Amma’s coconuts 3
Amma’s coconuts 3
“It is me,” came the reply. “Raghu…”
This is the last part of my story. But you can expect more stories from me. 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? My mother looked at Vasu. He had already disengaged himself from her and had plopped down upon the cot. He seemed to be out of breath. The knocking came again.
“Who is it?” the old man asked.
“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. 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 had asked Raghu 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 like a statue 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 and was 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 to. 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 too 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. 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. 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 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 now she found herself sitting sandwiched between the two men. She tried to stand up again, but Raghu quickly placed an arm over her shoulder. She crossed her forearms over her enormous, well-rounded tits and became still, realizing 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 all 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. “We won’t hurt you,” 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 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 marveled 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.”
The tip of Raghu’s middle finger was moving in circles around her navel. He 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 mesmerized. 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. 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 neighborhood 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 vigor. She was biting her lower lip, as if to muffle her moans, but the moans would in adverntly 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 color. 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 manhood’s 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 traveled 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 scrutinized 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. 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. 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 squeezed 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.
Raghu watched him and laughed. Holding her arms with one hand, he 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 al fours. Show us your lovely chandi.”
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.
“Don’t you want to touch what you are seeing?”
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, and 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.
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.”
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.
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 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. 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 now?” 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 realizing 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 lavishly 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 loving 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.