We Meet Again
Date: 01.02.2010Keywords: Meet, We, Again,
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"Yes beti! Yes!"
He opened his mouth and kissed her for the first time. His lips caressed her lips tasting on them himself and her. Just as she too tasted their combined juices on him. They slid to the floor.
Sunita lay back, her legs opened, knees bent, in the classical missionary position. Submitting herself to this man. Shom kneeled in front of her and lifted her body up, to the level where her cunt was splayed over his cock. He held her hips and thrust her onto his eager bobbing member. Sunita gasped as she felt the cock plumb her depths. Her shoulder blades were resting on the ground and the rest of her was hanging in air and she was impaled on his cock.
He moved his buttocks to piston in and out of her cunt. Sunita thrust back as hard as she could. She had to conquer Shom uncle before he tore her apart today. Her clothes were spread and tangled with his dhoti. Her blouse was torn and hanging back from her arms. Her bra was open. Her breasts were jiggling in rhythm with the thrusting. And her cunt was pulsating with a rhythm all her own.
She reach for his arms and pulled herself up. Her hands went around his neck. Her legs folded around his back. Shom's hands cupped her buttocks as he supported her easily in his arms.
She looked into his eyes. Her eyes were radiating a new kind of love for this man. Affection, sympathy and lust had melted to yield a deep bond of love. She fucked him back, smiling. "Uncle. I love you! I love you taking me, owning me and making me yours!" she whispered. She moved closer to him snuggling around his neck and used the leverage to slide over his cock in rapid quick thrusts.
"Yes my love! I enjoy you for what you are! Thank you!" he replied.
Then there was silence. Just the fucking in rhythm. Him concentrating on her. And she making sure she was pounding onto his cock on the correct spots. The squelching sounds. The moans and the sighs. The sounds of kissing. Then the rising crescendo of oohs and aahs.
As Sunita held him to her and thrust her hips against him, she once again was looking over his shoulder towards the staircase. Once again, she saw Deepa there. Sunita and Shom were more naked than the last time. They were coupled more deeply than ever, Sunita spread and wrapped around Shom, and Shom buried and thrusting inside her. Deepa shook her head slowly in disbelief. Clearly, her father and her friend were beyond that basic act of sympathetic love which she had witnessed the last time.
Sunita smiled at Deepa and closed her eyes. She felt her orgasm rising and it felt like Shom was rising to cum too.
She threw her head back and laughed as she continued to receive and fuck back at Shom.
A deep guttural "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh" emanated from Shom as his cock swelled up to impossibly large proportions.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww yesssssssssssssssssssssss!" responded Sunita, a wide smile spreading across her face.
They held each other and shuddered deeply. Shom laid back Sunita and held her legs over his shoulder. He embedded himself as deeply as he could. Sunita gasped as she felt him deep in her womb, the head reared and warm jets of semen filling her. She bucked and rocked, taking in as much of it as she could. Deepa's eyes were transfixed on the tensed and rippling muscles of her father's back, from shoulder to buttocks. She noticed the spasms as he released into her friend.
And she noticed Sunita's ass thrusting against her father as she twisted, turned and gave vent to her orgasm.
"Sunita beti!" shuddered Shom as the last of his spasms emptied into Sunita.
"Yes, Uncle. My dear uncle!" whispered back Sunita. As he let her legs down, she let her heels beat a mild tattoo on his back all the way down, his buttocks and to the back of his thighs. Shom shuddered at each of those and was completely spent.
He lay on her and she hugged him tight.
She held his head in hands and looked into his eyes.
"Don't ever complicate this by thinking of what we were for all these years. We just need each other and we will simply take each other. Right?" she asked.
He stroked her face and pushed her hair back. He was breathless. His throat was constricted. All he could do was nod.
She patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle move! It is getting late for me."
She re-tied her saree, covering her torn blouse with the saree pallo and demurely stepped down the stairs to see if she could find a new set of clothes to wear for her days work.
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Keywords: Meet, We, Again,