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Mala was again having differences with Kapil. This was nothing new. Mala never had a healthy married life from day one of her marriage. She had to go through immense pressures from her in laws and under all situations, Kapil stood by his parents. Moreover Kapil was always the dominating kind when it came to sex. He used to force Mala to do things which she never wanted including several uncomfortable positions and anal sex. In order to let things cool off, she along with her two daughters left his house and went to her parent's place

Mala and Kusum were best friends and nothing was hidden between them. She often used to discuss her problems with Kusum but the best Kusum could do was to console her and try her best to keep her happy.

Though Mala did not mind oral sex but she always disliked the way Kapil used to force his cock down her throat. This was the last thing she wanted. She had never had her pussy eaten by Kapil because that was something he disliked.

Hygiene was another major problem with Kapil. Mala expected her man to be always clean especially before and after sex. Kapil had a bad habit of chewing tobacco but he never washed his mouth before having sex and always used to force his lips on Mala's which she did not like at all. Their sex sessions never lasted beyond 4-5 minutes including undressing time and used to end once Kapil ejaculated and rolled over to sleep. That was it..... For Mala, it was just a humping session and not lovemaking. It was just like humping a whore. Even a whore enjoys sex at times, but Mala never did.

On the other hand Mohit and Kusum were a fine example of a made for each other couple having an excellent marriage. Mohit knew how to please his wife in bed. He allowed her to dominate in bed as and when required and ensure that she experiences all the heavenly pleasures. He was very concerned about his body and used to ensure timely manicures, pedicures, facials etc. He always used to make it a point to have a shower, clean his mouth and apply some good body fragrance before having sex. Their sessions also lasted for a reasonably good time.

Mohit really loved female company and used to feel proud when other ladies praised him before Kusum. Kusum was proud to have a husband like him and she used to boast about his good habits, manners and his adjusting attitude amongst all her friends. In fact some ladies always used to compare Mohit with their husbands and felt how lucky Kusum was.

Kusum shared everything about her and Mohit with Mala including their healthy sex life. Mala always felt happy for Kusum. At the same time she used to admire Mohit for being such a nice husband. She always used to compare him with Kapil and used to wonder what sin she had committed that she was cursed to marry Kapil.

Mala was a gorgeous woman and carried a voluptuous body. At 34 and a mother of two, she had an excellent body. Glancing down at her own body, comparing it with any other woman's body, Mala knew that she would win hands down in a beauty contest. Mala was proud of body and how well preserved it was.

Waves of shimmering Hyderabad heat bounced up from the slate border of the courtyard as Mala sat up. Her skin, already a deep bronze was glistening with sweat on a hot. On a Saturday afternoon, there was a major power failure in Mala's locality. She was informed by the Electricity Board that it might take more that 24 hrs to restore the power. She called up Kusum and informed about the problem. Kusum called her over to her house and stay there till the time the power was restored. Mala went over and was greeted by Kusum and Mohit. They had lunch and lazily sat in the living hall chatting and watching TV. Mala looked over at her friend, Kusum and her husband, Mohit. They were ignoring her as they playfully picked and poked at each other.

"Mala you may go to sleep if you would like to" Kusum said pointing towards the guest Room...

"Looks like two of you want me to leave" Mala said teasingly

"Don't be silly... It's like your own house. Just relax" Kusum assured her.

After some time Mala finally said "It's definitely time for a nap", she mumbled, sitting up slowly, feeling her big, pendant breasts wiggle and roll heavily under the tight thin blouse. "Are you guys still going to watch TV or going to get naughty" Mala said looking at Mohit.

"What, huh," Mohit laughed, looking at Mala as Kusum tickled him, "what, uh, what did you say, Mala?" "I said I am going inside," she repeated herself, swinging her legs off the easy chair. Mohit and Kusum stopped teasing each other for a moment and watched her get up. Mohit couldn't help admiring Mala's shapely breasts that were barely covered by her skimpy blouse. He watched them appreciatively as they wiggled and bobbed enticingly. Her breasts were lovely he thought.

God it would be wonderful to bury his face down between them and try to suffocate himself in their warm softness. Mala was wearing a thin voile blouse and its brevity gave him a new insight on just how beautiful she really was. "Too bad, that Kapil never bothered about her or maybe had lost interest in her" Mohit thought. Still, the blouse hid only some of her abundant charms and her beauty was so captivating, it was working magic... Watching her rise, he saw that her whole body was glistening seductively with sheen of perspiration that highlighted every fetching curve and cranny of her beautiful body. Suddenly, Mohit felt a perverse twinge of excitement course through his hardening cock as he looked on with fascination. He felt himself becoming aroused watching Mala's walk towards her room.

Cursing himself for even thinking about her in a sexual way, he shamefully turned away from her and focused his attention back on Kusum. "Hey, let us go upstairs and do it?" he whispered to Kusum, reaching over and squeezing her breast through the thin material of her sleeveless kurta. "What about Mala," Kusum asked him, smiling mischievously as she watched over his shoulder as Mala disappear into the guest room. "She'll go to her room and have a nap," he laughed softly as he felt Kusum's hand steal down to his throbbing manhood. "Wow, you are ready, aren't you?" Kusum snickered, tickling his rock hardness through material of his shorts. "You'd better believe it," he groaned, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that Mala was gone so that he could straighten out his growing difficulty.

"What made you so hard," Kusum grinned at him. "You," he lied, feeling her hand rubbing his bulging cock through his bathing suit. Pulling Kusum into his arms, Mohit rubbed his hard maleness against her groin as he kissed her long and deep. They stood on there kissing for several moments, their tongues exploring the other's mouth wickedly until they finally they had to break for air. "Wow," Kusum panted, feeling her nipples harden with expectation, "you're making me hot, too." "Good, let's go," Mohit puffed, taking her hand and roughly dragging her to their bedroom. "How do I feel," Mohit asked her, quickly pulling his shorts down to reveal his jutting manhood. Mohit had a long and a thick cock and Kusum was always proud of it, but somehow, it seemed that there was an extra inch added to it. "Oh, My, Wow," Kusum blushed, reaching out and taking hold of his throbbing maleness, "how come you're so big?"

"You make me big," he grinned sitting down beside her. Wrapping both of her hands around Mohit's massive cock, Kusum found that still over half of his great peter still jutted up above her clenched fists. "God, it must be at least a foot long," she said adoringly as she ran her hands up and down the entire length of its rigid stiffness. "Almost, but I'm an inch short," he gloated, slipping his fingers under the waist band of her bikini bottom. "Big deal, one little inch," Kusum snickered as she let him skillfully undo the knot of her salwar and pull it down her long, shapely legs.

"Oh, you are horny, aren't you?" she tittered excitedly as he suddenly began forcing her down onto her back.

"I've been wanting to fuck you all afternoon," he panted, pushing her down on to the bed. "I could tell," she giggled, spreading her legs apart to reveal her youthful, little fuzz covered womanhood.

Looking down at her pussy, Mohit saw the soft, curls of hair that covered her pussy. Grinning expectantly, she continued to spread her legs apart wider and wider. The opening of her puffy little cunt was sticky with her wetness and the fleshy lips surrounding it were stuck together hiding her inner sanctum. Then, as she spread herself wider, the lips finally parted and her cunt gaped open, wet and ready. "God, you have a beautiful pussy," Mohit groaned, clumsily scrambling to his hands and knees. Lying on her back looking up at him, Kusum stared at his huge, thick cock, slashing back and forth angrily as he crawled up between her outstretched legs.

"Every time we do it, I don't think it will fit," she whispered fearfully, "but it always does."

"I don't know how it all fits in your tiny, little hole," Mohit groaned, taking hold of his cock and slowly guiding it down towards her wet, drooling slit. Tenderly, he placed the great, purple head of his cock down in between the soft, wet lips of her cunt and slowly began to push the throbbing monster down into her hot, tightness.

"Oh, My, God," Kusum gasped as she felt his the foreskin slowly rolling back and the cock sliding down into her waiting wetness, "You're too big."

"You're tight,love" he groaned, straining to force his entire eleven inches down into her hot sucking softness.

"I am not that tight. You are big. Oh, Fuck, it feels so good." "God, yes," Kusum gasped as she felt his huge, swollen cockhead finally grind up against her cervix and his hairy belly rub up against her belly. "God, I love the way you fuck me," Kusum gurgled as Mohit began to slide his huge, thick cock in and out of her dripping little slit.

Meanwhile, down in her room, Mala could not get sleep because of the excessive heat even though the fan was running full speed.

"I wonder what Mohit and Kusum are doing," she said out loud. "It sure is quiet down in their room," she muttered and slowly made her way down the hallway towards their room her bare feet making almost no noise. The only sound was the faint tinkle of her anklets. Upon reaching the top Mala paused for a while. She heard strange sounds coming from inside. Curiously, she peeked inside and was shocked almost beyond belief. She could feel her heart actually stop beating. She couldn't believe her eyes as she reeled back in surprise.

All she could see was Mohit's hairy, muscular ass rising and falling and his huge cock sliding in and out of Kusum's pussy. Mala couldn't believe what she was seeing. How could they be so brazen to do it without locking the door knowing that she was in the house? Even as she felt too astounded to react by what she was seeing, she couldn't take her eyes off Mohit's penis as it slashed in and out of the Kusum's tight, wet cunt. Unable to stop herself, she watched on with perverse amazement as his big, dangling balls slapped against the Kusum's upturned buttocks every time he drove his cock into her. Appalled by what she was witnessing, she was horrified to feel a sudden, searing flash of excitement run through her own womanhood as she realized that his penis was huge. She was astounded at the size of his cock. He was enormous. She had never seen a man hung so monstrously. Gaping on in wonder and shock, she found herself becoming sexually excited.

Shamefully aware of her feelings, she couldn't stop her hand as it crept down to her burning womanhood. God, she was going crazy with shame and awe while at the same time she was wickedly excited by what she was watching. Abruptly, she knew she had to leave, before they saw her or she gave herself away. Then just as she started to back away she heard him groan and slam himself down into Kusum as hard as he possibly could. "OH, FUCK, OH FUCK, OFUCK! I am cumming," he growled as he rammed his cock into Kusum as deep as he could.

"MEEEEETTTTOOOOOOOOOO," Kusum blathered out, wrapping her long, tanned legs around Mohit's waist, pulling him down even deeper into her wet, clutching cunt. Stopping her retreat, Mala stared down at their obscene union.

Her eyes were glued on the spot where their two bodies became one. Then as she gawked on in disbelief, she was stunned to see a flood of Mohit's thick, white love-cream come oozing around the thick, pink shaft of his cock. As he thrust himself into the girl, the thick, pure essence of his manhood came gushing out in waves every time his ass clenched and he shot another load into the girl. More and more cum came spilling out, down onto the bed where it formed a puddle below her firm, round ass. Mala couldn't believe her eyes as she continued to stare at their wet, leaking union. She was growing more and more aroused as she watched more and more of his thick, viscid milk pour out of Kusum.

Reeling in fascination and excitement, she watched him continue to hump Kusum again and again, emptying his potent charge of hot, thick semen into his wife. Then at last, Mohit collapsed on top of Kusum. Finally, Mala was able to stagger back away from the door. Turning, she tottered down the hallway toward her room, her head spinning with the memory of what she had seen. Appalled by what she had seen, she was unable to make her legs function properly and bumped into the wall several times as she careened down the hallway. Finally, she reached the sanctuary of her bedroom and bolting inside, quickly closed the door behind her.

Her mind was in such turmoil, she didn't know what to do as she stood leaning against the door, hoping that they hadn't heard her reckless retreat back to her room. Mohit, still in the nether world of satisfaction following his eruption lay on top of Kusum with his cock slowly retreating back down the drenched channel of her vagina. Then, he thought he heard something thumping on the wall outside in the hallway couple with the very faint tinkle of feminine anklets. "Wow, that........." Kusum started only to be shushed by Mohit. "SHHhhhhhhhhh," he shushed her, listening intently, wondering if it had been Mala. God, had Mala seen them making love? "I thought I heard someone out in the hallway," Mohit whispered after several moments of silence. Slowly, he pulled his half-hard cock back out of Kusum's dripping cunt. "Oh," she complained as she felt his cock finally pop out of her abused cunt.

Easing back out from between her legs, Mohit stealthily stepped down onto the floor. Creeping across his room, he stopped at the door and slowly peered out into the hallway. There was no one there, but he could smell the indistinct, but unmistakable aroma of feminine presence in the air. He knew that Mala had been there only moments before. Wondering what to do, he quickly decided not to tell Kusum, hoping that she wouldn't know that he was hiding it from her. "I guess that I was just hearing things," he lied as he walked back over to the bed, his big, drooping dick flopping about heavily. "Your cock is cute after you have cum," Kusum laughed softly, "it just kind of bounces around all over the place. It's not hard and all."

"Hey, you'd better get cleaned up," he grinned at her, looking down at his watch, "your cousin will be here in five or ten minutes to pick you up". Kusum's cousin was getting married and she wanted Kusum to accompany her for most of her shopping. Kusum was supposed to go back at her cousin's place and stay there that night since next day was a Sunday.

"Yeah, now that you've had your fill," she pouted, "you're ready to get rid of me." Kusum said with a cunning smile on her face. "Oh God, what about Mala" suddenly Kusum said realizing that she was there in the guest room.

"I guess she might be fast asleep and we should not disturb her. Anyways, she is aware of your plans. I'll tell her that you had left and will drop her back" Mohit said assuring.

Back in her room, Mala was finally able to stagger over to her bed. Flopping down on it, she rolled over on her back and closed her eyes. As she did, the image of Mohit's big, beautiful cock came flooding back into her mind. Her whole consciousness was filled with the obscene image of it sliding in and out of Kusum's tiny pussy. It was as if the image had been indelibly stamped into her brain leaving behind scar tissue that would never heal. It left her permanently aroused especially when she unwittingly juxtaposed it with her own virtually non existent sexual life.

She would always have the picture of Mohit's great, glistening prick in her mind. To her surprise, she found herself rubbing her womanhood through the thin material of her sari as she replayed the vision over and over again in her mind. How could she be thinking of him like this? After all he was her best friend's husband and they were the best couple she had ever come across. She berated herself as she felt the material of her panty growing wet and sticky with her excitement. God, was she going crazy? She had never in her wildest imaginations thought of Mohit as anything other than her best friend's hubby. Now, her mind was filled with his overwhelming maleness. She had to stop, she told herself. But as if to mock her own conscience, she found herself pulling her petticoat over her long, tanned legs anyway. She tried to stop thinking about him, but she couldn't. The next thing she knew, her finger found her throbbing clitoris and began to tease it. Oh, God, I've got to stop thinking about him, she groaned as she spread her legs open and dipped one long finger down into her hot, clutching cunt.

Then, as she slowly eased her finger in and out of her dripping cunt, she heard a car horn blaring outside. She knew that Kusum's cousin had come by to pick up Kusum. Slowly fucking herself with her finger, she listened and heard Kusum and Mohit thump down the stairs and slam the door as they left the house. After a few seconds, she heard the car drive off. A few seconds later she heard the front door closing. It was probably Mohit coming back inside, she shuddered. Without warning, she felt an inexplicable excitement flash through her body. She and Mohit were now alone in the house. The thought of they being alone aroused her more.....and more....and more....

She couldn't stop herself from fingering her burning clitoris. Then, suddenly, the door to her room opened and Mohit stood in the doorway staring down at her vulnerable nakedness. "Mala, I........................" she heard him say as he stopped and stood staring down at her exposed femininity. She had to cover herself, she thought frantically, but found herself paralyzed, unable to move to cover herself. Instead, she lay there staring up at him stupidly. Neither of them moved for the longest time as time seemed to stop.

They stared into each other's eyes, searching for something. Neither of them could bring themselves to break the spell. It was if they were under the spell of some malignant sorcerer who had them under his control. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Mala was able to tear her eyes away from his, but still she couldn't bring herself to cover her nakedness. As her eyes flitted about frantically, they dropped down to his crotch. As her eyes found the huge bulge in his shorts, she couldn't keep from gasping. It was very obvious that he had an erection. Mohit didn't know what to do or say as he stared down at Mala lying on the bed in front of him. When her eyes had left his, Mohit's eyes immediately swept down to the wet, glistening gash of pink between her long, tanned legs. It was so delicate, so beautifully feminine, so exciting, he nearly died. This couldn't be happening, he thought, as he stared down at the weeping gash of pink flesh slowly drooling her juices down the crack of her ass onto the bed. He couldn't take his eyes off her pussy as it peeked out from the forest of curly brown hair covering her soft, rounded underbelly. Even at that time he couldn't help noticing that the lips were bare and only a triangle of hair was on the mound.

Why she didn't cover herself up, he wondered in amazement as he continued to stare at her exposed vagina, feeling himself growing harder by the second. Did she want him, could she want him to make love to her he wondered as time crept by and she made no effort to hide her nakedness. What did she want him to do? Then, almost in answer to his question, he saw her legs spread just a tiny bit wider. What could she be thinking, he wondered as he looked back up to her face and saw that she was staring down at where his throbbing cock was bulging out. This couldn't be happening, he told himself. He was transfixed as he stood before her. He was so confused; he didn't know what to do. His eyes flicked back from her face to her wet, drooling womanhood several times. Her eyes, however, never wavered from his crotch. She seemed to be waiting for him to expose himself to her as she was presenting her exposed femininity to him. At last, after what seemed like ages had passed, Mohit's passion overrode his fear of the consequences. He decided to find out if Mala wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

It was as if his body was being consumed by an unholy fever that only she could quench. She must allow him to drain off his malignancy inside her soft, warm womanhood. Without taking his eyes away from her eyes, he slowly hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. Taking a deep breath, he began to ease his shorts down off his hips, watching for the first sign of alarm in his Mala's beautiful eyes. Instead of fear and alarm, he saw her eyes watching him with expectancy, almost eagerly waiting for him to reveal himself to her. He continued to ease his shorts down farther and farther until at last, his giant, swollen cock lurched and sprang out into the open. As his cock flopped out into the open, he saw her eyes flare open almost as if in disbelief as she stared at his pulsating monster. "Oh, My, God," she whispered as she saw his giant penis slither out of his shorts, jutting out at her in all of its evil malevolence. She had never seen anything as beautiful, or anything that held such evil and destruction.

It was beautiful, but to feel it inside her would seal their fate and change their lives in a devastating way. She suddenly found it hard to breathe as she stared at the gigantic cylinder of hard, throbbing man-meat jutting out from his belly, obscenely pointing directly at her waiting womanhood. She knew that if she didn't do something to stop the whirlpool of this desire that they were caught up in, they would both soon be drowned in its horrific repugnance. But even as she fought to speak, she felt d**gged and unable to move. Neither of them moved for the longest time as they stared into each other's eyes. As if some ancient convention was being tested, both of them were afraid to trust the other's intention. As they stared at each other, the air inside the room was becoming more and more charged with their restrained passions. There was so much erotic desire flowing between them, it was heating the room. Then Mala's eyes dropped back down to his huge, bounding, throbbing manhood. She couldn't believe this was happening. How could it be? It was so wrong, yet, it seemed so right, so sensible. She loved her friend. She could not do this to Kusum. But how could she let herself burn in this fire of lust. She had to calm it down.

Mohit was able to bring his legs to work. Like a drunken zombie, he took a tiny, faltering step towards her. His cock was so hard it ached as it bounded up and down wildly. Then he took another step, and another until he was standing at the foot of his her bed staring down at her pussy that lay open, glistening wetly with her excitement. The only movement he had detected her was her eyes. She still had made no attempt to cover her nakedness. On the other hand, she hadn't indicated that she wanted him to make love to her either. She had made no movement that would indicate that she wanted him to bring their confrontation to an end one way, or the other. Standing at the foot of her bed, he was torn between desire and fear. Should he take that last final step. Should he take the step that would forever change their feeling for each other?

Although on separated by inches, that last step was miles wide. It would take all the courage he could find to take it. . Then, he saw her hand move. Her finger that had been touching her clitoris slowly retreated back and then her hand slowly began to move away from her womanhood, creeping up over her stomach. Even though her hand withdrew from her exposed femininity, she made no effort to close her legs or hide her vulnerability. Mohit watched her hand as it crept higher and higher until it was joined by her other hand between her breasts. She stopped for a moment, her hands clutching the top hook that held her blouse secure. Then with one quick flick of her fingers, she unfastened all the hooks and the blouse sprang open revealing her big, beautiful breasts. As her top flew apart revealing her breasts, Mohit felt his cock lurch and jump with expectant excitement.

It was the sign he had been waiting for. Tossing caution to the wind, he climbed onto the bed and scrambled up between her long , tan outstretched legs. Staring down at the wet, oozing gash of soft pink flesh that gaped open so invitingly, he stopped with his great, bobbing cock pulsating above it threateningly. He had never known such need or desire. It was as if his very soul was on fire and the only way he could put of the hellish fire was to immerse himself in her hot, wet cunt. Then, to his utter delight and shock, he watched as she slowly lifted her hand. As she reached for him, it took every last ounce of his control to keep from spewing out his load of hot, heavy semen all over her hand when she finally touched him. "Oh, Mala," he groaned as he watched her bend his thick, unyielding cock down, pointing the swollen purple headed monster down at her gaping woman-wound.

Fate chose that very moment to intervene. The drone of a mobile phone distracted both of them. As if coming out of a reverie, Mala pulled it out from under the pillow and answered it 'Yes.?' For a moment Mohit did not know what to do. The hand that was directing his cock towards her pussy was now holding the phone. He couldn't help but follow the conversation. By now it was evident that it was her husband who was at the other end, suggesting that they give their marriage another chance. And here was Mohit before whom the wife was sprawled and who he was about to fuck. Perhaps the tension of the conversation made Mala bring her knees together. Lest the passion die down, Mohit pressed Mala's bare breast which had the effect on Mala that she opened her legs again and promising to speak to her husband again later ended the conversation.

She then looked at him and smiled. ' I... I guess if we have to do it we should do it in a more comfortable way.'

'Well, yes..' Mohit did not expect any dialogues.

'Let me get rid of my clothes. Okay.' She said.

'Oh sure.' Mohit got up. Mala stripped herself naked quickly. Mohit couldn't help but keep admiring her.

'Stop staring.' She teased him. ' Your cock is still wet with Kusum's juice and you want to fuck her good friend.'

'Well....' Mohit stammered.

'Don't say anything.' Mala said lying down again and she slowly spread her legs again.

Trying to control the urge to drive his cock into her in one brutal thrust, he waited as she fitted the great round cockhead down into the steaming opening of her vagina.

"Now............ NOW, put it in me," she told him, lifting her pelvis up at him and urging him to enter her most sacred of sacred places.

"Oh, Fuck," he gasped as he slowly eased his massive penis down into the scalding, sucking core of her cunt, "God, I Love it." She was so hot and ready for him, his cock didn't hesitate on its journey down into her vagina. Barely able to keep from slamming his long, thick maleness into her, Mohit slowly eased it down and watched the foreskin roll back in a very similar fashion that it had rolled back when he had entered Kusum until it was totally immersed inside her hot, clutching cunt. He couldn't believe that his huge cock was completely immersed in Mala. It had only taken seconds for him to completely transform their lives. He had never experienced pleasure so deep and intense. It threatened to short out his touch with reality. Then rising up, he hunched into her, thrusting his cock even deeper into the unprofaned depths of her hot, vagina.

Holding his cock thrust down into her as hard as he could, he leaned down and hungrily sucked a giant, swollen nipple into his mouth. "Ohhhhhhh, Moooooooohiiiitttttttttt," Mala moaned as she grabbed his ass and dug her long, pink fingernails deep into the hard muscles of his ass. Sucking on her swollen, bulbous nipple, he grabbed hold of her breast and roughly massaged it as he continued to grind his cock into her.

"Oh, yeah, Fuck Me Now," Mala groaned, thrusting herself up at him.

"Oh, God, Mala," Mohit gasped, spitting out her nipple and jerking his cock back down the drenched channel of her cunt. Without pausing, Mohit began to hammer his cock into her cunt as if his very life depended on it. In and out, in and out like a madman, faster and faster until his hips were a blur. "Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck," he blathered out as he drove himself into her brutally. She took the entire length of his monstrous organ down into the deep depths of her drenched cunt every time.

As he drove himself into her, he could feel her thrust herself up at him hungrily. She wanted all he could give every time he slammed his cock into her. Clenching his ass cheeks in her hands, she dug her long nails into him urging him to fuck her faster and faster. As they wildly fucked, she obscenely lifted her lovely, long legs up into the air and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Squeezing him tightly between her strong, smooth thighs, she dug her heels into his ass, coaxing him to drive his huge cock into her burning love-wound deeper and deeper. Like two battling degenerate b**sts, they tore at each other. Their bodies clashed together again and again as if they seemed bent on destroying each other. They hurled themselves together time after time in this combat. Growls and a****l sounds escaped from them as they fucked and fucked. Mala couldn't get enough of her Mohit's gigantic cock. She never had her husband fill her so full and stretch her almost beyond her capacity, but still she had to have more of him. She had never dreamed that his cock was so long, so thick, so huge.

He was almost to larger for her. Despite his size, she needed all of him inside her burning, aching cunt as she grunted and strained to pull him deeper and deeper into her with each savage thrust. Never had she even dreamed of making love to Mohit and now she couldn't imagine not doing it. She couldn't ever remember being fucked so hard and passionately. Thrusting herself up at him every time he slammed his cock into her burning, aching cunt, she tried to absorb him through her stinging pussy. "Oh, Fuck, , Oh, Fuck me Mohit, Yeah...Just Fuck my brains out...Yeah, I, Need, It, I Need, It," she blabbered out as Mohit continued to ream her sopping, scalding cunt with his giant prick. Mohit had never felt such power and control in his whole life. He had never even fantasized about having sex with Mala and now he was atop her fucking her brains out and she was loving it.

He wanted to fuck her forever and ever. Suddenly, Mohit abruptly stopped driving his cock into her drenched cunt. "Whatthhmmmmmpppfffffff," she started to say before her mouth was covered by Mohit's as he kissed her deep and wetly. Driving his tongue deep into her mouth, he explored her mouth before sucking her hot, probing tongue into his mouth. Kissing and sucking on each other, they groveled in ecstasy. Keeping his thick, hard cock shoved down into her hot cunt, he could feel the pouting, meaty lips of her painfully swollen cunt pulsing tightly around his hardness. As they passionately devoured each other, she gently milked his swollen manhood with her strong, flexible cunt muscles. Finally, Mohit had to break for air. Gasping for breath, he tore his mouth from hers and dove down onto her huge, rolling breasts. Grabbing the soft, pliable flesh of her breasts in his hands, he squeezed and kneaded both of her beautiful breasts while he sucked on first one nipple and then the other great swollen nipple.

He had never felt anything as soft and warm and wonderful as her big, beautiful breasts. He wanted to rub his face in their wonderful softness forever and never stop. But even after a few moments, he felt her impatience as she began to move against him, urging him to make love to her again. He quickly began to fuck her dripping, burning cunt again. "Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, , Oh, Yes, Oh Yes...Ahhhhh , Do It to me," she gurgled, thrusting herself up against him once again, taking him to the limit every time. Like a madman, he slammed his slid his gigantic maleness in and out of her deep wetness so fast his hips became a blur. In and out, his giant cock slashed, slinging her spewing juices flying all over the bed. As he fucked her, he could smell her musky, pungency as the room filled with the erotic odor of her sex. "Oh, God, Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh Fucckkkkkkkkkkk," she groaned as her whole body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. "Oh! I am cuming," she screamed out at him.

He felt his cock give a mighty lurch inside her spasming pussy. Suddenly, a spout of his boiling semen spurted out into her sucking, clenching socket. "OHMYGOD," Mala screamed again, as she felt the white hot geyser of his thick, scalding hot boy-cream spewing out onto the bruised and raw lining of her cunt. "OHHHHHFFFUUUCCKKKKK!" Mohit bellowed out as he rammed his cock into her hot, absorbing womanhood and let it spew out its lethal load inside of her. "OhYes Oh Yes...Oh Yes Fill Me Up With Your Wonderful Cream," she blurted out as she felt his cock jerk again and squirt another gigantic gusher of cum into her. "Oh, Yeah.... I am Going to Fill your cunt with my cum," Mohit groaned jerk and jerk, spewing out eruption after eruption of his thick, gooey cum into Mala. At last her cunt could hold no more and it came oozing out around his cock just as it had done with Kusum. Again and again, his mighty weapon bucked and exploded inside of her overflowing cunt.

Mala couldn't believe how much semen Mohit's cock was spewing into her as she felt it begin to leak out of her cunt and trickle down the crack of her ass. God, she thought, she had never seen such virility in a man. Was it ever going to stop erupting inside of her? "OH, God, Mala," Mohit cried out, afraid that he had broken something inside of his cock because it wouldn't stop spurting. He had shot out so much of his thick, spunky cum his balls were beginning to hurt.

"It's okay, Mohit, keep filling me full," she cooed to him trying to comfort him. Then suddenly, with one last mighty heave, his cock abruptly stopped ejaculating and with a groan, Mohit collapsed down on top of her. She had never experienced such unbridled passion before. It had left her exhausted, both mentally and physically. Strangely, Mohit seemed to weigh nothing and she hardly felt him pressing down on her at all. Then glancing over, she saw that most of his weight was resting on his arms as he held them up against her body. As they lay in each other's arms, Mohit snuggled his face down into the crook of her neck and lovingly nuzzled her, kissing her softly. Neither of them spoke for the longest time as they lay there joined together.

Then she realized that his massive penis wasn't shrinking. It remained hard and thick, lodged inside of her aching cunt like a giant cork. Why wasn't he like other men, she wondered. Why didn't his cock shrivel up and slip out of her cunt? Instead, it lay inside of her, thick, swollen and throbbing with potency. How this could be, she wondered, knowing that he had also shot more cum into her than any other man. Then she felt his cock twitch inside of her. Not knowing what to expect, she was startled when Mohit slowly rose up onto his elbows and looked down at her. Their eyes met and locked. She could see the love in his eyes as it flowed between them. Then she felt him begin to move inside of her once again. Bending down, Mohit kissed her long and hard as he slowly pulled his thick, bloated cock down the foamy channel of her cunt. Then, giving her soft, pouting lips a tender nibble, she slowly eased his huge cock back into her again, sliding it in until the thick, puffy cockhead nudged up against her cervix. Then, he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, filling her completely, but lovingly.

She had never been fucked so tenderly, so gently. It was as if he was afraid her pussy was made of delicate china and he would break it. Slowly, he pumped his cock in and out of her bruised, aching cunt, churning their juices into a thick, frothy lather that slowly dripped out of her tight slit. Lying under him, feeling his magnificent penis impaling her time after time, Mala felt herself drifting away from reality and floating on a gigantic wave of hedonistic pleasure. Her whole being was centered entirely on her aching cunt where Mohit's lovely cock was slowly sliding in and out of her. Her cunt had grown extremely sensitive and she imagined that she could even feel the thick, blue blood vessels that encircled his cock. They were distended; filled with his, hot blood. They bulged out arrogantly to keep the massive cylinder of meat filled with blood. He was so big, every time he slipped his cock back into her, it d**g her clit down along the barrel, driving her insane with pleasure. Then without realizing it, she found herself climaxing as tiny, little explosions of sensual joy filled her mind over and over again.

It was like watching fireworks display, except it was going on in her head. Explosion after explosion shook her body, immersing her in such pleasure; she lost contact with reality and floated in the thick luxury of pure sexual indulgence. On and on she floated, not having a care in the world as her mind was being overloaded by the sensual bombardment. At last, she could endure it no longer and slipped off into u*********sness. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her room was dimly lit by the fading light. Lying in her bed, foggily trying to recollect the events that had led up to this moment, she wondered why her room seemed to be growing lighter. Slowly, afraid that her head would fall off if she moved to quickly, she turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand. It read 7:00, so why was it getting light outside. Had she gone insane? Maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare, she thought until she moved her legs and felt a twinge of pain between them.

Running her hand down to her aching womanhood, she found that her inner thighs were coated with a film of thick, creamy sap. Then her mind crazily lurched back to her union with Mohit... God, had it really happened. She knew it had. What an afternoon. But why was it getting light. Suddenly, she realized that they must have fucked all night long and now it was morning. But, where was Mohit Why had he left? Was he disgusted by what they had done? Then, as if to answer to her question, she heard the distant sound of water running through the pipes of the house. Apparently Mohit was taking a shower in his bathroom. Sitting up, she suddenly felt she had to explain to him why she had taken him into her bed. He must know the reason, but chillingly, she realized that there was no reason other than her sick lechery. She hadn't planned it, but her perverse desire to have him make love to her had overcome her. Somehow, she had to explain it to him so that he wouldn't take all the blame himself.

Swinging her long, tanned legs off the bed, she groggily stood up and stumbled toward the door. Seeing herself in the mirror, she quickly decided that a shower wouldn't hurt her either as her legs and stomach were coated with the evidence of recklessness. Rushing into her bathroom, she quickly showered.

Stepping out her shower, she toweled herself off and wrapped the towel around her waist. Reaching for her robe, she stopped. Looking in the mirror, she decided to leave her large, pendant breasts bare. Mohit liked to look at her breasts, so maybe this would show him how she felt toward him now. Having regained the use of her legs again, she walked over to the door and stepped out into the hallway. As she started toward Mohit's room, she was taken by surprise when he suddenly stepped out into the hallway. Both of them stopped dead as they stared at each other. His eyes quickly dropped to her great, drooping breasts. They were bare and dangling down heavily. She could easily see that he wasn't feeling the remorse she thought he might be as he was stark naked. Even though the sun was barely up and she was barely awake, her eyes quickly flitted down to his great, half-hard cock dangling down between his muscular legs. How could she be drawn to him so easily, she wondered as she felt a sudden twinge of perverse desire spring up inside her battered, bruised pussy.

Tearing her eyes away from his manhood, she saw that he was staring back at her with love and desire filling his eyes. "Ohhhhh Mohit," she moaned, quickly rushing down the hallway into his waiting arms.

"I Love you so much."

"I love You too Mala" he groaned, taking into his strong, young arms and pulling her into him. Crushing his mouth down onto hers, he kissed her long and deep. She could feel his maleness slowly brush against her leg as it began to harden and lift itself. Abruptly, she had the overpowering urge to feel his giant cock inside of her mouth before he became too big. Falling to her knees before him, she lifted his dangling penis up to her mouth and quickly sucked him into her mouth. "Oh, My, God Mala," he wheezed as his cock quickly began to grow harder and bigger. Sucking him into her mouth, her warm, soft lips cupped the bullet-hard, bursting head of his penis as she lovingly sucked on it. The unanticipated attack on his cock by Mala had driven Mohit almost instantly to the point of ejaculation.

"God, Mala, I'm going to cum," he gasped, fighting to hold it back, but rapidly loosing the battle, "Mala, Please, I can't stop it." It seemed as if all his words were falling on deaf ears. Mala was just too engrossed in sucking his cock as if that was the last one available on earth. She just continued to suck him. For a while she looked at him moving her eye balls up. It seemed as if she was possessed by a vampire with a piece of meat in her mouth.

Ignoring his pleas, she engulfed the smooth head of his bulging prick in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around it twitching hardness again and again. To Mohit's surprise, her lips were like bands of fire, encircling his cock in a ring of ecstasy sending pleasure running down his cock with maddening excitement. "I CAN'T STOP MALA," he blurted out as his cock began to jerk and pumped out a gusher of thick, foamy cream into Mala's hot, sucking mouth.

Mala didn't hesitate as she quickly nursed down his thick, rich, sperm filled cream while he continued to empty the contents of his swollen testicles into her mouth. Grabbing his dangling, spasming gonads in her hands, she cupped them lovingly, squeezing and pulling on them. Enjoying the feel of his hot, potent semen spurting into her mouth, she tried to coax more and more it into her mouth as she hungrily devoured his offering.

"Oh, God," he cried as he thrust his spurting, jerking penis into her mouth, "God, it's too much." Suddenly, jerking his still spurting cock out of her mouth, he fell to his knees.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Mala gushed, reaching down and taking hold of his cock as it continued to buck and spew cum,

"Keep on Cumming, cum all you can." "Oh, Fuck," he shuddered as Mala masturbated him and he continued to erupt, spurting out thick strings of his foamy cum all over her hands and stomach. At last, his great cock stopped lurching in her hand.

"God, Mala, I'm so sorry," he blathered,

"For what?" she asked, leaning forward and tenderly kissing his lips in a way that he too could feel the taste of his cum.

"It was wonderful. And if at all you had to feel sorry it should have been when you came inside me. Did it not strike you that I could get pregnant? Anyway don't bother. I took care of that. Anything we do together is wonderful, don't you think?"

"I've never felt this way, Mala," he whimpered. ",

"Neither have I," she smiled lovingly.

"Mala, I have to have you," he growled, staggering to his feet, his giant peter already hardening with growing expectation. Bending down, he swept his mother up in his arms. Straining under her beautifully compacted one-hundred and twenty pounds, he lifted her.

"My goodness," she gasped, amazed at his strength, "I didn't know you had such muscles." "Then, there are a lot of things I didn't know about you," she smiled wickedly as he staggered down the hall toward his bedroom. As she spoke, her hand found his growing manhood and lovingly fondled it as he clomped down the hallway. Straining under her weight, he finally made it to his room. Staggering inside, he quickly stumbled over to his bed and delicately kept her down onto it. Sensing his immediate need, Mala quickly spread her long, bronzed legs apart and reaching down to her womanhood spread herself open for him. "Oh, God," Mohit gasped, crawling up between her outstretched legs, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mohit," she cooed, reaching up and guiding his jutting hardness down into the soft, waiting core of her soul, "and I always will with all my heart and soul." Thrusting himself down into her, Mohit buried himself all the way to the hilt inside of her hot, meaty cunt with in one swift thrust. Holding himself buried deep inside of her salivating vagina, Mohit bent down and softly kissed her full, pouting lips.

"Will you let me make love to you again, uh, I mean after today?" he asked her slowly sliding his cock in and out of her weeping slit. "I don't want to ever quit making love to you." "I would never stop you from making love to me," she cooed, thrusting herself back up at him, sucking him back into her aching cunt, "how could I after today?" "Do you really mean it?" he asked incredulously, stopping to give her another soft, loving kiss on the lips.

"Of, course," she laughed softly, "You are my new lover."

"But what about Kapil's telephone call. I mean once you and he make up...' Mohit said.

"Ohhhhhh...Fuck me hard" she murmured as he slowly started fucking her again, "and we'll make love as and when possible.. everywhere possible. And even if I make up with my husband. Happy? You will be able to fuck me whenever you want. And I will suck you and drain you whenever I want. That's a promise!. But that would depend upon what you do with Kusum," Mala returned with a hint of possessiveness in her voice. "Would you be able manage her?"

"Uhhhhh, manage Kusum ........" Mohit gulped, as visions of being in bed with Mala and making love to her danced in his mind. "Gosh, Mala," he mumbled, feeling her tighten the satiny sheath of her vagina around his cock, softly milking him with her cunt muscles, "oh, Fuck, I'll do anything to make love to you. If as a woman you can allow me to fuck you whenever I or rather we want, you too have my promise. I'll fuck you whenever you want..whenever I want...whenever we want. And my marriage with Kusum will be no hindrance to it"

"Good," she sighed, relaxing her hold on his cock, "Oh, Mala," Mohit groaned as he began to pound his cock into her with a vengeance,

"I've died and gone to heaven." "So have I," she laughed...