09-03-2019, 12:10 PM
Sunita Taken, But Comes On Her Own
He walked into the bathroom as she was changing. One look at her half unwrapped saree and her breasts in the blouse, and Karan knew he wanted her. He made her sit on the slab of marble in the dressing area of the bathroom. He kissed her on her lips, his tongue sliding between those lovely rosy lips that I know so well. His hands were on her shoulders, slowly moving forward to caress her breasts still in the blouse and bra beneath.
Sunita sighed. A long luxurious sigh. He was so good at kissing. She remembered kissing Shyam in the way Karan had taught her. Shyam had squealed and gasped and shivered. She remembered telling Shyam that she had learned how to kiss from Karan.
Her hands went to the back of Karan's head and she kissed back with fervor. Her hands slipped inside his shirt and roamed on his chest. Not such a broad chest but her Karan's chest. These comparisons were meaningless and had come to her mind only because of Shyam. For simply years this was the only chest she knew and it gave her the comfort she needed. At least when she was with Karan. Now that she had been with Shyam the definition of comfort had changed, but that could wait till she was with Shyam. Right now.......
Right now, his hands moved to her side holding her ribcage, the thumb of his hand on her nipple. He wiggled his thumb, wanting to feel the nipple separate from the layers of fabric encasing it. There was only so much space on that marble slab and she half turned towards him, her legs involuntarily parting. She dragged her thumb across his chest till his nipple was caught between thumb and forefinger. She rolled that nub between her fingers and that made him shudder. He used his teeth to trap her lips. And sucked at the lip, pulling it between his teeth.
"Karan!" she gasped. She buried her face in his neck. His hand wandered lowered and pulled the knot of the saree around her waist. It unraveled and the chiffon slid easily to the floor. Her saree was now nothing more than a length of chiffon carelessly bundling her. The slit in her petticoat was now visible to him. Without untying that cord, the petticoat slit gave him the access he needed. His hand slipped in and he caressed her lower belly. And he could feel her panties and tried to reach lower to feel her pussy lips. She parted her legs and raised her hips a bit wanting to feel his fingers plunge in.
Her panties were in the way but he forced his fingers past the side. He played with her pussy lips and his lips moved down to her chest. He kissed and bit her chest, his desire to mouth those breasts growing but completely restrained by her blouse which was still on.
She stood up in front of him allowing the chiffon to completely come undone and slide to the floor. He buried his face in her breasts and her tummy, roaming all over her torso. She clutched at his back and her head hunched over his head. Her knees started to bend as she wanted to let his hands travel up between her legs. His fingers grabbed the petticoat and drew it up bunching it up in his fingers till his hand could go under. He found the top of her panties and pulled it down. She helped him by pulling down the other side of her panties. He was concentrating on getting it all down, but she could not wait that long. Now that the panties were around her knees he could easily fuck her with his fingers. She grabbed his hand and guided him to her pussy, and then quickly slid her hands over his back and pulled him to her.
His fingers entered her and he nosed her breast. She now turned her attention to feeding him her breasts. He moved his other hand to her hip while fluidly fucking her cunt with his fingers. She snapped open the buttons of her blouse. Immediately his mouth was back, now attacking through the lacy bra. She pushed his head away, gasping at the sensations rippling through her cunt because of his fingers. She undid her bra clasp and then let go. Gently. The cups hanging as unrestrained covers to her orbs. Her eyes locked on his. Inviting him.
His hand came up from below and he pushed aside the cups revealing those soft lovely breasts. I can see in my mind how those pink-brown nipples would have looked. His hands were soaked in her juices and when he held them, the breasts were smeared with her juices.
His lips closed on the breast. Sucking in and out. She gasped loudly. She caught his hand and sent it back to its work on her pussy. Her hips bucked as she fucked his fingers and she thrust her breasts into his face wanting him to treat her nipples the way Shyam did. When Shyam sucked her, she felt the tingle directly in her pussy. Why couldn't it be that way now? She ached for those sensations. This was crazy, to be turned on by a man who did not know how to take her places. It was crazy too, that the man, who had awoken these cravings in her, was not there to satiate her at will. It was different when she had known nothing of all this. It was different when she never felt her pussy and clit explode. But now that she had tasted that......
He walked into the bathroom as she was changing. One look at her half unwrapped saree and her breasts in the blouse, and Karan knew he wanted her. He made her sit on the slab of marble in the dressing area of the bathroom. He kissed her on her lips, his tongue sliding between those lovely rosy lips that I know so well. His hands were on her shoulders, slowly moving forward to caress her breasts still in the blouse and bra beneath.
Sunita sighed. A long luxurious sigh. He was so good at kissing. She remembered kissing Shyam in the way Karan had taught her. Shyam had squealed and gasped and shivered. She remembered telling Shyam that she had learned how to kiss from Karan.
Her hands went to the back of Karan's head and she kissed back with fervor. Her hands slipped inside his shirt and roamed on his chest. Not such a broad chest but her Karan's chest. These comparisons were meaningless and had come to her mind only because of Shyam. For simply years this was the only chest she knew and it gave her the comfort she needed. At least when she was with Karan. Now that she had been with Shyam the definition of comfort had changed, but that could wait till she was with Shyam. Right now.......
Right now, his hands moved to her side holding her ribcage, the thumb of his hand on her nipple. He wiggled his thumb, wanting to feel the nipple separate from the layers of fabric encasing it. There was only so much space on that marble slab and she half turned towards him, her legs involuntarily parting. She dragged her thumb across his chest till his nipple was caught between thumb and forefinger. She rolled that nub between her fingers and that made him shudder. He used his teeth to trap her lips. And sucked at the lip, pulling it between his teeth.
"Karan!" she gasped. She buried her face in his neck. His hand wandered lowered and pulled the knot of the saree around her waist. It unraveled and the chiffon slid easily to the floor. Her saree was now nothing more than a length of chiffon carelessly bundling her. The slit in her petticoat was now visible to him. Without untying that cord, the petticoat slit gave him the access he needed. His hand slipped in and he caressed her lower belly. And he could feel her panties and tried to reach lower to feel her pussy lips. She parted her legs and raised her hips a bit wanting to feel his fingers plunge in.
Her panties were in the way but he forced his fingers past the side. He played with her pussy lips and his lips moved down to her chest. He kissed and bit her chest, his desire to mouth those breasts growing but completely restrained by her blouse which was still on.
She stood up in front of him allowing the chiffon to completely come undone and slide to the floor. He buried his face in her breasts and her tummy, roaming all over her torso. She clutched at his back and her head hunched over his head. Her knees started to bend as she wanted to let his hands travel up between her legs. His fingers grabbed the petticoat and drew it up bunching it up in his fingers till his hand could go under. He found the top of her panties and pulled it down. She helped him by pulling down the other side of her panties. He was concentrating on getting it all down, but she could not wait that long. Now that the panties were around her knees he could easily fuck her with his fingers. She grabbed his hand and guided him to her pussy, and then quickly slid her hands over his back and pulled him to her.
His fingers entered her and he nosed her breast. She now turned her attention to feeding him her breasts. He moved his other hand to her hip while fluidly fucking her cunt with his fingers. She snapped open the buttons of her blouse. Immediately his mouth was back, now attacking through the lacy bra. She pushed his head away, gasping at the sensations rippling through her cunt because of his fingers. She undid her bra clasp and then let go. Gently. The cups hanging as unrestrained covers to her orbs. Her eyes locked on his. Inviting him.
His hand came up from below and he pushed aside the cups revealing those soft lovely breasts. I can see in my mind how those pink-brown nipples would have looked. His hands were soaked in her juices and when he held them, the breasts were smeared with her juices.
His lips closed on the breast. Sucking in and out. She gasped loudly. She caught his hand and sent it back to its work on her pussy. Her hips bucked as she fucked his fingers and she thrust her breasts into his face wanting him to treat her nipples the way Shyam did. When Shyam sucked her, she felt the tingle directly in her pussy. Why couldn't it be that way now? She ached for those sensations. This was crazy, to be turned on by a man who did not know how to take her places. It was crazy too, that the man, who had awoken these cravings in her, was not there to satiate her at will. It was different when she had known nothing of all this. It was different when she never felt her pussy and clit explode. But now that she had tasted that......
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