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Any ability to stop this from proceeding ended with the wind of that statement on my ear. Her hand was doing its work on my lund and perhaps all the blood had drained from my brain into my penis but I was fully incapable of ending this process or considering any possible consequences at this point.

“Oh God, Babita, you are so beautiful,” I let out in breath to her, “I’ve always thought so.”

“I might have noticed,” she laughed, coyly, “I occasionally saw you looking at me across the kitchen table at breakfast in college.”

I leaned back, looking at her with embarrassment of having been outed for my perverted thoughts from years ago.

“It’s ok,” she smiled, looking into my eyes. I hesitated, unsure of what to do now.

“It’s OK,” she repeated, “I liked it, you were always sweet and so cute. I wanted you to find me attractive.” She hesitated, leaving my lund to take both of my hands in hers. “Now I want you to find me arousing.”

She kissed me again and we let go of any hesitancy and our kiss was now a full ‘make out” session. This girl was amazing and offering herself to me behind the storage barn at the high school field. I felt like a horny 17-year-old with his girlfriend. Our kiss heated up the cool air around us as our breath made smoke emerging from our mouths.

Babita looked at me again, “I want you to want me, Manish,” she said, “I want you to… touch me.”

With that, she pulled my hands to her chest and I felt those breasts I had admired for so long. They were the size of grapefruits in my hand as I felt them through her heavy sweater. And despite the fabric of the sweater and the t-shirt and support brassiere underneath, I could still feel here nipples protruding underneath.

“Oh God,” she moaned as her breath caught with my touch. She leaned in and gently kissed my earlobe again. “That feels so good,” she said with a somewhat shaky voice.

I massage her breasts as I felt her tongue lick and flick across my ear. She then fully attacked my ear with what I was realizing was a very skillful tongue when her hand when back to my crotch.

As I explored the wonders of her amazing chest, her hand didn’t rest outside the fabric of my pants for long as her hand tried to work inside my waistband. I had to reach down and release the tied knot that held the pants in place and with a tug of my wrist my sweatpants slipped down to my thighs. The cold air made me shiver when hit the sensitive areas of my thighs but did nothing to slow my lund from testing to bounds of the fabric of my briefs.

“Oh God,” she moaned again as her hand cupped the front of those tight underwear and the same words could have slipped from my lips as her cold hand worked inside the waistband and find my curled up penis. Fortunately her hand quickly warmed trapped between my briefs and my manhood and I was even able to withstand the cold air hitting my lund when she freed it by pushing my briefs below my balls.

“Oh God, you’re huge,” she said into my ear before bringing her face back to look me in the eye, “I knew you would be.” She smiled a coy smile, teasing me with the idea that she had thought about this moment before. And I thought guys only had masturbation fantasies.

I watched her look down at my lund as it, now fully freed, responded at full mast to her touch and the movement up and down of her hand. The moment was almost too much to take. Standing in a semi-private field at our son’s high school. The chance that anyone, even my son, could come around and catch us in our forbidden activities. It was a very sexy scene.

As I felt the pleasure of the hand job I was now receiving from my friend’s wife, I wanted to reward her as well, as any man would want to do for a sexy woman who just complimented his size.

I kissed her full and deep again, letting my hands slip to her hips. I held her there for a moment before letting my hands work their way up inside her sweater and fully cup her breasts through her t-shirt.

“Oh God, these are huge,” I said complimentary with a bit of ironic joking. She looked at me and reached for her jacket, pulling it off and dropping it to the ground. She reached for the bottom of her sweater, looking at me as if to dare her to take it off. I lightly nodded my head and she stared into my eyes as she ripped it upward pulling it over her hand and managing her long, blond ponytail through the opening at the top.

This beautiful lady stood, in a sexy vulnerable way, shivering in the cold. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, now doing my work on her neck.

“Yes,” she hissed through clinched teeth as I reached behind her waistband and unleashed her t-shirt from her pants, this allowed my hands to trail up her bare back to the strap of her bra.

My hands had to be freezing for her but her only reaction was to reach again for my lund as I began to undo the latch on the back of her bra, and that accomplished, my hands came forward under her t-shirt, sliding inside that soft brassiere and felt her up.

I heard a slight purr from her as I held these beautiful breasts in all their glory. I could feel the weight of them in my hand, like no breasts I had ever held before. And I felt her tiny pointed nipples jutting from the tips of those large mounds.

“Ah, yes, Manish,” she purred again, kissing me; her hand now going to work, jerking my lund as fast as she could. I was clearly arousing her and I wanted to continue as she was doing the same for me.

I pushed the t-shirt and bra up, exposing those nipples to the cold air. She was short, as I have mentioned before, so I was some task to bend down enough to take a nipple into my mouth while not interrupting her work between my legs.

I took that sharp nipple into my mouth, sucking it and the entre areola into my mouth. There was a smack of my breath as air escaped from my tight suction and I breathed as I took a very hard nibble on her feminine nipple.

“Um, baby, yes, I love that,” she said, hold my head with one hand and my lund with the other. I worked my way from one breast to the other, my hands massaging the big mounds and my fingers and lips working the nipples. Before meeting for another kiss with my beautiful friend.

As we held each other I felt fully her hand working up and down my erection. Since she had released it from my pants, she had not stopped stroking it up and down.

“I love touching you, Manish,” she said with a heavy breath.

“MMM I love it, too,” I said, “you’re going to make me cum, pretty soon.”

“Yes, Sweetie, I want to make you cum,” she said with a lilt in her voice that made me feel that was her goal from the moment she awoke this morning. “Cum for me, cum in my hand.”

Her words were doing magic and it wouldn’t be long before I did just that. But I needed to ask one question before the spell of the moment was broken.

“Is this all the thanks I get? Or can I expect more in the future.”

There was silence for a moment and then she leaned in near my ear. “Do you want more, Manish?”

“Um Hmm,” was all the response I could manage as her hand picked up the pace below.

“Oh yeah? You want to fuck me, Manish? Have you always dreamed of fucking me?”

Now I had heard Babita use crass language before and seen her take shots and do crude things as college kids do, but her use of the F-word here sent me into a new stratosphere.

“Yes, I want to fuck you,” I responded, “I really want to fuck you.”

“Oh God, yes,” she whined, “I want you to fuck me, doggy style in my bed. Do you like to fuck doggy style?’ She purred this question, clearly trying to make it titillating to me.

“Oh yes, I’d love to fuck you from behind,” I teased, “I love to see your beautiful ass in front me as we made crazy fucking love.”

Both of us tried to breathe, we were now completely lost in the throes of passion, anyone walking up could not have stopped us at this point.

“And then,” I continued, “I would want to lay back while you rode on top of me.”

“Oh yeah,” she moaned, “I would wear my sexiest lingerie for you and ride you all night.”

The picture of this entered my mind, a sexy bustier on this amazing woman, with thigh high stockings and a garter belt, rocking her hips back and forth grinding our pubic bones together. That was the vision that put me over the top.

“I’m going to cum, Babita,” I groaned.

“Oh yes, cum for me Manish,” her hand moved into jet drive and she jerked my lund for all it was worth. “Cum for me, Baby!”

She didn’t have to ask again, with a moan my first load of semen came streaming out, shooting a few inches away from lund onto the grass below. The second load shook my body as it popped straight into the air and back onto my lund and Babita’s hand. Soon her hand was slowing, working every last drop out of me.

She moved her hand all over my lund and balls, rubbing the cum in like a lotion. I now became more aware of the cold as my lund shriveled. She continued to tease and tickle before finally pulling her mouth up for me to see, with my cum glistening all over it.

She smiled as she pulled her palm towards her face and her tongue flicked out for a lick. She had an amazing sexy tongue that came to a hard point as she took a second taste of my sperm.

I pulled her to me and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue, letting the moment and the salty taste last as long as I could.

“Oh my, you’re a little kinky, aren’t you,” she purred.

“A little, I said with a blush. She took another lick and we kissed deeply again, I grabbed her body and turned her shoulders around so her torso was now faced away from me and we kissed over her shoulder. My right hand slipped back under her t-shirt to a bare breast and my left hand slid inside her stretch pants and inside her silk panties.

“Oh my,” she blurted out as my hand slid to her most secret place, “Oh Manish.”

Her right hand slid behind my head pulling me to her neck, her left hand grasped through the material of her pants. I feared for a moment she was stopping me, but soon realized she was giving me freedom of movement and was just along for the ride.

I slid my pointing finger down the through the lips of her vagina, finding a wet, slippery hard clit there. Her teeth clinched and her breath caught as I found it, causing me to pause for a moment.

“Oh yes, right there,” she moaned, “don’t stop.”

I slid my finger farther down into her nether regions, letting my finger tease the hole of her vagina before working back up to the throbbing clit.

“ah ah ah,” I could only guess her words were gone for the moment and she could only make small noises as her pleasure grew.

My right hand slid down from her breast and joined my other hand inside her panties. My left hand went to work on her clit while I worked my long finger from my right hand inside of her like a slender lund. My finger was instantly greeted with a wealth of chut juice to give me free easy access and the walls of her vagina pulled me.

“Now I want you to come out here for me,” I whispered as I kissed her neck and ear.


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