She was every lad of 15`s wet dream, and she was now mine, not my dream, but my conquest, my sexual partner and it came about some days after my 15th ...irthday.Better than that, my old dad knew so we didn’t have to be secretive and he approves as long as he still gets his weekly ration in the same old way and we didn’t rub his nose in it!Let me explain, I am Peter, I was as I said just 15 and what was termed a bean-pole, six feet and an inch tall, thin as a whippet at 7 stone wringing wet, a ‘B`. Rupa was one of my long-term fantasy girl for masturbation that lasted almost a decade after college and when we went our separate ways.To describe Rupa, she was a typical Maharashtrian girl, from the upper middle-class area of Matunga, in Mumbai. She was amply endowed, (amply is an understatement) with boobs that I had guessed went into the 40s with definitely a D cup or more. We boys used to drool over her boobs, and we played games guessing her statistics. My guess was 40D-32-40 and all this. Fuck me ! " I could see her demanding eyes watching at me . Shortly after my first pounding movements hit her wet , warm and dripping cunt . Juicy sounds came out of her Pussy , which let me own my mother´s vagina . Her legs where vibing under the wild bumpings of her horny son . Constantly my hips clashed into hers . Her whole Body was shaking under my hefty shocks . Her small tits with the big black areolas were swinging wildly around . I began licking , sucking and biting her long nipples ,. I woke up feeling myself driving the last three inches of my dick up inside Rosie. I tried to stop, but she pushed back against me until I was fully seated.Rosie started giggling, doing amazing things to my dick.“Oh, sweet David,” Rosie said as she pulled my hand back to her tit. “Trudy taught me a lot of things, David. One of the most important things is that when you are in bed and holding one of the women you love, your dick isn’t want to poke out the front. It will go up in one of the two.