Impregnated by My Nephew

Here we were one married woman and one horny youth in the corner of a cinema hall making it out as though it was the end of the world. I felt him try to lift my salwar over my stomach and his other hand squeezed my other breast. We had totally lost track of the movie. My dupatta had fallen down near my legs. I did not care. I was in throes of passion which I had not known earlier.

I was cheating on my husband and I liked it. Suddenly I felt Jeetu's fingers snaking under my pajama belt and going to my pussy. I grunted and whispered near his ear, not to do it. But my pleas fell on deaf ears. I could feel his fingers run along my slit and I widened my legs to facilitate him. I was totally wet.

Then the scene was coming to an end of the first session of the movie and the lights would come on. We hurried to stuff his monster upward under his belt as it would not go in his underwear. I pulled up my dupatta around my shoulders and fixed my dress. Immediately after that the half time lights came on.

I could see a satisfied yet a disappointed look on Jeetu's face. My face was flushed. I felt incomplete at the only opportunity that I had got after my marriage; and that too with such a unique monster.

Then Jeetu whispered to me "Seema, do you want to watch this movie or should we go home?"

I looked at him in disbelief. He was a fast mover. I was confused and just shook my head. He took as my assent and as soon as the lights dimmed again, he held me by my hand and led me down the cinema aisle. We left the hall and caught the first rickshaw that we got to reach home. We sat with gap between us, as we did not want anyone to notice.

When we reached home, I went to open the door and Jeetu paid the rickshaw. By the time he paid the fare, I had the door open. I had hardly walked in, when Jeetu entered and shut and latched the door. I just turned to look at him. He came up to me and before any words were spoken, his lips latched onto mine. I responded to his hungry kisses as he sucked my lip and entered his tongue into my mouth. This was all a novel experience for me. I was getting excited.

He put his hands below my legs and lifted me still stuck at the lips. He entered his bedroom and lay me down on it, with my legs dangling down. I was putty in his hand. I wanted to experience his prick. Jeetu pulled off his shirt and I could see his strong muscles, as compared to the slight paunch of Ashok.

I tried to remove my salwar but he told me not to. I was perplexed. He removed his jeans but left his underwear with his monster sticking out of it. He then came over me and took my boob into his mouth over my salwar and the bra. I caught his head and pressed my small boob into his mouth. His hand went inside my pajama and he was now sliding his fingers furiously over my slit, but entering me.

Slowly he started pulling down my pajama , but leaving the panty on and he removed his mouth from my tit to pull the pajama off completely. He then slowly removed my salwar top and here I was in my used bra & panty, which were used by Jeetu yesterday.

He saw that I was wearing the same set on which he had sprayed his semen and whooped with glee. I closed my face with my palms as I felt ashamed. He put his hands under me and lifted me up on the bed. My face was still covered like a shy bride.

Suddenly I felt his mouth on my pussy. I felt a wonderful feeling traveling up my hole to my breasts. I was shocked. I never knew that such a thing could happen. Ashok had never ever done this. I did not want him to stop. I pressed his head into my pussy and pushed it up to his mouth. I felt him roll down the panty and his tongue entered my small hole, sliding all along the slit. It was a total new experience for me. As his tongue reached my clitoris, a dam seemed to break in me and I squirted my first of the many orgasms. Jeetu's face was sprayed with my volcanic squirt.

He slid up my body and opened the bra hook and freed my very sensitive boobs.

"Oh my beautiful Snoopies!'" he exclaimed. In a moment he had gobbled the left tit fully in his mouth and sucked it up and down, coming in and out of his mouth. The entire fleshy mound was being sucked and his rough tongue was lapping around the nipple. I encircled him with my arms and pulled him to my chest.

I did not care for any repercussions and wanted him in me. But I was scared that his tool would rip me apart. He must have read my mind and reached down to hold his monster and direct it to the mouth of my small slit. Earlier, I had just visualized it, but now that reality dawned on me, I was scared.

"Please Jeetu, you are too big. It will tear me'" I pleaded. I was on the threshold of wanting it in me and at the same time scared of the damage that it may do. Whatever it was, I did not want Ashok to come to know.

Jeetu, stop now please. You know I am married. I am not allowed to do this. Please don't do this Jeetu." I pleaded. But my halfhearted pleas fell on deaf ears. I could feel him forcefully trying to enter me and then suddenly I felt his huge head making its entry in me. I felt a sudden pain between my legs as my small hole was trying to accommodate this baton. It was much bigger than Ashok's prick.

Then Jeetu started pushing it in slowly. I remembered the pain after Ashok had entered me on our first night. But this was not pain; it was a feeling of being stuffed with a huge object. He pushed and he entered a little more. The pain was becoming unbearable and tears were rolling down my cheeks. Though I wanted him to stop, I was enjoying the experience of being fucked by a man, other than my husband.

Then Jeetu suddenly pushed himself into me and must have gone further in. The sudden pain made me push my chest upward and my head fell back. My whole body was bathed in sweat and lubricated Jeetu sliding over me. Though he had taken most of his body load on his arms, part of his body still pressed me down. I swung my legs around his waist and he took this as me wanting to press inside. And he did so, I shrieked loudly and the sudden entry. I could feel the tip of his penis touching mu stomach. I was sure that he had entered my womb. I was sure that my vagina opening must have been stretched wide.

I then realized that he was not wearing protection, I froze; but then I realized that he looked and was like my husband and that it would not make a difference to be impregnated by him. I had read somewhere that Indian culture allowed "Ni yoga", an option to be impregnated by a known person, in case your husband was unable to impregnate you. As a wave of pleasure ripped through me, I hugged him to me, roughly, to hold him inside. I was literally feeling choked and stuffed.

Then he started to move out. I felt myself being pulled up along with him due to his tight fit. He reached down and held my hips. Slowly I felt him pull out and then slowly sink in. The feeling was amazing and I cannot put it in words. Then after sometime, his pi stoning intensity increased. I was getting rammed royally. My moans and yelps were falling on deaf ears.

"Jeeeeetu, pleeeease stop. Youuuu are huuurting me. Oowww, oowwww, ouch'" my moans were literally cheering him to go deep into me with stronger force. I got repeated orgasms and the juices were lubricating his entry & exit action.

"Oohhh my god! Ohh my god! You will kill me. Please go slow" I pleaded. But he continued his squishy rod into me. After about 15 minutes of ramming into me, I felt him stiffen and he embraced me and crushed me to his chest, humping his waist, with short strong strokes, into me and then pushing deep. The tightness of his cock against my vagina walls was literally lifting me off the bed. His balls were slapping against my buttocks, which by now were wet with sweat and our mixed juices.

"oooooooo, unff, unnnfff ..." was all that came out of my hoarse throat. I squeezed my legs around his waist and pulled him to me.

A second later I could feel warm jets of his manly juices pumping straight into my womb, coating his baby making seed on the walls. I was surprised as he kept on pumping his semen for a long time. Ashok's tool would slip out of my hole immediately after he spilled in me. We would then go for a bath, separately now but together after our marriage.

Jeetu had relaxed for some time and lay on me. My Snoopies were crushed below his chest and were flattened. Though the warm spurts had stopped, there was no sign of his girth reducing or his rod slipping out. I was thoroughly skewered on his tool. This experience and feeling was something I had never experienced earlier in my 6 years of marriage. I had forgotten about Ashok by now and concentrated on our union. I wanted to see his prick in me.

"Jeetu I want to see down there!" I asked him sheepishly.

"You mean our fuck joint?" he responded, turning his attention to his pet snoopies. "Sure. Here give me your hand." It was then that I realized that I had clasped the pillow on either sides to vent my gratification. He held on to my hand and slowly slid it between our sweaty bodies and mad me hold onto his cock base, which was the only piece out of me. I felt the area to be slimy and as I felt my pussy lips clamped around it, I felt the familiar goose pimples all over me.

"Now what, Jeetu?" I asked him, realizing that he did not want to come out of me. "What happens now? I cannot be with you like this. You know Ashok will come to know and then all hell will be let loose."

"Seema, did you like it today?" he asked point blank.

I just looked at him and nodded.

"Do you feel guilty about it? You know it just happened," he justified. "You are wonderful and so was our lovemaking. You are the best."

With that he muzzled into my boobies and gobbled a full boob into his mouth, and than sucking out repeating the fucking action. We were still glued to our base and now I felt him softening.

"Jeetu can you please remove your .... Tool? Please?" I was feeling a slight pain.

He obliged and slowly started to pull himself out. As I looked down, it looked like a snake coming out of it hole. Even when it was flaccid, it was much bigger than Ashok's tool. As the head f his tool exited my pussy hole, it came out with a plop. I felt as though a huge load had come out of me. I reached down to find my hole totally dilated. I was now scared that the sheer width of my hole would give me away during our nightly bouts. Today I had to find an excuse to avoid sex with Ashok.

I was further amazed at this young man's sexual appetite. After pulling out from me, he slid down and kissed my pussy. It was a shock for me. How can a man kiss you there, that too after such a bout?

"No, please Jeetu, what are you doing? It's dirty to do that." I said. But before I could actually stop him, his tongue had lapped at my pussy lips and then I felt his tongue slip into me. The wave of pleasure that rode through me made me push my chest out and curved myself with the support of my head. My hair was wet and spread all over and made a design of its own. I came with such force that I pushed my cunt onto his face, making him gasp for air.

I felt like a virgin on her first night. In one day, I had broken my marriage vows, had cheated on my husband, and had got small breasts sucked and then rammed with the biggest prick, for over two hours. I had crossed the line of no return and had now got my cunt sucked and kissed that too after being royally fucked by a younger man.

"Jeetu let me go and have bath and freshen up." I realized that we were fucking for the last almost one hour and half. The time now was 4.30 pm.

There was ample time for Ashok to return so I sighed in relief. I sat on the bed only to realize that I had a thick sticky fluid trickling out of my ravaged cunt. My legs were wobbly and I could not stand properly. It felt as though my hole was pulled apart and there was a gaping hole. Jeetu got up and lifted me in his arms and made way to the lower bathroom.

Here we were nude as Adam & Eve, walking about nude in my house, sprawled in a strangers arms. I was afraid that the maid would ring the bell, only to realize that I had asked her not to come today. Jeetu put his back to the door and pushed it open. He lowered me onto the floor and turned on the water shower. The cold water shower stung my skin but at the same time refreshed me.

"Seema, let me give you a good rub." Jeetu volunteered. He was also nude as was I.

"No Jeetu. I have already over crossed the height of cheating and if anyone comes in it will be bad." I tried to tell him.

"No one is going to come, Seema. Please you are tired. Let me help you.", I was tired and then gave up.

"Just for a little while," I relented.

He made me sit on the high bathroom stool and soaped my back. As his hands reached my shoulders, he massaged the tense muscles. It felt good and I let out a purred moan. He then came close behind me and I felt his penis growing up again.. It felt very sexy to be massaged by fingers on the shoulders and on the spine by a thick penis.

I reached back and tried to hold it. I felt it grow again. This was totally different from Ashok, which would fall to sleep once the action was over. Then the shower started with warm water and I felt totally relaxed. Jeetu's hands traveled all over my back and then gave special attention to my boobies. I felt his hand going down between my legs and I spread them to facilitate him.

His hands on my vagina, sliding up and down the slit, smoothly soapy gave me a great feeling and I relaxed onto his chest behind me and enjoying the penis poking into me. Jeetu was nibbling at my ears and was turning me on.

How was it possible that this penis was not going down at all? Would it be possible and would he try fucking me again? My questions were replied immediately. I felt Jeetu acknowledging me to get down from the stool. He made me stand holding the taps ahead of me and started to push my back down. I was surprised not knowing what he wanted. It was then that I realized that he had positioned himself behind me and was pointing his penis head at my dilated entry.

"Jeetu what are you doing?" I tried to move up, but he kept his hold on my shoulders. I liked the power he had on me. Ashok was a very accommodating fucker. But Jeetu was literally forcing himself on me. Was it force?

He pressed my lower back to adjust himself and then I felt the familiar bulb of his rod slipping into me. Then without any notice he pushed directly and fully embedded his entire length into me.

"Nooooo, oh god, it's paining. It's paining." I yelled holding tightly onto the taps. After just a few seconds he started pistoning me by pulling right out and them ramming fully inside. I felt like a poodle being fucked by a German Shepherd. But after a few rams, I was actually enjoying this fuck. I pushed back to his front rams and our moans filled the bathroom. Jeetu had held my slim waist in his strong hands and was continuously ramming me. This was the first time that I was being fucked from rear and I actually loved it.

Then Jeetu lifted my face and kissed me. I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to enter as his penis was ravaging my pussy hole.

"I think I am in love with you, Seema" Jeetu said suddenly.

I froze. I had not expected him to say this. He continued;

"I don't know why but I must have fallen for you when I set my eyes on you. But when your snoopies massaged me, I had slipped much further. I want to make love to you every moment I get." He pleaded. Since my mouth was kissed shut. I pressed my cunt lips on his monster to silently reciprocate his emotions. I too, without any knowledge had given myself to him.

"But we have to be careful. Not because I may get pregnant, but you must control yourself if anyone is in the house. By the way I had also lost myself to you when you were fucking my bra and panty yesterday."

"You saw?" This revelation shocked him and he blushed knowing his act was caught.

"In fact today, for the movie, I was wearing the same bra & panty that you spilled into yesterday." I revealed to him.

I felt a major orgasm building and at the same time Jeetu tensed and shot his load into me. Our juices mixed.

"Can we please rest now? I got to cook for the night." I said.

"Can we order food and have more of this for dinner?" he joked. He slid out of me making me feel the void. But now it was more comfortable.

We both washed ourselves together and went to our respective rooms to dress up. Ashok was delayed that day, but nothing else happened. That night after he came home, he inquired how the day was and I told him that we had gone for the movie and then loitered around in the city doing window shopping. I did not tell him that it was my window that was being shopped, rather shaped.

I suddenly had a naughty idea and thought of putting it to work. At the dinner table, I told Ashok that Jeetu's sister had wanted to see a gynecologist in Pune and if we could call her here. Jeetu was startled and looked questioningly at me. But he did not ask anything and I just smiled. Ashok was for it and told Jeetu to call his mom and inform her. Luckily that night Ashok was tired and my cunt was spared additional sexercise.

Next day, as was the routine and Ashok went to the bathroom, I came down to make the breakfast. Jeetu must have been asleep after yesterday's bouts. I entered the kitchen and started the gas and started making Chapatis (India flat bread). I was dressed in my short skirt and had not worn any panty as my cunt lips were sore.

Suddenly, I felt hands clasping my breasts from the back and I was stunned. It was Jeetu, who had got up early and freshened up, before I came down.

"Jeetu, what are you doing?" I reproached him trying to remove his hands which were mauling my breasts. "Ashok may come down anytime."

"Seemu, you know his routine, He will not come out for the next 45 minutes. I want my breakfast before he comes down."

"I can't come to your room now. Please go away." I pleaded.

"I don't want you to come to my room. I want my breakfast here." With that he pushed me towards the kitchen counter and lifted my skirt upwards. I held the counter for support as I had no other choice. I felt the familiar truncheon between my buttock cheeks and before long it was at the door of my cunt and into me. The vigorous fucking yesterday had prepared my hole to accommodate him today with ease.

In just about under a minute he was bucking into me like a jack rabbit. I could not even shout or moan out my approaching orgasm, loudly. Within a few minutes, I must have had 3-4 powerful orgasms. And then he shot his baby making liquid into me. Immediately afterwards, he pulled out of me and disappeared just like he came in. I was feeling a need for more but was left helplessly panting out my afterglow. I could feel his semen going down my thigh through a widened pussy hole and I used a kitchen napkin to dry the leaking stream.

I glowered at him when he and Ashok came for breakfast. He smiled at me. Then Ashok said' "I have informed your mom. She will call you regarding Rupa's arrival. Your bro-in-law shall come to drop her."

With that we started our breakfast with the usual routine. There was pin drop silence till the end of breakfast.

"So what are you plans today?" Ashok asked as he left.

"Today, I have to stay at home and take stock of my job'" replied Jeetu, a smile playing on his lips.

"Don't rush things at work. In case you need my help, please let me know. Seema shall give you all details of the places." Ashok added.

"Oh, she has been a great help. She showed me many places. I will definitely ask her, if I need to see any other place." He looked at me and said.

I was turning crimson red because I knew which places he was referring to. After Ashok left for work I went to ask Jeetu for an explanation for putting me in such an embarrassing position. But by the time I asked him, he was on me and in no time we were out of our clothes and in his bed.