You see my expression and hear my moan as I feel his cock as deep as it can go. Your senses are overwhelmed, and I feel you tense, begin to shudder, a...d cry out as your orgasm rips through you. The view of you cumming on my tongue is enough and I feel him plunge for the final time deep into me. You watch as his thick cock pulses deep into my arse. It seems to last forever, pulse after pulse of cum splashing deep into my body. I can’t feel the spurts, but I can feel his cock throbbing as he. This being the first time being complete venerable to him. As I step in he just looked at me not saying a word he grabbed me and spun me around. Holding his cock against my ass he finely spoke. "I knew you would want more. But how much more do you want of me?"Slowly moving my ass against his cock I simply insured him I knew what we were doing was wrong but I wanted it. Before I knew it one leg was up on the ledge and his fingers rubbing my clit and exploring my holes. I was free to moan as loud. As you will find I am going to give you REAL STORIES. As far as language is concerned All my lovely ladies stories readers may advice me ’bout that. Those were the days when I was 24. I am a north indian attractive male, wheatish complexion,atheletic build having 6″ long &2.5″ thick cock.It was my first posting in a small city 200 km away from my home.Being a middle class young boy I still couldn’t get a chance of sex &till now was spending my days by “muth markar” i.e. Rubbing the LUND with. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her lower treasures and fleshy thighs. But she didn’t care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the whole day right up to her husband’s arrival to slip back into them anyway.However it did not apply to her.