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I waved to my parents and sisters and rolled up the window, started A/C and reversed the car. My Mom gestured to call after safely reaching home. I nodded and eased up clutch and drove off.
I put on my favourite music and started humming along with it. I was very happy, jubilant. Last two days fucking was outstanding. My brother in law’s cousin brother was insatiable, kept pounding me as if there was no tomorrow.
It was two hours drive to my town. My husband Murali was out of station and would come after 4 days. Though there was no hurry, I wanted to reach home before dark.
Problem when you are travelling alone is that your thoughts will wander and you will lose focus and it happened to me that day. My thoughts went back to my first fucking session, as I was driving on the deserted stretch of road………
……………… We are three sisters, Priya, Padma and me, Pratusha. Priya was married to Ramu from same village. Their house was in the next street and I used to visit them. Ramu used to brush his hand against my boobs or buttocks as if by accident.
Once I glared at him but he didn’t seem to notice. I found myself not brushing him off but actually pressing closer. He got bold and started squeezing and after two days I opened blouse and gave boob to him for sucking. We used to steal moments when Priya was not around.
On that Friday, Priya went to temple and Ramu was sucking my tit and playing with my clit when door was flung open and Priya walked in. I quickly got up and rearranged my clothing and waited for Priya to lambast us. She did shout, but only at her husband …… but for a different reason.
“What is wrong with you? When will you fuck her? Last so many days, you are just squeezing, sucking tits, nothing else……..” I gaped at her, as she was shouting.
“No, Dear. I didn’t want to scare her, so slowly I was……” Ramu was mumbling.
“So slowly you want to seduce her that by the time you finish she will become a grandmother. Such lovely tits, ass and cunt…..I don’t know how you are able to resist” saying this she pulled my sari and pushed me on the bed. As she was removing my petticoat I removed blouse and I was totally naked.
I suddenly felt shy and covered my boobs and cunt with hands. Meanwhile Ramu became naked and I gazed fearfully at his thick jumping cock.
‘Didi …..it may not be a good idea” I wanted to get up and run away, she shushed me and parted my legs and cunt lips.
“Now you should be considerate to others. Shave your cunt and it should shine like a pearl like mine. With so thick hair, they cannot make out where the cunt hole is and can fuck you in the wrong hole. They will be reluctant to lick your cunt also. Anyway, you are nicely wet..” she told me as she rubbed my clit and lips.
“But…” I was protesting.
“Don’t worry. You will not get pregnant. I will put a condom” She said and I watched fascinated as she pulled condom over his cock as if she was putting on a sock. Then she lifted my buttocks and placed a small pillow underneath and put a plastic sheet and a cloth on pillow, commenting that she hoped I would not bleed too much.
When I heard of blood I broke into a cold sweat. Priya parted my cunt lips and pushed hubby’s cock in the hole and asked him to wait.
She kissed me on the forehead, opened her blouse and pushed her tit into my mouth. When I sucked warm milk flooded into my mouth as she was still lactating. She patted my head and said softly “Relax, ok? It is like bicycle riding; you fall, bruise knees and later start enjoy riding. There will be little pain…”
I nodded head as I relaxed and Priya signaled to Ramu who started pushing cock. My cunt was resisting entry of foreign invasion and hymen was putting up last fight. When with a jerk he tore the hymen and entered, I cried out and almost bit off Priya’s nipple. And she was right.
After two rounds, I was enjoying the rubbing of cock along my cunt walls and Ramu started fucking me regularly. Later I learnt that Ramu was fucking Padma also. Padma also got married to a boy from next town. After Priya seduced Padma’s husband, they started having 4 sums every weekend and I was fucked by both my sisters’ husbands.
Once when Ramu was fucking me and Priya was sucking my tit I asked her why she was so liberally sharing her hubby’s cock with us, her quota of fucking was drastically reduced.
Ramu burst out laughing.
“Are you mad? Have you not seen a swarm of my cousins, uncles and friends from my village always in the house? They visit me not because of their affection towards me but to fuck her. She is fucked by so many cocks in all her holes, even she may not remember the number” he told while pounding.
She taunted him in mock anger “Why don’t you also tell her that you wanted to fuck my sisters to compensate my fucking?”
Of course I also got married after a year to Murali, a handsome MNC employee.
My sisters and brothers in law cautioned me that many men thought that that sucking, licking and anal fucking are done only by prostitutes, porn stars and loose women and not by dignified housewives. They told me to be submissive and get fucked as and when he wanted without making any demands until he suggests himself.
Murali was virile and fucked well but hated oral sex and my mild suggestion of oral sex dumbfounded him. Then I backed out. Every weekend I come to village on pretext of seeing parents and get fucked by brothers in law and their cousins and friends. Since Murali travels a lot, he didn’t mind my visits. Once or twice he accompanied me but said he was bored to death and exhausted by travel.
During this visit Ramu’s cousin from US was there. He was completely floored by my shapely 36D boos and 38 ass. He was like a leech attached to me even when I had to go for bath or toilet. He wanted to see me urinate and would not agree to see while I squat and urinate.
He made me lay on my back on bath room floor and watched my jet. He became so horny; he fucked me there in the bath room after licking my cunt. He placed some cloths under my knees and fucked me in the ass.
I was smiling as I recalled how sad he was when I was leaving and almost on the verge of tears….
…I was startled when the car engine gave a cough and stopped. My heart started thumping wildly as I turned the ignition. It would start and then after uneven firing, would stop. I broke into a sweat when I realized suddenly that I had taken a wrong turn somewhere and was in unfamiliar, deserted territory. Not a vehicle was in sight.
I got down and looked around desperately. I only knew clutch, brake, accelerator and steering wheel in a car. There was no use if I open up bonnet and stared at the internals. I understood as little of car mechanism as of an electronic circuit of a computer.
I took out mobile. There were no signals. As I looked around, my eyes fell on a distant village. There was a small dirt track leading there. Had I not stopped and looked, I would never have seen it, It was so well camouflaged. I sighed, shifted car to a side of the road and started walking in that direction.
After walking few steps, a voice halted me. I jumped in relief and looked to my right. There was a small house and a lady was reclining in an easy chair and reading a book. I approached her and wished her.
Without taking eyes from the book, she shouted ” Kishan, see what she wants”
“Yes,Dear. Coming” Kishan came out holding a whimpering baby.
I told him my car problem and asked if I could use the phone.
“You have to go to the village and meet Sushmaji. Wait a second I will call her and see if it is OK. Sometimes she doesn’t like to be disturbed” he again went and returned and told me to go ahead. It was third house on left with coconut trees.
I thanked them and was turning back, I saw the lady looking at my bosom. I looked down and cursed. I did not put on a bra since I thought I would be going home directly. My fabulous boobs were undulating seductively, nipples jutting out making a small tent on T shirt and she must have thought I was putting on a show for Kishan.
My nipples are very sensitive, if anyone so much as glance at them, they stretch and send signal to cunt to produce juice. I quickly turned and started walking towards Village.
I could hear the lady shouting “Why don’t you do something about that howling kid? I am unable to concentrate. Give him a chocolate or something”
Kishan was saying humbly” Yes, certainly dear”. My God, if any lady from my village dares talk like that, she would be burnt alive.
I could do nothing about my boobs and nipples; maybe I have to cross my arms across my chest all the time. After walking for ten minutes, I turned right and saw the beautiful, tiny village. It did not have huts with thatched roofs as portrayed in movies but attractive buildings and plenty of trees in all the houses. Sushmaji’s house was third on the left.
I opened the gate and entered. A tall, fair lady with queenly erect posture was supervising a gardener. She was wearing a flimsy rose coloured nighty. Her high, perky tits with brownish nipples and large areola were clearly visible. Flat stomach with deep navel and prominent cunt mound were also feasting the eye.
She looked at me and I turned purple for being caught staring. I told her about my predicament. She asked me to follow her.
“Listen, this area should be nicely done before evening” she told the gardener.
“Yes, Dear” he said politely and was immersed in work. As I followed her I could not take out my eyes from her massive football sized buttocks dancing seductively. I had a suspicion she could me moving them in an exaggerated manner for my benefit.
As we sat in sofa, a tall handsome man brought cold water and fruit juice. It was refreshing after the long walk. I could not sit for a long time crossing my hands across chest so dropped them after some time, more over she was sitting practically naked.
“Tell Ratan to make some bhujias and samosas, First bring tea” She ordered the tall man.
“Yes, dear” he told her politely and went in. I protested I didn’t want to impose.
She waved a hand deprecatingly. “You have no choice. Today is Sunday, nothing can be done. Tomorrow my men will go to nearby town and bring mechanic. Please feel at home. We don’t have many people visiting us” she told me.
She dialed the number I gave. I called my parents, told them not to worry, I was safe. Then she talked to my Mom assuring her that she would look after me well.
Ratan brought Tea and then samosas which were quite tasty. She told him dinner menu, he said “sure, dear” and left.
Then 5 kids of different ages from 18 to 5, came running, gave her hugs and kisses. She asked them how their school was and grades and told the man, gardener, who brought them to give bath and snacks and to help them in doing the home work. All kids left except the young boy.
He hugged and kissed her, but not like a son. He squeezed her tit with one hand and buttock with another. He parted her lips with his tongue and gave a very wet kiss. I thought she would slap him, but she actually was giggling and rubbing cunt on his crotch.
When the kiss was over, she laughed as she cupped his cock.
“Why, it is literally boiling, what happened? Why are you so horny, dear?” she asked him softly.
“Mom, my maths teacher practically rubbed my face in her cleavage. My balls are aching, Can I fuck you now, please, Mom?” he was asking as if he was asking for a cookie.
“No, first freshen up and come. I can’t stand the sweaty smell” she said firmly.
“I have to go for football match and again I have to take shower, please Mom?” he was pleading.
“No, it takes only few minutes, take bath and come, I will keep my cunt wet and ready, you can fuck and go to your match” she told him firmly. Reluctantly he left after giving few more squeezes. He didn’t see me since I was sitting in a corner.
“These kids, they want everything in a jiffy.” She smiled at me and removed her nighty. She was absolutely smashing in her nakedness. She spread her legs and shouted to Ratan.
Ratan came running, his hands had flakes of flour.
“Wash your hands, come and lick cunt. Bablu comes in few minutes to fuck; I have to get it wet.” She told him.
Ratan was hesitating. “Sushma dear, cooking will be delayed. I will send Gopi to lick you” he said mildly.
“No, tell Gopi to continue cooking. You lick and go back to kitchen, you have a special technique to make my cunt wet fast” Sushma firmly told him.
‘Yes, dear” Ratan said and ran back into kitchen, washed hands and sat on the floor and buried his face in her crotch. She moaned and grabbed his head and pressed firmly to her cunt.
For all it mattered, they seemed to forget I existed. My cunt started flowing as I saw the bobbing head of Ratan and the slurping noises her cunt was making. She was right; she came with a loud scream in few minutes and pushed his head away. He got up, took her head in hands and gave a long and passionate kiss and she licked his very wet lips, chin and cheeks. It required great effort from me to stop my itching hand to masturbate and ravage my cunt.
When Ratan left, Sushma looked at me and smiled.
I was puzzled.” Can I ask you something?” I asked her.
“Sure. Go ahead” she told me helping to another samosa.
“Is Bablu going to fuck you, seriously?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes. Why?” she was asking as if it was the most normal, natural thing in the world.
“How can you do it? You are his mother.” I hesitantly asked. I can’t afford to make her angry and force her to evict me.
“Probably you are right. If I stumble upon my village like you did from outside world, I also would be horrified. Our village developed a unique culture; any cock can fuck any cunt or Anus, only condition is that that wet cunt or ass should be willing to get fucked.” She told me shamelessly massaging her clit with one hand and pinching nipples with other.
“All this fucking business is done in front of small children?” I exclaimed angrily.
Sushma was genuinely surprised. “Yes, why not?” she asked seemingly puzzled.
“Why not? Come on, you will be producing sex maniacs, what will be state of mind of kids when exposed to so much fucking?” I noticed my voice was rising with excitement and anger.
She burst out laughing shaking her boobs most seductively.
“That is rich. I like it. Do you know there is not one case of rape, coercion, blackmail, dowry harassment or even divorce in my village? We are exposed to fucking right from our infancy. It is just like any other routine function. If a cock is horny it has many cunts to fuck. In your society, many people live their lives without ever seeing others fuck in real life. Only their experience is their own behind locked doors.
“Young men in your society watch boobs, cunts in net and masturbate and go crazy. He has to get married before he can fuck and he can’t marry because he has not settled. He is afraid to go to Prostitutes because of fear of AIDS. He can’t fuck girlfriend because she is afraid of exposure and he can’t find a place. See? Your society is the breeding ground for rapists, blackmailers, sadists and cheats.”
She suddenly stopped her monologue as Bablu came fresh after shower, naked and with throbbing erect cock. He saw me and stopped dead in tracks and his face turned pink with embarrassment
Sushma went forward held his hand and brought him to me.
“This is Bablu, my son, and she is… Gosh, I didn’t even ask her name” she laughed.
“Hi, Bablu. I am Pratusha. My car had a breakdown and I came to your Mom for help” I shook his hand trying my best not to stare at his attractive, young cock.
“Nice to meet you, Aunty” he said pleasantly, he was also trying not to stare at my protruding nipples.
Then they proceeded to dining table. Sushma bent on the table and parted her legs. Bablu parted her cunt lips and pushed his cock. My eyes were riveted on his vanishing cock. Now I was aware of my cunt floodgates opening. I embarrassingly realized that I did not put on panty also and the wetness was seeping my white leggings crotch area.
As he pulled out cock it was shining with her cunt juices. He held her waist and gave a forceful thrust. She moaned and pushed her crotch back to meet his thrust half way. He increased speed and kept pounding.
If I thought my quota for surprises was over for the day, I was mistaken.
One old lady and one short, fair middle aged lady entered the hall and sat in the dining chairs adjacent to dining table. Old lady was Sushma’s mother and younger one was sister, the resemblances were unmistakable.
Bablu did not slacken his speed or force and Sushma’s sister was squeezing and playing with her sisters’ boobs and was chatting quite normally about the vegetables in her garden. It was highly erotic watching those three ladies talking normally while one of them was being pounded.
Suddenly Sushma remembered me.
“Oh, I forgot. Mom, Shweta, that lady is Pratusha. Her car broke down and she came for assistance. Pratusha, these are my Mom and sister, Shweta” she conducted introductions as if we met in normal circumstances.
They talked to me casually about general topics, when suddenly all hell broke loose. Gopi, the tall mild mannered man who served water and juice, rushed from kitchen and roughly pulled up Shweta and pulled out her clothes with such frenzy, he almost tore them. He became naked, pulled a dining chair, sat on it and impaled Shweta’s cunt on his cock, while sucking her tits. All this happened in a matter of seconds.
He didn’t utter a word and there was no anger or consternation. In fact, they were all laughing. Shweta also giggled and started riding him.
“I forgot. I promised him 2 days back that I will ride him” Shweta said as she clenched her buttocks and squeezed the cock with her cunt muscles on her upward movement.
“Didi, tell Bablu not to fill up your cunt. I want to taste his cum, it is so yummy, light yet strong ” Shweta told her sister over her shoulder.
Bablu who was reaching a crescendo, slowed down and took his cock thickly smeared with Sushma’s cunt juices and walked over to Shweta. Shweta manipulated both cocks so well; she managed to get cunt and mouth filled at the same time.
Bablu went, cleaned up, dressed and went to his football match. Shweta also dressed up and went to her home along with mother.
Sushma stretched and yawned “That was terrific. Bablu will be a super stud; cunts will wait in queue to get fucked by him. Shweta is not joking, his cum is very delicious” she said proudly.
I finally asked her a question that was nagging me.
“Why are your servants calling you “Dear”?” I asked and her reply floored me.
She stared for few seconds and told me “They are not my servants. They are my husbands”
…………………….END OF PART I
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