Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She bit her lip and gasped in wonder at Binita's adventurous assault. Yes, the girl had to be right! Her pussy was now throbbing and she wanted the fullness of a man. Yet somehow this tonguing seemed to make her feel better. The vacantness between her legs seemed to expand with every lick and she wondered how to fill herself. The paradox of having a woman between her legs making her pussylips unfold and expand, and the need for a hot pillar of flesh to fill that vacantness was maddening.

And so, when Binita's unexpected two-finger stab into her cunt hit her, it was so well timed that Thakurain groaned loudly with a "Haan, beti!" (Yes, my dear.)

She goaded the girl on, her hips thrusting, and the door behind her creaking with the fucking motion of her hips. Binita's fingers had found the target and released the flood gates. Using her fingers as a guide she followed with her tongue to search out that spot which Thakur had found on her. She would find it and mercilessly tongue it the way Thakur had tongued her. If she found that satiating so too would the Thakurain would be satiated, she thought to herself.

And then her own pussy twitched and her mind wandered to the huge orgasm and waves of convulsing that Thakur had triggered in her. She had found her own husband, Pritam's fucking inadequate thereafter. He was neither as well endowed and nor did he have his father's staying power. She had found it necessary, one night, to seat herself on his face and rub her pussy up and down on his lips to teach him the art of eating her. His head was an instrument with her that night and she ground her clit on him, urging his tongue to stay prone till she had gushed down on his face in a massive meltdown.

Ever since Babuji had sucked an orgasm out of her, she had taken to trimming her pubic hair and her pussy was now more like a turf so she could have both men access her cunt easily with their lips and tongue. She wanted that mind numbing orgasm, more and more.

Such is the nature of lust and pleasure; once uncorked, you must have it; again and again. And she was about to uncork it in her mother-in-law just now; she was determined to. The sequence of events was odd. She had triggered a new adventurism in her father-in-law. The sexual lessons from those encounters were now being carried by her to his wife, her mother-in-law. In some ways she had become a bridge between the man and his wife.

These thoughts ran through her while Binita continued with the mechanics of drawing the response from Thakurain but only till the other woman actually responded. The response came when the tongue tip had dealt with the forest of hair and actually found the lips of her waiting, throbbing pussy; Thakurain sobbed. This was the pleasure which had eluded her so long! The tongue then traced the contour of her lips finding the top. Then began the focused thrashing, a provocative call to Thakurain's body to reveal the clitoris. The fingers which fucked in rhythm were by this time squelching with the juices pouring out of her.

"O ma! Oh. Ah! Haan meri Binita, meri bachchi, meri beti, haaaaaaaaai!" sobbed Thakurain, tears streaming down her cheeks as she realised that she was climbing into a new zone of sexual liberation and release.

She collapsed to the floor and quickly stretched herself out, knees akimbo and legs apart. One hand was on her own breast, twisting, teasing and kneading herself. The other hand on Binita's head, stroking, caressing and goading her on.

Her head flailed, her breathing was raspy and every now and then she raised her hips offering herself to the girl's lips and head, thumping back with a groan as the girl took the offering in its fullness.

The sounds coming from his wife's room were unmistakable to Pritam who found his own lusty desires thwarted by the door which he had seen his mother shutting and bolting. Who was with his mother while she was engaged in obvious sexual activity, when he had just seen his father downstairs?

Pritam's puzzlement only grew as he heard sounds of scuffling and movement combined with groans and sighs as he put his ear to the door. As he focused on the sounds coming from within, he realised it was not only his curiosity that was aroused.

Binita in the meantime was spread on the floor, her bare body on the cold tiles, her breasts mashed against the floor, her ass jutting up as she buried her head in Thakurain's crotch. She tongued and lapped the woman ceaselessly, her fingers fucking her energetically. The noises from her efforts were loud, and wet. Sounds of slurping, licking and gobbling filled the air.

As Thakurain melted in the assault, a huge wave started to build up in her. She needed to grip something to break through to the orgasm waiting on the other side. There was a restraint, an unreasonable holding back. Something had to give way inside her for her to reach that peak. She felt she would lose control of her bodily functions if she did not direct that energy. Her pussy felt like she might pee. That would break this dizzying bout of pleasure which she did not want interrupted.