Adultery Uncle Shom Spreads Her by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

His hand which was one her back, now slowly pulled up the garment. Quickly the hem came up and her leg was bare to his hand. He touched her skin. It felt soft and inviting. He gasped as his cock twitched and shuddered. He stretched out his legs to relieve himself.


"Uncle, no! You don't touch me. Not there, not anywhere," she said pleadingly. "I will do what I did to you yesterday afternoon," she whimpered. Her hand slipped inside his kurta and she fingered his chest and played with his nipple.

"Which was what?" he pushed on. He knew what was holding her back. And he was determined to bring out the slut in this girl he had known all her life.

She reached back and gasped loudly as she felt the outline of his cock with her small hand. Even though she had seen and played with it, stroked it, held it yesterday, she could not help feeling surprise and shock at the size of his cock. "This!" she said.

"What is that?" he asked, as his hand slipped further up and his fingers slipped under her panties.

She shifted her legs apart so his hand could find her pussy. "Uncle, I will hold you and stroke you. But you must not touch me! You cannot feel me," she pleaded. The heat and moistness were apparent to Shom even though he had not reached anywhere near her cunt yet.

"Why not?" he asked. His palm was now on her pussy and he cupped her mound. She moaned as she spread her legs further.

"Because we have no time," she gasped.

"So it doesn't matter that you are my daughters friend? That is not the reason? And given time you are happy to let me touch you, arouse you, fuck you?" he asked breathless as her fingers lightly toyed with his leaping jerking member.

"Oh, Uncle!" she shuddered as she heard the f-word. She buried her head in his neck.

Shom lifted her saree completely and peeled off the top edge of the panties. "What are you doing?" she asked in horror. "Deepa is just getting organized downstairs and is waiting for me for us to go out shopping."

She quickly peeled it lower and kicked off her panties. Her hand rushed back to grip his cock, for the first time today. She slid her hand up and down that master specimen of the male organ. Shom pulled her leg and tried to lift her. She lifted her leg and put it across him to the other side of the chair.

She sat on his thighs. His cock in front of her. The saree now falling back but not onto the cock because that was the way she wanted it. Her pussy ground on the flesh of his legs, releasing fluid. Her hands came to his cock. She was mad with lust but did not want his cock in her pussy and somehow wanted to leave the sanctity of their relationship as "Uncle Shom" and "Sunita Beti" untouched.

With both hands she held his cock and her fingers played on the member, flitting and stroking lightly. The cock leaped and jumped and the wetness flowed down and pooled into her hand. Shom held her shoulders and stroked her delicate neck. "Say it!" he commanded her.

"What?" she asked as her hands flew up and down the cock. She needed to finish this. She didn't want Deepa discovering them like this.

"The name of what you are stroking."

"I," she grunted as she worked on the cock, "am" harder strokes, "taking care" faster strokes, "of you!" she ended.

His hand slid up her thigh. "Liar. Not me. But my cock!"

"Oh Uncle" she moaned as she rocked back and forth. Rubbing her wide open pussy all over his legs and pumping hard as she ever could.

Shom raised his knees forcing Sunita to slide forward. She panicked and her hands flew to his shoulders to prevent her from falling. "Uncle no!" she protested. His hands lifter her saree up enough. She slid forward. Her pussy came to rest against the broad trunk of his cock, sandwiched between them. Her face was close to his. She stared into his eyes. And he looked deep into her eyes.