Adultery Uncle & Sunita: Unleashed by Deepa by misterwho

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Story :- Uncle & Sunita: Unleashed by Deepa

Written by misterwho

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(Note to readers: this story continues the Sunita/Uncle Shom series. It incorporates situations that readers have said they want to see develop between the two. All stories are self contained and can be read on their own. That is the reason I prefer not to serially number them. Those who wish to read the previous episode should look up "Uncle Shom and Sunita find time." The series started with "Uncle Shom is Taken" and is followed by "Uncle Shom spreads her". With this, there are totally four stories in the Sunita/Shom series).

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They were headed to Jaipur and Delhi was a logical stopover. Initially, Sunita had been tense about meeting up with Deepa and Deepa's father while her own husband Karan was alongside. However, that resolved itself with Karan's work catching up with him as usual. He decided to arrive in Delhi a day later, just in time for the road trip to Jaipur.


That then only left the sexual tension of encountering Deepa's father, Shom. Sunita was as young (or as old-depending on how you looked at it) as Shom's daughter Deepa. When Sunita had come visiting on the demise of Shom's wife, she had chanced upon her Uncle Shom masturbating energetically. Sunita felt an overwhelming sense of sympathy towards Uncle, now destined for years of loneliness. That sympathy soon gave way to unbridled lust as the younger woman and older man devoured each other.

Sunita was also apprehensive of having to talk about this relationship with Deepa even though the sexual encounters between father and friend were no secret.

Illicit at its worst and caring at its best, the sexual trysts did not escape Deepa's attention. The age difference between them, the fact that Shom had a daughter Sunita's age, the relationship they had shared in the past; all these made their sexual union completely illicit. But the loneliness and the needs of Shom that Sunita handled through the sex seemed to legitimize the relationship in the eyes of both the girls.

And yet, they never talked about it.

Sunita wondered about that. Was Deepa just being opportunistic because the sexual encounters had helped with her father's depression? Or was she being discreet? Did she now think of Sunita as a whorish slut? Or as a caring person who had crossed a boundary in her lovingness?

In the heart of her hearts Sunita knew that she could just as well have been sympathetic and caring without being sexual. To her own self, she could not deny the strong surge she had felt in her loins when she had spotted Uncle Shom with what was clearly a nice, thick truncheon of a cock. It was a combination of curiosity and lust. Curiosity because he compared favorably with her own husband Karan. The lust was ignited by her awareness that Uncle Shom had the stamina and urges of primal man. Deepa had described her father's vigorous, noisy lovemaking sessions with her mother which continued late into life. Sunita herself had seen how long Uncle had masturbated before cumming. Clearly, there was something here to be sampled which promised to be superior to Karan in every respect. That deadly combination led her to try and satiate the man in her Uncle Shom.

Shorn of the societal labels and taboos, he was a lusty man and she was a wanton woman. The inflammatory chemistry that the two enjoyed merely confirmed what she instinctively knew.

Those memories made her feel warm and horny. She recalled how small her fist seemed when she first tried to hold and tame his throbbing cock. Then later he had plunged upward spearing apart her squelching wet pussy as they battled each other for sexual conquest. He had exploded with massive bolts of cum which flooded her, belying his age. She flushed with heat at the thought of her imminent arrival at Deepa's house.

There was definitely something different in Deepa's welcome this time. It was in her eyes, as the friends looked deep into each other. It was in the hug as Deepa seemed to hold Sunita closer. The way she held Sunita at the arms and held her close, breast upon breast, seemed to suggest a new bond.

They had always been close. When they were in hostel together, when they shared stories of their first nights of sex with their respective husbands; all the usual things that girls discussed. But there was a new closeness now.

Deepa had spotted Sunita and her dad going at each other. Her eyes had met with Sunita's as she chanced upon them. Sunita had been riding Uncle Shom's cock to submission when Deepa had walked in; Shom had his back to his daughter and Sunita had locked eyes with Deepa over his shoulder. Deepa was grateful in her heart for Sunita's ability to reach out to the lonely and depressed man.

And yet they never spoke to each other about it. What was Deepa to say? That she was happy her friend had fucked her dad? And Sunita? Could she brazenly tell Deepa that her dad was a sexy and vigorous fuck who outdid her husband by a mile? That was the truth running in each of their minds. And the truth is often best left unsaid.

Deepa's house that day was awash with visitors. Uncles and aunts, cousins and their spouses, friends and others, all came and went through the day. Sunita and Uncle Shom had to be content with polite civil conversation with each other.

"How are you, beta? And the kids? Pity Karan couldn't join us as planned," said Shom to Sunita. In his mind, his focus was on her breasts which he had mauled and sucked and on her narrow waist and flaring hips which made such a comfortable repository for his now throbbing manhood. Oh God, she looked lovely with her hair in a cascade.

"Just fine, Uncle! Aur aap kaise hain (how are you)? Not getting too moody I hope!" she joked, tossing her hair. "If I reach inside your dhoti I am sure I will find the monster ready to lunge from his lair," she thought to herself. She longed to touch and gently outline that wondrous cock as she had fantasized many a night. Today they were so close, yet so far.

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Shom waited for the visitors to leave. Dinner was had, a few of the regular oldies who shared a late evening drink with him hung around for the weekly ritual. "Not today!" despaired the old man in his thoughts. But routines are routines for the elderly and they never really let down their drinking and chatting partners. They were not about let Shom down.


Earlier in the day he had been forced to retreat to his room when his cock had become unmanageably bothersome. Sunita and Deepa had been serving lunch and when she leaned over at the far end of the table, he was able to look right down her blouse as the pallo had slipped, and there they were, the mango-like breasts, encased in her bra. When she moved closer to him, her aroma filled his nostrils. After those accidental brushes there was no way but to masturbate. He lasted very little, aroused as he was from a night of anticipation and a further half a day of lecherously eyeing the woman who was his daughter's best friend.

Sunita had taken an early morning flight in on the pretext of finding time to be with Deepa. The real agenda was to create that space in which the chemistry between them got its fair chance. Nothing was planned and Sunita was unsure if she could initiate anything with a man she had once called 'Baba': a term Deepa always used in reference to her dad. But the least she could do was leave openings for possibilities.

All that had come to naught and now it was late at night, really late. Early next morning Karan was going to be in and shortly after that the taxi ride to Jaipur. Sunita sighed as she helped Deepa do the dishes.

"I don't think you should plan to sleep in my room," said Deepa, not taking her eyes of the vessel she was scrubbing.

Sunita froze in the act of wiping a dish. "Why?" she asked, wondering where this conversation was headed. She had always slept in Deepa's room with both friends chatting away into the wee hours, taking the chance of being tired and bleary-eyed on the following day. "Has my fucking Uncle Shom changed something between us? Is the sexual innocence of two women, childhood friends, lying in bed together lost?" she thought to herself.

"Shift your night bag to his room," she said, ignoring the question of why. She was referring to the night change that Sunita had packed separately, allowing her to leave the main travel case untouched and packed for the main trip to Jaipur. "You will anyway be up before Karan lands."

Sunita blushed furiously as she resumed slowly wiping the already clean dish, not willing to acknowledge that she knew exactly who the "his" was.

"He misses you," went on Deepa, "More you than he misses Ma."

Sunita was shocked. How could Uncle Shom not miss Aunty, the woman whose demise had caused him despair; the despair to cure which she had become the old man's lover?

"Well, not that he does not miss her at all," clarified Deepa, almost as if she had read Sunita's mind. "Just that she is no longer a possibility and you of course, are for real."

"You want me to sleep in Uncle Shom's room?" asked Sunita bluntly, pursing her lips.

"Yes," persisted Deepa. The cold question caused doubt in Deepa's mind. Perhaps her friend was no longer comfortable with a continuation of that relationship. Perhaps it was something which happened in the heat of the moment, in the aftermath of her mother's demise.

With a deep sigh Deepa decided to push her friend. She gripped the ledge of kitchen sink and looked down as she spoke. "He masturbates. More often than before," she confided.

"What has that got to do with me?" asked Sunita, stonewalling her friend. In reality, that information conjured up images in her mind of the thick, blunt weapon of a cock which Uncle Shom sported; a cock she wanted so often to worship, both hands running up and down the thickness, twisting and twirling it, with her lips ready to receive any wetness that welled up from him.

Deepa broke Sunita's cock-focused reverie with more shocking, if arousing information. "It is very vigorous, especially when he is thinking of you while masturbating. Look, you know I have been witness to some of his lovemaking with Ma. But after her, his sexual needs are in no way diminished and he seems to be oblivious to my presence around the house. I am forced to be discreet about it, but he is at is ever so often. Mai kya karoon (what am I to do), Sunita?" said Deepa in a choked voice as tears welled up in her eyes.

All this open talk of masturbation embarrassed Sunita further and she felt her cheeks go hot. Yes, they had talked of sex, sexuality and sexual relationships. But masturbation was new ground between these friends. And in relation to her dad? Oh God!

"How do you know he thinks of me while.... while... he does it" managed Sunita. Her throat was dry from the topic of discussion and was matched by the wetness between her legs caused by the images of her Uncle Shom that Deepa painted out for her. She tried to say 'masturbation' but she struggled with the challenge of being brazen and open in front of her friend.

She knew she had masturbated the old man; she had fucked him and allowed him to fuck and suck her. But acknowledging it? That was so very different.

"He calls out to you. I heard him. In fact, on one occasion that is how I came to know he was at it," said Deepa, using her friend's device of replacing the 'm'-word with an 'it'. "He was bellowing out your name over and over again. I thought he was calling me. I rushed to his room and when I was just outside his door, thankfully I heard him clearly say 'Sunita'. I stopped and peered through the gap in the door. There he was, lying on his easy chair, his hand on his....." Deepa hesitated to use the word in reference to her own dad, ".... his penis." Somehow the biological term seemed more respectable.

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"With every jerk, he thrust his hips, repeating your name over and over. And he came in copious torrents. I suspect it is messier for him when he fantasizes about you as he masturbates," Deepa reminisced.


"How do you know that? It is impossible. You cannot be right," countered Sunita, while knowing it to be true and perhaps the real evidence of all that Deepa had said was the flow between her legs right now.

"You forget I wash his clothes. I see the damp spots, the large wet areas and depending on how soon after I am washing clothes I can see gobs and gobs of his cum," said Deepa. She turned towards her friend. "He needs you, don't say no!" she pleaded.

Sunita's mind was in a whirl. She just wanted to blindly accept Deepa's offer. It was better than her plan of sneaking out of Deepa's room into his room after she had fallen asleep. On the face of it, Deepa was requesting Sunita. In reality, to Sunita it was an offer. Sleep in the same room, be his woman, and take him as her own man for one full night. Knowing him, she was sure it would be more than just one fuck in a night. She wanted to say "Yes", but she did not know how to do it without seeming like a sluttish whore. "Damn!" cursed Sunita, inwardly, "Damn society! Damn taboos! Damn everything!"

"Ok," said Deepa with a sigh of resignation as she mistook Sunita's silence for denial.

"Wait!" blurted out Sunita in panic. She didn't want to lose this chance. She knew Uncle Shom was a stallion. She thirsted to fuck him, not once but twice. Or as many times as he could take her in one night. She wanted him to take her and her to take him in as many different ways as their imagination allowed. And that is what was on offer: a night of wanton, unrestrained loving and lust between Sunita Beti and Uncle Shom.

She hugged Deepa and hid her face in the crook of her friend's shoulder as she confessed, "Yes, I will sleep with him, in his room. I know he needs that comfort of a woman and why should that woman not be me?"

"Thank you! I knew you would for me," replied Deepa.

With the damn inside her having burst, Sunita revealed her true feelings. "It is not that I am doing you or him a favor, Deepa. I want him just as much. I love making love to him, holding him when he cums and comforting him. Yes," sighed Sunita. She caressed Deepa's cheek with her own, her hands roaming over her friend's back and shoulder, conveying more than just affection.

Deepa pushed Sunita back so she could see her face. She looked deep into her friend's eyes and said "No, I really mean it. Thank you!" She then proceeded to hug her to her bosom, breast caressing breast, cheek caressing cheek and hands roaming over her the body her father was sure to claim soon enough.

A short while later Sunita made her way up the stairs, carrying for Uncle Shom his nightly glass of warm milk. The oddity was not lost on Sunita. A glass of warm milk was indeed what an Indian bride carried to the nuptial chamber on a wedding night.

Sunita's hands trembled. She was not nervous; it was tremors of lust that preceded the eruption of a volcano. When she entered the room she found Uncle Shom lying on the bed on his right side, facing away from the door. His left hand was moving, on the front of his body. Instantly, Sunita knew what he was doing. This was the kind of moment Deepa probably encountered around the house every day; her father masturbating. Sunita cleared her throat.

Shom looked over his shoulder and ceased activity. He saw that it was Sunita rather than Deepa. He did not sit up for his dhoti was askew and he was sporting a massive erection. He did not remove his hand either for that would have merely attracted attention. He wanted to do all that in stages so that nothing appeared amiss.

"Beti," he said, trying to sound matter of fact and appear normal. Sunita knew that in this same situation Deepa would not have entered the room and would have simply let the man continue unhindered. She also took note that on those various occasions Deepa did not go away and rather preferred to indulge the voyeur in her by watching her father complete his self-gratification.

Sunita sat on the bed, behind her Uncle Shom. Gently she reached for his left arm and tugged at it, pulling his hand away from his cock. The cock sprang back to its normal position and Shom sighed from the relief of the tugging and the release that followed.

"Aaj aapko iss ki zarurat nahi hai," she whispered, "I am here, na!" (Today you have no need to do this, I am here, no!)

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"Beti!" he whispered in an agonized voice and rolled over to bury his head in her lap without looking her in the eye. His head burrowed, finding solace in the womanly warmth, but also wishing to go deeper, directly to her crotch. Sunita remembered with relief that she had trimmed her pussy hair. The untended bushy growth and wisps of hair were gone and now there was a neat, furry turf. Perhaps it was slightly prickly for she had not been able to do the trimming till just the night before. If she had done it two days ago, the patch would have been short yet soft, so she might not have hurt her Uncle Shom with the roughness of her hair.


His strong, powerful hands - hands that she loved for their ability to command her body- pulled her to his face as he swung her body. His face turned upward as her body turned downward and she was now kneeling over his head.

"Oh uncle!" she sighed as her body shook and shuddered.

Deepa who was following her friend heard the lust laden sigh just as she was about to enter the room and stopped right there, behind the curtain at the door.

Sunita laughed as his lips searched through layers of clothes and he bit and gnawed at her, not knowing what part of her anatomy he was actually getting at or how far he was actually successful at it.

She shimmied down so she was now sitting on his chest. She held his head in her hands, gripping his ears and looked at him with glimmering eyes. "Ey! Itna intazar karna pada ki ab jaldi hai?" she teased him. (Hey! Did you have to wait so much that now you are in a hurry?)

The reverence and respect accorded to her friend's father had given way to the casualness and familiarity that sex demanded and words like "Ey!" (Hey) quickly replaced words like "Ji!" (A suffix that indicates respect). Shom noted the change in language. It made him feel younger, and more intimate with her than the sham of respectability that he had been forced to stick through all day.

Deepa felt her ears go red. No doubt, it was she who had prevailed on Sunita to spend the night with her dad. However, she had sent up Sunita ahead only because clearing up took a little bit longer. She had intended for all three of them to spend a bit of time in her dad's room before Deepa herself discreetly withdrew, leaving the lovers together. How else could she have setup Sunita and her dad in the same room? Yet, these two seemed so brazen in their lust for one another. Deepa stood rooted to the spot, catching glimpses of whatever she could through the gap in the curtains and listening intently to the sounds.

Sunita shimmied further down his body. As she did so, her saree got pulled up. Her buttocks and her crotch grazed him. Shom felt the warmth of the pussy and wondered whether there were juices to be felt if garments were not obstructing. She leaned forward and kissed him on his lips. She sucked his lips in and pulled her teeth along the lower lip as she extruded it out. Shom shivered.

"Tonight," she said, and paused at that one word and slid further down. Her legs were now spread wide and the saree was further up, baring all of her lower legs and caught now at the middle of her thigh.

She pulled at his kurta to reveal his nipple. Her wet mouth closed around the nipple, wetting it before sucking it in.

"Hnnnnnh!" grunted Uncle Shom, his hand on her head. On so many occasions he had touched her head in like fashion but that was to bless when she touched his feet. Today, there was a slight pressure from him to keep her there and it was matched by his thrusting his chest forward to feed her whatever it was she wanted from sucking so hard.

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"I," was the next word she uttered to follow the word 'tonight', and then she pulled up his kurta and bent her head to kiss his stomach. Her breasts rested on his thick cock pressing it against his body. The clip of her bra dug into the flesh of his cock and he winced but did not want to lose contact with those lovely delectable mounds of flesh. He reached below and grappled hopelessly with all the obstacles the blouse, its hooks and bra represented.


"Beti!" moaned Shom, as the woman he had known as his daughter's friend completed his subjugation. O God – how he wanted her! He wished she would move faster, wouldn't stop and would quickly provide respite to his throbbing and jerking cock. Deepa gently parted the curtains a bit more to see more clearly what the new intensity in sound was about. Sunita was prone over her father's supine body.

"Will spend," Sunita continued, her tongue forming a wet trail of saliva from the stomach downward as with one hand she jerked free the dhoti at his waist.

"All of this night," she whispered as her throat dried when she encountered the forest of pubic hair. His cock was at her neck now, just a level below her lips, even though it was cloaked in his dhoti.

"With you!" she completed, her mouth closing over the dhoti-encased cock. The dhoti was wet with his fluids from the stroking he had been engaged in just before she arrived. She tasted him and in an effort to reduce the impact of the cloth released saliva over the cock to drench the cloth so it became less of a hindrance.

Shom's hands dug into the mattress and he quickly brought up his foot as he realized Sunita's saree was now completely pulled up as she had traveled down his body. His foot searched for her cunt and Shom gasped as he realized that she was wearing no panties. Sunita lewdly opened herself wider in an effort to allow him access.

"Mmmmm!" she went, cock firmly in mouth. The sound was meant to tell him that he was on the right track. The cauldron in her pussy was bubbling and aching, feverish for his touch. He knew this and his big toe found the furrow of her pussy between her legs. His rough toe ran along the trail, probing, pushing and pressing.

Deepa watched in amazement as her friend, whose sex life was predictable and mundane by all accounts, unreservedly delivered oral sex to her Baba. Her face burned as she realised Sunita was doing something which she had never done to her husband. Or so she said.

He had to place his leg at angle, bent at the knee to reach into her snatch. This spreading of his leg exposed his inner thigh and Sunita was prompt in caressing and touching the exposed flesh to excite his more. She pulled at the fold of the dhoti on that side and half of the garment came undone. She flung it back, as if to symbolize the opening out of him, the laying bare of his sexuality to her predatory being.

Her long fingernails scratched delightfully at the inside thigh and she drew a line to his scrotum. "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" went Shom, and he shuddered as his hips thrust upward pushing his cock into her mouth in an involuntary fucking action. The cloth covering the cock was now a hindrance. And so was the restraint on her breasts. Sunita reached for the other half of the dhoti and undid the dhoti in its entirety, laying it back under him, like a sheet under him for them to fuck on. For the first time, Deepa saw her father's cock, so directly, so clearly and she found herself wondering about Sunita's ability to take that monster in.

The cock reared up, like a tree rising from undergrowth, the thick log of flesh rose from the springy and curled pubic hair that surrounded it. Sunita's lips hung open with lust. She put out her tongue and one hand gently stroked the cock as she laved it with her tongue and stroked it with fingers simultaneously. Pubic hair on Karan irritated her but here she was more than willing to paste it down to his groin with saliva so she could focus on the flesh. And, she noted, when she had him in her mouth, her lips barely reached the base because of the size of the cock; and so with Uncle Shom the hair didn't bother her really and that was quite unlike how it was with Karan.

Sunita rested herself on her elbows as she hastily unbuttoned her blouse. Happily, the bra had its clip in the front and therefore opened out easily as well. The breasts fell forward dangling around the cock in between. Sunita swayed herself gently, slapping his cock with one breast and then the other. She watched in fascination as his precum smeared itself on her. She maneuvered each nipple on the eye of his cock, allowing the flesh to drop and prod – or was it the cock prodding the mass?

Shom groaned loudly at the warmth of the flesh against his cock. She held herself together so that he could fuck her. Her breasts were nowhere near the size they needed to be to provide a complete sheath of wet, slippery flesh. The advantage of that was the head of his cock reared up dramatically in her face every time he fucked. She kissed the cock, with a loud smacking sound, taking in just the head and letting it out with a loud slurp. Once, twice, thrice. Shom was lost in the maddening lust. Her lips on his cockhead were driving him wild and he gave himself to the fucking of her tits.

As he pulled back, the cockhead was between the mass of both breasts, and with a skilful manipulation of her hands, Sunita made sure she gripped the cock hard in the flesh of her breasts. She rotated her breasts, causing a circular whirling motion around the cock. Her breasts were now well and truly coated with his slithery outpouring and when he fucked forward it greased the skin, allowing Shom to fuck this young slut of a woman's tits with some vigor without hurting himself. Even so, the distance his cock traveled pulled the skin back a good bit causing the head to swell. And back into the wet, bubbly warmth of her mouth. And thence back to the valley of the rotating wet grind of two orbs of flesh around his cock.

Sunita was captivated by the sight of his wondrous cock and the sounds of his incessant pleasure. What a joy, she noted, to be able to love a man and have him want her more and more, than her own Karan, who would have by this time cum; if not on her face, then between her breasts. Here, she had no fear of being denied her own pleasure, her own fulfillment; no fear of missing out on the completeness and satiety of having this very cock embedded in her, just because she was doing him in other ways.

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This was a maneuver which Deepa was unfamiliar with. The toying of cock with breast paired with the sucking and slurping just demonstrated that the lust between her Baba and her pal made her a complete slut. Deepa continued to watch in fascination; it was a lesson in sexual liberation for her.


Shom continued the fucking with some vigor, enjoying the feeling coursing through this cock and from there to every part of his body. His hands were on Sunita's shoulder and with each sucking in of his cock, with each grinding of his cockhead between the breasts, he grunted. Each time his grunting was only louder than ever before. Soon the room was full of the noises of Sunita's squelchy gobbling of the cock and the slapping of the penis against her breasts, and the corresponding moans and groans from a Shom luxuriating in the experience.

Suddenly Shom screamed out a loud "Ah!" as an intense shuddering enveloped him. He realized what was happening and his hands on her shoulder stopped her movements. He held himself back, heading off an impending orgasm, not wanting to finish so quickly. Yes, she had promised him the full night. But he had barely finished with appetizing himself. He needed a feast to compensate for the drought that had gone before. There was this urgent feeding now. Later there would be a slow long savoring. He would sleep long and deep later, after Sunita and Karan had left, he thought to himself. Quickly, he reached for his cock, and gripping it in his fist, pushed upward and her lips were forced off. He squeezed the tip gently, eyes screwed tightly shut, as the grip first caused more pleasure, he hovered on the brink of a release, and then, thankfully for him, receded into the well of his being without bursting forth.

Meanwhile, his daughter Deepa reached out for the door with trembling hands. The sight of this man with a woman so much younger than him was captivating. Clearly they could consume each other and the night ahead was going to long and sleepless. She would have loved to just watch the poetry between the two bodies, mismatched in age but so well matched in chemistry. Yet, she was embarrassed as the daughter and did not want to be faced by her father or indeed, embarrass him. Also, the two were likely to go at each other all night and she couldn't stand there all the time, could she? This was only Sunita taking the edge off his lust. Then would come the vigor and intensity of her dad's lust for Sunita. Reluctantly she pulled the door shut; despite all her care, it did bang.

Shom's eyes shot open. He grabbed his dhoti and looked to cover himself trying to see what the noise was. "Who shut the door?" he asked in panic, "Was it the wind?" he looked toward the window to check the weather.

As he tried to move he found himself pinned by the weight of Sunita sitting astride his knees. She was rapidly unwinding her saree. Shom realized that there was nothing he could possibly hide in the situation in which they were.

Sunita stopped briefly, covering her breasts with her saree and toying with the softness within as she addressed Shom.

"Uncle, that was Deepa shutting the door," she informed him.

"What!" said Shom, shocked. "Did she see us?" he asked as he tried to get up.

Sunita pushed him back. Slowly she let her saree down and resumed unwinding the garment. "Do you think I am here and she doesn't know?" she asked him.

He gazed at her lovely face and the slender arms in rapt silence, cock still firmly in his grip. The breasts jiggled as her hands went round and round undoing the saree. Her face was radiant and aglow, smeared with him. She wore a lovely pearl necklace that seemed a most appropriate adornment for her rose tinted skin, bare, leading down to the slopes of her breasts, anointed at the tip by those delicious nipples. They would taste of him, he realized, were he to suck them right now.

Sunita undid the cord of the petticoat and since most of it was anyway bunched up around her waist, she just lifted it over her head and threw it off.

"Someone's knowing or not knowing doesn't change the fact that we belong to each other," murmured Sunita as she moved forward and leaned over him. Her knees and elbows were on the bed holding her suspended over him, prone. His hands moved to hold her around the ribs, fingers on her back, palm on her side and thumb pouching up her breasts. She swayed and his voluminous cock smacked against her thigh, first one then the other. She lowered her hips and allowed her crotch to caress the cock and all the questions in Shom's head were lost in the fog of lust clouding his head.

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Sunita moved forward, the breasts hovered over his face like fruit ripe for picking. Shom put out his tongue and lapped at the nipples, tasting his own precum on her and adding his saliva to the tender buds. Sunita hunched over his head and sucked in his earlobe. Now her tongue traced the outer ear and she kissed him in the ear, tickling him in an erotic tease. She whispered into that ear, "Sunita loves her Uncle Shom!"


As she lowered her hips dragging her pubis over his cock she continued, "Sunita loves driving her Uncle Shom mad with lust!"

Then, as Shom felt the prickly turf there graze his cock she asked "Do you like to take your little Sunita, Uncle?"

"Yes my dear! Uncle loves his little Sunita. Fuck Uncle, beti! Fuck me!" he begged, holding his cock and painting her open wide lips with his cockhead. Sunita held off as the older man tried to stab into her cunt. He was desperate now for the real thing and to feel her breasts on his chest. He could then hold her, pound her and impregnate her! He felt wild! He desperately wanted to do something tonight which would make it impossible for her to part from him, not now, not tonight, not ever.

As his other hand caught her breast in a tight grip, both of them heard a car arrive outside. The way he held her tit was painful but it triggered a pulsating throb in her pussy and Sunita now wanted to plunge in. She shivered, trembling in anticipation and in preparation of that plundering fuck which she desperately wanted now. All doubts that the car was arriving at their house vanished when the doors of the car banged shut and they heard the clanging of the gate.

Sunita's mobile phone rang. Frantic as she was in raising herself on one knee to manipulate the monstrous cock into her humid and hot orifice, she had no time for or intention of attending to the phone.

Shom's hand had already let go of his cock, passing it on to her and so he was free to reach for the phone. As he kneaded her breast he took a quick look at the lit up screen. It showed Karan's name.

"Beti, it's Karan," he told her, his look asking her what she wanted to do. Sunita did what she wanted most to do at that moment and allowed her cunt to slide down the cockhead. If she paused, it was to only savor the moment of flesh pulsating against flesh. She pushed down and her channel opened up, with fluids flowing forward to ease and welcome the invading mass of Shom's cock.

"Answer the phone," gasped Sunita as she gave over to the sensations coursing through her. Nothing, but nothing could replicate the effect of her Uncle Shom's live throbbing cock, with its bulging nerves in contact with her wet sheath. "Ah! Ah! Unhhh! Yes!" she grunted as she satisfied her craving with several rapid but shallow fucks. She needed this and she needed it now. "Answer it NOW, before he phones Deepa and asks for me!" gasped Sunita.

"Karan, beta!" said Shom into the phone, barely managing to keep his voice steady. "Uh, yessss! She is here," replied Shom to Karan.

"NO!" he implored in a decidedly higher pitch, as Sunita lifted herself off to fuck down with greater force so that Uncle would embed deeper in her. She wanted him in, pulsating and living inside her, well embedded, so that she could talk to Karan while settled on Uncle Shom's cock. She inhaled with a seething sound as air rushed through her clenched teeth. She could NOT allow his cock to leave her cunt at this crucial demanding moment.

"No! She has left her phone here and gone to the toilet," babbled Shom, his voice quavering with a complete loss of control as the downward fuck caused his just receded orgasm to bubble up again.

"What! You are at the gate downstairs! Ok wait!" said Shom, trying to push off Sunita.

Sunita grabbed the phone from Shom. Damn, Karan's hoped for 'surprise' had worked out and he was able to catch the last flight to Delhi, it seemed. He should have warned her thought Sunita irrelevantly as she wiggled her hips, taking in Uncle Shom to the fullest. What her lips could not reach, her pussy was able to in reaching the base of Shom's cock. Sunita felt full snug and complete as she gently rocked on the cock. It was mad but her mind took note of the tickling his pubic hair caused on her pussy, while he noted the bristly texture of her turf.

"Yes!" hissed Sunita into the phone in sync with the physical state of arousal.

"Hey! Surprise! I am at the gate. Are you guys going to let me in or what?" asked Karan, looking up at the one room which seemed to have lights on upstairs. The rest of the house was plunged in darkness and the gate was locked from within. Delhi was so unsafe nowadays. Thank god Sunita was at home. He always worried about her late night outings in this city.

"Wait," said Sunita, leaning forward and then back very slowly, grinding her cunt on his cock like a mortar and pestle. One hand rested on Uncle Shom's rock hard torso giving her balance as she continued the grind and she gave herself time to think of what to do next. Shom was struggling to lever himself up but Sunita pushed him back. "I am changing and Uncle cannot come down in the dark. Let me get Deepa to reach you," said Sunita and quickly disconnected the call.

Her lust was unabated and she felt quite out of control, even as Shom's cock lost some of its mass in the tension of the moment.

Sunita quickly put the phone down and slid her hand in between their bodies as she lifted off his cock. "Uncle! Kya kar rahen hain aap? Doh minute lagega aur, just focus on us!" (Uncle! What are you doing? It will just take a couple of minutes more, just focus on us!) she pleaded, gripping his messy cock and pumping him once, then twice, to stimulate his erection back to its fullest. "Deepa ko darwaza aur gate bhi toh kholna hai!" she said, now guiding the fullness she deserved back into the soppy, grabbing cunt.

She sat up, cock up in her, filling her right up to what seemed like her stomach itself. She smiled down at Shom as she reached for the phone and dialed Deepa, riding his cock like a horseman rides a horse bareback while his hands are engaged with a bow and arrow.

Shom reached for her breasts and gripped her hard, holding her up by her breasts and knifing his cock upward in rapid jabs. The pressure on her breasts, the grip of her nipples and the sawing motion of his cock combined well to draw the best responses from her.

"Deepaaaaaaaaaaah!" went Sunita as a searing hot series of fucks coincided with her calling out to her friend. "It's Kkk.... Kah.... Ah! Kaharannnnnnnnnhhhhhhh" she wailed as Shom struck his usual form in plundering the girl-turned-woman. She had teased him from the moment she entered his room. Now he was hell bent on fucking her brains out, more so because her husband was about to burst in upon them and he could not let her go without spilling his seed as deep in her as his cock would go.

"What about Karan?" asked Deepa, her mind numb and her body awake with the sounds of her friend being plundered so obviously.

"He, he, he is...... unh! At..... the....... Gaaaaaaaaaaaate! Deepa, oh my god!" she sobbed out as her cunt melted from the pounding Shom was giving her.

"He is fucking me like only he can and I cant stop right now, Deepa!" she begged to her friend, her eyes shutting out this world, mind on the zone in which cock was reaming cunt.

"Oh my God! Karan is at the gate?" asked Deepa in disbelief.

"Yesssssssssssssssss! Karan is at the gate" repeated Sunita.

"Okay, okay. Why don't you two break off and come out?" asked Deepa, quite confused on how to handle the situation.

"Yah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yunnnnnnnnnnnnnhaaaaaaaaaa!" panted Sunita as Shom twisted her nipple in one hand and his other hand teased her anus, gently slapping her bottom as she rode downward. "Deepaaaaaaaaaah......" her voice trailed off, as the situation became obvious to Deepa. Her dad and her pal were in the heat of a mind-blowing fuck. There was no real way to stop anything. The only hope was if they were close to a complete meltdown they might finish soon.

"Listen, you two finish as quickly as you can. I will let Karan in, but slowly. Will you let me know when you are done?" asked Deepa.

"Yes I will," replied Sunita and dropped the phone onto the bed next to them. She didn't disconnect it but she didn't also know how she was going to let Deepa know. What was more important was the completion. Leaning forward over Uncle Shom she fucked him back in a revenge fuck for the pounding he had given her while she was trying to talk to his daughter. When he pulled backward, she clenched her ass taut and thrust down, feeling his foreskin push back and his cockhead rear up.

"Yes, fuck me, Uncle! Fill me! Burst into me!" Deepa heard Sunita wailing over the phone. She opened the door to the upstairs balcony and put on the light there. She peered down in the darkness to Karan. "Hi, Karan!" she waved to Sunita's husband waiting down there at the gate. Her ears however were focused on what her dad was babbling into her friend's ear. "Yes you bitch, ride me! Take me! Milk me! Make me cum like a fountain the way only you can make me cum, beti!" hollered Shom to Sunita which his daughter clearly heard. She could not however see Shom who was now sitting up and cupping both of Sunita's buttocks in his hands, pulling her in and grinding her onto his cock.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The pleasure from the change in the angle of his cock was immense; the pussy was pointing downward and this had the effect of angling his cock down, against its natural upward pointing orientation.


Sunita's pussy was oriented downward, clit riding hard on the vein-ribbed pillar sliding in and out each time Shom pumped her ass down on his cock. Sunita levered her heels on his ass, nails digging into his back and shoulders and pulled herself up, the clit once again sliding against the cock. "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she shuddered.

"Hey!" shouted Karan up to Deepa, "Surprise, surprise!"

"How come?" asked Deepa. The question seemed pointless to Karan. But from the sounds that filled her ear Deepa knew that there was a lot to gain from this delaying tactic.

Shom gritted his teeth as he felt his orgasm build up again. His cock swelled but he was a little unsure of the signal his body was sending; it seemed he wanted to pee. He pulled in his sphincter muscles to control that feeling and the orgasm stalled at that level. Wildly, he gripped her asscheeks harder, and pulling them apart in the strength he applied and rammed her cunt down on his cock. The pleasure was incredible and he let out a roar. This time Deepa did not need the phone to hear the noises.

"Yahin se baat karogi ya andar bhi chodogi?" laughed Karan, asking Deepa to open the gates and the main door. (Will you talk to me from there only or are you going to let me in at all?)

"Babaaaa!" sobbed Sunita, using the term Deepa used to call her father, for she too had called him by the same name many years ago. "Baba! Baba! Baba!" called out Sunita through gritted teeth as she hammered in a few of her own thrusts on his cock. Waves of pleasure washed out of her from her innermost being – somewhere deep, was it her womb or her spine or her soul? She felt the physical manifestation of that pleasure, a gush of fluid drench their hair and privates and flow down.

"Listen! Listen! Listen!" she called to him frantically, holding his head which was flailing, his lips wet with his own spittle, to grab his attention. "We need to finish! Karan is here!"

Her Uncle Shom laid her back on the bed and in doing so his cock slid out of its sanctuary.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" moaned Sunita as the vacuum ached far more than any stretching of her cunt could cause.

She reached out for the phone as Deepa's Baba positioned himself to pound out a finish. Shom had to now complete his own agenda of pleasure and this was imperative for Sunita too. Sunita had orgasmed several times over but the psychological end of her pleasure had to come from satiating her Uncle Shom.

Damn that urge to pee cursed Shom to himself. With a night long agenda he could have enjoyed the delayed orgasm it meant, but now he just had to give way. He knew that till he was sure he wouldn't be drenching her in the wrong fluid it was going to be tense. As an experienced veteran in sexual matters Shom knew that drying his cock was going to be much needed. He grabbed his dhoti and dried his cock, throwing another end of the garment on Sunita's crotch.

As Sunita took the dhoti and tucked into her folds to dry herself a bit, she asked Deepa, "Yes, tell me where is heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The extended 'he' was Shom ramming back into her. It was painful -the invasion- for both cock and cunt had been dried. The deeper he sank in the softer and easier it became for inside her was the well of fluid ready to lubricate the pistoning of his cock in her cunt.

"Keep the noise down," whispered Deepa. "I am just headed down the stairs to bring him in. I will try and slow things down but I cannot take for ever. You guys must really finish or abandon this now!" said Deepa, truly fearful of what might happen if Karan discovered his pretty young wife fucking a man old enough to be her father.

Deepa then decided that the fuck-fest needed to end and that her dad and her pal would have to take the responsibility. She told Sunita, "Put your phone on speaker and I will keep talking to Karan. You will know when we are approaching and it is up to the two of you to finish and look presentable. Ok?"

"O, Oh, Oh-uh, yaaaahuh, Okayhhhhhhh!" grunted Sunita, each syllable punctuated by a thrust from Uncle Shom.

With all the jerking and shaking she somehow managed to switch on the loudspeaker option on the phone and flung it on the bed next to her head. She now had to do her best to make her man cum and she focused on that task.

Shom had both eyes screwed tightly closed and was concentrating on the ripples of sensation radiating outward from his cock and the base of his spine. He was also trying to judge the nature of the release which he felt in his penis. The release was going to be immensely pleasurable but he was terribly unsure of his prostrate.

Sunita grabbed his arms and raised her hips upward, offering the core of her being to this man she so wanted to please. She clenched her pussy muscles and released them, timing her clenching to his plunging.

In the background, through the waves of pleasure, over the image of her Uncle Shom's tense face, sweat drops forming on his brow and building on his nose tip, she noticed the sounds of the gate being opened and some chatter between Karan and Deepa.

Shom's ass muscles and sphincter were tightly clenched too as he fought to fuck on through to the orgasm. The pool of pleasure inside him was ever widening and he knew in any other situation he would have just extended this run happily. But now was not that moment. And yet, he could not unclench and let go.

Sunita reached around him and her hands encountered the tightly clenched muscles of his ass. She felt the rounding of both asscheeks and while her fingernails drew lines on them that made Shom shudder, she could not part them due to the tautness. She was unable to reach his anus in the same way that he had released her by touching her there. She lifted herself by levering herself up on his strong arms and reached lower. She tickled him at the base of his ass and Shom parted his legs as he felt her reaching deeper.

"Welcome home," they heard Deepa say to Karan over the speaker. He was now in the downstairs hall. "Do you want a drink?" asked Deepa; one more stalling tactic.

The spreading of his legs caused Shom to lose control of his muscles and he felt a bolt of pleasure race up from his insides and surge through his cock. As it hit his head Shom sobbed out his orgasm with a series of loud "Ah"s. Sunita cupped his mouth with her hand to stifle the sounds. She was not entirely successful because his head was thrashing around. He sucked her fingers in to his mouth, making love to them as well.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As the orgasm spread like wildfire through his body, Shom sucked in a huge quantity of air. Sunita pulled him down and covered his mouth with her own. Shom screamed his orgasm, low in volume and high in pitch, into her throat. The wild bucking caused a small release in her and she joined him in the passion, and her tongue plunged into his mouth as she held him tight to help him through.


"I think I want to sleep early," Karan was saying to Deepa. That conversation was lost in the crescendo in the minds of Shom and Sunita.

The brief moment when Shom felt he might pee passed and his whole body shuddered as his cock melted in the strangest of orgasms he had ever had.

His cock released a gush of fluid, not in shots or bolts of cum, but in a surging release of large dollops of semen, accompanied by prolonged shuddering. In that instant, Shom knew what a woman must feel when in orgasm. The pleasure emanated in ever-widening pools, each surge just a melting of his cock. His pouring into her was a liquefying and pouring out of his being, which was so appropriate for the way he felt about Sunita. She was to be worshipped, loved, cherished and what better way than to surrender to her? And what bigger surrender than letting go his entire being into her, with neither shame nor restraint?

Deepa engaged Karan in small talk about Uncle Shom and how his life had been altered after Ma's passing away. But this chatter too had no chance of being noticed.

The storm of a man's orgasm is of deep meaning to his woman. The spasming, uncoordinated thrusting, the loss of any kind of muscular control, the concentration on the intensity of his own pleasure with every thrust – none of these are suited to deliver the physical pleasure that comes from a methodical stimulation to orgasm. The exception is a simultaneous orgasm where both peak together and the joy of arriving together at the apogee is perhaps the trigger of the pleasure itself.

But it is of immense psychological fulfillment to be the harbor that absorbs the raging and violent storm of the male orgasm. And so Sunita clung to her Uncle, caressing his arms, his back and running her fingernails on his hard muscles, eking out every frisson that was ready for release in each cell of his body. He wept, tears flowing freely – as freely as the vast surges of semen flowed from him to her.

She hugged him and soothed him, caressing his head and stroking his back. The man was a child in her soothing arms, even as his manhood lay embedded in her, filling her with his seed. She rocked him and cradled him, opening her hips wide to take in all of him. As her legs spread wide, she found she could beat a rhythm on his ass which thumped him into her, shaking out in small jerks and dribbles anything that was left to flow.

The waves of pleasure, the relief at the release before any interruption and the release of months of pent up sexual tension left Shom in a stupor.

He lay on Sunita, his entire weight on her. She gently stroked his arms, feeling the firm hard body. She lay under him, legs spread, his cock still engorged and in side her even as it lost its mass. She felt the huge quantities of his semen clog her womb, the warmth spreading and comforting her.

She heard him snore gently and the quiet of the night was soothing, except for the noises from the phone.

She did not want to get up. She did not want to disturb Uncle Shom. She did not want to stop clinging to him. And she certainly didn't want to leave him soon.

The footsteps on the stairway convinced her to do what she didn't want to do. She stirred Uncle Shom and pushed him off her gently and he fell back on the bed, flat on his back. She kissed him on his cheek and reached for the caftan which was to serve as her night dress for tonight.

She slipped it over her head. There was no time to pause for her bra or collect her clothes scattered all around the room.

Quickly, she covered Uncle with his spread out dhoti, stained as it was with fluids. Sunita slipped out of the doors behind the curtain. She parted the curtains to appear on the landing just as Karan and Deepa were coming up to the landing level.

Raising her hands over her head, pulling her hair back and tying it to look tidy, Sunita retied the hair band and wished her husband with a cheery, "Hi!"

"Look at this guy!" she said to Deepa, "Ek din bhi biwi ko chhod kar nahi reh sakta!" (He cant stay away from his wife for even a day!) Sunita was red and on her cheek were clear signs of abrasion. To Deepa's eyes her friend had the look of a well-fucked woman who had barely had time to recompose herself.

Deepa was staring at her friend in disbelief trying to connect the sounds that she heard on the phone with the sight that Sunita now presented. Karan had his hands around Sunita and thankfully was side by side with her. He was telling Deepa of the plan for the following day.

"Chal, lets go to bed early, we have to get an early start tomorrow," he said. Going to bed early was Karan's standard coded message that he was seeking privacy.

As Karan ushered her in to the bedroom, Sunita stared at Deepa and start to feel the fluids in her womb start to seep. She lay down on her side of the bed with her back to Karan. As she felt his hand on her hip, urging her to turn to him, she felt a flood of the semen flow out and stain her caftan.

"Wait, I need to use the loo," muttered Sunita and escaped to the sanctuary offered by the bathroom.

[aamitomarbandhu]

Is Xossipy is a site for just copy and paste from Literotica? What is the purpose of this thread?