"Ab Chodo Mujhe" Now Fuck Me!
In that dream with Selma, that was the last words he had heard. Her tingling voice, drunk with his semen, her panting whisper had been "Ab chodo muhje." Fuck me now.
He had had that dreams a few times since, with little variations. A couple of times even as he pleasured her with his tongue, making her squirm and scream and even cum on her lovely round tits and massaged his cum on them later. He had not, however, ever entered that beautiful flower cunt. Drunk its nectar but never tasted its depth and tightness. Not even in a dream.
Then one day...
It had become their habits to visit each other every two weeks, sometimes they came down, Selma and Albert, sometime Kyle and Shannon went to their house. Now that the kids were all gone and grown up made things easier.
One day he was sitting on the swing outside, the breeze was pleasant and having a smoke when Selma came and sat by him. As always the close proximity sent a little blood rush to his cock. At this closeness, he could even smell her, the pheromones she was emitting was catchy.
"Shannon tells me you have been having dreams about me. That you have a little crush on me?" There was a cheeky, seductive smile on her lips. That made his cock grow harder and stir.
Shannon, he thought, was blabbing, he would have to punish her and take her ass tonight. Her eyes went down to his crotch, the shorts were not doing a good job of hiding his hard on, her eyes stayed there for a while and then looked up at his face, her nostrils flared a little as she took a sharp breath. He would bet his last dollar that she was getting aroused too, that her pussy was getting wet.
"A little crush, Selma? I have a huge crush on you." His throat was getting parched, he wanted to lean and kiss her, deep and wet kiss.
"Huge?" Her hand gently fell on his crotch and she caressed the hardness. "As huge as this?"
He smiled back. "Tonight when I plunge it into Shannon, I will be calling her Selma and imagining it is you there."
"Why imagine?"
"Cause I won't have the original in bed."
"I will come again next week, you make the arrangements, where and when and then you won't have to imagine."
"It is a deal then. I will WhatsApp you."
She gave a squeeze on his cock and began to get up. She took her wrist and held her back.
"Seal the deal with your lips."
She laughed a short cackle. Looked around and seeing that there was nobody there. Her husband was in the bathroom, the others were i the kitchen, the sun had gone down, she leaned and kissed him. Her warm wet mouth took his in a promising kiss.
He still held her wrist as she broke away.
"Now what?" She panted in a whisper.
"That was just a kiss, not a seal." There was a cheeky grin on his face. His eye brow raised he nodded to his crotch.
"What do you...?" She began to say and then got the gist. "You are incorrigible."
His grip on her wrist got stronger.
Her eyes went wide and she asked incredulously.
"You serious?"
He just grinned.
Her hand snaked into his Bermudas, her palm grabbed his cock, thick and engorged, throbbing and as she touched it she closed her eyes and drew a long deep breath, her chest pushed out a little. She slid back on the swing and in a swift motion bent forward, her other hand pushed his Bermuda down and she took the head of his cock in her mouth. She moaned. It was a loud, passionate, guttural moan of a woman aroused. Then her tongue massaged the underside of his cock and instead of moving out she slid the cock deeper in her throat, she moaned again and she withdrew and slid all the way in again.
Then as quickly she rose, the hand pulled back the Bermudas and her hand left his cock. He felt a pang as he felt the touch depart.
"Next time I want to drink the juice."
She got up and left. He sat there till his cock became flaccid. He went looking for his wife.
Many messages were exchanged. Shannon had a part in the arrangements, she did the booking of a very upscale hotel in the suburbs, she shaved his crotch and he drove to the resort.
He saw her driving in just ahead of her. He honked at her and they both parked next to each other. She looked different. She looked younger than her fifty years and not in her usual conservative attire. She wore a floral yellow and white frock that reached her knees, slight heels and her hair was tied behind her. She had put some effort into her makeup, her lips were dark pink, her eyes shadowed and she looked pretty. He took her bag and slung it around his shoulder, while his own he carried in his hand and they hurried out of the three o clock sun into the cool expanse of the lobby. He gave his booking number and in matter of minutes he was holding the keys to the fifth floor room. As they entered the room, he dropped his bags on the floor and held her arms.
They had not said a word since they met.
"You look gorgeous." He said. Then their lips sought each other. The kiss was hurried, hungry, and desirous. The kiss did not care about the place, they were safely ensconced in a room of their own, and she had flung her arms around him, he put his hands on her ass, his mind registering how tight and firm her ass was as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him.
He easily carried her to the large, plush bed and laid her down. The skirt had ridden up and her pale yellow panties were exposed, and he smiled as he saw a patch of wetness on the panties. He loved a woman who dripped, and he hoped two things from her tonight, that she was wetter and she was a screamer. Nothing aroused him more than the loud moans of a woman, nothing drove him more. He hooked his thumbs on either side of the panties and pulled it down. Her pussy was in full view. A triangular patch of jet black hair apart, it was smooth. The wetness showed on her pussy lips, he held back the urge to lap the juice away. He held her feet up in the air, removed her shoes and then began to wet her ankle with his tongue, tracing a wet trail down to her crotch, the husky, womanly fragrance assaulting his senses in a good way, sending more blood rushing to his cock. He jumped over the crotch to the other thigh and traced a trail back to the other ankle. She was moaning, a little frustrated perhaps at his slowness, for she had nearly cum when his tongue reached the upper thigh, anticipating his lips on her pussy.
He stood between her wide spread legs and looked into her eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt. Then his palms caressing her thighs he slid to his knee on the floor by the bed, his tongue lapped the outer labia, up and down several times. She tasted exactly the same as her sister Eva, even better. He licked, his tongue parting the lips apart and his eyes went to her face. She was looking at him, enthralled, shaking, and her lips quivering.
Oh the unbelievable joy of fucking someone for the first time, the animal passions that it arouses.
He did it again, this time the flat of his tongue rested on her clitoris for a jiffy and he felt her shake and more fresh nectar oozed out of her cunt. He began lashing her cunt with his tongue, every now and then circling her clitoris and at last he puckered his lips and sucked the bud in. Her pelvis rose as she came, her moan delicious music to his ears.
His hand had pushed the frock up completely, raising it so her pale yellow bra was exposed. His finger found the clasp in the front and her tits, round and ripe, jiggled. He rose a little and came on top, one hand against the cheek, other holding the tits as he began to suckle at each one of them in turn. Her moans continued.
"Fuck me, please, chodo mujhe." The last two words, right out of his dream, sent a thrill that ended in his cock.
Her panting was desperate. She was far too aroused to waste time on the niceties of foreplay; she wanted his throbbing hard cock inside her, probing her pussy, making her scream in ecstasy. He wanted that too, badly. He stood up, his shorts came off. The boxers were tented with his raging cock. She jumped off her back, seizing the boxers and pulling it down. She held his cock in her soft hands, her nostrils flared and she looked at it for the first time. Licked her lips and her mouth engulfed the head of the cock. She was good, as good as Shannon, as good as Mona had ever been. He groaned. Her head began to bob over and suddenly she released it from the warmth of her mouth and scooted back to the centre of the bed, her legs wide spread, in the air, her pussy lips parted invitingly.
He came to her and resting on his elbows, he found the wet warm entrance. It felt incredibly tight as his cock slithered into her sheath, down to the hilt. He groaned. She moaned a long guttural moan as a new shattering climax began to build in her clitoris, her nipples and spread to the rest of the body.
He began to pump her, slow strokes and shallow strokes, long strokes and faster ones, inter-mingling the deep ones with shallow one. His body hammered against hers, sending the mist of her juice flying into the air. He was close to climax, he withdrew and panting he offered her his cock, she half rose and took his cock back into her mouth, drinking his oozing pre-cum mixed with her juice. She lapped it with her tongue, from his cock, from the balls. The urge to cum passed away and her turned her around. He would not last too long; he wanted to show her how deep he could go in her. He took her from behind, leaning to hold her hair like she was a rein of a horse he was riding, another hand gripping her left tit. He thrust, slow, forceful thrusts, ones that shook her whole body, sent quakes into her insides. The orgasm that had been building steadily suddenly took speed.
Her body began to tingle, her eyes misted and the room began to go dark and spin, her saliva drooled from her open mouth and her breathing became ragged.
Suddenly he flipped her around, she squealed and he his lips latched on to hers, as he thrust back in her and began to make is final descent, she was moaning, panting, gasping, he was grunting and gasping, depriving her of air as he slobbered her mouth and his cock stiffened even more as it prepared to shoot and he exploded, just at the precise moment when she began to cum.
