30-06-2019, 01:41 PM
She smiled and bent under his outstretched arms. As she ducked, her tunic lapels drooped and fell open and he bent his head and looked down into her garment and lovely cleavage. She had taken off her brassiere. She wore a gold necklace and he could see one entire breast and its nipple, and her belly below. He stifled a gasp.
She was in an equally exciting position. As she bent, her face was on level with his naked belly, his hard torso arched over her. The bulge between his thighs was tantalisingly close, scarce inches from her arm and hand. She looked at it sidelong and bit her lower lip in excitement. So near, so very near, and no one else around, and the waiting had gone on long enough. It had to be now.
She froze in place. So did he. He stared at her breasts, transfixed. She felt his eyes on them and grew aroused. He could see them swell, saw one nipple harden. His cock began to thicken and she sensed it, saw it, and her pulse raced. If she hadn't made her move, he would probably have flung himself at her and bangd her.
There was no need to. She was unable to contain herself. She stopped, turned and straightened between his outstretched arms. She was very close to him, her body almost touching his. Her
vision was filled with the sight of his sprawling, deep chest, his hard belly, shining with sweat. She thought it incredibly sexy. Her hands rose and slid slowly up his belly to his chest, and she
tilted her face up to his.
"Shankar," she murmured softly.
It was all that he needed to hear. He settled on his feet, dropped his arms and held her waist. His eyes locked with hers. Her lovely lips fluttered, parted, her breath was warm and sweet on his face.
Her perfect teeth shone. Her hands slid up over his chest to his shoulders. He bent his head toward hers.
The first touch was electrifying for both of them. His lips were warm and dry and firm, hers soft and moist, yielding. They met, parted, met again, parted, and met yet again, and there was no question of moving apart now. His tongue probed between her lips and she let it into her mouth, sucking on it.
He drew her close and her body pressed to his. He could feel the warm prickle of her cuntfuzz through her tunic and knew that she had taken off her panties as well. His hands slid up and cupped her breasts. She stiffened in his arms and he could feel her nipples judder taut.
*Oh god*, she thought to herself, her mind in a whirl. *It's happening at last*! Her hands tightened about his head, and their kiss deepened and now her tongue met his, communicating her hunger and eagerness. He squeezed her breasts gently, and marvelled at their size and weight and fullness and firmness.
Her thigh pressed between his legs and she could feel the weight of his erection.
No words were needed. Her hands flew to the remaining buttons of her tunic, pulling it open. He slid his hands into it and cupped her breasts. They were warm and lovely and turgid to his touch. He squeezed them yet again, fondling them, rolling the nipples in the hard heels of his palms. She shuddered and the kiss broke and she arched her head, her lips parting as she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. He pulled the tunic off her shoulders and it slid to the floor with a soft susurrus.
She was naked in his arms, and he thought he had never seen a lovelier woman. Her superb breasts sloped toward long nipples set in dark aureoles. Her belly was flat and firm, the waist nipped in like a wasp's, and her hips flared to form a perfect cushion for a man's thrusting loins, and then tapered to long, slender lovely legs. She wore her gold necklace, matching ear-rings, a small diamond finger-ring. On her, thus, in his arms, it was incredibly erotic.
He bent his head and when his tongue touched her nipple, she gasped, arching, twining her fingers in his thick hair.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned.
Her body was irresistible. He squeezed the luscious mound in his hand and drew it into his mouth. She cried out, her body spasming with joy as she felt the electric warmth and heat of his mouth and tongue and teeth on her breasts. Flames of lust licked at her loins.
"Yes ... UHhhhh ... OHHHH!" she went.
He flicked her nipple under his tongue, scbangd it across his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Shirlyn's head swam with delight. She had never imagined it would feel anything like this. He nibbled on it, rolled it between his teeth, sucked on it slowly at first and then with increasing pressure, and then slowly let it go. Shirlyn whimpered. He moved to the other breast.
"Shankar!" she gasped, her hands feverish on his head. "Ohhhhhh Shankar!"
Her voice, her tone, her fingers in his hair, all excited him beyond measure. He took her hand in his and slid it into the waistband of his shorts. He wore nothing beneath. Her fingertips brushed his pubic hair, touched the hilt of his shaft.
Her natural lust overcame all hesitation, and he groaned deep in his throat as her fingers gently encircled his cock, slid down to fondle his balls, slid up and down its length, exploring it with awe.
*My first cock!* she thought to herself. *I'm touching my first cock ... God, it's so big ... so hard ... so hot ... so thick ... how will it ever fit? I've got to see it ... I want to see it ... suck it ... taste it ... I want it ... oh god, I want it so much ...*
Her hands slid around to his buttocks and hips, jerking his shorts down and his heart leaped with excitement. *Fuck, the bint was better than he had hoped! This one was born for this ... meant for this!*
His shorts puddled to his feet and he rose from her breasts and she bent her head, looking down in awe and wonder at the penis in her hand. It was huge, eight inches long, two inches thick, springing erect and throbbing electrically in her hand from its forest of dark pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. She knew what she had to do. She had seen enough movies, watched her sister do it countless times.
She slid to her knees and he watched, his astonishment mounting. She was too good to be true, a dream come true. She moaned in excitement and deep lust, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, her lips parted as she held his cock before her face. She could smell it, sharp and tangy, utterly sexy. She closed her eyes and caressed her face with it, stroking her cheeks with it. She rose slightly and pressed it to her breasts, running it over her rigid nipples.
Instinctively, her fist curled over its shaft and she jerked it to and fro inexpertly. He grunted, flexing his buttocks and guided her hand, showing her how to do it to suit his pleasure. That aroused her further. *Oh god, it's wonderful, she thought, my first cock ...*
"Suck it!" he gasped. "C'mon, baby ... take my cock in your mouth ... and suck it hard, bitch! Do it!"
His words, the vernacular, the obscene language he used turned her on even more. Lavda, she thought. *I will say that to him ... and use words like *lund* and *chuth* and *chodh* ... he will like that ...*
He showed her how to flip back his foreskin. She gazed mesmerized as his bulging cock-head appeared. It was an enormous knob. A jewel of a drop of pre-cum gunk oozed from the slit in its head. Shirlyn stared at it, hyponotised.
With a soft moan, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue out, pointing it, and catching the bead of spoot delicately on the tip of it. She drew her tongue in and swallowed the jizz. His head bent, watching her, Shankar gasped in amazement. Shirlyn savored the musky-tangy taste of his seed. It was delicious and made her throb with excitement. Jerking his cock as he had showed her, she slid her tongue out again and wound it round his cock-head for more of his seed. Shankar gasped and his hands flew to her head, and he thrust his hips forward.
"Suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock! Suck hard!"
She obeyed, her body fiery with lust, and delicately slid her lips about his cock-head and part of his shaft. Her face distended with the size of it and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck on it.
Shankar gasped, his eyes hooding, throwing his head back. His hips bucked at her face. He began to move her head to and fro with his hands and she understood how it was to be done. It was wonderful in her mouth, hot and hard and throbbing and it grew slippery as it oozed and trickled more and more gunk. She swallowed it greedily.
His loins smelled musky and sexy, his cock-seed was heady. She sucked and jerked him with increasing confidence, her fingers becoming sticky with his gunk. She smeared it on her breasts and began to caress herself. His cock raked in between her lips and she let her teeth scbang delicately along the shaft, flicking her tongue at the cock-head the while, winding it round and round.
She cupped his balls, caressing them tenderly with her slender fingers. His hips pumped and he held her head and rocked it gently to and fro as he fucked her mouth. Shirlyn felt giddy with excitement. It was better than she had dared hope.
"Oh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck hard, slut! Suck! C'mon! Suck!" he gasped in joy.
She was in an equally exciting position. As she bent, her face was on level with his naked belly, his hard torso arched over her. The bulge between his thighs was tantalisingly close, scarce inches from her arm and hand. She looked at it sidelong and bit her lower lip in excitement. So near, so very near, and no one else around, and the waiting had gone on long enough. It had to be now.
She froze in place. So did he. He stared at her breasts, transfixed. She felt his eyes on them and grew aroused. He could see them swell, saw one nipple harden. His cock began to thicken and she sensed it, saw it, and her pulse raced. If she hadn't made her move, he would probably have flung himself at her and bangd her.
There was no need to. She was unable to contain herself. She stopped, turned and straightened between his outstretched arms. She was very close to him, her body almost touching his. Her
vision was filled with the sight of his sprawling, deep chest, his hard belly, shining with sweat. She thought it incredibly sexy. Her hands rose and slid slowly up his belly to his chest, and she
tilted her face up to his.
"Shankar," she murmured softly.
It was all that he needed to hear. He settled on his feet, dropped his arms and held her waist. His eyes locked with hers. Her lovely lips fluttered, parted, her breath was warm and sweet on his face.
Her perfect teeth shone. Her hands slid up over his chest to his shoulders. He bent his head toward hers.
The first touch was electrifying for both of them. His lips were warm and dry and firm, hers soft and moist, yielding. They met, parted, met again, parted, and met yet again, and there was no question of moving apart now. His tongue probed between her lips and she let it into her mouth, sucking on it.
He drew her close and her body pressed to his. He could feel the warm prickle of her cuntfuzz through her tunic and knew that she had taken off her panties as well. His hands slid up and cupped her breasts. She stiffened in his arms and he could feel her nipples judder taut.
*Oh god*, she thought to herself, her mind in a whirl. *It's happening at last*! Her hands tightened about his head, and their kiss deepened and now her tongue met his, communicating her hunger and eagerness. He squeezed her breasts gently, and marvelled at their size and weight and fullness and firmness.
Her thigh pressed between his legs and she could feel the weight of his erection.
No words were needed. Her hands flew to the remaining buttons of her tunic, pulling it open. He slid his hands into it and cupped her breasts. They were warm and lovely and turgid to his touch. He squeezed them yet again, fondling them, rolling the nipples in the hard heels of his palms. She shuddered and the kiss broke and she arched her head, her lips parting as she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. He pulled the tunic off her shoulders and it slid to the floor with a soft susurrus.
She was naked in his arms, and he thought he had never seen a lovelier woman. Her superb breasts sloped toward long nipples set in dark aureoles. Her belly was flat and firm, the waist nipped in like a wasp's, and her hips flared to form a perfect cushion for a man's thrusting loins, and then tapered to long, slender lovely legs. She wore her gold necklace, matching ear-rings, a small diamond finger-ring. On her, thus, in his arms, it was incredibly erotic.
He bent his head and when his tongue touched her nipple, she gasped, arching, twining her fingers in his thick hair.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned.
Her body was irresistible. He squeezed the luscious mound in his hand and drew it into his mouth. She cried out, her body spasming with joy as she felt the electric warmth and heat of his mouth and tongue and teeth on her breasts. Flames of lust licked at her loins.
"Yes ... UHhhhh ... OHHHH!" she went.
He flicked her nipple under his tongue, scbangd it across his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Shirlyn's head swam with delight. She had never imagined it would feel anything like this. He nibbled on it, rolled it between his teeth, sucked on it slowly at first and then with increasing pressure, and then slowly let it go. Shirlyn whimpered. He moved to the other breast.
"Shankar!" she gasped, her hands feverish on his head. "Ohhhhhh Shankar!"
Her voice, her tone, her fingers in his hair, all excited him beyond measure. He took her hand in his and slid it into the waistband of his shorts. He wore nothing beneath. Her fingertips brushed his pubic hair, touched the hilt of his shaft.
Her natural lust overcame all hesitation, and he groaned deep in his throat as her fingers gently encircled his cock, slid down to fondle his balls, slid up and down its length, exploring it with awe.
*My first cock!* she thought to herself. *I'm touching my first cock ... God, it's so big ... so hard ... so hot ... so thick ... how will it ever fit? I've got to see it ... I want to see it ... suck it ... taste it ... I want it ... oh god, I want it so much ...*
Her hands slid around to his buttocks and hips, jerking his shorts down and his heart leaped with excitement. *Fuck, the bint was better than he had hoped! This one was born for this ... meant for this!*
His shorts puddled to his feet and he rose from her breasts and she bent her head, looking down in awe and wonder at the penis in her hand. It was huge, eight inches long, two inches thick, springing erect and throbbing electrically in her hand from its forest of dark pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. She knew what she had to do. She had seen enough movies, watched her sister do it countless times.
She slid to her knees and he watched, his astonishment mounting. She was too good to be true, a dream come true. She moaned in excitement and deep lust, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, her lips parted as she held his cock before her face. She could smell it, sharp and tangy, utterly sexy. She closed her eyes and caressed her face with it, stroking her cheeks with it. She rose slightly and pressed it to her breasts, running it over her rigid nipples.
Instinctively, her fist curled over its shaft and she jerked it to and fro inexpertly. He grunted, flexing his buttocks and guided her hand, showing her how to do it to suit his pleasure. That aroused her further. *Oh god, it's wonderful, she thought, my first cock ...*
"Suck it!" he gasped. "C'mon, baby ... take my cock in your mouth ... and suck it hard, bitch! Do it!"
His words, the vernacular, the obscene language he used turned her on even more. Lavda, she thought. *I will say that to him ... and use words like *lund* and *chuth* and *chodh* ... he will like that ...*
He showed her how to flip back his foreskin. She gazed mesmerized as his bulging cock-head appeared. It was an enormous knob. A jewel of a drop of pre-cum gunk oozed from the slit in its head. Shirlyn stared at it, hyponotised.
With a soft moan, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue out, pointing it, and catching the bead of spoot delicately on the tip of it. She drew her tongue in and swallowed the jizz. His head bent, watching her, Shankar gasped in amazement. Shirlyn savored the musky-tangy taste of his seed. It was delicious and made her throb with excitement. Jerking his cock as he had showed her, she slid her tongue out again and wound it round his cock-head for more of his seed. Shankar gasped and his hands flew to her head, and he thrust his hips forward.
"Suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock! Suck hard!"
She obeyed, her body fiery with lust, and delicately slid her lips about his cock-head and part of his shaft. Her face distended with the size of it and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck on it.
Shankar gasped, his eyes hooding, throwing his head back. His hips bucked at her face. He began to move her head to and fro with his hands and she understood how it was to be done. It was wonderful in her mouth, hot and hard and throbbing and it grew slippery as it oozed and trickled more and more gunk. She swallowed it greedily.
His loins smelled musky and sexy, his cock-seed was heady. She sucked and jerked him with increasing confidence, her fingers becoming sticky with his gunk. She smeared it on her breasts and began to caress herself. His cock raked in between her lips and she let her teeth scbang delicately along the shaft, flicking her tongue at the cock-head the while, winding it round and round.
She cupped his balls, caressing them tenderly with her slender fingers. His hips pumped and he held her head and rocked it gently to and fro as he fucked her mouth. Shirlyn felt giddy with excitement. It was better than she had dared hope.
"Oh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck hard, slut! Suck! C'mon! Suck!" he gasped in joy.
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