Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

[xavierrxx]

Awesome dude

[opendoor]

-7-

Now coming to Amar’s episode…

As Amar crawled and reached Sonam’s waist and kissing her deep navel, his dhothi has loosened a bit which he is unaware of and his focus is completely on the voluptuous midriff of the young beauty Sonam. At such an young age she has developed such a sexy body that would have aroused every dick in the village..  he is eating her deep navel and biting her stomach , waist  and looking up to see her sexy expressions have almost caused an explosion in his long thick dick.. such is the innocent, pure, natural , virgin girl that he was missing in USA.. there you get sex but not joy.. you get mechanical and stereotyped, heavy make up girls.. even of Indian origin.. except of course his son’s girl friend who is from coasta rica and is not spoilt by the modern fast culture.. more on that later

Sonam is breathing heavily and she is pressing both her thighs onto her itching pussy which is already leaking and the kisses and love that uncle is giving is taking her to a new world which is not explored yet.. which she wanted chacha to take them to.. but now this uncle knows more things than chacha who is wild and aggressive at times..  

Seeing her shivering body , he decided to take her to next level and while licking her midriff and kissing it.. he moved to the south of her navel where there is lot of virgin land and his manhood wanted to explore .. the lehenga has moved down so much that her pussy edges are almost visible.. he pressed and rubbed the area above her pussy which tickled her a lot and she couldn’t control and she violently pulled his head hard onto her aching pussy and let it remain like that for a minute before releasing it breathing heavily slapped uncle and said “where have you been uncle.. I am not able to bear this torcher any more.. you are such a genuine lover that I want to make you as my permanent boy friend”

He smiles politely and pressing her ass cheeks and pushing her waist towards him is trying to reach to the end of the lehenga where the knot is.. he knows every girl talks like this even in mood.. he stretches his head .. reaching out to the knot with his teeth, he skillfully pulled the knot and the lehenga collapsed on her feet exposing two thunderous thighs and an inviting panty which barely covers the leaking shining pussy which is already wet and the smell itself says a lot about her state..

She is completely fell flat for his skills and the way he is kissing, biting , licking the wet panty .. the shockwave through her body is making her nipples erect and with half closed eyes and heavy breathe and shivering body, she lifted her left arm up to adjust her lose free flowing hair.. that’s the triggering point for her sister Payal who is patiently watching Sonam getting such a royal treatment from uncle… the shining arm pit and the thick heavy shoulders and the thin designer blouse exposing half of her side boobs , the free flowing hair and sexy expressions of her sister made Payal to jump onto her armpit and start licking it.. the girls do this once a while and today they are in a different mood and on a mission to explore her bodies and wanted uncle to tell them they are not kids anymore and are ripe for a long hard fuck which chacha is not believing yet.. he fucks in front of them the maids of same age but when it comes to them gives moral lectures..


This uncle is not like that.. he is making our bodies speak.. he is making our desires speak.. he is kissing our and waiting to see our reaction.. he is biting our nipples and watching our reaction.. he is licking our most sensitive parts and wanting to know how the body is reacting… based on the reaction and response he is moving ahead step by step.. its like he has thrown us on the bed and inserted his thick long cock in our virgin small holes.. he knows what he is doing, he wants us to be happy but at the same time checking how our body, mind are reacting.. fucking is not an insertion and moving and releasing.. its about knowing what your partner wants and if she is ready yet for certain actions

Sonam is unable to handle the twin attack.. uncle licking her pussy… yes.. panty is pulled down skillfully using his teeth and biting, kissing, licking of armpit, shoulder and the area between the side boob and the armpit.. Sonam now lifted her left leg and putting it onto his shoulder is pushing his head hard on her pussy and pressing Payal’s head against her armpit using other hand.

Amar is clearly seeing a pure, neat, thick pussy which has natural hair on the pink skin making it look attractive… this is another reason why he likes such young girls.. they use scissors to cut down on the hair making the pussy attractive with natural hair.. some girls use trimmer and trim it completely.. some use razor… all such pussies don’t look natural.. devoid of hair ..  Sonam is not using razor or trimmer .. that’s why its so attractive..







the vertical line between the thick pussy lips is so cute he is swiping his tongue along that line and making her twist and twirl.. the juices leaking and being grabbed by his waiting tongue shows how much is enjoying and how much she is ready..

Another few minutes.. unable to stand that pleasure she released a huge stream of her pussy juices flew right into his mouth and she throws him onto the pile of grass and she collapses onto him.. as they all fell down on the grass and are gasping for breath didn’t realize that they are naked fully.. such is the intensity of the feelings and after a minute Payal who is always looking out for man’s juices noticed the hard rock solid dick pointing to the sky.. such a romantic weather, full moon day, chilling air flow, small droplets of rain , the green mango trees and sounds of birds .. pleasant silence and soothing grass pile.. with hard dick , fully erected nipples, itching virgin pussies.. all the three are feeling their bodies and enjoying the silence no one wants to talk any thing

Slowly Payal slid down on his stomach and seeing the hard steel rod type nine inch long dick , the dick nerves are so clearly visible even in that dark full moon light that they are the testimony to his stamina and power.. he may not have a chiseled body but his dick says it all.. the precum droplets on his shining dick head are inviting the young cutie to have a taste of.. 


Payal’s eyes lit up seeing those white shining marks on the dick head, she bent down to take that precum into her tongue, she stretched the tongue to touch it and that’s when Amar woke up from the relaxing mood and noticed what Payal is about to do..

His dick is preparing for the warm, wet, inviting mouth but before that the precum needs to be wiped out… Payal is skillful on such matters it seems.. Sameer bro doesn’t allow these girls to touch his dick but then how did they learn these tricks ? do they have boy friends ?  this is not the time for questioning , this is the time for enjoying the cuties.. Payal took care of the precum with a swift movement of her wet tongue and she deosnt stop at that.. she wants more .. obviously.. as she is swallowing the thick dick head into her mouth she saw the angry, jealous Sonam moving out of uncle’s hug in search of the huge dick and this is where the childish behavior of Payal came to  lime light and not allowing her elder sister to have any share of this beautiful dick, she moved her head down so much the complete length of the dick is in her tiny wet mouth almost touching her throat..

Amar didnt expect this and is not even prepared for it.. as both the girls are at it.. attacking, biting , licking, sucking every inch of that area.. dick head, dick sides, dick, balls, groin… these hungry girls are trying to extract the juices from his thick dick.. they like to spread the man’s cum on their pussies and eat, lick, spread and swallow it.. Payal is using her teeth wisely to cause enough pleasure, pressure on his dick head. Its so sensitive that she is splitting his dick head and opening that small hole , looking for juices, she is licking that hole with her toungue.. my god.. he is unable to handle these girls.. spitting into that small pee hole and spreading the spit, saliva on the dick head, she is biting it just enough while stroking his dick whereas Sonam has taken one big ball into her tiny mouth and chewing it is using her finger nails to scratch the sensitive area between the balls and dick.. that is enough to cause heavy vibrations in him and he , in a spurt, releases his cum without any warning directly into Payal’s face..



Taken by surprise, Sonam still scratching his balls with her finger nails gets up and starts licking the side of his dick whereas Payal is not leaving the biting of his dick head even though his dick is releasing heavy doses of cum.. some more on her face and finally with a big thunder he pushes Payal’s head onto his aching dick and slapping her cheeks is trying to release his final bout of thick cum and he is now making her swallow the final tranche of his cum .. unable to breath and taken by surprise Payal is chewing the dick juices and soon Sonam attacked her sisters face and is swallowing the cum.. while kissing and biting her cheeks, she even shared some juices with her younger sister who is now in heaven after that sudden attack by uncle

Amar removed his dick from Payal’s mouth , the layers of his cum, her saliva, mixed with her sister’s saliva , falling onto the fast retreating dick .. making the man to regroup his breath and gaining some strength to get up to wash himself is about to raise, but the wild aggressive looking girls laced with his cum, their saliva all over their faces are attacking his dick again.. shit .. these bitches are not leaving him and they want more and more of that juice which his body is not ready yet to produce..let alone release..  he understood this is the period of extreme pain before getting the extreme pleasure..

He grabbed the hukkah  pipe and started inhaling that puff which is mixed with something that he is unaware of but giving him a kick and his focus shifted from that girls to the puff .. leaving the dick to the girls he is enjoying the puff and he is in heaven already making him fall asleep. Temporarily .. in sub conscious state.. he is hazily seeing the two young tigress playing with his dick which is kind of derailed from rest of his body which is getting derailed from his mind.. slowly.. he lost the sight of the cuties and the transition from one heaven to another is quick and his eyes have closed and the body stopped reacting to his thoughts



Meanwhile the girls are working on the dick with lot of determination and purpose.. Payal got up and took the mango which she plucked with the help of uncle , she is squeezing the mango juices right on to the dick head and is slowly swallowing those juices along with their saliva.. the mango juices are tasting better now.. after a minute of strenuous fisting, stroking.. the dick has become stiff.. and its then Sonam got up.. squeezed some mango juice onto her pussy and went and sat on uncle’s face .. sliding her pussy on his face, she is trying to make him awake.. she is rubbing and pressing hard her pussy against his face, she even lifted his head and hugging it tights against her mango juice filled pussy, she is slapping him hard.. where as Payal is fisting, stroking, sucking the stiff dick..

[kavitha99]

erotic update

[opendoor]

-8-

Payal got up and sat in front of his dick and grabbing that stiff steel rod and hitting on her pussy, she is stretching her hands to feel and press Sonam’s boobs from back. The stiff dick is sliding on outer layers of the tender pussy lips whereas some thicker pussy lips are working hard on sleeping uncle’s face.. the two bitches are moaning wildly and are welcoming the changed weather.. light drizzle is not enough to douse the fire in their teenage bodies, so much so it acted as catalyst in fact to arose more romantic feeling and badly in need of a loving caring man.. chacha would never aspire to fill that role whereas this uncle is a perfect fit for their young willing bodies

The sliding mango juiced pussy on his nose.. slippery young pussy on his stiff dick.. slight drizzle tapping his body.. he comes out of the effect of hukkah and slowly realizing whats happening, his senses started enjoying the kindness of the nature and cuteness of these lovely teenagers.. soon he is in terms with the outside world and realizing how hard these good looking girls are working on his sleeping body, he felt ashamed off his inability to satisfy these girls immediately after realizing sudden burst of cum.. he now wants to compensate for that inability and immediately he pushed aside the hungry bodies onto the muddle of rain water, he stretches his body and feeling the hardness in his long thick dick, goes and sits on the throat of Sonam and puts his thick head into her tiny wet mouth and pulling her head hard onto his dick he starts giving strong strokes right into her deep throat which is now bearing the weight of a heavily built uncle and his strong thick dick

He is moving wildly on her throat and slapping her face looks at Payal whose sensuous feelings are replaced by fear and  anger.. fear that he may hurt her also.. anger that he is fucking her loving elder sister like an animal in the rain.. just looking at the cowshed through the windows can see the raising bull entering into the rear of his partner cow.. the weather is such even the animals are in mood and no wonder uncle is behaving like this..



Payal understood uncle wont leave her also and looking with fear she is begging him to go slow at her sister whereas Sonam seems to be enjoying that wild fuck after initial few minutes of rough handling of her tender small mouth… Akka’s reaction on her face is making Payal’s fears vanish slowly… more hard strokes and Sonam is hitting uncle’s ass cheeks with her lame thin hands suggesting she wants it more harder..   by now Payal has moved from a position of fear to a point of jealous and this seems to be the world that they will be entering soon as their bodies are maturing to take brunt of the men they love.. when you are hit hard by someone you love, care the most you start enjoying the pleasure emanating from the pain.. that’s how girls learn fast and these girls are much smarter than he thought and hence this load test.. now he got an idea on how far he could stretch ..

For sure they can handle double the “punishment” if you can call it that way… the bodies want more such punishments and the nature is also on their side .. soothing the pains of strokes and enhancing the pleasure moments. His dick is fucking the older throat hard whereas his rough hand fingers are mauling the younger pussy … the three of them are not feeling any hunger , even though hot steaming soup and healthy fruit bowl and the optional local biryani are slipped in by the staff with a bell that lets them know food is delivered …

Some more thrusts.. some more moans.. the rain is relentless.. so is their hunger for search of ultimate pleasure … long night… soothing music.. romantic drizzle.. whistles of birds.. all making it a memorable night for someone whose past experience outside his marital relation is with his son’s girl friend who is a close match to perhaps Payal in looks but no match to the energy , attitude of these girls.. perhaps the traits of rising in village atmosphere… pure.. cute..loving .. caring

….. …… ….

Next day morning…

Amar came back to where Sameer’s morning rituals start… the back yard that is…  He greeted his friend good morning and Sameer greeted back .. his eyes are content with the happy looking girls.. Payal, Sonam… these girls deserve what they are looking for and he cant fulfil those desires and he is glad his friend Amar came at right time..
Today there is no mud wrestling session and its special bath for Sameer..

Amar grabbed a chair and is watching friend who is already in fully naked fashion and he in fact suggested Amar also to join him for special bath which Amar politely refused .. let me first see what it is.. the girls know what to expect and hence they hit the pool to relax their bodies and perhaps get a quick nap on the pool side.. what they don’t know is the new daughter-in-law Manga that came into their house for a 3 night ritual

The session started..

Ganga , a maid,  looked up and saw that the young daughter-in-law Manga had been transfixed on the spot looking at her father-in-law reduced to a mass of pleasure seeking, spasming flesh. She got up on her haunches and then stood. She held both hands up as one was lathed in the cum and in the palm of that hand she held some of the flow. Her other hand was stained with the white streaks and oil that came from the fisting she had given with that hand. She used her shoulder to shift her pallu into a slightly more respectable cover of her torso, but the signal that her look sent was unmistakable. She was clearly a woman who had been handled by a man and it was impossible to know that she had not been ravaged, fucked and made to cum.  She looked every bit as if all that had happened to her, with her clothes askew, hands full of semen and her face perspiring and flushed.  

She brushed past Manga as she went to rinse her hands and arrange herself properly.  " Sameerji, the oil for your head massage is here," she called out to the stretched out, contented man.  "Go, he is waiting” she said to Manga.  Manga was uncertain on what she should do. She did not want Sameer Reddy to know she had witnessed his pleasuring from Ganga. However, she moved forward confidently, relaxed with the thought that if he was spent he would be harmless (however strong you are , you need atleast 30 min to regroup and get your juices flowing again).   The previous night she had and he had fucked in the cowshed like animals was different. On that day, he was just a man and she a woman. Now he is her father-in-law. She would never let anything between them ever happen again.

She never wanted to appear before him in any other role than that of a dutiful and conservative daughter-in-law.  Manga walked towards where Sameer was sitting, her eyes on his broad muscled back. Undoubtedly, that night when they had fucked, her hands had roamed that back, gripping, digging and searching in her wild pulsating passion. She shook those thoughts off as she had done a million times since she got married and entered this house as the daughter-in-law.  She could not afford to let those images of their sexual encounter linger if she was to have a normal married life living in the same house with her husband and his father. It was the father who she had lost her virginity to, just before the marriage.   But in the last few minutes a new image had just been added to her memory. She had just witnessed one of the women on the domestic staff masturbate her father-in-law.

Unknown to the lecherous old man, she had observed the two of them as the woman expertly brought him to orgasm. Clearly her father-in-law,  Sameer Reddy, did this often during his oil bath. Manga had been sent by her mother-in-law with special herbal oil for  Sameer's hair. Ganga, the maid had to rush off to clean her hands which were dripping with his semen and left Manga to apply oil to  Sameer's hair.  With his back to the young girl, Sameer had no way of knowing that it was his daughter-in-law who had come in with the hair oil. She was unsure of touching him, knowing the inflammatory chemistry they had shared on their previous close encounter.
She tipped the bowl of oil over allowing the hair to be soaked and the oil to run down the back of his neck and his forehead.  Instinctively she put out her hand and her thumbnail caught the trail of oil. The touch of that finger on his skin did not go unnoticed by Sameer. Reaching behind him, still unable to see who the person was, he grabbed the hands and directed them to his hair, indicating that he wanted the massaging of his head to start.  Manga dug her fingers into the thick hair and rubbed in the oil. She was holding her breath as she felt him, her fingers alive to the memory of his hard and demanding body. She had been a virgin that day when they took each other.

Now she had experienced one other man, Sameer Reddy's “son”, her new husband. The son was no match for the father. Neither in how he was endowed, nor in his experience or skill. What is more, the old man had the stamina of a bull, while the son was easily spent, and still more easily exhausted.  As Sameer held those hands he could not help notice that the skin was soft and tender, unlike the coarse hands of the women that worked in the household and farms. "A new one," he wondered. And while he had only a few minutes before ejaculated in massive spurts, he was not averse to assessing the new one, even if that meant attending to her some other time.  

Manga rubbed the oil and her hands ran down the back of his neck periodically to catch the oil running down. As she did so, she caressed the well rounded strong shoulders of her father-in-law. She had clung on to those shoulders when he had lifted her off the trunk of the mango tree that wild night. Her father-in-law reached up and behind to touch and feel her arms and he felt a tingle rush through him as he felt the soft and tender arms of his daughter-in-law.  She leaned forward and she could see below between his legs his cock. She was surprised to see that if was still half erect and a trail of fluid streaked downward from his cock. He was either in the last throes of his last orgasm or in a semi --aroused state.  "Are you new here?"  Sameer asked, unable to overcome his curiosity about the 'new' helping hand.  "Yes, Mama, it is I," she replied.  

Sameer half turned to look up as he recognised the voice. His heart leaped in delight as he noted it was Manga. He spontaneously smiled at her. Quickly, he made sure that his garment covered his loins. She smiled back and with a new vigor started to rub the oil into his scalp.  "Why are you getting your hands dirty dear?" he asked, closing his eyes and absorbing the sensations of her touch.  "Hands can always be washed mama" she replied. "Perhaps I will not get a chance to serve you this well very often." Her eyes were riveted on his nipples which seemed to be alert and stiff at attention.  "Why not?" he asked, his cock twitching involuntarily. As he felt her fingers and the proximity of her body he felt his cock responding rapidly even though he should have been incapable of it.  "Well, what will people say if a young girl like me spends more time with a man your age in seclusion?" she countered.  

"What is there to say? You are part of this house now, are you not?" replied Sameer, not quite convinced with his own answer as his body betrayed him. The cock was now fully erect and throbbing. It was throbbing and pulsating like it could only for her. He knew that, but he tried to push the thought from his head.  "Oh, look! The oil is running down your chest!" exclaimed Manga and reached down his chest to arrest the flow. It was reflexive and unthinking on her part. As she did so, her stomach pressed against the back of his head and her breasts pressed on the top of his now oiled hair. As her hands reached down to catch the running streak of oil, her eyes glanced at the tenting in the cloth between his legs.  

There it was, evidence of her effect on him. Even though it was shrouded in the cloth, the size and enormity of his proportions were inescapable. She remembered how it felt that night when her pussy was plundered and spread by his invading cock.  Her mind was numb with those thoughts and she felt herself moisten at the thought. His hands held her hands and he guided them to his chest almost without realizing what he was doing. Manga's fingers caressed the chest, her fingers teasing his proud nipples which she had observed earlier.   Sameer gasped, "Beti!" he whispered, "We are now definitely not supposed to do this!"  He half turned towards her. He had felt those soft breasts on the back of his head and he just had to bury his face in them NOW.

"Your body and mind are operating at different levels, Mama'" she murmured, rocking his head as he rubbed his face against her chest.  He encountered her blouse, her mangalsutra chain and seemingly innumerous layers of cloth appeared to lie between him and the succulent feast his mouth sought. Of all those layers, it was the mangalsutra, the symbol of her married status that posed him the greatest challenge.  As he as half turned towards her, his legs were spread apart. She placed one leg there on the floor between his legs and moved closer so that her leg now touched his cock. She played her leg against his erection, which sprang and bobbed as she rubbed it with her leg.  

Amar is curiously watching the show even though he is not aware of the context , he is admiring the chemistry between a maid and the land lord.. They are talking like wife and husband .. this is the greatness of village culture.. they respect the elderly and don’t mind cracking some jokes with their land lord .. even though their social status is completely different.. when it comes to these matters Sameer doesn’t act like a millionaire.. he cares genuinely for his staff and that’s why they also do whatever he wants.. sometimes laying their pussy in front of their husbands inviting others to fuck them.. whatever Sameerji says is final .. simply trust him…

Sameer moaned loudly in ecstasy and closed his mouth on her breast, through all those layers of clothes which were there and bit down firmly but not injuriously on the mound of flesh.  Manga gasped, "Mama, stop! I am your son's wife now. We should not be doing this!"  "You were mine before his. You were a woman then and you are a woman now," he sighed, nuzzling the breasts as he started to frantically want this woman and any justification would do.  He frantically grabbed at the hooks of her blouse, at the mounds, clutching caressing and grabbing. He tried to insinuate his hands from the lower hem of the blouse so he could touch her searing flesh, but the blouse was too tight. He wanted to reach from her cleavage but she was hunched above him and he couldn't reach the delectable flesh.  She smiled at him, tousling his hair.






As she pushed him away he sensed that if he didn't push for it now, the moment would pass. He put his arms around her hips and pulled her to him. He bent a little so his face would go between her legs and nuzzled her there. Through her skirts, his lips found the furry patch of triangle and he bit at it. She gasped as his teeth and lips grabbed teased her at the tenderest part of her sexual being.  Suddenly she wanted to allow him to do that to her bare skin. She wanted his rough demanding lips on her melting, simmering flesh.  She let go of him briefly, undoing the front hooks of her blouse. She swung her mangalsutra around so that the locket was towards her back and not obstructing his access.



And while doing this, her feet had reached up and caressed his cock fully, displacing the small piece of cloth that represented restraint. Between her big toe and next toe she caught the base of his penis. As she tried to stroke the cock with that pair of digits, she found she could not move up beyond the point where his cock swelled to its full proportions.  "How come you are like this?" she asked. "Didn't Ganga just......" she trailed off, not knowing how to put words to describe the pleasuring she had observed the maid give the master.  "That was just my excitement from fantasizing about you and I had to find some release," he lied glibly. "Now that the real you is here, my arousal is back where it should be."  "Is that what this is?" she asked teasingly, as she allowed the sole of her feet to rest along the bottom of his cock.

[opendoor]

-9-

She felt he was lying because she had seen him convulse in orgasm, both hands on Ganga’s  breasts as he took his pleasure. This man was designed for pleasure she thought to herself. She shivered as she felt the heat of his flesh and a hint of dampness touched her heel as he flowed with pre-cum.  He kissed her stomach, her navel and now moved up to the lower line of the bra. As he kissed her, she felt bolts of heated pleasure rush up her spine. She just had to have this man.  "Oh, Mama. The dam of passion which I had restrained myself for so many days has really burst. I have to have you!" she confessed.  "Why did you restrain yourself my darling?" he asked as he feverishly nibbled at the nipples through the lace fabric of her bra.  "It was a mistake," she said, pulling up her bra without really undoing it.

Her breasts were now exposed to his marauding lips.  Sameer lost no time sucking in those conical projections and the nipples, seeming to drink from the breasts his son must have sucked so often since the marriage.  "Oh my god! You really know how to treat a woman. Take it my darling. Take my breasts! Suck them! Milk them dry! They are for you only," wailed Manga.  She leaned down and grabbed the monstrous cock while continuing to ensure Sameer access to her aching breasts. She laughed in delight as she felt the full import of that great weapon of his. She wanted that, needed that.  

Sameer opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked in as much of her breast as he could. Then he toggled the nipples in his mouth. Manga wept tears of joy as she felt her pussy quake open with an orgasm induced by his tonguing her breasts. She bent her knees and her pussy gaped open as she felt it shudder to the tonguing at her breasts. She clutched his head tight as her pussy trembled in an intense if subdued orgasm. She shuddered and quivered with the intensity and clung to him hard. His hands roamed her back and squeezed her ass as his lips continued with their marauding.  

Manga allowed her weak knees to slowly let her body sink lower.  Sameer leaned back and stretched his legs out straight. Inevitably, they aligned to each other as she sank lower and lower. At the precise moment,  Sameer gripped his cock and held it at the correct angle to spear her. Her own hand joined his hand as she held the monster to control the invasion.  Wet as she was, she was still nervous about the ravaging plunge of his enormous cock. Slowly she allowed her hips to drop onto the two fists holding the cock ready. Manga now let go and hung on to his shoulders to control her fall.  And what a fall it was -- she speared his cock and sat down fully on her father-in-law, facing the entrance to the bathing area. She wanted to keep a lookout, but there was no way for her to hide what was happening, sitting as she was astride him as he sat on the low stool.  

Then pressing his shoulders down, she raised herself and pumped his cock, exercising her knees to provide the leverage she needed. It brought her breasts back to his face level allowing his lips and tongue to slather her breasts with his saliva as he frantically tried to catch a mound of flesh or her nipple into his mouth.  "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she went as each stab of his cock pleasured her cunt. She now had comparisons to make and her mind spun with memories of how her husband was inadequate compared to the man she was now riding. The muscle tone, the thickness of the cock, the power of the fucking and the sheer chemistry.  "Maaaaaaamaaaa!" she hissed in ecstasy. "Take me and mark me as yours!"  

The old man was beside himself with pleasure too. His young daughter-in-law was fucking him wildly, her wet pussy riding the head of his cock at several strokes every minute which crazed him.  His hands were on her back trying to control the flailing breasts so he could catch them. When that proved impossible, his hands slid lower, cupping her generous bottom and his fingers flirted with her anus and the lower reaches of her pussy. Soon his fingers were squelchy wet with the stream of fluids that were pouring out of both them. Using his fingers, he pried open her pussy wider and Manga found that too much to take. 



She lurched forward, her teeth digging into his shoulder; passion made her bite and deep red marks formed on his shoulder.  She lifted herself and adjusted her position. There! With that stroke his cockhead had caressed her clit. There again! Oh, yes! That was what she wanted! She tried to focus hard on not losing that position but the next fuck downward was squelchy wet and had no sensations to it. She quickly propped herself up and tried a different angle and -- Yes! Oh yes, that was it! The next few thrusts were on the spot and she shuddered as she came and Sameer felt a gush down his cock and balls as she spent like a man.   Sameer was now felt an animal rush of lust as he wanted to pound into her and fill her.

He knew that the two of them could fuck for eternity, but not in this very public place and not at this time of day.  He doesn’t mind the presence of his special guest.. Amar sitting and watching under the shade of a tree branch that is hiding the visibility of him Manga who wouldn’t have even imagined another man .. stranger .. is watching her virginity is being challenged by Mama..

Sameer however thought he would have to tame her and release himself all in quick time. He pulled her ass in over his cock and held her there luxuriating in the pulsating hot sheath of flesh gripping his cock.  

Then he leaned forward, making her lean back, her shoulder blades firmly in his large hands. Manga leaned back allowing her body and breasts to open out to him. Now the cunt swivelled on the cock and pulled the cock down from its natural upward pointing angle. His cockhead now touched the upper reaches of her cunt as the angle changed.  New areas were stroked and Manga gasped in her pleasure. Cupping her ass in his large powerful hands, Sameer now thrust his cock into her. Each thrust caused the stool on which he was seated to move, making a grating noise against the floor. The breasts jiggled and Sameer leaned forward to feast on them, now nibbling, now sucking.  Manga raised her legs fully and locked them around his back fully impaled on this rampaging beast. She was now leaning backward and rested her hands on the floor on either side of Sameer's outstretched legs.  



Sameer's hand came down to her lower stomach and stroke her flesh. She was damp there, just from the heat, the sweatiness and the humidity generated from the passion. Then he searched other the skirt for the point where his cock was plunging in and out. His thumb found her clit and the ball of his thumb rotated the clit mercilessly.  Manga sobbed as orgasm after orgasm ripped out of her pussy. She laughed and smiled through tears at Sameer as the powerful if illegitimate lust ran its course. But of course, she wanted to hold him to herself, and cling to those powerful arms and shoulders to feel belonged and totally dominated by him.  He leaned forward to kiss her stomach. The clothes on her were a nuisance but there was nothing to be done about it. They were in too much of a public place. He also was beginning to think about the consequences of being discovered in this situation with his daughter-in-law.  

But the biggest driver for his change in tempo was none of these. It was that the pleasure from the grinding, from the unusual angles of bodies and the cock and cunt, the pleasure from the female taking her pleasure were no longer enough for him. It was urgent for him to dominate and pound her pussy and to flood and fill her with a vigor she seemed to instinctively demand from him.  And so he leaned forward further, shifting the weight of his body on the stool firm reclining mode to being prone forward. He was now leaning over her, ready to assume the traditional man-fucks-woman position. As he did so the stool slipped and there was a huge clanging of vessels as pots were tossed aside and buckets hit.  

In the chaos, he slipped out of her causing the sexual shock of a sudden vacantness in her. He too gasped as his cock slid along her bare skin and he missed the hot caress of her pulsating flesh.  Urgently and quickly her hand reached between them and she grabbed his convulsing cock and guided it back to her waiting, bubbling snatch.  He sank in, now completely leaning over her. He looked in her eyes, bright, happy and radiant with lust. He kissed her open mouthed and wet and their tongues duelled with one another.  Sameer Reddy drove in deep and strong, with powerful strokes of his hips. He held Manga's hips in his hands as he pounded into her. Manga shook and shuddered as the entire depth of her sheath felt the rush of his hot penis and every bit of every stroke as he entered and left her with a definite rhythm.

She felt one more of the several orgasms well up within her and her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung on for the waves of pleasure that were due to ride her.  Her hips undulated; milking him and fucking him back as best as she could, even though she felt she was no match for the vigor with which he was pounding her. She felt water soak the back of her dress, the bulk of the skirts even as they were bunched up under her. Yet, she was not one to leave the fucking to him and she fucked back with all the strength she could muster. 



Despite having cum in torrents just a short while ago, the excitement of this encounter, its complete illegitimacy and the sizzling sexual energy of Manga had aroused him to a point where he was ready to burst forth once again.  He felt strong surges of semen emanate from his depths. He timed his thrust to be deeply embedded in her with his cock, the skin surely pulled back, the head swollen and large as a result, its mouth at her womb so that when the semen gushed forth, it flooded her deepest being.  Manga sobbed and sighed as she felt the warmth spread inside her. It was so soothing even as the frenzy of passion made her grind and thrust herself at him. It was as if she wanted to melt into him and that the two of them should fuse at the loins and the pleasure should never come to an end.  

He jerked, convulsed and came in huge surges. Each surge was timed to a deep thrust into her. And he held himself there till his cock needed one more stroke to release the next surge of cum.  The timing of his thrusting and release was exquisite and she felt so completed and so fulfilled by the shared orgasm.  Her hips shuddered and pounded in decreasing intensity as her orgasm swept through her and every pore in her body felt as if it were sexual. Her body was humming all over as if the orgasm had occurred not in her pussy but in every cell in her body.  They pushed against each other on that wet floor there, squirming, squeezing and groping. Orgasms subsided and gave way to long lingering caresses.

But the subsidence of orgasm also brought back a flood of realization that they were in a vulnerable position. Manga gently pushed at his shoulder, as Sameer grew drowsy with the release and the combined effect of his long massage and the exertions.  He grunted as she tried to rouse him. As his body relaxed his weight came to rest on her and moving him became ever more difficult for her.  She tousled his hair and stroked his ass but this only led him to a gentle snore. Manga panicked and shook him more vigorously now. This roused Sameer and he heaved himself up on his elbows and looked at the woman pinned under him, resplendent in the afterglow of her sexual release her breasts now becalmed and in a state of repose.  As she pushed him further, he lifted himself off; his penis slid out of her, no longer erect and hard but still heavy and full.

It seemed he would remain in a permanent state of arousal over his young woman. The cock was still seeping fluid and had not shrunk as it usually might.  Manga gathered herself, trying to smooth her clothes as best as she could. But the truth could not be hidden, she was wet and the patches betrayed she had been lying on the floor. Patches of wetness between her legs marked the places where  Sameer's copious discharges had overflowed. Her blouse was open and her bra askew.  She reddened in embarrassment at this sight of her own self. It was amazing how lust caused shameless abandon and how clear everything looked when the passion had receded.

She hurriedly did only three of the five hooks on her blouse and covered herself as best as she could with her pallu, as  Sameer looked on with satisfaction at his handiwork.  "Welcome home," he said to her, as she regained her composure for the rapid walk back to her bedroom. She had just over a half hour to appear tidy and composed before her husband returned home and she knew she needed that time.  As she headed up, carefully avoiding encounters with anyone, especially her mother-in-law, Manga realised that she was caught in an inescapable cycle of lust driven by the chemistry between Sameer and herself.  With that thought, she returned to the sanctuary of her bedroom.  

[gunwinny]

Good update

[opendoor]

-10-




After having lunch Sameer is resting in his usual living room along with Amar and the two kids are not leaving the uncle.  All of them had an exhausting sensous sessions and are lazily lieing on the couches.  While Sameer is still in his clothes, Amar is almost nude with the girls playing with his dick. Sameer ignores the girls and is thinking about his new daughter in law Manga who gave him memorable moments since she stepped into the mansion yesterday. the girls got into the special swing arranged in that living room.. naked.. hugging .. napping



Meanwhile .. the contrast was obvious to Manga. Every single time her husband Pawan drew her into his arms, she could feel those arms as being lean and non --muscular; the arms of a pen-pusher in a city office. As she ground chillies in the kitchen assisting her mother-in-law, she extended that thought even to the young men she had encountered in the city who were regular gym goers. Their muscles were bulging and hard, yes, but there something artificial about it.  There was something far more appealing about the muscle and tone of the body of a man who had achieved that from working on the farm and handling rough things. And that man was   Sameer. The contrast between how he felt, and how his son felt was so very obvious. 

The muscle and the strength of the older man's arms matched the roughness and calluses on his hands. That roughness brought an electric friction to the caressing of her soft skin. It was like a flint to match, setting her alight.  The warmth in her loins spread as she thought of the way those hands caressed, then gripped, lifted then set down, scooped her up and then set her free. She still loved Pawan, the guy who she had met and fallen in love with in the city and married. But the beginnings of any lovemaking with Pawan only ended up kindling a lust which his physique and his inexperience could never handle.  And so their honeymoon, from which she had returned only just yesterday morning, was replete with encounters with her love.

The encounters left her as a simmering mass of flesh which perpetually sought release, but it eluded her in Pawan's arms. He could set it off, but never finish it. As Pawan moved over her, she compared the feeling with how it was when   Sameer gripped her shoulders. She compared everything, the sweat, the smell, the hardness, the bubbling cauldron it caused between her legs, and yes, that thickness and heaviness of his penis which Sameer had failed to pass on to his son.  

The heat from the chillies she was grinding was matched by the flush she felt in her pussy and in her chest and then her cheeks. The outlet was the ferocity with which she ground the mortar into the pestle. She watched the blunt end of the mortar and was immersed in the phallic metaphor it suddenly took on to represent. It seemed to her that just watching and imagining would lead her to a quiet orgasm. A small self contained one, of the kind she felt occasionally with Pawan, if at all. Not the large, soul-scorching, all encompassing explosion that soaked up the whole universe of her being.  

"Beti. You have not gone and done a pranam to Mama and his friend Amar ji since you returned. You have missed serving him while you were away. Go and give him this lassi and get back to your household duties," said  Vanaja to her daughter-in-law, handing a large copper tumbler of frothy lassi.  Manga stopped the grinding and went to wash her hands thoroughly of the effects of the chilli she had been grinding. The cool water felt pleasant on her skin but did nothing for the seething mass of flesh she had been reduced to.  

Sameer was the first man she had known, the first to plunder her virginity, reducing the impact of anything Pawan could have been in her memory. And just before she left on her honey moon,  Sameer and she had again succumbed unwittingly in the bathing area. They were both able to explain away the first encounter in their minds since she was not yet married to his son at the time. The second one had been the complete conquest of lust and a towering testimony to the chemistry of Sameer and his new woman, Manga.  

They always avoided eye contact, and were circumspect in their interaction.  Sameer himself never called for her and she never volunteered to attend on him. Both knew that their feelings and passion were uncontrollable and not to be trusted. Both felt a sense of guilt over their willingness to allow that lack of control to go where it wanted.

But when her mother-in-law set her some duty to accomplish, her desire surged and the outcome was a foregone conclusion. It was as if their bodies had known each other for years and designed for one another, though they had had only two intense encounters till date.  Her hands were shaking as she reached for the glass. The simmer between her legs had never really gone away during the entire honeymoon. Pawan had just lost his virginity to Manga after the marriage and was busy exploring his sexuality. 

The inexperience and the obsession with his own self had done nothing to satiate Manga. And she herself had the experience of Sameer dominating her demands .. The excitement of returning to  Sameer -- her Mama -- had just increased the simmering to a boil.   Nothing, however, was going to compare with the ravaging pounding of her cunt that  Sameer provided. He just knew how to touch her in all the right spots with that fullness of his cock.

Thinking all these lust-filled thoughts she wended her way through the corridors, stairways and rooms of the sprawling haveli, through to the room which was Sameer's lair. It was here the old warhorse retreated to for his siestas and his quiet times of day. The mid-afternoon lassi was a ritual for Sameer. Different people brought it to him every day. He would always look forward to one of the maids bringing it rather than any of the man servants, though he never made this obvious and took things as they came. 

The maids had all some form of tacit agreement with him. Even those who were "out of bounds" were at least worth eyeing. And then there were those who acquiesced to his overtures. And still others who hankered to feel his manliness and his vigor.  There were all sorts. And Sameer was prudent enough to rein in his desire and channel it discreetly.

This allowed him unlimited pleasure, access to a bevy of village beauties married or otherwise and did not provoke any resistance from any quarter. And that included  Vanaja who had never failed to guess from the look of a maid emerging from  Sameer's quarters what might have been going on. She also knew which maid fell in which category.   Sameer lay on his easy chair in his lair. It was a well planned and suitably equipped den. 

It had a view of the road and fields approaching the haveli so Sameer had unrestricted knowledge of the coming and going of various folk. There was a TV, a DVD player and an assortment of movies from local dialect, mainstream and some porn flicks which he kept to the rear of the stack. There was also his bed with a mosquito net and four posts to suspend the net from and the usual assortment of paraphernalia associated with dressing and personal grooming.  

Sameer was mildly drowsy and knew that lassi was on its way. He had heard the commotion of the arrival of his son and daughter-in-law and while he had met Pawan he could not spot Manga.   With the mild drowsiness was also a mild arousal from the anticipation and guessing game around who the bearer of the lassi would be. He hoped to God it wouldn't be a manservant. And he didn't dare wish it to be the new bahurani, his Manga. The thought of Manga sent his pulse racing and he shifted to make his instant hard-on less obvious.    

She must have been getting fucked several times a day.  Sameer had no clue of his son's endowment and capabilities. Yet, he found himself jealous of his son's free and assured time with Manga. His Manga. He shifted uncomfortably as his cock swelled to its full proportions and the heaviness hung, inadequately supported by his loose undergarment.  

As he stretched out his legs and let his palm graze his cock he sensed someone's presence. Surely it was the bearer of the lassi.  Sameer turned and lo and behold, his Manga, lassi in hand.  The hard on was now firm and raging, Manga's presence confirming the legitimacy of his arousal. His mind protested; the desire was illegitimate. He tried to focus his mind on the transaction at hand. She was here to just deliver the lassi and that was all he was going to do. He tried to ignore the damp patch around the midriff of her kurta. 

He tried to put out of his mind memories of the way she had spread herself around him when he was bathing. He looked at her proud, well encased breasts and tried to ignore how they had looked when he had feasted upon them under the mango tree that first time.  The more he tried to put out of his mind, the more came to him. There were so many things to ignore.

Their fingers touched briefly as she handed him the glass. Her nostrils were flared and her face was red from the sighting of her Mama. Her eyes bored into his eyes. A corner of her mind recorded that amongst the many folds of his dhoti there was likely to be hidden his well engorged beast of a cock.  Manga felt her juices pouring out shamelessly. She stood rooted to the spot.  Sameer Reddy lifted the glass to his lips. His mouth opened and he extended his tongue so he could lick the cream off, as he put the glass to his lips. His eyes were riveted to hers. His tongue lapped at the cream with a long flourish that reminded Manga of the tonguing her nipples had received on an earlier occasion.

She felt them jump now as if they had been touched by that memory.  She watched as his lips closed around the rim of the tumbler and he sucked in the frothy butter milked. If he had been milking her breasts his lips should have formed an 'O' she noted. No, here his mouth was open and taking in even as his tongue lapping; O God! Was that really possible? She was creaming down there and could he really take a large sip of her? She wondered. She had heard of it, read of it. But nothing in her experiences mirrored it.  

True to their indescribable chemistry, it was as if these thoughts were transmitted to Sameer. As he drank in large gulps, he could only think of her pussy releasing such gushes as he had felt soaking his cock. There was that porn movie he had seen just the other night, where the man had buried his face in the woman's bush.  Sameer had imagined doing that to Manga and could instinctively visualize what all she might seek and he might give her, should he mouth her. He found that in drinking his lassi, his mouth was signaling all those moves.  He paused between gulps. Manga burst out laughing; his moustache had been daubed with a thick layer of cream and it made him look ridiculous. Her laughter was spontaneous, with a tinkle in it. She covered her mouth as she laughed, her breasts heaving.  

Sameer bristled at being laughed at.  Down below in the front courtyard,  Vanaja was dealing with a vegetable vendor when she heard the tinkle of laughter. She glanced upward and thought it was good that the bahu was getting along well with her husband. She knew not, just how well.   Sameer's face reddened with anger at being laughed at and just as he was about to vent his anger, Manga stepped up and using the corner of her dupatta wiped his Mustache. Just like that, spontaneously.  She leaned over him to do that. Her body was hunched over his. She had come dangerously close to him. Her breasts were hanging and down the front of her kurta top he could see the fruit like breasts encased in the bra. Her hair fell forward and covered the both of their faces. He turned his face up and caught Manga's lips in his own lips. Just like that spontaneously.  

She didn't dare kiss him back. This curious mix of unbridled lust and guilt-ridden restraint was maddening. Her mouth remained open. It allowed him to breathe in her breath and he found her smells permeating his body. He let his lips linger. Inhaling. Tasting. Smelling. Her mouth watered, as was her pussy. As she continued to lean over him her lips wetted over and he licked her lips. His tongue snaked out entering her mouth. She shuddered as she felt the wet searching and supple tongue enter her own mouth. Her mouth closed on the tongue by reflex and as Sameer pulled his tongue back she raked it with her lips, the way she might have raked his cock.  He put his hands on her shoulder and held her firm. His tongue repeated the act of sliding into her mouth and she repeated her act of forming an 'O' with her lips.

He tongued the folds of the mouth, the way he might have tongued her pussy.   Sameer was nothing if not decisive. He pushed her away and stood up. His dhoti could scarcely conceal the passion which his tongue had conveyed. He moved towards Manga and she kept moving back till her back came to rest on the chest of drawers along the wall. On the top of it was a stack of well folded clothes ready to be put away by Vanaja into Sameer's wardrobe.  Sameer continued to move towards this girl who had come to possess him; or was it he who possessed her?  With no further space for her to back off, he closed in on her. He now loomed over her, his breath warming her already red hot face. She lowered her face, not able to look him in the eye anymore, shuddering uncontrollably as she was in the grip of maddening lust.

His chest was touching her face now and she buried her face in the comfort of his broad chest. On her thigh she felt the head of his cock poking. Her hands gripped the edge of the chest of drawers as she struggled with her contrast of emotions between head and heart. It was illicit and yet, it was her Mama, the man who had completed her as a woman before her husband could.  His strong hands -- oh yes! How strong and firm they were! -- grabbed her just below her buttocks and lifted her. Her buttocks cleared the edge and her hands which were supposed to be helping her control, quickly levered her up so that she was now sitting on top of that chest.  Sameer's hands now moved to the cord which tied the choodidar pajama of her dress.

He found the end and pulled at it and the cord was now open. The waist of garment now needed loosening. His hands ran around the inside of that waist and loosened the pajama. It hung open now in the front revealing her smooth undulating landscape of her belly. It fell into her lap.  Sameer's hands went around to the back and he squeezed her buttocks. He pulled the pajama down and he nudged her, signaling her to raise her hips so he could slide the pajama down further. With her one hand resting on the drawer top, she gripped his shoulder with the other hand to raise herself.  

[opendoor]

-11-

Sameer quickly pulled the pajama down and peeled the tight sheath of the legs down till they snagged on her heels.  And then he left it there. His lips kissed her ankles and now her calves. Then up to her knees. Manga tried to spread her legs as much as she could as she stared at this head hovering between her legs. She instinctively knew where he was headed and her pussy twitched and jumped at the thought. But her legs could not spread beyond a point because her pajamas while off her, were stuck on each heel. She thrust her hips forward in an involuntary animalistic offering of her deepest flesh to her Mama.  

Sameer continued to tongue her flesh, tasting her. Somewhere was the aroma of a freshly bathed woman, in other places the salt of a sweaty residue. He tongued, tasted and took her into his own being, recording everything as flavors of his own Manga. He was now on her thighs which caused the top of his head to grind against her crotch. He allowed his head to graze against her pussy with greater vigor and noted the dampness it caused on the top of his greying head.  He turned his face to the crotch and then he encountered her sopping wet panties, drenched but firm against her pussy. 

Her panties mystified him. He was used to the maids who usually wore nothing underneath as was the local custom. This was one impediment that he considered an obstacle in his fantasies about quick encounters with Manga in the various nooks and crannies offered by the haveli.  She lifted her hips, her eyes now glazed with lust.

Her lips were open, her nostrils flared and her body beyond any defences.  Sameer reached for the band of the panties and rolled them down. The quickly became tight as they rolled into a bunch. As he pulled and tugged at them down one leg then the other, his hand felt the heat and wetness that soaked them. Soon they would go no lower because her legs were spread. He left the panties alone and hands shaking, reached down and released one of her heels from the confines of the chudidar. 

The legs closed a bit and now the panties were down to the ankles. Once again, as she looked down to see how he did it,  Sameer slipped the wet and spoiled wisp of a garment over the heel and left one leg completely bare and the other carrying the burden of both chudidar and now the rolled up panty.  This time Sameer did not worship her legs on the way to the cunt.

He was thirsty to taste the source of the musky wetness on those panties. He rushed for the hairy cunt. Manga leaned back, comfortable on the stack of well folded clothes. Her back came to rest on the wall. The completely free and bare leg was up on the surface of the drawer, placed flat. The other leg was stretched as far as it would go. The pussy was gaping open, its wetness in full evidence.   Sameer snaked out his tongue and lapped at this creamy offering. He was rewarded with a mix of pungent acidic odors and wisps of pubic hair. His hands held the lips apart and the loose hair, once licked out of the way, gave way to the pink --brown raw flesh awaiting his caresses. He tongued her. She gasped. "Mama!" she hissed out, slow and long, " Where are you mouthing me!”. The question was surely rhetorical, given that she had opened herself and offered her pussy as if it was a fruit to be eaten.  "Mmmmm," went  Sameer.





Loud slurping and smacking noises emerged as he lapped and kissed the pussy. He had no intention of engaging in conversation when the need of the moment was to use his tongue differently. He continued to lap on the pussy and found his saliva was now mixed with some of her own juices and a wet soppy mess resulted. It reduced the pungency of the offering and made it more bearable for him, for the acidity was too much to start with. Now he wanted to fuck her with his tongue and he made a lance of his tongue, folding it along its length and pushing into her cunt.  It made little progress as the tongue entered for a bit but was stopped by the walls of her pussy.  Sameer slid in two fingers to hold apart the lips for this tongue to probe further. The pussy walls gave way as they swallowed his fingers.

She hissed and seethed as the fingering and toying only aggravated her state but were inadequate for her satiation.   Sameer probed her lips up and down. He encountered his hand on the down stroke but on the upstroke his tongue traced the complete contours of her pulsating pussy. He went past the joining of lips on the top and soon encountered the mass of hair on the top of her cunt and on her underbelly. The rough dry hair signalled to him that he had crossed the turf. His tongue snaked back down searching for the wet pit. It was now that he crossed her clit and she shuddered and jumped.  



Sameer knew nothing of the clit in general, but her hand on his head, her convulsions and her instinctive guidance of his head to that hot spot told him that that was not a spot to be casually passed over. He ran his tongue upward over that zone once again. "Yes!" she hissed, affirming to him that he was touching the right spot.  Sameer retraced downward and then upward in a few quick flicks. The leaping and shuddering mass of flesh, her trembling belly and the gush around his fingers told him he had discovered something.  

He slowed down, feeling around with his tongue and there he encountered, length-wise a sliver of flesh. As he toyed it with his tongue tip, her fingers dug into his scalp. He flicked his tongue rapidly on it. She started to babble. "mama.., haan, , suck me. drink from me. Take this!" he moaned as her legs wrapped around his shoulders and she ground her pussy into his face, wanting to fuck anything that could fill her cunt even as the tonguing was not to be stopped. He felt the need to fuck her and the need for her to be fucked. His fingers plunged in and out even as he tried to focus on the knob of flesh he had discovered. The grazed the rough inner walls of her cunt and her entire body convulsed.  Manga shrieked. "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ui maaaaaaa, maaaaamaa!" she went, as new sensations rippled through her cunt walls and shot up to her breasts tips. From there it traveled down her spine and rejoined the clit, where one more storm of pleasure was ready to be unleashed.  

She connected it to the laughter she had heard before and started to wonder. She dared not go to the lion's den. But her curiosity was aroused beyond manageability. She did the next best thing which she usually did in such situations. She found some work to do in the small store room which was in a part directly under the Sameer's room. Sameer meanwhile knew that he was on to something special. His hand pumped the cunt even as his lips and tongued continued to tease and suck on her clit.  Manga now thrust her hips lewdly at the man's head and in desperation she gripped her own breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples, desperate for relief. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated outward from her cunt. Her breasts felt good as she massaged them and she felt her spine curve to touch that spot where mama was so focused.

Inside her there was a pooling of fluids and she was hammering her hips onto his fingers. What she wanted was his thick, hot, filling cock but oh, how could she not want this tonguing! Suddenly she felt she wanted to pee. But wait, it didn't feel like pee. Whatever it was, every time his fingers touched that spot deep inside her, she felt she was going to urinate. The bolts of lightning that his tonguing sent shooting prevented her from pushing him away, though she was now really afraid of losing control of her urethra. Meanwhile, his other hand snaked up the top of her dress and joined her hands in mauling the breasts. In that awkward position and frenzied handling of her, he had no way of disengaging her bra. He touched whatever of her he could but he his goal was also to try and hold her down. She was getting too violent and he wanted to hold her down. Instinctively he knew that he was going to have to hold her down to release her fully.

She pressed herself against his hands, breasts and cunt both in his possession. Her spine seemed to melt and join her cunt while from her breasts she felt a rush of blood down to her pussy. When the three waves converged under his incessant assault of tongue and fingers, she lost control of the fluid she was holding back. The stream jetted out as her first clitoral orgasm shook her body. Sameer was flooded; for a moment he couldn't breathe. He thought she may have urinated, but as he tasted the fluid he knew it was something else. As he continued to tongue, she squirted again with a loud groan. Her hips was taut, thrust forward and against his face. He lapped at her copious fluids, though not with an intention to drink. She went on and on. Wave after wave. Gasping, moaning and groaning as she felt her body let go.

Meanwhile, the son's wife was unmindfully continuing to soak Sameer and his mustache, grinding her cunt on his face. What a contrast to the supplication expected of a typical Indian bahu who was to touch only her father-in-law's feet and never raise her head in front of him. He had his head buried in her cunt, gasping for breath, pleasuring in her uncontrolled release. In the intensity of her mind-blowing orgasm she had his head with a vice-like grip between her thighs. She didn't need him to lick any more, or tongue her any more. In fact, she could take no more of that. As she pressed into his face in satisfaction, she relied on that grip to keep him from manipulating the folds of skin any further. The juices which had been viscous initially had now given way to a watery consistency. And as the outpouring ebbed, it once again became viscous and streaky. And so as he had lapped and sucked and swallowed it had gone from streaky to wet and soaked and now back to streaky.  

Manga laughed, and wept from the sheer relief of release from the pent up passion of the week gone by. And what a release it was! He had found a new woman in her and released her just as he had done that first time under the mango tree. He was her man, the one to lead her to the world of pleasure and discovery of her own womanhood. She cradled him in the grip of the legs as they were wrapped around his shoulders, caressing his head and fondling him in deep satisfaction. And slowly the clenching thighs relaxed, letting go of him and allowing him space to catch his breathe. As he looked up, he saw her face, red and radiant, wet in tears, nose reddened and flowing a little as she smiled down upon him. Sameer held her thigh with his arm around it and looked up in disbelief at the woman he had found today.

He felt the trickle of wetness on his thigh as his cock's oozing fluid ran down the soaked front of his dhoti.  Manga law sprawled on top of the chest of drawers. Her convulsing and thrusting had completely messed up the folded clothes that lay under her. However, an even greater mess had been caused by the gush of fluids that now stained the clothes themselves.  Manga's satisfaction from the massive orgasm soon gave way to disappointment of the vacuum between her legs as his hand withdrew. She still needed to savor his cock. She was dizzy from the experience. The gut wrenching intensity of her orgasm had her trembling and the insides of her thighs still seem to quiver. She knew she wanted his cock as much as she knew she had to satiate him too.

She just didn't know whether she would find the energy to fuck him. Sameer now stood up. His face was shiny with the wetness smeared on him by  Manga's gushing, and the mustache was glistening with her juices the way it had been with lassi a little while ago. She looked at his face in amazement, mama smeared with her juices and enjoying and relishing that feeling. He pulled at his dhoti and allowed it to fall away revealing his heavy cock in its fullness. He saw no need for caution as he and his daughter-in-law were any way in a compromising position. He also had no time or interest in leaving to go and secure the door. Sameer placed his bets on the fact that by and large, no one dared disturb him in his den. Other than the lassi girl, and this today was his lassi girl.  Manga lifted herself up to a sitting position from the sprawled position and instantly felt the wet discomfort of the soggy clothes under her.




A large expanse of her skin on the buttocks and thigh was wet. She shifted forwards to reach for her mama’s cock. This moment had been allowed to be delayed for far too long. She looked down and found his kurta tented with the cock below, and the cockhead had instantly formed a wet spot on the kurta. She held his shoulder and leaned forward to reach down and lift up the garment, and quickly found his cock. She didn't stroke it. She just held the mass of his erection, feeling the fullness and weighing it in her hand. Her hand always felt really small when she put in on him and tried to get hold of him. She held him lengthwise from below and pulled him to her. Her legs parted and Sameer moved closer getting between her legs.  

Manga wiggled forward, her ass now on the edge of the top, cunt open wide gaping, waiting to accept the cock. He put his arms around and reached under cupping her buttocks and pulled her in. She had her hand on the cock guiding it into the sheath of her pussy. Even with all the wetness and openness of her cunt, the cock splayed open her pussy. The cock pushed apart the waiting walls and sank in fully. Sameer felt the coarse hair of her pussy mesh with the hair around his cock. They pressed together and stayed that way, savoring the feel of each other

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Manga buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder, her face caressing his face and shoulder. "Mama, take me!" she whispered into his ear, wiggling her hips as if to suck in all of him into her. Her lips sucked at his earlobe and nibbled at it. He felt her wet tongue on his ear and the sighs and moans fed into his ear. She leaned forward so that his hands could cup her more fully, and this allowed him the leverage necessary to fuck her. He pulled back, curving his back so that the cock could withdraw even as he continued to stay closely intertwined with her.

She gasped as the pleasure of his cock moving and the agony of having him pull back combined into desperation. She propped herself up on her hands and fucked at his cock as it pulled outward. The shock she felt when he hammered back at the same time made her sob, "Mama! Harder. Fuck me harder!" she begged. Sameer now set up a rhythm of pounding the pussy. He slid in and out effortlessly, her ass cupped in his hand and her pussy held in position for him to plunder. With each thrust the drawers lurched towards the wall till the furniture was now touching. As he fucked, the wood thumped the wall. 

Once, hard. Then twice, harder. Thump! Then the third time, even more vigorous. "Oh!" wailed  Manga as her cunt spasmed around the pounding flesh . The thumping sounds left her in no doubt, and if she did have any lingering doubts, the loud "oh" dispensed with that. Sameer now put his hands on the inside of her one thigh and spread her out, lifting her leg to an impossible angle. This allowed him to lean into her and he fucked hard and mercilessly in a burst of short intense fucks.



The rapid fire fucking had  Manga sobbing and aching as she clung on to her Mama for the wildest ride of her life. His hands were brutally harsh in the way it was holding her open. His nails dug into the flesh of her inner thigh. Sameer pulled back more fully to pound harder. His cock left her completely, and sliding along her thigh, raced past the mesh of hair and plundered into the cunt. The swift pistoning of the cock emanated in a series of squeaks as the furniture banged against the floor and wall in response to the quick jerking. "Oh Mama! Fuck me, harder, hurt me," she sobbed between convulsions. "Take me with this ferocity which your son can never do" she implored. Sameer lifted her off that chest of drawers and held her onto his hips. As he moved off, he noted the clothes were a mess, stained with marks, some just wet patches, other brown streaks.



He would just have to send them right back to wash he thought. He laid the girl back on the edge of his bed, and lifted both legs up and held them apart. As he leaned forward,  Manga felt her breath squeezed up from the effect of the legs being pushed up and Sameer's weight on her. Sameer used his weight to the full advantage. He lifted himself up and allowed his weight to add to the thrust of his fuck. The bed creaked.  She could contain herself no further and decided to move upstairs to see if should sneak a look at the goings on. Up and down. In and out. The fucking was merciless and brutal. As her cunt convulsed with her next orgasm  

Manga knew she had to conquer otherwise her pussy would be sore and Pawan would have to be denied. She reached under his kurta and searched out his nipples and gripped them in her fingers squeezing and turning, hoping that the stimulation would make him lose control. It had the effect of galvanizing Sameer into sexual combat with his daughter-in-law. He reached for the neckline of her kurta and in one strong tug, tore down the middle of it halfway. He stopped the moment her heaving chest was exposed. Now he tried to tackle the bra, but  Manga helped him overcome that difficulty.



She hunched her back and unhooked her bra and quickly slipped the cups off the aching breasts. Sameer quickly covered them back with his large rough hands and returned her favor of twisting and squeezing the nipples. She held his hands and forced him to knead her harder, more brutally. She wanted to be owned and abused by this man. She wanted to be possessed so hard and deep that she could never be separated from him. Her hands moved up his arms and she tried to pull him closer. She was now able to reach behind his neck and pulled his head to her breasts. Sameer sucked in all of her breast. The tongue toyed with the nipple. The teeth tugged and chewed on the nipple.

Manga groaned and clutched at his head. Her other hand snaked behind him and cupped and pulled his ass closer trying to get his cock deeper in. But Sameer wanted to feast on her breasts. It required him to pull out and both of his hands and squeezed her hard. The mass of her breasts were clutched in each hand but the nipple and areola was exposed. His mouth flitted from one nipple to another. When he was at one nipple the other one ached for his attention. Her legs raised and went around his hips and she tried to pull him in.



Oh God, she wanted him everywhere at the same time. Her hands reached between them and she took his drenched sticky cock in her fist and started to masturbate him. His lips were brutalizing her nipples and it created a flutter in the base of her stomach. She responded with a brutal masturbating of his cock and he spasmed and lurched. Now he needed back in that hot bubbling cunt. But there was too much wetness. He grabbed a sheet and quickly dried himself and her pussy.

Now he turned her around and had her face down on the bed. The girl was drained and ravaged, her top in tatters and her pajama and panty dragging along, her hair a mess, his saliva on her breasts, wet streaks on her thighs and hands clammy with his juices. He lay along her back and his cock prodded the ass cheeks.  She could see only one part of the bed from where she was but what she saw told her the whole story. She watched as Sameer pressed himself on the woman lying below who had to be her daughter -- in -- law.  Manga felt the now dry cockhead nudge her ass.


She lifted her hips to angle her pussy to his searching probing cock. She didn't want him to find her anus so in frantic haste she reached under and her fingers grasped the pillar. She held it to her pussy and waited for his thrust. He thrust in and sank into the waiting cunt.  Manga now was able to let go and prop herself up allowing her pussy to be plundered from behind. Sameer reached under and cupped her breasts, holding them as handles, riding her like a bitch. " Manga, you are my bitch" he muttered. He fucked hard and furious. She fucked back. She twisted and turned her cunt to try conquer his cock. Quickly she reached back with one hand and ringed his cock with two fingers. The extra sensations and the pulling back of his skin made his cock bulge harder still. She fucked back. "I am your Manga who is going to take you when she wants, where she wants Mama!" she panted. The girls  watched in amazement as their chacha and daughter-in-law talked dirty and engaged in an animal duel of fucking.  

Manga lost control of her cunt as the pounding triggered her millionth orgasm that afternoon. Profanity spewed from her lips as she begged to be subdued. "Fuck me Mama. Make me your bitch!" she wailed . The words had the desired effect on Sameer. He bellowed as his seed shot forth into her pussy, filling her with its warm gush. Once, twice, thrice, the Sameer's head jerked and his body thrust back and forth as he tried to maximize the pleasure of her cunt juicing his cock. She put her head down and her hands gripped the sheet tight in both fists, her ass thrust in the air and flailing back it him, milking him with her thrusts. "Ah! Mama! Le lo! Take! Finish me!!" she babbled as she came in torrents.



Her pussy started to drip onto the sheet below as she quaked and shook to contain the massive explosions erupting into her pussy from behind. Sameer leaned forward and collapsed on her back as the orgasm drained him. As he spent his fingers dug into her flesh around the ass and hips and he slowed down to make sure he didn't slip out and miss the warmth of her accepting pussy. He lurched in shorter spurts and slowed down, coming to rest on her, his cheek on her back. His hand lazily reached under and found her breasts again and he caressed the now softening nipples. Sleep overcame him from the exertion and as his cock receded and slipped out, he slid to the bed. He was almost instantly asleep. The girls watched from corner as their bahu knelt on the bed, her clothes, sindoor and hair in complete disarray.

She was stained and marked everywhere as his woman. She reached for the sheet and spread it over him, covering his nakedness from the world. She then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up the pajama. The top was torn and her breasts were hanging exposed. The cord of the pajama had slipped into the channel and could not be pulled. As she stood, she held her pajama to her and shuffled. One hand cupped onto her crotch and held her clothes there to soak up the flood of his semen seeping from there.  Manga shuffled across the room and out of the door and quickly went across to her wing of the haveli hoping not to meet anyone on the way.

Her aching limbs, her stretched bones, her pounded pussy and the energy of the lovemaking all assured her of a sound night's sleep ahead. She did not notice the girls observe her state from her secret corner. Nor could she have possibly known of that lady's shock and arousal from having seen the most wild exhibition of lust in her life. If Manga and Sameer had let lust conquer and swamp their relationship, the girls had just been introduced to voyeurism. They had known about chacha all along. But something about the new young woman who had arrived as the daughter-in-law made them want to know more about chacha. The girls began to plot their own satiation in this new game.

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