The proceedings of that night both exhausted them as well as caused some concern.
Baba knew he had been noisy and demanding in his fucking, exhausting his daughter in law quite completely. Paru had been wrung dry by the energy and the inventiveness of the old man.
Both were also aware of the brazenness of what they had done. It was easy to be discovered. Any one could have come to the terrace where they had fucked for hours. They could have been spotted by neighbors. And neither of them was sure that they had not been heard. Each of them, while cumming had screamed out orgasms and pleasure. Who knew?
And then Paru remembered her walk down the stairs. She carried her undergarments in one clutched hand. The other hand held the saree which was just playing the role of a sheet covering her body. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs the hand with which she held the cloth to her crotch was damp with all sorts of sexual fluids.
There was a steady stream of cum - his and hers - leaking out of her. Baba had deposited seed that belied his age. It seemed as if he came in gallons. If she had bumped into anyone, her ravaged state would have been immediately apparent. At one point, her bra fell from her hand and when she bent to pick it up, the barely adequate garment covering her body fell, too and she was almost completely nude expect for that part she was clutching to her crotch.
Hastily she made her way to her room, abandoning the attempt to cover herself as she entered her bedroom. Her husband Deepu was fast asleep. Mixed perspiration, mixed cum, dried semen in some places, wet fluids in other places - and it was not as if she wanted to wash it all off. She wanted to wear his aroma and other parts she wanted to clean so she could sleep...
After this wild night of sex and lust, both of them stayed away from each other for half a day. But half a day was all that they could manage.
All morning while she went around her household chores her mind was on the various ways in which her father in law had fucked her. She wondered about how he could be so virile. And her thoughts immediately went to the girth she struggled to accommodate.
And then she thought of how she had fucked him. If he wasn't experimenting with positions with her, then she had been taking him differently. For instance, climbing on his cock with her back to him was a new variation she came up with ...
She was amazed and shy to note that her cunt had started flowing again, sore or not.
On his part, Baba found his erection unabated. After he had rested a while, around dawn when he awoke, he immediately became aware of his cock being erect. Through the morning he found that his erection returned time and again. He could not keep his mind of his daughter in laws breasts, her wide ass and the way they had fucked in every conceivable position. He licked around his lips and thought he tasted her still. Parts of his moustache were brittle from her cum having dried on him. He loved every detail of the memory of the long night of lust.
But he did not want to be found fucking his son's wife like this - so rampant and so animal. He kept pressing down his cock and found some relief.
Restraints broke when Paru brought paan to his bedroom after lunch. She need not have - she could have sent it through someone else. But the furnace between her legs, the lovely soreness, the desire to feel intense pleasure again drew her to his room.
(A paan is a post meal digestive which consists of the betel nut, soaked and softened with various sweeteners and mild tobacco added sometimes, wrapped in betel leaves. It's a mildly intoxicating to some. And mildly sexually arousing to others.)
What happened next was spontaneous.
He was lying back reading the newspaper of the day. She came and sat down on the large double bed and held out the paan, her hand extended. His erection had been almost permanent all morning - receding only to rise again at the memory of the wild sexual tryst. God, he wanted her!
At the sight of her, it assumed its fullest proportions. His eyes darted to her bosom which was partially covered by her saree and inadequately contained by her blouse. The same sexual surge that was seen in his erection caused her to breathe heavily - her bosom to heave.
Her throat dried with fascination and her hand reached out. She noticed that his cock was full and standing at attention unrestrained by any underwear.
"You are wearing nothing underneath," she murmured. Her hand parted the folds of his dhoti and delicately stroked him. Her fingers tickled his skin under his sac, his scrotum and then the trunk of his magnificent erection. As she reached the engorged head her fingers felt the slick moistness of his pre-cum. It seemed like a perennial fountain to her. He was never dry, rarely flaccid.
"You must be tired," he replied. He grasped her shoulders and swung her over and back onto the pillows. He had ignored the paan. Who needed an intoxicant with a sexy woman like his daughter-in-law at hand?
As she flounced on the pillow her hair spread out under her head. The sindoor smeared with the damp of perspiration, her heaving bosom and her radiant face were intoxicating enough.
"The door is open wide," she whispered. But the excited glow on her face betrayed no alarm.
"You mean finish quickly?" he asked nuzzling her breast. He couldn't find her nipple - perhaps she was wearing a bra. "When have we ever finished quickly?" he asked rhetorically.
"But we have to," she breathed heavily, her lust demanding that she be fucked.
She raised her hips to bunch up her saree offering him access. He hoisted himself and holding his erection - wow! It was larger in these late years much more than he ever remembered, she was one hot bitch! - found her bubbling hot cunt. In, he sank.
"Aah!" they both sighed. "Why did we not fuck in the morning?" he grunted in her ear.
"You were shy!" she thrust up at him.
"You were busy!" he fucked back.
She grabbed his shoulders and urged him on. He obligingly set up a cadence that caused the welled up love juices in her to pour.
"That's what makes you tired," he said as he fucked her in fluid strokes.
"Never tired for you, baba," she whispered holding him tight as he plundered her - again. The last few days were all about fucking his old man with the vigor of a young stud. "Do I feel like I am tired?" she asked rhetorically, fucking him back with energy.
Unless she fucked him hard, he was unconquerable. And the room door was wide, wide open and the house was full of people. That thin curtain formed a minimal screen for something as wild, illicit and animal as the way they were fucking.
"Come here," he said suddenly, with a new urgency. He withdrew and she felt desperate at the vacuum in her cunt. Pulling her to the edge of the bed he hoisted her rump onto a heap of cushions.
"We don't have time for all this," she cried out feeling excitement and apprehension all at once.
He paid no heed. He raised one leg of hers over his shoulder, spreading her cunt wide open. Standing there, his dhoti unraveling to his feet he thrust in to her hard and demanding.
"Ui ma!" she whimpered as he plundered her. He fucked so well! She loved this. She wanted this day and night. She gave in to his thrusting and took her pleasure, unable as she was in her position to thrust back.
She admired his virility - way beyond men half his age, she felt. But did he have to demonstrate this now. "Aiee maaa!" she yelped and then urgently she stuffed her saree pallo into her mouth to avoid screaming her pleasure out loud. Her eyes were fixed on that door but it was not as if she could do anything if someone walked in.
Unmindful of all the risk, Baba bared her ass, round and plump. Spreading it even as he continued his fucking he dipped his thumb in a shallow dish of oil and kneaded that plump lovable buttock. As he kneaded her she stuffed more and more of her saree into her mouth.
The round, deep circles his thumb was making on her buttock on the inner cheek felt as if it was a partner to his plunging cock. Sometimes his thumb went as far as the point at which his cock plunged in. sometimes his thumb took space at the entrance to her cunt, spreading her ever more, making his cock more effective at plundering her.
She sobbed in pleasure. "Ah! Ah! Ah! What are you doing?" she pleaded.
But nothing that she had ever experienced with her father-in-law prepared her for what happened next. The thumb at each circling massage, started to caress her anus. And with one more dip of oil, the dripping thumb prised her open and sank in to her anus.
"Ui ma! Baba! You are ...you are... You are!" she was at a loss for words. "Baba you made your daughter in law lust like a whore, baba! I am your bitch. You are taking me everywhere!" she wailed loudly.
Baba fucked her with his cock and his thumb in synchronicity and he felt his cock on the other side of her flesh and she felt the combined pressure.
Gripping his wrist Paru sobbed in pleasure and release.
"Baba! Baba! This is too much!" she pleaded.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and they watered - teared but not quite tears. He was squeezing every imaginable fluid out of her.
Once again for the nth time in the last 48 hours she felt her body going into melt. Her entire universe was reduced to that core inside her which seemed to have gone over an edge.
She gave up, gave in and was a limp rag doll convulsing into which her father in law continued to thrust and pound, unmindful of all but her pleasure.
As her pleasure receded she felt the need to return the favor of intense sex with some of her. Equally important he didn't seem to want to finish and yet, she thought she knew how to conquer him.
She hoisted herself up and tugged at him. Baba eased his thumb out of her anus and she found her body humming, vibrating asking for that thumb back. He slowly eased back his unrelenting cock and as her flesh folded close, she felt her body aching for his thickness. As he let her leg go the wide angle at which he had held her closed and she felt the need to be wanton like that spread leg symbolized.
But right now it was time to manage that door. And the best way to do that was fuck him into submission and a finish.
She pushed her man back. It was now his rump on the heap of pillows, his cock thrust up and erect. She mounted him and found that her body was on a slope of cushions, her ass high in the air as her cunt tried to capture the cock.
It was sublime as his cock raked up into her in a very different angle. She felt the moistness in her ass and felt the need to be filled - it had felt good, being massaged from within. The cock and thumb were good in rhythm.
It was his turn to moan and scream and like a typical male he was indiscreet where she was the archetypical Indian woman, taking her pleasure somewhat demurely, though her father-in-law had made her lust like a bitch in extreme heat.
She fucked down hard and quickly, willing him to cum. His hands crushed her breasts through her blouse and bra. He tried unhooking them but she slapped his hands away. In this condition, if she stood up her saree would fall and cover them. But with her bra open and breasts, hanging - no way!
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" she panted as she fucked.
"Bau-ma! My dearest! You sexy wench! Hai! Hai! Hai! Diye! Amarke Diye!" he responded.
They could be heard. Or they could be spotted easily.
And they were. It was her son, Babul. Baba's grandson. And what attracted him were the urgent whispers, grunts and moans. And occasional whoops of sexual joy and pleasure.
From an angle of gap between curtain and door he tried to glimpse what was going on.
He saw a shadowy figure- of a man fucking. That he was fucking was in no doubt. While Babul was unmarried he was no virgin. He had had enough sex to know what he had spotted. He just could not make out who it was but was very curious.
When the woman got up and threw the man down and mounted him, he could see that it was his mother. Ma was riding the man so that would have to be his dad. But who had he spotted downstairs in front of the TV? He leaned to look and found that his dad was indeed down there. The man was someone else.
Hands grabbed Ma's breasts and kneaded them. His mother whispered, "Baba, Jaldi! Be quick!"
And he heard the man reply, "Bau-ma! I cannot get enough of you!"
Her sumptuous round ass was up in the air as she fucked like a whore. Then she said, "That oil and your thumb...I wish you could fill my cunt and ass at the same time!"
Babul felt completely aroused. Ma was fucking someone else and she was wild and wanton in her lust.
It reminded him of that rainy day many years ago.
He had been playing football and was injured in the groin. Ma had 'helped' him and he had his first experience of a woman. A hand other than his own had worked him to an orgasm.
He could not get his mind off that. He masturbated several times each day at that memory but knew that whatever had happened was one-off and anything more in his wild imagination was sinful.
One day shortly after, he sat there on the staircase in his lungi. His erection was rampant as it usually was nowadays as he was discovering sex and experimenting by himself.
And running up the stairs came Moni, the woman who lived in the flat above theirs, when they lived in that apartment block. She was wet from an early morning shower. She was returning from dropping her young son at school. The boy was late and had missed his school bus.
She needed to rush to drop him on her scooter. In her hurry she dressed in her blouse and saree but decided to skip her bra. She was not going to get down and she was coming right back. She wound her saree tightly, covering her breasts and tucked it in her waistband.
All that came to nothing in the sudden shower and accompanying wind on the return. Her saree tuck came unwound and the rain wet her through. The water was chill and her nipples rose to a tart erection, jutting through the blouse.
Moni rushed back and ran up the stairs to make it home. And as she looked up the stairs to be sure no one would spot her, she saw Babul, his legs apart, the angle up helping her look up his lungi. She was the young man's hard cock and she felt an urge.
They knew each other. Lots of friendliness and playful banter. She was only a few years older and that put them in the same age group though she was married and had a kid.
The smile she flashed him was spontaneous. It was a 'guess what' smile.
And then she noticed his eyes. They were on her breasts. Stuck to her skin, wet and extremely revealing, particularly those hard nipples still erect from the chill. Involuntarily, Babul licked his lips, overtly signaling his sexual desire.
As she passed him, she squeezed his shoulder. She looked down, not bothering to cover her young, firm and aroused breasts.
He looked up - not at her but at every man's fascination - her breasts. They stuck to the damp blouse. The nipples were well outline. Here and there the cloth was so closely stuck that he was indeed looking at her bare breasts. He wanted those teats running through this lips...
His cock was now raging and he involuntarily pressed it down. She looked at that movement of his hand. A gentle tug at his tee and she was gone.
He followed her up to her flat. When he reached the door, he found it ajar. She was inviting him. He shut the door behind him and went looking for her. She was waiting, saree gone and in blouse and petticoat. Her breasts were staring at him through that fine gauze like cloth.
"Come," she said in a soothing voice. It started with the freedom to undo her blouse and play with her breasts. When he was done sucking and tugging at those nipples, she held his chin and asked him what he would like next.
He said nothing. She guided his hand under her petticoat and let him feel her pussy and cunt, hair and all. His fingers in her hand, she made him part her lips, which he copied hesitantly.
"Virgin?" she asked. He nodded in the affirmative.
She held his hand and walked him to her bed. Moni was a seductress extraordinaire. The man she married had been fucked by her so thoroughly that she had enslaved him before the engagement ceremony.
Her husband was not her first sexual partner. He was not going to be her last in a few moments more.
She undid her petticoat and let it drop to the floor. "Did you lock the front door?" she asked. He did not answer her immediately. His eyes drank in the luscious sight of her chocolate breasts and the vale between her legs. The dark curls there hid what he wanted to see the most - her cunt.
"I shut it," he replied. Lock? He did not know.
She went like that - no petticoat, blouse hanging open to check on the front door. When she turned after locking it, he was upon her, mashing his lips to hers. His hands amateurishly probed her pubic area, not knowing what to look for.
They fell to the floor right there. She lay back and undid his lungi. Holding his cock she guided him to his target and spreading herself wide invited him to push.
It was awkward and nervous for him as was to be expected. Added to that was the disturbance he felt when people passed on their way just on the other side of the door. It didn't bother her. She had once fucked her college professor and they were behind the cupboards of the staff room. It was after hours and they heard many people come and go, pick up things and chatter on their way out. They fucked undeterred.
On the landing outside the door where the married Moni and the boy Babul were fucking, someone paused and rang the bell, too. He stopped his tentative fucking. Her hips took over. Holding his face she pulled him down to her breast desperate for her own release.
"Pay attention," she hissed, like an impatient tutor. With her hips testing his stamina with relentless fucking, he came - too soon for her.
But that was fine.
A short while later she laid him on her marital bed, on his back. His erection was back. She knew that would happen. That was how it had been with the milk delivery boy whose virginity she had taken when still in the first year of college. He got erect again immediately and they fucked several times that first day for him.
She rode him and took her pleasure, holding his hands to her own breasts. He touched them worshipfully at first. Then he tugged at those nipples. Then he pinched the mass of flesh. Then he mashed her tits against her chest. When he was done, her breasts bore marks of his mindless mauling. But she loved the pain and ardor that came with the pain.
When he came, he filled her fully. When she stood up, the cock was barely diminished-her cunt and body reddened and damp. She could have sat back on him and he would have been up inside her in a jiffy. But she had to go.
"Come again before he returns home," she said getting off him and hooking up her blouse again. He did. Several times each day for several months till suddenly Moni's husband was transferred.
"He doesn't ... do this with you?" he asked out of curiosity.
"Do what?" she asked impishly.
"This," he stammered.
"You mean does he not FUCK me?" she looked at him laughingly. "He has needs, he fucks. I fuck him back."
"And me?" he asked in a tremulous voice, as if their vibrant sex life was a threat to him.
She reached down and gently lifted the weight of his cock. "This hard, so soon. This much cum regularly. This much enthusiasm for pleasure," she whispered, pumping him as she spoke that last sentence. "Not with him. Only you," she lied, knowing what men wanted to hear from their woman.
Later she sat on a sideboard with her legs on a chair she had placed in front. Her legs were on the back of the chair. Her cunt was spread and open on offer. She sat the boy on the chair between her legs. The untutored, inexperienced novice had his head held by the hair and she thrust him between her legs.
"Eat," she commanded. When he tried to bite her she modified her instruction.
"Lick," she urged him, with better results. She found it necessary to hold her lips apart so he licked all the right spots.
"Suck," she tried and found him following her instructions perfectly.
He wasn't skilled but he followed her correctly and was certainly persistent. His persistence led to her explosive orgasm, which startled him but with her holding his head hard and in place he soon relaxed. If she was holding him so close, there was no need to panic, he supposed.
She drenched him with her flooding was she was a squirter. Sliding down from the sideboard she landed on his lap, taking his cock up and deep into her.
"Aunteeeeee!" screamed the young man at the unexpected assault.
Now his rewards for being a good student. She fucked him to his hearts content as he played, sucked, tugged and milked her breasts. "Moni! Moni! Moni!" she yelped, telling him to call her by her name.
When he came, it was a helpless release as she plundered him.
"Moni! Moni! Moneeeee!" he whimpered as his cock gave it up and he filled her insides.
On other occasions it was missionary style with her training him on rhythm, cadence and other nuances.
Another morning, when he crept in she had aligned a couch to a full-length mirror. She felt in his pants and felt the hard-on she was now accustomed to. He was aroused by the time he arrived. From the moment the door opened, she reckoned.
While his mother protested his long absences, she was also mystified by his absence with any of the para (street) boys whom she regularly passed on her way to and from shopping.
Her boy was gone but he was not with the boys of the locality.
Little did she know that two floors up, he was spilling his seed with a married woman, in every way that a man could with a woman. And soon enough, in every orifice he could.
When Moni was in need, she would mouth his cock to its next erection so she could get fucked immediately and again. She always mouthed with a lot of saliva and while at college that professor liked to cum in her mouth, the young Babul knew not of that.
She would have to teach him that he could cum in her mouth too, just as she was about to teach him the doggy style of fucking.
"Fuck me from behind," she told the confused young man. "Come behind me" she said to him once it became clear that he didn't know what she meant. The amateur positioned himself behind her and smeared his juices all over her ass, not knowing what to do next.
She reached under and found his cock and bending forward guided him to her cunt. She gasped triumphantly when he speared her. She looked up into the mirror in front of them. He was looking down, concentrating on where his cock had disappeared. She rocked back on him.
"Now fuck,"she said. He fucked like he did her normally, with vigor and simply ended slipping out. She moaned in despair. Patiently she guided him back in.
"Don't pull out fully or as much!" she advised him. "And when thrusting back, thrust hard!" She had rewarded him so well for following her instructions perfectly that he fucked as instructed and felt her quiver.
"Look at us," she urged him, ever the voyeur. In the mirror, he could see her - mouth open and gasping as she fucked back at him. Her breasts hung and swung. Moni slowed down and reached for his hand and placed it on her abdomen. Here, he could feel himself and the tremors inside her womb. She was cumming continuously.
Then she paused to lead his hands to her breasts. Now he held her like he was riding a pony. Their eyes met in the mirror and he fucked her to a finish till they collapsed on the couch in a heap. She turned over and took him into her arms and they slept like that intertwined.
She awoke first, shimmied down to his groin and gave him his first blowjob in which he came into her mouth. He wasn't going to cum in a hurry after that doggy-fuck. She masturbated and mouthed him alternately and then bringing him near cumming with her fist closed her mouth on him as he spilled into her.
As they fucked more, the young man confidently held the housewife's head as he guided her to mouth him better. Moni now knew she was going to reap the rewards of teaching him well.
There was a pleasure in taking a virgin's virginity. In teaching. And a pleasure quite different in being plundered by a confident young man. Just as there had been a unique pleasure in making old men helpless in sex, like that professor...
And then came the event that equipped him now for the idea that sprang to him as he watched Ma fuck the man he could not identify.
He had come to Moni in the middle of the night as her husband was traveling on work. If during the day Moni was a patient and sensuous teacher who taught the art of giving pleasure and took her own fees in pleasure then at night she was a wild, wanton woman.
Some nights lasted from the moment her child went to sleep till the milkman's arrival at dawn. Through the night they progressed from one style of fucking and source of the pleasure to the next till they had exhausted options and themselves.
This night was going to be similar. Babul had slept in the afternoon as he often did when such a night lay ahead. He also found such days hard to manage as his cock stayed aroused unabated in anticipation of the fuck-fest to come.
When he entered using his spare key, he found her sitting in the hall, watching TV, her legs tucked under, knees drawn under her chin. When she saw him she held her hands out calling to him to come as if she had been waiting all evening just as eagerly.
And when he came to her, she slid to the floor and pulled at his shorts, letting them drop to his ankles. She nibbled at the erect penis along its trunk till she came to the head making him wet with her saliva. His hand came to her head and he gently rocked into her, taking his pleasure as she had taught him. "You know where your cock needs stimulation. Its my mouth not my cunt. Just be gentle and take your pleasure" she had said.
He did just a few strokes of that when she stopped him and led him to the couch where he mounted her from behind and they watched each other in the mirror ahead.
Once again she turned to face him and smeared him with more saliva.
"Do not touch that or dry yourself," she ordered him and then she turned around and spread her knees and offered him her ass. He reached under and his palm found that long stretch of pubic hair and the smoldering, steaming long slit within. His fingers turned moist with her juices. He knew where her pussy was but he was never really able to spear her with his cock.
This time when he placed his cock along the cunt waiting for her hands to magically insert him, she did nothing of the sort.
"Find my other hole," she said to him, her voice thickening at the lusty thought of being plundered.
"What?" he asked, bewildered.
"My anus!" she whispered urgently. She held a dildo in one hand of which he did not know the use at that time.
He was shocked. He did not know any of this. She moved back against him, prodding, jousting and coaxing his cock. "You are losing my saliva. I need lubrication!" she whimpered.
He searched and found the target. Instinctively he added his own saliva to hers on his cock. He placed his bulbous cockhead against the small entrance and pushed hesitantly and then stopped.
If this was her cunt this was the point at which she would fuck back with vigor and take him inside in full. Today she merely nudged and rotated her ass.
"Push," she urged him. He held her hips and winced in discomfort as the sphincter proved tight in its grip. Valiantly he nosed further. She wiggled. Progress was made.
He looked up from his endeavors to see how she was taking it, looking for her face in the mirror. He noted that she was lot more upright than when he was in her cunt. Then, she would be completely down, gripping cushions as she dealt with the searing pleasure of the fucking. Her face would be down and her ass up.
Right now, her entire front was visible to him. Those breasts he kissed, held and sucked were now visible to him but her eyes were screwed shut. The dildo in her hand was switched on and she was massaging herself between her legs... running it on her cunt gently.
She shivered and pumped a bit.
"Come on!" she urged him on. "Show some aggression!"
"I don't want to hurt you," he said hoarsely.
She raised one leg to the back of the couch spreading herself as widely as she could. "Now fuck!" she commanded adopting the tone of voice which she knew with him got the desired results.
Holding her hips firmly he drove a bit more. And she gave. He was in deeper. She gasped in pleasure and handed him a small jar of ointment. "Add this now!" she whimpered and closed her eyes again focusing on her own intense pleasure. Her hand slid the dildo in to her cunt and Babul felt the vibrations on his cock.
As he added lubricant he sank in deeper and deeper till her ass was against his tummy.
He now was able to let go her hips and claim those lovely breasts in his hand. She stuck the dildo deep inside her and let go and her hands joined his.
They moved in unison, as she rode his cock anally. The ring gripped his cock beautifully and Babul came in her quickly - waiting as he had been all day.
She fucked him all through, moaning and mewling like an animal and letting the dildo fuck her relentlessly.
They rolled off the couch and slept there on the floor till they were ready to be animals again.
And that lesson in taking a woman anally came to him as he saw the sumptuous ass stuck in the air as Ma took the unknown man in and fucked in uncontrolled fashion.
The couple on the bed was unabated in their thrusting and while pleasure seemed rampant no end seemed in sight.
Moni had eventually moved away from the neighborhood handing her young lover off to a friend. But after Moni till tonight, Babul had never fucked any one anally again.
He stepped forward, ever the gourmand that Moni had made him in their long and detailed training sessions.
Ma was perfectly poised for being taken from behind - he just needed to climb that mountain of cushions.
Babul was dizzy with sexual desire and climbed on kneeling on the heap on which his grandfather's ass was mounted so that his cock could reach up deep into his daughter-in-law's cunt.
His kneeling made the cushions unstable and attracted the attention of the two lovers who were till then engrossed in shouting out their pleasure.
Before they could react, Babul was upon her. He pinned her down by her neck and with the expertise borne of the number of times he had fucked Moni's ass on command and then he penetrated her ass for the initial bit.
To Paru it felt like Baba's thumb and she gasped in shock and pleasure. Babul was surprised by the moist oily lubrication already in her anal passage. He pressed forward pinning her down further, pressing her onto her father in law below.
"Baba!" gasped Paru in horrified and pleasurable shock to her father-in-law. "Someone has entered me!"
She pushed back as if to throw him off but merely ended fucking his cock with her ass.
"I am inside you!" insisted the old man thrusting up into her to assure himself that this was the case.
"Not my cunt!" she sobbed, pinned between the two fucking generations.
"Then where?" asked her father-in-law bewildered.
"In my ass," she sobbed wincing in pain and moaning in pleasure "Aah! Baba - I am being killed! Who is this?"
She knew not. Neither did he. Babul realized that the man under Ma was probably his grandfather.
As Baba paid attention to what his daughter-in-law was saying he thought he felt something inside her, behind the wall of her womb. It was the other man moving, throbbing, pulsating and sliding in and out.
It turned him on immensely and he fucked back hoping that the other could feel him in the same way. His hands had been on her breasts but now they roamed. He encountered Babul's hands which were on his mother's hips holding her firm so he could fuck her as he pleased.
The men gripped hands and as the father-in-law fucked up the son fucked down.
"Stop him! Who is he?" wailed Paru as she felt her insides massaged in every possible way. Instead her father in law gripped harder and fucked with greater ferocity.
Each tried to pound Paru better and she became a ragged, limp doll fucked from either end.
She gave in, unable to counter the weight of the unknown man behind her. She fell limply as the strong man under thrust upward and was able to throw her up, causing her anal passage to grind back on the invading cock. She wanted to stop the brutal if pleasurable anal assault but instead her father-in-law's actions accelerated the fucking.
"You dirty old man!" she sobbed into her father-in-law's lips. "Instead of stopping him, you are fucking me harder. Ah! Argh!" she wept as the men took her as if in vengeance.
The old man inserted his hand between them and scooped some of the mess she was making onto two fingers and brought it up for her to see. "Look! This is your reaction! You want this, bau-ma!" he gasped. The pressure from the man on his daughter-in-law was transmitting to him as he paused. Hands from behind claimed Paru's breast and she was kneaded and mauled. Baba added his lips and the man above fed the nipples to the old man. He sucked. Both of them fucked and the woman sandwiched in the middle screamed orgasm after orgasm.
"Oh! Ah! You bastards! Fuck me! Take me! Kill me!" she sobbed as her cunt melted and she came in torrents.
"Stop! Oh! Gah! Ah! Stop!" she sobbed wrung dry by now.
She wriggled to escape the man behind her and her cunt twisted and turned on Baba's rampaging cock. Her cunt felt sore and on the brink of another - impossible! _- Orgasm.
She wriggled to escape Baba's insatiable cock and she ended up twisting and turning on the cock in her anus. It hurt, it burned and it transmitted pleasure to each nipple, each root hair and her entire cunt bubbled up again.
She turned this way and her cunt was ravaged. She turned that way and it was her anus. She thrashed about wildly, completely raw and ravaged and when she felt both men shudder she knew this could make them cum.
Summoning energy from within she threw herself about twisting and turning. In the process she hurt and pleasured herself and the two men. They came within seconds of each other.
Each grabbed the two others and the woman in the middle fell limp and took in the surge of semen.
She was filled. She was sobbing in submission and intense pleasure. Baba spurted deep in her womb - surely he was going to impregnate her? Babul spilled into her ass and everything squelched and flowed over.
When he collapsed in his orgasm he crushed Ma and Baba under him. "Aaah! Argh! Unhh! Take!" he said through gritted teeth as his cock released.
Finally Paru was able to push the man assaulting her rear off as his cock receded and slipped out. She rolled away to the other side, he rolled the other way and the three of them lay back, facing the ceiling.
"Fuckers! That was beautiful! You bastards you have fucked me so raw that I cannot go near my husband for weeks! Oh my god! Baba you filled my womb! What if I get pregnant? And who are you? No one ever took me anally! And if I had known it was so beautiful..." Her voice trailed off. It was beautiful even as it ached her.
She raised herself on her elbow to look at both men. Baba looked at her hanging breasts. He himself was red and raw from the fucking. Paru looked beyond and was shocked to see that the other man was her own Babul. She looked down and saw his completely tamed cock - the same cock she had masturbated for his relief years ago.
"Babul!" she gasped, in shock. She had been fucked by her son! An illicit fuck in an illicit channel. Her ass felt pleasurably sore. She slapped her father-in-law's semi-cock lightly with anger which not entirely faux, "All because of you!"
The men were in no shape to get up.
But a woman has always things to do. Paru woke. Sore cunt, sore anus and mauled tits did not prevent her from staggering to her feet. Muscles ached and she once again found herself covering herself in parts with shreds of clothes.
Thighs quivered, body ached as she left her father-in-law's lair. The fucking had crossed all limits but it had been, she had to admit, fabulous pleasure.
Next morning when Deepu, Paru's husband abruptly handed grandfather and grandson their tickets to leave, he explained, "My wife says she cannot handle both of you. Its too much for her."
Only his wife, his father and his son knew the real meaning of that statement.