09-03-2019, 12:10 PM
Karan moaned and sighed, his breathing becoming ragged. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. Her hands grabbed his ass. She pulled him in deeper. She fucked him. God she wanted the thrusting to continue. She wanted her pleasure to go places. That desire drove her to move her hips against his hips. She wanted more. She had got used to the fucking Shyam gave her: long hours of fucking. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Sometimes animal, sometimes gentle. Sometimes giving, sometimes taking.
But at all times very, very deeply satisfying. And the varying moods, pace, and demands allowed them to make love for simply hours. When there was a desperate hurry to fuck, it was followed by a nap and then Shyam would be hard again, ready to take her again. When there was time, there would be a range of moods. She sighed. Shyam.
His biting of her shoulder brought her back to the source of her current pleasure, Karan. He was jerking and thrusting spasmodically. It was clear that he was about to lose it. He couldn't have possibly fucked her for any longer, which would have surprised Sunita. She dug her nails into him and smiled at him. His face was tense with the oncoming orgasm. He couldn't smile back. He screwed his eyes shut. He felt his cum boiling up. God! He needed to pull out; he couldn't cum inside her, which was their way of managing her pregnancy.
He pulled out. His cock jerked and throbbed as it spewed. She felt the warm thick cum land on her thighs, on her belly. She held him hard. Her hands snaked between them and she took the jerking flesh in her fist. She pumped him. He shuddered and gasped. His thrashing increased as she milked him with her fist. He collapsed on her. Exhausted. Her mind immediately went to how it was when Shyam lay down on her as he came. Shyam would be coated in sweat. And his sweat would coat her body. That gave her a sense of belonging she now longed for. As she imagined her Shyam, her hips thrust upward. Uselessly, for there was no engine of pleasure to now meet her need.
He got up and tossed her a towel to clean herself. She lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He staggered to find his pack of cigarettes to smoke. She looked at the pile of clothes that lay where they had undressed and fucked. Her fingers idly roamed her belly and found her still engorged clit. She stroked the clit with her fingers the way Shyam had so often. Her body shuddered. She closed her eyes and imagined Shyam between her legs. That was now not her hand, but his tongue. Her hips started to buck at the very thought. Her mouth opened and her lips parted as her fingers slid in deeper and deeper. She fucked herself, her fingers soaked with the juices of her just completed fuck with Karan. She smeared the juices on her thighs to dry out her finger and went back to fuck herself with a vengeance.
Her hips lifted and fell with a whump on the cold marble floor. The gentle thumping of her body on the marble floor was a testimony to the task left incomplete by Karan. Or was it she that would not let him complete the task? Karan stood at the door and watched his wife, her eyes closed, lost somewhere, her hips fucking, her fingers pleasuring her. He wondered....
Her thumb focused on the clit the way Shyam's tongue tip focused on it. The other hand went to her breast the way Shyam's hand would go to her breast even as he ate out her cunt. She sighed and her lips were pursed trying to contain the sounds now welling up in her throat. She pinched and mauled her breast as she felt the desperate need for pleasure. It hit her hard. Her hips thrust upward and held there. Her body screamed and she screamed with it, one hand stuffed into her mouth.
Her body was wracked with the orgasm. Intense and deep. It was the completion of what Karan had started. But clearly, he could only start it. Her body had been awoken, prepared and readied for this most intense of feelings. But Karan had moved on just the wrong moment. He couldn't read her body the way Shyam did. The nerve endings that were tingling for release found the release. She spasmed, throbbed and exploded. Her juices flowed and pooled in her womb. Her brain screamed for him. Her body worshipped the lover even in his absence. And her lips mouthed the name wordlessly, "Shyam!"
Which was just as well, for Karan stood there watching his wife take what she would not let him give..........or which he could not figure out how to give.
But at all times very, very deeply satisfying. And the varying moods, pace, and demands allowed them to make love for simply hours. When there was a desperate hurry to fuck, it was followed by a nap and then Shyam would be hard again, ready to take her again. When there was time, there would be a range of moods. She sighed. Shyam.
His biting of her shoulder brought her back to the source of her current pleasure, Karan. He was jerking and thrusting spasmodically. It was clear that he was about to lose it. He couldn't have possibly fucked her for any longer, which would have surprised Sunita. She dug her nails into him and smiled at him. His face was tense with the oncoming orgasm. He couldn't smile back. He screwed his eyes shut. He felt his cum boiling up. God! He needed to pull out; he couldn't cum inside her, which was their way of managing her pregnancy.
He pulled out. His cock jerked and throbbed as it spewed. She felt the warm thick cum land on her thighs, on her belly. She held him hard. Her hands snaked between them and she took the jerking flesh in her fist. She pumped him. He shuddered and gasped. His thrashing increased as she milked him with her fist. He collapsed on her. Exhausted. Her mind immediately went to how it was when Shyam lay down on her as he came. Shyam would be coated in sweat. And his sweat would coat her body. That gave her a sense of belonging she now longed for. As she imagined her Shyam, her hips thrust upward. Uselessly, for there was no engine of pleasure to now meet her need.
He got up and tossed her a towel to clean herself. She lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He staggered to find his pack of cigarettes to smoke. She looked at the pile of clothes that lay where they had undressed and fucked. Her fingers idly roamed her belly and found her still engorged clit. She stroked the clit with her fingers the way Shyam had so often. Her body shuddered. She closed her eyes and imagined Shyam between her legs. That was now not her hand, but his tongue. Her hips started to buck at the very thought. Her mouth opened and her lips parted as her fingers slid in deeper and deeper. She fucked herself, her fingers soaked with the juices of her just completed fuck with Karan. She smeared the juices on her thighs to dry out her finger and went back to fuck herself with a vengeance.
Her hips lifted and fell with a whump on the cold marble floor. The gentle thumping of her body on the marble floor was a testimony to the task left incomplete by Karan. Or was it she that would not let him complete the task? Karan stood at the door and watched his wife, her eyes closed, lost somewhere, her hips fucking, her fingers pleasuring her. He wondered....
Her thumb focused on the clit the way Shyam's tongue tip focused on it. The other hand went to her breast the way Shyam's hand would go to her breast even as he ate out her cunt. She sighed and her lips were pursed trying to contain the sounds now welling up in her throat. She pinched and mauled her breast as she felt the desperate need for pleasure. It hit her hard. Her hips thrust upward and held there. Her body screamed and she screamed with it, one hand stuffed into her mouth.
Her body was wracked with the orgasm. Intense and deep. It was the completion of what Karan had started. But clearly, he could only start it. Her body had been awoken, prepared and readied for this most intense of feelings. But Karan had moved on just the wrong moment. He couldn't read her body the way Shyam did. The nerve endings that were tingling for release found the release. She spasmed, throbbed and exploded. Her juices flowed and pooled in her womb. Her brain screamed for him. Her body worshipped the lover even in his absence. And her lips mouthed the name wordlessly, "Shyam!"
Which was just as well, for Karan stood there watching his wife take what she would not let him give..........or which he could not figure out how to give.
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