Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

But that was not to be. Far from it, her pussy, even though it was flowing was not prepared for the assault. Binita should have known- her Babuji was such a bull; even though she had memories which made her horny, her body had forgotten the exact physical impact of the man. As the large head reared its head up into her womb at the top of the fuck, Binita gasped. She felt touched everywhere. Her cunt exploded when she least expected it.

As the unexpected waves lashed her body, her nails sunk into his back. Her legs spontaneously lifted and she pushed her toes downward, arching her pussy over the cylinder inside her. 'Babuji!" she screamed, unmindful of the risk of being heard in the corridor outside.

"Tumhe yeh nahi chahye?" asked Thakur, every word punctuated with an unrelenting thrust. His eyes were focused on the young girl's face which was screwed up tight as the searing pleasure extracted its price. (Don't you want this?)

"Gaaaaa!" she went, as she lost control of her facial muscles. In desperation she closed her teeth on his shoulder, biting him. Her saliva soaked his kurta but that was nothing compared to the drenched state of his pubic hair. She was pouring and the cum was running down his balls and dripping to the carpet below. "Unhhh!" she screamed through clenched teeth as her body opened out like a storm cloud. The precipitation of her desire was instant and plentiful.

She had been incredibly tense in the walk up to the hotel. She was tense about avoiding him and about the arrival of Pritam. Later, she became tense about the inevitability of an encounter. And then the tension of his assault. The orgasm which swamped her was unwanted and she hated it. The pleasure was intense and she hated the fact that her Babuji was so enjoyable. She wished he was repulsive, then she could resist successfully. On the contrary, he was all man and every time he reminded her how intense and beautiful sex with him could be.

The release of tension caused her to swoon. She was in a daze as she felt the cock pound into her and extract orgasm after orgasm while the man inside her, her father-in-law was undiminished.

Binita slid to the floor in a heap as the complete weight of her body came onto Thakur and he slowly allowed her to slip. She was on her knees briefly and Thakur was hopeful that his glistening, smeared cock which was bobbing in her face would get attention. But Binita just slumped to the floor.

Thakur watched his son's wife slumped on the floor. Her ragged t-shirt was still around her shoulders and her untouched breasts were weighed toward the floor. The nipples seemed erect from the arousal. He looked at the beautiful, ravaged woman; he had seen her transformed from angry aggressive girl to a beautiful, blossomed woman. Sweat dripped from his brow. His own dhoti was unraveled and he stood with his cock, hard and proud as ever, the kurta going over it like a towel on a clothes hook. The lower edge of his kurta was damp with the juices, trapped as it was between the dueling bodies.

He stood there breathing heavily from his exertions for several minutes. When she did not stir, he started to worry. He knelt down next to her and putting a hand on her hip rocked her gently to rouse her. When he tried to roll her on her back, Binita felt he might get between her legs. She moved on to her knees to get up. Enough was enough.

All it did was expose her well-fucked cunt and her ass to her father-in-law who himself was on his knees behind her. He grabbed her hips, the sight of her sexy wide hips and ass giving him an invitation. He was between her legs, not from front but from behind. Binita tried to crawl away but he moved forward with her. Holding her hips, he moved himself as close as he could. Holding his cock downward he closed the gap between them completely and let go of his cock.

The cock reared upward and came to rest alongside, parallel to her cunt. She felt the hot rod against her lips. She looked down below and past her hanging breasts and bra she could see the large round head. He wanted to take her doggy style but she was not going to let him. She knew he would need her help to penetrate. Unless she reached under and held his cock and guided it to her cunt this angle was impossible. At his size, even more so. She and her husband Pritam had once had a failed attempt after he had tried it, inspired by a porn film he had seen on a trip.

That was the logic Binita applied. Her move forward had brought her against sofa in the room and she now raised her body and hands rested on the sofa. Surely, she could now successfully get up. A strong hand on the nape of her neck held her down.

Thakur reached between them to get his cock moving. He raised on leg onto his foot so he had space to search out her pussy with his cockhead. His cock was clammy and most with the flow from her. Eyes closed and mind concentrating on what his cock head was feeling out, Thakur kept the girl down as he ached to get back into her.

This time she seemed tighter; Binita screamed, "No!" The bitch was always resisting and he made a note that when sanity returned he would talk to her on why she held back what was clearly special between them.

She wriggled and he brought his strength to bear on her prone form. He pulled back a little as he felt his foreskin being stretched backward. He withdrew and felt her resistance drop. Eyes still closed he felt out her cunt. "God, was it so difficult only because of the heat of passion? Or because of the position? At least the girl could cooperate!" he fulminated. He knew the position was doable because one of the saucier women in his circle had once ridden him to a wild high. But back then he was lying down and she was facing away... same thing...