My Erotic Friendship Continues

After a few hours of rest, we got up and dressed up. I went into the kitchen, Suresh following me. I could almost feel his eyes staring at me, trying hard to keep my ass from swaying from side to side as if I were teasing him. I went to the refrigerator, and pulled out the vegetable tray to reveal a large salad already made in a big plastic bowl. His hand slipped around my waist as he led me to the den, the salad left on the table next to the cutting board, a knife placed on it, Suresh sprinkling tiny bits of lettuce on the board. What else had he planned to do with me?

He sat down in the chair leaving me standing before him, his hands on my hips. He lowered me down on his lap, my eyes on the bulge in his pants, feeling it pressed up against my ass as I settled on his lap. I felt so comfortable on his lap as if I belonged there. His finger entered my mouth, running over my teeth and tongue. I tightened my lips on his finger and he began to push it in and out. I knew how it must look. As if he was fucking his cock in my mouth. His cock jerked beneath me, it affecting me in the same way. His hand lifted my head up and turned it towards him. He told me to open my mouth, his lips covering mine. I was surprised that his lips were as soft, his kiss almost gentle. My mouth was open and then I felt it, his tongue slipping between my lips and entering my mouth. My tongue met his, dancing against it as his hands tightened around me, pulling me closer to him. His kiss became more demanding, his lips crushing mine. All the while his tongue explored my mouth, over my teeth and gums, finally pushing deep into my mouth so that I almost choked. I couldn't believe a tongue could move that far. He never broke the kiss, my nose flaring as I tried to breathe, my heart racing from the excitement. He turned me sideways towards him, our lips never parting. His hand slid up my side, his large hand encircling one of my breasts, his fingers tightening on it until I felt the blood rushing to the tip, pounding hard. I wished I hadn't worn a bra.

I found my hips moving without me realizing it, sliding my ass back and forth over his lap, his hard cock jerking and shuddering beneath me. I filled my lungs with air but I couldn't catch my breath, my breathing ragged and uneven. It made my breasts heave up and down, something that Suresh didn't fail to notice. My arms went limp as Suresh pulled my sweater up over my head, seeing dark for a second before he threw it on the floor. His eyes stared at my heaving bosom, my chest pink in shame, exposed to him. His hands slipped down my back, sending goose bumps through my body. He was expert with my bra, unsnapping it with a deft motion, his hands pushing the shoulder straps down. My arms moved up to cover my naked breasts in reflex, but his hands pushed them away like a pesky fly. They hung down at my side as one hand cupped my naked breast, my breathing stopped as his head moved down, his mouth already open. I wished I could have thrust my hand under my skirt when I felt his hot, wet lips encircle my nipple, dragging it deep into his mouth, all the while his tongue lashed at it. I was sure I wet my panties at that moment, my naked breasts fondled by a demanding hand and mouth. For five minutes I endured the pleasure of the constant fondling of my nipples. He knew exactly what to do to me, unable to do anything but squirm erotically on the growing erection beneath my ass.

He finally stopped. I looked down to see my breasts wet with his saliva, my nipples so big that they stuck out over an inch, my white breasts covered with red marks where his hands had squeezed them too tight. He stood me back up, feeling strange to be standing in front of a man, stripped naked to my waist as he stared at me. He took my hand, pushing it down into his lap.

"See what you do to me. You can do now."

My fingers curled around the thick shaft, my fingers moving up the shaft until I felt the thick head, my fingers trying to outline it in his pants. I could imagine what it looked like in my head. He stood up, kissing me again, a knee between my thighs forcing me to spread my legs, his upper body pushed up against my naked breasts. He moved his chest from side to side, feeling the multitude of sharp ribbons rubbing hard against my naked breasts, especially my swollen nipples. They hurt, but his hands held me tightly against him, though he did force me to move my hips from side to side against his cock. My pussy was drenched from the hard cock pushed against it as he masturbated against me.

I wondered whether we would even get to dinner. His eyes feasted on the new cashmere sweater I was wearing. I'm sure that he didn't miss that I wasn't wearing a bra. He kissed me gently and pushed me against the door, his knee pushing between my legs until I relented, spreading them submissively his tongue searching deep into my mouth. His hands fondled my cashmere covered breasts, his hand insistent as they pinched and prodded my growing nipples. He took my breath away with his kiss my hands going around his waist and holding him against me. My legs spread wider until I felt it, his hard, demanding cock jerking against my pussy. He began to grind against me as if he were fucking me. Would he take my innocence from me tonight? I knew that before he left, he would have taught me so much more. Sexually.

It was long minutes before he broke off the kiss, my lungs trying to fill with precious air. "I hope you're not hungry for food. I plan to feed something else to you."

I followed him like a puppy. We didn't go into the kitchen, but the living room instead. It was more formal, almost naughtier for what he was going to do to me. He didn't kiss me again, but pulled my sweater over my head and threw it on the sofa. I was standing bare breasted in front of him, my hard nipples sticking out so far that it looked as though they were trying to reach his fingers. His large hands encircled them with a familiarity, the tips springing to life as his calloused fingers raced over them. Even when he pinched too tight and yanked them out, I stood firm, the delicious pain in my stretched nipple flesh racing between my legs to soak my panties. His mouth was even more demanding, his teeth capturing one of my nipples, grinding back and forth over it, feeling like a knife slicing through it. The pain mixed with the pleasure, my legs barely able to keep me up.

He pulled away from me, looking at my glistening breasts from his spit, teeth marks encircling one of my swollen nipples. His hands moved to my shoulders, feeling him begin to press down on them. I knew what he wanted. I gently kneeled on the floor in front of him, looking up to see his cock outlined on the front of his pants only inches from my face.

"Touch it," his voice commanding me to do his sexual bidding.

My hands went to the front of his pants, my tiny fingers outlining the thick shaft that threatened to tear from his pants. I pinched it, but it felt like steel, pushing up with my fingers, surprised that it was so long. It went up almost to his waist where I felt it thicken to a dome. I had seen pictures of cocks, but not erect ones. And this one was definitely erect. I licked my lips, getting my lips wet subconsciously. I knew that I would have to take it in my mouth, there was no other reason to be on my reason. He didn't want my hand, but my mouth. It was bad enough when he emptied his condom in my mouth. What would it be like when his cock spewed his cum directly into my mouth? I followed his instructions and they were detailed and explicit. My hands slid his zipper down, the noise breaking the silence of the room. I unbuckled his belt and undid the top button, pulling his pants back. He was wearing boxers and his cock strained to get out. I reached in, touching the hot flesh of a hard cock for the first time. I pulled back, surprised that it was so hot, but Suresh encouraged me back. My hands curled around the thick shaft, my eyes trying to catch a glimpse of it. I didn't want to, but I released it so I could pull his boxers down his legs. He had thick, muscles thighs, covered with black hair. But my eyes were on his erection, the thick throbbing cock bobbing so hard that it almost touched my lips. It was heavily veined, dark blue veins running up the side to disappear when it got to the almost purple dome. A thick ridge around it made it look more like a helmet. I blushed as I saw Suresh looking down at me.

I kissed it, just like Suresh ordered me to. My lips pursed as they moved close to the tip, covered with the shiny cum that had already leaked from its tip. My tongue licked all over the head, lapping up his slick cum like a kitten with a bowl of milk, filling my mouth with the familiar taste of his salty cum.

"Open wide," Suresh taking hold of his cock, rubbing it all over my lips as he tilted my head back until I was looking into his eyes. He wanted to see my face as his cock entered my mouth. I opened wide, surprised that the head of his cock barely fit in my lips.

"Lick the head Pooja," Suresh encouraged me. It jerked in my mouth when my tongue raced around the thick helmet, finding the sensitive area just beneath the rim as though I had sucked a thousand cocks before. "It likes that Pooja."

I felt the rubbery head of his cock in my mouth, my lips stretched tightly around it until they tugged beneath the rim, trapping it. My tongue went to work on it as if I knew what I was doing, his jerking cock making it as though I was doing the right thing. I began to suck on it, feeling spit dribbling down my chin. My mouth was filled with the salty taste of cum, sure that he had already cum. Suresh smiled down at me, his hands gentle as they pushed the hair from my forehead, only mumbled sounds coming from my stuffed mouth. I was trying to breathe, my nose flaring as I sucked in air through my nose to fill my starving lungs.

My head moved up and down, as the slippery wet cock began to slide easier between my stretched lips, trying to stop the gurgling sound that came from my mouth as I began to suck his cock. Yes, I said it. I was sucking his cock. I was kneeling half naked in front of Suresh's father, his thick cock in my mouth and I was sucking him with all my inexperienced but youthful exuberance. His hands slid down my chest until they found my nipples, tugging and pulling on them until he aroused them to hardened tips. All the while I was taking more and more of his cock in my mouth, not believing that four inches of it was still outside my lips even though the thick head was pushing against my tonsils. I gagged once and almost swallowed the head of his cock by mistake when my throat opened up.

His hips began to move, rhythmically thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth as if it were my pussy. Wishing it was his cock taking me between my legs, not my mouth. My hand reached out instinctively to feel his balls, the prickly hair tickling the palm of my hand. I squeezed until I felt the twin balls inside, my hands following them around as they moved mysteriously. I heard Suresh moaning, knowing that my mouth and hand was having an affect on him. I wondered where all his cum would go when he came in my mouth, his cock already filling every nook in cranny in my mouth. His hands left my breasts and stroked my head, guiding it up and down in rhythm with his thrusting hips.

It hit me hard, Suresh's hand getting tighter as he pulled me onto his throbbing cock like one would put a sock on their foot. It pushed to the back of my mouth and then I was sure that it grew bigger, my lips aching as they stretched to accommodate the thick shaft.

Quickly! ......push it in hard! All the way! Just push it in, dear! OHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! That's it! Do it again! Ahhhhhh uhhh oh ma uhhh yes! Oh uhh oh uhh oh uhh god yes... now slow again... yes... mm... that's lovely... slow again... and again... once more... again... now hard... yes oh yes oh god yes that's it oh fuck yes do it uhh yes again! Oh God yes, dear, yes!" Suresh bucked as he came, trying to get away when a jet of hot cum flew out the end of his cock and shot directly into my throat as I choked and gagged.

"Nnnnnhhhh...nnnnhhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

"ohhhh damn... ohhhdamnnnn!!...he was cumming! I can feel it!" But he held me tight, my mouth filling as he shot a second load of cum that made my cheeks bow out from the abundant crème that filled my mouth. I felt it leaking from my stretched lips, the thick cum slowly running down my chin, the fluid still hot from his balls. And my hands milked his balls of his cum instinctively. He shot one more time before his hands relaxed on my head. As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he left a trail of thick cum on my lips. His finger scooped up the cum on my chin and pushed it back into my mouth. He lifted my head back, his hand caressing my outstretched throat.

"Swallow it. Show me how much you like drinking my cum." He massaged my throat as I struggled to swallow the thick cum, feeling it sliding down into my stomach slowly. It took me a couple of minutes until I was finished, my stomach heavy with his cum. He helped me up like a gentlemen, as if I was kneeling in prayer, not sucking his cock. We went in for dinner, Suresh not letting me put my sweater back on, feeling embarrassed each time he looked at me and my naked breasts. I had to be careful not to spill anything, afraid of burning my breasts. And my nipples stayed erect all through dinner.

Suresh had his brandy and cigar during dinner. I was kneeling at his chair like a servant girl as he fed his cock into my mouth again. This time he guided my head, taking his time, making me suck his cock for over a half an hour. His cock never left my mouth, struggling to breathe at the same time I sucked his cock with enthusiasm. By time he finished his cigar, my tongue was tired, but Suresh was just getting going. My hands gripped the side of the chair as he pulled my face down over his cock until I felt the head of his cock tickling my tonsils. I gagged, but Suresh's hands became more insistent. Before I knew what was happening, I choked and gagged, the thick head of his cock breaching the tightness of my throat. I struggled to pull back, but Suresh was stronger, gurgling and babbling incoherently as his cock filled my throat with his thick flesh. I never felt anything like it. "Ohhhhhh, God, Ahhhhhhh! I'm cummmmminnnggg.... so good... so gooooooodddddd!" you scream on top of your voice.

"Nnnnnhhhh...nnnnhhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

"ohhhh damn... ohhhdamnnnn!!...he was cumming! I can feel it!" It was like a giant snake moving down into my stomach. I choked and gagged, but Suresh only pumped his cock in and out of my throat. I didn't taste his cum that time for he pumped it directly into my stomach, his cock swelling in my throat as my muscles rippled up and down the shaft. He finally pulled his cock from my throat, my throat rubbed raw. His cock didn't leave my mouth until my tongue licked every inch of his softening cock.

We finished our dinner and bid good night and went to sleep for the night. In the morning Suresh called me and said it was his Birthday and said he would like to meet me once again. I wished him for the day and agreed. We met again in my home in the night.

Suresh arrived on time as usual. I opened the door, wearing a very short skirt and my Husband's favorite cashmere sweater for good luck. And for appearances, no bra underneath it, my fingers plucking my nipples to hard points before I opened the door. Before Suresh could say anything, I pressed my lips against his and kissed him, our tongues dancing in and out of our mouths as if we hadn't kissed for weeks, never mind just one day. He pulled me against him, my hips instantly going into action, sliding from side to side, rubbing my wet pussy against the hard cock that throbbed in his pants. Tonight was going to be different. It would be my mouth or in one of the condoms I bought today. It was a couple of minutes before we broke the kiss, a student walking down the hallway forcing us inside and closing the door to the outside world.

Our dinner was hurried, Suresh sensing the same thing. We ate quickly, the food good, but food was not the basic urge we needed to quench. I bought two cupcakes, candles on one of them serving as the birthday cake. We ate them with the same haste, finally finishing. Suresh sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes catching the tent in the front of his pants in spite of us not touching for the last half an hour. I stood up and went to the door, locking it and turning toward Suresh. I picked up a large white bow, placing it in my hair. "Happy Birthday, Suresh." I saw him look at me, not sure what I was proposing so I helped convince him. I pulled my sweater over my head, my nipples roused to hardened tips as the cashmere swept across them so lightly. I threw the sweater on the chair, standing before Suresh in my short skirt, my legs slightly parted. He stood up, moving close to me.

I took his hands, placing them against my naked breasts, arching my back to press them into the hot flesh of his hands. He needed no further help, his fingers plucking at my nipples. Suresh had learned over the last couple of weeks what roused the hardness in my nipples, but this was different, naked and exposed. I put my hand on his head until he caught on, leaning over as I gasped in pleasure when his lips curled around one hardened nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. His tongue lashed out at the trapped nipple, slapping back and forth over it. My pussy gushed with my juices, struggling not to cum from just his mouth. His other hand went to my other bare breast, tugging and pinching the neglected nipple until it was ready for his mouth.

I collapsed onto the bed, my legs no longer able to hold my body up as I was swept up in the pleasure of his mouth. Suresh followed me down as he sucked and licked my nipples, his hands squeezing my firm breasts until the tips were almost sore from his fondling. I lay on the bed, my legs spread casually as Suresh knelt between them playing with my breasts. He finally stopped, my hands pulling his shirt up and off, my hands running over his chest, feeling the tiny pebbles as my fingers roused his nipples. "Unwrap the rest of your present, Suresh." I left no doubt in his mind that my body was his birthday present. His hands fumbled with my skirt, not practiced and experienced as my Husband's, but I was patient, though I did clench my thighs as though a cock was already between my legs. He pulled my skirt off, lifting my legs up, not very ladylike, but I cared little for my modesty. For I was soon to be naked in the bright light of my room. I saw him looking at my panties, the tight material clinging to my mound, already a wet spot to give away my shame. I put my legs together high in the air, leaving no doubt what I wanted him to do. He wasted no time, grabbing the waistband of my panties and pulling them up over my hips. I felt the material pull from between my pussy lips and my ass cheeks, Suresh sliding them down my legs and off my feet. Even Suresh surprised me by taking an ankle in each hand and spreading my legs as he lowered them back down onto the bed. I never felt so open, my body red at the sudden realization that Suresh was staring so boldly at my bare sex, my spread legs leaving little to the imagination.

And the surprises continued, Suresh lifting my legs until my knees bent, then pushing them out to the side, opening up my pussy lips like a spring flower. The bed beneath me grew wet with my juices, the pungent odor of sex filling the room. He moved between my legs, bending over, shuddering as I felt his hot breath on my sex. I was sure that I had a mini-orgasm if there is such a thing when he licked down one thigh, starting at my knee all the way down, stopping just short of my pussy, hearing him suck in air through his nose as he inhaled my arousal. My head fell back in surrender, my body pitched on the edge as I waited for his next move. What started out as my seduction was now Suresh's. His fingers peeled back my pussy lips, blowing into the heated passage, my ass rising up from the bed from the unexpected feel of his breath. He took one swipe with his tongue, racing up between my spread pussy lips, lapping at the soft inner lips. I never felt anything like it before, his tongue moving up so high that he touched my clit before I even realized it. "Ohhhhhh, God, Ahhhhhhh! I'm cummmmminnnggg.... so good... so gooooooodddddd!" I came. Hard, grabbing his head and rubbing his nose between my pussy lips as I came all over his face, screaming out in pleasure as the orgasm raced through my body. His tongue didn't move, it didn't have to, masturbating his mouth and nose onto my pussy was enough to keep the orgasm going for long minutes. My body finally settled down, Suresh rising up from between my legs, the strong smell of my orgasm filling the room. His lips and chin were glistening from my juices. I was humiliated, masturbating on his face like a cheap whore. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly to him.