15-03-2019, 02:35 PM
Delhi Nights Ch. 02: Match Day 02
This story is continued from Delhi Nights -Match Day I. You'll need to read that story first for this to make sense.
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MATCH DAY II: ALL BETS ARE OFF
Watching the men lusting for his wife, Vikram's hands came up to palm her breasts, fingers squeezing. Kneading. Moaning softly, she arched her back, her breasts with their hard nipples in lewd display for the six men frozen in rapt attention.
What had started as a simple match day gathering had turned into a living fantasy.
"Ok guys, here's the deal," Vikram announced, his hands still massaging her firm mounds. "I think we know where this is going. But, if she tells you to stop doing something, you stop. This is your babhi. Treat her nice." He looked around the room to make sure they understood and then told the men to clear the large settee before leading his wife to it.
They had made love on the settee plenty of times before, just never in front of an audience. She lay down, looking up at him with eyes ablaze with libidinous need. He helped her shift up a little, so that it would be easier to enter her from either end. As he guided her into position she spread her legs, dropping one leg off the settee. Her pussy, dark and wet, glistened from within the neatly groomed black tufts. Vikram took in a breath of her sex - sweetly pungent with desire. His cock throbbed at the scent.
Once she was settled, Vikram removed his clothes. His hard cock sprang free, the purple, engorged head shining with pre-cum. Sonali reached for him and wrapped her fingers around his shaft as he came to stand beside her. She tugged greedily as she used the other hand to caress his lower back. She stared at his cock, heated breaths slipping past her parted lips.
The bulbous head approached as her strokes peeled back the dark foreskin. Her tongue darted out, licking at the pre-cum. He set the tip against her lips, leaned forward, and pushed the head past them into her mouth. Her lips followed its contours, hugging it tightly. Slowly, the rest of his manhood followed as her lips remained locked around it. The hand on his back pulled him to her greedily. His hips pressed forward in unneeded encouragement. Reveling in the sensation of her suckling mouth, he held himself steady and gazed down at his wife. She lay splayed across the settee, eyes closed, her body radiating need. With every move of her mouth, her breasts quivered ever so slightly.
In his peripheral vision he saw the others approach. A hand appeared and reached out - Harinder's from the steel bracelet on the wrist - and covered one of her breasts.
"Mmm," she mewed in her throat as Harinder's fingers squeezed her full mound.
Gaurev's hand soon covered her other breast, as he leaned over the back of the settee, eliciting another whimper.
Rahul approached from the other side. Kneeling between her legs, he traced his fingers down her bare thighs. Another whimper. Then, Rahul slipped his arms under her limbs and slid them onto his broad shoulders. At the center of her inflamed sex, her pink lips were slippery wet and starting to flower open in invitation. Her swollen clit poked out from under its hood. Rahul leaned in. His tongue darted out to lap at her pussy.
She whimpered, her body shuddering. She took Vikram's cock deeper into her mouth. It throbbed against her tongue.
Watching his friends playing with her, Vikram felt his lust surge. A new song began and his strokes into her mouth fell into natural rhythm with the beat. His cock danced with her mouth.
Zara zara touch me, touch me, touch me
Zara zara kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Zara zara hold me, hold me, hold me
Zara zara ...
He drew his hips back, withdrawing his cock until only the head remained within her mouth's wet embrace. He pushed forward again, sliding himself back deeper into her mouth. He pulled back. Slid forward.
Bin tere sanam iss jahan mein, bekraar hum dam da dam da dam
Back. Forward.
Bin tere sanam iss jahan mein bekraar hum
Back. Forward.
His thick shaft slowly pumped in and out of her mouth, now both her hands on his ass urging him on.
Harinder and Gaurev each manipulated her breasts, making them bulge and flow fluidly under their tensing fingers. Every few seconds one or the other would take a nipple between thumb and forefinger and give it a tweak, sometimes gently, sometimes not. Then they'd cover the breast, palm flattening the swollen nipple under it, fingers squeezing her flesh.
Between her legs, Rahul licked her pussy, his tongue slithering up and down her slit, rolling over her clit again and again. And each time he brushed against her button she moaned around Vikram's shaft.
This story is continued from Delhi Nights -Match Day I. You'll need to read that story first for this to make sense.
*****
MATCH DAY II: ALL BETS ARE OFF
Watching the men lusting for his wife, Vikram's hands came up to palm her breasts, fingers squeezing. Kneading. Moaning softly, she arched her back, her breasts with their hard nipples in lewd display for the six men frozen in rapt attention.
What had started as a simple match day gathering had turned into a living fantasy.
"Ok guys, here's the deal," Vikram announced, his hands still massaging her firm mounds. "I think we know where this is going. But, if she tells you to stop doing something, you stop. This is your babhi. Treat her nice." He looked around the room to make sure they understood and then told the men to clear the large settee before leading his wife to it.
They had made love on the settee plenty of times before, just never in front of an audience. She lay down, looking up at him with eyes ablaze with libidinous need. He helped her shift up a little, so that it would be easier to enter her from either end. As he guided her into position she spread her legs, dropping one leg off the settee. Her pussy, dark and wet, glistened from within the neatly groomed black tufts. Vikram took in a breath of her sex - sweetly pungent with desire. His cock throbbed at the scent.
Once she was settled, Vikram removed his clothes. His hard cock sprang free, the purple, engorged head shining with pre-cum. Sonali reached for him and wrapped her fingers around his shaft as he came to stand beside her. She tugged greedily as she used the other hand to caress his lower back. She stared at his cock, heated breaths slipping past her parted lips.
The bulbous head approached as her strokes peeled back the dark foreskin. Her tongue darted out, licking at the pre-cum. He set the tip against her lips, leaned forward, and pushed the head past them into her mouth. Her lips followed its contours, hugging it tightly. Slowly, the rest of his manhood followed as her lips remained locked around it. The hand on his back pulled him to her greedily. His hips pressed forward in unneeded encouragement. Reveling in the sensation of her suckling mouth, he held himself steady and gazed down at his wife. She lay splayed across the settee, eyes closed, her body radiating need. With every move of her mouth, her breasts quivered ever so slightly.
In his peripheral vision he saw the others approach. A hand appeared and reached out - Harinder's from the steel bracelet on the wrist - and covered one of her breasts.
"Mmm," she mewed in her throat as Harinder's fingers squeezed her full mound.
Gaurev's hand soon covered her other breast, as he leaned over the back of the settee, eliciting another whimper.
Rahul approached from the other side. Kneeling between her legs, he traced his fingers down her bare thighs. Another whimper. Then, Rahul slipped his arms under her limbs and slid them onto his broad shoulders. At the center of her inflamed sex, her pink lips were slippery wet and starting to flower open in invitation. Her swollen clit poked out from under its hood. Rahul leaned in. His tongue darted out to lap at her pussy.
She whimpered, her body shuddering. She took Vikram's cock deeper into her mouth. It throbbed against her tongue.
Watching his friends playing with her, Vikram felt his lust surge. A new song began and his strokes into her mouth fell into natural rhythm with the beat. His cock danced with her mouth.
Zara zara touch me, touch me, touch me
Zara zara kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Zara zara hold me, hold me, hold me
Zara zara ...
He drew his hips back, withdrawing his cock until only the head remained within her mouth's wet embrace. He pushed forward again, sliding himself back deeper into her mouth. He pulled back. Slid forward.
Bin tere sanam iss jahan mein, bekraar hum dam da dam da dam
Back. Forward.
Bin tere sanam iss jahan mein bekraar hum
Back. Forward.
His thick shaft slowly pumped in and out of her mouth, now both her hands on his ass urging him on.
Harinder and Gaurev each manipulated her breasts, making them bulge and flow fluidly under their tensing fingers. Every few seconds one or the other would take a nipple between thumb and forefinger and give it a tweak, sometimes gently, sometimes not. Then they'd cover the breast, palm flattening the swollen nipple under it, fingers squeezing her flesh.
Between her legs, Rahul licked her pussy, his tongue slithering up and down her slit, rolling over her clit again and again. And each time he brushed against her button she moaned around Vikram's shaft.
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