The correspondence is between me and a lonely housewife in Calcutta, who has since become a very close friend.
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Darling Purvi,
I know you will have just received my earlier letter that I have mailed to you only a couple of days ago. But I have just had this most unusual sex encounter that was quite fun. As you are my only sexy pen-friend, please read all about it and then let me know what you think. In fact, please read it with Uday -- then when it gets you both excited, you can have a glorious fuck-session that I hope you will write all about to me at the earliest.
First of all, I must explain that I am not a regular reader of Bombayite. I generally pick up the magazine when I pass through the airport. It is a pleasant way to pass all the lonely nights in my hotel room wherever I am. The letter I wrote to you was one of the first I had ever written in answer to an advertisement. The very first letter I ever wrote was to an adv. about a year ago, which caught my eye because of its sincerity. So I wrote the man a long sexy letter and he replied in one at least as long. So we corresponded for all this time, writing about our fantasies, our past sex partners and our experiences with them and so on. Then about three weeks ago Sunil suggested that we get together in Bombay (as he was passing through) for one night -- no more. Then we could continue as pen-friends, having now had a deeper understanding of each other's needs. I thought about it for a while and decided to go ahead -- on two conditions. First, we would both be tested for AIDS and send the tests to each other. Second, I would always be in absolute control -- which meant that we would always do only what I wanted to do. He agreed, and so we met the night before last, in a coffee shop of one of Bombay's five-star hotels.
Sunil arrived almost five minutes after I had. He spotted me immediately -- it would have been hard not to. I had dressed carefully, knowing what turned him on. A tight, low-cut blouse that showed plenty of cleavage, a deep red chiffon silk sari that I wore low on my hips; no bra (but a lovely pair of crotchless lace panties); and loads of jewelry that included long dangling silver earrings and a cummer-patti that showed off my waist to advantage. I was glad to see all the effect had worked -- as he stood beside my table, Sunil's trousers showed a definite bulge!
We left quickly and went to his room in the same hotel. We were both very excited and I know that Sunil was actually breathing deeply in anticipation. Once we were inside the room, with the door locked, Sunil simply came up behind me and reached around to cup a breast in each hand. As he stroked my already erect nipples through the thin blouse material, all the while kissing my neck, I almost gave in. But then I broke away and sat in a chair. I reminded Sunil of his promise -- that I would be in total control. Also, I had asked him to be dressed in a particular fashion.
I must explain. Quite early in our correspondence, Sunil had sent me a photograph of his dressed only in a cute pair of red swim trunks. Now, I had asked that he wear the same or a similar pair.
Sunil grinned down at me and started stripping. I shut my eyes till I heard him call out. And there he was! Dressed only in those sexy red swim-trunks As he stood there smiling, his hands on his hips, I felt a sudden flush of warmth between my thighs as my cunt began to flow with warm juice. I looked at the unmistakable bulge in the crotch of his trunks and automatically ran my tongue over my lips.
Not trusting my voice, I waved him over. Then, placing one hand on a muscular thigh, I leaned forward and placed the flat of my other hand over the bulge, cupping it. I gasped, because it felt so hard, so large. Through the thin, stretched cloth, I could make out the outlines of a large thick tool. For a moment I enjoyed the feel of the heavy lump I held cupped in my palm, then I couldn't wait any longer and I leant forward and pressed my lips to the warm surface. I heard Sunil gasp and felt him move a little. Then he was pressing his hips forward, trying to push as hard as he could against my mouth. I then parted my lips and licked at the lump , also using my teeth to scrape over it. Sunil groaned out aloud and I decide not to tease the poor fellow any more. After all, we both wanted the same thing!
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his trunks and slowly peeled them downward. First there was a mass of curly black pubic hair, then -- springing suddenly free, a lovely long prick, with two hairy balls swinging in their sack below! I moaned and bent and pressed my lips to the hot, throbbing head. Then, I began licking all over his cock and balls, looking over my new lover's equipment for the first time.
Sunil is rather fair and his prick is almost milk-white in colour. Unlike my darling Rajesh, who has this very fat, long and dark tool, Sunil has a long thin cock. When at full stand, like now, it is a good 9" long. But its most interesting part (especially when it's up inside you) is the cockhead which is a thick knob, dark and purplish with hot blood when the tool is at full hardness.
I spent quite a while sucking Sunil's cock, especially the cockhead. I had never been fucked by such a dong and the shape really interested me. I began the 'butterfly stroke' (did you try it on Uday? Hope so!)on his tool. Then Sunil groaned out again and threw his head back. I could feel his body tremble and knew he was very near to cuming.
We were both so excited by now that we could have easily cum within moments. But I was keen on having his first load of cream in my cunt, because there is nothing as powerful as the first jets of a man's cum as it floods your hole and then leaks out. So I simply stood up and put my arms around him, thrusting my hips against him. "Fuck me!" I pleaded.