Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As she changed angles to give herself respite the cock chanced to caress her clit and the woman shuddered. Giving herself up to her own pleasure again she ground down in that angle again and again. She recognized the welling up pleasure as coming from the same area of her pussy that the research student had previously tongued. She recognized the swelling orgasm and felt that squirting in orgasm was imminent.

Her thighs ached while her pussy throbbed. She knew she needed her husband to cum. She sucked in her breath and mercilessly lifted herself off him. She grabbed the flailing cock. It was slick and creamy with a mix of their juices. Expertly, she felt the cockhead with her thumb. She looked closely at the professor and watched him shudder uncontrollably each time she ran the ball of her thumb on a particular spot on his cockhead. Her cunt needed to massage that spot repeatedly for the professor to finish. And she also wanted to cock to rub her clit with each thrust of hers.

When she worked out the angles, she found she needed to mount him front to back. She swung around and holding professor's ankles, again descended on his now-impatient cock.

She now commenced fucking him with the same methodical rhythm. The stamina she had gained in the gym came in handy as she maintained the beat, as if she were on a marathon run. Her clit swelled and glistened as it rode the cock.

The orgasm which she had sacrificed by climbing off his cock resumed and she felt herself coming close to release.

"Are you coming dear?" she asked, gasping.

The professor nodded in affirmation. His eyes were on his wife's back, the flare of her hips, her buttocks and his cock smashing up between her legs as she fucked down on him.

"Yes," he gasped, even as the final release eluded him.

"Oh, ma!" wailed Nalini as she felt her cunt walls melt. She thrust with intense concentration as she struggled between release and the need to cross the threshold that would make her amber liquids squirt. She was desperate to go over the edge. But not before the professor was ready to finish. Her limbs ached and her pussy was wonderfully sore. She could take no more.

"Yes, dear!" called out the professor, desperate to cum. His mind went back to the young researcher Sheela. He thought of fucking her. His cock swelled. Nalini felt the swelling and gasped.

"Yaaah!" she bellowed and her cunt exploded. She clenched her pussy and the squirt shot out of her. Professor felt the warmth of her liquids drenching him and his own orgasm arrived as a melting of his cock. It was as if their roles reversed. Nalini fucked and clenched. She spurted like a male might. Several times in quick succession. She felt her cunt release itself on the cock it was grabbing in its fold. Professor felt his cock melt and give him a female-like release.

He could only reach his wife's hips though he wanted to cling to her. She was holding onto his ankles for dear life as she thrashed around with no control of any kind at all.

The professor tried to sit up but fell back when he realized that sitting up gave him less depth in her cunt. He did not want to end up shallow in her. He wanted to go deep. He fell back and summoning his strength he thrust up. Timing it perfectly he pushed up and deep into her. He released cum as high up in her pussy as might have been possibly.

Nalini sucked her breath in and screamed in her throat as she felt his cock sear up into her. She had lost count of the times she came from the number of different places she had felt his cock caress.

They beat into each other a few times. Both needed to hug the other. Nalini pulled herself off and turned around. She did not expect it but the professors cock could not retain its body after a second release -that too, so intense and quick. She could not mount him back. There was not enough of an erection to mount.

In desperation she ground her pussy against his thigh, smearing him with her flows and even releasing back his own semen on his body. She ground herself and pleasured her cunt lips on the hardness of his thigh. He reached between them and massaged his cock as it released its remaining spunk.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She reached between and rubbed her clit. In the final throes of their release both masturbated gently to extract every last ounce of pleasure. They shuddered in each other's arms. They held each other close. Each gasped, fingers expertly manipulating their own body. And clutching on to the other. Each milked themselves like only they could do to themselves. The release was full, complete.

With that completion, they fell asleep. They woke hours later. It was dark outside. Their bodies were stained with their dried fluids.

She marveled at the control she had taken of the fucking. She should have done this before.

While the rice for dinner was cooking in the pressure cooker she took a moment to write to Sunil. He was not online. But when he did log on later, the message was waiting for him: "Yes, I enjoyed the control and the pleasure I got from it."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Talk and Action Ch. 05

Sunil could take no more. The woman Nalini was a mystery. Was she really a babe in the woods or was she playing him? A 50 year-old woman, a mother of kids must be sexually aware enough. And yet, the questions she asked!

Quite apart from that were the reports of sexual activity she kept filing with him. Those which involved her husband - like when she masturbated him, like when she rode him on top - were brief but left nothing to imagination. And those that involved the research student - her leaving the camera on showed him that she was willing to go to new lengths, even if he accepted her lack of knowledge and experience in matters sexual.

Time and time again, Sunil felt that others benefited from the opening out of his virtual lover Nalini. But she was not lover enough to him. Today, he wanted to change that.

"I want to fuck you," he said to her bluntly, right at the start of the conversation. If she was going to get upset so be it. He had in any case gained nothing from being careful with his choice of words. He made her use words that she preferred to hear. It was a conscious decision on his part that only she gets to up the ante. He figured that he would seduce her, and safely and surely dock her into a position where she would want him enough for him to make the short travel to her university town.

"Don't use such words, na!" she cooed. "Say it differently." There was the invitation.

"I could say 'make love to you'. Enter you. Take you. Fill you," he said. With each phrase his erection filled out. His erections were so frequent it was more relevant to ask him when he had not masturbated rather than when he had.

"So, say that, then," she said.

"It does no justice to the way I want to do you," he replied.

"And 'fuck'?" she pronounced the word with an extra animation of her lips, her eyes boring into him across the internet through the computer screen.

Warming to the moment he had been waiting for days now, Sunil leaned forward and said, "'Fuck' conveys the vigor of what I want to do to you."

"Oh, Sunil," whispered Nalini with a shiver. "Tell me, how do you want to do it to me?"

"I want to ravage you. Plunder your pussy. Let you feel the full length and hardness of how I become when I think of you," he said.

"And how do you become when you think of me?" she asked, leaning forward. The top hung open and her massive breasts showed themselves in their glory. He looked down her blouse and took in the sight of those mammaries he so thirsted for.

"I can't show you," he said, shy of revealing himself to her.

"Why?" she asked, glancing down at herself to see if she was indeed showing her breasts to him as best as she could without undressing.

"No, I want you to see it for yourself in person," he said.

"And then what will happen, Sunil," she asked in a sultry voice.

"I will become harder still and pound into you," he said.

"Then do me!" she declared.

Sunil's hand went under the cloth covering his cock and he gripped his erection once again. He started stroking himself. It was obvious to Nalini as to what he was doing.

She lifted her caftan enough to bare her breast. Holding it in one hand she offered him the swollen teat. "Here, Sunil. This is what I want you to suck. Treat it good Sunil," she begged him.

He stared back at the screen. The nipple was luscious and he wanted her madly. He masturbated harder.

"Are you?" he gasped.

"What?" she asked as she squeezed her teat as if extracting milk.

"Pleasuring yourself?" he asked.

She nodded silently. Her other hand was rubbing her pussy. Fingers dipped in brought out juices and then used it to lubricate the movement over the clit. She sighed her pleasure.

"This is where," gasped Sunil, "I fuck you. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck" he exclaimed as his hand flew over his cock. He closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm.

And then he heard her loud exclamation. Oh great! She seemed to be cumming with him! He opened his eyes and found that that was not the exclamation was about.

Nalini had been interrupted. She now had her back to the computer camera. A man was in the room.

"What are you doing here?" she was asking.

"Sir asked me to get some papers, ma'am," stammered the man. One more research student of the professor's.

Sunil quickly turned off his camera even as he continued to pump his cock although a lot slower.

"But 'sir' did not phone me," said Nalini, trying to make sure her breasts were covered and that her erect nipples were not showing through the fabric. She had been on wanton lusty display to Sunil. And this young man who had intruded into her house was not the tame student she had previously carefully selected for her experiments.

This guy seemed to be one of the professor's more loutish students, an unlikely persona for a research assistant. He was built more like a wrestler. And as with the Indian tradition of wrestling was simply large and beefy.

The student's eyes were on Nalini's luscious breasts. Everything he had heard of her seemed true. Lascivious eyes consumed her and the lusty young man's imagination did the rest.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You are right," he said. "I came for you." His English was just about there. He was heavily accented in North Indian tones. Clearly he was more rustic with just a technical knowledge of English as a language.

"Came for me," she repeated, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Yes," he said bluntly. "To phuck you." The pronunciation of the 'f' was how it came to him in his native dialect.

"Fa ...!" exclaimed Nalini. "What's wrong with you?" asked Nalini in shock.

In a testament to the plunging standards of the new crop of research students, the young man responded to Nalini very matter of factly.

"This!" he announced. He had pulled down his jeans and uncovered his erection.

Nalini gasped and Sunil on the other end of the line jumped up. But Nalini's gasp combined the shock of what the boy had done with surprise at the sight that she beheld.

His was a thick and imposing cock - not in length but together with the girth it looked like a weapon to bludgeon with.

"Nonsense," she said, not taking her eyes of him. She felt her slickness increase as her pussy responded to the sight of a virile young cock.

"Why madam," he asked, advancing on her.

"I know nothing of you," she said.

"I am a birgin. And I only take care of myself," he declared, pronouncing the 'v' of virgin as a 'b'. That should be everything she wanted to know in his worldview.

A virgin she thought staring at the monster, which now had a drop, stretching elastically down. She needed to clean the floors of that she thought, irrelevantly.

"You cannot be a virgin with that," she blurted out.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed as if he had chanced upon a math proof sought by his professor.

"I phuck" he declared again, advancing on the undecided woman. Nalini did not know how to react. She instantly knew that her choice of research student had been mistaken. The boy who she had breast-fucked could not have been discreet.

And yet, shorn of those pretenses she knew she was going to do more with the students. Her pussy flowed freely at the inviting sight of this monster in front of her. But she mentally had decided that she would tease and please, but not fuck anyone but her husband. Experimentation yes. But there had been a plan in her mind.

The wrestler student shuffled forward, restricted in his movements by the jeans around his ankles. The cock swung and waved with his movements. The streaky juices ran down to the floor in long stringy lines. He was messing up her floor for sure.

"Stop," she whispered, moving backwards and stumbling back and now she had her back to a cupboard. To Sunil the angle was now side-on. Sunil watched as the student moved in on his quarry. He wanted to say something but he had seen Nalini do this before. He was totally unsure whether she wanted this or not.

She outwardly did not want it. She protested. "I asked you to stop!" she pleaded.

"But I want to phuck," replied the wrestler simply, as if he was in a restaurant picking a menu item.

She looked down and saw the cock and for a moment she thought of how that would feel inside her. She had seen nothing in those proportions, much less experienced it. Her tongue flicked over her lips somewhat involuntarily. Her cunt however, was a soppy mass. Partially because it was already primed from her chat session with Sunil. But now also because of the promise of this cock.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that the camera was still on.

"You show me how to phuck," he declared. With considerable strength, he pulled at the caftan and it ripped. He tore it asunder from neckline to hemline and the professor's wife lay open to him. He bent down to remove his jeans. With no preliminaries he cupped her buttocks and lifter her up.

"I place you on my cock?" he half asked as he proceeded to lower her.

Nalini hung on to his shoulders and pleaded "Careful, careful."

"Careful of what?" asked the student.

"Don't hurt, don't tear me!" she gasped, as she felt the cock touch her ass and her outer lips. He held her hovering above his cock and it painted her with the streaky precum everywhere.

"No I wont hurt you. I will love you by phucking," he said, reflecting the single agenda on his mind.

"But you do have to be careful in doing that," she said holding on to his muscular shoulders. She had never felt such a strong hard body. And she marveled at how he held her like she was a toy or something. Her weight hardly bothered him.

"You lie back, I will take you in," she implored him.

"But that is not man phuck woman," he declared. From the part of the country where he came from, it was the man's job. "I enter you. Slowly and carefully, yes. But I enter you."

Nalini shivered and nodded her assent. Her pussy was being continuously probed and prodded at by the large bulb of the cockhead below as the negotiations went on. Her head was swamped by thoughts of how she was likely to be ravaged by that monster. She worried about how she was going to take what she wanted. Gone were thoughts of whether she wanted. Hanging on to the wrestlers shoulders she also knew that no other outcome was likely.

"So where are you?" he asked. Sunil watched in amazement as the strong young man lifted his Nalini like she was a doll in one hand. The student looked down between them to try and find Nalini's cunt and manipulate his cock to an entry position.

Nalini wrapped her one arm around his neck so she could prop herself fully and reached behind and under with the other arm. She could smell the reek of the arecanut, a mild intoxicant nut that was chewed by many. She wondered about the research student selection process and made a note to ask her professor husband about it. With the other hand she searched for and found the large intended-intruder.

She could barely hold the cock with two fingers. Given her position she was not able to hold the thickness of the shaft. From what she could feel and had seen it was unlikely her fist would close around the monster.

She just managed to hold enough to point the head at her lips. They nestled together and jostled.

Holding his head, she whispered into his ear.

"Now!" she commanded.

"Now what?" asked the student.

From where he was Sunil could see Nalini hanging on to the student. The student was holding her up as if she was a doll. And the large cock was nestling between her legs.

Nalini removed her head from where it was buried in this shoulder and looked him in the eye. Was he for real? So sure and insistent but this utterly clueless?

"How old are you again?" she asked, shaking her hair and laughing at him with her eyes. She looked fabulous. Dominated, beautiful. Held to ransom but also the more experienced. The dictated but also the teacher in the situation.

"I am a birgin I told," he replied. "Come on. Tell me," he begged her. "I have to phuck."

"Then thrust in, you silly fellow," she said. It was a mistake and she realized it only after ward.

For his size, she needed caution. That is why the young man had proceeded slowly. It was at her request. But now at her instruction, he clenched his buttocks and his cock reared up. Holding her buttocks in his large hands he brought her down as he simultaneously thrust at her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nalini screamed as the cock spread her apart. She felt searing pleasure and twinges of pain as her flesh was shoved apart by the invading column of thick, hard flesh.

"Oh, ma!" she cried out at the top of her voice. Sunil jumped as if he was going to run to her rescue. Her face was screwed up with the intensity of her pleasure, her eyes tight shut, her mind on the engorged beast embedded in her now.

The student stopped. His cock had gotten stuck and her cry made him unsure of shoving further as he actually wanted to. Pressing her legs on the back of his thighs Nalini hoisted herself up. She marveled at how much man there was and how she was able to use his body as a prop. Her pussy was now arched downward ready to take him deeper.

She was shivering from the size and the stretch. But aching from the lack of movement.

"Fuck me, you bastard," she implored him. And then she thrust down and shook in a series of explosions as the cock ravaged her to an instant series of releases.

"Oh, madam!" he howled as her cunt held him tighter than his fist ever had during masturbation. His fist did not have the heat, not the slickness and not the pulsating alive flesh.

He fucked her, thrusting his hips as he raised and dropped her buttocks, held captive in his large hands. She stopped her efforts as she felt the cock spread her, her flesh yield to accommodate him. Her legs were stretched out wide. The stretch made her spew her own cum, orgasming as she did countless times in a few short thrusts.

He moved her ravaged body up and down on his cock. To him, for this part, it was like his fist masturbating him, except he had replaced his dry lifeless hand with her warm bubbling cunt.

He growled and grunted as he felt the tight sheath pleasuring him.

They both took a few minutes to get accustomed and take the edge off what was happening between the large rampaging cock and the slithery accepting cunt.

And then she said, "lay me back!"

Sunil was deprived of his ringside view of cock reaming the cunt and Nalini hanging on for dear life.

She now was laid back head towards the camera and with the student facing the camera between her legs. Her caftan had of course been ripped down the front and lay beneath her otherwise attached to her body only at the shoulder.

He watched as the student lifted Nalini's leg over his shoulder and held the other leg wide apart. Nalini was grateful for she felt the need to spread as wide as she could.

The student gave no thought to the jiggling large breasts or the needs of the woman who lay below him. Standing on the floor, his cock embedded in his professor's wife, he pulled back slowly. He watched in marvel as the cock emerged from its lair coated with white fluid. It was a soppy mess.

Nalini raised her head to look down at the sight. It looked and felt like a piston in its chamber. She lay back with a contented sigh as her pussy closed in relief as he left her.

She yelped in shock when he thrust right back in one quick motion. She grabbed at his muscular arms to hold on. Unmindful of her, the student fucked the professor's wife as if he was a machine. His eyes were sharply focused on the movement between cock and cunt. He was seeking only his pleasure and nothing else.

There was no need for him to bother with anything else. The professor's wife, her cunt splayed open and its walls ravaged with the reaming, found herself cumming continuously.

He claimed to be a virgin but his staying power belied the fact that it was his first. He fucked her with an animal vigor which she instantly fell in love with. Given up her body to him, she took her pleasure which came in unstopping waves. At some point she threw her head back enough and looked up and back at the camera. Somewhere behind that screen was her online lover, masturbating for sure, she felt.

Nalini had also fallen in love with her own, newly discovered clitoral orgasm. She wanted that too, now. Knowing that the rampaging bull between her legs knew no reason she took it upon herself. Using her thumb she pressed downward from her pubis and when it reached the top of her cunt it had the effect of pushing the clit onto the path of the pillar thrusting in and out.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Like smoke from rubber hitting the road, Nalini's clitoral pulsations arose from the cock reaming the clit on its way in and out.

Her body started to gyrate on its own as her cunt exploded. The cock was relentless. The pussy and the clit were in 'on' mode. As much as he fucked, the more she wanted. She fucked back, turned, twisted and milked his cock. All the while her thumb made sure that the clit stayed in the line of fire.

The marauding student-wrestler was tamed by the convulsions of her cunt on his cock. Nothing he had been told ever mentioned that the woman's cunt could work on a cock like a snake tightly wound around. But this wondrous woman's cunt worked like that. He felt his pleasure mounting. Yes! This was what he had come here for! He wanted to cum in a woman!

She was howling out her orgasms. Sometimes low guttural moans. Some times shameless loud howls of pleasure. With one hand she held on to him and with the other she kept her clit in place.

The first time he convulsed with a small release, the student paused. Her eyes shot open blazing. She looked at him and commanded while her hips took up the role he neglected. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she ordered as she fucked his stationary cock.

Further tamed, the student obediently resumed. His body shook and shuddered. He wanted to pause at each pleasure point. But he was now wary of his the temper of the professor's wife.

He fucked on, feeling her twisting and turning, relaxing that his bout of pleasure was about to culminate.

He wanted it. It was his goal. But he did not want it either. He wanted to fuck this goddess forever. She too wanted him for longer. This specimen of manhood was awesome. She wanted the well-built youngster and felt her previously chosen student was a poor selection. And while she seemed to want the pleasure never to end she wanted him to cum as well. There lay the difference between the novice and the experienced. She knew that he could cum and she could still have him. And there were a variety of different ways in which she could have him.

He came, marveling at what this woman could do, even though it seemed to him that she was impaled and stuck on him with no wiggle space. He filled her and a squelchy mess resulted. The fucking continued and the sounds of the splattering reached Sunil's ears on the other side.

The air was also filled with 'oh's 'ah's ' umph's and various other sounds that emanated from the thrashing fucks that continued.

The wrestler bellowed out his big one, and Nalini gasped and clung on for her dear life as she felt the warmth surge and fill her completely.

Her own clitoral orgasm had preceded this, the flood and gush making for the complete mess of the sheets.

Like most men, he sagged and collapsed on her when he finished. Now he lay on her. He was heavy. She let him be. Even as his erection lost its body it still had volume. She cunt continued to convulse and she shivered on to that pulsating being inside her.

He never slipped out of her. He was large enough to 'stay'. Slowly, he began to snore. She felt his weight grow on her and pushed him on his back now. She stared in fascination as his cock lay on its side, in a semi erect state, sagging only on its own weight.

His snooze was real short; a petit mort as it was. He awoke to see the professor's wife near his cock. She was playing with him, his cock. Feeling it, measuring it, weighing it. Out of sheer curiosity she formed her now familiar 'o' and checked if it fit in her mouth. Her cheeks ached at the effort. She kissed the cockhead and stopped trying.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He reached for her head and tried to make her kiss him again, take him again. The cock had swollen to its previous state again.

But she could not. Not now. And she needed to check on Sunil and let him go, too.

She moved up to bring herself face to face with the prone student. "Today, only this much," said, patting the underside of his fully erect cock.

He started to reach for her, but she slapped his hand back. "There is lots I have for you," she assured him, squeezing the spongy mass with her hands. Yes, he was thick but she was able to handle him. "But not today."

She needed to assert herself in these experiments, of that she was very, very clear. There was only one way to get whatever she wanted and that was 'her way'.

The dazed student-wrestler had barely moved by the time he realized that his professor's wife was gone and she re-emerged in a new caftan. She lifted one leg on to the bed and nudged him to move on. The command and control was complete in the body language.

The student felt the need to protect what he had achieved in his audacious move today. He had been crazed enough with lust to try this stunt. He decided to count his blessings and wait for the next time.

After seeing him off, Nalini turned to the computer. Sunil was there.

"Hey! You there?" she asked, stating the obvious.

He was. He had already been at a high near cumming when the student had barged in. After a brief pause, when the raw and open display of sexuality came live on his screen, he had resumed masturbating and the sounds made him cum quick and big.

"Sorry! You saw what happened!" she offered by way of explanation.

He nodded dumbly.

"I guess that is what you meant by saying 'fuck, fuck, fuck'?" she said.

Again he nodded, speechless at the turn of events and the open display to him.

"Listen, I need to go wash up. And then he will be back," she said, her finger hovering over the disconnect button.

"You better plan your travel," she said to her online lover. "I owe you big," she promised him. It was part truth and part to mollify him for the moment.

"Shall I go, Sunil," she asked, her tone reverting to the sweet, innocent housewife one.

As her image disappeared, Sunil logged on to makemytrip.com to start to book tickets to the university-town.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Talk and Action Ch. 06

Nalini was shimmering and radiant. She was all dressed up to go for a wedding reception. She said (and Sunil no longer knew what to believe and what not) that she never used make up.

Her face was clear, bright and her eyes had more than the usual sparkle. Sunil thought he knew why. Nalini was enjoying orgasms that must have cleansed her body of every feeling and fluid other than those associated with joy and pleasure. Pores were open. Skin was clear. And she was enjoying herself. All that was visible on her radiant face.

“It shows on your face,” he told her.

“What?” she asked, ever the picture of innocence.

“That you are getting loads of it,” he said.

“Loads of what?” she asked.

“Loads of fucking,” he said thinking of the wrestler build student fucking her till she could cum no more.

“Loads of activity,” he said thinking of the time she had mounted her husband and tamed him to complete submission.

“Loads of release,” he said thinking of the manner in which she had made a student suck and manipulate her to release gallons of amber liquid in a clitoral release.

“Loads of cum,” he said thinking of the gobs of cum she had taken in her mouth, hand, and cunt and then he thought of the only orifice where she had not taken in a cock.

She stared back at him thinking. Then she broke into that dazzling smile.

“You are so mischievous!” she said.

“Not more than you! The way you mounted the professor,” he said.

“You know,” she exclaimed, leaning forward and he interrupted her.

“How would I? You never told me the details,” he complained.

“Oho! Don't interrupt my train of thought. You know, I discovered that I do not have to face him. The best angle if I face the legs. It resulted in …” she covered her face, overcome with what she nearly described.

“Resulted in what?” he asked.

“Chee! I can’t!” she said.

“You can actually do all that but when it comes to talking, you cannot talk about it?” he asked incredulously.

“No, I cannot,” she said.

“Let me guess,” said Sunil, all knowing. “He caressed you in places that make you cum big while you rubbed on what makes him cum. Right?”

She nodded, eyes downcast.

“You can get that same effect from having me fuck you doggy-style,” he said.

“What is that?” she shot him an eager look.

“I will tell you only if you promise to keep that for me,” he said.

“Arre, tell me, na!” she begged him.

“No. There has to be something that is all mine,” he insisted.

“Oho, okay, okay!” she said, not quite promising. “Tell me.”

“You get down on all fours,” he started his explanation.

Her eyes widened. “Like a dog! And you are under me?”

“No. Behind,” explained Sunil.

“Then?” she asked.

“So imagine. You were on him facing his feet. Suppose he had sat up, he would be behind you – but inside you, right?” he told her.

“Yes!” she nodded. Then remembering something, she added, “He tried! But as he got up he started to come out of me!”

“Yes, that is the complexity you have to manage. But if you can keep me in, I can fuck you and hit you in spots that you did not know existed,” he said.

She nodded. Unknown to him, she knew. Her clit had received so much of stimulation from the cock. And she had loved how she managed the entire dynamic of what touched her where and at what speed and angle.

Her pussy stirred. She wished they did not have to go to that wedding reception. Better still, if she could get the professor to come in for half an hour. He had said he would phone her and she should come out immediately. Just then she got a message on the phone.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Oh! He his going to get started from the university shortly,” she exclaimed. A change of topic. “You said nothing about my dress?” she complained.

She was elegantly turned out. She wore a jade necklace. Almost square, jagged pieces of jade, not quite regular and yet decreasing in size as they went up and around her neck. Her saree was a complementing shade of deep, blood red with sequins. That garment was amazing in itself. It covered everything and yet, left nothing to imagination. Through the fabric he could see her belly button which seemed to be designed to invite kisses.

Her breasts were wrapped in the upper portion of her saree but bulged. He could see the neckline of the blouse, which showed enough of the upper slopes. The blouse itself had no sleeves – it showed off her well-toned arms.

“You are fabulous!” he said. She held her arm out, putting the saree on display and turned around once. Her round, firm ass looked as if it was gift wrapped to be taken. As his eyes moved up from them he gasped at the vast expanse of inviting skin – it was a bare back blouse which just one tie holding it all together.

He thought of the size of the load that one solitary string had to carry on her chest and he wondered if it might not snap or unravel. His mind went to the scene in a Bollywood movie in which the leading lady held on to the front panels of her blouse, encasing and holding back her breasts as the man untied the string at the back.

He reached out and touched the screen. Nalini, the expert tease that she had become, arched her shoulders back so that the taut flesh on her back, creased along the spine and dimples formed on either side.

God, how he wanted to fuck her! In this attire, he wanted to take her from behind; that well-rounded silk wrapped ass seemed to ask for nothing else.

“You need to wear that for me when we meet!” he begged her, running the base of his palm on his completely erect but trapped cock.

“Of course, darling,” she said with a flourish of her saree, bringing it tightly to wrap around herself. It contoured her entire body to perfection, leaving nothing to imagination.

“But you know – I am not dressed up like this for nothing. I have to go now,” she said, leaning forward. Perhaps as a favor to her friend or perhaps it was her usual carelessness – her saree pallo slipped off her shoulder, her low cut blouse hung and he was treated to the sight of her breasts. She was wearing no bra beneath. He saw her nipples and when she laughed at him the mounds jiggled invitingly.

No bra! And then there was only that one small string at the back. Was she not taking too much of a chance? He asked her the question.

“It is called a bra-less blouse, silly! The cups are stitched in” she said. Thrusting the blouse and her chest at him she said, “Look! You cannot see anything.”

He stared at the luscious offering and wanted to reach through the screen and consume her. The neckline seemed to be more than a third down the way from her breasts and he guessed the areola surrounding the nipple was a fraction of a millimeter away from being exposed.

“But I am terrible at managing a saree, you know,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling. “I hope it does not unravel.”

To Sunil the entire set up seemed a recipe for disaster. He did not mind that as such. He just wanted to be there when it came off, so he could bundle her off and take her somewhere and fuck her till she could not walk and he could not cum any more.

And then someone called her from the porch of the residence.

“The professor has sent one of the students, I think. Let me see what he wants,” she said. Wrapping the silk tightly around her curvaceous, bouncing figure, Nalini left the room.

“But I am about to go out as you can see,” said Nalini over her shoulder as she came back into the room.

Behind her followed the research student who had the build of a wrestler. Nalini’s pussy tingled at the thought of how she had clung on to him while he went on a wild fuck-rampage with her the other day. Initially, she had been unenthusiastic. But finally she realized that he was thick, hard, virile and energetic: an unusual specimen in himself; more so among research students in the math department of the university.

“But you promised,” he mumbled dully, reaching down and squeezing his own hard on. This brazen and somewhat crude act was not visible to Nalini but Sunil saw it. His ears went red and he felt shocked at his own arousal. He moved to the edge of his chair. Nalini usually sprang surprises when something like this happened.

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“I promised nothing,” she said curtly. That day, when he invaded her cunt stretching it impossibly, she had been a reluctant participant at first. There was no foreplay, no nuance, no change of positions. Just raw, hard fucking. Given his proportions she needed no attention. She was squeezed full and every movement brought copious releases from her insides. Some expert manipulation by her own self took her to dizzying heights of pleasure after which she needed nothing else.

But when he rolled off her, that was the first time she got to inspect his cock. She toyed with it, feeling the dimensions, the thickness and tested it to see if it fit her fist. That caused him to swell back and want her again. But she had firmly and clearly sent him away, saying ‘another time’.

That did not constitute a promise. But like Sunil, like the other student, like her own husband, the wrestler-student too, now spent all his spare time fantasizing about her and masturbating. Once he had sunk into her hot throbbing flesh, his fist seemed hopelessly inadequate. He wanted the real thing.

“But I need you,” he pressed on. She turned to look at him. Sunil’s eyes wandered to the lovely expanse of her back and the luscious ass. As if on cue, the saree slipped off her shoulder and the student was treated the full sight of her breasts. The blouse itself was aggressively designed. To add to that, the breasts were not to be confined to any space by any sartorial device. They were meant to thrust out, invite, provoke and cause lust. They did.

From his height, he could see the beginnings of the areas around the nipple. She turned him on in every way. He had to have her. He interpreted the falling of the saree as an invitation to take her.

HE placed his hands on her shoulder and from Sunil’s vantage point the hands disappeared as the student slid them down to lift her breasts. He lifted them and they pushed upward beyond the neckline. Her nipple slipped out and he bent to suck on it.

“Stop,” she said, trying to push him away. Like the other day, he preferred to be insistent. He sucked it in fully, pushing the fabric away.

Nalini feared for her blouse and indeed, for her readiness. And the only reason she had got ready a lot earlier was to spend some time with Sunil. Otherwise, her husband would be home any time now to pick her up to go to the reception. He being an academic type did not plan on dressing up and had said he would call from the car outside.

At the same time, the student’s roughness with her, the memory of his cock and its extra tight fit inside her cunt made her slippery with fluids. This boy was a problem. He aroused her in no time at all. She had never wanted to fuck anyone else than the professor; only to play. Her mind told her that now that she allowed him to fuck her once, perhaps a second time did not matter. ‘No one else, ever” she told herself firmly, forgetting that Sunil was already planned to be ‘in’.

“Wait,” she commanded him. “There is a way to do this.” She thought of that fantastic scene she had seen between Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson. Jack forces himself on Jessica and she gives in to her lust. Wild sex results. She had wanted that for herself from the day she saw that movie. To throw everything around. To clear space. To mount her lover. To have him fuck up into her. To fuck herself down on him. And to cum in wild throes like Jessica did on screen. What a scene! What a movie! Now she had her chance. But she had to manage her saree and time.

She knew from the previous fucking that her own cumming and then his release would ruin the saree. She told him to stand where he was and not move an inch from there. She went and got towels. She then looked at the student, seriousness in her eyes.

“You will do exactly as I say if you want to get what you want,” she said firmly. “Now,” she instructed him. “Come behind me.” She turned towards the computer and kneeled on the bed. She was facing the camera and Sunil. She looked at Sunil, her face taut with the tension of her own desire. She wanted the pleasure but she also wanted done in time.

Sunil knew what was coming. She was going to break her promise to him that she would do some of the exotic sexual stuff only with Sunil.

The student came close and stood behind Nalini. Already, her heels were on either side of his legs. But he was the novice. The novice did not know that the professor’s wife was also trying this for the first time.

He placed his hands on her hips. She reached behind to grab his wrists. Holding his hands she reached below and gathered the hem of the saree and petticoat within. She brought his hands to the sides of her legs near the knee. She caressed herself using his hand as the medium. The roughness of his hands suggested a student who was not the pen and paper variety. The physique and build of a wrestler was matched by the coarseness of hand.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The coarseness served to caress her well. She shivered. Her face turned half back and she told him, “We cannot afford to mess up by readiness or dressing. ‘Sir’ will be coming soon to pick me up.”

“Now, you have to mount me from behind,” she said. The student looked down. Their hands, his held in hers, had lifted up her garments to bare her ass. She was as full behind, as rounded and as luscious as were her breasts. Except that the student-wrestler’s hunger was raw sex was yet to be slaked for him to pay attention to her lovely, curvaceous body and all its possibilities. But as a trained amateur wrestler he noted the taut muscles of her buttocks. He reached and gripped the orbs.

She dropped forward, on all fours as Sunil had tutored her. She then took care to bring forward her saree so that the lower part of her body was really bare. In the process her saree top had also fallen to the bed and her blouse had to carry the weight of her breasts. They sagged enough to give Sunil a full view of her glorious slopes. Except that the angle reduced the total illumination of the insides. Her nipples could have been seen had there been light.

“Are you ready?” she looked over her shoulder only to find that the student was still in his clothes. “Come on!” she said irritably. “Fuck me!” she said. She knew that was the shortest way to get him to undress.

He heard the ‘f’ word and had removed his clothes in a jiffy. Streaky fluids and the heavy cock swung like the formidable weapon it was.

“You have to find my … cunt,” she explained. She felt a bit impatient. There was hardly time for instruction given the urgency of the time constraint. His cock nudged her asscheeks smearing her with his precum. She sighed. She would have to find a way to prevent her saree from staining.

But the thickness and size brought focus to her mind. She wanted him in and quickly. Her pussy was soppy wet and ready in anticipation of the pleasure it was to receive. She spread her legs. She made space for him.

“Get in between my legs with your cock,” she hissed, looking back and then looking down, trying to get a sense of what was happening. She felt the broad cock between her legs, parallel to her cunt. Her juices smeared his cock but the desire-crazed youngster had no idea. Till he felt the tightness of her cunt nothing made sense to him. In the narrow passage between her legs, he felt pressure on either side of his cock he felt the urge to fuck. He thrust and felt good, groaning from the massaging of his cock.

“Wait, wait,” she stopped him. Reaching under and back she held his cock, which was barely within control of her two fingers. She managed to bring the head to her entrance. Triumphantly she announced, “Now! Fuck!”

The student thrust. It was a partial success. Success because the cock found its mark and nosed the pussy open. The success was only partial because of the sheer thickness of the cock. It needed more thrust to penetrate. More force was needed for the cock to spread apart the walls of her cunt.

“Push,” she urged him.

He held her hips and thrust. He winced as the cunt resisted and the skin pushed back – it hurt. He pulled back and the precum and juices soaked the head. He had a better chance with the next thrust, penetrating deeper. He loved the tightness! The wetness! The grip and the warmth combined to give him intense pleasure.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her pinched waist gave him the opportunity to hold her better in his large hands and the broad hip and ass provided him a warm, bubbling receptacle for him to sink into.

And then, at the depth of the fuck his skin pulled back fully. The head reared up to its full bulbous size. And this happened deep in her womb. Her eyes had been shut all through. She was hunched down, concentrating on the progress of the marauding cock. His thrusting was merciless. She wanted nothing less from him. It had been less than half-a-dozen thrusts, each going deeper than the last. She felt her juices pour out as an outcome of the wide stretching.

When the cock swelled deep into the womb, she gasped. She felt him touch everywhere. There seemed no vacant space within. Instinctively she felt her lower tummy and held it like a pouch, imagining the mass of invading flesh within her. She felt full.

And then came the slamming. It raked her cunt and in spite of the copious fluids from the pussy walls and from him she felt raw. The pleasure was immense and thrusting her ass up and back, Nalini placed the top of her hand in interlocked fingers. It steadied her to take the onslaught. Without that, she could not have stayed kneeling, so strong was his thrusting; she might well have flattened down on the bed.

As her ass thrust up, the cock touched her clit. She did not need her thumb to keep her clit in the line of thrust. His natural trajectory and her angle were perfect. His cock left no space in any case. And then the rubbing all along the upper wall, the roof of her cunt touched every extra sensitive spot.

She gushed spontaneously and then reaching forward she grabbed pillows to prop herself better. She also wanted to fuck back. But she felt like a bitch. A dog is what Sunil had said. But she was female and she felt like a bitch on heat and she was being fucked just so. Her breasts, hanging as they were, jiggled furiously with each thrust.

Saliva dripped from Nalini’s open jaws as she felt herself to jelly from the relentless fucking. The angle was brilliant and the fullness was a godsend. And finally, the young man’s natural staying power provided her every iota of pleasure she needed.

The fullness of her breasts and her instructions to her tailor put her blouse under stress anyway. On top of that, when on all fours, the weight of the breasts put it under further strain. And then the storm of his fucking… the string at the back was not up to the task.

The blouse fell open and the breasts were now in the open. In dismay but in no position to control events, Nalini watched, her jaw open, saliva still dripping, as her breasts fell open. They were now brilliantly illuminated, light and shade merely accentuated the lovely breasts. Her nipples were now all for Sunil to see. They ached and she wanted them pinched.

She wanted every part of her body attended to. Lips, hands, mouth, cock, nose, tongue – whatever. On her hips, cunt, lips, breasts, nipples, stomach – everywhere. If it took one man or several men – how many ever. She just wanted; wanted it all.

She whimpered and sobbed as pleasured coursed through her body. The whimpering was pleasure. The sobbing was partially from the unfulfilled need for everything, everywhere. The saliva was a lack of control. Her eyes were half lidded with lust and she looked at Sunil, helpless and wanting.

The student found himself wild in excitement at the flare of hips into which he was fucking. He dug his nails in and caressed and lightly slapped the ass.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned as she felt the pinching and slapping increase her pleasure. “Oh, fuckkk!” she shuddered, even louder, when the student fucked her deep and through and through, the cockhead arriving deep in her womb from out to in, in one single stroke.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk!” she wailed and thrashed as he lifted her up by her hips, her knees barely touching the bed, and he fucked her in high speed full, complete stabs.

As before, she was a fuck-channel meant to ream his cock and nothing else. He fucked her for his own pleasure and nothing else like before. And yes, given the extent of how he stuffed her, she needed no separate attention. The complete lack of control was evident in the fluids pouring from her cunt and the saliva in her mouth.

Her breasts, her breasts, her breasts! She ached for hurting, pinching and mauling of her unattended breasts. She sobbed in pleasure and despair.

She balanced the front of her body on her arms from fist to elbow. She could not knead and pleasure her own tits. She looked towards Sunil as if he might emerge from the computer and provide relief to those aching nipples. Her breasts hung free and slapped around freely. Her hips were now in the student’s hands. The saree unraveled from around the hips and joined the blouse on the bed below.

At that moment, the phone rang. The mobile was there on the bed in front of her. It was the professor. She picked up the phone, her body rocking back and forth with the fucking. “Yes!” she panted. Her orgasms continued even as she spoke.

“Ya, ya, ya!” she wept as the fucking continued relentlessly.

She grunted, groaned and gasped. She did not care one whit for anything other than her pleasure and for finding out whether the professor was outside the house already.

He was not outside the house. He was at the florist. What color of flowers he wanted to know.

“Anything, anything,” she gasped. Was something the matter?

“No, no, no” she shook her head, her mind completely on the breasts that were getting no attention.

When the student lifted her hips more and his hands reached below, feeling her blood-engorged lips her orgasm exploded.

“Do somethingggggg!” she blabbered and dropped the phone. The cock inside her swelled and she distinctly felt it grow. He was probably going to cum.

The phone rang back. She did not sound right.

“I am exercising, do not disturb. No, no, no!,” she wailed. The student’s thumbs were threatening to invade her ass. He was mauling her, pounding her to a pulp, fucking her as if she was a fuck-toy.

To the professor it was clear they were going to be late for the function. He took a little longer selecting flowers, which was just as well. Because his wife was impaled, skewered, loaded onto a marauding cock which showed no signs of cumming.

Nalini was ragged and desperately needed the boy to cum. “Come fucker, come!” she begged him. The cock vibrated inside her. She tried to move but could not. She was stuck, squealing, thrashing on the cock.

She reached under and ringed his cock with her fingers. It pulled the skin back, the cockhead swelled and with a loud bellow, the student thrashed his head about as he felt her squeeze him out. Her cunt was filled now in addition to the flesh with his fluids too. The loud slurping, slapping noises that were heard the last time from the flood of fluids filled her ears again.

His loss of control in orgasm caused him to lose his grip on her waist. She slipped from his grasp and the cock escaped its lair. They both grabbed each other in desperation.

“No, no, no!” she babbled frantically.

The student was still cumming in jets and gobs shot over her, landing on her breast as she turned, on her chest and on the saree which she did not want stained.

She pulled him down and pushed him back. His cock was still spewing cum when she jammed it back up her cunt. Sitting up and thrusting her breasts forward she made him grab the aching tits. She guided his fingers to pinch her. She made him hurt her and dig his nails into her soft, aching flesh.

Sunil watched in amazement as large, rough hands combined with her smaller, soft hands to claim and treat the breasts. Those should have been his hands, he felt.

She bounced up and down on the cock as if it was a gym exercise. Relentlessly, she fucked his cock and this had the effect of milking his cock as fully as he would have wanted.

She rode him as if she were riding a horse and her entire series of orgasms extended to one more round of cumming. Her breasts were red from the manhandling. Her nipples hurt. Her hips ached. Her cunt felt raw and it flowed, flooding their melded groins and flowing down on to the bunch of clothes below, now completely useless for the wedding reception. Her eyes were locked with Sunil as she bounced up and down. The weight of her breasts caused them to heave more. His hands gripped her tight and still the flesh bounced.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

She collapsed on him. She slowly lifted her body slowly, feeling the thick trunk of unrelenting cock ease out and then slid down back. She shivered. And then again she slid up and down. The cock remained hard – softer than before, but hard enough for her to take a slow and steady dribble of pleasure.

Her pussy drained continuously. Part of it was his cum flowing out when she was on top. Part of it was her own cunt, giving, flowing and releasing continuously.

She felt tender and her body was vibrating from the cumming. She raised herself off for the final time, and the cock plopped out. Her eyes wandered to the computer in search of Sunil. He was watching.

“That was a good phuck!” the student declared. They were both slick with sweat. Nalini had never fucked so hard for so long ever before. She shimmied forward, allowing the juices from her pussy to spread on his abdomen. She brought her breasts to his face.

“Suck,” she ordered. Dutifully, the student took her breast in his mouth with loud, slurping noises, licked and sucked. She held his head and guided him to her nipples. He pulled at them with his lips. She then guided him to the other breast. Her eyes went to Sunil. Then to the boy who was sucking on her. And then she closed her eyes, savoring his attention. When she felt relief in both her nipples she let go of his head.

She looked back and found his cock standing up, waving in the air.

She wanted to suck him. Hold him. And when she imagined those, her pussy said, fuck him. Again.

But she knew the professor was going to be home soon. She had no idea what she would wear. Only her petticoat was still around her waist, the rest of her clothes were already off her.

She shimmied back down till his cock was in her face. Lovingly, she stroked the specimen, her mouth tantalizingly close. She kissed the pillar and she briefly took the head into her mouth. He spasmed. She tasted that small release of the next batch of precum. She thought about it briefly and realized that this boy took very long to cum. She thought she could not finish what she wanted to start now.

She held him in her fist and stroked his cock in full while still telling him to go.

“Go,” she said, his cock sticky in her hands.

“Only when you stop!” he groaned.

“I am stroking you only while you are still here,” she said, lovingly stroking the cock with varying speeds. On impulse she leaned forward and licked his balls and probed with her tongue deep between his legs, still pumping the cock.

With no warning he spurted with a loud groan. Gobs of semen flew into the air and when they fell, they fell on her hair. Nalini fisted him rapidly as he came. She was glad it happened, that it happened quickly and now she wished it to be complete for him.

Finally, the cock shrank rapidly. He was drained. She smiled in triumph. She stood up. Her petticoat was hopelessly crumpled. She looked down at herself and noted that she needed a full bath. Her own juices and his cum was everywhere. Her hands were full of his semen. Her stomach was stained, as was her ass. Her lower body was a soppy mess of semi-dry fluids. Her hair had streaks of cum.

She was standing on the bed. She kicked his supine form.

“Get out!” she ordered him. “Before ‘sir’ comes.” She knew that would get him moving for the professor was really terror with his students.

She reached out to the laptop. She had nothing to say to Sunil. She switched off the computer with no courtesies to her all-too-successful e-tutor.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Talk and Action Ch. 07

Sunil may have unleashed her in the first instance. But he was not responsible for any of what happened. And certainly what happened next.

"Sunil, I have been in a situation," she confessed.

"What situation?" asked Sunil. The professor's wife, Nalini, his friend from college days had been his seduction target. And then she had gone on to take his every idea and sexually engage in those very acts with whoever she came by.

There was nothing left, according to him. He had been reduced to begging her to wait for his arrival, to keep some of those positions, special acts for him.

And still, she talked about a situation.

"What situation?" he repeated himself warily as his friend stared into space.

"My sister's son came home today," she said.

Sunil's eyes widened.

"How old is he?" asked Sunil.

"Around 19," she said.

"And?" he asked.

"I am telling you, na!" she said. "Don't interrupt."

"I hope it has nothing to do with ... sex. I am not sure it is legal. And I do not even want to get started on how your sister will take it," said Sunil.

"Well, why else would I be telling you anything?" she said irritably. "Here is the whole story."

Nalini started narrating everything that had happened.

The boy had a backache from the rough bus ride. His aunt often massaged his back in his younger days. He thought nothing of asking her for a massage now.

Nalini also thought nothing of it. The problem lay precisely there. She thought nothing of it so she did not bother with how she was dressed. She had dressed to seduce the professor.

She wanted to be taken like a bitch on heat. She wore her filly black nightgown. It was in two pieces. She still remembered the day she bought it. The shopkeeper knew them as a couple because his son studied under the professor. When Nalini had reviewed her purchase the man found it difficult to show the wares properly. When all was said and done, it was a small community, especially among its permanent residents.

But it had two pieces. The inner was more daring and completely minimalist. It was sheer as all lingerie is. But it was also just about enough fabric as was needed to be called a garment. It left nothing to imagination.

The second piece, the one that went on top, was a sheer and complete gown. But it was so delicate that the professor could look through -- it triggered imagination.

It had been her failsafe device with the professor. Whenever she was horny, she wore the nightgown. Right from the moment she served him dinner. When she leaned over to serve he could see her breasts, the patch of hair between her legs, her sumptuous swinging ass.

On occasion they would fuck before or during dinner. On other days, definitely before the professor took off his glasses. The dress indicated that she had reached the limit of her ability to sublimate her dire physical needs and the professor understood that.

Whatever was happening with her sexually and her own desires was not to be confused with her love for her husband. Everything she learned, she knew she could carry forward with him. She knew that while he was preoccupied with work and rarely made the first move, he was virile enough to be her man.

And while the student who was also the wrestler had a cock the girth of which was pleasurable, her husband could pleasure her in his own, fulfilling way.

She wanted, tonight, to introduce him to what Sunil had called doggy-style. She knew from the angles she worked out the other day for 'on the top' that he would cum easily if she just fucked him back. The wrestler had barely given her maneuvering room for fucking him back. But professor was not like that. She knew could thrust back and she knew he would cum helplessly.

The thought of the professor cumming helplessly had warmed up her pussy. She had signaled it all to him, even though the nephew's arrival forced her to be more circumspect.

She had been wearing just the inner lingerie when the professor came home. But he came with her nephew, her sister's son. She fled to her room and wore a more conservative caftan in a jiffy. But professor had seen the garment and smiled knowingly at his wife.

She had finished her chores and dressed up for him. Her mind was on how she would be on all fours and guide him from behind. She chose the spot in the bedroom where she would do this. She wanted to hold on better and control the fucking better than she had with the rampaging student. She wanted to give her husband a strong, powerful and unchecked, uncontrolled orgasm.

She did not intend to wear the outer gown. After all, even in the inner was going to last just a wee bit till her ass was exposed to her husband. Why bother? And then she heard the boy calling. Instead of bothering with the caftan again, she just threw on the outer gown.

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Her sister's son had just turned eighteen and had come to their house for some exam prep for which the professor was renowned in the extended family.

The children had all grown up traveling and living with different family members at different stages in their life. This was true of her kids as well.

So when called to rub his back and give him relief she thought nothing of it. As she leaned on his back and rubbed, the boy pointed lower down to the small of the back where the hard seat of the bus had caused strained.

Warming to the task, Nalini straddled him from behind and leaning forward, applied pressure with a combination of hands; the shiatsu style.

She thought of the irony. She intended to be in a similarly prone position but not on top and behind her nephew -- but ready to go under her husband with him being behind.

As she leaned back and forth her breasts swung freely. The inner was designed for ordinary bust sized women and Nalini was anything but ordinary in her bust. She had had her breast pop out in the past and that had only helped her in the seduction plan on those occasions.

Today when it popped out, she felt the need urgently stuff it back and she took her hands off the back on which she was working to do just that. The young man thought his aunt had chosen just the wrong moment to stop. The benefit of the massage had only just begun. Intending to stop his aunt from leaving he turned around.

He saw her breast, large and inviting and the gbang like, large nipple on it. At his age, such an arousing sight invites an instant erection and so it was with him.

Nalini turned beet red and rushed with the act of stuffing the breast but only succeeded in uncovering the other one too. This was accidental but was part of the intended design of the garment. It was designed for seduction.

An 18 year old does not need too much seduction. Nalini could see the reaction in her nephew's eyes as his pupils dilated. The boy flipped over and his aunt was now on astride his stomach. His eyes devoured her body. She felt hopeless even attempting to cover her impossible to conceal breasts. She reached forward and covered his eyes. She could not let him see her, his aunt, like that.

He reached forward and claimed those luscious breasts, ever so gently. He loved her but not in this way. This, was new. His fingers found those lovely large nipples and he tugged at them.

Hands are hands and skin is skin. One body is designed to convey pleasure to the other. She felt her sister's son give her that pleasure with his gentle fondling of her breasts. She gasped, involuntary. It was involuntary. Her conscious mind kept telling her this was illicit.

She kept his eyes covered. Her own eyes watched his hands as they kept her covered. But they did more than cover. They played with her breasts. He sat up and she embraced him with no hesitation. His head was in her breasts and he eagerly, yet tenderly, sucked and tongued -- his entire attention on the nipples.

"Ever been with a woman before, Pappu?" she asked, in a hushed tones, mindful that her husband was in the next room.

"No, mausi" he mumbled barely bothering to take his mouth off her, using the term for the mother's sister. A blood relation.

The question and the answer to the question were irrelevant as the boy continued to taste and play with her breasts. It was not relevant to what she did next either. She pushed him back and undid his pajamas to let his cock out. She did not look at him. Her inhibitions with the nephew stood conquered by her desire. But she did not want to anything that made her think or stop.

She positioned herself just below his pubis and beckoned him back to her breasts. HE sat up and kissed them both reverentially. She reached in between and with two fingers, tugged the straining cock down towards its natural resting place in her. She hoisted herself just enough to snag the head into her gaping open pussy. She did notice how easily her pussy juiced and spread open to receive any male. She had changed in the weeks since she met Sunil.

The boy gasped as he felt his cock lodge inside his aunt's wet, hot pussy. She rocked her hips forward and slid over the cock, holding her sister's son close to her breasts. He moaned, feeding on her as her cunt fed on him. She kept control, rocking back and forth. Effortlessly she slid on him, took him deep in. and then effortlessly she slid out. She looked down, at his face -- a picture of concentration. At his cock slowly sliding in and out of its new lair. The glistening cock slowly got covered with streaky white and other unnamed fluids as he slid and out.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nalini's passions, high as they were, were tempered by the seriousness of who her newest fuck-partner was -- her own sister's son. And then there was the fact of her husband sleeping next door.

Her cunt was tilted up because she made space for him to suckle on her. Her clit remained untouched while the insides clung to his virgin cock. She shuddered silently as the cock massaged her to a release. She marveled at how she had been able to scream out her orgasms when she was being pounded. All so much in the mind, she felt, admiring her own control.

As she controlled herself her muscles squeezed to contain her feelings. She drenched his cock. The surge of warm fluid on his cock felt fabulous. As his aunt slid over his cock rhythmically, the young man exploded. He filled her with his first release into a woman.

"Oh, mausi!" he sobbed as he spent into her copiously.

"I think, I think ..." he sobbed.

"Shh! Shh!" she consoled him as she rocked back and forth, milking his thoroughly.

"I want you, more!" he wept. "But I think I came inside you."

"Of course you do want me more Pappu," she soothed him. "And yes, you filled your mausi. It's all right!" she cooed.

"But you might..." he cried, his body shuddering as he was wracked with emotion.

"I nothing," she said, still keeping the cock inside her. She felt abuzz in her love canal and maternal at her breasts. She held his chin and looked him in the eye. "Mausi let you. Okay? Nothing will happen."

"But I want you more," he said, his face hot and his desire unquelled in fact.

"You have me, na" she said as the gentle rocking-fuck continued. The position was so comfortable and the fucking by just sliding a wee bit on his thighs was completely lacking any strain.

His cock came to the point of reddening from the relentless fucking even after he had dried out. She felt him wince and let him slide out. She looked down and saw him undiminished in size.

"I want you," he said and flung his face on her breasts.

"Wait, wait, wait," she whispered to him. "I will be back. Mausa. Mausa," She gesticulated towards her husband's room, using the term to describe mother's sister's husband.

She swung off her nephew's body in as elegant a manner as the situation permitted. She did not let him see her spread out legs. She did not let him see her get her garment back in order or the management of her breasts.

She vanished into the bath attached to the boy's room and rinsed herself. She was mindful that the professor had registered the signal intended by her black nightdress. He would likely be waiting for her. She felt duty bound to what a wife must do for her husband. If she had planned doggy style for him tonight, then doggy style it was.

She barely glanced in the direction of her nephew as she emerged from the bathroom. Leaving the door partially closed, she entered her husband's room, leaving the door ajar as they usually did.

But she should not have. It afforded Pappu easy access. He made no noise as he crept out of his own bed and room as the door was already ajar. And likewise, he needed to do nothing other than position himself at the right spot.

He had given his aunt several minutes before following her. He saw her on all fours. Her breasts hung out. Uncle was positioned behind her. They were rocking. Uncle was grunting and he could see the hips thrusting hard by the shafts of light that illuminated parts of the room. He looked for her breasts.

Sometimes they swung freely. At other times uncle seemed to lean forward and grasp them. That was when his aunt made mewling sounds of pleasure.

Nalini for her part, fully concentrated on fucking the professor. She was thrilled that while he was not as thick as the student, the pleasure she felt was no different in substance. He touched her in all the right places and her clit was throbbing with pleasure.

Minutes ago, her orgasms were from deep in her womb. Now they were from the walls of her cunt. She spent quickly once. Then she thrust back in a calculated fashion to make him cum. She knew his cock well from her experimentations of the recent past; not so much from the years of experience. Twenty years of the same thing was not the same as twenty different things in a year, in that sense.

She aggressively ran her cunt over the most sensitive parts of the head. The professor had been used over the years only to banging on till he came. In the last few days or weeks, his wife had made him come in many different ways. Today was one more chapter in that rapid evolution.

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He gagged and his head flailed as he felt the impossible climb in pleasure. He wanted to stop her. He grabbed her rampaging ass, digging his nails in. he was not able to do exactly what he wanted. Events were more dictated by how his cock responded to that woman's humping.

He thrashed about as he came. He slipped out in the process. She turned and opened her legs wide. The professor grabbed his cock and sank it back into his wife's gaping cunt with a sense of urgency. He felt comforted back to sanity as the wet pussy gobbled his spewing cock.

Nalini felt she had not got that right. Twice, the student before and her husband now, had escaped at the moment of most intense need. She need some practice on fucking back without losing the man. She pummeled his buttocks with her heels making him empty in her fully.

Just outside her door, Pappu stroked his cock as he watched the wanton display of lust by his aunt and uncle. The groans, the moans, the man pleading to his wife to take him back into her cunt -- nothing escaped his attention. He also felt that his aunt's breasts deserved more attention than uncle had given.

His aunt had said she was going to take care of uncle. This is not what he had let her go for. His face burned, he knew not why. And then she was with him for way too long.

He waited, stroking himself gently, watching the man and woman, his aunt and uncle rearrange themselves.

They kissed. She patted his cock. He squeezed her breast affectionately. It seemed to go on and on. And aunt had said she would be back!

When she settled into bed next to her husband he was most disappointed. Perhaps she was waiting for him to fall asleep. Even when the professor started snoring he could not see his aunt move. He grew sullen and angry.

She was in deep, tired sleep but instinctively knew it was her nephew Pappu when hands crept around and grabbed her breasts. One from above and the other below her body which she kind of helped by lifting herself ever so slightly. She was facing the professor in bed. He was on his back, snoring from the exhaustion caused by his wife's nocturnal antics.

What was he doing here! This was dangerous.

"Get out," she hissed at him. The boy kneaded her breasts vigorously. Uncle had left this work undone. He tugged at those nipples. He had not yet fed on them enough. He kissed her neck. He had not tasted her lips.

"You said you would come," he whispered into her ear.

"I said mausa would be waiting," she corrected him.

"I saw for what," he said.

Her body went taut. The boy had seen her be a bitch! He should not have. She had nurtured and tended to him in his growing years. he was around the age of her own son. They had grown up together, these boys. He could not possibly seen her on all fours. Like that!