Her Sweet Fragrance Part – 1
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When I first met her, she made fun of my name. She ruffled my feathers. I liked her. She was cute. I learned soon that underneath the cute façade, a phrase I borrowed from a rather articulate friend, was the heart of a sex-starved nymphomaniac. She was every guy’s wet dream. She could match any man’s horniness, pound for pound. What a girl! My cock stirs at the mere thought of that day. My heart too. But, physical stirrings hit you harder than the emotional ones. It was July I think, I visited Pune. She was sweet. I was, well rusty. We held hands in the Auto ride back home; we made out in the lift. We were watching some movie after everyone had gone to sleep and she reached over and smooched me. It was a slobbery and sloppy kiss. I jumped at her t-shirt, and my hands found her erect nipples. I ground them until she moaned, “you dog.” That was that. My other hand snaked straight down her trembling belly and found its way to her beautiful womanhood. The sheer feeling of her slightly hairy triangle made me as hard as concrete. I don’t remember anything as hot. Anyway, there were people in the house, and we were hanging out in the drawing room. So, no can do. We simply made out. What a beautiful night. Next day, we reached her place. Her flatmates were all out. She opened the door. The minute she bolted it. We bumped into each other. She jumped for me, and I jumped on her. We were both crazy like that. After 20 minutes of intense making out, and the smell of her sweet perfume all over me, she took my hand and led me inside. She got me to undress first, and she followed suit. I was asked to look away as she undressed. I was curious; she said she was shy. Suddenly, there she is, hiding her breasts with one hand, and her loveliness with the other. What a babe. I knew then that I would love this woman. I held her right hand ever so slightly, tugging it away from her breasts. They were free, and I scooped them up in my hands, while she hissed and moaned. I saw her smiling at me, and I will never forget how the sunlight played on her shoulders and her hair; it was like gold reflecting off her naked shoulders. I continued to pinch and knead her nipples. I could tell she was getting hornier by the minute. So, I decided to lower my head and suck on her breasts. My breath on her breasts sent shivers down her spine, she shuddered, ever so delicately, as my tongue found her nipples. Her body was grinding against my chest, and she was gripping the bed sheet. I spent some time sucking on each breast. She was squirming under my touch, as I circled her nipples with my tongue, lightly biting her erect nipples. I wanted time to stand still and bask in the loveliness of this woman’s body. I worked my way down to her cute little belly button and blew some cold air into it. She giggled, and for a moment, the passion gave way to laughs. But, I didn’t want the intensity to cease. I began massaging her inner thighs, deliberating caressing her. My hand found its way to her triangle again. She shuddered at my touch. I remember kissing her to reassure her. I flicked her clit with my index finger and felt her up. She was dripping by now, and I wanted to taste her. So, I parted her legs and lowered my head towards her clit. It smelled divine. I began by kissing her and then moving onto fucking her with my tongue. She hissed and moaned. I only increased the speed of my tongue, flicking, licking, sucking her clit. She began running her hands through my hair before her fingers tightened around my hair and she gripped my head and smashed it against her clit. With a vigor I did not think I possessed, I continued eating her out. She finally shuddered, gasping and orgasming in my mouth. What a delicious pussy she had. The foreplay had warmed her up. She was now ready to take control. She climbed onto me, and I slid out of my boxers. My dick was shining with precum. I asked her to help me with the condom; it was rather shallow of me. Well, but this sweet woman was too horny to judge my shallowness, and she helped me anyway. Now, she mounted me and held my dick. She guided me to her opening. Slowly, inch by inch, I entered her; she wasn’t a moaner or a screamer. She was more of the Gasper, and she gasped as I finally entered her. She began to ride me slowly. I raised my pelvis with each stroke, to meet her downward push. The pace was easy, and we were much too content and in love with each other’s body to want to rush it. Gradually, she increased her speed, and I began to match her speed. I held her nipples and sucked them like a hungry dog. She went berserk. She pushed my head down, and she began to pump me furiously. She buried her head in my chest, and she held onto it, blowing and sucking on the spot for a minute or so. It was driving me crazy. When she finally let go, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I wanted to turn the tables. So, we switched to the missionary position. I lifted her legs and stuck a pillow under her back, and I began to pump her. I could tell that she was in a bit of pain, but her smile and the lust in her eyes convinced me that she was enjoying it. So, I continued to pump her, and I could feel the load rising from my balls and snaking its way to my dick. With an exhausted cry, I ejaculated into my condom and fell on her. I was knackered, and I could feel my dick go limp while still inside her warm oven. We were exhausted and we fell asleep clinging onto each other… I hope you enjoyed my first story here. I will be following up with a few more parts to the story. For any feedback, you can send me a mail to [email protected]