My Hairy Delight0 (0)
IN PICS: SNEHA | CONTRIBUTED BY: uffyejawaani
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Memories of all our past times together came flooding back as I wrapped my arms around Sneha’s back, pulling her to me and pressing my lips against hers. As hungry as I was, Sneha opened her mouth, welcoming my tongue as it found hers and we kissed like it was our first hungry kiss.
I couldn’t have enough of her, eating her mouth as my hands explored her back and caressed her ass-cheeks over her saree. If anything, marriage had only made her sexier – or was it that I found the prospect of fucking someone else’s wife a turn on?
Continuing to kiss her mouth, my hands lifted her saree and slipped inside lifting her petticoat up above her hips. Her panties had wedged deep into her ass crack giving me full access to her perfectly shaped butt-cheeks.
I squeezed and caressed her bum, running my fingers up and down her ass crack over her panties as we kissed, perhaps for 3-4 minutes, both of us overcome by passion and a hunger for each other that had been suppressed for the past two years since Sneha married and moved overseas.
Sneha had reached down, unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. As she started stroking me while we kissed, I was hard in no time.
“WOW! Sneha, I have missed you” I said panting as we eventually broke the kiss and came up for air.
“Me too” she replied, pulling my face back and kissing me with a renewed vigor, her tongue deep inside my mouth. Unbuttoning my pants, she let them slide down below my knees and pulled my underwear down to my thighs. Our tongues and lips were locked together while she stroked me.
I turned her around and kissed her neck. Moving her hair aside, I kissed and licked her above her back above blouse.
I started rubbing my hardness all over her ass cheeks. Then I started rubbing it up and down her ass crack. As I reached to pull her panties down, she stopped me.
“Make it last and give it to me inside my pussy,” she said.
Fuck! This married woman wanted me to cream her pussy. I could have exploded right then. That’s how aroused I was. I couldn’t help think back to the time before she got married.
Why did it have to end? Why did she have to marry someone else? Why couldn’t we have been doing this everyday for the past two years? My mind was battling these unanswered questions alongside the hunger for Sneha’s body as I continued to kiss her all over her body.
I remembered how it felt as I climaxed with my cock buried deep inside her. I remembered her screams of pleasure as her body shook with orgasms. I remembered her telling me how she could never get tired of feeling my hot cum course through her.
Today was going to be yet another recreation of countless other times before her marriage.
I couldn’t wait to strip Sneha out of her clothes and see her naked body. I ached to enjoy every inch of her with my mouth, tongue and hands before pounding her hairy pussy. The memory made me wonder if she still keep it bushy or if she had started shaving at her husband’s insistence? Is she still as tight as I remember? Will she want it as hungrily and as hard as she used to?
All this was going through my mind as as my hand cupped her breasts over her blouse and squeezed. Her body was emanating the unmistakable heavenly odor of sex that I remembered so well.
I knew she was soaking wet and eager for my cock, but I didn’t want this moment to end and didn’t want to stop kissing her delicious mouth.
We met today after two years of being apart and it felt like time had stood still.
The chemistry, the magnetism, the passion were all back and we were kissing in less than a minute after I entered her house and she closed the door behind us.
After a break-up two years ago, Sneha married and settled overseas. While staying connected on social media, there was a two-year silence in terms of meeting in person.
Back in the day, every time we met the end result was the same — hours spent in bed fucking again and again like there was no tomorrow. We just couldn’t get enough sex together.
That two-year draught would end today. Our story began at a party and seemed to end with Sneha’s marriage. But it wasn’t meant to end that way.
To those that think that the concept of having a perfect match is just a notion, let me say that it IS true. I don’t know about soulmates and emotional partners, but as you read further, it will become obvious that the concept of the perfect fit – sexually speaking – is very real.
A sexual match is more than the face and body. A sexual match can be in the form of shared fetishes, shared kinkiness and shared preferences too. You may say “you wouldn’t know about these till you get sexual with each other, so how would you know someone shares the same interests the first time you see them?” Well, I don’t know about the science behind it, but somehow, with Sneha, I just know.
“Wow!” I thought, unable to tear my eyes away from her breasts. It was my friend’s party and there were quite a few people there. Some of the girls were drop dead gorgeous and a few of us friends were having side conversations about them. And then it all faded into the background as Sneha walked in.
To be honest, I didn’t notice her face or body first, but something about her made it impossible for me to tear my eyes away. And then my eyes settled on her generously endowed breasts that were just perfect. I was riveted and enticed. I couldn’t tear my eyes away and had no clue what my friends were talking about.
The rest of the evening was spent imagining what her name might be, what she smelled like, whether she was clean shaven or hairy, what she would be like in bed…it was pure torture.
Sneha’s perspective
Truth be told, I am aware that I am not what most would consider a classical beauty. Average looking by most standards, I wear my attitude on my sleeve, making me seem unapproachable, snobbish and off-limits. I like to live life on my terms and challenge the social norms. Women should be fair – why? You should dress to impress – why? Shave karo yaar, acha nahin lagta – why? Deo kyun nahin pehenti? Why should I do anything to appease others. I wasn’t born wearing a deo, in fashionable attire, with a shaved body so why should I try and mask that which is naturally me? That has been my attitude and my “why?” has pushed away so many people. But I don’t care.
Also because of my attitude towards life and the “go-away” vibe I give out, I am not used to making heads turn or being leered at by men.
But I could feel the hair on my neck stand and eyes bore into me all evening at my friend’s party. It took me a while to figure out who it was, but I just knew I was being stared at, mentally undressed and ravaged by him.
I will confess today, my panties were wet all evening at the prospect of being taken right there, in the party by him. But sorry folks, that didn’t happen. A part of me was also repulsed and disgusted at being sexually appraised and I had half a mind to give that guy a slap and a piece of my mind. But that didn’t happen either. I’d be lying if I didn’t confess to enjoying the attention all evening.
After that night, he must have got my contact information from our friend, because he started pursuing me. I was amused and revolted at first and resisted his advances. But I couldn’t help the wetness I would feel between my legs whenever he contacted me and eventually I had to give in and agree to meet at a cafe.
I couldn’t understand the wetness I felt flood my pussy the moment I saw him sitting in the café, waiting for me. He wasn’t the first guy I had gone out to meet but he made my legs turn into rubber.
Both were awkward at first but there was an electric charge between us as we made small talk and sipped our coffee. When he first saw me, I saw his pants bulge between his legs. I smiled noticing his erection. We spent and hour together and I struggled to tear my eyes away from the outline of his hardon in his pants that just wouldn’t subside. When I left, I imagined him rushing to the bathroom to relieve himself — or would he somehow manage to hold on till he got home? I hoped he didn’t.
He was more than just interested in me and the pure lust in his eyes made that clear. Truth be told, I wanted his cock in me and imagined him fucking me throughout the hour we spent in the café.
I was soaking wet by the time we parted ways and was thankful for the jeans and the sanitary pad I had on.
When I got home, I stripped naked imagining it was his hands peeling my clothes off.
Once I got in bed, I couldn’t help masturbating while thinking of his hardness in me.
I came thrice before exhaustion took over and I slept, stark naked.
One meeting led to a second and a third. Soon we were going on rides and road trips together.
“Want to see it in person?” was the message that accompanied this picture one day.
“On yes, and the rest of you” I replied
“Then open the door” came back a minute later.
There she stood in a white top and jeans as I opened the door, a coy smile on her face. Pulling her in, I closed the door. Unsure of what to do next, I stood facing the door for a moment, my pulse racing. As a turned around to face Sneha, she was already pulling her top off. My jaw dropped as the bottom of her breasts became visible, and then her large areolas followed by her hard nipples as she pulled the top off completely.
As gorgeous as her boobs were, my eyes were transfixed on her hairy armpits and I couldn’t help myself as I pulled her to me and buried my face under her arm.
Her arms were still raised as she was pulling her top off, her face covered by her top and I licked her armpits, taking in the musky odor of her body. My hand grabbed a boob and squeezed. I was hungrily licking her hairy armpits and pinching her nipples by the time her top came off and she tossed it aside.
We had been past first base a number of times. We were comfortable kissing and pawing each other and the tension to go beyond was growing with every meeting. One day, while licking her sweaty neck, I told her I loved her body odor.
The closest we had come to having full-blown sex was yesterday, when we stroked each other to orgasm, fully clothed.
It may be cliched, but the last row in an almost empty movie theater was irresistible.
Her knowing smile told me that she knew I chose a flop movie to watch on purpose. As I slipped my hand inside her top, she gasped silently, sliding her hand over my hardness.
Kissing, caressing and pawing each other through the first half, I decided to go beyond in the second half. I undid the string of her chudidar pants and slid my hand inside as we kissed.
She responded by unzipping my fly and sliding her hand in through the slit in my underwear.
She pulled my cock out just as two of my fingers entered her soaking wet pussy.
For the next few minutes, both of us suppressed groans and moans as we pleasured each other.
I came first, shooting my load all over her hands and she followed a couple minutes later, soaking my fingers with here cum.
We did sit through the rest of the movie, kissing and pleasuring each other to two more orgasms with our hands.
Sneha’s perspective
When I got home from the movie, I had to masturbate too another orgasm before I fell asleep.
I woke up from a wet dream, and decided we had played enough. I needed his cock in me and today was going to be the day. I couldn’t prolong his and my own agony anymore.
I took a picture of my naked breast, dressed and headed off to his place.
When I sent him that pic while standing outside his door, my heart was thudding. What if he thought I was one of those girls that shares pics of her naked body with guys? What if it revolted him? What if he didn’t want me the way I wanted him?
I smiled when I saw his reply and now, in his arms, I was ready to take it all the way.
As he licked my armpits, electric currents shot through my body. I struggled with my top and when it eventually came off, he carried me to the bed. Laying me down, he undid my jeans and pulled them off.
He took his time licking and sucking on the inside of my thighs. My panties were soaked and he knew I wanted him.
When he finally pulled them off, I expected him to mount me and do his business, but he had other ideas.
When I pulled her jeans off, the dark wet spot on her white lace panties advertised her desire to be fucked. I watched as the wet patch grew in size while I licked the inside of her thighs right up to her groin and then back down the other side. In minutes, her panties were soaked and she was moaning, thrusting her hips towards me, begging me to eat her.
By the time I took her panties off, revealing her hairy bush, my cock was pulsing and my balls were aching. As much as I wanted to pound her, I also wanted to taste her. Burying my face between her legs, I opened her wide and slid my tongue inside her.
Finding her clit, I sucked on it, making her shiver, shudder and moan. I ate her clit for a good five minutes while my fingers drilled her pussy, pushing Sneha closer and closer to the orgasm that was building in her.
Yes, yes, yes…don’t stop…please don’t stop…she was moaning, holding clasping my hair and pulling my face into her. S
he erupted violently as I took her in my teeth, not biting, but caressing her swollen clit. She grabbed the sheets and her whole body shook as she came in my mouth.
She was still shaking, riding her orgasm, when I thrust my hardness inside her, making her scream and cum even more.
I slid in and out of her, my cock rubbing her clit with each thrust, keeping her cumming.
Within a couple minutes, I was all the way in and started hammering her hard, not letting her orgasm pass, making her scream as wave after wave of orgasm kept passing through her body with each thrust of my cock.
I didn’t last long, shooting my load inside Sneha within three minutes of wild pounding.
As I collapsed on her still-shaking body, I sucked her nipples hungrily, my spent cock still inside her pussy.
Eventually, her orgasm also passed and she stopped shaking.
“It’s not right to cum in a girl’s pussy you know,” she said caressing my hair and stroking my limp cock, “but I am glad you didn’t bother with a condom. I feel your warmth flooding me and it feels so good.”
She wasn’t done with me and didn’t stop stroking and sucking my cock till I was hard again.
We fucked three more times that day, the last one ending with a load of my cum inside her ass.
Sneha’s Perspective
I thought I would die through that orgasm. I didn’t know an orgasm that violent or that long till he fucked me that day. I kept cumming as he ate me, while he entered me, through his hard pounding and for minutes after he collapsed on me, completely spent. I felt his load as he erupted inside me and filled me with his cum and I wanted more.
I stroked and sucked him hard again and we fucked again and then he wanted to fuck my ass. He made me cum again and again as we fucked all day.
By the time I left that evening, I was sore all over, but totally addicted to his cock.
We fucked every other day for a whole year and I couldn’t have enough of him.
I wanted him to fuck me every day for the rest of my life, but then, life had other ideas.
When I met my husband, he was the absolute opposite. Kind and considerate as opposed to hungry and passionate, giving as opposed to demanding, gentle instead of hard, he made me revisit my relationships.
As they say, the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, and I started getting irritated at everything.
Eventually, I broke up and decided to marry the guy, who proved to be the exact opposite of a sexual match for me.
After moving overseas, I deliberately stayed out of touch with my past life, deciding to give marriage a chance and not judging my husband.
Two years later, the marriage itself was surviving on kinks and fetishes I didn’t think I’d ever participate in and I ached for the fucking I had enjoyed for a year before breaking up and deciding to get married.
“Why Sneha?” he asked as we broke the kiss, “why did you have to break up and get married.”
“I am sorry” I replied sobbing, as tears flowed down my face, “I really am sorry.”
We were in bed by now. We had kissed and groped each other for over an hour before I pulled her saree off. Carrying her to the bedroom, I lay her on the bed and climbed on top. Ripping her blouse and bra off, I had hungrily sucked on those heavenly tits, licked her still-hairy armpits, licked the sweat off her neck and breasts.
It was deja-vu all over again as I took her petticoat off and saw the unmistakable wet patch on her lace panties.
Licking her legs, I made my way to her crotch, watching the wet patch grow.
Spreading her legs wide, I licked her wet panties before pulling them off and devouring her pussy hungrily.
She came within minutes and I kept her cumming as I ate her through orgasm after orgasm.
She was shaking violently when I entered her. I had missed her pussy so much that I came within a minute.
Sucking her tits, I was hard again in no time and fucked her wildly for fifteen minutes before cumming again.
And then she sucked me hard again and made me fuck her a third time and then a fourth.
We were now lying in a sweaty embrace, her pussy overflowing with my cum, her hand clasping and stroking my limp cock coated with both our cum.
“I am not done yet” I said as I felt my cock stir to her strokes.
“I’d hope not” I heard from behind me, and turned, startled. Her husband sat naked in a chair at the foot of the bed, stroking his shaft. “I haven’t cum yet, so you two better keep going” he said.
Her husband watched Sneha get fucked three more times before he was able to release his load on her boobs.
Husband and wife had tried everything to find some sexual chemistry. He only found release watching his wife getting fucked, but even after trying 20 different bulls, Sneha had struggled to find someone who could fill her the way she ached to be filled…till today.
“We’ll be fine, just fine,” she said stroking both her husband’s and lover’s cocks, getting them both hard again.
THE END
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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