A Couple's Void - 4
The Fun
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A Couple's Void - 3
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All laughed and gulped down the bitter alcohol. Darshan stood up and held the edge of the elastic of his underpant, when Shehla held both his hands and pulled them away from his underpant.
‘I am the one who won. Let this be my honour.’
She held the edge of his trunk and started pulling it down. Her face was less than an inch away and her eyes fixed for the view behind the veil. She wasn’t in a hurry but desperate. She kept moving it down and her pulse increased as she witnessed the shaved pubic area. She pulled it further down and his dick was freed and it sprang up and landed on her nose after kicking her chin while moving up.
Without waiting for even a second she stuck out her tongue and gave a quick lick to the tip of Darshan’s dick. She tapped his feet to lift them one by one, and she threw the unwanted piece of fabric near her dress.
‘It’s not that I am small. But this thing is certainly belittling me.’ Amanatullah expressed his feelings.
‘You are you. And he is he. Why compare?’ Shehla put forth her thought as a wise woman.
‘I love this clarity of yours.’ Amanatullah voiced his appreciation.
‘And I love this openness of yours.’ Shehla expressed her feelings.
Darshan loved their chemistry.
Shehla opened her mouth, took the tip of his manhood in, and started playing with it using her tongue.
‘Whoa! You know your stuff well.’ Darshan had enjoyed this starter of an act.
‘A dick this big, deserves it,’ Shehla looked up.
‘Even you deserve a lot.’ He pulled her up and gave her an open mouth and tongue smooch.
Amanatullah had unzipped his fly and had fished out his dick. He was stroking himself as he saw his wife kiss a man with a big dick. Excitement was high, but he was impatient for the real action.
Shehla was now lying on the couch, and her new lover was busy on her breasts. His right hand was gently kneading her right tit, while her left one was being taken care by his mouth. The nipple was being sucked like a hungry man and her moans were beguiling. Soon he moved to the right nip and played with it to his heart’s content. Her both hands had been ruffling his hair in mad movements.
He moved his head down and licked whatever came on the way to reach her naval. He had not paid much attention to this part of her earlier. It certainly was overshadowed by engrossing parts of her. He swirled his tongue around her navel, making her arch her back in excitement. She had never realised how sensitive was her belly button. He placed the tip of his tongue on the belly button and pushed it in poking the wonder area. As much as she was enjoying, even he was. His throbbing dick told it all. Next on the line was her crotch.
He moved further down, using his lips instead of the tongue this time. As his lips brushed the pubic area, which had been waxed removing the artistic streak of trimmed hair she used to keep, she lifted her hips to help him remove her thong. But he didn’t. He pulled out his tongue and placed it on the entire length of the pearl strewn thread.
Pearls were warm by her body heat, and now they turned cold to his saliva soaking them. The skin around the pearls felt this new and fresh element and reacted to it rousingly.
She so much wanted to cut off the pearled thread, that were still a barrier between his tongue and the pink lips of her pussy. Her pussy lips were craving for Darshan’s tongue. He stiffened his tongue like a stick and placed the tip on the pearl that was exactly above the hole, and pressed it hard. Pearl slid in, and her vertical lips came out of the hide. He continued licking them, as she kept moaning in pleasure but with the pearl inside her.
The husband couldn’t take it anymore. He got up and moved near her and started fondling her melons. Her eyes opened up to the touch. She looked in his eyes, and he gave her a wet kiss on her lips. Amanatullah was barer than Darshan. Darshan still had his socks on.
Once both the men were done using their tongue, the husband whispered in her ears, ‘Be a good host, dear.’ He poured Siglo into a glass.
She made her guest sit on the sofa, with his legs apart, and the husband handed him the tequila. Darshan gulped and asked for more. Second, then third, then fourth. He kept shooting alchohol in him till he felt her wet lips on the tip of his ramrod. With a deep breath, he lit his cigarette.
Darshan was a regular drinker, but had never consumed so much. His head was spinning a bit, and the tobacco took him to another cloud. He didn’t feel like a guest anymore. In his mind he was a man, and had a woman, and they both were to create a ball busting love making experience. Her husband was nothing more than a spectator or a helper for Darshan now.
He took another drag, as Shehla worked on his groin.
Shehla was kneeling on the floor, between his legs. Her hands were on his knees that occasionally travelled up to his thighs and came back, and her focused attention was his prick, attended by her face, without any support from her hands. She was showering his thing with wet kisses, making layers after layers of saliva on it.
Darshan’s manhood had her saliva flowing down to his testicles. She had purposefully lubricated his log, and when she looked at her work she was happy and ready to do the next thing. She picked the tequila bottle and gulped the quantity of two shots directly, and with a jerk to her head, she settled herself in a bent standing position, with her face at his pole.
Her lips kissed the tip and then widened to take it in, and kept widening as she kept swallowing his dick. Neither had his shaft shrunk, nor had her mouth gone bigger. With nearly half of it in, the tip touched her throat. But this time she didn’t stop here. She pushed her face further, choking herself and a loud groan escaped Darshan’s mouth. Even after her wind pipe squeezed, it was still too little of the entire length, in there. She held on to that position for a second before taking it further deep. Her eyes had turned watery and the husband realised that some stimulation might help. He went behind her, pulled the so-called panty to a side and stuck his face on her vagina from behind. His nose was landed on her asshole.
A gasp was natural for her. Since, she was already choking, this gasp resulted in more vacuum being created, and another inch of Darshan’s dick went deep. Darshan felt it tighter than a virgin would be.
Not breathing for so long made her eyes roll up, and she let him slide out of her mouth as she stood up straight. Amanatullah stripped off her pearls, making her bare in complete sense (ignore her heels as a covering). Darshan brought his hand to her crotch and patted the wet vulva. He rubbed her prepuce with his thumb, making her mad. Then he used his finger and thumb as a tweezer and played with her labia for a while, until she held his hand to stop testing her endurance.
She got on the sofa, with her feet placed on either sides of Darshan’s body in a squatting pose, held the backrest of the furniture to prevent her fall, and placed her entry at his glans. When he held his phallus to keep it steady, she opposed it. It was to be a union of their private parts, she didn’t want any other thing to be participating. His shaft was throbbing, and it wasn’t easy, or rather possible, to keep it steady without any support. But she was adamant.
Her husband positioned himself on the floor for a clear view to the gap between him and her. As the tip shivered, she too moved her pelvic around to fix the position. Finally, they touched each other and his peak, sort of got stuck to her muff. She let her bottom move down, making the lubricated tool glide in the juicy opening.
First couple of inches were fine, but beyond that her verticals lips started getting stretched like her horizontal lips had to. The stretch was pleasure; pure, unadulterated pleasure. They both breathed pleasure alike. But as it is said nothing lasts forever, even the ‘pure’ part of pleasure didn’t after the first five inches. Pain started seeping in, giving pleasure a different form.
There was still a significant part to enter. And beyond this point, it wasn’t ‘inch by inch’, nor ‘centimetre by centimetre’, it was ‘yarn by yarn’.
Both the men in the room realised some stimulation would help. She too had the same thought. She would have done it herself but her hands were busy holding the backrest. Before she could ask her men for the same, they both got into action at the same time.
While Darshan used his hands - one on her bust and the other on her clitoris, her husband used his tongue on the pretty pink vacant anus, using his tongue. Even the anus rim has sensitive points. When played in the right manner, it too gives a high. For Shehla, all her sensuous parts were being pampered. Flow of her love juices increased, and she managed to get more of his prick into her. Though the pain was taking over the pleasure inside her, but that was over compensated by the pleasure delivered to her upper body, and the backside.
Darshan moved his attention from her crotch to her face, and realised her face had taken a brighter pink flair. This made her look much more attractive than her blush used to. Darshan moved forward and took her lips in his. The overall stimulation was now too much for her to handle, and also her legs weren’t that strong to remain in a squatted position for that long, and her hands had already started to tremble. She decided to let go of the control she was imposing on herself - her grip loosened, her quads relaxed, and with a sudden the entire two inch of him, still out of her vagina, entered in her completely. A shriek escaped her mouth as a shrill ran throughout her spine and it curved back, dropping her head further behind.
Amanatullah stood and took her lips in his, while caressing her cheeks. Darshan moved his face towards her breasts sucking on the nips while embracing her back. It took her some time to accommodate the sting. And that’s when she started feeling better. She now knew exactly why there is so much of hue and cry over the size. Those who sing that size doesn’t matter are those who never had experienced the wonder of the size. For love, size might not matter, but for love-making, it certainly does. All it needs is little time.
Men knew she was back on, when she responded to her husband’s kiss and initiated a riding movement on Darshan’s groin, making the shaft in her alive and moving. The husband took the help of table and the sofa to get his prick near her lips. Her head was still dropped back, she took her husband’s love handle in her mouth. It felt so easy for her to play with it. She could even roll it inside her mouth, using her tongue. And she did so.
Amanatullah was already on a high of arousal, he couldn’t last long. As he was about to burst, he pulled out and spoilt the table. He being done, it was only Darshan she had been left with. She brought her head to the front and hugged him tight. He too responded the same way. This was the first time their entire bodies were in full contact with each other. They were just glued to each other.
Darshan started rubbing her back, and she started kissing his neck. What of him was in her, seems to have settled as if it was a part of her. His hands moved down and groped her buttocks.
‘Umm..’ She snuggled.
‘You okay?’ He had to ask.
‘More than okay.’ She whispered back, ‘ I want to try it again.’
‘What? You want to take it out and put it in again? Why?’ He couldn’t make any sense out of it.
‘Not that. In my mouth.’
‘But why?’
‘I think I can take it all.’ She said it with confidence.
‘As you say.’
She held on to his shoulder and pulled herself up, making it slip out gradually, and she released some moans during this as well. She had no idea that getting it out will also have the sensation as it created while getting in. Both their private parts that had settled, now were again pushed to the normalcy. They reacted. Anyway, once it was out she lied down on the sofa.
‘You wish to take a break? Want a drink?’ He enquired.
‘You are such a sweetheart. Why are you so good?’ She almost complained.
‘I am just being normal.’ He replied humbly.
‘What you have there isn’t normal. What I just did isn’t normal for me. I don’t want you to be normal, please.’ She was talking lying on the sofa, with her legs on the backrest.
‘Then what do you want me to be?’ He wasn’t getting it.
She clarified, ‘I want you to be a bad boy for me. You need to stop worrying about me. I can worry about myself. What I cannot do is being handled roughly by myself. You need to do it.’
‘I don’t rough up girls. I can perform rough, but can’t rough you up or any woman.’ He knew who he was.
‘You can. Try it.’ She tried to convince him.
‘I don’t want to hurt you. Not even by mistake. You get it?’
‘You can’t hurt me. No one can. I ain’t a weak girl. And trust me. I would stop you before you could get into hurting me. By being soft and gentle, you are just making it more difficult for me. I got you completely in only by forcing you in. I wasn’t reaching anywhere by being cautious. Had you been a bad boy, and gave one hard thrust, I would have had you in before aching my arms and legs.’ She explained in detail.
It helped as he agreed and decided to have some drink before switching to the bad boy. He picked up the tequila bottle and drank quite some directly from it.
‘Pour me some as well.’ She hissed.
He was about to pick her glass, when she corrected him.
‘Pour it in me.’ And she opened her mouth.
He got the complete idea. It was to get a bit weird. The switch in him happened instantly. He brought the tip of his penis just above her mouth and started pouring tequila on it. And she started drinking that tequila with the flavour of her own secretion. She drank more, but some spilled around as well. It was dirty and he was doing it because he was trying to be a bad boy.
Once she had her full, she jerked her head. He stopped pouring. By now very little was left in the bottle. Amanatullah had passed out on the floor.
She pushed herself to the extent that her nape was on the edge of the sofa seat, and she dropped her head.
‘What sort of position is this?’ Darshan was confused.
‘This way you can push it deeper in my throat.’ She held his thighs and pulled him towards her. This time he got into a squatting posture and made his charm available to her. She opened her mouth and he put it in. She brought her hands back, placing them on his hips, and started sucking his jack like a lollipop.
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He too was enjoying her tongue play.
After some while she pulled his hips, and he moved closer pushing in more. She started the vacuum suckles, and his pleasure went up a notch. Soon she again hinted him to push deeper by pulling his hips. He knew he was in there as much as it could. Was it wise to push deeper? Then he recalled. She wanted him to be a bad boy.
He pushed in more and felt he was hitting her throat. He started making pelvic movements so that she doesn’t choke, and gets some air on-and-off. It was actually a rhythmic movement that generally happens with male organ inside the female reproductive organ. It was a freaking face-fuckin. Another thing that he was enjoying was the jiggling of her breasts in the same rhythm. Just like a jelly. He was having a dream run.
But then she tapped his hips to push his thing further deep. Darshan couldn’t dare and he pulled it out.
‘What are you asking me to do? If you don’t realise, standing here, I can see this thing moving in and out of your throat.’ He was perplexed.
‘My dear bad boy. Just for once thrust it in. Full. Got it?’ she commanded her bad boy.
‘Okay then.’ Without waiting for her to get ready, with his hands he opened her mouth and with a full throttle pumped the entire thing in her. She gagged, but held on to his hips tightly. He was watching her throat. Its tip had surpassed the length of the slender neck she had. He was amused to learn for how long she could hold it in. And then, after many seconds, she started tapping his hips to move out.
He immediately pulled out, and she gasped and gasped and gasped.
He was about to tell her ‘I told you not to’ stuff, but before he could, she commended his act.
‘Now that’s like my bad boy.’ And she pushed herself further down the sofa in the same lying position and took his hanging gonads in her mouth. ‘Whoo!’ This was too much for him. He never had thought that a rough intercourse would involve the softest thing he has. But it felt awesome. When he looked down, he saw his entire length reaching almost her upper chest. He could easily contemplate how far it would have been in her throat when he had thrusted it in a full throttle.
Once satiated, she turned around on the sofa sitting upfront, placed her left feet on the couch, and widened her legs.
‘Do it again here’ pointing to her slit, ‘what you did to with my throat.’ She instructed with authority.
He knew well now, that she says what she can take.
‘I have a better position in my mind to start with.’ He pulled her by her arm in a rough manner, and then raised her in the air from her waist. She understood what he was thinking. She wrapped her legs, loosely, around his waist and arms around his shoulder, and let him do it.
With her limbs around him, her balance was taken care of. He placed his left hand at her back, and with his right hand placed his shaft at the entry point and shoved himself in. She shrieked with discomfort, but she wanted this type. Finally, he was her bad boy. This time, he didn’t wait to let the monster settle and started ramming her by moving her body up and down on it. Every thrust made her squeal, but the pleasure was enormous and she had started sweating. His one strong arm, the left one, was enough to toss her body, so, with his right hand he pinched the tips of her bouncing udders. Pumping, or better we call it jumping, was so loud that her updo couldn’t sustain the jerks, and her hair fell free.
She knew he would end soon and he knew he won’t. Thanks to his two times of jerking off in the same day and so, he he went on and on and on. He had started panting a bit, while she was profusely sweating and was experiencing breathless huffing.
‘Let’s change the position.’ She barely spoke. Missionary position was the best. But how can a bad boy think of something good, let alone the best.
He changed the position. And made her lied down on her stomach. Before she could contemplate anything, he pulled her hips up, and got her on all of her fours.
With her hips protruding out, he recalled the first video chat. She had squeezed her buttock, and they had turned red.
He smiled and squeezed her right buttock hard, then jiggled it. When he left, he saw his finger marks there. He too bent down and licked each line drawn by his smack. She shivered. She couldn’t deny that these caring gestures of his made her feel like a queen. And this queen was enjoying the pampering a lot.
The more he kissed and licked the skin of her buttocks, the more she prodded them outwards. And soon he found himself using his tongue exactly in the centre of her butt cheeks on the rectum. She gasped again as he flickered his tongue, but alas he was a no match to the mastery of Amanatullah in this. She didn’t say it, but got him to stop doing it.
‘Why working the small tongue when you have a big bolt to screw?’ She anyway wanted the big thing from him which her husband didn’t possess.
Her pothole was salivating for it. He got into the right position and inserted half, and she groaned. No matter how many times she had it in him, but its size marked its significance every time. He started bumping slowly. She kept waiting for more but the bad boy was turning back to the god boy. And she was in no mood for reminding him again with words. She followed his rhythm in her mind, and then at one time when he was moving it in she pushed herself buttocks with force and he entered her full. This time her shriek was more of a scream and some credit also goes to the position. Doing it from behind gives an additional space.
The bad boy in him woke up again, and his hands took their position at her waist. He held her tightly and starting thrusting in and out vigorously. Her juices kept flowing as she yelped every time he went in, and her loud voice kept making the bad boy in him crazy. His movements enhanced and he started moving his thing back more before each thrust. This made more friction inside her, hence more the pleasure. Also, each time his tip hit the walls at the end of the cave, the longer the log went in, harder the hit felt. Her yelps weren’t going down and she was loving it and he was enjoying it. He started moving his pelvic more furiously with more of it moving in and out.
She was now getting a bit adjusted to the size, and in his passion he made couple of strokes where his shaft was fully withdrawn and then completely thrusted, in quick successions. This was her peak and now she wanted him to reach his climax.
During these absolute fast ‘completely out and fully then in’ movements, a slipup happened. And they realised it only when a quarter of him had entered the wrong hole – the shithole!
She jittered to the impact with her shoulder dropping low and her nails dug in the sofa. This expression was the loudest of all so far, and so loud that her husband woke-up.
‘I am so sorry.’ Darshan started to pull it out slowly as he knew a quick pull out would have equal impact.
Amanatullah ran to her in concern.
‘Don’t.’ She blurted.
‘What?’ Darshan had no clue what was she saying a No for.
‘Don’t pull out you idiot!’ She managed her words with difficulty.
Darshan was stunned. Amanatullah evaluated the situation.
‘I always wanted to try it. But could never dare.’ Her voice was breaking. Her husband started embracing her back. With him by his side, she felt much better.
‘Help me Amanat. I want to do this.’
Her wish was his command. He looked at Darshan and nodded. Deep somewhere in his heart, Darshan too wanted to try the anus thing. He started making small movements. Nothing moved in and out but a momentum was set.
‘Don’t forget you are a bad boy. My good boy is here.’ She smiled at her husband. ‘I don’t need another good boy.’
‘Well then.’ He dropped lot of saliva on the part that was still out to lubricate it well.
Amanatullah got himself below her and kissed her prepuce. He was a master in using his tongue, and he started it with flicking the clitoris. Simultaneously, Darshan started speeding his pelvic movement, with an intent to enter deep in there.
Her both love pots were being treated by the respective experts she had with her that night. She knew she would be having another orgasm soon, but she didn’t know that something so unexpected would trigger it.
Bad boy spanked her right buttock while making a forced push.
‘Aah!’
He didn’t stop. He kept using his palm every time he penetrated deeper. And at every smacking sound someone’s tongue took a slurp at her labia.
Darshan realised that the speed at which he was going, it would take all night to finish it. He flexed his fingers, and then with the hardest spank he pushed himself fully in. And held it tight. Shehla bit the cushion on the sofa to downplay her wail. Amanatullah pushed his entire tongue in her muff, with his nose rubbing the tip of her vertical lips. She squirted this time, and squirted a lot.
Her husband had a great facewash of her love juices.
‘Finish it Darshan. I can’t take it anymore.’
‘I can leave it right here. There is no issue at all.’
‘You fuckin asshole. Just FINISH it!’ She yelled in a commanding way.
This ignited the bad boy in Darshan. And for the first time he performed exactly the way she wanted him to.
‘You bitch (less derogatory than being called asshole, though none of them meant it).’ With these words he held the reddened flesh of her buttocks and started ramming her like a rabbit – fast, hard, deep, and without a pause.
Her suppressed hollers made him aroused. Amanatullah started taking turns on her breasts being below her, and for the first time had his three fingers tickling the inner walls of her vagina. The tight anus helped her muffled groans to start building the volcano in his groin.
After few minutes of unimaginable continuous work, finally he was about to shoot, and his quick breathing could be heard.
He didn’t bother to ask her choice as he was being a bad boy. And after a pause of a second he released it in her with the deepest push. So deep that she wanted to walk ahead to be relieved. But she was held very, very, tight.
A couple of minutes later, they all were just lying on sofa in different postures. Naked and tired. But fully satiated.
After half an hour, Darshan gathered the strength and got up. He dressed himself, wrote a thanking you note, and left in an Ola cab.
Next morning it was their mails that made his day.
‘We never had imagined that involving another person would be so much fun. Though we still doubt that if it wasn’t you, would it had been equal fun with someone else?
Thanks for being what you are, and for what you did. We don’t know when next we will have such an evening together again? But will certainly have many.
Hope you too enjoyed at least to some extent.’ This was from the couple’s id.
‘Hi,
Thanks for everything. And apologies if I did or said anything offensive under the influence of alchohol.
You are a great man, with great things.
Will keep in touch, and plan another rendezvous whenever you or us feel like having one.’ This was from the husband’s id.
‘Hello!
Liked it. Loved it. Will miss it.
It’s hard to resist the temptation to again and again and have same experience. I will be there whenever you want, and I hope you too won’t mind making yourself available when I wish to.
You are a beautiful person. Always remain the way you are.
My bad boy!’ This was from her.
They met many times again, did wonderful things, but he never got to know that after that night it took Shehla three day for the soreness to settle and be able to walk properly.
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