As simran tried to keep off and he tried to thrust up into her, he looked towards the house only to see his master (deepak) peering towards the mango tree. He walked with simran wrapped around him away from the house, beyond the mango tree, towards the cowshed at the back. With each step was a shuffle of feet and leaves gave away his movements. With each step was the bouncing of her body and the cunt nosed, rode, or sank, to varying extents at varying times on his bobbing cock.
The deepak walked towards the mango trees, "Who is there?"
"HAAAAA.....AAA.....AAAAH.. MMMMMMMMMMMMMM....!" came a low scream from simran as in one his steps servant speared her fully. He felt good when he sank in fully, for he could hardly bear the waiting. For the next few steps he was nestled in her and the progress to the simrand was slower. But it was more pleasurable as they jiggled and fucked with every move. simran’s eyes were on the moving form of her husband and simran quickly whispered to her servant, "DAI EN PURUSHAN VANTHUTTAN,,,APPURAMA KUTHUDA... IPPA VERA ENGAYAVATHU PODA...!"
The urgency in her voice was not lost on servant, he lifted her off his cock and staggered towards the cowshed. As soon as they were in, he rested his aching arms by letting her lean on a buffalo. simran let her arms rest and spread herself back on the buffalo, her ass still in servants hands. Immediately, the servant fucked her hard and fast giving himself relief from the build up caused by the interruption at the mango grove.
The squelching sounds and the whimpering from the fucking filled the shed and the buffalo shuffled its feet under the powerful thrusts from servant. simran grabbed servant's shoulders as she lost balance. Once again simran was wrapped around his hips fucking him hard.Nothing, it seemed nothing, could hold them back from fucking. They just had to try to tame one another and intense lust had gripped them.
Now they heard footsteps outside the cowshed. There was only one way for simran to prevent her husband from entering the shed. She asked him to carry herself to the door of the shed so that she leaned on the door, making it difficult, if not impossible for anyone to push it in and enter.It also allowed him to continue to fucking her, for he felt he would go mad if the thrusting were to stop. He just had to have that hot, wet, bubbling cunt ride him. Now, as he thrust, the thump of her body against the metal door became the drumbeat of their lust. Their fucking tapped its rhythm on the metal. simran’s fingers were over the top of the door as simran reached up and behind to steady herself.
"NEE MANUSUNA ILLA MIRUGAMA DA....AAAAAAA....IVLO VEGAMA KUTTHURA!" simran hissed.
"ENDI THEVIDIYA,,,UNNAN NINAICHU EVLO KAYADICHIRUPAEN,,INNAIKKU NEE SETHA DI..!" he snarled at her, fucking her up twice harder for good measure.
"Who is that?" came up a voice from real close.
"It’s me! Go away from here!" replied the Simran gruffly.
Deepak recognized the voice of the his wife simran who no one dared defy and stopped short. Those fingers which deepak spotted on the side of the door were not a woman’s. The feet which deepak could see at the foot of the door were pointing towards the door and were male leg.
The door itself was bending as if pressure were being applied on it and with each bend, came a thump. The thumps came in a rhythm deepak had once been accustomed to, though not lately, leaving him in no doubt as to what was going on. What deepak did not, and could not know, was who.But that was not such a big matter for deepak knew her wife simran fucked at will. Discreet, and resigned over the years to the ways of his feudal lordship deepak moved off, and maintained a watch from afar.
As the footsteps receded, both servant and simran needed to rest their limbs and he allowed her to slide down, all along the metal door. Her descending body yanked his cock downwards till it eventually slid out, and sprang up when released, smearing itself on her belly. Then as simran slid further, it nestled against her breasts. servant held her by her armpits, luxuriating in the warmth of the valley of her breasts. And then her face was in his groin.
simran stared in fascination at the magnificent specimen of maleness. "NEE THAANDA EN PURUSHAN...ENNAMA KUTHURA... SUPERDA....," simran thought to herself. And simran did something simran had seen the porn movies that she had once brought. simran kissed the cock, tasting herself and him, but of course, not knowing which flavor was male and which female. simran opened her lips and allowed him to sink into the wet warm recess of her mouth. Thakur put his hand on her pretty head of beautiful hair and fucked her face. "KADAVULEY....AAAAHHH ENNAMA OOMBURA INTHA THEVIDIYA!" he thought to himself.
simran’s hand closed over the cylinder of flesh as simran pumped in and out of her mouth and then suddenly she let go. simran sank to the straw on the floor of the cowshed and now was kneeling to make a thick enough bed of hay for them to lie on and fuck. As simran knelt and went about this task, simran could see from the gap at the foot of the door her husband deepak standing at the rear veranda of the house looking towards the cowshed.
Servant was meanwhile transfixed by the sight of simran on all fours in front of him. Her hips were provocatively wiggling and her knees were sufficiently apart. He knelt behind her and raised her skirt, exposing her once again. A hand went under her and he held her soft stomach. With his other hand he guided his cock, slathering the valley between her legs. It touched her anus, her perineum and her coarse haired pussy. The slit was gaping open and wet and took but a moment to absorb his cock simran gasped as new spots in her pussy were now caressed by that knobby monster. simran braced herself on all fours allowing servant to ride her. Soon his hands came up to grip her breasts. He held her hard, pinching her nipples. Then he raised himself on one knee. From this position of strength, he fucked her hard.
With each thrust, simran sobbed out her pleasure. Her eyes were closed as simran concentrated on the hot pillar pounding her. Waves of orgasms poured out of her cunt. When her eyes were open they naturally wandered to the husband standing on the veranda. simran’s eyes opened with shock with servant changed the angle and the rearing cock head touched her g-spot. simran blabbered out loud and wildly, " OTHA GOMMALA. ..KUTHUDA. ...NEE KUTHURA KUTHULA, EN KOOTHI KILINJU,,NAAAAN SETHURANUM,,,,Yah, yah, yah!"
simran started to buck and thrash back at him. His cock twisted and turned and he felt her pussy walls contracting and ravaging his cock. The throes of her orgasm had her bucking like a cow mounted by a bull and he gripped her breasts hard to hang on to her. His fingers were surely making their mark on her tender skin but those breasts were so ripe, and so asking to be eaten!
simran noticed the servants shuddering and loss of control when she moved and twisted on that cock. Now was the time for her to drive her point. simran leaned forward and allowed his cock to slide almost entirely out.Servant wildly lunged forward to find the hot wet nesting place again. simran skillfully avoided him. As simran leaned further forward, the angle of cunt to cock changed and the servant risked losing her pussy completely. He stopped so that at least he wouldn’t lose the positioning.simran now gently rode back, the pussy only gliding over the exposed and raging head. Servant shuddered. He thrust his hips forward, allowing his cock to project outward, fully exposed, ready to take the gripping cunt’s caress on his cock. But it never came.
simran had turned her head and was looking back at him. Her lustrous black hair was undone and framed her face, her shoulders, and her breasts. simran smiled at him. He groaned and caressed her buttocks, kneading them and running his fingernails all the way up to her shoulders. simran shuddered and shivered from the touch.
But her hips stayed perfectly still. "ITHU," simran said with a quick backward jab of her pussy, "ITHU ITHUTHANEY UNAKKU VENUM?"
Thakur shuddered and his neck and head went into spasms. "Y…ye…… yessssssssss!" he hissed.
"Then," simran continued with a harder jab, "DAILY VENUMA" - and here simran fucked him really hard- "KANDIPPA"and in conclusion simran rotated her cunt pulling his cock in all directions." Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! DEVIDIYA MUNDA!" shouted servant as his nails dug into the fleshy ass.
Pushed on simran, holding her cunt away from him and leaning forward to the edge of a ‘slip-out’.his hands gripping her hips as simran lowered her head and presented her ass upward to him. simran was giving him control once again."AMAM DA UNAKKU NAAN ENNAIKKUM DEVIDIYA THAAAN ENNAI OTHU THAALLLUDA!" begged the woman who was at least 10 years elder than her servant.
Servant needed to spill his seed and cum and fill her now. He just had to. This simran's tight and gripping cunt, her gymnastics, her sauciness and the sheer illicitness of their mating was all too much for this poor boy.He moved into the mating rhythm and started to pound in and out mercilessly. simran was reduced to a whimpering and quivering mass of exploding flesh as orgasm after orgasm wrenched out of her poor, ravaged pussy.A 3 hour (or more?) long fuck in one night was a bit too much.