"Slowly, Mahesh," I murmured. "Don't be in such a rush!"
"I can't help it!"
"You must try! How else will you learn? I can't teach you if you don't try! Okay, are you ready now?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now... easy does it... put it in slowly... mm, yes... ohhh yes... that's it... oh that feels so good, Mahesh! Yes! That's wonderful! Now... push it in deeper... yes! Oh ma yes! That's it! C'mon... deeper... shove it in, Mahesh... as deep as you can... Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! That's it! Put it all in, lover! Oh god yes! Oh Mahesh... uhhhh yes!"
Above me, the 19 year old schoolboy groaned thickly and flexed his buttocks taut. His lean hips dipped and his good six-inch erection squelched into my convulsing slit. I gasped and arched steeply under him, clenching his powerful biceps, lifting my hips to meet his in descent. My cunt spasmed and contracted on his throbbing penis and the boy gasped. His face was flushed and he was panting heavily, his nostrils flared, and his mouth open. The pressure in his groin was unbearable, and my cunt was unrelenting on his distended penis. His body was tense and taut, veins popping in his neck and forehead, his muscles cording powerfully. His hard, tall body glistened with a light sweat. A thin rivulet of perspiration coursed down his face, over his neck and deep chest and splashed on my breast. I murmured in pleasure and, gripping his buttocks, keeping him pinned inside me, began moving my hips deftly in gentle undulating circular motions. The boy groaned. My cunt churned around his cock, alternately squeezing and releasing his penis. I smiled gently.
"There," I asked softly. "Doesn't that feel good, Mahesh? Do you like that?"
"Yes!" he gasped. "Oh god yes!"
"This is how you must fuck a woman, Mahesh... slowly and deeply and thoroughly. Do you understand?"
"Yes... no... I don't know! Oh god... c'mon!"
"No! Not yet! Not so fast!"
"Oh god oh god oh god," the boy moaned.
"Slowly now," I murmured, guiding him. "Gently... now... start moving... move your cock out... ahhhhhh... yes... that's it... good... now... hold it... yes... now shove it in again... now! Yes! OHHHHHHH that's it! Shove it all in Mahesh! Shove it right in! OHHHHH baby yes! Now again... out... mm... ohh uhhh yes... now... in... oh ma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Again! C'mon Mahesh... do it... in a rhythm... move with me... Out... yes! And in... ohhh uhhh yes... out... uhhh... in... ohh... out... That's it... that's it... yes... keep moving... just like that... oh god Mahesh... that feels so good!"
I hissed in pleasure and dragged my slender fingers up his hard, V-shaped torso to his deeply cleaved chest and trail them over his nipples, my fingernails digging into his smooth skin. My pointed tongue arched sexily over my deliciously curved upper lip. I moved my hips easily and rhythmically in a steady up and down motion. My cunt was a hot vortex that engulfed the throbbing mass of his virgin cock-flesh, squeezing and contracting greedily on its mass. My succulent breasts jiggled with their motions, my nipples rigid and stiff. The long gold "mangalsutra" danced on my smooth, creamy flesh. Mahesh gasped in pleasure as he fucked me, thrusting his cock in and out of my moist, tight, convulsing cunt.
"Mahesh," I gasped. "Slow down... breathe out... again... yes...several breaths... in and out... that's it... get a grip on yourself... focus, Mahesh... c'mon... concentrate... yes... now calm down... empty your mind... don't try and think... don't think of me... close your eyes... it's you... just you... and your cock... in my pussy... my pussy's nice and hot and tight, isn't it? Yes...it feels good on your cock, doesn't it? See? See how it squeezes your penis? It's just you and your penis and my pussy now... and all you want to do... all you have to do is pull it out... slowly... yes... that's good... more... take it all the way out... that's it... that's it! Stop... not all the way out... just till there...yes... leave your cock-head in my pussy... now stop... don't move... don't move at all... mm... wait for me to beg for it... now...please... shove it in... shove it right in Mahesh... slowly...ahhhhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Oh! god that's so good... now again... out... wait... now in uhhhhhhhh Oh ma uhhhh yes! Again! Oh god yes...now! Quickly! Push it in hard! All the way! Just push it in, Mahesh!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 lord yes, Mahesh, yes!"
The teenager followed my guidance, feeling giddy and oddly light-headed. He could hardly believe this was happening at last, at long last, after so long, so much waiting, so much dreaming, so much longing, those lonely nights of endless masturbation, fantasizing about me.
I met Mahesh at the local library. He is very cute, very sexy and has the face of a film-star and the body of a demi-god. He knows this and he takes good care of himself. He is clean-shaven with the square-jawed and his nose is strong and straight, his cheeks sexily hollowed, his lips full and wide and sensual and his teeth are white and strong. His eyes are dark and deep-set under thick eyebrows. His hair is thick and dark. His body is stunning; I think he lifts weights and works out for hours on end to keep in shape. A bullish neck spans out to broad, powerful shoulders. His torso is a breathtakingly slashed V that tapers to a narrow waist and high hips. His chest is broad and deeply cleaved and his belly is hard and flat. His arms and legs are thick and long and bunched with muscle. His torso is hairless; even his armpits are depilated – I had seen it under his open shirt. I had also noticed the prominent bulge in his crotch and frequently fantasizes about his cock. I think it must be enormously long for a boy of 19 yrs.
He cannot stop looking at me. I am so lovely, so pretty, so sexy, and curved. I have a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. My eyes are lovely, large, dark, and full of magic. My lips are light and full and my teeth are white and strong and even. My skin is like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a grape, without a trace of body hair. My hair is dark and tumbles about me shoulders or flounces in a sexy ponytail or is coiled up neatly on the back of my head. My neck is superb, a long, slender, graceful column that holds my head. My arms and legs are nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Mahesh can't stop looking at my breasts, the way they jut out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. My belly is firm and flat. He has seen it when I wear a *sari*.
Whenever I go to library dressed in a sari, I wear a low cut blouse so that Mahesh can have a peep on my lovely breasts. When he stand near me and really close, he can see the beginning of my cleavage, and will look down where the sexy gold 'mangalsutra" chain around my neck disappears. The neck of my blouse is cut in a dangerously deep U that shows a good deal of my chest, the swell of my breasts squeezed together under it. The blouse is short and tight and my breasts jut out provocatively over my bare midriff. What I always felt when he was near me was that he wants to pull the clothes off me, to squeeze my breasts, and make hard luv to me. I also want to fuck him, and I really enjoyed the sport of seducing him, hunting him, taking my time and drawing it out, savoring the exquisite torture of denial. I know I want to make luv to this virgin boy, but I haven't yet quite decided how I want to do it. So after teasing him for almost 3 months, I decided to go for it if Mahesh was interested. After taking the books from the library I just stood outside the library waiting for Mahesh to approach me. He was following me closely and came near me. After the usual flirting and chatting I asked him if he could give me a lift on his bike. I had dressed especially for the occasion in a fitting salwar kameez. We sat in his bike and Mahesh rode at very high speed to impress me. And whenever he put the break my breasts will brush against his backside. ( And he did this purposefully). On the drive home, I remembered that my hubby wanted me to stop at a shop and select a gift for a friend's birthday party. People were crowded very thickly at the entrance, as a popular cine actress has also in the shop. I thought of going back but the crowd grew bigger and we were in the middle of it. As I couldn't move back very far, I settled in to wait it out with Mahesh behind me. Suddenly the crowd surged forward as the actress came into the view and waved at the crowd. People were moving forward to have a glimpse of her and get her autograph. Unexpectedly Mahesh's hands went to my shoulders as my buttocks were caught in his pelvis. I moaned as I pushed it further back into him instinctively, slightly rotating it. Godd, I thought, as a sweet shiver went through my pussy, this young boy is exciting me.
The crowd was pushing on. Just the thought of my ass in his pelvis and his young cock, let alone the feel of it, was making me dizzy. I was hot and I needed more. Suddenly, Mahesh inched closer as if he read my thoughts. He reached for my breasts and rotated his cock on my ass as he felt me up. He sighed as he ran her tongue lightly over my ears. The crowd was so thickly packed, I was sure no one noticed him taking me. Not a word was spoken as he touched me.
Suddenly the crowd began to break up. And reluctantly Mahesh let go of me. But I was horny and hot. So I decided to take him to my flat rather than wasting time shopping. We stepped into the house, kicked off my slippers, dumped my bag and, before he realised what was happening, was standing before him, slipping my arms around his neck, lifting my face to his. Mahesh's cock throbbed erect and he gripped my hips and pulled my body to his, his pulse racing, his flesh hot and feverish with lust.
