Misc. Erotica Kamya : A Teacher & her Adventures

[rashmi_rathi]

Kamya didn't knew how to respond towards the dirty comments and intentions Junaid was whispering in her ears. Her body had now stopped shivering.
Junaid grabbed her face and turned her towards him...his fingers were pressed against her cheeks. and placed his lips over her. Kamya's body was twisted awkwardly but Junaid had no problem with it. He was busy in tasting the most delicious thing his lips were ever been too. For Kamya it was all new experience...although her neck started to ache she was thrilled to be handled that way. Sumit had never kissed her like that...a proper masculine demanding kiss.

"Oh my sweet Madam...how long I have waited for this." He whispered between kisses never leaving her luscious lips.
"Mmmhhhmmm" Kamya was trying hard to keep on with it.
Junaid was old college kisser. He had no idea of going french.
Kamya involuntarily stuck her tongue out searching for his. Junaid was taken aback. He didn't knew how to repond. Their eyes opened. Kamya's quizzy, as if irritated why he stopped. Junaid had a wicked smile on his face. and this time when he returned he invaded her mouth...his thick tongue went on to discover the magical land of her famine...which was rich...creamy and delicious. He let his fluids pour into her mouth and sucked whatever she had to offer. and finally they broke their kiss. Kamya felt like she had orgasm just from kissing.

Junaid turned her around to face him. He had his hands running all over her pajamas grabbing her plush body. He pulled her closer and placed his lips back on. His left hand pulled her right leg over him and his hand ran down above that fabric from behind all the way to her pussy.
Kamya moaned breaking the kiss. Junaid marveled how her body was reacting to just touches...as if she was thirsty for a long very long time.
He didn't stopped there...he invaded her privacy and inserted his palm inside her pajamas. All the way through her ass crack to her womanhood.
He was surprised to feel how silky and mushy she was there and all hairless. He lady lips so soft that if would put even silk to shame.
His rough fingers ran down her love crack...Kamya was moaning in pleasure and then he invaded inside her.
Her body arched...Junaid pulled her closer. Smiling wickedly...his rough face now all over her neck. She was taller than her but he was taking care of her like a doll. The fingers doubled and so did her moans.

Junaid felt like he would bust even without doing anything. Even after the masturbation twice earlier that night. Slowly he lifted her kurta all the way out off her back and in front as well. Her love melons came in the view there was only a little light in the room but it was enough to see how beautiful she was there.
Her breasts were firm and she had a little areola around her cherries. Kamya looked at Junaid who was very much mesmerised by her beauty.
Kamya placed her palm over her pigeons and hid them from the hunter who was preying on them.
She pressed her palm against his troso and pushed him off.
"Junaidji I am married we shouldn't be doing it." Kamya's mangalsutra was hanging in between her lovely melons.
"Madamji Please." Junaid said.
But Kamya had rose up. She had lowered her kurta back and she started to see whether her clothes were dry yet. The saree was almost dry but there was no substantial progress in any other.

Junaid waited irritated for sometime. He didn't knew how to react. He was angered as if someone had taken his doll from him.
He took off his clothes and he now had only lungi on him.
He rose off the bed and stood behind her. Kamya who was still checking the clothes...he grabbed her left palm and kissed it.
"JunaidJi please." Kamya moaned in pleasure.
Junaid grabbed the hem of kurta this time and started to pull it out off her body.
and he took it off completely. His hands first fell on her waist...digging his fingers deep in her lush skin claiming her...as if he didn't give a fuck even if she was married. His palm move swiftly across her body and finally he had both his palm on her flying pigeons. The hunter grabbed the pigeons...clenching them tighter...Kamya's cherries popped out...her resistance left her body through her nipples.

"I am doing all this with your husbands permission madam...now let me take him off you." He said grabbing her mangalsutra and tore it off her body. It fell on the ground. There were only a few sounds in that tiny room...her bangles...her moans and the wind. Kamya's nipples were the most sensitive part of her body...sometimes she even had orgasm just through nipple stimuli. But Junaid didn't knew about this yet.
He let his palm slip and fetch the thread of his pajama she was wearing. It didn't took long after a little resistance it was all on the floor. The most beautiful lady in the village after whom everyone dreamed about was standing there all bare...with a rickshaw puller. Junaid looked at her from various angles...detached off her...while she stood there her one hand covering her breasts and other her coochie.
He grabbed her right buttock hard and it soon overlapped with a strong slap on it. Her fair skin turned red instantly. It was enough to make her moan hard.
"Aaaahhh" She cried.

Junaid undid his lungi and all hairy and untidy guerrilla was free to take the princess. Kamya looked at his manhood and her heart skipped a beat. He was huge and apart from that his shaft was a little weirdly shaped. He picked her up on his lap and took her to the bed again. Junaid came on top of her...his dick was poking against her flat stomach. Kamya who was still holding her breasts had no guts to open her eyes.
Junaid wasn't much bothered about it. He crushed her underneath him. and he enjoyed every bit of it after all she was the most comforting he had ever been to. His lips were again all over her neck and this time he had more exposed area to feed onto. His knees worked his way and became successful in parting her legs apart.

"Ohhh Kamya you are so soft...fuck." he moaned.
However he was far from doing it.
He grabbed her wrist finally and forcefully made the pigeons free again...the hunter claimed back what he had conquered...the melons were his and he had every right to do whatever he wished. The princess could only watch and experience the pain and pleasure he were giving her through those two lovely pigeons (breasts). Soon he intertwined his fingers with her and she had no power to resist him in any other way. He had completely overpowered her.
Junaid looked at her hairless armpits. His shaft twitched. Kamya felt it. He digged his nostrils deep in her right one. Kamya moaned her body arched so much that it even pulled that heavy beast up a little only to be pressed back.
The tickling was something she hadn't experienced for a much longer time. Kamya giggled and moaned at the same time and Junaid enjoyed both of them.
His ran his face all over it...making it miserable for her...she couldn't laugh anymore...her stomach was already in pain but Junaid wasn't finished yet...the left one was still untasted. He grabbed the muffler and tied her hands. His palm pressed against her elbows now....she was in much miserable position now and much pressed.