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.
"Oh kitna tandha pani hai ummmm bahut Sexy lag reha hai mere garam Jisam par yeh pani ummmm tum ko acha lag reha hai yeh sab daikhna?" He was gasping, and couldn't answer. She laughed throatily, and reclined fully, straightening her legs, so the water level barely covered her. She still held his gaze, the erotic smile beginning to fill his mind. Her black Choot was just above the surface, but the dampness made it mat to her pouty pubic bone, and her hand drifted down to the top of her Choot.
"oh main apni choot ko masal rahee hoon,Vinod. Oh yeh daikho kitni garam or Gili ho rahee hai Meri Choot ummmmm. Iss ko aik majboot lunD chaahiye jo uski khoob Chudai kary iss ki sari Masti nikal de ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" He could see her hand moving gently, and almost unconsciously began stroking his lunD.
"Oh no dear, nahi yeh na karo Mera yeh Munh kiss liye hai aao apne lunD ko mere munh main de do aoooo. Daikho meri Choot bhi tumhari Juban ( tounge) ka intijar kar rahee hai aoo ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm." and stumbled into the water beside her. He splashed her, and she gave a low, soft squeal. He plopped noisily down beside her, reaching for her tits. Their firmness amazed him, rising so boldly off her chest. How could he have missed those amazing boobies for the last two years? She twisted him firmly to recline with his hips near her face, and his own head near her Choot.
She began edging her knee up, revealing the cleft of pink flesh between the folds of her Choot. He couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous, puffy mound as it opened to his gaze, even as his hands kept kneading her titties. She rolled nearer to him, and he felt her hand wrap around his jumping lunD. "Vinod. Chato na meri Choot, apni juban se daikho kitni gili hai meri choot , lo ab main tumhara Mota lunD kha rahee hooooo."
He felt warm breath on the sensitive head of his throbing lunD, and then the warm, wet pair of lips surround it. Her head was just at the water's surface as she slowly drew more and more into her mouth as his gaping face stared with fascinated anticipation. She took it all in smoothly, and he groaned with the complete enclosure of his lunD inside her hungry mouth. He felt her swallow, twitching at the head, and jumped with pleasure. Equally slowly, she let it leave her mouth.
"aao jan iss Randi ki choot chato naaa." Reluctantly, his eyes left their view of this vixen with his member hanging at her mouth, and he buried his face in her crotch. There was already moisture there, and he could smell a heady, musky odor of her cream. It was intoxicating. His tongue flicked out to the top of her hairy crease, and he felt her hips jump slightly as he butterflyed at her stiff little button. And it did taste marvelous.
He felt her take his lunD into her throat again, and the vacuum she was making. He was giddy with the sensual excitement of this warm, wet jungle embrace. He started to slavishly lick and suck at her Choot lips trying to enter her tunnel and hit the clitty. Her mouth was pistoning nicely on his lunD, sending thrills back to his balls, and into his groin. He heard a muffled groan, and realized it was his own. Her top leg was thrown over his shoulder now, and his tongue could get two inches into her Choot easily. His own hips started pumping at her thrusting mouth.
He felt her hands moving over him, spreading water on his legs, his stomach, his chest, although she never stopped her mouth's firm fucking on his lunD. He reached behind her to her gaanD cheek, squeezing it, marveling at the feel of her wet flesh. He tried to keep eating at her Choot, but was starting to feel spasmodic tingling in his lunD. His mind was whirling and out of control. He could sense the pressure building in his balls. Through the roaring in his head, he heard her soft, seductive voice.
"Mmmm, bas jann aab tum ne apni Randi Choot main aag lag gai hai aao Meri Choot ki bhook apne Moote lunD se mita do, kia tumhara mun nahi kar reha iss Randi ko chodne ko apna lunD iss Garam chikni choot ki gehrai main dalne ko Apni Jawani ka Rus meri Choot ki gehrai main behrne ko aao meri choot ko bhar do aao." She crawled out of the stream, pulling him with her. Her ggressive sexuality amazed the small part of his brain still outside the haze of surging desire boiling there. He was ready to do anything to get off with this suddenly exciting woman.
She pushed him down to the floor of matted leaves, and crouched over him, straddling his hips. "tum ne mujhe kiss nahi kia umm, Vinod. Tumhara lunD abhi mere munh main tha abb tumhari juban mere munh main doo." He saw her lovely face leaning down to him, getting closer and closer. Her breasts were cushioned on his chest as she whispered
"bas aise hi reho maja lo mere apni iss Randi ke Jisam ka." Her lips touched his softly, and he soared with desire. He felt her tongue tickle gently around his mouth, and every contact launched tingles of pleasure. He was gasping, and she lifted away, a smile of erotic conquest on her face. He had never felt so drawn to any woman.
Then she crushed her mouth to his, her tongue lancing deep into his sucking throat, and a surge of sensation rattled his fevered mind. For as she kissed him passionately, her hand was moving his Lundhead firmly up and down her Chikni gili Choot.My god, she was raping him, and he loved it. He could feel the sensitive skin of his lunD touching her clitty, surrounded by her labia, then back to the clit again. Each time, he felt lubrication, and the movement was oily and smooth. He was wildly dueling with her tongue, and his hands rested on her hips. He pulled his face away, and groaned,
"oh, Nisha, Andar daloo naaa uff jaldi jaldiii plzzzzzzzz." She grinned that evil, sexy way as she let just the head enter her. Her eyes were locked to his as she straightened, watching him moan with his need. Her titties were undulating gently, and she closed her eyes.
"Tiyar ho jao Tum ne zindgai main aisi Chudai kabhi nahi kii ho gi ,,Sari jindagi yeh maja yaad rakho gayiss Randi ki Choot tum ka aaj soorag ka Maja de gi." She began to sink gently on his hard throbing lunD and he almost screamed as his jumping lunD eased into her Choot hole.He felt her puffy Chootlips press into his pubic hair as she fully enclosed him inside her. His hands reached up to her boobs, squeezing them, and she covered them with her own, pulling his grip even tighter. She helped him maul and knead at her flesh as she began to rise.
" daikho Randi ki Choot kitni Kasii ki tight hai na !!! daikho kaise kha rahee hai Tera lunD ummmm" She hissed in Passaion. Just as he thought she would leave, she sunk back down, supporting her fucking Choot with her knees beside his hips. "Mmmmm, Jaan tumhara lunD kitna Garam kitna Motaa ummm ufff maaaaaa oieeee meri choot main kitna deep ufff,,, abb tum mere ho mera jisam tumhara hai aab jab chaho jahan chaho mere jisam ke har part ka maza le sakte ho , mera Munh meri Choot meri gaanD mera har Soorakh tumhare liye hai , abb lo apni Randii ki kasi choot ka maza."
She started rising and falling in a slow rhythm, grunting quietly each time the point of her pubic bone hit the base of his lunD, punching her clit. As she pulled up, he could feel her rubbing it against the top of his lunD, and she seemed to be creaming constantly, making his pistoning inside her smooth and easy. He could hear himself groaning, as though from a distance. He strained up to her each time she sunk sensuously onto him, and the stimulation was powerful and wild. He felt her lean into the pressure of his hands on her succulent globes.
The intensity of her fucking began to increase, both the speed and the force. He felt himself rising toward red hot pleasure, when suddenly she pulled his hands away from her tits and pinned his wrists on the ground. "Suckle my titties, Vinod. Lick them, taste them. Aren't they nice?" He felt a nipple graze his mouth, and his tongue leaped out to flick at the tip, and then the flesh pressed into his lips, and he sucked violently. She groaned with enjoyment.
She let him eat at one of the big mounds for a time, then twisted the other to his hungry lips. Still the pace of her hips fucking his jumping lunD speeded up, and fire was raging in his groin, pressure building in his rampaging lunD. He was lost in her body, his mind dull as passion overcame any rational surprise at Nisha's sensuality. She seemed to sense his abandonment of his soul to her, and began even more frantic humps on his lunD, whispering "haan chodo mujhe bhar do meri choot apne lunD ke Rus se Bahrrrr doooo lay. Le ,,, layyy!!!!!layy layy uffff maaa!!!."
His hips lurched up into each of her thrusts, and became spasmodic, as the need for release bloomed in his lunD. She was urging him on, murmuring "ohhhh aa haan haan urggg maaaaaa teraaa Lundddddd arggggg" in the same rhythm as her fucking. He surrendered to the roaring power of her Choot, and felt an orgasm begin unlike any in his life. Flushes blossomed all over his body. Stinging pleasure erupted in his lunD, and he felt a torrent rise from his balls and burst out of his Burning lunD.
"Aaaagh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." His first shot exploded, and he felt a new kind of heat and wetness around his lunD inside her. He was frozen with his hips pushing up to full penetration. Then she pushed him back down, and he felt another massive jolt of climax, accompanied by another shot of his spunk. More heat, more liquid. And something else, a weakening, a sense of his vitality transferring to her, sucked from him like his sperm. He humped again, and another jet fired out. He opened his eyes, and found her staring at him, a funny look of surprise, elation, and triumph lighting her face, the most erotic and attractive expression he had ever experienced.
In his mind, she became all he could ever want, the ultimate woman, the perfect Rundi. He relaxed as he felt her twitching Choot nipping at the base of his lunD, her own orgasm causing contraction around him. Her body was arched as she moaned with guttural growls of completion. God, she was gorgeous. He blanked out, and surfaced to find her nestled to him, her wet Choot against his hip, her lips crooning in his ear softly.
"Vinod, Meri Jan maja aya Chudai ka umm Mmmmmm." Her hand was moving over his groin, down to his softened lunD, and he could still smell her musky Choot perfume. He felt her lips sucking at his ear. Wonder filled hi
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