For MATURE lovers

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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.

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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.

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In his wild fantasies he
would imagine her to smile at him invitingly and let him ogle at her navel
all that he wanted to. He now looked at his palm moving in all directions
over her beautiful belly, giving her a tight massage, and he smiled
greedily. Looking straight into her eyes, he dug his middle finger into
her navel and let it stay there. For the first time, he thought he caught
a flicker of the fire of passion burning in her heart. But she looked away
quickly. He rubbed his palms on her face, and he was so overcome with
passion that kissed her lips noisily. He moaned and, suddenly, he climbed
upon his feet. He grasped her hair from behind and pressed the tip of his
big cock to her lips. He shoved hard, but she would not budge. The next
moment, she gave Raghu a great push and jumped upon on her feet. She
started to head for the door. But Raghu caught her easily. But, since
there was oil all over her torso, she slithered out of his grip and ran for
the door. But the younger man lunged forward wildly and threw his arms
around her. He lifted her up, her massive boobs heaving, and planted her
feet in front of the old man. PART 10 Raghu grasped her arms and pinned
them to her back. "Please...let me go..." she cried, trying to pull her
arms free. She turned her head and glanced at me. And for a while I
thought she was going to call out for my help. "Not until we are
finished," said the old man. With her arms twisted and held tightly behind
her, he watched her how her enormous boobs hung in front of her, swinging
from side to side with the movements of her body. He slowly placed his
palms on her tits. "What mulakal!" he said. "how did you make them so
large, Sunandini?" "Somebody must be squeezing them every night," Raghu
said and laughed. "Who plays with your mulakal, Sunandini? Tell us."
"Hari does..." Raghu laughed again. The old man laughed too. "I don't
know," he said, "they sleep in the same room. And she has not known a man
for a long time now." He kept on squeezing her tits. Hard. His strong
fingers moved like worms in a can. "I am sure she makes the boy fuck her,"
said Raghu after some time. "Does she?" Vasu pinched her nipples. "This
boy has a dirty mind, sar. He likes to talk with me about women." "Aha?"
The old man caught hold of her large tits from the sides and started
shaking them from side to side. He said, "I have myself caught him peeping
at his mother while she is taking bath." "Is that so? This boy is a real
mother-fucker." It was true. I mean, what Vasu had said was true. I had
developed the habit of peeping at my mother from the window of our room
whenever she was bathing or washing clothes at the well in the back-yard. I
would sit by the window, on her cot, with the pretext of reading a book.
And I would lift a corner of the curtain and peep at her. If she was
washing clothes she would be bent over a large stone used for beating the
wet cloth. And I would ogle at the exposed cleavage of her huge boobs. If
she was bathing, she would have her petticoat wound around her bosom, and a
large portion of her thighs would be bare. One day Vasu suddenly barged
into our room and caught me red-handed. He did not say anything, but I
understood that he was well-aware of what I had been doing. "Tell us,
woman," the old man said, "do you make the boy fuck you at night? Tell us.
We will not tell anybody. Promise." Now, holding her arms with one hand,
Raghu used his other hand to tug at her sari. Since she had not wound it
properly, it came off quite easily. He dropped it on the floor. Then he
carefully undid the knot on the string of her petticoat It went down like a
falling curtain. And there stood my mother, with not a thread of clothing
on her, in the arms of Raghu. Vasu bent his knees so that his face came in
level with her tits. He now bit her nipple so hard that she cried out. He
kept on playing with her tits for some time. "Let us lift her up and put
her on the cot," he said a little later. Raghu smiled. Vasu bent down and
caught hold of her legs above her ankles. Raghu put his arms under her
armpits and, together, the two men lifted my mother up. She protested only
weakly, for she knew that her protests would fall deaf ears. They lifted
her up, but they did not place her body on the cot immediately. They
started swinging her body in the air. She was a big woman, and she was
stark naked. So it was a little queer to watch her being swung like that.
"Aiyo...please put me down..." she said. The men laughed. Next they
dropped her on to the cot, heavily. The impact made her mammoth boobs jump
up and she almost fell down from the cot. She would have fallen if she had
not caught the edge of the cot just in time. The two men laughed and she
looked up at them helplessly. Vasu noticed that how her enormous buttocks
were moving as she turned over to got up. "Now," said he to Raghu, "I want
to show you something which I am sure you have never seen in your life."
"What is it, sar?" asked the younger fellow excitedly. The old man
gestured him to be patient. He said to my mother, "Stand on your all
fours. Show us your lovely chandi." Raghu laughed. My mother looked at
Vasu. "Sar, it is too late tonight," she said. But even as she spoke, she
knew that it was futile to argue with him. If she begged, her begging
would fall on deaf ears. Nevertheless, she begged. "Please..." "Do as I
tell you," Vasu told her sharply. She did not look at Raghu. She slowly
got on her knees and started to turn her body around. "Turn your arse
towards this direction, towards us," the old man instructed her, gesturing
with his hands. My mother lifted the pillow and placed it under the
window-sill, against the wall. She knew exactly how Vasu wanted her to
position her lovely arse. She placed her forearms on the pillow and,
resting her head on her forearms, she gently lifted up her well-rounded
arse. Raghu laughed excitedly. He fondled his big cock with his hand.
"Do you like what you are seeing?" asked the old man. Raghu nodded.
"Don't you want to touch what you are seeing?" "Yes!" With a naughty laugh,
the younger man slowly placed his palms on my mother's enormous buttocks. I
noticed, to my surprise, that his fingers were trembling. "They are warm,"
he commented. Gently, he let the tip of his fingers run all over the great
expanse of her wheat-complexioned chandi, his touch feathery. She was
tickled, but she remained still. "Oh!" he exclaimed, as if it was all too
much for him finally, and he bent down and placed a kiss on her arse-hole.
Vasu gently pushed him a little to the side. "Now watch this," he said.
He stroked her jackfruit-sized arse lovingly for a brief moment. Then,
lifting his hand, he placed a quick slap upon one of the great cheeks. She
did not move or say anything. "Ahhahaa!" Raghu laughed, clapping his
hands. The old man's arm came down like a whip. Again and again. He
started slapping her with both his hands, one hand after the other, one
cheek after the other. Crack! His slaps fell noisily. Now my mother
tilted her head to look at him, to let his know that he was hurting her.
But that was the whole idea. Vasu moved a little aside. "You too slap,"
he told Raghu, who joined him quite willingly. So the two men stood on
either side of her huge buttocks and started slapping her. Slap, slap.
"Aiyo...madi...sar..." she begged after a while. But the men would not
stop. "Please..." Slap. Slap. The cheeks of her over-sized chandi grew
red. Finally, Vasu stopped and said, "Pour some oil on her arse." The
younger man retrieved the bottle on the table. Now it was only half full.
"Pour all of it on her big arse," Vasu told him. "Put some of it into her
arse-hole. I want to see you fuck her arse-hole." When he heard this,
Raghu's whole body trembled. He laughed. But my mother immediately sat
up. "No...sar...please...adu venda..." she begged. "What is bothering you,
woman?" asked Vasu. "He will fuck your arse-hole better than I did." She
did not say anything. She was avoiding Raghu's gaze and her face was red
with embarrassment. She gently crossed her forearms over her balloon-like
boobs and started to climb down from the cot. "You won't let Raghu fuck
your arse-hole?" Vasu said. She did not reply, but she slowly shook her
head. She was standing on the floor now. Her long, straight hair fell on
one side of her face and she looked very beautiful and sexy. All of a
sudden, the old man slapped her on the face. It was an explosive action
and she was completely taken by surprise. The impact threw her body back
and she fell heavily upon the cot, her jumbo-sized tits jumping up and
down, like passengers in a bus that is crossing a sudden bump. "Return to
your dog-like position immediately!" Vasu ordered her. Tears welled up in
her eyes. She was afraid that he would slap her again. She sat up and
raised her arms in self-defense. "Please..." she said weakly and, at the
same time, she slowly climbed upon her knees and started to turn around,
turning her wide buttocks towards them. She wiped her tears with the back
of her hand and gently laid her forearms once again on the pillow. Then,
pressing her face against the forearms, she slowly lifted up her jumbo
buttocks. "That's a nice girl!" said Vasu. The men were truly delighted.
They stepped back a little to have good view of her great asset. "I have
never seen a lovelier chandi," remarked Raghu. "So how many chandis have
your seen in your life?" asked the old man in a lighter mood. "Many,"
replied the younger man, "but none as huge and shapely as this." "Go on,"
said Vasu now, "let your hands work on her chandi."

[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.