22-04-2020, 12:36 AM
Making Monika Ma'am Moan with Pleasure
After coming back from the Zonal Youth Festival; on the very first Tuesday, I went to her place to claim my prize. Tuesday was when her husband had classes whole day and she had only morning classes and she was home by 12PM. I had worked well on knowing her time table.
She invited me in and offered me tea and lunch and on my demand for prize, she flatly refused and even mocked anger. Though nothing beyond it. She was a treat to look at in the woolen body hugging sweater to my hungry eyes. I had to retreat without having a look at her mammaries. However, I was not the person to give up easily. I persisted and continued visiting her for next four-five Tuesdays. She always mocked anger offered me tea and made sure that I have lunch before I go back.
I was getting frustrated but because she never got angry made me return to her on next Tuesday even, which was first Tuesday of the month of February. I remember thus because Valentine Day was approaching and she had asked me a question as to whom I would be giving Valentine Day gift, as I had lost my GF, Sanjana and also not netted any other girl and was rather wasting my time on her.
I faked getting emotional at that time and lamented that she is even not ready to give me the prize which she promised and I had won. All of a sudden she got up and said, "OK, EK BAAR SIRF" (OK, only once). My eyes widened when she got up, walked near me till she was around 3 feet away from me and lifted her Kameej (Shirt). Her bra clad boobies came in my sight. Wow, what a sight. Bronze boobies in white shining bra. My mouth went dry and she lowered her Kameej. I cried foul, I protested that I was only able to see the mammaries under bra, whereas the prize was to see them in full glory. She protested that she can not do it any further. After arguing on this for next 10-12 minutes, she asked me what she should cook for lunch. I refused and played emotional card that I won't ever come to her house again, lest have lunch or something to this effect.
Once again she got up, lifted her Kameej and pulled up her bra. And what a sight, two conical boobs, jetting out of her slim chest, not sagging even a bit. She had slightly dark skin but her nipples were chocolate brown. Unlike last time when she had pulled her kameej and I was sitting, this time I was standing and I took a step further and held the firm cones in my hands. She instinctively pulled her kameej down, but one of my hand was firmly planted on her boob and had further firmed my grip. She kept on saying, No no no. I kept on pleading one minute one minute one minute.
She was barely 5'-1" and I was 5'-8", she was slim, I was athletic. The balance of strength lay in my favor, within no time she was pushed on the wooden bed lying in that room. My mouth on it. Boobies gnawing because of constant pinchig, chewing, sucking and pressing. She was trying to push me away and I was persistent playing with her boobs. In my memory, I recall the lady lying under me, I trying to control her moving limbs and not letting go of her boobs. More and more of my hands were controlling her moving limbs where my mouth was feasting on two mounds of pleasure, which were rock solid.
As if in a trance, I can still see my hand moving down and pulling on the thread which holds the Salwar tied and pushing the cloth lower. My hands go back again to control the swaying hands and pushing back the body, which is trying to get up. My head pushes between her legs, nose touches some hair and lips take in whatever it can take in. And I see a change, suddenly the hands which are busy pushing me has started pulling me and hugging me.
Something magical happens, a magic I see everytime I look back.
I can still feel the legs getting wrapped around my head. Hand comes on my head and push it deeper.
I can not even take away my mouth from the honey pot. I push open the thighs and start licking on the twat.
I open it, spit on it and lick from bottom to up in long strokes of my tongue. The girl is moaning hard.
She is unable to speak anything but when I look in her eyes, I see pure lust and hunger.
I get up and without breaking the stride, open my pants and push it down with my underwear.
I place my dick on the opening between her legs and push. Legs which were wrapped around my head now get wrapped around my midriff. They are holding me so tight that I can barely make strokes.
I lift the girl and start moving her up by lifting her hips, she is hugging me tight, I can not get to kiss her, she is holding me tight.
I keep on lifting and dropping her on my dick. Though her legs are wrapped tightly making it look like an effort.
I push her back on the bed and get rid of her hug and wrapped legs. I open her thighs and start hold her boob in my hand while I start humping her like a mad man. In a while I can feel semen building in my loins and my dick start spewing thick and warm semen in her. I fall on her and then realize that I am still wearing my shirt and her kameej is just above her boobs. I am panting, a feeling I have not experienced in sex anytime before. Maybe I lifted her for long time, maybe I kept stroking at a maniac rate or maybe I had fucked for long. A cursory look at the watch says we have been in the act for 35 minutes in total.
Another strange thing happened immediately the lady who was not leaving me starts crying, big fat tears are rolling down her eyes. I get spooked. What is it? Would she accuse me of doing things without her consent. I hug her, ask her what is the reason for her crying. I seek forgiveness. She says, she is disgusted with herself. She has cheated on her husband. I console her. Taking blame on my own self. The situation is still strange, two bodies which are nude in lower half are hugging each other. I am trying to console the lady but massaging her as well. The shrunk dick is alive again. I start kissing the tears away. Moving my tongue on her cheeks, moving my hand in her hair. Hugging her tight. Tables turn once again, she is licking on my neck. Still crying.
I help her get out of the remaining clothes. She shivers a bit, there is still chill in the air. While I get out of my clothes and go to the loo to urinate, she brings a blanket and two naked bodies snuggle under the warm blanket. Kissing like mads, eating each other, while I entered her again. This time love is slow, I make strokes lying on top of her in missionary position. She is raising her legs to wrap around me, I am pushing them away. For a long time, we kept on fucking each other, while I feel another buildup inside me. I spew semen inside her once again.
There are tears once again in her eyes but also a smile. No words about the deed are exchanged, we are lying snuggling each other. The clock reminds her that she is past her cooking time.
She wears her clothes back and I point out two wet spots on the bedsheoet, she picks it up and takes it out to the bathroom. She moves out to her kitchen and gives a shriek, we had forgotten to bolt the door......
After coming back from the Zonal Youth Festival; on the very first Tuesday, I went to her place to claim my prize. Tuesday was when her husband had classes whole day and she had only morning classes and she was home by 12PM. I had worked well on knowing her time table.
She invited me in and offered me tea and lunch and on my demand for prize, she flatly refused and even mocked anger. Though nothing beyond it. She was a treat to look at in the woolen body hugging sweater to my hungry eyes. I had to retreat without having a look at her mammaries. However, I was not the person to give up easily. I persisted and continued visiting her for next four-five Tuesdays. She always mocked anger offered me tea and made sure that I have lunch before I go back.
I was getting frustrated but because she never got angry made me return to her on next Tuesday even, which was first Tuesday of the month of February. I remember thus because Valentine Day was approaching and she had asked me a question as to whom I would be giving Valentine Day gift, as I had lost my GF, Sanjana and also not netted any other girl and was rather wasting my time on her.
I faked getting emotional at that time and lamented that she is even not ready to give me the prize which she promised and I had won. All of a sudden she got up and said, "OK, EK BAAR SIRF" (OK, only once). My eyes widened when she got up, walked near me till she was around 3 feet away from me and lifted her Kameej (Shirt). Her bra clad boobies came in my sight. Wow, what a sight. Bronze boobies in white shining bra. My mouth went dry and she lowered her Kameej. I cried foul, I protested that I was only able to see the mammaries under bra, whereas the prize was to see them in full glory. She protested that she can not do it any further. After arguing on this for next 10-12 minutes, she asked me what she should cook for lunch. I refused and played emotional card that I won't ever come to her house again, lest have lunch or something to this effect.
Once again she got up, lifted her Kameej and pulled up her bra. And what a sight, two conical boobs, jetting out of her slim chest, not sagging even a bit. She had slightly dark skin but her nipples were chocolate brown. Unlike last time when she had pulled her kameej and I was sitting, this time I was standing and I took a step further and held the firm cones in my hands. She instinctively pulled her kameej down, but one of my hand was firmly planted on her boob and had further firmed my grip. She kept on saying, No no no. I kept on pleading one minute one minute one minute.
She was barely 5'-1" and I was 5'-8", she was slim, I was athletic. The balance of strength lay in my favor, within no time she was pushed on the wooden bed lying in that room. My mouth on it. Boobies gnawing because of constant pinchig, chewing, sucking and pressing. She was trying to push me away and I was persistent playing with her boobs. In my memory, I recall the lady lying under me, I trying to control her moving limbs and not letting go of her boobs. More and more of my hands were controlling her moving limbs where my mouth was feasting on two mounds of pleasure, which were rock solid.
As if in a trance, I can still see my hand moving down and pulling on the thread which holds the Salwar tied and pushing the cloth lower. My hands go back again to control the swaying hands and pushing back the body, which is trying to get up. My head pushes between her legs, nose touches some hair and lips take in whatever it can take in. And I see a change, suddenly the hands which are busy pushing me has started pulling me and hugging me.
Something magical happens, a magic I see everytime I look back.
I can still feel the legs getting wrapped around my head. Hand comes on my head and push it deeper.
I can not even take away my mouth from the honey pot. I push open the thighs and start licking on the twat.
I open it, spit on it and lick from bottom to up in long strokes of my tongue. The girl is moaning hard.
She is unable to speak anything but when I look in her eyes, I see pure lust and hunger.
I get up and without breaking the stride, open my pants and push it down with my underwear.
I place my dick on the opening between her legs and push. Legs which were wrapped around my head now get wrapped around my midriff. They are holding me so tight that I can barely make strokes.
I lift the girl and start moving her up by lifting her hips, she is hugging me tight, I can not get to kiss her, she is holding me tight.
I keep on lifting and dropping her on my dick. Though her legs are wrapped tightly making it look like an effort.
I push her back on the bed and get rid of her hug and wrapped legs. I open her thighs and start hold her boob in my hand while I start humping her like a mad man. In a while I can feel semen building in my loins and my dick start spewing thick and warm semen in her. I fall on her and then realize that I am still wearing my shirt and her kameej is just above her boobs. I am panting, a feeling I have not experienced in sex anytime before. Maybe I lifted her for long time, maybe I kept stroking at a maniac rate or maybe I had fucked for long. A cursory look at the watch says we have been in the act for 35 minutes in total.
Another strange thing happened immediately the lady who was not leaving me starts crying, big fat tears are rolling down her eyes. I get spooked. What is it? Would she accuse me of doing things without her consent. I hug her, ask her what is the reason for her crying. I seek forgiveness. She says, she is disgusted with herself. She has cheated on her husband. I console her. Taking blame on my own self. The situation is still strange, two bodies which are nude in lower half are hugging each other. I am trying to console the lady but massaging her as well. The shrunk dick is alive again. I start kissing the tears away. Moving my tongue on her cheeks, moving my hand in her hair. Hugging her tight. Tables turn once again, she is licking on my neck. Still crying.
I help her get out of the remaining clothes. She shivers a bit, there is still chill in the air. While I get out of my clothes and go to the loo to urinate, she brings a blanket and two naked bodies snuggle under the warm blanket. Kissing like mads, eating each other, while I entered her again. This time love is slow, I make strokes lying on top of her in missionary position. She is raising her legs to wrap around me, I am pushing them away. For a long time, we kept on fucking each other, while I feel another buildup inside me. I spew semen inside her once again.
There are tears once again in her eyes but also a smile. No words about the deed are exchanged, we are lying snuggling each other. The clock reminds her that she is past her cooking time.
She wears her clothes back and I point out two wet spots on the bedsheoet, she picks it up and takes it out to the bathroom. She moves out to her kitchen and gives a shriek, we had forgotten to bolt the door......
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