"That was beautiful," said Baba to his daughter-in-law. She had given him a hand-job after he had spotted her fucking her husband. The masturbation / blowjob session was an outcome of her sense of sympathy. But the discovery of the well -endowed father-in-law caught her throat and she wondered how he might feel inside her if they fucked. He did not let her wonder for long.
He had taken her doggy style while she was washing clothes in the washer. She had barely resisted. Knowing fully well that she might lose control and want him deep in her womb and flooding her, she started by cautioning him to only fuck enough to take the edge off. Then the warning changed to telling him not to spill inside her. And finally she luxuriated in the pounding and the flooding.
Somehow she did not want to take it further. Not just because it was illicit. The man was old enough to be her father and she indeed had called him that for all her married life. And now to fuck him ...
She did not want to take it further at this time because her unmarried son and married daughter with her two kids were visiting. There was still a fresh memory of the son having needed some attention a few years back when she had masturbated him to relieve him of some post-injury stress. If the son saw her in a compromising position with her father-in-law god knows what that might unleash.
Her wanting to stop was not because of any dislike she had for what had happened. In fact, here lay the crux of the matter. She had loved it so much that she was scared of her own tendency to get addicted. She knew how she drank once her husband Deepu had introduced her to alcohol. It was a phase when he wanted his wife to be "with it".
And it was not just alcohol. When she came to Calcutta after finishing her graduation from Ramananda College in Bankura district she was the very picture of innocence. Deepu had asked his elder sister to make her more fashionable for his taste and in came the sleeveless blouse with its aggressive cuts. She didn't used to shave her armpits and somehow it seemed her man liked that, too.
And then to make her lose inhibitions came the alcohol. She playfully picked up his cigarette as well. On that first day of all this, Deepu had shown the advantages of a low cut blouse on his buxom Bengali wife. He had kissed the slopes and thrilled her. Under the influence of alcohol she also had her first taste of cock and cum.
And so she knew exactly how addicted she could become. It had taken kids and the loss of privacy for her to overcome some of the wilder sex in a post-alcohol haze.
So it was easy to imagine her getting addicted to Baba's girth, the vitality and the rich copious cumming that she so loved. And that was the real, true reason for her hesitancy. Excess and the risk of discovery went hand in hand.
"Wasn't it?" pressed on her father-in-law, leaning back on the kitchen tabletop waiting for her to respond to him.
She pulled her pallo covering her blouse. She could feel his eyes staring at her heavy slopes. All these fancy cut blouses, each showing more cleavage than the previous one simply fed the old man's lust. The sides bulging and nipples protruding were all with Deepu's encouragement. As he leaned close, she felt the father-in-law was trying to benefit from the son's racy styling for her.
"Hm?" he asked, leaning closer to her and looking down her front. As she leaned and polished the top her heavy breasts jiggled. He knew what he wanted from her next. Would she give?
"Ha," she replied shortly and turned away from him facing the other side. This blouse was too aggressive, he was too suggestive and she was too weak-kneed. It was now after dinner and the household was slowly retiring. Deepu always wanted her in bed next to him, whether sex was possible or not. And like his father had come down the other day only to see her fucking him, he too was likely to come down if she did not show up next to him.
Sleeping, for Deepu, meant at the least holding her and slipping his hand under her clothes to caress either breasts or pussy. If that provoked anything in her before sleep took him over then some fucking might result. There were other days when a fuck-fest was fully planned. Those were wild nights. But with the house so full in the holiday season that was not about to happen.
If she thought turning her back to him was going to prevent her father-in-law from becoming more sexual with her, she had underestimated her father-in-law's ardor and indeed her own ass's sexiness. Baba eyed her and imagined how with her bent exactly in similar fashion he had mounted her a short while ago.
Far from being satiated or exhausted the strong old man was like a sexual monster unleashed. His cock lurched on sighting that ass and he imagined the wet channel between her legs. It had grabbed at him and milked him - in his version of events. The throbbing ache in his now-full cock caused him to reach into his dhoti and press his cock downward, relieving the buzz a bit.
It was at that moment that Paru decided to turn around and she saw his hand under his dhoti.
"What is this?" she blurted out.
Baba grinned lasciviously, "What do you think?"
She came close to him. This was unbelievable. The old man had been masturbating for the previous day or two. Today, she had tongued and fisted him to one round of cumming. He had mounted her in a second round of fucking and even then he had filled her with his semen till it ran down her legs. And here he was sporting an erection again.
A slickness in her cunt told her that fate had not been kind with the genes transfer from father to son. The son had fucked her a maximum of twice in any given 24-hour cycle. Here, the father at his advanced age was raring to go for the third time, masturbation aside. How must he have been when younger? Poor chap. Widow hood must have been cruel but also seemed to her as a waste of good, healthy vitality.
Instinctively and before her mind could stop her, her hand had reached under the dhoti. She expected just an average erection - not the whole job. But he was as loaded as she had ever encountered him. She gasped. "How could this be?" she wondered in fascination. His son's cock was never as hard and full for second fucks. Baba was promised to ravage her raw again.
While her hands were seeking out his cock his hand went under her saree pallo to seek out her blouse.
"I didn't get any of this from you so far," he murmured, fingers finding her nipples quite easily. They rose and stiffened, straining against the fabric of bra and blouse to make themselves felt. He pulled on them, like a milkman milking teats of a cow.
"Baba," whispered Paru hoarsely. "Not here, not now!"
He massaged the flesh surrounding her full nipples as if to encourage the flow of milk. Shameless and bold in his desire, he leaned forward and nuzzled her breasts. He knew his daughter-in-law just needed to be made to melt and she would take him harder than he could give her. That, and the regret at having missed her breasts caused him to be bold.
Paru gasped. She caught his hand. Her eyes were on the staircase, paradoxically looking at the same top stair where Baba had come down the other day and spotted her with his son. Eyes on the stairs, she merely held on to his hand as he squeezed and massaged her breast. At least once she guided him closer to her nipple and then she gripped him hard stopping him when she thought someone was coming.
And then let go when it turned out to be false alarm. She sighed contentedly. A man was not just his cock; he was also about how he wielded his sexuality and Baba was proving to be an expert. The father should have taught his son, she found herself musing. But the genes had not passed on the bludgeoning dimensions of his cock.
Eyes still on the stairwell, one hand on his hand for control, Paru let her other hand drop back on to his cock. Gently she held him in a soft grip through the cloth. She did not press too hard. That would have made him release some precum and lessened his volume.
She was not sure why she wanted to preserve his heft. She did not even know whether she would get an opportunity to fuck him, whether for his sake or her own needs. But she made sure that she did not squeeze him too hard. It was a stimulating caress rather than a draining one.
He brought his lips to her ears and said, "Find a way." His hands crept in between the folds of her saree and through all the layers he could feel the humid heat of her hungry cunt.
"Find a way to do what?" she asked, knowing fully well what he meant. Her hands negotiated the folds of his dhoti and found the hot, hard flesh of his cock directly to touch. Her fingers played on the soft skin of his well-oiled cock and the hard steel of his pillar within. She wanted it.
"I need to suck your breasts," stammered Baba. He did not intend to stammer but when he felt his daughter-in-law's fingers on his cock and her sultry, husky whisper asked him what he wanted to do, the stammer conveyed the sexually charged tension in him.
She put her hand on the back of his head and pressed his face to her large chest. He chewed tentatively. Suddenly, gripping his hair she pulled his head away.
"Dear. Not here. See me on the terrace in one hour's time," she whispered. She wiped the smear of cum on his dhoti and rearranged her pallo.
"Where are you going to be for one hour, beta?" he asked.
"Clearing up and then seeing to your son," she said.
"Seeing to him?" he asked.
"Yes. You don't want him coming looking for me, do you?" she asked.
"No," he shook his head.
"Then I must make sure I know where he is and whether he is asleep," she said.
"And how do you that?" he asked.
"You don't want to know," she replied.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"You really want to know?" she looked into his eyes.
"Yes," he replied, his throat catching.
"He likes to sleep holding me putting his hand on me," she said.
"Puts his hand where?" asked her husband's father.
She guided his hand back to her breast. "Here," she said. "And then here," she continued, slowly dragging his hand from her breast on to her torso and then on to her lower stomach. She slid his hand within her saree and down, to the damp heat of her pubis and whispered, "Here!"
Baba stroked his daughter-in-law's pubis with a broad palm and whispered, "He is lucky!"
"So were you with your wife, were you not?" she asked, shivering as his fingers ran over her lips.
"She was not as hot as you. And I didn't have in the last 15 years of her life," he said, rocking gently as Paru found her hand back on his cock and he gently fucked her fist. Paru counted a total years of forced celibacy assuming that Baba had been on the straight and narrow.
"And will he just sleep with that little bit of..." he left the sentence unfinished.
"May be yes. May be more. Sometimes he will fuck me," she whispered, wanting sex and for a moment not particularly worrying about where she got it from.
"Will he tonight?" he asked.
"May be," she replied.
"Don't let him," he said in a hushed tone.
"I never refuse," replied Paru all hot and bothered with her sexual need.
"He gets a fuck whenever he wants?" asked Baba in wonderment. His own wife, the girl's mother-in-law was a book of rules in this matter.
"Isn't that what you wanted when you selected me as a bride for him?" she asked, sliding her hand up and down his cock more vigorously. They were both running their hands on each other and rocking wildly with this loaded discussion.
"But not tonight," he insisted.
"I don't know," she replied pushing him away. "I'll tell you when we meet later," she said.
Later
When Paru went to her room the grandchildren were lying on the bed where Deepu lay. She lay next to him, turned towards him, as was her habit. He in turn turned towards her and slipped a hand around her and threw a leg over.
"Tired?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Is that why you haven't changed out of your saree?" he asked. She replied affirmatively.
Deepu sighed and cuddled up with his wife and his hand roamed on her body as it did every night preparatory to sleeping. Now that she had proclaimed her tiredness he intended to let her sleep.
AS a matter of course he pulled up her saree and felt her plump thigh. His hand slid in between and he reached her pubis and gasped when he felt her wet and hot. "Hey! You are..." he whispered. Next his fingers invaded her and he found confirmation of her arousal. "Come," he whispered.
She nodded at the grandkids lying on the bed.
"We'll be quiet," he said urgently. He pushed her on her back and reached for his own cock which had swelled the moment his fingers touched her wetness.
He got between her thighs and guided his cock past the springy, prickly pubic hair to find her cunt. He sank in and gritted his teeth in pleasure.
For Paru the comparison between father's thick cock and son's ordinary cock was inescapable. She felt empty with Deepu embedded in her. He had been enough for her for years. But the impossible stretch of her father-in-law and the way he spread her apart was incomparable.
He had gritted his teeth to avoid any noises. And he clamped a hand over Paru's mouth to make sure she did not squeal, for she was normally a noisy lover. But he need not have bothered. His fucking tonight was more about him than about her. She just let him fuck like one of those many fucks at the end of a tiring day. It was not about her at all.
Normally, on tired nights she let him do what he wanted out of a sense of duty and so it was tonight. Then, she was not connected to the proceedings. Today, she was not really tired. The real reason for her lack of involvement was that the son was not half as good a fuck as the father; neither in endowment nor in imagination.
When he came it was in a series of shudders and he emptied into her. But he did not quite fill her. Again, she could not help comparing his release with the copious dosage of cum she received from her father-in-law, one after the other and not one of them short on quantity.
The qualitatively superior fucking, the pounding, the stretch and the expansion of her cunt and finally, the flooding all proved that father was a class apart from the son. The son's effort right was self-satisfying to him. But for her, he was merely a starter, an aperitif.
As he rolled over and fell asleep, she moved to the bathroom to wash up. Her real night was to begin. Her lover, her husband's father was already up there on the terrace waiting for her. She hoped he would have nothing to ask about what happened down here.
Then:
She came up to the terrace and peered in the dark. They had fixed the location but not the spot. When Baba came up he selected the shadow of the water tank on the roof. It was the obvious safe spot to prevent them from being spotted from any building nearby.
He was there hand on the parapet wall looking at the twinkling lights of the city. Silhouettes of palms swayed in the dark and there was a distinct chill in the air. For the want of a better place Paru had suggested this place which she and Deepu had used on occasion. Those were well selected nights for balanced weather, full moon and they had carried wine and more.
Today, it was a bit chill but that was not the only reason she shivered, she thought.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Must you know," she countered.
"Is he asleep?" asked her father-in-law.
"Yes, he usually is lost to the world especially after when..." and then she stopped short.
"After when... what?" he prodded her. She had given it away.
"When he fucks me," she said, in a low voice.
"Did he?" he pestered her.
"I told you, didn't I?" she said, flushing hot and red.
"You wanted him or was it that he wanted you?" asked the old man feeling his cock rise and acquire super-large proportions with this talk.
"Did the cock fuck the cunt or the cunt fuck the cock - is that your question?" she asked anger rising in her.
He held her heavy breast in the palm of one hand gently lifting the bulk.
"I want to know," he said simply.
"Why? To what end?" she asked.
He replied by guiding her hand to his cock which was now really hard and thick as ever. He had not felt himself acquire such proportions in a long, long time. The eroticism of having a window to his newfound lover's sexual relationship with her husband brought a new arousal.
"You are excited, not jealous?" she gasped.
"How can I be jealous? He is your husband, my son. So long as I get what I want ..." he rocked gently into her hand.
"Tell me how he fucked you," he asked.
She kept quiet, wondering what to say. He held her close and quickly decided that he must not let the moment slip. Leaning down he nuzzled her breasts through clothes and all.
"Did he kiss you here?" he asked. His nose sought out her nipples. The outer layers of her bra interfered with his progress. Calmly, his fingers worked the hooks of her blouse and he opened her out. Paru held his head, gently, sighing in excitement. It did not at all feel as if she had just been fucked a short while ago.
As he undid the clasp of her bra, her breasts fell out, unrestrained by anything and weighed down by their bulk.
"Does he know how to milk you?" he asked, giving her teats long loving licks.
She gasped as his tongue roughly played with her breasts. He was an expert. His tongue had a roughness - it was so dry! He had done that on his sleeve to maximize the effect of his caresses.
"Yes!" she moaned.
"He does?" asked the father-in-law. He now nosed her breasts on all sides, towards the nipples as if to prod milk towards their outlet. As he nosed and prodded her, she felt bolts running through her breasts and her nipples ached for his tongue.
She grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. "I said yes to the way you are licking," she said, eyes glistening with desire. She guided his head back to her nipples.
"I thought you said yes for his milking you," he said, between laps of his tongue. She was sweaty and sweet and he consumed her.
"Yes for that too, you dirty old man," she whimpered.
"Time to confess, is it?" he teased her.
"Yes. What is there to confess? When Babli was a baby he used to do what you are doing now copying the baby," she said, her face burning with embarrassment. The old man wanted the voyeuristic pleasure of knowing how this same woman was pleasured by his son and was blackmailing her.
But the hot furnace between her legs, the aching nipples and the contrast in the proportions of the father whom she could have now, compared to the son's proportions whom she had just had, kept her going. She wanted, that's all it was.
"You must have been milking then," he gasped, thinking about how lucky his son was.
"Yes and when he pushed my breast around it flowed and your son," she shivered at the memory of how it had felt. His fierce sucking on discovering the milk was a contrast to the gentle gumless suckling of the baby.
As if on cue, Baba ran his teeth on her nipples, dragging them through his teeth as if they should now yield him milk.
"Like that!" she whimpered and holding his head in one hand and one of her breasts in the other, she fed him her nipple. "Baba," moaned, as if calling to a baby.
The old man mumbled "Mmmmmmm" to indicate his pleasure and satisfaction. He felt as if some fluid flowed from her. It was an alien taste in his mouth for sure though he knew his daughter-in-law was not lactating. He sucked harder and drank in whatever that was, till he tasted his own saliva again. He then switched to the other nipple.
Paru groaned as she felt the nipple go sore and swollen and was grateful when he shifted to the other one.
"Did he leave any for the baby," asked Baba, knowing fully well that had it been him, he would have sucked her dry and waited for her to lactate again with lips waiting at her breasts.
"Take what you want old man!" she screamed low in her throat, offering her breasts aggressively. She mashed herself into his face, slapping him with her breasts -first this one then that.
Her father-in-law made gurgling sounds as he grappled with the delicious flesh as it came to his lips and then moved away. Now he had her nipple, now nothing and now the other one.
She pushed her thigh between his legs and felt the gargantuan pole of a cock there which seemed to wait patiently which her own pussy was quivering, hot and felt incredibly vacant in its need.
Holding both her breasts in his hands he brought them together. Now he had both of his daughter-in-law's nipples in his mouth and sucked on them greedily.
"Has he ever done this to you?" he asked.
"Is this a competition?" she asked and immediately felt the already engorged monster that was rubbing against her thigh surge. He was thicker! No! That was impossible! And if this was the effect of talking to him about she was all too willing - but she needed him to fuck her.
They were still standing, playing with each other and panting like teenagers discovering sex. She reached between his legs and gasped, even though she knew fully well what awaited her. He was silken on the foreskin, the oiling he regularly gave himself, and she reminded herself. And this extra thickness - the thoughts of her being fucked by his son.
"If it is a competition," she said to the man sucking her breasts intently, "you won before it started," she sighed.
"How is that?" he asked, kissing her lower down letting go of the breasts from his mouth but kneading them vigorously in both hands.
"You gave him nothing," she said gently squeezing the cock in her grasp ever so gently.
"What do you mean?" he asked, gently kissing her broad, well-rounded tummy. He continued to knead her, marveling at the sumptuous size of her mammaries. Where was he when she was lactating?
"His cock is a shadow of yours," she whispered, somewhat shyly. "He didn't inherit this," she murmured and the distinct jump in his cock told her that yes, he reveled in being told that he was better than his son.
Then her hand on his head caressed the balding, old man. "Nor does he have your skill. You didn't teach him anything."
He laughed and looked up at her. She looked down, eyeing her own reddened breasts down at his eyes. "How and when does a man teach how to make love to a woman?" he asked her, laughing.
"Whatever!" she said, hugging him to her. "You didn't. I don't know. It was up to you. All I am saying he doesn't know how to all this so well."
"All what?" asked the father. He was partly interested in praise of his own prowess but also in being compared favorably to another male.
"All this," she whispered pushing his head lower. Both of them slid to the mat that the father-in-law had spread out in anticipation of the arrival of his daughter-in-law to fuck her. Both times that he had sex with her - once masturbation and once from behind - had been hurried and standing. He had planned for her to lie down and open herself to him so that he could fuck his daughter-in-law in the manner he had always fucked his wife.
In response to her suggestive push downward, he tugged at the folds of the saree and it fell open around her. A quick tug at the cord of her petticoat and Paru lifted her hips. Even before the petticoat was half way down her thighs, her father-in-law could not resist her.
He kissed the soaking wet and burning hot pubis.
"He doesn't know how to do this?" he asked, kissing and sucking loudly.
"He does," replied Paru truthfully. Deepu did go down on her. Her enraged father-in-law clamped down on her cuntlips with his teeth.
"Aah!" she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp.
His lips clamped on the lips, wide open as they were. And he gobbled at her. His face became wet with her juices in moments. She was musky in flavor and he loved the taste of her cunt.
Her hips undulated as she fucked him gently. His face was slathered with her pussy juices as his daughter-in-law sought whatever relief she was going to get.
"Mmmmph!" mumbled Baba. "This too?" he asked.
She nodded and her fingers rubbed his scalp. "Yes Baba" she confessed.
Angrily, the old man repositioned himself. There had to be something! His mouth focused on the top of her cunt and on the joining where he knew a pleasure point lay. As he sucked hard, the sound of juices being sucked through a narrow gap in his lips caused a whistling sound.
Her clit rose to the suction this expert old man was creating! She shivered. As she felt her pleasure rise a notch came the shock. Her father-in-law rammed three bunched up fingers up her cunt. He thought he would be like a battering ram. But her buttery cunt reduced the roughness of his plunge.
Nevertheless, to her, who was not expecting anything inside her with his cock way down there, it was a shock.
She screamed out loudly, her shriek piercing the quiet of the night.
"This?" he asked, lifting his lips, streaked now with her cunt juices as his fingers rammed back into her again.
"No!" she wept. "No, no, no, no!" She was really loud and he didn't seem to care. His mind was deep inside her body focused on making her go berserk and confess that he had taken her to heights, which his son had never.
But when he heard her sobbing out a series of 'noes' he looked up and let his fingers go limp inside her. He was concerned that he hurt her with his aggression. Her hands were on her own breasts, twisting her own nipples brutally, pulling them, tugging at them, wanting pleasure everywhere.
Wildly, she thought of a man a couple of floors below who would have happily sucked her breasts. OR fucked her cunt. Or plundered her with his cock. And she wanted it all. How she wished that both father and son could attend to her simultaneously. And so, when instead of adding to the lips, tongues, fingers, teeth paying attention to her, when his hand stopped it caused her to burn with lust.
Frantically, she grabbed his wrist and pushed him in. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" she babbled.
"You said 'no'" he said, resisting her forceful push, causing her to partially sit up.
"I said, no - he never sucked me and fucked me with his fingers at the same time! This is new Baba! I have never experienced this before," she implored. Her one hand was behind his head asking for his lips on her cunt, her other hand guiding his wrist asking for his fingers deep inside her.
"Give me this! Take it where it goes!" she begged him. Instinctively she knew that at the end of this road lay something beautiful that her Deepu had not ever given her. And she wanted, wanted it badly.
"Do you use words like 'fuck' freely?" he asked.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his head. It was time for action, not words.
As he clamped down her pussy she felt the need for hands on her breasts. She claimed the mounds again, missing Deepu even while consuming his father with her cunt.
Her hips started a slow rhythmic bucking as his fingers resumed their assault.
"He didn't, he didn't, he didn't," she mumbled her voice slowly rising.
"Oh my god!" she screamed as her insides started to swell. He felt his fingers crowded in the confined space.
"No, Baba! He never did this! Never! Never! Neverrrrrrr!" she exulted thrusting her pussy into his face as the waves radiated outward.
He opened his mouth to breath as she gripped him tightly. Her nipples felt raw from her own pulling. As his mouth opened she flowed and sucked and gasped. She was musky and sweet!
She grunted and he felt her abdomen contract, squeeze and release around his face and on his fingers. "Unh! Unh! Unhaaaaa!" she howled.
She tried to sit up unable to take one more lick. He wanted to tame her completely, subjugate her, make her beg for him. When he resumed the close-lipped sucking that he had done at first, something happened.
His face was engulfed in a stream of her innermost fluids, drenching him completely.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned as she gave up. Her body thrashed wildly out of control. She came and she came and she came.
He could not control her when she thrashed that much and she found her freedom - his touch now became impossible to take. She sat up with her hands around her breasts covering herself. She was shivering.
He came up and hugged her. He asked her, "What happened?" in a gentle voice. She shook her head, refusing to answer.
He smoothed her hair which was sticking to her face. He caressed and rocked her.
"Did you ever feel anything like that with him?" he asked, less combative and more paternal than ever.
"No, baba!" she shivered, 'Never." She clutched him tight. Her hand took charge of his cock which had by now soaked in its own flow. She brought her hand back coated with the sticky mess and held it up to him. "What is this?" she asked, shyly.
"You bad old man! Is this the way to want your daughter-in-law?" she asked, beating her fist on his chest.
He reached between her legs and found the drenched pubis and brought up his hand with her cum on it. "You woman! What's this?" he asked. And smeared her juices on his chest.
She held his cock and leaned back inviting her father-in-law to lean over her.
"Fuck your son's wife. Show her how much more potent you are," she whispered seductively.
"Is he as large as this," he asked, positioning his cock at her cunt's entrance.
"You are hung like a ..." she whimpered.
"Like a what?" he asked, teasing her pussy with his cockhead.
She pushed at him with her hips. "Fuck me!" she begged him.
"Tell me how much larger I am," he tormented her.
"You are like a horse - Baba. I wish you were not my Baba. It's not fair to want to be illicitly fucked by my father-in-law so badly. I should be able to get this monster inside me whenever I want and however I want. Happy?" she sobbed in desperate desire.
"Then take!" he hissed and thrust into her hard.
"Ahh, Baba!" she screamed, her legs locking around his hips. He was into her more than half the way but then that was all it would go. She held her legs wide apart to let him in further. He wiggled his buttocks to wangle his way in. He sank in a little more. He wanted his cock to be caressed by her wet, gripping cunt. But no progress was to be had.
He was desperate for the pleasure of sliding in and out of her and so he withdrew bit and proceeded to fuck her as far she would give way, in a series of jabs. She screamed and her nails dug into his back as she felt ravaged. He was huge, large, humungous and she her pussy ached from the stretching. She gasped as she felt a tightness in her breath. It was not pain - it was just an impossible strain.
The accompanying pleasure was intense.
"Oh fuckkkkkk!" went his daughter-in-law. This kind of language was alien to him but his son often asked Paru to use such words to heighten his pleasure. Now she blurted it out in wild abandon.
Baba tried to find and cover her mouth to dampen the noise. But she averted his kiss. He was about raw fucking not any romantic petting which was what she associated with kissing.
Instead she put one heel on the low parapet wall and stretched her legs wide. Her other leg went behind her his back and she pressed his ass in to help him push deeper into her cunt.
They grappled with each other, struggling for balance and leverage. His hands went under and grabbed her plump buttocks. With renewed vigor from the pause during the adjustments, Baba rammed down into the open and waiting woman.
"Beti!" he wailed. "Take this!" he exclaimed in delighted as he sank in further. "Here, here, here!" he shuddered pounding his hapless daughter-in-law's gaping pussy.
"Ui ma! Ui ma! Ui ma! You are killing me, baba! Take it easy," she screamed.
In response he pounded into her deeper and deeper. And when he reached the depths of her womb, her nails dug deep into his back and she brought her other leg around and wrapped herself around him.
He seethed through clenched teeth as he felt her cunt tightly gripping his marauding cock. As he pumped into her she felt her body surrender to him and she wept as it went into melt.
"Oh my, I cant, you are killing me," she sobbed her body wracked in series of explosive orgasms.
"Can he do this?" asked the father-in-law about his son's ability to fuck the woman under him, thrusting as he said that.
"No, only you can," she gasped.
"Can he?" he repeated, triumphantly fucking her even harder.
"No, no, no, no, no," she wept, pummeling his ass with her heels willing him to cum.
But he didn't want to cum just yet. He wanted to have her on top so that he could play with her breasts as they fucked.
"Come on top," he urged her.
The poor woman could not believe her ears! After this much fucking Deepu would have been off her for over a week and here his father wanted more.
"I cannot. Not that monster," she gasped. He lay back, pulling her along with him. He slipped out and despite the marauding and ravaging she had taken she immediately felt the emptiness.
There was something about the release of a man which signaled an end for the woman. Her man had not released his seed into her womb. She needed to see his release.
She leaned forward and proceeded to mouth and masturbate him. A few strokes and grunts later, Baba pulled her up. "Take me inside," he said to her.
She spread-eagled over him to try take him in and then when she sank down she found that in this position he was large and in her womb. She was going to hurt: wonderfully stretched, fucked deep and hard as she was And yet she wanted him inside her cumming.
She swung around, turning her back to him. She remembered that when he had taken her from behind she was able to accommodate him and had received immense pleasure. She felt better able to take control of the situation. It would be like him taking her from behind but Baba could lie back and she could fuck him till he came.
He was as large as ever.
She shuddered as she slid down, wincing, spreading her legs as she went. The monster was snug in her stretched wide as she was. But the angle with which Baba's cockhead grazed her cunt was insane. It seemed to cream the tenderest and most alive part of her pussy.
If the pummeling she had just taken had left her ragged, the caressing in these spots by the untamed cock was too much for her.
She thought she would slow down his animalness but her own need to feel the cock touch her on the top of her love tunnel caused her to angle herself - and seek the rubbing.
Once she drove down, having got the angle right and 'Aah!' she went. The next time she drove down 'Ui Maa!" she screamed. She gritted her teeth and fucked up and down in a series of jabs and as her cunt poured out its orgasms in a flood of her juices, she collapsed. Clinging to his ankles she fell forward and her mouth firmly sucking on the flesh of his leg, Paru passed out and lay supine on her father-in-law's still throbbing body.
Baba shook her but her body was limp and lying on him. He felt those pillow like breasts on his legs. He tried to reach but he could not. He tried to rock her but he could not.
He could feel his cock slowly seep out its orgasm as she bubbled around it but he needed to cum in full flow. He knew these whimpering releases. They were always unsatisfying and yet, having lost his semen he would not be able to achieve orgasm.
Desperate for his own pleasure now that he had tamed her to a mass of bubbling helpless flesh, his hands grabbed her plump ass. Pulling on her he was able to make her pussy slide on his cock. As he pulled her back his cock moved inside her. And then he pushed and his cock slid out a bit. Again he pulled her towards himself, embedding her again.
Yes! There was that fucking he wanted. Gripping her ass still tighter, he pulled and pushed her ass and the woman, unconscious as she was, continued to pleasure him. It was as if her cunt was a tight fist and he was using her to masturbate himself.
His cock got the stimulation it needed. His seed boiled up as he readied to shoot into the woman. Suddenly, awakened by one more orgasm, the woman rose up and fucked down and back at him when he least expected!
"Paru!" he shouted and shot his load up into her cunt.
"Baba! Baba! Baba!" she babbled as she felt her cunt go raw and flood down with fluids.
She didn't know where it came from. Saliva flowed down her chin and onto her breasts. Her father-in-law fucked upward with a decreasing intensity. The frequency of his thrusts came down but each time he shoved up he held himself in for longer, spurting as high up into her as possible.
Eventually his spurting ceased and he murmured softly, "Bou-ma! Bou-ma! Bou-ma!"
She rolled off. Her feet were pointing towards his head and his legs were near her face. She watched his cock semi-limp and receding, little dribbles of cum still flowing. He was a towering sexual dynamo. She stared in fascination at that specimen of manhood. On impulse she reached out and slid her hand up and down his cock as it wound down.
He shuddered in pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed the cylinder of his cock and he shivered again. She looked up at her father-in-law who was looking down at her.
"Baba. Hoye gayache. Let's go," she slowly sat up. Her clothes were everywhere. Typical of her, she did not wear everything. She just wound the saree around herself. Her nipples, still erect from the wild arousal were clearly visible. Her crotch was soaked and in its dampness the cloth stuck to her.
Baba lay back and watched as her luscious body barely cloaked, moved and bobbed around with purpose. She was delicious! He watched when she leaned to find her panties. Her breasts swung freely. He twitched with desire. He knew he could want her all night long.
Her bra was somewhere under him and as she found it her face came close to his slowly reviving cock. She looked sideways at him, a smile on her face.
Shaking her head, she crept down the stairs hoping she would not be spotted in this saree that barely her concealed her ravaged body.