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Hi Friends I thank you for the overwhelming response to my previous stories, my mailbox is flooded with your love and that motivates me so please keep them coming here Is one more story from delhi boy I hope you will love it too, mail me your comments and requests on this is part 2 and if your mails n “other tings” kept flooding in I will post more He kept looking at her in the rear view mirror, all the way home. Speeding way more than usual. He held my hand most of the way, stroking my thigh the rest of the time. But imagining her firm and supple body in our bed I had no doubt. At least, I know that’s what I was thinking about.
Driving past her house, I noticed the lights were all out, even though it was still early. She probably saw my head turn. “My folks won’t be home until like tomorrow afternoon. So we’ve got all night. And the morning too.” We stroked his chest hair for a while, the two of us. Glancing, smiling. Giggling at each other like a pair of naughty schoolgirls every now and then. The two women who’d just shared his sperm. We toyed with his nipples, tickled his navel, played with his balls. Sharing all of him.
He just stared up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused and still gasping a little. I lay in our bed, watching another woman hold rishis naked penis in her hands, and was amazed by how jealous I wasn’t. All I ever really wanted was for him to be happy. And he was in heaven right now. He turned his head toward me for a kiss much different than before. Still light, it’s true. But more like exhausted. Or maybe overwhelmed. “Thank you,” he could barely get the words out. “I’ll never forget.” Grateful to be thanked first, I gently pressed his nose toward the other shoulder. “Natasha helped, you know. You really should thank her too.” Then went back to fondling him.
He took a huge breath, and let it escape very slowly toward the ceiling. “Yes. Yes she did. Yes she did.” He turned the rest of the way to her upturned face and planted one on her lips. Solid, like he really meant it, but not lingering too long I noticed. Well, after all, his wife was lying right beside him and with his balls in her hand. “Thank you, Natasha.” She pressed her cheek to his chest and reached down to take my hand in hers, lifting and squeezing it gently. This familiar stranger in our bed. “It was my pleasure,” she assured us both.
She didn’t let go, just pulled me across for another kiss. Once her lips were firmly locked on mine and her tongue in deep, she hooked an arm around my neck and rotated backwards. I eased up and over him, he scooted below me, and now I was in the middle. Still kissing, she cuddled in front of me. He pressed in again behind. He was still soft, still very wet, but still nicely warm too, it felt good. He got his hands onto my hips and pulled me in tight, his familiar skin felt good against mine. Her brand new skin felt good too, and I stroked every square inch I could reach.
Natasha dipped her head, kissing, licking and sucking my nipples. She must have noticed how I responded earlier. They’re nowhere near as spectacular as hers, but they’re more than enough to fill a bustier full, with a little creamy tit overflowing pleasantly. I had nothing to complain about. He looked over my shoulder again and down. No doubt admiring the sight of her pink little tongue on my much darker nipples, her pink lips ticked mouth wrapping and sucking while her fingers squeezed. This girl likes to suck, I thought.
She kissed her way back up half an inch at a time, giving my mouth some more attention while still holding and squeezing. Then turned her head and kissed rishi. Her hair draped into my eyes a little, but I didn’t move. I could tell by the stirring into my backside that he was already beginning to recover, just barely. I didn’t want to interrupt that. So I reached up and stroked her taunt tummy some more. She wiggled a little higher, bringing those wonderfully full, firm and round mounds to lips high. I felt him lean forward eagerly, heard him grunt as he shoved his collarbone into my shoulder, reaching as far as he could. Her other breast was right in front of my nose.
I couldn’t see it in the darkness of the night and still enveloped in her hair, but I could feel her warmth an inch away. I only had to lean a forward and she pressed into my lips. So I kissed. I’d never kissed a woman’s nipple before. It was amazing, I’d never felt, tasted, known anything like it. So vibrant and alive, it quivered beneath my lips growing and hardening. I felt her twist and push into me a little more. So I sucked too. Licked. Thrilled at the feeling of another woman below my tongue, it surprised me. I felt her top hand searching between us.
She got my elbow, followed it down the forearm to my wrist. She guided my hand lower and around, palm facing her. I hesitated a little, not sure if I was ready for that. For her crotch. But she pulled harder. Insisting, not asking. My fingers slid across her pierced and studded navel. I felt her knee slide up my hip, she was opening wide and willing for me. Down her tummy, her skin softer, smoother, warmer than any silk I’d ever felt, without warning suddenly over her vulva, the lips wet and swollen and bumping below my fingertips. I spread my hand to cover it all, then cupped and centered, trying to get my palm directly over her clit and press gently. I could clearly feel the hood, she was that open, and I adjusted to it.
Still holding my wrist, she eased her bottom forward and guided me in tight little circles, round and round. Rubbing against me. I felt rishis hand leave me moving forward. By the angle and reach, I guessed he was sliding it along her skin too, stroking her hip, thigh and back. Buns. Still sucking and licking I could hear, unlike me. I had other things on my mind. Tampons. Panty liners. Cotton panels. Stop thinking damn it. Feel. Feel her. Damn she felt good. Silky soft and smooth and oh so very warm below my touch.
She let go of my wrist, moved lower, and put her hand directly over mine. Got her middle finger directly over my middle one and guided me. I absolutely knew I wasn’t ready for that, for inside. I hadn’t expected this, I wanted to back up, think things over. Talk about it with her. But she didn’t give me time to hesitate. While I was trying to figure out how to gracefully ease out from between rishi and her vagina, she simply pushed me deep inside. Wet, so incredibly wet. Soft, so incredibly soft. And warm, I couldn’t believe how warm she was around my finger. Comfortable even. I was astonished by how natural, easy, right my middle finger felt inside Natasha’s vagina. As smooth and easy as inside myself in a bubble bath.
I felt the breath I’d been holding for I don’t know how long slowly exhale. This was nice, I could do this, it was going to be fine. Wonderful even. Oh god she felt so damned good wrapped around my finger and squeezing me ever so softly. She got a second one inside her without any struggle from me. Pressed her bottom forward even harder, now in a screwing rhythm, slow and steady in and out, fingerfucking herself on my still hand. Positioned me so the heel was directly over her clitoris, I could feel it rubbing now clear of the hood and in time with her PC muscles squeezing down hard, moving her hips in the opposite circle from my hand.
Using my hand to whack herself off, basically. But I was thrilled she wanted me to help her like that. She suddenly bent at the waist, pulling breasts away and lowering her head, quickly re-establishing her rhythm around my fingers. I felt her hair drag against my face as she reached up to kiss rishi, her breathing hot, hard and loud. Instinctively, I began to push back, flexing my fingers inside her, turning slightly on each stroke, rubbing her inside and out. Our bed began to shake. Her hand shot up to hold his head, pull the kiss tighter.
I kept my fingers firmly inside her, my palm turned and fingers now moving in and out. She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I’d come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. “Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just rishis or wives. Only together.
A girl has to have standards, you know.” She lay huffing on the bed beside me, one arm flung over her head, eyes closed, dripping with sweat, naked and smiling gloriously in the moon’s soft light. My hand inside her still-quivering vulva. The picture of pure ecstasy, right there in our bed. She was gently easing back toward reality, but in no hurry to get there. I knew the feeling, and envied her all over again. Rishi reached over me to run a hand across her tummy and heaving chest, up the underside of her taunt breasts, then over to stroke her flushed red cheek.
Carefully avoiding the hard and swollen nipples for now. I’d taught him that mine were painfully sensitive right after an orgasm. I started to ease my fingers out. “Stay inside?” she asked, not turning, her eyes still closed and her breathing still deep. “For a while?” So I did. She squeezed on my fingers in thanks, all wet and warm and wonderful still. Eventually, after her breath was back to easy and slow, she lifted my fingers from her vagina to her mouth, licking and smearing her lips. “Ummmmm… that was good…” she softly sighed. Then turned and kissed me, her lips and mouth now dusky and dark with just a hint of sperm still in the background. “That was terrific, thanks,” she whispered. “Thank you,” I whispered back, and I meant it.
I had a lot to think about while lying there, rishi pressing into my bottom and another woman beside me. Still smiling from the orgasm I’d helped give her. Was thrilled to have helped her have. “I just love watching married people fuck. No really! It makes me feel all good inside to see how nice it can be, people who know just how the other guy likes it, where to put their hands, that kind of thing. Makes me look forward to having a rishi some day. “Or maybe a wife, I haven’t decided yet.” He reached around to take my hand. I rotated into him, his erection bumping across my tummy. He was fully hard again. I was surprised, he hadn’t gotten ready for a second go this fast since college.
I tried to pull him up and over toward her. Natasha was a guest, after all. But she just reached across to stop him right above me. Pushed him back a little, firmly. “Later, tired,” she said. Then got up on an elbow with her head in her hand and settled to watched rishi screw his wife. I’d been horny as hell since long before we’d even gotten to the bedroom, but too tense to relax into it. That was long over now. He looked down at me. I looked up at him. We adjusted together. Comfortably. He slid inside me firm and deep and familiar, I always loved the feeling of him on me and in me.
Arms around his neck, I hugged him tight above while he got going down below. He started quickly, like he always does. I have to let him blow off some steam before even trying to settle him down. He stroked into me, burying himself all the way inside with quiet, squishing sounds. I got my knees high and open for him, my bottom turned up a little so our pelvic bones met when he bottomed. I lay back on the pillow, squirming just a fraction farther down, letting him just a fraction more inside me, until I got everything he had. I reached across down low to stroke her hip, adjusting to having another body nearby surprisingly fast. Comfortably screwing rishi with another woman in our bed. Watching us.
My eyes flicked over to look at her, suddenly glad she was watching now. I liked the way she smiled at our married people sex. I looked back up to see his eyes were half closed, his hands flat on the bed and elbows locked. Thrusting into me in a solid beat. Breathing quick and easy and full with every stroke. I settled in for a nice, firm, satisfying ride, my hips sliding across and getting my breath in time with his. He didn’t look at her, didn’t try to touch her. He just screwed me, and I loved it. I let my eyes ease closed, but not out of shyness any more. Just trying to float along with the nice pleasant tingles rippling up from down below.
I felt her hand, Natasha’s hand, stroke my thigh. I reached out and held it lightly in mine. After a few minutes of letting him burn off some energy, I began to reign him in a little. I slowed the swaying of my bottom, now not quite in time with his erection pistoning away into me. I tried to move just a tiny bit behind his beat, settling him gradually down to a nice, smooth, easygoing rhythm. Still solid, still in me deep, but not banging together any more. More like a gentle bump as we met. It took me longer than usual, especially for his second time. He was raring to go. I wondered how many times he was going to be able to cum. Eight was the most we’d ever had in one day.
I remembered those twenty four hours well, thought of them often. He said I inspired him. But that was ages ago. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum into me a third time in one night. A couple of years at least. Usually just a screw, or a suck and a screw, and then sleep. But he was in good form, I was sure. We’d talked about this for so long. I thought three tonight, and then at least one more before Natasha left us tomorrow, was very possible. Maybe even two. One each? That would be nice. The poor boy was going to be walking a little funny for a while.
I was glad she was in our bed, I knew he was loving this. Rishi and I would have a lot to talk about, to remember, for a long time to come. I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back with another one of her splendid smiles. I looked at her looking at us. Arched my eyebrows this time. She knew the question too, and nodded smiling. I grabbed him with my knees, stopping his humping. “Natasha,” I told his suddenly open eyes. “She’s ready. For you.” “Ummm… ahhh… Uh huh?” I looked over at her again. “Your turn.” “Oh yeah!”
I pushed him up, slipped higher and off. Crawled out from below. He just held, suspended, in mid air. She quickly, expertly eased into place below him. My place. Our place. At least for one night. “Oooo, so warm,” she giggled, and lifted her knees into screwing position. I reached over and simply guided rishi’s swollen erection into another woman. It was the easiest thing I’d ever done. Natural. Surprised all over again at how glad I was to share him with her. He just pushed forward and was inside a vagina that wasn’t mine for the first time since we’d agreed to date exclusively. I know rishi, he’s not a cheater. “Ahhhhh…..” he sighed as he pushed firmly in.
We’d talked about this so many times. And I really, honestly hoped Natasha felt as wet, warm and wonderful squeezing tight around his erection as she had around my fingers. He deserved that kind of happiness. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled in tight. Pushed her bottom up, adjusted a little to get it to a good spot. He started to move, but she tapped his neck and looked him in the eye. “Cum in her, OK? Not me. Be real real sure.” “Ummm, yeah?” “How come?” I asked. I didn’t mind sharing him.
She looked over at me. With her sweetest smile, “So I can lick it out of you.” She didn’t add ‘…dummy’, but I sure felt like one. Of course. She leaned to give me another kiss, every bit as deep as before, but much quicker. “And you’re going to just love it,” she promised. I had no doubt. Then she slapped his buns a couple of times with her soles, giddy-up, and cowboy! He got the message and got back to busy. I eased over just a little to give them plenty of room. I lay there on the pillow, in our bed, and actually enjoyed watching rishi have unmarried people sex with the stunningly beautiful girl from up the block. It was a lot more interesting than I’d ever imagined it would be.
She pulled her knees very high, much higher than I did, and bent her butt farther up too. Well past the point of giving him a straight shot in. I watched closely, wondering. Probably pushed his erection up against her g-spot more sliding across it going in and out, I guessed. I made note to try that sometime very soon. Her fingers gripped his arm right at the bicep, not his shoulders like I did. And she crossed her ankles behind the small of his back instead of holding them next to his hips. He had gone straight back to banging away hard and fast, maybe even more than with me.
So much for wearing him down a little before handing him over. Oh well, let him have his fun. And Natasha sure didn’t seem to mind hard and fast, she matched him grunt for grunt. He screwed her solid and deep, bouncing her tits almost to her chin as his hips slammed into her bottom. Another reason to lift high, I thought. There’s more padding back there. I watched his face, then hers. Both beautifully engrossed. Working together. Sweating together. Having a great time screwing together. Now I envied them both. But the night was young still, I’d catch up.
They had to squirm around a lot, I noticed. Adjusting to each other. Starting and stopping, then trying again. Familiar may be dull sometimes, but at least it’s comfortable. Watching them screw, I tried to imagine her, down between my legs. Her tongue inside me. Licking sperm, his sperm, rishi’s sperm, as it oozed slowly from my vagina. Pressing that huge sunny smile into my cum soaked labia, sliding her tongue over my gleaming clit. I could picture that easily. Had pictured it before, with everyone from movie stars to cocktail waitresses. All the women we’d talked about in our fantasies.
Then I tried to imagine me doing that to her. That wasn’t so easy. I’d tasted my fingers after an orgasm, I’ve swallowed gallons of his cum. But I had a hard time putting them together. I’d sure talked about going down on a woman. But I really hadn’t thought about, at least not in… Anatomical? Detail. I knew all along I really didn’t want to. But that was then. Did I now? Her hands shot out, suddenly, grabbing his buns. She had to dig in her fingernails to get his attention. Poor baby, I thought, that’s got to hurt. He stopped, she tucked, and they rolled.
Popping up, she ground her pussy hard into him, and then quickly got the rhythm going again. She rode him every bit as hard as he had done for her. Hair flying wild, full round breasts bouncing even higher, lush full bottom slapping his thighs loud. Head tipped back, she huffed, “Easier,” into the moonlit bedroom’s air. “Later,” she added after about a dozen more strokes. A few more, then “Switch.” It’s hard to talk and screw at the same time. But she got her message across.
She pulled one of his hands from her hip up to a breast and held it there. She reached without looking, found my hand and held it to the other one. Once we both had a firm hold, following her up and down, both her hands plunged into her crotch, rubbing her clit hard and in time. Her breathing deepened and she sped up even more, hips swinging side to side as she pounded him in and out. He was grunting now, lower and louder with each shove into her. To be cont…….kshitiz.
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