Sunita watched in fascination. No doubt, Shom Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking what he was doing. The elderly recently widowed, father of her dear friend Deepa, and was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short thrusts.... A rhythm she was familiar with for all the times she had masturbated her own husband Kunal to orgasm. That was how she managed Kunal, when she needed to and it never took Kunal too long to come.
But Shom Uncle seemed to go on for quite a bit. His hand was clearly under his dhoti and every now and then, his tall broad frame shuddered. He paused as he relished that wave of pleasure and then gave himself a few more long strokes. As he leaned forward and sometimes back, he turned a bit which gave her a glimpse of his hand on his cock. It seemed a full fist and the head was jutting well beyond the clenched fist. Sunita felt her throat catch, and the dryness in breathing coming from excitement. She felt a release of fluid between her legs and she shifted uncomfortably.
Uncle was now hunched over. Hard strokes with the hand flying over the pillar of flesh he caressed lovingly. Then after a few short ones his head was thrown back and she heard the groan of satisfaction in the release and frustration at being alone by himself. He shook shuddered and spasmed, for several long seconds as he came. Sunita watched in fascination as his body jerked. As the elderly man thrust, jerked and slowed down, she heard him exhale with a long and deep sigh. Satisfaction. And then a shudder and a stifled moan.
But Shom Uncle seemed to go on for quite a bit. His hand was clearly under his dhoti and every now and then, his tall broad frame shuddered. He paused as he relished that wave of pleasure and then gave himself a few more long strokes. As he leaned forward and sometimes back, he turned a bit which gave her a glimpse of his hand on his cock. It seemed a full fist and the head was jutting well beyond the clenched fist. Sunita felt her throat catch, and the dryness in breathing coming from excitement. She felt a release of fluid between her legs and she shifted uncomfortably.
Uncle was now hunched over. Hard strokes with the hand flying over the pillar of flesh he caressed lovingly. Then after a few short ones his head was thrown back and she heard the groan of satisfaction in the release and frustration at being alone by himself. He shook shuddered and spasmed, for several long seconds as he came. Sunita watched in fascination as his body jerked. As the elderly man thrust, jerked and slowed down, she heard him exhale with a long and deep sigh. Satisfaction. And then a shudder and a stifled moan.
She stepped back into the shadows, her feelings a mixture of embarrassment, sympathy, excitement and illicit thrill. She ought to have knocked or atleast, cleared her throat. She glided down the stairs as silently as she could carrying with her the tea she had brought for him. The upstairs was his lair and his preserve. She came down to the kitchen and Deepa asked her, "Why didn't you give him the chai?"
"He was in the bathroom," whispered Sunita and stared out of the window. Aunty had died a few months ago after a protracted illness and Sunita had come to spend time with her close friend Deepa and console father and daughter. Deepa was now quite reconciled but clearly her father had more problems than he could discuss with anyone. She shivered involuntarily at the thought of the cock she had seen him wield and lust raged through her body when she thought of how different it looked from what she had seen and experienced of her own husband Kunal. And then she remembered the school girl stories Deepa and she had exchanged years earlier when Deepa told her of the raucous noises from her parents room all those years ago.
Deepa had got up in the middle of the night to get some water and she had heard loud moaning noises and some slapping sounds. When she peeked through the door which was ajar she had seen her mother sitting astride her father. Uncle had been slapping Auntie's sumptuous ass. Her saree had been pulled aside in the typical fashion that Indian's make love: not quite undressing but pulling aside clothes and raising skirts to accommodate the male. Her breasts were squeezed out under her blouse and bra and Uncle had been nipping at the flesh. Auntie was screaming, "Yes! "Bite me! Maul me! Take me! Amaar ke diye!" Begging to be fucked harder and harder.
When Deepa had shared this story with Sunita they had giggled with the usual thrill that school girls have for discussing all things sexual.
Now that memory came back to tell Sunita the unstated story of Uncle's continuing sexual needs and how the absence of Aunty was causing him to be the way she had seen him now. The rich wetness between her legs scared her.
"Just take the tea for him," she whispered to Deepa and went to her room to lie down for a bit.
As she lay back and closed her eyes she saw Uncle looming over her and she opened her eyes with a start. It was her imagination. She smiled a little smile to herself and closed her eyes again. And watched him come over her and sink his animal size cock into her cunt. Involuntarily her legs spread and she squirmed, wondering if she would be able to take the pillar in one stroke.
She caressed her lower belly, allowing herself the naughty indulgence of a very private pleasure. She rubbed herself, sighed, turned over and slipped into a long mid morning nap.
Later in the afternoon
"We must be back home to serve baba his tea," Deepa reminded Sunita. They reached home and Sunita got into the kitchen to make the tea. Deepa got busy with unpacking the shopping and putting away things. Sunita placed the cup on a tray and got the midday paper and slowly walked up the stairs.
There lay uncle sprawled on his easy chair, reading a newspaper. He didn't see her coming. And she didn't have any warning of what she was going to see as she came from behind him and looked over his shoulder.
Her eyes latched on to the tent in Uncle's dhoti. And the cloth which was held up, revealed a bit from the side to show the flesh of his cock. Sunita stood transfixed. She saw the bulge twitch from the involuntary effects of a prolonged state of arousal. She quietly set down the tray, and moved closer to her friend's father. With one of her hands she lightly covered his mouth to let him know that he was not expected to say anything or stop her. The other hand slipped through the gap in the dhoti and her small hand closed around the raging cock. His eyes opened wide in shock.
Her throat went dry as she surveyed the dimensions of the tool in her hand. Her fingers softly felt the skin, her thumb reached up as she held him the way one would hold a joystick of a videogame. Her thumb moved over the head and her fingers traced the line back down to the base of his cock. Her other hand now moved from covering his mouth to the back of his head and her fingers gripped his hair. Her hands slowly slid up and down the cock and with each move the paper rustled. The rustling followed a pattern as Sunita's hand fell into a rhythm on the cock of her friend's father. The man groaned.
"Beti!" he said pleadingly, referring to her in Hindi as daughter for that is how he had addressed her for years now.
"Ssshhhhhh, papa!" she whispered, "aap ko maloom hai ye aap ki zaroorat hai. Aur mai to phir madad hee karne ayi hoon na?" she whispered in a kind, soft tone. ("you know you need this. And then, have I not come here to help both of you overcome what you have been through?")
The man groaned in protest and threw his head back. Sunita continued to slide her hand up and down the pillar of flesh. First she gave him steady long strokes and then one quick jerk. Then again she went back to long strokes followed by two quick thrusts. She kept her head down and eyes lowered. It was an act of kindness and she didn't want to acknowledge Uncle, or that she was masturbating her friend's father. Shom Uncle's hands were gripping the arm rests of his chair and as his hips thrust upward his legs stretched out under him, as pleasure shot down his legs all the way to his toes.
Sunita lovingly brought her other hand to the cock and changed hands how as her other hand needed rest. She remembered Deepa's narration of how long her dad could fuck and also the incident of the morning that she had witnessed. Her right hand now took charge while with the left hand she caressed the underside of his penis. Pre-cum oozed over her fingers as the elderly man started to juice up. She opened her fist to take in the fluid and use it to lubricate and continue the stroking. The wetness drove Shom crazy, he hissed, his face contorted in ecstasy as his daughter's friend, this sexy young woman, pleasured him beyond his imagination.
His hands stretched and he surprised Sunita by slipping it under her kameez, a task made easy by the fact that she was leaning and the top was easily accessible. She gasped as she felt the fingers of his large rough hand touch her torso just below her breast. The old man felt her breast through the lacy fabric of the bra. It was just a cup bra covering half her breast and he quickly folded down the lace edge to feel her nipple.
She shuddered, her hands gripping the cock harder. She needed this to end soon, before Deepa walked in. She couldn't stop Shom Uncle from touching her after having made the first moves. Shom's body was wracked with pleasure which was enhanced from the softness of her breast which he was now caressing furiously. Shom was half sitting up from his previously reclining position in that chair. Her thumb moved over the head again and again. As he shuddered her mind quickly drew a map of his cockhead and zoomed in on the most sensitive zone. She leaned forward and quickly focused on stroking him hard and furiously on that side of his cock, making sure her thumb ran over the head as she stroked downward.
Her head was leaning forward over him. Her kameez (top) gave him enough of a view of her soft breasts now jiggling with the effort of her stroking his cock. His hand changed orientation and he put his palm on her stomach his fingers pointing downward. She gasped. She stopped stroking him for a moment to control herself. Her head thrown back. His fingers slid into the top of her salwar and past her panty. He stroked her hair down there, the furry patch and he felt heat and dampness as his fingers discovered her pussy. He just covered the whole pussy palming her and letting his fingers caress rather than invade. Yes, his world was centered around the waves of pleasure emanating from within him as her silken fingers firmly yet gently moved up and down his pulsating cock. But he was not able to shrug off the thought of what he was feeling with his daughter's friend. The smallness of her fist somehow adding to the thought that she was in every way smaller than him, younger. a different generation. And that prevented him from letting his fingers push apart the fingers that were so clearly soaked and aching for satiation.
She shuddered and her hands moved over his cock faster. Her hair fell forward, making for a gentle screen between his lust laden gaze and her head, just over his cock. He had no way of knowing how close she was with her luscious lips to the head of his cock. His hand rested on her head as he gently and suggestively pressed her to lower her head.
She resisted taking him in her mouth though a drop of saliva from her somehow wet mouth dripped on to the cock in her fist. She sucked in her breath and continued to hand fuck him faster and more furiously.
Uncle Shom groaned loudly and closed his eyes. His legs were stretched as far as they would go and his toes were extended. His hips started to jerk and thrust violently. But what took him over the cliff was her hand which she brought up to his chest and started stroking the hair softly. Her hands were on him everywhere. He felt the cum surging up from his insides, boiling to the surface with an intensity. His knuckles went white as he gripped the arm rests.
Sunita watched in fascination as the man under her hands twisted, turned and thrust himself. She could not close her wet open lips around his cock. Yet, something in her wouldn't allow her to move back either. She remained, tantalizingly close, her lips mimicking the act of taking him in and her mind reminding her of who she was with. Uncle Shom.
Uncle Shom screamed as he shook, "Sunitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Beti, yes! Yes! Faster, faster, yes there. Oh how do you know my body, how do you know what I want. Take me there, yes, now! Oh its been so long...."
Both Shom and Sunita froze when they heard Deepa at the foot of the stairs.
"What's going on up there? Papa? Sunita?" she called out. Sunita opened her mouth to reply and found her throat choked. She cleared her throat even as with both hands alternating she made a wet sheath of rippling fingers that fucked his cock. "I am here, just helping Uncle with some clearing up," she called out.
"But there were some noises I thought?" asked Deepa.
"Oh yes!" answered Sunita as her hands slid down the cock. "He is," she continued, sliding her hands up, "instructing me." Her hands now stayed around the head and she rapidly jiggled the cockhead between her network of fingers. "Telling me what to put where."
"I will send her down now, beta" called out Shom to his daughter. His hands clutched at Sunita's back, her breast, trying to pull her closer. He was roughly trying to probe her but proving inefficient in the heat of the moment.
She pulled the skin back and allowed the head to swell, surge and jut out angry, proud, provoked – whichever. And then one slide all the way up and back again. And then again. And again. And when she slid her hand down, this time a long thick rope of cum jetted out. It leapt towards her face and fell back uselessly onto his garment, flowing over her hand. Then again came a huge surge and another dollop of his cum. Then some shorter spurts as she urged him to empty himself.
"Oh! Yes uncle. Cum. Cum as much as you want. I am here to help you release!" she whispered.
Copious amounts of fluid, now not in jerking and shooting surges, but in an overflowing abundance flowed over her fist, covering her hands. She held him. Her hand now replaced the stroking up and down with a tightening and loosening- A squeezing effect, milking him as it were.
She allowed the jerks and spasms to reduce to a pulsating, now shrinking pillar of flesh. Shom groaned loudly as he felt the pleasure waves recede and a deep sense of relaxation wash over him. His legs once taut and stretched out, now slumped and his heels came to rest on the floor. He hugged the girl to him even as she wiped her messed up fingers on his dhoti cloth. She opened her fist and palmed the tender sensitive flesh of his penis and sent him into ripples of pleasure.
She hugged him. She was happy. The strength of his orgasm was intense and fulfilling. She was glad that she found a way through to a need which Uncle would not have been able to speak of to anyone. And even as she justified what had just happened to herself thus, she could not ignore the illicit lust that the strong flow of fluids between her legs indicated. She rubbed her thighs together and shivered, thinking of how she would now need to relieve herself. How she would face her friend again? And would she ever be able to come up confidently, to just serve tea?
"Let's go shopping!" said Deepa. The dull gloom of her mothers recent passing away was slowly lifting from the Ganguly household and Deepa had a lot to thank Sunita for that. Her dear friend had come over and spent a few days and that had helped everyone overcome their grief. Especially for father, thought Deepa.
She had no way of knowing that just the previous day Sunita had found Shom Uncle lounging in his easy chair sporting a large erection and Sunita had taken care of it for him, fisting him till he came uncontrollably. The sheer size of that erection had startled her, and earlier that day when she had chanced upon Uncle masturbating, it had surprised her that he still had such strong sexual urges. The encounter of the previous afternoon was a mix of lust and sympathy. Sympathy to see him lonely, having known that he had been wild with lust when came to his sexual activity with his wife. And lust to see that cock, his firm sinewy body which compared very favorably to her own husbands cock. Or libido.
"Yes, lets go shopping," replied Sunita. "Don't we need to say bye to Shom Uncle first?"
"Well, I already have done that. You can go see him and say bye if you want to as well," said Deepa.
Sunita looked up the stairs and wondered about the strong elderly man up there. She took a few tentative steps wondering how she would face him today after that intense encounter of the previous day. By the time she had climbed four steps she could feel the juicing up in her pussy. She lifted her saree as she climbed the stairs to avoid tripping as she climbed up the stairs.
There he was, on his easy chair. Lying back with the morning paper across his chest. Her eyes darted to his dhoti, to see a part of his leg through the parting of the cloth. She cleared her throat, "Uncle?" She looked at him with her head slanting to one side, her eyes sparkling at the thought of the mischievious and harmless time they had had together the previous day.
Shom looked at her and felt his cock twitch. She was incredibly sexy looking in that saree. His eye wandered over her. Her shoulder length hair, the soft saree hugging her curves. The bare torso where the blouse ended. A navel and soft tummy that he would surely enjoy feeling with his face. And the curve of that hip...............
The erection was complete and dramatically tenting his dhoti. Shom felt no shame and did not attempt to conceal his inflamed desire. Far from it, he felt proud and was happy that he had Sunita here with him. Yes, his daughters friend. That thought did fleetingly cross his mind. But that thought also added to the intensity of his feelings. He wanted to hold her. Her ass and pull her down on him. And have this little girl who had seen over the years play with him.
His hand reached out and he caught Sunita's hand and pulled her near. She gasped and let her hand bag slip to the floor. She hunched over him. Her hair fell forward and covered them both. She looked down into his eyes and said, "uncle, what are you doing?"
Uncle Shom reached out with his other hand and claimed her bare torso. Sunita shuddered with a sharp intake of her breath. "Uncle, whatever I did yesterday was to help you with a much needed release. Let it stop with that."
Uncle Shom responded with a squeeze of her tummy lightly. His thumb went lower and slipped under the garment, at where the saree was tied and the petticoat cord ran.
"Uncle." Sunita placed a hand on his shoulder. Now standing beside his chair but hunched over him. Shom brought his other hand to her torso and now held her in both his hands. The other thumb ran over her breast and through the blouse and bra she felt his thumb find her nipple. She shuddered. "Uncle, don't touch me. I will help you with your....." She could not bring herself to say the word to a man she had grown up and viewed as almost father. Her body sagged as she let herself fall forward, closer to him now than ever before. Her lips brushed the top of his head.
"With my what?", he asked. His hand moved up and claimed ber breast totally. His other hand went to her ass and he squeezed.
"With whatever you want," she whispered as she kissed his temple and his forehead. Now leaning more than ever before the top of her low-cut blouse hung and Shom could see her small breasts cupped in the bra. He felt his throat dry up as he imagined the nipple which he had just felt with his thumb.
His hand which was one her back, now slowly pulled up the garment. Quickly the hem came up and her leg was bare to his hand. He touched her skin. It felt soft and inviting. He gasped as his cock twitched and shuddered. He stretched out his legs to relieve himself.
"Uncle, no! You don't touch me. Not there, not anywhere," she said pleadingly. "I will do what I did to you yesterday afternoon," she whimpered. Her hand slipped inside his kurta and she fingered his chest and played with his nipple.
"Which was what?" he pushed on. He knew what was holding her back. And he was determined to bring out the slut in this girl he had known all her life.
She reached back and gasped loudly as she felt the outline of his cock with her small hand. Even though she had seen and played with it, stroked it, held it yesterday, she could not help feeling surprise and shock at the size of his cock. "This!" she said.
"What is that?" he asked, as his hand slipped further up and his fingers slipped under her panties.
She shifted her legs apart so his hand could find her pussy. "Uncle, I will hold you and stroke you. But you must not touch me! You cannot feel me," she pleaded. The heat and moistness were apparent to Shom even though he had not reached anywhere near her cunt yet.
"Why not?" he asked. His palm was now on her pussy and he cupped her mound. She moaned as she spread her legs further.
"Because we have no time," she gasped.
"So it doesn't matter that you are my daughters friend? That is not the reason? And given time you are happy to let me touch you, arouse you, fuck you?" he asked breathless as her fingers lightly toyed with his leaping jerking member.
"Oh, Uncle!" she shuddered as she heard the f-word. She buried her head in his neck.
Shom lifted her saree completely and peeled off the top edge of the panties. "What are you doing?" she asked in horror. "Deepa is just getting organized downstairs and is waiting for me for us to go out shopping."
She quickly peeled it lower and kicked off her panties. Her hand rushed back to grip his cock, for the first time today. She slid her hand up and down that master specimen of the male organ. Shom pulled her leg and tried to lift her. She lifted her leg and put it across him to the other side of the chair.
She sat on his thighs. His cock in front of her. The saree now falling back but not onto the cock because that was the way she wanted it. Her pussy ground on the flesh of his legs, releasing fluid. Her hands came to his cock. She was mad with lust but did not want his cock in her pussy and somehow wanted to leave the sanctity of their relationship as "Uncle Shom" and "Sunita Beti" untouched.
With both hands she held his cock and her fingers played on the member, flitting and stroking lightly. The cock leaped and jumped and the wetness flowed down and pooled into her hand. Shom held her shoulders and stroked her delicate neck. "Say it!" he commanded her.
"What?" she asked as her hands flew up and down the cock. She needed to finish this. She didn't want Deepa discovering them like this.
"The name of what you are stroking."
"I," she grunted as she worked on the cock, "am" harder strokes, "taking care" faster strokes, "of you!" she ended.
His hand slid up her thigh. "Liar. Not me. But my cock!"
"Oh Uncle" she moaned as she rocked back and forth. Rubbing her wide open pussy all over his legs and pumping hard as she ever could.
Shom raised his knees forcing Sunita to slide forward. She panicked and her hands flew to his shoulders to prevent her from falling. "Uncle no!" she protested. His hands lifter her saree up enough. She slid forward. Her pussy came to rest against the broad trunk of his cock, sandwiched between them. Her face was close to his. She stared into his eyes. And he looked deep into her eyes.
The prickliness of her pubic hair against his cock and the open wetness was maddening for him. The broad weapon of a cock was pulsing against her pussy driving her wild. His hands slipped under her ass and he raised her slightly. The head of his cock prodded at the top of her cunt. She shuddered and wailed, "Unclllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllle! Not your cock in my cunt. Not your cock. No! No! No! No."
It was broad, hot and smeared with his juices and hers. It slid up all the way and nestled at the mouth of her womb. She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, struggling to move her pussy off his cock and stall the maddening pleasure. He held her hips and ass and pulled her down. She grunted as she pushed upward. His hand slid between them and he slid fingers up her cunt. She gasped and thrust herself on the fingers. He led her to his cock at which point she pushed away. Shom's thumb stroked her clit and was rewarded with a surge of juice flowing down from her surging cunt.
He thrust his hips upward attacking, stabbing at her cunt. She held back and reached between to masturbate him. He fucked her cunt hard and one hand pinched and twisted her nipples. Sunita felt lust surging through her body. She looked down and saw the cock hard and prone. Ready to pleasure her. She gave up the fight. Holding the cock she lowered herself on to the waiting cockhead.
"Give me that cock!" she hissed as she levered herself up on his shoulders. Her saree tented and covered both of them completely. She hoped she would be able to just rise off his and join Deepa without too much time to re-dress. Her legs were on the floor. She was splayed open on top of him. She straightened and bent her knees, her cunt rising and falling on the cock. She bounced on him. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that cock! That's what you wanted no, Uncle" she gritted her teeth to control her wild pleasure at the way his cock was reaming her.
She opened out the pallo of her saree so that her chest was accessible to him. Her hands went around his head as she pulled his face to her bosom and she fucked him, riding him mercilessly. The sense of pleasure was further fuelled by the illicitness of what was happening between and the danger Deepa walking in on them. And she needed to finish this.
"Oh my god! Uncle, how I want you! I wish you had listened to me. We should have taken longer time to do this. We don't have time to go on and on and I don't want this to end!" she said. She changed angles. Sometimes taking his cock in deep. Sometimes from an angle towards her front. When she felt his shudder more she held on to that pose, hoping to make him come quick.
Shom moved his hips a bit to bring the head of his cock to run along the top of Sunita's cunt. Her clit had to be there.
Sunita was moving rapidly and was unprepared for the sudden grazing of her clit by his thick cock. She shuddered and spasmed and pulled him closer to her breasts. Shom nuzzled her breasts through the clothes. Sunita let out low screams as the cock ravaged her clit sending her into uncontrollable spasms. She held his head tight and rode the cock taking all her pleasure.
"Uncle! You bad man! Taking my cunt like this! Do you remember me, I am Sunita, your daughters friend. Ui Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she screamed as orgasms ripped through her.
She threw her head back and thrust her body down on his cock taking her full pleasure. Shom shoved up the cloth of her blouse and bra and squeezed out her breast from under. He leaned forward to take her nipple.
"You shameless bastard!" she screamed as he pleasured her. "Take me! Make me cum! AM like your daughter but look at our lust and our bodies!"
She slowed down her riding, savoring every little vibration coursing through her. She had drenched him and his pubic hair. She leaned forward, her cunt twitching and slowing down. She readied to take back control of fucking him. She lifted herself up. Hunching over him. He had her blouse opened and her bra which had front hooks opened too so her breasts were now hanging in front of his face. He mashed his face against them, licking and lipping all over. She held her pussy over his cockhead. She knew from masturbating where he came from. In sharp rapid movements she fucked the head of his cock. She tried to concentrate, eyes closed, her mind on the open lips sliding over the raging head. Fuck him. Fuck him hard. Make him cum. Her mind was talking to her.
Shom started to wail. The softness of the young womans body. Her ministrations on his cock. The illicit pleasure. The succulent breasts. It was all proving too much.
"Beti!" he said pleadingly, softly as he felt pleasure coursing up his cock from deep inside him.
Sunita smiled kindly and opened her eyes to look down at him. She watched as he sucked and mauled her tits. The flicking of her nipple was making her clit throb. She thrust down harder and as she looked up she saw Deepa halfway up the stairs looking at them. Shom could not see her because he had his back to the stairway. And Sunita had no idea how long she had been standing there.
Her eyes met her friends eyes. She looked into Deepa's eyes deeply as she purposefully thrust down on Shoms jerking and throbbing cock.
"Yes, beti! I needed this. I needed this so badly!" he sobbed. She looked down at him and stroked his head as he pressed against her breasts. She looked back up at Deepa. He was hers. In that moment it was so evident.
Shom cupped her ass and lifted her and dropped her harder. Sunita cried out loud in pleasure. Now that Deepa was watching them there was no need for her to be quiet. She fucked back mercilessly, shouting and screaming.
"Yes, uncle fuck me! You needed your beti to fuck you! Take! Take my cunt. Plunder me with your cock. Oh yes, yes , yes, yes ,yes!" Each yes was and extra hard thrust fuck down.
"Shhhhh!" said Shom. His hand reached up to cover her mouth. His fingers slipped into her mouth. Her eyes were on Deepa. Deepa was watching transfixed as her dad fucked her friend in a most animal display of lust.
The cock swelled as the cum boiled up. Sunita laughed in delight. "Yes fill me!" she said to him. She just wanted Deepa to know that her father was about to unload his semen into her. She felt a thrill in describing what was happening for Deepa's benefit.
"Oh yes, I can feel your seed spurting. There! Oh its warm! Oh its spreading inside me! I am flooded!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh! Sunitaaaaaaaaaa! Beti! Beti! Beti!" he couldn't stop tenderly repeating the word daughter over and over again for that was how he had referred to her for years.
They jerked, spasmed. Shuddered. Held each other. Shom caressed and kissed her breasts. She rocked back and forth. Taking in several shots of cum and now gently milking and squeezing him dry. Her eyes never left Deepa's for a moment.
And somehow, in the exchanged glances, Sunita had told Deepa that her father needed this and she was doing it for Deepa. And Deepa had thanked Sunita for taking care of this need in the man.
They rested on each other. When the cock lost its muscle, Sunita rose off but the exit caused them both to shudder. Sunita leaned forward and kissed the elderly man for the first time deep and on his lips.
Combined juices ran down her legs which were spread out on either side of the chair as she was now standing.
"Oh god!" she moaned. Shom gently caressed her. She lifted her leg off. Holding her legs as closely clamped as she could she moved to the washroom to avoid the stream down her legs from messing up the floor.
She had all the time to clean up, now that Deepa had seen everything.
She shut the washroom door and leaned against wall. Sensations and waves were still coursing through her. She closed her eyes contentedly and recalled that pillar of flesh and the strong body.
Their cum was still running out of her. Her skin was still flushed. She was still quaking from the experience. But she was already missing that hard male. Somewhere she knew she had started something she couldn't stop.
Returning to Delhi
The flight circled Delhi as it was readying to land. Sunita looked down at the city spread out below. Somewhere down there was the house which she was going to, that of her friend Deepa. Sunita had got up at the crack of dawn to catch this flight so she could finish her work and return by end of day to home, husband and kids.
She yawned as she felt the tiredness from her early morning wake up. And she also felt a little dizzy at the thought of coming face to face with Shom Uncle, Deepa's father. Uncle, who had seen her grow up over the years, and who, in a moment of sympathy she had chosen to relieve of the sexual tension building up in his loins. She had masturbated him to help him with the release. The very next day the pleasuring session quickly changed into a mutual pleasuring with Uncle Shom using his years of experience and his overcharged libido to take his daughter's friend to new heights of pleasure.
Sunita felt the tingle in her body as she fought with the confusing feelings rushing through her. On the one hand was the amazingly powerful sexuality of that man. His penis was broad like a blunt club. His hands were strong and his body was sinewy. The lack of sag belied his age. All those memories of her small hand holding the largeness, of his largeness plundering open her cunt as she slid down on him, of her futile resistance giving way to wild abandon; all those memories made her rub her thighs together. Her hand wandered lazily to her crotch as she gave it a casual rub.
On the other hand was the illicitness of it all. She had known him to be sexually active and had found him masturbating. The sympathy for his loneliness over auntie's death had led to an unexpected unleashing of sexuality. But he was her friend's father, who had seen her grow over the years. And she was married with two children. He was not supposed to display such lust and she was not supposed to look at a father figure in a sexual way. He was supposed to past that age of acceptable sexual activity and she was, for heaven's sake, married.
And then there was Deepa. Her dear friend Deepa. Who had chanced upon the young woman and the elderly man while Sunita was riding his rampant erection. She had seen the animal coupling, and she had taken note of her father's need and fulfillment from that encounter and of Sunita's eyes which told Deepa she was doing this for Deepa. Deepa had chosen to remain quiet and Sunita took that to mean that it was okay, given the circumstances.
Her body raged with lust at the thought of Uncle's animal vigor in fucking her. She dozed off to sleep, allowing her juices to flow at the thought of how her ass had thumped on his thighs as she rode him to their mutual ecstasy.....
At home
Sunita spent the first hour or so of her arrival with Deepa downstairs in the house. Uncle Shom had his room and living space upstairs and he had not come down. While Sunita was getting washed up and changed, Deepa had gone up and served her father his tea which he usually took while relaxing on his lounging chair in the upstairs hall.
"So how is baba?" asked Sunita.
"Oh, he is coping well. Your presence last time around this house helped us overcome a lot of things," replied Deepa, not making any direct reference to the sight she had encountered. She had heard her father sobbing with relief to Sunita as Sunita milked him dry and allowed him to feed on her breasts.
The gardener walked in just then, "Memsaab, come and look at the pots I have prepared."
Deepa got up and gestured up the stairs, "Go look him up. I am sure he will be comforted to see you," she said as she walked away, leaving Sunita to wonder on how far that remark was meant to go.
Sunita looked up the stairs. She felt warmth spreading through her breasts as she thought of the manly Uncle Shom waiting up there. Deepa's remarks and gesture of walking out into the gardens suggested that all this was perfectly acceptable to her. There was innuendo, suggestion, sanction, complicity and gratitude, all at once in Deepa's gesture and words.
And up those stairs was the man whose grip on her buttocks the last time, whose probing up and deep into her womb, and god knows what else in the art of seduction awaited her. Who had seduced whom? She wondered. Surely she had made the first move, but it was he who took as far as it went. Her mind raced over the period she had been with her husband between these two trips. Her body had ached for the hard hands gripping her buttocks and shoulder. She had longed for her nipples to be suckled while being fucked. She remembered with longing the strong thighs on which she sat between bouts of frenzied fucking. The insipidness of her encounters with her unskilled husband stood in stark contrast to the wetness just thinking of this man brought upon her.
And as she climbed the stairs any doubts or conflicts between lust and illegitimacy vanished. As usual, he had his back to the stairs and she tip-toed up to him and covered his eyes with her hands and asked him to guess who it was.
Shom Uncle felt the hands and could immediately make out they belonged to a woman. Sunita shivered as she felt his touch. He held her hand and pulled her around to where he could see who it was. The smile on his face softened when he saw it was Sunita, and a spasm of sadness appeared to register on his face.
"Oh Sunita Beti? Tum? Kab ayi?," he asked. (Oh Sunita Beti (for daughter). You? When did you come?
"Mai to thodi der se yahin hoon, bas aap mujhe dekhne nahi aye!" replied Sunita complainingly. (I have been here awhile, it is you who didn't come to see me).
"After last time I have been wondering how to face you at all," he whispered.
Sunita moved the empty tea cup from the side table next to his lounging chair and sat down on the table next to him.
"Kyon?" she asked him with a sparkle in her eyes. (Why?) "Whatever happened was with the consent of both of us, no?" she asked. "And it was I who started it and you know why. You were just too lonely."
"That was true of the first day. But what happened on the second day and the way I forced myself upon you was inexcusable," said Shom Uncle. "At least, you had only touched me and we were more or less clothed and it happened in the heat of the moment. The next morning was very deliberate and you even asked me not to go so far. I should have behaved with you the way Shom Uncle should have behaved with his Sunita Beti," he finished sadly, putting his hand over his face.
"Oh, uncle!" sighed Sunita as she took his hand and kissed it and held it to her face. She was staring at the floor wondering if the visions of being possessed by the beast in Uncle Shom were going to evaporate. As she lavished attention on the hand and caressed the arm she could not help turning a bit and looking down his body to his dhoti. And there it was, evidence of her effect on him. His cock had unfurled and was twitching and rising by the second in response to her contact. She turned and looked up at Uncle Shom smiling with kind eyes and with a sparkle. She was somewhere between feelings for his predicament and her own need, which stood unleashed by their previous sexual encounter.
Shom stared back at Sunita. This girl who grew up before his eyes was now a full-blooded woman and had found him a new outlet for his sexual energy. He could not come to terms with that. Sunita stared back at him, her eyes boring deep into him and her hands wandered down his chest, to his firm stomach and on below. She encountered the wisps of hair on his abdomen and tugged at them idly and slipped under his dhoti to try find his cock.
Her hand closed around the pillar of hard throbbing flesh. She smiled a sweet smile as if to say to him that it was okay, she was there to take care of him. She stayed sitting on the stool and turned her head to look down at him and see her own hand sliding up and down the cock. She enjoyed that sight of her small hand, his thick cock and the slow flow of precum coating her fingers as she stroked him. "Perhaps," she thought to herself, "I will stay with this satisfaction if he is not comfortable with more."
She was brought out of her mesmerized stated by the sound of a stifled sob. She was startled and looked up and saw Shom Uncle with his head thrown back and tears were running down his cheeks.
"Uncle!" Sunita cried out. She stood up and held his head in her bosom. She kissed him on the top of his head, on his forehead and slowly slid down to sit on him. She rocked him to and fro, "Sssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she soothed him. Sobs wracked Shom Uncle's body. Sunita pressed her breasts to his face, rubbing them against his nose and his lips, wanting him to take the bait, to lip her, to suck at her, to want her.
He moaned and sobbed, wiping his tears on her blouse.
"What is the matter?" she asked soothingly.
"I need you and its wrong!" he wept.
"Nothing is wrong!" she chided him. "We need each other."
"Is this wrong?" she asked him, her hand returning to his cock and she gripped it hard.
"Does this feel wrong?" she asked, sliding her hand up and down over the silky smooth skin. He shook his head to say no.
"Then – how – can – this – be – wrong?" she asked, with each word, working her fist down the shaft.
His hands came around her back and he pulled her shoulder to raise her off himself. "You are my daughter's friend, like my daughter."
She tightened her grip on his cock as she fist-fucked him. "I am a woman who desires a man," she replied.
He twisted his hips to get away from her but her hand would not let go. The movements he made only served to send more waves of pleasure through him as her hand changed its orientation.
He brought his leg up and placed it on her thigh and pushed back. His dhoti fell back and as he did this and the lower part of him was fully exposed to her. She maintained her grip, following the cock through the twists and turns of his body. She pumped his cock in each position his body took following him. Suddenly they overbalanced and he fell back on the floor, she on top of him.
He pushed himself away from her on the floor too. She was kneeling and crawled in his direction never allowing him to escape her pumping fist. He backed up into the wall below the window and he could move away no more. He was lying on the floor his dhoti in disarray and his huntress was prone over him, his cock in her unrelenting fist.
He gasped and shuddered as the different positions made her hand sometimes stroke him from below, sometimes from top and sometimes so hard that it bordered on pain.
She fucked his cock with her fist now hard, since he was against the wall. His hands gripped her wrist trying to stop her. She was determined to overcome his resistance. She moved over him, her torso on top of his face and chest, her head towards his legs. She placed one hand on the floor next to his hips for support and leaning over his thus, she continued her fucking of his cock with her fist.
Her knees gently pinned down his strong arms and her entire weight was on them to prevent them from reaching for her again.
Shom's cock was pulsating wildly. Juices had flowed and Sunita had used them as lubricant to keep the pumping going at a furious pace. He was conscious of her being tantalizingly poised. Just above his face was her soft tummy and the breasts above that. Her mangalsutra, the symbol of her marriage which he had attended, swung from her neck as she rocked to the rhythm of her fist.
His hands reached for her thighs to see if he could dislodge her, but the tautly stretched leg muscles ended up seducing his hands. Through her saree he caressed the woman's strong thighs. He reached up to grab her ass and try pull her down, but his fingers detected the edge of her panties. There was no way he could stop her or do anything with her.
She was doing all the doing.
Her hand on which she was leaning ached and she switched hands. She put her hand now on the window sill above them for support. She pressed her hips forward and her crotch pressed against the top of his head providing her some relief.
She ground herself down as much as she could and continued with the frenzied pumping of his cock. Her thumb swept over the glans causing him to shudder incessantly. Her lower lip, the symbol of her unbridled lust, was hanging open and wet. Saliva was pooling in mouth which was poised over his cockhead, threatening to drip onto the fist and cock below.
Suddenly Shom found a new way to resist this assault. He raised his knees and tried to close his leg. "Beti!" he called out, his voice muffled by the grinding pussy on his face. "Enough! Let's not make this worse."
At that moment Sunita knew in a flash as to what would make him surrender. She did something she had never done to a man, not even her own husband. She lowered her head and the wet open mouth took in the large wet bulb of his cockhead.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" hissed Shom. Sunita gripped the window sill even harder to help pull her self up so she could descend on his cock with her mouth. The warm wet mouth mimicked the effect of a cunt but with the added pleasure of her tongue which rotated the cock around. Shom gave up as the moist warmth took control of his being and pleasure was the only thing he could register. The woman in the girl he knew had conquered the man in the Uncle he was supposed to be to her. His hips starting to fuck her face as he gave in to the oldest of desires.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" replied Sunita, her hips now totally resting on Shom's face. He opened his mouth and kissed through her saree, petticoat, panties, fumbling to gain access and desperate to feel flesh with hands or mouth. His hands rapidly moved to the waist where her saree was tied. He felt her stomach and tried to pull the garment off.
Sunita's mouth was a cunt now. It fucked his cock with the devotion needed to make it cum. Her hand stroked the thickness and fondled the balls.
"Beteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" howled Shom. Deepa heard the noise and looked up and saw a hand at the sill. Gripping the woodwork once, then pressed against the side of the window. Something was happening there she thought.
It was Sunita's hand though Deepa did not know that. Sunita was propping herself up to allow her hand more space to regain its predominant fucking position. Shom's hands were desperate for skin and he grabbed at Sunita's breasts, trying to maul them through the cloth of the blouse.
Sunita's head bobbed up and down. As her fist went down to his abdomen, the mouth covered the bulb. And as the fist came up she moved her head back. And so it was when she moved the fist down that Shom felt the surge of cum. Her mouth covered his bulb just as he shot a load of his cum.
"Sunitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Take, take take! This is what you wanted to see your Shom Uncle do, no?" slobbered Shom as his hips thrashed about.
Sunita choked on the cum and pulled her head back rapidly. This was beyond her own expectation and preparedness. Her hand milked him and he shot more streams which her hair caught. She continued to pump and empty her Shom Uncle who just kept muttering over and over again, beti, beti, beti... as his balls emptied in several jerks that kept getting shorter.
The penis started to recede and Sunita found it hard to keep grip on the flesh, but she was hardly ready to relinquish control. She covered the shrinking jut of flesh with her mouth and nibbled at the penis. It continued to jerk and twitch and release fluid into her. She allowed it to flow out of her mouth, pooling under Shom. Her hands roamed up to his legs, she gripped his ankles, felt his toes and pulled at them, making him tingle to his very extremities.
And suddenly Sunita felt drowsiness wash over her. Tired from the flight and from the wrestling just now she slumped to the floor next to Shom Uncle, all ready to sleep. Her one leg was around his head and her head was resting on his thigh. She gently rubbed his torso and felt the hair on his thigh against her soft cheek. Within minutes the couple were snoring gently, exhausted and satiated. He from the sweet to surrender and the subsequent release. She from having healed his sense of hurt and taken him to his release.
Waking up
It cannot be said who woke up first. And who started what happened next. It seemed to them like they had slept for hours but it was probably no more than ten or so intensely deep minutes.
What both of them did realize was that each had the attention of the other. Sunita felt hands tug at her saree tucked into her petticoat. A cool waft caressed her lower body. Clearly her saree was also being pulled up to expose her lower body. She herself felt the rough hair on Uncle Shom's legs as she carelessly stroked his body.
"Uncle? Utthen kya?" she asked. (Uncle, shall we get up).
He responded with a long lick on her now exposed thigh, leading up to her crotch, which was still covered in her panties. His hands stroked her from outside of the panties and felt the intense warmth and the dampness that lay within. His hands stole up her leg to the top of the panty and tried to pull down the fabric. He wanted her, open to his lips, the way he had been open to hers.
She stroked his legs. They were bare. A part of his dhoti was under him but the rest was spread across the floor and she was partly lying on it.
They were lying next to each other, each person's head pointing towards the other's foot, side-by-side. Shom raised his upper leg, allowing Sunita all the space she needed to manipulate his cock and balls. Sunita caressed the sac and felt and weighed his cock. She rubbed her face against his legs as she felt her heat soaring. She needed release. She felt his hands tugging and pulling at her panties, her petticoat and her saree. She lay on her back and with one swift tug the saree was released. She bunched her petticoat around her hips and pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. She then turned back towards him.
Shom had watched the lewdness of her act and felt his loins stirring again. When she raised her hips he saw her buttocks. When she pulled her panties down he glimpsed the furry patch of regularly trimmed pubic hair. She raise her upper leg, stretching the panties tight. Shom peeled it downward and soon the panties were off one of the legs and resting around the ankle of the lower leg alone.
They were fully turned towards each other. Sunita took the still not full member in her mouth. She brought up enough saliva in her mouth to surround him with fluid and avoid tasting him so fully. She was so unsure of this. She had never done it before and in the darkness of the room where she and her husband made love there was hardly any occasion when she properly saw what his cock looked like. And here she was, on an early morning, sprawled on the floor of her friend's house, her mouth closed around her friend's father's cock. She pumped the jut of flesh in and out of her lips as she massaged the rapidly growing member. She took her mouth of his cock for a moment to shake her hair free and he couldn't bear it. In an instant his hand was at the back of her head pulling her down.
He kissed the inside of her thigh. Just as his tongue was tracing the line of her underbelly, he felt her mouth close on his cock and fuck it in and out of her mouth. He frantically grabbed at her pussy with his lips. His lips brushed the furry patch of hair and he nuzzled her, wanting her fluids to flow. He smelled the pungency of her cunt, followed by the aromas of her flowing juices. His hands, large and rough closed in on her buttocks gripping her and pulling her to his mouth and face.
Sunita gasped. She had rarely if ever been even kissed down there. Uncle Shom was licking her there! It felt wonderful, and she felt her hips move against his face. Shom used his tongue on her with a dexterity born of years. He remembered how his wife used to holler when he tongued her on the junction of her labial lips, where her clit was. He searched and the tip of his tongue rotated the nub of flesh at Sunita's cunt. She squirmed and squealed onto his cock, "mmmmmmmm!" When he start to lap at her pussy, she realized his tongue was more dexterous than anything she had ever had touching her. Including the same Uncle Shom's cock. No, this was not enough for her. She needed him to lave her pussy with his supple tongue-cock.
She lifted her upper leg to open her cunt wide as a chasm so he could get deeper into her. Her foot rested on the window side for support as she prepared to offer him extended access to her inner flesh. This made her somewhat lean over him. And her face now twisted his cock into the recesses of her mouth.
Shom's fingers pulled her asscheeks apart and his fingers caressed and teased the insides of her asscheeks bordering her anus. Just as she felt his fingers reach an invading position, she pulled her head off his cock and screamed, "No! Uncle, not there!"
Shom let his fingers move away for he desperately needed her back on his cock. It was now full and engorged. He put his leg around her head and fucked her face with a steady rhythm. The pleasure on his cock translated to action on her pussy through his lips. Likewise, the waves lashing her pussy caused her to pump his cock with her lips faster and harder.
Deepa in the meanwhile continued to potter around in the garden. From the time she spotted the clenched hands on the window sill she decided to stay out. She looked up towards that window and was startled to see a leg, clearly Sunita's stretched out and resting on the sill. The leg moved every now and then. Sometimes bent at the knee and at other times outstretched with toes pointing outward. She watched transfixed and wondered. Sunita seemed to be facing the window. Was her father behind Sunita in which case, where was he fucking her, and how? Or if her father was facing Sunita how had he got trapped between Sunita and the wall and what was Sunita's leg doing on the sill?
It was there, of course, to allow Shom to get as much of her cunt as he wanted. Sunita moved off his cock and allowed herself the luxury of smashing her wide open, wet pouch of flesh on his face. Her stomach heaved and that was the first sign of the earth shattering wave to emanate from her insides.
"Yes, Uncle!" she screamed. "Eat me! Eat me! Feed on me! Take me" she pleaded as her hips thrust against his lashing tongue.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle..........." she shook uncontrollably. Huge gushes of fluid surprised Shom but he continued to hang on to the bucking and thrashing woman. He was soaked in her and his kurta (shirt top) was stained in her juices. He pulled her buttocks closer to his face and soon his nose and his lips were buried deep between her cunt, her anus and the strip of flesh in between.
Loud slurping noises accompanied the orgasmic flow as Shom ran amok with his lips and tongue. He was enjoying the wild moments of this young woman and his only regret was his cock was throbbing and not receiving any attention. Sunita had gripped his legs and closed her eyes and given herself up to the nerve wracking pleasure coursing through her body.
"Uncle, your Sunita beti. Yes, take her. Yes, you have taught her many things – now pleasure. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she hollered as she allowed herself to go fully.
She collapsed on him and lay face down on the floor. Her body was trembling and she quivered as jelly would. His hands stroked her ass and her back and he admired the sexy woman. His cock was raging and he knew he could sink it in her.
Suddenly, he realized the incongruousness of their union, and of how this could affect him. He had barely overcome the intense sense of guilt from having consumed this girl sexually; his daughter's friend. And now here was again. Compromised! Because of this girl. This wanton slutty woman. He was overcome with an anger in which he felt he should blamer her.
He saw her face down prone body. Her hands were clutched under her chin at her chest. Her body was heaving from the exertions of her orgasm. She too lay there wondering about the acts of lust and lewdness they had performed on each other. The masturbation had a logic to it. The fucking was a logical expression of desire and even affection and as she and Uncle looked into each other's eyes. But this, burying their faces between each other's thighs? It was something she had seen only in the odd porn movie and had never done, nor had done to her any such sexual acts.
When she felt his hand at her hips, she thought he was asking her to get up. She raised herself on her elbows, her hips still resting on the ground and her ass jutting towards him. She felt his feet between her legs, and then she felt his knees on the ground; he was kneeling on the ground between her legs behind her. What happened next stunned her. Shom placed his hand on the small of her back and with the other hand guided his cock to caress the entire zone between her two buttocks.
Sunita, shuddered, gasped and twisted and turned towards to take support of the sill and stand up. This she was not going to allow. She was not going to take this illicit relationship to depravity in allowing her Uncle to fuck her in the ass or from behind like a bitch.
All she could manage was a stumble when Uncle Shom caught her at the window. She was leaning on the sill, bent forward trying to get up. He was on top of her, leaning forward, cupping her blouse-encased breasts.
"No, Uncle! If we are lovers there is a way to make love! I care for you, I want to tend to you, see you, love you. I am not a slut, don't treat me like a, like a whore!" she pleaded.
His hands went to the inside of her thighs and prised her apart. "How much I pleaded you to leave it be, that it was a mistake. But no, you insisted on awakening the beast in me. Now you must bear the brunt!" So saying, he thrust in this bludgeoning club of a penis forward.
Sunita tensed and waited. Her anus was open and she worried about lubrication and pain. Her cunt was dripping- torn between the excitement of animal ness and the depravity of the animal ness. Her hands were on the window sill and as she tried to move she felt his hands gripping her, holding her in place.
It was sheer relief for her to feel the cock push past her cuntlips. It was relief to have her anus left alone. She leaned forward, her head down and her eyes closed as she felt the thickness course through her passage.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhh!" she went, as the cock sank in her fully. She opened her eyes and found herself looking out of the window. She was being fucked at the window. "Uncle!" she shouted. His cock pulled out and rammed back in. "Oh my god! Uncle stop!".
"Ah! Ah! Ah! This is no way to treat your beti" sobbed Sunita as she felt herself treated like a slut. Her buttocks tensed and she held herself steady to allow him access and to plunder her steady and regularly.
"And –was – that- the – right- way – for – you – to – fuck- your- Uncle- Shom?" he shouted back at her. Each word was one hard invasive thrust of his cock into her juicy flesh.
"I –ah! Am ready-Ah! To –oh-oh-oh-oh! Love, love, love, you –ooooooooooh! This –aha- this-hunhhh – this --- is de---ha depravity! Uncle! Uncle stop!" she shuddered.
"NO! No! No! No! No! If you have made a beast of me, you too are a bitch!" he grunted. Once again, each "no" was a pounding of her now quivering pussy.
"Ui ma! Yah! Yes! Hannh! Make me your slut! Ravage me!" whimpered Sunita, grinding her hips back at the plundering cock in an attempt to tame him.
The pleasure ripping through her body was indescribable. She had juices running down the inside of her thigh. And her body was tingling.
Suddenly, Uncle Shom's one hand slid up her back and into her blouse. The material stretched. The other hand went under and he caught the neckline of her blouse. In one swift motion, he ripped the blouse open, buttons popping, seams bursting and breasts now covered only by her bra.
"Hai, Uncle! Ye kya kar rahen hai aap! I am your Sunita beti, treat me like one!" she fucked back at him as her body pulsated under the assault.
"I only know the slut who awakened all sorts of wild desires in me" he hissed as he undid the bra clasp at the back. The bra now hung open. Her breasts hung with the cups just about covering her tits. They thrust and they jiggled as they moved to rhythm of Shom's fucking. And soon his hands covered them. The nipples were in his fingers, pinched and mauled mercilessly. He pulled at them and gripped the breasts as handles to fuck her.
"Aaaah! Uncle! You bastard! Taking me like a bitch!" she sobbed as she felt her body wracked by pleasure. He was everywhere at once, in her cunt, on her breasts, slapping her ass and fucking her like an animal.
Gone was the Shom Uncle for whom she had wanted release and to tenderly mother him out of his gloom. He was a ravaging beast. Large and animal. Fucking this small woman, young as his daughter with a lust half driven by revenge and half driven by his anger at his own self.
The bobbing head of the woman, the looming large man behind her that was her father, and the loud animal noises emanating from the first floor of her house were not lost on Deepa. She stood in the garden watching the silhouettes, in some cases more of the bodies showing, at sometimes less of it showing. The noises, and the screams and the grunts were unmistakable. It was sex of the most animal kind. What Deepa could not reconcile was the animal vigor this seemed to indicate. It was at variance to the tender release that Sunita seemed to have engineered in her father the last time around. She watched the fingers white with pressure as they gripped the window sill. She moved back to avoid being seen, especially by her father.
Shom was sweating, drops of it dripping on to Sunita's ass and adding to the pool of juices between them down her ass.
He paused in his stroking and fucking. And in that respite Sunita turned around leaning back against the wall next to the window. As the cock escaped from the cunt they both gasped. Sunita quickly caught his reddened and slick cock in her hand and she clenched her fist lightly, open and close to give him continued pleasure.
"Uncle, bas! Enough of this temper! Let me love and pleasure you the way you should be." whispered Sunita.
He reached out for her cunt with his fingers and stroked the soppy wet lips. "Yes beti! Yes!"
He opened his mouth and kissed her for the first time. His lips caressed her lips tasting on them himself and her. Just as she too tasted their combined juices on him. They slid to the floor.
Sunita lay back, her legs opened, knees bent, in the classical missionary position. Submitting herself to this man. Shom kneeled in front of her and lifted her body up, to the level where her cunt was splayed over his cock. He held her hips and thrust her onto his eager bobbing member. Sunita gasped as she felt the cock plumb her depths. Her shoulder blades were resting on the ground and the rest of her was hanging in air and she was impaled on his cock.
He moved his buttocks to piston in and out of her cunt. Sunita thrust back as hard as she could. She had to conquer Shom uncle before he tore her apart today. Her clothes were spread and tangled with his dhoti. Her blouse was torn and hanging back from her arms. Her bra was open. Her breasts were jiggling in rhythm with the thrusting. And her cunt was pulsating with a rhythm all her own.
She reach for his arms and pulled herself up. Her hands went around his neck. Her legs folded around his back. Shom's hands cupped her buttocks as he supported her easily in his arms.
She looked into his eyes. Her eyes were radiating a new kind of love for this man. Affection, sympathy and lust had melted to yield a deep bond of love. She fucked him back, smiling. "Uncle. I love you! I love you taking me, owning me and making me yours!" she whispered. She moved closer to him snuggling around his neck and used the leverage to slide over his cock in rapid quick thrusts.
"Yes my love! I enjoy you for what you are! Thank you!" he replied.
Then there was silence. Just the fucking in rhythm. Him concentrating on her. And she making sure she was pounding onto his cock on the correct spots. The squelching sounds. The moans and the sighs. The sounds of kissing. Then the rising crescendo of oohs and aahs.
As Sunita held him to her and thrust her hips against him, she once again was looking over his shoulder towards the staircase. Once again, she saw Deepa there. Sunita and Shom were more naked than the last time. They were coupled more deeply than ever, Sunita spread and wrapped around Shom, and Shom buried and thrusting inside her. Deepa shook her head slowly in disbelief. Clearly, her father and her friend were beyond that basic act of sympathetic love which she had witnessed the last time.
Sunita smiled at Deepa and closed her eyes. She felt her orgasm rising and it felt like Shom was rising to cum too.
She threw her head back and laughed as she continued to receive and fuck back at Shom.
A deep guttural "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh" emanated from Shom as his cock swelled up to impossibly large proportions.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww yesssssssssssssssssssssss!" responded Sunita, a wide smile spreading across her face.
They held each other and shuddered deeply. Shom laid back Sunita and held her legs over his shoulder. He embedded himself as deeply as he could. Sunita gasped as she felt him deep in her womb, the head reared and warm jets of semen filling her. She bucked and rocked, taking in as much of it as she could. Deepa's eyes were transfixed on the tensed and rippling muscles of her father's back, from shoulder to buttocks. She noticed the spasms as he released into her friend.
And she noticed Sunita's ass thrusting against her father as she twisted, turned and gave vent to her orgasm.
"Sunita beti!" shuddered Shom as the last of his spasms emptied into Sunita.
"Yes, Uncle. My dear uncle!" whispered back Sunita. As he let her legs down, she let her heels beat a mild tattoo on his back all the way down, his buttocks and to the back of his thighs. Shom shuddered at each of those and was completely spent.
He lay on her and she hugged him tight.
She held his head in hands and looked into his eyes.
"Don't ever complicate this by thinking of what we were for all these years. We just need each other and we will simply take each other. Right?" she asked.
He stroked her face and pushed her hair back. He was breathless. His throat was constricted. All he could do was nod.
She patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle move! It is getting late for me."
She re-tied her saree, covering her torn blouse with the saree pallo and demurely stepped down the stairs to see if she could find a new set of clothes to wear for her days work.
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.
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.
"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!)
"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.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Deepa's understanding turned to disgust bordering on revulsion. She had initially accepted, even felt grateful about the manner in which her dearest friend Sunita had moved in on her father. Her father Shom (whom Sunita referred to as "Uncle Shom") had recently been widowed and Sunita had come to spend some time with the family which was so close to her.
Sunita had a lot of sympathy for Uncle Shom for she thought he must feel lonely. And then she had chanced upon Uncle Shom masturbating furiously and sobbing as he came in great convulsions. That orgasm seemed to bring more grief than relief. The younger woman felt impelled to provide some comfort to the father of her dear friend. She had comforted the older man, at first masturbating him, allowing him to cling to her and play with her while he spurted.
The next day the old man showed his animal side as the emotions retreated and the needs emerged. Sunita was an unwilling participant initially and then a delighted companion as she feasted on the thick, robust cock which would have put her own husband's cock to shame. From there is it was sexuality unleashed as Sunita hungered for the fullness and the raw stamina of the older Uncle Shom.
In those initial days after her mother's death Deepa rarely left her father alone for too long. As she came by to check on her father she saw the blissful union of Sunita and Shom. Both were murmuring endearments to each other as their bodies thrashed; at other times they were screaming for each other in lust. Deepa saw it all. There was relief that her father, who had grown withdrawn and depressed at his wife's death, seemed to find an emotional and physical anchor in Sunita. And Sunita was a dear, dear family friend. She could be assured of discretion. It was better to keep it within a closed circle.
Deepa did find her friend's sexual energy go beyond the initial comfort and sympathy. Despite their age difference the two unlikely lovers seemed to go at each other with animal gusto. Gradually, Deepa had evidence of raw lust at play as her father marauded slender Sunita. She had had glimpses of her father's member and gargantuan it was. She had no way of knowing how Sunita felt accommodating his girth -- except for the sound she made; but her friend was petite and small built; the odds were that Sunita was stretched to her limit. That is how it seemed when watching her thrash, wail and blabber in orgasm.
Sunita's visits were brief. In those short hours Uncle Shom and Sunita fucked with abandon. Deepa who was the reason for the proximity, became a formality that merely held up the main event. Deepa was anyhow in the know and Sunita knew that; whether the old man knew was unclear. If he did, he didn't seem to care. His lust for the hot young woman he had known from her early childhood overshadowed any caution he might have wanted to show.
But Sunita was a working mother and lived in another city. Her absences were long and Uncle Shom clearly longed for the physical intimacy. To compensate for the long absences, Deepa had on at least one occasion organized for Sunita and Shom to spend a long night of lust together. It had not quite worked out that way when Sunita's husband unexpectedly landed up as well. But that was the best Deepa could do.
And now for a long, long time, Sunita had been unable to snatch time away from work and home.
It was in this period that Deepa developed disgust at her father's unbridled sexual needs. In the wash basket she regularly found his dhoti (sarong- type white garment worn around the waist) smeared with large gobs of cum as he had masturbated into it. If the garment wasn't wet she had taken to examining it closely till she found the crusty, dry patch in the cloth where the cum had dried out. He seemed to masturbate at least twice a day; just before his bath in which case the dhoti was damp or the night before, in which case it had dried out.
It had also become impossible for her to just wander around the house without announcing her presence. The old man might be masturbating in an open place where anyone, including his daughter could walk in on him. While what he had been doing had become obvious, both father and daughter pretended nothing was out of place. On one occasion though, she burst upon him when he had just commenced cumming; he could not stop as his body was wracked with spasms; she exit the way she had entered avoiding eye contact with him the rest of the day.
She blamed Sunita for unleashing this animal in him. Perhaps, left alone, Shom would have come to terms with the changed circumstances and pushed sex out of his mind and turned to spiritual matters. Perhaps the availability of Sunita and Deepa's own acquiescence had unleashed something unmanageable. Deepa started to see the reason in the Indian way of things when as people aged they were gently guided to spiritual pursuits.
At the same time, she remembered how she had initially felt about Sunita sexually engaging her father. She had felt warm and grateful. She was relieved that someone was able to draw out her father. And what Sunita gave seemed to solve it for him; that was something Deepa could not have given, or even guessed.
But time had passed. What was needed back then was no longer needed now. And Deepa was fed up with having to be circumspect around the house with her father. Wild sexuality has a way of looking incredible in the cold light of a normal day. Deepa could not come to terms with all that happened and all that she allowed when she looked back.
Sunita's long absence allowed Deepa to close the curtains on that episode. Gradually she acted on her disgust and let it be known in subtle ways that she disapproved of the old man's behavior. She knew he still needed those violent masturbation sessions but she didn't take note of them or of the evidence.
Like all sexuality in Indian society, it was known but unstated; known but not sanctified by acknowledgement.
And then came Sunita's announcement that she would be visiting. Deepa went into a tizzy. Just when things were looking like they would fall into place and get under control, the temptress was arriving. She knew that the two would feed on each other in as depraved a manner as possible and as shamelessly as they needed to be.
She phoned Sunita to find out if she was coming with husband and her kids. That would force her to maintain a modicum of restraint which would help Deepa.
"So? You have decided to find time for us after a long time!" she moved towards her real agenda after the initial pleasantries in the conversation.
"Hanh," sighed Sunita with a long exhalation of air. "Its been long since I spent time with you guys. Doesn't look nice you know, we are so close and then suddenly long absences. Actually, this place is getting too much for me. Am majorly stressed out between work, home, kids and Karan's demands on me," she explained.
"You are coming with all of them aren't you?" asked Deepa, tense as she waited for the reply.
"Actually, no," replied her friend. Deepa's tension mounted.
"But why? Bring them! You know I enjoy playing with the kids," pushed Deepa.
"No I just need to be there on my own. I need to relax," said Sunita firmly.
Deepa could not guess what was in Sunita's mind. Was she really craving peace or was she looking for privacy?
"But I will look after the kids. You relax," suggested Deepa, hoping against hope her friend would take the bait.
"Come on. You know how the kids are," said Sunita. "Chal, see you on Friday," she said, underscoring an end to the conversation.
Before Deepa could say anything further Sunita had put the phone down. Deepa became thoughtful. She presumed -- and the past provided every justification for it -- that her friend was looking for private time with her father. You couldn't have called it a 'quiet' time she mused. It would be noisy if the past was any evidence. Huffing, puffing, moaning, groaning and sometimes endearments and call-outs bordering on the obscene.
Despite her new attitude to their sexuality she found herself juicing up at the thought of their sexual encounters. She allowed her mind to drift, envisioning the time she had come up the stairs and found Sunita astride her father. Their eyes had met. And then there was the occasion when Sunita was on the phone with her while fucking Uncle Shom. Deepa's hands wandered tenderly over her own body She teased herself as she imagined how the small-built Sunita might feel and take the large-built Shom. She pinched her own nipple and played with her pubis. It felt nice and warm and she briefly found herself wondering about her own father -- and then her upbringing pulled her back from the forbidden.
Not only was it forbidden for her, it was also forbidden for her to let Sunita fuck Shom like this.
"Lust is forbidden... Pleasure is forbidden!" she thought as she let her hand drift down to vale between her legs and the other hand reclaimed her heavy breast with a vengeance.
"You can't go for this!" her mind screamed as her hand pressed down on the Mons and thumb and forefinger searched out the long brown taut nipple.
"Nothing is allowed!" she hissed, grinding the base of her palm on her pubis, squeezing out a small sliver of pleasure as she imagined the rock hard pillar of flesh that Sunita had come to worship. She thought of it as an anonymous cock as that was all her mind would allow her to visualize. The grinding palm caused her to shudder as she took a small dip of pleasure.
Then steeling herself, she shook herself out of her warm, fuzzy reverie. She would have to do things to prevent an outbreak of lust in her house. This time she would have to redraw the lines. If she didn't, she felt, the time after Sunita's departure would be impossible. Shom would get back to masturbation. And as for her own self... she had no idea how to control the undercurrent of her own emerging sexual needs. Those screams of Sunita's told Deepa she was missing something. How long could she hold out? And what was her outlet? She preferred to shut out the wild, the outrageous and the forbidden.
In the few days that were there between now and Sunita's visit she rearranged the furniture in the living areas of the house so that there could be no partially hidden zones. She guessed Sunita and Shom would have some initial inhibitions and if no opportunity was provided the inhibitions would keep the unlikely couple in check. She got a carpenter to come and dismantle the door to her father's room.
When Shom asked his daughter the reason she lied to him that the doctor had advised that there should be access to his room at all times. It was completely unconvincing but Deepa didn't care. The door was removed and stowed away before her father could comprehend what was happening. She broke down the concept of privacy in his bedroom by adding a TV and a DVD player putting in some extra seating alongside his easy chair. "We'll watch some movies together," she explained and moved off before she was asked for any further justification.
She also cooked a variety of dishes and froze them to head off any chance that something might happen while she was in the kitchen cooking. She was determined not to leave them alone for any length of time. Deepa thought of all the situations which the younger woman- slutty younger woman- would be alone with the older man -- dirty old man.
It was when Deepa turned her attention to the guest room that Shom guessed what might be happening.
"Sunita beti: is she coming?" he asked. Deepa straightened up from laying out a new sheet on the bed. As she stretched out to her full length her breasts thrust forward. Quickly she dropped her shoulders. She had been imagining Sunita on that bed, with Shom pounding her into the mattress and the copious stains she had found on the sheets after Sunita left. Or of Sunita riding him. Deepa's nipples had stiffened, ready to burst and were jutting out and she was ever so conscious of that. She didn't want her father spotting that. Quickly she pulled her top to ensure the protuberances were not visible.
"Yes," she nodded to her father. Their eyes briefly met and Deepa thought she saw a glint.
"Is that what the changes are about?" asked Shom, unable to control the twitch in his groin. He angled himself at the doorway so that it would hide the obvious.
"There are certain standards by which Ma used to maintain this house. I am have to do my best to keep that going, no?" she said, busying herself in the room again. The reference to her mother, Shom's wife, was intended as an oblique reference. It conveyed many things. Deepa hoped it conveyed to her father that his fucking Sunita was no longer acceptable to her. She glanced over her shoulder but Shom was no longer standing there.
That night as she brought him his bed-time glass of milk, Deepa saw him lying on his easy chair, hand under his dhoti, caressing a large erection.
"Sunita!" he murmured as he stroked himself. It was entirely possible that the images in his mind were the same as those in Deepa's mind. His stroking varied from slow to quick rapid jabs. Then again, stroking caressing. Then a steady faster rhythm. Deepa watched transfixed as her father lifted his hips off the chair and thrust himself up. It was easy to imagine that thrust was to spear a hot, bubbling Sunita whose cunt was splayed open over his cock.
For now it was his clenched fist. Shom groaned in frustration as he opened his eyes and saw that there was no Sunita over him. In his mind he was seeing the breasts, smallish but alive, swinging in his face, there for his mouth to suckle and his hands to tease. Not as large as his daughter's he thought and then pushed that thought away. Why flirt with the forbidden when he had Sunita?
He fucked hard, unmindful of the creaking of his chair under his weight. Twisting, turning, and ramming his cock hard into his wet fist, Shom came, moaning the name of the woman who he hoped to fuck the very next day.
Deepa watched as the convulsions signaled the cumming. She watched his hand plunge down, allowing the cum to shoot onto the cloth that covered it. She watched his irregular rhythms with which he stroked as he came. These were lessons she needed to learn, she thought to herself. And she listened to the ache in his voice as he repeated her friend's name over and over.
Shom calmed down as the orgasm subsided. Deepa watched as the man let go of his cock and wiped his hand on the dhoti; amazingly, the cock was unabated in its erection. It could not be quenched by mere masturbation it seemed. The only one to tame her father was Sunita. And Deepa was not in a mood to let that happen.
If Shom was going to masturbate like a teenager, then that was how it going to be henceforth she said to herself.
No Sunita. Definitely not if the mere mention of her name was going to make her old man dirty all over again. Any sex between them would take the genie right out of the bottle.
Deepa braced herself for her new role as the moral police in her house. In this frame of mind she could not allow her own body to dictate to her a sexual release. Resisting all temptations to masturbate, she lay down to sleep. The challenges of the next day came up several times in her dream and she thought she orgasmed in her sleep. It was dream; a shameless dream. In which she and her friend fucked.
At first she saw Sunita lying back and Shom burying his face in her crotch. That was when Deepa in her sleep felt the flow in her pussy. Then abruptly it was she who was doing the fucking. There was a man but she did'nt see his face. Both she and Sunita took turns fucking him. It was when she was on top of him and he leaned forward and sank his teeth into her succulent tits that she felt her pussy squirt in her sleep.
The desperate Deepa tried to push all these thoughts and feelings out of her mind. She needed to keep both her father and her friend within acceptable social norms. Finally, it was sheer fatigue that led her to fall asleep.
It was the phone call that woke her up in the morning. It was Sunita. She was about to board the plane at the other end.
Deepa's challenging day began.
Deepa answered the door and there stood her friend Sunita. She felt the joy that she always felt. This time however, she also felt trepidation. She had a million apprehensions- all focused on the lust that boiled over every time her friend met her father. This time she had plans to thwart any build up.
Sunita greeted Deepa with a hug. It might have been Deepa's imagination but it seemed to linger a little more and there seemed a lot more body contact. Particularly she felt Sunita's smaller breasts press firmly against her own larger mammaries. And was that her nipple or her pendant pressing into her flesh?
Shom hovered not too far behind his daughter, eager to catch an early glimpse of the succulent woman who had taken him on as a lover, even if occasionally. Ever since he heard of her impending arrival his state of arousal was unabated and unrestrained. After having masturbated hard at bed time he had awoken in the night several times to check the clock. It was in the wee hours of the morning that once again he masturbated to relieve himself. And now there she was the object of his fantasies -in flesh.
Sunita pushed past her friend who seemed reluctant to let her go. She stood on the tip of her toes to come up to the height of the large, older man. He was just taller, wider, broader and sturdier than any man she had been close with and that was not lost on petite Sunita as she reached up. Holding his shoulders she kissed the air by his ear and said, "Namaste baba! How are you?"
She didn't wait for an answer as she headed for the divan to throw herself there in a relaxed pose and ask for a cup of her favourite brew. Shom was still standing there thinking of other times when she had held his shoulders in that exact same way to prop herself up, only to sink on his waiting cock prone underneath.
He was hard under his dhoti at full mast again -- this time with more flow than before. He struggled to hide this from his daughter who was alert as ever and focused on preventing any situation which could turn to sex between the two.
Deepa invited Sunita to join her in the kitchen as they made tea. She had some shopping plans lined up for the day. The two women made tea and chatted about a variety topics including how Uncle Shom was doing. Deepa provided the barest of facts and a generally positive view of her father's progress. In doing so she totally de-emphasised any needs on her father's part. No, he didn't miss Ma that much anymore. He slept well. And seemed to be physically and emotionally self contained now -- Deepa lied to her.
The day wore on well to Deepa's satisfaction and all that remained to manage was bed time. For this, she had an excellent plan. They would all watch a movie sitting in the newly reorganised room of Uncle Shom's whereby nothing could go wrong. The movie would go on long enough and everyone would fall asleep.
That was her plan. It started off well enough with Deepa wrapping up the dinner table and kitchen along with Sunita. Sunita helped with everything. While serving dinner though, her hand did touch Shom's arm and each noted the other in subtle ways. The arm was firm and strong as ever reminiscent of their ability to wrap her in. She felt soft and inviting, reminding him of the way she melted around him.
Deepa led the way up the stairs to the room for the movie viewing. She had picked the movie; a 'safe' title which did not have any potential for titillation. That was a bit difficult because most Indian movies did have something raunchy either by way of dances or skimpily attired heroines. And then there were the new genre of movies featuring crimes of passion in which some searing hot lovemaking scenes were shown. Since nudity and outright sex were generally avoided in Indian cinema the outcome was in some cases far more sensuous; in other cases wildly suggestive. Deepa picked a careful title a family comedy drama.
When Sunita was sure that Deepa was unlikely to spot them, she hugged Uncle Shom's arm, the first sign of intimacy she was able to show since the morning. It caught Shom by surprise as he had given up a bit on any kind of closeness. His daughter seemed to be everywhere and Sunita did not appear to making things happen.
When they entered the room the seating plan was not lost on Sunita. Uncle Shom's easy chair was to one side. There were a couple of relaxing sofas for her and Deepa. But they were aligned differently from the easy chair. When Uncle Shom would recline, he would be somewhat behind the sofas -- not in line. That would separate him from the women and it would be as if they were in a separate space.
The physical spacing and alignment of the furniture was perfectly planned. For either Sunita or Shom to do something they would have to be blatant rather than subtle. That requirement had kept both of them in check and Deepa had no reason to believe it would not be the same in the evening. It had been the opposite on previous trips: Deepa's arrangements had made it possible for Sunita and Shom to be subtle in finding privacy. In that subtlety and privacy, Deepa had placed her bet on both finding opportunity to be free with each other: for that was her intention then -- that Sunita should comfort her grieving father in every possible way.
Suddenly, Deepa felt in control. She had managed to make their chemistry happen when she wanted. She seemed now to able to inhibit their passions when she wanted it that way.
That sense of control dissipated a little when the movie came on. The DVD store had made a mistake it appeared. The cover was something else; the movie inside was something else titled "Nishabd". As the scenes moved on Deepa relaxed a bit. The actors were Amitabh Bachchan an actor in his 60s and had other senior artistes. It seemed like an art movie with a typical family setting. It was slower than the fast-paced comedy she had hoped for. Just as she felt sleep come over her she was jolted awake by the scene on the TV.
A young girl who was visiting the elderly couple was playing with a water hose in the lawn and she was drenched. Amitabh, the older man in the movie found the girl -- his daughter's friend a good subject to photograph. As he snapped shots he found himself admiring the peppy, young girl and admiring her taut body.
"Uh-oh. This was not needed," thought Deepa, stealing a glance in the darkened room towards Sunita and Shom. There seemed to be no movement. Were they drowsy too? Perhaps one of them had slept in which case the situation would be manageable.
Both were awake but frozen still. Shom felt his body ache with life as he recognised himself in the role of the older man in the movie. Sunita saw glimpses of herself as the young friend onscreen threw herself at her friend's father.
As the on-screen attraction between the young girl and the old man soared Sunita felt the warmth spread between her legs. The story line in the movie did not move into hot, wild sex but Sunita could spot the exact point in the script where the director must have felt the constraints of being an Indian movie maker. While an American movie on the same theme would have shown the girl and the man fucking each other mindless one passionate night, in the Indian movie the script rapidly shifted to exploring the contradictions and the emotions of the older man's wife.
Sunita lost interest in the movie as it went emotional and glanced to the right at her friend to see if she was still awake. There was no movement -- she seemed asleep though Sunita had no way of knowing she was awake. Sunita did not want to ask her to check; if Deepa was awake and replied it limited Sunita's options.
She had seen through Deepa's moves on keeping her away from Shom and as Deepa had anticipated this had inhibited her. But that had not reduced her desire for Shom. Every time her husband reached for her and made love to her, she found herself emotionally responding to him; but in her mind and physically she was imagining the strong, large Uncle Shom. The stronger responses from her to her husband surprised that man initially. He took it as a new response from Sunita to his sexual efforts. But Sunita's husband Karan was an ignoramus on such matters. He had no real clue to what was actually happening.
What had happened was that Sunita had been stretched, held and taken in a manner that a woman cannot forget -- once it had happened. If it never happened before, she might not want it and might never realise she was missing something. Some might know that something was missing and might go looking: either out of curiosity or out of the lust for life. And then there were those who chanced upon it -- like Sunita. And once she had been spread, speared and flood gates opened she could not take it out of her mind. And every now and then her body craved that fullness.
That, more than anything else, could explain this trip it was that desire to savour wild lust that had brought her back.
She turned left towards where Shom was lying back. While Deepa's plan had been to place them in separate areas and that had worked, what Sunita could now see was Shom, hip downward. As her eyes adjusted to the low lighting she saw the tell-tale tenting of Uncle Shom's dhoti. She saw him move a bit. And a while later she saw his hand creep under the folds of cloth. He was giving himself some relief with a stroke, a tug, a prod and somewhere a grind.
Sunita might have reached out and touched, stroked or fisted him had it not been for Deepa's clear signals of disfavour through this trip. Sunita might have flirted, nibbled and sampled her man before a full feasting if she had been left to herself. But that did not appear to be the format of the trip. And all she had at her disposal was the weekend ahead of which the daylight hours of the first 24 hours had already passed by. The next 8 hours -- the night -- was before them. There was always something mystical and magical about the night. (On the other hand there was always something bold, exciting and direct about seeing every muscle, limb, flesh; every expression, every flush in a dalliance during the day.)
Sunita moved to the left and sat down on Uncle Shom's lap. As she sat down, her ass pressed down the throbbing upright flesh of Shom's cock. She pressed it down taking care not to hurt or squeeze the object of her lust. Her feet were on the ground on either side, her back to Uncle Shom and both of them were fully attired. Deepa sensed some movement and glanced sideways. From where she was sitting, Sunita was alongside her but she could not fully make out that the woman had shifted by just a few feet to the left. She was in the same row and the room was darkened. "I can't see!" hissed Shom hoping only Sunita could hear him. Sunita wiggled her hips in reply allowing the cock to be toggled by in the channel formed by her legs. Shom put his hands on her hips as he got the message.
Sunita rose and undid the button of her trouser and pulled down the trouser and her panties within. Shom caught a strong whiff of Sunita's odours - her pussy and panties being damp with her juices. His hands slid lower from her hips to her ass, clutching the orbs of flesh in his hands. He kneaded her, his thumbs teasing her anus.
Sunita reached under to find his cock. It was pressed forward and down and she let her palm run along the length through the cloth of his garment. While a dhoti offered tremendous scope for accessing him, it also posed the challenge of finding the opening. Sunita fumbled, all the while feeling the rock hard rod under the cloth. Suddenly her hand slipped through and she felt his thighs. Meanwhile Shom slid his fingers under her and stroked her pussy lips. Sunita gasped as she laboured to reach under and find the cock she so desired. Shom's fingers threatened to invade every orifice at hand and the old man greedily caressed and felt the warm skin of this woman he lusted.
She found the cock, prone upward, bending backward towards Shom's stomach. She held the thick cock in her fist and felt and savoured the body of flesh. Leaning forward and placing her hand on his ankle she used the other hand to guide the cock to its logical resting place. She relaxed her body completely, allowing the cunt walls slack and easy. With no further preliminaries Sunita sank upon the cock and roughly rammed downward. Shom let out a small yelp of pain as the flow of the pussy did not get the time it needed to lubricate the cock. Sunita was unmindful of the initial difficulty. She too winced but in a jiffy there was a surge of juices as the cock prised open the reservoir of love juice inside her.
Sunita bounced on the cock inside her with renewed vigour. How she had hungered for this! Sunita thrust down with extra vigour. Sitting on him facing his feet, Shom's cock was stroking the roof of her tunnel. It made her feel like peeing but there were also incredible sensations in that area. As lust took over she closed her eyes and pumped up and down, bouncing on his cock. Shom felt the cunt rough and swift sliding up and down on his cock. This wet, hot cunt was what he had ached for all the days he had made do with his fist. His hands probed and massaged her buttocks and perhaps unwittingly, his thumbs converged on her anus. One of the thumbs was ready to invade her when Sunita reached down and grabbed his hands. She pulled them up, under her shirt to bring them to her breasts.
She squeezed the hands on to her breasts, encouraging Shom to massage her tits. Shom reached for her bra strap and undid the clasp. Rapidly his hands went back to her chest and claimed the breasts under her shirt. He gripped her hard and pulled her down on to his cock. When she rose he fingered her nipples and on the decline squeezed the breast.
Sunita gasped her pleasure as she felt nipples and cunt reacting in unison to the well coordinated caresses. The feeling of wanting pee was overcome by the sense of an orgiastic release. She lost control and if it was pee there was nothing she could do about it. She shuddered as the insides of her thighs, stretching all the way up to her cunt and from there along the slick walls running right up to the brain felt the electricity of his rampaging cock. Her cunt squirted on the cock within her, so did her lips salivate over and her sounds became animal. She breathed inward in snorts and exhaled wheezing squeals.
Uncle Shom stared in the dark at Sunita's back. He hadn't seen her too well today and here she was, back to him, fucking him like he had wanted all day. The skin of her ass on his legs felt incredibly good. Her breasts were soft and hot, and gripping them seemed ideally suited to conveying the wild desire he felt for her. The back of her thighs grazed the front of his thighs adding to the sensations of pleasure. The sounds she was now making scared him -- was he being ridden by soft, petite, demure girl he knew? Or was it a monster that was going to devour him? Was she in pain and writhing -- after all she was small and he was large and there might be some part of her his cock was hitting? Or was she in extreme pleasure?
The answer came in the gush that flowed when his cock unplugged at Sunita's next rising. Shom wanted to reach up and bite something: maybe her shoulder, maybe her ass. But he was hiding behind the cover provided by the arrangement of furniture. He did not want to expose himself to his daughter by leaning forward. He squeezed Sunita's asscheeks together and enjoyed the extra pressure it brought on his cock.
Deepa heard the unmistakable noises and guessed that she had lost the game. She wanted to ignore and deny what was happening. She turned her back to the couple and crouched on the sofa, pretending not to hear or notice what her father was making her friend do. She hugged herself. She felt lonely. In a room of three, two were so absorbed in fucking each other that she felt all alone. She could not acknowledge them.
Sunita moved even faster. There were waves building up within her and her eyes were watering with gratitude for the release she was getting. Her cunt had long melted in a downpour on his cock. And her lips were drooling with saliva. The jabs of her cunt on his cock were getting shorter as she worked hard to squeeze out their first orgasm. She knew this was just an appetiser. She needed lots more of her Uncle Shom and this could not do anything more than provide initial succour.
She now knew her friend had messed up both her and Shom's need for each other. As the cock provided evidence of Shom's deep desire and need for her, she knew that she could not be held back by Deepa anymore. She grunted in pleasure as she thrust down harder at the thought that she could maybe get a whole night with her Uncle Shom after this breakthrough fuck. Gripping his ankles hard she fucked with wild abandon. Shom's cock responded to the wet grip of her cunt and hardened, getting ready to spill up into her.
Deepa gathered herself and left the room, crouching low in the manner people walking in a theatre where a show was on, might. Her body was burning --with conflicting signals and the biggest of those was the desire in her crotch. The heat inside her listening to these sounds of wild sex.
"She is gone!" said Shom somewhat triumphantly to Sunita. Sunita whipped off her shirt and Shom sat up forward and placed his cheek against her bare back, erotic and smooth. He kissed her and bit her gently. Sunita tried to lean back and caress his head. His hands clasped at the breasts, kneading the small mass of her breasts and pinching and twisting her nipples.
The change in angles twisted and turned Shom's cock in Sunita's tunnel. He jerked in the beginning of loss of control. She humped back wildly. A bit too wild as on one of her rises the cock slid out of its sheath inside her. It bounced against her ass and smeared their combined juices on her. Shom wailed an unmistakable wail as he missed the warm grip of her cunt. His hands took it out on her breasts with nails digging into the soft flesh, leaving red marks. Sunita sobbed "Uncle!" as she realised she might miss the explosion of Shom's cock.
One jet splattered against her ass, the cock flailing on its own, unhelped by either fist or cunt in its orgasm. Sunita got off and rapidly closed her small hand over the large throbbing flesh. Her head ever so close to his spewing cock she fisted him, hard and quick as she would with her cunt. Shom murmured "Beti!" (Daughter!) And then had her do something he should not have asked of one he would address thus.
"Yes, Baba!" cooed Sunita as she helped him cum and watched the cock greedily like a slut.
Deepa had left her phone in the room in her hurry and had come back to collect it when she heard these endearments and saw her friend behaving like pleasure-slave to her father.
His hand pressed her head forward and Sunita took in the spewing cock into her mouth, doing with her tongue and lips what she her cunt and hand had done before. She mouthed him off. Shom groaned loudly leaving Deepa in no doubt what was happening on this side of the room. Sunita's head could be seen in the dark, bobbing up and down over her father's prone form. The thrusting hips drove the cock into her mouth. Sunita controlled the invasion of her throat with her fist which didn't allow him to fuck her like he might fuck her in the cunt.
Large gobs of his cum flowed into her mouth and out onto her fist and back onto his thighs as Sunita allowed the copious flow out through her lips. She opened her lips to let out the torrents and closed them to fuck his cock as it continued to spew.
"Cum for me baba!" she murmured as she gently milked his never ending cum. And he could feel it that it was never ending. His seed boiled up from his insides and as Sunita expertly worked his cock in the rhythm of his orgasm, he released in several shots of well timed jerks.
A series of loud "ahs" punctuated the night as Shom released his cum into Sunita's mouth. She worked her cheeks and lips like bellows, squeezing now, pulling now, pumping now -- milking the jerking, throbbing and pulsating cock in her mouth. Shom lifted his legs and wrapped them around Sunita holding her close to his body and rocking her as if his body was now a cradle for her.
Deepa watched -- it never ceased to amaze her -- as her friend did things she thought only whores did. She watched her father take his pleasure shamelessly from a girl who could well have been his daughter. And she felt her own sense of jealousy at being a mere spectator. "How could she possibly participate?" she thought in horror even as her own pussy revealed the reality of pleasure: she was slick in her pussy. The performance put up by her father and friend bested any movie. The turn on was inescapable. The taboos loomed large in her mind.
When Shom's release ended, Sunita was glad to see the cock still unabated. She opened her mouth wide and allowed all his fluids to flow out and dragging her lower lip on his thigh and cloth she wiped as much of the inside of her lips on his dhoti. Sunita was unused to the idea of taking in these fluids which she knew included her own cum. She also knew that in the heat of the sexual moment there was nothing she wouldn't do. She had been whorish, accepted an anal fuck, watched herself and her lover in the mirror, given head, contorted herself with her lover to create the double-backed monster of pure pleasure -- all things which she could never believe she had done in the light of the day after.
But she was worse than a whore in bed and she knew that. It was what passion and sex was completely about. And if she was on this side of the line, this was how she was going to be. The alternative was to be totally traditional, a devoted wife, a respectful younger woman taking care of an older man. In all ways traditional.
But if she was going to be a woman of pleasure, it had to be this she thought to herself as she stood up and looked down at one of the fine specimens of manhood. Her hair tousled and her face streaked with cum, saliva and her now-dried tears she looked down at Uncle Shom.
He lay there, drained and laid back. His dhoti spread around him. Hands lying on his sides. But his cock bobbing as rigid as ever, now gently sagging a wee bit. As Sunita looked down at him she took each breast in her own hand and squeezed gently, feeling a frisson of pleasure through her. She was mid her third orgasm when the rude interruption had been caused by his wayward cock. Her hands ran down her own body and she stroked the inside of her thighs and squeezed her crotch. There was a semi-dry caking of fluids there and she was rewarded with another minor surge of pleasure.
These strokes told her that her body -- pleasure craving as it had become -- wanted the full release which had been stopped mid-stream. It was her Uncle Shom who was going to have to deliver that. Sunita moved forward, straddling his face. Her pussy was open to his head as she stood over him.
Shom looked up and knew what was being asked of him. As Sunita sank and pressed her pussy on his waiting lips, all three of them knew it was going to be a long, dark night of unbridled lust, indulgence and perhaps depraved -- perhaps taboo.
Sunita woke up around 3 am. She needed a wash if she was going to sleep comfortably for the rest of the night. The movie which they had all settled down to watch at around 8.30 the previous night was long forgotten.
Sunita was used to washing up and getting totally fresh for bedtime. Once she hit the sack, she slept through the night. That was her habit. But this night was neither usual nor habitual.
It was a night of wild sexual abandon between Uncle Shom, her bosom pal's father, and Sunita – young enough to be his daughter. And this mad night was punctuated by a series of naps. The naps served to refresh them for the next bout of lust-driven indulgence.
But now she needed her full sleep and for that she had to wash and feel fresh.
She seemed coated in fluids from sexual activity from head to toe. She recalled how she had woken from her first nap to find him fast asleep on his back but with a semi-flaccid cock, full but non-erect lying on its side on his thigh.
When he was done with her in the previous round Sunita had drifted to sleep feeling that she was satiated for life and needed nothing more. After she rode him, fisted him and mouthed him to his first orgasm with her, Sunita had needed completion. Her orgasm had been interrupted mid-stride when his cock slipped out. She had sat on his face and felt his large hands grip her asscheeks with ease. He had then pressed the open pussy down on his lips like a man ready to feast on fruit.
And how he had feasted! She had cum in uncontrollable spasms, her pussy ejaculating like a man's cock a thick, whitish fluid. Shom had tongued and kissed her all through that one, holding her down in his powerful hands even as her body thrashed against him. As much as the orgasm caused violent convulsions, the pleasure soared only because strong Uncle Shom held her in place and provided her with a mass of steely muscle to beat against.
Deepa, Uncle Shom's daughter who had removed his living room's doors to deny the lust-crazed couple privacy, found herself using that very same lack of privacy to her voyeuristic advantage. She had not thought of her father as a possible expert at cunnilingus and Sunita seemed to have the exclusive privileges on that. The burning she felt was part turn-on, part jealousy.
Uncle Shom and Sunita, starved and wild for each other did not bother about Deepa – there was no mental space for them to think about anyone other than each other and the sexual indulgence at hand. For Shom, as long as his daughter was not in-the-face about it, he did not mind being indiscreet. He had to be indiscreet if he was going to have Sunita and he was willing to do anything to be with her.
They slept. From the sheer release of that first wild coming together, they slept. And then Sunita had woken. Staring at his muscular form, lying in calm repose, with his cock looking capable even in a relaxed state, she felt a vacuum between her legs. Suddenly she had wanted his fullness, all over again.
Desire welled up in her again and she shimmied down so her face was level with his hips. She stared at the cock, its veins bulging. She reached out and gently ran her fingers on the outline. No response. She blew a gentle exhalation on his crotch. Then she moved closer and hoisted herself up on one elbow.
Bending forward she had dragged her lower lip on the cock, lifting it, till it slipped under its own weight back onto his thigh. And then again. And again. She liked the soft sound of the heavy flesh dragging against the inside of her lip and falling back. A few strokes later her lip had moistened the cock and she tasted Uncle – it wasn't purely his taste, she was there in it too.
She opened her mouth and slid his cock in gently mouthing it with plenty of saliva waking up the sleeping giant. Before Shom stirred his cock stirred. It added weight with a new surge of blood as Sunita swirled her tongue around it. A few seconds later it jerked to a new level of fullness. And then Shom, in his sleep turned toward her offering her the full length of his cock.
Sunita clutched at his buttocks, pulling him in and her head bobbed, her lips stretched and the sides of her mouth betraying the volume inside. She slurped and licked as she moved faster and faster. Uncle Shom was at his full strength now and the urge to fuck to the finish overcame him. More awake now he held her head roughly and moved his hips pistoning her mouth.
Shom looked down at Sunita's head. He could see sindoor (vermilion red powder signifying her married status) in the parting in her head and felt a twinge of guilt that the woman he was with was someone else's wife and in fact, young enough to be his daughter. And yet, here he was coaxing her to do what he had previously thought only whores do – mouth him.
"Beti," he murmured, using the word which means daughter. It was as if he was apologizing. All Sunita heard was the passionate groan of a man who was enjoying the wet, warm sheath formed by her mouth.
"Mmmmmm?" she asked, continuing her work as if it were duty. She ran hands up his back and to the front, above her head and stroked his chest, his nipples.
Shom suddenly felt he should not be using Sunita in such a blatant and depraved sexual manner. He raised himself and allowed himself a few quick strokes inside her mouth to overcome the maddening need. Then as control returned he pulled his cock out. It sprang on release from its lair and hit Sunita, smearing her forehead. As she ducked reflexively, the cock continued its jerking and darting, smearing the top of her head causing one of the many stains which Sunita now wanted to wash off.
He put his hands under Sunita's armpits to haul the girl up. But she was still fixated on his cock. As it reared about, held upward due to its springiness but heaving and waving under its weight, she caught it in her lips, along its length. The position was as if she was eating a corn cob.
But as Shom managed to haul her upwards, the pillar slipped from her lips and beyond the reach of her mouth. Her mouth lay open, hungering for the prey which seemed to have escaped.
Sunita was in 'woman' mode – the mode in which she arrived in town. She was just a woman feasting, copulating, sucking, savoring and indulging – all in the unalloyed pursuit of pleasure.
Uncle Shom was in 'father/ father of friend' mode – quite different from his original, 'drunken with desire' state. He wanted to hold her in his arms, so close that he could not see her in the nude and look at her and talk to her, somewhat reducing the illicitness of their situation. He shouldn't be doing these things with her. And she shouldn't be behaving like a slut with a man who till the other day was a traditional father figure in her life.
This however, was a rare occasion in which Uncle Shom and Sunita were on different wavelengths.
As she the felt the cock going out of her mouth's reach, she lavished her attention on what was at hand. At first, it was his underbelly, where she smelt and savored the dried remnants of their previous fucking on his matted pubic hair. His cock poked and prodded at her slender neck and upper chest, continuing the staining process which would later make Sunita want to take a wash.
Then it was Shom's stomach which she nuzzled with her face. Uncle Shom reached under to hold her chin and turn her face up but before that she had slathered his belly with tender kisses. The response from his cock was beyond his control as it reared up to a new level of hardness.
Sunita pressed forward and the cock found a warm nestling place between her breasts. With breasts the size of large dumplings, she didn't have much of a cleavage. Sunita hunched her shoulders to bring the breasts close and watched the cock nestle there. She moved her torso, allowing the cock to slide between her breasts. She watched the skin pull back and the pulsating penis release another quantity of precum.
Uncle Shom felt the pull back cause his cockhead to swell. "Beti!" he wailed to stop her. Sunita formed a cup under breasts with one hand which made a channel between her breasts. This also caressed the sac of Shom's scrotum.
Shom temporarily suspended thoughts of his new sense of guilt over Sunita. He gave in to the warmth he felt surrounding his cock. The flesh felt incredibly soft – she was so delicate and soft! How had he been so rough in the sex? She was soft, arm, inviting and encompassing. Those breasts! They were divine! Silky! Beautiful! And he felt so snug buried in them. Shom groaned loudly as his natural instincts took over and his hips moved in rhythm.
He looked down to see how it looked and once he saw the top of her head; the same sindoor this time smeared with fresh daubs of precum from him. He closed his eyes shutting out that guilt-provoking vision. He fucked the channel between her breasts luxuriating in the smooth, silken channel Sunita made for him.
On one such lunge, he felt her kiss the cockhead. Then she pulled back and using one nipple as a prod, she toyed the cockhead with her breast, using the mass of her flesh to rotate the cock. Then the other nipple – and she pressed her breast on the cock like it was intended to stab her. The round head pressed into her breast till it slipped on the cum and ran off to one side. Again and again, Sunita teased the cock with her breast and nipple, enjoying the sight of his cock coating her with its outpouring.
Her fascination with how he looked and felt against her breasts overcame her and she scrambled downward. Gripping his cock her mouth sank on to it soaking it with her saliva. Moving back up now with a sense of purpose Sunita wiped her face on his belly, his chest, kissing his nipples she reached him, face to face.
Shom found himself disappointed. After wanting her to stop teasing him, he now found himself wanting her to put his cock back in all those places where it had been. Now she had him pressed back against his belly, trapped between the two of them.
"Beti," started Shom, disregarding the incongruousness of his erection. "Have I been right in doing this?" he asked Sunita, regretting the question as he asked it. He actually wanted more of her and less of the guilt. He feared an answer that put a pause to this.
"In doing what?" asked Sunita, her hand roaming his back and her lips kissing him on he neck.
"Being like this," said Shom, helpless as his cock stayed unrelenting.
"Like this?" asked Sunita, hand reaching between them and gripping his cock.
"Or like this?" she asked, raising a leg and putting it over his hips. Her cunt opened wide and lay over the cockhead.
"Is this what we should not do?" she asked pushing forward and allowing his cock a slight penetration.
What followed was an animal assault as he turned over and came on top of her. Hoisting the leg which she had swung over his hip onto his shoulder, he held her cunt splayed open and fucked her with a vengeance.
"You know exactly what I am asking," he hissed, each word interspersed with a violent fuck which jolted her. His palm lay on her stomach and he thumbed the top of her pussy.
"Baba!" wailed Sunita.
"What?" asked Shom, sweat dripping from his brow.
"I want you," sobbed Sunita, cumming on his cock.
"Take me bellowed," Shom collapsing on her with a huge release.
The thought that she could be his daughter woke him from the next nap. She had pleasured him so intensely it seemed he had done nothing for her in the last few hours. She lay on her stomach, arms closed up in a crouching position. He stroked her ass gently, going down the back of her thighs. She spread her legs a little. Shom stroked her gently, with each move his hands reaching lower and lower under her ass. He used the thumb of his hand to explore the crevice. And suddenly, when he felt the rich, wet slit of her pussy he sank his thumb in.
From this position, his thumb was downward facing, like when a person applies a thumb impression. Under this thumb was her flesh – that portion behind the top of the entrance of the pussy, somewhere behind the clit. Her rotated his thumb, massaging the inner concentration of nerve endings impossible to access from a frontal entrance. Sunita accepted the invasion, spreading her legs wider.
She groaned throatily every time he caressed a particular spot and waited in throbbing anticipation of the thumb to reach that same spot again in its rotation. Shom was kneeling and slowly his cock started dripping on the back of her thigh and knees. Sunita flailed an arm around trying to find Shom's cock to grip but he was too far behind her.
She bucked her hips as thumb continually hit the same spot, each rotation following smaller circles as Shom focused on what was clearly a special spot for her. Shom leaned forward and gently sank his teeth into Sunita's ass. He licked, he teased, with his other hand he threatened – to invade places not meant to be penetrated. He swiveled the fingers of the hand of which the thumb was embedded in her and cupped her mons with the four fingers.
Between fingers and thumb Uncle Shom had a mass of vital flesh of Sunita's under control. His fingers teased and cupped the clit and the pubis; his thumb continued its foray into forbidden depths.
The combination of caresses had the desired effect on Sunita's sense of control and the storm brewing inside her. She stiffened as her urethra opened up and a stream of amber spewed from her cunt. She thrashed and pounded into the mattress under her as her Uncle Shom plundered her with his thumb and fingers. He sank his teeth into the sumptuous flesh of her rear and she in turn sank her teeth into the mattress; desperately she clutched the sheets as Shom was inaccessible to her.
He had given her a release which was incredibly intense and Sunita lapsed into a worn- out, semi-conscious state of sleep. She could really take no more.
But Uncle Shom was hard and raging now. He needed to hold his Sunita, his beti, his lover embedded in him.
Only Uncle Shom's powerful shoulders and arms could have lifted the limp and ragged Sunita up. Her eyes rolled in her head as she saw Shom lift her from under the arm pits. Her gaze fell on the battering ram jutting up from his lap, its head cocked and ready to impale her. She opened her mouth but no words came out. She let go herself as Shom pulled her legs around his hips.
Arching backward, he held her cunt to his cock and let her fall on him; he sliced her sore cunt apart and she sank down on him, helpless under her own weight. When their pubic hairs were meshed together and he could feel her pubic bone against his stomach, he let her be.
Sunita clung with both arms for dear life in a stupor. She was barely able to keep her eyes open much less work her arms and legs. Fortunately for her, Shom was not looking for any such action. Holding her ass tight in his hands he made sure her groin stayed glued to his. Sunita rested her head on his shoulder and her body went limp. That sag in her body helped open her cunt as wide as it needed to accommodate her Uncle Shom – massive as he was.
Uncle had stayed like that for long, just gently rocking back and forth in extremely small movements. As he did so, he slid a wee bit out and then gently berthed back in, all the while making the enmeshed coupling a bit more intense.
She had no recollection of how long she stayed impaled and still like that. She still had not been able to decipher whether she was unconscious or in slumber.
Uncle Shom went into a meditative repose, his body relaxed, his cock intensely swollen and filling, and his mind focused on the fusion of his body with hers. As the rest of the world receded in his mind, he read every vibration of her cunt along his cock and of his cock in her cunt. The head was in the womb, its size seemingly fluctuating. He felt his thick broad member touch the limit of her womb and maybe she winced when that happened.
As he focused on the single entity which now his cock and her cunt had become, Shom felt a resonance welling up from inside him. It became a wave that moved from the centre of his cock and radiated outward. Without any movement on his part, the waves moved outward till his entire being hummed with intensity. This resonance transmitted onto the walls of the vaginal tunnel which were clinging to the embedded flesh. Every cell in Sunita's passage picked up the resonance. They were now buzzing together.
Uncle Shom did not come in one explosive orgasm. His cock melted as it gave way under the heat of this fusion. He started spewing cum in such copious quantities that it flooded them and it felt his cock had become liquid and poured into her.
As the intensity of this orgasm rippled through her pussy walls, Sunita felt the energy charge and she awoke in shock. Her fingers dug into Uncle Shom's back for dear life, drawing lines of blood and her eyes opened wide. She babbled and her mouth flowed with uncontrolled saliva.
Through blood shot large eyes she stared into Uncle Shom's eyes feeling him pulsate inside her womb.
She yelped as her orgasm wracked her body thrusting her cunt over his cock in wild delight. As she slid down to his base, Shom shot one load of his cum deep in her womb. His cockhead was jutting in there and as the plunge happened, Shom release a hot stream which bathed her insides quite completely.
Sunita wailed out in ecstasy, "Baba! I love you! Take me! Make me yours! Fuck meeeeee!" She ground out those last words, pumping cunt against cock. She shook her hips, her legs pummeled his ass, her fingers drew blood. She clung on for dear life as she rode the roller coaster of their combined orgasms.
"Yes my beti! My dearest, my love, my sweetness, my child," he murmured soothingly, allowing her to release her fullest and rocking her back and forth – the cock pulled back and shunted in fucking her to the depths of the womb in a series of plunges.
And just as suddenly as she had been electrified by the intense cumming, she passed out, twitching and shuddering as the orgasm continued its waves. Uncle Shom held her as her body fell backward this time. Gently he laid her back, his cock still embedded in her and now pulled downward. Slick with juices and like a lance being pulled back, Sunita's pussy slid off her Baba's cock and when she fell of the rounded cockhead, his cock jerked and reared.
She was gone before she hit the mattress below. Ravaged, fucked, plundered, fisted, thumbed, sucked and conquered- today Sunita was sore and consumed.
The woman in her had asked and the man in him had responded like a magnificent beast. He had conquered and he still had appetite to love her more.
Seeing her condition he harnessed that appetite to hold her in his large arms and against his chest as she slept.
And that was why when she awoke from one more nap, she felt the need to freshen up if she wanted any rest. And god knows, she needed rest.
Her body was stained in layers of cum, juices and saliva. Each layer had dried and the next one had been applied. On her thighs, on her head, her face, her breasts, her cunt and from the flow even her anus – she had been anointed by his cock everywhere. Her mouth and cheek had stains of dried cum and precum. His cum, her saliva. Her cum, his saliva. And all combinations of these - Everything was everywhere.
Sunita imagined and went over all these events to recount to herself how she came to be so thoroughly coated in sexual fluids. This allowed her to lie in bed and wait for her muscles to do her bidding.
Finally, she made her first moves out of bed and started to gather her things. She found her shirt but couldn't find her bra. She got her panties but her trousers were somewhere under the easy chair when she had first gotten on to Uncle's cock.
She was disoriented and didn't have much of an idea of where her bags were. She put on her panties and the shirt and staggered to the bathroom
She surveyed herself in the mirror; proud of her state – she had been completely taken this night but so too, she had taken him rather completely. As she admired her image as a well-fucked married woman, sindoor and all, she was startled at the sight of Deepa sitting on the edge of the tub, one leg on the floor and the other on the edge of the tub, watching her.
"You... you... you.... slut!" blurted out Deepa, "you just couldn't help being a whore for him, could you?"
Sunita whirled around. She was hot in the face at the kind of words Deepa was ready to use with her. She had never put herself in a situation where people could say anything to her and get away – much less abuse her using obscenities.
"What are you talking about?" she retorted.
"Its gone beyond the sympathy and comforting hasn't it? I have been watching you through the night – the disgusting things you did to each other!" exclaimed Deepa.
Just as Sunita was ready to flare up and respond to Deepa's aggression with some of her own, she noticed the damp patch between Deepa's legs. She correctly guessed that there was more to her friend's aggression than outrage. There was possibly pent up energy of an orgasm which Deepa had not been able to find for herself.
Sunita's tone softened. "Listen, in there with him, I have to be everything for him and allow him to be whatever he wants. It is desire laden with feeling, it is lust, it is the need for release. Just like the need you have," she said and quickly closing the gap between them, she placed her palm on the soppy wet patch on her friend's slacks.
Deepa looked up into Sunita's eyes and felt she would lose the battle. In fact, she was ready to lose it and ask Sunita to teach her everything she had learned from or practiced on her father.
As she looked into those dancing eyes, now heavy with the lack of sleep and dark circles, Deepa knew she was slipping. Gripping Sunita's wrist and moving her hand off, she challenged her friend with a crisp 'nonsense'.
But she could not fool Sunita, for that woman, now more experienced in such matters, and could see Deepa was within a whisker of being turned.
And she just had to be turned.
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