Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2013 12:26:54 +0800 (SGT)
From: kumar lingam <k_lingam_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: My American Dick  Chapter 8

My American Dick By Kumaralingam

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My American Dick  Chapter 8

By Kumaralingam


Dick and I lay panting for some time till we gathered our breath and
senses. I could my hole still fully stretched and opened, my ass lips had
come out and were swollen. He bent down to inspect my battered pussy and as
if by trained reflex, he licked it with his tongue sniffing and kissing my
now very sore cunt. Then I told him I felt like going to the bathroom. He
helped me up and my legs went weak on me. He steadied me and led me to the
loo.

"Poor baby! Have I tired you out? Come, let me wash you clean," He said.

Then like a mother with a child, he took the water-jet and sprayed my ass
clean, showering kisses on my head and face. The cool water relieved me.

"Come to my bedroom," I said, "The bed there is clean."

"I shall after a shower, you go ahead," he replied.

Sun was streaming through the window when I stirred awake. My whole body
ached. I could hear Dick's even breathing behind my head. I squirmed and
stretched my legs. I flexed my shoulders and changed position to face
Dick. He lay naked on top of the sheets on his side facing me. His blond
hairy torso looked so beautiful in the morning sunlight. I lay there just
staring at his body, memorising visually each part in minute detail. He
smelt clean and of shampoo. Not me, alas! I stank of cum and perspiration
both his and mine. The thought made me restless. I was thirsty and I
wondered what the time was. I turned again to pick up my phone from the
side table to see the time.

It was 6:30 my normal waking time. We had gone to sleep at 2:30 or even
later. It was too early to wake him up. I got up quietly and went and had
some water and opened a carton of juice from the mini-bar. The liquid and
the sugar revived me. I went to his bathroom to have a shower. His room
still reeked of our sex. I opened the windows to change the air.

I had a shower and realised my ass was still quite sore from the pounding
it had received the previous night.  I then poured out two glasses of
orange juice and went to see if Dick was up or near waking.

I placed the glasses on his side table and went round to my side.

"Good Morning," he sang out. He was awake and was playing with a hard on.

"Does that monster ever sleep?" I asked.

"Apparently not when you are around it seems," he replied, pulling me to
him.

He nuzzled my neck and put my hand on his hard cock. We kissed softly and
played with each other's cock and balls. I played with his body hair and he
again marvelled at my boobs. He made soft love to them with his tongue and
mouth, masturbating my cock with his hands. I was soon panting and cumming
all over his hairy chest. He rubbed my cock on his hairy nipples and then
straightened up. He gently pushed me down so that my boobs were at the
level of his leaking cock. He then took my cum from his chest and used it
to masturbate his cock on my tits. Within minutes he was pressing his cock
on my chest and cumming all over it. He pulled me up again and kissed me
passionately.

"I could get used to that wake up call," he said.

I purred, like a grateful cat, rubbing his semen on my chest and
nipples. It smelled so fragrant, I could use it like a cologne.

We held hands and drank our juice. He told me that we had done so well in
the business with Mahadevan's company that he had called Chennai last night
and told the office that he was giving me a long weekend off to visit my
family. We need not go back to Chennai that day. He asked whether I wished
to go visit my family or to join him on a weekend trip to Ooty in the
Nilgiri hills? It was Friday morning and we would return to Chennai on
Sunday night.

You can guess what I chose.