Next week I got some work in Mumbai for a month. Natasha became sad. But I was to go there in any case.
I reached at new place. I became very busy. Hardly I was getting Sunday to talk to Natasha. She was feeling very lonely.
Anyways, after a month I came back on Sunday afternoon.
As soon as she saw me, she hugged me tightly.
Tears welled in her eyes. She felt the dam holding back her emotions break down. She cried like a baby, releasing tears on to my breasts and arms.
She said, “Malti didi I became lonely, I can not explain how I passed this one month.”
I said, I know darling, I can understand.
She prepared tea.
At night, she prepared dinner. After dinner, it was around ten, Natasha came to my bedroom and sat beside me.
Then placing her hands on my cheeks, suddenly she kissed me. I just smiled. She moved her hands down – one to my neck caressing it and the other behind my back. She whispered, “I love you Malti didi.” I could see naughtiness in her eyes.
“I missed you,” she said and began to kiss me again. She kissed me on my lips, on chin.She nibbled me on my right ear, bit me on my neck, while her hands moved inside my top and fondled my breasts. One month separation made her so voluptuous.
I was aroused. I started kissing her passionately, squeezing her left breast through her top with one hand, while with the other hand I fumbled with the button on her pants. I managed to unbutton and unzip them easily. I pushed my hand into her panties, ruffling through her pubic hair. She spread her legs, allowing me easier access to her vagina. As we continued to kiss, I found her clitoris and began to flick it hard, up and down. She moaned, opening her mouth wider, I took the opportunity to kiss every particle of her lips, her mouth, her tongue hungrily, while continuing to stroke her clitoris firmly.
“Need… something… inside me,” she said softly, as I continued to kiss her and play with her clitoris.
“Inside, pleaaase!” she begged, looking down into my eyes.
I smiled up at her, looking mischievously into her eyes, I spread her vaginal lips and inserted my left index finger inside gently. She moaned softly. I was moving my finger in and out of her vagina slowly.
I felt Natasha’s vagina got wetter and warmer with every thrust; she was now moaning loud enough. Her face was flushed red and strained from the unfinished sexual business of her genitals. She was breathing hard through her mouth.
“Harder… Malti didi,” Natasha whispered.
I obliged, increasing the speed with which I was massaging Natasha’s clitoris and thrusting my two fingers in and out of her. Natasha spread her legs as wide as she could; her face was tense and open, breathing hard through her open mouth. I saw her belly muscles tighten and loosen, and Natasha began reclining lower, grinding against my fingers and thumb.
“Harder… please,” She whispered, breathing heavily.
I increased the speed of thrusting even more, until my fingers were going at Natasha’s insides almost mechanically. Her vagina squelched loudly with every insertion.
“I’m close,” Natasha whispered, panting.
I rammed her even harder with my fingers, while rubbing her clitoris hard into her pubic bone. Natasha screamed with pleasure. I felt Natasha’s orgasm start around my fingers as her vaginal walls began clenching and unclenching around them. I saw Natasha’s rectum expand and contract with the force of her orgasm; her hips shook violently, her entire body shuddered as she continued to scream throughout the waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing through her sporadically.
Finally, after the waves of ecstasy quietened, Natasha stopped shuddering with her eyes closed. My fingers still inside her vagina.“Be with me, Malti didi,” Natasha said.
I slowly extricated my fingers from inside Natasha. Natasha groaned as I removed them from insider her vagina. I smiled and began licking Natasha’s vaginal juices off my fingers.
After ten minutes or so Natasha said, “Come, I’ll finish you off Malti didi.”
She started peeling off my clothes, kissing me passionately. Suddenly she stopped.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking genuinely concerned, even as she explored the cleavage between my ample breasts with two of her fingers.
“Let me bring something for you, first,” Natasha smiled mischievously and replied and went to her bedroom. I sighed and started taking off my remaining clothes.
Natasha re-appeared back in the room. I saw that she was wearing nothing except what seemed to be a large strap-on fake-penis toy emanating from her pubic region, strapped around her hips with elastic bands.
I astonished, “What is this? From where you bought this. Oh my God!!! It is almost nine inches?”
Natasha laughed,”Yes it is nine inches. I bought for you”
I laughed and gestured for Natasha to come over to me. She hurriedly came near me and started kissing – munching on me. With her hands, Natasha pushed into behind my back, squeezing my hips hard. Natasha began licking my neck, on the right side first, as she continued to play with my hips. She then started biting down all over my neck, holding both my hips in a constantly firm, almost painful squeeze. I gasped with part-pain and part-pleasure, holding on to Natasha with my arms around her back. Natasha began digging her nails into my hips even as she clutched them firmly.
The delicate touch of Natasha’s hands and the warm softness of her sucking contrasted with the wildness of her bites, was like fire and ice for me. I moved my arms which had so far been holding on to Natasha’s back, down to her ample hips, massaging them gently. With one finger, I began exploring the crack between Natasha’s hips, finding her way to Natasha’s rectal lips and pinched her on her rectum. Natasha squealed.
And then, Natasha kissed me; engulfing my lips with her own, licking them furiously.
“Put it inside me, Natasha,” I, freeing myself from Natasha’s hungry kiss.
She gently pushed me on to the bed, lying down on top of me, kissing me all the while – Natasha’s strap-on forming an unusual bony barrier between me and Natasha.
“Enter me,” I whispered. I spread my legs for Natasha to penetrate me with the strap-on.
“Wait, I’ll get some lubricant,” Natasha said, sitting up, moving away from my embrace as if to get up.
“No, can’t wait,” I said irately, “I am wet enough. Just put it in!”
Natasha smiled and put lot of saliva on strap-on.
My vagina was tight and even though the strap-on was wet with Natasha’s saliva, it entered me only about an inch and a half to begin with. Slowly, I started bucking my big hips up and down, even as Natasha began to thrust slowly. With some difficulty, the strap-on penetrated me about half of its entire length, deep enough for me to start thrusting without fear of the toy pulling out.
Natasha started thrusting slowly.
With every thrust, I felt the strap-on go deeper and deeper until finally it was fully inside. I let out a gasp of pleasure as the strap-on finally fully
penetrated me.
Natasha smiled “It’s in… fully, Malti didi”.
She smiled and began thrusting the strap-on hard with her pelvis, in and out of me. I squealed with delight at the first few thrusts before settling into a pattern of loud rhythmic moans as the strap-on moved in and out of me. As she thrust in and out, Natasha began nibbling and biting on my neck; I spread my legs to their widest.By now, my vagina had started making almost fart-like squelching sounds as the strap-on moved in and out of it.
“Harder,” I pleaded between moans.
Natasha obliged, doubling the speed of her insertions. My vagina was seething with the heat of what I knew was an orgasm building up. Natasha moved on to my left ear, nibbling on it, biting it, as she fucking me hard; I felt my vagina squirt pre-orgasmic fluid hard out like a jet-spray, drenching my loins and thighs, in addition to Natasha’s as well. I felt Natasha’s perky breasts slam against my voluminous ones.
Natasha moved her hands from under my waist down to my hips, cradling them, nestling them in her hands. She applied pressure and lifted my hips into the air a little, with almost superhuman strength, even as she continued to drill the strap-on in and out of my vagina. The effect was almost instantaneous; the changed angle of the thrusting drove me insane with ecstasy; the strap-on was rubbing against my clitoris as it went in and out.
“Harder baby… minute… away,” I pleaded breathlessly.
Natasha grasped and lifted my hips even more into the air in response, increasing the speed with which she penetrated in and out of my vagina to an almost mechanical, humanly impossible speed. I moaned like a madwoman, my vagina squelching even louder than her.
“Yes, cum for me, Malti didi” Natasha whispered in my left ear, engulfing it entirely in her mouth.
The orgasm began somewhere inside my belly, just below my navel – a spot the strap-on was hitting with ferocious speed in addition to my clitoris. I moved my hips into the air pressing my body tight against Natasha, lifting my back off the bed. I yelled as the ecstatic power of the orgasm unleashed. Natasha stopped thrusting recognising the expression from my face, making sure to keep the strap-on inside me as deep as it could go. The orgasm spread out in waves: contracting my belly muscles in and out first before my vaginal walls began clasping and unclasping the strap-on with a manic fury. My hips wobbled wildly in the air and my legs shook. Then as the force of the orgasmic waves began to subside, I moved my hips back to the bed but the orgasm went on. My vagina continued to clench and unclench the strap-on though now with a gentler fury, now releasing what seemed like a gargantuan amount of jet-spray fluid, drenching groins and thighs completely.
“Are you done, Malti didi?” Natasha whispered in her ear.
“Nooooo…” I whispered back moaning. My vagina was still grasping on to the strap-on in sporadic waves. “Keep it inside, please,” I pleaded.
Finally, when I was done, I opened my eyes and saw Natasha’s face one foot away from me.
“What are you looking at?” I asked, smiling shyly.
“Your face and chest is red as a beetroot,Malti didi,” Natasha replied, laughing.
“Well, you can pull out now,” I said. Natasha pulled out the strap-on slowly. I moaned as it exited my vagina, shuddering with a last tingle of pleasure. Natasha got up and untied the strap-on from around her waist and hips.
I sat up; my thighs were still shaking from the force of the orgasm.
“Natasha, give me the strap-on,” I said smiling. “Your turn to get fucked.”
Natasha laughed and handed the sex toy over to me. I pushed up the elastic bands up through my feet, up my thighs, over to my hips, making the strap-on stick out from my pubic area.
“I would love to be fucked doggy style, Malti didi,” Natasha said with a naughty smile. She was on to all fours, presenting her voluptuous hips to my view.
“Lube?” I asked.
“No need,” Natasha replied smiling, looking back at me, her ample breasts wobbling as she turned back to respond. “Just enter me quickly.”