09-03-2019, 12:05 PM
The sofa creaked loudly as her sumptuous ass pounded the cushions. Shyam was now slobbering loudly. Sunita knew they were being way too noisy but she was transfixed and unable to move or even think. Her panties were soaked and her fingers played uselessly with the lips outwardly. It would have been impossible to miss this and sleep through the noisy lovemaking she thought. Her other hand gripped the railing hard, her knuckles whitening, as she rubbed herself with the free hand, wishing she had learned from Shyam about masturbating. Nandini shuddered and shook so violently that clearly Shyam was having trouble holding her down. He tried hard to keep at the pulsating pussy and pleasure Nandini as fully as he could. Suddenly Nandini pushed him away saying, "I need to use the loo," and she stood up. Shyam pleaded with her to stay, "Just let go, dear. I want you to pour and flood me!" he begged, remembering the way in which Sunita gushed and wondering whether Nandini was stopping herself from gushing.
"No, I don't think its that," muttered a tense Nandini as she made her way to the toilet, throwing her night gown on, and carrying her undergarments in her hand. As she moved, she thought she saw the silhouette of a person darting in the upper balcony overlooking the hall but she couldn't be sure. "Come lets move to the room," she said moving off towards the stairs to climb to the first floor. The guest room where they were staying was across the floor from Karan and Sunita's room. Shyam followed her, his cock having made his pajamas uncomfortably wet. As they passed the master bedroom Shyam noticed the door was ajar. Nandini went ahead in a hurry as she needed to use the toilet rather urgently. Before he could go further behind Nandini he felt Sunita's soft small hand on his wrist, holding him back. It startled him and the surprise quickly turned to pleasure. Sunita desperately needed to be touched and pulled Shyam to herself. She leaned back against the wall and let her hand explore the hardness in the pajamas. She gasped as she felt the damp mess in the pajamas and the still jerking and twitching cock which had received no attention yet from Nandini.
Her mouth opened to hungrily devour the man who had made her the full woman she now was. She kissed him hard and he let his hands go to the small, tender yet deliciously sensitive breasts. She moaned into his mouth and slid her pussy close to his thigh so that she could grind against the hardness of his thigh for some immediate and urgent relief. Shyam started to bunch up her dress in his fingers and pull up the gown around her waist. Sunita parted her legs, cursing for having worn her panties. She needed to feel his cock, to stroke him and to reach for his shoulders and touch him everywhere. She could hardly afford to divert her hands to her panties and yet she wanted his hands there. Not just in her crotch but diving deep into her. Not just finger fucking, but for his digits to take full possession of her and responsibility for pleasuring her ever more completely.
In the heat of the moment Shyam and Sunita were just grabbing at each other wildly everywhere. His hands were on her breasts, going up from under the hem of her gown. So it could not have been his hands that slowly started to peel down her panties. Nor were the hands large as his. They were soft, feminine; they were Nandini's.
Sunita shuddered as she almost climaxed at the thought of Nandini touching her. It was the excitement of being touched by such soft hands, but it was also the first time a woman had been sexual towards her. In that instant she realized that Shyam and Nandini were intensely sexual beings compared to herself and Karan and that Nandini was implicitly accepting Sunita's need for Shyam.
Her body shook and tears filled her eyes as she looked at Nandini's admiring eyes take in her body as she knelt down and rolled the panties down to her ankles. Her body shuddered and spasmed with every touch of Nandini's hands. No she wasn't a lesbian; it was just that Nandini was a woman unleashed by her Shyam years ago. And the acceptance of Sunita by Nandini opened doors for her with Shyam which meant a more complete sexual experience than ever before. It settled all the complex feelings that surged in her every time her body lusted Shyam. Suddenly it was all okay and the tears were the relief at having crossed an important stage in the evolution with Shyam. That sense of belonging, bordering on gratitude, made her kiss Nandini on her lips. Nandini screamed a little scream and her hands stroked Sunita's crotch and ass. As her hand went near Sunita's crotch it encountered the bouncing thickness of Shyam as he continued to fondle her breasts and seek her lips.
"No, I don't think its that," muttered a tense Nandini as she made her way to the toilet, throwing her night gown on, and carrying her undergarments in her hand. As she moved, she thought she saw the silhouette of a person darting in the upper balcony overlooking the hall but she couldn't be sure. "Come lets move to the room," she said moving off towards the stairs to climb to the first floor. The guest room where they were staying was across the floor from Karan and Sunita's room. Shyam followed her, his cock having made his pajamas uncomfortably wet. As they passed the master bedroom Shyam noticed the door was ajar. Nandini went ahead in a hurry as she needed to use the toilet rather urgently. Before he could go further behind Nandini he felt Sunita's soft small hand on his wrist, holding him back. It startled him and the surprise quickly turned to pleasure. Sunita desperately needed to be touched and pulled Shyam to herself. She leaned back against the wall and let her hand explore the hardness in the pajamas. She gasped as she felt the damp mess in the pajamas and the still jerking and twitching cock which had received no attention yet from Nandini.
Her mouth opened to hungrily devour the man who had made her the full woman she now was. She kissed him hard and he let his hands go to the small, tender yet deliciously sensitive breasts. She moaned into his mouth and slid her pussy close to his thigh so that she could grind against the hardness of his thigh for some immediate and urgent relief. Shyam started to bunch up her dress in his fingers and pull up the gown around her waist. Sunita parted her legs, cursing for having worn her panties. She needed to feel his cock, to stroke him and to reach for his shoulders and touch him everywhere. She could hardly afford to divert her hands to her panties and yet she wanted his hands there. Not just in her crotch but diving deep into her. Not just finger fucking, but for his digits to take full possession of her and responsibility for pleasuring her ever more completely.
In the heat of the moment Shyam and Sunita were just grabbing at each other wildly everywhere. His hands were on her breasts, going up from under the hem of her gown. So it could not have been his hands that slowly started to peel down her panties. Nor were the hands large as his. They were soft, feminine; they were Nandini's.
Sunita shuddered as she almost climaxed at the thought of Nandini touching her. It was the excitement of being touched by such soft hands, but it was also the first time a woman had been sexual towards her. In that instant she realized that Shyam and Nandini were intensely sexual beings compared to herself and Karan and that Nandini was implicitly accepting Sunita's need for Shyam.
Her body shook and tears filled her eyes as she looked at Nandini's admiring eyes take in her body as she knelt down and rolled the panties down to her ankles. Her body shuddered and spasmed with every touch of Nandini's hands. No she wasn't a lesbian; it was just that Nandini was a woman unleashed by her Shyam years ago. And the acceptance of Sunita by Nandini opened doors for her with Shyam which meant a more complete sexual experience than ever before. It settled all the complex feelings that surged in her every time her body lusted Shyam. Suddenly it was all okay and the tears were the relief at having crossed an important stage in the evolution with Shyam. That sense of belonging, bordering on gratitude, made her kiss Nandini on her lips. Nandini screamed a little scream and her hands stroked Sunita's crotch and ass. As her hand went near Sunita's crotch it encountered the bouncing thickness of Shyam as he continued to fondle her breasts and seek her lips.
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