29-11-2019, 02:07 PM
He moved to her other breast. She held his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. She looked radiant to him. Her eyes sparkled and carried in them the signal of her unsatiated lust.
"Later, hm?" she whispered. "Look at where we are."
"Look at where we are," he repeated. "I don't know I will be here again."
He nosed the other breast. Yes, it was slick with her sweat. He enjoyed tasting the sweetness of that sweat and the saltiness of her skin that followed. And when he was done nosing her, pushing his face into her flesh and feeling, and when he needed to taste something more, he turned to her nipple, painful erect now, and sought out the milk which was not there.
He tasted and pulled at the teat, repeatedly sucking in much of her breast and repeatedly extruding her nipple through his lips.
Oh God! How she wished she were lactating. She remembered how her husband had competed for her milk and breasts and how she enjoyed his lavish attention on her breasts. Those days after the baby had been born she was not allowed to have sex and so she had to be content with the pleasure the suckling gave her. Her husband masturbated, holding her close and tight but it was never the same if they did not fuck.
She felt like that now, moaning under the boy's intuitive ministrations and missing out on the fucking and extreme pleasure that would go beautifully with it.
Once he tasted more of himself than her on her breast he left that one too. If there was anything he wanted it was more of this mami from his neighborhood. He was sure there was no other woman on this planet sexier than her and if he was going to have anyone it would have to be her, and her alone.
But also her in every way.
He looked about the space they were in, still lodged inside her. Shobha was making feeble attempts to move him off, luxuriating at his hard, hot presence inside her and at the rough bruises on her breasts from his careless bites and pulls.
Shobha had spread them both out in almost the middle of the space available so that she could lay and spread herself and so that he could mount her. But there was more space to the side closer within the cul-de-sac and it might be a little more completely out of the line of sight unless someone came into that very spot.
Srikant pulled himself out of Shobha mami. He looked down at her kneeling between her legs. She was radiant and resplendent. Glorious breasts lying open and exposed, hair spread below her. Sweat smeared the vermilion on her forehead and her body was hot, damp and radiant from the exertions and abrasions of heated skin on skin.
He gathered all the loose cloth of her saree lying around and threw it to the corner of the cul-de-sac.
"Come here" he said to her, his voice somewhat firmer than it had been when he was calling out to her in his orgasm like he was begging. He nodded in the direction of the pile.
Shobha moved there though not convinced about what he was trying to do. She reached to pick up her garment and try wear it back as best as she could. But he stopped her.
He asked her to sit with her back to the wall and lean back. He was not letting her get dressed. But he certainly could not fuck her if she was sitting against a wall?
He surprised her as much as he surprised himself. His erection that hung under its own weight was unabated. He moved over her and leaving her in no doubt on what he wanted, brought his cock to her face.
Srikant wanted everything and he wanted it now. He had no patience nor had he any faith or hope that he would be able to find privacy with mami again.
Straddling her, he fed her his cock, moving from divine worship of this woman to treating her as a pleasure-giving slut.
Shobha had opened her mouth to argue with him and instead found herself bobbing her head back and forth on his cum coated cock as enthusiastically as if it had been her own idea. She worried out time and she worried about discovery. With that she moved faster willing him to cum and hoped that the corner was still more remote than where they were laid out moments ago.
She gripped his buttocks and kneaded them and exulted when she felt his cock twitch and grow in response. He was wonderful! She wanted more of him!
He placed his hands on the wall a few feet above her head and closed his eyes, losing himself in the rhythm of his hips and the warmth of her mouth.
Shobha dutifully sucked on his cock. When he allowed her she ran her lips on the side of his cock that she knew her husband loved. She fisted him using the "O" of her lips as if her mouth was her pussy. She held him gently and kissed the cock lovingly as if in worship.
But he just did not expect her to rotate the full weight of his cock around her tongue in rapid rotation. The pleasure was indescribable and he held her head and rocked into her mouth unmindful that he was in her mouth and not her pussy. She had to control him and slow him down as her hand started banging on the stone wall behind her.
He nearly came again but he instantly knew that he did not want to come. She felt his cock throb as if it might come and wondered if that would mean they would then leave; or whether it meant she would still not be satiated. Her pussy was now truly on boil and she needed some release sooner or later.
It could not be now for this was getting way too dangerous. What if a relative came looking for either of them? Here she was, outwardly a conservative mami, sitting on the floor, legs wide apart with a big wet patch on the petticoat where her crotch had soaked it. Her hair was askew, now stained with the youth's juices. Her vermilion mark on the forehead spread enough to be indistinguishable from the flushed red of her face. Her mouth full of the salty taste of this young man from her neighborhood whose name she did not know.
It would not be pretty to be discovered thus. She would have to move, horny or not.
Srikant withdrew to prevent himself from cumming and kneeled. Once again worshipful, he cleared her face of any stray strands of hair and holding her in both hands looked deep into her eyes.
"Thank you, mami!" he said in a voice brimming with confidence and satisfaction.
"WE must go now," she said pinching his cheek affectionately.
"But I have hardly repaid you for all the attention you have lavished on me," he complained, suddenly all the child.
She pulled him to her and kissed on the lips, letting her tongue slide in and out of his mouth.
"There is lots where this came from," she said. Reaching down and holding his unconquered cock as if she were weighing it she continued, "And lots more here too. So nothing to worry there. What is your name?" she asked, coquettishly, being her flirtatious best.
"Later, hm?" she whispered. "Look at where we are."
"Look at where we are," he repeated. "I don't know I will be here again."
He nosed the other breast. Yes, it was slick with her sweat. He enjoyed tasting the sweetness of that sweat and the saltiness of her skin that followed. And when he was done nosing her, pushing his face into her flesh and feeling, and when he needed to taste something more, he turned to her nipple, painful erect now, and sought out the milk which was not there.
He tasted and pulled at the teat, repeatedly sucking in much of her breast and repeatedly extruding her nipple through his lips.
Oh God! How she wished she were lactating. She remembered how her husband had competed for her milk and breasts and how she enjoyed his lavish attention on her breasts. Those days after the baby had been born she was not allowed to have sex and so she had to be content with the pleasure the suckling gave her. Her husband masturbated, holding her close and tight but it was never the same if they did not fuck.
She felt like that now, moaning under the boy's intuitive ministrations and missing out on the fucking and extreme pleasure that would go beautifully with it.
Once he tasted more of himself than her on her breast he left that one too. If there was anything he wanted it was more of this mami from his neighborhood. He was sure there was no other woman on this planet sexier than her and if he was going to have anyone it would have to be her, and her alone.
But also her in every way.
He looked about the space they were in, still lodged inside her. Shobha was making feeble attempts to move him off, luxuriating at his hard, hot presence inside her and at the rough bruises on her breasts from his careless bites and pulls.
Shobha had spread them both out in almost the middle of the space available so that she could lay and spread herself and so that he could mount her. But there was more space to the side closer within the cul-de-sac and it might be a little more completely out of the line of sight unless someone came into that very spot.
Srikant pulled himself out of Shobha mami. He looked down at her kneeling between her legs. She was radiant and resplendent. Glorious breasts lying open and exposed, hair spread below her. Sweat smeared the vermilion on her forehead and her body was hot, damp and radiant from the exertions and abrasions of heated skin on skin.
He gathered all the loose cloth of her saree lying around and threw it to the corner of the cul-de-sac.
"Come here" he said to her, his voice somewhat firmer than it had been when he was calling out to her in his orgasm like he was begging. He nodded in the direction of the pile.
Shobha moved there though not convinced about what he was trying to do. She reached to pick up her garment and try wear it back as best as she could. But he stopped her.
He asked her to sit with her back to the wall and lean back. He was not letting her get dressed. But he certainly could not fuck her if she was sitting against a wall?
He surprised her as much as he surprised himself. His erection that hung under its own weight was unabated. He moved over her and leaving her in no doubt on what he wanted, brought his cock to her face.
Srikant wanted everything and he wanted it now. He had no patience nor had he any faith or hope that he would be able to find privacy with mami again.
Straddling her, he fed her his cock, moving from divine worship of this woman to treating her as a pleasure-giving slut.
Shobha had opened her mouth to argue with him and instead found herself bobbing her head back and forth on his cum coated cock as enthusiastically as if it had been her own idea. She worried out time and she worried about discovery. With that she moved faster willing him to cum and hoped that the corner was still more remote than where they were laid out moments ago.
She gripped his buttocks and kneaded them and exulted when she felt his cock twitch and grow in response. He was wonderful! She wanted more of him!
He placed his hands on the wall a few feet above her head and closed his eyes, losing himself in the rhythm of his hips and the warmth of her mouth.
Shobha dutifully sucked on his cock. When he allowed her she ran her lips on the side of his cock that she knew her husband loved. She fisted him using the "O" of her lips as if her mouth was her pussy. She held him gently and kissed the cock lovingly as if in worship.
But he just did not expect her to rotate the full weight of his cock around her tongue in rapid rotation. The pleasure was indescribable and he held her head and rocked into her mouth unmindful that he was in her mouth and not her pussy. She had to control him and slow him down as her hand started banging on the stone wall behind her.
He nearly came again but he instantly knew that he did not want to come. She felt his cock throb as if it might come and wondered if that would mean they would then leave; or whether it meant she would still not be satiated. Her pussy was now truly on boil and she needed some release sooner or later.
It could not be now for this was getting way too dangerous. What if a relative came looking for either of them? Here she was, outwardly a conservative mami, sitting on the floor, legs wide apart with a big wet patch on the petticoat where her crotch had soaked it. Her hair was askew, now stained with the youth's juices. Her vermilion mark on the forehead spread enough to be indistinguishable from the flushed red of her face. Her mouth full of the salty taste of this young man from her neighborhood whose name she did not know.
It would not be pretty to be discovered thus. She would have to move, horny or not.
Srikant withdrew to prevent himself from cumming and kneeled. Once again worshipful, he cleared her face of any stray strands of hair and holding her in both hands looked deep into her eyes.
"Thank you, mami!" he said in a voice brimming with confidence and satisfaction.
"WE must go now," she said pinching his cheek affectionately.
"But I have hardly repaid you for all the attention you have lavished on me," he complained, suddenly all the child.
She pulled him to her and kissed on the lips, letting her tongue slide in and out of his mouth.
"There is lots where this came from," she said. Reaching down and holding his unconquered cock as if she were weighing it she continued, "And lots more here too. So nothing to worry there. What is your name?" she asked, coquettishly, being her flirtatious best.
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