Misc. Erotica The Late Blossoming of Sunita by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I have never stopped wondering about how Karan made love to her and never did this. How could he have given her anything at all, if not taken her to the high heavens of a wild female orgasm?


Now my fingers fucked her. "Aaah! Unhhh. Yaaaaah. Unggggghhhhhhhh! Haaaaaaaaah! Baby! Yes! Shyam. Take me. Go on and on and on......"

I took a pause, my fluid streaked face looking toward her I asked, "Do you know what comes next?"

She stared at me, wondering what the question meant. Slowly, shyly, she shook her head to say no. Her hand came down to rest on my shoulder. Her nails dug in, but she still wouldn't pull me in to her pussy – still shy from the newness of the situation we were in.

My tongue tip went down to her open lips to familiarize with contours of her pussy. And slowly moved up searching for her clitoris. My cock had swollen immeasurably at the thought of how wild it was already for her, even before I had got to her clit.

When I hit it, she screamed like a bolt of lightning had hit her. But she screamed not loudly, but deep in her throat. It was intense scream. She was controlling herself so we would not be heard outside the room. I wanted her to scream. To ask, to plead, to beg. To say my name, and to say that what she was experiencing was unique and not given to her by Karan.

Then it started – the wonderfully intense female orgasm – "Ah! Aah! Aaaah! Yes...!! Ummmm. Yah. Haaaaaaaaanh. Oh haaaaaaaaaaaaanh. Ummmmmmmmmm. Ha. Haaaaaaa. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

She jerked and convulsed. Her hips thrashed. I held her down, giving her the comfort of strong hands to beat her body against. Her head was thrashing around. With every lash of my tongue on her long slippery knob of her clit, one more shudder. One more gush. And then she started to flow in long jets of gushing fluid. "Ooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Hunnnnnnnnh!" she went as I felt her stomach and womb contract as she squeezed the pleasure of her orgasm. Each squeeze was like she was wrenching fluids from her body. The sheet soaked. What a large quantity!

It was my turn to be shocked. I had never encountered that with Nandita. She was more vocal than Sunita and she uses words like fuck and talks dirty in goading me on and on. But she has never flooded me the way Sunita had just now.

Finally, Sunita couldn't bear the touch of my tongue anymore. She pushed me away. She drew her knees up and curled. I touched her hip and her back; that simple touch made her shudder.

I caressed her lower belly and her thighs: she shivered and shuddered in a series of aftershocks.

She looked at my face staring with intensity at the wet mess she had made of my face. I moved behind as she continued to cling to her own self with the knees drawn up. I spooned into her, my slick wet hard-on unvaryingly intense. She felt that thickness against her back – in the crack of her ass just lying along. Doing nothing more than being there. My hands cupped her breasts and she bowed her head to kiss my hands.

And when she felt that thickness against her body, she gasped. "You are thick," she whispered. "I don't know if I can take you in, but I want to".

"Why are you unsure?" I asked, my lips nibbling her earlobe. She shuddered as my tongue played with her erogenous zones there. "Karan is not large," she said. Then "Chee! I shouldn't be talking about him to you."

"No, I want to know," I insisted. "Has he ever done what I did to you just now?" She gave me a reply which I believe would apply to many a woman.

"I heard of something called the orgasm only a year or more so after I was married to Karan. And I experienced the full intensity of it only today with you, Shyam." She turned her head back to me and kissed me with open mouth – tasting her own self on my lips.

"So how does it feel with him?". Me, trying to establish the reasons why she would want to keep coming back to me.

"Very pleasant. But nothing of the intense feelings you have woken up in me," she replied. So saying she idly raised her upper leg and suddenly we both found that my cock had entered her. Just like that. She was breathless at the feeling. Despite her fears I was deep inside in no time at all. There was so much wetness in her, on me – it slipped in along the length and then probed in- rather than a head first entry that one would imagine.

She tilted that upper leg backward pulling my leg inwards. Her hand reached back and pulled me by my hip and ass into her. I started to fuck her. She grunted with each thrust. I sat up on one elbow. My hands holding her breasts hard as handles to help me fuck.