Song On My Lips -2

Anju replied boldly- Yaar, even my husband fucks me gently, if we rub a little and fuck deep inside, and if there is a threesome or group sex then it will be fun.

I want men to keep fucking me with their big dicks for hours, until I get tired and fall down.

I said- ok rani, I will fuck you like this only.

Previous Part Song On My Lips -1

While writing this, I asked for a picture of her pussy and breasts. But she did not give the picture of her pussy or boobs.

You people know that girls are scared to give the picture of their pussy or boobs, as if their pussy is known to people of the whole world.

Then when I thought of writing her story, then I was not able to get in the mood for the story, this was happening because I did not know much about her.

To write the story well, I asked Anju ji some more things, like… what will be your name in the story, when did you break your seal, how does your husband have sex, what do you like to do in sex, whom did you have sex with before marriage… and whether you had sex or not, etc. etc.

She got irritated by my repeated questions and she messaged that she does not want to tell me anything and you should not write my story.

I realized that it is not right to say more now, then I explained to her by sending a message – ok dear… don’t tell me anything, I will write the story.

But if you want to read a fictional story… then there are thousands of good stories on Antarvasna.

But if you want me to write your true story, then for that it is necessary for me to know something about you.

There was no immediate reply to this, but after a while I got a reply that write my name Geet in the story, I am married, sex life with husband is good, but he stays outside, so we rarely have sex.

Age is 28, my size is 32-28-34. Then he wrote in the end that friend, please do a threesome in the story.

I felt good that he understood my words and told me so many things about himself and the name he suggested for the story made my heart flutter.

I don't know why he asked me to keep his name Geet in the story, but as soon as this name came on my tongue, my heart started humming.

Geet…Geet…Geet…Oh my Geet…I love you Geet…I miss you so much Geet…such words flooded my mind…and I told all this to him by messaging.

Now since the talk of writing the story had happened, our conversation had increased. I had started writing the story, but was unable to write anything beyond the introduction.

Now I started calling Anju by the name of Geet, now my madness was increasing, so one day I messaged Geet that what are you doing dear… come a little closer, I am missing you a lot.

Contrary to my expectation, the reply came immediately that I am right there with you.

So I tried to take the conversation forward and turn it towards sex chat. She also supported me to some extent.

But suddenly she stopped and said to me- Yaar listen na… forgive me, I am not in the mood for sex right now. Will you do me a favor?

I said politely- it's okay darling… I am not in the mood right now, so we will do it some other time. Now tell me what work do you have?

So she said- Yaar, write a poem for me na!

Along with writing this message, she also sent me the entire theme for the poem. In the theme, she had written about her life with her boyfriend.

After reading all that, I said – Friend, I will write a poem, but where is my reward?

For the first time, she sent a picture of her full face, which I saw and I could not stop looking at it… and she also wrote that don’t tell these things to anyone.

You write two poems. One of them is such that after reading it tears come out of the eyes… and the other one is such that the pussy will flow juices.

If you write a good poem, you will get a better gift than this in the end.

I also happily said yes and promised to write a good poem. I wrote the poem a little late, but before that I got lost in her picture and her name.

First of all, my eyes stopped in her eyes… just like her name, the same aura was visible in her face… ahhh… she had just settled in my heart.

Music in Geet’s eyes. I wish I was her friend..

If I get her,

Then I will conquer this world…

There is music in Geet’s eyes…

I wish I was her friend..

I am her lover, her admirer,

My dear Soni Kudi Geet.

With just one gesture,

I can break all the norms of this world.

There is music in Geet’s eyes..

I wish I was her friend..

I don’t know how many more such thoughts, shayari and dreams started flowing in my mind.

She had applied kaajal in her eyes and her position in the picture was such that it seemed as if she was looking at me, her big bright eyes were spreading their charm in the garden.

Yes, I forgot to tell you one more thing, she had not even got her eyebrows done. Perhaps she knows very well that her beauty is not dependent on any cosmetic or any other remedy.

She does use some cosmetics, but she avoids too much makeup, because for meri Geet, her simplicity is her makeup.

When an artist creates a very beautiful statue or painting from his imagination, then an image of such an Apsara must be imprinted in his imagination.

My Geet was being made more beautiful by her moon-like Bindi. She had put a round normal size Bindi, which was making her face even more attractive.

Then my eyes reached her Sharbati lips. I swear, my friend, seeing her rose petal like lips, I also licked my lips.

I turned her away.

I felt like kissing the lips of my Geet seen in that picture… kissing them… kissing them in such a way that I don’t know how to describe how to kiss them!

I am a writer, yet I don’t have words to describe this. Yes, I have felt the lips of many girls in my life, but the feeling I felt this time is truly indescribable.

Her red cheeks… could attract anyone in a moment, looking at her I felt that if a poor man sees such a girl alone somewhere, he will definitely take a chance, in such a case it would be wrong to blame him. When someone’s style is so killer, then what can anyone do.

Her complexion was such that there was no difference between her and milk.

In the case of complexion, it can be said that this could be the magic of the picture or the camera, but I had not seen her face.

Till now I had seen ten to twelve photographs of her, on that basis I can say that my Geet is a very fair and sparkling clear skinned girl.

You people must have noticed one thing that I have described Geet as married, yet I am calling her a girl every time.

The reason for this is that anyone looking at her would say that she is a playful girl of 20-21 years.

She had doe eyes, but the slight depth in the middle of her chin… her peacock-like graceful neck and beautiful silky hair were making that Apsara even more wonderful.

The locks falling on her face looked as if they were eager to give music on the musical instrument for my Geet.

Now how long could my dishonest mind control itself, so it also wanted to find something of its own interest.

Now my attention went to my Geet's breasts and I looked at that place with great respect, because it is such a part of a woman which gives a feeling of pride, arrogance, beauty, maturity, creativity, sensuality, motherhood, shapeliness.

In fact, it is because of these reasons that the breasts are the main focus or center of attraction of people among all the parts of a woman. And my Geet's breasts were something else altogether.

All the things that I have written above were present in my Geet's raised breasts, I felt its complete roundness, the mere feeling of its imaginary touch thrilled me from within, my penis hissed expressing its desire to take a stroll in her beautiful valley, and my lips and fingers started throbbing thinking about her attractive nipples.

When my eyes reached her waist ready to bend, passing through her beautiful flat stomach sunken inwards, then my mind could not stop itself from sighing once again. There was a curve in every part of Geet, the queen of a well-shaped body and a beautiful mind, she started to spread the magic of her beauty. If someone sees her in such a killer form in front of him, I swear, his penis will ejaculate at the same time, just like mine did.

I had guessed the whole body of Geet from that one picture. Now just think what will happen when we meet.

Then I kissed my mobile and felt the presence of my sweetheart. I remained lost in those feelings and wrote a poem on the basis of the theme told by her.

I sent the first poem about sadness, on which she got a very good response.

Then she said that now quickly send me a poem that will make me hot. I am waiting for that the most.

I said- yes dear… I am engaged in that work.

Then after a little effort, I wrote and sent a very good poem that will fill the heart with sensuality.

This time too Geet liked my poem a lot, but she said that the poem is very good, but it did not have my theme.

I promised to write it again. On this she told me the theme… i.e. her story in more detail.

Then I worked harder and wrote a very hot poem… and this time my Geet was also very happy. In return for that happiness, I got my reward in the form of a very good pic of my Geet. I thanked her a lot and got lost in this second pic as well, just like the first pic.

In this pic of Geet, her bra strap was slightly visible, so the penis saluted with more **** and at night I fucked my wife hard, remembering my Geet.

Then the next day I told this to my Geet. She also felt good to hear this. Then in the course of conversation I told her that friend, when you have already told me so much about yourself, then tell me everything openly, then the story will be fun.

I don't know what she thought, but the reply came that okay...now whenever we talk at night, I will tell you everything. Then you can write the story.

I was happy with my success and started waiting for the next day's night.

Around 10 pm, her message came- Hi what are you doing?

I replied- I am waiting for you, you were going to tell me something today right!

Then her message came that ok yes... so tell me from where should I start?

I also wrote that tell me from wherever you want.

Then she started telling:

Today I may live in Delhi, but my maternal home is in another big city. Ok, let me tell you everything from the beginning. I am a girl from a family.

There has been no dearth of wealth and respect since childhood, in the family, apart from mom and dad, there is an elder brother and many close relatives, with whom we have a cordial relationship.

Being the youngest in the house, everyone pampered me a lot since the beginning. My every wish was fulfilled even before I asked for it, that is why my nature also became fickle.

I was admitted in the biggest and most famous girls school of the city. There I made very good friends, like everyone else. I was good in studies too, now days were passing by having fun. There were many temples and gardens around our school.

There was Shiva temple, Hanuman temple, Maa Durga temple and many social buildings too. I am telling all this because when I grew up enough to roam around, I used to go to these places with my friends often.

All the temples are grand and attractive, there is a provision for sitting around, security arrangements are also strong.

We did not even realize when our time passed under the trees laden with flowers and fruits.

At that time, I had reached the higher class, my special friends could be counted on fingers.

There were only three friends of mine, with whom I had a heart connection… and it is difficult to tell how many such laughing and talking friends there must have been.

But with increasing age, restrictions also start increasing on girls from influential families. I was the pride of my family, so they started stopping me from these classes itself.

That is why I could call my friends to my house only on special occasions.

Some of them were afraid of me going astray and because of that they were worried about their respect and some of them were afraid of my beauty and the crimes happening in the world.

Since I have been very beautiful since childhood, some people used to call me Pari after seeing my beauty.

But with increasing age I started feeling that people praise me falsely, or relatives call me Pari out of affection.

I used to think so because when I used to look at my friends, I used to feel that my body was weak. Among my three friends, Meeta was a thin, slim and tall girl like me, the difference between her and me was that I was more fair and she was a little less than me, but in terms of facial structure and beauty, both of us were no less than each other.

My second friend Parmeet, who we all used to get jealous of sometimes, was of the same height as me, but her breasts were more prominent than ours. She was also beautiful and every part of her body was full.

Seeing her round and healthy body, it felt even worse to compare myself with her. My third friend was even more amazing, she was ahead in beauty, ahead in studies and was also ahead in physique.

Her name was Menaka, but we all used to call her Manu. Her height was a little less than ours, but her breasts, plump calves, fleshy body, puffed cheeks… everything about her was quite attractive.

That is why whenever boys used to tease her, Manu was their first victim.

There was a boys' hostel at a short distance behind our school and a boys' school at a short distance from it, so we used to encounter boys occasionally at all the places where we used to roam.

Some boys used to talk to us by making excuses and some naughty boys used to tease us from a distance. Looking at them, it seemed that they were older than us.

Well… even if they were of our age, our behaviour would have been the same as it was with them, rude and mindful of business.

We had to face such teasing less often because girls older than us, who were from our school, were teased more.

Some of those girls had now come in contact with some boys… and sometimes such boys and girls were also seen sitting together.

Looking at them, we friends used to talk among ourselves that look how this girl has gone astray. But sometimes we also used to joke that look how the girl is having fun.

Well, at that time we did not know much about any such subject… or say that it was the stage of age to learn.

We started getting interested in these subjects after the onset of menstruation. Parmeet was the first person to know about her periods.

This happened when we had given our class's half-yearly examination. Immediately after that, Parmeet did not come to school for three days. We all came to know that she was unwell.

We were worried about her. But when Parmeet, who had a full and sexy body, came to school, her face did not indicate that she was unwell. Rather, she had become even more radiant.

We all said to her - Wow, you have started taking leave on the pretext of being unwell.

She gestured us to keep our mouths shut and said - Shhhh... be quiet for now... we will go to the coffee shop after school, I will tell you everything properly there.

Till now, we all used to come to school by school bus, but after this, we started coming to school by our own lady cycles, so we used to take out some time for roaming around or for a tea-coffee party.

The roads passed from two directions of our school. The road next to it was a little less wide, but there was a highway in front, after crossing which there was a commercial zone.

Due to the fear of fast moving vehicles on the highway, we could go there only by making an excuse of some work. Where we could get all the small and big things of need like tea coffee canteen, book stall, stationery shop, juice corner, daily needs and cyber cafe only after crossing the highway. For all the nearby school college and hostel boys and girls that zone had become a center of attraction and fun apart from a means to fulfill their needs.

Whether it was someone's birthday party, or the joy of a good result… or the meeting of boys and girls who had tasted the fun of youth… everyone liked that zone very much.

Parmeet also took us there after the holidays, we used to go there anyway. But we were rarely able to go there.

After going there, the four of us sat in the canteen. There Some boys were having a birthday party. Parmeet was not feeling free to tell anything amidst all the noise.

I don't know what was the matter for which she was so scared. We decided that after leaving from here, we will all sit and talk in a small garden on the way. We just left after drinking tea there.

We proceeded towards our homes and stopped in the garden on the way. We all were curious about what Parmeet would tell us.

We all sat together on the soft grass and even in that deserted place, we brought our heads closer as if we were discussing something secret.

Now I could not hold myself, so I said- tell me quickly bitch… how much more will you make me suffer.

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Then Parmeet said- I am bleeding from below.

Meeta said- from below… I mean from where? Then Parmeet pointed towards her pussy and the color of all our faces changed.