He drew himself back, placing his bets on getting a chance at more aggressive flirting once she was down. He promised himself he would soak her blouse to reveal the skin below and get a good look at her breasts; and then who knows what that might lead to?

Binita was gone in a whirlwind of laughter and she ran up the steps towards her room to change into a white kurta set which she had saved up for this occasion. It is always white, and it might typically be an old set of clothes. The colors would show up well on the white but would be ruined for any normal use thereafter, and so the preference for old clothes to be used on Holi day.

While she had caught glimpses of her Babuji, the chowdhury, and while she knew she would have enjoyed flirting with him, the true events between them inhibited her. What she didn't know was that chowdhury had never really let her go out of sight today. She remained in his line of sight as he watched her flirt, play and caught glimpses of her back, her ankles and as much of the rest of her lovely persona as he could.

And he caught sight of her dashing up the stairs.

Her suitcase was on the low table next to the dresser and Binita was rummaging through her clothes all in a hurry to find the white kurta. She was startled when she felt a pair of hands grip her shoulders from behind. The scare quickly turned into a pounding heartbeat as she recognized the grip; it was chowdhury. He had followed her upstairs.

Binita did not move. From her bent position she looked up and behind at him and smiled. But she stayed that way. chowdhury placed his hand flat on the exposed skin of her back. As soon as she felt him touch her, she was reduced to molten. That is all it took for him to melt her. His large, rough hands on her soft, ready to receive skin.

A fingernail drew a line down her spine as he traced his way down her back right up to the edge of her skirt. Binita shuddered as the nail touched every single erogenous spot on its way. It was as if he was unzipping and opening out her sexuality with that fingernail.

"Aap mauka dhoondh rahe they, lagta hai," she said to him. (You seem to have been waiting for an opportunity).

"Haan," he replied, "Warna tum aati kahan ho." (Yes, otherwise you never come to me).

Both hands held her at the waist.

"Itni braj ghar mey, koi dekh lega toh kya hoga?" she asked. (In such a full house, what if we get spotted?).

"Pehle toh kisi ne nahi dekha," he replied. (No one ever saw us before.)

He now lifted her skirt revealing her ass to him. There were those panties, ever an obstacle.

"Aise khullam khulla thodi hota hai," she countered. (It cannot be done so openly, can it?).

Her hands gripped the sides of the low table to steady herself.

"Toh chupke se aa jana, beti," he advised her. (So then come to me quietly).

"Aap ke paas aa kar mai chup nahi reh sakti, Babuji!" she said with a playful smile. (I cannot come to you and keep quiet).

She pulled down her panties and stamping with her feet got it off her legs.

"Jo bhi karna hai jaldi ki jiye, mujhe neeche bhi jaana hai, nahi toh koi dhoondhta aa jayega," she told him. (Do whatever you have to quickly, otherwise someone might come looking for me.)

With one hand on her hips, his other hand arranged the folds of his dhoti so his cock found a gap in the cloth. His erection had been ebbing and hardening all morning as he had taken in different sights of his daughter-in-law. But all her sauciness now had it in full rage.

chowdhury straightened his back to thrust his cock forward. It was pointing upward in its blood-engorged firmness. He held it and lowered it, pointing to her ass. He laved it with the precum on his cockhead.

Binita shuddered as he touched her in unnamed zones from her ass to her cunt. She reached under to try guiding him. Yes, she wanted this manliness and perversely, found herself wondering how the man had failed to pass on this endowment to his son.

He leaned forward and with his teeth, pulled open the lower cord that held the blouse in place. Now the lower part of the blouse was hanging loose while the upper part stayed tethered around the neck. chowdhury straightened up and guided his cock back into the vale between the asshceeks. This time his cock snagged in the outer lips of her cunt and he thrust forward to embed himself. While both of them were in an instant boil, the encounter itself was sudden and so neither was overly lubricated.

This was just as well, because the friction was immensely pleasurable to both. Their "Ah!" was in unison, almost orchestrated.

Binita laughed a small laugh and gripped the edge of the table hard and held her ass firm and upturned to him.

chowdhury grunted and pulled back to thrust again. The bangles on her hands jangled as he fucked her. She was wearing a full hand which was how it was on festival days. But with his methodical thumping, the jangling became louder and followed the beat of his fucking.

She wished she had taken them off but instead of silence, she actually added to the noises with a series of "unhhs!" as chowdhury changed his pace of fucking.

The man had started rapidly sliding in and out of her cunt luxuriating in the way her lips rode over his head. His hands slowly slid up her waist, up the sides of her torso and now the thumb was on her back while the four fingers gripped the side of her chest. This allowed his index finger to feel the mass of her breasts while the middle finger and ring finger teased her nipples.

"O, Babuji! Yes, maul my breasts and ride me like this. How I missed this animalness!" she hissed through clenched teeth.

She shook her head from side to side as indescribable pleasure emanated from her breasts and as the occasional lunge from the cock touched a pleasure zone inside her pussy.

"Ah!" exhaled the chowdhury with every thrust. And as he pulled back, he sucked in his breath through an open mouth, making a seething sound. The rhythm of the hiss of the seething intake and the Ah of the thrust followed a pattern as chowdhury closed his eyes, gripped her torso and fucked with a need to finish quick. This was dangerous as Binita rightly pointed out, but he could not have waited another hour. Now that Babuji and bahu had talked about it, he would fix a tryst for a longer leisurely exploration of sexuality. But right now, he just needed to own her, mark her, pound her and fill her.

Binita started to convulse as her orgasm ripped through her. She brought up one hand to hold her lower tummy as she felt the thick cock in her womb, from the deep penetration. She could feel it throb and pulsate inside her through the stomach wall. An occasional twinge of pain came from his marauding cockhead touching a sensitive part deep in her.

Binita's legs gave way as the intensity of the orgasm caused her to buckle.

She let out a scream of desperate wanting when chowdhury's cock slipped out of her cunt as she fell forward, her face now buried in the pile of clothes in the suitcase.

The cock smeared itself on her ass as it missed its target completely and chowdhury lurched in an uncontrolled response to lack of the grip of her cunt.

Binita frantically reached for his cock and chowdhury frantically grabbed at her hips. She was now completely face down and her ass in the air. Her cunt was vacant and throbbing and she needed urgently to be filled back.

"Haaaaaaaaaaanh!" (Yes) she bellowed when he sank back into her. The sensation of cumming which had built up in him had receded and he pounded into her with a vengeance to regain the lost peak. The brutality of his quest took her over the cliff and her pussy melted in a cascade of spasms. She came like she thought only men came; drenching and shuddering uncontrollably.

The furniture groaned and squeaked as it slipped from its position on the floor and closed the gap with the wall. The suitcase overbalanced and threatened to fall to one side. Binita clung on to the suitcase and table and held her cunt steady and open for chowdhury to bludgeon her into submission through the now impending orgasm. chowdhury shuddered and came in torrents, as he most usually did with Binita. After two thrusts, he left her hips, placed his hands on the wall and thrust his cock deep into her and held there. The next few spasms of his cock were from the spewing from his cockhead and not from any thrusting. He stayed embedded and only when the pleasure threatened to recede completely did he pull back and thrust back in and hold again. That thrusting pulled back his skin and the cockhead swelled up and he was able to retain the fullness of his erection for another moment during which he could stay embedded. Another dribble of sperm and another thrust back. With each successive thrust, the cockhead swelled a little lesser and lesser, till finally he had come to rest on his daughter-in-law's sexy broad ass.

For Binita the flooding surge of warmth brought out deep sighs and screams in the throat. Her womb filled with this wonderful man's sumptuous outpourings. She felt his seed deep in her and she held steady as he plunged and held himself in more than once. His pleasure was so important to her, she just wanted him to savor every tremor of his and for her to receive every little spend from his system.

As the rapidly shrinking cock slipped away, Binita found herself unsupported as the chowdhury had now placed his hands on the wall. She fell over, suitcase and all. She now was on her back, half inside her suitcase, looking up at chowdhury who was standing still, hands on the wall. Thankfully for Binita, the ghagra skirt fell back to cover her, though her ass was still not covered.

She watched chowdhury, lost in the trance of his experience, except for the occasional shuddering aftershock of his orgasm. He threw his head back, his hand reached for his cock and he gave himself a squeeze through a handful of cloth, squeezing out the never ending dribbles and yet drying his cock.

He looked down at his Binita, lying in a heap amongst clothes, the lower part of her blouse open and showing part of her breasts. Her eyes looked deep into his. They were soulmates. Her hand roamed over her the lower belly with the womb within and she palmed herself there, where he had deposited copious volumes of his seed. An indication of ownership.

She reached up inside his dhoti and squeeze-pinched the inside of his thigh. "Naughty man!" she pronounced and got up.

"Chalo, let me change," she said, signaling an end to the episode.

chowdhury turned and checked the front of his dhoti and left. As Binita lifted her suitcase onto the low table, she froze. There at the window, was Maaji, chowdhury's wife, her mother-in-law. Her hand was over her mouth and her bosom was heaving. When she was sure her husband had left the scene she entered the room and stood directly in front of Binita.