In The End, Everything Burns - Part 4 - Exploring The Virgin
She stood up, took off her panties, spread her legs and held them by the knees and raised them in the air. With her hands, she spread her pussy and started stroking in with her finger. Shyam still stood away just staring. She was getting impatient and slightly angry that she had crossed all limits and had even spread her legs inviting him but the boy wasn’t getting the hint! She didn’t care anymore. She just said three words, “Shyam! Mujhe chodo na.” (Shyam! Fuck me). Shyam stood there frozen. The animal part of his brain knew what was going on and knew what was required. That is why his cock had swollen on its own. It stood upright, all nine inches of it and made a massive tent in his shorts. His face was flushed and his ears burning and the air had a scent that he hadn’t smelled before. It was coming from Anandi and it was hypnotising. His veins were throbbing and his heart was racing. He broke into a cold sweat but maybe he was just shocked by what had happened within a day. He just stood there and stared at her. Her eyes were locked into his. The moment he broke the eye-contact her eyes closed halfway and rolled up. Her lips were slightly parted and she was sweating. Locks of her hair were stuck here and there on her face, the rest of it was dishevelled. Her dark chocolate coloured skin shone in the dim streetlight filtering in through the windows. Her supple blemish free skin had enough fat on her waist to give her just a little belly. So that her belly button was dark and deep. She had little love handles on the side that you could hold while you ram her from behind. Her thighs were fleshy enough to cushion you when you place her knees on your shoulder and pump away while holding her ankles with your hands. Her pussy was bushy, but glistened red even in the dark from the juices dripping from it. Her pussy lips were swollen and red and looked like some exotic juicy fruit that one is immediately tempted to nibble on. Her breasts were neither large nor too small. Each boob was just enough to fill one cupped hand. Her areolas were large and dark brown and here nipples looked like large, fat, brown chocolate bon-bons that must be sucked. Her shoulders were fleshy enough to dig your teeth in when you bang her to an explosive orgasm. Her neck was slender and long enough for you to nibble, kiss, suck and give her embarrassing hickey’s (love-bites). Her chin you could bite just a little hard, just for an instant, just enough to give her a little pain but not kill her pleasure. But what completely got Shyam’s attention were her parted lips with beads of sweat on the upper lip just below the nose that stayed there like glossy little pearls. Her naturally dark red full lips that she kept going dry forcing her to flick her long red tongue over them making them glisten with the moisture, under a sharp nose. And then there were the kajal laden eyes that finally made him understand what people meant by Nashili eyes. While Shyam stood there frozen enjoying the visual delights of Anandi’s ripe, curvaceous body, Anandi was dying of the torment. She had started getting impatient and angry. Her body was burning and all the fire was coming from her loins and only Shyam could put the fire out. Only he had the necessary equipment. Then she realised that maybe her little nephew is a virgin and doesn’t really know what to do. She would have to teach him everything and more importantly, smiling to herself, she noted, she could mould him into the exact lover that she had always unknowingly desired. She got up, staring into his eyes, through out. On her knees, she walked towards him and untied the string of his shorts. Not breaking eye contact, she pulled his shorts down to reveal the monster that caught her by surprise. From this close, it looked massive and captivated her attention. It was monstrous by any standards. It was almost as long as a 500ml soft drink bottle and almost as fat as a bottle of deodorant. All over it were swollen uneven veins that seemed to be throbbing. It’s head was a massive bulge that she couldn’t help but feel like measuring with her right hand. Her small hand could barely contain the head. She gave it a tug to realise it was hard like a rock and hot. His large balls were hanging in a sac so big that she couldn’t stop her left palm from delicately caressing it and getting a feel of the balls on her fingers. She gently pulled back the foreskin and there was a pink and purple swollen, glistening head leaking the smooth and clear pre-cum. She touched the tip with her finger and heard a little sound of pleasure. She looked up to see Shyam’s head lifted towards the ceiling, his eyes apparently closed and his hands by his side. She knew what she had to do. Her mouth and her lips were dry. So she licked her lips, collected a little saliva in her mouth and just gave a little peck on the tip – just touch and go. She saw his cock spring up and it just got a little harder than it was, swelled up to become a little fatter than it was and again went back to its original state. It was like a giant living breathing animal. She quickly engulfed the whole head in her mouth and squeezed it with her lips. She suddenly felt Shyam’s hands on her head as he struggled to stand straight and gave out a muffled grunt. That was her cue, she moved her head on his cock slowly taking in as much as she could. It touched the back of her throat and made her gag a little. She quickly pulled it out to check the gagging and as quickly as she had taken it out she plunged it right back in straight to the back of the throat when she heard a moan. She quickly pulled out not wanting to gag. This much action had made her mouth quite wet.