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This incident Sex With Dick Lover, etched so deeply in my memory, took place when I was posted in Guwahati. It was a city with beautiful girls. However, my job in the forces kept me occupied most of the time. Fortune favored me the night I met this lady at a party. A widow in her forties, though she appeared much younger, she seemed to enjoy my company. Over drinks, she invited me and my friend to her house.

A couple of weeks later the two of us decided to call on her. A pleasant surprise was in store. At her place she introduced us with three young ladies from her office. Among the trio, I was especially fascinated by Neeta. Man … she sure was magnificent! A virgin vision, she came neatly packaged in an off-white silk shirt, and a pair of jeans that hugged her slim and long legs. Her shy, modest and gracious nature no less than her desirable body and her peaches-and-cream complexion immediately entranced me. Behind the fall of the sensuous silk garment, I spied the proud swell of her bosom that appeared rather inviting. I could not help imagining how Neeta would look in the nude. It did not take too long to break the ice, and soon I had a rapport with her. We exchanged phone numbers before bidding our hostess goodbye. It was a fine autumn day, while I was at work, that I received a call from Neeta. After an exchange of pleasantries, she asked me what I was doing that evening. When she learnt that I was free she asked me to meet her near her office. Well, from that moment onwards, I repeatedly kept checking my watch. Suffice it to say it was the longest wait of my life. At last, evening arrived, and borrowing an office Gypsy I raced to her address. Looking charming in a beige T-shirt and a pair of dark brown chinos, with her long hair in a delicate topknot, Neeta greeted me with a warm smile as she entered the vehicle and took her seat beside me. “I am all yours.” Her maiden words caused a flutter in my heart. I hardly could believe my luck.

Since I was not acquainted with city she had to decide on our destination. “Let’s go on a drive to Kamakhya,” she suggested, adding that the scenery there was spectacular. With my cute navigator giving out directions, we headed for the place, which, I then learnt, was a considerable distance away. After some time, we reached an intersection, from where our vehicle veered off from city traffic and started ascending hilly terrain. The surrounding was shorn of habitation and lacked illumination. As I concentrated on my driving, enjoying small talk with my pretty co-passenger, I suddenly felt something crawling over my crotch.

My left hand darted over to the spot, and to my surprise it touched something fleshy. It took a few moments to register that it was Neeta’s delicate hand. Feeling aroused I shifted my gaze at her and saw her partly illumined face come alive with a naughty grin. It was certainly a far cry from the virginal young woman whom I had met just a few days earlier. Quickly, I pulled over to a side and asked, “Now what, cutie?” She did not utter a word as my arms snaked around her waist and gathered her in a tight embrace. I drew her face close to mine as I sought to kiss her lips. I could feel her quickening breaths as our tongues met for the first time and started sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. Then, without warning, she bit hard on my tongue. Shocked more at her act than by the pain, I withdrew at once. So, the modest-gracious-maid was merely a façade for this bitch.

It was then that she did the most incredible thing. Pushing me back on my seat she unzipped my fly and tearing down my jockey groped for, and grasped my now hard-as-a-rock pecker. With a nimble grip on the wand of flesh, which magically throbbed in a mad rhythm, Neeta bent over to my side and kissed it bang on the head. “ Mind if I play around with him?” She asked. I saw no reason why she shouldn’t. After toying around for some time, during which she gave it a couple of butterfly flicks, she reached for her bag from where she retrieved a tube of Vaseline. Rubbing some onto her palm and blending drops of her spit, she reached for my pecker and started to stroke it and milk it in a manner that was exquisitely sensuous. Within a while she changed her tempo and increased the pressure. Her maidenly propriety (nowhere in sight) was replaced by a brazen and shameless nature, of an exciting young woman without any inhibitions. By then my hands had managed to grope inside Neeta’s T-shirt, and were busy, desperately seeking to remove her boobs from the bondage of her bra. It was a task easier said than accomplished. Since she was lying bent from her waist up, I had to tug at her T-shirt, and the front of her wispy yet unyielding bra, which hindered me from performing my handiwork. May be she realised my need, and without so much of an effort she reached behind and unhooked her bra. Her soft and smooth boobs were finally in my grasp. Gosh! Were they a delight to hold! I fondled, squeezed and kneaded the fleshy peaches to my heart’s content. All the while she continued to shower her affection on my pecker. Everything else ceased to exist as we stayed in that state of pure ecstasy.

“Man, you have quite a sausage, can’t have enough of him,” Neeta said, “Too bad that I haven’t yet had my sauce.” I liked her bawdy comment. ”You are quite a handful yourself,” I replied, giving her supple boobs a particularly hard squeeze. Not bothering to continue with the repartee she quickly rearranged her position in a manner that gave her enough room to feel around my crotch. She pulled my trousers further down and clawed away my undies till she had complete access to my pecker as well as my balls. Her fingers sensuously caressed my pecker-turned-cannon, which by then was primed to shoot its load. Her quivering lips and the slithering action of her tongue rhymed with the movement of her fingers as my pelvis started to grind into her face.

Ummm!!! Aaargh!! Aaargh! Strange wild sounds emerged from deep within Neeta. By this time her topknot started to come undone and my hands tangled with her silky hair as I mercilessly jammed her head over my swollen organ. Immune to it all, she however, remained engrossed with the job at hand. The magic of her ministrations had its effect, as my love-potion gushed out in a flood of pure pleasure. Greedily, Neeta’s skilled mouth milked my pecker for the “sauce” she had so long been hoping for. Uniquely talented in her art, she squandered no time while slurping, sucking and swallowing the rewards of her hard labour. For a long time she hung on to me, with my pecker lodged in the warm sanctuary of her mouth. With her slim fingers she squeezed my balls and the root of the shaft for the last drops of my love-potion. For a brief moment, I can’t explain why, my mind fleeted back to a young lady of gracious disposition, the same girl, who, throwing modesty to the wind, was then bent on leaving me dry. What a transformation, I wondered, as I awakened Neeta from her act and glued my lips onto her bee-stung lips.

As if in a daze, she poked her dainty tongue deep inside my mouth. Slippery with my juice, she explored my mouth, while her hand lingered on my pecker with a vigour that revealed her yearning for more loving. The bitch was still in heat, and I could even feel my loins regaining a second life. But it was late, and we had a long way to go. Rejecting the urge of my basic instincts, I broke the sensuous spell and restarted the vehicle. Soon we were on the road again. But Neeta had lost none of her spirits. Her nails scratched and pinched my pecker even as our vehicle negotiated the city’s busy traffic. Then praising my “manly” pecker, she recalled her experiences with her steady boyfriend and confessed how his poor-apology-of-an organ left her feeling despondent.

As we parked near her place, she entwined her arms around me, and in a slutty voice intoned, “Dad and Mom are away visiting sister, ready for a nightcap dear?” O Boy! You know what my answer could have been. I did end up at her place, and well, doing a few other things beside … But all that in another episode. Access me on: fresh_sausage@yahoo.com

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