The Monsoon Intruder

I cannot sleep. The heavy Bangalore monsoon rain beats against the windowpane, but inside, there is a desperate burning in my loins, an emptiness begging to be filled. I climb out of bed and pace the bedroom in my thin, almost translucent cotton nightie. I wore it hoping to entice my husband, Karthik, to make love to me. I practically begged him to fuck me. He just muttered that he had a long day of meetings at the tech park, rolled over, and now he lies there loudly snoring.

My husband shows no real interest in sex anymore - at least not with me. Occasionally he will climb on top of me in the dark, stick his penis into my vagina, and quickly deposit his semen. There is no foreplay. He doesn't even kiss me. I need more than that. I need someone to make me feel like a woman again.

I look out the window into the dark compound. It is raining heavily. I am startled to see a man wearing a dark, hooded windcheater standing near the mango tree in our garden. I know I should scream for help but I don't move. The emptiness in my loins draws me to him. One of my fantasies is to be taken by a stranger. Lightning flashes and I get a brief glimpse of his rugged, bearded face. I shudder.

"It's only a fantasy," I tell myself, "It could never really happen. It would be reckless and dangerous."

Lightning flashes again across the Bangalore sky. He is looking up at me. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive. Moisture gathers in the crevice between my legs. My nipples feel like they are going to burst against the thin cotton of my nightie. I slide a hand under the short hem of my gown to touch myself. I know it's crazy but I am going to masturbate while looking down at this man I don't know.

I turn my head to make sure Karthik is fast asleep. When I look back into the yard, the stranger is gone. I feel deeply disappointed and cheated. I rub my swollen sex. It feels good, but it's not the same without the stranger there in the rain to watch. I know that I am being silly and pull my hand out from between my wet legs.

I go downstairs to the kitchen to make sure the heavy teakwood back door is secure. I look out the kitchen window into the dark utility area. Part of me hopes he is still out there, but the stranger is nowhere to be seen.

I nervously open the back door just a crack to make sure he is completely gone from the compound. Suddenly, he steps out of the shadows near the washing area and stands directly in front of me.

He is a big man - tall with broad, imposing shoulders. I know I should slam the door shut, lock the grill, and scream for my husband. I don't. My heart is racing wildly. Excitement seeps from my body, mixing with the humid monsoon air. My swollen nipples burn with raw desire. I no longer care how dangerous he might be. I want this man to take me, to fill me, to fuck me until I beg him to stop.

I move back from the door, practically inviting him to enter our home. He steps inside the kitchen. Rainwater drips heavily from his dark windcheater onto the cool tiled floor. My heart pounds in my chest with a dizzying mixture of fear and excitement. He reaches up to touch my face. His rough fingers brush across my cheek. Despite the cold rain clinging to him, his touch burns into my flushed flesh.

My breathing is incredibly heavy. My breasts are heaving from the exhilaration I feel. His fingers trace along the line of my jaw. In the darkness, lit only by the streetlamp filtering through the window, I can almost feel his dark eyes boring into me, telling me of his carnal desires. His huge, calloused hand moves down to my neck and then to the deep neckline of my cotton nightie. His fingers graze the sweaty valley between my breasts.

I am trembling - not with fear, but with an overwhelming need. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for his touch. His hand moves inside my nightie and cups my breast as if weighing its fullness. His rough thumb brushes over the hardened bud poking out from my areola. I moan softly into the quiet, rain-filled night.

Using both hands, the stranger slowly pulls the damp nightie up my body. I raise my arms over my head and willingly let him remove it entirely. Lightning flashes through the kitchen window, exposing my naked, brown body to his intense gaze. He presses a firm hand between my legs. His fingers slide across the slick, moist petals of my womanhood. An audible gasp escapes my throat.

The stranger slides a large, thick finger into my moist hole, stretching me open. I spread my thighs wider and tilt my hips forward, hungry for friction. He pushes a second finger deep inside me. My mind is utterly unable to form complete thoughts. I am only aware of the rhythm of his fingers stroking me, filling me, plunging into the very depths of my desire. His other hand violently squeezes the soft tissue of my breast and tortures my burning, sensitive nipple.

His thumb finds the tiny, hyper-sensitive button at the top of my opening. It is already swollen and aching with excitement. I try to contain the intense pleasure coursing through my loins, but it is impossible. I squirm uncontrollably against his rough hand. My breathing becomes erratic and shallow. A series of spasms grip my insides. I let out an audible squeal. My body quivers violently from the momentary release.

His fingers boldly continue to move inside me. I grab his thick forearm for support as my knees weaken. Another intense series of spasms sends me spinning into a storm of orgasmic bliss. My legs get completely wobbly. I am shaking uncontrollably. The pleasure is just too much to bear standing up. In an act of desperation, I squeeze my thighs together and try to push his hand away. He firmly holds onto my waist to keep me from collapsing onto the tiles.

The stranger guides me across the kitchen to the solid teakwood dining table and sits my naked body in one of the chairs. I am still trembling fiercely with excitement and the aftershocks of my climax. He shrugs off his wet windcheater and lets it fall to the floor in a soaked heap. He steps directly in front of my parted legs. I look up, trying to make out his features in the darkness of the night.

A brilliant bolt of lightning illuminates the kitchen. The stranger is wearing a fitted black t-shirt molded tightly to his powerful, muscular arms and broad torso. He pulls it over his head and lets it drop. My eyes travel greedily down his hairy, masculine chest. Another flash from the storm reveals the unmistakable outline of his firm manhood bulging prominently out from the front of his wet denim jeans. I slowly raise my trembling hand and trace my fingertips along the thick length of his shaft right through the coarse fabric.

My nameless lover quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls down his metal zipper. Using both my hands, I tug aggressively on his damp jeans and yank them down his muscular thighs.

Another flash from the raging monsoon storm illuminates his fully erect member, straining furiously to rip through a pair of tight cotton briefs. I hook my eager fingers into the elastic waistband and pull them down, entirely freeing his massive, thick hardness from its prison.

I can barely make out the dark shadow of his manhood swaying heavily, only inches from my face. A series of lightning strikes hit close enough to shake the walls of the house. The naked, dusky flesh of his rock-hard penis comes to life in the strobe-like flashes. My body trembles instinctively at the sheer sight of his throbbing, heavy member.

I lean forward and slowly swirl my wet tongue over the tight, smooth skin of his broad crown, tracing it meticulously along the pronounced ridge leading down to his thick shaft. Slowly, deliberately, I explore every single inch of his hard flesh with my warm lips and tongue, kissing my way down the impressive length to his heavy testicles. I take each one gently into my mouth before moving back up and sliding my parted lips completely over his swollen, pre-cum leaking tip.

It has been much too long since I have passionately pleasured a man this way. I realize just how much I have desperately missed the feel of thick, hard flesh sliding smoothly through my lips and throbbing eagerly against my tongue. I take him deep into the back of my mouth, thoroughly savoring the distinct, salty flavor of his raw manhood. It feels so incredibly alive and bursting with sexual energy. My nipples are stiff with excitement. My pussy seeps heavily with renewed desire.

The long-dormant skills for pleasuring a man with my mouth quickly return to me. I move my lips vigorously up and down, expertly massaging the thick ridges and prominent veins of his bulging flesh with my tongue. I wrap my fingers tightly around the thick base and stroke him in perfect, seamless synchronization with my lips. He puts his strong, heavy hands on the back of my head and rocks his hips back and forth, pushing forcefully in and out of my mouth to match my eager movements.

The intense tingling between my legs can no longer be ignored. I slide a wet finger along my slick, open folds and easily find the swollen button pushing eagerly out from its little hood.

A soft, desperate moan is muffled heavily by the massive cock stuffed deep inside my cheeks. I move my lips up and down his impressive length faster and faster. My moans become noticeably louder and much more desperate. The pressure building in my loins continues to skyrocket. Suddenly, it releases with a massive burst of pleasure.

"NNNNNNGGGGGMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH..."

He falls slightly from my mouth as my body jerks. My pussy clenches furiously in a rapid series of intense spasms. Spit drools from my swollen lips and dribbles messily down my chin. I gasp and cough, squeezing my trembling thighs tightly together to contain the sheer force of the explosion. I quickly catch my breath and eagerly take him back between my lips. I want to entirely devour his hard flesh and suck the very essence from his powerful body. I want to feel his thick ejaculate fill my mouth and savor the metallic, raw taste of his unbridled passion.

My lips move frantically, faster and faster. I pump his thick base relentlessly with my hand. My tongue swirls hungrily around the tight, stretched skin of his bulging crown. My fingers reach down and gently massage his heavy testicles. I feel them suddenly tighten and draw up.

He swells even larger between my stretching lips. His fingers tighten their brutal grip on my head. He thrusts violently deep into my mouth and lets out a deep, guttural grunt. His thick, creamy essence explodes violently across my tongue and splashes forcefully against the very opening of my throat.

I feel his thick cock pulse again and again, continuously filling my mouth with spurt after heavy spurt of scalding hot ejaculate. I wrap my lips as tightly as I can around his flesh and aggressively suck the last few thick vestiges of semen from his spent, but still hard, member. I don't want to let him go. His warm, sticky seed is pooled deep in the back of my mouth. I swirl it around greedily with my tongue and boldly savor the taste. I have completely become his shameless whore, his wanton slut.

He slowly pulls out. I swallow every last drop loudly. The stranger effortlessly lifts me from the wooden chair like a mere feather and lays my naked back flat onto the hard dining table. He pushes my knees far back towards my chest and spreads my legs wide open. His warm lips immediately tease the sensitive insides of both my thighs.

He blows gently onto my slick, moist folds, sending a violent shiver cascading through my entire body. His tongue suddenly reaches out and expertly flicks over my hard, ultra-sensitive little bud, and then plunges deeply into my steamy, dripping passage.

"Oh god... yes," I moan loudly into the echoing kitchen.

He clamps his strong lips firmly around my quivering plum and continues to mercilessly pleasure me with his relentless tongue. I squirm wildly on the hard table and push my hips aggressively against his wet mouth. My hands frantically find the back of his head and try to pull his face even deeper into my slick core. My moans become piercing and desperate. My thighs begin to shake uncontrollably. My toes curl in pure ecstasy. The intense pressure coiling in my belly becomes absolutely unbearable. It releases in a violent, earth-shattering orgasm.

I buck and jerk violently against his devouring mouth. Powerful ripples of pure pleasure grip my insides in an overwhelming wave of bliss. My high-pitched shrieks and squeals fill the heavy monsoon air. His tongue greedily laps up the copious amounts of slick juices pouring out from my pulsing opening.

I move my trembling hands from his dark hair to my own heaving breasts. My fingers harshly pinch my burning, stiff nipples. I arch my lower back entirely off the table and forcefully grit my teeth. Yet another intense wave of spasms forcefully grips my clenching pussy.

His expert tongue moves directly back to my clit, fluttering rapidly across it like the frantic wings of a hummingbird. Simultaneously, two thick fingers plunge ruthlessly into my quivering, slick chamber. It feels as if my very insides are going to burst outward from the violent explosions of pleasure continuously gushing out from between my spread legs. I hear a raw, animalistic scream and slowly realize that it has come entirely from my own gaping mouth. My breasts heave rapidly up and down as I desperately gasp for oxygen in the humid air.

My body is still shaking with aftershocks when he finally pulls his wet face away. He kicks off his damp shoes entirely until he is standing tall in front of me, completely and utterly naked. Bolts of heavy lightning reveal a stunning body that looks carved like an ancient temple sculpture. His over-sized, thick member juts out aggressively from a dense mass of dark pubic hair.

I can clearly see it throbbing with angry life. The stranger forcefully pulls me towards him until my bare ass is hanging precariously over the sharp edge of the teakwood table. He pushes my legs all the way back towards my shoulders, exposing me completely, and smoothly guides the wide, swollen tip of his huge shaft right between my dripping folds. I feel his bulging, hard knob pressing right at my tight entrance and know with certainty I am about to get what I have so desperately, so hungrily craved.

"Fuck me," I hear myself beg, using dirty words I haven't dared say to a man in years.

His powerful hips leap aggressively forward, brutally driving his hard, thick meat incredibly deep into my waiting body. He forcefully plunges back into me again, mercilessly stretching my tight, neglected passage to fully accommodate his massive size. He continues to relentlessly plow into me, filling me so completely, like no man has ever managed to fill me before. Every single nerve ending in my body can intensely feel his hard, bruising, almost violently passionate thrusts.

My head jerks violently backwards against the wood each and every time he forcefully slams his hips into me. He wraps his large, rough hands securely around my thighs to keep my sweating body from sliding completely away from his assault. I grab the sharp sides of the wooden tabletop in an absolute death grip in a futile attempt to maintain my bearings, but it is a thoroughly losing cause. I feel exactly like I am being wonderfully, brutally torn apart from the inside by the non-stop, intense explosions ripping through the very walls of my pussy.

"God yes... fuck me... FUCK ME..."

My loud, shameless screams of absolute pleasure slowly turn into pathetic whimpers of sheer physical exhaustion. He finally stops moving his hips. His huge, rock-hard cock is still buried as deep as it can go inside my core. The slick walls of my vagina twitch and flutter rhythmically against him as the violent convulsions slowly begin to subside. The dark stranger easily pulls my limp body up into a sitting position and kisses me punishingly hard on the lips. He effortlessly lifts my entire body straight into the air and firmly cups the fleshy cheeks of my ass. I throw my arms desperately around his broad neck.

He holds my weight effortlessly, like a feather, with his thick cock still buried perfectly deep inside my suspended body. I pull myself up his slick length and plunge violently down, happily impaling my wet pussy directly onto his huge, unyielding shaft. I do it again with force, and then again, and again, and again. He expertly guides my frantic movements with his large hands and aggressively thrusts up hard into my core each time I come crashing heavily down onto him.

"Oh god... yes... more... fuck me..."

He staggers heavily across the dark kitchen with me completely impaled on his stiff, throbbing shaft. We loudly knock over a wooden dining chair in our path. I desperately hold on tightly to his broad shoulders and confidently ride him like the absolute whore I have so willingly become tonight. He forcefully slams my bare back right against the cold plaster wall and fucks me incredibly hard, violently jerking my head upward on each incredibly powerful, deep thrust. My heels dig sharply into the firm, muscular cheeks of his ass. My fingernails aggressively claw at the skin of his wide back. I sink my teeth deeply into the thin, salty skin of his neck. I simply can't get enough of his rough power.

He pulls my sweaty body away from the wall and staggers forcefully through the open kitchen door right out onto the covered utility porch. I desperately cling to his wet body as I continue to pull myself up and slam heavily down onto his rock-hard cock, driving it incredibly deep into the depths of my pussy. He steps straight off the edge of the porch into the dark compound. Heavy monsoon rain instantly hammers down on our naked, heated bodies. A brilliant bolt of lightning flashes dangerously close over the neighborhood, but I absolutely do not care. All I want in this world is to get ruthlessly fucked by this powerful stranger.

He slowly lowers me all the way down to the soaked, muddy grass of the garden with his cock still buried impossibly deep between my slick legs. I pull my knees tightly up to my shoulders and feel him violently driving straight downward into my wildly twitching pussy. He fucks me so hard and so deep. Explosion after intense explosion relentlessly shakes me to my very core. My fingernails desperately claw deep into his wet, muddy back. My continuous, throaty screams of pure pleasure are completely drowned out by the pounding rain and the deafeningly loud, crashing thunder.

The stranger roughly rolls my limp body over until I am pressed face down straight into the soaked, muddy ground of the garden. He forcefully lifts my bare ass high into the chilly air and aggressively rams his thick cock deep into my slick pussy from behind. He slams brutally into me, hard and fast, literally driving my body slowly across the puddled lawn and through the soaked grass with the sheer force of each powerful, deep thrust. My hand reaches quickly under my own body. I frantically find my swollen clit.

"OH FUCK... OH FUCK... I'M CUMMING..."

More violent explosions fiercely grip my pussy. The stranger relentlessly continues to drive his hard cock straight between my muddy cheeks and impossibly deep into my quivering, drenched chamber. I aggressively push back against his hips, desperately trying to pull his thickness even further into my very womb. My fingers fly frantically across my slick clit. One massive orgasm after the next crashes ruthlessly through my utterly exhausted, rain-soaked body until my loud screams slowly turn into pathetic, broken whimpers. I am barely conscious, totally spent, when I suddenly feel him begin to swell massively deep inside me.

I hear his deep, primeval grunt ring out over the rain and instantly feel a brand new, intense warmth begin to spread rapidly through my belly as he violently pumps his thick semen deep into my body. I squirm desperately against his forcefully spewing member. My pussy instinctively clenches around his deeply thrusting cock, desperately trying to aggressively squeeze out every single thick drop of his hot ejaculate into my completely hungry passage. It honestly seems to go on forever. My exhausted body violently shudders with one final, massive spasm when he is finally, completely finished.

The stranger stays fully inside me. I intimately feel his heavy, muscular weight pressing me securely down into the soaked, muddy grass. The monsoon rain comes down even harder, completely drenching our exhausted, naked bodies. My slick pussy continues to twitch involuntarily against his spent, softening member in a rapid series of intense, post-orgasmic spasms. I continue to slowly, lazily squirm my hips against his cock, desperately trying to keep this incredibly primal moment alive for as long as I possibly can.

He finally pulls out of my wet core and stands tall over me. I slowly roll over onto my muddy back and look directly up at him through the pouring rain. The next brilliant flash of lightning shows him staring intensely down at my completely naked, mud-streaked body with a deeply confident, arrogant smile of conquest plastered on his rugged face. He gives me a slow nod and then immediately turns towards the dark house. I watch the incredibly powerful, tight cheeks of his buttocks flex rhythmically as he calmly walks away - the exact same cheeks that were the driving force behind his impossibly deep thrusts into my body. I shudder violently.

I lazily continue to lay there in the garden, just letting the heavy Bangalore rain pound down relentlessly on my skin. I distinctly feel his warm essence slowly, thickly seeping out from between my parted legs and suddenly realize that he might very well have impregnated me. I haven't been on any birth control pills for over a year. I was genuinely hoping to start a family, but my husband Karthik fucks me so incredibly rarely that it just hasn't happened. It really should bother me that an absolute stranger might be the father of my baby, but honestly, it doesn't. A dark, twisted part of me deeply hopes I am pregnant.

I watch his dark silhouette enter the kitchen. I finally manage to get up from the soaked grass and stagger awkwardly on incredibly wobbly legs towards the back door. The stranger, now fully dressed in his jeans and windcheater, meets me right on the utility porch. He aggressively grabs my naked, wet body and kisses me punishingly hard on the lips one last time. He finally lets me go. The stranger doesn't say a single word to me as he turns and simply disappears around the dark corner of the compound. I genuinely wonder if I will ever see him again.

I walk inside, find my discarded cotton nightie on the floor, and pull it back over my wet head. I instantly notice his cotton briefs sitting abandoned on the teakwood kitchen table. I lift them directly to my nose and smell a pungent, incredibly strong fragrance of his semen and my own pussy juices. He must have quickly used them to wipe his cock clean. I shamelessly slide a hand right under my damp nightie and rub my sensitive, throbbing pussy while deeply inhaling the scent of his sex-stained briefs. I feel like such a dirty, wonderful slut.

I finally return upstairs to the bedroom and carefully hide the soiled briefs deep in my wooden dresser. My husband is still loudly snoring. I climb into the dry bed next to him and slowly drift off into a deep sleep with a thoroughly satisfied smile plastered on my face.