MY FRIEND ARUNA II By ALISHA
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My married life went on like that of an average Indian woman. I catered to all needs of my husband. On the very first night I understood that he was not much a sexual performer. When he made me nude I shut my eyes. He looked much older without his makeup. There were gray hair near his ears and he smelled of dye. He was a diabetic by ancestry. The diabetic patients have bad breath. When he tried to kiss me I felt to vomit. When he saw me naked, saliva was oozing out of his mouth. He looked at me like a boy who saw cakes on a display board. He jumped on me and started kissing me. I shut my eyes in disgust. I did not want to humiliate him. Surprisingly when I shut my eyes I was seeing face of my friend Aruna. I remembered the moments we shared. I imagined it was she who was forcing me down to the green grass bed near our pond and she was kissing me for the first time. Her lips were so soft. Her breath was so clean and warm. The way she lingered my lips with her small lips was entirely different. She moved over me in a sensual way. Each touch of hers was like applying a high voltage wire to my body. She could make any tiny hair on my body stand up by a single kiss. My husband smelled of beer and onion most of the time. He used it to cover his bad breath. I moved my fingers on my husbands back who was trying to penetrate me. His back was like a rock no softness. Aruna's back was so smooth and soft. When my fingers traveled on her back on passion and gratitude when she had been taking to seventh heaven, I felt like I was touching cream. Then my thoughts were disrupted. My husband collapsed to my side. I touched my thighs and felt some sticky fluid spread all over my thighs. I guessed that he had premature ejaculation, which our sexology professor elaborated in each of his classes. He had elaborated the techniques called squeezing to curb it. But I feared to suggest it to him as I thought it would bruise his egos.
My husband performed in the same fashion for the rest of the days. He was more interested to see my nudity than actually fuck me. He would ask me to remove my dresses one by one slowly. He would sit before me stroking his penis. When he felt he is going to spent he would come to me and take me to bed in his arms and within a few minutes he would deposit his white fluid into me and partly on my thighs. I never got pregnant. Soon I became accustomed to the life and started concentrating more on my profession and higher studies. I took my M.D and still I worked in government owned badly run hospitals. I loved and cared my patients. I help them deliver healthy babies without any operation. My patients loved me and respected me. My hospital became my world.
One day when I was inspecting the patients a lady with sleeveless blouse and spectacled face and a plump body stormed into my room. I looked at the intruder irritated. But to my surprise, it was my friend Aruna. She had changed from a slim dark skinned girl to plump matured woman. "Oh, Aruna, I could not recognize you. You have changed a lot. What happened to your long hair? Why did you cut it short?", I asked. "Oh, its very difficult to take care of long hair. I got bored oiling washing and putting it again. So I cut it short. Now I like it this way. Okay take a day leave, we have to go to some place. I have a lot to tell you", Aruna said. I took half-day leave and went along with her. She was driving a new nice car.
"Aruna, you have become rich, I hope". I said.
"Yes, Shiela, I have taken job at Bangalore. The city is god, hospital is good and money is good. Why are you suffering in this nasty hospital with all these unclean wretched countrymen? You come with me to city. You can earn money in one month what you earn in an year here."
"But my patients need me, they love me, they respect me", I said.
"Who need love, respect fuck off, if you have money you get respect, love and whatever you want. If one woman is died in delivery the same people will march against you and you may have to screw some politician to escape from court, police and all that. Take my advice, don't spoil your career here."
"Ok, I will think about it, tell me about you. Are you married?", I asked.
"Yes, I married a colleague. He is also a doctor. But now we are divorced" , said Aruna.
"All in a sudden?, tell me about it", I said.
"He was very loving to me in the beginning. Then he started screwing around. He wanted sex everyday, every hour. I could not allow it. I am no whore. I got disgusted with his ways to force me to sex. I don't like carrying his weight always on me. Fucking, fucking, and again fucking!. That is the only thing he is interested in this whole world. He never cared anything about my needs. Oneday I discovered him crewing my nurse in my bed. I caught him red handed . I don't need a cheating husband anymore. I would never allow a person stealing behind my back. So I got a divorce from him ", Aruna said furiously.
We drove to a bungalow near the beach. It was a nice secluded house with a lot of privacy and yet a good view of the beach and it was marvelous. "Is this palatial villa yours?, when did you buy it", I asked. "No dear, I don't have that much money. Perhaps I may buy it one day. This belongs to one of my wealthy patients. He is abroad now. I treated his psoriasis and cured him. He gave me the key when I said I am going on vacation. No servants, remote controlled gates, and surveillance systems. All modern facilities and I am alone for a whole week. Can you fancy such things from any of your patients?", she asked me. She pressed a remote control sitting in the car and the sliding gate moved and when we drove in it was again shut again silently. There was a good garden with a very neatly cut lawn and a small pool with lotus in it. I envy Aruna for having such luxury with paying no money.
"Marvelous, your patient is rich in his taste. Okay how are you going to stay alone here? Why don't you come to my house?", I asked her.
" I am not going to stay alone, I want you to stay with me tonight. I don't want to stay in your small house. I don't want to see your husband's face. All I want is you, isn't that simple".
"Are you crazy, I have to go home. My husband won't like me to spending one night away from home. He can't spend a day in my absence."
"That's the greatest joke I ever heard. Does he fuck you even now? . I know he does not love you Sheila. Your marriage is only a marriage of convenience. He was never interested in you. All he wanted was your money, property and your family name. Anyway you call him and say you are going to stay with me. Tell some lies whatever you like but I am not going to leave you from here."
I was not going to disappoint Aruna. I called my husband and told about Aruna's unexpected visit. Finally I asked his permission to stay with her. My husband was more enthusiastic than me to grant my request. I guessed he might be planning to spend a night at his club with friends and booze.
Aruna took me directly to the bedroom. It resembled a suit in any five star hotels. There were marvelous paintings hung on the walls. The bed was so plush and cozy. When I sit on it I felt I was sitting on a feather cap. Aruna opened a case and took one bottle of expensive wine she had brought. She poured into two tall glasses and offered one to me. My husband used to drink only rum. When I went for parties he offered me vodka or gin. It was he who introduced to drinks. But I avoided drinking and parties because other older men used to invite me to dance with them. My husband was more than willing to give opportunity to others. He was not a jealous husband. I was bored with his magnanimity. I preferred a jealous husband who never allows others to approach his wife even for a casual talk.
I sipped one drink and it was deliciously sweet. It made me mellow. Suddenly I felt like I have become younger and I looked at Aruna. She was looking at me so eagerly. I felt her lips getting dry and she was wetting her lips using her tongue. I felt I am being voyeured by her. She walked around me merrily and then abruptly asked "Shiela, what is the color of panty you are wearing now?". Her question was really embarrassing. How could she ask about a hidden secret of me. In fact I had been using a brick red colour panty for the third day consecutively. It was purchased from a lingerie store newly opened and it was different from the normal ones I used to wear. It had so many frills and there was a soft padding attached which would press our pubic triangle. I do not use a panty for more than one day, but I was reluctant to peel the new red panties away and I knew that it was soiled with my odour and sweat. How did Aruna guess that I was wearing a fashionable panty, I wondered. "Red", I said. "Please let me see it dear, I long for touching one of your panties. It had been a long time," she said. I did not to want to disappoint her. I turned away from her and hiked my sary and underskirts to take my panty out. "No Shiela, why don't you face me?", saying this she pulled the end of my sary. So I faced her and peeled my panty and showed it to her. I was proud that my panty was a fashionable one and she won't nudge me over it. When I handed my red panty to Aruna she eagerly took it to her nose and sniffed it for a long moment. She was sniffing it like she was smoking a marijuana. She then felt the softness of the material and touched it with her tongue and tasted the saltiness of my sweat absorbed. Then she tuned it out from inside and closely examined for the spot where my cunt was meeting the padding material. She seemed foregone in her thoughts for a moment. Her eyes were closed and she was taking it so close to her nose that I thought she wanted to inhale the material through her nose. I was blushed at her behaviour. She acted like an ardent lover of me, who never existed in the world, the prince I dreamt in my adolescence days. The prince who would come riding a horse to take me away to a world of pleasure and love like in the fairy tales I read.
"Shiela, you have not changed. You smell the same. Like a wild garlic flower, the scent, which made me mad whenever, I came near you. You never know how much I adored your scent, the real scent of a celestial woman. You never know how many times I masturbated thinking about hiding my face in your musky pussy. I never had such orgasm from anybody else. Just the scent of you, is enough for me to attain a peak. Oh, Shiela you never know how much I love you." Aruna was in a long soliloquy.
She then removed her sary followed by her underskirt and threw it to a corner. She jumped to the bed and started touching her body using my panties. She moved my panties on her forehead, then to her cheeks, then on her nose, mouth and neck. She opened her blouse and she reached her hand behind her and unhooked her brassiere. She used my soiled panty like a peacock feather on her breasts, cleavage and on her armpits. I looked at her in astonishment. She had no hair on her armpits. It was so smooth and clean as if she never had any hair. There was not even a trace of stubble marks. She then cupped her breasts with one hand while moving her other hand with the panty to her vaginal area. She moved my panty over her black laced panty and after some time she yanked her black panties away. I was for another surprise. She was completely hairless in her pubis too. She had removed even the traces of any hair on her pubis. She was like a ten-year-old girl in the case of her hairiness. I wondered how did she manage to keep her pubis and armpits like an adolescent girl. She looked like a carved statue of Venus in ivory. Her thighs were having muscles like Flow Joe but of creamy white.
"Come on, Sheila, what are you waiting for. Please come my dear, Kiss me, dear Kiss me," Aruna was in a delirium of passion mixed with love and her fantasies. I could not disappoint her. I joined her in bed and kissed her. Her breath was fresh and sweet as it was always. Our lips touched fully and eager mouths tried to capture the other pair of lips. The long sequence of kissing and hugging was continued for a long time. Tears were rolling down my eyes on our reunion. I did not think I loved her that much. When we came to our consciousness it was dark and we had forgotten to switch on any lights. The sun had set long time back. Still there was a reddishness in the sky with lot of clouds. The see breeze was coming through the windows. The architecture of the bung low closely resembled with the sea house in the Julia Robert's film 'Sleeping with the Enemy'. The real beauty of the architecture was it provided almost a secluded beach unknown and unapproachable to others from the land. The only entrance possible to the beach was from the compound contained the bunglow. Aruna switched on the light in the bedroom and wiped my tears away. She kissed me again and moved to open a brief case she had and took out a small jewel box outside.
"Shiela, I have bought a present for you. This gold chain is to wear around your waste. Please take it. You are going to wear this, ONLY THIS", she said with a command rather than a request.
I took the chain in my hand, it was so thin but weighed more. It was so flexible and with a small hanging with a bead at the end. I tried to put it around my waist over my dress but it was not reaching in diameter.
"ONLY THIS, Shiela, you should wear only this chain on you", Aruna was standing close to me. I started to remove my clothes. I opened my blouse and removed it followed by my black brassieres. Then came my sary and lastly my long underskirt was removed. When I was completely nude I felt Aruna kissing on my nape of the neck from behind. I felt a tremor went through my spine. Her naughty hands came by my sides unknowingly and cupped my breasts. It was like two wires of 1000 watt electricity was applied to my nipples. They jutted out in their full form. Her fingers tried to crinkle and pinch my nipple like two nuts. But they were inflated to maximum and they stood hard rock. I felt my love juices running down from my pussy. The tunnel of a dam was being opened. Soon I felt a wetness spreading all over my pubic bush.
She then took me to the next room and opened a side door and pushed me to a secluded lawn between two rooms. She did not stop there. She turned a key somewhere and we were outside the house. She pushed me through an open corridor with narrow walls all covered with plants. We walked through the sand and reached the beach itself. I was afraid. I am now standing ashore with not a stitch of cloth on. It was indeed dark and see breeze was comfortable. But I just could not imagine to stand naked on a public place. I looked around to see any sign of light or person perhaps some lone fisherman on a row boat. There was no sign of any movement. The sea was calm and we were standing facing the sea on the sand. The waves were very weak. They just came to the shore as if unwillingly. I wet my legs into the seawater. I was shoved again to the water and Aruna was hugging me from behind. I could feel her panties touching my naked buttocks. She was kissing me from my back again. Like a skilled lover she moved around me so sensually touching and making accidental contacts with my body. The parts of my body which I thought as least erogenous were madly responding to her touches. I felt that my smooth back had got so many number of hair roots appeared all of a sudden. Aruna simply combed my back using her fingers and created wave pools of ecstasy unknown to me till then.
She yanked her panties away and threw it to the water. She jumped to the sea to take it and swam in the shallow water. There was no danger of drowning as waves were calm and there was enough sand to stand as if in a swimming pool. I too moved forward and swam like a ten year old girl. We swam into the sea for about five meters from the shore. Still we could stand in sand and water level was only about our waistline. Aruna had stopped swimming and came to me. I was standing in the water with slow waves caressing my nude body. The water was getting colder. Aruna came close to me and put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I could not return her look. I felt a shyness in me. Aruna was behaving like a man. Her eyes were piercing into my nudity. She kissed me. I responded. She dived into water and kissed on my pubis. She took my bush hairs between her teeth and her salty tongue entered my vagina.
She tongue fucked me until I could not suffer anymore. I began swimming on my back and Aruna supported me with her hands supporting my back to float around. My pussy was pivoted around her exploring tongue. I floated in the sea and my pussy floated in ecstasy. Then I exploded in the sea water. Aruna got hint that I was spent for a first time. She carried me to the shore. "Lets dig sand and make a castle like kids," Aruna urged me. I felt us very naughty. Two matured women were lying nude on a beach and only some lone stars were looking at us from sky. Our body was coated with sugar like sand. Aruna started digging near the shore with her hands and soon I joined. After about twenty minutes we created a small ditch. She asked me to move into the ditch and sit there. I could sit comfortably in the ditch with my legs crossed. Aruna then covered the ditch with sand and I was buried from navel down in the sand. I tried to jump out but it was bit difficult. "Now you look like a mermaid. Look at your tits they are not sagged. I wonder whether your husband is doing anything there. See how erect they stand. Like when we swam in the ponds. Oh, dear mermaid! let me feel you. Oh!, you are so smooth. Look at your bubbies and these dear nipples. I have to take them in my mouth. Ah! How well they are growing," . Aruna started to shower me with kisses. The portions she kissed on my body were burning with desire. I forgot all about my husband. We were two cave women with all nudity and Aruna was making love to me. She cupped my breasts when I was least expecting and her touches combined with the sand made my areola stretched like an elongated rubber strap. I never thought my nipples could become such big and hard. After showering me with million numbers of kisses she stood over me. Before I could look up what she was into next, I felt a shower falling on my head. It was golden color. Oh!, Aruna was pissing on me. I was showered with her yellow piss and her piss was hot. "I was cleaning you, your husband had polluted you, before I fuck you I want to clean you with my piss". Then she helped me out of the sand ditch and we walked to the house.
When we reached the lawn, she used a hosepipe to clear the sand from our bodies. When all sand was cleared she took me in her hands and took directly to a great Jacuzzi. She switched on the heater and showered me using hot water. Then she applied a good shampoo on my sticky hair due to salt water. "You are marvellous., I also imagine how your pussy looks like when shaved? Why are you keeping such a big bush in your pussy dear?. In Australia, everybody uses Nair Cream to removes hairs. It is just 5 minutes. Razor using is very limited. Those who has allergy for that cream uses the razor. The women have separate razor than men. I don't know what is the difference for these two? Usually we do every alternate days ,so seeing hair on it is impossible. Let me shave them off. I want to see you like a good girl, the girl swam together in our pond". Aruna then took a scissor and cut all my hairs on my pussy. She applied the cream and I felt a faint smell of sulphur and my hairs shrinking. Then she used a soft tissue to rub away the cream along with my hair. She did it twice and cleaned again using hot water. I touched my pussy lips. She had made my pussy bare. There was no stubble. It was as soft as a cute baby. She then shaved my armpits using her lady razor and applied cream there also. After the bath I was completely hairless like a small girl in my pussy and armpits. She then joined me in the Jacuzzi and we soaped each other.
When we dried each other she carried me once again to the bedroom in her hands. I felt like going to be raped by a cave man. She put me slowly in the bed and retired to the next room. She came back with a bottle of French wine and a green salad made of raw fresh vegetables and some bread used for making hamburger. We ate it on the bed and drank wine till the bottle was empty. The wine was a slow catching one. She took the plates and empty bottle and once again retired to the other room. I cleaned my teeth and while doing it I looked at my image in the mirror. Will a 40+ woman look like this? I wondered. I looked at my hairless pussy and I lifted my hands to see my hairless armpits. Then I saw Aruna appearing on the mirror. I looked at her waist. There was a black penis hanging between her legs. It was attached to a belt which she was wearing. She stroked the penis and looked at me. I felt a tremble again. She was now a man with breasts. She forced me to kneel before her and she shoved her penis into my mouth. I sucked it for some time. When she was satisfied, she carried me to the bed and dropped me into the plush bed with a thud. She took some Nivea cream and applied it all over her black dildoe. She then stroked it again and came to my bed. She jumped on me and sat on me. Slowly she parted my legs. She fingered my vagina and when she was satisfied I was sufficiently lubricated she inserted the head of her dildo into me. Slowly it accommodated fully in my pussy. She the started moving up and down on me. She then took a rhythm and began to fuck me slow strokes. Then she hiked the speed and finally she began mercilessly fucking me. I never thought my cunt was able to take such a big penis without hurt. It was burning all my vaginal walls, but the burn was pleasure too. Her hairless pussy mound hit on my clean shaved mound. Then only I understood that she had shoved all of her penis into me! My husband could never do such a thing to me. He was always 'Gone in 60 seconds' when we mated. Aruna was madly fucking me with tuning me to a side and she was lying close to me from behind. I attained so many climaxes in a single night. She tried to fuck in my ass too. But I felt it was so painful and she got the message and threw her dildo away. We lay there cuddling each other. Soon we slept hugging each other. Even in the deep sleep she was calling me pet names and her hands never missed my boobs for an instant in that night.
(To be concluded in next part).