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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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