Anisha in Love Ch. 03

CHAPTER THREE

Anisha woke to find that her period had finished and it was the brightest morning of her life. Even her name was new as she had decided to drop Anisha as being too virginal and innocent sounding.

But there were to be other, more important changes. Within a couple of days, her apartment would be ready. Tushar was paying the rent for it for the first year and his wife was helping her furnish it and make it comfortable.

She was invited to spend the evening at their house and that, she decided would be the biggest change of all. She sensed that she would go to bed with both of them and that she would never be the same after.

As she dressed, she wondered what it would be like to press her face into a woman's crotch and suck and lick her pussy. Anisha guessed there would be other acts as well and wondered what they would be and whether she would enjoy them all. The thought made her tremble so that she had difficulty fitting her lush breasts into the cups of her bra.

At the office, Tushar greeted her warmly and she saw an exciting light in his eyes as he asked whether her period was finished and she told him it was. Both knew what that meant, but neither said anything about it and she wondered how excited he was.

When he went into his private office, Tushar left the door open and she knew he was looking under her open front desk to see her thighs. She did nothing to hide them and as the morning passed and excitement kept growing for her, she raised the hem of her dress higher and gradually parted her thighs until she felt sure Tushar could see the crotch of her panties.

Once, while he was talking on the phone and she saw his glance focus on her crotch, she put a hand there and rubbed gently, a look of passion on her face in case he happened to look in that direction.

Finishing the phone call, he told her he had to go out for a while and would be back after lunch. As he did, he rubbed at the front of his pants and called her a teasing bitch, but he said it with a grin and she gave him a warm smile in reply.

Tushar returned to the office shortly after two and called her into his office. He closed the door behind her and she smelled that he had included drinks with his lunch, something unusual for him since he tended to save his drinking for evening hours. Despite his enjoyment of sex play, during business hours he tended to stick to business, the care and handling of his empire which he could cash in for millions at any time he chose.

But business was the furthest thing from his mind as he took Anisha in his arms and kissed her with such passion that she felt the kiss right in her crotch and in her tummy.

When the kiss ended after her buttocks had been well fondled and her tummy had rubbed against the hard bulge of his erection, he went to sit on the couch and surprised her by having her stand in front of him.

"All right, Anisha," he told her with a strange look on his face, "you teased me with your panties this morning, now do it again. Pull your dress up nice and slowly, all the way to your waist. I'm going to have a good look at your pretty little panties this time."

Trembling, wondering whether he was going to take her right there on the couch in the office, Anisha took the hem of her dress in both hands and pulled it slowly upward, over the expanded tops of her nylons, then up over lush thighs, thighs which could have made her Miss America. When her panties came into view, she jerked the garment all the way up to her waist.

Anisha posed that way for a little while, wondering why he didn't touch her, then she turned slowly around to show him a little of her magnificently rounded buttocks the sheer nylon panties covered.

She felt his hands then, but they were not fondling her as she had expected. Instead, they were pulling her panties down, all the way down until they were at her feet and he helped her step out of them.

Tushar got up then and had her lie on her back on the couch, making her sure she was going to get then what she hadn't expected until they reached his home. On command, she bent her knees up and opened her hot crotch wide. Below the bushy crown of her mons veneris, her crotch was hairless and smooth, pink lips neat and smooth, seeming to pout a little as though silently begging for something to come between them and stretch them wide apart.

The man got on the couch then and she groaned as she saw him licking his lips. As his tongue moved between them, she wanted to cry out for him to lick that way down in her crotch, between her tender pink lips which were already working in a sucking motion.

She watched as his face approached her crotch, then she felt an exhalation of moist, warm breath right on her organ, his open mouth within an inch of it.

And then, to her surprise and frustration, the face drew back, a devilish grin on it. Kneeling up, he opened his fly, reached inside and, after a brief pause, pulled out his beautiful big penis. Still grinning, he pulled the foreskin farther back from the big head to reveal the pink neck of it.

"Want some, Anisha?" he asked as he waved the hard rod at her and smiled. "Want to feel this big, still cock stretching your almost virginal little pussy?"

"Yes," she panted, "yes. Oh God how I want it. I've never felt this way in my life. Oh Tushar, I'm out of my mind. Give it to me. Stuff it into my pussy and fuck me until I die." As she groaned the words, her naked behind bounced up and down on the couch.

He lowered himself onto her, slowly, the head of his tool hitting her sensitive, silken inner thighs, then he put a hand between them and guided his organ downward so that it touched between the satiny globes of her buttocks.

Holding it, Tushar drew it up slowly, all the way up, the velvet head rubbing her pouting lips until it reached the foliage of her generously fleshed mount of love. After it rubbed there, causing him to shudder as her belly fleece tickled the sensitive head, Tushar sent it slowly back down to the center of her warm slit, gave a slow push and stretched her tight aperture as the head pushed in. He left if there for about a minute, then groaned as he pulled it out and knelt in her wide open crotch.

"God, what a sweet, tight little pussy," he told her, then put his stiff tool back in his pants. "What a pity I'm going to have to wait until this evening to get my prick into it."

"Oh no," she groaned in frustration, "give it to me now, Tushar. Fuck me, don't leave me like this. I can't stand it."

"You did your teasing when I was on the phone this morning," he told her as he picked up her panties and tossed them to her. "I did mine just now. Cover up that sweet little pussy before it catches cold."

Anisha groaned again and rubbed her thighs together, then his grin became infectious and despite the gnawing frustration, she was able to laugh.

"Damn you, Tushar," she said as she pulled her panties on and snugged them around her, "you're a sadist."

"Think so?" he asked, his grin widening. "Wait until you're lying across my thighs tonight and I'm spanking that beautiful ass of yours. I'll make you like it too, I'll make you into a lovely masochist. Have you ever had your ass spanked?"

"No. Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't lie to you, Anisha. My wife loves to have her bottom spanked until her cheeks glow and tingle. You'll learn to like that too. Now be a good girl, go back to your desk and do lots of work. Five o'clock isn't that far off."

"This time, her smile was weak and accompanied by a groan as she faced the prospect of spending a long two hours at her desk, her body hungry for sex, even if that brand of sex included a spanking. She wondered if it would make her cry, but decided not to ask.

"Oh Anisha," he called as she left the office, leaving the door open behind her, "come back a minute, there's something I forgot to tell you."

She returned, wondering what new goodie he had to tease her with.

"What I forgot to tell you is that we're going home now. Nisha's waiting for us and she's every bit as horny as you are and as I am. Let's go."

Her face lit up and she gave a little squeal of delight as he patted the seat of her dress, picked up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder.

On the way out, they stopped at the desk of the office manager, a stout, stern looking woman in her forties. As he spoke to her, Anisha saw clearly the big bulge of erection in his pants and saw the woman look at it too. Anisha guessed he wanted her to see it, wanted her to know that he was taking his secretary to bed and it was for that reason that he'd slung his jacket over his shoulder rather than wear it.

"I'll be gone for the rest of the day and so will Anisha," he told the woman and Anisha saw that the bulge in his pants was throbbing. "Have the switchboard stop all calls, you can take any that have to be taken."

"Shall I call you in case of anything important, or will you be too... uh... busy?" the woman asked with a look at Anisha who was blushing.

"If you can think of anything more important than I'm going to be doing, go ahead, but you'll know what to expect if you make any mistakes."

"What was that threat all about?" Anisha asked as they walked to the parking lot.

"About a spanking or perhaps a strapping."

"But my God, she looks like such a tyrant. I can't imagine her submitting to that."

"It's all a matter of learning how to use people, Tushar told her as he held open the door of the Lincoln for her. "She--likes to spank tender young female bums. With my permission, from time to time she's able to trap some young woman in a situation where she has no alternative but to accept a spanking. When it happens, she takes the girl into my private office with the intercom turned on. I sit at your desk and listen. Sometimes I get so horny that I jerk myself off while I'm listening to her spanking that tender bare ass."

"But do you think she'd let you spank her? She doesn't look the type."

"She has already submitted. I had her stay on after work one day and told her that if she was to continue to have my permission to spank, then she would have to submit to one herself. She didn't like it, but she took off her dress and slip, then she was peeling her corselet down her big behind.

"Christ, what an exciting big butt she has. I took her over my lap and spanked her, then made her bend over with her hands on my desk and I gave her a bit of a strapping with my doubled belt. When I finished, I took my cock out and was going to slip it up her pussy, but she told me she was a virgin. I pushed my cock between her red ass cheeks, found her hole and ass fucked her instead."

"God, what an amazing man you are, Tushar," she said with admiration as he wheeled the big car out of the parking lot.

"And what an amazing woman you're going to be, if you want to."

"I want to, Tushar," she told him and he drove fast towards his home where Nisha awaited their arrival, her panties so hot that they threatened to melt. As Tushar and Anisha entered the house he patted Angle's bottom, then they went to the living room where he knew Nisha was waiting, though he didn't know how she would be dressed. Both he and Anisha gasped at the sight of her.

Nisha stood smiling hotly, clad in a short mink jacket which was wide open to display her boldly jutting breasts, and a pair of high heeled shoes. She had lip stick painted her nipples and navel and was a stunning sight. Her husband took her in his arms to kiss and came away with lipstick marks on the front of his shirt.

Smiling, Nisha came to Anisha, took her in her arms and gave her a kiss which made her tremble. That being kissed by a woman could do that to her, told Anisha that she was going to do a lot more than just kiss and would enjoy it.

Nisha had drinks prepared for them and she poured a round. While they sipped, Tushar had Anisha tell what he had done to tease her in his office and they shared a laugh over it.

"Only a real sadist would do that to a horny girl," Nisha said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Having just the head of his cock in you, then having him take it out without fucking you must have been torture."

"So you're calling me names again are you," Tushar said with a frown which the women knew was pretended.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," Nisha replied, her face looking serious.

"It's too late to be sorry now, darling. Your ass is going to pay the penalty for your loose tongue."

He began undressing and did not stop until he was naked, his rampant pecker thrusting, his heavy, hairy sac dangling and looking very full. When he told his wife to take her jacket off, she pouted and asked him to give her another chance. As Tushar coldly rejected her plea, Anisha knew they were playing a game and that it was for her benefit, so she decided to enjoy it.

Tushar sat, then his wife was sobbing as she lay across her thighs, displaying a luscious behind, the skin flawless and white, the curves so exciting that Anisha wanted to reach for them, to fondle them and even to kiss them, she admitted to herself with surprise but without any degree of shock.

While Tushar scolded his wife, he fondled her nether cheeks lovingly and parted them to view her little pink hole and to show it to Anisha, who stared hotly, passion taking complete control of her.

"It's been a long time since I've shoved my prick up your arsehole, hasn't it, darling, I'm afraid that one of these days I'm going to have to give you a ass shot to remind you to mind your manners. For this time though, I'll settle for a spanking. I'm saving my cock for Anisha 's hot little pussy. Ready now, here we go."

He spanked hard and Anisha wondered how the woman could take it without crying and wondered too what it was going to be like when her time came to lie bottom up over his lap or Nisha's. And then Nisha was crying as the slapping hand painted pink roses all over those lovely buttocks and the woman squirmed and kicked, but was never able to move her target area out of reach of the spanking hand.

As Tushar's big, open hand continued to rise and fall on the twitching buttocks of his wife, she cried more and more loudly and Anisha sensed it was real, not make believe as it had been earlier. Skin that had been turned pink, made the transition to red as each slap of Tushar's hand sounded like a pistol shot and Anisha felt the effects in her hot crotch which seemed to throb with each slap on Nisha's quivering, twitching buttocks as her lovely legs kicked and one shoe flew off.

There, I think that will do for now," Tushar said after a particularly hard spank on each cheek. "Come feel how hot a well spanked ass can be," he said to Anisha and she hurried to take advantage of the offer.

The silken skin of Nisha's ass cheeks was so hot that Anisha found it hard to believe that Nisha had actually enjoyed the spanking.

"Ooh, darling," Nisha said between sobs, "what a yummy spanking thaf was. My ass is still on fire and the tingle is delicious. Please do kiss kiss for me, while the fires are burning."

Helping her to her feet, Tushar led his wife to the couch where she lay on her tummy, sighing and making wet, sniffling sounds.

"Let me, Tushar," Anisha said impulsively as the man bent over his wife, gave her a loving kiss on each hot cheek, then got up and gestured to Anisha to help herself. Her heart pounding, Anisha held the woman by the hips with both hands and began kissing and licking the hot, silken skin.

After she had kissed both rounds for a long time, the deep crack of the woman exerted a magnetic effect on Anisha and she found herself drawing the tingling globes apart so that her tongue could lick deeply in the warm valley. When her tongue found the little pink ring of anus, she played with it and caused Nisha to groan and sigh more loudly as her behind began to sway.

"Anyone who can lick an butt like that will be one sweet little pussy lapper," Tushar told Anisha as he pushed the hem of her dress up and played with her lush bottom, through and around her skimpy little panties.

Pulling Anisha away from his wife's bottom, he had her stand and take her dress off. Nisha sat up at once and seemed to forget about the tingling needles in her behind as she ate Anisha up with her eyes.

"God, Tushar," his wife said huskily, "she's just too beautiful to be true."

"She is, isn't she. Now let's see some more of her," he added as he put his arms around Anisha and easily unhooked her bra, slipping it off and stepping back.

"Christ, what a set of tits," Nisha panted. "She needs a bra about as much as I need a jock strap. Let me feel those beauties, you angel you," she went on as she reached for the stunning breasts and fondled them lovingly while Anisha sighed. Her boyfriend's hands had never been nearly so exciting.

"Ooh, Nisha," Anisha sighed, almost crying with desire, "your hands feel so good. I've never had my tits fondled like this."

"Then come to the couch, angel and you'll have them sucked like they've never been sucked before."

"Nishar still, darling," Tushar broke in, "let's go to our bedroom where there's more room. We can work on her together, one tit each. That should show Anisha what heaven is all about."

Amazing Anisha with his strength, the man picked her up easily and played with her bottom as he carried her out of the room. As they passed through the hall, Anisha emitted a little gasp at the sight of a maid at work there.

"Don't worry about that, dear," Tushar told her as she saw the maid looking her over, "this is a very informal sort of household and she's a very special maid.

As he carried her up the stairs, Anisha looked back to see the very special maid hurry a hand into her crotch to rub there and since she was not wearing panties, there was nothing to protect her clitoris from her stroking finger.

The bedroom door was open and Tushar went right to the oversized bed where he deposited Anisha gently on her back, the lay atop her, tucked his strong penis between nylon sheathed thighs and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He got up then and his wife replaced him, kissing Anisha with equal passion and making their breasts mash warmly.

It was obvious to Anisha that she was not the first woman they had worked on together as one crouched on each side of her and each claimed a breast which they fondled with such erotic intensity that she thought she was going to climax.

And then the thrill was magnified as husband and wife each sucked a breast into their mouths and began to suck. The thrill of having both her breasts sucked at the same time drove Anisha wild and her groans and sighs further warmed the quiet room, the only sound to be heard. In addition to the sucking they gave her, they fondled her as well and there seemed to be a hundred hands moving over her thighs and the crotch and front of her panties.

The couple stopped sucking only when Anisha groaned that her nipples felt raw and that she couldn't stand more. Kneeling above her, they examined the result of their handiwork and fondled the firm, silken gourds in unison until Tushar announced it was time to take Anisha 's panties off and move on to the next stage of seduction.

"You know, darling," Nisha told her as her husband moved down on the bed to strip Anisha 's panties down her legs, "we're both going to suck your pussy. Does it matter to you who does it first?"

"No, just so long as you both do it."

"Then it will be ladies first, angel. I'm dying to lose my face in that sweet crotch of yours. I'll make you very juicy and I'll suck up all the pussy flavored juice I can find and give you a lapping you'll never forget."

The panties were gone then and Anisha threw her legs wide open, but she wasn't to get it in that position she learned as Nisha told her to sit up. She did, then Tushar lay on his back and licked his lips.

Seconds later, Anisha was lying on her back on top of the man, the bottom slopes of her buttocks touching his chin. Nisha guided the girl so that her crotch moved closer to his mouth, then she felt his tongue licking in her crotch, close to the bottom of her slit.

"That's just perfect, darling," Nisha told her. "This way if any juice trickles out of your crotch, Tushar can drink it up. He loves to drink the juice of pussy lapping. So do I, for that matter. Ready now Angel, I'm all set to go down on you," she said and hurried into position.

Anisha trembled and sighed as the woman's hand patted her vulva lightly, then it was gone. She felt a smooth cheek brush an inner thigh, felt warm breath in her hot crotch, then two lips touched her core in what began as a light kiss and soon became deliciously intense. From a kiss, it became sucking and then a knowing tongue was licking the surface of her lips and after that it moved right into her slit and began snaking around, driving Anisha delightfully out of her mind.

While Nisha's tongue went about its erotic business in her vagina, Anisha felt another tongue licking in her crotch. That it was possible for two tongues to lick in her crotch at the same time amazed her and with amazement came delight the like of which she had never known, never even dreamed of.

From time to time, Anisha felt the woman pausing in her lapping to pour more saliva into her vagina. Each time it more then filled her slit and much of it ran under her, his tongue never still even for a moment.

And then Anisha felt her body tensing as it built toward the peak of excitement which it would not be able to sustain and could end only in erotic explosion, one which she sensed was going to establish a new record.

With each extension of tension, Anisha gasped and guessed that the next one would do the trick, but time after time, her body managed one more degree as every nerve and muscle in her body went taut, and then came the explosion.

Strong hands captured her breasts and squeezed as her body jerked and threshed madly, her wet crotch rubbing Tushar's wet chin. Just as it had taken Anisha 's body a long time to build up to the orgasm, so did it take a lovely long time to come back down from the peak as tremors raced through her entire being for what felt like hours and the entire world was blotted out completely, leaving her and her orgasm the only two things in the world.

But it did pass eventually and she opened shining eyes to see Nisha kneeling up with a hand in her own crotch, fingering herself, her lush breasts bobbing. Tiredly, she dismounted Tushar and Watched him licking his lips, a smile of satisfaction on his face.

"How did you like your double licking, angel?" he asked her, but all she could manage by way of reply was a shuddering moan. "Kneel astride my face, Anisha," he went on. "I'll admire your ass and tits and crotch until you're ready to be lapped again. When you are, just deliver your tender pussy to my mouth and I'll take it from there. I love to have a beautiful woman sit on my face. Too bad your ass hasn't been warmed yet, but we can get around to that later."

Anisha knelt with her crotch directly above his face and he used both hands to fondle her while he raved over her exciting beauty and Anisha knew she wouldn't be able to wait long before experiencing the thrill of sitting on his face to have her wet crotch mouthed and tongued again and to experience another shatteringly strong orgasm.

"I'm ready now if you are," she told him as she looked down into his face.

"Bring-it to me angel, but do it slowly. Tease me and make me pant for a face full of the most beautiful crotch in the world."

Behind her, Anisha heard Nisha panting and grunting as she climaxed and she began to spread her knees and lower her crotch toward the waiting mouth. She did it very slowly, pausing once to tease him by rubbing one hand on her juicy vulva, taunting him with the slowness of her approach, thrilling to the sound of his low, broken groans of desire for her.

His hands reached for her hips to pull her down faster, but she had the advantage of having her knees braced firmly on the bed and was able to resist his efforts, to taunt him with the closeness of her crotch without giving it to him.

When Tushar couldn't achieve what he wanted with strength, he used a clever ruse instead, slapping her hard on the left buttock with his right hand. She let out a little yelp of surprise and at the same moment he tugged at her hips and pulled her crotch down onto his face and began sucking.

The moment she felt his mouth on her pussy, Anisha forgot about teasing and resisting, wanting only to have the man sucking her like that forever. After a little more sucking, he snaked his tongue into her slit and found that his wife had left Anisha more than a little bit juicy as he lapped up all his tongue could reach and felt her body manufacturing more and more liquid refreshment for him.

As her passion mounted, Anisha began to move and to ride his face gently, adding to the thrill for both of them. She rode with exactly the same rhythm Nisha used, he noted, giving enough rubbing motion to make it thrilling, yet not taking her sensitive clitoris away from his eagerly lapping tongue.

Anisha became aware when Nisha was kneeling close behind her, her arms around her, soft hands fondling her breasts as she whispered warmly, huskily, urging Anisha on in her crotch ride of the mans face.

"You're doing it beautifully, darling," a little hiss in Nisha's whisper. "When you come, give his face a real rubbing, massage it with your pussy juice, he loves it that way. Any man who--likes a woman to sit on his face loves a hot crotch massage when the woman comes. Keep it up just like that baby, you're doing great."

But Anisha was doing even greater than Nisha knew as she felt the first grabbing fingers of approaching orgasm beginning to claw within her tummy. They grew in intensity and she began to rub a little harder on Tushar's face, then, without warning this time, orgasm swept over her, tearing harsh cries from her throat.

"Rub, baby, rub," Nisha hissed. "Smear that hot pussy juice all over his face and make him sticky with it. That's it, baby, that's the way to massage his face with your juicy crotch."

Through the course of her orgasm she gave his face a wet rubbing, then, even after it passed, she went on rubbing, using longer, slower strokes, massaging his face not just with her crotch but with her buttocks as well, smearing them with warm fluid, sharing it with his face.

"God, Anisha, you're great, you're a natural. How about letting me ride your face now? You were going to lap me anyway, weren't you?" Nisha asked, hopefully while she fondled Anisha 's breasts, keeping her nipples long and excitingly hard.

"Sure, Nisha. It felt so good doing it to Tushar. I'm just dying to have you ride my face."

"Then lie down, baby, lie down and let me feed you a face full of steaming hot crotch. That one come I gave myself just put me in the mood for more, a whole lot more."

Hurriedly, Anisha dismounted the man and lay beside him, her buttocks feeling sticky on the sheet. She lay trembling with anticipation as Nisha came to her, swung a leg over her, then paused to rub the crotch which was posed excitingly above Anisha 's waiting face.

As the tips of Nisha's fingers parted the wet lips of her vulva, Anisha stared into her slit and saw a red, wet interior, the place where her tongue would soon be busily lapping, saw the crotch which would cover her face, trapping it and making it warm and sweaty.

Nisha's hand was still in her crotch as she began to lower it while Anisha licked her lips in anticipation. She told herself that she should be nervous and perhaps even afraid at the prospect of sucking a woman's pussy for the first time, but she experienced nothing but joy and excitement and anticipation as the warm looking crotch of the woman came down. The hand moved out of sight and there was only the thrilling slash of pussy and the thick, moist lips coming down, closer... closer... so close....

And then it was on Anisha 's mouth and she was sucking greedily, rubbing hips and plump, firm buttocks while the hot, wet organ rubbed softly back on her face. Much of Nisha's rubbing stopped when Anisha 's tongue slipped into her slit and she barely moved as Anisha licked all around her vagina, moving from the bottom of the slit, deep into the interior, then up to the top where it found her highly sensitized bud and licked it teasingly for a few seconds before setting out on another erotic tour of exploration and bringing more juice into her mouth as her partner groaned and pressed urgently on her face.

"Come back to my clit, baby, come back," Nisha panted. "I want it, Anisha, I want it bad. Lick it and give me the come I want."

Anisha sent her tongue back to Nisha's clitoris and it licked thrillingly, slowly until she felt the woman tense, telling her Nisha was approaching the edge. She gave her a few fast licks then felt the hot crotch bouncing on her face and rubbing the way she had rubbed Tushar's face. All the excitement in the world became distilled into that oh so thrilling experience as Anisha gulped air when she could as the crotch and silken buttocks of the woman held her in erotic captivity, rubbing and pressing, smearing sticky fluid all over her face, from her chin to her forehead as the groans and grunts of the climaxing woman added to Anisha 's ecstasy.

"Rise and shine, sweetie," Tushar told his wife, patting her bottom as she continued to rub slowly over Anisha 's face, long after orgasm has passed. "I've got a bone to bury in that hot little pussy of Anisha 's."

Nisha gave a few more slow rubs with her wet crotch, then got up, reluctantly, her breasts bouncing, and sat on the wide bed, watching as her husband went to the naked beauty, his big penis throbbing stiffily in his right hand.

"Ready for a nice hard cock in your jewel of a pussy?" he asked Anisha.

"Readier than I've ever been or ever will be. Christ, how exciting it's going to be to have you fuck me while your wife watches."

"I know how you feel, Anisha," he assured her as he knelt between her legs and let her admire his twitching organ. "Think how thrilling it is for me to sit on the bed and watch another man feeding his prick up my wife's pussy, listening to her groaning with ecstasy while he fucks her. It's the same for Nisha. She'll go wild while she watches me fucking you."

"You can believe that, angel," Nisha assured her. "In fact, I'll bet I come before you do. Raise those beautiful legs right back over your body so I can lie close to your ass and watch Tushar feeding that lovely big prick to you. I want to see your little pussy stretch and watch your squirm. When he pumps his hot cream into you, I want to watch it trickle between the cheeks of your butt. There's nothing more thrilling that that."

Anisha brought her legs up over her body, presenting her wide open crotch invitingly. Tushar paused to stare, then moved closer and came down slowly onto her lush, naked body which shone with perspiration and was just a little slippery as he lay atop her.

Not wanting to hurry, he teased Anisha by playing around her crotch with his velvet headed monster, then it rubbed back and forth on the lips of her vulva for a while before he paused, found the slit and, just as he had done earlier in the office, he slowly pushed the head into her.

"Oh how that sweet, tight little pussy is being stretched," Nisha commented, her face close to Anisha 's left buttock.

"Ooohhh, yes," Anisha sighed, then her partner fed her another inch of stiff cock and she sighed again as her arms tightened around him and her body jerked with hunger, wanting more and more of what was invading her churning pussy.

Tushar gave her more, a little at a time until she had it all and he felt her strong vaginal walls closing around it, strangling it, sucking on his cock as she alternately tensed and relaxed. He knew Anisha could actually suck him off if he just lay there and allowed her to do it, but that was a novelty he chose to postpone for another time as he began to stroke then, slowly, savoring each thrilling motion of his throbbing joint in the tight sheath of Anisha 's almost virginal pussy, delighting in the way she trembled and sighed, panting with delight and urging him on.

Anisha surprised herself by recalling the two times Rajan had done it to her and decided it wasn't the same act at all. The first one had brought her only pain while the second time, he had merely used her. Tushar, on the other hand, was obviously a master lover and as his big penis stroked slowly in her, stretching and more than filling her, it was poetry and ballet and every possible form of classic art; heaven, hell and purgatory melded into the most exquisite sensation she had ever known.

"Oh Tushar," she panted, "I'm going to come. I'm going to come while your big cock is fucking. Oh yes, lover, keep doing it and make me come. I'm... oh... uh... now... uh... NOWWWWWWWW.. uh... fuck... fuck... fuck... " she gasped, her body jerking and trembling in hot orgasm.

Tushar paused, his tool buried in her, waited until she passed the peak of her climax, then he changed his style and began giving her a fast ride, his strong rod pistoning fast, his heavy body crushing and thrilling her as he pounded in her crotch until he tensed, held for a moment, then ground down hard on her, ramming his cock all the way home, twitching and jerking in her hot crotch, grunting and gasping for air as her tight organ took all he had to give her, then sucked for more, making him weak so that, in self defence, he had to pull the wreckage of his erection out of her pussy before she made him faint.

As he rolled off her, Nisha moved fast and held Anisha 's thighs up and open. She saw the juice trickling toward the valley of the girl's buttocks and moved fast to catch it with her tongue before it could escape.

After she had licked it all up, she fitted her mouth to the course, sent her tongue inside to lap up more and went on doing it until Anisha climaxed yet again.