Zamindar house sexcapade with brother in law part 2

This is a continuation of Zamindar house sexcapade with brother in law

Next day i woke up, tired and smiling i went to Ajits room with tea he was wearing a lungi and barechested, i wore a white saree with no blouse or bra, since it was 42 degrees in the zamindar house woman were allowed to be blouse less in summer " nao cha, ami amar haat e baniyechi apnar jonne" ( take tea, i made it myself for you) i smiled and he pulled me into his lap " cha ta pore khabo, age tomake khabo" ( i will have tea later, first i will have you) he lifted my saree and saw my pussy was already dripping wet " ajke tomar gud te coconut oil lagabo, tomar tight gud ta khule felbo" ( today i will use coconut oil on your pussy, i will open up your tight cunt)

I gasped as he poured cold coconut oil straight from the bottle onto my pussy lips, the shock of cold liquid making me clench around nothing. He smirked at my reaction and spread the oil with his thick fingers, working it into my folds until I was glistening. "Eto taratari bhijechu keno?" (Why are you getting so wet so fast?) he teased, circling my clloit with an oil-slick thumb. I could only whimper as he pushed two fingers inside without warning, the oil making the stretch deliciously easy.

"Shundor," he growled, watching his fingers disappear into my slick hole. (Beautiful.) He crooked his fingers, finding that spongy spot inside me that made my thighs tremble. "Eta? Tomar ei choto spot ta khub sensitive, na?" (This? Your little spot is very sensitive, no?)

I moaned louder than intended, quickly biting my knuckle when he added a third finger, stretching me obscenely wide. The coconut oil smelled tropical and sweet mixed with my arousal, the scent clinging to his hands as he pumped his fingers in and out.

"Puro haat dhukbe naki?" (Will you take my whole hand?) His breath was hot against my neck as he nibbled the sensitive skin there. Before I could answer, he removed his fingers and turned me roughly onto my knees, my saree pooling around my waist.

The cold dribble of more oil down my crack made me jump. "Shhh," he soothed, massaging it into my tightest hole with slow, firm circles. The first press of his thumb against my asshole burned gloriously - the stretch sharp but good, so good as he worked the muscle loose. When he replaced his thumb with two oil-slick fingers, the fullness made me pant into the mattress.

"Tomar pod er virginity ami nebo," he declared, lining his cockhead against my twitching entrance. (I'll take your anal virginity.) The initial push was brutal - I cried out as my body fought the invasion, but he didn't stop. Inch by relentless inch, he split me open on his thick cock, the coconut oil easing the way but doing nothing for the overwhelming stretch.

"Breathe," he commanded, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he seated himself fully. The burn was exquisite, the forbidden pleasure of being filled so completely making me drip onto the sheets. When he started moving, the drag of his cock against my sensitive walls had me seeing stars.

"Tomar pod ta khub tight," he groaned, slapping my ass hard. (Your ass is so tight.) The sting mixed deliciously with the pleasure as he fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my soaked pussy with every thrust. I came screaming into the pillow, my ass clamping down on him like a vise.

"Ar ekbar," he demanded, pulling out just long enough to flip me onto my back. (Again.) He shoved my legs over my shoulders and re-entered me in one brutal thrust, the new angle letting him go even deeper. The sounds were filthy - wet slaps of skin, the squelch of oil and cum as he pounded into my ruined hole.

When he came, his roar muffled against my breast as he filled me with pulse after pulse of hot cum, I knew I was lost. This wasn't just cheating - this was claiming. As his spend leaked from my well-used ass onto the sheets, he kissed me possessively.

"Tomar puro body amar," he murmured against my lips. (Your entire body is mine.) And God help me, I wanted it to be true.

That evening during dinner, my thighs still sticky with coconut oil and his cum, I caught Ajit's gaze across the table. The knowing smirk he gave me while eating the luchi I'd made with these hands - the same hands that had been inside me - made me clench around nothing.

Ravi, oblivious beside me, complimented the food. Little did he know his wife's secret recipe now included her brother-in-law's cum and the faintest trace of coconut oil. The thought made me wetter than I'd ever been.

This was sin.

This was perfection.