Ranjita's First Time
Ranjita blinked and rubbed her forehead. God was she tired. She'd just cleaned the *Whole* house on her own. Damn parents had gone off on holiday with her little sister and not even *thought* to clean up after themselves.
Sighing, she settled down into the sofa, propping her toned legs up on the mahogany coffee table and flicked the TV on via the remote control with one slim finger.
Then her mobile rang.
"Aww fuck," She swore, tossing back her long brown hair and picking the jingling phone from the table, not bothering to see who was calling. "Whaaat?"
"That's a nice way to say hello," Came the sweet voice on the other end.
Ranjita felt colour rush to her cheeks. "Karan!" She squealed in delight. "Where are you?"
"I'm about half way up your street babe," He murmured temptingly. "You did say your parents were away..."
They 18-year-old's heart stopped beating. This was it.
She sat down. "Yeah they are," She managed to gasp out. Karan was coming over to...
Closing her eyes, she whispered. "I'll be upstairs. Let yourself in and lock the door."
What was he doing? He was a twenty year old virgin for Christ's sakes. He dint think he could do this.
Then he remembered the way his beautiful girl came apart beneath his fingers in the cinema the other night. He'd been sliding his hand up her leg, expecting to meet wet panties. Instead he'd found hot, wet pussy flesh and almost come undone. She'd gasped and writhed as he slowly flicked her clit with his fingers until, with a low moan, she'd come all over his hand. He'd then taken great pleasure in licking it from his fingers slowly, allowing her to watch every movement in her post-orgasm glow, her heavy chest labouring with each breath.
Ranjita was a beautiful, voluptuous girl. She could never be slim nor would he want her to be. She was curvaceous and a perfect counter to his slim, lean build. Of similar height and both virgins, they enjoyed being together almost as much as they enjoyed the hot, sensual make-out sessions they had indulged in so far.
And now he was about to take her virginity.
Decisive, he headed for the door...
Upstairs, in her large bedroom, Ranjita was sprawled out invitingly on her double bed, clad only in sensual black satin bra and panties. She wanted Karan hot, hard and horny for her as soon as he entered the room.
And by hell she got it. Karan opened the door and was immediately harder than he'd ever been in his life. It had been too long since he'd felt her hands or her mouth on his dick, and it ached for attention, especially when she was dressed like that!
Soft, silky skin spilled out of dangerous black satin that barely covered her curves.
Immediately he began to tug off his clothes, and Ranjita watched, breathing becoming faster and shallower with each garment, until he came down to his boxers.
"Leave them for now," She managed to whisper, "And come here."
Karan obeyed, climbing onto the bed slowly, and the couple adjusted themselves until they were both comfortable. Then, with aching tender slowness, he kissed her.
At first, it was little nibbling kisses, nipping her lower lip, grazing it with his teeth, until Ranjita moaned. He took advantage of that, slipping his tongue deep into her mouth, plundering its sweetness. Then her tongue came to life against his, licking and sucking it until it was his turn to moan, and he broke away for a moment.
She looked up at him with lust and love in her eyes and he moaned again. "Let me look at you," He whispered, and backed away slightly.
Then, tenderly, he slid a hand down her, slowly, exploring the sweetness laid out before him. He paused at her satin clad breast, and toyed with her nipple, gently pinching and squeezing through the satin case it was captured in, before he gave into temptation and began to suckle it harshly, flicking it with his tongue until Ranjita cried out. Backing off again, he returned to gazing at her paleness, trying to control the raging lust within himself.
"God, you're beautiful," He rasped out, bending to kiss her stomach. She squirmed, half tickled, half pleasured by the sensation.
"Karaaann," She begged gently, and he stopped, sliding his hand a little lower. Instantly she went rigid and groaned, "Oh, yes, please!!"
He smiled, and rubbed the heel of his hand against the fabric which was rapidly becoming wetter against her pussylips.
"God you're wet," He groaned as he pulled the fabric aside and slid a finger inside. Gently he removed his fingers, then pressed his lips against the soaked satin. Ranjita sat bolt upright then sank back down with a groan.
"Plleeaasssseee..." She begged and he smiled wickedly, climbing back up her body to rub his boxers against her panties as his hands slid behind her back.
Ranjita's eyes slid closed as she gave into the electric sensations running through her body. She felt Karan unfasten her bra and allow her breasts to spill free, then his hand was cupping one, the neglected breast, before he bent his head to it and began to suckle. She moaned at the feel of his lips and tongue against her tender flesh and tried to push more into his mouth. He broke off with a chuckle, blue eyes sparkling, brown hair disheveled from her pulling and tugging.
Instead of returning to her breasts, he slid his hands south, and immediately Ranjita knew what he was going to do. Gently, he tugged her panties down, baring a tuft of black hair and glistening pussy lips. With a growl of satisfaction, he gently parted her thighs and slid a hand toward her. She whimpered in longing as his fingers brushed her, the groaned as they went away. "Ohhhh..." She gasped as her nerves quieted, then went into revolt as she felts his lips, then his tongue on her. Ranjita began to thrash and writhe as his supple tongue drove her closer and closer to the edge, then began to scream as she felt the contractions of her orgasm and the wave of pleasure hit.
Only when she had fully come did Karan pull away, aroused further by her enthusiastic orgasm. Slowly he moved up her body to her face. Her cheeks were flushed, lips slightly parted, eyes closed. Then her eyes fluttered open and she dived in for a kiss, pushing him onto his back with a growl of delight. "My turn." She whispered, and moved down his body, kissing every inch until she reached the straining fabric of his boxers, trying in vain to hold in his throbbing erection. Tenderly she peeled off his shorts and stared at his thick monster. It had to be at least seven inches, thick and veined with a purple head beginning to weep precum. Hungrily, she took him into her mouth for a taste and he groaned.
"Don't!" He managed, and she pulled off, looking confused. "I'll cum too soon," He qualified gently, pulling her up toward him for a kiss, hot and sensual. "Are you ready?" He asked, needing to know.
She nodded, and he eased his legs in between hers, gently pressing the head of his dick against her wet lips. It was erotic enough to make him groan. Ranjita bucked her hips slightly and he slipped down, right against her opening. It was sorely tempting to just thrust home, but Karan didn't think she'd appreciate that. Instead he bent and kissed her again, rubbing himself against her lips, then a little inside, her lips, then a little more inside, until he was hitting her hymen gently. By this point Ranjita's eyes were closed again and he could feel her heading toward another orgasm. He wasn't too far from it himself, but managed to keep in control, sliding in and out, gently pressing a little harder against her hymen until she did something unexpected. Ranjita bucked her hips hard and impaled herself down on him, letting out a little cry of pain as she did so. Immediately he stopped stock still, getting used to the feeling of Ranjita surrounding him, hot, tight, wet... And letting Ranjita get used to the feel of his thickness inside her.
Opening her eyes, she nodded wantonly and Karan groaned, before bucking hard into her, deeper than before, finding a rhythm they both enjoyed, pulling his thick, throbbing dick out and sliding back inside her hot wetness until it was too much, and he roared, arching his back and burying himself deep inside her, pulsing. Ranjita let out another cry as she came too, and slowly they both came back down to earth. Karan withdrew slowly, not wanting to hurt her, and then snuggled up close.
"I love you." He whispered tenderly.
"I love you too," She replied, and they both slowly drifted off to sleep, content in each other's arms.
My Best Friend and Me
Every Guy having a platonic relationship with a girl no matter how much he protests to the contrary, at least once, wonders what it would be like to fuck her, maybe it's just curiosity or maybe it's the millions of years of evolution dictating his thoughts, but every guy has them. It's seldom however that he gets the chance to act on these thoughts.
Nirali and I had been friends for years, we met in college when she was my assigned lab partner and ever since our first meeting we were never really physically attracted to each other. But we got along well and had similar interest, we both enjoyed photography and hiking and invariably when our significant others of the moment bailed out of any social activities we always felt comfortable asking each other to fill in.
For all that Nirali only ever had one "serious" relationship it was with a guy named Mit, I never understood what she saw in him, she was clearly smarter than him and he treated her like shit, and I suspected had cheated on her a few times, I only ever once obliquely mentioned my thoughts to her but she brushed them off and I did not bring it up again. We had finals coming up in the next few weeks and predictably started seeing less of each other, I had just gotten the heave ho a relationship so I had a lot of time to study, Nirali though spent most of her time with Mit and not quite enough studying. I tried to get her to buckle down and study but she ignored me, eventually I decided that she was a big girl and I needed to get my own shit together, I spent a good 2 weeks with my nose in some kind of reference tome or the other, caffeine and sleep deprivation were my constant companions.
Eventually though I had one of those nights where my body just could not take it anymore and I fell asleep in the library, fortunately the University kept the library open till midnight during finals and that's when I was shaken awake by the night guard, I gathered up my books and walked back to my apartment. It was a muggy night, as nights in India tend to be, fortunately I lived close to the university and reached my building inside ten minutes, I pushed open the main gate and that's when I saw Nirali sitting in the lobby crying. I slowly sat next to her and asked, "What's wrong Niru?"
She said, "I had the most horrible day you can imagine."
I responded with, "Tell me, later, we need to get you upstairs first"
We took the stairs up to my apartment; I lived alone so it was in the usual single guy state of borderline health hazard. I pushed some junk off the couch, got her seated and got out the beers, I imagined her bad day had something to do with Randy and her next words proved me right.
"He cheated on me!
I hate watching girls cry, I'm usually at a loss on what is proper etiquette but even I knew an arm around her was the right thing to do. I could feel the hot tears sock into my cotton shirt.
"And to think tonight was the night I planned to make him my first," she continued weepily.
This was something we never spoke about before; I'd always wondered if Nirali had, had her cherry popped; now I knew.
"Niru, sweet heart, he's an asshole to pull this kind of bull shit on an amazing girl like you, any retard who would throw away a beautiful, sweet, loving and sexy girl like you has his head up some other retard's ass."
In hindsight I realize I could have ended that more forcefully but it seemed to work, she looked up, into my eyes and asked
"You think I'm sexy?" she cooed.
"Of course I think you're sexy, what kind of silly question is that? In any case I always thought he was no good for you, you'll be glad you saved yourself for someone who really cares about you."
She looked at me thoughtfully and said "You're right."
The next thing I know she leaned into me and our lips were kissing, I was taken aback, but enough of a guy to kiss her back immediately. I put my hand gently on the back of her neck. She opened her mouth in response. Our tongues touched lightly at first then soon flowered into an all-out explosion of passion.
We continued kissing. What really surprised me next was the fact that she became even more forward. She moved over on top of my lap and moved my hands around to her ass as we continued to kiss. Her denim skirt only came up to mid-thigh; I slid my hands down and up, under her skirt.
"Are you sure you want to do this Niru?" I asked her.
"I want my first time to be with someone who really cares about me Jeff, and I can't think of anyone better."
Well I'm too much of a gentleman to turn down a lady so I pulled her face back down to mine and frenched her again. I could feel her warm skin under the silk panties she was wearing, I gently caressed her ass and teasingly ran a finger between her legs just brushing her silk covered mound, and she shivered in reply.
Her hands had begun to slowly unzip the back of her blouse. My heart stopped for a moment as I gazed at her in a completely new light. She was braless underneath, her slight breasts looked almost golden in the single incandescent light of my living room,
"Niru you are stunning. You are the most beautiful girls I'v ever seen."
Her blush said more than words ever could, Her hands moved to my track pants and slowly pulled them down, my excitement was evident as my dick popped up through my Y-fronts. She didn't say a word, but only stared deeply into my eyes as she straddled me.
Her hands were resting on my shoulders as her tongue slipped between my lips. My arms encircled her as we kissed. Her silk clad virginity rubbed against my penis in the most delicate and yet seductive manner. Nirali moved her hands down and without warning pulled aside her panties.
She shivered and broke the kiss to look into my eyes. She lovingly caressed my cheek as she began to slowly slide down onto my erect shaft. She grimaced when the head pressed against her hymen. Her head leaned back as she thrust herself down on me, breaking that final barrier between us. Her eyes opened wide and a tear rolled down her cheek as the pain struck her.
She saw the look of concern cross my face and reassured me with a smile.
"It's not so bad, and now and forever the most special guy I've known will have made me a woman."
Her smile was a pure and beautiful; I had to kiss her again. Her hips were moving in little circles. The sensation sent little tremors of pleasure through both of us. I gently bit her neck which sent a small quiver down her and up my shaft and she let off a sexy little yelp
Her velvet insides held me tight as she built up a slow rhythm; I guided her with my hands on her hips into a more consistent speed. She threw off her blouse completely and pulled my face to her chest, I took a nipple into my mouth and ran circle around it with my tongue,
"Ohhh God that feels good" she moaned.
She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face tighter against her body, I ran my fingers gently across her ass as I continued to suck her nipples alternately, I've always wondered about it so I gently ran a finger over her anal entrance, she stiffened and I understood she wasn't ready, but I tickled it just the same, her moans got louder and she was starting to ride me harder.
"Oh fuck your cock feels so good inside me, it's filled me up completely, make me your slut! I want to be your little slut!"
I'd never heard her talk like this before, and I could feel my balls tighten as my load was preparing to go off. Surprisingly she started to come before me, her moans started small at first but built up; they were starting to push me towards the edge as well.
"Slow down otherwise I'll come inside you" I warned her.
"I want you to come inside me please, I want you to be the first man who fills me with his cum."
To someone who has never had a woman beg them to come inside her, the feeling I felt then was indescribable, I exploded in a jet and that was the trigger that sent her over the cliff of her own orgasm. We held each other close as the wave of pleasure washed over our bodies.
Twenty minutes later, we were still on the couch glowing in our post coital bliss, her head was pressed against my chest but unlike earlier in the night there were no tears. The smile and kiss we shared I'll remember for the rest of my life.
Well it's been a few years since that night, we never spoke about it again, and we never fucked again, I think we both realized it would have never worked between us, we remained friends for the rest of college and a few years after that till she had to move away for work, and although it's been a while and I loved and lost a few more since then, I think I'll always remember our one special night.
A walk in the rains... with a maid
She sat on the compound wall at the park her back turned to the sea and the beautiful, pastel sunset skies. She looked radiant in her bright red blouse and yellow sari. She sat facing the oval path on which evening walkers, weight watchers and health freaks would come to sweat away the hours, burning those unwanted calories walking the rounds. She had no problem with calories. She had a fair tan colour to her with long black hair rolled into a bun. Her breasts were small and noticeably firm. Her cleavage accentuated by the low line blouse and the palau of her sari which was wrapped just below her bosom and cleavage line and across one breast. She had a slim and curvaceous body with an accentuated bum.
She noticed me staring at her as I walked past and acknowledged me with a mischievous smile. Her sandals off her feet she swung her legs on the parapet where she sat in gay abandon. She obviously worked as a maid close by and had come here to enjoy the cool breeze and pass her free time. But today the crowd was less. The smell of dampened earth and impending rain had kept them away. The wind gushed through the trees and ominous clouds approached from the horizon like storm troopers ready to advance their condition. The energy was vibrant and electric, the monsoons were here.
As I passed by her again I smiled and she grinned back. She was immensely attractive in a natural kind of way with no make up. Her features were naturally beautiful and Indian. She was tying a band of mogras in her hair and their heady scent wafted in the strong south westerly monsoon breeze delighting my senses. I had walked another round and the crowd got less but she made no attempt to go. As I walked in her direction, the waves lashed the rocky shore line lining the air with a mist. The coconut palms bared their fruit like women with spread-eagled thighs. A few people seated got up to go. She opened her umbrella to stop herself from getting wet but the spray had beaten her to it and her blouse and sari was partially wet and clung to her body. She looked so sexy and I felt a stirring in my groin as I kept my gaze upon her and walked another round. I began to feel a stirring in my loins and quickened my pace hoping she would not leave.
This time around the rain came down with a stronger pelt and she got up to go when she noticed me approaching. She offered to share her umbrella and we ran together towards the shelter towards the middle of the park. I held onto her arm to stay under the umbrella and she didn't seem to mind and drew closer to me as she passed me the umbrella since I was taller. Just then the lights in the park went and we were plunged into darkness.
We reached the shelter panting and out of breath as the rain came down heavily. I looked around and noticed we were alone. The wind howled and hurled its fury at the trees rustling the branches and dusting up light debris, in the air. The rain poured thick from the skies like a satin curtain. I leaned against the pole of the shelter which was like a large concrete umbrella. The rain lashed at us from all sides thanks to a raging wind. We held onto each other tight as the thunder beat its mighty beats across the dark landscape. She held onto me as I tried to shield her with my body from the rain. Holding the umbrella I changed direction and put my arms around her and she turned away from me as her bum pressed against an aroused penis. My shorts were drenched with rain and my hard on was quite noticeable. I gasped as she wiggled her bum against me backing into me the slit of her arse which snuggled onto my penis.
I looked around again and we were completely alone, the inner and outer hedges of the park had concealed us well. The lack of lights made it almost pitch black. My one hand held her umbrella whilst the other was around her waist holding her tight against me. She breathed heavily as I smelled the flowers in her disheveled hair. My hand was around her waist, I moved it up slightly, lightly cupping her firm breast in my hand. She made no resistance to me and smiled. Encouraged, I moved my hand under her palau and squeezed her breast feeling her nipple harden at my touch through her blouse. She wore no bra. I caressed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. The thin material was wet and clung to her breasts. You could just about see her beautiful breasts, her swelled nipples and their dark and taut aureoles. She heaved out a sigh and rubbed her bum harder against my rock hard penis. Her heat swelled through me as I am sure mine did through her.
I instinctively moved my hand towards her thighs feeling her up. My hand moved between the folds of her sari and petticoat, up into her vaginal area. I felt her through her sari and noticed she wore no panties as she parted her thighs ever so slightly. My hand lifted her sari and my finger stroked her bare and wet vaginal lips, moving gently in her moistness I slowly massaged her clitoris and stroked her wet entrance inserting my finger ever so slightly in her. She turned towards me making me release my hand. I held her close, licked my finger and moved to her breast. She held me close and sighed in my ear in Hindi, "I don't know what's come over me don't think wrong of me." The scent of the flowers in her hair, and the taste of her erotic juices were a heady mixture. She rubbed her pussy against my groin as I turned her face towards me and kissed her. She sucked my tongue and then her darting tongue explored my mouth with an intensity I had never before experienced. While we kissed I massaged her breasts and played with her nipples. They were stiff and moist with rain. Her hand felt my cock and she unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my cock out stroking it gently along the shaft and then caressing the head of my penis. She knelt down and sucked and licked the tip before taking my penis wholly in her mouth: sucking my penis and licking my tip like an ice cream cone. Struggling to hold the umbrella, I folded it and let it lie on the ground as by now we were totally drenched anyway. Both my hands clutched at her breasts as she sucked me, rolling her tongue over my shaft and taking my balls in her mouth. Licking my cock whilst running her hands along the length of my cock she sucked, massaged and masturbated me.
I strained my self from coming and noticing this she lifted her head towards me and rose to kiss me. I kissed her again briefly and sucked on her nipples. They swelled at the touch of my mouth as I flicked them repeatedly with my tongue. I lifted the front of her sari and lifted her clutching her bums I positioned her onto me. My cock slipped into her and she rode me standing, gripping me with her legs around my waist. The weathers fury encouraged us further. We rocked each other to heaven as the storm raged around us. She thrust herself onto me as I clutched her bums tightly holding her on me in motion.
Later, she knelt on her knees and hands and I took her from behind. She thrust her hips into me as I strode all the way in her vagina, now soaking wet and lubricated to take me. I squeezed holding onto her breasts as I rode her. I kept thrusting my self in her and she encouraged me to take her and thrust harder lifting her bums up and outwards towards me. She bucked her hips and this opened up her pussy completely.
She turned around just before I was about to cum and held me back by holding my penis tightly at the base of the tip with her thumb and forefinger. She turned over and lay on her back. She spread her legs and lifted her sari and petticoat and guided my cock with her hand. She rubbed the tip of my penis to her clitoris and around her vagina before I slipped in. I just entered her fully and lay still on top of her kissing her. Her thighs and legs gripped me by the waist as I penetrated her fully. I didn't want this to ever end. She kept squeezing me with her pussy, holding and letting go. The feeling was intense. I licked her nipples and squeezed her breasts and she sighed and moaned. I sucked hungrily on her nipples nipping and biting them gently.
All the while kissing her I stroked her breasts and then slowly thrust her dripping pussy. We moved in tandem both to an orgasm as I spilled into her. Her body writhed uncontrollably as she massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples, an orgasm ripped through her thighs and she arched her back crying out loud. She just held me in her as I spilt all my cum into her. She again massaged me with her pussy draining my cock. I slipped out limp. As I withdrew myself, a stream of cum juices trickled out of her. We both stood up and she cleaned herself with the rain water. The weather remained stormy and whilst there was a brief let up in the rain we had to leave.
She said, "Sahib, do you have a car? Can you drop me, I work very close by."
"Sure" but what's your name?" I asked.
"You want to meet me again?" she replied and smiled.
"Would you like to?" I asked her.
"Yes." She smiled coyly and looked down and away.
I dropped her home, rather to where she worked. It was close by.
On the way, she straightened her self out in the car and dried her self with my towel. She was very shy in the car. The wanton and passionately wild creature I had enjoyed was now so coy, shy and soft. I gave her my mobile number. She placed her hand on my crotch and gently patted my penis and kissed her fingers. She left with a smile on her lips and tucked the paper with my number into her bosom.
Nick and Akki loose their restraints in the rain
The cold, frigid drops of water were raining down hard all around. Hitting against the tin shelter with a low, constant drumming. The blanket of water shielded the shelter from the rest of the world, but no one was around anyway. They were the only two people foolish enough to be out on such a miserable day.
The air in the shelter, however, was far from cold. There was a living heat in the air, a palpable tension so thick that it could break at any moment and out would flow an endless hot stream of raw desire.
Akki was sitting down on a stone bench leaning back on her outstretched hands and looking up at Nick who was standing about a metre away, leaning on a concrete pillar. The two were dueling. Sparing, stretching, challenging each other's minds and connecting while debating fiercely.
He loved the way her mind worked, so complex, rational, well ordered and yet with obvious emotion and a hint of naivety.
She was frustrated with his strong arguments which she was struggling to find a hole in. She knew she was never going to win as he held a superior mind but her stubbornness wouldn't let her concede so easily and so she continued, throwing up one new losing argument after the other. All the while admiring his mental fortress of well crafted points despite the overtones of the spiritual so obvious in his position.
While Akki was raking her brain for new perspectives to throw at him, her thoughts were being distracted by other, darker, lustful thoughts. She was busy thinking how quiet it was and how no one was around. How much she wanted to torment Nick and use him for her selfish, carnal desires. She knew he didn't really want her in that way. He valued their friendship too much and yet at the same time, it was so obvious that he did in fact desire her. She could tell by the way his words would sometimes trail off and he would glance at her quietly. She knew his desires were strong when he averted his eyes, forcing himself not to stare. She knew he was on the edge.
Nick wanted her. There was no other way to put it. She was gorgeous, young, intelligent and yet he couldn't bring himself to take the plunge. What would he become if he let his desires control him? It would go against everything he stood for and had been telling her all along. But how long could he really resist when she exuded so much willingness and sexuality?
Eventually, Akki ran out of points to make and frustrated by both her losing position and her distracting thoughts, she suddenly stood up and grabbed Nick by his shoulders almost shouting her final points at him as she shook him. Realising how silly she was being, she stopped mid-sentence and stared into Nick's eyes shocked into stillness by how passionate she had gotten about this theoretical argument, it was but a simple sparring of the minds.
Nick had also frozen taken aback by her sudden outburst and simply stared into her eyes, wondering what she was thinking and being painfully aware of how good it felt to have her hands holding tightly onto his shoulders. The simple touch sent his mind going off on a wild tangent as he briefly, yet vividly, imagined how the rest of her body would feel pressed up tightly against his own.
Akki noticed the glint in Nick's eyes and while she realised she was still gripping his shoulders rather tightly, she couldn't bring herself to remove her hands. Instead, improper thoughts filled her mind and she realised that it was now or never. She had to have him and if she wanted to have him, she had to take him. Quickly, she grabbed his shoulders even tighter and before he could react, she swung him around and pushed him to sit down on the stone bench she was perched on earlier. Keeping her hands firmly on his shoulders she swung her right leg over his legs and straddled him kneeling down on the stone bench over him and pressing her body against his. She leaned down over him and kissed him.
Nick had barely recovered from his straying thoughts when he suddenly found himself sitting down and pinned in place by Akki's perfect body sitting on his lap. Her lips were on his and the dam of restraint was beginning to leak. He kissed her back, enjoying the sweet feeling of her lips and the slither of her tongue as it brushed against his lip. He told himself that he could still stop before it got out of hand that he was just going to enjoy this embrace, this kiss, for a while...
Akki had other plans. She was wearing a short skirt and unknown to Nick, she had no panties on underneath. She was on a mission today and she would be damned if she didn't get her way. There was a cool mist blowing into the shelter as the wind forced stray raindrops over them, wetting her body and making her thin singlet stick to her body. She wrapped her hands around his head and shoulders, pulling him into her as she deepened their kiss, breathing in deeply and savouring his scent, her body shivering slightly from the cool water and the lust washing over her.
She could tell that Nick was enjoying this but was still holding back. He hadn't given in to his desires and it both frustrated her and excited her. She would make him throw restraint to the wind. She would make him lose control over, she would make him hers.
She used her legs to push his and turn his body so that he was sitting more sideways on the stone bench. She pushed back on his shoulders and pressed her body over his, forcing him to lie down on the bench. When he was lying down she continued to pin him there for a few more seconds, silently instructing him to stay put. Satisfied, she kneeled up over him and leaned back just as a gust of wind blew in more rain and covered them with a light spray. Closing her eyes and spreading her arms out, she let the water hit her body and enjoyed the cool water against her hot skin, knowing full well that it was wetting her white top and making it stick to her body more. Still with her eyes closed, she pushed forward her hips slightly. She wasn't looking but she was sure that from his position, Nick could finally tell that she wasn't wearing any panties. She could just feel his eyes on her, taking in every inch of her wet, youthful beauty.
Nick had all but fallen. Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to reach out and grab this beautiful girl who was kneeling over him. He longed to run his hands up her thighs and cup her buttocks. To wrap his arms around her slender waist, to reach up and peel off her basically see-through top. He wanted her and had never felt such a strong, animal desire before in his life. His cock was already fully erect and screaming at him to take what was so obviously being offered to him - it has been so long, it begged. And yet there was still a thin thread freezing him in place. Some lone soldier in the corner of his mind, shouting frantically to stop stop stop!
Akki glanced down at Nick and saw that his eyes were glazed with desire. But he was still just lying there, paralyzed. She knew he was still struggling, he hadn't given up. She'd need to take it further still. She reached down and brushed her hand over his trousers. He was hot and hard under her touch and she pressed her fingers firmly against his member, gripping it carefully and squeezing it through his pants. His eyes fluttered, closing briefly but opened again as he continued to simply watch her, not moving. She upped her game. She reached her hands between her own legs and leaning back, let him watch as she touched herself in front of him. She circled her clit and ran a finger down her wet pussy and pushed it gently inside her letting a small moan escape her lips. Pushing her finger all the way in, she then withdrew it and locked eyes with Nick as she brought the finger to her mouth and let him watch as she sucked it clean. She repeated the motion and this time, when she withdrew her finger from her aching honey pot, she brought it to his lips. He tensed but she insisted, using her slick finger to trace his bottom lip.
The soft, inviting touch of her wet finger on his lip was driving him insane. He could smell her arousal just centimeters from his nose. He knew that once he opened his mouth to taste it he would be well and truly over the edge and there'd be no turning back. She had lost the debate but won this battle. He knew it already but was delaying the inevitable, torturing his own body and only fueling his own desire. When he could delay no more, he finally let his lips part and let his tongue slide out to lick his bottom lip. She pushed her finger into his mouth and he hungrily closed his lips around it running his tongue over her finger tasting every surface. She tasted so sweet, so hot, so ready and it made him light headed knowing that she was wet for him, Nick.
Akki smiled to herself. He had finally given in. So now it was time to have fun, finally. She withdrew her finger from his eager mouth and shifted position. She climbed up towards his head and pinning his arms down with her legs, she straddled his face. She just knelt there, too far for him to reach but pinning him in place. Totally in control. She looked down at his face, between her legs and she knew that he was hers. Completely and she could do what she wanted with him.
She slowly, inch by inch, lowered her body onto his face. She could feel his hot breath on her wet lips and he blew a stream of air over her pussy as it drew nearer and nearer. As it closed the final gap, and she felt his lips touch hers, she closed her eyes and threw back her head, letting out a soft moan as she felt his tongue flick over her sensitive clit and felt his lips close around it, sucking it into his mouth. He continued to run his tongue over her clit until she pulled herself up forcing him to release her clit from his mouth. She shifted forward and lowered herself onto him again, forcing him to focus on her waiting hole. She wanted to feel his tongue inside her. She wanted him to taste her completely and have her juices dripping into his eager mouth.
Nick was in heaven, pinned under such a perfect young woman, being forced to taste her, to pleasure her, to devour her sex. He loved every moment of it and the taste of her desire was so sweet and intoxicating. The last lone solder in his mind had shut up or died and all he could think about was how much he wanted her. He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her. He could have lay like this forever but there was another burning desire in his pants fighting for attention and quickly gaining ground.
Akki moaned softly as Nicks tongue slid in and out of her running up and down her wet lips and teasing her clit. Glad that he had finally given in, she knew the hard part was over. Now she just wanted more of him. She shifted and removed herself from her position pinning his arms down. She returned to straddling his legs, sitting down on his lap and helped him rub his arms, worried they were sore from her weight. She also leaned in to kiss him as she ran her hands soothingly up his arms. She tasted herself on his lips and hungrily ran her tongue over his, swirling it around in his mouth before sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and biting down ever so lightly.
Suddenly remembering where they were, she had a frantic look around. They were in public for god sake! But the rain was still heavy and she was relieved to see that there was no one around. In fact there were sounds of distant thunder rolling through the air and she knew the storm was only going to be worse. No one was going to go out to a park in such weather. They had their privacy, thank nature for that. But she really couldn't have cared too much as she was so hott with pure desire.
She knelt down on the floor in front of him and reached up to undo his pants. He quickly sat up and forward, giving her access to his belt and trousers buttons. She fumbled with them but got them open and he raised his hips so she could slide his pants down his thighs. She was impatient so she removed his underwear together with his pants and when his cock sprung free, she abandoned the pants halfway down his thighs and reached up, wrapping her hand around his throbbing member. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly before bringing her face closer to his cock. She slowly poked out her tongue and let it brush against the tip. Looking into his eyes as she rolled her tongue more firmly over the sensitive tip. She tightened her grip and started to stroke it up and down slowly. Breaking eye contact, she closed her lips around his cock sucking on it gently and then lowering her head onto him, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.
She took him completely into her mouth and let the tip rest against the back of her throat, swallowing lightly to let her muscles contract around his cock. He let out a moan as her mouth moved around his cock. He could feel her warm tongue sliding around him, her throat pressed up against his tip, the wetness of her saliva coating him and making him smooth and slick. As she started moving her head up and down, he wanted to bury his hands in her hair and pull her onto him, fuck her beautiful mouth. The beautiful sensations on his cock were shooting throughout his whole body and numbing his mind to everything but the pure pleasure that she was giving him. He looked down at her beautiful face, her mouth firmly wrapped around his cock, her eyes closed and an expression of pleasure on her face. Her fringe was falling over her face and blocking the beautiful view. He reached down and pulled back the hair from her face and held it on her head so he could enjoy the sight of her young, beautiful face bobbing up and down on his cock. Every now and then, she would open her eyes and look up at him as she worked his cock.
She was moaning on his cock and she wanted more. She reached her spare hand down between her own legs and started to play with her clit and finger herself. She pushed two fingers into herself as she pushed her head down onto his cock, withdrawing her fingers as she took her head off his cock. She matched the rhythm, fucking herself with her fingers in time to how she was sucking his cock. She pushed her mouth all the way down his cock and moved her head slightly trying to take it deeper. While she did this, she curled up her fingers inside her and swirled them around deep within her. She could have made herself climax like this but she forced herself to hold back. She wanted to cum with his cock buried deep inside her. She knew that it wouldn't take much as she was so wound up and hungry for his cock.
Finally she pulled away and stood up, stretching her legs briefly while pulling at Nick's trousers, wanting them out of the way. She was more than ready to feel him inside her but now she wanted him to take charge. She knew he would take her. So she stood there in front of him and just stared at him. Smiling invitingly in her wet top and pantyless skirt, not making a move, not uttering a sound...
Last edited by chancellorx : 1 Week Ago at 07:23 PM.
HOLY FUCK, dude. Your best work yet. What a fucking slut Akki is and Nick is such a lucky bastard!
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