12-12-2018, 12:41 PM
Part - 20
She then began to suck on my cock with a practiced bobbing motion of her head, without holding on to the shaft with her hands. Her tongue lashed and tickled the tip and underside of my cock as she sucked on my cock in earnest, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she tried her best to take my cock deeper into her throat without gagging. Her hands were busy too, fondling my swollen balls, as if coaxing the semen out of my shaft. The unrestricted and loving way in which she was sucking on my cock was evident by the way her saliva dribbled freely from the sides of her mouth, and slid down the length of my shaft. She was letting out low throaty moans as she bobbed her head up and down, swallowing my rock hard cock into the depths of her throat.
At this rate, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, and not wanting to cum in her mouth on my very first session with her, I grabbed hold of her head, and whispered urgently "Didi ... bas ... nahin to mera nikal jaayega..." Hearing this, she slowly pulled her thick lipped mouth away from my cock, and wiping the saliva off her mouth with the back of her hand, she said gently "Jignesh bhai ... ab jab bhi taiyaar ho ... mere saath karne ke liye ... aap bas mujhe bata deejiyega ... main aapke liye haazir hoon..." Seeing the look of surprise on my face, she asked "Aap kaise karna chaahenge, Jignesh bhai ... main ... main aapke upar aa jaaoon ... ya aap ... aap mujhe upar se..." her voice trailed off in shame.
Pulling her towards my face by her arm, I squeezed her hand and said in a gently voice "Didi ... main ... main aapke saath aisa kucchh nahin karne waala ... aapne ab tak mere liye jo bhi kiya hai ... main uske liye aapka bahut aabhari hoon ... aapko aur kucchh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... samajh gayi aap" Hearing my words, a look of concern again came to her face. "Jignesh bhai ... aap aisa kyoon bol rahe hain ... main to aapki hoon ... kya aapko main pasand nahin aayi..." she asked, her voice almost breaking. "Oh Seema didi..." I crooned to her " ... aap ke saath ... aap ke saath karna to mera sapna hai ... aap aisa kyoon soch rahi hain ... bas yeh hai ki ... ki ... main aap ke saath aise ... is massage parlour main nahin karna chaahta..." I explained.
Seeing the apprehension still on her face, I continued "Didi ... main jaanta hoon ki aapko yeh sab karne ko Mayuri aunty ne kaha hai..." "Nahi Jignesh bhai..." she immediately protested "aisa nahi hain ... mummy ne kaha zarror thha ... lekin main aapke paas apni khushi se aayi hoon ... aapki kasam..." she pleaded, as if to convice me. Shaking my head, I said again in a firm tone "Nahin didi ... aaj nahin ... aur yahaan nahin ... aap jis din mujhe apne dil se apne paas apne ghar bulayengi ... us din main aaoonga ... aur us din main aapke saath pyaar karoonga... "To reassure her, I continued "Aap nahin jaanti ki main abhi is waqt aapko ... aapko chodne ke liye kitna tadap raha hoon ... aap hi dekhiye meri haalat..." pointing to my blood gorged throbbing cock.
With that, she melted and with a cry of "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she fell over me, her big breasts mashing against my chest, and she kissed me passionately on my mouth. I responded by holding her by her back, and plunging my tongue into her wet thick mouth and kissing her back with equal fervor. Pulling her lips away from mine, she said in a tender voice "Oh Jignesh bhai ... kamse kum ... mujhe aapko thhoda so to satisfaction dene ka mauka deejiye aaj ... kya ... kya main aapka ... aapka chhoos sakti hoon..." These are the kind of words that a man dies to hear, and I responded by groaning back "Oh yes didi ... please..." Without losing a moment, she quickly slid down to my pelvis again, and taking hold of my cock in her hands again, she slid her wet hot mouth over it again.
After wetting it with her saliva completely, she pulled my big hard shaft out of her mouth, and taking it in her hand, rubbed it all over her face. Then she quickly slid it into her waiting mouth again and began to suck on it vigorously, taking it to the depth of her mouth to such an extent that her lips touched the base of my cock with each downward push of her head. Realizing that I was about to cum any moment now, I grabbed hold of her head by her hair and gasped "Didi ... ab mera nikalne waala hai ... ab aap haath se kariye please..." Pulling her mouth off my cock with her saliva drooling down the side of her mouth, she said "Aap mere moonh mein hi kar leejiye Jignesh bhai ... please ... mujhe aapke liye kum se kum itna to karne deejiye..." I shook my head and said, "Nahin didi ... aaj nahin ... aaj aap sirf woh kariye jo aap aur customers ke liye kartin hain..."
She looked at me once again with a strange mixture of tenderness and love, and giving one last kiss to the swollen red mushroom-shaped tip of my cock, began to stroke me expertly with her hand. As the throes of my orgasm coursed through my body, I stiffened, and reaching out with my right hand, grabbed hold of her big succulent firm breasts. As she looked into my eye with love and stroked my rapidly, I began to maul her breasts by squeezing them hard, and pinching her nipples. She leaned forward to give me better access to her magnificent breasts, even as she continued to pump me, her eyes darting from my face to my cock; her lips slightly parted with arousal. She slid her left arm under my neck and cradled my head to her bosom, my face pressed to her breasts, as she continued to stroke my hard quivering cock.
Her hands were moving so rapidly on my cock now that her big heavy breasts were quivering with the effort. Her breath was coming out in shallow gasps now, and between gasps she whispered "Jignesh bhai ... aap mujhe Seema "didi" bulaate hain na ... to aap "Seema didi" ki ek baat dil mein rakhiyega please... "Seema didi" aapko dil se pyaar karti hai ... aur woh aapki daasi hai ... uska tan aur man dono aapke liye hai ... isliye aapke liye aapki "Seema didi" hamesha haazir rahegi ... aap agar mujhe aapke saath ek raat bitaane ka mauka doge ... to woh mera saubhagya hoga ... aap ka jab bhi man kare ... aap hamare ghar par aaiyega raat bitaane ko ... meri mummy bahut khush hogi aapka swaagat karne ke liye ... aur aap ki icchha ho to main aapke ghar par aa sakti hoon ... main aapko dil se pyaar karti hoon ... aur aapko poora khush kar doongi ... aapko condom lagaane ki bhi zaroorat nahi hai..."
This was more than my tortured cock could take, and with a groan I arched my back off the bed, and my cock erupted, shooting long ropey threads of my thick jism into the air as she continued to stroke me passionately. "Ohh..." she gasped, instinctively moving her breasts towards my jerking cock, allowing my hot cum to land on those round firm brown-skinned breasts of hers. As she watched my rampant cock in fascination, she angled it towards her torso so that my subsequent bursts of semen landed on her chest and dribbled down between the valley of her breasts.
As my orgasm subsided and my cock began to become limp, she squeezed the tip gently, and pressing herself to me kissed me hungrily on my mouth. "Oh Seema didi..." was all that I managed to gasp out, as I struggled to restore my breath to normalcy. Letting go off my cradled head, she gently let my head down on the pillow. Still holding on to my limp cock to prevent the oozing sperm from dribbling down to my body, she reached out with the left hand for a wet hand towel.
She then proceeded to wipe my limp penis and my belly where some of the cum had fallen with the wet towel, before using the same towel to wipe my jism off her breasts and neck. She then asked me in a tender voice "Ab main aapko hot towel se saaf karti hoon..." I just nodded my head and lay there exhausted. She placed another white turkey towel over my torso to covery my genitals, and picking up her discarded t-shirt, pulled it over her head hastily. Unlocking the door, she opened it slightly and called out "Gajra ben ... garam paani lekar aana..." before closing the door again.
Within a minute, there was a knock on the door. As Seema didi opened the door, this servant woman whose name was Gajra ben, entered the room carrying a tub of warm water and fresh white towels. Now Gajra ben was another one of the rustic peasant women living in the vicinity of our colony, which essentially belonged to the cow-herding tribes known as "rabaaris" in Gujarat.
They bred cattle, and their primary source of income was supplying milk to the nearby households. In addition, they also worked as domestic helps in the colony to augment their meager income. They were usually heavily built, and Gajra ben was no exception. She was about 46 years of age with a rustic weather-beaten face. These "rabaari" women were unusually fair, something generally not associated with tribals, and the common joke was that it was the milk business they were in that accounted for their colour.
She had thick blunt features, with a broad face and thick lips. She was not milky white like Sarla bhabhi, but in spite of spending much of her life in the outdoors; she was much fairer than Kalpana aunty or Mayuri ben. Her weather-beaten face had aged prematurely and was creased with lines, but it was her body that one just could not ignore. She was huge, almost the same size as Mayuri ben, and tied her hair in a small bun behind her head. She wore the traditional "rabaari" attire of an embroidered backless choli, a similarly colourful embroidered ghagra, and "ghungat" of sorts that covered the back of her head, and was tied to her waist. The choli was of the type that had sleeves reaching her elbows, and covered the whole of her torso right from her neck to her belly.
But the back of the choli was completely open, and it was tied together with two strings; one at the neck and one just above her hips. When they stepped outside, they pulled the "ghungat" over their heads, and so one could not see their exposed back from behind. But when inside the house, as was the case now, they usually let their ghungat down to rest on their left shoulder, so that it rested on their shoulder like a pallu of sorts, both ends being tucked into the waist of their ghagra. Though she was a couple of years younger to Mayuri ben, she looked older. Her breasts were simply massive, the size of mini footballs, and I had a hunch they were even bigger than Mayuri ben's humongous 42-D mammaries. Unrestrained by any bra inside, they simply hung like a pair of elongated melons under that embroidered full-front choli of hers, sagging considerably with the weight, but yet creating a huge protrusion under the choli owing to their sheer size.
She had a huge flabby belly too, the folds of which could be seen under the choli that covered her entire torso. As she padded into the room, her weather-beaten face creased into a wide smile upon seeing me. Placing the tub of warm water on the stool next to the bed, she folded her hands together in the traditional Indian gesture of welcome, and said "Namaste ... Jignesh saheb ... main Gajra maasi hoon ... aapko yaad nahi hoga ... par main aapke ghar par doodh dene ko aati thhi..." Embarrassed at being seen by her in this position on the bed, with just a towel covering my pelvis, I smiled weakly and said "Kem chho Gajra ben..." Still giving me that broad knowing smile, she touched my feet and raised her hand to touch her forehead, in the traditional gesture of respect. Every movement of hers caused those mammoth mammaries of her to swing gently under her choli, and I found myself looking at them in spite of myself. "Theek hoon saheb ... bas aap logon ki daya hai..." she replied, once again with a knowing smile that again embarrassed me. Turning to Seema didi, she asked "Aur kucch chaahiye, Seema ben?" "Nahin ... bas Radhika aunty ko bata do ki Jignesh saheb ka massage ho gaya hai..." she replied.
As Gajra ben left the room, Seema didi closed the door behind her. Then dipping the fresh while turkey towel in the tub of warm water, she proceed to wipe my body clean of my oil and perspiration. I lay back and enjoyed this luxurious sensation of being given a rub-down by this busty 23-year old didi. After wiping me completely clean, she liberally applied some talcum powder to my body, and then stood back. "Thank you, Seema didi..." I said with a warm smile and reached out for my briefs which she was holding for me. As I was pulling on my clothes, she asked in a hesitant voice, "Jignesh bhai ... jab Radhika aunty aapko poochhegi ki massage kaisa laga ... to ... to aap kya bolenge?" Taking her hand in mine, I pulled her to me and said "Main yeh boloongo ki mujhe aisa experience kabhi nahi milaa hai..."
She smiled at that, and said "Main aapk ek aur baat boloon, Jignesh bhai?" As I nodded my assent, she continued "Aapko Radhika aunty jab poochegi to aap yeh bolna ki aap yahaan dubara zaroor aayenge ... aur ... aur ... baki ladkiyon se bhi ... matlab Sushma aur Aarti se bhi massage lenge..." Pausing for minute, she resumed "Aarti bahut acchi ladki hai Jignesh bhai ... woh aapko khush kar degi ... aur us bechairi ko paiseo ki zaroorat hai ... aur woh Sushma ... woh paisa to kamaati hai hum dono se zyaada ... par agar aapne usko nahi bulaya to ... to woh mera yahaan par kaam karna mushkil kar degi ... aap ... aap samajh rahe ho na, Jignesh bhai?" Squeezing her hands reassuringly, I replied "Of course, I understand didi..."
"Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai..." Seema didi exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the lips again. As her big breasts pressed to my chest again, I cupped her face in my hands and said softly "Seema didi ... ab aapse bhi ek request hai ... kya main poochoon?" "Haan, Jignesh bhai..." she replied with a little bit of surprise. "Main jaane se pehle ek baar aapke khoobsoorat breasts ko kiss karna chaahta hoon..." I said to her in a whisper. "Oh Jignesh bhai ... aap bhi na..." she exclaimed, blushing profusely. "Maina kaha na, Jignesh bhai ... mera yeh badan aapke liye hi hai..." she whispered, even as she slowly hooked her fingers under her t-shirt and pulled them up to bare her gorgeous full round heavy breasts to me again.
As she stood their submissively, holding up her black t-shirt above her breasts, offering me her delicious breasts, I groaned "Oh Seema didi..." Reaching out to cup her breasts with both my hands, I bent forward and kissed them, running my tongue over her nipples and sucking on both of them alternately; rubbing my face and cheeks all over them. She sighed and cradled my face gently. Taking my right hand in hers, she guided it to under her skirt, and pressing her moist vagina to my palm, whispered in my ears "Dekhiye Jignesh bhai ... main ... main aapke liye kitni geeli hoon ... main bhi ... main bhi tadap rahi hoon aapko mere andar lene ke liye..." Caressing her vulva with my thumb, and sliding my middle finger inside her most lightly-haired pussy, I whispered to her "Main next time aapko milne ka intazaar karoonga, Seema didi..."
As we parted, I reached out for my wallet, and extracting a 1,000/- rupee note, pressed it into her hand. Before she could say anything, "Didi ... aap please kucch mat boliye ... yeh main aapko ek customer ke haisiyat se nahi ... ek dost ki haisiyat se de raha hoon ... shagun ke liye ... meri dua hai ki aapko saari mushkile door ho jaayen..." She was speechless for a moment, and I could see her eyes water immediately. Clasping my hand, she kissed it profusely, and then looking up at my face with gratitude, began to say something. Then, as if not sure of what to say, she just shook her head, and lowered her head.
I reached out and pulled her towards me in a warm embrace, and just held her like that for a while, her head resting against my shoulders. "Aap kucch mat boliye didi ... bas aapki mummy ko aur Radhia aunty ko kucch mat bolna iske baare mein..." I said to her gently. She just nodded her head, and wiping her eyes, smiled at me. With this, we parted with one last kiss. She told me that she wanted to to go to the bathroom to "clean" herself as well, and asked me to get myself tidied and head downstairs. After she left the room, as I was combing my hair, Gajra ben came into the room again to pick up the used towels and the tub.
As I watched her in the reflection of the mirror, I saw her pick up the tub and then wait in the room hesitantly, as if to say something to me. She glanced once at the door to see if anyone was there, and then placed the tub back on the floor again. As she straightened, I turned around to face her. She picked up the keys of my bike from where I had left it on the night stand, and handing it to me, said "Aap ki chaabi, Jignesh saheb..." "Thank you, Gajra ben..." I said with a smile, taking the keys from her hand. "Saheb..." she began hesitantly, a warm smile on face, "aur kucchh seva ki zaroorat ho to ... to aap Gajra ben ko zaroor yaad karna ... ab to aap hamaare se doodh bhi nahi lete ho..." Smiling, I pulled out my wallet again, and extracting a 100/- rupee note, pressed it to her hand, saying "Yeh meri taraf se tumhare liye baksheesh hai, Gajra ben ... aur tum kal se mere ghar par doodh lekar aana ... main packet wala doodh lena band kar doonga ... ab tum khush ho na..."
A look of surprise, followed my immense joy flooded her face, and bowing to me repeatedly she gushed "Oh ... oh saheb ... aapne to hum gareeb ki dua sun li hai ... main aapko hamara sabse taaza doodh laakar doongi kal se ... bahut bahut aabhari hoon main aapki..." Then as if unsure of what to do, her blunt weather-beaten face still beaming, she quickly stooped down and touched my feet again. "Arre ... aisa mat karo Gajra ben ... aap to mere se umar mein badi ho..." I exclaimed, pulling her up by her thick fleshy arms. "Nahin nahin saheb ... aap to hamaare maalik ho..." she said, again clasping my hands and taking it to her lips to kiss it.
Hearing Seema didi coming out of the bathroom, she quickly tucked in the note I had given her into the hidden pocket of her choli, and with a furtive smile left the room. Just as I finished combing my hair and was putting on my sandals, the other servant girl named Rambha came into the room carrying a tray with a cup of tea on it. Coming towards me with an embarrassed toothy grin, she said "Saheb ... aapke liye chai..." I took the proferred cup from the tray and began to sip on it. She just stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with her pallu, and stealing glances at me. Once or twice, when I caught her eye, she looked away hastily. Sipping on my tea, I beckoned to her to come towards me. She approached me with a look of apprehension on her face, but yet trying to smile.
Placing the half empty cup on the night-stand beside the bed, I said to her "Rambha, tu kya sirf mujhe chai hi pilaayegi?" My question caught her off-guard, and she stuttered before managing to say "Kya matlab saheb ... main kucch samjhi nahin ... woh Radhika madam ne bola isliye main aapke liye chai lekar aayi ... aapko kucch aur chahiye kya saheb?" "Haan ... mujhe kucch aur chaahiye..." I replied enigmatically, as I watched her consciously fidget with her mouth in an attempt to hide her protruding buck teeth. "Kya chaahiye saheb..." she managed to ask tentatively. In response, I reached out with my left hand, and grabbing her by her incredibly wide and big ass, pulled her roughly towards me.
With a yelp of surprise, she almost fell against me, and only managed to prevent herself from tripping over by grabbing my shoulder. I was sitting on the elevated bed in the room, my legs dangling below, and she was now right in between my legs. It was evident from this 23-year old Rajasthani servant girl's demeanour that she was no stranger to sexual liasions with men. She quickly threw a furtive glance to the door to check that no one was there, and then clasping her mouth, giggled like a teenage girl. "Arre, kya kar rahe ho saheb..." she said in a low voice, still smiling. "Abhi bataata hoon..." I said gruffly, and raising my right hand, slid it under the pallu. Cupping her firm conical 32-B breast through her blouse I said in a low firm tone "Yeh chaahiye mujhe ... degi tu?"
She yelped again as my fingers squeezed her firm tit flesh, but she did not make any attempt to free herself. Clasping her hands to her mouth again, she giggled again and said "Oh saheb ... abhi koi dekh lega ... mujhe naukri se nikaal denge..." I smiled slowly, and extracting a 100/- rupee note from my wallet, slid it into the deep neck of her yellow blouse. "Kal dopahar ko teen baje ... mere ghar par aa jaana..." I said to her in a low tone. A big smile split her face at the sight of the money, and displaying her buck-teeth, she said between giggles "Aa jaaoongi saheb..." I was feeling rather sadistic at the moment, and so squeezing her wide ass with my other hand, I asked her "Teri choot to saaf hai na..." Nothing seemed to faze this village slut, and with another giggle she said "Main kal wahaan baal saaf karke aaoongi saheb..." Disappointed that I was not able to scare her, I said gruffly again "Chal apna ghagra upar kar ... aur mujhe apni choot dikha ... agar mujhe pasand nahi aaya to main tujhe nahi chodoonga..."
This did the trick, and for the first time, I saw a look of apprehension on her face. Her eyes widened and the grin disappeared from her ugly toothy face. Throwing a furtive glance again to the door, she took a step back, and without a word began to pull her ghagra up her legs. As I had said earlier, inspite of her rather unpleasant face, she was gifted with an amazing ripe body. She pulled up her ghagra to reveal a pair of strong brown legs and shapely thighs. Still looking at me with wide scared eyes, she held up her ghagra with one hand, and slid her fingers inside the waist of her cheap white panties. With her fingers she slid down her panty to reveal a hairy bush that covered most of her pussy.
As I gazed at the dark mound of her hairy pussy, she said in a faltering voice "Kal main saare baal saaf karke aaoongi saheb..." Without a word, I pushed my hand to her vagina, and parting the thick thatch of pubic hair with my fingers, slid one finger inside her tight cunt. She was not sufficiently wet, and I was sure it would have hurt her. But to her credit, she just bit her lip, and let out a soft, almost inaudible moan. I rotated my finger inside her tight cunt, feeling the depths and folds of her pussy.
She was waiting with a scared expression on her face as I subjected her to a humiliating pussy inspection. Finally, I pulled my finger out and said to her "Nahin ... isko poora saaf mat karna ... bus thhoda kaichi se trim karna ... samajh gayi..." Nodding her head submissively, with relief washing over her face, she replied meekly "Jee saheb..." Satisfied, I let go of her. Picking up my unfinished cup of tea, I allowed a slow smile to come on my face, and said to her in a milder tone "Chal theek hai ... ab tu jaa ... kal teen baje aa jaana..." She folded her hands together in submission, and mumbling her thanks, left the room.
I headed downstairs to the living room after making myself presentable. Seema didi was no where to be seen, but Radhika aunty was sitting in the couch reading some women's magazine. Upon seeing me, she stood up quickly and said "Arre Jignesh beta ... itni jaldi aa gaye tum ... kya hua beta ... tumhe massage pasand nahi aaya kya?" With an embarrassed smile, I replied "Nahin Radhika ji ... aisi koi baat nahin hai ... bas..." Taking my arm, she led me to the sofa, and sitting down beside me, placing her arm on my thigh, asked "Sharmaao nahi beta ... aunty ko khul kar bataao ... tumhe Seema ne acchhi service nahin di kya..." "Nahin aunty ... aisi koi baat nahin hai ... mere liye to yeh pehli baar thha ... mujhe bahut acchha laga ... aur mujhe Seema didi se koi shikaayat nahi hai..." I replied, still embarrassed at the open way she was talking about my massage session.
She looked intently at my face as if to ascertain whether I was telling the truth, and then nodding her head slowly, smiled. "Main samajh gayi beta ... Seema ko tum jaante ho is liye tum khul kar enjoy nahi kar paaye..." she said, caressing my thigh gently. I just shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. "Koi baat nahin beta ... yeh to sirf Mayuri ben ke kehne par maine Seema ko bheja thha tumari service ke liye ... kal tum phir aana beta ... kal Radhika aunty tumhare liye ek aur special massage arrange karwaayegi ... woh tumhare liye aunty ki taraf se complimentary hoga ... theek hai beta?" she said with an endearing smile, as if tryng to make amends for something. "Oh aunty ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai..." I protested.
With a smile, she slid closer to me, so that her thighs were touching mine. Placing her left arm around my back on my shoulder, she caressed my thigh with her right hand again, and said with a knowing smile "Beta ... aunty ko sab pata hai ki hamaare Jignesh bete ki kya zarooratein hain ... isliye aunty se sharmaane ki koi zaroorat nahi hain..." The position in which she was sitting on my right side, her ample breasts under the saree were pressing against my shoulder. Taking my hand in hers, she continued "Accha beta ... bataao tumhe hamaari baaki do ladkiyon mein se kaun zyaada pasand aayi ... Sushma ... ya Aarti?" Embarrassed, I just managed a shy smile and mumbled something incomprehensible. "Bolo na beta ... aunty so khulkar bolo..." she encouraged me, leaning towards me closer, causing her heavy breasts to press against my arms again.
In spite of just having got my rocks off, I was beginning to get aroused again. And the way she was sitting by my side, twisted sideways slightly, her left arm around my shoulders, and her right hand resting on my thigh, the pallu of her saree had slipped off her shoulders partly, and had come to rest on her elbow. She was making no attempt to pull her pallu back; instead looking at my face with a smile, and I had a clear view of the deep v-neck of her red & blue sleeveless blouse, with the deep cleavage caused by her mature heavy breasts pressed together inside the blouse. I could make out the outlines of some expensive frilly-bra she was wearing under the bra.
From the size of it, I estimated that her breasts were a 36-C. The bra was definitely not a padded one, and yet from the feel of it against my arm, I knew they were very firm & heavy breasts; quite unlike the soft pliant breasts of my darling Sarla bhabhi; though not as big & firm as my dear Kalpana aunty. Suddenly I realized that she had asked me a question, and instead I was looking at her blouse and breasts visible to me. Embarrassed, I jerked my head up to look at her, only to realize that she was watching me quietly with a knowing smile on her face. "Umm ... aunty..." I mumbled, not knowing what to say.
Then with a deep breath, I gathered my courage, and said to her "Aunty ... woh dono ladkiyaan bahut acchhi hai ... par..." "Par kya, beta..." she prompted when I paused. "Par ... mujhe sabse acchhi ... aap lagti hai..." I finished, putting on a sufficiently embarrassed tone to my voice. Hearing my words, a slow smile came to her voice, and after a pause, she squeezed my thigh and asked in a husky voice "Tum sach bol rahe ho beta ... ya aunty ka mazaak uda rahe ho..." Playing the shy collegeboy role to perfection, I hung my head and said in a small voice "Main sach bol raha hoon aunty..." She reached out with her right hand, and touching my cheek, turned my face towards her. "Tumhe in jawaan ladkiyon se zyaada aunty pasand hai beta..." she asked again in a pleasantly surprised voice. I just nodded my head dumbly.
"Oh beta..." she crooned, and pulled me towards her with her left hand on my shoulder. She dropped her right hand to my lap again, and placing it gently on the slight bulge of my cock inside my track-pants, she said "Bahut saal ho gaye beta ... ki kisi ne tumhari Radhika aunty ko is nazar se dekha hai ... tumne mujhe aaj bahut khush kar diya hai beta ... main waada karti hoon ki kal jab tum aaoge ... to main khud hi tumhe service doongi ... aur beta ... main tumhe aisa service doongi ki tum aunty ko yaad rakhoge..." Hearing this words, my cock twitched a little inside my briefs, and she felt the slight movement. She quickly pressed her hand to the bulge, and whispered "Oh beta ... tum to abhi se..." leaving her sentence unfinished, a seductive smile on those deliciously thick red lips of hers. At that moment, we heard someone coming down the stairs, and she quickly removed her hand.
As I stood up, the other two girls, Sushma and Aarti came into the room. On a sudden impulse, I pulled out my wallet, and turning to Radhika aunty said "Aunty ji ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to main Aarti aur Sushma ko ek chhoti si bhet dena chaahta hoon ... main aaj yahaan pehli baar aaya hoon na ... isliye inse kahiye ki yeh meri taraf se sweekar kar le..." As I pulled out two 500/- rupee notes from my wallet, Radhika aunty started to say "Arre beta ... iski koi zaroorat nahi hai..." Turning to her with my back to the two girls, I looked at her intently and said "Please aunty..." She got the message and smiled warmly; and looking at the girls said "Accha beta ... Jignesh ji jab itne pyaar se de rahe hain to tumhe mana nahi karna chaahiye..."
I approached Sushma first, and looking at her surprised face with a smile, pressed the 500/- rupee note into her hand. She recovered in a moment, and accepting the money with both hands, said "Thank you Jignesh ji..." a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Main ummeed karoongi ki aap jab next time aaye to mujhe aapki service karne ka mauka de..." she said in a seductive tone. I just smiled and winked at her. Turning to the rather shy Aarti, I pressed the other note into her hand. She was still recovering from the surprise, and just accepted the money in stunned silence, her eyes darting from Radhika aunty to Sushma, as if seeking their approval. "Le lo, beta..." Radhika aunty urged her.
Finally she looked at me gratefully with those big brown eyes of hers, and stammered "Thank ... thank you, Jignesh ji..." I just smiled at her warmly in return. Just at that moment, Seema didi entered the room, and suddently there was an awkward silence in the room. To break the silence, I turned to her with a smile and said "Accha Seema didi ... to main chalta hoon..." She just smiled awkwardly at me, and nodded her head. Turning to leave, I stopped near Radhika aunty, and she said with a smile "To beta ... kal hum tumhara intazaar karenge..." I smiled back at her and said "Ji aunty ji..." With that, I closed the door behind me and left the house.
Getting on to the bike, I decided to stop over at Mayuri ben's place and give her an update. It was nearing 3:30 pm and I wanted to catch her alone at her house, before her daughter Amisha returned from college. Reaching her place, I parked the bike and rang the bell. After a minute, she called out from inside "Kaun hai?" in a rather irritated tone. "Main hoon, Jignesh ... Mayuri aunty" I replied. There was a bustle behind the door, and she opened it in a few seconds. "Oh Jignesh beta ... tum ho ... main so rahi thhi..." she said in an apologetic tone as she opened the door. "Sorry aunty ... maine aapko disturb kiya ... mai bas aise hi aaya thha..." I said with an apologetic smile as well. "Arre beta ... aisa mat bolo ... tumhare liye to aunty ka darwaaza hamesha khula hai..." she said quickly with a warm smile, and taking my hand led me inside.
Her face was still swollen from sleep, and she had hastily tied a small elastic band on her hair in a pony. She was dressed an old housegown with buttons in the front upto her waist, and from the way her massive boobs swung freely inside the gown as she led me to the sofa, I could make out that she was not wearing a bra. "Aao beta ... baitho..." she said, as she cleared some newspapers that were strewn on the sofa. As she bent forward to clear the newspapers, I could help but once again marvel at that humungous ass of hers under the gown.
"Tum baitho beta ... main zara mooh dhokar aati hoon..." she said, as she waddled into the kitchen, her massive ass swaying under the gown. The gown was a few inches short of her ankles, and one could see the white petticoat she was wearing under the gown. After a few moments, she reappeared, wiping her face with a small towel. "Tum kya loge beta ... chai ya coffee..." she asked as she came in. "No aunty, thank you ... I just had tea at Radhika aunty's place..." I replied. "Acchha ... to main tumhare liye thhoda nimbu sharbat banaaoon beta..." she asked. "Ok aunty..." I replied with a laugh. As she padded into the kitchen, I followed her. As she was squeezing the lemons to make the lime juice, she asked "To beta ... aaj tumko Seema ne khush kiya ke nahi?" I pretended to be ashamed, and with an embarrassed smile replied "Oh aunty ... main kya boloon ... Seema didi bahut acchhi hai..."
She laughed upon hearing that. "Acchha mujhe bataao beta ... usne tumhari acchhe se seva kin a ... tumko pura satisfaction diya na beta usne..." Seeing my discomfort, she prompted "Aunty se kya sharmaana beta ... bolo..." "Hmm ... haan aunty..." I replied in a shy tone. "Tumko uske ball acchhe lage beta?" she asked me with a mischevious smile. I was shocked on hearing this. The mature 48-year old Mayuri ben was asking me if I liked her 23-year old daughter's tits! With a twinkle in her eyes and a naughty smile, she continued "Uske ball mere se tight hai na, beta ... tumko acchhe lage na?" "Haan aunty..." I managed to reply "par mujhe ... aapke zyaada pasand hai..." I finished, giving her an embarrassed smile. Hearing this, she beamed "Oh dikra ... tum sach mein bahut sweet ho..." she said smiling " ... tum acchhi tarah se jaante ho aunty ko khush karna..."
"Nahin aunty ... aisi baat nahi hai..." I protested. Dismissing my protest, she continued "Accha beta ... usne tumhare auzaar ko apne ball ke beech mein liya ke nahi?" This conversation was getting incredulous now. I couldn't believe how a woman could talk about her own daughter in such a brazen manner. But from her expression, I realized that she was not trying to tease me, but genuinely curious to know if her daughter had done a good job or not. "Umm ... haan aunty..." I mumbled. Adding some water to the squeezed lime, she queried in a matter of fact tone "Aur ... usne tumhara moonh mein liya ki nahi beta?" Once again, I just about managed to mumble her assent. "Hmm ... aur phir usne tumhare upar chadhkar tumko apne andar liya na beta?" she continued, as if asking questions to one of her tuition students.
She was looking expectantly at my face now, and I managed to reply "Umm ... aunty ... nahin..." Her face registered annoyance, and she pipped "Nahin kyun ... arre maine usko acchhe se instruction diya thha ki kya karna hai..." shaking her head. "Nahin aunty ... Seema didi par gussa mat hona aap ... maine hi didi ko kuchh aur karne se mana kiya..." I stated. "Oh..." she responded. "To kya tumne usko choda nahi beta?" she asked in a surprised tone. I just shook my head in the negative, and said "Aunty ... please ... mujhe Seema didi bahut acchhi lagi ... par main unke saath wahaan par woh sab nahin karna chaahta thha ... maine didi se kahaa ki main Mayuri aunty se permission loonga ... aur phir ek din Seema didi ke saath raat bitaaoonga..." I said in a contrite tone.
Hearing my words, a look of warmth and understanding came to her face, and she said "Beta ... tum sach mein dil ke bahut acchhe ho ... tumhe aunty se permission lene ki kya zaroorat ... main aur meri beti dono hi to tumhare liye hai..." I just smiled my thanks and did not respond. Finished with making the lime juice, she handed me the glass. As I drank the cool lime juice, she watched me fondly. Once I finished, she came closer to me to take the glass from my hand. Taking the glass from me, she pressed her belly to me and touching me on my cheek with her other hand, said "Beta ... tumhe pata hai na ki aunty tumhaare liye hamesha haazir hai ... aur beta ... ab tumhe jab chaahiye tab Seema bhi tumhaare liye haazir rahegi..." My cock which was beginning to overcome its fatigue, stirred in my undies, and the fact that she was pressing her ample belly to my crotch was not helping either. She had placed her free hand on my waist, and was looking up at my face with a knowing smile on her face. It was an incredible feeling to have a mature buxom 48-year old woman, her hair beginning to gray at the temples and a pair of old-fashioned spectacles perched on her nose; trying to seduce you.
The top two buttons of her gown were open, and in this position I could see the deep cleavage formed by her mammoth breasts dangling free inside the gown. The gown was stretched across her mountainous tits, and I could clearly see the outline of her thick nipples protruding through the worn cotton of her gown. Noticing my gaze, she asked me in a low voice "Beta ... kya Seema ne tumhara ... tumhara paani nahi nikala?" Shell-shocked, I could only muster "Uhh ... haan ... haan aunty ... aap aisa kyun pooch rahe ho?" With a little laugh, she replied "Nahi ... kucch nahi ... bas aise hi pooch rahi thhi..." smiling mischievously. I realized she was obviously asking this since she could feel my stiffening cock against her ample belly.
Still smiling, looking up at me, she slid her hand down between us, and gently squeezing my slowly growing cock through my track-pants continued "Lagta hai ki aunty ko kucchh karna padega ... idhar to koi ab bhi bekaraar hai..." Deciding that there was no holding back now, I cupped her massive tits through the thin gown, and squeezing them said "Kya karoon aunty ... jab bhi aapko dekhta hoon to aisa hi hota hai..." "Oh Jignesh beta..." she said huskily, and with a groan pulled my face towards hers and kissed me on my mouth. Slipping my other hand behind her and placing it on her massive ass, I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and kissed her back hard. Kissing her, I simultaneously began to squeeze her massive breasts through the gown, pinching the big nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
She pulled her mouth off mine, and turned around to place the empty glass on the kitchen platform. As her back was towards me, I embraced her from behind, wrapping my arms around her big flabby belly, and pressing my hardening cock to that huge ass of hers. Twisting her head sideways, she asked me brazenly, a teasing tone to her voice "Beta, do you want to fuck your Mayuri aunty now?" I mumbled my assent, and placing my chin on her shoulder, ran my tongue over her earlobes. "Ooohhh..." she moaned "you are really making me hot now, beta..." I laughed inwardly, thinking about how much bull-shit she fed me just to massage my ego.
"Acchha ... let me atleast finish washing these vessels beta ... then we can go to the bedroom" she said laughing. "No aunty ... I want to do it with you right now ... right here..." I said hoarsely, sliding my hands up to her massive mammaries and squeezing them hard. I quickly began to open the remaining buttons of her gown, which went right down to her belly and then sliding my right hand inside the gown began to knead the humungous fleshy mass of her right breast. She responded by pressing my hand further to her breast and grinding her big ass on my rapidly hardening cock. Slipping my other hand too inside the gown, I hefted both of her mammaries in my hand and squeezed them together. As I pulled her big brown nipples, she said huskily "Don't you want to suck on aunty's breasts today, beta?" "Oh yes, aunty" ... I groaned.
She twisted around sideways to face me, and shoving her hand inside the open front of her gown, pulled out her right teat. Pulling the open neck of her gown sideways, she let her humongous tit hang out in the open. In spite of having seen them before, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of her mammaries. They hung down on her chest like a big ripe jack fruit. Cupping them with the palm of her right hand, she hefted it up, and presented it to me proudly. "Lo beta ... choose isko ... yeh tumhare liye hi hai..." she said with a hint of pride in her voice.
Gone was her inhibition and she was brazen in her exhibition to me. I took a step back and admired the view of this mature 48-year old Mayuri ben standing in the kitchen of her house, her gown open fully from the front, hefting up one of her massive tits, and offering it to me to suck on. With a groan, I reached out for it and cupping it with both my hands, clamped my mouth on it. Her single breast was big enough to be held with both my hands, and as I tried to suck in the mature flesh of her boob, she encouraged me by grabbing hold of my head and pushing my mouth into it. Her other hand had slipped in between us, and she was now wantonly squeezing my fully erect cock through the fabric of my track-pant and underwear.
As I sucked on her huge breast like a maniac, she hissed "Tum doosre waale ko akela hi chhodoge kya beta?" "Aunty ... baahar nikalo usko bhi..." I hissed back, chewing on the proffered nipple which had grown to the size of my toe-finger now and flicking my tongue across it. With a smile, she quickly slid her left hand inside the open front of her gown and pulled out the other tit also. In spite of her gown being the type which had buttons going all the way from her neck to her waist, it was with difficulty that she managed to pull out the other one as well.
To Be Continued
She then began to suck on my cock with a practiced bobbing motion of her head, without holding on to the shaft with her hands. Her tongue lashed and tickled the tip and underside of my cock as she sucked on my cock in earnest, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she tried her best to take my cock deeper into her throat without gagging. Her hands were busy too, fondling my swollen balls, as if coaxing the semen out of my shaft. The unrestricted and loving way in which she was sucking on my cock was evident by the way her saliva dribbled freely from the sides of her mouth, and slid down the length of my shaft. She was letting out low throaty moans as she bobbed her head up and down, swallowing my rock hard cock into the depths of her throat.
At this rate, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, and not wanting to cum in her mouth on my very first session with her, I grabbed hold of her head, and whispered urgently "Didi ... bas ... nahin to mera nikal jaayega..." Hearing this, she slowly pulled her thick lipped mouth away from my cock, and wiping the saliva off her mouth with the back of her hand, she said gently "Jignesh bhai ... ab jab bhi taiyaar ho ... mere saath karne ke liye ... aap bas mujhe bata deejiyega ... main aapke liye haazir hoon..." Seeing the look of surprise on my face, she asked "Aap kaise karna chaahenge, Jignesh bhai ... main ... main aapke upar aa jaaoon ... ya aap ... aap mujhe upar se..." her voice trailed off in shame.
Pulling her towards my face by her arm, I squeezed her hand and said in a gently voice "Didi ... main ... main aapke saath aisa kucchh nahin karne waala ... aapne ab tak mere liye jo bhi kiya hai ... main uske liye aapka bahut aabhari hoon ... aapko aur kucchh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... samajh gayi aap" Hearing my words, a look of concern again came to her face. "Jignesh bhai ... aap aisa kyoon bol rahe hain ... main to aapki hoon ... kya aapko main pasand nahin aayi..." she asked, her voice almost breaking. "Oh Seema didi..." I crooned to her " ... aap ke saath ... aap ke saath karna to mera sapna hai ... aap aisa kyoon soch rahi hain ... bas yeh hai ki ... ki ... main aap ke saath aise ... is massage parlour main nahin karna chaahta..." I explained.
Seeing the apprehension still on her face, I continued "Didi ... main jaanta hoon ki aapko yeh sab karne ko Mayuri aunty ne kaha hai..." "Nahi Jignesh bhai..." she immediately protested "aisa nahi hain ... mummy ne kaha zarror thha ... lekin main aapke paas apni khushi se aayi hoon ... aapki kasam..." she pleaded, as if to convice me. Shaking my head, I said again in a firm tone "Nahin didi ... aaj nahin ... aur yahaan nahin ... aap jis din mujhe apne dil se apne paas apne ghar bulayengi ... us din main aaoonga ... aur us din main aapke saath pyaar karoonga... "To reassure her, I continued "Aap nahin jaanti ki main abhi is waqt aapko ... aapko chodne ke liye kitna tadap raha hoon ... aap hi dekhiye meri haalat..." pointing to my blood gorged throbbing cock.
With that, she melted and with a cry of "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she fell over me, her big breasts mashing against my chest, and she kissed me passionately on my mouth. I responded by holding her by her back, and plunging my tongue into her wet thick mouth and kissing her back with equal fervor. Pulling her lips away from mine, she said in a tender voice "Oh Jignesh bhai ... kamse kum ... mujhe aapko thhoda so to satisfaction dene ka mauka deejiye aaj ... kya ... kya main aapka ... aapka chhoos sakti hoon..." These are the kind of words that a man dies to hear, and I responded by groaning back "Oh yes didi ... please..." Without losing a moment, she quickly slid down to my pelvis again, and taking hold of my cock in her hands again, she slid her wet hot mouth over it again.
After wetting it with her saliva completely, she pulled my big hard shaft out of her mouth, and taking it in her hand, rubbed it all over her face. Then she quickly slid it into her waiting mouth again and began to suck on it vigorously, taking it to the depth of her mouth to such an extent that her lips touched the base of my cock with each downward push of her head. Realizing that I was about to cum any moment now, I grabbed hold of her head by her hair and gasped "Didi ... ab mera nikalne waala hai ... ab aap haath se kariye please..." Pulling her mouth off my cock with her saliva drooling down the side of her mouth, she said "Aap mere moonh mein hi kar leejiye Jignesh bhai ... please ... mujhe aapke liye kum se kum itna to karne deejiye..." I shook my head and said, "Nahin didi ... aaj nahin ... aaj aap sirf woh kariye jo aap aur customers ke liye kartin hain..."
She looked at me once again with a strange mixture of tenderness and love, and giving one last kiss to the swollen red mushroom-shaped tip of my cock, began to stroke me expertly with her hand. As the throes of my orgasm coursed through my body, I stiffened, and reaching out with my right hand, grabbed hold of her big succulent firm breasts. As she looked into my eye with love and stroked my rapidly, I began to maul her breasts by squeezing them hard, and pinching her nipples. She leaned forward to give me better access to her magnificent breasts, even as she continued to pump me, her eyes darting from my face to my cock; her lips slightly parted with arousal. She slid her left arm under my neck and cradled my head to her bosom, my face pressed to her breasts, as she continued to stroke my hard quivering cock.
Her hands were moving so rapidly on my cock now that her big heavy breasts were quivering with the effort. Her breath was coming out in shallow gasps now, and between gasps she whispered "Jignesh bhai ... aap mujhe Seema "didi" bulaate hain na ... to aap "Seema didi" ki ek baat dil mein rakhiyega please... "Seema didi" aapko dil se pyaar karti hai ... aur woh aapki daasi hai ... uska tan aur man dono aapke liye hai ... isliye aapke liye aapki "Seema didi" hamesha haazir rahegi ... aap agar mujhe aapke saath ek raat bitaane ka mauka doge ... to woh mera saubhagya hoga ... aap ka jab bhi man kare ... aap hamare ghar par aaiyega raat bitaane ko ... meri mummy bahut khush hogi aapka swaagat karne ke liye ... aur aap ki icchha ho to main aapke ghar par aa sakti hoon ... main aapko dil se pyaar karti hoon ... aur aapko poora khush kar doongi ... aapko condom lagaane ki bhi zaroorat nahi hai..."
This was more than my tortured cock could take, and with a groan I arched my back off the bed, and my cock erupted, shooting long ropey threads of my thick jism into the air as she continued to stroke me passionately. "Ohh..." she gasped, instinctively moving her breasts towards my jerking cock, allowing my hot cum to land on those round firm brown-skinned breasts of hers. As she watched my rampant cock in fascination, she angled it towards her torso so that my subsequent bursts of semen landed on her chest and dribbled down between the valley of her breasts.
As my orgasm subsided and my cock began to become limp, she squeezed the tip gently, and pressing herself to me kissed me hungrily on my mouth. "Oh Seema didi..." was all that I managed to gasp out, as I struggled to restore my breath to normalcy. Letting go off my cradled head, she gently let my head down on the pillow. Still holding on to my limp cock to prevent the oozing sperm from dribbling down to my body, she reached out with the left hand for a wet hand towel.
She then proceeded to wipe my limp penis and my belly where some of the cum had fallen with the wet towel, before using the same towel to wipe my jism off her breasts and neck. She then asked me in a tender voice "Ab main aapko hot towel se saaf karti hoon..." I just nodded my head and lay there exhausted. She placed another white turkey towel over my torso to covery my genitals, and picking up her discarded t-shirt, pulled it over her head hastily. Unlocking the door, she opened it slightly and called out "Gajra ben ... garam paani lekar aana..." before closing the door again.
Within a minute, there was a knock on the door. As Seema didi opened the door, this servant woman whose name was Gajra ben, entered the room carrying a tub of warm water and fresh white towels. Now Gajra ben was another one of the rustic peasant women living in the vicinity of our colony, which essentially belonged to the cow-herding tribes known as "rabaaris" in Gujarat.
They bred cattle, and their primary source of income was supplying milk to the nearby households. In addition, they also worked as domestic helps in the colony to augment their meager income. They were usually heavily built, and Gajra ben was no exception. She was about 46 years of age with a rustic weather-beaten face. These "rabaari" women were unusually fair, something generally not associated with tribals, and the common joke was that it was the milk business they were in that accounted for their colour.
She had thick blunt features, with a broad face and thick lips. She was not milky white like Sarla bhabhi, but in spite of spending much of her life in the outdoors; she was much fairer than Kalpana aunty or Mayuri ben. Her weather-beaten face had aged prematurely and was creased with lines, but it was her body that one just could not ignore. She was huge, almost the same size as Mayuri ben, and tied her hair in a small bun behind her head. She wore the traditional "rabaari" attire of an embroidered backless choli, a similarly colourful embroidered ghagra, and "ghungat" of sorts that covered the back of her head, and was tied to her waist. The choli was of the type that had sleeves reaching her elbows, and covered the whole of her torso right from her neck to her belly.
But the back of the choli was completely open, and it was tied together with two strings; one at the neck and one just above her hips. When they stepped outside, they pulled the "ghungat" over their heads, and so one could not see their exposed back from behind. But when inside the house, as was the case now, they usually let their ghungat down to rest on their left shoulder, so that it rested on their shoulder like a pallu of sorts, both ends being tucked into the waist of their ghagra. Though she was a couple of years younger to Mayuri ben, she looked older. Her breasts were simply massive, the size of mini footballs, and I had a hunch they were even bigger than Mayuri ben's humongous 42-D mammaries. Unrestrained by any bra inside, they simply hung like a pair of elongated melons under that embroidered full-front choli of hers, sagging considerably with the weight, but yet creating a huge protrusion under the choli owing to their sheer size.
She had a huge flabby belly too, the folds of which could be seen under the choli that covered her entire torso. As she padded into the room, her weather-beaten face creased into a wide smile upon seeing me. Placing the tub of warm water on the stool next to the bed, she folded her hands together in the traditional Indian gesture of welcome, and said "Namaste ... Jignesh saheb ... main Gajra maasi hoon ... aapko yaad nahi hoga ... par main aapke ghar par doodh dene ko aati thhi..." Embarrassed at being seen by her in this position on the bed, with just a towel covering my pelvis, I smiled weakly and said "Kem chho Gajra ben..." Still giving me that broad knowing smile, she touched my feet and raised her hand to touch her forehead, in the traditional gesture of respect. Every movement of hers caused those mammoth mammaries of her to swing gently under her choli, and I found myself looking at them in spite of myself. "Theek hoon saheb ... bas aap logon ki daya hai..." she replied, once again with a knowing smile that again embarrassed me. Turning to Seema didi, she asked "Aur kucch chaahiye, Seema ben?" "Nahin ... bas Radhika aunty ko bata do ki Jignesh saheb ka massage ho gaya hai..." she replied.
As Gajra ben left the room, Seema didi closed the door behind her. Then dipping the fresh while turkey towel in the tub of warm water, she proceed to wipe my body clean of my oil and perspiration. I lay back and enjoyed this luxurious sensation of being given a rub-down by this busty 23-year old didi. After wiping me completely clean, she liberally applied some talcum powder to my body, and then stood back. "Thank you, Seema didi..." I said with a warm smile and reached out for my briefs which she was holding for me. As I was pulling on my clothes, she asked in a hesitant voice, "Jignesh bhai ... jab Radhika aunty aapko poochhegi ki massage kaisa laga ... to ... to aap kya bolenge?" Taking her hand in mine, I pulled her to me and said "Main yeh boloongo ki mujhe aisa experience kabhi nahi milaa hai..."
She smiled at that, and said "Main aapk ek aur baat boloon, Jignesh bhai?" As I nodded my assent, she continued "Aapko Radhika aunty jab poochegi to aap yeh bolna ki aap yahaan dubara zaroor aayenge ... aur ... aur ... baki ladkiyon se bhi ... matlab Sushma aur Aarti se bhi massage lenge..." Pausing for minute, she resumed "Aarti bahut acchi ladki hai Jignesh bhai ... woh aapko khush kar degi ... aur us bechairi ko paiseo ki zaroorat hai ... aur woh Sushma ... woh paisa to kamaati hai hum dono se zyaada ... par agar aapne usko nahi bulaya to ... to woh mera yahaan par kaam karna mushkil kar degi ... aap ... aap samajh rahe ho na, Jignesh bhai?" Squeezing her hands reassuringly, I replied "Of course, I understand didi..."
"Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai..." Seema didi exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the lips again. As her big breasts pressed to my chest again, I cupped her face in my hands and said softly "Seema didi ... ab aapse bhi ek request hai ... kya main poochoon?" "Haan, Jignesh bhai..." she replied with a little bit of surprise. "Main jaane se pehle ek baar aapke khoobsoorat breasts ko kiss karna chaahta hoon..." I said to her in a whisper. "Oh Jignesh bhai ... aap bhi na..." she exclaimed, blushing profusely. "Maina kaha na, Jignesh bhai ... mera yeh badan aapke liye hi hai..." she whispered, even as she slowly hooked her fingers under her t-shirt and pulled them up to bare her gorgeous full round heavy breasts to me again.
As she stood their submissively, holding up her black t-shirt above her breasts, offering me her delicious breasts, I groaned "Oh Seema didi..." Reaching out to cup her breasts with both my hands, I bent forward and kissed them, running my tongue over her nipples and sucking on both of them alternately; rubbing my face and cheeks all over them. She sighed and cradled my face gently. Taking my right hand in hers, she guided it to under her skirt, and pressing her moist vagina to my palm, whispered in my ears "Dekhiye Jignesh bhai ... main ... main aapke liye kitni geeli hoon ... main bhi ... main bhi tadap rahi hoon aapko mere andar lene ke liye..." Caressing her vulva with my thumb, and sliding my middle finger inside her most lightly-haired pussy, I whispered to her "Main next time aapko milne ka intazaar karoonga, Seema didi..."
As we parted, I reached out for my wallet, and extracting a 1,000/- rupee note, pressed it into her hand. Before she could say anything, "Didi ... aap please kucch mat boliye ... yeh main aapko ek customer ke haisiyat se nahi ... ek dost ki haisiyat se de raha hoon ... shagun ke liye ... meri dua hai ki aapko saari mushkile door ho jaayen..." She was speechless for a moment, and I could see her eyes water immediately. Clasping my hand, she kissed it profusely, and then looking up at my face with gratitude, began to say something. Then, as if not sure of what to say, she just shook her head, and lowered her head.
I reached out and pulled her towards me in a warm embrace, and just held her like that for a while, her head resting against my shoulders. "Aap kucch mat boliye didi ... bas aapki mummy ko aur Radhia aunty ko kucch mat bolna iske baare mein..." I said to her gently. She just nodded her head, and wiping her eyes, smiled at me. With this, we parted with one last kiss. She told me that she wanted to to go to the bathroom to "clean" herself as well, and asked me to get myself tidied and head downstairs. After she left the room, as I was combing my hair, Gajra ben came into the room again to pick up the used towels and the tub.
As I watched her in the reflection of the mirror, I saw her pick up the tub and then wait in the room hesitantly, as if to say something to me. She glanced once at the door to see if anyone was there, and then placed the tub back on the floor again. As she straightened, I turned around to face her. She picked up the keys of my bike from where I had left it on the night stand, and handing it to me, said "Aap ki chaabi, Jignesh saheb..." "Thank you, Gajra ben..." I said with a smile, taking the keys from her hand. "Saheb..." she began hesitantly, a warm smile on face, "aur kucchh seva ki zaroorat ho to ... to aap Gajra ben ko zaroor yaad karna ... ab to aap hamaare se doodh bhi nahi lete ho..." Smiling, I pulled out my wallet again, and extracting a 100/- rupee note, pressed it to her hand, saying "Yeh meri taraf se tumhare liye baksheesh hai, Gajra ben ... aur tum kal se mere ghar par doodh lekar aana ... main packet wala doodh lena band kar doonga ... ab tum khush ho na..."
A look of surprise, followed my immense joy flooded her face, and bowing to me repeatedly she gushed "Oh ... oh saheb ... aapne to hum gareeb ki dua sun li hai ... main aapko hamara sabse taaza doodh laakar doongi kal se ... bahut bahut aabhari hoon main aapki..." Then as if unsure of what to do, her blunt weather-beaten face still beaming, she quickly stooped down and touched my feet again. "Arre ... aisa mat karo Gajra ben ... aap to mere se umar mein badi ho..." I exclaimed, pulling her up by her thick fleshy arms. "Nahin nahin saheb ... aap to hamaare maalik ho..." she said, again clasping my hands and taking it to her lips to kiss it.
Hearing Seema didi coming out of the bathroom, she quickly tucked in the note I had given her into the hidden pocket of her choli, and with a furtive smile left the room. Just as I finished combing my hair and was putting on my sandals, the other servant girl named Rambha came into the room carrying a tray with a cup of tea on it. Coming towards me with an embarrassed toothy grin, she said "Saheb ... aapke liye chai..." I took the proferred cup from the tray and began to sip on it. She just stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with her pallu, and stealing glances at me. Once or twice, when I caught her eye, she looked away hastily. Sipping on my tea, I beckoned to her to come towards me. She approached me with a look of apprehension on her face, but yet trying to smile.
Placing the half empty cup on the night-stand beside the bed, I said to her "Rambha, tu kya sirf mujhe chai hi pilaayegi?" My question caught her off-guard, and she stuttered before managing to say "Kya matlab saheb ... main kucch samjhi nahin ... woh Radhika madam ne bola isliye main aapke liye chai lekar aayi ... aapko kucch aur chahiye kya saheb?" "Haan ... mujhe kucch aur chaahiye..." I replied enigmatically, as I watched her consciously fidget with her mouth in an attempt to hide her protruding buck teeth. "Kya chaahiye saheb..." she managed to ask tentatively. In response, I reached out with my left hand, and grabbing her by her incredibly wide and big ass, pulled her roughly towards me.
With a yelp of surprise, she almost fell against me, and only managed to prevent herself from tripping over by grabbing my shoulder. I was sitting on the elevated bed in the room, my legs dangling below, and she was now right in between my legs. It was evident from this 23-year old Rajasthani servant girl's demeanour that she was no stranger to sexual liasions with men. She quickly threw a furtive glance to the door to check that no one was there, and then clasping her mouth, giggled like a teenage girl. "Arre, kya kar rahe ho saheb..." she said in a low voice, still smiling. "Abhi bataata hoon..." I said gruffly, and raising my right hand, slid it under the pallu. Cupping her firm conical 32-B breast through her blouse I said in a low firm tone "Yeh chaahiye mujhe ... degi tu?"
She yelped again as my fingers squeezed her firm tit flesh, but she did not make any attempt to free herself. Clasping her hands to her mouth again, she giggled again and said "Oh saheb ... abhi koi dekh lega ... mujhe naukri se nikaal denge..." I smiled slowly, and extracting a 100/- rupee note from my wallet, slid it into the deep neck of her yellow blouse. "Kal dopahar ko teen baje ... mere ghar par aa jaana..." I said to her in a low tone. A big smile split her face at the sight of the money, and displaying her buck-teeth, she said between giggles "Aa jaaoongi saheb..." I was feeling rather sadistic at the moment, and so squeezing her wide ass with my other hand, I asked her "Teri choot to saaf hai na..." Nothing seemed to faze this village slut, and with another giggle she said "Main kal wahaan baal saaf karke aaoongi saheb..." Disappointed that I was not able to scare her, I said gruffly again "Chal apna ghagra upar kar ... aur mujhe apni choot dikha ... agar mujhe pasand nahi aaya to main tujhe nahi chodoonga..."
This did the trick, and for the first time, I saw a look of apprehension on her face. Her eyes widened and the grin disappeared from her ugly toothy face. Throwing a furtive glance again to the door, she took a step back, and without a word began to pull her ghagra up her legs. As I had said earlier, inspite of her rather unpleasant face, she was gifted with an amazing ripe body. She pulled up her ghagra to reveal a pair of strong brown legs and shapely thighs. Still looking at me with wide scared eyes, she held up her ghagra with one hand, and slid her fingers inside the waist of her cheap white panties. With her fingers she slid down her panty to reveal a hairy bush that covered most of her pussy.
As I gazed at the dark mound of her hairy pussy, she said in a faltering voice "Kal main saare baal saaf karke aaoongi saheb..." Without a word, I pushed my hand to her vagina, and parting the thick thatch of pubic hair with my fingers, slid one finger inside her tight cunt. She was not sufficiently wet, and I was sure it would have hurt her. But to her credit, she just bit her lip, and let out a soft, almost inaudible moan. I rotated my finger inside her tight cunt, feeling the depths and folds of her pussy.
She was waiting with a scared expression on her face as I subjected her to a humiliating pussy inspection. Finally, I pulled my finger out and said to her "Nahin ... isko poora saaf mat karna ... bus thhoda kaichi se trim karna ... samajh gayi..." Nodding her head submissively, with relief washing over her face, she replied meekly "Jee saheb..." Satisfied, I let go of her. Picking up my unfinished cup of tea, I allowed a slow smile to come on my face, and said to her in a milder tone "Chal theek hai ... ab tu jaa ... kal teen baje aa jaana..." She folded her hands together in submission, and mumbling her thanks, left the room.
I headed downstairs to the living room after making myself presentable. Seema didi was no where to be seen, but Radhika aunty was sitting in the couch reading some women's magazine. Upon seeing me, she stood up quickly and said "Arre Jignesh beta ... itni jaldi aa gaye tum ... kya hua beta ... tumhe massage pasand nahi aaya kya?" With an embarrassed smile, I replied "Nahin Radhika ji ... aisi koi baat nahin hai ... bas..." Taking my arm, she led me to the sofa, and sitting down beside me, placing her arm on my thigh, asked "Sharmaao nahi beta ... aunty ko khul kar bataao ... tumhe Seema ne acchhi service nahin di kya..." "Nahin aunty ... aisi koi baat nahin hai ... mere liye to yeh pehli baar thha ... mujhe bahut acchha laga ... aur mujhe Seema didi se koi shikaayat nahi hai..." I replied, still embarrassed at the open way she was talking about my massage session.
She looked intently at my face as if to ascertain whether I was telling the truth, and then nodding her head slowly, smiled. "Main samajh gayi beta ... Seema ko tum jaante ho is liye tum khul kar enjoy nahi kar paaye..." she said, caressing my thigh gently. I just shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. "Koi baat nahin beta ... yeh to sirf Mayuri ben ke kehne par maine Seema ko bheja thha tumari service ke liye ... kal tum phir aana beta ... kal Radhika aunty tumhare liye ek aur special massage arrange karwaayegi ... woh tumhare liye aunty ki taraf se complimentary hoga ... theek hai beta?" she said with an endearing smile, as if tryng to make amends for something. "Oh aunty ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai..." I protested.
With a smile, she slid closer to me, so that her thighs were touching mine. Placing her left arm around my back on my shoulder, she caressed my thigh with her right hand again, and said with a knowing smile "Beta ... aunty ko sab pata hai ki hamaare Jignesh bete ki kya zarooratein hain ... isliye aunty se sharmaane ki koi zaroorat nahi hain..." The position in which she was sitting on my right side, her ample breasts under the saree were pressing against my shoulder. Taking my hand in hers, she continued "Accha beta ... bataao tumhe hamaari baaki do ladkiyon mein se kaun zyaada pasand aayi ... Sushma ... ya Aarti?" Embarrassed, I just managed a shy smile and mumbled something incomprehensible. "Bolo na beta ... aunty so khulkar bolo..." she encouraged me, leaning towards me closer, causing her heavy breasts to press against my arms again.
In spite of just having got my rocks off, I was beginning to get aroused again. And the way she was sitting by my side, twisted sideways slightly, her left arm around my shoulders, and her right hand resting on my thigh, the pallu of her saree had slipped off her shoulders partly, and had come to rest on her elbow. She was making no attempt to pull her pallu back; instead looking at my face with a smile, and I had a clear view of the deep v-neck of her red & blue sleeveless blouse, with the deep cleavage caused by her mature heavy breasts pressed together inside the blouse. I could make out the outlines of some expensive frilly-bra she was wearing under the bra.
From the size of it, I estimated that her breasts were a 36-C. The bra was definitely not a padded one, and yet from the feel of it against my arm, I knew they were very firm & heavy breasts; quite unlike the soft pliant breasts of my darling Sarla bhabhi; though not as big & firm as my dear Kalpana aunty. Suddenly I realized that she had asked me a question, and instead I was looking at her blouse and breasts visible to me. Embarrassed, I jerked my head up to look at her, only to realize that she was watching me quietly with a knowing smile on her face. "Umm ... aunty..." I mumbled, not knowing what to say.
Then with a deep breath, I gathered my courage, and said to her "Aunty ... woh dono ladkiyaan bahut acchhi hai ... par..." "Par kya, beta..." she prompted when I paused. "Par ... mujhe sabse acchhi ... aap lagti hai..." I finished, putting on a sufficiently embarrassed tone to my voice. Hearing my words, a slow smile came to her voice, and after a pause, she squeezed my thigh and asked in a husky voice "Tum sach bol rahe ho beta ... ya aunty ka mazaak uda rahe ho..." Playing the shy collegeboy role to perfection, I hung my head and said in a small voice "Main sach bol raha hoon aunty..." She reached out with her right hand, and touching my cheek, turned my face towards her. "Tumhe in jawaan ladkiyon se zyaada aunty pasand hai beta..." she asked again in a pleasantly surprised voice. I just nodded my head dumbly.
"Oh beta..." she crooned, and pulled me towards her with her left hand on my shoulder. She dropped her right hand to my lap again, and placing it gently on the slight bulge of my cock inside my track-pants, she said "Bahut saal ho gaye beta ... ki kisi ne tumhari Radhika aunty ko is nazar se dekha hai ... tumne mujhe aaj bahut khush kar diya hai beta ... main waada karti hoon ki kal jab tum aaoge ... to main khud hi tumhe service doongi ... aur beta ... main tumhe aisa service doongi ki tum aunty ko yaad rakhoge..." Hearing this words, my cock twitched a little inside my briefs, and she felt the slight movement. She quickly pressed her hand to the bulge, and whispered "Oh beta ... tum to abhi se..." leaving her sentence unfinished, a seductive smile on those deliciously thick red lips of hers. At that moment, we heard someone coming down the stairs, and she quickly removed her hand.
As I stood up, the other two girls, Sushma and Aarti came into the room. On a sudden impulse, I pulled out my wallet, and turning to Radhika aunty said "Aunty ji ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to main Aarti aur Sushma ko ek chhoti si bhet dena chaahta hoon ... main aaj yahaan pehli baar aaya hoon na ... isliye inse kahiye ki yeh meri taraf se sweekar kar le..." As I pulled out two 500/- rupee notes from my wallet, Radhika aunty started to say "Arre beta ... iski koi zaroorat nahi hai..." Turning to her with my back to the two girls, I looked at her intently and said "Please aunty..." She got the message and smiled warmly; and looking at the girls said "Accha beta ... Jignesh ji jab itne pyaar se de rahe hain to tumhe mana nahi karna chaahiye..."
I approached Sushma first, and looking at her surprised face with a smile, pressed the 500/- rupee note into her hand. She recovered in a moment, and accepting the money with both hands, said "Thank you Jignesh ji..." a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Main ummeed karoongi ki aap jab next time aaye to mujhe aapki service karne ka mauka de..." she said in a seductive tone. I just smiled and winked at her. Turning to the rather shy Aarti, I pressed the other note into her hand. She was still recovering from the surprise, and just accepted the money in stunned silence, her eyes darting from Radhika aunty to Sushma, as if seeking their approval. "Le lo, beta..." Radhika aunty urged her.
Finally she looked at me gratefully with those big brown eyes of hers, and stammered "Thank ... thank you, Jignesh ji..." I just smiled at her warmly in return. Just at that moment, Seema didi entered the room, and suddently there was an awkward silence in the room. To break the silence, I turned to her with a smile and said "Accha Seema didi ... to main chalta hoon..." She just smiled awkwardly at me, and nodded her head. Turning to leave, I stopped near Radhika aunty, and she said with a smile "To beta ... kal hum tumhara intazaar karenge..." I smiled back at her and said "Ji aunty ji..." With that, I closed the door behind me and left the house.
Getting on to the bike, I decided to stop over at Mayuri ben's place and give her an update. It was nearing 3:30 pm and I wanted to catch her alone at her house, before her daughter Amisha returned from college. Reaching her place, I parked the bike and rang the bell. After a minute, she called out from inside "Kaun hai?" in a rather irritated tone. "Main hoon, Jignesh ... Mayuri aunty" I replied. There was a bustle behind the door, and she opened it in a few seconds. "Oh Jignesh beta ... tum ho ... main so rahi thhi..." she said in an apologetic tone as she opened the door. "Sorry aunty ... maine aapko disturb kiya ... mai bas aise hi aaya thha..." I said with an apologetic smile as well. "Arre beta ... aisa mat bolo ... tumhare liye to aunty ka darwaaza hamesha khula hai..." she said quickly with a warm smile, and taking my hand led me inside.
Her face was still swollen from sleep, and she had hastily tied a small elastic band on her hair in a pony. She was dressed an old housegown with buttons in the front upto her waist, and from the way her massive boobs swung freely inside the gown as she led me to the sofa, I could make out that she was not wearing a bra. "Aao beta ... baitho..." she said, as she cleared some newspapers that were strewn on the sofa. As she bent forward to clear the newspapers, I could help but once again marvel at that humungous ass of hers under the gown.
"Tum baitho beta ... main zara mooh dhokar aati hoon..." she said, as she waddled into the kitchen, her massive ass swaying under the gown. The gown was a few inches short of her ankles, and one could see the white petticoat she was wearing under the gown. After a few moments, she reappeared, wiping her face with a small towel. "Tum kya loge beta ... chai ya coffee..." she asked as she came in. "No aunty, thank you ... I just had tea at Radhika aunty's place..." I replied. "Acchha ... to main tumhare liye thhoda nimbu sharbat banaaoon beta..." she asked. "Ok aunty..." I replied with a laugh. As she padded into the kitchen, I followed her. As she was squeezing the lemons to make the lime juice, she asked "To beta ... aaj tumko Seema ne khush kiya ke nahi?" I pretended to be ashamed, and with an embarrassed smile replied "Oh aunty ... main kya boloon ... Seema didi bahut acchhi hai..."
She laughed upon hearing that. "Acchha mujhe bataao beta ... usne tumhari acchhe se seva kin a ... tumko pura satisfaction diya na beta usne..." Seeing my discomfort, she prompted "Aunty se kya sharmaana beta ... bolo..." "Hmm ... haan aunty..." I replied in a shy tone. "Tumko uske ball acchhe lage beta?" she asked me with a mischevious smile. I was shocked on hearing this. The mature 48-year old Mayuri ben was asking me if I liked her 23-year old daughter's tits! With a twinkle in her eyes and a naughty smile, she continued "Uske ball mere se tight hai na, beta ... tumko acchhe lage na?" "Haan aunty..." I managed to reply "par mujhe ... aapke zyaada pasand hai..." I finished, giving her an embarrassed smile. Hearing this, she beamed "Oh dikra ... tum sach mein bahut sweet ho..." she said smiling " ... tum acchhi tarah se jaante ho aunty ko khush karna..."
"Nahin aunty ... aisi baat nahi hai..." I protested. Dismissing my protest, she continued "Accha beta ... usne tumhare auzaar ko apne ball ke beech mein liya ke nahi?" This conversation was getting incredulous now. I couldn't believe how a woman could talk about her own daughter in such a brazen manner. But from her expression, I realized that she was not trying to tease me, but genuinely curious to know if her daughter had done a good job or not. "Umm ... haan aunty..." I mumbled. Adding some water to the squeezed lime, she queried in a matter of fact tone "Aur ... usne tumhara moonh mein liya ki nahi beta?" Once again, I just about managed to mumble her assent. "Hmm ... aur phir usne tumhare upar chadhkar tumko apne andar liya na beta?" she continued, as if asking questions to one of her tuition students.
She was looking expectantly at my face now, and I managed to reply "Umm ... aunty ... nahin..." Her face registered annoyance, and she pipped "Nahin kyun ... arre maine usko acchhe se instruction diya thha ki kya karna hai..." shaking her head. "Nahin aunty ... Seema didi par gussa mat hona aap ... maine hi didi ko kuchh aur karne se mana kiya..." I stated. "Oh..." she responded. "To kya tumne usko choda nahi beta?" she asked in a surprised tone. I just shook my head in the negative, and said "Aunty ... please ... mujhe Seema didi bahut acchhi lagi ... par main unke saath wahaan par woh sab nahin karna chaahta thha ... maine didi se kahaa ki main Mayuri aunty se permission loonga ... aur phir ek din Seema didi ke saath raat bitaaoonga..." I said in a contrite tone.
Hearing my words, a look of warmth and understanding came to her face, and she said "Beta ... tum sach mein dil ke bahut acchhe ho ... tumhe aunty se permission lene ki kya zaroorat ... main aur meri beti dono hi to tumhare liye hai..." I just smiled my thanks and did not respond. Finished with making the lime juice, she handed me the glass. As I drank the cool lime juice, she watched me fondly. Once I finished, she came closer to me to take the glass from my hand. Taking the glass from me, she pressed her belly to me and touching me on my cheek with her other hand, said "Beta ... tumhe pata hai na ki aunty tumhaare liye hamesha haazir hai ... aur beta ... ab tumhe jab chaahiye tab Seema bhi tumhaare liye haazir rahegi..." My cock which was beginning to overcome its fatigue, stirred in my undies, and the fact that she was pressing her ample belly to my crotch was not helping either. She had placed her free hand on my waist, and was looking up at my face with a knowing smile on her face. It was an incredible feeling to have a mature buxom 48-year old woman, her hair beginning to gray at the temples and a pair of old-fashioned spectacles perched on her nose; trying to seduce you.
The top two buttons of her gown were open, and in this position I could see the deep cleavage formed by her mammoth breasts dangling free inside the gown. The gown was stretched across her mountainous tits, and I could clearly see the outline of her thick nipples protruding through the worn cotton of her gown. Noticing my gaze, she asked me in a low voice "Beta ... kya Seema ne tumhara ... tumhara paani nahi nikala?" Shell-shocked, I could only muster "Uhh ... haan ... haan aunty ... aap aisa kyun pooch rahe ho?" With a little laugh, she replied "Nahi ... kucch nahi ... bas aise hi pooch rahi thhi..." smiling mischievously. I realized she was obviously asking this since she could feel my stiffening cock against her ample belly.
Still smiling, looking up at me, she slid her hand down between us, and gently squeezing my slowly growing cock through my track-pants continued "Lagta hai ki aunty ko kucchh karna padega ... idhar to koi ab bhi bekaraar hai..." Deciding that there was no holding back now, I cupped her massive tits through the thin gown, and squeezing them said "Kya karoon aunty ... jab bhi aapko dekhta hoon to aisa hi hota hai..." "Oh Jignesh beta..." she said huskily, and with a groan pulled my face towards hers and kissed me on my mouth. Slipping my other hand behind her and placing it on her massive ass, I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and kissed her back hard. Kissing her, I simultaneously began to squeeze her massive breasts through the gown, pinching the big nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
She pulled her mouth off mine, and turned around to place the empty glass on the kitchen platform. As her back was towards me, I embraced her from behind, wrapping my arms around her big flabby belly, and pressing my hardening cock to that huge ass of hers. Twisting her head sideways, she asked me brazenly, a teasing tone to her voice "Beta, do you want to fuck your Mayuri aunty now?" I mumbled my assent, and placing my chin on her shoulder, ran my tongue over her earlobes. "Ooohhh..." she moaned "you are really making me hot now, beta..." I laughed inwardly, thinking about how much bull-shit she fed me just to massage my ego.
"Acchha ... let me atleast finish washing these vessels beta ... then we can go to the bedroom" she said laughing. "No aunty ... I want to do it with you right now ... right here..." I said hoarsely, sliding my hands up to her massive mammaries and squeezing them hard. I quickly began to open the remaining buttons of her gown, which went right down to her belly and then sliding my right hand inside the gown began to knead the humungous fleshy mass of her right breast. She responded by pressing my hand further to her breast and grinding her big ass on my rapidly hardening cock. Slipping my other hand too inside the gown, I hefted both of her mammaries in my hand and squeezed them together. As I pulled her big brown nipples, she said huskily "Don't you want to suck on aunty's breasts today, beta?" "Oh yes, aunty" ... I groaned.
She twisted around sideways to face me, and shoving her hand inside the open front of her gown, pulled out her right teat. Pulling the open neck of her gown sideways, she let her humongous tit hang out in the open. In spite of having seen them before, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of her mammaries. They hung down on her chest like a big ripe jack fruit. Cupping them with the palm of her right hand, she hefted it up, and presented it to me proudly. "Lo beta ... choose isko ... yeh tumhare liye hi hai..." she said with a hint of pride in her voice.
Gone was her inhibition and she was brazen in her exhibition to me. I took a step back and admired the view of this mature 48-year old Mayuri ben standing in the kitchen of her house, her gown open fully from the front, hefting up one of her massive tits, and offering it to me to suck on. With a groan, I reached out for it and cupping it with both my hands, clamped my mouth on it. Her single breast was big enough to be held with both my hands, and as I tried to suck in the mature flesh of her boob, she encouraged me by grabbing hold of my head and pushing my mouth into it. Her other hand had slipped in between us, and she was now wantonly squeezing my fully erect cock through the fabric of my track-pant and underwear.
As I sucked on her huge breast like a maniac, she hissed "Tum doosre waale ko akela hi chhodoge kya beta?" "Aunty ... baahar nikalo usko bhi..." I hissed back, chewing on the proffered nipple which had grown to the size of my toe-finger now and flicking my tongue across it. With a smile, she quickly slid her left hand inside the open front of her gown and pulled out the other tit also. In spite of her gown being the type which had buttons going all the way from her neck to her waist, it was with difficulty that she managed to pull out the other one as well.
To Be Continued
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