Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Ohhh yes yes yes Ohhh god yes!" Manisha cried.

"C'mon whore take it! Take my prick, bitch, take it!" the servant cried.

Leaning on her fingertips, her face moving from side to side, arching, falling, Manisha rocked faster and faster on his cock, bucking up and down, up and down. Her cunt slid up the length of his cock, came crushing down again, rose and fell, rose and fell. He bucked under her, thrusting greedily upward into her slit, gripping her buttocks and moving her faster and faster on his penis.

Another cut and the camera was back in the bedroom. Now Deepak lay on his back on the bed, his penis upright, throbbing. Anjali squatted over his lap, her back to him. Reaching down, holding his cock, she moved it between her buttocks to her anus.

Slowly, with a sobbing gasp, she let her hips sink, impaling her asshole on his cock. Deepak moaned under her, squeezed her breasts, gripped her hips, pulled her lower. Anjali chewed her lower lip, her face twisting. Deeper and deeper she forced her anus. Then she leaned back on her elbows, and straightened her legs spreading them wide.

The camera showed her body arched backward over Deepak's, her breasts thrust upward, his cock buried between her buttocks in her anus, his hands on her breasts. She turned her face back to his and he kissed her greedily. Her cunt was wide open and she reached down and opened her cunt-lips even further.

The camera retreated and now Falu entered the frame, her face a vision of lust, her hair in erotic disarray, her body filmed with sweat. One end of the twin-headed dildo protruded between her thighs like some freak appendage; the other was in her own flesh.

Kneeling between Anjali's legs, she bent forward and, her arms stretched, hands on the bed, kissing Anjali, pressed the dildo to Anjali's cunt. Anjali guided it into her flesh and Falu flexed her buttocks and swung her hips forward. Both women gasped and Anjali's face twisted with lust. Falu bent her head and sucked Anjali's breast.

A close-up showed Anjali's nipple in Falu's teeth, Deepak's fingers just under the mound. Another close-up showed the thick dildo disappearing into the two cunts. The women kissed slowly, lasciviously, their tongues fencing against each other's, their swollen breasts pressing against each other's flesh.

The camera pulled further back and now Mohan was behind Falu, pulling her buttocks open, pushing his cock between them to her anus. She tensed, and he gasped and slowly eased his hips forward with a shuddering moan. Falu whimpered, her chest heaving, her head hanging between her arms.

As Mohan's cock drilled her anus, her own hips sank and drove the dildo deeper into her cunt and into Anjali's; and that thrust forced Anjali's ass down deeper onto Deepak's cock. All four bodies were linked as one.

The men fucked the women in a steady, rocking, pendular manner, first Mohan pushing down, the chain reaction forcing Anjali's ass down onto Deepak's cock; and then the energy flowed backward and up as Deepak reared under Anjali and thrust into her ass, ultimately moving Falu's ass back on Mohan's cock.

On and on it went, the two penises sawing in and out of the women's anuses, the dildo rocking in and out of their cunts. The women gasped and moaned and twisted and writhed, kissing each other feverishly, sucking one another's breasts, while the men grunted and groaned in excitement.

After several minutes, the group broke apart. Now the men mounted the women on their backs, Deepak fucking Falu, Mohan fucking Anjali, the two women on their backs, side by side on the bed. The men fucked them rapidly and hard and the women gasped and moaned eagerly, bucking and lurching under them. Pausing, they exchanged places, and continued fucking the women.

After several minutes more, they stopped again to change places once again. The women were delirious and their cries were loud and lewd. They jerked and writhed and thrashed uncontrollably under their lovers, begging for more. With loud cries, both men jerked out of their cunts and exploded, one after the other, spattering their bodies with gunk.

Changing positions, they entered them again, Mohan slowly squeezing his cock into his widowed sister-in-law's cunt, the servant, Deepak, doing the same to her companion, Anjali. The shot faded out.

The fade in was in another part of the house, across the well-appointed living area. Falu entered the room, clad demurely in her white *sari*, carrying a silver *thali* with flowers and vermilion and small flame, all the paraphernalia for a daily *puja*. The *pallu* of the *sari* was drawn over both shoulders, but loosely, so that her cleavage was visible and the long *mangalsutra* around her neck. She crossed the room to a door on the far side and pushed it back.

She took one step inside and stopped. Approaching from behind, between her shoulder and waist, the camera swirled around close to her, showed her putting down the *thali*, caressed the swell of her breasts, showed that she had no underwear and revealed the stubs of her nipples before sliding up to a shot of her stunned face.

Her expression turned slowly to one of amusement and then her eyes glittered with excitement. A loud moan sang over the soundtrack. Falu let her *pallu* drop and moved out of the frame.

The camera swivelled. In the centre of the room stood a high, solid, teak-wood bed. On it, Hari was fucking Manisha. She was on her forearms and knees, facing the door, completely naked. The servant was in a deep squat astride her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips rocked back and forth.

Her mouth was in a wide 'O' and her breasts swung and jiggled. She cried out deliriously, her eyes half-closed. He moaned, his powerful body shining with sweat, the muscles in his chest and shoulders and belly corded, his head flung back, his eyes hooded.

"Ohhh yes! Yes! Ohhh fuck me! Fuck me Hari! Ohhh god yes!" Manisha whimpered.

"Take it! Take it whore! Take my prick!" the servant grunted.

The camera dwelt on shots of her face, his face, his cock going in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the creamy curves of her buttocks, her breasts swinging and bouncing, his balls rocking against her buttocks.

Then Falu entered the frame, approaching the bed, her *pallu* trailing and Hari turned his face and kissed her deeply like a lover, still fucking Manisha. Pulling off her *sari* with one hand, undoing her blouse, Falu caressed Manisha, cupped and squeezed her pendulous breasts.

A cut and now Falu was on the bed, sitting on the footboard, holding the sideposts, her legs spread wide, her head flung back, her belly sucked in as Manisha licked her slit while Hari, grinning and chuckling, fucked her cunt. Falu hissed in pleasure, and caressed her breasts. The shot faded.

With a sigh, Falu jabbed the remote button and the image died. Lewis looked down at her, stunned, awed, excited.