08-01-2019, 03:57 PM
Jaya Nessa's Slut Adventures Ch. 09
Nine o'clock at night and Kamesh was floating in a blissful state halfway between waking and dreaming. His long, lean, well-muscled body was immersed in a steaming hot bath. His mind was immersed in lustful thoughts of the afternoon's activities with Suseela his young Aunt.
How they had fucked!
Now it was to get into his aunt's friend's panties and he was sensing the victory, the Whore had watched the proceedings while he'd tit-fucked the Aunt to climax and come off in her mouth, she had sucked his mighty prick hard as he went down on her, lashing her pussy oils to a froth with his knowing tongue. Then he had rolled over on his back and fucked the Aunt till she screamed with sheer ecstasy.
The sight of the slut and vivacious Vatsala and her sexy lehenga (Indian long skirt) riding up her thighs, bright yellow against the pale brown of her otherwise naked body, turned him on immensely -- even hours and hours after the fact that she was to ready for his prick and his Aunt Suseela had set it up well for the copulation between the young man and the woman in flesh business who was looking forward to devour this young man who at an early age of 19 + made milestones with quick victories.
Out there in Kakinada precincts his other loves were waiting upon his return or planning to descend at his College, an idea which was retracted by Rama who did not want to make it complicated for her and Kamesh. Jayanessa was getting restless -- she hadn't tasted a dick like that and she needed the hard cone between her legs in both the holes and badly. She was no mood to seek alternatives.
Back her in Kothapeta near Vizag, after a long luxurious bath - his cock was stirring into lustful life again, his eyes closed languidly, he groped for it beneath the surface of the water, it was already the consistency of bread pudding, and as he lazily began jacking it off, its tip poked up above the water and the cock acquired the hardness of tempered steel.
God, was he ever horny again!
It was too bad Suseela had to leave be home with her parents. If she had not, she could have helped him arouse something other than plain love in her randy whore for his Slut for the night! Even after pumping loads of jism into her mouth and her delectable pussy, his cock could have easily fucked her time and time again!
He had a lot more sexual vitality than most men and he knew it. Of course that meant sometimes, such as now, he'd be squirting his come into open air or bath water. And what a waste that was! Distantly, he became aware of a cool breath wafting over his face and the straining tip of his prick.
It took him a minute to realize that someone had eased open the bathroom door, and closed it just as quietly.
He opened his eyes to narrow slits.
Then they went wide as his eyebrows tried to climb to his hairline. His dream fuck aunt's friend Vatsala was standing there by the tub, looking down at him with a strange light in her amber eyes.
And she was wearing even less than his Aunt had been when he'd balled her that afternoon.
He started to sit up. "What-?" he began and dbanging the towel over his vest rushed out into the bedroom.
"It really is hot," he said.
"Much too hot," she murmured.
He shrugged off his body crossing his arms he pulled the vest off his head. Vatsala's pulse quickened with excitement as she saw his naked torso, V-shaped, hard, strong, hairless, the flat belly, the deep, cleaved chest with small, hard nipples pulled wide and low on either side of the thick pectorals.
Kamesh slung the towel across his neck.
He laughed softly and, hands on his hips, tossed his head back with a sigh of relief as the cool breeze from the fan fluttered over his half-naked body. He was so close to her that Vatsala had only to turn her face to touch his crotch with her lips; and, for a second, she was indeed tempted. But she hesitated, still unsure of his reaction, still waiting, groping.
He bent his head and smiled down at her. She had leaned back in the chair, her eyes closed and now he had a perfect view down her cleavage. He wondered whether he should make the move; but he, too, he hesitated. Instead, he stepped back a pace. He went into the bathroom, hers.
Vatsala sighed softly as she heard the door click, and then, a minute later, the soft gurgle of the toilet flushing.
It was absolutely priceless. His jaw literally dropped and he froze. She pirouetted prettily, her breasts bouncing and sashayed towards him. His eyes devoured her body.
"Like it? Do you like it? Isn't it sexy?" she sang.
"Fuck!" she heard him gasp under his breath. "Oh fuck!"
*Yes, please*, she wanted to say. *God, yes, and quickly, I'm hot*.
She smiled and twirled around.
"Well? What do you think?"
"My god ... it's ... you're ... fantastic!"
"You really think so? You really mean it?"
"God, Vatsala, yes!"
She pouted before the mirror on her dressing table. "You don't think my tits are too big?"
She slid her hands up under her breasts and lifted them in the sweat blouse top she was wearing. He followed her, standing behind her, gulping, his erection raging. He watched as she cupped her breasts, the little fingers and edges of her palms meeting in her cleavage, then slowly squeezing them in an utterly erotic action.
"Tell me, Kamesh" she murmured. "I want to know."
"They're ... perfect ... just perfect ... lovely ..."
"You're just teasing me."
"No ... no ... honestly, I mean it."
"What about my ass? Do you like my ass?" She turned around and pushed her buttocks towards the mirror, her hands on her butt-cheeks. "I think it's too big. Or maybe too small Not right. Just *look* at it!"
"It's beautiful. Vatsala ... you're ... gorgeous!"
She was facing him now, her back to the mirror, leaning forward with her buttocks thrust back at the glass. Her head was on level with his chest. Her breasts swung heavy and low, her nipples barely concealed by the thin strips of her bikini south Indian bra. Her gold necklace glistened against her skin.
"You really mean that?" she whispered, lifting her eyes and looking at him. "You really mean it?"
"Yes ... god yes ... every word, Vatsala!"
She was right next to him, her body almost touching his. Their eyes locked and, in that instant, each knew what the other wanted more than anything else in the world. Her eyes smoldered; her lips parted; her hands slid up from her buttocks, over her flanks and pendulous breasts, touched his hard belly, crawled up to rest on his deep chest as she straightened and stood upright before him. He cupped her neck in his hands.
"Kamesh ..."
"Vatsala ..."
His lips hovered over hers, touched hers, fled away, returned, fled, and then they kissed with a fierce hunger. Her lips, soft and full flowered open under his and her tongue arched into his mouth. Her body was warm and moist against his, and he could feel the fullness of her breasts on his chest. Her fingers roamed his naked torso tenderly, her very touch inordinately erotic.
He caressed her smooth, naked back tenderly, his hands roaming her arms, her shoulders, her hips, down to her buttocks. She squirmed against him, her fingers trickling over his thick biceps, over his chest and belly, running along the upper hem of his shorts.
"Oh god, Vatsala," he moaned softly and she silenced him with another kiss, fiercer, harder, her desire naked and apparent.
"Are you sure my tits aren't too big?" she murmured huskily.
"They're perfect."
"Do you want to feel them?"
His fingers worked into the string straps of her bikini bra and slid them off her shoulders. Vatsala arched her face slowly, her expression suffused with lust, her eyes closed, her neck craned, her lips parted, as he pulled the bra off gently and slid his hands down over her breasts. They were firm and full and high and he groaned softly when they filled his palms. Vatsala whimpered her breath warm and sweet on his face.
"Oh Kamesh yes," she gasped. "Oh god yes!"
Her nipples were nut-hard already, he noticed, her aureoles puckered with excitement. He squeezed her breasts gently, marveling at their fullness and weight and the perfection of their form. His hands slid down and he caressed her naked buttocks and she murmured softly, her breathing heavy, her nostrils flared. He squeezed her buttocks and she ground her crotch against his, gasping as his fingers dug into the cleft between her buttocks.
"You really like my ass, Kamesh? Really, truly?"
"God, yes, Vatsala, yes!"
"Do you ... do you ... want to fuck it?"
Kamesh looked at her stunned and, for one terrible instant, Vatsala thought she had self-destructed. Suddenly, his lust erupted and he squeezed her buttocks hard and kissed her fiercely and she responded in like fashion.
"Oh god, oh god," he muttered. "God, I want to fuck you so hard!"
"Yes!" she gasped, thrilled by his words. "Fuck me, Kamesh! Fuck me hard!"
Vatsala bent her head and slowly licked his nipple. Kamesh gasped softly.
She mumbled, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other. The sensations were exquisite. Her tongue whipped his nipple delicately, rapidly, her teeth scbangd across them, her lips clamped around them and she sucked sharply, let go, sucked again. He gasped and arched his back.
Nine o'clock at night and Kamesh was floating in a blissful state halfway between waking and dreaming. His long, lean, well-muscled body was immersed in a steaming hot bath. His mind was immersed in lustful thoughts of the afternoon's activities with Suseela his young Aunt.
How they had fucked!
Now it was to get into his aunt's friend's panties and he was sensing the victory, the Whore had watched the proceedings while he'd tit-fucked the Aunt to climax and come off in her mouth, she had sucked his mighty prick hard as he went down on her, lashing her pussy oils to a froth with his knowing tongue. Then he had rolled over on his back and fucked the Aunt till she screamed with sheer ecstasy.
The sight of the slut and vivacious Vatsala and her sexy lehenga (Indian long skirt) riding up her thighs, bright yellow against the pale brown of her otherwise naked body, turned him on immensely -- even hours and hours after the fact that she was to ready for his prick and his Aunt Suseela had set it up well for the copulation between the young man and the woman in flesh business who was looking forward to devour this young man who at an early age of 19 + made milestones with quick victories.
Out there in Kakinada precincts his other loves were waiting upon his return or planning to descend at his College, an idea which was retracted by Rama who did not want to make it complicated for her and Kamesh. Jayanessa was getting restless -- she hadn't tasted a dick like that and she needed the hard cone between her legs in both the holes and badly. She was no mood to seek alternatives.
Back her in Kothapeta near Vizag, after a long luxurious bath - his cock was stirring into lustful life again, his eyes closed languidly, he groped for it beneath the surface of the water, it was already the consistency of bread pudding, and as he lazily began jacking it off, its tip poked up above the water and the cock acquired the hardness of tempered steel.
God, was he ever horny again!
It was too bad Suseela had to leave be home with her parents. If she had not, she could have helped him arouse something other than plain love in her randy whore for his Slut for the night! Even after pumping loads of jism into her mouth and her delectable pussy, his cock could have easily fucked her time and time again!
He had a lot more sexual vitality than most men and he knew it. Of course that meant sometimes, such as now, he'd be squirting his come into open air or bath water. And what a waste that was! Distantly, he became aware of a cool breath wafting over his face and the straining tip of his prick.
It took him a minute to realize that someone had eased open the bathroom door, and closed it just as quietly.
He opened his eyes to narrow slits.
Then they went wide as his eyebrows tried to climb to his hairline. His dream fuck aunt's friend Vatsala was standing there by the tub, looking down at him with a strange light in her amber eyes.
And she was wearing even less than his Aunt had been when he'd balled her that afternoon.
He started to sit up. "What-?" he began and dbanging the towel over his vest rushed out into the bedroom.
"It really is hot," he said.
"Much too hot," she murmured.
He shrugged off his body crossing his arms he pulled the vest off his head. Vatsala's pulse quickened with excitement as she saw his naked torso, V-shaped, hard, strong, hairless, the flat belly, the deep, cleaved chest with small, hard nipples pulled wide and low on either side of the thick pectorals.
Kamesh slung the towel across his neck.
He laughed softly and, hands on his hips, tossed his head back with a sigh of relief as the cool breeze from the fan fluttered over his half-naked body. He was so close to her that Vatsala had only to turn her face to touch his crotch with her lips; and, for a second, she was indeed tempted. But she hesitated, still unsure of his reaction, still waiting, groping.
He bent his head and smiled down at her. She had leaned back in the chair, her eyes closed and now he had a perfect view down her cleavage. He wondered whether he should make the move; but he, too, he hesitated. Instead, he stepped back a pace. He went into the bathroom, hers.
Vatsala sighed softly as she heard the door click, and then, a minute later, the soft gurgle of the toilet flushing.
It was absolutely priceless. His jaw literally dropped and he froze. She pirouetted prettily, her breasts bouncing and sashayed towards him. His eyes devoured her body.
"Like it? Do you like it? Isn't it sexy?" she sang.
"Fuck!" she heard him gasp under his breath. "Oh fuck!"
*Yes, please*, she wanted to say. *God, yes, and quickly, I'm hot*.
She smiled and twirled around.
"Well? What do you think?"
"My god ... it's ... you're ... fantastic!"
"You really think so? You really mean it?"
"God, Vatsala, yes!"
She pouted before the mirror on her dressing table. "You don't think my tits are too big?"
She slid her hands up under her breasts and lifted them in the sweat blouse top she was wearing. He followed her, standing behind her, gulping, his erection raging. He watched as she cupped her breasts, the little fingers and edges of her palms meeting in her cleavage, then slowly squeezing them in an utterly erotic action.
"Tell me, Kamesh" she murmured. "I want to know."
"They're ... perfect ... just perfect ... lovely ..."
"You're just teasing me."
"No ... no ... honestly, I mean it."
"What about my ass? Do you like my ass?" She turned around and pushed her buttocks towards the mirror, her hands on her butt-cheeks. "I think it's too big. Or maybe too small Not right. Just *look* at it!"
"It's beautiful. Vatsala ... you're ... gorgeous!"
She was facing him now, her back to the mirror, leaning forward with her buttocks thrust back at the glass. Her head was on level with his chest. Her breasts swung heavy and low, her nipples barely concealed by the thin strips of her bikini south Indian bra. Her gold necklace glistened against her skin.
"You really mean that?" she whispered, lifting her eyes and looking at him. "You really mean it?"
"Yes ... god yes ... every word, Vatsala!"
She was right next to him, her body almost touching his. Their eyes locked and, in that instant, each knew what the other wanted more than anything else in the world. Her eyes smoldered; her lips parted; her hands slid up from her buttocks, over her flanks and pendulous breasts, touched his hard belly, crawled up to rest on his deep chest as she straightened and stood upright before him. He cupped her neck in his hands.
"Kamesh ..."
"Vatsala ..."
His lips hovered over hers, touched hers, fled away, returned, fled, and then they kissed with a fierce hunger. Her lips, soft and full flowered open under his and her tongue arched into his mouth. Her body was warm and moist against his, and he could feel the fullness of her breasts on his chest. Her fingers roamed his naked torso tenderly, her very touch inordinately erotic.
He caressed her smooth, naked back tenderly, his hands roaming her arms, her shoulders, her hips, down to her buttocks. She squirmed against him, her fingers trickling over his thick biceps, over his chest and belly, running along the upper hem of his shorts.
"Oh god, Vatsala," he moaned softly and she silenced him with another kiss, fiercer, harder, her desire naked and apparent.
"Are you sure my tits aren't too big?" she murmured huskily.
"They're perfect."
"Do you want to feel them?"
His fingers worked into the string straps of her bikini bra and slid them off her shoulders. Vatsala arched her face slowly, her expression suffused with lust, her eyes closed, her neck craned, her lips parted, as he pulled the bra off gently and slid his hands down over her breasts. They were firm and full and high and he groaned softly when they filled his palms. Vatsala whimpered her breath warm and sweet on his face.
"Oh Kamesh yes," she gasped. "Oh god yes!"
Her nipples were nut-hard already, he noticed, her aureoles puckered with excitement. He squeezed her breasts gently, marveling at their fullness and weight and the perfection of their form. His hands slid down and he caressed her naked buttocks and she murmured softly, her breathing heavy, her nostrils flared. He squeezed her buttocks and she ground her crotch against his, gasping as his fingers dug into the cleft between her buttocks.
"You really like my ass, Kamesh? Really, truly?"
"God, yes, Vatsala, yes!"
"Do you ... do you ... want to fuck it?"
Kamesh looked at her stunned and, for one terrible instant, Vatsala thought she had self-destructed. Suddenly, his lust erupted and he squeezed her buttocks hard and kissed her fiercely and she responded in like fashion.
"Oh god, oh god," he muttered. "God, I want to fuck you so hard!"
"Yes!" she gasped, thrilled by his words. "Fuck me, Kamesh! Fuck me hard!"
Vatsala bent her head and slowly licked his nipple. Kamesh gasped softly.
She mumbled, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other. The sensations were exquisite. Her tongue whipped his nipple delicately, rapidly, her teeth scbangd across them, her lips clamped around them and she sucked sharply, let go, sucked again. He gasped and arched his back.
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