18-04-2019, 11:52 AM
part12
My instincts motivated me to hide or run. In retrospect, it was absurd. Here I was in my own home, feeling like a burglar. Since I knew that the French doors to our bedroom were looked, I was trapped in the master bath. I switched off the light, and hoped that Mansi didn't need to use the facilities.
Initially, I sat quietly on the commode. Mansi's voice grew louder as I heard her enter the bedroom. When I could make out what she was saying, I was shocked.
"God! I'm dripping wet! My panties are soaking." Mansi exclaimed breathlessly.
Whether by serendipity or by plan, I realized that I could see most of the bedroom including our bed in the reflection of the vanity mirror. There, I saw a reversed image of Mansi unzipping a stylish yellow skirt and letting it fall to the floor where she kicked it away from her feet. She was still wearing matching yellow pumps and thigh-high stockings. The tail of her white, silk blouse covered her panties.
Although I was somewhat disoriented by the mirror image, I realized that she was looking towards the door to the living room as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. As she did, she licked her lips in a seductive manner I had never seen before. With a glistening pout, she finished with the last button. Mansi opened the blouse that slipped from her shoulders to the floor. To my surprise, Mansi was not wearing a bra. Her 34B breasts were fully exposed with her nipples erect. With her blouse gone, I could finally see Mansi's panties. They were skimpy, high-cut and, she was right. There was a very noticeable dark wet spot seeping through the crotch.
Mansi's gaze was still directed towards the bedroom door. "Do you still like what you see?" Mansi asked in a deep voice.
I heard a male voice reply "umm-hmmm."
"Prove it. Show me that you like it." Mansi commanded.
From my angle, I couldn't see her male guest, but I knew it had to be Rohit. I heard the sound of rustling clothes and, then, an unzipping zipper. With that sound, Mansi's eyes grew very large as she looked down. Her breathing grew faster, and she started manipulating her hard nipples.
"God. It looks even larger in the day light." Mansi licked her lips again while working her nipples.
Suddenly, Mansi squatted down gracefully keeping her balance in her high heels. With her legs spread, emphasizing the growing wet spot that now almost saturated the entirety of her underwear, Mansi beckoned with her index finger. "Please ... bring it here. I need to taste it, feel it ..."
In anticipation, both Mansi and I waited. The on the edge of the mirror, I saw a bulbous cock-head, pre-cum fluid dribbling from the hole. It was a little difficult to estimate its size given the absence of a reference object. But, it seemed abnormally large. Slowly, the shaft came into view. It too seemed thick and had bulging veins. I expected to immediately see Rohit's body, but more and more shaft followed until it culminated in dark brown pubic hair with commensurate testicles swaying heavily between Rohit's muscular legs.
When Rohit reached Mansi, I could finally appreciate the massive size of Rohit's genitals. His cock-head touched the bottom of her chin while brushing Mansi's nose trils. Its length and girth were far greater than my slim 6 inches. I mentally guessed 9-10 inches in length and, as Mansi grasped his dick, her hand could not quite encircle it.
In a worshipping manner, Mansi's tongue dabbed up Rohit's pre-cum. She then closed her eyes and kissed the tip of the mammoth rod. Just as Mansi's lips parted wide, in an optimistic effort to give passage to Rohit's erection, Rohit motioned to the bed stand and said: "Shouldn't you cover up Ravi's picture?"
With a wicked smile, Mansi got up and retrieved our wedding photo that she kept next to the bed. She strategically placed it on the bed, inches away from Rohit's cock. Then Mansi lifted Rohit's cock to the photo and, in a flaunting manner, slurped the head into her mouth.
The humiliation excited me. Mansi's lips were stretched taut and her jaw wide open as she did her best to fellate Rohit. In the background was our wedding picture. Despite her efforts, Mansi's petite mouth could not accommodate more than 4 inches of Rohit's dick.
After about five minutes of valiant efforts, Mansi stopped sucking and stood up. She slipped her sopping panties off and laid back on the bed. Her legs were splayed wide and I could clearly see her engorged labia glistening with her lubricants.
"Rohit, I need you to fuck me good! It's about time that I get really well fucked in this bed!"
Where are your children’s Mansi? Rohit asked?
I have sent them to one of ours neighbors. They like children’s very much. Children’s will be safe in their custody.
Rohit smiled, so you got reed of them. But how old are they?
Fuck my boys Rohit……. Don’t you see I can’t wait anymore. Come on please.
Rohit smiled. Ok…darling… ok. I just wanted to know their age…….that’s it……..a normal curiosity you can say. I don’t want to waste time like you also.
Then why are you thinking about mine and Ravi’s children’s. The way things are going between us, I think very soon we will have to think about our babies. Mansi Replied
That hurt, but my own erection throbbed.
Mansi positioned our wedding portrait at the end of the bed between her legs. Rohit climbed between her thighs and began to run the tip of his cock up and down Mansi's slit. It seemed to dwarf Mansi's crotch. Mansi's eyes shut and she began to moan softly as Rohit prepped her for entry. As he did, there was a squishing sound as Mansi's juices flowed.
"I think your pussy is starting to get use to me, its opening wide," Rohit remarked.
"Ummm-hmmm. It misses your thick, long cock. It wishes that you were fucking it raw 24 hours a day."
I was amazed. The impossible seemed to begin to happen. Mansi's petite pussy was expanding beyond anything I'd ever witnessed. Rohit's cock-head disappeared and Mansi sighed, breathed in deeply and tilted her pelvis to aid the invader. The lips to her vagina were stretched around Rohit's girth as he slowly plunged deeper. After about three minutes of maneuvering, I could no longer see Rohit's cock; his gbangfruit-sized balls rested in the crack of Mansi's ass. It was an awesome sight.
Rohit began to pump the full length of his cock in and out of Mansi's distended cunt. Mansi became very vocal as Rohit's tempo increased, moaning and whimpering in obvious ecstasy. The slurping noises coming from her pussy as Rohit pounded away were nasty. With each thrust, Mansi's body would recoil and her breasts wiggle as Rohit's penis rammed her cervix further back into her abdomen.
To my amazement, Mansi's stomach began to undulate with an orgasm after about five minutes of frantic fucking. Rohit wouldn't let up and allow the spasms to subside. Instead, he worked Mansi's pussy like a finely tuned instrument, bringing her again and again to climax until I lost count.
By know my own dick was throbbing as if ready to explode. Suddenly, in the reflection of the mirror, I saw Rohit's pace reach a crescendo, his sperm-laden balls tightened and with an enormous grunt he launch his cum into the deepest regions of Mansi's over-stretched vagina, at the door to her womb. Rohit's load was so voluminous that there was inadequate space in Mansi's vagina to accommodate both Rohit's semen and his convulsing cock. Thick, white cum oozed out around Rohit's embedded shaft.
Then, I realized that my own cum was saturating my pants and running down my leg.
After a momentary respite in which Rohit and Mansi (and I) caught their breath, Rohit withdrew his still erect member with a "plop" from Mansi's gaping opening. Mansi proceeded to suck Rohit for all she was worth. Mansi's cultured restraint and manners were all but gone; she slurped and lapped with utter abandon. After about fifteen minutes of ministrations, Rohit rolled Mansi over on to all fours and plunged back in doggy-style.
Rohit spent the next 90 minutes fucking Mansi in every imaginable position. Twice more he spewed his semen into her pussy, each time his load seemed, incredibly, to be as large as the first. Rohit cum matted Mansi's dark pubic hair and flowed freely from her cunt after Rohit withdrew for the last time. Mansi had had innumerable orgasms and collapsed, naked but for the sweat glistening all over her body. Rohit dressed walked over and kissed Mansi fully on the lips. Exhausted, she mumbled, "Thank you for cumming ...please cum again."
Before Rohit left the bedroom, he turned to the darkness in the master bathroom and looked directly into the vanity mirror. It immediately dawned on me that reflections work both directions. Staring with a satisfied smirk, Rohit zipped up his fly with an arrogant flair. Without saying a word, he turned and left.
(To Be Continued)
My instincts motivated me to hide or run. In retrospect, it was absurd. Here I was in my own home, feeling like a burglar. Since I knew that the French doors to our bedroom were looked, I was trapped in the master bath. I switched off the light, and hoped that Mansi didn't need to use the facilities.
Initially, I sat quietly on the commode. Mansi's voice grew louder as I heard her enter the bedroom. When I could make out what she was saying, I was shocked.
"God! I'm dripping wet! My panties are soaking." Mansi exclaimed breathlessly.
Whether by serendipity or by plan, I realized that I could see most of the bedroom including our bed in the reflection of the vanity mirror. There, I saw a reversed image of Mansi unzipping a stylish yellow skirt and letting it fall to the floor where she kicked it away from her feet. She was still wearing matching yellow pumps and thigh-high stockings. The tail of her white, silk blouse covered her panties.
Although I was somewhat disoriented by the mirror image, I realized that she was looking towards the door to the living room as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. As she did, she licked her lips in a seductive manner I had never seen before. With a glistening pout, she finished with the last button. Mansi opened the blouse that slipped from her shoulders to the floor. To my surprise, Mansi was not wearing a bra. Her 34B breasts were fully exposed with her nipples erect. With her blouse gone, I could finally see Mansi's panties. They were skimpy, high-cut and, she was right. There was a very noticeable dark wet spot seeping through the crotch.
Mansi's gaze was still directed towards the bedroom door. "Do you still like what you see?" Mansi asked in a deep voice.
I heard a male voice reply "umm-hmmm."
"Prove it. Show me that you like it." Mansi commanded.
From my angle, I couldn't see her male guest, but I knew it had to be Rohit. I heard the sound of rustling clothes and, then, an unzipping zipper. With that sound, Mansi's eyes grew very large as she looked down. Her breathing grew faster, and she started manipulating her hard nipples.
"God. It looks even larger in the day light." Mansi licked her lips again while working her nipples.
Suddenly, Mansi squatted down gracefully keeping her balance in her high heels. With her legs spread, emphasizing the growing wet spot that now almost saturated the entirety of her underwear, Mansi beckoned with her index finger. "Please ... bring it here. I need to taste it, feel it ..."
In anticipation, both Mansi and I waited. The on the edge of the mirror, I saw a bulbous cock-head, pre-cum fluid dribbling from the hole. It was a little difficult to estimate its size given the absence of a reference object. But, it seemed abnormally large. Slowly, the shaft came into view. It too seemed thick and had bulging veins. I expected to immediately see Rohit's body, but more and more shaft followed until it culminated in dark brown pubic hair with commensurate testicles swaying heavily between Rohit's muscular legs.
When Rohit reached Mansi, I could finally appreciate the massive size of Rohit's genitals. His cock-head touched the bottom of her chin while brushing Mansi's nose trils. Its length and girth were far greater than my slim 6 inches. I mentally guessed 9-10 inches in length and, as Mansi grasped his dick, her hand could not quite encircle it.
In a worshipping manner, Mansi's tongue dabbed up Rohit's pre-cum. She then closed her eyes and kissed the tip of the mammoth rod. Just as Mansi's lips parted wide, in an optimistic effort to give passage to Rohit's erection, Rohit motioned to the bed stand and said: "Shouldn't you cover up Ravi's picture?"
With a wicked smile, Mansi got up and retrieved our wedding photo that she kept next to the bed. She strategically placed it on the bed, inches away from Rohit's cock. Then Mansi lifted Rohit's cock to the photo and, in a flaunting manner, slurped the head into her mouth.
The humiliation excited me. Mansi's lips were stretched taut and her jaw wide open as she did her best to fellate Rohit. In the background was our wedding picture. Despite her efforts, Mansi's petite mouth could not accommodate more than 4 inches of Rohit's dick.
After about five minutes of valiant efforts, Mansi stopped sucking and stood up. She slipped her sopping panties off and laid back on the bed. Her legs were splayed wide and I could clearly see her engorged labia glistening with her lubricants.
"Rohit, I need you to fuck me good! It's about time that I get really well fucked in this bed!"
Where are your children’s Mansi? Rohit asked?
I have sent them to one of ours neighbors. They like children’s very much. Children’s will be safe in their custody.
Rohit smiled, so you got reed of them. But how old are they?
Fuck my boys Rohit……. Don’t you see I can’t wait anymore. Come on please.
Rohit smiled. Ok…darling… ok. I just wanted to know their age…….that’s it……..a normal curiosity you can say. I don’t want to waste time like you also.
Then why are you thinking about mine and Ravi’s children’s. The way things are going between us, I think very soon we will have to think about our babies. Mansi Replied
That hurt, but my own erection throbbed.
Mansi positioned our wedding portrait at the end of the bed between her legs. Rohit climbed between her thighs and began to run the tip of his cock up and down Mansi's slit. It seemed to dwarf Mansi's crotch. Mansi's eyes shut and she began to moan softly as Rohit prepped her for entry. As he did, there was a squishing sound as Mansi's juices flowed.
"I think your pussy is starting to get use to me, its opening wide," Rohit remarked.
"Ummm-hmmm. It misses your thick, long cock. It wishes that you were fucking it raw 24 hours a day."
I was amazed. The impossible seemed to begin to happen. Mansi's petite pussy was expanding beyond anything I'd ever witnessed. Rohit's cock-head disappeared and Mansi sighed, breathed in deeply and tilted her pelvis to aid the invader. The lips to her vagina were stretched around Rohit's girth as he slowly plunged deeper. After about three minutes of maneuvering, I could no longer see Rohit's cock; his gbangfruit-sized balls rested in the crack of Mansi's ass. It was an awesome sight.
Rohit began to pump the full length of his cock in and out of Mansi's distended cunt. Mansi became very vocal as Rohit's tempo increased, moaning and whimpering in obvious ecstasy. The slurping noises coming from her pussy as Rohit pounded away were nasty. With each thrust, Mansi's body would recoil and her breasts wiggle as Rohit's penis rammed her cervix further back into her abdomen.
To my amazement, Mansi's stomach began to undulate with an orgasm after about five minutes of frantic fucking. Rohit wouldn't let up and allow the spasms to subside. Instead, he worked Mansi's pussy like a finely tuned instrument, bringing her again and again to climax until I lost count.
By know my own dick was throbbing as if ready to explode. Suddenly, in the reflection of the mirror, I saw Rohit's pace reach a crescendo, his sperm-laden balls tightened and with an enormous grunt he launch his cum into the deepest regions of Mansi's over-stretched vagina, at the door to her womb. Rohit's load was so voluminous that there was inadequate space in Mansi's vagina to accommodate both Rohit's semen and his convulsing cock. Thick, white cum oozed out around Rohit's embedded shaft.
Then, I realized that my own cum was saturating my pants and running down my leg.
After a momentary respite in which Rohit and Mansi (and I) caught their breath, Rohit withdrew his still erect member with a "plop" from Mansi's gaping opening. Mansi proceeded to suck Rohit for all she was worth. Mansi's cultured restraint and manners were all but gone; she slurped and lapped with utter abandon. After about fifteen minutes of ministrations, Rohit rolled Mansi over on to all fours and plunged back in doggy-style.
Rohit spent the next 90 minutes fucking Mansi in every imaginable position. Twice more he spewed his semen into her pussy, each time his load seemed, incredibly, to be as large as the first. Rohit cum matted Mansi's dark pubic hair and flowed freely from her cunt after Rohit withdrew for the last time. Mansi had had innumerable orgasms and collapsed, naked but for the sweat glistening all over her body. Rohit dressed walked over and kissed Mansi fully on the lips. Exhausted, she mumbled, "Thank you for cumming ...please cum again."
Before Rohit left the bedroom, he turned to the darkness in the master bathroom and looked directly into the vanity mirror. It immediately dawned on me that reflections work both directions. Staring with a satisfied smirk, Rohit zipped up his fly with an arrogant flair. Without saying a word, he turned and left.
(To Be Continued)
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