya smiled at him and asked, 'I am looking for a pair of ear rings for my daughter.'

The fellow got flustered with her warm smile. She was a peach to look at. He had been badgering since morning around the shop with unruly customers, who either made a ridicule of the product or made a mockery of manners by not even looking at him in the eye. He was getting accustomed to the indifferent treatment of the people. He had recently been employed and in the first two months with his young male hormones boiling in his eyes, he was let down and frustrated by the crowd's treatment. But he was slowly getting acclimatized for airy environs.

And now this lady, not less than an angel from heaven, spoke to him with such a respect in her voice.

He grinned from ear to ear, 'oh, i have just the thing, ma'm. Look at these, new in the market, teenagers are going ga-ga over it.'

Sukanya took the silvery circles of ornaments and perused them in her hands.

The boy wasn't able to help himself from noticing the beauty of this lady. She had the figure of a seasoned pornstar with measurements, which could strangle any man to death.

Her heaving bust made him stir in his pants. Her ass had such a classy base. Her wonderful thick hair and innocent eyes made him mad with desire.

Sukanya, though, was looking at the ornaments, knew that the boy's eyes were dancing over her figure. She noticed how his gaze was lingering on that tiny cleavage of her rack. She didn't want to encourage the fellow. He was a tall, thin, gangly sort of boy with good manners. Though his frame was thin, he had broad shoulders and a baritone voice.

And then she noticed the protrusion in his pants. She suddenly turned her back to him with shame. She felt bad. But was she feeling bad for the boy or for herself. The image made her think on two lines. Was she feeling bad for him because he was embarrassed that she noticed or was she feeling bad for him because he was not able to help himself? And then there was another thing. Was she feeling bad for his plight or because she too had a momentary thought of imagining that cock naked? He was long, so the cock too must be long and the protrusion must be giving her some idea regarding the girth.

What was she thinking? She chided herself for being so coarse in her thoughts. What had happened to her? Her hormones were probably raging in her. The image of Ranjith's cock played in her mind. Her breasts were suddenly cinched with excitement at the very thought of her lover. Her nipples tingled and somewhere in her petticoat she became moist. She bit her lower lip in excitement.

The sales boy looked at her as she bit her lower lip and the world stopped for him. She looked erotic in that moment. She had a lost glaze in her eyes, as though someone had touched her clit. He couldn't help but get aroused by that sight. But it was only for a moment. In the next moment, she was back on earth with her eyes looking back into his asking him about the price of the earrings.

The boy could only answer perfunctorily. He wanted to kiss those heavenly lips, ravage that ripe body, and pound that wonderful figure. But he could only look. She was someone other's, some lucky bald bastard's wife.

Sukanya looked at the helplessness in the boy's eyes. She understood the trance he was in. She deviated him by asking him about the prices.

She tried on a pair on her, just by putting them beside her ears. The way she stood made her breasts jut out, which made him horny.

Though she didn't ask his opinion, he said, 'they look good on you, ma'm'

She blushed on hearing the boy. He was some other strange male commenting on her beauty. And the boy was honest too. She was a housewife and the ear ring was more in the bracket of young teenage girls. Imagining the housewife in pigtails like a teenager in skirt made his boner rather hard and painful.

'They are not for me. I am looking one for my daughter.'

'Sorry, ma'm. Excuse me if I sounded impertinent. But I was honest in my opinion.'

She smiled at him. She couldn't help but admire the candid truth of the boy. She didn't want to make the boy sad. So, she asked him for his opinion of other turquoise danglers. He was uplifted by her query.

Every time she put them beside her ear and he gave his honest opinion regarding all her queries. Sukanya enjoyed this little session of bantering.

'You look splendid in this silver danglers, ma'm. They compliment your perfect beauty.'

Sukanya noticed how he was being more frontal with his comments. He was commenting on her beauty without any bars. Though she felt he was taking too leeway, she allowed him as she didn't want to dampen his atmosphere.

He noticed how his eyes were getting more confident as he looked at her from top to bottom without any inhibitions. When he stared into her eyes, he looked at her with some amount of male flirtation, which she secretly liked. He was more open with his looks on her bust and her ass. He looked at her navel when she lifted her hands to see how the ornaments were to her ears.

When the session was completed, Sukanya bought four pairs of rings, three for her daughter and one for herself. The boy was also happy with the purchase.

'It was such a pleasure meeting you, ma'm. Hope you will come back to the shop for more.'

'I might.'

'I can also show you some saris, if you like, ma'm.'

'No, no. I must get going. Anyway, thanks for all the help.'

'It was just my pleasure, ma'm.'

As Sukanya walked away from him, he looked at her wonderful ass, shimmying out of his range. He so much wanted to hug her from back. She was a ripe mare, only there to be harnessed and ridden.

Though Sukanya looked calm and composed, she was excited by the way a young boy had shown interest in her. She took it as compliment, but more than that she took it as stimulation to her ego and her libido. The images of Ranjith and his implement were playing on her mind and she started becoming flustered by the second. She wanted to get back to her home and suppress her desires. Only a cold shower would cure her of her excitement.

It was weeks after their first encounter. Lavi and Ravi continued to meet at Jithu's flat. Their romps have continued in the same fashion. They reined themselves only for some tit massaging and smooches. Ravi didn't pressure her for anything more than that. But he demanded her to be available more to him, probably more than twice a week, which never happened.

Lavi noticed how Ravi was becoming more possessive of her and detesting if she did anything without consenting him. He felt bad when she wore a sleeveless t shirt. He disliked when she didn't call him on certain days. He didn't like it when she went out with her friends without telling him.

Sometimes she felt as if she was dating a child. He was fussy and was becoming fussier. But the most vital thing which irked him the most was any other man's attention on her or her opinion on other men. It needn't be personal or sexual. Anything just irked him.

She had worn a yellow tight salwar to her college on that day and her wonderful proportions complimented the dress so much that a few guys even whistled when she waited at the bus stop. He whisked her away in such a hurry to sample the goodies.

As soon as they entered Jithu's apartment, both of them kissed with their youthful vitality. He sat in a chair and made her sit on his lap as he pressed her boobs over her clothes, as Lavi moaned.

'Shouldn't we talk something before?'

'We can while we carry on.' He kissed behind her neck, which was a very weak spot for Lavi.

She scoured for something to talk. 'You know Jatin sir, our senior.'

Jithu's hair on the neck was pricked up. Just the mention of another male name did it for him.

He looked into her eyes and asked, 'what about him and who is he?'

'Didn't I tell about him? He is our senior. He is Padmini's cousin and is one of the best chess players in the city. He met us, me and Rithika and invited us to the tournament next Sunday. I mean as spectators.'

'Why would he do that?'

'He is a friend.' And as soon as she said that, she bit her lip. Ravi's eyes already were carrying a different meaning. She didn't want to further ruffle his heckles.

He withdrew his hands from her breasts and placed them on her hips as she slid into his lap insistently to make up for her slip.

'You should go then, shouldn't you? Probably you find me boring. Jatin would be a good distraction, and by the way he is also a close friend.'

She turned towards him and garlanded his neck with her arms. 'I am sorry, I didn't mean in that way.'

'No, I am sorry; I brought you here without your interest.'

'Please, Ravi, I am sorry.'

He looked at her making up his mind. He knew that she didn't mean in any bad way.

She looked into his eyes, mischievously and took her hand into her kameez and unhooked her bra, which he easily made out with her hand movements. Looking into his eyes, she extracted her bra from the underside of the kameez. He could look at the protuberances her nipples had made on the soft cloth of her dress.

'Do you accept my sorry?' she asked looking lovingly with her innocent, beautiful eyes.

'Should I?'

'Yes, please.'

'I don't think so.'

She took his hand and took it from the underside of her kameez on to her soft boob. She made sure that his hand touched her feathery and sensitive nipple as she fluttered her eyes and moaned.

'Please, think it over. Excuse me, Ravi.'

'Why should I?'

'Because if you would, you could pinch my nipple.' She said seductively as she pecked him on the lips.

He smiled and said, 'that I would do irrespective of what happens.'

He pinched her pinkish nipples with his rough fingers as she moaned with a lusty cry.

'How is that darling?' he asked her as he saw her fluttering eyes with pain and excitement.

'It is ... good in a way.'

'Oh, you are enjoying this, when you shouldn't.'

He took her to the bed and took off her kameez as he saw her wonderful figure, half naked.

He pulled the drawstring on her salwar as she protested with her stopping hand. He pinched one of her nipples, while he bit the other as he said, 'today, I will see you nude in the whole.'

He had been demanding her to shed all her clothes to look at her whole naked figure. But she didn't as she thought he may get carried on. Her virginity was the most precious of wealth she and her family possessed. She didn't want to squander it with risk.

'No, Ravi, it's better not to.'

'Why not? I am your lover.' He asked with anger on his face.

'That's true, but please, I don't want to do it.'

He cajoled her. 'I promise you baby, I will only look. Nothing more.'

She shook her head, 'I am afraid it won't stop at that.'

'Trust me, babe.'

He kissed her as she kissed him back. Her tongue had a special liking to her lover's and when it touched while they kissed, she felt like she was falling off from a dropping giant wheel.

'I love you, Ravi.'

'I love you, too, babe.'

He slowly divested her of her salwar as he looked at her figure now clad only in her underwear. Her narrow waist with such a wide basin of womanhood made him almost lose his control. She lay on the bed as he slowly pulled off her panties.

The first image of her naked was something, he would never forget in his life. This was a beautiful girl, one of the best, he had ever seen. His friends, almost half of them had crushes on her. Lavi, the modest girl, who never behaved badly and who had an impeccable character was naked on the bed before him. As he looked at the gash of her sex, his pecker stood up straining against his trousers. He took out his cock and started jacking it as kissed her navel to his heart's content. Lavi moaned with pleasure as his tongue played with her belly button.

She already started having many mini-orgasms. Ravi started to excite her further with his hands. The pubic hair was cleanly cut with such a clean precision. She looked so manicured and orderly even down there.

'You are very beautiful, Lavi.'

Ravi's kisses slowly started southwards. He reached at her pubis and started giving tiny fluttery kisses at her vortex.

He took her hand and made her take his cock. It was the first time, that she touched his naked implement. It was long, maybe, six inches and was hard as steel. She gulped as she felt dread that some time in the future it is going to breach her walls and churn her insides. He made her jack his cock for some time. It was what he wanted and what she thought she should do by instinct. He loved the feeling of her soft hand on his cock and he moaned looking at her sensitive face with very delicate features. Those features had the dancing emotions of her oncoming release. He pictured her taking his cock into her mouth. The innocent Lavi blowing him. The picture itself was enough for him. As she felt his hands and his kisses on her navel area, she couldn't control herself.

'Please, stop, Ravi,' her seductive moans were carrying her genuine pleas to preserve her womanhood. There was a continuous flurry of orgasms flowing in her core and she could do nothing to stop them.

She jerked when she felt his kiss on her vulval lips. She almost writhed with seizure at his lips pressing on hers, but nether ones. He noticed her cute pussy with slight moisture along the crease of it. He couldn't help but touch her cunt lips.

Lavi stopped his hands as she pushed them away.

'No, Ravi, please. We shouldn't probably.'

Ravi came to her side and kissed as he said, 'believe me, baby, I am not going to. I promise.'

He looked at her whole figure and he shook with a new wave of excitement as his cock stood up proudly again rubbing her hips. Lavi could only moan. He looked at her cunt, which was seeping a light hint of moisture. He applied his finger along her slit for which she jerked and moaned lustily.

He separated her pussy lips and was treated to her secret soldier standing there in attention, a small, tiny clit. He touched it delicately but it was just like a switch had been turned on in Lavi as she jerked to a roaring orgasm, which she couldn't compare with others. It nearly wrenched her to her core as she hugged him and sobbed with pain and happiness.

She took his hand and applied along her vulva as he rubbed his cock along her hips, slowly pushing onto her. But he knew that he couldn't do it. Not without her permission. Both of them kissed hard as she murmured, 'I love you, I love you, so much.'

'Love you, too, babe.'

She rode her orgasm for nearly ten minutes as he watched the most delicate, feminine creature of his life undulating sensuously in his arms. It was enough for his life. It was one of the best spectacles he had ever seen. Along with that, her moans were very special to hear too. He was not sure who was falling deep into their passion and in other's hold.

He has noted that in the last one month nothing occupied his thoughts other than Lavi. He had dreams daily of her. He was already having fear of losing her, which he didn't want to at any cost. But she was so innocent. She could be swayed by anyone. Would she? The thought made him angry and afraid.

He didn't like other girls too. He compared them with her and they just paled in comparison. If this continued, it would be horrible for him. He had to wait another four years, before he could marry her. He had to get a job soon after his studies. He had already planned to study further which would take another three to four years. Would everything pan out as he hoped? He kissed her as he felt he would lose her.

As she lay hugging him, Lavi could feel her love deepening. Every physical intimacy was just taking the matters further. She had this sweetest feeling on the earth. She cared for Ravi so much. She didn't want him frustrated as he was getting with her these days. The way her body was responding to his touches was something she found bewitching. She sympathized with his feeling to meet her very often as it looked harder for him.

But she understood by the day's session that if they continue their tryst, her virginity would be thing of the past. She had to reduce their meetings, she felt. But would he listen. She made up her mind that she would be restricting her meetings with him. She hugged him back.

'What are you thinking?' he asked her.

'Nothing, I think I am falling deep for you.'

He smiled at her admission. 'Is it wrong?'

'No, oucchhh...' she cried as he already started playing with her nipples.

'Are we hurrying at this?'

'I don't think so.' He pressed her boobs as she offered them for his pleasure as she closed her eyes with the touch of his tongue on her pink teats.

'Thank you, Ravi.'

'What for?' he looked into her eyes as she smiled at him.

'For the feeling that occurred when you did that to me.'

He smiled mischievously, 'for the orgasm?'

She felt excited just by hearing the word. 'Yeah for that. Thanks for it. It was really wonderful.'

'Don't worry, lady. You are going to get many of it.'

As Ravi bent his neck to carry on sucking her nipples, she ran her hands in his hair and thought, 'I am afraid I don't think so, baby.'

After dinner that night, Sukanya displayed her buy to her daughter. Lavi squealed with delight.

'Which one is mine, mum?' she asked with excitement. Ramesh smiled at the happiness in her daughter's eyes. She was such a lovely and beautiful girl. He was very proud of her.

Sukanya too gleamed happily at her daughter's joy. Her daughter probably thought only one set belonged to her or at the most two. She was going to get a surprise. Sure, they were not worth exorbitant price, but they were expensive.