Amma's coconuts

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PART 9

The old man stopped moving.  Totally drenched in sweat, and very tired, he gazed

towards the door and listened.  For a moment I thought that it was all my
mother's imagination.  But then I heard it too.  A light rapping on the
door.  It was probably Parvathiamma.  Had she come to see about how things
were going?  Or had she come to tell her husband to return to his room,
that it was enough for one night?  His great cock still sticking out of her
arse-hole, my mother turned her head and looked at Vasu.  He slowly
disengaged himself from her and plopped down upon the cot.  He seemed to be
out of breath.  The knocking came again.  "Who is it?" the old man asked
tiredly.  "It is me," came the reply.  "Raghu..." Panic and guilt suddenly
filled my mother's face.  She got down from the cot and hurriedly picked up
her petticoat from the floor, her big tits dancing with her actions.  She
put it on, constantly eying towards the door, as if she feared that it
would burst open anytime.  She picked up her sari and started winding it
around her hips.  I had no idea that a woman could put on a sari so
quickly. All this time, the old man had not moved from his place.  He now
said,"Sunandini, you don't need to panic." "Sar, it is Raghu!" she
whispered to him, as if she thought that he had failed to hear what the
caller had spoken a moment ago.  "Yes, I know.  I had asked him to come."
She looked at him now, very much puzzled.  "Go and open the door," he told
her calmly.  She did not move and just stared at him.  He slowly put on his
mundu.  My mother stood totally dumbstruck as he went up to the door to
open it.  Her mind was clearly in a whirlwind.  And so was mine.  She
opened her mouth to speak to him, but the words did not come.  She wanted
to stop him, but she knew that she never would be able to.  She did not
know what to do. 

She looked like she was cornered.  She had yet to put on
her blouse.  She quickly covered herself as best as she could with her
sari. She moved closer to my cot and stood with her back to the door.  She
was sweating heavily, and this time it was not from fucking.  My heart was
beating like a brass drum.  I was perplexed and I was thrilled by the
sudden turn of events.  Raghu stepped in undecidedly when the old man
opened the door.  "Why are you so late?" the latter asked.  Raghu just
mumbled something.  "I had asked you to be here at nine.  How did you get
in?" "I climbed over the wall." Vasu was not amused.  He did not like
people jumping over his compound wall at this time of the night.  But he
let it pass.  Raghu looked at my mother.  He and the old man exchanged
knowing glances.  A lusty smile began to form in the formers face.  "Speak
in low tones," warned the old man.  "We don't want to wake up the boy."
Raghu now looked at me.  But then his gaze again returned to my mother.  He
was looking at her in a very dirty manner.  I had never seen him eye her
like that.  Although, once or twice, I had caught him looking at her in an
odd manner when her back was turned.  He was about thirty-five and was a
giant of a man, his body dark as coal.  "Raghu, sit down," said Vasu, as if
he was playing the host.  Though he showed a little reluctance, Raghu sat
down.  Perhaps he was thinking that in this business he was an equal - or,
probably, more than equal - to his master.  He was wearing a shirt and a
lungi.  Maybe he was slightly drunk too. 

The old man now turned to my mother.  "Sunandini..." he called her name softly.  She stiffened, but did
not move from her place.  The old man winked at Raghu.  All of a sudden, my
mother whirled around and, partially covering her face with her sari,
started to rush out of the room.  "Raghu, stop her...!" Vasu cried out.
Raghu jumped upon his feet and easily stopped her by throwing his big arms
around her waist.  She struggled with him.  The old man quickly slipped
past them and shut the door.  Then he turned around and stood watching the
tussle between my mother and Raqhu.  If Vasu was strong for her, Raghu was
even stronger.  Locked within his arms, she could barely move her body.
She struggled weakly.  And all the time, she hardly opened her mouth.  I
noted that how, when she was in a similar situation with Vasu some moments
ago, she had cried and begged.  But now she made no sounds.  My heart
beating wildly, I watched Raghu lift my mother up bodily.  Then she must
have pushed with her legs, for he lost his balance and fell upon the cot,
and he over him.  But he never loosened his grip on her.  He quickly
regained his balance and came to a sitting position, and she found herself
seated on his lap.  She quickly tried to get up.  But that was impossible.
Raghu's was a vice-like grip.  She tried in vain to push his great arms off
her body.  The sari which she had so hurriedly wrapped around her shoulders
had come undone and both her lovely coconuts were now fully exposed.  Vasu
now came excitedly and sat down beside Raghu.  "Make her sit between us,"
the old man said. 

Raghu obediently loosened his grip on her body lightly
and pushed her to the side, so that she sild and found herself sitting
sandwiched between the two men.  She tried to stand up again, but Raghu
quickly placed an arm over her shoulder.  She tried to gather her sari
around her, but she could not as she was sitting on it.  So she crossed her
forearms over her enormous, well-rounded tits and became still, realising
finally that fighting was futile.  There was no way out of this situation.
Was she crying again?  No, her eyes were dry.  But the expression on her
face told me that she was not liking it one bit.  There was a little anger
too in her eyes.  "Where were you running, Sunandini?" Vasu asked her,
pushing her hair off the side of her face - for her long, straight tresses
had come loose - and stroking her cheek with his fingers.  "We won't hurt
you, we promise" the old man assured her.  "What is this?" exclaimed Raghu,
laughing and pointing at the clip stuck to one nipple which he could see.
Though she was trying her best to cover her boobs, it was not possible to
completely hide anything so large with one's arms.  Vasu did not say
anything.  One of the clips had fallen off and it was lying on the floor.
The old man retrieved it.  He gently tugged at her hand to uncover her
bosom, but she would not budge.  "Sar, Hari will wake up..." my mother
spoke now for the fist time since Raghu made his entry, "...if he sees..."
Her voice was hushed, as if she did not want Raghu to hear her.  "He is
fast asleep, woman," said the old man.  "Besides, we will all be very
quiet. Won't we, Raghu?" Raghu nodded, gulping. 

Yes, it was true that he had lusted for this woman.  He called her "chechi", but when her back was
turned he would ogle at her body.  It was impossible not to ogle at her
body.  How could anyone ignore something so sensual?  Once when he went to
the well to wash his hands and feet after his work, he found her bathing.
She was just in her petticoat, worn around her bosom.  She was all wet.  He
remembered how her only piece of clothing stuck to her body and showed the
various curves.  She had seen him and he had quickly withdrawn.  I had
witnessed this little episode, because I was with him at that time.  I was
going to the well too, and I had been fairly embarrassed when we saw my
mother in that condition.  And now, Raghu was dying to see her uncover her
tits.  His wish was fulfilled a moment later when my mother much
reluctantly let the old man lower her forearm and show one bare tit.  Big
and round.  I was not seeing it for the first time tonight, but I again
marvelled at its rotund shape.  I don't know how her boobs had retained
their round shape, seeing that they were so big and she was a woman of
almost forty.  As both men eyed at her greedily, she turned her head and
looked away from Raghu.  Somehow, Raghu's presence was very much
embarrassing her.  Raghu watched in amazement as Vasu re-attached the clip
to her nipple.  She sucked in air through her teeth to show that it hurt
her.  Then the old man made my mother lower her other arm, too, so that now
both her oversized tits were uncovered for the men to feast their eyes
upon. They kept looking at her, as if they were looking at a great piece of
work.  I watched my mother shut her eyes tight. 

She seemed like she was wishing that she were somewhere else.  The old man looked at Raghu.
"Raghu, " he said, "don't you want to touch her?" Raghu laughed as if he
was tickled.  He looked at Vasu, who nodded with a smile.  The young man
reluctantly placed his palm on her belly.  He liked her belly.  It often
showed through her sari when she was working.  My mother stiffened visible
at Raghu's touch.  A gasp escaped her lips.  His palm began to caress her
pebble-smooth belly.  I watched as blood rushed up to his face which was
filled with excitement and lust.  He moved his palm slowly, exploring the
lovely curves of her flank.  As for me, it was one big sexy sight, my
mother sitting sandwiched between the two men, her abnormally large boobs
hanging down, clips fitted to her jutting nipples.  "Sar..." breathed my
mother, "...it is very late now.  Let us do it tomorrow." Vasu just
laughed, as if she had cracked a joke.  "Please, sar, what will Hari think
if he sees...?" "Hari is fast asleep." "If he wakes up..." "If he wakes
up," said Vasu, "he can join us." Both the men laughed at this.  My heart
beat wildly when I heard this.  I shut my eyes and did not even breath.  I
opened them only when silence had prevailed in the room for about a minute.
I saw that Raghu's middle finger was moving in circles around my mother's
navel.  He now put his finger into her navel and continued to move it in a
circular motion.  Maybe she was tickled.  She pushed his hand away.  Vasu
touched her boobs.  They were so large that his big palm covered not even
half of one tit.  He removed one clip from a nipple.  He held the nipple
between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it so hard that an "Aiyo"
escaped her lips.  Then he bent his torso and took the nipple into his
lips. Thus holding the nipple, he let his tongue play with it for a while.
Then he started sucking it. 

Raghu watched him in amusement.  He decided to
play with the tit on his side.  He removed the clip from the nipple.  He
did it roughly, yanking the clip off, so that she cried out in pain and
clutched at her tit with both her palms.  He tugged at her palms and slowly
uncovered his tit, that is, the one on his side.  He looked at it and
gulped.  He gently placed his palm on the tit and started squeezing it,
gently at first, and then a little roughly.  She tried weakly to push his
hand away, but he kept on squeezing her.  He drew closer to her and dug his
teeth on her bare shoulder, making her cry out in pain.  Where he bit her
he left the deep imprints of his teeth.  His passion was rising, and he bit
her again.  "Aiyo...!" she cried out and she jerked her shoulder away from
him.  She now looked at him for the first time.  She had an attractive,
sexy face, and Raghu looked at it as if mesmerised.  She watched the
expression in his eyes and it seemed to relax her a bit.  Maybe she had no
idea that he lusted for her body so much.  It was raw lust that she saw in
his eyes.  He did not give her time to read more.  He put his arm around
her shoulder from behind her and, drawing her to him, he planted a kiss on
her cheek.  She turned her face away from him, as if she was repulsed.  He
started kissing her ear, her neck...  Vasu now left her nipple and, seeing
her face turned toward him, glued his lips to hers.  She did not return his
kiss, but she did not move her face away either.  The old man kissed her on
the lips about twenty times, all wet, noisy kisses.  Raghu's hand now moved
on to the other tit, the one Vasu had been sucking at, as if to see if it
was any different from the tit that at present belonged to him.  Now he
started kneading both tits, one after the other, his strong palms squeezing
her rubbery flesh into all possible shapes.  He was hurting her and she
touched his hand to let him know that.  The old man was now kissing her
cheek, and chin...he was showering kisses all over her face.  Raghu joined
him.  And the two men started kissing my mother's sexy face almost as if
they were competing with each other.  She shut her eyes and sat still.
There was nothing that she could do. 

In between, both the men liked to bite her fat lower lip.  And I watched as Raghu forced his tongue into her
mouth, making her suck it.  She sucked it slowly, reluctantly.  He threw
both his arms around her possessively and planted several noisy kisses on
her sexy lips.  Vasu paused to watch.  He leaned back a little so as to
have a better view of my mother and Raghu.  He liked the way he was kissing
her, planting each kiss with such force that he almost hurt her.  She kept
on trying to free herself from his grip, but his arms were very strong.  He
went on kissing her, all over her face, her neck, her shoulders...  he
spared nothing.  Then he pulled back his arms and looked at her colossal
tits.  He pressed his strong palms on the sides of the tits and tugged at
them so roughly that she winced.  She was forced to turn her torso
completely towards him.  He lifted her great boobs up and stuck one nipple
into his mouth.  She watched him suck it greedily.  Vasu now took hold of
her other tit, literally snatching it from Raghu.  He pulled at it, making
her turn her torso slightly towards him.  He started sucking the nipple.
Both men were holding each tit of her with both their hands and pulling it
towards them, so that now her nipples were pointing in a sideways
direction. After sucking her tits to their hearts content, the men began
kissing her face again.  She had a sexy face, my mother did, and that is
why both men liked to kiss it so much.  They were kissing her and at the
same time their hands were working on her tits.  Vasu started shaking her
tits.  Raghu followed suit.  Of the two men, Raghu's passion was amazing.
His face was already very red, because all his blood seemed to be in his
face now.  He was kissing her like a maniac.  In between, he dug his teeth
into her fleshy cheek and bit her so hard that she cried out loudly.
"Sshhh..."

Vasu warned her, pointing his finger towards me.  Now, both the
men once again returned to her tits.  They got down on the floor and,
kneeling in front of her, started sucking her nipples again.  She glanced
down at them and shut her eyes.  They sucked noisily.  Raghu's right hand
gently stroked her flabby waist.  The old man would again and again stop
sucking for a few seconds and let his tongue play with her erect nipple,
his tongue moving so fast that it tickled her greatly.  As both of them
made loud sucking noises, they looked at each other and winked.  They were
sucking so hard that my mother seemed to gently lift her pelvis as she
moan. She touched the sides of her great boobs and shut her eyes.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh...." she moaned, loud enough for the whole nieghbourhood to
hear.  She opened her eyes and looked heavenwards.  Even as I watched, she
gently lifted her heavy boobs up with her palms, to give the men a more
comfortable position to suck.  The men were quite thrilled by the way she
had suddenly started co-operating with them, and they sucked with greater
lust and vigour.  She was biting her lower lip, as if to muffle her moans,
but the moans would inadverntly come.  And the way she was biting her lip
was in itself very sexy.  She had done this when Vasu was playing with her,
too.  She would bite one side of her fat lower lip and then push it out
gently.  She sat there, her eyes shut, holding her oversized tits, regaling
at the pleasure the men were giving her by their sucking.  When she moaned,
her whole body would shiver.  "Ummmm...." she moaned and, throwing her head
back, thrust her great boobs towards the men.  The pleasure they were
giving her was too much for her and it was making her dizzy.  For a moment,
it seemed like she was going to fall off the cot.  She let go her tits and
clutched at the shoulders of the two men for support.  As she did so, her
heavy boobs were suspended and the nipples slithered out of the grip of the
two men. 

The men bent their torso further down to take her nipples back
into their hungry mouths.  They continued sucking.  After sucking her
nipple for almost ten minutes, the old man stood up.  Raghu, finding it
improper to continue the task when his master had already finished, stood
up, too.  My mother opened her eyes and looked at the two men.  Vasu was
undoing his mundu.  He let it drop on the floor.  Stark naked now, he
grabbed his erect manhood and waved it in front of her face.  She looked
away.  She turned her face away from Raghu, as if she was still embarrassed
by his presence.  Taking his master's example, Raghu too took off all his
clothes, first his shirt and then his lungi.  Oh my god!  His cock was one
big organ, as big as a donkey's.  It was not fully erect yet, but it looked
immense.  As I said earlier, Raghu's body was very dark, and his cock and
buttocks were even darker, literally black in colour.  My mother did not
lift her eyes to look at his penis.  But I think she saw it through the
corner of her eyes.  Vasu stepped forward and slapped his cock upon her
cheek.  She tilted her torso backward and glanced at him.  He smiled at
her. She was unable to return his smile.  She quickly returned her gaze to
the floor, where she had been staring all the time.  Vasu now slapped her
cheek again with his large cock.  Raghu followed suit.  He hit her on the
other cheek with his heavy organ and I saw that her head was literally
thrown sideways by the impact.  She did not look at him.  She silently let
him hit her again.  And again, and again..  Thump, thump, thump...he hit
quite violently, jerking his hips sideways for maximum impact.  Vasu now
brought the tip of his cock in contact with her lips.  She moved her face
away from his cock.  He laughed.  "Why are you shying away now?" he asked
her.  "Come on, give us both a kiss." She shook her head.  "Then we will
continue to hit you," said Vasu. 

He slapped her with his cock again.
Raghu did the same.  "Come on, let us sit down," said Vasu after some time.
The two men sat down on either side of her.  They sat close to her, their
shoulders pressing against hers, their cocks standing up in the air.  Raghu
kissed the soft skin of her shoulder and looked at her.  She kept her eyes
fixed on the floor.  Vasu kissed her on the cheek.  "Isn't she a beautiful
woman?" he said.  The younger man nodded.  Together, the two men sat
admiring the beauty of her face for a while.  Then the old man said,
"Sunandini, take our cocks in your hand." Raghu laughed excitedly.  She sat
still.  She leaned forward slightly, clutching her huge tits in her fleshy
arms as if she was hiding some treasure.  Vasu suddenly grabbed her wrist
and pulled her hand down to his manhood.  She tried to jerk her hand away,
but he held it tightly.  Looking at this scene, Raghu too caught hold of
her hand and brought it down to his towering erection.  Now she struggled
with the two men, trying her best to pull her hands free from their grip.
But they were simply too strong for her.  The men used both their hands and
finally made my mother circle her fingers around their hardened cocks.  She
sat there, defeated and humiliated, her long, straight hair in a mess,
holding their manhoods in her hands.  When they slowly released her hands
she did not pull away her hands from their cocks.  Perhaps she understood
that there was no other way.  Suddenly I noticed that she was crying.
Tears were trickling down her pebble-smooth cheeks.  And, as she cried, she
began to slowly stroke their cocks.  She did it clumsily, maybe because she
was doing it with both her hands.  She moved her hands slowly,
simultaneously, unwillingly.  Her tears trickled down and fell on her
fantastic boobs.  The men completely ignored her tears.  Perhaps, for them,
her crying only increased her sensuality. 


They just watched her hands move up and down gently.  She held their cocks just tight enough for their
foreskins to be pulled back and returned.  The shiny tips of their great
cocks appeared and disappeared under the dull glow of the overhanging naked
bulb.  Her tears kept rolling down, but she did no stop the movements of
her hands.  Now she made crying noises too.  She shut her eyes, squeezing
the tears out, which rolled down and kept wetting her enormous boobs.  I
noticed her tears trickle down her nipples, drop by drop.  Raghu pinched
her nipple, the pain making her suck air in through her teeth noisily.
"Raghu," said the old man all of a sudden, "take that bottle of coconut oil
from that table.  Let her put some oil on our cocks." Raghu stretched his
arm and picked up the bottle.  He unscrewed its cap and positioned the
bottle above my mother's hand.  Reluctantly, she left his cock and upturned
her palm.  He carefully poured a large measure of oil into it.  She slowly
rubbed her palms together, spreading the coconut oil evenly on both
surfaces, and she gently started applying the oil all over both the men's
cocks.  They moaned with pleasure as her hands travelled up and down the
length of their manhood.  Then she resumed stroking.  Vasu now stretched
out his hand, making a cup of his palm.  He gently winked at the younger
man, who smiled knowingly and poured some coconut oil into the formers
hand. The old man slapped the oil on to my mother's tit and started
spreading it all over its smooth surface with circular movements of his
palm.  Immediately, Raghu followed suit.  He took some oil into his palm
and applied it on her tit.  Then he poured out some more oil and rubbed it
all over her bare back. 

Vasu took some more oil from him and applied it on her belly and again on her tit.  Raghu upturned the bottle, emptying almost half of its content into his cupped palm.  After returning the bottle to
the table, he gently administered all that oil on both her jumbo boobs.
Now both men worked on her heavy tits with their palms, rubbing her,
kneading her, running their palms in circles, running their palms
vertically, running their palms horizontally, squeezing her, and even
slapping her.  And when they were finished, the skin of her amazing,
well-rounded tits glistened as if it was polished.  The area around her
nipples seemed like mirrors and I am sure that you could see your faces in
them if you scrutinised closely.  Their hands did not stop at her tits.
They continued to massage her back and waist and pebble-smooth belly.  And,
all this while, her hands kept stroking their cocks, slowly and steadily.
The younger man, placing his right hand on her back, started giving her
belly an elaborate massage with the flat of his other palm.  He loved her
belly.  She had a somewhat large belly, a portion of which was continuously
visible when she moved around the house with her work.  If the edge of her
sari shifted from its position just a little, her lovely navel would come
to view.  Whenever Raghu came to the house, he would simply long for a
glimpse of her navel.  Often, when he got the chance of stealing glances at
her sexy navel, she would catch him in the action.  The expression on her
face would tell him that she was aware of where he was looking.  His heart
would beat faster, as his eyes would search her face and eyes for some kind
response.  But she would always turn her eyes away, and she would gently
pull at her sari to cover her belly properly.  In his wild fantasies he
would imagine her to smile at him invitingly and let him ogle at her navel
all that he wanted to.  He now looked at his palm moving in all directions
over her beautiful belly, giving her a tight massage, and he smiled
greedily.  Looking straight into her eyes, he dug his middle finger into
her navel and let it stay there. 

For the first time, he thought he caught a flicker of the fire of passion burning in her heart.  But she looked away
quickly.  He rubbed his palms on her face, and he was so overcome with
passion that kissed her lips noisily.  He moaned and, suddenly, he climbed
upon his feet.  He grasped her hair from behind and pressed the tip of his
big cock to her lips.  He shoved hard, but she would not budge.  The next
moment, she gave Raghu a great push and jumped upon on her feet.  She
started to head for the door.  But Raghu caught her easily.  But, since
there was oil all over her torso, she slithered out of his grip and ran for
the door.  But the younger man lunged forward wildly and threw his arms
around her.  He lifted her up, her massive boobs heaving, and planted her
feet in front of the old man.