19-11-2019, 07:31 PM
"So let us start, please strip those things, I want to see my darling, naked, as on the day as born"
"But first let me see your little Vasu, then only I feel I am even", Geetha came to me and caught the lungi which I was wearing and without any obstacle it fell down on the floor, and my phallus roared like the lion in MGM banner.
"Look at this, whenever I see this is such big and hot, what's the food you are giving to it?"
"I just exercise it with my hands, thinking about my beauty, named, and he has grown big day by day, now want a good fuck fest"
"What does it need now?'
"It wants to see the den in which he has to enter, simple".
Geetha took in her palms, and was touching it with passion, at the same time, I removed her sary and began to unhook her under skirt, the tag was undone, and it fell to the floor, Geetha was standing before me wearing the blouse and a knee length cloth firmly covering her buttocks and reaching half thigh length. Then she opened her blouse and I was able to see her two big melons covered in a new black brassieres.I felt the heavenly musky women's scent filling my nostrils, I hugged her closely sitting on my bed, the heavenly scent was mostly coming from her armpits. I put my nose to her armpits and inhaled her scent, till my lungs were filled to its full capacity.
"What are you sniffing like a dog?"
"The scent of my woman, the aroma of her body, which made me her slave".
I hugged her again and was licking the sweat beads from her deep cleavage, the oiliness was spread to my tip of tongue and I tasted the saltiness of her sweat and mixed odour. I unclasped her brassieres, and I could see the big water lemons, dangling free liberated from its prison. The nipples like coffee pods begged me to caress them and I obligued, I took them between my lips, and bit them, she made a slight sound of ecstacy. I kissed on her breasts alternately and when I traced their outer diameters her long armpit hairs brushed my face, and I took those stray hairs between my teeth, they were salty. Even in the rainy climate, she was sweating and trembling and the only obstacle which remained in her body was the small cloth which countryside women used in place of panties.
Panties were not common in Indian countryside's.
"Now you take this away".
"Why should I, you can also do the same thing, I am shy, it's a husband's privilege".
"But I want you to do it, its more thrilling".
'Okay, an obedient wife does everything for her husband", she removed the white cloth with trembling hands but at the next instant her palm hid the triangle, and with another hand she tried to cover her breasts.
"Ekahastena gopyathe, as Kalidasa said!", I said.
"Who that bloody?"
"Don't you know, Kalidas story"
"I don't know, it may be a wicked one, I bet!"
"Kalidasa was famous poet of middle age in India. When he was crossing a river where there was no bridge or boat conveniently, a woman was crossing the same river from the other side, water was about the waist level. Kalidasan removed his dhothi and tied it to his head as a turban, the lady also did the same thing. But she could conceal her nudity efficiently with a single palm, and Kalidasan was finding it very difficult to cover his big phallus and his bigger testicles, and he said 'Eka hastena gopyathe' (concealable with a single hand) , that women could cover their nudity using a single hand!!', that's Kalidas' story.", I concluded.
"Okay then start something, I don't want to hear any more such stories, I am getting itching"
"Where?"
"Down there, where else, it's a twenty five year itch!, my pussy's all itches has to be cured this night, please water my desert, today Vasu, don't leave me, ever, kiss me, everywhere, from head to toe, I want it, I love it, please start".
I made her lie on the bed, and began to kiss starting from her forehead, inching down by millimeters, I kissed her eyebrows, unlike modern women, the eyebrows were not shaped by beauticians still it looked in clear bow shape, with thin edges, I traced her straight nose and dried the small sweat beads appeared on her moustache region, there was a very, very thin tiny shade which I licked with my tip of tongue, then I took charge of those thick soft petal like lips. I lingered my lips on her lips and rubbed them, I could feel the hot air coming out of her nostrils, and my lips took her upper lips and I began to chew them, without causing pain. I did the same to her lower lips, she was writhing in pleasure, one good kiss to your woman, then she is your slave forever. I then began kissing her chin, the high cheek bones, her ears, ear lobes, the place between her ears. My brother never bothered to do that on those regions, it was her first experience and I was practicing the hundreds of sex books I read.
For inexperienced men, my advice to spend some time doing this, it wont be much thrilling for us physically, the reward will be the woman's sighs, groaning, the feeling of her raw scent, but you never knew you are creating waves in her body, she will be boiling in scorching heat of love, passion and ecstasy. You reward will be her life long slavery. She would feel desires to pay back, and you will be lucky if she does the same to your prick. I spent about half an hour kissing her body, and I was able to feel she was burning with desire, she made so many undecipherable sounds, and my lips were then on her broad meadow, enjoying her muskiness. Her hands had captured my phallus, and it was leaking from its tip.
"Does this glue never stops?!", she exclaimed.
"Its called pilot, originated from the pilot car which comes before a VIP comes, its colourless, the original gum is white and more sticky".
"Why wait, fill me with it?!".
"No, we must not hurry, we are two experienced players, we should make this first night memorable, a cherished night, the night has just only started, and we won't sleep this night."
"Ooooh, will you take whole night to fill me, no Vasu, I cant stand this anymore, put this big iron into me, let my pussy tore away!", she was pressing her breasts like a mad women.
I was concentrating more on her pussy region, I felt the juice running down from her inner folds and it was like a damp pit, I spread her legs wider and nose dived into her pubic triangle, drinking the nectar, and my tongue was deep buried into her musky, slippery inner path. I was trying to locate her love button.
"But first let me see your little Vasu, then only I feel I am even", Geetha came to me and caught the lungi which I was wearing and without any obstacle it fell down on the floor, and my phallus roared like the lion in MGM banner.
"Look at this, whenever I see this is such big and hot, what's the food you are giving to it?"
"I just exercise it with my hands, thinking about my beauty, named, and he has grown big day by day, now want a good fuck fest"
"What does it need now?'
"It wants to see the den in which he has to enter, simple".
Geetha took in her palms, and was touching it with passion, at the same time, I removed her sary and began to unhook her under skirt, the tag was undone, and it fell to the floor, Geetha was standing before me wearing the blouse and a knee length cloth firmly covering her buttocks and reaching half thigh length. Then she opened her blouse and I was able to see her two big melons covered in a new black brassieres.I felt the heavenly musky women's scent filling my nostrils, I hugged her closely sitting on my bed, the heavenly scent was mostly coming from her armpits. I put my nose to her armpits and inhaled her scent, till my lungs were filled to its full capacity.
"What are you sniffing like a dog?"
"The scent of my woman, the aroma of her body, which made me her slave".
I hugged her again and was licking the sweat beads from her deep cleavage, the oiliness was spread to my tip of tongue and I tasted the saltiness of her sweat and mixed odour. I unclasped her brassieres, and I could see the big water lemons, dangling free liberated from its prison. The nipples like coffee pods begged me to caress them and I obligued, I took them between my lips, and bit them, she made a slight sound of ecstacy. I kissed on her breasts alternately and when I traced their outer diameters her long armpit hairs brushed my face, and I took those stray hairs between my teeth, they were salty. Even in the rainy climate, she was sweating and trembling and the only obstacle which remained in her body was the small cloth which countryside women used in place of panties.
Panties were not common in Indian countryside's.
"Now you take this away".
"Why should I, you can also do the same thing, I am shy, it's a husband's privilege".
"But I want you to do it, its more thrilling".
'Okay, an obedient wife does everything for her husband", she removed the white cloth with trembling hands but at the next instant her palm hid the triangle, and with another hand she tried to cover her breasts.
"Ekahastena gopyathe, as Kalidasa said!", I said.
"Who that bloody?"
"Don't you know, Kalidas story"
"I don't know, it may be a wicked one, I bet!"
"Kalidasa was famous poet of middle age in India. When he was crossing a river where there was no bridge or boat conveniently, a woman was crossing the same river from the other side, water was about the waist level. Kalidasan removed his dhothi and tied it to his head as a turban, the lady also did the same thing. But she could conceal her nudity efficiently with a single palm, and Kalidasan was finding it very difficult to cover his big phallus and his bigger testicles, and he said 'Eka hastena gopyathe' (concealable with a single hand) , that women could cover their nudity using a single hand!!', that's Kalidas' story.", I concluded.
"Okay then start something, I don't want to hear any more such stories, I am getting itching"
"Where?"
"Down there, where else, it's a twenty five year itch!, my pussy's all itches has to be cured this night, please water my desert, today Vasu, don't leave me, ever, kiss me, everywhere, from head to toe, I want it, I love it, please start".
I made her lie on the bed, and began to kiss starting from her forehead, inching down by millimeters, I kissed her eyebrows, unlike modern women, the eyebrows were not shaped by beauticians still it looked in clear bow shape, with thin edges, I traced her straight nose and dried the small sweat beads appeared on her moustache region, there was a very, very thin tiny shade which I licked with my tip of tongue, then I took charge of those thick soft petal like lips. I lingered my lips on her lips and rubbed them, I could feel the hot air coming out of her nostrils, and my lips took her upper lips and I began to chew them, without causing pain. I did the same to her lower lips, she was writhing in pleasure, one good kiss to your woman, then she is your slave forever. I then began kissing her chin, the high cheek bones, her ears, ear lobes, the place between her ears. My brother never bothered to do that on those regions, it was her first experience and I was practicing the hundreds of sex books I read.
For inexperienced men, my advice to spend some time doing this, it wont be much thrilling for us physically, the reward will be the woman's sighs, groaning, the feeling of her raw scent, but you never knew you are creating waves in her body, she will be boiling in scorching heat of love, passion and ecstasy. You reward will be her life long slavery. She would feel desires to pay back, and you will be lucky if she does the same to your prick. I spent about half an hour kissing her body, and I was able to feel she was burning with desire, she made so many undecipherable sounds, and my lips were then on her broad meadow, enjoying her muskiness. Her hands had captured my phallus, and it was leaking from its tip.
"Does this glue never stops?!", she exclaimed.
"Its called pilot, originated from the pilot car which comes before a VIP comes, its colourless, the original gum is white and more sticky".
"Why wait, fill me with it?!".
"No, we must not hurry, we are two experienced players, we should make this first night memorable, a cherished night, the night has just only started, and we won't sleep this night."
"Ooooh, will you take whole night to fill me, no Vasu, I cant stand this anymore, put this big iron into me, let my pussy tore away!", she was pressing her breasts like a mad women.
I was concentrating more on her pussy region, I felt the juice running down from her inner folds and it was like a damp pit, I spread her legs wider and nose dived into her pubic triangle, drinking the nectar, and my tongue was deep buried into her musky, slippery inner path. I was trying to locate her love button.
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