Adultery Worship: But Not The Planned One by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And she stopped. It never occurred to her that he might cum all too quickly but that was what Srikant felt like as he luxuriated in the warmth of Shobha mami's fist.


She stopped simply because urgency commanded that she fuck him well quickly. She loved the large feathery bed of her own bedroom to roll in. She would have loved the luxury of time so she could offer herself in various positions; or take him in various different ways. She would have delighted in being able to harness his youthful virility in one long afternoon of fucking that might have left her delightfully tired with strained limbs.

But she could not get all that today. Not here. Not now. And her need, cunt throbbing, breasts swollen was here and now.

She pulled his trousers down around his knees her face perilously close to his cock her mouth but a short distance away. He very nearly brushed her cheek with it. If he had worn a dhoti that would have suited the moment brilliantly she thought. She could have used the sheer cotton as a light cover cloaking both of them.

She rested her buttocks on her heel, watching the cock bob and jerk reflexively. Looking up at him through doe-eyes she undid the top of her saree laying it out to her left, spread out. Then, tugging at the knotted bundle around her navel she let the garment loose; it unwrapped and fell in a heap around her. Shobha lay back, taking care to undo her hair and letting it flow under her head.

She looked divine spread out like that on the floor, the luxurious silk unwound and serving as a sheet on the floor below her. Shobha felt the cool slab of stone under her and it felt good. Still standing, in front of her between her outstretched legs stood Srikant, trembling and hot blooded.

She was like a goddess to him and if she had lovingly worshipped his phallus he was more than willingly to slavishly worship all of her beauty.

She held her arms out calling him to her. He knelt, unsure of what to do. She shushed him nodding to him that she was there to take care of everything -- he just needed to lean forward. He did.

She pulled her petticoat up and bared her thigh to him. He looked down and marveled at her legs. As his legs touched hers his body seemed electrified. He could feel the hair on her legs graze him and his hair brushed against hers. Energy seemed to flow from those strands of hair as if they conducted electricity. Srikant shivered.

"Mami!" he mumbled using the south Indian word for aunt in a disbelieving, questioning tone. She shushed him. Reaching for the front hooks of her blouse she undid the garment and then the restraints of her bra within. She did not uncover her breasts leaving that last step to the boy's pleasure. What she did do was make sure he saw the bare expanse of her chest between the breasts. They slung under their weight and the cleavage mysteriously disappeared along with the restraints.

Her sweaty, beautiful chest was decorated with her thick, gold chain and the golden symbol- the image of her married status. She slid the taali around so that it was resting on the floor behind her and the chain close to her neck. She always did that when with her husband and she did so now.

Her left hand reached out to the spread out pallo on the floor and flung it over them. Inadequate though it was to cover them both completely, it did at least reach around them for the most part.

Within that tent, she reached down and completely the act of baring her crotch to him, the clothes no bunched up well above the abdomen.

She felt his viscous juice drip on her thigh. Reaching between them she held his cock again as if it were a racquet handle. Again she slid her hand back and forth to make sure he was primed. Then she pulled him by his cock to her pussy. There was only enough space between them to get the cock to her lips and then her fist would have to exit its position if he was going to get any deeper. She left him there and hands went around his back. Gripping his buttocks she pulled him in.

Srikant bent forward and buried his face in the fabric covering her breasts. He wanted that soft warm flesh but all he felt was obstructive folds of various designs and sequins on her blouse. Responding to her pull on his buttocks he thrust almost reflexively jabbing at her. The most cockhead slid along her thigh missing its target completely. She laughed in a subdued tone. These were the teaching moments she was supposed to enjoy. He felt affronted. She shook her head affectionately and reached between and caught hold of the object of her desire once more. This time, she spread her legs wider and raising her hips opened herself out more. He looked down to get a better view of the task at hand.

"Mami!" he stammered, unsure of himself.

She nodded at him understandingly, her eyes dancing with delight at his predicament. Those eyes of hers had made love to many when she flirted and now the look made sure that Srikant was instantly besotted with her. She wedged his cock between her lips so that the head was now at her outer lips.

She nodded to him, now unable to smile as her own desire soared out of control. On cue, Srikant thrust.

In that one instant his cock enlarged to a size he had never felt before and he was hopelessly stuck in her. What seemed like a copious flow of cum proved inadequate to lubricate his movement. He felt uncomfortable and stuck. Shobha felt incomplete without the fluid movement of his flesh within her. He had not been able to penetrate her from having swollen obscenely.

She bucked against him willing him to pull and push. He wanted to pull back and thrust back but was nervous of losing her and then not finding her pussy again. His whole being seemed to hum and he had lost all sense of nuance. He felt her but he knew not where in her he was. He felt her around him but he had not clue how much of him she had wrapped; or how deep she went. He knew nothing and felt little in this engorged state.

She was sexually an expert but a novice at being a teacher. She knew next to nothing of how a youth might feel and how he needed to be guided. The one man in her life on their wedding night had fucked her with élan and allowed her to take him as she pleased. Their honeymoon itself was a saga as he had no inhibitions and she was eager to explore her own sexuality. In fact, in those first days all the sessions had been about her. She fucked him till she knew everything about herself.

It was only then that she had explored him and allowed him to explore her. His adequacy was all she needed.

Here, today, she needed something else. And she did not have too much time to find out what.

"Maybe I should have been on top," she thought to herself. She rested her bottom and he followed her lamely, denying her the space she needed to fuck upward.

"But that might not have been as quick," she explained her choice to herself but also noted that this too, was not quick.

She placed a palm on his stomach and pushed him up. As she did so he felt stuck and then when he moved he did not move out smoothly but jerked outwards. They had congealed together. Using her other hand at the small of his back she controlled his withdrawal. Reaching into her own pussy she smeared her outer lips with juices to lubricate the next thrust.

Now she pulled him in, thrusting hard upward with her hips in sync with him. It was smoother and he went farther into her. Pulling back himself he thrust back into her, this time with more lubrication and confidence. And then he started thrusting into her in wild uncontrolled movements. He slammed into her his cock head entering her womb and as the foreskin pulled back to the fullest the head swelled inside her belly.

She gasped as the cock signaled its presence in her womb unmistakably. His virility and vigor excited her. It reminded her of her honeymoon when her husband had fucked her similarly. "I must teach him rhythm," she thought wildly even as she enjoyed the animalness of his fucking.

And just as she focused on enjoying the full, hot flesh within her, just as she luxuriated in his wildness, he came. It was all too quick. More time had been spent in their makeshift arrangement and then guiding him to fuck her than in the wild union.

He was as uncontrolled in his cumming as he had been in his thrusting but this she knew to expect. That was how her man came too; wild, uncontrolled and babbling.