through the elastic
waistband of her panties. I groaned; she gasped. I felt the bush there
between her legs and without any further finesse I cupped her naked
pussy. She pulled her face away from mine, simultaneously,pushing her
hips forward in a subtle gesture to encourage me to further increase the
level of play with her pussy. "Ohhhh..." She finally broke the eerie
silence with this. When I slid my fingers across and over the lips of
her pussy, her body went rigid. "Ahhhhh...ugghhh..." she moaned
expressively. With my left hand now squeezing, not just kneading, her
ample chest, I stepped closer as she strained forward, so that I could
rub my erection against her buttocks. "Oh, pl-pl-please, please..." she
uttered and I did not understand what it was she was pleading with me
for till her hand began to guide mine up and down over her pussy. I
realized that she wanted me to start rubbing her pussy in this direction
and at the pressure with which she was pressing my hand. I obliged,
settling immediately into a rhythm that obviously was just what she
needed, because she began moving her body up and down over my finger.
With the fingers of my left hand I began rubbing one erect nipple that
had her quivering uncontrollably.She was trying to push my other hand,
which she was holding with one of her own, up over her pussy. I realized
she wanted a quick release, or that she was on the brim of orgasm and
she wanted me to play with her clitoris. I was amazed when my finger
encountered her clit. It was swollen, erect, almost like a little penis
and when I massaged it, she let out a sound that was a cross between a
scream and a moan. She raised her left leg and spreading it away from
her body, laid it atop the bed that was about a foot away from where we
were standing. Her hand left mine and drifted to the sari, which I had
been holding in my hand, bunched up as it was around her waist.
Presumably, she had gauged by
now that I understood exactly how much pressure and in which direction she wanted herself to be touched there and
wanted to use her hand for better purposes. That resulted in her
pushing my hand off the sari and she herself took hold of the material
and lifted it well above her waist. I glanced at the mirror in front of
us and suddenly realized her intentions of doing this. She had opened
her eyes and we could now both see the reflection of my hand playing
with her pussy lips and her swollen clitoris. Since she had spread her
leg apart, her pussy lips had stretched wide open as well. She had a
well-maintained(neatly trimmed) bush: a bunch
of curly dark hair in
the shape of a triangle. I don't know when and how her panties had slid
down to her hips, almost down to her knees. Maybe they had slipped down
when she had wiggled and squirmed during my initial foray inside them,
but I swear I never knew when the garment had been pushed down. She had
leaned her head towards her left so that she could watch our reflections
in the mirror. I noticed how swan-like her neck was and I dipped my
head down to kiss the naked flesh between her shoulder and the neck. I
increased the pressure and the pace of my fingers across her pussy lips
and her clit and it
took no more than a minute for her to sway and
thrust her hips forward, uttering incomprehensible words as she climaxed
yet again. Her legs almost collapsed under her, and had it not been for
my other hand holding her up by her breasts, she would surely have
fallen down. Breathing hard and raggedly, she gasped, "Oh, oh my god, oh
god, p-please, please, its too much, too much, stop now, please, stop,
stop..." I decided, rather sadistically I think, not to let her go as
yet. Ignoring my own need to release my pent up emotions by way of
ejaculating (which appeared imminent anyway), I pushed on. "Once more,
okay, once more, I know you need it, okay, you want it, go on, go on,
take it one more time, go on!" She relented, her eyes fixed on the
mirror as I redoubled my efforts, this time, changing the angle of my
finger so that it rubbed inside the pussy lips, and as it advanced
downwards, the tip began to slowly enter the opening. Her pussy was hot,
wet and seemed to be so tight that I had difficulty in increasing the
depth of penetration of my finger during the subsequent thrusts. Now,
almost half of my index finger kept sliding inside her pussy during its
movement down the slit, so that, I was all at once, massaging her pussy,
rubbing her pussy lips and also sliding the tip of my finger inside
her. "Oh god, oh, oh, oh my god," she chanted, beginning to move her
hips to and fro in the unmistakable imitation of pure and raw
intercourse, grinding her pussy against my thrusting finger. "There," I
murmured softly into her ear, which I was also nibbling. "There, there.
Doesn't that feel good? Don't you want that? Aren't you really loving
it?" I am basically not much for talking during sex. But this woman, the
dream of my dreams had set me on fire and what I was going through now,
was sheer lust. Suddenly I knew that I wanted to do and experience all
that I had only dreamt of doing before and Maybe read about and seen in
the adult magazines and films. "Oh my god, yes, yes," she cried out.
"Please, p-please use both your hands! Push that finger all the way in,
oh god, please!" Fixated though I was on her large breasts, I decided to
give her what she wanted at this moment. I slid my other hand down her
waist and immediately found her clit with it, massaging it in the same
rhythm with which I had been massaging it with my other finger. At the
same time, I thrust my index finger of the other hand savagely inside
her opening and she gasped. "Oh my god, yes, yessss! Fuck it harder
inside me!" There it was. Finally. Now, the ice had not merely been
broken, all barriers were smashed. She had used the F-word, just as I
was wondering whether I should start it. This was lust, pure wanton
lust. There were no other feelings. No romance, no love, no poetry, just
raw lust. I rotated my finger over her clit
and pushed in and
pulled out my finger rhythmically. Our eyes were fixed on the reflection
in the mirror – the sight of my finger sliding in and out of her pussy
and another finger rubbing her inflamed clit seemed to us as almost
hypnotic. "You like this?" I whispered in her ear. "You like my finger
fucking your pussy and playing with your clit, don't you?" She nodded
her head furiously, her bright eyes and mouth open, the former burning
like fire and the latter breathing out hot air. Her enormous chest
heaved, the dark brown nipples taut and erect. I decided to do something
about
her chest. I leaned down and thrust my face against her
breasts. She arched them to me. I did not go for the soft melons, or the
inviting nipples. Instead, I managed to get my head between the
cantaloupes: don't ask me how. Here I am, standing behind and slightly
away from her, my hands working furiously at her crotch, her arms
stretched up and behind, wrapped around my neck. Of course, she turned
her body (waist up only) slightly and sighed when I began to lick that
amazing, soft flesh between her breasts. Oh god, were they big! I had a
feeling that half my head was buried between them. "Oh, please, suck on
them, please," she implored. At last! I fastened my mouth over her
nearest breast, taking in as much of the flesh inside my mouth as
possible, sucking hard till my cheeks hollowed completely. Even as I
sucked her lovely breast, I allowed my tongue to sweep over the hard nub
of her nipple, and that made her moan louder and louder. I felt her
hand coming down to rest on top of my head and urging me to switch over
to the other breast. Who the hell was I to refuse? I had been dreaming
of these beauties for so long now. I immediately stuffed her other
breast into my mouth, repeating my actions again. I began licking her
nipples now, first one and then the other, alternating between the two,
wishing that there were some way I could lick both at once. In the
position I was in, this was impossible. I was aware that my saliva was
steadily dripping down her breasts. I went back to sucking them again.
She was pressing her breasts against my mouth and her pussy harder
against my fingers. "Oh yes, oh yes, suck it harder, oh god, oh god,
harder please! Fuck your finger faster, faster, oh god, deeper, ah yes,
yes, oh my god, I'm going to cum, yes, going to cum!" And as her body
began to shudder, she pulled my face away from her tantalizing breasts.
She raised her face, turning sideways and opened her mouth. "Kiss me
when I'm cumming, now, now!" Without interrupting the movement of my
fingers, I leaned down and put my mouth on top of hers, shoving my
tongue deep in the warmth of her oral cavity that seemed to me like a
furnace. Simultaneously,I pushed my hips forward and rubbed my penis
against her tight buttocks, eager to seek my own release. She moaned and
cried out yet again as she climaxed, letting go of her sari and
wrapping her arms back over my neck, pulling my face deeper into hers,
fighting my tongue with hers, sucking voraciously on it. Very slowly I
decreased the pressure and the pace of my fingers, feeling the hot
wetness seep over them, till finally, I cupped her entire pussy as
though to prevent her fluids dribbling down her thighs. Her body
thrashed and squirmed for a long time and then she tore her lips away
from mine, gasping aloud. "Oh god, oh my god, it was so good, it was so
good!" she moaned, planting wet kisses on
my cheeks and on the top
of my nose. "I'm so glad for you, Radha, I'm so glad you liked my finger
fucking you, making you feel so good," I replied. She pressed her
buttocks back to grind them against my hard on. She looked into my eyes
in the mirror. We did not need any words now. I was aware that she was
feeling the contours of my penis against her firm buttocks and it felt
natural when she slid one hand down the side of my body. She pushed it
between our bodies, looking in the mirror for guidance and shuffled
sideways slightly to expose the front of my bulging trousers. Her sari
had fallen down over her waist again. I let out a grunt when she cupped
my bulge and her eyes flew back to
bore into mine. I brought one
finger (the one that had been sliding in and out of her opening) up and
even as she stared at me, squeezing my hard on over my trousers, I slid
the finger in my mouth. She gasped when I sucked on my finger and then
opened her mouth when I offered it to her. She licked my finger first
before devouring it in her hot mouth, her head bobbing to and fro. With
my other hand, I cupped her cheek and moved my finger in and out of her
mouth: out when she bobbed her head back and in when she leaned forward
to suck it back in. She fumbled for the belt around my waist, and though
I wanted to help her undo it, I preferred to let her do it. For some
strange reason, I thought that the extra time she'd take to get my
trousers and my underwear off would help me in prolonging my
ejaculation. Just a few moments ago, I had thought that one more rub
against her buttocks, and I would be shooting my cum right in my
underwear. But that wasn't to be. She didn't stop sucking on my finger
and she adjusted her body so that I could also begin to fondle her
breasts with my other hand, pinching and rubbing them, rolling the hard
nipples between thumb and forefinger. The belt was off, the buttons were
undone and she pulled the zipper down. My pants slithered down my legs
to fall on the floor and when she pushed my underwear as well, her eyes
widened. It's a cliché, when one describes his penis emerging out of his
clothes as 'like a lion freed from the cage'. But the metaphor did
apply in this case. I myself was surprised at the erection I was
spouting. Now, my penis isn't all that long and big. I've read smut
stories describing penises as being a foot long and as wide as a bottle
of coke. This has always amused me and I'd always pity the woman who'd
have to accommodate such a monster inside her. I was always sure that if
there were to be such penises (and I admit I've seen some pretty large
ones in the porno films I have stacked in my private library), no real,
normal woman would like to have it stuffed inside her and then get
banged with it for as long as Peter North usually takes to come in the
stag films. Besides, I had read a real good story in an adult book where
the woman describes how a guy with an almost miniature penis had given
her enjoyment more than all the other big dick guys ever had. Not that
mine was miniature. Far from that, at this moment as Radha gasped at its
sight, it looked longer that its usual six-odd inches and thicker than
the four and half inch circumference (I have measured and calculated it
during one time that I was watching a porn flick). I don't think you can
accurately measure the diameter of a penis; it makes more sense to know
the circumference. Just take a piece of string and wrap it around your
erection. Measure the length of the string. That's the circumference.
(For academic interest, you could get the approximate diameter by
dividing this circumference by 3.14!) "My god!" she gasped again, her
eyes wide with shock and her voice sounding like a croak. "My god, May,
you have a awesome one!" "Its because of you, I swear," I managed to say
lightly. I shuddered and my body jack-knifed when she wrapped her fist
around it wonderingly. My penis stiffened further and I still don't know
(honestly) why it didn't empty its contents. I suppose it's all in the
mind. You lust for a woman this long, dreaming about her practically
everyday, particularly when you are forced to masturbate in the event
that the wife's not around to help and suddenly, you are facing reality.
And you don't want it to end all too soon. Because you are thinking of
the thousand ways you want to please her and the thousand ways you her
to please you. And maybe you won't fulfill your wish of thousand, but
you certainly want at least a few of them done through during the first
time. She slid her smooth though wet hand slowly up and down my shaft.
After a few strokes, she gently slid her hand down to take hold of my
testicles. (They weren't, for God's sake, as big as tennis balls!). She
juggled them, her head involuntarily shaking from side to side.
"My god,
Radha," I gasped. "Do that any more and I'm going to cum any moment!"
"Go on then, May, go on and shoot! I want to see it coming out of your
cock!" God, she was surprising me! I had been apprehensive about
uttering those F-words, but here she was, freely using them. Talk about
surprises! I reckon that the use of these words were getting to me and
was sure that if she continued talking this way, I was going to lose it
one way or the other. "I want to make it last, Radha!" I groaned,
watching her hand glide back and forth over my penis. "Some other time,
May, some other time. Not now. You are hot; I know it and I want to see
that cum shooting out. Please!" This time, more than the tone of her
sexy voice with that undercurrent of urgency in it,
it
was the fact
that she had decided there would be other times that brought me to the
edge. I had thought that this would be perhaps a one-time thing and I
had reserved my other return of the 'thank you' for the purpose of
getting it on with her again. Preemptive strike! "Okay, Radha, here it
is! Just be a bit faster, oh yes, like that, oh yes! Your hand feels so
good on my dick, oh god, and the sight of your tits and your pussy, oh
god, its too much, yes, yes, harder baby, faster, faster! I want to come
all over your pussy, baby, all over your pussy! Yes, yes..." Her fist
was a blur now as she concentrated on the speed, the pressure and the
rhythm. She had all three going exactly the way I would want it. Her
breasts swung with her effort and her fingers clasped my scrotum. She
had to bend slightly so that she could get it right. "Yes, May, yes, oh
yes, come now, now, all over my pussy, all over my cunt!" That did it! I
let out a groan, thrust my hips forward, let my hands clasp her breasts
to squeeze them hard and let out my juices in powerful, gut- wrenching
bursts. I felt the salvos hitting her first just above the patch over
her pubis,
before she was directing it towards her pussy. She pushed
her legs forward and pulled my shuddering penis towards her, letting
the rest of my semen splat against her pussy. All this time, she kept
gently kneading my scrotum as I did her breasts and soon I was panting
for breath, fiery and bright lights exploding in front of my eyes. My
god! It had been a hell of a long time since I have had such a powerful
orgasm. It was like my guts were spilling out. She kept jerking on my
shaft in graceful sweeping movements of her fist, till she was sure that
she had drained me out completely. She straightened, a smile on her
lips and I bent down to see the semen dribbling down over her hips till
it was wetting her panties that were still hooked around her knees. I
shuddered when she used a finger to gently cares my wet glans, and still
smiling, she brought her hand up to take the finger in her mouth. She
sucked it in her mouth and that look came back in her eyes. We were
silent then, just soaking in the aftermath of our
orgasms.
She spoke
after what seemed to be a long time. "Don't you think we should dress
up and leave now? We wouldn't want anyone to think about our absence as
any other reason." Dumbly I nodded. "I want to get into it again,
Radha," I said hoarsely, looking squarely into her eyes. She picked up
the bra and the blouse, letting the sari fall back over her legs. She
walked slowly to the bathroom.
"Why not? Lets watch for a ideal time
and place, okay?" Now, it was she who was in command. Not that I ever
was in complete command, but at least, I did have her thinking and
blushing at the suggestions I had been making. Things had reversed.
"Dress yourselves up. I am going to say that I had to change because a
bottle of coke spilled onto my clothes at the party. Keep with the
story, okay. Besides," she smiled, "I have a bottle of coke in the
fridge, and please get it here for me, will you? We might as well make
it look real!" We had driven over to the apartment so that she could
change her bra. It ended up in changing all her clothes as well.