Siama's Choice

I got my certificate when I heard Aziz was now grunting with pleasure. I was moving my mouth up and down on his dick with great speed. Then I would suddenly stop and go up to kiss him on the mouth. Then I would resume sucking. I knew the stops and starts will delay the orgasm. When I felt his balls tightening up, I stopped moving and engulfed the dick in my mouth. He at least came half a cup, but I was never the one to be spiting. I made sure that I swallowed it all. He was practically yelling with pleasure. When I finished cleaning his dick, I moved to his balls. Ball sucking is one of my personal favorites. It is not only pleasurable to men, but also helps them to recharge again.

Aziz was still grunting in pleasure and also complementing me.

"Wow . . . baji. You . . . are . . . . I love you so much. I always wanted to do that. Oh yes . . . I always wanted to be a BHENCHOD."

I was now feeling my pussy crying for attention. So I got up and said, "Oh baby brother. . . you've made me so happy. Now please return the favor. My pussy is begging for it."

He smiled and got up. We switched positions. I was still wearing my Shalwar, but instead of taking it down, Aziz ripped it off from the crotch and revealed my black panties. He tore them too and freed my pussy. Unlike the pornstar on the screen, I was completely shaven. Pubic hair are considered to be unhealthy in our part of the world and all men and women keep their crotches clean.

Aziz was so excited; he did not waste any time and started to lick my pussy. As soon as his tongue hit my pussy, I had my first orgasm. I could tell that he was trying his best even though he had no idea how to do it. So I instructed him to make proper use of the clitoris and other stuff. He was a good learner and soon he found the buttons that made me go. He made me cum for the second time in just 5 minutes. I was yelling like crazy and I was sure that by now all the neighborhood knew that somebody was being fucked in our house.

After a few minutes of blissful pussy lapping, Aziz came up and kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Baji, I'm ready again."

I slipped my hand down and sure enough, his penis was almost completely hard again. I could not wait to get that thing in my dick-thirsty vagina. But I'd never liked the missionary position. So, I told him to sit on the sofa. I yanked of my torn Shalwar and, as soon as he was in position, I straddled him and facing him, I slowly sat down on his dick. This was my favorite position. I could control the pace and I still could kiss the lovely face of Aziz. Before I could realize, I was jumping up and down on his dick with a steady pace. He was raising his hips to go in deeper. It was even sexier than my fantasies. He yelled that he was about to cum. But I wanted nothing more than his cum buried deep inside my womb. But before he came, I hit my orgasm. I was already arching my back in a blissful orgasm when I felt his dick spraying his seed inside my fertile, love tunnel.

I collapsed on his chest, with his dick still buried in my cunt. He slowly began to stroke my hair. After such a long time, I was happy. Fully satisfied. Every pore of my body was exuding happiness. I knew I was playing with fire. But at that moment, I could say that even if that ended badly, it was going to be worth it. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.