07-02-2020, 01:08 AM
Jyoti had been licking the shaven skin all around the slit, and Mr. Misra caught her. Being so close to Pooja's pussy, Jyoti had smelled it, but that's all. Now her tongue slowed down, but moved over Pooja's slit. Jyoti felt, for the first time, the fleshy inner lips. Jyoti saw Mr. Misra move in closer to watch her pink tongue touch and move Pooja's thin, flexible flesh.
Mr. Misra' free hand patted Jyoti on the head like he would a cat licking a bowl of milk. Then the hand moved onto Pooja where he used his thumb and forefinger to pry her labia apart. Jyoti stopped licking for only a moment, knowing full well what would happen if she didn't continue. Then her tongue moved again, this time sinking into the folds of Pooja's genital. Jyoti felt the warmth and wetness of the other woman on her tongue and lips. But she was too afraid to stop so Jyoti kept licking.
Pooja began moaning and moving her lower body. Jyoti's eyes looked up the length of Pooja's body, seeing her large breasts heaving with the younger woman's breathing. Then one of Pooja's legs, the one farthest from Mr. Misra, bent at the knee. With that foot now flat on the floor, Pooja moved her knee outward and then back inward, pressing her inner thigh on the side of Jyoti's face. All the while Jyoti was licking inside Pooja's pussy-slit.
Mr. Misra leaned next to Jyoti so close that the sides of their faces touched. He whispered in her ear, telling her how much Pooja was enjoying her tongue. Then he told her to use her tongue like a cock. Jyoti listened to Mr. Misra and then hesitated when he told her that. She wondered what he meant, then it dawned on her. Jyoti pressed her tongue against the wet flesh inside Pooja's slit, then moved it downward until the tip of her tongue found Pooja's hole. Jyoti pushed her tongue partway into Pooja's pussy which caused Pooja to hump her hips, smashing her pussy into Jyoti's face and forcing her tongue in deeper. The taste was now much more potent, but Jyoti "used her tongue like a cock" by moving it in and out of Pooja's pussy.
Pooja began fucking Jyoti's tongue, thrusting her pelvis up and down. Mr. Misra lost his hold on Pooja's pussy so her labia snapped shut around Jyoti's tongue. Jyoti remained still, keeping her taut tongue extended while Pooja fucked it. All of a sudden there was stillness as Pooja's lower body strained upwards with Jyoti's face between her thighs. And then Pooja's body collapsed to the floor, finally separating her pussy from Jyoti's mouth.
"And you said you couldn't do that," Mr. Misra said to Jyoti. "You said you couldn't suck my cock... but you did. You said you couldn't lick Pooja's pussy... but you did. There are all kinds of things you can do that you don't think you can. See how much you're learning about yourself?"
Jyoti watched Mr. Misra get to his feet. His cock was hard again which wasn't a good sign. He held his hand out for her and then guided Jyoti to her feet. Then he led her to the couch where he sat down and told her to turn away from him. Jyoti felt her skirt lifted to her waist and then Mr. Misra pulled her onto his lap. When she sat down, Mr. Misra guided her so that his cock sunk into her pussy. His hand reached around her waist and, while she sat on his lap with his cock inside her, Mr. Misra rubbed her clit.
"Pooja really cums hard," Mr. Misra whispered into Jyoti's ear. "It takes her a while to recover. Doesn't she look beautiful lying there, especially with her legs spread? Did you like her pussy? Maybe you should shave yours. Didn't you like the feel of her inner lips on your tongue? They just flop around like loose skin. How do you like the way she tastes? She really juices up when she's hot. And when she cums, did you feel all her juices on your tongue? I know you did. And you can still taste her, can't you?"
While taking dirty to Jyoti, Mr. Misra kept rubbing her clit. Jyoti was very aware of his thick dick inside her pussy, and her body began to squirm on it. But Mr. Misra held her in place, limiting her movements. Unconsciously, Jyoti wanted the cock to fuck her, but Mr. Misra wasn't cooperating.
Pooja began to stir on the floor and lazily opened her eyes. The young secretary slowly scanned the room and, when she saw the other two on the couch, she smiled and crawled to them. Jyoti's legs were on either side of Mr. Misra', so when he spread his legs Jyoti's moved with them. Pooja crawled in closer until Jyoti could feel the girl's breath on her pussy. Then Jyoti felt Pooja's tongue press against the area where cock and pussy were joined, as if Pooja was trying to push her tongue inside the already occupied hole.
Mr. Misra' finger continued to rub Jyoti's clit, and now Pooja's tongue was actively licking there as well. Jyoti tried to bounce on the cock inside her twat, but Mr. Misra held her stationary with a strong hand on her shoulder. Even without moving, however, the stimulation was too much for Jyoti who climaxed with a loud sigh.
Mr. Misra pushed Jyoti off his cock. Pooja moved out of the way and allowed the older woman's spasming body to crumple onto the floor. When Jyoti came around, Mr. Misra said he wanted a double blowjob. Pooja pulled Jyoti to her knees and put her hand on the back of Jyoti's head, pushing it to Mr. Misra' crotch. Pooja leaned forward so that Mr. Misra' cock, slimy with Jyoti's juices, was now between the two women's faces.
Pooja was the first to begin licking the side of her uncle's cock. Jyoti soon relented and began licking the other side. The two women's faces were very close to each other and their tongues often slipped off the side of the cock and touched. Pooja was the first to capture the cock into her mouth while Jyoti kept licking the shaft. Then Pooja pulled off the cock, pushing Jyoti's head into place until she opened her mouth and began sucking the cock. They alternated like that -- one sucking and one licking -- until Mr. Misra was ready to climax.
Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti by the hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. He held her in place while his hips jerked upwards, causing her to continuously gag. It wasn't until Jyoti felt his sperm enter her mouth that he stopped thrusting his cock into her throat. Mr. Misra' sperm filled her mouth while Pooja sucked and licked his balls.
When Mr. Misra finished cumming he pushed Jyoti off his cock. Pooja jumped onto Jyoti, pressing her mouth to the older woman's and pushing her tongue inside. In a daze, Jyoti French-kissed the 20 year old woman, feeling Pooja's tongue searching for her uncle's sperm.
When the two women separated, Mr. Misra told them they could go. Jyoti watched Pooja dress, but quickly decided to leave before anything else happened.
Mr. Misra' free hand patted Jyoti on the head like he would a cat licking a bowl of milk. Then the hand moved onto Pooja where he used his thumb and forefinger to pry her labia apart. Jyoti stopped licking for only a moment, knowing full well what would happen if she didn't continue. Then her tongue moved again, this time sinking into the folds of Pooja's genital. Jyoti felt the warmth and wetness of the other woman on her tongue and lips. But she was too afraid to stop so Jyoti kept licking.
Pooja began moaning and moving her lower body. Jyoti's eyes looked up the length of Pooja's body, seeing her large breasts heaving with the younger woman's breathing. Then one of Pooja's legs, the one farthest from Mr. Misra, bent at the knee. With that foot now flat on the floor, Pooja moved her knee outward and then back inward, pressing her inner thigh on the side of Jyoti's face. All the while Jyoti was licking inside Pooja's pussy-slit.
Mr. Misra leaned next to Jyoti so close that the sides of their faces touched. He whispered in her ear, telling her how much Pooja was enjoying her tongue. Then he told her to use her tongue like a cock. Jyoti listened to Mr. Misra and then hesitated when he told her that. She wondered what he meant, then it dawned on her. Jyoti pressed her tongue against the wet flesh inside Pooja's slit, then moved it downward until the tip of her tongue found Pooja's hole. Jyoti pushed her tongue partway into Pooja's pussy which caused Pooja to hump her hips, smashing her pussy into Jyoti's face and forcing her tongue in deeper. The taste was now much more potent, but Jyoti "used her tongue like a cock" by moving it in and out of Pooja's pussy.
Pooja began fucking Jyoti's tongue, thrusting her pelvis up and down. Mr. Misra lost his hold on Pooja's pussy so her labia snapped shut around Jyoti's tongue. Jyoti remained still, keeping her taut tongue extended while Pooja fucked it. All of a sudden there was stillness as Pooja's lower body strained upwards with Jyoti's face between her thighs. And then Pooja's body collapsed to the floor, finally separating her pussy from Jyoti's mouth.
"And you said you couldn't do that," Mr. Misra said to Jyoti. "You said you couldn't suck my cock... but you did. You said you couldn't lick Pooja's pussy... but you did. There are all kinds of things you can do that you don't think you can. See how much you're learning about yourself?"
Jyoti watched Mr. Misra get to his feet. His cock was hard again which wasn't a good sign. He held his hand out for her and then guided Jyoti to her feet. Then he led her to the couch where he sat down and told her to turn away from him. Jyoti felt her skirt lifted to her waist and then Mr. Misra pulled her onto his lap. When she sat down, Mr. Misra guided her so that his cock sunk into her pussy. His hand reached around her waist and, while she sat on his lap with his cock inside her, Mr. Misra rubbed her clit.
"Pooja really cums hard," Mr. Misra whispered into Jyoti's ear. "It takes her a while to recover. Doesn't she look beautiful lying there, especially with her legs spread? Did you like her pussy? Maybe you should shave yours. Didn't you like the feel of her inner lips on your tongue? They just flop around like loose skin. How do you like the way she tastes? She really juices up when she's hot. And when she cums, did you feel all her juices on your tongue? I know you did. And you can still taste her, can't you?"
While taking dirty to Jyoti, Mr. Misra kept rubbing her clit. Jyoti was very aware of his thick dick inside her pussy, and her body began to squirm on it. But Mr. Misra held her in place, limiting her movements. Unconsciously, Jyoti wanted the cock to fuck her, but Mr. Misra wasn't cooperating.
Pooja began to stir on the floor and lazily opened her eyes. The young secretary slowly scanned the room and, when she saw the other two on the couch, she smiled and crawled to them. Jyoti's legs were on either side of Mr. Misra', so when he spread his legs Jyoti's moved with them. Pooja crawled in closer until Jyoti could feel the girl's breath on her pussy. Then Jyoti felt Pooja's tongue press against the area where cock and pussy were joined, as if Pooja was trying to push her tongue inside the already occupied hole.
Mr. Misra' finger continued to rub Jyoti's clit, and now Pooja's tongue was actively licking there as well. Jyoti tried to bounce on the cock inside her twat, but Mr. Misra held her stationary with a strong hand on her shoulder. Even without moving, however, the stimulation was too much for Jyoti who climaxed with a loud sigh.
Mr. Misra pushed Jyoti off his cock. Pooja moved out of the way and allowed the older woman's spasming body to crumple onto the floor. When Jyoti came around, Mr. Misra said he wanted a double blowjob. Pooja pulled Jyoti to her knees and put her hand on the back of Jyoti's head, pushing it to Mr. Misra' crotch. Pooja leaned forward so that Mr. Misra' cock, slimy with Jyoti's juices, was now between the two women's faces.
Pooja was the first to begin licking the side of her uncle's cock. Jyoti soon relented and began licking the other side. The two women's faces were very close to each other and their tongues often slipped off the side of the cock and touched. Pooja was the first to capture the cock into her mouth while Jyoti kept licking the shaft. Then Pooja pulled off the cock, pushing Jyoti's head into place until she opened her mouth and began sucking the cock. They alternated like that -- one sucking and one licking -- until Mr. Misra was ready to climax.
Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti by the hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. He held her in place while his hips jerked upwards, causing her to continuously gag. It wasn't until Jyoti felt his sperm enter her mouth that he stopped thrusting his cock into her throat. Mr. Misra' sperm filled her mouth while Pooja sucked and licked his balls.
When Mr. Misra finished cumming he pushed Jyoti off his cock. Pooja jumped onto Jyoti, pressing her mouth to the older woman's and pushing her tongue inside. In a daze, Jyoti French-kissed the 20 year old woman, feeling Pooja's tongue searching for her uncle's sperm.
When the two women separated, Mr. Misra told them they could go. Jyoti watched Pooja dress, but quickly decided to leave before anything else happened.
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