31-01-2019, 01:08 PM
She pointed her breasts and muttered, "ok! Then these are yours, I am yours, but I can't believe that I am about to strip naked in front of any man including my husband!" she added, " you don't know Jawad, I had done my best to keep my husband from seeing my body. He'd have to sex with me only in a missionary position under the covers with the lights out, I'd told him so he never asked me to have sex in light, may he also didn't like it"
"Please Bhabi don't talk like this!" I said her.
After not much resistance, She turned, looked up at me and smiled. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me in to Her. "No! Jawad, I didn't mean that in a negative way! You're so special person to me and I want to tell you it feels so nice, you holding me like this, in your arms. I want you to strip me until I am all naked, I want you to see me, see my bosom! See my vagina! See my bottom, see every pore of my body; I've surrendered myself to you completely, do with me what you like, Jawad!" She sighed and looked into my eyes and continued on passionately, "Oh! I love those bad words! Especially when I am talking to you like this! They explain exactly how I feel towards you, I'm mad about you!"
I lifted at the bottom of her qameez and whispered into her ear please pull me it off, she raise her arms. Then I slowly pulled her qameez off, and placed it on the corner of dressing table. Then she unhooked her bra, shrugged out of it and threw it to the bed, and gave me an unobstructed view to her round treasures in full light. She placed her hands over her breasts making a futile attempt to cover them up. Don't do this Bhabi, there is no one else to see you but me and you.!" I whispered in her ear and removed her hand from her breasts. Her upper body was naked before me, a dream come true. For first time I saw her milky white breasts now in all its' glory. At that age they still stood out like marvelous twin mounds. For several seconds I just stood there in awe, my eyes taking in every inch of her beautiful firm tits, still not touching her. I couldn't believe that this shy woman could do like this for me. I stood there in front of Shahida Bhabi terrified that I might dirty her breasts if I touch them. She had shut her eyes tightly.
"Look at me Bhabi " I said soothingly.
Shahida Bhabi opened her eyes but still couldn't look at me.
" Bhabi, are these for me?"
"Yes, it's all for you, Jawad." Shahida Bhabi 's voice quivered as he spoke.
I was unable to take it anymore so I grabbed her and once again turned her to the mirror. Then I lifted her breasts and offer them to the mirror and my own hungry eyes. They were magnificent, I told her so, I felt her ass rubbing suggestively onto my cock, which made me dry, hump her again.
I had wondered in the past for many times what her tits would look like out in the open. I never had thought they could be only half as beautiful; I could only admire this beautiful wonder of nature before my eyes resting innocently in my big hands. Her breasts were not huge nor small, definitely a perfect size, the best that I had ever seen, they were so indescribably perfect, circular nipples, dark brown color, round edges, smooth surface, inviting shine, and all the above a nat too huge nor too small, a red mark, which was shining on her milky whit breast skin, in short, a center of female perfection. I'm sure she's the most magnificent breast of any woman I've ever seen although I've not seen much in my life.
My hands were that of a baker, kneading dough, moving my fingers to the tips I squeezed her nipple as though milking them. I don't know how long I knead her breasts and roll the nipples between my fingers. Soon her tits got sore. I kept squeezing them as if they are made of wheat flour." She exploded, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Does that make me give you my milk! I had the strange feeling that I should wash my hands, that I was making her dirty pawing her like this! That I was admiring her perfection.
I smiled down at her in victory. I looked at her face, her hair, her neck, her breasts, and her flat belly. She was perfect, and now she was totally mine. I was now beginning to have the shakes myself, as if I had an ague of sorts. I was so incredibly grateful for the opportunity of making bare my sweet Shahida Bhabi. On the other hand, the previous incident was desperately moving in my eyes. I was still in fear to go further, to rob her as it were of the last remnant concealing her dignity! What right did I have to do this to the woman I loved so dearly? She must have been aware of my internal battle, because she suddenly hugged me strongly in an effort to calm my body down and to rid me of the doubts that had been building up inside me. Any other woman I would have stripped and fucked without a thought for anything other than my own selfish gratification. Now my long wait was over. Now it was actually happening.
We hugged for some time with our tongues in each other mouths. Then my hand reached to her breast and I lifted the breasts from their bases. I began to squeeze them softly while I rubbed my whole face all over her breasts. I teased them both, sucking gently at first and then I began to suck them harder. My hands ran up and down her back, over her ass, and I pulled her closer. She began to moan lowly. I kissed and licked her entire breasts with my tongue. Once I opened my mouth as wide as I could as if to get the whole of each breast, inside my mouth. It gave her breast titillation and pleasurable sensations, which brought forth a cooooing noise from her lips. She was definitely aroused and was running her fingers though my hair and my upper back. I could hear her groaning and she kept pulling my head, first to one breast, then the other.
I slowly rubbed her nipples and they started getting big and hard. Her body was twitching once in a while from my stimulation. She was trying to resist moaning out loud.
I was eager for so many years to see this seductive temptress fully in the nude.
I moved my lips to her ear and whispered, "Take off your shilwar Bhabi! I want to see you," her hands reached the string of her white shilwar and slowly began to obey me. I watched as she untied her shilwar and slowly let is fall down to the floor and then stepped out of the pool of fabric at her feet. She stepped nimbly out of it and nonchalantly kicked it away from her even though the action bared her shaven cunt to my ardent and lusting gaze. She was not wearing panties. So there stood shy Shahida bhabi in all her naked glory. She closed her eyes and my eyes grew wide with the sight and I really caught my breath to see her totally nude. No words were enough to qualify the fantastic beauty of her body. She had such a really hot and sexy body, which had remained hidden under her dresses for all those years, making me imagine what she so carefully hid away from my lecherous eyes. I realised throughout all my self abuse exercises in my own bed each night that my imagination of what her naked body would look like did not do her justice. She was perfection personified!
She stood perfectly like a naked fairy still gazing into my eyes through the mirror. I remained looking and admiring her nude body for a long time. She had fleshy wave-folds around her hips and waist. I examined thoroughly her breasts this time, though she was married for sixteen years her fair fleshy breasts were erect without any large sagging tendency. I was fascinated to see particularly the shape of her breasts. They were not round but conical in shape tapering towards the nipples. The conical shape helped the breasts to have a straight projection. Really two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen.
She had light brown areola with brownish erect hard pink nipples sat proudly on top, begging to be sucked. Her love triangle was well shaped hidden between her upper thighs. Her pussy was too smooth; she must have removed her pubic hair this morning again. She had prepared herself for me to look upon her. Her long thighs were fair and fleshy with matching legs. I moved my hand, reaching to her thighs; she looked back at me, while opening her thighs to my fingers. I found her clit and stroked it softly. Shahida Bhabi moaned and pushed her hips up to meet my fingers and gave a sigh. She never moved from my pulsating cock that now, without the shilwar to hold it back was now firmly tucked into the crevice of her ample buttocks. She obviously had no fear of her nether-hole being attacked by me too. Several times she had told me that she was all mine. Emphasizing the all! Was she thinking of her asshole when she said that? She knew about anal sex, someone must have told her about it, someone who liked it too. Shahida Bhabi would have been afraid to hint that I could take her that way.
She spoke to me through the mirror, " It is your turn now, Jawad." Then she turned to face me. With a naughty smile, she removed my clothes and made me nude too in no time. She eyed my hot erect cock with a longing plain to see. I knew she had tested my cock inside her cunt last night and she was hungry for it now, over and over again.
"What you're looking bhabi," I asked.
"You're a lot bigger than Sajad." She shyly replied.
"And that's for you my sweet bhabi, I think I am the hardest as I've ever been!" I told her.
Repeating herself, she was telling me, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" and, "What has gotten into me? " I must be crazy!" Pausing for a gasp of air. "Come Jawad, enjoy me, take all the pleasure from me that you wish! Fuck me. Take your Bhabi and enjoy me; all of me; to your heart's content."
I made her stand facing me, almost body touching closely. I took her hands to circle around my neck. Then I slid my hands under her arms and held her head. I brought my mouth to hers and began kissing her madly. As we were holding each other's heads, our kisses were enough to melt our lips and to fuse into one. Her hair knot got untied, her beautiful soft hair spread onto her back beyond her thunderous thighs, the soft ness of her silky hair touching my hands further aroused my carnal desire, I took hold of her face into my hands, as she was looking into my eyes, I could sense, animal desire in her eyes, I licked all over her face, her cheeks and finally on her mouth, she took my lower lip into her mouth and started kissing, sucking,.
"Please Bhabi don't talk like this!" I said her.
After not much resistance, She turned, looked up at me and smiled. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me in to Her. "No! Jawad, I didn't mean that in a negative way! You're so special person to me and I want to tell you it feels so nice, you holding me like this, in your arms. I want you to strip me until I am all naked, I want you to see me, see my bosom! See my vagina! See my bottom, see every pore of my body; I've surrendered myself to you completely, do with me what you like, Jawad!" She sighed and looked into my eyes and continued on passionately, "Oh! I love those bad words! Especially when I am talking to you like this! They explain exactly how I feel towards you, I'm mad about you!"
I lifted at the bottom of her qameez and whispered into her ear please pull me it off, she raise her arms. Then I slowly pulled her qameez off, and placed it on the corner of dressing table. Then she unhooked her bra, shrugged out of it and threw it to the bed, and gave me an unobstructed view to her round treasures in full light. She placed her hands over her breasts making a futile attempt to cover them up. Don't do this Bhabi, there is no one else to see you but me and you.!" I whispered in her ear and removed her hand from her breasts. Her upper body was naked before me, a dream come true. For first time I saw her milky white breasts now in all its' glory. At that age they still stood out like marvelous twin mounds. For several seconds I just stood there in awe, my eyes taking in every inch of her beautiful firm tits, still not touching her. I couldn't believe that this shy woman could do like this for me. I stood there in front of Shahida Bhabi terrified that I might dirty her breasts if I touch them. She had shut her eyes tightly.
"Look at me Bhabi " I said soothingly.
Shahida Bhabi opened her eyes but still couldn't look at me.
" Bhabi, are these for me?"
"Yes, it's all for you, Jawad." Shahida Bhabi 's voice quivered as he spoke.
I was unable to take it anymore so I grabbed her and once again turned her to the mirror. Then I lifted her breasts and offer them to the mirror and my own hungry eyes. They were magnificent, I told her so, I felt her ass rubbing suggestively onto my cock, which made me dry, hump her again.
I had wondered in the past for many times what her tits would look like out in the open. I never had thought they could be only half as beautiful; I could only admire this beautiful wonder of nature before my eyes resting innocently in my big hands. Her breasts were not huge nor small, definitely a perfect size, the best that I had ever seen, they were so indescribably perfect, circular nipples, dark brown color, round edges, smooth surface, inviting shine, and all the above a nat too huge nor too small, a red mark, which was shining on her milky whit breast skin, in short, a center of female perfection. I'm sure she's the most magnificent breast of any woman I've ever seen although I've not seen much in my life.
My hands were that of a baker, kneading dough, moving my fingers to the tips I squeezed her nipple as though milking them. I don't know how long I knead her breasts and roll the nipples between my fingers. Soon her tits got sore. I kept squeezing them as if they are made of wheat flour." She exploded, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Does that make me give you my milk! I had the strange feeling that I should wash my hands, that I was making her dirty pawing her like this! That I was admiring her perfection.
I smiled down at her in victory. I looked at her face, her hair, her neck, her breasts, and her flat belly. She was perfect, and now she was totally mine. I was now beginning to have the shakes myself, as if I had an ague of sorts. I was so incredibly grateful for the opportunity of making bare my sweet Shahida Bhabi. On the other hand, the previous incident was desperately moving in my eyes. I was still in fear to go further, to rob her as it were of the last remnant concealing her dignity! What right did I have to do this to the woman I loved so dearly? She must have been aware of my internal battle, because she suddenly hugged me strongly in an effort to calm my body down and to rid me of the doubts that had been building up inside me. Any other woman I would have stripped and fucked without a thought for anything other than my own selfish gratification. Now my long wait was over. Now it was actually happening.
We hugged for some time with our tongues in each other mouths. Then my hand reached to her breast and I lifted the breasts from their bases. I began to squeeze them softly while I rubbed my whole face all over her breasts. I teased them both, sucking gently at first and then I began to suck them harder. My hands ran up and down her back, over her ass, and I pulled her closer. She began to moan lowly. I kissed and licked her entire breasts with my tongue. Once I opened my mouth as wide as I could as if to get the whole of each breast, inside my mouth. It gave her breast titillation and pleasurable sensations, which brought forth a cooooing noise from her lips. She was definitely aroused and was running her fingers though my hair and my upper back. I could hear her groaning and she kept pulling my head, first to one breast, then the other.
I slowly rubbed her nipples and they started getting big and hard. Her body was twitching once in a while from my stimulation. She was trying to resist moaning out loud.
I was eager for so many years to see this seductive temptress fully in the nude.
I moved my lips to her ear and whispered, "Take off your shilwar Bhabi! I want to see you," her hands reached the string of her white shilwar and slowly began to obey me. I watched as she untied her shilwar and slowly let is fall down to the floor and then stepped out of the pool of fabric at her feet. She stepped nimbly out of it and nonchalantly kicked it away from her even though the action bared her shaven cunt to my ardent and lusting gaze. She was not wearing panties. So there stood shy Shahida bhabi in all her naked glory. She closed her eyes and my eyes grew wide with the sight and I really caught my breath to see her totally nude. No words were enough to qualify the fantastic beauty of her body. She had such a really hot and sexy body, which had remained hidden under her dresses for all those years, making me imagine what she so carefully hid away from my lecherous eyes. I realised throughout all my self abuse exercises in my own bed each night that my imagination of what her naked body would look like did not do her justice. She was perfection personified!
She stood perfectly like a naked fairy still gazing into my eyes through the mirror. I remained looking and admiring her nude body for a long time. She had fleshy wave-folds around her hips and waist. I examined thoroughly her breasts this time, though she was married for sixteen years her fair fleshy breasts were erect without any large sagging tendency. I was fascinated to see particularly the shape of her breasts. They were not round but conical in shape tapering towards the nipples. The conical shape helped the breasts to have a straight projection. Really two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen.
She had light brown areola with brownish erect hard pink nipples sat proudly on top, begging to be sucked. Her love triangle was well shaped hidden between her upper thighs. Her pussy was too smooth; she must have removed her pubic hair this morning again. She had prepared herself for me to look upon her. Her long thighs were fair and fleshy with matching legs. I moved my hand, reaching to her thighs; she looked back at me, while opening her thighs to my fingers. I found her clit and stroked it softly. Shahida Bhabi moaned and pushed her hips up to meet my fingers and gave a sigh. She never moved from my pulsating cock that now, without the shilwar to hold it back was now firmly tucked into the crevice of her ample buttocks. She obviously had no fear of her nether-hole being attacked by me too. Several times she had told me that she was all mine. Emphasizing the all! Was she thinking of her asshole when she said that? She knew about anal sex, someone must have told her about it, someone who liked it too. Shahida Bhabi would have been afraid to hint that I could take her that way.
She spoke to me through the mirror, " It is your turn now, Jawad." Then she turned to face me. With a naughty smile, she removed my clothes and made me nude too in no time. She eyed my hot erect cock with a longing plain to see. I knew she had tested my cock inside her cunt last night and she was hungry for it now, over and over again.
"What you're looking bhabi," I asked.
"You're a lot bigger than Sajad." She shyly replied.
"And that's for you my sweet bhabi, I think I am the hardest as I've ever been!" I told her.
Repeating herself, she was telling me, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" and, "What has gotten into me? " I must be crazy!" Pausing for a gasp of air. "Come Jawad, enjoy me, take all the pleasure from me that you wish! Fuck me. Take your Bhabi and enjoy me; all of me; to your heart's content."
I made her stand facing me, almost body touching closely. I took her hands to circle around my neck. Then I slid my hands under her arms and held her head. I brought my mouth to hers and began kissing her madly. As we were holding each other's heads, our kisses were enough to melt our lips and to fuse into one. Her hair knot got untied, her beautiful soft hair spread onto her back beyond her thunderous thighs, the soft ness of her silky hair touching my hands further aroused my carnal desire, I took hold of her face into my hands, as she was looking into my eyes, I could sense, animal desire in her eyes, I licked all over her face, her cheeks and finally on her mouth, she took my lower lip into her mouth and started kissing, sucking,.
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