Adultery Uncle Shom And Sunita Find Time by misterwho

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Story :- Uncle Shom And Sunita Find Time

Written by misterwho

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Returning to Delhi


The flight circled Delhi as it was readying to land. Sunita looked down at the city spread out below. Somewhere down there was the house which she was going to, that of her friend Deepa. Sunita had got up at the crack of dawn to catch this flight so she could finish her work and return by end of day to home, husband and kids.

She yawned as she felt the tiredness from her early morning wake up. And she also felt a little dizzy at the thought of coming face to face with Shom Uncle, Deepa's father. Uncle, who had seen her grow up over the years, and who, in a moment of sympathy she had chosen to relieve of the sexual tension building up in his loins. She had masturbated him to help him with the release. The very next day the pleasuring session quickly changed into a mutual pleasuring with Uncle Shom using his years of experience and his overcharged libido to take his daughter's friend to new heights of pleasure.

Sunita felt the tingle in her body as she fought with the confusing feelings rushing through her. On the one hand was the amazingly powerful sexuality of that man. His penis was broad like a blunt club. His hands were strong and his body was sinewy. The lack of sag belied his age. All those memories of her small hand holding the largeness, of his largeness plundering open her cunt as she slid down on him, of her futile resistance giving way to wild abandon; all those memories made her rub her thighs together. Her hand wandered lazily to her crotch as she gave it a casual rub.

On the other hand was the illicitness of it all. She had known him to be sexually active and had found him masturbating. The sympathy for his loneliness over auntie's death had led to an unexpected unleashing of sexuality. But he was her friend's father, who had seen her grow over the years. And she was married with two children. He was not supposed to display such lust and she was not supposed to look at a father figure in a sexual way. He was supposed to past that age of acceptable sexual activity and she was, for heaven's sake, married.

And then there was Deepa. Her dear friend Deepa. Who had chanced upon the young woman and the elderly man while Sunita was riding his rampant erection. She had seen the animal coupling, and she had taken note of her father's need and fulfillment from that encounter and of Sunita's eyes which told Deepa she was doing this for Deepa. Deepa had chosen to remain quiet and Sunita took that to mean that it was okay, given the circumstances.

Her body raged with lust at the thought of Uncle's animal vigor in fucking her. She dozed off to sleep, allowing her juices to flow at the thought of how her ass had thumped on his thighs as she rode him to their mutual ecstasy.....

At home

Sunita spent the first hour or so of her arrival with Deepa downstairs in the house. Uncle Shom had his room and living space upstairs and he had not come down. While Sunita was getting washed up and changed, Deepa had gone up and served her father his tea which he usually took while relaxing on his lounging chair in the upstairs hall.

"So how is baba?" asked Sunita.

"Oh, he is coping well. Your presence last time around this house helped us overcome a lot of things," replied Deepa, not making any direct reference to the sight she had encountered. She had heard her father sobbing with relief to Sunita as Sunita milked him dry and allowed him to feed on her breasts.

The gardener walked in just then, "Memsaab, come and look at the pots I have prepared."

Deepa got up and gestured up the stairs, "Go look him up. I am sure he will be comforted to see you," she said as she walked away, leaving Sunita to wonder on how far that remark was meant to go.

Sunita looked up the stairs. She felt warmth spreading through her breasts as she thought of the manly Uncle Shom waiting up there. Deepa's remarks and gesture of walking out into the gardens suggested that all this was perfectly acceptable to her. There was innuendo, suggestion, sanction, complicity and gratitude, all at once in Deepa's gesture and words.

And up those stairs was the man whose grip on her buttocks the last time, whose probing up and deep into her womb, and god knows what else in the art of seduction awaited her. Who had seduced whom? She wondered. Surely she had made the first move, but it was he who took as far as it went. Her mind raced over the period she had been with her husband between these two trips. Her body had ached for the hard hands gripping her buttocks and shoulder. She had longed for her nipples to be suckled while being fucked. She remembered with longing the strong thighs on which she sat between bouts of frenzied fucking. The insipidness of her encounters with her unskilled husband stood in stark contrast to the wetness just thinking of this man brought upon her.

And as she climbed the stairs any doubts or conflicts between lust and illegitimacy vanished. As usual, he had his back to the stairs and she tip-toed up to him and covered his eyes with her hands and asked him to guess who it was.

Shom Uncle felt the hands and could immediately make out they belonged to a woman. Sunita shivered as she felt his touch. He held her hand and pulled her around to where he could see who it was. The smile on his face softened when he saw it was Sunita, and a spasm of sadness appeared to register on his face.

"Oh Sunita Beti? Tum? Kab ayi?," he asked. (Oh Sunita Beti (for daughter). You? When did you come?

"Mai to thodi der se yahin hoon, bas aap mujhe dekhne nahi aye!" replied Sunita complainingly. (I have been here awhile, it is you who didn't come to see me).

"After last time I have been wondering how to face you at all," he whispered.

Sunita moved the empty tea cup from the side table next to his lounging chair and sat down on the table next to him.

"Kyon?" she asked him with a sparkle in her eyes. (Why?) "Whatever happened was with the consent of both of us, no?" she asked. "And it was I who started it and you know why. You were just too lonely."

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"That was true of the first day. But what happened on the second day and the way I forced myself upon you was inexcusable," said Shom Uncle. "At least, you had only touched me and we were more or less clothed and it happened in the heat of the moment. The next morning was very deliberate and you even asked me not to go so far. I should have behaved with you the way Shom Uncle should have behaved with his Sunita Beti," he finished sadly, putting his hand over his face.

"Oh, uncle!" sighed Sunita as she took his hand and kissed it and held it to her face. She was staring at the floor wondering if the visions of being possessed by the beast in Uncle Shom were going to evaporate. As she lavished attention on the hand and caressed the arm she could not help turning a bit and looking down his body to his dhoti. And there it was, evidence of her effect on him. His cock had unfurled and was twitching and rising by the second in response to her contact. She turned and looked up at Uncle Shom smiling with kind eyes and with a sparkle. She was somewhere between feelings for his predicament and her own need, which stood unleashed by their previous sexual encounter.

Shom stared back at Sunita. This girl who grew up before his eyes was now a full-blooded woman and had found him a new outlet for his sexual energy. He could not come to terms with that. Sunita stared back at him, her eyes boring deep into him and her hands wandered down his chest, to his firm stomach and on below. She encountered the wisps of hair on his abdomen and tugged at them idly and slipped under his dhoti to try find his cock.

Her hand closed around the pillar of hard throbbing flesh. She smiled a sweet smile as if to say to him that it was okay, she was there to take care of him. She stayed sitting on the stool and turned her head to look down at him and see her own hand sliding up and down the cock. She enjoyed that sight of her small hand, his thick cock and the slow flow of precum coating her fingers as she stroked him. "Perhaps," she thought to herself, "I will stay with this satisfaction if he is not comfortable with more."

She was brought out of her mesmerized stated by the sound of a stifled sob. She was startled and looked up and saw Shom Uncle with his head thrown back and tears were running down his cheeks.

"Uncle!" Sunita cried out. She stood up and held his head in her bosom. She kissed him on the top of his head, on his forehead and slowly slid down to sit on him. She rocked him to and fro, "Sssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she soothed him. Sobs wracked Shom Uncle's body. Sunita pressed her breasts to his face, rubbing them against his nose and his lips, wanting him to take the bait, to lip her, to suck at her, to want her.

He moaned and sobbed, wiping his tears on her blouse.

"What is the matter?" she asked soothingly.

"I need you and its wrong!" he wept.

"Nothing is wrong!" she chided him. "We need each other."

"Is this wrong?" she asked him, her hand returning to his cock and she gripped it hard.

"Does this feel wrong?" she asked, sliding her hand up and down over the silky smooth skin. He shook his head to say no.

"Then – how – can – this – be – wrong?" she asked, with each word, working her fist down the shaft.

His hands came around her back and he pulled her shoulder to raise her off himself. "You are my daughter's friend, like my daughter."

She tightened her grip on his cock as she fist-fucked him. "I am a woman who desires a man," she replied.

He twisted his hips to get away from her but her hand would not let go. The movements he made only served to send more waves of pleasure through him as her hand changed its orientation.

He brought his leg up and placed it on her thigh and pushed back. His dhoti fell back and as he did this and the lower part of him was fully exposed to her. She maintained her grip, following the cock through the twists and turns of his body. She pumped his cock in each position his body took following him. Suddenly they overbalanced and he fell back on the floor, she on top of him.

He pushed himself away from her on the floor too. She was kneeling and crawled in his direction never allowing him to escape her pumping fist. He backed up into the wall below the window and he could move away no more. He was lying on the floor his dhoti in disarray and his huntress was prone over him, his cock in her unrelenting fist.

He gasped and shuddered as the different positions made her hand sometimes stroke him from below, sometimes from top and sometimes so hard that it bordered on pain.

She fucked his cock with her fist now hard, since he was against the wall. His hands gripped her wrist trying to stop her. She was determined to overcome his resistance. She moved over him, her torso on top of his face and chest, her head towards his legs. She placed one hand on the floor next to his hips for support and leaning over his thus, she continued her fucking of his cock with her fist.

Her knees gently pinned down his strong arms and her entire weight was on them to prevent them from reaching for her again.

Shom's cock was pulsating wildly. Juices had flowed and Sunita had used them as lubricant to keep the pumping going at a furious pace. He was conscious of her being tantalizingly poised. Just above his face was her soft tummy and the breasts above that. Her mangalsutra, the symbol of her marriage which he had attended, swung from her neck as she rocked to the rhythm of her fist.

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His hands reached for her thighs to see if he could dislodge her, but the tautly stretched leg muscles ended up seducing his hands. Through her saree he caressed the woman's strong thighs. He reached up to grab her ass and try pull her down, but his fingers detected the edge of her panties. There was no way he could stop her or do anything with her.


She was doing all the doing.

Her hand on which she was leaning ached and she switched hands. She put her hand now on the window sill above them for support. She pressed her hips forward and her crotch pressed against the top of his head providing her some relief.

She ground herself down as much as she could and continued with the frenzied pumping of his cock. Her thumb swept over the glans causing him to shudder incessantly. Her lower lip, the symbol of her unbridled lust, was hanging open and wet. Saliva was pooling in mouth which was poised over his cockhead, threatening to drip onto the fist and cock below.

Suddenly Shom found a new way to resist this assault. He raised his knees and tried to close his leg. "Beti!" he called out, his voice muffled by the grinding pussy on his face. "Enough! Let's not make this worse."

At that moment Sunita knew in a flash as to what would make him surrender. She did something she had never done to a man, not even her own husband. She lowered her head and the wet open mouth took in the large wet bulb of his cockhead.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" hissed Shom. Sunita gripped the window sill even harder to help pull her self up so she could descend on his cock with her mouth. The warm wet mouth mimicked the effect of a cunt but with the added pleasure of her tongue which rotated the cock around. Shom gave up as the moist warmth took control of his being and pleasure was the only thing he could register. The woman in the girl he knew had conquered the man in the Uncle he was supposed to be to her. His hips starting to fuck her face as he gave in to the oldest of desires.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" replied Sunita, her hips now totally resting on Shom's face. He opened his mouth and kissed through her saree, petticoat, panties, fumbling to gain access and desperate to feel flesh with hands or mouth. His hands rapidly moved to the waist where her saree was tied. He felt her stomach and tried to pull the garment off.

Sunita's mouth was a cunt now. It fucked his cock with the devotion needed to make it cum. Her hand stroked the thickness and fondled the balls.

"Beteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" howled Shom. Deepa heard the noise and looked up and saw a hand at the sill. Gripping the woodwork once, then pressed against the side of the window. Something was happening there she thought.

It was Sunita's hand though Deepa did not know that. Sunita was propping herself up to allow her hand more space to regain its predominant fucking position. Shom's hands were desperate for skin and he grabbed at Sunita's breasts, trying to maul them through the cloth of the blouse.

Sunita's head bobbed up and down. As her fist went down to his abdomen, the mouth covered the bulb. And as the fist came up she moved her head back. And so it was when she moved the fist down that Shom felt the surge of cum. Her mouth covered his bulb just as he shot a load of his cum.

"Sunitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Take, take take! This is what you wanted to see your Shom Uncle do, no?" slobbered Shom as his hips thrashed about.

Sunita choked on the cum and pulled her head back rapidly. This was beyond her own expectation and preparedness. Her hand milked him and he shot more streams which her hair caught. She continued to pump and empty her Shom Uncle who just kept muttering over and over again, beti, beti, beti... as his balls emptied in several jerks that kept getting shorter.

The penis started to recede and Sunita found it hard to keep grip on the flesh, but she was hardly ready to relinquish control. She covered the shrinking jut of flesh with her mouth and nibbled at the penis. It continued to jerk and twitch and release fluid into her. She allowed it to flow out of her mouth, pooling under Shom. Her hands roamed up to his legs, she gripped his ankles, felt his toes and pulled at them, making him tingle to his very extremities.

And suddenly Sunita felt drowsiness wash over her. Tired from the flight and from the wrestling just now she slumped to the floor next to Shom Uncle, all ready to sleep. Her one leg was around his head and her head was resting on his thigh. She gently rubbed his torso and felt the hair on his thigh against her soft cheek. Within minutes the couple were snoring gently, exhausted and satiated. He from the sweet to surrender and the subsequent release. She from having healed his sense of hurt and taken him to his release.

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Waking up


It cannot be said who woke up first. And who started what happened next. It seemed to them like they had slept for hours but it was probably no more than ten or so intensely deep minutes.

What both of them did realize was that each had the attention of the other. Sunita felt hands tug at her saree tucked into her petticoat. A cool waft caressed her lower body. Clearly her saree was also being pulled up to expose her lower body. She herself felt the rough hair on Uncle Shom's legs as she carelessly stroked his body.

"Uncle? Utthen kya?" she asked. (Uncle, shall we get up).

He responded with a long lick on her now exposed thigh, leading up to her crotch, which was still covered in her panties. His hands stroked her from outside of the panties and felt the intense warmth and the dampness that lay within. His hands stole up her leg to the top of the panty and tried to pull down the fabric. He wanted her, open to his lips, the way he had been open to hers.

She stroked his legs. They were bare. A part of his dhoti was under him but the rest was spread across the floor and she was partly lying on it.

They were lying next to each other, each person's head pointing towards the other's foot, side-by-side. Shom raised his upper leg, allowing Sunita all the space she needed to manipulate his cock and balls. Sunita caressed the sac and felt and weighed his cock. She rubbed her face against his legs as she felt her heat soaring. She needed release. She felt his hands tugging and pulling at her panties, her petticoat and her saree. She lay on her back and with one swift tug the saree was released. She bunched her petticoat around her hips and pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. She then turned back towards him.

Shom had watched the lewdness of her act and felt his loins stirring again. When she raised her hips he saw her buttocks. When she pulled her panties down he glimpsed the furry patch of regularly trimmed pubic hair. She raise her upper leg, stretching the panties tight. Shom peeled it downward and soon the panties were off one of the legs and resting around the ankle of the lower leg alone.

They were fully turned towards each other. Sunita took the still not full member in her mouth. She brought up enough saliva in her mouth to surround him with fluid and avoid tasting him so fully. She was so unsure of this. She had never done it before and in the darkness of the room where she and her husband made love there was hardly any occasion when she properly saw what his cock looked like. And here she was, on an early morning, sprawled on the floor of her friend's house, her mouth closed around her friend's father's cock. She pumped the jut of flesh in and out of her lips as she massaged the rapidly growing member. She took her mouth of his cock for a moment to shake her hair free and he couldn't bear it. In an instant his hand was at the back of her head pulling her down.

He kissed the inside of her thigh. Just as his tongue was tracing the line of her underbelly, he felt her mouth close on his cock and fuck it in and out of her mouth. He frantically grabbed at her pussy with his lips. His lips brushed the furry patch of hair and he nuzzled her, wanting her fluids to flow. He smelled the pungency of her cunt, followed by the aromas of her flowing juices. His hands, large and rough closed in on her buttocks gripping her and pulling her to his mouth and face.

Sunita gasped. She had rarely if ever been even kissed down there. Uncle Shom was licking her there! It felt wonderful, and she felt her hips move against his face. Shom used his tongue on her with a dexterity born of years. He remembered how his wife used to holler when he tongued her on the junction of her labial lips, where her clit was. He searched and the tip of his tongue rotated the nub of flesh at Sunita's cunt. She squirmed and squealed onto his cock, "mmmmmmmm!" When he start to lap at her pussy, she realized his tongue was more dexterous than anything she had ever had touching her. Including the same Uncle Shom's cock. No, this was not enough for her. She needed him to lave her pussy with his supple tongue-cock.

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She lifted her upper leg to open her cunt wide as a chasm so he could get deeper into her. Her foot rested on the window side for support as she prepared to offer him extended access to her inner flesh. This made her somewhat lean over him. And her face now twisted his cock into the recesses of her mouth.


Shom's fingers pulled her asscheeks apart and his fingers caressed and teased the insides of her asscheeks bordering her anus. Just as she felt his fingers reach an invading position, she pulled her head off his cock and screamed, "No! Uncle, not there!"

Shom let his fingers move away for he desperately needed her back on his cock. It was now full and engorged. He put his leg around her head and fucked her face with a steady rhythm. The pleasure on his cock translated to action on her pussy through his lips. Likewise, the waves lashing her pussy caused her to pump his cock with her lips faster and harder.

Deepa in the meanwhile continued to potter around in the garden. From the time she spotted the clenched hands on the window sill she decided to stay out. She looked up towards that window and was startled to see a leg, clearly Sunita's stretched out and resting on the sill. The leg moved every now and then. Sometimes bent at the knee and at other times outstretched with toes pointing outward. She watched transfixed and wondered. Sunita seemed to be facing the window. Was her father behind Sunita in which case, where was he fucking her, and how? Or if her father was facing Sunita how had he got trapped between Sunita and the wall and what was Sunita's leg doing on the sill?

It was there, of course, to allow Shom to get as much of her cunt as he wanted. Sunita moved off his cock and allowed herself the luxury of smashing her wide open, wet pouch of flesh on his face. Her stomach heaved and that was the first sign of the earth shattering wave to emanate from her insides.

"Yes, Uncle!" she screamed. "Eat me! Eat me! Feed on me! Take me" she pleaded as her hips thrust against his lashing tongue.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle..........." she shook uncontrollably. Huge gushes of fluid surprised Shom but he continued to hang on to the bucking and thrashing woman. He was soaked in her and his kurta (shirt top) was stained in her juices. He pulled her buttocks closer to his face and soon his nose and his lips were buried deep between her cunt, her anus and the strip of flesh in between.

Loud slurping noises accompanied the orgasmic flow as Shom ran amok with his lips and tongue. He was enjoying the wild moments of this young woman and his only regret was his cock was throbbing and not receiving any attention. Sunita had gripped his legs and closed her eyes and given herself up to the nerve wracking pleasure coursing through her body.

"Uncle, your Sunita beti. Yes, take her. Yes, you have taught her many things – now pleasure. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she hollered as she allowed herself to go fully.

She collapsed on him and lay face down on the floor. Her body was trembling and she quivered as jelly would. His hands stroked her ass and her back and he admired the sexy woman. His cock was raging and he knew he could sink it in her.

Suddenly, he realized the incongruousness of their union, and of how this could affect him. He had barely overcome the intense sense of guilt from having consumed this girl sexually; his daughter's friend. And now here was again. Compromised! Because of this girl. This wanton slutty woman. He was overcome with an anger in which he felt he should blamer her.

He saw her face down prone body. Her hands were clutched under her chin at her chest. Her body was heaving from the exertions of her orgasm. She too lay there wondering about the acts of lust and lewdness they had performed on each other. The masturbation had a logic to it. The fucking was a logical expression of desire and even affection and as she and Uncle looked into each other's eyes. But this, burying their faces between each other's thighs? It was something she had seen only in the odd porn movie and had never done, nor had done to her any such sexual acts.

When she felt his hand at her hips, she thought he was asking her to get up. She raised herself on her elbows, her hips still resting on the ground and her ass jutting towards him. She felt his feet between her legs, and then she felt his knees on the ground; he was kneeling on the ground between her legs behind her. What happened next stunned her. Shom placed his hand on the small of her back and with the other hand guided his cock to caress the entire zone between her two buttocks.

Sunita, shuddered, gasped and twisted and turned towards to take support of the sill and stand up. This she was not going to allow. She was not going to take this illicit relationship to depravity in allowing her Uncle to fuck her in the ass or from behind like a bitch.

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All she could manage was a stumble when Uncle Shom caught her at the window. She was leaning on the sill, bent forward trying to get up. He was on top of her, leaning forward, cupping her blouse-encased breasts.


"No, Uncle! If we are lovers there is a way to make love! I care for you, I want to tend to you, see you, love you. I am not a slut, don't treat me like a, like a whore!" she pleaded.

His hands went to the inside of her thighs and prised her apart. "How much I pleaded you to leave it be, that it was a mistake. But no, you insisted on awakening the beast in me. Now you must bear the brunt!" So saying, he thrust in this bludgeoning club of a penis forward.

Sunita tensed and waited. Her anus was open and she worried about lubrication and pain. Her cunt was dripping- torn between the excitement of animal ness and the depravity of the animal ness. Her hands were on the window sill and as she tried to move she felt his hands gripping her, holding her in place.

It was sheer relief for her to feel the cock push past her cuntlips. It was relief to have her anus left alone. She leaned forward, her head down and her eyes closed as she felt the thickness course through her passage.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhh!" she went, as the cock sank in her fully. She opened her eyes and found herself looking out of the window. She was being fucked at the window. "Uncle!" she shouted. His cock pulled out and rammed back in. "Oh my god! Uncle stop!".

"Ah! Ah! Ah! This is no way to treat your beti" sobbed Sunita as she felt herself treated like a slut. Her buttocks tensed and she held herself steady to allow him access and to plunder her steady and regularly.

"And –was – that- the – right- way – for – you – to – fuck- your- Uncle- Shom?" he shouted back at her. Each word was one hard invasive thrust of his cock into her juicy flesh.

"I –ah! Am ready-Ah! To –oh-oh-oh-oh! Love, love, love, you –ooooooooooh! This –aha- this-hunhhh – this --- is de---ha depravity! Uncle! Uncle stop!" she shuddered.

"NO! No! No! No! No! If you have made a beast of me, you too are a bitch!" he grunted. Once again, each "no" was a pounding of her now quivering pussy.

"Ui ma! Yah! Yes! Hannh! Make me your slut! Ravage me!" whimpered Sunita, grinding her hips back at the plundering cock in an attempt to tame him.

The pleasure ripping through her body was indescribable. She had juices running down the inside of her thigh. And her body was tingling.

Suddenly, Uncle Shom's one hand slid up her back and into her blouse. The material stretched. The other hand went under and he caught the neckline of her blouse. In one swift motion, he ripped the blouse open, buttons popping, seams bursting and breasts now covered only by her bra.

"Hai, Uncle! Ye kya kar rahen hai aap! I am your Sunita beti, treat me like one!" she fucked back at him as her body pulsated under the assault.

"I only know the slut who awakened all sorts of wild desires in me" he hissed as he undid the bra clasp at the back. The bra now hung open. Her breasts hung with the cups just about covering her tits. They thrust and they jiggled as they moved to rhythm of Shom's fucking. And soon his hands covered them. The nipples were in his fingers, pinched and mauled mercilessly. He pulled at them and gripped the breasts as handles to fuck her.

"Aaaah! Uncle! You bastard! Taking me like a bitch!" she sobbed as she felt her body wracked by pleasure. He was everywhere at once, in her cunt, on her breasts, slapping her ass and fucking her like an animal.

Gone was the Shom Uncle for whom she had wanted release and to tenderly mother him out of his gloom. He was a ravaging beast. Large and animal. Fucking this small woman, young as his daughter with a lust half driven by revenge and half driven by his anger at his own self.

The bobbing head of the woman, the looming large man behind her that was her father, and the loud animal noises emanating from the first floor of her house were not lost on Deepa. She stood in the garden watching the silhouettes, in some cases more of the bodies showing, at sometimes less of it showing. The noises, and the screams and the grunts were unmistakable. It was sex of the most animal kind. What Deepa could not reconcile was the animal vigor this seemed to indicate. It was at variance to the tender release that Sunita seemed to have engineered in her father the last time around. She watched the fingers white with pressure as they gripped the window sill. She moved back to avoid being seen, especially by her father.

Shom was sweating, drops of it dripping on to Sunita's ass and adding to the pool of juices between them down her ass.

He paused in his stroking and fucking. And in that respite Sunita turned around leaning back against the wall next to the window. As the cock escaped from the cunt they both gasped. Sunita quickly caught his reddened and slick cock in her hand and she clenched her fist lightly, open and close to give him continued pleasure.

"Uncle, bas! Enough of this temper! Let me love and pleasure you the way you should be." whispered Sunita.

He reached out for her cunt with his fingers and stroked the soppy wet lips. "Yes beti! Yes!"

He opened his mouth and kissed her for the first time. His lips caressed her lips tasting on them himself and her. Just as she too tasted their combined juices on him. They slid to the floor.

Sunita lay back, her legs opened, knees bent, in the classical missionary position. Submitting herself to this man. Shom kneeled in front of her and lifted her body up, to the level where her cunt was splayed over his cock. He held her hips and thrust her onto his eager bobbing member. Sunita gasped as she felt the cock plumb her depths. Her shoulder blades were resting on the ground and the rest of her was hanging in air and she was impaled on his cock.

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He moved his buttocks to piston in and out of her cunt. Sunita thrust back as hard as she could. She had to conquer Shom uncle before he tore her apart today. Her clothes were spread and tangled with his dhoti. Her blouse was torn and hanging back from her arms. Her bra was open. Her breasts were jiggling in rhythm with the thrusting. And her cunt was pulsating with a rhythm all her own.


She reach for his arms and pulled herself up. Her hands went around his neck. Her legs folded around his back. Shom's hands cupped her buttocks as he supported her easily in his arms.

She looked into his eyes. Her eyes were radiating a new kind of love for this man. Affection, sympathy and lust had melted to yield a deep bond of love. She fucked him back, smiling. "Uncle. I love you! I love you taking me, owning me and making me yours!" she whispered. She moved closer to him snuggling around his neck and used the leverage to slide over his cock in rapid quick thrusts.

"Yes my love! I enjoy you for what you are! Thank you!" he replied.

Then there was silence. Just the fucking in rhythm. Him concentrating on her. And she making sure she was pounding onto his cock on the correct spots. The squelching sounds. The moans and the sighs. The sounds of kissing. Then the rising crescendo of oohs and aahs.

As Sunita held him to her and thrust her hips against him, she once again was looking over his shoulder towards the staircase. Once again, she saw Deepa there. Sunita and Shom were more naked than the last time. They were coupled more deeply than ever, Sunita spread and wrapped around Shom, and Shom buried and thrusting inside her. Deepa shook her head slowly in disbelief. Clearly, her father and her friend were beyond that basic act of sympathetic love which she had witnessed the last time.

Sunita smiled at Deepa and closed her eyes. She felt her orgasm rising and it felt like Shom was rising to cum too.

She threw her head back and laughed as she continued to receive and fuck back at Shom.

A deep guttural "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh" emanated from Shom as his cock swelled up to impossibly large proportions.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww yesssssssssssssssssssssss!" responded Sunita, a wide smile spreading across her face.

They held each other and shuddered deeply. Shom laid back Sunita and held her legs over his shoulder. He embedded himself as deeply as he could. Sunita gasped as she felt him deep in her womb, the head reared and warm jets of semen filling her. She bucked and rocked, taking in as much of it as she could. Deepa's eyes were transfixed on the tensed and rippling muscles of her father's back, from shoulder to buttocks. She noticed the spasms as he released into her friend.

And she noticed Sunita's ass thrusting against her father as she twisted, turned and gave vent to her orgasm.

"Sunita beti!" shuddered Shom as the last of his spasms emptied into Sunita.

"Yes, Uncle. My dear uncle!" whispered back Sunita. As he let her legs down, she let her heels beat a mild tattoo on his back all the way down, his buttocks and to the back of his thighs. Shom shuddered at each of those and was completely spent.

He lay on her and she hugged him tight.

She held his head in hands and looked into his eyes.

"Don't ever complicate this by thinking of what we were for all these years. We just need each other and we will simply take each other. Right?" she asked.

He stroked her face and pushed her hair back. He was breathless. His throat was constricted. All he could do was nod.

She patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle move! It is getting late for me."

She re-tied her saree, covering her torn blouse with the saree pallo and demurely stepped down the stairs to see if she could find a new set of clothes to wear for her days work.