Nalini feared for her blouse and indeed, for her readiness. And the only reason she had got ready a lot earlier was to spend some time with Sunil. Otherwise, her husband would be home any time now to pick her up to go to the reception. He being an academic type did not plan on dressing up and had said he would call from the car outside.
At the same time, the student’s roughness with her, the memory of his cock and its extra tight fit inside her cunt made her slippery with fluids. This boy was a problem. He aroused her in no time at all. She had never wanted to fuck anyone else than the professor; only to play. Her mind told her that now that she allowed him to fuck her once, perhaps a second time did not matter. ‘No one else, ever” she told herself firmly, forgetting that Sunil was already planned to be ‘in’.
“Wait,” she commanded him. “There is a way to do this.” She thought of that fantastic scene she had seen between Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson. Jack forces himself on Jessica and she gives in to her lust. Wild sex results. She had wanted that for herself from the day she saw that movie. To throw everything around. To clear space. To mount her lover. To have him fuck up into her. To fuck herself down on him. And to cum in wild throes like Jessica did on screen. What a scene! What a movie! Now she had her chance. But she had to manage her saree and time.
She knew from the previous fucking that her own cumming and then his release would ruin the saree. She told him to stand where he was and not move an inch from there. She went and got towels. She then looked at the student, seriousness in her eyes.
“You will do exactly as I say if you want to get what you want,” she said firmly. “Now,” she instructed him. “Come behind me.” She turned towards the computer and kneeled on the bed. She was facing the camera and Sunil. She looked at Sunil, her face taut with the tension of her own desire. She wanted the pleasure but she also wanted done in time.
Sunil knew what was coming. She was going to break her promise to him that she would do some of the exotic sexual stuff only with Sunil.
The student came close and stood behind Nalini. Already, her heels were on either side of his legs. But he was the novice. The novice did not know that the professor’s wife was also trying this for the first time.
He placed his hands on her hips. She reached behind to grab his wrists. Holding his hands she reached below and gathered the hem of the saree and petticoat within. She brought his hands to the sides of her legs near the knee. She caressed herself using his hand as the medium. The roughness of his hands suggested a student who was not the pen and paper variety. The physique and build of a wrestler was matched by the coarseness of hand.
The coarseness served to caress her well. She shivered. Her face turned half back and she told him, “We cannot afford to mess up by readiness or dressing. ‘Sir’ will be coming soon to pick me up.”
“Now, you have to mount me from behind,” she said. The student looked down. Their hands, his held in hers, had lifted up her garments to bare her ass. She was as full behind, as rounded and as luscious as were her breasts. Except that the student-wrestler’s hunger was raw sex was yet to be slaked for him to pay attention to her lovely, curvaceous body and all its possibilities. But as a trained amateur wrestler he noted the taut muscles of her buttocks. He reached and gripped the orbs.
She dropped forward, on all fours as Sunil had tutored her. She then took care to bring forward her saree so that the lower part of her body was really bare. In the process her saree top had also fallen to the bed and her blouse had to carry the weight of her breasts. They sagged enough to give Sunil a full view of her glorious slopes. Except that the angle reduced the total illumination of the insides. Her nipples could have been seen had there been light.
“Are you ready?” she looked over her shoulder only to find that the student was still in his clothes. “Come on!” she said irritably. “Fuck me!” she said. She knew that was the shortest way to get him to undress.
He heard the ‘f’ word and had removed his clothes in a jiffy. Streaky fluids and the heavy cock swung like the formidable weapon it was.
“You have to find my … cunt,” she explained. She felt a bit impatient. There was hardly time for instruction given the urgency of the time constraint. His cock nudged her asscheeks smearing her with his precum. She sighed. She would have to find a way to prevent her saree from staining.
But the thickness and size brought focus to her mind. She wanted him in and quickly. Her pussy was soppy wet and ready in anticipation of the pleasure it was to receive. She spread her legs. She made space for him.
“Get in between my legs with your cock,” she hissed, looking back and then looking down, trying to get a sense of what was happening. She felt the broad cock between her legs, parallel to her cunt. Her juices smeared his cock but the desire-crazed youngster had no idea. Till he felt the tightness of her cunt nothing made sense to him. In the narrow passage between her legs, he felt pressure on either side of his cock he felt the urge to fuck. He thrust and felt good, groaning from the massaging of his cock.
“Wait, wait,” she stopped him. Reaching under and back she held his cock, which was barely within control of her two fingers. She managed to bring the head to her entrance. Triumphantly she announced, “Now! Fuck!”
The student thrust. It was a partial success. Success because the cock found its mark and nosed the pussy open. The success was only partial because of the sheer thickness of the cock. It needed more thrust to penetrate. More force was needed for the cock to spread apart the walls of her cunt.
“Push,” she urged him.
He held her hips and thrust. He winced as the cunt resisted and the skin pushed back – it hurt. He pulled back and the precum and juices soaked the head. He had a better chance with the next thrust, penetrating deeper. He loved the tightness! The wetness! The grip and the warmth combined to give him intense pleasure.
Her pinched waist gave him the opportunity to hold her better in his large hands and the broad hip and ass provided him a warm, bubbling receptacle for him to sink into.
And then, at the depth of the fuck his skin pulled back fully. The head reared up to its full bulbous size. And this happened deep in her womb. Her eyes had been shut all through. She was hunched down, concentrating on the progress of the marauding cock. His thrusting was merciless. She wanted nothing less from him. It had been less than half-a-dozen thrusts, each going deeper than the last. She felt her juices pour out as an outcome of the wide stretching.
When the cock swelled deep into the womb, she gasped. She felt him touch everywhere. There seemed no vacant space within. Instinctively she felt her lower tummy and held it like a pouch, imagining the mass of invading flesh within her. She felt full.
And then came the slamming. It raked her cunt and in spite of the copious fluids from the pussy walls and from him she felt raw. The pleasure was immense and thrusting her ass up and back, Nalini placed the top of her hand in interlocked fingers. It steadied her to take the onslaught. Without that, she could not have stayed kneeling, so strong was his thrusting; she might well have flattened down on the bed.
As her ass thrust up, the cock touched her clit. She did not need her thumb to keep her clit in the line of thrust. His natural trajectory and her angle were perfect. His cock left no space in any case. And then the rubbing all along the upper wall, the roof of her cunt touched every extra sensitive spot.
She gushed spontaneously and then reaching forward she grabbed pillows to prop herself better. She also wanted to fuck back. But she felt like a bitch. A dog is what Sunil had said. But she was female and she felt like a bitch on heat and she was being fucked just so. Her breasts, hanging as they were, jiggled furiously with each thrust.
Saliva dripped from Nalini’s open jaws as she felt herself to jelly from the relentless fucking. The angle was brilliant and the fullness was a godsend. And finally, the young man’s natural staying power provided her every iota of pleasure she needed.
The fullness of her breasts and her instructions to her tailor put her blouse under stress anyway. On top of that, when on all fours, the weight of the breasts put it under further strain. And then the storm of his fucking… the string at the back was not up to the task.
The blouse fell open and the breasts were now in the open. In dismay but in no position to control events, Nalini watched, her jaw open, saliva still dripping, as her breasts fell open. They were now brilliantly illuminated, light and shade merely accentuated the lovely breasts. Her nipples were now all for Sunil to see. They ached and she wanted them pinched.
She wanted every part of her body attended to. Lips, hands, mouth, cock, nose, tongue – whatever. On her hips, cunt, lips, breasts, nipples, stomach – everywhere. If it took one man or several men – how many ever. She just wanted; wanted it all.
She whimpered and sobbed as pleasured coursed through her body. The whimpering was pleasure. The sobbing was partially from the unfulfilled need for everything, everywhere. The saliva was a lack of control. Her eyes were half lidded with lust and she looked at Sunil, helpless and wanting.
The student found himself wild in excitement at the flare of hips into which he was fucking. He dug his nails in and caressed and lightly slapped the ass.
