Rocking On Tour Ch. 01

I stared and asked unbelievingly "Is it true, darling? I am your first lover after your separation?"

She nodded 'yes' and her eyes filled with tears with feeling at this momentous confession. "Yes and the only man other than my husband ... ever" she said feelingly again and clasped my neck and hugged me to her soft bosom. I understood. She was a virgin when she had married at 18 and she was with me now and here, three years after her sad break-up. In the East especially India, divorces and lovers outside weddings are still quite rare. Yes, it mattered to her a lot. And hence it did to me too.

She was like volcano unplugged in a few minutes as I caressed her passionately, although aware of my blood pounding into my thick shaft and pre-semen started dribbling as she twisted it any which way in her fist.

I licked all the way from her succulent tits to her wide smooth waist to her soft rounded mahogany-like thighs. I lifted each leg lovingly in my arms as I kissed and licked its smooth polished length. And she broke out in goose bumps as my hands and tongue played havoc on her sensitive skin.

"Oh, Rock, No one...never did..." she would blurt out as I continued my sensuous ministrations, each act a 'first time' to her, adoring her superb body spread out in front of me with hands and mouth simultaneously. I exercised supreme control in holding back on to my flooding passion straining every nerve in my cock, to prolong the proceedings. I wanted to make it memorable for us both.

I licked each toe and sucked on them making a slurping whistling sound in the semi dark bedroom and slowly these wet noises and hungry moans ruled the time.

"Rock...Quickly... please come up" she beseeched me with an urgency as she felt her own reservoir of endurance reaching the brim, catapulting me into immediate action of springing back on my hands and knees and I knelt in the inviting V of her thighs. Holding my 8 inch pulsating man-organ in my hand I judged what would be the center of her juicy folds and thrust in. My cock sank into her wet portals like a hot knife into a slab of yielding butter. Clenching tightly on the bottom of my nuts I thrust the long organ again and again into her, goring her waiting wet woman cave. She moaned and threw her head about on the pillow continually, bearing the pleasurable screwing that her womb had waited all these years.

I humped her pussy ruthlessly and savagely matching my passion with her hunger, my ardour with her waiting. My cock came away coated as with the liquid passion of her secretions and my pubic hair was mated with her own and both grew soggy as I plundered Bhumi's treasures relentlessly. Soon I turned her over on her knees and I stood on the floor next to the bed, my wet dribbling cock dangling between my thighs pointing at the exposed reclining big buttocks Of Bhumi. "Hurmffff" I gasped with effort, as I held on to her yielding big buttocks in each hand and rammed in, homing into her pussy exposed vertically beneath her comely ass globes,

My cock snaked into the juicy slick pussy folds stretching them out and I gored her like a bull, my cock tip verily kissing the mouth of her womb, deep, deep in her seething chambers. "Ahhhhhh...Ammmaaa" She moaned like a bitch in heat, all chastity and decency now vanished, only passion ruling her body and senses . She mated happily and enthusiastically with me, thrusting her soggy leaking pussy back till her soft ass cheeks banged against my underbelly taking the full length of my African cock into her wet mature Indian cunt.

'Global village concept indeed', I though sweat pouring down my front all over black sculpted body into the crack of her ass in front of me, into our sweet junction mingling with the combined juices as I labored to fulfill the Indian divorcee's famished cunt and its cock craving for nearly half hour. Before I turned over again and entered her pussy in missionary style, her mouth was dribbling saliva and her cunt was dribbling pussy honey. She had climaxed at least three times. Not the explosive kind, but three continual roars like waves that come and go racking her passion heated body.

I pumped in and out her lubricated passage seeing her spread out below me, surrendered fully to what I was giving, smacking thigh to thigh, pelvis to pelvis, as my enthusiasm flared and I finally exploded like a pent up volcano spilling white man seed from the bottom of my nuts, every precious thick dollop deep, deep into her waiting pulsating oven of her womanhood, I don't even remember collapsing in utter exhaustion on her soft well endowed sweaty form

I was sure neither her husband nor any other man would have satisfied her thus on that day in the room as me.