Adultery How Prasad impregnates his sister and sister's daughter (completed)

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The paperboy couldn't hide the bulge in his pants, his eyes never leaving Saroja's body as she stepped closer to the bed. She climbed onto the mattress with the grace of a feline, her eyes never leaving Prasad's as she lay back against the plush pillows. "I know what you want," she murmured, her voice a siren's song that seemed to weave a spell around the room. "And I'm going to give it to you."

Her hand reached out to the paperboy, her fingers tracing the length of his cock through his trousers. The fabric was wet with his desire, a silent testament to the power she held over him. "But first, I want you to watch," she said, her eyes flicking to the young nephew who had yet to move. "I want you to see what a real woman can do."

The paperboy's smile grew cruel as he turned to the boy, his grip on his cock tightening. "Yes," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Come here, beta. Saroja auntie will show you how to make a  man scream for more."

The young boy's face was a picture of confusion, his eyes flicking between Saroja's naked body and the men's leering expressions. But there was something in Saroja's gaze that was undeniable, something that made him want to please her, to do whatever she asked. With trembling legs, he took a step forward, his eyes locked on hers.

"Lick her, beta," the paperboy commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Show me how eager you are to please." The boy's heart hammered in his chest, but he knew that to refuse was to invite disaster. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively exploring the slick folds of Saroja's sex.



Her moans grew more urgent as he found his rhythm, her hips bucking against his mouth as she revelled in the sensation. The paperboy watched with a critical eye, his own arousal clear from the bulge in his pants. "Faster," he barked, his grip on his cock tightening. "Make her come."

The boy's tongue flickered faster, his cheeks hollowing as he took her clit between his lips and sucked hard. Saroja's body responded with a jolt, her back arching as she cried out. Prasad felt his own desire stir, his eyes locked on the intimate scene before him. It was a dance of power, of seduction and control, and he was both repulsed and fascinated by it.

Saroja's gaze flicked up to the paperboy, her eyes pleading for more. The man's expression was one of pure dominance as he stepped closer to the bed, his own cock now fully exposed. It was thick and veined, a testament to his years of experience and lust. Prasad couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched her respond to him so eagerly, her eyes never leaving the older man's face.

The room was a symphony of sounds: Saroja's breathy moans, the boy's enthusiastic licks and slurps, and the rhythmic slap of her thighs against the bed. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a heady perfume that seemed to intoxicate them all. Prasad felt his cock pulse in his pants, his body betraying his inner turmoil with every beat of his heart.



Saroja's eyes never left the paperboy's, a silent communication passing between them as she writhed beneath the boy's eager mouth. Her hands gripped the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she urged the boy on, her hips bucking in time with his ministrations. Each gasp and whimper that escaped her lips was a silent demand for more, a declaration of her power over the situation.

The paperboy stepped closer to the bed, his cock jutting out before him like a weapon. His eyes were dark with lust, his gaze never leaving Saroja's face as he watched her succumb to the pleasure of his nephew's attentions. "Look at him," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Look at how eager he is to make you come. He's a natural."

The young boy's eyes flicked up to Saroja's, his own wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He could feel the paperboy's eyes on him, watching him, judging him, but all that mattered was the woman before him. He licked and sucked with an enthusiasm that belied his inexperience, his tongue tracing patterns on her swollen flesh that made her body quiver.




Saroja's breath hitched as the paperboy's cock filled her, the sensation of being claimed by the two men at once almost too much to bear. Her moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet each of the paperboy's thrusts, her body a canvas of passion and desire. The bed groaned in protest, the headboard banging against the wall in a staccato rhythm that matched the pounding of Prasad's own heart.

The young nephew, driven by a mix of fear and fascination, eagerly lapped at her clit, his inexperience only adding to the eroticism of the moment. His tongue swirled and danced, mimicking the rhythmic thrusts of his uncle's cock, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as she felt the first waves of an orgasm building.

 

Prasad could only stand there, his cock straining against his pants, as he watched akka’s body convulse with pleasure. Her cries grew louder, her hips bucking against the paperboy's thrusts as she approached her peak. The sight was both repulsive and mesmerizing, a dance of power and submission that made his stomach churn and his cock throb.

The paperboy's pace grew more frantic, his hips slamming into Saroja with the force of a man possessed. His grip on her waist was bruising, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he claimed her over and over again. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, his words a stream of filth that seemed to fuel her passion. "You like that, don't you, you fucking slut?" he growled, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "You like taking my big dick?"

Saroja could only moan in response, her body a writhing mass of pleasure beneath him. Her eyes never left Prasad's, her gaze a silent challenge that seemed to dare him to look away. The nephew's tongue swirled and danced on her clit, his inexperience only adding to the raw, primal energy that suffused the room. Her body was alive with sensation, each touch a spark that threatened to set her alight.



With a final, brutal thrust, the paperboy pulled out, a smug smile playing on his lips. He stepped back, his cock slick with her juices, and gestured to the bed. "On your hands and knees," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. "Show me that pretty ass of yours."

Saroja's body was a canvas of sweat and passion, her chest heaving as she complied, moving with a grace that seemed almost inhuman. Her eyes never left Prasad's, the challenge in them burning brighter with each passing second. She knew the effect she had on men, and she used it to her advantage, her every move calculated to both excite and humiliate.

The paperboy stepped closer, his hand moving to his cock. He spit into his palm, the wet sound echoing through the room. His hand moved in a slow, deliberate motion, coating his shaft with saliva. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and Saroja was all too eager to give it to him.

With a grace that seemed almost inhuman, Saroja complied, her body moving in a sensual ballet of submission. She positioned herself on all fours on the bed, her back arched like a cat's, her ass high in the air. Her skin glistened with sweat, and the scent of arousal grew stronger with each passing second. The young nephew watched, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination, his own cock hardening as he took in the sight of her exposed, vulnerable body.



The paperboy stepped closer, his hand guiding his cock to Saroja's ass. He pushed in slowly, savoring the feel of her tightness, her body resisting and then giving way to his brutal invasion. Saroja's moan was a mix of pain and pleasure, a sound that seemed to resonate through the very air of the room, setting Prasad's own body on fire. The young boy's eyes were glued to the spot where the two were joined, his hand tentatively reaching out to touch himself, his own desire mirroring that of the adults before him.

Saroja's eyes never left Prasad's as the paperboy began to fuck her, her gaze a silent demand that he accepts her depravity, that he become a willing participant in her twisted games. Prasad felt a knot form in his stomach, his love for Anu and his disgust at the scene before him warring within him. But there was something in Saroja's gaze that he couldn't resist, something that drew him in, that made him want to be a part of the power play that unfolded before his very eyes.



With a grace that was almost serpentine, Saroja reached out a hand and beckoned the young nephew closer. He stumbled forward, his own cock standing at attention, a silent testament to his burgeoning arousal. She took him in her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically as she sucked him off. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—the wet, sucking noises of her mouth on the boy's dick, the slap of flesh as the paperboy claimed her ass, and their moans and groans that seemed to crescendo with each passing second.

The paperboy's strokes grew more punishing, his hand coming down hard on Saroja's ass with a smack that echoed through the room. Her cheeks jiggled with each impact, reddening under the onslaught of his palm. Yet she never made a sound of protest, her eyes never leaving Prasad's, a silent challenge that seemed to dare him to leave. The boy's hips thrust into her mouth, his breathing growing more ragged as he approached his climax.

"Uncle, I can't hold it anymore," the nephew managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse with effort. The paperboy's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and malice. "Then cum, boy," he said, his voice a harsh whisper that seemed to slice through the air. "Cum in her mouth and let her drink every drop."

The young boy's body tensed, his cock pulsing in Saroja's mouth as he approached the edge. Prasad watched, his own arousal warring with the horror that filled him at the sight before him. Saroja's eyes never left his, her gaze a silent demand that he accepts this twisted reality. And as the boy's cock spurted hot cum into her mouth, she swallowed it greedily, her eyes never leaving Prasad's.

The paperboy chuckled, his hand still wrapped around his own cock, stroking it as he watched the scene unfold. "Very good," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's see if you can handle a real man's load, slut."

Saroja's eyes snapped up to meet the paperboy's, a challenge in their depths. She knew what was coming next, and the thrill of it made her pussy throb with need. The young boy's cock slipped from her mouth with a wet pop, his cum sliding down her chin to pool in the valley between her breasts. She didn't bother to wipe it away, instead letting it mix with the sweat that already glistened on her skin.



The paperboy stepped closer, his cock a monstrous thing in his hand, thick and veined, pulsing with the need to claim her. He positioned himself behind her, the tip of his cock nudging against her swollen pussy. "Ready for me, whore?" he asked, his voice a taunt that made her blood boil.

Saroja's only response was to push back against him, eager for the invasion. The young nephew watched, his own cock still hard as he took in the scene before him. The paperboy's cock slid into her with ease, her body welcoming him with a wet, eager embrace. His eyes rolled back in his head as he began to fuck her with a brutal rhythm, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her body.

Prasad felt his own cock throb in response, his hand moving to his crotch as he watched akka take the paperboy's cock without a sound of protest. Her eyes never left his, a silent demand that he accepts this as part of her world. And as he watched, something within him began to shift, to accept the depravity before him as part of who she was, part of what she needed.

The paperboy grunted, his hips jerking as he reached his climax. "Here it comes, you little slut," he said, his voice a growl of triumph. Saroja's mouth opened wide, her tongue out to catch any stray drops as the first ropes of cum shot forth. The boy watched, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination as Saroja auntie swallowed, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.

 

The paperboy's cock spurted again and again, filling her mouth with his hot, sticky seed. Saroja took it all, her eyes never leaving Prasad's, a silent challenge that seemed to dare him to look away. But he couldn't. The sight of her, so beautifully debased, was like a drug, addictive and all-consuming. He felt his own hand move to his crotch, his cock pulsing in time with the paperboy's thrusts.

As the paperboy finished, he stepped back, his cock glistening with Saroja's saliva. He was still hard, still hungry, and his gaze fell to the young boy, who was still stroking himself tentatively. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low growl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.

The boy looked up at him with a mix of fear and desire, his hand moving faster on his cock. The paperboy stepped closer, his ass still open, still wet from his own release. "Lick it," he ordered, the smugness in his voice unmistakable. "Show me how eager you are to be a part of this."

Saroja's eyes never left Prasad's as she leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching the paperboy's asshole. She could feel the power dynamics shift, the room a cauldron of lust and control. The paperboy's moan grew louder as she began to clean him, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles that sent shivers down his spine. The young boy's hand stilled on his cock, his eyes locked on Saroja's face as she serviced his uncle.

"Fuck, yes," the paperboy groaned, his hips pushing back against her face. "That's it, slut. Just like that." His hand reached down to squeeze her breast, his fingers toying with her hardened nipple as he enjoyed her subservience. Saroja took it all, her eyes never wavering from Prasad's, a silent challenge that seemed to say, "You want me? Then this is what you get."

The young nephew watched, his hand moving faster on his own cock as he took in the scene before him. The power dynamics in the room were palpable, the air thick with the scent of lust and submission. He had never seen anything like this, never dreamed that such acts could exist between consenting adults. Yet here he was, a participant in a twisted play that both repulsed and thrilled him.

As the paperboy's cum filled Saroja's mouth, Prasad felt a strange mix of arousal and anger. He had come here for Anu, not to be drawn into her mother's web of perversion. But he couldn't deny the effect it was having on him, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. "Good girl," the paperboy murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You've done well today. Maybe next time, I'll let you have some real fun."

With a smirk, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled 10-rupee note, tossing it onto the floor at Saroja's side. The room fell silent, the only sound the harsh breathing of the three of them. Saroja's eyes widened with a mix of shock and humiliation, and she stared at the note for a long moment before slowly lowering herself to the floor. Her hand reached out, trembling slightly, and picked it up, the action a clear message of her submission.

The paperboy's grin grew even more smug as he watched her. "Good," he said, his voice a low purr. "Now you know your place." Saroja looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desire. She knew the game she was playing, knew the role she had to assume to keep these men in line. And as much as it galled her to be treated like a whore, a part of her revelled in the power it brought her.

Prasad's hand had moved to his own cock now, stroking himself in time with the paperboy's words. He didn't know what was happening to him, didn't know if he should be disgusted or excited. All he knew was that he couldn't tear his eyes away from akka’s body, from the way she moved, from the way she took their abuse with a grace that seemed almost supernatural.

Saroja emerged from the bedroom, her naked body a vision of beauty and depravity. Her breasts swayed with each step she took, her nipples hard and pointed from the recent use they had endured. Her hips rolled in a seductive rhythm, her ass cheeks wiggling with each step as if to taunt Prasad further. She walked with a confidence that seemed to fill the very air around her, her eyes gleaming with an inner fire that spoke of her unbridled sexuality.

As she reached the front door, the paperboy and his nephew waited, the smells of sex clinging to them like a second skin. The young boy's eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks flushed from his first taste of the forbidden fruit. The paperboy, on the other hand, wore a smug smile, his eyes raking over Saroja's body with the familiarity of a man who knew he could claim her whenever he desired.

With a flick of her wrist, Saroja opened the door, the cool breeze from outside a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the room they had just left. She stepped aside, allowing them to leave first, her hips swaying in a deliberate invitation that made Prasad's cock throb. "Thank you, Saroja ji," the paperboy said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he tipped his hat. His eyes never left hers, the smugness in his gaze unmistakable.

The young nephew scurried out, his eyes downcast, unable to meet the woman's gaze. Saroja watched them go, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. As she was about to close the door, she heard a sound from the fence that separated her yard from her neighbor's. She turned to see Mr. Mohan, the old man who had lived there for as long as she could remember, leaning over the wooden barricade. His eyes were alight with mischief as they took in her naked form, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

The sight of his leering gaze sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill of excitement mingling with a hint of fear. Saroja knew that Mr. Mohan had always had a thing for her, had always watched her with a hunger that made her skin crawl. But now, as she stood before him, exposed and vulnerable, she felt a strange power. She knew he had seen her at her most depraved, and it only made her want to push the boundaries further.

With a wink, she stepped back, allowing the door to swing shut with a soft click. The sound seemed to echo through the house, a declaration of the secrets that lay within. Prasad watched her, his eyes dark with confusion and desire, his cock still hard in his pants.

Saroja sauntered back towards him, her steps deliberate, her body moving like a predator stalking its prey. As she passed, she made sure to brush against him, her skin hot and sticky with the remnants of her recent conquests. Prasad could feel the cum on her thighs, a wet trail that seemed to mark him as much as it marked her.

The playful smirk on her lips grew wider as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate motion that made his knees feel weak. Her eyes never left his, the challenge in them unmistakable. "You're not like them," she murmured, her voice a silken caress that seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket. "You're better than that, Prasad."

He took a step towards her, his hand reaching out as if to touch her. But she was too fast, slipping away from his grasp with a grace that made his heart race. "No," she said, her tone firm but gentle. "You're not ready." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, his cock still hard, his mind reeling from what he had just witnessed.

Saroja moved through the house with the grace of a dancer, her bare feet silent on the cold marble floor. She disappeared into her bedroom, the door closing softly behind her. Prasad could hear the rustle of fabric as she dbangd herself in a beautiful blue and gold sari, the colors reflecting the complexities of her personality—cool and regal, yet warm and seductive.