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FantasySexy Aunt helps nephew relax before his exam and sultry maid joins in the fun. (with Images)
The story is about a household in Bangalore. A nephew preparing for his entrace exams is staying with his father's younger brother and his wife - who are uncle and aunt to him. He finds the aunt quite sexy is attractive and is quite distracted two weeks before his exam. His aunt decides to help him release tension and her session is notice by the maid in the household - who decides to try out the young boy herself as well. There is tension between the two ladie vying for young man's attention.
The story is set in Bangalore BTM Layout.
Raghu is 18 year engineering aspirant who is going to appear for KCET examination scheduled in Mid-April. He studing online and preparting for his exams.
His uncle, Giridhar is his father's young brother working in Bosch Industries. He leaves for 8 am and often comes home after 8 pm. He is 38 years old, slim built.
Lalitha, is Giridhar's wife - she is a home maker and mother of 7 year old girl. She is 32 years old, has a good body figure 35-28-34 and wears both traditional saree as well as salwars.
Manujula, is the maid working in the household. She is 29 years old and has 34-27-35 figure.
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Story starts with Raghu studying with less than one month for his entrace exams.
The young man had come visiting his aunt and uncle, ostensibly to betther prepare for entrance exams. He was applying for several colleges in Bangalore and he wanted to also take the CET examination there. The other reason he choose Bangalore was because he was attracted by his aunt Lalitha and found her most attractive during family marriages.
The atmosphere around his aunt was was always flirtatious bordering on libertine. In fact in one of recent marriages, she has teased him and another cousin. She did few things - showing them little skin, shamelessly baring herself in different ways -- both the uninitiated boys were booked with her like a firefly to light. Raghu was indeed crazy anout her. . In fact, Raghu had nothing on his mind nowadays other than Lalitha's breasts, her soft thighs and the heaven he could experience being with her.
It was that obsession which Lalitha spotted instantly as the young man arrived at her doorstep having come in by the morning train. She was in her nightgown and his eyes seemed to be piercing through to see if she was wearing any under garments. The normally relaxed and casual Lalitha felt compelled to throw a dupatta (a thin chiffon veil) around her shoulders. She knew that the arms of her nightgown were so lowcut that her breasts could be seen below the armpit. And all the bending and leaning during the course of housework....
They sat at the breakfast table. Giridhar, Lalitha's husband knew nothing of his wife's new found dimension to the fondness for his family. They were having breakfast and Giridhar was ready to leave for work. Lalitha was now dressed in the traditional saree and blouse, having bathed before entering the kitchen to cook.
"Your father called to say you aren't doing too well at your PU college. Look, you have very focus more to be in first 5000 ranks in Common Entrace test - only this will get you into a good college, don't let any distractions affect you," said Giridhar to Raghu.
"Mm," grunted Raghu.
"What kind of reply is that? You need to be put in 8-10 hours daily and do mock tests?" asked Giridhar. Though he was the young man's uncle, the age difference was a lot lesser than one would imagine. Raghu's father and other often quoted Giridhar as the most successful engineer from the family and asked his advice to shape future career of children in family.
Raghu nodded. The only thing he wanted was for his uncle to go. He wanted to be alone with the woman of his dreams- Lalitha manni. Could he get her to show him her breasts again? The first time it was all-too hurried and the second time there was not nearly enough light. Moreover, she was on her knees, her breasts were swaying below. He had touched them and felt them. But he had not had enough of them. They had felt nice and full; he wanted to try squeeze them, milk them and suck them.
Giridhar shook his head as he came down the stairs and found the young man still at the table staring vacantly. He could not have known than in his mind's eye Raghu was seeking out Giridhar's wife's breasts.
"Pamper the boy, his mind should be in good place to study well !" called out Giridhar to Lalitha as he left for his day's work. Lalitha had avoided sitting at the table after Giridhar had gone up.
She came to the door of the kitchen and leaned on the door and watched the sullen youth at the table. Behind her the maid Manjula was washing vessels making clanging noises.
"What is wrong?" Lalitha asked, taking care to spread the upper part of her saree cloth wide enough to cover her chest and midriff completely. A saree is worn with a petticoat and blouse. What might seem like a very modest dress is actually extremely sexy, and especially so if the woman who is wearing it wants it to be so. The midriff between the petticoat and the blouse, sometimes exposing the navel and the soft curve of the belly is alluring. And the blouse can leave nothing to imagination, if it was tightly cut, or with a low neckline, struggling to contain full, heavy breasts and you could also have the tailor make them practically backless.
Raghu imagined his aunt on her back on the bed. She was in her blouse and petticoat. He imagined kissing her near her navel, then her breasts, neck and face.
Lalitha was conscious that blouse she was wearing was a bit tight. She saw Raghu was lost, day dreaming.
She called out his name - Raghu what are you thinking about. ?
Raghu didn't reply. He just shook his head. What he wanted to say, he couldn't. He wanted her to just take him in her arms and soothe him, break out his tension, and let him bury his head in her breasts while she took him in between her warm inviting legs. How was he to say all that?
"How much of portions have you covered till date ?" she asked. He nodded and said 20% percent. "Then how are you going to prepared for CET entrance exam?" she asked. No reply.
Looking at him, sitting there in a slouch, head hunched, she realized the young man was a psychological shadow of his former self. She had seen him grow from a little boy to a tall broad young man. But here was the outcome. She felt bad for having converted this bright young man into a gloomy brooding guy.
"Come on, what is it?" she demanded, moving closer to where Raghu sat. Raghu kept his head down. The maid watched from the kitchen beyond, continuing with her chores.
"If you are going to say nothing and do nothing why did you come?" she asked. Still no reply. She moved really close.
All he could think about was his Chikkamma and her much-desired breasts that was at his head level. All he needed to do was turn towards her and embrace her. But he didn't. All he dared do was look at her form from the corner of his eye...
She reached out and ruffled his hair. "Come on, Raghu. It's not so bad!" she said to him softly. He turned towards here. He could practically smell her. The damp smell of mild sweat, typical of the heat of this port city. He looked at the cloth covering the entire torso of Lalitha's body. He leaned back and looked beyond at the maid in the kitchen.
But for that maid there, he would surely have put his arms around aunt Lalitha and buried his face in those cushiony breasts. She knew that was exactly what was on his mind. And she knew it was the maid Manjula's presence restraining him. If this young man was going to do anything good with his life, it would be because she solved this problem for him. And if he was going to amount nothing, that too was going to be because of her. And She knew the family looked up to her husband to guide and nuture all young aspiring children as he was the role model as the first engineer in the family. She has to play her role and support. She put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Come with me," and she was surprised at how dry her throat had suddenly become.
Lalitha led the way up the stairs, to her bedroom, towards her marital bed. That was the only place the maid wouldn't enter if the door was shut. Raghu didn't follow. He just sat there at the table. "Hey! Come on! Illi ba !" she called from there. She was going to hold him close and talk to him, make him open out. Then she would explain to him that whatever happened during that wedding was over and in the past. She was there for him, but the way an aunt should be there for the nephew. Not the man-woman thing. She could swing it with him, she was confident.
The maid turned to look and saw her mistress leading the young man up the stairs. Raghu walked behind Lalitha, his eyes on her ass, as it rolled and swung sexily as she climbed up the stairs. He wanted to lean forward and bite her. God, he wanted to eat her, consume her, and devour her!
She pulled him into the room. She stood near him, not too near according to her; but tantalizingly close if you asked him.
"What is the matter with you?" she asked. The young man stood there dumbly.
"Go on, tell me! Otherwise how am I to help you?" she pleaded, "Your performance is falling at a crucial time during entrace exam, isn't it?" She thought she saw him nod ever so slightly, but she couldn't be sure. This conversation was going nowhere. He was in a daze. When she led him up the stairs his heart started thumping hard and he was not sure what would happen next. He knew that was her bedroom and that could mean intimate things. But that room was also Giridhar Uncle's; it could be that nothing illicit would happen there. The act of taking him to her bedroom suggested an invitation from his vivacious and risqué aunt; the sacred marital bed suggested a limit to what might happen. Whereas in any other room, he could even be bolder....
Such were his thoughts, even as his dear and beloved aunt hoped a conversation -- intimate if need be, but a conversation nevertheless- would have the young man focus back on his work.
Finally she felt she needed to make a move. She pulled him close, leaning back against the wall. "Enu (What)? Tell me now atleast" she urged him. She had her arms around his neck, and caressing his head. She noticed how she was looking up to him, he was taller than her.
He felt her softness envelope him. Those soft cushiony breasts were pressed against his chest. Lalitha shifted slightly and her thigh grazed his crotch. It indicated a strong hard erection. "Oh no!" thought Lalitha.
An instant later Raghu buried his head in Lalitha's neck. His face felt hot and suffused. "Enna da! What!" she said. She was not asking; she was comforting. Raghu shook his head, nuzzling her neck.
She lifted his head, and holding him by his chin, she asked, "You want me?"
Silence.
"You are shy with me? With your chikkama ?" she asked gently. "But there is nothing shy about this, is there?" she said, as her hand wandered down to his hard on.
"What is it that will make you focus on your work again? You want this?" she asked, her hand pulled aside her saree cloth; Raghu could see the slightly faded blouse, working hard at keeping those straining breasts in place.
"You want me to make you cum?" she whispered. May be that would help. This much she had engaged in before as well. It was not new, nor further. She waited for him to respond. If she was going to masturbate him, pleasure him, it would be a quid pro quo. He had to open out to her and promise performance in Entrance exam. No freebies here.
For Raghu, it was now or never. If he kept quiet, manni would fist him like she had the other evening. And that would be the end of it. He decided not to let go of the opportunity. If was to have her fully, if he was to feast on those breasts, if was to sink into her arms and merge his body with hers, he would have to tell her and now!
"But I love you!" sobbed Raghu as he rubbed his cheek against hers, feeling her soft wonderful face with his own face, with wispy strands of a new beard.
"Love?" asked Lalitha. "Its not love. You want this. My body. You lust me. That is what has jammed up your brain," said Lalitha. She took his hand which was pawing her breast and squeezed his hand so that her own breast was squished. She grabbed his other hand and let him feel her midriff. Her skin felt hot and flushed. She felt delicious and he felt a banquet was at hand.
"No, I love you!" he groaned, as his cock felt trapped. He needed to be let out and he couldn't wait for this negotiation to be concluded.
"Love?" she mocked him. "If you loved your chikkamma you would focus on your studies only because I said so!" she said, pushing him away now. As she did so, she allowed her hand to drop to see if her debate on love and lust had taken any heat off him. It had not. In fact, his seemed to be a solid heavy cock.
"Nor would you be in this state of arousal," she said.
"That is only because I love you! I don't feel this way with all those girls in my class," he protested.
"Love means not being able to like that with anyone else. But you will get married. In fact, in all probability I will only be selecting the girl for you! Will you not forget this chikamma then?" challenged Lalitha. It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but the young man took it literally.
"I won't!" he protested again.
"You won't what? Get married? You will have to," said Lalitha, thinking of the prospect of reviewing the girls one of whom should be selected. In social circles, there are typical references to whether a boy and girl are suited to one another.
"And I am married as well. In fact, that is how I know you, right?" said Lalitha aunt to her "little" -- now large and hunky -- Raghu. "You accept that don't you? That's how it is."
"I don't accept it!" retorted Raghu, thinking of all those unbearable nights he imagined Giridhar uncle touching his Lalitha aunt in an intimate way.
"Nonsense! That too is just jealousy. Sexual jealousy. Another form of lust! Come on, now I challenge you. If your manni says that that one evening was a chance occurrence and you should let it pass, if you really love me, you should accept that. Will you?" she asked him.
Raghu didn't know what to say. Lalitha sensed victory. She let the pallu which she had so carefully used to cover her breasts and midriff completely, slide down. "If it is truly love, you should be able to resist this," she said, displaying her tight blouse, with the damp spots and underarms soaked with sweat.
From less than an arm's length away the treasures of her sexuality seemed so near, yet so far.
For Raghu, it was now or never. He decided not to let go of the opportunity. If was to have her fully, if he was to feast on those breasts, if was to sink into her arms and merge his body with hers, he would have to tell her and now!
"But I love you!" sobbed Raghu as he rubbed his cheek against hers, feeling her soft wonderful face with his own face, with wispy strands of a new beard.
"Love?" asked Lalitha. "Its not love. You want this. My body. You lust me. That is what has jammed up your brain," said Lalitha. She took his hand which was pawing her breast and squeezed his hand so that her own breast was squished. She grabbed his other hand and let him feel her midriff. Her skin felt hot and flushed. She felt delicious and he felt a banquet was at hand.
"No, I love you!" he groaned, as his cock felt trapped. He needed to be let out and he couldn't wait for this negotiation to be concluded.
"Love?" she mocked him. "If you loved your chikkamma you would focus on your studies only because I said so!" she said, pushing him away now. As she did so, she allowed her hand to drop to see if her debate on love and lust had taken any heat off him. It had not. In fact, his seemed to be a solid heavy cock.
"Nor would you be in this state of arousal," she said.
"That is only because I love you! I don't feel this way with all those girls in my class," he protested.
"Love means not being able to like that with anyone else. But you will get married. In fact, in all probability I will only be selecting the girl for you! Will you not forget this chikamma then?" challenged Lalitha. It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but the young man took it literally.
"I won't!" he protested again.
"You won't what? Get married? You will have to," said Lalitha, thinking of the prospect of reviewing the girls one of whom should be selected. In social circles, there are typical references to whether a boy and girl are suited to one another.
"And I am married as well. In fact, that is how I know you, right?" said Lalitha aunt to her "little" -- now large and hunky -- Raghu. "You accept that don't you? That's how it is."
"I don't accept it!" retorted Raghu, thinking of all those unbearable nights he imagined Giridhar uncle touching his Lalitha aunt in an intimate way.
"Nonsense! That too is just jealousy. Sexual jealousy. Another form of lust! Come on, now I challenge you. If your manni says that that one evening was a chance occurrence and you should let it pass, if you really love me, you should accept that. Will you?" she asked him.
Raghu didn't know what to say. Lalitha sensed victory. She let the pallu which she had so carefully used to cover her breasts and midriff completely, slide down. "If it is truly love, you should be able to resist this," she said, displaying her tight blouse, with the damp spots and underarms soaked with sweat.
From less than an arm's length away the treasures of her sexuality seemed so near, yet so far.
"Where," she asked, "show me?" and stepped forward, moving towards him till it was he who had his back to the wall. As she walked toward him, she let the upper part of her saree trail her. It unraveled a little bit and her own breathing seemed to accentuate the plumpness of her breasts. Yes they were plump and heavy breasts, not full and proud ones.
The young lad seemed cornered. Lalitha reached out and touched the bulge in his trousers. "This!" she exulted, triumphantly thumbing the head of his cock, "is the ultimate sign of lust!"
Raghu opened his mouth to say something but nothing would come out. He stared at the slopes of those luscious mounds, slick with sweat and smelling of her womanliness. He wanted to tongue her while squeezing the bulk of the flesh.
She might just have read his mind. "A young man will want this," she clutched at her own breasts and pushed them upward toward him, as if they were on offer. "He will take it from anyone. From his Lalitha manni, from Manjula the maid, from any woman!" she hissed.
The middle hooks of the blouse strained with the pressure created by Lalitha and the clasp gave way. The blouse opened out in the centre, flesh pushing against the breach, trying to escape the tortuous confines.
The maid, Manjula, who had been wondering about what was going on upstairs, had decided to go snooping. Looking around for an excuse, she found the washed clothes which needed drying and headed up the stairs to pretend she was on the way to the terrace to put them out. She had heard the whispering and argument in low tones and it aroused her curiosity even more. And then suddenly, she thought she heard her own name being taken. She stopped at the landing. The door was open and she couldn't see anyone or anything, so she too was unlikely to be spotted. This was a good place to linger and try and overhear.
"No! Never!" replied an agitated Raghu, his eyes firmly on the flesh peeping out from the gap in the blouse. He licked his lips and inhaled the aromas of his sweaty aunt.
"Liar! Your body will react!" said Lalitha. Her voice was now loud and urgent. "Watch! And prove to me it isn't lust!" challenged Lalitha.
Her hand moved to her blouse and she opened out the top hook. The breasts gratefully surged. The slopes were on offer now. She reached to his head and pulled him down. She held his face on the pillowing slopes and rubbed his face on the flesh. It was hot, sweaty and abrasive. The effect on her own body surprised her more than anything. The boy was stiff and resisting, trying to disprove his aunt.
Her other hand had slid down his body and was desperately searching for the trouser waistband. In her feverish haste she couldn't locate the gap between his t-shirt and his trouser quickly enough. She wanted the barometer of his arousal in her fist and his face in her breasts. She took a bet he wouldn't last and the release would be the end of his sexual tension. ainst the flesh and despite himself; his lips were dragged and made wet strokes on her already damp breasts.
He tasted Lalitha's salty skin and sweat. She was stroking his head and rubbing herself against him. And suddenly, she had the band of his underwear pulled as her hand stole in. The band was tight and his cock was at an awkward angle. He was apprehensive the elastic would snap back on his cock. His hands thrust his trouser and underwear down in one swift move and the young man was now bare till his thighs as the garments snagged around his thighs, just above his knees.
The trunk of his cock was in her hand like the handle of a tennis racquet. It was hot and sticky with his oozing. She yanked at it. There was not enough lubrication and the situation was uncomfortable. She needed to open out her breasts completely so he would be more aroused than ever, but she was unwilling to let go what was clearly a very good specimen of manhood. He would ever-so-filling in her womb she thought, even as she worked his cock a few times.
Raghu gagged and gasped. "There!" she said triumphantly, "resist that!"
"I cannot resist you," he shuddered.
That was it. The young man had to be shown that it was lust that he was in the grip of.
She left his cock, lurching and bobbing. Raghu's hands went to Lalitha's shoulders, desperately seeking attention on his throbbing cock. It needed her touch and it needed it now.
What was he being asked to resist wondered the maid. She craned her neck and looked in various angles to catch a glimpse of what was happening.
Lalitha opened her blouse fully. "Look at this," she ordered him. "Can you resist this?"
Now on display was her bra, a minimal lacy affair. Her brown nipples were clearly visible.
"If you are talking of love and want my company, that is always yours. We can go out. See a movie. Shop. Eat out. Whatever. But this -- if you want this, it is my body you want. At your age, any young man will want this. I am not blaming you," she held his chin and lifted his face so she could look intohis eyes.
"And once you have this, sex will be off your mind and you can think of your studies," she explained to him. "Look down there," she directed. His cock had swollen to new proportions at the sight of the lovely breasts held in the net-like lace of the bra.
She opened the bra and pushed him back. She had not uncovered the mounds. In fact, she had pulled the blouse back a bit, so that while her chest was open to him, the breasts themselves were partially covered. She wanted him to help himself.
The sounds confirmed the maid Manjula's suspicions. This was an illicit encounter between the young master and the lady of the house. She was not going to be denied the voyeuristic opportunity. She had her eye on the young man and it seemed that chance had been missed. But she wanted to see more. After trying various angles, she found that the gap in hinges were wide enough for her to capture a view through one eye. And there was Lalitha amma, her pallu to one side and the youngster was gazing at her chest. The blouse had to be open from the front!
It was. Raghu reached out and pushed the loose cup of the bra over the ridge of the nipple. With that withholding protuberance out of the way, the bra fell away and the beautiful, luscious breast was in his full view. He leaned forward; from her position, the maid saw his head disappear and her mistress's head throw back in passion. Obviously the young man had sucked in her nipple and she was feeling the pleasure.
Indeed she was. Lalitha hissed his name, "Raghuuuuu!" and pressed his head into her bosom. "What is lust for you is lust for me too da!" she moaned. Her hand roamed his back and she cupped his ass, pulling him to her, helping him grind his frustrated cock into the side of her own body.
Suddenly, everything seemed an obstacle to Lalitha. She tugged at the rest of her saree and it came unraveled. Raghu's head now bobbed between the breasts. As her saree slipped to the floor, he let his hand roam her waist searching for a way in, but there was none. The chord of the petticoat was too tight. Instead he found the slit in the front. Through that he slid his hand in and caressed whatever flesh was available to touch. The curve of Lalitha's belly was what he felt and he squeezed.
Inexperienced fingers searched for more. He didn't know what he was looking for and what it felt like. Or where he should search. He felt some strands of Lalitha's untrimmed hair. He wondered if she had any underwear on, but nothing seemed to touch his hand. What he could not have known was that like most women from that part of the country, they wore nothing beneath the petticoat on most days.
She looked down at the head, lips flitting from one nipple to the other. His lips were wet and slobbering. All he seemed to know by instinct was that he wanted to suck and play with them. He did not seem to know how to give her pleasure. It was one of the mysteries of sexual trysts. The man seemed to get immense pleasure playing with the woman's body. But a woman's nipples were so sensitive; yet, unless the man learned how to give that pleasure, it meant little to her. She watched as the young man played out his curiosity of her anatomy. She took little note of the fingers twirling her strands of pubic hair. She had no intention of letting him go further on that side.
Lalitha threw her head back and grabbed at the lunging penis below. It was wet and slick with his juices and Lalitha used that to slowly slide her hand along. Her body was in fever and she mentally noted the dimensions of her nephew's cock and how she would have to stretch to accommodate it. Not that she had any intention of, but her own pussy was now steaming and flowing from the treatment her breasts were getting. The youngster was learning fast and her own body was responding in a way that taught him well. As he reamed her nipples and sucked on her breasts, Raghu's hands were not idle. He found the chord holding the petticoat up and pulled at it till it unwound. Now the garment was open. It didn't slide down fully because of the flare of Lalitha's hips. But it slid down enough to bare her left hip fully which cause the watching maid's own pussy to start juicing up.
Lalitha grabbed the hand which was working to push the petticoat off the hip. "The door, the door," she babbled as Raghu went into overdrive on the breasts, alternating now between the two. The pleasure was intense and Lalitha felt her pussy being tugged by the lines of pleasure shooting downward. A tremulous orgasm in her inside was imminent and the epicenter was going to see somewhere between breast and cunt.
As Raghu moved away from her to close the door, he felt held back by the grip on his cock. He paused and she fisted him quickly two or three times. Her face was flushed and lips parted. She could not smile or talk or say anything; her lust was too intense. She left the cock, her hand under it along its length, as if ready to hold any drops.
As the boy went to the door, she went to the bed. She lay down sideways to the left. She was to be the emotional bond, the glue of the family that she found herself comforting Raghu right, albeit sexually. The boy had to be made to concentrate on his studies. The sexuality in the atmosphere was merely incidental and natural given his age. The hormones were bound to play havoc with him it was up to her to use her experience and maturity to help him overcome. In this, sex was a facilitator not the polluter. The pollution, so to speak was already on the young man's mind.
As she lay waiting, the thoughts in Raghu's mind were quite different. As he went to shut the door, he sensed movement outside the door. He glimpsed the maid Manjula ducking away. He was alarmed and was inclined to initially alert Lalitha manni. But then he felt she that would merely kill the opportunity that was before him.
If Manjula was going to do anything immediate, she would have entered the room and confronted them. And if she was going to carry the information then Lalitha would have to deal with that. But not right now. Right now, his beloved Lalitha manni was on the bed, her petticoat askew, her blouse and bra open, the breasts waiting for him to resume his ministrations. And she was on the bed, where he could luxuriate in her arms and give her and take from all the attention needed.
"No, just shutting the door," he replied, watching the stairs which the maid had gone up. She too had a sexy ass which swayed invitingly, he noted. Then he noticed that he felt he could fuck that woman too. Perhaps Lalitha manni was right about lust. But she was special. May be he felt sexual attraction about Manjula only because he was already well aroused.
She lay there, her left hand under her head and her right hand resting on her hip. She looked delicious. He wanted to drink in that sight more. He lay on his right, facing her, at half an arms length and watched her. She was beautiful. Perspiration accentuated her sexually charged look. The face was flushed red and the glistening skin seemed mositened with desire. His cock jerked and twitched as he lay there. He was watching, in part because he did not know what to proceed with and how far to proceed either.
He nodded. His heart beat faster. The pleasure she was promising was the pleasure he had fantasized about for years now. Lalitha could very well have fucked him instead, but the draw just went the other way. But today was his day.
"This is what I meant when I said wild lust," she explained. She stroked his cheek, reached further and pulled his head to her. Raghu reclaimed the breasts that he felt belonged only to him. He held the right one, weighing it in his hand, measuring, cupping and feeling the soft mound of flesh. He squeezed, massaged and played with it. Lalitha laughed to see him toy with her. He felt shy to hear the mature woman in her sultry tone laugh at him. It seemed she was amused and was making fun of him.
His cock grew slightly flaccid in that instant and he buried his head in the crook of her arm. She lifted his chin and looked into his eyes. Holding her breast I none hand, she fed it to him. "Open your mouth," she instructed him. Holding the breast as a woman does on feeding a child; she brought it to his partially open mouth and placed the nipple between his lips. She rocked gently pushing the flesh against his face. Raghu's lips closed around the erect knob of flesh and a rhythm identical to fucking commenced between nipple and lips.
Lalitha shivered and Raghu clearly heard his aunt's moan of passion, even though it was subdued in her throat. His hand felt her tummy, stroking gently as it made its way lower. Lalitha caught the wayward hand and clutching it in her own, guided it to his cock. She made him touch himself and then abandoned the hand and took charge of his prized cock.
She once again gently felt its dimensions. Nice and thick, quite long. She would have loved to have this inside her and as Raghu mauled her tits she felt herself on the verge of loss of control but she felt there were dangers in indulging Raghu. He could get more obsessive and further imagine that love was the main driver. It was love, but of a different kind. The lust was a complication to handle.
She had said that enough times to her own self to convince herself of it. Yet, when she talked to him on those lines, she could hear her own voice and did wonder. Was not the preaching hypocrisy considering the way she was toying with the young man and the pleasure which now soared between her legs.
She pushed all such thoughts out of her head as she gripped the cock, her hand smeared and coated with his juices. With this lubrication she was going to masturbate him to a full release. Then some comforting. Some talk and the young man should be ready to sit down for his studies.
She held on to him with one arm around his head. She sought her own pleasure from his lips on her breasts. That would do for her. The rest -- she would masturbate herself. Her other hand gripped the cock and she commenced fisting him, methodically, fucking the cock into her fist.
Raghu moaned onto the breast as the brutal beating of his cock caused him immense pleasure. His hips bucked and thrust into her soft firm hand, treating the tunnel in her fist as a cunt to pound.
He moaned onto the flesh filling his mouth as he continued to ravage her breast. His teeth sank in and hovered on the edge of a completely hurtful bite. He held back only be cause he knew that letting his teeth release would hurt her. But the controlled aggression of his lips and teeth on her breasts only heightened her passions. She could sense he was being brutal but that he was holding within the acceptable limits of passion.
"Tell me," she asked breathlessly, as se continued to pump his unyielding cock, "Is it possible to be gentle while feeling so much pleasure?"
The young man shook his head to indicate no.
"Isn't this maddening?" she asked as her thumb thwacked the head. The boy jumped at the new maneuver. She was driving him wild.
"Love is gentle. Can this be gentle?" she asked. "This animalness is lust," she explained.
The cock was now leaking copiously as she continually alternated between strong fisted pumps and featherlike swipes of her thumb on the cockhead. Fist fuck. Thumb-swipe. Fist-fuck. Then thumb-swipe. Raghu was sobbing onto the breast in this mouth, saliva smearing the flesh and his hand clutching at his manni's ass pulling her close as he could and rocking.
"Stop, stop, stop," he sobbed, fucking her fist even harder as he couldn't resist the pleasure.
She held his cock in the racquet grip and gave him a few high-speed slides.
"Noooooooooooo" he screamed as he pushed himself away desperate to hold off his imminent orgasm.
"What happened dear?" she asked caressing his face.
Lalitha who had reclaimed Raghu's cock and was just about to resume the masturbation of the boy, froze. She felt the contours in her fist and wondered if he would go too deep and hurt her.
She continued to rock the boy, comforting him.
"Yes, but when it came to this, he got all of you. When it came to really important things he got more," complained Raghu.
"You really think the sex and the lust are more important than the love?" she asked.
"Shh, don't cry," she comforted him as she would a baby. His hot tears receded as he enjoyed tasting every part of her body. Soon the breasts were resting on the top of his head as he kissed her belly. Pushing the petticoat as low as it would go -- around the widest part of her hips -- he kissed her navel and rubbed her soft tummy with its gentle sag and curve on his cheek.
Lalitha gasped as the young man occasionally touched an erotic zone within her thatch. Her hand gripped her own breasts as she struggled to compensate for his lips and mouth; they had made her breasts and nipples sensitive and pleasurable but were missing when the need had soared.
The need had also soared in the well of her stomach. She could not hope for a very good job of cunnilingus from the novice but she was willing to get all the pleasure she could after all, if she was going to masturbate him to orgasm, so could she let him. It was penetration which would cause complications. She could not be seen to succumb. That was every different from allowing him to have his way in a limited sense. Every step (she justified to herself) was going to make it easier to extract promises for her from him.
With forefinger and middle finger she held apart her cunt lips providing a landmark for the searching mouth to seek. "There between my fingers!" she hissed wishing desperately that the young man would prove good at what he had now initiated. Raghu kissed those fingers and kissed the hair between her fingers, feeling some softness buried within.
"Not your kisses," she told the bewildered young man. Not kisses? Then what?
"Put out your tongue," panted Lalitha, unable to wait for his targeted attention.
She hoisted up her knees and spread her legs wide. With one hand behind his head and the other hand continuing to hold her throbbing flesh apart, she urged the boy towards the logical goal.
Tongue sticking out, uncertain on what it was supposed to do, Raghu allowed his head to be guided toward the vale between the legs. He looked upward and say his manni spread out shamelessly open ad wide, breasts were jutting upward and he could not see her face, hidden as it was beyond the slopes, inclines and undulations of her body topped by the peak of her breasts.
He prodded tentatively at the proffered target. His cock was nice and hard and staining the sheet below. ("Would Giridhar Uncle notice the smear in the evening and ask?" he wondered.) If he could deploy that -- and how eager he was to do so! -- he would have speared her, here and now. But his tongue seemed too soft and pliable to make an entry...
As the young, inexperienced man prodded and thrust, Lalitha realized he did not know what he was supposed to do. She released her grip on his head. Now with two hands, she held apart her thighs, her lips and her fingers did their best to present him with a clearing in the forest of hair between her legs. Raghu watched in fascination as the brown, puffed lips, glistening from Lalitha's own secretions stared him in the face.
"Now lick!" commanded Lalitha. "Lick?" asked Raghu, confused. She briefly put her right hand once again behind his head and pulled him close. Raghu's nose buried in the wet fleshy opening and he inhaled the intimate, intense and acid aroma of Lalitha's deepest recesses. He gasped for breath. His manni was so excited and uncontrolled that she did not realize that she was practically suffocating him.
Raghu insinuated his own hand between his face and her triangle, and pulled apart the flesh and the hair, so that between Lalitha and Raghu once again she was held open and apart for him to be able to focus on his work.
Raghu looked and realized he would rather feel with his tongue than look at her gaping flesh. He buried his face in between her legs and allowed his tongue to 'lick' as Lalitha manni had instructed him. She was wet on his tongue but soon, with his tongue stretched out, he found that he too was salivating. He allowed his saliva to flow and dilute the acidity of his aunt's secretions. It diluted the pungency to a point where he was able to taste her better.
Lalitha shuddered as the tongue slaked her thirst for immediate and urgent attention. She thrust her hips involuntarily, rubbing her wet, open and raw flesh on his face. From her anus to her clit, she thrust and parried with his tongue. In between, her perineum, the delicate stretch of skin, the gaping open cunt and the opening to channel that descended to her womb, all got passing slaps from his tongue and digs from his chin and nose.
His fingers searched for the pussy and he slid in two fingers. His chin now rested on his palm and her anus was shielded from his mouth by the hand. What was a defensive move for him was an intensely pleasurable maneuver for Lalitha. His fingers filled the aching vacuum in her cunt even as she desired more of his tongue on her clit. "Oh! This is good! Goodddd! Ah!" she gurgled as with each thrust of her hips the fingers fucked her. With her hand she now guided his mouth back to the ramparts of her cunt. The lips, the channel in between and the clit on the top.
The new sounds, scuffling and moans were just too much for Manjula's curiosity. The maid found a new chink in a window to the room. What she saw stunned her. The youngster had his head between his aunt's legs. The woman was lying back, her breasts bare, legs spread wide. Manjula's own body started to stir with lust as she watched her mistress indulge her own nephew on her bed. She stroked her pussy through her saree, seeking her own relief.
Unknown that he was giving pleasure to another woman indirectly, Raghu brought his lips into play on his aunt's pussy, to give his tongue a rest. He nibbled at the cunt, and slobbered over the increasing drenched flesh. As Lalitha manipulated her hips, Raghu's lips and tongue played on whatever came into focus. When it hit her clit, her nails dug into Raghu's head, hurting him. She held still, giving him the chance to play on her sensitive zones.
So now he searched out that part of her which made her respond in that wild fashion. With his fingers he located the zone. His tongue snaked out to join his finger. He jabbed with his tongue to ascertain whether he had it right. Jerks and convulsions from his aunt told him, yes, he had the target. "Yes, my boy," she murmured, her fingers stroking his hair.
That was all he wanted to hear. Raghu now propped himself on his elbows to bring focus to the job. Raghu started to withdraw his fingers so that he could hold her sumptuous ass in both hands and eat her as if she was a large fruit. But Lalitha grabbed his wrist and thrust his hand back in.
"No!" she screamed in a trembling voice. She pulled herself up briefly wanting to move back up the bed. In the process his face and fingers were out of her. But she was okay with that. She was preparing to lie back, spreading herself as best as she could. She could take her pleasure as fully as ever confident that the young man had cottoned on to the formula. As she sat up and wiggled backwards onto the centre of the bed, she leaned forward.
Holding his face in her hands, she kissed him on his lips with an open mouth and probing tongue. She tasted herself on him. She allowed herself to smear juices and saliva so that all inhibition came to an end.
Then quickly laying back she pressed his head down back between her legs. He sank his face back into her flesh between the thighs, his own mind dizzy with desire. The scents, aromas, the humidity and the heat of this encounter was dizzying. He had not previously realized that there was so much more to the act of sexual indulgence. He had yet to use his throbbing hard member but every other sense of his had been called into play. He had touched, smelt, tasted and felt her in every other way. Other than his cock, now pressed hard into the mattress below, the sheath pressed to his belly. He had no way of knowing that she did not plan on letting his cock go where his tongue was.
She groaned loudly as Raghu hit the right spots with now unerring accuracy. The boy was a quick learner, she thought to herself. By now he too must be wildly aroused and that would make it easy for her to finish him, if he hadn't already lost his seed in excitement.
Lalitha's world narrowed down to the throbbing knob of flesh between her legs. Suddenly, Raghu was no body. Certainly not her nephew. There was nothing except a man whose hands and lips were serving her well. She goaded him on, thumping her hips alternately into his face and on the mattress below her.
The orgasm welled up within her and with a shriek she started to throw herself around.
Yes! Stay there.... Yah.....yah.... yah.....yah.......!"yelped Lalitha, holding his ears as she kept him as focused as possible on her bucking and thrashing cunt. She couldn't stop moving but it was critical she present him with an unmoving target. Raghu slobbered through the squishy mess under his mouth, his aunt's secretions and his own saliva mixing to form a steaming wet pot. Lalitha heaved her body helplessly as pleasure wracked her system. Her breasts needed pinching and she gripped them hard, twisting and torturing the flesh and nipples even as she tossed and turned.
Raghu looked up and saw a different Lalitha manni. Her head was thrashing about, her breasts were swollen and in her own hands, and her belly seemed pointed upward as the muscles there gathered in for the impending explosion.
Lalitha had been clenching her muscles as the orgasm pounded her. She felt nervous about the gush inside her. She thought she was losing control of her bladder. When the orgasm weakened her completely and Raghu continued his tonguing a dam burst forth.
That was when she shouted "Drink!"
Her own intensity was such that she couldn't even begin to think of Raghu. She couldn't take him even touching her in an innocuous place, leave alone her clit or pussy. But Raghu had hardly begun. All night on the train coming in he had fantasized about her. He thought she was vulnerable.
He leaned forward and sank his teeth playfully into the flesh of her buttock.
Lalitha cried out in an uncontrollable frisson of violent pleasure. She shuddered and convulsed and struggled to get onto her knees. Instead she collapsed and fell away from Raghu. She kept her legs tightly pursed as the pleasure from her own thighs being rubbed together extended her orgasm.
Raghu was kneeling, his cock regaining some of its volume from taking in the sultry sight of his aunt lying back, her bare breasts bouncing and jostling as she fell back. He held his own cock and his slid up and down once or twice, with intent to move above her and try to get between her legs. Lalitha realized what he wanted. She reached out and grabbed and took a claim on the cock. Her hand joined his fist in stroking the cock.
He slapped her hand aside and lay over her. His hands were on either side of her head, his cock was looming over her, dripping its juices on to her tummy and thighs. He placed his knee between her legs and tried to prise apart the legs so he could get at her.
From her vantage point Manjula could see the cock hang downward, visible to her from between his legs. What was wrong with Lalitha Amma, she wondered. Her nephew had seen her completely in the nude and pleasured her. He was well hung too. She could just as well allow the young master to fill her. Why wouldn't she?
Lalitha reached under and caught the cock in her hand. As Raghu pushed she pretended to be ready to guide him to her love nest. It caught Raghu off guard as she let him gain control of his cock. And then she pulled him down and let him lie with his chest on hers. Her hand however did not leave his cock.
She pushed his cock to her anus while holding him tight to her. She whispered into his ear, "See how difficult it is for you to accept the restraints I impose on you. All my loving cannot control you. What you want is hard desire, which neither you nor I can resist," she whispered into his ear. She pushed Raghu off her; he rolled away to one side, his cock still rigid, waving like a flagpole. She did not want to let him fuck her cunt... she thought about her other hole....
Rubbing the large cockhead on her semi-dry anus, she gasped as she felt moistness spring up. She let go of the cock as it snagged in between her thighs. Quickly placing her hands on his chest she lowered herself on the hard maleness.
She could not help a long, loud groan as it splayed her upon as it speared its way upwards. She found herself being pushed wide open and the cock journeying deep into her, never-ending its invasion.
Raghu felt his aunt's entire ass being open up and swallow him, fluids running down his cock as every thing poured onto him as she opened up.
She had her head thrown back as the cock sank up her channel. It seemed to fill her completely, even as it stretched her out fully. No it seemed to go to her womb! NO- that was her stomach. Oh god, this boy was long AND thick. Her entire being convulsed as she gobbled up all the flesh that was on offer from him. She could not move. She did not want to. Her own orgasm was still only receding and this young man's cock, with its well proportioned volume had reignited fires.
Raghu thrust upward, trying to get his aunt to move. But Lalitha rested her hands on Raghu's chest and stayed put. Lalitha held her own belly, cupping it, feeling deep inside the cock embedded. She searched out Raghu's hand and guided him to feel her belly, as if to show him how deep he had filled her. She had so very nearly missed this!
A gush of new secretions from her cunt swamped Raghu's pubic hair. Raghu's one hand was on her belly while the other flitted from one breast to another, toying with her.
Suddenly, Raghu got both his hands to his aunt's breasts and he hoisted her slightly up. This gave him a bit of space, and he started thrusting upward, fucking his aunt's ass . She pressed his chest down and bared her teeth as his cock raked her anus walls and pleasured her. She shuddered and smiled. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked down at him. She smiled weakly as pleasure, emotion and desire played across her face.
She pounded downward on cue when he pulled back. He thrust up when she came to a rest. The tight grip on his hands on her breasts, holding her up as it were, caused a further frisson of pleasure.
"Raghu! My dear! Are you happy now?" she asked, fucking in rhythm with him. God, this young man was good! Look at the reaming her anus was getting!
Raghu leaned forward and kissed her breasts.
A few more thrusts later, Raghu started to get violent. His hands mauled the tits and his cock rammed harder and harder as he tried to tame his aunt. She flounced up and down on the cock which she was possessed with. After that burst of fluid when Raghu had mouthed her, her vaginal walls were more watery than slippery. The continued pounding was now beginning to feel raw. But now she worried about her own anust being hurt from the virile pounding and thrusting.
She leaned backwards and reaching behind, ringed Raghu's cock with her fingers. The boy yelped as he felt his foreskin pulled back fully and cock head exposed. The asst rode down on the round pink exposed head, driving him wild. Fingers tickled his balls and perineum and finally came Lalitha's master stroke: she invade his anal opening with her little finger.
"Ah" shuddered Raghu. "eeeeeeee" he sobbed out as he felt his sphincter lose control and semen burst forth.
"Shh!" cautioned Lalitha, now knowing that the only person who could hear was actually watching them and masturbating furiously. There was nothing to be achieved by silence.
He nodded, tears running down the sides of his face, "Yes, I am cuming ......!" He stammered.
She nodded vigorously, signaling her own orgasm rather than actually answering him.
She thrust down and held there, her flesh convulsing, gripping and milking his throbbing member.
Raghu tried to thrust up as he desperately sought the friction of her fuck. He could not move. She was trembling and clinging to him, as her anus pulsated around his cock.
When she sucked in her breath, he pumped up. While she had cum before him, she did not end before he started.
His first shot blossomed warmly into her anus. She felt the spray spread into her depths from that first shot.
"Yes," she stammered back, flinging herself on to his chest, letting him feel her breasts. They clung to each other as orgasms washed over in asynchronous waves. Each beating against the other. She leaned forward flopping her breasts on his face so he could suck, lick, bite maul and do whatever he wanted. But she also leaned that forward so that her pussy would now be under her control so she could rake his cock nod milk him completely.
He filled her, saturated her only to overflow and swamp back onto his own pubic hair.
Raghu sobbed in relief as he felt his cock empty out fully and his cock lose its intense hardness of all morning.
As passions receded, bodies sagged. Manjula leaned against the window sill weak from an intense, if unsatisfying orgasm. Lalitha let her body rest on Raghu, allowing him to feel her breasts, his cock to recede while inside her, her thighs on his, her face on his and his hands around her.
Raghu was wet with perspiration and lay back as his aunt's still bubbling cunt pumped on his rapidly receding cock, as if to ensure no drop went unattended. His cock shuddered and jerked gratefully as residual dribbles were coaxed out from the constant rubbing and squeezing.
Lalitha had good reason to allow the gradual slowing and holding the young man close. Now that sex, lust and passion were out of the way, she wanted to leverage the tenderness of the situation fully in getting promises from Raghu to focus on his studies better.
But that was later. Right now, she wanted to stay with the little tremors and the residual frissons of pleasure; sometimes in her, sometimes in him.
They drifted into sleep without knowing it was happening. She awoke once, realizing that he was pinned under her. And while he seemed completely spent and drained, his cock was hard and snagged in her somewhat sore anus
