Adultery Across Rooftops by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Manoj gasped. "Ah -- Ah -- An-Aunty!" he exclaimed. He seemed to Sheila to be perilously close to cumming as a horny virgin in his state would be. She let go.

She raised her knee and held his body up with the support of the strength of her leg. She knew that with this she could throw him off. As she readied to that, Manoj balanced on her and reached down to the zipped front of her gown. In one swift move the zip sprang open as he tugged downward. Her chest was open to his gaze but each breast was covered in the two front halves of the dress.

She shoved with her knee and Manoj slid to one side and fell on the bed. Pinning her arms to the bed with his hands he ducked his head to kiss her cleavage. The sweaty skin was hot and wafted of womanly aromas. Sheila kicked. But he was not in the range of her thrashing legs. He pushed with his head towards the flesh on either side, desperate to find a nipple.

"Wait!" said Sheila breathlessly. He looked and into her face. He had never been so close to a woman's lips before.

"You wont get anywhere like this!" she said breathing into his mouth, noting his failure to mouth her pussy or to taste her nipple. The struggle and the obvious strength of the young man had inflamed her. She also realized that he was crazed enough for the sex to have lost his fear and inhibition. She thought of how he had trembled in her grip and reckoned any encounter would she short lived.

This was the closest she had come to losing control and it was because she had not watched Sham closely enough as he had arrived today. "Drop your caution on any one day in a span of 25 years and pay the price for it," she thought.

He did not let go of his grip of her. She did not seem reliable. She was fighting back. Manoj held both wrists in one hand as he pulled her dress up. He planted his knees between her legs, now spread wide, even if her pussy wasn't uncovered. Sheila made it as difficult for him wherever she could.

Pinning her thighs with his knees he quickly undid his buckle and pulled down his jeans and his underwear. The soaked garment yield a gargantuan cock which sprang out on release.

Sheila looked at it with lips wet and apart. Her mouth betrayed her fascination for Manoj's endowment. But she still was not going to allow Sham's indiscretion to open dangerous new dimensions. She would not have minded fucking Manoj but for all the implications of doing so in Sham's presence.

She was not going to help Manoj any. And she knew that most young men knew nothing of how to go about fucking a woman.

Manoj lunged at her, grabbing at her nightie and pulling it upward as his hips descended. Sure, her pussy was uncovered but his cock prodded at her lower belly uselessly. It bent, he hurt and then it slid aimlessly to one side.

As he landed and his head buried in Sheila's shoulder she laughed. Shamed and holding his head down, Manoj raised his hips and prodded here and there in vain. Several attempts later he lay down on her, pinning her, while laying his cock in slant between them.

Sheila marveled at the strength of his body and the length and girth of the cock trapped between them.

"Come back another time," she whispered in his ear. She would love to take this monster in.

"Then why not now?" groaned Manoj loudly.

"Shh!" shushed Sheila urgently, looking to see if Sham had heard his friend. That would be the end of it if Sham found her pliant.

There was Sham, still kneeling. In his fist he had his cock- resplendent in its fullness now- as he watched Sheila aunty and Manoj fumbling and struggling like two first-timers. He slid his hand up and down slowly as his desire became uncontrolled. It was like watching a porn movie and masturbating and he had done that for so many, many years.

Sheila found it mildly repulsive but the tease and voyeur in her was excited too. Her young lover was masturbating at the sight of her encounter.

She looked back into Manoj's eyes. "Don't you want me all to yourself?" she whispered again, trying to convince him to come back later.

"I just want you and aren't we by ourselves?" asked Manoj, hot, flustered and desperate in his need.

Once again he was loud. Once again Sham must have heard him. Once again Sheila looked toward Sham and found him moving his fist faster.

Sham looked into her eyes. She looked back at him deeply. It was the paradox of being Sheila. While she took on a string of lovers, each was a single. And when she was with him, she was with none other. It was deep, passionate, involved. And full of lust. And till she was done with one she had no feelings or stirrings with another.