Adultery Impregnated by My Nephew by sansar

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Then Jeetu started pushing it in slowly. I remembered the pain after Ashok had entered me on our first night. But this was not pain; it was a feeling of being stuffed with a huge object. He pushed and he entered a little more. The pain was becoming unbearable and tears were rolling down my cheeks. Though I wanted him to stop, I was enjoying the experience of being fucked by a man, other than my husband.

Then Jeetu suddenly pushed himself into me and must have gone further in. The sudden pain made me push my chest upward and my head fell back. My whole body was bathed in sweat and lubricated Jeetu sliding over me. Though he had taken most of his body load on his arms, part of his body still pressed me down. I swung my legs around his waist and he took this as me wanting to press inside. And he did so, I shrieked loudly and the sudden entry. I could feel the tip of his penis touching mu stomach. I was sure that he had entered my womb. I was sure that my vagina opening must have been stretched wide.

I then realized that he was not wearing protection, I froze; but then I realized that he looked and was like my husband and that it would not make a difference to be impregnated by him. I had read somewhere that Indian culture allowed "Ni yoga", an option to be impregnated by a known person, in case your husband was unable to impregnate you. As a wave of pleasure ripped through me, I hugged him to me, roughly, to hold him inside. I was literally feeling choked and stuffed.

Then he started to move out. I felt myself being pulled up along with him due to his tight fit. He reached down and held my hips. Slowly I felt him pull out and then slowly sink in. The feeling was amazing and I cannot put it in words. Then after sometime, his pi stoning intensity increased. I was getting rammed royally. My moans and yelps were falling on deaf ears.

"Jeeeeetu, pleeeease stop. Youuuu are huuurting me. Oowww, oowwww, ouch'" my moans were literally cheering him to go deep into me with stronger force. I got repeated orgasms and the juices were lubricating his entry & exit action.

"Oohhh my god! Ohh my god! You will kill me. Please go slow" I pleaded. But he continued his squishy rod into me. After about 15 minutes of ramming into me, I felt him stiffen and he embraced me and crushed me to his chest, humping his waist, with short strong strokes, into me and then pushing deep. The tightness of his cock against my vagina walls was literally lifting me off the bed. His balls were slapping against my buttocks, which by now were wet with sweat and our mixed juices.

"oooooooo, unff, unnnfff ..." was all that came out of my hoarse throat. I squeezed my legs around his waist and pulled him to me.

A second later I could feel warm jets of his manly juices pumping straight into my womb, coating his baby making seed on the walls. I was surprised as he kept on pumping his semen for a long time. Ashok's tool would slip out of my hole immediately after he spilled in me. We would then go for a bath, separately now but together after our marriage.

Jeetu had relaxed for some time and lay on me. My Snoopies were crushed below his chest and were flattened. Though the warm spurts had stopped, there was no sign of his girth reducing or his rod slipping out. I was thoroughly skewered on his tool. This experience and feeling was something I had never experienced earlier in my 6 years of marriage. I had forgotten about Ashok by now and concentrated on our union. I wanted to see his prick in me.

"Jeetu I want to see down there!" I asked him sheepishly.

"You mean our fuck joint?" he responded, turning his attention to his pet snoopies. "Sure. Here give me your hand." It was then that I realized that I had clasped the pillow on either sides to vent my gratification. He held on to my hand and slowly slid it between our sweaty bodies and mad me hold onto his cock base, which was the only piece out of me. I felt the area to be slimy and as I felt my pussy lips clamped around it, I felt the familiar goose pimples all over me.

"Now what, Jeetu?" I asked him, realizing that he did not want to come out of me. "What happens now? I cannot be with you like this. You know Ashok will come to know and then all hell will be let loose."

"Seema, did you like it today?" he asked point blank.

I just looked at him and nodded.

"Do you feel guilty about it? You know it just happened," he justified. "You are wonderful and so was our lovemaking. You are the best."

With that he muzzled into my boobies and gobbled a full boob into his mouth, and than sucking out repeating the fucking action. We were still glued to our base and now I felt him softening.

"Jeetu can you please remove your .... Tool? Please?" I was feeling a slight pain.

He obliged and slowly started to pull himself out. As I looked down, it looked like a snake coming out of it hole. Even when it was flaccid, it was much bigger than Ashok's tool. As the head f his tool exited my pussy hole, it came out with a plop. I felt as though a huge load had come out of me. I reached down to find my hole totally dilated. I was now scared that the sheer width of my hole would give me away during our nightly bouts. Today I had to find an excuse to avoid sex with Ashok.