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Trip to Agra & Taj in the Moon Light  

ruchikadeepak 45M/41F
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9/30/2020 10:03 pm
Trip to Agra & Taj in the Moon Light


Last month, we drove down Agra for the weekend with S and his wife U. We had been friends for a few years, but this was the first<b> trip </font></b>outside Delhi we were taking together. It was late evening on Friday when we reached our hotel, so we unpacked, had a few drinks and dinner, and retired to our rooms, promising to meet for breakfast next morning.

Trouble was, in the morning, when they knocked on our door, asking if we were ready to have breakfast, my wife and I were right in the middle of our daily morning fuck (My wife can’t start her day without getting a good hard fucking. We sleep nude, and every morning, either she wakes me up with a blowjob, or I wake her up with two fingers up her cunt). Now my wife is a pretty noisy lover. I was slamming into her hard and just as S called us from outside the door, my wife let out a scream of pleasure. I clamped my hand over her mouth and shouted: You go ahead, we’ll join you. Then we finished our fucking, and went down and had breakfast with S and U.

We spent the day sightseeing—the Taj, Agra Fort, Sikandra—and came back in the late afternoon. S wanted to visit the Taj again in the evening and see it in the moonlight, and my wife was enthusiastic, but I was more interested in watching a Liverpool match, and U said she was tired. So S and my wife went off, and we said that we’d meet them around 8 pm in the bar.

Around 6.30, I was in my room, waiting for the match to begin, when U knocked on the door. I’m bored, she said. Can I sit here? I promise to let you watch the match in peace. I said sure. I sat on the bed, while she reclined on the couch.

You want a drink? I asked. Why not? she said. I had brought a bottle of Absolut from Delhi and kept it in the fridge. I opened it and poured ourselves drinks. She had a long sip, lit a cigarette, then said: Can I ask you something? Sure, I said.

When we knocked in the morning, she said, you guys were having sex, right?

There was no point denying it. Yeah, I said.

I heard her scream, said U. She seemed to be really loving it.

I didn’t say anything.

Does she scream a lot during sex? she asked.

I didn’t know where this was going, but I found the conversation interesting. In fact, I was remembering that morning’s sex, and I felt myself getting mildly aroused by the memory of my wife’s body, my cock inside her cunt, she shuddering in orgasm. I said: Yes, she does. She just lets herself go.

She got up, and as she was pouring herself another drink, she said, with her back to me: I also want to let myself go, scream…But I can’t. S’s parents live with us, and their bedroom is right next to ours. They would hear if I did. Anyway, one night, we had forgotten to lock our bedroom door from inside, and in the morning, S’s mother walked in right in the…We were naked and he was taking me doggy-style.

She turned, raised her glass at me, drank from it and laughed. We’ve had to be extra careful after that, she said.

Something happened between the two of us at that moment. I picked up the remote and switched off the TV. She finished off her drink in one impressive swig. Then she jumped on me on the bed. I fell back and she was on top of me, pinning down my arms on both sides of my head. Her face was very close to mine. You’ll make me scream? she whispered. I want to, so much!

She let go of my arms and sat up straight. She took off her sleeveless top and shook her shoulder-length hair loose in a movement that I found incredibly sexy. She hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her breasts, melon-shaped, swung over my face, the scarlet nipples erect. She got off the bed and in one motion, took off her Bermudas and panty. Her pussy hair was a neat triangle—clearly, she got it trimmed professionally. She had a beautiful body—perfectly proportioned. She did a full swivel with her arms stretched above her head and asked: So, do you like me?

Yes, I said. You are very very sexy.

Do you think you’ll like fucking my cunt?

Yes, I would, very much. I want to fuck you till you scream.

Then what are you waiting for? I can see that poor thing is hungry. It’s trying to burst out of your shorts.

She sat down and unzipped me and my cock sprang out. Oh poor dear, she crooned, stroking it. You felt so locked up, didn’t you? She massaged it, then looked up and said: Come on! I don’t want to be the only naked person in this room!

As I was getting out of my clothes, she lay down on the bed, with her cunt positioned at its edge. Can you give me a good licking please? she asked. I haven’t had one for a long time. S doesn’t like to do that very much.

Now I love licking pussy. I love the smell of pussy, the taste of pussy, everything. I knelt down between her legs. First I teased her by licking up and down her inner thighs, very close to her cunt but not touching it. I could see the goosebumps appear on her skin, and I could hear her moaning. After a few minutes, she started pleading: Please…please…

I pried her cunt lips open with my fingers and shoved my tongue in. I explored, till I found her clitoris, and started licking it. She gave a sharp shrill squeal and then started going unhhh unhhh unhhh…

I lapped her up and down and penetrated her passage. Ow, wow! I heard her panting. You’re inside me! You’re fucking me with your tongue! I shoved a finger also in, and started a rotating motion along the walls of her passage. Oh, that feels so good, so good! So fucking good! I heard her saying. Her voice was getting louder. Yes! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! Yes! And then she screamed. It was one scream after another and she started thrashing around. I held her thighs tightly with my face buried in her cunt, and her legs being held prisoner while she wanted to be free to thrash around, added to her rapture. Her upper body lifted up several times from the bed and fell back. She had lost all control.

Finally, she quietend down, but she had only come down halfway from her peak—she was still on a plateau. Come in, come in, please, she implored. I think I’m going to have multiple orgasms! Take me, take me! Oh, please!

I positioned my iron-hard cock at the entry to her pussy, and she held it and guided it in. I loved that. I love it when women help me put my dick into their cunt. I loved that. I like women with their legs spread wide and guiding my cock into their cunt. Out of their own free will. Her pussy was pure bliss. It was tight, wet and ready. I rammed her hard, but kept changing my rhythm. I would do a couple of minutes of fast short strokes, which would make her squeal continuously and then do long deep strokes that would be met by long loud aaaaahs. She was just half down from her orgasm and she was going mad. She was on the verge of a huge orgasm and she just hovered there, in a state of extreme pleasure, but not going over the tipping point.

Then I had an idea. There was a small jar of cold cream on the side table next to the bed. I reached out, opened it and dipped my right forefinger in the cream. I took it out, all covered in cream, and stuck it up U’s asshole. The cream helped it go in quite easily and I pumped it in and out in time with my cock in her cunt.

That tipped her over the edge. She threw her head back and screamed. Her whole body shuddered uncontrollably and kept on shuddering, I kept slamming into her hard, mercilessly. It was like being on a ship in the middle of a hurricane. Her eyeballs had turned up in her head, and she was shrieking at the top of her voice. For a moment, I wondered if some hotel staff might hear and think I was murdering someone and come to investigate.

When she finally came down from her high, she was totally spent. She was panting like she had run a marathon; she didn’t seem to have any energy left. Well, this is one well-fucked woman, I thought to myself. But I still had a big hard-on, buried deep inside her. And the jar of cold cream was still there.

As her breathing started slowing, while I kept fucking her gently, going as deep inside her as I could, then pulling out almost fully, then digging in again, penetrating her fully, filling her up. When she was breathing normally again, I turned her over, and covered my cock with the cold cream. The chill touch was heavenly. I think my cock grew even harder. Then I pressed my cock down on her asshole. What are you doing? she asked, her voice weak. You haven’t ever screamed like this before, I said, and I’ve never tried this before. Let me try.

She didn’t reply. But I thought it was a fair bargain.

Even with the lubrication of the cold cream, it was tough going, entering her asshole, but I persisted, while she groaned in pain, and then her hole started opening up under my pressure, and little by little, I started going in. The first couple of inches were difficult, and then suddenly, another two inches slid in quite easily. That was enough for me. I made her keep her legs wide apart and started thrusting. Her arms were outstretched. I held them by the wrists, so she couldn’t move, and fucked her at a steady pace in the ass. It was incredible sex—both physically and mentally. My cock was loving her tight virgin hole. And she felt like my slave . I was her master. She was helpless under me. I had now taken her by invading her most secret space. I owned her body now.

And after some time, U started love it. She began moan softly. Then her moans and grunts got louder, and she started pushing back a bit meet my thrusts. Finally, she got up on her knees, and her hole opened up slightly more as a result, and I could hump her more easily. Unhhhhh unhhhhh unhhhhh, she kept on going. But now I was close coming. I increased my pace, and as the orgasm started building, I started fucking her as fast as I could, holding her by her tummy and pulling her towards me every time I rammed my cock in. Finally, just in time, I pulled out (she squealed noooooo—she wanted me to go on) and shot my load all over her back. Then I flopped down beside her on the bed.

She stayed on her knees, resting her head sideways on the bed, and began fingering herself desperately. In a few moments, she brought herself to a screaming climax. Then she collapsed face down and lay still. I turned towards her and licked her earlobe. Please don’t, please, she murmured. You’re making me feel tingly. More of this and I think I’ll die!

After a few minutes, she got up, lit a cigarette (I found that I loved watching her walk around naked), and came back with an ashtray to sit beside me, smoking. She was sitting cross-legged, with her cunt in full view, and I felt my cock getting hard once more. She finished her smoke and asked: What’s the time? I looked at my phone. 7.20, I said.

They’ll be back by 8, she said. Your come has dried up all over my back. I need a shower.

Be my guest, I said.

She got up and walked naked into the bathroom. I heard her turn on the shower. After a minute, I joined her there. She leant over the basin platform, and I took her from behind. It was a nice quick fuck—dessert. We could see ourselves in the mirror, me kneading her breasts (which I had neglected till now) as I pumped into her. We kept looking into each other’s eyes in the mirror and grinning in delight as we fucked. I fucked fast and hard, and she pushed back in rhythm—we knew we didn’t have much time. She moaned and grunted, but didn’t scream. I came first. After I’d finished, she reached between her legs and started masturbating. My fingers joined her there. We played around with her clit and cunt till she orgasmed with a series of soft shrieks. I hugged her from behind and kissed her wet hair. I haven’t fucking come this many times in an hour in my whole life, she said, panting a little. In fact I don’t even know how many times I’ve come. Just fucking lost count.

She dressed. As she was leaving the room, she said: “I screamed like the fucking devil. But you didn’t make a single sound. You are totally silent when you have sex, is it?”

I had never thought about this, but yes, actually it was true. I always did it silently.

We took the elevator down to the bar. The others came into the bar and joined us soon after, gushing about Taj in the moonlight. While we were having our drinks and planning our Fatehpur Sikri<b> trip </font></b>the next day, I texted U: “Can I silently make you scream again sometime?” After a few minutes came the reply: ”Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!! (scream) 🙂 Will be in touch.”

I’m waiting.

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