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Bhuvaneswari: Beautiful Soul sex story
The vintage years:
They called her a whore when I first met her. Getting off the train at a ramshackle station halfway to nowhere, the early morning mist mingling with the steam from the engine, she sat quietly. Waiting perhaps. Who knows what for. I walked up to her, standing in front, my crotch just before her face.
Her hands rose to her blouse, raising it up to expose whole fulsome breasts, fingers playing with her nipples as they rose to face the wind. With a sudden deftness, she slid down the zipper of my jeans and pushed in a hand, groping for the thickness of my penis, already growing hard. She drew me out and grasped the rugged hardness, pushing back the skin to expose a raging fiery tip.
My hands grabbed her pendulous breasts, full and soft and succulent in my palms. A quiet groan escaped her lips as she opened her mouth and took my cock in, letting her slithery wet saliva douse some of the burning heat. Her fingers tickled the base of my dick and the wrinkled skin of my scrotum.
I pushed deep into her mouth till she enveloped its entire length and I felt the back of her throat. Memories of another time flashed through my brain. Bhuvaneswari gave me her body when she was only 18. Behind the temples, hidden in a cave in the rocks, she stripped her clothes and bared her body to my eyes.
A thick bush already grew above her cunt.
For years she didn't shave it or even trim it. A wilderness on fire wen we fucked. And when I first kissed her there, letting my tongue lash her clitoris, then push past the soaking wetness of her folds into the depths of her vagina, she screamed in ecstasy. Her body burned and the heat that emanated from it blanketed me in a quiet storm. She was never satisfied in those days.
She demanded her pound of flesh every time I came in her. She wanted me hard again; she wanted my cock to spray her with cum, to bathe her face and her tits, to shoot out against her breasts and stomach. She always wanted more.
Even in her shanty home, where she lived alone. She would be dressed for the night. For me. She forbade me to touch her till she allowed. She would deftly unhook her blouse, letting it flap open to reveal her breasts, unhindered by a brassiere. I longed to touch her all over, to take her nipples into my mouth, nip them gently with my teeth. But never till she was ready.
She teased a lot. She took payment as well. But never money. She took my love first; then my soul. In the yard at the back of her house, I waited silently one morning. When she stepped out to hang out the was after her bath, I startled her. I grabbed her body, ripping my clothes off as I tore away her wrap. I buried my face first in he breasts, as my hand groped beneath the folds to find her hairy cunt. I pushed my fingers deep inside only to find that she was already soaking wet. That once, she let me lay her down on the ground, pull her dress up and thrust myself deep into her. My palms grabbed her buttocks as I pummelled my cock into her in a raging fit. She came in huge lusty heaves, screaming to the heavens as she grabbed my hair and pushed herself wildly against me. Oh Bhuvaneswari, my whore, my bitch!
The Glitz Years
And now, so many years later, they still call her a whore. True or not, she still doesn't charge me; in fat she owes me. She still has my love and my soul. Not a year goes by when I don't visit her; sometimes in her village home, but mostly in the city. She knows when I'm coming, even though I never tell her. She grows her pubic hair for me, wanting the same pleasures that we always had, rekindling the lust and the love of a bygone time.
When I stand above her now, she shows me her pussy, parting the lips through the thick foliage. She wants me tokiss her there. I can never resist. I stick my penis in he mouth and she sucks till I feel the fever rise. I push fingers into her cunt till I feel the shivers run through her. Then I kneel before her and taste the delicate scent of musk from her depths. Feeling the gorged clit against the tip of my tongue, hard and demanding. Slathering her as I grasp her buttocks and pull her towards my face.
And she slips out of her dress, pulling it off her. Bhuva-neswari. Bhuva. Dancer. Whore. Slut. All mine.
Revealed in all her glorious splendour, she beckons me. I stand like a supplicant before her as she eases my jams off my legs, the short off my back. No accoutrements on the body. Pure flesh. Ripe. My hardness cannot be contained. She grips my cock firmly, stroking, petting, kissing, licking. I shudder as her tongue flicks out at my testicles, my penis throbbing.
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But she lays back, watching my body. Its been a very long time. I know she is transported back to the days in the village, where I stepped off the train as a stranger and met this fateful woman. Made her mine. Or did she make me hers? I stare into those eyes and the passionate lust peers at me as she raies her thigh. parts the lips of her cunt, and invites me in. She tells me she has never been with another man. Never. Not before I got off the train; and never after she met me. So why do they call her a whore. I know she was a virgin when I first slept with her; yet they called her a whore, a harlot, even then.
An act. A play. Draped in virginal blue, she strips for me. Reminds me that her purity remains untarnished despite what we have been doing overthe years. Perhaps because of what we have been doing. Do we make love, or do we fuck? Does it even matter? Do I want my soul back? Or am I happy with it in her custody. Oh! Bhuvaneswari, answer me. Show me the way.
Lie back, let my eyes drink in the beauty before the wildness in me surfaces. Spread your legs apart, show me the forest that protects paradise. Then allow me to enter. Kiss me, Bhuva. Push your tongue into my mouth, drape your arms around me and let me feel your palms play on my back. Let me feel them glide down to my ass, grip me, pull me in. Hard as a rock, my staff pushes through the gates of your body. Wrap your legs around my torso as I pummel you like a jackhammer gone wild. I feel the stirring deep down, now turning to a boil. My need to possess you completely. My desire to drown in you, with you. Like a rushing raging gushing mass from a broken damn, I erupt inside you. Spurts of hot thick molten shoot in automatic bursts as I drive deeper and deeper inside you.
For another year I will go in the morning. We never sleep for the three nights that we are together. And just as she knows when I am about to arrive, soo too she knows when I will leave. No words do we speak in these overpowering days. But with the love and the passion and the lust, there is deep caring. I for her and she for me. Some day I will not return. Or some day, she will not be here when I knock on the door. Till then I drink the milk of her human kindness. Till then, she is the protector of my soul and the bearer of my love.
I will take this vision away with me for another year. No wildfire. Just genteel. Like a calm ocean, depleted after a raging storm. Caring. Considerate. Loving. Virgin whore!.
Till then, our dreams go on. We live different lives; on different paths. But the linkage is pure; her love for her man is secure. Bhuva. Sweet bitch of mine. Beautiful Bhuvaneswari. Go out there and live your life like a storm!
House of Disrepute
Asha has always been a favourite although I dont spend enough time with her. My face busried in her chest, tongue longing to thrash her hard nipples, hands grabbing her wholesome tits, sneaking a finger into her cunt -- we love playing with each other. She'll dress up for me, and then do a striptease while my cock goes on the rampage. Then she'll unzip my trousers and draw out an already rigid and thick penis and rub it against various parts of her body. Making love to her is always a mind expanding experience, losing myself in the vortex of time and space when she tightens her vaginal muscles to draw a full load of cum from my cock. And I grip her buttocks so tightly, drawing her to me everytime that happens, driving deep ito her, sometime tearing apart her tight vaginal lips. Sweet Asha, beautiful Flora, my own Mayuri.
Bhuvaneswari has been my whore, my mistress and my friend since she was 18 years old, or maybe a little younger than that. We fuck more than we make love; and I think I've fucked her more than any other woman. She has taken my engorged phallus into every orifice. I still remember when I introduced her to anal -- delicately at first, then savagely; I raped her that night, holding her down as she lay on her stomach, parting her thick thighs, lubricating her asshole the first time, then plunging my fiery cock into her anus till it went deep inside her; 8,9 inches deep; and how she cried that night. First out of fear, then because of the pain, and finally on account of a pleasure she had never experienced before. She wants me in her anus more than she wants me anywhere else nowadays when we meet.
Every time, which is at least once a year for the last few years, before our first night together is over, she will have willed me to a state of frantic arousal and desire to fuck her backside. We smoke a couple of joints, drink a couple of vodka tonics, and she plays with my cock, not letting me enter her. We kiss deep tongue probing kisses, I fondle her massive tits, play with her pubic hair which she leaves unshaven when she knows I'll be visiting, and i rub her clit till she's dripping wet.
Sometimes, she'll pay with another girl -- last time it was Anushka. She made the young girl spurt a massive burst as she climaxed; then she came to me, turned around, knelt down and bent over, parting her buttocks, waiting for me to shove my engorged phallus into her asshole. Within a minute of my piercing her, we came in a crescendo of bursting cum -- huge loads with every thrust, and the hot liquid trickled down the insides of her thighs.
As I lay down alone in the room, my cock large but limp, Spoorthi walked in and climbed on to the bed. She seemed fascinated with my huge penis, rubbing her fingers along the lenght, the bending down and taking me into her mouth. Wet and hardening, she slipped my cock between her breasts and shagged me till I came on her chest, deep pools of cum in her cleavage.
And of course, there's Namitha. She puts on weight every once in a while, then loses it again. But she's a voluptuous woman. The first time I fucked her, I paid. She was a whore. The second time I fucked her, she took no money. And since then, we meet every once in a while, spending a night or two together. She is one of the greatest fucks I have experienced. My body, stripped of all my clothes, lying on a bed next to a naked Namitha, is sinful bliss. There is so much of her; firm in the right placces, smooth skin all over, perfect nipples and a mouth that was made for kissing. That is Namitha. Her breasts are what first attracted me to her. I still remember unbuttoning her shirt the first time, pushing aside the cups of her brassiere, and freeing those huge jugs. Taking the nipple into my mouth, feeling her hand snake down my front and unzip my jeans, reaching inside with delicate fingers.
I couldn't resist. I pushed her back on to the bed and as her skirt rose, I tore off her panties and pushed my face against her cunt, my tongue diving into her vagina, her lips already soaking wet. I nibbled on her clitoris as it slowly thrust out, hardening against my tongue. I slipped a hand under her ass and felt the form contours of her back side as I slipped a finger into her anus.
But she wanted more that night. She turned around, raised herslef on her knees and offered her buttocks to me. I kissed her asshole, wetting it with my saliva, then rose and took my cock in my hand. Parting her asshole with the fiery tip of my cock, I gripped her hips firmly and shoved myself into her, like a spear being forced into her grotto. She wanted me to cum inside.
Charmi. Elusive and sometime frigid. Not the best of fucks but what a blowjob she gives. To me at least. Naked, she kneels in front of me and takes nmy cock into her mouth. It grows from a flaccid cock to a rigid granite hard steel rod in her mouth. I thrust in and out like I'm fucking her face; she shuts her eyes and looks as though she's enjoying the sensation in places other than her mouth. Her face flushes, her cunts begins to drip with pre-cum, her nipples jut out, and all the time I just hold her head and keep ramming myself into her. Whwn I cum, for brief moment my cock escapes her mouth and I offload huge thick dollops of semen on her face.. But before another spurt, she takes me back into her mouth where the next bursts of semen squirt against the back of her throat as she swallows every drop of the hot white liuid.
