Adultery Across Rooftops by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She did not want Sham to feel any differently. Her sexuality demanded her lovers stay on a fine line between lust and love. Each had to want her and she had to want him. Her loins raged for that kind of fucking and sucking. If he fell for her emotionally, it was the end of the road. Equally, if he was just looking for raw sex, that did not turn her on at all. Such men never made it to her bed.

If she had had a string of lovers it was only because as the sexual unions became intense the men became intense; and emotional. Each ended up forcing her to change her man. Without fail.

This time, the tables seemed turned.

Her response to Manoj moving on her so strongly, so physically, made her feel she was letting down Sham. But looking at Sham masturbating so furiously and intently confused her.

She grabbed Manoj's cock, which had slowly been dripping on her crotch. "Okay!" she said hoarsely. "But you have no idea how!" "No, I don't, Sheila aunty!" agreed Manoj excitedly. Sheila noted the surge in his cock as it registered the excitement to come. "But neither did Sham. And you taught him," he continued.

Sheila grunted non-committally. She did not like the allusions to Sham. There was no need for justification for what Manoj wanted from her. If her willingness to "do" one youth was to lead to another, where would this end?

As she tried to move, Manoj kept her pinned.

"Get up," she commanded Manoj.

"Why?" he demanded.

"This is not how I teach," she replied. She pushed him now and he followed the force of her action to slide onto his back.

She kneeled between his legs and holding his jeans and underwear within, pulled it all down till be was bare but for the shirt which too was open in the front. Then, from ankles upward she moved back up pausing in front of his cock as it waved in her face. She might have taken it in on another occasion but Manoj was likely near a blow-out. She admired the length and girth. As if worshipful, with both hands she stroked upward with fingertips.

Manoj shuddered. She made a mental note that she would have to control how deep he penetrated her. As it is youngsters tended to be wild in their aggression. In this case the depth was likely to be uncomfortable.

She removed the night dress over the top of her head and discarded it. Sham felt his first twinge of jealousy. There was something great about the full length of her nude body on his body. And now Manoj was going to experience that fullness.

She carefully poised herself on the top, as she held him with one hand. Making a fist, she ran the length of her hand till she was at the root. She would not remove this hand till she had measured his cock with how it felt in her cunt. It was her stopping point.

She slid down with a grunt and the bulb spread her open. She slid down effortless as the congealed mess inside her quickly liquefied. Manoj grabbed her breasts and groaned "Aunty!" in a loud bellow. She felt him fill her and she had not yet lowered her ass by a fraction. Nor had her pussy touched the stopping point of her fist. "How much is there?" she wondered.

The spreading though was wonderful. She twisted and turned her hips to enjoy the carving open of her pussy. As always, and as she had suspected, width was more easy to enjoy than depth. Depth needed control. And Sheila, once she had decided to get into bed, did not believe in control.

With her, sex meant anything and everything.

Sheila jabbed down in sharp short thrusts as she manipulated the head just inside her pussy. She wanted him to come and she had judged him to be near explosion. He had been. But the squeeze she had administered when she was contemplating hurting him had caused an intermediate release. It set back his cumming back by a good bit. But how was she to know.