19-12-2018, 03:15 PM
Part - 80
As she began to squirm violently, and thrash about on the sofa, I quickly slid my left hand under her ass and cupped her taut, muscular, compact buttocks. Holding her buttocks, I pulled her pelvis upwards to my mouth, allowing better access to my tongue, licking her young cunt. By now, her entire body was shivering uncontrollably, and I could feel her raise her but straight off the sofa, unable to reign in her inflamed body any longer.
Her head was thrown back, and her neck arched like a bow, as she thrashed about helplessly in my grasp, as the throes of her impending orgasm took over her young, lithe body. My probing tongue quickly located her clitoris once again, and began to flick it rapidly, even as my finger began to probe and push into her vagina gently, never going too deep to cause her pain, but going deep enough to make her squirm with pleasure.
So strong was she that I had to use a fair bit of my strength to hold her in place, as I relentlessly lashed her clitoris with my tongue, even as my fingers stroked her inflamed cunt in short, rapid thrusts. "Bhaiyyyaaaa..." I heard her cry out in such a loud voice that for a moment I was scared it may wake up Sarla bhabhi or Biju. Mercifully, she clamped her hand across her mouth, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and her pussy lips clamped tight around my fingers, her cuntal muscles throbbing uncontrollably.
To my disbelief, I found a warm trickle of her cunt juices coat my lips and tongue, even as she practically threw her hips off the sofa, her fingers tugging at my hair like she'd been possessed by some demonic spirit. I continued to run the flat of my tongue against her vaginal lips, ignoring the strands of hair that came into my mouth, even as I continued to rub her inflamed clitoris with my tongue.
Finally, I heard her cry out hoarsely "Bhaiyyyaa ... please ... enough..." her fingers tugging at my hair in an attempt to get me to pull my mouth away from her incredibly aroused, wet, teenage cunt. Satisfied at having given her an orgasm with just my tongue, I pulled my mouth away, and wiped her sticky secretions from my lips and cheeks with the back of my hand. She lay there limply on the sofa like a rag doll, her slender, outstretched thighs dangling from the couch, her chest heaving under the gown.
Placing a last kiss on her pussy, I slid upwards towards her torso, and pushing up her disheveled maxi, rested my head on the firm, hard mounds of her heaving, young breasts. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her whisper, her breathing ragged, even as I heard her heart hammering inside her rib cage. I lay there with my cheeks pressed to her bosom for what seemed like an eternity, before I felt her pulling at my chin, urging me to bring my face near hers. As I obliged, I was stunned to see her dusky, sexy face streaked with tears.
Seeing her large, black, eyes glistening with tears, I was about to ask her about it, when she spoke "Bhaiyyaa ... why did you ... why did you do that for me... ?" her voice husky, and laden with emotion. "Because I love you, Mini..." I replied simply, unable to think of anything else to say at that very moment. She looked into my eyes with those wide, dark eyes of hers, as if searching them for some hidden meaning; and I instantly regretted having used these so frequently abused three-words with her.
She kept gazing at me for a while, as if putting her thoughts in order to say something, Finally, and much to my relief, she just gave me the most genuine smile that one could ever give, and simply said "Thank you, bhaiyyaa ... thank you ... for making me feel so loved..." her words simple, yet profound. In response, I just smiled, and kissed her softly on her lips, feeling those incredibly firm, young breasts of hers press against my chest. I felt her hands cup my face, as she kissed me back with fervor, giving herself up completely to me.
As we kissed, I ran my hands along the sides of her supple, lithe body; the maxi pushed up all the way up to her armpits. Her body was sweaty from the exertion, and realizing that she might be uncomfortable, I sat back on my knees on the floor. Feeling the sweat in my armpits, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and fanned myself with it. "Bhaiyyaa ... you are sweating so much ... why don't you like down ... under the fan..." she said softly, pointing to the mattress.
As I smiled at her, and patted my pillow into shape, she asked "Bhaiyyaa ... can I ... can I also come and lie down next to you... ?" her voice hesitant. I had been, in any case, thinking of asking her to do exactly that, and so smiled at her and replied "I would like that very much, baby..." my smile conveying everything. Throwing a glance at the passage way once again, she quickly sat up on the sofa, and began to pull her disheveled maxi down. As I lay back, bare chested, I watched her reach down to pick up her discarded panties, and pull them back on, avoiding looking at me.
Watching her pull those thin, white, cotton panties up her slender, shapely legs, I said "Mini ... I'd love it if you could take off your maxi and bra ... and, umm ... lie with me like that..." looking at her face with a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "Ohh..." she exclaimed automatically, visibly embarrassed at my request, but pleased none the less. "We can cover ourselves with this sheet..." I added with a smile, sensing her reluctance, as I pointed to the sheet that Sarla bhabhi had so thoughtfully given me.
"OK, bhaiyyaa..." she replied in a barely audible whisper, pulling her eyes away from mine once again, as I saw her dark face flush with embarrassment again. Standing up, she awkwardly began to pull up that oversized maxi, and quickly pulled it over her head, Dropping the maxi on the couch; she glanced at the passage once again nervously, before shrugging the undone bra off her shoulders, and pulling it off her torso.
Thus, for the first time ever, framed in the dim neon light of the street lamps filtering through the windows, stood the 17-year old South Indian collegegirl Mini in front of me, naked save for the pair of simple, white, cotton panties. As I gazed at her nude figure, I felt my turgid cock hardening yet again, straining painfully inside the confines of my underwear. "Stand there for a minute, Mini..." I found myself telling her hoarsely, my voice thick with arousal.
As she stood there shyly, her hands hanging limply by her side, one leg involuntarily bent just a little bit at the knee, I took in the sight of her incredibly shapely, fit, young body. Her dark skin seemed to glow in the dim light, owing to droplets of perspiration over them, and I saw what a near perfect figure she had. She was slender, and not classically curvy, but yet her body was naturally shapely.
Slender, yet muscular shoulders tapered down to a flat, taut belly and waist, before widening into perfectly curved hips, and well proportioned, slim, muscular thighs. There was not an inch of flab anywhere on her body, and seeing the way her pert, tennis ball sized, developing breasts rested on her chest, those tiny, pebble sized nipples adorning the upper part of the hemispheres, I once again marveled at the sheer firmness of her breasts.
She was one of those girls whose tits would hardly shake or jiggle, when she ran or played hockey; even if they were not supported by a sports bra! "You have a lovely body, Mini..." I found myself saying to her, automatically running my tongue over my lips. "Bhaiyyaa, please..." she exclaimed with embarrassment, before getting down on her knees quickly, unable to bear my scrutiny any longer. As she knelt by the side of my legs, she asked "Can I help you take off ... umm ... your pants, bhaiyyaa... ?" her voice tentative. "Why... ?" I asked with a laugh "My legs are not as sexy as yours..." I teased, smiling broadly.
At that, she just blushed, and dropped her gaze. Realizing that she was still not comfortable enough with me to fool around, I patted her bare knee and said "Yes, please ... that would be nice..." giving her a warm smile. Flashing me a shy smile, she reached out to hook her fingers under the thick elastic waistband of my track pants, and began to pull it down my legs. I helped her by lifting my hips off the mattress, and watched as she slid the pants down my knees, and then proceeded to get it off my ankles too.
As she turned towards me, I saw her eyes automatically glance at the very visible bulge of my cock, protruding through my Jockeys. Pulling her eyes from my crotch quickly, she tentatively ran her hand along my somewhat hairy thighs, and said "You also have a nice physique, bhaiyyaa..." her voce a barely audible whisper. In response, I just reached out for her hand, and pulled her towards me.
With a soft sigh, she fell forward, lying by my side, with her torso partly resting on mine, those hard, young breasts mashed against my rib cage, and her leg thrown across my belly, bent at the knee, with her calf resting on the bulge of my cock inside my underwear. As she nuzzled her head under my chin, my hand automatically went to her back, and began to caress her smooth, sinewy, muscular body, feeling the drops of perspiration on her spine.
Snuggling up to me, she began to absent mindedly caress my chest, playing with the hair of my chest, as she said "Bhaiyyaa ... today was the first time ... for me ... that..." her voice breaking off, unable to finish what she'd started out to say. As she fell silent, I caressed her bare back gently, and asked "Did it feel good, Mini... ?" my voice gentle. Pressing herself to me with ardor, she held me tight, and whispered "Yes, bhaiyyaa ... it felt ... ohh, it felt so..." her shyness overcoming her once again.
After a pause, she added "And I'm so happy that ... that ... it was with you, bhaiyyaa..." once again speaking in a barely audible whisper. The question that invariably followed with most girls was the trickiest one to deal with; and I prayed she wouldn't ask "Was it the first time for you too... ?" Much to my relief, she didn't, for her attention had been drawn to the feel of my hard cock pressing against her calves.
Propping herself up on her elbow, she looked into my face, her eyes wide, and her expression intent, as she asked "Bhaiyyaa ... can I... ?" sliding her hand down to my crotch and resting her palm tentatively over the hard bulge of my cock, leaving the rest unsaid. As I nodded, my arousal mounting, she asked again "Bhaiyyaa ... will you teach me ... umm ... how to make love... ?" her tone so innocent and genuine that it touched the chords of my heart.
Only a teenaged girl could make you feel this way, and I felt my cock give an appreciating twitch under her hand. I was sorely tempted to grab hold of her hand and push it inside my underwear, but resisted the urge somehow. Instead, I just caressed her cheeks gently, and said "Baby ... there's nothing to teach ... you just do what comes naturally to you..." my voice soft.
As she began to squirm violently, and thrash about on the sofa, I quickly slid my left hand under her ass and cupped her taut, muscular, compact buttocks. Holding her buttocks, I pulled her pelvis upwards to my mouth, allowing better access to my tongue, licking her young cunt. By now, her entire body was shivering uncontrollably, and I could feel her raise her but straight off the sofa, unable to reign in her inflamed body any longer.
Her head was thrown back, and her neck arched like a bow, as she thrashed about helplessly in my grasp, as the throes of her impending orgasm took over her young, lithe body. My probing tongue quickly located her clitoris once again, and began to flick it rapidly, even as my finger began to probe and push into her vagina gently, never going too deep to cause her pain, but going deep enough to make her squirm with pleasure.
So strong was she that I had to use a fair bit of my strength to hold her in place, as I relentlessly lashed her clitoris with my tongue, even as my fingers stroked her inflamed cunt in short, rapid thrusts. "Bhaiyyyaaaa..." I heard her cry out in such a loud voice that for a moment I was scared it may wake up Sarla bhabhi or Biju. Mercifully, she clamped her hand across her mouth, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and her pussy lips clamped tight around my fingers, her cuntal muscles throbbing uncontrollably.
To my disbelief, I found a warm trickle of her cunt juices coat my lips and tongue, even as she practically threw her hips off the sofa, her fingers tugging at my hair like she'd been possessed by some demonic spirit. I continued to run the flat of my tongue against her vaginal lips, ignoring the strands of hair that came into my mouth, even as I continued to rub her inflamed clitoris with my tongue.
Finally, I heard her cry out hoarsely "Bhaiyyyaa ... please ... enough..." her fingers tugging at my hair in an attempt to get me to pull my mouth away from her incredibly aroused, wet, teenage cunt. Satisfied at having given her an orgasm with just my tongue, I pulled my mouth away, and wiped her sticky secretions from my lips and cheeks with the back of my hand. She lay there limply on the sofa like a rag doll, her slender, outstretched thighs dangling from the couch, her chest heaving under the gown.
Placing a last kiss on her pussy, I slid upwards towards her torso, and pushing up her disheveled maxi, rested my head on the firm, hard mounds of her heaving, young breasts. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her whisper, her breathing ragged, even as I heard her heart hammering inside her rib cage. I lay there with my cheeks pressed to her bosom for what seemed like an eternity, before I felt her pulling at my chin, urging me to bring my face near hers. As I obliged, I was stunned to see her dusky, sexy face streaked with tears.
Seeing her large, black, eyes glistening with tears, I was about to ask her about it, when she spoke "Bhaiyyaa ... why did you ... why did you do that for me... ?" her voice husky, and laden with emotion. "Because I love you, Mini..." I replied simply, unable to think of anything else to say at that very moment. She looked into my eyes with those wide, dark eyes of hers, as if searching them for some hidden meaning; and I instantly regretted having used these so frequently abused three-words with her.
She kept gazing at me for a while, as if putting her thoughts in order to say something, Finally, and much to my relief, she just gave me the most genuine smile that one could ever give, and simply said "Thank you, bhaiyyaa ... thank you ... for making me feel so loved..." her words simple, yet profound. In response, I just smiled, and kissed her softly on her lips, feeling those incredibly firm, young breasts of hers press against my chest. I felt her hands cup my face, as she kissed me back with fervor, giving herself up completely to me.
As we kissed, I ran my hands along the sides of her supple, lithe body; the maxi pushed up all the way up to her armpits. Her body was sweaty from the exertion, and realizing that she might be uncomfortable, I sat back on my knees on the floor. Feeling the sweat in my armpits, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and fanned myself with it. "Bhaiyyaa ... you are sweating so much ... why don't you like down ... under the fan..." she said softly, pointing to the mattress.
As I smiled at her, and patted my pillow into shape, she asked "Bhaiyyaa ... can I ... can I also come and lie down next to you... ?" her voice hesitant. I had been, in any case, thinking of asking her to do exactly that, and so smiled at her and replied "I would like that very much, baby..." my smile conveying everything. Throwing a glance at the passage way once again, she quickly sat up on the sofa, and began to pull her disheveled maxi down. As I lay back, bare chested, I watched her reach down to pick up her discarded panties, and pull them back on, avoiding looking at me.
Watching her pull those thin, white, cotton panties up her slender, shapely legs, I said "Mini ... I'd love it if you could take off your maxi and bra ... and, umm ... lie with me like that..." looking at her face with a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "Ohh..." she exclaimed automatically, visibly embarrassed at my request, but pleased none the less. "We can cover ourselves with this sheet..." I added with a smile, sensing her reluctance, as I pointed to the sheet that Sarla bhabhi had so thoughtfully given me.
"OK, bhaiyyaa..." she replied in a barely audible whisper, pulling her eyes away from mine once again, as I saw her dark face flush with embarrassment again. Standing up, she awkwardly began to pull up that oversized maxi, and quickly pulled it over her head, Dropping the maxi on the couch; she glanced at the passage once again nervously, before shrugging the undone bra off her shoulders, and pulling it off her torso.
Thus, for the first time ever, framed in the dim neon light of the street lamps filtering through the windows, stood the 17-year old South Indian collegegirl Mini in front of me, naked save for the pair of simple, white, cotton panties. As I gazed at her nude figure, I felt my turgid cock hardening yet again, straining painfully inside the confines of my underwear. "Stand there for a minute, Mini..." I found myself telling her hoarsely, my voice thick with arousal.
As she stood there shyly, her hands hanging limply by her side, one leg involuntarily bent just a little bit at the knee, I took in the sight of her incredibly shapely, fit, young body. Her dark skin seemed to glow in the dim light, owing to droplets of perspiration over them, and I saw what a near perfect figure she had. She was slender, and not classically curvy, but yet her body was naturally shapely.
Slender, yet muscular shoulders tapered down to a flat, taut belly and waist, before widening into perfectly curved hips, and well proportioned, slim, muscular thighs. There was not an inch of flab anywhere on her body, and seeing the way her pert, tennis ball sized, developing breasts rested on her chest, those tiny, pebble sized nipples adorning the upper part of the hemispheres, I once again marveled at the sheer firmness of her breasts.
She was one of those girls whose tits would hardly shake or jiggle, when she ran or played hockey; even if they were not supported by a sports bra! "You have a lovely body, Mini..." I found myself saying to her, automatically running my tongue over my lips. "Bhaiyyaa, please..." she exclaimed with embarrassment, before getting down on her knees quickly, unable to bear my scrutiny any longer. As she knelt by the side of my legs, she asked "Can I help you take off ... umm ... your pants, bhaiyyaa... ?" her voice tentative. "Why... ?" I asked with a laugh "My legs are not as sexy as yours..." I teased, smiling broadly.
At that, she just blushed, and dropped her gaze. Realizing that she was still not comfortable enough with me to fool around, I patted her bare knee and said "Yes, please ... that would be nice..." giving her a warm smile. Flashing me a shy smile, she reached out to hook her fingers under the thick elastic waistband of my track pants, and began to pull it down my legs. I helped her by lifting my hips off the mattress, and watched as she slid the pants down my knees, and then proceeded to get it off my ankles too.
As she turned towards me, I saw her eyes automatically glance at the very visible bulge of my cock, protruding through my Jockeys. Pulling her eyes from my crotch quickly, she tentatively ran her hand along my somewhat hairy thighs, and said "You also have a nice physique, bhaiyyaa..." her voce a barely audible whisper. In response, I just reached out for her hand, and pulled her towards me.
With a soft sigh, she fell forward, lying by my side, with her torso partly resting on mine, those hard, young breasts mashed against my rib cage, and her leg thrown across my belly, bent at the knee, with her calf resting on the bulge of my cock inside my underwear. As she nuzzled her head under my chin, my hand automatically went to her back, and began to caress her smooth, sinewy, muscular body, feeling the drops of perspiration on her spine.
Snuggling up to me, she began to absent mindedly caress my chest, playing with the hair of my chest, as she said "Bhaiyyaa ... today was the first time ... for me ... that..." her voice breaking off, unable to finish what she'd started out to say. As she fell silent, I caressed her bare back gently, and asked "Did it feel good, Mini... ?" my voice gentle. Pressing herself to me with ardor, she held me tight, and whispered "Yes, bhaiyyaa ... it felt ... ohh, it felt so..." her shyness overcoming her once again.
After a pause, she added "And I'm so happy that ... that ... it was with you, bhaiyyaa..." once again speaking in a barely audible whisper. The question that invariably followed with most girls was the trickiest one to deal with; and I prayed she wouldn't ask "Was it the first time for you too... ?" Much to my relief, she didn't, for her attention had been drawn to the feel of my hard cock pressing against her calves.
Propping herself up on her elbow, she looked into my face, her eyes wide, and her expression intent, as she asked "Bhaiyyaa ... can I... ?" sliding her hand down to my crotch and resting her palm tentatively over the hard bulge of my cock, leaving the rest unsaid. As I nodded, my arousal mounting, she asked again "Bhaiyyaa ... will you teach me ... umm ... how to make love... ?" her tone so innocent and genuine that it touched the chords of my heart.
Only a teenaged girl could make you feel this way, and I felt my cock give an appreciating twitch under her hand. I was sorely tempted to grab hold of her hand and push it inside my underwear, but resisted the urge somehow. Instead, I just caressed her cheeks gently, and said "Baby ... there's nothing to teach ... you just do what comes naturally to you..." my voice soft.
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