Adultery Across Rooftops by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She would have to teach him this too; not a frantic gobble at her pussy but a more measured, cadenced tonguing of her cunt would do wonders. She let out a long sigh. So much to do, teach, find and research. She loved youth for its unending desire; she loved youth for the number of things it allowed her to teach.

This however, was the time for a plain, raw fuck. To initiate the boy. To take the edge off her own pent up desire.

She pushed his head back. Pleasurable though it was, it was not how she wanted to be eaten. Training him was the key. For now, she lay down on the floor, holding her legs up and open, inviting him to enter her. He lay with his head between her legs and sucked violently. This was a better effort and she jerked in a spontaneous, small release. She clutched at his head and whined her pleasure. He was insatiable – this was going to be fun.

He kneeled between her legs and crept forward, his cock over her cunt. She held him and guided him in. He rested his upper body on his arms placed on either side of her. Then, as if he was riding his bike, Sham commenced a steady, rhythmic pounding of the woman under him. She held his ass feeling the muscles clenching as he fucked. His fucking increased in force steadily. Soon, Sheila's breasts were jiggling to the hard ramming. Her head was nearing a wall as he pounded up into her, and they slowly slid closer to the wall. She put her hands on top of her head to prevent hurting herself but Sham was now unmindful. And became more and more animal.

He leaned forward and sucked and gnawed at her breasts, thrusting continuously. He grabbed a towel and dried his cock and her cunt from the juices they had generated. And then re-entered her when both were mostly dry. Taking advantage of the friction, he rammed himself into her making her scream in pleasure and agony. Sheila grabbed at him and clung on as her cunt spewed its release of one more orgasm. This was a more watery release which reduced the slickness of her cunt.

The young man who had come twice in quick succession was still nowhere near cumming. Sheila could fuck for hours and in various positions. But today was after a long time and she felt unprepared for a sudden ratcheting up of sexual activity like this. Her pussy worked to make him cum. But he pounded on.

She wiggled and thrust back; it only made her own cumming more intense. He ploughed into her as if to make up for her past.

She ringed his cock, thrusting her hand between them, to make it release. It made him more animal and she creid out in ecstasy as his cock took her in a new angle.

She tapped her heels on his ass and this time he shuddered. She repeated the pattern with gusto.

Sham started to sob in great big heaves.

"Aunty!" he slobbered. She ringed his cock again.

"Aunty! Aunty! Aunty!" he screamed in uncontrolled release.

This time she felt he was too loud. It was she who made the noises while copulating and this was the first time she was hearing her partner scream. It sounded too loud!

"Sheila aunty," she murmured, covering his lips with her long fingers.

"Sheila aunty! Sheila!" he hollered. He could not leave out the aunty. It did not sound respectable, he thought incongruously. "Aunty!" he added as he felt he had to be careful in how he handled this wonderful woman.

"Yes, baby! Your Sheila Aunty!" she cooed, as she felt relief that the pounding was about to come to an end for now. She wanted a stud like him. But for later. Right now she wanted this to end.

"Sheila aunty! Sheila aunty! Sheila aunty!" repeated Sham in a tremulous voice as his orgasm eluded him. He was on the brink. The pleasure was intense. It was great to be here. But he also wanted to fill her.

"Fuck me! Fill me baby!" she encouraged him. It did the trick, as it usually did.

"But I don't want this to end!" he wailed as his cum shot forth.

"It won't!" blurted out Sheila, gasping in her own, uncounted orgasm. "I am here. Fuck me when you like. "

"Yaaaah?" he asked as his cock spewed despite his wanting to stop it.

"Yes! And however you like it!" she cried out, cumming in unison with him.

"Will you take me like this again?" he gasped, as he thrust fully, holding his penis deep in her at the moment of its spurting.

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"Oh yes!" she exulted, feeling the warm surge in her womb. "Fill me. Like this. Again and again!" she gasped thrusting back at him.

Oh! This was beautiful! She wanted this kind of animal like lovemaking so much! A dam had been breached within her and she knew it. She rocked him, couching his penis in her, milking him as he came in a final series of tremors. And then he collapsed on top of her, his cock releasing small dribbles as he came in a number of small releases. She felt him resting on her breasts, coming to rest on her like a felled beast. She caressed his back with hands and her heels, rocking him. The poor boy was breathless from his exertions. She herself was aching with a wonderful stretching that only a young man could give her.

She pushed him off gently, gasping as she felt him vacate her. He flopped on his back and lay there with his penis still erect, now slick once again with a mix of their juices. Sheila laughed, "You came to see aunty! Did you see enough of her, or is it I who saw you?"

Sham was still breathing heavily and looked over at Sheila who too was on her back, large breasts heaving from her own exertion and looking well and truly taken. Sheila was fulfilled and knew she had found a new lover. She snuggled up to him and put her leg across his body; he jumped as her leg hit his cock, threatening to hurt him.

"Sorry!" she laughed. She rested her head on his broad chest. Reaching behind she found a sheet and used it to cover them. Then through the sheet her fist gripped his cock and stroked him gently. Once, twice and then thrice. Then she slid her hand under and felt the semi-dry cock. It was hard as ever. She kissed the chest, hand still working on the flesh.

"Are you usually free at this time of day?" she asked toying with him. "This boy has promise," she thought to herself as the penis swelled back to its pre-fuck hardness.

"Aunty!" groaned Sham. "Yes!"

"Yes to what?" she teased. "This?" she asked with a stroke of the fistful of cock "Or free at this time?"

He gagged at her masterful stroking and turned toward her once again grabbing a breast to counter attack her at.

"Shhh!" she soothed him. "Rest now," she said, releasing him and freeing herself from him. "This is just the beginning. Aunty has lots to show you. And wants you to lot of things," she said. Her mind was on how much she wanted him to eat her. And for to eat him. And to fuck. And to be fucked.

Sheila was reborn as her old self once again. Sham clung to this wonderful woman and allowed himself to drift into slumber, his mouth on her breast and head resting on her. It was a new beginning for both of them. One with a lot of promise.

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Across Rooftops - The Tutor

He was asleep and she let him get his rest. Sheila had napped just before Sham had shown up at her door. She quickly discovered that she had been spotted in her little pleasure garden on the rooftop. It did not take her long to figure out why he had called on her. The young man, all of nineteen years in age had his blood surging with hormones and wanted to see if he could strike up a friendship or more with this woman he had spotted from his roof top.

She has played and pleasured herself with her usual wild abandon on the assumption she could not be seen. Actually, Sham had seen her play with her breasts and use the water hose to bring herself to orgasm. And before she could gather herself and freshen up, there he was at the door.

The expert seductress that she was, she sized up the boy wonderfully well. Her own self-control of the last few years did not help. Trying to bring up her own teenaged son in a better environment prevented him from indulging herself in young males the way she had for years before. In Sham she sensed opportunity to indulge her carnal craving without compromising on the home environment she wanted. In any case, in her hunger she justified everything she wanted to do to herself.

And so, after several years, Sheila found herself in a familiar situation: that of a teacher. And here was her student, lying knocked out but not down – for his erection was unabated. She had still not seen it any state but that.

The first round, of initiating him to sex was quick but consisted of more than one round of actual copulation. His untrained and urgent approach tired her out sooner but that was also because she was unused to vigorous sex; and Sham was vigorous if anything.

She allowed it. First bring him in and allow him to feed in frenzy. Then he would be calm enough to be tutored in the art of pleasuring Sheila. To be honest, she too fed on him with frenzy. For a woman used to a string of lovers the prolonged celibacy proved too much. She rode him initially, intending to take her full pleasure but he could not hold out. Then she had him pound her but it lacked the finish she was used to.

So, while she was ragged with the fucking, she was hardly satiated. In fact, the idea of having to teach him the details of pleasuring her drove her wild as she waited for him to wake up. She went over the details of all the things she needed to teach him. She wanted him to learn to eat her to orgasm. He also had to learn to fuck her from behind; it felt so wonderfully animal and forceful. And then there was sixty-nine.... All of these had to be taught one by one, but punctuated by better kissing, riding, fucking and foreplay.

So much to do! And Sheila knew the young man might not be able to stick to her sequence of lessons. Nor she to her intended script. Two wild people: it would be a long series of lessons, detours included.

All these thoughts raised her body temperature to one of intense sexual fever. She needed him. She needed that the orgasm to end all orgasms: the one his tongue could bring. She eyed the clock. How much time had she before her son returned? The boy would have to out before then. And the maid who came in for an hour to do the house? The maid was by herself not such a big problem for her own bedroom was out of bounds for the servants. This part she maintained by herself. There were just too many valuables and she could not be bothered with locking up things in this room which was her haven from the whole wide world. It was a room where she did not have to think of anything or anyone. This was where the real Sheila lived they way she wanted to live.

She thought all these thoughts and her hand idly slid down her tummy and she twirled her pubic hair. Her hand moved up and down her torso, occasionally venturing further than the pubic hair, as she contemplated sliding her fingers in. Her tummy was damp with mild perspiration from the exertions of their session. As she patted around to find a sheet or towel to dry herself a bit the doorbell rang.

Sheila threw on her caftan. She thought a bit about it and then locked her room and slipped the key into her pocket. What if some circumstance presented itself and the maid accessed the room? She could not let her find this young Adonis lying nude, erection and all, in her bed.

She rapidly went down the stairs. It was the maid. She let her in. No instructions. Sheila's house was kept to order. The clothes would be in the wash basket. The vessels would be in the sink. Takeaways of yesterday's leftovers for the maid would be found in their allotted place. And Memsahib Sheila's space was out of bounds as usual. That was Sheila. Perfect in keeping house.

Leaving the maid alone as she often did, Sheila ran up the stairs quickly and found herself quite sweaty by the time she reached her room. She had already been warm; the quick walk down and back up the stairs made her really hot.

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That heat was nothing compared to the hot frenzy into which she had built herself thinking of her young lover waiting to be woken, taught and taken. She quickly lifted the caftan over her head and let it drop to the floor. Holding her hands to her breasts, she gently toggled her erect nipples and kneeled on the bed, his legs between her knees. And she slowly waddled up the prone body. As she moved up she found herself having to spread her knees wider. It lowered her pubis tantalizing low over his body and it seemed her pussy would snag his penis.

That was something she didn't want. There was every chance it would slide in. There was every chance she would succumb to the rawest of sexual hungers. There was every chance she would feed on him like a slut rather than teach him the art of pleasuring Sheila.

She rose over the impediment and lowered herself across his broad chest. It was just way too broad for her pubis not to scbang his chest. She tucked her knees in near his arm pits and held the head board of the bed in her hand. She lowered her tummy and ran it on his face. His lips smeared her and he awoke to the aroma of Sheila's heavenly body. She moved up till it was the pubis – steaming, hot and open- at his face. It seemed to her like a molten cauldron ready to melt down on him. Then she ran her body down, the pubis smearing his chest with her fluids. As she went lower her breasts touched the top of his head.

Sham could only see and smell wondrous sights of this woman. He tried to reach for those heavy breasts, hanging under their own weight. She slapped his hand down. Her hair cascading over his face she whispered into his ear, "Time to learn lessons from aunty, dear!" And then she continued to graze his body with her torso and pubis. On one such trip down she brought her face level to his face.

Her face, he noted was a radiant red with the bindi – the dot on the forehead - smudged and smeared in the careless lovemaking.

"Stick your tongue out," she commanded. He obeyed.. Sheila nibbled on it, sucking into her mouth the wet, hot tongue. It felt wonderful to both of them. She squealed as she felt pleasure in sucking his tongue in and pushing it out. Sham reached under and found her pubis and tried to find the slit and push in his fingers as she had shown him previously. But this time she grabbed his wrist and restrained him.

"Not your hand," she smiled at him. "Keep that tongue firm and out," she instructed him. She dueled his tongue with hers and found his tongue moving. "Firm," she hissed at him. Then she tested his tongue again and again, and finding him holding firm, she made a satisfied 'Mmm" sound.

"Now, relax your tongue. And now stretch it out and hold firm" she ordered him. Quickly shimmying up she allowed his tongue to draw a line on her torso, down past her navel till it lay lurking under her pubis. Sheila shuddered at the delicate touch of his tongue. Now she lowered herself and ran the bushy pubis on the broad tongue. She felt the rough, broad surface of his tongue. She ground on to his face, feeling his face on her pussy lips.

Sham grabbed at her ass pulling her down wanting to bury his face in her pussy.

"Easy," she gasped, excited by the urgency he showed. "Focus on the point of contact."

"Nnh!" she grunted happily as he showed his ability to focus. "You don't have to feel anything but the – ah! – openness of my pussy. Can you feel it?" she asked, trembling. Her voice was shaky with desire.

"Mmf," came his muffled reply. Once again he tried to press his mouth against her pussy. She hunched over as it sent a ripple of pleasure through her. "Un-hunh!" she protested. The student was impatient. He had to be taught how to be totally focused on delivering her pleasure with a calm focus.

She let go of the head board which she had gripped tightly with both hands to balance her pussy over his tongue and mouth. She gripped his head in both hands holding his face around the ears and looked down. She could see her two breasts heaving and past them down, the boy's bewildered face. "Focus on me!" she said. "Watch.'

She leaned back resting her bottom on him. He could feel the sticky hot besmirching of her soppy channel on him. She reached back with her hand and with some effort found his cock. In this position her breasts, large and heavy as they were, were upturned and pointed upwards arrogantly, defying gravity. Sham wanted to hold them, but Sheila had shown him who was in charge.

Moreover, she had his cock which was seeping fluid in her grip.

"I can pleasure you like this," she said, holding him tight in her fist and shoving down hard. Sham winced as the rough fisting gave him pleasure but also brought on an intense desire to be rapidly fisted. "You might want more of it," said the experienced woman, "But it would finish soon."

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"Whereas this," she said, letting go of him – at which he groaned in frustration – "Is more like what you actually want."

Expertly, she moistened her fingers with his secretions. Using just her thumb, forefinger and middle finger, she rotated the head of his cock gently, touching all of the sensitive zone on his head with each finger in turn as her hand rotated. Her eyes were fixed intently on his face as she looked for the response she wanted. His mouth opened and he gasped as he felt three caresses in the spot that mattered the most in quick succession. His body shuddered.

Taking advantage of the further secretions now, she slid her hand gently down the pillar. She felt heat soaring between her legs as she felt how hard and broad his cock was. Sham could have sensed it if his mind was alive to anything but his cockhead. The hand cam back up and soon the troika of fingers formed the massaging head and she twirled her hand expertly. Each finger passed the erogenous zone on his cockhead and the poor boy shuddered, enslaved by her skill.

He thrust his hips up desperate for more, and she was there to give him more as her fist formed a lubricated glove for him to fuck. Down, then back, up, scooping even more of his precum. Gently, but firmly, focusing on all the right things that drive a man wild, she fisted him. Pleasure- but not its culmination. Making love to a man was like swimming, biking she thought to herself. The memory comes back spontaneously even if you haven't done it for a while.

She slid down his body, intending to provide him relief from the mad desire she had aroused. After all, he was her student, not a slave, not someone to be tortured. Gazing lovingly at the phallus in her hands now, she covered it with her lips and held the head in a ring formed by her lips. Using just two fingers she masturbated the shaft of his penis. He shuddered his pleasure, moaning and begging her obscenely, "Sheila! Ah! Fuck meeee! Oh, fuckkkkkk!"

The lips pressed down hard, curbing the nature of his release. His orgasm receded even as his shaft seemed to pulsate in release. He had his pleasure – but not its culmination.

She looked up from his cock at him. If he cared to look down he would have seen her, radiant as ever, with his streaky fluids in strands from her lips to his anatomy. Sheila now came up on all fours, prone on her victim like a tigress. She shimmied up and regained her post atop his face.

"That tongue!" she commanded and this time, dutifully he held out a broad slab of flesh for her to pleasure herself on. Holding the bed headboard, she pushed her ass out. It opened her legs wider than ever – though her pussy was already agape. Moving her body in an arc, the cunt formed an arc for which the point of contact with his body was his chin. And as she moved upward, the tongue snagged the lips. The tongue slathered the clit and the broad tongue pushed broadly against the lips that followed.

When she ran her body down, the arc started from the base of her pussy, stroking the wider and wetter lips till the clit came to find the tip. Sheila shuddered violently as the tongue found its mark better. "Yah!" she exclaimed at the precise moment. She wanted Sham to know that this was the high point of the tongued caress. Pressing down harder as irrepressible desire took grip of her, she ran the top of her pussy – the joining of lips, the clit and all, down and hard on the chin bone, taking a shamelessly large dollop of pleasure.

This time her "Yah" was guttural, longer and encouraging. 'Indicate which act bestows the most pleasure', she recalled from the manual for instructors. It was this, it was this, it was this!

In long sensuous grinding arcs of her hips she repeatedly grazed her pussy along tongue and chin. This was the point at which she would have loved variations. "Patience," she said to herself, gritting her teeth.

For her, sexual pleasure was not of one single kind. Like different varieties of mango each with their own distinct taste, different varieties of pleasure had their own distinct vocabulary. And in that, cunnilingus was a class apart.

Within that, there were variations which she hungered – for each separately. Fingers thrust into her pussy, fucking while she was being sucked. At other times, those fingers curled and searching and stimulating the inside walls of her pussy. But then, on still other occasions her body demanded the fullness of a throbbing cock – fingers would not do; even as her clit was being thrashed. For that, she taught her man to use a cucumber. Or better still a dildo-shaped vibrator. And of course, nothing – no vibrator – could replicate the throbbing of the shaft of a penis which emanated from within. Having a cock stretch her out and pulsate while a tongue was busy on her clit was more like a rare treat. It involved arrangements, but when they could be made, the pleasure was of a different magnitude.

"Right now, we must learn to walk before we can fly," she said to herself. As the grinding grew more intense, her need for release grew to a new peak. There was nothing "plain vanilla" about having her pussy eaten. It was all a matter of scale and degree. This was lovely, as beautiful as anything. And the boy was a good learner.

"Now!" she called out to him. "Do you know where it matters – ah! – the most – aah?" she asked, doing the nuanced work of pleasuring herself on her own.

"Mm! Yes!" came the muffled reply from beneath.

Bracing herself for the storm to come, she commanded in a voice laden with expectancy, "Then go for it! Suck me! Use your tongue! Yes, there! There! Oh, yes!" she coaxed him. He was a good student. Feeling around with his tongue, Sham found the slick knob of flesh and flicked his tongue tip rapidly, feeling her fluids collect on his face. She was open, agape, thrust downwards and there was only one way for her secretions to flow: down on his face. He felt it on his nostrils. Down his chin. Partly her secretions. Partly his own saliva from keeping his mouth open and tongue stretched out.

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Sheila fucked his face for good measure. Her grip on the headboard tightened till her knuckles were white as she rocked on his face. Her thrusting became insistent. The headboard banged against the wall. Sheila thought of the paint finish on the wall taking marks, but that could not be helped.

She thrust down harder and harder, riding the upcoming storm with a ferocity. Sham gripped her sumptuous ass in his hands, trying to hold the target steady. Sheila was thrashing about, her head flinging from side to side. The thumping of the bed against the wall grew more violent. In this unusually quiet house, the sounds were not lost on the maid working the rooms below. She stared up the stairs at the closed door at the end of the landing. It seemed like any other day. Then came the muffled noises.

"Yes, you bastard! You, young beast! Eat me! Eat me! Yah!" Sheila hollered, banging down on the Sham. Sham did his best to keep his focus. He was distracted. His own penis was aching for attention. The breasts above him were flapping and making slapping noises. He wanted to hold those massive mounds. And there was this sluice gate in front of his face. He wanted desperately to get a good score with Sheila Aunty. He wanted her, he wanted all of this. And he wanted more. Most of all, he wanted to own the woman's pleasure. He wanted to love her, tame her and possess her.

His hands grabbed wildly. His mouth lapped at the pussy. Valiantly, and more or less successfully, he kept Sheila going in the direction of release.

"Hnnh!" grunted Sheila loudly, hips thrust forward, breasts captured in his hands and mauled as the first wave slammed into her. Then she pulled her hips back and jabbed forward to take the second wave of pleasure. She pinched her own nipples and screamed, "Sham!" She fucked down vigorously as her body took over. She thrashed, flailed and pounded down on the youth beneath her.

"Now!" she bellowed. "Now do me as you please! Suck! Bite! Eat! Maul" she cried out.

He clawed and slapped her as he sought to bring her to control. His tongue was aching but he did not stop. He closed his mouth on her pussy as best as he could and sucked. A loud slurping noise emerged as his open mouth proved inadequate to cover the chasm between her legs fully. Sheila squirted thick jets of cum on to his surprised face: he didn't know women ejaculated like men.

Sheila made animal sounds of pleasure, grunting, groaning and shouting obscenities.

"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Oh, yes! Yah! Take me! Take me! Take meeee!" she wailed as her insides poured out onto the boy. He let it all flow. Not drinking or sucking anything. Just tonguing to ensure she got her fullest release. His chin and neck was soaked in her fluids. He continued his ministrations and the thumping slowed to a standstill. Sheila was now the picture of intense concentration.

She raised her hips a wee bit to put them out of reach of his tongue – she could take no more. But her mind was focused on the tremors still lashing her body, the aftershocks of her first, truly intense cumming in years. At this time, the only thing that mattered was Sheila herself. The young man under her was merely an instrument to deliver this pleasure. His job done he did not exist at this moment. The only thing was she herself, and her pleasure. And she stayed there with that, savoring every little frisson.

There was a prolonged silence, during which the maid concluded that whatever it was had passed without incident.

Satiated Sheila knew she needed to give her young lover what he had earned. A break was needed for her and she took it in her own characteristic style. First she leaned down and kissed the young student on his lips. She tasted herself. She liked the taste. Women tasted beautiful she thought to herself, thinking of times when she had done that, too.

She swiveled around and sank her face down on the cock, unattended and craving attention. Sham found himself looking at Sheila's wide hips and ass and then the pussy sank back on his face. He nuzzled her; she took him in her throat. She allowed her saliva to drench the pillar. Then in a slow bobbing of her head she gave him head. She knew it was new to him. But she knew that soon it would be on his menu card right on the top. No man ever went to bed without her mouthing him, or sucking him, even if only briefly. And often it was not brief.

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Men loved it. And she taught him what he was going to grow to love. She fucked him with her mouth. His hips thrust up and tried to take command but that was not how it worked. Soon his efforts shifted to replying with action on her pussy; but at some point she could take no more of that and raised her pussy beyond the comfortable reach of his mouth.

She kissed his scrotum and the sac. Turning her head to reach that caused his cock to stain her cheek. This too, the warmth of his cock against her cheek was something he would come to love and want. So, too, the pillar slapping against her face, neck and chest. She moved forward and allowed the breasts to slap against the cock. She anointed the cock with each nipple, staining herself with him.

He groaned his pleasure: this woman was just out of his wildest wet dream. She was leaving nothing for another day, for another dream. He caressed the back of her thighs, kissed her ankles and stroked her legs. She enjoyed that. It told her that this young man had the potential for true sensuality. But later.

Right now – he needed to be fucked.

She moved forward, her back still to him. Holding his ankles she raised her hips above his well slathered cock. Sham caressed her ass and tried to hold her by her hips from behind. It was a facile gesture. The woman was in command. Sheila shuddered in anticipation at the pleasure that was to come from the difference in the angle of penis against pussy. She slid down taking him in up into her in one swift slide down.

Clenching her muscles she provided the silken sheath which was to ride the reddening, maddened cock to its release. Manipulating herself expertly, Sheila ran her pussy walls against the zone she had previously discovered on his cock. He gagged at the precision with which pleasure was delivered. He needed to hold his beloved Sheila Aunty. He tried to sit up and succeeded partially. From here he clawed to get some of each breast in his hand.

She arched her back, leaning back. Reaching for his head, she caressed him. Like a solider riding a steed, she rode him. But because she had leaned back, he was not fully loaded into her. She had to be careful lest he slip out. And she could not do with a sudden vacuum in her pussy at this instant. She rode just the top part of his penis, the head rotated and caressed by the outer third of her pussy.

"What do you want?" she whispered seductively as she turned her face to kiss him; those wide somewhat thick lips – he now knew why god had made her like that. For him. He sighed into her open mouth and his hands took possession of her cushiony breasts. He kneaded them tenderly. Like she had taught him. Like she had taught him everything else.

"Do you want to suck me?" she whispered into his mouth, still rotating her hips in a gentle grind. The movement was incessant. Like the waves of the sea, she moved on him, never giving pause to his pleasure.

He nodded, kissing her sloppily in the heat of his desire for her. She nodded and smiled at him sweetly. "Young man, if you can fuck me and pleasure me as I want, then you can expect the same from me," she seemed to say. She was there for him, now – for his pleasure.

She raised herself and placed her body forward on her hands. Rapidly falling back on him and rising she fucked his cock in rapid motions and soon she was quivering with her own release. She sensed he might cum. As her body took its pleasure and finished, she lifted herself off and grabbed the slick, waving cock. She pressed the head deftly between her finger tips, heading off any orgasm or release for him.

He groaned in frustration but soon she faced him and cooed to him, "Shhhh!" And then using a term that came to her spontaneously but shocked him, she said, "Mamma will take care of you my dear!"

She sat astride him on his thighs. The cock was jutting up between them. She placed her feet flat on the base of the head board behind him. Her hands gripped the top of the head board. She now had what she called her 'rowing position' ready. She would use her hands to pull her body toward him sliding her pussy on to his cock. And she would use her feet to push back, sliding off his cock, milking it.

Already Sham had his eyes closed as he savored those breasts squeezed against his chest; for almost the first time he had them in his undivided attention. She guided his head down to her breasts.

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"This is what you wanted to do, isn't it?" she asked him tenderly. He kissed the breasts all over, touching her nipples as he criss-crossed the surface of the mounds. He buried his face between them and slobbered on her. Somewhere, he thought he smelt himself. Then he remembered Sheila slapping his waving cock with the weight of the flesh. Soon he was on to her nipples in full. Sucking and milking them.

"Yes, baby! Oh yes! Mamma's got it all for you," she whispered in his ear. The gentle suckling by him, like a calf on a teat was sending tingling shots to her pussy. Her pussy was lying there unattended which would not do at all. She knew her boy had found his ultimate toy and could not be distracted. He played and pleasured her breasts as his new indulgence.

Reaching between she held his cock in her fist. It was proud and standing up at an angle from which penetration was not going to happen. She pulled him down and slid her hips forward expertly. The cock found its sheath once again, slid in and Sheila had her fill. Now she went back to her 'rowing position'. She was set for the final assault.

Sham gasped as he felt her taking him in to the hilt. It changed the position from which he could suck her breasts but he also enjoyed the movement and the breast slapping him in the face. He kept up gamely, sucking and kissing and pressing his face into the breasts as best he could.

Sheila pulled back and rammed forward. She sighed with contentment as the thrust touched her in every part of her pussy, caressing every spot. Then she pulled back again – and gave Sham the time he needed to kiss her breasts. Then she rammed, and this time she uttered an animal grunt, "Uhhrrrr!"

"Aaaah!" she screamed as the thick shaft caressed her clit as she pulled back.

"Hahrrrrrr!" she growled as she thrust on the cock and embedded it in her womb.

The pleasure was intense as the cock penetrated her deepest and as she managed her angles to ensure maximum contact. The wetness from both of them was surging and she found the sensations diminished. She took a quick moment to use a sheet to dry his cock. She stuffed the edge of the sheet up her pussy to dry her own self out as well.

Then quickly, she shook her hair free from her face and assumed her position. Head thrown back she screamed and growled alternately as she rammed his cock again and again. The pleasure rose and Sham felt he was not contributing enough. Hands slipped under her and he clutched her ass, now his chest pressed against her breasts.

"Yes, aunty! You are fantastic!" he murmured into her ear.

She laughed in pleasure as Sham now added his own vigor to her ramming. The cunt slammed on the cock with extra vigor and his fingers were touching her in erotic places around her ass.

"No!" she hissed through clenched teeth and pulled back. The pleasure was seething.

"We!" she said slamming down. "Are!" she said pulling back. "A great –ah! A great ah ah! Fuckkk!" she ended and now hitching herself a bit higher, ran a quick series of rapid jabs at her cock. She had an orgasm impending and she pushed it on taking the pleasure fair and square.

"I love you!" he cried out as his sensations rose to her rapid jabs.

She laughed sensuously. "You love the fucking!" she corrected him. She thrust her chest at him wanting his hands and lips every where.

"No I love you," he sobbed his pleasure, not willing to accept anything less.

"You love this," she said simply, thrusting down to indicate the fucking.

"You!" he cried out, his cock building up and hovering on the edge.

"This!" she hollered, sweat pouring down her face and running seductively down her neck and breasts.

"You!" he wept, holding her ass down on him to stay embedded.

"This!" she fucked harder than ever. The headboard snapped from its moorings and fell between the bed and the wall with a loud crash. "Damn particle board!" she thought to herself. It had never happened on those beds of solid teak in Assam.

Sheila quickly wrapped her hands around her young lover's neck and clung to him, wrapping legs around him. She continued her thrusting.

"Take! Take! Take!" she implored.

"You are mine!" he cried triumphantly as the cock jerked and spewed.

Their bodies slick with sweat, she continued her milking of his cock.

"Take this," she whispered urgently to him.

They clung to each other. Their lips were sealed in a kiss and their eyes were closed. Hands were wrapped around one another. Their chests were pressed hard together. Their groins were mashed together n on messy amalgam. And they quivered and spasmed together. For long moments, they concentrated on each others release, touch and sensations.

Nothing was said and no movements. Then she started rocking gently. In minute dribbles draining both of them out and allowing a slow release of residual pleasure. And somewhere along that path, he plopped out. Conquered. Tamed. Satiated. It was over.

Sheila's thoughts shifted to reality. The maid ought to have left. She needed to check. And this boy had spoken of love. That needed to be tackled. They all needed to be managed.

But she had been through all this before. And she knew how to do it all again. They slid off and held each other. He buried his head in her breasts and lay there savoring the moment. Till Sheila rose to handle everything else that needed handling.

She left him alone, to find his clothes, get dressed and to leave. It was what worked best.

END