26-02-2019, 04:57 PM
"Shove this in," she rasped, showing him where. "Keep the tongue working!"
"But my fingers are pointing upward," he said, his lips, nose, chin, glistening and dripping with his saliva and her outpourings.
"Yes, upward. Thrust!" she begged him and pushed his head back where it belonged. "Fuck with your fingers. Tongue me! Together!" She could barely speak as she gasped out the instructions.
He thrust his fingers and found them quickly drenched and her juices running down into his palm. He opened his mouth to give relief to his tongue and used the gap to grab at her lips with his mouth.
"Oh yes!" she wailed. Her body started to thrash and buck with a new vigor. "Don't stop! Don't! Don't! Don't!" she pleaded.
He was not going to. With his free hand he reached up and gripped one breast. This, Shyam could see. He could see the head of the student, the stomach fluttering, the large breasts and her head thrashing from side to side.
In an inspired moment the student stopped fucking her with his fingers. Allowing them to remain deeply embedded, his wiggled his fingers inside the pussy.
She lost control of herself. "Yes!" she hissed and conveyed her approval and pleasure. Her body heaved and thrashed as her orgasm ripped through her. He found it tough to stay focused with his tongue and fingers but her grip on him only tightened to keep them in place.
She rammed herself on his face and rubbed herself all over him as she came. And she surprised the young man when an amber like fluid shot out of her in a torrent. She flooded him. He instinctively knew it was some other fluid from its fragrant aroma. He continued to wiggle his fingers alternating them with a fucking motion. His tongue stayed on its target.
She came like a man. Each thrust resulted in squirt or a surge. Her hips bucked with each release. She continued to thrust, again and again and again. His hand was on her flat stomach trying to hold her down and control her.
AS the waves receded, she came back to her sense. Slowly and luxuriously she rubbed herself up and down on the face, nose, chin and the tongue that was serving her so well.
The young man stood up to undo his trousers and fuck her. She lifted her leg and placed it on his torso. Her leg held him back. "Go!" she ordered him.
He hesitated. Her body was prone before him. The glistening vale between her legs was visible to him. Within lay the treasure he so desperately sought. And then those glorious breasts. And she looked even lovelier with her hair in disarray spread on the bed.
"If you want more later and again, go now," she said, the resoluteness in her voice conveying the message.
He left.
She sighed her deep satisfaction and stretched and moved on the sheets of her bed.
Lazily she turned towards the laptop. Her breasts hung and the tips rested on the bed. He saw her mangalsutra, the emblem of her married status.
She reached out to the keyboard and typed, "I learned how to get pleasure without getting... fucked."
As always, without waiting for his reply, she logged off.
"But my fingers are pointing upward," he said, his lips, nose, chin, glistening and dripping with his saliva and her outpourings.
"Yes, upward. Thrust!" she begged him and pushed his head back where it belonged. "Fuck with your fingers. Tongue me! Together!" She could barely speak as she gasped out the instructions.
He thrust his fingers and found them quickly drenched and her juices running down into his palm. He opened his mouth to give relief to his tongue and used the gap to grab at her lips with his mouth.
"Oh yes!" she wailed. Her body started to thrash and buck with a new vigor. "Don't stop! Don't! Don't! Don't!" she pleaded.
He was not going to. With his free hand he reached up and gripped one breast. This, Shyam could see. He could see the head of the student, the stomach fluttering, the large breasts and her head thrashing from side to side.
In an inspired moment the student stopped fucking her with his fingers. Allowing them to remain deeply embedded, his wiggled his fingers inside the pussy.
She lost control of herself. "Yes!" she hissed and conveyed her approval and pleasure. Her body heaved and thrashed as her orgasm ripped through her. He found it tough to stay focused with his tongue and fingers but her grip on him only tightened to keep them in place.
She rammed herself on his face and rubbed herself all over him as she came. And she surprised the young man when an amber like fluid shot out of her in a torrent. She flooded him. He instinctively knew it was some other fluid from its fragrant aroma. He continued to wiggle his fingers alternating them with a fucking motion. His tongue stayed on its target.
She came like a man. Each thrust resulted in squirt or a surge. Her hips bucked with each release. She continued to thrust, again and again and again. His hand was on her flat stomach trying to hold her down and control her.
AS the waves receded, she came back to her sense. Slowly and luxuriously she rubbed herself up and down on the face, nose, chin and the tongue that was serving her so well.
The young man stood up to undo his trousers and fuck her. She lifted her leg and placed it on his torso. Her leg held him back. "Go!" she ordered him.
He hesitated. Her body was prone before him. The glistening vale between her legs was visible to him. Within lay the treasure he so desperately sought. And then those glorious breasts. And she looked even lovelier with her hair in disarray spread on the bed.
"If you want more later and again, go now," she said, the resoluteness in her voice conveying the message.
He left.
She sighed her deep satisfaction and stretched and moved on the sheets of her bed.
Lazily she turned towards the laptop. Her breasts hung and the tips rested on the bed. He saw her mangalsutra, the emblem of her married status.
She reached out to the keyboard and typed, "I learned how to get pleasure without getting... fucked."
As always, without waiting for his reply, she logged off.
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