09-03-2019, 12:18 PM
He didn't think he had much time to complete what had begun here. Neither in terms of overstaying that late into the night, nor in terms of the bursting fullness in his cock. His hands reached down and he cupped her ass, as he had in his imagination so often. He lifted her effortless in his large hands. As he lifted her, her saree pallu fell back and her top was now open to him. Her blouse looked full with her breasts and he didn't know how to get at them. His hands were busy hiking up her saree. He needed her and he needed her now. He moved her over to the railing, holding her in one hand and resting her ass there..... Her hands moved to her blouse as she slowly unbuttoned each button, her eyes deep into Dileep's eyes. She could see in his eyes the lust and the desire to take her breasts. And she was not going to deny him, not today, not the way she had denied for so many years. She knew that had happened several times over the years when she met him in his hotel room. Or he came to her hotel room. And many times the electricity had been there, but she had kept things in check. She suspected he might masturbate over her, but she had no way of knowing. She thought of how restrained she had been, and wondered about her sluttish behavior now. Was it the woman Shyam had unleashed, who wanted to discover and experience everything that there was?
Today, she opened up the front of her blouse, and she snapped open the front opening bra. Another thing which she suspected was post Shyam. A front opening bra. He was so keen on sucking and mauling her breasts on every occasion that she found it necessary to have a set of front opening bras which she wore on days she went to see Shyam. She often opened it and left the cups covering the mounds, leaving it to Shyam to uncover and use them, suck them, milk them. Oh! That thought of Shyam. She felt a tingle in her lower belly.
She needed a man, she thought desperately. Feeling sluttish about the way her lust had spread fire through her body, but feeling comfortable that it was with someone who had known and wanted her for years. Dileep would be shy, and there was no point leaving it to him she thought. She pulled apart her bra and left her breasts open to his gaze. She felt the cool breeze tease her nipples and they puckered up, unfolding and standing up. She looked down at her nipples and her breasts and up at him. Her eyes were twinkling but her throat was dry. She couldn't smile for the lust laden senses and her lips hung open with wanting.
She looked so open and inviting. God he had waited for this for years. While she was uncovering herself for his eyes and lips, he had dropped his trousers and was busy bunching up her saree. Her ass was rested on the railing and he now cupped her ass in one hand and the other hand moved up to the middle of her back allowing her to lean back. He leaned forward and took in one breast in his mouth, then the other. Just feeling the soft skin, hot with desire. Her hands went to the back of his head and she moaned, "Dileep. Take me! How long you have waited for this. Today, they are yours."
He licked and slurped at them noisily as he tried to devour them and feed himself. It felt incredible. Sunita's soft and fruitlike breasts. His to take, taste and feed on. She held one of them up for him, so that he could feel the joy of his Sunita letting him take her, asking him to take her.
"Darling, I am sorry," he muttered between noisy slurps. "I just need you, I have to have you. I didn't mean to........."
"Shhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhh," she silenced him. She pulled his head and stuffed her breast into his mouth and told him, "No, nothing that's happening here is to be regretted. You didn't do it by yourself. I want this, okay? It's okay. Just take, take. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" The scream emanated when his lips pulled at her nipple and his mouth started to suck on the whole breast milking her at once, the moment he heard her say "Take."
He pulled at her panties but she wore them high up and he couldn't pull it down. He laid her back on the railing. Sunita reached under and helped get the waistband below the hipline. She then quickly pulled his head back to the aching breasts. She couldn't live a moment without his mouth on them. She needed him everywhere. Her cunt was screaming for his mouth but she knew she wouldn't be able to get him to do that. He was at least as conservative as her, and familiar as they were with each other, she didn't know if she could guide him that far, and give away the slut inside her.
He now found it possible to pull down her panties and soon he had it off her. Her saree was a more complex affair, but he didn't need to disrobe it off her. He just lifted her like a doll in his large powerful hands and held her poised over his bobbing cock. He looked into her eyes and she looked back expectantly. There was nothing but lust and desire in those eyes. The face was pink and the lips open and she was unable to speak. She was in his grip, and she felt open and the control was entirely his. The Dileep who she had controlled for years, now held her in his hands, cunt splayed open wide, slick with wetness, her body aching for his cock. A cock she had never seen, not touched, not felt. She had no clue how it was going to feel. She felt unprepared for the fucking that was to come. And she felt a burning desire in the pit of her stomach at the thought of one more cock to be felt and experienced. Was this really her?
Karan was slender. Shyam was thick and pleasurable. Dileep had a round cockhead that was impossibly knobby. It nosed her and prised apart her cuntlips. She gasped and held on to his neck and shoulder as she struggled with the brutally large head. Dileep tried to be gentle but the cock and cunt were simply mismatched. He held her over the cock and rotated her body, smearing her juices on his cock head and allowing his cock to nose and prod at her pussy. The sensations on his cockhead were maddening and he felt his restraint give way. She would just have to take him in he thought and let her drop a bit.
Sunita screamed and her lips closed on his muscular shoulder, biting as his cockhead pierced open her cunt. She shuddered and spasmed, a mini-orgasm instant from the ravaging her cunt had just received. He held her there, as he felt waves of shuddering in her crash in on him. He felt the quakes, the ripples of her pussy on his cock, the spasming, the pain on his shoulder with her teeth sinking in. He held on, waiting for the storm to subside.
Today, she opened up the front of her blouse, and she snapped open the front opening bra. Another thing which she suspected was post Shyam. A front opening bra. He was so keen on sucking and mauling her breasts on every occasion that she found it necessary to have a set of front opening bras which she wore on days she went to see Shyam. She often opened it and left the cups covering the mounds, leaving it to Shyam to uncover and use them, suck them, milk them. Oh! That thought of Shyam. She felt a tingle in her lower belly.
She needed a man, she thought desperately. Feeling sluttish about the way her lust had spread fire through her body, but feeling comfortable that it was with someone who had known and wanted her for years. Dileep would be shy, and there was no point leaving it to him she thought. She pulled apart her bra and left her breasts open to his gaze. She felt the cool breeze tease her nipples and they puckered up, unfolding and standing up. She looked down at her nipples and her breasts and up at him. Her eyes were twinkling but her throat was dry. She couldn't smile for the lust laden senses and her lips hung open with wanting.
She looked so open and inviting. God he had waited for this for years. While she was uncovering herself for his eyes and lips, he had dropped his trousers and was busy bunching up her saree. Her ass was rested on the railing and he now cupped her ass in one hand and the other hand moved up to the middle of her back allowing her to lean back. He leaned forward and took in one breast in his mouth, then the other. Just feeling the soft skin, hot with desire. Her hands went to the back of his head and she moaned, "Dileep. Take me! How long you have waited for this. Today, they are yours."
He licked and slurped at them noisily as he tried to devour them and feed himself. It felt incredible. Sunita's soft and fruitlike breasts. His to take, taste and feed on. She held one of them up for him, so that he could feel the joy of his Sunita letting him take her, asking him to take her.
"Darling, I am sorry," he muttered between noisy slurps. "I just need you, I have to have you. I didn't mean to........."
"Shhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhh," she silenced him. She pulled his head and stuffed her breast into his mouth and told him, "No, nothing that's happening here is to be regretted. You didn't do it by yourself. I want this, okay? It's okay. Just take, take. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" The scream emanated when his lips pulled at her nipple and his mouth started to suck on the whole breast milking her at once, the moment he heard her say "Take."
He pulled at her panties but she wore them high up and he couldn't pull it down. He laid her back on the railing. Sunita reached under and helped get the waistband below the hipline. She then quickly pulled his head back to the aching breasts. She couldn't live a moment without his mouth on them. She needed him everywhere. Her cunt was screaming for his mouth but she knew she wouldn't be able to get him to do that. He was at least as conservative as her, and familiar as they were with each other, she didn't know if she could guide him that far, and give away the slut inside her.
He now found it possible to pull down her panties and soon he had it off her. Her saree was a more complex affair, but he didn't need to disrobe it off her. He just lifted her like a doll in his large powerful hands and held her poised over his bobbing cock. He looked into her eyes and she looked back expectantly. There was nothing but lust and desire in those eyes. The face was pink and the lips open and she was unable to speak. She was in his grip, and she felt open and the control was entirely his. The Dileep who she had controlled for years, now held her in his hands, cunt splayed open wide, slick with wetness, her body aching for his cock. A cock she had never seen, not touched, not felt. She had no clue how it was going to feel. She felt unprepared for the fucking that was to come. And she felt a burning desire in the pit of her stomach at the thought of one more cock to be felt and experienced. Was this really her?
Karan was slender. Shyam was thick and pleasurable. Dileep had a round cockhead that was impossibly knobby. It nosed her and prised apart her cuntlips. She gasped and held on to his neck and shoulder as she struggled with the brutally large head. Dileep tried to be gentle but the cock and cunt were simply mismatched. He held her over the cock and rotated her body, smearing her juices on his cock head and allowing his cock to nose and prod at her pussy. The sensations on his cockhead were maddening and he felt his restraint give way. She would just have to take him in he thought and let her drop a bit.
Sunita screamed and her lips closed on his muscular shoulder, biting as his cockhead pierced open her cunt. She shuddered and spasmed, a mini-orgasm instant from the ravaging her cunt had just received. He held her there, as he felt waves of shuddering in her crash in on him. He felt the quakes, the ripples of her pussy on his cock, the spasming, the pain on his shoulder with her teeth sinking in. He held on, waiting for the storm to subside.
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