How are you friends, greetings to all of you from your favorite writer Sandeep with Song On My Lips.
You all appreciated my previous story
Atmadarshan from sex
very much. The stories that came before that also got a lot of love and support from you all, for which I am grateful to all of you.
You all know that I write mostly fictional stories. But this time I leave this story to your discretion, you can consider it a real incident or a fictional thing.
I don’t even know whether you will like this story or not, but I have promised the one for whom I am writing this story that while reading the story, the pussy of the readers and the cock of the readers will get wet.
It is possible that many readers will become crazy about the heroine. And many readers may also become enthusiastic about lesbian sex and keep squirting their cocks and pussies for months just by thinking about the heroine.
I have made this promise to the heroine of this story. She has also promised me that if the story is liked and people enjoy it, she will also make me happy with a great and unique sex.
So friends, the foundation of this story was laid when my story ‘Misunderstanding’ started getting published on Antarvasna.
After reading that story, many people mailed me and praised the story as well as my writing skills.
But such messages started coming every day and from many people, I used to get excited by every such message and also give appropriate answers. But all these things are no longer surprising for me.
Yes, those who have messaged me would know that I definitely reply to everyone’s messages.
In the same way, I had received a message in the name of Anju Sharma, here it is probably not necessary to tell that this name has been changed.
Anju Sharma’s message came in the subject box of my email with ‘Beautiful story Misunderstanding’ written on it, like all the messages, this was also a message praising my story.
I thanked the person who messaged me and continued the conversation which I do naturally, like where are you from, since when have you been reading sex stories, are you married or not, can we chat further. etc. etc.!
In so much conversation, it is not possible to know from the way the other person replies what kind of nature the other person might have. And whether we will talk further or not! But some things can definitely be guessed.
Anju ji was giving very few answers anyway, so we could not expect much conversation from her.
Still our conversation continued with some such general things.
In the beginning, Anju told me about herself and said that she is preparing for IAS exam, she lives in Delhi, she is not married, her age is 24 years.
And on asking about the shape of her body and bra panty, body size, she sent me a faceless photo of a girl.
The girl was wearing a jeans top, as soon as I saw her, a drop of water came on the upper part of my penis. Her body fitness was amazing. But I did not pay much attention to the photo as per my bitter experience, thinking it to be fake.
But I showed Anju that I thought that pic was real and I have become crazy about her.
Anju did not like too much vulgarity and open words at all. Our conversation started because of my sex story Misunderstanding, like you people she was also reading it regularly.
Maybe at that time due to some reasons, after the fourteenth or fifteenth episode of Misunderstanding, the next episode did not come for a few days, then like many people she also asked me about the next episode, so I said.. I don’t know why it is not coming, don’t worry the story will be posted on the site soon.
Then the story did not come for the next two days, then she said I can’t wait anymore friend! The rhythm of your story will break with the fun with which I read the story every day, please send me the next episode of the story na!
You all know that according to the rules, I could not send her the story separately from my own mail, so I thought of giving her some other things to read. So I posted many of my poems written on other topics.
She was very happy after reading them and started praising me.
This resulted in her considering me a good man because my poems are serious and inspiring.
Then the next day the next part of my story also came, till all the parts of the story came we could talk very little. I also kept myself busy in answering the mails of other readers.
Then one day I talked to her. Now it had been a long time since we talked, so after discussing the story I wanted to bring her towards sex chat. She also did not mind this but she was not as open as other girls, she used to enjoy only reading the chat and either gave her answer in brief or remained silent.
Then I sent her the pic of my penis, a penis of more than seven inches, its thickness in three inches of circumference, veins visible separately, and the shining pink glans were enough to attract her mind.
But she did not react after seeing the pic of the penis.
Then I had to ask her in frustration- how did you like my penis?
She said- it is good.
I said- just good?
Then the reply came- it is very good.
I said- what is good?
Actually I was teasing her.
Then the reply came- your penis is very good and I really liked the big pink colored glans on the upper part of your penis.
And along with it, he wrote in another message- are you happy now, aren’t you sir? After all, you made me tell you everything.
I said- yes, I am happy, but you too So you must have enjoyed talking.
There was no response to this. Maybe she was shy.
And you all know that if a girl praises your penis like this, then you will be flying in the seventh heaven.
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The same thing happened with me, I started talking to her more openly, started fondling her boobs, started licking her pussy, and licked every part of her body from the nipples in the chat itself. She also supported me hesitantly.
But after some time she disappeared and I kept talking alone. Then when I met her online the next day, she told me that she had started fingering her pussy, due to which she could not chat.
Now instead of anger, my penis started getting tensed, but this time she came online for a short time, so I had to control my mind.
Even though I had not seen her, did not know anything about her, but now my heart had started falling for that unknown girl. I was enamoured by her style, the sweetness of her words used to soothe my heart. Perhaps that is why I sent her my original picture and family picture too.
I don’t know whether she understood my feelings or not, but I started spending every moment in her memories.
Then one day when she was in a good mood, she said to me – You write poetry. So can you write a poem for me too?
I said yes and immediately wrote a poem of four to six lines and sent it to her.
She praised me a lot after reading the poem but also said – Can you write a poem that will make me feel hot or not?
Now such a question was like raising a finger on the respect and honour of a writer.
Then I said – yes, why not!
And within a short time I wrote a poem with a hot and intoxicating feeling and sent it to her. In which I used double meaning words like:
The ocean spills from your eyes,
Seeing which my heart gets restless.
Come to my arms once,
Then see where my hands go.
These mountains of yours tempt everyone,
The bees hover to see you.
Your waist bends.
Your youth provokes the garden,
You are present in everyone’s eyes,
Your name is in my every sigh.
People do it with their hands in your memory,
They die with all their heart and soul on your hole.
Friends, sorry this is not the poem that I had sent to her, I cannot send that poem here, but I had written something similar.
She read the poem and praised it too but once again she said to me- Write a little more open, so that I can finger my pussy after reading the poem!
So I said- Then I should get the freedom to use native words.
She said- Write in whatever words you want to write… but the poem should be such that the pussy gets wet.
I said yes and accepted this sweet challenge and after that I wrote a poem and sent it.
It was almost like this:
You are very innocent, you are as white as milk,
You are beautiful, a girl worth fucking.
If we meet, I will caress every part of your body,
I will be called your lover.
Your breasts will be massaged by my hands,
Your nipples will get relief from my mouth.
When I lick your pussy, even your soul will get excited,
My balls will fit in your mouth along with my cock.
I will lift you in my lap and take you to the bed,
I will caress every part of your body with my cock.
I will make you naked and bend you in front of me,
I will make you a bitch and insert my cock from behind.
You keep screaming and shouting,
I will thrust faster and faster.
When it will be my turn to cum,
I will cum in your mouth.
This time Anju ji was very happy with my poem. I had sent her a much longer poem than this, so after reading that poem, her pussy must have definitely started to wet.
After that, this series of conversations and poems started, and then slowly I also started to understand what kind of poems she likes and how much she likes, so now I would write poems to make her happy and in return she would do a little sex chat with me, but she would say that she does not like sucking cock much, sometimes she sucks it for the happiness of the other person.
Now whatever was in her mind, I kept on becoming crazy about her.
Then one day she said- you write poems only for me, write separate poems for each of my body parts.
I said- I will write but for that I will have to see you also, only then I will be able to feel you and the praise of each body part will come out of my mouth from my heart itself. Then see how the poem is made.
Understanding my point, she sent a picture, which was different from the previous picture, this one was also without a face, and in this picture, along with the girl, there was also a three-four year old girl.
I said- This time the picture looks different.
So she said- This is of my neighbor Bhabhi. And you should write your poem in my praise only!
Now a doubt had arisen in my mind that there is something different. Still I did not say anything, just asked for some information about that Bhabhi and started writing the poem.
She liked the poems that I used to send her, I used to praise Bhabhi’s body a bit too much on purpose, this used to irritate Anju ji many times, and my doubt was proved right that the picture was of Anju only.
Anju used to praise her own body on the pretext of Bhabhi and used to say that she is proud of her shapely breasts. Yes, she was absolutely right, her breasts and her whole body were worth being proud of.
According to the picture she showed me, I can say that even if someone sees her fingers, her penis will start ejaculating, now imagine how much semen my penis must have released in the name of Anju.
But now I started feeling the desire to see more pictures, to feel Anju. Now I started making excuses to write poems, to make my mood.
I stopped and started asking for her pictures.
Now she also started sending me pictures without her face sometimes in greed for a good poem. All the photoshoots were done with a very good camera and the girl or Bhabhi in the photo looked no less than a film heroine, model or Apsara.
Her figure was around 32-28-32, just hearing the measurement of such a figure automatically creates an image of a sexy sensual girl in the mind. Her height must have been around five feet five or four inches. Which was absolutely perfect in terms of her body structure.
Every part of her body had curves and her skin was like milk butter or silky velvet. The background of the picture and the girl’s style, bag, sandals, purse, watch and clothes made it seem that she was from a very good family and a very educated woman.
Now you tell me, if a girl is already so beautiful and crazy, then is it a big deal to write a poem for her? A poem comes out of my mouth just by looking at her. And just thinking of fucking her makes my cock cum.
And now, since we had been talking for a long time, we were slowly getting closer. Now, using the excuse of Bhabhi, she started telling me about the secrets of her life and the hidden desires in her mind. Then after a few days, she said that she also does lesbian with Bhabhi.
Actually, this was not true. She was just joking with me. Even if it was true, it would not have mattered much to me.
I suspected that Bhabhi was Anju, meaning that Anju was showing me her own pics in someone else’s name.
Then, on my insistence, she confessed that Bhabhi was no one else. She was telling everything about herself by calling herself Bhabhi.
Then, I sex chatted with her by making her Bhabhi and I became her brother-in-law.
Our trust in each other started increasing. I don’t know whether she trusted me or not, but I started trusting her a lot, I started telling her everything considering it as my own, now I did not hide anything from her.
But she did not talk to me daily, then I used to chat with other people apart from her, which she also did not have any problem with. And during the chat, many Bhabhis had asked me to write their sex stories, so I also asked Anju whether she also wants to get her story written?
I also told her the condition of getting the story written that for that I will first meet you and fuck you and then I will be able to write the feelings of that time in the story.
So she said that first you write the story, if you like the story then you will also get a chance to meet.
Then seeing a hope of meeting, I happily said ‘yes okay’ and asked some important things for writing the story.
I told Anju that when my story ‘Muslim Misunderstanding’ and its next part ‘Atmadarshan from Sex’ will be completely published, then I will start writing your story. So she also expressed happiness by asking me to write a little faster.
When the time came to write the story, a few days ago I asked her what her name would be in the story and also confirmed some important things, because in a true story, only if everything is correct, then it is fruitful.
I also asked her whether she would do a threesome in the story or would like to be fucked alone and what kind of sex she wants, wild or comfortable.
So she also gave a bold answer- yaar, even the husband fucks her comfortably, if there is a little rubbing and deep fucking, and if there is a threesome or group, then it will be fun. I want men to keep fucking me with big cocks for hours, until I get tired and fall down.
I said- okay Rani, now I will fuck you like this only.
And I also asked for a picture of her pussy and boobs.
Friends, the longer you fuck the pussy, the longer the fucking, the more the pleasure increases, just like the more you chew the chewing gum, the more the pleasure increases, so you all are intelligent.
Stay tuned to the story… there is going to be a lot of fun ahead.
