Dimple's strong grasp had Anjali's hands pinioned, her arms encircling Anjali's hips and holding her down against the bed, while she licked and sucked and stroked and flickered... The orgasms started very quietly, slow gentle waves of pleasure rolling through Anjali, until Dimple let go of one hand and suddenly plunged her fingers into her pussy, causing her to gasp, to buck, to cry out as the real orgasm hit Anjali like a tidal wave. Anjali screamed with the release, barely hearing the noise over the pounding of her pulse in her ears, and her vision started to tunnel down, greyness blacking out the edges of her vision. Anjali closed her eyes and lost herself in the experience. The orgasm kept hitting, stronger and stronger and each moment Anjali was amazed as the strength of it increased. Her legs were trembling, she could feel her hips moving involuntarily, restrained from out-and-out bucking by the grasp of Dimple's arm around her.
Then Dimple took her fingers out of Anjali's pulsing cunt, just for a moment, before sinking her thumb back into Anjali... but now her wet, slippery fingers were teasing Anjali's asshole, playing with the tight rosebud there, until she slipped first one, then two digits inside. Anjali had never felt anything like the sensations that shot through her now. Dimple was lashing Anjali's clit with her experienced tongue, her thumb and fingers were pumping in and out of Anjali, simultaneously piercing both ass and cunt, and Anjali continued to come, continued to scream, She couldn't take anymore. She couldn't sustain this level of stimulation... "oh my god! I can't take it, oh no, no, oh god!," Anjali was screaming.
Dimple was now kissing and softly licking Anjali's clit, no longer directly on the exposed head, her fingers inside Anjali still, but motionless. Anjali could feel her muscles clench upon Dimple's fingers as occasionally small waves of pleasure would ripple through her, aftershocks after earthquake, the tide behind the tsunami.
Dimple slowly pulled herself up and lay on top Anjali's body, her long legs twining with Anjali's. Anjali kissed her, putting all her heart and soul into it, the taste of her own juices reminding her of the amazing feelings that she had just experienced, and causing weak aftershocks of orgasm. Dimple shifted so that one of her legs was between anjali's, applying firm pressure against her clit. Anjali couldn't keep her hips still, even though she was still trembling with the exhaustion of the tremendous series of orgasms that she had just had. Each slow thrust of Dimple's hip against her cunt evoked an answering orgasm, and this continued for several minutes as they kissed long and passionately. Anjali couldn't believe, even now, that this wonderful, lovely celebrity was making love to her.
Anjali's hands were wandering up underneath the T-shirt Dimple had on, stroking along her sides, running softly down her back. She hugged her fiercely. As Dimple returned her hug with equal strength, With a gentle motion, Anjali urged her onto her back beside Anjali and started kissing at her navel and worked her way slowly up her ribs. A little sly and playful nibble there proved that she, too was ticklish. Anjali's lips continued their peregrination upwards, finally finding the warm, soft swelling of her breast. Anjali tugged Dimple's shirt up over her breasts, and Dimple helped her pull it off over her head. The creamy white skin, the pale pink of her nipples stood out against her creamy skin. Anjali just sat, propped up on one elbow, and looked for a moment, enjoying the perfect curve of the breast, watching her hardened nipples and was wondering how she maintained such a sexy figure even in this age. Even today, young boys get painful hard ons just looking at her sexy face and slim well maintained body.
Anjali couldn't wait very long however, before lowering her lips to suck one hardened nipple into her mouth, sucking, nibbling, running her tongue in slow circles around the hard peak, flickering across the nipple. Her left hand strayed over to Dimple's other breast, and stroked the underside of its soft swelling curve, thumb teasing the hardened pink nipple. Dimple had one arm around Anjali's shoulders, stroking her hair with the other, pressing her head to her own breasts to indicate that Anjali should suck harder. As Anjali complied, she gasped quietly, then let out a low moan as Anjali's left hand found its way to her panties, and began investigating the path within. Anjali slid her hand inside the thin cloth, and slipped first one side and then the other down past her hips, exposing Dimple's loins to her questing fingers. Dimple's hand had left her hair, and she was trying without much success to free herself of the minimal confinement of her panties. Regretfully, Anjali left the nipple that she had been suckling, sitting up to help Dimple finish removing them.
"My god! You are gorgeous!," she let out a cry. The curly pubic hair was gleaming, droplets of moisture catching little sparks of light, like diamonds glittering in a net of spun gold. A shiver took Anjali then as she looked at her, her own arousal mounting high again. Kneeling between her legs, Anjali kissed softly from her instep to her ankle, up her leg, meeting the soft flesh of her inner thigh with her lips, evoking answering shivers from her. Anjali was teasing, delaying the final homage of her lips while reeling in the heady scent of Dimple like a bee in an orchard. Finally her kisses found their way to their destination. Anjali spread Dimple's folds to expose her wetness, and very slowly lowered her lips to suckle the nectar at the center of her flower.
Dimple let loose a deep contralto moan, one that seemed to reverberate in Anjali's very bones with its heavy load of sensuous arousal as Anjali ran her tongue tip from her opening to the small protrusion of her hooded clit. Anjali sank against her, kissing her open-mouthed, exactly the same sort of kiss that Anjali would have delivered mouth-to-mouth, her tongue twining about and teasing Dimple's clitoris with feather-light stokes. Anjali could feel the trembling tension in her long legs which she had wrapped around Anjali. Dimple's hands stroked her hair, gradually stilling, then suddenly seizing her firmly to guide her tongue all the better. Dimple urged her on, the pressure of her hands encouraging Anjali to flicker her tongue more firmly and quickly across her swollen clit. Anjali could feel the goosebumps rising down her spine as her own arousal edged up a notch with hers. Dimple was starting to gasp and make little mewling sounds now, and Anjali kept well in rhythm with Dimple's cries as she lashed her clit with her tongue.
Anjali removed her fingers from Dimple's cunt, causing a wordless cry of dismay from Dimple, but immediately set her other hand to the task of stroking Dimple's pussy. Meanwhile, the fingers of Anjali's right hand were now thoroughly wet, and taking a leaf from this beautiful celebrity's own book, Anjali began to tease Dimple's asshole with her slippery fingers, finally sliding a wet finger deep inside the tight opening. Now she began bucking Dimple's hips wildly, driving her cunt against her own mouth, Dimple's hands tight in her hair, thrusting hard to impale herself upon the fingers which pierced her front and back. Anjali had all she could do to keep licking Dimple's hot cunt, fucking her ass and pussy with both hands, and remember to occasionally breathe as well. Anjali couldn't control her own aroused reaction, and she was driving her own hips into the mattress in time with her thrusts as well.
Suddenly, Dimple let loose with a banshee cry, stiffening a moment and holding Anjali's head tightly against her. Anjali never let up on her engorged clit, licking and flicking her tongue over it as fast as she could. The trembling of dimple's legs was like a tightly strung bowstring, quivering with tension, and Anjali was amazed to feel the rhythmic contractions of her orgasms quite clearly via the finger in her ass and the wonder and sense of power pushed Anjali over the edge into an orgasm of her own.
Anjali continued to lick Dimple's clit until Dimple could unknot her fingers from Ajali's hair, and pull her up to lay above Dimple, holding her as Dimple shook with reaction. Dimple said nothing yet, just kissed Anjali's neck softly where she had buried her face in the angle of Anjali's shoulder. Anjali clung to her as well, thinking that she had certainly died and gone to heaven.
