24-02-2019, 12:46 PM
And then he threw his thighs up to make her rise a bit. And he dropped her down. Aruna let the older man take over her movements. Clearly, he knew more. She noticed when he let her down and when he lifted her off. Her mind linked it to the pulsations she felt from the thick pillar embedded in her. She was noting which stroke maximized his pleasure and which stroke caused the maximum surge in semen.
If she was looking for lessons this was the perfect fuck. And her mind seemed to record everything to practice it on her husband.
His fingers, as they gripped her ass were perilously close to her anus; god forbid! But even that gave her pleasure. In fact, everywhere, anyhow that they were in contact, both of them seemed to be one mass of sensitive erotic touch points.
Sudhir felt his skin pull back, the cockhead swell as it entered her womb when her ass was plush against his pubis. In this extended position, his cock was deep with its head at the mouth of her womb; any shots of sperm were bound to splash deep in her womb.
He groaned from intense pleasure. He also groaned in frustration: he wanted his pleasure so much; there was no way he could act on his fears about her pregnancy. He bit, gnawed at her breast. She ground her hips round and round on his cock, as both bodies shuddered incessantly.
As his cock receded into small jerks and convulsions, his hand left her ass and roamed her back, caressing her. His thumb ran down her spine rubbing her down and she felt new waves of shivers which seemed to make her flow some more. She smothered his face and forehead in a flood of small kisses. They gripped each other tightly, enjoying the bonding, the comfort and the union of their bodies like only sexual passion could bring.
"My god!" she thought, marveling at the intensity. "Oh my god!" she shuddered, feeling the copious cum clogging her and squelching out and down. "Oh my dear god!" she ached as she felt his fingers massage her in the strangest of places; and her body responded.
It subsided. The orgasm ran its course as both gripped, clawed and held each other. The fog of pleasure lifted from her brain not a moment too soon. As sanity returned she saw her mother and her aunt emerge from the kitchen.
Abruptly Aruna rose from her seat, the slick and receding cock plopping out. She was unmindful that Sudhir was still spewing small dribbles. She pulled down her t-shirt over her breasts- now wet with Sudhir's saliva. Sweat dripped from her forehead and beads of perspiration marked her upper lip. She wiped her face with the back of hand, ignoring the fact that no part of her was dry enough to help.
Sudhir's eyes opened with a start. He was not ready to let go. But that would be typical of Aruna -- moving on the moment she had got what she desired.
It was her inexperience, he ruminated, which prevented her from realizing that he was still shivering, still spewing. He gripped his cock, slick with the combined juices and still seeking pleasure in driblets. Gently he squeezed and pumped his cock to calm himself by extracting every remnant of pleasure from the encounter. It was her inexperience too, that she didn't know a man would like to doze after such intense cumming. He pulled his pants up and slumped back, his exhaustion disproportionate to his effort.
As the women were heading towards the tables to set the coffee and snacks, Aruna ran towards them. It was her inexperience, once again, that she did not anticipate the flow down her inner legs. She realized it only when, as she neared the table she felt something damp at her heel. She looked down and saw the stains of the flow down her legs.
She froze. "I think I need to go to the loo," she blurted out to her mother and her aunt. Pressing her thighs together, the girl turned around, wishing she did not have to rush either the end or the aftermath. She would have loved for them to go on. She would have loved to have lain on him, spent. She would have loved for all this which was flowing from her to have pooled in her womb as they lay intertwined.
Trembling from the entire experience she made her way to the washroom, under the unknowing gaze of both women.
"That girl," said Sudhir's wife shaking her head, "she needs to learn to handle herself!"
If she was looking for lessons this was the perfect fuck. And her mind seemed to record everything to practice it on her husband.
His fingers, as they gripped her ass were perilously close to her anus; god forbid! But even that gave her pleasure. In fact, everywhere, anyhow that they were in contact, both of them seemed to be one mass of sensitive erotic touch points.
Sudhir felt his skin pull back, the cockhead swell as it entered her womb when her ass was plush against his pubis. In this extended position, his cock was deep with its head at the mouth of her womb; any shots of sperm were bound to splash deep in her womb.
He groaned from intense pleasure. He also groaned in frustration: he wanted his pleasure so much; there was no way he could act on his fears about her pregnancy. He bit, gnawed at her breast. She ground her hips round and round on his cock, as both bodies shuddered incessantly.
As his cock receded into small jerks and convulsions, his hand left her ass and roamed her back, caressing her. His thumb ran down her spine rubbing her down and she felt new waves of shivers which seemed to make her flow some more. She smothered his face and forehead in a flood of small kisses. They gripped each other tightly, enjoying the bonding, the comfort and the union of their bodies like only sexual passion could bring.
"My god!" she thought, marveling at the intensity. "Oh my god!" she shuddered, feeling the copious cum clogging her and squelching out and down. "Oh my dear god!" she ached as she felt his fingers massage her in the strangest of places; and her body responded.
It subsided. The orgasm ran its course as both gripped, clawed and held each other. The fog of pleasure lifted from her brain not a moment too soon. As sanity returned she saw her mother and her aunt emerge from the kitchen.
Abruptly Aruna rose from her seat, the slick and receding cock plopping out. She was unmindful that Sudhir was still spewing small dribbles. She pulled down her t-shirt over her breasts- now wet with Sudhir's saliva. Sweat dripped from her forehead and beads of perspiration marked her upper lip. She wiped her face with the back of hand, ignoring the fact that no part of her was dry enough to help.
Sudhir's eyes opened with a start. He was not ready to let go. But that would be typical of Aruna -- moving on the moment she had got what she desired.
It was her inexperience, he ruminated, which prevented her from realizing that he was still shivering, still spewing. He gripped his cock, slick with the combined juices and still seeking pleasure in driblets. Gently he squeezed and pumped his cock to calm himself by extracting every remnant of pleasure from the encounter. It was her inexperience too, that she didn't know a man would like to doze after such intense cumming. He pulled his pants up and slumped back, his exhaustion disproportionate to his effort.
As the women were heading towards the tables to set the coffee and snacks, Aruna ran towards them. It was her inexperience, once again, that she did not anticipate the flow down her inner legs. She realized it only when, as she neared the table she felt something damp at her heel. She looked down and saw the stains of the flow down her legs.
She froze. "I think I need to go to the loo," she blurted out to her mother and her aunt. Pressing her thighs together, the girl turned around, wishing she did not have to rush either the end or the aftermath. She would have loved for them to go on. She would have loved to have lain on him, spent. She would have loved for all this which was flowing from her to have pooled in her womb as they lay intertwined.
Trembling from the entire experience she made her way to the washroom, under the unknowing gaze of both women.
"That girl," said Sudhir's wife shaking her head, "she needs to learn to handle herself!"
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