My Mouth Job to a Lady Forest Officer Part 3

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Three different-aged girls conceal my erotic sexuality. They are stories to thrill. You dearest readers! I proudly introduce my female sex masters as:

Kamini: Aged between 50 and 60. My sex and stories human reference book. She is from a remote Adhivasis clan. My mother’s decades-old friend. Both are lesbians and still active. Kamini’s body is made for sex and lust. With sheer pleasure guaranteed. She is trained to yield divine spiritual sex. Kamini is an oracle woman with unlimited knowledge.

Chanda: Aged twenty-two. Kamini’s granddaughter. Chanda is young and a rich heiress to her late British doctor father from London. Naughty like her late hunter mother. My teacher at college. And a dirty sex specialist. Still pure! Chanda hosts flashy Western skin color with jaw-dropping fleshy private parts.

Bhavani (Forest office apprentice for now): Aged twenty-three. Firstborn to Kamini’s hunter daughter in the missionary hospital where my mother works. My story’s role model.

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Bhavani’s tall height is from Kamini’s tall British boss and doctor son-in-law. Rest is all from her hunter mother. Bold! Bhavani’s wronged marriage and fake parents make Bhavani submit her cherry to me.

Bhavani prides herself on a square face and long dark hair, tied tight. Her face has stern hunter eyes with a long nose, delightfully above her luscious, wide lips. They are perfectly chiseled to fit her bold face. Bhavani mostly wears a cloth piece or mask covering her wide, delicious lips.

My mother, who works in a missionary hospital, always made sure Bhavani’s luscious lips were covered with operating theater masks. She feared men’s evil eyes on young Bhavani and her gorgeous adulthood. It became permanently habitual. Bhavani had a tough time during police training with seniors but God saved her somehow.

Professionally, Bhavani didn’t have any privacy either; and shockingly, to use the toilet every day, she’d go to Chanda’s farmhouse, a detour or hop to her office, for the bathroom. Bhavani’s sexy grace attracted hordes of male human hounds.

Bhavani had gotten the most gifted part from Kamini’s ancestors. Her birthmark depicted a long dagger on her right upper thigh, a few inches to the right side of her pussy lips and vulva. The Holy Spirit drew it for the firstborn only, according to Kamini.

Bhavani was a very private-natured and shy person, but in the office, she was a time bomb with rules. Her virginity and Chanda’s were hypnotically owned by Kamini, a mystic woman.

Gorgeous Bhavani and Chanda never made girlfriends, as local females’ greed and hate haunted them. Chanda was Bhavani’s limping bodyguard in the girls’ room of the college.

And Chanda’s celestial and flashy fair-colored innocent chick evolved with distributed genes from Kamini and her family members, like her mother’s endless sexual urge for her man, me, and her British doctor father’s color, medical genes, and his accent.

Very alluring to men’s eyes, so she wore long shirts and dresses up to her knees. Same with Bhavani in civil dress, with her round globe-shaped muscular hips and strong, long thighs, but a tight office dress wasn’t an option.

Chanda prided herself on thick pubic hair covering her pink vulva with a red-hot vagina. The dark pubic hair jungle was very sexy amidst her fair white skin.

I loved to drink Chanda’s thick, creamy, wet white sap oozing out of her pure red pussy when aroused, after thoroughly licking and sucking her pussy lips. I’d never harm her pure hymen, her virginity.

Coming to Kamini… I took pride in sharing with words how, where, when, and what made me lick, suck, and drool on every inch of Kamini’s naked body. Once disrobed, Kamini didn’t have private parts. Her body parts were an open book to me.

There’s a separate mystic story about Kamini. Everything in Kamini was strange and mystic. Kamini was short and semi-muscular, like the joker in the pack of playing cards. Sadly, Kamini was a widow.

My mother knew about Kamini’s sexual mating with spirits. I’d heard about her discussions with my father. She knew about Kamini and the girls’ future foretold by Kamini’s parents, and why I was born to my mother.

Only Kamini knew how I got printed inside my married mother’s womb after her marriage. Kamini’s words and spiritual beliefs mattered to Mother, since she’d witnessed the power of Kamini’s parents and their entry into the spiritual realm. Nothing spooky, though!

My mother’s earlier naughty flings with the widowed Kamini led to, after her spiritual enlightenment, Kamini becoming a sex goddess.

Kamini took care of bathing and nurturing my weak mother. As a widow, Kamini was always draped in only a white cotton saree from her head to her toes and a blouse. Kamini always kept her head bent and her face covered with her saree’s loose end.

She’d never been seen in public! Only her eyes were shown to the outside world. Kamini was very bold, because often she’d come to our home during late dark nights, Mother told.

Kamini had the most exotic answers and would share the same eventually in stories that followed on. I’d strive to delight readers with my enigmatic sex prodigy, and how Kamini orchestrated my body with hers with sheer delight.

Kamini’s pussy and vagina had all the ingredients that could strike a man like me by lightning bolt. Kamini’s mystic sexuality was enigmatic yet orgasmic.

Kamini was a natural swimmer and got a wide chest with tough lungs and mouth for sucking. Her sultry voice was one sexual awakener.

Coming back to mature adults, Bhavani and Chanda. My boss-mother, in fact, had made a separate small home as a one bedroom, hall, and kitchen, connecting my home with a small alley or enclosed path. An outhouse facility adjoined our home for Chanda and Bhavani’s privacy, and as regards, Kamini’s granddaughters.

My folks virtually treated and took care of the girls as their own daughters. The girls’ one bedroom home had two-way doors: one from inside my home, where Mom cooked and served them, and the other door from the outside.

Studying hard, tall Bhavani became a young forest ranger with promotions, aced judo and swimming competitions with Kamini coaching. Swimming made Bhavani’s chest wide and square with strong arms matching her tall, gorgeous figure.

She enrolled me in taekwondo and got thrilled to watch me practice semi-naked. We two had our own private practice spot off the neighboring riverside.

Like fish, Bhavani swam for hours in her t-shirt and a pair of shorts with no panties or bra, only with me. She taught me, but I never learned swimming. I only ogled her tall, wet body during her swimming practice in the river against the currents.

Or she’d ogle my taekwondo practices on the sandy riverbed, sweating hard. After her practices, she’d pin me down to lick my sweat off my shining male skin. We loved to roll around on the riverbank sand. Giggling and laughter were our private world of innocence.

Chanda taught science at my college and also consulted medical colleges as a young professor in a wheelchair and with crutches. Her father’s genes were in her naturally, and his vast medical book library was her friend in her lonely world. Her temper with me, since I never studied, was like an atom bomb.

Chanda was raised by Kamini in her coffee plantation, isolated, at a huge farmhouse with an enchanted lake (sexy details to come in my story on Kamini). Chanda’s world had only four people she knew: me, Kamini, my mom, and Bhavani, but I was a part of her.

I, on my own, helped Chanda with her hygiene, toilet washing, bathroom visits, and bathing, since her insensitive legs and knees made things difficult for her, a curse. Grooming her responsibly was my chore daily. My parents were aware of it, as Chanda was their doll pet.

From a young age, I took over from my mother, who must cook for working girls, the responsibilities of Chanda’s bathing and toilet cleanups. There wasn’t anything dirty between me and Chanda. But in my college tuition, Chanda was a raging machine to me. She’d bitten my arms a million times out of anger, since I flunked subjects.

And my mother didn’t allow anybody to touch, groom, or oil Chanda’s long hair; every day, it was their get-together and makeup touches before her college exit. Weekends, Bhavani too was my mother’s other pet lass for her long, thick hair grooming sessions, weekends only.

As loyalty to Kamini’s granddaughters, my mother had a one bedroom home facility for girls, but it did have issues with me and gay scenes! Whenever girls or my folks were in college or office, during my return home early, I’d walk in through their one bedroom home from the outside door with a duplicate key.

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During this time, I used to see every day one of our neighbors’ policemen passing by towards an abandoned outhouse pretty far away from our home. Curiously, I used to sneak through its door to peek.

I saw the same policeman fucking Bhavani’s father’s ass like a dog. I never understood it. It was a routine scene to me every day, and fun. I watched their mouth job, masturbation, and all gay routines.

Soon, my mom caught me peeking every day through the door. My mother had come behind me; it was a shock to her life. She’d never seen such erotic gay acts or doggy sex. I heard her shouting with Dad about the filthiness of Bhavani’s dad, even in his old age.

Now, she immediately dragged me away, holding my mouth, and locked me in the girls’ room. She left me crying while she walked away screaming. I ran over to the bed across the room and bunked down.

Luckily, Kamini walked in to my rescue. The first time she hugged me, she came from nowhere. First time I saw her face. Her constantly covered face was open and amazed me. She warmly held me in her bosom. She consoled me, showering me with kisses and deep throaty whispers.

She quickly removed her saree, covering her face, top, and head. She appeared celestial and exotic, young and energetic. Her dark curly hair was neatly tied as a thick roll behind her square face. Her smile was very naughty and special.

I was dumbstruck by her youthful smiling face. Shining chocolate-colored skin with flashy eyes and smile perfectly fit together on her square face. I repeatedly stared back at her mature, pretty, and youthful face.

The “grandmother” tag to Kamini in society was misinterpreted. There wasn’t any trace of wrinkles on her face or her skin, hands and fingers. Her fingers were very soft and clean.

Kamini’s face firmly held her full lips, voluptuous, soft, and tender. Such lips could know how to suck and drink a man’s penis. I instantly knew where Bhavani got her ancestral, luscious lips from.

Chiseled in with two dark black eyes on her pretty face, thick eyelashes with stern, crossed eyebrows above her thin, very long nose, sexy seduction screamed out of her mystic eyes and face. She came over smiling and sat at the bed’s end. Her dreamy eyes stabbed me through my dumbly gaping eyes.

Not sure what ran in her suddenly, she hurriedly walked over to lock the door, then she ran back to sit by me across the bed. Kamini quickly undid her long, dark tied hair. Her barn full of hair stretched to fall way down to her hips.

“Wow,” I thought, while she shook her head sexily, smiling. The whole room filled with her herbal fragrance from her skin.

Then Kamini slowly tied the loose end of her saree, the decorative end of a saree pallu, around her waist, and casually sat with just her blouse worn top, naked flat belly. Her majestic semi-muscular breasts cleavage stood out hard behind her thin blouse, heaving up and down very slowly and steadily!

Her extra-wide dark nipples could be vaguely seen behind her thin cotton blouse, as her nipples pricked behind her thin blouse like pins, sticking out hard. As a college kid, her breasts’ nipples amidst her dark, wide areola were an instant stab in my heart.

Her exotic, heavy breasts lodged over a wide, firm square chest. Kamini’s breasts, mature, full and voluptuous, shook behind her tight blouse. Her wide shoulders and strong arms were well built and manly, with voracious cleavage attached. All fit perfectly.

Her breasts heaved hard inside her blouse. Every twitch she made in her hands shook her breasts very mystically. They didn’t wiggle, but shook firmly. Her breasts were semi-muscular and hard.

Her sexy, seductive smile never left her shining, youthful face and cheeks. I couldn’t stop staring at her pretty young face. Naughtiness shone in every corner of her face and smiling lips, a thick and luscious pair.

Kamini’s chocolate-colored, heaving, hard breasts were luring my eyes. Her breasts were perfectly molded to her wide chest, with deep cleavage and no drooping, a well-matured pair of breasts.

Kamini knew I had a thirsty devil inside. She stared down at the lump between my thighs inside the shorts.

Her smile had mischief and naughtiness at my confused face. Chanda and Bhavani had told me a little about maturity when we’d take a bath together.

Kamini’s belly was semi-muscular with six packs. Seductively, in her thin blouse, the blouse held her heavy breasts and cleavage firmly. They were too hot for my dumb stare! Her navel was deep and wide, lodged to lure me repeatedly.

My eyes kept staring at her top and belly with a deep, wide navel and her sweating flat belly. Kamini got thrilled with my roaming eyes and face. She giggled softly, shyly looked down.

Smiling, Kamini was calm and very relaxed. She touched my face with open fingers. She’d slowly slid over the bed to sit beside me. Astonishingly, Kamini opened her blouse buttons slowly and pulled my face softly to her naked, muscular bosom. No bra.

It happened in a flash. Her rigid and hard nipples, amidst the wide, brown-colored areolas, were crying out at my lips to nibble them.

Kamini softly whispered huskily, “Suck them, my love! Lick my sweat smears! It’s time,” and she hummed some prayers.

Kamini’s smiling face was staring down at my shocked face as her fingers were continuously grooming through my hair strands, and softly pulling my face to suck her nipples, sticking out hard and erect against her shivering, huge, and hard, muscular breasts, with deep cleavage. I needed no more persuasion.

My face pressed against Kamini as a grown-up woman’s heavy-sized muscular breasts were new to me. Two young breasts of adult girls, Bhavani and Chanda, are different. Kamini’s hard breasts had a unique softness.

But now Kamini’s muscular, hard, no-sag, enlarged boobies made a huge turn-on to my lust. Her extra-long nipples stood out and felt hard between my teeth as I bit on them.

“Oh!” Kamini hissed deeply as I ground her nipples and sucked them devilishly.

Kamini whispered, moaning huskily, “My love! How much I’d prayed for this! I envied when you drank her milk.”

I guessed she might be referring to my breastfeeding mother when she’d borne me.

[Note: I’d annoyingly bitten my mother’s breastfeeding nipples, causing inflammation in her nipples, and she’d stopped breastfeeding and switched to bottle feeding. Young and teenage Bhavani and Chanda took care of feeding the bottle and nurturing little devil me as nannies.]

Coming back… Kamini paused for a while and then said, “Your lips made her cry in pain. Haunt me with the same pain! My little Tiger.”

Kamini’s voice had turned very husky now. She devilishly demanded more and more thrill and lust as salvation. Her voice shook and stammered with lust.

Excited, I continued to bite her thick, hard nipples. Now Kamini’s voice turned whispers into wild hisses. Kamini said, “Consume my flesh. Arghhhhh. Chew them. Eat them. Make me cry with pain, my vampire.”

After a pause, Kamini said, “My daughter had sucked me so hard! Sad! I got no milk, my chewing chimp.” And she hugged my head with thrill and pleasure.

Kamini’s whole body became shaky, and her hands and soft fingers were shivering. The whole room was filled with her sighing and heavy breathing. I could hear Kamini cry in joyful pain and pleasure. Kamini’s lust bloomed with rage and wild hunger for more.

I drank the sweat of her breasts and nipples, licking every corner of her wide, semi-muscular bosom, delightfully squeezing her breasts’ hardness from both sides.

Kamini’s whole body turned very hot. Her warm fingers rubbed all over my entire back and hips. Her shaky fingers pulled me upwards. Kamini moved her sliding fingers inside my shorts from behind. She instantly grabbed my hips from below. Our thrill was instantaneous.

Soon her fingers slid inside my shorts and held my naked hips and groped at her will, as she pulled them upwards to encourage me to suck and bite her enlarged breasts. Licking and drinking her entire bosom sweat never stopped for me. Her bosom fragrance and sweat mixed, thrilled me more.

Her sugar-filled moan mixed groan was too much for my penis. My heart hammered against my ribs like thunder jolts. I sucked her like an octopus.

Kamini was mesmerized by my sucking force on my lips, not to miss my sexy devil teeth to thrill her nipples with bites and nibbling, hard, almost chewing on their tenderness.

Kamini’s moaning words came out as, “Eat them. I need more pain.” Now Kamini left my butts and held her breasts to feed my mouth.

Soon Kamini moaned, “I feel so horny!” and suddenly Kamini gasped with shock.

Kamini suddenly cut her words while holding her mouth in fear and stared at me, still smiling but scared now, and she said, “Sorry, baby! Did I say that?”

Anyways, I never understood her trailing words. Her breasts were all I had to prey on.

Kamini’s fingers continued frantically grooming my hair and pulled in my head more, encouraged my biting and sucking her taut nipples and sweat-smeared breasts.

Her breasts grew instantly in size at my sucking acts. I turned into a beast to lick and bite her entire bosom contents. More of my slurping tongue thrilled Kamini’s hard, muscular bosom.

We were both hugging each other tightly now. I gladly sucked and bit her hard nipples. Kamini’s breasts shivered in my clasp and fingers. Kamini eagerly encouraged my fingers to rub and lick her entire hardened bosom. Her deep voice filled the room with heavy sighs and breathings.

Kamini’s voice was enchanting to hear, sultry and deep-throated. An unheard sexy voice of professional seductresses echoed in her voice. Moaning and groaning mixed with thrill. It excited me devilishly.

Her whispers had a wild sexual need and were naughty. Her fingers were restlessly grooming my hair, tugging my head against her hard, muscular breasts. Her chest was rising up and down as my mouth acts continued. She pushed her chest forcibly forward to yield to my thirsty sucking, biting, drinking, and whatnot.

Kamini suddenly covered her saree’s free end around my frantic nipple-sucking face and started to pray something in a deep voice. Her fingers were still grooming my hair under her hooded saree, enclosing my back and face. Her fingers were mostly snatching my hair to pull my head more toward her naked, hard breasts.

Kamini’s voice now turned into a strange hiss. I endlessly licked and sucked her entire semi-muscular chest, lapping like a dog, biting her rigid nipples, with an awakened lust in me.

I drank and swallowed her sweat-smeared bosom wetness frantically. Female bosom sweat to drink is something to die for and a blessing. The whole room echoed her deep-voiced prayers and moans, additionally mixed with my tongue licking, lapping, and slurping sounds.

She moaned while her prayers went on and on. When I looked up, she was smiling with endless joy. Sex, devilishly sex and evil, pricked us both equally! My first grown-up woman’s naked body encounter and her long-forgotten mystique thrill and lust were mating perfectly now.

Kamini went on endlessly whispering words that bored me, like, “Finally, I have your lips on my bosom! My tiny seductress seducer. Father was right, my love!”

And she paused to hug me harder and sigh out louder.

Kamini spoke huskily, staring down at my doggy acts. Her fingers gladly groomed through my hair. Kamini said, “I can see myself inked in you.” Kamini repeatedly hissed with a deep sigh as her fingers brushed through my hair.

Kamini again groaned with a dreamy voice, “Your lips put rage in my body. I’ll drink every drop you spew.”

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