4 comments/ 50522 views/ 4 favorites Deepa's Challenge Ch. 01 By: misterwho Deepa's understanding turned to disgust bordering on revulsion. She had initially accepted, even felt grateful about the manner in which her dearest friend Sunita had moved in on her father. Her father Shom (whom Sunita referred to as "Uncle Shom") had recently been widowed and Sunita had come to spend some time with the family which was so close to her. Sunita had a lot of sympathy for Uncle Shom for she thought he must feel lonely. And then she had chanced upon Uncle Shom masturbating furiously and sobbing as he came in great convulsions. That orgasm seemed to bring more grief than relief. The younger woman felt impelled to provide some comfort to the father of her dear friend. She had comforted the older man, at first masturbating him, allowing him to cling to her and play with her while he spurted. The next day the old man showed his animal side as the emotions retreated and the needs emerged. Sunita was an unwilling participant initially and then a delighted companion as she feasted on the thick, robust cock which would have put her own husband's cock to shame. From there is it was sexuality unleashed as Sunita hungered for the fullness and the raw stamina of the older Uncle Shom. In those initial days after her mother's death Deepa rarely left her father alone for too long. As she came by to check on her father she saw the blissful union of Sunita and Shom. Both were murmuring endearments to each other as their bodies thrashed; at other times they were screaming for each other in lust. Deepa saw it all. There was relief that her father, who had grown withdrawn and depressed at his wife's death, seemed to find an emotional and physical anchor in Sunita. And Sunita was a dear, dear family friend. She could be assured of discretion. It was better to keep it within a closed circle. Deepa did find her friend's sexual energy go beyond the initial comfort and sympathy. Despite their age difference the two unlikely lovers seemed to go at each other with animal gusto. Gradually, Deepa had evidence of raw lust at play as her father marauded slender Sunita. She had had glimpses of her father's member and gargantuan it was. She had no way of knowing how Sunita felt accommodating his girth -- except for the sound she made; but her friend was petite and small built; the odds were that Sunita was stretched to her limit. That is how it seemed when watching her thrash, wail and blabber in orgasm. Sunita's visits were brief. In those short hours Uncle Shom and Sunita fucked with abandon. Deepa who was the reason for the proximity, became a formality that merely held up the main event. Deepa was anyhow in the know and Sunita knew that; whether the old man knew was unclear. If he did, he didn't seem to care. His lust for the hot young woman he had known from her early childhood overshadowed any caution he might have wanted to show. But Sunita was a working mother and lived in another city. Her absences were long and Uncle Shom clearly longed for the physical intimacy. To compensate for the long absences, Deepa had on at least one occasion organized for Sunita and Shom to spend a long night of lust together. It had not quite worked out that way when Sunita's husband unexpectedly landed up as well. But that was the best Deepa could do. And now for a long, long time, Sunita had been unable to snatch time away from work and home. It was in this period that Deepa developed disgust at her father's unbridled sexual needs. In the wash basket she regularly found his dhoti (sarong- type white garment worn around the waist) smeared with large gobs of cum as he had masturbated into it. If the garment wasn't wet she had taken to examining it closely till she found the crusty, dry patch in the cloth where the cum had dried out. He seemed to masturbate at least twice a day; just before his bath in which case the dhoti was damp or the night before, in which case it had dried out. It had also become impossible for her to just wander around the house without announcing her presence. The old man might be masturbating in an open place where anyone, including his daughter could walk in on him. While what he had been doing had become obvious, both father and daughter pretended nothing was out of place. On one occasion though, she burst upon him when he had just commenced cumming; he could not stop as his body was wracked with spasms; she exit the way she had entered avoiding eye contact with him the rest of the day. She blamed Sunita for unleashing this animal in him. Perhaps, left alone, Shom would have come to terms with the changed circumstances and pushed sex out of his mind and turned to spiritual matters. Perhaps the availability of Sunita and Deepa's own acquiescence had unleashed something unmanageable. Deepa started to see the reason in the Indian way of things when as people aged they were gently guided to spiritual pursuits. At the same time, she remembered how she had initially felt about Sunita sexually engaging her father. She had felt warm and grateful. She was relieved that someone was able to draw out her father. And what Sunita gave seemed to solve it for him; that was something Deepa could not have given, or even guessed. But time had passed. What was needed back then was no longer needed now. And Deepa was fed up with having to be circumspect around the house with her father. Wild sexuality has a way of looking incredible in the cold light of a normal day. Deepa could not come to terms with all that happened and all that she allowed when she looked back. Sunita's long absence allowed Deepa to close the curtains on that episode. Gradually she acted on her disgust and let it be known in subtle ways that she disapproved of the old man's behavior. She knew he still needed those violent masturbation sessions but she didn't take note of them or of the evidence. Like all sexuality in Indian society, it was known but unstated; known but not sanctified by acknowledgement. And then came Sunita's announcement that she would be visiting. Deepa went into a tizzy. Just when things were looking like they would fall into place and get under control, the temptress was arriving. She knew that the two would feed on each other in as depraved a manner as possible and as shamelessly as they needed to be. She phoned Sunita to find out if she was coming with husband and her kids. That would force her to maintain a modicum of restraint which would help Deepa. "So? You have decided to find time for us after a long time!" she moved towards her real agenda after the initial pleasantries in the conversation. "Hanh," sighed Sunita with a long exhalation of air. "Its been long since I spent time with you guys. Doesn't look nice you know, we are so close and then suddenly long absences. Actually, this place is getting too much for me. Am majorly stressed out between work, home, kids and Karan's demands on me," she explained. "You are coming with all of them aren't you?" asked Deepa, tense as she waited for the reply. "Actually, no," replied her friend. Deepa's tension mounted. "But why? Bring them! You know I enjoy playing with the kids," pushed Deepa. "No I just need to be there on my own. I need to relax," said Sunita firmly. Deepa could not guess what was in Sunita's mind. Was she really craving peace or was she looking for privacy? "But I will look after the kids. You relax," suggested Deepa, hoping against hope her friend would take the bait. "Come on. You know how the kids are," said Sunita. "Chal, see you on Friday," she said, underscoring an end to the conversation. Before Deepa could say anything further Sunita had put the phone down. Deepa became thoughtful. She presumed -- and the past provided every justification for it -- that her friend was looking for private time with her father. You couldn't have called it a 'quiet' time she mused. It would be noisy if the past was any evidence. Huffing, puffing, moaning, groaning and sometimes endearments and call-outs bordering on the obscene. Despite her new attitude to their sexuality she found herself juicing up at the thought of their sexual encounters. She allowed her mind to drift, envisioning the time she had come up the stairs and found Sunita astride her father. Their eyes had met. And then there was the occasion when Sunita was on the phone with her while fucking Uncle Shom. Deepa's hands wandered tenderly over her own body She teased herself as she imagined how the small-built Sunita might feel and take the large-built Shom. She pinched her own nipple and played with her pubis. It felt nice and warm and she briefly found herself wondering about her own father -- and then her upbringing pulled her back from the forbidden. Not only was it forbidden for her, it was also forbidden for her to let Sunita fuck Shom like this. "Lust is forbidden... Pleasure is forbidden!" she thought as she let her hand drift down to vale between her legs and the other hand reclaimed her heavy breast with a vengeance. "You can't go for this!" her mind screamed as her hand pressed down on the Mons and thumb and forefinger searched out the long brown taut nipple. "Nothing is allowed!" she hissed, grinding the base of her palm on her pubis, squeezing out a small sliver of pleasure as she imagined the rock hard pillar of flesh that Sunita had come to worship. She thought of it as an anonymous cock as that was all her mind would allow her to visualize. The grinding palm caused her to shudder as she took a small dip of pleasure. Then steeling herself, she shook herself out of her warm, fuzzy reverie. She would have to do things to prevent an outbreak of lust in her house. This time she would have to redraw the lines. If she didn't, she felt, the time after Sunita's departure would be impossible. Shom would get back to masturbation. And as for her own self... she had no idea how to control the undercurrent of her own emerging sexual needs. Those screams of Sunita's told Deepa she was missing something. How long could she hold out? And what was her outlet? She preferred to shut out the wild, the outrageous and the forbidden. In the few days that were there between now and Sunita's visit she rearranged the furniture in the living areas of the house so that there could be no partially hidden zones. She guessed Sunita and Shom would have some initial inhibitions and if no opportunity was provided the inhibitions would keep the unlikely couple in check. She got a carpenter to come and dismantle the door to her father's room. When Shom asked his daughter the reason she lied to him that the doctor had advised that there should be access to his room at all times. It was completely unconvincing but Deepa didn't care. The door was removed and stowed away before her father could comprehend what was happening. She broke down the concept of privacy in his bedroom by adding a TV and a DVD player putting in some extra seating alongside his easy chair. "We'll watch some movies together," she explained and moved off before she was asked for any further justification. She also cooked a variety of dishes and froze them to head off any chance that something might happen while she was in the kitchen cooking. She was determined not to leave them alone for any length of time. Deepa thought of all the situations which the younger woman- slutty younger woman- would be alone with the older man -- dirty old man. It was when Deepa turned her attention to the guest room that Shom guessed what might be happening. "Sunita beti: is she coming?" he asked. Deepa straightened up from laying out a new sheet on the bed. As she stretched out to her full length her breasts thrust forward. Quickly she dropped her shoulders. She had been imagining Sunita on that bed, with Shom pounding her into the mattress and the copious stains she had found on the sheets after Sunita left. Or of Sunita riding him. Deepa's nipples had stiffened, ready to burst and were jutting out and she was ever so conscious of that. She didn't want her father spotting that. Quickly she pulled her top to ensure the protuberances were not visible. "Yes," she nodded to her father. Their eyes briefly met and Deepa thought she saw a glint. "Is that what the changes are about?" asked Shom, unable to control the twitch in his groin. He angled himself at the doorway so that it would hide the obvious. "There are certain standards by which Ma used to maintain this house. I am have to do my best to keep that going, no?" she said, busying herself in the room again. The reference to her mother, Shom's wife, was intended as an oblique reference. It conveyed many things. Deepa hoped it conveyed to her father that his fucking Sunita was no longer acceptable to her. She glanced over her shoulder but Shom was no longer standing there. That night as she brought him his bed-time glass of milk, Deepa saw him lying on his easy chair, hand under his dhoti, caressing a large erection. "Sunita!" he murmured as he stroked himself. It was entirely possible that the images in his mind were the same as those in Deepa's mind. His stroking varied from slow to quick rapid jabs. Then again, stroking caressing. Then a steady faster rhythm. Deepa watched transfixed as her father lifted his hips off the chair and thrust himself up. It was easy to imagine that thrust was to spear a hot, bubbling Sunita whose cunt was splayed open over his cock. For now it was his clenched fist. Shom groaned in frustration as he opened his eyes and saw that there was no Sunita over him. In his mind he was seeing the breasts, smallish but alive, swinging in his face, there for his mouth to suckle and his hands to tease. Not as large as his daughter's he thought and then pushed that thought away. Why flirt with the forbidden when he had Sunita? He fucked hard, unmindful of the creaking of his chair under his weight. Twisting, turning, and ramming his cock hard into his wet fist, Shom came, moaning the name of the woman who he hoped to fuck the very next day. Deepa watched as the convulsions signaled the cumming. She watched his hand plunge down, allowing the cum to shoot onto the cloth that covered it. She watched his irregular rhythms with which he stroked as he came. These were lessons she needed to learn, she thought to herself. And she listened to the ache in his voice as he repeated her friend's name over and over. Shom calmed down as the orgasm subsided. Deepa watched as the man let go of his cock and wiped his hand on the dhoti; amazingly, the cock was unabated in its erection. It could not be quenched by mere masturbation it seemed. The only one to tame her father was Sunita. And Deepa was not in a mood to let that happen. If Shom was going to masturbate like a teenager, then that was how it going to be henceforth she said to herself. No Sunita. Definitely not if the mere mention of her name was going to make her old man dirty all over again. Any sex between them would take the genie right out of the bottle. Deepa braced herself for her new role as the moral police in her house. In this frame of mind she could not allow her own body to dictate to her a sexual release. Resisting all temptations to masturbate, she lay down to sleep. The challenges of the next day came up several times in her dream and she thought she orgasmed in her sleep. It was dream; a shameless dream. In which she and her friend fucked. At first she saw Sunita lying back and Shom burying his face in her crotch. That was when Deepa in her sleep felt the flow in her pussy. Then abruptly it was she who was doing the fucking. There was a man but she did'nt see his face. Both she and Sunita took turns fucking him. It was when she was on top of him and he leaned forward and sank his teeth into her succulent tits that she felt her pussy squirt in her sleep. The desperate Deepa tried to push all these thoughts and feelings out of her mind. She needed to keep both her father and her friend within acceptable social norms. Finally, it was sheer fatigue that led her to fall asleep. It was the phone call that woke her up in the morning. It was Sunita. She was about to board the plane at the other end. Deepa's challenging day began. Deepa's Challenge Ch. 02 Deepa answered the door and there stood her friend Sunita. She felt the joy that she always felt. This time however, she also felt trepidation. She had a million apprehensions- all focused on the lust that boiled over every time her friend met her father. This time she had plans to thwart any build up. Sunita greeted Deepa with a hug. It might have been Deepa's imagination but it seemed to linger a little more and there seemed a lot more body contact. Particularly she felt Sunita's smaller breasts press firmly against her own larger mammaries. And was that her nipple or her pendant pressing into her flesh? Shom hovered not too far behind his daughter, eager to catch an early glimpse of the succulent woman who had taken him on as a lover, even if occasionally. Ever since he heard of her impending arrival his state of arousal was unabated and unrestrained. After having masturbated hard at bed time he had awoken in the night several times to check the clock. It was in the wee hours of the morning that once again he masturbated to relieve himself. And now there she was the object of his fantasies -in flesh. Sunita pushed past her friend who seemed reluctant to let her go. She stood on the tip of her toes to come up to the height of the large, older man. He was just taller, wider, broader and sturdier than any man she had been close with and that was not lost on petite Sunita as she reached up. Holding his shoulders she kissed the air by his ear and said, "Namaste baba! How are you?" She didn't wait for an answer as she headed for the divan to throw herself there in a relaxed pose and ask for a cup of her favourite brew. Shom was still standing there thinking of other times when she had held his shoulders in that exact same way to prop herself up, only to sink on his waiting cock prone underneath. He was hard under his dhoti at full mast again -- this time with more flow than before. He struggled to hide this from his daughter who was alert as ever and focused on preventing any situation which could turn to sex between the two. Deepa invited Sunita to join her in the kitchen as they made tea. She had some shopping plans lined up for the day. The two women made tea and chatted about a variety topics including how Uncle Shom was doing. Deepa provided the barest of facts and a generally positive view of her father's progress. In doing so she totally de-emphasised any needs on her father's part. No, he didn't miss Ma that much anymore. He slept well. And seemed to be physically and emotionally self contained now -- Deepa lied to her. The day wore on well to Deepa's satisfaction and all that remained to manage was bed time. For this, she had an excellent plan. They would all watch a movie sitting in the newly reorganised room of Uncle Shom's whereby nothing could go wrong. The movie would go on long enough and everyone would fall asleep. That was her plan. It started off well enough with Deepa wrapping up the dinner table and kitchen along with Sunita. Sunita helped with everything. While serving dinner though, her hand did touch Shom's arm and each noted the other in subtle ways. The arm was firm and strong as ever reminiscent of their ability to wrap her in. She felt soft and inviting, reminding him of the way she melted around him. Deepa led the way up the stairs to the room for the movie viewing. She had picked the movie; a 'safe' title which did not have any potential for titillation. That was a bit difficult because most Indian movies did have something raunchy either by way of dances or skimpily attired heroines. And then there were the new genre of movies featuring crimes of passion in which some searing hot lovemaking scenes were shown. Since nudity and outright sex were generally avoided in Indian cinema the outcome was in some cases far more sensuous; in other cases wildly suggestive. Deepa picked a careful title a family comedy drama. When Sunita was sure that Deepa was unlikely to spot them, she hugged Uncle Shom's arm, the first sign of intimacy she was able to show since the morning. It caught Shom by surprise as he had given up a bit on any kind of closeness. His daughter seemed to be everywhere and Sunita did not appear to making things happen. When they entered the room the seating plan was not lost on Sunita. Uncle Shom's easy chair was to one side. There were a couple of relaxing sofas for her and Deepa. But they were aligned differently from the easy chair. When Uncle Shom would recline, he would be somewhat behind the sofas -- not in line. That would separate him from the women and it would be as if they were in a separate space. The physical spacing and alignment of the furniture was perfectly planned. For either Sunita or Shom to do something they would have to be blatant rather than subtle. That requirement had kept both of them in check and Deepa had no reason to believe it would not be the same in the evening. It had been the opposite on previous trips: Deepa's arrangements had made it possible for Sunita and Shom to be subtle in finding privacy. In that subtlety and privacy, Deepa had placed her bet on both finding opportunity to be free with each other: for that was her intention then -- that Sunita should comfort her grieving father in every possible way. Suddenly, Deepa felt in control. She had managed to make their chemistry happen when she wanted. She seemed now to able to inhibit their passions when she wanted it that way. That sense of control dissipated a little when the movie came on. The DVD store had made a mistake it appeared. The cover was something else; the movie inside was something else titled "Nishabd". As the scenes moved on Deepa relaxed a bit. The actors were Amitabh Bachchan an actor in his 60s and had other senior artistes. It seemed like an art movie with a typical family setting. It was slower than the fast-paced comedy she had hoped for. Just as she felt sleep come over her she was jolted awake by the scene on the TV. A young girl who was visiting the elderly couple was playing with a water hose in the lawn and she was drenched. Amitabh, the older man in the movie found the girl -- his daughter's friend a good subject to photograph. As he snapped shots he found himself admiring the peppy, young girl and admiring her taut body. "Uh-oh. This was not needed," thought Deepa, stealing a glance in the darkened room towards Sunita and Shom. There seemed to be no movement. Were they drowsy too? Perhaps one of them had slept in which case the situation would be manageable. Both were awake but frozen still. Shom felt his body ache with life as he recognised himself in the role of the older man in the movie. Sunita saw glimpses of herself as the young friend onscreen threw herself at her friend's father. As the on-screen attraction between the young girl and the old man soared Sunita felt the warmth spread between her legs. The story line in the movie did not move into hot, wild sex but Sunita could spot the exact point in the script where the director must have felt the constraints of being an Indian movie maker. While an American movie on the same theme would have shown the girl and the man fucking each other mindless one passionate night, in the Indian movie the script rapidly shifted to exploring the contradictions and the emotions of the older man's wife. Sunita lost interest in the movie as it went emotional and glanced to the right at her friend to see if she was still awake. There was no movement -- she seemed asleep though Sunita had no way of knowing she was awake. Sunita did not want to ask her to check; if Deepa was awake and replied it limited Sunita's options. She had seen through Deepa's moves on keeping her away from Shom and as Deepa had anticipated this had inhibited her. But that had not reduced her desire for Shom. Every time her husband reached for her and made love to her, she found herself emotionally responding to him; but in her mind and physically she was imagining the strong, large Uncle Shom. The stronger responses from her to her husband surprised that man initially. He took it as a new response from Sunita to his sexual efforts. But Sunita's husband Karan was an ignoramus on such matters. He had no real clue to what was actually happening. What had happened was that Sunita had been stretched, held and taken in a manner that a woman cannot forget -- once it had happened. If it never happened before, she might not want it and might never realise she was missing something. Some might know that something was missing and might go looking: either out of curiosity or out of the lust for life. And then there were those who chanced upon it -- like Sunita. And once she had been spread, speared and flood gates opened she could not take it out of her mind. And every now and then her body craved that fullness. That, more than anything else, could explain this trip it was that desire to savour wild lust that had brought her back. She turned left towards where Shom was lying back. While Deepa's plan had been to place them in separate areas and that had worked, what Sunita could now see was Shom, hip downward. As her eyes adjusted to the low lighting she saw the tell-tale tenting of Uncle Shom's dhoti. She saw him move a bit. And a while later she saw his hand creep under the folds of cloth. He was giving himself some relief with a stroke, a tug, a prod and somewhere a grind. Sunita might have reached out and touched, stroked or fisted him had it not been for Deepa's clear signals of disfavour through this trip. Sunita might have flirted, nibbled and sampled her man before a full feasting if she had been left to herself. But that did not appear to be the format of the trip. And all she had at her disposal was the weekend ahead of which the daylight hours of the first 24 hours had already passed by. The next 8 hours -- the night -- was before them. There was always something mystical and magical about the night. (On the other hand there was always something bold, exciting and direct about seeing every muscle, limb, flesh; every expression, every flush in a dalliance during the day.) Sunita moved to the left and sat down on Uncle Shom's lap. As she sat down, her ass pressed down the throbbing upright flesh of Shom's cock. She pressed it down taking care not to hurt or squeeze the object of her lust. Her feet were on the ground on either side, her back to Uncle Shom and both of them were fully attired. Deepa sensed some movement and glanced sideways. From where she was sitting, Sunita was alongside her but she could not fully make out that the woman had shifted by just a few feet to the left. She was in the same row and the room was darkened. "I can't see!" hissed Shom hoping only Sunita could hear him. Sunita wiggled her hips in reply allowing the cock to be toggled by in the channel formed by her legs. Shom put his hands on her hips as he got the message. Sunita rose and undid the button of her trouser and pulled down the trouser and her panties within. Shom caught a strong whiff of Sunita's odours - her pussy and panties being damp with her juices. His hands slid lower from her hips to her ass, clutching the orbs of flesh in his hands. He kneaded her, his thumbs teasing her anus. Sunita reached under to find his cock. It was pressed forward and down and she let her palm run along the length through the cloth of his garment. While a dhoti offered tremendous scope for accessing him, it also posed the challenge of finding the opening. Sunita fumbled, all the while feeling the rock hard rod under the cloth. Suddenly her hand slipped through and she felt his thighs. Meanwhile Shom slid his fingers under her and stroked her pussy lips. Sunita gasped as she laboured to reach under and find the cock she so desired. Shom's fingers threatened to invade every orifice at hand and the old man greedily caressed and felt the warm skin of this woman he lusted. She found the cock, prone upward, bending backward towards Shom's stomach. She held the thick cock in her fist and felt and savoured the body of flesh. Leaning forward and placing her hand on his ankle she used the other hand to guide the cock to its logical resting place. She relaxed her body completely, allowing the cunt walls slack and easy. With no further preliminaries Sunita sank upon the cock and roughly rammed downward. Shom let out a small yelp of pain as the flow of the pussy did not get the time it needed to lubricate the cock. Sunita was unmindful of the initial difficulty. She too winced but in a jiffy there was a surge of juices as the cock prised open the reservoir of love juice inside her. Sunita bounced on the cock inside her with renewed vigour. How she had hungered for this! Sunita thrust down with extra vigour. Sitting on him facing his feet, Shom's cock was stroking the roof of her tunnel. It made her feel like peeing but there were also incredible sensations in that area. As lust took over she closed her eyes and pumped up and down, bouncing on his cock. Shom felt the cunt rough and swift sliding up and down on his cock. This wet, hot cunt was what he had ached for all the days he had made do with his fist. His hands probed and massaged her buttocks and perhaps unwittingly, his thumbs converged on her anus. One of the thumbs was ready to invade her when Sunita reached down and grabbed his hands. She pulled them up, under her shirt to bring them to her breasts. She squeezed the hands on to her breasts, encouraging Shom to massage her tits. Shom reached for her bra strap and undid the clasp. Rapidly his hands went back to her chest and claimed the breasts under her shirt. He gripped her hard and pulled her down on to his cock. When she rose he fingered her nipples and on the decline squeezed the breast. Sunita gasped her pleasure as she felt nipples and cunt reacting in unison to the well coordinated caresses. The feeling of wanting pee was overcome by the sense of an orgiastic release. She lost control and if it was pee there was nothing she could do about it. She shuddered as the insides of her thighs, stretching all the way up to her cunt and from there along the slick walls running right up to the brain felt the electricity of his rampaging cock. Her cunt squirted on the cock within her, so did her lips salivate over and her sounds became animal. She breathed inward in snorts and exhaled wheezing squeals. Uncle Shom stared in the dark at Sunita's back. He hadn't seen her too well today and here she was, back to him, fucking him like he had wanted all day. The skin of her ass on his legs felt incredibly good. Her breasts were soft and hot, and gripping them seemed ideally suited to conveying the wild desire he felt for her. The back of her thighs grazed the front of his thighs adding to the sensations of pleasure. The sounds she was now making scared him -- was he being ridden by soft, petite, demure girl he knew? Or was it a monster that was going to devour him? Was she in pain and writhing -- after all she was small and he was large and there might be some part of her his cock was hitting? Or was she in extreme pleasure? The answer came in the gush that flowed when his cock unplugged at Sunita's next rising. Shom wanted to reach up and bite something: maybe her shoulder, maybe her ass. But he was hiding behind the cover provided by the arrangement of furniture. He did not want to expose himself to his daughter by leaning forward. He squeezed Sunita's asscheeks together and enjoyed the extra pressure it brought on his cock. Deepa heard the unmistakable noises and guessed that she had lost the game. She wanted to ignore and deny what was happening. She turned her back to the couple and crouched on the sofa, pretending not to hear or notice what her father was making her friend do. She hugged herself. She felt lonely. In a room of three, two were so absorbed in fucking each other that she felt all alone. She could not acknowledge them. Sunita moved even faster. There were waves building up within her and her eyes were watering with gratitude for the release she was getting. Her cunt had long melted in a downpour on his cock. And her lips were drooling with saliva. The jabs of her cunt on his cock were getting shorter as she worked hard to squeeze out their first orgasm. She knew this was just an appetiser. She needed lots more of her Uncle Shom and this could not do anything more than provide initial succour. She now knew her friend had messed up both her and Shom's need for each other. As the cock provided evidence of Shom's deep desire and need for her, she knew that she could not be held back by Deepa anymore. She grunted in pleasure as she thrust down harder at the thought that she could maybe get a whole night with her Uncle Shom after this breakthrough fuck. Gripping his ankles hard she fucked with wild abandon. Shom's cock responded to the wet grip of her cunt and hardened, getting ready to spill up into her. Deepa gathered herself and left the room, crouching low in the manner people walking in a theatre where a show was on, might. Her body was burning --with conflicting signals and the biggest of those was the desire in her crotch. The heat inside her listening to these sounds of wild sex. "She is gone!" said Shom somewhat triumphantly to Sunita. Sunita whipped off her shirt and Shom sat up forward and placed his cheek against her bare back, erotic and smooth. He kissed her and bit her gently. Sunita tried to lean back and caress his head. His hands clasped at the breasts, kneading the small mass of her breasts and pinching and twisting her nipples. The change in angles twisted and turned Shom's cock in Sunita's tunnel. He jerked in the beginning of loss of control. She humped back wildly. A bit too wild as on one of her rises the cock slid out of its sheath inside her. It bounced against her ass and smeared their combined juices on her. Shom wailed an unmistakable wail as he missed the warm grip of her cunt. His hands took it out on her breasts with nails digging into the soft flesh, leaving red marks. Sunita sobbed "Uncle!" as she realised she might miss the explosion of Shom's cock. One jet splattered against her ass, the cock flailing on its own, unhelped by either fist or cunt in its orgasm. Sunita got off and rapidly closed her small hand over the large throbbing flesh. Her head ever so close to his spewing cock she fisted him, hard and quick as she would with her cunt. Shom murmured "Beti!" (Daughter!) And then had her do something he should not have asked of one he would address thus. "Yes, Baba!" cooed Sunita as she helped him cum and watched the cock greedily like a slut. Deepa had left her phone in the room in her hurry and had come back to collect it when she heard these endearments and saw her friend behaving like pleasure-slave to her father. His hand pressed her head forward and Sunita took in the spewing cock into her mouth, doing with her tongue and lips what she her cunt and hand had done before. She mouthed him off. Shom groaned loudly leaving Deepa in no doubt what was happening on this side of the room. Sunita's head could be seen in the dark, bobbing up and down over her father's prone form. The thrusting hips drove the cock into her mouth. Sunita controlled the invasion of her throat with her fist which didn't allow him to fuck her like he might fuck her in the cunt. Large gobs of his cum flowed into her mouth and out onto her fist and back onto his thighs as Sunita allowed the copious flow out through her lips. She opened her lips to let out the torrents and closed them to fuck his cock as it continued to spew. "Cum for me baba!" she murmured as she gently milked his never ending cum. And he could feel it that it was never ending. His seed boiled up from his insides and as Sunita expertly worked his cock in the rhythm of his orgasm, he released in several shots of well timed jerks. Deepa's Challenge Ch. 02 A series of loud "ahs" punctuated the night as Shom released his cum into Sunita's mouth. She worked her cheeks and lips like bellows, squeezing now, pulling now, pumping now -- milking the jerking, throbbing and pulsating cock in her mouth. Shom lifted his legs and wrapped them around Sunita holding her close to his body and rocking her as if his body was now a cradle for her. Deepa watched -- it never ceased to amaze her -- as her friend did things she thought only whores did. She watched her father take his pleasure shamelessly from a girl who could well have been his daughter. And she felt her own sense of jealousy at being a mere spectator. "How could she possibly participate?" she thought in horror even as her own pussy revealed the reality of pleasure: she was slick in her pussy. The performance put up by her father and friend bested any movie. The turn on was inescapable. The taboos loomed large in her mind. When Shom's release ended, Sunita was glad to see the cock still unabated. She opened her mouth wide and allowed all his fluids to flow out and dragging her lower lip on his thigh and cloth she wiped as much of the inside of her lips on his dhoti. Sunita was unused to the idea of taking in these fluids which she knew included her own cum. She also knew that in the heat of the sexual moment there was nothing she wouldn't do. She had been whorish, accepted an anal fuck, watched herself and her lover in the mirror, given head, contorted herself with her lover to create the double-backed monster of pure pleasure -- all things which she could never believe she had done in the light of the day after. But she was worse than a whore in bed and she knew that. It was what passion and sex was completely about. And if she was on this side of the line, this was how she was going to be. The alternative was to be totally traditional, a devoted wife, a respectful younger woman taking care of an older man. In all ways traditional. But if she was going to be a woman of pleasure, it had to be this she thought to herself as she stood up and looked down at one of the fine specimens of manhood. Her hair tousled and her face streaked with cum, saliva and her now-dried tears she looked down at Uncle Shom. He lay there, drained and laid back. His dhoti spread around him. Hands lying on his sides. But his cock bobbing as rigid as ever, now gently sagging a wee bit. As Sunita looked down at him she took each breast in her own hand and squeezed gently, feeling a frisson of pleasure through her. She was mid her third orgasm when the rude interruption had been caused by his wayward cock. Her hands ran down her own body and she stroked the inside of her thighs and squeezed her crotch. There was a semi-dry caking of fluids there and she was rewarded with another minor surge of pleasure. These strokes told her that her body -- pleasure craving as it had become -- wanted the full release which had been stopped mid-stream. It was her Uncle Shom who was going to have to deliver that. Sunita moved forward, straddling his face. Her pussy was open to his head as she stood over him. Shom looked up and knew what was being asked of him. As Sunita sank and pressed her pussy on his waiting lips, all three of them knew it was going to be a long, dark night of unbridled lust, indulgence and perhaps depraved -- perhaps taboo. Deepa's Challenge Ch. 03 Sunita woke up around 3 am. She needed a wash if she was going to sleep comfortably for the rest of the night. The movie which they had all settled down to watch at around 8.30 the previous night was long forgotten. Sunita was used to washing up and getting totally fresh for bedtime. Once she hit the sack, she slept through the night. That was her habit. But this night was neither usual nor habitual. It was a night of wild sexual abandon between Uncle Shom, her bosom pal's father, and Sunita – young enough to be his daughter. And this mad night was punctuated by a series of naps. The naps served to refresh them for the next bout of lust-driven indulgence. But now she needed her full sleep and for that she had to wash and feel fresh. She seemed coated in fluids from sexual activity from head to toe. She recalled how she had woken from her first nap to find him fast asleep on his back but with a semi-flaccid cock, full but non-erect lying on its side on his thigh. When he was done with her in the previous round Sunita had drifted to sleep feeling that she was satiated for life and needed nothing more. After she rode him, fisted him and mouthed him to his first orgasm with her, Sunita had needed completion. Her orgasm had been interrupted mid-stride when his cock slipped out. She had sat on his face and felt his large hands grip her asscheeks with ease. He had then pressed the open pussy down on his lips like a man ready to feast on fruit. And how he had feasted! She had cum in uncontrollable spasms, her pussy ejaculating like a man's cock a thick, whitish fluid. Shom had tongued and kissed her all through that one, holding her down in his powerful hands even as her body thrashed against him. As much as the orgasm caused violent convulsions, the pleasure soared only because strong Uncle Shom held her in place and provided her with a mass of steely muscle to beat against. Deepa, Uncle Shom's daughter who had removed his living room's doors to deny the lust-crazed couple privacy, found herself using that very same lack of privacy to her voyeuristic advantage. She had not thought of her father as a possible expert at cunnilingus and Sunita seemed to have the exclusive privileges on that. The burning she felt was part turn-on, part jealousy. Uncle Shom and Sunita, starved and wild for each other did not bother about Deepa – there was no mental space for them to think about anyone other than each other and the sexual indulgence at hand. For Shom, as long as his daughter was not in-the-face about it, he did not mind being indiscreet. He had to be indiscreet if he was going to have Sunita and he was willing to do anything to be with her. They slept. From the sheer release of that first wild coming together, they slept. And then Sunita had woken. Staring at his muscular form, lying in calm repose, with his cock looking capable even in a relaxed state, she felt a vacuum between her legs. Suddenly she had wanted his fullness, all over again. Desire welled up in her again and she shimmied down so her face was level with his hips. She stared at the cock, its veins bulging. She reached out and gently ran her fingers on the outline. No response. She blew a gentle exhalation on his crotch. Then she moved closer and hoisted herself up on one elbow. Bending forward she had dragged her lower lip on the cock, lifting it, till it slipped under its own weight back onto his thigh. And then again. And again. She liked the soft sound of the heavy flesh dragging against the inside of her lip and falling back. A few strokes later her lip had moistened the cock and she tasted Uncle – it wasn't purely his taste, she was there in it too. She opened her mouth and slid his cock in gently mouthing it with plenty of saliva waking up the sleeping giant. Before Shom stirred his cock stirred. It added weight with a new surge of blood as Sunita swirled her tongue around it. A few seconds later it jerked to a new level of fullness. And then Shom, in his sleep turned toward her offering her the full length of his cock. Sunita clutched at his buttocks, pulling him in and her head bobbed, her lips stretched and the sides of her mouth betraying the volume inside. She slurped and licked as she moved faster and faster. Uncle Shom was at his full strength now and the urge to fuck to the finish overcame him. More awake now he held her head roughly and moved his hips pistoning her mouth. Shom looked down at Sunita's head. He could see sindoor (vermilion red powder signifying her married status) in the parting in her head and felt a twinge of guilt that the woman he was with was someone else's wife and in fact, young enough to be his daughter. And yet, here he was coaxing her to do what he had previously thought only whores do – mouth him. "Beti," he murmured, using the word which means daughter. It was as if he was apologizing. All Sunita heard was the passionate groan of a man who was enjoying the wet, warm sheath formed by her mouth. "Mmmmmm?" she asked, continuing her work as if it were duty. She ran hands up his back and to the front, above her head and stroked his chest, his nipples. Shom suddenly felt he should not be using Sunita in such a blatant and depraved sexual manner. He raised himself and allowed himself a few quick strokes inside her mouth to overcome the maddening need. Then as control returned he pulled his cock out. It sprang on release from its lair and hit Sunita, smearing her forehead. As she ducked reflexively, the cock continued its jerking and darting, smearing the top of her head causing one of the many stains which Sunita now wanted to wash off. He put his hands under Sunita's armpits to haul the girl up. But she was still fixated on his cock. As it reared about, held upward due to its springiness but heaving and waving under its weight, she caught it in her lips, along its length. The position was as if she was eating a corn cob. But as Shom managed to haul her upwards, the pillar slipped from her lips and beyond the reach of her mouth. Her mouth lay open, hungering for the prey which seemed to have escaped. Sunita was in 'woman' mode – the mode in which she arrived in town. She was just a woman feasting, copulating, sucking, savoring and indulging – all in the unalloyed pursuit of pleasure. Uncle Shom was in 'father/ father of friend' mode – quite different from his original, 'drunken with desire' state. He wanted to hold her in his arms, so close that he could not see her in the nude and look at her and talk to her, somewhat reducing the illicitness of their situation. He shouldn't be doing these things with her. And she shouldn't be behaving like a slut with a man who till the other day was a traditional father figure in her life. This however, was a rare occasion in which Uncle Shom and Sunita were on different wavelengths. As she the felt the cock going out of her mouth's reach, she lavished her attention on what was at hand. At first, it was his underbelly, where she smelt and savored the dried remnants of their previous fucking on his matted pubic hair. His cock poked and prodded at her slender neck and upper chest, continuing the staining process which would later make Sunita want to take a wash. Then it was Shom's stomach which she nuzzled with her face. Uncle Shom reached under to hold her chin and turn her face up but before that she had slathered his belly with tender kisses. The response from his cock was beyond his control as it reared up to a new level of hardness. Sunita pressed forward and the cock found a warm nestling place between her breasts. With breasts the size of large dumplings, she didn't have much of a cleavage. Sunita hunched her shoulders to bring the breasts close and watched the cock nestle there. She moved her torso, allowing the cock to slide between her breasts. She watched the skin pull back and the pulsating penis release another quantity of precum. Uncle Shom felt the pull back cause his cockhead to swell. "Beti!" he wailed to stop her. Sunita formed a cup under breasts with one hand which made a channel between her breasts. This also caressed the sac of Shom's scrotum. Shom temporarily suspended thoughts of his new sense of guilt over Sunita. He gave in to the warmth he felt surrounding his cock. The flesh felt incredibly soft – she was so delicate and soft! How had he been so rough in the sex? She was soft, arm, inviting and encompassing. Those breasts! They were divine! Silky! Beautiful! And he felt so snug buried in them. Shom groaned loudly as his natural instincts took over and his hips moved in rhythm. He looked down to see how it looked and once he saw the top of her head; the same sindoor this time smeared with fresh daubs of precum from him. He closed his eyes shutting out that guilt-provoking vision. He fucked the channel between her breasts luxuriating in the smooth, silken channel Sunita made for him. On one such lunge, he felt her kiss the cockhead. Then she pulled back and using one nipple as a prod, she toyed the cockhead with her breast, using the mass of her flesh to rotate the cock. Then the other nipple – and she pressed her breast on the cock like it was intended to stab her. The round head pressed into her breast till it slipped on the cum and ran off to one side. Again and again, Sunita teased the cock with her breast and nipple, enjoying the sight of his cock coating her with its outpouring. Her fascination with how he looked and felt against her breasts overcame her and she scrambled downward. Gripping his cock her mouth sank on to it soaking it with her saliva. Moving back up now with a sense of purpose Sunita wiped her face on his belly, his chest, kissing his nipples she reached him, face to face. Shom found himself disappointed. After wanting her to stop teasing him, he now found himself wanting her to put his cock back in all those places where it had been. Now she had him pressed back against his belly, trapped between the two of them. "Beti," started Shom, disregarding the incongruousness of his erection. "Have I been right in doing this?" he asked Sunita, regretting the question as he asked it. He actually wanted more of her and less of the guilt. He feared an answer that put a pause to this. "In doing what?" asked Sunita, her hand roaming his back and her lips kissing him on he neck. "Being like this," said Shom, helpless as his cock stayed unrelenting. "Like this?" asked Sunita, hand reaching between them and gripping his cock. "Or like this?" she asked, raising a leg and putting it over his hips. Her cunt opened wide and lay over the cockhead. "Is this what we should not do?" she asked pushing forward and allowing his cock a slight penetration. What followed was an animal assault as he turned over and came on top of her. Hoisting the leg which she had swung over his hip onto his shoulder, he held her cunt splayed open and fucked her with a vengeance. "You know exactly what I am asking," he hissed, each word interspersed with a violent fuck which jolted her. His palm lay on her stomach and he thumbed the top of her pussy. "Baba!" wailed Sunita. "What?" asked Shom, sweat dripping from his brow. "I want you," sobbed Sunita, cumming on his cock. "Take me bellowed," Shom collapsing on her with a huge release. The thought that she could be his daughter woke him from the next nap. She had pleasured him so intensely it seemed he had done nothing for her in the last few hours. She lay on her stomach, arms closed up in a crouching position. He stroked her ass gently, going down the back of her thighs. She spread her legs a little. Shom stroked her gently, with each move his hands reaching lower and lower under her ass. He used the thumb of his hand to explore the crevice. And suddenly, when he felt the rich, wet slit of her pussy he sank his thumb in. From this position, his thumb was downward facing, like when a person applies a thumb impression. Under this thumb was her flesh – that portion behind the top of the entrance of the pussy, somewhere behind the clit. Her rotated his thumb, massaging the inner concentration of nerve endings impossible to access from a frontal entrance. Sunita accepted the invasion, spreading her legs wider. She groaned throatily every time he caressed a particular spot and waited in throbbing anticipation of the thumb to reach that same spot again in its rotation. Shom was kneeling and slowly his cock started dripping on the back of her thigh and knees. Sunita flailed an arm around trying to find Shom's cock to grip but he was too far behind her. She bucked her hips as thumb continually hit the same spot, each rotation following smaller circles as Shom focused on what was clearly a special spot for her. Shom leaned forward and gently sank his teeth into Sunita's ass. He licked, he teased, with his other hand he threatened – to invade places not meant to be penetrated. He swiveled the fingers of the hand of which the thumb was embedded in her and cupped her mons with the four fingers. Between fingers and thumb Uncle Shom had a mass of vital flesh of Sunita's under control. His fingers teased and cupped the clit and the pubis; his thumb continued its foray into forbidden depths. The combination of caresses had the desired effect on Sunita's sense of control and the storm brewing inside her. She stiffened as her urethra opened up and a stream of amber spewed from her cunt. She thrashed and pounded into the mattress under her as her Uncle Shom plundered her with his thumb and fingers. He sank his teeth into the sumptuous flesh of her rear and she in turn sank her teeth into the mattress; desperately she clutched the sheets as Shom was inaccessible to her. He had given her a release which was incredibly intense and Sunita lapsed into a worn- out, semi-conscious state of sleep. She could really take no more. But Uncle Shom was hard and raging now. He needed to hold his Sunita, his beti, his lover embedded in him. Only Uncle Shom's powerful shoulders and arms could have lifted the limp and ragged Sunita up. Her eyes rolled in her head as she saw Shom lift her from under the arm pits. Her gaze fell on the battering ram jutting up from his lap, its head cocked and ready to impale her. She opened her mouth but no words came out. She let go herself as Shom pulled her legs around his hips. Arching backward, he held her cunt to his cock and let her fall on him; he sliced her sore cunt apart and she sank down on him, helpless under her own weight. When their pubic hairs were meshed together and he could feel her pubic bone against his stomach, he let her be. Sunita clung with both arms for dear life in a stupor. She was barely able to keep her eyes open much less work her arms and legs. Fortunately for her, Shom was not looking for any such action. Holding her ass tight in his hands he made sure her groin stayed glued to his. Sunita rested her head on his shoulder and her body went limp. That sag in her body helped open her cunt as wide as it needed to accommodate her Uncle Shom – massive as he was. Uncle had stayed like that for long, just gently rocking back and forth in extremely small movements. As he did so, he slid a wee bit out and then gently berthed back in, all the while making the enmeshed coupling a bit more intense. She had no recollection of how long she stayed impaled and still like that. She still had not been able to decipher whether she was unconscious or in slumber. Uncle Shom went into a meditative repose, his body relaxed, his cock intensely swollen and filling, and his mind focused on the fusion of his body with hers. As the rest of the world receded in his mind, he read every vibration of her cunt along his cock and of his cock in her cunt. The head was in the womb, its size seemingly fluctuating. He felt his thick broad member touch the limit of her womb and maybe she winced when that happened. As he focused on the single entity which now his cock and her cunt had become, Shom felt a resonance welling up from inside him. It became a wave that moved from the centre of his cock and radiated outward. Without any movement on his part, the waves moved outward till his entire being hummed with intensity. This resonance transmitted onto the walls of the vaginal tunnel which were clinging to the embedded flesh. Every cell in Sunita's passage picked up the resonance. They were now buzzing together. Uncle Shom did not come in one explosive orgasm. His cock melted as it gave way under the heat of this fusion. He started spewing cum in such copious quantities that it flooded them and it felt his cock had become liquid and poured into her. As the intensity of this orgasm rippled through her pussy walls, Sunita felt the energy charge and she awoke in shock. Her fingers dug into Uncle Shom's back for dear life, drawing lines of blood and her eyes opened wide. She babbled and her mouth flowed with uncontrolled saliva. Through blood shot large eyes she stared into Uncle Shom's eyes feeling him pulsate inside her womb. She yelped as her orgasm wracked her body thrusting her cunt over his cock in wild delight. As she slid down to his base, Shom shot one load of his cum deep in her womb. His cockhead was jutting in there and as the plunge happened, Shom release a hot stream which bathed her insides quite completely. Sunita wailed out in ecstasy, "Baba! I love you! Take me! Make me yours! Fuck meeeeee!" She ground out those last words, pumping cunt against cock. She shook her hips, her legs pummeled his ass, her fingers drew blood. She clung on for dear life as she rode the roller coaster of their combined orgasms. "Yes my beti! My dearest, my love, my sweetness, my child," he murmured soothingly, allowing her to release her fullest and rocking her back and forth – the cock pulled back and shunted in fucking her to the depths of the womb in a series of plunges. And just as suddenly as she had been electrified by the intense cumming, she passed out, twitching and shuddering as the orgasm continued its waves. Uncle Shom held her as her body fell backward this time. Gently he laid her back, his cock still embedded in her and now pulled downward. Slick with juices and like a lance being pulled back, Sunita's pussy slid off her Baba's cock and when she fell of the rounded cockhead, his cock jerked and reared. She was gone before she hit the mattress below. Ravaged, fucked, plundered, fisted, thumbed, sucked and conquered- today Sunita was sore and consumed. The woman in her had asked and the man in him had responded like a magnificent beast. He had conquered and he still had appetite to love her more. Seeing her condition he harnessed that appetite to hold her in his large arms and against his chest as she slept. And that was why when she awoke from one more nap, she felt the need to freshen up if she wanted any rest. And god knows, she needed rest. Her body was stained in layers of cum, juices and saliva. Each layer had dried and the next one had been applied. On her thighs, on her head, her face, her breasts, her cunt and from the flow even her anus – she had been anointed by his cock everywhere. Her mouth and cheek had stains of dried cum and precum. His cum, her saliva. Her cum, his saliva. And all combinations of these - Everything was everywhere. Sunita imagined and went over all these events to recount to herself how she came to be so thoroughly coated in sexual fluids. This allowed her to lie in bed and wait for her muscles to do her bidding. Finally, she made her first moves out of bed and started to gather her things. She found her shirt but couldn't find her bra. She got her panties but her trousers were somewhere under the easy chair when she had first gotten on to Uncle's cock. She was disoriented and didn't have much of an idea of where her bags were. She put on her panties and the shirt and staggered to the bathroom Deepa's Challenge Ch. 03 She surveyed herself in the mirror; proud of her state – she had been completely taken this night but so too, she had taken him rather completely. As she admired her image as a well-fucked married woman, sindoor and all, she was startled at the sight of Deepa sitting on the edge of the tub, one leg on the floor and the other on the edge of the tub, watching her. "You... you... you.... slut!" blurted out Deepa, "you just couldn't help being a whore for him, could you?" Sunita whirled around. She was hot in the face at the kind of words Deepa was ready to use with her. She had never put herself in a situation where people could say anything to her and get away – much less abuse her using obscenities. "What are you talking about?" she retorted. "Its gone beyond the sympathy and comforting hasn't it? I have been watching you through the night – the disgusting things you did to each other!" exclaimed Deepa. Just as Sunita was ready to flare up and respond to Deepa's aggression with some of her own, she noticed the damp patch between Deepa's legs. She correctly guessed that there was more to her friend's aggression than outrage. There was possibly pent up energy of an orgasm which Deepa had not been able to find for herself. Sunita's tone softened. "Listen, in there with him, I have to be everything for him and allow him to be whatever he wants. It is desire laden with feeling, it is lust, it is the need for release. Just like the need you have," she said and quickly closing the gap between them, she placed her palm on the soppy wet patch on her friend's slacks. Deepa looked up into Sunita's eyes and felt she would lose the battle. In fact, she was ready to lose it and ask Sunita to teach her everything she had learned from or practiced on her father. As she looked into those dancing eyes, now heavy with the lack of sleep and dark circles, Deepa knew she was slipping. Gripping Sunita's wrist and moving her hand off, she challenged her friend with a crisp 'nonsense'. But she could not fool Sunita, for that woman, now more experienced in such matters, and could see Deepa was within a whisker of being turned. And she just had to be turned.