19-12-2018, 01:02 PM
Part - 60
Soon I saw her beginning to thrash about like a fish out of water, her entire body squirming violently under me, even as she bit her lips to suppress her moans, and threw her head from side to side. Her eyes fluttered open, burning with her intense arousal, as her breathing grew ragged, with her lips parted. She was attempting to say something, which I couldn't make out. Leaning closer to her, I asked "What, bhabhi... ?" my voice hoarse.
Her face was flushed red with blood, and her eyes burning with desire, as she hissed through clenched teeth in her native tongue "Zor se ... zor se karo..." even as she dug her fingers into my waist, and thrust her wide hips upwards. Maddened with desire, at hearing this chaste Gujarati 27-year old housewife, begging me to fuck her harder, I abandoned all my sophisticated techniques of fucking.
Nodding my head vigorously, I fell on top of her, and supported myself on my knees once again. I thrust both of my hands under her, my head resting on her magnificent pillowy milk-swollen breasts, and cupped those disproportionately large buttocks of hers. Cupping her soft bubbly butt with both my hands, I began to fuck her in earnest, ramming my cock into her with every remaining ounce of energy left in me.
"Jignesh bhaiiii..." I heard her call out my name, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and she tugged at my hair violently, crushing my head to her soft mammaries. Cupping her buttocks hard with my hands, I opened my mouth and roughly clamped it on one of her wobbling breasts, and began to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. So vigorously was I fucking her that I was afraid that the sounds my hips smacking into hers, would wake up her 3-year old daughter who slept, blissfully unaware of the sordid proceedings, right next to us.
Suddenly, I felt a violent shudder go through her body, as her entire body shook, and I felt her pelvis almost lift up from the mattress under her. Her fingers pulled my hair painfully, as her orgasm finally hit her, and a prolonged soundless cry escaped her lips. Her thick luscious incredibly hot cunt contracted around my cock, and began to twitch spasmodically, sending my cock into the throes of ecstasy.
That did it for me, and I felt my cock explode inside her. It was like a dam had burst and I felt my boiling semen burst forth from the slit of my cock, like a gushing geyser, and fill her cunt with boiling hot jizz. So crazed was I that I continued to buck my hips, as wave after wave of my long pending orgasm finally overcame me.
This undoubtedly had to be the most satisfying fuck I had had in recent times. Such was my relief at having come, that I found myself clinging to her like a helpless child. It was all the more satisfying me for I had made her come to, thus fulfilling what I felt was a moral obligation.
I lay there like that on top of her for what seemed like an eternity, my breathing ragged, and the sound of her thudding heart reverberating in my ears. I knew that this would have been an immensely satisfying fuck for her too, culminating as it was after all the emotional and physical trauma that she'd been put through by her heartless fiend of a husband.
Realizing that the dead weight of my body might be suffocating her now, I tried to pull myself away from her, only to be stopped by her. She clutched me with both hands, and clung on to me, refusing to let go off me, her thigh muscles still quivering with in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. I knew that there were many thoughts raging through her mind too, as she clung to me, but we lay there silently, her thudding hearts speaking to each other in some code language of their own.
Usually, after I had come, I just wanted to get away from there as soon as possible, but in Alka bhabhi's case, I just wanted to be in her arms. I guess that was the difference between fucking a woman, and making love to her. My cock had gone limp by now, but it was still buried in her moist cunt. I could feel the copious amounts of cum I had shot into her, oozing out of her vagina, and flow down the crack of her luscious ass, where my spent balls now rested.
Raising my head from her breasts, I pressed my lips to hers. She moaned softly, and held me to her, parting her lips and kissing me hungrily, our wet tongues a welcome relief to our dry mouths. As I pulled my mouth away, I felt her grip around me loosen. I gently extricated myself from her embrace, my limp cock slipping out of her cum-filled vagina.
As I fell back on my back, I felt her reach across my chest for the bottle of water that sat next to the bed. She sat up slowly, oblivious of her nudity, and gently cradled my head in lap. Cradling my head in the crook of her arm, this lovely woman brought the bottle of water to my parched lips. I loved her more than ever for this little gesture, and I knew at that moment that she would forever have me in her life, in one form or the other.
As I drank thirstily from the bottle, she held me to her soft pillowy bosom, which was wet and slippery with a combination of sweat, and her breast milk that had oozed out in the throes of our passionate lovemaking. Pushing the bottle away from mouth, I looked at her, gently touched her swollen breast.
Opening my mouth slightly, I nodded at her, my eyes trying to convey what I wanted. I saw a look of infinite tenderness come across her face, and the hint of a loving smile came to her quivering lips. Nodding her head in response, she cradled my head in her arms, and lovingly fed me one of her swollen milk-filled breasts!
I closed my eyes, and suckled on her thick nipples, feeling her warm sweet breast milk fill my mouth. Surprisingly, I did not find it repulsive any more, and gulped the thin watery breast milk down hungrily. She held me tenderly, caressing my face and hair, as lovingly as she would her own child.
I do not remember much after that, except that somewhere in the middle I got on to the bed, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. The last thing I remembered was her helping me tie the lungi around my waist, and placing a soft kiss on my forehead, before she covered me with a thin bedsheet. I woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping. As I opened my eyes, I saw the first rays of the early morning sun streaming through the window.
As I stretched, the events of the pas night came rushing to me. I saw that Alka bhabhi was not in the room, though her 3-year old daughter lay their curled in her sleep. Glancing at the cock, I saw that it was half past six in the morning. I was surprised that I had woken up so early, after the exertions of last night. Reaching under my mattress, I found my underwear, and quicky slipped into it. Just as I was putting on my jeans, Alka bhabhi came into the room.
At this early hour, she'd already had a bath, and looked fresh like a daisy. She had changed into a simple white saree with floral prints, and there was a radiance to her which made her incredibly fair skin. Her hair was still damp, and she had tied it behind her head in a loose bun, without having combed it yet. I could see that she had applied fresh sindhoor, in the parting of her hair, and her thin cotton white blouse was damp at the shoulders, from the water that had dripped down from her hair.
To me there was no sight lovelier than an Indian housewife, freshly bathed in the morning, looking radiant in her pristine beauty. There was a loving smile on her incredibly cute plumpish face, and I could see the hint of natural redness on her prominent cheekbones, as she came towards me. "Good morning..." she said to me softly, as she came up to me. That's when I noticed that she was holding a little copper urn of water in her hand.
"Suryapooja... ?" I asked her with a smile, realizing that she would have gone to the terrace of their house to pray to the Sun God, first thing in the morning. She nodded in the affirmative, smiling softly, as she quickly went down on her knees before me. Before I could react, she placed the copper urn near my feet, and quickly touched my feet, before touching her fingers to her forehead.
Alarmed, I bent down quickly, and grabbing hold of her by her arms, pulled her to her feet. "Bhabhi ... what are you doing... ?" the discomfiture at what she'd just done writ all over my face. In response, she just smiled at me tenderly, her eyes moist, as she shook her head slowly.
Despite the incredible piousness of what she'd just done, I felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans in the morning. Disgusted with myself, I pulled myself away, and began to pull on my shirt; even as she stood there watching me dress, the hint of a smile never leaving her lips.
Desperate to get my mind of things, I turned to her and said "Would you be kind enough to make some tea for me, bhabhi... ?" giving her my most charming smile. "Of course ... of course..." she replied softly, still looking at me with unblinking eyes. Picking up the urn she'd placed on the floor, she went out of the room, leaving me shaking my head. The next morning was always awkward for me, and today was no exception.
All I wanted to do was get out of there, to the solitude of my house, unable to face the pristine love on that incredible woman's face. As I walked out of the bedroom, I saw that Kamlesh bhai was still sprawled on the diwaan in the living room, his mouth wide open as she snored. I noticed that a sheet had been put over him to cover his nakedness, probably by his lovely wife.
As I headed to the kitchen, I saw Alka bhabhi pouring a freshly brewed tea into a cup. "How did you make tea so quickly, bhabhi... ?" I asked incredulously. Smiling at me as she dipped a spoon into the cup, and tasted to the tea to make sure that it was right, she answered "I had already put the tea to boil ... I knew that you like to have tea first thing in the morning..." her voice warm. I shook my head in amazement again, as I watched her hold the hot cup with the pallu of her saree gingerly, and offer it to me with both hands.
"Careful ... it is hot..." she said softly, as I took the tea from her. As I sipped on the tea, wondering why I deserved such care and thoughtfulness from this incredibly lovely woman, my eyes were once again drawn to the prodigious swell of her breasts under that simple white saree that she wore; as she stood there at the kitchen platform with her side towards, pouring the remainder of the tea into another vessel.
Soon I saw her beginning to thrash about like a fish out of water, her entire body squirming violently under me, even as she bit her lips to suppress her moans, and threw her head from side to side. Her eyes fluttered open, burning with her intense arousal, as her breathing grew ragged, with her lips parted. She was attempting to say something, which I couldn't make out. Leaning closer to her, I asked "What, bhabhi... ?" my voice hoarse.
Her face was flushed red with blood, and her eyes burning with desire, as she hissed through clenched teeth in her native tongue "Zor se ... zor se karo..." even as she dug her fingers into my waist, and thrust her wide hips upwards. Maddened with desire, at hearing this chaste Gujarati 27-year old housewife, begging me to fuck her harder, I abandoned all my sophisticated techniques of fucking.
Nodding my head vigorously, I fell on top of her, and supported myself on my knees once again. I thrust both of my hands under her, my head resting on her magnificent pillowy milk-swollen breasts, and cupped those disproportionately large buttocks of hers. Cupping her soft bubbly butt with both my hands, I began to fuck her in earnest, ramming my cock into her with every remaining ounce of energy left in me.
"Jignesh bhaiiii..." I heard her call out my name, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and she tugged at my hair violently, crushing my head to her soft mammaries. Cupping her buttocks hard with my hands, I opened my mouth and roughly clamped it on one of her wobbling breasts, and began to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. So vigorously was I fucking her that I was afraid that the sounds my hips smacking into hers, would wake up her 3-year old daughter who slept, blissfully unaware of the sordid proceedings, right next to us.
Suddenly, I felt a violent shudder go through her body, as her entire body shook, and I felt her pelvis almost lift up from the mattress under her. Her fingers pulled my hair painfully, as her orgasm finally hit her, and a prolonged soundless cry escaped her lips. Her thick luscious incredibly hot cunt contracted around my cock, and began to twitch spasmodically, sending my cock into the throes of ecstasy.
That did it for me, and I felt my cock explode inside her. It was like a dam had burst and I felt my boiling semen burst forth from the slit of my cock, like a gushing geyser, and fill her cunt with boiling hot jizz. So crazed was I that I continued to buck my hips, as wave after wave of my long pending orgasm finally overcame me.
This undoubtedly had to be the most satisfying fuck I had had in recent times. Such was my relief at having come, that I found myself clinging to her like a helpless child. It was all the more satisfying me for I had made her come to, thus fulfilling what I felt was a moral obligation.
I lay there like that on top of her for what seemed like an eternity, my breathing ragged, and the sound of her thudding heart reverberating in my ears. I knew that this would have been an immensely satisfying fuck for her too, culminating as it was after all the emotional and physical trauma that she'd been put through by her heartless fiend of a husband.
Realizing that the dead weight of my body might be suffocating her now, I tried to pull myself away from her, only to be stopped by her. She clutched me with both hands, and clung on to me, refusing to let go off me, her thigh muscles still quivering with in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. I knew that there were many thoughts raging through her mind too, as she clung to me, but we lay there silently, her thudding hearts speaking to each other in some code language of their own.
Usually, after I had come, I just wanted to get away from there as soon as possible, but in Alka bhabhi's case, I just wanted to be in her arms. I guess that was the difference between fucking a woman, and making love to her. My cock had gone limp by now, but it was still buried in her moist cunt. I could feel the copious amounts of cum I had shot into her, oozing out of her vagina, and flow down the crack of her luscious ass, where my spent balls now rested.
Raising my head from her breasts, I pressed my lips to hers. She moaned softly, and held me to her, parting her lips and kissing me hungrily, our wet tongues a welcome relief to our dry mouths. As I pulled my mouth away, I felt her grip around me loosen. I gently extricated myself from her embrace, my limp cock slipping out of her cum-filled vagina.
As I fell back on my back, I felt her reach across my chest for the bottle of water that sat next to the bed. She sat up slowly, oblivious of her nudity, and gently cradled my head in lap. Cradling my head in the crook of her arm, this lovely woman brought the bottle of water to my parched lips. I loved her more than ever for this little gesture, and I knew at that moment that she would forever have me in her life, in one form or the other.
As I drank thirstily from the bottle, she held me to her soft pillowy bosom, which was wet and slippery with a combination of sweat, and her breast milk that had oozed out in the throes of our passionate lovemaking. Pushing the bottle away from mouth, I looked at her, gently touched her swollen breast.
Opening my mouth slightly, I nodded at her, my eyes trying to convey what I wanted. I saw a look of infinite tenderness come across her face, and the hint of a loving smile came to her quivering lips. Nodding her head in response, she cradled my head in her arms, and lovingly fed me one of her swollen milk-filled breasts!
I closed my eyes, and suckled on her thick nipples, feeling her warm sweet breast milk fill my mouth. Surprisingly, I did not find it repulsive any more, and gulped the thin watery breast milk down hungrily. She held me tenderly, caressing my face and hair, as lovingly as she would her own child.
I do not remember much after that, except that somewhere in the middle I got on to the bed, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. The last thing I remembered was her helping me tie the lungi around my waist, and placing a soft kiss on my forehead, before she covered me with a thin bedsheet. I woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping. As I opened my eyes, I saw the first rays of the early morning sun streaming through the window.
As I stretched, the events of the pas night came rushing to me. I saw that Alka bhabhi was not in the room, though her 3-year old daughter lay their curled in her sleep. Glancing at the cock, I saw that it was half past six in the morning. I was surprised that I had woken up so early, after the exertions of last night. Reaching under my mattress, I found my underwear, and quicky slipped into it. Just as I was putting on my jeans, Alka bhabhi came into the room.
At this early hour, she'd already had a bath, and looked fresh like a daisy. She had changed into a simple white saree with floral prints, and there was a radiance to her which made her incredibly fair skin. Her hair was still damp, and she had tied it behind her head in a loose bun, without having combed it yet. I could see that she had applied fresh sindhoor, in the parting of her hair, and her thin cotton white blouse was damp at the shoulders, from the water that had dripped down from her hair.
To me there was no sight lovelier than an Indian housewife, freshly bathed in the morning, looking radiant in her pristine beauty. There was a loving smile on her incredibly cute plumpish face, and I could see the hint of natural redness on her prominent cheekbones, as she came towards me. "Good morning..." she said to me softly, as she came up to me. That's when I noticed that she was holding a little copper urn of water in her hand.
"Suryapooja... ?" I asked her with a smile, realizing that she would have gone to the terrace of their house to pray to the Sun God, first thing in the morning. She nodded in the affirmative, smiling softly, as she quickly went down on her knees before me. Before I could react, she placed the copper urn near my feet, and quickly touched my feet, before touching her fingers to her forehead.
Alarmed, I bent down quickly, and grabbing hold of her by her arms, pulled her to her feet. "Bhabhi ... what are you doing... ?" the discomfiture at what she'd just done writ all over my face. In response, she just smiled at me tenderly, her eyes moist, as she shook her head slowly.
Despite the incredible piousness of what she'd just done, I felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans in the morning. Disgusted with myself, I pulled myself away, and began to pull on my shirt; even as she stood there watching me dress, the hint of a smile never leaving her lips.
Desperate to get my mind of things, I turned to her and said "Would you be kind enough to make some tea for me, bhabhi... ?" giving her my most charming smile. "Of course ... of course..." she replied softly, still looking at me with unblinking eyes. Picking up the urn she'd placed on the floor, she went out of the room, leaving me shaking my head. The next morning was always awkward for me, and today was no exception.
All I wanted to do was get out of there, to the solitude of my house, unable to face the pristine love on that incredible woman's face. As I walked out of the bedroom, I saw that Kamlesh bhai was still sprawled on the diwaan in the living room, his mouth wide open as she snored. I noticed that a sheet had been put over him to cover his nakedness, probably by his lovely wife.
As I headed to the kitchen, I saw Alka bhabhi pouring a freshly brewed tea into a cup. "How did you make tea so quickly, bhabhi... ?" I asked incredulously. Smiling at me as she dipped a spoon into the cup, and tasted to the tea to make sure that it was right, she answered "I had already put the tea to boil ... I knew that you like to have tea first thing in the morning..." her voice warm. I shook my head in amazement again, as I watched her hold the hot cup with the pallu of her saree gingerly, and offer it to me with both hands.
"Careful ... it is hot..." she said softly, as I took the tea from her. As I sipped on the tea, wondering why I deserved such care and thoughtfulness from this incredibly lovely woman, my eyes were once again drawn to the prodigious swell of her breasts under that simple white saree that she wore; as she stood there at the kitchen platform with her side towards, pouring the remainder of the tea into another vessel.
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