Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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Rahul reflected on what the young girl Payal might be doing upstairs. Her ghagra choli had been incredibly sexy. Her bare back and the well supported breasts had all the guys chasing to douse her in water and touch her on the pretext of smearing color powder on her. And now she was probably untying those knots and slipping out of the ghagra. She would be equally appetizing in the white kurta (loose long shirt), because the material was not quite opaque and her undergarments would be well outlined. And as soon as the water was splashed on her nothing would be left to imagination.  

His cock twitched as he toyed with the idea of taking this new young willing girl between a change of clothes. 



Meanwhile Smrithi escaped from Sameer bhayya and came into the room where Payal is also hiding after being noticed by the young smart boy from USA.  Payal with  her bodice hanging loose on her shoulders, the breasts exposed completely. She had to take care of being discreet especially as new feelings were surging in her and it was clear to her that neither of them was in any condition to walk away.  As she watched her mother-in-law (that’s what we call sister of father) shut the window and move to the door, Payal undid the cord of her ghagra and allowed the skirt to slip off her shapely hip to the floor around her feet. The garment now circled her and she stood in the middle completely nude, the stained and streaked pubic hair, the lines of now drying fluids running down her thighs absolutely clearly visible.  

She looked at her mother-in-law's body with a new perspective. The older woman had sagging flesh but a well rounded bottom. Her breasts were large and sagging under their own enormous weight but were warm and inviting to her. Smrithi turned around after she had bolted the door and leaned back on the wood, her body sagging with the weight of lust. Her odhni (sash of cloth used to cover the upper body and blouse) was trailing on the floor, her blouse was open her ghagra was still tethered around her waist. Her hand reached between her legs as she felt the surge of heat there and rubbed herself.  Payal instinctively knew it was up to her to satiate the older woman. She might have been older but her experiences were limited. 

Payal is still virgin but her father-in-law (Amar) had taken her in every possible way and some of the encounters were a revelation to her. The man had uncovered desires in her which she herself did not know existed. He then proceeded to mark her as his own by satiating her in ways she herself did not even know of. 



And one of those was the dramatic way in which he had lapped at her pussy. Payal's raging loins wanted filling, the pulsating cock of a man. She could well imagine her mother-in-law, now with her fingers searching her own pussy, needing the same. But she knew there was only one way for one woman to satiate another. She moved towards Smrithi and kneeled in front of her.  She kissed her stomach. Smrithi put her hand on Payal's head. Her own head was thrown back as the softness of Payal's face on her stomach thrilled her. The younger girl slid her hands under Smrithi's skirt and cupped her ass. 

She quickly lifted the skirt over her own head and was now inside the folds of her skirt, in the folds of flesh.  It seemed wholly appropriate to cover herself and hide within those skirts, a sanctuary of lust and loving attention, a sanctuary from the meaningless demands of the world outside. 



She lifted the folds of Smrithi's paunch as her mouth searched for the pussy. She tongued and kissed all the flesh she could find; stomach, underbelly, thighs, insides of the thigh and the hairy crotch itself. Smrithi frantically reached for Payal; she needed to grip her, hold her, touch her and maul her tits. The skirt was in the way. She quickly undid the cord and the waist of the skirt loosened and Payal's head appeared. 

As Smrithi's knees buckled under the sexual onslaught, she slid lower, her legs spread obscenely. She clutched at Payal's slender shoulders and tried to reach under to grab the breast. She could touch the slopes of her breasts but not pull up the mass to find the nipples which she so desperately wanted to suckle at that moment.



In the meanwhile, Payal was greatly assisted by the spreading of the legs. The acrid odor of the cunt hit her and Payal held her breath as she lapped at the pussy. She knew the acid smells would give way to the aromas of nectar if she just persisted. There was a tangle of pubic hair in her mother-in-law's pussy and wisps and strands of hair came away in her lips. 

Payal kept clearing her lips of the strands and soon came upon a wet smear. She pointed out her tongue and dipped in, past the forest of hair towards the smear. Smrithi reached down and held herself apart with both hands to help her daughter-in-law in the quest for her cunt.  

She bit her lip and gasped in wonder at Payal's adventurous assault. Yes, the girl had to be right! Her pussy was now throbbing and she wanted the fullness of a man. Yet somehow this tonguing seemed to make her feel better. The vacantness between her legs seemed to expand with every lick and she wondered how to fill herself. The paradox of having a woman between her legs making her pussylips unfold and expand, and the need for a hot pillar of flesh to fill that vacantness was maddening.  And so, when Payal's unexpected two-finger stab into her cunt hit her, it was so well timed that Smrithi groaned loudly with a " Yes, my dear !!” ,  She goaded the girl on, her hips thrusting, and the door behind her creaking with the fucking motion of her hips.



Payal's fingers had found the target and released the flood gates. Using her fingers as a guide she followed with her tongue to search out that spot which Thakur had found on her. She would find it and mercilessly tongue it the way Thakur had tongued her. If she found that satiating so too would the Smrithi would be satiated, she thought to herself.  And then her own pussy twitched and her mind wandered to the huge orgasm and waves of convulsing that Sameer uncle had triggered in her.   She had found it necessary to provoke Sameer chacha, one night, to seat herself on his face and rub her pussy up and down on his lips to teach him the art of eating her. His head was an instrument with her that night and she ground her clit on him, urging his tongue to stay prone till she had gushed down on his face in a massive meltdown.  Ever since chacha had sucked an orgasm out of her, she had taken to trimming her pubic hair and her pussy was now more like a turf so she could have both men access her cunt easily with their lips and tongue.

She wanted that mind numbing orgasm, more and more.  Such is the nature of lust and pleasure; once uncorked, you must have it; again and again. And she was about to uncork it in her mother-in-law just now; she was determined to. The sequence of events was odd. She had triggered a new adventurism in her father-in-law. The sexual lessons from those encounters were now being carried by her to his wife, her mother-in-law. In some ways she had become a bridge between the man and his wife.  These thoughts ran through her while Payal continued with the mechanics of drawing the response from Smrithi but only till the other woman actually responded.

The response came when the tongue tip had dealt with the forest of hair and actually found the lips of her waiting, throbbing pussy; Smrithi sobbed. This was the pleasure which had eluded her so long! The tongue then traced the contour of her lips finding the top. Then began the focused thrashing, a provocative call to Smrithi's body to reveal the clitoris. The fingers which fucked in rhythm were by this time squelching with the juices pouring out of her.  "O ma! Oh. Ah! my Payal, my kid,   haaaaaaaaai!" sobbed Smrithi, tears streaming down her cheeks as she realised that she was climbing into a new zone of sexual liberation and release.  She collapsed to the floor and quickly stretched herself out, knees akimbo and legs apart. One hand was on her own breast, twisting, teasing and kneading herself. The other hand on Payal's head, stroking, caressing and goading her on. 



Her head flailed, her breathing was raspy and every now and then she raised her hips offering herself to the girl's lips and head, thumping back with a groan as the girl took the offering in its fullness.  The sounds coming from that room were unmistakable to Rahul who found his own lusty desires thwarted by the door which he had seen his mother shutting and bolting. Who was with his mother while she was engaged in obvious sexual activity, when he had just seen his father downstairs?  Rahul's puzzlement only grew as he heard sounds of scuffling and movement combined with groans and sighs as he put his ear to the door. As he focused on the sounds coming from within, he realised it was not only his curiosity that was aroused.  

Payal in the meantime was spread on the floor, her bare body on the cold tiles, her breasts mashed against the floor, her ass jutting up as she buried her head in Smrithi's crotch. She tongued and lapped the woman ceaselessly, her fingers fucking her energetically. The noises from her efforts were loud, and wet. Sounds of slurping, licking and gobbling filled the air.  As Smrithi melted in the assault, a huge wave started to build up in her. She needed to grip something to break through to the orgasm waiting on the other side. There was a restraint, an unreasonable holding back. Something had to give way inside her for her to reach that peak. She felt she would lose control of her bodily functions if she did not direct that energy. Her pussy felt like she might pee. That would break this dizzying bout of pleasure which she did not want interrupted.