ZAMINDAR WITH HIS DAUGHTER-IN-LAW 2

 When Komola looked up, she noticed  young daughter-in-law was glued on the spot, staring at her father-in-law, who had been reduced to a mess of pleasure-seeking, spasming flesh. She rose up after getting up on her haunches. She raised both hands as one was lathed in the cum, and she held some of the flow in the palm of the other. Her other hand was coated with oil and white streaks from the fisting she had done with that hand. She shifted her pallo into a slightly more decent cover of her chest with her shoulder, but the message her expression carried was apparent. She was clearly a lady who had been abused by a male, and it was impossible to tell whether or not she had been raped, fucked, or forced to cum.

With her garments awry, hands full of semen, and a perspiring and heated face, she appeared as if everything had occurred to her.

She brushed by Priya on her way to wash her hands and reorganise herself.

She yelled out to the stretched-out, pleased man, "Ghosalbabu, the oil for your head massage is here."

She told Priya, "Go, he's waiting."

Priya couldn't decide what she should do. She didn't want Zamindar Ghosalbabu to know she'd seen him having fun. She stepped closer, though, confident in the knowledge that if he was spent, he would be harmless.

It was different the night she and he fucked in the cowshed like animals. He was just a man and she was simply a lady on that particular day. He was now her husband's father-in-law. She would never allow anything to happen between them again. She never wanted to be anything other than a loyal and conventional daughter-in-law in front of him.

Priya stepped over to the zamindarbabu, her gaze fixed on his broad muscled back. Her hands had undoubtedly roamed that back that night they fucked, grasping, burrowing, and searching in her frantic pulsating excitement. She shook those thoughts away, as she had a million times since marrying and moving into this house as the daughter-in-law.

If she wanted to live a regular married life with her husband and his father, she couldn't afford to let those pictures of their sexual encounter linger. It was her father to whom she had given up her virginity just before the wedding.

However, a new image had just been uploaded to her memory in the last few minutes. Her father-in-law had just been masturbated by one of the women on the domestic staff. She had been watching the two of them as the woman masterfully brought him to orgasm, unbeknownst to the lecherous old man. Zamindar Ghosalbabu, her father-in-law, did this frequently during his oil bath. Priya's mother-in-law had sent her with a special herbal oil for the zamindarbabu's hair. Priya was left to apply oil to the zamindarbabu's hair while Komola, the maid, rushed out to clean her hands, which were dripping with his semen.

zamindarbabu had no way of knowing it was his daughter-in-law who had come in with the hair oil because he had his back to the young lady. Knowing the inflammatory chemistry they had had during their prior intimate meeting, she was hesitant to touch him. She tipped the bowl of oil over, soaking his hair and letting the oil drip down the back of his neck and across his forehead.

She instinctively extended her hand, and the trail of oil hooked her thumbnail. The zamindarbabu was not unperturbed by the touch of that finger on his skin. He grasped the hands from behind him, still unable to see who it was, and directed them to his hair, indicating that he wanted the massaging of his head to begin.

Priya rubbed the oil into her thick hair with her fingertips. As she felt him, she was holding her breath, her fingers alive with the memories of his strong, demanding body. When they took each other, she was still a virgin. Now she had met another guy, Zamindar Ghosalbabu's son, who was to become her second husband. The son had little chance against his father. Neither in terms of how he was born, nor in terms of his experience or ability. Furthermore, the elder possessed the stamina of a bull, whereas the son was quickly wasted and much more quickly weary.

When zamindarbabu held those hands, he couldn't help but remark how delicate and gentle the skin was, in contrast to the coarse hands of the women who toiled in the household and on the farms. "It's a new one," he speculated. And, while he'd only been ejaculating in big spurts for a few minutes, he wasn't opposed to appraising the new one, even if it meant ignoring her for a while.

Priya rubbed the oil into his neck and ran her hands down the back of his neck to catch the oil as it flowed down. She touched her father-in-well-rounded, law's powerful shoulders while she did so. When he hoisted her off the mango tree's trunk that crazy night, she clutched to those shoulders. Her father-in-law reached up and behind her to touch and feel her arms, and a thrill ran through him as he felt his daughter-in-soft law's and gentle arms.

She leaned in close enough to see his cock between his legs. She was taken aback to notice that he was still half-erect, with a trail of fluid trailing down from his cock. He was either in the throes of his last orgasm, or he was semi-aroused.

"Are you a newcomer to the area?" zamindarbabu inquired, his curiosity about the 'new' helping hand unabated.

She said, "Yes, Babuji, it is I."

As soon as Hari Singh recognised the voice, he half-turned to look up. When he realised it was Priya, his heart skipped a beat. He grinned at her on the spur of the moment. He quickly adjusted his clothing to hide his loins. She returned the smile and began rubbing the oil into his head with renewed vigour.

He closed his eyes and absorbed the pleasures of her touch, asking, "Why are you getting your hands dirty?"

She said, "Hands can always be washed." "Perhaps I won't get the opportunity to serve you as well as this very frequently." Her gaze was drawn to his nipples, which were alert and stiff at attention.

With his cock twitching reflexively, he asked, "Why not?" Even though he should have been incapable of it, he felt his cock responding quickly as he felt her fingertips and the proximity of her body.

"However, what will others say if a young girl like me spends more time in seclusion with a man your age?" she said.

"What is there to say?" says the speaker. zamindarbabu answered, "You are now a part of this house, aren't you?" unsure of his own answer as his body betrayed him. The cock was completely erect and throbbing at this point. It throbbed and pulsated as though it could only be for her. He was aware of this, but he tried to dismiss the thought.

"Wow, look at it!" Priya shouted, "The oil is running down your chest!" and reached down to stop the flow. Her reaction was automatic and mindless. Her stomach squeezed into the back of his head, and her breasts rubbed against the top of his oiled hair as she did so. Her eyes shifted to the tenting in the material between his legs as she reached down to collect the running trail of oil.

There it was, proof of her influence on him. Despite the fact that he was shrouded in the cloth, his size and enormity were unmistakable. She remembered how she felt the night his invading cock plundering and spreading her pussy.

Those thoughts numbed her mind, and she felt herself moisten at the concept. He almost didn't realise he was holding her hands in his and guiding them to his chest. Priya's fingertips massaged his chest, teasing his proud nipples, which she had previously observed.

"Beti!" zamindarbabu exclaimed, "We are now definitely not supposed to do this!"

He made a half-turn towards her. He'd felt those lovely breasts on the back of his head and had no choice but to bury his face in them RIGHT NOW.

"Your body and mind are working at various levels, Babuji," she murmured as he rubbed his face on her chest, rocking his head.

He came face to face with her blouse, mangalsutra chain, and apparently endless layers of material that stood between him and the delectable feast his tongue craved. The mangalsutra, a symbol of her wedded status, presented him with the hardest task of all those layers.

His legs were split apart as he half-turned towards her. She slid one leg between his legs on the floor and crept closer till her leg brushed his cock. She used her leg to rub against his erection, which jumped and bobbed as she touched it.

zamindarbabu screamed loudly in ecstasy and closed his mouth on her breast, biting down hard but not injuriously on the mound of flesh beneath all those layers of clothing.

Priya exclaimed, "Stop, Babuji! I am now the wife of your son. This is not something we should be doing!"

"You were mine before you became his. You were a woman back then, and you still are today "He groaned, nuzzling the breasts, as he became increasingly desperate for this woman, and any explanation would suffice.

He clutched caressing and tugging at the hooks of her blouse and the mounds. He tried to slip his hands beneath the blouse's lower hem so he could touch her scorching skin, but the garment was too tight. He tried to stretch out from her cleavage, but she was leaned over him, and he couldn't reach the delicious skin.

She gave him a warm grin while tousling his hair. He realised that the time would pass if he didn't press for it immediately, as she pushed him away. He drew her to him with his arms around her hips. He nuzzled her between her legs, bending a little to get his face between her legs. His lips found the furry triangle spot through her skirts and he bit it. She gasped as his fangs and lips probed her in the most sensual region of her body.

She suddenly felt compelled to let him do it to her naked skin. She craved his harsh, demanding kisses on her soft, melting skin.

She let go of him for a moment, releasing her blouse's front hooks. She swung her mangalsutra around so the locket was towards her back and not in the way of his entrance. Her feet had stretched up and totally massaged his cock while doing so, displacing the thin bit of material that symbolised confinement. She grasped the base of his penis between her big toe and next toe. She couldn't get up past the point where his cock grew to its full sizes as she tried to touch the cock with that set of digits.

"How did you get this way?" she inquired. "Didn't Komola just......" she stammered, unable to find the words to express the pleasure she had witnessed the maid offer the master.

He lied glibly, "That was only my enthusiasm from dreaming about you and I had to find some release." "Now that the real you is here, my arousal level has returned to normal."

"Is that what this is?" she teased, allowing the soles of her feet to rest against his cock's bottom. She suspected he was lying after witnessing him spasm in orgasm, both hands on Komola's breasts as he revelled in his pleasure. She thought to herself, "This man was made for pleasure." As he flowed with pre-cum, she shivered as she felt the heat of his body and a smidgeon of moisture brushed her heel.

He kissed her stomach, her navel, and the lower line of her bra now. She felt a rush of hot pleasure up her spine as he kissed her. She simply had to have him.

"Babuji,  The passion dam that I had been holding for so many days has now burst. I've got to have you!" She admitted it.

He questioned, passionately nibbling at her nipples through the lace fabric of her bra, "Why did you restrict yourself, my darling?"

"It was a blunder," she said, tugging her bra up but not completely undoing it. His roaming lips were now exposed to her breasts. zamindarbabu wasted no time sucking in those conical projections and nipples, as if he was drinking from the breasts his son had licked so many times since the marriage.

"Oh, my goodness! You have a great understanding of how to treat a lady. Please accept it, my sweetheart. Please take my breasts! Suffocate them! They've been milked dry! They are exclusively for you "Priya moaned.

She leaned down and snatched the monster cock, all the while ensuring zamindarbabu had access to her throbbing breasts. She guffawed with delight as she realised the true significance of his big weapon. She desired and required it.

zamindarbabu gulped in as much of her breast as he could with his lips as wide as he could. Then he swung his nipples around in his mouth. Priya cried happy tears as she felt her pussy tremble open due to an orgasm triggered by his tonguing her breasts. Her pussy gaped open as she felt it twitch to the tonguing at her breasts as she knelt. Her pussy twitched in an intense though muted orgasm as she held his head tightly. She shivered and quivered in response to the intensity, and she clung to him tightly. As his lips continued to maraud, his hands wandered her back and gripped her ass.

Priya carefully lowered her body, allowing her feeble knees to do so. The zamindarbabu shifted his weight back and straightened his legs. As she descended deeper and lower, they inevitably aligned to each other. zamindarbabu seized his cock at the perfect moment and held it at the proper angle to pierce her. As she grasped the monster to control the invasion, her own hand joined his.

She was still nervous about the ravenous plunge of his massive cock, wet as she was. Slowly, she lowered her hips onto the two hands that held the cock in place. Priya finally let go and clung to his shoulders to keep her fall under control.

And what a fall it was: she speared his cock and sat fully on her father-in-lap, law's facing the bathing area's entrance. She wanted to keep an eye on him, but there was no way she could disguise what was going on because she was astride him on the low stool.

She then elevated herself and pounded his cock while pressing his shoulders down, using her knees to provide the leverage she required. As he feverishly tried to catch a mound of flesh or her nipple into his mouth, it brought her breasts back to his face level, allowing his lips and tongue to smear her breasts with his saliva.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she exclaimed, her cunt tingling with each stab of his cock. She was suddenly forced to make comparisons, and her mind raced with recollections of how inept her husband had been in comparison to the man she was now riding. Muscle tone, cock thickness, fucking power, and pure chemistry are all factors to consider.

"Babujeeeee Take me and put my name on it!"

The old man was giddy with delight as well. His young daughter-in-law was passionately fucking him, her wet pussy riding the head of his cock at several strokes per minute, causing him to go insane.

He had his hands on her back, trying to keep her flapping breasts under control so he could capture them. His hands slipped lower, cradling her large bottom, and his fingers flirted with her anus and the lower reaches of her pussy when that proved difficult. With the stream of fluids gushing out of each of them, his fingers were soon squelchy wet. Priya found it too much to bear when he pried open her pussy wider with his fingers.

She lurched forward, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, and deep red markings appeared on his shoulder as a result of her bite.

She pushed herself up and shifted her weight. There! His cockhead had caressed her clit with that stroke. There it is once more! Yes, indeed! That was just what she desired! She tried her hardest not to lose that position, but the next fuck downhill was squelchy wet and sensationless. She hastily repositioned herself and tried a new angle, and — yes! That was it, that was it! zamindarbabu felt a flood down his cock and balls as she spent like a man as the next few thrusts were on the spot, and she shook as she came.

zamindarbabu was experiencing an animal rush of lust, and he wanted to pound into her and fill her with himself. He knew the two of them could fuck for an eternity, but not in such a public place and at this hour.

He'd have to control her and then release himself in a hurry. He drew her ass into his cock and held her there, luxuriating in the pulsing hot sheath of flesh that gripped his cock.

Then he lunged forward, causing her to slump back, his enormous hands firmly gripping her shoulder blades. Priya leaned back, exposing her entire body and breasts to him. The cunt swivelled on the cock and yanked it down from its normal upward pointing position. As the angle shifted, his cockhead now touched the top reaches of her cunt.

Priya exclaimed with delight as new regions were stroked. zamindarbabu now slammed his cock into her, cupping her ass in his enormous, powerful hands. The stool on which he was seated moved with each push, making a grating noise against the floor. zamindarbabu leaned closer to feast on the jiggling breasts, nipping and sucking alternately.

Priya fully extended her legs and locked them around his back, completely impaling this raging beast. She was now leaning backwards, her hands on either side of zamindarbabu's splayed legs on the floor.

zamindarbabu reached down and stroked the flesh of her lower tummy. She was dripping wet from the heat, sweatiness, and humidity produced by the passion. Then he combed the whole of the skirt for the spot where his cock was slipping in and out. His thumb found her clit and rotated it cruelly with the ball of his thumb.

Priya cried out in agony as climax after orgasm ripped from her pussy. As the tremendous though illegitimate lust ran its course, she laughed and smiled through tears at zamindarbabu. But, of course, she wanted to keep him to herself and clutch to those strong arms and shoulders in order to feel like she belonged to him and was completely ruled by him.

He leaned up close and kissed her stomach. Her garments were bothersome, but there was nothing that could be done about it. They were in an overly public area. He was also considering the ramifications of being detected in this scenario with his daughter-in-law.

None of these, however, were the most important factors in his shift of pace. The pleasure derived from the grinding, the strange angles of bodies and the cock and cunt, and the pleasure derived from the female enjoying herself were no longer sufficient for him. He needed to command and pound her pussy, as well as flood and fill her with a vigour she seemed to instinctively demand.

As a result, he leaned forward even more, moving his weight from a firm reclining position on the stool to a prone forward position. He was leaning over her now, ready to enter the man-fucks-woman posture. As he did so, the stool slid, causing a massive clatter of containers as pots were thrown aside and buckets collided.

In the midst of the turmoil, he slipped out of her, leaving her with the sexual jolt of a sudden void. As his cock glided along her exposed skin, he gasped, and he missed the intense caress of her throbbing flesh.

Her hand reached between them urgently and fast, grabbing his convulsing cock and guiding it back to her bubbling snatch.

He sank in even deeper, bending totally over her. He glanced into her eyes, bright, cheerful, and lustful. He kissed her open-mouthed and very wet, and their tongues battled it out. With powerful hip strokes, Zamindar Ghosalbabu plunged in deep and firmly. As he slammed into Priya, he grasped her hips in his hands. Priya shook and shuddered as the rush of his hot penis and every bit of every stroke as he entered and left her with a defined rhythm filled the entire depth of her sheath.

She felt another orgasm well up inside her, and her nails sank into his shoulders as she gripped on for the pleasure waves that were about to wash over her.

Her hips undulated as she tried to milk and fuck him back as best she could, despite the fact that she felt no match for the fury with which he was hammering her. Even though the skirts were bunched up under her, she felt water saturate the back of her dress and the bulk of the skirts. She, on the other hand, was not one to leave the fucking to him, and she fucked back with all her might.