28-11-2018, 11:04 AM
Part - 13
As she settled on the bike, I felt my bike's rear shock absorbers compress with the weight. I felt her thighs press against my behind, as she placed her hand on my shoulder and adjusted her. "Ready, aunty?" I asked as I put the bike into gear. "Haan beta, lekin dheere chalana ... mujhe bike par baithne ki aadat nahi hai..." she said with a laugh. Given her size, there was no way she could sit away from me on the bike; and as I rode towards her house, I felt her hand tighten on my shoulder, and her massive melons press against my bike. "Aap chinta mat kariye aunty ... main dheere hi chalaoonga ... aap bas mujhe pakad kar baithiye..." I reasurred her as I rode out of the lane slowly. I was enjoying the feel of her massive heavy breasts pressed against my back.
Once we moved out of eyesight, I said "Aunty ji, please don't scold me now, but we are now going to the optician, and get you a new pair of spectacles" "Arre, why beta ... why..." she started to protest. "No aunty ... please ... I felt very bad when you said that I never think of you..." I said with mock hurt. "Oh dear ... I was just teasing you beta ... please don't think like that..." she pleaded. "Whatever aunty, but I will feel that you have not forgiven me if you don't let me do this..." I replied. "Oh Jignesh, you are so..." her voice trailed off. She squeezed my shoulder, and pressed herself to me, and resting her chin on my shoulder said "OK, my dear ... as you wish" I turned sideways and smiled at her, to be rewarded not only with a smile from her, but also the heavenly feeling of her massive breasts press further against my back. My cock was stiff as a ramrod by now.
I took her to one of the up-market opticians nearby. As we walked inside, I noticed the way she wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree, and looked at the expensive frames on display in the showroom with trepidation. This shop belonged to the father of one of my friends, and I was a known face there. As we looked at the frames on display, I saw a look of discomfort cross Mayuri ben's face as she saw the prices of the branded spectacle frames on display. "Bhai, don't you have anything cheaper?" she enquired with the salesman in a small voice. Moving up close to her, I took her pudgy hand in mine and squeezed it.
"Aunty, please don't look at the price tag ... you please just select whatever you like..." I told her in my most pleasing tone. "But beta ... this is very expensive ... I can get ten specs made at the price of one..." she whispered back to me. "Aunty ji ... please ... for my happiness..." I told her with my most convincing smile. "Oh Jignesh beta ... you are so..." she again left that hanging. "They are all so beautiful ... I can't make up my mind ... why don't you select one for aunty..." she asked me looking into my eyes with the look of a child in a candy store. "Oh sure, aunty..." I said, happy to be given the responsibility. I selected a beautiful and expensive gold-plated spectacle frame for her that gave her mature weather-beaten face a really sophisticated look.
As she looked at herself in the mirror on the counter, I could see that she was really pleased with my selection. The sales-man too fed her the lines, saying "This is perfect for you madam ... it suits your personality very much." As she took it off, she asked the salesman "How much for this one, bhai..." With a glib smile, he replied "Only Rupees three thousand nine hundred & ninety madam..." Mayuri ben's jaw dropped when she heard that, and she turned to me with a look of fear. I just smiled reassuringly at her, and turning to the sales guy, said "So by when can you get the glasses ready?"
"Oh sir, for you we will get it done by tomorrow morning" he replied with that same glib smile. "Now do one thing, I want you to recommend one more frame for madam, which she can use as stand-by ... something that is a little durable" I told him. "Of course sir" he replied, pleased to have some more sales without trying too hard. "But beta..." Mayuri ben started to protest again. I took her hand in mine again, and said "Aunty, please ... aap kuch mat boliye..." She clammed up, and just looked at me with a look of gratitude and pleasure.
Still holding her by her hand, I then led her to the counter where sun glasses were kept on display. Gathering my courage, I moved closer to her so that my arms were nearly touching against her mountainous breasts under her saree, and said "Aunty, now that I have made up for breaking your glasses, I want to buy you a pair of sun glasses also. You know it's so sunny and hot outside, and when you travel by bus to the college, you can wear it..." Her hand went up to her mouth when she heard that. "Beta, tum..." she began to say. "Shhh..." I shushed her, and placed my finger on her lips, feeling the thick lips.
I let my finger linger on her lips for a few seconds longer than necessary, before I slid it down to her shoulders, and then her flabby arms bulging through the tight sleeves of her blouse. She smiled slowly, and placing her hand on mine, squeezed it gently. I selected a reasonably expensive one that suited her age, and from the look of pleasure on her face as she tried it on, I could see that she loved it too. As I paid the bill, and waited for them to pack her glares, she asked "Beta, what's the time now?' "What happened, aunty ... are you getting late for something?" I enquired. "No beta, just like that ... my watch has stopped working, so I was just wondering..." she replied.
That gave me one more opportunity to get her indebted to me. As we stepped out of the optician's I led her to a watch showroom that was just adjacent. "You know, aunty ... when you mentioned about the watch, I just remembered that I had to buy a watch for Sarla bhabhi ... her anniversary is coming up ... will you please help me select one..." I asked her innocently. "Oh sure beta..." she replied, and I thought I noticed a look of jealousy cross her face. We went into the showroom, and I could see that she was eyeing with envy the beautiful watches on display. We finally selected a beautifully 18-carat gold-plated ladies watch with a circular white dial. It was expensive, and I could see how longingly she looked at it as she held it in her fingers and admired it. To check the strap, I requested her to try it on. She handled it gingerly as she slid it around her pudgy wrist. We got it gift wrapped, and left the store.
As we rode back home, I felt her sit even closer to me, which give me a generous feel of her massive melons on my back. It was like the whole of her torso was made up of just her huge breasts. When we reached her place, she got off the bike and asked "Beta, why don't you come in for some time ... let me make you some nimbu sharbat ... I am sure you are thirsty now..." she said with a warm smile. "Oh yes aunty ... that would be great..." I replied quickly. As she was unlocking the main door, I enquired about her daughters. Mayuri ben had two daughters. The elder one, Seema, was about 23, and worked in a beauty parlour, which was run by a Punjabi housewife by the name of Radhika Sharma, who also lived in our colony. She had stopped studying after finishing her college and worked at the parlour to support her family, which otherwise had only Mayuir ben's meager government college income to go by.
Seema was a plump, buxom, wheat complexioned girl, in the same mould as her mother when it came to her body. The younger one, Amisha, at 17 was an year older than Jigna, and was in Class XI. She was a cute little thing, much prettier than her elder sister. She had the same round face as her sister, and was quite well endowed for her age. At that time, when I had come to Mayuri ben's house, she had not yet returned from her college. Their house was modestly furnished, though maintained neatly with whatever little they had. I settled down into one of the cane chairs in the living room as Mayuri ben went into the kitchen. As she returned with a glass of freshly squeezed lime juice for me, I stood up and took the glass from her hand. Putting the glass down on the glass-top, I picked up the gift wrapped watch.
Taking her hand in my hand, I said "Aunty, I am so grateful that you allowed me to replace you spectacles. This is a small thank you gift from me." As I placed the gift wrapped watch case in her hand, her hand flew to her mouth, and a small cry of pleasure escaped her mouth. "Oh my dear Jignesh beta ... why did you have to do that ... You fooled aunty ... oh dear ... oh dear..." she continued to gush. She quickly placed her palms on my cheeks, and caressing them, said "Beta ... what can I say ... thank you so much ... nobody has been so kind to me in my entire life..." she exclaimed.
As we settled down on the cane three-seater, she said "You know beta, I was a little cross with you when you told me you were buying this for Sarla ... she is ... she is ... ummm ... a very cunning woman..." she blurted out. "Woh bas tumko pata rahi hai ... woh jaanti hai ki tum dil ke kitne acchhe ho... "she continued to tell me in conspiratory tone. "You know before you came, she was telling me how fascinated you are by her beauty ... and that you keep looking at her all the time and admiring her ... and how you keep buying her gifts to impress her and..." her voice trailed off. I just nodded my head, and smiled benignly at her. "Of course, I know her real self ... it is the other way round ... I am sure she is trying to seduce you ... and she will keep teasing you ... and only exploit you because you are so handsome and so rich ... and ... ummmm ... and not give you anything..." she mumbled in a faltering voice.
Taking my hand in both her hands, she looked me in the eye and said "Beta ... please do not get me wrong ... I am just trying to..." she fumbled. "See beta, I know how young boys like you feel ... she is an attractive woman ... and you are a young man ... I know that..." she faltered again. "Oh beta, are you upset because of what I am saying..." she asked me in a pleading voice. "Oh no aunty ... please tell me ... who else will I trust other than you aunty..." I said in an earnest voice, squeezing her hand in return. "Beta, I know that you have your ... oh how do I say this..." she wailed, shaking her head. "I know that you have your needs..." she continued, averting her gaze from mine and looking at the floor, still holding on to my hand.
"But she is not trustworthy beta ... she is a big gossip monger ... and she will go and tell the whole world a completely different thing ... and spoil your reputation..." she continued, turning to look back at me. Pulling my hand into her lap, she said in earnest "Beta, you be careful with her ok ... if you need anything ... I mean ... anything you feel like ... anything you want ... don't go to her ok ... beta you just come to me ... ok?" "Yes aunty..." I mumbled innocently, looking down at the floor. "Beta, look at me..." she said in a soft whisper, placing her hand on my cheek, and turning my face up towards her. "Anything you need ... come to your Mayuri maasi ... OK beta?" she said in a firm but soft voice.
My cock was throbbing by now, comprehending the meaning of her words. "I know that I am old and I am not as beautiful as Sarla is..." She continued in a small voice. "But aunty will give you anything you want beta ... and ... and aunty will make you very happy beta..." She said in a hoarse whisper, rubbing my thigh with her thick yet soft pudgy hands. "Beta, tum samajh rahe ho na, main kya keh rahi hoon..." she asked me in a tender voice. "Umm ... yes ... yes aunty..." I mumbled shyly, looking into her eyes. She smiled tenderly, and slid her hand upward along my thigh, till her palm reached the pocket of my jeans, a position which made the tip of her fingers rest on the bulge inside my pants. My cock, which was throbbing painfully inside my boxers now, spasmed at the touch.
As I gazed at her, I couldn't help notice that the portion of her pallu dbangd across her massive chest, hand got bunched together and come loose at the shoulder, causing right breast tightly encased inside the white blouse, to come into view. In the position she was sitting, leaning forward slightly, her left hand resting in her lap, and her right hand stretched with the palm resting near my crotch, I could get an unrestricted view of the deep cleavage in the conservatively cut blouse, caused by her huge breasts pressed together. I could also see the strap of her old fashioned white bra peeping out from the blouse at her shoulder. That one single breast was round, and the size of a junior volleyball, and her blouse was stretched taut across her chest, struggling to bear the weight of her sagging tit-flesh. Towards the lower portion of the curve of her huge breasts, I could also se the turgid nipple erect and poking through the fabric of her blouse and the bra underneath. With this view, I was sure that her bra size was nothing less than a 42-D.
Seeing me gazing at her chest, she smiled slowly, and pressing my rigid boner through my pants gently with her finger tips, she asked me again in a soft whisper "You understand no beta..." I exhaled the breath I had been holding for some time now with a pronounced sigh, and placing my palm on hers and pressing her fingers down on my boner, said "Yes, aunty ... I..." Letting my voice trail off. Continuing to caress my shaft though my jeans with her flesh and pudgy fingers, she smiled tenderly and whispered "I think you like my ... my breasts ... isn't it, beta?" she asked hesitatingly. "I have noticed you look at them ... Isn't it?" she asked me in a hoarse whisper, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I just looked away from her shyly.
"Don't be shy, beta ... aunty can understand what you need..." she said tenderly, lifting her left hand towards my chin and holding my chin and pulling my face to look at her. I couldn't believe what was happening, and how quickly things were moving. Here was the busty mature 48-year old Mayuri ben, whose breasts were the biggest I had seen on a woman in my life, sitting next to me in her own house, caressing my cock through my jeans, and telling me that she was happy to give me what I wanted!
Closing my eyes, I leaned back on the sofa, and letting my head fall back on the head-rest, let out a deep sigh. I felt her shift slightly on the sofa, and lean forward towards me, causing her massive thighs to press against mine, and those huge melons to press against my chest. Cupping my face with her left hand, she placed her thick but somewhat chapped lips on mine, and slid her tongue into mine; while her other hand which was resting on my crotch, closed around the rigidness of my shaft and squeezed it gently. With a moan, I grabbed her by her head and pressed her mouth to mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as well, and kissing her back. I could taste the sweetness of the fresh lime juice in her mouth, as our tongues intertwined and we kissed passionately.
That coupled with the musky odour of sweat from her body, caused me to buck my hips and press my boner into her palm. Since she was sitting on my left side, I was holding her head with my left hand, and my right hand slid up under the pallu of her saree to cup her massive breasts. As my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy tit-flesh through her blouse, I realized that even after grabbing a handful of her tits, there were a lot left behind, spilling through my grasp. She responded my moaning, and tonguing me passionately, her back straightening to press more of her huge tits into my palm.
As my hand holding her head moved to her face and caressed her cheeks, sliding down to her neck, I felt the palm of my and get wet with her sweat. I involuntarily pulled my hand away and wiped it on the leg of my jeans. Noticing that, she pulled her mouth away from mine, and sitting back said to me softly "Sorry beta ... aunty ko bahut paseena aa raha hai na... " She then proceeded to stand up, and taking my hand in hers pulled me up as well. "Come to the bedroom beta ... and get comfortable. Aunty will also quickly freshen up and come back..." she said with urgency. She led me to the bedroom and pausing at the door, said "You lie down beta ... I will be with you in a minute..." As she disappeared into the bathroom, I quickly stripped off my shirt and lay back on the bed in my vests and jeans. In a few minutes she reappeared, and my cock lurched at the sight of her.
She had taken off her white saree completely, and was clad only in her white petticoat and white blouse now, and was wiping washed face with small towel. A bit of the water she had splashed on her face and neck had slid down to her white blouse as well, making it translucent, and making me realize that she head taken off her bra as well! Her massive breasts sagged under their own weight, creating small openings between the hooks of her blouse, through which I could see the curves of her tits. She had a huge flabby belly, across which her petticoat was tied taut, below her belly button, causing the flesh of her belly to bulge out above the waistline. And at the place where she had tied the knot, there was a v-slot open, through which I could see a portion of her fleshy belly below the belly button. As she walked towards the bed, her massive hips and that huge ass swayed under her petticoat, and I could make out that there was no panty underneath as well.
She came and sat down on the bed near my waist, and her right hand automatically rested on the bulge of my crotch. Leaning forward, she whispered "Ab aunty tumhari jo seva chahiye wok karengi..." As my hands reached out to grasp the massive breasts struggling to stay within the confines of her blouse, she said to me tenderly "You want to see aunty's breasts, beta?" "Ohh yes, aunty..." I cried out hoarsely, mauling the flesh of tits through the thin white cotton blouse. She just smiled benignly, and sitting back, began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As the last hook of her blouse came undone, and she opened the flaps of her blouse, those humungous breasts tumbled free, and rested down on her bulging belly with a flop. "Oh man..." I thought to myself, as I gazed at that massive mass of tit flesh.
To say that each of her breasts was the size of a junior volleyball was an understatement. They might have been much firmer in her younger days, but now had mild sag to them owning to their incredible heaviness. Those stretched hemi-spherical mammaries of her were capped by an incredibly thick black pair of nipples, which were surrounded by huge black areolas. As I continued to gaze at her magnificent breasts, she leaned forward slightly causing the heavy tit flesh to shudder slightly and swing forward towards my face on their own weight. "Do you like them beta?" she asked in a soft whisper. I just nodded my head dumbly, continuing to gaze at those mammary wonders.
With a smile, she said "You can hold them beta ... they are for you only..." "Ohh aunty..." I cried, and moved my hands upwards to cup the underside of her breasts in the palms of my hands. As I hefted them up gently, I felt the heaviness of them. They were nothing like what I had seen or felt before. While they were not as firm as Kalpana aunty's boobs, they were definitely much heavier and bigger. As my palms closed around the heavy flesh, she let out a soft sigh, and her fingers slid under my waist, caressing my taut stomach. Smiling at me, she slid her other hand up towards her left breast, and squeezed it, gently pinching her thick black turgid nipples between her fingers. She leant forward ever more, and resting her elbows on the pillow under my head, slid her hand under my head. Lifting my face towards her dangling breasts with her left hand, she cupped her right breast with her right hand, and brought it towards my mouth.
"Aaja mere bete..." she uttered urgently, feeding me her humungous milk bags. Needing no further encouragement, I let out a hoarse cry, and clamped my mouth around the thick proffered nipple. As I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her soft tit-flesh into my mouth, lips clamped around her turgid nipples and began to suck on them like starved baby. As I began to slurp noisily around her heavy breasts, she let out a soft cry of pleasure, moaning "Oh mara dikraaa..." and buried my face in those pillowy mounds of her mammaries. As she smothered my face with her heavy hanging breasts, I continued to lash her nipples with my tongue, sucking on them with savage intensity, and squeezing both of them roughly at the same time. "Ohhh ... bite them my darling..." she cried out as I continued to ravage her breasts. My mouth tightened around her tit-flesh, my teeth clamping down on her turgid black nipples, as I began to nibble on her nipples gently with my teeth, causing her to let out a deep-throated moan of pleasure. By now her hands were hastily unbuttoning my jeans, and trying to pull down the fly.
I helped her along my pulling down the fly myself, even as she slid her hand inside my jeans and her fingers closed around the thick shaft of my penis through my cotton briefs. I was oozing so much pre-cum by now that a wet spot had formed on my briefs at the tip of my cock. As she squeezed my rigid cock through my briefs, I let out a moan of pleasure, and grabbed her arm, squeezing the flabby flesh roughly. She gently pulled herself away from my face, and sat back looking at me with a tender smile. As she looked into my eyes, I continued to maul her massively heavy breasts with my hand. She slid down slightly towards my feet on the bed, and hooking her fingers under the elastic of my briefs, slid them down to my knees.
As my hard cock sprang out of the confines of my briefs, she let out of cry "Ohh Jignesh beta ... tumhara lauda to bahut mota hai..." I couldn't believe my ears, hearing these coarse words come out from my neighbourhood college headmistress aunty. "Zara aunty ise acche se zara dekhe to sahi..." she said with throaty laugh, as she reached behind her to the cabinet near the bed, and quickly extracted an old pair of black rimmed spectacles. Putting on those old pair of glasses, she quicky took my penis in her flesh hands and began to stroke it gently. "Beta, tumhe jab bhi zaroorat ho ... tum aunty ke paas aana ... aunty tumhari seva karegi ... or iska khyaal rakegi ... theek hai, beta..." she said to me earnestly, her eyes moving away from my hard cock to my eyes. "Tumhe iske liye us saali Sarla ke paas jane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... theek hai beta..." she continued, as she smiled softly and continued to stroke my big shaft. It was the most incredible thing I had heard. Here was this buxom 48-year old Mayuri ben, who taught primary grade colleges in a college, sitting next to me in just her petticoat, baring her humungous breasts to me, stroking my cock, and telling me that I could have her anytime I wanted!
Lifting my leg, she slid between my thighs, and sat between them so that my legs were stretched out on either side of her, my rigid shaft sticking out like a pole. She cupped my swollen balls with her left hand and played with them gently, as she teased the swollen mushroom shaped tip of my penis with the tip of her pudgy fingers, and smeared the pre-cum all around. The way she was manipulating my cock and balls with her hands made me think that for a widow she sure was not out of practice. "Acchha lag raha hai, beta..." she asked me gently. "Ohh yess, aunty..." I cried back in a hoarse whisper. "Phir toh beta, tumhe aur bhi acchha lagega, jab aunty ise mooh mein legi ... hain na... ?" she asked me with a teasing smile on her lips, continuing to stroke my cock while looking me in the eye. "Unhhh..." I muttered.
With a smile, she leaned forward, and cupping her left breast with one hand, began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cockhead against her turgid nipples. She proceeded to rub my cock all over hear breast and nipples, smearing my juices all over them. I cried out in pleasure, and jerked my hips up, pressing my cock against the heaviness of her plaints boobs. "Aunty, please..." I began to say, when she cut me off by opening her mouth and taking my cock inside.
As her wet mouth closed around my shaft, I let out another groan of pleasure and thrust my hips upwards, pushing my cock deep into her throat. To her credit, she did not gag, but just made a gurgling noise in her throat, and took it in. Wrapping her thick fingers around the base of my cock, she began to bob her head up and down in a practiced motion, taking my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each movement. Her tongue lashed around the length of my cock, as she began to suck on my hard throbbing cock with gusto. I couldn't resist any more, and grabbing her head by the hair, began to push her face harder on to my cock.
She co-operated by opening her mouth even wider and allowing my cock to reach her tonsils with each thrust, her saliva drooling down from her mouth along the length of my cock. As I began to feel the tension building in my balls, I let go off her hair, and began to caress her arms. She too let go off my cock and taking both my hands in hers, began to suck on my cock with just her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. The sight of this mammoth breasted 48-year old college teacher wearing thick glasses, sucking on my cock, was enough to make me shoot my load right there and then.
Realizing that I would come very soon, if she didn't stop, I cried out "Aunty ... I need your breasts..." Hearing that, she pulled her mouth of my cock, and sat up with a smile. As she wiped the saliva off her mouth with the back of her hands, she asked me to slide down the bed, and sit with my legs dangling below. As I got up, she quickly moved to the foot of the bed, and kneeled down between my thighs. As I sat up on the bed, she reached out once again to the cabinet next to the bed, and pulled out a small plastic bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil. Without a word, she poured a bit of it on my cock, and proceeded to lubricate my cock completely with it, mixed with her saliva and my pre-cum.
She also poured a liberal amount of it over her massive dangling breasts, and the valley in between them. Rubbing her breasts and the cleavage thoroughly with the oil, she came forward once again, and took my cock in her hand. She stroked me rapidly a few times, and then leaning forward, cupped both her humungous mammaries together with her hands, and took my cock in between them. Looking up towards me with a smile, her glasses perched on her nose; she began to squeeze my penis in between the softness of her breasts, and began to slide them up and down with her hands.
Her breasts were so huge that my cock completely disappeared between them at each upward movement, re-appearing through the valley each time she slid her breasts down. The sensation of her my cock fucking her tits was heightened by the ease with each moved, due the baby oil that she had so thoughtfully poured. Her big floppy tits made a smacking noise against my thighs, each time she pumped my cock with them. I grabbed hold of those mammoth mammaries, and pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a cry of pleasure from us. I could feel the semen boil through my balls, and I cried out "Ohhh aunty ... I am going to cummmm..."
She freed my cock from the confines of her breasts and quickly took hold of it in her right hand. Without a word, she took it in her mouth again and began to suck on it earnest, making slurping noises and moaning at the same time. I cried out aloud as the first burst of my semen sprouted out of my cock, and splashed right into her sucking mouth. I jerked with pleasure and thrashed wildly causing my cock to slip out of her mouth. Still holding on to it, she continued to stroke me with her hand, as the subsequent spurts of my semen blasted out and splashed on to her face, and dribbled down to her breasts. The sight of my cum dribbling from the sides of her mouth, and all over her breasts, caused me to let out my last load with a jerk, catching her squarely on her spectacles. With a groan, I collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard.
I vaguely remembered her getting up and going to the bathroom; and then wiping my genitals clean with a washcloth before I drifted off to sleep. Somewhere through my foggy senses, I felt her come and lie down next to me and turning to face her, and cradling my head in her arms, and pressing my face against the incredible mass of her warm breasts. I don't know for how long I dozed, but when I woke up, I realized that she was lying right next to me, fast asleep and snoring. She was asleep on her back, only in her petticoat. Her huge flabby breasts were hanging like a sac of dough on either side of her chest, and her legs were parted; one bent at the knee and the other stretched out straight, causing her petticoat to slide up above her knees exposing her thick calves, the pudgy knees, and the beginning of her massive thighs.
As I sat up and gazed at her sleeping so soundly, her mouth slightly open, and snoring ever so gently, I felt my cock stiffen again. Cupping her massive mammary glands, I began to stroke my cock gently. She didn't even stir. Lying back on the bed, I placed my hand on her thigh, and slowly pulled up her petticoat towards her waist, exposing her mammoth thighs. The skin of her thighs was much fairer than the rest of her body, and as I lay there stroking myself with one hand and her thighs with my other hand, I felt her stir. Without stopping I slid my hand on her thigh upwards, till my fingers touched the crinkly roughness of her pubic hair. My cock was almost fully erect by now.
I got up and placed myself between her legs on my knees. She sighed in her sleep and pulled her leg up, bending it at the knee. The incredibly dense forest of black hair at her vagina between those mountainous thighs came into my view. Holding my erect cock in my hand, I rubbed the mushroom-shaped tip of my cock on the insides of her thigh. She twisted in her slumber, and mumbled something incoherent. The sight of her lying like that, her petticoat bunched up near her belly, and those fat thighs spread, my cock jerked in my hand and a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my cock-head. Sitting down on my knees, I pushed both her legs back and bent them at the knees. Holding both her knees, I pushed them apart, spreading her massive thighs further open.
I could now see the dark wet lips of her pussy under the dense foliage of pubic hair. Reaching out, I rubbed my middle finger on her pussy lips. Again she groaned in her sleep and moved slightly. Her pussy was sticky and wet, and I could smell the musky odour emanating from it. Parting her pussy hair with one hand, I slid two of my fingers inside her slowly. Her pussy felt like hot fudge, and even with two of my fingers inside her, there was plenty of room for more. Pushing my fingers all the way up to my knuckles inside her pussy, I twiddled my finger tips inside her slushy vagina, stimulating the thick folds of flesh inside. She let out a slow groan, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Beta..." she said, as she cleared her throat "Beta ... yeh tum kya kar rahe ho... ?" she asked in that husky voice of people who have just woken up from a deep slumber. Continue to rotate my digits inside her wet vagina, I smiled and said "Aapne meri itni seva ki aunty ji ... ab meri baari hai..." She squirmed and moved her hips against my fingers, and moaned "Oh Jignesh beta..." As she reached towards my hand and pressed her palm on mine, where my fingers were manipulating her cunt, I slid in a third finger and began to move them in and out of her vagina. As I began to stroke her cunt faster with my fingers, she wriggled her hips, and grabbing one of her mountainous breasts with the other hand, began to squeeze them hard. I leaned forward and took hold of her other mound of mammary flesh, and began to knead them roughly like dough; rolling her turgid nipples between my fingers, and pinching them.
At the same time, I began to pump my fingers in and out of her vagina faster, ramming it in up to my knuckles each time, and strumming her swollen clit with my thumb at the same time. "Hai maa..." She cried, as her pussy began to ooze their sticky juices, and her thighs clamped shut & open intermittently. Her hips jerked and bucked involuntarily as I began to finger fuck her hard. Without stopping, I grabbed hold of one of her massive thighs, and hefted them on to my shoulder, opening her cunt even wider. As I continued to ram my fingers into her relentlessly, and stimulate her clit at the same time, she started gasping "Unhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..." with each thrust of mine. "Beta... "she cried out "Take me ... take me now..." Without waiting for a second invitation, I quickly got myself into position on my knees between her humungous thighs, and rubbed the tip of my throbbing cock on her sloppy wet hairy vagina.
Still supporting one of her heavy legs on my shoulder, I buried my cock deep into her boiling cunt. "Aahhhh..." I groaned as I felt my thick cock plunge into the depths of her squishy cunt. It felt like I was dipping my cock into a tub of hot butter. As I thrust my hips forward, spearing my cock into the depths of molten cunt, she let out a deep long moan of pleasure. "Oh yes my darling beta..." she groaned, as I began to thrust my hips into her. With each thrust, my hips made a smacking sound against her broad pelvis. Grabbing her leg which was upraised and held on my shoulder, I began to fuck her hard, pistoning my cock in and out of her cunt. Even after I buried my cock into her depths up to the hilt, I could feel that there was room for much more. She began to contract her cunt muscles, trying to milk my cock. She grabbed hold of my hair, and looking into my eyes, with her lips parted, began to grunt "Yes ... yes ... yes beta ... do it ... do it ... do it harder ... fuck your Mayuri maasi..."
Each time I rammed my cock into her, her mountainous tits jiggled and wobbled like a lump of jelly. Breathing hard and moaning she grabbed hold of both her jiggling tit mass, and squeezed them together, pinching her nipples. "Chooso beta ... chooso aunty ke mammo ko..." she grunted in between her breaths. Leaning forward, I propped myself with the palm of my left hand on the bed, and grabbed her right breast with the other hand. Cupping it roughly, I bent forward and took her succulent mammary flesh into my mouth, sucking on them hard. Continuing to fuck her relentlessly, I began to bite and suck on those thick black nipples of hers. She was beginning to lose control of herself now, and began to thrash around on the bed, throwing her head from side to side.
Grabbing hold of my face between the palms of her hands, she asked me with a whimper "Are you liking it beta... ?" In reply, I just rammed my cock into her harder, and smiled at her. My sperm was beginning to boil inside my balls now, and I gasped "Aunty ... I am going to come now..." She bit her lips and a sigh escaped them "Ohh yessss ... beta ... come for aunty ... come ... come..." she breathed even as she slid her right hand in between us and began to rub her clit as my thick cock pistoned in and out of her vulva. A woman of her size probably needed a much bigger cock than mine to get her to come, so she was stimulating her clit in an attempt to reach her orgasm along with mine.
With renewed gusto, I began to ram my hard cock into her, smacking her hips hard with mine with each thrust. My seed began to shoot out of my cock and spurt into the depths of her molten cunt, even as she began to buck her hips with her impending orgasm hitting her finally. Even as my cock continued to spasm and spew forth my semen into her depths, she continued to strum her clit with her thick fingers, and buck her hips, her body thrashing around, and her head thrown back in the throes of her orgasm. As my cock jerked for final time inside her cunt, I collapsed on top of her with a groan, my head resting on the pillowy softness of her gargantuan breasts. As I gasped to collect my breath, I could hear her taking in deep whooping breaths,
Wrapping her arms around my back, she began to caress my back, and whispered in my ear "Oh my dikra ... that was just so good ... it was ... it was after such a long time for me ... did you enjoy it beta?" "Oh yes aunty ... yes ... it was just awesome ... this was a dream come true for me..." "Chal hat jhoothe..." she chided me "aunty ko maskha mat lagaa..." "No aunty ... I mean it..." I exclaimed, rubbing her tits with my palms. Continuing to rub my back, she told me in an earnest voice "Beta, any time you need me ... I am here OK ... don't feel shy..." I just smiled inwardly as I replied "Yes aunty ji ... now I will come to you all the time..."
I clambered off her body and headed for the bathroom. After I washed and put on my clothes, I came back to the living room. It was nearing five in the evening, and it was time for me to hit the gym. She too put on her saree, and went into the kitchen to make some tea for me. Later, just as we were sipping our tea in her living room, Mayuri ben's younger daughter, Amisha, entered the house. She had just returned from her tuition classes after college.
At 17, she was a year older than Jigna, but was still in Class XI, as she had flunked in the same class last year. She was a somewhat short girl, just about about 5' 3", that made her look plumper than she actually was. She was dressed in her college uniform of a beige skirt, white shirt, and a dark brown tie. Though in the same college as Jigna and Sejal, she wore her uniform with a lot of style. Her pleated skirt was a trifle short, coming a few inches above her knees; and she wore it low down on her waist, well below where her belly button would have been.
She had left the tie fashionably loosened around her neck, with the button of the shirt at the neck open. And her shirt too was not the tad oversized ones that most other girls wore, but fit her torso rather smugly, proudly displaying the well rounded twin mounds of her firm 32-B breasts. And unlike most of the other college girls I had seen, she did not wear a petticoat (or slip) under her uniform, and I could clearly see the straps of her bra under the white shirt. She had a cheap yet fashionable bag slung over her left shoulder.
She was a rather cute, much fairer than her mother and sister, with a round plump face that was made prettier by her prominent cheekbones, and a delicate tapering chin. Unlike her sister and mother, she had thin delicate lips lining her trifle wide mouth. Upon seeing me, she broke into a cute smile. "Oh hi Jignesh bhaiya ... how are you ... what a surprise to see you!!!" she exclaimed, dumping her back on the sofa. As she plonked herself down on the sofa, Mayuri ben snapped at her "How many times have I told you not to dump your bag here ... and why did you get late today?"
With a sigh she got up, pouted and replied 'Oh mummy ... I am keeping it no ... and I got late today because our tuition sir came late ... and that is why I am telling you buy me a new cycle ... then I can reach faster ... you know how much time it takes to walk ... and that too with my heavy college bag..." she grumbled. As she made a face and walked into the other bedroom, Mayuri ben called after her "I don't understand why you don't use your sister's cycle..." "Mummy please ... how many times have I told you that I cannot use didi's cycle ... it is too old fashioned ... old women ride those kind of cycles ... all my friends will make fun of me if I take that to college..." she shouted back from the other room. With a sigh of exasperation, Mayuri ben clutched her forehead and turning to me said "Hey bhagwan ... ye ladki bhi na ... fashion, fashion, fashion ... aur kuch nahi sochti yeh..." I just smiled at her and told her that today's generation of kids are like that.
After I got back home from Mayuri ben's place, I did my exercises and then had a quick shower. I changed into my evening casuals of a pair of track points and a sleeveless round-neck vest; and settled down in front of the TV, waiting for Kalpana aunty to come with my dinner tiffin box. Tired from the day's exertions, I had just begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell wrong. Kalpana aunty stood at the door, clutching a tiffin carrier, with a broad smile on her face. She looked freshly bathed, and smelled of some lavender scented body talc. Her hair, which she usually tied in a bun, was today neatly combed into one single long braid reaching her broad hips.
She was dressed in a red chiffon saree with white floral prints, and a matching red blouse. Her pleasant face was adorned by dangling ear-rings, and a dozen or so red glass bangles graced her thick fore arms. Smiling back at her, I took her by the arm and led her into the room. "Kya baat hai aunty ... aaj to aap bahut khoobsoorat lag rahi hain ... kahin bahar jakar aa rahe ho aap?" I asked her teasingly. She blushed profusely when she heard that and replied shyly "Nahi, nahi beta ... maine socha ki aapko milne aa rahin hoon, to thoda sa taiyaar ho jaati hoon..." twiddling with the pallu of her saree. "Oh aunty ... so sweet of you..." I said, pulling her close to me and wrapping my arms around her heavy thick body in a warm embrace. Feeling her hard heavy breasts press against my chest, my fatigued cock stirred within my boxers. "I missed you aunty..." I said to her tenderly, even as I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her passionately on her lips
To Be Continued..
As she settled on the bike, I felt my bike's rear shock absorbers compress with the weight. I felt her thighs press against my behind, as she placed her hand on my shoulder and adjusted her. "Ready, aunty?" I asked as I put the bike into gear. "Haan beta, lekin dheere chalana ... mujhe bike par baithne ki aadat nahi hai..." she said with a laugh. Given her size, there was no way she could sit away from me on the bike; and as I rode towards her house, I felt her hand tighten on my shoulder, and her massive melons press against my bike. "Aap chinta mat kariye aunty ... main dheere hi chalaoonga ... aap bas mujhe pakad kar baithiye..." I reasurred her as I rode out of the lane slowly. I was enjoying the feel of her massive heavy breasts pressed against my back.
Once we moved out of eyesight, I said "Aunty ji, please don't scold me now, but we are now going to the optician, and get you a new pair of spectacles" "Arre, why beta ... why..." she started to protest. "No aunty ... please ... I felt very bad when you said that I never think of you..." I said with mock hurt. "Oh dear ... I was just teasing you beta ... please don't think like that..." she pleaded. "Whatever aunty, but I will feel that you have not forgiven me if you don't let me do this..." I replied. "Oh Jignesh, you are so..." her voice trailed off. She squeezed my shoulder, and pressed herself to me, and resting her chin on my shoulder said "OK, my dear ... as you wish" I turned sideways and smiled at her, to be rewarded not only with a smile from her, but also the heavenly feeling of her massive breasts press further against my back. My cock was stiff as a ramrod by now.
I took her to one of the up-market opticians nearby. As we walked inside, I noticed the way she wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree, and looked at the expensive frames on display in the showroom with trepidation. This shop belonged to the father of one of my friends, and I was a known face there. As we looked at the frames on display, I saw a look of discomfort cross Mayuri ben's face as she saw the prices of the branded spectacle frames on display. "Bhai, don't you have anything cheaper?" she enquired with the salesman in a small voice. Moving up close to her, I took her pudgy hand in mine and squeezed it.
"Aunty, please don't look at the price tag ... you please just select whatever you like..." I told her in my most pleasing tone. "But beta ... this is very expensive ... I can get ten specs made at the price of one..." she whispered back to me. "Aunty ji ... please ... for my happiness..." I told her with my most convincing smile. "Oh Jignesh beta ... you are so..." she again left that hanging. "They are all so beautiful ... I can't make up my mind ... why don't you select one for aunty..." she asked me looking into my eyes with the look of a child in a candy store. "Oh sure, aunty..." I said, happy to be given the responsibility. I selected a beautiful and expensive gold-plated spectacle frame for her that gave her mature weather-beaten face a really sophisticated look.
As she looked at herself in the mirror on the counter, I could see that she was really pleased with my selection. The sales-man too fed her the lines, saying "This is perfect for you madam ... it suits your personality very much." As she took it off, she asked the salesman "How much for this one, bhai..." With a glib smile, he replied "Only Rupees three thousand nine hundred & ninety madam..." Mayuri ben's jaw dropped when she heard that, and she turned to me with a look of fear. I just smiled reassuringly at her, and turning to the sales guy, said "So by when can you get the glasses ready?"
"Oh sir, for you we will get it done by tomorrow morning" he replied with that same glib smile. "Now do one thing, I want you to recommend one more frame for madam, which she can use as stand-by ... something that is a little durable" I told him. "Of course sir" he replied, pleased to have some more sales without trying too hard. "But beta..." Mayuri ben started to protest again. I took her hand in mine again, and said "Aunty, please ... aap kuch mat boliye..." She clammed up, and just looked at me with a look of gratitude and pleasure.
Still holding her by her hand, I then led her to the counter where sun glasses were kept on display. Gathering my courage, I moved closer to her so that my arms were nearly touching against her mountainous breasts under her saree, and said "Aunty, now that I have made up for breaking your glasses, I want to buy you a pair of sun glasses also. You know it's so sunny and hot outside, and when you travel by bus to the college, you can wear it..." Her hand went up to her mouth when she heard that. "Beta, tum..." she began to say. "Shhh..." I shushed her, and placed my finger on her lips, feeling the thick lips.
I let my finger linger on her lips for a few seconds longer than necessary, before I slid it down to her shoulders, and then her flabby arms bulging through the tight sleeves of her blouse. She smiled slowly, and placing her hand on mine, squeezed it gently. I selected a reasonably expensive one that suited her age, and from the look of pleasure on her face as she tried it on, I could see that she loved it too. As I paid the bill, and waited for them to pack her glares, she asked "Beta, what's the time now?' "What happened, aunty ... are you getting late for something?" I enquired. "No beta, just like that ... my watch has stopped working, so I was just wondering..." she replied.
That gave me one more opportunity to get her indebted to me. As we stepped out of the optician's I led her to a watch showroom that was just adjacent. "You know, aunty ... when you mentioned about the watch, I just remembered that I had to buy a watch for Sarla bhabhi ... her anniversary is coming up ... will you please help me select one..." I asked her innocently. "Oh sure beta..." she replied, and I thought I noticed a look of jealousy cross her face. We went into the showroom, and I could see that she was eyeing with envy the beautiful watches on display. We finally selected a beautifully 18-carat gold-plated ladies watch with a circular white dial. It was expensive, and I could see how longingly she looked at it as she held it in her fingers and admired it. To check the strap, I requested her to try it on. She handled it gingerly as she slid it around her pudgy wrist. We got it gift wrapped, and left the store.
As we rode back home, I felt her sit even closer to me, which give me a generous feel of her massive melons on my back. It was like the whole of her torso was made up of just her huge breasts. When we reached her place, she got off the bike and asked "Beta, why don't you come in for some time ... let me make you some nimbu sharbat ... I am sure you are thirsty now..." she said with a warm smile. "Oh yes aunty ... that would be great..." I replied quickly. As she was unlocking the main door, I enquired about her daughters. Mayuri ben had two daughters. The elder one, Seema, was about 23, and worked in a beauty parlour, which was run by a Punjabi housewife by the name of Radhika Sharma, who also lived in our colony. She had stopped studying after finishing her college and worked at the parlour to support her family, which otherwise had only Mayuir ben's meager government college income to go by.
Seema was a plump, buxom, wheat complexioned girl, in the same mould as her mother when it came to her body. The younger one, Amisha, at 17 was an year older than Jigna, and was in Class XI. She was a cute little thing, much prettier than her elder sister. She had the same round face as her sister, and was quite well endowed for her age. At that time, when I had come to Mayuri ben's house, she had not yet returned from her college. Their house was modestly furnished, though maintained neatly with whatever little they had. I settled down into one of the cane chairs in the living room as Mayuri ben went into the kitchen. As she returned with a glass of freshly squeezed lime juice for me, I stood up and took the glass from her hand. Putting the glass down on the glass-top, I picked up the gift wrapped watch.
Taking her hand in my hand, I said "Aunty, I am so grateful that you allowed me to replace you spectacles. This is a small thank you gift from me." As I placed the gift wrapped watch case in her hand, her hand flew to her mouth, and a small cry of pleasure escaped her mouth. "Oh my dear Jignesh beta ... why did you have to do that ... You fooled aunty ... oh dear ... oh dear..." she continued to gush. She quickly placed her palms on my cheeks, and caressing them, said "Beta ... what can I say ... thank you so much ... nobody has been so kind to me in my entire life..." she exclaimed.
As we settled down on the cane three-seater, she said "You know beta, I was a little cross with you when you told me you were buying this for Sarla ... she is ... she is ... ummm ... a very cunning woman..." she blurted out. "Woh bas tumko pata rahi hai ... woh jaanti hai ki tum dil ke kitne acchhe ho... "she continued to tell me in conspiratory tone. "You know before you came, she was telling me how fascinated you are by her beauty ... and that you keep looking at her all the time and admiring her ... and how you keep buying her gifts to impress her and..." her voice trailed off. I just nodded my head, and smiled benignly at her. "Of course, I know her real self ... it is the other way round ... I am sure she is trying to seduce you ... and she will keep teasing you ... and only exploit you because you are so handsome and so rich ... and ... ummmm ... and not give you anything..." she mumbled in a faltering voice.
Taking my hand in both her hands, she looked me in the eye and said "Beta ... please do not get me wrong ... I am just trying to..." she fumbled. "See beta, I know how young boys like you feel ... she is an attractive woman ... and you are a young man ... I know that..." she faltered again. "Oh beta, are you upset because of what I am saying..." she asked me in a pleading voice. "Oh no aunty ... please tell me ... who else will I trust other than you aunty..." I said in an earnest voice, squeezing her hand in return. "Beta, I know that you have your ... oh how do I say this..." she wailed, shaking her head. "I know that you have your needs..." she continued, averting her gaze from mine and looking at the floor, still holding on to my hand.
"But she is not trustworthy beta ... she is a big gossip monger ... and she will go and tell the whole world a completely different thing ... and spoil your reputation..." she continued, turning to look back at me. Pulling my hand into her lap, she said in earnest "Beta, you be careful with her ok ... if you need anything ... I mean ... anything you feel like ... anything you want ... don't go to her ok ... beta you just come to me ... ok?" "Yes aunty..." I mumbled innocently, looking down at the floor. "Beta, look at me..." she said in a soft whisper, placing her hand on my cheek, and turning my face up towards her. "Anything you need ... come to your Mayuri maasi ... OK beta?" she said in a firm but soft voice.
My cock was throbbing by now, comprehending the meaning of her words. "I know that I am old and I am not as beautiful as Sarla is..." She continued in a small voice. "But aunty will give you anything you want beta ... and ... and aunty will make you very happy beta..." She said in a hoarse whisper, rubbing my thigh with her thick yet soft pudgy hands. "Beta, tum samajh rahe ho na, main kya keh rahi hoon..." she asked me in a tender voice. "Umm ... yes ... yes aunty..." I mumbled shyly, looking into her eyes. She smiled tenderly, and slid her hand upward along my thigh, till her palm reached the pocket of my jeans, a position which made the tip of her fingers rest on the bulge inside my pants. My cock, which was throbbing painfully inside my boxers now, spasmed at the touch.
As I gazed at her, I couldn't help notice that the portion of her pallu dbangd across her massive chest, hand got bunched together and come loose at the shoulder, causing right breast tightly encased inside the white blouse, to come into view. In the position she was sitting, leaning forward slightly, her left hand resting in her lap, and her right hand stretched with the palm resting near my crotch, I could get an unrestricted view of the deep cleavage in the conservatively cut blouse, caused by her huge breasts pressed together. I could also see the strap of her old fashioned white bra peeping out from the blouse at her shoulder. That one single breast was round, and the size of a junior volleyball, and her blouse was stretched taut across her chest, struggling to bear the weight of her sagging tit-flesh. Towards the lower portion of the curve of her huge breasts, I could also se the turgid nipple erect and poking through the fabric of her blouse and the bra underneath. With this view, I was sure that her bra size was nothing less than a 42-D.
Seeing me gazing at her chest, she smiled slowly, and pressing my rigid boner through my pants gently with her finger tips, she asked me again in a soft whisper "You understand no beta..." I exhaled the breath I had been holding for some time now with a pronounced sigh, and placing my palm on hers and pressing her fingers down on my boner, said "Yes, aunty ... I..." Letting my voice trail off. Continuing to caress my shaft though my jeans with her flesh and pudgy fingers, she smiled tenderly and whispered "I think you like my ... my breasts ... isn't it, beta?" she asked hesitatingly. "I have noticed you look at them ... Isn't it?" she asked me in a hoarse whisper, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I just looked away from her shyly.
"Don't be shy, beta ... aunty can understand what you need..." she said tenderly, lifting her left hand towards my chin and holding my chin and pulling my face to look at her. I couldn't believe what was happening, and how quickly things were moving. Here was the busty mature 48-year old Mayuri ben, whose breasts were the biggest I had seen on a woman in my life, sitting next to me in her own house, caressing my cock through my jeans, and telling me that she was happy to give me what I wanted!
Closing my eyes, I leaned back on the sofa, and letting my head fall back on the head-rest, let out a deep sigh. I felt her shift slightly on the sofa, and lean forward towards me, causing her massive thighs to press against mine, and those huge melons to press against my chest. Cupping my face with her left hand, she placed her thick but somewhat chapped lips on mine, and slid her tongue into mine; while her other hand which was resting on my crotch, closed around the rigidness of my shaft and squeezed it gently. With a moan, I grabbed her by her head and pressed her mouth to mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as well, and kissing her back. I could taste the sweetness of the fresh lime juice in her mouth, as our tongues intertwined and we kissed passionately.
That coupled with the musky odour of sweat from her body, caused me to buck my hips and press my boner into her palm. Since she was sitting on my left side, I was holding her head with my left hand, and my right hand slid up under the pallu of her saree to cup her massive breasts. As my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy tit-flesh through her blouse, I realized that even after grabbing a handful of her tits, there were a lot left behind, spilling through my grasp. She responded my moaning, and tonguing me passionately, her back straightening to press more of her huge tits into my palm.
As my hand holding her head moved to her face and caressed her cheeks, sliding down to her neck, I felt the palm of my and get wet with her sweat. I involuntarily pulled my hand away and wiped it on the leg of my jeans. Noticing that, she pulled her mouth away from mine, and sitting back said to me softly "Sorry beta ... aunty ko bahut paseena aa raha hai na... " She then proceeded to stand up, and taking my hand in hers pulled me up as well. "Come to the bedroom beta ... and get comfortable. Aunty will also quickly freshen up and come back..." she said with urgency. She led me to the bedroom and pausing at the door, said "You lie down beta ... I will be with you in a minute..." As she disappeared into the bathroom, I quickly stripped off my shirt and lay back on the bed in my vests and jeans. In a few minutes she reappeared, and my cock lurched at the sight of her.
She had taken off her white saree completely, and was clad only in her white petticoat and white blouse now, and was wiping washed face with small towel. A bit of the water she had splashed on her face and neck had slid down to her white blouse as well, making it translucent, and making me realize that she head taken off her bra as well! Her massive breasts sagged under their own weight, creating small openings between the hooks of her blouse, through which I could see the curves of her tits. She had a huge flabby belly, across which her petticoat was tied taut, below her belly button, causing the flesh of her belly to bulge out above the waistline. And at the place where she had tied the knot, there was a v-slot open, through which I could see a portion of her fleshy belly below the belly button. As she walked towards the bed, her massive hips and that huge ass swayed under her petticoat, and I could make out that there was no panty underneath as well.
She came and sat down on the bed near my waist, and her right hand automatically rested on the bulge of my crotch. Leaning forward, she whispered "Ab aunty tumhari jo seva chahiye wok karengi..." As my hands reached out to grasp the massive breasts struggling to stay within the confines of her blouse, she said to me tenderly "You want to see aunty's breasts, beta?" "Ohh yes, aunty..." I cried out hoarsely, mauling the flesh of tits through the thin white cotton blouse. She just smiled benignly, and sitting back, began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As the last hook of her blouse came undone, and she opened the flaps of her blouse, those humungous breasts tumbled free, and rested down on her bulging belly with a flop. "Oh man..." I thought to myself, as I gazed at that massive mass of tit flesh.
To say that each of her breasts was the size of a junior volleyball was an understatement. They might have been much firmer in her younger days, but now had mild sag to them owning to their incredible heaviness. Those stretched hemi-spherical mammaries of her were capped by an incredibly thick black pair of nipples, which were surrounded by huge black areolas. As I continued to gaze at her magnificent breasts, she leaned forward slightly causing the heavy tit flesh to shudder slightly and swing forward towards my face on their own weight. "Do you like them beta?" she asked in a soft whisper. I just nodded my head dumbly, continuing to gaze at those mammary wonders.
With a smile, she said "You can hold them beta ... they are for you only..." "Ohh aunty..." I cried, and moved my hands upwards to cup the underside of her breasts in the palms of my hands. As I hefted them up gently, I felt the heaviness of them. They were nothing like what I had seen or felt before. While they were not as firm as Kalpana aunty's boobs, they were definitely much heavier and bigger. As my palms closed around the heavy flesh, she let out a soft sigh, and her fingers slid under my waist, caressing my taut stomach. Smiling at me, she slid her other hand up towards her left breast, and squeezed it, gently pinching her thick black turgid nipples between her fingers. She leant forward ever more, and resting her elbows on the pillow under my head, slid her hand under my head. Lifting my face towards her dangling breasts with her left hand, she cupped her right breast with her right hand, and brought it towards my mouth.
"Aaja mere bete..." she uttered urgently, feeding me her humungous milk bags. Needing no further encouragement, I let out a hoarse cry, and clamped my mouth around the thick proffered nipple. As I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her soft tit-flesh into my mouth, lips clamped around her turgid nipples and began to suck on them like starved baby. As I began to slurp noisily around her heavy breasts, she let out a soft cry of pleasure, moaning "Oh mara dikraaa..." and buried my face in those pillowy mounds of her mammaries. As she smothered my face with her heavy hanging breasts, I continued to lash her nipples with my tongue, sucking on them with savage intensity, and squeezing both of them roughly at the same time. "Ohhh ... bite them my darling..." she cried out as I continued to ravage her breasts. My mouth tightened around her tit-flesh, my teeth clamping down on her turgid black nipples, as I began to nibble on her nipples gently with my teeth, causing her to let out a deep-throated moan of pleasure. By now her hands were hastily unbuttoning my jeans, and trying to pull down the fly.
I helped her along my pulling down the fly myself, even as she slid her hand inside my jeans and her fingers closed around the thick shaft of my penis through my cotton briefs. I was oozing so much pre-cum by now that a wet spot had formed on my briefs at the tip of my cock. As she squeezed my rigid cock through my briefs, I let out a moan of pleasure, and grabbed her arm, squeezing the flabby flesh roughly. She gently pulled herself away from my face, and sat back looking at me with a tender smile. As she looked into my eyes, I continued to maul her massively heavy breasts with my hand. She slid down slightly towards my feet on the bed, and hooking her fingers under the elastic of my briefs, slid them down to my knees.
As my hard cock sprang out of the confines of my briefs, she let out of cry "Ohh Jignesh beta ... tumhara lauda to bahut mota hai..." I couldn't believe my ears, hearing these coarse words come out from my neighbourhood college headmistress aunty. "Zara aunty ise acche se zara dekhe to sahi..." she said with throaty laugh, as she reached behind her to the cabinet near the bed, and quickly extracted an old pair of black rimmed spectacles. Putting on those old pair of glasses, she quicky took my penis in her flesh hands and began to stroke it gently. "Beta, tumhe jab bhi zaroorat ho ... tum aunty ke paas aana ... aunty tumhari seva karegi ... or iska khyaal rakegi ... theek hai, beta..." she said to me earnestly, her eyes moving away from my hard cock to my eyes. "Tumhe iske liye us saali Sarla ke paas jane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... theek hai beta..." she continued, as she smiled softly and continued to stroke my big shaft. It was the most incredible thing I had heard. Here was this buxom 48-year old Mayuri ben, who taught primary grade colleges in a college, sitting next to me in just her petticoat, baring her humungous breasts to me, stroking my cock, and telling me that I could have her anytime I wanted!
Lifting my leg, she slid between my thighs, and sat between them so that my legs were stretched out on either side of her, my rigid shaft sticking out like a pole. She cupped my swollen balls with her left hand and played with them gently, as she teased the swollen mushroom shaped tip of my penis with the tip of her pudgy fingers, and smeared the pre-cum all around. The way she was manipulating my cock and balls with her hands made me think that for a widow she sure was not out of practice. "Acchha lag raha hai, beta..." she asked me gently. "Ohh yess, aunty..." I cried back in a hoarse whisper. "Phir toh beta, tumhe aur bhi acchha lagega, jab aunty ise mooh mein legi ... hain na... ?" she asked me with a teasing smile on her lips, continuing to stroke my cock while looking me in the eye. "Unhhh..." I muttered.
With a smile, she leaned forward, and cupping her left breast with one hand, began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cockhead against her turgid nipples. She proceeded to rub my cock all over hear breast and nipples, smearing my juices all over them. I cried out in pleasure, and jerked my hips up, pressing my cock against the heaviness of her plaints boobs. "Aunty, please..." I began to say, when she cut me off by opening her mouth and taking my cock inside.
As her wet mouth closed around my shaft, I let out another groan of pleasure and thrust my hips upwards, pushing my cock deep into her throat. To her credit, she did not gag, but just made a gurgling noise in her throat, and took it in. Wrapping her thick fingers around the base of my cock, she began to bob her head up and down in a practiced motion, taking my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each movement. Her tongue lashed around the length of my cock, as she began to suck on my hard throbbing cock with gusto. I couldn't resist any more, and grabbing her head by the hair, began to push her face harder on to my cock.
She co-operated by opening her mouth even wider and allowing my cock to reach her tonsils with each thrust, her saliva drooling down from her mouth along the length of my cock. As I began to feel the tension building in my balls, I let go off her hair, and began to caress her arms. She too let go off my cock and taking both my hands in hers, began to suck on my cock with just her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. The sight of this mammoth breasted 48-year old college teacher wearing thick glasses, sucking on my cock, was enough to make me shoot my load right there and then.
Realizing that I would come very soon, if she didn't stop, I cried out "Aunty ... I need your breasts..." Hearing that, she pulled her mouth of my cock, and sat up with a smile. As she wiped the saliva off her mouth with the back of her hands, she asked me to slide down the bed, and sit with my legs dangling below. As I got up, she quickly moved to the foot of the bed, and kneeled down between my thighs. As I sat up on the bed, she reached out once again to the cabinet next to the bed, and pulled out a small plastic bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil. Without a word, she poured a bit of it on my cock, and proceeded to lubricate my cock completely with it, mixed with her saliva and my pre-cum.
She also poured a liberal amount of it over her massive dangling breasts, and the valley in between them. Rubbing her breasts and the cleavage thoroughly with the oil, she came forward once again, and took my cock in her hand. She stroked me rapidly a few times, and then leaning forward, cupped both her humungous mammaries together with her hands, and took my cock in between them. Looking up towards me with a smile, her glasses perched on her nose; she began to squeeze my penis in between the softness of her breasts, and began to slide them up and down with her hands.
Her breasts were so huge that my cock completely disappeared between them at each upward movement, re-appearing through the valley each time she slid her breasts down. The sensation of her my cock fucking her tits was heightened by the ease with each moved, due the baby oil that she had so thoughtfully poured. Her big floppy tits made a smacking noise against my thighs, each time she pumped my cock with them. I grabbed hold of those mammoth mammaries, and pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a cry of pleasure from us. I could feel the semen boil through my balls, and I cried out "Ohhh aunty ... I am going to cummmm..."
She freed my cock from the confines of her breasts and quickly took hold of it in her right hand. Without a word, she took it in her mouth again and began to suck on it earnest, making slurping noises and moaning at the same time. I cried out aloud as the first burst of my semen sprouted out of my cock, and splashed right into her sucking mouth. I jerked with pleasure and thrashed wildly causing my cock to slip out of her mouth. Still holding on to it, she continued to stroke me with her hand, as the subsequent spurts of my semen blasted out and splashed on to her face, and dribbled down to her breasts. The sight of my cum dribbling from the sides of her mouth, and all over her breasts, caused me to let out my last load with a jerk, catching her squarely on her spectacles. With a groan, I collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard.
I vaguely remembered her getting up and going to the bathroom; and then wiping my genitals clean with a washcloth before I drifted off to sleep. Somewhere through my foggy senses, I felt her come and lie down next to me and turning to face her, and cradling my head in her arms, and pressing my face against the incredible mass of her warm breasts. I don't know for how long I dozed, but when I woke up, I realized that she was lying right next to me, fast asleep and snoring. She was asleep on her back, only in her petticoat. Her huge flabby breasts were hanging like a sac of dough on either side of her chest, and her legs were parted; one bent at the knee and the other stretched out straight, causing her petticoat to slide up above her knees exposing her thick calves, the pudgy knees, and the beginning of her massive thighs.
As I sat up and gazed at her sleeping so soundly, her mouth slightly open, and snoring ever so gently, I felt my cock stiffen again. Cupping her massive mammary glands, I began to stroke my cock gently. She didn't even stir. Lying back on the bed, I placed my hand on her thigh, and slowly pulled up her petticoat towards her waist, exposing her mammoth thighs. The skin of her thighs was much fairer than the rest of her body, and as I lay there stroking myself with one hand and her thighs with my other hand, I felt her stir. Without stopping I slid my hand on her thigh upwards, till my fingers touched the crinkly roughness of her pubic hair. My cock was almost fully erect by now.
I got up and placed myself between her legs on my knees. She sighed in her sleep and pulled her leg up, bending it at the knee. The incredibly dense forest of black hair at her vagina between those mountainous thighs came into my view. Holding my erect cock in my hand, I rubbed the mushroom-shaped tip of my cock on the insides of her thigh. She twisted in her slumber, and mumbled something incoherent. The sight of her lying like that, her petticoat bunched up near her belly, and those fat thighs spread, my cock jerked in my hand and a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my cock-head. Sitting down on my knees, I pushed both her legs back and bent them at the knees. Holding both her knees, I pushed them apart, spreading her massive thighs further open.
I could now see the dark wet lips of her pussy under the dense foliage of pubic hair. Reaching out, I rubbed my middle finger on her pussy lips. Again she groaned in her sleep and moved slightly. Her pussy was sticky and wet, and I could smell the musky odour emanating from it. Parting her pussy hair with one hand, I slid two of my fingers inside her slowly. Her pussy felt like hot fudge, and even with two of my fingers inside her, there was plenty of room for more. Pushing my fingers all the way up to my knuckles inside her pussy, I twiddled my finger tips inside her slushy vagina, stimulating the thick folds of flesh inside. She let out a slow groan, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Beta..." she said, as she cleared her throat "Beta ... yeh tum kya kar rahe ho... ?" she asked in that husky voice of people who have just woken up from a deep slumber. Continue to rotate my digits inside her wet vagina, I smiled and said "Aapne meri itni seva ki aunty ji ... ab meri baari hai..." She squirmed and moved her hips against my fingers, and moaned "Oh Jignesh beta..." As she reached towards my hand and pressed her palm on mine, where my fingers were manipulating her cunt, I slid in a third finger and began to move them in and out of her vagina. As I began to stroke her cunt faster with my fingers, she wriggled her hips, and grabbing one of her mountainous breasts with the other hand, began to squeeze them hard. I leaned forward and took hold of her other mound of mammary flesh, and began to knead them roughly like dough; rolling her turgid nipples between my fingers, and pinching them.
At the same time, I began to pump my fingers in and out of her vagina faster, ramming it in up to my knuckles each time, and strumming her swollen clit with my thumb at the same time. "Hai maa..." She cried, as her pussy began to ooze their sticky juices, and her thighs clamped shut & open intermittently. Her hips jerked and bucked involuntarily as I began to finger fuck her hard. Without stopping, I grabbed hold of one of her massive thighs, and hefted them on to my shoulder, opening her cunt even wider. As I continued to ram my fingers into her relentlessly, and stimulate her clit at the same time, she started gasping "Unhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..." with each thrust of mine. "Beta... "she cried out "Take me ... take me now..." Without waiting for a second invitation, I quickly got myself into position on my knees between her humungous thighs, and rubbed the tip of my throbbing cock on her sloppy wet hairy vagina.
Still supporting one of her heavy legs on my shoulder, I buried my cock deep into her boiling cunt. "Aahhhh..." I groaned as I felt my thick cock plunge into the depths of her squishy cunt. It felt like I was dipping my cock into a tub of hot butter. As I thrust my hips forward, spearing my cock into the depths of molten cunt, she let out a deep long moan of pleasure. "Oh yes my darling beta..." she groaned, as I began to thrust my hips into her. With each thrust, my hips made a smacking sound against her broad pelvis. Grabbing her leg which was upraised and held on my shoulder, I began to fuck her hard, pistoning my cock in and out of her cunt. Even after I buried my cock into her depths up to the hilt, I could feel that there was room for much more. She began to contract her cunt muscles, trying to milk my cock. She grabbed hold of my hair, and looking into my eyes, with her lips parted, began to grunt "Yes ... yes ... yes beta ... do it ... do it ... do it harder ... fuck your Mayuri maasi..."
Each time I rammed my cock into her, her mountainous tits jiggled and wobbled like a lump of jelly. Breathing hard and moaning she grabbed hold of both her jiggling tit mass, and squeezed them together, pinching her nipples. "Chooso beta ... chooso aunty ke mammo ko..." she grunted in between her breaths. Leaning forward, I propped myself with the palm of my left hand on the bed, and grabbed her right breast with the other hand. Cupping it roughly, I bent forward and took her succulent mammary flesh into my mouth, sucking on them hard. Continuing to fuck her relentlessly, I began to bite and suck on those thick black nipples of hers. She was beginning to lose control of herself now, and began to thrash around on the bed, throwing her head from side to side.
Grabbing hold of my face between the palms of her hands, she asked me with a whimper "Are you liking it beta... ?" In reply, I just rammed my cock into her harder, and smiled at her. My sperm was beginning to boil inside my balls now, and I gasped "Aunty ... I am going to come now..." She bit her lips and a sigh escaped them "Ohh yessss ... beta ... come for aunty ... come ... come..." she breathed even as she slid her right hand in between us and began to rub her clit as my thick cock pistoned in and out of her vulva. A woman of her size probably needed a much bigger cock than mine to get her to come, so she was stimulating her clit in an attempt to reach her orgasm along with mine.
With renewed gusto, I began to ram my hard cock into her, smacking her hips hard with mine with each thrust. My seed began to shoot out of my cock and spurt into the depths of her molten cunt, even as she began to buck her hips with her impending orgasm hitting her finally. Even as my cock continued to spasm and spew forth my semen into her depths, she continued to strum her clit with her thick fingers, and buck her hips, her body thrashing around, and her head thrown back in the throes of her orgasm. As my cock jerked for final time inside her cunt, I collapsed on top of her with a groan, my head resting on the pillowy softness of her gargantuan breasts. As I gasped to collect my breath, I could hear her taking in deep whooping breaths,
Wrapping her arms around my back, she began to caress my back, and whispered in my ear "Oh my dikra ... that was just so good ... it was ... it was after such a long time for me ... did you enjoy it beta?" "Oh yes aunty ... yes ... it was just awesome ... this was a dream come true for me..." "Chal hat jhoothe..." she chided me "aunty ko maskha mat lagaa..." "No aunty ... I mean it..." I exclaimed, rubbing her tits with my palms. Continuing to rub my back, she told me in an earnest voice "Beta, any time you need me ... I am here OK ... don't feel shy..." I just smiled inwardly as I replied "Yes aunty ji ... now I will come to you all the time..."
I clambered off her body and headed for the bathroom. After I washed and put on my clothes, I came back to the living room. It was nearing five in the evening, and it was time for me to hit the gym. She too put on her saree, and went into the kitchen to make some tea for me. Later, just as we were sipping our tea in her living room, Mayuri ben's younger daughter, Amisha, entered the house. She had just returned from her tuition classes after college.
At 17, she was a year older than Jigna, but was still in Class XI, as she had flunked in the same class last year. She was a somewhat short girl, just about about 5' 3", that made her look plumper than she actually was. She was dressed in her college uniform of a beige skirt, white shirt, and a dark brown tie. Though in the same college as Jigna and Sejal, she wore her uniform with a lot of style. Her pleated skirt was a trifle short, coming a few inches above her knees; and she wore it low down on her waist, well below where her belly button would have been.
She had left the tie fashionably loosened around her neck, with the button of the shirt at the neck open. And her shirt too was not the tad oversized ones that most other girls wore, but fit her torso rather smugly, proudly displaying the well rounded twin mounds of her firm 32-B breasts. And unlike most of the other college girls I had seen, she did not wear a petticoat (or slip) under her uniform, and I could clearly see the straps of her bra under the white shirt. She had a cheap yet fashionable bag slung over her left shoulder.
She was a rather cute, much fairer than her mother and sister, with a round plump face that was made prettier by her prominent cheekbones, and a delicate tapering chin. Unlike her sister and mother, she had thin delicate lips lining her trifle wide mouth. Upon seeing me, she broke into a cute smile. "Oh hi Jignesh bhaiya ... how are you ... what a surprise to see you!!!" she exclaimed, dumping her back on the sofa. As she plonked herself down on the sofa, Mayuri ben snapped at her "How many times have I told you not to dump your bag here ... and why did you get late today?"
With a sigh she got up, pouted and replied 'Oh mummy ... I am keeping it no ... and I got late today because our tuition sir came late ... and that is why I am telling you buy me a new cycle ... then I can reach faster ... you know how much time it takes to walk ... and that too with my heavy college bag..." she grumbled. As she made a face and walked into the other bedroom, Mayuri ben called after her "I don't understand why you don't use your sister's cycle..." "Mummy please ... how many times have I told you that I cannot use didi's cycle ... it is too old fashioned ... old women ride those kind of cycles ... all my friends will make fun of me if I take that to college..." she shouted back from the other room. With a sigh of exasperation, Mayuri ben clutched her forehead and turning to me said "Hey bhagwan ... ye ladki bhi na ... fashion, fashion, fashion ... aur kuch nahi sochti yeh..." I just smiled at her and told her that today's generation of kids are like that.
After I got back home from Mayuri ben's place, I did my exercises and then had a quick shower. I changed into my evening casuals of a pair of track points and a sleeveless round-neck vest; and settled down in front of the TV, waiting for Kalpana aunty to come with my dinner tiffin box. Tired from the day's exertions, I had just begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell wrong. Kalpana aunty stood at the door, clutching a tiffin carrier, with a broad smile on her face. She looked freshly bathed, and smelled of some lavender scented body talc. Her hair, which she usually tied in a bun, was today neatly combed into one single long braid reaching her broad hips.
She was dressed in a red chiffon saree with white floral prints, and a matching red blouse. Her pleasant face was adorned by dangling ear-rings, and a dozen or so red glass bangles graced her thick fore arms. Smiling back at her, I took her by the arm and led her into the room. "Kya baat hai aunty ... aaj to aap bahut khoobsoorat lag rahi hain ... kahin bahar jakar aa rahe ho aap?" I asked her teasingly. She blushed profusely when she heard that and replied shyly "Nahi, nahi beta ... maine socha ki aapko milne aa rahin hoon, to thoda sa taiyaar ho jaati hoon..." twiddling with the pallu of her saree. "Oh aunty ... so sweet of you..." I said, pulling her close to me and wrapping my arms around her heavy thick body in a warm embrace. Feeling her hard heavy breasts press against my chest, my fatigued cock stirred within my boxers. "I missed you aunty..." I said to her tenderly, even as I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her passionately on her lips
To Be Continued..
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