Huge monster cock reams tiny little pussy of nasty young slut

The Window Ch. 01

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And then she was gone I heard her climb down. I sat there in a limbo for a long time. My cock shriveled and sticky hung on top of my balls. I knew that something very profound had happened to me that afternoon. I knew that a million questions would come to me why did Madhu do this? Why did I do this? Did I love her? Did she?

But I was too sated to even think about anything for the moment. My breathing was back to normal though it was still deeper than usual. I knew I had to get up the doors were open and my parent would surely come up when they found the breakfast and lunch untouched. I looked down at my penis. It had gone where I had never gone before it had seen from up close what I had only glimpsed. Envious I gave it a slight tap with my fingers. It rolled a bit exposing a skin that was still slick with her and my juices. My fingers with a mind of their own slowly rubbed that slick spot. The slickness spread under the manipulation and I could see it slowly dissolve into the skin – just like a face cream that I used when using my hands. I brought my fingers to my nose – her smell lingered still a million times more desirable than any face cream.

I thought back how it all started. It was the Window that led me into this wonderful and confusing world of love maybe lust. And sex there was definitely sex. I thought how it had all begun.

The year was 1988. A couple of years back I had completed my schooling and was selected through very competitive exams to the computer engineering program in one of the top engineering schools of the country. My parents lived in a large three storied house. The ground-floor (well it is called ground floor in India while here it is the first floor) was big with a large veranda in front and a backyard.

We were on the ground floor. We had rented out the second floor (well it is called first floor in India) to another family. As long as I could remember they had been our tenant (the Gupta family) uncle auntie and Madhu . On the top floor was a single room and an attached bathroom. We had retained the third floor for ourselves. In fact that was my room whenever I was home. My bedroom was downstairs however this was my study room occasional bedroom and my domain. Well anyway it was full of books on domain analysis algorithms C and other such study material. The way to this top floor was through a stairs. The stairs were at the back of the house they went along the outer wall of the house at the back up to the first floor stairwell and then up to the top floor. There was another stairs at the front. But that led from the garage to Mr. Gupta s floor only.

In 1988 the society in India was not very permissive no not like today. We did not have any sex education or anything of that sort. We learnt about sex from the older boys in the neighborhood. Sometimes they would let us take a peek at some magazine that they had got from god knows where glossy smudgy picture of a woman with large pink nipples the page torn right between her legs. But I knew all about women (and man) from the line diagrams in my biology book. So at 19 there I was a bit naГЇve and a bit of a bookworm.

I am going up to study I said as I climbed up the stairs to the top floor room. There I was back to meet my parents. It was the spring break of my 2nd year engineering. My mother was in the kitchen.

Come down at lunch. I have made your favorite dish. And we have some people over for lunch. So be well-dressed OK my mother reminded me.

OK mother I said climbing up the stairs to go to my room.

The window was just where the stairs reached the first floor landing. I stopped involuntarily at the landing. The window had wooden doors with patterns of birds carved in the wood. The window was closed. It had been closed most of the past 3 years since Madhu left after her marriage. I smiled to myself remembering those days when that room used to be Madhu s room and she used to come up to the window and say ‘good night to me before closing the windows. Somehow I was not able to focus on my studies that day I don t know why my mind kept wandering back to the days when …. Oh well I was hungry anyway and it was nearly noon. I decided to go down for lunch. I also remembered we had some guests over for lunch. I took a bath changed and went down.

From the stairs I could hear her voice. It was the same voice the one I had heard 3 years back. I rushed down taking two steps at a time. The rickety old stairs made a hell of a noise as I jumped the last 3 steps and ran inside. And there sat Mr Gupta his wife and …. Madhu! She was as beautiful as ever (…. when did I think of her as beautiful ??? never before….. but she was…..).

Madhu was perhaps older to me by about 5 years. My childhood had been spent playing with her. Being older to me she had taken me under her wings well meaning she used to boss me around but was also extremely protective of me. We had grown up together and 3 years back when she got married I was heart-broken. I didn t understand why except that I wanted the world to end. Anyway soon thereafter I was accepted in the Computer Engineering program I left my town to attend school. I also accepted that Madhu was now married and gone like most girls in the world.

And here she was after 3 years.

Krish! she exclaimed. She stood up left the table and rushed over to me. I stood rooted not knowing what to do next but that decision was taken away from me as she spread both her hands and clasped me about my shoulders (… when did I grow so tall…)

Krishna you have grown so tall look Aunty. ( she used to call my mother aunty…) 3 years ago he was crying with his head on my shoulders and look now I can only put my head on his shoulders and saying that she put both her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulders. I stood there straight as a ramrod my arms spread not daring to clasp her. And then the moment was gone. My mother was laughing aunty (her mother) was smiling and Madhu took hold of my hands and led me to the table.

Well during the conversations at the table I learnt that she had come back to visit her parents. In fact this was the first time after her marriage that she had come to visit her parents. She was different somehow. She had the same smile but I thought her smile never reached her eyes. The same laughter but when her laughter ended her eyes didn t retain the sparkle as they used to.

So Madhu how s married life? Why didn t you get your husband along? I asked her.

Oh he wanted to come but couldn t at the last moment. Had some work She said. We had retired to my bedroom on the ground floor. Our parents were still at the dining table talking.

So how is married life… come on tell me I asked.

Its OK it s the same as it was here she said.

Cannot be I said. I am not there I am here so how can it be the same?

She looked at me and smiled a sad/ happy smile and suddenly reached up to pat my cheeks. She was wearing a sari… the traditional dress of most Indian women. She was half reclining on her side and as she reached up I saw a glimpse of her blouse ( a short bodice worn with the sari it usually leaves the midriff bare) and a deep cleavage of her breasts…as the ends of the sari shifted with the movement of her hands. Suddenly uncomfortable I looked up away anywhere but at her and regretted it instantly. I brought my vision back on her but she had sat up and had adjusted her sari. We talked I don t know what and how long. Then it was time for them to go.

I followed them up the stairs and after saying a hurried see you later I continued up the stairs to my room. That afternoon I could not study at all. I kept thinking about how she had held me her head on my shoulders her special aroma and the deep shadows of her cleavage. It was disturbing to say the least. Anyway I kept staring at my books and soon it was dark outside. I don t know when the clock struck 9 pm but I heard my mother calling me down for dinner. I went down had my dinner and decided that I better spend some serious time finishing my term paper. I told my mother that I was going up back to study and would sleep upstairs.

As I went up the stairs I saw that the window at the end of the flight of stairs. It was partly open. That was Madhu s room it had always been Madhu s room and as long as I remembered We used to say Good Night to each other through this window. As I reached the end of the stairs without thinking I stretched my hands to pull open the wooden doors of the window…. and I stopped.

Madhu was in the room but she was getting ready to go to bed. She was wearing a loose nightie that reaches down to her ankles. There was nothing indecent about the nightie except that Madhu was wearing it. That was the first time I had seen her in a nightie (she used to wear frocks to bed earlier). She was facing a mirror and her back was towards the window. I could see her applying some face cream. I saw her get up. She went to the door of the room and locked it. Then she hitched up her nightie up to her waist and brought her hands down again and stepped over something… and then she picked up…. her panties! A deep red piece of flimsy nothing that she folded and put in a laundry basket. The she reached for the lights and the next moment her room was engulfed in darkness.

I stood rooted to the spot. That glimpse of her milk-white thighs as she hitched up her nightie had my cock rock-hard in a flash. And then I heard a creek of her bed as she probably lay down on it. I was suddenly very aware of the rickety stairs. I was stuck at the landing. I didn t dare go up or down I was sure the stairs would creak and in the dead of the night that noise would be deafening. I stood there for an eternity. Finally when I was sure that enough time had passed I crept down slowly abandoning all hopes of studying that night.

I slept late the next day. As I hovered between sleep and wakefulness I imagined I heard my parents talking…. my mother was saying Mrs. Gupta is so worried about Madhu……..xxxzzzzz….. three years since she has been married now……zzzzzzxxxxxzzzzz ….. No kids yet…. xxxxzzzzzxxxx…. Her in-laws have threatened……. xxxxxzzzzzz will not take her back…..

I was suddenly awake. I was not sure what I heard. But my parents heard me get up and asked me to have breakfast.

You must have studied till late last nigh my father commented as he settled into his favorite armchair with the morning newspaper. After finishing breakfast and morning ablutions I decided to go to the library. As I was leaving I heard a voice call me. Krish (Madhu used to call me that). Madhu was coming down the stairs at the front of their house. She was wearing a lovely white salwaar (an Indian ladies trouser worn with a long shirt-like dress) and looking heavenly.

Where are you off to? she asked.

Library I said.

OK I wanted to go to the market too and see what has changed in the last 3 years.

Nothing has changed I said Everything is the same.

We walked in silence for a while. Suddenly she said No everything is not the same. You have changed.

How have I changed? I am still the same I protested.

Well come on I was speaking to Lali today when I went on my morning walk… oh wait see earlier you used to be ready at 6 am every day to go with me but my first day after 3 years and you weren t there! she said.

I protested wanting to say that I was studying till late but she stopped me and continued Anyway as I was saying I met Lali today morning.

Lali was a next-door girl. One of the many in the colony. Giggly precocious…. the usual. Anyway I didn t have time for Lali or any of the others. My engineering studies ensured that.

So what did Lali say? I asked.

Well continued Madhu We talked and I can infer from all her talk that you have changed.

What? I exclaimed.

Well you have a girl-friend for one. See you are so grown up now and you even have a girl friend she said with a smile.

What did Lali say! I nearly shouted. I had helped Lali a few times in the past on a few math problems. Since my admissions to the engineering school I had become the de-facto math and science problem solver for most of the neighborhood boys and girls when I came home on vacations…. mostly girls. But girlfriend????

Well Lali told me how you two spend time together. I understand that you spend most of your free time with her. And in fact she was complaining that….

Complaining! I exclaimed.

…..All you do is talk about math and physics problems continued Madhu. You haven t changed at least there you are still a budhdhoo ( i.e. a fool said in a loving way )

So Lali claimed that I was her boyfriend. Wait… wait let her come up to me with another of her problems and I ll tell her who her boyfriend is! I was pretty angry I don t know why.

OK OK Can t even tease you. Don t get angry I knew right away that Lali was lying. But do you know you are quiet a hero for the girls said Madhu with a twinkle….

Hero me??? I said. But see if I were a hero I would get the girl I really want isn t it.

So whom do you want? asked Madhu Kamala or is it Lata or maybe the new girl Priya.

No none of them I don t know who Priya is I said.

OK so who? she asked.

Wouldn t tell you I said.

Wouldn t tell me? she looked a bit hurt. Why not? Anyone I know? Come on I can help you make friends with her.

She is already my best friend I couldn t stop myself saying that and I went red all over.

Madhu looked at me perhaps she noticed my reddening ears and smiled and said nothing. We went to the library and the market. We talked about everything and anything. I don t remember what but it was like before…. before she was married. We laughed a lot her smiles and laughter reaching her eyes this time I noticed. We came back it was afternoon and I went up to study.

That night I purposefully lingered downstairs after dinner. When it was about 9:30 pm I told my mother that I was going up and would probably sleep up in my room. I crept up the stairs and yes the window was open and I could see slivers of light coming out of the cracks.

I crept up the stairs and came up to the partly open windows. I looked inside. The sight was breathtaking. Madhu was wearing a petticoat ( a thin skirt like dress worn at the waist. A petticoat is usually worn below the sari). She was wearing a bra and that s all. She was combing her hair at the dressing table. Her back was towards me she was sitting on a chair. I could clearly see her reflections in the mirror. I felt a powerful stirring and that strange sensation between my legs. The bra that she was wearing was quiet deep at the front. In the mirror I could see the bra-cups. Full straining I could make out an outline of an indentation at the tip of her bra-cup. I saw Madhu look at the window through the mirror I froze. Could she see me? It was all dark outside and I was well hidden in the dark. Suddenly she seemed to come to some decision and kept the comb down. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

A groan escaped by throat involuntarily. The straps of her bra were loose and open now the bra clinging on to her body just at the tips of her breasts. The bra had come undone at the sides. I could see the beginning of the soft swell of her breasts below her armpit before they vanished into the thin gossamer of her bra. She sat there like a Venus and then slowly using her left hand she hooked a finger to the front of the bra and pulled slowly.

I could see the curve of her breast emerge as the bra slipped out. The straps fell from her shoulders and suddenly the bra cup fell off her body. I stopped breathing. Her large breasts were free as they hung proudly. The tips swollen like ripe and juicy grapes. Her nipples… I could see them from the side now and also a full view in the mirror. They were turned slightly up surrounded by large circular areola. Her breasts were fair like the rest of her back. Then she stood up and turned towards the window. Her perfect round breasts with proud upturned nipples were right in front of my eyes. She pulled the string holding her petticoat at her waist and the petticoat fell around her feet.

She was like a young goddess slim waist flaring to rounded hips rounded thigh with taut skin neither a mark nor a blemish. Her navel was small and sunken on her flat stomach … a perfect hour-glass shape a houri from the heavens. And below her navel a sudden expanse of manicured jet black hair stopping just above the curve of her lower belly. And below those hairs I could perhaps see a faint dark line camouflaged under the matte of the black hair that vanished between her thighs.

I looked up and got a shock of my life … her eyes were looking at me large dark eyes above a sharp nose and lips that usually smiled a lot but were without any expressions. A perfectly formed oval face framed by her dark cascading hair. A beauty in any language. She did not acknowledge me perhaps she did not see me. She stood there for a moment staring … and an eternity passed. Then she sighed picked up a nightie that was on the bed and put it on and switched off the light. I don t remember how long I stood in the dark on the stair-landing. But somehow I went down back to my bed and slept like a log.

The next morning my mother woke me up.

Krishna every night you say that you would sleep in your room but every morning I find you here. Anyway I am going to the temple with Mrs. Gupta. Stay at home your father is also going. I have made breakfast for you and lunch too. Eat it when you are hungry.

Why are you going to the temple so early I grumbled as I got up.

Well Mrs. Gupta is doing a special ceremony at the temple for Madhu and we are all going there you need not come.

Is Madhu going too? I asked suddenly interested.

No my mother said She is upstairs. Take care of her. I heard my parents and Madhu s drive off. Suddenly excited I went up the stairs onto the small veranda that lead up to their house. Madhu was up wearing the same nightly I saw her in last night (was she naked underneath???). She saw me and came towards me. Want some tea I have made some. She was so nonchalant.

Where did your and my parents go? I asked.

To the temple.

Why I persisted.

She looked at me and then said crossly You wouldn t understand. Go and study .

That hurt me. What had I done? Anyway Madhu had walked inside her bedroom (her bedroom had a door to this veranda too). I went up to study. I didn t understand what had I done to upset her. About an hour later I heard sounds of steps coming up the stair. Madhu came carrying a cup of tea and some bread.

Did you have your breakfast I don t think so here take this she put the tray on my study table. I didn t look at her but continued to sit on my chair with my heads down. I stared at the page which I had been staring at for the past 30 minutes. Suddenly I felt her hands ruffle my hair Still angry with me?

No I shook my head.

So what time did you go up to study last night she asked. I was taken a-back by that question and she saw the surprise in my eyes.

I think I heard you go up at about 10 pm. she said looking straight at me.

The room was suddenly very warm especially under may collar.

No I must have gone up right after dinner at 9 pm why? I feigned normalcy.

Oh nothing. So have you decided on your girlfriend? she asked.

What?

You know if you are interested in Lali or some one else I can hook you up she said.

I don t want a girl friend. I said.

Don t want? Or you don t know what to do with one she smiled.

I know very well I said angrily.

OK what would you do with a girlfriend? she asked smiling.

I ll talk to her and go to movies.

And…

And we ll talk go to the market eat and drink.

And…..

And… and… I stammered. A shimmering image of Madhu appeared before eyes gloriously naked with her upturned nipples on proud breasts…

So you know nothing! she continued her teasing.

I know everything I said. And I ll kiss her….

Oh… she looked at me strangely. So do you know how girls are?

What do you mean? I asked.

Do you know girls have you ever been alone with one? she asked And not just to solve math problem she added with a smile.

Yes I have been alone with girls I bragged.

Oh… so what will you do if one does this and before I could understand what was happening she suddenly swooped down and kissed me on my cheeks.

I could feel a searing hot impression where her lips had touched briefly. I looked at her. She had a twinkle in her eyes but I also saw how deep her eyes had become. Kissing me had affected her as well.

I ll kiss her back I said.

So you will TELL her that you will kiss her ! she smiled but she was not mocking.

No I said getting up. I ll …. and I held her shoulders and kissed her on her cheeks… well that s what I wanted to do but she had turned her face just then. I felt the soft cushions of her lower lips beneath my lips. They were warm and slightly moist. My nose touched her cheeks just below her eyes and I could smell her. An aroma that brought fleeting memories of a lifetime spent together….. but nothing nothing prepared me for the moment when her lips parted slightly beneath mine. I could feel the slow quiver of her lower lips as she dared me by opening her mouth a bit more. I took her dare on a roller coaster now as I kissed her again with an open mouth. I could feel her lower lips between my lips and I could feel her arms as they came up to hold my shoulders.

It was an eternity after which we parted. She was still standing close her arms holding my shoulders. Her face came into my vision her hot and rapid breath on my neck. Her eyes were far away somewhere lips still parted. She was breathing faster.

See I can kiss I spoke the words loud and the spell was broken.

She looked down smiled and said I can see that you can do more.

I looked down at the tent that had grown between my legs. Suddenly conscious I sat down on the chair. I hardly ever wore underwear when studying and usually wore thin lounge pants.

So you can kiss. Have you kissed many girls? she asked. I didn t say anything. How could I tell her that that was my first kiss a moment ago and it had gotten over too soon. I wanted to kiss her again. But she stood there in her usual nightie. She didn t follow me as I sat down. I didn t want this to end but had no idea what to do. Except that my hardness had decided not to subside. So I did not dare stand up either.

She came towards the table and sat down on it. Her curvaceous hips were right in front of my eyes. She dangled one of her legs her weight on the other. She tilted my head up.

So how many girls she asked.

I didn t say anything I didn t want to say anything. I didn t want to talk. I was greedily waiting for the next touch the next kiss… anything.

No you are the first one… I said. She smiled and bent her head forward and kissed me again. She was sitting on the table her legs dangling from the side as she twisted her torso and bent her head to kiss me. So was it any surprise that she suddenly lost her balance and was about to fall on me. Instinctively my hands shot up to support her. And support they did. While my right hand caught her left shoulders my left hands had better luck. I felt something soft and malleable and warm on my left palm as I supported her weight. Her right breasts were smashed by her weight on my palms. She too had tried to support herself by grabbing my shoulders with both her hands. My left palms felt the softness and I could distinctly feel a hard knob beneath my thumbs. Without realizing my thumbs moved slowly across that hard knob… a very miniscule moment of a caress but the effect was electric. With a long deep sigh she stopped supporting herself and moved her hands from my shoulders and put her arms around my neck. Her face was inches from mine and then she kissed me again. This time it was a deeper that before. I didn t know what was happening. Her kisses rained on my lips and eyes my left hands were slowly squeezing her breasts and the thumb of my left hand had acquired a mind of its own as it rubbed across that quivering knob.

Then she turned towards me. She swung her legs around and put both her feet on my lap. I was trapped between her and the chair I was sitting on. She didn t stop kissing me as her foot slowly caressed my hard-on. I felt a liquid heat rush from the depth of my balls and rush forward onto my penis. I squeezed hard and clenched my buttocks and everything else to prevent that liquid heat escaping through the tip of my penis. My penis jerked as it became harder still and I could feel it hit her foot as she kept it hovering near the tip. She broke the kiss for a moment to look down. I looked down too and what a sight it was. There was a huge tent that was moving and jerking and there was a growing wet spot on my lounge pants.

She sat back and up on the table. Her legs were on either side of me and she rested her foot on the edge of the chair. She was breathing hard so was I I guess. She looked at me with her large eyes and laughed a small tingling laugh.

Did you like it she whispered. I nodded. She looked pleased and then she came down from the table.

A moment ago she was sitting on the table and then she was on my lap. She was jammed between me and the table as she settled herself on my lap and pushed my hard-on right up my stomach. Her nightie was tightly stretched across her hips. She put her arms around my neck leisurely and started to kiss me. This time I was ready. I was still hard but my cock was safely wedged between our bodies and I had no urges to shoot liquid pleasure through its tips. Her hips on my lap felt soft and warm. I was holding her at her waists. Her legs rested not on the floor but on those decorative bars just underneath the chair seat. That caused her knees to be jammed just under my armpit.

This time I kissed her back. I felt her suck my lower lips and when she let them go I copied her. I sucked her lower lips. She grabbed me and kissed me hard. I felt her tongue flirt with my lips and teeth. My hands were roaming on her thighs and knees. I traced her thighs right up to her hips. The night-dress was stretched tightly across her hips. I held her hips and then continued to roam upwards as we kissed.

Suddenly she stood up bunched her nightie around her waist and sat back again. Her nightie was now free and loose around her. But I felt something more. She was sitting on my thighs and I mean SHE was sitting on my thighs. My skin touched her hot skin. I felt something wiry touch high up on the insides of my thighs and then she resumed her kissing. My hands found a new vigor as they roamed on her thighs. I slipped my hands under her nightie and felt her skin. I heard her moan and her breath on my face got hotter as my hands crept up. My hands came to the point where her waist met her thighs. My hands were still on the outside of her thigh. My hands crept up her waist now and the bunched up night-dress rode on my arms. I caressed the skin on her waist and I touched her navel. Then my hands roamed higher on to her rib-cage.

I could see more of her thighs come into view. She was still kissing me but my mind was elsewhere. I wanted to see again those wiry hairs and the treasures that they hid between her thighs. The only way I could see that was to raise her dress that rode on my forearm higher. My palms climbed higher now on her body. A small bit of her dress still came between my eyes and the junction of her thighs. I raised my hands higher still on her body and suddenly my fingers touched her breasts.

A sigh escaped her lips. I caressed her breasts slowly. My fingers crept up her chest. And then both my hands found the hard peaks nearly simultaneously. Her breasts appeared in front of me as I pushed her dress higher still. I looked down I could see the apex of her thigh now covered with a dense bush of black curly hair and I could see her slit as her hips rocked slowly on my thighs.

Suddenly she sat up and threw her head back. Her lustrous hair on her head whipped back on the table and she arched herself. Her breasts rose clear now in front of me. I could see her throat stretched her head thrown back on the table and her breasts. The twin mounds stood proud in their glory the nipples long and swollen.

I began to message her breasts with renewed vigor I knew I was affecting her in some profound way. I pinched her nipples and when I let go they reared up angrily even more stiff and taunt. I repeated it a few more times and the result was magic. She scooted her hips forward and her pussy climbed onto my harness. She began to rock her hips faster her elbows on the table supported her weight. She continued to rock her hips with an ever faster tempo. I could feel her pussy her hairy bush ride higher near my naval. I could see clearly now what my biology book said a vagina was (it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen). I continued to torment her breasts with the flat of my palm teasing her rigid nipples. I pinched them between my fingers and every time I did that I heard her gasp.

But this was my opportunity to see her pussy. I looked down. I could see her pussy flower open. I could see a boat shaped lips that joined at the tip into a rigid knob. That must be the pea-like clitoris I thought that always appeared as a dot in my biology books. But this was no dot. I could clearly see her clitoris protrude out on her up-stroke as she rocked her hips up my hard cock. And then on her down-stroke the boat shaped inner lips flared and left a wet trail on my lounge pant right where my cock-head was. The inner lip was dark in color engorged. It flowered and pulsed in front of my eyes. Her pussy was rubbing my cock-head as she rocked her hips.

I had to touch her pussy. I brought my right hand from her breasts and touched the pea-like clitoris. She shuddered once and a throaty groan was wrenched from her throat. I knew I had hit the jackpot. With my thumbs I began to scratch the tip of her pussy. She cried out again and then she shuddered as her whole body shook. I didn t stop my caress. I slid my thumb between her lips. The valley between her pussy-lips was all slick and wet. My hands slipped down and I began to rub her there.

Oh my god! I have to have you I heard her say and then she sat up back. In a flurry of motion she stood up with her legs on both side the chair. She pushed her hands under my long pants and tried to push them down. It went down a bit but as I was sitting down she could not completely yank them off. But she got what she needed. My cock-head was exposed. She pushed the top part of my lounge-pants a bit more and grasped my cock. She managed to expose my cock all 7.5 inches of it but my balls were still trapped. I lifted my hips a little and pushed the pants down to my knees. My cock was now in her hands straight and pulsing. She looked at it once and then she lowered herself. I couldn t see anything anymore as her nightie was now all over us on my lap. All I could see was her hand that still held my cock disappear under the nightie.

Then I felt as if a thousand ants had crawled on my cock tip. My cock tip brushed against something wiry. Within seconds that feeling was instantly replaced by a warm and hot wetness that met to jam up against my cock-head. My cock was going into her pussy like my biology book said it should. Somewhere between her thighs below her pubic hair I could imagine my cock-head parting her lower lips. I had to see what was happening. I grabbed the nightie that was bunched on my laps and lifted them. Just in time I could see my cock-head disappear in the dark jungle between her lips and I felt a warm tight wetness engulf my cock-head. I could see her inner pussy lips flowered around my cock and I could see her fingers still lightly guiding my cock in the right directions.

The pleasure was intense than anything I had ever felt before. She slid about half the length of my cock and stopped. She got up a little and I could see my cock emerging right up to the ring behind the cock-head. It was shining and slick with her juices. She sat back again and this time I slid nearly completely in her. The night dress that I was holding up slipped from my numb fingers as all my blood and my consciousness rushed to the tip of my penis. I couldn t bear it any more.

I felt another surge of liquid heat rise up from my balls and I clenched my ass-muscles again hard. She continued to rock up and down and I could feel my cock ram into her deeper and deeper. I was still clenching tight but slowly and inexorably an urge was rising somewhere deep inside me up my balls and into the base of my penis. I knew I was fighting a loosing battle specially since Madhu had increased her pace. I could feel her rise her hips exposing a good part of my penis to the cold air (that I could feel) and when about an inch was inside her she slid down engulfing me into her heat. And she continued it again and again completely oblivious of my heroic but loosing battle against that rising tide of liquid heat in me. I felt a burning sensation halfway up my penis when I let go once. As I unclenched I felt the wondrous burning liquid rush up my cock-length and into her. The burning liquid left in its wake a pleasure I had never felt before. I felt a voice that did not at all sound like my own moan and Madhu increased her speed.

She changed her strokes and instead of rising all the way up she began rocking her hips in a circular motion. That caused my cock to come out a little and then slide in again in short hard strokes. I clenched hard again as I felt another surge start in my balls and I felt my cock-head expand. Madhu must have felt it to for she increased her tempo. I held against the rising tide maybe for a second maybe two and then that liquid heat broke loose. I felt a rush of pleasure shooting up my cock head and I heard a strange voice cry out again and again. Even before the first rush of hot searing liquid left my cock I could feel another spasm taking over and then another. In a continuous flow I burst forth from my cock and into her with all my love and passion. I don t know when I had grabbed her hips to hold her still so that I could push all of me into her to the greatest depth. Madhu had wrapped her arms around my head and was kissing me my eyes and lips and face as she murmured something I heard her say … my baby… my baby… over and over again. My legs were straight (don t know when they had become ramrod stiff) and my hips had left the seat of the chair as I tried to impale Madhu even more on my cock. We stayed there for a long time like that with after-spasms still hitting me trying to drain away the minutest drop of pleasure from my balls. I was still inside her churning pussy. Madhu was breathing deeply and so was I. Her eyes were shut as she lay slumped against me her head on my shoulders.

We heard the garage door open downstairs and voices that belonged to my parents and Madhu s drifted up slowly through the fog of pleasure. Madhu s face was close to mine and I could she her eyes spring open. Did I see a fleeting moment of panic in them? She looked at me and then all I could see was love. She kissed me slowly once.

I have to go now she whispered. She got up and I felt my shrinking cock come out and fall over my balls. She stood there for a moment bunched the nightie in her hands and gave a quick rub between her legs. Then with the same bunched cloth she patted my balls and the shrinking cock dry and stepped up over me.

Sleep in this room tonight she said walking out. And keep the doors open but shut the lights. And then she was gone I heard her climb down.

I got up went to the bathroom and reluctantly washed my cock and balls. The world had suddenly become more beautiful but more puzzling than ever before. But I knew this was just the beginning I knew there was more to come and I could not wait for it to happen. I also had a thousand questions in my mind questions I wanted to ask Madhu. But those questions could wait. I was eager for the day to be over and the night to begin. The anticipation of it all had given me another hard-on. I changed my shorts adjusted my cock to hide the hard-on and went down.

…… continued.