Adultery A Housewife or a Whore by strtlr69

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Amit: "Have you ever had an orgasm by the friction of a penis?"

Rekha was adjusting to the new sensations of pain mixed with pleasure. She was forced to adjust her posture to accommodate him totally. She could feel her cunt being ripped apart with every single push and she loved it. She was glad to see that Amit had some basic sense. Her hands on his chest were clearly guiding him about her pain and pleasure zone. He took the cues perfectly.

Rekha: "No."

Amit: "Does your husband have the problem of premature ejaculation? Anyone will ejaculate prematurely being a whore like you."

Rekha: "It is a mix of things. He never wants to do it the second time. He has his guilt trips after cumming once besides the problem of cumming early. Do you think you can hold enough to make me cum?"

Amit did not respond. He, instead, let his penis move all the way inside. Rekha felt her heart would come out of her mouth. She was in loads of pain.

Rekha: "Don't you take it out now. It hurts a lot but let me adjust to the pain."

Amit: "You will have to get used to it. Let your whore cunt get used to it. It will be okay soon."

Amit started to grind his hips in a slow, circular motion. It made Rekha moan out. She could not understand whether it was a moan of pleasure or a yelp out of pain. She placed her hands on his chest and pulled him up close to her. She tugged on his strong arms as he kept on with his circular motions.

Amit: "Have the feelings of pain been taken over by the feelings of pleasure?"

Rekha: "Don't talk. Don't just stop please."

Amit took his out penis all together. Rekha felt a certain degree of emptiness in her privates but she knew she would be filled up soon. Amit could not decide whether to go slow with her or pound her hard. Her mixed signals were confusing her. He decided to go for rhythm and then decide later as things happened.

Amit: "I need something to lubricate your whore cunt."

Rekha felt damn shy as she got up to get baby oil from her washroom. She felt gently sore in her privates as she walked. She was back within minutes. She felt quite whorish as she handed him the bottle of oil and lay down next to him. Amit poured enough oil in both his and her palms. The room filled up with the smell of oil and the renewed sex smells. Rekha was floored to oil up his privates. She was totally mesmerized by his penis. She simply did not want to let it go. Amit ensured that he oiled up her vulva, labia and vaginal walls properly. The more he rubbed, the more she was losing control. Amit was much thankful to her for making him cum once else he would have not been able to control himself.

Amit stopped her and looked back into her eyes. She knew what he wanted exactly. Rekha parted her legs to accommodate him. She soon experienced the known feeling of being filled to the hilt. The smoothness with which he went inside added more to her sensual pleasures.

Amit: "Which sensation was better - feeling filled up without lubrication or with lubrication?"

She knew he was teasing her cunt. Her cunt duly obliged and released a fresh round of her own juices. These kinds of pleasures were absolutely alien to her in the past. Her labia slipped on his oiled penis as he started to move rhythmically inside her. She could feel her labia slipping on his strong, hard shaft. It added sensations like never before. Every thrust was like an earthquake of pleasure. She never knew such feelings existed. He could clearly feel her vaginal muscles grinding nice and tight. It became clear to Amit that she was getting over with the painful part. She would experience soreness in the morning but she would experience pleasures for now.

Amit: "It seems your whore cunt is quite ready. Are you ready whore?"

Rekha did not reply. Her face quite clearly conveyed what she wanted besides her fingers. She was erotically feeling his hands with her nails. She dug a nail into his arms as he rhythmically moved in and out of her. The feelings that happened were too much for her to control. She had never chartered these territories before in her life. Amit went in all the way and stopped. He started to once again grind in circular motions. The motion stimulated her clitoris quite indirectly. The feeling of having him all the way inside her and the added tease of her clitoris was making it impossible for her to control her emotions.

Rekha: "Is that all that you know - going in and out, moving in circular motions and teasing a poor little girl?"

Amit: "You called it yourself. Don't blame me for the pain that might happen now."

His monstrous cock was already buried deep inside her and she was over the threshold of pain. She could not quite understand how her pain would increase further. He rolled over and Rekha was on top of him. Her being on top made her quite shy. She was not accustomed to being on top. Once could say safely that she was used to being done in missionary position only. He asked her to push her hips up an inch and let her hands on his chest. She had no clues as to what he was doing. She got the idea with a few minutes as he started to rhythmically pound her. His smooth rhythm was making her cry out in pleasure. Amit increased the speed at which he was pounding her. She could feel the raw strength with which he was fucking her. Amit had started to sweat as he continued. Rekha could not quite understand how he was able to hold back for so long. She on the other hand did not know what was happening to her. She felt she was about to orgasm and yet something was not letting it happen. Amit slowed down.

Amit: "It is time for you to fuck me with your cunt whore."

She knew what was missing as she started to move her hips up and down on his thick shaft. She started slowly and tried to build up a speed greater than Amit but failed as she was not quite used to it.

Amit: "Whore, you don't have that experience so don't worry. Go slow. I love it when you slowly move up and down on my shaft. Do look in my eyes as you do so."

Her nails sunk into his chest instinctively as her primal instincts told her that she was going to explode. Her vaginal muscles gripped his shaft as she tried to seduce him. The effect troubled her more than him.

Rekha: "Fuck me like never before and make me your whore Amit. Please fuck me hard. I am so close. I want to cum."

The sounds of her body slapping against his and their sex smells filled up the room. Rekha felt shy looking into his eyes as he went on. She had to close them in between as it got too much to bear the pleasures her body was experiencing. A drop of tear started to roll down her cheeks as she found it too much to bear anymore.

Rekha: "Oh fuck. Please, please, please."

Amit: "Please what?"

He increased his speed a shade more. It was getting impossible for him to move his penis. Her vaginal muscles did not let him move that easily. He was forced to slow down. He instead started to move slow and deep inside her. Rekha collapsed on his body as he did so. A few deep strokes and she was convulsing on his penis. Her body was hit with the first wave of orgasm. Tears rolled down her cheek. She felt totally cleansed from inside. Her body tingled and surprisingly started to crave for more. Amit held her as she lied on top of him. His penis had gone a shade limp.