13-05-2019, 05:46 PM
SC too enjoyed soaping and massaging my body, concentrating her attention on my pubic hair, my balls and of course my cock. Under my guidance, she cleaned my cock head after pulling back the foreskin. While warm water sprayed on our bodies, she knelt and sucked my cock, quickly making it hard. She started to move her head back and forth while holding my cock at the base, wanting to give me an orgasm. But I had other ideas. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and helped her up on her feet.
"Today, I'm going to fuck you standing up." I explained.
"Oh no, Sam, please… I am so sore down there!" She pleaded. But my hard cock would not take no for an answer.
"Don't deny me, honey. I have to have you now." I said. I swept off all stuff lying on the counter top, spread a towel and seated her on it. I pushed her back so that she leaned against the mirror. I raised her thighs and rested her feet on the edge of the counter, on either side of her body. This spread her outer pussy lips wide and I could see her inner lips. They were indeed inflamed and deep red, almost purple in color. I probed them with my finger and it was immediately coated with her slippery juices.
"See! Your pussy too needs my cock! Yes?" I asked, showing her my wet fingers and then continuing to probe her pussy.
"Yesss…" She responded, leaning her head back, closing her eyes and thrusting out her breasts.
I held her by her thighs, positioned my cock at her hole and commanded, "Look at me!"
As she opened her eyes, I held her gaze with mine and rammed my cock in with a hard shove.
"Ooofff…!" She responded as her breath was driven out explosively.
I was refreshed and vigorous after a good night's sleep and a shower. My testicles and prostate had worked overtime and I was fully charged. She was warm, wet and naked, her pussy was splayed open and her breasts enticingly thrust outward. There was an indescribable look of raw sexual hunger in her passion-reddened eyes, raising my excitement to fever pitch. I could not hold back anymore.
I took my pleasure, ramming her pussy with hard, deep, violent thrusts, not caring one bit for her sore, aching pussy, until I climaxed and started spurting semen deep at the very entrance of her womb. SC was an amazing woman. From being a complete novice, in a short time she had turned into a well-tuned sexual instrument, sensitive and responsive to my smallest touch or merest gesture. No wonder then that she too immediately followed with her own shattering orgasm.
At last, she had had enough. Although exhausted and in a post orgasmic daze, she pushed me off of her with a great exercise of will power as well as physical strength. My still hard cock was pulled out of her pussy with a sucking sound and my thick white semen started to leak out on the towel she was sitting on.
"Go! I must get ready now. Else I'll never be able to leave!" So saying, SC pushed me out of the bathroom and locked herself in. When she emerged after a good half an hour, she was dressed in her usual style – conservative blouse, print sari, no makeup other than a bindi, mangalsutra around her neck etc. Her long, thick, straight, damp hair hung unbraided down her back, gathered together at the nape of her neck by a clip. There was a small but conspicuously visible amount of sindoor freshly applied on her forehead at the hairline. A barely noticeable inflammation of her eyelids was the only outward sign that hinted at the orgy of sex we had experienced in the last few hours. She looked stunningly attractive and sensuous.
She handed me a bundle – her soiled clothes, including the special sari and blouse that she had changed into after arriving in my room.
"I can't take these clothes home. They smell of you. Could you please get them washed somewhere, darling?" She asked.
"Sure." I said, unfazed.
"And oh, I forgot. I can't take these either. Do keep them safe for me to wear when we meet next." So saying, she handed me the silver necklace and anklet that I had given her.
"No problem." I said, "But you never told me whether you liked them!"
"Of course I did, my darling! Didn't I tell you?" She said as she came close, clung to me tightly and planted a light kiss on my lips. "But now, I must go!"
"Just a moment. Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked.
"What?" She asked. I turned her so that she faced a mirror and pointed to the sindoor on her forehead.
"Well, I'm a married woman. Haven't I the right to wear it?" She asked archly.
"Yeah, sure. But do Kannadiga women wear sindoor? What will your sister-in-law think?" I persisted.
"Sam, this is Bombay, not Mercara or Dharwad. Nobody will say anything. And if my sister-in-law thinks it is strange, let her. I don't care and I don't owe her any explanations." She said and then jauntily walked out of my room.
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"Today, I'm going to fuck you standing up." I explained.
"Oh no, Sam, please… I am so sore down there!" She pleaded. But my hard cock would not take no for an answer.
"Don't deny me, honey. I have to have you now." I said. I swept off all stuff lying on the counter top, spread a towel and seated her on it. I pushed her back so that she leaned against the mirror. I raised her thighs and rested her feet on the edge of the counter, on either side of her body. This spread her outer pussy lips wide and I could see her inner lips. They were indeed inflamed and deep red, almost purple in color. I probed them with my finger and it was immediately coated with her slippery juices.
"See! Your pussy too needs my cock! Yes?" I asked, showing her my wet fingers and then continuing to probe her pussy.
"Yesss…" She responded, leaning her head back, closing her eyes and thrusting out her breasts.
I held her by her thighs, positioned my cock at her hole and commanded, "Look at me!"
As she opened her eyes, I held her gaze with mine and rammed my cock in with a hard shove.
"Ooofff…!" She responded as her breath was driven out explosively.
I was refreshed and vigorous after a good night's sleep and a shower. My testicles and prostate had worked overtime and I was fully charged. She was warm, wet and naked, her pussy was splayed open and her breasts enticingly thrust outward. There was an indescribable look of raw sexual hunger in her passion-reddened eyes, raising my excitement to fever pitch. I could not hold back anymore.
I took my pleasure, ramming her pussy with hard, deep, violent thrusts, not caring one bit for her sore, aching pussy, until I climaxed and started spurting semen deep at the very entrance of her womb. SC was an amazing woman. From being a complete novice, in a short time she had turned into a well-tuned sexual instrument, sensitive and responsive to my smallest touch or merest gesture. No wonder then that she too immediately followed with her own shattering orgasm.
At last, she had had enough. Although exhausted and in a post orgasmic daze, she pushed me off of her with a great exercise of will power as well as physical strength. My still hard cock was pulled out of her pussy with a sucking sound and my thick white semen started to leak out on the towel she was sitting on.
"Go! I must get ready now. Else I'll never be able to leave!" So saying, SC pushed me out of the bathroom and locked herself in. When she emerged after a good half an hour, she was dressed in her usual style – conservative blouse, print sari, no makeup other than a bindi, mangalsutra around her neck etc. Her long, thick, straight, damp hair hung unbraided down her back, gathered together at the nape of her neck by a clip. There was a small but conspicuously visible amount of sindoor freshly applied on her forehead at the hairline. A barely noticeable inflammation of her eyelids was the only outward sign that hinted at the orgy of sex we had experienced in the last few hours. She looked stunningly attractive and sensuous.
She handed me a bundle – her soiled clothes, including the special sari and blouse that she had changed into after arriving in my room.
"I can't take these clothes home. They smell of you. Could you please get them washed somewhere, darling?" She asked.
"Sure." I said, unfazed.
"And oh, I forgot. I can't take these either. Do keep them safe for me to wear when we meet next." So saying, she handed me the silver necklace and anklet that I had given her.
"No problem." I said, "But you never told me whether you liked them!"
"Of course I did, my darling! Didn't I tell you?" She said as she came close, clung to me tightly and planted a light kiss on my lips. "But now, I must go!"
"Just a moment. Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked.
"What?" She asked. I turned her so that she faced a mirror and pointed to the sindoor on her forehead.
"Well, I'm a married woman. Haven't I the right to wear it?" She asked archly.
"Yeah, sure. But do Kannadiga women wear sindoor? What will your sister-in-law think?" I persisted.
"Sam, this is Bombay, not Mercara or Dharwad. Nobody will say anything. And if my sister-in-law thinks it is strange, let her. I don't care and I don't owe her any explanations." She said and then jauntily walked out of my room.
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