12-12-2018, 12:43 PM
Part - 22
As I looked up to see the expression on her face, I could see that she was breathing heavily now and her chest heaved with the effort. It was a hugely arousing position to be in; sitting in front of this 38-year old housewife, and gazing at her body clad only in a bra and a panty that had been pulled down to her knees. Holding her by her waist with my left hand, I reached out with my right and gently ran my fingers along the thick mildly-haired pussy lips of hers. This resulted in her letting out a soft moan of "Oh mara dikraa..." and placing both her hands on my shoulders for support, even as she involuntarily parted her thighs a bit; as much as she could with the panty slid down to her knees restricting free movement.
Her head was turned sideways with her chin pressed to her shoulder, and her eyes were screwed shut, a result of the shame and arousal that I was sure she was being subject to. I then gently slid down her panties from her knees, and she cooperated by leaning forward on my shoulder for support and stepping out of them. Standing up, I embraced her once again, and pressing my fully hard cock inside the boxers to her well endowed belly, said to her "Ab aap bitar par let jaaiye, aunty..." She began to say something, but I cut her off by guiding her gently on to the bed. She lay down on the bed silently and shifted to the inside, making place for me on the outer side of the bed. She was lying on her side with her head supported by one hand bent at the elbows, and the other hand resting limply on her hips. Her huge breasts were pressed together inside the bra, creating a very inviting cleavage, and her legs were bunched together and bent at the knees.
Sitting down on the bed beside her, I whispered to her "Aunty ... lie on your stomach please..." She complied, albeit with some confusion, wondering what I had in mind. Caressing her broad naked back, I said to her gently "Aunty ... you have taken care of me so much ... I just want to say thank you ... and this is my way of doing that..." Reaching out with her free hand, she took my hand in hers and said with arousal "Oh Jignesh beta ... please don't embarrass aunty like this ... I can never ever repay the kindness you have shown to me and my family..." Pausing for a moment, she continued "All I have to offer you is my body, Jignesh beta ... and try to serve you in whatever way I can..." I was immensely turned on by this completely submissive statement she had made, and I was filled with feelings that were a strange mix of lust and compassion for her.
In response, I just pushed her gently on to her stomach, and shifted on the bed to sit across her outstretched legs on my knees. Supporting myself on my knees, I began to gently knead the flesh on her thick muscular calves; an action which made her to jerk her head up from the bed and exclaim "Oh beta ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho ... please..." "Shhh..." I said to her in return " ... you must be tired aunty ... just let me do what I want ... please aunty ... this is just my way of thanking you for everything..." I finished in an earnest voice. She let out a sigh on hearing this, and all she could muster was "Oh beta ... you are..." As she let her head drop on the pillow, I turned my attention to her body. I had never imagined I would have the pleasure of enjoying Kalpana aunty's body this way, as I gazed at the back of thick massive thighs, and that impossibly big mass of ass-flesh.
As I kneaded the muscles of her calves, I moved my hands upwards and began to press her thick fleshy thighs from the back. She just lay there submissively, cooperating with me fully. Gradually, my hands reached the twin mountains of her humungous ass. Even with my palms fully outstretched, I was able to cover only a part of each of her massive ass cheeks. As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her butt, she let out a soft sigh and squirmed on the bed. Her face was buried in the pillow and her outstretched arms were placed above her head. I ran a finger teasingly along the inside of her thighs till it reached the crevice of her ass cheeks. As I ran my finger along the crack of her massive butt, she shivered and muttered into the pillow "Beta ... bas..." My cock was fully erect now and was feeling distinctly uncomfortable in the confines of my boxers. My balls too were swollen painfully.
Pausing for a moment, I quickly slid down my boxers to become buck naked. Freed of the confines of the boxers, my rock hard prick sprang upwards proudly, slapping against my belly. Sliding upwards on her body, I sat down gently on her mammoth ass, an action which caused my swollen balls to rest on her butt. She inadvertently jutted her ass upwards, as if to press her butt flesh against my balls. Placing my left hand on her back for support, I took hold of my cock with my right, and pumped it a few times to let my foreskin stretch and relax; an action which caused a few drops of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my red swollen cock head. On an instinct, I rubbed the swollen tip of my cock against the crack of her ass, lubricating it with my pre-cum.
As I had said earlier, it had been my fantasy from the start to someday shove my cock inside the 38-year old Kalpana aunty's mammoth ass. However, my cock was still sore from all the action I'd had earlier in the day, and in this condition, I knew that I would not be able to hold myself for too long. "Some other day, boy..." I thought to myself. Unlike the slutty Mayuri ben, the endearing Kalpana aunty had not shown any inclination towards anal sex so far, and I didn't want to do anything that would shock her. In any case, by the way her back was heaving with her breathing, I could make out she was aroused. She adjusted her pelvis on the bed, and spread her thighs wider, as if inviting me to take her in one way or the other.
Sliding down the back of her thighs once again, I slid my right hand between her thighs from behind and felt the opening of her pussy once again. She was wet alright, and as my fingers touched the moist slit of her cunt, she let out out a soft moan and squirmed her hips once again. Leaning forward, I placed both my hands on the bed on either side of her prostate body, and lay down on her back, pressing my naked body to hers. "Oh Jignesh beta..." she moaned again, even as I rested my chin on her shoulder, and kissed her neck, running my tongue along her earlobes. My cock was now pressed against the crack of her huge butt, and she was moving her hips on the bed trying to get a feel of my cock somewhere. Sliding my hand between our pressed bodies, I guided my rock hard cock under the mounds of her massive ass cheeks, till it was wedged between the crack of her ass with the tip touching the opening of her thick mature pussy.
She pushed her hips upwards as if urging me to slide my cock into her pussy from behind, even as she whispered huskily "Beta ... ab aunty ko aur mat tadpaao ... take me now please..." Tempted as I was to ram my cock into her cunt from behind, I still resisted the temptation, and instead just teased her by rubbing the swollen tip of my cock against the crack of her ass and the moist opening of her mature cunt. To add to her arousal, I reached between our bodies and quickly undid the clasp of her bra. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I ran my tongue along her spine. This caused her to shiver, and I felt goose pimples come up on her arms and back. She shivered and a soft hiss escaped her lips.
Getting off her back, I pulled her by her shoulder and turned her around. With a moan of "Jignesh..." she turned on to her back and lay there looking at me with a completely helpless and aroused look on her face. Her big eyes were looking at me with arousal, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in short shallow gasps. As I gazed at this mature heavily built 38-year old mature housewife lying nearly naked on the bed, her beautiful big eyes begging me to take her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust course through my veins. In that position, with her wet hair still covered by that thin damp towel, her massive wide chest heaving, with the bra now unclasped from behind, her thick fleshy belly with a crevice near her incredibly deep belly button, and those short beefy legs parted slightly at the thighs to reveal her mature trimmed cunt in all its glory; I felt my cock quiver in anticipation.
Looking into her eyes, I reached out and almost roughly pulled off her bra. As she lifted her arms to help me pull the big old-fashioned black cotton bra from her chest, I was once again rewarded by the glorious sight of her huge heavy brown skinned 38-C sized breasts. The dark brown aereolas around her thick nipples were puckered with goose bumps in her arousal. In spite of the size of her breasts, they didn't sag the way Mayuri ben's did, and quivered ever so slightly with the movement of her arms. I was sitting on my knees by her side, and her hands instinctively reached out to take my throbbing cock in her hand. As her thick calloused fingers closed around the girth of my cock, I sighed, and reached out to hold both her massive breasts with my hands.
Cupping her heavy firm mature breasts from the underside, I squeezed them hard, eliciting a soft sigh from her. Her lips were parted, and she was beginning to breathe heavily now. As her hands began to stroke my cock slowly, my swollen cock head slipped out of the foreskin, and I threw my head back in pleasure, groaning "Oh aunty..." Continuing the maul her mature tits with my left hand, I quickly slid my right hand down to her pelvis, and pushing her thighs apart, thrust two of my fingers into her already wet thick cunt. The sudden intrustion of her mature pussy caused her to cry out "Ohh..." and she jerked her hips, vainly trying to lift her heavy hips off the bed.
With my fingers buried inside her sloppy wet juicy cunt up to my knuckles, I began to finger her pussy hard, causing her to twist and turn on the bed, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut. I stood up on my knees and holding her face turned it towards me. As she looked up at me with desire, I placed my cock near her lips. Without a word, she opened her mouth. Holding her head covered with the damp towel with my left hand, I thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, even as I continued to finger her cunt violently with the fingers of my right hand. Unprepared that she was for this sudden assault on her mouth, she gagged as my thick swollen cock filled her mouth and tip almost touched the back of her throat. Her body shivered violently, and as her throat constricted around the tip of my cock, her heavy body lifted off the bed with a violent shudder. A low gurgling sound emanated from the depths of her throat as a burst of saliva came dribbing out of the side of her outstretched mouth.
"Ummfff..." she gurgled, even as she reached out with her hand to clasp my muscular buttocks and allowed me to plough my cock into the depths of her mouth. As her throat adjusted to the thickness of my cock, she lifted her head slightly off the pillow and began to bob her head back and forth, sucking on my rampant cock in earnest. It was a hugely erotic position to be in, with me on my knees next to her face, holding her head with one hand and fucking her thick lipped wide mouth, while my fingers were furiously ravaging her mature vagina. As I watched her big heavy breasts heave and wobble with my dual assault, I felt my balls tighten, threatening to spew forth my scalding hot cum into her warm sucking mouth.
With a groan, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and looking her in the eye, said "Aunty ... please fuck me now ... I want you to fuck me now..." With a look of infinite love and arousal in her eyes, she pulled my face to hers, and whispering "Oh beta..." kissed me passionately on my mouth. As she thrust her tongue into my mouth in wanton arousal, I grabbed hold of her massive tit and squeezed it roughly, pinching the thick aroused nipple hard. She pushed me down on the bed, and quickly sat up on the bed. Hefting her heavy body off the bed, she straddled me, and sat across my thighs, supporting herself on her knees and taking care not to let all her weight come on me. Taking my erect cock gently in her hand, she looked into my eyes and said ever so softly "Oh beta ... more than you ... I want you today ... I have not felt so ... so..." her voice trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished. Supporting herself by placing one hand on the side of my shoulder, she leant forward and taking my rod in her hand guided it towards the opening of her thick juicy mature cunt.
With effort, she moved her legs, so that she was now in a squatting position on her haunches (and not resting on her knees), she lifted her massive wide hips and ass off the bed. Holding on to my erect cock to keep it upright, she slowly lowered her huge wide ass on to my cock. As the thick blood-gorged swollen tip of my cock parted the lips of her mature cunt, she closed her eyes and biting her lips, let out a soft cry of "Unnhhh..." Sitting on her haunches, and holding on to my outstretched hands for support, as she lowered her weight on to me, my slick rod slid into the depths of her eager mature cunt. The wonderful woman that she was, she took care not to sit down completely on my pelvis and crush me with the weight of her massive body. Instead, she supported her weight in that squatting position on her legs. In that position, even though my cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy, I did not feel any pressure of her weight on my body.
As she felt my cock twitch inside the wet folds of her cunt, she looked into my eyes lovingly. It was a sight to behold; the sight of the heavily and stockily built buxom Kalpana aunty, squatting on me with my cock buried inside her still reasonably tight cunt, buck naked except for that damp towel still wrapped around her hair, and that ubiquitous mangalsutra dangling from her neck between those incredibly heavy and firm massive orbs of mature tit flesh. Letting go off my hands which she had been clasping, she placed it on my chest, and began to lift and drop her incredibly wide and heavy hips on my pelvis. I threw my head back in pleasure, as she began to fuck me, the tempo increasing gradually.
She was not the type who was a screamer, but still as her cunt slid up and down on my raging hard cock, she couldn't help but let out soft grunts of "Unnhh ... unnhh ... unnhh..." Her huge mature breasts which were dangling in front of me, began to swing and shudder with each downward thrust of her hips, that massive ass of hers making slapping sounds as it pounded on my pelvis. Grabbing hold of her swinging dangling breasts, I also began to thrust my hips upwards each time hers came down, sending my cock deep into the previously unexplored depths of her cunt. I loved having a woman on top of me, but I had never imagined that a woman of Kalpana aunty's age and body structure could manage to do it so well. She was breathing heavily, as she focused on the task of giving me maximum pleasure, taking care to never let her complete weight come on me.
"Auntie..." I groaned " ... fuck me ... fuck me..." as she continued to thrust her hips vigorously on my raging hard cock, her massive breasts heaving violently with the effort. Hearing this, she started fucking me with renewed vigor, slapping her heavy buttocks on me harder. Somehow, this incredible woman was managing to contract her pussy muscles even as she was pounding her cunt on my cock from top, and this was enough to send my head into a tizzy. I had originally planned to mount her missionary style eventually, and fuck her senseless, but the pleasure that I was getting by her fucking me from top made me changed my mind. I was ready to come any moment now, but I wanted to see if I could watch her get her orgasm simply by riding my cock. I constricted the muscles of my buttocks to contain myself and hold on, keeping my cock hard at the same time.
She went on fucking me vigorously from top, and all her attention was now completely focused on that activity. She was oblivious to the feel of my hands mauling her dangling heavy breasts mercilessly, as her eyes were looking down towards where her mature cunt was sliding up and down on my rigid shaft. I lay back to enjoy the sensation, and watch how long she could continue this tempo of fucking me from top. She was beginning to tire with the effort now, and her mouth was open, sucking in huge gasps of breath, as she hefted and dropped her hips on my pelvis, fucking me as hard as anyone could in this position. To her credit, she didn't give up and kept at it with incredible dedication, all her senses focused only on getting me to my orgasm. Pulling on all my reserves, I held on, wanting her to cum before I did. With a few more downward thrusts, she threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, and clenching her teeth, let out a hissing cry of "Jignesssss..."
That was the sign for me that her orgasm had begun to take hold of her body. In spite of her massive girth, her body shuddered uncontrollably and her mature cunt muscles contracted and expanded spasmodically, even as she bit her lips and hissed "Beta ... I am going to..." "Yes, aunty ... yes..." I groaned " ... I am also going to come..." Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry, as her orgasm eventually hit her, and she pumped her hips on me one final time. With a long drawn cry of "Uuiii maaa..." she collapsed on top of me, her hot molten lava like pussy letting out a gush of hot woman cum, that slid down my cock on to my balls. That was all that I had been waiting for, and with a deep chested grunt, I grabbed her by her back, and let my cock loose inside her pussy. Holding on, as I was for such a long time, my jism shot out of my cock with incredibly force, and flooded the cavity of her hot mature pussy. "Auntieee..." I screamed, grabbing her, those heavenly tits of hers quashed against my chest.
She lay there in that position on top of me for a while, dragging in deep lungfuls of breath, even as I lay gasping, trying to catch my own breath. Her pussy kept spasming, sending out fresh spurts of her own womanly cunt juices, even as my cock jerked and twitched inside her cunt. My cum intermingled with her pussy juices, flowed out of her pussy, and slid down my cock onto my now sagging testicles. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, before I squirmed uncomfortably under her. Sensing that the weight of her body was causing me discomfort, she slid off my body and lay down on my side, her head buried in my chest. The towel which she had tied around her hair had come undone, and her uncombed damp hair lay disheveled across her face.
Looking up at me with loving eyes, she whispered "Oh Jignesh beta ... aaj tumne meri aas poori kar di..." Caressing my cheeks, she continued "The feeling of your seed inside me ... its as if ... as if ... you and I are one today..." After a pause, she said softly "I love you, Jignesh beta ... I love you ... I know that this may sound silly to you ... your old Kalpana aunty saying this to you ... but no matter what you think beta ... I want you to know ... that Kalpana aunty will always love you ... always..." Hearing these words, I let out a soft sigh, my heart going out to this incredibly woman. Wrapping my arms around her broad naked back and pulling her towards me, I replied sincerely "I love you too, aunty ... no matter where life takes me ... I will always always love you..." She propped her head up on her palm, and looking into my eyes with an expression of love and tenderness, she kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you for saying that, beta..." she said softly. "No ... thank you, aunty ... thank you ... for loving me so much..." I replied, my voice quivering with my emotions. It was not everyday that a mother and a daughter, whom you only lusted for, said the same thing to you. It was tearing me apart all the more, knowing that unlike other women and girls that I had slept with, both Kalpana aunty and her teenage daughter Jigna, perhaps really loved me in some special way. She rested her head gently on my chest, and in that position, both of us drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the feel of her gently shaking me. Opening my eyes, I saw her sitting by my side on the bed, holding a cup of steaming hot tea. Caressing my face gently, with a smile she said "Good morning beta..." I stretched myself, and said with a lazy smile "Good morning to you too aunty..." She was fully dressed and was looking fresh as a daisy. I looked at the clock, and jumped out of the bed. It was nearing 7:00 am in the morning, and I knew I had to get out of her house before Jatin bhai came back. As I was pulling on my clothes, she watched me fondly. Gulping down my tea, I headed to the door. Just as I was about to open the door, she caught me by my hand and pulled me towards her. Looking into my face with an earnest expression, she said "Beta ... last night was very special for me ... I will always remember it ... and ... and I want you to know that I meant every word of what I said..." "Oh aunty..." I began to speak, only to be cut off by her lips on my finger. "Beta ... I love you ... and I want you to know that aunty is there for you whenever you need me ... till the time you get married beta ... I want you to know that I will be there for you as your wife..." she said softly. Pausing for a moment, as if unsure of what she was going to say next, she cleared her throat and said "And beta ... even after you become older and get married ... I want you to remember that your Kalpana aunty will always love you ... and I will be always there for you whenever you need me..." This uninhibited and unconditional expression of love was more than I could take, and I just took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. "I will always remember that, aunty..." I said, my eyes watering. She just smiled lovingly, and caressed my face again. With a lot of reluctance, I pulled myself away from her, and after waving to her, headed home.
After reaching home, I spent some time doing my morning workouts. After working up a good sweat, I stripped off my clothes, and wrapping a towel around my waist, was about to hit the shower when the bell rang. Cursing whoever was ringing the bell this early in the morning, I opened the door. It was that rabaari lady, Gajra ben. I had completely forgotten that I had asked this woman to bring milk to my house from today onwards. Like I had said earlier, she was a 46-year old tribal woman, who belonged to a tribe of traditionally cattle-breeding nomads, and lived in a nearby village.
Their source of livelihood was raising cattle, and supplying milk to the nearby households in the town next to their village. She was dressed in their traditional attire which comprised of a coarse embroidered ghaagra that had small discs of mirrors sewn into it, a similarly embroidered long sleeved choli that covered her torso almost completely up to her waist, and a ghunghat of sorts that covered her head, the ends having been tucked into the ghaagra at her ample waist. The bit I liked most about their attire was that the choli practically had no cover at the back, and was only tied by two strings at the back.
A battered aluminum pot was perched on her head, which ostensibly contained the milk. She stood there at the doorstep, beaming at me through her rather fair but weather beaten face. "Doodh laayi hoon, saheb..." she said to me with a smile, even as my eyes took in the contours of her massive body. Like I said earlier, she was about as tall as Mayuri ben, albeit much fairer, and possessed a fleshy well endowed mature body. Since she was supporting the pot on her head with one hand, her choli was stretched taut across those humongous breasts of hers, and I could see the outline of her thick nipples protruding even through the thick coarse fabric of her choli. A small portion of her ample fleshy belly, including a deep belly button could be seen between the lowered end of her choli and the waistline of her ghaagra.
Realizing that I was staring unashamedly at her body, I quickly averted by gaze, suddenly self conscious that I was wearing nothing but a towel across my waist. I smiled to myself when it suddenly occurred to me that I was in precisely this state of undress even when I had met her yesterday at Radhika aunty's parlour. I noticed her eyes give my well muscled torso the once over look, and seeing the smile on my face, asked self consciously "Aap muskura kyun rahe hai, saheb..." "Kucch nahin, Gajra ben ... bas aise hi kucch soch raha thha..." I replied, scratching my head. "Saheb ... aap zara yeh matki utaarne mein meri madad karenge..." she asked hesitantly, requesting me to help her heft the big aluminium pot from her head. "Haan, kyun nahi..." I replied, reaching out help her lift the pot from her head. As I did that, she stepped closer to me and bent forward a little bit to help me reach the pot. This caused her massive dangling breasts inside the choli to press against my chest for a brief moment.
They felt like a pair of mini footballs that had lost a bit of air, and I felt my limp cock twitch under the towel. This little brush with her did not go unnoticed by her, and the way she looked at me knowingly with a smile made me think that it was something she had done on purpose. Just as both of us were holding the aluminum vessel containing milk and bending forward to put in down on the floor, the unthinkable happened. My towel, which I had hastily tied around my waist before opening the door, came undone and slipped to the floor. I let out a little yelp of shock, and with a jerk, bent down to pick up the unfaithful towel; but not before this mature rabaari woman got a glimpse of my partly erect cock, and the wrinkled sac containing my family jewels. A sudden gleam came to her eyes, and she let out a throaty chuckle, even as I fumbled to get my towel back in place. Embarrassed to the core, I looked at her face with a scared expression on my face.
Still chuckling, she said "Arre saheb ... koi baat nahi ... itna kyun sharmaate ho ... aap jab itne se thhe ... tab se main aapko dekh rahi hoon ... aur us umar mein to maine aapko bahut baar nanga dekha hai..." I didn't know what to say and mumbled something incoherent. "Aur saheb ... aapka sharer to itna acchha hai ... woh to hamaara naseeb hai ki humko aapki body dekhne ko mil gayi..." she continued, realizing how embarrassed I was, and trying to make me feel at ease. I just smiled awkwardly and stood there fumbling with my towel. Changing the topic, she asked me "Acchha, saheb aap ek bartan lekar aayenge ... doodh nikalne ke liye..." I didn't want to stand there at the door anymore in only my towel, and said "Tum andar aa jaao na Gajra ben ... doodh ke liye kaunsa bartan nikaalna hai mujhe nahi pata ... tum hi koi bartan nikaal lo andar se..."
Shaking her head, she smiled at me, and entered the house. I closed the door behind her, and followed her into the kitchen. I opened the cabinets for her to look in, and she soon located an appropriate vessel. Sitting down on her haunches on the floor, she began to pour milk from the container into my vessel using an aluminum measuring glass. As she was transferring the milk, she looked up at me and asked "Saheb, aapke liye do litre doodh kaafi hoga na..." "Nahin, nahin..." I protested " ... itna saara doodh nahin chaahiye mujhe ... main akela hoon ghar par..." Pausing, she looked up at me with a smile again, and said "Arre saheb ... aap to jawaan ho ... aur aapki itni acchhi body hai ... aapko to kamse kam do litre doodh har roz peena chaahiye..." pronouncing the word 'body' to rhyme like 'bowl'. "Accha theek hai, Gajra ben..." I conceded, not wanting to argue with her on that point any more.
She smiled gratefully at me, and proceeded to finish pouring two litres of milk into the vessel she had extracted from the cabinet. Finishing, she stood up and asked "Waise to hum sabko bhains ka doodh dete hai ... lekin saheb agar aapko chaahiye to main aapke liye gaay ka doodh bhi laa sakti hoon..." I could never make out the difference between the two, and frankly didn't care anyways. All the same, I decided to make use of this question to try and get a little naughty with her. "Gaay aur bhains ke doodh ke alaawa aapke paas aur koi doodh nahi hai kya..." I asked in a straight tone. Confused, she looked at me and replied "Aur kaunsa doodh, saheb ... hum log to sirf gaay or bhains hi paalte hain..." I just smiled at her knowingly, and said "Chalo koi baat nahi ... maine socha ki aapke paas aur bhi koi doodh hoga dene ke liye..." purposely letting my eye move over the protruding mounds of her humongous tits inside that rustic choli.
That's when realization dawned upon her about the true meaning of my statement, and a slow knowing smile creased her plump heavy set face. "Ohh ... ab main samjhi..." she said with some hesitation, but smiling at me at the same time. "Arre saheb ... aap bhi na ... aap to hamaare maalik ho ... aap logo ki dayaa se to hi hum log jeete hain ... aapke liye to hum hamesha haazir hain..." she said slowly, looking me intently in the eye, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Hmm..." was all I said, still looking her in the eye, and refusing to be embarrassed by this conversation. We gazed at each other silently for a few moments, without saying a word. Then, with an apprehensive look on her face, she came closer to me and said in a low voice "Saheb ... maine aapka matlab theek samjha na?" I looked her nonchalantly in the eye, and retorted "Kya matlab samjha tumne?" Clearly unsettled now, she twiddled with the ghunghat which had slipped down from her head to her shoulder, and pulling it back up to cover her head again, said to me in an unsure voice "Matlab yeh ki ... ki ... aapko hamaara ... matlab ... aurat ka ... doodh chaahiye..." lifting her hand upwards to point in the general direction of her huge mammaries dangling heavily inside the confines of that coarse choli.
My cock twitched involuntarily inside my towel at this gesture of hers, but I maintained a straight face, and just grunted "Hmm..." I was enjoying making this woman squirm and she was now beginning to lose some of her self assuredness. Clearing her throat, she said to me hesitantly "Saheb ... mere paas to ... matlab ... mere shareer mein to ... doodh nahi hai ... par mein aapke liye uska ... uska intazaam kar sakit hoon..." looking at my face with an very apprensive look in her eyes. "Kya matlab tumhara..." I quipped, still maintaining a brusque tone. "Matlab yeh ki ... saheb ... main meri bahu ko ... usko bhej sakti hoon aapke paas ... uske paas ... matlab ... woh apne bacche ko doodh pilaati hai ... chalega kya, saheb?" she said in an almost imploring voice. My limp cock was by now threatening to stand at full attention, and even though I was aroused hugely by the thought of this mature 46-year old tribal woman offering to bring her daughter-in-law to me to 'feed' me, I refrained from accepting the offer. My fascination with womens' breasts had already resulted in Mayuri ben 'arranging' for the lactating Alka bhabhi for me, and I didn't want to open up any more opportunities along those lines, without first deciding whether I really liked it or not.
"Nahin ... rehne do ... uski zaroorat nahi hai..." I said to her with a straight face, though my voice quivered slightly on account of the excitement that I was feeling. Alarmed, she pleaded "Saheb ... aap usko ek baar dekh to lo ... woh jawaan hai ... uski abhi ek saal pehle shaadi hui hai ... sirf 21 saal ki hai who ... dekhne mein bhi sundar hai who..." I shook my head in amazement. My lust, or rather depravity, was making me discover that the world hid many shocking secrets. Well, if a mother could shamelessly pimp her daughter, then it should not have been any surprise to know that this woman here was pimping her daughter-in-law. Gajra ben just stood there, with a pained expression on her face, biting on the tip of her ghunghat which she had pulled across her face now.
I decided I had played the heartless pervert charade for long enough, and let a slow smile come on my face. "Arre Gajra ben ... woh sab hum baad mein dekhenge ... pehle tum ... mujhe apni doodh ke tanki dikhaao..." I said with a lascivious grin. Hearing these words, first a look of confusion, and then a look of comprehension came across her face. Dropping the ghunghat which she was holding across her face, she folded her hands in a "namaste" of sorts, and said to me with a weak smile "Saheb ... woh to ... mera matlab ... main to aapke liye kabhi bhi haazir hoon ... aap sirf mere ko hukam deejiye ... main aapke liye sab kucch karoongi ... aakhir mera bhi to koi farz banta hai na..."
With those words, she came closer to me, and looking at my face with a totally submissive smile on her face, placed the palm of her rough calloused hand on my bare chest. She subtly pressed her bulging fat belly on my crotch, causing my boner which had by now created a tent inside my towel, to press against the soft flabby flesh of her belly. At the same instant, those huge mammaries of hers, which I was sure, were at least as big as Mayuri ben's 42-D melons, if not more, also pressed against the lower part of my chest through the coarse fabric of her choli.
Still looking me in the eye with a weak smile, she said softly "Aapne aapki Gajra maasi ke mammein chaahiye saheb ... to aapne pehle kyun nahi bataaya ... main to aapki daasi hoon ... yeh kya cheez hai saheb ... mera to pura ka pura shareer aapki seva ke liye haazir hai..." pressing her huge breasts to me further in the process. Standing this close to me, I could smell the rather unpleasant odour of milk and cow dung emanating from her body, something that was associated with all of these nomads. But the horny lecherous bastard that I was, rather than putting me off, the odour aroused me instead.
Still letting her fingers rest on the muscles of my chest, she hesitantly placed her other hand on my waist, and pulling me gently towards her, said in a whisper "Ghabraao mat, saheb..." Then, taking my right hand in hers, she placed it on those mountainous mounds of her breasts over the choli. Pressing my hand to her mammoth mammaries through the choli, she breathed "Lo na saheb ... dabaao isko..." the hint of a smile playing on her thick wide lips. My mouth went dry as my hands instinctively closed around the soft yet heavy flesh of her humongous breasts.
As she felt my fingers close around her tit flesh, she let out an exaggerated sigh, and throwing her head back slightly, closed her eyes. "Hai maa ... kitna acchha lag raha hai, saheb..." she said lustily. Looking down upon this mature 46-year old rabaari woman, I could not help but smile at how easily these rustic women could fake arousal. Not that I minded it one bit. A few weeks ago, I had nothing but my trusty old hand to service my cock, and today I had trouble fitting all these eagar beavers into my daily schedule.
Deciding to take matters into my own hand, I said to her with a laugh "Kya Gajra ben ... sirf dabaane doge ki kucch dikhaaoge bhi mujhe..." Hearing this, she too let out a throat chuckle and replied "Arre saheb ... bas aapke hukam ka intazaar kar rahi thhi ... dikhaaoongi bhi aur ... karwaaoongi bhi..." This mature rabaari woman was getting randier by the minute, and I had to take care of her quickly. With a smile, she stepped back, and reaching behind her back, undid one of the two cords that were tied across her back. As the knot came undone and cords came lose, she slipped her fingers under the hem of her choli, and in one swift motion pulled it upwards, baring those incredibly huge mammaries to my view.
My eyes widened at the sight of her magnificent breasts. To call them breasts would be an understatement. They were udders to say the least. Fairer in complexion than the rest of her sun-burnt body, those mature succulent mammary glands hung like a pair of ripe jackfruits on her broad chest. They were definitely looking bigger than Mayuri ben's tits, and I concluded that even though she would be also a D-cup, she was atleast a 44-D.
They did not sag as much as Mayuri ben's breasts did, and in spite of the huge girth of each jack fruit sized udder, bulged proudly on her chest. They were milky white in complexion, and hung on her chest slightly wide of each other, leaving a big crevice between them. Blue veins could be seen clearly under the milky skin of her mammary glands. However, her dark brown nipples and aereolas were in complete contrast to the milky whiteness of her breasts, and were relatively small in comparison. They were not the huge rubbery nipples and aereolas that I had seen on Kalpana aunty and Mayuri ben, but instead were small stubby ones. Therefore, if one were to only look at her tits in isolation, one would get the impression that they belonged to a much younger woman.
As she stood there smiling, wantonly holding her choli pulled up above those mammoth breasts of hers, she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes "Kaise lage, saheb ... pasand aaye aapko ... Mayuri maasi ki doodh ki taanki..." I laughed at her crude words, and replied with a laugh "Kya baat hai Gajra ben ... ekdum solid hai aapki tankiyaan to ... pakka inme doodh nahin hai..." She laughed throatily upon hearing that, and replied "Aazma kar dekh lo, saheb ... kya pataa ki shaayad aap kuchh nikaal paao..." walking towards me slowly, still holding her choli up, her bared breasts quivering ever so slightly with each step she took towards me.
Stopping inches away from me, she cupped both of her heavy hanging udders in her both her hands, and hefting them up as if offering them to me, said to me in a husky voice "Chhoo kar nahi dekhoge, Jignesh saheb..." Without waiting for anything more, I reached out in a flash, and grabbed hold of those proffered mammary glands. I cupped them from below and hefted them in my palm. Lifting them up, I let them rest in my palm, as if weighing them. I shook my hands to wobble them, and let them drop back on her chest and belly with a plop. "Hmm ... bahut bhaari hai ... mujhe to lag raha hai ki inme doodh zaroor hoga..." I said with a horny smile.
She laughed upon hearing that, and said "Ek hi tareeka hai pata lagaane ka, saheb ... choos ke dekh lo..." These raunchy words from this mature tribal lady turned me on immensely, and I squeezed her heavy milky tit flesh hard in response. Once again, she let out an exaggerated moan of "Aahh..." as she felt my fingers close around her tits. Throwing her head back, she grunted "Dabaao saheb ... dabaao ... aap jaise mast jawaan ladke se dabwaane mein bahut mazaa aata hai mujhe..." This woman never ceased to amaze me with her crude lascivious talk, and not to be outdone in that department by her, I responded "Dabwaane se zyaada mazaa mujh jaise jawaan ladke se chudwaane mein aayega, Gajra ben..."
Her eyes flew open upon hearing this, and she mellowed down considerably, for some strange reason. "Oh saheb ... yeh aapne kya keh diya ... aap mujh jaisi gawaar aurat ko chodoge ... aisa saubhaagya mere naseeb main aayega ... yeh maine kabhi nahi socha thha..." she said earnestly. Knowing how much of an act of arousal, she had put on till now, I wasn't sure if I could believe her. But as I looked into her eyes, it slowly became apparent to me that, she was absolutely serious about what she had said. It then occurred to me that perhaps that this poor peasant woman was only expecting me to fool around with her tits, and not actually fuck her.
She would have not possibly expected that someone of my stature (whatever my father had built) would condescend to actually have as intimate a sexual liaison with her as intercourse. As these thoughts flashed through my mind, I noticed that she was still looking at my face intently. Dropping all pretensions of arrogance, I put my hand on her shoulder and said to her gently "Aisa mat bolo Gajra ben ... koi kissi ka maalik nahi hota ... sab haalat se mazboor hote hain..."
I was amazed at the philosophy I'd been able to conjure up on my own. Continuing, to gaze at her bared swollen breasts, which for some inexplicable reason, she was still baring to me by holding the choli up at her neck, I said to her "Hum duniya mein ek doosre ki zarooraton ko poora karein ... yehi is duniyaa ka usool hai ... mujhe aap jaisi aurat ki zaroorat hai ... meri zaroorato ko poora karne ke liye ... aur shaayad aapko bhi mujh jaise kisi ke zaroorat hai ... aapki zaroorato ko poora karne ke liye..." I finished.
She just looked at me dumbly, her mouth partly open, listening intently to each word I had uttered. I was beginning to feel rather foolish now. Here was a horny bastard like me, preaching some bull-shit philosophy to an illiterate peasant woman, who, of all things, was standing in front of me, baring her mammoth tits to me! I was half expecting her to laugh, but to my amazement, she had taken ever word uttered by me seriously.
Blinking her eyes rapidly a few times, she nodded her head dumbly again, and after a pause, said "Saheb ... aapne bilkul theek kaha ... kitne oonche vichaar hai aapke ... warna hum jaise gawaar logon ke baare mein kaun sochta hai..." I just shook my head dismissively, and said "Ab chhodo in sab baaton ko..." She too seemed to come out of her reverie, and shaking her head a few times, looked at me again and said "Saheb ... bataaiye main aapki kya zaroorat poori kar sakti hoon..." As she said this, she had moved closer to me, and dropping the choli which she was holding up, placed both her thick pudgy hands on my waist. Pressing her belly to my boner once again, she looked up into my face expectantly.
To Be Continued..
As I looked up to see the expression on her face, I could see that she was breathing heavily now and her chest heaved with the effort. It was a hugely arousing position to be in; sitting in front of this 38-year old housewife, and gazing at her body clad only in a bra and a panty that had been pulled down to her knees. Holding her by her waist with my left hand, I reached out with my right and gently ran my fingers along the thick mildly-haired pussy lips of hers. This resulted in her letting out a soft moan of "Oh mara dikraa..." and placing both her hands on my shoulders for support, even as she involuntarily parted her thighs a bit; as much as she could with the panty slid down to her knees restricting free movement.
Her head was turned sideways with her chin pressed to her shoulder, and her eyes were screwed shut, a result of the shame and arousal that I was sure she was being subject to. I then gently slid down her panties from her knees, and she cooperated by leaning forward on my shoulder for support and stepping out of them. Standing up, I embraced her once again, and pressing my fully hard cock inside the boxers to her well endowed belly, said to her "Ab aap bitar par let jaaiye, aunty..." She began to say something, but I cut her off by guiding her gently on to the bed. She lay down on the bed silently and shifted to the inside, making place for me on the outer side of the bed. She was lying on her side with her head supported by one hand bent at the elbows, and the other hand resting limply on her hips. Her huge breasts were pressed together inside the bra, creating a very inviting cleavage, and her legs were bunched together and bent at the knees.
Sitting down on the bed beside her, I whispered to her "Aunty ... lie on your stomach please..." She complied, albeit with some confusion, wondering what I had in mind. Caressing her broad naked back, I said to her gently "Aunty ... you have taken care of me so much ... I just want to say thank you ... and this is my way of doing that..." Reaching out with her free hand, she took my hand in hers and said with arousal "Oh Jignesh beta ... please don't embarrass aunty like this ... I can never ever repay the kindness you have shown to me and my family..." Pausing for a moment, she continued "All I have to offer you is my body, Jignesh beta ... and try to serve you in whatever way I can..." I was immensely turned on by this completely submissive statement she had made, and I was filled with feelings that were a strange mix of lust and compassion for her.
In response, I just pushed her gently on to her stomach, and shifted on the bed to sit across her outstretched legs on my knees. Supporting myself on my knees, I began to gently knead the flesh on her thick muscular calves; an action which made her to jerk her head up from the bed and exclaim "Oh beta ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho ... please..." "Shhh..." I said to her in return " ... you must be tired aunty ... just let me do what I want ... please aunty ... this is just my way of thanking you for everything..." I finished in an earnest voice. She let out a sigh on hearing this, and all she could muster was "Oh beta ... you are..." As she let her head drop on the pillow, I turned my attention to her body. I had never imagined I would have the pleasure of enjoying Kalpana aunty's body this way, as I gazed at the back of thick massive thighs, and that impossibly big mass of ass-flesh.
As I kneaded the muscles of her calves, I moved my hands upwards and began to press her thick fleshy thighs from the back. She just lay there submissively, cooperating with me fully. Gradually, my hands reached the twin mountains of her humungous ass. Even with my palms fully outstretched, I was able to cover only a part of each of her massive ass cheeks. As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her butt, she let out a soft sigh and squirmed on the bed. Her face was buried in the pillow and her outstretched arms were placed above her head. I ran a finger teasingly along the inside of her thighs till it reached the crevice of her ass cheeks. As I ran my finger along the crack of her massive butt, she shivered and muttered into the pillow "Beta ... bas..." My cock was fully erect now and was feeling distinctly uncomfortable in the confines of my boxers. My balls too were swollen painfully.
Pausing for a moment, I quickly slid down my boxers to become buck naked. Freed of the confines of the boxers, my rock hard prick sprang upwards proudly, slapping against my belly. Sliding upwards on her body, I sat down gently on her mammoth ass, an action which caused my swollen balls to rest on her butt. She inadvertently jutted her ass upwards, as if to press her butt flesh against my balls. Placing my left hand on her back for support, I took hold of my cock with my right, and pumped it a few times to let my foreskin stretch and relax; an action which caused a few drops of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my red swollen cock head. On an instinct, I rubbed the swollen tip of my cock against the crack of her ass, lubricating it with my pre-cum.
As I had said earlier, it had been my fantasy from the start to someday shove my cock inside the 38-year old Kalpana aunty's mammoth ass. However, my cock was still sore from all the action I'd had earlier in the day, and in this condition, I knew that I would not be able to hold myself for too long. "Some other day, boy..." I thought to myself. Unlike the slutty Mayuri ben, the endearing Kalpana aunty had not shown any inclination towards anal sex so far, and I didn't want to do anything that would shock her. In any case, by the way her back was heaving with her breathing, I could make out she was aroused. She adjusted her pelvis on the bed, and spread her thighs wider, as if inviting me to take her in one way or the other.
Sliding down the back of her thighs once again, I slid my right hand between her thighs from behind and felt the opening of her pussy once again. She was wet alright, and as my fingers touched the moist slit of her cunt, she let out out a soft moan and squirmed her hips once again. Leaning forward, I placed both my hands on the bed on either side of her prostate body, and lay down on her back, pressing my naked body to hers. "Oh Jignesh beta..." she moaned again, even as I rested my chin on her shoulder, and kissed her neck, running my tongue along her earlobes. My cock was now pressed against the crack of her huge butt, and she was moving her hips on the bed trying to get a feel of my cock somewhere. Sliding my hand between our pressed bodies, I guided my rock hard cock under the mounds of her massive ass cheeks, till it was wedged between the crack of her ass with the tip touching the opening of her thick mature pussy.
She pushed her hips upwards as if urging me to slide my cock into her pussy from behind, even as she whispered huskily "Beta ... ab aunty ko aur mat tadpaao ... take me now please..." Tempted as I was to ram my cock into her cunt from behind, I still resisted the temptation, and instead just teased her by rubbing the swollen tip of my cock against the crack of her ass and the moist opening of her mature cunt. To add to her arousal, I reached between our bodies and quickly undid the clasp of her bra. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I ran my tongue along her spine. This caused her to shiver, and I felt goose pimples come up on her arms and back. She shivered and a soft hiss escaped her lips.
Getting off her back, I pulled her by her shoulder and turned her around. With a moan of "Jignesh..." she turned on to her back and lay there looking at me with a completely helpless and aroused look on her face. Her big eyes were looking at me with arousal, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in short shallow gasps. As I gazed at this mature heavily built 38-year old mature housewife lying nearly naked on the bed, her beautiful big eyes begging me to take her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust course through my veins. In that position, with her wet hair still covered by that thin damp towel, her massive wide chest heaving, with the bra now unclasped from behind, her thick fleshy belly with a crevice near her incredibly deep belly button, and those short beefy legs parted slightly at the thighs to reveal her mature trimmed cunt in all its glory; I felt my cock quiver in anticipation.
Looking into her eyes, I reached out and almost roughly pulled off her bra. As she lifted her arms to help me pull the big old-fashioned black cotton bra from her chest, I was once again rewarded by the glorious sight of her huge heavy brown skinned 38-C sized breasts. The dark brown aereolas around her thick nipples were puckered with goose bumps in her arousal. In spite of the size of her breasts, they didn't sag the way Mayuri ben's did, and quivered ever so slightly with the movement of her arms. I was sitting on my knees by her side, and her hands instinctively reached out to take my throbbing cock in her hand. As her thick calloused fingers closed around the girth of my cock, I sighed, and reached out to hold both her massive breasts with my hands.
Cupping her heavy firm mature breasts from the underside, I squeezed them hard, eliciting a soft sigh from her. Her lips were parted, and she was beginning to breathe heavily now. As her hands began to stroke my cock slowly, my swollen cock head slipped out of the foreskin, and I threw my head back in pleasure, groaning "Oh aunty..." Continuing the maul her mature tits with my left hand, I quickly slid my right hand down to her pelvis, and pushing her thighs apart, thrust two of my fingers into her already wet thick cunt. The sudden intrustion of her mature pussy caused her to cry out "Ohh..." and she jerked her hips, vainly trying to lift her heavy hips off the bed.
With my fingers buried inside her sloppy wet juicy cunt up to my knuckles, I began to finger her pussy hard, causing her to twist and turn on the bed, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut. I stood up on my knees and holding her face turned it towards me. As she looked up at me with desire, I placed my cock near her lips. Without a word, she opened her mouth. Holding her head covered with the damp towel with my left hand, I thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, even as I continued to finger her cunt violently with the fingers of my right hand. Unprepared that she was for this sudden assault on her mouth, she gagged as my thick swollen cock filled her mouth and tip almost touched the back of her throat. Her body shivered violently, and as her throat constricted around the tip of my cock, her heavy body lifted off the bed with a violent shudder. A low gurgling sound emanated from the depths of her throat as a burst of saliva came dribbing out of the side of her outstretched mouth.
"Ummfff..." she gurgled, even as she reached out with her hand to clasp my muscular buttocks and allowed me to plough my cock into the depths of her mouth. As her throat adjusted to the thickness of my cock, she lifted her head slightly off the pillow and began to bob her head back and forth, sucking on my rampant cock in earnest. It was a hugely erotic position to be in, with me on my knees next to her face, holding her head with one hand and fucking her thick lipped wide mouth, while my fingers were furiously ravaging her mature vagina. As I watched her big heavy breasts heave and wobble with my dual assault, I felt my balls tighten, threatening to spew forth my scalding hot cum into her warm sucking mouth.
With a groan, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and looking her in the eye, said "Aunty ... please fuck me now ... I want you to fuck me now..." With a look of infinite love and arousal in her eyes, she pulled my face to hers, and whispering "Oh beta..." kissed me passionately on my mouth. As she thrust her tongue into my mouth in wanton arousal, I grabbed hold of her massive tit and squeezed it roughly, pinching the thick aroused nipple hard. She pushed me down on the bed, and quickly sat up on the bed. Hefting her heavy body off the bed, she straddled me, and sat across my thighs, supporting herself on her knees and taking care not to let all her weight come on me. Taking my erect cock gently in her hand, she looked into my eyes and said ever so softly "Oh beta ... more than you ... I want you today ... I have not felt so ... so..." her voice trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished. Supporting herself by placing one hand on the side of my shoulder, she leant forward and taking my rod in her hand guided it towards the opening of her thick juicy mature cunt.
With effort, she moved her legs, so that she was now in a squatting position on her haunches (and not resting on her knees), she lifted her massive wide hips and ass off the bed. Holding on to my erect cock to keep it upright, she slowly lowered her huge wide ass on to my cock. As the thick blood-gorged swollen tip of my cock parted the lips of her mature cunt, she closed her eyes and biting her lips, let out a soft cry of "Unnhhh..." Sitting on her haunches, and holding on to my outstretched hands for support, as she lowered her weight on to me, my slick rod slid into the depths of her eager mature cunt. The wonderful woman that she was, she took care not to sit down completely on my pelvis and crush me with the weight of her massive body. Instead, she supported her weight in that squatting position on her legs. In that position, even though my cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy, I did not feel any pressure of her weight on my body.
As she felt my cock twitch inside the wet folds of her cunt, she looked into my eyes lovingly. It was a sight to behold; the sight of the heavily and stockily built buxom Kalpana aunty, squatting on me with my cock buried inside her still reasonably tight cunt, buck naked except for that damp towel still wrapped around her hair, and that ubiquitous mangalsutra dangling from her neck between those incredibly heavy and firm massive orbs of mature tit flesh. Letting go off my hands which she had been clasping, she placed it on my chest, and began to lift and drop her incredibly wide and heavy hips on my pelvis. I threw my head back in pleasure, as she began to fuck me, the tempo increasing gradually.
She was not the type who was a screamer, but still as her cunt slid up and down on my raging hard cock, she couldn't help but let out soft grunts of "Unnhh ... unnhh ... unnhh..." Her huge mature breasts which were dangling in front of me, began to swing and shudder with each downward thrust of her hips, that massive ass of hers making slapping sounds as it pounded on my pelvis. Grabbing hold of her swinging dangling breasts, I also began to thrust my hips upwards each time hers came down, sending my cock deep into the previously unexplored depths of her cunt. I loved having a woman on top of me, but I had never imagined that a woman of Kalpana aunty's age and body structure could manage to do it so well. She was breathing heavily, as she focused on the task of giving me maximum pleasure, taking care to never let her complete weight come on me.
"Auntie..." I groaned " ... fuck me ... fuck me..." as she continued to thrust her hips vigorously on my raging hard cock, her massive breasts heaving violently with the effort. Hearing this, she started fucking me with renewed vigor, slapping her heavy buttocks on me harder. Somehow, this incredible woman was managing to contract her pussy muscles even as she was pounding her cunt on my cock from top, and this was enough to send my head into a tizzy. I had originally planned to mount her missionary style eventually, and fuck her senseless, but the pleasure that I was getting by her fucking me from top made me changed my mind. I was ready to come any moment now, but I wanted to see if I could watch her get her orgasm simply by riding my cock. I constricted the muscles of my buttocks to contain myself and hold on, keeping my cock hard at the same time.
She went on fucking me vigorously from top, and all her attention was now completely focused on that activity. She was oblivious to the feel of my hands mauling her dangling heavy breasts mercilessly, as her eyes were looking down towards where her mature cunt was sliding up and down on my rigid shaft. I lay back to enjoy the sensation, and watch how long she could continue this tempo of fucking me from top. She was beginning to tire with the effort now, and her mouth was open, sucking in huge gasps of breath, as she hefted and dropped her hips on my pelvis, fucking me as hard as anyone could in this position. To her credit, she didn't give up and kept at it with incredible dedication, all her senses focused only on getting me to my orgasm. Pulling on all my reserves, I held on, wanting her to cum before I did. With a few more downward thrusts, she threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, and clenching her teeth, let out a hissing cry of "Jignesssss..."
That was the sign for me that her orgasm had begun to take hold of her body. In spite of her massive girth, her body shuddered uncontrollably and her mature cunt muscles contracted and expanded spasmodically, even as she bit her lips and hissed "Beta ... I am going to..." "Yes, aunty ... yes..." I groaned " ... I am also going to come..." Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry, as her orgasm eventually hit her, and she pumped her hips on me one final time. With a long drawn cry of "Uuiii maaa..." she collapsed on top of me, her hot molten lava like pussy letting out a gush of hot woman cum, that slid down my cock on to my balls. That was all that I had been waiting for, and with a deep chested grunt, I grabbed her by her back, and let my cock loose inside her pussy. Holding on, as I was for such a long time, my jism shot out of my cock with incredibly force, and flooded the cavity of her hot mature pussy. "Auntieee..." I screamed, grabbing her, those heavenly tits of hers quashed against my chest.
She lay there in that position on top of me for a while, dragging in deep lungfuls of breath, even as I lay gasping, trying to catch my own breath. Her pussy kept spasming, sending out fresh spurts of her own womanly cunt juices, even as my cock jerked and twitched inside her cunt. My cum intermingled with her pussy juices, flowed out of her pussy, and slid down my cock onto my now sagging testicles. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, before I squirmed uncomfortably under her. Sensing that the weight of her body was causing me discomfort, she slid off my body and lay down on my side, her head buried in my chest. The towel which she had tied around her hair had come undone, and her uncombed damp hair lay disheveled across her face.
Looking up at me with loving eyes, she whispered "Oh Jignesh beta ... aaj tumne meri aas poori kar di..." Caressing my cheeks, she continued "The feeling of your seed inside me ... its as if ... as if ... you and I are one today..." After a pause, she said softly "I love you, Jignesh beta ... I love you ... I know that this may sound silly to you ... your old Kalpana aunty saying this to you ... but no matter what you think beta ... I want you to know ... that Kalpana aunty will always love you ... always..." Hearing these words, I let out a soft sigh, my heart going out to this incredibly woman. Wrapping my arms around her broad naked back and pulling her towards me, I replied sincerely "I love you too, aunty ... no matter where life takes me ... I will always always love you..." She propped her head up on her palm, and looking into my eyes with an expression of love and tenderness, she kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you for saying that, beta..." she said softly. "No ... thank you, aunty ... thank you ... for loving me so much..." I replied, my voice quivering with my emotions. It was not everyday that a mother and a daughter, whom you only lusted for, said the same thing to you. It was tearing me apart all the more, knowing that unlike other women and girls that I had slept with, both Kalpana aunty and her teenage daughter Jigna, perhaps really loved me in some special way. She rested her head gently on my chest, and in that position, both of us drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the feel of her gently shaking me. Opening my eyes, I saw her sitting by my side on the bed, holding a cup of steaming hot tea. Caressing my face gently, with a smile she said "Good morning beta..." I stretched myself, and said with a lazy smile "Good morning to you too aunty..." She was fully dressed and was looking fresh as a daisy. I looked at the clock, and jumped out of the bed. It was nearing 7:00 am in the morning, and I knew I had to get out of her house before Jatin bhai came back. As I was pulling on my clothes, she watched me fondly. Gulping down my tea, I headed to the door. Just as I was about to open the door, she caught me by my hand and pulled me towards her. Looking into my face with an earnest expression, she said "Beta ... last night was very special for me ... I will always remember it ... and ... and I want you to know that I meant every word of what I said..." "Oh aunty..." I began to speak, only to be cut off by her lips on my finger. "Beta ... I love you ... and I want you to know that aunty is there for you whenever you need me ... till the time you get married beta ... I want you to know that I will be there for you as your wife..." she said softly. Pausing for a moment, as if unsure of what she was going to say next, she cleared her throat and said "And beta ... even after you become older and get married ... I want you to remember that your Kalpana aunty will always love you ... and I will be always there for you whenever you need me..." This uninhibited and unconditional expression of love was more than I could take, and I just took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. "I will always remember that, aunty..." I said, my eyes watering. She just smiled lovingly, and caressed my face again. With a lot of reluctance, I pulled myself away from her, and after waving to her, headed home.
After reaching home, I spent some time doing my morning workouts. After working up a good sweat, I stripped off my clothes, and wrapping a towel around my waist, was about to hit the shower when the bell rang. Cursing whoever was ringing the bell this early in the morning, I opened the door. It was that rabaari lady, Gajra ben. I had completely forgotten that I had asked this woman to bring milk to my house from today onwards. Like I had said earlier, she was a 46-year old tribal woman, who belonged to a tribe of traditionally cattle-breeding nomads, and lived in a nearby village.
Their source of livelihood was raising cattle, and supplying milk to the nearby households in the town next to their village. She was dressed in their traditional attire which comprised of a coarse embroidered ghaagra that had small discs of mirrors sewn into it, a similarly embroidered long sleeved choli that covered her torso almost completely up to her waist, and a ghunghat of sorts that covered her head, the ends having been tucked into the ghaagra at her ample waist. The bit I liked most about their attire was that the choli practically had no cover at the back, and was only tied by two strings at the back.
A battered aluminum pot was perched on her head, which ostensibly contained the milk. She stood there at the doorstep, beaming at me through her rather fair but weather beaten face. "Doodh laayi hoon, saheb..." she said to me with a smile, even as my eyes took in the contours of her massive body. Like I said earlier, she was about as tall as Mayuri ben, albeit much fairer, and possessed a fleshy well endowed mature body. Since she was supporting the pot on her head with one hand, her choli was stretched taut across those humongous breasts of hers, and I could see the outline of her thick nipples protruding even through the thick coarse fabric of her choli. A small portion of her ample fleshy belly, including a deep belly button could be seen between the lowered end of her choli and the waistline of her ghaagra.
Realizing that I was staring unashamedly at her body, I quickly averted by gaze, suddenly self conscious that I was wearing nothing but a towel across my waist. I smiled to myself when it suddenly occurred to me that I was in precisely this state of undress even when I had met her yesterday at Radhika aunty's parlour. I noticed her eyes give my well muscled torso the once over look, and seeing the smile on my face, asked self consciously "Aap muskura kyun rahe hai, saheb..." "Kucch nahin, Gajra ben ... bas aise hi kucch soch raha thha..." I replied, scratching my head. "Saheb ... aap zara yeh matki utaarne mein meri madad karenge..." she asked hesitantly, requesting me to help her heft the big aluminium pot from her head. "Haan, kyun nahi..." I replied, reaching out help her lift the pot from her head. As I did that, she stepped closer to me and bent forward a little bit to help me reach the pot. This caused her massive dangling breasts inside the choli to press against my chest for a brief moment.
They felt like a pair of mini footballs that had lost a bit of air, and I felt my limp cock twitch under the towel. This little brush with her did not go unnoticed by her, and the way she looked at me knowingly with a smile made me think that it was something she had done on purpose. Just as both of us were holding the aluminum vessel containing milk and bending forward to put in down on the floor, the unthinkable happened. My towel, which I had hastily tied around my waist before opening the door, came undone and slipped to the floor. I let out a little yelp of shock, and with a jerk, bent down to pick up the unfaithful towel; but not before this mature rabaari woman got a glimpse of my partly erect cock, and the wrinkled sac containing my family jewels. A sudden gleam came to her eyes, and she let out a throaty chuckle, even as I fumbled to get my towel back in place. Embarrassed to the core, I looked at her face with a scared expression on my face.
Still chuckling, she said "Arre saheb ... koi baat nahi ... itna kyun sharmaate ho ... aap jab itne se thhe ... tab se main aapko dekh rahi hoon ... aur us umar mein to maine aapko bahut baar nanga dekha hai..." I didn't know what to say and mumbled something incoherent. "Aur saheb ... aapka sharer to itna acchha hai ... woh to hamaara naseeb hai ki humko aapki body dekhne ko mil gayi..." she continued, realizing how embarrassed I was, and trying to make me feel at ease. I just smiled awkwardly and stood there fumbling with my towel. Changing the topic, she asked me "Acchha, saheb aap ek bartan lekar aayenge ... doodh nikalne ke liye..." I didn't want to stand there at the door anymore in only my towel, and said "Tum andar aa jaao na Gajra ben ... doodh ke liye kaunsa bartan nikaalna hai mujhe nahi pata ... tum hi koi bartan nikaal lo andar se..."
Shaking her head, she smiled at me, and entered the house. I closed the door behind her, and followed her into the kitchen. I opened the cabinets for her to look in, and she soon located an appropriate vessel. Sitting down on her haunches on the floor, she began to pour milk from the container into my vessel using an aluminum measuring glass. As she was transferring the milk, she looked up at me and asked "Saheb, aapke liye do litre doodh kaafi hoga na..." "Nahin, nahin..." I protested " ... itna saara doodh nahin chaahiye mujhe ... main akela hoon ghar par..." Pausing, she looked up at me with a smile again, and said "Arre saheb ... aap to jawaan ho ... aur aapki itni acchhi body hai ... aapko to kamse kam do litre doodh har roz peena chaahiye..." pronouncing the word 'body' to rhyme like 'bowl'. "Accha theek hai, Gajra ben..." I conceded, not wanting to argue with her on that point any more.
She smiled gratefully at me, and proceeded to finish pouring two litres of milk into the vessel she had extracted from the cabinet. Finishing, she stood up and asked "Waise to hum sabko bhains ka doodh dete hai ... lekin saheb agar aapko chaahiye to main aapke liye gaay ka doodh bhi laa sakti hoon..." I could never make out the difference between the two, and frankly didn't care anyways. All the same, I decided to make use of this question to try and get a little naughty with her. "Gaay aur bhains ke doodh ke alaawa aapke paas aur koi doodh nahi hai kya..." I asked in a straight tone. Confused, she looked at me and replied "Aur kaunsa doodh, saheb ... hum log to sirf gaay or bhains hi paalte hain..." I just smiled at her knowingly, and said "Chalo koi baat nahi ... maine socha ki aapke paas aur bhi koi doodh hoga dene ke liye..." purposely letting my eye move over the protruding mounds of her humongous tits inside that rustic choli.
That's when realization dawned upon her about the true meaning of my statement, and a slow knowing smile creased her plump heavy set face. "Ohh ... ab main samjhi..." she said with some hesitation, but smiling at me at the same time. "Arre saheb ... aap bhi na ... aap to hamaare maalik ho ... aap logo ki dayaa se to hi hum log jeete hain ... aapke liye to hum hamesha haazir hain..." she said slowly, looking me intently in the eye, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Hmm..." was all I said, still looking her in the eye, and refusing to be embarrassed by this conversation. We gazed at each other silently for a few moments, without saying a word. Then, with an apprehensive look on her face, she came closer to me and said in a low voice "Saheb ... maine aapka matlab theek samjha na?" I looked her nonchalantly in the eye, and retorted "Kya matlab samjha tumne?" Clearly unsettled now, she twiddled with the ghunghat which had slipped down from her head to her shoulder, and pulling it back up to cover her head again, said to me in an unsure voice "Matlab yeh ki ... ki ... aapko hamaara ... matlab ... aurat ka ... doodh chaahiye..." lifting her hand upwards to point in the general direction of her huge mammaries dangling heavily inside the confines of that coarse choli.
My cock twitched involuntarily inside my towel at this gesture of hers, but I maintained a straight face, and just grunted "Hmm..." I was enjoying making this woman squirm and she was now beginning to lose some of her self assuredness. Clearing her throat, she said to me hesitantly "Saheb ... mere paas to ... matlab ... mere shareer mein to ... doodh nahi hai ... par mein aapke liye uska ... uska intazaam kar sakit hoon..." looking at my face with an very apprensive look in her eyes. "Kya matlab tumhara..." I quipped, still maintaining a brusque tone. "Matlab yeh ki ... saheb ... main meri bahu ko ... usko bhej sakti hoon aapke paas ... uske paas ... matlab ... woh apne bacche ko doodh pilaati hai ... chalega kya, saheb?" she said in an almost imploring voice. My limp cock was by now threatening to stand at full attention, and even though I was aroused hugely by the thought of this mature 46-year old tribal woman offering to bring her daughter-in-law to me to 'feed' me, I refrained from accepting the offer. My fascination with womens' breasts had already resulted in Mayuri ben 'arranging' for the lactating Alka bhabhi for me, and I didn't want to open up any more opportunities along those lines, without first deciding whether I really liked it or not.
"Nahin ... rehne do ... uski zaroorat nahi hai..." I said to her with a straight face, though my voice quivered slightly on account of the excitement that I was feeling. Alarmed, she pleaded "Saheb ... aap usko ek baar dekh to lo ... woh jawaan hai ... uski abhi ek saal pehle shaadi hui hai ... sirf 21 saal ki hai who ... dekhne mein bhi sundar hai who..." I shook my head in amazement. My lust, or rather depravity, was making me discover that the world hid many shocking secrets. Well, if a mother could shamelessly pimp her daughter, then it should not have been any surprise to know that this woman here was pimping her daughter-in-law. Gajra ben just stood there, with a pained expression on her face, biting on the tip of her ghunghat which she had pulled across her face now.
I decided I had played the heartless pervert charade for long enough, and let a slow smile come on my face. "Arre Gajra ben ... woh sab hum baad mein dekhenge ... pehle tum ... mujhe apni doodh ke tanki dikhaao..." I said with a lascivious grin. Hearing these words, first a look of confusion, and then a look of comprehension came across her face. Dropping the ghunghat which she was holding across her face, she folded her hands in a "namaste" of sorts, and said to me with a weak smile "Saheb ... woh to ... mera matlab ... main to aapke liye kabhi bhi haazir hoon ... aap sirf mere ko hukam deejiye ... main aapke liye sab kucch karoongi ... aakhir mera bhi to koi farz banta hai na..."
With those words, she came closer to me, and looking at my face with a totally submissive smile on her face, placed the palm of her rough calloused hand on my bare chest. She subtly pressed her bulging fat belly on my crotch, causing my boner which had by now created a tent inside my towel, to press against the soft flabby flesh of her belly. At the same instant, those huge mammaries of hers, which I was sure, were at least as big as Mayuri ben's 42-D melons, if not more, also pressed against the lower part of my chest through the coarse fabric of her choli.
Still looking me in the eye with a weak smile, she said softly "Aapne aapki Gajra maasi ke mammein chaahiye saheb ... to aapne pehle kyun nahi bataaya ... main to aapki daasi hoon ... yeh kya cheez hai saheb ... mera to pura ka pura shareer aapki seva ke liye haazir hai..." pressing her huge breasts to me further in the process. Standing this close to me, I could smell the rather unpleasant odour of milk and cow dung emanating from her body, something that was associated with all of these nomads. But the horny lecherous bastard that I was, rather than putting me off, the odour aroused me instead.
Still letting her fingers rest on the muscles of my chest, she hesitantly placed her other hand on my waist, and pulling me gently towards her, said in a whisper "Ghabraao mat, saheb..." Then, taking my right hand in hers, she placed it on those mountainous mounds of her breasts over the choli. Pressing my hand to her mammoth mammaries through the choli, she breathed "Lo na saheb ... dabaao isko..." the hint of a smile playing on her thick wide lips. My mouth went dry as my hands instinctively closed around the soft yet heavy flesh of her humongous breasts.
As she felt my fingers close around her tit flesh, she let out an exaggerated sigh, and throwing her head back slightly, closed her eyes. "Hai maa ... kitna acchha lag raha hai, saheb..." she said lustily. Looking down upon this mature 46-year old rabaari woman, I could not help but smile at how easily these rustic women could fake arousal. Not that I minded it one bit. A few weeks ago, I had nothing but my trusty old hand to service my cock, and today I had trouble fitting all these eagar beavers into my daily schedule.
Deciding to take matters into my own hand, I said to her with a laugh "Kya Gajra ben ... sirf dabaane doge ki kucch dikhaaoge bhi mujhe..." Hearing this, she too let out a throat chuckle and replied "Arre saheb ... bas aapke hukam ka intazaar kar rahi thhi ... dikhaaoongi bhi aur ... karwaaoongi bhi..." This mature rabaari woman was getting randier by the minute, and I had to take care of her quickly. With a smile, she stepped back, and reaching behind her back, undid one of the two cords that were tied across her back. As the knot came undone and cords came lose, she slipped her fingers under the hem of her choli, and in one swift motion pulled it upwards, baring those incredibly huge mammaries to my view.
My eyes widened at the sight of her magnificent breasts. To call them breasts would be an understatement. They were udders to say the least. Fairer in complexion than the rest of her sun-burnt body, those mature succulent mammary glands hung like a pair of ripe jackfruits on her broad chest. They were definitely looking bigger than Mayuri ben's tits, and I concluded that even though she would be also a D-cup, she was atleast a 44-D.
They did not sag as much as Mayuri ben's breasts did, and in spite of the huge girth of each jack fruit sized udder, bulged proudly on her chest. They were milky white in complexion, and hung on her chest slightly wide of each other, leaving a big crevice between them. Blue veins could be seen clearly under the milky skin of her mammary glands. However, her dark brown nipples and aereolas were in complete contrast to the milky whiteness of her breasts, and were relatively small in comparison. They were not the huge rubbery nipples and aereolas that I had seen on Kalpana aunty and Mayuri ben, but instead were small stubby ones. Therefore, if one were to only look at her tits in isolation, one would get the impression that they belonged to a much younger woman.
As she stood there smiling, wantonly holding her choli pulled up above those mammoth breasts of hers, she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes "Kaise lage, saheb ... pasand aaye aapko ... Mayuri maasi ki doodh ki taanki..." I laughed at her crude words, and replied with a laugh "Kya baat hai Gajra ben ... ekdum solid hai aapki tankiyaan to ... pakka inme doodh nahin hai..." She laughed throatily upon hearing that, and replied "Aazma kar dekh lo, saheb ... kya pataa ki shaayad aap kuchh nikaal paao..." walking towards me slowly, still holding her choli up, her bared breasts quivering ever so slightly with each step she took towards me.
Stopping inches away from me, she cupped both of her heavy hanging udders in her both her hands, and hefting them up as if offering them to me, said to me in a husky voice "Chhoo kar nahi dekhoge, Jignesh saheb..." Without waiting for anything more, I reached out in a flash, and grabbed hold of those proffered mammary glands. I cupped them from below and hefted them in my palm. Lifting them up, I let them rest in my palm, as if weighing them. I shook my hands to wobble them, and let them drop back on her chest and belly with a plop. "Hmm ... bahut bhaari hai ... mujhe to lag raha hai ki inme doodh zaroor hoga..." I said with a horny smile.
She laughed upon hearing that, and said "Ek hi tareeka hai pata lagaane ka, saheb ... choos ke dekh lo..." These raunchy words from this mature tribal lady turned me on immensely, and I squeezed her heavy milky tit flesh hard in response. Once again, she let out an exaggerated moan of "Aahh..." as she felt my fingers close around her tits. Throwing her head back, she grunted "Dabaao saheb ... dabaao ... aap jaise mast jawaan ladke se dabwaane mein bahut mazaa aata hai mujhe..." This woman never ceased to amaze me with her crude lascivious talk, and not to be outdone in that department by her, I responded "Dabwaane se zyaada mazaa mujh jaise jawaan ladke se chudwaane mein aayega, Gajra ben..."
Her eyes flew open upon hearing this, and she mellowed down considerably, for some strange reason. "Oh saheb ... yeh aapne kya keh diya ... aap mujh jaisi gawaar aurat ko chodoge ... aisa saubhaagya mere naseeb main aayega ... yeh maine kabhi nahi socha thha..." she said earnestly. Knowing how much of an act of arousal, she had put on till now, I wasn't sure if I could believe her. But as I looked into her eyes, it slowly became apparent to me that, she was absolutely serious about what she had said. It then occurred to me that perhaps that this poor peasant woman was only expecting me to fool around with her tits, and not actually fuck her.
She would have not possibly expected that someone of my stature (whatever my father had built) would condescend to actually have as intimate a sexual liaison with her as intercourse. As these thoughts flashed through my mind, I noticed that she was still looking at my face intently. Dropping all pretensions of arrogance, I put my hand on her shoulder and said to her gently "Aisa mat bolo Gajra ben ... koi kissi ka maalik nahi hota ... sab haalat se mazboor hote hain..."
I was amazed at the philosophy I'd been able to conjure up on my own. Continuing, to gaze at her bared swollen breasts, which for some inexplicable reason, she was still baring to me by holding the choli up at her neck, I said to her "Hum duniya mein ek doosre ki zarooraton ko poora karein ... yehi is duniyaa ka usool hai ... mujhe aap jaisi aurat ki zaroorat hai ... meri zaroorato ko poora karne ke liye ... aur shaayad aapko bhi mujh jaise kisi ke zaroorat hai ... aapki zaroorato ko poora karne ke liye..." I finished.
She just looked at me dumbly, her mouth partly open, listening intently to each word I had uttered. I was beginning to feel rather foolish now. Here was a horny bastard like me, preaching some bull-shit philosophy to an illiterate peasant woman, who, of all things, was standing in front of me, baring her mammoth tits to me! I was half expecting her to laugh, but to my amazement, she had taken ever word uttered by me seriously.
Blinking her eyes rapidly a few times, she nodded her head dumbly again, and after a pause, said "Saheb ... aapne bilkul theek kaha ... kitne oonche vichaar hai aapke ... warna hum jaise gawaar logon ke baare mein kaun sochta hai..." I just shook my head dismissively, and said "Ab chhodo in sab baaton ko..." She too seemed to come out of her reverie, and shaking her head a few times, looked at me again and said "Saheb ... bataaiye main aapki kya zaroorat poori kar sakti hoon..." As she said this, she had moved closer to me, and dropping the choli which she was holding up, placed both her thick pudgy hands on my waist. Pressing her belly to my boner once again, she looked up into my face expectantly.
To Be Continued..
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