13-01-2019, 04:17 PM
"Oh my God! Oh, what have I done?" She cried as she quickly grabbed her clothes, and struggling into them.
"Meena Aunty, honey, relax," Rajeev said as he tried to calm her.
"Relax? Relax? I just let a stranger man make love to me and you say relax?" she cried as she finished dressing.
Rajeev realized that he had to get her out of there as soon as he could, so he silently got back to the shed and put her bike together for her.
"Meena Aunty, I'm sorry. I thought you wanted it as bad as I did," he said as he gave her the bike.
"Please, Rajeev, just get out of here," she said as she grabbed the bike and left it in the Shed and headed toward the house.
Meena didn't see Rajeev's satisfied smile when she left, and it wasn't until she got into her bedroom that she realized that she hadn't wiped off the excess cum. There was a large tell-tail spot on her petticoat where it had leaked out of her so she dashed into her bed room and tore off her clothes, threw herself onto her bed and burst into tears.
"Oh my! Oh my God!'' She wailed as the tears flowed down her cheeks and onto her pillow.
When her crying had finally stopped she got off the bed and walked into her bathroom. She took a long hot shower before returning to her bedroom and dressing again. She turned her attention to her housework with a vengeance, and was half-way finished before she realized that she had a very satisfied warm glow deep in her tummy. She stopped what she was doing and smiled softly.
"I have to admit I did enjoy it, and he did have a very nice cock," she purred contentedly.
Then she shook that thought right out of her head.
The next morning the sexual interlude just continued, and she was now completely entranced and his slave Rajeev's slave.
Meena loved sucking cock. Like all of Rajeev's other women including his own rela-tive Rupa, she was an exceptionally skilled lover and she enjoyed sex immensely. But most of all, she loved the taste and smell of a thick, long cock in her mouth, the sharp tang of fresh, hot jizz.
There was something about her face and manner and body that instantly made men want to fuck her mouth. She was good-looking in a slightly fleshy sort of way. Yet some-how, beneath her middle-class exterior, she managed to exude an enormous sex-appeal. Her skin was utterly clear and smooth, totally devoid of even the minute hair that marks the skin of so many women. Her lips were full, slightly pouting the eyes small and dark, set wide and deep. The nose was full and two lines curved down her face from the middle of her nose, giving a slightly down-turned look to her mouth.
She had long hair, down to her fleshy buttocks. Her jaw was well-defined, the face oval with a delectable cleft in her chin. Her breasts were full and heavy and big, thrusting proudly out of the blouses beneath the *pallu*'s of the *sari*'s she al-ways wore.
The blouses were invariably cut in deep V-necks, the *sari* slung low, well below the fair, creamy spread of her slightly protuberant belly. She preferred translu-cent *sari*'s that afforded a good glimpse of her dark and deep and inviting cleavage. Her buttocks were luscious, spreading erotically, yet not too big and, thanks to the incessant lethal exercise, finely tone and taut.
She was in Rajeev's room now. He smiled gently and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She smelled sweet and slightly musky, erotic. His hands slid up from her waist, over her luscious breasts, cupping them gently. She shiv-ered in pleasure as his fingers trickled into the deep V neck of the blouse, ca-ressing the slopes of her breasts. He slid the *sari* off her shoulder, caressing her belly.
"I want to suck your cock," she said softly. "I want your cum in my mouth."
He nodded. It had no taken much time to seduce and make the owner's wife a real slut for Rajeev, he had that Adonis feel in him and she was his latest conquest. Meena smiled gently, and began to strip him. He leaned back against the bed and closed his eyes, letting her draw the tensions of the day out of him in her inimi-table fashion.
Even limp, his cock was massive without her knowledge he had been in a ménage trios along with his friend fucking Rupa all night but it was as thick and long as most other men erect. She loved him, his enormous cock, his magnificent body, his gener-ous lovemaking. She had innumerable lovers, but none of them could make her feel as Rajeev did.
She unwound her *sari* and dropped her petticoat, standing before him only in her blouse. She flicked open all the buttons except the last, her breasts straining at the blouse, stretching it wide open, her breasts almost fully revealed to his hun-gry gaze.
She bent her head and, with her fingers encircling the hilt of his cock, without rolling back his foreskin, gently sucked on just the very tip of his penis, taking only the forefront of his cock-head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled erotically about his foreskin, flicking it this way and that and she tried to roll it back with her tongue. The sensation was extraordinary, and he gasped, crying out aloud. Her mouth was warm and moist, gentle yet insistent. His cock began to swell and thicken, growing hot and hard in her mouth. She sucked the tip of his penis relent-lessly, till he was erect and hard. She stopped and looked up at him, smiling in pleasure. He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering with lust.
In an intensely erotic motion, she dragged her tongue down the upper side of his cock-shaft and through the dark fuzz of his pubic hair, rising slightly on her knees. His belly rippled with excitement and she swirled her tongue through his na-vel. Her breasts pressed against his thighs. She took his throbbing tool in her hand and guided it into the deep channel of her cleavage, between her breasts and under her blouse.
The sensation was exquisite. Her warm, fleshy, slightly sweaty breasts enveloped his tool in a taut sheath, her breasts squeezed by the tightness of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders and began to move her torso slowly, jerking his cock between her breasts, swaying slowly from side to side and up and down so that his cock-shaft pressed hard against her breasts, rasping against her nipples and the blouse material. She raked her fingernails gently up and down his thighs and over his balls. He looked down at her mesmerized.
Her lips were parted, her nostrils flared and she was breathing heavily with ex-citement. She lifted the cock out of her breast-sheath and lasciviously caressed her cheeks and lips with it. She leaned away from him, releasing his cock slowly, almost reluctantly.
"Turn around," she commanded softly.
He obeyed, turning his back to her and leaning forward on his bed, his buttocks thrust back at her face. Kneeling behind him, Meena began to lick and kiss the back of his thighs and buttocks, teething them gently. She pressed her teeth against his buttocks and he squirmed in delight. She reached around for his tool, gently roll-ing it between open palms like a long sausage, jerking it back and forth slowly. At the same time, her tongue snaked into the crack between his buttocks, questing for his anus.
He shuffled his legs further apart and eased his torso down onto the bed. Reaching behind him, he clawed his buttocks open. Her tongue swirled around the puckered flesh of his anus and she moaned softly in pleasure. It tasted musky and erotic. His sphincter spasm as her tongue tip pressed insistently at it, then yielded and he gasped as she pressed her tongue into his asshole. He groaned softly, his hips trembling, his cock throbbing. His loins blazed with lust heat.
He felt her fingertip at his anus and he tensed. She pressed it firmly forward and he moaned and let her slide it into his ass. She held her fingertip inside his anus and drew her tongue downward. Her soft face and lips slid between his buttocks and thighs, her fingertip still locked in his asshole.
Gently, she lapped at his balls, examining their contours with her tongue, taking their loaded weight between her lips. Her lips parted and he groaned in pure joy as she began to suckle on the orbs gently, one by one, then both together. Fire roiled up in his belly and his balls ached for release.
She continued to torment him. She bent her head, drawing her long, tasseled plait before her, and slid it up between his legs, winding her hair and the black and silver-shot tassels around his tool. Now she began to move her finger in his butt, twisting it round and round and in and out. She frigged his cock slowly, simultaneously sucking his balls. He felt as though he was being devoured.
"God yes," he gasped. "Yeh ... that's so good ... yes ..."
Her head moved lower and he gasped again as her warm, moist lips found his cock-tip again, sucking gently on it, her tongue playing with his cock-head once more. Her head was between his thighs, arched way back like a suckling calf. He could see the valley of her breasts, shining with his pre-cum gunk.
Slowly, she pulled her finger out of his ass and he gasped at the release of ten-sion. He moved to turn around, but she forced him to remain as he was. She turned around and shuffled backwards between his thighs, her head tilted back. She lifted her long black and gold *mangalsutra* and pressed it with a fingertip to ass once more. He groaned in pleasure and yielded. Gently, she slid her necklace into his asshole. He cried out, his face contorting as he felt the small, hard beads squeeze into his rear channel. She took his shaft in her fist and gently rolled back his foreskin. Her mouth was still maddeningly distant from his cock, driving him wild as her hot breath and fiery tongue flickered serpentine cross his throbbing cock-head.
"C'mon whore! Suck it! Suck my cock!" he cried hoarsely.
She kissed his cock-head, and held her lips there. He waited, trembling and tense. Her lips parted, and her tongue met his cock-head. Her lips slid down, her tongue winding round and round his cock-head. Lower and lower went her lips, her tongue trying to pry open the slit in his cock-head, making him gasp and groan.
"Meena Aunty, honey, relax," Rajeev said as he tried to calm her.
"Relax? Relax? I just let a stranger man make love to me and you say relax?" she cried as she finished dressing.
Rajeev realized that he had to get her out of there as soon as he could, so he silently got back to the shed and put her bike together for her.
"Meena Aunty, I'm sorry. I thought you wanted it as bad as I did," he said as he gave her the bike.
"Please, Rajeev, just get out of here," she said as she grabbed the bike and left it in the Shed and headed toward the house.
Meena didn't see Rajeev's satisfied smile when she left, and it wasn't until she got into her bedroom that she realized that she hadn't wiped off the excess cum. There was a large tell-tail spot on her petticoat where it had leaked out of her so she dashed into her bed room and tore off her clothes, threw herself onto her bed and burst into tears.
"Oh my! Oh my God!'' She wailed as the tears flowed down her cheeks and onto her pillow.
When her crying had finally stopped she got off the bed and walked into her bathroom. She took a long hot shower before returning to her bedroom and dressing again. She turned her attention to her housework with a vengeance, and was half-way finished before she realized that she had a very satisfied warm glow deep in her tummy. She stopped what she was doing and smiled softly.
"I have to admit I did enjoy it, and he did have a very nice cock," she purred contentedly.
Then she shook that thought right out of her head.
The next morning the sexual interlude just continued, and she was now completely entranced and his slave Rajeev's slave.
Meena loved sucking cock. Like all of Rajeev's other women including his own rela-tive Rupa, she was an exceptionally skilled lover and she enjoyed sex immensely. But most of all, she loved the taste and smell of a thick, long cock in her mouth, the sharp tang of fresh, hot jizz.
There was something about her face and manner and body that instantly made men want to fuck her mouth. She was good-looking in a slightly fleshy sort of way. Yet some-how, beneath her middle-class exterior, she managed to exude an enormous sex-appeal. Her skin was utterly clear and smooth, totally devoid of even the minute hair that marks the skin of so many women. Her lips were full, slightly pouting the eyes small and dark, set wide and deep. The nose was full and two lines curved down her face from the middle of her nose, giving a slightly down-turned look to her mouth.
She had long hair, down to her fleshy buttocks. Her jaw was well-defined, the face oval with a delectable cleft in her chin. Her breasts were full and heavy and big, thrusting proudly out of the blouses beneath the *pallu*'s of the *sari*'s she al-ways wore.
The blouses were invariably cut in deep V-necks, the *sari* slung low, well below the fair, creamy spread of her slightly protuberant belly. She preferred translu-cent *sari*'s that afforded a good glimpse of her dark and deep and inviting cleavage. Her buttocks were luscious, spreading erotically, yet not too big and, thanks to the incessant lethal exercise, finely tone and taut.
She was in Rajeev's room now. He smiled gently and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She smelled sweet and slightly musky, erotic. His hands slid up from her waist, over her luscious breasts, cupping them gently. She shiv-ered in pleasure as his fingers trickled into the deep V neck of the blouse, ca-ressing the slopes of her breasts. He slid the *sari* off her shoulder, caressing her belly.
"I want to suck your cock," she said softly. "I want your cum in my mouth."
He nodded. It had no taken much time to seduce and make the owner's wife a real slut for Rajeev, he had that Adonis feel in him and she was his latest conquest. Meena smiled gently, and began to strip him. He leaned back against the bed and closed his eyes, letting her draw the tensions of the day out of him in her inimi-table fashion.
Even limp, his cock was massive without her knowledge he had been in a ménage trios along with his friend fucking Rupa all night but it was as thick and long as most other men erect. She loved him, his enormous cock, his magnificent body, his gener-ous lovemaking. She had innumerable lovers, but none of them could make her feel as Rajeev did.
She unwound her *sari* and dropped her petticoat, standing before him only in her blouse. She flicked open all the buttons except the last, her breasts straining at the blouse, stretching it wide open, her breasts almost fully revealed to his hun-gry gaze.
She bent her head and, with her fingers encircling the hilt of his cock, without rolling back his foreskin, gently sucked on just the very tip of his penis, taking only the forefront of his cock-head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled erotically about his foreskin, flicking it this way and that and she tried to roll it back with her tongue. The sensation was extraordinary, and he gasped, crying out aloud. Her mouth was warm and moist, gentle yet insistent. His cock began to swell and thicken, growing hot and hard in her mouth. She sucked the tip of his penis relent-lessly, till he was erect and hard. She stopped and looked up at him, smiling in pleasure. He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering with lust.
In an intensely erotic motion, she dragged her tongue down the upper side of his cock-shaft and through the dark fuzz of his pubic hair, rising slightly on her knees. His belly rippled with excitement and she swirled her tongue through his na-vel. Her breasts pressed against his thighs. She took his throbbing tool in her hand and guided it into the deep channel of her cleavage, between her breasts and under her blouse.
The sensation was exquisite. Her warm, fleshy, slightly sweaty breasts enveloped his tool in a taut sheath, her breasts squeezed by the tightness of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders and began to move her torso slowly, jerking his cock between her breasts, swaying slowly from side to side and up and down so that his cock-shaft pressed hard against her breasts, rasping against her nipples and the blouse material. She raked her fingernails gently up and down his thighs and over his balls. He looked down at her mesmerized.
Her lips were parted, her nostrils flared and she was breathing heavily with ex-citement. She lifted the cock out of her breast-sheath and lasciviously caressed her cheeks and lips with it. She leaned away from him, releasing his cock slowly, almost reluctantly.
"Turn around," she commanded softly.
He obeyed, turning his back to her and leaning forward on his bed, his buttocks thrust back at her face. Kneeling behind him, Meena began to lick and kiss the back of his thighs and buttocks, teething them gently. She pressed her teeth against his buttocks and he squirmed in delight. She reached around for his tool, gently roll-ing it between open palms like a long sausage, jerking it back and forth slowly. At the same time, her tongue snaked into the crack between his buttocks, questing for his anus.
He shuffled his legs further apart and eased his torso down onto the bed. Reaching behind him, he clawed his buttocks open. Her tongue swirled around the puckered flesh of his anus and she moaned softly in pleasure. It tasted musky and erotic. His sphincter spasm as her tongue tip pressed insistently at it, then yielded and he gasped as she pressed her tongue into his asshole. He groaned softly, his hips trembling, his cock throbbing. His loins blazed with lust heat.
He felt her fingertip at his anus and he tensed. She pressed it firmly forward and he moaned and let her slide it into his ass. She held her fingertip inside his anus and drew her tongue downward. Her soft face and lips slid between his buttocks and thighs, her fingertip still locked in his asshole.
Gently, she lapped at his balls, examining their contours with her tongue, taking their loaded weight between her lips. Her lips parted and he groaned in pure joy as she began to suckle on the orbs gently, one by one, then both together. Fire roiled up in his belly and his balls ached for release.
She continued to torment him. She bent her head, drawing her long, tasseled plait before her, and slid it up between his legs, winding her hair and the black and silver-shot tassels around his tool. Now she began to move her finger in his butt, twisting it round and round and in and out. She frigged his cock slowly, simultaneously sucking his balls. He felt as though he was being devoured.
"God yes," he gasped. "Yeh ... that's so good ... yes ..."
Her head moved lower and he gasped again as her warm, moist lips found his cock-tip again, sucking gently on it, her tongue playing with his cock-head once more. Her head was between his thighs, arched way back like a suckling calf. He could see the valley of her breasts, shining with his pre-cum gunk.
Slowly, she pulled her finger out of his ass and he gasped at the release of ten-sion. He moved to turn around, but she forced him to remain as he was. She turned around and shuffled backwards between his thighs, her head tilted back. She lifted her long black and gold *mangalsutra* and pressed it with a fingertip to ass once more. He groaned in pleasure and yielded. Gently, she slid her necklace into his asshole. He cried out, his face contorting as he felt the small, hard beads squeeze into his rear channel. She took his shaft in her fist and gently rolled back his foreskin. Her mouth was still maddeningly distant from his cock, driving him wild as her hot breath and fiery tongue flickered serpentine cross his throbbing cock-head.
"C'mon whore! Suck it! Suck my cock!" he cried hoarsely.
She kissed his cock-head, and held her lips there. He waited, trembling and tense. Her lips parted, and her tongue met his cock-head. Her lips slid down, her tongue winding round and round his cock-head. Lower and lower went her lips, her tongue trying to pry open the slit in his cock-head, making him gasp and groan.
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