Pratyusha asked, "Who is he? Your college friend? Do I know him?"

Rekha said, " No, even I don't know him. Just an online friend."

Pratyusha said firmly, No, Akka. It is risky to talk to strangers."

Rekha said, "Ok. Use my mail ID and change the password. I will open another mail ID."

Pratyusha said OK and logged in. Raj was already logged in.

Raj: Hi, Rekha.

Pratyusha: Hi, I am not Rekha; I am Pratyusha, her sister.

Raj: Oh, Pratyusha. Rekha told me about you, that you were alone and bored. Your son is staying with them in the city.

Pratyusha: What else did she tell about me?

Raj: That you are happily married and you are a handsome couple.

Pratyusha and Raj cautiously started, and at the end of an hour, they were chatting easily about movies, songs, actors, and general topics.

On the second day, Raj talked about his family, work experiences, and his visits to foreign countries. Pratyusha felt quite comfortable; he was easy to talk to. He was a gentleman and did not ask any irritating or embarrassing questions. He listened to see if she wanted to share anything.

On the third day, Rekha asked her how her friendship with Raj was going. Pratyusha said it was interesting, nothing more.

On the third day, Pratyusha asked him how he knew Rekha.

Raj: Promise me that you won't shut me out if I tell you?

Pratyusha: Ok, I promise.

Raj: My hobby is erotic story writing; Rekha is my big fan.

Pratyusha: Don't joke, my sister is not like that.

Raj: Do you think all women who enjoy reading sex stories are not morally sound?

Pratyusha: I don't know about others. My sister is orthodox, and she won't like such stories.

Raj: Unless you read, how would you know about my stories?

Pratyusha: You may be a good writer, but you write sex stories.

Raj: Shall I send a few? Read and comment.

Pratyusha: Ok. I am curious to know.

Raj sent a few stories- Riz, train, and bus fuck stories to her email.

It was a fantastic experience for her. In the past, Sunil bought a few sleazy books, but they put her off.

Raj's narration was good; it felt like she was watching a movie, and she was the heroine. Her cunt flowed like a tap, and she fingered her cunt. Even after reading, the scenes in the stories were playing like a movie in her mind, making her hornier and hornier.

When Sunil returned from the office, opened the front door with the key, and entered, he was shocked. Pratyusha was not there to greet him with a hug and kiss.

He thought, "Maybe she is in the bathroom." When he closed and locked the door, he was shocked to find her behind the door, fully naked. She hugged, kissed, and literally pushed him into the bedroom.

Without breaking the kiss, she undressed him, lay on the bed, and spread her legs.

Sunil was already hard, but said, I will wash cock and come."

She dragged him by hand and said, My cunt is on fire. You wash after cooling it with cum."

Sunil pushed cock in one stroke and fucked furiously. After he filled her cunt with cum, he asked, "What is the matter?"

Pratyusha smiled and said, I read a few sex stories and was super excited."

After that day, Pratyusha would chat with Raj, and he would tell the experiences of his chat friends, and she would get excited and finger her cunt a lot, and Sunil was thrilled by the sudden rejuvenation of their fuck life.

After a few days, Pratyusha started chatting quite freely with Raj. She was enjoying the new experiences of the never-ending wetness of cunt and horny thoughts and orgasms.

Raj: Hi

Pratyusha: Hi

Raj: Did you find time to read the other stories sent?

Pratyusha: Yes, they are good.

Raj: Thanks. Just good? Not awesome, etc.?

Pratyusha: No.

Raj: I know, your ego is coming in the way of admitting that you enjoyed it a lot, but never mind. You are still chatting.

Pratyusha: Hmm. Did you send only these stories to Akka?

Raj: I sent many stories.

Pratyusha: Oh. Is Riz real? Not fiction?

Raj: No, in fact, I had a big fight with her. All women want their names and identities kept secret. Riz insisted that her name be used, and her email ID should be given in the stories.

Pratyusha: Why? She is married, and why was she taking a risk?

Raj: I told her the same thing. She was adamant.

Pratyusha: Ohh. How many co..., how many men fu..., had sex with her?

Raj: Pratyusha, why this hypocrisy? Use cunt, fuck, cock words. That will not make you slutty or indecent.

Pratyusha: In our culture, decent women don't use those words.

Raj: In our culture, sex was celebrated and given a high status. Only Muslim and British rulers forced all those ideas into our heads and minds that sex is a sin and shameful.

Pratyusha: I don't believe you. Anyway, tell me how many men had sex with Riz?

Raj: You make a guess.

Pratyusha: 5, 10?

Raj: No. Higher.

Pratyusha: 20?

Raj: No.

Pratyusha: Ok, you tell me.

Raj: Over 5000.

Pratyusha: Impossible. I didn't ask the number of fucks. A number of cocks.

Pratyusha suddenly blushed; she used those words!!! Her cunt went into overdrive. Raj typed as if he didn't notice.

Raj: I am telling a number of cocks only. Shall I put a few fuck gifs? If you don't like them, tell me. I will stop. If you are silent, I will keep putting in chat while we chat.

Pratyusha: Hmm. ok. Are you mad? Even prostitutes' scores in their careers won't be so huge.

Raj: Do you remember all the stories?

Pratyusha had read so many times that she knew every word, comma, and punctuation mark in the story.

Pratyusha: Vaguely.

Raj: Riz goes to a friend's farmhouse on weekends for sex parties. Udaipur is a major tourist destination. One of her friends has a star hotel, so she would bring about 10 cocks. Another friend has many colleges and hostels. She brings about 5 to 10 cocks. So on average, 20 cocks per week, 80 per month, and about a thousand in a year.

Pratyusha: My god, her husband has no idea at all?

Raj: No, he is an unusual specimen. Only business travels all the time, fucks Riz once a month.

Pratyusha: Riz has kids?

Raj: No, I told her to get a baby from her boyfriend. She wants only from hubby, and it is not happening.

Pratyusha: Hmmm.  Does my Akka use all those bad words?

Raj: Yes, she taught me a few Kannada words also, tullu, tunne...

Pratyusha: Stop it.

Raj: Ok

Then there was silence for some time. Pratyusha was excited beyond words; her cunt refused to stop flowing. The gifs Raj was sending were mind-blowing; she was curious to hear about Riz but was hesitating to go ahead with chatting; what would Raj think about her? As if he read her thoughts, Raj typed.

Raj: Pratyusha, I also thought like you. That horny woman existed only in horny men's minds. All women hate sex and sex-related talk or topics.

Pratyusha: It is true, isn't it?

Raj: No, farthest from the truth. Until I bought my laptop, we were all using desktops, and I never visited sex sites. When I bought my laptop, I visited a sex story site, and the stories were awful. I thought I could write better and sent 2 stories. They were a big hit, and many women fans responded. Then I knew women are hornier, have more capacity, and hunger for sex more than men.

Pratyusha: Are you out of your mind?

Raj: No. Even a very horny super stud can fuck maybe 6 times in a day. A woman can fuck more than 25 times in a day.

Pratyusha: Hahaha. Do you know such women?

Raj: Plenty. Riz.Sushma, Priya, Sheela...

Pratyusha: They are all prostitutes?

Raj: Not even one of them. All are well educated, married, and some of them are in top positions.

Pratyusha: Their husbands are ok with their fucking?

Raj: Yes, except Riz. Her hubby doesn't know.

Pratyusha: You said in our culture, sex was not taboo?

Raj: Yes. Have you seen temples? The beautiful figures of sex poses and positions? If fucking is bad, why do we have them in temples?

Pratyusha: True, I saw in a YouTube video about Khajuraho, Konark.

Raj: Not only there, but in South Indian temples also. If you check on Google, there is one Renukamba temple in Chandragutti, Karnataka, where naked women worship the goddess.

Pratyusha: Now, you are joking.

Raj: No, seriously. Check Google. Women take a bath in a lake, walk naked, and visit the temple on a hill. One of my fans told me, he told me that he used to follow his mom and see all that.

Pratyusha: Hmm, he saw his mom naked?

Raj: Not only naked, but he saw her fucking also. It seems men stand on temple steps and offer coconuts to women. If a woman likes a man, she will accept a coconut, and they fuck in the bushes.

Pratyusha: Hahaha. Sounds so funny. Don't tell me your fan fucked his mom also?

Raj: Yes, he did. But after a few years.

Pratyusha: Now stop joking, it is not funny, right? How can a son fuck his mom?

Raj: Mutual liking and consent.

Pratyusha: Don't talk rubbish.

Raj: Hmm. Most sons lust for their moms but get over the urge after they have girlfriends and wives.

Pratyusha: Stupid theory.

Raj: Not so stupid. Depending on times and circumstances, concepts change. During the Roman era, kings and princes married their mothers and sisters.

Pratyusha: They were stupid.

Raj: What about us? In the South, can a man marry his sister's daughter? Brother's daughter and sister's son can marry? Is it not incest?

Pratyusha: Do you know any moms and sons fucking, apart from that idiot fan?

Raj: Yes. Many. Neha, Anita, Vani, and many more. In fact, Neha's mom's group has over 40 members.

Pratyusha: They all have no samskar, no values, no morals. In our society, it can never happen.

Raj: You are very beautiful and sexy. How do you know that your son doesn't have such feelings for you?

Pratyusha was furious. If he were in front of her, she would have killed him for suggesting such a thing.

Pratyusha: Goodbye. Never talk to me again.

Raj: Ok, as you wish. I have sent Vanaja and Sujata stories. Read them. They are real stories. Bye.

Pratyusha was still fuming when Rekha called her.

Before Pratyusha could say hello, Rekha said, Hi, Pratyusha, I have something important to tell you."

Continued in next Volume.