[Neelkantha]

Part 187 – Now Chacha Added A Special Touch To This Game

Pihu’s POV- Whenever we get something more than we expected, we're overjoyed. Perhaps that's why we love free stuff so much, because it's unexpected and obviously free. We always want something extra. I, too, have always loved something extra. And when it comes to sex, if I get something more than I expected, it's beyond words. That day, something I didn't expect happened to me. So far, you've read how I lured my friend Sangeeta to Zafar's house on some pretext and coaxed her into having sex with him. After that, Zafar's cock so captivated her that she was ready for another round of sex herself. I left them to fuck in peace and went outside. I was only dbangd in my saree, with neither bra nor panties underneath, let alone a blouse or petticoat. Therefore, every part of me was easily visible from under my saree. After Zafar left the room, I locked the door from the outside. Then I stood and wondered, should I take a quick bath? Because the last time when I had threesome sex with Chacha and Zafar, Chacha had told me that it was customary in this area to bathe after sex. So shouldn't I take a bath right away? Since I had already had sex with Zafar once, I had no problem bathing right away. But you all know me. For a sex-crazed woman like me, it's incredibly difficult to be satisfied with just one fuck. It's almost impossible. Since my friend Sangeeta was also having sex with Zafar for the second time, I too began to feel a strong urge to have sex again. But since I had already made up my mind that I would let Sangeeta fuck Zafar today, I somehow managed to control myself and left Zafar's room. I went and sat in the outer room. I knew no one would come here at this time, so no one could see me in this state. So I boldly sat down on a chair. My boobs and my wretched pussy peeked out from under my saree. After sitting on the chair, a thought came to my mind. I couldn't get fucked by Zafar, because he was busy pleasing my friend by fucking her. But if Chacha were here right now, I would have got fucked from him instead. Yes, I knew that Chacha's age made it difficult for him to fuck me. But something is better than nothing. So, if I had the chance to get fucked by Chacha, even if not Zafar, it would have been nice. But when I came here and asked Zafar, he said that Chacha was at the shop. So, what would he have done if he were here? Would he have taken me in his arms and loved me? Or would he have licked my pussy with his tongue? Or would he have put his cock in my mouth and made me suck it? Or would he have put his cock directly in my pussy and started fucking me? I don't know what he would have done. But whatever he did, I would have loved it. But unfortunately, he's not here right now. So what should I do now? Should I sit here and wait for him to return? Or should I do something to calm myself down? Just thinking about it made my body start to swell with passion again. I could clearly feel arousal throughout my whole body. Along with that, I started experiencing another sensation: a distinct wetness in the joints of my legs. I realized how the mere thought of chacha had already aroused me to such an extent that my wicked pussy had already begun to release its juices, soaking my inner thighs and the area around my pussy. While sitting on the chair, I pulled my saree up to my knees and slipped my right hand inside it. I placed my right hand directly on my pussy. The situation was even worse than I had imagined. Just the touch of a finger to my pussy sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. It felt like I'd stuck my finger into a blazing furnace. My pussy was no less than a blazing furnace. My pussy was just as hot and so wet. My finger was soaked in an instant. I inserted my finger into my pussy and began to move it gently. My eyes closed in this excitement. Sitting on the chair, I began to insert my finger into my pussy. Slowly, the juices oozing from my pussy began to trickle down my finger and reach my wrist. But I didn't stop. I kept moving my finger inside my pussy. But I didn't rush it even once. I slowly kept arousing myself by moving my finger inside my pussy. Two things were constantly running through my mind. The first was how my slutty friend was getting fucked by a stranger like a shameless whore, and enjoying the fuck to the fullest. And on the other hand, I was sitting outside the room, fingering my own pussy, trying unsuccessfully to calm myself down.

And the other thing that was deeply ravaging my heart and mind at that moment was chacha. Fingering my pussy, I kept imagining that chacha was here right now, and that he was fingering my pussy with such love instead of me. I began to imagine this scene in my mind. I was sitting with my back against this chair, wearing nothing but a cotton saree. Through that saree, my boobs and my delicate pussy were clearly visible, which chacha was staring at without blinking. My saree was raised up to my thighs, and both my legs were spread as wide as possible. Because of this, the opening of my pussy was wide open, revealing the inner structure of my pussy. My pussy was filled to the brim with its own juices. If even a finger touched it, the juice would drip out. My clit was in no good shape either. My poor clit was swollen and fully erect. Touching it with my finger would set my entire body ablaze with lust. I also imagined chacha kneeling on the floor in front of me, his mouth right next to my pussy. I felt his warm breath on my wet pussy, transporting me to a different world. I imagined chacha taking his hand into my saree and caressing my well exposed thighs with great love. I could clearly feel his rough palm on my soft, fleshy thighs. I was momentarily stunned by the touch of his hand on my thighs. I imagined how his hand was caressing both my thighs with great love. But his hand wasn't confined to one area. He was caressing my thighs from above my knees to around my pussy. He grabbed one of my pussy petals and began to tease it between his fingers. Then he teased the other petal in the same way. I somehow tolerated this, but I was completely unprepared for what he did next. I imagined Chacha's eyes now falling on my battered clit. Seeing the state of my clit, he understood my situation. He looked at me and smiled. Just by looking at him, I knew what he was going to do. I looked away and said to myself, "No, Chacha, please don't do this. I'll die." But when has a man ever listened to a sex-crazed woman like me, in such a vulnerable and helpless state? Not even Chacha listened. I imagined Chacha blatantly ignoring my request, placing his finger on my clit and rubbing it with his finger. The rough touch of his finger on my delicate clit seemed to set my entire body on fire. I started squirming and trying to remove his finger from my clit. But I was unsuccessful. Neither did chacha remove his finger from my clit nor did he stop rubbing it for even a moment. He continued rubbing my clit with his finger. It was becoming impossible for me to tolerate this. I felt that if this continued, I would definitely die sitting here. I had somehow managed to control my moans for so long. But now even doing this was becoming difficult for me. I couldn't control myself any longer and let out a growl, "Uff... Chacha... please don't do this... or I'll die..." I had barely finished sobbing when I suddenly heard Chacha's voice, "But Pihu, I haven't done anything yet. I haven't even touched you. So how can I kill you??!!!" For a moment, I thought it was just my imagination, Chacha saying all these things to me in my mind. But the next moment, I realized it wasn't just my imagination. I really heard Chacha's voice. This meant only one thing: Chacha was there, watching me do all these things, and hearing my moans. I quickly opened my eyes and found Chacha standing in front of me. I noticed my finger was still inside my own pussy, and Chacha was enjoying the sight of me fingering my own pussy. I don't know when he arrived, and how long he had been watching me do this. Seeing Chacha standing in front of me like that, and seeing me fingering my pussy so sensually, I felt extremely embarrassed. I quickly removed my finger from my pussy and dropped my saree. I sat up a little more. Then I asked him, "Hey Chacha, where did you suddenly appear from? You were at the shop, right? When did you come? I didn't even hear you coming!" Chacha looked at me and smiled and said, "How could you have heard my footsteps? You were so busy with yourself."
Then he paused and continued, "Yes, I was just across the shop. I was doing my work. But my mind was on the house all the time. Because I knew you were coming to our house today with your friend to take delivery of the blouses. So how could I let this opportunity slip away from my hands? I quickly finished my work, closed the shop, and returned straight home. But I had no idea that I would get such a big surprise as soon as I got home. As soon as I entered the house, what did I see? The very person for whom I had quickly closed the shop and come home was fingering her pussy while calling my name." Chacha talked about fingering my pussy in such a subtle way that I felt embarrassed all over again. An elderly man, twice my age, caught me fingering myself right in front of his eyes and enjoyed the sight, standing silently without saying a word. And this was what made me feel most ashamed. The man I had imagined being with me for so long, the man I had imagined fingering my pussy, when I realized that he was the one who had been watching me do all this before his eyes, I felt extremely ashamed. I tried to get up from the chair and said to him, "Let go of all that. I'm getting up now." But Chacha grabbed my wrist and put me back in my chair, then sat down next to me. Then he said to me, "Hey, where are you going? Sit down, sit down. I left my work all this time just to meet you, and you're running away from me? Sit down and talk to me for a while." Then he looked at me and said, "So, where is your friend?" I blushed and said, "In the room." Chacha asked, "With Zafar?" I didn't answer the question, just nodded my head and said, "They're having another round." Hearing this, Chacha was delighted. He said, "Wow! That's great. But why are you sitting out here alone?" I said, "I was there a while ago. But then I came and sat here to let them have their fun alone." Chacha looked at me again and said, "And then you remembered me. And you started fingering yourself while imagining me, didn't you?" Chacha's words made me blush again. Because he understood the truth. He also understood that I was still missing him and longing for him. And that made me vulnerable in front of him. I couldn't deny it even if I wanted to. Because it was absolutely true. Then Chacha sat down, pressed against my body. And then he held me in his arms. This was what I had been wanting, but finding myself in his arms like that made me feel embarrassed. Trying to free myself from his embrace, I said, "Chacha, what are you doing?" Chacha smiled and said, "It's exactly what you've been imagining. I'm making your fantasy come true. I'm making love to you, Pihu." I said again, "But the door's open. What if someone comes in? What will they think if they see us like this?" Chacha said, "If they want to think, let them think. What anyone thinks won't make any difference to me." Then he said, "Don't worry. I closed and locked the staircase door from the inside when I came. Right now, no one can come here and spoil our fun, even if they wanted to. And we can make love to each other without any worries." Saying this, he pulled me towards him once again and sat me on his lap. I sat with my soft ass resting on his lap and held his neck from behind with both my hands, saying, "Oh, my old lover, why are you so impatient? I am right here, with you. I am not running away anywhere. You can make love to me as much as you want, and for as long as you want. I will not stop you." Chacha, caressing my ass over my saree, said, "Pihu, you yourself don't know to what extent you are in this old man's heart. Whenever I see you in front of my eyes, it seems not only difficult but impossible for me to control myself. I don't know how to stop myself from loving you." I again said to him lovingly, "And when have I ever stopped you from loving me? I have never stopped you before. I will not stop you today either." Chacha became happy after hearing me. He said, "Then what are you waiting for? Come, let's start today's lovemaking." Saying this he pulled me towards his chest. I went and pressed myself against his chest. Despite being in the saree, my soft boobs pressed against his chest. He did not delay even for a moment and brought his mouth close to mine.
I'd been eagerly awaiting this moment for so long. No matter how much I taught chacha the lesson of patience, I was dying deep inside for it. And so, as soon as he brought his lips closer to mine, the dam of patience within me finally broke. A surge of lust and desire surged within me. I couldn't contain myself any longer, and like a new lover, I grabbed my 72-year-old lover's neck from behind and began showering kisses on every corner of his face. My lips landed on his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, his nose, and his beard. Finally, my lips found their destination. I placed my lips on his lips and began kissing him. Throughout it all, chacha didn't do anything. He sat quietly and let me do my work. He had sensed my impatience long ago. He understood how desperately I was to love him. So he endured my wild love, without saying a word or doing anything. And then, when I placed my lips on his, he became a little more active. He placed my soft lips between his cracked and blistered lips and started sucking. His lips were quite rough and chapped, and the friction against his lips probably peeled my soft lips a little. I felt a slight burning sensation on my lips as he kissed me. But by then, I was so aroused that I didn't care it at all. He continued to suck my soft lips between his rough lips. The smell of bidi emanated from his mouth, disgusting me. But I didn't stop myself, nor did I ask him to stop. We kissed each other wildly. Chacha was sitting on a chair. I was resting my soft ass on his lap. Both my hands were placed behind his neck, and both my boobs were pressed against his chest. One of his hands was lovingly caressing my ass, and the other was caressing my bare back. We sat in the outer room, carefree, out in the open, like a newlywed couple, we were lost in giving and receiving love to each other, forgetting the whole world. (Contd.)

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