Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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Sameer quickly pulled the pajama down and peeled the tight sheath of the legs down till they snagged on her heels.  And then he left it there. His lips kissed her ankles and now her calves. Then up to her knees. Manga tried to spread her legs as much as she could as she stared at this head hovering between her legs. She instinctively knew where he was headed and her pussy twitched and jumped at the thought. But her legs could not spread beyond a point because her pajamas while off her, were stuck on each heel. She thrust her hips forward in an involuntary animalistic offering of her deepest flesh to her Mama.  

Sameer continued to tongue her flesh, tasting her. Somewhere was the aroma of a freshly bathed woman, in other places the salt of a sweaty residue. He tongued, tasted and took her into his own being, recording everything as flavors of his own Manga. He was now on her thighs which caused the top of his head to grind against her crotch. He allowed his head to graze against her pussy with greater vigor and noted the dampness it caused on the top of his greying head.  He turned his face to the crotch and then he encountered her sopping wet panties, drenched but firm against her pussy. 

Her panties mystified him. He was used to the maids who usually wore nothing underneath as was the local custom. This was one impediment that he considered an obstacle in his fantasies about quick encounters with Manga in the various nooks and crannies offered by the haveli.  She lifted her hips, her eyes now glazed with lust.

Her lips were open, her nostrils flared and her body beyond any defences.  Sameer reached for the band of the panties and rolled them down. The quickly became tight as they rolled into a bunch. As he pulled and tugged at them down one leg then the other, his hand felt the heat and wetness that soaked them. Soon they would go no lower because her legs were spread. He left the panties alone and hands shaking, reached down and released one of her heels from the confines of the chudidar. 

The legs closed a bit and now the panties were down to the ankles. Once again, as she looked down to see how he did it,  Sameer slipped the wet and spoiled wisp of a garment over the heel and left one leg completely bare and the other carrying the burden of both chudidar and now the rolled up panty.  This time Sameer did not worship her legs on the way to the cunt.

He was thirsty to taste the source of the musky wetness on those panties. He rushed for the hairy cunt. Manga leaned back, comfortable on the stack of well folded clothes. Her back came to rest on the wall. The completely free and bare leg was up on the surface of the drawer, placed flat. The other leg was stretched as far as it would go. The pussy was gaping open, its wetness in full evidence.   Sameer snaked out his tongue and lapped at this creamy offering. He was rewarded with a mix of pungent acidic odors and wisps of pubic hair. His hands held the lips apart and the loose hair, once licked out of the way, gave way to the pink --brown raw flesh awaiting his caresses. He tongued her. She gasped. "Mama!" she hissed out, slow and long, " Where are you mouthing me!”. The question was surely rhetorical, given that she had opened herself and offered her pussy as if it was a fruit to be eaten.  "Mmmmm," went  Sameer.





Loud slurping and smacking noises emerged as he lapped and kissed the pussy. He had no intention of engaging in conversation when the need of the moment was to use his tongue differently. He continued to lap on the pussy and found his saliva was now mixed with some of her own juices and a wet soppy mess resulted. It reduced the pungency of the offering and made it more bearable for him, for the acidity was too much to start with. Now he wanted to fuck her with his tongue and he made a lance of his tongue, folding it along its length and pushing into her cunt.  It made little progress as the tongue entered for a bit but was stopped by the walls of her pussy.  Sameer slid in two fingers to hold apart the lips for this tongue to probe further. The pussy walls gave way as they swallowed his fingers.

She hissed and seethed as the fingering and toying only aggravated her state but were inadequate for her satiation.   Sameer probed her lips up and down. He encountered his hand on the down stroke but on the upstroke his tongue traced the complete contours of her pulsating pussy. He went past the joining of lips on the top and soon encountered the mass of hair on the top of her cunt and on her underbelly. The rough dry hair signalled to him that he had crossed the turf. His tongue snaked back down searching for the wet pit. It was now that he crossed her clit and she shuddered and jumped.  



Sameer knew nothing of the clit in general, but her hand on his head, her convulsions and her instinctive guidance of his head to that hot spot told him that that was not a spot to be casually passed over. He ran his tongue upward over that zone once again. "Yes!" she hissed, affirming to him that he was touching the right spot.  Sameer retraced downward and then upward in a few quick flicks. The leaping and shuddering mass of flesh, her trembling belly and the gush around his fingers told him he had discovered something.  

He slowed down, feeling around with his tongue and there he encountered, length-wise a sliver of flesh. As he toyed it with his tongue tip, her fingers dug into his scalp. He flicked his tongue rapidly on it. She started to babble. "mama.., haan, , suck me. drink from me. Take this!" he moaned as her legs wrapped around his shoulders and she ground her pussy into his face, wanting to fuck anything that could fill her cunt even as the tonguing was not to be stopped. He felt the need to fuck her and the need for her to be fucked. His fingers plunged in and out even as he tried to focus on the knob of flesh he had discovered. The grazed the rough inner walls of her cunt and her entire body convulsed.  Manga shrieked. "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ui maaaaaaa, maaaaamaa!" she went, as new sensations rippled through her cunt walls and shot up to her breasts tips. From there it traveled down her spine and rejoined the clit, where one more storm of pleasure was ready to be unleashed.  

She connected it to the laughter she had heard before and started to wonder. She dared not go to the lion's den. But her curiosity was aroused beyond manageability. She did the next best thing which she usually did in such situations. She found some work to do in the small store room which was in a part directly under the Sameer's room. Sameer meanwhile knew that he was on to something special. His hand pumped the cunt even as his lips and tongued continued to tease and suck on her clit.  Manga now thrust her hips lewdly at the man's head and in desperation she gripped her own breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples, desperate for relief. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated outward from her cunt. Her breasts felt good as she massaged them and she felt her spine curve to touch that spot where mama was so focused.

Inside her there was a pooling of fluids and she was hammering her hips onto his fingers. What she wanted was his thick, hot, filling cock but oh, how could she not want this tonguing! Suddenly she felt she wanted to pee. But wait, it didn't feel like pee. Whatever it was, every time his fingers touched that spot deep inside her, she felt she was going to urinate. The bolts of lightning that his tonguing sent shooting prevented her from pushing him away, though she was now really afraid of losing control of her urethra. Meanwhile, his other hand snaked up the top of her dress and joined her hands in mauling the breasts. In that awkward position and frenzied handling of her, he had no way of disengaging her bra. He touched whatever of her he could but he his goal was also to try and hold her down. She was getting too violent and he wanted to hold her down. Instinctively he knew that he was going to have to hold her down to release her fully.

She pressed herself against his hands, breasts and cunt both in his possession. Her spine seemed to melt and join her cunt while from her breasts she felt a rush of blood down to her pussy. When the three waves converged under his incessant assault of tongue and fingers, she lost control of the fluid she was holding back. The stream jetted out as her first clitoral orgasm shook her body. Sameer was flooded; for a moment he couldn't breathe. He thought she may have urinated, but as he tasted the fluid he knew it was something else. As he continued to tongue, she squirted again with a loud groan. Her hips was taut, thrust forward and against his face. He lapped at her copious fluids, though not with an intention to drink. She went on and on. Wave after wave. Gasping, moaning and groaning as she felt her body let go.

Meanwhile, the son's wife was unmindfully continuing to soak Sameer and his mustache, grinding her cunt on his face. What a contrast to the supplication expected of a typical Indian bahu who was to touch only her father-in-law's feet and never raise her head in front of him. He had his head buried in her cunt, gasping for breath, pleasuring in her uncontrolled release. In the intensity of her mind-blowing orgasm she had his head with a vice-like grip between her thighs. She didn't need him to lick any more, or tongue her any more. In fact, she could take no more of that. As she pressed into his face in satisfaction, she relied on that grip to keep him from manipulating the folds of skin any further. The juices which had been viscous initially had now given way to a watery consistency. And as the outpouring ebbed, it once again became viscous and streaky. And so as he had lapped and sucked and swallowed it had gone from streaky to wet and soaked and now back to streaky.  

Manga laughed, and wept from the sheer relief of release from the pent up passion of the week gone by. And what a release it was! He had found a new woman in her and released her just as he had done that first time under the mango tree. He was her man, the one to lead her to the world of pleasure and discovery of her own womanhood. She cradled him in the grip of the legs as they were wrapped around his shoulders, caressing his head and fondling him in deep satisfaction. And slowly the clenching thighs relaxed, letting go of him and allowing him space to catch his breathe. As he looked up, he saw her face, red and radiant, wet in tears, nose reddened and flowing a little as she smiled down upon him. Sameer held her thigh with his arm around it and looked up in disbelief at the woman he had found today.

He felt the trickle of wetness on his thigh as his cock's oozing fluid ran down the soaked front of his dhoti.  Manga law sprawled on top of the chest of drawers. Her convulsing and thrusting had completely messed up the folded clothes that lay under her. However, an even greater mess had been caused by the gush of fluids that now stained the clothes themselves.  Manga's satisfaction from the massive orgasm soon gave way to disappointment of the vacuum between her legs as his hand withdrew. She still needed to savor his cock. She was dizzy from the experience. The gut wrenching intensity of her orgasm had her trembling and the insides of her thighs still seem to quiver. She knew she wanted his cock as much as she knew she had to satiate him too.

She just didn't know whether she would find the energy to fuck him. Sameer now stood up. His face was shiny with the wetness smeared on him by  Manga's gushing, and the mustache was glistening with her juices the way it had been with lassi a little while ago. She looked at his face in amazement, mama smeared with her juices and enjoying and relishing that feeling. He pulled at his dhoti and allowed it to fall away revealing his heavy cock in its fullness. He saw no need for caution as he and his daughter-in-law were any way in a compromising position. He also had no time or interest in leaving to go and secure the door. Sameer placed his bets on the fact that by and large, no one dared disturb him in his den. Other than the lassi girl, and this today was his lassi girl.  Manga lifted herself up to a sitting position from the sprawled position and instantly felt the wet discomfort of the soggy clothes under her.




A large expanse of her skin on the buttocks and thigh was wet. She shifted forwards to reach for her mama’s cock. This moment had been allowed to be delayed for far too long. She looked down and found his kurta tented with the cock below, and the cockhead had instantly formed a wet spot on the kurta. She held his shoulder and leaned forward to reach down and lift up the garment, and quickly found his cock. She didn't stroke it. She just held the mass of his erection, feeling the fullness and weighing it in her hand. Her hand always felt really small when she put in on him and tried to get hold of him. She held him lengthwise from below and pulled him to her. Her legs parted and Sameer moved closer getting between her legs.  

Manga wiggled forward, her ass now on the edge of the top, cunt open wide gaping, waiting to accept the cock. He put his arms around and reached under cupping her buttocks and pulled her in. She had her hand on the cock guiding it into the sheath of her pussy. Even with all the wetness and openness of her cunt, the cock splayed open her pussy. The cock pushed apart the waiting walls and sank in fully. Sameer felt the coarse hair of her pussy mesh with the hair around his cock. They pressed together and stayed that way, savoring the feel of each other