My Darling Jijaji 3
Then glancing over, I saw that most of his weight was resting on his arms as he held me against my body with his rock hard penis plugging my woman hood. As we lay in each other’s arms, Jijaji snuggled his face down into the crook of my neck and lovingly nuzzled me, kissing me softly. Neither of us spoke for the longest time as we lay sexually locked together in the post coital bliss of our forbidden marriage. The room was now full of the heavenly smell of our fornication. I was in a bliss of having my fertilized egg in my fallopian tube. Then I realized that his massive penis wasn’t shrinking. It remained hard and thick, lodged inside of my aching cunt like a giant cork. Why wasn’t he like my husband, I wondered. Why didn’t his cock shrivel up and slip out of my cunt although he fucked me thrice without his penis becoming soft? Instead, it lay inside of me, thick, swollen hard and throbbing with potency. How this could be, I wondered, knowing that he had also shot much more cum into me than no good husband. Then I felt his cock twitch inside of my. Not knowing what to expect, I was startled when Jijaji slowly rose up onto his elbows and looked down at me. Our eyes met and locked. I could see the love in his eyes as it flowed between us. Then I felt him begin to thrust his penis up my fuck canal. Bending down, Jijaji kissed me long and hard as he slowly pulled his thick, bloated cock down the foamy channel of my vagina. Then, giving my soft, pouting lips a tender nibble, he slowly eased his huge cock back into me again, sliding it in until the thick, puffy cock head nudged up against my cervix. Then, he began to fuck me with long, slow strokes, filling my completely, but lovingly. I had never been fucked so tenderly, so gently. It was as if he was afraid my pussy was made of delicate china and he would break it. Slowly, he pumped his cock in and out of my bruised, aching cunt, churning our juices into a thick, frothy lather that slowly dripped out of my tight slit. Lying under him, feeling his magnificent penis impaling me time after time, I felt myself drifting away from reality and floating on a gigantic wave of hedonistic pleasure. My whole being was centered entirely on my aching cunt where my brother-in-law’s lovely penis was slowly sliding in and out of me. My cunt had grown extremely sensitive and I could even feel the thick, blue blood vessels that encircled his cock. It was distended, filled with his, hot blood. My vagina bulged out arrogantly to keep the massive cylinder of meat filled with blood. He was so big, every time he slipped his cock back into me, it dragged my clit down along the barrel, driving my insane with pleasure. Then without realizing it, I found myself climaxing as tiny, little explosions of sensual joy filled my mind over and over again. It was like watching diwali fireworks display, except it was going on in my head. Explosion after explosion shook my body, immersing my in such pleasure, I lost contact with reality and floated in the thick luxury of pure sexual indulgence. On and on I floated, not having a care in the world as my mind was being overloaded by the sensual bombardment. This blissful state made me certain that he had fertilized my egg with his virile sperm. At last, I could endure it no longer and slipped off into unconsciousness with my darling jiju plugging my fuck canal. Slowly, I opened my eyes. my room was dimly lit by the fading light. Maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare, I thought until I moved my legs and felt a twinge of pain between us. Running my hand down to my aching womanhood, I found that my labial lips, cunt, pubic hair and inner thighs were coated with a film of thick, creamy sap. Then my mind crazily lurched back to my union with my darling Jijaji. God, had it really happened? Was my egg impregnated? I knew it had. What an afternoon. But, where was Jijaji? Why had he left? Was he disgusted by what we had done? Then, as if to answer to my question, I heard the shower running in the bathroom. Apparently Jijaji was taking a shower in his bathroom. Swinging my long, tanned legs off the bed, I groggily stood up and stumbled toward the door. My thighs and pubic hair were matted with our love juices. Seeing myself in the mirror, I quickly decided that a shower wouldn’t hurt me either as my crotch, legs, breasts, face and stomach were thickly coated with the evidence of our unholy recklessness. I slipped into the bathroom and I saw Jijaji leisurely sponging him self. His back was facing me and the cold shower was splattering on his head and back. I embraced him from behind and kissed him on his back. The cold shower was now flowing on my hair and back. I hugged him tight and was enjoying the shower. I slowly lowered my palms down to his penis and massaged it and started fondling his gigantic sized scrotum. Jijaji turned around and hugged me tight. He picked up the sponge and started sponging my breasts and stomach. Gently, so gently, my breasts tingled with excitement and my nipples started stiffening as he rubbed the sponge over them. He then slipped the sponge between my legs and sponged my thighs and legs. After that he gently started sponging my cunt. I felt the familiar heat spread in my vagina. I looked down to his penis. Tearing my eyes away from his manhood, I saw that he was staring up at my fuck hole with love and desire filling his eyes. “Oh, Jijaji,” I moaned, quickly hugging him. “I Love you so much.” “God, saali, I Love you more than life itself,” he groaned, taking me into his strong, hard arms and pulling me into him. We were both being showered. It felt heavenly. Crushing his mouth down onto mine, he kissed me long and deep. We stood in the shower for about half an hour while we groped and fondled each other.