For MATURE lovers

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Oh my god! It was so large, and so round. And, since
she was pushing her chandi towards him, so that the two cheeks were
slightly parted, I could make out her dark anus from where I lay. Oh, she
was really a sex-goddess! She eyed at him, smiling teasingly, and watched
the effect the sight of her bare arse was having on him. Vasu had already
started stroking his big cock gently. Now, the sight of her bare arse made
the movements of his stroking hand vigorous. He studied her arse. It was
big, and round. It was wheat-complexioned, like the rest of her.
Actually, it was fairer, and its large cheeks were the colour of apples,
and they looked very smooth and tender. Never stopping the stroking of his
cock, he leaned over and gave her arse a quick pinch. Where he pinched her
the skin turned red. "Aaahhh..." she cried out and rubbed her arse with
her fingers where it hurt. She looked at him. "I have wanted to do it
ever since I put my eyes on you," he told her. She smiled and looked at
him. "Now you can do it whenever you want to," she said slowly, looking
straight into his eyes. I was quite surprised at this remark from my
mother. "Whenever I want?" "Yes...but only when nobody is watching," she
said shyly. He smiled. He liked the way now she was really co-operating
with him. "Will you show me your bare arse whenever I ask you?" "Um."
"Sunandini," he said, "now onwards when you come to my room I want you to
pull your sari up to your waist. I want you to wipe the floor with your
bare arse showing." "Aiyo, what if somebody suddenly comes into the room?"
"I will stand at the door and watch." She did not say anything, but the way
she lowered her head told him that she would do his bidding. "Oh, your
chandi is so very big and round!" he said excitedly. "I have always loved
your chandi. When you worked in the kithen I would often stand behind you
to look at your big chandi." "I know, sar." "You know!" "I am a woman, sar.
Women know." He laughed. "And all the time I was afraid that you might
notice me," he said. "Shake your chandi a little," he said to her now.
She gave him a spicy look. Then she started swinging her big buttocks for
him to see. She swung very gently, very gracefully, and it looked like a
part of a dance sequence. My mother was actually a trained dancer. And
until she got married when she was twenty-four, she used to teach
mohiniattam to young girls at her home. She could not continue teaching
after she got married. Work in the tea-shop took most of her time. Here,
in this house, when Parvathiamma came to know about my mother's dancing
skills, she one day made her show her some of the steps. My mother was not
ready to show, at first, and had to be cajoled a lot. She did it a bit
clumsily; her body had changed a lot over the years. She was feeling a lot
embarrassed, too, because Vasu was there, and I was there also. Her navel
was showing occasionally as she exhibited various dancing postures.
Mid-way through her performance, she laughed and rushed out of the room,
covering her face with her sari. The old woman had commented that she was
shy like a teenage girl. Now, Vasu kept watching the gently swaying of her
arse and was so thrilled that he was stroking his cock like a possessed
man. His whole body was stiff. Maybe he was about ejaculate. But he did
not want to ejaculate yet. He suddenly stopped moving his hand and said,
"Show me your mohiniattam." She glanced at him and smiled teasingly.
"Please..." "Later..." she whispered. "I'll show you later." "Naked."
"Um." Vasu could not hold himself back any longer. He lunged forward and
placed his eager hands upon her magnificent bottom. He moved his palms in
wide circles all over it, feeling its warmth, its enormity, and its
rotundity. His whole body was shaking now. With a feverish movement, he
positioned himself close behind her and, pushing one cheek of her great
bottom to the side, he brought the tip of his cock in contact with her hot
anus. "Aiyo, sar...what are you doing?" she said. He had taken her
completely by surprise. He was pushing her so hard that she was thrown
forward, and to regain her balance she caught hold of the table. But she
did not move her arse away from his cock. Clutching the edge of the table
tightly, she whispered, "Sar, idu venda...aiyo..." He had once again become
deaf to her protests, which had been gradually becoming weaker and weaker.
Standing on one knee, he twisted his wrist, moving his cock this way and
that in order to squeeze it into her arsehole. But the wall of her anus
was not seeming to budge. "Do you have oil here?" he asked now,
impatiently. She looked at him questioningly for a while, but then she
understood. There was a medium-sized bottle of coconut oil placed upon the
table. She picked it up and handed it to him. He unscrewed the cap of the
bottle and poured a large amount of the oil over his cock, spreading the
oil all over it with his free hand. He returned the bottle to her. Now he
moved a little closer to her started to poke his penis into her arse-hole
again. This time he met with only little resistance. The cock slid in
quite smoothly. In, in it went. He kept on pushing gently until it was
inside her to the hilt. I watched her face. Her eyes were shut and she
was wincing a little. A slow moan escaped her lips. His cock finally in
position, Vasu now stood behind her on both his knees and studied the
manner in which his cock was swallowed up by her anus. She
said,"Sar...please...idu venda." He did not say anything. He shut his
eyes. Maybe he was enjoying the warm, tickling sensation of the walls of
her anus tightening around his cock. "Aiyo...what are we doing..." said my
mother as if to herself. She stood with her torso leaning over the table.
And waited. The old man got ready to fuck her. He placed his palms on
both sides of her waist and started moving his pelvis back and forth. Back
and forth, back and forth. "Aiyo...uummm..." She tightened her grip on the
table and bit her lips. Back and forth, back and forth. The cot began to
creak. Back and forth, back and forth. Vasu moved slowly, but
rhythmically. From where I lay I could see his oil-stained cock slipping
in and out of her anus. His cock was probably a little more that six
inches long and with every thrust of his pelvis he was making it go all the
way in. And everytime he thrust, his loose, heavy balls would slap noisily
against her thighs. And a moan would escape her lips. Fucking her, he
whispered into her ear, "Did not your husband do this kind of thing with
you?" She remained silent for a second. Then she shook her head and said,
"No." "Why? Did not he love your chandi?" She did not reply and he
understood that she did not want to talk about her dead husband. He fell
silent and just continued to fuck her. Five minutes passed. All that time
my mother was somewhat passive partner in this business. But now suddenly
she began to feel a strange pleasure in her arse-hole. His big cock had
continuously pumped her arse-hole, and now all of a sudden she began to
enjoy the sensation of his great cock moving in and out of her hot hole. I
saw that she was clutching the table tightly and she was biting her lower
lip. She was now gently moving her arse back and forth, reciprocating his
movements. Her eyes were shut. When Vasu said something to her she did
not even hear, and he had to repeat himself. "Are you enjoying it?" he
asked. "Um" she said shyly. A little later, he asked her, "Shall we do it
everyday?" "Um," she replied, reluctantly. "When Hari has gone to school I
will come into the kitchen. And we shall do it there." "Aiyo...during the
day time?" "Why not?" He placed his palms on her shoulders for support and
quickened his movements a little. She moaned. This went on for I don't
know how long. "I am going to fuck you like this the whole night," he said
in between. She moaned in return. But after some time he suddenly slowed
down and came to a stop. He was literally bathing in sweat. He wiped his
brow with the back of his hand and announced, "I am tired." He carefully
disengaged his penis from her arse and fell down upon the cot. She too
turned around and sat down beside him. I saw her impulsively bring her
arms in front of her tits. "Sar, do you want water?" she asked in a
concerned voice. He nodded. She poured him water from the jug on the
table. He drank slowly and returned the tumbler to her. She drank too,
for the night was hot, and she was thirsty. She parted the curtains of the
small window behind them to let in some fresh air. She picked up her sari
and fanned him with an end of it. Outside, it was a full moon night. I
could see the bright moon from my cot. Somewhere far away a night-bird was
crying. Once again, Vasu's cock was deserting him. He held it and stroked
it gently, sadly. She saw what he was doing. She drew closer to him and,
looking into his eyes, she gently took his cock from him. He looked at her
and she gave him a gentle smile. He relaxed a bit. He spread his thighs
and sat back, watching her do whatever she was doing with his cock. She
held his penis with both her hands; his cock, even when not erect, was so
long that she had to use both her hands to cover it fully. Then she
started stroking it, her hands moving in a manner which suggested that she
was pulling a thick rope, or, more clearly, as if she was milking him.

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He
liked it and sat watching her do it for some time. He extended his hands
and grabbed her bulky boobs. He put his palms under them and lifted them
up, as if to weigh them. He held them cradled between his palms and teased
the nipples with his thumb. She had big nipples, which now became bigger
and erect. It seemed to excite him to watch her nipples grow erect. He
looked at her. "Do you have clips here?" he asked her. PART 8 She looked
at him incredulously. "Clips?" she asked. "Those which you use to fasten
clothes to the line for drying." "Yes," she said. She lifted the curtain
of the window from below and there on the window-sill Vasu saw lying some
clips. He picked up two. She still watched him in confusion as he brought
one clip close to her nipple. Then she knew what he had in mind. Laughing
lightly, She bent her torso sideways to avoid him. "Aiyo, sar...," she
said, "what are you doing?" "It won't hurt, Sunandini," the old man assured
her. Without saying anything more, he caught hold of her shoulder firmly
and attached one clip to her nipple. An 'Aiyo' escaped her parted lips.
"Sar...," she said, "it hurts. A little." She smiled at him and sat still,
watching, as he attached the other clip to her other nipple. Then he sat
back and studied the result. She felt a little embarrassed as she sat
there before him with the clips dangling from her nipples. White clips on
pink nipples. Somehow the clips on her nipples were bothering her, making
her feel ashamed. Wearing them and sitting in front of him was making her
feel more than naked. But the old man was very much enjoying the scene.
So thrilled was he at the sight of those clips hanging from her nipples
that his cock was once again coming to life. She noticed it. She once
again took his cock in her hands and caressed it. As she stroked him, she
would move both her hands from the hilt of his great cock to the tip, hilt
to tip, hilt to tip, gently, gently. Her milking action was so sexy to
watch that I longed to make her do the same thing to my cock. His cock, I
noticed, was not fully erect yet. "Sunandini," said Vasu, "now show me the
dance." "Now?" she asked, a little shyly. She was completely naked now and
he wanted her to do a little mohiniattam in front of him. She looked down
at his cock. Maybe, that would make it fully erect. She left his penis
and got down on the floor. I looked at her from under my forearm. My god,
what a picture she made! With not a string of clothing on her - just two
clips hanging from her nipples - she was standing in front of this old man,
and she was going to dance. But she was shy, very shy. She stood covering
her face for a moment. Then, after looking at the old man for a second,
she started to dance. She made some elaborate stances of mohiniattam with
her buttocks jutting behind her and her arms making some gentle gestures.
Her sexy tits jiggled wildly as she moved. The clips swung freely. When
she turned around, it was pure heaven to watch her lovely, round arse. For
a woman of almost forty, she moved quite gracefully, seductively. She
smiled at him invitingly and, turning her broad, well-rounded arse towards
him she gave her hips a few slow jerks. "Aaahaa..." exclaimed Vasu,
tittilated. He slowly moved and sat at the edge of the cot. She smiled
and looked at him, thursting her arse into his face. He caught hold of her
hips and dug his nose into her anus. She laughed lightly, tickled. She
quickly slid out of his grasp and, turning towards him, started shaking her
great boobs in a wild manner, at the same time, giving me a magnificient
view of her dancing chandi. The view was so sexy that I longed to sit up
on my cot and push my finger into her arse-hole, that is, if it was all
right with her. Through her dance she was playing the role of an angry
Yashoda who was scolding a very naughty boy Krishna who had just broken a
pot full of butter. She was angry, and at the same time she loved to watch
the innocent manner in which the apple of her eye was trying to put all the
blame on his playmates. The old man had watched her all the time,
mesmerised, even forgetting to stroke his cock. But now her dancing had
crossed five minutes, and I noticed that the he was getting restless. He
had never imagined that the woman when asked to dance would present an
elaborate demonstration of her long forgotten skills. She was already out
of breath, but she was continuing to dance. You could almost hear some
classical music in the background. Finally, Vasu had to ask her to stop.
She stopped and looked at him, smiling and panting wildly. It looked like
she was waiting for his comments in praise of her skills. But they did not
come and she was disappointed a little. She watched him get down on the
floor and stand close to her. "Squat down," he told her. His cock was in
his hand. It was erect, but not completely yet. She was breathing a
little heavily after her dance performance. She squatted down slowly. He
stepped forward and waved his cock in front of her eyes. Her blood quickly
rushed to her face. But she did not get up. She realized what he had in
his mind. She looked at his manhood. "Will you give it a kiss?" he asked
her. She looked at him and her face became even redder. She shook her
head. Somehow she was unable to smile anymore. "Just a small peck on this
old banana," he said. She looked at him. She knew that now he was going
to beg her to do it. Very reluctantly, she tilted back her head and placed
a small kiss on the tip of his cock. She looked at him. He was not
satisfied. She gave him another. Then she moved her head down and kissed
his balls. He moaned and touched her shoulders. This seemed to encourage
her. She grabbed his cock and gently pushed back its foreskin, exposing
the shiny head, which she licked once with her tongue, gently,
self-consciously. He cried out in pleasure. She looked up at him to watch
the expression on his face. Now she started licking him all over, wetting
his cock completely with her spit. Vasu looked heavenwards and muttered
some vague things. She licked greedily, her head bobbing up and down
gently with the movements of her tongue. She stopped licking his cock and
looked up at him as she held it in her hand. His cock was now hard like an
iron rod. It was a long time since she had felt in her hand an erect cock,
or any manner of cock for that matter, and she felt thrilled. She looked
at it and wondered about the power that was stored in it. She could feel
it, as if it was an electric current running through a wire. She looked
into his eyes as she started stroking his cock vigorously. Then, holding
his manhood with both her hands, she parted her lips and slowly started
taking it into her mouth. Vasu suddenly felt weak at his knees and he
clutched at her shoulders for support. She could not take his cock in to
the hilt. It was simply too large for that. But she took in as much of it
that she comfortably could, then, tossing back her head, she slowly let it
slide out of her mouth, but not completely. Throwing her head forward, she
once again let his cock glide into her mouth. This process went on for a
while, her head bobbing up and down gently all the time. Then the old man
decided to take it over from her. He asked her to raise her arms. He
caught hold of her wrists and lifted them up, making her hold her arms
straight up. Clutching her wrists tightly for support and also for
controlling the position of her head, he started moving his pelvis back and
forth, back and forth. She kept her head steady and let him gently fuck
her mouth. Back and forth, back and forth. He went on like this for I
don't how long. It seemed like this night was never going to end. "Ah!"
moaned the old man. He was liking it, the sensation of her warm lips
around his cock. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the tickling
sensation of her lips rubbing against his large cock and how, inside her
mouth, her restless tongue was continuously playing with his manhood. The
whole universe must have gone blank for him. The whole universe, except
for his cock and her mouth. His cock and her mouth. Oh, how he was
massaging his cock with her lips. She too shut her eyes and let him fuck
her mouth. Seeing that both of them had shut their eyes, I shifted my
forearm to the side to have a better view at the things. My god! What a
sight! What a fuck! It lasted a good five minutes. Or more. "Madi,
Sunandini," he said finally. He gently withdrew his cock from her mouth.
He was tired. He sat down on the cot. She too stood up, her weighty tits
swinging, the clips attached to her nipples still intact. He looked at her
tiredly. He said slowly, "I want to see your chandi again." She looked at
him, that teasing smile returning to her lips. She started to turn around.
"No," he told her, "come on the cot." So she climbed upon the cot. "Stand
on all fours," Vasu instructed her . She gave him a knowing look. Then
she first turned her back to him. Eying him with the corner of her eye,
she touched the clips and asked, "Shall I remove these?" "No, let them be."
Then, placing her ankles on both sides of the old man, she slowly raised
herself on all fours. This brought her large, well-rounded chandi close to
his face, so close that he could probably feel its warmth on his cheeks.
He placed his palms on her arse and looked at her.

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Her big, pendulous tits
were hanging down and looked like balloons, the clips attached to the
nipples almost touching the cot. "Fold your arms and lower your
shoulders," he instructed her. "I want your arse up. Just your arse." She
turned her head to glance at him once and smiled. She gently lowered her
torso by shifting her weight to her elbows and rested her head upon her
forearms. Now her arse stood higher than her shoulders, and the rest of
her. Not content, Vasu asked her to lift her buttocks higher. She did.
"Higher," he said to her, "you can make it go still higher." My mother took
in a deep breath. Then, straining as much as that she could, she lifted
her arse up and up, and still up, her supple backbone making a very steep
curve to her shoulders. Now her chandi was really high up in the air, My
god! It looked so very sexy, her jackfruit-sized arse standing so tall and
slowly swaying from side to side. Vasu once again placed his palms upon
her arse and stroked it lovingly. Then suddenly he slapped one of the
cheeks so hard that she cried out. He liked it. He slapped her arse
again. And again. Noisily. She lifted her head and looked at him. She
gently warned him that he was making a lot of noise. She glanced in my
direction. She asked him to slap lightly. But Vasu would not listen. He
kept on slapping her hard. He would slap one cheek with one hand, and then
the other cheek with the other hand. His arms moved in wide circles in the
air so that the slaps fell hard and noisily. "Aiyo, sar," she said, "don't
make so much noise." He went on slapping her. The enormous cheeks of her
arse grew red. She grew quite. She pressed her forehead against her arms,
her disheveled hair covering her face completely, and silently bore the
slapping. But I had a feeling that she was actually enjoying it. Every
time he slapped her, a moan would escape her, a moan that suggested more
pleasure than pain. His deliveries were so hard now that once or twice she
lost her precarious balance and almost fell on the cot. With every slap
her arse was thrown sideways. It was so sexy to see her ample buttocks
thrown this way and that. Finally, fearing that I would wake up anytime
now, she tilted her head to glance at him and said, "Aiyo, madi sar.
Enough...you are hurting me." Vasu stopped. He was perspiring heavily. He
looked in my direction. Then he grabbed her bottom at both sides and
gently wiped the sweat on his face upon the twin, well-rounded cheeks.
Then he sat back and looked at her buttocks admiringly for some time. He
caressed her arse with his fingers, tickling her. She laughed and slowly
swayed her magnificent behind from side to side. He was thrilled.
"Suanandini, come to my room tomorrow, after the boy has gone to school,"
he said. "I want to slap your arse like this with my chappal." "Aiyo...adu
venda, sar." "I won't hurt you...much." After that, he stood upon the cot.
He planted his feet on both sides of her. Catching hold of his cock, he
slowly poked it into her arse-hole. From where I lay I could clearly see
it disappearing into her anus. When her anus had swallowed all of his
cock, he said, "How do you feel now?" "I feel like I will burst," she
replied. "Did you like me cock?" "Yes...it is big." "You like big cocks?"
"Um." He started moving his pelvis now, fucking her. He placed one hand on
the window sill for balance and, after taking a deep breath, he started
pumping her arse quite energetically, which seemed quite surprising for his
age. The cot creaked complainingly, but the old man kept on moving, his
whole body bathed in sweat. My god, how he was fucking her! Vasu was a
real stallion. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The old man's luck. His pelvis was
moving like a machine. Up and down, up and down, his iron erection darting
in and out of her anus like a snake's toungue. After a while, he slowed
down and stopped suddenly. He withdrew his cock. My mother turned her
head to look at him. "I need oil again," he told her. She promptly handed
him the small bottle of coconut oil kept on the table. He quickly applied
oil on his large, pulsating cock. Then he parted one of the cheeks of her
arse and poured the oil into her anus. He thumped the flat of his palm
upon her arse-hole a number of times to make the oil go deeper and deeper.
Then he returned the bottle to her and gently reattached his cock to her
arse-hole. He tested the friction upon his cock by moving his pelvis
violently a couple of times. Satisfied, he gave her big, sweat-stained
arse a couple of loud slaps and started fucking her again. She moaned,
thrilled at his amazing strength and energy, and the enormous size of his
cock which was filling her arse-hole so completely. Her face was hidden
from me by her upper arm and long hair, but I could see that she was
thrilled, from the way she was moaning and clutching at the bed-cover, from
the way she was stiffening her toes and leg muscles. He was now fucking
her like a stallion. The cot was creaking so wildly that it seemed like it
would give away anytime. My mother was again and again gently telling him
to slow down and not to make so much noise. Fuck, fuck went Vasu. Creak,
creak went cot. Now it had become quite a noisy affair. "Sar, someone is
knocking at the door," whispered my mother suddenly. PART 9 The old man
stopped moving. Totally drenched in sweat, and very tired, he gazed
towards the door and listened. For a moment I thought that it was all my
mother's imagination. But then I heard it too. A light rapping on the
door. It was probably Parvathiamma. Had she come to see about how things
were going? Or had she come to tell her husband to return to his room,
that it was enough for one night? His great cock still sticking out of her
arse-hole, my mother turned her head and looked at Vasu. He slowly
disengaged himself from her and plopped down upon the cot. He seemed to be
out of breath. The knocking came again. "Who is it?" the old man asked
tiredly. "It is me," came the reply. "Raghu..." Panic and guilt suddenly
filled my mother's face. She got down from the cot and hurriedly picked up
her petticoat from the floor, her big tits dancing with her actions. She
put it on, constantly eying towards the door, as if she feared that it
would burst open anytime. She picked up her sari and started winding it
around her hips. I had no idea that a woman could put on a sari so
quickly. All this time, the old man had not moved from his place. He now
said,"Sunandini, you don't need to panic." "Sar, it is Raghu!" she
whispered to him, as if she thought that he had failed to hear what the
caller had spoken a moment ago. "Yes, I know. I had asked him to come."
She looked at him now, very much puzzled. "Go and open the door," he told
her calmly. She did not move and just stared at him. He slowly put on his
mundu. My mother stood totally dumbstruck as he went up to the door to
open it. Her mind was clearly in a whirlwind. And so was mine. She
opened her mouth to speak to him, but the words did not come. She wanted
to stop him, but she knew that she never would be able to. She did not
know what to do. She looked like she was cornered. She had yet to put on
her blouse. She quickly covered herself as best as she could with her
sari. She moved closer to my cot and stood with her back to the door. She
was sweating heavily, and this time it was not from fucking. My heart was
beating like a brass drum. I was perplexed and I was thrilled by the
sudden turn of events. Raghu stepped in undecidedly when the old man
opened the door. "Why are you so late?" the latter asked. Raghu just
mumbled something. "I had asked you to be here at nine. How did you get
in?" "I climbed over the wall." Vasu was not amused. He did not like
people jumping over his compound wall at this time of the night. But he
let it pass. Raghu looked at my mother. He and the old man exchanged
knowing glances. A lusty smile began to form in the formers face. "Speak
in low tones," warned the old man. "We don't want to wake up the boy."
Raghu now looked at me. But then his gaze again returned to my mother. He
was looking at her in a very dirty manner. I had never seen him eye her
like that. Although, once or twice, I had caught him looking at her in an
odd manner when her back was turned. He was about thirty-five and was a
giant of a man, his body dark as coal. "Raghu, sit down," said Vasu, as if
he was playing the host. Though he showed a little reluctance, Raghu sat
down. Perhaps he was thinking that in this business he was an equal - or,
probably, more than equal - to his master. He was wearing a shirt and a
lungi. Maybe he was slightly drunk too. The old man now turned to my
mother. "Sunandini..." he called her name softly. She stiffened, but did
not move from her place. The old man winked at Raghu. All of a sudden, my
mother whirled around and, partially covering her face with her sari,
started to rush out of the room. "Raghu, stop her...!" Vasu cried out.
Raghu jumped upon his feet and easily stopped her by throwing his big arms
around her waist. She struggled with him. The old man quickly slipped
past them and shut the door. Then he turned around and stood watching the
tussle between my mother and Raqhu. If Vasu was strong for her, Raghu was
even stronger. Locked within his arms, she could barely move her body.
She struggled weakly. And all the time, she hardly opened her mouth.

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I
noted that how, when she was in a similar situation with Vasu some moments
ago, she had cried and begged. But now she made no sounds. My heart
beating wildly, I watched Raghu lift my mother up bodily. Then she must
have pushed with her legs, for he lost his balance and fell upon the cot,
and he over him. But he never loosened his grip on her. He quickly
regained his balance and came to a sitting position, and she found herself
seated on his lap. She quickly tried to get up. But that was impossible.
Raghu's was a vice-like grip. She tried in vain to push his great arms off
her body. The sari which she had so hurriedly wrapped around her shoulders
had come undone and both her lovely coconuts were now fully exposed. Vasu
now came excitedly and sat down beside Raghu. "Make her sit between us,"
the old man said. Raghu obediently loosened his grip on her body lightly
and pushed her to the side, so that she sild and found herself sitting
sandwiched between the two men. She tried to stand up again, but Raghu
quickly placed an arm over her shoulder. She tried to gather her sari
around her, but she could not as she was sitting on it. So she crossed her
forearms over her enormous, well-rounded tits and became still, realising
finally that fighting was futile. There was no way out of this situation.
Was she crying again? No, her eyes were dry. But the expression on her
face told me that she was not liking it one bit. There was a little anger
too in her eyes. "Where were you running, Sunandini?" Vasu asked her,
pushing her hair off the side of her face - for her long, straight tresses
had come loose - and stroking her cheek with his fingers. "We won't hurt
you, we promise" the old man assured her. "What is this?" exclaimed Raghu,
laughing and pointing at the clip stuck to one nipple which he could see.
Though she was trying her best to cover her boobs, it was not possible to
completely hide anything so large with one's arms. Vasu did not say
anything. One of the clips had fallen off and it was lying on the floor.
The old man retrieved it. He gently tugged at her hand to uncover her
bosom, but she would not budge. "Sar, Hari will wake up..." my mother
spoke now for the fist time since Raghu made his entry, "...if he sees..."
Her voice was hushed, as if she did not want Raghu to hear her. "He is
fast asleep, woman," said the old man. "Besides, we will all be very
quiet. Won't we, Raghu?" Raghu nodded, gulping. Yes, it was true that he
had lusted for this woman. He called her "chechi", but when her back was
turned he would ogle at her body. It was impossible not to ogle at her
body. How could anyone ignore something so sensual? Once when he went to
the well to wash his hands and feet after his work, he found her bathing.
She was just in her petticoat, worn around her bosom. She was all wet. He
remembered how her only piece of clothing stuck to her body and showed the
various curves. She had seen him and he had quickly withdrawn. I had
witnessed this little episode, because I was with him at that time. I was
going to the well too, and I had been fairly embarrassed when we saw my
mother in that condition. And now, Raghu was dying to see her uncover her
tits. His wish was fulfilled a moment later when my mother much
reluctantly let the old man lower her forearm and show one bare tit. Big
and round. I was not seeing it for the first time tonight, but I again
marvelled at its rotund shape. I don't know how her boobs had retained
their round shape, seeing that they were so big and she was a woman of
almost forty. As both men eyed at her greedily, she turned her head and
looked away from Raghu. Somehow, Raghu's presence was very much
embarrassing her. Raghu watched in amazement as Vasu re-attached the clip
to her nipple. She sucked in air through her teeth to show that it hurt
her. Then the old man made my mother lower her other arm, too, so that now
both her oversized tits were uncovered for the men to feast their eyes
upon. They kept looking at her, as if they were looking at a great piece of
work. I watched my mother shut her eyes tight. She seemed like she was
wishing that she were somewhere else. The old man looked at Raghu.
"Raghu, " he said, "don't you want to touch her?" Raghu laughed as if he
was tickled. He looked at Vasu, who nodded with a smile. The young man
reluctantly placed his palm on her belly. He liked her belly. It often
showed through her sari when she was working. My mother stiffened visible
at Raghu's touch. A gasp escaped her lips. His palm began to caress her
pebble-smooth belly. I watched as blood rushed up to his face which was
filled with excitement and lust. He moved his palm slowly, exploring the
lovely curves of her flank. As for me, it was one big sexy sight, my
mother sitting sandwiched between the two men, her abnormally large boobs
hanging down, clips fitted to her jutting nipples. "Sar..." breathed my
mother, "...it is very late now. Let us do it tomorrow." Vasu just
laughed, as if she had cracked a joke. "Please, sar, what will Hari think
if he sees...?" "Hari is fast asleep." "If he wakes up..." "If he wakes
up," said Vasu, "he can join us." Both the men laughed at this. My heart
beat wildly when I heard this. I shut my eyes and did not even breath. I
opened them only when silence had prevailed in the room for about a minute.
I saw that Raghu's middle finger was moving in circles around my mother's
navel. He now put his finger into her navel and continued to move it in a
circular motion. Maybe she was tickled. She pushed his hand away. Vasu
touched her boobs. They were so large that his big palm covered not even
half of one tit. He removed one clip from a nipple. He held the nipple
between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it so hard that an "Aiyo"
escaped her lips. Then he bent his torso and took the nipple into his
lips. Thus holding the nipple, he let his tongue play with it for a while.
Then he started sucking it. Raghu watched him in amusement. He decided to
play with the tit on his side. He removed the clip from the nipple. He
did it roughly, yanking the clip off, so that she cried out in pain and
clutched at her tit with both her palms. He tugged at her palms and slowly
uncovered his tit, that is, the one on his side. He looked at it and
gulped. He gently placed his palm on the tit and started squeezing it,
gently at first, and then a little roughly. She tried weakly to push his
hand away, but he kept on squeezing her. He drew closer to her and dug his
teeth on her bare shoulder, making her cry out in pain. Where he bit her
he left the deep imprints of his teeth. His passion was rising, and he bit
her again. "Aiyo...!" she cried out and she jerked her shoulder away from
him. She now looked at him for the first time. She had an attractive,
sexy face, and Raghu looked at it as if mesmerised. She watched the
expression in his eyes and it seemed to relax her a bit. Maybe she had no
idea that he lusted for her body so much. It was raw lust that she saw in
his eyes. He did not give her time to read more. He put his arm around
her shoulder from behind her and, drawing her to him, he planted a kiss on
her cheek. She turned her face away from him, as if she was repulsed. He
started kissing her ear, her neck... Vasu now left her nipple and, seeing
her face turned toward him, glued his lips to hers. She did not return his
kiss, but she did not move her face away either. The old man kissed her on
the lips about twenty times, all wet, noisy kisses. Raghu's hand now moved
on to the other tit, the one Vasu had been sucking at, as if to see if it
was any different from the tit that at present belonged to him. Now he
started kneading both tits, one after the other, his strong palms squeezing
her rubbery flesh into all possible shapes. He was hurting her and she
touched his hand to let him know that. The old man was now kissing her
cheek, and chin...he was showering kisses all over her face. Raghu joined
him. And the two men started kissing my mother's sexy face almost as if
they were competing with each other. She shut her eyes and sat still.
There was nothing that she could do. In between, both the men liked to
bite her fat lower lip. And I watched as Raghu forced his tongue into her
mouth, making her suck it. She sucked it slowly, reluctantly. He threw
both his arms around her possessively and planted several noisy kisses on
her sexy lips. Vasu paused to watch. He leaned back a little so as to
have a better view of my mother and Raghu. He liked the way he was kissing
her, planting each kiss with such force that he almost hurt her. She kept
on trying to free herself from his grip, but his arms were very strong. He
went on kissing her, all over her face, her neck, her shoulders... he
spared nothing. Then he pulled back his arms and looked at her colossal
tits. He pressed his strong palms on the sides of the tits and tugged at
them so roughly that she winced. She was forced to turn her torso
completely towards him. He lifted her great boobs up and stuck one nipple
into his mouth. She watched him suck it greedily. Vasu now took hold of
her other tit, literally snatching it from Raghu. He pulled at it, making
her turn her torso slightly towards him. He started sucking the nipple.
Both men were holding each tit of her with both their hands and pulling it
towards them, so that now her nipples were pointing in a sideways
direction. After sucking her tits to their hearts content, the men began
kissing her face again.

[jay]

She had a sexy face, my mother did, and that is
why both men liked to kiss it so much. They were kissing her and at the
same time their hands were working on her tits. Vasu started shaking her
tits. Raghu followed suit. Of the two men, Raghu's passion was amazing.
His face was already very red, because all his blood seemed to be in his
face now. He was kissing her like a maniac. In between, he dug his teeth
into her fleshy cheek and bit her so hard that she cried out loudly.
"Sshhh..." Vasu warned her, pointing his finger towards me. Now, both the
men once again returned to her tits. They got down on the floor and,
kneeling in front of her, started sucking her nipples again. She glanced
down at them and shut her eyes. They sucked noisily. Raghu's right hand
gently stroked her flabby waist. The old man would again and again stop
sucking for a few seconds and let his tongue play with her erect nipple,
his tongue moving so fast that it tickled her greatly. As both of them
made loud sucking noises, they looked at each other and winked. They were
sucking so hard that my mother seemed to gently lift her pelvis as she
moan. She touched the sides of her great boobs and shut her eyes.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh...." she moaned, loud enough for the whole nieghbourhood to
hear. She opened her eyes and looked heavenwards. Even as I watched, she
gently lifted her heavy boobs up with her palms, to give the men a more
comfortable position to suck. The men were quite thrilled by the way she
had suddenly started co-operating with them, and they sucked with greater
lust and vigour. She was biting her lower lip, as if to muffle her moans,
but the moans would inadverntly come. And the way she was biting her lip
was in itself very sexy. She had done this when Vasu was playing with her,
too. She would bite one side of her fat lower lip and then push it out
gently. She sat there, her eyes shut, holding her oversized tits, regaling
at the pleasure the men were giving her by their sucking. When she moaned,
her whole body would shiver. "Ummmm...." she moaned and, throwing her head
back, thrust her great boobs towards the men. The pleasure they were
giving her was too much for her and it was making her dizzy. For a moment,
it seemed like she was going to fall off the cot. She let go her tits and
clutched at the shoulders of the two men for support. As she did so, her
heavy boobs were suspended and the nipples slithered out of the grip of the
two men. The men bent their torso further down to take her nipples back
into their hungry mouths. They continued sucking. After sucking her
nipple for almost ten minutes, the old man stood up. Raghu, finding it
improper to continue the task when his master had already finished, stood
up, too. My mother opened her eyes and looked at the two men. Vasu was
undoing his mundu. He let it drop on the floor. Stark naked now, he
grabbed his erect manhood and waved it in front of her face. She looked
away. She turned her face away from Raghu, as if she was still embarrassed
by his presence. Taking his master's example, Raghu too took off all his
clothes, first his shirt and then his lungi. Oh my god! His cock was one
big organ, as big as a donkey's. It was not fully erect yet, but it looked
immense. As I said earlier, Raghu's body was very dark, and his cock and
buttocks were even darker, literally black in colour. My mother did not
lift her eyes to look at his penis. But I think she saw it through the
corner of her eyes. Vasu stepped forward and slapped his cock upon her
cheek. She tilted her torso backward and glanced at him. He smiled at
her. She was unable to return his smile. She quickly returned her gaze to
the floor, where she had been staring all the time. Vasu now slapped her
cheek again with his large cock. Raghu followed suit. He hit her on the
other cheek with his heavy organ and I saw that her head was literally
thrown sideways by the impact. She did not look at him. She silently let
him hit her again. And again, and again.. Thump, thump, thump...he hit
quite violently, jerking his hips sideways for maximum impact. Vasu now
brought the tip of his cock in contact with her lips. She moved her face
away from his cock. He laughed. "Why are you shying away now?" he asked
her. "Come on, give us both a kiss." She shook her head. "Then we will
continue to hit you," said Vasu. He slapped her with his cock again.
Raghu did the same. "Come on, let us sit down," said Vasu after some time.
The two men sat down on either side of her. They sat close to her, their
shoulders pressing against hers, their cocks standing up in the air. Raghu
kissed the soft skin of her shoulder and looked at her. She kept her eyes
fixed on the floor. Vasu kissed her on the cheek. "Isn't she a beautiful
woman?" he said. The younger man nodded. Together, the two men sat
admiring the beauty of her face for a while. Then the old man said,
"Sunandini, take our cocks in your hand." Raghu laughed excitedly. She sat
still. She leaned forward slightly, clutching her huge tits in her fleshy
arms as if she was hiding some treasure. Vasu suddenly grabbed her wrist
and pulled her hand down to his manhood. She tried to jerk her hand away,
but he held it tightly. Looking at this scene, Raghu too caught hold of
her hand and brought it down to his towering erection. Now she struggled
with the two men, trying her best to pull her hands free from their grip.
But they were simply too strong for her. The men used both their hands and
finally made my mother circle her fingers around their hardened cocks. She
sat there, defeated and humiliated, her long, straight hair in a mess,
holding their manhoods in her hands. When they slowly released her hands
she did not pull away her hands from their cocks. Perhaps she understood
that there was no other way. Suddenly I noticed that she was crying.
Tears were trickling down her pebble-smooth cheeks. And, as she cried, she
began to slowly stroke their cocks. She did it clumsily, maybe because she
was doing it with both her hands. She moved her hands slowly,
simultaneously, unwillingly. Her tears trickled down and fell on her
fantastic boobs. The men completely ignored her tears. Perhaps, for them,
her crying only increased her sensuality. They just watched her hands move
up and down gently. She held their cocks just tight enough for their
foreskins to be pulled back and returned. The shiny tips of their great
cocks appeared and disappeared under the dull glow of the overhanging naked
bulb. Her tears kept rolling down, but she did no stop the movements of
her hands. Now she made crying noises too. She shut her eyes, squeezing
the tears out, which rolled down and kept wetting her enormous boobs. I
noticed her tears trickle down her nipples, drop by drop. Raghu pinched
her nipple, the pain making her suck air in through her teeth noisily.
"Raghu," said the old man all of a sudden, "take that bottle of coconut oil
from that table. Let her put some oil on our cocks." Raghu stretched his
arm and picked up the bottle. He unscrewed its cap and positioned the
bottle above my mother's hand. Reluctantly, she left his cock and upturned
her palm. He carefully poured a large measure of oil into it. She slowly
rubbed her palms together, spreading the coconut oil evenly on both
surfaces, and she gently started applying the oil all over both the men's
cocks. They moaned with pleasure as her hands travelled up and down the
length of their manhood. Then she resumed stroking. Vasu now stretched
out his hand, making a cup of his palm. He gently winked at the younger
man, who smiled knowingly and poured some coconut oil into the formers
hand. The old man slapped the oil on to my mother's tit and started
spreading it all over its smooth surface with circular movements of his
palm. Immediately, Raghu followed suit. He took some oil into his palm
and applied it on her tit. Then he poured out some more oil and rubbed it
all over her bare back. Vasu took some more oil from him and applied it on
her belly and again on her tit. Raghu upturned the bottle, emptying almost
half of its content into his cupped palm. After returning the bottle to
the table, he gently administered all that oil on both her jumbo boobs.
Now both men worked on her heavy tits with their palms, rubbing her,
kneading her, running their palms in circles, running their palms
vertically, running their palms horizontally, squeezing her, and even
slapping her. And when they were finished, the skin of her amazing,
well-rounded tits glistened as if it was polished. The area around her
nipples seemed like mirrors and I am sure that you could see your faces in
them if you scrutinised closely. Their hands did not stop at her tits.
They continued to massage her back and waist and pebble-smooth belly. And,
all this while, her hands kept stroking their cocks, slowly and steadily.
The younger man, placing his right hand on her back, started giving her
belly an elaborate massage with the flat of his other palm. He loved her
belly. She had a somewhat large belly, a portion of which was continuously
visible when she moved around the house with her work. If the edge of her
sari shifted from its position just a little, her lovely navel would come
to view. Whenever Raghu came to the house, he would simply long for a
glimpse of her navel. Often, when he got the chance of stealing glances at
her sexy navel, she would catch him in the action. The expression on her
face would tell him that she was aware of where he was looking. His heart
would beat faster, as his eyes would search her face and eyes for some kind
response. But she would always turn her eyes away, and she would gently
pull at her sari to cover her belly properly.