Saturday, November 29, 2008

My Neighbor

This all started during this summer about 1 months ago. My wife and children had gone to my in lows home. My hometown for vacations. Due to my job I was to stay back in My home, my adopted town. I live in one of the few luxury apartments in the city where most of the people are stuck up and usually don't know who is living next door (culture of Karachi). Exception was a couple that was our next-door neighbor Sanober and he husband Aslam who was in garment business. We have good relations with them and socialize with them occasionally.

Aslam is usually out of city/country on one pretax or other. Coming back to summer vacations, on one Thursday I left the office after reading a lot of stories and horny. I picked up the food on the way and an xxx CD from the rental store. After reaching home and having my dinner I sat in my living room wearing a night dress and played the CD. This CD was hottt, as it showed nice women in different variation of sex with well-hung guys. I was smoking and started to play with my lund, which is about 6". Suddenly the door bell rung, I stopped the VCD and got up to open the door, their was Sanober, my neighbor standing at the door excusing to knock at this time of
night (10 pm). She was wearing a nighty, let me tell you about Sanober, she is about 5'.4", beautiful round face, luscious lips, curly hair, fair skin, 34B(I found later) nice tummy and ass to die for. I asked her what's up, she said Aslam is not home and my son has a fever, do you have any children medicine. I said sure come on in and went to children's room to look for the medicine. Once I came out with the medicine she was still standing on the main door, I handed her the medicine, she looking at the cigarette in the ashtray said, "I didn't knew you smoke" I told her "only when I m lonely and bored". She smiled and thanked me and left. Thinking about her I went back to the movie and started watching after about ½ hour my lund was hard as steel and I was thinking about masturbating for some relaxation. Again the doorbell ring and I paused the CD to check out the door.

Sanober was standing there in her nighty with the medicine bottle. She said I wanted to return the bottle, I asked how is your son and told her there was no hurry cause I wasn't planning to use it tonight. She smiled on my comment and said, son's temperature is down now and he is sleeping with the maid. I asked her to come in if she would like to have a cup of coffee. She said she is tempted to come in but not for coffee but a cigarette. I said sure and asked her to take a seat closing the door behind her. I lit two cigarettes, one for her and one for myself and set down on the sofa across from her. She looking at the blank screen of the TV asked me what was I watching, I told her an nothing just a boring English movie. She looking at my crouch (which showed a significant bulge) smilingly said I don't think it was that boring. I just smiled sheepishly and ask her if you like to watch she, taking a puff from her cigarette said why not I was feeling bored as it is. I played the movie than only she realized that it was a complete xxx rated. I
saw her face turning red and I asked her if you want me to switch it off. She said no its OK, I enjoy these movies sometime with my husband. I saw her cigarette was about to end, since I did not wanted her to finish the cigarette and go I lit up another one for her any walked across the room to give her another and took the previous one from her hand. I had to bend down next to her extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray, doing that my arm rubbed her breast, which felt very soft and confirmed my suspicion that she was not wearing in bra.

I just sat down next to her and posed as nothing has happened; to my utter surprise she did not moved from her place either. Now we were sitting right next to each other, me with a bone hard as a rock and she face gleaming red hot face. Our legs touched creating a spark and on the screen in the meant time a hot blonde was giving a blowjob to a 12" cock. I commented that I can bet this is a fake cock; she laughed and said are you continues of your size or jealous. I said jealous, she asked why how long are you, I simply said 6". She smilingly said same size as my husband. Good! came out of my mouth, she just looked at me and said yeah! We both were talking double meaning talk and no one was taking the lead. Than I thought to myself " abay chotia this is the time to make a move or apna lund aik mahenay taak haath may laiakr ghoomta rahay ga" with
this in my mind a lazily put my hand on her thigh, she looked at me and just turned her face towards the TV. Her thigh was burning with her body heat, I slowly started to move my hand up and down, she still did not make any move to avoid the rub. I was getting bold and
desperate I just rested my hand around the junction of her legs and pussy and started playing with my fingers around the nape of the bussy. She opened her legs a little and put her hand on mine pulling it towards her breast. This was the encouragement I was looking for. I just pulled her face to me and started kissing her, she responded by opening her luscious lips for me and my tongue started probing inside her mouth. Her tongue doing the same we started exchanging
our saliva. She was hot as a red pepper and I was hard as a steel crow bar. With my hands I started removing her nighty and my mind blew off, as she was not wearing anything underneath and her breast had not gravitational pull on them. Her nipples were standing like two prunes waiting to be eaten.

I wasted not time and started eating her nipples and rubbing her breast. She was arching her back with her eyes closed. My lips were all over her body her ears, eyes, nose lips, neck and than back to her nipples. She was moaning with pleasure. I lower my hands inside her nighty to find her pussy was clean-shaven her and was dripping wet. I put my one figure in her pussy, which went in as a knife in the butter. She sighed calling my name and grabbed my hard lund from
top of my long shirt. She said take off your shirt, which I did urgently and she immediately grabbed my lund and asked me to come in 69 position. Once in the position on the sofa I started lapping her delicious choot, which was red as strawberry and drinking her juice, which was coming out, like a leaked faucet. She in the meantime started sucking my lund like an ice cream. She nibbled on my balls and than started tugging on them with her lips one by one. I was
using my tongue like a small dick poking in and around her choot, she was shaved and chikni as marble. My assault on her pussy was yielding more and more juice from her pussy along with muffed moans coming out of her stuffed mouth. After the onslaught of the pussy I turned attention to her ass, which was soft as a feather pillow. I started pressing it with my all might and poking my tongue on her asshole. She jumped and said my husband never touched me their and it feels great. I kept doing what I was doing/enjoying with her choot and gand until my tongue got tired and dry as a bone.

I turned her around any put my tongue in her mouth for the much needed lubrication. Than lifting her on my shoulder I took her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and again started chewing on her clitoris. She was heaving with pleasure her breast jumping up and down I put my hands on her nipples and my mouth busy eating her choot. She said I cann't wait any longer I want you in me NOW. I lifted her legs and opened them in V shape and started rubbing my hot lund on her choot. She just pushed herself on my lund not wanting to wait any longer, I also pushed my self in her hot choot. It was stretching to accommodate my lund and she was out of control with ecstasy. She told me to ram it in, which I did and she gave out aloud scream. With one thrust I was completely in due to the wentness of her choot. I stayed there without moving for a minute enjoying the warmth of my friendly neighbor. She started to move herself and I just stood their feeling the claw like sensation of her pussy. Than I also started to move lying on top of her crushing her marvelous boobs with my hairy chest. She was moaning with every push and held on my back hairs to hold herself from my deep pushing. My lund which was now easily 7 ½ inches was going deep inside her hot pussy and her mouth was open with voices of aaaah oooooh coming out from it. I kept ramming into her for 15 minutes while our bodies wet with sweat even in the air-conditioned apartment. After 15 minutes I felt I was ready to come and I told her I cummmming she just used her cunt mussels to tighten the grip on my dick giving me he signal to cum inside her choot.

I started to spray her inside with cum which was of unbelievable intensity. She had cum twice during this time and I just dropped on her body like a log. After about 10 minutes we just lay there kissing and fondling with each other's parts she complimented me on such a beautiful session and told me I lied to her about the size, as my dick was much bigger and fatter than her husbands. I smiled and thanked her for the reassurance and started biting her nipples. She exclaimed, do you ever get tired. I said with you NO! She said I want you to enjoy me until your wife is not home, I asked and "after that" she said we can think of something. By this time I was hard again and she started playing with my dick and balls she pressed it between her breast and I started rubbing it between these beautiful mounds of pleasure. I than turned her around and started fingering her asshole. She again jumped up and said "hey! May yahan say bilkul
kunwari hoon". I said I have tried all your holes except this one and why not lose the virginity of this hole tonight. She agreed to it but asked me to take it easy and do it slowly. I was more than
happy, I used some Nevia cream on her asshole putting my finger all the way in and opening the beautiful winking bud. I told her to relax and enjoy the ride, with that I started to insert my dick in her shit hole. She first gave out low moans and when I pressed harder my dick went ¼ inside her ass, she screamed with pain and I put my hand on her pussy tugging on her love bud.

That diverted her attention giving me enough time to force my dick all the way in. she screamed again but I was not listening I started pushing in and out slowly, after three four jerks she started moving her ass along with my dick enjoying the pleasure given by me. I kept pumping her ass for about 20 minutes enjoying the tight grip of her ass, looking down on her ass hole with my dick coming in and out. She was mooning with pleasure saying " jaan tum nay to aaj chudai
kaa sahi maza day dia. May ub tumharay alawa kissi say kaisay chudwaoongi". I told her Sanober " jaan tumhay jaab meri zaroorat ho ajana, may tumhari choot or gaand ka diwana hoon aur tumharay mummay to mujhay pagal karday tain hain". Talking this dirty made me more
aggressive and she in the mean time was Cumming again as my hand never left her choot. She screamed again " main phir choot rahi hoon tum please maray saath chooto". I started pumping her with my full force with my fingers still playing with her pussy. I blasted along with her in an earth shaking orgasm. This time we were both too tired to move and just slept in each other's arms. Around 6 am she got up and hurriedly put her nighty on and said I have to take my
kid to school. She kissed me again putting her tongue in my mouth and said " JAAN MAY YEAH RAAT KABHI NAHI BHOOLONGI" as it was better than my wedding night.

I pressed her boobs and told her whenever you are in need you know where to find me. She left smiling and I went back to sleep. At around 8:00 am I was waken by door bell, I cursing under my breath opened the door to find Sanober standing on the door, smiling freshly washed, asking can I come in my friendly neighbor. I just smiled and let her in closing the door behind her and grabbing her tits from the back.

Story of Married Anita

I am a businessman running my own factory. Last year I married Anita who is a computer engineer and after two months of our marriage Anita got a good job in a multinational American company. Since both of us were employed we had to engage a male servant and two female
servants for cooking and other household work. All the three servants were aged between twenty-two and twenty-five years of age.

The male servant was named Raju and lived with his parents at a distance of about four furlongs from my house and was required to come at 8.30 a.m. and to leave our house at 8.30 p.m. after the dinner was over. The older maidservant was Preeti and she also lived with her parents near about a furlong from our house and the younger maidservant called Roopa lived in a kothari in our house near our bedroom, as she had no one to live with.

Unfortunately my wife Anita had to go to the United States for training for six months which was extendable by a further period of six months. After my wife left I used to feel quite lonely. In the day most the time was spent in the factory and the office and with my friends whom I used to invite for drinks and sometimes dinner but the real loneliness was felt by me in the night. Sometimes I could not sleep at all and used to rise very early against my routine when
Anita was here. Then we used to leave our bed not before seven 'clock in the morning.

One day when I had retired to bed for sleeping I saw Roopa standing. I asked her what is the matter for her coming at this hour. She said mujhe lagta hai ki aap ko bina bibiji ke neend nahin aati hai ( I feel that you are not able to sleep without my mistress). I said tumhein theek hi lagta hai magar koi chaaraa bhi to nahin hai (you are right but there is no way out).

On this she said agar aap kahein to jabtak bibiji nahin aajaatin main aap ke saath let kar aap ka akelapan door karne ki koshish karun (if you say I may sleep with you till the mistress returns and try to remove your loneliness). I said agar tum mere saath so-ogi to log kya kaheinge(if you will sleep with me then what will people say). To this Roopa said kisi ko kaise pataa chalega ki main aap ke saath so rahee hoon. Jabtak koi aayegaa main uth jaaoongee aur bistar par aap akele rahenge( how will anybody come to know that I am sleeping with you . By the time any one comes I will get up and you will be alone in the bed).

I said main sonch kar kal bataaungaa( I will think over the matter and tell you tomorrow). Next day when after taking my dinner and when Raju and Preeti had left and I had closed all the doors I retired to my bed for sleeping I found that Roopa had again come and sked me aap ne kyaa sonchaa (what have you decided).

I said that tum mere saath let kar so sakti ho magar 6 baje tak uth jana aur tum yeh baat kisi ko bhi nahin bataaogi (you can sleep with me but you should get up at 6 a.m. but you should not tell it to any body).

I said tum mere saath so-ogi aur mujhe chodne ki ichchha huee tab kyaa hogaa. Kyaa tum mujh se chudvaalogee?( if you sleep with me and I am aroused then will you let me fuck you?) Roopa said aap ki agar mujhe chodne ki ichchhaa ho to aap mujhe chod leejiyegaa. Aap jo bhi bibiji ke saath karte hon voh aap mere saath keejiye. Aap mujhe apni biwi hi samajhiye jabtak bibiji nahin aajaatin ( if you desire to fuck me you may fuck me. You may do whatever you do with your wife. You may think that I am your wife till your wife returns).

I then asked Roopa kya tum jaanti ho ki main Anita ke saath kyaa kyaa karta hun?(Do you know what I do with Anita?).

Roopa said aap wahi karte honge jo sab aadmi apni biwiyon ke saath karte hain. Aap unka chumma lete honge, unki choonchi dabaate aur chooste honge, unki bur chaat-te honge unki Choot chodte honge aur shayad unki Gaand bhi maarte honge. ( you must be doing what every
man does with his wife. You may be kissing her, you may be squeezing and sucking her tits, you may be licking and fucking her Choot and probably fucking her Gaand).

I asked Roopa yeh sab tumhen kaise maaloom huaa(where have you learnt all this). Roopa said meri saheli Shanti ki abhi haal hi mein shaadi huee hai who mujhe bataati hai ki kal uske pati ne uske saath kya kiyaa ( my friend Shanti was married recently and she used to narrate what her husband did with her the previous day.)

I asked Roopa kya shanti ka pati uski Gaand bhi maartaa hai(does Shanti`s husband fuck her Gaand also). Roopa said that Shanti ne bataayaa ki ek din jab uska pati use chodne chalaa to Shanti ne kahaa ki aaj meri mahawari ho rahi hai is par uske pati ne kahaa ki koi baat nahin aaj doosri tarah se tumhen chodein ge. Phir usne uski Gaand mein thook lagaa kar uski Gaand mein apna Lund ghuser diyaa aur jab tak uski mahawari hoyti rahi roz hi uski Gaand maartaa rahaa
(Shanti told me that one day when her husband wanted to fuck her she old him that she has got menses then he said he will fuck her by other means and after applying saliva in her Gaand fucked her Gaand and had anal intercourse with her daily during her menses).

Roopa then asked kya main aap ke saath aaj se hi so sakti hun?(can I sleep with you from today?) I said main kal tumhaare liye achchhe se kapde sabun aur kuchh cheezen le aaoongaa tab tum nahaa kar aur voh kapde pahan kar mere saath letnaa (I will bring clothes, soap and
other things for you then you sleep with me after taking bath and wearing those clothes tomorrow).

She said achchha kal se hi so -oongi aap ke saath. Main chaahti hun ki bibiji ki ghairmaudgi mein aap ka akelapan mit jaayye aur aap theek se soein (all right I will sleep with you from tomorrow. I want that in Bibiji`s absence you may not feel lonely and sleep well).

Next day I bought few nighties and sarees and other things and soap and powder and perfumes for Roopa and kept them in my wife's wardrobe. In the night when Roopa came I gave her a nightie and soap and powder and perfume to wear after taking bath in my bathroom.
After the bath when Roopa came wearing the nightie to sleep with me she was looking extraordinarily beautiful. The nightie was made of semi - transparent material and the Mammes and nipples and pubic hairs of Roopa were almost visible.

I said to Roopa main nahin samajhtaa thaa ki tum itni khoobsurat ho aur tumhari choochiyan to dekhne mein Anita se bhi zyada achchhi hain. Inhein dekh kar to mera Lund khadaa ho gayaa hai aur meri ichchha tumhe chodne ki ho rahi hai (I never thought that you were
so beautiful and your tits are better than Anita`s and seeing them I have got a hardon and I want to fuck you). Hearing this Roopa blushed a little and lay down on the bed beside me and said meri Choot bhi bibiji se zyadaa kasee huee hogi kyon ki bibiji to aapse roz chudvaati theen aur main jaane kabse binaa chudi hoon (my Choot is also more tight than my mistress because she was getting fucked daily while I have not been fucked since long) . Agar aap mujhe
chodna chaahte hain to chod leejiye (You may fuck me if you so like).

She said main ne kahaa na ki jab tak bibiji nahin aatin hain tab tak mujhe aap apni biwi samajhiye aur apni biwi ke saath jo kuchh karte hon mere saath kar leejiye ( as I have already said till your wife returns you may treat me as your wife and do with me whatever you do
with your wife). Then I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. Then I opened her nightie and started sucking her nipples. Then I placed her hand on my Lund and asked her to stroke it ise mutthi mein pakad kar dheere dheere aage peechhe karo. Then I inserted one finger in her Choot and finger fucked her for some time. This excited her and she started crying ab chodiye mujhe (now fuck me). Then I inserted my Lund in her Choot and started fucking
her. In a short while she reached her climax and I shot my load in her Choot. After so many days I had a sound sleep so had Roopa.

Since then I and Roopa lived like husband and wife every day in the night.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Shaitan ki Pujaran Chapter 2.2

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Shaitan ki Pujaran Chapter 2.1

Vinod was a little frustrated that Chandra was taking so long to respond to his attention. He was accustomed to quicker success. He knew she was aware of his reputation, both scholastically and as a lover. Just thinking about her handsome, exotic face, with its huge eyes and dark lips made him squirm. Add to that those huge Mummay, and wide hips, and he felt hardness start in his lunD. Why couldn't she just surrender like the college girls?

He had scheduled them to work together today, but when that Choot Nisha disappeared, had rearranged things. Now he was here in the camp alone, cleaning up some of the paperwork required by the foundation, and waiting to give her hell when she got back. The nerve, to foul up his plans. She had always been so trustworthy, so dependable. What the hell could have happened to her?

He heard a small cough from the flap of his tent, and turned in his flimsy chair. It was Chandra, and his heart skipped. "Hi, Vinod. Kia Nisha ko kahi Daikha hai main kab se uss ko Dondh rahee hoon?"

"Nah, who abhi Wapis nahi aai , pata nahi kia baat hai itni dair who kabhi nahi bahra rahi ...." The girl still hadn't come in the tent, just stood there in the opening, bent over, showing him a little cleavage, her hip thrust to the side provocatively. Uh unh. Sexy gal. Just wait, baby.

She asked "hum ko uss se khoojna chaahiye ?" He tried to look like he was considering it, rather than ogling her shape. "Nah, I think we'd have found her already if she was hurt or something. My guess is she was exploring some theory she picked up from the stone. She reads the damn language so well, it's scary." He had seen Chandra and Nisha talking together often, and didn't want to sound too harsh. He thought the Choot was trying something on her own to cut him out. Goddamn post- docs. Ambitious as hell.

Chandra shrugged, and dropped the flap. "main Jara Dariya tak walk karne ja rahee hoon, ho sakta hai Nisha wahan Swim kar rahee ho, Garmi bahut hai main bhi Nahna loon gi "He had the feeling she teased him sometimes, though he couldn't imagine why. That was close enough to an invitation, though, and he yelled, "Wait,main bhi aa reha hoon." He grabbed his pith helmets and scrambled out of the tent, as her swinging hips disappeared into the jungle. He stumbled after her, and didn't catch her until they were down at the river bank, and she was shucking off her shirt.

On an expedition like this, the niceties of civilization were often abandoned, and bathing was one example. It was normal for everyone to bathe nude, both male and female. Good form required never leering, though he had never gotten the full hang of that. He found beautiful women impossible to ignore. He had seen Chandra' s charms several times, and never tired of ogling her, as carefully as possible. He had a feeling she had noticed, but she never mentioned it.

As the Chandra pushed off her pants on the shore, her back to him, revealing those full hips and nice legs, he remembered seeing Nisha the other day at the same spot. He had never realized what a neat body the usually reserved woman possessed. Nice big tits, long legs and a trim, taut midsection. With her hair released and wet, she gave a wholly different impression than usual. Might try that mousy little thing when I get finished with Chandra, he had thought. Might be a good one-nighter.

He watched as the dark skinned girl stroked into the water, admiring her gaanD. She avoided any eye contact, though, so after getting no encouragement to join her, he yelled "main bhi aa reha hoon Chandra . Careful now." He started stumbling through the jungle again, and must have taken a wrong course, because he happened into a glade with a stream that fed the river, and lo and behold, there was Nisha.

His first thought was relief that she was okay. Last thing I need is to lose anyone. Then he started to chew her out about her absence. "oh Nisha tum kahan thi hum sab peraishan the? Sara Program sara schedule got screwed up. I....." Then he stopped as he noticed a subtle change in her appearance.Her hair was down, and looked darker and wavier, as though it had been oiled all the way. He thought he saw hints of eye makeup, and dark lipstick. Even though it was light, it gave her a completely new appearance, much prettier, even beautiful. And her blouse was gaping open, and she wore no bra. He could see the profile of her nipples in the thin cotton of her shirt. Even her expression was different, no pursed lips and pinched eyes, but an open, smiling look.

"ohh Nisha tum kissi beauty parlor gai thi. You look great." She grinned at him, and if he didn't know her better, he'd have said it was a seductive invitation. "Why thanks, Vinod. I'm glad to see you too. I was exploring a cave I found, but it turned out to be empty." He saw her eyes look back at the way he had come, and asked "Were you swimming, Vinod? Is that Chandra I hear? Naughty boy." She was holding his eyes, something she never did, and he felt a sudden rush of desire. Shit, two weeks without a piece of gaanD, why not.

"Sorry it didn't turn out, Nisha. Listen, this is a nice spot, huh? Why don't we take a break, swim a little." She grinned wickedly, he thought. "Why Vinod, the water's only a foot deep. Do you want to get naked with me?" He felt a fast flush of heat at her boldness. "Um, kia soch rahe ho,Sharam aa rahee hai Kia??" She still held his eyes. " Her eyes seemed to burn into him as he watched her start to strip. The old Nisha would have raced, anxious to get it over with and jump in the water, covering herself. But now, she unbuttoned the blouse very slowly, pausing with each loosening to pull the edges apart, revealing more and more fullsome titflesh. He felt his lunD surge. When she reached the last button, she pulled the cloth out of her pants, but still didn't reveal herself fully.

"Tiyar ho , Vinod? Tum ko achay lage na." She cupped her globes through the thin cotton, lifting them, making the outline of the nipples even more obvious. "Tum uss din inn ko bahut ghoor rahe the na bolo,didn't you? Weren't you surprised at your staid little student?" She shrugged off the shirt, let it slither to the ground. Her chest was arched, and he gasped at the wonderful pair of tits pleasing his gaze.They were full, large, and rounded, with nice pouty, red nipples, already taut. He felt his mouth water, and began tearing his own shirt off. She murmured "jara sabar se Jan ,bahut Jaldi hai Meri laine ki?" He could hardly believe his ears, and his eyes. Nisha had become a sensual, bold woman, overnight. He slowed down, but revealed his thin, well muscled torso. "Mmmm, abhi jara intijar karo abhi mere Badan ke Jalwe daikhoo, Vinod."

She worked her tennis shoes off as she unbuckled the belt of her pants. His ears were roaring with the slow erotic way she was showing him her fantastic body. She began easing the pants down over her hips, one side at a time, and suddenly he saw coal black pubic hair just at the waistband. She paused there, watching him gasp. Chuckling, she pushed further, and the whole triangle was exposed, rich and full, puffy Chootlips outlined by the fuzzy bush.ohh her Choot lips are vibrating opening and Closing Inviting his hard lunD to cum deep inside. He almost gagged as he unbuckled his own pants.

She slowly leaned down as she lowered the pants to her feet, and stepped out of them. The movement made those full boobs hang and move pendulously, and the rigid nipples profiled against her fair skin. His lunD was hard as a rock, and he had trouble getting his pants over it. She almost seemed to laugh at his frantic tearing at the pants. She just stood there, hands on her hips, a knee pointed in sensuously, until he finally got them off. He took a step toward her, but she whispered "Nahi jan nahi bas mujhe nahte howe daikhoo."

She turned her body toward the stream keeping her head looking over her shoulder at him, and her eyes locked to his. She took three steps into the gurgling water, swinging her hips blatantly. Then her gaanD lowered very slowly, the muscles flexing, into the shallow water. Her body ended up sideways, and she began splashing water gently on her face, then her boobs, rubbing herself and further exciting him.

Shaitan ki Pujaran Chapter 1.2

Nisha had never sucked a lunD before, but this felt natural and marvelous. Blood vessels pulsed as it stiffened further, and her tongue laved at the textured skin of the head, tasting more of his essence. She sunk more of it into her, breathing through her nose, smelling a powerful, savage male perfume. She pushed harder, forcing it down her throat, feeling the blood flowing, and her free hand reached around to pull his hips to her. It closed her airway as it entered her almost to it's full length, and she let it out, tongue still lapping firmly.

The male flesh hardened as she began moving so it fucked her mouth. She felt her stomach soar as her hips writhed with the pleasure she was giving this fantastic creature. Shaitan ka Pujari. Her master. Her lover. It was pistoning inside her, and her mouth seemed to water with the taste and wonder of this act. She lifted her eyes and caught his look of excitement, of control, and of enjoyment. She pulled away slightly so all there was in her mouth was the head, and sucked it fiercely, hearing little sounds her mouth was making as it ministered to him.

But he suddenly humped fully into her, and even as she choked, she felt a gush of liquid jetting into her throat. She swallowed, but its volume was too much, and she felt it dribbling out of her lips. It was the same tart taste, but stronger, and more compelling. She smiled avidly, opening her mouth as another spurt fired over her tongue. Then a hand in her hair pulled her face away, and a spray jumped into her eyes. He is cumming his throbbing lunD is spurting hot white thick Cream on Her Beauitful Sex Face began dripping down to her nose, and she grinned her own evil pleasure at his debasement. Her bottom was on fire.

He was breathing hard, and she nuzzled to his groin, kissing lightly at the ball sack, the base of his lunD, his abdomen. There was still some leaking, and she pressed her face to it, further smearing his jism on her cheeks and lips. It was as though she wanted herself covered with his essence, surrendering to his defiling capture of her soul. Dimly, she saddened that this might be the end of her seduction.

The hand in her hair pulled her upright. "Main koi insann nahi hoon , issi liye meri Shakti bhi Insaan se bahut jaiyada hai Issi liye Jiss tarha main tujhe chodon ga uss tarha koi bhi Insaan nahi chod sake ga orr ajj ke baad tumhari Choot main mere lunD se Chudwane ki aag baDh'tee rahegee ,, teri choot rooj mere lunD ko pukare gi,Nisha." He was sneering at her, and covered her white thick Juicey mouth with his, the thick tongue moving between her lips. She felt his lunD against her belly, still stiff. Her heart soared. What now, she wondered, but tingled with desire to experience whatever it would be. He had to take her, use her. She cried out in the dim cavern " Mujjhe chod ,,, chod Mujhayyyyy , chod de Meri Chooottt ,,, UMmmmmeeeeeee....."
He lifted her easily to the altar, positioning her legs on the forks of the "Y', so she was splayed open, her Choot exposed to the mirror now. As his hands wandered over her titties, and her fevered skin, the mirror showed the pink flesh between the labia, and the matting of black pubic hair from the moisture of her desire. She spread her arms again, offering herself, waiting breathlessly. Her hips were wantonly undulating, trying to invite his rape.

She saw his face between her legs, his tongue licking over his mouth as he stared at her needy, twisting body. His hands were on her thighs, pressing and kneading. The fierce head began to lower, and she realized his mouth and that powerful tongue were nearing her raging Choot. Oh, he's going to eat my Choot, she thought. Jaldii karro jaldi. She humped to him, and hissed " meri Choot Chattttt,ummm essss."

His lips seemed to smack to her foaming Choot, locking it inside his mouth, and she groaned and writhed with the stimulating thrill of it. She felt the tongue, first entering deeply into her wet tunnel, then coming up to her love button. " ummm Maaaaa ,, ummm , Maaaa ,, offff uffff arghhhhhhhh." Her mind was whirling with the feeling of floating in a sea of passion. The tongue kept up its movement, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her groin. Her Choot seethed with heat, and the tongue fucked vigorously into her, amazingly deep. Her hands wrapped in her hair, as she groaned with sensual awakening.

She felt his hands squeezing the folds of her Choot together, increasing the friction of his tongue as it rampaged in her tight Choot. Each flick of her clit sent stars whirling in her mind, and she thought she heard him growling heavily as she heaved into his face with legs taut and shaking. But his eating became harder and faster, sending her into a roaring fog of want.

Even without experience of it, she knew orgasm was near. " Abb chod mujhe Apne lunD se ,, chod mujhayyy chod dayyy naaaa, aaaa Meri choot ka BlatKar karo , Pharr dayy meri Choot ummm." He rose, the evil grin wider, the look of desire and conquest grossly exciting to her frantic mind. In the mirror, she saw the wanton woman begging for his monsterous member. Nisha Verma, a Randi . " haan jaldi chod , chod ummm ,,sssssssssss."

He had hurled his massive lunD into her heedless of pain or speed, but all she felt was gratitude at the stinging sensation of vibrant wonder. The base punched her clitty, making it the focal point of her flaring heat. Tides of thrilling feelings almost drove her unconscious as he began to thrust and thrust, all the way back out with each stroke. The stretching of her flesh was unbearably sweet, as though her Choot was able to adapt perfectly to his huge lunD. She could feel every inch, every ridge, every part of his lunD as it pummeled her unmercifully, the careless savagery of it adding to her rising need.

She began to babble mindlessly as he fucked, reaching out fruitlessly, twisting and bending and humping. "Ungh, ungh, ohhh uffff urrrmphh, rfff. chod chod , umm chod." She felt on a high plateau of goodness, soaring in carnal delight. Her hands began pulling and pinching her titties as her eyes closed, and a whirlpool started spinning in her red hazed mind. His hands were pressing on her groin, pushing in firmly, making her clitty pulse and twitch with each of his powerful strokes.

The whirlpool tightened and tightened, spinning faster, as she writhed to his pistoning lunD. Her eyes snapped open and widened, staring at his leering face, now grotesque in its concentration. He slowed his thrusts, but increased the force of them, driving with incredible power. She couldn't breathe, as the whirlpool concentrated itself into a tiny dot of fantastic intensity, and then an explosion of rhapsodic sweetness burst in her soul. She knew what it was.
" oieee Maaa , oieeeeee Maaa urggggggg oofffff." Her head was twisting as her hands punched and tweaked at her boobs, her tingling nipples. The climax took over her body, sending raging pangs of lust ringing through her. It was a glorious release of a dam of pleasure, thrilling her to her depths. His mighty lunD kept up its spasmodic penetrations, each time spinning another thrill into her groin. Suddenly he froze, buried deep in her ovaries. She felt red hot liquid filling her, over filling, leaking out onto her gaanDhole. He thrust again, and she felt more of his spunk jet into her Choot. The rivulet coming out became a stream, as her own hips raised to keep him buried. His sperm was puddling on the stone, she let her rear end sink back onto it, and wiggled to coat her gaanD.

Nisha was almost out of her mind. Her release was so welcome and complete she surged up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and locked her lips to his, her tongue shooting into his mouth as deeply as she could make it go. Her legs were still resting on the stirrups of the altar, and she heaved them around his waist, still humping her hips onto his lunD. The explosion roared on and on. Her clitty felt like a ball of excitement. As she felt his tongue lash with hers, and his mouth suck hers, she groaned with joy.

Their kiss went for what seemed like hours, though it was only minutes. She began to feel giddy and weak, and finally collapsed back onto the altar, returning her legs to the stirrups. She felt his lunD exit her Choot with a loud squish, and a jet of his jism fired onto her tits and her belly. She held his eyes as she rubbed it into her skin, finally licking the residue with her tongue. He laughed at her pleasure, but she thought he approved her licentiousness.

Her climax was over, though her body still tingled. She was aware of the stickiness of his spunk as it dried on her heated skin, but it was all part of this incredible experience. Just as she thought their fucking might be over, she felt his hands pull at her gaanD cheeks, and his lunD probed between the firm globes of her Sexy Round gaanD He is going to Fuck her Tight gaanD " oh uffff ohhhhhhhhhhh hayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy oieee maaaaaa ,,

Apni Randi ki gaanD Marni hai um mm ,Mar LO , Yeh gaanD Tumhare lunD ke liye hai Aoo Apne lunD ko Meri gaanD ki Gehraiyo main dal kar mujhe Apni Kutiya bana kar chodo ,,, ummm" she said inn a Husky lust full voice. She felt it at the puckered rim of her gaanD Hole, and bent her legs to give him access. Her mind dimly registered the pain this new penetration might cause, but found herself again murmuring "Hannn chod mujhe ,, meri gaanD mar , Marrr ohhhhhh uffff."This time, he entered her slowly, the lubrication from her Choot making his turgid meat slide smoothly, yet the pain of her stretched gaanDhole caused her to scream out. But even as she did, the stinging added to the warmth in her belly, as her hips began to move again. As his lunD sunk further and further into her Tight gaanD, stretching and tormenting her gaanD tube, she screamed again, but the tortured look as she held his eyes did not plead for him to stop,
" maaro na apni Randi ki gaanD Kas kas kar maaro , apni Randi bana lo mujhe , main Teri Kutiya hoon mujhe Kutte ki tarha chod ,, mar meri gaanDdd arghhhhh" She want him but to continue his domination of her. The pain mixed with waves of exhiliration and pleasure, in an erotic salad of feeling. Her heart was pounding even faster than with her previous climax, as she felt his monster lunD in her insides, his groin pressed against her butt cheeks.

The pain was only from the entrance rim, stretched so fully. Inside, the nerves signalled the presence of his lunD, and the insertion had been sexy and stimulating. He humped slightly upwards, further tearing at the tight opening into her gaanD, and as she screamed, the sound became hoarse with welcoming passion. "Aaaagh, Mar meriii gaanD ufff oh bahut Maja aa rehaaaa ummmmmmmm, maaaaaaaa , oieeeeeee aieeeee." Her reflection in the mirror held an expression of ugly grimace, but even as she watched, it began to change to fevered desire for more.

He began to pull out, but just a few inches, and then humped firmly back in. The thrust was good now, and the pain from her entrance was passing, though still adding a stinging dimension to his throbbing invasion. She found herself gasping "hann haannn ufff orr Joor se ,, umm orr Kas kar ke ,, Mar meri gaanD ,, ogggg chod le apni Randiiiii koo ufffff." and grinning at him as he again cycled into her body. He inserted his thumb in her Choot, and began to rub her clitty, and now thrills again began ringing wildly through her groin, and soon took over her whole body, her whole being. She began squirming to him, trying to increase the speed and force of his strokes in both her holes. Lovely mixed sensations of pain and pleasure coursed through her.

His movements began to speed up, and she recognized the building need for release from just a few minutes before. Another orgasm, she thought frantically. Oh yes, yes. The whirlpool was back, open and red tinged in her mind, as she began to twist and undulate spasmodically in her splayed position on the altar. Her jism coated skin tingled with heat, and the friction of the stone added to her rising desire. How could she have avoided this wondrous experience all these years?

He leaned forward and began to paw at her tits, kneading and pinching. She covered his hands, and found herself pleading to him "Haan Arkan, phaaR de meri gaanD , ummm le meri gaanD ka Maja oieeeee uffff aaaagh." His leaning pulled his lunD upwards, lifting her hips off the altar, and her calves were resting against his shoulders. Most of her weight was now on her back, and she felt a wonderful sense of his lunD as a pile driver into her gaanD, as the whirlpool began to close.
Her writhing became frantic and vicious. She was striving for more pain, more thrilling waves from her Choot, a higher peak. Her face felt full as a balloon, as her tongue lolled out, and groans of passion churned unintelligibly from her wailing moaning. Her groin was fucking back to his hand and lunD. All her movements were unconscious and wild. Her climax began to happen, more slowly than her first, but with even more force.

Explosions went off in her head, as fire seemed to rage in her. She could not speak at all, her head twisting with her release. This was a tidal wave of excitement and roiling orgasm, rolling rather than bursting, but powerful and complete. It lasted and lasted, as she watched him grin with his mastery over her flailing body. She felt liquid filling her intestine, again leaking out onto the altar. Her hand reached under her gaanD to catch a palmful, and she sucked it as the pleasure held its sway over her. Then she collapsed, floating in euphoria.

She felt his lunD leave her, and sighed with disappointment. When she began to again be able to see, after the haze left her mind, he was staring at her with pleasure. "Nisha tu ne mujhe or mere lunD ko khush kar diya , abb tuu Meri Randii hai !!! Nisha." Her heart soared with her pride at his words.

He waited until her breathing became less labored, and then pulled her to him through the angles of the stirrups. As she felt her feet support her, he stepped to the side, and their reflection in the mirror showed a still gorgeous, spunk smeared, dark haired maiden and a handsome god, standing hand in hand as though he was displaying her to the reflection. Then he stepped through the surface, pulling her with him.

They were standing in a huge room, with no obvious walls, yet she knew it was enclosed. Several small pools were scattered around, and beautiful women, mostly Indian, lolled around the area. They looked at her with expressions that seemed welcoming and understanding of her amazement and joy. He led her to the nearest water, and they waded in as his hands began to bathe her. They both submerged, and he kissed her under the surface, in a lingering and softer way. Her comatose brain still welcomed his caresses and his lips. As they rose, her mind filled with his final words to her.

"tu meri Randi hai Nisha ,, tera yeh khoobsorat Munh Teri yeh Chikni Choot or teri Tang gaanD ka Soorakh mera hai Tere Jisam or dimagh Teri Atma abb meri hai ,, tu Aaj se Wasna ki Pujaran hai ,, abb tu ne mere liye INSANo KI bali charhani hai abb tu unn Ka Shikar kare gi tu unn ko apne Sexy Jisam ke jalwe dikha kar Wasna ki aag main Jale gi or Phir Unn ke lunD or Chooto koe maze le gi or phir Khoob maja le kar unki Sari Shakti Choos kar unki Bali chaDhaaye gi or unki Atma meri ghulam ho jay gii ,, phir hum Sari Duniya par hakoomat kare ge sari Duniya main Shaitan ki Sarkar ho gi Samjhii meri Randi !!!." He led her to the mirror, and ushered her back to the cavern, alone. Her last sight of him was as one of the women began sucking his lunD with obvious pleasure and skill.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Shaitan ki Pujaran Chapter 1.1

(Introduction: Nisha is 25 years Old Archaeologist, graduate from Haward University USA. She has a fair Color, Beautiful Sexy Body 36- 27-38 ..... She is Visiting India, Her Native Country for A very important Archaeological Research.)

Entering the cave was dangerous alone, but Nisha felt drawn strangely into the darkness. When she had stumbled onto the hidden mouth of it yesterday, she had peeked in, but decided to check the maps to see if there was any mention of it. When she couldn't find any, she read over the stone tablet in Sanskrit that the anthropological expedition she was with had followed deep into this jungle. There was a discussion of a "Cave of Desire." It sounded like an old spot for lovers' trysts. She should have told Vinod, but felt she had a right to be the first to explore her own discovery. He would never have let her go in alone.

He was a big time Professor, well known in his field, and able to attract funding for these kinds of programs. She had been flattered to be asked to come, being a first year post-doc. It had sounded exotic to pursue the directions in the newly discovered tablet that hinted of an ancient tribe of peaceful Indians. It had turned out to be a little dull, mostly long days wandering around in pairs, trying to find more relics. Vinod hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention to her.
It wasn't a surprise. Nisha Verma had never tried to be glamorous. She had loved studying ancient civilizations, dead worlds, all her life, and cultivated a serious, stern image appropriate to academic life. She kept her long black hair in a bun, used no makeup to enhance her regular features, and dressed carefully to play down her voluptuous body. A few men noticed her because of the big tits and long legs, but she had always been shy. Books and ancient maps were far better company. She had lost her cherry in freshman year, and had never pursued the man who had taken her to that dull fraternity party. Since then, she avoided all but the most insistent suitors, and turned them off quickly with her conservatism.

Even as the world around her reverberated with sex, with the constant tension between male and female, she guarded herself. Lost in her work, and fearful of embarassment at the hands of arrogant men, she became a prudish, matronly person. At twenty five, she sternly avoided any temptations of a sensual nature, preserving a sense of honor and integrity. Lately she had vaguely remembered dreams of sexual acts, not only with Vinod, but even women. The temptation to masturbate was getting strong, though she resisted it firmly.

But she had wished Vinod would pay attention to her. He had been on her thesis committee, and had complimented her mastery of ancient Sanskrit, and the cogency of her gaanDysis of old Indian civilizations. She admired his mind, and was thrilled to work with him after she received her degree. He was a bachelor, and had a reputation for becoming intimate with students and associates alike. Yet he never even seemed to see her as a woman.

Even on this expedition, he relied on her ability to decipher the language, but was after the exotic, dark skinned Chandra, the guide the local University had assigned to assist them. So she felt comfortable being a little selfish with her discovery of this potentially important cavern. As she stepped through the opening, letting the bushes which hid it so well spring back in place, she felt a thrill of discovery. It was her first experience with field work.

She flicked on the heavy flashlight, and shone it around. Instead of the large space she had anticipated, it was actually a long tunnel seeming to go straight into the mountain. She examined the walls carefully, and saw a few signs of very old torches, carved into the stone. There were even some pieces of wood that looked as though they had once been burning. Her heart sank, for the implication was that the cave was relatively recent. But it sure looked old.

Then a residual impression flashed through her mind, and she turned off the light. Had she seen something? As her eyes slowly readjusted to the dark, it seemed to her there was a glow far down the tunnel. It was very dim, but yes, it was there. Again, she felt disappointment. If it was being used, this was unlikely to be an undiscovered artifact. And there might be danger. But there was no noise, and the same musty odor which she remembered from the special visit they had made to a two thousand year old temple near New Delhi. It was strange, but she felt tingling in her stomach, and started down the tunnel toward the glow.

The beam of the flashlight reflected eerily from the craggy surfaces of the walls as she walked slowly down the rough stone. It did seem to be descending, but was still warm. If anything, it was getting warmer, and she felt herself starting to sweat. She opened her blouse, letting air into her chest. It felt good. Echoes of her steps sounded hollowly. She felt her hair getting moist, and pulled the bobby pins out, letting it fall past her shoulders. That let some circulation to her scalp.
After a hundred yards or so, she stopped and turned off the flashlight again. The glow was more obvious now. Squinting, it seemed to Nisha that the tunnel turned down there, and the light was coming from the side, illuminating only the very end of this rocky entryway. But it was still very dim. She listened carefully, and heard nothing. It was a mystery, and she felt her excitement grow.

She turned the light back on, and hurried a little. Anticipation was welling up, a sense of something about to happen. She was anxious to find whatever it was. Later, she would remember this moment as the start of her seduction.

After another hundred yards, she no longer needed the light. The soft glow from the end was enough, and the artificial beam seemed out of place. Her face was flushed, and she had a sense of abandoning herself to this exploration, to the consequences. A funny feeling was forming in the pit of her stomach. It seemed almost sexual. As the glow got nearer, she looked down at her tits swelling out of her white bra, and the push of her pubic mound against the tan pants. She felt suddenly aware of her organs, and felt a tiny bit of moisture in her Choot. It didn't seem at all strange, just a part of her journey.

As she got to the turn in the tunnel, she didn't peer cautiously around, instead stepping decisively into the soft golden illumination. It was still weak, and the source seemed to be from the walls of the large space she had entered. And now, suddenly and inexplicably, there was the sound of a drum, in a heavy, slow beat, from far away.

To her left, a large crystalinne mirror reflected the walls of the cavernous room. Natural shelves held statuettes, glowing in several colors. They were erotic, nude women, organs exaggerated in the style of Indian statuary she had seen. Just in front of the mirror was a strangely shaped altar, in the shape of a Y, the open end facing into the crystal. It all looked very old. The reds, greens, and golds of the figures cast vivid tones of different colors on the walls, and the effect was sensual and exotic. The floor was level, and very smooth. It was even warmer.

She took several steps into the room, until she stood in front of the mirror. Her clothes felt uncomfortable. There was a buzz in her head, something like the floating she remembered from her one experiment with marijuana. She looked up at her reflection in the crystal, which was a little wavy from imperfections. The drumbeat was pulsing in her mind.

Her reflection was her familiar image, frizzed hair falling over her shoulders, the white bra revealed by the gaping of her unbuttoned blouse. But as she watched, it began to change, very slowly, in little bits that seemed to be timed with the rhythm of the coursing drum. Her hair appeared to smooth out, acquiring a luster and wave that was very attractive and erotic. Very Indian. Then, her face's image began to look like she had on makeup, deepening her eyes, widening and darkening her mouth. The effect was sensual.

Now, gracefully and gently, her blouse slipped away, seeming to free itself from the waist of her pants easily and smoothly. She felt the material sliding off her skin as she saw it happening in the mirror. Her mind was in turmoil, but she had no volition. She felt the bra unclasped in the back, and her breasts suddenly felt the fetid air. Her nipples were stiff. In the mirror, the rounded globes appeared larger and fuller, pushing out from her chest impudently. She realized how good her nakedness felt, as though it was natural to be nude here. She saw her reflection cup her boobs, squeezing and pinching, and realized it was her own hands caressing her flesh.

She arched toward the sexy reflection. She pushed her titties up, displaying them, feeling pride in their fullness. Her mind seemed to be two parts, one shocked at her boldness, and the other wanton and excited. Her hands drifted down to the pants' belt, and unhooked it, then opened the button at the waist. The garment drifted down slowly, without her touching it. Her waist high white panties appeared, then her long,slim legs. She just stood and watched the drift downwards in the mirror, even seeing the spot of dampness in her crotch. The tan material ended up in a clump at her feet.

As she stepped out of the pants, she realized her shoes were gone too. She stood before the mirror with only the panties on, the drum seeming louder, her blood boiling with tension. The part of her mind that was shocked was shrinking, while the stimulating fog dominated her more and more. She had the feeling of being part of an ancient rite, feeling drawn to its power, excited by its promise of, what? Pleasure, sexual pleasure. How could that be? She had never even had an orgasm.

She was fascinated by her image in the mirror. Reaching up, she could feel that her hair was indeed smoother, a little wavy, framing her now beautiful, exotic face. She stared at the reflection of her titties, capped with red nipples, looking so erotic. Her firm tummy was moving with her heavy breathing, and her legs seemed longer, sexier. The white panties were a contrast to the sensual appearance she saw, and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband.

She pushed this last remaining covering down, feeling a strange sense of triumph at her full nudity. As the elastic moved over her Choot, the coal black pubic hair made a striking contrast to her pale skin. She watched her reflection as she leaned over to let her legs lift out of the garment, seeing her breasts hanging and swaying. Mmmmm, nice, she thought. What man could resist me? Or what woman?

It all felt perfectly natural, except to that small, shrinking part of her mind protesting her daring. As she straightened, she raised her hands to a model's posing position behind her head, and turned in a knee as she had seen in lingerie catalogues. Nisha Verma was a new person, radiant with her newfound confidence. Her genital's black triangle was pouty and full, and she rotated to get a better look. From the side, it seemed even more prominent, and she pushed her hips out to increase its effect. Thrills at this image filled her.

Her hands began moving over her body, from her face to her tits and downwards to her abdomen, then finally into her Choot. A finger found the little button she had always known was there, but avoided. Now she twitched at it, watching her reflection become slightly slack jawed in passion. It felt so good, she wondered vaguely why she had never done this before. She felt awakened and alive.

She began to twist her body sinuously to the beat of the drum which seemed more insistent, while her finger kept kneading her clitoris. She could feel the wetness in her Chootal tunnel, and felt a bloom of dampness under her arms, on her face. The voluptuous woman in the mirror seemed to be someone else, a Randi, a Chuddo. She reveled in her licentiousness, pushing harder at the stiffening button at the top of her Choot. She began to feel need, need for a lunD to fill her, to stimulate her, to complete her. To give her pleasure and release. She continued her writhing dance to the drumbeat, thinking this really was a "Cave of Desire", and how fortunate she was.
The mirror began to cloud, and her image was gone. Suddenly, there was a man. And what a magnificent man, she marveled. His skin was dark, and his features vaguely Indian and strong, like a hawk. Nisha had a sense that he was large, and his hairless body was powerfully muscled. Wide shoulders, narrowing to slim hips, strong legs, and the largest, most imposing lunD she could imagine. It's length and thickness made her gasp, and again speed her diddling fingers in her now foaming Choot.

Her mind soared with happiness to be here with him, naked with him, free to give herself to him. Wanting him to use her as he wished. As he stepped to the floor of the cavern, emerging from the mirror, he smiled with a cruel, savage look of conquest. She heard herself groaning with the tension and want radiating through her. She heard a voice in her mind, speaking in Sanskrit. She had to adjust quickly to understand the rarely spoken language, but found it surprisingly easy.
"I am Arkanhapot. Main Wasana Ka Maha Pujari hoon or Tum abb meri ho , tum ko Wasna ki pujaran banana hai or yeh main Tum ko banaoo ga ,,, aao aab tum mere ho ." Nisha smiled and stretched her body to his avid gaze, raising her arms up and out, spreading her legs, and arching toward him. The mirror was clear again, and she could see the beautiful maiden offering her body to its master. Heat and want suffused her. She answered "ummm haann ummm"
He walked slowly around the altar toward her, as she shivered with anticipation, waiting. He had an aura that warmed and tingled her groin, and it got stronger as he approached. He reached her, and she closed her eyes, waiting for his commands, wanting his touch. She felt hands softly on her face, caressing gently, then beginning to move downwards, over her shoulders and then to her breasts. Fingers squeezed her nipples, then cupped her firm globes of titflesh, and the pressure sent waves of excitement into her body. She pushed to his touch. "oh ufff ummss."
The hands drifted lower, to her bellybutton, her abdomen, and slowly into her hairy bush. The dark mgaanD arched to his contact of its own accord, as she reveled in her ability to attract him. His firm fingers probed into her choot Lips, and found her clitty. She cried out at the first pulsating stimulation. Her need seemed unbearably strong.

One hand moved into the wet, swampy mess of her Choot, while the other went around her hip to her butt cheek, and moved into the large crack to her gaanDhole. She opened her eyes, and found his staring greedily at her. She matched his evil smile. "uf arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohh maaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaaaa,,,esssss."

Fingers entered her Choot and her gaanD roughly, quickly, and almost lifted her as her body was filled. Spurts of wonderful sensation emanated from the penetration. The fingers began to move in urgent, spasmodic pushes, and she groaned in response, trying to move her groin to increase the power of it. Something probed her mouth, and she felt an enormous tongue enter between her lips, and sucked on the wet, probing instrument as her own licked at its rough texture. Her arms dropped to his head and she pulled it to her so their lips locked together, as his hands increased the speed and strength of their movements in her bottom. The tongue was almost into her throat, but she swallowed and gasped with passion.

Suddenly and cruelly, he pulled away. She stood with her arms empty, staring at him, gaping with disappointment, wanting more. But she heard the voice say "Mere lunD ki Pooja karo." She fell to her knees, staring at his lunD. It was firmer now, sloping out from the dark pubic bone. The head was peeking out of the foreskin, the tiny slit moist. She exhaled as she leaned toward it, and licked gently at the drop of cloudy juice. It tasted bitter and tart. Her mouth opened as she raised a hand to push it upwards, and felt it jerk as she surrounded the first inch with her lips. As she closed around the tube, her hand reached down and began to diddle her clitty again, and she sucked his lunD into her mouth.