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Hi Folks, this is Taurus, your favorite storyteller, with another of his beautiful sexual experiences. Thanks for your continued responses to my earlier stories.
This particular incident happened during the recent Gujarat riots. I was on official visit to Ahmedabad. I was there in Ahmedabad for more than a week and was planning to return back to Mumbai. Early in the afternoon I checked out of the hotel and took an auto-rickshaw and reached the station. I booked my reservation and went to the platform. The train was expected after one hour and I was seated on the bench. Other passengers had also started arriving and one lady came and sat near me on the bench. The coolie who had brought her luggage kept the same down. She took out a twenty-rupee note and handed it to the coolie. But the coolie said he had fixed fifty rupees for the luggage. The lady became furious and a big argument ensued. I had no choice but to interfere in the matter. I asked the lady what was the problem. She told me that she had engaged the coolie just outside the station and he had told twenty rupees for carrying the luggage to the platform. She said now this man is demanding fifty rupees. I then told the coolie that I would report him to the station authorities and also showed him my Identity Card. He then quietly went away. The lady thanked me profusely. Apparently she was alone and I then immersed in my magazine. After sometime she got up and went to the railway canteen. After few minutes she returned and handed over tea. I told her “You have unnecessarily taken trouble”. She said “No, its no trouble. You have been so kind to help me”. We then sat chatting with each other.
During discussion, I came to know that she was Maharashtrian and her name was Mrs. Swati Shetye. She had come to visit her maternal uncle who was staying around 35 kms away from Ahmedabad. Her cousin sister had got engaged two days back and she had come to attend the function. Since there were many relatives at home, she had been dropped at Ahmedabad Railway Station by a family friend of her uncles. Swati was around 33 yrs old, wheatish complexion, 5’4” tall, medium sized boobs, plump figure and rounded ass. She was wearing a maroon coloured saree which was accentuating her figure. She was a near perfect copy of Jaya Prada, the film actress and now Member of Parliament. I also introduced myself to her and we were soon conversing in Marathi. I am a North Indian but since I have studied in Mumbai I speak good Marathi. So in this manner we sat chatting with each other. Soon we realised that our train had not come. On enquiry with the canteen manager we came to know that some problem had occurred at Godhra Station. He was not fully aware of the problem.
After another fifteen minutes, pandemonium broke loose on the station. Everybody was running helter-skelter. On enquiry from a person I came to know that one bogie of train coming to Ahmedabad had been burnt and many innocent people had been burnt alive. When I told this to Swati she was scared. I assured her that there is nothing to worry about. I went to the Stationmasters cabin and enquired from him. He informed me about the incident at Godhra and told that in reaction to the Godhra incident, riots had started at Godhra, Surat, Ahmedabad, Baroda, etc. I then asked whether trains would be running. He said that all trains were suspended for the time being. I came and informed this to Swati. On hearing about the trains, Swati burst into tears. I was puzzled. I told Swati to cool down and we would find a solution. Just at that moment it was announced on the speakers that Curfew had been imposed in Godhra, Surat, Baroda and parts of Ahmedabad. The passengers were told to vacate the station and find a safe place. Swati was uncontrollably crying now. She said “What shall I do now. I don’t know anybody in Ahmedabad. Trains have been cancelled, I cannot even go to my uncles place due to the curfew”. She again started crying. I then told her “Swati, don’t worry, if you have belief in me, we will go out and find a solution. I think we should go to a hotel and wait till the situation is normalised. You can telephone your uncle and husband from the hotel”. Somehow she agreed and I called up a coolie and he took our luggage. He also took advantage of the situation and charged hundred rupees for carrying the luggage. The rickshawwallah also took advantage and charged Rs. 200/ - to take us to a good decent hotel. After fifteen minutes, he dropped us in front of Hotel Royal in the heart of the city. The hotel foyer was already full with people. I enquired about the situation from the Hotel manager. I showed him my Identity card. He informed me that entire Ahmedabad city had been placed under curfew and he could not definitely say when the situation would improve. I came and informed Swati about the new development and suggested that we should book rooms for the stay before they are full booked. Swati agreed and we both went to the lobby and I reserved a separate single room for her and myself. She requested the Manager to give us adjacent rooms. Luckily, there were two vacant adjacent rooms on the top floor. I paid our rents for the day and gave my Credit Card. After completing the procedure, the Manager called the attendant and we were settled in our rooms. After sometime, I got a call from Swati’s room. She wanted me to come to her room. I immediately reached her room. She said “I will have to call my husband and my uncle to inform them of the present situation. I then rang up the lobby and gave them the two numbers and also gave my own residence number. Her uncle’s number was connected and she talked to her Uncle and explained her the situation. Her Uncle told her that Curfew was imposed in their area as well and he was also helpless. He suggested her to stay put in the hotel until the situation improves and then he would come and fetch her. The lobby connected my residence number in Mumbai and I spoke in detail with my wife and kids and told them not to worry. Next, Swati spoke to her husband and fully explained him the situation. He understood immediately and directed Swati not to be afraid and stay in the hotel. Swati told her husband the hotel telephone number and disconnected. I then excused myself and went and had a refreshing bath in my room.
At eight thirty, I called Swati and enquired about dinner. She said “I have booked table for both of us in the restaurant. I was just going to ring up and tell you. Are you ready”. I said “No, I will have to dress up. I will come within ten minutes”. I changed into blue jeans and yellow t-shirt. I knocked on her door. Swati came out immediately. She was wearing a serene white Punjabi sleeveless churidar kameez. I couldn’t take my face off her. She was looking really sexy. When we both entered the restaurant, everybody was looking at Swati. I was proud that Swati was accompanying me, she appeared real beautiful and sexy. We had our dinner together. We chatted a lot during the dinner. We talked about our life till date. Before we got up from the table, we were very good friends. I paid the dinner bill. By the time we reached our rooms it was ten-thirty and I planned to go to sleep. But Swati asked me to come in. She said “Lets listen to the news”. I switched on the TV. The news was full of details of Godhra massacre, rioting, looting in major cities of Gujarat. It was really terrifying. I said “Forget it, Swati. Let us see some movie”. I then surfed the channels and put on a English Movie. We saw the entire movie upto eleven thirty in the night. I have the habit of surfing channels in between advertisements. As I was surfing, in one of the channels, a blue movie was being relayed. I was embarrassed. I looked at Swati, she was flushed, but there was a mischievous smile on her face. I then switched off the TV in embarrassment. I bid goodbye to her and came to my room and changed into my night-suit and flopped on the bed. After ten minutes, the intercom bell rang. It was Swati. She said “Oh, I am scared. There is lot of noise on the street down below. I saw people running around with naked swords. Please you come to my room”. On reaching her room, I found she was terror-stricken and was trembling. I calmed her and gave her a glass of cool water. I encircled my arms around her shoulders and made her sit on the bed. After five minutes, I felt her calm down a little, but we became conscious of our close proximity. But neither of us wanted to go away from each other. Swati said “Destiny has put us two total strangers together. I don’t know what would have happened if I had not met you”. I said “Yes, Swati, life springs such surprises on you. Well, I am happy that I could help you”. The warmth of her body was slowly pervading my senses and her closeness was arousing me.
I think Swati was also feeling the same. She kept her head on my chest and we sat there for a long time. We were both waiting one of us to take the next step. But we were both caught in a dilemma. I gauged the situation and I tightly embraced her in my arms. She sank in my arms willingly. I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. There were emotions of shyness and hesitation in her beautiful eyes. I asked “Swati, can I kiss you”. She looked deep in my eyes and read something in them, then she nodded in affirmation. I slowly placed my hot lips on her sensuous lips. Soon we were frantically kissing each other. Our hand exploring each other’s bodies, roaming over our bodies, exciting every inch. We both got up and speedily divested our clothes. We could not wait any more, within seconds we were fully nude. Swati was picture of pristine beauty without her clothes. Her well-shaped boobs were protruding, her taut nipples erect, her bushy hair extending an invitation to my wavering cock. She again came into my arms and placed her face on my hairy chest. I lifted her and put her on the bed and came and lied down next to her.
I placed my cold and shivering hands on her waist. I was now panting very heavily and my hands were roaming all over her buttocks and back. I could feel her passion rising as sweet electric currents of sexual awakening coursed through her body. Swati caught hold of my hands and placed them on her boobs. She caressed my face and head and slowly guided it in between the cleft of her two breasts. The sweet smell of her boobs and her body odor were divine and the aroma intoxicated me. I caught her by the waist and pulled her closer to me, we were tightly wound to each other now. I wrapped my legs over her plump waist. I massaged her left boob with the palm of my right hand in a slow circular motion and also placed my burning lips on her boobs. She let out a moan. I was now kissing her all over her breasts, giving soft bites in between. She directed my lips to her taut nipples and said “Suck them, suck them hard”. I took her right nipple in my mouth and started sucking it. Swati was already inflamed by the kissing and was now further ignited by the sucking. She caught my head in her hands and turning it towards herself placed her own burning hot lips on my lips. I immediately responded by kissing her deeply. Swati appeared to be more experienced so she kissed me deeply, inserting her tongue inside my mouth and playing with my tongue. I started massaging them vigorously applying more pressure. I tweaked her left nipple between his fingers and she let out a cry. I was now concentrated on massaging her breasts with full devotion.
After some time, Swati whispered softly in my ears. I was very busy massaging her breasts and sucking her nipples. My saliva was all over her beautiful breasts and they were now shining bright and wet. She said “Please place your hand on my cunt. It is waiting for you to explore her”. Her thighs were rounded and were milky white. I placed my hands on her thighs and caressed them softly feeling the sticky wetness. As soon as I caressed her wet cunt and inserted my finger inside, indescribable sensations coursed through her body. Swati herself was in a state of frenzy, the sweet and soft caresses of her new lover were igniting her dormant passions. I could not wait to see her cunt and therefore slid down towards her cunt. The exquisite vignette, which slowly enfolded before me left me breathless. The pubic hairs covered the cunt. I split open the outer and inner labia opened and saw the tip of her clitoris protruding from the innards of her deep cunt. Swati kept her forefinger on her clitoris and gave it a soft tug. The supine clitoris sprang to life and jutted out of the cunt. Her cunt was now slippery and wet with her juices. I placed my nose at the entrance of her cunt and inhaled the musky smell, which was emanating from her aroused cunt. I kept my lips on her clitoris and leapt my tongue out and flicked her clitoris once. Swati shuddered violently. Her whole body was on fire. Next I devoted my attention to suck the outer-inner labia of the cunt and in between flicked the clitoris with my tongue. But when I saw that whenever I flicked the clitoris Swati went into a frenzy, I placed the tongue on the clitoris and started sucking and licking it vigorously. Apparently, this direct pressure on her clitoris activated the pleasure zones and Swati started humping her cunt to the rhythm of my licking. I increased the pace of my licking corresponding them with the moans which were becoming louder and louder. It did not take time for her to reach a crescendo and with a scream she reached an exhilarating orgasm. Her body jerked itself into thin air. She pushed her face deep into my face, her thighs holding my head vice-like and her hands holding my hairs. Spasm after spasms of her orgasm echoed through her body and when the pleasing sensations subsided she flopped back on the bed with a thud. Her cunt gushed out its fresh juices and I placed my tongue in between and started slurping the heavenly manna.
The vigorous activity of licking and sucking the clitoris had drained me. I flopped on the bed besides her and took her in my arms. She opened her eyes for a second but went back to her satisfied stupor completely exhausted by the divine orgasm she had just attained. Our soft reverie was broken by shrill noises from the street. Swati held me tightly and I further tightened my grip on her body, comforting her. Swati was deep in stupor, her long black hairs spread on his face like a veil. After some time she opened her eyes and found herself curled up in my arms. She kissed my forehead with deep gratitude and affection. I gathered her hair in one swoop from her face and placed my hot lips on her lips and kissed them. I kissed her deeply, diving my tongue deep into her mouth rolling her tongue. Our sweet saliva was inter-mingling and I felt my cock rising. Swati too felt the pressure of my manhood on her thighs and kept her hand on my erect cock. She caught hold of my cock from the base and tugged it hard. The cock head was wet with our pre-cum and Swati licked it clean. My cock is brownish black and quiet thick, the pubic hairs were sprouting out around the base of my cock since I had not cut them for a long time. My scrotum bag was encasing the family jewels, which were also covered with hairs. Swati gave a lick from the base of my cock to the top. She took the head in her mouth and rolled her tongue sending electric sensations through my already hot body. Slowly, she lowered her head and completely engulfed my cock in her mouth. She remained like this feeling the length of the cock in her mouth and started bobbing on the total expanse of the cock slowly. I was now in the throes of passion. Swati increased her pace and was now feverishly bobbing on my hard cock, licking sucking the head. My cock was now wet and shining with her saliva. As soon as she took hold of my balls and started caressing them, I felt my pleasure multiplied. She increased her sucking speed and was now rotating my balls in her fingers. I couldn’t bear the pleasure any more, and I was thrashing on the bed, my hips pushing up as if sending the long hard cock deep into her mouth. Swati appeared to be an expert and soon I was moaning and screaming with pleasure. I held her head in my hand pulling at her hairs and started pushing my cock into her mouth as if I was fucking her mouth. Again, it did not take very long for the inevitable. Suddenly, with a jerk I lunged my hips in the air and my body became taut. Swati expertly squeezed my balls and my orgasm flooded through. The hot jets of semen slapped straight at her throat and she gagged on the jism. Swati was not amazed at the ferocity of the orgasm but the amount of jism which I unloaded in her mouth. She swallowed the sweet semen and kept the now receding cock in her mouth. When the cock limped to normalcy she let it out and licked it clean.
We were both temporarily exhausted by the sexual activity but our enthusiasm to enjoy sex more intimately was not dimmed. I was now eagerly awaiting the chance to fuck this sexy Maharashtrian lady who was very experienced in the sweet nuances of sex. It was a d-day in my life – some of my most ardent fantasies were being realized. I was euphoric at the turn of events and was happy that I was going to fulfill one of my early childhood fantasies, that of fucking a Maharashtrian lady. I have been born and brought up in Mumbai. It is natural that I have an affinity to Maharashtrian ladies. They are very sexy, especially the Brahmin Mahrashtrians. The way they wear their sarees known as “Lugdah”, their figures are accentuated. I used to specially look at the their buttocks which would sway when they walked. I had vigorously masturbated fantasizing about all the Marathi ladies of my locality. Now, destiny had literally given me my chance to fulfill my fantasies and I was going to take it with both hands. I suggested Swati that we will have a refreshing bath before fucking. She nodded. I then picked up Swati in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. She said “Come, I will massage you with oil”. We were both standing completely nude in front of each other. I stood there soaking her beauty. She was very beautiful with a well rounded sexy body – plump and fleshy. Her waist was curvaceous and her ample breasts juggled when she moved. But the best part was her perfectly shaped ass, which flared in an exquisite manner from her hips. Swati herself was inspecting the strong physique of her new lover who had strong chest and well-shaped arms. I had a small hip for my height, which suggested a recoiled strength. My semi-erect 7” cock was jutting out and paying obeisance to her beauty. She blushed at her own thoughts. I saw her blushing and asked her “Kaay jhala ga (what happened, why are you blushing)”. She replied “Kahi nahi re (Nothing really) , I was admiring your strong body. You are very handsome and your cock is well developed ”. I said “Its is probably because of the beautiful lady standing in front of me”. She laughed and said “Chhee, thatta karu nako majhi, me kuthe evadi sundar aahe (hey don’t make fun of me, I am not that beautiful)”. I said “Tu kiti sundar aahe he majhya dolyane bagitalyavar tula samjhanar (You will only know how beautiful you are when you see yourself with my eyes)”. She didn’t say anything but poured the oil directly from the bottle onto my wide and hairy chest and some more on my hard cock. She kept the bottle aside and started massaging my chest in a circular motion. Her expert hands were rubbing the oil in each crevice of my body and I was feeling an exquisite feeling of all the tensions leaving me. She slowly took my rock hard cock in her hand and gave it a soft massage ensuring that I did not attain a orgasm. She religiously massaged my entire body with expertise. Next it was my turn to reciprocate. I clumsily poured oil on her breasts and back and started effectively massaging her. I paid special attention to her big breasts squeezing them roughly between my palms. Swati shouted “Arrree, kay kartos he tu, mala dukhtay re (It pains me darling. Do it slowly)”. As if on cue I placed my palms flat on her nipples and massaged the balls softly. She gave herself up to the pleasing sensations. I massaged her entire body and paid special attention to her chooth pouring lots of oil onto her pubic hairs and rubbing the oil deep into her chooth. Afterwards, we took a prolonged shower with both rubbing soap onto each other and removing the excess oil. The cold bath and the close proximity ignited our passions manifold. Swati scrubbed herself and me clean with towel and we stepped out of the bathroom. I was glowing with all the roller-coaster experiences and I was dying in anticipation for the final act that was now a near certainty.
I put my hand on her waist and led her into the bedroom and made her sit on the bed. I kept my hands on her breasts and squeezed them. She reprimanded me mockingly and said “ He sarv kahi purey jhala aata, aata aapan mudya varti yeoo(Its enough now, let us come to the basics”. I understood her eagerness for fucking. She said “Aata changlya tare ne jhav mala. Mi aikla hota ki Punjabi purush agadi mast rityane jhavtath. Mala aaj tyacha praman de (Now fuck me properly. I had heard that punjabi men are very good at fucking. Now prove it to me”. I said “Swati, me aaj tula itkya changlya rityane jhavnaar ki tula ayushyat konihi assa jhavla nasel (Swati, I will fuck you so nicely today, that you must not have been fucked in this way)”. I went and sat down next to her and embraced her tightly. She started rubbing her hands over my entire body, rubbing and squeezing my buttocks. She came closer to me and tightened her embrace and commenced kissing me on my eager lips, giving a deep french kiss. I responded to her delicious kissing. Our lips were entangled, tongues searching and reaching out to each other. I kissed her cheeks, eyes, ears, throat and all over her neck. She was trembling with the fiery kisses. I was intermittently nibbling her ears, her lips and was giving small bites on her cheeks and neck. I wandered my hands over her ample bosom and caressed her boobs. I tweaked the nipples in between my fingers and soon placed my hot lips on the nipples. Swati was moaning with desire. Her guttural voice was evidence that she was being taken to a peak of sexual bliss. Soon I started frantically massaging her boobs and Swati was thrashing on the bed. I then shifted my attention to each nook and crevice of her body and showered it with wet kisses. My hands were igniting the sexual fires, which had been frozen by the temporary break in our sexual activity. My hand slowly crept towards her thighs, creating a circular motion on her knee and caressing her inner thighs. Soon I let my hands creep towards her chooth and in no time were playing with it. My hands opened the flowery buds of her chooth and were pinching and tickling the inner labia and Swati instinctively opened her pinkish brown, black labia folds to my touch. She slowly started grinding her chooth to my wet fingers and at that exact moment I also bit her right breast and inserted two fingers inside her chooth.
Swati was now in a state of agonizing pleasure. Her chooth was soaking wet with all the mental and physical stimulation it had to put up with. She said “Jorath ragad majhi puchi (Rub my cunt vigorously)”. But I knew that she was fully aroused and ready to take my cock in her hot chooth or rather puchi. I got up from her side and parted her two legs wide. I took hold of my cock or lund in my hand and placed it athe entrance of her puchi. My cock is quiet thick and her puchi which was already wet and slippery stretched open a bit to engulf it. I was delirious with pleasure. I kissed her fiercely as if thanking her and told " Swati, ek sangoo ka, aaj tu mala majhya jivanachi ek fantasy puri karnayas madat keli aahe (Swati, today you have fulfilled one of my fantasies)”. She said “Te kay re”. I said “Lahanpana passon mala eka Maharashtriyan bai hila jhavayche hote. Mala asaa vattha ki Marathi bayka khoop sundar astath ani te khoop sexy asthath (From childhood I wanted to fuck a Maharshtrian lady. I think they are quiet beautiful and sexy)”. She said “Tasach re, mala sudha asach vatayacha ki punjabi purush khoop dekhne anihee sexy astath (in the same way I used to also fell that Punjabi men are very handsome and sexy)”. I then began thrusting the entire length of my hard cock upto the entrance of her puchi and thrusting it back inside. It was sensational. I could feel the thousands of currents of tingling sensations, which shot inside her puchi and my hard lund. Swati was an expert, she too started thrusting upwards and started bucking her hips upward to meet my downward thrust. The meeting of our bodies was creating a slapping sound. Shpack shpack shpack………. It was exhilarating. Soon I could feel her orgasm building up inside her and waiting to erupt. Swati locked me with her legs, she tightly embraced my waist and was expertly guiding me in my rhythm. She started shouting incomprehensible words and thrusting her puchi fiercely on the entire length of my hard cock. And it did not take long for her to reach an earth shattering orgasm. The pent up sexual desires and passions erupted inside her puchi like a volcano and there was huge deluge of her puchi juices. This triggered my orgasm as well and I embraced her tightly. Our bodies were suspended half a feet on the bed in mid-air. We clung to each other like one body. My lund juices were flowing out of her overflowing puchai. The mixed juices were falling over the bedsheet. So I slid down and lay on the bed next to her.
We both lay exhausted, our arms entangled and breathing heavily. After some time I shifted and started massaging Swati’s nude body again. Swati said " Nako re …..I will die of the pleasure you have given me”. But I held on to her and started massaging her boobs and sucking her nipples. She took her hand below and found my cock was once again ready for action. She was amazed at my erection and the strength to bounce back so fast. She knew she had to once again give herself to this robust Punjabi purush, in her own words, who had just given her one of the best fucks of her life I adjusted myself between her legs and gave a shove and thrust my fully erect cock inside. The force with which I pushed stunned Swati. I had touched the cervix and she was ecstatic and in response kept her hand on my butts and started guiding me in the fucking motion. Soon I was fucking my lovely lover Swati strongly, first slowly but gathering speed gradually. I caught hold of her shoulders and was thrusting my cock deep inside her puchi. So much fucking in one single day had made Swati’s puchi ultra sensitive and she was racked with orgasm after orgasm. Once a woman reaches a plateau of pleasure she has multiple orgasms and Swati had attained that peak point. She knew it that this Punjabi purush had brought her to this point and she was pleased with herself. She was happy that she was the first Maharshtrian woman to have received his sexual attention. But I was yet to reach my orgasm so I slid one of my hands under her hips and with the other hand held her shoulders. Soon I started fucking her at a frantic pace. I was thrusting slowly and easily first but with every stroke my rock hard cock was now going deeper and deeper inside her wet and sensitive puchi. Swati felt herself bucking her hips automatically and she joined me and met my every thrust with her own thrust as if wanting to receive my cock in mid air. Soon we were both moving in perfect harmony like two waves meeting each other. Sometimes, my cock would come out up to its bulbous head and then I would again plunge it deep upto the balls into my Maharashtrian lovers wet puchi. My balls would go and slap her buttock with a sound "chappak, chapak, chappak, chaaappppaakkk". I soon commenced the long strokes. The long strokes denoted the beginning of the end. We were now copulating at a frantic pace. My solid cock was searing her puchi with deep plunges. Swati was now screaming at the top of her voice. I was worried that somebody will listen it in the street below but did not stop moaning and screaming " Yes, Yes, my dearest Punjabi lover, fuck me fassssssssttttttterrrrrrr.Yes, fffffaaaaaaassssssstttttterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr mmmmmmaaaaannnn, Aaaaaaaaaahh, aaaaaarrrr..aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh… ooooooooohhhhhhhhh.. aaahhhmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa mmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii, Oh, oh, oh, oh, aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Swati let out a fierce scream, bucked her puchi in mid air and reached a shattering orgasm. I was meanwhile furiously pumping her puchi, with Swati clinging tightly to me, and soon I too showered her flooded puchi with my searing hot load. The storm had reached a new high. Our breathing was now fast and we were heaving on each other’s bodies. We were exhausted to our bones and were lying on each other like dead logs. We fell in a heap over each other totally fatigued by the sexual extravaganza, which we had just experienced. We both don’t know when we fell into deep sleep.
It was nearly ten o’clock when we stirred from our sleep. Swati immediately contacted her husband first thing in the morning and explained in detail the situation she was in. He had also read the newspapers and was worried for her. He told her to take care of herself and not venture out of the hotel till the situation was under control. But the situation did not improve for another four days and we did not venture out of the hotel rooms. There was mayhem on the streets of Ahmedabad. We indulged in our own cozy mayhem in Swati and my own bed. By the time the four days passed my cock was battered and her puchi was swollen with my repeated onslaught.
The day we were to leave, Swati told me “Darling, I have had one of the most satisfying sexual days of my life. I thought my husband was very good in bed. But you have opened new sexual horizons for me in these few days. Thanks. I will never forget you”. I asked her contact number and address. But she refused to give it. But she took my telephone number and cell number assuring me that she would contact me when she felt safe to enjoy another round of great sex. We came together from Ahmedabad to Mumbai and sadly parted at Borivali station.
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