Misc. Erotica My Story by Vinman (Complited)

[Blue Bull]

He took her in his arms and encircled in an embrace. The hands felt the soft  unblemished skin on her back with hands roaming the full length, breadth of  her back. Then he pressed her ass globes. He turned her around with her full lose hair on one side of shoulder exposing her bare back, he licked the ivory  skin. Every square inch was licked. She shuddered. The boy knew how to  
press the buttons. He continued the lick, she arched her back, in  appreciation, he didn’t stop and continued. After spreading a thin coat of his  saliva on her glistening back, he moved up and brought his teeth close to the string knot behind her neck. The hands meanwhile were drawing circles  around her nippies and gently massaging them. Without using his hands, he  untied the knot with his teeth only and let the blouse fall. She was impressed by his expertise and imagination. He moved in front of her and did not  proceed to the naked boobs, instead he went ahead and kissed her. The lip  lock proceed to a tongue lock and tongues got intertwined feeling each  other’s lips and tongues, alternating between upper and lower lip. After 5-7  minutes of lip-tongue lock, he broke away from the lip lock but did not 
disengage from her skin. The lips were still stuck to her body and the wet lips traced the way downwards from her chin. The neck, upper bosom all were  licked and kissed with the lips resting at the start of cleavage. The blouse  was still tied to the body with a thin strip of cloth joined to the base running  around her back. The strings loosening had meant that the boobs were now  uncovered with the front of the top was down exposing the luscious boobs,  He started the licking of cleavage, millimeter by millimeter he went south.  This was making her mad, he was so good at it. Expert she thought. As he  completely measured the over three inch long cleavage, with his tongue, he  moved to the underside of the boobies with the tongue still continuing the  magic on the melons. She was waiting for him to maul the melons but he  was making her wait and the pleasurable pain was excruciating for her. He  planted innumerable number of kisses and licks on the underside of her tits,  making her go further weak in knees. Then he started the journey north still  licking her, the tongue moved from between the boobs to her upper bosom.  Once again he made her long for his touch, which he was holding back. He  knew, if he could make her happy today, the luscious beauty, the voluptuous  lass, the dream woman, the walking wet dream will be his for taking as long  as he wanted. He was not leaving any stone unturned to achieve his  objective. 
Then he proceeded to play with the boobs but not before untying the strip of  cloth holding balance of the blouse. The sight was magnificent, the luscious  housewife was standing top nude with her black saree tied around her waist  and some part on ground. The nippie region was golden brown in colour.  One common thing ran in the Kapoor family women, the nippies and aerolas  were not dark in colour. He took the nipple between his thumb and index  finger and tweaked it a bit, the sensitive nipple became more stiff. He did this to both the boobs. The stiff nippies became looked like small erasers. Then  he started sucking the boobs with tongue paying attention area around  nippies. The boob massage started and gradually the pressure increased. The sucking brought in new sensations to her. People had sucked her boobs,  nobody could resist the temptation, those were meant for mauling and  sucking only, but this one was special. This one was passionate, loving,  caring. She pressed his head further into her bosom. She liked it and her  pressing his head was the testimony. The melons he liked were his now. God  was kind to him. The breathing had increased, the bosom was heaving up  and down with more prominence. The sucking had made her reach her first  orgasm. She was sensitive there but nobody had made her cum only with  sucking, boob pressing. He was the first one to explore this possibility and  succeed. She moaned and with one big moan, she pressed his head into her  and the legs shook alongwith the whole body. The face was a portrait of lust, wanton lust. The eyes were half closed. The thin sheen of sweat had applied 
a coat of shine on her body. She came in like a waterfall, so much so that  some of the love juices leaked out of the coveted pot and formed a stream  on her inner thigh.