Encountering Meera, Chapter 4 - The Mothering Instinct

by Fantasy World

The next day, everyone at the center was somewhat hung-over. We had a number of no shows. Those ganja laced brownies had done their dirty work. No one was talking about what had happened, just a bunch of mumbling among the staff about what a wild party it had been, and how they wanted to make it a yearly event. Somehow, Meera, had hit the bull's-eye, in spite of herself.

As for Meera, she was not at work. But then again I did not really expect to see her today. As the day slipped by I contemplated the situation, and was not really sure what to do, there were so many different aspects to this. Finally it was late in the afternoon and I was having my traditional Starbucks Latte, and I was lost in deep thought, when my line buzzed, and Debra the receptionist informed me that she was leaving for the day and also that Mr. Deepak, and his wife, and Meera were waiting outside my office; and more than that Mr. Deepak (Meera's dad) was furious, and I should be prepared for quite a scene.

I steeled myself and then as casually as I could, opened my office door, and spoke in the mellowest voice I could muster," Mr. and Mrs. Deepak, Meera, please come in". What can I......

Before I could even finish my sentence,Mr. Deepak had pushed by me, and dragging Meera along with him, had entered my office. He motioned for a clearly chastened, and extraordinarily modestly dressed Meera to sit in one of the single lounge chairs and then to and his noticeably younger wife, whose name was Sukji, to sit on the couch in my seating area across from me. Then he faced me, in such a way that his back was to Meera and she was hidden behind him, almost as if he was protecting her. He looked quite stern, with his arms folded, his dark complexion and his salt and pepper grey bearded face topped by the traditional Sikh turban.

He stared at me for a moment, as if forming his words, I looked back at him calmly as possible, I noticed his skin had a crimson hue to it, he truly looked as if he was going to explode. And incongruously, I could not help but notice, of all things, his dick. He was wearing a simple pair of grey dress slacks, that were neither tight nor loose, but I could clearly see the outline of what appeared to be quite a huge penis hidden inside the folds of those grey slacks – even more unusual, was that it seemed to be getting slowly but surely harder and larger.

I attempted to hide my surprise, but it was difficult, and even more difficult was to control my feelings of arousal. After last night's sex show with Meera and Mary, I was very hot, and now no more than 2 ft from my face was a very large, hardening penis. I would be a liar to say that I did not simply want to reach over, undo his fly, and let that gorgeous Gila monster free.

I not could help myself from imagining, as I a stared right at his manhood, that his dick would definitely be uncircumcised,very dark, and swollen, probably with clearly visible veins on the shaft, and I was positive that his huge balls would be full of sperm. It was always a thrill to feel a man's penis as he got close to ejaculation. To see his balls contract and feel the cum pulsing up his shaft towards the penis head, and then finally out, all over the place. I think I liked that part best, when for just a moment a man lost control, as he shot his load, and seeing all that white stuff flying out of his dick, I could just feel myself starting to burn up at the thought of it.

It sure would be quite a scene, me sucking furiously on that gigantic rod, as Meera, and his wife, whose name was Sukjhi, looked on in total shock. Where would it all go from there? Would he just shoot his load in my mouth and all over my face, and then say thank you, and leave? Or would Meera, I, and Mr. and Mrs Deepak end up in a fuckfest on my office floor? I knew these speculations were crazy but this situation was getting more bizarre by the moment, and I just could not help myself. I had sex on the brain, and I knew I had to cum soon, or I would grab Mr. Deepak's dick and shove it into my steaming fuck hole.

"Christ," I cursed inwardly, "I am soaking my panties-again, this was getting to be a habit". And it was true; my girl juices were on overdrive, "God, I pray that my pussy juices do not soak through my red lulu lemon stretch yoga pants. Wouldn't that be a sight, and how would I explain that to Mr and Mrs. Deepak, let alone Meera. "Great choice Julia- red pants" I chastised myself. This whole situation was becoming extremely uncomfortable. I crossed my legs hoping to hide any seepage.

I looked across the small seating area and caught the eye of Mr. Deepak's wife, Sukjhi. She was about 35, to his 55'ish, and what a picture of calm, elegant beauty she was. This was a classic East Indian woman that incredible combination of what one could almost call western features, tinged with oriental angularity, all served up a light chocolate colored skin- succulent. As Meera had explained her mother's family was from southern India, where the original, so called, more pure bread Indians were from. That Deepak was a luck fellow, I mused. Lucky to be able to slip her his huge salami, if she was able to accommodate that monster in her pussy.

Sukjhi, seemed to be looking at me, with some concern, and I could tell that she was looking down towards my crossed legs. I took a quick look downward, and saw the slightest hint of wetness spreading up from my obviously soaked panties. This was going to get very interesting if I had to stand up for any reason, I thought to myself. And Sukjhi, did she know? Could she tell?

Just then Mr. Deepak spoke and shook me out of reverie. "What kind of place are you running here, Ms. Rush? " The question was obviously rhetorical, so I waited to hear the answer. "The kind of place that my innocent daughter (I stifled a laugh) comes home stinking of alcohol.

So, that was it. Meera had gotten busted last night after the party, and her little pussy party with Mary. Her parents had smelled the Tequilla on her breath, and now it was shit storm time.

"Mr Deepak" I began, "I assure you that no one at this facility, would ever give alcohol.... I never got the chance to finish my words.

"Ms. Glen" Deepak interrupted, in a haughty, dismissive manner, " my daughter came home drunk last night", I personally smelled the alcohol on her breath, and she confessed to me that it was someone, she won't tell me who, at this facility that gave her the alcohol. You run a poor organization, and have little to no idea on what it takes, to protect, innocent (there was that word again- unbelievable, if one was referring to Meera) children!"

Knowing what I knew about Meera, this was a ludicrous conversation. But I also knew that exposing her, would get me nowhere, and probably not even believed. I was in a tough spot, so I went with my gut . "Mr. Deepak, I understand your concerns, and I would understand if you removed Meera, from the SWIT( social work in training) program. Perhaps this is the wrong place for her. I think Meera would benefit from a much more structured environment", I spoke the final words with emphasis as I stared directly at Meera who had her head down trying to avoid this whole situation.

But Mr. Deepak was not to be appeased. "How dare you talk of removing Meera from this program" he thundered, "when it is really you who should be removed for you negligence", and as his temperature went up, by god, so did his hardon. His dick was almost fully erect and pushing hard against his dress pants. I was torn between lying back and spreading my legs, and inviting him to get his rocks off, and telling him to fuck off, and get out of my office.

Just when it looked like this whole situation was going to go off the rails. I saw, Sukjhi's hand lift and she placed it on Deepaks' hip and began to stroke it in a gesture of relaxation and comfort. "Neeraj "she called him," please, let's go talk in private for one moment."

He didn't respond, he just kept sort of staring at me, I guess trying to decide whether to listen to his wife or not. And she kept lightly touching his hip, brushing up and down in a soothing way. It was incredible how close her hand was to his hard prick, I really couldn't believe it. Was she going to jack him off right in front of me? And what about Meera could she tell what was going on here? From what I could see, not really; she was positioned behind her father and so was protected from the sight of his very stiff dick, which was beginning to throb in his pants.

Then he turned and walked to the far side of my office, and Sukjhi, followed. They stood there in the shadows facing each other, talking softly in what I guessed was Hindi. I couldn't really see, well, but he was facing her and her hands seemed to be very close to his penis, but it was impossible to tell if she touching or rubbing him, because his back shielded me from view.

After a minute or two, the conversation ended, and Sukjhi came back over to the seating area, and Mr. Deepak, started to head towards the door. " Meera," he called firmly, " come with me, we will go home now.", and they both left the office.

Suddenly I was alone with Sukjhi. Just us girls. One with a very wet pussy and one that seemed to liked to rub her husband's rod in public places. What an odd couple! Sukjhi stood, up and walked over to the small love seat where I was and motioned for me to move over. "No point in being far apart" she said in her very soft, soothing voice," this way we can chat more intimately".

I moved over a little bit on the couch, carefully keeping my legs crossed, so the damp patch that was spreading across my lulu lemons could not be seen. I did not want to sit beside Sukjhi, but it seemed the decision was not mine to make, as she eased herself into the couch and turned to face me. Close up she was even more beautiful. Her skin was flawless, the type of skin that has never seen a zit, and still at 35, it looked radiant and youthful. And then there was her body scent. It was a bewitching hint of something foreign, and exotic- more patchouli, than sandalwood, and quite stimulating. Beyond that she was physically very appealing, her breasts were quite large, and looked to be very firm, creating quite a swell, in her traditional selwar suit top.

Sukjhi, spoke first. "I apologize for my husbands, rude behavior, he can be very insensitive, and I hope you will reconsider removing Meera from the program- she is a good girl."

I looked into Sukjhi's eyes, deep brown pool s, that any sailor would love to drown in. "Of course Meera can stay in the program" I answered, wanting to be kind to this very lovely demure lady, "It was just that your husband....

Before I could finish, Sukjhi interrupted me, "yes, I know, I saw him hardening, he is"....... and for a moment she hesitated choosing her words carefully..... Very demanding, and very highly sexed." At the word sex, her luscious eyes flew wide open and she smiled nervously displaying a perfect set of pearly whites. The word 'sex' hung in the air between us.

Then before I could say anything, Sukjhi continued, "I feel like I can trust you, you are like a sister". I did not say anything, what could I say to that? "I want to speak frankly, I hope you do not mind" again those eyes looking into me, searching, inquiring, very intimate. "Okay, yes, please do" I stammered.

Sukjhi sighed, and then it all came out, as if she had been holding this back for too long, and needed, had to tell someone. "My husband is a good man, but as I said he is very highly sexed. He wants to penetrate me daily, and he manhood is so huge that he hurts me", and she looked down towards her pussy. My eyes followed hers and for a minute we were both having a nice look at Sukjhi's cunt, covered as it was in her selwar suit pants.

This was going to be trouble, I thought. Immediately, I began to feel my panties getting wetter, it was just a matter of time before Sukjhi noticed, and then what? I didn't know and I was not sure I wanted to find out. "So" she continued, "I have adjusted as best as I can, and I try every day to stroke his penis, until he shoots out all of jism."

Her terminology was a bit strange, but I got the jist of it. I wanted to tell her to stop, but I was fascinated by this story, and besides, it was very hot and sexy, imagining this beautiful Indian princess, stroking Mr. Deepak's huge shaft until he shot his cum all over the place- what a glorious mess.

But Sukjhi was not finished with her little story. " But even though I do that and even though I let him put his monster inside of me, it is not enough" and she let out what sounded like a choked sob, and I looked at her and saw that small tears were forming in the corner of those exotic eyes. What the hell was happening? Why was she crying? I did not have to wait long to find out.

"He is having sex with young men, boys, too" she let this secret out, with a gasp, and the small tears began to flow into a river. She was crying now, almost wailing and talking at the same time. I was very glad that it was the end of the day and everyone had gone home from the center, at least we had some privacy.

"When Neeraj was away on a business trip, I was in his office cleaning, and I found some DVD's, that said Neeraj and Friends on it. I was just curious, and wanted to see what Neeraj and his 'friends' were up to. So I put the DVD on and there it was, right in front of me, Neeraj with a young Indian teen, a boy must have been only 16, I know his parents, for godness sake, and this young boy was on his knees, sucking furiously on Neeraj's thing. Then Neeraj kneeled down and began to suck this boy's penis. After a few minutes of Neeraj sucking the poor boy's hard shaft, rubbing his balls, and playing with his tip, the boy whose manhood was quite slim and long and of course much smaller than Neeraj's – he... well he.... ejaculated into Neeraj's mouth and Neeraj swallowed this boy's seed. It was disgusting".

I wasn't sure if I agreed, but I nodded anyways. As a matter of fact, I did not agree, and my throbbing cunt was the proof of it. That story did nothing except get me more turned on. Sukjhi was sobbing now, wow, how did we get here? And what to do? I did what all good women do when there is a crisis, I comforted her. " Sukjhi, come here, I said, opening my arms to her," come here, it will be all right, we can work this out somehow". I had no idea how, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

Sukjhi, did not need another invitation. She flew into my arms, and I was holding this Indian angel, softly rubbing her back, and whispering comforting sounds and words to her as she sobbed her face buried into my breasts. I knew I was supposed to be acting the earth mother role at that moment, but there was another part of my brain that was screaming, " fuck this hot little Indian cunt, rip off her clothes and do her right her, right now, she needs it and so do you". That voice was getting louder as my bush that been agitated, by sexual situation after sexual situation for the past 24 hours, thumped in time.

Then I felt Sukjhi's hands around my waist. At first she had just let me hold, leaning into me and sobbing, but as the minutes passed, she began to sob a bit less and snuggle a bit more. She had maneuvered herself so that her quite substantial chest was pressing against mine now, and I could feel the tips of her nipples poking through her cotton top and against my tits. As I said her hands were now on my hips and waist area, and they were touching me, where I like to be touched before sex play, close to my stomach just above and beside my belly button. It is always such a wonderful sense of anticipation when a lover touches you right there and you know that soon, very soon, they will be sliding their hands into to your panties, and rubbing a very hot wet cunt.

Sukjhi's crying had diminished now, and was more of a whimper, and choked sobs, followed by sighs. I could feel her long manicured, hands stroking my flank, up and down, reaching as high as my breasts and as low as my hips. I could also feel my engine starting to rev up. I knew if she kept this up much longer, I would have to have her ---- but I was not sure that is what she wanted.

Then her hands slipped over my hips down towards my thighs and rested there for a moment, and then slowly but surely moved toward my pussy which was soaking wet and that fact was fully on display in the front the my lulus. I did not stop her, I could not stop her, I simply slowly widened my legs, in the universal sign of 'give it to me baby' and let her touch. When her hands did encounter the wetness, they stopped moving and stayed in one spot for a moment, absorbing the concept that that I was actually wet. Then Sukjhi sat back very slowly and deliberately and looked at me, but this time it was different than before, this time it was the look of a lover, one who desires, and needs release herself.

"Your Yoni is flowing" she spoke matter of factly but she was smiling quite seductively, I thought. I did not know the meaning of the word Yoni (later found it is the Sanskrit word for Vagina) but I certainly got her drift. Her hand continued to rest on my cunt, It felt incredible to be touched. I knew I had to cum, I just did not ever dream it would be Sukjhi getting me off.

"Was it my husband's huge penis, all hardened, that has made you like this" she looked at me with questioning eyes. I gulped and nodded.

"You seem very nervous, have you never been with a woman before?"

I gulped and shook my head no, this seemed like the best move, to let her think she was seducing me. I loved fantasy, and this was a great one of me, being a frightened, inexperienced, and heterosexual --- how far from the truth!

Sukjhi, absorbed m responses, quietly, and then she said "There is nothing to be afraid of being with a woman can be a wonderful experience" she said in a sweet warm voice; and then she went silent, I could tell she had drifted off for a moment as if recalling a very pleasant memory, all the while her beautifully manicured cinnamon hand with its very long fingers began to rub gently but insistently, in very wide circles on the front of my lulus.

The feeling of her hand on my cunt was the most soothing and arousing thing I could have imagined. I felt like a person who had been in the desert and was so parched that just a drop of water would have been heaven. Now, I was in heaven! Sukjhi, expertly massaged my whole vagina, using her finger nails over my lulu lemons to touch and probe, and make long strokes through my cunt lips that would finally end at my clit, where she would linger, pressing and massaging.

Then she stopped suddenly, and lifted her hand, towards her face, and began sniffing it and licking it, with her long tongue – it was an extremely erotic sight." Your juices, are delicious "she announced, "like a mangosteen fruit"( obviously some fruit indigenous to India, as I had never heard of it).

The word mangosteen seemed set off something inside of Sukjhi, and she paused for a moment as if reminiscing, and the without any introduction or explanation she simply began to talk. "We ate lots of mangosteen fruit in Kerala, when I visited that summer. I was only 12, and just becoming a woman."It looked like it was story time, and I didn't mind one bit, as long as she kept rubbing my cunt, I was her slave.

"We were staying with my father's sister, who was much older than him and actually had a daughter who was in already in her early 40"s with grown children at the time, Bindi was her name. She had been married, and then tragically her husband had died in an accident at the seaport where he was employed. And Bindi, though still very attractive, was destined to a life of spinsterhood. Indian women very rarely, if ever remarried after a spouse's death, it just was not the custom.

Bindi, and I were to share a room, as even though father's sister was relatively well off, the house was tiny compared to what we had in America. I was at an age; well, where I was discovering my womanhood. I had begun to think of boys, and have sexual desires, and sometimes in the night I would rub my immature little bud, and though it felt good, and my pussy would get moist, I never came.

One night, Bindi must have heard me struggling to orgasm, and all of a sudden she was there by my bed side, without a word she whipped off the light white cotton sheet that covered me and exposed my immature pussy, which had just begun to sprout dark black hairs on my lips. Bindi, let out a very low and deep sigh, barely audible, and then immediately put, what seemed like her very large hand between my legs and began to touch and stimulate my clitoris.

I was stunned and scared at first, I opened my mouth to shout, and then I felt Bind's other hand on my mouth" shhhhh do not wake the family", I was so scared that I obeyed her, after all Bindi was like a mother to me. Bindi continued to flick my clit, and though her fingers were rough and almost stubby, I felt myself melting, and my vagina came alive with pleasure. Bindi, could feel my wetness and arousal growing and this caused her to double her efforts, soon there was a finger in my vagina probing and another one in my bum, and Bindi had leaned over and removed her hand from my mouth and was planting tiny kisses on my ear and cheeks and sighing as she listened to my girl cries of pleasure. It was not too long at all before I felt a huge shudder in my vagina, and then release and pleasure like I had never known in my young life.

"Now isn't that better little one" she said soothingly," now you can sleep in peace" And I did sleep well that night. The next night Bindi was back in my bed, and this time I welcomed her and her wonderful touches. Each night brought new pleasures, until finally one evening Bindi removed her night gown and gave me the thrill of rubbing our breasts and our bushes together. After that I could not get enough of her and we had sex many, many times. It was so hard to take leave of Bindi that summer, and I still often think of Bindi affectionately, though I have never been with another woman since that time.

Then Sukjhi, finished with her story, gently guided me down so I was laying on the couch and she began to unbutton my top. She said nothing more and I did not resist, soon my buttons were undone, and my lacy Victoria's secret bra was exposed, Sukjhi stopped for a minute to admire the sight of my breasts inside of the bra, and then carefully placed her hands on them, feeling their firm softness. She massage them for a moment, staring at me as she did and then, reached behind and in one swift motion unhooked the clasp, and pulled it off, leaving my aroused white more than a handful tits fully on display.

God, it felt so good to have my breasts free of that tether called a bra. And what a pleasure it also was, no a thrill to have them be seen by Sukjhi. Just having her look at my breasts, made my nipples harden, I was quickly losing all control and soon would not be responsible for what I did. "You are a lovely young girl" said Sukjhi, and then she undid her top and removed her bra "now you can see me too "she said somewhat shyly.

And see her I could, what a spectacular woman and what a magnificent pair of tits, was all I could think at that moment. Still firm and high, even though she must have suckled Meera. I had to touch them, and so I did, feeling their size, and wonderful weight. Sukjhi gasped at my touch, and moaned. "Oh you are a bad girl aren't you? You want to touch my big breasts- don't you? I bet you want to suck them too?

Wow, this lady was wild, one minute the upright proper Indian mom, the next minute seducing me, and indulging in fantasy. I felt Sukjhi's hand slip behind my head and pull it towards her breasts as she straddled over me, so her cunt had contact with mine. I did not resist and latched on to one her big brown nipples and began to suck furiously. "Yes, baby yes, you know you want it", Sukjhi moaned with obvious pleasure, as I attacked those two luscious breasts.

It was clear that Sukjhi thought she was seducing me, probably reliving some sort reverse situation with Bindi – now she was the adult and I was playing the role of young girl. I figured I might as well enjoy this, and so decided to play up the role of the pursued lover as much as possible.

I spread my legs, so that my now sopping lulus would have maximum contact with her pussy. '" Oh, Ohhh, that feels so good, Uhh " I moaned in my most, 'how good it feels and what a shock it is voice.

Sukhji, immediately took the bait, and responded to my calls, much as a man responds to a woman's moans and encouragement during sex. First she grabbed both my arms and pushed them over my head, as if she was holding me down in some sort of bondage. I pretended to struggle a bit, twisting and turning and attempting to free myself from her grasp, she enjoyed my sex play response and applied more pressure, holding both my arms down with one of her hands. Now my tits and belly were fully exposed to her, and she felt as if she was in control- and she clearly relished the feeling.

Her other hand she let roam across my chest and belly, touching, rubbing, pinching, stroking. I mock fought against these actions as well, letting out small moans, grunts and sighs as she stimulated me- and slowly as her ministrations continued I began to surrender. This gentle domination was a huge turn on for Sukjhi and soon she began to focus her efforts of my cunt. She began to press hard, straining against the light cotton pants of her selwar to increase the contact between us. We stayed like that for a few moments as she held my head against substantial breasts, which I sucked, as she rode me. With each push down on my pubic area, I would thrust upwards, knowing full well, how that would inflame both our pussy's. And clearly it did- after a number of hard thrusts and return thrusts, Sukjhi began to, at first, sigh lightly, and then the sighs began to be deeper and stronger. Soon Sukjhi and I were both caught up in the throes of passion, our soaked pussy's straining to get free from our pants. I was losing control and at this point I did not care who was the aggressor, I had to make a move; I needed to get off – NOW!

Reaching with both my hands I began to fumble with Sukjhi's pajama type bottoms that were held up by an elastic waistband and a cord. They came off quite easily, and Sukjhi was more than helpful, seemingly as eager as I was to get naked. Off her pants and panties came, and a moment later so were mine and then at last we were both able to feel each other.

Sukjhi, though there was not an ounce of fat on her, was much bigger than me. Bigger boned, bigger boobs, bigger but. And her bush was covered in a dark mass of quite thick hair, barely trimmed, very natural. This was in contrast to my almost petite quality, small hips, bum, and nice boobs, but boyish compared to this goddess. And of course my pussy was bare, shaven clean.

As Sukjhi's white hot cunt made contact with mine, and our clits began to touch again and again, it was electric and I think the intensity of it shocked both of us. There was a huge mutual need, hers from many years of dealing with the sex crazed insensitive Neeraj, who's only thought was getting his rocks off, and mine, from a few months of sexual drought combined with a good dose of Meera and her Dad's stimulation.

And beyond that it was simply the attraction of opposites, my white young, slim body, and her voluptuous dark brown body, being enticed, and excited, and pushed to higher and levels of sexual stimulation, by the differences, and of course by the fact that we both needed a release so badly. Yes, you could definitely say that we had sexual chemistry!

Sukjhi leaned over and lay directly on top of me, thrusting her bum in a timeless rhythm, our breasts were pressed together, and I could smell her exotic, erotic scent. Our lips met and I felt her tongue press into my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate her probing. In and out went her tongue in time with her bum thrusts, and she began to grunt each time our clits connected. Her long black hair flowed freely around us, touching my arms, and creating almost a private little tent under which she loved me.

Yes it did feel like love. Sure we were fucking, but there was more than just bodily juices being exchanged, more than just, as a good friend of mine once said' putting things inside of each other'. This was a deep and primal connection, a connection not so different from a man and woman – no there was no chance of children coming from this- obviously! But this magical moment and the sex was taking us both to a better place, comforting us, and soothing unspoken, and unmet needs for both of us.

As the heat and the friction built between us built, I felt myself melding into Sukjhi, I was having trouble telling where she began and I ended, our pussy's seemed to be one- thrust, response, thrust, response, it became automatic, there was no way, and no need to stop. As we climaxed together our eyes were locked on to each other, there were no words, and no words needed, we could both feel the climax coming, like a huge wave building, it was inevitable, and when it hit, we both rode the powerful energy as it carried us away, leaving us spent, and gasping for breath on some far off beach of pleasure.