Amma's coconuts

[sarit11]

PART 10

Raghu grasped her arms and pinned them to her back.

“Please…let me go…” she cried, trying to pull her arms free. She turned her head and glanced at me. And for a while I thought she was going to call out for my help.
“Not until we are finished,” said the old man. With her arms twisted and held tightly behind her, he watched her how her enormous boobs hung in front of her, swinging from side to side with the movements of her body. He slowly placed his palms on her tits.
“What mulakal!” he said. “how did you make them so large, Sunandini?”
“Somebody must be squeezing them every night,” Raghu said and laughed.
“Who plays with your mulakal, Sunandini? Tell us.”
“Hari does…” Raghu laughed again.
The old man laughed too. “I don’t know,” he said, “they sleep in the same room. and she has not known a man for a long time now.” He squeezed her tits. Hard. His strong fingers moved like worms in a can.
“I am sure she makes the boy fuck her,” said Raghu after some time.
“Does she?” Vasu pinched her nipples.

“This boy has a dirty mind, sar. He likes to talk with me about women.”
“Aha?” The old man caught hold of her large tits from the sides and started shaking them from side to side.
Raghu watched him and laughed. Holding her arms with one hand, he used his other hand to tug at her sari. Since she had not wound it properly, it came off quite easily. He dropped it on the floor. Then he carefully undid the knot on the string of her petticoat It went down like a falling curtain. And there stood my mother, with not a thread of clothing on her, in the arms of Raghu.
Vasu bent his knees so that his face came in level with her tits. He now bit her nipple so hard that she cried out. He kept on playing with her tits for some time.
“Let us lift her up and put her on the cot,” he said a little later. Raghu smiled. Vasu bent down and caught hold of her legs above her ankles. Raghu put his arms under her armpits and, together, the two men lifted my mother up. She protested only weakly, for she knew that her protests would fall deaf ears. They lifted her up, but they did not place her body on the cot immediately. They started swinging her body in the air. She was a big woman, and she was stark naked. So it was a little queer to watch her being swung like that.
“Aiyo…please put me down…” she said. The men laughed. Next they dropped her on to the cot, heavily. The impact made her mammoth boobs jump up and she almost fell down from the cot. She would have fallen if she had not caught the edge of the cot just in time.
The two men laughed and she looked up at them helplessly.
Vasu noticed that how her enormous buttocks were moving as she turned over to got up.
“Now,” said he to Raghu, “I want to show you something which I am sure you have never seen in your life.”
“What is it, sar?” asked the younger fellow excitedly.
The old man gestured him to be patient. He said to my mother, “Stand on your al fours. Show us your lovely chandi.”
Raghu laughed.
My mother looked at Vasu. “Sar, it is too late tonight,” she said. But even as she spoke, she knew that it was futile to argue with him. If she begged, her begging would fall on deaf ears.
Nevertheless, she begged. “Please…”
“Do as I tell you,” Vasu told her sharply.
She did not look at Raghu. She slowly got on her knees and started to turn her body around.
“Turn your arse towards this direction, towards us,” the old man instructed her, gesturing with his hands.

My mother lifted the pillow and placed it under the window-sill, against the wall. She knew exactly how Vasu wanted her to position her lovely arse. She placed her forearms on the pillow and, resting her head on her forearms, she gently lifted up her well-rounded arse.
Raghu laughed excitedly. He fondled his big cock with his hand.
“Do you like what you are seeing?” asked the old man.
Raghu nodded.
“Don’t you want to touch what you are seeing?”
“Yes!”
With a naughty laugh, the younger man slowly placed his palms on my mother’s enormous buttocks. I noticed, to my surprise, that his fingers were trembling.
“They are warm,” he commented.
Gently, he let the tip of his fingers run all over the great expanse of her wheat-complexioned chandi, his touch feathery. She was tickled, but she remained still.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, as if it was all too much for him finally, and he bent down and placed a kiss on her arse-hole.
Vasu gently pushed him a little to the side. “Now watch this,” he said.
He stroked her jackfruit-sized arse lovingly for a brief moment. Then, lifting his hand, he placed a quick slap upon one of the great cheeks. She did not move or say anything.
“Ahhahaa!” Raghu laughed, clapping his hands.
The old man’s arm came down like a whip. Again and again. He started slapping her with both his hands, one hand after the other, and one cheek after the other. Crack! His slaps fell noisily. Now my mother tilted her head to look at him, to let his know that he was hurting her. But that was the whole idea.
Vasu moved a little aside. “You too slap,” he told Raghu, who joined him quite willingly. So the two men stood on either side of her huge buttocks and started slapping her. Slap, slap.

“Aiyo…madi…sar…” she begged after a while.
But the men would not stop.
“Please…”
Slap. Slap. The cheeks of her over-sized chandi grew red.
Finally, Vasu stopped and said, “Pour some oil on her arse.”
The younger man retrieved the bottle on the table. Now it was only half full.
“Pour all of it on her big arse,” Vasu told him. “Put some of it into her arse-hole. I want to see you fuck her arse-hole.”
When he heard this, Raghu’s whole body trembled. He laughed. But my mother immediately sat up.

“No…sar…please…adu venda…” she begged.
“What is bothering you, woman?” asked Vasu. “He will fuck your arse-hole better than I did.”
She did not say anything. She was avoiding Raghu’s gaze and her face was red with embarrassment. She gently crossed her forearms over her balloon-like boobs and started to climb down from the cot.
“You won’t let Raghu fuck your arse-hole?” Vasu said.
She did not reply, but she slowly shook her head. She was standing on the floor now. Her long, straight hair fell on one side of her face and she looked very beautiful and sexy.
All of a sudden, the old man slapped her on the face. It was an explosive action and she was completely taken by surprise. The impact threw her body back and she fell heavily upon the cot, her jumbo-sized tits jumping up and down, like passengers in a bus that is crossing a sudden bump.
“Return to your dog-like position immediately!” Vasu ordered her.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She was afraid that he would slap her again. She sat up and raised her arms in self-defense.
“Please…” she said weakly and, at the same time, she slowly climbed upon her knees and started to turn around, turning her wide buttocks towards them.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and gently laid her forearms once again on the pillow. Then, pressing her face against the forearms, she slowly lifted up her jumbo buttocks.
“That’s a nice girl!” said Vasu. The men were truly delighted. They stepped back a little to have good view of her great asset.
“I have never seen a lovelier chandi,” remarked Raghu.
“So how many chandis have your seen in your life?” asked the old man in a lighter mood.
“Many,” replied the younger man, “but none as huge and shapely as this.”
“Go on,” said Vasu now, “let your hands work on her chandi.”
Raghu had already removed the cap of the bottle. Now he stepped forward with a broad grin on his face and, raising his hand, he slowly upturned the bottle above my mother’s huge buttocks, moving his hand in a circle as he did so, allowing the coconut oil to fall all over her. Then, quickly putting the empty bottle on the table, he started spreading the oil all over the two massive cheeks before the oil flowed down her fat thighs. The part of her body she was keeping raised swayed as he used a lot of pressure to rub the oil evenly with his palms. He moved his palms continuously in great circles on both the cheeks, massaging her, making her arse warm. She tried to remain as still as possible, hiding her face in her forearms. She kept quiet.
Vasu now suddenly sat down on a corner of the cot and watched the whole scene passively. He kept stroking his erect cock slowly.

The younger man kept moving his palms in circles on her arse. I could hear the sound of skin rubbing against skin as his hands moved. In between, he would let his hands glide down to the small of her back and her lovely waist.
Then, grinning at the old man, he gave her arse a loud slap. Her arse thrown to one side, she almost losing her balance, and then it slowly returned to its original position. He slapped her again, this time with his other hand. Now her arse leaned towards the other side. He went on slapping her in this manner. He had large hands and he was slapping her quite ruthlessly, his hands flying in the air in wide circles.
Slap. Slap.
Vasu kept looking at her quickly reddening arse and at her face. He could not see her face, though, because she was keeping it pressed against her forearms.

She bore Raghu’s slapping silently. Now Raghu got ready to fuck her arse-hole. Moving close to her, he brought the tip of his large cock in contact with the opening of her anus. She stiffened, and for a second it seemed like she wanted to protest. But she remained silent, and still. Gently moving his cock to this side and that with his hand, he started poking it into her anus. He had applied some oil on his penis, too, but his manhood was bigger than Vasu’s. So, he was having to push his way through. The head of his cock was now in. Raghu now left his penis and grabbed her hips with both his hands. He pushed. She suddenly sucked in air through her teeth.
“Aiyo…Raghu…” she said.
He thrust his pelvis forward, slowly but steadily, and did not stop until his large cock was not inside her to the hilt.
“Ra..ghuuuu…aiyo…aaaahhhhhhhhh…” It was such a sexy moan that both the men looked towards her face, though they could not see it. The younger man waited. He was completely inside her now. And he was finding it hard to believe. Oh, how much he had lusted for her broad, well-rounded arse. If ever her back was turned towards him, his eyes would glue themselves on her arse. It was big and its rotundity was always visible through her sari. And, when she moved, he could clearly make out the jiggling of each plump cheek. Once, when he was picking up chopped-up fire-wood in the backyard of the house and she was helping him there, her arse had come so close to his face that he could feel its warmth, and he had almost stretched out his hand and pinched it. Now, Raghu stroked her fleshy hips lovingly. He shut his eyes and for a while he concentrated on how the walls of her anus were tightening around his hard cock. Vasu was loving it all. He was about to witness a scene of arse-fucking. His lovely sex-goddess was about to be arse-fucked by a dirty, dark fellow.

As Raghu stood still, my mother lifted her head and glanced at him through the corner of her eye. She could feel the power and hardness of his erect cock all the way up to her throat. The man saw her looking up at him. He smiled. He gently leaned his torso forward and gathered her long, straight hair in his hands. Then, clutching the end of her beautiful locks with one hand, he placed his other hand on her hip and started moving his pelvis. My mother pressed her forehead against her forearms; I could see her nose and her lips now from where I lay. As he started fucking her arse-hole, she gathered her lower lip between her teeth and made short moaning sounds. Raghu suddenly tugged at her hair and she was forced to tilt her head back; her nose and her lips disappeared from my view. Raghu had started slowly, moving his pelvis almost like a sloth. But now his movements were catching speed and his rhythm was getting steadier. His large testicles were slapping against her wet cunt, and I think that she was liking it. He increased his speed. She began to moan louder. She would moan every time his pelvis leapt towards her and his balls went “thump” on her juicy cunt. Vasu was not even blinking. He was slowly stroking his cock which was now erect like never before. He was again and looking at her face, which he could see now, since Raghu was pulling her hair and she had to keep her head raised. He watched her clutch her pillow tightly, her eyes shut, her toes and lower leg muscles stiffened, loud moans escaping her parted lips. She was loving it now. He could tell by the manner in which she was moaning and biting her fat lower lip.

Vasu sat and watched the fucking couple for about ten minutes. Then he got up.
“Raghu, can you climb upon the cot?” he asked.
Raghu stopped and looked at him as if he was waking from a dream.
“What, sar?” he said. He was totally drenched in sweat.
“Climb upon the cot,” the old man said. “I want to join you.”
Raghu started to disengage himself from my mother.
“No, no,” said Vasu, “don’t take it out. There must be room in there for both of us.”
The younger man understood. He grinned at the old man. I saw my mother looking at the two men through the corner of her eye. Raghu carefully lifted his leg and climbed upon the cot. He kept his knees bent, so as not to disturb the position of his pulsating cock. The window was directly above my mother’s head. He left her hair and caught hold of the window-bars with both his hands for support. Vasu now positioned himself behind her. He looked at her large anus into which Raghu’s great cock was disappearing. Her arse-hole looked packed. But he believed that the elastic walls of her anus could accommodate one more cock. If it was otherwise, they would see. He held his erect penis and rubbed its tip against the lovely cheeks of her huge buttocks. He tickled her cunt with it. Her cunt was dripping wet and looked very hungry. It looked as if it was all ready to swallow his cock. But, right now, the old man was more interested in her arse-hole. His cock found the lower portion of the opening of her anus. Maneuvering with his hand, he tested the elasticity of the opening. From where I lay, I could make out no opening at all; it was already occupied by a large, black banana. Vasu pushed and, to my amazement, I saw a portion of the head of his erect penis disappear into the tiny, dark space between Raghu’s cock and my mother’s anus’ lower wall. “Aiyo!” said my mother, “idu venda…sar…aiyo…” The men paid no attention to her. For them, she was now just a hole. Vasu pushed with his hands and kept on finding room for his big cock.

“Aiyoooooo…ohhhhhh…aiyo…….!.” my mother groaned. She wanted to get up, but Raghu was directly above her now. A lot of his weight was falling on her body and it was keeping her pinned down. Vasu went in further into her and she gave out such a sharp cry that the old man had to slap her on her arse to keep her quiet. Now, almost half his cock was inside her anus. Raghu bent down his head to see how things were moving. Vasu left his penis and started pushing with his pelvis. And, with my mother producing her longest moan till now, the old man shoved his cock all the way into her already occupied anus. All the way. To the hilt. Now her arse-hole was going to be fucked by not one, but by two cocks, together. She held her pillow in a tight grip as Vasu took in a deep breath. He was bathed in sweat. All three of them were wet with perspiration. The night was very silent. What time was it? I wondered. Outside, a cool breeze was blowing and some of it was coming in through the open window.
“Sar…idu venda…” my mother begged. “It hurts…aiyo…please…!”
First, the old man started to move. He moved clumsily, because though he was moving his pelvis, his cock was stuck and stationery. Then, Raghu started moving.
“Aaaaahhhh…stop it…please..idu venda…aiyo…”

Vasu slapped her buttocks. “Shut up,” he said. “Do you want your son to wake up and see you now?” She bit her lips, muffling her moans. The two men soon built a rhythm. Maybe, the walls of her arse-hole were now yielding and the gang of cocks was finally finding space to move. She, too, was now realizing that it was better to let the men have their way. Her body was visibly relaxing. And, as she relaxed, the men found more and more room for their business. Above all, the coconut oil which the men had used so lavishly was now coming to good and proper use. So, after a while, it was all a very smooth affair. I was enjoying it. The men were loving it. And she was loving it too. She had grown quiet. Her moans, which came occasionally, suggested only pleasure. A deep pleasure. Outside, the night-bird gave a loud call and flew away. It went on calling in the far distance. And then its voice faded away.