Adultery My Chakkar* With SC by indian_exec2000

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SC too enjoyed soaping and massaging my body, concentrating her attention on my pubic hair, my balls and of course my cock. Under my guidance, she cleaned my cock head after pulling back the foreskin. While warm water sprayed on our bodies, she knelt and sucked my cock, quickly making it hard. She started to move her head back and forth while holding my cock at the base, wanting to give me an orgasm. But I had other ideas. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and helped her up on her feet.


"Today, I'm going to fuck you standing up." I explained.

"Oh no, Sam, please… I am so sore down there!" She pleaded. But my hard cock would not take no for an answer.

"Don't deny me, honey. I have to have you now." I said. I swept off all stuff lying on the counter top, spread a towel and seated her on it. I pushed her back so that she leaned against the mirror. I raised her thighs and rested her feet on the edge of the counter, on either side of her body. This spread her outer pussy lips wide and I could see her inner lips. They were indeed inflamed and deep red, almost purple in color. I probed them with my finger and it was immediately coated with her slippery juices.

"See! Your pussy too needs my cock! Yes?" I asked, showing her my wet fingers and then continuing to probe her pussy.

"Yesss…" She responded, leaning her head back, closing her eyes and thrusting out her breasts.

I held her by her thighs, positioned my cock at her hole and commanded, "Look at me!"

As she opened her eyes, I held her gaze with mine and rammed my cock in with a hard shove.

"Ooofff…!" She responded as her breath was driven out explosively.

I was refreshed and vigorous after a good night's sleep and a shower. My testicles and prostate had worked overtime and I was fully charged. She was warm, wet and naked, her pussy was splayed open and her breasts enticingly thrust outward. There was an indescribable look of raw sexual hunger in her passion-reddened eyes, raising my excitement to fever pitch. I could not hold back anymore.

I took my pleasure, ramming her pussy with hard, deep, violent thrusts, not caring one bit for her sore, aching pussy, until I climaxed and started spurting semen deep at the very entrance of her womb. SC was an amazing woman. From being a complete novice, in a short time she had turned into a well-tuned sexual instrument, sensitive and responsive to my smallest touch or merest gesture. No wonder then that she too immediately followed with her own shattering orgasm.

At last, she had had enough. Although exhausted and in a post orgasmic daze, she pushed me off of her with a great exercise of will power as well as physical strength. My still hard cock was pulled out of her pussy with a sucking sound and my thick white semen started to leak out on the towel she was sitting on.

"Go! I must get ready now. Else I'll never be able to leave!" So saying, SC pushed me out of the bathroom and locked herself in. When she emerged after a good half an hour, she was dressed in her usual style – conservative blouse, print sari, no makeup other than a bindi, mangalsutra around her neck etc. Her long, thick, straight, damp hair hung unbraided down her back, gathered together at the nape of her neck by a clip. There was a small but conspicuously visible amount of sindoor freshly applied on her forehead at the hairline. A barely noticeable inflammation of her eyelids was the only outward sign that hinted at the orgy of sex we had experienced in the last few hours. She looked stunningly attractive and sensuous.

She handed me a bundle – her soiled clothes, including the special sari and blouse that she had changed into after arriving in my room.

"I can't take these clothes home. They smell of you. Could you please get them washed somewhere, darling?" She asked.

"Sure." I said, unfazed.

"And oh, I forgot. I can't take these either. Do keep them safe for me to wear when we meet next." So saying, she handed me the silver necklace and anklet that I had given her.

"No problem." I said, "But you never told me whether you liked them!"

"Of course I did, my darling! Didn't I tell you?" She said as she came close, clung to me tightly and planted a light kiss on my lips. "But now, I must go!"

"Just a moment. Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked.

"What?" She asked. I turned her so that she faced a mirror and pointed to the sindoor on her forehead.

"Well, I'm a married woman. Haven't I the right to wear it?" She asked archly.

"Yeah, sure. But do Kannadiga women wear sindoor? What will your sister-in-law think?" I persisted.

"Sam, this is Bombay, not Mercara or Dharwad. Nobody will say anything. And if my sister-in-law thinks it is strange, let her. I don't care and I don't owe her any explanations." She said and then jauntily walked out of my room.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

My long affair with SC continued; we kept meeting on an average once a month whenever I visited Mumbai on business. We were extremely careful to meet in total secrecy. As I have described earlier, our meetings usually took place in anonymous rooms of large, busy hotels near the airport whose normal clientele were transit passengers and where the hotel staff would be unlikely to remember us. Even so, I never chose the same hotel for two consecutive meetings. We mostly met in the evenings after office hours. While most of our meetings lasted just for a few hours, on a few occasions (some of which I've described before) we were able to spend a longer time together.


SC awoke intense passions in me and drove me to such heights of creativity and performance that I sometimes marveled at my own sexual appetite, stamina and endurance. However, I can honestly say that our relationship, although illicit, did no harm to anybody: not even to SC's hubby, or to my wife (although I daresay that they would be completely traumatized if they came to know of our Chakkar even today). I never neglected my wife in any way on account of my affair with SC. In fact my wife was a happy beneficiary of my heightened sexuality and renewed vigor, though she remained blissfully unaware of the real source of my inspiration and energy. I guess I am just a naturally polygamous man who is at his best when servicing many women!

Although married and a mother, SC was a complete babe in the woods in sexual matters when she first met me. Her hubby's occasional and clumsy gropings had merely awakened SC's dormant sexuality, without leading to fulfillment. This had resulted in a strange sense of unease, an unfulfilled longing that made her edgy and waspish, although she didn't understand the cause. She used to snap at her hubby over minor things, without quite knowing why. This unsatisfied sexual appetite also drove SC to throw herself at me, although her conservative upbringing caused her contrariness, inability to recognize her own needs and refusal to surrender herself to me. But once I had forcefully overcome her initial resistance, SC proved to be an amazingly adept, willing, even enthusiastic student and partner, quite comfortable with her own newly acknowledged sexuality. Once I started satisfying her physical needs on an ongoing albeit infrequent basis, her shrewish behavior towards her hubby also abated. In fact their relationship became happier than ever before.

While our relationship was primarily based on a gut level physical attraction, it was by no means confined only to sex. SC was a very practical and down to earth person; falling for me was perhaps the only thing she ever did that was out of character. Early on, I had discovered that she had a sharp, savvy mind and keen powers of observation and inference. She also had a sound money sense and I profited by following her advice and suggestions on making investments. She also continued to provide me inside information on the happenings in my old company and this too proved to be very useful on many occasions.

Over the years SC started to take her job seriously. In fact she became quite career minded when she found that she could match her wits with many of the young B-college graduates who started to join my old company in droves as executives. I suppose that the need to provide for a good education for her kids in the face of setbacks suffered by her hubby in his career also had something to do with it. She many times sought my advice and opinion in matters related to her career as well as family, including education and career choice of her children. I know that she and her family benefited by my advice. While she never could break through the glass ceiling, she eventually did rise to become a middle level executive. Not an inconsiderable achievement for a woman rising from the ranks without a business management degree.

Her love and adoration for me never waned. She always made me feel special. She took a keen interest in my career, encouraged and supported me during tough times and took great pride in my many successes. In truth, she became in some ways closer to me than my wife.

After having agreed to my terms for continuing our relationship, SC never made any demands on me; she accepted whatever I was able to give her with good grace. She was a proud, self respecting person, not at all the submissive, doormat type. We always talked on equal terms and she never hesitated to voice her views and opinions. Even so, she became totally submissive when it came to sex. I was always amazed to see her transformed from an articulate, self-confident career woman to a lust-crazed female eager to do my bidding at the merest hint or a gesture from me. Clearly, she took pleasure and pride in satisfying my lust.

SC had no hang-ups and never refused me anything. With her, I explored newer and wilder ways of achieving sexual pleasure. Over time, I think I did everything with her that a man could do with a woman, things I would not have dreamt of doing with my wife. It's not as if my wife was inhibited or a stuck up prude. It's just that aside from being my kids' mother, my wife had a natural dignity and reserve and a Madonna like grace that discouraged me from attempting some of the kinkier acts that I dreamt up from time to time.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Once, SC came up to my hotel room in the early evening. The room was on the third or fourth floor and the window faced west, looking out onto the swimming pool below. It was the month of December and the sun was low on the horizon, shining directly into my room. We stood at the window, looking down; SC was leaning out a bit and I stood behind her. The hotel staff was busy arranging tables by the poolside. Apparently there was going to be a poolside party later in the evening. A few couples were frolicking in the pool. Some of the girls were wearing rather brief bikinis. They appeared to be enjoying the extra attention they were attracting.


"Just look at them! How shameless!" SC observed.

"Ah, yes! But see how they are enjoying themselves! I think most women have an exhibitionist streak in them, but are restrained by their inhibitions. What do you think?" I commented.

"What nonsense! No respectable girl would like strangers to look at her in that way. They must be call girls or something!" She replied.

"Oh, I don't think so. Call girls normally don't waste their time like that. Nor can they afford to swim in five star hotel pools. No, I can bet they are just regular upper or middle class girls having fun at their fathers' or boyfriends' expense. I think most girls as well as married women love to be noticed and appreciated not just for their beauty and smartness but also for their sex appeal. In fact according to me, married women tend to dress more provocatively than unmarried girls, since they've lost some of their inhibitions after having slept with a man. Don't you agree?" I said.

"You are impossible! You know very well what you're saying isn't true. You are just trying to provoke me! And, how come you know so much about call girls?" She asked, rising to the bait.

"Well, just look at yourself! Don't you think there's been a distinct improvement in the way you dress after we started sleeping together?" I asked, conveniently ignoring the bit about knowing call girls.

It was true. She had started to pay more attention to her appearance and there had been a subtle but noticeable change in her hairstyle, the cut of her blouses (shorter, tighter fitting, deeper necklines…), the choice of her saris & the way she dbangd them, all making her look sexier and more attractive than ever before.

She blushed at my compliment and replied, "Well, I feel so much better about myself nowadays… and I like to please you. I'm glad you noticed!"

"There you are! Of course you are dressing to please me. But you also want the whole world to know how sexy, desirable you are. In fact you always wanted to, but were too shy. Tell me honestly, wouldn't you like to be in the place of that girl at the pool and have men drooling over you?' I teased, pointing at one of the girls in a skimpy white bikini.

"No! Never! What if somebody recognized me? I'd die of shame." She replied vehemently.

"Aha! So, what you are really saying is that you don't want to be recognized, but would still love people to admire your assets!" I laughed at her discomfiture. I casually put my arms around SC's waist and leaned into her, nuzzling her neck.

"Shoo… are you crazy? Somebody might see us!" she said and tried to wriggle out of my arms, but I held her tight. Actually, she was right. If somebody looked up, we would certainly be visible, although perhaps not recognizable since we were at quite a height.

"Well, I daresay you have a better pair of breasts than that teenager at the pool! Wouldn't you love to show them to that dark guy with a moustache down there?" I continued with my train of thought, gently caressing and kneading her bare belly, rubbing my crotch against her ass.

"No… no… uhh…" She responded. She was slowly getting aroused.

"No? Really? C'mon, be honest…" I whispered into her ear and gently licked her earlobe. I pulled the sari out of her petticoat and undid the knot of the drawstring, pushing her petticoat down. My hand now roamed freely over her soft, warm belly, occasionally straying over her panties.

"No... ohhh…" She was moaning now, her eyes fixed on the man I had just pointed to. I suddenly had an idea. I fished out a scarf and tied it so that it covered her lower face, but left her eyes clear. Now, she would be not recognizable even to someone having a pair of binoculars.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"Relax SC! Now your face is covered, so nobody's going to recognize you. Go ahead and do it!" I encouraged her.

"No… no… no way!" She kept protesting, but her inhibitions were weakening.

"Just look at him! He's just waiting to peek at your breasts. And you are dying to show them to him! Isn't your pussy getting wet at the thought?" I provoked her, my hand lightly moving over her panty covered mound. I could sense her excitement building as her breathing became irregular and her heart raced.

"Just do it!" I commanded. I knew she was ready, and just needed a little encouragement.

She seemed to be in a trance. With unsteady hands she removed the safety pin securing her pallu in place and let it drop. I continued to massage her belly, now pushing my fingers occasionally inside her panties and running them through her pubic hair. I didn't touch either her pussy or her breasts. She slowly opened the hooks of her front opening blouse and then shrugged it off her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the dark man by the pool. Then, she reached behind and unhooked her bra and pulled it off too. Her torso above the waist was now completely naked. She pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out, holding her breath. By this time the sun had already set and it was quite dark, so no one could actually have seen anything.

"Wow! SC, you have a fabulous pair of breasts. You have made that guy Nagappa so hot and horny; he's come up here and is standing behind you. He is going to take his pleasure with your breasts now…" I said, pulling a name out of thin air.

She was really into the game now and getting quite a kick out of it. I massaged, squeezed and fondled her naked breasts one after the other. Her nipples were hard and erect and felt like pencil erasers as my palm passed over them. I rolled and pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and bit & sucked on her shoulder. She was writhing and moaning, rubbing her ass against my crotch. She turned her head and sought my mouth with her lips, but the scarf tied on her face came in the way. She reached up and impatiently pulled it away and then kissed me wetly, our mouths open and tongues playing with each other. Curiously, she made no effort to turn around. She continued to face the window, in her own mind showing her treasures to the crowd below! I pushed her panties down her hips, so that she was fully naked. With one hand I reached between her legs and ran a finger up and down her drooling slit, while continuing to knead her breasts with the other.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"See how much you are enjoying Nagappa play with your breasts! You'll even beg him to fuck you!" I exclaimed.


"Ooohh…ooohh… aaahh… aaahh…" Her moans were now more like subdued groans, and I continued to torment her breasts and pussy until she finally begged,

"Please… please fuck me… ".

Suddenly, floodlights were switched on at the poolside and the whole area became brilliantly lit. Light reflected upwards was bright enough to illuminate us standing at the window. I hastily pulled her back from the window into the protective darkness of the room. There had been a brief moment when SC's naked torso and her breasts being kneaded by me standing behind her could have been seen by anyone looking up. This drove our arousal to an even higher pitch. I made her kneel on the floor facing the bed, her head and chest resting on it. I quickly took my clothes off and knelt behind her, my cock fully hard and erect, fluid seeping from the head. I pushed her knees apart so that her pussy was open and accessible. A copious amount of pussy juice had oozed out and trickled down her inner thighs, making them slick and shiny. I gathered some up with my fingers and applied it to my erect cock. I positioned my cock at her hole and held her by her hips.

"Nagappa is going to fuck you now!" I said as I forced my hard cock in with one mighty shove. Her pussy was fully wet, slick, ready and waiting to get fucked and my cock rammed home, facing no resistance. I continued to fuck her with hard, deep, rough strokes, holding her shoulder with one hand while pushing the other hand under her to knead her breasts. Her head was turned sideways and eyes were tightly shut as she concentrated her attention on the magical sensations emanating from her pussy, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy. Her hips thrust back to meet my lunges and accept my cock even deeper. She was so highly aroused that in a very short time, she climaxed, while I continued to use her pussy for my own pleasure. A while later, I felt my orgasm approach. I grabbed both her breasts and squeezed hard, simultaneously biting down on her shoulder as my cock spurted semen deep inside her. Then I collapsed over her, panting and sweating like a pig. I felt her heart hammering against my chest and she continued to moan and whimper as she gradually descended from heaven down to earth. On her face was a half smile and an indescribable look of pleasure and satisfaction.

This was one of the few times I had fucked her from behind, doggie style. I prefer the face-to-face fuck: it affords a better look at my woman's face and I like to see the breasts move fluidly in time with my thrusts and also feel her hot breath on my face. But this time I did it from behind as I wanted to preserve the make-believe that it was the imaginary Nagappa who was fucking her. Even so, it was one of the most pleasurable couplings I had had with her.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Upon my arrival in Mumbai one day, I called SC at her office and suggested a meeting in the evening. Normally, she would be eager to meet me and would in fact complain & sulk if there was too long a gap between our trysts. But on that day, she seemed reluctant although she would not directly say no. Her voice sounded a little hoarse too. With a lot of cajoling & pleading, particularly when I explained that we would not be able to meet again for the next several weeks, she finally agreed.


She walked in wearing a conservative sari, her long hair tied in a bun, wearing jasmine flowers. She wore a bindi on her forehead, a mangalsutra indicating her married status and sindoor in the parting of her hair. The sindoor symbolized her commitment to me, although only the two of us knew its true significance. Of course she also wore her trademark bangles from wrist to elbow.

When she came closer, she looked a bit tired, her eyes watery & a little reddish, face flushed – she looked so vulnerable; like a little girl, in fact. Then I realized why she had been so reluctant to meet – she was having a little fever. I could smell fresh toothpaste on her breath; apparently she had brushed her teeth just before coming to meet me. Oddly, the fever made her look even more than normally sexy. I had an instant hard on the moment she put her hand on mine.

I pulled her close and bent to kiss her, but she turned her face away and said,

"No no, Sam, I am feeling so sick... my breath must be stinking. Please don't kiss me. I am not in a mood to do anything today. Can't we just sit and talk?"

So we sat side by side and she snuggled close to me. Her body was hot; she must have been having at least a 101 degrees fever. I put my arm around her shoulders and started gently caressing her face, shoulders and arms with the other hand. When my hand moved over her breasts (she was fully clothed), she stopped me. After a lot of hemming and hawing she finally blurted out that apart from the fever she was also having her period; her breasts were very tender and she was having menstrual cramps.

I immediately felt a rush of tenderness and comforted her as I would comfort a child. I wanted to soothe her stomach cramps and so started gently to rub the strip of exposed belly between her blouse and sari. This seemed to relax her and she adjusted her position to allow my hands better access to her tummy. She closed her eyes and seemed to doze off as I continued to caress her belly. But soon, I sensed a change in her breathing – it was turning fast and shallow and she had started to moan under her breath. She was in fact becoming sexually aroused! I swear I had not touched her anywhere near her sensitive parts, only trying to soothe her cramping stomach.

I loosened the drawstring of her petticoat and pushed the sari down a bit so that almost her entire belly was open to my ministrations. I continued to caress and fondle her stomach, not touching any other part of her body, although once in a while my hand strayed a bit more under her petticoat and I could feel the sanitary napkin inside her panties. I made no effort to reach down into her panties.

She continued to moan softly under her breath for a while until suddenly, almost as if a light had been switched on, her eyes opened wide. She put her arms tightly around me and started kissing and rubbing herself against me.

"Ohh Sam! I need you so badly. Let's do it right now!" She whispered urgently.

This sent a jolt of electricity through my body and my cock that was half aroused all this time became fully erect. She quickly disentangled herself from me, went to the bathroom and returned in just a couple of minutes. She was still fully clothed, but had taken off her glass bangles, remembering the mishap they had caused in one of our earlier encounters.

She lay down on her back, hitched up her sari, opened her thighs and beckoned me with her eyes. She had removed her panties and sanitary napkin and washed her pussy – there was no blood to be seen. I too had in the mean time taken off my trousers & shorts, although I had had no time to take off my shirt. I put a pillow under her hips, bent her legs at the knees, pushed her thighs up and knelt between her open legs. Her pussy was wide open and wet. The combined smell of her menstruating pussy and fevered breath overlaid with the smell of fresh toothpaste was indescribable – it was one of the sexiest smells I have ever experienced.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her naked thighs felt hot against my hands and thighs as I positioned my cock at her pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit. My God! Her pussy was burning hot! I pushed in my cock a little till the head was just nestling in her inner pussy lips. It was as if I had put my cock inside an oven. I wanted to ram my swollen cock in, but considering her fever I was very gentle and slowly pushed it in her hot burning pussy right up to its base.


As I started stroking my cock in & out, her pussy felt hot, wet and squishy, like bread pudding, not tight and muscular like it usually felt, perhaps because of her fever or maybe because she was having her period.

"Ooh Sam. Yes yesss… fuck me harder!" she whispered in my ear. She kept moaning "unh… unh… unhh..." rhythmically as I kept stroking my cock into her hot, wet, blood-engorged pussy. Because of the heat my cock felt as if had swollen to a much bigger size than usual.

As my fucking became more vigorous, her breathing became even faster and shallower. Then she suddenly broke into a fit of coughing. Boy oh boy! Every time she coughed, her pussy gripped my rod hard. This was unbelievable. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that sex could be so intense! Her hot, wet, blood engorged pussy gripping my cock rhythmically as she coughed drove me wild. Losing all thought of her fever and her period, I started ramming my cock deep into her until I finally had one of the longest, most intense orgasms of my life. She immediately followed with her orgasm. She held me tight in her arms and kept flexing her pussy muscles to grip my still hard rod for a long time, till she fell asleep. When I finally pulled out of her, there was blood at the base of my cock and blood & semen all over her sari, petticoat and the pillow under her hips.

I felt really guilty for having fucked her when she was not well and was also having her period but she had no problems with that. She told me later that in fact she became well in a couple of days and her period also ended much quicker than usual. She said all this happened because of the injection I had given her, and she would always come to Dr. Sam when she had such a problem in future!

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Those days I was in the process of giving up smoking. I had been a smoker for more than 15 years and had acquired a persistent cough, although my annual medical examination didn't show up any serious damage. For some time, I'd known about the mounting evidence of the deleterious effects of smoking, and finally, one day I decided to give up.


Although I prided myself on my strong will and self discipline, I found the going extraordinarily tough. Lady Nicotine is a possessive mistress and was loath to let go of an old lover. I was determined not to fall into the trap of taking up snuff or chewing tobacco as an alternative as some of my other smoker friends had done (only to resume smoking and continue with chewing tobacco as well). I tried to chew gum to keep my mind off cigarettes, but soon got a jaw ache.

Finally I hit upon a solution. I took to keeping a clove in my cheek or under my tongue and sucking on it once in a while, when I felt the urge to smoke. I rather liked the pungent taste and there was an added advantage that it kept my breath sweet smelling and also (supposedly) fought off tooth decay. There were other unexpected spin-off benefits that I will describe shortly. Soon, I became habituated to having a clove in my mouth except when I was eating or sleeping, and this habit persisted long after I had shaken off my addiction to tobacco.

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"Have you been chewing cloves?" SC asked me. It was perhaps a couple of weeks after I had smoked my last cigarette. She had just entered my hotel room, dropped her purse and shabnam bag on the floor and walked up to me.

"Yes. Do you like the smell?" I responded.

"Mmmm... nice!" She replied, sniffing my mouth. Then she held my head in both her hands, stood on tiptoe and kissed my lips. I put an arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders and pulled her close. I opened my lips and my tongue started playing with her lips and tongue. We broke off our kiss after a while. She pulled her head back a bit and peered into my eyes.

"You still have it in your mouth, don't you? I can taste it!" She exclaimed.

"Well, why don't you find out?" I challenged her. She immediately started to put her finger in my mouth, but I stopped her.

"No, no SC! That's not allowed. You cannot use your fingers." I said.

"Why not?" SC asked.

"Those are the rules of the game. You can only use your lips and tongue. And you are only allowed two minutes." I replied firmly.

She rose to the challenge and tried her best, exploring my mouth with her tongue for the elusive clove. I chivalrously allowed her a few extra minutes, but with great reluctance I eventually had to declare that the time was up.

"I win. You lose!" I said, showing her the clove that I had positioned on the tip of my tongue, and she sportingly accepted my verdict.

"Cloves are really hot and pungent. I don't know how you can tolerate them in your mouth all the time." She commented.

"Well, I enjoy hot and spicy things, as you know." I said, winking at her. "And now, for the winner, his prize!" I declared.

"And what might that be?" She inquired quizzically.

"Hmmm... let me think. How about those pretty little tits of yours?" I queried.

"OK, come and get them!" She said, pushing me back, escaping from my arms and running to the other side of the bed, her eyes sparkling. I spent the next few minutes chasing her around, until I eventually caught her with a flying leap and both of us landed heavily on the bed, out of breath, panting and laughing. I pinned her down, holding her hands over her head. She felt wriggly, soft and nice under me. The horseplay had further aroused both of us. I humped my hips against hers.

"Now, are you going to give me my prize?" I asked fiercely.

"What if I said no?" She asked provocatively. I immediately grabbed her blouse at the neck with both hands and made a tugging motion, as if I was going to rip it open.

"Wait, you animal!" She exclaimed. "I don't have another blouse. How can I go home in torn clothes?"

"Well, in that case, you better surrender my prize yourself." I demanded. I then got off of her and helped her up in a sitting position on the bed, her feet resting on the carpet. As I stood close in front of her, she slowly stripped off her sari pallu, blouse and bra until her beautiful breasts were bared for my eyes to feast on. All the while, she hypnotically gazed into my eyes. She then grasped both my hands and rested them on her bare breasts. Her breasts filled my hands nicely as I held them.

"Take your prize." She whispered.

Then, holding me by my forearms, she leaned back and lay on bed, pulling me down on top of her. I stopped my descent by extending my elbows forward and resting them on the bed on either side of her torso, while retaining my hold on her breasts. I then spent quite some time leisurely enjoying my prize, squeezing and fondling her breasts, tweaking her tight, hard nipples while she moaned and writhed, her head thrashing from side to side, eyes tightly closed. I closed my lips around her nipple and sucked on it while she held my head and pressed it into her breast. Her nipples were wet and shiny with my saliva when I finished. Her eyes were inflamed and full of lust, her lips parted and she was panting.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I slid down her body till I was kneeling in front of her, while she lay on bed with her feet on the carpet. I raised her sari and petticoat above her hips and tugged down her panties to expose her bush. Then I nudged her thighs apart so that her gash split open before me, glistening wetly. Without my telling her, she reached down and held her outer lips apart with her fingers so that I could reach her inner lips without being hindered by her thick pubic hair. I started licking her inner thighs and worked my way up slowly, until I reached her pussy and licked up and down, tasting her fragrant, salty juices.


Her hard, red little clitoris winked at me from the top of her slit. I reached up and gave it a little lick. The effect on SC was electric. She jerked her hips up and uttered a cry "Ahhh!". She was close to climaxing, but not there yet. I maneuvered the clove from my cheek on to the tip of my tongue and then pressed it on her clitoris. Then I closed my lips around her bud and sucked on it, bringing the clove in close contact with it. After having been in my mouth for more than an hour, the clove had become soggy and had lost much of its pungency. Nevertheless, its residual heat was sufficient to bring SC to a shattering climax that she remembered fondly a long time afterwards.

"AAAAhhhhh!" She screamed joyfully and kept jerking her hips against my face until she finally climbed down from heaven, completely drained. But I wasn't done yet. I stood up and stripped off my trousers and shorts, freeing my hard cock. I knelt on the bed straddling her, my knees on either side of her chest. I put a couple of pillows under her shoulders and head so that she was semi-reclining. I lowered myself till the back of my thighs and my testicles lightly rested on her soft, warm belly. I held my cock in my hand and slowly rubbed its wet head across her velvety breasts, stroking her nipples with it. I slowly moved up and finally slipped my cock between her waiting, half open lips, testicles and the back of my thighs now lightly resting on her breasts. I started thrusting my cock into her mouth as her lips and tongue worked on it. In that position, my cock could not go too deep inside - she could just about take in the bulbous head and a little of the shaft. Nevertheless, in a short while, I climaxed hard and pumped my semen into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed it all, licking up the residue from my cock as it eventually shrank and slipped out.

As we lay on bed in each other's arms, SC confessed that that was the most intense orgasm she had ever had and the pungency of the clove was what had really worked the trick.

"You know, even your semen smelt of cloves. I loved it. Why didn't you think of chewing cloves before?" She asked.

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[koolme98]

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