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Mother of My Best Friend Ch. 04  

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7/19/2019 7:03 am
Mother of My Best Friend Ch. 04


Though bursting with youthful energy and so happy to be in company of such a sexually charged and liberated, mature lady Padma aunty, I had my limits, was tired and after one deep and long ramming of her cunt, I passed off.

When I got up in the morning, a sweating Padma aunty was busy exercising on the floor. She signaled me to be silent and gestured towards to a piece of paper on the side table.

"It was wonderful. But I am sure you will be mature enough to be discreet and sensible. Dr. Rekha could not come, as her car had starting troubles, but promised to meet us some other time. Now, take bath, get dressed and get moving. Don't forget to eat your breakfast. It's on the dining table. Now tear this paper in to small pieces and throw on garbage bin. And don't you dare and foolish to boast around like an idiot. Be good and take care."

After my first sexual encounter during overnight stay with Padma aunty, we both were forced to cool off our lust, due to various compulsions and presence of her husband, uncle Pandey. Moreover, I and her Raman were seized of looming threats of board exams along with all the exam time horrors and anxieties.

I was good in Mathematics but didn't like chemistry, whereas Raman, at that time, was sort of dud in Math's but mugged up boring chemistry lessons quite well.

During those days leading to examination fever and fears, a totally asexual Padma aunty asked me to help her with math's lessons, than what I was perhaps doing. Raman hated algebra and I was not able to make him interested in the subject, whom he found, so boring. She didn't have to tell me to help my best friend, but even then she did her bit quite honestly and admirably. And I knew she wanted her to be an engineer and go to states for further studies to fulfill his dream to be an astronomer. But whenever I saw her, my dick would jerk wildly and raise its head eagerly to again taste the searing heat of her big juicy cunt and ravenous sucking. Remembering the way she had talked and encouraged me, while masturbating her and me as well, used to cause ripples of wild passions through my sex starved young body.

But due to changed circumstances she took care to cover herself well, perhaps not to sexually arouse me, leading to distractions from important business of studies. Very shortly, I come to realize that previously Padma aunty deliberately wore those revealing and short dresses to gradually seduce me and then started to wear baggy gowns and Salwar suits to down and hide her attractive figure. She would now was even less visible and intrusive when Raman and I were studying together in her house. But she made sure, tea and snacks were served to us at right time by her old servant couple, who stayed at outhouse of her large house. I was also neck deep in preparations to score well, as per parent's expectations.

Exams were still about a month away and I did realize that after that great initiation in to real sex, three week back, I could only jerk off twice. Many a times I would have an immediate great erection. But her eyes told me to wait for right time and opportunities. Once she noticed my erection for very long time; took me aside and sternly told me to wait till exams were over. Her purposeful control was amazing and sexual urges were perhaps periodic due to mature age. But I was deeply pained, tormented by her distance and my raging hormones. It was natural for me to treat her behavior as very cruel and insensitive. Nevertheless, heeding her sane advice most of times, I was able to control my sexual urges and get engrossed in studies. During such days and nights, my dick remained limp, lifeless piece of flesh and was used only for pissing. Although, during bathing, the necessary ritual of dick head and foreskin cleaning would result in rampant erections, leading to few moments of simple masturbatory pleasures without going all the way to satisfying ejaculations. Though, I was determined not to think about sex and devote all my energies and time to studies, but sudden relapses to sexual thoughts, leading to painful hard erections were common and too tormenting as well.

Padma aunty used to get herself massaged regularly by a sharp featured, dark skinned Maalishwali Bai (lady masseur) Anja with voluptuous boobs and swinging large butt. Her real was Angela, but was known simply as Anja.

Medium built Anja, a divorcee was a well-known professional masseur of the town, who specialized in giving massages to ladies and used to ride a stylish bicycle. Once a week Anja would come in afternoon and Padma aunty would be closeted with her in the massage room at third floor, for about an hour. When Anja would finish her job and leave quietly, aunty would be sleeping for an hour or more. The door would be closed but not bolted from inside, when Anja left, as it would be impossible for a sleepy aunty, to get up and lock it.

We boys were firmly told to never venture on the third floor, whenever massaging session was on, or Padma aunty was with her close friends from collage days Laxmi and Veena. As far as I knew, they always visited when Pandey uncle was away on tour.

Anja was a daring lady and used to wear pants and shirt tucked in along with a large buckle belt. Her buttocks were melon shaped, which used to be masturbatory fantasy of most of the boys of my age. It was rumored that Anja was more than a masseur and many rich ladies sought her unique but socially forbidden, intimate services. Her charges were tripled for men, who wanted Anja to trim their hairs and massage bald heads in her saloon near railway station in those old days and placid times of late seventies.

Once during a humid afternoon, I was lost in memorizing a tricky formula, while walking down to Raman's house with my books, suddenly Anja startled me by ringing her sharp bicycle bell.

"Rohan Baccha Darr Gaya.." She laughed teasingly, stopped her famed bicycle and stylishly put her one high heeled foot down. At eighteen, I was deeply offended by Anja treating me like a small , though she was well over 30 years old.

"I am not afraid at all...nor a anymore?"

One foot resting on road, made her pants stretched over front and hips, making contours of her cunt and buttocks pronounced. She was quite well built dusky tribal women, whose ex-boxer-soldier brother George owned a taxi service and licensed hooch shop. A drunken George also relished beating people who messed up or hurt his younger sister. He had good friends in police and they tend to turn a blind eye, when George turned violent to beat some bad boys messing up girls, small time thieves and other trouble makers. So if someone didn't like going to Police, he would visit to a helpful George.

So, George was someone like the Don Corleone of a small central Indian town.

To us, , a supposedly permissive Anja was rumored to have rowing eyes. She was believed to pick, use and discard young men regularly. Fearing her brother George, no one ever approached her openly, except few, who were deeply affected by her sensuality and consumed by their own passions. Whenever being foolish, they made Anja angry or felt cheated, a drunken George would arrive to thrash them, befitting their stupidities.

"Oh, I see....but I have watched you dancing naked, dangling your cute little "Nunni.."

Mischievously suggestive Anja smiled and winked. I could feel my dick raising fast and making a small tent in front of my pants, which was noticed, instantly as it was happening.

I was deeply conflicted and unable to respond, feeling further confused by suggestive approach of Anja, mentioning seeing me naked dangling my dick. Her smoldering sex appeal, close view of her cunt shape, round buttocks and pointed breasts bursting out of black bra under thin white shirt put me on fire. I could also see the round and raised yoke of the bicycle seat pushed under her cunt, parting her outer labia. In those days boys used to gossip and speculate how girls use bicycle seats to rub their cunts and enjoy riding bicycle, mostly for such forbidden but easy sensual pleasures.

"Baithoge, Rohan?"

Her invitation to sit on back of bicycle was tempting, but I held back, remembering how a young man was recently beaten up brutally by George. Anja was also supposed to be very temperamental, moody, permissive and fouled mouth. It was certain she was also going to the house of Padma aunty. On an impulse, I nodded my acceptance to sit close to her body and observe her rippling butt and shapely back, closely.

"Okay, the bag in front and hop on, ..."

Her voice was authoritative and full of deliberate mischief. My resolve to not to get sexually aroused and jerk off was getting weaker, as I transferred the bag of cosmetics, ointments and implements to the handle bar of her bicycle. Our hands touched and an electric current passed through me, she smiled and pouted her lips seductively, or so I thought.

She expertly paddled the bicycle as I inhaled deep to smell her loud perfume and sweat. It was the first time I was sitting on back of bicycle of a woman and felt very awkward. Rather, I must have volunteered to paddle the bicycle like a man must do for a lady. But watching her body closely and smelling her perspiration had its own charm as well and that was too compellingly erotic for me.

My hard dick was locked in a difficult and painful position with burning sensation rising all over me. To undo that, I upped my buttocks to relieve the crease of over starched half pant.

"Kya hua...don't move, .." Anja stopped and turned to inspect my unwanted movement.

Oh...so that's it...you all boys are rascals.." Her eyes were fixated at my raised tent, imprisoning my raising hard on. I was further aroused by her lusty sarcasm and mischief but more was about to come.

Agar jyada muskil hai to jhadi ke peeche jaa ke muth mar le..."

My ears got red and didn't know what to say and how to respond. Her advice to go and relieve my sexual tension by jerking off behind the bush me very hard, and I knew what was being gossiped about her wild ways was indeed right and true.

"No...No it's not like that...Anja Bai..." I lied in very conflicted and confused state of mind, further complicated by my painfully hard erection.

Okay....than go and do your susu..." Anja mischievously persisted further confusing and tormenting me.

"But...I don't want to pee..." I protested.

", it's very unhealthy to suppress pissing, you just go and do it....now..." Anja gently pushed me off the bicycle.

"I am not doing it in open...auntie's home is nearby... can wait.." I got angry and protested as Anja watched me with broad smile and twinkles in her large eyes.

"Ha Ha Ha...I know you city are so stupidly shy...for us villagers, its normal to piss, whenever and wherever the need arises...just watch me.." She put the bicycle on its side stand and started walking, swinging her melon shaped butt globes, towards the bushes little away from the narrow road. Anja stopped, turned to look back at me and started unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her pants. I sheepishly looked around to see if someone was watching us. "Come here and take the bicycle along.." I was ordered by Anja, looking around carefully. She walked and got behind a row of dense shrubs and creepers, feeling aroused, expectant and confused, I followed her, desperately looking around to spot anyone who could be out and seeing us.

"Don't worry, no idiot is out during this afternoon and watching us and even if some idiot is, I don't give a damn...dekhne de sale ko.."

She was still holding up her unbuttoned pants with belt end dangling like a big black dick. I could see glimpses of her black panty. Nervously, I put the bicycle on stand and looked around. We were standing in midst of a small grassy patch surrounded and hidden by about six feet high dense shrubs, young trees and wild creepers, shaded by a big Neem tree with wide trunk. It occurred to me that Anja knew this place well and might have been using it, for her escapades. Still it was foolishly daring to do such things. But somehow this sense of many possible dangers was beginning to excite me.

"Now come on take your dick out and ...why you are so stupid and shy..." Anja slap my butt hard and laughed aloud. The sharp sting of slap sent kind of so far unknown erotic charge in my aroused body. On an impulse, I grunted and started to unbutton my half pants. My dick forced itself still hidden in blue underwear, with a distinctive wet patch where the dickhead smeared with juice, stretched to make a big bulge.

"Hmmmm...you are hard boy and I suspected that only.." Her voice turned lusty as she lowered her pants and pulled down panty. Her muscled buttocks were brownish with pinkish tinge, neatly rising up with glorious globes, parting in two luscious halves. A dense patch of black pubic hairs surrounded dark, thick swollen cunt lips.

"Are you taking your dick or, I have to do that for you.." That was enough challenge for me and I let my half pants drop down and pushed underwear to knees, making my dick spring up with a thick string of juice dropping down from the eye.

Ohhh...that's lovely, boy.." Anja cooed in unabashed feminine delight. "Now pull back foreskin and stroke it slowly...hmmm."

My dry throat and thumping heart were making me speechless. Suddenly, dormant fears of someone seeing me half naked with Anja behind bushes, forced my hard dick go limp. The string of juice thickened as dick lost hardness, releasing more juice .

"Now, don't you dare make your Lund go soft, silly boy, or I will beat your Gaand blue with my belt.." She hissed in lusty voice and pulled her belt . The threatening belt was swung and thrown menacingly, missing my butt by an inch. She let it slip of her hand and the wide trunk of tree. The steel buckle made a muted clanking sound and fell down. Though the belt buckle missed my butt, I felt bad and wished that had me. My flaccid dick rose fast. Her large lust filled eyes fixated on me, Anja removed her boots, pants and panty, carefully folded them and put on the carrier of bicycle, where shortly, her shirt and bra also landed. Anja slipped in to shoes and looked around. Her boobs were not big but round and firm topped by thick dark nipples jutting of large aureola.

Transfixed and encouraged by her infectiously daring nudity and smoldering sexuality, I started stroking my dick.

"Hmmm... don't fear anything boy, you are with Anja... stroke your Lund to full hardness." She walked to the raised mud platform around trunk of the Neem tree and squatted facing me, widening her legs apart.

"Oh...I need to now...see..." As she sat down and adjusted her balance on uneven muddy space, her thick cunt lips got parted, scooped , showing her clitoris. A thick jet of pale yellow liquid gushed , making a small crater in the sand. That was the most exciting but forbidden spectacle for me, seeing a nude lady pee in such an open way. My instant urge to imitate her daring pissing forced a trickle of<b> piss </font></b>escape my hard dick. I closed my eyes; an unknown pleasure gripped me, as a jet of<b> piss </font></b>started gushing in wild spurts.

"Hmmm....very nice...you feel good boy..." Deeply aroused voice of lust filled Anja added to my new pleasure. Her breaths reached my neck and ears; I could feel her body behind me, hard nipples grazing my back.

"Don't open your eyes and stroke your lovely Lund..." Her hands touched my butt, nails lightly scratching, she whispered.

"Now bend down...good that you made Padma Didi happy." I stopped stroking and tried to straighten up, wondering how she could knew about me fucking Padma aunty. But that was about to be cleared by deliciously dominating masseur Anja. "Stay in position and stroke...don't you get surprised boy.." Anja held my neck by brutally, nails digging in.

"It was me who suggested Padma Didi to fuck you...and today we may be going have a party...something you will remember through your life...so silly boy, keep your eyes close, stroke your Lund, listen and obey me and maintain secrecy. Or you know what will happen...don't you?"

I nodded my total and unquestioned acceptance. She hummed and cooed as her fingers played with my balls and ass crack, scratching my ass hole by nails. Her breath was getting closer to my neck. I shuddered wildly and a bold of charge passed through when Anja nibbled at my left earlobe. Her tongue traced through neck and reached my shoulder. The spasms of burning sensation passing my body were further jolted by a stinging bite at base of neck, as her teeth kept digging in. I felt my dick hardening like rock, as stronger waves of pleasure seized my body. She slowly removed her teeth, as her saliva raced down, her one hand spanking my butt. Clanking sound of her belt buckle was increasing, as she did what was desired. My mind went back to that deliberately missed at my butt. A sensation started building in my ass, making my stroking more pleasurable than ever before. Suddenly her fingers stopped playing and I sensed she was walking away, making me desperate for so far inexperienced deeper probing. I have never touched my ass, though I knew it was found to be pleasurable.

"Boy, keep yourself still now...I am now hitting you Gaand blue by my belt.

"Yes, yes..I want that...beat my Gaand blue..." I heard myself pleading and waited.

Staaakk

The mild hit of belt leather made me desire harder stroke on my ignited butt. Anjas went on expertly hitting harder and harder. Waves of fiery sensation traveled all over my body, pushing me in a trance.

"Open your eyes and come here.." I heard her order coming from far.

Anja stood against the tree trunk, legs wide apart, swinging her delicious belt. When I was within reach, she grabbed my hairs and pushed me on my knees.

"Hmmm...Lick my Choot deep and good...and listen to me. As I knelt down, the belt swung and come down hard, biting my back and butt.

"Come on boy...lick and lap my Choot as you did with Padma Didi.." Her cunt smelled of and musty cunt juices. My tongue leaped and grazed her clit. Anja held my head between her muscled thighs.

Hmmmm...keep licking boy make me cum hard...than I will stroke and suck you...aahhh...good...finger me deep .....hmmmm....now touch my Gaand ..." Her thighs relaxed to give access to her asshole.

....to be continued.

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