For MATURE lovers

[jay]

Raghu had already
removed the cap of the bottle. Now he stepped forward with a broad grin on
his face and, raising his hand, he slowly upturned the bottle above my
mother's huge buttocks, moving his hand in a circle as he did so, allowing
the coconut oil to fall all over her. Then, quickly putting the empty
bottle on the table, he started spreading the oil all over the two massive
cheeks before the oil flowed down her fat thighs. The part of her body she
was keeping raised swayed as he used a lot of pressure to rub the oil
evenly with his palms. He moved his palms continuously in great circles on
both the cheeks, massaging her, making her arse warm. She tried to remain
as still as possible, hiding her face in her forearms. She kept quiet.
Vasu now suddenly sat down on a corner of the cot and watched the whole
scene passively. He kept stroking his erect cock slowly. The younger man
kept moving his palms in circles on her arse. I could hear the sound of
skin rubbing against skin as his hands moved. In between, he would let his
hands glide down to the small of her back and her lovely waist. Then,
grinning at the old man, he gave her arse a loud slap. Her arse thrown to
one side, she almost losing her balance, and then it slowly returned to its
original position. He slapped her again, this time with his other hand.
Now her arse leaned towards the other side. He went on slapping her in
this manner. He had large hands and he was slapping her quite ruthlessly,
his hands flying in the air in wide circles. Slap. Slap. Vasu kept
looking at her quickly reddening arse and at her face. He could not see
her face, though, because she was keeping it pressed against her forearms.
She bore Raghu's slapping silently. Now Raghu got ready to fuck her
arse-hole. Moving close to her, he brought the tip of his large cock in
contact with the opening of her anus. She stiffened, and for a second it
seemed like she wanted to protest. But she remained silent, and still.
Gently moving his cock to this side and that with his hand, he started
poking it into her anus. He had applied some oil on his penis, too, but
his manhood was bigger than Vasu's. So, he was having to push his way
through. The head of his cock was now in. Raghu now left his penis and
grabbed her hips with both his hands. He pushed. She suddenly sucked in
air through her teeth. "Aiyo...Raghu..." she said. He thrust his pelvis
forward, slowly but steadily, and did not stop until his large cock was not
inside her to the hilt. "Ra..ghuuuu...aiyo...aaaahhhhhhhhh..." It was such
a sexy moan that both the men looked towards her face, though they could
not see it. The younger man waited. He was completely inside her now.
And he was finding it hard to believe. Oh, how much he had lusted for her
broad, well-rounded arse. If ever her back was turned towards him, his
eyes would glue themselves on her arse. It was big and its rotundity was
always visible through her sari. And, when she moved, he could so clearly
make out the jiggling of each plump cheek. Once, when he was picking up
chopped-up fire-wood in the backyard of the house and she was helping him
there, her arse had come so close to his face that he could feel its
warmth, and he had almost stretched out his hand and pinched it. He had
actually moved his hand to do it, but then he had checked himself. She had
been talking to him and had suddenly turned her eyes to look at him him and
had caught him staring at her lovely behind. She had quickly straightened
and moved away. Now, Raghu stroked her fleshy hips lovingly. He shut his
eyes and for a while he concentrated on how the walls of her anus were
tightening around his hard cock. Vasu was loving it all. He was about to
witness a scene of arse-fucking. His lovely sex-goddess was about to be
arse-fucked by a dirty, dark fellow. As Raghu stood still, my mother
lifted her head and glanced at him through the corner of her eye. She
could feel the power and hardness of his erect cock all the way up to her
throat. The man saw her looking up at him. He smiled. He gently leaned
his torso forward and gathered her long, straight hair in his hands. Then,
clutching the end of her beautiful locks with one hand, he placed his other
hand on her hip and started moving his pelvis. My mother pressed her
forehead against her forearms; I could see her nose and her lips now from
where I lay. As he started fucking her arse-hole, she gathered her lower
lip between her teeth and made short moaning sounds. Raghu suddenly tugged
at her hair and she was forced to tilt her head back; her nose and her lips
disappeared from my view. Raghu had started slowly, moving his pelvis
almost like a sloth. But now his movements were catching speed and his
rhythm was getting steadier. His large testicles were slapping against her
wet cunt, and I think that she was liking it. He increased his speed. She
began to moan louder. She would moan every time his pelvis leapt towards
her and his balls went "thump" on her juicy cunt. Vasu was not even
blinking. He was slowly stroking his cock which was now erect like never
before. He was again and looking at her face, which he could see now,
since Raghu was pulling her hair and she had to keep her head raised. He
watched her clutch her pillow tightly, her eyes shut, her toes and lower
leg muscles stiffened, loud moans escaping her parted lips. She was loving
it now. He could tell by the manner in which she was moaning and biting
her fat lower lip. Vasu sat and watched the fucking couple for about ten
minutes. Then he got up. "Raghu, can you climb upon the cot?" he asked.
Raghu stopped and looked at him as if he was waking from a dream. "What,
sar?" he said. He was totally drenched in sweat. "Climb upon the cot,"
the old man said. "I want to join you." Raghu started to disengage himself
from my mother. "No, no," said Vasu, "don't take it out. There must be
room in there for both of us." The younger man understood. He grinned at
the old man. I saw my mother looking at the two men through the corner of
her eye. Raghu carefully lifted his leg and climbed upon the cot. He kept
his knees bent, so as not to disturb the position of his pulsating cock.
The window was directly above my mother's head. He left her hair and
caught hold of the window-bars with both his hands for support. Vasu now
positioned himself behind her. He looked at her large anus into which
Raghu's great cock was disappearing. Her arse-hole looked packed. But he
believed that the elastic walls of her anus could accommodate one more
cock. If it was otherwise, they would see. He held his erect penis and
rubbed its tip against the lovely cheeks of her huge buttocks. He tickled
her cunt with it. Her cunt was dripping wet and looked very hungry. It
looked as if it was all ready to swallow his cock. But, right now, the old
man was more interested in her arse-hole. His cock found the lower portion
of the opening of her anus. Maneuvering with his hand, he tested the
elasticity of the opening. From where I lay, I could make out no opening
at all; it was already occupied by a large, black banana. Vasu pushed and,
to my amazement, I saw a portion of the head of his erect penis disappear
into the tiny, dark space between Raghu's cock and my mother's anus' lower
wall. "Aiyo!" said my mother, "idu venda...sar...aiyo..." The men paid no
attention to her. For them, she was now just a hole. Vasu pushed with his
hands and kept on finding room for his big cock.
"Aiyoooooo...ohhhhhh...aiyo.......!." my mother groaned. She wanted to get
up, but Raghu was directly above her now. A lot of his weight was falling
on her body and it was keeping her pinned down. Vasu went in further into
her and she gave out such a sharp cry that the old man had to slap her on
her arse to keep her quiet. Now, almost half his cock was inside her anus.
Raghu bent down his head to see how things were moving. Vasu left his
penis and started pushing with his pelvis. And, with my mother producing
her longest moan till now, the old man shoved his cock all the way into her
already occupied anus. All the way. To the hilt. Now her arse-hole was
going to be fucked by not one, but by two cocks, together. She held her
pillow in a tight grip as Vasu took in a deep breath. He was bathed in
sweat. All three of them were wet with perspiration. The night was very
silent. What time was it? I wondered. Outside, a cool breeze was blowing
and some of it was coming in through the open window. "Sar...idu venda..."
my mother begged. "It hurts...aiyo...please...!" First, the old man
started to move. He moved clumsily, because though he was moving his
pelvis, his cock was stuck and stationery. Then, Raghu started moving.
"Aaaaahhhh...stop it...please..idu venda...aiyo..." Vasu slapped her
buttocks. "Shut up," he said. "Do you want your son to wake up and see
you like this?" She bit her lips, muffling her moans. The two men soon
built a rhythm. Maybe, the walls of her arse-hole were now yielding and
the gang of cocks was finally finding space to move. She, too, was now
realising that it was better to let the men have their way. Her body was
visibly relaxing. And, as she relaxed, the men found more and more room
for their business. Above all, the coconut oil which the men had used so
liberally was now coming to good and proper use. So, after a while, it was
all a very smooth affair. I was enjoying it. The men were loving it. And
she was beginning to relish it too. She had grown quiet. Her moans, which
came occasionally, suggested only pleasure. A deep pleasure. Outside, the
night-bird gave a loud call and flew away. It went on calling in the far
distance. And then its voice faded away.

[naik]

nice story