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English Carpooling turns profitable!

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Part 1​

A simple and harmless carpooling turns lustful between two sex-starved people. They unleash the devils within each other and resolve not to tame them!

Hello ISS readers! How’s it hanging? This is Jeevan again, and I am back with another of my sexcapades. I hope you enjoyed my story with my maid. After all, fun and love increase by spreading. So there is no reason you shouldn’t get a piece of the action!

I am not a hunk with a gym body or that well-endowed in the size department. So I make up for it with endurance and minute attention to lovemaking, more towards giving pleasure than receiving.

This story is from the pre-lockdown days when office commute was daily. The year 2019 was a hot one in Hyderabad. Temperatures soared to the mid-40 degrees. Those who have travelled to the office in the afternoon shift know the feeling of how cars turn into tandoor!

This was when someone advised me to use a carpool app. So other commuters from nearby areas can carpool and pay you a small amount for the fuel. (And the added benefits, which you will know later in the story.) I installed the app and verified myself and my Fiat Palio.

I immediately got a message from a co-rider from my gated colony. Let’s call her Shwetha. It turned out she worked in the same MNC that I did and had similar work hours.

As our area is a little to the city’s outskirts, getting an Uber or Ola was next to impossible. So she was facing a lot of issues. She wasn’t allowed to WFH frequently or get a change of shift. That day, I waited at the colony’s entrance, and she almost ran inside my car to escape the heat.

My AC was full, so she preferred to sit in the front passenger seat. She was dressed in a simple, loose skirt and top. But the looseness of the fabric was barely able to hide the size of her 36D breasts. The ankle-length skirt could barely hide her shapely, waxed legs.

Her dark skin was shining with sweat. Making you go down on your knees and beg her to let you lick her from head to toe if you have that kink! As we started our 15km drive, she introduced herself. She worked as a Tax Consultant and joined a few months ago.

I told her that I work in the IT department. It turned out we had exchanged a few emails over some IT issues in the past. “It’s a small world, isn’t it?” she said with a bright smile. I acknowledged the same while trying to focus on the road and not get distracted by her easygoing nature.

Guys, trust me, a confident woman is a big turn-on if you look at it the right way. To avoid any awkward silence, Shwetha plugged in her iPod to the car’s aux and started playing music. Suddenly there was a loud audio of a woman’s moaning. It sounded like someone was having an orgasm.

Shwetha let out what sounded like a Guilty shriek and pulled the aux cable out of the player. The next minute was spent in total silence. Shwetha was in a frozen state, and I had transitioned to robot driver mode. After a minute, we reached a major traffic signal where there is usually a 5-minute wait.

I decided to break the ice and told her, “It’s alright. We are just human. So we should take that in our stride and move on.” Shwetha replied in a trance-like voice, “That’s what I tried to do and somehow ended up recording it.” Suddenly she snapped out of it, realising what she had just confessed.

She said, “Please don’t think I am a cheap woman for doing or saying this. Please forget what I said.”

I turned towards her and looked her in the eyes. I replied, “For real? Are you from the 15th century or something? Why would you say something self-demeaning like that? You have no reason or obligation to defend your actions. If people judge or think of you as cheap, it shows their backward thinking.”

She let out an audible gasp and thanked me for not being judgemental and respecting her. Now that the ice was broken, she started sharing her personal life. She had married a guy while doing her MBA in the US. He was an abuser, forcing her to do all household work and take care of his needs.

She barely managed to complete her studies. The day she got her degree, she emptied her bank account, took a taxi to the airport and took the next flight to Hyderabad.

Her parents had bought the house in our colony for investment purposes. But now she lived there. Her parents visit her from their hometown from time to time.

I shared with her how I moved to the city. I had a breakup and indulged in work to keep my sanity. She smiled wickedly and said, “Another kindred soul, then. I hope you don’t hit the Record button by accident,” followed by a wink.

I replied, “Don’t have to. I use a 43-inch TV with 100 watts speakers.” We laughed at that, which somehow brought us closer to a level we still didn’t realise.

While this conversation was going on, Shwetha had become more comfortable in her seat. One sign was that she had spread her legs more than before and folder her hands behind the seat, letting the AC vent cool her to the fullest extent.

As I kept changing gears, the back of my left hand kept rubbing against her thighs. After half the distance was covered, Shwetha noticed the same. She somehow spread her legs a little more, causing regular friction between the fabric of her skirt and the back of my hand.

Friction produces heat, heat produces fire, and it eventually engulfs us. She said as we reached the office parking, “I love how you keep changing gears. Very sensible driving and also giving the passenger full comfort.” With that, she just winked and left.

I went to my work floor. But my ears were ringing with what she had just said. The next 8 hours somehow flew by. As we fixed login/logout times, I got a WhatsApp text that said, “So, is my gallant knight ready with his chariot?” It took me a few seconds to realise it was Shwetha’s number.

I replied, “Your chariot awaits, mi lady. Your knight is at your service in any way you like.” Her reply was, “Careful what you promise. You may have to make good of them sooner than later.” With more such innuendo-filled messages, we met at the parking and started our commute back home.

Suddenly, Shwetha said she wasn’t in the mood to go home yet, as it was just 10 PM. She wanted to go to a quiet place where we could talk. So we went to the Osman Sagar road, which is usually empty at that time. We parked near the almost empty lake.

Shwetha turned towards me and said, “I don’t know why my instinct is telling me to confide this in you. But I feel tired of taking care of my own needs, although I don’t trust someone with my feelings.” I told her that I understood the problem. The solution is to be in a no-strings-attached relationship.

The inside of the car was full of sexual tension. I couldn’t measure which heat was more; outside the car or inside. Shwetha looked me straight in the eyes and said, “JV, let’s take care of each other’s needs,” and moved her face towards mine. Our quivering lips met mid-way and crushed against each other.

My left hand got its own life. Before I realised it, it had moved to the back of her head and held her hair. It kept her face smashed against mine as my lips started sucking her lower lips like they were possessed. Shwetha’s eyes were almost welded shut.

Her hands slowly raised the lower edge of her top and the hem of her skirt. I could see the chocolate skin of her belly and her thighs in the dim light. I kept my right hand on her knees and ran my nails in circles over her kneecap. A hissing sound escaped her lips.

She opened her lips to let her tongue into a fight. Very soon, our tongues were embroiled in a one-on-one fight, each trying to entangle the other while exploring the inner walls of the mouth. After a little while, I stopped running my nails on her knees.

I placed the flat of my palm on her right knee. My fingertips were touching the inside area where the thighs begin. She moved her knee wider so my fingertips touched even more inside her soft, creamy skin. Her left hand took my palm and placed it on her bare left breast.

It was, by then, freed from the imprisonment of her bra cup by her right hand. I kept my palm on her breast and slowly pressed it. My other hand slowly moved to the back of her neck. I started massaging the space where the hairline ends and the skin is bare.

I felt a shudder run through her at the dual ministrations of my hands. She quickly pulled up the right bra cup and started palming her right breast as if offering it to me. I rubbed her left nipple with the flat of my palm in circular motions, making it hard as a marble.

I still hadn’t squeezed her breasts. When it comes to foreplay, the fun is in the anticipation of what’s next. I moved my left hand down to her lower back. I pushed it inside her top and started caressing her back, slowly moving up to her bra strap.

As soon as my fingertips touched the hooks, Shwetha immediately reached back with both hands. She opened the hooks, freeing the bra and making it easy to remove. I moved my left hand upwards and pressed her body towards me. With my right hand, I grasped her breast and squeezed it.

Shwetha let out a moan that would give an erection to a dead man’s dick. I started squeezing her breast like kneading dough. I started kissing and sucking her lips again while my left hand was now at the front, rubbing her navel.

Shwetha removed her bra and dropped it into the foot well. She raised her skirt. I started squeezing her left breast with my right hand. I started caressing the inside of her thighs with just fingertips, moving from knees to inside. My fingertips touched the edge of her panty line.

It felt like a steam sauna, with all the heat and moisture trapped there. Shwetha opened her legs wider, giving me more access to her crotch. I held her right nipple between the tips of my thumb and index. I rolled it like the knob of a radio. That seemed to find the right channel, and Shwetha rasped, “Aaah.”

Finally, she couldn’t take it any more. She held my head by my hair and pushed it towards the other breast. My lips clamped around the left nipple like a magnet. I started running my tongue around it in circles while gently rubbing the nipples with my teeth.

Meanwhile, my right hand was now inside her skirt, flirting with her panty line. Slowly teasing it open and rubbing over the edges of the V of her crotch. “What the fuck are you waiting for? You want to kill me or make me beg, madarchodh?”

I had never heard a woman swear like this during sex. I thought it happened only in porn. Le ignoramus me! Her swear words turned me on so much. I pushed my fingers inside the edge of her panty, held the crotch area and started pulling it out.

Shwetha raised her hips to let the panty slide out over the sweaty skin of her legs and pooled around her ankle. She reclined the backrest back to get the full width of the seat. Then she turned to face me and raised her legs while folding her knees.

This gave me unrestricted access to her clean-shaven pubes. I could see them glisten with wetness like they had their own life. Her clit was pulsating in and out. Now that, as Don would say, was definitely an offer I couldn’t refuse. I moved the tip of my index and middle finger to her clit.

I rubbed it in circles while my left hand squeezed and kneaded her soft, 36D breasts like there was no tomorrow. Shwetha had turned her head back and upwards. With closed eyes and open mouth, gasping and going along with the flow.

Her hand tugged at my hair even harder. I moved my tongue circles gradually downwards to her navel, which shivered like ripples in a pond. I stuck my tongue into her navel. Shwetha let out a prolonged moan. “Hmmm, eat me, bhosdike. Don’t make me beg, bhenchodh.”

At that moment, something inside me snapped. My inner beast mode got activated. I pushed her back towards the door and lowered my face onto her pussy. I sucked her clit like it was going to give me life-saving juices. Her pussy and the surrounding area smelled of a musky odour of her precum and sweat. It’s the best intoxicant in the world.

I don’t know why someone would take other artificial drugs when one can snort this pool of nectar and get the best High of life! While holding both her nipples in my fingertips and rubbing like I would pull them off, I sucked hard on her clit while humming.

This tipped her over the edge as her 1st orgasm hit her. The floodgates had now burst open. She squirted god knows how many litres of her nectar straight into my mouth. But the beast has an insatiable appetite for organic and orgasmic juice.

So I kept lapping it up, even sucking the outside of her pussy to make sure not a single drop goes waste. Her slightly pungent yet heady juices smelt like a mix of lust and pee. She told me later that she had peed just before she left the office. She hadn’t washed her pussy as she was anticipating I would lick it clean.

I, too, confessed to her that I had a pee fetish. I felt Shwetha’s body lose all the tightness and go into fully relaxed mode. She felt like she had fainted in an orgasmic stupor. I kept licking her clean, even the sweaty thighs and corners of her crotch.

She slowly opened her eyes. I finally raised my face to her, the triumphant warrior who had slayed the dragon. She looked at my face glistening with the wetness of her juices. She gave an exhausted but angelic smile.

Just 12 hours ago, we were total strangers, unaware of each other’s existence. Now we had one of the most intimate moments a man and a woman can have. (Woke generation, please don’t criticise my choice of words. We all have our styles, and I mean no disrespect to other gender choices.)

The 1st words out of her mouth were. “How do we take this forward? I am far from done with this. You have no idea what you have unleashed within me, something I had caged into control over the years.” I replied with a Bond-ish quote, “Now do you know I can rise to the challenge?”

How we took this to the next level and satisfied each other, I will post in the next episode. If you liked it, please give your feedback in the comments section. Your encouragement is what a storyteller seeks to keep the story alive!
 
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The benefits of carpooling extended from a steamy session in the car to the reaches of the bedroom! Read how two sex-starved people satisfied each other.

Part 2​

Hello Readers. This is a continuation of the car sex I had with a colleague and how we took it to the next level.

After Shwetha’s explosive orgasm in the car’s front seat, she had little strength left. However, the hungry Tigress had now tasted blood, and her consenting prey had already proven his eagerness to please.

Shwetha gathered her thoughts, her focus and her innerwear. She realized that I hadn’t had an orgasm. So although I had given her much-awaited pleasure and broken her year-long fast, I was still hungry. She told me to take her home.

I drove back with the same enthusiasm as an F1 driver in the season’s last race (although with less speed and more obedience towards traffic rules). Once we reached our colony, though, there was a new risk to consider. What will neighbours say when they see us entering or leaving the house after midnight?

So a couple hundred feet from the colony gates, I asked her to go to the backseat and get in the space between the front and back seats. Our security will only pay attention to the community parking sticker and be half-blinded by the headlights. So they won’t even bother to look inside the car.

Having breached that firewall, I parked near my house. I opened the door near the gate so that Shwetha could silently walk inside without neighbours noticing. I cannot explain how much self-control it took to not do anything except tiptoe inside the house.

Once we entered, though, beast mode got reactivated. We jumped at each other like the hungry, parched animals that we were. I had barely kept my laptop bag on the floor when Shwetha jumped at me. She clamped onto me with her hands behind my neck and her legs locked around my waist.

I almost lost my balance and stood with my back to the wall. As I got used to her weight, I tried stepping into the bedroom. Shwetha broke her liplock and asked me in a husky voice, “It’s my 1st visit to your house. Is this how you treat your visitors? With a spoonful of saliva? Won’t you offer me water?”

I told her, “That’s a fair point, sweetheart. You have already offered me your water and allowed me to have my fill from your reservoir. So it’s only fair I offer you mine.” Hearing this, Shwetha stood back on the ground, kneeled before me and started removing my jeans.

I usually wear loose-fit, standard-waist jeans. So as soon as she unclasped the belt, the jeans slid halfway down to my knees. Shwetha gave a slight tug, and they pooled around my ankles so that I could step over. Shwetha then gazed at the bulge in my briefs with hungry eyes.

She ran her tongue over her lips, making her intentions abundantly clear. The Tigress will feast, and no power in the universe will stop her. As many readers know from the previous stories, I am not well-endowed in the length department.

It is an average of 5 to 5 and a half but with an uncircumcised mushroom tip. Many of my paramours have it found attractive. Also, I hate size comparison as I firmly believe in performance. A well-maintained Boxer will give the same performance as a Bullet if the rider is skilled.

Back to our situation of erection continuity, Shwetha started kissing my bulge. She uttered, “Somebody is leaking lubes generously.” I told her, “Well, it is up to the maintenance department to make sure leaky taps are cleaned and drained properly.”

With that, Shwetha started slowly biting my dick from over the boxer’s fabric and sucking the pre-cum soaked tip area. She slowly pulled my boxers downwards. My dick started to get tense, anticipating being freed from the confines of its cotton jail.

As soon as the tip crossed the elastic threshold, my manhood sprung to attention like a soldier in the presence of a general. My dick stood up like a spring-action. Its bulbous head smacked Shwetha on the lips and nose like a slap with a glove from medieval times.

I couldn’t help but speak out, “I told you I won’t hesitate to rise to your challenge.” Shwetha didn’t do anything for a few moments. She just closed her eyes and savoured the smell of pre-cum from my dick. She took a deep breath after a deep breath, like taking hits from a joint.

The smell had started to give her a high. Then she opened her eyes and lips, ready for the next round of culinary lust. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and touched the tip of my dick like saying hello to each other. Her lips closed on my tip.

It held my dick in place while her tongue started to find the source of the oozing and probing inside. Guys, if you have ever experienced a tongue probing into your peehole, you know how the entire sensitive area gets aroused. All this while, I didn’t feel Shwetha’s hands anywhere on me.

So I curiously looked down to see. Her hands had found their way into her top, teasing her nipples from over the bra. Shwetha sucked me more and more, trying to drain my leaky tap. Her hands started fiddling with her nipples. Somehow, her nipples started to regulate my flow.

I could feel my precum rush out of my dick and straight into her mouth like a suction device. Soon, Shwetha opened her mouth and told me, “Well, that was a sweet ‘welcum’ pun intended.” I replied, “Well, there’s a lot more from where that came from.”

She stood up, took my hands and led me to the bedroom (I forgot whose house it was, hers or mine.). When we reached the bed, she made me sit on the edge of the bed, took my hands and kept them on the elastic waistband of her skirt. I got the hint, held it from both sides and slid it down.

Stepping out of her skirt, Shwetha sat on my lap, her legs locked behind my waist, wearing her soaked panties and the top. She didn’t utter a word and raised her hands towards the ceiling in lusty surrender. I held the edge of her top and slowly pulled it up and off.

Now my horny neighbour and colleague were just in her innerwear, ready to be worshipped with full dedication. She removed my t-shirt and stared at my hairy chest for a while. She said, “Wow, good to see that you haven’t interfered with nature.” I replied, “Well, I am against deforestation.”

Shwetha started to caress my chest with open palms while she bent over towards my face. She took her mouth to the space below my left ear. She kissed that sensitive part of my neck while blowing hot breath near my ear. She moved her lips upwards and slowly started to bite and suck my earlobes.

This sent a bolt of electric current from my head to my toes. Shwetha took her right hand behind my neck and started to dig her nails there. Her left hand found my nipples and started to scratch at them slowly. I felt like I was dropped into a tank of liquid electricity with high voltage running through my nerves.

Like I am at the total mercy of this charged woman. My dick received its equal share of this bio-electric overload and stood stiff as a missile ready to launch. Shwetha started kissing all over my face and my neck. My hands went behind her back and started to caress her back.

I slowly held her bra hooks and opened them one by one, letting her know I was doing it without any rush or fumbling. I have noticed that women laugh at you if you fumble while removing the obstinate hooks of a bra. So, to avoid looking juvenile, I unhooked it one pair of hooks at a time with patience and attention. Shwetha seemed impressed and said, “Oh, looks like someone has a lot of practice.” Without missing any chance at a smartass reply, I said, “Well, if something is worth doing, then it had better be done properly.” Without a word, Shwetha started to kiss my chest, paying attention to my hardened nipples.

I had slid her bra out, and now her stiff nipples were rubbing on me. Her 36D melons started shouting for some open-handed support. I squeezed her breasts while rubbing her nipples with my fingertips. Shwetha realized that now the arousal initiative had shifted to her.

She sat back straight, held my shoulders and pushed me back all the down to the bed. As I was lying back, she climbed over me, with her knees on either side of my waist and slowly bent over to kiss me. She did that so precisely that her nipples touched mine in perfect unison.

I held her back and pulled her, squishing her breasts over my nipples, feeling the softness of her bosom engulf me. Shwetha tongued my mouth for a few minutes. At the same time, my super-hardened dick found refuge in her crotch. Rubbing over her wet cunt from outside the material of her panties.

Shwetha moved upwards and then lowered herself over me. Her humongous breasts smothered my face. My tongue automatically snaked out and started licking the sweaty crack of her cleavage. I held them with both hands, raised them and started licking the sweaty, musky area on the underside.

Shwetha let out a moan while grinding her hungry cunt over my dick. I started to put her breasts into my mouth and suck them like mangoes. I started to bite her nipples also slowly. This pushed her over the edge. She reached below with one hand to hold and rub my dick.

She slid down as soon as I let go of her breasts to gather my breath. She held them with both hands and rubbed them with my dick. That sensation cannot be described in words. It can only be experienced. As my dick would move up, she would hold its head in her mouth.

She gives it a hard suck and then moves her breasts upwards again. I thought I couldn’t control it and would burst into her mouth like she did into mine. I somehow managed to mumble, “You keep doing this, and I will explode.”

Shwetha looked at me with super seductive eyes like she dared me to do that. Finally, she held my dick with both hands, looked at it from tip to base and started tracing a vein that ran along with the tip of her tongue. She took the entire head in her mouth and started to peel back my foreskin.

She pushes her tongue into the hole within the foreskin. Along with a sucking motion, Shwetha started to lick and suck me like she would suck the life out of me. I couldn’t control it anymore and exploded into her mouth with the full force of my long-awaited orgasm.

Shwetha somehow anticipated it but still kept it in her mouth. As soon as I came shamelessly into her mouth, she swallowed it all. She also sucked the tip to drain any remaining cum while pumping my dick with both hands. I was almost trance-like, feeling the post-orgasm waves run all over me.

Although I don’t usually have a large volume, some of it still managed to dribble out of the corners of her lips. Shwetha triumphantly raised her face, looked me straight, and said, “Silent? No smartass cumbacks?” I replied weakly, “Well since you know how to shut me up for good.”

Shwetha climbed down from over me and lay beside me with her head on my arm. We were both engrossed in savouring the moment, having found a proper release after a long time.

I probably forgot to mention it earlier. I had moved from an apartment to an independent house. But my partner/maid Sujata had moved to another town as her driver husband got a transfer. Since then, I haven’t had a partner to share my lust.
 
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Jeevan and Shwetha take what happened in the car to a stormy lustful conclusion. They feast on strawberry ice cream off each other’s hot and sexy bodies.

Part 3​

After Shwetha fucked the life out of me, baser need than sex reared its head. Shwetha finally spoke, asking, “Do you have any food in the house? I had skipped lunch after what happened in the morning. I am feeling hungry after such a nice appetiser.”

I managed to sit up and told her, “Let’s go and raid the fridge. Need something cold after 2 hot sessions.” With that, we both sauntered to the kitchen in our nakedness, full for me and half for her. We found some leftover strawberry ice cream. She took the box to the bed and started eating spoon after spoon.

She offered some to me, but I refused. “Anyone can eat ice cream with a spoon. Then what good is it to have you here?” She got the hint, put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, and offered her mouth to me. I bent over and sucked the melting ice cream from her mouth.

Guys, strawberry ice cream, has never tasted better! Then I told her I was not satisfied with the ice cream from only these lips. Shwetha smiled wickedly and said, “You want it. You go down and have it.” With that, she lay down flat on her back.

I started taking spoonfuls of ice cream and dropping them on her body gradually. Shwetha squealed in naughtiness whenever the ice cream touched her warm skin. I could see the dollops of ice cream start to melt and flow in every direction. Having melted under the heat emanating from her bare skin.

I started licking off the melted ice cream from her chest, licking every tiny stream of the escaping deliciousness. Trying to taste the contrast between the dessert’s sweetness and her sweaty skin’s saltiness. It felt almost like salted caramel, for those who know what I’m talking about.

Shwetha was smiling blissfully. Feeling the tickling sensation of the chilled ice cream and the heat of my tongue and hoarse breath. My ravenous tongue moved over her humongous breasts, licking and sucking on the skin. Gradually meandering towards her marble-like nipples.

I could see the nipples stiffen up in the same instant. Shwetha let out a gasp of pleasure and anticipation of what I would lick next. She was expecting me to lick the nipples. So I changed my tongue’s direction downwards and started licking the space under her breasts.

Shwetha’s breathing started getting heavier. She experienced one of her most sensitive areas given the fullest attention. Once the undersides had no ice cream, I clamped my lips over her left nipple. I started rubbing it with the tip of my tongue. I held her right nipple between my fingertips and rubbed it as well.

Shwetha raised her chest to give me full access to her ample boobies. After sucking and rubbing the nipples, I moved my tongue to her navel and pubic area. Shwetha opened her legs wider to give me more access to her holiest of holies. I took another spoonful of ice cream and put it on her clit.

She let out a moan as the coldness of the ice cream gave her a shock on the most sensitive area of her body. Without delay, I put my mouth over her stiffened clit and started sucking it. Making a humming sound which drove her crazy. Shwetha held my hair with one hand and pushed it against clit.

The other hand was trying to grasp the edge of the bed. Shwetha uttered the words between heavy breaths, “Enough of the cold! Now I want something hot inside me.” Without waiting for any further invitation, I kneeled in front of her. I rubbed the tip of my throbbing dick over her mushy clit.

It was covered with my saliva, melted ice cream and her wetness. As soon as the tip got wet enough, I held Shwetha’s legs by the ankles and opened them wide. Shwetha too tried to cooperate by lifting her waist to give me unrestricted access to her pussy.

I touched the tip of my dick to the entrance of her pussy and started teasing it. Shwetha moaned in anticipation as I slowly pushed the bulbous head of my dick into her tight pussy. She did masturbate once in a while using the handle of her hairbrush. But somehow, the pussy walls stayed tight. Well, lucky me!

I tried my best to be careful and ensure Shwetha felt every millimetre of my hardness inside her. She crossed her legs around my back and pulled me in with incredible strength! In one shot, I felt the tip of my dick hit a soft and hot wall. I came to know later that it was her G-spot.

Shwetha let out a moan which would have risen the dead. Or most definitely my neighbours, if I didn’t have heavy curtains and rubber-edged window sills. As soon as I hit the wall, I pulled out from her until the tip touched and banged in again.

I gave her slow strokes. The pussy walls grasped the entire length of my dick like a velvet glove. She felt the throbbing friction in and out. I slowly built up the rhythm of pleasuring her with real manhood, not just a piece of plastic.

Shwetha started understanding the rhythm and raised her hips to meet my thrusts halfway. This resulted in the head of my dick hitting her G-spot many times. I could see the skin over her tummy get ripples with each thrust. Shwetha held her breasts with both hands and mashed and squeezed them together.

This elevated my lust to a new level, making me feel so good that I could give her that satisfaction. I increased my speed. Shwetha started moaning to fuck her harder and bring out our ravaging. But I wasn’t ready to bring things to a climax just yet.

I suddenly pulled out all the way. Shwetha snapped her eyes open to see what the hell was wrong. She just looked at me with questioning eyes. How dare I stop and deprive her of the finale she was preparing for. I asked her, “You want to be a bitch, while we are at it?”

Shwetha got the hint with a naughty smile, turned over, kneeled and jutted her ass towards me. I saw her asshole pucker as I raked my nails over her ass cheeks. I held them open to make both holes visible and accessible. I started to insert the tip of my blood-engorged dick in her pussy.

I spit a little over her asshole, lubricating it from the outside. I touched the tip of my right thumb around it, rimming it. Shwetha started to move her head from left to right, thinking I was about to fuck her ass. Then, ending the suspense, I pushed my dick and thumb into each hole.

Making her feel like both her holes were being fucked, which they were, in a way. Shwetha shouted out, “Oh, yes! Fill me up, maadarchodh! Fuck me in every hole like a bitch!” With those words, I went into turbo mode. I moved my dick and thumb in and out of her as if my life depended on it.

Shwetha tried to match my dual strokes by pushing her ass back at me every time I tried to enter her. After fucking like wild animals in heat, I could sense Shwetha’s holes starting to contract and convulse. She pushed her head down to the pillow and started to bite the edge of the pillow.

I understood that she was nearing her orgasm. So I kept ramming my dick with more force than ever. Shwetha started to tremble as her pussy walls grabbed my dick like a hand grabbing at something for dear life! I knew I couldn’t hold back any more. But I had no intention of adding the risk of pregnancy.

Also, I wanted to give her a final surprise. By this time, Shwetha’s anal walls had relaxed, accepting the invasion of my thumb. So while this bestial idea was forming in my dirty mind, Shwetha gave a prolonged moan. She started to orgasm with such a force that it pushed my dick out of her pussy.

She started squirting like a high-pressure burst pipe. Without wasting a moment, I took my well-lubed dick. I moved the tip upwards, taking advantage of Shwetha’s orgasmic oblivion. I pushed it all the way inside her asshole. Shwetha realised what happened.

She was squirting maybe a million buckets of juices and could not do anything except go with the flow. I pushed inside her tight asshole. I also felt my balls slap against her, squirting and exploding all my pent-up semen. I came in waves. I could feel my cum pulsating from my dick and into her ass.

After an eternity of orgasms, Shwetha fell on the bed, deflated. I managed to fall beside her with all my savings drained. I didn’t know whether we passed out or just fell into a deep post-orgasmic sleep. But I was the first to wake up.

Bleary-eyed and fuzzy-headed, I looked around to try to make sense of what had happened. I realised my skin was sticky with a mix of sweat and all the squirted juices. I looked around and saw Shwetha lying on the bed as I remembered seeing her. Flat on her belly, without changing position.

It was almost daybreak. The sunlight was fighting against the heavy curtains to break inside and take a sneak peek at our nakedness. I could see the shine on her skin. I couldn’t resist myself anymore. I slowly licked her back and hips, especially between the ass-crack.

Shwetha started moaning in her sleep. I used both hands to rub the sides of her breasts, still squished between her bosom and the bedsheet. There was a lot to grab from the sides as they were big. As I did that, Shwetha mumbled something and turned over with her front turned upwards.

I rushed to the cupboard, grabbed a condom packet and pulled out one. After I pulled it on my aroused dick, I took her knees with both hands. I raised them while folding them so that her pussy was in full view. I placed the tip of my dick in between her nether lips and pushed in.

Shwetha woke up to that and had a confused look, whether the earlier round was over or not. This time, I was straight and simply fucking her for my lusty, selfish pleasure. I kept pulling my dick out till the tip and ramming it all the way back in to make her.

I was completely engrossed in that feeling before she could gather her thoughts.
I held her knees bent backwards and kept fucking her deep and hard. It made Shwetha’s morning lust build up more and more. She tore my hands away from her knees.

She lifted them more and hooked them over my shoulders, raising her ass towards me. With that, I just went faster and deeper as if the gates of heaven had opened up for me, pulling me in. As I kept my hard strokes going, Shwetha uttered the first words of the day, “Make me cum, or I will pee right here.”

For me, personally, there is something about a woman’s peeing that turns me on to no end! Hearing those words was more of an encouragement to my kink than a threat to my innocent bedsheet. I increased my pace and kept banging her. My balls slapped against her asshole.

The next instant, I exploded into the condom, and Shwetha’s orgasm hit her hard. She kept moaning and moaning. Her bladder lost control, and she squirted her golden nectar all over my crotch and legs. As soon as I pulled out of her, Shwetha’s pissing stopped.

I couldn’t help but bend over and lick her entire pussy clean of the nectar released because of my lust. Shwetha rushed to the bathroom and cleaned herself. She came out stark naked. The wetness glistened all over her like glitter. She just looked at me with adorable eyes.

She pointed her head towards the bathroom, signalling me to get cleaned up. I walked towards the bathroom. While crossing her, I took her wrist in one hand and literally pulled her in with me. She protested, saying, “I don’t have any clothes, idiot!”

I replied, “Yeah, I can see that, and that’s how I like to shower too!” I turned on a mix of warm water. We stood under the showerhead, hugging each other. Letting the same stream of water wash us clean and remove any traces of our lust-filled encounter.

After towelling off, we returned to the room, looked at the soaked and stinky bedsheet and laughed together. Shwetha gathered her clothes and put them on. I put on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Shwetha walked in soon as if invited by the aroma of freshly brewed Arabica.

As I poured her a mug, Shwetha asked me to point blank, “What was that? Putting it in my ass and then using a condom in the morning?” I asked her, “Well, would you be willing for some surprises next time you miss your periods?”

Shwetha kept the mug aside and gave me a long, tight hug. As she broke our embrace, she looked me in the eyes and told me, “I won’t say thanks but I am glad I plugged my iPod in your car audio.”

Shwetha left my house that day. We had a few more encounters over the next few months. She accepted an onsite opportunity, and that was the end of our lusty dalliances.

I hope you liked the finale to this series of events. I tried my best to stay as true to what actually happened. As they say, the best stories are the ones closest to the truth, so be it.

Your comments and responses are very welcome. I feel encouraged to share the next story of another of my forbidden experiences. Bonjour, till then!
 
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