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Snippet 1: Namrata’s Thirst (Edge of Ecstasy 8)

She bent down and gently unbuttoned and unzipped him again. Sanjay hadn’t pushed his organ inside his boxers, perhaps because of how painfully erect he was. With the extent of his erection, being inside the boxer’s elastic would have definitely hurt.

Namrata kneeled down in front of him and helped him take down his jeans and boxers, until they rested around his ankles. He was extremely hairy around his genitals, and for some reason, that turned Namrata on, even more. She opened the cap of the bottle of oil and poured some onto the palm of her right hand. She kept the bottle down on the floor, once she was done, and rubbed the oil between her palms. Having done that, she took her hands to Sanjay’s penis and began applying coconut oil liberally all over it. Sanjay moaned and squirmed, his eyes closing as Namrata applied oil.

Half a minute later, Namrata got up and pushed her right hand between her legs, carefully pushing her oil-laden index and middle finger inside her vagina. She moaned loudly with pleasure as her vagina welcomed her fingers deep inside her, lubricated by the oil.

She removed her fingers and folded up her dress above her navel again. She had a minor thought in her head about getting oil on Shivangi’s dress but considering the way Shivangi had winked while loaning her the dress, she knew the dress had probably seen far worse fluids from whatever adventures Shivangi must have had in it.

Sanjay held out both his hands for her and Namrata smiled, putting her hands in his. She climbed back on top of him, spreading her legs. She put her right hand back down in between her legs again and found Sanjay’s erection. Slowly, she directed it towards her vaginal opening. Both of them groaned as his penis touched her vaginal lips. Namrata steeled herself for pain and tightness again as she began pushing her hips down to take his organ inside her, but lubricated as both of them now were, Sanjay’s erection went deep inside her on her first thrust. 

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Snippet 2: Pooja's Passion (Edge of Ecstasy 7)

“Want more?” she asked, opening one more button, revealing almost her entire right breast to Arpit save her nipple and the bottom left of her breast. Despite how shocked he was, Arpit began staring at her breast.

“Sorry ma’am,” he croaked again, apologizing to her right breast instead of her.

“It’s normal to be excited at your age, as I said,” Pooja replied.

She reached out under the table and placed her right hand on his crotch. She felt his penis twitch underneath her hand. Arpit moaned.

“Take it out, Arpit,” Pooja said. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

But Arpit just stared at her breast, open-mouthed. Pooja sighed and got up from her chair. She knelt down in front of him, opening all her blouse buttons showing him her right breast in full. Her left breast remained partially hidden behind the blouse and saree, but from where he sat, Pooja knew Arpit could see a lot of it. She unzipped his jeans and through an act of unusual dexterity fished his erect penis out through the opening, pushing down his underwear underneath the zip.

Arpit moaned as Pooja took his manhood in her right hand. She pushed down his foreskin to reveal a glans that seemed to have some kind of white fluid dried all over it. The boy had probably had a wet dream the past night, Pooja thought.

“Don’t you clean your penis?” Pooja asked. She spit into her hands and rubbed her saliva on his glans with both her hands, cleaning the solidified discharge off his glans. Arpit moaned and shuddered, his eyes closing involuntarily. She wiped his penis dry with the folds of her saree. As she did so, the blouse opened completely, revealing her left breast as well. She felt Arpit’s penis twitch as he stared at her breasts.

“What if aunty…” Arpit began.

“She never misses a second of ‘Baba’s Bhakti’, not even the ads,” Pooja replied, looking at his tense face mischievously as he ogled her breasts. “We have twenty minutes. And even if she walks in, I’ll tell her you forced me to do it.”

“What… no…” Arpit began but Pooja jerked his penis immediately and he moaned.

“I can tell you have never done this,” Pooja said as she jerked him slowly but firmly with her right hand. “No girls in your college?”

“No… college… girlfriend…” Arpit replied cryptically as Pooja continued to pleasure his organ.

Pooja suddenly increased the pace at which she was jerking him. Arpit clenched his teeth and began to stare at Pooja’s breasts with animal lust.

“You can touch them, if you want,” Pooja said, guiding his left hand to her breasts, even as she continued jerking him.

Arpit squeezed her right breast in his hand, holding on to it as if for dear life. Pooja clenched her lips shut to avoid herself squealing at his painful touch.

Suddenly, Arpit’s penis erupted, without warning, releasing a large amount of semen all over Pooja’s right hand and his own crotch; he clasped Pooja’s breast in an iron-grip as he came. Arpit groaned loudly, some of his semen flying in to Pooja’s hair. Pooja smiled; the semen was warm, voluminous and exceptionally viscous, almost as if it was the boy’s first time with a woman. She wiped Arpit’s semen off her right hand on the insides of her blouse. She then buttoned up her blouse, feeling the cups of the garment now stick to her breasts with Arpit’s sticky semen as a sort of adhesive.

It had been months since she had felt semen on her skin. It felt good – even oddly satisfying in a way.

“Clean your penis well when you come here next time,” Pooja said. “And I will let you put it inside me.”