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Erotic story of BINITA. 3Chapter 03: Another Step Towards WomanhoodThe contrast was obvious to Binita. Every single time her husband Pritam drew her into his arms, she could feel those arms as being lean and non –muscular; the arms of a pen-pusher in a city office. As she ground chillies in the kitchen assisting her mother-in-law, she extended that thought even to the young men she had encountered in the city who were regular gym goers. Their muscles were bulging and hard, yes, but there something artificial about it. There was something far more appealing about the muscle and tone of the body of a man who had achieved that from working on the farm and handling rough things. And that man was Thakur. The contrast between how he felt, and how his son felt was so very obvious. The muscle and the strength of the older man’s arms matched the roughness and calluses on his hands. That roughness brought an electric friction to the caressing of her soft skin. It was like a flint to match, setting her alight.The warmth in her loins spread as she thought of the way those hands caressed, then gripped, lifted then set down, scooped her up and then set her free. She still loved Pritam, the guy who she had met and fallen in love with in the city and married. But the beginnings of any lovemaking with Pritam only ended up kindling a lust which his physique and his inexperience could never handle. And so their honeymoon, from which she had returned only just that morning, was replete with encounters with her love. The encounters left her as a simmering mass of flesh which perpetually sought release, but it eluded her in Pritam’s arms. He could set it off, but never finish it. As Pritam moved over her, she compared the feeling with how it was when Thakur gripped her shoulders. She compared everything, the sweat, the smell, the hardness, the bubbling cauldron it caused between her legs, and yes, that thickness and heaviness of his penis which Thakur had failed to pass on to his son.The heat from the chillies she was grinding was matched by the flush she felt in her pussy and in her chest and then her cheeks. The outlet was the ferocity with which she ground the mortar into the pestle. She watched the blunt end of the mortar and was immersed in the phallic metaphor it suddenly took on to represent. It seemed to her that just watching and imagining would lead her to a quiet orgasm. A small self contained one, of the kind she felt occasionally with Pritam, if at all. Not the large, soul-scorching, all encompassing explosion that soaked up the whole universe of her being.”Beti. You have not gone and done a pranam to Babuji since you returned. You have missed serving him while you were away. Go and give him this lassi and get back to your household duties,” said the Thakurain to her daughter-in-law, handing a large copper tumbler of frothy lassi.Binita stopped the grinding and went to wash her hands thoroughly of the effects of the chilli she had been grinding. The cool water felt pleasant on her skin but did nothing for the seething mass of flesh she had been reduced to. Thakur was the first man she had known, the first to plunder her virginity, reducing the impact of anything Pritam could have been in her memory. And just before she left on her honeymoon, Thakur and she had again succumbed unwittingly in the bathing area. They were both able to explain away the first encounter in their minds since she was not yet married to his son at the time. The second one had been the complete conquest of lust and a towering testimony to the chemistry of the Thakur and his new woman, Binita.They always avoided eye contact, and were circumspect in their interaction. Thakur himself never called for her and she never volunteered to attend on him. Both knew that their feelings and passion were uncontrollable and not to be trusted. Both felt a sense of guilt over their willingness to allow that lack of control to go where it wanted. But when her mother-in-law set her some duty to accomplish, her desire surged and the outcome was a foregone conclusion. It was as if their bodies had known each other for years and designed for one another, though they had had only two intense encounters till date. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the glass. The simmer between her legs had never really gone away during the entire honeymoon. Pritam had just lost his virginity to Binita after the marriage and was busy exploring his sexuality. The inexperience and the obsession with his own self had done nothing to satiate Binita. And she herself had the experience of Thakur dominating her demands. In the train journey back home, she had barely slept. The excitement of returning to Thakur — her Babuji — had just increased the simmering to a boil.The jolts and jerks of a moving train and the vibrations had helped. As had the darkness. She had covered herself well with the sheets as she lay on the berth, thighs squeezed together allowing the sensations from the train to travel to her pussy. With a little toying through the clothes she had managed to find some measure of release. Nothing, however, was going to compare with the ravaging pounding of her cunt that Thakur provided. He just knew how to touch her in all the right spots with that fullness of his cock. Thinking all these lust-filled thoughts she wended her way through the corridors, stairways and rooms of the sprawling haveli, through to the room which was the Thakur’s lair. It was here the old warhorse retreated to for his siestas and his quiet times of day. The mid-afternoon lassi was a ritual for Thakur. Different people brought it to him every day. He would always look forward to one of the maids bringing it rather than any of the man servants, though he never made this obvious and took things as they came. The maids had all some form of tacit agreement with him. Even those who were “out of bounds” were at least worth eyeing. And then there were those who acquiesced to his overtures. And still others who hankered to feel his manliness and his vigor. There were all sorts. And Thakur was prudent enough to rein in his desire and channel it discreetly. This allowed him unlimited pleasure, access to a bevy of village beauties married or otherwise and did not provoke any resistance from any quarter. And that included the Thakurain who had never failed to guess from the look of a maid emerging from the Thakur’s quarters what might have been going on. She also knew which maid fell in which category.The Thakur lay on his easy chair in his lair. It was a well planned and suitably equipped den. It had a view of the road and fields approaching the haveli so the Thakur had unrestricted knowledge of the coming and going of various folk. There was a TV, a DVD player and an assortment of movies from local dialect, Hindi mainstream and some porn flicks which he kept to the rear of the stack. There was also his bed with a mosquito net and four posts to suspend the net from and the usual assortment of paraphernalia associated with dressing and personal grooming.Thakur was mildly drowsy and knew that lassi was on its way. He had heard the commotion of the arrival of his son and daughter-in-law and while he had met Pritam he could not spot Binita. The first half of his usual day was anyway loaded with work around the farm and other business interests. The afternoon was reserved for some rest while the evening went in hookah sessions and general gossip and meetings with friends and lackeys.With the mild drowsiness was also a mild arousal from the anticipation and guessing game around who the bearer of the lassi would be. He hoped to God it wouldn’t be a manservant. And he didn’t dare wish it to be the new bahurani, his Binita. The thought of Binita sent his pulse racing and he shifted to make his instant hard-on less obvious.He had wondered about Binita these last few days. She must have been getting fucked several times a day. Thakur had no clue of his son’s endowment and capabilities. Yet, he found himself jealous of his son’s free and assured time with Binita. His Binita. He shifted uncomfortably as his cock swelled
to its full proportions and the heaviness hung, inadequately supported by his loose undergarment. As he stretched out his legs and let his palm graze his cock he sensed someone’s presence. Surely it was the bearer of the lassi. The Thakur turned and lo and behold, his Binita, lassi in hand.The hard on was now firm and raging, Binita’s presence confirming the legitimacy of his arousal. His mind protested; the desire was illegitimate. He tried to focus his mind on the transaction at hand. She was here to just deliver the lassi and that was all he was going to do. He tried to ignore the damp patch around the midriff of her kurta. He tried to put out of his mind memories of the way she had spread herself around him when he was bathing. He looked at her proud, well encased breasts and tried to ignore how they had looked when he had feasted upon them under the mango tree that first time.The more he tried to put out of his mind, the more came to him. There were so many things to ignore. Their fingers touched briefly as she handed him the glass. Her nostrils were flared and her face was red from the sighting of her Babuji. Her eyes bored into his eyes. A corner of her mind recorded that amongst the many folds of his dhoti there was likely to be hidden his well engorged b**st of a cock.Binita felt her juices pouring out shamelessly. She stood rooted to the spot. Thakur Hari Singh lifted the glass to his lips. His mouth opened and he extended his tongue so he could lick the cream off, as he put the glass to his lips. His eyes were riveted to hers. His tongue lapped at the cream with a long flourish that reminded Binita of the tonguing her nipples had received on an earlier occasion. She felt them jump now as if they had been touched by that memory. She watched as his lips closed around the rim of the tumbler çanakkale escort and he sucked in the frothy butter milked. If he had been milking her breasts his lips should have formed an ‘O’ she noted. No, here his mouth was open and taking in even as his tongue lapping; O God! Was that really possible? She was creaming down there and could he really take a large sip of her? She wondered. She had heard of it, read of it. But nothing in her experiences mirrored it.True to their indescribable chemistry, it was as if these thoughts were transmitted to Thakur. As he drank in large gulps, he could only think of her pussy releasing such gushes as he had felt soaking his cock. There was that porn movie he had seen just the other night, where the man had buried his face in the woman’s bush. Thakur had imagined doing that to Binita and could instinctively visualize what all she might seek and he might give her, should he mouth her. He found that in drinking his lassi, his mouth was signaling all those moves.He paused between gulps. Binita burst out laughing; his moustache had been daubed with a thick layer of cream and it made him look ridiculous. Her laughter was spontaneous, with a tinkle in it. She covered her mouth as she laughed, her breasts heaving. Thakur bristled at being laughed at. Down below in the front courtyard, the Thakurain was dealing with a vegetable vendor when she heard the tinkle of laughter. She glanced upward and thought it was good that the bahu was getting along well with her husband. She knew not, just how well. The Thakur’s face reddened with anger at being laughed at and just as he was about to vent his anger, Binita stepped up and using the corner of her dupatta wiped his mustache. Just like that, spontaneously. She leaned over him to do that. Her body was hunched over his. She had come dangerously close to him. Her breasts were hanging and down the front of her kurta top he could see the fruit like breasts encased in the bra. Her hair fell forward and covered the both of their faces. He turned his face up and caught Binita’s lips in his own lips. Just like that spontaneously.She didn’t dare kiss him back. This curious mix of unbridled lust and guilt-ridden restraint was maddening. Her mouth remained open. It allowed him to breathe in her breath and he found her smells permeating his body. He let his lips linger. Inhaling. Tasting. Smelling. Her mouth watered, as was her pussy. As she continued to lean over him her lips wetted over and he licked her lips. His tongue snaked out entering her mouth. She shuddered as she felt the wet searching and supple tongue enter her own mouth. Her mouth closed on the tongue by reflex and as Thakur pulled his tongue back she raked it with her lips, the way she might have raked his cock.He put his hands on her shoulder and held her firm. His tongue repeated the act of sliding into her mouth and she repeated her act of forming an ‘O’ with her lips. He tongued the folds of the mouth, the way he might have tongued her pussy.The Thakur was nothing if not decisive. He pushed her away and stood up. His dhoti could scarcely conceal the passion which his tongue had conveyed. He moved towards Binita and she kept moving back till her back came to rest on the chest of drawers along the wall. On the top of it was a stack of well folded clothes ready to be put away by the Thakurain into the Thakur’s wardrobe. The Thakur continued to move towards this girl who had come to possess him; or was it he who possessed her? With no further space for her to back off, he closed in on her. He now loomed over her, his breath warming her already red hot face. She lowered her face, not able to look him in the eye anymore, shuddering uncontrollably as she was in the grip of maddening lust. His chest was touching her face now and she buried her face in the comfort of his broad chest. On her thigh she felt the head of his cock poking. Her hands gripped the edge of the chest of drawers as she struggled with her contrast of emotions between head and heart. It was illicit and yet, it was her Babuji, the man who had completed her as a woman before her husband could.His strong hands — oh yes! How strong and firm they were! — grabbed her just below her buttocks and lifted her. Her buttocks cleared the edge and her hands which were supposed to be helping her control, quickly levered her up so that she was now sitting on top of that chest. Thakur’s hands now moved to the cord which tied the choodidar pajama of her dress. He found the end and pulled at it and the cord was now open. The waist of garment now needed loosening. His hands ran around the inside of that waist and loosened the pajama. It hung open now in the front revealing her smooth undulating landscape of her belly. It fell into her lap. Thakur’s hands went around to the back and he squeezed her buttocks. He pulled the pajama down and he nudged her, signaling her to raise her hips so he could slide the pajama down further. With her one hand resting on the drawer top, she gripped his shoulder with the other hand to raise herself. Thakur quickly pulled the pajama down and peeled the tight sheath of the legs down till they snagged on her heels. And then he left it there. His lips kissed her ankles and now her calves. Then up to her knees. Binita tried to spread her legs as much as she could as she stared at this head hovering between her legs. She instinctively knew where he was headed and her pussy twitched and jumped at the thought. But her legs could not spread beyond a point because her pajamas while off her, were stuck on each heel. She thrust her hips forward in an involuntary a****listic offering of her deepest flesh to her Babuji.Thakur continued to tongue her flesh, tasting her. Somewhere was the aroma of a freshly bathed woman, in other places the salt of a sweaty residue. He tongued, tasted and took her into his own being, recording everything as flavors of his own Binita. He was now on her thighs which caused the top of his head to grind against her crotch. He allowed his head to graze against her pussy with greater vigor and noted the dampness it caused on the top of his graying head. He turned his face to the crotch and then he encountered her sopping wet panties, drenched but firm against her pussy. Her panties mystified him. He was used to the maids who usually wore nothing undernea
th as was the local custom. This was one impediment that he considered an obstacle in his fantasies about quick encounters with Binita in the various nooks and crannies offered by the haveli.She lifted her hips, her eyes now glazed with lust. Her lips were open, her nostrils flared and her body beyond any defenses. Thakur reached for the band of the panties and rolled them down. The quickly became tight as they rolled into a bunch. As he pulled and tugged at them down one leg then the other, his hand felt the heat and wetness that soaked them. Soon they would go no lower because her legs were spread. He left the panties alone and hands shaking, reached down and released one of her heels from the confines of the chudidar. The legs closed a bit and now the panties were down to the ankles. Once again, as she looked down to see how he did it, Thakur slipped the wet and spoiled wisp of a garment over the heel and left one leg completely bare and the other carrying the burden of both chudidar and now the rolled up panty.This time Thakur did not worship her legs on the way to the cunt. He was thirsty to taste the source of the musky wetness on those panties. He rushed for the hairy cunt. Binita leaned back, comfortable on the stack of well folded clothes. Her back came to rest on the wall. The completely free and bare leg was up on the surface of the drawer, placed flat. The other leg was stretched as far as it would go. The pussy was gaping open, its wetness in full evidence.Thakur snaked out his tongue and lapped at this creamy offering. He was rewarded with a mix of pungent acidic odors and wisps of pubic hair. His hands held the lips apart and the loose hair, once licked out of the way, gave way to the pink –brown raw flesh awaiting his caresses. He tongued her. She gasped. “Babuji!” she hissed out, slow and long, “Kahaan mooh laga rahe hain aap!” (“Where are you mouthing me!”). The question was surely rhetorical, given that she had opened herself and offered her pussy as if it was a fruit to be eaten. “Mmmmm,” went the Thakur. Loud slurping and smacking noises emerged as he lapped and kissed the pussy. He had no intention of engaging in conversation when the need of the moment was to use his tongue differently. He continued to lap on the pussy and found his saliva was now mixed with some of her own juices and a wet soppy mess resulted. It reduced the pungency of the offering and made it more bearable for him, for the acidity was too much to start with. Now he wanted to fuck her with his tongue and he made a lance of his tongue, folding it along its length and pushing into her cunt.It made little progress as the tongue entered for a bit but was stopped by the walls of her pussy. Thakur slid in two fingers to hold apart the lips for this tongue to probe further. The pussy walls gave way as they swallowed his fingers. She hissed and seethed as the fingering and toying only aggravated her state but were inadequate for her satiation.Thakur probed her lips up and down. He encountered his hand on the down stroke but on the upstroke his tongue traced the complete contours of her pulsating pussy. He went past the joining of lips on the top and soon encountered the mass of hair on the top of her cunt and on her underbelly. The rough dry hair signaled to him that he had crossed the turf. His tongue snaked back down searching for the wet pit. It was now that he crossed her clit and she shuddered and jumped.Thakur knew nothing of the clit in general, but her hand on his head, her convulsions and her instinctive guidance of his escort çanakkale head to that hot spot told him that that was not a spot to be casually passed over. He ran his tongue upward over that zone once again. “Yes!” she hissed, affirming to him that he was touching the right spot. Thakur retraced downward and then upward in a few quick flicks. The leaping and shuddering mass of flesh, her trembling belly and the gush around his fingers told him he had discovered something. He slowed down, feeling around with his tongue and there he encountered, length-wise a sliver of flesh. As he toyed it with his tongue tip, her fingers dug into his scalp. He flicked his tongue rapidly on it. She started to babble. “Babuji, haan, chooso, suck me. Peelo, drink from me. Take this!” he moaned as her legs wrapped around his shoulders and she ground her pussy into his face, wanting to fuck anything that could fill her cunt even as the tonguing was not to be stopped.He felt the need to fuck her and the need for her to be fucked. His fingers plunged in and out even as he tried to focus on the knob of flesh he had discovered. The grazed the rough inner walls of her cunt and her entire body convulsed.Binita shrieked. “Aieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ui maaaaaaa, Babuji!” she went, as new sensations rippled through her cunt walls and shot up to her breasts tips. From there it traveled down her spine and rejoined the clit, where one more storm of pleasure was ready to be unleashed.Deep in the recesses of the house the Thakurain thought she heard some screaming. She connected it to the laughter she had heard before and started to wonder. She dared not go to the lion’s den. But her curiosity was aroused beyond manageability. She did the next best thing which she usually did in such situations. She found some work to do in the small store room which was in a part directly under the Thakur’s room.Thakur meanwhile knew that he was on to something special. His hand pumped the cunt even as his lips and tongued continued to tease and suck on her clit. Binita now thrust her hips lewdly at the man’s head and in desperation she gripped her own breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples, desperate for relief.Wave after wave of pleasure radiated outward from her cunt. Her breasts felt good as she massaged them and she felt her spine curve to touch that spot where Babuji was so focused. Inside her there was a pooling of fluids and she was hammering her hips onto his fingers. What she wanted was his thick, hot, filling cock but oh, how could she not want this tonguing!Suddenly she felt she wanted to pee. But wait, it didn’t feel like pee. Whatever it was, every time his fingers touched that spot deep inside her, she felt she was going to urinate. The bolts of lightning that his tonguing sent shooting prevented her from pushing him away, though she was now really afraid of losing control of her urethra.Meanwhile, his other hand snaked up the top of her dress and joined her hands in mauling the breasts. In that awkward position and frenzied handling of her, he had no way of disengaging her bra. He touched whatever of her he could but he his goal was also to try and hold her down. She was getting too violent and he wanted to hold her down. Instinctively he knew that he was going to have to hold her down to release her fully.She pressed herself against his hands, breasts and cunt both in his possession. Her spine seemed to melt and join her cunt while from her breasts she felt a rush of blood down to her pussy. When the three waves converged under his incessant assault of tongue and fingers, she lost control of the fluid she was holding back.The stream jetted out as her first clitoral orgasm shook her body. Thakur was flooded; for a moment he couldn’t breathe. He thought she may have urinated, but as he tasted the fluid he knew it was something else. As he continued to tongue, she squirted again with a loud groan. Her hips was taut, thrust forward and against his face. He lapped at her copious fluids, though not with an intention to drink. She went on and on. Wave after wave. Gasping, moaning and groaning as she felt her body let go. She had lost control of whatever it was and was just content to allow it to surge out fully. She squeezed it out of her body in relief and delight as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Throughout the time her body was wringing out her juices, she whispered “Babuji!” several times over. The Thakurain stiffened as she thought she heard a groan. She didn’t move a small packet of salt so that nothing could drown out any sound coming from above. She heard
the second moan distinctly and it certainly sounded like a woman. It would have to be her bahu for she had gone to the Thakur and not yet returned. If anyone, it was the Thakurain who knew what a pounding her strong husband could give and she found herself wondering if the small built woman that her daughter in law was, whether she could withstand him. She was concerned for the girl’s well being, but the thought of her husband’s cock plundering the girl caused strange stirrings of voyeuristic pleasure in her. “The dirty bastard!” she thought. “His own son’s wife!”.Meanwhile, the son’s wife was unmindfully continuing to soak Thakur and his mustache, grinding her cunt on his face. What a contrast to the supplication expected of a typical Indian bahu who was to touch only her father-in-law’s feet and never raise her head in front of him.He had his head buried in her cunt, gasping for breath, pleasuring in her uncontrolled release. In the intensity of her mind-blowing orgasm she had his head with a vice-like grip between her thighs. She didn’t need him to lick any more, or tongue her any more. In fact, she could take no more of that. As she pressed into his face in satisfaction, she relied on that grip to keep him from manipulating the folds of skin any further. The juices which had been viscous initially had now given way to a watery consistency. And as the outpouring ebbed, it once again became viscous and streaky. And so as he had lapped and sucked and swallowed it had gone from streaky to wet and soaked and now back to streaky.Binita laughed, and wept from the sheer relief of release from the pent up passion of the week gone by. And what a release it was! He had found a new woman in her and released her just as he had done that first time under the mango tree. He was her man, the one to lead her to the world of pleasure and discovery of her own womanhood.She cradled him in the grip of the legs as they were wrapped around his shoulders, caressing his head and fondling him in deep satisfaction. And slowly the clenching thighs relaxed, letting go of him and allowing him space to catch his breathe.As he looked up, he saw her face, red and radiant, wet in tears, nose reddened and flowing a little as she smiled down upon him.Thakur held her thigh with his arm around it and looked up in disbelief at the woman he had found today. He felt the trickle of wetness on his thigh as his cock’s oozing fluid ran down the soaked front of his dhoti. Binita law sprawled on top of the chest of drawers. Her convulsing and thrusting had completely messed up the folded clothes that lay under her. However, an even greater mess had been caused by the gush of fluids that now stained the clothes themselves. Binita’s satisfaction from the massive orgasm soon gave way to disappointment of the vacuum between her legs as his hand withdrew. She still needed to savor his cock. She was dizzy from the experience. The gut wrenching intensity of her orgasm had her trembling and the insides of her thighs still seem to quiver. She knew she wanted his cock as much as she knew she had to satiate him too. She just didn’t know whether she would find the energy to fuck him.Thakur now stood up. His face was shiny with the wetness smeared on him by Binita’s gushing, and the mustache was glistening with her juices the way it had been with lassi a little while ago. She looked at his face in amazement, Babuji smeared with her juices and enjoying and relishing that feeling. He pulled at his dhoti and allowed it to fall away revealing his heavy cock in its fullness. He saw no need for caution as he and his daughter-in-law were any way in a compromising position. He also had no time or interest in leaving to go and secure the door. Thakur placed his bets on the fact that by and large, no one dared disturb him in his den. Other than the lassi girl, and this today was his lassi girl.Binita lifted herself up to a sitting position from the sprawled position and instantly felt the wet discomfort of the soggy clothes under her. A large expanse of her skin on the buttocks and thigh was wet. She shifted forwards to reach for her Babuji’s cock. This moment had been allowed to be delayed for far too long. She looked down and found his kurta tented with the cock below, and the cockhead had instantly formed a wet spot on the kurta. She held his shoulder and leaned forward to reach down and lift up the garment, and quickly found his cock.She didn’t stroke it. She just held the mass of his erection, feeling the fullness and weighing it in her hand. Her hand always felt really small when she put in on him and tried to get hold of him. She held him lengthwise from below and pulled him to her. Her legs parted and Thakur moved closer getting between her legs. Binita wiggled forward, her ass now on the edge of the top, cunt open wide gaping, waiting to accept the cock.He put his arms around and reached under cupping her buttocks and pulled her in. She had her hand on the cock guiding it into the sheath of her pussy. Even with all the wetness and openness of her cunt, the cock splayed open her pussy. The cock pushed apart the waiting walls and sank in fully. Thakur felt the coarse hair of her pussy mesh with the hair around his cock. They pressed together and stayed that way, savoring the feel of each other. Binita buried çanakkale escort bayan her face in the hollow of his shoulder, her face caressing his face and shoulder. “Babuji, take me!” she whispered into his ear, wiggling her hips as if to suck in all of him into her. Her lips sucked at his earlobe and nibbled at it. He felt her wet tongue on his ear and the sighs and moans fed into his ear.She leaned forward so that his hands could cup her more fully, and this allowed him the leverage necessary to fuck her. He pulled back, curving his back so that the cock could withdraw even as he continued to stay closely intertwined with her. She gasped as the pleasure of his cock moving and the agony of having him pull back combined into desperation.She propped herself up on her hands and fucked at his cock as it pulled outward. The shock she felt when he hammered back at the same time made her sob, “Babuji! Harder. Fuck me harder!” she begged. Thakur now set up a rhythm of pounding the pussy. He slid in and out effortlessly, her ass cupped in his hand and her pussy held in position for him to plunder.With each thrust the drawers lurched towards the wall till the furniture was now touching. As he fucked, the wood thumped the wall. Once, hard. Then twice, harder. Thump! Then the third time, even more vigorous.”Oh!” wailed Binita as her cunt spasmed around the pounding flesh. Down below, the Thakurain noted the methodical ancient rhythm of lovemaking being beaten out. The thumping sounds left her in no doubt, and if she did have any lingering doubts, the loud “oh” dispensed with that.Thakur now put his hands on the inside of her one thigh and spread her out, lifting her leg to an impossible angle. This allowed him to lean into her and he fucked hard and mercilessly in a burst of short intense fucks. The rapid fire fucking had Binita sobbing and aching as she clung on to her Babuji for the wildest ride of her life. His hands were brutally harsh in the way it was holding her open. His nails dug into the flesh of her inner thigh. Thakur pulled back more fully to pound harder. His cock left her completely, and sliding along her thigh, raced past the mesh of hair and plundered into the cunt. The swift pistoning of the cock emanated in a series of squeaks as the furniture sc****d against the floor and wall in response to the quick jerking.”Oh Babuji! Fuck me, harder, hurt me,” she sobbed between convulsions. “Take me with this ferocity which your son can never do” she implored.Thakur lifted her off that chest of drawers and held her onto his hips. As he moved off, he noted the clothes were a mess, stained with marks, some just wet patches, other brown streaks. He would just have to send them right back to wash he thought. He laid the girl back on the edge of his bed, and lifted both legs up and held them apart.
As he leaned forward, Binita felt her breath squeezed up from the effect of the legs being pushed up and Thakur’s weight on her.Thakur used his weight to the full advantage. He lifted himself up and allowed his weight to add to the thrust of his fuck. The bed creaked. Thakurain in the room below noted the shift in the location of the sound. She could contain herself no further and decided to move upstairs to see if should sneak a look at the goings on. Up and down. In and out. The fucking was merciless and brutal. As her cunt convulsed with her next orgasm Binita knew she had to conquer otherwise her pussy would be sore and Pritam would have to be denied. She reached under his kurta and searched out his nipples and gripped them in her fingers squeezing and turning, hoping that the stimulation would make him lose control.It had the effect of galvanizing Thakur into sexual combat with his daughter-in-law. He reached for the neckline of her kurta and in one strong tug, tore down the middle of it halfway. He stopped the moment her heaving chest was exposed. Now he tried to tackle the bra, but Binita helped him overcome that difficulty. She hunched her back and unhooked her bra and quickly slipped the cups off the aching breasts. Thakur quickly covered them back with his large rough hands and returned her favor of twisting and squeezing the nipples. She held his hands and forced him to knead her harder, more brutally. She wanted to be owned and abused by this man. She wanted to be possessed so hard and deep that she could never be separated from him. Her hands moved up his arms and she tried to pull him closer. She was now able to reach behind his neck and pulled his head to her breasts.Thakur sucked in all of her breast. The tongue toyed with the nipple. The teeth tugged and chewed on the nipple. Binita groaned and clutched at his head. Her other hand snaked behind him and cupped and pulled his ass closer trying to get his cock deeper in. But Thakur wanted to feast on her breasts. It required him to pull out and both of his hands and squeezed her hard. The mass of her breasts were clutched in each hand but the nipple and areola was exposed. His mouth flitted from one nipple to another. When he was at one nipple the other one ached for his attention. Her legs raised and went around his hips and she tried to pull him in.Oh God, she wanted him everywhere at the same time. Her hands reached between them and she took his drenched sticky cock in her fist and started to masturbate him. His lips were brutalizing her nipples and it created a flutter in the base of her stomach. She responded with a brutal masturbating of his cock and he spasmed and lurched. Now he needed back in that hot bubbling cunt. But there was too much wetness. He grabbed a sheet and quickly dried himself and her pussy. Now he turned her around and had her face down on the bed. The girl was drained and ravaged, her top in tatters and her pajama and panty dragging along, her hair a mess, his saliva on her breasts, wet streaks on her thighs and hands clammy with his juices. He lay along her back and his cock prodded the ass cheeks. Thakurain watched through the door from across the corridor as her husband crawled over the body of the prone woman under. She could see only one part of the bed from where she was but what she saw told her the whole story. She watched as Thakur pressed himself on the woman lying below who had to be her daughter — in — law. Binita felt the now dry cockhead nudge her ass. She lifted her hips to angle her pussy to his searching probing cock. She didn’t want him to find her anus so in frantic haste she reached under and her fingers grasped the pillar. She held it to her pussy and waited for his thrust. He thrust in and sank into the waiting cunt. Binita now was able to let go and prop herself up allowing her pussy to be plundered from behind. Thakur reached under and cupped her breasts, holding them as handles, riding her like a bitch.”Binita, you are my bitch” he muttered. He fucked hard and furious. She fucked back. She twisted and turned her cunt to try conquer his cock. Quickly she reached back with one hand and ringed his cock with two fingers. The extra sensations and the pulling back of his skin made his cock bulge harder still.She fucked back. “I am your Binita who is going to take you when she wants, where she wants Babuji!” she panted. The Thakurain watched in amazement as her husband and daughter-in-law talked dirty and engaged in an a****l duel of fucking.Binita lost control of her cunt as the pounding triggered her millionth orgasm that afternoon. Profanity spewed from her lips as she begged to be subdued.”Chodo mujhe Babuji. Mujhe apni randi banao!” she wailed. (Fuck me Babuji, make me your whore).The words had the desired effect on Thakur. He bellowed as his seed shot forth into her pussy, filling her with its warm gush. Once, twice, thrice, the Thakur’s head jerked and his body thrust back and forth as he tried to maximize the pleasure of her cunt juicing his cock.She put her head down and her hands gripped the sheet tight in both fists, her ass thrust in the air and flailing back it him, milking him with her thrusts. “Ah! Babuji! Le lo! Take! Finish me! Kuch mat chodo!” she babbled as she came in torrents. Her pussy started to drip onto the sheet below as she quaked and shook to contain the massive explosions erupting into her pussy from behind.Thakur leaned forward and collapsed on her back as the orgasm drained him. As he spent his fingers dug into her flesh around the ass and hips and he slowed down to make sure he didn’t slip out and miss the warmth of her accepting pussy. He lurched in shorter spurts and slowed down, coming to rest on her, his cheek on her back. His hand lazily reached under and found her breasts again and he caressed the now softening nipples. sleep overcame him from the exertion and as his cock receded and slipped out, he slid to the bed. He was almost instantly asleep. The Thakurain watched from her secret corner as her bahu knelt on the bed, her clothes, sindoor and hair in complete disarray. She was stained and marked everywhere as his woman. She reached for the sheet and spread it over him, covering his nakedness from the world.She then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up the pajama. The top was torn and her breasts were hanging exposed. The cord of the pajama had slipped into the channel and could not be pulled. As she stood, she held her pajama to her and shuffled. One hand cupped onto her crotch and held her clothes there to soak up the flood of his semen seeping from there.Binita shuffled across the room and out of the door and quickly went across to her wing of the haveli hoping not to meet anyone on the way.Her aching limbs, her stretched bones, her pounded pussy and the energy of the lovemaking all assured her of a sound night’s sleep ahead.She did not notice the Thakurain observe her state from her secret corner. Nor could she have possibly known of that lady’s shock and arousal from having seen the most wild exhibition of lust in her life.If Binita and Thakur had let lust conquer and swamp their relationship, Thakurain had just been introduced to voyeurism. She had known about her husband all along. But something about the new young woman who had arrived as the daughter-in-law made her want to know more about her husband.
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