Mala's Story

Why she didn't cover herself up, he wondered in amazement as he continued to stare at her exposed vagina, feeling himself growing harder by the second. Did she want him, could she want him to make love to her he wondered as time crept by and she made no effort to hide her nakedness. What did she want him to do? Then, almost in answer to his question, he saw her legs spread just a tiny bit wider. What could she be thinking, he wondered as he looked back up to her face and saw that she was staring down at where his throbbing cock was bulging out. This couldn't be happening, he told himself. He was transfixed as he stood before her. He was so confused; he didn't know what to do. His eyes flicked back from her face to her wet, drooling womanhood several times. Her eyes, however, never wavered from his crotch. She seemed to be waiting for him to expose himself to her as she was presenting her exposed femininity to him. At last, after what seemed like ages had passed, Mohit's passion overrode his fear of the consequences. He decided to find out if Mala wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

It was as if his body was being consumed by an unholy fever that only she could quench. She must allow him to drain off his malignancy inside her soft, warm womanhood. Without taking his eyes away from her eyes, he slowly hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. Taking a deep breath, he began to ease his shorts down off his hips, watching for the first sign of alarm in his Mala's beautiful eyes. Instead of fear and alarm, he saw her eyes watching him with expectancy, almost eagerly waiting for him to reveal himself to her. He continued to ease his shorts down farther and farther until at last, his giant, swollen cock lurched and sprang out into the open. As his cock flopped out into the open, he saw her eyes flare open almost as if in disbelief as she stared at his pulsating monster. "Oh, My, God," she whispered as she saw his giant penis slither out of his shorts, jutting out at her in all of its evil malevolence. She had never seen anything as beautiful, or anything that held such evil and destruction.

It was beautiful, but to feel it inside her would seal their fate and change their lives in a devastating way. She suddenly found it hard to breathe as she stared at the gigantic cylinder of hard, throbbing man-meat jutting out from his belly, obscenely pointing directly at her waiting womanhood. She knew that if she didn't do something to stop the whirlpool of this desire that they were caught up in, they would both soon be drowned in its horrific repugnance. But even as she fought to speak, she felt drugged and unable to move. Neither of them moved for the longest time as they stared into each other's eyes. As if some ancient convention was being tested, both of them were afraid to trust the other's intention. As they stared at each other, the air inside the room was becoming more and more charged with their restrained passions. There was so much erotic desire flowing between them, it was heating the room. Then Mala's eyes dropped back down to his huge, bounding, throbbing manhood. She couldn't believe this was happening. How could it be? It was so wrong, yet, it seemed so right, so sensible. She loved her friend. She could not do this to Kusum. But how could she let herself burn in this fire of lust. She had to calm it down.

Mohit was able to bring his legs to work. Like a drunken zombie, he took a tiny, faltering step towards her. His cock was so hard it ached as it bounded up and down wildly. Then he took another step, and another until he was standing at the foot of his her bed staring down at her pussy that lay open, glistening wetly with her excitement. The only movement he had detected her was her eyes. She still had made no attempt to cover her nakedness. On the other hand, she hadn't indicated that she wanted him to make love to her either. She had made no movement that would indicate that she wanted him to bring their confrontation to an end one way, or the other. Standing at the foot of her bed, he was torn between desire and fear. Should he take that last final step. Should he take the step that would forever change their feeling for each other?

Although on separated by inches, that last step was miles wide. It would take all the courage he could find to take it. . Then, he saw her hand move. Her finger that had been touching her clitoris slowly retreated back and then her hand slowly began to move away from her womanhood, creeping up over her stomach. Even though her hand withdrew from her exposed femininity, she made no effort to close her legs or hide her vulnerability. Mohit watched her hand as it crept higher and higher until it was joined by her other hand between her breasts. She stopped for a moment, her hands clutching the top hook that held her blouse secure. Then with one quick flick of her fingers, she unfastened all the hooks and the blouse sprang open revealing her big, beautiful breasts. As her top flew apart revealing her breasts, Mohit felt his cock lurch and jump with expectant excitement.

It was the sign he had been waiting for. Tossing caution to the wind, he climbed onto the bed and scrambled up between her long , tan outstretched legs. Staring down at the wet, oozing gash of soft pink flesh that gaped open so invitingly, he stopped with his great, bobbing cock pulsating above it threateningly. He had never known such need or desire. It was as if his very soul was on fire and the only way he could put of the hellish fire was to immerse himself in her hot, wet cunt. Then, to his utter delight and shock, he watched as she slowly lifted her hand. As she reached for him, it took every last ounce of his control to keep from spewing out his load of hot, heavy semen all over her hand when she finally touched him. "Oh, Mala," he groaned as he watched her bend his thick, unyielding cock down, pointing the swollen purple headed monster down at her gaping woman-wound.

Fate chose that very moment to intervene. The drone of a mobile phone distracted both of them. As if coming out of a reverie, Mala pulled it out from under the pillow and answered it 'Yes.?' For a moment Mohit did not know what to do. The hand that was directing his cock towards her pussy was now holding the phone. He couldn't help but follow the conversation. By now it was evident that it was her husband who was at the other end, suggesting that they give their marriage another chance. And here was Mohit before whom the wife was sprawled and who he was about to fuck. Perhaps the tension of the conversation made Mala bring her knees together. Lest the passion die down, Mohit pressed Mala's bare breast which had the effect on Mala that she opened her legs again and promising to speak to her husband again later ended the conversation.

She then looked at him and smiled. ' I... I guess if we have to do it we should do it in a more comfortable way.'

'Well, yes..' Mohit did not expect any dialogues.

'Let me get rid of my clothes. Okay.' She said.

'Oh sure.' Mohit got up. Mala stripped herself naked quickly. Mohit couldn't help but keep admiring her.

'Stop staring.' She teased him. ' Your cock is still wet with Kusum's juice and you want to fuck her good friend.'

'Well....' Mohit stammered.

'Don't say anything.' Mala said lying down again and she slowly spread her legs again.

Trying to control the urge to drive his cock into her in one brutal thrust, he waited as she fitted the great round cockhead down into the steaming opening of her vagina.

"Now............ NOW, put it in me," she told him, lifting her pelvis up at him and urging him to enter her most sacred of sacred places.

"Oh, Fuck," he gasped as he slowly eased his massive penis down into the scalding, sucking core of her cunt, "God, I Love it." She was so hot and ready for him, his cock didn't hesitate on its journey down into her vagina. Barely able to keep from slamming his long, thick maleness into her, Mohit slowly eased it down and watched the foreskin roll back in a very similar fashion that it had rolled back when he had entered Kusum until it was totally immersed inside her hot, clutching cunt. He couldn't believe that his huge cock was completely immersed in Mala. It had only taken seconds for him to completely transform their lives. He had never experienced pleasure so deep and intense. It threatened to short out his touch with reality. Then rising up, he hunched into her, thrusting his cock even deeper into the unprofaned depths of her hot, vagina.

Holding his cock thrust down into her as hard as he could, he leaned down and hungrily sucked a giant, swollen nipple into his mouth. "Ohhhhhhh, Moooooooohiiiitttttttttt," Mala moaned as she grabbed his ass and dug her long, pink fingernails deep into the hard muscles of his ass. Sucking on her swollen, bulbous nipple, he grabbed hold of her breast and roughly massaged it as he continued to grind his cock into her.

"Oh, yeah, Fuck Me Now," Mala groaned, thrusting herself up at him.

"Oh, God, Mala," Mohit gasped, spitting out her nipple and jerking his cock back down the drenched channel of her cunt. Without pausing, Mohit began to hammer his cock into her cunt as if his very life depended on it. In and out, in and out like a madman, faster and faster until his hips were a blur. "Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck," he blathered out as he drove himself into her brutally. She took the entire length of his monstrous organ down into the deep depths of her drenched cunt every time.

As he drove himself into her, he could feel her thrust herself up at him hungrily. She wanted all he could give every time he slammed his cock into her. Clenching his ass cheeks in her hands, she dug her long nails into him urging him to fuck her faster and faster. As they wildly fucked, she obscenely lifted her lovely, long legs up into the air and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Squeezing him tightly between her strong, smooth thighs, she dug her heels into his ass, coaxing him to drive his huge cock into her burning love-wound deeper and deeper. Like two battling degenerate beasts, they tore at each other. Their bodies clashed together again and again as if they seemed bent on destroying each other. They hurled themselves together time after time in this combat. Growls and animal sounds escaped from them as they fucked and fucked. Mala couldn't get enough of her Mohit's gigantic cock. She never had her husband fill her so full and stretch her almost beyond her capacity, but still she had to have more of him. She had never dreamed that his cock was so long, so thick, so huge.

He was almost to larger for her. Despite his size, she needed all of him inside her burning, aching cunt as she grunted and strained to pull him deeper and deeper into her with each savage thrust. Never had she even dreamed of making love to Mohit and now she couldn't imagine not doing it. She couldn't ever remember being fucked so hard and passionately. Thrusting herself up at him every time he slammed his cock into her burning, aching cunt, she tried to absorb him through her stinging pussy. "Oh, Fuck, , Oh, Fuck me Mohit, Yeah...Just Fuck my brains out...Yeah, I, Need, It, I Need, It," she blabbered out as Mohit continued to ream her sopping, scalding cunt with his giant prick. Mohit had never felt such power and control in his whole life. He had never even fantasized about having sex with Mala and now he was atop her fucking her brains out and she was loving it.

He wanted to fuck her forever and ever. Suddenly, Mohit abruptly stopped driving his cock into her drenched cunt. "Whatthhmmmmmpppfffffff," she started to say before her mouth was covered by Mohit's as he kissed her deep and wetly. Driving his tongue deep into her mouth, he explored her mouth before sucking her hot, probing tongue into his mouth. Kissing and sucking on each other, they groveled in ecstasy. Keeping his thick, hard cock shoved down into her hot cunt, he could feel the pouting, meaty lips of her painfully swollen cunt pulsing tightly around his hardness. As they passionately devoured each other, she gently milked his swollen manhood with her strong, flexible cunt muscles. Finally, Mohit had to break for air. Gasping for breath, he tore his mouth from hers and dove down onto her huge, rolling breasts. Grabbing the soft, pliable flesh of her breasts in his hands, he squeezed and kneaded both of her beautiful breasts while he sucked on first one nipple and then the other great swollen nipple.

He had never felt anything as soft and warm and wonderful as her big, beautiful breasts. He wanted to rub his face in their wonderful softness forever and never stop. But even after a few moments, he felt her impatience as she began to move against him, urging him to make love to her again. He quickly began to fuck her dripping, burning cunt again. "Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, , Oh, Yes, Oh Yes...Ahhhhh , Do It to me," she gurgled, thrusting herself up against him once again, taking him to the limit every time. Like a madman, he slammed his slid his gigantic maleness in and out of her deep wetness so fast his hips became a blur. In and out, his giant cock slashed, slinging her spewing juices flying all over the bed. As he fucked her, he could smell her musky, pungency as the room filled with the erotic odor of her sex. "Oh, God, Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh Fucckkkkkkkkkkk," she groaned as her whole body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. "Oh! I am cuming," she screamed out at him.

He felt his cock give a mighty lurch inside her spasming pussy. Suddenly, a spout of his boiling semen spurted out into her sucking, clenching socket. "OHMYGOD," Mala screamed again, as she felt the white hot geyser of his thick, scalding hot boy-cream spewing out onto the bruised and raw lining of her cunt. "OHHHHHFFFUUUCCKKKKK!" Mohit bellowed out as he rammed his cock into her hot, absorbing womanhood and let it spew out its lethal load inside of her. "OhYes Oh Yes...Oh Yes Fill Me Up With Your Wonderful Cream," she blurted out as she felt his cock jerk again and squirt another gigantic gusher of cum into her. "Oh, Yeah.... I am Going to Fill your cunt with my cum," Mohit groaned jerk and jerk, spewing out eruption after eruption of his thick, gooey cum into Mala. At last her cunt could hold no more and it came oozing out around his cock just as it had done with Kusum. Again and again, his mighty weapon bucked and exploded inside of her overflowing cunt.

Mala couldn't believe how much semen Mohit's cock was spewing into her as she felt it begin to leak out of her cunt and trickle down the crack of her ass. God, she thought, she had never seen such virility in a man. Was it ever going to stop erupting inside of her? "OH, God, Mala," Mohit cried out, afraid that he had broken something inside of his cock because it wouldn't stop spurting. He had shot out so much of his thick, spunky cum his balls were beginning to hurt.

"It's okay, Mohit, keep filling me full," she cooed to him trying to comfort him. Then suddenly, with one last mighty heave, his cock abruptly stopped ejaculating and with a groan, Mohit collapsed down on top of her. She had never experienced such unbridled passion before. It had left her exhausted, both mentally and physically. Strangely, Mohit seemed to weigh nothing and she hardly felt him pressing down on her at all. Then glancing over, she saw that most of his weight was resting on his arms as he held them up against her body. As they lay in each other's arms, Mohit snuggled his face down into the crook of her neck and lovingly nuzzled her, kissing her softly. Neither of them spoke for the longest time as they lay there joined together.

Then she realized that his massive penis wasn't shrinking. It remained hard and thick, lodged inside of her aching cunt like a giant cork. Why wasn't he like other men, she wondered. Why didn't his cock shrivel up and slip out of her cunt? Instead, it lay inside of her, thick, swollen and throbbing with potency. How this could be, she wondered, knowing that he had also shot more cum into her than any other man. Then she felt his cock twitch inside of her. Not knowing what to expect, she was startled when Mohit slowly rose up onto his elbows and looked down at her. Their eyes met and locked. She could see the love in his eyes as it flowed between them. Then she felt him begin to move inside of her once again. Bending down, Mohit kissed her long and hard as he slowly pulled his thick, bloated cock down the foamy channel of her cunt. Then, giving her soft, pouting lips a tender nibble, she slowly eased his huge cock back into her again, sliding it in until the thick, puffy cockhead nudged up against her cervix. Then, he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, filling her completely, but lovingly.

She had never been fucked so tenderly, so gently. It was as if he was afraid her pussy was made of delicate china and he would break it. Slowly, he pumped his cock in and out of her bruised, aching cunt, churning their juices into a thick, frothy lather that slowly dripped out of her tight slit. Lying under him, feeling his magnificent penis impaling her time after time, Mala felt herself drifting away from reality and floating on a gigantic wave of hedonistic pleasure. Her whole being was centered entirely on her aching cunt where Mohit's lovely cock was slowly sliding in and out of her. Her cunt had grown extremely sensitive and she imagined that she could even feel the thick, blue blood vessels that encircled his cock. They were distended; filled with his, hot blood. They bulged out arrogantly to keep the massive cylinder of meat filled with blood. He was so big, every time he slipped his cock back into her, it drug her clit down along the barrel, driving her insane with pleasure. Then without realizing it, she found herself climaxing as tiny, little explosions of sensual joy filled her mind over and over again.

It was like watching fireworks display, except it was going on in her head. Explosion after explosion shook her body, immersing her in such pleasure; she lost contact with reality and floated in the thick luxury of pure sexual indulgence. On and on she floated, not having a care in the world as her mind was being overloaded by the sensual bombardment. At last, she could endure it no longer and slipped off into unconsciousness. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her room was dimly lit by the fading light. Lying in her bed, foggily trying to recollect the events that had led up to this moment, she wondered why her room seemed to be growing lighter. Slowly, afraid that her head would fall off if she moved to quickly, she turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand. It read 7:00, so why was it getting light outside. Had she gone insane? Maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare, she thought until she moved her legs and felt a twinge of pain between them.

Running her hand down to her aching womanhood, she found that her inner thighs were coated with a film of thick, creamy sap. Then her mind crazily lurched back to her union with Mohit... God, had it really happened. She knew it had. What an afternoon. But why was it getting light. Suddenly, she realized that they must have fucked all night long and now it was morning. But, where was Mohit Why had he left? Was he disgusted by what they had done? Then, as if to answer to her question, she heard the distant sound of water running through the pipes of the house. Apparently Mohit was taking a shower in his bathroom. Sitting up, she suddenly felt she had to explain to him why she had taken him into her bed. He must know the reason, but chillingly, she realized that there was no reason other than her sick lechery. She hadn't planned it, but her perverse desire to have him make love to her had overcome her. Somehow, she had to explain it to him so that he wouldn't take all the blame himself.