13-12-2018, 12:00 PM
Part - 23
I just sighed, and pressed my crotch towards her belly harder. Still looking into my eyes, she slid her hand between us, and parting the towel at the front, took hold of my almost fully hard cock in her coarse calloused hands. As I felt her thick fingers close around my turgid cock, I reached out and slid my hand inside that old-fashioned rabaari choli of hers. "Oh saheb..." she whispered " ... aapka to khada ho gaya hai..." "Kya kare Gajra ben ... meri zaroorat to yahi hai..." I said to her.
She gave me a benign smile, and without a word knelt down on the floor. She quickly undid my towel, and let it fall on the floor. As my throbbing cock sprang out like an angry cobra, her jaw dropped, and she said in feigned awe "Hai re daiya ... Jignesh saheb ... aapka to kitna mota hai..." Taking hold of my cock in her calloused hand, she began to stroke it slowly in a practiced motion that made it very evident that this was something she did day in and day out. Looking up at me with a conspiratory smile, she crooned "Baap re Jignesh saheb ... itna mota lauda to maine kabhi nahi dekha hai ... aisa aujaar to kisi ladki ko bahut khush kar degaa..."
This rustic slut was now turning it on to me, and I chuckled inwardly hearing her singing peans about my rather average sized but reasonably thick cock. So what if she was feeding me all the bull shit I wanted to hear, all that mattered was that she was there infront of me on her knees, and worshipping my cock. She wet her lips deliberately, looking up at me all the time, even as she reached out with her other hand, and began to fondle and squeeze my swollen balls.
This was becoming too easy, I thought to myself, as I looked down upon this matronly 46-year old mammoth breasted rustic peasant woman on her knees, stroking my cock. Her coarse pallu had slipped off her head, and was resting on her shoulder, and I could see the streaks of grey in her hair at the parting in the middle. She was devoid of ornaments of any kind, except for a black thread around her neck, to which some sort of an amulet was tied. Her sparse hair was tied in a small bun at the back of her head.
As she continued to manipulate my cock with her fingers, I reached down and undid the other cord which was holding her choli tied together across her back. She smiled at me when I did that, and hunched her shoulders together, as if inviting me to slide my hand inside the cleavage which had now formed at the front of her chest. I had realized earlier that it was better if I kept these village women their place, lest they start to sit on my head. In a gruff voice, I said to her "Yeh choli utaar de, Gajra ben ... mujhe tumhaare mammein khule chaahiye..." A bit surprised at the tone of my voice, she said quickly "Haan, saheb ... ek minute..." She quickly, pulled the choli off her torso, and slid both her arms out of the long sleeves.
Dropping the choli on the floor, even as she was sitting on her knees on the floor, she looked up at me as if awaiting my next instruction. No matter how many times I looked at them, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of her massive bulging udders. They hung on her chest like a pair of ripe jack fruits, waiting to be chopped off the tree trunk. And the fact that she had milky white skin made them all the more mouth watering. Even her bulging fat belly, which had at least two spare tires on them, with a deep crevice for the belly button, looked erotic to me.
Thrusting my hip forward towards her face, so that my throbbing manhood was now only inches away from her face, I said to her gruffly "Ab zara isko pyaar se chooso, Gajra ben..." "Ji haan, saheb..." she complied immediately, and without a word opened her thick lipped mouth to take my cock in. I took hold of my cock and moved it away from her face, causing her to miss her mark. She looked up at me in surprise, and then seeing the smile on my face, relaxed. She too smiled back, and opening her mouth again, tried to take it in again. Once again, I teased her by moving my cock away. This time, I took hold of my cock, and shaking it, slapped it against her face. Taking hold of her head by her hair, I slapped my hard cock on her cheeks, nose, and eyelids. She cooperated fully by holding her face up, and allowing me to do whatever I wanted; all the time maintaining a smile on her face.
Holding my cock up, I gestured towards my balls. Getting the hint, she bent her head slightly, and thrusting her tongue out began to lick my swollen hairy balls. "Aahh..." I groaned, as I felt her thick hot tongue run along my swollen scrotal sacks. Fisting my cock, I spread my legs wider, and placed my dangling balls over her open mouth. She immediately opened her mouth, and began to tongue and suck on my balls. If someone were to come into the kitchen now, it would have been a sight to behold.
I was standing buck naked in the kitchen holding my rigid cock, and feeding my swollen balls into the mouth of this lusty 46-year old rabaari woman, who was doing her best to lick and suck on my balls. Decinding to test my limits with her, I dragged a small stool which was lying nearby close to me with my feet, and put my right leg on that. Since my right leg was now bent at the knees, with a little forward movement of my hips, I was able to place the opening of my puckered arse hold right over her mouth. To my utter surprise, she continued to lick my balls without respite, and in a smooth motion, slid her tongue to the opening of my ass!
As I felt her tongue ream the small puckered opening of my arse, I felt a shudder go through my body, and my hands instinctively closed tighter around my thich shaft. Bending my knee a bit more, I pressed my ass to her mouth, urging her to tongue my ass deeper. She was up to the task, and without any hint of reluctance, began to lap my ass hole. Even though I had experienced Mayuri ben lick my ass once, this was for more erotic. It bordered on sadomasochism; my standing this way with my ass literally on top of her face.
With a groan, I moved myself away from her, and grabbing her head by the small bun of hair, thrust my erect cock towards her lips. She moaned indistinguishably, and immediately opened her mouth to take my cock inside. With one more guttural grunt, I roughly thrust my cock into her waiting mouth. She let out a throaty "Ummfff..." as my cock slid into the depths of her mouth, till the swollen blood gorged tip of my cock touched the beginning of her larynx.
"Chooso Gajra ben ... choose mere laude ko..." I urged her in a rough guttural voice. She was only able to mumble something incoherent with my cock stuffed in her mouth, her lips stretched in the form of an 'O'. To her credit, she did not gag even once, and began to bob her head back and forth in a practiced motion, allowing my cock to slide in and out almost fully in her willing mouth. Reaching down, I roughly grabbed one of her massive udders and squeezed them roughly, rolling and pinching the small erect nipples with my fingers.
She too took hold of her other breast, and hefting it in her palms, began to knead and squeeze them, even as she continued to suck on my cock with gusto. Letting go off her dangling heavy breast, I grabbed hold of her head with both my hands, and began to fuck her mouth. She responded by opening her mouth wider, and began to let out rough guttural grunts of "Ummffhh ... ummfffhhh ... ummffhhh..." each time my rampant cock thrust into the back of her throat.
To her credit, the experienced cock sucker that she was, she did not gag even once, and took it all in. A couple of times I even pushed my cock into the hilt so that my balls were pressed to her lips, and held it there for a few seconds. She did not flinch even once, and except for taking in some deep breaths through her nostrils, and bobbing her adam's apple, she held my cock tight in her mouth, buried right up to her throat.
Not wanting to shoot my load right now, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. As my cock slid out with a plopping sound, she took in a couple of deep breaths, and looked up at me as if seeking my approval. I smiled at her, and caressed her rough face with my hand. She beamed at this gesture, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, where some saliva had dribbled out of the sides of her mouth. She shifted uncomfortably on her knees, transferring her weight from one knee to the other.
Feeling a wave of sympathy for this mature peasant woman, who probably had arthritic knees for all that I knew, I held her by her arms, and helped her up on her feet. As she stood up and straightened her knees, she grimaced with pain, confirming my doubts that she indeed did have troublesome knees. My cock was glistening with her saliva, and the tip was swollen crimson with blood. Pointing to the stool lying in the kitchen, I said to her "Aap us stool par baith jaao, Gajra ben ... aapko kam taqleef hogi waise..." Giving me a grateful smile, she ambled towards the stool and with a groan, plonked her fat ass on the stool.
Her mammoth dangling mammaries swung freely as she walked towards the stool and sat down. With a wry grin, she said to me "Kya kare saheb ... umar ho gayi hai ab..." referring to her breasts, as I looked at the way her humongous udders swung and shook. "Nahi ... mujhe bahut acchhe lage aapke yeh sthan..." I replied, walking up to her and fondling those simply massive mammaries. "Aapka pati bahut khushnaseeb aadmi hai ... woh to har roz inka mazaa leta hoga..." I said to her with a lascivious smile, rubbing my swollen slippery cock on the pillowy softness of her breasts.
She let out a pained laugh on hearing that, and taking my cock in her calloused pudgy hands, said "Arre saheb ... is umar mein mera marad thhode hi mujhme dilchaspi rakhega ... unko to jawaan ladkiyaan chaahiye ... woh to unki bahu ko chodna hi pasand karenge na..." as if it was the most natural thing in world to happen. "Hamaari umar ab gayi saheb..." she continued in a resigned tone " ... hamare bhaag mein ab sirf apni bahu ko uske sasur se chudwaate huey dekhna hi likha hai ... ab saath raha to sirf in ungliyo ka..." lifting her free hand and showing me those thick calloused fingers of hers.
This utterly crude nature of this conversation, coupled with the fact that this mature peasant lady, whom I had not noticed till yesterday, was today sitting here bare-breasted in my kitchen, and casually stroking my blood-gorged cock, made my head swim. Feeling my cock quiver in her hand, she smiled and looked up at me. "Is liye saheb ... jab aap jaise saheb log jub humko bolte hain ki ... ki aapko hum acchhe lagte hain ... to ... to hamaare dil ko bahut khushi hoti hai..." she said with some emotion. Shaking her head, as if to dismiss the depressing thoughts, she squeezed my cock, and fondling my balls with her other hand, said to me with a smile "Aap hukam karo, saheb ... kyaa seva kar sakti hun main aapki..."
Looking at her humungous quivering mass of tit flesh again, I was tempted to fuck her tits. "Mujhe aapke mammon ko chodna hai, Gajra ben..." I said to her in a husky voice. She beamed, and instinctively reaching to cup her mature heavy breasts, said brightly "Haan haan saheb ... jo chaaho aap..." With that, she let go off my cock and gurgling her throat, spat into her palm. Before I could react, she proceeded to rub her spit on to my cock in a completely professional manner.
I had never seen a woman do this, and my cock jerked again, when I saw that she spat some more into her palm, and rubbed the slippery saliva on the deep valley between her breasts. I'd seen Mayuri ben using Johnson & Johnson baby oil, but this was a revelation to me. Looking up at me with a smile as she sat on her butt on the stool, she said "Aao saheb..." hefting both of humongous mams with her hands towards me. Needing no further invitation, I moved forward and placed my throbbing cock in the deep crevice between her swollen blue-veined heavy hanging breasts.
"Bahu saras, dikra..." she whispered to me in her native tongue, as she wrapped those flabby milky breasts on either side of my slippery shaft. I arched my back to let me cock be fully buried in those mountainous mammaries, even as she straightened her back and turned all her attention to pumping her breasts up and down along the length of my rigid cock. When Mayuri ben had done this to me, it had been with me lying down, and her leaning forward on me. But this was a different experience altogether. She rolled her mountainous tits individually to create an unsymmetric movement of sorts around my cock, and her lips were pursed with all her attention focused on making it as pleasurable an experience for me as possible.
I just stood there with my back arched, and watched this slutty rabaari woman go about her task in earnest. She was beginning to breathe through her mouth now, and looking up at my eyes with a smile, as she pumped her fleshy jack fruit sized breasts on my cock, breathed in her native tongue "Saaru laage chhe, saheb..." "Haa ... zor thhi karo, Gajra ben..." I said to her in the same tongue. "Haan saheb..." she said through her heavy breathing, and without a word took hold of my cock in her hands and slipped it into her mouth!
She bobbed her head back and forth with gusto, rolling her thick tongue all around my cock inside her mouth. Lubricating it thoroughly, she slipped it out of her mouth, and once again took it in between her breasts. Looking up at me with a smile again, she began to vigorously pump my cock with her juicy succulent breasts. My foreskin had slipped down completely by now, and the red blood-gorged swollen tip of my cock could be seen each time it slid up the crevice of her breasts, and came out from top.
Gasping through her breath, she urged me on by saying "Oh saheb ... baut thagda lauda hai aapka ... mera to dil khush ho gaya aapka lauda dekhkar ... geeli ho gayi ho mein isko chakhkar..." In the position that she was sitting on the stool, her elaborate rabaari-style ghaagra had slid up her knees, and I could see a portion of her massive white-skinned thighs. With lust coursing through every vein in my body, I grabbed her by her hair and said to her gruffly "Ab mujhe tumko chodna hai, Gajra ben ... abhi ... idhar hi..."
Hearing my words, her eyes opened wide in surprise, and she said "Oh ... sach mein saheb ... aapko mujhe chodna hai..." as if not believing what I had said. I couldn't figure out why she was so surprised. "Haan..." I grunted. "Oh saheb..." she crooned, switching to that typical fake seducing tone of hers " ... haan ... zaroor..." With a groan, she clutched her pudgy knees, and stood up heavily from the stool. Turning around, she simply lifted her thick coarse ghaagra above her hips, baring her massive milky thighs and legs, and that impossibly huge flabby ass!
Holding her ghaagra clutched above her hips with one hand, she knelt forward and bent over, placing her other hand on the stool for support. Parting her massive flabby thighs, she quickly spat into the palm of her hand, and reaching under her pelvis between her spread thighs, rubbed her palm on her cunt, ostensibly to lubricate it. Clutching her ghaagra again, she turned her head sideways in that bent-over position, and said to be hoarsely "Haan saheb ... ab main taiyyaar hoon..."
As I looked at this 46-year old rustic peasant woman, stripped of her choli and her ghaagra lifted over her butt, those huge milky fleshy thighs parted at her feet, and those massive milky swollen mammaries dangling heavily from her chest, I squeezed my cock in anticipation. Her butt was so fleshy that she had dimples on both her humongous ass cheeks, and as she adjusted her feet to balance herself, those mammoth mammaries swung freely like a pair of ripe jack fruits hanging from a tree. I could see her thick puffy cunt lips from behind, covered as they were with a thick jungle of coarse black hair. These tribal women never wore panties, and all it took for them to get ready for a fuck was to just lift their ghaagras.
Moving up closer to her, I placed one hand on her wide fleshy butt, and reaching out with my other hand, felt her mature cunt. My fingers met with a thick bush of curly black hair, and as they navigated their way through the forest of pubic hair, they eventually came to the thick mature puffy lips of her sloppy wet pussy. She was wet alright; whether it was from arousal, or from the fact that she had rubbed her spit there, I couldn't know for sure. Either ways, I didn't care. As I pushed in two fingers into her cunt from behind, she twisted her head sideways, and groaned "Haii saheb ... aur der mat karo ... dekho main kitli geeli hoon..."
My fingers slid inside with little or no resistance, and it felt like I was dipping my finger inside a bowl of hot ghee. Her pussy was cavernous, and even after I shoved in three of my fingers, I felt like she could accommodate a lot more. I pumped my fingers vigorously in and out of her hot cunt a few times, causing her moan "Aaiii saheb ... jaldi se daalo aapke lund ko andar ... aise mat khilwaad karo apni Gajra maasi ke saath..." These rustic women were probably more used to their men mounting them straightaway with little or no foreplay, and that probably explained why she was not accustomed to someone fingering her pussy.
Not being able to hold on any longer, I took hold of my cock, and bending my knees slightly, shoved my swollen manhood into the depths of her mature wet cunt. As my cock slithered in easily, and my hips smacked against her massive fat ass, it felt as if I had dipped my cock in a vat of hot molten butter. "Oo maara waala..." she groaned, as my cock slid inside and my hips smacked against her butt.
Letting my cock remain buried inside her loose slimy cunt, I reached under her torso, and grabbed one of her humongous dangling udders. Squeezing them roughly, eliciting a soft moan from her, I began to buck my hips back and forth. Fucking her mature cunt felt as easy as ploughing a rain-soaked field. Even though I pulled out my cock almost fully each time before thrusting it back inside, I felt little or no resistance. It was as if she had a pair of tongues inside her cunt which were licking my cock as I thrust it in and out.
Once again, I rued the fact that my cock was not an 8 or 9 inch monster that could satisfy these heavily built women. But the actor that she was, she threw her head back and let out all the noises that men wanted to hear, groaning "Ooh, aaanhh, aannh ... haaiii ... chodo mane Jignesh saheb ... chodo mane zor thhi..." in that guttural native dialect of hers. I rotated my hips and thrust my cock into her forcefully, sending it spearing in at different angles, hoping that it would make some difference to this aged slut bent over in front of me.
Grabbing her voluminous fleshy milky white butt, I spread the ass cheeks wide, baring her arse-hole to me. As the puckered hold of her arse came to my view, I thought to myself that this was perhaps the hole more suited to my cock. Every inch of her flabby body, including those dangling jack fruit sized mammaries, her flabby belly, and the fleshy arms, wobbled and shook as I fucked her hard from behind.
I was desperate to cum now, and I knew that fucking her in this position was not going to make me ejaculate very soon. At the same time, I also wanted to see her face and body from the front while fucking her. Pulling out my cock from the depths of her cunt, I said to her gruffly "Gajra ben ... idhar platform par aa jaao ... mujhe aapko aage se chodna hai..." "Haan haan saheb ... jaise aap bolo..." she crooned, straightening from the stool and padding slowly towards the kitchen platform that I had pointed towards.
With her back towards the platform, she climbed on to the platform with difficulty. Leaning backwards on the kitchen platform, supporting herself with one hand behind her back, she once again pulled her ghaagra up, and spread her thighs for me. She bent her legs at the knees, and resting them on the platform, spread her thighs wide open for me. Rubbing her mature hairy cunt wantonly with her hand, she gave me a lascivious smile and hissed "Aao saheb ... chodo mujhko ... nikaal do aapke lund ki garmi mere andar..."
I moved up to her, and grabbing hold of those mountainous fleshy thighs of hers, positioned my cock at the thickly haired entrance of her mature cunt. With a grunt, I sent my cock spearing into her hot molten buttery cunt again. This time it felt much better. Since I was shoving my cock into her from the front, and from a slightly lower angle, it was going through from the upper portion of her pussy lips, just below where her clitoris would have been. The opening being narrower at this place, my cock met with relatively more resistance than when I was fucking her from behind. "Hhh..." I grunted, as I sent my rock hard cock spearing into her moist damp slithery cunt.
Her humongous heavy milky white dangling breasts, capped with those small stubby nipples and little aereolas jiggled and shook with each thrust of mine. Reaching out with my hand I grabbed one of them and mauled them mercilessly. She let out of a genuine hiss of pain when I did that. Clenching her teeth, she cried "Dikraa ... choose inko..." hefting one of her massive tits in her hand and thrusting them outward towards me. Leaning forward, even as I continued to fuck her relentlessly, I clamped my mouth on her proffered teat, and began to suck on them like a hungry child. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked in as much of her luscious milky mammary flesh into my mouth as I could, and sucked on them greedily.
My tongue lashed her little stubby thick nipples, and my teeth occasionally bit on them. She moaned aloud, and grabbing my head by the hair, pushed my face deeper into her mammary mountains. In spite of her size, she had somehow managed to wrap her legs around my thrusting buttocks, and she pulled me deeper towards her. She was leaning back a lot more now on the platform, supporting herself with both her hands behind her fat ass, and was clenching her teeth, her eyes closed, and her head thrown back.
As I looked down at my cock pistoning in and out of her, I could see that the length of my cock was rubbing against her thick erect clitoris. Realizing that that was what was managing to stimulate this mature woman, I inserted my hand between out joined bodies, and began to rub her clitoris with my thumb, even as I continued to stroke my rampant cock in and out of her cavernous cunt. She groaned when I did that, and leaning back further on the platform, thrust her hip out, urging me to do it harder.
I was reaching the stage where I was going to cum any moment, and the way she was clenching her teeth and hissing through them, I could sense that this lusty woman was also about to get her orgasm. Due to her massively heavy body, she could not lift her hips off the platform, but she still managed to buck her ass on the platform, causing her flabby mature tits to shudder and wobble. She reached out to grab my hand which was stimulating her clitoris, and began to rub it vigorously, even as she let out a cry of "Oh maara waala..." and grabbed my head and pushed my mouth to her humongous breasts.
Clamping my mouth again on her succulent mature breasts, I feasted on them, and simultaneously continued to ram her cunt with my cock, all the while rubbing her clitoris furiously with my thumb. My balls contacted as I felt my impending orgasm, and with a groan I pulled my cock out of her wet sloppy cunt. I doubted whether these rustic women followed any family planning programs, and it was unlikely that she had gotten any tubectomy done to prevent pregnancies.
She looked at me with surprise through her glazed eyes, and instinctively grabbed my blood gorged slick cock as it came out of her pussy. Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry, as I replaced my cock with three of my fingers, and began to pump her cunt vigorously, my thumb stimulating her swollen clit simultaneously. She reciprocated by pumping my cock vigorously with her thick calloused hands, and with a grunt, I erupted.
My jism blasted out of the slit of my swollen cock head and landed in big slimy dollops on her huge flabby belly. A few drops even managed to reach as far as her huge tits. At about the same time, she let out a screeching sound and muttered something incomprehensible through clenched teeth, as she too incredibly orgasmed. A gush of warm sticky pussy juices coated my fingers completely, even as my truculent cock continued to jerk with a life of its own, and spat forth some more angry bursts of hot cum.
Exhausted, she collapsed on her back on the kitchen platform, her thick mountainous legs dangling down limp, even as I fell on top of her; my spent cock pressed against her flabby belly, and my face buried in her humongous mammaries. We lay there in that position for a few minutes, our breath labored, and chest heaving. I felt like I had just climbed Mt.Everest. I had never imagined I would be able to make this seasoned slut cum. Feeling her coarse hand caress my back, I got up.
As she pushed herself up heavily, still breathing heavily, there was a hugely satisfied look on her face. Clambering down from the platform, she came up to me and hugged me in a bear hug, mashing her mammaries to my chest. Reaching down to caress my limp wet cock with her hand, she breathed huskily "Ohh saheb ... aisa to bahut saalo ke baad kissi ne mujhe choda hai ... hai kya choda aapne saheb mujhko ... kitne saalo baad kissi ne chodke mera bhi paani nikaala hai ... aap to ekdum..." leaving her sentence unfinished. I just grinned proudly at her.
Suddenly, I became very self conscious and stooping down, picked up my towel to wrap it around my waist again. Seeing that, she too smiled wanly, and picking up her discarded back-less choli, put it on. "Zara meri choli ke gaanth ko baandh do na, saheb..." she requested with a smile, turning her back to me. I obliged by moving behind her and tying the knots of the two cords that held her choli together. Feeling uncomfortable with her suddenly, something that I usually felt immediately after fucking a woman, I headed to my bedroom. I returned to the kitchen, holding my wallet in my hand.
Extracting two 500/- rupee notes from my wallet, I held it out to her, saying "Yeh rakh lo, Gajra ben ... ek mahina doodh dene ke paise main tumko advance mein hi de raha hoon..." Seeing the money, her eyes widened, and taking it from my hand reluctantly, she said "Par saheb ... yeh to ... yeh to bahut zyaada hai..." They charged about 15/- rupees a litre for milk those days, and even taking 2 litres daily, it only came to 600/- rupees a month. I smiled, and patting her hand said "Jaanta hoon ... lekin maine kahaa thha na ... hum sabko ek doosre ki zarooraton ko poora karna chaahiye ... aur kyunki mujhe ummeed hai ki tum meri zarooraton ko poora karoge ... isliye main tumko yeh extra paise de raha hoon..."
She beamed upon hearing this, and coming closer to me again, pressed her body to me. Sliding her thick hands inside my towel again, she fondled my limp cock and said with a knowing smile "Bahut bahut shukriya saheb ... main aapki sab zarooraton ko poora karoongi..." Another mature slut willing to service me, I thought to myself, realizing how similar this was to what the lusty Mayuri ben had told me. Money had this way of transforming people. On an instinct, I pulled out a 100/- rupee note from my wallet and handing it to her, said "Aur yeh aaj jo aapne meri seva ki ... uske liye..."
Her happiness turned to joy on seeing that, and grabbing my hand she kissed it profusely. Before I could react, she bent down, and touched my feet in a gesture of respect, just as she had done at Radhika aunty's parlour, when I had agreed to hire for supplying milk. Absolutely uncomfortable with this kind of placation, I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up. She straightened and just looked at my eyes with a grateful expression on her face, her hands clutched together, holding the money I had just given her.
"Chalo ... ab aap jaao, Gajra ben ... mujhe ab nahaana hai..." I said to her. "Theek hai saheb..." she said sweetly, and proceeded towards where she had put her aluminium container of milk on the floor. As she bent down to pick up the heavy pot, I helped her lift it, and place it on her head, supported by a small ring woven out of hay. She smiled gratefully, and walked towards the door. I followed her to the door, with the intent of closing the door once she had left. She paused at the door, and turning towards me, said in an uncertain voice "Saheb ... main aapko ek baat poochhoon..." "Haan poochho..." I replied. Searching for words, she said "Saheb ... aapko aaj mazaa aaya?" I smiled, and asked "Haan ... aisa kyun poochh rahe ho?" "Nahin saheb ... mujhe ... mujhe pata hai ki ... ki ... meri ... meri choot ab bahut dheeli pad gayi hai ... to ... to aapko ... mazaa nahi aaya hoga..." she said hesitantly, looking at my face with a resigned smile on her face. "Nahi ... aisi koi baat nahin hai, Gajra ben..." I mumbled, clearly embarrassed now.
Walking up to me, with the milk pot still perched on her head, supported by one hand, she took my hand in hers with the other hand, and placing it on her massive bosom, she said softly "Saheb ... aapko meri kasam ... sach bataao ... mujhe kharaab nahi lagega..." looking me intently in the eye, with a warm smile on her face. "Hmm ... haan thhoda sa dheela to thha ... lekin mujhe mazaa aaya, Gajra ben..." I said to her awkwardly. She smiled knowingly upon hearing that, and pressing herself to me again, said to me in a whisper "Saheb ... kal ... main ... meri beti ko lekar aaoongi ... uska naam Hetal hai ... aur woh abhi 18 saal ki ho gayi hai..."
Stunned to hear what she was proposing, I could only manage to gape. "Aap usko ek baar dekh to lo saheb ... woh jawaan ladki hai ... agar aapko pasand aayi to hi aap usko apne paas rakhna ... nahin to main usko waapas bhej doongi..." she continued, in a voice eager to please me. Not knowing what to say to this incredibly perverted proposition she was putting in front of me, I just managed to mumble "Par..." Pressing my hand to her massive orbs through the choli again, she urged "Ek baar dekh to lo saheb ... pleazzz ... aur phir agar aap chaaho to main meri bahu ko bhi lekar aaungi ... woh to abhi doodh bhi pilaati hai apne bacche ko...", giving me a desperate to please smile.
My head was swimming with the incidents that were unfolding, and I somehow managed to mutter "Theek ... theek hai, Gajra ben ... main usse mil loonga kal..." She smiled brightly once I had agreed, and taking my hand towards her thick coarse lips, kissed them feverently. "Bas saheb ... bahut meherbaani aapki..." she said in a thick voice. "Ab main jaati hoon, saheb..." she said sweetly, and bending forward once again to make the gesture of touching my feet, walked out of the door. I closed the door, and collapsed on the sofa. Things were really getting out of hand now. I had seen Gajra ben's daughter, Hetal, a couple of times, and she was indeed a delectable piece of ass.
She was in the same mold as her mother, stocky and plump, and what one could not help but notice was the way she jutted her chest out when she walked. She had a huge pair of tits for a girl her age, and she seemed to be type who was well aware of her assets, making sure she walked with her chest thrust out, certain cockiness to her demeanor. I was not sure what that girl did, but she usually hung around with that other servant girl, Rambha, whom I had met at Radhika aunty's parlor. I shook my head to clear the flood of thoughts, imagining what it would be like to strip her naked and fuck her. With that, I headed to the bathroom, for a much needed shower.
Just as I was done with my shower and was toweling myself dry, the bell rang. Irritated, I swore under my breath. The bloody bell just didn't seem to stop ringing. Wrapping the white turkey towel around my waist, I went to the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw that it was the two maid servants, Pushpa and Rani. Once again, I had almost forgotten that I had hired these two girls as domestic servants in my house. Clad that I was only in my towel, I couldn't help but laugh at the thought that all the women in the vicinity had an uncanny knack of catching me at a time when I had nothing but the darned towel around me. Forcing a smile on my face, I opened the door.
The cocky 19-year old Pushpa stood there with a big smile on her face. Each day that I saw her, I was noticing that she was beginning to look better. Perhaps she was putting the money I was giving her to some good use, and ensuring that she was better groomed now. She was wearing the traditional village attire of her ghaagra, choli, and a blouse. By the looks of it, the outfit looked new. As she stood there in her trademark teasing pose, hip cocked to one side, one hand on the hip, she smiled at me brightly and said "Namaste saheb..." I just grunted something under my breath. On the other hand, the dark 21-year old Rani, stood submissively behind Pushpa, the pallu of her choli covering her head, and her hands clutched nervously in front of her.
Letting them in, I closed the door behind them. The flirtatious Pushpa made it a point to brush her body against me, as she came in. With a twirl of her embroidered dark brown ghaagra, she walked into the kitchen, instructing Rani "Tu bartan dhona shuru kar Rani ... tab tak main jhaadu pocchha karti hoon..." There were hardly any vessels in the kitchen, the only ones being the ones I had used to make tea in the morning after Gajra ben had left. Rani just gave me a tentative smile, and followed Pushpa into the kitchen silently.
Soon, Pushpa re-appeared from the kitchen carrying a broom and the dusting pan. As Rani was busy washing the utensils inside, Pushpa came up to me and asked with an endearing smile on her thin lips "Kya baat hai saheb ... aaj aap kucchh udaas lag rahe ho..." I was feeling drained after the strenuous session with Gajra ben in the morning, and just shook my head silently. Seeing no expression on my face, the smile vanished from her face, and touching me gently on my bare chest, she said softly "Boliye na saheb ... kya hua aapko aaj ... aapki tabiyat to theek hai na..." I looked at her face to see if she was genuinely concerned, or was just fooling with me.
Seeing the look in her eyes, I concluded that maybe this teenage village girl was not such a heartless bitch after all. Smiling, I pulled her towards me, and pressing her thin firm body to me, said to her "Kucch nahi hua Pushpa ... bas kal raat ko theek se soya nahi thha ... isliye thhoda thhaka hua hoon..." Hearing that, she brightened visibly, and said "Oh to yeh baat hai ... chaliye to aaj main aapko fresh kar doongi..." pressing herself to me even more. My tired cock managed to give a lurch under my thick turkey towel as I felt her slim young body press against me.
Girls had this amazing ability to play the motherly role given the first chance, and even this hot young servant girl was no exception. Running a finger teasingly along the muscles of my chest, she said "Pehle to aapko ek cup kadak chaai pilate hain ... aur uske baad hum aapko nehlaate hain..." her tone seductive, and a teasing smile playing on her thin angular face. "Par main nahaa chukka hoon..." I said. "To kya hua saheb ... ek aur baar nahaa leejiye ... paani ki to koi kami nahi hai na..." she said with a laugh " ... aur aapke saath hum dono bhi nahaa lenge..." she continued in a lower tone, her finger nails scbanging my nipples as she said that.
I just shook my head and said with a laugh "Chalo theek hai..." even as I cupped her small firm butt and squeezed them. She let out a little yelp of pleasure, and pulling herself away from me, called out to Rani "Arre Rani sun ... tu Jignesh saheb ke liye ek cup chai banaa ... tab tak mein apna kaam khatam karti hoon..." "Theek hai, Pushpa..." Rani responded from the kitchen. With that she bustled into the other rooms to begin her daily chore of dusting, sweeping, and mopping. As Pushpa disappeared into one of the 3 bedrooms in our house, I walked into the kitchen.
Rani was engrossed in boiling some tea on the stove. Sneaking up behind her, I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, and hugged her. She gave a little squeal of fear, and dropped the spoon with which she was stirring the tea. "Oh saheb ... aapne to..." she said to me softly, flashing me a pleasant smile. "Chai hum teeno ke liye banaa rahi ho na, Rani?" I asked her gently, resting my chin on her shoulder. Today she was dressed in a yellow ghaagra & choli, with a matching blouse, that contrasted with her dark complexion. "Haan saheb ... mujhe yaad hai aapne parso kya kahaa thha..." she replied with a smile, turning her head sideways to look at me.
Her firm butt was pressed against my crotch, and as my hands played with taut flesh of her belly, she squirmed in my arms. Sliding my hands upwards, I cupped both her full ripe breasts in my hands. "Aaj tum bhi mere saath nahaaoge na, Rani..." I said softly into her ears. She hesitated for a moment, before replying shyly "Haan saheb ... jaisi aapki marzi ... waise Pushpa ne aapse jo kaha ... woh maine sun liya thha ... aaj woh aapko nehlaane waali hai ... isliye main..." leaving her sentence unfinished. "Kyun ... tum nahi nehlaana chaahti mujhe..." I asked her in a mock stern tone. She dropped her head, and replied in a low voice "Nahin saheb ... aapko shaayad uske saath ... nahaana hoga ... aur aap nahi chaahte honge ki main beech mein aaoon..."
Hearing that, I smiled at her, and teasing her nipples which could be felt through the thin fabric of her cotton blouse, said to her "Main to chaahoonga ki tum bhi mujhe nehlaao ... lekin agar tum agar nahi aana chaahti to ... to rehne do..." Hearing that, an alarmed expression came to her face, and twisting around in my arms to face me, she said hastily "Oh saheb ... aisa mat boliye ... agar aap kucch mujhse kahoge to main kabhi mana karoongi kya..." Pausing for a moment, she looked up at my face and looking at me with those big dark eyes of hers, smiled weakly. "Aap to jaante hain na saheb ... ki main to aapki seva karne ke liye kucch bhi kar sakti hoon ... phir aap aisa kyun bolte ho saheb..." she continued in a hurt tone.
I let a warm smile come to my face upon hearing that, and kissing her forehead gently, said to her softly "Haan Rani ... main jaanta hoon ... isliye to tum mujhe itni acchhi lagti ho..." That seemed to please her immensely, and a loving smile came to her face. Hearing the soft chimes of Rani's anklets in the living room, I let go of Rani. She turned around quickly, and got busy pouring out the tea for me. I carried my tea to the living room, and settled on the couch to read the day's newspaper as the girls went about completing their chores. After they finished their work, both of them came into the living room and sat on the floor, resting their backs on the wall opposite the couch on which I was sitting, and sipped on their tea silently.
As I looked at these two girls sitting their on the floor, talking to each other in a low voice, I couldn't help but think about how the situation had changed. Only a couple of weeks, the best I could do was peep at them bathing in the backyard of Sarla bhabhi's house, and shag my cock. As they sipped on their tea, sitting cross-legged on the floor, I noticed both of them stealing glances at me intermittently. Pushpa would say something to Rani in a whisper and then giggle, while Rani would smile in embarrassment; both of them glancing at me as they chatted.
Throwing the paper aside, I got up and announced "Chalo ... ab nahaane chalte hain..." Getting these two girls to have a bath with me was something even my scheming mind hadn't thought of, and the more I thought about the prospects of sharing the bathroom with these two ripe young village girls, the more excited I got. Hearing me, Pushpa stood up with alacrity, and dragging Rani by the hand, said excitedly "Chal Rani utth..."
I headed to the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom, and had recently been done up to my taste. I had convinced my father to fit a full-sized bath-tub, in addition to the usual plumbing work of mixers, diffusers, and a shower. The girls followed me to the bathroom, and as they saw the insides, Pushpa said excitedly "Arre waah saheb ... yeh to bilkul kisi mahal jaisa lagta hai ... kitna sundar sajaaya hai aapne is bathroom ko..." clasping her hands together in glee. The docile Rani also looked at my elaborately fitted bathroom in awe.
Opening the faucet that was meant for the tub, I quickly ran a bath, filling up the tub with lukewarm water by opening both the hot and cold water faucets simultaneously. As the water began to fill up in the tub, I poured in a liberal amount of bubble bath, making the falling water to bring up a good froth. The two girls just watched in wonder, as the tub filled up beautifully with soapy bubbles, aided as it was with the bubble bath that I had poured in.
To Be Continued..
I just sighed, and pressed my crotch towards her belly harder. Still looking into my eyes, she slid her hand between us, and parting the towel at the front, took hold of my almost fully hard cock in her coarse calloused hands. As I felt her thick fingers close around my turgid cock, I reached out and slid my hand inside that old-fashioned rabaari choli of hers. "Oh saheb..." she whispered " ... aapka to khada ho gaya hai..." "Kya kare Gajra ben ... meri zaroorat to yahi hai..." I said to her.
She gave me a benign smile, and without a word knelt down on the floor. She quickly undid my towel, and let it fall on the floor. As my throbbing cock sprang out like an angry cobra, her jaw dropped, and she said in feigned awe "Hai re daiya ... Jignesh saheb ... aapka to kitna mota hai..." Taking hold of my cock in her calloused hand, she began to stroke it slowly in a practiced motion that made it very evident that this was something she did day in and day out. Looking up at me with a conspiratory smile, she crooned "Baap re Jignesh saheb ... itna mota lauda to maine kabhi nahi dekha hai ... aisa aujaar to kisi ladki ko bahut khush kar degaa..."
This rustic slut was now turning it on to me, and I chuckled inwardly hearing her singing peans about my rather average sized but reasonably thick cock. So what if she was feeding me all the bull shit I wanted to hear, all that mattered was that she was there infront of me on her knees, and worshipping my cock. She wet her lips deliberately, looking up at me all the time, even as she reached out with her other hand, and began to fondle and squeeze my swollen balls.
This was becoming too easy, I thought to myself, as I looked down upon this matronly 46-year old mammoth breasted rustic peasant woman on her knees, stroking my cock. Her coarse pallu had slipped off her head, and was resting on her shoulder, and I could see the streaks of grey in her hair at the parting in the middle. She was devoid of ornaments of any kind, except for a black thread around her neck, to which some sort of an amulet was tied. Her sparse hair was tied in a small bun at the back of her head.
As she continued to manipulate my cock with her fingers, I reached down and undid the other cord which was holding her choli tied together across her back. She smiled at me when I did that, and hunched her shoulders together, as if inviting me to slide my hand inside the cleavage which had now formed at the front of her chest. I had realized earlier that it was better if I kept these village women their place, lest they start to sit on my head. In a gruff voice, I said to her "Yeh choli utaar de, Gajra ben ... mujhe tumhaare mammein khule chaahiye..." A bit surprised at the tone of my voice, she said quickly "Haan, saheb ... ek minute..." She quickly, pulled the choli off her torso, and slid both her arms out of the long sleeves.
Dropping the choli on the floor, even as she was sitting on her knees on the floor, she looked up at me as if awaiting my next instruction. No matter how many times I looked at them, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of her massive bulging udders. They hung on her chest like a pair of ripe jack fruits, waiting to be chopped off the tree trunk. And the fact that she had milky white skin made them all the more mouth watering. Even her bulging fat belly, which had at least two spare tires on them, with a deep crevice for the belly button, looked erotic to me.
Thrusting my hip forward towards her face, so that my throbbing manhood was now only inches away from her face, I said to her gruffly "Ab zara isko pyaar se chooso, Gajra ben..." "Ji haan, saheb..." she complied immediately, and without a word opened her thick lipped mouth to take my cock in. I took hold of my cock and moved it away from her face, causing her to miss her mark. She looked up at me in surprise, and then seeing the smile on my face, relaxed. She too smiled back, and opening her mouth again, tried to take it in again. Once again, I teased her by moving my cock away. This time, I took hold of my cock, and shaking it, slapped it against her face. Taking hold of her head by her hair, I slapped my hard cock on her cheeks, nose, and eyelids. She cooperated fully by holding her face up, and allowing me to do whatever I wanted; all the time maintaining a smile on her face.
Holding my cock up, I gestured towards my balls. Getting the hint, she bent her head slightly, and thrusting her tongue out began to lick my swollen hairy balls. "Aahh..." I groaned, as I felt her thick hot tongue run along my swollen scrotal sacks. Fisting my cock, I spread my legs wider, and placed my dangling balls over her open mouth. She immediately opened her mouth, and began to tongue and suck on my balls. If someone were to come into the kitchen now, it would have been a sight to behold.
I was standing buck naked in the kitchen holding my rigid cock, and feeding my swollen balls into the mouth of this lusty 46-year old rabaari woman, who was doing her best to lick and suck on my balls. Decinding to test my limits with her, I dragged a small stool which was lying nearby close to me with my feet, and put my right leg on that. Since my right leg was now bent at the knees, with a little forward movement of my hips, I was able to place the opening of my puckered arse hold right over her mouth. To my utter surprise, she continued to lick my balls without respite, and in a smooth motion, slid her tongue to the opening of my ass!
As I felt her tongue ream the small puckered opening of my arse, I felt a shudder go through my body, and my hands instinctively closed tighter around my thich shaft. Bending my knee a bit more, I pressed my ass to her mouth, urging her to tongue my ass deeper. She was up to the task, and without any hint of reluctance, began to lap my ass hole. Even though I had experienced Mayuri ben lick my ass once, this was for more erotic. It bordered on sadomasochism; my standing this way with my ass literally on top of her face.
With a groan, I moved myself away from her, and grabbing her head by the small bun of hair, thrust my erect cock towards her lips. She moaned indistinguishably, and immediately opened her mouth to take my cock inside. With one more guttural grunt, I roughly thrust my cock into her waiting mouth. She let out a throaty "Ummfff..." as my cock slid into the depths of her mouth, till the swollen blood gorged tip of my cock touched the beginning of her larynx.
"Chooso Gajra ben ... choose mere laude ko..." I urged her in a rough guttural voice. She was only able to mumble something incoherent with my cock stuffed in her mouth, her lips stretched in the form of an 'O'. To her credit, she did not gag even once, and began to bob her head back and forth in a practiced motion, allowing my cock to slide in and out almost fully in her willing mouth. Reaching down, I roughly grabbed one of her massive udders and squeezed them roughly, rolling and pinching the small erect nipples with my fingers.
She too took hold of her other breast, and hefting it in her palms, began to knead and squeeze them, even as she continued to suck on my cock with gusto. Letting go off her dangling heavy breast, I grabbed hold of her head with both my hands, and began to fuck her mouth. She responded by opening her mouth wider, and began to let out rough guttural grunts of "Ummffhh ... ummfffhhh ... ummffhhh..." each time my rampant cock thrust into the back of her throat.
To her credit, the experienced cock sucker that she was, she did not gag even once, and took it all in. A couple of times I even pushed my cock into the hilt so that my balls were pressed to her lips, and held it there for a few seconds. She did not flinch even once, and except for taking in some deep breaths through her nostrils, and bobbing her adam's apple, she held my cock tight in her mouth, buried right up to her throat.
Not wanting to shoot my load right now, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. As my cock slid out with a plopping sound, she took in a couple of deep breaths, and looked up at me as if seeking my approval. I smiled at her, and caressed her rough face with my hand. She beamed at this gesture, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, where some saliva had dribbled out of the sides of her mouth. She shifted uncomfortably on her knees, transferring her weight from one knee to the other.
Feeling a wave of sympathy for this mature peasant woman, who probably had arthritic knees for all that I knew, I held her by her arms, and helped her up on her feet. As she stood up and straightened her knees, she grimaced with pain, confirming my doubts that she indeed did have troublesome knees. My cock was glistening with her saliva, and the tip was swollen crimson with blood. Pointing to the stool lying in the kitchen, I said to her "Aap us stool par baith jaao, Gajra ben ... aapko kam taqleef hogi waise..." Giving me a grateful smile, she ambled towards the stool and with a groan, plonked her fat ass on the stool.
Her mammoth dangling mammaries swung freely as she walked towards the stool and sat down. With a wry grin, she said to me "Kya kare saheb ... umar ho gayi hai ab..." referring to her breasts, as I looked at the way her humongous udders swung and shook. "Nahi ... mujhe bahut acchhe lage aapke yeh sthan..." I replied, walking up to her and fondling those simply massive mammaries. "Aapka pati bahut khushnaseeb aadmi hai ... woh to har roz inka mazaa leta hoga..." I said to her with a lascivious smile, rubbing my swollen slippery cock on the pillowy softness of her breasts.
She let out a pained laugh on hearing that, and taking my cock in her calloused pudgy hands, said "Arre saheb ... is umar mein mera marad thhode hi mujhme dilchaspi rakhega ... unko to jawaan ladkiyaan chaahiye ... woh to unki bahu ko chodna hi pasand karenge na..." as if it was the most natural thing in world to happen. "Hamaari umar ab gayi saheb..." she continued in a resigned tone " ... hamare bhaag mein ab sirf apni bahu ko uske sasur se chudwaate huey dekhna hi likha hai ... ab saath raha to sirf in ungliyo ka..." lifting her free hand and showing me those thick calloused fingers of hers.
This utterly crude nature of this conversation, coupled with the fact that this mature peasant lady, whom I had not noticed till yesterday, was today sitting here bare-breasted in my kitchen, and casually stroking my blood-gorged cock, made my head swim. Feeling my cock quiver in her hand, she smiled and looked up at me. "Is liye saheb ... jab aap jaise saheb log jub humko bolte hain ki ... ki aapko hum acchhe lagte hain ... to ... to hamaare dil ko bahut khushi hoti hai..." she said with some emotion. Shaking her head, as if to dismiss the depressing thoughts, she squeezed my cock, and fondling my balls with her other hand, said to me with a smile "Aap hukam karo, saheb ... kyaa seva kar sakti hun main aapki..."
Looking at her humungous quivering mass of tit flesh again, I was tempted to fuck her tits. "Mujhe aapke mammon ko chodna hai, Gajra ben..." I said to her in a husky voice. She beamed, and instinctively reaching to cup her mature heavy breasts, said brightly "Haan haan saheb ... jo chaaho aap..." With that, she let go off my cock and gurgling her throat, spat into her palm. Before I could react, she proceeded to rub her spit on to my cock in a completely professional manner.
I had never seen a woman do this, and my cock jerked again, when I saw that she spat some more into her palm, and rubbed the slippery saliva on the deep valley between her breasts. I'd seen Mayuri ben using Johnson & Johnson baby oil, but this was a revelation to me. Looking up at me with a smile as she sat on her butt on the stool, she said "Aao saheb..." hefting both of humongous mams with her hands towards me. Needing no further invitation, I moved forward and placed my throbbing cock in the deep crevice between her swollen blue-veined heavy hanging breasts.
"Bahu saras, dikra..." she whispered to me in her native tongue, as she wrapped those flabby milky breasts on either side of my slippery shaft. I arched my back to let me cock be fully buried in those mountainous mammaries, even as she straightened her back and turned all her attention to pumping her breasts up and down along the length of my rigid cock. When Mayuri ben had done this to me, it had been with me lying down, and her leaning forward on me. But this was a different experience altogether. She rolled her mountainous tits individually to create an unsymmetric movement of sorts around my cock, and her lips were pursed with all her attention focused on making it as pleasurable an experience for me as possible.
I just stood there with my back arched, and watched this slutty rabaari woman go about her task in earnest. She was beginning to breathe through her mouth now, and looking up at my eyes with a smile, as she pumped her fleshy jack fruit sized breasts on my cock, breathed in her native tongue "Saaru laage chhe, saheb..." "Haa ... zor thhi karo, Gajra ben..." I said to her in the same tongue. "Haan saheb..." she said through her heavy breathing, and without a word took hold of my cock in her hands and slipped it into her mouth!
She bobbed her head back and forth with gusto, rolling her thick tongue all around my cock inside her mouth. Lubricating it thoroughly, she slipped it out of her mouth, and once again took it in between her breasts. Looking up at me with a smile again, she began to vigorously pump my cock with her juicy succulent breasts. My foreskin had slipped down completely by now, and the red blood-gorged swollen tip of my cock could be seen each time it slid up the crevice of her breasts, and came out from top.
Gasping through her breath, she urged me on by saying "Oh saheb ... baut thagda lauda hai aapka ... mera to dil khush ho gaya aapka lauda dekhkar ... geeli ho gayi ho mein isko chakhkar..." In the position that she was sitting on the stool, her elaborate rabaari-style ghaagra had slid up her knees, and I could see a portion of her massive white-skinned thighs. With lust coursing through every vein in my body, I grabbed her by her hair and said to her gruffly "Ab mujhe tumko chodna hai, Gajra ben ... abhi ... idhar hi..."
Hearing my words, her eyes opened wide in surprise, and she said "Oh ... sach mein saheb ... aapko mujhe chodna hai..." as if not believing what I had said. I couldn't figure out why she was so surprised. "Haan..." I grunted. "Oh saheb..." she crooned, switching to that typical fake seducing tone of hers " ... haan ... zaroor..." With a groan, she clutched her pudgy knees, and stood up heavily from the stool. Turning around, she simply lifted her thick coarse ghaagra above her hips, baring her massive milky thighs and legs, and that impossibly huge flabby ass!
Holding her ghaagra clutched above her hips with one hand, she knelt forward and bent over, placing her other hand on the stool for support. Parting her massive flabby thighs, she quickly spat into the palm of her hand, and reaching under her pelvis between her spread thighs, rubbed her palm on her cunt, ostensibly to lubricate it. Clutching her ghaagra again, she turned her head sideways in that bent-over position, and said to be hoarsely "Haan saheb ... ab main taiyyaar hoon..."
As I looked at this 46-year old rustic peasant woman, stripped of her choli and her ghaagra lifted over her butt, those huge milky fleshy thighs parted at her feet, and those massive milky swollen mammaries dangling heavily from her chest, I squeezed my cock in anticipation. Her butt was so fleshy that she had dimples on both her humongous ass cheeks, and as she adjusted her feet to balance herself, those mammoth mammaries swung freely like a pair of ripe jack fruits hanging from a tree. I could see her thick puffy cunt lips from behind, covered as they were with a thick jungle of coarse black hair. These tribal women never wore panties, and all it took for them to get ready for a fuck was to just lift their ghaagras.
Moving up closer to her, I placed one hand on her wide fleshy butt, and reaching out with my other hand, felt her mature cunt. My fingers met with a thick bush of curly black hair, and as they navigated their way through the forest of pubic hair, they eventually came to the thick mature puffy lips of her sloppy wet pussy. She was wet alright; whether it was from arousal, or from the fact that she had rubbed her spit there, I couldn't know for sure. Either ways, I didn't care. As I pushed in two fingers into her cunt from behind, she twisted her head sideways, and groaned "Haii saheb ... aur der mat karo ... dekho main kitli geeli hoon..."
My fingers slid inside with little or no resistance, and it felt like I was dipping my finger inside a bowl of hot ghee. Her pussy was cavernous, and even after I shoved in three of my fingers, I felt like she could accommodate a lot more. I pumped my fingers vigorously in and out of her hot cunt a few times, causing her moan "Aaiii saheb ... jaldi se daalo aapke lund ko andar ... aise mat khilwaad karo apni Gajra maasi ke saath..." These rustic women were probably more used to their men mounting them straightaway with little or no foreplay, and that probably explained why she was not accustomed to someone fingering her pussy.
Not being able to hold on any longer, I took hold of my cock, and bending my knees slightly, shoved my swollen manhood into the depths of her mature wet cunt. As my cock slithered in easily, and my hips smacked against her massive fat ass, it felt as if I had dipped my cock in a vat of hot molten butter. "Oo maara waala..." she groaned, as my cock slid inside and my hips smacked against her butt.
Letting my cock remain buried inside her loose slimy cunt, I reached under her torso, and grabbed one of her humongous dangling udders. Squeezing them roughly, eliciting a soft moan from her, I began to buck my hips back and forth. Fucking her mature cunt felt as easy as ploughing a rain-soaked field. Even though I pulled out my cock almost fully each time before thrusting it back inside, I felt little or no resistance. It was as if she had a pair of tongues inside her cunt which were licking my cock as I thrust it in and out.
Once again, I rued the fact that my cock was not an 8 or 9 inch monster that could satisfy these heavily built women. But the actor that she was, she threw her head back and let out all the noises that men wanted to hear, groaning "Ooh, aaanhh, aannh ... haaiii ... chodo mane Jignesh saheb ... chodo mane zor thhi..." in that guttural native dialect of hers. I rotated my hips and thrust my cock into her forcefully, sending it spearing in at different angles, hoping that it would make some difference to this aged slut bent over in front of me.
Grabbing her voluminous fleshy milky white butt, I spread the ass cheeks wide, baring her arse-hole to me. As the puckered hold of her arse came to my view, I thought to myself that this was perhaps the hole more suited to my cock. Every inch of her flabby body, including those dangling jack fruit sized mammaries, her flabby belly, and the fleshy arms, wobbled and shook as I fucked her hard from behind.
I was desperate to cum now, and I knew that fucking her in this position was not going to make me ejaculate very soon. At the same time, I also wanted to see her face and body from the front while fucking her. Pulling out my cock from the depths of her cunt, I said to her gruffly "Gajra ben ... idhar platform par aa jaao ... mujhe aapko aage se chodna hai..." "Haan haan saheb ... jaise aap bolo..." she crooned, straightening from the stool and padding slowly towards the kitchen platform that I had pointed towards.
With her back towards the platform, she climbed on to the platform with difficulty. Leaning backwards on the kitchen platform, supporting herself with one hand behind her back, she once again pulled her ghaagra up, and spread her thighs for me. She bent her legs at the knees, and resting them on the platform, spread her thighs wide open for me. Rubbing her mature hairy cunt wantonly with her hand, she gave me a lascivious smile and hissed "Aao saheb ... chodo mujhko ... nikaal do aapke lund ki garmi mere andar..."
I moved up to her, and grabbing hold of those mountainous fleshy thighs of hers, positioned my cock at the thickly haired entrance of her mature cunt. With a grunt, I sent my cock spearing into her hot molten buttery cunt again. This time it felt much better. Since I was shoving my cock into her from the front, and from a slightly lower angle, it was going through from the upper portion of her pussy lips, just below where her clitoris would have been. The opening being narrower at this place, my cock met with relatively more resistance than when I was fucking her from behind. "Hhh..." I grunted, as I sent my rock hard cock spearing into her moist damp slithery cunt.
Her humongous heavy milky white dangling breasts, capped with those small stubby nipples and little aereolas jiggled and shook with each thrust of mine. Reaching out with my hand I grabbed one of them and mauled them mercilessly. She let out of a genuine hiss of pain when I did that. Clenching her teeth, she cried "Dikraa ... choose inko..." hefting one of her massive tits in her hand and thrusting them outward towards me. Leaning forward, even as I continued to fuck her relentlessly, I clamped my mouth on her proffered teat, and began to suck on them like a hungry child. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked in as much of her luscious milky mammary flesh into my mouth as I could, and sucked on them greedily.
My tongue lashed her little stubby thick nipples, and my teeth occasionally bit on them. She moaned aloud, and grabbing my head by the hair, pushed my face deeper into her mammary mountains. In spite of her size, she had somehow managed to wrap her legs around my thrusting buttocks, and she pulled me deeper towards her. She was leaning back a lot more now on the platform, supporting herself with both her hands behind her fat ass, and was clenching her teeth, her eyes closed, and her head thrown back.
As I looked down at my cock pistoning in and out of her, I could see that the length of my cock was rubbing against her thick erect clitoris. Realizing that that was what was managing to stimulate this mature woman, I inserted my hand between out joined bodies, and began to rub her clitoris with my thumb, even as I continued to stroke my rampant cock in and out of her cavernous cunt. She groaned when I did that, and leaning back further on the platform, thrust her hip out, urging me to do it harder.
I was reaching the stage where I was going to cum any moment, and the way she was clenching her teeth and hissing through them, I could sense that this lusty woman was also about to get her orgasm. Due to her massively heavy body, she could not lift her hips off the platform, but she still managed to buck her ass on the platform, causing her flabby mature tits to shudder and wobble. She reached out to grab my hand which was stimulating her clitoris, and began to rub it vigorously, even as she let out a cry of "Oh maara waala..." and grabbed my head and pushed my mouth to her humongous breasts.
Clamping my mouth again on her succulent mature breasts, I feasted on them, and simultaneously continued to ram her cunt with my cock, all the while rubbing her clitoris furiously with my thumb. My balls contacted as I felt my impending orgasm, and with a groan I pulled my cock out of her wet sloppy cunt. I doubted whether these rustic women followed any family planning programs, and it was unlikely that she had gotten any tubectomy done to prevent pregnancies.
She looked at me with surprise through her glazed eyes, and instinctively grabbed my blood gorged slick cock as it came out of her pussy. Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry, as I replaced my cock with three of my fingers, and began to pump her cunt vigorously, my thumb stimulating her swollen clit simultaneously. She reciprocated by pumping my cock vigorously with her thick calloused hands, and with a grunt, I erupted.
My jism blasted out of the slit of my swollen cock head and landed in big slimy dollops on her huge flabby belly. A few drops even managed to reach as far as her huge tits. At about the same time, she let out a screeching sound and muttered something incomprehensible through clenched teeth, as she too incredibly orgasmed. A gush of warm sticky pussy juices coated my fingers completely, even as my truculent cock continued to jerk with a life of its own, and spat forth some more angry bursts of hot cum.
Exhausted, she collapsed on her back on the kitchen platform, her thick mountainous legs dangling down limp, even as I fell on top of her; my spent cock pressed against her flabby belly, and my face buried in her humongous mammaries. We lay there in that position for a few minutes, our breath labored, and chest heaving. I felt like I had just climbed Mt.Everest. I had never imagined I would be able to make this seasoned slut cum. Feeling her coarse hand caress my back, I got up.
As she pushed herself up heavily, still breathing heavily, there was a hugely satisfied look on her face. Clambering down from the platform, she came up to me and hugged me in a bear hug, mashing her mammaries to my chest. Reaching down to caress my limp wet cock with her hand, she breathed huskily "Ohh saheb ... aisa to bahut saalo ke baad kissi ne mujhe choda hai ... hai kya choda aapne saheb mujhko ... kitne saalo baad kissi ne chodke mera bhi paani nikaala hai ... aap to ekdum..." leaving her sentence unfinished. I just grinned proudly at her.
Suddenly, I became very self conscious and stooping down, picked up my towel to wrap it around my waist again. Seeing that, she too smiled wanly, and picking up her discarded back-less choli, put it on. "Zara meri choli ke gaanth ko baandh do na, saheb..." she requested with a smile, turning her back to me. I obliged by moving behind her and tying the knots of the two cords that held her choli together. Feeling uncomfortable with her suddenly, something that I usually felt immediately after fucking a woman, I headed to my bedroom. I returned to the kitchen, holding my wallet in my hand.
Extracting two 500/- rupee notes from my wallet, I held it out to her, saying "Yeh rakh lo, Gajra ben ... ek mahina doodh dene ke paise main tumko advance mein hi de raha hoon..." Seeing the money, her eyes widened, and taking it from my hand reluctantly, she said "Par saheb ... yeh to ... yeh to bahut zyaada hai..." They charged about 15/- rupees a litre for milk those days, and even taking 2 litres daily, it only came to 600/- rupees a month. I smiled, and patting her hand said "Jaanta hoon ... lekin maine kahaa thha na ... hum sabko ek doosre ki zarooraton ko poora karna chaahiye ... aur kyunki mujhe ummeed hai ki tum meri zarooraton ko poora karoge ... isliye main tumko yeh extra paise de raha hoon..."
She beamed upon hearing this, and coming closer to me again, pressed her body to me. Sliding her thick hands inside my towel again, she fondled my limp cock and said with a knowing smile "Bahut bahut shukriya saheb ... main aapki sab zarooraton ko poora karoongi..." Another mature slut willing to service me, I thought to myself, realizing how similar this was to what the lusty Mayuri ben had told me. Money had this way of transforming people. On an instinct, I pulled out a 100/- rupee note from my wallet and handing it to her, said "Aur yeh aaj jo aapne meri seva ki ... uske liye..."
Her happiness turned to joy on seeing that, and grabbing my hand she kissed it profusely. Before I could react, she bent down, and touched my feet in a gesture of respect, just as she had done at Radhika aunty's parlour, when I had agreed to hire for supplying milk. Absolutely uncomfortable with this kind of placation, I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up. She straightened and just looked at my eyes with a grateful expression on her face, her hands clutched together, holding the money I had just given her.
"Chalo ... ab aap jaao, Gajra ben ... mujhe ab nahaana hai..." I said to her. "Theek hai saheb..." she said sweetly, and proceeded towards where she had put her aluminium container of milk on the floor. As she bent down to pick up the heavy pot, I helped her lift it, and place it on her head, supported by a small ring woven out of hay. She smiled gratefully, and walked towards the door. I followed her to the door, with the intent of closing the door once she had left. She paused at the door, and turning towards me, said in an uncertain voice "Saheb ... main aapko ek baat poochhoon..." "Haan poochho..." I replied. Searching for words, she said "Saheb ... aapko aaj mazaa aaya?" I smiled, and asked "Haan ... aisa kyun poochh rahe ho?" "Nahin saheb ... mujhe ... mujhe pata hai ki ... ki ... meri ... meri choot ab bahut dheeli pad gayi hai ... to ... to aapko ... mazaa nahi aaya hoga..." she said hesitantly, looking at my face with a resigned smile on her face. "Nahi ... aisi koi baat nahin hai, Gajra ben..." I mumbled, clearly embarrassed now.
Walking up to me, with the milk pot still perched on her head, supported by one hand, she took my hand in hers with the other hand, and placing it on her massive bosom, she said softly "Saheb ... aapko meri kasam ... sach bataao ... mujhe kharaab nahi lagega..." looking me intently in the eye, with a warm smile on her face. "Hmm ... haan thhoda sa dheela to thha ... lekin mujhe mazaa aaya, Gajra ben..." I said to her awkwardly. She smiled knowingly upon hearing that, and pressing herself to me again, said to me in a whisper "Saheb ... kal ... main ... meri beti ko lekar aaoongi ... uska naam Hetal hai ... aur woh abhi 18 saal ki ho gayi hai..."
Stunned to hear what she was proposing, I could only manage to gape. "Aap usko ek baar dekh to lo saheb ... woh jawaan ladki hai ... agar aapko pasand aayi to hi aap usko apne paas rakhna ... nahin to main usko waapas bhej doongi..." she continued, in a voice eager to please me. Not knowing what to say to this incredibly perverted proposition she was putting in front of me, I just managed to mumble "Par..." Pressing my hand to her massive orbs through the choli again, she urged "Ek baar dekh to lo saheb ... pleazzz ... aur phir agar aap chaaho to main meri bahu ko bhi lekar aaungi ... woh to abhi doodh bhi pilaati hai apne bacche ko...", giving me a desperate to please smile.
My head was swimming with the incidents that were unfolding, and I somehow managed to mutter "Theek ... theek hai, Gajra ben ... main usse mil loonga kal..." She smiled brightly once I had agreed, and taking my hand towards her thick coarse lips, kissed them feverently. "Bas saheb ... bahut meherbaani aapki..." she said in a thick voice. "Ab main jaati hoon, saheb..." she said sweetly, and bending forward once again to make the gesture of touching my feet, walked out of the door. I closed the door, and collapsed on the sofa. Things were really getting out of hand now. I had seen Gajra ben's daughter, Hetal, a couple of times, and she was indeed a delectable piece of ass.
She was in the same mold as her mother, stocky and plump, and what one could not help but notice was the way she jutted her chest out when she walked. She had a huge pair of tits for a girl her age, and she seemed to be type who was well aware of her assets, making sure she walked with her chest thrust out, certain cockiness to her demeanor. I was not sure what that girl did, but she usually hung around with that other servant girl, Rambha, whom I had met at Radhika aunty's parlor. I shook my head to clear the flood of thoughts, imagining what it would be like to strip her naked and fuck her. With that, I headed to the bathroom, for a much needed shower.
Just as I was done with my shower and was toweling myself dry, the bell rang. Irritated, I swore under my breath. The bloody bell just didn't seem to stop ringing. Wrapping the white turkey towel around my waist, I went to the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw that it was the two maid servants, Pushpa and Rani. Once again, I had almost forgotten that I had hired these two girls as domestic servants in my house. Clad that I was only in my towel, I couldn't help but laugh at the thought that all the women in the vicinity had an uncanny knack of catching me at a time when I had nothing but the darned towel around me. Forcing a smile on my face, I opened the door.
The cocky 19-year old Pushpa stood there with a big smile on her face. Each day that I saw her, I was noticing that she was beginning to look better. Perhaps she was putting the money I was giving her to some good use, and ensuring that she was better groomed now. She was wearing the traditional village attire of her ghaagra, choli, and a blouse. By the looks of it, the outfit looked new. As she stood there in her trademark teasing pose, hip cocked to one side, one hand on the hip, she smiled at me brightly and said "Namaste saheb..." I just grunted something under my breath. On the other hand, the dark 21-year old Rani, stood submissively behind Pushpa, the pallu of her choli covering her head, and her hands clutched nervously in front of her.
Letting them in, I closed the door behind them. The flirtatious Pushpa made it a point to brush her body against me, as she came in. With a twirl of her embroidered dark brown ghaagra, she walked into the kitchen, instructing Rani "Tu bartan dhona shuru kar Rani ... tab tak main jhaadu pocchha karti hoon..." There were hardly any vessels in the kitchen, the only ones being the ones I had used to make tea in the morning after Gajra ben had left. Rani just gave me a tentative smile, and followed Pushpa into the kitchen silently.
Soon, Pushpa re-appeared from the kitchen carrying a broom and the dusting pan. As Rani was busy washing the utensils inside, Pushpa came up to me and asked with an endearing smile on her thin lips "Kya baat hai saheb ... aaj aap kucchh udaas lag rahe ho..." I was feeling drained after the strenuous session with Gajra ben in the morning, and just shook my head silently. Seeing no expression on my face, the smile vanished from her face, and touching me gently on my bare chest, she said softly "Boliye na saheb ... kya hua aapko aaj ... aapki tabiyat to theek hai na..." I looked at her face to see if she was genuinely concerned, or was just fooling with me.
Seeing the look in her eyes, I concluded that maybe this teenage village girl was not such a heartless bitch after all. Smiling, I pulled her towards me, and pressing her thin firm body to me, said to her "Kucch nahi hua Pushpa ... bas kal raat ko theek se soya nahi thha ... isliye thhoda thhaka hua hoon..." Hearing that, she brightened visibly, and said "Oh to yeh baat hai ... chaliye to aaj main aapko fresh kar doongi..." pressing herself to me even more. My tired cock managed to give a lurch under my thick turkey towel as I felt her slim young body press against me.
Girls had this amazing ability to play the motherly role given the first chance, and even this hot young servant girl was no exception. Running a finger teasingly along the muscles of my chest, she said "Pehle to aapko ek cup kadak chaai pilate hain ... aur uske baad hum aapko nehlaate hain..." her tone seductive, and a teasing smile playing on her thin angular face. "Par main nahaa chukka hoon..." I said. "To kya hua saheb ... ek aur baar nahaa leejiye ... paani ki to koi kami nahi hai na..." she said with a laugh " ... aur aapke saath hum dono bhi nahaa lenge..." she continued in a lower tone, her finger nails scbanging my nipples as she said that.
I just shook my head and said with a laugh "Chalo theek hai..." even as I cupped her small firm butt and squeezed them. She let out a little yelp of pleasure, and pulling herself away from me, called out to Rani "Arre Rani sun ... tu Jignesh saheb ke liye ek cup chai banaa ... tab tak mein apna kaam khatam karti hoon..." "Theek hai, Pushpa..." Rani responded from the kitchen. With that she bustled into the other rooms to begin her daily chore of dusting, sweeping, and mopping. As Pushpa disappeared into one of the 3 bedrooms in our house, I walked into the kitchen.
Rani was engrossed in boiling some tea on the stove. Sneaking up behind her, I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, and hugged her. She gave a little squeal of fear, and dropped the spoon with which she was stirring the tea. "Oh saheb ... aapne to..." she said to me softly, flashing me a pleasant smile. "Chai hum teeno ke liye banaa rahi ho na, Rani?" I asked her gently, resting my chin on her shoulder. Today she was dressed in a yellow ghaagra & choli, with a matching blouse, that contrasted with her dark complexion. "Haan saheb ... mujhe yaad hai aapne parso kya kahaa thha..." she replied with a smile, turning her head sideways to look at me.
Her firm butt was pressed against my crotch, and as my hands played with taut flesh of her belly, she squirmed in my arms. Sliding my hands upwards, I cupped both her full ripe breasts in my hands. "Aaj tum bhi mere saath nahaaoge na, Rani..." I said softly into her ears. She hesitated for a moment, before replying shyly "Haan saheb ... jaisi aapki marzi ... waise Pushpa ne aapse jo kaha ... woh maine sun liya thha ... aaj woh aapko nehlaane waali hai ... isliye main..." leaving her sentence unfinished. "Kyun ... tum nahi nehlaana chaahti mujhe..." I asked her in a mock stern tone. She dropped her head, and replied in a low voice "Nahin saheb ... aapko shaayad uske saath ... nahaana hoga ... aur aap nahi chaahte honge ki main beech mein aaoon..."
Hearing that, I smiled at her, and teasing her nipples which could be felt through the thin fabric of her cotton blouse, said to her "Main to chaahoonga ki tum bhi mujhe nehlaao ... lekin agar tum agar nahi aana chaahti to ... to rehne do..." Hearing that, an alarmed expression came to her face, and twisting around in my arms to face me, she said hastily "Oh saheb ... aisa mat boliye ... agar aap kucch mujhse kahoge to main kabhi mana karoongi kya..." Pausing for a moment, she looked up at my face and looking at me with those big dark eyes of hers, smiled weakly. "Aap to jaante hain na saheb ... ki main to aapki seva karne ke liye kucch bhi kar sakti hoon ... phir aap aisa kyun bolte ho saheb..." she continued in a hurt tone.
I let a warm smile come to my face upon hearing that, and kissing her forehead gently, said to her softly "Haan Rani ... main jaanta hoon ... isliye to tum mujhe itni acchhi lagti ho..." That seemed to please her immensely, and a loving smile came to her face. Hearing the soft chimes of Rani's anklets in the living room, I let go of Rani. She turned around quickly, and got busy pouring out the tea for me. I carried my tea to the living room, and settled on the couch to read the day's newspaper as the girls went about completing their chores. After they finished their work, both of them came into the living room and sat on the floor, resting their backs on the wall opposite the couch on which I was sitting, and sipped on their tea silently.
As I looked at these two girls sitting their on the floor, talking to each other in a low voice, I couldn't help but think about how the situation had changed. Only a couple of weeks, the best I could do was peep at them bathing in the backyard of Sarla bhabhi's house, and shag my cock. As they sipped on their tea, sitting cross-legged on the floor, I noticed both of them stealing glances at me intermittently. Pushpa would say something to Rani in a whisper and then giggle, while Rani would smile in embarrassment; both of them glancing at me as they chatted.
Throwing the paper aside, I got up and announced "Chalo ... ab nahaane chalte hain..." Getting these two girls to have a bath with me was something even my scheming mind hadn't thought of, and the more I thought about the prospects of sharing the bathroom with these two ripe young village girls, the more excited I got. Hearing me, Pushpa stood up with alacrity, and dragging Rani by the hand, said excitedly "Chal Rani utth..."
I headed to the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom, and had recently been done up to my taste. I had convinced my father to fit a full-sized bath-tub, in addition to the usual plumbing work of mixers, diffusers, and a shower. The girls followed me to the bathroom, and as they saw the insides, Pushpa said excitedly "Arre waah saheb ... yeh to bilkul kisi mahal jaisa lagta hai ... kitna sundar sajaaya hai aapne is bathroom ko..." clasping her hands together in glee. The docile Rani also looked at my elaborately fitted bathroom in awe.
Opening the faucet that was meant for the tub, I quickly ran a bath, filling up the tub with lukewarm water by opening both the hot and cold water faucets simultaneously. As the water began to fill up in the tub, I poured in a liberal amount of bubble bath, making the falling water to bring up a good froth. The two girls just watched in wonder, as the tub filled up beautifully with soapy bubbles, aided as it was with the bubble bath that I had poured in.
To Be Continued..
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