Indian Wife in the Prison of Spring Ch. 02

She saw him looking at her most private parts and that sense of shame returned. Again she closed her eyes and covered her face. She felt him move between her thighs and hold her knees apart. This was it. It was happening. From the bulge, she could make out that he was larger than Amar. Would she be able to accommodate him? Many times she felt stretched even with Amar's penis.

Her thighs shivered in anticipation as she felt Dutt move. Soon his penis would be at her...

"What are you doing???" she cried out, and propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes had opened at the shock of not feeling the hardness of a penis but the wetness of a...tongue?

Sure enough, she saw Dutt's wrinkle old face and half band head between her thighs. He was licking her?? She was vaguely aware that people did such things, but always found the idea too westernized and perverted.

Dutt ignored her question and the tip of his tongue found her clit. And with one stroke, it made her shoulders fall back on the bed again. Another jolt of pleasure.

Dutt flicked her clit and played with it, but with restraint. He did not want her to have another orgasm. He just wanted to tease her to the edge of one, and then pull back. Keep doing that and she would literally be begging to be fucked. He liked it when married young women begged him for sex.

Mansi writhed and shivered in pleasure, waiting for the big climax. As she did, her mangalsutra jiggled around her boobs.

"And what are YOU doing?" Dutt raised his face and asked sternly.

Mansi paused and looked at him, the mangalsutra halfway up her head.

"Taking this off." she whispered.

"No, you cannot take it off. It has to stay on." he said with a tone of finality.

What did he mean it has to stay on? Is he crazy? As it is, here she was, naked on his bed, cheating on her husband. Surely he could understand why she would not want to have the ultimate symbol of her marriage in her sight when she did so. But he had said what he wanted. And she never seemed to be able to defy him. Soon the mangalsutra was back jiggling between her legs as she gave herself in to Dutt's tongue.

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Dutt took great pleasure in the calculated cunnilingus he was giving his latest conquest. He used the old tried and tested trick of using his tip of tongue to trace letters of the alphabet on her clit, gradually increasing the pressure. By H, he could see her boobs jiggle and heave as she breathed harder. By P, he saw her fingers tightly grip the bed sheet. By T, he could feel her hips pushing back and writhing, and knew that she was close to an orgasm. At W he stopped and took a break. Mansi let out a slightly disappointed moan when his tongue moved away.

He gently stroked the entrance of her cunt. He could literally see the wetness. He started again from A. This time he had barely reached L when he saw she was on the verge. He pulled away.

"Noooooo!" she said loudly this time. "Keep going."

Her right hand reached towards her clit. He slapped it away. She looked at him. He was sliding how shorts down. An erect thick dick sprang up and down. Reflexively she looked away out of shame. She could sense his body moving higher. She felt his hands on her knees, folding her legs and then spreading them apart.

"Look at me." he ordered.

She did, and saw his thick white chest hair a foot or two away from her. She looked up at his face, which was tranquil. She felt his paunch gently rest her flat stomach. That was a new sensation. Amar was a lean man. The belly obstructed her view of what was happening beneath. But she could feel his erect and slightly moist dick slap against her thighs.

Dutt grabbed her wrists and pulled her hand together up over her head. Then he lowered his face. She closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly. He kissed her and at the exact same moment, pushed the tip of his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Again, purely on instinct, he felt her hips try to pull away, but when push back. She was kissing him very passionately now, as opposed to earlier when he was doing most of the work. He kissed her back and kept his dick just like that.

Mansi's brain was trying to comprehend everything that was happening. The kiss, the unfamiliar touch of his naked body on top of hers. The way his fingers were now interlocking with hers above her head. And of course the tip of her penis firmly resting at the entrance of her vagina. Why was it just there? Her butt and thighs were moving ever so slightly towards it but it didn't proceed. She broke the kiss and whispered.

"Why are you...what are you...waiting for?"

"What?" Dutt smiled.

"Why don't you...put it in?" she blushed even at that moment.

"Put what in?"

"Please."

"Please what? I want you to say it."

"Please..." she paused for the longest time unable to get the next few words out. "...just make love to me."

"Are you sure?"

She eagerly nodded. And then closed her eyes and groaned as the thick head of the old man's cock invaded her cunt. Her back arched and her thighs stiffened at the invasion. Dutt noted that she was tight, but wet enough.

"Slow..." she said as the thick shaft made its way inside her cunt. She realized what a significant moment this was, but was worried about pain.

And then she was pleasantly surprised when Dutt complied and continued the penetration at an almost glacial pace. She had a naturally narrow vagina. Even child birth had been hard on her. All these years later, she still felt a little pain when Amar penetrated her too fast. She often begged him to slow down. But Amar wasn't really wired to listen to her in that moment. He would be in a hurry and often just rammed it in.

Dutt was cut from a different cloth. He knew that the best approach to such things is slow and steady, especially early on. So he was gentle in penetrating her, moving slowly, stopping often, letting her cunt get used to his girth. Which made Mansi happy and also a lot more aroused. There was a slight discomfort because of his girth. But no real pain. Her insides were getting enough time to adjust to his presence. And she was feeling the natural surge of pleasure that accompanies a properly done penetration. The real fucking had just barely begun and Mansi's brain already declared that this was the best sex of her life.

Dutt looked at her open mouth and closed eyes, her flaring nostrils and heaving chest, as his dick surged in slowly. And then he felt his balls land against her ass. Mansi felt it too because she opened her eyes and looked into Dutt's. She could not believe how gently and expertly he had penetrated her fully.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

She shyly nodded.

"Do you want more?"

She was confused. Of course she wanted more.

"Then..." he slid one arm under her shoulder. "...let's see how much you want it."

Mansi gave a startled cry as she unexpectedly felt her body being pulled up. Dutt's torso was leaning backwards. He pulled her with him, dick still buried deep in her cunt. And soon was on his back. He let go of her shoulder and Mansi found herself sitting on top of her old lover, still penetrated. Her legs were in an uncomfortable postion so she instinctively folded them so her shins were on the bed. And she was straddling the old man.

Resting her palms on his paunch for balance, she looked at him confused. This was unfamiliar territory for her. Never in all these years had she ever been on top of her husband during sex. The weight of her body had made Dutt's cock penetrate her a little deeper and she loved that feeling. But she wasn't sure what followed next. In her universe, a woman just laid there and took it as the man did the fucking.

"Go on." Dutt smiled and said.

"I have..." she said and stopped.

"You have never fucked in this position?" he simply asked. But the use of the word fuck made the chaste housewife blush.

He was surprised and amused when she just threw her face down into his hairy chest and hugged him. He gently stroked her thick hair and said,

"Just do what feels natural."

He looked past her at the mirror at the head of the bed and admired how lovely her young tight naked ass looked resting on his hairy old legs. How his thick dick was entirely buried in her cunt. And noted how her big supple breats were mashed against his chest and tummy. She just lay there stuck to him, her hand on his shoulder, not moving. Semed like this shy gorgeous housewife was not aware of her own body's potential and had no idea how to take the lead.

For a moment, he considered just flipping her over and starting it himself. But this was another ritual he took seriously. Always start with woman on top, so she is the one doing all the work. And realizes she is the one who wants it more than him.

He put his big hairy hands on her hips. Gently he pushed her ass downwards and inch, then pulled it back up. He felt her inhale sharply as this made his dick and the insides of her cunt gain friction. He did it again a couple of times and noticed that she was now moving her hips herself. He just placed his hands on her ample smooth ass cheeks without applying any pressure. And noted that she had started moving like that by herself.

Mansi had started off feeling confuse, shy, and conflicted about this position. But soon she got into the basic rhythm. Her face still resting on the old man's hairly chest, she slid her ass towards his stomach and then away from his stomach. And noted how unfamiliarly great the sensation felt. Soon she got comfortable enough to raise her face. She looked at Dutt who was smiling. Then, continuing the motion of her hips, she put her palms on his chest and raised her torso.

And soon Dutt was looking at her ample tits and erect pink nipples rubbing against his chest as the young housewife on top of him started fucking him in an ever so slightly increasing tempo.

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Here it is, old man, Dutt said to himself. Yet another young housewife willing fucking you on top. This one took a little longer than the others, but the wait was worth it, he said as he alternated between staring at her big tits swinging in front of his face and looking at the lusty expression on her face. He then locked his fingers into hers and held her arms up.

Mansi notice that this support from his thick burly arms raised her torso a little bit more and gave her even more leverage to move. She started moving her hips faster back and forth, relishing the sensations it was creating inside her. Why did this feel so much better than when Amar made love to her, she wondered. It couldn't just be the bigger penis. There was something else. With this position, his penis stayed buried inside her the whole time and it pushed against the front walls and back walls of her vagina. With Amar it was different. Difficult as it was to, she tried to remember how Amar did it. That was in and out.

Dutt chuckled a little when Mansi stopped moving back and forth and suddenly raised her ass and dropped it back down a few times. He thought she was getting experimental. She was just trying to compare the two motions. Yes, she said to herself, when she went up and down in the air, it was similar to what Amar did. It still felt nice, but the back and forth motion felt better for her. And then she got experimental. Instead of back and forth, she moved her ass in a circular counter clockwise fashion.

Oooh, this feels good too, she said to herself, Dutt was delighted at how enthusiastically she was now committed to this act. Moving her ass back and forth, and in a circular motion alternately. He could also feel the insides of her cunt pulse as the muscle alternately gripped and relaxed around his dick. Her unlocked his fingers from her right hand.

"Put your palm behind on you on thighs."

Mansi did as was told, with the eagerness of student. He let the other hand go.

"Now the other hand."

Now she was leaning back, her hips still moving. That made his dick rub even harder against the front of her vagina, against the mythical g-spot. And it created an incredibly powerful sensation.

"Ohhhhh!!"

Mansi cried out and throwing her head back, sped up the back and forth motion. Oh, how great this felt. What a magician this man was. Everything he did and everything he told her to do just added to her pleasure.

Dutt looked approvingly at her sparse bush past his belly as the young housewife, leaning backwards on top of his, started fucking him harder and harder with each passing second. The motion made her boobs swing around in a circular fashion on her chest. How trashy yet erotic she looked. And how uninhibited and carefree her movements were. Gone was the shy diffident and repressed housewife. Here was a young woman in her prime discovering what sex really could be.

"Unhhhh unnnnNNHHHH..." Mansi started groaning.

Dutt knew what was happening, but Mansi's lust-addled inexperienced brain was in the throes of pleasant confusion. Dutt had introduced her to the concept of an orgasm. She had had many thanks to her clit. And just a while ago, he had given her a small one by just playing with her back. But what new thing was this?

Ignorant of the concept of a vaginal orgasm, but still loving this new tsunami of pleasure that was approaching, Mansi kept doing what she was doing. Her boobs swung wildly and her hair moved back and forth like curtains during a storm. There was an odd squishy sound as both their thighs were now drenched in sweat despite the air conditioning.

Dutt saw where she was going. He decided to help her along. With the same old thumb that had first uncorked this fine specimen, he rubbed her clit. And that was enough.

"AAAAA..."

Mansi started wailing and shuddering as she was hit by THE biggest orgasm of her life. She did not know where exactly it had come from. She only knew that it was sweeping over her entire being. And she was loving it. And in that moment, she was loving the man who was giving her this great gift as his erect dick rubbed hard against the front of her cunt walls.

Dutt was so mesmerized by this sight of the young gorgeous housewife having her first vaginal orgasm that he almost came himself. It took a great deal of self control to hold himself back. It was crucial to his strategy to keep on going even after the woman had her orgasm. For most women, it was a surprising experience, because their men came well before them on most occasions.

Mansi finally got done wailing and quaking through her orgasm, and then just collapsed on top of her old lover hard, the big paunch softening her fall. Her mind was still in a fog, so it took her a few moments to realize that her cunt was still being fucked. Even though she had stopped moving, Dutt had started pistoning his dick upwards. Mansi then realized that the old man had still not cum himself. And the sex was going to continue.

Dutt let Mansi get her bearings back for a couple of minutes. And then he rolled her over. He kissed her for a few seconds and then straightened, pulling his dick out. He was amused when her thighs almost tried to pull him back in. He spanked her ass gently and said,

"Get on your hands and knees."

Mansi had to make some effort to raise her body up. She was still shivering a little from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She moved into a position she was more familiar with. Although Amar mostly preferred the simply missionary position, occasionally he liked to take her like this. With quivering limbs as Mansi got in position, she noticed the mirror. the sight she saw came like a wake up call. She saw her disheveled hair, her half open mouth, her glazed eyes, her big tits swinging from her chest, and the burly old man getting aligned behind her.

And she saw herself, a married woman, willingly cheating on her husband. And suddenly she was flooded with guilt and shame. She looked away.

Dutt could read the expressions on her face. He could read the shame, the guilt, the self-awareness, because she was so transparent. For a moment, he felt a surge of tenderness, wanting to talk to her, make her feel alright. But then he saw the big round creamy ass in front of him, and the wet cunt. And his primal instinct won over. he grabbed her hips and penetrated her hard in one go.

Even after the intense fucking she had just experienced, Mansi was a little discomfited by that sudden penetration. She groaned and the momentum made her lower her head. But Dutt wanted to see her face in the mirror as he fucked her. He reached over, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head up. And then he started banging her hard, really hard.

"MMMMmmmm!!" Mansi's moaned as the big thick dick started pummeling her cunt at a harder pace than what had transpired before. In that moment, she felt sensations similar to what she did with Amar. Because the fucking was in and out. But the old man was stretching the cunt more. Soon he started spanking her ass hard.

"Owww!" she cried out as the spanks got harder.

"Fucking whore!" Dutt said instinctively and then bit his tongue.

He felt Mansi's body stiffen. He paused for a second. But then continued pounding her hard.

That word 'whore' plunged Mansi into a bout of self-examination even as she took the fucking from Dutt doggy style. The sound of their thighs slapping hard filled the room as Mansi looked at herself in the mirror. And started thinking. That's what she was, wasn't she? For all that talk of friendship and companionship and potential and everything...when you distilled it down to its very basic...she was a whore. She had been paid handsomely when he first fingered her clit. And she knew he would pay her again. She was basically having sex for money. And by definition, she was a whore.

Dutt felt Mansi's body language change and her shoulders slump a little. She didn't fight back. She didn't push him away. Her body still kept responding every time he increased the tempo or spanked her ass or caressed her back. And her cunt muscles still occasionally grab and release his dick. But she was no longer the willing and enthusiastic participant she was a few minutes ago.

Dutt didn't care. He had done this enough to know that it was actually a healthy thing. In the initial days, when luring in chaste middle class women like this, it was important to not even hint at this being anything akin to prostitution. It was important to feed their ego. Important to foster their curiosity and sense of self-worth. But eventually, once the act was done, it was a good thing to let them come to terms with reality. And so it was with Mansi. The sooner she accepted what she was, the easier it would be on her in the long term.

Mansi kept wallowing in self pity while simultaneously enjoying the raw sex. A part of her berated herself, while another part marveled at how long and hard Duttsahab was able to keep going despite being so old. She loved how deep his dick went in, how the increased pace made her pleasure multiply. She even enjoyed how he was spanking her ass hard occasionally. And she she felt a second orgasm approaching, she was now more ready for it.

"Oh...it's happening again." she cried out.

"Dutt had suspected that. He reached under her stomach and stroked her clit again, now pounding her harder. And she started hollering and her boobs started swinging sideways. And the old man too started cumming inside her. And he groaned.

The two of them shuddered and shook through an intense simultaneous orgasm. And Mansi felt a flood of warm jizz fill up her insides. The intensity of her second orgasm made her arms bucckle and her shoulders and face landed flat on the bed. This made Dutt lean forward and land on her. And she was flat on the bed as the old man pumped the last of his seed inside her.

And the two of them lay there breathless, processing very different emotions, staring at their faces next to each other in the mirror.