14-12-2018, 04:51 PM
Part - 29
"Ohh maaa..." she screamed, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and she threw her head back, and cried out through clenched teeth. Watching this 23-year old buxom girl get her orgasm as she rode me, her thick heavy body heaving and quivering with excitement, was a sight to behold. With one last throaty cry, she collapsed on top of me, her heavy heaving breasts mashed against my chest. "Oh Jignesh bhai ... oh Jignesh bhai..." she breathed repeatedly, even as she gasped and tried to suck in huge lungfuls of air. Mayuri ben too reached out with her hands and began to caress Seema didi's heaving back, as she lay limp on my torso, her body heaving.
Feeling an inexplicable tenderness course through me, I wrapped my arms around Seema didi's heavy back, and caressed it gently. Her face was buried on my shoulders, and I could feel her heart thudding inside her chest. Turning her face towards me, I caressed her cheeks gently, and kissed her softly on her lips. She responded with passion, and opening her mouth, slid her wet tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with all her pent up passion. As I looked up at Mayuri ben, I saw her gazing at me with a tender expression on her face through her thick rimmed glasses.
Watching the lusty Mayuri ben, I couldn't help but wonder how many mothers existed in this world, who would get a young guy like me to fuck her daughter, and then watch it not only with satisfaction, but also tenderness. Seema didi lay on top of me like that for a long time, breathing heavily, and trying to restore her senses. Finally, Mayuri ben nudged her gently, and said softly "Have emna upar thhi ubhi thhai jaa, beta ... nahi to emno phari dheelo padi jase..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to get up from my body, or else my cock would lose its hardness. My cock had slipped out of Seema didi's pussy now, and was nudging against her ass crack.
As Seema didi slid off my torso, she looked into my eyes with an expression of love and shyness. On an impulse, she cupped my face and kissed me passionately on the mouth again, muttering "Thank you, Jignesh bhai ... thank you..." Her motherly instincts taking over, she pulled me into her lap just like her mother had some time back, and cradled my head in her arms. Pressing my head to her heavenly firm bosom, she hefted one of her heavy 34-C firm breasts in her hand, and rubbed it gently over my face, making her nipples graze my lips.
With a moan, I opened my mouth and took her proffered nipple into my mouth, and began to suck on it adently. She pressed my face further to her bosom, and throwing her head back, let out a contented sigh. Mayuri ben, who had been watching this, went towards my hips, and bending down, took hold of my cock which had lost some of its hardness now. Sitting down heavily next to my hips, she bent forward and without a word took my turgid cock into her wet mouth. I was yet to come across a woman who sucked my cock as wantonly as Mayuri ben did, or who could take my entire cock into her mouth with such ease.
Emitting a low throaty grunt, she pushed her mouth down till my cock was buried in her throat, and her lips were touching the base of my cock, her nose nudging against my pubic hair. "Oh auntieee..." I groaned, as she swallowed and began to suck on my cock, without ever letting it come out of her mouth. She was sucking on with just gusto that I felt my cock quiver and harden in no time. Even after my cock rose to its full hardness, she did not let go of it, and opened her mouth wider, swallowing her saliva every now and then, allowing the swollen tip of my cock to enter her throat. Her saliva was drooling out of the sides of her mouth, and was oozing down the length of my cock.
"Bas, auntie ... bas..." I hissed, grabbing her by the bun of her hair and pulling her head away, not wanting to come inside her mouth. As my swollen shaft slipped out of her salivating mouth with a plop, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. There was a satisfied look in her eyes, as she saw how quickly my cock had been restored to its fully glory. Taking my cock in her thick pudgy hands, she playfully slapped it against her huge dangling mammaries, and asked huskily "Beta ... ab tum isko meri ghaand mein daaloge ... ghaand maaroge tum Mayuri maasi ki..." her eyes blazing with lust.
Stunned, I felt my cock quiver in her hands, even as I swallowed involuntarily, unable to answer her. As my eyes flew to Seema didi's face, who was still holding my head cradled in her arms, I saw her nod her head gently, as if giving me permission to go head. Wordlessly, I nodded my head, still unable to speak. With a smile, Mayuri ben got up from the bed immediately, and said to Seema didi matter of factly "Drawer maa thhi peli tel ni baatli kaadh ne, beta..." instructing her to take out a bottle of oil from one of the drawers. "Haan, mummy..." Seema didi complied instantly, and got up to extract the same bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil that Mayuri ben had used earlier too with me.
As she handed the bottle to her mother, Mayuri ben poured a liberal amount of the oil into her palm and proceeded to rub it along the length of my cock, making my already wet and slippery cock, slick as a greased pole. Watching my rigid cock gleam in the dim light of th bedroom with satisfaction, she handed the bottle back to her daughter, and said "Have maari ghaand ma thhodu tel lagai de ne, dikra..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to apply some of the oil in her ass! Stunned, I watched in disbelief as Mayuri ben got down on all fours on the bed, and burying her face in one of the pillows on the bed, raised her humungous ass up in the air for Seema didi to lubricate.
Glancing at me shyly, Seema didi slid forward on her knees towards Mayuri ben's uplifted ass, and poured some oil on her massive fleshy and flabby ass. As she rubbed the oil on Mayuri ben's ass, Mayuri ben spread her thighs wider. Understanding what her mother wanted, Seema didi spread the flabby cheeks of Mayuri ben's massive ass, and poured some of the oil in to her matured puckered arse-hole! To my utter shock, she then proceeded to oil her mother's arse-hole with her finger, sliding one of her oily fingers into the hole that was now visible to her. I was watching this scene unfolding in front of me, and as I watched Seema didi lube her own mother's arse-hole with her fingers dipped in oil, my mouth went dry.
I had never been too excited about anal sex, and part of me still found the whole concept filthy. Fucking a woman's shit hole had never been my idea of hygienic sex. However, if there was one ass that I had fantasized about fucking some times, it had been that glorious ass of my darling Kalpana aunty. But the loving woman that she was, I knew I would never get down to doing that. On the contrary, here was the lascivious 48-year old Mayuri ben, who was old enough to be my mother, inviting me time and again to fuck her massively endowed ass.
As Seema didi finished applying the baby oil to her mother's puckered anus, Mayuri ben twisted her head sideways to look at me. Gazing at me through those thick spectacles of hers, her head supported on the pillow, and her mountainous ass protruding in the air like some gargantuan hump, she said "Aai ja mere bete ... ab daal de tera lund teri Mayuri maasi ki ghaand mein..." Seema too was visibly shocked by this utterly depraved words being uttered by her venerable mother, and she glanced at me apprehensively, as if afraid that I might get put off by her filthy talk.
Not wanting to refuse a gift horse, I slid forward on the bed with alacrity, and positioned myself behind her uplifted ass on my feet. Bending my legs at the knees, I positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her puckered arse-hole. Holding my cock positioned near her ass, I looked at Seema didi with a questioning look in my eyes. She read my eyes and clearing her throat, said in a low whisper "Chodo meri mummy ko, Jignesh bhai ... unko ... unko ... ghaand marwaana bahut acchha lagta hai..." licking her dry lips, and her eyes glued to my rampant cock near her mother's massive ass. These utterly filthy words from the otherwise chaste Seema didi's mouth were the proverbial last straw on the camel's back for me.
With a grunt, I positioned my cock at Mayuri ben's proffered anal opening, and pushed the head of my cock in. She had a big arse alright, but looking at the contrasting sizes of my swollen cock head and her puckered anal opening, I did not believe that it would go in. There was total silence in the room, broken only by the sounds of Mayuri ben's heavy breathing. Holding my breath, I gently pushed my cock into her asshole, and to my surprise, the opening of her ass yielded and stretched to take in my cock. "Ummmffff..." Mayuri ben muttered thickly, her voice muffled by the pillow into which she had buried her face, as she felt my swollen cock head stretch the tender opening of her mature ass.
Aided to a very large extent by the baby oil that had been generously applied, my cock head slipped inside her anal orifice with an audible plop. "Haaaiiii..." Mayuri ben moaned, as I felt as if my cock had been gripped by a tight velvet glove that wrapped itself around every inch of my cock head like second skin. I grimaced with pain as I felt a never experienced before tightness around my cock, the foreskin getting pushed back painfully. As I held my cock in place, allowing myself to get used to the sensation of an ass, Seema didi slid close to me on her knees.
Standing near me on her knees on the bed, she placed her arms on my back as if to comfort me, and pressed her young firm heavy breasts to my arms. "Ab zor se dhakka maaro, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered huskily into my ear, her eyes inflamed with lust. "Haan, beta ... ab ghusa do tumhaara lund meri ghaand mein..." Mayuri ben hissed through clenched teeth, as if to reaffirm what her daughter had just said. Throwing caution to the wind, I braced myself on my feet which were bent at the knees, and thrust my cock into her ass with one massive shove. "Haaaiii maaaa ... mari gayi hoon to..." Mayuri ben almost screamed into the pillow, as my hard swollen oily cock slid into the depths of her massive arse.
I grimaced and screwed my eyes shut, as my body shivered to come to terms with the incredibly tight sensation of Mayuri ben's mature ass. If her 48-year old asshole was this tight, I wondered how it would be with younger women. Seema didi was enthralled by the sight of my hard thick cock buried inside her mother's arsehole, and she instinctively reached forward to caress her mother's quivering ass cheeks. Turning to me, she whispered again "Ab chodo meri mummy ko, Jignesh bhai ... unki ghaand ko zor se chodo ... unko yeh bahut acchha lagta hai..." her hands reaching between her legs to instinctively caress her aroused vulva.
Mayuri ben was trying to relax the muscles of her anus to accommodate the girth of my thick cock, and as I felt her rectum contract and expand around my swollen cock, I felt a surge of power course through my body. Each time I had fucked her cunt in the past, I had this feeling of inadequacy owing to the rather mediocre size of my cock. But now with my cock buried in her arse hole, she did not have to put on her act of fake arousal. As Mayuri ben adjusted her knees to accommodate my cock into her ass, her massive pendulous 38-D breasts which were hanging like ripe jack fruits under her torso, quivered.
For some strange reason, the sight of her her dangling mammaries drove me mad, and with a savage grunt, I began to fuck her ass in earnest. The pleasure was beginning to overcome the pain, and I nearly screamed through clenched teeth as I pulled my cock halfway out of her ass, and then shoved it in again violently, causing the matronly Mayuri ben to let out a cry of pleasure and pain. "Aaaaiiii maaa ... mari gayi hoon to..." she screamed again, as my cock began to piston in and out of her ass, my hips smacking into her humongous ass each time I shoved my cock in.
"Seema..." cried out Mayuri ben through clenched teeth, clutching the bed sheet on either side of her head " ... thhodu tel naakh beta ... bahu dukhe chhe mane..." her voice coming in short painful gasps as she asked her daughter to use some oil as it was beginning to hurt her. Seema didi complied immediately, and picking up the bottle of baby oil, she poured it liberally on my cock as it slid outwards. I pulled my cock out till only the swollen tip was trapped inside her tight ass, and allowed Seema didi to pour more oil on my cock. Then, with a savage grunt, I thrust my hips forward again, sending my cock spearing into the depths of the ass.
Once again, she let out a muffled scream of "Ooooohhhh..." as she felt herself getting stuffed with my thick cock. But this time, my cock was able to move with relatively more ease, the oil having helped. I grabbed hold of Mayuri ben's prodigious flabby ass, and began to pummel into her driving my cock up to the hilt into her tight anus. "Ohh beta ... oh beta ... oh beta..." she kept moaning each time my hips thudded into the quivering flesh of her massive ass. As I began to fuck her in the ass relentlessly, she cried out through her clenched teeth again to her daughter. "Seema ... maari choot ma aanglli naakh..." she hissed, indicating that she wanted her daughter to finger her cunt as I was fucking her ass.
Seema glanced at me once again, her face clouded with arousal and lust, and quickly reached under her mother's sagging fleshy belly. Leaning forward and supporting herself with her left arm, she began to furiously finger her mother's sopping wet mature cunt, even as I continued to relentlessly drive my cock in and out of her massive but tight ass. The sensation of her sphincter tightening and clasping my tortured cock was too much for me to take; and that coupled with the sight of her own daughter frigging her mature cunt furiously drove me crazy.
With a loud throaty cry of "Mayuri auntieee..." I erupted inside her ass. My boiling semen shot out of the slit of my tortured cock head, and filled the depths of her arse-hole. "Haa dikraa ... haa..." Mayuri ben also cried out, as she felt my hot semen splash against the walls of her asshole, and start to ooze out of the puckered hole. "Zor thhi kar, Seema..." Mayuri ben almost shouted to her daughter, urging her daughter to continue fingering her cunt, even as my cock jerked and spasmed inside Mayuri ben's tight asshole. With a groan, I almost fell on Mayuri ben's wide back, my cock still buried inside her.
Unable to take my weight any more, Mayuri ben to collapsed on her stomach, taking me along with her. As she fell on to her stomach, my cock slipped out of her arse. Twisting sideways, she parted her thighs again, and turning to Seema who was watching my blood red cock in awe and the thick white semen oozing out of her mother's arsehole, she said in a husky voice "Ubhi kem thhai gayi tu, Seema ... aanglli naakh ... ane khalaas kari de mane..." indicating to her daughter to keep fingering her till she too got her orgasm. Seema didi slid forward between her mother's thighs with alacrity, and sliding her middle and ring finger inside her mother's soppy wet cunt, began to finger her furiously.
As I lay on my back next to Mayuri ben, she reached out to me and pulled my head towards her gargantuan wobbly breasts. Thrusting my head towards her breasts, she whispered "Choose inko, beta ... please..." her voice thick with lust. As I began to suck on her thick proffered nipples and roughtly fondle her sagging breasts, Seema didi continued to finger her with gusto, making squishing sounds as her fingers moved in and out of her mother's cunt rapidly. I guess my fucking her in the ass had made her really aroused, and very soon Mayuri ben grabbed hold of Seema didi's hand by the wrist, and let out a shrill cry of pleasure. Somehow managing to lift her massive hips off the bed, she screamed "Haaa Seemaaaa ... haaaiiii..." as her orgasm hit her, and copious amounts of her pussy juice squirted out of her mature hairy cunt.
Sweaty and out of breath, we lay like that for what seemed like an eternity; Mayuri ben sprawled on her back with her massive thighs outstretched, with me lying with my head cushioned by her mammoth pillowy breasts, while Seema didi lay with her head resting on Mayuri ben's huge flabby belly. I felt Mayuri ben's fingers ruffle the hair on my head, even as her chest heaved with her deep breathing. "Mazaa aaya, beta..." she asked through deep labored breaths, caressing my back gently.
Although my cock was sore from the terrific fucking it had given Mayuri ben's mature ass, I replied heavily "Haan aunty, bahut mazaa aaya..." "Mujhe bhi, beta ... mujhe bhi..." she replied hoarsely, running her thick tongue across her dry lips to wet them. With a groan, I extracted myself from Mayuri ben's arms which seemed to weigh like a ton now, and lay down with on my back on the bed. As I closed my eyes to catch my breath, I felt Seema didi too rise from between Mayuri ben's outstretched thighs. Gently, as if not to disturb me, she came and lay down by my side. Lying on her side, she gently placed her hand on my chest.
As I opened my eyes, and looked at her, she smiled at me lovingly. It was a heavenly feeling, lying like this between two naked women, one a 48-year old widow, and the other her busty 23-year old daughter. I raised my arms above my head and extended it, so as to allow Seema didi to rest her head on my arm. As she snuggled closer to me and wrapped her hands around my chest, causing her firm heavy breasts to press against my ribcage, I asked her gently "Aaapko acchha laga, didi..."
She gazed into my eyes lovingly for a moment, before allowing a smile to come on her sensuous thick lips. "Haan, Jignesh bhai ... bahut acchha laga..." she replied in a whisper. "Aapko?" she quizzed, continuing to gaze into my eyes. I just nodded my head with a smile and pulled her head closer towards me to kiss her. She kissed me with passion, gently sliding her thick tongue into my mouth and sucking on my mouth.
Then gently pulling her lips away, she rested her head on my chest, and snuggled up to me. I turned around to look at what Mayuri ben was doing, and to my total surprise, Mayuri ben was fast asleep and snoring. Her mammoth breasts which were hanging pendulously on either side of her chest, were heaving with her deep even breathing, even as she snored gently through her open mouth. Shaking my head in disbelief, I reached out to touch her.
As my hand touched her breasts, she turned towards me in her sleep, some instinct guiding her, and snuggled up towards me. Mashing those mammoth breasts to my chest from the other side, she too placed her hand across my chest, and slept. Content with having this incredible mother-daughter pair sleeping peacefully, naked on either side of me, I too closed my eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
I woke up early the next morning and felt surprisingly rejuvenated. The awkwardness between me and the mother daughter pair was rather evident, as is usually the case once your lust has been satiated. Seema didi was the one who seemed more uncomfortable, though Mayuri ben was her usual ebullient self. After having a cup of tea, I took leave of them and headed back home. As I approached my house, I saw the rabaari woman, Gajra ben, sitting on her haunches near the gate of our compound along with a much younger girl, who I presumed was her daughter.
I groaned inwardly when I suddenly remembered that this woman had told me yesterday that she'd be bringing her daughter for me to sample. For a moment, I felt disgusted with myself. What had begun as a fantasy of having sex with the mature Kalpana aunty and her young teenage daughter Jigna, was now beginning to seem like a never ending supply of eager to please sex starved women. I felt like a predator that was losing interest in the prey since the hunt was becoming too easy.
As I approached them, the two of them stood up, and Gajra been greeted me with a broad toothy smile. 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.
"Namaste, saheb..." she said to me with a smile, even as my eyes took in the contours of her massive body once again. Like I said earlier, she was about as tall as Mayuri ben, albeit much fairer, and possessed a fleshy well endowed mature body. Her coarse embroidered 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 lowerd end of her choli and the waistline of her ghaagra. "Hmm..." I grunted in response, forcing a smile on my face. I was in no mood to fool around with her this morning, even though my curiosity was piqued by the girl who was with her. As my eyes settled on the young girl, Gajra ben beamed and said proudly "Ye meri chhokri hai, saheb ... Hetal..." by way of introducing her daughter.
"Hello, saheb..." the girl said to me, pronouncing the word as 'haallo', a plastic smile on her face. At that instant something ticked me the wrong way, and I decided that I was going to fuck this barely legal teenage bitch just to teach her a lesson. 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 as she stood, as if purposely displaying her over developed breasts.
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. There was a certain cockiness to her whole demeanor, from the way she stood casually with her hips cocked to one side, to the somewhat mocking self assured smile on her blunt featured face. Like with most of these village women, she too was dressed in an embroidered ghaagra.
However, unlike her mother who wore a traditional back-less choli, she wore a regular blouse. The ghaagra and her blouse were a dark shade of blue, while the choli dbangd across her torso was a contrasting red. She was fairer than most of these village folks, a trait inherited from her mother. Her face was rather blunt, the only noticeable feature being her rather pronounced cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to almost shut when she squinted at the sun.
Her blunt nose, thick lips, and flat chin completed her rather uninteresting face. Her crinkly hair was tied in a single tiny braid, and was more brown than black. Something that I'd not noticed earlier about her was her light colored eyes, a shade of light brown. She was short and stocky, and stood only about 5'1" tall.
However, it was her breasts that got one to notice her. At 18, they were far more developed than most girls. Like the desirable Sejal's, they too were well rounded and at least a 36-C. But unlike Sejal's soft pillowy ones, this girl's looked hard and firm, and rested proudly on her chest in her tightly stitched blouse, quite like those of the voluptuous Seema didi. Flashing a non-committal smile, I proceeded to open the locks of my door. "Aap itni subah kahaan gaye thhe, saheb..." asked Gajra ben, as I opened the door. "Main morning walk ke liye gaya thha..." I replied without glancing at them, hoping they'd not spotted me coming out of Mayuri ben's house.
As Gajra ben was pouring out the milk into the vessel I'd handed her, she said to her daughter "Chal tu jaa kar saheb ke liye thhoda sa chai bana..." before turning towards me and asking "Aap chai piyenge na saheb..." I mumbled my assent, and picked up the morning newspaper to read. Hearing her mother, the 18-year old Hetal threw me another self assured glance before heading into the kitchen to make tea for me.
As I flicked through the pages of the paper, I could see that the mature Gajra ben was a little unsettled by my seeming disinterest in her daughter. Women who pimped their own daughters were beginning to turn me off now. As I settled down in one of the cane chairs in our balcony to read the newspaper, Gajra ben approached me tentatively. Clearing her throat, she asked me hesitantly "Saheb ... aapko meri chhokri pasand nahi aayi kya..." coming straight to the point. Dropping the paper in my lap and turning my gaze to look up at her, I replied with a straight face "Pasand aane ke liye abhi kucch dekha kahaan hai maine..." indicating that I'd not seen enough to decide whether I liked her daughter or not.
It took her a moment to comprehend the meaning of my statement. Her fleshy haggard face creased in a smile once realization dawned upon her. Smiling suggestively at me, she slapped me playfully on the shoulder and said "Haan, saheb ... yeh to aap theek bole ... abhi aapne usko theek se dekha kahaan hai..." When I nodded my head with a straight face again and turned my head away to pick up the newspaper again, the smile disappeared from her face.
Crouching down on her knees heavily next to my chair, she placed her thick pudgy calloused hand on my knees and said in an urgent voice "Saheb ... aapko woh pasand aayegi ... woh aapko khush kar degi ... uski guarantee main deti hoon..." her eyes gazing into mine smilingly even as she purposely mashed those massive dangling mammaries of hers under that coarse choli to my knees. As I looked back at her, she smiled again, and slid her hand upwards on my thighs and teased my limp penis inside my khakhi shorts with her thick fingers.
"Aapko shikaayat ka koi mauka nahi degi woh ... aakhir woh meri beti hai..." she continued in her coarse yet seductive tone, even as her fingers continued to rub and squeeze the lump of my limp cock over my shorts. I allowed myself a condescending smile, and reaching out to squeeze on of her lush heavy dangling breasts under the coarse fabric of her choli, replied "Chalo theek hai ... dekhte hain..." pinching her thick nipples through the choli. That seemed to please her, and with an exaggerated and totally pretentious sigh, she pressed her heavy breasts further into my palm.
At that moment, her daughter Hetal came into the balcony, holding a cup of steaming hot tea. Her pale brown eyes immediately took in the sight of her mother crouching next to me, and she gave me one more of that knowing self assured looks, that for some strange reason irked me to no end. As I took the cup of tea from her hands, I gave her a look that conveyed in no uncertain terms that I was the least impressed by what she had to offer. Gajra ben stood up, clutching on her knees heavily, and beckoned Hetal to follow her.
As they disappeared into my living room, I heard her say something to her daughter in a low voice. After a moment, she poked her head out of the door at the balcony and said to me pleasantly "Saheb, aap chai peene ke baad andar aaiye ... hum yahaan par baithe hain..." I just nodded to her curtly, and resumed reading the paper, wondering why this 18-year old busty village girl had managed to get under my skin without even uttering a word.
After finishing my tea, when I walked into the room, I saw that both mother and daughter were sitting on the floor on their haunches, their backs resting against the wall. "Chal, ubhi thhai jaa..." muttered Gajra ben to her daughter in their native tongue, indicating that she should get up. As both of them stood up, Gajra ben put on that fake seductive smile on her lips again, and walked towards me. Taking hold of me by my arm, she said "Aao na, saheb ... baith jaao..." leading me to the couch in my living room. As I settled down in the couch, she sat down on the floor right next to my legs, and placed her arms on my thighs, ensuring that she was pressing her heavy udders to my knees.
Her pallu which was normally dbangd over her head, had slipped down to her shoulders, giving me a clear view of her bare back with just those two strings tied across, and her uncovered head with the grey streaked hair tied in a bun. In spite of my relative lack of interest, I felt my cock twitch. As the teenage Hetal stood with her back to the wall opposite my couch, Gajra ben said to her "Have tu kapda kaadhi naakh..." indicating to her in their native tongue that she should start undressing. She glanced at her mother with a look of disinterest, and turning her glance to me gave me a smile that seemed to convey that she'd enough like me to be in awe of me.
Inwardly, I promised to myself that before she left the house today, I was going to put this bitch in her place. Gajra ben noticed the expression on her daughter's face, and threw her an angry glance conveying her displeasure at her daughter's cocky behavior. Turning her face away, the plump busty teenage rabaari girl Hetal began to pull the pallu of her choli off her shoulder. On an impulse, I said "Ek minute ruk jaa..." as I stood up from the couch and walked casually into my bedroom. I returned to the living room carrying my camera. Both Hetal and her mother looked at me, their demeanor suddenly apprehensive as I sat down again on the couch and calmly switched on the camera.
"Saheb ... aap ... aap photu kheechne waale ho..." Gajra ben asked apprehensively. "Haan..." I replied calmly, as I went about checking the settings on my camera. I noticed the way Hetal threw her mother a defiant glance that conveyed her displeasure. "Uh ... saheb ... aap ... aap photu kyun kheech rahe ho iska..." Gajra ben asked, her voice clearly apprehensive. "Kyun ka kya matlab..." I retorted challengingly " ... photo koi kyun kheechta hai ... dekhne ke liye na..." As mother and daughter looked at each other once again, I continued "Kyun ... tumko koi taqleef hai kya ... aisa hai to jaao phir yahaan se..." my tone recalcitrant, as I looked into the cocky Hetal's eyes sternly.
For the first time, I saw a look of nervousness come into this cocky teenage bitch's eyes. "Nahi, nahi, saheb..." Gajra ben mumbled immediately. Leaning towards my knees further as she sat on the floor, she mashed her humongous mammaries to my knees once again, and caressing my thighs said "Saheb ... par aap kisi aur ko yeh photu dikhaaoge to ... to ... meri chhokri to badnaam ho jaayegi na ... aisa mat karo, saheb..." her tone reconciliatory. I had two reasons for my sudden inspiration to photograph this bitch as she undressed.
One, it'd give me something to watch and shag off later; and two, it would be an insurance against these women trying to blackmail me later making some bang allegation. Though not Gajra ben, her slutty daughter seemed to me like the type who was perfectly capable of something like that. "Theek hai ... phir rehne do..." I said nonchalantly, as I switched off the camera and began to put it back into its case. "Main to iski photo isliye kheechne waala thha ki mere doston ko dikha sakoon ... agar unko tumhaari beti pasand aayi to usko mere jaise aur bhi customer mil sakte hain..." I continued, fixing my gaze at Hetal and letting her know that I considered her nothing more than a cheap whore.
Both mother and daughter glanced at each other once again, and I could see the faintest flicker of fear in the cocky Hetal's plump white face. Their faces were wracked with uncertainty and confusion over this situation I had put them in. While the shame of getting her daughter photographed nude was weighing heavily on her, I could see that the lure of money by way of more potential rich 'customers' for her teenage daughter was also seeming too good to refuse. Hetal glanced at me with an expression of uncertainty for the first time, and I felt good at having shaken her otherwise cocky demeanor.
"Teri marzi hai..." I said to her, looking into her eyes and shrugging my shoulders as if I didn't give a damn about whether she agreed or not. Taking a deep breath, she pursed her lips and gave the slightest of nods to her mother, who too was looking at her expectantly. Shaking her head, Gajra ben put on a forced smile on her face, and caressing my thighs seductively, said "Theek hai, saheb ... aap jo bole ... bas aapke dost bhi aap jaise hi ho to phir theek hai..." her tone resigned. "Jab tak ki yeh apna mooh band rahkegi ... tab tak mere dost bhi apna mooh band rakhenge ... aur iski koi badnaami nahi hogi..." I said to Gajra ben, but keeping my eyes steadfast on the busty Hetal who stood their uncertainly now, fiddling with the pallu of her choli.
"Nahi, saheb ... yeh kucch nahi bolegi..." Gajra ben replied immediately, eager to seal the pact. Ignoring her, I kept my gaze fixed on her daughter, challenging her to respond. Gajra ben gave her an angry glance, as a consequence of which Hetal cleared her throat and said "Nahin, saheb ... main kucch nahi boloongi..." her voice unusually thick and heavy. I kept my gaze on her for a few more moments, my eyes boring into hers, before I nodded my head and grunted my assent. "To phir jaldi kar ... mere paas time nahi hai..." I said to her gruffly, ignoring the pained expression in her mother's face.
Throwing one last glance at her mother, the busty peasant girl began to pull the pallu of her choli from her shoulders again. I had my camera ready and took a few quick shots even as she was removing the pallu. She paused as the flash of my camera went off, and looked at me questioningly, as if asking if she should wait for me. I indicated with my left hand for her to continue, keeping my eyes on the display of the camera, and said "Ek ek karke dheere se utaarti jaa tu..." indicating that I wanted her to undress slowly one step at a time.
To my gloating satisfaction, the 18-year old rabaari peasant girl Hetal, began to undress. The chagrin on her face was evident from the way she looked away as she pulled off the pallu of her choli and dropped it on the floor. I continued to click snaps even as her over-sized firm ripe teenage breasts encased tightly in that blue colored blouse came to my view. I could see the strap of a white bra peeking from under her blouse at the shoulder. It was not often that I saw these village girls wearing a bra, but I figured a girl with her kind of tits couldn't do without one.
As she stood there reluctantly in her embroidered blue ghaagra and the simple blue blouse, I ran my gaze over her plump body appreciatively. Even in this moment of humiliation, she stood proudly with a straight back, thrusting out her chest, as if daring me to look at the huge blouse-clad breasts of hers. Her figure was not curvy by any standards, and her hips were about the same width as her rather broad chest. Owing to her short stature, she had a rather short torso and legs.
Her hips though heavy did not flare out from her waist like most young girls. Her belly was naturally fleshy though not at all flabby, and was adorned by a rather small navel just above the waist line of her heavily embroidered ghaagra. As she stood there almost defiantly with one hand on her cocked hips, she looked at my face. Gajra ben, who'd been sitting on the floor next to my knees, slid her hand upwards along my thighs, until her palm rested over the bulge of my cock inside my khakhi shorts.
With her eyes on her daughter, she began to squeeze the lump inside my shorts with her coarse pudgy fingers in an attempt to arouse me. Looking at Hetal's face without any trace of interest, I simply said "Blouse..." in a flat monotone, my voice not betraying any emotion. "Ha ... have kabjo kaadhi naakh..." Gajra ben instructed her daughter immediately, indicating that she should now remove her blouse. With a frown on her face that annoyed me further, Hetal reached up and began to open the hooks of her blouse.
She took her own sweet time doing that, which to me seemed like just another gesture of defiance. Unlike my two maids, Pushpa and Rani, this one was a tough nut, and rankled me enough. Strangely, it was also arousing me. I was having far too many willing girls ready to appease me, and this defiant attitude in some strange way was turning me on. I continued to click snaps as she opened the hooks of her rather tight blouse, and pulled the blouse down her thick arms. Dropping the blouse on the floor, she once again cocked her hips to one side and stood there with a disinterested expression on her face, with one hand on her hips.
She stood there looking away, as if daring me to look at her big firm rounded breasts, which were encased in a cheap tight cotton bra. The bra was a full cupped one that was usually preferred by older married women. But it was only this kind of bra that could support the sheer mass of her over developed 18-year old teenage breasts. The bra was clearly one size too small for her as the straps bit into the flesh of her torso under her armpits, and were hooked together way too far up on her back. As a consequence, the flesh of her heavy yet firm breasts bulged outwards from the sides of the bra cup, and also from the cleavage of the bra.
For the first time this morning, I felt my cock begin to stiffen. Without looking at me, she reached behind her back to unclasp the hook of her bra. "Ruko..." I shot out. At my voice, she paused, her hands still behind her back, and threw me a glance that seemed to challenge me. Taking a deep breath to reign in my anger, I said "Tune ghaagre ke neeche chaddi pehni hai... ?" my tone contemptuous. She looked at me for a moment as if irritated at this question, before shaking her head dismissively in the negative.
"Mooh khol ke bol nahi sakti hai, kya... ?" I said in an annoyed voice, which caused Gajra ben to pause her caressing and look up at my face with an expression of alarm. With her face creased in a frown, Hetal gave me a look of digust, and replied "Naa..." her voice a monotone, her single word answer telling me that she was not wearing any panties under her ghaagra. Hearing the tone of her voice, I grunted and flung the camera down on the couch with disgust. Roughly pushing away Gajra ben's hand which had been desperately trying to arouse my cock under my shorts, I stood up.
"Bahut ho gaya, Gajra ben ... kal tum bole thhe isliye main raazi hua thha isko milne ke liye ... isko yahaan aana nahi thha to kyun lekar aaye tum isko... ?" I said to Gajra ben in a pissed off tone. Before she could respond, I pulled out my wallet from the rear pocket of my shorts, and extracting a 500/- rupee note from it, thrust it towards her stunned face. "Yeh lo ... iski photo jo kheechi hai, uske liye ... ab tum dono jaaon yahaan se..." I said angrily, my face conveying my anger. Gajra ben was stunned as she looked up at me from where she sat there on the floor, and was speechless; her eyes wide and her mouth open.
Displaying an agility that belied her age, she suddenly got up from the floor and crossed the distance to where her daughter stood in a few long strides. To my utter surprise, she pulled up the thick plastic bangles on her wrist, her face contorted with rage, and slapped Hetal right across her face. "Bahu charbi chadhi gayi chhe, kem ... bahu bhaav khaaye chhe, hain..." she almost screamed, slapping the stunned Hetal right across her face repeatedly even before she could react.
"Saali raand..." the 46-year old mature rabaari woman screeched in her native tongue, grabbing hold of her cowering daughter's hair, and trying to rain repeated open handed blows on her face and head. Hetal screamed, and desperately tried to ward off her raging mother's blows, cowering and trying to protect her face and head with her hands. I too was stunned at this sudden display of rage from this big mature village woman, and was frozen to my spot. "Gajra ben... "I said in an alarmed voice, and leapt across the room to grab hold of this furious woman.
Grabbing hold of her arms, I had to use all my strength to pull her away, even as she continued to struggle violently in my arms, and kept hurling the choicest of filthy expletives at her teenage daughter in her native tongue. Grabbing hold of her flabby arms painfully, I pulled her away, and ordered "Bas karo, Gajra ben ... bas..." shaking her violently by her shoulder. She took a moment to come out of the maddening rage that had siezed her, before she blinked her glazed eyes and looked at me. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her daughter, who had by now slumped on the floor, and had buried her face in her knees, her legs drawn up at her knees.
"Nahi saheb ... isko to main..." Gajra ben muttered furiously, looking at her covering and whimpering daughter with a murderous look in her face. I was still trying to comprehend what had suddenly caused this woman to explode on her own teenage daughter. "Thhak gayi hoon main ... iske nakhre dekh dekh kar ... saali apne aap ko maharani samajhti hai ... ghar pe koi kaam to karti nahin hai ... aur upar se jab main uske liye kucch karke de rahi hoon ... to bhaav khaati hai..." she said vehemently, her furious eyes still on her daughter.
To Be Continued..
"Ohh maaa..." she screamed, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and she threw her head back, and cried out through clenched teeth. Watching this 23-year old buxom girl get her orgasm as she rode me, her thick heavy body heaving and quivering with excitement, was a sight to behold. With one last throaty cry, she collapsed on top of me, her heavy heaving breasts mashed against my chest. "Oh Jignesh bhai ... oh Jignesh bhai..." she breathed repeatedly, even as she gasped and tried to suck in huge lungfuls of air. Mayuri ben too reached out with her hands and began to caress Seema didi's heaving back, as she lay limp on my torso, her body heaving.
Feeling an inexplicable tenderness course through me, I wrapped my arms around Seema didi's heavy back, and caressed it gently. Her face was buried on my shoulders, and I could feel her heart thudding inside her chest. Turning her face towards me, I caressed her cheeks gently, and kissed her softly on her lips. She responded with passion, and opening her mouth, slid her wet tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with all her pent up passion. As I looked up at Mayuri ben, I saw her gazing at me with a tender expression on her face through her thick rimmed glasses.
Watching the lusty Mayuri ben, I couldn't help but wonder how many mothers existed in this world, who would get a young guy like me to fuck her daughter, and then watch it not only with satisfaction, but also tenderness. Seema didi lay on top of me like that for a long time, breathing heavily, and trying to restore her senses. Finally, Mayuri ben nudged her gently, and said softly "Have emna upar thhi ubhi thhai jaa, beta ... nahi to emno phari dheelo padi jase..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to get up from my body, or else my cock would lose its hardness. My cock had slipped out of Seema didi's pussy now, and was nudging against her ass crack.
As Seema didi slid off my torso, she looked into my eyes with an expression of love and shyness. On an impulse, she cupped my face and kissed me passionately on the mouth again, muttering "Thank you, Jignesh bhai ... thank you..." Her motherly instincts taking over, she pulled me into her lap just like her mother had some time back, and cradled my head in her arms. Pressing my head to her heavenly firm bosom, she hefted one of her heavy 34-C firm breasts in her hand, and rubbed it gently over my face, making her nipples graze my lips.
With a moan, I opened my mouth and took her proffered nipple into my mouth, and began to suck on it adently. She pressed my face further to her bosom, and throwing her head back, let out a contented sigh. Mayuri ben, who had been watching this, went towards my hips, and bending down, took hold of my cock which had lost some of its hardness now. Sitting down heavily next to my hips, she bent forward and without a word took my turgid cock into her wet mouth. I was yet to come across a woman who sucked my cock as wantonly as Mayuri ben did, or who could take my entire cock into her mouth with such ease.
Emitting a low throaty grunt, she pushed her mouth down till my cock was buried in her throat, and her lips were touching the base of my cock, her nose nudging against my pubic hair. "Oh auntieee..." I groaned, as she swallowed and began to suck on my cock, without ever letting it come out of her mouth. She was sucking on with just gusto that I felt my cock quiver and harden in no time. Even after my cock rose to its full hardness, she did not let go of it, and opened her mouth wider, swallowing her saliva every now and then, allowing the swollen tip of my cock to enter her throat. Her saliva was drooling out of the sides of her mouth, and was oozing down the length of my cock.
"Bas, auntie ... bas..." I hissed, grabbing her by the bun of her hair and pulling her head away, not wanting to come inside her mouth. As my swollen shaft slipped out of her salivating mouth with a plop, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. There was a satisfied look in her eyes, as she saw how quickly my cock had been restored to its fully glory. Taking my cock in her thick pudgy hands, she playfully slapped it against her huge dangling mammaries, and asked huskily "Beta ... ab tum isko meri ghaand mein daaloge ... ghaand maaroge tum Mayuri maasi ki..." her eyes blazing with lust.
Stunned, I felt my cock quiver in her hands, even as I swallowed involuntarily, unable to answer her. As my eyes flew to Seema didi's face, who was still holding my head cradled in her arms, I saw her nod her head gently, as if giving me permission to go head. Wordlessly, I nodded my head, still unable to speak. With a smile, Mayuri ben got up from the bed immediately, and said to Seema didi matter of factly "Drawer maa thhi peli tel ni baatli kaadh ne, beta..." instructing her to take out a bottle of oil from one of the drawers. "Haan, mummy..." Seema didi complied instantly, and got up to extract the same bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil that Mayuri ben had used earlier too with me.
As she handed the bottle to her mother, Mayuri ben poured a liberal amount of the oil into her palm and proceeded to rub it along the length of my cock, making my already wet and slippery cock, slick as a greased pole. Watching my rigid cock gleam in the dim light of th bedroom with satisfaction, she handed the bottle back to her daughter, and said "Have maari ghaand ma thhodu tel lagai de ne, dikra..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to apply some of the oil in her ass! Stunned, I watched in disbelief as Mayuri ben got down on all fours on the bed, and burying her face in one of the pillows on the bed, raised her humungous ass up in the air for Seema didi to lubricate.
Glancing at me shyly, Seema didi slid forward on her knees towards Mayuri ben's uplifted ass, and poured some oil on her massive fleshy and flabby ass. As she rubbed the oil on Mayuri ben's ass, Mayuri ben spread her thighs wider. Understanding what her mother wanted, Seema didi spread the flabby cheeks of Mayuri ben's massive ass, and poured some of the oil in to her matured puckered arse-hole! To my utter shock, she then proceeded to oil her mother's arse-hole with her finger, sliding one of her oily fingers into the hole that was now visible to her. I was watching this scene unfolding in front of me, and as I watched Seema didi lube her own mother's arse-hole with her fingers dipped in oil, my mouth went dry.
I had never been too excited about anal sex, and part of me still found the whole concept filthy. Fucking a woman's shit hole had never been my idea of hygienic sex. However, if there was one ass that I had fantasized about fucking some times, it had been that glorious ass of my darling Kalpana aunty. But the loving woman that she was, I knew I would never get down to doing that. On the contrary, here was the lascivious 48-year old Mayuri ben, who was old enough to be my mother, inviting me time and again to fuck her massively endowed ass.
As Seema didi finished applying the baby oil to her mother's puckered anus, Mayuri ben twisted her head sideways to look at me. Gazing at me through those thick spectacles of hers, her head supported on the pillow, and her mountainous ass protruding in the air like some gargantuan hump, she said "Aai ja mere bete ... ab daal de tera lund teri Mayuri maasi ki ghaand mein..." Seema too was visibly shocked by this utterly depraved words being uttered by her venerable mother, and she glanced at me apprehensively, as if afraid that I might get put off by her filthy talk.
Not wanting to refuse a gift horse, I slid forward on the bed with alacrity, and positioned myself behind her uplifted ass on my feet. Bending my legs at the knees, I positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her puckered arse-hole. Holding my cock positioned near her ass, I looked at Seema didi with a questioning look in my eyes. She read my eyes and clearing her throat, said in a low whisper "Chodo meri mummy ko, Jignesh bhai ... unko ... unko ... ghaand marwaana bahut acchha lagta hai..." licking her dry lips, and her eyes glued to my rampant cock near her mother's massive ass. These utterly filthy words from the otherwise chaste Seema didi's mouth were the proverbial last straw on the camel's back for me.
With a grunt, I positioned my cock at Mayuri ben's proffered anal opening, and pushed the head of my cock in. She had a big arse alright, but looking at the contrasting sizes of my swollen cock head and her puckered anal opening, I did not believe that it would go in. There was total silence in the room, broken only by the sounds of Mayuri ben's heavy breathing. Holding my breath, I gently pushed my cock into her asshole, and to my surprise, the opening of her ass yielded and stretched to take in my cock. "Ummmffff..." Mayuri ben muttered thickly, her voice muffled by the pillow into which she had buried her face, as she felt my swollen cock head stretch the tender opening of her mature ass.
Aided to a very large extent by the baby oil that had been generously applied, my cock head slipped inside her anal orifice with an audible plop. "Haaaiiii..." Mayuri ben moaned, as I felt as if my cock had been gripped by a tight velvet glove that wrapped itself around every inch of my cock head like second skin. I grimaced with pain as I felt a never experienced before tightness around my cock, the foreskin getting pushed back painfully. As I held my cock in place, allowing myself to get used to the sensation of an ass, Seema didi slid close to me on her knees.
Standing near me on her knees on the bed, she placed her arms on my back as if to comfort me, and pressed her young firm heavy breasts to my arms. "Ab zor se dhakka maaro, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered huskily into my ear, her eyes inflamed with lust. "Haan, beta ... ab ghusa do tumhaara lund meri ghaand mein..." Mayuri ben hissed through clenched teeth, as if to reaffirm what her daughter had just said. Throwing caution to the wind, I braced myself on my feet which were bent at the knees, and thrust my cock into her ass with one massive shove. "Haaaiii maaaa ... mari gayi hoon to..." Mayuri ben almost screamed into the pillow, as my hard swollen oily cock slid into the depths of her massive arse.
I grimaced and screwed my eyes shut, as my body shivered to come to terms with the incredibly tight sensation of Mayuri ben's mature ass. If her 48-year old asshole was this tight, I wondered how it would be with younger women. Seema didi was enthralled by the sight of my hard thick cock buried inside her mother's arsehole, and she instinctively reached forward to caress her mother's quivering ass cheeks. Turning to me, she whispered again "Ab chodo meri mummy ko, Jignesh bhai ... unki ghaand ko zor se chodo ... unko yeh bahut acchha lagta hai..." her hands reaching between her legs to instinctively caress her aroused vulva.
Mayuri ben was trying to relax the muscles of her anus to accommodate the girth of my thick cock, and as I felt her rectum contract and expand around my swollen cock, I felt a surge of power course through my body. Each time I had fucked her cunt in the past, I had this feeling of inadequacy owing to the rather mediocre size of my cock. But now with my cock buried in her arse hole, she did not have to put on her act of fake arousal. As Mayuri ben adjusted her knees to accommodate my cock into her ass, her massive pendulous 38-D breasts which were hanging like ripe jack fruits under her torso, quivered.
For some strange reason, the sight of her her dangling mammaries drove me mad, and with a savage grunt, I began to fuck her ass in earnest. The pleasure was beginning to overcome the pain, and I nearly screamed through clenched teeth as I pulled my cock halfway out of her ass, and then shoved it in again violently, causing the matronly Mayuri ben to let out a cry of pleasure and pain. "Aaaaiiii maaa ... mari gayi hoon to..." she screamed again, as my cock began to piston in and out of her ass, my hips smacking into her humongous ass each time I shoved my cock in.
"Seema..." cried out Mayuri ben through clenched teeth, clutching the bed sheet on either side of her head " ... thhodu tel naakh beta ... bahu dukhe chhe mane..." her voice coming in short painful gasps as she asked her daughter to use some oil as it was beginning to hurt her. Seema didi complied immediately, and picking up the bottle of baby oil, she poured it liberally on my cock as it slid outwards. I pulled my cock out till only the swollen tip was trapped inside her tight ass, and allowed Seema didi to pour more oil on my cock. Then, with a savage grunt, I thrust my hips forward again, sending my cock spearing into the depths of the ass.
Once again, she let out a muffled scream of "Ooooohhhh..." as she felt herself getting stuffed with my thick cock. But this time, my cock was able to move with relatively more ease, the oil having helped. I grabbed hold of Mayuri ben's prodigious flabby ass, and began to pummel into her driving my cock up to the hilt into her tight anus. "Ohh beta ... oh beta ... oh beta..." she kept moaning each time my hips thudded into the quivering flesh of her massive ass. As I began to fuck her in the ass relentlessly, she cried out through her clenched teeth again to her daughter. "Seema ... maari choot ma aanglli naakh..." she hissed, indicating that she wanted her daughter to finger her cunt as I was fucking her ass.
Seema glanced at me once again, her face clouded with arousal and lust, and quickly reached under her mother's sagging fleshy belly. Leaning forward and supporting herself with her left arm, she began to furiously finger her mother's sopping wet mature cunt, even as I continued to relentlessly drive my cock in and out of her massive but tight ass. The sensation of her sphincter tightening and clasping my tortured cock was too much for me to take; and that coupled with the sight of her own daughter frigging her mature cunt furiously drove me crazy.
With a loud throaty cry of "Mayuri auntieee..." I erupted inside her ass. My boiling semen shot out of the slit of my tortured cock head, and filled the depths of her arse-hole. "Haa dikraa ... haa..." Mayuri ben also cried out, as she felt my hot semen splash against the walls of her asshole, and start to ooze out of the puckered hole. "Zor thhi kar, Seema..." Mayuri ben almost shouted to her daughter, urging her daughter to continue fingering her cunt, even as my cock jerked and spasmed inside Mayuri ben's tight asshole. With a groan, I almost fell on Mayuri ben's wide back, my cock still buried inside her.
Unable to take my weight any more, Mayuri ben to collapsed on her stomach, taking me along with her. As she fell on to her stomach, my cock slipped out of her arse. Twisting sideways, she parted her thighs again, and turning to Seema who was watching my blood red cock in awe and the thick white semen oozing out of her mother's arsehole, she said in a husky voice "Ubhi kem thhai gayi tu, Seema ... aanglli naakh ... ane khalaas kari de mane..." indicating to her daughter to keep fingering her till she too got her orgasm. Seema didi slid forward between her mother's thighs with alacrity, and sliding her middle and ring finger inside her mother's soppy wet cunt, began to finger her furiously.
As I lay on my back next to Mayuri ben, she reached out to me and pulled my head towards her gargantuan wobbly breasts. Thrusting my head towards her breasts, she whispered "Choose inko, beta ... please..." her voice thick with lust. As I began to suck on her thick proffered nipples and roughtly fondle her sagging breasts, Seema didi continued to finger her with gusto, making squishing sounds as her fingers moved in and out of her mother's cunt rapidly. I guess my fucking her in the ass had made her really aroused, and very soon Mayuri ben grabbed hold of Seema didi's hand by the wrist, and let out a shrill cry of pleasure. Somehow managing to lift her massive hips off the bed, she screamed "Haaa Seemaaaa ... haaaiiii..." as her orgasm hit her, and copious amounts of her pussy juice squirted out of her mature hairy cunt.
Sweaty and out of breath, we lay like that for what seemed like an eternity; Mayuri ben sprawled on her back with her massive thighs outstretched, with me lying with my head cushioned by her mammoth pillowy breasts, while Seema didi lay with her head resting on Mayuri ben's huge flabby belly. I felt Mayuri ben's fingers ruffle the hair on my head, even as her chest heaved with her deep breathing. "Mazaa aaya, beta..." she asked through deep labored breaths, caressing my back gently.
Although my cock was sore from the terrific fucking it had given Mayuri ben's mature ass, I replied heavily "Haan aunty, bahut mazaa aaya..." "Mujhe bhi, beta ... mujhe bhi..." she replied hoarsely, running her thick tongue across her dry lips to wet them. With a groan, I extracted myself from Mayuri ben's arms which seemed to weigh like a ton now, and lay down with on my back on the bed. As I closed my eyes to catch my breath, I felt Seema didi too rise from between Mayuri ben's outstretched thighs. Gently, as if not to disturb me, she came and lay down by my side. Lying on her side, she gently placed her hand on my chest.
As I opened my eyes, and looked at her, she smiled at me lovingly. It was a heavenly feeling, lying like this between two naked women, one a 48-year old widow, and the other her busty 23-year old daughter. I raised my arms above my head and extended it, so as to allow Seema didi to rest her head on my arm. As she snuggled closer to me and wrapped her hands around my chest, causing her firm heavy breasts to press against my ribcage, I asked her gently "Aaapko acchha laga, didi..."
She gazed into my eyes lovingly for a moment, before allowing a smile to come on her sensuous thick lips. "Haan, Jignesh bhai ... bahut acchha laga..." she replied in a whisper. "Aapko?" she quizzed, continuing to gaze into my eyes. I just nodded my head with a smile and pulled her head closer towards me to kiss her. She kissed me with passion, gently sliding her thick tongue into my mouth and sucking on my mouth.
Then gently pulling her lips away, she rested her head on my chest, and snuggled up to me. I turned around to look at what Mayuri ben was doing, and to my total surprise, Mayuri ben was fast asleep and snoring. Her mammoth breasts which were hanging pendulously on either side of her chest, were heaving with her deep even breathing, even as she snored gently through her open mouth. Shaking my head in disbelief, I reached out to touch her.
As my hand touched her breasts, she turned towards me in her sleep, some instinct guiding her, and snuggled up towards me. Mashing those mammoth breasts to my chest from the other side, she too placed her hand across my chest, and slept. Content with having this incredible mother-daughter pair sleeping peacefully, naked on either side of me, I too closed my eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
I woke up early the next morning and felt surprisingly rejuvenated. The awkwardness between me and the mother daughter pair was rather evident, as is usually the case once your lust has been satiated. Seema didi was the one who seemed more uncomfortable, though Mayuri ben was her usual ebullient self. After having a cup of tea, I took leave of them and headed back home. As I approached my house, I saw the rabaari woman, Gajra ben, sitting on her haunches near the gate of our compound along with a much younger girl, who I presumed was her daughter.
I groaned inwardly when I suddenly remembered that this woman had told me yesterday that she'd be bringing her daughter for me to sample. For a moment, I felt disgusted with myself. What had begun as a fantasy of having sex with the mature Kalpana aunty and her young teenage daughter Jigna, was now beginning to seem like a never ending supply of eager to please sex starved women. I felt like a predator that was losing interest in the prey since the hunt was becoming too easy.
As I approached them, the two of them stood up, and Gajra been greeted me with a broad toothy smile. 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.
"Namaste, saheb..." she said to me with a smile, even as my eyes took in the contours of her massive body once again. Like I said earlier, she was about as tall as Mayuri ben, albeit much fairer, and possessed a fleshy well endowed mature body. Her coarse embroidered 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 lowerd end of her choli and the waistline of her ghaagra. "Hmm..." I grunted in response, forcing a smile on my face. I was in no mood to fool around with her this morning, even though my curiosity was piqued by the girl who was with her. As my eyes settled on the young girl, Gajra ben beamed and said proudly "Ye meri chhokri hai, saheb ... Hetal..." by way of introducing her daughter.
"Hello, saheb..." the girl said to me, pronouncing the word as 'haallo', a plastic smile on her face. At that instant something ticked me the wrong way, and I decided that I was going to fuck this barely legal teenage bitch just to teach her a lesson. 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 as she stood, as if purposely displaying her over developed breasts.
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. There was a certain cockiness to her whole demeanor, from the way she stood casually with her hips cocked to one side, to the somewhat mocking self assured smile on her blunt featured face. Like with most of these village women, she too was dressed in an embroidered ghaagra.
However, unlike her mother who wore a traditional back-less choli, she wore a regular blouse. The ghaagra and her blouse were a dark shade of blue, while the choli dbangd across her torso was a contrasting red. She was fairer than most of these village folks, a trait inherited from her mother. Her face was rather blunt, the only noticeable feature being her rather pronounced cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to almost shut when she squinted at the sun.
Her blunt nose, thick lips, and flat chin completed her rather uninteresting face. Her crinkly hair was tied in a single tiny braid, and was more brown than black. Something that I'd not noticed earlier about her was her light colored eyes, a shade of light brown. She was short and stocky, and stood only about 5'1" tall.
However, it was her breasts that got one to notice her. At 18, they were far more developed than most girls. Like the desirable Sejal's, they too were well rounded and at least a 36-C. But unlike Sejal's soft pillowy ones, this girl's looked hard and firm, and rested proudly on her chest in her tightly stitched blouse, quite like those of the voluptuous Seema didi. Flashing a non-committal smile, I proceeded to open the locks of my door. "Aap itni subah kahaan gaye thhe, saheb..." asked Gajra ben, as I opened the door. "Main morning walk ke liye gaya thha..." I replied without glancing at them, hoping they'd not spotted me coming out of Mayuri ben's house.
As Gajra ben was pouring out the milk into the vessel I'd handed her, she said to her daughter "Chal tu jaa kar saheb ke liye thhoda sa chai bana..." before turning towards me and asking "Aap chai piyenge na saheb..." I mumbled my assent, and picked up the morning newspaper to read. Hearing her mother, the 18-year old Hetal threw me another self assured glance before heading into the kitchen to make tea for me.
As I flicked through the pages of the paper, I could see that the mature Gajra ben was a little unsettled by my seeming disinterest in her daughter. Women who pimped their own daughters were beginning to turn me off now. As I settled down in one of the cane chairs in our balcony to read the newspaper, Gajra ben approached me tentatively. Clearing her throat, she asked me hesitantly "Saheb ... aapko meri chhokri pasand nahi aayi kya..." coming straight to the point. Dropping the paper in my lap and turning my gaze to look up at her, I replied with a straight face "Pasand aane ke liye abhi kucch dekha kahaan hai maine..." indicating that I'd not seen enough to decide whether I liked her daughter or not.
It took her a moment to comprehend the meaning of my statement. Her fleshy haggard face creased in a smile once realization dawned upon her. Smiling suggestively at me, she slapped me playfully on the shoulder and said "Haan, saheb ... yeh to aap theek bole ... abhi aapne usko theek se dekha kahaan hai..." When I nodded my head with a straight face again and turned my head away to pick up the newspaper again, the smile disappeared from her face.
Crouching down on her knees heavily next to my chair, she placed her thick pudgy calloused hand on my knees and said in an urgent voice "Saheb ... aapko woh pasand aayegi ... woh aapko khush kar degi ... uski guarantee main deti hoon..." her eyes gazing into mine smilingly even as she purposely mashed those massive dangling mammaries of hers under that coarse choli to my knees. As I looked back at her, she smiled again, and slid her hand upwards on my thighs and teased my limp penis inside my khakhi shorts with her thick fingers.
"Aapko shikaayat ka koi mauka nahi degi woh ... aakhir woh meri beti hai..." she continued in her coarse yet seductive tone, even as her fingers continued to rub and squeeze the lump of my limp cock over my shorts. I allowed myself a condescending smile, and reaching out to squeeze on of her lush heavy dangling breasts under the coarse fabric of her choli, replied "Chalo theek hai ... dekhte hain..." pinching her thick nipples through the choli. That seemed to please her, and with an exaggerated and totally pretentious sigh, she pressed her heavy breasts further into my palm.
At that moment, her daughter Hetal came into the balcony, holding a cup of steaming hot tea. Her pale brown eyes immediately took in the sight of her mother crouching next to me, and she gave me one more of that knowing self assured looks, that for some strange reason irked me to no end. As I took the cup of tea from her hands, I gave her a look that conveyed in no uncertain terms that I was the least impressed by what she had to offer. Gajra ben stood up, clutching on her knees heavily, and beckoned Hetal to follow her.
As they disappeared into my living room, I heard her say something to her daughter in a low voice. After a moment, she poked her head out of the door at the balcony and said to me pleasantly "Saheb, aap chai peene ke baad andar aaiye ... hum yahaan par baithe hain..." I just nodded to her curtly, and resumed reading the paper, wondering why this 18-year old busty village girl had managed to get under my skin without even uttering a word.
After finishing my tea, when I walked into the room, I saw that both mother and daughter were sitting on the floor on their haunches, their backs resting against the wall. "Chal, ubhi thhai jaa..." muttered Gajra ben to her daughter in their native tongue, indicating that she should get up. As both of them stood up, Gajra ben put on that fake seductive smile on her lips again, and walked towards me. Taking hold of me by my arm, she said "Aao na, saheb ... baith jaao..." leading me to the couch in my living room. As I settled down in the couch, she sat down on the floor right next to my legs, and placed her arms on my thighs, ensuring that she was pressing her heavy udders to my knees.
Her pallu which was normally dbangd over her head, had slipped down to her shoulders, giving me a clear view of her bare back with just those two strings tied across, and her uncovered head with the grey streaked hair tied in a bun. In spite of my relative lack of interest, I felt my cock twitch. As the teenage Hetal stood with her back to the wall opposite my couch, Gajra ben said to her "Have tu kapda kaadhi naakh..." indicating to her in their native tongue that she should start undressing. She glanced at her mother with a look of disinterest, and turning her glance to me gave me a smile that seemed to convey that she'd enough like me to be in awe of me.
Inwardly, I promised to myself that before she left the house today, I was going to put this bitch in her place. Gajra ben noticed the expression on her daughter's face, and threw her an angry glance conveying her displeasure at her daughter's cocky behavior. Turning her face away, the plump busty teenage rabaari girl Hetal began to pull the pallu of her choli off her shoulder. On an impulse, I said "Ek minute ruk jaa..." as I stood up from the couch and walked casually into my bedroom. I returned to the living room carrying my camera. Both Hetal and her mother looked at me, their demeanor suddenly apprehensive as I sat down again on the couch and calmly switched on the camera.
"Saheb ... aap ... aap photu kheechne waale ho..." Gajra ben asked apprehensively. "Haan..." I replied calmly, as I went about checking the settings on my camera. I noticed the way Hetal threw her mother a defiant glance that conveyed her displeasure. "Uh ... saheb ... aap ... aap photu kyun kheech rahe ho iska..." Gajra ben asked, her voice clearly apprehensive. "Kyun ka kya matlab..." I retorted challengingly " ... photo koi kyun kheechta hai ... dekhne ke liye na..." As mother and daughter looked at each other once again, I continued "Kyun ... tumko koi taqleef hai kya ... aisa hai to jaao phir yahaan se..." my tone recalcitrant, as I looked into the cocky Hetal's eyes sternly.
For the first time, I saw a look of nervousness come into this cocky teenage bitch's eyes. "Nahi, nahi, saheb..." Gajra ben mumbled immediately. Leaning towards my knees further as she sat on the floor, she mashed her humongous mammaries to my knees once again, and caressing my thighs said "Saheb ... par aap kisi aur ko yeh photu dikhaaoge to ... to ... meri chhokri to badnaam ho jaayegi na ... aisa mat karo, saheb..." her tone reconciliatory. I had two reasons for my sudden inspiration to photograph this bitch as she undressed.
One, it'd give me something to watch and shag off later; and two, it would be an insurance against these women trying to blackmail me later making some bang allegation. Though not Gajra ben, her slutty daughter seemed to me like the type who was perfectly capable of something like that. "Theek hai ... phir rehne do..." I said nonchalantly, as I switched off the camera and began to put it back into its case. "Main to iski photo isliye kheechne waala thha ki mere doston ko dikha sakoon ... agar unko tumhaari beti pasand aayi to usko mere jaise aur bhi customer mil sakte hain..." I continued, fixing my gaze at Hetal and letting her know that I considered her nothing more than a cheap whore.
Both mother and daughter glanced at each other once again, and I could see the faintest flicker of fear in the cocky Hetal's plump white face. Their faces were wracked with uncertainty and confusion over this situation I had put them in. While the shame of getting her daughter photographed nude was weighing heavily on her, I could see that the lure of money by way of more potential rich 'customers' for her teenage daughter was also seeming too good to refuse. Hetal glanced at me with an expression of uncertainty for the first time, and I felt good at having shaken her otherwise cocky demeanor.
"Teri marzi hai..." I said to her, looking into her eyes and shrugging my shoulders as if I didn't give a damn about whether she agreed or not. Taking a deep breath, she pursed her lips and gave the slightest of nods to her mother, who too was looking at her expectantly. Shaking her head, Gajra ben put on a forced smile on her face, and caressing my thighs seductively, said "Theek hai, saheb ... aap jo bole ... bas aapke dost bhi aap jaise hi ho to phir theek hai..." her tone resigned. "Jab tak ki yeh apna mooh band rahkegi ... tab tak mere dost bhi apna mooh band rakhenge ... aur iski koi badnaami nahi hogi..." I said to Gajra ben, but keeping my eyes steadfast on the busty Hetal who stood their uncertainly now, fiddling with the pallu of her choli.
"Nahi, saheb ... yeh kucch nahi bolegi..." Gajra ben replied immediately, eager to seal the pact. Ignoring her, I kept my gaze fixed on her daughter, challenging her to respond. Gajra ben gave her an angry glance, as a consequence of which Hetal cleared her throat and said "Nahin, saheb ... main kucch nahi boloongi..." her voice unusually thick and heavy. I kept my gaze on her for a few more moments, my eyes boring into hers, before I nodded my head and grunted my assent. "To phir jaldi kar ... mere paas time nahi hai..." I said to her gruffly, ignoring the pained expression in her mother's face.
Throwing one last glance at her mother, the busty peasant girl began to pull the pallu of her choli from her shoulders again. I had my camera ready and took a few quick shots even as she was removing the pallu. She paused as the flash of my camera went off, and looked at me questioningly, as if asking if she should wait for me. I indicated with my left hand for her to continue, keeping my eyes on the display of the camera, and said "Ek ek karke dheere se utaarti jaa tu..." indicating that I wanted her to undress slowly one step at a time.
To my gloating satisfaction, the 18-year old rabaari peasant girl Hetal, began to undress. The chagrin on her face was evident from the way she looked away as she pulled off the pallu of her choli and dropped it on the floor. I continued to click snaps even as her over-sized firm ripe teenage breasts encased tightly in that blue colored blouse came to my view. I could see the strap of a white bra peeking from under her blouse at the shoulder. It was not often that I saw these village girls wearing a bra, but I figured a girl with her kind of tits couldn't do without one.
As she stood there reluctantly in her embroidered blue ghaagra and the simple blue blouse, I ran my gaze over her plump body appreciatively. Even in this moment of humiliation, she stood proudly with a straight back, thrusting out her chest, as if daring me to look at the huge blouse-clad breasts of hers. Her figure was not curvy by any standards, and her hips were about the same width as her rather broad chest. Owing to her short stature, she had a rather short torso and legs.
Her hips though heavy did not flare out from her waist like most young girls. Her belly was naturally fleshy though not at all flabby, and was adorned by a rather small navel just above the waist line of her heavily embroidered ghaagra. As she stood there almost defiantly with one hand on her cocked hips, she looked at my face. Gajra ben, who'd been sitting on the floor next to my knees, slid her hand upwards along my thighs, until her palm rested over the bulge of my cock inside my khakhi shorts.
With her eyes on her daughter, she began to squeeze the lump inside my shorts with her coarse pudgy fingers in an attempt to arouse me. Looking at Hetal's face without any trace of interest, I simply said "Blouse..." in a flat monotone, my voice not betraying any emotion. "Ha ... have kabjo kaadhi naakh..." Gajra ben instructed her daughter immediately, indicating that she should now remove her blouse. With a frown on her face that annoyed me further, Hetal reached up and began to open the hooks of her blouse.
She took her own sweet time doing that, which to me seemed like just another gesture of defiance. Unlike my two maids, Pushpa and Rani, this one was a tough nut, and rankled me enough. Strangely, it was also arousing me. I was having far too many willing girls ready to appease me, and this defiant attitude in some strange way was turning me on. I continued to click snaps as she opened the hooks of her rather tight blouse, and pulled the blouse down her thick arms. Dropping the blouse on the floor, she once again cocked her hips to one side and stood there with a disinterested expression on her face, with one hand on her hips.
She stood there looking away, as if daring me to look at her big firm rounded breasts, which were encased in a cheap tight cotton bra. The bra was a full cupped one that was usually preferred by older married women. But it was only this kind of bra that could support the sheer mass of her over developed 18-year old teenage breasts. The bra was clearly one size too small for her as the straps bit into the flesh of her torso under her armpits, and were hooked together way too far up on her back. As a consequence, the flesh of her heavy yet firm breasts bulged outwards from the sides of the bra cup, and also from the cleavage of the bra.
For the first time this morning, I felt my cock begin to stiffen. Without looking at me, she reached behind her back to unclasp the hook of her bra. "Ruko..." I shot out. At my voice, she paused, her hands still behind her back, and threw me a glance that seemed to challenge me. Taking a deep breath to reign in my anger, I said "Tune ghaagre ke neeche chaddi pehni hai... ?" my tone contemptuous. She looked at me for a moment as if irritated at this question, before shaking her head dismissively in the negative.
"Mooh khol ke bol nahi sakti hai, kya... ?" I said in an annoyed voice, which caused Gajra ben to pause her caressing and look up at my face with an expression of alarm. With her face creased in a frown, Hetal gave me a look of digust, and replied "Naa..." her voice a monotone, her single word answer telling me that she was not wearing any panties under her ghaagra. Hearing the tone of her voice, I grunted and flung the camera down on the couch with disgust. Roughly pushing away Gajra ben's hand which had been desperately trying to arouse my cock under my shorts, I stood up.
"Bahut ho gaya, Gajra ben ... kal tum bole thhe isliye main raazi hua thha isko milne ke liye ... isko yahaan aana nahi thha to kyun lekar aaye tum isko... ?" I said to Gajra ben in a pissed off tone. Before she could respond, I pulled out my wallet from the rear pocket of my shorts, and extracting a 500/- rupee note from it, thrust it towards her stunned face. "Yeh lo ... iski photo jo kheechi hai, uske liye ... ab tum dono jaaon yahaan se..." I said angrily, my face conveying my anger. Gajra ben was stunned as she looked up at me from where she sat there on the floor, and was speechless; her eyes wide and her mouth open.
Displaying an agility that belied her age, she suddenly got up from the floor and crossed the distance to where her daughter stood in a few long strides. To my utter surprise, she pulled up the thick plastic bangles on her wrist, her face contorted with rage, and slapped Hetal right across her face. "Bahu charbi chadhi gayi chhe, kem ... bahu bhaav khaaye chhe, hain..." she almost screamed, slapping the stunned Hetal right across her face repeatedly even before she could react.
"Saali raand..." the 46-year old mature rabaari woman screeched in her native tongue, grabbing hold of her cowering daughter's hair, and trying to rain repeated open handed blows on her face and head. Hetal screamed, and desperately tried to ward off her raging mother's blows, cowering and trying to protect her face and head with her hands. I too was stunned at this sudden display of rage from this big mature village woman, and was frozen to my spot. "Gajra ben... "I said in an alarmed voice, and leapt across the room to grab hold of this furious woman.
Grabbing hold of her arms, I had to use all my strength to pull her away, even as she continued to struggle violently in my arms, and kept hurling the choicest of filthy expletives at her teenage daughter in her native tongue. Grabbing hold of her flabby arms painfully, I pulled her away, and ordered "Bas karo, Gajra ben ... bas..." shaking her violently by her shoulder. She took a moment to come out of the maddening rage that had siezed her, before she blinked her glazed eyes and looked at me. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her daughter, who had by now slumped on the floor, and had buried her face in her knees, her legs drawn up at her knees.
"Nahi saheb ... isko to main..." Gajra ben muttered furiously, looking at her covering and whimpering daughter with a murderous look in her face. I was still trying to comprehend what had suddenly caused this woman to explode on her own teenage daughter. "Thhak gayi hoon main ... iske nakhre dekh dekh kar ... saali apne aap ko maharani samajhti hai ... ghar pe koi kaam to karti nahin hai ... aur upar se jab main uske liye kucch karke de rahi hoon ... to bhaav khaati hai..." she said vehemently, her furious eyes still on her daughter.
To Be Continued..
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