Groaning, she slid forward and he slipped his cock out of her. Now what? He waited for her to move. For a minute she remained on her knees and forearms, catching her breath, her chest and back heaving. Then she turned around, on her back and smiled sexily at him. (Prev stories)
“God, but you’re good,” she murmured, pulling him down to her.
He moved on top of her and they kissed again and she did something magical and quick with her hips and he found himself inside her again, her wet cunt still tight, slowly squeezing and releasing his cock. He grinned at her, pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth, squeezing his cock deep into her cunt.
“Mm, that’s lovely,” she smiled. “I’m so glad you didn’t come.” She slid her hands down his V-shaped torso, caressing him, clenching his buttocks.
They fucked slowly for a long while, taking their time, neither hurrying, each delighting in the pleasures of the other’s flesh, kissing tenderly, their loins meshing and meeting in a steady rhythm. He paused then and smoothly rolled over without moving out of her, taking her on top of him. Sunita gasped as his cock twisted in her cunt and then she found herself on top, kneeling astride his hips, her cunt impaled deeply on his penis. She smiled tenderly at him and he grinned, his eyes laughing, sliding his hands up to her swollen breasts, fondling them, rolling the hard nipples under his palms, scraping the rough beads of her mangalsutra over them. She shuddered, her eyes fluttering.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he grinned, not caring that he was doing it.
“I’m glad you are doing it,” she giggled, her hips writhing on his lap.
“You do it often? With other men, I mean?”
“Do you suppose I bore four children without being fucked?” she laughed.
“But that’s different,” he frowned. “That’s your husband.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Who told you that?” she smiled at his puzzled look and the quick flash of excited understanding. “Yes, that’s right. The kids don’t all have the same father. Of course I’ve had sex, with lots of men, different men. Why, I was even doing it when Manish’s father was still around. He was drunk most of the time and couldn’t do anything about it. I fucked other men right in front of him. He never could hold down a job and I had the kids to take care of, so what could I do?”
“You actually whored?”
She shrugged with a fleeting smile. “Don’t get moral. Remember what we’re doing. I saw nothing wrong. I had to do it. I had only one thing to offer and I offered it. There were takers. Manish doesn’t know any of this and you’re not going to tell him.”
“That he’s probably a bastard and his mother a whore? Of course not.”
She smiled. “One day remind me to tell you how it began, how I started, with his own brother. Technically, he was my first ‘client’.”
“That’s crazy.”
“No, it’s the past.”
“It’s also sexy,” he said, grinning wolfishly. “You’re sexy.”
“Glad you think so,” she murmured. “Now shut up and fuck me. Or don’t shut up and fuck me.”
She was doing something magical with her hips now, twirling them in slow circling motions round and round and he grunted, heaving up under her. She bent over him, her superb back arching, rubbing herself against him.
“You’re cock feels so good in my cunt,” she whispered, sliding her tongue across his lips. “I could have it in there all day!” Her cunt squeezed and released his cock in a steady rhythm, arousing him deftly.
Rising up, her hair over one shoulder, she slowed, paused fractionally and shuffled her legs forward. She was supple and did it smoothly, moving up so that she squatting, not kneeling on his lap, her body upright, her knees spread wide, her heels on the floor on either side of his hips, arms stretched with her hands on the floor behind her heels. Her body was tilted back, breasts thrust out. Her cunt-lips were stretched wide open. Her face creased in tension, her chin on her chest as she pushed her cunt down deeper on his cock, taking him fully inside her. Then she moaned, flinging her head back over her shoulders. Whimpering, she began grinding her hips round and round in a churning action, snapping them smartly at each turn. Her cunt tightened like a vice on his cock and he gasped, thrusting up hard under her.
“Oh fuck yes!” he gasped, awed, his cock blazing with lust. “C’mon, whore! C’mon! Take it! Take my cock! I wanna see you dance on my cock!”
“Yes! Oh yes! C’mon, Vinod! Fuck me!” she gasped. “Yes uhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes uhhh ohma uhh yes uhhh OHHH!” Now she was moving up and down as well, her body bucking and bouncing on his heaving hips, her cunt sliding up and down the length of his massive erection, her supple thighs taking the difficult position easily. “Ohhhhuhhhh ohhhh uhhh OHHHH!”
Vinod squeezed her breasts hard in his excitement, then slid his hand to her crotch and fondled her clitoris. Sunita shuddered and moaned. He grabbed her hips, jerking her body up and down on his cock. With a quick wriggle, gasping loudly, she slid forward onto her knees again, her arms outstretched, hands on his chest, her hips rocking and bucking up and down, her cunt sliding up and down along his cock-shaft. Her swollen breasts jiggled with her movements and her long mangalsutra danced on her dusky skin.
“Yes!” she called. “Oh yes, Vinod, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!”
Grinning wolfishly at his best friend’s mother riding his cock like a sex-starved sixteen-year old vixen, the teenager pumped his hips up and down rapidly, tossing her on his lap, his hands sliding sexily up her body to her breasts, squeezing them. She moaned, her face tilted back, her mouth open and he ran his hands down her sexy back to her buttocks, prising them open, fingering her anus. She gasped and her cunt spasmed on his cock. He gripped her buttocks and jerked her down hard on his cock.
“Take it!” he cried. “C’mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock!”
“Yes! OHHHHH uhh yes! Fuck me, Vinod! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” she cried, frantic with lust now.
The teenager thrust his cock up into the older woman’s cunt as hard as he could. Her loud cry aroused and goaded him. He did again and again, his hands squeezing her swollen breasts hard. It took all he had to contain the eruption of fire from his loins.
Whimpering and moaning above her young lover, Sunita felt like a callow teenager herself, experiencing sex for the first time. The lad was much, much better than she had dared hope. She gasped and bit her lower lip as his huge cock reared up into her cunt, piercing deep, singeing her cunt-flesh, stretching her cunt wide, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt so that she felt like she was being impaled, like his cock would rip her in two and burst out of her throat.
On and on he went, grunting heavily, his hands tight on her breasts and then she felt him take in several deep long breaths and slow himself. She moaned softly, dizzying with lust, and marvelled yet again at her young lover’s prowess and stamina. She couldn’t believe he was still going strong.
“I want to fuck you from behind again,” he said, his voice ragged.
She obeyed at once, slipping off his cock with a thick moan. He got up to kneel behind her, but she stopped him.
“Not like this,” she murmured.
He looked at her puzzled. Gently, she pushed him back onto his knees with his buttocks resting on his heels, his thighs spread wide. His cock stood out, rampant and proud.
“That’s better …,” she whispered, kissing him, her tongue sliding sexily in and out of his mouth. “Now just wait there …”
She turned around and, spreading her own legs wide, moved her hips back over his lap. Reaching down, she guided his cock to her cunt and then pushed her cunt back down onto his cock with a loud moan.
“OHHHHH yes!” she gasped, her head arching up.
She backed her cunt further and further down onto his cock. Behind her, he groaned loudly at the fierce hot convulsions of her cunt on his throbbing cock. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips. With his cock fully inside her, she paused and turned her face over her shoulder, her mouth open, seeking his. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, letting her suck on it. His hands squeezed her swollen, turgid breasts.
“Now wait,” she whispered. “Don’t move till I tell you to … let me do the work first …”
He obeyed and, with a shuddering groan, squeezing her cunt tightly over his cock, she leaned forward, her arms outstretched, slender fingers steepled on the floor. Pausing for a second, she reached up and flipped open the door of the tall wooden cabinet before her, swaying slightly to let it open fully. He gasped. The inside door of the cupboard was a full-length mirror. Over her shoulder, he could see their reflections fully, the expression of raw lust on her face, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her mangalsutra dancing and tossing on her dusky skin. The sight inflamed him even further. He wanted to take charge and fuck her wildly, but she wouldn’t let him. She kept moving herself back and forth on his cock. Her moans were loud and obscene.
“OHHHHH uhhh YES Oh fuck yes, Vinod yes! C’mon! Fuck me yes oh god yes fuck me ohh fuck yes oh yes!”
“AHHHHH uhhh yes! Take it!” he gasped as her cunt spasmed violently on his cock, flinging his head back. “Take my cock, you whore!”
He still couldn’t believe he was talking to his best friend’s mother like this. On and on she went till, relenting only when she was ready, moving forward on her hands and knees and making him draw himself upright on his knees behind her. Whimpering, she eased herself down onto her forearms, pushing her butt up higher against his crotch.
“Now,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard Vinod! Fuck me as hard as you can! Hurry!”
Gritting his teeth, panting heavily, struggling to control himself, the teenager clenched the older woman’s slender hips and thrust his cock deep into her cunt with a loud cry.Beneath him, she cried out, too, jerking forward under his thrust. He ran his cock out of her and rammed in again, as hard as he could. Again and again and again. His eyes were glued to their reflection in the mirror: he could see the tormented lust on her face, the way her features crumpled in agonised lust, her breasts, swollen and turgid, pendulous like succulent fruit, bouncing with his thrusts. He managed to hit a rhythm, stroking powerfully in and out of her cunt, savouring the sight in the glass.
“Yeh! C’mon! Take it, slut! Take my cock!” he gasped.
“Yes yes oh fuck yes oh god yes Vinod yes ohma uh yes uhh yes Vinod yes please … fuck me … fuck me baby fuck me … fuck me harder baby OHHHHHH yes oh god that’s so good yes!”
He felt her orgasming and, nearing his own end, he gasped, flinging his head back and gripping her shoulders and jerking her savagely back onto his cock. She cried out under him as her orgasm broke over her body, driving the breath from her throat. His hands swept down to squeeze her breasts.
The convulsions of her cunt on his cock were too much for him to bear. Moaning, he pulled out of her and shot his load, spattering her back and buttocks with his thick, creamy gunk. Sunita moaned softly. The lad’s cum dribbled between her buttocks.
“Put it in again,” she moaned. “Put it in again … slowly … ahhhh … mm, oh that’s good, Vinod … that’s so good!”
They lay together later in silence, his head on her breast. She caressed him tenderly, stroking his strong back.
“You were wonderful,” she murmured, kissing him.
He smiled shyly, reminding him that he was still only a teenager, hardly even a man yet. She thought to herself that he would become a truly wonderful lover before long as he matured and grew stronger. She would walk him along that road. Now she moved sinuously under him again.
“You want to fuck me some more?” she smiled, kissing him, her legs suddenly spreading on either side of his hips. He felt her cunt-lips at his cock. “You can, you know, if you like. I don’t mind. Any way you like.”
He looked crushed and she soothed him gently. “Arre, don’t worry, baba,” she said, laughing softly. “You don’t have to. Only if you want to.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, of course.” She smiled warmly. “C’mon, get cleaned up. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“Aren’t you going to bathe me again?” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
She cuffed him on his arm. “Enough! You’re a big boy now. Surely you can bathe yourself?”
“That’s not what you said a little while ago.”
“And it may not be what I’ll say tomorrow either,” she laughed. “Now stop clowning around and do what I say.”
“Yes, auntie,” he said, in mock obedience.
She pulled him closer suddenly and kissed him, gently caressing his cock. “Tomorrow,” she breathed into his mouth. “Tomorrow Vinod, I’ll show you something different.”
“What?”
“You’ll see. Something new and exciting.”
“This is exciting enough.”
“Even more exciting.”
“I want to fuck you again. Now.”
“No. Save your strength. You’ll need it.”
“But you just said I could if I wanted to!” he protested.
“I changed my mind. I’ve got work to do. Now are you going to get going or do you want me to spank you?”
“Oh, spank me, auntie! Please!” he laughed. “Right here!” He turned around and bent over and presented her his butt.
She laughed and slapped him sharply on the butt. “Idiot! Now will you please get going?”
“Okay, auntie.” Again that mocking deference.
“Good boy.”
“Yes auntie. I’ll be a good boy. For you.”
Shaking her head, smiling, she turned and headed for the door. He called out as she reached it and the quiet in his voice made her stop.
“Auntie?”
“Yes?”
“I … I just wanted to say … thank you.”
Sunita smiled and crossed back to him, kissing him gently. “You don’t have to say that, Vinod,” she said. “Think of it as a special privilege. After all, how many boys do you know who get to fuck their best friend’s mother?” and we did same few more occation if anyone intrested from bangalore or belgaum mail me [email protected]
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