Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 7
Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 7
Indian Gay Sex Story: Vijay picked me up in his enormous right arm and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and balanced my body carefully on his, as I circled both my arms around his shoulders. We kissed. We kissed again. He moaned and grunted. “I’m guessing you ain’t used to carry a 200-pound person in one arm every day huh?” I said sheepishly.
He looked at me and kissed me on the cheek. Sweat dripping from his forehead and chest. We were entwined like snakes in a mating bowl. Sweat dripping, pheromones exuberating, lustful and ignited by our own passions, the room screamed sex in the loudest possible way.
“400…” he said grunting again. “What?” I asked. “400 pounds is my limit.” He said. “We need to carry double our weight once we enroll in physical training.”
“So you’re saying that you’re 200 too?” I asked. “A bit over 200… but yeah. Round about the same figures,” he said as he carried me from the corner of the room to the bed.
He gently placed me down on the bed. Sweat dripped off his face on to mine. It was one of the most beautiful sights I could ever recall. It was like the sweat droplets were also making love along with us. His sweat droplets mixing with mine, both becoming infused as one.
We started kissing each other when I noticed that he still had my semen collected in the cup of his right palm. “You want to wash that,” I said looking at it. He looked down at his hand and smiled. “Nah…” he said “… I need it as a lubricant when I open you up.”
I looked back at him, “Can’t wait…” I pulled him towards me and kissed him. “Bitch, you making me HARD, yeah,” he said pulling closer and licking my neck.
“Aaaaaaahhh… Viju…” I moaned, “…yeah….. there… that’s it…. right there…”
He sucked in the last few puffs of air he could gather and moved back. “Daddy needs yo ass gurl…” he said imitating a black guy. “Hey,” I said, all light up like the 4th of July. “You sounded exactly like them black guys I watch in the porno movies.”
He smiled and continued in his neutral accent, “yeah, I’ve been watching a couple of them myself. The twinks there are fabulous.” He said giving me that desperate dirty grin.
“Hey…” I said slapping his arm, “…you cant do that no more. I’m here…”
“You’re right Ma’am…” he said smiling, “I’m sorry…”
I looked at him, pulled him closer and kissed him. Then as slow as I could get, with barely an inch of distance between ourselves, I whispered. “I’m sorry Major Sahab. But you need to be punished for your insubordination. You’ve been fantasizing about other black twinks when you should have been focussing on me…”
He looked at me and kissed me again. “So… what’s the damage now?” he asked.
“Well, you’ve gotta fuck me, HARD sergeant. Fuck me like your fucking BITCH. FUCK ME until I bleed MOTHERFUCKER…” I yelled.
“Oooooh kinky…” he said. “Ma gurl haz got da moovz.,” he said smiling. I smiled back.
“FUCKING HELL… he said “you’re just turning me on again and again. My fucking dick will explode before even entering you.”
He flipped me over on my stomach and moved lower to the foot of the bed so that he could get a good view of my butt. He slapped it with his free hand, “Nice…” he said. I felt a stab of pain. Even though Vijay must have just tapped my butt cheek, his hand was so colossal that it stung like a bee prick. “Ouch…” I yelled. “…gently babes…” I said.
He laughed, “Babes, I barely touched you.” He said.
“Yes, I know that Viju. But look at yourself. Tum ek saandh ho… and look at me…” I said twitching under his humongous built.
“Sorry babes…” he said bending down and kissing the part of my butt check where he slapped me just a few seconds ago. “Aaaahhhh…” I moaned. It felt so nice.
With the help of his right index finger and right thumb, he parted my butt cheeks exposing my asshole to his tongue. He gently licked it. The sensation of his warm slithery tongue against my anus felt extremely gratifying. “Fuck… yes….” I moaned. “Wow…”
He pushed his head a bit more inward and his tongue penetrated into my rectum for the very first time. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… yeah….. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah….” I carried on moaning.
He emptied the contents of sperm from his left hand into my butt hole and swirl it around. I could feel the now cold liquid seep into my butt. “Aaaaahhhhh… that’s cold” I said.
“I know babes. It’s been sitting in my hand for so long.” He said then he pushed his index finger slowly into my asshole. “Lemme know if this hurts.” He said.
But the sensation was exhilarating. It was magnific. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…” I moaned. Yes…..
He slowly pushed his finger inside and slid it out. He did it again. And again… and again… He was opening up my butt cunt so that he could perpetrate his enormous gigantic cock inside me without tearing or rupturing the sphincter muscle.
The pace of the movement quickened and so did the trials of my horny moans, that flooded the entire room. “Aaaaaahhhhh… aaaaaahhhhh… aaaaaaahhhhh…. aaaaaaaaahhhhh… aaaaaaahaahaahahahhhhhhh… yes… yessss… yesssss…. aaahahahhhaaaaaa…” I sang in co-relation to his finger fucks into my ass.
“Ummmm….” He said. “Someone likes what daddy’s doing..” “Obio-fuckingly, yes….” I said swaying my body in sync with his hand movements inside me.
“Babes”, he called out. “This may sting a bit,” he said
“Why… what are you doing?” I asked, my voice muffled still buried in the pillow.
“I’m probing two fingers now. Trying to open your ass as much as I can before I fuck you.” He said
“I trust you…” I said.
He then spat into my butt crack and spread the saliva into my hole with the help of his thumb. He spat a few more times, heavy large loads of spit and once my butthole was completely surrounded and moistened with his liquid, he forced two fingers into my ass.
“MOTHER FUCKER…. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH…” I yelled.
He removed it instantly. “FUCK” I yelled clenching my palms into fists as I rose. Hot tears were streaming down my eyes and my entire body was quivering to the sensation. I sat up and looked at Vijay, “Fuck…. ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh…. fuck… Viju… that hurt like hell…” I said.
He bent forward and kissed my cheek. “I know love. I said so.” He looked with concern in my eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked pulling me forward into his arms.
“No… not really…” I said. “I want you to fuck me…”
He looked down at his dick and placing the two fingers he used to insert inside me on top of it said, “Look Jaggy, the girth of my penis is way thicker than these two fingers. If you cant stand the pain of me entering you with these two little guys, how are you going to bare my dick inside you?”
I looked at him and he continued, “You know fucking is not everything in a relationship right? We can try in a few weeks once I’ve opened you enough to enter you…”
“NO…” I yelled, tears still rolling off my face.
“I want you inside me tonight.”
He looked at me and placed his palm on my face. He moved his thumb across my cheek and wiped off the tear that was now rolling down my face. “Babes, understand this. You’ve never got fucked before. Your body is not used to the concept of invasion. You need to give your muscles time and space to understand what is happening to it.”
“But they do it so easily in the porn movies,” I said crying.
“I know they do. They’re all experts.” He said pulling me closer and giving me a hug. But I was as stubborn as a flea on the horn of a bull. I was going to get fucked, come-what-may. Even if it meant him ripping my butt open, I was game. Tonight, my man was going to fuck me and there was nothing on earth that would change this decision of mine.
“Viju,” I asked slyly. “Yes…” He responded.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
He nodded. “Every damn day since I saw you.”
“Then I want this. I want you inside me…” he tried to resist but I placed my finger to his lips and continued, “I’m sure you know what you’re doing. Tell me what to do and we’ll make it happen.”
He looked at me like he still needed much more convincing before he’d want to move forward. “Babes… you sure.”
I pulled him to me and dig my fingers into his shoulders, I kissed him deeply. “I’ve been waiting for 25 fucking years to have the one I love, inside me… I almost lost you three weeks ago… Don’t fucking piss me off right now Viju, I want you to fucking fuck me and I want your cock inside me now…” I said fuming and treating up.
He realized that another word from him would have ended our relationship then and there. Nen, you got to know how to tackle them and when and how. You need to keep a tight leash on them ladies, or its all for nothing.
He gulped down and gently turned me over, “Alright”, he said. “Let’s do this…”
He spat a few times and lubricated my asshole. There was no noise beside me moaning, him, eating my ass and finger fucking me. He started with one and gently moved on with inserting two fingers inside me. The first couple of strokes were too painful but I bit the bottom of my lip, still head buried in the pillow and whimpered softly, as my body quivered with the enjoyment of the new found pain.
“Babes…” he moved the left hand on my butt and over on my back. “You need to stop clenching.” He said.
I turned around, face all red and moist with pain and tears. “What the fuck does that mean?” I said sniffing through my mucus.
“Jaggs, when I’m trying to probe you, you are clenching your butt muscles. Its that what’s making the penetration difficult.”
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“Viju”, I said turning over, “Mujhe kuch samajh mein nahi aa raha. Can you turn it down from crazy to simple please.”
He pulled me closer in his arms again. “Babes, kya ho raha hai? I’ve never seen you this upset before.”
I looked at him and exploded. “I want you to fuck me. I don’t know how this works. I cant understand why this hurts so much. I want you inside me. I need this so bad. And all I am feeling is an intense pain…”
