Letters to Purvi Ch. 09

Seema kept right on fucking me. Her lovely body kept rising and falling on my cock, keeping me hard.

Finally she seemed to lose steam and she sank down on me, covering me with her trembling body, her warm breath in soft pants in my ear. As her cunt relaxed its grip on my dick I felt the wetness of our combined juices flowing out to cover my crotch and balls.

Then with a deep sigh she rolled off and I gasped as my semi-hard tool slipped from the warm tube which had been holding it. The cool air of the room notwithstanding, we were both covered in a light film of sweat, leaving our skins slick to the touch – somehow that added a really powerful element of erotica to the scene, making me even more excited.

We both lay quiet for a while, Seema running a gentle hand over my chest and down to my crotch, where I could feel the hairs still soaked with our cum.

Try as I might, I could not suppress a feeling of guilt about my uncle. I wondered how to bring it up, not wanting to break the mood. Then Seema solved the problem for me.

"Don’t worry about your uncle," she said. "He has never had sex with me – and probably never will."

I sat up in surprise. "Never?" I looked down at Seema, who was lying back in sweet abandon on the slightly disarrayed mattress. Her luxuriant black hair framed her lovely face; little flowers were scattered in the strands. Her breasts rose and fell softly, the lovely nipples still distended in excitement. One hand was in her crotch, idly stroking the puffy lips of her wet pussy, which was framed in the gently curling dark bush. Somehow I could not imagine being married to this incredible creature for so many years and never fucking her.

"Never." She said, a little sadly. " He has absolutely no interest in it, you know. I do not know why – perhaps he is gay? Soon after we were married I made a couple of advances which he repulsed with complete disinterest. I soon learned that he had simply married me to stop the family from pestering him with marriage proposals. All that he is apparently interested in is his business – I am just required as a hostess and housekeeper."

She spoke with little bitterness, almost with humor. "I had almost given up hope of ever having a proper orgasm again – then when I noticed the way you were looking at me this evening, all the way back in the cab and afterwards, I knew I just had to have you."

"It is not like I have never known what an orgasm is like" she continued. "If I was a traditional Indian girl who comes a virgin to her marriage bed, perhaps I would never have known what I was missing. But I had a boyfriend in college, and we fucked and sucked and did all kinds of wonderful things with each other -- but we could never marry, because he was already engaged to another girl. And after our affair, my reputation was ruined in our community and I had quite literally to take what ever was available in the marriage market -- which turned out to be your uncle!"

Her fingers were now moving deeper into her cunt, two fingers slipping in and out, sliding easily and emerging shining with dampness. "Since we are busy getting rid of your virginity," she whispered a little huskily. " Perhaps it would be good to finish the evening in the classic position."

With that, she lay back and spread her legs wide, looking up at me with a lazy welcoming smile. Her meaning was obvious. I felt a current of fresh excitement run through me. I rose up on my knees and looked a little doubtfully at my semi hard tool.

"I don’t know about this," I said, a little embarrassed, because I was not used to discussing such intimate details with a woman – and especially not naked! Also, I was not quite sure how many times a man was supposed to be able to cum – I normally had just one orgasm every time I masturbated.

Seema was not worried by such minor details.

"Bring it here," she husked. I moved closer and she reached out and caught hold of my prick with both hands. Juice glistened on the hand that had been in her cunt and she wiped it on my tool and used her long and supple fingers to spread it over the dark flesh. All the while she pulled gently until I was kneeling beside her head.

Seema parted her full lips and ran the end of her tongue around the head of my prick. Then putting one hand behind my ass for leverage, she lifted her head and took my entire prick into her mouth, holding it at the base with her other hand.

I moaned as I felt her tongue begin to work all over my cock. I looked down at her and saw that she was looking up at me. I felt a strong rush of absolute lust for this woman and I could feel it move into my cock, which rapidly hardened. Slowly the engorged length moved out of Seema’s lips as it became harder and harder.

I caressed her dark black hair and the sides of her cheeks as she let her tongue flick wildly against the sensitive tip of my cock. And in no time at all, I was kneeling between her legs with a very respectable hard-on poking out of my groin.

Seema lay back and smiled up at me, spreading her legs wide. I took a deep breath and looked down at the lovely body offered to me and drank in every detail. The large soft mounds of her breasts, each crowned with a dark hard nipple that stood out, all puckered up. Her long fingered hands, running over her stomach and up to her breasts, tweaking each nipple and massaging her breasts. Her long legs, wide apart now, showing me every detail of her wet pussy – the thick hair still wet and matted from our last bout and the puffy lips that she now spread with the fingers of one hand. She then reached down and grasped my very erect dick with her other soft hand, running her fingers over the hard length and then holding it and moving the loose skin back and forth, keeping my excitement at a fever pitch.

"Time to fuck, darling." She whispered. "Time you really had your first woman. Don’t worry about holding back – I’m wet and ready and so hot I think I will cum from just feeling your cock inside me."

I leaned forward and watched with fascination as she held my cock head against her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down her slit. Then she was pushing it into the center and I could feel her lips opening up for it – soft and yielding, then my cock moving into that hot and liquid tube that held me so tight.

With a moan I slammed my hips forward and sank all the way in right up to the hilt. Seema gasped at my thrust, which was hard enough to move her a few inches up the mattress. But she was wet enough and I don’t think she was in any pain.

For another long moment I looked down at the junction of our bodies, where the curled hairs of our bushes were rubbing together and then I knew I could not wait any longer.

I lowered myself on her softness. Her soft breasts were like pillows between us and I moved one hand up to a breast, which I began to squeeze.

Seema groaned at my sudden weight. "Easy, darling," she murmured. "You’re heavy – take your weight on your arms – yes, your elbows – that’s right. Then swing your hips up and down and don’t worry about how hard you ram me – I can take it all!"

I had stopped in confusion and not a little embarrassment, but the encouraging motions of her hands on my ass made me swing my hips up and down, following the urging of her hands.

The sensation was delightful. I could feel my cock bury itself deep within her body and then emerge a little way, and then go deep in again. I wondered how much of this pleasure I could handle.

Seema moaned throatily in my ear and then swung her legs up and locked her ankles over my heaving ass. Her nails were buried in my buttocks and she used this as a lever to swing upwards with her hips with every stroke I made downwards, slamming our crotches together. Now I knew why she had suggested we try this ‘classic’ position – even now I get no greater pleasure than when I am ‘in the saddle’ so to speak, with a lovely woman writhing under the impact of my cock.

Her strong dancer’s thighs held me hard around the waist. With every stroke, the bells on her anklets tinkled loud enough to be heard over our moans. And that will always be the strongest memory of that first fuck – how the bells chimed with the motion of each stroke. Even today, all I have to do is hear the soft sound of a woman’s anklets to find myself instantly hard!

I could not last very long. Even though I had cum twice already, I was very near when Seema suddenly screamed out and pulled me harder into her, urging me to go faster and to ‘really give it to me!’ I slammed in and out as fast as I could, feeling the rising tide of my own cum.

And then I came. I do not know how much semen actually spurted out, but the orgasm was huge and it felt like I was pumping buckets into her. I groaned in dismay when I came, as I had hoped to wait for Seema, but my orgasm only seemed to set her off – she went absolutely rigid and put one arm around my neck, holding me hard against her body. Along my cock I felt a clenching and releasing again and again as she came, a long and delightful orgasm that left her shuddering and twitching.

I rolled off her and I remember her reaching down to hold my wet and now quite limp cock, just before I fell into an exhausted sleep.

I awoke late the next morning. I was alone, sprawled on the mattress, which had been pushed towards the center of the room by our exertions. Sometime during the night, Seema must have washed off my crotch and covered me with a blanket. The only trace I could find of the night was a few scattered flowers, which lay crushed on the mattress.

I quickly slipped on my lungi and T-shirt, wondering how I could face Seema. I was not sure whether she had been a willing participant in the previous night’s activities. I was so preoccupied with my own guilt that I could not clearly remember whether it was she who had initiated the sex, or whether I had pulled her onto the mattress and ravished her.

I went in search of her, but she was nowhere around. I had classes early that day, so I had to leave soon afterwards. Not that I could pay much attention to what my teacher had to say – my thoughts were filled with the images and the sensations of the previous night. I could hardly wait for class to be over. I had no idea whether Seema would be home and what sort of mood she was in …. But I really wanted to find out.

I hurried home. I let myself in and went from room to room searching for Seema. Finally, having gone through most of the house, I went to my own room. And all my doubts vanished – because there was Seema, sitting on my bed and waiting. And with one look at her, I knew that there was only one thought on her mind – the same one that was on mine.

Seema was dressed in a lovely gold negligee – some kind of soft silk. I could clearly see the aroused points of her nipples as they pressed clearly against the thin cloth. As I walked over to the bed, her eyes moved from my face down to my crotch.

I reached out and held both her breasts while she undid my belt and pulled my zipper down. I stepped out of my pants as she pulled them off.

"I can see you’re ready," Seema said, admiring the large bulge in my underwear. She reached up and grabbed it as she slid off the bed and knelt in front of me. "Want me to get it all wet?"

I silently turned and sat on the bed, my eyes on her, still feeling the softness of her tits. She knelt in front of me and slid my underwear off as I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it away. Then Seema stood up and slid the thin straps of her negligee off her shoulders. With a soft rustle, it fell in silken folds around her ankles, revealing the sexy body that had been filling my dreams all this day.

I pulled her onto the bed and kissed her open mouth, running my tongue deep into her throat. I grabbed her full breasts with both hands and squeezed them roughly.

"Ohhh, that’s good. Suck them, darling, suck them hard." I needed no urging to feast on those tasty nipples and I sucked first one, then the other into my mouth, pausing a second at each one to chew them lightly.

Seema, meanwhile had got hold of my balls and was squeezing them roughly. At any other time it would have hurt me, but now it got me hotter. She reached up and grabbed my cock with the other hand and started to slide her hand up and down my shaft to keep it hard; obviously she wanted to have my cock ready for action.

I kissed Seema’s neck as she moaned throatily, while I moved my hand between our bodies until I reached her slit. I slid my middle finger down through the moist crevice and began running it in and out.

Seema reached down and grabbed my cock. She spread her legs over my stomach and slid down so that she could position the head of my cock right at her moist hole.

"Bet you’d like it in there right about now, wouldn’t you?" she teased.

I kept kissing her neck." Why don’t you put it in?"

Seema moaned and slid down on my prick, sending it halfway into her clasping pussy. "ohhhh..........yessssss!!" she moaned, pushing her hips down further. She now had all of my cock in her pussy. I grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them hard.

"Ooohhhhhh, yes," Seema moaned into my ear. She started to pump her hips. I liked the feeling of our stomach and pubic hair rubbing sensuously together.

"Would you rather get fucked or sucked?" she whispered.

"Fucked now, sucked some other time," I replied. "I like everything with you. You can suck me off after you give me some cunt."

Talking about it pushed me to the brink of my explosion. "I hope you’re ready now, Seema, ‘cause I can’t hold out much longer."

"Oh cum!! I want it up me before I cum. I’m gonna squeeze that big fucking cock of yours bone-dry you fucking stud. Ohh...."

I grabbed Seema’s ass and held it down while I arched my hips upward. The pressure in my loins continued to build to a raging flood, and when it reached its peak, I felt my cock begin to jerk wildly, and what seemed like a torrent of white-hot cum flowed deep into Seema’s cunt. She remained still for the first few spurts, but as the thick staff of flesh that spread her legs continued to fill her pussy with cum, Seema began to bounce her hips on my pelvis. It obviously wasn’t easy because I held them so tightly, wanting to unload as deep as possible within her. But Seema couldn’t take being held down at a time like this.

"Let my ass go, Raj, let me move it," she whispered desperately. I obliged and began kneading her breasts while she started to ride wildly on my cock. She thrashed her ass violently from side to side and up and down while beating off her passion. I could feel her cunt contracting violently even with all the bumping and heaving. My cock, which had emptied the last shot of cum into her cunt, was getting so wet and slippery with her love juice that I didn’t think it would stay in while she came. But every time Seema seemed to buck too hard and twist her hips too far, she would immediately grind them down on me again, sending my cock deep up into her hole again. I thought I had come for a long time, but Seema kept writhing and squirming her hips on my stomach for a full two minutes. When her cunt gave its last weak squeeze, she finally quit riding me and collapsed across my body, so that just her ass and stomach were on me, with my cock still poked about an inch into her drenched cunt.

"Oh that felt so good!" Seema moaned in my ear, her breath a warm current. Her hands were moving softly up and down the sides of my torso. Then she raised herself up a little and kissed me deeply. I was not very experienced at French kissing (or deep kissing, as it is called now) and I was not quite sure what I was to do. Her warm wet tongue in my mouth felt very good though, and after a initial fumble I kissed her back, sucking as hard as I could on her tongue and sending my own into her mouth. I held the firm globes of her buttocks in both hands, holding her cunt to me, feeling the wetness that dripped slowly out of her pussy coating my cock and balls.

Seema suddenly slid off my body and looked down at my crotch, exclaiming at the wetness. I sat up, planning to go to the bathroom and wash myself off, but she pushed me back onto the bed with a smile. And the next minute, she had moved her head down to my crotch and was slowly and languorously running her warm pink tongue through the hairs of my bush and over my cock and balls. Her long nails scratched delicately over my thighs, adding to the sensation that her talented tongue was producing.

Her tongue moved through the wiry hair of my bush and traced its way up along the semi-soft length of my cock. It then moved around and around the crown before she opened her mouth a little wider and swallowed my dick. Her lovely fingers moved up to my balls and she cupped and fondled them, all the while looking up at me, watching my reaction to her talented cock sucking.

I could only pant with renewed excitement as I looked down at her. My hands moved to her head, where I took double handfuls of her thick and lustrous hair, holding her head as it began to move up and down. My cock was quite hard by now and I groaned again as I watched her full lips move up and down its length. It felt so good!

After moving her mouth up and down my tool for a few minutes, Seema let it escape from her mouth, resting her head on my thigh while she ran her clasped hand up and down its wet length, keeping me rock hard. A small drop of liquid appeared at the very tip of my penis and she smiled up at me and bent my dick over to her mouth so that she could lick it off.

Then she slid up my body and kissed me deeply, running her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my cock and it was not really unpleasant –in fact I found the smoky taste quite exciting.

Seema broke the kiss and raised up, her hair falling all around my face in a dark curtain.

"I can see you like that," she whispered. My hand instinctively reached between her legs and in a husky whisper I answered "You were great. You’re a beautiful cocksucker."

"Time to complete your education, darling." She said. "Turn about is fair play, you know…"

For a moment I really did not understand what she meant. Then she suddenly disengaged and moved up the bed till she was part lying against the headboard. She lay back and spread her legs, slipping the tip of one finger into her wet cunt. I watched in fascination as she ran the glistening tip around the somewhat puffy pussy lips and then flicked it over a little nub right at the top – I would soon learn that this was her clitoris.

With a finger of her other hand, Seema beckoned me in. I ran my tongue over my lips, feeling myself grow harder as I realised what she wanted me to do – I was going to suck a pussy for the first time!

My excitement was clearly turning her on. She lay back against the headboard and spread her legs a little wider. Her finger was dipping a little into her wide-open cunt. Her pussy looked so pink and luscious! I knelt between her thighs, hoping that I could give her pleasure she deserved.

Her cunt loomed before me. Poised below my face. Reaching around, I massaged the satiny skin of her hips and brought my lips down to her cunt. Seema caught her breath as I bent lower, licking my lips as I approached her pussy. Not quite sure of how to start, I gently kissed the little nub I had seen her finger flick over. Her reaction was very encouraging. Seema let out a gasp and brought her free hand to my head, pushing my face into her crotch. "Yes, darling, yesss!" she panted. "It’s been so long!"

That was all the encouragement I needed. Automatically, I stuck out my tongue and moaned with joy as I reveled in my first sweet taste of pussy. Every time I rolled it over her quivering hole, she moaned and moved her hips in tiny circles against my face. I licked that hot juicy pussy with a vengeance, pushing two fingers inside of her and sucking her clit hard. She was moaning. I found I liked the sweet taste of her. My fingers were well coated by now with her juice along with the cum I had pumped into her cunt earlier and emerged again and again, coated with a slick viscous mixture of our juices. I kept working her over until she was on the brink of another orgasm.