The Masala Time

 It all came to be because the house was full. Children were visiting with their own toddlers and his father had come to visit them. And because the house was full Deepu couldn't get enough of his wife Paromita. And because he couldn't get enough he was like an untamed bull.

And that led to the brash decision to fuck on the kitchen floor. The rest of what followed was not known to him.

She was sitting on the kitchen floor, grinding masala for tomorrow's hilsa fish curry and it was late night. As it is with Bengali households dinner ended late. One by one all the family members went to bed and the lady of the house, after clearing the dishes and putting away things was getting a lead on next day's intended menu.

She sat on the floor, her saree pulled up naturally and was using the heavy grinding stone on the slab below to make the masala paste for tomorrow. A day in advance not only saved time but also somehow made the mix more pungent and potent.

She would wake her husband early to go get the fish fresh from the first catch. As he came by she opened her mouth to say just that. But he had come not to be told an early morning errand. He had come to see what his Paru was doing. And there she was, dress pulled up and by accident so far up that he could practically see the deep dark recesses where he loved to linger.

"What?" she asked.

"You are looking sexy," he commented. She knew that remark and its implications. She looked down. Yes, her pallo had slipped and her enormous cleavage was on display. She gingerly held one edge of her saree to pull it up without getting the turmeric on it and smiled at him impishly. "Brat!" she said.

He nodded lower, at her thighs. Soft, plump thighs which he liked to kiss and nibble on his way up to paradise.

She shook her head. There was still work to be done. Not one to help much but wanted it all. Just another day in just another Indian family.

He came and sat next to her and slipped his hand around her bare torso. "Its been days," he whispered feverishly.

"The house is full," she replied, going vigorously at the masala causing her breasts to jiggle. He eyed her thirstily.

"But now every one is asleep," he said letting his hand fall on her bare thigh. It was a test to see if she protested. She was busy but he interpreted that as 'not a no'.

"Come, lets fuck," he said, abandoning all shyness for that was the only way this would work.

"Issh!" she said. He slipped his hand further up and gave her a squeeze. He knew that spot and it hit her - she tingled, paused and looked at him. She kissed him open mouthed and went back to her masala grinding. He put his hand on her breast and turned toward her, pressing his hard cock against her thigh.

"Now look at that," she joked. He rubbed himself harder. "Come on," he said hoarsely, desperately.

While they were into their 50s, Deepu and Paru's sex life was doing just fine. Paru remained bogged down by housework and opportunities were few and far between. But when he wanted it, he became daring and they did quite a few adventurous things to find their privacy. The bath, the terrace, the garage and even their car backseat - all had found favor to fuck when his need was at a peak.

Today, it seemed was the turn of the kitchen. The kitchen had never happened before because it was an open plan kitchen and was the riskiest. But today it seemed the only option because of the full house.

She looked at him with some sympathy. He didn't hassle her much but when he wanted, he really wanted the fuck. And then nothing had ever stopped him. She could see that lust in his eyes and it stirred her loins, too.

She smeared the masala on her hands on the edge of the flat stone she was using. Then she reached for her kitchen cloth and wiped her hands as best as she could. Turning to Deepu she whispered, "We have to as quiet as we can," a gleam of excitement shone through.

Deepu nodded. He lifted his hips and slid out of his pajamas. His cock leaped out of its lair as he did so. Paru involuntarily licked her lips and hoisting herself on to his legs wiggled up pulling up her saree and the petticoat within. She wore no panties, as was often the case with many Indian housewives around the house. If she wore a bra it was only because there were so many people in the house and the thin cotton fabric of her blouses were insufficient to hide her large brown areolas and nipples at the center.

She slid on to him and when near, reached between to push his cock down with just two of her fingers to align it to her cunt. She winced, unprepared as she was with the lack of foreplay. There was no time and she knew she would juice up in no time at all. Holding him down with those two fingers delicately she inched forward, a picture of concentration.

He too looked down as his cock disappeared into her bushy pubis and then he felt her tight and dry. She wiggled her hips and a moistness lubricated the head. His cock added its own drops of precum and she wiggled and hoisted her on some more. He was now well snagged into her love canal.

She now put her arms around his shoulders and hoisted herself well so that she could slide down on his waiting cock. She sank down on him and they both sighed contently as he embedded in her fully. With practiced ease, they made rowing movements which caused her to slide down and up fluidly and soon a soppy wetness enveloped his cock.

"Paru! I want to feel more of you," he whispered into her lips.

"How?" she asked fucking him smoothly to achieve a quick end minimizing the risk of discovery.

"Remove your petticoat. I want to feel your skin on mine," he moaned, as she pleasured him well.

"Look at you!" she teased. "Like a newly wed on his first fuck!"

"Each time I see you I feel like that," he replied with urgency thrusting harder up into her. She brought her heels on to his back and squeezed the cock, grinding on him.

And then she leaned back giving herself space to unwind the garment and proceeded to lift the petticoat over her head and cast it aside. Her stomach bore all the marks of two pregnancies and years of benign neglect. But Deepu loved that softness against his own belly. He closed the gap ever more and Paru lurched forward back onto him.

A few fucks later it was the turn of the blouse. Hunching his back Deepu tried to suck on her breasts. Large, heavy mammaries they sagged as much from the feeding of her own babies as they did from years of Deepu suckling on them. Thick nipples, a large dark areola around them and the sheer volume of flesh excited her husband no end.

"Remove this!" he begged her.

"Deepu," she said in an alarmed whisper. "I will have no way to cover myself in time if anyone came here."

"We are on the floor, somewhat covered by the work shelf," he said, tugging at the fabric even as he lipped the breasts searching for her nipple.

"Only somewhat," she hissed. Once again she leaned back, glancing down to see his cock still embedded the visible pillar coated with a whitish mix of fluids. She rapidly undid the hooks and her breasts sagged in their weight now unsupported by the blouse panels. She reached behind and undid the bra clasp letting them fall under their weight only to be caught mid-fall by a grateful and hungry Deepu.

She loved his teasing lips each time and holding his head she luxuriated in his ministrations and fed him for a few moments like he was her child.

And then it was time again to focus on fuck and finish. She put her arms around his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him and began a rhythmic fucking that had the desired effect on him.

As he neared his crisis his eyes were squeezed shut and his face screwed up in concentration as his mind focused on the center of his universe on the head of his cock. A little more and they would normally have stopped to tongue, suck, bite and lick allowing the orgasm to recede and continued to fuck for much longer.

But not tonight. Tonight was one of those quick fuck-to-a-finish.

She let him lean back on his hands. She raised her hips placing her feet on the ground behind him. Squatting, her pussy lips gaped open on his cock. With a flexibility belying her physique she pumped down on his cock in fluid continuous strokes.

It was then that she observed some movement on the stairway beyond. Right on the top stood Deepu's dad, her father-in-law, watching. The unusual silence had attracted his attention. He knew his daughter-in-law had not finished her duties. But suddenly the sounds of grinding stones, vessels and other households sounds dropped away and he could only hear some possible scuffling sounds.

Deepu was groaning as he was nearing a crescendo. Paru herself was fluidly reaching her own release. She had no choice but to continue and she wondered about how much eh could see from the top of the stairs.

While if they had lain down and fucked they might have got away, because she had hoisted herself and was on her haunches, squatting down and thrusting in a fucking motion she was a lot higher.

Baba could see his daughter-in-law leaning forward, her breasts jiggling as she fucked his son. And she seemed to be seething in pleasure. Deepu was leaning back eyes closed in his own world and he did not notice his wife's eyes focusing on the stairs, where his father stood.

Nothing was left to her Baba's imagination as she fucked Deepu to a smooth finish. Her husband spurted into her, lurching forward to hug, hold and clutch in the throes of his orgasm. Paru's legs once again swept around his hip and she pummeled his ass as she often did to extract every drop of his cum.

"Moni maa!" he groaned, smiling and thrusting. There! That name again! Paru never asked but occasionally in his intensity, eyes closed he called out to this person. It might have been a lover, a woman he had fantasized about but going by the phrase, probably a woman that he lost his virginity to way back. Whatever.

Meanwhile her eyes were intently locked with his, Paru and her Baba, Deepu's dad. In her release she let herself go, hugging him tight and after watching the two of them collapse, her father-in-law withdrew back up the stairs.

Next Morning

"My son is very lucky," said the old man, striking up a deliberate conversation with his daughter-in-law.

"How so?" asked Paru matter-of-factly as she intently sliced the fish.

"What were you doing last night?" asked Baba.

"Grinding masala," said Paru ignoring the import of the question.

"Grinding, eh?" murmured the old man. He saw his daughter-in-law in a new light. She appeared intensely sexy to him suddenly.

Paru slapped down the fish on the counter vehemently. She knew how to put an end to this. "Nothing that a man and wife do not do Baba!" she said, looking him in the eye. She brushed past him and went to the fridge to bring out the mustard masala mix she had prepared the previous night.

Feeling put down, the old man silently left. Laying the fish slices into the turmeric and salt mix and giving it some time before she proceeded to fry it, Paru turned to the washing basket. As she took out what she recognized her father-in-law's clothes she spotted the sticky residue of drying cum on his dhoti.

She shook her head, flushed red and put the clothes in to the washing machine and washing her hands a bit more carefully, got back to the fish preparation.

The gravy of mustard, turmeric and red chilly paste was reaching a simmer. She had added two sliced green chillies and now was ready to add the fried fish to the gravy. Fish and fuck, her husband's two favorites. She could do nothing about the other two "f"'s he loved - football and fights. Feed him and fuck him and she could get anything from him, she ruminated.

Her sensuous fingers were rinsing the rice for the steamed rice to go with fish curry when he reappeared in the kitchen.

"I need oil to massage on some of my drying skin," he murmured gently, still smarting from his daughter-in-law's stinging rebuke.

"Oh yes, Baba!" said Paru spontaneously. She quickly warmed a small bowl of oil and handed it to him. Suddenly she found herself wondering about whether it was drying skin or something else.

Their fingers touched briefly and Paru felt he had lingered on more than necessary.

Lunch was had and as Paru continued with her housework she found one more dhoti in Baba's clothes basket, one more semi dried wad of cum. What was going on?

And then she started to notice the long, oddly timed times he spent in the bathroom several times since that night. Over the next several times of day and night it was unmistakable. The old man had been masturbating vigorously and she quite sure it was all to do with the indiscretion of she and her husband.

It was worse than confirmed when she chanced upon him with his room door ajar. There were scuffling sounds and grunts and then a loud whisper 'Paru'. She made bold enough to take a peek and yes, there he was, hands in his lap, head thrown back and seemingly in the throes of a release. She made her quiet exit.

Next Day

He again came for that cup of warmed oil. "The skin is getting coarse," he said.

"What do you do all the time and putting so many clothes for wash?" she asked, her back to him.

"What a single, old widower does," he replied, pleased with his sharp if delayed riposte.

She felt suddenly remorseful. She had been cold to him these last couple of days after the kitchen incident. But even that had been their fault not his. When she turned to demonstrate sympathy he was already gone. Quietly.

She made a point of searching out his clothes and sure enough, in the dhoti, the stains of oil and large deposit of cum were there.

Next Day

"Oil", he said, simply. Communication had dwindled to monosyllables. It was not borne out of any negative emotions on either part. He had started fantasizing about Paru as a lover. His erections had become fiercer and his cumming more copious.

Torn between guilt and desire the old man had withdrawn into himself. He found that his physical abilities were in fact undiminished and his desires much like before. He felt safe, masturbating as he had been for decades now.

It avoided the complications of a woman and the need to explain relationships to his family - as if he had no needs. But what had been adequate in the past proved inadequate to satiate him. In the last few bouts he had achingly called out to Paru, needing the intimate touch and holding of a woman.

She was busy but that was not the real reason for her delayed response to him. The real reason was that she was in two minds. The woman in her was bursting in sympathy. Yes he had been a widower for simply decades. And in their society there was no space to accommodate these bodily needs, be it a man or a woman.

Any relationship after the spouse died was frowned upon in their genteel classes. And if any one found a way it was discreet enough to not disturb the status quo at least outwardly.

What happened next was predictable for sure and even Paru knew that the step she was about to take could only reach one logical conclusion.

"I will get it to the bath, you go," she said. She wanted to provide a human touch of comfort to the old man, that's all. Deep in her mind she very well knew that that was not going to be the end of it. But that is the nature of human tendency - to go forth adventurously.

She knocked on the bathroom door and Baba opened the door with just a small gap as is usual to take the odd forgotten object like a towel or soap.

Boldly Paru pushed it wider. By the time Baba realized what was happening and leaned to block her the door was wide enough for her to push herself partly through. She looked down which was a tactical ploy to let him know that once she had seen him nude there was no point in shutting the door on her.

Not only was he nude but he was erect too. Not only was he erect too, he was large. Paru gasped. He was beautifully endowed and this she felt made the tragedy of his state of need was even more acute.

He looked down at himself and his face went red. He had not shown himself like this to a woman since his wife died.

Paru gently pressed the door father and Baba gave up. She entered and locked the door, fingers on her lips indicating to him to keep quiet.

"I don't see any dry skin," she said impishly looking at this broad chest. Quickly she knelt down and took the oil in both her hands. Gently she cupped his scrotum in her open palms and the oil soaked his balls. Then both hands closed on his shaft and gently spread the oil over his massive cock.

It was a beautiful specimen indeed and Paru felt cheated that having married his son the genes had not flowed through in this department. Her hands went around and she twirled and swirled with magical fingers as the oil was massaged into him.

"Where else?" she asked innocently looking up at Baba. The old man had his hand on his daughter-in-law's head and his own head was thrown back in the pleasure of being touched by someone else.

"Just there," he whispered. He did not ask her to continue. He did not move forward to her mouth which was tantalizingly close. He did nothing. He just stayed put.

His reply was supposed to mean that nothing further was needed. Paru interpreted it as that being the only point of focus. By this time her mind was in a whirl as between her legs the sluice gates had opened. She was wet and hungry from the idea of lodging this cock in to her cunt.

Two children and incessant fucking later she had a wide open pussy and while Deepu was satisfying in himself, the idea of a being bludgeoned by a large, well endowed man who clearly was very, very virile was tempting.

That the man was her father-in-law offered itself as a solution rather than a problem. She felt more certain about discretion if she kept it to him. But she was not thinking that much right now. Right now, looming in front of her, inches away from her face was the heftiest cock she had ever seen and she was not entirely sure about what to do and how to do it.

He was going to masturbate anyway. "Might as well help him with it," she thought and put one hand around his cock. She held his ass with her other hand and was now sideways to his hips.

This allowed her to move her hand rapidly as if she was wielding a pestle. She knew how rapid and smooth she would have to be make him cum quickly. She did not have much time. Soon someone would be looking for her and she could not possible emerge from the same bathroom from which her father-in-law might follow her out.

Her hand moved smoothly over the thick shaft and her eyes remained fixated on what was clearly becoming an object of desire for her. As she fisted down the bulbous head bulged and she imagined that deep in her cunt and shivered.

"Sorry baba," she whispered. "I should not have been so insensitive."

Insensitive? Here was his sexy, sumptuous daughter-in-law doing something he could not have dreamt of asking of her!

"Oh, no!" he sighed, rocking into the hand in rhythm.

"Achcha, now cum," she said to him matter-of-factly. "We don't have enough time."

"Enough time? Enough for what," asked the father-in-law. How he wished he was between her legs and not just in her hand.

"Just cum!" she said, squeezing his ass as if milking it.

"I can think of something if we had more time," ventured Baba.

He looked down and their eyes met. Paru moved her hand rapidly on his cock. This was quickly turning into a race between what she was willing to do and what she and the old man wanted to do. But this was an awkward time of day for her to go missing. She knew there were other times when this might still work. But not right now, when tea and snacks were imminent.

"Cum. Finish," she urged him, her hand moving in a blur. "I am always there."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" cried out Baba. "Is that a promise?" he asked.

She realized that her statement had excited him. She knew she could make him finish with a little more sex-talk or touching. She had been there once before several years ago. Her mind went to that episode as she continued fisting him.

It had been with her son who had injured himself during a football match. The lady doctor who was attending on him told Paru to take him away, her face red with embarrassment. When Paru went into the treatment room she found her son lying there, a strong erection waving in the air.

The rush of blood did not recede and sitting next to him on his bed she decided to solve this before her daughter, older than the boy, came home. She had masturbated him vigorously. And when the boy showed inability to come due to his injury she had kissed him, on the belly, just above his erection and his silken cock had scraped her cheek briefly.

In that one instant his seed flew in the air and he grabbed the sides of the bed, spurting again and again till he lost it all. They never spoke about it and she never did that with him again.

Almost absent mindedly while reminiscing this episode Paru leaned forward and kissed her father-in-law's belly. The old man pushed her head further down. Paru took her lips to the broad pillar sliding through her fist and sucked on it as it passed.

The taste of oil mixed with his precum coated her lips. She continued to kiss and suck as her hand moved forward and back with a steady pace. She adjusted her fist a couple of times and soon found the part of his cockhead that was most sensitive, the part that was going to make him cum.

Slowly she shifted the entire focus of her fisting to cover that erogenous zone and soon she was rewarded with tremors. She needed this to end now. Baba pushed her head further and she quickly took the head in her mouth.

"Beta!" he moaned and his hips rocked, fucking her mouth. HE was so focused on his own pleasure and consumed by it that he was able to shove aside his feelings of guilt over his illicit pleasure.

Paru's head bobbed expertly on the cockhead and her hand which was on his ass squeezed and kneaded his butt. She took her mouth off to tell him, "Come Baba. Its okay." She soothing and cooing in her tones.

"It's for you I am doing this!" she murmured, watching the head reddening.

Suddenly Baba froze but Paru continued to slide her hand and rotate her thumb on his head. She knew his cumming was imminent from the tautness in his ass and the stiffening of his body.

When her fingers probed his ass he spurted in a first big release and his cum shot out and hit the wall across. Her fist flooded with gobs of his cum.

"Beta! Beta! Beta" he sobbed as his body convulsed.

His hand on the back of her head goaded her forward and she again opened her mouth and took him in deep. He groaned loudly and spurted his second shot of cum. He filled her mouth rapidly and she had to open her mouth to let the semen stream out of her mouth.

She continued with her hand sliding on his cock, marveling at how he had to give. It was as if the dimensions of Baba's cock reflect the quantity of release though she knew that was not a scientific fact.

She let his cock slip out continued to masturbate him. The third cum shot was smaller in its spurt but it fell in an arc and there was still enough to impress her.

As he rapidly lost volume he pushed her head back on to his cock. She pursed her lips providing his cock with a channel to ride and he sighed in pleasure as he felt her milking him. A few jerks of his cock she took in her mouth and when she was filled with his seed she let him slide out of her lips, milking him like it was a cow's udder and she let the semen flow down her chin.

Her hands faithfully remained on him, massaging him, giving him pleasure and providing him a full release.

And he again wanted the warm and sucking action of her mouth and guided her back. She mouthed him for the last time, sucking and pushing out of her lips the small jut of flesh that now remained.

Baba shuddered endlessly.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," he murmured rocking back and forth his cock pumping into her willing and waiting mouth.

"Where is your dhoti, Baba?" asked Paru.

"Oh, its new," said Baba, trembling on weak drained legs.

"So were all your others," she noted dryly. She wiped her face, scraped her tongue and rubbed her hands dry on the dhoti.

Baba grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, his face reddening with embarrassment at being told that his activities had been noted by his daughter-in-law. Sporting an erect cock was easy and once it turned flaccid there was an urgent need to cover it. Similarly, everything sexual was easy to wear as a trophy but once he was off the sexual high even his own sexuality was to be closeted.

"Don't come out now," said Paru getting up. Her pussy ached for action but she did what she did right now out of sympathy for her father-in-law. She wanted to be fucked badly but this was not the time. She wanted the father's heavy cock rather than the son's merely adequate one. But she was ready to take whatever she could get in this crowded house.

It was still okay to be spotted with her husband. It would be frightfully dangerous to be found by anyone with her father-in-law.

She opened the bathroom door and watched for a moment. There was no one in the corridor. She slid out.

Later

Baba washed himself and had a bath and by that time he was drained fully and quite tired.

He went and lay down on the bed in his room and did not know when and how he fell asleep. But it was a beautiful sleep. Somewhere deep in that he felt his body abuzz as it remembered her lips and mouth on him. As his body rested fully his cock arose. When he awoke a few hours later, his cock was hungry and he was ready for a full release.

He lay there thinking of his daughter-in-law. It was awfully nice of her to that for him. But it was completely illicit and unconscionable. It was the sheer engorgement and urgency of his need that allowed him to let her do what she did. But not now any more. He should stick to masturbation here onward. His hands crept down as he took charge of himself.

As he stroked himself he felt his erection deflate. It did not feel the same after her hand and mouth on him. He abandoned his effort as there was no pleasure in it. May be he should go mingle with the family a little more rather than the incessant pursuit of pleasure that had consumed his last couple of days.

He wandered out of his room. There was a game of caroms on in the other room. Every one was there. Every one other than Paromita, his Paru.

He went looking for her. He found her in the other bathroom, the one in which the washing machine was installed. She was leaning over loading or unloading clothes. Automatically his eyes rested on her round ass. She was delectable. His erection returned swiftly.

He closed the bathroom door and bolted it very, very quietly. As she continued to lean over, Baba leaned over her, pressing his erection to her ass. She was startled and bolted up. He put his hand on the back of her neck to keep her down.

"Baba! What is this?" she asked in hushed tones. "This is dangerous."

The father-in-law noted his daughter-in-law had no objection to what he was doing. She was just worried about being discovered.

"I have bolted the door," he said, pulling up her saree and petticoat in one bunch.

Paru was still bubbling for the last few hours that Baba had been sleeping exhausted. She could not get the fantastic specimen of manhood out of her mind. She needed a fuck but perhaps she needed to fuck her husband's more.

There was an excitement about the dimensions of Baba's penis. There was a different dimension of excitement from the danger of discovery. And there was something scintillating about the idea of fucking the father of the man she had been fucking for years now.

But there was no way to get it done. Masturbation, somehow, to her mind was different. She had done it for her son. Her friends had done it to help others. One had masturbated a somewhat ill person back to health by showing him that he was actually quite fine. Another had masturbated a nephew quite regularly during his study leave to keep the boy focused on his studies.

And just when she was thinking of ambushing Deepu and asking him to fuck her for sheer relief, here was his father, hunched up behind her. The outline and the pressure on her ass told her that the old man had more vitality than his son. He was quite ready and back to the fullness of his impressive dimensions.

She leaned forward, gripping the sides of the vibrating machine in front of her, offering her back. In a fashion. She pressed herself against the machine and took pleasure from the vibrations against her pussy.

"Baba, what I did for you was different," gasped Paru.

"Yes, Beti. And this is no different from that. It's a need," he said dropping his dhoti and fell in a puddle of cloth at his feet.

"Yes, but helping you release is different from taking you in," she said unconvincingly, raising one leg and placing it on the clothes basket next to the machine. Her gaping open cunt rubbed against the corner of the machine. As a dryer cycle started it rubbed her back vigorously and Paru sighed, giving in to pleasure it brought her.

She felt a minor climax and she felt more in control of herself.

"Yes, it is," grunted her husband's father as he held his cock in one hand and rubbed his cock ahead along her the gap of her ass cheeks searching out the wet bubbling cauldron he knew must lie within her.

"Don't cum inside me," she gasped reaching under and guiding his head onto the gaping wide opening that was ready to receive.

"Then?" asked Baba pushing gently to make sure he would not slip.

"Just, aah!" she whimpered. "Make a few strokes for our satisfaction, Babaaaa!" she thrilled in the fullness that speared her now.

They stood still for a bit. He enjoyed the sensations of having a wet sheath grab at his cock. She didn't feel like the mother of two. She let her muscles relax as she felt the impossible stretch. Why had her husband not inherited this wonderful thickness!

"And after that?" asked the old man pulling back just a bit.

Paru leaned forward and widened her spread so that he could fuck her well.

"After that I will do what I did before with my hand," she replied fucking back so that he did not come out of her more than she could bear.

"Hm, aah, yessssssss!" he hissed as she slid over his cock. It seemed larger than ever before, swelling to new proportions and his head seemed to swell as she rode down on his cock. He thrust in and the cockhead reared into her womb.

"Goooooooood!" sighed the younger woman as she thrust to meet his push. "I'll do you!"

"You already are! Do me! Do me! Do me! Do me!" he pleaded fucking her harder with his next thrust.

"Only a few pushes Baba, aaaah! Till we are ready for release, yaaaa?" she implored. She needed the old man to fuck her harder, to the fullest of his zeal.

"Come on, come on, come on!" she egged him on. "Fuckkk me!" she hollered gripping the washing machine under which seemed to be like another piece of love making gadget operating its shakes and vibrations under her for her benefit.

"Yes betaaaah!" grunted Baba fucking his daughter-in-law really hard. He thrust in and his cock head reared up to a huge bulb each time he entered her womb.

Paru cried out in pleasurable pain and delight as she felt the full brunt of his thrusting weapon. She was being bludgeoned and was melting intensely with each stroke.

"Baba! Baba! Baba!" she babbled.

"What?" asked the old man grunting with each thrust as his daughter-in-law's cunt seemed to grab his cock and massage him with the same intensity her hands and mouth had worked on him.

She shook her head from side to side as orgasms rippled through her.

"Nothing! Just, uh," she said in a quavering voice. She rotated her hips slowly, telling herself that the man deserved as much pleasure as she could give.

Her father-in-law gasped at the new angles this caused and he fucked harder wanting to return the favor.

"Are you happy with me?" he asked fucking now in a smooth action as the edge of his desire receded and he felt continual pleasure from the fucking. He wanted her to feel as happy as he was for the sake of his ongoing pleasure.

"Very!" she exulted. "Very! Just remember that this just for you Baba. And you have to, unh, unh, unh, aah...!" she went losing control over her cunt walls which seemed to pulse with their own life.

"I have to, have to, have to... What! What! What!" asked the pleasure seeking old man rhetorically. Each phrase was accompanied by a firm, hard, deep fuck.

The washing machine moved a little with the brutality of his fucking. She gripped it harder to provide him a stable target to fuck.

"I'll masturbate you. Mouth you. Fist you. Suck you. And make you cum, ok?" she gasped with each thrust as pleasure coursed through her being. "Don't cum inside me. I am your son's wife," she explained.

"Either way, it is the same genes," he argued, reaching under and trying to feel her breasts and grip them in an attempt to hold her as a firm target.

"Oh, Baba, Baba, Baba! I'mmmmmmmmm..." wailed the daughter-in-law as she fell into an endless cycle of cumming.

The convulsing cunt played havoc on his cock. The father-in-law was supposed to warn his daughter-in-law that he was going to cum. She was supposed to grab him in her fist and masturbate and mouth him to a finish.

Instead he started calling out her name but unable to say anything else or further. "Paru, Paru, Paru, Paru!"

"Yes, Baba. Yes! Yes! Yessss!" she replied exploding in her own washes of intense orgasms. The old man was large! Wild! Energetic! And she felt full inside her womb as he swelled. She knew he was about to cum and wantonly thrust back hard and fast.

"Don't cum, okay. Okay? Okay! Okay!" she screamed in low tones.

"Ha, ha, ha, haaaaaah!" he wailed and released into her.

She remember the large gobs of shot that he fired in his first release. She felt an equivalent gush in her womb. HE had so much to give.

"I told you not!" she hissed thrusting back the way her fist had thrust back on his cock to bring about a full release.

"Yah, yessssss," he said and shot his second load. IT too triggered memories in her with its second load and she felt that the cock and its release, the swelling of her own internal organs and the tight squeeze made it difficult for them to fuck further.

But the old man was up to the task. His third thrust was hard and brutal pushing the washing machine up to the wall and his son's wife was thrust upward to the fullest. A large dribble of release pushed through and Paru felt it stream down her legs with no space left inside her.

"You bad old man," she said laughingly. "You were supposed to pull out."

"Its okay, its okay, its okay," he said through gritted teeth. In this phase her pursed lips had pleasured his reducing pillar of flesh in the first round. He dribbled into her, giving her every single drop of release that he had for her.

The machine stopped as they stopped convulsing and jerking. He let go of her as his cock slipped out automatically from its preferred lair. He stepped back and she let her saree fall to the floor.

But Paru could hardly move. Her insides and legs quivered and cum was streaming down the inside of her thighs. He had so much to give! His thickness, his animal vigor, his vitality, his ability to fuck so often and then the large dollops of semen. It was a pity there was no one to take all of that as often as he needed.

She beat on his chest with her fists and complained, "You were not supposed to cum inside me!"

He held her and rocked her. "Its okay. We are the same line. The same vansh."

She laid her head on his broad chest and said quietly, "That was not wanton lust, okay? It was all about you, your needs."

His hand crept down and he felt the wet patch between her legs and nodded his agreement. It did not matter to him what she thought.

It mattered that his own daughter-in-law was willing to giving him the physical release he had so desperately wanted. He still wanted to experience how it would be if she rode him the way she had squatted and fucked his son that night.

Right now, it was the same before.

"Don't come out now," whispered Paru to her father-in-law, her hands feeling his taut abdomen. They didn't make them like this any more she mused. Moving slowly to prevent a gush of escaping juices she slowly waddled to her own bathroom where she could change into a completely new set of clothes.

She was wet from the washing machine in some parts and her father-in-law in other parts. But she was happy. She felt wonderfully fucked and released. She just hoped the old man would now keep a lid on it.

"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.

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.