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After Shwetha fucked the life out of me, baser need than sex reared its head. Shwetha finally spoke, asking, “Do you have any food in the house? I had skipped lunch after what happened in the morning. I am feeling hungry after such a nice appetiser.”
I managed to sit up and told her, “Let’s go and raid the fridge. Need something cold after 2 hot sessions.” With that, we both sauntered to the kitchen in our nakedness, full for me and half for her. We found some leftover strawberry ice cream. She took the box to the bed and started eating spoon after spoon.
She offered some to me, but I refused. “Anyone can eat ice cream with a spoon. Then what good is it to have you here?” She got the hint, put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, and offered her mouth to me. I bent over and sucked the melting ice cream from her mouth.
Guys, strawberry ice cream, has never tasted better! Then I told her I was not satisfied with the ice cream from only these lips. Shwetha smiled wickedly and said, “You want it. You go down and have it.” With that, she lay down flat on her back.
I started taking spoonfuls of ice cream and dropping them on her body gradually. Shwetha squealed in naughtiness whenever the ice cream touched her warm skin. I could see the dollops of ice cream start to melt and flow in every direction. Having melted under the heat emanating from her bare skin.
I started licking off the melted ice cream from her chest, licking every tiny stream of the escaping deliciousness. Trying to taste the contrast between the dessert’s sweetness and her sweaty skin’s saltiness. It felt almost like salted caramel, for those who know what I’m talking about.
Shwetha was smiling blissfully. Feeling the tickling sensation of the chilled ice cream and the heat of my tongue and hoarse breath. My ravenous tongue moved over her humongous breasts, licking and sucking on the skin. Gradually meandering towards her marble-like nipples.
I could see the nipples stiffen up in the same instant. Shwetha let out a gasp of pleasure and anticipation of what I would lick next. She was expecting me to lick the nipples. So I changed my tongue’s direction downwards and started licking the space under her breasts.
Shwetha’s breathing started getting heavier. She experienced one of her most sensitive areas given the fullest attention. Once the undersides had no ice cream, I clamped my lips over her left nipple. I started rubbing it with the tip of my tongue. I held her right nipple between my fingertips and rubbed it as well.
Shwetha raised her chest to give me full access to her ample boobies. After sucking and rubbing the nipples, I moved my tongue to her navel and pubic area. Shwetha opened her legs wider to give me more access to her holiest of holies. I took another spoonful of ice cream and put it on her clit.
She let out a moan as the coldness of the ice cream gave her a shock on the most sensitive area of her body. Without delay, I put my mouth over her stiffened clit and started sucking it. Making a humming sound which drove her crazy. Shwetha held my hair with one hand and pushed it against clit.
The other hand was trying to grasp the edge of the bed. Shwetha uttered the words between heavy breaths, “Enough of the cold! Now I want something hot inside me.” Without waiting for any further invitation, I kneeled in front of her. I rubbed the tip of my throbbing dick over her mushy clit.
It was covered with my saliva, melted ice cream and her wetness. As soon as the tip got wet enough, I held Shwetha’s legs by the ankles and opened them wide. Shwetha too tried to cooperate by lifting her waist to give me unrestricted access to her pussy.
I touched the tip of my dick to the entrance of her pussy and started teasing it. Shwetha moaned in anticipation as I slowly pushed the bulbous head of my dick into her tight pussy. She did masturbate once in a while using the handle of her hairbrush. But somehow, the pussy walls stayed tight. Well, lucky me!
I tried my best to be careful and ensure Shwetha felt every millimetre of my hardness inside her. She crossed her legs around my back and pulled me in with incredible strength! In one shot, I felt the tip of my dick hit a soft and hot wall. I came to know later that it was her G-spot.
Shwetha let out a moan which would have risen the dead. Or most definitely my neighbours, if I didn’t have heavy curtains and rubber-edged window sills. As soon as I hit the wall, I pulled out from her until the tip touched and banged in again.
I gave her slow strokes. The pussy walls grasped the entire length of my dick like a velvet glove. She felt the throbbing friction in and out. I slowly built up the rhythm of pleasuring her with real manhood, not just a piece of plastic.
Shwetha started understanding the rhythm and raised her hips to meet my thrusts halfway. This resulted in the head of my dick hitting her G-spot many times. I could see the skin over her tummy get ripples with each thrust. Shwetha held her breasts with both hands and mashed and squeezed them together.
This elevated my lust to a new level, making me feel so good that I could give her that satisfaction. I increased my speed. Shwetha started moaning to fuck her harder and bring out our ravaging. But I wasn’t ready to bring things to a climax just yet.
I suddenly pulled out all the way. Shwetha snapped her eyes open to see what the hell was wrong. She just looked at me with questioning eyes. How dare I stop and deprive her of the finale she was preparing for. I asked her, “You want to be a bitch, while we are at it?”
Shwetha got the hint with a naughty smile, turned over, kneeled and jutted her ass towards me. I saw her asshole pucker as I raked my nails over her ass cheeks. I held them open to make both holes visible and accessible. I started to insert the tip of my blood-engorged dick in her pussy.
I spit a little over her asshole, lubricating it from the outside. I touched the tip of my right thumb around it, rimming it. Shwetha started to move her head from left to right, thinking I was about to fuck her ass. Then, ending the suspense, I pushed my dick and thumb into each hole.
Making her feel like both her holes were being fucked, which they were, in a way. Shwetha shouted out, “Oh, yes! Fill me up, maadarchodh! Fuck me in every hole like a bitch!” With those words, I went into turbo mode. I moved my dick and thumb in and out of her as if my life depended on it.
Shwetha tried to match my dual strokes by pushing her ass back at me every time I tried to enter her. After fucking like wild animals in heat, I could sense Shwetha’s holes starting to contract and convulse. She pushed her head down to the pillow and started to bite the edge of the pillow.
I understood that she was nearing her orgasm. So I kept ramming my dick with more force than ever. Shwetha started to tremble as her pussy walls grabbed my dick like a hand grabbing at something for dear life! I knew I couldn’t hold back any more. But I had no intention of adding the risk of pregnancy.
Also, I wanted to give her a final surprise. By this time, Shwetha’s anal walls had relaxed, accepting the invasion of my thumb. So while this bestial idea was forming in my dirty mind, Shwetha gave a prolonged moan. She started to orgasm with such a force that it pushed my dick out of her pussy.
She started squirting like a high-pressure burst pipe. Without wasting a moment, I took my well-lubed dick. I moved the tip upwards, taking advantage of Shwetha’s orgasmic oblivion. I pushed it all the way inside her asshole. Shwetha realised what happened.
She was squirting maybe a million buckets of juices and could not do anything except go with the flow. I pushed inside her tight asshole. I also felt my balls slap against her, squirting and exploding all my pent-up semen. I came in waves. I could feel my cum pulsating from my dick and into her ass.
After an eternity of orgasms, Shwetha fell on the bed, deflated. I managed to fall beside her with all my savings drained. I didn’t know whether we passed out or just fell into a deep post-orgasmic sleep. But I was the first to wake up.
Bleary-eyed and fuzzy-headed, I looked around to try to make sense of what had happened. I realised my skin was sticky with a mix of sweat and all the squirted juices. I looked around and saw Shwetha lying on the bed as I remembered seeing her. Flat on her belly, without changing position.
It was almost daybreak. The sunlight was fighting against the heavy curtains to break inside and take a sneak peek at our nakedness. I could see the shine on her skin. I couldn’t resist myself anymore. I slowly licked her back and hips, especially between the ass-crack.
Shwetha started moaning in her sleep. I used both hands to rub the sides of her breasts, still squished between her bosom and the bedsheet. There was a lot to grab from the sides as they were big. As I did that, Shwetha mumbled something and turned over with her front turned upwards.
I rushed to the cupboard, grabbed a condom packet and pulled out one. After I pulled it on my aroused dick, I took her knees with both hands. I raised them while folding them so that her pussy was in full view. I placed the tip of my dick in between her nether lips and pushed in.
Shwetha woke up to that and had a confused look, whether the earlier round was over or not. This time, I was straight and simply fucking her for my lusty, selfish pleasure. I kept pulling my dick out till the tip and ramming it all the way back in to make her.
I was completely engrossed in that feeling before she could gather her thoughts.
I held her knees bent backwards and kept fucking her deep and hard. It made Shwetha’s morning lust build up more and more. She tore my hands away from her knees.
She lifted them more and hooked them over my shoulders, raising her ass towards me. With that, I just went faster and deeper as if the gates of heaven had opened up for me, pulling me in. As I kept my hard strokes going, Shwetha uttered the first words of the day, “Make me cum, or I will pee right here.”
For me, personally, there is something about a woman’s peeing that turns me on to no end! Hearing those words was more of an encouragement to my kink than a threat to my innocent bedsheet. I increased my pace and kept banging her. My balls slapped against her asshole.
The next instant, I exploded into the condom, and Shwetha’s orgasm hit her hard. She kept moaning and moaning. Her bladder lost control, and she squirted her golden nectar all over my crotch and legs. As soon as I pulled out of her, Shwetha’s pissing stopped.
I couldn’t help but bend over and lick her entire pussy clean of the nectar released because of my lust. Shwetha rushed to the bathroom and cleaned herself. She came out stark naked. The wetness glistened all over her like glitter. She just looked at me with adorable eyes.
She pointed her head towards the bathroom, signalling me to get cleaned up. I walked towards the bathroom. While crossing her, I took her wrist in one hand and literally pulled her in with me. She protested, saying, “I don’t have any clothes, idiot!”
I replied, “Yeah, I can see that, and that’s how I like to shower too!” I turned on a mix of warm water. We stood under the showerhead, hugging each other. Letting the same stream of water wash us clean and remove any traces of our lust-filled encounter.
After towelling off, we returned to the room, looked at the soaked and stinky bedsheet and laughed together. Shwetha gathered her clothes and put them on. I put on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Shwetha walked in soon as if invited by the aroma of freshly brewed Arabica.
As I poured her a mug, Shwetha asked me to point blank, “What was that? Putting it in my ass and then using a condom in the morning?” I asked her, “Well, would you be willing for some surprises next time you miss your periods?”
Shwetha kept the mug aside and gave me a long, tight hug. As she broke our embrace, she looked me in the eyes and told me, “I won’t say thanks but I am glad I plugged my iPod in your car audio.”
Shwetha left my house that day. We had a few more encounters over the next few months. She accepted an onsite opportunity, and that was the end of our lusty dalliances.
I hope you liked the finale to this series of events. I tried my best to stay as true to what actually happened. As they say, the best stories are the ones closest to the truth, so be it.
Your comments and responses are very welcome. I feel encouraged to share the next story of another of my forbidden experiences. Bonjour, till then!