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We woke up after some time and smiled at each other. Our legs were shaking. We felt giddy after such intense action. The clock struck 12:30 AM.
“Let’s eat” Sarika said. We sat down for dinner. I got in my jeans, and she was in her nightwear, a spaghetti-styled short satin nighty which ended on her thighs.
We had dinner in silence. Later I thought of going home. I got ready and was just about to step out the door when Sarika held my hand and stopped me.
“I don’t want to be alone. Is it okay if you leave in the morning?”
I agreed without giving it a second thought. She pulled me back inside the house and closed the door behind me. Now we were fooling around. We sat and watched TV for a while, spoke to each other and cracked jokes.
The clock struck at 1:30 AM. I was holding Sarika in my arms, caressing her, and brushing her hair with my fingers. Her nighty accentuated her curves, and I was hot looking at Sarika.
The silence of the night fell. We could hear our deep breathing and our heartbeats going in rhythm. The noise from outside was the ticking of the clock. Merrily ticking away to show that time is passing.
Sarika got up and pulled me to stand up. She then looked into my eyes, and with a smile, she said. “I loved it today. I want to make it up to you.” She held me in her arms. The air was filled in with musk that one smells after sex. This, added to the silence in the house, made it more intimate.
She rested her head on my chest and said, “Vrajesh, I hope you like what I am doing for you.” She slowly placed her hands over my jeans and started rubbing my dick from above. It stood up in full salute in no time.
“What are you thinking, dear?” I inquired.
“Don’t interrupt me, baby,” Sarika said.
She then unzipped my jeans. My dick sprang out and was pointing at her. She grabbed it with her hand from the base to the tip.
“I love it this way. I was going to request you to shave down there so I can see you in full glory, my human volcano.”
I smiled, and Sarika went down on her knees. She kept staring at my pole, which shone with precum and smelt intoxicatingly like sex. Sarika kept her nose on my tip and took a deep breath.
Taking a whiff, Sarika’s expression changed. She looked intoxicated. The love lust took over her. Her eyes widened. I smiled, and she engulfed my rod to its length till the base and started sucking. Gulp, gulp, slurp, the sounds echoed in the room we were in.
She didn’t stop. My cock grew thicker, and my veins started showing up. Pressure in my cock made it rock hard, enough to throb it in sync with my heartbeat. Sarika was mesmerised with my manhood, shaved clean, pink and hard. The veins gave it a muscular look.
She tried fondling my balls with a gentle touch. I let her fulfil her desires and was ready to go down on her. Sarika tried to measure me with her finger’s length. Her middle finger and thumb wrapped around my pulsating cock barely touched each other’s tips.
“Wow!” Sarika exclaimed. “I can’t believe I lost my virginity to this. It’s so big. No wonder I can barely walk properly afterwards,” Sarika said with a naughty chuckle.
I was about to say, “It’s average in size.” But before I could utter it, I heard the jingle of an anklet and was distracted.
“Let’s sleep,” Sarika said, interrupting my thoughts and bringing me back to the present. I agreed since I was exhausted and thought I might as well rest and leave early in the morning.
We fell asleep. I woke up at 5:00 AM. Rubbing my eyes in the dull glimmer of the white night lamp. I saw Sarika sleeping next to me with a glow and contentment. I thought of washing my face and going home without waking her up.
My morning wood was in its full glory. Sarika was in her nighty. Her ass was looking bigger than usual, and so were her breasts. “Jyoti was right after all,” I muttered to myself.
Her short nighty was teasing me. The silence of the night and the musky fragrance in the room made my wood even stronger. “I need a release,” I thought to myself. I bent over and saw Sarika was sleeping commando. Her pussy was inviting.
I pulled down my jeans and tossed them carelessly around, freeing my cock a bit. The calmness in the room and the cold air made my cock vibrate. My foreskin was rolled back, and the musk of sex filled the room. My cock smelled like her vagina, and her vagina smelled like my cock.
I gently ran my fingers over her thighs. Sarika turned and slept face down, and my eyes widened. Sarika has a bubble butt. My dick just started vibrating with all the blood flowing in. I lifted her nighty and drove it up as far as possible. Her sexy ass enticed me to spank her hard and make it go red.
Since she was sleeping, I thought to wake her up. I gently tried lifting her, and her butt got lifted to my pleasure. Her knees bent, her face and chest flat on the pillow, and her butt in the air. I gently ran my fingers over her thighs once again. Smooth as they can be, I was tempted to touch her lady’s lips.
Her position made the lips look fuller, fatter and mesmerising. I ran my fingers over her lips and tried fingering her. She was dry, and hence I didn’t dare much. I parted her lips and gazed at her pussy. The inner folds were moist pink, and inviting. The aroma was emitting ever more strongly.
I straddle across her legs with her legs between my legs. Sarika should be awake by now. It can’t be that she is this fast asleep. I thought to myself. But I was horny and didn’t think any further. I kissed her lips and tried tongue fucking her and managed to make her pussy wet with my saliva.
I played a little with her inner folds and tried pushing my tongue into her love hole. “Ummmhhh,” Sarika groaned in her sleep. I was hard and raging. Without a second thought, I placed the tip of my cock on her pussy lips. Parted them gently and thrust my cock in one go inside her.
“Ooh,” Sarika woke up from her slumber screaming. I was in a trance-like state. She was jolted out of her sleep. She felt my dick inside her, and in fear, her pussy clamped on my dick. I was in rhythm, and her clamping made my foreskin stretch to the verge of tearing from the base of my dick’s head.
She tried turning but couldn’t do it since I was straddling her. She was between my legs. “I thought it was just a dream. I didn’t know it was you, darling.” Sarika said with a hint of pain in her husky voice. She relaxed, and this made her pussy a bit relaxed.
Although the feeling of a tight pussy was heavenly, I needed that space to continue. “Take me, baby,” she said. “I always wanted you to take me in my sleep, I am yours, and I wanted you to do this,” she added with approval.
I kept thrusting in and out, grunting while spanking Sarika’s ass and pulling her hair. I was going like a battering ram. I am sure Sarika felt my balls hitting on her pussy lips. I ran my hands all along her back and tried pushing my thumb in her ass to double stimulate her g-spot.
It was being rubbed by my dicks head. Sarika held on to the bed sheet and pulled it out from the tucked corners. Her moans had turned into screams, and she tried muffling them by screaming into the pillow. “Babe, don’t stop now. Please,” Sarika said in a breaking voice, trying to catch her breath.
I was thrusting my cock in her pulsating wet pussy. She was on the verge of orgasm. I could feel her pussy pulsating faster, and so was my dick. In a flash, we both came together. Sarika arched back, moaning and queefing as my dick was going in and out of her. My hands were almost clawing her bubble butt.
Leaving behind scratch marks by nails. I could only grunt as my dick jetted out cum for what felt like a minute. Sarika sunk back into bed. I fell to the side, pulling her to my side. She closed her legs, made her pussy make a huge queefing sound, and dripped my cum and her love juice.
We both lay there on her messed-up bed, catching a breather. I sat up and looked at Sarika. She looked back with a smile. Her messed up hair. And shaking hands said everything about the fun she had.
“I should leave now,” I said to her. She hugged me tight and said. I wish you’d never leave. She let go of me and said, “I shall catch a quick nap before everyone comes later today.” I nodded my head and put her down to sleep. I kissed her forehead and got out of bed, searching for my clothes.
I wore my t-shirt. My dick was in a semi-flaccid state, barely covered by the t-shirt. I was searching for my pants which I had carelessly tossed. I passed down the hallway crossing another room adjacent to the bedroom. I heard the jingle of an anklet, it startled me, and I turned around.
I froze in horror at what I saw. It was Jyoti. The jingle was of her anklets. I instinctively covered my dick and bent a little. I was about to shout when she placed her hand on my mouth and pulled me into the other room. She closed the door behind me and made me sit on the bed, turning on the lights.
And there it was, my pants in her hands. She looked nothing like what she was before when she had left. Her hairs were a mess. She was flushed and flustered. Her clothes were ruffled as if she adjusted them in a jiffy. She took a whiff of my pants.
“Mmmmppphhhhhhh,” her eyes widened while keeping eye contact with me. “You smell amazing,” Jyoti said in a sexy voice. I was trying to cover my modesty and not make everything awkward.
“Ek baar dikha na,”(Show it to me once) She said. I wanted my pants back so I could make a run. Inevitably, I let go of my hand, and my dick was completely flaccid. She went down on her knees and came close to it. I could feel her breath on my skin. All the while, she held on to the pants for her dear life.
“This must be a bad dream. These things don’t happen in real life,” I said.
Thud! The pants came on my face. Jyoti was right there. She returned them to me. I quickly wore them and sat as Jyoti stood on the door sill. “When did you come?” I asked.
“I came in way earlier, around 2:30, and opened the door with a spare key. While you were in the act with Sarika.” Jyoti explained. That’s went it struck me. Jyoti must have come in earlier. The jingle I heard earlier was that of her anklets.
“I came earlier to check on you two. I knew you guys would be at it. And also, our parents sent me home early to check on Sarika. Remember she said she wasn’t keeping well?”
“I must say, I am impressed by your performance. Too bad you are Sarika’s, and I am in a relationship. But you do give my BF the run for his money.” Jyoti said.
“Good, you shaved there. Sarika liked it, and good lord, you have a sexy package, and it shoots so much and so well.” Jyoti teased me.
“I played with myself during the entire act. You guys were so engrossed in fucking each other you didn’t hear me cumming or coming,” Jyoti said with a wink and smirk. She pointed to the small sticky patch on the floor. Those were her juices.
This can’t be happening, I muttered to myself again. Life can’t be this twisted. I consoled myself. “Can I go now? It’s almost dawn,” I pleaded.
“Yes, you can, but remember, someone thinks of you at times in their alone or private moments,” Jyoti declared and moved away from the door sill.
I made a dash to the door and didn’t bother looking back. I messaged Sarika once I reached home.
As time passed, Sarika and I grew apart gradually and moved on with our lives. We stopped seeing each other. This was one of those incidents that were too good to be true. To this date, it still makes me wonder who or what had gotten into Jyoti and if there was any remote possibility for us to hit off.
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