15-06-2019, 06:35 PM
Abruptly, she stopped and rummaged in a drawer in her cupboard and pulled out something. Baban gasped when he saw that it was a *dandiya*, one of the pair of sticks used in the annual, traditional *raas-garba* dances.
He expected her to use it as a dildo, but she surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with excitement, her eyes dilated and glassy, her nostrils flared, Anuja moved away from the mirror.
The bed had a carved wooden head-board and a matching, slightly lower foot-board. There was a decorative mirror above the bed, too. The ends of the foot-board bore carved wooden knobs, raised high, just below groin-level.
Baban watched pop-eyed as she mounted the knob, spreading her legs on either side of it, one foot on the bed with her knee deeply bent, the other on the floor, her back to him.
Slowly, she eased her cunt down onto it, and in the mirror, her face spasmed with lust and her head arched back and her mouth jerked wide open as she sank her cunt onto the knob.
He watched her moan, heard her voice, soft and husky and sexily sibilant and she gripped the woodwork and forced her cunt deeper onto the pillar. It disappeared into her flesh, the entire knob and part of the supporting cylindrical shaft.
Whimpering, she rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt impaled on the wood. Moaning, she leaned forward and gripped the carved fretwork.
Baban saw her buttocks flex tight, open, flex again and then she was fucking herself slowly and heavily on the bedstead, her buttocks writhing, swaying, rocking back and forth, up and down.
Her face turned, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open sensuously and her tongue swirled in an erotic arc over her upper lip. How he longed to fuck her mouth, feel her suck and lick his raging erection. His fingers were sticky with gunk.
On the bed's foot-board, Anuja gasped and moaned, rocking her body back and forth. The knob and shaft glistened with cunt-juice. Her cunt ran up and down the shaft, and her hips swirled, her cunt churning itself with the knob.
She caressed her swinging, pendulous breasts sexily. The gold chain around her neck rocked back and forth. Groaning, she fumbled for the *dandiya*. Slowing her motions, she paused to uncap a jar of cream and dipped the narrower end of the *dandiya* into it.
Pulling it out, she smeared it slowly and then her hand went between her buttocks and Baban saw her anoint her anus and understood what she was going to do and his jaw dropped in shock and astonishment.
Moaning, Anuja leaned forward again and shuffled her feet further apart. Holding the bed-stand with one hand, the *dandiya* in the other, she stretched a hand behind her buttocks and pressed the lubricated tip of the rod to her anus.
He saw her pause and then her arm flexed and she pushed the *dandiya* into her asshole. Her head snapped up and he heard her cry.
"OHHHHHHHHHH ma unhhhhh OHHHHHHH!"
Her fingers tensed on the fretwork. Her face convulsed and spasmed in a trismus of excitement. Her buttocks lurched and writhed and sank deeper onto the upright pole and knob.
The hand behind her began to move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of the *dandiya* in and out of her anus. At the same time, her cunt slid up and down the bedpost. Faster and faster she went, moaning, gasping, rocking and lurching. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and he saw that her nipples were nut-hard.
Her hand rocked behind her back, moving the *dandiya* in and out of her anus faster and faster, deeper and deeper. With a shuddering gasp, she orgasmed, her back bowing inward, her face jerking up and contorting with lust, the hand behind her back tensing, pressing the *dandiya* deep into her anus while her cunt sank deeply onto the bedpost.
On and on it went, and she moaned, gasped, her chest heaving till it gradually ebbed.
Slowly, she slid the *dandiya* out of her anus and gingerly lifted her cunt off the bedpost with a shaking moan. She flopped on the bed and lay across it, her hips at the edge, her feet on the floor, her chest heaving.
He could see her cunt-flesh clearly, for her thighs were spread wide. Moaning, she caressed her breasts again, and her hand slid down her body to her cunt and she slid her finger sensuously up and down the wet slit.
Baban thought the sight of her dark, wet cunt against her slender, bejeweled finger was incredibly erotic.
He expected her to use it as a dildo, but she surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with excitement, her eyes dilated and glassy, her nostrils flared, Anuja moved away from the mirror.
The bed had a carved wooden head-board and a matching, slightly lower foot-board. There was a decorative mirror above the bed, too. The ends of the foot-board bore carved wooden knobs, raised high, just below groin-level.
Baban watched pop-eyed as she mounted the knob, spreading her legs on either side of it, one foot on the bed with her knee deeply bent, the other on the floor, her back to him.
Slowly, she eased her cunt down onto it, and in the mirror, her face spasmed with lust and her head arched back and her mouth jerked wide open as she sank her cunt onto the knob.
He watched her moan, heard her voice, soft and husky and sexily sibilant and she gripped the woodwork and forced her cunt deeper onto the pillar. It disappeared into her flesh, the entire knob and part of the supporting cylindrical shaft.
Whimpering, she rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt impaled on the wood. Moaning, she leaned forward and gripped the carved fretwork.
Baban saw her buttocks flex tight, open, flex again and then she was fucking herself slowly and heavily on the bedstead, her buttocks writhing, swaying, rocking back and forth, up and down.
Her face turned, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open sensuously and her tongue swirled in an erotic arc over her upper lip. How he longed to fuck her mouth, feel her suck and lick his raging erection. His fingers were sticky with gunk.
On the bed's foot-board, Anuja gasped and moaned, rocking her body back and forth. The knob and shaft glistened with cunt-juice. Her cunt ran up and down the shaft, and her hips swirled, her cunt churning itself with the knob.
She caressed her swinging, pendulous breasts sexily. The gold chain around her neck rocked back and forth. Groaning, she fumbled for the *dandiya*. Slowing her motions, she paused to uncap a jar of cream and dipped the narrower end of the *dandiya* into it.
Pulling it out, she smeared it slowly and then her hand went between her buttocks and Baban saw her anoint her anus and understood what she was going to do and his jaw dropped in shock and astonishment.
Moaning, Anuja leaned forward again and shuffled her feet further apart. Holding the bed-stand with one hand, the *dandiya* in the other, she stretched a hand behind her buttocks and pressed the lubricated tip of the rod to her anus.
He saw her pause and then her arm flexed and she pushed the *dandiya* into her asshole. Her head snapped up and he heard her cry.
"OHHHHHHHHHH ma unhhhhh OHHHHHHH!"
Her fingers tensed on the fretwork. Her face convulsed and spasmed in a trismus of excitement. Her buttocks lurched and writhed and sank deeper onto the upright pole and knob.
The hand behind her began to move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of the *dandiya* in and out of her anus. At the same time, her cunt slid up and down the bedpost. Faster and faster she went, moaning, gasping, rocking and lurching. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and he saw that her nipples were nut-hard.
Her hand rocked behind her back, moving the *dandiya* in and out of her anus faster and faster, deeper and deeper. With a shuddering gasp, she orgasmed, her back bowing inward, her face jerking up and contorting with lust, the hand behind her back tensing, pressing the *dandiya* deep into her anus while her cunt sank deeply onto the bedpost.
On and on it went, and she moaned, gasped, her chest heaving till it gradually ebbed.
Slowly, she slid the *dandiya* out of her anus and gingerly lifted her cunt off the bedpost with a shaking moan. She flopped on the bed and lay across it, her hips at the edge, her feet on the floor, her chest heaving.
He could see her cunt-flesh clearly, for her thighs were spread wide. Moaning, she caressed her breasts again, and her hand slid down her body to her cunt and she slid her finger sensuously up and down the wet slit.
Baban thought the sight of her dark, wet cunt against her slender, bejeweled finger was incredibly erotic.
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