Adventures with a Married Woman

A JJ Submission

Hi readers. JJ is back to entertain you with a steamy one one wild encounter with a married women. Well this is not a imagination but a pure real life adventure with a female boss that I happened to work for in my first assignment after my basic degree from Madras University. I received a call from the detective company with which I had attended an interview.

The pay for me was too little, but then I was chasing my dream and passion for investigation. After a week of induction I was put as a junior investigator and made to chase people discreetly on a two wheeler. I learnt one good lesson standing at a vantage point from morning to late hours in the night was sick. My boss happened to be a lady in her late forties with looks of nothing more than mid thirties. As I was driven by passion for investigations also having the advantage of being single made me spend nearly 14 hours a day in office or field.

My boss Preetha was 5.7 inches broad shoulders and must have been around 70 kgs. The office was on the ground floor and her residence was on the first floor Rutland Gate locality opposite to Taj in Nugambakkam Chenai. She was divorced and living alone, this gave me chance to spend late hours with her. Interacting with her on a daily basis made me to think of her and masturbate. We also dealt with post matrimonial cases which were the prime cause for me to discuss sex with her. As time passed by we became more friendly than a boss and subordinate slowly I started eating out with her and sometimes she would order food from outside and we would sip a couple of bottles of beer on the open terrace.

One day it was raining heavily pouring cats and dogs I was on a matrimonial case and when I finished and went to office that night drenched. It was the ‘D’ day for her. She gave me some towels to dry myself and made me comfortable with DSP black. The fire was ignited and we made love for the very first time and what followed was absolutely incredible. Preetha tasted wonderful and she had the most perfect body. Her breasts stood straight out and her nipples were perfect and dark. She had several orgasms that evening. It was the first time that I had ever made love to a woman who could have multiple orgasms and she had them almost continuously while I licked and sucked her pussy. I can remember every detail of her as she leaned back on the sofa with her legs parted and with me in between them. Her belly would tighten each time and she moaned softly the whole time. Her beautiful mouth and lips were slightly parted and her eyes would open and close slightly as I looked up at her. Everything about her was slightly bigger than life, but in perfect proportion.

It's hard to remember how long I licked and sucked her but finally, it was time to push her back onto the sofa and make love to her. I stood up long enough to take off my wet briefs and let my extremely hard dick free. It knew exactly where it should go. I kneeled back over her and pushed down into her. She was wet, both from me and from her own juices. I slid in easily and for a moment, just laid there, enjoying the feel of her body, her arms wrapped around me and the feeling of being inside her. She squeezed slightly and tightened around me, both inside and out. I could have laid like that for hours.

Finally, we began to move slowly together. Making love to such a tall and strong lady was a most wonderful thing. We were also both feeling the excitement of having sex for the first time with each other. Every stroke was slow and gentle and I could feel every nerve in my body and every muscle tighten. She rubbed my back and then would scrape her nails across it. Her long arms would drop to my ass and then slowly run the length of my back as we moved together.

She came several more times. Each time she would climax, we stopped so that I could feel her pussy tighten around me and pulsate. The experience was absolutely wild.

Finally, she started to cramp from so many orgasms. I pulled out and watched her stand and pull her t-shirt back on. I rolled over, not completely satisfied, but exhausted from all of this. It was late, and we both decided to go to bed. The following day, I got up fairly early. I had no idea how she would react to me. Around 8am, we ran into each other in the kitchen. I looked at Preetha, who stood at the sink and she had the biggest grin on her face. She winked at me. It was all I could do not to giggle at our shared secret.

On going on to work, Preetha tried hard to stay composed, but each time she took a breath, she started laughing. That started me laughing and we both wound up getting to the office with tears rolling down our faces. The whole experience was hysterical. We knew that we'd have to be careful without even discussing it through the laughter; we both knew that this experience would create some wonderful memories for both of us.

At the office, each time I walked by her or had to sit at her computer to make entries, I would find some way to brush against her. Once in awhile, she would moan slightly. Needless to say, I spent the entire day hard as a rock. I could hardly pee all day and certainly could think of nothing but getting a second chance at her beautiful pussy and body.

You can imagine that by the time the evening rolled around again, I was going a little bit crazy with desire to play with her again and perhaps to finally get to cum. It had been a whole 24 hours that I had been building both desires and ideas and I was beginning to ache, well, hurt from being hard for so long. I still wanted to taste more of her, though and was thrilled by the excitement, the danger and by the thought of how incredibly sexy she was.

We made plans to spend the next day together naked, alone and in and out of bed. At noon, we went to buy wine and groceries for the following day and chose lots of energy foods. Fruits, especially juicy ones, were the order of the day. I knew that they would be great fun to eat. We bought some bath salts and figured that we could spend the entire afternoon and evening jumping from the bed to the tub and back again. The planning kept me so hard that I am amazed that I didn't just explode.

I remember that night, as soon as Preetha shakily opened the door; we were back at each other. I kissed her full lips and tore at her clothes. She went back at mine at the same time. We left pieces and bits of clothing from the front door, which we did at least remember to close, all the way back to the bedroom and then onto the bed.

Now completely naked, I got to look at her lovely body. Shining skin that was soft and cared for. Beautiful hands and feet. Legs that were silky and inviting. I turned her over and just started at her strong and lovely back, my eyes working slowly down from her curly hair to her wide shoulders. I remember the curve of her shoulder blades and how her skin sloped to her beautiful spine. It was perfectly rounded and shaped and her hourglass figure was lovely. The skin shone naturally and the small of her back tipped perfectly onto a rounded ass. I started at the backs of her legs and reached to them, rubbing my hands first on one, from the back of her knee up to the crack in her ass and then back down the other leg. She moaned softly as I pushed my hand between her legs and rubbed her soft thigh.

On the return back up her leg, I pushed a bit deeper and her legs gently parted. I leaned over and kissed first one cheek and then the other and then licked slowly down the center and between her legs. The smell of her very wet pussy drew me further down between her legs. My tongue found the back of her pussy and I pushed inside it as her legs parted further. She absolutely shook with anticipation. This was not the time for teasing. Both of us had been waiting for too long. I turned her over and kissed her first, then worked my way down her body. Both of her breasts received licks and tugs on her nipples. Her breasts stood up and her nipples were full and hard. They felt so good between my teeth that I did not want to leave them, but at the same time, her stomach arched toward me and she kept pushing my shoulders down further.

Her belly button was small and puckered. I couldn't help but kiss it and stick my tongue into the slight indentation. Her stomach shook slightly and she continued pushing me down further. It seemed that every part of her body was super sensitive. She was electric in her appreciation of every kiss and touch.

Finally, I made my way to her pussy. It was beautiful. It was covered in soft, curly black hair and was large. Her legs were parted enough so that I could look at her, smell her and taste her. I wanted to memorize every bit of her, starting with that fabulous pussy. She lifted herself up to me and pushed hard at my open mouth. My tongue pushed hard into her and I actually felt her tighten and squeeze me. She came almost instantly. Her aroma filled me.

I was in heaven.

I pushed hard on her clit and licked and sucked for what seemed to be hours. She came several times and each one was strong. Finally, she pulled me away and I crawled on top of her. My dick found her entrance, which was absolutely slick by this time. I moved into her with the same slow rhythm of the first night. It seemed as though we had know each other forever. We held each other and stared into each other's eyes as we moved. I knew that the time wouldn't last forever, but I wanted this to last for as long as possible.

Finally, I felt the sensations in my stomach and I could tell that it was time. My first climax would be the very best. I moved slowly, letting the sensation spread and it was as though I could feel the cum spread from my balls and into my dick. I held it for as long as possible, pulled out of Preetha and rocked back onto my knees. She brought her hands up to my dick and touched it softly. That was enough. I came as though I'd been waiting my whole life for that instant. I shot the length of her stomach and onto her breasts for several seconds. Shock set in and I rolled over next to her, completely exhausted. We laid that way for awhile, half asleep and then finally got up to wash. I almost collapsed as I rolled onto the floor. Total and complete bliss.

We held each other up and washed each other in the bathroom. The giggling turned to raucous laughter that probably woke the neighbors. I never wanted to be out of her sight for an instant after that. Unfortunately, I had to leave the following morning and knew that some sleep was in order.

We made our way back to bed that first night and held each other. I probably didn't sleep more than five minutes as I lay there, smelling her hair and gently holding her close to me. It was the most peaceful I had ever felt.

Obviously, there must be more, but that is for another time. Time for feed back & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Devil's Desire

By: JJ

Hi readers this is your JJ back this time again with a office and matured women's desires. Actually to speak I have been longing for this type of a relationship ever since I first masturbated maybe 18 reaching the late side of thirties I still have the same wants in me well even after being blessed with a wife whose is 8 year my junior. Let me see where this wonderful dream will take me to. This story picturing is based on the Olympia IT park Eakktuthangal and by the way you can be definite to shag yourself off. Here we go..."

Hold that elevator!

"The doors were just beginning to slide shut when I heard the sound of fast-moving high heels on the lobby's marble floor, and a breathless female voice calling out to me to hold the doors.

I reached down and jammed my thumb on the 'open doors' button, just in time to prevent them from closing.

As they jerked back open again, the woman stumbled into the elevator with me:

"Thanks!" she said, " I thought I was going to break my ankle running in these heels!

"She was breathing hard, her face a little flushed, as she reached up to fix her hair. She was a good fifteen years older than me; a slim with shoulder-length hair and inviting eyes.

Brushing her hair back from her face she flashed me a smile, and the elevator started to move.

"Which floor?" I asked.

"Same as you." she replied, looking down at the button panel and seeing that I had selected '8'.I looked over at her again, studying her a little closer this time.

"Do you work for the software company as well?

I don't think i've seen you before." "Well," she explained, "I'm actually just starting this week.

I'm Smitha, the new Regional Account Manager.

" She extended her hand, eyebrows raised in an inquisitive 'and-you-are?' expression.

"Chris, Security Advisor with the Mnc at the same floor outsourced from Securitas" I said,

"Which is actually a glorified term for ' Slave'."

"Give me a shout if you need me for anything." I said as we stepped out.

"I’ll be right here playing Minesweeper and checking my email."

She winked and disappeared round the corner into her office. I sat down at my desk, switching on my computer and radio, settling in for another long day of menial office labor.

After half an hour, I got up and walked round to the coffee machine. Partly to get a cup of coffee, but mostly because the machine was located just outside Smitha's office. Placing a cup under the spout, I glanced over my shoulder, peering between the slats of the venetian blind in her window. She was hanging up her coat, and as she stood, reaching up to hang it on the rack behind her desk, I was able to look at her a little more closely. She was a petite woman, narrow-waist with a tight, firm ass wrapped up in a tight, gray, knee-length business skirt. As she lowered her arms and turned back to her desk, the fabric of her white shirt moved across her chest, allowing me to see the outline of her firm breasts. My eyes lingered there for a little while, before moving up her neck to her face, and I jumped a little when our eyes met and I realized that she had been watching me watch her. She narrowed her eyes a little, and tightened her lips feigning a kind of seething rage, and I raised an approving eyebrow in her direction, pouting and stroking my chin, cartoonishly seductive.


We held each other's gaze for a second before her eyes flicked down suddenly. She raised a finger and pointed at the coffee machine. I looked down and emitted a small cry of surprise when I saw the coffee running down the side of the machine and pooling on the carpet at my feet. Blushing, I switched off the machine and fumbled with a fistful of napkins. As I threw the soaking mass of brown tissue into the trash, I glanced back through the blind. Smitha was now on the phone, but she gave me a 'Dear me, how disappointing' look, shaking her head slowly at me, rolling her eyes and fighting back a smile.I took my coffee back over to my desk and sat

Down. "Slick, real slick...

" I thought to myself. I was just about to start a spreadsheet task I had to do, when my extension rang. I picked it up and leaned back in my chair.

"Hello?""Hi Chris, Smitha here."

"Oh, hi." I had a feeling it would be her,

"Can I help you with something?"

"Actually I'd like you to step into my office for a second, please"

"Should I bring anything?""No, this won't take a moment"

"Ok, i'll be right there.

"I hung up and stared at the phone for a moment. I straightened my tie and stood up, heading over to her office. I weaved my way through the busy office and paused at her door, taking a deep breath, no idea what to expect. I could hear her at her desk; she was on the phone again. I knocked gently and heard her say

"Come in!"

So I entered. She was seated with her shoes off and her feet on the small tea poy, with the phone resting under her chin, listening intently and bouncing the eraser of a pencil on the desk in front of her. She smiled and gestured for me to sit down, pointing the pencil at a chair in front of her desk.

She covered the receiver with her hand and whispered "i'll be with you in just a second.

" Then she removed her hand and resumed her phone conversation: "Yeah...yeah...listen, I...Ok, i'll see what I can do..."

Her legs were crossed on the smallish stool or tea poy, and her skirt was just above her knee, exposing shapely calves. After a while she removed the phone from her ear and held it at arm's length, allowing the person on the other end to talk for a good twenty uninterrupted seconds, before bringing it back to her ear again to say

"Uh huh..." She repeated this several times, obviously not caring what this man (I could hear it was a man) was saying.

She shifted in her seat, moving her feet along her side stool, and her skirt rode a little higher.

"Sure, sure," she said, her voice tired and exasperated,

"Ok look I have to go, I have someone here I have to see...

" As she said this, her eyes flicked over to me and caught me gazing at her thigh. With a start, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it back down to her knee, sliding her feet off the side stool and sitting straight up in her chair. She held the phone right up to her mouth and raised her voice,

"Ok, look, I can't talk right now, I’ll be home around 6, we can continue this then. Goodbye!"

She slammed the phone down hard and paused before looking up at me. After a moment, she said, "Chris, were you looking at my legs?"

I hesitated for a second.

All traces of light-heartedness had vanished from her demeanor and I suddenly felt completely lost.

"Well, " I finally said,

"I might have been glancing at them..."

I trailed off, and tried a smile to lighten the mood.

"Now listen, Chris," she said,

"let's just get one thing clear right now, I will not tolerate any form of sexual harassment." When she said this, I immediately started to protest.

"Oh but hang on a second..." I started, but she cut me off,

"No, you listen to me! I saw the way you were looking at me through the window just now."

I was now completely confused. Our interaction in the elevator had been a little flirtatious, but it was totally unthreatening. Our little exchange of glances through the window was the same way. I mean, I guess I had been checking her out, but surely she knew that I wasn't trying to harass her!

"Do you find me attractive?" she abruptly asked.

A hesitated, unsure if this was a trick, "Um, well, I mean, sure." "Were you fantasizing about me?

"What do you mean?"

"Were you picturing me naked? Imagining what I am like in bed?

Visualizing scenarios?"No! No, no, I swear..."

"Do you know who that was on the phone just now?"

"Um...I imagine it was your husband?"

"That's right, it was my husband!

“Do you know what he does for a living?"

"No, what?""He's an judge, recently dealing in sexual harassment cases"

There was a long silence. She was looking at me sternly, and I folded my hands in my lap to hide their trembling.

"And do you know what else?"

"What?" I asked, quietly, my head filled with visions of lock ups, fines, jail time.

"He's sleeping with his secretary.

" She stood up and walked around her desk.

"A twenty-two year old bitch with big tits and no brain.

He's been fucking her for months now." I had no idea where she was going with this, so I stayed quiet.

"He thinks I don't know, but I'm not stupid. I could smell her on him when he used to 'come home late from a meeting.

' So you know what I did? I left a tape recorder running in his office one afternoon after dropping by unexpectedly. I want you to hear this..."

She fumbled in her filing cabinet and pulled out a tape recorder. Laying it on the table in front of me she inserted a tape and pressed 'play'.

The first thing I heard on the tape was the end of a conversation between Smitha and a man who I assumed was her husband.

"Ok well, i'll leave you to it honey, I'd better get back to work now."

"Right, sweetie, thanks for stopping by. Love you!"

"Love you too..."

There was the sound of a quick kiss, and then a door closing. After a few seconds there was a click as if he had locked the door, then footsteps across the carpet. Smitha sat down at her desk and watched me as the tape continued.

There was a small click, and the man whispered,

"It's OK, honey, she's gone!

"By now Smitha was standing behind me.

"Bitch was in the closet the whole time I was there!" she said, almost laughing.

The next sounds on the tape were easy to figure out. The sound of a zipper opening, a fumbling sound, and then rhythmical noises, slick and wet, combined with a man moaning in pleasure.

"Oh yeah, suck it..." he said, and a muffled female voice said

"You like that, Sir? You want me to suck it hard or gently?" He replied,

"Suck it nice and gentle,

I want to watch you as you do me..."

I felt my cock becoming hard as the sounds increased in frequency. Her rapid, voracious slurping and sucking sounds were almost drowned out by his ecstatic moaning. She started moaning too and I heard a second sound, a quick wet jiggling sound, and I realized she was fingering herself as she sucked him. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, becoming aware of Smitha's eyes on me, and hearing her lock her office door behind me. I started breathing heavily, as I realized that the man on the tape was about to cum:

"Oh yeah, oh you bitch yeah suck me, drink it all down!"

He cried, and I heard the girl choke for a second and then long gulping sounds as she swallowed his cum, both of them moaning. There was a pause on the tape as she sucked him dry, still fingering her pussy faster and faster. Her mouth sounded like it was clamped hard on his wet cock. Her fingers moved faster and faster in her own cunt until she started to cum. The vivid sound of this, combined with Smitha's description of the girl on the tape, created an incredibly clear image of this in my head.

My cock was now rock hard – a fact I tried my best to hide from Smitha, who I knew was watching me intently as we both listened to the tape of her husband fucking his secretary. Even though the girl's mouth was firmly plugged by the man's cock, her orgasmic screams were incredibly loud.

" she cried, "Fuck my mouth, bitch! Oh yeah, I want to suck you dry!

" She squealed a couple more times and then there was silence, apart from heavy panting. After a few seconds of this he breathlessly said,

"Oh baby, Smitha hasn't done that for a Long time..." Standing right behind me, Smitha leaned over me and quickly shut off the tape. She leaned so close to me that I could smell her skin, a sweet musky scent that told me that she had

Been doing a little more than just listening while we were listening to the tape. The room was very quiet, and she walked calmly back to her side of the desk, slumping back into her chair.

"Your face is a little flushed." she said

"Did you enjoy that a little?" To be continued......based on request from readers based on the request I would like to give it a beautiful ending....send in them to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ

The Divine Confluence

A JJ Submission

Hi, this JJ taking you through the ‘Teacher’s” series well when I venture into a particular segment it goes on for a very long time. The thinking and visualizing keeps going in the same line if readers are aware it all started with the “Lesbian” stories. Well keeping onto the same track this is about a PG mathematics school teacher handling higher classes a divorcee well into her forties 48 to be precise blessed with a son staying with her parents at Bangalore was slowly warming up with a former student.

Sadhana had been teaching for many years with the new international standard school situated in Puzhal a suburb on the out skirts of Chennai in the near proximity of the new jail complex. She on occasion, encounters former students on the street or a restaurant. She was normally pleased and anxious to hear what life had in store for each of her former charges. Many had gone on to college and successful careers and others had gone on to start families. Sadhana was excited to hear how their lives had changed since leaving school and enjoyed being reminded of how she had positive influences in others' lives.

Sadhana ran into one such student on a Sunday evening as she was strolling through local market. Kathir was a bright boy, but had some difficulty with his studies. He was a better than average student, when helped and prodded by his instructors. He was finishing his final year of college with a city Goverment college doing his UG Business Mathametics and was studying for his final exams. He was excited to see his former teacher and talked excitedly about his experiences since leaving the school and about a future career. Alas, his study habits had not improved so much as his outlook and he must finish his exams before moving on. He pleaded with Sadhana for her help in preparing for the exams and wanted some gudiance. Somewhat reluctantly, Sadhana agreed. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Kathir succeed, it was more that she was unsure of herself and her bashfulness resulting from her realization of how good looking he had become. She invited him to join up with her at home in the nearby residential area.

The first few sessions went well and Sadhana noticed a stark improvement in his knowledge and study habits. She barely noticed the sexual tension that was building between them. Still, she was feeling a little uncomfortable and was considering stopping the sessions. She felt her age meant responsibility and he but only a couple years older than her son. In fact, they had briefly been in school at the same time.

As much as Sadhana tried, she could not remove his image from her mind and thoughts of him and his athletic frame entered her mind often during the day. His boyish charm and flirtatious mannerisms were taking a toll on Sadhana's restraints. She was beginning to wonder if he was really interested in her help with study work or had other things in mind. Though their discussions were quite engaging, he seemed to frequently wander off the topic. While in discussion with Kathir were keeping her mind occupied, her id was being stimulated by his natural good looks and his muscular build. Each session came and went and Sadhana could not bring herself to call off the sessions en mass.

One night Sadhana discovered, without realizing it, that they were sitting very closely together on the sofa watching a movie on the television. Chills were running from his leg brushing against her thigh, up the length of her spine and as always she was in her comfortable nighty and in skirt. She slowly turned her head to look at him and her eyes met his square on. She went flush and felt stirrings she had missed for a long time. She hoped her face had not given her away as she began to slide away from him. He moved with her, pressing his face towards Sadhana, as if he were to kiss her. She withdrew, pulling the neck of her front open button down nighty closed and sliding away from him. He looked at her bewildered, thinking he had misread her signals ... moving closer to her on the sofa, Kathir persisted, placing a hand on her thigh.

Though he is not being forceful, Sadhana feels the strength in his grip as he moves closer to her. His eyes are intense and his broad shoulders tower over her. He slides closer, closing off the area to slide across the sofa. Sadhana started feeling pinned with no place to slide as he presses his face to hers; holding her head with is hand. She holds her lips tightly, trying to fend off his advances with her hands, but he is strong and persistent.

Sadhana's mind screams 'no!,' but her body craves touch and caress.

His lips press over hers and his tongue dances over her lips. She is pinned against the sofa, his grip is tight, yet there is a gentleness in the way he holds her.

Sadhana's heart pounds in her chest and her breathing becomes more rapid as he forces his tongue in the void between her lips. Her mind races and she become vaguely aware of his manhood pressing against her thigh. Sadhana's body stirs and she quivers under the caress of his hands and she relaxes, kissing him back. Her hands pull his head to her face and she begins kissing him passionately. His breathing is rapid and his heart is pounding in his chest.

Sadhana, emboldened by lust, finds the buttons of his shirt and she begins working each button loose, stripping away his shirt away, running her hands over his chest, small black body hair slipping between fingers tips. Lust has taken over Sadhana and her body rises to his, her juicy necter regions pressing against his thigh.

He leans down to her and he kisses her again, the skin of his bare legs warm against the inside of her thighs. Sadhana's in-skirt is hiked up and she could feel the warmth of his skin radiating, through her panties, onto her swollen lips. She grasps his head and pulls his face against her neck, guiding him to kiss the soft, sensitive skins at the base of her neck. His kisses burned, sending shivers through her body with each sensual contact. Sadhana's nipples are swollen and protruding through the silky material of her nighty. She could feel his skin sliding over the material of her night wear, sending electric shocks from her breasts to the nub hidden beneath the velvet folds of her pussy lips.

His hands move down over her body, slipping beneath the tail of her nightty. His fingers sliding smoothly on her skin as he glides his head down to kiss at the top of her cleavage. Moisture builds between her legs as his warm lips press over her skin and she quivers and squirms under his touch. His fingers slip into the opening of her nighty and he fumbles with her bra; finally he releases the clasp & in a single stroke her nighty is being removed over her head leaving her with the in-skirt and panties alone. When the fabric leaves her heavenly body and falls away exposing her throbbing breasts.

His hands moving over her skin, taking her breath away when his fingers touch her nipples, moving in tiny circles. Sadhana's heart races, her body rising and falling, desire driving her moistened pussy lips against his thigh. The rippling muscles of his legs against the soft skin of her inner thigh and his warm skin pressing between the folds of her pussy.

His hands move upon her breasts, his fingers grasping each nipple, rolling them as she squirms beneath him. Both jump when the books fall from the sofa to the floor; Sadhana and Kathir look at one another, fear in their eyes, then they break into laughter. A moment of respite, then he stands up before her, and she watches as he slips out of his shirt. His stomach is flat and rippled, a small tuft of body hair stands between his pectorals and another tuft below his navel disappears in his shorts.

He slips from his shoes, and then his hand reaches for the waist of his jean shorts. A bulge protruding just below his belt line.

His fingers thread the belt back through the buckle and then clumsily unsnap the button on the front of his shorts. Sadhana stares, surprised, but hungry as he lets his shorts slide to the floor. His under garment tight, concealing all but the lump protruding in the front of him.

Sadhana licks her lips as he slips his thumbs beneath the waist band of his under garment. His engorged manhood gives him trouble as he slips the fabric down over his hips. It bobs up and down when it becomes free. Its swollen bulk pointing towards Sadhana, his full balls hanging loosely beneath.

Sadhana sits frozen on the sofa, anticipating his next move. He swoops down upon Sadhana his bare chest presses against her full breasts. His warm skin and curly chest hairs slipping over erect nipples, sending a rush of tingles from her glowing nubs to the damp part in her legs.

Kathir pushes Sadhana back against the sofa and slides his hips between her bare thighs. His strong grip forcing her into submission in a caring and gentle way. His lips descend upon Sadhana again and his movement hike her in-skirt above her hips. Sadhana's body is quivering, shaking almost uncontrollably, with a mix of fear and desire.

"Stop, we must stop," Sadhana utters half heartedly.

The girth of his shaft presses against her, between her legs. Her body rises, grinding herself against his hardness. She can no more stop this, nor she can stop the burning desires she feels. Sadhana's judgment is eclipsed by the desire she feels.

His hardness slips against the dampened, thin material of her lacy panties providing her only a sliver of modesty. Her tiny nub protruding and sending electric shocks with each of his strokes, sending tingles from between her folds to her jutting nipples.

His hardness strains at her panties and Sadhana fears they will break ... she fears and desires they break.

His chest is rubbing against her breasts and his hands are supporting her from below. His lips and tongue caress Sadhana's mouth. His hands cup her lavish buns, and his fingers tease at her rose; sending chills and quivers through her body.

Sadhana can no longer control herself and reaches down to take his girth in her hand. Her fingers are not long enough to surround the whole shaft. She guides the head through the leg of her soaked panties, placing him at the opening between her cunt lips.

Sadhana feels herself stretch as his girth opens her wider, its massive head piercing her lips. Her body rocks with his motions, directing his massive head to exactly the right spots. The force of the movement tears at her panties until they finally give way. Their disappearance frees his full size to enter her.

Sadhana grasp the cheeks of his ass and uncharacteristically cry our as his hard shaft pierces her middle. Her body rising and falling with each stroke, and his jewels swinging with is strokes, striking Sadhana's ass. The sounds of damp skin contacting and the musky scent of sex fills the air.

Sadhana, forced to fully surrender, and submitting to his animal lust, finds herself quivering and pressure building in the pit of her stomach. Normally very reserved, Sadhana is surprised when she hears the sound of herself crying out, fully engulfed in climax. Nectar gushes from her pussy and coating her student's shaft. Her soul is filled with joy as he empties himself into her hungry gash.

Kathir collapses on top of her, both struggling for breath. Soaked and satiated they lie together for a long minute on the sofa before she can gather herself enough once again cover. She is a shy and modest woman after all. That's all folks hope you enjoyed the journey to its fullest & nearing to let the body liquid flow out of you visualizing the scene in your minds eye. As always its time for feed backs & honest comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Happy Reading

Yours Lovingly

JJ

A Devils’ Desire

A JJ Submission

Hi readers this is your JJ back this time again with a office and matured women's desires. Actually to speak I have been longing for this type of a relationship ever since I first masturbated maybe 12 or 13 reaching the late side of thirties I still have the same wants in me well even after being blessed with a wife whose is 8 year my junior. Let me see where this wonderful dream will take me to. This story picturing is based on the Olympia IT park Eakktuthangal and by the way you can be definite to shag yourself off. Here we go......
"Hold that elevator!"

The doors were just beginning to slide shut when I heard the sound of fast-moving high heels on the lobby's marble floor, and a breathless female voice calling out to me to hold the doors. I reached down and jammed my thumb on the 'open doors' button, just in time to prevent them from closing. As they jerked back open again, the woman stumbled into the elevator with me:

"Thanks!" she said, " I thought I was going to break my ankle running in these heels!"

She was breathing hard, her face a little flushed, as she reached up to fix her hair. She was a good fifteen years older than me; a slim with shoulder-length hair and inviting eyes. Brushing her hair back from her face she flashed me a smile, and the elevator started to move.

"Which floor?" I asked.

"Same as you." she replied, looking down at the button panel and seeing that I had selected '8'.

I looked over at her again, studying her a little closer this time. "Do you work for the software company as well? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Well," she explained, "I'm actually just starting this week. I'm Smitha, the new Regional Account Manager." She extended her hand, eyebrows raised in an inquisitive 'and-you-are?' expression.

"Chris, Security Advisor with the MNC at the same floor outsourced from Securitas" I said, "Which is actually a glorified term for ' Slave'."

"Give me a shout if you need me for anything." I said as we stepped out. "I'll be right here playing Minesweeper and checking my email." She winked and disappeared round the corner into her office. I sat down at my desk, switching on my computer and radio, settling in for another long day of menial office labor.

After half an hour, I got up and walked round to the coffee machine. Partly to get a cup of coffee, but mostly because the machine was located just outside Smitha's office. Placing a cup under the spout, I glanced over my shoulder, peering between the slats of the venetian blind in her window. She was hanging up her coat, and as she stood, reaching up to hang it on the rack behind her desk, I was able to look at her a little more closely. She was a petite woman, narrow-waisted with a tight, firm ass wrapped up in a tight, gray, knee-length business skirt. As she lowered her arms and turned back to her desk, the fabric of her white shirt moved across her chest, allowing me to see the outline of her firm breasts. My eyes lingered there for a little while, before moving up her neck to her face, and I jumped a little when our eyes met and I realized that she had been watching me watch her. She narrowed her eyes a little, and tightened her lips feigning a kind of seething rage, and I raised an approving eyebrow in her direction, pouting and stroking my chin, cartoonishly seductive. We held each other's gaze for a second before her eyes flicked down suddenly. She raised a finger and pointed at the coffee machine. I looked down and emitted a small cry of surprise when I saw the coffee running down the side of the machine and pooling on the carpet at my feet. Blushing, I switched off the machine and fumbled with a fistful of napkins. As I threw the soaking mass of brown tissue into the trash, I glanced back through the blind. Smitha was now on the phone, but she gave me a 'Dear me, how disappointing' look, shaking her head slowly at me, rolling her eyes and fighting back a smile.

I took my coffee back over to my desk and sat down. "Slick, real slick..." I thought to myself. I was just about to start a spreadsheet task I had to do, when my extension rang. I picked it up and leaned back in my chair.

"Hello?"

"Hi Chris, Smitha here."

"Oh, hi." I had a feeling it would be her, "Can I help you with something?"

"Actually I'd like you to step into my office for a second, please"

"Should I bring anything?"

"No, this won't take a moment"

"OK, I'll be right there."

I hung up and stared at the phone for a moment. I straightened my tie and stood up, heading over to her office. I weaved my way through the busy office and paused at her door, taking a deep breath, no idea what to expect. I could hear her at her desk; she was on the phone again. I knocked gently and heard her say "Come in!" So I entered.

She was seated with her shoes off and her feet on the small tea poy, with the phone resting under her chin, listening intently and bouncing the eraser of a pencil on the desk in front of her. She smiled and gestured for me to sit down, pointing the pencil at a chair in front of her desk. She covered the receiver with her hand and whispered "I'll be with you in just a second." Then she removed her hand and resumed her phone conversation: "Yeah...yeah...listen, I...OK, I'll see what I can do..." Her legs were crossed on the smallish stool or tea poy, and her skirt was just above her knee, exposing shapely calves. After a while she removed the phone from her ear and held it at arm's length, allowing the person on the other end to talk for a good twenty uninterrupted seconds, before bringing it back to her ear again to say "Uh huh..." She repeated this several times, obviously not caring what this man (I could hear it was a man) was saying. She shifted in her seat, moving her feet along her side stool, and her skirt rode a little higher. "Sure, sure," she said, her voice tired and exasperated, "OK look I have to go, I have someone here I have to see..." As she said this, her eyes flicked over to me and caught me gazing at her thigh. With a start, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it back down to her knee, sliding her feet off the side stool and sitting straight up in her chair. She held the phone right up to her mouth and raised her voice, "OK, look, I can't talk right now, I'll be home around 6, we can continue this then. Goodbye!" She slammed the phone down hard and paused before looking up at me.

After a moment, she said, "Chris, were you looking at my legs?" I hesitated for a second. All traces of light-heartedness had vanished from her demeanor and I suddenly felt completely lost. "Well, " I finally said, "I might have been glancing at them..." I trailed off, and tried a smile to lighten the mood. "Now listen, Chris," she said, "let's just get one thing clear right now, I will not tolerate any form of sexual harassment." When she said this, I immediately started to protest. "Oh but hang on a second..." I started, but she cut me off, "No, you listen to me! I saw the way you were looking at me through the window just now." I was now completely confused. Our interaction in the elevator had been a little flirtatious, but it was totally unthreatening. Our little exchange of glances through the window was the same way. I mean, I guess I had been checking her out, but surely she knew that I wasn't trying to harass her! "Do you find me attractive?" she abruptly asked. A hesitated, unsure if this was a trick, "Um, well, I mean, sure."

"Were you fantasizing about me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Were you picturing me naked? Imagining what I am like in bed? Visualizing scenarios?"

"No! No, no, I swear..."

"Do you know who that was on the phone just now?"

"Um...I imagine it was your husband?"

"That's right, it was my husband! Do you know what he does for a living?"

"No, what?"

"He's an judge, recently dealing in sexual harassment cases"

There was a long silence. She was looking at me sternly, and I folded my hands in my lap to hide their trembling.

"And do you know what else?"

"What?" I asked, quietly, my head filled with visions of lock ups, fines, jail time.

"He's sleeping with his secretary." She stood up and walked around her desk. "A twenty-two year old bitch with big tits and no brain. He's been fucking her for months now."

I had no idea where she was going with this, so I stayed quiet.

"He thinks I don't know, but I'm not stupid. I could smell her on him when he used to 'come home late from a meeting.' So you know what I did? I left a tape recorder running in his office one afternoon after dropping by unexpectedly. I want you to hear this..." She fumbled in her filing cabinet and pulled out a tape recorder. Laying it on the table in front of me she inserted a tape and pressed 'play'. The first thing I heard on the tape was the end of a conversation between Smitha and a man who I assumed was her husband.

"OK well, I'll leave you to it honey, I'd better get back to work now."

"Right, sweetie, thanks for stopping by. Love you!"

"Love you too..." There was the sound of a quick kiss, and then a door closing. After a few seconds there was a click as if he had locked the door, then footsteps across the carpet. Smitha sat down at her desk and watched me as the tape continued. There was a small click, and the man whispered, "It's OK, honey, she's gone!"

By now Smitha was standing behind me. "Bitch was in the closet the whole time I was there!" she said, almost laughing. The next sounds on the tape were easy to figure out. The sound of a zipper opening, a fumbling sound, and then rhythmical noises, slick and wet, combined with a man moaning in pleasure. "Oh yeah, suck it..." he said, and a muffled female voice said "You like that, Sir? You want me to suck it hard or gently?" He replied, "Suck it nice and gentle, I want to watch you as you do me..."

I felt my cock becoming hard as the sounds increased in frequency. Her rapid, voracious slurping and sucking sounds were almost drowned out by his ecstatic moaning. She started moaning too and I heard a second sound, a quick wet jiggling sound, and I realized she was fingering herself as she sucked him. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, becoming aware of Smitha's eyes on me, and hearing her lock her office door behind me. I started breathing heavily, as I realized that the man on the tape was about to cum:

"Oh god yeah, oh you bitch yeah suck me, drink it all down!" He cried, and I heard the girl choke for a second and then long gulping sounds as she swallowed his cum, both of them moaning. There was a pause on the tape as she sucked him dry, still fingering her pussy faster and faster. Her mouth sounded like it was clamped hard on his wet cock. Her fingers moved faster and faster in her own cunt until she started to cum. The vivid sound of this, combined with Smitha's description of the girl on the tape, created an incredibly clear image of this in my head. My cock was now rock hard – a fact I tried my best to hide from Smitha, who I knew was watching me intently as we both listened to the tape of her husband fucking his secretary. Even though the girl's mouth was firmly plugged by the man's cock, her orgasmic screams were incredibly loud. "Mmm! Mmmm! MMMM! OHHHHHHHH!" she cried, "Fuck my mouth, bitch! Oh yeah, I want to suck you dry!" She squealed a couple more times and then there was silence, apart from heavy panting. After a few seconds of this he breathlessly said, "Oh baby, Smitha hasn't done that for a LONG time..."

Standing right behind me, Smitha leaned over me and quickly shut off the tape. She leaned so close to me that I could smell her skin, a sweet musky scent that told me that she had been doing a little more than just listening while we were listening to the tape. The room was very quiet, and she walked calmly back to her side of the desk, slumping back into her chair.

"Your face is a little flushed." she said "Did you enjoy that a little?"
To be continued......based on request from readers....send in them to seekcompany@gmail.com

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Yours Lovingly

JJ

Tempting Teacher

A JJ Submission


Hi, dear readers this is your JJ with a sizzling hot teacher student combo. Well is a pure imagination which I always wanted to happen with me. Pretty unfortunate I suppose, let me try at least in my imagination I pray it happens the way I always wanted it. Educated in an Anglo Indian school very early I was dreaming about how it would be to be the respective class teachers which I am sure many male will agree with me in having such provoking thoughts. Come with me let’s take a dive in to the ocean of sex with matured women.

She came into the classroom, wearing the red skirt and white blouse that drove him nuts. Her legs were long and sleek under it. He groaned, thinking of how those legs would feel around him, the smooth silky skin rubbing against his bare skin. He closed his eyes and felt his cock harden. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably.

She turned, seeing him sitting there. She couldn't help but smile. She thought how damn good looking he was, how tall, how big, and she shivered. They were meeting late, after everyone had gone for the day. He had asked for additional help with the special project he was working on. She knew in her heart it was dangerous to meet him this way. She knew the way he looked at her. She could almost feel his eyes traveling over her body, the same way she envisioned his hands would. She sucked in a deep breath at the thought.

Standing in front of the mirror that morning, she had chosen this skirt to wear today. Somehow she knew it was his favorite. She tried to convince herself differently, but she knew she was dressing for him that day. She felt wicked and sensual as she selected the laciest undergarments she owned to wear underneath. Her thoughts wandered to Tawfeeq as she dressed.

He was a little older than most of her students. He started college late, after working for a couple of years, but he was still years younger than she was. But she knew she had never looked better than she did at this age. There was a sensuality to her that seemed to radiate from her. And men her own age bored her. They were either dull or poor company, or bitter and angry against women in general, wanting only a sexual fling with no strings attached. God, she hated that phrase anymore. How could sex be fulfilling with a stranger? She wanted to know her lover, inside and out. She wanted to fulfill his fantasies, and her own. She had always told her friends, how can you make love to someone you don't even like?

When she walked into the classroom that day, she had known it was time. He didn't realize that she felt the same way about him that he did about her. She wanted him, and tonight she was going to have him. She had watched him for months, seeing him squirm in his chair, trying to hide his erections. But she knew; she always knew when he was aroused.

"Hello, Ojasvi Mam," he said quietly as he watched her come into the room.

"Hello, Tawfeeq," she replied, her voice husky and low. "How are you this evening?"

"I'm good," he answered, his eyes skimming over her body from head to toe. "Are you ready?"

She started, and looked at him. Did he know what she was thinking? She shook her head, trying to regain her sense of balance. He jumped to his feet, and his strong hand gripped her elbow. "Are you alright, Ma'am?"

She looked up into his eyes, feeling an almost electric shock when his hand touched her skin. God, she thought, they were so blue. She searched his eyes, looking for something deep inside him. She found it.

Taking a deep breath, "No, Tawfeeq, but I will be." She stepped closer to him, her mouth a breath away from his. His hand slid up her arm to her shoulder, his long fingers massaging into the muscles gently. His other hand slid around her waist, and somehow she was suddenly solidly pressed against his body. He pushed her back towards her desk, and lifted her up to sit on the edge of it, standing between her thighs.

She could feel those thighs, those thick, muscular thighs, pressing against hers. She gasped at the incredible heat of his big body, and again looked into his eyes. She waited, and the moment seemed to spin out forever, and she was lost.

She licked her full lips, the tip of her tongue sliding over them wetly. He watched her, his eyes locked on her tongue, and she felt the deep shudder that went through his body. Her hands reached for his waist, and she slowly slid her hands down his hips, and pulled him closer.

Watching the pulse in his neck, she gently slid one hand between his legs, and cupped him. She watched his pulse start to hammer, his cheeks flush, his eyes closing. His voice a harsh whisper, "Mam Ojasvi, I.....I.....ooohhhshit." He gave into the feeling, and pushed his hips towards her, pressing his erection into her hand.

She explored him as she had dreamed of doing for weeks. She molded her hand around the length of it, felt the heat radiating from it, even through his jeans. Sliding her hand lower, she cupped his balls, lifting them, weighing them in her palm. She could't suppress a small moan of pure feminine pleasure.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," she whispered. She continued her exploration, both hands sliding around to cup his ass cheeks, and pulled him closer still. It spread her thighs wider apart, and forced her narrow skirt to ride higher up towards her hips.

She shifted, and thrust one thigh between his legs, and lifted it up, pressing into him. He groaned again, a low sensual sound. She felt it all the way down inside. Her strong hands kneaded his firm ass while her thigh continued to push against his cock. He opened his eyes, and looked down into her face. 'God, she was beautiful,' he thought. Her cheeks were flushed tan, her mouth open slightly, her chest rising and falling gently.

Looking up at him, she began to unbutton her silk blouse, exposing a lacy cream colored bra, the swell of her breasts above the cups, her neck. Her thigh continued to torment him. She felt the animal inside him, felt it tethered to a strong leash, and she knew he was allowing her this seduction. Somehow that made it all the sweeter.

Letting the blouse hang loosely around her elbows, she reached for the front clasp of the bra and undid it, freeing her full round breasts. She could see his hands clenched into fists at his sides, felt the power in him. She wanted to feel him snap that leash, to release that sexual beast, the one she knew from the first time she looked into his eyes, that dwelled there. She knew instinctively that she could match his power.

Nimble fingers undid his belt, and the snap of his jeans. She slid the zipper down, and dug her hand into it, finding him. She gripped him tightly, then reached to slide the jeans and under garments down below his hips, exposing his cock. 'Goodness, it was beautiful,' she thought. Hard, rock hard, and throbbing. She watched it twitch, and felt a tugging sensation deep in her pussy.

She looked up into his face, and she knew, with just a word, the leash would snap. She took a deep breath, and said, "Fuck me, Tawfeeq."

She felt rather than saw the change come over him. His hands rose to cup her breasts, and he molded them against his palms, the rigid nipples nudging against them. He lowered his head, and his mouth, his hot, wet mouth, devoured her left nipple as his hand continued to maul the right. Her back arched, and she whimpered.

Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him against her. He nibbled and licked his way up her neck, pushing his body between her thighs, and he bit that pale skin with strong teeth. She grunted, and opened her thighs more. She could feel his rigid length pressing against her panties, against her pussy. His hands slid down her back, and he shoved her skirt up till her bottom was against the smooth wood. He tugged her panties aside, and his fingers found her. She groaned.

'Oh, she's wet,' he thought. He slid two fingers into her wet heat, and felt the walls of her pussy grip his fingers. He finger fucked her, shoving his fingers all the way inside her, then halfway out, then deep in again. She moaned and pushed against his fingers, wanting more.

With both hands, he shoved her panties down, struggling to get them down her long legs. Frantically she tried to help, needing him with a breathless anticipation that made her blood pump hot and heavy. His muscles bunched, and he tore them from her. He gripped his cock in his hand, and guided himself to the entrance of her pussy.

Tawfeeq’s eyes searched her, the way hers did before. He wanted to watch her face when he slid into her for the first time. He eased himself in gently, an inch at a time, and watched her come apart. Her head dropped back, thrusting her breasts out, and she lifted her hips in welcome. He sank into her, as far as he could go, and held himself there.

Ojasvi’s body shuddered, adjusting to his thickness filling her. Her hands gripped his forearms, and she fluttered her eyes open, looking up at him. "Fuck....me.....Tawfeeq," she stuttered, barely able to form the words. The power shifted then, from her to him, and he took control.

Strong hands slid under her ass, and he pulled her onto him harder, deeper. And he fucked her. God, how he fucked her. Long sure thrusts, driving himself into her depths again and again. Her upper body dropped down to the desk, lifting her hips up higher. His hands moved to grip her behind the knees, opening her up more, and watched his cock slide into her again and again, emerging slick and wet from her juicy pussy.

He watched her, watched her take from him. Her hips moved, trying to get more friction in just the right spot. He slid one hand to her throbbing, swollen clit, and stroked it in rough circles. The sounds she uttered made goosebumps race over his skin. He held back, wanting to see her explode under his fingers.

Keeping his cock buried in her tight pussy, he rubbed her clit, and she climbed higher and higher. Her hands moved to her breasts, and she mauled them as he took her over the edge. Her body stiffened, and she cried out, a hoarse, deep groan, her hips jerking almost violently against his fingers. He groaned as he felt her pussy spasm and clutch at him over and over as she came. She became hotter, tighter, wetter, and he lost it.

Slamming into her to the hilt, he fucked her. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, and bit it. She shuddered under him, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist. She moved with him, taking him deeper still. His hands gripped her thighs as he started to cum, pouring himself into her, his cries making her body shake. For long moments they shuddered together, the aftershocks rippling from him to her and back again.

Reluctantly he withdrew from her, and lowered her legs. She moaned softly, feeling the stretched muscles protesting. He lifted her up against him, and she kissed him. A long, slow, bone melting kiss that took his breath away. She moved back slightly, looking at him. "My place?" she asked.

"Yes, Teacher, your place," he replied, and took a deep breath and smiled. Somehow he knew it was going to be a long, long night. Comments and feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com pleasssseeeeeeeeee

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Carnal Carvings

A JJ Submission:

Hi readers, your JJ is back with a bang to take the desires of a matured woman to the next level. Do remember I have put in a lot of effort and time into this story so please let me have your frank feed backs.......

Ramya poured herself a glass of Blender’s Whisky and sat in front of the large vanity mirror in her hotel suite. She was wearing a Mysore silk sari and the leopard print sleeveless blouse. She studied herself critically in the mirror before starting to apply her make-up. Although she was forty-five, her face still retained much of its youthful beauty. Her highlighted brown black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail accentuating her high cheekbones and bright deep-set eyes. A petite woman, Ramya was in tremendous shape with slender legs, a slim waist and a tight ass. Her breasts, though smallish, were still pert and firm.Ramya sighed and reached into her purse, pulling out a pack of Gold flake king size20's. Flipping the top of the hard pack, she removed one of the long cigarettes and placed it between her potty lips. Once lit, she took a long drag and, exhaling a thin stream, placed her cigarette in the ashtray next to the mirror. After another sip of whisky, Ramya started on her face.Several minutes later, she heard the shower stop running. Shortly, Maaran, her young lover appeared nude, drying himself with a turkey towel. Ramya's eyes were drawn to the long, thick hose hanging between his muscular thighs and her pussy tingled as she thought back to their most recent, and particularly raucous, bedroom romp. Ramya's affair with Maaran had started over six months ago when she agreed to meet him at a coffee shop near their work. A light-skinned tough man of twenty-six, Maaran clearly had a thing for married women and Ramya understood that she was just his latest conquest. Maaran was absolutely gorgeous, a former college athlete, and he unleashed a side of her that would shock her closest of friends. Ramya noticed Maaran studying her in the mirror and smiled sexily back at him. Her eyes were expertly done and she had just finished applying the wet looking lip-gloss Maaran preferred. "Mmmm girl, you look terrific." Maaran admired with clear approval in his voice.Ramya smiled and reached for her cigarette, tapping an ash before taking a quick drag and crushing it out."Thank you da. You know I want to look good for you." she replied. Maaran walked next to her and lifted his stiffening cock near her face. "Oh you do! Baby, look what you're doing to me!"

Ramya smiled languidly and turned towards him, reaching for his long, thick cock, gently stroking it back to life. Ramya knew from experience that Maaran could recuperate quickly and he had been on top of his game this trip to Taj Fisher Man’s cove Chennai, this was there favorite fuck hide out usually on the pretext of official client meeting. He had brought a little marijuana (called Ganja in India) with him and the two of them had smoked it up the previous evening. Ramya hadn't used it before but was thrilled at the effect it had on their lovemaking. Her orgasms, always forceful with her lover, seemed to go on and on.Ramya and Maaran worked for the same large garments company, Maaran in Marketing, Ramya in Finance Management, Ramya had told her husband she wanted to stay over night as the company had already paid for two days. When her husband had asked who else from her office was going on the trip, she thought she saw his face darken for a moment when she had mentioned Maaran by name. She ultimately convinced herself that it was only her imagination. Ever since she and her husband had spent a romantic weekend together at Kiddim India beach resort Pondicherry a couple of months ago,which was preceded by a glorious night with Maaran, her husband had become much more insistent and forceful in the bedroom. Given the fact she was sleeping with a younger co-worker, she really wasn't in a position to complain, and frankly, she enjoyed this new side her husband showed in the sack. She had spoken with her husband and her ten-year old son earlier in the day and everything seemed fine at home, so she told herself she was just being paranoid.

As Maaran reached full length, Ramya leaned forward and kissed his cock lightly leaving traces of her lip gloss on the reddish dark head. After running her tongue around him in circles, she dropped her jaw and took him into her warm, wet mouth while stroking his shaft with her tiny hand. Maaran thrilled at feeling her wedding ring rubbing against the sensitive skin of his dick. Ramya, her beautiful eyes flashing, looked up at him lovingly as she grabbed him by the hips and continued to suck him. Her head bobbed in a steady rhythm and she began to stroke him furiously in an effort to get him off. Ramya was an accomplished cock sucker and the soccer mom knew exactly how to please her young lover.Maaran withdrew his hard cock from her wetly shining lips and placing his hands on both of her shoulders, gently lifted Ramya from her chair."Sweety, you know you can cum in my mouth!" Ramya stated as he steered her over towards the bed."Maaran, we just got cleaned up. You'll mess my face ag...!" Ramya objected before Maaran kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Ramya's arms went around his neck as he lowered her onto the bed, pulling her out of her clothing & revealing the neatly trimmed pussy hair above her moist slit. "We're going to be late for dinner . . .!" Ramya attempted one last time before she felt the oversized head of her young lover's cock push past her pussy lips and into her wet tunnel. After a few long, deep strokes, Maaran looked down to find Ramya's eyes closed tightly, a thin smile spreading across her face, as she ground her hips against his, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own."

Fuck dinner!" he thought to himself as he felt Ramya move eagerly beneath him, making a soft, satisfied grunt each time Maaran plunged deep into her pussy…..

Ramya and Maaran manged to make it out of bed later in the evening and had a light dinner ordered to the suite and took a slow stroll towards the beach walking back to their hotel room, with Ramya's arm looped tightly through his, Maaran noticed with satisfaction the attention Ramya received from the passersby. Ramya was wearing a tight cotton casual top with a floral pattern that almost prevented her nipples from showing. A thin strip of her flat belly was visible above her jeans and she was wearing her open-toed sandals with the four-inch heels. Her hair was down past her shoulders, framing her face beautifully and her eyes and lips were heavily done. Ramya noticed the attention as well and was excited by it. She knew the conclusion that people would reach when they saw them out together, a sexy middle-aged woman with a much younger man, and enjoyed playing the part of a cougar. Back at the hotel , she and Maaran went to large bar in the lobby to wait on one of his old friends from college. Taking a table, Ramya placed her cigarettes and lighter in front of her as Maaran ordered drinks. Sachin had played kickboxing for Chennai University before a knee injury cut his sport life. He now coached karate in Chennai city and Maaran had called him to Fishcove for reasons only known to him alone.

Ramya was into her second glass of white wine when Maaran rose from the table to greet his friend. Sachin was shorter than Maaran, but thicker through the shoulders and hips. His hair was cut military short and he had sparkling eyes and a strong, square chin. His long-sleeved blue shirt was untucked over his jeans and he move lithely between the tables.The two friends embraced in a bear hug, slapping each other across their broad shoulders. Maaran invited him to sit and introduced Ramya as "my girl". Ramya felt Sachin appraising her as he took her offered hand, his eyes briefly sliding over her wedding ring. Ramya was unsure what Maaran had told his friend about their relationship but she figured he wasn't stupid. An obviously married woman out with a young, handsome man was an easy equation to solve.The trio ordered another round as the conversation began. After reliving their glory days of kickboxing together, the two friends caught up on more recent events. When the talk turned to cars, Sachin asked:

"What do you drive Ramya?"

Ramya laughed modestly and replied "A Honda city."

Taken somewhat aback, Sachin said "Really?

Somehow I pictured you driving something much more sporty.

"I'd love one, but where would my kids ride?" asked Ramya.

"With your husband" Maaran interjected, before bursting into laughter at his own joke.

Ramya smiled sweetly, but inwardly felt that Maaran was out of line. She still felt that she loved her husband; he worked hard and was a great father. How was he supposed to know that his loving wife of eighteen years had recently uncovered, what she referred to as, her inner sex rage. Ramya took a long pull from her glass of white wine as Sachin graciously steered the conversation another direction.Maaran heard his cell phone chirp, and looking at the display, excused himself from the table. Ramya and Sachin made small talk until Maaran returned."Hey, I'm sorry but something important came up. I've got to take off just to my aunts place in Thiruvanmyiur but I won't be gone more than an hour or so."Maaran assured Ramya everything was okay and that he would be back as quickly as possible. Maaran mimicked smoking a joint and Ramya realized he was going to buy some more dope. He asked Sachin to keep her company until he could return.

Sachin agreed but Ramya shot daggers at his back as Maaran left the table.Ramya finished her wine and ordered another. Sachin looked at her with concern."You okay?" he asked."No . . . Yeah, I'm fine" Ramya replied. She waved her hand in the air dismissively and added, "Sometimes he just pisses me off! He’s not in a college anymore, he needs to be more careful about things like this.""Maaran will be fine. Trust me. He won't run into anything he can't handle." Sachin offered.Ramya appreciated Sachin's obvious attempts to set her mind at ease and eventually the two of them fell into an easy conversation. She found him funny and engaging and he seemed interested in what she had to say. As they continued to talk, she realized that she and Maaran rarely had conversations like this. All he really wanted to do was to fuck her. As often as possible. She wasn't complaining, he was terrific in bed, but he never seemed to consider her a friend or confidant.

Her musings on this point were interupted when Sachin's cell rang."Hello. Yeah . What's up?" After a few moments, Sachin hung up rather sheepishly and told Ramya what she had already surmised."That was Maaran. He said he'll be another hour or two and that he will see you back at the room."Ramya seethed inside. He didn't call her because he knew she would give him and earful. Trying not to show her anger, Ramya reached for her cigarettes as Sachin picked up a matchbox and opened it. Placing the long cigarette between her wetly shining lips , Ramya leaned forward bringing its tip to the flame, her hand covering Sachin's. She held onto his hand and exhaled, all the while staring into Sachin's eyes, blowing the match out before he dropped it in the ashtray. Ramya took a slow, deep draw and exhaled again, directing a thin stream away from them, before placing her elbow on the table.She found Sachin looking at her in the same hungry way Maaran did before they would fuck. She eyed him cooly, not sure how she wanted things to proceed.Sachin scooted his chair closer to her as they continued to talk. The effect of the wine was making Ramya lightheaded and she found herself leaning into Sachin as they spoke. A few moments later, she was not at all suprised when she felt his hand lightly on her knee. When she did not move it away, Sachin became emboldened and began running his hand up and down her leg, squeezing her gently.

"You really are incredible." he finally said, some hesitation in his voice.Ramya took a slow draw on her cigarette, and tilting her chin, released a stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "I'm old enough to be your mother." she responded with a thin smile."i've read Oedipus five times." Sachin laughed.. . Cute and a scholar. I guess that South Indian education is as good as they say." Ramya found herself laughing with him."Like I said, I think you are truly in credible. Maaran may be a while. Maybe I should see you to your room."Ramya took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She found Sachin incredibly attractive and his interest in her was apparent. Still a little pissed at Maaran for leaving her, she made her decision. She put her cigarettes and lighter in her purse and got up from the table. Looking down into Sachin's eager eyes, she motioned towards the elevator with her head.....

While they were waiting on the elevator, the irony of the situation could not escape Ramya. Here she was in Fishcove, cheating on her husband, and now she was going back to her room with her lover's friend, a man she had known for less than two hours. "God" she thought to herself "I really have turned into a dog in heat!"When the elevator doors closed, Sachin pinned Ramya against the interior with outstretched arms. Ramya cradled his face in her hands as he leaned down to kiss her, her mouth open expectantly. His warm tongue shot past her wetly shining lips and she met his oral attack with her own sucking his tongue into her mouth. The lovely milf felt her body begin to hum over the prospect of taking a new young lover to her bed.Once inside her room, Ramya threw her arms over his broad shoulders pulling him down to her hungry lips once again. She loved kissing, in some ways she found it more intimate than sex, and she was again struck by what a wonderful kisser Sachin was and hoped his prowess would carry over into other areas she expected to explore shortly.Their tongues dueled sensuously, their mouths opening and closing in a lust filled dance. Sachin's hand crept down to cup her tight ass as he pulled her into his body. Ramya could feel the younger man's hard cock between them and began to rub against him lewdly.They continued to kiss as Ramya steered him over towards the bed. Sachin reached down and peeled of her top exposing her flushed, firm tits. He held them in his hand and leaned lower, drawing one of her hard nipples into his mouth. Ramya pulled him tightly to her chest as he ran his tongue around her aureola, gently flicking her other nipple with his thumb.Ramya pushed Sachin onto the bed and straddled him, smiling down sexily as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She ran her hands lightly over his hairless body, pinching the nipples on his thick chest. Sachin looked up at her lustily as she began to rub his cock through his jeans.She stood and kicked off her sandals, unsnapping her pants, working them down over her firm ass and shapely legs. Stepping out of her discarded jeans, Sachin noticed she was wearing a lace panty that had matched her top.Ramya knelt at the side of the bed and pulled Sachin's shoes and socks off, dropping them heavily on the floor.

She leaned in between

His legs and unbuckled his pants, her beautiful blue eyes locked onto his as he watched her intently. Slowly unzipping his pants, she ran her fingers along the length of his erection. She hooked her manicured fingers inside his undergarment and when he lifted his hips, she pulled his jocks and jeans off in a single, strong motion.Sachin's hard cock laid across his flat belly and though not quite as large as Maaran, his cock was beautifully shaped, the head especially so. As Ramya ran her hands over his length, she noted that his balls were hairless, obviously shaved, and that his pubic bush was trimmed close as well. Ramya loved to suck cock and she eagerly started on his heavy, smooth ball sack, taking one of his large nuts into her warm, wet, mouth as she stroked him slowly.She took her time, alternating between each of his balls, moaning lewdly, before lifting his sack and tickling the area above his ass with the firm tip of her tongue. Her tongue then started an upward track to the base of his cock, then further up the thick shaft. She licked the underside of his cockhead, gently, before taking him entirely into her mouth.Ramya's head bobbed rhythmically as she slobbered over his cock, one hand stroking him in unison with her loving mouth, the other splayed across his taut stomach. Looking down, Sachin was drawn to the large American diamond in her wedding ring which was sliding rapidly up and down his straining shaft.she sputtered as she blew him, her cheeks hollowed, the flat of her tongue working with her lips to bring exquisite pleasure to her new young boy-toy.After several minutes, Ramya pulled her luscious lips away from his cock with a loud pop. Standing, she peeled her panties down, before daintily stepping out of them.

Sachin raised up on the bed, shrugging out of his shirt and reached towards the sexy soccer mom.He took her hands in his and pulled her onto the bed. He kissed her roughly, her hand creeping to the back of his head. Sachin's right hand glided lightly down her neck to one of her breasts, briefly taking its weight in his hand before moving it lower to the closely trimmed of her pussy hair.Ramya quickly spread her legs as Sachin began to to gently run his fingers along her wet slit. He would occasionally rub her swollen clit , before returning to massage her inner thigh. Ramya shuddered slightly when his fingers finally entered her willing, wet pussy, rubbing the inside walls knowingly.Sachin kissed her neck, as he slid lower on her body. He took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked it briefly. He kissed her flat tummy lightly, flicking his tongue into her belly button causing Ramya to quiver involuntarily in anticipation of his final stop. Sachin got to his knees and pulled Ramya's hips to the side of the bed. Keeping his index finger inside her pussy, he blew gently on her clit, before flicking his tongue around its base. He licked her moist pussy lips slowly before sucking her swollen clit into his mouth. Ramya's eyes were squeezed tightly, breathing heavily, and she reached down to pull Sachin's face hard against her hips as she started to grind against him.Fuck!! That feels so fucking good!!!! Eat my pussy, Baby!! Eat my pussy!!!"Ramya looked like she was riding a bucking bronco and Sachin was the saddle as her first orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her heels beat against his broad back as she rotated her hips roughly against his face, his tongue buried inside of her sweet hole.Ramya collapsed back across the bed , breathing heavily as Sachin continued to lap at her love juices. When he finally stood looking down at her, he found a warm contented smile on her beautiful face. Ramya spread her legs and reached down Between them with one of her hands, her pussy held open with two fingers.

Looking at him lustily, she ordered:

"Fuck me Baby! I've got to feel your hard cock inside me now!!!

"Ramya scooted towards the center of bed as Sachin kneeled between her legs. She grasped his thick cock in both of her hands and positioned it against her pussy. He pushed into her slowly causing Ramya to inhale sharply. When he was entirely buried into her cunt, he moved further up the bed causing his cock to point at a downward angle. In this position, every long thrust caused his cock to rub deliciously against her clit.Ramya locked her heels behind his legs and began to move beneath him, rolling her hips in an easy rhythm. Ramya's arms grabbed the thick muscles behind his arms and she raised her head off the bed, her tongue slipping into Sachin's mouth as he continued to drive into her warm, wet tunnel.That feels so good Baby! Keep fucking me!!" she muttered hotly in his ear.Sachin continued his slow, steady pounding of her married pussy, Ramya moving lewdly beneath him. He knew that in this position she wouldn't last long, and as her breathing became heavier, he began to fuck her harder and faster.Sachin smiled to himself as he felt the lovely MILF convulse under him, her incredibly sexy body jerking uncontrollably as he continued to piston his hard cock into her pussy, the wet smacking of their bodies filling the room.The two briefly untangled and Ramya got off the bed and leaned against the dresser, her lovely ass thrust behind her. Sachin entered her from behind and they locked eyes in the mirror as they watched themselves fuck, Ramya twisting around to allow him to thrust his tongue down her throat.Later, as she sat astride him, slowly bouncing up and down on his rock hard dick, Sachin reached up to grab her jiggling breasts, both of them covered in sweat.he said with appreciation in his voice " You are going to wear me out!"Looking down at her young lover through eyes lidded in pleasure,

Ramya purred in seductive agreement:Ramya fell forward against his broad chest, her breasts squeezing deliciously between them and kissed him softly, her fingers tracing the smooth skin of his jaw. After sharing several wet kisses, his cock still buried into her warm pussy, Ramya rolled off him and crawled towards the foot of the bed. Looking seductively over her shoulder, she wiggled her butt and smiled inviting Sachin to fuck her from behind once again.Needing no encouragement, Sachin quickly positioned himself between her legs and grabbed her slim waist. Ramya reached back under her pussy and grabbed his cock leading it toward her wet hole. He slid in easily and began to pound out long, deep strokes, his flat stomach smacking against her ass cheeks. Ramya bit her lower lip, her head arched back as she pushed back against her lover, lost in the sensation of his young, hard cock filling her married pussy.As they fucked, Ramya bent her head and fell forward on her elbows, her hair covering her face. Her body began building towards another orgasm when she heard a deep, familiar voice.

"Well . . . What do we have here?"

Ramya raised her head and combed her hair back away from her face.

She saw Maaran standing a few feet away, smiling broadly and looking at his friend who continued to fuck her with deep strokes.

" I told you she was a freak!" Maaran told him.

" Brah . . . She is fucking incredible!!" Sachin responded between thrusts of his hips.

Ramya knew then that she had been set up, Maaran had pimped her out to his buddy, knowing he would likely get her into bed. But frankly, she didn't care a bit."Baby! Did you do this for me? Aahh Shit! This feels so good! You know how much I like to fuck doggie style!" Maaran quickly peeled off his clothes and began to stroke his cock as he moved towards the foot of the bed. He aimed his hard cock at Ramya's mouth, her eyes cooly meeting his. Although neither said a word, in that moment Maaran realized that things had changed dramatically. Ramya was no longer dependent on Maaran to provide the pleasure to which she had become addicted. His little game had back-fired, she now knew that she could find lust and passion with others if she chose.

Convinced that Maaran understood this as well, Ramya smiled lewdly and opened her mouth, her pink tongue outstretched. Maaran quickly shoved his cock past her lips, and placing his hand on her head, began to fuck her mouth rapidly.Ramya felt Sachin's cock stiffen inside her pussy and he grabbed her ass roughly. He grunted loudly and shot a huge load deep inside of her. She felt his cock jerk strongly several times before his grip on her ass slackened. Moments later, Sachin withdrew his wetly shining cock and fell back against the headboard.Ramya pulled away from Maaran and sat on the edge of the bed. She beckoned him forward and again took his thick cock into her eager mouth, her hands on his lean hips as he began to furiously fuck her face, her mouth open wide. She knew Maaran was close so she pulled away, vigorously stroking him.

Looking up, she panted:

"Cum all over me Baby! Cum on my face!!!!

"Maaran gazed down at the beautiful mother of a ten year old with a questioning look on his face. Reading his mind, Ramya tilted her chin upward and opened her mouth, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock. Maaran held her head with one hand and jerked himself with the other. She had gotten him so hot that in seconds he felt his balls tighten With a low grunt, Maaran shot his first jet on her cheekbone, before aiming the next few spurts into her open mouth. A thick rope hit her chin and dangled down towards her chest and Ramya rubbed the cum over her face and tits. As his orgasm began to wane, Maaran rubbed his cock over her cheeks and into her mouth where she began licking and sucking him as her hands stroked his long shaft.After cleaning his now flaccid cock, Ramya smiled up lewdly at her lover. She took his cock into her warm mouth a few more times before lovingly kissing its bulbous head.

Ramya stood and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She put on her night dress as she ran warm water in the sink. She wet a washcloth as she examined herself in the mirror, her make-up had run and her face and chest were sticky with cum.As she cleaned up, Ramya accepted the fact that she had become a complete and total bitch. She had to admit that she loved young cock and the pleasure she received settled over her like a warm fog.She began to reapply her make-up and realized that she didn't feel bad about this at all. A new world was open to her and she held the key.

The possibilities were endless and she was filled with anticipation and excitement.Remembering that she had two fat cocks at her disposal in the next room, Ramya picked up the pace finishing her eyes and applying her lip-gloss. Satisfied, she undid her nightdress and stepped out of the bathroom.Sachin was still on the bed and Maaran had taken a seat in chair across the room. Both of the young men looked at her hungrily, their eyes drawn to her exposed breasts then sliding lower to the tightly trimmed hair between her thighs.Ramya reached up and pushed the night dress off her shoulders, allowing it to pool at her feet. With their eyes glued to her, Ramya smiled seductively and asked:

"Well . . .who wants to be next?

"Well folks it’s over for the day go ahead and have a great shake spill all over and keep reading.

Chris

Tounges of Passion

By: JJ

Hello readers. JJ is back to entertain you with a nasty but horny story which is bound to take your hands to the itchy area between your legs and its time you have some napkins around to clean yourself. This incident takes place when two lovely bodied woman bump into each other while attending a seminar in one of those ECR resorts. After a stressful day of listening to all the crap which can never add values in any of our work Deepa felt she needed to relax with a bottle of beer. All thru the day she was discreetly admiring the beauty seated next to her and this was evident as her panty was soaking wet. All this happened when both of us forayed into the topic of male domination in the Indian corporate world one by one lead to the subject of sex and from there on talking about a world without males. Every time I looked into her eyes there was something attracting & pulling me to her I knew she was seducing me all the way to have a gender fuck. I guess I knew it was going to happen. There were little signs, had I been paying attention. The way she touched my arm when she laughed. The way her fingers lingered just a moment as she brushed a stray hair from my cheek. Maybe it was in her eyes, deep set black eyes, smiling, or the way she placed her hand on the small of my back as we walked through the crowd to leave. Maybe I just subconsciously chose to ignore them at first but there were signs. Birds of the same feather flock together I have been gifted to perceive womanly attractions and knew if at all my first woman on woman it would be her and her alone.

She wanted it, and I wanted it too. From the moment I saw her at the seminar, cliché as it sounds, our eyes met and there was a spark. We had cloistered ourselves away from the other guests while having lunch and I was entranced by her. Her beauty, her elegance working for a mobile manufacturing company on the out skirts of Chennai. The world around me ceased to exist. I had never been with a woman. It had been a thought, a fantasy, not something I ever imagined myself doing. Especially at a business function. But here I was, leaving with her, and I knew by the end of the night it would not be just a fantasy anymore. Eventually when the seminar ended in the evening we walked out slowly. The only sound was the faint remnants of the seminar discussing and clearing doubts we had left inside. When we reached her car, a sporty little silver Fiat Palio, she opened the door for me. I paused for a moment to look at her, as if for assurance that I was not mistaken about her intentions. She smiled again and I relaxed.It wasn't a long ride to her place in Adyar but the tension made it feel like an eternity. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her long black hair flowing in the breeze. The way her sleeveless blouse showed so much of her well-toned skin. Just the sight of her was making me tremble. I tried so hard to focus on the road ahead. I looked at the last of the sun rays & beach line disappearing and the moon sitting high in the sky, but my eyes were always drawn back to her. When we pulled into her driveway it was as though we had pulled into the past. It was a small guest house, once part of an elaborate estate. The ancient walls hung thick with ivy. The roof was made of tiles and there were small lush gardens surrounding the whole house. But it seemed to fit her. It was elegant and beautiful. We walked down a winding cobblestone path to the door and she fumbled with her keys. Her fumbling was the only sign that she was as nervous as I was. As she pushed the door open she reached not for a light switch, but for a book of matches. With apparent ease, she lit small clusters of candles from the entryway to the bedroom. Each bundle of candles was placed in front of a small mirror to reflect the light around the room. As we entered the bedroom I began to shake. I still don't know if it was anticipation or fear. She Placed the last of the candles on the night table and turned to me and spoke for the first time since we left the seminar. "You are so beautiful," she whispered as she walked to me and placed her arms around my waist. "I want to kiss you," she said. I could only nod. When her lips first met mine it was as if someone had set fire to me. Her tongue teased my lips to open them. I felt almost faint. I was unsure what to do, how to react, but she took the lead not in a forceful way but gently and sweetly. I allowed myself to kiss her back to taste her as she was tasting me. Kissing me still, she led me to the bed. I had never felt such desire before, such base heat. She reached behind me and unzipped my dress, followed by a snapping of a small black velvet strapless bra. It fell away from my body, leaving me covered by only my salwar bottom and beneath it a small velvet pantie. Her hands went immediately to my breasts. She did not grab or grope, she stroked them lightly as she continued to caress my mouth with hers. I could taste her tongue; feel the pressure of her full lips as our desire increased. The way her fingernails felt against my nipples was exquisite. I could feel her touch throughout my whole being. She stepped back from me, her lips parted slightly as if she were breathing in my very essence. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse revealing large but firm breasts covered in a pale pink bra that clung to her breast. It seemed to me like her sari & in skirt was removed in a swift motion and she moved towards me again. This time it was I who took the initiative. I moved her hands around my waist so our breasts were pressed together. I could feel her nipples harden. I shivered again, wondering if I could contain myself.Being with her felt amazing, the way our bodies melted together. I was lost in her kisses. Her lips pressed against my cheeks down my throat to my breasts. I moaned as her mouth moved to encompass my nipples. They became taut against her tongue, her breath hot against my skin.

My hands sought out her breasts, stroking her with my fingers as she stroked me with her tongue. I was surprised at the way it felt to caress another woman's breasts, so different from my own. To feel the warm flesh gives beneath my fingers. The rise of her nipple against my thumb.She moved to the bed as her tongue fluttered down my stomach, and pulled me onto the bed next to her. Then she moved further down to her knees. My eyes closed as her hands moved to my inner thighs. Her kisses softened . It was as though a butterfly was leisurely climbing my leg. She lingered around my knee letting her teeth scrape it causing a thrill I'd never felt. As she moved her tongue to my thighs I began to visibly tremble. She looked up at me sweetly, I could see she was making sure I was alright. I moaned softly to encourage her, letting her know that I was beyond the point of return. She moved quickly then, her own desire mounting. I felt as though I would scream when she pushed my legs apart and covered my panties with her mouth. I could feel the warmth of her tongue, the pressure of her lips against the soft velvet. My body burned as her fingers pushed my panties aside. I felt myself losing control as she finally gave to me what I had been craving from the moment I saw her. Her mouth enveloped me completely. My fingers twisted in her hair as I pushed her closer into me. Her tongue kissed, teased, and sucked. With each moment she evoked from me a passion I had never known. Sounds came from my mouth that I did not recognize. It was as if she knew my every desire. Her mouth gently enveloped my clit, her tongue circling slowly. She moved her fingers inside me, finding places I did not know existed. In what seemed like seconds I was grinding my lips to hers as I came wildly. We lay still for but a moment as I Absorbed every sensation. The usual fall off I felt after orgasms wasn't coming. I wanted more; I wanted Her. I wanted to taste every inch of her.I pulled her next to me, and we rolled our bodies to lay side by side, her breasts meeting mine. I kissed her, not so soft. Passion had taken over and all that was left was urgency and need. I tasted myself on her. I moaned. I could not wait, I was no longer nervous, I was filled with hunger. I moved first to her breasts. I took each nipple in my mouth reveling in each new sensation. The warm hardness as her nipples gave slightly to my tongue and a grazing of my teeth. The primal moans she let out caressed my ears. I did not want to rush, but I had to taste her, feel her in my mouth as she had me. Her stomach was not flat it was warm and round, the stomach of a woman. There was a small nestle of hair that felt soft against my cheek as I came to face her glorious pussy. Her lips were large and full, pulsating already with heat. I wasn't afraid, more unsure of whether or not I could give her the same pleasure she had given me. I reached my tongue out slowly and there was almost a visible spark as we connected. I licked slowly, tasting every inch of her outer lips before delving into this territory as yet unknown to me.The taste was an aphrodisiac to me. The warm hot mixture that tasted like ripe fruit and earth drew me closer to her. Her writhing and moaning giving rise to my need to please her as well as to investigate this new pleasure. I dipped my tongue into her and felt her muscles contract. My tongue already flooded with her wetness moved quickly to lap up every drop of it. My hands moved to every spot my tongue was not, to her breasts, her thighs, and finally I slid two fingers into her. She bucked under my touch, as amateur as it was. I craved for her to release, I wanted to feel the spasm that I knew so well in myself. My fingers slid gently in and out until they found a rhythm. My tongue continued lapping at her swollen clit. Her orgasm came from so deep inside her, it swelled onto my tongue and I cried out with her.I was aching, insatiable. I climbed her body begging her with my eyes. I was like a tigress in heat. She stirred up in me an instinct so primal and animalistic I was almost frightened. Our tongues met in a crush. All the apprehension was gone. My mind was an assortment of thoughts that ran into one another like people in a panic. Nice girls didn't do things like this. Women were gentle, not like this. Women don't fuck. But fuck we did. A tangle of tongues, tits, fingers, pussies, moans and cum. In our passion we invoked the names of gods and goddesses from all faiths. We howled and screamed like banshees. I was her, she was me. We lay together joined at the cunt, twisting our mouths to take in as much of one another as we could.It was dawn before we would rest. In a tangle of limbs we slept. Hope you enjoyed the story its time now for feed backs & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Happy Reading

Yours Lovingly

JJ