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[RRahul]

He found a well-located cigarette stall at the time he knew Lokesh was expected to return from college. Aware that Laxmi had been retained to prepare lunch for the young man, he gave it enough time for them to get started with whatever it was they were indulging in. He then slipped into the apartment using his key.


The first thing he noticed was the air of wild abandon in the house. Lokesh's things were strewn at will in an otherwise neat space. And a trail of clothes -- his and hers -- led him to the room where wild fucking was in progress.

Even without that visual cue, a person could have found the way by the sounds and smells.

What threw him off completely was her body, beautifully sculpted by years of exercise through the kind of work she did. What made him forget his original plan was the way that body was on display. She was on top of his nephew, impaled on his cock, bouncing up and down with not a care for the young man's needs.

He could not have known it but Laxmi was focused on herself because she had spent the first round of sexual energy tonguing and sucking his ever-erect cock. It seemed to her that he had not lost a moment of erection in days now. He lay back and let her kiss him in the deepest recesses between his legs and up the pillar of his cock and twirl the head in that marvelous way she did... and on, and on and on.

Till she wanted some in return. Then too, he lay back and let her take -- not doing too much other than taking his pleasure in whatever form she gave it. It was at this point that Laxmi decided to focus on her own bodily needs. It during this bout of feverish fucking and moaning and screaming that nag raj chanced upon them. She was on top, touching and caressing her own nipples and quite simply just using him under her.

'They are a mismatched coupled," he had thought while reflecting on what was happening in this instance, sitting at the cigarette stall.

And yet when he actually saw them together, Laxmi's fabulous body, very pretty face and bubbling warmth seemed to match the sexual needs of the young man with surging hormones. She really is pretty; uncommon in the working class. His own nephew's good looks were only to be expected. Such thoughts all evaporated.

All could see was a fabulous woman who, if she was fucking his nephew, could also satiate his pent-up needs.

"you think I am doing this for money?" she burst out in only partially feigned rage. "I brought him over the years and now he is a man and he has needs. I just..." she waved her hands to show that she merely done what was logical.

"look I don't know!" argued Nagaraj, unwilling to be put off. "you cannot do it for affection for you hardly know me. You won't do it for money. Maybe you will do it for the pleasure of it?" he reasoned.

He distinctly remembered what looked like a very selfish bout of sex. If she was into her own pleasure, then maybe this angle would work.

And then he took the biggest chance with her. it was something he had never ever done before but with Laxmi he sensed that it was a make or break moment. Laxmi had her back to him and he thought this was the right time to share his problem with her.

When Laxmi turned around, she gasped in shock at the dark, large, brooding member hanging between his legs. It seemed to be steadily swelling, set free from the constraints of his clothing.

"You..." she started to say something but was at a total loss for words. She had been with men that were rough and coarse in their manner. Some were no doubt well endowed. So, she had been fucked in many different ways and in different circumstances. However, this was altogether a different matter. Nagaraj seemed to be very, very large, indeed.

He read her mind. On cue he told her, "That's my problem." No one has ever been able to take care of my needs and I have only depended on myself." He felt embarrassed and his eyes dropped to the floor.

His sex life had lasted just a few years in the early years of his marriage. Like many Indians of his generation much of the pleasure aspects were in any case given minimal importance. In his case, the moment his wife became assertive in the relationship she declared that she old not handle his demands.

He was not particularly demanding; but the size was not easy to handle for a woman like his wife for she was unfamiliar with matters of intimacy.

Life readjusted to a different meter and Nagaraj masturbated as often as he needed to. It was just of late that he felt the need to indulge himself more fully while he still could. He was a lot older, just getting to 70. Of late, he saw greater permissiveness around him and lots of people enjoying themselves like he never had.

Laxmi's reaction was a mixture of awe and impish mischievousness.

"but you are bold," she said, laughingly.

"I don't have a choice. It's more like desperation. But after I saw you the other day I felt you were the only person to whom I could say this. And ask for this," he said.

"And you think I would do this for pleasure?" she said, nodding at his bobbing cock.

"Well you said you wouldn't for money! And then that Lokesh was different. So, what's left?" asked Nagaraj, exasperated.

"Money is always welcome but I don't want to do it for that because that makes me a whore. So, you can just give me the money, kind of anyway. Affection requires time. And as for pleasure -- well, we can always find out," said Laxmi with a sparkle in her eye.

She gently, ever so gently, lifted him in her palm, just about assessing, measuring, weighing and judging what he was about. He jerked and bobbed and gasped. From what she could sense just a very deprived, older man. Perhaps closer to seventy. And the knot in her stomach said that she wanted to find out if size mattered.

Lokesh's cultured ways mattered. He was a sensitive and inventive lover. He continuously tried things which she had never experienced and was always looking to see it gave her pleasure. She had no way of knowing how a virgin could be like that. The truth of the matter was that Lokesh had seen so many sensuous and erotic scenes in movies of all sorts that not only had he many things to try out, but he also kept checking if Laxmi's reaction was as shown in those movies.

Sometimes it was as expected, for instance when he took her from behind. Sometimes it exceeded expectations especially when he sucked her to violent orgasms. And at other times, it felt short, notably she had mouthed him beautifully but never really made him cum or swallowed it the way he had seen it in movies.

Perhaps the uncle was similarly cultured but based on the case he made out, the action he pleased for, he was unlikely to be experienced or imaginative. But this cock, impressive in its size for unparalleled. She had never had anyone so large. The slick and immediate wetness between her legs was in anticipation of a mega-fuck and similarly sized orgasm.

"What do you want to do?" she asked, gently stroking him back and forth, but not in her grip. Her hand was small. She herself was small-ish in front of his large frame. She merely continued to stroke the base of his cock without constraining him so that it leaped, jerked and bobbed on its own, with precum leaking now at the excitement of being touched by a woman.

He could not remember when it had ever happened.

"I just want you to take charge of me," he mumbled in heated passion.

"That's twice in a row," thought the maid. And each was at the other end of the age spectrum. One turned just 19 and stepping into manhood. And the other staring at matters of old age -- though the hardness belied that. Not the size -- the hardness. That he had a large cock was one thing and that it was able to achieve such a full erection was quite another matter.

Laxmi knew because of certain other older men who had tried their luck with her. many had desire in the mind to fuck her but were not able to bodily take her. even when she had allowed it, it had not always worked. So yes, Nagaraj was impressive in his willingness and ability.

"Do we have the time?" asked Laxmi, her fingers capturing the viscous fluids and using it to tease his cockhead.

"Ah," gasped the old man, his nerves tingling like that of a young man. "I don't know. When does he return?" he managed to stutter.

"In a couple of hours, though he has come early to have me," whispered Laxmi. Her pussy was now bubbling with warmth. She needed something. But what? Unlike her other untutored lover, this one seemed to view himself as the center of all sexuality and his cock at the center of that universe.

"So, we cannot be sure," whispered Nagaraj rocking back and forth trying to make her form a sheath of her hand sufficient to pleasure her.

"we may get caught," she replied, dropping to her knees. The monster was now in her face. She tugged it down and left it to spring back up. Flecks of his precum spattered on her face and hair. Involuntarily she pursed her lips to avoid the spray. Then, quite contrariwise she kissed the moist and dripping bulbhead.

"Laxmi!" wailed the man above her head. He had barely ever been caressed, let alone kissed.

She walked down the pillar with her lips and judged that it was not something she could take into her mouth in any meaningful way. At best, she could take the cockhead and swirl her tongue around it. Anything more would most likely choke her.

And that gave her a proper estimate of size. She was not going to let this guy mount her. it would be brutal and dangerous. He might tear her apart, especially since his passion was on edge.

"You think he will come?" asked the uncle nervously about his nephew.

"I don't know about him," replied Laxmi, standing up and this time she did try to hold him in her fist. More than twice the length is his fist was outside her hand. And she could not get her fist around the girth. Her hand very quickly became hot and sticky.

What seemed like an awful lot of precum turned out to be very little when she tried to use it to lubricate her fist and his cock. There was not enough to go around.

She did not press hard simply because she could not. She already felt challenged to just hold him in her hand. Where was the question of masturbating him?

"I don't know about him but you will definitely cum, wont you?" asked the ever-mischievous Laxmi, her breath short with excitement.

"I hope he reaches late," blurted out Nagaraj thrusting against her fist to no use. "I want lots of you and I don't want to be caught either."

"you seem too excited to take lots of me," she whispered, nuzzling his chest and searching out his nipples through his shirt. "Anyway, there is only one way we can do this," she jerked her hand once to indicate what she meant by 'this'. "WE do this my way. Lie down," she instructed her third novice in four days. "I cannot risk you on top."

"That's what they all said," complained Nagaraj.

"All?" asked Laxmi as she led him by his hand to the guest room. Somehow, she felt odd about taking the boy's uncle to his room. "I thought you said only your wife?" probed Laxmi. Was the old man conning her into sex?

"well, mainly my wife. There was one girl in college who just... fled," said Nagaraj lamely.

"And?" asked Laxmi as she helped him out of his shirt. The old man was reasonably in shape. Not entirely flabby and gone to seed. But not also the muscular body of a working-class man. Nor the gym-toned body of Lokesh. She reminded herself of what Nagaraj's appeal was, glancing down at his impatient cock.

"here or there when I tried." Nagaraj said lamely.

"Men!" thought Laxmi slapping away his hands as he tried to take some sort of control of the situation.

As she kneeled and spread her legs preparatory to mounting him, she noticed that she was flowing quite a bit. She tried to get one leg across to straddle him and found that he was quite broad. She failed to reach across and her knee pressed down on this thigh on the other side and she stumbled and fell forward.

She controlled her fall with her hands and he found himself staring up at her, poised over him, her breasts inches away from his face. He glanced at the two straining mounds and up at her. "You still have your clothes on," he said, his throat choking.

"there are none where it matters," she replied, looking down at herself. Then she looked into his thirsty eyes. His hands were searching out where for 'where it mattered'. She laughed at his clumsy efforts at finding his way through the folds of her saree and her petticoat. She swung her chest at him.

Then she did something that took his breath away. She unhooked her blouse and let her breasts tumble out. Just when he was about to reach for them, she stood him taking those oh-so-juicy breasts out of his reach even as they bounced and jiggled and nipples perked up -- all stiff.

He grabbed her ankles as she stood astride his prone body. He found it easier to go under her skirts now and stroked his way up her legs. Past the knees he made a straight dash for her crotch and he sensed warmth and moisture. She bent her knees a bit and the pussy yawned open. His fingers brushed her pubic hair searching for the depths that promised him heaven.

She untied her petticoat and unwound her saree everything to fall around her in puddles of clothes. As she bent her knees further the elusive crotch came within reach and his fingers probed her but made no significant progress. Laxmi shivered and shuddered as her own needs rose to a wild height and the old man failed to go beyond teasing.

She positioned herself carefully. She was fearful and she was crazed with lust at the same time. The man below her fumbled, inept at what he himself needed and inept, too at what she hungered for. She painted her pussy lips with his broad cockhead and stroked back and forth till she was sure that their combined juices left not the smallest bit undrenched.

She would need every drop of lubricant for every wee bit of flesh that was to merge. And when she wedged down on the cockhead she gagged at the stretch, the pain and the stabbing heat of pleasure.

"Laxmi!" groaned Nagaraj.

"Ayya," screamed Laxmi. Nagaraj's hand reached for her mouth to stifle her voice but she, Lokesh and Seema had been giving full vent to their pleasures over the last few days.

Hands on his chest and not resting her hips down, Laxmi squatted on her haunches, his cockhead just at her outer lips, maintaining full control over her descent. There was no question of letting him in more than this much. She felt she would not be able to take in any more.

Making him cum by manipulating his cock within the initial sheath of her pussy was going to be a lot of hard work. Now she had taken on his assignment of providing pleasure. She was not going to stop and the little bit of cock in pussy seemed to be all that she could take. She dared not think of her own orgasm. She may have taken on more than she could consume.

It spread her as she very well expected. Balancing herself, she moved. The vibrations were intense. It seemed that the stretch had exposed every single nerve ending packed into that love tunnel by nature. She didn't even need to move for her body to hum in response to the stretch and caress of his thickness on her velvety softness.

She moved up once and back down. Nagaraj lurched in response as he felt a pussy grip his cock after the longest time. He wished she would ride down further. His cock too was spongy and engorged like -- like how it had been during his honeymoon, and never since.

He held her by her hips and tried to urge her down. But she was not going to make that mistake. Thighs muscular from years of wiping down floors on her haunches, she resisted him and rose, but not by much. She did not want to go through the pressure and pain -- pleasurable as it was -- of him prising her open. She was not designed to take this monster that easily.

She smiled to herself. She could imagine what Nagaraj had faced in life. No upper-class lady was going to be able to work like a horse atop him. And no woman could afford to let him on top. It was a working woman who could remain prone on top and move her hips by just that bit. A lesser woman might slip and fall, impaling herself on what was a force of annihilation if left to gravity.

She then noticed that when she hoisted herself up her pussy widened enough to let a gush of fluid which was otherwise dammed up, corked in by the massive bulbhead now inside her. deeper inside, her body resisted as her walls refused to stretch.

"Is it hard?" he asked, a little apprehensive that she would give up like many others before her.

"Hard?" she laughed. "You are a monster. Rock hard. And huge. Maybe ...." Her voice trailed off as she thought of some of her friends who might savor such a fuck. Her eyes were closed, her mind on the exact movement of hardness on velvet. Inside herself.

"Maybe? Maybe what? Actually, I was asking if it is difficult," grunted Nagaraj, desperate for more stimulation and wanting to cum. The desire to cum was intense but it was not going to happen with this slow, stop-start grinding.

"I know why none of the women in your circle could do anything for you," she sighed, shivering as she descended. Now she noticed that while her pussy gripped at him involuntarily, he was a tad bit deeper from taking advantage of the yield in the tunnel from when she lifted herself off.

she opened her eyes and looked at him. Moving much shorter than she otherwise she did, she jabbed up and down and said, "No one could be exercised enough to do this,"

"Yes!" he cried out as his cock gave signs of being stimulated enough to cum. A few more of these and he was going to hit a home run.

She thought he merely was agreeing with what she had just said. But soon she regretted having played around for she slipped a bit and she allowed his to wedge deeper and it seemed to hit something that caused her to yelp in a sharp pain.

"Ayya, master. You need an insatiable bitch to take you," she shuddered pulling back and grunting as she pushed back. It was an impossible situation. She could not take him deeper. She could not spread herself more. She could not go faster. And yes, she needed more. Much more. The tremors inside her causing her to shiver and shudder were insane! She just needed to cum, too!

She spread her legs wide as she could and found that it was good only for straddling his body. It did nothing for accommodating the cock inside her. her pussy had gone as wide as it was going to go.

"I thought you ..." started Nagaraj and stopped as soon as he felt a stiffening in her body. "You were fucking Lokesh like he could not give you enough!"

her thoughts went back to some of those raunchy women she knew and the loose talk they engaged in. at least a few of them were addicted, fucking several times a day among their set of men. And taking and allowing them to take as they fancied at each time. No one man could service such a woman. She was not designed to be a one-man woman. Anyone that wanted her to be his found himself giving up on that just because her insatiability. There were such women in her circle.

There were also ripe, warm women, who needed some real manhood in their bed to fill their idle afternoons and thirsty pussies, in the houses where she worked. But she really doubted if they could deal with this man. Maybe Lokesh. But not large, thick cocks that needed working through.

All the while, eyes closed she moved gently and yet, the open and caressed spots exploded and she felt a huge gush and shudder. Her body was in melt and she shuddered and convulsed. In this strong storm of an orgasm she lost control of her movements and went harder than she could afford and sharp twinges of pain mixed with her pleasure and she screamed.

"Ayaaaaaaa! Oh, I am so fucked!" she wept and came in torrents. Nagaraj felt her pour down and was hopeful that with this lubrication she could do more for him. She felt the vibrations build into a crescendo with barely any movement on her part.

She went into a low, long howl of pure pleasure. She let go of herself, her body slumped forward, breasts pressed against his chest. In deep pleasure, she still took care to keep her hips up. She made minor moves to extend her orgasm and there seemed to no end to cumming.

He tried to shake her to movement but she was lost to the world. "Get up," he urged her and his plea went unheard. He was desperate but there was nothing to be had. He was hopelessly stuck inside her. he clenched his buttocks so that his cock reared up as best as it could inside her.

"Oh god!" whimpered the maid, the hired-to-pleasure woman. The slightest movement sent her into convulsions.

"My turn!" he urged her. She shook her head in disbelief at her insides and in denial to him. She lay there, shuddering from time to time and rubbing her face on his chest at other times. The orgasm relaxed her body fantastically and she found herself needing to prop herself further and further up as the pussy melted and sank onto his unrelenting cock.

Her body was trembling and on fire. Every part screamed for a touch, a kiss, a caress. The kind only Lokesh could give her. That imaginative lover! And here was this brute of a cock which had caused such a primal upheaval inside her. What she had taken for a 'job' partly out of sympathy, partly out of the situation and partly with an eye on the cash had turned into a sexual odyssey of sorts for her. she had never been in so many situations of sexual experimentation and frontiers. When she heard the tales of her friends and 'madams' at whose houses she worked, she had often wondered if it was real. And if it was real why had it not happened to her?

Now it was clear to her that those other women must have been fucking the men at the houses they worked. In their social circles, all they got was raw fucking. This! This was heaven for its imaginativeness and sensitivity.

Nagaraj gave up. His cock did not, erect as ever, and now painfully so, for that's how it feels if a man wants to cum and does not.

She was done. She was drained. She had more stamina than this but this cumming was furious and intense. There was no question of rolling off him as she might have off Lokesh. Not only was his cock at its fullest, it was if she was hoisted on a tent pole.

Carefully, she lifted one leg and allowed herself to leave him completely, her face a picture of intense concentration as she watched the slick-wet monster slide out. He bobbed up as if the erection was just fresh and Laxmi shimmied down and kissed the head briefly before flopping next to the much-disappointed Nagaraj.

She turned her back to him, pressing her thighs together which brought about another frisson of pleasure. Dear god! She still was in pools and ripples of pleasure!

Idly and mischievously she thought of all that she could do advertising Nagaraj to her circle of women, whether friends or employers. Those high-class women! They would not be able to walk for days. She smiled to herself as she drifted off into a well-deserved nap.



Nagaraj lay there, desperate. What else could he do? He had taken a bold plunge of asking for help. And then the woman had shamelessly taken her own pleasure and was now snoring gently, back to him.

Those curves were beautiful. He looked down at his own ramrod stiff shaft. He was messed up with juices from her incessant cumming and his own releases. He looked around for something to clean himself so that he could maybe stroke himself for relief.

he used the bedsheet for the clothes were strewn across. And when he started to masturbate he could not help feeling pity for himself. He deserved a woman to empty into and here he was stroking himself again.

Just then Laxmi turned over on to her stomach to settle into deeper sleep. And unknown to both of them, Seema had watched at least some of Laxmi's exertions. She had found her way back hoping to catch Laxmi first and then her boyfriend Lokesh. And then the warmth of a threesome.

Strewn clothes suggested Lokesh had got to Laxmi before her. and when she located the hotbed of action, she was surprised to see that it was not Lokesh. It was someone she did not recognize.

Perhaps Laxmi was misusing the house for her own dalliances. She had caught the snatches of conversations. She had Laxmi struggle to fuck the man. And she had wondered why the woman who took Lokesh and her in so many different ways was being so restricted with this man.

All those doubts lifted from her mind when Laxmi lifted herself off the cock she had stuffed inside her. and as she watched the man wipe himself with sheets and stroke himself she found herself fascinated with the sheer size.

Her newly breached pussy juiced up instantly. Laxmi had made love to her. Laxmi had helped Lokesh fuck her and she had needed that help for she struggled to take him in. and with the intensity and warmth of the mature woman in their midst Seema discovered that she simply loved the pleasure. She was addicted.

And now this new challenge. Could she be taken? Could she take him? Could she offer herself? Would dear Laxmi share like how she had shared Lokesh with her? she undid the top button of her jeans and watched as the man stroked himself.

And then he kneeled between Laxmi's legs spreading them gently wide even as the woman slept. Nagaraj needed her bad and today he had crossed the line beyond which fear of being found or ridiculed was not a factor.

Holding his cock, he used its broad head to probe her recesses much to the fascination of Seema. Imagining his cock inside her much smaller pussy, she felt the urgency to fill herself at least with her fingers. Seema's fingers were slick and she slid in and out effortlessly.

The masturbation which had kept her going for so many years was now hopelessly inadequate. It was really, really large and even if he entered her, Seema was sure she would still be able to see his cock, not fully accommodated by whichever opening he took.

Seema's thoughts were bang-on. Probing in the blind, the cockhead found Laxmi's puckered anus and there was no way he was going to get in. but he prodded on till the woman woke up in panic!

"Hey!" she shouted propping herself up. And that was all the leverage Nagaraj needed. Lifting her up by her hips he took charge. Frantically, he managed to find her upturned pussy and pushed in.

her congealed juices quickly were moistened again and he was inside her. now it was his turn to understand her problem. He made headway but not much more than how much she had taken in.

"Ayya, Master, don't!" she pleaded. "Oh my god," she wept, her fists pounding into the bed as her body was wracked by pleasure which she did not want.

He grunted and pushed deeper. "No!" screamed the maid in pleasure and in resistance but she could not prevent her hips from bucking back towards him.

"Then what was that?" he growled, nails digging into her flesh. "You want it too!"

"No, I don't! I cannot" she sobbed.

He pushed and smiled as he judged himself to be deeper than ever. A little more and he could start to ride her and that would make him cum. He pushed in.

"ah!" she cried out in sharp pain, startling him.

"You bastard! You don't need a woman. You need a whore!" she screamed, leaving respect for the master out of the equation.

"So, what are you?" asked Nagaraj fucking her with force.

"Oh no! No! No! No!" she babbled. It could have been to the fucking. It could have been to what the question implied.

Nagaraj pulled back and pounded in this time sinking in the full distance which he had previously taken in gradually. Laxmi had never felt instant and continuous orgasms the way she did at his fucking. And yet he was touching her deep in places that were hurtful. She crawled forward. That extra space only gave him extra space to pound her again.

"I am not for this kind of fucking!" she sobbed. "There are others for this kind of pounding!"

"Where?" demanded Nagaraj, now in command, fucking her to the hilt, unmindful of what it meant for her. for too long had he been gentle and heedful at this precise point in a sexual encounter. And he was only the loser in the process.

Seema's fingers went deeper and deeper into her pussy till they were completely lost in her, as she mimicked Laxmi's situation.

"I will show them to you. Leave me!" pleaded Laxmi, fucking back at him. She needed to make him cum. She only succeeded in reducing her own self to jelly. She started to spend cum uncontrollably, her body wracked by sobs of pleasure, pain and all manners of feelings.

"Where? Where? Where?' asked Nagaraj vengefully at his years of deprivation ,each time fucking harder and deeper than ever.

"You are killing me!" screamed Laxmi. She reached under and felt the contours of his cock as it pulled out and pushed in. she could not control fucking him back as her own body made demands and also in realization that fucking him to a finish was the only way to finish this.

It was then Nagaraj noticed Seema masturbating furiously, propped against the door, her jeans down to her thighs, the other hand furiously pinching her breasts. She was seeking pleasure desperately.

"Her?" asked Nagaraj, staring at the young body, fucking harder than ever.

That extra thrust took Laxmi over the edge and saliva flowed from her mouth like the juices that erupted in her pussy. And she lost consciousness.

She fell forward, limp and try as he might, in that prone position Nagaraj could not retain his position in her and she slipped away and he felt the loss of grip on his cock. "No," he cried out, his head slumped forward and his hand immediately claiming the cock to provide relief from the sudden abandonment.

It took Seema no time to shuck off her jeans and move in on the opportunity. If Laxmi had struggled she was probably going to die consuming this cock. But she had to have it.

She came up behind Nagaraj and pressing her pert breasts into his back she reached around and her hand joined his on the cock. In her hands, it looked really, really large. She knew that Laxmi had worried about Lokesh fucking her and taken extra care. If that was the case with Lokesh how was this going to be.

They held hands around his hand and masturbated him. "Who are you?" asked the old man.

"One of the women Laxmi said was fit to fuck you," she replied, bold and full of adventure.

"You look like a girl!" blurted out Nagaraj, enjoying her attentions.

"19 years is enough!" she whispered and she could not help notice the jolt in Nagaraj's cock when she said that. The old man was excited.

She lay back and invited him with open arms, "come and fuck me as you please!"

That was an absolute first for Nagaraj. She had her legs spread wide and pink lips looked up at him. He suspected she was smaller than Laxmi but in his inflamed senses he had no doubt he was going to take her no matter what.

He took one leg over his shoulder so that his hand would be free to guide his cock into her. he was gentle nosing her pussy with his cock and all he felt he was doing was painting the outsides with his fluids. He made no progress at all in prising her open.

She was on fire inside, wanting to feel this slab inside her. she needed to know how it felt. Even as he held himself she lifted her hips and thrust towards him. It was of absolutely no use as the proportions were impossible.

She held her pussy lips apart with both hands and said, "Take me, uncle!"

Nagaraj's eyes widened when she said that. He paused for a moment at the realization that the use of the word 'uncle' brought. At 19 she was as young as his grand-daughter. But when the open lips prodded at his head, he focused back on his needs.

"Ah!" she gasped as he pushed into the opening. "Thrust!" she urged him. He pushed forward, sweat breaking out on his forehead from the nervousness.

"But..." he stammered.

"No buts. There is no way you can fuck me unless you just ram yourself in," panted the girl. She was being realistic. She pummeled at this buttocks with her heels urging him on.

"I may hurt you!" he blurted out.

"Let's find out," said Seema desperate to be filled. "come on! come on! come on!" she babbled locking her legs behind him to provide him a stable target.

He pushed, quite hopelessly stuck. She raised her hips, holding onto his arms. She wiggled herself onto him. "Come on, uncle! Harder!" she coaxed him.

"Yes magale, daughter," grunted the old man. AS he pushed on to avoid disappointing her, Seema felt a searing pain as he stretched her impossibly wide and almost immediately juices poured to quench the pain to be replaced by a satisfying fullness. She laughed. "We made it" she exulted and looked down and found most of him still outside. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him and said in surprise, "Uncle?"

He nodded. "there is more. But we have time!"

It was then he realized that she was small, smaller than Laxmi and all the other women he had tried to achieve completion with. He lifted her, holding her buttocks in his large hand. She had her eyes glued on their union, never taking them off the fascinating sight of his slithery wet cock disappearing inti her recesses. He held her and thrusting his hips and holding her as a target pushed in.

It was the similar situation as with Laxmi excepting that here, he was in control. And Seema was more willing and determined that Laxmi ever had been after the initial stages.

Atop him, she kept her legs spread wide and hands locked behind his neck.

He modified his approach, pulling out a bit and pushing in deeper with each successive thrust.

Seema's pussy melted and she screamed as pleasure ripped through her. she had enjoyed the pleasurable orgasms that Lokesh and Laxmi gave her. but this was insane. The stretching and the filling was gorgeous.

"uncle!" she cried out in delight. She wanted him --like, forever!

So, encouraged, Nagaraj was about to plunge on when the shouts of joy from Seema roused Laxmi from her slumber.

She woke up startled and seeing the young girl impaled on the monster she leaped up in alarm. "Stop! You will tear her apart!" she shouted.

Not to be stopped so close to his goal, Nagaraj simply pounded all the way into Seema and to his surprise she was able to take him in fully. Seema gasped. Her pussy was completely filled out and then he seemed to enter a deeper chamber inside her and she felt him bulging out in there. the cockhead was released from the confines of the narrow pussy and it grew large inside her.

"Oh uncle!" she cried out in joy.

"Magale, daughter!" wept Nagaraj. "Look" he nodded at their union.

"Yes," replied Seema. The root of his cock was at the mass of pubic hair between them, fully sunk into her. Laxmi looked too. She looked at Seema's face in surprise. Seema was radiant with joy and pleasure and Nagaraj pulled back and fucked hard.

Seema felt the knot of the cockhead pull back through the shaft and suddenly realized that this how a bitch was snagged with a dog's large bulging cockhead.

They pounded into each other.

"She could take me, Laxmi!" hollered Nagaraj to Laxmi. "She is deeper than you, even if a bit tighter!"

"Of course, she is tight, ayya! You should not have taken her. she was virgin till last week!" pleaded Laxmi.

Once again, Seema felt that surge in his cock, that extra excitement.

"My girl!" howled Nagaraj fucking her again and again. Now he had the rhythm he was used to while masturbating. Holding her firmly in his grip he concentrated on his cock and his own pleasure.

"oh, my goodness, oh my goodness, oh uncle!" shouted Seema. "You are the best fuck I ever had or even imagined!" she cried out.

"don't use such words," said Nagaraj, imagining his own grand-daughter.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" screamed Seema. There seemed no end to her pleasure and orgasm. And there seemed to be no end to Nagaraj's fucking.

"Stop!" cried out Laxmi in alarm.

"No," replied Seema wedging herself on to Nagaraj some more and fucking down now.

Laxmi put her arm around the girl, trying to support her and said, "I am worried about you! He can just keep fucking, you know!"

"I can take it all!" babbled the insatiable girl. "Uncle," she instructed Nagaraj. "Keep fucking me!"

They clung to each other, bodies red with exertion, sweat and from rubbing against each other.

There some quiet as they battled each other. Squishing sounds and Laxmi holding Seema best as she could was all that happened.

And then Seema groaned. The groan widened to a wail. The wail became a sob. There was no end to her pleasure and no end to how much of a pounding she could take. And yet, it was visible that her stamina was waning.

The girl who had been active in making 'uncle' fuck her, then was poised atop him, became like a rag doll, slumping back on Laxmi's support while Nagaraj pounded on in his hunt for his orgasm.

It started to arrive by which time Seema was holding on to Laxmi for dear life. "It's okay, baby," cooed Laxmi to Seema, holding her lovingly. "This is why I said not to," she whispered.

"No, let him. I want him to continue fucking me till he soaks my cunt," wept the girl.

And soak he did. When his orgasm hit, Seema's eyes flew open at the violent thrusting. There was an enlarging of that monstrous cock. Then came the thrashing. She held on like a little boat in a pacific storm.

"Magale! My daughter!" screamed the old man in relief. Every time he spurted, he was rooted in her pubis, the flooding going directly to her womb. And then pulling out and thrusting back in to the fullest. The pussy yawned open in surrender. Laxmi felt drops of fluid on her feet as the combined juices dripped from them.

Seema passed out in her hands and Nagaraj continued to pound her. It was as if a lifetime of cum was pouring out of him.

"My girl, my girl, my girl," he sobbed uncontrollably as he spewed into her. Laxmi and he held each other tight holding the girl between them as he continued to come for what seemed like forever.

Finally, his cock lost its volume but it still wouldn't slip out at its size. He pulled the girl off him and gave her to Laxmi. They collapsed in a heap on the bed.

"Look at what you have done, ayya, master," reproached Laxmi.

"What have I done? I just made her a woman," said Nagaraj, slipping into a slumber.