29-10-2021, 12:37 PM
"The answer is no," she said. "But can I see it again? I just want to see it."
He knew she was going to say that. "Okay."
He stood up and reached his hand into his jacket, then it all happened very fast. She watched his hand fall down and pull his fly open. He reached inside his trousers, fumbled around a bit and took out a painfully big cock.
Shilpa was naturally startled. She shrank back on the chair like he had pulled out the gun and pointed at her face. And the way he held it in his hand, it looked he was going to urinate on her. He didn't. Shilpa wanted him to put it away, but she didn't tell him to. She just stared at the pale shaft as it dangled inches from her pretty face.
The Blue Hawk watched her and thought she looked like a girl who was meeting a horse for the first time. She was both terrified and thrilled.
"Wow," she said.
The cock was pale and wormy looking without a turtle neck. A huge black vein ran down the leathery shaft. It looked about as ugly as the owner. "That's big," she said.
"I'm Punjabi," he shrugged. He started to rub it.
She looked up at his eyes. "Really? I'm part Punjabi too."
Shilpa 's mind raced as she led the Blue Hawk by the hand inside her house. He walked behind her, looking around. Her heart was beating so fast. Was she really going to fuck this old guy? She couldn't believe she wanted to, like really wanted to. She had fantasied about cheating before, like any normal person, but she had never done it. Never even kissed another man after she got married. And she had had opportunities with rich and gorgeous men. Yet, she was about to break her vows with a slightly out-of-shape senior citizen.
She was still wearing her sexy string bikini. She climbed the main stairs. The Blue Hawk following her, holding her hand. She could feel the old man's gaze on her bubbly, firm ass.
"I can't believe this is happening," she said. She tried not to stare at her wedding photos framed on the wall of the staircase. "I don't know why I'm..."
"You're drunk," he said.
She stopped at the top step and looked at him eye-to-eye. He was standing a few steps below her. She realized his observation was correct. She was drunker than she thought but: "Not that drunk."
He shrugged.
She pulled him into the second floor and made a left. He followed her, grinning. "Where's your husband?" he asked her.
"Don't talk about him."
"But he's not coming home?" he said. "I haven't' seen him in a few days."
She shook her head, her pony tail hair swinging. "He's on a tour to Jaipur."
She took a breath and opened the door to her bedroom. The window curtains were open at the other side of the room. Through them, she could see the top floor of the Sharma's house across the street. The curtains were opened there, too, and she saw “Mili Sharma writing on a desk by her window. Shilpa quickly skipped to the windows and pulled the curtains closed. She exhaled. When she turned around, e Blue Hawk started to pull off his shirt and yank down his pants and boxers. In seconds, he stood completely naked in front of her.
Shilpa stared.
His body wasn't as weathered as she feared, but it was not what she was used to. Her husband was firm and in good-shape, good-looking. The Blue Hawk had a nasty knife scar on his stomach. His pale skin was wrinkled and freckled, his legs were hairy like a wolf. Yet, she liked how he stood upright and strong, stout like a tree. A man with pride. She looked down at that extra-large cock and silver pubic hairs around it. He started to rub his meat.
"I've never done this before," she said.
"I'm sure you have," he said. "You've been married for..."
"No," she interrupted. "I mean, it's been a long time since...."
"It doesn't have to mean anything," he said.
"You're wrong, and this is wrong. I shouldn't be doing it but..."
Shilpa started to take off her wedding band. What the hell are you thinking? She thought. You love Amit,. Don't do this. Plus, the old man is gross. If you're going to cheat, at least go after someone more age appropriate. She tried to listen to the voice. But she slid her wedding band off her finger instead and set it down on the dresser.
When she turned to the Blue Hawk, she found him lying face up in the middle of the bed with his head resting on the pillow. His penis was getting stiff, the black vein was darker.
"Now you," he said, nodding at her top.
"I guess," she said.
She fiddled her fingers and breezily pulled the knot loose on her string top. When it fell to the floor, two mountains of milky-white cleavage rolled down. They were shapely, round and pert. In a few years, they will drop with a grow woman's sag, but today they were still perfect. Her pink nipples looked yummy. She looked incredible standing there without her top.
"Look at those big bastards," he said, wetting his mouth his with his tongue. "I can't wait to see them bounce," he said, smacking his thighs.
"How romantic."
She hopped on the bed and crawled on top of his weathered body until she was sitting straight up on his thighs, his mid-size erection bumped against her covered crotch. She looked down at him. He looked up at her.
"What now?" she asked. "Do we kiss?"
"You're killing the mood."
"I'm nervous," she said.
"I can tell," he said, and then he went quiet, thinking.
"What?"
"You decide if you want to kiss or not, I know that can be very personal for some girls, more than sex."
She thought about it and it sounded wrong, but felt right. She could see herself fucking him, but not kissing him. At the same time, she liked kissing and what's sex without kissing? "Let's do it," she said. "Get it out of the way."
"Okay."
She bent low to his face, her soft tits pushed against his chest, and then her lips pressed on his mouth. He thought her kiss was sweet and wet. His erection throbbed and grew, but she didn't feel like it. Maybe it was their tequila breath. She sat back up. "Not bad," she lied. She looked almost bored.
"I can do better," he said.
"Okay, sure."
She bent low again, but this time he cupped her face and kissed her like he used to kiss Pinky. Grazing her lips at first, making her mouth tremble, and only then locking his mouth on her mouth. Shilpa closed her eyes this time and moaned. He ran her fingers through her hair and undid her ponytail. He could feel her heart beating so fast on her chest. When she moaned again, he slipped a little tongue inside her mouth.
She sat back up, her cheeks were rosy red.
"Better?"
"Oh, yeah," she said, pleasantly surprised. "Let's do it again."
"If you insist."
She bent low with a hungry mouth and they made out like teenagers, exchanging warm saliva, sucking each other's tongues, feeling the heat off their bodies. They rolled around on the bed, his hands roamed all over her chest, ass, and legs. She was excited. She moaned loudly and reached down to grip his fully erect cock that she guessed was close to nine inches. She gripped hard and pumped it twice. He groaned. When they stopped rolling on the bed, they were in same position again, she on top of him, but this time her hair was a mess all over her face and they were both red and flushed.
She fanned herself with her hand. "I'm so fucking wet right now."
He looked and saw a big wet spot on the crotch of her bikini bottom. He brushed aside the soft fabric and exposed her waxed pubic mound, tiny bristles of small here starting grow. A little landing strip of pubic hair above her tiny clitoris. He pushed aside the fabric a bit more. Now he saw her small, pink labias and tight pink slit. He opened those velvet pussy lips and slipped two fingers inside her gooey walls.
She closed her eyes and gave a lusty moan.
"You're ready," he told her.
She bit her lip and nodded.
The Blue Hawk grinned.
He took his thumb and pressed the top of his cock into her sweet, little cunt. Shilpa cried. He groaned. She was so fucking warm and tight, suffocation vaginal walls. He pushed his shaft deeper into her tunnel. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, but he could still hear her muffled cries. He drove it deeper. Her plump breasts heaved as she breathed harder and harder.
As Shilpa took him, she could feel herself being stretched open beyond what she thought she could bear. She wanted to scream. The discomfort was awful and throbbing pain shot through her body.
It made her remember her first time. Shilpa was eighteen. The cop looked about forty-five. He stopped her for speeding on a tight, curvy road. She had almost crashed into a tree, but she was more worried about losing her license. Maybe we could work something out, the cop had said. Okay, she said, not really thinking about what he meant by that. He asked her to get in his car and then they drove away, leaving her car at the side of the road. It will be fine, he said, don't worry. He parked the cruiser in a wooded area and pulled his blue pants down. His cock was as big and thick as his forearm, okay Shilpa thought now, maybe it wasn't that big. In truth, it was probably average, but that's how she remembered it. It was her first one. The cop asked her to straddle him on the front seat. But there's not enough room, she said. There's enough room, he assured her. He was right. There was enough room. She sat on his legs facing him and then he shoved his cock inside her. She cried and cried as he kept assuring her the pain will go away, the pain will go away.
"You want me to stop?" The Blue Hawk asked her. She was trembling and looked hurt. Her mouth was still covered, but he could see her eyes cringing.
Shilpa shook her head and whispered into her hand: "The pain will go away."
The Blue Hawk didn't hear her, but the pain was receding. She remembered fondly how the cop had grabbed her hips and started to bounce her on his legs. Her head banging against the cloth roof of the car. She liked it more and more each time he slammed her down. And almost as if the Blue Hawk could read her mind, he grabbed her hips in the same way and started to bounce her his legs in the same way.
"Oh, fuck!" Shilpa screamed. Her hands raced down to the side of the Blue Hawk's legs, she clutched the covers and started to pull them loose as she came. They both heard the soft, wet sounds as he splashed his big cock around in her love juices. The pain was gone now. She was smiling, swooning on top of him while moving her hips. She raked his chest with her nails.
"That's it baby," the Blue Hawk groaned, watching her enjoy herself.
He sat up on his knees, holding tight to her incredible body to keep her falling off. She hugged his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. As she kissed him passionately, he pumped into her pussy. Hard and fast. Locomotive thrusts. Shilpa gasped and leaned back while back holding onto his neck. They rocked on the bed, headboard banging against the wall.
It was stunning the way Shilpa moaned and screamed in ecstasy. Her girlish cries echoed across every room in her house and if anyone had been standing on her porch, they might have heard
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He knew she was going to say that. "Okay."
He stood up and reached his hand into his jacket, then it all happened very fast. She watched his hand fall down and pull his fly open. He reached inside his trousers, fumbled around a bit and took out a painfully big cock.
Shilpa was naturally startled. She shrank back on the chair like he had pulled out the gun and pointed at her face. And the way he held it in his hand, it looked he was going to urinate on her. He didn't. Shilpa wanted him to put it away, but she didn't tell him to. She just stared at the pale shaft as it dangled inches from her pretty face.
The Blue Hawk watched her and thought she looked like a girl who was meeting a horse for the first time. She was both terrified and thrilled.
"Wow," she said.
The cock was pale and wormy looking without a turtle neck. A huge black vein ran down the leathery shaft. It looked about as ugly as the owner. "That's big," she said.
"I'm Punjabi," he shrugged. He started to rub it.
She looked up at his eyes. "Really? I'm part Punjabi too."
Shilpa 's mind raced as she led the Blue Hawk by the hand inside her house. He walked behind her, looking around. Her heart was beating so fast. Was she really going to fuck this old guy? She couldn't believe she wanted to, like really wanted to. She had fantasied about cheating before, like any normal person, but she had never done it. Never even kissed another man after she got married. And she had had opportunities with rich and gorgeous men. Yet, she was about to break her vows with a slightly out-of-shape senior citizen.
She was still wearing her sexy string bikini. She climbed the main stairs. The Blue Hawk following her, holding her hand. She could feel the old man's gaze on her bubbly, firm ass.
"I can't believe this is happening," she said. She tried not to stare at her wedding photos framed on the wall of the staircase. "I don't know why I'm..."
"You're drunk," he said.
She stopped at the top step and looked at him eye-to-eye. He was standing a few steps below her. She realized his observation was correct. She was drunker than she thought but: "Not that drunk."
He shrugged.
She pulled him into the second floor and made a left. He followed her, grinning. "Where's your husband?" he asked her.
"Don't talk about him."
"But he's not coming home?" he said. "I haven't' seen him in a few days."
She shook her head, her pony tail hair swinging. "He's on a tour to Jaipur."
She took a breath and opened the door to her bedroom. The window curtains were open at the other side of the room. Through them, she could see the top floor of the Sharma's house across the street. The curtains were opened there, too, and she saw “Mili Sharma writing on a desk by her window. Shilpa quickly skipped to the windows and pulled the curtains closed. She exhaled. When she turned around, e Blue Hawk started to pull off his shirt and yank down his pants and boxers. In seconds, he stood completely naked in front of her.
Shilpa stared.
His body wasn't as weathered as she feared, but it was not what she was used to. Her husband was firm and in good-shape, good-looking. The Blue Hawk had a nasty knife scar on his stomach. His pale skin was wrinkled and freckled, his legs were hairy like a wolf. Yet, she liked how he stood upright and strong, stout like a tree. A man with pride. She looked down at that extra-large cock and silver pubic hairs around it. He started to rub his meat.
"I've never done this before," she said.
"I'm sure you have," he said. "You've been married for..."
"No," she interrupted. "I mean, it's been a long time since...."
"It doesn't have to mean anything," he said.
"You're wrong, and this is wrong. I shouldn't be doing it but..."
Shilpa started to take off her wedding band. What the hell are you thinking? She thought. You love Amit,. Don't do this. Plus, the old man is gross. If you're going to cheat, at least go after someone more age appropriate. She tried to listen to the voice. But she slid her wedding band off her finger instead and set it down on the dresser.
When she turned to the Blue Hawk, she found him lying face up in the middle of the bed with his head resting on the pillow. His penis was getting stiff, the black vein was darker.
"Now you," he said, nodding at her top.
"I guess," she said.
She fiddled her fingers and breezily pulled the knot loose on her string top. When it fell to the floor, two mountains of milky-white cleavage rolled down. They were shapely, round and pert. In a few years, they will drop with a grow woman's sag, but today they were still perfect. Her pink nipples looked yummy. She looked incredible standing there without her top.
"Look at those big bastards," he said, wetting his mouth his with his tongue. "I can't wait to see them bounce," he said, smacking his thighs.
"How romantic."
She hopped on the bed and crawled on top of his weathered body until she was sitting straight up on his thighs, his mid-size erection bumped against her covered crotch. She looked down at him. He looked up at her.
"What now?" she asked. "Do we kiss?"
"You're killing the mood."
"I'm nervous," she said.
"I can tell," he said, and then he went quiet, thinking.
"What?"
"You decide if you want to kiss or not, I know that can be very personal for some girls, more than sex."
She thought about it and it sounded wrong, but felt right. She could see herself fucking him, but not kissing him. At the same time, she liked kissing and what's sex without kissing? "Let's do it," she said. "Get it out of the way."
"Okay."
She bent low to his face, her soft tits pushed against his chest, and then her lips pressed on his mouth. He thought her kiss was sweet and wet. His erection throbbed and grew, but she didn't feel like it. Maybe it was their tequila breath. She sat back up. "Not bad," she lied. She looked almost bored.
"I can do better," he said.
"Okay, sure."
She bent low again, but this time he cupped her face and kissed her like he used to kiss Pinky. Grazing her lips at first, making her mouth tremble, and only then locking his mouth on her mouth. Shilpa closed her eyes this time and moaned. He ran her fingers through her hair and undid her ponytail. He could feel her heart beating so fast on her chest. When she moaned again, he slipped a little tongue inside her mouth.
She sat back up, her cheeks were rosy red.
"Better?"
"Oh, yeah," she said, pleasantly surprised. "Let's do it again."
"If you insist."
She bent low with a hungry mouth and they made out like teenagers, exchanging warm saliva, sucking each other's tongues, feeling the heat off their bodies. They rolled around on the bed, his hands roamed all over her chest, ass, and legs. She was excited. She moaned loudly and reached down to grip his fully erect cock that she guessed was close to nine inches. She gripped hard and pumped it twice. He groaned. When they stopped rolling on the bed, they were in same position again, she on top of him, but this time her hair was a mess all over her face and they were both red and flushed.
She fanned herself with her hand. "I'm so fucking wet right now."
He looked and saw a big wet spot on the crotch of her bikini bottom. He brushed aside the soft fabric and exposed her waxed pubic mound, tiny bristles of small here starting grow. A little landing strip of pubic hair above her tiny clitoris. He pushed aside the fabric a bit more. Now he saw her small, pink labias and tight pink slit. He opened those velvet pussy lips and slipped two fingers inside her gooey walls.
She closed her eyes and gave a lusty moan.
"You're ready," he told her.
She bit her lip and nodded.
The Blue Hawk grinned.
He took his thumb and pressed the top of his cock into her sweet, little cunt. Shilpa cried. He groaned. She was so fucking warm and tight, suffocation vaginal walls. He pushed his shaft deeper into her tunnel. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, but he could still hear her muffled cries. He drove it deeper. Her plump breasts heaved as she breathed harder and harder.
As Shilpa took him, she could feel herself being stretched open beyond what she thought she could bear. She wanted to scream. The discomfort was awful and throbbing pain shot through her body.
It made her remember her first time. Shilpa was eighteen. The cop looked about forty-five. He stopped her for speeding on a tight, curvy road. She had almost crashed into a tree, but she was more worried about losing her license. Maybe we could work something out, the cop had said. Okay, she said, not really thinking about what he meant by that. He asked her to get in his car and then they drove away, leaving her car at the side of the road. It will be fine, he said, don't worry. He parked the cruiser in a wooded area and pulled his blue pants down. His cock was as big and thick as his forearm, okay Shilpa thought now, maybe it wasn't that big. In truth, it was probably average, but that's how she remembered it. It was her first one. The cop asked her to straddle him on the front seat. But there's not enough room, she said. There's enough room, he assured her. He was right. There was enough room. She sat on his legs facing him and then he shoved his cock inside her. She cried and cried as he kept assuring her the pain will go away, the pain will go away.
"You want me to stop?" The Blue Hawk asked her. She was trembling and looked hurt. Her mouth was still covered, but he could see her eyes cringing.
Shilpa shook her head and whispered into her hand: "The pain will go away."
The Blue Hawk didn't hear her, but the pain was receding. She remembered fondly how the cop had grabbed her hips and started to bounce her on his legs. Her head banging against the cloth roof of the car. She liked it more and more each time he slammed her down. And almost as if the Blue Hawk could read her mind, he grabbed her hips in the same way and started to bounce her his legs in the same way.
"Oh, fuck!" Shilpa screamed. Her hands raced down to the side of the Blue Hawk's legs, she clutched the covers and started to pull them loose as she came. They both heard the soft, wet sounds as he splashed his big cock around in her love juices. The pain was gone now. She was smiling, swooning on top of him while moving her hips. She raked his chest with her nails.
"That's it baby," the Blue Hawk groaned, watching her enjoy herself.
He sat up on his knees, holding tight to her incredible body to keep her falling off. She hugged his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. As she kissed him passionately, he pumped into her pussy. Hard and fast. Locomotive thrusts. Shilpa gasped and leaned back while back holding onto his neck. They rocked on the bed, headboard banging against the wall.
It was stunning the way Shilpa moaned and screamed in ecstasy. Her girlish cries echoed across every room in her house and if anyone had been standing on her porch, they might have heard
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