Sex affair across generations - I

My family moved from our village when I was around 8 years old and my MOM took a 13 year old girl, who family has been working in our house in the village for generations. This girl (Rukmani) used to tease me a lot. Took care of me, including bathing me and getting me ready for school etc. in addition to helping my mom out in maintaining and running our household.
In our apartment there was just one bedroom, in which I used to sleep with my parents and Rukmani used to sleep in the hall. Occasionally, though at random, my parents will lay my bed in the hall along with her and I used to get angry and argue why… Rukmani, always used to hug me and ask me not argue but understand I never could get (at that time) as to why would my parents need to be alone.
After a few months my mom announced that I will be getting a baby brother or sister soon. After that, I was regularly made to sleep in the hall with Rukmani, my mom’s tummy became huge, and she even avoided hugging me. One day, I cried about that. That night, after lights were switched off Rukmani chatted with me advised me not to get upset, she hugged me and put me to sleep softly kissing on my forehead.
For some reason, I felt it different from my mom’s hug. I liked it! I hugged her tightly and dozed off. Soon the baby girl was born and my mom totally neglected me it was upsetting to me and I cried to Rukmani in the night. She hugged me and wanted to know what was upsetting me. I mentioned the neglect and how I was jealous to see my sister drink milk from my mom.
She removed her half saree and hugged my putting my face on her bosom. I don’t know what came over me, I buried my face tight into her creamy bosom and enjoyed the butter like smoothness and warmth. She moaned and grabbed my face and tight into her bosom. We went to sleep hugging each other tightly.
Rukmani will give me bath daily and on Saturdays oil bath with a vigorous massage, I used to really enjoy this…. She would thoroughly apply oil all over my body then shikakai after that and thoroughly wash me all over the body paying particular attention to my butt and genitals. After the bath, she would give me a hot lunch and I will be asleep in no time and refreshed totally after that.
She would tease and joke and I usually looked forward to the oil bath with her. When I was ten, I was sent to live with my grandparents as taking care of two kids was too much for my mom, who also had taken up a job. I had a pretty uneventful life at the grand parents’ village. Since I was nearing my 9th and 10th in school my parents decided to pull me back to the city to live with them as my education had to be stepped up.
I came back to my house as a 12+ years old, who had the routine exposure to females and had begun to pay attention to the breasts. My parents would drop by occasionally, but I never saw Rukmani in all this time. Boy was I shocked, when I saw her. Her hair was much longer, thickened. Lovely cheeks and very kissable lips. Unfathomable act of Mother Nature’s chemical factory in filling out her breasts and butt.
She had a perfect hour-glass figure. Only thing that remained the same was her height, I was shorter but close to her. I was stunned when I saw her; she warmly greeted me by saying “you haven’t changed you still lean and same”. If only she could grasp how I had grown in my mind, perhaps without a matching body growth.
That night, I was thrilled to be sleeping in the hallway with Rukmani next to me. But was disappointed to find my sister also in the hall along with us. After, lights were switched off both Rukmani and my sister fell asleep, with my sister hugging Rukmani tightly in her sleep. I was jealous, after some time, I heard my father quietly getting up and locking the door to their bedroom.
The noise of locking woke Rukmani up, she saw me awake and quietly asked me what is going on ? I smiled and told that I am jealous of my sister hugging her; I thanked her for comforting me prior. She smiled and just turned towards gesturing me to come closer. I inched closer; she put my arm around me in a loose hug. I told her, that with the doors locked they are working on one more sibling for me.
She was shocked momentarily but burst out in a huge smile. I immediately, closed the gap between us and hugged her tightly. She was surprised, but whispered me to be patient. She slowly, took my sister’s hand which was on her waist and slowly laid it on the bed and asked me to move away and shifted her pillow close to mine and came closer.
She just put her arm on my waist; I moved closer and hugged her. My face was on her bosom; with our legs entwined with one of her thigh in between my mine and her other thigh was in between mine. We both hugged tightly by grabbing our waists and my face was nestled in her bosom. I was in seventh heaven.
She slowly caressed my forehead and hair for a long time, nestling me and I felt so comfortable and wanted. I went to sleep hugging her, when I got up in the morning I saw the beds shifted so that hers was near my sister’s, with our evidence of us being closer hidden because of that. I was happy and puzzled and didn’t know whether Rukmani was interested in me.
Next day, when it was time for sleeping, I saw Rukmani laying out the beds with for her and sister in one end and after a significant gap one bed for me. I was disappointed and was really cursing; did I rush things too much? I was really upset and went to sleep... Next day, I observed Rukmani for any reaction or clue didn’t get anything.
Fortunately for me and unfortunately for her my sister developed stomach infection and was crying. My mom and dad decided to keep her in their bed that day. I sensed an opportunity, but wanted to see what Rukmani would do. Today, Rukmani laid out the larger bed in which she used to sleep with my sister for me and took the single one for her but with significant gap between the two.
I thought I really blew my chances and just resigned myself to sleep. After my parents had also gone to sleep Rukmani was wrapping things up cleaning in the Kitchen. I quietly, went into the kitchen and said “I am Sorry to Rukmani” a big smile was on her face; I ashamedly just turned and went to sleep on my bed.
After finishing all the work, she switched off the lights and went to bed. I was disappointed. After a few mins, I felt some warmth next to me. I realized that Rukmani was sleeping next to me, in her sleep she had drifted closer to me on my bed. In the faint moonlight, I saw that half saree had entirely shifted to the waist and her breasts in the blouse for all for me to ogle!
I was completely taken in by how big her breasts had become, after a while as if in sleep, I turned and put my right palm on her left breast. I was on guard, to pull out in case of any adverse reaction from her. But she was soundly asleep. My palm also rose and fell on her breast along with rhythmic breathing.
After, some time, I got the courage and slightly squeezed the breast; I could feel the bra inside the blouse! I was tense, whether she would wake up. But she was in deep sleep and after some time just turned towards me, I got scared and took my hand off and was repeatedly playing back the feeling of softness of her breasts, the complete ball like shape in my hand etc. I went to sleep happy and contented.
Next day, all day, I observed Rukmani for any signs of awareness of what I had done. She was totally calm and showed any sign that she was aware of me feeling up her breast. I felt relieved to see her lay the bed again that night. Again after all the work was done she started sleeping. I started my routine, after some time I put my palm on her breast, to my shock and horror I realized that she wasn’t wearing any bra.
I covered the full globe with my palm and started squeezing. I could feel the nipple which was like the eraser that is attached to the pencil! I slowly tweaked the nipple, she just turned and continued sleeping. I put my hand on her but and slowly felt it up. She slept peacefully. This routine continued the next day as well.
Today I got bolder, after the initial round of feeling her up, I dozed off and got up to notice the first two buttons of her blouse had fallen open, she wasn’t wearing any bra today as well. I inserted my hand inside the blouse and cupped the breast totally, I was squeezing it merrily, when to my shock and horror she caught my hand and whispered, what are you doing ?
I was embarrassed and shell shocked; I was afraid that she would tell my parents and was covering my face and pleading “Don’t tell anybody…” for some time. I felt Rukmani putting her hands my shoulders and then caressing my hair and neck. I opened my eyes and was shocked to find her blouse totally open.
She smiled at me and took my hands and put them both on her breasts… I was in heaven. I asked her whether she was Ok with it. She said “Idiot, did you really think that I didn’t know you feeling me up, of course I LOVE IT!”. She kissed me firmly on the lips…! I was squeezing her breasts to my heart’s contents.
Her nipples were sticking out and she had large dark areolas which really stood out like the center of a dart board. I closed my eyes and kissed her repeatedly and forcefully squeezing her breasts. She asked me to be gentle and not to deal with Roti Atta! She said “Remember when you were jealous that your sister was drinking milk from mommy?”
I got the hint latched onto her breasts with my lips and started sucking; she moaned and her body shuddered violently. I got scared and stopped she urged me to keep sucking whispering “My god this feels so good” into my ears repeatedly. I kept on sucking and then started looking for the knot that was holding up her petticoat. She said, it was too risky and to take time.
I kept on sucking and dozed off, completely body hugging her. The morning, Rukmani gave me a kiss waking me up and I had another round of breast sucking and she left and started her routine. Next day, my parents left for a wedding in a nearby town and had to leave very early in the morning. They took my sister with them. I was fast asleep and didn’t even know that they had left.
At 8am, I was kissed on my lips and Rukmani had just come out of the shower wrapped in just her towel! With her wet hair and droplets all over her bosom above the towel and face she looked like an angel in a white towel. She pulled me up by the hand and hugged me totally. We spent a very long time just hugging. Then she asked me to take a bath and get ready.
I slowly, removed the towel and let it drop to the floor. She was shy in the light and covered her face with her hands. I bent and latched onto her right nipple and slowly sucked. In the bright light, she looked like a sex goddess, with slim busty and hourglass figure. Her pussy was fully covered in thick black hair. I couldn’t see anything other than a black jungle.
I just put my palm on her pussy and cupped it. This led to a violent shudder of her body that almost shook her off the ground. I was also panting very heavily with my face hot and flustered. I just pressed harder with my middle finger and found the clit and the pussy opening. I slowly pressed and bent my finger to enter the pussy hole.
It was a challenge to find it but the process of groping for it led to several shudders in Her body. After inserting the finger halfway through, there was some sort of obstacle and Rukmani whispered “it hurts” into my ear. I realized that she was still a virgin (as I was) and was very thrilled in taking her virginity and loosing mine as well at the same time.
Rukmani asked me to take a bath and that she would serve me milk and breakfast. I said “I want to drink milk from your breast and eat your pussy..” She replied “Not when you are dirty” and ran into the bathroom. I followed her and took of all my clothes; my penis was hard and was straight pointing upwards like a steel rod. She gasped when she saw it, perhaps her first sight of a hard penis as well.
I reminded her that she used to give me a bath before, why not now. Surprisingly, she agreed! She got into the shower with me and showered my body first then she took soap on her hands and applied it all over the body then shampoo on the hair. I asked her to take care of my penis, she smiled applied soap on my face and eyes, asked me not to open them.
She then took soap and grabbed my penis and applied soap on it and stroked it back and forth. I was in heaven and in no time, I had a huge eruption, When I opened my eyes, I saw her hand and tummy fully covered with my sperm, it was a huge load that had splattered. She laughed saying why did you pee on me!
When I told her that it is something else she washed her hands scooped up the sperm from her tummy smelt and with an approving smile, swallowed it! I asked her how it tasted; she mentioned that it was like plain “Philips Milk of Magnesia”. She washed me thoroughly and washed herself as well; we both took turns to towel each other dry.
I did one more round of sucking of her breasts… She gave me breakfast with her putting her the pieces of the dosa in her mouth and then passing it to me in a deep kiss. We both did a “common breakfast”. After that I asked her when are mom/dad coming, she replied that in the night at 8pm and that she had to make dinner for them.
I was in my room studying and preparing for an exam. After that, I turned ON the TV and in a while dozed off. After a while, I felt someone kissing on my lips and woke up. Rukmani was there with a big smile, she was wearing a thin sleeveless outfit which was fully lace and see through beneath it she was completely nude.
I could see her areolas with protruding nipples and surprisingly her bush was trimmed. When asked her, she mentioned that she found it in mother’s drawer and also an electric trimmer and using that she had trimmed her pussy hair for me! I lifted her up and carried her into my parents’ bedroom, gently putting her on the bed. I closed the curtains, also turned ON all the lights.
She asked me to turn the lights off and when I refused, covered her eyes. I slowly lifted the dress up and kissing the leg and thigh all along the way. When I got close to her pussy her body started convulsing and finally when I latched onto her pussy lips with mine she shuddered violently. I slowly, probed her pussy with my tongue. I then moved up and kissed her nipples over the dress.
She asked me to insert my penis into her pussy. I slowly positioned it splitting it open and began my thrust. Her pussy was all wet and slippery, in one swift thrust I broke through a barrier. I could literally feel something splitting and letting me in deeper. She cried aloud in pain.
I also saw lot of blood coming out, but the sensations were too overwhelming for both us with her begging me aloud to fuck her, I pistoned in and out and finally I let out what felt like a huge eruption. I was totally exhausted and collapsed on top of her. She kissed me all over my face and hugged me. We both went to sleep.
After this we both would wait for my parents to latch up the bedroom and then immediately resume our sexual activity. After my sister has gone off to a deep sleep also Rukmani would drift closer and we both would fuck. In fact, I started wearing dhotis, and she would wear a nightie with buttons which open up the top half and she would be completely nude beneath it.
We fucked like crazy every night even multiple times in a night. One day in the morning, I heard Rukmani throwing up and she appeared very ill. She spoke to my mom and took off for some time to her village. She never came back….. I asked my mom why, she said that her family has suddenly left the village also and their whereabouts were not known…
I imagined Rukmani every night and never touched a girl after that. I focused on my studies… Time passed on…. After 13 years, I now had a job as well and war earning handsomely a new maid of 13 years showed up her name was Jaya. My adventures with Jaya in Part 2…
To be continued…

Seducing Bengali Maid

It is not a story. It happened with me in real life. I happily screwed this 34C-28-34 maid for over two years, trimmed her pussy hair, showed her xxx pics, fucked her while both enjoying a x-rated video, screwed her in so many different positions that I could never try with my wife.
But it all started very naturally and slowly. Unlike our other writers, it took many weeks to progress even slightly. So please be patient when reading the story.
All this happened some 15 years ago. I was a 5'9" tall, athletically bodied manager in a software firm. We were happily settled couple in our late thirties residing in this 2BHK apartment in Noida area. My wife was not working anymore. India was seeing the economic upturn. Computer technology had just seen Windows-95. Net surfing was slow.
Mobile phones were rare. My wife will attend kitty parties on weekends or go out for her facials, personal care etc. Our previous maid left so we hired a new maid for house hold work. She was 5'2" or so, non-descript, except that she was slightly fair in complexion. She was a wife and a mother, must be in her early thirties.
She will come twice during the day, morning and evening, to carry out household chores. She said she was from West Bengal, but I suspect she was a Bangladeshi. She seemed to be from a rural background, she did not wear bra and her blouse was ill-fitting. Unlike local maids, she did not do any eyebrows, not that she needed one.
I did not pay much attention to her for many weeks. Still, I knew she did not wear any panties; her sari will fold into her ass cheeks whenever she will get up from a crouching position. It is quite common in this part of country, most sari clad maids don't wear panties, and it is easy to piss whenever you find a secluded corner.
In those days we had only one air conditioner at home and power outage was frequent. I used to get itchy in my underwear. To avoid public scratching I did not wear underwear at home, especially from 9pm to next morning. That possibly got her attention. I used to slouch on the sofa in the morning, reading newspaper over a cup of tea, while she wipe-cleaned the room.
My shorts were generously wide and at times my semi erect (morning time) rod will show its head to her. I did not know it till one day I noticed that she was taking extra time to clean the floor near me. I quietly glanced at her from behind the newspaper, only to realise that she was admiring my thick shaft. I also noticed that she was not so ordinary.
She had a fabulous pair of boobs that were showing through her blouse. I quickly got behind the newspaper again as my shaft had started growing at a rapid pace. For next several weeks this process continued. On the occasions when my wife was sleeping or had gone out for morning walk, I will laze around on sofa, giving her ample opportunity to look at my penis, mostly erect due to her attention. But our eyes never met.
She was not aware that she was being watched. I also started looking at her with interest. I noticed that her boobs were quite upright, at times jutting out of her body. Her belly was almost flat, may be because she will do lot of bending and crouching. She had a good skin, quite a smooth one for her class. She did not have hair on arms and lower legs.
In short, she had many features that married women toil hard to get. But the best part was her butts, they were perfectly round and protruding from her behind. She was able to avoid undue attention only because she wore a worn out sari with faded blouse, slightly torn from under-arms, and she had an ordinary face.
I never thought of fucking her or anything. I never thought I will even touch her. She was not my class. But I liked the idea of seducing her silently. So I let her eye my rod, even my balls from close quarters. I used to collect xxx-pictures from a Japanese porn site on my PC. I will save a copy in a hidden folder. I will see the photos when my wife was not around, mostly on my weekends.
I made that file as my screen saver on those days so that my right hand is free to fondle my dick while I watch the pics. One day, I had to rush to toilet to relieve in a hurry. When I returned, I found Mala darting out of the room, blushing profusely. I was dumb stuck. I was worried that she will tell this to my wife.
I had no intention of getting into a marital discord over xx-pics (xxx-pics were quite a taboo for my wife). But surprisingly Mala remained normal in her behaviour and I gathered that she had not thought of reporting this matter. May be she did not risk losing her job, maybe she knew I had no intention to harm her, whatever.
It was only two-three times a month that I would be alone with Mala. Most of the times I was in office or on tour. Then on most weekends my wife used to be at home when maid arrived. But I liked the idea of Mala's choot getting wet by seeing my rod or seeing the pictures. So I gave her ample opportunities whenever we were alone.
I will leave a photo or screen-saver open; I will read some sexy news to show her fully erect penis and all. Then one day she took the next step, even when my wife was in the house. I was talking on my hands free phone at the door of my study room when she passed by to go to balcony. Her boobs had rubbed against my arms, I realised it a fraction later.
I did not know if it was accidental, so I waited. She had to come back from balcony and she did. When her boobs once again brushed against my arms. I knew it was deliberate. I also felt her nipples were erect this time. I saw a faint and mischievous smile on her face or was it my imagination?
My wife gave Mala 2-3 old salwar kameez. They were slightly oversized for her slim figure, but she was very happy. She will come and remove the dupatta when she entered home. That will give me a chance to look at her boobs through the wide neck line. Now I started glancing at her boobs even when my wife was home. Mala was clever enough not to show her cleavage all the time.
There was a corridor leading to front door. No one can see that part unless one is in the drawing room. She will let her boobs generously ooze out through the neckline when she mopped that place, very well aware that I am lustily looking at her well shaped boobs. Next she will work near my sitting place to see my engorged lund and she will let me see her ample boobs.
All this happened when my wife was away in bedroom or bath room. Strangely, we never had any eye contact during these sessions. I think both of us were happy with these harmless indulgences. She had started bending down when serving tea to me, almost showing her nipples. She had nearly perfect boobs despite being a mother in her thirties.
I frequently enjoyed brushing her tits accidentally while crossing each other. I will also give her a feel of my rod on her bums once a while. This I did when she washed utensils in the kitchen sink. I will approach her when her hands were occupied in washing utensils, hers lightly bent posture was more than inviting. I will reach from behind and open the overhead drip-tray to take out a water glass.
She never moved aside, always allowing me to give a gentle feel of my lund on her gaand. Initially I used to approach from one side, but I got more courage when she did not show dissent. I would now go right behind her, making attempt to make my lund enter her ass crack while I fetch the glass.
With time I also started making firm contact and kept it for a few more seconds, getting a heady feeling from her spongy ass cheeks. This will give me a tremendous hard on; I will invariably go to loo to jerk myself after some time. Around this time I also started having this weird idea of screwing her one day, may be just one good romp.
One time my wife returned home while I was in bathroom. Later she told me to keep the bed room door slightly ajar when I am alone with Mala so that the maid does not get a chance to steal anything. That was a good idea. When alone with Mala, I will keep the door open a few inches, come out of bathroom, carelessly throw the towel while dressing up, showing my fully naked body for a few seconds.
I had an idea that some time she watched me go naked, towel my lauda and bums then lift my leg to wear the undies. It finally happened one day. Our the semi-auto washing machine was also kept just outside my bathroom, with two hose pipes going into the bathroom. Mala will invariably come immediately after my bath into the room to start the machine.
One day when I was soaping my balls and dick, I noticed some movement near bathroom door. It was ajar because the hosepipes were coming through the door to the bathroom. I knew she was watching me play with my dick and balls. I quickly finished my bath and came out, wearing only a towel barely covering my ass.
She was there, fiddling with the knobs of washing machine tentatively, as if she was caught red handed. As I passed by her, she mumbled something that she needed my help to operate the machine. I turned back, now I was behind her, my entire body lined up only an inch behind her back. I asked her to show me what she was doing.
As she showed me the knobs without turning towards me, I made my move. I moved my right hand from behind her and let it go across her body towards the knobs of the machine, my arm pressing her right boob in the process. She moved back a little, only to find my bare chest now glued to her back, my lund firmly pressing her ass crack.
While her attention was diverted to all this, I put my left hand inside her kurti and touched her bare flesh above her salwar. In a quivering voice she continued the talk. I got more courage, I let my left hand go up and grab her left boob. It was heavenly. I had not expected her boob to be so fleshy and tight. Her nipples had already hardened and her whole body had stiffened in anticipation.
For next few moments I kept caressing her boobs while poking my rock hard lund in her gaand, and simultaneously kissing her on right cheek, earlobes, neck area and all. She made some weak protest, murmuring " sa'ab, mat karo.... koi dekh lega... aah.." but hardly made any effort to break free from my embrace. She turned to face me after the initial moments, but there was not much space.
She was sandwiched between my bare boday and the washing machine. She grinded against my entire body in the process of turning around to face me. As she faced me and stepped back, my towel fell down! Here I was, fully naked, my raging bull saluting her shocked expression, her hand on her mouth trying to muffle a "oo maa.."
and I was looking at her facial expressions. I whispered in her ears “..ab to poora dekh lia?” She blushed, looking at me for the first time. It was her silent acceptance that ‘ab to mei chudne waali hoon, let me play along’. I started kissing her lips, eyes cheeks, and her entire face.
She melted in my arms, still shy that she was being seduced by her naked sa'ab, my lund was now pressed against her lower half. I guided her hand to my lund. Hesitatingly she took my dick in her hand, not able to encircle the thick shaft with her small fingers. She was blushing and smiling.
We had now reached a point of no return. I was naked, standing in front of my maid, she was holding my dick and admiring it, my hands were inside her kurta holding her back and I was nibbling away at her lips and face. It was only natural that she too sheds her clothes. I paused, only to locate her salwar string and pulled it, making her salwar fall on the floor.
She did not protest how she could when she was already caressing my tool. She was now in her kurta alone, my both hands caressing her back, her melons and her bare bums all at the same time. By now my tongue had forced its way in her mouth, despite her initial protest. May be she had never tasted a tongue before, but she started to like it within moments.
Holding her ass cheeks I lifted her and made sit on the washing machine. Not wasting any time, I proceeded to remove her kurta and make her fully naked (no bra and panties, remember?). Wow, she had a very desirable body, her melons were well shaped, nipples long and erect. As I gently licked her succulent breasts she opened her legs, encircling them around me.
I took time to look at her now wide open crotch. She had very small thatch of hair on her mound; I was expecting a thick jungle. I slipped my hand underneath to explore her cunt, it was soaking wet already. Mala in the meantime had got hold of her favorite toy, my shaft, and was squeezing it. As I resumed kissing her tits and caressing her body, she slid forward to edge of her sitting area.
She guided my lund between her thighs and rubbed it along her choot. Ufff....., I never even imagined the heavenly pleasure I was experiencing at that moment. My maid naked, sitting on the edge of washing machine, her legs wrapped around my body, she rubbing my lund over her choot and me kneading her breasts and bums.
She too was sexcited too, hissing and puffing, silently begging me to enter her love grove. As pushed my tool, she cringed with pain, maybe she was not fucked for quite some time. I greased my lund with some cold cream (Ponds Cream I still remember) and resumed my task. She smelled my hand and liked the perfume of this cream.
I let my shaft at the entrance of her choot and resumed kissing and caressing her body. I felt her muscles relax, she started to enjoy again. I once again put my tongue in her mouth. while she was busy enjoying my tongue, I pushed my dick through her entrance. She flinched but I was already in her choot by now.
After staying still for some time, I started pushing my lund little by little in her choot. Her choot was quite tight; I don't think her husband fucked her of late. The edge of washing machine was a hindrance too. She played her part by sliding further towards to accommodate more of me inside her.
She was also mumbling something in her native language, something that was like urging her lover or hubby to do it more and more. At one time she was barely on the edge; her entire weight was on my lund. She stretched her arms behind my back; I lifted her entire body holding her from her hip and stood erect.
Here she was, a fully naked maid, clinging on to her naked sahib, his tool impaled in her choot, her melons crushed against his hairy chest, her hands clawing his back and her legs wrapped on his hips! It was a Kamasutra re-lived in my house. To add to the frenzy, I was able to ram my entire tool inside her in the process of lifting her.
Her pubic hairs were mingling against mine; it was just too much happening too quickly. I guess she had had a mini climax, her cunt walls were juicy and smooth now. After ramming her a few times in that standing position, I carried her to the nearest wall. I wanted deeper and fuller thirsts but it was not possible in that Khajuraho pose.
I pinned her to the wall she still hanging on me, and started pumping her faster. I knew my climax was building up and I wanted to ram to her deepest point. When I looked at her she was looking out from the window next to us, afraid that people below may catch a glimpse of us in this condition.
She was afraid, but this pervert thought of getting caught was perhaps heightening her ecstasy. She was now biting me on shoulder, her fingers were clawing on my back, her cunt walls had a firm grip of my lund. This was just too much for me and I climaxed, sending unending sprays of my semen into her tunnel.
Within a few seconds, she too climaxed, clasping me with her legs and hands, as if she wants my entire body to unite with her. As she hit a wave of climaxes, I could feel the contractions of her cunt wall, squeezing and releasing, squeezing out even the last drop of my cum. It was a unique experience for me.
As her climax drained her out, her whole body soon became limp, heavy as lead. I carried her to bed and laid her there. My prick slid out of her vagina, along with cocktail of our juices. She remained motionless, in a trance as if she was gang-raped for hours. When we became sober, she wore her dress back, came near me and hugged me.
I felt she was happy as if she had lived her dream, of making love to object of her fascination. I responded by giving her a warm embrace, still not sure if she will start repenting afterwards. But I was wrong. She coyly indicated that she wanted to see those (xxx) pics one day. I kissed her and squeezed her boob indulgently, looking forward to the next opportunity to fuck her.
We had become sex-partners. Both of us wanted to live our sex fantasies, without disturbing our families. In my next submission, I will tell you our escapades that continued for next two years, till I became obsessed with her gaand. Happy screwing!