Stepping closer to Kishen, she began rocking the crib with one hand, and started humming melodies to sleep the baby. Wiping off her baby's saliva from her left nipple with the other hand, she watched as Kishen's eyes shuttle helplessly between her eyes and tits. As her hums echoed in the silence of the room she gently extended her hand towards Kishen's face. He could no longer conceal his heavy breathing.
Neethu's hand cupped his cheeks; her fingers caressed his lips, eyebrows and earlobes, sending tinglings down his spine. She freed the other breast, leaned forward and brought her breasts closer to Kishen's face.
"Your wait ends here," she whispered.
Needless to say, Kishen took the plunge. He thrust his lips on her nipple so abruptly that she was nearly shaken and almost jerked the cradle. She had to push his head back to be tell him to be gentle.
Not seeming to acknowledge her request in entirety, Kishen began sucking on her nipple and running his face all over he left breast while one of his hands fondled the other. Eyes closed, she began humming and moaning, and moaning and humming. She never stopped rocking the crib with her other hand until the baby was fast asleep.
"Take it slow Kish, you are in a bit of a haste. Its all natural for first-timers, and its beautiful to feel. But try to take it slow," she whispered.
Kishen paused, leaned back on the chair and began unzipping his pants.
"Strip fully," ordered Neethu as she got rid of her nightie in a single swing of her hand.
The glory of her nudity beamed before Kishen. He stood up, removed his shirt, pants and inner in record time. Neethu was visibly amused. She grabbed his leaking tool and stroked it a few times.
Kishen was etching the moments in his mind. His time had finally come. It was the first time his tool was being stroked by a female and that too by a soul he often fantasized about.
Holding Kishen by his throbbing dick, Neethu walked him out of her room so as to not risk waking up the baby in anyway. She pulled him by his tool to Usha's bedroom, which made him all the more aroused.
Neethu positioned Kishen near the edge the bed--at the same spot where a few weeks back his mother had her pussy licked by his dad and Usha.
Kneeling in front of him, and holding his hands with hers, Neethu moistened her lips with her tongue and cupped his dick. She began blowing him, while staring at him to measure his arousal and reaction. The warmth and the moistness of Neethu's mouth working magic on Kishen's tool 'loosened' him in entirety.
The creaking sound of the bed echoed in the room as Kishen sat on the bed. Standing while being sucked on appeared to be to effortful for Kishen. Neethu pushed his chest with one hand, gesturing him to lay on his back as she continued to blow him.
Shifting to a squatting position from kneeling on the floor, Neethu made Kishen move further back on the bed so as to have him spread his legs on the bed. Stroking his tool, she started sucking on his balls, and went on to orally fondle the sweaty sensitive area between his hole and balls.
Kishen remembered how Tariq had told about Hema aunty running her tongue all the way from his asshole to dick tip. He was hesitant to ask Neethu to do the same. In contrast, he didn't feel the need to ask her to do anything as she appeared to know very well what she is doing.
There was no way Neethu was going to make any less of her opportunity to make out with her Kish. In a way, the origin of their sexual encounter goes all the way to that incident in their childhood which she fondly remembered. The memory flashed before her mind as she fingered herself while orally pleasuring Kishen.
Without taking her hand off Kishen's tool, Neethu got on the bed, and reached for a pillow with the other arm. Helping Kishen place the pillow below his neck, she positioned her pussy right above his face. Kishen watched her smooth thighs arching over his head.
"Welcome your first 69, Kish," said Neethu as she began blowing him.
Kishen took a moment to bask at the beauty of her semi-shaved pussy in closeup. He had already known how it smelt through her panties he used to steal. All he had to do is feel the feel he imagined he'd feel. Lifting his head, he rubbed his nose and pouted at the moist crack.
At that point Neethu stopped blowing him, lifted her chest form his abdomen, and supported herself with her elbows. She stooped to look at Kishen and their eyes met through the length of their upper bodies that ran parallel and opposite to one another. They exchanged a naughty smile of indulgence. They felt like kids again, picking up from where they were interrupted at the fire exit, years ago.
Taking initiative for the first time, Kishen pulled Neethu's hips onto to his face, making her sit up-straight. Going all-in with eyes shut tight like any first-timer, Kishen licked and tongue-fucked her. It didn't seem to matter to him how he felt doing the deed. Noticing that Kishen was rushing it just like he had probably learned from porn, Neethu lifter her hips from his face to stop him.
"Don't rush it Kish. Feel how it tastes. It will not be what you'd expect. Accept it anyway if you think you can take it," said Neethu. She tenderly placed her hips back on his face and leaned forward to blow him.
That was when Kishen began taking it slow by becoming more aware and involved in the indulgence. Guided by her moans and twitches, his lips and tongue explored the varying smoothness and coarseness of Neethu's privates.
After a good while of mutual oral indulgence, Kishen had Neethu on all fours in doggy style. He examined her asshole and pussy-bottom like a monkey being given a new fruit. Like a horny doggo registering the smell of newly-met female canine, he impulsively placed his nose at her butthole and took a long slow sniff,
"I'm not prepped for anything anal at the moment, Kish. Lets stay away from there," said Neethu, turning toward him.
She guided Kishen in fingering and lubricating her pussy with his saliva. With her face and chest on the bed, and ass-cheeks spread with both hands, she invited Kishen to fuck her.
"Here we go," Kishen thought to himself as he docked his tool in her. Building speed and getting the hang of mildly-paced pleasurable thrusting, he suddenly slid his dick out just as he was about to cum. He simply couldn't risk cumming soon and losing the arousal. To Neethu's surprise, he flipped her over, made her lie on her back and ran his tongue from Neethu's buttonhole to the clit and back. He was drawing inspiration from what Tariq told him.
"I see what your trying to do Kish, but its more pleasurable for the men than the women. Its our vaginal and clit areas that are much more sensitive. Run your tongue in, through and around it. Also, spread my pussy lips, and try drawing the alphabets with your tongue."
Kishen did exactly as Neethu ordered and ferried her to orgasm. He savored her squirt as it leaked, and kept licking until her shivering hands shad to stop him. Stroking his tool, he watched her come back to her senses from the shivering heights of orgasm. As much as he'd seen orgasms in porn, it all fell surreal to witness in real time.
"Water?" Neethu asked looking at him.
"Uh...no." he responded.
Neethu got up from the bed, went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of cold water.
"You'll need it later, especially after you've done more of the real deal," she said as she approached the bed smiling, and tossed the bottle into a corner on the bed.
Neethu knew that as a first-time her Kishen is an observer even while in action. Like a patient tour guide, she acquainted him with moves he's known only through porn.
Kishen, on the other hand, was getting a lot of reality checks. He realized how tit-fucking isn't as pleasurable as it is shown in porn. He came to know how the knees can ache while pumping in missionary, and how the calves are strained in doggy style. Those inconveniences inadvertently stopped him from cumming too fast. But he was visibly getting conscious about not being able to thrust for longer periods.
Assuring Kishen that he would get better with practice, Neethu did a wonderful job of prolonging the indulgence by switching through positions, and by weaving in kisses, cuddles, and fondlings amids their intercourse. She eventually built Kishen up to his final orgasm, and made him cum explosively at her. But alas! There wasn't much 'substance' so to speak. Kishen looked embarrassed.
"No need to be embarrassed. Stop masturbating too much. Besides, sex is almost always worth the wait," said Neethu as she scooped his cum off her face with her fingers and licked them clean.
As they lay in bed post a wonderful session, Neethu told Kishen that she intended to have sex with him for a long time, and that being able to take his virginity was a like a jackpot win.
"Why so?" he asked.
"Just like that. I have known you through childhood and my adolescence. I don't know if you remember the day we showed each other our privates and began feeling them before Manoj sir caught us and scolded." she asked.
"Yes I do remember it vividly. Wait till the old man finds out we fucked," Kishen said laughing.
Neethu laughed along.
"When was your first time? If you don't mind me asking." asked Kishen, kissing her cheeks.
