Poonam’s pounding – Part 4

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Poonam’s pussy was always wet and itching for a fuck, after she returned from Suma’s home. The excitement of fucks with many cocks was still fresh in her mind. Her mind would recollect the details of fucking sessions, and her pussy would overflow.

After a chat with Raj, Poonam was more excited than before. She thought, “When Vijay would not mind cook fucking me, why do I want to cheat?”

Poonam had no answer, except that it would add to the thrill. After hubby and kids left, Poonam changed into a short nighty without inners and went to the kitchen. Bahadur was not there. His room was adjacent to the kitchen, and she heard him talking to someone on the mobile.

She was about to knock on the door, but stopped when she heard her name.
Bahadur was saying, “But dear, I am unable to control. That Poonam bitch is torturing me. She flashed cleavage, moved about without a bra, shaking those big boobs. One of these days, I may just fuck her. I might lose the job, that is only pulling me back.”

His wife told him, “You fool. She wants you to fuck her. Fuck the bitch.”

Bahadur said, “Easy for you to say. After many years being a loyal cook, if I fuck her and she complains to the police, I will go to jail.”

She told him, “Like she is showing cleavage, you show your massive tent in shorts. You have such a thick, massive cock, she cannot resist.”

Bahadur said, “Let us see how it goes. How is your fucking? Your brothers and my dad are looking after you well? Any new cocks?”

She laughed and said, “No. Your dad is not leaving me for a minute. The moment we have privacy, he is all over me. But he is considerate; when my brothers come, he leaves me to them.”

Poonam stepped back and sat near the dining table, cutting vegetables. Bahadur came out of his room and was startled to see her. Did she hear his conversation?
Poonam’s face was neutral.

Bahadur said, “Malkin, leave it, I will do it.” Bahadur stared at her cleavage and had a massive hard-on. He followed his wife’s advice and put on a thin material shirt without underwear.

Poonam stared at the bulge and smiled and said, “What is the matter? Did you have a video chat with your wife?”

Bahadur gulped and said, “No, malkin. Your beauty caused it.”

Now, Poonam decided, enough beating around the bush, now it is time to ride the bush. Slowly, she pulled out a boob and cupped it, hiding the nipple and smiled seductively. She said, “Do you like what you see?”

Bahadur also crossed the line. He pulled out his massive cock and asked her, “Do you like what you see?” Poonam’s eyes widened with shock. She gasped and said, “My God, it is huge. It will ruin the women.”

Bahadur smiled and said, running his hand on the shaft, “Malkin, give me a chance, I can show you heaven.” Poonam got up. Slid down the nighty and exposed both breasts and said, “Hmm, let us see, but be careful, my hubby will kill you if he finds my pussy damaged.”

Bahadur needed no further prodding. He grabbed her boobs and kissed her. Poonam’s boobs were big. Two hands are required to cover them, but Bahadur’s pan-sized hand was big enough to cup and squeeze. They went to the bedroom.

He pushed Poonam on the bed, ripped her nighty, dropped his shorts and shirt and spread her legs. Poonam’s pussy was overflowing. Bahadur rubbed his cock head on pussy lips and rammed cock all the way in one stroke. Poonam cried as a sharp pain shot through her pussy.

She admonished him, “Bahadur, are you crazy? I told you to fuck gently.” A change came over Bahadur’s face. He growled, “You dirt whore, how dare you tell me how to fuck?” He started fucking with force and vigour, with each stroke, the pace and intensity were rising.

Poonam was shocked and angry. She shouted, “You’re stupid, stop fucking and remove your dirty cock, this minute.” Bahadur removed his cock, Poonam got down from the bed and was about to leave, glaring at him

Bahadur yanked her hair and pulled at him and told her, “You whore, you are my fucking slave, and you will open your cunt to your master. Do you understand?”

Poonam said, “What the hell… leave me…”

He poured filthy abuses, and strangely, Poonam, a proud woman, found herself getting excited with each abuse. She was used to being treated with respect, and to be treated like a slut and whore was thrilling her. When she read fuck stories of whores and sluts, she used to fantasise about being in their place.

She felt weak in her legs and sat on the bed, and as her cunt was raining juices, she whispered, “Bahadur, yes, I am your slave.” Bahadur left her hair and rubbed his cock head, coated with her juice and pre-cum and said, “Good. Randi. But call me Bahadur Sir, when will you learn manners, you dirty slut?”

Bahadur’s cock, with its dirty, sweat-filled odour, was fanning her desires. She purred like a cat as she kissed and licked his cock. Again, a stream of abuses, “Dumb cunt, is that how you suck? Saali, your fucking mom didn’t teach you how to suck cocks?”

Poonam was now submerged in a sea of lust and started sucking cock like a professional randi. Bahadur squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples and started fucking her mouth. Poonam had difficulty breathing until she learned how to breathe.

Bahadur screamed, “Filthy slut, are you a fucking bride? Open your eyes and look at me when sucking.” Poonam felt her pussy, and it was screaming for fuck. She pulled out his cock and said,” Bahadur Sir, your randi wants your big cock in her cunt, fuck her hard.”

Bahadur smiled, pushed her on the bed and started fucking her hard. Poonam matched Bahadur in foul language. She kept saying she was his randi, her boobs, cunt, ass…everything was his. But, in between, she called him mother-fucker, sister- fucker and bastard.

This enraged him further, and he fucked even harder. Finally, when he pumped hot lava into her pussy, she experienced a number of orgasms. She lost count, and she felt like a rag doll. All body parts ached, but it was a sweet pain.

As they lay panting, drenched in sweat, Bahadur’s confidence also drained along with his cum. He realised he treated Poonam like a bazar randi, and she might sack him. He got down from the bed, he touched her feet.

He said, “I am sorry, Malkin. I don’t know what happened to me. I was so horny, I lost control.”

Poonam was about to say, “It was ok, it was amazing, one of her best fucks…” but restrained. She asked, “You idiot, you hurt me. It looked like you wanted to punish me. Why? I was always nice to you.”

Bahadur was licking her feet and sucking her toes. He said, “You shouted at me on four occasions in front of guests. I felt very hurt, and I think it came out without my knowledge. Please forgive me,”

Poonam looked at him with amusement. She said, “Fine. I enjoyed the hard fuck. I understand, to arouse you to fuck me like this, I have to insult you. So, I will be your slave during fuck time. The rest of the time, I am your malkin, and you are my slave. I will abuse you, shout and insult you. When you fuck me, take out the anger.”

Bahadur’s eyes widened in shock and surprise. He nodded.

Poonam looked at her body. She was shocked to see that Bahadur had mauled, bitten, and scratched and left tell-tale marks on her boobs, thighs, and buttocks. She moaned, “Oh, no. How can I hide this from hubby? I have to stay away from him for a few days until they are healed.”

Bahadur stammered, “Malkin, I am so sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

Poonam laughed, kissed him and said, “Don’t worry, I will think of some excuse to keep him away.”

Smita, Poonam’s elder daughter, was unable to concentrate in college. She inherited Poonam’s sexy eyes, thick, lustrous hair and all the curves. Her friends were jealous, and the boys were smitten. She started reading porn, watching fuck videos, and masturbating regularly.

The reason for her distraction was the change in her dad and mom’s behaviour after they returned from a short stay at Suma and Ravi’s place. Before, they had minor fights and clashes, but now, they were like honeymooners.

She caught her dad grabbing mom’s boobs and mom playing with dad’s cock in his shorts. They thought Smita was not watching. Every night, she could hear the fuck sounds from their bedroom. She wondered why and what changed. Smita always sat in dad’s lap, hugged and kissed him.

But, after his return from Suma’s house, Smita was shocked to feel his cock poke her when she sat in his lap, and his hugs were tighter and longer. She was confused and excited. When she got up, her mom looked at his bulge and smiled. Poonam was not angry at her hubby or Smita.

The next day, Smita was shy and reluctant to sit in dad’s lap. Smita decided not to wear panties. Vijay was watching TV. Poonam pulled Smita by hand and pushed her into his lap and asked, “Why are you acting coy and shy?” Smita turned back, hugged him and said,” I love you, Dad.”

He kissed her and said, “I love you too, sweetie pie.” Smita realised that her dad also did not wear underwear, and his hot cock was pressing on her pussy. Involuntarily, Smita wriggled and rubbed his cock, causing it to stretch even more.

Both were acting for a few minutes, normal; Vijay was asking her about college. Smita told him about the college activity. After a few minutes, Smita got up, kissed her dad lightly on the cheek and left. Before leaving, she glanced at his bulge. It was lightly wet with his pre-cum, or was it her pussy juice?

As Smita was leaving, Poonam looked at her short and smiled. She observed that Smita was not wearing a panty and there was a wet patch. Poonam looked at her hubby, and he nodded.

When they returned, Vijay was fucking. Poonam asked, “Tell me honestly, do you dream about fucking Smita?” Vijay denied, but Poonam could feel his cock become harder, and fucking pace increased.

After fucking session, as they were relaxing, Vijay said, “I am sorry, Smita looks like you when you were at that age. Same sexy eyes, smile and even the boob size. After fucking Vani and Pooja, I am unable to control.”

Poonam smiled and kissed him. She said, “After watching Pooja and Vani, it might not be a bad idea, Smita losing virginity to her dad, than to some honey boy in the back of a car or washroom.”

Vijay was shocked and said, “Hey, I didn’t mean that, I just confessed.”

Poonam said, “Let us observe. If she is sanskari, traditional and hates pre-marital fucking, we won’t force and leave it. But if she inherited our super-horny genes, you can fuck her.”

Vijay was over the moon in joy and fucked her again. However, Poonam cautioned him not to count eggs before they hatched. It all depended on how Smita reacted to mild seduction. Smita’s wet patch gave the confirmation Poonam desired.

She went to Smita’s room. She shared a bedroom with her sister, Shriya. Shriya hadn’t returned from her tuition. Smita was working on her laptop. Poonam sat beside Smita and asked her directly, “Are you still a virgin?”

Smita stared at her as if she were mad and said, “Mom, what a ridiculous question? You are my mom; how can you ask that?” Poonam said, “I am your mom, so I am asking you. I am always anxious about your welfare.”

Smita said, “Yes, I am a virgin. Now, leave me. I have to study.” Poonam closed the laptop lid firmly and said, “Look, I need to talk to you before Shriya comes.”

Smita asked, “What is it? Do you want details, if I have boyfriends and how much liberty I have given them?”

Poonam smiled and said, “No. I was thinking. I know you are traditional and would have sex after marriage. You will be like all other girls, graduation, PG, job and settle in life, and then marriage is the last step. When you get married, you will be over 30. The best part of youth would pass.”

Smita’s eyes widened in shock. She exclaimed, “What are you saying, Mom? Are you suggesting that I have fun with boys?”

Poonam hugged her and said, “No. It is dangerous. Having fun, falling in love, heartbreaks, unwanted pregnancies…it is all a mess.”

Smita asked, “I don’t understand. What are you saying?”

Poonam said, “I am not blind, I can see the chemistry between you and your dad changed. He is sitting with a hard-on, and you are sitting in his lap, without wearing panties.”

Smita’s face flushed with anger and shame, “Mom, I always sat in his lap since I was a baby.”

Poonam said, “Yes. Now, you are not a baby, and his body is responding differently. I think, if you both desire, you can have fun. You will have fun with love and no risk. Tonight, I will sleep with Shriya. You sleep in Dad’s room. Don’t worry, your dad will not force you. He loves you so much. See how it goes. If you both feel uncomfortable, let us drop it.”

Before Smita recovered from shock, Poonam brought her blanket to Smita’s room and shifted Smita’s blanket and pillow to their bedroom. Poonam pulled Smita by hand and said, “Now, take your laptop and go to dad’s room.”

Shriya returned from tuition and was surprised to see that the sleeping arrangements changed. She asked, “Where is Smita? Why are you sleeping in our room?”

Poonam smiled and said, “Smita has a project, and she needs Dad’s help. They will work till late at night. So, I came over.” Shriya nodded and went to sleep on her bed.

Poonam smiled as she thought of her plan to shoot two birds with one stone. Vijay was super horny and would want to fuck her. He could not miss the bite, scratch and marks left by the cook’s mauling. Poonam would find it difficult to explain.

Tomorrow, she would go to her brother Mohan’s house and stay for three days and return after the marks on her body healed. Mohan’s family left for their wife’s mom’s house to attend a function, and Mohan was alone.

Poonam’s next adventure was Mohan’s seduction. She knew her brother had fantasies about her. He would try to peek when she was in the shower when they were teenagers. Poonam once saw him masturbating in her bra cups. She caught him red-handed and thrashed him.

Mohan still lusted for her. But after his marriage, he had no option but to kill his fantasies. Mohan would hang around to see Poonam’s tits when she fed the babies.

Poonam mentioned Mohan’s infatuation with Vijay after they started fucking with Suma and Rajeev. Vijay asked her to seduce and make Mohan happy.

Vijay said,” When I can fuck my sister, why can’t you fuck your brother?”

Poonam slept like a log. Bahadur’s fucking drained all her energy. When she woke up in the morning, her hubby and daughters were ready to go to the office and college.

Poonam pulled Smita by hand into the bedroom and asked her, “What happened last night?”

Smita said, with an innocent expression, “We slept.”

Poonam said, impatiently, “Your dad didn’t do anything?”

Smita blushed and said,” Nothing, we hugged, kissed and slept.”

Poonam said, “I don’t believe it. Tell me what happened.”

Smita looked down and said, “Dad was excited, so was I. We were naked, dad played with my boobs and sucked…and we slept.”

Poonam asked, “He didn’t fuck?”

Smita said, ‘He will wait until I am ready, even if it takes months. He also said he will fuck me only when you are present. Dad said he can’t hurt me, and he needs your help and guidance.”

Poonam laughed and said, “When he fucked me on the first night, he was not scared.”

All were seated at the breakfast table. Poonam shouted at Bahadur, shocking others, “Bahadur, why is the kitchen so dirty? Breakfast is bland, tastes like sand. Are you out of your mind?”

Bahadur was almost in tears. Vijay and the kids comforted him, and Vijay said, “Dear, what is wrong with you? Suddenly, you are blasting him? Poor chap.”

Poonam said, “You gave him lenience; he thinks he is the Master of the house.” Bahadur signalled to Poonam, when others were not looking, that he would fuck her hard and avenge the insults.