Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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Payal got up and sat in front of his dick and grabbing that stiff steel rod and hitting on her pussy, she is stretching her hands to feel and press Sonam’s boobs from back. The stiff dick is sliding on outer layers of the tender pussy lips whereas some thicker pussy lips are working hard on sleeping uncle’s face.. the two bitches are moaning wildly and are welcoming the changed weather.. light drizzle is not enough to douse the fire in their teenage bodies, so much so it acted as catalyst in fact to arose more romantic feeling and badly in need of a loving caring man.. chacha would never aspire to fill that role whereas this uncle is a perfect fit for their young willing bodies

The sliding mango juiced pussy on his nose.. slippery young pussy on his stiff dick.. slight drizzle tapping his body.. he comes out of the effect of hukkah and slowly realizing whats happening, his senses started enjoying the kindness of the nature and cuteness of these lovely teenagers.. soon he is in terms with the outside world and realizing how hard these good looking girls are working on his sleeping body, he felt ashamed off his inability to satisfy these girls immediately after realizing sudden burst of cum.. he now wants to compensate for that inability and immediately he pushed aside the hungry bodies onto the muddle of rain water, he stretches his body and feeling the hardness in his long thick dick, goes and sits on the throat of Sonam and puts his thick head into her tiny wet mouth and pulling her head hard onto his dick he starts giving strong strokes right into her deep throat which is now bearing the weight of a heavily built uncle and his strong thick dick

He is moving wildly on her throat and slapping her face looks at Payal whose sensuous feelings are replaced by fear and  anger.. fear that he may hurt her also.. anger that he is fucking her loving elder sister like an animal in the rain.. just looking at the cowshed through the windows can see the raising bull entering into the rear of his partner cow.. the weather is such even the animals are in mood and no wonder uncle is behaving like this..



Payal understood uncle wont leave her also and looking with fear she is begging him to go slow at her sister whereas Sonam seems to be enjoying that wild fuck after initial few minutes of rough handling of her tender small mouth… Akka’s reaction on her face is making Payal’s fears vanish slowly… more hard strokes and Sonam is hitting uncle’s ass cheeks with her lame thin hands suggesting she wants it more harder..   by now Payal has moved from a position of fear to a point of jealous and this seems to be the world that they will be entering soon as their bodies are maturing to take brunt of the men they love.. when you are hit hard by someone you love, care the most you start enjoying the pleasure emanating from the pain.. that’s how girls learn fast and these girls are much smarter than he thought and hence this load test.. now he got an idea on how far he could stretch ..

For sure they can handle double the “punishment” if you can call it that way… the bodies want more such punishments and the nature is also on their side .. soothing the pains of strokes and enhancing the pleasure moments. His dick is fucking the older throat hard whereas his rough hand fingers are mauling the younger pussy … the three of them are not feeling any hunger , even though hot steaming soup and healthy fruit bowl and the optional local biryani are slipped in by the staff with a bell that lets them know food is delivered …

Some more thrusts.. some more moans.. the rain is relentless.. so is their hunger for search of ultimate pleasure … long night… soothing music.. romantic drizzle.. whistles of birds.. all making it a memorable night for someone whose past experience outside his marital relation is with his son’s girl friend who is a close match to perhaps Payal in looks but no match to the energy , attitude of these girls.. perhaps the traits of rising in village atmosphere… pure.. cute..loving .. caring

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Next day morning…

Amar came back to where Sameer’s morning rituals start… the back yard that is…  He greeted his friend good morning and Sameer greeted back .. his eyes are content with the happy looking girls.. Payal, Sonam… these girls deserve what they are looking for and he cant fulfil those desires and he is glad his friend Amar came at right time..
Today there is no mud wrestling session and its special bath for Sameer..

Amar grabbed a chair and is watching friend who is already in fully naked fashion and he in fact suggested Amar also to join him for special bath which Amar politely refused .. let me first see what it is.. the girls know what to expect and hence they hit the pool to relax their bodies and perhaps get a quick nap on the pool side.. what they don’t know is the new daughter-in-law Manga that came into their house for a 3 night ritual

The session started..

Ganga , a maid,  looked up and saw that the young daughter-in-law Manga had been transfixed on the spot looking at her father-in-law reduced to a mass of pleasure seeking, spasming flesh. She got up on her haunches and then stood. She held both hands up as one was lathed in the cum and in the palm of that hand she held some of the flow. Her other hand was stained with the white streaks and oil that came from the fisting she had given with that hand. She used her shoulder to shift her pallu into a slightly more respectable cover of her torso, but the signal that her look sent was unmistakable. She was clearly a woman who had been handled by a man and it was impossible to know that she had not been ravaged, fucked and made to cum.  She looked every bit as if all that had happened to her, with her clothes askew, hands full of semen and her face perspiring and flushed.  

She brushed past Manga as she went to rinse her hands and arrange herself properly.  " Sameerji, the oil for your head massage is here," she called out to the stretched out, contented man.  "Go, he is waiting” she said to Manga.  Manga was uncertain on what she should do. She did not want Sameer Reddy to know she had witnessed his pleasuring from Ganga. However, she moved forward confidently, relaxed with the thought that if he was spent he would be harmless (however strong you are , you need atleast 30 min to regroup and get your juices flowing again).   The previous night she had and he had fucked in the cowshed like animals was different. On that day, he was just a man and she a woman. Now he is her father-in-law. She would never let anything between them ever happen again.

She never wanted to appear before him in any other role than that of a dutiful and conservative daughter-in-law.  Manga walked towards where Sameer was sitting, her eyes on his broad muscled back. Undoubtedly, that night when they had fucked, her hands had roamed that back, gripping, digging and searching in her wild pulsating passion. She shook those thoughts off as she had done a million times since she got married and entered this house as the daughter-in-law.  She could not afford to let those images of their sexual encounter linger if she was to have a normal married life living in the same house with her husband and his father. It was the father who she had lost her virginity to, just before the marriage.   But in the last few minutes a new image had just been added to her memory. She had just witnessed one of the women on the domestic staff masturbate her father-in-law.

Unknown to the lecherous old man, she had observed the two of them as the woman expertly brought him to orgasm. Clearly her father-in-law,  Sameer Reddy, did this often during his oil bath. Manga had been sent by her mother-in-law with special herbal oil for  Sameer's hair. Ganga, the maid had to rush off to clean her hands which were dripping with his semen and left Manga to apply oil to  Sameer's hair.  With his back to the young girl, Sameer had no way of knowing that it was his daughter-in-law who had come in with the hair oil. She was unsure of touching him, knowing the inflammatory chemistry they had shared on their previous close encounter.
She tipped the bowl of oil over allowing the hair to be soaked and the oil to run down the back of his neck and his forehead.  Instinctively she put out her hand and her thumbnail caught the trail of oil. The touch of that finger on his skin did not go unnoticed by Sameer. Reaching behind him, still unable to see who the person was, he grabbed the hands and directed them to his hair, indicating that he wanted the massaging of his head to start.  Manga dug her fingers into the thick hair and rubbed in the oil. She was holding her breath as she felt him, her fingers alive to the memory of his hard and demanding body. She had been a virgin that day when they took each other.

Now she had experienced one other man, Sameer Reddy's “son”, her new husband. The son was no match for the father. Neither in how he was endowed, nor in his experience or skill. What is more, the old man had the stamina of a bull, while the son was easily spent, and still more easily exhausted.  As Sameer held those hands he could not help notice that the skin was soft and tender, unlike the coarse hands of the women that worked in the household and farms. "A new one," he wondered. And while he had only a few minutes before ejaculated in massive spurts, he was not averse to assessing the new one, even if that meant attending to her some other time.  

Manga rubbed the oil and her hands ran down the back of his neck periodically to catch the oil running down. As she did so, she caressed the well rounded strong shoulders of her father-in-law. She had clung on to those shoulders when he had lifted her off the trunk of the mango tree that wild night. Her father-in-law reached up and behind to touch and feel her arms and he felt a tingle rush through him as he felt the soft and tender arms of his daughter-in-law.  She leaned forward and she could see below between his legs his cock. She was surprised to see that if was still half erect and a trail of fluid streaked downward from his cock. He was either in the last throes of his last orgasm or in a semi --aroused state.  "Are you new here?"  Sameer asked, unable to overcome his curiosity about the 'new' helping hand.  "Yes, Mama, it is I," she replied.  

Sameer half turned to look up as he recognised the voice. His heart leaped in delight as he noted it was Manga. He spontaneously smiled at her. Quickly, he made sure that his garment covered his loins. She smiled back and with a new vigor started to rub the oil into his scalp.  "Why are you getting your hands dirty dear?" he asked, closing his eyes and absorbing the sensations of her touch.  "Hands can always be washed mama" she replied. "Perhaps I will not get a chance to serve you this well very often." Her eyes were riveted on his nipples which seemed to be alert and stiff at attention.  "Why not?" he asked, his cock twitching involuntarily. As he felt her fingers and the proximity of her body he felt his cock responding rapidly even though he should have been incapable of it.  "Well, what will people say if a young girl like me spends more time with a man your age in seclusion?" she countered.  

"What is there to say? You are part of this house now, are you not?" replied Sameer, not quite convinced with his own answer as his body betrayed him. The cock was now fully erect and throbbing. It was throbbing and pulsating like it could only for her. He knew that, but he tried to push the thought from his head.  "Oh, look! The oil is running down your chest!" exclaimed Manga and reached down his chest to arrest the flow. It was reflexive and unthinking on her part. As she did so, her stomach pressed against the back of his head and her breasts pressed on the top of his now oiled hair. As her hands reached down to catch the running streak of oil, her eyes glanced at the tenting in the cloth between his legs.  

There it was, evidence of her effect on him. Even though it was shrouded in the cloth, the size and enormity of his proportions were inescapable. She remembered how it felt that night when her pussy was plundered and spread by his invading cock.  Her mind was numb with those thoughts and she felt herself moisten at the thought. His hands held her hands and he guided them to his chest almost without realizing what he was doing. Manga's fingers caressed the chest, her fingers teasing his proud nipples which she had observed earlier.   Sameer gasped, "Beti!" he whispered, "We are now definitely not supposed to do this!"  He half turned towards her. He had felt those soft breasts on the back of his head and he just had to bury his face in them NOW.

"Your body and mind are operating at different levels, Mama'" she murmured, rocking his head as he rubbed his face against her chest.  He encountered her blouse, her mangalsutra chain and seemingly innumerous layers of cloth appeared to lie between him and the succulent feast his mouth sought. Of all those layers, it was the mangalsutra, the symbol of her married status that posed him the greatest challenge.  As he as half turned towards her, his legs were spread apart. She placed one leg there on the floor between his legs and moved closer so that her leg now touched his cock. She played her leg against his erection, which sprang and bobbed as she rubbed it with her leg.  

Amar is curiously watching the show even though he is not aware of the context , he is admiring the chemistry between a maid and the land lord.. They are talking like wife and husband .. this is the greatness of village culture.. they respect the elderly and don’t mind cracking some jokes with their land lord .. even though their social status is completely different.. when it comes to these matters Sameer doesn’t act like a millionaire.. he cares genuinely for his staff and that’s why they also do whatever he wants.. sometimes laying their pussy in front of their husbands inviting others to fuck them.. whatever Sameerji says is final .. simply trust him…

Sameer moaned loudly in ecstasy and closed his mouth on her breast, through all those layers of clothes which were there and bit down firmly but not injuriously on the mound of flesh.  Manga gasped, "Mama, stop! I am your son's wife now. We should not be doing this!"  "You were mine before his. You were a woman then and you are a woman now," he sighed, nuzzling the breasts as he started to frantically want this woman and any justification would do.  He frantically grabbed at the hooks of her blouse, at the mounds, clutching caressing and grabbing. He tried to insinuate his hands from the lower hem of the blouse so he could touch her searing flesh, but the blouse was too tight. He wanted to reach from her cleavage but she was hunched above him and he couldn't reach the delectable flesh.  She smiled at him, tousling his hair.






As she pushed him away he sensed that if he didn't push for it now, the moment would pass. He put his arms around her hips and pulled her to him. He bent a little so his face would go between her legs and nuzzled her there. Through her skirts, his lips found the furry patch of triangle and he bit at it. She gasped as his teeth and lips grabbed teased her at the tenderest part of her sexual being.  Suddenly she wanted to allow him to do that to her bare skin. She wanted his rough demanding lips on her melting, simmering flesh.  She let go of him briefly, undoing the front hooks of her blouse. She swung her mangalsutra around so that the locket was towards her back and not obstructing his access.



And while doing this, her feet had reached up and caressed his cock fully, displacing the small piece of cloth that represented restraint. Between her big toe and next toe she caught the base of his penis. As she tried to stroke the cock with that pair of digits, she found she could not move up beyond the point where his cock swelled to its full proportions.  "How come you are like this?" she asked. "Didn't Ganga just......" she trailed off, not knowing how to put words to describe the pleasuring she had observed the maid give the master.  "That was just my excitement from fantasizing about you and I had to find some release," he lied glibly. "Now that the real you is here, my arousal is back where it should be."  "Is that what this is?" she asked teasingly, as she allowed the sole of her feet to rest along the bottom of his cock.