Chapter 208

Robin then pulled the pussy coated cucumber out of Cindy's pussy; she dropped to her knees and buried her face into her waiting snatch. With cucumber in hand, Robin slid it up her body and across Cindy's tits, covering them in her own pussy juice. She then slid it further up and into Cindy's mouth. Robin sat there, on her knees, eating her employee and fucking her face with a veggie.

Cindy was starting to climax and she couldn't say anything. Her mouth was full; she was licking her own juices off the veggie cock and giving it a super blow job. She grabbed Robin's head and pulled her into her pussy hard as she felt her body convulsing.

Robin was buried as deep as she could be when she felt Cindy start to let go. Robin managed to change her angle just right and at just the right time to make Cindy gush and start squirting her juices into Robin's waiting mouth. Robin felt her own climax start.

Cindy was trying to swallow the green monster while she lost all control from the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.

Robin finally stood and kissed Cindy, full on the lips and received a mouth full of her own juices combined with Robin' saliva. They both were moaning as the kiss turned from red hot to white hot with passion.

When the two hot and horny women finally stopped to catch their breaths, they heard the stock boy outside the door. Robin was ready for this tryst to be her turn... and it was about to be... and then some.

Story 8

I had just turned nineteen. Unlike the west most guys in my country, India, were still virgins at that age, making the best use of their hands. But that did not stop them from fantasizing. I was like any other guy.

The Mehta's had moved into our apartment recently. Their's was a small family husband, wife and their six year old kid. Mr. Mehta ran some business and was always traveling. Mrs. Mehta was a friendly lady she must have been about 34 or 35 at the most, but most of the times she kept to herself. She had a lovely figure rather curvaceous with huge assets which were imprisoned inside her blouse as she wore only traditional wear. She had beautiful eyes. She would always smile and ask me how I was doing?

whenever she would see me. And I always used to help her carry her groceries up the three flights to her house.

I used to go up to the terrace everyday to work out as there was no gym near my place. I used to work up a nice sweat and come back home only after a few hours of exercise. Now our terrace was common for all the residents of the building, but not everyone would come up, except for certain gatherings or to dry their clothes, which gave me all the liberty. I would work out in my shorts without anything to cover my upper body. Once a while Mrs. Mehta had walked up to the terrace to collect the clothes she had set to dry and every time she gave me a smile and I had this feeling, her eyes strayed all over me especially my crotch. Again maybe it was just the mind of a perverted nineteen year old working overtime.

Once in a while I was bored to work out, so I would light up a smoke but, making sure no one would ever find out.

It was one of those days when I was relishing on my smoke without a care in the world when I heard someone behind me. I turned and saw Mrs. Mehta standing and staring at me. Now a nineteen year old smoking in the west is no big deal but in India that sure is taboo. I froze looking at Mrs. Mehta and quickly stubbed out my cigarette. She left without a word. I was scared shitless for she knew my mom and if she were to tell her, I was in deep shit. The next two days I did not go to the terrace for the fear of passing Mrs. Mehta's house.

I was coming back from my friend's house when I bumped into Mrs. Mehta. She just looked at me and straight away asked me what would happen if she told my mom I smoked? I turned pale and begged her not to, I even promised her I would never smoke again. She gave me a stern look and asked me to come see her after a while. I had but no choice and I agreed. As I took the staircase to go up to her house my heart was pounding hard. I had no clue as to how to convince her.

I rang her doorbell. She opened the door and ordered me in. She asked me to sit down on her couch. I did as she asked me. She then asked me how long I have been smoking? I told her I just started as all my friends from college smoked. She smiled, which got me confused. She then told me she won't tell my mom if I helped her exercise as she was putting on weight and she can't go to a gym as her hubby doesn't like the idea. I gladly accepted. We decided that we would work out together starting Saturday as her hubby was supposed to go on a business trip for a few days.

When I rang the bell on Mrs. Mehta's door she opened it up and I could see she was ready for her lessons dressed in a track pant and a t-shirt. We started out with some warming up exercise. And then we started skipping rope taking turns. Now friends I had no intentions in mind but, when I saw her skipping rope and her breasts juggling in front of me, it almost gave me a hard on. Mrs. Mehta was running up a sweat, so I asked her to stop and take a few seconds off. I started doing a few push ups and my sweat shirt was making it difficult for me to do it right. Mrs. Mehta noticed it and asked me to feel free to take it off and work out. I pulled off my sweatshirt and Mrs. Mehta noticed my lean physique for the first time. We worked out for an hour together that day and I left promising her that I would be there, same time the next day.

I entered Mrs. Mehta's house the same time the next day and again she was wearing track pants and a t-shirt all ready for our work out session. I was wearing my shorts and a long sweat shirt, as my maid had dumped both my tracks in the washing machine.

I finished jumping rope and handed her the skipping rope. She started jumping rope, but there was something different today. I could see her breasts were jumping more freely and that's when I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra today. My cock was at a complete attention. I did not know how to react, I tried not to look at her and concentrate on something else but, it was the most difficult thing to do. Mrs. Mehta was sweating now and I could clearly see her breasts as the t-shirt was clinging on to her skin. I asked her to stop but she insisted that she wanted to do it a little longer. I just had to agree.

She was sweating profusely now and I was having the worst case of blue balls. We decided that we could start with some stretch exercises for her. I asked her to sit on the floor and stretch her legs in front of her and to try and touch her toes with her hands without bending her knees. Big mistake. As she stretched herself to touch her toes, I could see her breasts through the neck opening of her t-shirt which fell low. I could almost see all of her breasts, as I was holding her legs down. I tried to look away but, the nineteen year old in me would not listen and every given chance would sneak a look. Mrs. Mehta then asked me to do my push ups and I started off. She then asked me to take my t-shirt off and do it so I would be more comfortable. I wasn't sure I wanted to take it off today, it was what was covering my hard on. Mrs. Mehta insisted that I do and asked me not to be shy, I had no choice. I was only hoping it wouldn't be visible. I started doing my push ups and soon I started sweating. She wanted to try doing the push ups too.