Indian Wife & Second Encounter

Reflexively she gripped her fingers around him tightly. Somewhere in her foggy mind she knew she held a large cock in her hand; it felt warm and rock hard, throbbing and twitching slightly against her soft palm. Her instincts told her to roll the foreskin back and to pump the velvety sensitive flesh, so she did . . . gliding her fingers up and down and feeling the ridges and contours of the veiny shaft.

His breathing was ragged and his stomach tensed as she jacked the flesh of his cock. He continued to lap between her legs hungrily. One long finger found her soggy opening and pressed deep inside, causing her churning hips to jerk off the cushion. Her hand tightened around his swelling shaft, and the fingers of her other hand tangled in his hair and pressed his head urgently against her squirming mound. Suddenly she cried out, jerking almost completely up off the couch until only the top of her head and her curled toes remained in place. Her tortured sex seemed to explode around his mouth with contraction after contraction sending deep waves of rapture flowing throughout her shaking body.

A soft, low moan escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered shut as she trembled with mounting desire. She could feel the last of her defenses drifting and melting away with his knowing touch and she couldn't help wondering as to how on earth a man like Bhavu had such perfect knowledge about a woman's orgasms.

He listened to her pant and whimper as he touched and prodded her pink folds, knowing she was getting close to going off again. He purposely avoided contact with her neglected clit, challenging himself to make her come without the easy trigger.

Simran's heart pounded and she fought to drag deep breaths into her scalding lungs. The overheated young wife was dizzy and she could feel strong contractions beginning to build up from her very core. Bhavu shifted lower on the couch, but she did not notice. His cock moved down past the cheeks of her perfect bottom and brushed against the back of her smooth thigh. The blunt, helmet-shaped head pressed insistently against her juncture, and her weary legs moved apart.

While one hand continued to stroke and finger her, his other hand reached down and grasped his straining cock. 'You are probably needing some kind of release from the intense sensations you are feeling now, correct?' he asked, as he positioned his pole at her entrance.

She nodded her head dumbly; there was a rushing sound in her ears and she felt almost feverish. Behind her, Bhavu flicked his hips forward and pressed the blunt head between her swollen lips. Simran groaned and pushed back against him to hasten his entry. All pretense of protest were gone now for her. All she desired was to be filled completely and to find the sweet release of her climax.

But Bhavu was not quite ready to give into her. ' Last time I could not give you as much pleasure as possible because sir, your husband, was angry. There is nothing like it if a husband cooperates, the way I do when somebody fucks Lakshmi. Believe me, it is mindblowing. Anyway, feel how partial entry only brings partial relief and makes you or for that matter any female want more,' he commented. Then he pushed only the tip of his thick shaft into her. Pausing there, he listened to her give a little whimper. His fingers continued to tease against her slippery lips, but he still avoided her clit. Gradually he began to move the head of his cock around her opening a little without pushing any farther inside. Simran tried to grind back against him unsuccessfully, and she bit her lower lip softly in frustration. 'Mem Sahib, relax! I just want to prolong your pleasure. Please notice how gradual entry changes your direct response,' he said calmly.

Simran moaned and waited for him to push up into her, but he did not move for a moment. At last he started to slide slowly into her. She held her breath as his thick, round shaft eased forward inch by inch. Her strong inner muscles gripped around him tightly, almost pulling his rod up into her steamy tunnel.

One of his hands reached up and massaged her breast. She could feel the soft, quivering flesh getting wet with her own juices. Arching her back, she crushed her tit against his fingers as they rolled and tweaked her turgid nipple. Her climax continued to build up as he pushed his cock deeper inside, and she wiggled her taut, round bottom back against his flat abdomen.

Finally he was fully inside her, buried to the hilt in her clutching wetness. 'Now that you have again experienced the satisfaction of full entry, I suddenly realized that this is something I shouldn't do.' he said, as he started to pull his length back away from her.

Her eyes flew open when she realized what he was planning. Afraid he was going to take his wonderful cock out of her again, she heard herself say, 'No, please!' With her sphincter muscles, she tried to grip him tighter inside to keep him in place.

'All right, if you insist.' Bhavu chuckled immediately pushing back deep inside her in one motion, then he pulled back partially and slammed back again. Simran threw her head back against his shoulder as the waves of her orgasm continued to crescendo within her. She shook and trembled when he began to thrust in and out with long smooth strokes.

As he fucked her with easy strokes, his fingers at long last pushed down and found the fleshy hood of her throbbing little bud. Grasping the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, he gently rolled it back and forth, around and around, until she could stand it no longer.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened wide but no sound came out. Blinding light flashed in her head and her petite body convulsed in a series or orgasms, each stronger than the last. She clutched and grabbed desperately at the cushion beneath her, and every sleek muscle seemed to strain and freeze up.

Kneeling behind her, Bhavu began to quicken the pace of his strokes, driving solid and deep each time. A soft sheen of sweat covered both bodies as they rocked together in unison. The moisture caused Simran's hands to become slippery and one particularly vicious thrust suddenly forced her off the bed. Gasping, her eyes snapped open and she clawed out with a rush of adrenaline to break her short fall. Her fingers twisted into the soft carpet and planted there.

Watching and realizing she had recovered from the slip, Bhavu resumed his assault on her frayed senses. His fingers kept up the sadistic little game of tweaking her hypersensitive clitoris, while his hips pounded again and again with increasing speed and power against her rippling buttocks. Each savage thrust plowed his impressive cock deep into her tunnel, pushing the cock up against her cervix.

Holding her by both the breasts, Bhavu helped her come back to the bed, all the while ensuring the cock remained within the tight grip of her pussy.

Her head dropped down and her long, silky hair fanned out across the bedsheet. Simran's swaying breasts and burning nipples scraped and slid across the soft fabric. Each time Bhavu twisted her secret button she would respond by grinding her ass back against him. Another in a long string of crashing orgasm was quickly building and ready to consume her.

It had been quite some time and Bhavu himself was rapidly approaching his own release. Grunting and sweating, he strained at his pleasurable work. His hard buttocks flexed and hollowed as he hammered away, feeling their slick flesh slap together faster and faster. His bloated balls swung heavy between his legs, ready to spray his molten seed in her furthest depths. He waited until her constant cries rose to the level that he knew could only mean she was having another wild orgasm. Then, while her tunnel pulsed and twitched around his pistoning shaft, he groaned out one last comment to her: 'And this is what we call a shared climax,' he hissed through clenched teeth.

Her eyes flew open and Simran tried to scream out in ecstasy when she felt him grip her hips firmly and slam into her one last time. But there was no sound from her parched throat. White-hot fluid rocketed into her with a powerful blast that triggered yet another numbing orgasm. Gasping, her body fully spent, she collapsed and fell away from him, sliding completely onto the bed. His cock reluctantly slipped from her slit with an obscene, wet smacking sound . . .his come seeped from her opening.

'Now, wasn't that good?' he asked a wicked smile playing on his lips.

Simran remained quiet for a while relishing the mindblowing orgasms she had just been treated to.

'I think you should leave.' She said briefly after a while.

'Sure, Mem Sahib. Why not? You have not been cooperative but your body has behaved very well. Anyway, I will go if you promise to help me live one of my fantasies.'

Simran realized that Bhavu was good only when he was busy fucking; otherwise he was a trifle irritating.

'What is it?' she snapped getting up and without realizing what she was doing, rubbed the cum that was oozing out from her pussy into her thighs.

He too got up. ' I want to fuck you and Lakshmi together.'

'Are you mad?' Simran sneered.

It was as if he did not hear. 'Tomorrow when she massages you, I will knock. Lakshmi will tell me to go away but you will call me in. You will want to see the birthmark. Then you will tell Lakshmi that her dream will come true. And don't bother. I will see to it that you get ample pleasure. I want you to lie on top of her and I want to alternate by taking one stroke in you and one in her. I am sure you will like it if you get rid of your prejudices.'

'Please, why?' she protested.

'Tomorrow or I will be nasty and you will realize that I can be very unpleasant as well. Don't make me threaten you. I don't like it.' He said menacingly and as he was about to leave, he came close to her, caught hold of her ass cheeks with both hands, pulled them up so that she was on her toes. He then ensured that her nick nipples were on his, while his cock brushed against the prickly hair of her pussy lips.

He thrust his tongue inside her and muttered. ' You are really sexy.' His hands all the time kneading her ass and his fingers gradually brushing against her ass hole.

'Actually there is nothing more pleasant than watching your own reflection sucking somebody's cock.' Bhavu said as he led Simran towards the dressing table. ' But before that let me examine you. Okay , stretch your arms overhead. Let me examine you. No hair under the arms, nice, very nice. A Mangalsutra in your neck. Good earrings. A diamond nose pin. A golden girdle around your waist, very expensive, no! But nice. Turn around. Oh nothing in your asshole. All it needs is a tight slap. Turn around again. Glass bangles on one wrist and gold one in the other along with a watch. And a combination of silver anklets and chain along with small toe rings. Nice red nail polish on your hands and toes. Now before I leave I want to give you the pleasure of watching yourself bringing me to orgasm.'

Simran was at a loss for words. This time it was lasting longer than it did the last time. Not only that Bhavu appeared to be far more relaxed. Firstly because she had gone to him; and secondly his wife was not there and neither was her husband.

'Why feel uncomfortable? An added advantage is that you will get to taste your own juices. This dilly dallying is something I don't understand about women' Bhavu sounded exasperated.

'Okay! I will give you oral. You must however not forget our relations. You are married and so am I. My husband will of course not like it and well, I am afraid that Lakshmi might lose the respect she has for me.' Simran said firmly.

Bhavu sniggered ' Never mind Lakshmi. When I fuck both of you together, she will in fact appreciate it. Now don't delay.'

Then, without warning, she opened her mouth wide and first her lips rolled the foreskin of his not-erect cock back and then they gulped the head of his shaft . As Bhavu fondled her sensitive tits and nipples, Simran forced herself to swallow every bit of his cock ,her lush lips brushed against his hairy base while her fingers involuntarily and gently busily played with his balls. Bhavu's happy moans and groans made sweet background music with Simran's lusty slurping sounds. She trembled as excitement engulfed her. What was she doing? It was one thing being fucked forcefully but here she was performing oral willingly.

There was nothing like the sensation of having his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. And she couldn't ignore the exquisite pleasure Bhavu was giving her as he expertly caressed her tits. The big round circle formed by her lips squeezed against the cock as she began moving her head back and forth, keeping in time with the gentle rocking of his hips, moving forwards and backwards a little further each time. His grip tightened as he began fucking her face. Simran nearly swooned with delight as Bhavu's cock nudged the back of her throat. She gulped involuntarily and readied herself for the sweet explosion of his milky cum into her mouth. She started sucking faster, furiously, not really knowing whether she wanted to swallow his heavy load or perhaps let him discharge over her bare breasts. However she was not really given the option to choose because like the last time, his fingers found their head behind her head and as he discharged in spasms, his hand held her head in a tight grip forcing her to swallow whatever his cock spat out.

Looking contented, Bhavu withdrew the cock and wiped it against her nipples.

'That was something, wasn't it?' he asked.

'Yes.' Simran smiled.

'Good that you smiled. Rest assured that my primary interest is in giving myself pleasure. Lakshmi is, good but well, who doesn't like a better pussy? I am not those types who would object to sir, your husband fucking her. When he husband misbehaved, that was a heaven sent opportunity. But while humiliating him, I could notice how you responded to proper stimuli. Be prepared for the day when I fuck the both of you together.' Bhavu seemed genuinely happy.

'I.... I still don't think it is a good idea.' Simran said in a small voice.

'If you don't agree, I will have to spread the word that I fuck you.' Bhavu's voice suddenly turned cold.

'OK.'

'Now here give me a kiss on your pussy.' Bhavu said as he thrust his tongue inside her still wet pussy. ' Ah, my own cum!' he said as he left the room leaving Simran thoroughly exhausted as she slumped in her bed for a long slumber.