Saturday, September 17, 2005

The 6 hour Orgasm

Then on a particular weekend when we reached her home she tells me her momma has gone visiting to some place nearby and that she would be back only Monday morning. Well, here I am with a young girl alone in her house and she asks for my smoke. I oblige and next thing we know we are kissing each other quite frantically and we are on the mattress which is on the floor. Its 2pm. My hands start straying and there are no restrictions.just lips glued to each other and tongues probing each other, while my hands are going all over.I reach her pussy and she is dripping wet and slide a finger in, then two, then three, then all my fingers upto the palm and am sticky wet and still thesmooch continues...(and it hits me then on the side that she is no virgin) I break off slide her skirt up and she lifts her legs straight up and removes her panty and I slide down with my mouth on her chest, now on her half revealed navel, now on to her coffee brown legs and finally on to the viscous pink mystery from which we all come death bound. I stick my mouth into her pussy, tongue frantically playing with her clitoris and drinking, slurping all her come in to myself. She kept coming and coming..We come up for air and I am asked to go down again and count the moles on her pussy; hidden amongst the bush are 7 little rascals shining with my saliva and her come.Its time for me to show mine and I let her do the research. She counts one. There were two I say..one was chopped off during the circumcision, without my permission!!!.Aand so it goes..I keep drinking in her come and before we know its 8pm and time for me to go. No making love no insertions except the tongue and its time for me to go..I couldn't believe it!!! And go I did. Met her again only on Monday and she behaves as if nothing happens..and during lunch she kept asking me with a straight face if I had, had enough water. I mean look at me..I had seen a pussy up close for the first time in my life, tasted it and still hadn't made love to it..God must be a sadist. The week just flew by and we are on to a Saturday. Its 2pm. And we are in my room. . So at the most we had 2.5 to 3 hrs to do what we had to do.The smooching starts the minute the door is closed and before I know it we are in our birthday suits and I am quenching my thirst again....this time the lady says politely lets make love. I agree, ready to lose my virginity; when we discover there are no condoms.

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At 1:41 PM , Blogger maverick said...

Amaruka who wrote in Sanskrit about eroticism. First an aperitif:

Pshaw for the gods, vishnu or Siva or Skanda?
Engrain instead into thy innermost being
The face of this slender waisted wench.

Astride the now in coitus reverse
Watch her earrings swaying back and forth.
Her straggling curls of hair
Moist with the merest mist of sweat
And ever so lightly rubbing off
The sandal mark on her forehead.
Watch the langour of passion in her eyes.

As the orgasmic spill of ecstasy
Draws near, yet near, yet near. May that face
Give thee comfort for ever and ever.

 
At 1:43 PM , Blogger maverick said...

And now the entree

" Torrid witnesses of our amative nights
Strewn thick with fallen sandal dust
This bed, my darling, is not soft anymore
For your lissom limbs to be laid upon"
What a ruse! saying thus my rouguish paramour
Upon his prostrate chest clasps me tight
Sucking my lips - the while his toes
As tongs draw down my skirt. And then
He goes on to do the things
He though most meant to do.

 
At 1:43 PM , Blogger maverick said...

The grand denouement

As he came to me waiting on the couch
Of itself the corded knot fell apart,
The girdle snapped, and down and down
My skirt went gliding inch by inch
Until my hips arrested its shameless course

Thus much I remember, sweet friend, no more.
Once in his arms, our nudities interlocked,
I was lost to the outside world
Who was he? who am I?
How went the coital act?
Not a thing I know - nothing, nothing at all.

 

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