Reema's Wedding Night
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Posted:Jun 21, 2011 5:32 pm
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It was Reema's wedding night. Reema was 26 years old, fair and smooth complextion. She had married today to Amit, a 32 year old man fair and well built who belonged to a rich family. Amit lived along with his mother Padma 45 years old,
father Prashant 47 years old and sister Anita 22 years old in a big house. He had concentrated on his studies, fitness, yoga and family business. As per his parents advice he never had sex and vowed to be a virgin till his marriage.
Although at few times he had flirted with some of his girlfriends but no sex. Reema was brought up in a very protected environment. She had just finished her graduation. She was a fair good looking girl. Her figure always attracted attention wherever she went.
She always wore either a saree or salwar khameez with dupatta covering her vital statistics. She went to a girls school and later to a girls colleage. Her only male companions was her brother Ajay, 26 years old.
Reema's mother Nisha was 47 years old and father Rohit 49 was years old. Reema's parents had taken care that Reema remained a virgin till her wedding and never interacted with any boys of their neighbours or relatives.
Now here was Reema sitting on her big bed in her bedroom. She was in her red bridal saree and red blouse. She was wearing all the possible jewelery. The pallu of her saree was covering face. She was waiting for the husband Amit.
Amit had told her to wait for him in the bridal saree with the jewelery. She very tired after the long wedding ceremony. She always wondered about the first night of a wedding. Her mother had vaguely told about the approach by a husband.
She had gathered some knowledge from her friend Meena who had married few months ago. Curiosity of this first night was getting much deeper which was keeping her waiting for her husband. Finally her husband, Amit, entered the bedroom.
Reema's heart starting beating a bit faster. She had always slept alone or at the most with her mother. Now she was to sleep with a man whom she had known only for 3 months. Amit came and sat next to her. He removed the pallu of the saree covering her head.
Took her face in his hand and gazed deeply in her eyes. This was an amazing experience for Reema. Slowly he brought his lips near her face and kissed her forehead. Reema closed her eyes. He kissed her eyes and then kissed her lips.
This sent an electrifying shiver down Reema's body. Guided by her instinct she quickly embraced Amit. Slowly they parted their lips and they continued their deep kiss. As this made them to take a breath, they slowly released themselves.
Amit said "you are the most beautiful lady" and took her hand, brought her in front of the full length mirror. Standing behind her he put his palms on her shoulders and slowly moved down towards her hands.
Clasping her hands in front of her, he kissed her neck and said "many people must have said how beautiful you are. But today I will make you feel beautiful". Reema could not say anything thing. She was having a experience that was beyond any words.
Just by his kisses and caressing of her hands she felt a spams between her legs and started to feel wetness in her panties. Looking in the mirror she met Amit's eyes and gave a sigh. Slowly she gathered her courage and said to Amit "I was never touched by anyone like this.
Please stop. I am feeling embarassed". Amit told her "do not worry. Whatever you are experiencing now and will experience later is natural and most beautiful. Trust me and have faith in yourself and enjoy the most beautiful moment in our life".
Amit started to remove Reema's jewelery. First he removed the gold chain from her head arranged along the hair partition and kissed her forehead. Then he removed the earings and fondled her earlobes with his lips and gave a gentle bite.
Reema could not control herself and bit her own lips. He removed the nose ring and gave her nose a nudge with his nose. Slowly he began to remove the bangles from her hands. After removing the bangles he started caressing and kissing her hand.
Next he move his hand to her slim and delicate waist. He caressed her waist and the removed the golden waist band tied along her waist. After removing the golden waist band her started kissing her waist. Reema felt as if butterfiles were dancing on her waist.
She felt tingling sensation inside her panties. Amit then went down and touched Reema's feet. Reema was shocked to see her husband actually touching her feet which was unsual in Indian society. She stepped back.
Amit assured her not worry about such matters and enjoy what he is doing. Amit removed the anklets from her feet and kissed her feet. Reema was totally zapped and wondered what would come next. Amit stood up took her hands in his hands reassuring her and kissed them.
He released her hands, took a step back and came behind her. Standing behind her in such a way that in the mirror Reema could see only his face over her head and outer part of his body. Rest of his body was totally blocked by her.
Amit said "now please do move and keep your eyes open". Amit started unbuttoning his traditional knee length coat. He had arranged a clothes stand near the mirror so that there is no mess of clothes on the floor and there is clear view of only him and her in the mirror.
He removed the coat and streched his hand to keep the coat on the clothes stand. He saw Reema's eyes in the mirror. She had a surprised look in her eyes. Next he removed his silk kurta over his head and kept on the stand.
All the while taking care that his body is blocked by Reema's body in the mirror. He wanted to keep her guessing how a nude male looks like. Reema's exciting eyes were making him aroused. Now he proceeded to remove his silk dhoti.
He could see the shock on Reema's face. He smiled and told her to be still and look in the mirror. Reema could feel her heart beating faster. She wondered at this rate her heart would explode by the end of this night.
Amit finally untied the knot of his silk dhoti and carefully kept on the stand. He said "I am through with my clothes. Now let me do away with yours". Reema could see herself in the mirror fully clothed standing in front of her husband
who was by now completely naked but could not see his naked body. He came a bit close to her. He removed the pallu of her red silk saree from her shoulder and kissed her shoulder. Slowly he started removing her red silk saree.
Her white, fair and smmoth midriff excited him. He kissed her now exposed lower back taking care that his body remains blocked by her and his erect manhood does not touch her. After removing her saree, he kept it on the clothes stand.
Reema stood there in her red blouse and red peticoat tied at her waist above her navel. Her red blouse was covering her breasts completely Amit not even see the cleavage. Today Reema's waist long thick black hair were rolled into a big bun decorated with fragrant flowers.
Amit had always seen her hair style in single pleat. Now he proceed to remove the hair pins and flowers from her hair roll bun. The hair fell down her back. This awed Reema and excited Amit more than he had ever experienced.
Blood rushed in his manhood making it hard. His face showed his body's reaction. Reema saw his face and felt her legs tense. The buttons of Reema's blouse were at back. Amit parted her hair at the back kissed the silky thick black hair.
The fragrance of the flowers had mingled with her hair. He kept on kissing and moving her hair on his face. Then he pushed her hair to her front on either sides. The hair now were totally covering her ample breast fell till her waist.
Amit started to unbutton the blouse. Slowly one by one he unbuttoned all the six buttons. Reema was feeling very shy and felt like closing her eyes. But she liked the twinkle in the Amit's eyes in the mirror and this kept her from closing her eyes.
Amit slowly opened the blouse and moved his hands on her shoulder under the blouse. Amit moved his lips forward and started kissing her back that was now exposed. Reema couldn't stop herself from giving a deep sigh and momentarily closed her eyes.
Amit stopped kissing her back and moved his hands down from her shoulder and in process removing Reema's red blouse. Reema could see Amit removing her blouse in the mirror. This in a way was exciting Reema.
Amit kept the red blouse on the clothes stand and started caressing Reema's bare shoulders and arms. Amit could feel the straps of the silky white bra. Amit wanted to see the cups of the silky white bra covering her breasts.
Amit pulled back her long hair from the front. Reema instinctively brought her hands to cover her breasts. Amit smiled and put his palms on her palms. Amit started kissing her neck taking care not to let his erect penis touch her. Reema once again closed her eyes.
He continued kissing her neck holding her palms for a while. Slowly he pushed her hands down along her breasts. She did not resist him. Reema could feel a tingle in body as her own hands were caressing her breast over the silky white bra.
Amit brushed his hands lightly along with her hands over her breasts. Reema sensed her nipples getting hard and her thighs getting tense. Amit brought her hands on her side and said "Do not feel shy in front of me. Try to enjoy every moment".
Reema could not gather courage to tell him that though she was feeling shy, she was enjoying every moment and wanted more from him. Amit for the first time saw Reema's beautiful breasts cupped in the white sllky bra.
The bra was fully covering her breasts. Amit could see only a little cleavage. The thick white silky bra did not give him any indication of the state of her nipples. Reema saw herself in the mirror in her white silky bra.
She could see the excitement in the Amit's eyes feasting her breasts with a little cleavage that Amit had seen for the first time. Amit put his on Reema's waist. He slowly started caressing her waist.
Amit could not see her navel as Reema was wearing her peticoat above her navel. Amit brought his right hand on her stomach while caressing her and his left hand caressing her left thigh. Slowly he brought the left hand on her stomach and right hand on her right thigh.
After a while he started caressing her stomach with both the hands and started to search the knot of her peticoat. Reema now sensed that Amit was about to remove her peticoat. This raised her excitement and her heart beat.
Amit found the ends of knot of the peticoat and pulled them letting the peticoat to fall at Reema's feet. Amit now saw Reema in her white silky panties. He could now see her small but deep navel. This excited him and his penis was getting rock hard.
He caressed her bare stomach and put his finger in her navel. This gave Reema a thrilling sensation inside her panties. Reema was looking very beautiful in the thick glossy and silky white bra and panties.The thick panties did not show the wetness in her panties.
Amit put his hands on Reema's thighs and started caressing them. Slowly he went down stroking her legs. All the while Reema could see in the mirror Amit going down behind her stroking her legs but could not see Amit's nakedness.
The caressing of her legs was making her more wet inside her panties. Amit slowly lifted her legs one after another and took the peticoat and placed on the clothes stand. Seeing fair and beautiful Reema in her white silky bra and panties
with long black hair lose on her beautiful back and standing behind her fully naked with his penis rock hard dripping with precum he was finding difficult to control himself. He felt like ripping her bra and panties and ravage her body like an animal.
But he hold back himself. He wanted to honour his promise of giving her a most beautiful moment. All the while, with very little words between them, Reema and Amit were having their greatest time of the their life.
Amit then started playing with her hair that were now on her back. He kissed her hair, her back and slowly once again pushed her hair to her front covering her breasts that were cupped in her white silky bra. Amit started caressing her shoulders and kissing her neck.
Then he brought his hands on her back. Slowly he took his hand near the bra hook. Reema gulped and closed her eyes. Amit did not say anything. He unhooked the bra. Moved his hands to the bra straps and gently pushed them down.
Amit removed the bra and kept it on the clothes stand. Reema was without her bra, but the her long black hair were covering her breasts. These near naked breasts were driving wild. His penis was throbing.
Keeping his patience, he came slightly near her but not touching her with his penis. He slowly started caressing her shoulders through her hair. He kissed her neck. Moved his hands down slowly towards her breasts.
The feeling of caressing her silky hair over her breasts was driving Reema wild. She was getting wetter inside her panties. Amit reached her breasts and cupped them from behind. Reema opened her eyes.
She saw in the mirror Amit caressing her breasts through her long black hair. She saw Amit's eyes and their eye met. She was stunned by the look in his eyes. Amit slowly parted the hair from her breast and continued stroking and cupping her breasts.
Then he pulled back her hair on her back. Reema was standing only in her white silky panties. Her naked breasts were proudly standing without the support of her bra. Her nipples dark and erect had mermerising effect on Amit.
He took both the nipples in his fingers and starting rolling them. Now Reema was also finding diffcult to control her feeling. She was wanted to hold Amit tightly. She strated to turn towards Amit. He immediately stopped her and whispered in her ears "Wait.
Only one piece to go". Reema came to her senses. Now Amit will be removing her panties. Her naked and wet pussy will be exposed to him. Her proof of sexual excitement will be before him. Her gaze went down to her panties.
By this time Amit had moved his hand to her hips. He was caressing her ass covered by her panties. While caressing her ass he slowly went down behind her. Then he slowly started pulling her panties down. Reema clenched her hands.
She bit her lips but kept her eyes open. As the panties came down, her wet pussy was getting exposed first time to her husband whom she had known only for three months. Amit pulled her panties completed down and kept them at her feet.
As if in trance Reema stepped out of the panties. Amit stood behind her taking the panties in his hand. He felt the wet spot on the panties made by Reema's juices from her wet pussy. He was now confident that Reema will willingly participate
in their love making and will always long for him. He pulled Reema close to him. Held her tightly pressing his hot hard and dripping penis on lower back just above her ass. With left hand raoming on her breast he moved his right hand over hair above her pussy.
Stroking her pussy hair, he now guided his fingers over her pussy. Slowly he storked pussy lips. Reema turned her head and gave her lips to him. Amit locked his lips on Reema's lips and gave her a deep kiss.
While kissing her, he continued to explore her virginal pussy lips with his fingers. This was exciting Reema to her limits. Reema could feel Amit's hot, hard and slippery penis on her back. She wondered how it looked like. Amit slowly released the grip on Reema.
Still kissing her and turned her towards him brushing his hot and hard penis on her. Now both were in facing each other. He brought her still closer to him. This made Reema's soft and smooth breasts with dark hard nipples press on Amit
bare body and Amit's hot and hard penis pressing on her stomach. For both of them this was their first divine experience. They stopped kissing and took a deep breath. Amit took a step back. Both of them started admiring each other body.
They started to caress the bare body of their partners. Amit started to caress Reema's soft but firm breasts adored by dark and hard nipples. Reema could not keep herself from staring the proudly standing erect penis and started to explore the hot and hard penis of her husband.
Amit experinced for the first time a woman's hand stroking his penis. It was now Amit's turn to close his eyes while enjoying the gentle strokes for his wife's hand over his erect penis. After a while both of them hugged tightly.
Amit the lifted Reema in his arms and carried her to their bed. Reema was now eager to experience the next move of her husband. Amit laid beside her and started caressing her face, then her breasts and slowly moved to her navel. He fingered her navel for some time.
Then he moved his hand started to stroke her pussy lips. Slowly he entered his finger in her nether lips finding her vital spot. He started to stroke her gentle on that spot. Reema started breathing heavily.
As soon as her breathing became rhythmic he mounted her and started to stroke her pussy with his hot hard and slippery penis. Juices from both of them were now mingling to give smooth feeling.
Reema instinctively spread her legs to welcome the invasion of husbands's penis inside her virginal pussy lips. Amit now increased his thrust while kissing Reema on her neck and earlobes. Now both of them were breathing and moving their bodies a uniform rhythm.
They were now in the seventh heaven in a blissful union. Amit finally gave a thrust to enter her fully and Reema tightened her grip on Amit's back pushing her long finger nails. The feeling on pleasure and pain to both of them was something beyond description.
Amit could feel the spasms of her virginal pussy on his hard penis. Reema reached her climax and gave a bite on Amit's shoulder. Amit immediately ejaculated inside the Reema's virginal pussy.
They continued hugging and kissing for a while and then relaxed by rolling on their sides. They never realised when they slept experiencing the most beautiful moment in their life.
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A Horny MILF - A SEXCITING story by me
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Posted:Jun 15, 2011 6:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2012 6:13 pm
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Mita rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass undulating as she almost ran down the hall to the bedroom. Stripping off her Jeans and Shirt. Mita ran her hands over her bra and then removed it. Her luscious breasts spilled from the brassiere cups, standing out from her rib cage. Her quivering, pink-tipped nipples firm from hinking about screwing. It would be nice if someone would touch her nipples.
She quickly rushed into the shower, lathered her body with soap suds and hot water, then just as quickly rinsed with cold water, almost leaping out of the shower to dry, humming while she rubbed the towel over her body until it glowed from the cold water rinse and the towel.
Mita Akhter stood nude in front of the bathroom mirror while she applied her make up. Her glowing complexion required very little aid from the few items of make-up sitting on the wash basin cabinet. However, Mita enjoyed making the best of her looks. A touch of blue eye shadow on the lids of her big black eyes. A quick touch of eyeliner from a dark pencil outlined her lids, a little line drawn outward to make her already wide extra long lashed sensual eyes look even more sensual. A brush dusted in a pale pink blush make-up, applied to her high cheek bones brought just a highlight of color to her pink cheeks.
Carefully, the beautiful lady unscrewed the top of her lipstick and applied the glossy color to her full lower lip then more lightly to her upper lip. Satisfied, she stepped back one step, looked at herself in the mirror, turning her head first one way, then the other. "Not bad for an old lady of thirty-two," Mita thought.
She had no complaints about her thick mop of long black hair, with a hint of a soft natural curl which made it easy to both shampoo and brush. Mita's milk white skin can make anyone's heart stop beating. She placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her breasts, looking at herself in the mirror. The thick curls of fur on her pussy were exactly the same color and softness of curl as the hair crowning her head. The line of hair ending at the bottom of her firm belly was so straight that it looked as if it were shaved by a razor.
Her breasts were another matter entirely. They were a shade too heavy for her slim torso and very tiny waist. Mita normally wore a thirty six bra with a true fit somewhere between a C cup and a D cup. The last time Mita had used a tape measure, she had a figure that totaled out to thirty six and a half around her chest, a very tiny twenty-three around her waist and her buttocks were thirty five inches when measured at the fullest part of her ass.
Mita turned around, looking at her naked buttocks and back over her shoulder, practicing a sexy look, eyes half closed, wetting her full lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue. She wriggled her body at her image in the mirror, looking at the deep cleft between the cheeks of her ass, watching to see how firm she was. The protruding cheeks of her ass were so firm that they hardly even quivered, even though they stuck out almost more than she would have liked.
Her full boobs, were another story. They quivered, shivered and jiggled like jell-o any time she moved and were the part of her anatomy that men always looked at hard, after they finished staring at her face. Sometimes it became most embarrassing the way men stared at her tits, even though it did turn her on and make her feel especially sexy. When they looked, she would fantasize about fucking the man staring at her, with him sucking and making love to her tits.
That was if she was facing a man. If he was behind her, Mita knew that it was her curved ass that they liked as they looked. One of her favorite tricks, was to look suddenly over her shoulder and catch some poor man staring at her ass, look him straight in the eye and then smile. Most of the time they got caught looking and they turned red and looked away, but sometimes, when they smiled back, Mita would feel the heated moisture gather in the folds of her soft pussy.
Casting her eyes over her nude body, Mita decided that she was lucky that she was a beautiful woman as she dashed from the bathroom to her closet. She slid the hangers in her closet to find a dress to get the attention of men. Quickly finding a pair of new panties in her dresser, she changed into the new lacy bikini bottoms that didn't cover much of the curvaceous cheeks of her ass.
Slipping the red sleeveless blouse through her hands, Mita buttoned it to leave a generous cleavage of her soft tits showing. Then she put the red petticoat on and tied the knot at a little higher from her vagina, leaving her deep sexy navel exposed. It made her luscious figure even more sensual. Then she rolled and put on her red chiffon sari. She then looked at the mirror and became proud once
more of herself. After dressing and a little make up, Mita snapped off her bedroom light and left the bedroom, sauntering downstairs.
Mita twirled to show off her dress, the red dress made the white lady even more beautiful. Her full tits strained against the warm fabric, quivering with no support from a bra. Her husband, Manik, admired her dress, patted her curved ass and grabbed her hand. He had a thought of pulling that dress off her gorgeous body and fuck her right there on the floor.
They decided to go to a movie that evening. The theater was dark and Manik guided Mita to the steps that led to the upper balcony, walking higher until they were at the back row. Peering into the dark, they both tried to see if anyone was in the seats at the rear. Just then, the rear rows were illuminated when one of the patrons lit a cigarette. Manik led Mita as they settled into the soft seats. Of the thirty or so seats in the last row, most were empty, as they sat back and looked at the screen.
After sometime, the sex scenes were being showed quite often. The film showed two young women licking on the erect cock of a young man lying on the floor of what appeared to be a living room. Both girls slowly sucking and twirling their wet, pink tongues around the head of his prick and one held his testicles, gently kneading and squeezing. Mita watched with interest. Her initial embarrassment being in the theater slowly leaving her, as the three beautiful people on the screen progressed into ever increasing sexual situations. The male ran his hands over the tits of one girl, pressing the soft flesh and pinching the pink nipple gently, then running his hand down to slide a finger into the wet hole of the other. The juicy cunt he was finger-fucking left a slick coating of oily lubricating wetness on his finger.
Mita could feel the juices from her own pussy wetting her opening and she squirmed slightly in the seat and leaned over closer to Manik's arm. Manik pulled her sari a little high and caressed her thigh, running his hand over the fullness of her upper leg. His fingers touching the hem of her dress, raising it and drifting his fingers over the smooth warmth of her leg. His hand drew her dress higher and his fingers touched the silky band at the crotch of her new panties, feeling the hot slick wetness seeping through the silky fabric.
Mita squirmed again, slightly spreading her thighs so Manik's fingers could have access to her tingling cunt. She kept her eyes on the screen while his finger teased at her pussy through the wetness of her panties. Her breathing became shorter as he stroked the length of the crevice between her thighs, probing and moving around in the sweet, wet junction buried in her cunt hairs.
Mita sensed a movement to her right and saw a man moving closer to them. He seated himself one seat over, leaving an empty seat between them. Mita started to pull her dress down over her exposed thighs and then realized that whatever the man could see was no different than what he could see on the screen. At first, she felt uncomfortable with the stranger sitting so close to her, then on second thought, she felt the sexual thrill of his voyeurism.
She watched him out of the corner of her eyes. He was not watching them. Not directly, but his head was turned closer to them than to the screen. She was very excited by the thought of that man watching her husband stroke her pussy through the thin covering of her panties, knowing she could turn him on even more by showing him much more of her long legs and thighs.
Mita tried to imagine what the stranger was thinking. "Look at that sexy lady and the guy with her. I bet she's getting turned on with his fingers in her pussy. I'd like to fuck her. I'd like to see her cunt. Maybe if I move over closer, I could see better."
In response to her own thoughts and urges, Mita squirmed, sliding down in the seat, moving her sari higher and very slowly exposing her thighs up to her new panties. She glanced over at the man on her right, finding that he'd turned his head and was staring at her legs and Manik's caressing fingers on her hot pussy. Mita squirmed around more in the seat, looking directly at the man's face, raising the hem of her sari higher, opening her legs to give him a better view. He stared harder at her legs and thighs, looking at her panties, tempting Mita to give him a really good show.
Mita whispered in Manik's ear, "Dear, I've got to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." She carefully made her way past the others in the row, undulating down the steps at the side and slowly moving to see if she could catch sight of any of the men masturbating. One man had both hands in his lap, moving, but before Mita could see if he had his prick out, she was past him, not wanting to stop and look back.
Leaving the rest room, Mita walked to the top of the stairs, slowly swinging her hips as she climbed, glancing at the men as she passed, moving to the rear row. Mita looked down at the lap of the man who had been seated to her right. She slowed as she brushed by his knees, waited for him to stand up and then pressed her firmly curved ass against him as he stood to let her pass. Mita imagined that she could feel the swelling bulge of the man's prick against her firm ass as she slithered slowly past, squirming her buttocks over and against his groin. She paused, pressing her ass harder against him, squirming slightly, teasing him with the firm roundness of her buttocks, pleased with the feeling of sexual excitement
growing in her loins.
After sitting by her husband, she again looked over at the man, noticing now that he had both hands in his lap, covering his groin. "Bet he has a hard cock under those hands." thought Mita, "Watching those people on the screen probably has his cock dripping and he is holding it down. I hope I made it harder when I brushed against him."
Manik put a hand back on her leg, fingers slipping slowly, ever so slowly, up her soft inner thighs, reaching for her pussy. Manik almost jumped as his fingers touched the soft ringlets of hair around her bare cunt, his fingers feeling the seeping moisture gathered at the pulpy slit between her legs. She whispered in his ears, "I took them off so you could get a good feel! The trip to the bathroom was an excuse."
Manik's fingers sought the wet opening when she opened her thighs wider and raised her ass to let his fingers probe her slit. Mita pulled her sari from beneath her ass, pulling it up until her long slim legs were visible in the dim light. Shen then pulled the "Pallu" of her Sari down and her slim curved tummy was exposed. Her soft and curly pussy hair clearly visible in the reflected light from the screen.
She made an oblique glance at the man on her right to see if he had noticed her open thighs, and again, imagined his thoughts. "Look at that cunt. My cock's so hard I think I'll sneak it out and flog it a little while I watch her get finger fucked."
Mita decided that she'd try to encourage the man to bring his prick out where she could see it. Her face turned to the screen, but her eyes watched the stranger out of the corner. Mita watched, holding her breath, as his zipper drew slowly and quietly down. His hand slithering into the opening as he opened his fly. Mita watched as he felt down inside, fishing for his cock, then slowly, slowly easing it past the metal teeth of his zipper.
She felt moisture gush from the folded pink lips of her pussy as he took his cock out. Sneaking it up, holding one hand over the head, covering the rest of his cock with the other. He was softly and surreptitiously stroking it beneath his hands until she turned and stared directly at his hands. Slowly his hand uncovered his cock, exposing his organ to her. Stroking his large, meaty prick slowly, while he stared at the wet junction between her open legs.
Hard and impressive, his thick dick filled his stroking hand, the upper length showing over his moving fist as he stroked. The thickness, even in the dim reflected light from the screen, was most impressive to the sexually excited housewife. Mita's already wet pussy emitted even more honey, as she looked with unabashed glee at the semi-erect organ that she'd enticed into the open. Although his eyes didn't seem to leave the screen, his hand continued stroking and Mita knew he was aware of her watching him jerk off his cock. He raised his body, lowering his arm to allow an unobstructed view of his masturbation.
In the mean time, Manik moved his head back, his finger pressing harder on her swollen and slippery clit. Mita turned her head back to watch the prick being stroked a few feet away from her eyes, while the pressure of Manik's finger brought her to a long shuddering climax. Her wetness washed over Manik's fingers as her breathing caught in the sheer sensuality of her husband's fingers buried in her pussy and a stranger's big, hot prick being masturbated before her eyes at the same time.
Mita became more aware of the masturbator's eyes, looking up for a glance at his face. His eyes were fastened to the fingers at the junction of her slim legs as he continued to raise and lower his hand on his long prick. If anything, Mita got more turned on. Spreading her legs even more, her fingers slipped down to raise her sari still higher. Slowly, her fingers pressed the cloth of her sari and petticoat against her smooth thighs, slowly pulling the soft dress higher on her legs, while watching the man's face.
The stranger leaned forward in his seat to watch the sari being hiked higher on her slim legs, while Mita wriggled with pleasure as she continued to raise the hem to allow him an unobstructed view of her pussy. She paused with the hemline of her sari just below her wet warm pussy, then squirmed on the seat and raised the hem past the curly ringlets of her pussy, while staring at his face.
His intense gaze was centered on her cunt, his hand fondling his erect prick with lusty abandon at the show Mita was putting on for him. Enjoying the feeling of sensuality, she now toyed with the buttons of the blouse, slowly unfastening them one by one. When the last of the buttons were undone, Mita shrugged her shoulders. Her blouse opened. She slowly lifted her fingers to the opening, pulling the blouse open past the nipples of her naked breasts. Taking a deep breath, Mita shrugged her shoulders, spilling her soft full breasts out of the opening, where they stood proudly, jiggling in the reflected light of the screen. Manik's voice in her ear said, "I think you just came with a finger in your pussy, while you watched the movie. Did you like having a finger in your wet cunt while you watch a hardcore movie?"
"Oh yes! I'm hotter than a firecracker, just watching and having you feel me. I like watching those." But she thought "My dear Husband, if u knew what is turning me on!" and smiled. Manik's fingers left her pussy to slide the zipper of his pants and quickly his throbbing, erect penis was standing from his lap like a spear. Her fingers curled around Manik's prick, feeling the good, strong hardness and began to stroke him. Suddenly she had a naughty idea.
She slowly lowered her right arm and hand to the empty seat between them, palm up, fingers curling as though holding his prick as her wrist made small jerking motions on the empty seat, as if she had his cock in her empty hand and was masturbating it. The stranger looked at her hand, then her face to see her level eyes open with invitation as she opened her naked thighs wider for his inspection.
With slow movements, he slipped from his seat into the empty seat next to Mita, as she removed her arm from the seat and rested it on the armrest between them. Her hand was hanging over the armrest. Mita removed the stranger's hand from his cock and replaced it with her own. She let a small moan escape her as she thrilled to the feel of another man's cock in her hand. She marveled at its hardness and heat.
Now, with both pricks in her hands, Mita found and kept a rhythm, jerking both men off. It was obvious that they both were enjoying the sexy women jerking them off in public. They were both moaning and beginning to hump their hips in response to her movements. Very shortly and from long experience, she knew Manik was about to come. She maintained her movements, stroking the length of both cocks and was soon rewarded with a loud moan from Manik and a long spurt of his cum up and into the light from the screen. The stranger must have been watching, because almost immediately, he, too, shot stream after stream of thick cum on to the back of the seat in front of him.
Mita never felt hotter than she did at that second. Her hands were covered with the men's cooling cum, so she dressed again loosely and made her way out to the restroom.
She was almost to the Ladies' room door when she realized she was being followed. She turned to find a 18 years old young boy stepping up to her. He smiled a charming smile, "I was watching your performance up there. You are terrific."
Mita returned his smile, "You're a bad boy to be watching other people. You should be punished."
"Sure. I have come to get punishment from you. How about jerking me off, now?"
"Why, how crude! Why should I?"
The boy grinned and lowered his zipper, "How's this for a reason?" He had produced a very hard and very large cock, pointing directly at Mita. Mita got turned on by a so young boy, who was to get attracted towards young virgin. But he was getting attracted towards her.
"I'm not going to jerk that monster off, but follow me."
They both stepped into the Ladies' room. Mita raised her sari up to her waist as she leaned back against the cold porcelain of a sink. The boy walked his big cock up to and into Mita's hot, steamy, dripping cunt. There were no niceties. Both knew that this was going to be fast and furious, each seeking a needed release with the help of the other.
The boy was young and strong and pounded his hardness into her tight cunt. Out and in, almost its entire length on each stroke. Mita, fully aroused by the dual jerkoff in the theater, was near a colossal climax when the boy penetrated her. Now, just a few strokes later, she surrendered totally to the immense wave of the orgasm that was washing over every cell in her body. The boy continued his pounding and Mita continued coming, moaning, grunting, almost shouting with the pleasure each stroke was giving her.
The boy speeded up his thrusts, grunting, "Yea, oh, yea!" through his gritted teeth. Mita could feel him tense up with his approaching orgasm and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Come on! Fuck me! Really shove it into me! Fill my cunt with your cum!"
It was all the urging the young man needed. His cock erupted in her steaming cunt. Each of his thrusts was now lifting Mita's feet off the floor with its force and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Finally, the boy slowed his assault on her pussy. His cock made a loud slurping noise as he removed it from her tight, wet cunt, causing both of them to laugh. The young man was zipping up when he smiled at Mita and said, "I know it's a corny joke, but...Thanks, I really did need that! I was a virgin."
Mita gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked out the Ladies's room door and back to her seat.
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