Madhuri Dixit and Hussain Saheb Sex Story

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She at first rubbed it on her vagina's entry, the trickling warm juice filling in me a new energy. Ultimately she kept my engorged penis at the entrance and let go, as if welcoming me in.

I gave a jerk to my waist and half of my shaft went inside, eliciting a muffled scream like sound from Madhuri's throat. Before I could give it another jerk she herself came swiftly down on it, stammering out incoherent words all the while. This forced my entire length to be buried in her vagina.

She slowly moved up again and put both of her hands on my chest. She slowly bobbed up and down as her moist vaginal walls stretched and gave way for the movement of my penis. It was time for both of us to moan pleasurably. My hands moved automatically to her breasts as if guided by some unseen power. I caught them and handled them as if they were the steering wheels of a Ferrari, as if I could control Madhuri's pace with them. I squeezed them harder and she indeed went faster, her breasts jumping with each stroke. This lasted for about ten minutes but for us it must've been ten aeons of pleasure. As I discharged within her she slept atop me, eyes closed and almost out of breath.

she soon opened her eyes and we were talking to each other via our eyes till she closed one eye and winked. Then she laughed loudly, the characteristic Madhuri smile!

I was soon ready for another hunt, this time she below and me on top, the typical
missionary pose. Her long slender legs dangled partially from the edge of couch. I was in between her legs, while my hands worked on her white breasts, now reddened with my teeth marks. Her hair was spread out on the couch. It so looked like a scene from some erotic epic!

I slowly entered her love temple for Cupid's prayers after a brief but passionate kiss. She was moaning once more now, this time louder, for her position made her pubic muscles tight which in turn tightened her vagina, giving her more sensations.

I was thrusting my shaft in, one of my hands on her waist, rocking it while the other held her left arm. The silken touch of her arm was erotic too! Madhuri ought to be our Indian counterpart of Venus! Her faint smile mixed with occasional moans, for she was accustomed to my pace and rhythm now, made the whole imagery picturesque.

Soon I was pumping her as fast as a person of my age can manage without breaking his back. She was holding on to my hands as she raised her legs to rest them on my shoulders. Both of us were nearing superclimax. I reached over to her back with one hand and lifted her till she was in a position to kiss me. And we kissed, all the while I kept thrusting deep into her hole, exploring. Our tongues met quiveringly and waves of pleasure ran through both of our bodies. We had both climaxed together!

When our long kiss broke she said "You're great Fida, totally unmatchable." I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead in return.

The next day when I woke up it was still raining, the pitter patter sound being the only audible sound besides that of rain. I looked at Madhuri. The naked beauty was still asleep. I smiled while I ran a finger over her back.

Many years have passed since that encounter but our first night of union was something unforgettable. The sight of that morning was the inspiration behind my painting 'Madhuri raj'. Dr. Sriram is one lucky man...

[This is completely a work of fiction. Not to be taken seriously.]