My romp with Salim Ahmad 3

As he pulled his penis out of me, I prepared for the return of the ram. I held my breath and just then, I felt him re-enter and attack my inner back walls, attempting, it felt, to break them down. I felt the pain again, too, but this time it didn't startle or hurt me as much. I enjoyed knowing that the sharpness was from this huge organ hitting deep inside me. The more I thought about his penis filling my already stretched vagina, I got more turned on. My thighs thrust hard against his, forcing our bodies to collide in a sexual fusion. I found that my previous animalistic screams were just the seeds to what was coming out of my mouth now. I didn't recognize my own sounds. They sounded alien and nearly horrific and oddly, purely sexual. Just as I was sure I was on my way to cumming again, Salim suddenly pulled out and in one graceful move, turned me around so that I faced the headboard and windows.

I felt his hands, large and strong, grab my hips and pull me roughly against his raging penis. He thrust his member into my vagina and with the thrust, I felt my entire being weaken. He pushed so far inside that I felt that pain again, but it was different. This time, his head rubbed against my G-spot as he barged his way into my domain. My arms shook with weakness as they stressed to hold me in position. My head jerked back to the point where it touched my shoulders, and with it, a groan that was deep and throaty. My buttocks and vagina clinched, locking a hold around his penis which I could tell immediately that he enjoyed. With a swift pull, he was at my opening again, and preparing for entry.

Over and over again, he thrust himself deep within my inner walls, causing me to cum around his shaft countless times. My entire body was shaky and sweaty by the time he gave me the hardest ram of all. I could feel his semen shooting with a matched force into me. His heartbeat was undoubtedly forcing the seed to crash into my walls in perfect time. I could feel the thump-squirt-thump-squirt for what felt like an hour. I loved feeling a strange man's semen being sprayed into me. The thought of never before having this man's semen filling my vagina, was an incredible aphrodisiac. With this realization, I thrust my buttocks backwards, farther onto his penis, feeling that now familiar pierce of pain. I nearly sat upright, trying with all my will to swallow his member with my vagina.

I felt his semen quickly begin to ooze from my vagina onto his satisfied penis. He pulled completely out after giving me a gentle nudge forward. Still on my hands and knees, I watched as he wrapped his fingers around his organ, collecting as much of the spilled semen as possible. Then, with fingers and thumb covered, he allowed his juice to drip and slide onto my anus and further down to my vagina, which was so full already, it was beginning to drip on its own. Sometime in the next few moments, he got cleaned up and dressed. I collapsed into a more relaxed position on my side. He came over and smiled down at me. Salim brushed my hair gently from my face, peeling the strands still glued onto my skin by sweat. I felt weak and completely used. I loved it. I smiled back at him, not bothering to rise up and be the polite hostess. The times of polite hosting were definitely in the past now. Salim bent and kissed my cheek softly to say goodbye.

I didn't even watch as he left the room, as I could not. The moment Salim had stepped out of the room, my Husband Rahul, who had gone almost wild with excitement at me having been so thoroughly used by Salim, pulled me to himself. I was beyond used up and filled up. Although I hadn't moved during the departure and entrance of Salim, I could tell my vagina was very stretched out, swollen and more full of semen, than I had ever thought was possible. My husband stood in front of me, standing before my exhausted form on the bed. I looked up at him, apprehensive of what I may see in his eyes. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I was worried I'd see betrayal, disgust and hatred in his eyes caused by a fantasy to reality gone badly. When my eyes did meet his, what I saw brought relief and a sudden spark of lust.

My husband's eyes were filled with a wild craving, Salim's had been, but my husband's eyes also held an incredible devotion and love for me. He smiled and gave me a wink. I rolled over onto my back and gave him my most wicked smiles. He watched as I spread my tired legs for him and let him see the semen, I had been saving deep inside me. My vaginal lips were sealed together, soaked as well as my hair, with the semen of a man who was not the man beside me now. I reached down and spread my clingy lips and allowed my husband to gaze upon his fantasy, as it became reality. He watched as my vagina tried with all her force to pull the strange semen, back inside to no avail. Then, he watched as I used those same muscles and pushed ever so gently, forcing a small amount of the seed to spill forth, sliding down my thighs, landing in a pile on the bed.

I witnessed his chest as it extended outwardly, causing jagged breaths to escape his lips. He watched in silence as my muscles tightened and loosened. Finally, a moan filled the air and he couldn't resist his inner demandings any more. He wasted not a second longer and delved right into my sticky, hot, filled vagina. His fingers, too, explored the inner walls of my cavity, but unlike Salim's my husband's fingers were enveloped by a thick, tacky, living glob of seed which was not his own. His fingers danced inside, enjoying the thought of his fantasy finally coming true. Lying back, I watched and enjoyed my lover's delight in my overflowing vagina. He removed his fingers, brought them into better light, and rubbed them together, feeling the cum slide between his digits. When he finally found himself satisfied that way, with great urgency mounted me. His small little penis was already harder than ever when he held the tip of it to my vagina. He rubbed his head into my lips. He parted my sticky lips with his head and slid his organ into my pussy ever so slowly. I could feel the semen inside me get pushed out by this other organ's displacement.

I loved knowing that the semen Salim had pumped into me just a while ago was now surrounding my husband's penis, giving my vagina, a lubrication neither of us had ever imagined. The semen oozed out of my vagina, being spread onto my inner thighs by my husband's own pelvis. I felt Salim's semen slide down my thighs and land again on the blanket and even further, to my anus. My husband Rahul's small penis was thrusting with force and rhythm, enjoying the slippery sensation.

With a sudden forceful thrust, my husband shot his sperms into my already dripping vagina. I could feel his seed hit inside, just as I did with Salim. This time, though, I was awash with hot sexual fire like never before! I visualized the two men's sperms colliding and being forced to mix by the power of my muscles and the hardness of his organ inside me now. The two different sperms would battle for dominance and power, maybe impregnating me with a baby. Later Rahul rolled across and went into a very deep slumber, having achieved his objective of seeing me being taken by a strange man...