Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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-6-

" Sameer! You animal!" she hissed.

"You whore!" he snarled at her, fucking her up twice harder for good measure.

"Who is that?" came up a voice from real close.

"It's me! Go away from here!" replied Sameer gruffly.

The maid there recognized the voice of the man who no one dared defy and stopped short. Those fingers which she spotted on the top of the door were not a man's. The feet which she could see at the foot of the door were pointing towards the door

The door itself was bending as if pressure were being applied on it and with each bend, came a thump. The thumps came in a rhythm she had once been accustomed to, though not lately, leaving her in no doubt as to what was going on. What she did not, and could not know, was who.

But that was not such a big matter for she knew Sameer saheb fucked at will. Discreet, and resigned over the years to the ways of his feudal lordship she moved off, and maintained a watch from afar.

As the footsteps receded, both Sameer and Manga needed to rest their limbs and he allowed her to slide down, all along the metal door. Her descending body yanked his cock downwards till it eventually slid out, and sprang up when released, smearing itself on her belly. Then as she slid further, it nestled against her breasts. Sameer held her by her armpits, luxuriating in the warmth of the valley of her breasts. And then her face was in his groin.


She stared in fascination at the magnificent specimen of maleness. "This is worth losing my virginity for," she thought to herself. And she did something she had seen the porn movies that the girls at the college hostel had once brought. She kissed the cock, tasting herself and him, but of course, not knowing which flavor was male and which female. She opened her lips and allowed him to sink into the wet warm recess of her mouth.  Sameer put his hand on her pretty head of beautiful hair and fucked her face. "God! This woman knows it all. This has been worth the debauchery!" he thought to himself. "I must have her in my house."  Manga's hand closed over the cylinder of flesh as she pumped in and out of her mouth and then suddenly she let go.

She sank to the straw on the floor of the cowshed and now was kneeling to make a thick enough bed of hay for them to lie on and fuck. As she knelt and went about this task, she could see from the gap at the foot of the door Sameer's wife standing at the rear veranda of the house looking towards the cowshed.  Sameer was meanwhile transfixed by the sight of his son's fiancé on all fours in front of him. Her hips were provocatively wiggling and her knees were sufficiently apart. He knelt behind her and raised her skirt, exposing her once again. A hand went under her and he held her soft stomach. With his other hand he guided his cock, slathering the valley between her legs. It touched her anus, her perineum and her coarse haired pussy. The slit was gaping open and wet and took but a moment to absorb his cock.  Manga gasped as new spots in her pussy were now caressed by that knobby monster. She braced herself on all fours allowing Sameer to ride her.

Soon his hands came up to grip her breasts. He held her hard, pinching her nipples. Then he raised himself on one knee. From this position of strength, he fucked her hard.  With each thrust, Manga sobbed out her pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the hot pillar pounding her. Waves of orgasms poured out of her cunt. When her eyes were open they naturally wandered to the wife standing on the veranda. Her would be mother-in-law stood there, picking up wafts of sounds emanating from the cowshed.  Manga's eyes opened with shock with Sameer changed the angle and the rearing cock head touched her g-spot. She blabbered out loud and wildly,
"maaaaaaaamaaaaa.. ! Oh fuck! Yes, take me. Make in me that child which you wanted. Yah, yah, yah!"  She started to buck and thrash back at  Sameer. His cock twisted and turned and he felt her pussy walls contracting and ravaging his cock. The throes of her orgasm had her bucking like a cow mounted by a bull and he gripped her breasts hard to hang on to her. His fingers were surely making their mark on her tender skin but those breasts were so ripe, and so asking to be eaten!  Manga noticed Sameer's shuddering and loss of control when she moved and twisted on that cock. Now was the time for her to drive her point. She leaned forward and allowed his cock to slide almost entirely out.  Sameer wildly lunged forward to find the hot wet nesting place again. Manga skilfully avoided him.

As she leaned further forward, the angle of cunt to cock changed and Sameer risked losing her pussy completely. He stopped so that at least he wouldn't lose the positioning.  She now gently rode back, the pussy only gliding over the exposed and raging head.  Sameer shuddered. He thrust his hips forward, allowing his cock to project outward, fully exposed, ready to take the gripping cunt's caress on his cock. But it never came.  Manga had turned her head and was looking back at him. Her lustrous black hair was undone and framed her face, her shoulders, and her breasts. She smiled at him. He groaned and caressed her buttocks, kneading them and running his fingernails all the way up to her shoulders. She shuddered and shivered from the touch.  But her hips stayed perfectly still. "This," she said with a quick backward jab of her pussy, "is what you want, isn't it?"  

Sameer shuddered and his neck and head went into spasms. "Y...ye...... yessssssssss!" he hissed.  "Then," she continued with a harder jab, "how will you get it" -- and here she fucked him really hard- "if I am not in your house?" and in conclusion she rotated her cunt pulling his cock in all directions.  "You can be in my house. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! You bitch! You whore! You slut!" shouted Sameer as his nails dug into the fleshy ass.  "But how?" pushed on Manga, holding her cunt away from him and leaning forward to the edge of a 'slip-out'.  "Marry -- uh- my- yaah- sonnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" wailed Sameer, each grunt being his response to her expert jabbing fucks backward.  "Then you can have me anytime you want," panted Manga as she felt the waves rising up in her again.  "Can I fuck you like the bitch you are?" implored Sameer, his hands gripping her hips as she lowered her head and presented her ass upward to him. She was giving him control once again, now that they had a deal.  

"Yes, take me! As much as you want! I cannot do without your fulfilling cock!" begged the woman who was at least 32 years younger than her Mama,  Sameer Reddy.   Sameer needed to spill his seed and cum and fill her now. He just had to. This girl's tight and gripping cunt, her gymnastics, her sauciness and the sheer illicitness of their mating was all too much for Sameer.  He moved into the mating rhythm and started to pound in and out mercilessly. Manga was reduced to a whimpering and quivering mass of exploding flesh as orgasm after orgasm wrenched out of her poor, ravaged pussy. From virgin to an hour (or more?) long fuck in one night was a bit too much.  Then as her own pleasure subsided and her mind started to notice what stage he was in she realized he was going to fill her with his seed. Could she allow that? Impregnation by a man other than her husband. That too his father? She thought about pulling out at the time that he would start to cum. But she also felt her own need to feel that hot boiling semen surge in her.  

Her pussy was aching from the pounding they had given each other and she figured the surging fluids would help. But pregnancy?  "I am going to fill you with my seed, beti!" groaned  Sameer as he felt his cock respond to the incessant pounding. From deep within his body, everything seemed to be gathering up to pour out his lust into this young woman who was kneeling in front of him. His hands reached under and felt the soft, hanging breasts jiggle as the fucking continued unabated. "You are now going to give us the next generation of Sameers!" he declared triumphantly.  Manga had the answer in a moment of hearing that. Yes, it was the same genetic line, father or son she rationalized to herself. Any explanation would have done, she needed just something to allow her to take what she so desperately wanted.  She leaned forward and  Sameer slipped out.  

"What the...............!" he bellowed. His cock lurching and jerking wildly as it missed its warm clutching cunt.  Manga lay down and opened her legs wide. Her breasts lay open, spread and mauled with finger nail marks and saliva smeared. Her cunt was wide, red and ravaged. Her eyes were sparkling with desire. And her arms were outstretched inviting Sameer Reddy.  "Come, fill me the way a woman is supposed to be filled!" she invited him.   Sameer kneeled between her legs and sank in the pool of wetness. The cunt which had been gripping and tight was now open and lubricated. He pulled out and used the cloth of his dhoti to dry himself and did the same with her outer lips.  She braced herself. He thrust. The pleasure was searing as her cunt received the hot pillar and the nerves carried the message of thrill to her brain. She bucked her hips and hollered, "Fuck me  Sameer. Fill me! Take me! Take your son's fiancé! Yes, fuckkkkkkkkkk!"  

Sameer rested his chest on those magnificent breasts and his hips pistoned in and out of her cunt. His seed boiled up and when his first spurt came, he pressed himself deep inside, his back arched, his head thrown back, so that at the time of the shooting of semen he was as deeply embedded in her as could be.  The head of the cock was almost at her womb and when the semen came it splashed out deep into her recesses.  As the warm surge spread inside her, Manga's nails violently dug into  Sameer's ass. She squeezed and yanked, pulled and cajoled. She wanted every drop.   Sameer pulled back and thrust back in harder. Another big dollop of semen released into her. She gasped. This was a huge flooding. And with another thrust he filled her more, this time the mixed juices flowing outwards as he pulled to fuck again. 



The violent thrusting made her shudder and wail as she too came.  "Maaaaaaaamaaaaaa ! Make me yours! Make us that child!" she wailed  "Beti. Beti. Yes, beti" he panted in short terse words as his spurting cock became the centre of his world. It was as if he was entirely pouring into her.  Her hands ran up and down his back, his ass and his hips as she caressed him. They shook and shuddered. Juices exchanged and released. The jerking and thrusting slowly gave way to shudders and shivers. She sighed in contentment. This was going to be a happy marriage if she had  Sameer Reddy, sexually and authoritatively, on her side.  Her reasons for getting into this, and now her hopes as she completed it, were different.

What had started as a challenge and then become a control game, was now to be sought out for the pleasure.  "Come into my house as a bride!" he whispered into her ear, as his cock receded, losing the powerful hardness which she had made it acquire.  "But not yours," she replied wiggling her hips.  Sameer spasmed as her muscles squeezed out the edges of his rapidly diminishing orgasm.  "I didn't say that. But I want you in my house. To take and be taken as we please," he insisted.  

"Is that a promise?" she asked, the thrill of this man's strong fucking making her fuck him now. Her pounding cunt found only a small jut of tender flesh where a large rampant cock had been. He was sensitive as ever still, and quivered.

"Aaah! What do you want now?" he mumbled.

"You!" she replied shamelessly.

"You have me!" he confessed.

"When is the wedding?" she asked.

"As planned."

"And us?"

"As and when we can."

The maid noticed the quiet descend on the cowshed. The rustling, the thumping on the metal door, the shuffling of hay, the cows stomping their feet and the occasional mooing, and the muffled moans and mumbling had all subsided.

It was quiet once again. She watched as the woman opened the door of the cowshed. The woman waited, and peered about. The maid could not see who it was. But she clearly had no blouse on and was just clutching the remnants of the blouse to her chest. As the woman ran, she was briefly visible in the light of the tube at the pump house. Her ghagra (skirt) seemed crumpled and what were those brown stains on the back?

Sameer stepped out, smoothing his long flowing kurta. He seemed to stagger. It was too late for the maid to discreetly vanish from the scene. She called out to him, "Listen sir! Dinner is served! Come on in!"

"Yes, coming!" replied Sameer as he bent to pick up a half ripe mango from the scattering of raw fruit that now lay on the leaves below the trees. It certainly was a good evening to have in the season when fruit ripens, he mused.