The following is a true account written by a friend of mine in Calcutta. Read it and enjoy. In a few earlier narratives I have described a couple of erotic sessions with my former girlfriend Roma. Today, I shall describe some extremely satisfying sexual sessions with my present girlfriend Sharmila. Sharmila, 37, a probashi divorcee from New Delhi, is a management executive working for a National News Channel and she is currently on a three year assignment in its Kolkata office. We met first at the house-warming party of Atanu, an old school friend of mine. Sharmila had dropped a hint to Joyita, Atanu’s wife that she was looking for a ‘cool’ relationship with someone with ‘brains’. Joyita had hinted to Sharmila that I could be the one she was looking for. Armed with this knowledge I wooed her during the party and we hit off pretty nicely. She had was wearing a tank-top T-shirt that accentuated her impressive boobs and whenever she bent down one could get tantalizing glimpses of her deep cleavage.
I could see the outlines of her nipples jutting out on her lacy bra. She was also wearing a loose skirt and as I was often sitting in front of her I got some snapshots of her white lacy panties and her fleshy inner thighs. All this skin show gave me a pretty good idea that the lady was ripe to be plucked. While coming back from the party we played footsie in the taxi – we both knew that our bodies were inflamed with passion but somehow both felt inhabited and nothing happened. Needless to say, when I returned home I jerked off in my room thinking of Sharmila’s full breasts and wide hips how pleasurable would be fondle them and make her scream in delight with love-nips on her long fleshy nipples. Next Sunday, Sharmila invited me for lunch to her apartment. She told me that she had asked Joyita and Atanu also but due to some complications with Joyita’s mum’s health they would not be able to make it to the party. I knew this was lie as I had spoken to Atanu pretty late the previous night and he had not mentioned any such problems. I understood Sharmila was trying to create an alibi but I played along and told her that I would be at her place around one in the afternoon.
I reached her place and rang the bell which chimed softly. Sharmila, opened the door, she was wearing a white cotton sarong and a t-shirt that fitted her pretty snugly thus accentuating her large round boobs. I entered her apartment; her drawing room was tastefully decorated with cane and bamboo furniture. I settled down on the sofa and Sharmila sat down beside me in a bamboo easy chair. I handed her the bouquet of flowers I had bought for her and she was genuinely pleased. As she bent down to keep the bouquet on the side table her cleavage got exposed through the open buttons of the t-shirt and I observed that she was not wearing a brassiere. I liked what I saw, her breasts were firm and even without the bindings of a brassiere they did not sag. I visualized my self sucking those large melons; our eyes met, she smiled and I realized the game of seduction was on. Sharmila said that she had ordered a lunch of pizza, salad and deserts from the local Dominoe’s joint as she felt too lazy to cook on Sundays her only full holiday in the week – she really had a hectic schedule in her office. Sharmila brought out a bottle of Smirnoff vodka from her refrigerator and mixed two glasses of vodka with orange juice. We clicked glasses and started sipping the drinks…
Dear reader, by now you must have realized that after a few drinks and chat the inevitable happened. One thing led to another and after the lunch (pizza, salads, ice-creams and of course more Vodka) we started feeling out each other with gentle kisses. Sharmila parted her mouth; our tongues met and played fondled our bodies. Pretty soon Sharmila was out of her t-shirt, thrusting her dangling melons with their large dark-brown areolas and pointed nipples into my hungry mouth. The culmination of the game ended in us screwing in the classic missionary position – I had carried a pack of condoms in anticipation and had slipped them on at an opportune moment. As is generally the case with most first-time sexual encounters, the sex act was a bit hurried, a bit tension filled – we were still strangers emotionally and we still had a lot left to explore our erogenous zones, erotic preferences and fetishes. Our act was a result of sexual hunger and it failed to reach the heights of pleasure. But, as we lay caressing each other playfully after the climax both Sharmila and I recognized that it was a promising beginning. Running my fingers over her I observed that although Sharmila had shaved off the hairs on her armpits her vagina was covered by a layer of thick, furry pubic hair – as she lay on her pink bed sheet with her legs wide open the contrast of her shiny black pubic hair and her milky white skin promised bountiful unknown pleasures. I buried my mouth in her dense jungle , my lips snaked through her soft fur and found her moist opening I parted the lips of heaven and started to caress her moist softness; Sharmila started to tremble with delight the second episode of our sexual odyssey was about to begin.
Since that significant Sunday, Sharmila and I have been making love regularly especially on Sundays. The more we have made love, the more we have learnt about each other’s bodies and secret desires. Sutapa has been a divorcee for the last seven years. In those years she had had liaisons with a couple of New Delhi based males one of whom was a pretty big politician (whose name I shall not reveal for obvious reasons). But, as she told me one day after a round of vigorous sex, both of those affairs had left her sexually unsatisfied. North Indian males she felt, were self-centered macho characters and lack the technique and patience to satisfy their female partners. In me, she felt she had found out somebody who was willing to explore her body fully and provide her with the pleasures of sex she had longed for. Obviously, my own male ego felt immensely inflated hearing this – but in order to carry out the theme further I climbed out of the bed and bended down on my knees at her feet. In a mock humble tone I declared –“O Sultana Sharmila! I am your humble slave. My only wish is to satisfy all your carnal dreams.” Sharmila started to laugh hilariously; she also got up from the bed and stood in front of my prostate form. She put a leg on my chest and gently pushed me back – I got the hint and lay down with my back on the floor carpet. Sharmila placed a foot on my chest and stood naked over me – she pulled of her hair-band and her luxurious hair came cascading down. We were like the replica of the Kali-Shiva idol – the only difference was Sharmila’s has a milky white complexion. Sharmila’s hairy pussy was just over me and from my low angle her boobs looked larger and more bouncy.
Sharmila pinned me down with one foot while with her other she began to fondle my semi-flaccid penis. She caught my dick in the gap between her big toe and the next finger and started to massage my penis with some rough strokes. It was a bit painful but also pretty pleasurable and I could feel that the kink of the dominant posture added to Sharmila’s enjoyment. I played along passively and soon my cock grew big and slipped out of the gap. Sharmila continued her rough massages on my cock; I put my hand on her pussy and began to stroke her mound gently. Sharmila parted her legs and pushed couple of my fingers inside her crack. I felt she was in need of some rough stuff; I explored her cavity and found out her clitoris and began to work on it with vigor. A shiver went through her body and she gave a scream of delight. She lifted her foot off my chest and I got up from the floor while continuing the massage on her clit. Sutapa grabbed my penis again and she out of the blue rolled back my foreskin as far back as possible.
I yelled at the sudden pain but Sharmila laughed and said, “Sultana forbids her slave to cry in pain.” She then pushed me back on the bed and squatted over me with her ass hanging over my face, her hairy cunt just within the reach of my mouth. She bent down and started to lick my dick-head and the ultra-sensitive pink skin that had been exposed when she had pulled back my foreskin. Her nips and licks on my penis were a bit painful and my body quivered in exquisite pleasure each time her flicked my penis-skin. I pushed a couple of fingers inside her cunt, found out her clitoris and again started to rub it energetically. I increased my tempo and Sharmila put my penis inside her mouth taking care that my foreskin remained rolled back. Never had my foreskin been pushed back so much and once it was inside her mouth, her sucking actions on my penis created a sensation of pure bliss. I continued my work on her clitoris; Sharmila moaned in joy and started to grind her cunt over my fingers so that they went further inside her vaginal passage. I pushed in another finger- it was a bit tight at first but after a little push my three fingers fitted snugly inside her. As my fingers worked on her pussy she almost sat on my face, her pubic hairs were on my mouth and I began to lick her at the same time. Sharmila shivered and sucked my dick more vigorously; her salty pussy juices flooded my mouth and I also started to lick her ass-crack which was also covered by soft fur. The moment I started to lick her anus an electric shock ran down her body – I understood I had discovered one of her erogenous spots and I gave more attention to it. I parted her buttocks a bit more, put my face inside and began a rough rim job on her sweaty asshole. She put more pressure on me – we were now in the typical 69 position and I could feel she was immensely enjoying her posture of dominance. Meanwhile, Sharmila’s licks on my penis were having their effect and I almost felt like shooting my load.
I was in the mood to continue longer; I hinted that she should stop her actions – Sharmila got the hint, she let go of my organ, laid down over me and put my organ between her soft large breasts caressed it gently. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her and stroked her clitoris roughly. Sharmila moaned in joy and in a voice choking with pleasure she declared, “Aami tomar shob rosh chushe nebo!” (I shall suck off all your juices). She grabbed my throbbing dick once more and put it inside her mouth. She pressed harder on me, I took my fingers out of her cunt; I parted her pussy lips as wide as possible, buried my face inside her pubis and snaked my lips inside her vagina tickling her sensitive and quivering clitoris while she sucked me with renewed enthusiasm. Soon we were both at the point of climaxing – Sharmila was thrashing on my face pretty wildly and then suddenly her body got tensed for a moment … she let out a small scream and her pussy throbbed violently flooding my mouth with her juices – she quivered in delight and came with a bang. Almost simultaneously my penis couldn’t take it any more; I exploded inside her mouth and I felt as if the last drops of my semen were flooding into her mouth. But Sharmila had no intention to leave my penis as yet; she continued to suck my dick which was beginning to lose its hardness. I understood that she was gulping down my love potion. This realization was a great ego booster for me and I gently kissed her pussy which was hanging over my face. Sharmila’s body was now relaxing and she was now resting on my body. I massaged her pubic mound gently, my fingers playing with her pubic fuzz and gently rubbing her nipples and areolas. My penis lost all its hardness inside her mouth but Sharmila kept on sucking it – it was an exquisite pleasure – my soft penis felt great inside her moist, greedy mouth. We were happy and relaxed and we lay on the bed still in the 69 position caressing each other and murmuring sweet nothings …
Making love in the 69 position with Sharmila vigorously thrusting her hairy pussy over my face has been one of our favorite love-making postures. We’ve introduced little kinks to spice it up. Rolling back the foreskin to its limit is a Sharmila specialty. She confessed, one day, that she had discovered the pleasures it could generate in a man accidentally with while making love with her former husband early in their marriage. She told me her hubby was a not very adventurous at all in matters of sexual games and he never liked it. She was happy that I enjoyed the act a lot and even now when we make love she often rolls the foreskin back and lets her tongue fly over the highly sensitive skin sending tingles of wonderful delight all over my body. One day, she playfully smeared milk-chocolate over my penis and sucked me dry. I inserted the other half of the chocolate bar inside her bushy cunt, using it as a sort of dildo until it turned gooey. Then I licked her inner pussy hard. The combination of sweet chocolate and her salty vaginal secretions tasted like divine nectar; Sharmila – when she sucks my dick is wont to swallow the entire load – also told me she savored the taste of my semen mixed with chocolate and we have named this potent mixture our “Red Bull”- after the Austrian hi-energy drink that is a rage nowadays! Dear reader, I do recommend this kink – in lieu of chocolate you may also use honey – it sure will brighten up your love-making act; you and your partner shall be transported to a world of heavenly delights… (Atanu, my friend, has told me his wife Joyita loves to dip his cock in whisky and then give it a suck. I tried this once with Sharmila. I found that whisky produced a strong burning sensation on my dick-head and did not enjoy it at all.)
At this me point of time let me clarify that I don’t love Sharmila and I believe she doesn’t love me either. It’s true we enjoy each others company, we go to movies together and have intelligent conversation on various topics and issues but amour in the classical, romantic sense of the term is not the operative feeling in our relationship – marriage is the last thing on our minds. Lust – that primordial passion which makes human beings the most unique of all species on the planet – is the key emotion here. I am of the opinion that the term ‘bestial passion’ has no meaning at all! Dear reader, animals copulate for mere procreation, there is no element of pleasure involved in the union of animals. It is only we humans that have the capacity to distinguish between sex as procreation and sex as an act of enjoyment – an act to free our minds from taboos and inhibitions bred by social conditioning. The bond that binds me with Sharmila is carnal lust – a liaison that goes beyond the cock-pussy level and explores our deepest, darkest erotic selves and desires. This perhaps is the impetus that has induced us to experiment with postures, perversions and our physical bodies to the maximum. Sharmila’s mobile phone, which is equipped with a good quality camera, has become our favorite sex-toy. Often, we click pornographic pictures of each other in various stages of undress – sometimes we’ve set the camera on the auto-mode and posed together fondling our private parts. We get enormous kicks in viewing those naked pictures of ours. I love to deck her up in a sari and then make her pose in various erotic stances. She has snapped me pissing and also with a thin green bean stuck up my asshole!
We are yet to perform anal sex and play water sports. Speaking of water sports, one day when Sharmila had climaxed sitting on my face; she lost control and a few drops of her warm and salty piddle had seeped through. I was great joy and lapped her piss eagerly encouraging her to empty her bladder on me – but she had felt quite embarrassed and I did not pursue it further. I’ve fucked her in doggy style, massaging her breasts with heavy strokes and just before climaxing pulled of the condom and poured semen deep into the crevice between her fleshy buttocks. I’ve then licked up the semen and kissed her – we’ve exchanged the mix of semen and saliva between our kisses and slowly lapped up the juice. She has put semen over my nipples and then licked it off giving little nips on my nipples. Sharing my semen and her pussy juice is a grand erotic experience indeed.
I shall conclude this narrative with my Sultana of sex by describing a Sunday lovemaking session which we’ve fondly nicknamed as our ‘phool-shojya’ (Suhaag raat). Once again it was Sharmila who had taken the initiative to conjure up that wonderful session of carnal union. I remember it was a nice cool December afternoon and while walking down to her apartment from the bus-stop I saw a beautiful bouquet of seasonal flowers at the floral boutique just a few yards from her apartment. Knowing her liking for flowers I bought the bouquet. I entered her flat keeping it hidden behind my back and as she closed the door and knelt down, kissed her hand and gave her the bouquet saying, “O Sultana! Grant your slave the honor of showering you with this humble offering.” Sharmila giggled and embraced me giving me a deep kiss. She peeled off the plastic and placed the flowers on a crystal vase. We sat down on the sofa and chatted. After sometime I lit up a fat joint loaded with some good hash. We smoked the joint with relaxed puffs. I picked up a crimson salvia bloom from the vase and gently caressed her lips with it. I ran the flower over her cleavage and she gave me little peck on lips and ran flicked her tongue on my ear. I wanted to give her a deeper kiss but suddenly she pushed me back and got up from the sofa. I was taken aback a bit but before I could react she picked up the flowers from the vase and moved in the direction of her bedroom. I got up to follow but she told me with a hint of a sly grin, “Chhup kore ektu boshe thako. Ami daakle pore tumi e ghore dhuko.” (Sit back and relax! Enter the bedroom only when I call you.). Saying this she closed the bedroom door leaving me all alone in the drawing room. I had no option but to cool off, I switched on the TV, found out a sports channel and watched my favorite soccer team Arsenal play a match against Everton FC.
Though the match was pretty exciting I could hardly concentrate on the action; for obvious reasons I wondered about Sharmila in the bedroom. I lit up a cigarette and waited. After what seemed like ages I finished my smoke, stubbed the butt in the ashtray and glanced at my watch. About twenty minutes had passed by but still there was no sign of my Sultana. I tiptoed up to the bedroom door and placed my ears on the wood. All I could hear were a few faint tinkles but I could make no sense. I waited for a while trying to detect a few more clues – heard a rustling sound – but understood nothing. Disappointed but extremely curious I got back to the drawing room. I was sure she was conjuring up some games and waited in anticipation. A few minutes later Sharmila peeped through the door and asked me to enter the bedroom after thirty seconds. I got up from the divan and switched off the TV and went towards the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar; I pushed the door open a little more and stepped inside. A gorgeous sight greeted my eyes and took my breath away…
Sharmila’s bedroom was lit by the dim light of her bed-side table lamp. The air was filled with the gentle aroma of her expensive Nina Ricci perfume. Sharmila had spread an elegant Kashmiri bedcover and strewn the flowers I had brought earlier on it. And in the middle of the bed sat my Sultana clad in a red Banarasi silk sari, decked in all her gold jewelry with the pallu drawn over her hair partially covering her face. She looked beautiful and vulnerable; the air was heavy with eroticism. I sat down on the bed, and slowly lifted the pallu from her face. Sharmila was wearing a large diamond nauth and a tikli. I picked up a flower and gently ran it over her face while she sat demurely. I kissed tenderly on her eyes, face and lips. She flicked out her tongue and licked my lips. I embraced her softly and played with her earrings. Her silk Banarasi sari slipped down and exposed her two gorgeous globules – she was not wearing any blouse or a bra. Instead, she wore a heavy gold necklace that fell down on her breasts; she was also wearing a gold band on her upper arm, sets of heavy old-style bracelets and small nupurs on her ankles.
The most wonderful piece of all was a gold chain wrapped around her waist which had a small diamond covering her navel. Sharmila could see the wonder in my eyes and in between our kisses she murmured, “Ei goyna gulo paribarik sampotti. Special occasion-e aamar porte khub bhalo laage.” (These ornaments are family heirlooms. I love wearing them on special occasions.). I went down and started kissing her feet. Sharmila stretched out on the bed, I lifted the sari and noticed she was not wearing a chemise either. I kissed her calf and started licking her fleshy inner thighs. Sharmila hitched her sari further up and grabbing my hair directed me to her pussy. I lapped her thick pussy lips and flicked my tongue on her crack. I took one of her boobs in my hand, gave soft pinches on her nipple and massaged the soft under-portions of her breasts. Sharmila purred in delight and impatiently tugged at my shirt. I stopped my caresses for a moment and divested myself of my shirt and vests and lay down on her smothering her with a deep kiss. We embraced tightly and rubbed our bodies in unison. The smooth texture of the red silk sari felt good on my skin and the tinkling sounds of her gold ornaments created a delightful music. Sharmila took one of my nipples in her mouth and nibbled at it. I lifted up her arms and buried my mouth on her hairy armpits which were perfumed by the Nina Ricci scent. I licked those furs of her, caught a few of them in my teeth and pulled them with a little force.
Sharmila grimaced in pain but I rubbed her armpit with a little more pressure and she began to enjoy the massage. As we played with our bodies Sharmila opened up the zipper of my jeans and started to pet my dick over my undies. I knew this was signal from her to hot up the actions and so go out my jeans. Sharmila wanted to pull of my undies also but I signaled patience and placed my palm on her pussy and massaged it. I inserted a finger inside her crack and rubbed her delicate nether regions which started to get moist and relaxed. I put one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked slowly increasing the tempo. I could feel the nipple tightening up with but continued actions. Meanwhile Sharmila pulled down by jocks and started to caress my penis and scrotum. She put her inside my partition of buttocks and massaged the tender skin on my anus. My penis responded to her attention and grew big and so discarded the jocks and threw it on the floor.
I was totally naked now. Sharmila too threw off her Banarasi sari. I was not very keen to strip off her sari so soon and requested her to put it on again. She responded by putting on the sari again but in a different manner. She folded the sari to shorter length and wore it in such a manner that it was hitched up over her knees and she draped the aanchal tightly over her upper part binding her mammary glands with it. She was now wearing the sari in the manner of Santhali tribal women – and this style complimented her gold ornaments to the hilt. I picked up her cell phone and began to click her photos. Sharmila co-operated and struck up various poses; she exposed one of her boobs laid down on the bed parting her thighs exposing her inner thighs she covered her vagina with some yellow chrysanthemums undraped herself off her sari and posed decked only in her jewelry I snapped away Sharmila took the camera from me, I was now on the bed posing. She tickled my cock with a flower and sucked it to make it hard once more. She covered my pubic region with some flowers and clicked a few close-ups. I caught her in my arms, pulled her back to the bed and kissed her heavily on her navel. She massaged my dick more forcefully now. I sucked her nipples, massaged her face and covered her with heavy wet kisses. I found out her crack and inserted a finger between and lips and found my way to her clitoris. My finger played on her organ and she trembled in joy and moaned softly. I massaged her with more speed and her juices bean to flow… I took out the finger and inserted another one to continue the caresses on her clit while I took my wet finger to her mouth – Sharmila put the wet finger inside and sucked her own pussy juices.
She rolled over to one side and took my penis inside her mouth but her position hindered my action on her vagina and realizing this she climbed over me with her pussy and ass hanging over my face. I knew by this time this was one my Sultana’s favorite postures – this posture was conducive for me to finger and lick both her cunt and her anus and she could also easily play with my penis and balls. I put two fingers inside her pussy while I parted her buttocks and put my little finger inside her rectal opening. The ass-hole was pretty tight and Sharmila shivered in pain the moment my finger entered a little. I knew this would be a bit painful as we had not put any cream or jelly but I continued my attempt to push more of the finger inside; Sharmila was game for it; she parted her buttocks to her limits and pressed down on my finger; almost 2/3rd of my little finger went inside her asshole; she let out an yell of pain and joy. My finger felt clamped inside her anus but I began to rotate it gently and slowly moved it up and down her anal passage. I also quickened the pace of her clit massage – the simultaneous work on her clit and anus drove Sharmila wild. She let go of my penis and began to move her body in a rhythmic tempo thus accentuating the movements of my fingers. Her hair knot came untied and her silky black hair cascaded down on her fair shoulders. I bent my knees and rubbed my thighs on her breasts. Her vagina began to drip with her love-juices; I lapped them forcefully while I put more pressure on her anus. Sharmila played with my cock. Her eyes were shut, her entire body was being wrecked with spasms of pleasure and she murmured in a choking voice, “Aaro jore! Aaro jore ghosho!” (Harder! Rub it in harder!).
I could feel her anal muscles relaxing and pushed my little finger deeper. This was a new experience for me – never had I explored the anus of a woman in such depth and I realized the pleasure she derived from it was truly ethereal. I stroked her with more force and she responded by taking the tip of my penis in her lips and licking the pre-cum juices. I almost climaxed but I quickly took my dick away to give it a rest and put more pressure on her clitoris. Sharmila let out another yell of joy and moved her body in synch with my strokes. Her screams grew louder, she began to gasp and take in large breaths and then all of a sudden she tensed up and then she was under the throes of a series of multiple spasms – her pussy and anal muscles throbbed and a stream of juices oozed out her vagina. I continued to rub her and enjoy her body going soft. I took out my finger from her anus and squeezed her breasts. Sharmila relaxed and slumped over me but I kept on massaging her pussy. She was feeling good and with a sweet grin on her face she told me,”Eesh! Aami boddo swarthoppor. Kemon eka-eka moja korlam! Ebar tomake ektu shukh di.” (It’s very selfish of me to get my own pleasure only. I must please now.)…
We changed our posture and while doing so I took out the packet of condoms from my trousers which were lying on the floor. Sharmila caught my hand and took away the condoms from me saying,”Aaj oshob thak. Aaj tomake puro feel korte chai.” (No condoms please. Today I want to feel you deep inside.). I had no options but to agree to her whims. Sharmila climbed over me and sat on my thighs facing me. Her gold ornaments glittered in the half-light of her bed-side lamp the diamond in her nauth occasionally caught a ray of light and twinkled like a star. Her ornaments especially the nupurs on her ankles made sweet music – decked in heavy jewelry, her hair flowing wild, her body smelling of perfume and sweat Sharmila at that moment was an object of pure fantasy. I drank her beauty with my eyes and caressed her breasts and tummy. She responded by giving me a passionate kiss and ran her fingers over my chest tugging my nipples and the hairs around it. I put one of her melons in mouth – post orgasm her body was now very soft and pliable – and chewed her nipples gently. I propped a couple of pillows behind my back and assumed a slightly more erect posture. Sharmila parted her legs and placed her pussy over my dick and rubbed it. My penis got in touch with her pubic hairs and the sensation was quite nice for sure. I pulled Sharmila closer, lifted one of her arms and kissed the hairs on her armpits once more and then we kissed passionately once more letting our tongue explore our sensitive oral zones. I hugged her soft flesh tight and nibbled her ears. Sharmila now grabbed my penis and guided the bone into her cunt. She then pressed down hard and slowly began to ride me.
I lay back keeping my lower body as loose as possible letting Sharmila take all the initiative. She increased her tempo and my dick tingled inside her warm, moist hole which fitted my bone perfectly. But she was a bit spent by her momentous climax earlier and after a few energetic thrusts she began to slow down… she now moved at a slower pace, her thrusts were now deeper, she kept pressed down on me for longer periods. My unsheathed foreskin rubbed against her soft inner linings and it was extremely delightful. I buried my face in between her breasts murmuring,”Aamar Lokkhi Bou! Aamar shona-moni Bou!” (My darling! My sweet wife!). Sharmila gave a dreamy smile and smothered me down with her breasts making it difficult for me to breathe properly. She started to move wildly over my penis twisting her body with each thrust. I hugged her with more force and put counter-pressure to her intense pelvic thrusts. We began to groan in satisfaction, our bodies shivered and we thrashed about madly. Sharmila’s pussy began to moisten up again and I sensed I would not be able hold back any longer. I grabbed her with all my strength and gave one last shove inside her vagina.
My body tensed up and then I could almost feel the gush of semen escaping out of scrotum, navigating their away through my penis and then bursting deep inside my Sultana’s cunt. I continued my thrusts and spurted a couple of more times. Sharmila sensed my climax and eased up on her thrusts. I kept my dick inside her thrusting her with lesser force; we were in a deep embrace and locked our lips in a long lazy kiss. Sharmila slipped out my semi-hard penis from her pussy and slid down my body and put my penis in her mouth gently sucking of the semen that was dribbling out. My throbbing dick got smaller, softer in her mouth but she continued sucking it like a piece of chocolate. I relaxed on the pillow and lit up a cigarette. Sharmila lay down on my side and we stroked each other lightly exchanging little smooches. I looked down and observed some of my semen dribbling out of her vagina; a few drops that had fallen on her pubic hairs glistened in that dark jungle. I bent down and kissed her deeply on her pubic mound and lapped up some of my own juice in my mouth. I parted her lips wit my fingers and kissed her deeply pouring the semen into her, she lapped up the mixture from my tongue and swallowed it down. I gave her another kiss and we lay side by side. Sharmila got her mobile phone from the bedside table and we began to look at the erotic pictures we had clicked earlier I caressed her with a flower.
Dear reader, I thus conclude this installment of sexual proclivities with my Sultana. I hope you have enjoyed the tales of the games of flesh we have played together. I must confess that in Sharmila I’ve found out a woman who is willing to explore the limitless possibilities of the act of sexual union. I admire her free mind, her boldness, her capacity to experiment and her attitude to both give and take pleasure from the interplay of sensitive organs and secret desires. Once again my sincere thanks to you for your patience, your understanding and your empathies. I do hope the paean to libido Sharmila and I have composed bring a little sunshine in the games you and your partner play together. If that happens, dear reader, I can assure you I would be overjoyed… Feedbacks on [email protected] and [email protected].