Manasvi: First Encounter - Sex Stories

Manasvi: First Encounter

... outlandish, I thought.

The curiosity of newness crept into her eyes again. There was a tingling shininess and a glow on her face. She made me sit on the edge of swing, lowered herself and the forefinger traced a light line on my penis. Already engorged veins were pulsating feverishly. It was a painful hardness but pleasant.

Manasvi sat cross legged and peeked below to stroke the thin strip between anus and my balls. It sent a blast of shock and a droplet showed its face. I was thrilled to discover my own erogenous spot. She sensed my sensations and took her own sweet time to stroke that area. She had no urgency. Just gentle strokes of her finger on my perineum. Frankly I learnt that word next day, to my eternal shame.

Unhurriedly, she started stroking my tightened balls. She caressed, gently pushed and played with them and squeezed them gingerly. Her soft hand was competing with my sensitive skin.

She blew hot air on the tip of my dark red penis, smoothened the love drops and,

"Now I know manmatha. God of love with the capital M. Ahh, Mannnnmatha!"

I opened my eyes and lifted her face to mine to kiss on her forehead. She didn't want to be distracted, however. Cupping my balls in her left hand, Manasvi began to stroke my solid shaft from bottom up. Her nail drew a straight line from perineum to tip of the penis. Sparkles were cracking, nerves tingling feverishly and I was suffused with anticipation.

She circled the base of my penis, stroking the curly ...

... hairs around it; it was as if Manasvi was playing a new musical instrument! A new note was tuned and our sighs were accompanists as she caressed the inner thighs and bums. Her hands were moving deftly like a calm wave gathering more strength from the succeeding wave. I wanted to lift her to my lap but she was unyielding. I was supercharged but it seemed as if she never lost her patient curiosity.

As if out of trance suddenly she indicated to get rid of my T-shirt. I obeyed with some relief. But it was short lived as she gently stroked my chest hairs, biceps and armpit hairs. It was a tortuous excitement. Fascinated by my chest, she tracked every inch and my nipples hardened. It was a new tightening of muscles and proved irresistible for her; suddenly she took them in her pouted lips, one after another and a long moan escaped me. She was blowing one hot kiss after another adding more rigidity to my boner.

My lips were thirsting to taste her but was in no position to resist her as she was all over my chest and abdomen. Lips taking bites and hands playing with my balls. Moving down she started kissing my ramrod. Once again she was moaning, Mmm, mmm, Manmatha. Red hot. Wet lips and precum. Tip of her tongue grazed my entire length. Slick tongue ran from the perineum to the glans, tautening every muscle. Both ends sent intense shock waves through my body. Brain was washed with crazy voluptuous images. They alternated between grey, red, yellow, blue and deep flashes of volcano. I ...