Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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Even after fucking so hard and releasing truck loads of cum, Amar is feeling heaviness in his balls again. Noticing the state of the dick, Sameer says “bro.. Manga gave you a special juice which is twice powerful than Viagra.. its hard to sleep without another release and that release would take time and the girls would get hurt.. I don’t want these cute nieces of mine to be victims of your mammoth dick burning with uncontrollable desire. As these girls also drank that juice they would also be as horny as you, but they wont know the aftermath affects now.. it would be so severe cramps, they would have to be admitted into hospital.. I would suggest an alternate for this. What you need is hard long violent fuck.. what you need is a slow sensous touches from unexpected quarters and that would give more happiness than mindless drilling… what you say bro?”

Amar nods his head and says “you know better bro… whatever you say. I also feel for welfare and safety of these virgin girls, lets proceed cautiously”

Sameer calls head staff on intercom and asks her to send Savithri.. the newly hired petite cutie.. local village girl who is trained by the staff here and as she entered the room, Amar is pretty  happy and excited seeing her. She is super small, petite , you girl with small features and her innocent , tender, soft body would be a heaven to play with. As she came to the room, she looked at the two men in the room who are sitting on the sofa



Savithri's gaze flickered between the two, noticing the differences in their anatomy. Their dicks were uncut, a stark contrast to her boy friend’s  circumcised dick. The sight was foreign yet fascinating, her curiosity piqued. She had never seen an uncut penis before, and the thought of the new sensations it could bring filled her with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Their foreskins rolled back to reveal the engorged heads of their penises, glistening with precum. Amar's was slightly thicker, the mushroom cap, while Sameer's was longer, the shaft a warm brown. They both began to stroke themselves in unison, their eyes never leaving hers

Savithri felt a warmth spread through her core as she watched, her own hand inching towards her petticoat. The sight of their uncut members was a revelation, a world of unexplored pleasure that she had never before considered. Her eyes darted between them, noticing the way their hands moved, the subtle differences in their strokes

But she didn't want to masturbate in front of them, not yet. Instead, she let her hands wander up to her blouse, her fingertips grazing the swell of her breasts. The fabric was smooth against her skin, the friction sending shivers down her spine. She watched their faces, the way their expressions grew more intense with every touch

Sameer has ordered Savithri to give his best friend a special massage that she is trained in

She nods in agreement and comes forward, holds Amar’s hand and takes him to the massage room. Others Sameer, Payal, Sonam also follows and sat in the sofa.

The room has most modern facilities for a massage room.. soothing music, dim lights, imported scented candles and special bed which is adjusted by her to suit her height .. Making him to sit on the edge of the massage table, Savithri is trying to measure his penis with her small hand.. its almost to her elbow length and as she tried to hold his dick with her tiny hand, she is not able to hold it fully and she tried to grip it with both hands and barely able to hold it..



the girth and length of his massive size is a testimony to Amar’s ancestors who were born in a district that’s famous for wrestlers and fighters

There is a palpable fear in her innocent face looking at his size and she lifts her head up and looked at Amar sending shiver to his body.. so cute and genuine.. he had all types of massages in USA , but they are all paid and mechanical. Here its for pleasure . She is barely able to hold his dick with two hands.. she begs him (in local language) to be kind to her and she will put her best effort to make him happy.  She even said this is the biggest dick she has seen and she cant tell lies.. she is such a genuine girl. Amar is super happy

While Amar is fully naked she is still in her dress. Seeing her small hands and fingers, he takes her hand and caressing it with his hands he takes her hand near his mouth and he started licking for small tiny fingers.. he seems to have liked her petite features and as he is licking one finger at a time , she closes her hand in ecstasy and she is trying to put all fingers at a time in to his mouth.. after sucking them for a while, he takes her hand and puts into her mouth which happily sucks.. after few more seconds , she lifts her top and put it aside , also removes her petticoat which has no panty inside..



Its an order that girls should not wear under garments in the mansion in the night.

She pulls a small stool near the massage table and stand on it and raises her left leg on the table to give him a clear view of the pink beauty. He likes it a lot, what attracts him most is her small breasts.. they are so tiny but with sharp pencil like nipples.. she allows him to see her body  for a minute and asks him to lie down on his back.  

She is trained only for massage and would never come to Sameer’s bed (he wouldn’t want to over use her) but her fingers were magic and she never left the Amar short of excitement in.  Here, nothing was off limits, provided the Amar maintained the decorum of not asking her to his bedroom. That was the tacit understanding between them and both enjoyed liberties within that space. 

Savithri enjoyed manhandling the muscular Amar and handling his nice heavy cock was a turn on for her.  She is unable to hold his massive dick with one hand and using both hands , she is slowly moving it up and down. Usually, the beneficiary of this arousal was her own man. For now, it was the Amar and herself.  

As Savithri rubbed the oil into his legs the Amar felt the tug of a need to feel release. And release was what Savithri was adept at. As usual, no words were spoken. The Amar just grunted as he caught her wrist and guided her hand further up his leg, past his knee and to his thigh. Savithri shook her hand free and pushed her bangles firmly up her hands so they were now no longer jangling. She knelt on the bed in front of his crossed legs .  As her hand snaked in between her index and middle finger she encountered the hot pillar of his penis.

It was the wrong position for her hand if the intention was to fist him, but this was the only to discover where the monstrous cock lay. And there it was, hard, proud and jutting up. She rubbed the base of his belly and with her other hand, stroked the cock .  Amar grunted and leaned back slightly.  "Oil!" he muttered, his voice thick with excitement.  

Savithri poured oil into the palm of her hand and anointed the penis. The Amar threw his head back and sighed in contentment as he felt the warm oil cover his penis, now glistening. The trickled snaked down his balls tickling him with gentle pleasure. He squirmed and suddenly his erection frantically demanded the relief that only a proper hand stroke would give.

She had done this enough times to know what the man wanted and her finger tips of both hands danced up and down the throbbing and jerking pillar of flesh. Teasing, promising, now fulfilling but not quite. He groaned in frustration and then gasped in pleasure as she closed her hand on the hard cock.  

She slid her hand down, pulling the skin down and the head swelled up and drops of precum flowed down freely. The clear fluid ran over her hands and she started upward slowly, the oil melting into the silken skin of his cock. As she reached the head she relaxed her grip and rotated the palm of her hand around the hand before closing the fingers into a fist once again.  She noticed the white streaks which formed around the web of skin at her thumb. She didn't know what it was but it always did form. Another slow stroke downward commenced.

Amar shuddered as his foreskin was stretched back and he jerked and wobbled when the thumb came up to stroke his cock head again.  He was jelly in her nimble fingers and now she started to masturbate him with a steady rhythm. Her bangles started to jangle again and the beat of her hand and the stroking of his cock were the only noise.  

Amar enjoyed this immensely and his hand came to the back of her head and he rubbed her gently. She could never make up her mind on whether he was just being affectionate or whether he wanted her to take him in his mouth. But she never did respond.  She just continued, her eyes intent on the reddish monster and its pulsating beat in response to her methodical stroking. Every so many strokes she ran her hand over the top, which was glistening with precum and it shuddered and caused him to spasm and jerk.

That made her hopeful that he might be close to cumming and the next few cock strokes were hard and vigorous in the hope of breaking him.  But he never did. He could just take his pleasure on and on forever. Her hand started to ache and she wanted to switch her right hand with her left hand.  She kept a crying face and indicates her hands are hurting. The tiny hands and little fingers are no match to his massive girth and length. She is trying to control her tears which Amar noticed and asked her to come closer to him on the massage table.



Her petite frame would allow her to maneuver the space cleverly she came near to his chest and with a huge sigh she touched his chest nipple with her tongue which sent current waves across his body and she would lift her head up a little looking into his eyes innocently she would again bend down and drop few droplets of her saliva on his nipple. As per the norms of the massage the man is not supposed to touch her and that’s what is making him more erotic.. as he slipped hie eye sight to right side saw Sameer stroking his dick while the girls are playing with their pussies as they also drank the same special juice



Savithri is adept at making circles over his chest nipple and using her saliva and toungue is making him shiver while didn’t stop working on his dick with one hand.. she is not fisting and moving up and down, instead is touching his dick head and pinching it with her tiny fingers.  Her other hand is in Amar’s mouth as he is sucking it with pleasure.. she would take her hand out and tough her nipples with his saliva and rub it on her small boobs and bend forward to touch his nipple with her nipple.. this whole thing is going on smoothly  and her mouth, face is filled with her and his saliva..



She would look into his eyes and drool  the saliva down her chest unmindful of whats happening , she is in her own state and is enjoying his massive body.. her lips are so cute he would want to eat and bite them but he couldn’t do it on his own unless she volunteers to offer them…. As she is expert at teasing , she is doing things slowly.. she is soiling her chest with her saliva and would bend down on his chest and rub it with hers..

She put her right hand down onto the massage bed to rest the weight of her body. This brought her close to his body, her face near his left arm.  With her left arm she took his cock in her grip with renewed determination. From the tightness and from the way she had made herself comfortable in that position, Amar knew she was stroking for the finish to make him cum.  Yes, he needed to finish this.

He wanted to feel every throb and jerk of his orgasm. He did not want to hurry back into a position of modesty without feeling every surge, every drop and without letting himself go over that.  His left hand was on her right shoulder (breaking the rules). His right hand reached under for her boobs. Down her throat and straight down his hand cupped the saliva laden breast.



He gripped the breast, briefly feeling the pencil-like nipple. He squeezed it, as if milking.  Savithri gasped as she felt her juices flow in response to his touch. As it is, she could not control her lust from the sight of his cock. Each time she saw it, as she worked on it her mind would wander to thoughts of how that might feel between her legs. And now his large hands milking her breasts.  Her hand jiggled furiously as she masturbated him.



Her head was down staring at the beast which her hand was beating into submission. His hand which was on the shoulder slid down her back. Her torso was now jammed between his two hands, and his fingers twisted and mauled her breast as he felt the brutal pleasure she wreaked on his erection.

Amar's fingers digging into her back told her he was near cumming. Her breast was red with the mauling. She leaned back, bringing both hands into play again.  Savithri swiftly changed hands to relieve her left hand and the stroking was taken over by the right.

But the left was not idle either. She twirled the top of his cock head every time it was exposed making him shudder and spasm.  Cumming was imminent.  

Savithri moved forward. She wanted all the stains and marks and semen on her body.  

Amar made a low throaty gurgle as he felt the loss of control. He had to hold something of that woman but she had moved. His hands reached out and grabbed the breasts quickly finding and tugging hard the nipples through the cloth of the blouse.  

Savithri gasped and threw her head back and waves of pleasure rippled through her with the rough handling. And she felt the cock jerk as he came.

She looked down and with jerked the cock as it spat its first shot. She held her hand down having once rubbed the head. A second shot of semen blasted and in time with the release, she jerked her hand down.

This maximized the pleasure to Amar who twisted and caressed her nipples and breast as best as he could.  It was the way she timed each jerk of her fist to the release of semen which thrilled him the most. At the height of his passion, it seemed to him to be a level of pleasure unmatched even by the actual fucking of a woman.  

The releases now became thick flows rather than blasts. White cum flowed over her hand as it slid over its treasured holding. She caressed, stroked, pumped and made love to that throbbing flesh, coaxing it to release all of its fluids, warm and thick.  Amar jerked and thrashed, his legs and hands lost control as he spasmed to every ministration of  Savithri's.  

He groaned loudly and his body went into a relaxed stretch as he felt the goodness of the experience radiate through his body.   Savithri looked up and saw that the young girls  had been transfixed on the spot looking at their uncle 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 hair giving her better vision and  more respectable cover of her torso, but the signal that her look sent was unmistakable to Sameetr. 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 Sameer as she went to rinse her hands and arrange herself properly.  

Amar closed his eyes in relaxed mood with his dick getting the best treatment in his life so far and as he is enjoying the moment, the girls didn’t want to suck his dick to clean the remaining cum.. allowing Savithri to come and take him to the attached bathroom with a warm head massage oil

Meanwhile Sameer released his cum without holding his dick