Horny Indian Housewife’s Infatuation For Big Dick – Part 1
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I am Neelu, 37 years of age, married, and have two children. Ever since I married my husband, my life has become lifeless, without sexual satisfaction. To this date, my hubby could not give me a single orgasm due to his premature ejaculation each time he takes me, that too once in a fortnight. This was till I was 25, after which there was no sex between us at all. He was very conservative and did not indulge in oral sex with me. He had a very small penis by any standard with only 3 inches when fully erect. Sexual awareness started early in my life with soft adult stories and pictures that my friends shared with me. I lost my virginity to my tuition professor. When I learned I was pregnant, my parents married me off to my present husband even though he was more than double my age. I had no say in it except to be silent on the insistence of my parents. I had do it to preserve the virtue and dignity of our family. I was sexually very active in my college days in all respects, except pussy penetration. There was moral support from my mom as long as I did not lose my virginity. She even did not object to my boy and girl friends visiting me at my home for combined studies and casual visits. This was the past. Coming to my present life, my sexual urges and needs kept burning me with desires. My hubby could not fulfill them. So I somehow started to take advantage of the opportunities that came my way in discreet relations. Some of these relations were short and spontaneous and some were long and ongoing. I am relating one such experience which is with an African student who was studying at a college in India. I met him when he leased a portion of our villa with one room, study room and washroom. He was 20 years young and in his final year of graduation. At that time, I was 24 years of age and blessed with one son (from my first pregnancy from the professor. My hubby thinks our son is his). From our first meeting, I felt sexual feelings between us. We both started befriending each other by sharing food and gifts several times when my hubby was at his business. My son was in primary school and returned home only after 4 pm. The hope brought happiness in my life. I started to get closer and closer to the African student. His name was Jim. He was nice and tall (around 6.1) with an athletic build. My son also got very fond of him as he used to take my son on his bike trips during the late evenings.) The first time it happened with Jim was on my marriage anniversary with my husband. I prepared some special food and I went to share it with Jim. It was a Saturday and a working day for my hubby. I was in my favorite color saree, blouse, skirt and panties without a bra (I hate wearing bras). By rule, my blouses were modest without deep cleavage except a few which I customized for special occasions and hid from my hubby. I was wearing a very low-cut blouse that day. I entered his room, placed the food on the table and asked if he would like to eat now or later. Jim was working out at that time and he was only in his shorts and nothing else. I could see his erection pushing out with a hard-on. I told him it was my marriage anniversary. He greeted me by offering his hand which I shook. But he held on and pulled me to him! I could feel the sweat and aroma of his male body that really touched my sexual feelings. Spontaneously, the African college guy took my lips in his mouth and started to kiss me. I let loose my hunger with dirty passion sending blissful sensations all through my body. I returned his kiss with an open mouth and kept sucking his tongue. He put his hands on my buttocks over my saree and pulled me hard toward his pelvis. I felt his hard-on pushing hard at my navel while he continued to explore my mouth with his tongue. His hands kept on feeling, caressing and measuring my sexy wide buttocks of 40 inches. I kept my eyes closed and started to enjoy the feelings rushing to my every nerve while my hands circled around his neck. I was passionately enjoying the mouth-to-mouth kissing that I always love so much. Then the African guy carried me to his bed and pushed me on my back while lifting my saree. He started kissing and licking my cunt over my panties for a couple of minutes. He pulled off my panties and inserted his tongue tip in my eagerly lubricated hairy pussy. I started to rock uncontrollably with the onset of my first orgasm in waves of blissful heaven against his tongue that I felt after a long time (except those solo orgasms that I feel with my self-stimulation). He then turned into 69 and I grabbed his cock from his shorts without removing them. I started to suck his nice and shy black dick while pushing his cock head foreskin with the tip of my tongue. It kept growing which I could not measure accurately but it was huge by any average standards. He kept licking my pussy opening while darting his tongue now and then on my flowery sphincter which drove me crazy with lust. Suddenly, the African guy stopped licking my pussy and came on top of me and inserted his cock in my pussy. It truly hurt and pushed the limit of my pussy opening. My pussy tightly gripped his engorged cock. Inch by inch, he gained full access to my pussy. I felt his cock enter my womb. We lay silent without moving for a couple of minutes. He then pulled out my boobs from my deep cleavage without opening the hooks of the blouse. He started to go berserk with his lips, tongue and teeth on my swollen boobs and my hard puffy nipples. I kept praying to God that this pleasure never stopped and he kept doing what he was doing to me. My thighs were stretched to the limit as he slowly started to move in my pussy. I moaned in utter delight and sweet pain. The African student’s hands never stopped kneading my boobs and stuffing each boob in his mouth. I lifted my buttocks to receive his each thrust. I let go my rushing orgasms with sweet moans of delight, passion and heavenly lust with each electrifying release of my sticky waters from my cunt. To be continued in Part 2.