Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

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His cock twitched as he toyed with the idea of taking his wife between a change of clothes.

Thakurain moved away from Binita, her bodice hanging loose on her shoulders, the breasts exposed completely. She had to take care of being discreet especially as new feelings were surging in her and it was clear to her that neither of them was in any condition to walk away.

As she watched her mother-in-law shut the window and move to the door, Binita undid the cord of her ghagra and allowed the skirt to slip off her shapely hip to the floor around her feet. The garment now circled her and she stood in the middle completely nude, the stained and streaked pubic hair, the lines of now drying fluids running down her thighs absolutely clearly visible.

She looked at her mother-in-law's body with a new perspective. The older woman had sagging flesh but a well rounded bottom. Her breasts were large and sagging under their own enormous weight but were warm and inviting to her. Thakurain turned around after she had bolted the door and leaned back on the wood, her body sagging with the weight of lust. Her odhni (sash of cloth used to cover the upper body and blouse) was trailing on the floor, her blouse was open her ghagra was still tethered around her waist. Her hand reached between her legs as she felt the surge of heat there and rubbed herself.

Binita instinctively knew it was up to her to satiate the older woman. She might have been older but her experiences were limited. Binita was less than a year married but her father-in-law had taken her in every possible way and some of the encounters were a revelation to her. The man, from even before the marriage, had uncovered desires in her which she herself did not know existed. He then proceeded to mark her as his own by satiating her in ways her husband did not even know of.

And one of those was the dramatic way in which he had lapped at her pussy. Binita's raging loins wanted filling, the pulsating cock of a man. She could well imagine her mother-in-law, now with her fingers searching her own pussy, needing the same. But she knew there was only one way for one woman to satiate another. She moved towards Thakurain and kneeled in front of her.

She kissed her stomach. Thakurain put her hand on Binita's head. Her own head was thrown back as the softness of Binita's face on her stomach thrilled her. The younger woman slid her hands under Thakurain's skirt and cupped her ass. She quickly lifted the skirt over her own head and was now inside the folds of her skirt, in the folds of flesh.

It seemed wholly appropriate to cover herself and hide within those skirts, a sanctuary of lust and loving attention, a sanctuary from the meaningless demands of the world outside.

She lifted the folds of Thakurain's paunch as her mouth searched for the pussy. She tongue and kissed all the flesh she could find; stomach, underbelly, thighs, insides of the thigh and the hairy crotch itself. Thakurain frantically reached for Binita; she needed to grip her, hold her, touch her and maul her tits. The skirt was in the way. She quickly undid the cord and the waist of the skirt loosened and Binita's head appeared. As Thakurain's knees buckled under the sexual onslaught, she slid lower, her legs spread obscenely. She clutched at Binita's slender shoulders and tried to reach under to grab the breast. She could touch the slopes of her breasts but not pull up the mass to find the nipples which she so desperately wanted to suckle at that moment. In the meanwhile, Binita was greatly assisted by the spreading of the legs. The acrid odor of the cunt hit her and Binita held her breath as she lapped at the pussy. She knew the acid smells would give way to the aromas of nectar if she just persisted. There was a tangle of pubic hair in her mother-in-law's pussy and wisps and strands of hair came away in her lips. Binita kept clearing her lips of the strands and soon came upon a wet smear. She pointed out her tongue and dipped in, past the forest of hair towards the smear. Thakurain reached down and held herself apart with both hands to help her daughter-in-law in the quest for her cunt.

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She bit her lip and gasped in wonder at Binita's adventurous assault. Yes, the girl had to be right! Her pussy was now throbbing and she wanted the fullness of a man. Yet somehow this tonguing seemed to make her feel better. The vacantness between her legs seemed to expand with every lick and she wondered how to fill herself. The paradox of having a woman between her legs making her pussylips unfold and expand, and the need for a hot pillar of flesh to fill that vacantness was maddening.

And so, when Binita's unexpected two-finger stab into her cunt hit her, it was so well timed that Thakurain groaned loudly with a "Haan, beti!" (Yes, my dear.)

She goaded the girl on, her hips thrusting, and the door behind her creaking with the fucking motion of her hips. Binita's fingers had found the target and released the flood gates. Using her fingers as a guide she followed with her tongue to search out that spot which Thakur had found on her. She would find it and mercilessly tongue it the way Thakur had tongued her. If she found that satiating so too would the Thakurain would be satiated, she thought to herself.

And then her own pussy twitched and her mind wandered to the huge orgasm and waves of convulsing that Thakur had triggered in her. She had found her own husband, Pritam's fucking inadequate thereafter. He was neither as well endowed and nor did he have his father's staying power. She had found it necessary, one night, to seat herself on his face and rub her pussy up and down on his lips to teach him the art of eating her. His head was an instrument with her that night and she ground her clit on him, urging his tongue to stay prone till she had gushed down on his face in a massive meltdown.

Ever since Babuji had sucked an orgasm out of her, she had taken to trimming her pubic hair and her pussy was now more like a turf so she could have both men access her cunt easily with their lips and tongue. She wanted that mind numbing orgasm, more and more.

Such is the nature of lust and pleasure; once uncorked, you must have it; again and again. And she was about to uncork it in her mother-in-law just now; she was determined to. The sequence of events was odd. She had triggered a new adventurism in her father-in-law. The sexual lessons from those encounters were now being carried by her to his wife, her mother-in-law. In some ways she had become a bridge between the man and his wife.

These thoughts ran through her while Binita continued with the mechanics of drawing the response from Thakurain but only till the other woman actually responded. The response came when the tongue tip had dealt with the forest of hair and actually found the lips of her waiting, throbbing pussy; Thakurain sobbed. This was the pleasure which had eluded her so long! The tongue then traced the contour of her lips finding the top. Then began the focused thrashing, a provocative call to Thakurain's body to reveal the clitoris. The fingers which fucked in rhythm were by this time squelching with the juices pouring out of her.

"O ma! Oh. Ah! Haan meri Binita, meri bachchi, meri beti, haaaaaaaaai!" sobbed Thakurain, tears streaming down her cheeks as she realised that she was climbing into a new zone of sexual liberation and release.

She collapsed to the floor and quickly stretched herself out, knees akimbo and legs apart. One hand was on her own breast, twisting, teasing and kneading herself. The other hand on Binita's head, stroking, caressing and goading her on.

Her head flailed, her breathing was raspy and every now and then she raised her hips offering herself to the girl's lips and head, thumping back with a groan as the girl took the offering in its fullness.

The sounds coming from his wife's room were unmistakable to Pritam who found his own lusty desires thwarted by the door which he had seen his mother shutting and bolting. Who was with his mother while she was engaged in obvious sexual activity, when he had just seen his father downstairs?

Pritam's puzzlement only grew as he heard sounds of scuffling and movement combined with groans and sighs as he put his ear to the door. As he focused on the sounds coming from within, he realised it was not only his curiosity that was aroused.

Binita in the meantime was spread on the floor, her bare body on the cold tiles, her breasts mashed against the floor, her ass jutting up as she buried her head in Thakurain's crotch. She tongued and lapped the woman ceaselessly, her fingers fucking her energetically. The noises from her efforts were loud, and wet. Sounds of slurping, licking and gobbling filled the air.

As Thakurain melted in the assault, a huge wave started to build up in her. She needed to grip something to break through to the orgasm waiting on the other side. There was a restraint, an unreasonable holding back. Something had to give way inside her for her to reach that peak. She felt she would lose control of her bodily functions if she did not direct that energy. Her pussy felt like she might pee. That would break this dizzying bout of pleasure which she did not want interrupted.

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With one hand she found the leg of a writing table while her other hand continued to be on her daughter-in-law's head, urging her on, making sure she missed no beat. As she strained, she pulled the table with a force that the moved the furniture with a loud scbanging noise. The lamp on the desktop crashed to the floor, but Thakurain's thrashing had only begun. Neither woman could be bothered with the noises or the consequences of what they were doing or attracting. Thakurain's large fleshy thighs were quivering and she was banging them together on the sides of Binita's head. The hand pulled the table as close as it could be pulled and she wound her hand around the angles of the furniture to grip it ever tighter as she humped.

"Hnnnnnnnnhh!" she grunted as her clit exploded.

"Binitaaaaaaah! Haaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Haieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Beti!" she babbled.

Pritam could not believe his ears. It was his mother and in there was his wife too. His cock throbbed as in his mind he pictured his wife pleasuring his mom. But he knew nothing of how one woman could meet another woman's sexual needs. Yes, there was something in the porn movies he watched and yes, it turned him on. But anatomically it still seemed impossibility that two women could satiate one another. And then this? His mother? With his wife? It was insane.

Pritam was brought back to the present by the sounds of the thumping of Thakurain's buttocks as they slapped against the floor.

The waves rose to a crescendo that touched a new peak and then broke and washed over the woman's body. The orgasm was upon her coursing through every single cell in her body; the straining and thrusting had successfully pushed her over the brink. That brink was difficult for her to breach because her entire prior sexual experience had hovered along that boundary, with no assistance to make the breach. But Binita's ceaseless, merciless, tonguing, the fingers massaging her cunt walls, and in the back of Thakurain's mind her realization that this was what Thakur had initiated Binita into, took her over the cliff.

Once the peak was crossed, the waves cascaded down. Her throated opened as she screamed her release. A hot flush hit her breasts as her nipples seemed to catch fire. Her stomach convulsed and the thighs fluttered. Her insides opened up. She poured out, thick viscous releases flooding Binita's lips and chin and onto the floor below. Her whole body shook and shuddered and her breasts demanded to be held. Her jaw hung open and spittle drooled out one end of her mouth.

She was not in control of any of her bodily responses as she felt her entire being give way; there was only one event at that time, her sexual release. And her body was one single entity; her breasts, her pussy, her clit, her womb, her spine, her brain, her nipples were all compressed into one tiny point which became a single blubbering mass of convulsing flesh. It was this loss of her bodily control that caused her to fart loudly which made Binita quickly came up for air.

Binita's fingers replaced her tongue as they stroked the clit and rode down to the recesses of Thakurain's cunt and cavernous womb. As the fingers emerged they brought out the fluids which then smeared the clit, providing the lubrication that allowed Binita to manipulate, maul and manhandle that sliver of flesh without hurting her new-found lover. And so back and forth went Binita's hand from clit to womb and womb to clit, squeezing out every frisson of pleasure her mother-in-law deserved.

Thakurain clutched Binita as her body responded to the sliding and slipping finger treatment, the jerking and convulsing continuing for a long time. As she poured, so did her tears. She wept, she laughed and it was a joyous celebration of her release. Those fluids washed away a lifetime of sexual neglect and Thakurain felt a thrill as every part of her body vibrated and hummed with the effects of her orgasm.

She clutched Binita tightly, stroking her body, thanking the younger woman for helping her discover her own sexuality. Thakurain herself shuddered and quivered in spasms as the orgasm levered down to smaller and smaller waves. The waves melded into one long humming of every cell in her body. She now felt liberated and released from the constraints of her physical body. She slumped, completely spent but very alive.

Binita threw one leg over Thakurain, her hands still firmly plunged into the other woman's pussy. Their breasts touched as both women clung to each other. Binita snuggled down into her mother-in-law's bosom, strangely calmed by the other woman's release; as if it were her own orgasm.

Thakurain caressed her head and let the hand go down in a long downward sweeping stroke, on the nape of her neck, down Binita's seductive broad expansive back and down to her asscheeks, kneading them. And back up again all the way.

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The smell of her own juices wafted to her nostrils and she noticed how comfortable both were with smearing each other with all their bodily fluids. Binita's crotch was now pressed against Thakurain's thigh and she ground into her and sighed. Both felt completely relaxed and unwound in the comfort of each others arms and would have stayed that way for long languorous hours, had not the sounds of Holi being celebrated in full flow caught their attention.

"Beti, hamey chalna chahiye," reminded Thakurain to Binita. (Dear, we need to go.)

"Maa-ji," sighed Binita in deep contentment, exhaling as she used the Hindi word for "mother"; her breath laden with Thakurain's aromas enveloped the other woman. She snuggled closer to the comforting bosom, idly flicking the nipple not willing to let go.

"Come, let me help you get dressed," said Thakurain, knowing that there would be ever more lovingness in that act which in itself would persuade Binita to move.

Both women sat up; the Thakurain pulled up her knees and watched as Binita stood up, her eyes on the younger woman's breasts, hips, torso and ass.

"Tum kuch nahi karogi. Bas kapde nikal ke dena. Jo bhi karna hai mai karoongi," she instructed the girl. (You will do nothing. Just give me your selection of clothes. Whatever has to be done will be done by me.)

Binita nodded and unmindful of being nude, unmindful of Maaji ogling her curves and her body went over to the suitcase which was by this time sprawled on the floor, its contents tipped out. This had happened when Babuji had taken her from behind as she was bending over into the suitcase. She had collapsed from the pounding and the resultant orgasm, into the suitcase, tipping everything over.

She selected the white kurta top and the pajama to go with it. As she turned around she found her mother-in-law tucking her breasts into what was left of her blouse and gathering her odhni (upper garment that is worn on top of the blouse). As they stepped towards each other, Thakurain gathered Binita around and swept the odhni around her so both women were as if cocooned in the same protective world. She squeezed the girl in her arms, bosoms pressed together.

"Raise your hands," she instructed Binita, eyes boring into her eyes, breath upon her breath.

Thakurain now gently allowed the kurta to slip over Binita's head and let the body of the garment sheath the girl's bare body. Binita shivered as she felt the sensuousness of the cloth caressing her nipples and belly and the flap at the back on her buttocks.

Once again, she felt goose pimples and the erection of her nipples. Thakurain knelt and held her panties open for her to step into. Binita held one shoulder of Thakurain for balance and raised her leg to slip it into one leg of the panty. The aroma of a dried mix of Thakur's deposits and Binita's secretions filled Thakurain's nostrils. She let the back of her hand rub the pussy, feeling the girl's recently shaven pussy hair prickly on her hand. She must ask Binita for assistance in such matters she thought to herself. The girl knew a lot.

She slid the panties up the legs, marveling every bit of the distance, leaving no opportunity to touch her legs, her thighs and her hips. Binita spread her legs and wiggled her bottom to allow the panties to be worn comfortably and snugly.

Thakurain caressed the ass as she ran the nylon up and over her ass to the waist level. She came up level to Binita's face level and looking into her eyes asked, "What about your bra? Or are you going to give everyone a chance to look at you?"

Binita blushed furiously. She raised her hands again for her kurta to be removed to wear a bra underneath.

But Thakurain did not remove the kurta. Instead she made Binita step into her pajama and got busy with tying the knot of the cord around the waist which holds up the pajama. Thakurain's hands touched her stomach and Binita shivered at every touch. Her nipples were now engorged and erect and when she looked in the mirror she thought it was so obvious. And oh god! She was not yet wet with the water to be splashed on her!

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The Thakurain turned her to face the mirror and got busy with combing Binita's hair. Both women's eyes met in the mirror. So much was unspoken, but a lot was said. Binita's fully aroused state, the kurta without the bra underneath, her nipples jutting out, and the touching and caressing from Thakurain were all evident in the flushed face in the mirror.

Thakurain combed out her hair and tied it in a bun and while doing so said to her, "You do not want your hair mussed up and spoilt in one day of Holi. This will keep you neat."

She looked in the mirror at her daughter-in-law, now ready to let her go back into the wild celebration now in full flow around the house. Her hands came up and she briefly hugged the girl from behind, holding her palms just at the tip of those ready to be gobbled nipples.

"Aaj tumhare chahne wale kayi hain. Dekho kin kin ke naseeb mey tum ho!" she said as she let her daughter-in-law into the waiting melee below. (Today there are many who desire you. Let's see who all get you!)

Neither mother-in-law nor daughter-in-law noticed Pritam watching from a hiding spot in the small room at the end of the corridor as they stepped out and took different routes downstairs.

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Chapter 08: Binita has a Change of Heart

There is nothing like a long absence to cure an addiction. And Binita seemed to have taken good advantage of a prolonged absence from her in-law's place to cure herself of the lust she felt for Thakur, her husband's father.

The last time she had met with him had been on Holi, the year before last. She had avoided going with her husband Pritam for the ritual family visit on more than one occasion, including the next following Holi. Staying away on Holi in particular had been an important act of self-control for her because it was the preceding Holi where she had completely lost herself.

Her wild abandonment of all sense on that day had haunted her for long. On that day, she had been daringly dressed. All morning she was to be seen in traditional finery; but the blouse was daring in its cut, with her full back bare for all to see and her breasts cupped and held up as if for all to sample her wares.

That seductive attire had led to a rough animal taking from behind by her father-in-law which was in continuation of their explosive sexual chemistry. She then had seduced her mother-in-law, when womanly comfort melted into sexual liberation. And somewhere on the stairway an encounter with her husband's cousin. The youngster had the heat of the libertine atmosphere of Holi in his head and had chased her down to take his chances with her.

Binita, presented with a fait accompli by the lusty youngster had masturbated him into submission on the stairs, making him cum uncontrollably in her fist; she had left him thus conquered in a slobbering state with a warning that her action on that day was an exception rather than any permanent license from her to him.

It was left to the cold light of day back in the city for remorse at her actions to come gushing up. Yes, Holi was a day when much was permitted. But the history between her father-in-law and her would have to be packed and put away. It was not going to be possible to go on fucking him in one illicit encounter after another. No doubt she was the one who started it by picking a fight with him over her womanliness and the manliness of his clan. Yet equally, it was up to her to put an end to it.

The best way, she felt was to stay away and allow normalcy to return. Phone calls, letters, regular visits by her husband Pritam to his hometown all were meant to reassure that the young city dwelling couple were not drifting away from their roots. But the madness of that Holi day had to be allowed to abate.

And so it was over 18 months since they had visited. There had been changes in Prtiam over that period. After that last Holi at the ancestral home, Pritam appeared to have changed. He made love to her with a new inventiveness and with many new techniques which surely someone had taken the trouble to teach him. He made up for his slender dimensions with a new vibrancy to his approach to her. Something seemed to have tipped him off on the quality of their sexual intercourse. She loved him too much for that to matter, yet he clearly tried more, wanted to do more. And either he had read up on it or learnt it.

Some of the things he now did made her compare notes with what his father did to her. The incongruousness of those thoughts was one more of those things which made her stay away from Thakur. But yes, his tongue between the folds of her pussy did make her think of the time when his father had drunk from between her legs as she came in torrents. And nothing could change his physical dimensions so she did feel the difference in the yawning stretch of Thakur's cock. She helped by clenching her muscles as Pritam stabbed into her with his slender cock and the mental challenge for Pritam of trying to fill her abated.

All in all, yes, there was substantial change and dramatic new angles to their lovemaking. For Binita, there was an added surge whenever she thought of how the older man carried out those same or similar acts on her. For Pritam, it was a relief that whatever Shobha Aunty had tutored him on Kamasutra was working for him. The woman had started with some simple quizzing. Shobha aunty had been the target of his adolescent lust in his growing years. Fulfillment came on that same Holi day when she started to ask him things about his sex life. The conversation soon turned to technique. And as Shobha started to tell Pritam on how to go about pleasuring a woman, Pritam's fascination for her came flooding back to him.

The older woman and her younger friend of the family had then rapidly shed clothes and she taught him how to drive her wild. She showed him the positions that made his size completely irrelevant. She showed which parts of her triggered orgasms and which parts of him to use for that purpose. And she told him to repeat all that with his wife.

Which he had faithfully done, not without lusting Shobha aunty further. The two met whenever occasion permitted and the classes and comparisons continued. She was beautiful, sexy and sumptuous. Not one opportunity was lost as she sated a deep desire in herself by tutoring him in the art of pleasuring a woman.

Binita benefited tremendously from Pritam's education and it allowed her to put the initial sexually crazed encounters with her husband's family behind her. The combination of Pritam's new skills, the distance and time lapse helped. But she could not stay away forever.

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The pressure on Pritam to travel home with his wife grew and culminated in this trip when both husband and wife headed to the family home in the village.

Binita felt a bit tense as the train slid into the station. It was likely to be awkward but she took comfort from the fact that several 'normal' conversations had happened with both Thakur and Thakurain all these months gone by. Porters flashed by the train their red uniforms flapping in the breeze generated by the moving carriages. Some ran along the train to get customers. People in the crowd on the platform peered in to try spot their friends or relatives whom they had come to pick up. Some people hung out of the train to spot those on the platform.

People were waving to each other and the joy of arrival spilt from train to platform to join and coalesce with the corresponding sentiments of those on the platform. In this sea of joy and happiness was a fairly large contingent of relatives from the Thakur household. Pritam was a favorite son and his wife Binita had endeared herself to the family at large with her playfulness. Everyone wanted to be there, and every one was there. Not least the Thakur himself.

Binita felt her chest constrict as she felt her heartbeats rise. She gripped Pritam's arm tighter than she realized almost hurting him. Suddenly, she didn't want to arrive. Suddenly she felt an excitement which she knew didn't belong. Suddenly she knew that control would be difficult.

Some of the party jumped on board the now slow train to take charge of their things and soon Binita and Pritam found that they only needed to walk and had a whole set of people waiting on them hand and foot. The joy of being part of a large Thakur household was such a relief from the grind of city life!

The couple touched the feet of all elders present one by one and in traditional fashion each person accepted the obeisance and quickly gave them a hug of belonging. When Binita was hugged by her mother-in law the Thakurain, she thought she felt the woman press her to the bosom more than necessary and fingers stroke her more than needed. Perhaps it felt excessive. But perhaps it was her imagination.

But Thakur's embrace of his daughter-in-law was graphic enough for her to know it was not imagination. In the melee it was not evident to none; but Thakurain had been watching for the moment and it was not lost on her.

In rural India, cars have to be large. The larger the bigger the status symbol. And none are larger than the old American cars of the sixties. Most of the large cars in India are either those, or commercially failed / out of date models like the Contessa, Cielo and so on.

And so it was with the Thakur. He had a large American Dodge, painted in two shades of blue by the town mechanic. In keeping with his lordly status he ensconced himself in the car. Thakurain got in at the other door at the back but a cousin sister of hers prevailed upon her to push in and give her space. The cousin sister's lap held large basket of home made savories she had brought for Thakurain to feed her son.

Pritam sat in the front with the driver and next to Pritam was Yogesh, the cousin whom Binita had ended up masturbating on that Holi day. No one had particularly taken care of Binita's seating and she was about to dash off to one of the other smaller vehicles when Thakur opened his door. She could not have sat in the front, squeezed in with the young man.

It was the kind of opportunity Thakur had resolved he would not hesitate to jump upon. He had missed the vivacious girl's touch, the softness of her skin, the right sized breasts that so filled his hands, those nipples and yes, her raunchy fucking at him. He could not overtly ask for her to present herself at the household and restricted himself to the more formal requests for husband and wife to come home to make a full family.

In reality, on at least one occasion he had planned a visit to the city to stay with his son so that he could fuck Binita. But it never worked out. His pent up lust for the younger woman found expression in a wild, rough and brutal fucking of his various women. Thakurain rode, literally, the storm in his fucking. The maids ended up with mauled breasts, bruised thighs and sore cunts as he pounded them in frustration.

They enjoyed, as they always did, Thakur's unmatched vigor. But they did enjoy the slapping; the digging in of nails and the way he held them brutally wide open when he now fucked them. They went away with aching limbs and sore bodies. They were unable to let their husbands see their bare bodies for a few days for the marks were so obvious; they were also quite content and no need of further fucking. Just as they were ready to succumb to their husbands, it was Thakur's turn to catch them again. And so the cycle went.

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Every time he fucked one of them, he imagined it was her. He closed his eyes and felt in his mind, her response to him. The laughing, the fucking back, the sexual wrestle of cock and cunt and all of that sent him soaring.

When the imagination could do that much, how much would real physical, proximity do? The question was on their minds as the door swung open in Thakur's silent invitation. She looked at him and then at the seat; there was no space for her. She glanced at the front of the car. Then she looked back at Thakur. That look could have meant either of two things: "I cannot sit in the front, nor in the back, can I? There is no space" or "Do you really except me to sit on your lap with my husband sitting there in the front?"

Thakur shifted in, pushing against his wife. It was going to be a squeeze, but that was the point. Pritam saw his wife's dilemma. He wanted to step out so a rearrangement could be carried out. But his cousin with that bag on his lap blocked him. As he started to explain to Yogesh as to why he needed to step out, Thakur made a small space available to Binita. He patted the seat and said, "Here, there is enough space here."

It was not enough. In that space, she would have to half sit on Thakur. He knew that. As the car engines revved up Binita knew she had to jump in to one vehicle or the other. Pritam beckoned to her asking her to get in where his father was showing place was available.

And so it was. She squeezed in and shut the door, trying to lean more on the door than on Thakur, her face flushed. Her right leg was against his left leg and they were tightly squeezed. She needed to lift her right leg and it went up on his left leg; that was the only way they could have sat.

As the car lurched forward, Binita put her arm on the window of the back door and tried to hang out of the car window as best as she could. Her arm was wrapped around the bar between the front and back windows of the car. Her face felt the wind cooling it, which was just as well; she was red hot from the embarrassment of being crushed against this man.

So long as her leg was on this side of his knee, with every jolt and jerk it only rubbed. Now that was bad enough because it send tingling sensations up her leg. But she was happy it was not on the other side of his knee, where a slide down would mean touching his cock. She could not have handled that.

The feelings in Thakur were quite to the contrary. He had no inkling of his daughter-in-laws guilt pangs over their sexual encounters. It had been a quiet thing and they never talked about it. So as far as he could tell, that was how it remained. Heat, chemistry and succumbing to desire when circumstances permitted; but perfect silence otherwise.

And so when he let his left hand drop and stroke Binita's left thigh, he was only following their rules of engagement. As others chattered about, Thakur kept quiet; he often did speaking only when orders were to be conveyed. Binita had kept quiet by keeping her head out of the window.

When she felt the hand along her thigh she tensed and became stiff. Thakur's hand slid over the thigh, concealed by the flow of her kurta. He felt the soft insides of her thigh. Alas, space would not let him find her pussy, the place which he thirsted to suck in.

She reached down and gripped his hand in a firm signal to him to stop. Thakur moved his hand back where she could not follow it, but at least he was off her thigh. What she didn't realize was his intention to caress her ass and when he did this she could not reach behind and stop him. She gasped as the squeezing made her tremble but she gripped the door hard to steady herself. Thakur's hand searched for the top of her churidar, under the kurta so he could touch the flesh of her midriff, flesh he longed to feast on.

Fingers closed on her torso, rough large hands on her hot, soft skin. The man was mad and needed stopping. She gripped his hand through her top, feeling those fingers between hers through the garment. Thakur tried to reach upward and feel the curve of her breast but met stiff resistance from her hand.

This was unlike her but perhaps she was tense about others being around.

His hand went back down, cupping her ass, this time more fully, his fingers probing, almost finding the lower end of her cunt. Binita clenched her muscles and shifted to make her ass inaccessible. She moved over his thigh and thwarted his attempt at touching the folds of her cunt. She was now sitting firmly on his thigh. Thakur moved his left leg outward, occupying the space vacated by her coming on to his left thigh.

Binita's right leg was now between his legs and had crossed his knee. As Thakur's hand roamed her body, his arousal was complete. It was no wonder then that when Binita's right leg slipped a bit more, it touched his cock. Indeed, from the deep recesses of his groin, it had reared upward, throbbing and taut. Binita felt it distinctly against her thigh. She tried to move herself forward so that she would not be in contact with it. She feared the contact, not from fear of the cock and its threatening dimensions, but from fear of her own response and desire to have those dimensions accommodated inside her.

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Binita gripped the door pillar with one hand and rested her hand on the seat in front of her. As she did so, her hand touched Yogesh who was sitting directly in front of her. The young man had his own set of memories of that hand and leaned back, trapping it between the seat and his shoulder blade. She moved herself forward, putting some distance between herself and the cock. But the movement started something anew; her pussy lips were spread and smeared against the broad thigh of Thakur which was under her. As she rocked forward to make that distance, she ended up grinding herself against.

The ripple through her and the moistness was not lost on Thakur. He felt the warmth of that confined space between her legs upon his thigh. To his mind, she was merely grinding herself for relief. He could not have been farther from the truth. But the forward prone angle of her body allowed him to more access to her ass. He caressed her under the kurta now with both hands, feeling her up. He thrust his hip upward, this time snagging his cock in the cleavage of her ass; he wanted her to feel his mad arousal.

Binita was horrified; she did not want to feel him at all, but less in the crack of her ass. Had she not been clothed he might have penetrated her in one orifice or the other. Frantically she reached down with her right hand, knowing fully well that this was risky; her mother-in-law was sitting on the right and might well spot her.

Whatever the risk, it was better she intervene. Otherwise, the risk of being prodded deep and allowing him to think that this was okay was only worse. She reached down and grabbed his cock. With the meat of the pillar in her fist she pulled it down and brought it back from between her legs to the side. Her fist was overfull with his erection and she hated herself for noticing his size, rather than being clinical about the removal.

He shuddered at the pleasure rendered by her grip, by her moving his cock down, which made was against its natural upward incline and pulled to the right. The frisson ran through the frame of his body as he hated the dhoti which prevented her from holding his flesh, skin on skin. He thrust forward, fucking her fist.

Her hand opened quickly, leaving his cock unfulfilled from the push. She felt the heat against her thigh but suddenly that seemed preferable to the other angle she had ended up offering him. The grinding of cunt against his thigh, feeling his cock, and thoughts of what was happening between him and her, made her hot and bothered. And it was matched up by a shamelessly flow that had commenced between her legs. She hated herself and swore never to find herself alone with him in the short stay ahead.

His left hand had more scope for movement that his right. He stroked her stomach and came up against her breast, feeling the unyielding material that formed the underside of her bra; God how he wanted to feel her! His hand moved up and took hold of her breast, something which he had done several times while fucking her in every way that he knew.

She was aghast. She brought her hand to his hand and caught it under her garment. She had to apply force to get a grip of his fingers. That force led her to press his hand upon her own breast. He kneaded. She pushed his hand down. His rough coarse hands pawed at her flesh and the pressure from her hand made sure the nipple was caught and rolled as his hand was forced down. The stretching and rolling of her nipple was painful but even as she bit her lip to stifle a cry she felt as if they were ready to moisten with milk. Binita was startled to feel that for the first time ever in her breast.

Soon she had his hand down but it came to rest on her thigh once again. This time she let him knead and stroke her thigh; once again it was more preferable than the wildly arousing kneading of her breast and stroking of her torso. And so the ride continued, with his cock grazing her right leg and his hand stroking her left thigh. The bumps and knocks from the road lifted her off him but dropped her back on the thigh she was riding. Binita felt the pleasure from the grinding and rotation of her pussy on the hard thigh below her.

She hated herself for it but her body had a mind of its own. It was that part of her which she had avoided letting out for so many months. It was that part of her which she knew not to trust. It was that part of her which she was determined not to allow, even though circumstances had put her in such a situation in the car. Binita was relieved as the car drove in through the gates of the haveli. The car disgorged its occupants but Thakur would not open his door. Binita scrambled across to the door from which her mother-in-law had left the car, but Thakur held her back with an iron grip on her wrist.

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"Mai bahu ko naya dafter dikha kar lata hoon!" he called out to his wife, the Thakurain. (I will show her the new office and bring her back!)

"Chalo!" he barked at the driver, before anyone had a chance to react. Pritam stared in disbelief at the car as it disappeared into the falling dusk. Lights had appeared here and there and this was no time for the old man to be insisting on going out to see some office. But Thakur was an authority unto himself. He gave orders and took none.

The driver didn't even pause to think in following his boss' orders. That was why he was the boss's driver. He never asked. Never questioned. Never let on. And never talked. He had been witness to many a clandestine operation with his boss, quite often on the other side of the law. It paid to be the boss's confidant. And complete discretion was a minimal price to pay for the power, the access and the privileges it brought him in the village.

Binita was kneeling on the seat headed towards the door when the Thakur stopped her cold. She turned back to look at him. Thakur reached under the kurta from behind her and tried to grab her right breast. Binita quickly turned around and sat down, her eyes flashing in anger at her father-in-law's audacity. With her now facing him, both his hands shot forward to grab her breasts. She slapped them away. His hands grabbed her thighs and she pushed his hands off.

Thakur grinned. The bitch wanted to play. How was he to know she had changed her mind about him? He never forced himself on any woman for he knew enough were on offer; if not one then another. This girl had given herself to him the first time. And there had been other occasions since. He pushed her back and she fell against the door, mildly banging her head against the handle. Her hand went to her head reflexively to massage the blow.

He slid his hands up her thighs and grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. Binita grunted as she made effort to clench her thighs tightly together not allowing him access and crossed her hands over her chest denying him her breasts. The only sound inside the car was of their heavy breathing and the slapping and pushing around.

He caressed her torso. Since his hands seemed busy there, she thought it safe to move one hand down from her breast and push away the hands on her torso. She blocked his access upward by holding the garment down to her torso leaving him no place to move up.

Thakur spotted her churidar (lower pant-style garment) cord and held one end of the tether and gently pulled. It came undone though Binita barely noticed it. His hand now rested on her pubis, palm open, fingers toward the stomach and base toward the groin. He rubbed her. She kicked at him, breathing heavily in tension.

Thakur was infuriated. If this was a game she had taken it too far. He didn't have much time. They had to do whatever with each other real quick and head back home. He grabbed the ankle of the leg that kicked at him and caught it. He held her apart and with his other hand plunged in between her legs. Binita twisted and turned to free herself from the grip. As it happened, the car slowed down to take a turn toward a particularly deserted stretch of road. The car was full of the panting and thrashing and flapping sounds of his and her garments.

Binita sensed the chance to exit the car. She turned around, her back to him and scrambled for the door handle, knees on the car seat. As she waddled away from him, he just held the garment from around the waist. She had no way of knowing the cord was untied and it was when she felt the cool breeze on her ass she suspected something was wrong. She turned back to look at saw her churidar had been pulled back and fallen from around her hips and now lay bunched at mid-thigh level.

She looked up at Thakur. He had a playful if devilish grin on his face. "Oh my god! He thinks it's a game!" she realised. The car gained speed and the moment of her possible escape passed. Thakur knelt up with one knee on the seat and the other on the floor of the car and reached under her kurta to her hips. Once again, he caught the nylon edge of her panty and pulled it back; it peeled off till the midsection of her hip and snagged. She raised her leg to push him, not kick, back. She merely ended up opening her legs and he caught her thigh and wouldn't let go. Her legs were now splayed open, her father-in-law was prone over her. The open angle allowed him to pull back the panties a bit more.

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It was a struggle, with both panting and gasping as they fought each other. But Binita found it difficult. The strength in those arms and hands which she had admired when it held her as per her desire, were vice-like in their grip. She could not move against his will and as she felt the cool whiff of fresh air on her pussy she knew she was in trouble.

"Babuji!" she gasped. She struggled, now frantic. She managed to push his leg hard enough to make him wobble, partly helped by the lurching of the car over a bump.

Thakur fell back. She reached down with her right hand to pull up her churidar. He grabbed the left wrist and pulled her back. She fell backward. Thakur reached for her left leg and pulled her, giving momentum to her backward fall. He raised her left leg over his own body. Already, Binita's right knee was on the seat on Thakur's right. Suddenly, she was now hovering over him, her left leg trying to find something to rest on while her right knee was on the seat next to his right leg.

Unable to manage her weight, she fell back, sitting down on Thakur. His cock was under her, but he had not been holding it up to spear her. She just pushed it down the length of her pussy, her perineum and ass resting along the broad blade of his lunging cock.

She looked down and pulled up her kurta so she could see clearly. There in the dark area under them, she could see by the lights of passing streetlamps, his glistening cockhead just below her pussy. The angle was impossible; cock and cunt were parallel to each other and he could not enter her.

She smiled in triumph at having averted complete disaster. As a fall back she thought of reverting to her favorite weapon: masturbation. She reached under between her legs and found his cock. She slid the fingers of her left hand around the hot flesh. She pressed downward making space for her to fist-fuck him. With her right hand she raised herself so that her hand could move in the pistoning motion so necessary at this vital moment.

Thakur groaned at the feeling of that small hand on his cock. Not only did this girl make him grow monstrously large, but the when she held him his cock seemed larger than ever by contrast. As the object of his desire started to manipulate his cock he shifted his attention to caressing her ass, her stomach and her breasts. She had resisted him more than he had expected but it seemed it was a game.

Binita looked down in concentration at the pulsating mass in her fist. She was transfixed with the sight. She had wanted to avoid it all the time but she could not at this time understand the logic which prevented her from sinking her hot and throbbing flesh down on this blunt log of a cock. Visions of what it did to her and the pleasure it gave her ran through her spine and she shuddered.

But no! She could not allow lust to conquer her. Better she tame the man she thought as she got down to the serious task of pounding his flesh into an explosion. So it mattered little to her that he was winning small battles with rolling her panties down more, caressing her pussy and trying to unhook her bra. She was going to win the war by making him lose it outside her pussy.

No sooner had he undone her bra his hands raced to find the soft unfurling petals of nipples. His rough hands found ready engorged nubs. He held her teats between forefinger and thumb and rolled and pulled at them, like he was milking her. As slapping sounds of her fist on his balls filled he started to groan. But she too was now beginning to whimper.

"Unhhh! Nahi Babuji. Rokiye isko. Ab bas!" she begged him. (No Babuji. Stop this. Enough now.)

As she twisted and turned under his ministrations the car continued to bounce and lurch along the dusty side-road. Her right hand, on which her entire body weight rested, was aching from the load, while her left hand, continuing its frantic pumping felt the strain of the repetitive motion at her wrist.

A change of hands was needed. She also needed to caress and excite him further, and change angles a bit if she was to succeed in making him explode. She let go of the cock and leaned the other way, now trying to bring her right hand to grab the lurching and jerking beast under her to catch him. But this time she tried to catch him from behind her, rather than from front and under as she had been with her left hand.

This required her to raise her hips some more. While holding from front had involved pushing the cock down against its natural angle, holding him behind her brought his cock to a more upward pointing angle. Thakur held her by her shoulders and pulled her down. Binita tried hard to change the angle of the cock as she felt her hips falling toward the barrel of his cock. Thakur grabbed her wrist and held her steady. The head of his cock stabbed into her gaping open cunt, but would go no further as there were two fists obstructing, one his and the other hers.

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He removed his hand and went up to grip her breasts and use them as handles to pull her down. She retained her fist, holding on, trying to avoid further penetration.

"Babuji, no!" she wailed. He wiggled his hips, the cock rotating just inside her lips. She humped down on him allowing his cock only that much entry, but with each rise and fall she was able to send her fist sliding up and down his cock.

"Roko! Roko! Roko! Roko! Roko!" she blabbered. (Stop!)

With each 'Stop!' she thrust down with her fist and her cunt followed, the head popping in and out of her creaming cunt.

"Aap gande hain.Aap samajh re nahi hain!" she complained. (You are very bad. You don't understand.)

"Kya nahi samajh raha mai?" he asked. (what is it that I don't understand?)

As he said this he reached under and dipped his fingers into the upper end of her cunt where there was space. Then he brought up those tainted fingers to her lips and smeared her juices on her lips and asked her "Yeh?" (This?)

She kissed his fingers sucking them into her mouth. She mimicked a fucking action, letting them slide in and out of her mouth. But with her left hand she took support from the seat in front and held herself up. This madness had to stop.

"Meri chaahat paagal hai. Lekin hum ye nahi kar sakte," she whispered, hoping the driver couldn't listen. (My desire is mad. But we cannot do this.)

She left his cock and tried to hold it from front, from between her legs. That had been the correct strategy she reflected. It took Thakur but a moment to grab his now free penis and poise it in the correct trajectory.

Call it his luck, the skill of his driver or sheer inefficiency of the PWD road department; the car jumped into a pothole on the road and the delicately balanced woman fell back.

In one brutal moment, several minutes of successful battle ended it defeat. The hot cock seared her pulsing flesh as it shot up her cunt and came to rest in her womb.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Babuji! You bastard!" she sobbed. The relief spreading through her body as the torture came to an end was most welcome. It was as if a raging fire had been quenched. But her defeat was also a reality and the anger allowed her to curse him freely.

She grabbed the door and the seat to lift herself off and twist away but all that happened was the next jolt slid her back down. She put her hands to the seat and lifted herself off, and reached into the front of the car, frantically grabbing at the dashboard and clutching the arm of the driver. But her churidar was stuck around her knees and caused her to lose balance. As she tried to lift herself off more, the cock jabbed back into her.

Much as she tried to lift off over him, gravity and the movements of the car defied her. She had struggled to keep herself off the marauding cock, but she had been stabbed, impaled, skewered and fucked several times over.

Now her next line of defense to fuck him mindless and bring this to a quick end. She rested the hand which was intended to hold his cock on her own thigh. The accumulated mess from handling him smeared on her thigh and with the support from the other hand on the seat she pumped down on him with a vengeance.

"Nahi! Nahi! Nahi! Nahi! Bilkul Nahi" she cried out, unmindful of the driver now.

(No! No! No! No! No! Absolutely not!)

Each 'no' was one lift-off punctuated by a thrust down. She was beating his cock with her cunt as a punishment for her ravishment.

"Aap ko yeh nahi karna chahye tha!" she wept as she fucked him.

The cock rode up into her and was drenched as she poured out onto him with each lifting.

His hands claimed the breasts which were his own. When she looked down she noticed that under her dress was the contour of his hands where he was mauling her tits.

"Theek hai! Lo. Jitna lena hai lo! Randi banake chodenge na mujhe! Haaaaaaaaaah! AAh. Hai. Maaa!" she ranted at him. She was angry and now the only way for her to express that was an animal mauling of the cock. She wanted to maraud, whittle it away, dissolve it so he could not plunder her ever again.

("Ok fine! Take me. Take me as much as you want. You want to make a whore of me, don't you? Oh! Mother")

Thakur was excited yet scared. It was now clear to him that he had misjudged the situation.

He glanced toward the driver. This was noisier than he had thought it would be. The woman was supposed to be an accomplice but her resistance had made it noisy. What was more, she was now wilder than he had ever seen her and the fucking was vengeful. The angles she found and the force with she fucked down on him were thrilling.

As he looked to check on the driver, he noticed the man had stolen a sideways glance at the breasts which were clearly being man handled under the kurta.

Thakur reached around and hugged his bouncing daughter-in-law to him. One hand moved up to cover her mouth and tame her screaming. Fingers from the other hand crept lower and found the clit and the slit below. He stroked her violently.

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She shuddered and as she spasmed, her movements changed from a well orchestrated fucking to the wild throes of a female orgasm. She bucked and thrashed on his cock and her cunt jabbed at the embedded cock, hurting him.

"Cum, you dirty old man!" she wept, "Fill me, make me yours, flood me like only you can!"

Her pussy dissolved in a flood as she drenched him with her mighty orgasm. Binita's head flailed, her hands grabbed wildly. She beat the seat with her fists as wave after wave was pummeled out of her by the cock and the fingers. As she grabbed wildly, her hand made contact with the shoulder of the driver. Her nails dug in and the man winced in pain.

A loud guttural groan from the Thakur announced to the world that his daughter-in-law's rocking and thrusting, her entreaty to fill her had achieved its goal.

"Aaaaaaaah!" bellowed the man, as he let loose his shot of searing hot semen up into her womb.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! That's big!" she moaned.

With a series of "Hah"s and "Aah"s Thakur thrust up into his daughter-in-law coming in torrents.

The girl plunged down and stayed down so she could feel him spurt into her deepest being.

"Babuji! Aap kitne alag ho!" she wept. (Babuji, you are so different)

"Maine zabardasti aapko bhulaya hai, lekin aap asli mard ho," she sighed, leaning back on him, grinding his cock as the flooding slowed to a dribble. (I was hell bent on intending to forget you, but you are a real man.)

She rotated her hips, milking him, enjoying the depleting cock. Even when it lost the hard erection of a full arousal, there was enough flesh of his inside her to twist and turn on. She shuddered as she savored every little frisson of delightful pleasure.

Thakur thrust forward, wishing his cock would not lose its thickness and its hardness. Yes he wanted to spurt but the wait had been so long he wanted to fuck her more.

He hugged her as she settled back on him. Both caressed each other, touching, feeling and holding. Thakur fell asleep and Binita just sat on him luxuriating in his presence.

Suddenly, the driver honked. There was no one on the road, he was just waking up his master and alerting him to the imminent arrival at home.

Binita lifted herself off. There was a barely a jut of flesh that slipped out of her, where there had once been a marauding monster, its head in her womb. As she had lain there, the juices had flowed back out of her, onto his dhoti and the car seat. She felt the sticky residue streaked on the inside of her thighs.

She pulled up the panties, still not quite unrolled but at least somewhat pulled over her crotch. She quickly tied the cord of her churidar and tried to smooth down her kurta. Reaching under and behind she snapped her bra back on, even though the cups were not well adjusted to cover her breasts. She just wanted to be presentable on arrival at home.

She did not turn to look at Thakur. It was up to him to get his act together. She just wanted to leave the car and flee to the safety of her room in the mansion. As she got off the car seat she realised the cord around her waist was not quite tight enough. Her panties too seemed not fully up the way she liked it; covering her crotch completely and up to her navel. Everything seemed like it might fall of and uncover her shame.

None of that would have mattered if no one was in the front of the house. But on the porch was Pritam, sitting on the stairs, waiting for his wife to reappear.

Binita ignored him and made a dash for the inner reaches of the house hoping to find a sanctuary before her husband found her.

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Chapter 09: Father-in-Law Seeks Daughter-in-Law

He felt lost without his right hand man. A Thakur without his henchman was like a man in the Wild West without his gunslinger. But there was no way Thakur Singh could have gone to the city with anyone else, given the mission in his mind.

Binita had avoided him for several months now. It all started with her late evening visit to his farm to convince him that she should be allowed to marry his son. The hot, wild sex started that day. Since then she had allowed herself to be taken a few times. The last time was in his car and she had found herself trapped. She was sitting on his lap in a crowded car and when everyone else had left, he did not allow her to get off him or the car. The ride that followed was a battle between Binita and her own desires. And Thakur represented the darkest side of her desires.

This was why she stayed away from. She weaned herself off the need to be fucked by the brute monster of a father-in-law. The lust that overcame her when he touched her scared her. She found a solution for herself by staying away. Yet, for family occasions she did have to come by and the last time that happened the Thakur had ravaged and plundered her completely. Her unprepared cunt was raw from the fucking it received. Her tender, soft lips were splayed and stretched with the jolts and jerks from the car ride. Every violent jerk from the car had allowed her dirty -- but manly- father-in-law to stab her deeper than ever and in newer ways than before.

Her orgasm had been sucked out of her as had her juices. She hated him for it but she also hated herself for it. She had married Pritam out of love and felt stuck with his father out of lust. Undoubtedly, the Thakur was all man. He knew how to fuck and pleasure her. But for God's sake, the man was the father of her lifetime love.

She stayed away. The last family occasion that man -- dirty, lecherous bastard -- had pounded her into submission. Thereafter, she made excuses for family occasions as well and stayed away.

The Thakur had come out of his jungle looking for his quarry that was staying away in the city. That last time she had come to the village, the sex in the car had been electrifying. That was always the case about her. He had suspected that he had misread her desire when she resisted him so stoutly even as he plundered her. But the copious flows from her pussy and her endearing pleas to him were encouraging. And then there was the blabbering while cumming, calling him dirty and obscene but the only real man she knew.

He continued with the women in his haveli in her absence. But none would do. Dear old Lajjo, his favorite before the daughter-in-law invaded the scene tried hard. Her breasts were delicious but her pussy lacked that throbbing urgency which Binita had. Then another one had a tight cunt but she lacked Binita's sauciness. Binita was a package which was irreplaceable. Despite fucking more than one woman during the day, every night he ended up masturbating, thinking of his daughter-in-law. She was incredibly sexy. Perhaps more so because she was illicit.

Her demure resistance attracted him. The beating of fists was music to his ears; it alternated between thumping out the drumbeat of pleasure and a sign of impossible resistance. He wanted to feel that demure girl's resistance and then the dam of lust bursting around his cock. That thought caused a massive spurt as he orgasmed alone in his bed one more night. Damn! That girl had to be had.

And so he ended up venturing into the big city, Binita's office address in one hand. He found a hotel near her office without too much difficulty and went out to look for the woman who could satiate him like no other -- his daughter-in-law.

She had a shock when she saw him in her office. The man seemed a misfit in the environment. Here was a large man with a twirling mustache wearing a dhoti among computers in a steel and glass office.

"Babuji!" she gasped in surprise, spontaneously smiling.

His eyes wandered over her tight t-shirt and consumed the contours of those breasts which he loved to grip as he fucked her. Thakur felt a familiar stirring in his loins. He tried to guess if she was wearing more under that revealing top but could not make out. He was a bit taken aback that his 'traditional' daughter-in-law was so daringly dressed. Was she inviting sex from her friends at work? His rustic mind could not differentiate between a city work environment and what in his village would have been an open invitation to be plundered at will.

"Beti," he mumbled, his usually deep and resonating voice gone dry with the excitement of having found Binita.

"How come you are here?" she asked, "Pritam never told me!" She reached for her cell phone to call her husband when the Thakur grabbed her wrist. "Abhi nahi!" he said. (Not now).

Binita felt the familiar strength in his hands as he gripped her. "Chodiye!" she whispered. (Leave me!).

"Lekin main tumse milne ayaa hoon," he explained. (But I have come to meet you)

"Haan par yahan nahi," she insisted. (yes but not here)

"I know," he replied. He opened his hand and showed her the key to the room at the hotel.

She shook her, indicating a firm no.

A passing colleague saw that and stopped to ask, "Any problem?

"Babuji, don't make a scene here," she pleaded.

"That is why I am saying just come with me," he replied firmly. Suddenly his voice had eh authority of the village landlord, which eluded him in the anonymity of the city.

She gripped his arm to lead him to the reception area. "Aap idhar baithiye, mai zara bol ke aati hoon," she said. (You sit here while I go inform my boss.) As her hand tried to close around his arm she found the bulge of muscles and thickness of his arm was too large for her small, soft hands. But of course, she remembered having clutched him in various stages of passion and had found him to be large and hard everywhere. What a body! How could the son of such a man be so soft and fleshy?

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She shook herself back to reality as she felt unwelcome warmth spread through her body. She would leave her father-in-law in the reception and go call her husband Pritam. She would get him to come to the hotel immediately and that would make her feel more secure. It would certainly scotch any plans this dirty old man had. For months now she had kept away and neither did she have any plans in the near future to go visiting. Her sexual encounters at her in-laws' place had almost entirely been risqué and taboo.

"Pritam! Your dad is in town," she told her surprised husband. "I don't know what it is about, I thought you would know."

"Neither do I," replied the surprised husband. "When did he come?"

"Just now," said Binita, "and he says he has checked in at Hotel Raj International near my office."

"Why wont he stay at home?" asked Pritam.

"How would I know? Anyway, he wants to meet us there. Please come there quickly," said Binita.

"I have some meeting lined up. Let me try," said Pritam, completely puzzled by his father's behavior.

As Binita replaced the receiver and turned around, she was startled by the towering broad figure of her father-in-law who was standing close behind her. She felt her face go red and her ears were burning.

"Babuji! Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain?" she stammered. (Babuji, what are you doing here?)

"Tumne usey kyoon bataya," asked Thakur. (Why did you tell him?) "You and I have a special relationship, isn't it?"

Much as she wanted to deny it, something inside her prevented her from rejecting that special relationship to his face. That 'something' had tortured her for all the time she had stayed away from him. There were days when she ached for his powerful and vigorous fucks. There were times when Pritam was inside her and she found herself comparing the yawning stretch of her pussy to the thickness of Thakur's cock. And there were days when, desperate to simulate her love-sessions with her father-in-law, she used a cylindrical bottle of lotion from her dresser and masturbated herself. Mere masturbation would not do; to mimic that he-man, she also needed to pinch her nipples and maul herself so she would feel his vigor.

The violent masturbation sessions helped. Binita had managed to control, if not put away her feelings of lust and desire. She fully intended to stay away so that the illicit feelings would not receive any fresh fuel.

And yet, when Thakur was face to face, she found it difficult to tell him off. In fact, that was the reason she stayed away.

He reached for her wrist and with a sense of ownership gripped her in his large rough hands. "Chalo!" he commanded here. (Come!) And he walked out of that office, with his daughter-in-law in tow. She was pink with embarrassment. She was demure in office and was not known to be loud, except in business meetings when her aggression shone through. She wanted to be her natural demure self as a daughter-in-law but the aggression she had shown in confronting the Thakur who was opposed to the marriage had led to the explosion of lust between them. And try as she might, she could not put Thakur's uncorked lust back. He took several women from the staff and the village and she knew him to be indifferent. There were favorites, but no fixations. It seemed to be different in her case.

Binita suddenly felt that all eyes were on her and she hated the thought. She decided to quickly leave with the insistent man and avoid any scene at her place of work. In any case, Pritam would arrive at the hotel and that would prevent any moves from Thakur.

Or so she thought. The first thing the Thakur did on arriving at the hotel was to leave instructions at the reception. "Mera beta abhi ayega. Unko idhar rok lo, aur mujhe phone karma. Bahu aur mai nichey aakar ham sab baahar jayenge," he told the front office staff, leaving a large generous tip. (My son will come here shortly. Hold him here and give a me a call so we can all leave for an outing.)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

They entered the lift to go up to the lavish suite which Thakur had taken. Binita went to the far end of the lift. Thakur silently reached out for her and gripping her arms made her stand in front of him. He decided to make his intentions clear to the girl by holding her close and letting their bodies touch. She may have reduced the time he had but he fully intended to use that time. Now he would have to be quick. Binita felt her father-in-law lean into her. She felt the familiar thickness press along her ass. she shivered, hating herself for all those nights when she had wanted to feel this.

She wriggled and tried to free herself from his grip. All she succeeded in doing was rub her ass against the engorged, trapper monster in its lair. Thakur's lips went to her ears, "Don't tell me you didn't want to feel this?" he whispered, thrusting himself at her.

His cock was impossibly large and this what he liked about Binita. There was an excitement that made him more of a man than any other woman he spent his lust on. she was special. May be because she was illicit. But more likely because she and he were bodily built for each other.

Binita was trembling with anticipation as they entered the plush suite. She knew he was going to unpeel her layers of restraint and expose her raw sexual desire. Her mind was spinning and her thoughts were torn between resistance and expectation.

She crossed her arms across her breasts and held her shoulders, signaling to him that she was out of bounds. "Who abhi aate hee hongey," she mumbled. (He will be here soon.)

Thakur, inflamed as he was with desire was even more agitated at the thought of being thwarted. He pushed the girl against the wall, rough in the way he handled her. "Babuji!" she protested. "You are hurting me!"

"I never heard you complain of that when I have used this to push you," he hissed, his face close to hers, his hand taking her hand and leading it to feel the contours of his massive erection he now sported. Her fingers were in a clenched fist. He let her knuckles feel the cylinder of flesh. Binita stared into his lust-filled eyes. His breath had the sweetness of paan in it. She knew those lips and that tongue of his but she didn't want any further dealings of that sort.

But her loins were inflamed and she felt herself juicing up. This was the problem zone for her. She needed to hold out and this could be conquered. Thakur needed to be given the message that their encounters were a thing of the past. She had never told him plainly. She now needed to. As she opened her mouth to talk to him, he moved.

His head moved past her breasts, which were tight in that t-shirt she had chosen for the day. Why today of all days for a t-shirt she cursed herself. He knelt in front of her and buried his face in her crotch. The material of the jeans prevented him from using his tongue and he cursed her inwardly. If she had worn a churidar, he could have lipped her through the layers. Damn these Western clothes. He used his entire face to massage her crotch, hoping to melt her resistance. The last time, too, she had resisted and it had seemed to him like a game she played with him. But combined with her staying away, it seemed his daughter-in-law was breaking free. And a Thakur never let his prey go free...

His hands reached up and searched for the edge of her t-shirt. Her hands were on his head pushing him away but useless against his strength. He pulled at the t-shirt which was tucked in. she held his hand trying to stop him from doing what he was. She tried to break his grip on her by interlacing her fingers with his. He allowed her fingers to interleave his. He opened his hand and now he had her palm against his. Success! Any flesh to flesh contact was a route to lust. He ground his palm against hers while using his other hand to coax the t-shirt out of the jeans.

That there were erogenous zones between her fingers and on her palm was something that was a discovery to her. Thakur slid his fingers between hers, as if they were sexual organs. She felt shivers run through her body. She closed her eyes, her other hand clutching at the hair on his head. Was he winning? She wondered.

The answer came when his other hand found the gap between t-shirt and jeans and his hand slid around her waist. Binita gasped and her body hunched over that of her father-in-law. His coarse, callused palms played havoc with her soft, silky skin and Binita felt herself melt. It was time to take the battle to his camp. "Babuji!" she groaned. "Yeh sab galat hai!" (This is all wrong.)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He undid the button of her jeans and sighted the lace top edge of her pink panties. She looked delectable in these beautiful undergarments thought Thakur. The village belles whom he routinely fucked were directly accessible under their skirts. Binita was not. She almost always wore panties. It was an obstacle but he loved the way she looked in them and maddened him. Strange things, he pondered. Wearing them only hastened the need to remove them.

He pulled at the top edge but it could hardly be peeled down as the jeans were hugging her tight. Both of his hands raced up under the t-shirt to her breasts as he nuzzled her underbelly with his face. She was aromatic, and even here he could smell that she had started to juice up.

As he felt her torso, he found the lower edge of the bra. He slipped his hands under. The straps dug into Binita and she whimpered half in pain, half in delight. Soon the elastic stopped biting into her as the hands slid into the cups. Her breasts were in his hands and he kneaded at them with vigor.

"Babuji, aap sun nahi rahe," she complained. (You are not listening to me.)

"Nahi," he confirmed. (No, I am not.)

His thumbs found her nipples and he toggled on them as he felt her soft flesh in his hands. Binita felt as if triggers to her passion were being fired and suddenly the yawning gap between her legs opened further. Involuntarily, her legs spread. The expert lover that he was, the signal was not lost on Thakur. It was this way in which her father-in-law read her body which she missed in her husband.

His hands left her breasts. Binita groaned at that. She didn't need him to stop now. Her nipples and receptive flesh ached for the touch again.

Thakur busied himself with pulling the jeans down from the hips. Her hands left his head and grabbed at his wrists trying to stop him. "Ruk jaiye! Yeh sab naa jayi hai," she pleaded. (Stop. All this is illicit.)

That infuriated him. Still kneeling, he reached up to the neckline of her t-shirt. He stretched the fabric to its breaking point and then ripped it down. He stood up. The girl was shocked, leaning against the wall on her shoulders. His hand went behind her and he pulled her ass off the wall. Then he pushed the jeans down past her hips. It got stuck at her thighs. Binita refused to help him. Thakur then pushed up her bra, forcing her breasts out of the cups and under the elastic. He was unwrapping his parcel. When the time came he would need those nipples in his mouth.

He knelt again and pulled the jeans down. Binita raised one leg, then another. She was scared at this anger. Worried about what she would do if he damaged her clothes. She was now in her panties. Thakur furrowed his head to her crotch and bit at her pussy. She gasped at his naked aggression and the waves it sent through her.

His nose dug into her cunt through the fabric of the panty. Thakur was checking out her readiness. The bitch! She was damp. She was ready. This was the second time her body had shown her readiness even as she resisted.

He was furious. She was wasting precious time. She did not realize how much he needed to fuck her. Or she needed to fuck him. He would teach her a lesson. He pulled down her panties and they rolled up tight around her thighs. As his hands tightened around the fabric, Binita feared he might destroy that garment too. Meekly she raised one leg then another to remove the garment. When she raised her leg, Thakur could see her pussy agape. He teased her lips with his fingers. As soon as the panties were off, he stood up.

"It has all been one big mistake," rued Binita as she fought off the tears welling her eyes. If she had not encouraged her father-in-law after that first spontaneous encounter, she wouldn't be in this situation today. And who was to blame for the spontaneity of that first instance? It was as if cotton and match had been brought together.

Hands went under her and Binita was lifted off the ground and pressed back against the wall, right next to the door to the room. His hands gripped the back of her thighs as he lifted her so that the legs spread as much as they would. Binita refused to lift and wrap the legs around his hips. she would do nothing to help him she decided, even though her cunt had decided otherwise; it was flowing like a river to welcome the invader.

She was laid back against the wall like a frog, open, with her toes pointing downward. She trembled and her pussy quivered, knowing that an assault was imminent. The quivering caused more juices to flow for which Binita was glad because she knew she needed lubrication to imbibe that weapon. Resistance was going to be futile because she now how strong he was. A less open cunt would make him cum quick given his state of excitement, she reckoned.

He could feel her weight and it made his task tougher. But he was up to it. His cock was rock hard, jutting upward, as ferocious and as angry as he was. With her legs slumped down the only help he was going to get in penetrating her was the excited, open-petal state of her lips. If she had held her legs wide and over his hips they would have parted further; but that was not to be.

Thakur slid one arm lower under his daughter-in-law so that he could control her weight with one hand. With his other hand he held his aching cock and pushed apart her leg as far as he could, lodging the ram at the gates. He then grabbed her ass in both hands and held her hard against the wall and himself and thrust upward. The thick, brutal cock parted her lips with ease as her pussy surrendered to his invasion. Far from making him cum, the rapid spreading of her tightness caused her to shudder. Her hands which had been idle, grabbed his strong shoulders as the daughter-in-law tried to climb on top of her father-in-law and gain some control over the situation.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

But that was not to be. Far from it, her pussy, even though it was flowing was not prepared for the assault. Binita should have known- her Babuji was such a bull; even though she had memories which made her horny, her body had forgotten the exact physical impact of the man. As the large head reared its head up into her womb at the top of the fuck, Binita gasped. She felt touched everywhere. Her cunt exploded when she least expected it.

As the unexpected waves lashed her body, her nails sunk into his back. Her legs spontaneously lifted and she pushed her toes downward, arching her pussy over the cylinder inside her. 'Babuji!" she screamed, unmindful of the risk of being heard in the corridor outside.

"Tumhe yeh nahi chahye?" asked Thakur, every word punctuated with an unrelenting thrust. His eyes were focused on the young girl's face which was screwed up tight as the searing pleasure extracted its price. (Don't you want this?)

"Gaaaaa!" she went, as she lost control of her facial muscles. In desperation she closed her teeth on his shoulder, biting him. Her saliva soaked his kurta but that was nothing compared to the drenched state of his pubic hair. She was pouring and the cum was running down his balls and dripping to the carpet below. "Unhhh!" she screamed through clenched teeth as her body opened out like a storm cloud. The precipitation of her desire was instant and plentiful.

She had been incredibly tense in the walk up to the hotel. She was tense about avoiding him and about the arrival of Pritam. Later, she became tense about the inevitability of an encounter. And then the tension of his assault. The orgasm which swamped her was unwanted and she hated it. The pleasure was intense and she hated the fact that her Babuji was so enjoyable. She wished he was repulsive, then she could resist successfully. On the contrary, he was all man and every time he reminded her how intense and beautiful sex with him could be.

The release of tension caused her to swoon. She was in a daze as she felt the cock pound into her and extract orgasm after orgasm while the man inside her, her father-in-law was undiminished.

Binita slid to the floor in a heap as the complete weight of her body came onto Thakur and he slowly allowed her to slip. She was on her knees briefly and Thakur was hopeful that his glistening, smeared cock which was bobbing in her face would get attention. But Binita just slumped to the floor.

Thakur watched his son's wife slumped on the floor. Her ragged t-shirt was still around her shoulders and her untouched breasts were weighed toward the floor. The nipples seemed erect from the arousal. He looked at the beautiful, ravaged woman; he had seen her transformed from angry aggressive girl to a beautiful, blossomed woman. Sweat dripped from his brow. His own dhoti was unraveled and he stood with his cock, hard and proud as ever, the kurta going over it like a towel on a clothes hook. The lower edge of his kurta was damp with the juices, trapped as it was between the dueling bodies.

He stood there breathing heavily from his exertions for several minutes. When she did not stir, he started to worry. He knelt down next to her and putting a hand on her hip rocked her gently to rouse her. When he tried to roll her on her back, Binita felt he might get between her legs. She moved on to her knees to get up. Enough was enough.

All it did was expose her well-fucked cunt and her ass to her father-in-law who himself was on his knees behind her. He grabbed her hips, the sight of her sexy wide hips and ass giving him an invitation. He was between her legs, not from front but from behind. Binita tried to crawl away but he moved forward with her. Holding her hips, he moved himself as close as he could. Holding his cock downward he closed the gap between them completely and let go of his cock.

The cock reared upward and came to rest alongside, parallel to her cunt. She felt the hot rod against her lips. She looked down below and past her hanging breasts and bra she could see the large round head. He wanted to take her doggy style but she was not going to let him. She knew he would need her help to penetrate. Unless she reached under and held his cock and guided it to her cunt this angle was impossible. At his size, even more so. She and her husband Pritam had once had a failed attempt after he had tried it, inspired by a porn film he had seen on a trip.

That was the logic Binita applied. Her move forward had brought her against sofa in the room and she now raised her body and hands rested on the sofa. Surely, she could now successfully get up. A strong hand on the nape of her neck held her down.

Thakur reached between them to get his cock moving. He raised on leg onto his foot so he had space to search out her pussy with his cockhead. His cock was clammy and most with the flow from her. Eyes closed and mind concentrating on what his cock head was feeling out, Thakur kept the girl down as he ached to get back into her.

This time she seemed tighter; Binita screamed, "No!" The bitch was always resisting and he made a note that when sanity returned he would talk to her on why she held back what was clearly special between them.

She wriggled and he brought his strength to bear on her prone form. He pulled back a little as he felt his foreskin being stretched backward. He withdrew and felt her resistance drop. Eyes still closed he felt out her cunt. "God, was it so difficult only because of the heat of passion? Or because of the position? At least the girl could cooperate!" he fulminated. He knew the position was doable because one of the saucier women in his circle had once ridden him to a wild high. But back then he was lying down and she was facing away... same thing...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He dipped into her cunt and found her wet as ever. Perhaps that wetness was not reaching the outer lips. He used two fingers to collect a smear from her cunt and applied it to his cock. He also gave himself relief from his pent-up state by stroking himself. It brought some of his own precum to the fore. "It should be easier now," he thought to himself.

When he thrust forward Binita was least expecting it. When he had withdrawn, she thought he had realized his mistake. But now, with no warning, he entered the wrong hole and facilitated by the added wetness, he sank in. when he was stuck, he just pushed with his brute strength. The tight, virgin sheath expanded to accommodate him. But the shock waves it sent through Binita were largely painful, tinged with pleasure.

"Babuji! Aap galat jagah ghus gaye ho!" she wailed.

Thakur gasped in horror, unable to stop as he felt amazing pleasure from such a tight clasp of his cock. Perversely, he also thought the girl deserved it. It would not have happened if she had just cooperated. But he also worried about hurting her; he knew his cock was thick for her cunt itself.

Binita wriggled like a fish speared on a hook. She had seen this in porn movies and wondered what pleasure the woman got. She could imagine the man's state. But for the woman? Her body answered the question as her cunt and clit started to throb. Her entire perineum was stretched and the vibrating massage through the wall separating her cunt energized her. She wanted to be touched. She reached back for Babuji's hand to guide him to the clit.

Thakur jerked a few times rapidly deriving his pleasure. The moment sanity returned he started to pull out. Binita's hand which was traveling backward sensed the imminent departure. No! this was not the moment to leave. She reached further back and grabbed his ass and held him there.

"Ab chod hi do!" she begged him. (Now you might as well fuck me properly there!)

Thakur was mad enough with lust. He reached under and grabbed the breasts swinging like pendulums. He thrust in and out of his daughter-in-law. He had violated her in every way and today it had taken a turn he himself had not anticipated. The breasts themselves received no attention from him other than being used as handles. Binita would have loved him to pinch her nipples hard, milking them as it were. But she also wanted him in her cunt and his cock in her mouth. Right now she wanted him everywhere and in every orifice.

Tears ran down Binita's cheeks. She was delighted from the sexual release which coursed through her body. She cried in a mixture of feelings. Joy at the sexuality. Twinges of pain from the violation. Sadness that it was an illicit relationship. An ache that Pritam was not half the man his father was. And a release of tears as all her bodily fluids were on release. Her nipples throbbed and she felt they too would burst forth with milk if that were possible.

Suddenly she wanted to feel his weight on her. She wanted those nipples to be milked by his lips. She wanted to devour him. And she worried that now not enough time was at hand to do all the things she wanted to do and have done. Reaching behind her hand crept between them. As Thakur mindlessly slapped his stomach on her ass she ringed his cock. That slowly reduced the depth of his fucking. When she formed a fist, the fucking was just at the orifice. She felt her flesh close back from the evacuation. The stretching had released pleasure. Once the pleasure receded, the pain came to the fore. She was sore and it was going to be a while before she was healed.

But right now her priorities were different. She sat on the sofa with the Thakur still kneeling on the floor. He moved forward. She lifted his kurta off and had him bare bodied. That was needed, her breasts needed to feel him. She pulled him closer and held his head to her breasts.

"Babuji! Milk me," she asked. Thakur scooped her small breasts in his hands, kissing one then the other. Then, as if slurping at an ice cream cone, he sucked in all of her breast. He let it out with a plop. Then sucked it in again. As he let it out, his lips pressed hard, pulling the flesh outward, with the nipples running through the tight 'o' of his lips.

Binita shuddered at each plopping out of her breast. Her legs, till now closed, opened out to the baby-man and wrapped itself around his body. Her wet open cunt grazed his torso smearing him with herself.

She lay back on the sofa and dbangd one leg on the back rest. Her other leg was on the floor. She could not have been open any wider. She reached for his kurta which was at hand and wiped herself dry. She wanted to feel every inch of that monster ream every inch of her throbbing pussy.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thakur drank in the sight of his daughter-in-law, lewd, depraved and asking. Her face was stained with tears but her eyes were sparkling with joy and desire. She wanted him. He wanted her to want him.

Rising to the task, he too placed on foot on the ground and with the other knee digging deep into the sofa the father-in-law sank into his daughter-in-law. Binita's hands went around holding him.

"Now. Fuck me!" she commanded, taking charge of the proceedings.

Thakur moved his hips in rhythm sliding in and out of the girl. Wetness returned with rapidity as both were now in full flow. The sofa squeaked rhythmically from his thrusts. She held his head and brought his ear to her lips.

"Yahi chahte hain na aap? Din aur raat? Har waqt? Ki apni bahu ko choden?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch as each thrust of his raised her to a new level of arousal. (This is what you want, isn't it? Day and night? All the time? To fuck your daughter-in-law?).

"Toh lee jiye!" she offered herself, thrusting upward at his downward plunging cock. (So take me!). The unexpected counter-assault from her had him gagging.

"Kyon? Aap ki khudh ki dawa sambhali nahi jaa rahi?" she teased him. (Why? Can't you handle a taste of your own medicine?)

Provoked, he tried to ram down on her harder. She laughed, her tone tinkling. It was so much easier if you accepted what was coming; better still if you rejoiced in it an welcomed it, thought Binita as she watched her father-in-law groan. She had thwarted his attempt to pound her by grabbing his cock and tightening her fist. Thakur hated losing his vitality to her fist when what he really wanted was her cunt.

He held himself to her lips and she outwitted him once again, this time grabbing his shoulders and thrusting upward to claim his cock with all of her cunt. Thakur spasmed. This was his Binita; at her best she was simply able to take control of him. His cock seemed ready to let go of its load under her assault. His hand went under her and he cupped her bottom. He clung to her as she expertly moved her hips, clenching and unclenching her cunt at the helpless cock.

And then the phone rang.

Thakur leaned over Binita's head to reach for the side table where the phone sat.

"Haanji," he muttered into the instrument. (Yes.) "Haan, phone dijiye unko." (Yes give him the phone.) it was the husband of the woman who he was fucking -- who was fucking him?

Binita wrapped her legs around his hips which were now at a higher level. She lifted herself off the sofa and clinging on to him, made him re-enter her.

"Beta!" groaned the Thakur, the pleasure making him shudder even as he answered his son who was on the phone. (Son!)

"Babuji. Aap theek toh hain?" asked Pritam, worried to hear the strain in his father's voice.

"Haan, haan," he blabbered. (Yes, yes.) the 'yeses' were more for his daughter-in-law who was expertly milking his cock from beneath him. It took all his strength to hold himself up on one hand but it was worth doing. He was thankful for his routine body building sessions. They always came in handy with the more vigorous women he fucked. And none so energetic and vivacious as Binita.

"Main upar aun?" asked Pritam.

"Na.... heeeeeeeee," croaked the elderly man as his son's wife launched a new assault with her fingers. "Hum neeche aa rahe hain." (No. We are coming down.)

"Binita aap ke saath hai?" enquired the son, asking about his wife. (Is Binita with you?)

"Haan, ham saath hain," he replied. (yes we are together.) His son had no way of knowing how close together they were. His cock was swollen with his cum and the head was rearing into her womb. An explosion now would drench her insides with his cum, any minute now. Couldn't the bastard just hang up, he cursed.

"Theek hai. Main yahan wait kar raha hoon.Ki upar aun?" persisted Pritam. (All right. I am waiting here for you. Or should I come up?)

"Ham tayyar hain, bas aa rahe hain," replied thakur in a wobbly voice. (No I am ready. We will come immediately.) And he was indeed ready to cum but not without the unpredictable bitch who was assaulting him. He had to repay her in the same coin.

Dropping the receiver with a clatter, Thakur reached between the two sweaty bodies to find Binita's clit. He thumbed it. She shuddered. His thumb smeared the juice from her wet clit onto her torso. Then he toggled her nipples, seeking her release.

She clutched at his ass, squeezing and releasing hoping to make him cum. Her fingers teased his anus, perhaps she could avenge herself. The probing there made Thakur unclench his ass. it was the beginning of his loss of control.

He let himself drop onto her. The fucking became less playful and more earnest. His ear was back near her lips and Binita couldn't stop muttering obscenities and endearments to him.

"Haan chodiye apni bahu ko. Dijiye usey apna lund. Dijiye mujhe apna beej. Thokiye. Aur thokiye!" her voice rose to a scream. Her nails were now hurting him as she took her pleasure and mauled him. (Yes fuck your daughter-in-law. Give her your cock. Give me your seed. Hammer me. Hammer me more.)