Adultery Worship: But Not The Planned One by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Srikant was out of breath as he felt his cock explode into the woman under him. He was so, so grateful to her that he started to call out to her, "Shobha Mami!" he gasped. "Mami, mami!" his voice rose.


Shobha had no way to control his bellowing as he orgasmed than to cover his mouth with hers and she kissed him for the first time. His first kiss. At the height of an orgasm. He rasped breathlessly into her mouth and bit at her lips and tongue. He face smothered her face as his lips escaped her lips. He kissed her as he continued to spurt into her and as his body kept jerking into her, his cock thrusting with a life of its own.

His cheek touched her cheek and he whispered into her ear, "Mami!" he sobbed. And then again louder "Mami!"

"Shh!" she admonished him, stroking his body, trying to calm his stormy orgasm.

But his calling only rose in crescendo. As Shobha raised her hand to cover his mouth a passing procession's loud drumbeats joined his crescendo.

"Scream NOW!" she ordered him, raising her heels to beat his buttocks so he that he finished emptying. And scream he did. "Mami!" he wailed in gratitude as he emptied out into her.

Shobha felt her breasts throbbing, her nipples pounding with blood. If her goal had been to satiate herself back to sanity, she was far from there. She had neither worshipped the god she came to worship nor did she feel consummated. She ached to cum herself and her body asked to be caressed, licked, sucked, mauled and pounded. Her every cell seemed to be screaming for release and needed for orgasms to be pounded out of each cell.

Srikant slumped on Shobha mami. The sounds of the marriage procession receded in the same manner as his orgasm did. But he stayed inside Shobha for long moments. He noticed his cock had not shrunk and still felt large beyond anything in his past. When he masturbated it often lost its fullness reasonably quickly, even if not instantly.

Now it remained large, throbbing and quivering in its new lair.

Srikant, unknown to Shobha yet, had only begun. He wanted mami's breasts. It was something that was the center of his fantasy world and he was not about to leave the unattended.

After the long moments of quiet had gone a bit too far, Shobha slapped him gently on his hip to get him moving. They were lucky to have been undetected and now she would have to get a move on, satiated or not.

Srikant did move but it was just enough to raise his head and body off her torso but without withdrawing from her. He took advantage of his unrelenting erection and stayed within, pulling back as much as needed to create space between them but not so much as to leave her. It was as squelchy mess but he could feel more of himself and more her pussy around his cock. He liked this.

He nuzzled at the panels of the blouse and the bra within to move them aside. She stroked his head as he did so and he discovered her nipples, standing erect from the want of attention.

She involuntarily thrust her breasts at him as his lips closed over the mound. He pulled at the nipple and tried to suck in as much of her breast as he could. She held his head with one hand and her breast with the other feeding him as she would feed a child.

He pulled at the nipple, milking her with his lips and she felt as if milk might really spurt into his mouth. She moaned. "Hey!" she called out imploringly, beseechingly, and lovingly. "Not here, not now!" she moaned unconvincingly.

A young lover rarely listens to works of caution or restraint, she discovered. He repeated the full sequence of actions. HE took in her nipple, sucked in the flesh of her breast and milked the nipple letting it out with a soft plop.

She shivered. "Hey!" she called him again. It was as loving and beseeching as the first time. She sounded as if she was in love with this young man from her neighborhood. But it was also a fact that she did not know his name. She just knew him to be the strapping, geeky youth from two doors down the street.

"Not now da!" she implored, continuing to stroked the back of his head and continuing to feed her flesh into his mouth.

How she wished she were lactating! The way he was sucking on her he seemed desperate to feed and she was all too willing.

As the nipple soaked with saliva it became slithery and Srikant preferred the taste, smell and texture of Shobha mami's flesh in the original. He had tasted her saliva and it had seemed scented. He had now tasted her sweat from her breasts and it seemed sweet. His own saliva was a rude interruption.