Adultery Bhabi, Beggar and Blunder

[lattu_pattu]

As the late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of Shreya's home, Kavya and Shreya sat at the kitchen table, huddled together in whispered discussion. The air in the room was thick with tension, an undercurrent of excitement and nervous anticipation thrumming like a livewire between them.


Shreya and Kavya exchanged another conspiratorial glance, their hearts racing in unison at the thought of what they were about to witness. Rani agreed to once more demonstrate sexual act to Shreya and let Kavya be a spectator. Rani didn't want to go forward with it after what happened last night but this was the only way to keep Kavya's mouth shut.

While Shreya and Kavya were going on with their assignments, discussing the plans for the night in between, Rani sat in her room, staring blankly at the walls, lost in thought.

The walls of the middle-class bungalow seemed to close in on her as she contemplated the events of the previous night. Her mind was consumed with the memories of Chandu, the old man who had taken advantage of her vulnerability. She could still feel the weight of his body on top of hers, his rough hands groping her, his sweaty forehead pressed against hers, the acrid smell of his breath, and his grunts as he rammed himself into her.

She had agreed to demonstrate intercourse to Shreya just only for that one time, to help her sister-in-law understand her duty as a wife, but she didn’t sign up for this. For this endless humiliation and degradation that this man put her through, all the while pretending that he was doing her a favor.

The thought of having to go through it all again, for the entertainment of Kavya this time, was sickening. Last night Chandu had fucked her not once, not twice, but thrice, each time more forceful and degrading than the last. She could hardly walk properly today, and her entire body was sore and aching.

Shreya had seen what happened the first two times, first act in person and second act in a camera recording. But she didn't want her dead sister-in-law to witness what had conspired the third time. She sat in her bed, tired and rolling back her memories to that third encounter.

[Rani's Room: Previous Night]

It was nearly 2 hours after Chandu had banged her for the second time. They both were lying side by side, panting and drenched in sweat. Rani's heart was still hammering in her chest, and her entire body felt like it was on fire. She could hardly believe what had just transpired between them. She had never experienced anything like this before - not even with her own husband.

Chandu couldn't contain his happiness and lust after screwing such a beautiful young woman. He turned to look at Rani - her eyes were closed, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She looked like she was in a trance. 

Chandu raised his hand and placed it on Rani's head and caressed it gently.

His breathing slowly started to return to normal, and his grimy fingers snaked their way down to her plump breasts, gently kneading them and teasing her nipples with his ragged fingernails.

Chandu wished he could speak, but his tongue failed him. He tried to form a coherent sentence, but all that came out were pathetic, incoherent moans. He wanted to praise Rani's beauty, to tell her how good it felt to be inside of her, but he couldn't. Instead, he lay there, his eyes glued to her perfect, naked form, his fingers still toying with her tits, as if trying to memorize every inch of her.

Rani opened her eyes and looked at him, a mix of emotions swirling in the depths of her rich, chocolaty irises. She looked conflicted, almost regretful, but at the same time, there was a faint glimmer of something else - something like remorse. 

She had already sinned. All that was left was to collect some good karma and make up for the sins she committed. One way was to fulfill the desires of this old man on the verge of his end, who had never known such pleasures in all his life. In doing this, she could at least gain some good karma from him, praying to the god that he may pray for her soul to attain peace.

So she said in a hoarse voice, swollen from the countless forced screams that came out of her from the previous encounters, "Just this once, no more after this."

Chandu could feel his ears perking up at her response. His old body suddenly felt like it was accomplishing a great feat. His face broke into a wide gruesome grin, revealing a set of rotten teeth.

He nodded eagerly, as if to reassure Rani of his sincerity. His hands, which had been gently fondling her breasts, suddenly gripped them tightly, causing Rani to gasp in pain.

Without warning, Chandu rolled on top of Rani, his weight pinning her down to the bed. He grunted as he positioned himself between her legs, his rock-hard cock pressing against her wet entrance. 

But before he could carry-on with penetration, Rani stopped him.

"Not right away please. I am still recovering. So please start with something other than penetration. Let me gather my strength again," Rani pleaded, her voice weak and trembling. 

Chandu nodded his head like a good dog, releasing her tits from his grip and moving his body upwards. He began kissing her collarbone, and Rani couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at the sensation.

No matter how much she tried to deny it, there was a certain thrill to the illicit nature of this encounter. It was wrong, she knew that and she reminded herself not to loose herself into it. She reminded herself, her sexual partner right now was not her loving husband or some handsome young man, but an old, poor man, who had been cursed by fate. 

Chandu's lips followed a trail down her neck, past her bare shoulders, and to her breasts. He lavished attention on her nipples, sucking and biting them until they were hard and sensitive. Rani couldn't help but respond to his touch, her body betraying her as she let out soft moans of pleasure.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the sensations, if only for a moment.

Chandu's hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of her hip and he rolled her onto her stomach. Rani's heart pounded in her chest as he picked up the bowl of coconut oil lying near the bed and began to pour it into his rough hands. She could feel the cold liquid dribbling down her back, pooling in the small of her back before his oily hands began to knead her flesh. His fingers dug into her muscles, working out the knots and tension that had built up from the previous two rounds.

Rani couldn't help but moan as he massaged her, the heat from his hands seeping into her skin, relaxing her. She felt him move lower, his oily hands sliding over her ass, gripping and kneading the flesh there.

She let out a gasp as he slid a finger between her cheeks, teasing her tight hole. She hadn't expected that, and she tensed up at the intrusion.

"No not here!" Rani protested, but Chandu gently tapped her ass cheek to assure her that everything was going to be alright. He spread her cheeks apart and slowly inserted his thumb into her ass, causing Rani to squirm under his touch. She gritted her teeth and tried to relax as he began to finger her. It was uncomfortable but she couldn't do anything. She waited to see if things could get at least a little bit comfortable. But it wasn't happening.

Chandu inserted his second finger into Rani's ass, causing her to whimper in discomfort. She tried to wriggle free, but his grip on her hips was firm. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, while his other hand played with her clit. Rani could feel her resolve crumbling as the sensations grew stronger. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms as she tried to hold back.

But it was no use.

With a low moan, she finally gave in, thinking might else well enjoy it if I can't avoid it. Her body shuddered as Chandu inserted his third finger in her bum. She buried her face in the pillow, feeling the warmth of shame and humiliation creeping up to her cheeks.

She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine herself being penetrated in her ass by an old man, let alone allowing it willingly. But here she was, being fingered by him and letting out soft whimpers of pleasure despite herself.

Chandu continued to work his fingers in her ass as he rubbed her clit, the dual sensation building up to a crescendo inside her. It was an unusual feeling, and Rani couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as he hit the perfect spot.

But she quickly pushed the feeling aside, reminding herself that this was all for the sake of good karma. Chandu pulled out his fingers, surprising Rani as he rolled to her sides and got onto his all fours like in a doggy style position. He then signaled towards the bowl of oil. Rani got up on her knees and picked up the bowl not knowing what to do. Hesitantly she poured some into her hands and tried to reach out for his hanging cock but he stopped her. He shook his head and motioned to her for her to massage his crack.

Rani's eyes widened in shock. Was this man really asking her to do what she thought he was? She hesitated for a moment, churning in disturbed emotions of distaste and reluctance. It's just an ordinary butthole, she told herself. But how could she bring herself to perform this humiliating act on a mute, filthy man lying beside her?

He turned to look at her, his intent gaze holding a silent plea. She realized it was just a butthole; human bodies were not repulsive or dirty.

And she didn't think what Chandu did to her during those few hours was anything remotely close to lovemaking. He simply used her for his pleasure and left his filthy mark on her. She begrudgingly complied, as she knew she owed him a debt for the good karma. She poured the coconut oil into her hands and began to massage his asshole, slowly stretching it open. Chandu let out a deep moan as she massaged him, his body relaxing under her hands.

She slowed her movements, coaxing him into a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel him tensing up beneath her touch, his breathing growing deeper and more ragged with every passing second. Rani noticed that Shreya hadn't done a good job cleaning his behind. It smelled of feces and urine. The stench was enough to make her want to vomit, but she grimaced and continued her movements, knowing that this was the least she could do for him.

As she massaged his butthole, she could feel him getting more relaxed. His moans became more pronounced, and she could feel his cock hardening beneath her. She stretched his cheeks as wide as she could before tentatively inserting the tip of her finger into his tight hole. He let out a gasp as she did, and she wondered if she had hurt him. But he quickly leaned into her touch, his body begging for more. She pressed her finger in deeper, feeling the tight, hot channel around her finger. Her own pussy throbbed in response to the sensation, her clit heavy and aching. She added more oil to her fingers and began to move her finger in and out of his ass, reveling in the slick, taboo sensation. As she pulled out her fingers, Chandu stretched his left hand and grabbed her head from behind and pushed it towards his butt.

"Oh fuck, you want me to lick it?" she thought to herself, feeling a sudden lurch in her belly. She hesitated for a moment, but then she heard a low, guttural moan from Chandu. "Fuck, okay," she thought, and she leaned forward and tentatively flicked her tongue over his asshole.

It was unlike anything she had ever tasted - salty and musky, with a hint of sourness.

It was a strange sensation, having her tongue buried in someone else's asshole, but the noises Chandu was making egged her on. She licked him again, more confidently this time, feeling his body tense up as she did. His hand was still gripping her head, guiding her movements, and she let out a soft moan of submission.

As she licked and probed his ass, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of arousal.

She had never done anything like this before, but there was something exciting about the forbidden nature of the act. She felt a sense of power, knowing that she was the one in control, the one responsible for Chandu's pleasure. She felt like she was stepping out of her own body, becoming someone else entirely.

Her mind raced with dirty thoughts, and her body responded in kind. Her nipples hardened, and she could feel the wetness spreading between her legs.

"Ok if I am so deep in this and just for this one time." she thought. She then felt a surge of pleasure pulsating through her as she accepted her predicament. And with a final push of her tongue, she let herself go and surrendered to the primal urge to pleasure this man. The taste and texture of his ass was indescribable but it was overwhelming for her, yet she continued to oblige. Her long tongue twirled playfully, swishing around and sloshing around the filth, making the most out of it. 

The taste was foreign and foul, and yet her body tingled with excitement. 

She felt herself growing wetter, her arousal growing with each passing second, and she couldn't stop herself. She pushed her tongue further into him, feeling his asshole quiver and relax around it. He tasted earthy, dirty, and wrong. And yet, she couldn't get enough of it. She never knew she had this kind of kink in her being, but she didn't hate it. She didn't push away the feeling of shame and sin that threatened to engulf her. She welcomed it. She moaned brokenly, letting her own pleasure mingle with his.

The feeling of his chunky balls slapping against her chin and his muscular, hairy thighs quivering in pleasure was almost too much to bear. He moaned loudly, urgently, and she felt his whole body shudder as he climaxed hard, filling her mouth with his salty, earthy essence.

She pulled back, gasping for air and wiping the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at him, her eyes lustful and glazed with pleasure.

She felt so dirty, so debauched, and yet she couldn't bring herself to care. She just wanted more - more pleasure, more taboo, more filth.

Without a word, Chandu flipped over onto his back, his still-hard cock jutting up from a nest of grey curls. He motioned for her to climb on top, and she didn't need to be told twice. With a wicked smile, she straddled him, sinking down onto his shaft with a sigh of contentment.

Her pussy was soaked, and the sensation of his rough, wet cock sliding into her was almost too much to bear. She began to ride him, grinding her hips in slow circles, the slick sound of their bodies meeting filling the air.

She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure coiling tight in her belly, and she threw her head back, giving into the pleasure.

Rani began to increase her pace, bouncing up and down on Chandu's cock, her tits bouncing in rhythm with her movements. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breath came in ragged gasps as she slammed her hips down onto him. Her tight, wet pussy gripped his cock like a vise, pulling him deeper inside her with every thrust.

Rani was on top, riding Chandu's cock like a wild animal, her long black hair cascading down her back in a wild tangle. Her tits bounced in rhythm with her movements, her nipples hard and aching for attention.

She leaned forward, her hands braced on Chandu's chest, her nails digging into his flesh as she fucked him with reckless abandon. Her pussy clenched around his cock, pulsing with pleasure as she rode him harder, faster. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure coiling tight in her belly.

She threw her head back, giving into the pleasure. Chandu's rough hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. She ground down onto him, her clit rubbing against his pelvis, adding to the intense sensation building between her legs.

Their bodies moved together, slick with sweat and coconut oil, the room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the slap of skin on skin.

Rani could feel herself teetering on the edge, her orgasm building with every thrust.

She could feel Chandu's cock swelling inside of her, and she knew he was close too. And with a final, desperate cry, she came apart, her pussy clenching around Chandu's cock in a series of intense spasms.

Chandu grabbed her and in one swift motion, he flipped their positions in mid-air, and Rani was now lying on her back. He pistoned his hips, driving his cock into her with a ruthless, punishing rhythm that left her gasping for breath.

She could feel the head of his cock bumping against her cervix with each thrust, the sensation almost too much to bear.

Rani's pussy was deliciously swollen, the lips glistening with her juices. Chandu leaned down, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against hers as he wrapped his hand around her throat.

His grip was tight but not too tight - just enough to make her feel like she was at adjustable mercy. He squeezed, just a little, and Rani's eyes widened as she felt a surge of panic and pleasure course through her body. She knew she should be scared, but she wasn't. Instead, she felt her pussy clenching, her orgasm building again.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.

"Yes, fuck me, you dirty old man," she gasped, her words shocking even herself. But she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. "Give it to me, harder, harder!"

Chandu needed no further encouragement. He fucked her with abandon, his hips slamming into hers with bruising force. His balls slapped against her ass, the sound echoing in the room.

With every thrust, Chandu let out a low growl, his hips bucking wildly.

Rani could hardly believe what was happening. She had never experienced anything like this before.

She had always been a good girl, always following the rules, always doing what was expected of her. But tonight, she was breaking all of those rules.

And it felt good.

Really good.

Chandu's cock felt huge inside of her. She could feel every inch of him, filling her up in a way that she had never felt before.

She could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure coiling tight in her belly, her pussy quivering with anticipation.

"Fuck, yes," she cried out, her voice hoarse from the screaming. "Fuck me harder, you dirty old man."

Chandu's cock was like a piston, driving in and out of her in a relentless rhythm that left her breathless. She could feel himself swelling inside her, his balls drawing up tight against his body.

With a guttural roar, Chandu came hard, filling her pussy with shot after shot of his hot, sticky load.

Rani could feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside her, and it only added to the intensity of her own orgasm. She clenched around him, milking him for every last drop as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

When it was over, Rani lay spent, her body trembling and covered in a sheen of sweat. They both lay silently for a few moments, trying to catch their breath, their bodies slick with a mixture of coconut oil and sweat, and as she looked up at the ceiling, Rani couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and disgust wash over her. She had just let herself be used by an old, poor mute man in the most filthy way possible. And worse, she had enjoyed it. Chandu was lying on top of her, their bodies entwined in a sweaty mess. He had wrapped his arm around her head and was caressing her hair all while gently nibbling on her neck.

Rani didn't like it but she was in no shape to move a muscle. Chandu's dick was still inside her while his body crushing her under his weight both, physically and emotionally. She closed her eyes and cursed the day she met him. She didn't know why she bothered to fight it anymore, she lost herself to the sensation of Chandu's empty thrusts. She hated herself for it, but her traitorous body was responding to his touch. Her pussy was still coiled tight around his cock, pulsing in a rhythm that matched her heartbeat.

Chandu's hand was still wrapped around her throat, his thumb absentmindedly tracing patterns on her skin and his teeth gently biting on her neck, leaving multiple hickeys as an unpleasant reminder of her actions tonight.

His body crushed her, Scotch-taped against her own. Chandu soon passed out and so did Rani, their bodies tangled together like a twisted vine in oil, sweat and shame.



[Present time]

Rani was brought back from her memories by gentle breeze of the wind from window which had brought along the aroma of hot parathas from her neighbors house. The savory smell reminded that she hadn't eaten anything since the morning and needed some food to fuel her already tired body for tonight's action.

As she got up, she reminded herself of never repeating the acts from last night and not giving into her lustful desires. She was a respectable woman from a respectable family. She was not a slut to some poor beggar. She was not a tool to satisfy anyone's desire. She made a firm resolve that she was not going to engage in anymore acts of debauchery and filth with Chandu or any other man. Not even if Shreya wanted to gain anymore "knowledge".

Tonight was the last night and the last time and she was not going to fuck around anymore.

But would she be able to stay true to her resolve? Who knows what the night has in store for her?