30-06-2019, 01:45 PM
He flipped on his back beside her in the narrow, stuffy corridor and she turned around, leaning over him, her face over his, her hair over her shoulder caressing his cheek. She held his penis affectionately, jerking it gently and lowered her lips to his. Her breasts pressed to his chest and her nipples were still rigid and aroused. He cupped one breast and fondled it gently. She slid up and let it drop into his mouth like succulent fruit.
He relented and sucked tenderly on it, toying her nipple with his tongue. She murmured in pleasure. He let her go and she snaked her tongue down his body to his groin and kissed his cock. It was beautiful, rock-hard and stiff in her fingers and against her lips and tongue. She sucked the cock-head gently and caressed her face with the shaft.
She rose to her knees and smiled down at him. He sat up and they kissed, his hand between her breasts, hers on his cock. He leaned back and looked at her. He was overcome by her beauty and sexiness. He thought she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen and, like this, her body glistening in a sheen of sex-sweat, beads of sweat dotted her upper lip and strands of silken hair clung damp to the nape of her superb neck, she was bewitching. Her cunt twinkled with their juices and for a moment, he was tempted to fuck her again.
He forced himself away and they got to their feet and kissed yet again, their bodies grinding close, reluctant to part.
"Go," he said softly. "Go, whore ... go bathe ... the others will be here any minute. Gonna fuck you again tonight!"
Later that night, as he knelt behind her, fucking her on forearms and knees from behind, doggie style, Shankar marvelled at his fortune. She was an incredible piece of ass, quite the best he had ever had - eager, unafraid, sexy, beautiful - and quite insatiable. No matter what he did to her, she loved it and wanted more, and yet more. And she was his for the taking, whenever he chose.
She was waiting for him on the terrace when he finally got through his never ending part-time chores in different households. She led him silently to a secluded area in deep shadow between two huge concrete water storage tanks. Without further ado she slipped out of her clothes and virtually tore his off his body. Her hunger was naked and obvious and she went at him like a tigress, as if she wanted to devour all of him.
She knelt and sucked his cock, and already she was astonishingly good at it. When he pushed her away, she begged him to tongue-fuck her and there was no way he could refuse. She sat on his face, her head flung back, her face turned to the silver moon, moaning and gasping deliriously as he probed her cunt deep. When they were ready, she turned on her hands and knees and presented her delectable buttocks to him again, spreading her legs wide, begging him to fuck her from behind
They fucked for nearly an hour. She wanted to try every position and he was hard put to slow her down. She seemed to be unusually knowledgeable about them. He was awed by her skill and the intensity of her driving lust. She came as he fucked her on all fours and then she turned him on his back and mounted him, astride his hips, impaling herself on his cock. She had come half a dozen times already and this had to be the last - till the next day.
She sank lower, biting her lower lip, her face contorting in a rictus of lust, a soft gasp hissing from clenched teeth as he held her hips and jerked her down onto his penis.
"Ohhhhh Shankar ... yes ... OHHhhhh god yes yes OHhhh uhhh *hanh*!" she moaned, jerking on his penis.
Their bodies glistened with silver beads of sweat that sparkled off them as they rocked and swung together in mounting frenzy. Her breasts swung and bounced and she squeezed them in delight as he fingered her anus, making her writhe on his cock. When she exploded, he timed his own orgasm to perfection and, thudding up into her, spilled his seed yet again into her craven cunt.
In the days that followed, they fucked like randy honeymooners at every opportunity, and Shirlyn's lectual skills quickly grew. She had a natural aptitude for it and, with practice, she learned how to prolong her orgasm to achieve mind-blowing intensity, how to torment him with her lips and tongue and breasts and fingertips and cunt till he surrendered.
Shirlyn could think of little else. She longed for it and waited impatiently till they could be alone. Saturdays were the best, for they had the entire morning free - she had no school, and the rest of the family was out. But, equally, Sundays were miserable, crawling with maddening slowness to the night when at last they could meet on the terrace.
They took to fucking all over the house when they were alone: in her bed, on the floor, in the kitchen, on the dining table, in the bathroom and even in the open balcony, screened from the prying eyes of the inquisitive neighbours only by the creepers on the trellis. She loved that especially, the danger of being found out adding an erotic thrill to the sex.
He relented and sucked tenderly on it, toying her nipple with his tongue. She murmured in pleasure. He let her go and she snaked her tongue down his body to his groin and kissed his cock. It was beautiful, rock-hard and stiff in her fingers and against her lips and tongue. She sucked the cock-head gently and caressed her face with the shaft.
She rose to her knees and smiled down at him. He sat up and they kissed, his hand between her breasts, hers on his cock. He leaned back and looked at her. He was overcome by her beauty and sexiness. He thought she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen and, like this, her body glistening in a sheen of sex-sweat, beads of sweat dotted her upper lip and strands of silken hair clung damp to the nape of her superb neck, she was bewitching. Her cunt twinkled with their juices and for a moment, he was tempted to fuck her again.
He forced himself away and they got to their feet and kissed yet again, their bodies grinding close, reluctant to part.
"Go," he said softly. "Go, whore ... go bathe ... the others will be here any minute. Gonna fuck you again tonight!"
Later that night, as he knelt behind her, fucking her on forearms and knees from behind, doggie style, Shankar marvelled at his fortune. She was an incredible piece of ass, quite the best he had ever had - eager, unafraid, sexy, beautiful - and quite insatiable. No matter what he did to her, she loved it and wanted more, and yet more. And she was his for the taking, whenever he chose.
She was waiting for him on the terrace when he finally got through his never ending part-time chores in different households. She led him silently to a secluded area in deep shadow between two huge concrete water storage tanks. Without further ado she slipped out of her clothes and virtually tore his off his body. Her hunger was naked and obvious and she went at him like a tigress, as if she wanted to devour all of him.
She knelt and sucked his cock, and already she was astonishingly good at it. When he pushed her away, she begged him to tongue-fuck her and there was no way he could refuse. She sat on his face, her head flung back, her face turned to the silver moon, moaning and gasping deliriously as he probed her cunt deep. When they were ready, she turned on her hands and knees and presented her delectable buttocks to him again, spreading her legs wide, begging him to fuck her from behind
They fucked for nearly an hour. She wanted to try every position and he was hard put to slow her down. She seemed to be unusually knowledgeable about them. He was awed by her skill and the intensity of her driving lust. She came as he fucked her on all fours and then she turned him on his back and mounted him, astride his hips, impaling herself on his cock. She had come half a dozen times already and this had to be the last - till the next day.
She sank lower, biting her lower lip, her face contorting in a rictus of lust, a soft gasp hissing from clenched teeth as he held her hips and jerked her down onto his penis.
"Ohhhhh Shankar ... yes ... OHHhhhh god yes yes OHhhh uhhh *hanh*!" she moaned, jerking on his penis.
Their bodies glistened with silver beads of sweat that sparkled off them as they rocked and swung together in mounting frenzy. Her breasts swung and bounced and she squeezed them in delight as he fingered her anus, making her writhe on his cock. When she exploded, he timed his own orgasm to perfection and, thudding up into her, spilled his seed yet again into her craven cunt.
In the days that followed, they fucked like randy honeymooners at every opportunity, and Shirlyn's lectual skills quickly grew. She had a natural aptitude for it and, with practice, she learned how to prolong her orgasm to achieve mind-blowing intensity, how to torment him with her lips and tongue and breasts and fingertips and cunt till he surrendered.
Shirlyn could think of little else. She longed for it and waited impatiently till they could be alone. Saturdays were the best, for they had the entire morning free - she had no school, and the rest of the family was out. But, equally, Sundays were miserable, crawling with maddening slowness to the night when at last they could meet on the terrace.
They took to fucking all over the house when they were alone: in her bed, on the floor, in the kitchen, on the dining table, in the bathroom and even in the open balcony, screened from the prying eyes of the inquisitive neighbours only by the creepers on the trellis. She loved that especially, the danger of being found out adding an erotic thrill to the sex.
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