It was raining heavily when the auto stopped outside the apartment that Mily was staying in. Despite the protection provided by the auto rickshaw she was completely drenched and her clothes were clinging to her body like second skin. She knew that the contours of her breasts would be visible and hence she had the money ready in her hand. She did not want to give the auto driver an opportunity to ogle and well, get ideas. As the auto sped off, she entered inside the apartment and the first thing she did was to kick off her heels.
Entering the apartment in bare feet which were wet, the next thing Pinky did was to switch on the light and look at herself in the mirror. God! It was good that she had disposed off the auto from outside because her thick dark nipples could clearly be seen through the transparent T shirt.
Pinky had been sharing this one bedroom apartment with her close friend Mily for more than three months now as her hubby was out of country for 6 months. Mily was to leave early next morning and Pinky had expected Mily to be home when she returned and was quite surprised to see that Mily had not yet returned.
She picked up her cell and dialed Mily's number." Oh hi! I got absolutely drenched, yaar. What it will take you some more time. God! Mily, you are absolutely impossible! You have to leave early. Anyway I am downing two sleeping pills,." Both the girls belonged to Allahabad
Now for some sleep, Pinky thought. She had thought that she would sleep in the jeans and T shirt but now that option was not available. Well, the next best option was to sleep topless. A skimpy panty would have to do the duty of a nightwear. Both she and Mily had seen each other nude but both had taken care never to stare. And frankly she had never slept topless before but today it was more because of necessity than for any other reason. She did not want to crush the other items of clothing that she had so painstakingly packed.
32 year old Pinky had a body that would give many established models a run for their money. Generous and firm 34 B size breasts complimented her 5 feet 7 inches body that was tall by Indian standards. She took off almost all the clothes before entering the small room that served as a dressing room for the girls. Once inside she permitted herself some vanity and admired her nude self. The slender neck, the flawless satin skin, the shapely breasts capped by chocolatish brown nipples with small areola, the sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, the long and lovely legs and the nail polished bare feet with an anklet on her left leg. There was a long and black beauty spot not unlike the shape of a heart, that was situated at the top of her right thigh. It had been a matter of some consolation to Pinky that the mark was situated so high that it would be visible only if she went nude and the chances of that were remote. Her nude body was a sight that could have stopped anyone in his tracks. She took out a sheet to cover herself and wrapped it clumsily around her waist. Going to the bedroom, she bent towards the side drawer and fumbled in the medicine box for the sleeping pills. She groaned on finding that the box was empty. Cursing Mily under her breath she switched off the light and tried to sleep.
Pinky could not remember the time but after a while she heard the sound of a motor cycle and the sound of two people. God, Mily must be nuts. Arriving on a motorcycle in this rain. Pinky felt nervous. Mily was not alone and here she was in the bed virtually nude. Hopefully whosoever had come to drop her would leave soon. After all he too would want to get to wherever he was staying. Nevertheless, despite these thoughts, Pinky felt nervous and aroused at the same time.
The bedroom door opened. Mily stopped in the doorway when she noticed that the light was out.
"Oh. She's already asleep," Mily said. She stood there for a moment, evidently at a loss. "I was thinking that, well, she'd just excuse herself and go somewhere else."
"Hey, it's okay. And by the way where would she go in this rain" said a deep voice, a male voice. "I'll just head back to my place. I've had a great time ..."
"You're not going anywhere. You will fall ill." Mily said firmly. "Come on in. We can whisper. Pinky'll sleep through anything."
"Are you sure?"
In response, Pinky could hear the guy being dragged towards Mily's bed. Oh, hell, Pinky thought. Now what am I supposed to do? I should probably say something, let them know that I'm really awake. But a moment later it was too late: she heard two bodies hitting Mily's bed, followed by a high-pitched, drunken giggle from Mily. That idiot of a girl has had drinks and that too when she has to leave early in the morning.
"You're sure she's asleep?" the guy asked.
His voice was deeply masculine, even as a whisper. Pinky imagined a broad, muscular chest and dark hair.
"God, Mily. You are all wet!" he continued before Mily could answer.
Mily did not reply but Pinky could hear the sound of Mily getting out of clothes. This was leading to something that Pinky had not imagined in her wildest dreams. Two young girls..one almost nude, another getting nude, night time and a young man. What if he just banged them! Perhaps she should do what she was in bed for i.e. try to fall asleep.
But it was no use. She couldn't fall asleep. Maybe just a quick peek, Pinky thought. She hesitated for a moment, then rolled over as silently as she could. Very cautiously, she raised her eyelids a sliver. She was facing across the small room towards Mily's bed. She'd been in the dark for a while, and her eyes had adjusted – Mily and her friend were visible on the bed, though only just. They lay on their sides, the guy with his back to Pinky. Mily had her arms around him and she had pushed up his shirt so that her hands caressed the bare skin of his back. The couple seemed to be kissing enthusiastically. And he did indeed have broad shoulders and dark hair, just as Pinky had known he would.
Mily had taken off her jeans which was understandable. After all she was wet as a fish. Now she sat up and reached for the hem of her tank top.
Her eyelashes still blocked her view a little, giving the scene a muddled sense of unreality. Mily moved in dreamy slow motion, drawing her shirt gradually upwards. The smooth skin of her waist came into view first, then the slightly rounded stomach, then the sheer bra. Pinky knew that Mily was fond of delicate and expensive lingerie. Finally, Mily wiggled her torso to get the top over her shoulders. Her face disappeared for a moment as she extracted her hair. She threw the top in Pinky's direction, and Pinky caught her breath. But Mily didn't notice. Her eyes were on the guy, savoring his reaction as the bra slid off her shoulders.
Mily understood the effect her bare breasts were having on the boy. She looked down at him with a knowing smirk. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. Her breasts touched him first, her hard nipples flattening against the exposed skin of his chest. Their arms went around each other and their lips met again, more urgently this time. Mily's hair fell over both of them
Pinky tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Mily had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Mily giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.
In response he leaned over and Pinky saw his tongue flick out and swirl around one nipple. Mily gasped, and something inside Pinky melted. A warmth flowed up from her center, making her feel light-headed and faint. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to control the feelings. But her nipples had become painfully hard, and the contact with her arms felt like an electric shock. She subconsciously slid one hand down between her legs.
The man pushed awkwardly at his boxer shorts. He lifted his hips and yanked the waistband until they began to move down, revealing a slim, muscular butt. Pinky licked her lips nervously. He finally kicked his shorts off and lay on his side, wearing only his unbuttoned shirt. And then he got out of that as well, and he was completely naked. His dark, wavy hair lapped over his neck, down to where smooth muscles played under his shoulder blades as he pulled Mily towards him. His back blocked Pinky's view of whatever they were doing.
Mily was wearing a thong of some dark-colored material, navy blue or black, so that, from Pinky's point of view, she was naked from head to toe except for the thin waistband of her panties. The guy was running his hands along the curve of her bottom and over the backs of her legs.
Pinky tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Mily had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Mily giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.
Mily's shoulder began moving rhythmically. Pinky couldn't see her arm or hand, but she could guess what was happening. She surprised herself by feeling frustrated that the guy's cock was hidden, that she couldn't tell if Mily's hand was really sliding along its length. His cock must be very hard by now, Pinky thought, slanting out from his body, its tip dark from the blood surging through it
For a moment Pinky's thoughts spun out of control. She saw herself pushing her covers aside and going over to Mily's bed, offering herself to them and having a threesome about which she had read so often. She closed her eyes tight. What was wrong with her? She wasn't a voyeur. None of this had anything to do with her. If Mily wanted to ... to what? Pinky shivered. Whoever this guy was, Pinky was pretty sure she hadn't seen him before and it was pretty obvious that Mily was going to be fucked by him.
Pinky's breathing turned ragged. She couldn't help herself. She slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties until they lay against her pussy. Her folds felt swollen, slippery with moisture. Her eyes were wide open now. If Mily looked up, she'd surely know that Pinky was watching her. It didn't matter now. She felt reckless, wanton, half-wanting Mily to notice. Would she invite Pinky to join them? She could run her fingers over the guy's butt, touch the smooth skin of his powerful shoulders..
Pinky clenched her teeth. No, no, no. She had more control over herself than that – even if Mily obviously didn't. Pinky took a deep breath and removed her hand from her panties. Just then the guy rolled onto his back with a breathless grunt. A little bit of stray light outlined the hard planes of his face, but Pinky still couldn't really see him. His cock, though – she could see that perfectly. Mily had let go of it, and it seemed to stand out a mile from his hips, rising at a steep angle to his torso, quivering slightly, the head swelling to form a bulb at the end. Then Mily's hand was covering it again, or part of it anyway. Either Mily's hand was awfully small, because his cock seemed to be as long as she had seen in some of the films and she had been told that it was all a trick photography.
Mily slid her hand along the shaft and then just brushed the head with her fingertips. The guy groaned loudly and bucked his hips upwards. Somehow, his cock had grown even longer. Mily just stared at it for a moment. Then she swept her hair over her shoulder, so that it fanned out across her bare back. Her face began to dip downwards.
Mily didn't hesitate. Her tongue darted out from between her glossy lips and teased the skin at the very tip of the guy's cock. He jumped as if he'd been struck. Mily giggled at his reaction, then did it again. This time the guy's hips rose to meet her, and Mily moved her lips over his cock head,her lips rolling the foreskin back and swallowed the head halfway down. Pinky's eyes picked up the smallest details: Mily's lips bulging outwards as they passed over the ridge that separated his cock tip from the shaft. Their arousal filled the small dark room, saturating the part of Pinky's brain that controlled her breathing and her body temperature. She was perspiring, the panty and bedsheet unbearably hot against her skin. She had to get them off now.
She fought for control over herself. Panty off, she decided. After all how did they or anyone know what she was or was not wearing! She skinned her panties down her thighs as discreetly as she could. God! She was as nude as the day she was born! Her hand went back between her legs. She was dripping down there. Everything was tender and slippery; she was almost afraid to touch herself, she was so sensitive. She bit her lip and slid her index finger along the outer lips of her pussy, picking up some of the moisture, using it to lubricate the passage of her finger over her clit. She knew that her breathing was too loud and that she was lying in a completely unnatural position as she struggled to see everything that was happening in the next bed. But it was obvious that Mily and her boyfriend weren't paying any attention to her. They were lost in their own little world. Mily held the guy's cock in one hand and swirled her tongue around the tip, pausing to nuzzle it with her lips. The guy grunted every time her tongue touched him. Mily was kneeling between his outstretched legs now, and her breasts swung freely each time she dipped her head.
Suddenly, Mily sat up. Pinky's heart skipped a beat. Had Mily sensed that she was watching? No. Her attention was still on her boyfriend. Or, more accurately, on his groin. She rubbed his cock head idly between her fingers. Then she crawled over him so that her hips were positioned above his. Pinky felt an odd sense of relief. Mily was still wearing her thong which was a bit strange because Pinky knew that it was just a matter of time before that man fucked Mily.
Mily hadn't let go of the guy's cock. In fact she held it firmly now. Pinky's breath caught in her throat. Mily was ... she was pulling the crotch of her panties to one side and nudging the guy's cock towards the entrance of her pussy! Pinky started to feel light-headed again. Mily closed her eyes and shifted her hips back and forth. Pinky couldn't see the critical area very well, but it looked like he wasn't going inside her very far. With every forward movement, Mily let out a little high-pitched gasp. His cock head must be ... it must be hitting her clit, Pinky thought. Her own pussy began to throb. She squeezed down on it with her hand, but that just made it worse, almost painful.
Suddenly a quiver ran through her and Pinky made a startled "oh" sound. She'd just cum, she realized. Normally her climaxes took forever to build up, but this one just happened all at once. Her body contracted, sending her fingers deeper into her pussy. What's happening to me? she wondered. She felt almost as desperate at Mily, who was still wriggling against her boyfriend. Finally, Mily made a frenzied shift of her hips, and his cock moved inside her. His cock seemed so long and thick, Pinky thought. He wouldn't fit all the way, would he?
But he did. Their loins mashed together, Mily's tiny patch of hair rubbing against his thick nest of black curls. Mily held still for one long, agonizing moment, then began to heave up and down. Her motions became more and more violent and her breasts bounced, changing shape, flattening on her chest as she crashed against the guy's hips.
Pinky was rubbing herself without any sense of restraint now. Her skin shone with a sheen of perspiration. She knew that anyone looking in her direction would know exactly what she was doing. But it didn't matter. She couldn't stop. Her breathing became louder and harsher, mirroring the sounds that were coming from Mily's bed. Pinky shook as another orgasm hit her and a loud moan rose from deep in her chest.
The guy reached up and put his hands over Mily's breasts. She leaned forward to intensify the contact.
"Sidharth," she said breathlessly.
So that was his name, Pinky thought.
"Yes, right ... there," Mily said. A hard jolt ran through Mily's body. Her butt slammed down again and again.
For a moment Pinky felt oddly disconnected, as if she was watching the scene from somewhere else – the naked couple on the bed, no longer making any attempt to keep their passion quiet or discreet ... even in the rain the whole neighborhood must be listening to their cries and their bodies slapping wetly together – the single girl a few feet away, eyes wide, panties lying somewhere in the bed; otherwise fully nude, a sheet only partly covering her super-heated body, long bare legs exposed now, pale in the dim light, one hand buried deep in her pussy. It all seemed to drift into slow-motion. The guy – Sidharth – moved his hand to grip Mily's butt. She scooped her hips forward and arched her back, her breasts thrust forward, nipples hard and swollen, long hair hanging straight down her back. She froze in that position, a trickle of sweat dripping between her breasts, across her stomach, and pooling in her belly button.
Sidharth's body convulsed once, then again as he dug his fingers into the flesh of Mily's bottom, and he emitted a harsh, drawn-out "ahhh". Mily seemed to soften, drawing in her breath in a long sigh and collapsed slowly onto Sidharth's chest. Pinky felt a flood of warmth against her hand. An unbearably intense sensation rushed outward from her center, spreading through her body. She knew she was breathing too hard, too quickly, but there was no way she could control what was happening to her. The warm, melting feeling filled her completely, flowing out into her fingers and toes until her skin burned and everything turned hazy and indistinct.
A long time later, the room was much brighter and Pinky felt groggy, as if she'd had too much to drink the night before. She came slowly to her senses, remembering what had happened after Mily had come back to their room and had promptly got fucked. Just like that. As if it was no big deal! She looked over at her alarm clock and noticed that it was nearly five AM. Okay, fine.
Her train was not till noon. If she got moving now, she'd have time for a shower and a quick breakfast. She'd have to wait a little longer to sort out what had happened the night before.
She took stock. Her panties, wherever they were, were probably a lost cause. But so what! She rolled off the bed, bare feet landing on the cold tile floor, still trying to clear her head. It was another minute before she realized that she had company. In the form of Sidharth. The same guy who had fucked Mily the previous night.
The covers were pulled up to Sidharth's chest. He had been sleeping with her after fucking Mily and she had not even noticed it. She was amazed. She had never been in bed so comfortably even with her hubby Amit.
As Pinky stared at him, she felt a familiar tingling in her pussy. Just then, Sidharth opened his eyes. They looked at each other for a long awkward moment. Pinky could see his face properly now. It was a pleasant face, a thoughtful and seemingly intelligent one, certainly not the brainless party dude she'd expected. And the wavy hair she'd seen last night was even darker than she'd thought, a deep, glossy black that went beautifully with his flinty gray eyes.
"Ah, hi," he said. "Surprised?"
Pinky smiled, despite herself. "Sure. But surely you should explain."
"Well. .to be honest. I always found you sexy. You perhaps didn't notice me but even I took tuitions. And I really couldn't believe my luck that you were sharing the room with Mily. Though Mily did not notice but I did." He said smugly.
"Notice what?" Pinky was surprised at her own response. She was nude in bed with a guy as nude as her and she was not all that perturbed.
"Noticed that you were awake and could see what we were doing. I could also see that you were nude." He said knowingly.
"I was not nude." Pinky protested.
"Well, you were when I joined you." He laughed.
"Look, I am a conservative girl and whatever you have seen of my body was not with my consent. Moreover it will soon be morning. Why don't you leave?"
"Firstly, you are not conservative. As per my information conservative girls don't sleep nude. And you appeared to be enjoying yourself thoroughly when I was fucking you." He said seriously.
"You what?" Pinky almost screamed.
"Fucking you." He said seriously.
"Will you shut up? What do you think I am a drug addict that I wouldn't know if I was being fucked?" she said angrily
"Aw come on!" he drawled. " I was just joking. I did not fuck you. Happy? But those who fucked you must be lucky guys. You have got pretty feet, manicured polished nails. My weakness. An anklet! Oh my God! Icing on the cake. A nude girl wearing nothing but nail polish and perfume. I felt like dumping Mily and fucking you then and there but decided to wait till morning."
"By the way, nobody has fucked me except Amit my hubby. And how did you get in?" Pinky asked as she proceeded to tie her hair in a bun.
"That's strange. If you have not been fucked by others, you should get fucked now. So far as your second question is concerned, well, Mily hid the key so that you could go out of the other door and collect it. I was feeling sleepy and horny so I came and well, lay next to your warm and soft body."
"You are so shameless." Pinky said and got up. She suddenly felt awkward being naked in front of Sidharth. He however sensed her feeling and said " Its okay. I have seen you so go ahead and use the bathroom if you feel like."
Pinky shrugged her shoulders and opened her suitcase to take out the clothes that she would wear after a shower. As she bent down, she felt Sidharth's cockhead nuzzling in her pussy lips as his fingers ruffled her sparse pubic hair.
"Will you behave yourself?" she snarled at him turning around.
"Oh sorry. what to do about this?" he said pointing to his erect cock.
"How the hell am I to know? You just fucked Mily!"
""Okay I'll sit on the bed and won't bother you. Just come and suck it. I would never forgive myself if I did not give you the pleasure of sucking my cock."
"You must be out of your mind!" Pinky said as she moved towards the bathroom.
"Please!" His hand covered her bare breast." If I am asking you to suck a part of my body I am doing you a favor. If you asked me to say...suck your nipples you would be doing me a favor."
"You are impossible." Pinky laughed. She ran her hand over his shaft, rolled the foreskin back and as she took the head of his cock in her lips he put his hand behind her head and due to the pressure at least half of his cock went in her mouth almost gagging Pinky.
"I was just thinking that if your mouth is so wet and tight, how nice would your pussy be. Yours is so nicely shaped, that it was a lovely contrast to the girls I have fucked."
Pinky got up and again started towards the bathroom.
"Hey, your ass is as pretty as is your pussy." he called. Just as she was about to close the door, she noticed that he was by her side.
Suddenly, with no warning, Sidharth, bent down and took her exposed left nipple into his mouth. Pinky was shocked, her nipple was shocked, for she was taken completely by surprise. She gasped. She was not expecting this. She laughed once, more out of astonishment than out of any pleasure, tried to pull her body back and told him sharply to stop. But he held her in place while he continued to suck on her nipple and didn't stop. She put her hands on his shoulders and urged him away from her with as much strength as she had. But he was bigger and stronger. He kept sucking her nipple. He had his hands on her sides, partially around her back, gripping her tightly, and secured her chest to his mouth. Now she felt her nakedness, so exposed and helpless. She looked around frantically for help, then realized that this was a room where no help could be had. She slapped his arms and shoulders with her hands, but this seemed to have no effect on him. He only licked and sucked the nipple harder. Pinky was in turmoil – her nipple felt so wet and vulnerable, so helpless trapped in his mouth. Sidharth could feel it start to grow harder as he sucked on it.
Pinky said more sternly, growing angry, "Stop this, I mean it... what are you doing? Get the hell off of me!". Sidharth ignored her and kept sucking and licking the same nipple. Pinky turned her head to the left and right, highly embarrassed by what was happening . She did not know how to react. Nevertheless she said Stenly "OK, that's enough!". But she could not get his mouth away from her chest. She made her hands into fists and beat upon the tops of his shoulders, with no real effect. She tried to pull his hair, but it was slippery with perspiration and her hands slipped off. She snarled, " Sidharth, will you stop?". He kept on assaulting the same nipple, sucking it in deeper and tickling the tip with his tongue. This went on for about a minute.
He felt her nipple harden further in his mouth against her will, becoming a stiff jutting point for his lips to tease. She was getting a little aroused in spite of her anger and resistance. He sucked harder and harder on her breast, not giving her a chance to recover her composure. Pinky was distraught. She tensed and writhed her body, trying to escape the desperately compelling sensations coming from his mouth and tongue. She tried pushing on his chest. But it was no use. She felt herself weakening from the struggle and from the pleasure she was reluctantly feeling. She tried to go back to the bedroom, but couldn't. As they struggled, sharp jolts of pleasure emanated from her nipple, growing into her entire breast, suffusing her chest and spreading out to the rest of her body. His tongue danced around her nipple as he sucked, taunting her, teasing her, then focused onto the very tip, sending sharper charges of sensation through her chest. The battle between tongue and nipple continued. Pinky cried out softly, "Oh No!" Sidharth only intensified his sucking.
She began to breathe in and out a little harder and her hands trying to move him from her breast were not pushing with as much force. She said again to him, more softly this time, "Please stop"". He kept on doing what he was doing, if anything, more intently. Pinky felt dizzy, confused and dazed. She tried to concentrate her will. She had to stop this now. But her nipples had always been her weak spot, extremely sensitive, exquisitely so, almost as erotic an area as her clitoris, and he was doing to her precisely what she could never withstand for long. Pinky groaned in frustration and erotic agony as the man continuing his deep sucking of her breast.
Sidharth held her tightly by her sides and kept his mouth at the same breast, never wavering, always sucking, licking, teasing, tormenting Pinky as she struggled against his tongue, his mouth, his hands, his will. This went on for another minute, as if her breast and his mouth were locked in silent combat. As she fought against him, she felt herself growing panicky and desperately tried to cast her mind elsewhere, think of something else, ignore what he was doing to her, anything else ...anything else...her apartment on campus, her studies, anything else... anything... else... but she felt her very soul grabbed hold of by his tongue and lips, wrenched back from where she was trying to escape ... from that place of refuge to here... to now, to herself, to her nudity, to her nipple, to the thrilling sensations he was giving her. Oh God, she could not escape. But she feared to give in. He sucked and licked and nibbled and delighted the tender flesh of her breast and brought her reluctantly back.
Pinky's head moved back just a little and she closed her eyes for just a moment. No! She had to keep her concentration. She had to. She could not yield to this man and his mouth. But she knew she was close to the point of surrendering, could not hold out much longer. She was breathing harder and she felt that her right nipple, the other one, had also become very hard now. Pinky made little moaning, gasping sounds and kept her hands on Sidharth's shoulders, pushing him away again, but realizing she had no real chance of getting him off of her nipple. Her heart was beating wildly. She shook her head back and forth in frustration, in anguish, trying to clear her head, and grabbed the sides of his face, trying desperately to push it away. She had to escape this torment. It was her last chance to maintain her dignity, her pride. She fought to gather her resolve, her inner strength; she had to fight the sensations, try to resist, but his tantalizing touch, his tongue was gradually winning. She could not overcome the overwhelming sensations the sucking was giving her. She attempted yet again to escape by arching her upper body back away from the mouth, but he held her firmly in his grasp. His mouth never left her breast. He was driving her crazy. If only her nipples were not so tender and responsive. His tongue was maddening, exciting, insistent, hard, cruel, but... so sweet, upon this critical part of her. She had gotten so aroused, so excited, that she felt the fervent glow of this excitement start to move down lower, into her belly, caressing her thighs with warm tingles, spreading out tendrils of a vexing urgency, tremulously into her groin, where warmth and moisture and sexual pain meet so decisively. The cruel mouth never left her nipple.
"Oh God, what do you want?" she cried.
"I told you. Something has to be done about this." He said as his cock nuzzled into the crack of her ass. Pinky tensed her chest, pulling back, for she was afraid he would go for her nipples again with his mouth. Instead he reached his free hand down toward her vagina, exposed like the rest of her. He put his hand between her thighs before she could react, and quickly inserted his middle finger into her. Pinky tried to close her legs and keep him out. She could not. Her body jerked and then stiffened with this new intrusion. She cried out softly:
"Ohhhh! Noooo!"
However there was no resistance inside of her -- she was already wet – just a gentle suction on his finger from the tightness of the passage. Pinky's thighs twitched at this invasion; she gasped again as she felt him so provocatively inside of her. She fought against him, pushing him against his chest, trying to twist away, half-heartedly reliving the struggle that had occurred just a little while He was still too strong. He moved his now moistened finger up to her clitoris, finding it, rubbing it softly. He held her to him and slowly, carefully, rhythmically, massaged her with his finger. She struggled less as he massaged her. The pleasure of this was so intense, so overpowering for Pinky, the touch so intimate and stimulating, that her resistance was much shorter than before. She began to melt. The friction of his finger was unbearable. Her mouth opened. Her breathing increased. She sagged against him, her face against his chest, as he stroked her with his finger persistently, provoking ripples of pleasure that overwhelmed her and left her helpless. He caressed her steadily like this until he once more felt her surrender to him, the tension fading, allowing him to support her body against his, her face resting again on his shoulder, panting into his ear. As he continued, she felt his hardening cock nuzzling against her stomach. The movement of his finger upon her was urging her along, driving her, moistening her, coaxing her into whimpering helplessness. She cried out once softly, then again. He massaged her until her legs trembled steadily; they parted further and her cries became a long continuous moan.
He then removed his finger. He caught her, almost fainting, in his arms, one under her upper legs and one under her torso, lifting her, carrying her cradled in his arms like a baby.
'Wait please, don't ... don't.' was all she could come up with.
'Come on, Pinky. I could see that you were enjoying yourself thoroughly when I was fucking your friend."
He cupped a tit in each hand and very slowly ran his tongue over her nipples. Although she tried her best to prevent it but the nipples stood perfectly erect a they did when tremendously aroused. Seeing the response of the nipples, he laughed a slow laugh before taking them in between his teeth and biting them almost lovingly.
Seeing that this was again taking Pinky to the heights of pleasure and ecstasy, he discontinued that and squeezed both the breasts together to wrap his cock and then started fucking the lovely groove thus formed. Pinky didn't know what was going on but thought she should try to bring him off quickly and began rocking to his rhythm. He liked the way she was moving with him now and picked up speed. After a few minutes he opened her mouth with his two fingers and searched out her tongue. Her eyes were closed and when he shifted forward she did not see it until his cock was in her mouth. He held the same pace as with her tits and began fucking her face. Pinky could not turn away, he held her in place and drove forward until his cock pushed into her throat. By way of reflex action, Pinky opened her mouth in such a way that her teeth would not hurt the intruding cock; the lips were so positioned that they held the foreskin back while allowing the entry of the cock in the mouth. The realization dawned on her that he was using her pretty face as his little fuck toy. Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, Pinky was shocked as his seed shot down her throat the sheer force of discharge rendering her incapable of doing anything else. She choked and tried to turn away but only after a substantial amount of cum had found its way down her throat. Surprisingly the taste was not unpleasant.
'Are you happy now? Can you get off me?' Pinky was glad it was over and she wanted him to get out of there before everyone in the neighborhood woke up.
'Thank you. That was very nice of you' He slid back down but still held her pinned to the ground. As he massaged his cum into her breasts he kicked her legs open again and positioned himself between her knees.
'I feel I owe you one,' and he dove down into her pussy and immediately found her clit with his tongue. Pinky tried to push him away but found her legs squeezing his head in place. One of his hands mauled her tits some more while the other began finger her cunt. She could not resist and her body's desperate instincts took over. She pulled him in with her thighs and her hands now, not wanting any of this to stop and when the wave swept over her for the second time there was no resistance. Her hips humped his face like he had fucked hers. She couldn't tell if she was breathing until she heard her own screams of orgasm. Finally, as it passed, she let him up for air. What Sidharth saw as he rose took his breath away and brought his cock back rock hard.
Pinky's young well-toned and shaped body, still writhing in ecstasy was laid out spread-eagle before him. Her skin was on fire, blushed red and quivering. Her mouth, still showing his come on her lips was wide open, catching her breath. Her tits rose and fell with each inhale, her nipples still standing erect. Everywhere her skin glistened with the mixed sweat and sperm. As he moved his cock up to her pussy she offered no resistance and this surprised her too. She realized that he was going to fuck her just as he had fucked Mily and she was okay with it. No outrage, nothing! Sidharth began to push slowly until just the head of his cock nuzzled inside her pussy lips. They willingly gave way and the pussy walls eagerly wrapped themselves around the shaft of the cock as the foreskin rolled back with each shove.
Sidharth kissed her softly on the cheek. "It's all right," she said. "Just relax and let it happen."
Pinky relaxed a little, tried to control her breathing. Sidharth's face swam in and out of focus above her. He pushed. She could feel the rim of his cock head driving the walls of her vagina apart, grinding against her moist flesh. A little further and the head was all the way inside her. She could feel her heart beating deep in her pussy, her flesh contracting around his. Deeper. He was splitting her apart; she had to make him stop! Pinky grabbed his shoulders again and held on. She bit her lower lip. But she didn't say anything.
Pinky lifted her knees and opened herself as much as possible to him. Sidharth would withdraw fully and again thrust his cock back into her so that a steady fucking rhythm was formed. Gradually his entire 8 inches was in and their pelvic bones met. Pinky was amazed at the cock that was pushing into her cervix.
Sidharth started to draw his cock out of her pussy, lifting his body slightly. Not yet, Pinky wanted to say. Don't take it out. Just leave it there a little longer. Then we'll stop. But he was just preparing for the next push. The tip went in more easily this time, the way generously lubricated. Pinky dug her fingernails into his flesh. She was being stretched again, pulled tight inside. And then Sidharth pushed harder. It was as if he were touching her everywhere all at once, and every new place his cock reached was even more sensitive than anywhere he'd been before. She was startled by a sort of abrupt change in the pressure, then he was pulling out again, then in a little further.
She held Sidharth tighter, burying her face in the hollow of her shoulder. Now would be a good time to stop, she thought. I'll say something, once I catch my breath. But then he slid back inside. The sensation made her dizzy. And ... she felt his balls slap against her bottom. His cock was all the way inside her! .She was ... getting fucked! Not by her husband but by this stranger guy.
Her body was so aroused and her pussy soaking wet that she took him in all the way, easily. Reaching back he hooked both knees with his elbows and folded her in half. She felt him drive deeper than before and she grabbed onto her own knees tight against her tits now and let him take her. With each thrust she felt her his pubic bone grind against hers She could also hear the clapping sound his testicles were making as they clapped against her perinium. Pinky accepted this fuck with another man with quiet resilience. It surprised her that she had given in so easily, but she realized to her surprise and shame that it turned her on incredibly to be forced as she moaned with pleasure. She circled her legs around his back and pulled him closer into her as her anklet rubbed on his bare back and he began to suckle on her breasts.
And then her thoughts seemed to dissolve. She could only feel what was happening to her, the hard, hot flesh moving in and out, the wet smack of every thrust that shuddered through her body, the smell of his skin, and the weight of his chest squashing her rock-hard nipples. She felt her skin getting red and sore, and that made her move against him even faster.
"Not inside....don't cum inside me Sidharth...please.....!" He continued to pound her as if he had not listened to her plea until he announced "I'm close Pinky".
"Take it out. Please." She implored and made a feeble attempt to expel it but it seemed that his cock was trapped in her pussy lips.
After a few more thrusts he grabbed her hips and held them and there were bolts of searing liquid pulsing into her, filling her well fucked pussy; each spasm releasing more cum until she felt the cum leaking out onto the bed.
They collapsed on top of each other as his cock still lay buried inside her pussy.
"That was good. Thanks." he said.
"You scoundrel. Did I not tell you not to come inside me?" she said in mock anger.
"Aw come on, Pinky. You and I and everyone knows that there are tablets for unprotected sex. So relax! And I see that the only thing that seemingly bothered you was the possibility of getting pregnant. In other words you too enjoyed getting fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking you." he said as he saw now limp cock which is still fully inside her pussy and said, "And, Pinky. Just in case I forget. You were much tighter than your good friend, I think your hubby doesn’t have you. Now smile and get ready. I will drop you too to the station. And remember to invite me for your anniversary and if after that you need my services, well.... I am always at your disposal. Rest assured. This little fun filled activity between the two of us will remain within the confines of these four walls." He pulled out and pointed his cock towards her breasts and wiped them on her still erect nipples. "Shall we leave?".
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