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Humping sexy Marwari lady - I

Hi friends, you must have got my introduction from my earlier stories published in this site. However, for your ready reference, I am Jairaj from Kerala, now working in Calcutta. I am 43 years old, but energetic, enthusiastic and very young at heart.

As good luck had always smiled on me because of my charismatic nature, I had a stream of relationships with girls and ladies in my life which I would like to share with you. I am glad the females with whom

I had relationship had suggested me to their other friends, not as a womanizer, but as the best satisfier. Well, this is a single but perhaps the longest sex story ever published in HumanDigest site running to several pages, beginning and ending in one episode,

describing the envious and best sexual encounter I ever had in my life so far. I have endeavoured to craft and write without missing any sequence in exquisite erotic language trying to build up sexual urge, orgy and lust in the minds of the readers, whether you are a male or female.

I assure to give you a delightful, breathless and ecstatic reading of this masterpiece from beginning to end taking you from the bottom through higher erotic echelons and culminating to the pinnacle of sexual climax.

It would be better if you take a printout of this full single story and read it at your leisure at one go so that you will not lose the momentum and heat if the publishers opted to publish it parts. I would be much pleased if you call it the King of all sex stories.

In this story, I am going to describe about my unusual encounter and experience with a young, sexy and childless Marwari housewife who claimed to have never experienced real sexual pleasures and wanted to become pregnant and have a baby out of me.

A few years ago, I was staying in a flat rented out by my company in a multistory building. The flat opposite to mine on the same floor was lying vacant for about a month. On a Sunday afternoon,

I found a truck arrive and household items and furniture being shifted to this vacant flat. I found a man and his wife move in. I came out and greeted them. The man had a little overweight, about 40 years old. The wife seemed to be around 33 years old.

She was tall, fair with big boobs and heavy buttocks. A tiny but distinctly visible black-mole on the centre of her left cheek attracted my attention. I felt this beauty spot made her face look more ravishing. I went inside their flat and tried to help them as a good neighbour.

Initially, the man gave little response for obvious reason I could guess. I felt he was watching me more often than not. I purposely avoided looking at his wife. It did not take much time for him to get convinced I was not a trouble-monger but a thorough gentleman with decent manners.

Both of us established good friendship and decent neighbourly relationship sooner than I expected. He was a businessman dealt in readymade garments. Frequently, he needed to travel all over India for procuring orders, supplying garments and collecting payments.

His trips anytime lasted about a week. He needed to leave his wife alone behind during such journeys. He had lost his parents. Though his wife had parents, but in the Marwari custom, the parents or relatives of the female would not stay with their daughter and son-in-law.

They had earlier lived in an area which was a little unsafe for a lady to live alone sometimes. So, they purchased this flat, on ownership basis, which was in the safest area in the city. Now, they have nothing to fear or worry about their safety and security.

He was to go on his business tour again after three weeks. In fact, he was to go earlier but had decided to postpone the trip helping them settle down in the new place nicely. I worked hard for the man to instill and reinforce full faith, trust and confidence in me.

Honestly, I was sure I succeeded in my attempt. I went to my office in the morning and came back around 7.30 PM only. However, I never bothered to pest them with uninvited intrusions to their house. Whenever we met, I greeted them politely and enquired about their welfare.

I reminded them not to hesitate to let me know if I could be of any help or assistance to them any time. In fact, the man often came to my house in the evenings and chatted with me for long hours. I may be right or wrong,

but I had an idea he was finding me as a very good neighbour and friend fit to keep faith on so much so that I would be a good caretaker and helper to his wife in case of need during his tours. Later, I came to know he had made enquiries about me from the elderly

Bengali families who lived in both the flats on the floor below ours and they gave a clean chit about my character. In a nutshell, he was fully convinced I was a thorough gentleman and not a scoundrel or opportunist at all.

This followed his invitations to me to his house often to join for tea or dinner. During these occasions, I carefully avoided looking at his wife and talking to her much. In fact, I had not yet got a clear view of her body nor did I try to get a close look.

Whenever I met her in her house in presence of her husband, she remained with her upper body and head always covered with the pallu of her saree. However, I knew I have not studied psychology and behavioural science for nothing.

One penetrating gaze with microscopic precision at her face and into her eyes made me convinced there was something beyond what meets the eye. I knew there was a volcano within her fuming about to erupt anytime.

I wanted to find out the reason why the volcano formed and what did it contain. My attempt began after his going on tour, about 20 days later, for about four days. He had requested me to take care of his wife, which I gladly agreed to, accepting it as my moral duty and responsibility.

I left no chance to have any slightest doubt in his mind about my faithfulness. He left in the morning as I left to my office too. Back in the evening, while I was unlocking my front door, she opened her door and invited me to have tea.

As I hesitated, she persuaded me. So, I went in with her. She closed the front door. Leaving me sitting on the sofa in the drawing room, she went to the kitchen to make tea. Later, she brought a tray with sweets, biscuits, some fruits and tea.

Sitting on a sofa opposite and facing me, we talked. She was cautious not to reveal much nor I did I prod with any inquisitive questions. As was my habit and principle, I wanted her to make the first move.

As I stood up thanking her profusely for the tea and kind hospitality, she enquired about my dinner. I told her since my wife was in the native place, usually I used to cook my food myself or sometimes took food from hotels.

Immediately, she invited me to have dinner with her at her place. As I was about to decline thankfully, she again persisted. As if trying to help her find reason with, I said: “See, do you think your hubby would appreciate if he came to know about it?

Why should you put yourself into unwanted trouble?” She replied gleefully: “Why not? You know, he keeps high regards for you. And, he talks very high of you. In fact, he had asked me to invite you occasionally for dinner or lunch suiting to your convenience”.

That dispelled my doubt. So, I said okay and thanked her for the invitation. I went to my flat and had a bath and change of dress. I spent some time reading newspapers and watching TV without interest.

I became aware my mind repeatedly telling me that good luck is going to stay with me and I would have an enjoyable time with this lady sooner than I thought. Exactly at 9 PM, there was a gentle knock on my door.

Finding her at the door, I went with her locking my door. I noticed she bolted her front door after my moving in. While talking sitting on the same sofas, suddenly I noticed a change in her. In fact, it was only at this time I observed her closely for the first time.

She wore a light blue transparent polyester saree which revealed her low-neck blouse inside. I could clearly see her fleshy and sensual neck and the upper portion of the bulge of her fair big boobs with a deep cleavage.

A bell began to ring inside my head instantly as I never saw her in such attire before. I withdrew my eyes from that portion on her body as quickly as it was shot at and started looking at her face only. I guessed I was lucky as she probably missed to notice my stare.

Then I became aware of another strange aspect. She had no longer kept the pallu of her saree covering her body and head which she always did in presence of her husband. While we talked, I also noticed she bent forward more often for one pretext

or the other sending the pallu off her shoulder. Though she quickly replaced the pallu, it had given me ample time to have a clear look at her big boobs struggling to pop out from the clutches of her blouse.

‘Was it not bait she dangled under my nose? Jai, wait and watch’ I told to myself. As we continued with our talk, she took a small glass paperweight and began to play with it. I can swear she deliberately made it fall on the carpet once.

This time, she bent forward in the shape of an inverted U, a lot more than required, to pick up the paperweight. Obviously, her pallu slipped and fell off her shoulder. Nearly three-fourth of her fair big melons popped out menacingly giving me a clear view

of the upper portion of her light brown aureoles. I knew my heart skipped at least a couple of beats. It was embarrassing to me as I wondered if her boobs would come out nude fully. But this time my eyes got transfixed on another spot which gave a splendid view.

I could clearly see another tiny black-mole about half inch above the aureole of her left boob. Oh..that was a real captivating sight. She was very clever indeed because while still in her bending position, she raised her head and looked up at my face.

She could see my eyes were fixed on her boobs. Like the recoil of a gun, I withdrew my eyes immediately. She regained her sitting position. I was now feeling ashamed to see her smiling at me meaningfully.

As if to change the focus and attention to camouflage my stupidity, I said: “I was wondering if I could pay you a compliment. To be nearer the truth, I could not garner enough courage”. That surprised her.

“Why not, you don’t need to feel any shy or shame to tell me anything”, she replied. I guessed she encouraged me enough to muster courage to tell even if what I wanted to say was going to be too much intimate.

I said: “You are very beautiful, ravishing and radiant. For ethical reasons, I would stop qualifying you as ‘desiring’ or by another adjective which would be most appropriate”. I was hinting to call her ‘very sexy’. However, by the way she smiled at me; I thought she guessed what I meant.

Pointing towards the black-mole on her left check, I went on: “In fact, that mole on your cheek is enhancing your beauty multifold serving as a beauty spot”. She laughed loudly and said: “Thank you very much, Jai. My friends had also told me so before”.

She paused but quickly went on to add: “I have three more such moles on my body”. Giving me another meaningful grin, she continued: “I think you have already seen my second mole”. I felt as if I touched a live electric wire.

Honestly, I could not imagine she would be frank enough to open up so quickly in an intimate way before we could turn informal and come to know each other better. I felt shy equally because she had seen my watching her mole on her left boob.

Then suddenly I had another thought coming in my mind. I said to myself that if she was bold and unashamed, why should I remain shy and timid now? So, I asked: “Where is your third mole?”

She considered this for a few seconds. Then smilingly she adjusted the pallu of her saree so that her fair belly came exposed. Oh.. she had a beautifully shaped belly which was almost glazing.

She pushed down the folds of her saree as much was needed to bring her beautifully shaped navel visible. The sight of her bare belly with her navel gave titillations to my mind. Then she pointed her finger to a tiny black mole just above her navel to the left.

I caught my breath sharply. Words spurted out from my mouth uncontrollably: “My goodness, it looks like a bright star just above the full moon” I exclaimed in visible excitement. She giggled and replied: “Thank you very much for the compliment and nice comparison”.

With this, she adjusted and replaced her pallu back covering her stomach. It appeared to me suddenly that all the three moles I had seen were in a same line coming down on the left side of her body. So, out of my inquisitiveness I decided to be naughty.

However, in a casual and innocent sound, I enquired “Where is the fourth mole?” She bit her thick lower lip with her teeth looking at me coyly: “Hey Jai, you are becoming increasingly naughtier now. I can not show you my fourth mole.

It could be seen only by my husband” She said with a meaningful grin dancing on her lips. Though I had asked that question intentionally, yet I said: “I am very sorry and I sincerely apologize for my stupidity”.

As if she thought she antagonized me, with a wave of her hand she dismissed her own reply and said: “Think nothing of it, Jai, and take it easy. And, it is my turn to say sorry if I offended you” I said: “That makes two of us”. We both laughed.

During our further talk, she told me all about them. She was the only daughter to her parents belonged to a conservative Marwari family. Born and brought up in Jhunjhunu district in Rajasthan, she was a graduate in arts.

She did not have any boyfriends before. After marriage 9 years ago, she moved to Kolkata. She said her husband was a nice man though he lacked in several aspects. I nearly opened my mouth to enquire to which aspects he lacked, but stopped short.

To my query, for the first time, she told her name was Rekha. I had several other questions emerging from my mind to ask her. But I decided to ask them during our dinner. Excusing herself to lay the dining table, she went inside.

I accompanied her to the kitchen and helped her to bring the dishes and plates to the table. Once, I felt she brushed her body close to mine. I felt a mound of flesh slightly pressed to my right arm for a split of a second.

Yeah, it was her left boob. ‘Was it not a deliberate move? Jai, wait and watch’ my mind said. While we dined, I decided to ask the million dollar question I was eager to ask so long. “Well, Rekhaji, if you do not mind it as a probing, can I ask you a personal question?”

She looked at me enquiringly, smiled and asked to go ahead. She requested me to cut short of any formality and call her “Rekha” only and not “Rekhaji”. So I asked: “Well, Rekha, you told you were married nine years ago. Don’t you have babies?

Or if it something either of you have any problem, then I am very sorry”. Honestly speaking, she did not flinch at all. Rather, her face showed she was expecting this question any time soon. And she seemed to be well prepared for it.

She said: “You are right, Jai. We don’t have babies. And I am dying for one”. Brushing aside her sudden emotions, she went on: “We got ourselves examined by reputed doctors. My husband claimed the medical tests showed the problem was with me.

But I can’t believe it. Even his relatives blamed me for being infertile. But I believe it was because of his problem. I am sure; he is passing the buck on me to cover up his own deficiency”.

There was sudden silence between us. She looked up at me and asked: “What do you think, Jai”? I considered this for a minute and said: “Look, Rekha, I can’t opine or conclude anything right now for sure.

And decency and ethics do not permit me to ask you further questions which might be a little too intimate and embarrassing for you to answer” I said. “Oh...why do you feel any formality or shame again? We are married and, after all, we are friends and good neighbours.

There is absolutely nothing for us to feel shy about. You can very well ask me anything and everything unhesitatingly”. I was really surprised when she encouraged me. True, looking straight to my eyes,

she was not feeling any inhibition at all and she appeared bolder than I thought. “Well Rekha, it is true most infertile men do not admit or accept their deficiency because of inferiority complex. Rather, they blame it on the wives for not able to bear their children due to chauvinism.

But how could you conclude or say emphatically your husband was lacking”? I asked. She was ready for that too with her prompt reply: “Jai, don’t call me unashamed when I say I have not experienced what is real sexual pleasures in married life till now.

My hubby is a loving man alright, but he is utterly selfish in bed. He cares for his needs and satisfaction only. Though we had sex rarely, say once in 15 days, but it is limited to his lifting my nightie,

thrusting his organ into me and finish up everything in 2-3 minutes and he went to sleep. He never bothered to look at me lying high and dry”. I was really surprised, if not shocked, with her bold expressions.

I could never imagine she would come out so open unashamedly and unabashedly so soon. Perhaps my probes had made a rupture on the tip of her fuming volcano and the lava started to flow out.

As I remained astonished, she went on: “At this age and stage of life, a lady requires satisfactory sex almost every day. I had never experienced orgasm while lovemaking. You know, often I had to go to bathroom to masturbate with the back of a fountain pen.

Sometimes, I had to remain under the running shower to cool off my body of my sexual hunger and heat”. After a pause, she went on: “I tried all possible ways to correct him, but he failed to correct himself. You know, I went to the extent of humiliating him.

Once, he lay on his back ignoring me after fucking and his reaching climax within two minutes. He refused to satisfy me in spite of my repeated requests. So, I brought the fountain-pen and began to masturbate and fuck myself with it while he watched me doing it.

He was such a shameless stupid man; my action did not evoke any response in him. Releasing a deep sigh from her sudden emotional turmoil, she asked me: “Do you believe I can become pregnant and deliver a baby by masturbating with a fountain-pen”?

Though it made me perplexed but I was answerless. It seemed a pall of gloom hung over us. For some unknown reason, it occurred to me she was trying to establish that the deficiency was with her husband and not with her.

Then I asked her: “Haven’t you both watched some blue-films together?” She said with a sullen voice: “Yeah, we had but only once sometime in the early months after our marriage. But that did not help.

Watching the film, I had asked him why can’t he emulate the man and we do the lovemaking the same way the couple did in the film. He had replied it was absurd and grotesque and no man and lady do that in life”.

Later, I asked her several questions to know her husband’s sex patterns. I could learn he was not sexually active at all. He never indulged in foreplay or sucking her. He had strong repugnance to mouth her pussy and had said it was dirty.

He straight away went to penetrate her tight dry pussy and within a few thrusts, he ejaculated soon. She claimed most of his fluid remained outside her vulva. I wondered if he was suffering from premature ejaculation. I also felt sympathy for her sorry state of affairs and plight.

We went to the dining table for dinner. As we were taking the food, the telephone in the drawing room began to ring. She excused herself to attend it. After five minutes she came back. She told it was her husband from Surat enquiring about her welfare.

May be I was wrong, but I noticed a veil of dismay on her face when she added he had almost finished his work over there and would be reaching back the next day afternoon. She also said he enquired about me too.

She mentioned he was happy when she told him that I had dinner with her and, in fact, I had left about fifteen minutes ago. She winked at me and said: “Why should I bother him unnecessarily to tell you are still with me taking dinner?” I smiled but did not say anything.

After finishing up a sumptuous dinner we came back to the drawing room to resume the same talk. I thought she looked more bold now as she allowed the pallu of the saree fall off her shoulder and remain like that for longer time now.

“Jai, do you know I understand you Keralites are very intelligent. They are highly educated and very scholars. Rather, I must say they are geniuses. And I also understand the Malayali ladies are very sexy in bed”.

I was wondering why she said so. As if answering to my untold question, she asked me: “Jai, can I ask you a very serious question? Will you answer me in ‘Yes’ or ‘No’? But you need to answer just now”.

I was really bewildered. What she was hinting at? I had no clue. So far, she had answered to all my questions, honestly and frankly. Now, I am in a fix. My self-respect did not allow me to accept defeat. So I said: “Okay, please go ahead and ask”.

She looked pleased. Then she said: “Jai, I am telling without beating about the bush. So, please excuse me. I had developed a strong liking and desire for you right from the very minute I had met you.

Tell me, will you give me all sexual pleasures, at least for once, which I had never experienced in my life so far? Will you make me pregnant and get me a genius baby like you”? Suddenly, I looked as if an atom bomb exploded on my head.

If she had hit me across my face, the effect would not have been more startling and devastating. I began to perspire heavily in spite of the cool air the air-conditioner was blowing. I had known the ways a sexy lady used to make advancements for physical relationship,

but I could never imagine it would come so soon in an unabashed way. As I remained silent, she asked me: “What is your answer, Jai? Yes or No? Please tell it quickly. My heart is jumping to hear your answer”.

She was not willing to give me time to think over. She wanted the answer then and there itself. I knew luck was on my side. And I decided to play it to my advantage. I remembered my own philosophy that I should not leave a lady who says

‘Yes’ and I should not touch a lady who said ‘No’. Suddenly, I pushed to forget everything and said in a firm deep voice: “YES, YES, Y-E-S”. But, quickly I added: “Rekha, giving you full sexual pleasures is one thing, but making you pregnant is another thing.

You must know, scientifically, it is not possible always to make a lady pregnant even with a series of fucking in one or two nights. For that, I need to know more about the pattern of your menstrual cycle and number of days the bleeding lasted to calculate your ovulation period.

She seemed to be ignorant of these aspects of the reproductive system in human beings. But she was quick in providing me with the details. She said usually her cycle is of 30 days with 3 days bleeding. On my query she said she had her last menstruation exactly two weeks ago.

I could not believe my luck again! If it was so, then that day itself or next day ovulation must take place in her. It was one of the strangest instances of sheer luck and coincidence, perhaps one in a thousand, that her ovulation day might be that day itself or the next day.

I could not believe the sudden change of events. I saw all the odd pieces falling right into their appropriate slots. Honestly speaking, when I went to her house about an hour ago, I could never imagine I was going to get an offer to fuck her as well as to make her pregnant.

But then, strange things always happen in life in unexpected times and manner. She asked me what I was thinking about. So, I told her the whole thing about the ovulation and chances of pregnancy.

She was very thrilled to know there were great chances of her becoming pregnant if we had sex that day and the next. I too shed all my qualms. After all, a willing lady wants it from me. What is the harm if I enjoyed her and gave it to her?

I wondered if there would be any fool on earth to say ‘no’ to her. Besides, who knows I would get another golden opportunity like this? Suppose, she had a second thought and change of mind later?

I stood up from my sofa and went around to the back of her sofa. I bent my body forward, brought my hands around her face and lifted it up. That was the first time I had ever touched her. I saw her thick lips parted looking very thirsty.

In the same action, I brought my face further down and planted a very hot and passionate kiss on her thick lips. She made a gasp. Then she brought her hands up, circled around my neck and pressed my mouth hard on her lips.

My lips still glued to hers, my hands slid down and caught hold of her big boobs. “Aaahhhh....” she released a wild moan. I lifted her boobs from their bases and ran my palms caressing all over them.

Still bending over her shoulders, I reached and pulled up her sari as much as possible. Oh... I was mesmerized to see her nude legs and thighs. Her legs were long, fair, waxed, glazy, fleshy, enchanting and sexy too.

She moaned again and said: “Jai, are you trying to locate my fourth mole? It is not in my thigh. You have to look for it further up”. As I was about to pull her saree up more, she sprang to her feet and came around the sofa.

She held my body in a tight hug and whispered in an erotic moan: “Oh..Jai, thank you very much for saying ‘yes’. You are great. Come, let us have it in the bedroom”. While she said, she bit my left ear with her teeth out of excitement.

In a hurry, she nearly dragged me to her bedroom. By the time I reached her bedroom, I became aware I too was getting hot. No sooner we reached the room than I began to hug her fleshy body tightly.

I was going berserk the way I removed the sari from around her body and threw it flying to a corner. I took her to stand in front of the mirror on the dressing table. Wwoohhh.... it was a very beautiful and sexy reflection of her on the mirror.

I could guess she was not wearing bras under the light blue blouse as her nipples jutted out in a pointed manner. I brought my hands under her arms to her front. As I struggled to unhook her blouse, she did it herself. She removed it and threw it to the corner.

I was right, she was not wearing bras. Her boobs jumped out from the tight clutches of the blouse now and stood in a threatening way. I brought my hands from behind and lifted the boobs from their bases.

Then I began to squeeze them softly while I rubbed my whole face all over her back. She began to moan more wildly. I kissed and licked her entire back with my tongue. It gave her titillations and pleasurable sensations.

I was eager to see this seductive temptress fully in nude. I caught the string of her light blue petticoat and gave a pull. It loosed and the petticoat slid and fell to the floor. She came out of it and kicked it to the corner.

As I expected, she was not wearing panties too. I really caught my breath to see her the way she was born. No word or adjective was enough to qualify her super sexy body. I could never imagine she had such a really hot and sexy body remained hidden under her dresses.

Her entire body was made to perfection in such a sexy contour enough to cause instant erection in any male. I remained looking and admiring her nude body for a long time. She was very fair, has big eyes, thick lips and long neck.

I guessed her vital statistics might be 36-30-40 with fleshy wave-folds around her hips and waist. Though married for nine years, yet her fair fleshy big boobs were erect without any sagging tendency. I was fascinated to see particularly the shape of her boobs.

They were not round but conical in shape tapering towards the nipples. The conical shape helped the boobs to have a straight projection. This ideal shape would present enormous pleasures for any man to suck her boobs.

She had light brown aureoles with brownish erect nipples having one inch length. Her love triangle was well shaped hidden between her upper thighs. She might have removed her pubic hairs about a few days back.

Her long thighs were fair and fleshy with matching legs. Her legs were glazing as she had removed all hairs by waxing. It was difficult for anyone to identity and to name the sexiest part in her body.

Though she did not radiate sex appeal in clothes, but in nude, every inch of her body exuded sex. Rather, every millimeter of her body oozed sex. I wondered if the God has written ‘most sexy lady’ all over her body.

She turned to face me. With a naughty smile, she removed my clothes and made me nude too. She eyed my hot erect cock stood at an elevated angle and made involuntary jerk movements. Then she said: “Come darling, enjoy me,

give me all pleasures, fuck me, kill me, make me pregnant and give me your baby”. I made her stand facing each other closely. I took her hands to circle around my neck. Then I slid my hands under her arms and held her head.

I brought my mouth to hers and began kissing her madly. As we were holding each other’s heads, our kisses were enough to melt our lips and fuse to one. I kissed passionately on the black mole on her left cheek and bit it too. I ran my tongue licking her entire face.

Then I took her thick lower mouth and began to suck it madly. My intense sucking produced splew..splew...splew...sounds. I heard her moaning loudly. I was enjoying the sweet honey from her lip. Next, I took her upper lips and sucked it too.

As I asked, she extended her tongue out as maximum as possible. I took it inside my mouth and sucked it very hard. Then she inserted her tongue into my mouth and began to play hide and seek game with my tongue. Both of us became aware our bodies were boiled up.

I continued my kissing and sucking from her face down to her throat. I hid my face on her neck and rubbed my face all over it. She moaned fiercely now. While I continued to rub my face, her right hand slid and caught hold of my hot erect cock and began to press it.

At every stage, she went on telling me repeatedly that her hubby had never done such things to her and she was enjoying these pleasures for the first time. Later, I bent a little and started playing with her big boobs. I rubbed her boobs with my palms in circular motions.

Often I lifted her melons from their bases and pressed them hard. I massaged her light brown aureoles and tweaked the nipples with my fingers. Often I pulled the long nipples as if to pluck them out of her boobs. She was enjoying my play deriving pleasures and releasing moans.

Then I started my real assault on her boobs. I caught hold of her boobs with my hands and began to squeeze them with heavy pressure and force. “Aaahhhh.....” she yelled in pleasures. While squeezing, I pulled her boobs as much as possible.

I must say her boobs were bigger and my palms were not enough to accommodate them. Yet, my forceful squeezing made the flesh of her boobs to spill through between my fingers. I must admit I was also enjoying myself.

After ten minutes of intense squeezing, I bent my head to suck her boobs. First I ran my tongue licking her entire boobs. I was fascinated to see the black mole just above the aureole of her left boob. I kissed on it madly and licked it several times.

Then I played with her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Often I moved the tip of my tongue as if scratching the tip of her nipples. Bending, she was observing my plays happily deriving pleasures. Then I took one of her boobs into my mouth and began to suck it hard.

“Oooooohhhhhh...” she released a shrill moan. I looked no further and continued with my sucking very hard. Due to my intense sucking I felt a tasteless and colourless liquid oozed out of her erect nipple into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily.

Often I bit her nipple and chewed it painlessly. At this stage, she brought her hands on my head to press it hard on her boobs encouraging me to suck harder. After five minutes or so, I began to suck her other boob.

While sucking, I often shook my head violently as if a cat shrugged a dying rat in between its jaws. My mouth moved down kissing and licking all over her well-shaped belly. I spent a lot of time licking inside her deep navel as well as the black mole just over it.

She moaned softly all these times out of titillations. I tightly pressed and squeezed the flesh waves and curves around her hips. My hands and mouths were jumping to reach her pussy but I restrained myself from doing so with enormous self-restraint.

‘There is a right time for everything’ I told myself. However, I was a little exhausted with my bending position. I took her to the bed now. I made her lay half on the bed with her legs hanging outside. I sat on the floor between her legs.

I observed her velvet pussy for a long time. I found it large, throbbing and pulsating. I noticed there was something peculiar about her pussy. The labia (pussy lips) were very big and thick, boat-shaped covering her whole vulva showing only a thick long line.

I lifted her left leg and began to lick it from toe to upward. When my mouth reached her thigh, she shivered moaning wildly. If she made so much sound while I licked her thigh, I wondered she would bring the entire neighbourhood if I started sucking and fucking her pussy. I repeated my licking on her other leg and thigh too.

Comments (16)

Posted by Robert
on: June 26, 2007 4:24 PM | Reply

Great Buddy,

You are lucky if you really did that,

Keep posting,

all the best

Posted by varun
on: June 26, 2007 4:54 PM | Reply

Too!!! Good.Excellent Narration.
Too!!! GooD.

Posted by bean
on: June 26, 2007 7:05 PM | Reply

awesome story pal...good one keep itup

Posted by rahul
on: June 26, 2007 8:26 PM | Reply

hello jai ...

i am regular visitor to this site .
i really liked ur experiance boss..
to be frank i have never enjoyed stories as much i enjoyed reading urs ....

so plz keep sharing ur real life with us........


Posted by don
on: June 26, 2007 9:17 PM | Reply

mast hai yaar

Posted by Debashish Ghosh
on: June 26, 2007 10:19 PM | Reply


I believe u can write a great book. Believe me... it would one of the highest selling book in the world.

Posted by Pranav
on: June 27, 2007 5:04 AM | Reply

Yo! can't wait to hear the rest!!!

Posted by lover boy
on: June 27, 2007 7:26 AM | Reply

hi jai,
really luckiest fellow.. ur really energetic at this age man.. enjoy dude as much as u can.. actually im also a regular visitor of this site, almost every day but ur story made me mad... i hope ill also get such a chance 2 fuck such a women...

Posted by ILICKURS
on: June 27, 2007 8:04 AM | Reply

It is very nice and keep itup

Posted by srinkar bhatta
on: June 28, 2007 2:03 PM | Reply

Great writing, keep it up.
Only request, don't make it to narritive, come to the conclusion as quick as possible, you have the best writting ability, explore it.
Add more dialogue to make it more spicy.



Posted by Laco
on: June 29, 2007 4:38 AM | Reply

Well done, Enjoyed the visit!

Posted by nehal
on: June 29, 2007 9:44 AM | Reply

cool both of u were lucky,
whens ur next story comming...

Posted by Jack
on: June 29, 2007 9:19 PM | Reply

Man, you are great. I've never ever read such a story. I indeed read a lot of erotic sex stories, but yours is exceptionally great and you explained so good.
Even if you write a book i would love to read it completely.
Thanks a lot for your story. Keep it going pal.

Posted by mani
on: October 19, 2008 9:03 PM | Reply

Great writing,keep it up.
One request,don't make it to narrative, come to the conclusion as quick as possible, you have the best writing ability, explore it.actually i'm also a regular visitor of this site,
whens ur next story coming...

Posted by balu
on: June 29, 2009 2:50 PM | Reply

thevediya paiya

Posted by paarvizz
on: January 20, 2010 5:12 AM | Reply

fantastic boss never ever read a story like this.. too lucky u are.. share you experiences ...

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