Adultery Uncle & Sunita: Unleashed by Deepa by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

This was a maneuver which Deepa was unfamiliar with. The toying of cock with breast paired with the sucking and slurping just demonstrated that the lust between her Baba and her pal made her a complete slut. Deepa continued to watch in fascination; it was a lesson in sexual liberation for her.


Shom continued the fucking with some vigor, enjoying the feeling coursing through this cock and from there to every part of his body. His hands were on Sunita's shoulder and with each sucking in of his cock, with each grinding of his cockhead between the breasts, he grunted. Each time his grunting was only louder than ever before. Soon the room was full of the noises of Sunita's squelchy gobbling of the cock and the slapping of the penis against her breasts, and the corresponding moans and groans from a Shom luxuriating in the experience.

Suddenly Shom screamed out a loud "Ah!" as an intense shuddering enveloped him. He realized what was happening and his hands on her shoulder stopped her movements. He held himself back, heading off an impending orgasm, not wanting to finish so quickly. Yes, she had promised him the full night. But he had barely finished with appetizing himself. He needed a feast to compensate for the drought that had gone before. There was this urgent feeding now. Later there would be a slow long savoring. He would sleep long and deep later, after Sunita and Karan had left, he thought to himself. Quickly, he reached for his cock, and gripping it in his fist, pushed upward and her lips were forced off. He squeezed the tip gently, eyes screwed tightly shut, as the grip first caused more pleasure, he hovered on the brink of a release, and then, thankfully for him, receded into the well of his being without bursting forth.

Meanwhile, his daughter Deepa reached out for the door with trembling hands. The sight of this man with a woman so much younger than him was captivating. Clearly they could consume each other and the night ahead was going to long and sleepless. She would have loved to just watch the poetry between the two bodies, mismatched in age but so well matched in chemistry. Yet, she was embarrassed as the daughter and did not want to be faced by her father or indeed, embarrass him. Also, the two were likely to go at each other all night and she couldn't stand there all the time, could she? This was only Sunita taking the edge off his lust. Then would come the vigor and intensity of her dad's lust for Sunita. Reluctantly she pulled the door shut; despite all her care, it did bang.

Shom's eyes shot open. He grabbed his dhoti and looked to cover himself trying to see what the noise was. "Who shut the door?" he asked in panic, "Was it the wind?" he looked toward the window to check the weather.

As he tried to move he found himself pinned by the weight of Sunita sitting astride his knees. She was rapidly unwinding her saree. Shom realized that there was nothing he could possibly hide in the situation in which they were.

Sunita stopped briefly, covering her breasts with her saree and toying with the softness within as she addressed Shom.

"Uncle, that was Deepa shutting the door," she informed him.

"What!" said Shom, shocked. "Did she see us?" he asked as he tried to get up.

Sunita pushed him back. Slowly she let her saree down and resumed unwinding the garment. "Do you think I am here and she doesn't know?" she asked him.

He gazed at her lovely face and the slender arms in rapt silence, cock still firmly in his grip. The breasts jiggled as her hands went round and round undoing the saree. Her face was radiant and aglow, smeared with him. She wore a lovely pearl necklace that seemed a most appropriate adornment for her rose tinted skin, bare, leading down to the slopes of her breasts, anointed at the tip by those delicious nipples. They would taste of him, he realized, were he to suck them right now.

Sunita undid the cord of the petticoat and since most of it was anyway bunched up around her waist, she just lifted it over her head and threw it off.

"Someone's knowing or not knowing doesn't change the fact that we belong to each other," murmured Sunita as she moved forward and leaned over him. Her knees and elbows were on the bed holding her suspended over him, prone. His hands moved to hold her around the ribs, fingers on her back, palm on her side and thumb pouching up her breasts. She swayed and his voluminous cock smacked against her thigh, first one then the other. She lowered her hips and allowed her crotch to caress the cock and all the questions in Shom's head were lost in the fog of lust clouding his head.