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.
