Previous Part: Sweaty Sex – Part 9
Hello everyone, this is Namrata. I am back again to continue with the next part. No matter how much I thank you all, it will not be enough. I thank you all for the support that is being provided to me. Your encouragement enables me to continue writing.
So without delaying anymore, let us continue with the story. My mind was completely shunned. I could not believe the kind of erotic acts I was doing with Rahul. We both were peeing on each other. I was peeing on Rahul’s cock, and Rahul was peeing deep into my pussy.
Oh my goodness, that was so kinky and erotic. I was extremely wet with my pussy juices. Rahul’s pee was getting mixed with my pussy juices and drained out of my pussy. His cock and thighs were getting showered from both of our peeing.
Yes, my dear readers, our nostrils were filled with the intense aroma of our pee. The musky smell of my pussy juices was also filling our nostrils. That was fucking erotic. I was able to feel the warmth of his pee in my pussy. My pussy walls felt so warm and good.
I was feeling so sexy that I started gyrating my hips. Rahul finished peeing, and my pee hole was busy spraying its last few drops. All this while we both were kissing sloppily. Our body fluids were mingling with each other in every way possible. Saliva, pussy juice, both of our pee, too damn erotic.
I had never even thought about doing something like this. This kid has won me over. Before we both fucked for the first time, only my mind and heart belonged to him. Now my body and soul, too, fell in love with him. I finished my peeing and was moving my hips slowly in a circular manner. I broke our kiss.
Me – My dear Rahul, how about giving your Namrata aunty a good morning fuck? (I said in a flirty way.)
Rahul – I would love to fuck you right now. But it won’t be a good morning fuck. It would be a mid-morning fuck. It’s ten in the morning, aunty. (He said it huskily.)
Me – Whether it’s morning or afternoon, evening or night. I don’t care. Just fuck the hell out of me, my sweetheart. (I said it with lust and desire.)
I felt Rahul’s cock twitch in my pussy. His cock was gaining its hardness. I grabbed his head and mashed my lips against his lips. I was kissing him hungrily. He was responding too damn good.
Suddenly, he stood up, lifting me along with him. I am a heavy woman and a bit on the plump side. Still, he lifted me so easily. I immediately wrapped my legs around his lower body for support. My hands were around his neck, holding him dearly.
His cock was still buried in my pussy. He carried me to one side of the bathroom and backed me up against the bathroom wall. The tiles on the wall were cold. I felt a slight shiver run through my whole body.
I broke our kiss and looked deep into his eyes. I was extremely aroused. I started murmuring and said.
Me – Fuck me, Rahul, I can’t wait anymore. Make me forget the whole world, and just make me yours. Fuck me, dear, just do it.
I said it in a begging way. I begged him to fuck me. Without breaking eye contact, he drew his cock back. Only the head of his cock was in my pussy. He paused for a few seconds, then plunged his cock hard into my pussy. A loud gasp escaped my lips.
My mouth was half-open, and I looked at Rahul with wide eyes. He then again drew his cock back slowly and rammed it into my pussy very hard. A very loud moan escaped my lips, and I started breathing heavily. He repeated this at atleast eleven times.
Each time he plunged his cock into me, my whole body shook. My heavy breasts bounced brutally like two big globes of jelly. I was whimpering shamelessly and begging him to fuck me long and hard.
I love how he makes eye contact with me while he fucks me. Then finally, he started fucking me in a continuous motion. I was sexually aroused beyond my limit. I was a 53 years old woman. I had a prim and proper image in the eyes of the world.
And there I was, begging a 22 years old guy to fuck me shamelessly. I just love the way Rahul dominates me sexually. Every sexual hormone in my body responds to his raunchy advances desperately.
Soon he started ramming my pussy hard. His hanging scrotums were being banged against my ass hole very hard. Our thighs were colliding against each other. I was moaning and gasping like a sex-starved slut. A lot of sounds were being produced.
This is the benefit of being fucked in an isolated place. I can scream my heart out and moan like a real woman. No worries about being heard by anyone. Rahul was holding both my thighs and was fucking me insanely. I was looking into his eyes. There was so much desire for me.
I could easily say that he was getting tremendous pleasure from fucking me. Eyes indeed speak the truth, isn’t it? We both were sweating heavily. Even my brutally dangling breasts were oozing sweat like some leaking water bags.
While fucking, we both were kissing each other passionately. I mean it when I say this. Whenever Rahul and I locked our lips together, we both lost control. We often end up licking and sucking each other’s lips hungrily and shamelessly.
Rahul then, all of a sudden, put me down and went down on his knees. He latched his mouth on my pussy, and started slurping my flowing nectar. My pussy was drenched with both of our pee. This kid didn’t care at all.
I was wondering what kind of aroma he would have smelt and what kind of taste he would have got. Pussy juices mixed with pee, my goodness, it was so filthy and yet so sexy. My pleasure had no boundaries. My pussy was quivering out of pleasure.
Then he sucked my pussy lips once and released them with a plop sound. He gave a long lick across my belly and stood up. He sucked each of my breasts a bit, then slapped my right breast a bit hard.
I squealed a bit. He looked into my eyes and inserted two of his fingers into my pussy. He drenched his fingers in my pussy secretions and brought them to my lips. He smeared my sexual juices on my lips and chin. He then licked and sucked my musky juices from my mouth and chin.
I just only wondered one thing. Rahul can get intimate with me at this level at the very beginning of our sexual relationship. Then I think my pussy will always be sore regularly in the future.
After licking my lips, he looked at me. I caught his rock-hard cock, and started jerking it. His cock was already slick with my pussy juices. I got on my knees and pulled his cock’s foreskin back. He gasped. I licked his dick head playfully a few times.
I squeezed his cock head a few times, drawing out more gasps from his mouth. Then with the tip of my tongue, I poked his pee hole. Rahul’s entire body jerked with pleasure. I smiled and continued teasing his pee hole. He was getting restless and groaning.
Then I took his cock head into my mouth and just sucked hard. He jumped a bit out of pleasure. I licked and sucked his cock as deliberately as I could. His body was going through a lot of pleasure. I then stood up and said,
Me – Just fuck my pussy with your fingers, sweety, and I will jerk your cock. But when you are about to cum, just insert your cock into my pussy, and shoot in there.
Rahul nodded his head in a yes. He put his fingers into my pussy, and started finger-fucking me. I grabbed his cock, and masturbated him as intensely as I could. I also told him to keep kissing me. He just obeyed me like a good boy.
He was fingering my pussy pretty hard and deep.
He was twisting his fingers in all directions. His fingers were grazing my inner pussy walls. Oh fuck, he is so good with the oral sex thing. I was moaning hornily and looking at him all the time.
Finally, he said that he was about to cum. I started jerking him hard and fast. He then released his cock from my hand and started rubbing his cock head vigorously on my pussy lips. My wet pussy lips were producing sloppy sounds.
I could feel my pussy juices being splashed because of his naughty cock rubbing on my pussy. Then he plunged his cock into my pussy, and just blasted his cum into my red hot cunt. I was twisting and turning my hips uncontrollably. That was one of my life’s hardest and most intense orgasms.
I am not lying. It was intense. I had no strength left after that. I was leaning on Rahul completely. He, too, just stood there holding me. We both were breathing hard. After a couple of minutes, Rahul pulled his cock out of my pussy. We both looked at each other and just broke into a smile.
We took a shower together and tried to control ourselves from getting horny again. We still had to unpack our belongings. There was some stuff to be arranged. So we had to put our naughty games on hold for a bit.
But we both knew that we would be desperate again to grab each other’s flesh within a few minutes. So I was in my bedroom, standing in front of the full-length mirror. I was giving final touches to my dark blue colour chiffon saree. It was a plain chiffon saree but an elegant one.
Chiffon sarees are comfortable to wear. I prefer all kinds of sarees, but chiffon ones are the ones I wear the most. I was wearing a black cotton blouse with it. I don’t like wearing a dark blue petticoat with the same colour saree. It doesn’t suit me at all.
So I chose to wear a black colour petticoat. It goes well with the dark blue saree. I only wear a nose stud because Rahul finds it sexy. He says it gives my face a raw sex appeal.
I called aloud for Rahul from my bedroom. He wanted another cup of black coffee, so he had been to the kitchen downstairs. He entered the bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. He was sipping his coffee and looking at me from top to bottom.
He put his cup on the dresser table. He then walked up to me and pulled me against him. He leaned into my neck area, took in my aroma and said.
Rahul – Wow, aunty, you smell so good.
Me – Shut up. You always try to flatter me just like this. I don’t believe you.
I said with a fake anger kind of thing. He then went down on his knees. He placed his hands on my hips and softly buried his face into my saree pleats. He was nuzzling my saree pleats with his nose and face. My thin, soft chiffon saree might feel great on his naked skin.
I caught his hair and said.
Me – Hey you, what are you doing down there?
Rahul – Taking in the smell of your beautiful perfume.
Me – Is that a place to smell my perfume?
Rahul – Yes, indeed it is. I am interested in the smell produced behind the pleats of your saree, petticoat, and panty.
I just grabbed his head and pulled him up to face me.
I wanted to write a bit more, but I think it got too long again. Emails are welcome at [email protected]. I will soon be back with the next part. Till then, bye, have a lovely day.
Next Part: Sweaty Sex – Part 11