Previous Part: Hot Junior College Girl Amrita – Part 7
Amrita calls Vish one week after the birthday blast.
Amrita: (in a sloppy voice) Can you come pick me up!?
Vish: Oh god, how drunk are you?
Amrita: Little little, L-I-I-T-LE liitle. Hahahaha.
Vish: I am coming, don’t pass out before I reach.
Amrita: (blabbering) I’m sure, I’m fine.
Vish drives to the location, parks the car and keeps calling Amrita, who isn’t picking up. Worried that she might have passed out, he rushed into the lobby of the club looking for her. As suspected, she’s passed out on the couch. 5 other women surround her, everyone dressed smoking hot for the clubbing night.
Vish realised that he forgot to wear perfume. But sure enough, he dressed himself well in black jeans, a black t-shirt and a fancy brown jacket with brown boots. He spots a girl wearing a blue one-piece and finds her stunning. Her makeup was still intact.
Her blueish purple eyeshadow, mascara, and black eyeliner were spot on. She was seemingly calling her friends, too, who weren’t picking up. Amrita’s head was on this woman’s lap. Vish introduces himself and lets her know that he is here to pick up Amrita.
Woman: Gosh! Finally, you’re here. She has been blabbering about you for the past 30 minutes. Had she not passed out, I would have, actually, no, I do have insanely inappropriate images in my head.
Vish: Hahaha! I am so sorry about those things. She likes alcohol, but once it takes charge, she is a free butterfly who has just broken its cocoon.
Woman: Tell me about it! I’m her classmate. My name is Tara. My head is spinning, and nobody is picking up.
Vish: Don’t worry, I will drop you off too.
Woman: You will? That would be a big favour. Thank you so much! My friends are assholes.
Vish: I’m not an asshole. Can I still be a friend?
Tara rolls her eyes at him and signals him to pick Amrita up. Vish follows, and he carries Amrita over his shoulder like she is a sack. Tara shouts, “Are you a fucking idiot? She will puke again if you do that.”
Vish – Oh, I’m so sorry, let me carry her like this.
Then he proceeds to carry Amrita in his arms properly, and they walk to his car. Vish places Amrita gently on the front seat and buckles her up. “Tara, take the back seat, can you guide me the way?” he asks. “Sure, can you help me get on? My heels are not the easiest ones to climb with,” says Tara.
Vish rushes to the back door and, holding her hand, he helps her get into the back seat. He pushes her thighs to help her adjust herself onto the seat.
Tara – She was right about the grip.
Vish – What grip?
Tara – You know how to grip a woman’s thighs properly. As claimed by Amrita.
Vish – And you?
Tara – Gentler than I thought.
Vish places his left hand on her left thigh and squeezes it so that all his five fingers dip into her soft flesh. “Is that about right?” he asks with his eyes staring directly into her drunken eyes. Biting her lip, she doesn’t say a word. Vish slides his hand up her thighs.
Her legs spread like they were waiting for the welcoming. He leans forward to kiss this gorgeous woman who is high on alcohol and lust. She responds with more passion than he initiated. He follows her lead and kisses with more passion, sliding his hand further up her dress.
It has so little length to it that he is already touching her damp underwear. He tucks the underwear with two fingers and tugs on it. She raises her hip, and he pulls her black panties down to her knees, then to her ankles.
In his vision, the string on the panties on the ankles with gorgeous sandals decorating the feet in the background is a ‘good slut aesthetic’. He glides his finger, tracing her left calf muscle, to her inner thighs. His middle and ring finger work together to brush her pussy from her hole to clit in one stroke.
Followed by a downstroke in a similar motion. Back up, repeating the action, then parting the middle and ring fingers as he glides them down her pussy. Back up, bringing the fingers closer and together when he reaches the clit. He then wastes no time in circling the sensitive little bulb at the top of her pussy.
The circling motion causes Tara’s body to lean back against the seat of his SUV. She only breathes heavily without uttering a word, entirely submitting herself to his hand. She later named it “the hand of a Greek god”.
He pulls her straps off each of her shoulders. “Press your boobs for me,” he commands, and she obeys. Biting her lip again, her head turned to the right. She pressed both her boobs together, kneading them in her shiny blue dress. It’s already outlining her 34 B boobs pretty well.
Next thing the woman feels is Vish’s two fingers trying to enter her pussy. Unable to accommodate two fingers at a time, she whimpers loudly. Vish responds by reducing it to just his middle finger, going easy on her. Fingers her slowly. Then goes fast, causing her to let out moans with her heavy breaths.
He adds another finger; he whimpers again, but does not oppose. He brings back his fast-paced fingering. Bending and unbending his wrist in lightning-fast motion, making even her moans shiver. She slowly begins tumbling over onto the seat.
Vish wastes no time in climbing onto the headrest of the back seat. Spreading her legs like one on the headrest of the back seat while the other is on the floor of the car. He had his midnight meal lying in front of him. Unzips his jeans and pulls his jacket off.
He pulls his dick out and asks Tara, “How long has it been since you fucked someone last?” Tara laughs, “Hahaha, 30 minutes ago in the bathroom.” Vish gets turned on by that answer like nothing ever happened. He pushes in raw, and she begins to moan.
He makes sure that the first few strokes are deep enough to make her feel his entire length. “That’s right!” she whimpers. He pulls out and pushes in again, and then begins his long strokes. We want to give her long and hard strokes for her reactions.
She slowly accepts her treatment and synchronises with his rhythm. Straps falling off her shoulder, the hem of that tiny dress slid up to her waist. She topped it off by putting her hand in her hair and tilting her head back in pleasure.
Continues to fuck her the same while COMPLETELY forgetting about Amrita in the front seat. They suddenly remember her and both get up at the same time to check on her. They both laugh together, looking at her, who is still passed out. Tara climbs on his lap with her ass facing him.
She rests her elbows on the front two seats and lowers her hips onto Vish’s crotch. Holding and guiding his erection into her pussy, she takes his length entirely and moans in pleasure. She began jumping up and down like a pro. From her perspective, it hits her pussy deep.
It almost hurts, but the pleasure together is absolutely ecstatic for her. He leans back as she totally uses his dick to pleasure herself. By this time, it’s her third orgasm coming close, and she doesn’t change rhythm. Her contractions bring Vish closer to. He tells her, but she doesn’t listen.
She keeps fucking until they both cum. Her hips? Still moving, she is enjoying it so much. She keeps fucking Vish’s Dick, which is sensitive from the orgasm.
“Sit on my face.”
Tara straddles Vish’s beard somehow in that cramped space. She used his face to hump and pleasure herself. Vish sticks his tongue out and lets her have it her way. He enjoys her energy. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he locks her hips. And licks her pussy on his terms.
Tasting himself and remembering that another dick was right there where his tongue is at the moment. He is hard at that thought again. He feasts on Tara’s juices with the wildest imaginations in his head. She rubs her clit as she closes in. Explodes and decorates Vish’s face with her juices.
They both get dressed, and he drops Tara off at home first. He watches as Tara walks into the building where she lives. Seeing this beautiful woman walk away and imagining what just happened, she smiles and adjusts his pants.
Amrita did learn about this eventually and read about how she reacted in the next part. Thank you for reading. Author: [email protected]