Excerpt 2 from Smriti's First (Edge of Ecstasy 5)

“Sit between my legs, with your back to me,” Sam replied.

Smriti acquiesced, placing herself between his legs, pressing her hips against his groin, feeling his erect penis poke her from her hip up to the small of her back as she pressed her body against his. Sam engulfed her in his arms and started licking her on her neck. Smriti put a hand back on Sam’s face and held one of his hands with the other.

“Let me know if anything I do hurts, OK?” Sam whispered, taking a break from licking her.

She turned her face to look into his eyes and kissed him, her one hand still on his cheek.

“Do whatever you want to me,” Smriti replied.

She let go of his lips and rested her head on his shoulders, closing her eyes. Sam let go of her hand and moved his right hand down to her hairy mound, rubbing her vaginal lips as a whole with the palm of his hand. He moved the other hand to Smriti’s left breast and began fondling her nipple. Smriti moaned softly.

Sam then pushed his index finger between her vulva, moving it up along the wet partition until he reached her clitoris. He began rubbing Smriti’s clitoris in circles with his right index finger as with fingers of his left hand, he fondled her left nipple, rubbing it between his index finger and thumb. Smriti opened her mouth to gasp as much air as she could and moaned loudly. She felt her forehead muscles arch with tension as Sam pleasured her between her thighs and caressed her nipple.

“Like that?” Sam said, increasing the pressure on her clitoris and her nipple a little.

But Smriti was in the midst of intense spasms of constant pleasure to respond with words. She nodded breathlessly, gasping for air, moaning.

Sam began licking her on her neck even as he stimulated her clitoris and left nipple, causing Smriti to squeal with joy. She gripped his hand that was on her left nipple and held it tight with both her hands. 

“Too… intense… nipple,” Smriti said, panting, as she continued to moan loudly.

To her relief, Sam understood her cryptic words and let go of her nipple and let her grip his right hand. Smriti gyrated her groins where she sat, tightening her thighs against Sam’s left hand, even as Sam continued to rub her clitoris in circles. He began nibbling on her ear now and Smriti heard her moans become louder almost involuntarily. She began clenching and unclenching her thighs against Sam’s hand as he rubbed her, feeling tension build in her loins.

“Just relax, Smriti,” Sam whispered as he nibbled her ear, increasing the speed and pressure of his rubbing. Smriti couldn’t respond as she felt tiny explosions erupt between her loins, not yet an orgasm but pleasure so intense that she yelled. It was unlike any sexual pleasure she had felt with Raj or while masturbating; more intense, more visceral, more wild. She felt her thighs begin to shake involuntarily. She gave up trying to clench her legs around Sam’s hand and opened her legs as wide as could, putting her left leg over Sam’s thigh. As she opened her legs, Sam now started rubbing her clitoris with his thumb and his index finger, grinding her pleasure-muscle almost to her pubic bone.

Smriti felt the orgasm begin at the tips of her toes; her toes curled and she screamed as the volcano of ecstasy finally erupted, eclipsing every tingle that had erupted before. She silently cursed it – her orgasm, because Sam was finger-fucking her so well that she never wanted it to stop. She let go of his hand and placed both her hands on either of his thighs, digging her fingernails into them as she began to cum. When the next wave of pleasure came, it was even more intense, emanating from her clitoral muscle, causing her vaginal walls to clench and unclench, her hips to lift off the couch involuntarily. She felt her vagina squirt a little fluid as it contracted and expanded, releasing sexual energy. Sam kept his fingers pressed against her clitoris as she came. 

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Excerpt 1 from Smriti's First (Edge of Ecstasy 5)

Smriti opened the closet to put on a skin colored overcoat over her bra and crotchless panties, to answer the door. She half-walked, half-ran to the door, down the staircase from her room.

She opened it to find Raj standing outside, his erect penis already making a tent in his jeans.

“Hi! So no one else at home right?” he asked, looking inside the house from the half-open door.

Smriti opened up her overcoat and gave him a glimpse of her almost naked body. Raj stared at her cleavage.

“So are you just going to stand and stare?” Smriti asked, laughing, as Raj continued to ogle her breasts.

What she really wanted to ask him was if he was finally going to give her an orgasm.

Raj gulped and shook his head. He walked inside.

He was on her in a flash, taking off her overcoat and immediately unhooking her bra, dropping them both to the floor.

“Wait!” Smriti said, laughing, even as Raj began nibbling on her left nipple.

“Let’s do it here,” Raj said between nibbles.

“No, bedroom… go down on me first… please,” Smriti replied, moaning slightly as the nibbles on 

her nipple began to arouse her passions.

But Rahul unzipped his jeans and took out his fully erect penis. “Maybe later,” he said. He forcibly turned her around and pushed her towards the wall. With his hands, he spread her legs as Smriti stood with her hands on the wall, her back to him.

“Are your panties crotchless like I had asked?” he said.

Smriti nodded.

He guided his penis into Smriti’s vagina through the hole in her panties. Smriti gasped as his penis started entering her vagina.

“Wow, you are dripping wet,” Raj said before adding, “you slut.”

Smriti rolled her eyes, unseen to Raj; it was always like this, he would insert his manhood inside her and dirty-talk her till he came within minutes: he rarely made it past seven. She made an attempt to turn but before she could say something, Raj made a hard thrust inside her with his manhood and she gasped as his penis entered her fully. Raj took that as her consent to keep going on and began to thrust harder, gripping her hips through her panties with his hands.

“How do you like getting fucked against the wall, you slut?” Raj said, thrusting harder and harder into her vagina. Despite herself, Smriti moaned. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy sex with Raj, it’s just that it finished too soon for her. ‘If only he could keep going like this for twenty minutes, even fifteen,’ she thought, feeling his rock-hard penis ram her vaginal walls hard. His balls were banging against her clitoris and the hard banging was beginning to work – she just needed some time.

“Keep… going Raj,” she pleaded moaning, as waves of pleasure emanated from her loins.

“You like that, don’t you slut?” Raj asked, slapping her left hip hard as he fucked her.

Smriti just moaned in response.

He pulled her back by her hair, as he continued to ram his manhood into her.

“Gently, Raj,” Smriti pleaded but loud moans continued to escape from her lips almost involuntarily as Raj’s penis drilled her.

“Say you are a slut, slut!” he screamed as he thrust inside her.

Smriti didn’t respond and Raj pulled her back by her hair more, digging his fingernails into her hips.

“Ouch! Stop that!” Smriti exclaimed in genuine pain.

But Raj continued to hold her by her hair and even began to pinch her left hip through her panties.

“Say you are a slut first,” he said, a little breathlessly. Smriti could feel his penis begin to stiffen a little inside her.

“OK, OK! I’m… a… slut,” Smriti replied softly. Raj picked up the speed with which he was ramming into her hips and Smriti began moaning loudly now; she felt afraid the neighbors would be able to hear her if she continued to moan that loudly.

He let go of her hair but continued to pinch her hip. But Smriti was enjoying the banging far too much for her to admonish him; if only he could continue like this for ten or even five more minutes.

But Raj had already begun to finish. His penis stiffened to its hardest inside her.

“No… not yet,” Smriti said, looking back at him, even as Raj’s thrusts became slower, harder and deeper.

As she turned, she saw Raj’s face was red with pre-orgasmic tension. He thrust wildly inside her vagina now and within seconds, his penis began twitching and spurting his ejaculate inside her. He finished with a groan, ejaculating seven or eight times inside her, holding on hard to her hips. Smriti felt his warm semen hit her vaginal walls and enjoyed the feeling; in a way the warm gooey fluid gave her a sense of partial contentment.

And then, Raj was done. He drew his penis out and zipped his pants. Smriti could feel his semen begin to dribble out of her not fully satisfied vagina.

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Excerpt 2 from Tanvi's Party

Tanvi stopped, knowing already what Natasha had in mind. Natasha bent forward and picked up the condom nearest her. She upturned the condom and squeezed it from the bottom to the top, pouring some stranger’s seminal fluid on Tanvi’s right breast. Having drained semen from the condom, she threw it on to the floor. She poured semen from the next condoms on Tanvi’s other breast, the space between her boobs, her belly, her navel (stopping short of her pubic area), her neck, her chin, even her arms and underarms, until Tanvi’s almost entire upper body was coated with a sticky slimy layer of semen.

The last condom Natasha didn’t upturn onto Tanvi, but instead took the opening of the condom into her mouth and drank semen directly from it as if it were a plastic containing her favorite fruit drink.

“Done?” Tanvi asked. She had grown to like this ritual of their lovemaking. She didn’t mind the slimy sticky fluid on her body, plus Natasha turned into a sexual animal post the ritual.

Natasha smacked her lips. “Yeah, you are now ready to fuck,” she said, unable to take her eyes off Tanvi’s slime coated breasts.

Natasha shifted her weight back on to her knees, taking the ‘V’ deep inside her again. Both Tanvi and Natasha moaned as they felt the V’s arms stimulate their vaginas.

Natasha placed her hands on Tanvi’s belly and began to grind her hips against the toy, slowly picking up pace. As Natasha grinded her hips back and forth against the ‘V’, Tanvi tried to latch on to Natasha’s exotically majestic nipples again but Natasha slapped her hands off her.

“Put your hands under your head,” Natasha said, her moves becoming desperate and fast. “Let me see your boobs.”

Tanvi obeyed and put her hands under her head. She felt the V’s arm go in and out of her as Natasha grinded her vagina against it and felt the contentment that comes with something fulfilling one’s sexual hunger.

Natasha moved her right hand of Tanvi’s belly and began using it to rub the semen all over Tanvi’s skin. Natasha began to focus on Tanvi’s nipples, concentrating her rubbing of the slime around them. Tanvi moaned loudly.

Natasha stopped grinding.

“What’s wrong?” Tanvi asked, opening her eyes.

“Harder,” Natasha said, not really explaining.

Natasha bent forward, the V’s flexible arm inside her vagina, bending with her. She bent forward until her breasts touched Tanvi’s and then she put her arms around Tanvi’s body, under her chest.

And then without a warning, Natasha began riding the toy and with her mouth, bit lightly into Tanvi’s chin. Tanvi gasped as the V’s arm inside her began thrusting in and out with Natasha’s motion. She loved how Natasha’s breasts were now squished against hers. She put her arms around Natasha and began slapping her on her beautiful round buttocks. 

Excerpt from Tanvi's Party (Edge of Ecstasy 4)

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Tanvi walked through the room, her high heels making a loud clacking sound against the marble floor. People stopped talking to each other and turned to stare at her. She was wearing a tight white vest showing enough of her pearly white cleavage to titillate any male past puberty, with tight dark blue jeans beneath that accentuated the curve of her hips. She wore no bra underneath the vest and if one looked closely, he or she could make out her nipples pointing out through the fabric of the vest.

Tanvi reached the centre of the room and clapped her hands loudly.

“OK everyone, eyes on me,” she said. ‘As if they weren’t on my ass or my cleavage already,’ she thought to herself.

“There are a few rules to this party,” she continued staring at the motley mix of couples. Most of them had been keeping to themselves so far. “Number one, there are time gates. Everyone has to undress to their undergarments by 8 p.m. By 8:30 p.m, everyone should be completely nude. By 9 p.m., every couple should be having sex.”

There was a handsome looking tall man with a tiny small breasted girl to her right, both of them newcomers. Tanvi could see his erection making a tent in his shorts. Tanvi stared at his crotch for a moment before moving her gaze – she felt her vagina get wetter and gulped. She brought her mind back to what she was supposed to be talking about: the party’s rules of engagement.

“You can get naked or start having sex before these time gates, but if you are not meeting the time criterion for any of the activities, you will be asked to leave,” Tanvi continued.

The man was almost 7 feet tall, Tanvi thought and the girl he was with was barely 5 feet tall. ‘If his organ was as big and wide as him, would he even fit inside the small girl’s vagina?’ Tanvi mused. Despite being a newcomer, there was a sly confident smile on his face. Tanvi couldn’t recall the last time a newcomer had been this confident, with an erection so evident to the entire world, in one of her sex parties since she had moved back to Delhi. In Philly and then New York, yes, men and women had usually been confident enough to look other people in the eyes at her parties, but such confidence was rare for Delhi. In fact, shyness was the reason she had to introduce the concept of time gates to her parties. Else people would just eat, booze, dance and flirt a little bit with the opposite sex, and then leave.

Tanvi turned around to face the other half of her audience in the roughly circular hall, hoping that this time her roving eye wouldn’t linger on the large man’s crotch-tent.

“Second, and this is important,” she said. “No means no... If a man or woman or couple says ‘No’ to you, you may not proceed. Any violations of consent are to be flagged to me. Just raise a hand for me to see or shout out my name, which is?”

“Tanvi!” about half the room said in unison.