Amma's coconuts

[sarit11]

PART 8

She looked at him incredulously.  "Clips?" she asked.  "Those which you use to fasten

clothes to the line for drying." "Yes," she said.  She lifted the curtain
of the window from below and there on the window-sill Vasu saw lying some
clips.  He picked up two.  She still watched him in confusion as he brought
one clip close to her nipple.  Then she knew what he had in mind.  Laughing
lightly, She bent her torso sideways to avoid him.  "Aiyo, sar...," she
said, "what are you doing?" "It won't hurt, Sunandini," the old man assured
her.  Without saying anything more, he caught hold of her shoulder firmly
and attached one clip to her nipple.  An 'Aiyo' escaped her parted lips.
"Sar...," she said, "it hurts.  A little." She smiled at him and sat still,
watching, as he attached the other clip to her other nipple.  Then he sat
back and studied the result.  She felt a little embarrassed as she sat
there before him with the clips dangling from her nipples.  White clips on
pink nipples.  Somehow the clips on her nipples were bothering her, making
her feel ashamed.  Wearing them and sitting in front of him was making her
feel more than naked.  But the old man was very much enjoying the scene.
So thrilled was he at the sight of those clips hanging from her nipples
that his cock was once again coming to life.  She noticed it.  She once
again took his cock in her hands and caressed it.  As she stroked him, she
would move both her hands from the hilt of his great cock to the tip, hilt
to tip, hilt to tip, gently, gently.  Her milking action was so sexy to
watch that I longed to make her do the same thing to my cock.  His cock, I
noticed, was not fully erect yet.  "Sunandini," said Vasu, "now show me the
dance." "Now?" she asked, a little shyly.  She was completely naked now and
he wanted her to do a little mohiniattam in front of him.  She looked down
at his cock.  Maybe, that would make it fully erect.  She left his penis
and got down on the floor.  I looked at her from under my forearm. 

My god, what a picture she made!  With not a string of clothing on her - just two
clips hanging from her nipples - she was standing in front of this old man,
and she was going to dance.  But she was shy, very shy.  She stood covering
her face for a moment.  Then, after looking at the old man for a second,
she started to dance.  She made some elaborate stances of mohiniattam with
her buttocks jutting behind her and her arms making some gentle gestures.
Her sexy tits jiggled wildly as she moved.  The clips swung freely.  When
she turned around, it was pure heaven to watch her lovely, round arse.  For
a woman of almost forty, she moved quite gracefully, seductively.  She
smiled at him invitingly and, turning her broad, well-rounded arse towards
him she gave her hips a few slow jerks.  "Aaahaa..." exclaimed Vasu,
tittilated.  He slowly moved and sat at the edge of the cot.  She smiled
and looked at him, thursting her arse into his face.  He caught hold of her
hips and dug his nose into her anus.  She laughed lightly, tickled.  She
quickly slid out of his grasp and, turning towards him, started shaking her
great boobs in a wild manner, at the same time, giving me a magnificient
view of her dancing chandi.  The view was so sexy that I longed to sit up
on my cot and push my finger into her arse-hole, that is, if it was all
right with her.  Through her dance she was playing the role of an angry
who was scolding a very naughty boy  who had just broken a
pot full of butter. 

She was angry, and at the same time she loved to watch
the innocent manner in which the apple of her eye was trying to put all the
blame on his playmates.  The old man had watched her all the time,
mesmerised, even forgetting to stroke his cock.  But now her dancing had
crossed five minutes, and I noticed that the he was getting restless.  He
had never imagined that the woman when asked to dance would present an
elaborate demonstration of her long forgotten skills.  She was already out
of breath, but she was continuing to dance.  You could almost hear some
classical music in the background. 

Finally, Vasu had to ask her to stop.
She stopped and looked at him, smiling and panting wildly.  It looked like
she was waiting for his comments in praise of her skills.  But they did not
come and she was disappointed a little.  She watched him get down on the
floor and stand close to her.  "Squat down," he told her.  His cock was in
his hand.  It was erect, but not completely yet.  She was breathing a
little heavily after her dance performance.  She squatted down slowly.  He
stepped forward and waved his cock in front of her eyes.  Her blood quickly
rushed to her face.  But she did not get up.  She realized what he had in
his mind.  She looked at his manhood.  "Will you give it a kiss?" he asked
her.  She looked at him and her face became even redder.  She shook her
head.  Somehow she was unable to smile anymore.  "Just a small peck on this
old banana," he said.  She looked at him.  She knew that now he was going
to beg her to do it.  Very reluctantly, she tilted back her head and placed
a small kiss on the tip of his cock.  She looked at him.  He was not
satisfied.  She gave him another.  Then she moved her head down and kissed
his balls.  He moaned and touched her shoulders.  This seemed to encourage
her.  She grabbed his cock and gently pushed back its foreskin, exposing
the shiny head, which she licked once with her tongue, gently,
self-consciously.  He cried out in pleasure.  She looked up at him to watch
the expression on his face.  Now she started licking him all over, wetting
his cock completely with her spit. 

Vasu looked heavenwards and muttered some vague things.  She licked greedily, her head bobbing up and down
gently with the movements of her tongue.  She stopped licking his cock and
looked up at him as she held it in her hand.  His cock was now hard like an
iron rod.  It was a long time since she had felt in her hand an erect cock,
or any manner of cock for that matter, and she felt thrilled.  She looked
at it and wondered about the power that was stored in it.  She could feel
it, as if it was an electric current running through a wire.  She looked
into his eyes as she started stroking his cock vigorously.  Then, holding
his manhood with both her hands, she parted her lips and slowly started
taking it into her mouth.  Vasu suddenly felt weak at his knees and he
clutched at her shoulders for support.  She could not take his cock in to
the hilt.  It was simply too large for that.  But she took in as much of it
that she comfortably could, then, tossing back her head, she slowly let it
slide out of her mouth, but not completely.  Throwing her head forward, she
once again let his cock glide into her mouth.  This process went on for a
while, her head bobbing up and down gently all the time.  Then the old man
decided to take it over from her.  He asked her to raise her arms.  He
caught hold of her wrists and lifted them up, making her hold her arms
straight up.  Clutching her wrists tightly for support and also for
controlling the position of her head, he started moving his pelvis back and
forth, back and forth.  She kept her head steady and let him gently fuck
her mouth.  Back and forth, back and forth.  He went on like this for I
don't how long. 

It seemed like this night was never going to end.  "Ah!"
moaned the old man.  He was liking it, the sensation of her warm lips
around his cock.  He shut his eyes and concentrated on the tickling
sensation of her lips rubbing against his large cock and how, inside her
mouth, her restless tongue was continuously playing with his manhood.  The
whole universe must have gone blank for him.  The whole universe, except
for his cock and her mouth.  His cock and her mouth.  Oh, how he was
massaging his cock with her lips.  She too shut her eyes and let him fuck
her mouth.  Seeing that both of them had shut their eyes, I shifted my
forearm to the side to have a better view at the things.  My god!  What a
sight!  What a fuck!  It lasted a good five minutes.  Or more.  "Madi,
Sunandini," he said finally.  He gently withdrew his cock from her mouth.
He was tired.  He sat down on the cot.  She too stood up, her weighty tits
swinging, the clips attached to her nipples still intact.  He looked at her
tiredly.  He said slowly, "I want to see your chandi again." She looked at
him, that teasing smile returning to her lips.  She started to turn around.
"No," he told her, "come on the cot." So she climbed upon the cot.  "Stand
on all fours," Vasu instructed her .  She gave him a knowing look.  Then
she first turned her back to him.  Eying him with the corner of her eye,
she touched the clips and asked, "Shall I remove these?" "No, let them be."
Then, placing her ankles on both sides of the old man, she slowly raised
herself on all fours.  This brought her large, well-rounded chandi close to
his face, so close that he could probably feel its warmth on his cheeks.
He placed his palms on her arse and looked at her.  Her big, pendulous tits
were hanging down and looked like balloons, the clips attached to the
nipples almost touching the cot. 

"Fold your arms and lower your shoulders," he instructed her.  "I want your arse up.  Just your arse." She
turned her head to glance at him once and smiled.  She gently lowered her
torso by shifting her weight to her elbows and rested her head upon her
forearms.  Now her arse stood higher than her shoulders, and the rest of
her.  Not content, Vasu asked her to lift her buttocks higher.  She did.
"Higher," he said to her, "you can make it go still higher." My mother took
in a deep breath.  Then, straining as much as that she could, she lifted
her arse up and up, and still up, her supple backbone making a very steep
curve to her shoulders.  Now her chandi was really high up in the air, My
god!  It looked so very sexy, her jackfruit-sized arse standing so tall and
slowly swaying from side to side.  Vasu once again placed his palms upon
her arse and stroked it lovingly.  Then suddenly he slapped one of the
cheeks so hard that she cried out.  He liked it.  He slapped her arse
again. And again.  Noisily.  She lifted her head and looked at him.  She
gently warned him that he was making a lot of noise.  She glanced in my
direction.  She asked him to slap lightly.  But Vasu would not listen.  He
kept on slapping her hard.  He would slap one cheek with one hand, and then
the other cheek with the other hand.  His arms moved in wide circles in the
air so that the slaps fell hard and noisily.  "Aiyo, sar," she said, "don't
make so much noise." He went on slapping her.  The enormous cheeks of her
arse grew red.  She grew quite.  She pressed her forehead against her arms,
her disheveled hair covering her face completely, and silently bore the
slapping.  But I had a feeling that she was actually enjoying it.  Every
time he slapped her, a moan would escape her, a moan that suggested more
pleasure than pain.  His deliveries were so hard now that once or twice she
lost her precarious balance and almost fell on the cot. 

With every slap her arse was thrown sideways.  It was so sexy to see her ample buttocks
thrown this way and that.  Finally, fearing that I would wake up anytime
now, she tilted her head to glance at him and said, "Aiyo, madi sar.
Enough...you are hurting me." Vasu stopped.  He was perspiring heavily.  He
looked in my direction.  Then he grabbed her bottom at both sides and
gently wiped the sweat on his face upon the twin, well-rounded cheeks.
Then he sat back and looked at her buttocks admiringly for some time.  He
caressed her arse with his fingers, tickling her.  She laughed and slowly
swayed her magnificent behind from side to side.  He was thrilled.
"Suanandini, come to my room tomorrow, after the boy has gone to college,"
he said.  "I want to slap your arse like this with my chappal." "Aiyo...adu
venda, sar." "I won't hurt you...much." After that, he stood upon the cot.
He planted his feet on both sides of her.  Catching hold of his cock, he
slowly poked it into her arse-hole.  From where I lay I could clearly see
it disappearing into her anus.  When her anus had swallowed all of his
cock, he said, "How do you feel now?" "I feel like I will burst," she
replied.  "Did you like me cock?" "Yes...it is big." "You like big cocks?"
"Um." He started moving his pelvis now, fucking her.  He placed one hand on
the window sill for balance and, after taking a deep breath, he started
pumping her arse quite energetically, which seemed quite surprising for his
age.  The cot creaked complainingly, but the old man kept on moving, his
whole body bathed in sweat.  My god, how he was fucking her!  Vasu was a
real stallion.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  The old man's luck.  His pelvis was
moving like a machine.  Up and down, up and down, his iron erection darting
in and out of her anus like a snake's toungue. 

After a while, he slowed down and stopped suddenly.  He withdrew his cock.  My mother turned her
head to look at him.  "I need oil again," he told her.  She promptly handed
him the small bottle of coconut oil kept on the table.  He quickly applied
oil on his large, pulsating cock.  Then he parted one of the cheeks of her
arse and poured the oil into her anus.  He thumped the flat of his palm
upon her arse-hole a number of times to make the oil go deeper and deeper.
Then he returned the bottle to her and gently reattached his cock to her
arse-hole.  He tested the friction upon his cock by moving his pelvis
violently a couple of times.  Satisfied, he gave her big, sweat-stained
arse a couple of loud slaps and started fucking her again.  She moaned,
thrilled at his amazing strength and energy, and the enormous size of his
cock which was filling her arse-hole so completely.  Her face was hidden
from me by her upper arm and long hair, but I could see that she was
thrilled, from the way she was moaning and clutching at the bed-cover, from
the way she was stiffening her toes and leg muscles.  He was now fucking
her like a stallion.  The cot was creaking so wildly that it seemed like it
would give away anytime.  My mother was again and again gently telling him
to slow down and not to make so much noise.  Fuck, fuck went Vasu.  Creak,
creak went cot.  Now it had become quite a noisy affair.  "Sar, someone is
knocking at the door," whispered my mother suddenly.