Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Let your body be the judge of right and wrong on this one," he countered. "Then only can you decide about Binita. Just prepare yourself to discover that pleasure conquers everything. I want you to realize that." Sheila stared out of the balcony as her cheek lay on her kitchen table. He was asking her to prepare herself. She could barely move from his grip. Her body was responding independent of her mind. She had never felt a man, firm and hard like this before. And as for his cock -- no definitely nothing like that. How could she prepare for this?

She had a new worry -- that of her husband returning from the fish market. She should not have opened the door so wide that he could saunter in. and now she herself was wide, wide open.

"My husband could return at anytime," she mumbled, her body aflame and her mind numb.

"We already see a change in concerns, don't we?" sneered Thakur, continuing his teasing rocking. Sheila had felt the broad cock struggle to slide in the narrow channel between her legs. The cock had firmly prodded her entrance a dozen times. He needed that action on himself to make his erection absolutely full. He also needed to grind pleasure out of her -- or the willingness to receive pleasure. Both objectives were well met.

When she heard him sneering, Sheila felt angered. "Was this a hunt? A conquest? The bastard!" She gripped the table hard steeling herself for a full battle to escape from his clutches. No harm was done. Yet.

As she tensed, he rammed forward. The cock seared her cunt walls as Thakur yelled in pleasure. The sliding of her walls on his pillar was exquisite. He fucked her hard.

Sheila exhaled with a long "Haaaaaaaaaah!"

The hairy pubis slammed against her ass. She felt the prickly hair on her skin. Her eyes were closed. He had spread her wide, really wide. The cock was a monster-cock. The lubrication was excellent. As each enveloped the other, pleasure soared. She felt her inner thighs become jelly as her body opened out. She squeezed to reclaim the searing pleasure. The clamping effect on the cock was not lost on Thakur.

"Bas! That's it!" he exulted. Now he was ramming in and out of her, hard and fast.

Sheila's resistance could not have held up. Neither physically, nor from the pleasure quotient. If pleasure had not started she may have stopped it. But there was no question of having taken him in and not feeling the pleasure while he pulled out. And then there was no question of not having him ride in again, filling the unbearable vacuum he left behind.

She felt snug and full of him, engorged. She luxuriated in that for a split second before she craved the friction of his cock against her cunt again. Pleasure is a cycle, she thought. Either you in or you are out. And once in, you need to go through the paces. She let her body go limp as she realised any stoppage was going to be distressing. But she was also distressed as the hopelessly compromised condition of herself.

For Thakur, the fucking was a lesson being administered. From the pleasure point of view, he needed to quickly climb to the pinnacle and release. This erection and fucking while pleasurable, was his second fuck and it was close after the first. The impulse to manage a cum quickly was high.

And yes, there was her husband to worry about.

He should have rather worried about Binita. His daughter-in-law had been wondering about his whereabouts. The answer came when Sheila aunty's kitchen table thumped against the wall. The dull thuds, their rhythm and the periodicity seemed to suggest a fuck. Could he?

In a flash, she was at the door of Sheila's flat. They had neglected to latch the door. She stood in the doorway, watching as Sheila lay forward, her cheek on the table, and face away from the front door. Behind her stood her Babuji, ass muscles clenching and releasing as he fucked like the animal he was. The old man was indeed an animal. She had seen him taking his pleasure with the bevy of maids in the village. And now this.