Misc. Erotica My Story by Vinman (Complited)

[Blue Bull]

He need not invitation and neither did she. Today he went straight for the  buttons of the shirt and carefully opened them. The shirt was then neatly  placed on a couple of folded ‘folding beds’ next to the door. He wanted to go  wild with the boobies, but held himself back, albeit for no reason at all. He  waited, she removed the bra and kept it on the shirt. In the dim moonlight  he saw the dusky twin beauties. Though they were not as big as Mrs Kapoor  but still they were pretty large and attractive. He did not go directly for them  but started kissing her instead. She thought he would go for her prized  assets. Gradually, moved down from kissing her to her neck and then traced  the saliva line to her boob. He sucked on the nippie for sometime, alternating between sweet bites, tongue play with nipple and sucking only with lips. This  was special and more pleasurable than Brand Dahiya, she was used to. He  shifted his attention from one boob to another and sucked them and mauled  them. This went on for some time. The continued sucking and mauling of  boobs was making her go weak in knees. Needless to mention, the ass  globes were also getting their fare share of the press. 
After say 20-25 minutes both sat in the door passage. It was step above the  terrace. She was sitting a couple of feet away from her. He moved slightly  and place his head in her lap with the melons dangling in front of his face. He was looking up and started the usual small talk. Every minute or so, he would raise his head by a couple of inches and suck his favourite melons. She was  also enjoying this a lot. This was new – this was special. Somehow he felt he  was not able to enjoy Sadaf’s boobs, perhaps the morning fuck had to do  something with it. 
He started the naughty talk. 
“Yaar mujhe hee choosna padhta hai” (I am the only one to suck) 
“Main kisse karoon” (what do I suck) she said and realized the window she  gave him. 
He pointed to his tool and said “You can suck this” 

She giggled and swayed her head from side to side in negative. He knew how to change the charge from negative to positive. He held her hand and placed  it on his stiff tool. Though she was nodding her head in negative but did not  

let it go. She was perhaps mesmerized by the sheer size of the tool. He  would have cum there and then but held on. He got up, brought the tent in  his pyjamas near her face and commanded her to kiss it. As in a trance, she  placed her soft lips on it and gave a small kiss.
“kal dono chooseinge” (tomorrow both will suck) 
With this he handed her the shirt and bra. Not before a final five minute  sucking and kissing. The hand was still holding the tool. She was captivated  by it. He thought “Dahiya may have a small one” and smiled. The prize of his  fight with Dahiya was very much worth it. 
He went to toilet and masturbated and came in a few strokes only. The  expectation of her soft lips on his tool did the trick. 
Next morning he got up, fully aware of his hold on Mrs Kapoor. Right at 10, the call came. He picked the phone as nobody was at home. 11 sharp came the familiar voice. 
“Aaj kuchh nahin pahenna” (don’t wear anything today) went the order. “hmmmm” was the response.