SAMANTHA'S SLUT ADVENTURES CH. 01 PART-1
The two of them were intertwined on the bed like serpents in the stage of sexual union – inseparable and not a speck of clothing was visible on the two though a pile could be seen on the other of the twin bed – the two were making use of the other side where the man fucked the woman gorging his prick into her ass and mouth and then the cunt ferociously and eagerly and was a satiated man.
Finally he had fucked her and fucked 5 times that night and was wondering what will his family – his parents brother and sister think of him and this – the sounds and yells and yelps were too loud to stay within the 4 walls of the room even if it happened to be on the top floor and the only room with the entire household based out of the floors below.
The man was Chaitanya and the woman he had just enjoyed fucking was his wife of 2 weeks Samantha – people loved to call her Samantha Ruth Prabhu but we will call her Samantha.
True to the name she was an exceedingly beautiful woman fairly tall – sorry pretty tall at 5 feet 8 inches for a South Indian and dusky but not dark, wheatish skin and round eyes ,long straight and sensuous nose and high cheeks and overall a skinny but extremely sexy and beautiful 23 years old woman who became Chaitanya's bride recently , they had got married in a traditional manner and Chaitanya and her family and their friends relatives numbering 200-250 attended the wedding.
Soon after they packed off the couple on their honey moon to Mauritius and it took 5 days of trial and error for Chaitanya to get his prick to enter his bride in her pussy but once he was done with that
– it did not wait longer to ream her in the ass and make her suck his dick with impunity of a man possessed to salvage the misogynistic pride of being on 'top' of the woman.
He was doing what he thought was his way of getting pleasure – it was this moment which terrified and worried Samantha – he did not love the sex – he tortured the sex and the act which went with it, she cried alone and very alone – she did not accept this level of impunity and discredited behavior in bed from her handsome husband.
She did not know him before marriage but was in touch with him and had met him many times once the marriage got fixed around 4 months ago and every occasion he was eager to molest her pinch her and do anything and everything physical and sexual, she liked all that aggression hoping to see some real 'action' in bed from him and was a bit worried that he wanted a 'virgin' and to see 'blood' seeping on the white 'honeymoon' bedsheet.
She was no lame innocent woman – though only 21, Samantha had dalliances with men before marriage and there were couple of occasions where a few interludes did take place and resulted in sexual copulation – so this eagerness to bust her 'hymen' left her worried but not much, it was not as if her cunt had lost its elasticity and she knew how to 'nip' the 'prick' and all that resulted in the 'man'.
The self-deified misogynist failing to penetrate the woman for a period of time and finally she relaxed and let him in with ease which allowed him the trust but failed to please her, he did not touch her breasts, suck them tickle her pussy finger her holes nothing – he was interested in just the prick entering the pussy.
Soon Samantha was pregnant and a mother to a bubbly boy and sex life went into oblivion. Chaitanya and his 'wild' ways in bed were apparent once in a week slowly a month and now even longer and as soon as the young child was a year plus, sex started to creep up the legs into the vortex of her being, Samantha who was a bewitching beauty started to notice the vacuum and lack of sex and its effects on the young woman was tremendous, she was not unmindful of the chances to 'stray' outside but was afraid of the 'adultery' tag but the problem kept growing.
Chaitanya and his work with no exercise and total submission to 'sedentary' life made things more and more difficult – the sex life did not improve and once when she took the cudgels and risk to lure him, he termed it 'sluttish' and 'depraved' on her part to demand sex, sex was a man's prerogative and a woman should 'submit' and not 'demand', that sealed Chaitanya's fate.
She was sure that this man was the soul mate was not a 'hole mate' – and that was seriously a matter of sincere concern.
Time flew by and it was six years since the marriage, the young boy her son was 4-1/2 years old and she was 26 year of age now and they were staying in Vizag and had nice neighbors – one of the apartments on the same floor was occupied by a middle aged man who had 2 daughters(twins) and a son - and one of the daughters Tamanna was married recently a month ago.
Samantha and Chaitanya were invited to the wedding – it was cool, they belonged to the same caste and community and Tamanna soon became a good friend of Samantha – all the more since they were to stay in the same building, Tamanna's husband Suresh was an Engineer and worked at the Shipyard and took a flat in the same building – reason his parents were far away in MP and Tamanna was insistent they stay close to her parents. Gradually Tamanna confided a lot with Samantha and one day told her about her first cousin Amar who had taken her cherry a couple of years when both the cousins were attending the wedding of a relative in Kakinada a town close to Vizag.
Amar just turned 19 that time and she was 21 a virgin and both were hot for each other and one day while coming into his room to return a shirt of his from the laundry she was a witness to his naked body – he was watching a porn lying naked on the bed and fondling his prick – and the 'tool' was long thick and very shining and stood straight tall like a tower.
She was amazed looking at it and the way he just let his fingers graze the contours and slide the looped finger down the long rod top to down, her mouth started to water and she dropped his shirt on the chair close by and ran way – he had noticed her from the mirror on the almirah in front and enjoyed her 'predicament'.
He was waiting for a day to go beyond just feeling her warm body and squeezing her boobs and fingering her which she had never objected and wouldn't have to even a fuck but Amar did not venture on that path –he was worried about the relationship and was not sure if it was right to 'indulge' right away – he was already guilty of the sexual liaison he had established with his 'blood' aunt Trisha last year – whom he had fucked luxuriously 6 times over two days while he and his parents and sisters were visiting his grandparents place at their hometown near to Vizag.
She had seduced him well and reason was the same – could not keep herself away from his alluring long prick and at the first opportunity took it between her legs and gave Amar her pussy and ass in those 2 days across the 6 intercourse sessions.
There was something about Tamanna and her face and manner and body that instantly made Amar want to fuck her mouth.
She was good-looking in a slightly fleshy sort of way. Yet somehow, beneath her middle-class exterior, she managed to exude an enormous sex-appeal.
Her skin was utterly clear and smooth, totally devoid of even the minute hair that marks the skin of so many women. Her lips were full, slightly pouting, and the eyes small and dark, set wide and deep. The nose was full and two lines curved down her face from the middle of her nose, giving a slightly down-turned look to her mouth.
Tamanna his cousin had long hair, down to her fleshy buttocks. Her jaw was well-defined, the face oval with a delectable cleft in her chin.
Her breasts were full and heavy and big, thrusting proudly out of the blouses beneath the pallu's of the sari's she always wore. The blouses were invariably cut in deep V-necks, the sari slung low, well below the fair, creamy spread of her slightly protuberant belly.
She preferred translucent sari's that afforded a good glimpse of her dark and deep and inviting cleavage. Her buttocks were luscious, spreading erotically, yet not too big and, thanks to the incessant lectual exercise, finely tuned and taut.
She was in his bedroom at Kakinada in their relative's house who had all gone out for now. He smiled gently and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She smelled sweet and slightly musky, erotic.
His hands slid up from her waist, over her luscious breasts, cupping them gently. She shivered in pleasure as his fingers trickled into the deep V neck of the blouse, caressing the slopes of her breasts. He slid the sari off her shoulder, caressing her belly.
I want to suck your cock, she said softly. I want your cum in my mouth.
Surprised and taken aback Amar nodded. Tamanna smiled gently, and began to strip him. He leaned back against the desk and closed his eyes, letting her draw the tensions of the day out of him in her inimitable fashion.
Even limp, his cock was massive, as thick and long as most other men erect. She loved him, his enormous cock, his magnificent body, his generous lovemaking. She had innumerable lovers, but none of them could make her feel as Amar did.
She unwound her sari and dropped her petticoat, standing before him only in her blouse. She flicked open all the buttons except the last, her breasts straining at the blouse, stretching it wide open, her breasts almost fully revealed to his hungry gaze.
The unmarried but to be soon married cousin was tasting her premarital cock making sure she was not losing out on the pleasures of sex before marriage and that too with her own beloved cousin, she bent her head and, with her fingers encircling the hilt of his cock, without rolling back his foreskin, gently sucked on just the very tip of his penis, taking only the forefront of his cock-head into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled erotically about his foreskin, flicking it this way and that and she tried to roll it back with her tongue. The sensation was extraordinary, and he gasped, crying out aloud. Her mouth was warm and moist, gentle yet insistent. His cock began to swell and thicken, growing hot and hard in her mouth. She sucked the tip of his penis relentlessly, till he was erect and hard. She stopped and looked up at him, smiling in pleasure. He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering with lust.
In an intensely erotic motion, she dragged her tongue down the upper side of his cock-shaft and through the dark fuzz of his pubic hair, rising slightly on her knees. His belly rippled with excitement and she swirled her tongue through his navel. Her breasts pressed against his thighs. She took his throbbing tool in her hand and guided it into the deep channel of her cleavage, between her breasts and under her blouse.
The sensation was exquisite. Her warm, fleshy, slightly sweaty breasts enveloped his tool in a taut sheath, her breasts squeezed by the tightness of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders and began to move her torso slowly, jerking his cock between her breasts, swaying slowly from side to side and up and down so that his cock-shaft pressed hard against her breasts, rasping against her nipples and the blouse material.
She raked her fingernails gently up and down his thighs and over his balls. He looked down at her mesmerized. Her lips were parted, her nostrils flared and she was breathing heavily with excitement. She lifted the cock out of her breast-sheath and lasciviously caressed her cheeks and lips with it. She leaned away from him, releasing his cock slowly, almost reluctantly.
Turn around, she commanded softly.
Amar obeyed, turning his back to her and leaning forward on his desk, his buttocks thrust back at her face. Kneeling behind him, Tamanna began to lick and kiss the back of his thighs and buttocks, teething them gently. She pressed her teeth against his buttocks and he squirmed in delight. She reached around for his tool, gently rolling it between open palms like a long sausage, jerking it back and forth slowly. At the same time, her tongue snaked into the crack between his buttocks, questing for his anus. Her cousin meant a lot to her and she was longing for this sexual unison for quite a while now and he was her ultimate desire in bed and this was a dream for her coming true.
He shuffled his legs further apart and eased his torso down onto the desk. Reaching behind him, he clawed his buttocks open. Her tongue swirled around the puckered flesh of his anus and she moaned softly in pleasure. It tasted musky and erotic. His sphincter spasm as her tongue tip pressed insistently at it, then yielded and he gasped as she pressed her tongue into his asshole. He groaned softly, his hips trembling, his cock throbbing. His loins blazed with lust heat.
He felt her fingertip at his anus and he tensed. She pressed it firmly forward and he moaned and let her slide it into his ass. She held her fingertip inside his anus and drew her tongue downward. Her soft face and lips slid between his buttocks and thighs, her fingertip still locked in his asshole.
Gently, she lapped at his balls, examining their contours with her tongue, taking their loaded weight between her lips. Her lips parted and he groaned in pure joy as she began to suckle on the orbs gently, one by one, then both together. Fire roiled up in his belly and his balls ached for release.
She continued to torment him. She bent her head, drawing her long tasseled plait before her, and slid it up between his legs, winding her hair and the black and silver-shot tassels around his tool. Now she began to move her finger in his butt, twisting it round and round and in and out.
She frigged his cock slowly, simultaneously sucking his balls. He felt as though he was being devoured.
Oh God yes, he gasped. Yeh ... that's so good ... yes ...
Her head moved lower and he gasped again as her warm, moist lips found his cock-tip again, sucking gently on it, her tongue playing with his cock-head once more. Her head was between his thighs arched way back like a suckling calf. He could see the valley of her breasts, shining with his pre-cum gunk.
Slowly, she pulled her finger out of his ass and he gasped at the release of tension. He moved to turn around, but she forced him to remain as he was. She turned around and shuffled backwards between his thighs, her head tilted back. She lifted her long black and gold necklace and pressed it with a fingertip to ass once more. He groaned in pleasure and yielded. Gently, she slid her necklace into his asshole.
He cried out, his face contorting as he felt the small, hard beads squeeze into his rear channel. She took his shaft in her fist and gently rolled back his foreskin. Her mouth was still maddeningly distant from his cock, driving him wild as her hot breath and fiery tongue flickered serpentine across his throbbing cock-head.
C'mon Tamanna my cousin whore! Suck it! Suck my cock! he cried hoarsely.
She kissed his cock-head, and held her lips there. He waited, trembling and tense. Her lips parted, and her tongue met his cock-head. Her lips slid down, her tongue winding round and round his cock-head. Lower and lower went her lips, her tongue trying to pry open the slit in his cock-head, making him gasp and groan.
At last, she began to suck his swollen, throbbing penis. Her mouth was warm and sticky moist, sucking sharply on his tool. He gasped loudly and she began to frig his butt, sliding her necklace in and out of his cock with her fingertip. His sphincter convulsed and instantly, she thrust the twin strands in deeper, taking even more of his cock into her mouth and sucking hungrily on it dragging her head lower onto his tool and left it there.
OHH Tamanna uhhhhh yes ... uhhhh yeh ohhh god yes ... ohhh that's good ... mmmm yes ... do it cunt ... yes ... do it! He cried.
His hips swung and gyrated, pumped back and forth, up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing on her finger. He thrust a hand down and held her head, jerking it hard back and forth, fucking her face. She took it smoothly, not missing a beat, her tongue and lips encasing his rod firmly. He bent his head and looked down and saw that she was masturbating, one hand between her leg, jerking a finger in and out of her cunt, her hips lurching and writhing. Her cheeks billowed with his size.
He began to fuck her mouth harder, his hips plunging back and forth, thrusting the gorged, bursting, dark cock in and out of her distended mouth, going faster and faster, faster and faster. Her head moved rapidly back and forth, snapping furiously between his legs and she began to frig his ass harder, her finger jerking in and out to the knuckle.
He felt his sperm roil up from his balls. She sensed it, too and timed it beautifully. At the very last moment, she jerked her head back, lips wide, tongue under his cock-head. The backward jerk of her neck snapped her necklace out of his anus and his head arched and he gasped loudly and came, shooting hot jizz over her tongue, deep into her mouth, straight down her throat and over her face and into her deep cleavage. Tamanna moaned softly and swallowed it all.
The two of them were intertwined on the bed like serpents in the stage of sexual union – inseparable and not a speck of clothing was visible on the two though a pile could be seen on the other of the twin bed – the two were making use of the other side where the man fucked the woman gorging his prick into her ass and mouth and then the cunt ferociously and eagerly and was a satiated man.
Finally he had fucked her and fucked 5 times that night and was wondering what will his family – his parents brother and sister think of him and this – the sounds and yells and yelps were too loud to stay within the 4 walls of the room even if it happened to be on the top floor and the only room with the entire household based out of the floors below.
The man was Chaitanya and the woman he had just enjoyed fucking was his wife of 2 weeks Samantha – people loved to call her Samantha Ruth Prabhu but we will call her Samantha.
True to the name she was an exceedingly beautiful woman fairly tall – sorry pretty tall at 5 feet 8 inches for a South Indian and dusky but not dark, wheatish skin and round eyes ,long straight and sensuous nose and high cheeks and overall a skinny but extremely sexy and beautiful 23 years old woman who became Chaitanya's bride recently , they had got married in a traditional manner and Chaitanya and her family and their friends relatives numbering 200-250 attended the wedding.
Soon after they packed off the couple on their honey moon to Mauritius and it took 5 days of trial and error for Chaitanya to get his prick to enter his bride in her pussy but once he was done with that
– it did not wait longer to ream her in the ass and make her suck his dick with impunity of a man possessed to salvage the misogynistic pride of being on 'top' of the woman.
He was doing what he thought was his way of getting pleasure – it was this moment which terrified and worried Samantha – he did not love the sex – he tortured the sex and the act which went with it, she cried alone and very alone – she did not accept this level of impunity and discredited behavior in bed from her handsome husband.
She did not know him before marriage but was in touch with him and had met him many times once the marriage got fixed around 4 months ago and every occasion he was eager to molest her pinch her and do anything and everything physical and sexual, she liked all that aggression hoping to see some real 'action' in bed from him and was a bit worried that he wanted a 'virgin' and to see 'blood' seeping on the white 'honeymoon' bedsheet.
She was no lame innocent woman – though only 21, Samantha had dalliances with men before marriage and there were couple of occasions where a few interludes did take place and resulted in sexual copulation – so this eagerness to bust her 'hymen' left her worried but not much, it was not as if her cunt had lost its elasticity and she knew how to 'nip' the 'prick' and all that resulted in the 'man'.
The self-deified misogynist failing to penetrate the woman for a period of time and finally she relaxed and let him in with ease which allowed him the trust but failed to please her, he did not touch her breasts, suck them tickle her pussy finger her holes nothing – he was interested in just the prick entering the pussy.
Soon Samantha was pregnant and a mother to a bubbly boy and sex life went into oblivion. Chaitanya and his 'wild' ways in bed were apparent once in a week slowly a month and now even longer and as soon as the young child was a year plus, sex started to creep up the legs into the vortex of her being, Samantha who was a bewitching beauty started to notice the vacuum and lack of sex and its effects on the young woman was tremendous, she was not unmindful of the chances to 'stray' outside but was afraid of the 'adultery' tag but the problem kept growing.
Chaitanya and his work with no exercise and total submission to 'sedentary' life made things more and more difficult – the sex life did not improve and once when she took the cudgels and risk to lure him, he termed it 'sluttish' and 'depraved' on her part to demand sex, sex was a man's prerogative and a woman should 'submit' and not 'demand', that sealed Chaitanya's fate.
She was sure that this man was the soul mate was not a 'hole mate' – and that was seriously a matter of sincere concern.
Time flew by and it was six years since the marriage, the young boy her son was 4-1/2 years old and she was 26 year of age now and they were staying in Vizag and had nice neighbors – one of the apartments on the same floor was occupied by a middle aged man who had 2 daughters(twins) and a son - and one of the daughters Tamanna was married recently a month ago.
Samantha and Chaitanya were invited to the wedding – it was cool, they belonged to the same caste and community and Tamanna soon became a good friend of Samantha – all the more since they were to stay in the same building, Tamanna's husband Suresh was an Engineer and worked at the Shipyard and took a flat in the same building – reason his parents were far away in MP and Tamanna was insistent they stay close to her parents. Gradually Tamanna confided a lot with Samantha and one day told her about her first cousin Amar who had taken her cherry a couple of years when both the cousins were attending the wedding of a relative in Kakinada a town close to Vizag.
Amar just turned 19 that time and she was 21 a virgin and both were hot for each other and one day while coming into his room to return a shirt of his from the laundry she was a witness to his naked body – he was watching a porn lying naked on the bed and fondling his prick – and the 'tool' was long thick and very shining and stood straight tall like a tower.
She was amazed looking at it and the way he just let his fingers graze the contours and slide the looped finger down the long rod top to down, her mouth started to water and she dropped his shirt on the chair close by and ran way – he had noticed her from the mirror on the almirah in front and enjoyed her 'predicament'.
He was waiting for a day to go beyond just feeling her warm body and squeezing her boobs and fingering her which she had never objected and wouldn't have to even a fuck but Amar did not venture on that path –he was worried about the relationship and was not sure if it was right to 'indulge' right away – he was already guilty of the sexual liaison he had established with his 'blood' aunt Trisha last year – whom he had fucked luxuriously 6 times over two days while he and his parents and sisters were visiting his grandparents place at their hometown near to Vizag.
She had seduced him well and reason was the same – could not keep herself away from his alluring long prick and at the first opportunity took it between her legs and gave Amar her pussy and ass in those 2 days across the 6 intercourse sessions.
There was something about Tamanna and her face and manner and body that instantly made Amar want to fuck her mouth.
She was good-looking in a slightly fleshy sort of way. Yet somehow, beneath her middle-class exterior, she managed to exude an enormous sex-appeal.
Her skin was utterly clear and smooth, totally devoid of even the minute hair that marks the skin of so many women. Her lips were full, slightly pouting, and the eyes small and dark, set wide and deep. The nose was full and two lines curved down her face from the middle of her nose, giving a slightly down-turned look to her mouth.
Tamanna his cousin had long hair, down to her fleshy buttocks. Her jaw was well-defined, the face oval with a delectable cleft in her chin.
Her breasts were full and heavy and big, thrusting proudly out of the blouses beneath the pallu's of the sari's she always wore. The blouses were invariably cut in deep V-necks, the sari slung low, well below the fair, creamy spread of her slightly protuberant belly.
She preferred translucent sari's that afforded a good glimpse of her dark and deep and inviting cleavage. Her buttocks were luscious, spreading erotically, yet not too big and, thanks to the incessant lectual exercise, finely tuned and taut.
She was in his bedroom at Kakinada in their relative's house who had all gone out for now. He smiled gently and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She smelled sweet and slightly musky, erotic.
His hands slid up from her waist, over her luscious breasts, cupping them gently. She shivered in pleasure as his fingers trickled into the deep V neck of the blouse, caressing the slopes of her breasts. He slid the sari off her shoulder, caressing her belly.
I want to suck your cock, she said softly. I want your cum in my mouth.
Surprised and taken aback Amar nodded. Tamanna smiled gently, and began to strip him. He leaned back against the desk and closed his eyes, letting her draw the tensions of the day out of him in her inimitable fashion.
Even limp, his cock was massive, as thick and long as most other men erect. She loved him, his enormous cock, his magnificent body, his generous lovemaking. She had innumerable lovers, but none of them could make her feel as Amar did.
She unwound her sari and dropped her petticoat, standing before him only in her blouse. She flicked open all the buttons except the last, her breasts straining at the blouse, stretching it wide open, her breasts almost fully revealed to his hungry gaze.
The unmarried but to be soon married cousin was tasting her premarital cock making sure she was not losing out on the pleasures of sex before marriage and that too with her own beloved cousin, she bent her head and, with her fingers encircling the hilt of his cock, without rolling back his foreskin, gently sucked on just the very tip of his penis, taking only the forefront of his cock-head into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled erotically about his foreskin, flicking it this way and that and she tried to roll it back with her tongue. The sensation was extraordinary, and he gasped, crying out aloud. Her mouth was warm and moist, gentle yet insistent. His cock began to swell and thicken, growing hot and hard in her mouth. She sucked the tip of his penis relentlessly, till he was erect and hard. She stopped and looked up at him, smiling in pleasure. He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering with lust.
In an intensely erotic motion, she dragged her tongue down the upper side of his cock-shaft and through the dark fuzz of his pubic hair, rising slightly on her knees. His belly rippled with excitement and she swirled her tongue through his navel. Her breasts pressed against his thighs. She took his throbbing tool in her hand and guided it into the deep channel of her cleavage, between her breasts and under her blouse.
The sensation was exquisite. Her warm, fleshy, slightly sweaty breasts enveloped his tool in a taut sheath, her breasts squeezed by the tightness of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders and began to move her torso slowly, jerking his cock between her breasts, swaying slowly from side to side and up and down so that his cock-shaft pressed hard against her breasts, rasping against her nipples and the blouse material.
She raked her fingernails gently up and down his thighs and over his balls. He looked down at her mesmerized. Her lips were parted, her nostrils flared and she was breathing heavily with excitement. She lifted the cock out of her breast-sheath and lasciviously caressed her cheeks and lips with it. She leaned away from him, releasing his cock slowly, almost reluctantly.
Turn around, she commanded softly.
Amar obeyed, turning his back to her and leaning forward on his desk, his buttocks thrust back at her face. Kneeling behind him, Tamanna began to lick and kiss the back of his thighs and buttocks, teething them gently. She pressed her teeth against his buttocks and he squirmed in delight. She reached around for his tool, gently rolling it between open palms like a long sausage, jerking it back and forth slowly. At the same time, her tongue snaked into the crack between his buttocks, questing for his anus. Her cousin meant a lot to her and she was longing for this sexual unison for quite a while now and he was her ultimate desire in bed and this was a dream for her coming true.
He shuffled his legs further apart and eased his torso down onto the desk. Reaching behind him, he clawed his buttocks open. Her tongue swirled around the puckered flesh of his anus and she moaned softly in pleasure. It tasted musky and erotic. His sphincter spasm as her tongue tip pressed insistently at it, then yielded and he gasped as she pressed her tongue into his asshole. He groaned softly, his hips trembling, his cock throbbing. His loins blazed with lust heat.
He felt her fingertip at his anus and he tensed. She pressed it firmly forward and he moaned and let her slide it into his ass. She held her fingertip inside his anus and drew her tongue downward. Her soft face and lips slid between his buttocks and thighs, her fingertip still locked in his asshole.
Gently, she lapped at his balls, examining their contours with her tongue, taking their loaded weight between her lips. Her lips parted and he groaned in pure joy as she began to suckle on the orbs gently, one by one, then both together. Fire roiled up in his belly and his balls ached for release.
She continued to torment him. She bent her head, drawing her long tasseled plait before her, and slid it up between his legs, winding her hair and the black and silver-shot tassels around his tool. Now she began to move her finger in his butt, twisting it round and round and in and out.
She frigged his cock slowly, simultaneously sucking his balls. He felt as though he was being devoured.
Oh God yes, he gasped. Yeh ... that's so good ... yes ...
Her head moved lower and he gasped again as her warm, moist lips found his cock-tip again, sucking gently on it, her tongue playing with his cock-head once more. Her head was between his thighs arched way back like a suckling calf. He could see the valley of her breasts, shining with his pre-cum gunk.
Slowly, she pulled her finger out of his ass and he gasped at the release of tension. He moved to turn around, but she forced him to remain as he was. She turned around and shuffled backwards between his thighs, her head tilted back. She lifted her long black and gold necklace and pressed it with a fingertip to ass once more. He groaned in pleasure and yielded. Gently, she slid her necklace into his asshole.
He cried out, his face contorting as he felt the small, hard beads squeeze into his rear channel. She took his shaft in her fist and gently rolled back his foreskin. Her mouth was still maddeningly distant from his cock, driving him wild as her hot breath and fiery tongue flickered serpentine across his throbbing cock-head.
C'mon Tamanna my cousin whore! Suck it! Suck my cock! he cried hoarsely.
She kissed his cock-head, and held her lips there. He waited, trembling and tense. Her lips parted, and her tongue met his cock-head. Her lips slid down, her tongue winding round and round his cock-head. Lower and lower went her lips, her tongue trying to pry open the slit in his cock-head, making him gasp and groan.
At last, she began to suck his swollen, throbbing penis. Her mouth was warm and sticky moist, sucking sharply on his tool. He gasped loudly and she began to frig his butt, sliding her necklace in and out of his cock with her fingertip. His sphincter convulsed and instantly, she thrust the twin strands in deeper, taking even more of his cock into her mouth and sucking hungrily on it dragging her head lower onto his tool and left it there.
OHH Tamanna uhhhhh yes ... uhhhh yeh ohhh god yes ... ohhh that's good ... mmmm yes ... do it cunt ... yes ... do it! He cried.
His hips swung and gyrated, pumped back and forth, up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing on her finger. He thrust a hand down and held her head, jerking it hard back and forth, fucking her face. She took it smoothly, not missing a beat, her tongue and lips encasing his rod firmly. He bent his head and looked down and saw that she was masturbating, one hand between her leg, jerking a finger in and out of her cunt, her hips lurching and writhing. Her cheeks billowed with his size.
He began to fuck her mouth harder, his hips plunging back and forth, thrusting the gorged, bursting, dark cock in and out of her distended mouth, going faster and faster, faster and faster. Her head moved rapidly back and forth, snapping furiously between his legs and she began to frig his ass harder, her finger jerking in and out to the knuckle.
He felt his sperm roil up from his balls. She sensed it, too and timed it beautifully. At the very last moment, she jerked her head back, lips wide, tongue under his cock-head. The backward jerk of her neck snapped her necklace out of his anus and his head arched and he gasped loudly and came, shooting hot jizz over her tongue, deep into her mouth, straight down her throat and over her face and into her deep cleavage. Tamanna moaned softly and swallowed it all.
