Sowmyakka’s Sexual Experience Part-6 (Final act)

Sowmyakka’s Sexual Experience Part-6 (Final act)
I had loosened up Sowmyakka after a long session. Seeing her loosening up I pushed my hand between us, held my penis and started to rub it along her wet slit. She lifted her hands and clutched the headboard of the cot and shrieked. “Putta idhana maad beda kanda, eshto varshagalu aayithu. Nanna ganda nanna mutti. Alli novaguthe. Naanu bekaadre ninge nanna kaiyalli madthini.” (Don’t do this Putta, it’s been years since he touched me, I’ll do you with my hands.) I knew she is trying to be fair. I made her cum even as she was offering a hand job. Her offer laid bare the events of the evening. She acknowledged achieving orgasm and now she knew that I too need to cum. Her open offer to give me a hand job was blatant enough to encourage me. It was a matter of choice, either I take her offer or she surrenders to my wish. “Putta beda kano thumba novagutho kanda, oppi kollo Putta.” (Putta it will pain a lot, listen to me.) I slid up ran my tongue over her lips and said, “Hangaadhre nimma bhaiyinda maadubidi please.” (If you really want to do, use your mouth). She said, “Tu, yen yeno maatadtiya hogo, bekadre kaiyinda maadtini ashte.” (NO, let me do it by hand). Saying this she pushed her hand between our bodies and held my penis. I made a little room and she started to jack me. I sensed that her jacking off was not perfunctory, she was actually caressing my penis and exciting as she played. This got me even more excited and I allowed her to play, while I played with her breasts, and fingered her vigorously. She was sighing and giving out sounds that were driving me nuts. I caught hold of her wrists, pulled her hand away from my penis and got on top of her. She said, “Neenu nanna maatu kelalva?” (Will you not listen?) Her tone defied her pretense, it was like as if she really wanted me to go ahead. And try. I knew this is it, so I pried her legs open with my knees and dug my knees underneath her thighs. So now I was kind of kneeling between her open thighs and her thighs rested on top of mine. I nudged my penis forward and started to rub it up and down the entire length of her slit. Her face was bleached as she watched what I was trying to achieve and her breathing got so heavy that her breasts were swaying up and down. I couldn’t hold anymore, I guided my penis into her vagina and parting her lips placed it on the entrance. It was like I am at the entrance of a stove, wet heat emanating from her aroused vagina was driving me nuts. As I tried to press it in, she was right, she was so tight, I needed more thrust to send it in. She shifted upward with a jerk trying to avoid the pain, “Putta… nidhana kano…. kanda nann math kelo beda…. beda…. aaaaaah,” and in one smooth stroke, I violated the most sacred of the moral codes of our society. I went in half the length, stopped, pulled out and then jabbed firmly yet gently back inside all the way till her stubby shaved pubes pricked my groin. Sowmyakka gasped aloud, and I stood still trying to soak in the feeling. I closed my eyes and stayed still, her vagina was deep and quite snug. I felt a ring-like tightening traversing along the length of my shaft, her insides were nice and soft but the entrance to her vagina was surprisingly tight, wat too tight. I thanked Venkateshappa, for losing interest in her for years and presenting me with a virgin-like Sowmyakka. I opened my eyes to look at her, what a sight she was. Thighs wide raised, legs bent, resting on mine, belly quivering with her short labored breathing. Her arms held high as she was holding the headboard making her magnificent globes rise erect, her large nipples were erect and inviting. Her entire body was glowing in the dim light of the bed lamp. Her large areolas, which were brown, were looking dark and marvelous in yellow light. I leaned a little, lifted her thighs further and planted my hands on either side of her. Bending my head even lower I kissed her navel and started to fuck her in long and slow strokes. I looked at the union of our bodies and saw my penis glistening with her juices entering her. This got me going I pulled out completely and then went in slow till my bulbous head disappeared in her depths and then jabbed it hard. She sucked in her breath and her entire body quivered. I repeated the jabs until she was hissing and sighing uncontrollably. I knew that at this frantic pace I may not last long so I decided to lie on top of her and fuck deep and slow. I laid myself on top of her, held her breasts and started to suck on her nipples. I sucked and kissed her breasts till they turned reddish. With my suck marks all over them. I held her shoulders for leverage and resumed fucking. I reached up to put my tongue inside her mouth. Now she wasn’t even pretending to resist, the instant she felt my face on hers, she opened her mouth to receive me. She lapped my tongue and sucked my saliva into hers like any horny woman. Every stroke was like a new feeling after that. I never felt so aroused and loved before. It was a little difficult to do her. Her pipes were tight due to non-use and a bit hard due to her flab and my position on top of her, I couldn’t ram up into her hilt without adjusting every time I wanted to give hard thrust. Suddenly to my utter dismay I felt her spread her thighs wider and higher, creating more space for my hips to move and raising her vagina a little to receive my thrusts deeper into her. This actually lifted the veil of shame and morality, and I started to fuck her with renewed confidence. I raised my head and whispered, “I love you Sowmyakka.” She responded with a sigh and a mew. As I continued to ram and jab and play with her breasts, her breaths became quicker and with every thrust, she let out a sigh. The whole room reverberated with her moaning, and hard slapping sound of my groin beating down on her vagina.

I grunted with every jab, harmony of our grunts and her sounds were like music making my excitement ride higher and higher. Even she was getting more comfortable with the situation, or rather being taken over by her own unfulfilled desire. I felt her tongue moving inside her mouth and brushing my lips. She caught hold of my lower lips and started to suckle on it. I think she was readying for her second orgasm of the evening. I felt her teeth digging on to my lips with a passion that prior to this day I thought never existed in my prim, proper and religious Sowmyakka. I even felt faint movements of her pelvis moving actively. Initially, it was not in rhythm with my thrusts but sure were initiated with a grunt. I repositioned my jabs and adjusted frequency to match with her moves. All hell broke loose after that. She let go of the headboard and wrapped her arms around my back. Now she was kissing me furiously and matching my every move with gay abandon. When I went back pulling she stayed down but as I went down she threw her hips to receive me with a firm upward jab. I continued till I sensed her tensing up. I knew it is the time. I held on to her breasts really hard and sucked on her nipple while increasing my pace, I bit her breasts in the heat of the moment. Now her moans were not muffled. They sounded like music with the slapping of our bodies and wet sloshing swishing sounds emanating from her flowing vagina. In her most bold move of the evening, she held my naked butt and with her fingers digging into my flesh painfully and started to fuck me roughly. She held my ass firmly and slapped it really hard on her vagina. Again, and again. She was not just a match rather she had overtaken me in this game of love and lust. Her feet planted firmly on the bed, she held my hip and slammed hers with a vengeance till such time when her thrusts became so violent that I failed to keep pace with, she screamed, “Oh Putta. Nanna, sambhalisu, nanna.” (Putta cannot hold anymore my son.) She was nearing her climax and so was I. I mercilessly squeezed her breasts, dug my teeth on her fleshy mounds and changed gears to a maddening pace. I was just there when she arched her back and let out a scream. Worried about someone might hear it I plugged my mouth on hers. I was there too, I got that deep knotted sensation, which one feels for just a second before squirting. But for me it prolonged and desperate to release I kept pounding her vagina like there is no tomorrow. She wrapped her thighs around my butt and held me still. That is when I achieved my release. I squirted and squirted and continued with long hard strokes, holding my penis a little longer inside to fill her up. Her body raked with a series of violent rigors, she kept humping her hips back on to me. We went on and on for what seemed to be an eternity and then as suddenly as it had risen it calmed with her, slumping lifelessly and me on top of her with my penis still inside her. I felt my penis was swimming in a pool of slush. The storm passed and we lay like that for a long time. She gently brought her mouth closer to my neck and lightly nibbled giving me a ticklish loving feeling. She caressed my butts lovingly scraping her nails through the crack of my butts. She roamed her hand on my rear side, from shoulders to butts for a long time. I almost dozed off. I sensed her moving under me, she shifted and tried to turn to her right. I slid from the top of her and laid on my left facing her. I opened my eyes and found her looking straight with moistened and glowing eyes. She hugged me close hid my face between her ample bosom. She said, “Hengaaayithu idhella, kanda. Neenu naanna praana hindd bitte Putta. Eega?” (How did this happen, Putta you took my life away son what will happen now?) Freed from that maddening desire and meeting head-on with the reality, I did not have a clue to answer. I was equally confused and worried, if not anymore, but did not have the courage to hold a conversation. So, I just wrapped my arms around her and snuggled close, kissed between her breasts and slept like a baby feeling secure around her. I woke up, I don’t know why, long before it was light but remained in the bed. By the movements, I sensed that she is trying to sit up. Sowmyakka switched on the bedside lamp and I saw her. In the mirror on the wall, sitting with her back on the headboard holding her hands on to her face. I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. In between her sobs she was chanting, “Oh Lord! Oh My God!” and truly so. What happened was quite out of ordinary. I felt terrible. Not having a clue as to how I shall react I stayed still. I looked up again into the mirror and LO! Once again, the animal in me started to raise its head. This time I was greeted with a view of her ample bosom, just above the nipples. God, it was a sight to behold. I played with those globes just a few hours back but seeing them in light was different.