A Housewife Or a Whore

[Snigdha]

Amit stopped her and looked back into her eyes. She knew what he wanted exactly. Aparna parted her legs to accommodate him. She soon experienced the known feeling of being filled to the hilt. The smoothness with which he went inside added more to her sensual pleasures.
 
Amit: "Which sensation was better - feeling filled up without lubrication or with lubrication?"
 
She knew he was teasing her cunt. Her cunt duly obliged and released a fresh round of her own juices. These kinds of pleasures were absolutely alien to her in the past. Her labia slipped on his oiled penis as he started to move rhythmically inside her. She could feel her labia slipping on his strong, hard shaft. It added sensations like never before. Every thrust was like an earthquake of pleasure. She never knew such feelings existed. He could clearly feel her vaginal muscles grinding nice and tight. It became clear to Amit that she was getting over with the painful part. She would experience soreness in the morning but she would experience pleasures for now.
 
Amit: "It seems your whore cunt is quite ready. Are you ready whore?"
 
Aparna did not reply. Her face quite clearly conveyed what she wanted besides her fingers. She was erotically feeling his hands with her nails. She dug a nail into his arms as he rhythmically moved in and out of her. The feelings that happened were too much for her to control. She had never chartered these territories before in her life. Amit went in all the way and stopped. He started to once again grind in circular motions. The motion stimulated her clitoris quite indirectly. The feeling of having him all the way inside her and the added tease of her clitoris was making it impossible for her to control her emotions.
 
Aparna: "Is that all that you know - going in and out, moving in circular motions and teasing a poor little girl?"
 
Amit: "You called it yourself. Don't blame me for the pain that might happen now."
 
His monstrous cock was already buried deep inside her and she was over the threshold of pain. She could not quite understand how her pain would increase further. He rolled over and Aparna was on top of him. Her being on top made her quite shy. She was not accustomed to being on top. Once could say safely that she was used to being done in missionary position only. He asked her to push her hips up an inch and let her hands on his chest. She had no clues as to what he was doing. She got the idea with a few minutes as he started to rhythmically pound her. His smooth rhythm was making her cry out in pleasure. Amit increased the speed at which he was pounding her. She could feel the raw strength with which he was fucking her. Amit had started to sweat as he continued. Aparna could not quite understand how he was able to hold back for so long. She on the other hand did not know what was happening to her. She felt she was about to orgasm and yet something was not letting it happen.