Adultery Alka and her Bhabhi Rekha by Teluguprakash

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Chapter 21

Automatically his hips began moving up and down. He slid his cock a little deeper and worked it around taking care not to stab inside her mouth as he had done some time back. The softness and the warmth of the inside of her mouth felt incredible.

"Alka," Rekha whispered, "Keep your lips tight and keep using your tongue."

Rekha pushed her face back causing his cock knob to pull almost all the way out of her mouth. Then Rekha pushed Alka's head down again and Motu's cock sank between her lips. Rekha pulled her head up and again pushed it down on his cock.

"Motu, fuck her face as if it’s her cunt. But do it gradually and don't apply any force. If she resists, then stop it, okay? And Alka if you find it difficult, immediately pull your head back and up. He can't force it inside if you do that. Do you understand?"

"Hmmmm," Alka answered.

Now Rekha held Alka's head in her hands.

"Fuck her face now Motu," Rekha whispered to him. Motu's hips pushed forward and his cock slid farther into her mouth than before. He started slowly fucking her in the mouth.

Alka's fingers now could slide over her pussy more nimbly and more quickly than before because of her wetness. She could feel her cunt burning with pleasure. Alka paused for a few seconds marveling at Motu's stiff cock admiring the network of veins. She caressed it. Her hands rubbed all over the erect and hard cock and she cradled his balls in one palm. After having admired the cock she put her mouth on the cock and took it in.

Rekha held Alka's shoulders and said, "One more thing, Alka move your head up and down while you suck. Keep a steady rhythm and keep your throat relaxed."

"Mmmmmm," she answered, her mouth full with Motu's cock.

The cock was really large and it filled her mouth completely. Slowly, she slid her mouth down his cock. To her own surprise she found that she could now take nearly half of it into her mouth. She moved her head back up to the knob, then slid down again. Her mouth was full of hot, throbbing cock and it turned her on. She began pumping her head up and down in a steady rhythm, her fingers again tickling her clit while she sucked. Then she let her lips grip the knob in a vice like grip and moved the lips up and down only on the knob.

"That's good, Alka ...you learn fast. Suck his thing," urged Rekha.

Meanwhile Motu was pushing his hips up and working his cock in her mouth. Motu pushed his cock into the young girl's mouth and she needed no other encouragement. Alka could feel it pistoning in and out, in and out, in and out. Her lips were going numb and her tongue was getting tired. She alternatively sucked the knob and the entire length of the cock. Her cunt was still dripping and her clit was throbbing as her fingers slipped and slid between her legs. Her thumb massaged her clit.

Her lips tightened around Motu's cock, squeezing it. Cum flooded out of her cunt and dripped down her thighs. The smell of cum filled the air as a thin stream slowly oozed down her inner thighs.

"Just keep sucking,... that's how to do it. It won't be long now, Alka," Rekha urged.

From the way his hips were moving Rekha knew from experience he was near an orgasm.

Alka's tongue licked his knob again and again, making him squirm. Motu's cock was rock hard, standing straight up. It was thick and engorged with blood, hot and throbbing.

Sucking gently, she slid her wet lips down the length of the cock shaft. When she stopped, about two thirds of his cock was in her mouth. Steadily, she sucked back up until she reached the prick knob. With her hand she massaged Motu's balls and the root of his cock. She was thrilled to feel it swelling even harder. Her tongue licked his hard cock and her lips gripped it wetly.

Motu started shaking his head wildly as if he was in agony. Rekha knew that he was close to an orgasm. She wanted him to delay it even further. The longer it lasts, the more violent the orgasm, she knew from her own experience.

"Motu if you are near an orgasm then ask Alka to pause for a while. What do you want to do?" Rekha asked him.

Motu pushed Alka away gently. Alka reluctantly pulled her mouth away from his cock. As she withdrew her lips away from the hard cock, it stood up like a pole. The foreskin having been pulled back, the purple skin shone with her saliva. Some of the sticky saliva had mixed with some precum and dripped down on the shaft.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Rekha asked as she admired the hard cock.

"More beautiful than any of your boyfriends' cock Bhabhi?" Alka asked as she caressed Motu's thighs.

"Yes, I have to grudgingly accept that," Rekha said as she pushed Alka down.

That was the first time that Rekha had agreed overtly that she had many boyfriends before her marriage and that she had seen their cocks.

"Bigger than your bf's cock Bhabhi?" Alka asked her.

"Well bigger also."

Then after a few seconds she added, "Well certainly the thickest I have seen till now."

"Not the longest?"

"You are always asking me about what I did before I became your household bahu."

"Is it the longest cock you have seen till now or did any of your boyfriends have a longer one," Alka asked insisting on an answer.

"Not the longest but the thickest. Look at the girth," Rekha said as she put her fist over the shaft and tightened the grip. Involuntarily, Motu pushed his hips up as if fucking Rekha's fist.

"Take it easy Motu. Good things take their own time," Rekha withdrew her fist.

Rekha gently pushed Alka down.

"I thought you wanted me to pause sucking it for some time," Alka looked at Rekha.

"Yes, of course," she took Alka's hand in her own hand and guided it to the spot just behind the ball sacs.

"Fold your legs back Motu," Rekha said pushing his feet up with her free hand.

"Like this?" Motu asked as he folded it up and planted his feet on the bed.

"No. Fold it more back. Let your knees touch your chest," Rekha pushed his feet towards him.

They were talking in whispers although they were alone in their bedroom.

"Feel him here," Rekha pushed her finger to the spot behind his sac.

Alka put her finger on the spot where Rekha had shown. After a few seconds of feeling the extension of the cock behind the balls sac under the skin, Rekha pushed Alka's finger down to his asshole. Alka looked at Rekha surprised. And briefly resisted. Rekha pushed it down to his asshole. As soon as Alka's finger touched the brown flesh, Motu shuddered. Alka saw the response she had caused. She was all the more excited and pressed harder.

"Motu," Rekha called and put her own finger on his ass hole.

Motu till then had been savouring the feeling of his ass hole being fingered by Alka. But with Rekha it was different. She was not exactly rough but she was not gentle either. When she put her finger there suddenly, the sensation was different. He knew that Rekha wanted him to look at her eyes as she fingered his ass hole. He looked at Rekha as she played with his hole. Then as if touching it was not enough she put her hands on his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Motu felt naked and exposed. But the look of lust in her eyes drove away all the shyness.

"If as a woman she is not shy or even embarrassed, then why should I feel shy," he reasoned to himself.

Alka looked at Motu's ass hole. It looked obscene and there was nothing sexy about it. She did not feel attracted to it as she had been attracted to his cock or even to Bhabhi's cunt. But it was not repulsive. Rekha pushed Motu's ass cheeks further apart and looked at the valley and then at his face.

Unmistakably the lust was all over her face. She was opening his ass cheeks apart just for the heck of doing it, he knew. She was suddenly very serious. The playful look was no longer there. It was like she was possessed. She looked at Alka and said, "Hold it for me."

Alka the ever obedient student did as she was told. Motu watched Rekha's face as she put her finger and pressed the flesh of his asshole. He winced as she put some more pressure.

"I don't know why you men have such fascination for anal sex. This is how it feels when you do this to our ass. Luckily this is one part that is identical in all respects for both men and women. How does it feel? I just wanted you to know how it feels," Rekha said as she tried to insert at least the tip of her finger inside.

"How does it feel?" Alka asked Motu.

"Like you said, it's a strange sensation. I can’t explain how it feels," Motu said his eyes transfixed at Rekha's eyes. When Rekha took her finger away from his asshole, Alka took over.

"Come here," Motu patted a spot next to him. "Alka will show me how it feels when women have anal sex," Motu said patting the spot again.

"I won't take long," Rekha said. "I will put Alka on auto pilot," Rekha said.

"Bhabhi, what will bhaiya think if you do all this with him?" Alka was suddenly curious.

"It’s good that you asked me. You must never do this stuff with your husband. He would think that you are such a whore. He will lose all respect for you if you open up sexually with him."

"What do you tell bhaiya when he wants oral sex?"

"He doesn't mind. But I make such a song and dance of it that I even tell him that he must engage a prostitute if he wants oral sex."

"You have never done with him what you have done with many of your boyfriends?" Alka asked her.

"You make it sound like I am denying him that pleasure. Actually he is better off thinking that his wife is all innocent. He would feel miserable if he harbours even the smallest doubt about my having been what I really was."

Rekha looked at her sister in law and added, "All husbands ask their wives to confess if they have had boyfriends before they got married. Say that what you did before married. But when the wife tells them that they have not had a boyfriend, they heave a sigh of relief. Just imagine what your future husband would say if you told him that you retained your virginity for him but that you have had two boyfriends who did everything like feeling you down there," she patted Alka's ass cheeks, "and that you did and was done oral sex but you did not let them have sex with you because you wanted to keep it for him."

"Well that's true Bhabhi," Alka said. "I might as well do everything and ask you to tell me how to pretend that I am a virgin."

"Why don't you do that?" Motu said.

"That's a choice you will have to make when you are alone with me and not take a decision on the spur of the moment when Motu or Chintu is licking you down there," Rekha told her.

Motu wondered why Rekha still refrained from using words like cock, cunt, asshole and fuck She always used words like that thing or there or doing it. Rekha was a genius in matters of sex. There was something about her that made her very special.

Alka meanwhile was using one hand to feel his balls and the other to press his asshole.

Last night when they were alone, she had told Alka that there was nothing that was dirty in sex.

"You mean nothing is dirty Bhabhi when you are having sex?" Alka had asked her.

"Nothing is dirty Alka, as long as the two people want to do it and they don't mind doing it," Rekha said very emphatically.

"What if ......?" Alka didn't finish as she could not think of anything as dirty as to warrant the act as being absolutely repulsive.

"I am telling you that as long as two people want to do something and they think that doing it that way will make sex more enjoyable, then they should just go ahead and not think that it is dirty."

"Have you done such things?" Alka asked her.

"Is that important?" Rekha had refused to be drawn into specifics.

Alka was all of a sudden reminded of the conversation of last night.

"What could she have done that is not normally done?" she tried to think of something that was kinky enough to make it dirty. "I will ask her later," Alka thought.

Rekha moved closer to Motu and sat, her knees touching him.

"Why don't you lie down?" Motu asked her.

Rekha had pulled the pallu over her breasts. The breasts were partially covered. The nipples were covered but the halo of her left breast was visible.

"Is it necessary to still cover them? Covering them is like covering Taj Mahal when you go to see the place," he said pulling the pallu away.

He caught her arm and pulled her down. She lay beside him. Her pallu had been discarded and her full big breasts were on display. The nipples were engorged and puffy with lust. They were longer than what he had seen some time back. Rekha put her right hand over his torso so that her body hovered over him. Her full breasts became even fuller as they hung down. More blood seemed to have flown to her breasts. She moved about adjusting her position so that she rested her body on her right elbow and her torso was above Motu's. She clutched her right breast in her hand and pressed it hard so that it became distended and the nipple grew longer.

"Want milk?" she asked playfully.

"Yes, any time," Motu just about managed to mutter.

Rekha thrust her breast in his mouth. He sucked it inside his mouth greedily. Rekha slowly put her weight on him. She took care not to suffocate him with her breasts. Rekha was no longer saying no and had stopped her nakhras. She was now guiding them telling them what to do. Motu bit her nipple playfully. She smiled and patted his head.

"If you bite it and put off commission then it’s your loss. And more importantly what will I tell Alka's bhaiyya?"

"Sorry Bhabhi. I always get carried away when I see your boobs. They are such a lovely pair."

He gazed at the nearly naked body staring at Rekha's full swollen breasts and the sleek smooth stomach, hands groping and squeezing her breasts. He took the breasts in his hands, mauling the stiff nipples with his lips. She groaned and murmured senseless sounds to him, caught his hair with her fingers, arching her back as if to throw her breasts up into his face. He kneaded the firm round beautiful breasts with his fingers and tongued the stiff sensitive nipples. He sucked them into her mouth, clasping one of her breasts and tweaking the swollen nipple with two fingers.

"Don't you ever get bored with them?" she managed to whisper, looking at the way he played with her breasts using his hands and lips. .

"Never," he whispered back, fondling and squeezing her breast with his hand.

His hands roamed curiously over her breasts, squeezing and cupping them, pulling the nipples, rolling them in his fingers.

"I never can say that I have had enough of them. There is so much I want to do with them Bhabhi," he said.

"Like what?" she asked moving even closer to him and rubbing her breast all over his face.

"Bhabhi," he whispered.

"What?" Rekha asked rather coquettishly.

"Nothing," he answered and resumed sucking the nipples.

Now her nipples were erect and rubbery, and he gently pinched each one, drawing new gasps of pleasure from her. He put his hands on her naked breasts, kneading them firmly, cupping the full mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. He kissed her bare shoulders and her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her breasts hard. His lips formed a circle and he took her nipples in it and sucked them, and waves of sheer unadulterated pleasure were transmitted through her breasts. He held them in his palms from beneath, digging his fingers into the round globes, while his lips tried pinching her nipples and sucked them between his teeth.

He shook his head and grinned, and put his hands back on her breasts saying, "You're beautiful, just beautiful Bhabhi."

"Thank you." Rekha said genuinely feeling proud that someone was telling her that she is indeed beautiful.

She looked down as he rolled her stiff wet nipples in his fingers. His fingers twisting and pinching her nipples. He stared at the silky midriff, the creamy out thrust breasts and succulent, swollen, plum like nipples.

"If what I am doing hurts you then you will have to tell me. Then I will stop playing with your boobs. If not just let me play with them for some more time," Motu pleaded.

"You were playing with Alka's boobs also for a lot of time. I just can’t help wondering why you don't get bored with them," Rekha said pulling his hands over her breasts signifying her assent.

"Your boobs are different Bhabhi. Alka's is different. I don't know the difference but I seem to be attracted to your boobs because you are married and it’s not allowed for me to fondle them."

Rekha knew what exactly he meant but asked as if she did not get him.

"It is not allowed for you to fondle Alka's boobs also Motu. You talk as if you can do anything with her boobs and no one would find it strange or objectionable."

"That's not what I meant Bhabhi. You are married and you are someone else's property. I get a thrill out of stealing someone else's property. Boys our age get a thrill out of doing it with married women. We will discuss about that after some time. But now let me get back to work," he said as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her naked, breasts, pinching at the hard, honey coloured nipples and rolling them between his fingers.

"Does it feel nice for you also Bhabhi?" he asked pinching her nipples.

"What do you think?" she asked as she pressed her breasts on his face.

His hands were clutching at her naked breasts, tweaking her nipples. He let his hands slide upward over her large, pointed breasts, his hands slipping beneath to cup upwards and lift them.

She felt his hands massaging and kneading and stroking her breasts, pinching at the hard nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing unknown erotic sensation through her whole body. The fact that he nearly worshiped her and that he felt good that she was cheating her husband added an extra charm to the whole thing. The fact that she was being assisted in that direction by her husband's own horny sibling added an extra dimension to the erotic episode.

He lowered his head, cupped her breast and sucked the erect throbbing nipple deep inside his hot, wet mouth. He took both breasts, one in each hand. His hands moved over her body, feeling and squeezing ... her breasts. Then he let go of her breasts still sucking the nipples and felt her waist and the stomach. She trembled as his hands trailed over her body.

While she felt good about the way he admired her breasts, she was longing for him to pay attention to the other parts of her body. It had been ages since her cunt had been touched by someone other than her husband. Even the other day when Chintu had felt her all over, the phone call had stopped everything.

With Motu she could manipulate him. If she wanted him to kiss and lick her armpits, all that she had to was to reach out and scratch her back or tie her hair. Or if she wanted him to finger her on the asshole she had to move around so that his hand touched her asshole when he was fingering her cunt. He would take over from there.

She wished that she had told him also what she had conveyed to Alka last night about nothing at all being dirty in sex. She knew that he had that kind of attitude but an explicit statement to that effect had a lot more of an impact than implied statements.