Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Suraj76626]

Continue from previous post....

"Answer him, Shipra. Do I leave you unsatisfied?" Patode commanded, his thick voice, a possessive rumble against her ear. To punctuate his demand, he delivered a single, hard, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt, jolting her entire body. A ragged moan was torn from Shipra's throat, a raw sound woven equally from sharp pain and dizzying pleasure.

 

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes, dark and glazed with lust, turning towards Patode's face. Her gaze was a silent plea, a wordless beg for him not to force her into this depraved confession. But he was unmoved. "Tell him how well I fuck your needy cunt. Tell him," he growled, his voice rough with exertion and dominance. His hands, which had been gripping her waist, now dug into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her immobile as he began a brutal, relentless rhythm-a series of violent, non-stop thrusts that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind.

 

The sensation was too overwhelming to contain. "Ohhhhh... godddddd..." A high-pitched, involuntary moan escaped her, a desperate sound that seemed to hang in the confined space. Forcing herself, she turned her head around, to face the stranger standing outside. Her words came out in panting, broken phrases, synced with Patode's powerful movements. "Sooo.. fucking goooodd... Patode here... fucks me so good.... he keeps my cheating cunt... thoroughly satisfied..." She gasped, a fresh wave of sensation crashing over her. "Ahhh... so unfortunately your services... are not required... you creep," she declared, her voice dripping with a shameless defiance and tease as she stared directly into the stranger's eyes

 

Lost to the world, consumed by the pleasure coiling tight and hot deep within her core-the promise of another huge orgasm beginning to build-Shipra's body took over. She began to grind her hips back against Patode, a trashy, deliberate undulation that was a performance just for their audience, giving the onlooker a hell of a private view.

 

A dark, appreciative laugh came from outside. "What a total slut," the stranger hissed, his own composure fraying. In one swift, crude movement, he dropped his trousers and fished out his cock, his eyes locked on the spectacle before him. "You might change your mind after seeing my package," he taunted, backing up just a little into the dim light to flash his circumcised cock right at Shipra. "Lower the window, babes, let me give you a closer look. I am sure you'll love it."

 

Shipra didn't respond with words. Her breath hitched. The sheer crudeness of the situation, the vulgar exhibitionism, was a potent aphrodisiac, turning her on in ways that defied all logic. It was a seduction of the forbidden, a curiosity that burned hotter than reason. Her hand, trembling slightly, moved from Patode's arm and hesitantly hovered over the window switch on the door panel. She was torn, suspended between the primal pull of lust and the faint, fading echo of logical consequence.

 

A low, guttural chuckle escaped the stranger's lips, the sound dripping with a predatory glee. "Come on, bitch, may be you'll find me bigger than your lover," he continued. His words designed to provoke and entice in equal measure.

 

A slow, deliberate smile touched Shipra's lips, a calculated transformation from hesitant prey to a willing participant in this dangerous game. "I doubt that," she replied, her voice dropping an octave, the words laced with a new, teasing promise that was utterly slutty. "But as you said... there's no harm in checking out. Isn't it Patode?" Her head turned, not with submission, but with a challenging glare that sliced through the dim interior of the car, landing squarely on Patode. The question was a deliberate challenge, a verbal confirmation of the line she was about to cross. As she held his gaze, her finger pressed decisively against the window switch, and with a soft, electric hum, the glass descended completely, erasing the final barrier between them and the night.

 

Patode just smirked, a silent volcano of amusement and satisfaction. He watched the scene unfold, his plan not merely proceeding, but being executed far better than his most optimistic expectations.

 

"That's more like it," the stranger purred, his lips curving into an evil, lusty smile as he inched closer covering the remaining distance, his movements deliberate and possessive. He angled his hips, bringing them level with the now-vacant window frame. The dim light inside the car fell upon him, leaving little to the imagination. His hard cock, thick and demanding, came clear into the view.

 

Shipra's eyes were instantly, irrevocably glued to his manhood. A comparative assessment happened in a flash; although his cock was nowhere as long as Patode's but what truly caught Shipra's eye was the sheer, imposing thickness of his meaty cock. It was a girth that defied her experience, thicker than anything she had ever seen, a substantial pillar of flesh, promising a sensation of overwhelming fullness.

 

But it was not the only thing that caught Shipra's attention, for her gaze, now analytical, registered a second, more subtle distinction. His cock was circumcised. The smooth, exposed head, starkly defined without a foreskin, was a novelty. The uncircumcised dicks of Alok or Patode were her only reference, and her mind immediately began weaving a silent, illicit thread of speculation. She couldn't help but wonder how the different texture, the unbroken smoothness, would feel inside her-a sensation distinct from what she knew.

 

"Mouth watering, isn't it?" he questioned, his voice dripping with a cocky, self-satisfied tone that shattered her reverie. He saw the shameless intensity of her stare and reveled in it. "I know what are you thinking. Why don't you come out and find out how such a thick circumcised dick would feel stuffed into your dirty cunt? " he taunted. To punctuate his offer, he began waiving his dick obscenely, a deliberate, vulgar display meant to intimidate and entice.

 

Shipra blushed with shame and forcibly broke her glare from his crotch, lifting her eyes to meet his with a practiced coolness that belied her racing heart. "A Very tempting offer," she commented, her voice a carefully controlled neutral. "But my lover here has a bigger dick, and he knows how to get me off. So I'll pass," She delivered the line with finality, a strategic blow to his ego.

 

"Your loss, bitch," he replied, his tone shifting to a carnal, dismissive sneer. The rejection fueled a crude fantasy, and he leaned into it, painting a vivid, degrading picture with his words. "I would have fucked your brains out right here on the bonnet of this fucking car, bending you over like the slutty bitch you are," he ranted. To physically underscore his point, he executed a crude, deliberate thrust of his pelvis. The motion shoved the rigid, thick length of himself forward into the car's intimate space, an invasive, fleshy offering presented solely for Shipra's wide-eyed appraisal.

 

The aggressive gesture hung in the air for a moment before his focus shifted, his demand becoming a transactional negotiation. "But for now, I'll be happy with a handjob. What do you say, man?" he demanded, his attention turning to the Patode. He wagged his cock right in front of Shipra, a relentless, obscene pendulum. "She can at least help me cum for teasing this old fart." 

 

"You shouldn't have lowered the window and teased him, Shipra," Patode spoke, his tone laden with a mischief that was as incriminating as it was playful. He leaned forward, his body angled to face her directly, his expression a mask of mock admonishment that barely concealed his own arousal. "Have a little mercy on the poor fellow and at least help him relieve himself."

 

Shipra simply stared back at Patode, her silence more telling than any words. She was visibly turned on by the idea, a flush creeping up her neck and a dark, eager light shining in her eyes. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she turned her gaze from Patode's knowing face towards the thick, meaty cock dangling invitingly through the open window-an object of her immediate curiosity and deepening fascination.

 

"No touching," she warned, her voice a low, throaty command directed at the stranger, as her own right hand, reached out with a will of its own. Her fingers made contact, and she rolled them around the solid, warm girth of him, testing its weight and texture.

 

"Oh god, it's so thick.... thicker than you, Patode," Shipra exclaimed in a breathless burst of excitement, the comparison slipping out unfiltered. "I can barely hold it fully," she added, her voice a mix of awe and delight as her hand, indeed struggling to encircle its circumference, slowly began to stroke it in a firm, exploratory rhythm.

 

"Told you, you'll love it," the stranger smirked, his chest swelling with pride at her reaction. He watched her hand work on him, his gaze heavy with lust. "Do you think it'll fit in your dirty little cunt?" he added, his voice dropping to a seductive, conspiratorial whisper, trying to pull her further into the depravity of the moment.

 

"I don't know," Shipra absentmindedly blurted out, her mind and body becoming overwhelmed by the sheer, illicit thrill of the situation-the feeling of acting like a whore, of pleasing two cocks at once, of being the center of this primal, shared desire.

 

"We'll soon find out," the stranger gloated, his tone dripping with a confident, possessive anticipation. He winked towards Patode, who was observing the entire scene with an assuring, complicit smile.

 

End of Chapter 36: Part II