My romp with Salim Ahmad 2

Salim stood for a moment and gazed at my body, appreciating my firm, round breasts, nearly perfect tummy and shapely legs. He reached forward and cupped my breasts, lowering his face to their softness. With expertise and gentleness, he removed my bra, allowing it to join the rest of the clothing on the floor. I don't know how long he spent kissing, nibbling, sucking and caressing my breasts, as time seemed to stand still in the room lit by early summer sunlight. My back arched and small throaty moans would occasionally make their way into the lustful air, adding fuel to the fire, which was on its way to being out of control. I remember being laid down on the bed, my head resting on satin. Salim's hands and fingers were rubbing my pubic area forcing me to moan louder and twitch as he rubbed my ever-swelling clit. It was obvious that he had played this day over in his mind more than once.

As he rubbed my clit into near climax, his mouth never left my breasts and neck. I was so close to being desperate for more, I almost demanded outright that he go down on me. He must have read my mind, because at just the end of my ability to hold on, he moved his face to where his hand had just been. Now, with his fingers slipping inside, searching out the wettest area, I could feel his mouth blow hot air onto my pubic area just above my clit. I thought I was going to be set afire right then and there! His fingers teasingly played with my G-spot while he nibbled and mouthed me. It was the most intensely erotic experience I had experienced in a very long time. By now I was moaning so loudly that a fleeting vision entered my mind. It was of my husband, watching us and listening to my groans and moans of pleasure, with his penis as hard as a rock, and his imagination taking over every aspect of his existence. Finally Salim returned to his prior position and parted my legs to fit his desires. I could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan as it offered caresses of its own on my wet, curly hair and moist vaginal lips. Salim lowered himself and with skilled fingers he parted my lips and forced my engorged clitoris out of its hiding.

I could feel the blood racing to my entire pubic area, making it hotter and even more sensitive. Fingers slid in and out of my pussy, reaching farther than I thought possible, just to be pulled back out and then plunged back in, creating an exquisite rhythm with the beats of my heart and the breath in my chest. Dancing madly to the rhythm was a tongue so talented, it alone took my breath away. He moved in such a way, I thought briefly that surely he must be a part of a wild dream. With every plunge, lick, suck, nibble, rub, push, and dart, I felt my body quiver, jolt and respond to him without my permission or my control. My body was his as he brought me to a shuddering, explosive, convulsive and nearly mind -blowing orgasm. I wrapped my fingers around his curls and dug my nails into his scalp, throwing my hips into his face only to jerk them back, pushing them into the cushion of the bed and then upward again. My groans had long since been replaced by animalistic screams of disbelieving ecstasy, which I would feel for days each time I spoke a word.

As my orgasm slowly subsided and my breathing reached a fairly normal rate, I could sense both of their eyes on me. Salim noticed my belly, moving with each breath, as did my breasts, still taut and rigid from the attention they received. My chest was flushed and splotchy with excitement. My face was red. My lips were pouting and nearly plum red from biting and sucking on them in the thrust of cumming. My eyes were bright and alive with a fire only sex provides. My hair was now soaked to my temples and forehead. Salim looked wickedly at me, with no words telling me he was not even close to being finished.

I felt a momentary mix of elation and panic as I realized that the look I'd never seen on his face meant that he wasn't ready to go home just yet. I could tell that he had treated me to the orgasm so that upon finishing, he could truly apply his attention and talents to his own orgasm and pleasure. My breath caught in my throat. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, that my own incredible satisfaction was just cherry on the cake, and that having Salim come inside my stretched and swollen vagina was the main objective. Still, I knew that if this man, was that good at giving me pleasure, he must be a phenomenal beast when it came to his own.

Before I was able to give it a moment's more thought, Salim was standing before me. He was a tall man with a physique that rivalled those of models. A typical muslim man I would say.His hand was holding his gigantic penis and rubbing it very slowly as he drank in my form. His eyes were filled with a cloudy and yet stabbing lust. He was getting harder by the second, and I watched in naked silence as he grew to a size, which, again, caused me to catch my breath. He was gigantic, in my opinion, and he grinned when he recognized what must've been a common expression on my face.

I glanced up and saw his grin, realizing how young and naive I must have looked. Salim then smiled one of his enigmatic smiles, allowing me to see the man I knew so well. I let my head relax on the satin, unable to stop my eyes from traveling downward to his penis. When my eyes once again made their way to his crude and rugged face, I could tell he was finished allowing me to get over my shock of his size. He lowered himself again, lunging his face into my vagina causing me to squeal in humorous shock. I laughed out loud at his sudden and teasing movement, appreciating his talent for lightning up a situation.

He kneeled between my legs and brought my hips upward under the guide of his hands. He lowered my buttocks onto his knees so that was at an angle and at his mercy. I watched as he grabbed his penis, thick and hard as it already was. I watched as hand and penis, together, gave my already beaten, pounded and stretched pubic area a good spanking. His bulbous head was being slapped against my pubic bone with what seemed a great deal of force. With each slap, I swear I saw his shaft swell, being led by the growth of his mushroom tip. I was watching this while fully aware of how wet the slight thump-sting to my already sensitive area was causing me to become more hot and turned on by this man.

By the time my hips began tilting even higher, begging for a better beating, he was to his full erectus and ready to drive me home. He pushed my knees upward, freeing his legs from bracing my buttocks and inched forward until he was positioned, as he wanted. I recall feeling his thighs against the backs of mine and how the seconds before first thrust seemed to last a lifetime. Suddenly and finally, I felt his marble-hard penis force its way into my tender vagina, guarded by two delicate but strong lips. I felt the head, slightly pointed, large ridged, and hot push its way in. His organ was intensely hard and smooth and had a strong brute force as it lent its strength to the head. The head hit the back of my pussy with a fury and passion equal to none but my own. A strong and sharp pain filled my vagina for a moment, leaving me aching for more.