12-12-2018, 12:21 PM
Part - 15
As my orgasm subsided, I got off from between her spread thighs, and fell back on the bed, my spent cock still jerking sporadically and my jism oozing out in dribbles. As I closed my eyes, I felt her turn to her side and resting her torso on my thighs took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently. With a moan, she took my cum-soaked cock into her mouth, and began to lick it earnestly with her tongue, as if coaxing my cock to let out the last remains of semen. Feeling pity course through me, I pulled her head away from my cock and looking into her eyes said "Nahin Rani ... tumhe yeh karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..." She once again looked into my eyes with that same grateful expression, even as she pumped my cock slowly, causing the last of my cum to dripple out of the swollet blood-gorged mushroom-shaped tip of my cock.
As I lay back exhausted, I felt her let go off my cock and sit up on the bed by my side, her hands gently caressing my chest. Looking into her eyes, I saw that was a look of infinite tenderness in her eyes. As I smiled at her, she smiled back shyly, and asked me in a quivering voice "Saheb ... aapko achhaa lagaa... ?" I replied with a sigh "Haan, Rani ... bahut acchaa laga..." "Saheb, aapne ... aapne mere liye ... mere liye ... usko baahar ... bahaar nikala na..." she asked hesistatingly, referring to my pulling out of her just before I came. "Haan Rani..." I replied softly. "Saheb ... aap bahut acche insaan hai ... aap babut acchhe hain..." she said solemnly, her eyes looking down, and her hand continuing to caress my chest. "Tu dil ki bahut acchhi hai Rani..." I replied to her in earnest, squeezing her arms.
As she blushed and smiled gratefully, I asked her to go to the bathroom and get a towel after soaking it in water. She quickly got up from the bed, and gathering her scattered clothes, ran to the bathroom. She returned a while later, clad only in her ghagra, her breasts still bared, clutching the wet towel. As she sat down by my side, and began to wipe the semen off my belly, I took the towel from her hand, and began to wipe her body instead. As I took care to wipe her breasts, belly and neck clean of my semen; she held on to my thighs and gazed at me with a look of infinite gratefulness.
After cleaning me thoroughly, she got up from the bed, and stood there looking at me. "Ab main kapde pahen loon, saheb..." she asked me tentatively. I replied in the affirmative, and I proceeded to pull on my shorts and a t-shirt. As she finished putting on her clothes, extracted a 500-rupee note from my wallet, and pressed it into her hand. She looked up into my eyes, and said "Saheb ... iski ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai ... mere liye ... mere liye to bas ye bahut badi baat hai ki ... ki aapne mujhe kaam par rakha hai..." Cupping her face gently, I said "Rani ... yeh main tujhe khushi se de raha hoon ... mana mat karo..." She lowered her head, and took the proffered money in both her hands, folding her hands submissively. Looking up at my face, she said softly "Saheb ... main aapki daasi hoon ... aapko jab bhi meri zaroorat ho ... main ... main aapke liye haazir rahoongi..." Not knowing what to say, I just pulled her towards me and embraced her, pressing her small body to mine. She clung on to me gratefully.
After a while I let go off her, and told her "Ab tu jaa, Rani ... tujhe kaam par jaana hoga..." As she turned to leave, she hesitated, and said "Saheb ... Pushpa ne aapse poochne ko kaha thhaa ... ki kal ... kal kya woh aa sakti hai ... akeli ... aapki seva karne ke liye... ?" As I looked at her troubled face, I could sense a twinge of jealousy on her face, knowing that Pushpa was also desperately to get me to fuck her. "Rani ... Pushpa meri seva karna chaahti hai paiso ke liye ... woh teri tarah dil ki acchhi nahin hai ... is liye yeh main tere pe chhod raha hoon ... aga tu chaahti hai ki woh aakar meri seva kare ... to tu use bhej de ... warna tu usko bol de ki usko aane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..."
She seemed to be caught between conflicting emotions, and after a moment's hesitation replied "Saheb ... main ... main kya boloon ... bas itna kahoongi aapse ki ... ki agar Pushpa nahi hoti to mujhe yeh kaam kabhi nahi milta ... is liye ... is liye main usko kabhi mana nahi kar sakti ... is liye ... aap agar usko apne paas aane denge ... to mere liye ... mere liye bahut acchhaa hoga..." Knowing that my smart ploy had worked, I replied with a smile "Theek hai Rani ... tu bolti hai to main usko rakh loonga..." She took hold of my hand gratefully, and said "Saheb ... aap chinta mat karo ... woh bhi aapki acchhi seva karegi ... main usko sab samjha doongi ... aapko jo chaahiye woh karegi woh ... aur ... aur ... agar aap chaaho to hum dono aayenge aap ke paas ... saath mein ... aur hum dono aapki seva karenge ... saath mein..." she said with a lot hesitation. Hearing these words, my cock lurched again, at the thought of fucking these two teenage village girls together. I agreed to her proposition, and she left, kissing my hand gratefully before leaving.
After Rani left, I showered and changed into a pair of khakhi shorts and white polo t-shirt. Feeling hungry, I ordered some sandwiches and had a hearty albeit late breakfast. Not being in the mood for lunch, I called up Kalpana aunty's neighbour and asked her to convey to Kalpana aunty that I won't be having luch today since I was going out. Content with my morning fuck, I settled down in the recliner to watch some TV. I had just begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell rang. Grumbling to myself, I opened the door to see tat it was the buxom matronly 48-year old Mayuri ben. My irritation vanished at the sight of her. Today she was dressed in a pale yellow cotton sari tied the Gujarati way.
I greeted her with a big smile, saying "Oh what a pleasant surprise to see you Mayuri aunty ... come in ... come in ... it's very hot outside" "Oh I just thought I will drop in to see how you are doing beta..." she replied with a broad grin. As she came in, I closed the door behind us. "Please have a seat aunty..." I said, guiding her by her arm to the couch. "Let me get something cold to drink for you..." I said as she settled down on the couch, and wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her sari. "Oh beta ... don't take so much trouble ... I just..." she began to protest, even as I her cut her off. "What trouble, aunty..." I chided her, as I fetched a glass of cold nimbu sharbat from the refrigerator. As she gratefully took the glass from my hand and gulped down the cold juice, I settled down on the couch by her side.
Placing the glass on the center table, she said "Beta ... I just thought I will come and show you the things you bought for me yesterday..." That's when I noticed that she was wearing the brand new gold-rimmed spectacles and the gold-plated watch I had bought for her yesterday. "Oh ... this looks so nice on you ... I was wondering why Mayuri ben is looking so wonderful today..." I said to her with a laugh. As she stretched out her left hand and placed her palm on my thighs, I held her wrist and pretended to look at the watch. Turning to look up at her face, I touched her hair near the frame of her spectacles and said "Bahut acchhaa lag raha hai aunty..." letting my fingers trail down her neck on to her shoulders. With a slow smile, she pressed my palm to her neck, and said "Sab tumhar daya hai beta..." even as I felt my fore-arm press gently against the bulge of her massive breasts under her sari. I just smiled in response, letting my gaze fall to her chest.
As my eyes went to the massive orbs of her humungous breasts under her sari, she squeezed my thigh gently. As I looked up again at her face, I saw that she was gazing at my face intently. Seeing me looking at her, she adjusted the pallu of her sari self consciously. Noticing that she was sweating, with the drops of perspiration rolling down her neck on to her chest, and her blouse soaked at the armpits, I said to her "Why don't we go and sit in the bedroom aunty ... I will switch on the A/C there ... you will feel a little cooler there..." even as I stood up, pulling her by her hand. "Oh beta ... you are very kind..." she said coquettishly, as I led her to the bedroom. Switching on the air-conditioner, I propped up a few pillows against the head-rest of my bed, and asked her to get comfortable. "I will be back in a minute aunty..." I said, even as she sat back against the pillows on the bed and hauled up her legs. I returned a few seconds later with a damp hand towel that was kept in the fridge; a trick I had learnt at my hair cutting saloon.
Walking up to her on the bed, I took off her glasses, and wordlessly began to mop her face gently with the cold towel. "Oh beta ... tum aunty ki liye itna kyun taqleef utha rahe ho..." she began to protest, even as I mopped her forehead and cheeks gently with the cold towel. I just smiled in return. As I wiped her face softly, and moved to her neck, she rested her head back on the head-board of the bed, and looked at me with a content smile. As I moved the towel from the hollow of her neck on to her chest, I pushed the pallu of her sari aside a bit, bringing the deep cleavage at the round neck of her blouse to my view. As my eyes took in the sight of the deep cleavage of her massive breasts encased inside the matching pale yellow blouse, my cock stiffened. My eyes went back to her face, as she placed her hand on my hips and squeezed gently. I looked at her face with lust, as I continued to wipe her neck and shoulders, and saw the broad strap of her black bra peeping out from under her blouse at the shoulder.
Looking at my face with, she said with a smile "Oh Jignesh beta ... main yahaan aayi thhi tumhari seva karne ke liye ... aur tum ho ki aunty ki seva kar rahe ho..." "Aap bhi na aunty ... main kya itna bhi nahi kar sakta aap ke liye..." I replied in protest. Smiling warmly, she replied "Zaroor beta ... tum mere saath kuchh bhi kar sakte ho..." As I looked at this 48-year old matronly college teacher, her hair beginning to grey at the temples, I couldn't help but think how fortunes had changed. This woman, all through my childhood, had been a picture of sternness. And here she was, completely transformed and eager to please me, as I continued to press the cold towel to her face, neck and shoulders.
Putting the towel down on the nightstand, I said to her "Aunty ... aapko jaane ki jaldi to nahin hai na?" "Nahin beta ... mujhe koi jaldi nahin hai..." she replied quickly, looking at me expectantly. "Phir to aap thhodi der yahaan aaram keejiye aunty..." I said to her with a smile. I was still standing on my knees next to her on the bed, and she responed by placing her hands on my waist and gently caressing the sides of my belly. "Zaroor beta ... jo tum kaho..." she replied huskily, clearing her throat, and looking into my eyes intently. "Aap apni sadi kyon nahi utaar dete, aunty ... bahut garmi hai ... aap use utaar kar aaram se baithiye yahaan..." I said to her slowly. Hearing these words, she smiled slowly, almost as if with relief, and replied "Theek hai beta ... jaisa tum kaho..." Getting up from the bed, she proceeded to remove her sari from her shoulders, and began to pull it off her body. As the pale yellow sari came off, I was greeted with the sight of my magnificent Mayuri ben, clad only in her matching yellow petticoat and blouse.
Try as I may, I still could not come to terms with the sheer size of her humungous 42-D breasts, encased so tightly in her yellow blouse. At her age, they did sag, but it was more to do with the sheer weight of those magnificent mammaries, than her age. The outline of the thick-strapped matronly bra was clearly visibile under the pale yellow blouse. She had a generous flabby belly, across which the cord of her petticoat was tied tightly, well above her navel. As she dropped her sari on the floor, she proceeded to loosen the cord of her petticoat, and then retie it much more comfortably, this time well below her belly button. As she looked up at me after that, she caught me looking at her body intently. That made her face flush with embarrassment.
As she came towards the bed, she looked down at me sitting on the bed with my back propped up against the pillows, and said "Beta ... tum bhi apna t-shirt kyon nahi utaar dete..." As I smiled and pulled off my t-shirt, she said slowly "Jignesh beta ... pata hai tumhari body bahut acchhi hai ... tumhe dekhkar aunty ka man karta hai ki kaash aunty bhi tumhaari tarah jawaan hoti..." As she came and sat by my side on the bed, she was looking at my well muscled torso with desire, and gently placed her thick pudgy hand on my chest. I settled down more comfortably in a lying position on the bed, even as she placed one hand on the bed, and began to caress my chest with the other, continuing to gaze at my body with desire.
As her thick pudgy hands grazed my nipples, my cock lurched inside my khaki cut-offs. It was an incredibly sexy sight, the sight of her sitting next to me, leaning forward slightly, the deep cleavage of her massive mammaries right in front of my face, adorned by the black-bead chain she wore around her neck. Continuing to caress my chest, she leaned forward and gently kissed me on my fore-head. She then proceeded to place gentle kisses on my eyelids, my cheeks, and even my ear lobes. As she ran her thick wet tonge inside my ears, I groaned and shuddered with pleasure.
"Acchha lag rahaa hai beta... ?" she whispered hoarsely in my ear, continuing to flick my ear lobe with her tongue. "Haan aunty..." I groaned, grabbing her head by the bun of her hair and pressing her mouth to my ears. Her huge mammaries inside the blouse were now pressing firmly against my chest, and she responded my moving her mouth from my ears to my lips. As I felt those thick lips on mine, I opened my mouth to feel her thick hot tongue enter mine, and kiss me passionately. Her hand, which was caressing my chest, slid down my belly until it reached the waist-line of my khaki cut-offs. My cock was hard and as she placed her palm on the bulge of my cock through the khakis, I groaned once again and pushed my hips upwards.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she looked at me with lust and said "Beta ... yeh ... yeh tumhara aise khada ho gaya hai ... kya yeh aunty ke liye hai?" "Haan aunty ... dekho aapke chhoone se yeh kaisa tankar khada ho gaya hai..." I replied lustily. Hearing my reply, she squeezed my hard cock through my shorts, and groaned "Oh beta..." Looking into her eyes with lust buring my face, I said to her "Aunty ... mujhe aap apne mammon se doodh nahi pilaoge... ?" "Oh mere bete ... mere mammein to tumhare liye hi hai ... main to kab se taras rahi thhi yeh sunne ke liye..." she cried " ... kaash mere mammon mein doodh hota..." her voice trailed off. Straightening her back, she began to quickly unbutton the hooks of her blouse, all the while looking at my face, her face darkened with lust.
As the hooks of her blouse came undone, she opened the flaps of her blouse to bare the black matronly 42-D bra she was wearing inside. They were the old fashioned type, covering almost all of her massive mammary glands, and straining under the weight of the heavy tit-flesh. Reaching behind her back, she quickly undid the hook of her bra, causing the straps to spring loose at the back, and making her heavy boob to settle down with their weight on her bulging belly.
Straightening her back once again, she slid her fingers under the cups of her huge bra, and pulled them up; baring those massive junior volley-balls sized mature mammaries to my sight. As her mammoth mammaries, capped with large brown aereolas and thick black nipples came to my view, I let out out a cry of pleasure and grabbed hold of them. As I grabbed her heavy mature flesh breasts, and began to maul them, she placed her hand on my cheeks and whispered huskily "Chooso beta ... aunty ke mammon ko chooso..." Needing no further invitation, I grabbed her by her shoulder and pulled her towards me. As her massive sagging boobs smothered my face, I opened my mouth and began to lick all over them like a man possessed.
Squeezing the soft pliant flesh of one boob with my left hand, I licked and sucked her other breast, intermittenty biting her thick turgid nipples. She was breathing heavily, even as she caressed my hair and thrust her tits into my mouth. Her hand had by now slid down my belly, and slid into my shorts. As I felt her thick fingers slide inside my boxers and wrap themselves around my raging hard cock, I let out another groan of pleasure, and attacked her breasts with renewed vigor. As she struggled to push down my shorts, I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and sliding down my khaki shorts and boxers.
While I was pushing down my shorts to bare my big hard cock, she took hold of her right breast in her right hand, and began to feed it to me, pushing the thick wet nipple into my mouth. As I finally managed to get my shorts completely off my legs, I felt her thick pudgy fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock and squeeze gently. As my head fell back on the pillows, she slid her mouth down my chest and began to run her tongue all over my torso, licking my neck, my chest, and my nipples in the process, even as her fingers continued to manipulate my cock teasingly. Her massive tits were now pressed against my belly, those thick turgid nipples grazing my belly button.
As her fingers slid down my shaft and began to manipulate my swollen balls, I groaned "Aunty ... chooso ... chooso mere lund ko..." Hearing these words, she straightened once again, and adjusting her gold-rimmed spectacles, smiled at me gently. She slid off the bed, and positioned herself on her knees on the floor right next to the bed. Pulling my legs towards her, so that they were now partly off the bed, she positioned herself between my spread thighs, my cock standing up rigidly like a flag pole. "Apne pair upar utthao beta..." she whispered urgently, urging me to pull my legs up towards my chest, bent at the knees. As she pushed my legs towards my torso, and held them pressed against my chest with both her hands, she lowered her head and began to lick on my swollen balls with her hot wet tongue.
As I felt her tongue on my balls, I groaned with pleasure and my cock jerked. "Oh aunty..." I cried out, even as she began to tongue my balls earnestly. And then to my shock, she lowered and head further and began to run her tongue along the crack of my outstretched arse! I groaned with intense pleasure, even as she spread my ass-cheeks and pushed her tonge between the crack of my ass, licking my arse-hole with her thick juicy tongue! I threw back my head on the pillow, and squirmed with pleasure. I had never experienced a woman licking my ass-hole below, and my cock was jerking so much now, I was afraid I would shoot my load right there and then.
"Bas aunty ... bas..." I almost screamed, grabbing her by the bun of her hair and pulling her face away from my ass. As she came up, she looked at me with genuine concern in her eyes and asked "Kya hua beta ... tumhe acchhaa nahi lagaa ... maine socha ki..." "Oh aunty..." I cut her off, " ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha thha ki mujhe dar tha ki mera abhi paani na chhoot jaye..." Hearing that, a slow smile of relief and pride came into her face. She was still on her knees on the floor between my outstretched thighs, and with that same lusty smile on her face; she gently took my rampant hard cock in her pudgy hands. She smeared the pre-cum which was oozing out of the tip of my cock, all over my cock, and began to gently stroke me, looking into my eyes with love.
Hefting her massive dangling left breast with her left hand, she took hold of my cock with her right, and began to rub the wet tip of my swollen cock against her thick turgid nipple. This caused my cock to jerk once again, and a fresh lot of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my blood gorged cock head. Seeing this, she proceeded to heft both of her massive mammaries in her hands, and wrapped them around the shaft of my cock, smearing the pre-cum all along the length of my shaft with those incredibly huge breasts of hers. Trapping my cock in between the valley of her mammoth tits, she began to pump her breasts up and down along the length of my cock, while looking up at my face. I propped myself on the bed supported by my hands behind me, to look at her.
Once again, I couldn't help thinking how incredibly lucky I was to have this busty matue 48-year old widowed college teacher, here between my legs, her hair beginning to grey at the temples, and wearing the gold-rimmed spectacles I had bought her yesterday, pleasuring my cock with those massive breasts of hers, her blouse open, and her matronly bra cups pushed up above those incredibly massive sagging breasts.
Reaching out to caress her cheeks with my hand, I said to her urgently "Aunty ... please ... mera lund chooso na..." Continuing to hold both her breasts around my cock, and pump my cock between them, the mammaries slapping against my thighs each time they came down, she said between breaths "Beta ... main ... main tumko usse bhi acchha kuchh bataati hoon..." "Woh kya aunty..." I asked her between gasps, fearing that my cock would erupt any time between her mammoth tits. "Beta ... aunty ko tumhara lund chuswane ki jagah ... tum ... tum apne lund se ... apne lund se aunty ke moonh ko chodo..." she managed to say in a husky whisper, still pumping my cock with her breasts. My cock almost erupted hearing these words. My 48-year old Mayuri ben was asking me to fuck her mouth! Pretending not to understand what she was saying, I asked her innocently "Mujhe samajh mein nahi aaya aunty ... woh kaise karoon main..."
With a knowing smile, she replied "Aunty tumhe samjhayegi beta ... aunty tumhe sab kucch sikhayegi ... tum chinta mat karo..." her motherly instincts taking over. Letting go off my cock, she shifted herself with difficulty and sat down on the floor. Sitting on the floor, with her back resting against the bed, she asked me to come in front of her. Caressing my thighs as I stood infront of her, she said "Ab beta ... tum apne lund ko aunty ke moonh mein dalo ... aur ... aur aise karo jaise ... jaise ki tum aunty ko ... aunty ko choot mein chod rahe ho..." As I looked at my 48-year old Mayuri ben sitting on the floor like this, legs stretched out, her petticoat pulled up almost to her thighs, her blouse open, and her bra cups pulled up, her massive pendulous breasts hanging free and resting on her belly, inviting me to fuck her mouth, I couldn't help but feel power course through my body.
Placing my legs on either side of her thighs, I bent my knees slightly, and taking my cock in my hand, rubbed it against her face, finally bringing it to rest against her thick coarse lips. As my wet cockhead touched against her lips, she parted her lips, and with a groan I pushed my swollen cock into her open mouth. "Ummhhhh..." she moaned, as my thick cock slid into her waiting moist mouth. She responded by lashing her tongue against my thick cock, and grabbing hold my ass to push my cock deeper into her mouth. As she rested her head against the bed, I grabbed her by her hair and began to thrust my cock into her willing mouth.
As my cock slid into her mouth and almost pushed against her throat, she gagged and her throat constricted around my cock head, causing her shudder involuntarily. I hastily pulled out my cock out of her mouth, even as her saliva drooled out of the sides of her mouth. "Aunty..." I began to say with concern, only to have her cut me off by saying "Nahi beta ... chinta mat karo ... tum karo ... bas ab aunty ko yeh karne ke aadat nahi hai na ... isliye..." With that, she pulled me by my hips and once again helped me push my cock into her mouth. This time, she adjusted better, and took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. As I began to fuck her mouth, the length of my cock disappearing into her willing mouth with each thrust, I felt my heavy swollen balls slap against her chin. She grabbed hold of her breast with one hand and began to squeeze it hard, her other hand supporting my buttocks and guiding my cock into her mouth.
By now, I was beyond myself, and grabbing hold of the bun of her hair, began to thrust my cock into her mouth vigorously. As my cock ravaged the throat of this 48-year old neighbouring aunty, she gagged a couple of times, causing a mixture of her saliva and bile to dribble out of the sides of her mouth, sliding down her chin to fall on her heaving breasts. As I fucked her mouth relentlessly, my thick cock stretching her throat, her head pushed back on the bed, I saw that she was struggling to breathe. Feeling a tinge of pity for her, I pulled out my cock out of her mouth. As my wet cock slid out of her mouth, she took in deep breaths, her massive chest heaving with the effort.
Looking down at this mature widow between my legs, as she adjusted her glasses and took in deep lungfuls of breath, my cock jerked spasmodically, my swollen cum-filled balls threatening to explode. Wiping her mouth with the back of her pudgy hands, she looked up at me and smiled her face and chin wet with her drooling saliva. Opening her mouth, she once again guided my cock into her mouth. As I looked down at my cock disappearing into her willing mouth once again, I also noticed that she was pulling up her petticoat and spreading her outstretched thighs, bringing her massive thunderous thighs to my view. Slding her hands inside her old fashioned black panties, she began to finger her vagina with gusto, even as I continued to fuck her mouth had, my balls slapping against her chin. The sight of her fingering her pussy as I fucked her mouth drove me wild.
I had originally planned to cum in her mouth, but seeing what she was doing I changed my mind and said to her between gasps "Aunty ... aunty ... mujhe aapko ab chodna hai..." "Oh beta ... tumne to mere dil ki baat sun li..." she said as I slid my cock out of her mouth, "Dekho ... aunty ki choot kitni geeli ho gayi hai..." she continued, as she quickly slid off her black old-fashioned cotton panties of her legs, her petticoat pulled up to bare her hairy cunt. I noticed that she had trimmed the hair on her pussy, and I could see the thick puffy lips of her pussy through the trimmed black hair. The sight of her spreading her massively fat thighs, and thrusting two fingers inside her sopping wet hairy pussy drove me mad. I quickly lay down on the bed, my legs dangling from the bed, and beckoned for her to come on top of me. She got up heavily from her sitting position, and clambered on top of me. Placing her knees on either side of my waist, she proceeded to haul up her petticoat.
The heavy old woman that she was, with some difficulty she positioned herself such that her thick puffy mature pussy was positioned right above my cock. The leaning forward, she rested her left hand on the bed next to my head to support herself, which caused her massive boobs to swing lusciously right in front of my face. With her right hand, she reached between her thighs and taking hold of my rigid shaft, guided it to the opening of her mature gash. With a groan, she sat down on me, driving my throbbing manhood right into the depths of her soppy wet cunt. As she felt the girth of my cock fill up her mature well used cunt, she let out a grunt of pleasure, and groaned "Oh mara dikra ... chod mane ... chod taari Mayuri maasi ne..." With that she settled her weight fully on my pelvis, and began to rock back and forth on my cock.
I had said earlier that the feeling of my cock in her wet cunt was akin to dipping my cock in a vat of hot oil. The heavy woman that she was, I had difficulty in bearing the weight of her massive body on my pelvis. By now, she had closed her eyes, and resting both her hands on either side of my face, began to grind her hips on mine, causing my cock to slide back and forth in the depths of her pussy. Those humungous mammaries dangling in front of my face were difficult to resist, and I grabbed them greedily with both hands. Mauling on them mercilessly, I pinched and rolled her thick turgid nipples between my fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. Not content with the position in which she was fucking me, she straightened her back and with some difficulty, sat on her haunches in a squatting position. Her cunt was so deep and wide that I could imagine it was difficult for a cock of my size to fill her.
As she reached forward to support herself on my chest, I could see her massive thighs spread wide and her crotch, those thick lips of her pussy spread wide showing the dark red flesh inside, and my cock entering her pussy. To my amazement, this heavy mature 48-year old woman then began to raise her hips and thrust her pussy down on my raging manhood. Her whole massive body shuddered each time she thrust down on my cock, driving my cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her mature cunt. The weight of her body driving down on my cock, her impossibly huge fat ass hitting against my swoleen balls, was making me wince with some pain. But she was past caring, and with her a look of lust in her eyes, looked me in my eyes, and continued to hump me heavily.
Seeing that she was beginning to tire with the effort of fucking me from top, I grabbed hold of her huge ass and helped her move her ass. However, she soon collapsed on me, her breath coming in short gasps, and her humungous pendulous breasts squashed against my chest. I helped her roll off my body, and got her to turn around on her belly, and get on all fours. As I looked at the mirror by the side of the bed, I was greeted with the most erotic sight of my horny 48-year old Mayuri ben on all fours on my bed, her blouse open to allow her humungous mammaries to dangle freely, and her petticoat pulled up to expose her massive thighs and the impossibly huge and fat ass. Grabbing hold of her fat ass, I positioned myself on my knees behind her, and taking hold of my cock with one hand, rubbed the tip against her bared arse-hole and the gaping wide opening of her pussy below. As I ran my finger tip on the opening of her anus, she shivered and looked at me in the mirror.
As my eyes met hers in the mirror, she said hoarsely "Beta ... main jaanti hoon ki Mayuri maasi ke choot tumhare liye bahut dheeli padti hai ... agar tum ... tum chaaho to ... to tum aunty ki ... aunty ki ghaand bhi maar sakte ho..." Hearing this incredibly filthy and coarse words from the mouth of this college teacher, I was almost tempted to ram my cock into her arse-hole. But I just smiled at her in the mirror, and caressing her ass said to her "Is baar nahi aunty ... is baar main aapki choot ka swaad chakhna chaahta hoon ... lekin agli baar main zaroor aapki ghaand ka bhi mazaa loonga..." In response to my answer, she reached between her thighs under her, and parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers, said to me in a hoarse voice "To phir der kaisi Jignesh beta ... daal do apna lund aunty ki choot mein ... aur chodo tumhari Mayuri maasi ko jaldi..."
Needing no further encouragement, I guided my cock to the opening of her open mouthed cunt, and rammed my cock into the depths in one swift motion. As I buried my cock to the hilt inside her wet cunt, she cried out in pleasure, and buried her face in the pillow on the bed. I began my final assault on her, by supporting myself on one knee and one leg, and rapidly thrusting my hard cock in and out of her pussy. As my hips slammed into her fat ass with each thrust, her ass quivered and her massive breasts shook like a balloon filled with water. Reaching out to cup the pliant flesh of her huge fleshy brown-skinned breasts, I began to fuck her with all my strength. She was moaning continuously now, and pushing her ass back towards my ravaging cock, trying to take more and more of my hard cock into her pussy. The sight of my big hard cock disappearing between the depths of her fat ass, ploughing the depths of her mature hot cunt, drove me wild, and I began to slap her ass cheeks.
This only aroused her further and she began to scream to me in a coarse guttural way "Oui maa ... hai ... chod mujhe dikra ... chod mujhe jor se ... rukna mat ... hai ... hai ... hai..." My relentless fucking was beginning to have its effect on her, and I could see her grab the bedsheet, even as her cunt began to contract and squeeze my cock. "Oui maaa..." she screamed as her orgasm hit her, and her cunt began to contract spasmodically on my cock, her ass shuddering violently. That was the straw on the camel's back for me, and I eruped with a loud groan, sending spurt after spurt of hot boiling semen into the depths of her cunt. As her orgasm ravaged her body, she collapsed on the bed, and I fell on top of ass, my cock still buried inside her hot molten cunt.
As I collapsed on her back, she kept gasping "Oh beta ... oh beta..." again and again, struggling to catch her breath. I too was having trouble getting my breath, even as my cock jerked for one final time inside her pussy, and the last of my cum oozed out of my cock. I could feel the copious amount of cum I had shot into her pussy, ooze out of her slit, and flow out. When I finally rolled off her back on to mine, she turned to look at me and said with a smile "Mazaa aaya beta?" even as she hefted one of her humungous tits, and rubbed it against my cheeks. Taking her proferred teat into my mouth, I mumbled "Haan bahut mazaa aaya aunty ... kaash main aapke in bade mammon se doodk pee sakta..." my mouth chewing on her nipples and suckling on her breasts like a hungry child.
Caressing my face, and wiping the sweat off my brow, she said with a little chuckle and a merry twinkle in her eyes "Koi baat nahi beta ... aunty uska bhi intazaam kar degi tumhare liye..." as she smiled enigmatically. "Kya matlab aunty" I asked with genuine curiosity. "Woh aunty ki taraf se tumhare liye surprise present hoga ... bas kal tak intazaar karna" she once again replied enigmatically, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Realizing I was not going to get any answers from her at that time, I asked her "Aur aunty ... aap mujhe kab mauka doge ... aapki ghaand mein mera lund daalne ka..." Laughing, she patted my face and said, "Uske liye to tumhe intazaar karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... woh to tum jab chaaho kar sakte ho..." I just laughed in return and kissed her on the mouth.
Later as she was putting on her sari, she said to me "Beta ... maine jo kal kaha thha woh yaad rakhna ... jab bhi tumhe meri zaroorat ho ... tum mere paas aa jaana ... aunty tumhare liye hamesha taiyaar rahegi ... and tumhari har seva karegi..." I just smiled and hugged her huge body warmly, pressing myself against her plush mammaries. "Main jo tumse bolne aayi thhi ... woh to bhook hi gayi thhi ... aaj meri beti Amisha ka birthday hai ... to hamne ghar par aaj shaam ko ek party rakhi hai ... tum aaoge na beta?" she asked pleadingly. "Oh" I said with surprise, "Zaroor aaoonga aunty..." I replied quickly.
The thought of meeting Mayuri ben's sexy young teenage daughter was not a chance I was going to let by. I had even figured out what birthday present I would buy her. As she finished putting on her clothes, she said "Main usko bol rahi hoon ki uske doston ke liye main ghar par hi khaana banaoongi ... par woh zid kar rahi hai ki usko bahar hotel se khaana mangwana hai ... usi ko lekar ghar par moonh phulakar baithi hai who ... tum hi bataao main kya karoon ... bahar hotel se khaana mangwana itna mehenga padta hai..." she continued to complain in a meek voice. Putting my arms around her, I said "Arre aunty ... mere hote huey aap in sab cheezo ki kyun chinta karti ho ... aap meri itni seva karte ho to main kya apni Amisha ke liye itna bhi nahin kar sakta?" I chided her. "Aap chinta mat karo ... khaana main hotel ke catering se intazaam kar doonga ... aap bas sirf nashte ka intazaam kar dena..." "Oh beta ... nahin nahin..." she began to protest.
But I knew fully well that that was precisely the reason she had come to me again and let me fuck her. She needed my help. With a smile, I said "Bas baat khatam aunty ... khane ka intazaam ho gaya samajh lo ... Amisha ko keh dena uske Jignesh bhaiya ne sab intazaam kar diya hai..." On an after thought, I took my wallet from the drawyer and handed her 3 five hundred rupee notes. Pressing it into her hands, I said to her tenderly "Yeh rakh lo aunty ... aaj nashta aur doosra samaan khareedne mein kaam aayenge..." "Beta..." she began to protest. I just cut her off by pressing my mouth to hers, and kissing her passionately. She hugged me tightly, and then as I let go off her, she took my hands into hers and kissed the back of my palms gratefully. "Thank you beta ... thank you..." she said gratefully, kissing my hand again. I helped her out the door, promising to be at her place for her daughter's birthday party in the evening.
After Mayuri ben left, I quickly dressed and went to the city. There I bought a brand new BSA SLR Lady Bird bicycle for Mayuri ben's daughter as a birthday gift for her. I also bought a bottle of expensive foreign perfume for her, which was gift-wrapped nicely. After arranging for the bicycle to be delivered at my place in the evening, I headed back. I took a quick nap, and got up towards evening. Taking a quick shower, I changed into a fashionable kurta and jeans. The bicycle I had bought for Amisha had been delivered to my place a while back. I headed to Mayuri ben's place with the bicycle, picking up a bouquet of flowers on the way.
As I reached their house, I saw many bicycles parked outside, which probably belonged to Amisha's friends who would have come for her birthday party. I was pleased to note that not one of them was a LadyBird. Since the door was open, I walked in confidently and announced "So where's the birthday girl!" At once, Amisha jumped up from where they were all sitting in the living room, and exclaimed "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... we were waiting for you only to cut the cake ... aapne kitni der laga di..." Handing her the flowers, I said "Happy b'day Amisha ... sorry I got late..." "Oh thank you so much bhaiya..." she said coquettishly, blinking her eyes, as she took the flowers from my hands.
She was wearing her college uniform of the beige coloured skirt and white shirt, and I couldn't help but notice how her firm 32-B breasts strained in their bra under her white college shirt. Taking hold of my hand, she said "Bhaiya ... let me introduce you to my friends..." There were 6 girls and 2 boys in all, all still in their college uniforms, though some of them had got rid of their tie. As I was introduced one by one to this gang of sexy teenage collegegirls, my cock gave a twitch of appreciation inside my jeans.
First up, there was Krutika, by far the sexiest girl of the lot, who also happened to be Amisha's best friend. She was incredibly fair, with short fashionably cut hair, and a Barbie doll like face. Her body was well developed for her age, and by the way her tits strained inside the white college shirt, I guessed she wore a 32-C cup bra. Then there was a thin Punjabi girl by the name of Gunjan, who just couldn't stop giggling as I shook her hands. She was tall and really slender, and by the shape of her pert little 30-B breasts in the white shirt, I could make out that she wore a petticoat under the shirt instead of a bra. Her hair was tied in two braids that lay on either shoulder. The third teengage girl was the type of which male fantasies are made of. She was a plump moon-faced Bengali teenager by the name of Moushmi, whose breasts you just could not help take note of.
Her structure was a lot like Sejal in many ways, with hair tied in a single pony tail, except that she was a shade darker, and not as cute. Her breasts were huge for her size, and I estimated that she, like Sejal, was atleast a 36-C. She was the shy type, and was conservatively dressed in skirt which was longer than that of most of the other girls, reacing down well below her knees to her calves.
Then there was this dark, thin and sexy South Indian teenager named Mini, who oozed sexiness from every part of her body. She was dusky, with hair tied in a single pony tail, and seemed a little cocky in her attitude. The top button of her shirt was left fashionably open, and I could see that she was also the type who only wore a bra (no petticoat) under her shirt, the size being similar to that of Amisha, i.e., a 32-B.
The other two girls were Rakhi and Gayathri. Rakhi was an average looking Maharashtrian girl, wheat complexioned and with rather non-descript tits. Gayathri, on the other hand, was a big girl, by any standards, and almost as tall as me. She was from Andhra, dark skinned, with a huge 'Gajini' type body, and really well-developed 34-B breasts, and a really massive ass. The two boys in the group were rather out of place, and I did not care to remember their names.
To Be Continued
As my orgasm subsided, I got off from between her spread thighs, and fell back on the bed, my spent cock still jerking sporadically and my jism oozing out in dribbles. As I closed my eyes, I felt her turn to her side and resting her torso on my thighs took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently. With a moan, she took my cum-soaked cock into her mouth, and began to lick it earnestly with her tongue, as if coaxing my cock to let out the last remains of semen. Feeling pity course through me, I pulled her head away from my cock and looking into her eyes said "Nahin Rani ... tumhe yeh karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..." She once again looked into my eyes with that same grateful expression, even as she pumped my cock slowly, causing the last of my cum to dripple out of the swollet blood-gorged mushroom-shaped tip of my cock.
As I lay back exhausted, I felt her let go off my cock and sit up on the bed by my side, her hands gently caressing my chest. Looking into her eyes, I saw that was a look of infinite tenderness in her eyes. As I smiled at her, she smiled back shyly, and asked me in a quivering voice "Saheb ... aapko achhaa lagaa... ?" I replied with a sigh "Haan, Rani ... bahut acchaa laga..." "Saheb, aapne ... aapne mere liye ... mere liye ... usko baahar ... bahaar nikala na..." she asked hesistatingly, referring to my pulling out of her just before I came. "Haan Rani..." I replied softly. "Saheb ... aap bahut acche insaan hai ... aap babut acchhe hain..." she said solemnly, her eyes looking down, and her hand continuing to caress my chest. "Tu dil ki bahut acchhi hai Rani..." I replied to her in earnest, squeezing her arms.
As she blushed and smiled gratefully, I asked her to go to the bathroom and get a towel after soaking it in water. She quickly got up from the bed, and gathering her scattered clothes, ran to the bathroom. She returned a while later, clad only in her ghagra, her breasts still bared, clutching the wet towel. As she sat down by my side, and began to wipe the semen off my belly, I took the towel from her hand, and began to wipe her body instead. As I took care to wipe her breasts, belly and neck clean of my semen; she held on to my thighs and gazed at me with a look of infinite gratefulness.
After cleaning me thoroughly, she got up from the bed, and stood there looking at me. "Ab main kapde pahen loon, saheb..." she asked me tentatively. I replied in the affirmative, and I proceeded to pull on my shorts and a t-shirt. As she finished putting on her clothes, extracted a 500-rupee note from my wallet, and pressed it into her hand. She looked up into my eyes, and said "Saheb ... iski ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai ... mere liye ... mere liye to bas ye bahut badi baat hai ki ... ki aapne mujhe kaam par rakha hai..." Cupping her face gently, I said "Rani ... yeh main tujhe khushi se de raha hoon ... mana mat karo..." She lowered her head, and took the proffered money in both her hands, folding her hands submissively. Looking up at my face, she said softly "Saheb ... main aapki daasi hoon ... aapko jab bhi meri zaroorat ho ... main ... main aapke liye haazir rahoongi..." Not knowing what to say, I just pulled her towards me and embraced her, pressing her small body to mine. She clung on to me gratefully.
After a while I let go off her, and told her "Ab tu jaa, Rani ... tujhe kaam par jaana hoga..." As she turned to leave, she hesitated, and said "Saheb ... Pushpa ne aapse poochne ko kaha thhaa ... ki kal ... kal kya woh aa sakti hai ... akeli ... aapki seva karne ke liye... ?" As I looked at her troubled face, I could sense a twinge of jealousy on her face, knowing that Pushpa was also desperately to get me to fuck her. "Rani ... Pushpa meri seva karna chaahti hai paiso ke liye ... woh teri tarah dil ki acchhi nahin hai ... is liye yeh main tere pe chhod raha hoon ... aga tu chaahti hai ki woh aakar meri seva kare ... to tu use bhej de ... warna tu usko bol de ki usko aane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..."
She seemed to be caught between conflicting emotions, and after a moment's hesitation replied "Saheb ... main ... main kya boloon ... bas itna kahoongi aapse ki ... ki agar Pushpa nahi hoti to mujhe yeh kaam kabhi nahi milta ... is liye ... is liye main usko kabhi mana nahi kar sakti ... is liye ... aap agar usko apne paas aane denge ... to mere liye ... mere liye bahut acchhaa hoga..." Knowing that my smart ploy had worked, I replied with a smile "Theek hai Rani ... tu bolti hai to main usko rakh loonga..." She took hold of my hand gratefully, and said "Saheb ... aap chinta mat karo ... woh bhi aapki acchhi seva karegi ... main usko sab samjha doongi ... aapko jo chaahiye woh karegi woh ... aur ... aur ... agar aap chaaho to hum dono aayenge aap ke paas ... saath mein ... aur hum dono aapki seva karenge ... saath mein..." she said with a lot hesitation. Hearing these words, my cock lurched again, at the thought of fucking these two teenage village girls together. I agreed to her proposition, and she left, kissing my hand gratefully before leaving.
After Rani left, I showered and changed into a pair of khakhi shorts and white polo t-shirt. Feeling hungry, I ordered some sandwiches and had a hearty albeit late breakfast. Not being in the mood for lunch, I called up Kalpana aunty's neighbour and asked her to convey to Kalpana aunty that I won't be having luch today since I was going out. Content with my morning fuck, I settled down in the recliner to watch some TV. I had just begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell rang. Grumbling to myself, I opened the door to see tat it was the buxom matronly 48-year old Mayuri ben. My irritation vanished at the sight of her. Today she was dressed in a pale yellow cotton sari tied the Gujarati way.
I greeted her with a big smile, saying "Oh what a pleasant surprise to see you Mayuri aunty ... come in ... come in ... it's very hot outside" "Oh I just thought I will drop in to see how you are doing beta..." she replied with a broad grin. As she came in, I closed the door behind us. "Please have a seat aunty..." I said, guiding her by her arm to the couch. "Let me get something cold to drink for you..." I said as she settled down on the couch, and wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her sari. "Oh beta ... don't take so much trouble ... I just..." she began to protest, even as I her cut her off. "What trouble, aunty..." I chided her, as I fetched a glass of cold nimbu sharbat from the refrigerator. As she gratefully took the glass from my hand and gulped down the cold juice, I settled down on the couch by her side.
Placing the glass on the center table, she said "Beta ... I just thought I will come and show you the things you bought for me yesterday..." That's when I noticed that she was wearing the brand new gold-rimmed spectacles and the gold-plated watch I had bought for her yesterday. "Oh ... this looks so nice on you ... I was wondering why Mayuri ben is looking so wonderful today..." I said to her with a laugh. As she stretched out her left hand and placed her palm on my thighs, I held her wrist and pretended to look at the watch. Turning to look up at her face, I touched her hair near the frame of her spectacles and said "Bahut acchhaa lag raha hai aunty..." letting my fingers trail down her neck on to her shoulders. With a slow smile, she pressed my palm to her neck, and said "Sab tumhar daya hai beta..." even as I felt my fore-arm press gently against the bulge of her massive breasts under her sari. I just smiled in response, letting my gaze fall to her chest.
As my eyes went to the massive orbs of her humungous breasts under her sari, she squeezed my thigh gently. As I looked up again at her face, I saw that she was gazing at my face intently. Seeing me looking at her, she adjusted the pallu of her sari self consciously. Noticing that she was sweating, with the drops of perspiration rolling down her neck on to her chest, and her blouse soaked at the armpits, I said to her "Why don't we go and sit in the bedroom aunty ... I will switch on the A/C there ... you will feel a little cooler there..." even as I stood up, pulling her by her hand. "Oh beta ... you are very kind..." she said coquettishly, as I led her to the bedroom. Switching on the air-conditioner, I propped up a few pillows against the head-rest of my bed, and asked her to get comfortable. "I will be back in a minute aunty..." I said, even as she sat back against the pillows on the bed and hauled up her legs. I returned a few seconds later with a damp hand towel that was kept in the fridge; a trick I had learnt at my hair cutting saloon.
Walking up to her on the bed, I took off her glasses, and wordlessly began to mop her face gently with the cold towel. "Oh beta ... tum aunty ki liye itna kyun taqleef utha rahe ho..." she began to protest, even as I mopped her forehead and cheeks gently with the cold towel. I just smiled in return. As I wiped her face softly, and moved to her neck, she rested her head back on the head-board of the bed, and looked at me with a content smile. As I moved the towel from the hollow of her neck on to her chest, I pushed the pallu of her sari aside a bit, bringing the deep cleavage at the round neck of her blouse to my view. As my eyes took in the sight of the deep cleavage of her massive breasts encased inside the matching pale yellow blouse, my cock stiffened. My eyes went back to her face, as she placed her hand on my hips and squeezed gently. I looked at her face with lust, as I continued to wipe her neck and shoulders, and saw the broad strap of her black bra peeping out from under her blouse at the shoulder.
Looking at my face with, she said with a smile "Oh Jignesh beta ... main yahaan aayi thhi tumhari seva karne ke liye ... aur tum ho ki aunty ki seva kar rahe ho..." "Aap bhi na aunty ... main kya itna bhi nahi kar sakta aap ke liye..." I replied in protest. Smiling warmly, she replied "Zaroor beta ... tum mere saath kuchh bhi kar sakte ho..." As I looked at this 48-year old matronly college teacher, her hair beginning to grey at the temples, I couldn't help but think how fortunes had changed. This woman, all through my childhood, had been a picture of sternness. And here she was, completely transformed and eager to please me, as I continued to press the cold towel to her face, neck and shoulders.
Putting the towel down on the nightstand, I said to her "Aunty ... aapko jaane ki jaldi to nahin hai na?" "Nahin beta ... mujhe koi jaldi nahin hai..." she replied quickly, looking at me expectantly. "Phir to aap thhodi der yahaan aaram keejiye aunty..." I said to her with a smile. I was still standing on my knees next to her on the bed, and she responed by placing her hands on my waist and gently caressing the sides of my belly. "Zaroor beta ... jo tum kaho..." she replied huskily, clearing her throat, and looking into my eyes intently. "Aap apni sadi kyon nahi utaar dete, aunty ... bahut garmi hai ... aap use utaar kar aaram se baithiye yahaan..." I said to her slowly. Hearing these words, she smiled slowly, almost as if with relief, and replied "Theek hai beta ... jaisa tum kaho..." Getting up from the bed, she proceeded to remove her sari from her shoulders, and began to pull it off her body. As the pale yellow sari came off, I was greeted with the sight of my magnificent Mayuri ben, clad only in her matching yellow petticoat and blouse.
Try as I may, I still could not come to terms with the sheer size of her humungous 42-D breasts, encased so tightly in her yellow blouse. At her age, they did sag, but it was more to do with the sheer weight of those magnificent mammaries, than her age. The outline of the thick-strapped matronly bra was clearly visibile under the pale yellow blouse. She had a generous flabby belly, across which the cord of her petticoat was tied tightly, well above her navel. As she dropped her sari on the floor, she proceeded to loosen the cord of her petticoat, and then retie it much more comfortably, this time well below her belly button. As she looked up at me after that, she caught me looking at her body intently. That made her face flush with embarrassment.
As she came towards the bed, she looked down at me sitting on the bed with my back propped up against the pillows, and said "Beta ... tum bhi apna t-shirt kyon nahi utaar dete..." As I smiled and pulled off my t-shirt, she said slowly "Jignesh beta ... pata hai tumhari body bahut acchhi hai ... tumhe dekhkar aunty ka man karta hai ki kaash aunty bhi tumhaari tarah jawaan hoti..." As she came and sat by my side on the bed, she was looking at my well muscled torso with desire, and gently placed her thick pudgy hand on my chest. I settled down more comfortably in a lying position on the bed, even as she placed one hand on the bed, and began to caress my chest with the other, continuing to gaze at my body with desire.
As her thick pudgy hands grazed my nipples, my cock lurched inside my khaki cut-offs. It was an incredibly sexy sight, the sight of her sitting next to me, leaning forward slightly, the deep cleavage of her massive mammaries right in front of my face, adorned by the black-bead chain she wore around her neck. Continuing to caress my chest, she leaned forward and gently kissed me on my fore-head. She then proceeded to place gentle kisses on my eyelids, my cheeks, and even my ear lobes. As she ran her thick wet tonge inside my ears, I groaned and shuddered with pleasure.
"Acchha lag rahaa hai beta... ?" she whispered hoarsely in my ear, continuing to flick my ear lobe with her tongue. "Haan aunty..." I groaned, grabbing her head by the bun of her hair and pressing her mouth to my ears. Her huge mammaries inside the blouse were now pressing firmly against my chest, and she responded my moving her mouth from my ears to my lips. As I felt those thick lips on mine, I opened my mouth to feel her thick hot tongue enter mine, and kiss me passionately. Her hand, which was caressing my chest, slid down my belly until it reached the waist-line of my khaki cut-offs. My cock was hard and as she placed her palm on the bulge of my cock through the khakis, I groaned once again and pushed my hips upwards.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she looked at me with lust and said "Beta ... yeh ... yeh tumhara aise khada ho gaya hai ... kya yeh aunty ke liye hai?" "Haan aunty ... dekho aapke chhoone se yeh kaisa tankar khada ho gaya hai..." I replied lustily. Hearing my reply, she squeezed my hard cock through my shorts, and groaned "Oh beta..." Looking into her eyes with lust buring my face, I said to her "Aunty ... mujhe aap apne mammon se doodh nahi pilaoge... ?" "Oh mere bete ... mere mammein to tumhare liye hi hai ... main to kab se taras rahi thhi yeh sunne ke liye..." she cried " ... kaash mere mammon mein doodh hota..." her voice trailed off. Straightening her back, she began to quickly unbutton the hooks of her blouse, all the while looking at my face, her face darkened with lust.
As the hooks of her blouse came undone, she opened the flaps of her blouse to bare the black matronly 42-D bra she was wearing inside. They were the old fashioned type, covering almost all of her massive mammary glands, and straining under the weight of the heavy tit-flesh. Reaching behind her back, she quickly undid the hook of her bra, causing the straps to spring loose at the back, and making her heavy boob to settle down with their weight on her bulging belly.
Straightening her back once again, she slid her fingers under the cups of her huge bra, and pulled them up; baring those massive junior volley-balls sized mature mammaries to my sight. As her mammoth mammaries, capped with large brown aereolas and thick black nipples came to my view, I let out out a cry of pleasure and grabbed hold of them. As I grabbed her heavy mature flesh breasts, and began to maul them, she placed her hand on my cheeks and whispered huskily "Chooso beta ... aunty ke mammon ko chooso..." Needing no further invitation, I grabbed her by her shoulder and pulled her towards me. As her massive sagging boobs smothered my face, I opened my mouth and began to lick all over them like a man possessed.
Squeezing the soft pliant flesh of one boob with my left hand, I licked and sucked her other breast, intermittenty biting her thick turgid nipples. She was breathing heavily, even as she caressed my hair and thrust her tits into my mouth. Her hand had by now slid down my belly, and slid into my shorts. As I felt her thick fingers slide inside my boxers and wrap themselves around my raging hard cock, I let out another groan of pleasure, and attacked her breasts with renewed vigor. As she struggled to push down my shorts, I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and sliding down my khaki shorts and boxers.
While I was pushing down my shorts to bare my big hard cock, she took hold of her right breast in her right hand, and began to feed it to me, pushing the thick wet nipple into my mouth. As I finally managed to get my shorts completely off my legs, I felt her thick pudgy fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock and squeeze gently. As my head fell back on the pillows, she slid her mouth down my chest and began to run her tongue all over my torso, licking my neck, my chest, and my nipples in the process, even as her fingers continued to manipulate my cock teasingly. Her massive tits were now pressed against my belly, those thick turgid nipples grazing my belly button.
As her fingers slid down my shaft and began to manipulate my swollen balls, I groaned "Aunty ... chooso ... chooso mere lund ko..." Hearing these words, she straightened once again, and adjusting her gold-rimmed spectacles, smiled at me gently. She slid off the bed, and positioned herself on her knees on the floor right next to the bed. Pulling my legs towards her, so that they were now partly off the bed, she positioned herself between my spread thighs, my cock standing up rigidly like a flag pole. "Apne pair upar utthao beta..." she whispered urgently, urging me to pull my legs up towards my chest, bent at the knees. As she pushed my legs towards my torso, and held them pressed against my chest with both her hands, she lowered her head and began to lick on my swollen balls with her hot wet tongue.
As I felt her tongue on my balls, I groaned with pleasure and my cock jerked. "Oh aunty..." I cried out, even as she began to tongue my balls earnestly. And then to my shock, she lowered and head further and began to run her tongue along the crack of my outstretched arse! I groaned with intense pleasure, even as she spread my ass-cheeks and pushed her tonge between the crack of my ass, licking my arse-hole with her thick juicy tongue! I threw back my head on the pillow, and squirmed with pleasure. I had never experienced a woman licking my ass-hole below, and my cock was jerking so much now, I was afraid I would shoot my load right there and then.
"Bas aunty ... bas..." I almost screamed, grabbing her by the bun of her hair and pulling her face away from my ass. As she came up, she looked at me with genuine concern in her eyes and asked "Kya hua beta ... tumhe acchhaa nahi lagaa ... maine socha ki..." "Oh aunty..." I cut her off, " ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha thha ki mujhe dar tha ki mera abhi paani na chhoot jaye..." Hearing that, a slow smile of relief and pride came into her face. She was still on her knees on the floor between my outstretched thighs, and with that same lusty smile on her face; she gently took my rampant hard cock in her pudgy hands. She smeared the pre-cum which was oozing out of the tip of my cock, all over my cock, and began to gently stroke me, looking into my eyes with love.
Hefting her massive dangling left breast with her left hand, she took hold of my cock with her right, and began to rub the wet tip of my swollen cock against her thick turgid nipple. This caused my cock to jerk once again, and a fresh lot of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my blood gorged cock head. Seeing this, she proceeded to heft both of her massive mammaries in her hands, and wrapped them around the shaft of my cock, smearing the pre-cum all along the length of my shaft with those incredibly huge breasts of hers. Trapping my cock in between the valley of her mammoth tits, she began to pump her breasts up and down along the length of my cock, while looking up at my face. I propped myself on the bed supported by my hands behind me, to look at her.
Once again, I couldn't help thinking how incredibly lucky I was to have this busty matue 48-year old widowed college teacher, here between my legs, her hair beginning to grey at the temples, and wearing the gold-rimmed spectacles I had bought her yesterday, pleasuring my cock with those massive breasts of hers, her blouse open, and her matronly bra cups pushed up above those incredibly massive sagging breasts.
Reaching out to caress her cheeks with my hand, I said to her urgently "Aunty ... please ... mera lund chooso na..." Continuing to hold both her breasts around my cock, and pump my cock between them, the mammaries slapping against my thighs each time they came down, she said between breaths "Beta ... main ... main tumko usse bhi acchha kuchh bataati hoon..." "Woh kya aunty..." I asked her between gasps, fearing that my cock would erupt any time between her mammoth tits. "Beta ... aunty ko tumhara lund chuswane ki jagah ... tum ... tum apne lund se ... apne lund se aunty ke moonh ko chodo..." she managed to say in a husky whisper, still pumping my cock with her breasts. My cock almost erupted hearing these words. My 48-year old Mayuri ben was asking me to fuck her mouth! Pretending not to understand what she was saying, I asked her innocently "Mujhe samajh mein nahi aaya aunty ... woh kaise karoon main..."
With a knowing smile, she replied "Aunty tumhe samjhayegi beta ... aunty tumhe sab kucch sikhayegi ... tum chinta mat karo..." her motherly instincts taking over. Letting go off my cock, she shifted herself with difficulty and sat down on the floor. Sitting on the floor, with her back resting against the bed, she asked me to come in front of her. Caressing my thighs as I stood infront of her, she said "Ab beta ... tum apne lund ko aunty ke moonh mein dalo ... aur ... aur aise karo jaise ... jaise ki tum aunty ko ... aunty ko choot mein chod rahe ho..." As I looked at my 48-year old Mayuri ben sitting on the floor like this, legs stretched out, her petticoat pulled up almost to her thighs, her blouse open, and her bra cups pulled up, her massive pendulous breasts hanging free and resting on her belly, inviting me to fuck her mouth, I couldn't help but feel power course through my body.
Placing my legs on either side of her thighs, I bent my knees slightly, and taking my cock in my hand, rubbed it against her face, finally bringing it to rest against her thick coarse lips. As my wet cockhead touched against her lips, she parted her lips, and with a groan I pushed my swollen cock into her open mouth. "Ummhhhh..." she moaned, as my thick cock slid into her waiting moist mouth. She responded by lashing her tongue against my thick cock, and grabbing hold my ass to push my cock deeper into her mouth. As she rested her head against the bed, I grabbed her by her hair and began to thrust my cock into her willing mouth.
As my cock slid into her mouth and almost pushed against her throat, she gagged and her throat constricted around my cock head, causing her shudder involuntarily. I hastily pulled out my cock out of her mouth, even as her saliva drooled out of the sides of her mouth. "Aunty..." I began to say with concern, only to have her cut me off by saying "Nahi beta ... chinta mat karo ... tum karo ... bas ab aunty ko yeh karne ke aadat nahi hai na ... isliye..." With that, she pulled me by my hips and once again helped me push my cock into her mouth. This time, she adjusted better, and took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. As I began to fuck her mouth, the length of my cock disappearing into her willing mouth with each thrust, I felt my heavy swollen balls slap against her chin. She grabbed hold of her breast with one hand and began to squeeze it hard, her other hand supporting my buttocks and guiding my cock into her mouth.
By now, I was beyond myself, and grabbing hold of the bun of her hair, began to thrust my cock into her mouth vigorously. As my cock ravaged the throat of this 48-year old neighbouring aunty, she gagged a couple of times, causing a mixture of her saliva and bile to dribble out of the sides of her mouth, sliding down her chin to fall on her heaving breasts. As I fucked her mouth relentlessly, my thick cock stretching her throat, her head pushed back on the bed, I saw that she was struggling to breathe. Feeling a tinge of pity for her, I pulled out my cock out of her mouth. As my wet cock slid out of her mouth, she took in deep breaths, her massive chest heaving with the effort.
Looking down at this mature widow between my legs, as she adjusted her glasses and took in deep lungfuls of breath, my cock jerked spasmodically, my swollen cum-filled balls threatening to explode. Wiping her mouth with the back of her pudgy hands, she looked up at me and smiled her face and chin wet with her drooling saliva. Opening her mouth, she once again guided my cock into her mouth. As I looked down at my cock disappearing into her willing mouth once again, I also noticed that she was pulling up her petticoat and spreading her outstretched thighs, bringing her massive thunderous thighs to my view. Slding her hands inside her old fashioned black panties, she began to finger her vagina with gusto, even as I continued to fuck her mouth had, my balls slapping against her chin. The sight of her fingering her pussy as I fucked her mouth drove me wild.
I had originally planned to cum in her mouth, but seeing what she was doing I changed my mind and said to her between gasps "Aunty ... aunty ... mujhe aapko ab chodna hai..." "Oh beta ... tumne to mere dil ki baat sun li..." she said as I slid my cock out of her mouth, "Dekho ... aunty ki choot kitni geeli ho gayi hai..." she continued, as she quickly slid off her black old-fashioned cotton panties of her legs, her petticoat pulled up to bare her hairy cunt. I noticed that she had trimmed the hair on her pussy, and I could see the thick puffy lips of her pussy through the trimmed black hair. The sight of her spreading her massively fat thighs, and thrusting two fingers inside her sopping wet hairy pussy drove me mad. I quickly lay down on the bed, my legs dangling from the bed, and beckoned for her to come on top of me. She got up heavily from her sitting position, and clambered on top of me. Placing her knees on either side of my waist, she proceeded to haul up her petticoat.
The heavy old woman that she was, with some difficulty she positioned herself such that her thick puffy mature pussy was positioned right above my cock. The leaning forward, she rested her left hand on the bed next to my head to support herself, which caused her massive boobs to swing lusciously right in front of my face. With her right hand, she reached between her thighs and taking hold of my rigid shaft, guided it to the opening of her mature gash. With a groan, she sat down on me, driving my throbbing manhood right into the depths of her soppy wet cunt. As she felt the girth of my cock fill up her mature well used cunt, she let out a grunt of pleasure, and groaned "Oh mara dikra ... chod mane ... chod taari Mayuri maasi ne..." With that she settled her weight fully on my pelvis, and began to rock back and forth on my cock.
I had said earlier that the feeling of my cock in her wet cunt was akin to dipping my cock in a vat of hot oil. The heavy woman that she was, I had difficulty in bearing the weight of her massive body on my pelvis. By now, she had closed her eyes, and resting both her hands on either side of my face, began to grind her hips on mine, causing my cock to slide back and forth in the depths of her pussy. Those humungous mammaries dangling in front of my face were difficult to resist, and I grabbed them greedily with both hands. Mauling on them mercilessly, I pinched and rolled her thick turgid nipples between my fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. Not content with the position in which she was fucking me, she straightened her back and with some difficulty, sat on her haunches in a squatting position. Her cunt was so deep and wide that I could imagine it was difficult for a cock of my size to fill her.
As she reached forward to support herself on my chest, I could see her massive thighs spread wide and her crotch, those thick lips of her pussy spread wide showing the dark red flesh inside, and my cock entering her pussy. To my amazement, this heavy mature 48-year old woman then began to raise her hips and thrust her pussy down on my raging manhood. Her whole massive body shuddered each time she thrust down on my cock, driving my cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her mature cunt. The weight of her body driving down on my cock, her impossibly huge fat ass hitting against my swoleen balls, was making me wince with some pain. But she was past caring, and with her a look of lust in her eyes, looked me in my eyes, and continued to hump me heavily.
Seeing that she was beginning to tire with the effort of fucking me from top, I grabbed hold of her huge ass and helped her move her ass. However, she soon collapsed on me, her breath coming in short gasps, and her humungous pendulous breasts squashed against my chest. I helped her roll off my body, and got her to turn around on her belly, and get on all fours. As I looked at the mirror by the side of the bed, I was greeted with the most erotic sight of my horny 48-year old Mayuri ben on all fours on my bed, her blouse open to allow her humungous mammaries to dangle freely, and her petticoat pulled up to expose her massive thighs and the impossibly huge and fat ass. Grabbing hold of her fat ass, I positioned myself on my knees behind her, and taking hold of my cock with one hand, rubbed the tip against her bared arse-hole and the gaping wide opening of her pussy below. As I ran my finger tip on the opening of her anus, she shivered and looked at me in the mirror.
As my eyes met hers in the mirror, she said hoarsely "Beta ... main jaanti hoon ki Mayuri maasi ke choot tumhare liye bahut dheeli padti hai ... agar tum ... tum chaaho to ... to tum aunty ki ... aunty ki ghaand bhi maar sakte ho..." Hearing this incredibly filthy and coarse words from the mouth of this college teacher, I was almost tempted to ram my cock into her arse-hole. But I just smiled at her in the mirror, and caressing her ass said to her "Is baar nahi aunty ... is baar main aapki choot ka swaad chakhna chaahta hoon ... lekin agli baar main zaroor aapki ghaand ka bhi mazaa loonga..." In response to my answer, she reached between her thighs under her, and parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers, said to me in a hoarse voice "To phir der kaisi Jignesh beta ... daal do apna lund aunty ki choot mein ... aur chodo tumhari Mayuri maasi ko jaldi..."
Needing no further encouragement, I guided my cock to the opening of her open mouthed cunt, and rammed my cock into the depths in one swift motion. As I buried my cock to the hilt inside her wet cunt, she cried out in pleasure, and buried her face in the pillow on the bed. I began my final assault on her, by supporting myself on one knee and one leg, and rapidly thrusting my hard cock in and out of her pussy. As my hips slammed into her fat ass with each thrust, her ass quivered and her massive breasts shook like a balloon filled with water. Reaching out to cup the pliant flesh of her huge fleshy brown-skinned breasts, I began to fuck her with all my strength. She was moaning continuously now, and pushing her ass back towards my ravaging cock, trying to take more and more of my hard cock into her pussy. The sight of my big hard cock disappearing between the depths of her fat ass, ploughing the depths of her mature hot cunt, drove me wild, and I began to slap her ass cheeks.
This only aroused her further and she began to scream to me in a coarse guttural way "Oui maa ... hai ... chod mujhe dikra ... chod mujhe jor se ... rukna mat ... hai ... hai ... hai..." My relentless fucking was beginning to have its effect on her, and I could see her grab the bedsheet, even as her cunt began to contract and squeeze my cock. "Oui maaa..." she screamed as her orgasm hit her, and her cunt began to contract spasmodically on my cock, her ass shuddering violently. That was the straw on the camel's back for me, and I eruped with a loud groan, sending spurt after spurt of hot boiling semen into the depths of her cunt. As her orgasm ravaged her body, she collapsed on the bed, and I fell on top of ass, my cock still buried inside her hot molten cunt.
As I collapsed on her back, she kept gasping "Oh beta ... oh beta..." again and again, struggling to catch her breath. I too was having trouble getting my breath, even as my cock jerked for one final time inside her pussy, and the last of my cum oozed out of my cock. I could feel the copious amount of cum I had shot into her pussy, ooze out of her slit, and flow out. When I finally rolled off her back on to mine, she turned to look at me and said with a smile "Mazaa aaya beta?" even as she hefted one of her humungous tits, and rubbed it against my cheeks. Taking her proferred teat into my mouth, I mumbled "Haan bahut mazaa aaya aunty ... kaash main aapke in bade mammon se doodk pee sakta..." my mouth chewing on her nipples and suckling on her breasts like a hungry child.
Caressing my face, and wiping the sweat off my brow, she said with a little chuckle and a merry twinkle in her eyes "Koi baat nahi beta ... aunty uska bhi intazaam kar degi tumhare liye..." as she smiled enigmatically. "Kya matlab aunty" I asked with genuine curiosity. "Woh aunty ki taraf se tumhare liye surprise present hoga ... bas kal tak intazaar karna" she once again replied enigmatically, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Realizing I was not going to get any answers from her at that time, I asked her "Aur aunty ... aap mujhe kab mauka doge ... aapki ghaand mein mera lund daalne ka..." Laughing, she patted my face and said, "Uske liye to tumhe intazaar karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... woh to tum jab chaaho kar sakte ho..." I just laughed in return and kissed her on the mouth.
Later as she was putting on her sari, she said to me "Beta ... maine jo kal kaha thha woh yaad rakhna ... jab bhi tumhe meri zaroorat ho ... tum mere paas aa jaana ... aunty tumhare liye hamesha taiyaar rahegi ... and tumhari har seva karegi..." I just smiled and hugged her huge body warmly, pressing myself against her plush mammaries. "Main jo tumse bolne aayi thhi ... woh to bhook hi gayi thhi ... aaj meri beti Amisha ka birthday hai ... to hamne ghar par aaj shaam ko ek party rakhi hai ... tum aaoge na beta?" she asked pleadingly. "Oh" I said with surprise, "Zaroor aaoonga aunty..." I replied quickly.
The thought of meeting Mayuri ben's sexy young teenage daughter was not a chance I was going to let by. I had even figured out what birthday present I would buy her. As she finished putting on her clothes, she said "Main usko bol rahi hoon ki uske doston ke liye main ghar par hi khaana banaoongi ... par woh zid kar rahi hai ki usko bahar hotel se khaana mangwana hai ... usi ko lekar ghar par moonh phulakar baithi hai who ... tum hi bataao main kya karoon ... bahar hotel se khaana mangwana itna mehenga padta hai..." she continued to complain in a meek voice. Putting my arms around her, I said "Arre aunty ... mere hote huey aap in sab cheezo ki kyun chinta karti ho ... aap meri itni seva karte ho to main kya apni Amisha ke liye itna bhi nahin kar sakta?" I chided her. "Aap chinta mat karo ... khaana main hotel ke catering se intazaam kar doonga ... aap bas sirf nashte ka intazaam kar dena..." "Oh beta ... nahin nahin..." she began to protest.
But I knew fully well that that was precisely the reason she had come to me again and let me fuck her. She needed my help. With a smile, I said "Bas baat khatam aunty ... khane ka intazaam ho gaya samajh lo ... Amisha ko keh dena uske Jignesh bhaiya ne sab intazaam kar diya hai..." On an after thought, I took my wallet from the drawyer and handed her 3 five hundred rupee notes. Pressing it into her hands, I said to her tenderly "Yeh rakh lo aunty ... aaj nashta aur doosra samaan khareedne mein kaam aayenge..." "Beta..." she began to protest. I just cut her off by pressing my mouth to hers, and kissing her passionately. She hugged me tightly, and then as I let go off her, she took my hands into hers and kissed the back of my palms gratefully. "Thank you beta ... thank you..." she said gratefully, kissing my hand again. I helped her out the door, promising to be at her place for her daughter's birthday party in the evening.
After Mayuri ben left, I quickly dressed and went to the city. There I bought a brand new BSA SLR Lady Bird bicycle for Mayuri ben's daughter as a birthday gift for her. I also bought a bottle of expensive foreign perfume for her, which was gift-wrapped nicely. After arranging for the bicycle to be delivered at my place in the evening, I headed back. I took a quick nap, and got up towards evening. Taking a quick shower, I changed into a fashionable kurta and jeans. The bicycle I had bought for Amisha had been delivered to my place a while back. I headed to Mayuri ben's place with the bicycle, picking up a bouquet of flowers on the way.
As I reached their house, I saw many bicycles parked outside, which probably belonged to Amisha's friends who would have come for her birthday party. I was pleased to note that not one of them was a LadyBird. Since the door was open, I walked in confidently and announced "So where's the birthday girl!" At once, Amisha jumped up from where they were all sitting in the living room, and exclaimed "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... we were waiting for you only to cut the cake ... aapne kitni der laga di..." Handing her the flowers, I said "Happy b'day Amisha ... sorry I got late..." "Oh thank you so much bhaiya..." she said coquettishly, blinking her eyes, as she took the flowers from my hands.
She was wearing her college uniform of the beige coloured skirt and white shirt, and I couldn't help but notice how her firm 32-B breasts strained in their bra under her white college shirt. Taking hold of my hand, she said "Bhaiya ... let me introduce you to my friends..." There were 6 girls and 2 boys in all, all still in their college uniforms, though some of them had got rid of their tie. As I was introduced one by one to this gang of sexy teenage collegegirls, my cock gave a twitch of appreciation inside my jeans.
First up, there was Krutika, by far the sexiest girl of the lot, who also happened to be Amisha's best friend. She was incredibly fair, with short fashionably cut hair, and a Barbie doll like face. Her body was well developed for her age, and by the way her tits strained inside the white college shirt, I guessed she wore a 32-C cup bra. Then there was a thin Punjabi girl by the name of Gunjan, who just couldn't stop giggling as I shook her hands. She was tall and really slender, and by the shape of her pert little 30-B breasts in the white shirt, I could make out that she wore a petticoat under the shirt instead of a bra. Her hair was tied in two braids that lay on either shoulder. The third teengage girl was the type of which male fantasies are made of. She was a plump moon-faced Bengali teenager by the name of Moushmi, whose breasts you just could not help take note of.
Her structure was a lot like Sejal in many ways, with hair tied in a single pony tail, except that she was a shade darker, and not as cute. Her breasts were huge for her size, and I estimated that she, like Sejal, was atleast a 36-C. She was the shy type, and was conservatively dressed in skirt which was longer than that of most of the other girls, reacing down well below her knees to her calves.
Then there was this dark, thin and sexy South Indian teenager named Mini, who oozed sexiness from every part of her body. She was dusky, with hair tied in a single pony tail, and seemed a little cocky in her attitude. The top button of her shirt was left fashionably open, and I could see that she was also the type who only wore a bra (no petticoat) under her shirt, the size being similar to that of Amisha, i.e., a 32-B.
The other two girls were Rakhi and Gayathri. Rakhi was an average looking Maharashtrian girl, wheat complexioned and with rather non-descript tits. Gayathri, on the other hand, was a big girl, by any standards, and almost as tall as me. She was from Andhra, dark skinned, with a huge 'Gajini' type body, and really well-developed 34-B breasts, and a really massive ass. The two boys in the group were rather out of place, and I did not care to remember their names.
To Be Continued
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