When I look back on that memorable summer with my mamanis, it was THIS week -- the one I spent with Taiba -- that was the most life changing week for me. But more on that later -- and how a week of seemingly non-stop continuous sexual sojourns with my horny and voluptuous aunt -- and my cock constantly buried in her wet and juicy cunt -- changed my life. Let me go back to the morning of the day after. The day after the night -- when for the very first time I had made love to my chubby Taiba mamani. After -- you know -- raping her anus the night before, as some you had commented!
It was very early morning, almost after sunrise, that my eyes opened. I am not that religious, so I usually don't have the habit of waking up that early. Besides, I had been fully drained out by the sex, so I had a good, full night sleep.
As I gathered my wits around me, and my brain fully woke up, I glanced at my beautiful, luscious, plump mamani, sleeping helplessly au naturel next to me.
Oh Taiba! How beautiful she looked! Especially as the blanket had gone below her chest, and her full, big, humongous breasts were on display in their naked, uncovered, unabashed glory. As she snored (very loudly), her boobs rose and fell with her breathing. The morning light glistened on the sweat on top of her areoles and bounced off her radiant skin. Rarely do you use the word 'melons' to describe a woman's bust -- but it would be perfect to call Taiba's huge udders as 'melons'. No wonder my other mamanis called her doodhwali (the milk lady)! Unable to stop myself, I reached out and touched her nipples. Oooh! Those soft, succulent jet black nipples!
I could hardly believe where I was. I had a crush on Taiba for a long time. OK, crush might be too strong a word, but perhaps ... "desire". Or 'lust'. My fat aunt Taiba with her big giant ass and huge melons had been the subject of many of my wet dreams for a long time. Too many masturbation sessions I had spent wanking off to thoughts of her chubby goodness -- her big breasts, her thunderous thighs and her big, rotund ass. And what it would be to sink my hard penis in between those mounds of jiggling and bubbling flesh.
For so long I had flirted, often playfully, sometimes in the open, with her -- sometimes to the chagrin of my other aunts, but I never expected that to lead anywhere. She was my aunt -- my uncle's wife -- after all. All that I expected this summer was that I would be frequently giving her ass a squeeze or her cheeks a kiss, close to her lips. I was her peechwade boy! All the other aunts would joke about how my hand was continuously attached to her bum, holding her or pinching her.
And here I was, rolling her big bare nipples in my fingers as she lay blissfully asleep beside me, naked, after a long night of being fucked -- often -- by me.
What was that noise? I wrinkled my noise and looked at my sleeping aunt. She had farted in her sleep! The blanket had slipped almost completely from her body, and the globes of her rotund buttocks were now on display. As I watched her big bum, she farted again.
I don't know why, but that turned me on so much! I felt like fucking her right now.
In my zest, I must have pulled the blanket, or pinched her nipples a bit too hard, or somehow disturbed my sexy aunt's sleep, as I could feel Taiba stirring awake on the bed beside me. As her beautiful eyes opened, I looked at her pudgy face and fleshy cheeks. She broke into a smile.
At that moment, all I wanted to do was to grab her and violently pound her, rape her, fuck her -- you get the idea. But I controlled myself. Barely.
"Good morning, my handsome Nazu." She murmured, stifling a yawn. Another soft fart escaped her body. She seemed not to notice. I would come to learn that Taiba had a habit of farting loudly, unabashedly, in the morning, when she would wake up.
"Good morning, my beautiful, sexy, delicious mamani, Taiba." I told her, and leaned in for a kiss.
"Um... no." To my surprise, Taiba moved her face away. "Please, Nazu. Let me go brush my teeth. I don't want you smelling my rancid morning breath."
You just farted, mamani!
"I would LOVE your morning breath, mamani." I told her sincerely. "I would love to kiss your dirty mouth and lick your armpits right now, Taiba. And smell your loud farts!"
I swung my arm and smacked her on her big bum.
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Ugh! You are incorrigible, Nazu. You are spanking my peechwade early in the morning! Let me go, you bad boy! I have to go brush my teeth! Spank me later!"
Even as I tried to pinch her buttocks, she wriggled free out of my arms and got up from the bed. I watched her hefty undraped body as she waddled over to the washroom.
"Don't worry, I will be right back, Nazu. Don't go anywhere!" She told me, slipping into the bathroom.
I didn't really mind her morning breath. To tell you the truth, and that may just be the pervert in me, I liked that kind of rawness in a woman. The sweat of an Indian woman after she had been working long hours in the kitchen, or the strange aroma of her unwashed pussy, or her armpit hair when she wouldn't trim for days, or a lady farting with gay abandon -- those actually turned me on. Maybe this is why I had already had sex with three maid servants on campus!
The thought of Pushpita -- the maid that cleaned the lodge -- stirred my loins. Oh how I would love to fuck her after she was tired, dirty and sweaty, after cleaning all the washrooms. My penis stirred. I began to drift into wild thoughts of a threesome with the fat Taiba and the scrawny Pushpita. Oh, I just wanted to hug Taiba's big body and squeeze her fat everywhere, and then kiss Pushpita while pinching the maid's small butt!
I decided to get up as well. I too wanted to brush my teeth. I also thought of Taiba's words.
Don't worry, I will be right back, Nazu. Don't go anywhere!
Hmm ... maybe Taiba is up for some morning sex?
I could hear Taiba pee. I waited until she was done, and I heard her walk over to the sink, before I entered the bathroom.
"Oh." Taiba glanced to look at me, but didn't bat an eyelid. She continued to brush her teeth. "I was wondering what took you so long, Nazu?"
"Er ... I beg your pardon, Taiba?"
Taiba laughed.
"I guess I sort of assumed you were going to invade my bathroom privacy, Nazu." She giggled. "I am just happy you waited until after I had finished peeing."
Well -- tomorrow I was going to catch her in the act, I decided.
I stood in front of the commode and began to pee. I thought Taiba would turn to watch me, but then I heard the door shut. I finished peeing, and then reached for the tissue. After cleaning up, I turned to go to the sink. Taiba was no longer there; having finished brushing and washing her face, she had returned to bed. I walked over to the sink and picked up her toothbrush. It was still wet. Applying some paste to it, I brushed my teeth.
As I said, I am a pervert.
I used to brush my teeth with Shaheen mamani's toothbrush before, and now I was sharing germs with Taiba. After thoroughly brushing, I then gargled extensively with the mouth wash.
"Smells nice." I remarked, sniffing my own breath. Rinsing, I returned to the bedroom.
Taiba was in bed, still naked, tucked in, looking at me with a big smile. I jumped into bed beside her, got in under the covers, and then enveloped her in a bear hug.
"OOOMMPH!" She cried out, as I pressed my lips onto hers, and rolled my tongue inside her mouth.
SMOOOOOOCH!
"Oh, baby." Taiba murmured, as I sucked on her lips.
SMOOOOOOCH!
SMOOOOOOCH!
"Oh ... you are making me very horny, my jaanu." She said, as we kissed.
SMOOOOOOCH!
We continued to kiss long and hard as my hands roamed to massage and pinch her giant boobs. It is amazing, I realized, that I couldn't cup one of Taiba's boobs with the palm of my hand -- so big her breasts were! No wonder she always wore sari and blouse and petticoat -- she wouldn't be able to fit her frame properly in one shalwar kameez!
Taiba by now had her chubby hands wrapped completely around my penis and was giving me a good hand rub. She needn't have bothered as I was as hard as a rock by now. Just the thought of Taiba alone could get my motor rolling. My penis was locked and loaded, ready for action.
"Oh jaanu!" Taiba murmured, rubbing my manhood. "You are ready for your mamani! Oh jaanu! Oh my Nazu! Aao, mere jawani aur izzat -- dono lutlo! (Come, ravish both my youth and my honour!)"
"Let's see if you are ready, mamani." I replied.
My fingers let go of my aunt's huge melons, and made their way down her body, over her fat and round tummy, and down to her love canal.
"Oh, beta!" Taiba closed her eyes and softly uttered. "Oh, my jaan! Oh, my love!"
I kissed Taiba's fat cheeks again, and then pushed two fingers inside her pussy.
"Oooh my jaanu!" Taiba could only helplessly mutter, as I started finger fucking her. The sun was up now, and I could see the light glistening in her juicy hole. She was totally wet by now, and had started to leak.
"OH NAZU! OH MY JAANU!" Taiba was now moaning. "I am yours! Take me! Take me!"
"Oh yes, my bitch." I told her. I climbed up on the bed and positioned myself over her body. I moved my hips up and pressed the head of my cock at her opening. Taiba looked into my eyes.
"Take me, my love."
I pushed forward and Taiba pressed back at me. My sexy overweight aunt was so wet that in one motion, I slid almost the entire length of my cock into my mamani's pussy.
"OH JAANU! OH JAANU! OH NAZU! OH NAZU! OH NAZU!"
Taiba's face was lost in the throes of ecstasy. She was having an orgasm even as I started to get a rhythm going. Her hands were wrapped around my body, clutching my buttocks as I humped her. Even over the loud "thop" "thop" "thop" "thop" "thop" pumping sound as I fucked her, I could hear my mamani's moans.
"UNNNGH!! UNNNGH!! UNNNGH!! MMMMMMMMM!!"
Taiba's first wave of her orgasm had subsided, and I continued to thrust into her. And out of her. In and out. In and out.
"Oh beta!" She could just helplessly murmur, as I pumped her. "Oh beta! You are so big! Oh beta! You are sooooo big! Oh beta! I am not used to this ... I don't know how I am taking you in. Oh beta! I love you! Oh beta! I love you, Nazu! Oh beta! Oh beta!"
As I continued to fuck her, I could not help but be mesmerized by her big bosom.
"Oh mamani!" I told her, in between the thrusts. "You have such nice boobs! Big like watermelons!"
I took each boob in one hand, squeezed them and then licked each nipple in turn.
"Oh beta! Oh beta! Oh beta!" Taiba helplessly continued to moan, unable to mouth anything else, as her second orgasm started to build up.
"Look at you, mamani, moaning like a cheap prostitute." I told her. "Getting fucked by your nephew! Doesn't your husband ever satisfy you like this?"
"Oh beta!" Taiba was in her own zone. "Your mamu has a small cock, Nazu. Oh beta! It's not even fit to be called a cock. You are the true man, Nazu! Oh beta! You are the big man. You have made me your woman, Nazu. Oh beta! You have made me your bitch. Oh, I love you, Nazu. Oh beta! Oh beta! Oh beta!"
I pressed extra hard into her as she yelped.
"OH BETA! Easy, Nazu! I am an old woman! OH BETA! I ... you ... OH BETA!"
"Then I," I declared with an evil smile as I drilled her, "Am reaching parts of you that your husband has never been. You are such a slut, Taiba!"
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Taiba was now shaking again. "I am a slut, Nazu. Slap me. Slap this slut! Slap me!"
I raised my hand and calmly struck her cheek.
SLAP!
"You are a slut, mamani."
"Oh, yes, I am a slut. Oh beta! I deserve to be slapped. Slap me again!"
SLAP!
"You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I am, beta. I am ashamed. Oh beta! Please slap me, Nazu. I am a bad woman."
SLAP!
"You are a kalank -- a black mark -- on womanhood everywhere."
"I know, Nazu. I am so sorry. You are my nephew and I have so much hawas for you. And you for me. Oh beta! SLAP ME!"
SLAP!
"You are such a bitch, mamani."
"This bitch is yours, beta. Slap me, Nazu!"
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Oh ... I am such a bitch, Nazu!"
My aunt began to moan loudly now.
"UNGH! O MY JAAAANU!!! UNGH! UNGH! OOO JAAANU!!! UNGH!"
I couldn't hold it any more. My cock was bursting for relief and I gave in.
I exploded in my aunt.
Taiba was in heaven as I pumped, and pumped, and pumped, my seed into her. As my balls slapped against her thighs, I kept calling her all types of names -- randi (prostitute), chutiya (pussy), kutti (bitch), bhos (cunt) and so on. I slapped her pudgy cheeks a few more times.
Taiba, my aunt, was lapping it all up, as she writhed around on the bed in ecstasy. My hips buckled as I continued to ejaculate into her fertile womb. I was pumping her like a piston, her body getting slammed as I drained my baby batter into her.
"Oh, my love! Oh, Nazu! Oh, my baby!"
As my energy left me, I collapsed on the bed, on her.
Afterwards, as we remained on bed entangled in each other's arms, with my cum dripping down my aunt's thighs, I ran my fingers through her hair. With my softened penis still partially inside her I kissed her on the mouth passionately, and told her, "Oh Taiba mamani! I love you. I want to be your lover for ever!"
Forever? Why did I say that?
Taiba hugged me tight and said, "Oh Nazu beta! Of course. Keep fucking me like this and, I am always yours. Even after you get married, beta! Any time you want to fuck me, I am yours, beta. I will be your fuck toy. Your cum dump! I will be your booty call for life."
I raised my arm.
SPANK!
I hit her on her big rump.
"With a giant booty like that ... you are the best booty call."
SPANK!
"Oh, Nazu! Spank me again!"
SPANK!
"Oh, Nazu! Again!"
SPANK!
Just then her cellphone started to ring.
"What the holy fuck!" Taiba swore, much to my surprise. "Who could it be? At this hour in the morning!"
I turned to the side, and mamani stood up and went to pick up the phone. As she stood up, more cum emptied out of her hole and ran down her legs. My cum! I couldn't help but be proud. I had banged this woman! My own aunt! The second one -- after Shaheen -- that I had banged! It was a magic sight to see my cum -- MY CUM -- run down this fat lady's hole and thighs.
Taiba waddled over to the table where her phone was ringing.
"It's your uncle -- your mamu!" Taiba exclaimed in surprise. "I wonder what he wants -- this early in the morning! Probably he wanted to send some items here for urgent ordering and wanted to discuss with me."
Taiba then sat down on the sofa next to the small table. As she talked with my uncle -- her husband, I felt sort of guilty. I had violated the sanctities of married, and had shagged a married lady. But it was mixed with a nice sexy feeling when I heard mamani talking with mamu without giving away anything. She had just cheated on her husband, having engaged in coitus with her nephew, and here she was, naked, cum dripping down her thighs, talking to my uncle -- her husband, as if nothing had happened!
I also stood up and sat down next to my naked aunt. I put my arms around her and started caressing her big boobs and fleshy thighs as she was talking animatedly with her husband. My hands paid homage to her blubbery breasts and perky nipples. I put my cheeks next to her pudgy cheeks and I could hear my uncle exchange some instructions with his wife, totally oblivious to the fact that his nephew was in the middle of yet another sexual sojourn with his sexy naked plump wife. Taiba started stroking my penis, and she repositioned slightly and parted her fat thighs to enable me to finger her again, even as she was talking to her husband. More cum leaked out of her hole, this time on the sofa.
Ya, we would have to clean this room thoroughly.
This was crazy! I was sliding my finger into her wet and slippery pussy, even as she was talking to her husband! I wanted to suddenly pinch her, she would utter an exclamation, and then her husband would ask her, "What's the matter?", but then I thought better of it.
After Taiba finished and hung up on the call, she came to sit on my lap, facing me and straddling me. My cock was now brushing against her cunt lips, and I started to get aroused, again.
"Couldn't you wait until after the phone call WITH MY HUSBAND, you naughty boy!" She scolded me, even as she was nuzzling me with her nose.
"What did mamu want?" I asked her, as I began to fondle her nipples.
"Hmm..." Taiba had momentarily shut her eyes as I began to play with her tits, but she now reopened them. "He's coming here this weekend, on Saturday morning."
I stopped playing with her big bosom.
"WHAT! WHAT THE HELL ..."
"Oh, don't worry, baby. I will take care of you, my jaanu." Taiba wrapped her arms around me, and pressed her lips against mine to shush me up.
SMOOOOOOOCH!
We kissed for a long time. Gone were the naughty barely platonic kisses I used to plant on her cheeks, at the edge of her lips, at the beginning of this summer. This was a full throated hungry French kiss between two new shameless and naked lovers.
"Why does he have to come?" I complained, when we finally broke the kiss.
"Well, this is his lodge." My aunt reminded me. "And I am his wife. Even though you are using both!"
Taiba giggled at the last part.
"When is he coming?" I asked.
"He's going to come here on Saturday morning," Taiba told me, "Spend most of the time in the store and market, spend the night here with us, and then leave again on Sunday morning."
"Hmm. You mean spend the night with you."
I guess it wasn't that bad. I had to tolerate him for one day and one night. I guess I should -- this was his lodge after all. And his wife. And I was ... as Taiba said ... using both.
Taiba continued to kiss me as I got harder and harder.
"Don't worry about my husband, beta." Taiba murmured. "Oh, jaanu! You are my love now! I am yours! I am your rakhel. Your raandi. Your chutiya. Your kutti. Your bhos."
I stretched myself slightly lower on the sofa, so that it was easier for her to lower her cunt onto my now rock hard penis. I then sucked on her boobs as she started jumping on top of me with renewed enthusiasm. Her phone call with her husband must have made her even kinkier. I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up and down on my lap in consonance to her pace. She was enjoying herself very much as my cock went all the way inside her. However, her weight began to press down on my, and the sofa wasn't exactly comfortable.
"Let's go to the bed again." I told her.
Taiba nodded.
We then shifted to the bed again, and this time mamani laid on the bed, face down and lifted her butt up a bit. She then turned her head back to look at me teasingly.
"Nazu, my jaanu," She requested. "Can you please take me ... how you say it ... doggy style?"
I grinned, and Taiba blushed. As an Indian woman married into a conservative family, she never had these type of experiences. I was now the forbidden fruit giving her a taste of all that she had missed out on.
"Prepare yourself, Taiba." I told her.
I put myself on top of her and inserted my cock inside her wet cunt.
"OHHHHHH NAAAAAZ!" Taiba now screamed as I entered her from behind.
This would be a quick affair. She was sooooooo wet! And I was hard as fuck.
Slam bam thank you ma'am.
I continued banging her. I squeezed my hands beneath her and grabbed both her breasts and played with her nipples. It was almost as if I was milking a cow.
"Ooooh Naaaz!" Taiba was now moaning. She was now crying as I continued to fuck her from the rear. We both came almost together after some time. As my hips bucked and spasmed, I continued to ram her until I had completely emptied myself inside her.
I then reclined to my side and spooned her and again inserted my cock inside her from behind and kept embracing her and holding her boobs. It was an awesome feeling to touch all parts of my voluptuous aunt's body intimately like this.
People yearned for morning sex with their beloved. And here I was, having already copulated with my aunt twice. And we were yet to get out of bed. As I stroked my aunt, I began to make my next plans. There was another lady today I wanted to conquer.
Pushpita the maid.
* * *
I grabbed the petite Pushpita's perfectly round -- albiet small -- behind and started to grope and massage her tits and ass.
"Oh dada!" She cried out. "Let me go please. Your fat mamani is waiting downstairs!"
She didn't protest too vehemently, however, and had a slight grin on her face.
"Shh!" I told her. "You will do what I tell you. Now touch my nunu."
Hearing the stern tone of my voice, Pushpita responded by inserting her hands into my shorts, and starting to play with my cock and balls. I continued to stroke her boobs. A lady's breasts, and her nipples, are the key to unlocking her sexual pleasures. You have to start there, and you have to constantly keep that area aroused.
Pushpita had one more incentive.
The big wad of bills I had put on the bed. Pocket change for me, but a nice tip for her. I didn't want to waste time seducing her. She had let me know, for a long time now, that she was a whore.
"Mmm ... dada, you are good."
Pushpita's fingers were now stroking my hardness. She now moaned uninhibitedly and loudly as I pawed at her breasts. Perhaps a little too loudly -- putting on a show, are we? Time for my next move.
I kissed her on the lips.
"Mmm... dada!" Pushpita murmured. "You are a good kisser. But really ... your mamani is waiting downstairs ... oooooh .... Dada."
SPANK!
I gave a sharp spank on her buttocks.
"Alright. You can go now."
"Yes, dada."
She got one final spank and a lecherous grope on her ass as she turned to leave.
Once she had left, I glanced to the corner of the room. I reached and took out my phone that I had wedged and hidden behind a book on the shelf. It had been recording. I shut off the recording.
So now, I had a video of Pushpita being groped by me, Pushpita stroking me, and Pushpita kissing me. It was insurance. I hoped I didn't need to use it.
* * *
A couple of days had passed. Every day was the same. Taiba and I were like newlyweds. We did everything, everywhere. Right now, we were in the kitchen. It was 11 am.
"I do, badly." She was telling me. "Seeing you cum that much has me hot and bothered."
Just like the previous day, and the day before, I had fucked my aunt in the morning. And then right now in the kitchen. Yes, I had just fucked mamani, this time on the floor of the kitchen.
We moved away from the mess on the floor, my pants still around my ankles to the side of the bar. Taiba was facing me now and I grasped both of her breasts and began fondling them.
"Oh, jaanu!" Taiba sighed. "Gently please. You have so much hawas! We JUST fucked! Again!"
Taiba was only wearing a petticoat, with panties underneath -- the rest of her outfit (the sari, the blouse, the bra) in a heap on the floor. I had fucked her by rolling up her petticoat and pulling her panties to one side. Contrary to my aunt, I was fully naked.
I rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and pressed her areole. I repeated with the other breast. After two days of being ravaged by me, Taiba was no longer insecure about her size. Rather, she was now proud of her big body, but especially proud of her huge knockers. She closed her eyes as I gently caressed the surface of her bosom.
"Oh, Nazu. I love you! I don't want you to ever leave me."
This is when I was glad that over the last year I had taken going to the gym seriously. I was of course quite tall, way taller than Taiba, and I was in excellent shape, but she was a heavy woman. It wasn't easy, but I put my hands on either side of her, grabbed her by the buttocks, bent my own knees and lifted her, heavy though she was, up onto the bar.
PLONK!
My aunt giggled, as her big fat bottom hit the cold granite countertop. My hands found her bare thighs, inching up under her petticoat and driving her wild. She was breathing heavy and quivered with my touch. She leaned back onto her hands, spreading her legs as I inched forward.
My hands found her panties, soaking wet. She was dripping already. I could also smell my own cum in the air, in addition to her juices. Taiba shook noticeably when I ran my fingers up her lips and over her mound to rest where her clitoris was hidden. Pressing harder and rocking my fingers back and forth sideways she cried out in pleasure.
"OH YES!! Nazu beta, please don't stop!"
My free hand found her breast again and her nipple was already hard. I pinched it while manipulating her pussy through her soaked panties. This got her really going. She was more vocal then I expected and louder.
"Oh, Nazu, yes, harder... yes, rub your mamani's choot... harder, harder..."
I was downright grinding on it now and pinching her nipples from right to left and back again. She had her head back, eyes closed and pressing forward into my hand. Her legs began to shake, vibrating into my hand as she continued to tell me not to stop.
"Almost there, almost..... OH, AHH, OOHHH, I'M CUMMING ..."
When she was done, the kitchen counter was also now a complete mess. We had some cleaning up to do, and Pushpita the maid was long gone.
* * *
It was Friday.
It was afternoon, and we had just finished lunch, and had washed up and sat down on the sofa to relax. Taiba then turned to me.
My aunt was now quite uninhibited with me. Gone was any initial shyness and hesitation she had at the beginning of the week. Confidently she pulled down my underwear so I was now naked from the waist down.
"There's my boy toy." She exclaimed. "Naked, and ready."
She then took my turgid dick in her and spit on it. She then rubbed her saliva all over my glistening manhood. She then took my cock in her mouth.
"That's it." I told her. "Suck it, mamani."
She was eager to obey. She tried to take me in completely, and nearly gagged, but gamely kept on going. She took it out of her mouth and again hurled a big wad of sputum at it, and then stroked me again.
"Oh, you make me so wet, Nazu." She said.
She gamely tried to take my whole cock again. I could feel the tip of my penis touch the back of her throat. Once again Taiba nearly chocked, but kept at it. I caught her by the hair and patted her cheeks as she nearly reached me balls. When she couldn't she plopped my dick out of her mouth again.
"OOOOH." She cried out as I withdrew. "I nearly took you in whole that time, beta."
"So you did, mamani, so you did." I complimented her. Taiba was now panting, water in her eyes and she had a glazed look about her as she looked up at me. She stood up, and removed her blouse. I watched as she stripped completely naked. There was no modesty left in her.
She arched her hand back and touched her fat bum.
"Want to do it to me from behind again, beta?" She asked, standing up on her knees and then turning around.
"Oh, yes!" I muttered, as my aunt presented her big buttocks to me and spread her legs. I touched the tip of her love canal with my staff.
"OH IT FEELS SO GOOD." My aunt cried out, as I slowly slipped into her. My job was really easy; Taiba was extremely wet. She continued to scream out as I began to hump her gently.
"OH YOU GO SO DEEP!" She uttered.
I groped and squeezed her ass cheeks as she continued to wail.
"Oh, mamani." I told her. "I am going to make this butt of yours quite red!"
As I continued to fuck her, I raised my hand, and then brought it down with a sharp, fast movement.
WHACK!
A spot of redness appeared on Taiba's right ass cheek.
WHACK!
Another spot of redness appeared on her left butt cheek.
WHACK!
"Oooh. Spank me, beta. I am a naughty whore."
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
I couldn't hold it any more.
"I am cumming, mamani." I told her, before I exploded in her cunt.
Later that night, we made love again when we went to bed. Afterwards, we kissed for a long time.
"Oh Nazu." My aunt was stroking me vigorously with her hand. "This week has been amazing. You have been amazing."
"You have taught me well, mamani." I replied, trying to buttress her as she was in post-coital bliss. "You have given me the greatest gift a woman could give, mamani."
"Oh, beta. It is you ... I am the one receiving ... your hawas! Oh, your hawas! How I love it!"
"Mamani! You taught me how to get hard and stay hard. And how to pleasure a woman."
Taiba rubbed me again.
"You are my greatest joy, Nazu. You are like my lovely new toy! You have satisfied my deepest desires and given me pure pleasure." She kissed me again. "I will never have masturbate again, now that my nephew's fresh cock is here! I don't have to worry about your useless mamu giving me pleasure. Or rather, NOT giving me pleasure! I have you."
We kissed again for some time.
"Speaking of mamu." I said, when we finally stopped kissing. "What's the plan tomorrow?"
Taiba made a face.
"Let me think, jaanu."
As she stroked me, I could see Taiba furrow her eyebrows as she contemplated.
"Your mamu's bus will arrive at 10.30 in the morning." She said, rubbing me. "He will call me if he's running late or early. So we wake up early morning, and prepare."
"Prepare?"
Taiba smiled at me.
"You silly boy. You will take all your clothes, and yourself, and move to your bedroom -- the guest bedroom." She gently shook my penis. "Got it?"
"Yes, mamani."
"And I will thoroughly clean up here. Change the sheets and all that. And all day tomorrow, until your mamu leaves, you will be the well behaved and shy nephew, got it?"
"Er ... yes, mamani."
"You will wear your full pants. No shorts, and of course definitely no underwear. Be decent and no playing with my peechwade when you think he's 'not looking'."
"It will be tough, mamani, but I will try."
"Beta." Taiba leaned over and kissed me. "It's only for a day. It's only for one night, beta. And I have my marriage to think about. If anything happens, it will be a big scandal. You know that, beta."
I nodded. She was right. Taiba then lit up with a smile.
"After your uncle leaves, we have one more week together before your bade mamani comes. And I will make it up to you completely."
Oh yes. I had forgotten about Shaheen!
"So I will make sure that's a week you will remember!" Taiba continued. "Whatever you want."
"Promise?" I asked.
"Promise." Taiba nodded. "You can do whatever you want with me. WHATEVER. Now, beta. Tomorrow is one day I will be away from you, even if we are in the same house."
"It will be difficult, mamani."
"Only one day. I am sure you can behave?" Taiba pleaded.
"Er ... ok, sure, mamani. Don't worry." I reassured her.
"And if," Taiba continued, "Your uncle asks you what you are doing to spend the time, say you are going hiking, and swimming, and so on. And taking me sometimes with you."
"Yes, mamani."
"Now let's sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow. Tomorrow, I go back to being a boring housewife."
* * *
I stood there in the hallway, outside Taiba's bedroom. The door was shut, of course.
Last night, I had been on the other side, in bed, with Taiba. Tonight, I was barred from entry. This time, my uncle was on the other side, in bed, with my mamani.
I felt a pang of jealousy. It was unreasonable, of course. Taiba was his wife. His partner. If they wanted to have sex, they had the full right to do so. They were the husband and wife!
Me -- on the other hand? I was committing adultery with her. I was the other man. I was the one cuckolding my own uncle. Still, I felt angry. I felt something that was mine was being unjustly taken away from me.
All so stupid, of course.
It's only for one night, beta.
Taiba's words came back to soothe me. They were cold comfort, though. I put my ear on the door and listened. As I pressed against the door, to my surprise -- and shock -- I found the door opening. I almost had a heart attack! I had to use my full presence of mind and my agility not to simply slip and fall into their room as the door opened.
Oh crap! That had been close! I immediately froze and stood completely still. Did the door squeak? Did anyone hear me?
Fortunately, the door -- which I understood wasn't properly shut but had been partially open -- hadn't made any sound. It was dark, but slowly my eyes adjusted to the darkness as I peered into the very small space left between the door frame and the door. Luckily, it was a full moon night, and Taiba had the windows and blinds open. Full, brilliant moonlight was flooding the room inside, and I could make out my uncle and aunt on the bed.
They were kissing.
What the hell! I realized that I had been having some hope that my aunt and uncle would simply just go to bed. No such luck. I guess my mamu wanted some, and my horny mamani was only too happy to oblige. The slut! The whore!
A sharp pang of jealousy once again hit me. I felt angry as I watched my uncle kiss Taiba on her mouth, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and then back on her lips. That's what I should be doing! And the fucking slut is actually enjoying this!
I saw my aunt move her hands down in the sheets. I fathomed my uncle was fully naked.
"Oh, jaanu." I heard Taiba say. "Aap to bilkul garam ho ..."
Jaanu! That term of endearment. That's what she used to call ME!!! And now she was calling him that. Truly she was a hypocrite.
Taiba was stroking her husband, and telling my mamu 'you are quite warm'. I saw him unbutton and then take off Taiba's blouse. She wasn't wearing any bra underneath. Her giant melons popped out and swung invitingly. My uncle's hands -- just like any man's would -- immediately went for her huge breasts.
"Oh, jaanu!" Taiba cried out. "So much hawas you have for me! Please, take it easy."
I froze when I heard that, and the hair on my arm rose. This ... was the same line she had used on me! That I have so much hawas -- lust -- for her! And now she was using it on her husband!
I didn't know what to make of it. Maybe ... she was just inexperienced ... and using the same lines? Or ... was it just an act of hers? I mean ... I thought she really meant it for me.
He had her fully naked by now, with the petticoat and panties off, and I heard the wet sloshing sounds as my uncle's fingers went into my aunt's clit.
"Oh, jaanu!" She murmured helplessly. "You have made me so wet."
Again ... the same line!
She now laid down on her back, and my uncle climbed on top of her. All the time she was kissing him, saying the same dirty things to him as she had to me. TO ME! My uncle sucked on her tits for a bit, before positioning himself and his erect penis at the mouth of her cunt.
At least one thing I knew that Taiba said was true. I was much, much, much bigger than her husband.
And he wasn't going to last long.
With a grunt, mamu slammed into my Taiba.
"OH IT FEELS SO GOOD." My aunt cried out, as he slowly slipped into her. "OH, JAANU! YOU GO SO DEEP!"
Again the same words. The same! And she was lying! He definitely did not go that deep.
My mamu was now slamming into my aunt, causing the old bed springs to squeak and groan nosily in rhythm to his hammering. I know he was going to cum at any point now.
Taiba's passion was now building as she started to cry out, "Oh my love! Don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck me harder, fuck me, my love! Fuck me now, I love you!"
With her eyes tightly shut she was hugging him, screaming as if she had a massive orgasm coming for almost a minute. My uncle had slowed down and fucked her with long slow deep strokes, while deep kissing her mouth.
"Taiba, I am coming." He announced.
I watched his arse cheeks tightened to form a slit, his face contorted. He grunted as he ejaculated, filling up her vagina with his semen till it overflowed staining the bed sheets, she grasped his balls squeezing out as much juice as possible. He bit her neck and kept ejaculating for quite some time before finally collapsing with his full heavy weight on her. He remained inside her for almost five minutes making sure his seed soaked in. They caressed and kissed before he finally rolled off her, his cock semi erect and still dripping cum.
I slowly walked back to my room. Once I was in bed, snuggled, I started to think what was going on.
Taiba had not been lying when she had said her husband had a small prick. Or that he didn't satisfy her in bed. Those two facts I had seen with my own eyes. Their actual sex hardly lasted a couple of minutes before he was cumming in her. Taiba had made a lot of sounds, but had pretended to have an orgasm. I knew she was faking it. I mean ... I couldn't be sure, of course, but I did fuck the lady. She was wet, true, but she hadn't reached the climax, and he was done.
But what else?
Taiba clearly loved her husband. She called him all sorts of endearing terms -- terms that I thought had been reserved only for me. And he too loved her. I was expecting a typical Bollywood villain, and this wasn't. I mean, this was my mamu! He was nice with her, he was gentle with her, he loved her, and he fucked her.
From listening to Shaheen and Taiba complain about her treatment, I had assumed mamu would be quite aloof. He wasn't. He was your typical senior middle aged husband, having a typical Indian sex with a wife, leaving her typically unsatisfied, but not unhappy.
So where did that leave me?
I was ... in Taiba's own terms ... her "lovely toy". Her side fuck. Just like I was Shaheen's. I didn't mind that, but I genuinely thought I had connected with those ladies on an emotional level. It was clear that it was sex. And nothing else.
I could live with that. Of course. I was a guy. I should be happy with that. So why was I finding this troubling?
Oh well, tomorrow, when mamu would leave, I would resume my assault on my aunt's delicious cunt. Oh how I would spank her! She would pay for calling my uncle jaanu! Taiba would be at my mercy, at my beck and call, for a week, before Shaheen would join our little menage-a-trois. Ooh... now that was a giddy prospect.
-x-X-x-
The phone rang around 5.30 in the morning. It was my aunt Taiba's cell, and the ringtone was an annoying Bollywood high pitched tune. The sun had still not risen on what would be a hot August summer day, and both my aunt and I were in deep sleep.
"Taiba." I poked her in the butt. "Mamani! It's your cell phone."
"Hmm..." Taiba murmured in her sleep.
The phone continued to ring.
"Taiba." I put my hand under the sheets to find her buttocks again. "Wake up and get your phone."
"Mmmm." Taiba once again mumbled something. Even I putting a finger in her anus didn't wake her up.
We were both tired, of course. It had been a late night. The room still stank of our sweat. And of sex.
I had fucked my Taiba mamani twice last night. The first time we had ended up in the missionary position, with me cumming in her hole, as she lay spread eagled. For almost half an hour we had laid in that position, with my cock buried deep inside her, my cum continuously seeping inside her. We lay together as I stroked her bottom, caressed her big boobs, kissed her on the mouth and eyes, and licked her cheeks. That was how the second round had started.
"Spank me, Nazu." As my cock had stirred again, Taiba had looked into my eyes and pleaded. "Please spank me. I have been a bad girl."
I nodded. It had been a couple of days since I had properly and thoroughly spanked my mamani. Taiba was a fun woman to spank.
To spank her, I had to move. As I had withdrawn my cock from her cunt, there was a sharp audible plonk sound.
"Oooh." Taiba had started to giggle. "You had completely filled me up, Nazu!"
OLE! OLE! Jab bhi koi ladki dekhu ... OLE OLE!
The night was becoming clearer in my head, even as her cell phone continued to ring and then blare out its annoying 90s Bollywood tune.
OK, back to last night. After taking my large and still semi-hard penis out of her cunt, I gathered the two biggest pillows and put them in the middle of the bed.
"Turn over and place your big fat tummy on these pillows." I had instructed my mamani. "I want your large butt cheeks high in the air."
"Yes, beta."
Cum continued run down her thick thighs as I made Taiba turn over on her big belly. There were lots of gelatinous fat on her belly, buttocks and thighs, and everything jiggled as she positioned herself for her spanking. I squeezed a bit of her butt cheeks between my forefinger and thumb of one hand.
"You should really stop eating the samosas, mamani." I had told her, pinching her butt cheeks.
"Ooooh. Yes, beta." Taiba acknowledged. "I am sorry beta, I just cannot control myself."
I looked at my chunky aunt. Lying there shamelessly on the bed, stark naked, on her fat stomach, with her wide bottom raised in the air, and cum trails down her big thighs. With her legs spread apart, I could actually see her cunt hole. Her pubic hair, thick and curly, was matted down with her sweat, my cum, and her own juices. I placed a finger there, and felt Taiba gave an involuntary shudder. More juice flowed out of her hole. I put yet another finger there.
"You really are a slut, mamani." I scolded her. "Lying here, naked, in front of your nephew. Cum dripping down your cunt. Just few days after having sex with your husband on this very same bed!"
"Yes, Nazu. I am a shameless slut."
SPANK!
I raised my hand and brought it down hard.
SPANK!
Again I hit her buttocks. Hard.
SPANK!
And again.
SPANK!
A small red spot began to emerge on her right butt cheek. That is where I had struck her. Again and again. I put my hand on her left butt cheek now.
"You call your husband jaanu." I said, rubbing her giant ass. "And yet you call me jaanu. You are a slutty housewife who is betraying her innocent husband by seducing her nephew!"
"Yes, beta. I am a horrible wife. I deserved to be spanked."
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
I struck her, calmly and repeatedly, this time on her left butt cheek. Every time I hit her, all the fat of her body shook and her buttocks jiggled. More and more juice was now flowing out of her, staining the pillow and the sheets. Pushpita the maid would have to wash all of this tomorrow.
"You enticed your own nephew into bed." I had told her, patting her blubbery rump. "Every one of my aunts knows how your peechwade is always open to me -- your young nephew!"
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
"You now go into the bathroom without closing your door. You are my mamani, and yet you have no shame in urinating in front of me!"
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Your blouse is always loose, and your cleavage showing. You have big boobs, mamani, and yet you have no shame in showing them to the rickshaw wallah, the dhaba wallah and so on!"
"Oh, I am sorry, Nazu. I do try, you know, but sometimes the blouse buttons feel tight, and ..."
"No excuses!"
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
I had continued to spank her until her giant rosy pinkish white buttocks had turned a bright, crimson, cherry tomato red. One of the joys of spanking Taiba, in addition to the kink of spanking a naked fat woman and watching her buttocks jiggle, and the fact that she was your mamani, was how red her ass would usually become. Taiba was kinky, and a fun girl to spank.
Initially she was in heat and had urged me on, and then she had turned quiet as I had continued to spank her. Finally, Taiba had whimpered every time my hand came into contact with her skin. I had been spanking her for about half an hour now. Her ass must be stinging in pain. I looked at her, lying there, naked, vulnerable, her cherry dark red buttocks raised and inviting. I couldn't control myself.
I positioned myself behind her and grasped her by the hips, even as my penis touched her butt cheeks. Before my sweet aunt could understand what was going on, I thrust myself into her.
"Oooooooh, beta!" Taiba cried out as my rock hard dick burrowed into her anal cleft. Her hands clutched the bed sheet and her toes curled as I rammed into her.
"Beta, please!" Taiba pleaded. "Please be gentle! You just spanked me there, beta! Or ... or ... please cum in my vagina! Not my ass, please!"
"Taiba ... I ... cannot." I mumbled. My ass was now grinding against hers, and my penis tunneling its way even more into her anus. "I ... have to ... now."
"OK, beta." Taiba whimpered. I knew she was feeling not only the pain of being taken in her rear, but also the sting on her ass where she had been spanked, and which was now rubbing against my skin. "Please, be fast then, beta."
"OK ... mamani."
She needn't have asked; I couldn't take it any more. Her fat thighs and her glutinous buttocks were clamping down on my hardness, and her wetness and her reluctance for anal sex and my desire for it all culminated as I exploded inside her bum.
"Oooooh, beta!" Taiba could just cry and hang on, even as I was rocking hard, violently smashing into her. Her eyes were closed as she felt my pulsating penis pump wades of semen deep into her bowels. As I drilled her ass, I had now lost control, and was cumming helplessly. For the second time last night, my penis trembled as oodles of spunk emerged in a torrential rush into my aunt, this time through her anal cavity.
That is why she was now finding it hard to get up. The phone was continuing to ring.
I put my hand on her buttocks yet again, right where I had spanked her the last night, and pinched her hard.
"Ow!" Taiba moaned. "OK, baba, ok. I am answering it."
The cell phone was on the bedside table beside Taiba. I was now fully awake, so I watched as my aunt turned over to answer it. I watched the crack of her buttocks, remembering how it felt to enter that with my penis. I felt myself stirring as I gazed at her naked behind, while she answered the phone.
"Uh, uh." She was listening to someone on the other end while just making acknowledgement noise.
"I see."
"OK."
I wondered who it was. As my eyes gazed on her peechwade, my cock was now trying to regain its rigidity. I wanted to bonk my mamani again, but it would be rude to do that while she's on the phone.
"I see." Taiba was now speaking. "Just keep doing what you are doing. I will try to be there soon."
She hung up and turned to me. As she turned around, her giant, huge, balloon-like breasts rose in the air like a pendulum and fell on this side of the bed, as she now faced me. I marvelled at the fact that I was sharing a conversation with her, on the bed, stark naked, while staring at her melons.
"Nazu." Taiba was now fully awake. "I have to go visit my cousin Narmeen's place. Her mother -- my khala (aunt) -- has high fever."
Narmeen's mother and Taiba's mother were sisters, and I knew Narmeen was a middle aged lady, widowed, who lived with her old mother alone in the next village. Her only son was away in Dubai, so now with a sick aged mother to tend to, someone would have to come and help out. I knew Taiba was close to her old khala. I propped myself next to Taiba and gave her a hug.
"Your khala will be fine, mamani." I said, wrapping my arm around her extra wide hips. "Don't worry."
"Thank you, Nazu." Taiba hugged me back. For some time, we remained encased in each other's arms, her big breasts resting against my chest. I then kissed the nape of her neck.
SMOOCH!
"When will you be leaving, mamani?"
"I can get ready quickly, and if you call a rickshaw, I can catch the 7 o clock bus. Or maybe the 730."
"OK, mamani."
SMOOCH!
I kissed her on her right cheek. I couldn't help it. When you hug Taiba, you have to kiss her. Her round, plump cheeks were just begging to be kissed. No wonder anyone who hugged Taiba -- even an innocent, platonic hug -- ended up kissing her on her cheek. I have seen Taiba been kissed on her cheeks by so many of her male relatives than should have been proper. Uncles, cousins, nephews, colleagues, in-laws ...
"Mamani." I suddenly thought of something. "The morning buses are full of those labourers. If you go, your gaand ... I mean ... you know in those crowded bus ..."
SMOOCH!
I kissed her again, and then patted her rump. Sexual harassment on these buses was not a joke. It was an epidemic.
"I know, beta." Taiba smiled. She had a beautiful smile. Pearl white teeth, and her rosy red lips and pink complexion of her fat cheeks gave her a beautiful look. "But what to do! I want to go early so I can come back early."
"Oh!"
SMOOCH!
I kissed her again.
"Thank you for thinking of me and coming back tonight, mamani." I told her. "But Shaheen mamani is also returning today. So if you like, you can stay at your khala's. That way you can catch a later bus and your gaand will be safe from those labourers' wandering hands."
Taiba seemed to think about it for a minute, before shaking her head.
"No, I will come back tonight. What Narmeen really needs is someone to come and cook the food for a few days so she can spend the time taking care of khala and getting her better. And as for the labourers, I can handle them."
Or, more likely, they will handle you, mamani, I thought.
"Are you sure, mamani?" I asked, giving her one final warning. "You remember what happened last time you were on the bus at this time. You yourself told me some man's hand, or another's, was on your peechwade the whole time, pinching, probing. You said it seemed the whole bus had groped you, fingered you, pinched you."
Taiba gave a nervous giggle.
"I might have exaggerated a bit, Nazu." She answered. "I know I will be pinched or fondled a few times. That's ok -- it's only a fifteen or twenty minute bus ride. And I really want to go early so I can come back early. If a few man pinch me on my gaand a handful of times, I can take care of it."
It won't be a handful of times, Taiba, I thought. Some man or another will have his hand on -- and in -- your ass the whole time.
I didn't realize at that time how prophetic my feeling was.
"I see." I replied. "As you wish, mamani."
I slowly pressed my lips against Taiba's. She returned the kiss, hungrily. Our tongues searched for each other amidst our saliva and we kissed for a long time.
"OK, Nazu beta." Taiba reluctantly stopped the kiss. "Let me go now, beta, before you rape me again. We don't have time for that. I want to take a quick shower and get ready."
"I don't rape you, mamani." I replied indignantly. "You know you like it."
"I am sorry, beta." Taiba kissed me on my lips. "I didn't mean it that way. Will you forgive your old mamani?"
"Yes, mamani. And I will call the rickshaw wallah."
"Who, Tara Singh?"
"Yes, Tara."
I watched as Taiba got up from the bed. Her whole body was full of marks. Her neck and breast had some large hickeys where I had kissed her and sucked on her skin. There were some bite marks on her back, and her buttocks of course still had the marks of her spanking. As she stood up and stretched, I couldn't really control myself.
The sight of her fleshy gaand was too much. I walked up to her and pressed myself against her back. My penis burrowed its way into the crack of her buttocks.
"Oooomph!" Taiba grunted, as I wrapped my arms around her. "Beta, please."
"You are so beautiful, mamani." I told her.
"Please, beta. Not now." My aunt continued to plead. "I will be late."
I ignored her and my hands squeezed her bottom. Even though she wasn't liking it, her body was starting to respond in sexual heat.
"Beta!" Taiba managed to beg. "You have to accompany me to the station, and then be back in the house before the maid will be here. There's simply too much to do."
"OOOOOH how I love your peechwade, mamani." I completely ignored her reluctance, pinching her sharply on her ass and causing her to yelp loudly. My hands then found their way to her front as I grabbed both of her boobs. She titled her head back in resignation as I kissed the nape of her neck, even as my hands continued to squeeze her tits.
"OK, mamani." Reluctantly I had to let her go. She had a point after all. We couldn't be late -- she had a bus to catch.
A bus full of men who would love a piece of her big ass.
"Let's get ready."
* * *
In an hour, we were both completely ready. Tara Singh was here.
Tara was the same rickshaw wallah who had brought Taiba from the station to our house two weeks ago. I remember how, when I had greeted Taiba at the door, I had hugged her, kissed her cheeks and felt up her big bottom, all in plain sight of this man. He had watched, with big eyes, surprised, as I put a finger in my aunt's ass crack, and then pinched her bottom, all in full view of anyone on the street.
At that time, Taiba hadn't seen Tara looking -- she was too much in shock and arousal as I had molested her. Yes, I should have been more discreet -- my aunt was a married lady, and she had a reputation to protect in Tinpur, but what I had instead done was wink at this rickshaw driver, pinch my aunt's big bottom in front of his eyes, grab the meat of her ass cheek and jiggle it, and then make a shooing motion for him to get up on his rickshaw and leave as I continued to play with her gaand in public.
Then, when Taiba and I had to go to the city in the afternoon, by chance it was Tara again who our rickshaw driver was. Maybe it wasn't so much of a coincidence, as Tara used to ply that route. In any case, when the rickshaw had stopped near the gates of the village market, it had been afternoon on a weekday, and so the place was relatively empty. When I realized this was the same rickshaw driver, who had seen me molest Taiba already, I decided to continue to do that.
As I paid him his fare, I had reached out and grabbed Taiba by her buttocks.
"She has a nice gaand, na?" I had asked Tara, kneading my aunt's posterior right there, openly on the street.
"It is big and fleshy." Tara had agreed, nodding. Taiba had stood there helplessly, her face blushing a bright red, as I poked her rectum, pinched her ass cheeks and then gave it a satisfying whack. All in public in the street.
That was when Tara and I exchanged phone numbers, and whenever we needed a rickshaw, I used to call him. I used to tip him well too. Riding on Tara's rickshaw meant Taiba and I could continue our amorous activities on the ride without worry. I knew Taiba was a slut with me and she liked it when I squeezed her boobs or pinched her gaand in front of Tara, or talked dirty to her. Whenever we would get home after such an excursion, we would have hot, passionate sex.
I also used Tara's services when I had to go to the village by myself for various reasons, and he was very chatty. I learned that he was a widower, and he lived alone. He had two sons and a daughter. His daughter lived with her husband in Qatar. Both his sons had just moved to Canada to work as well. His sons eventually wanted him to join them, but Tara loved the simple village life too much.
Right now it was early morning, around 630 am, and Tara was outside the lodge, waiting for us. The sun had just come up, but it was already getting hot and muggy. I held Taiba by her hips, helping her up the rickshaw. Once she was seated, I got in beside her, and slipped an arm around her waist.
"Dada, are both of you going on the bus?" Tara asked me, as he began to pedal and we started towards the bus station.
"No, Tara." I answered. I knew why he was asking. "Mamani has to go to her khala's place."
"Why?" Taiba asked.
"Memsahib." Tara replied humbly. "The men on the bus at these times are not good. They ... harass women who travel alone at these times."
"I am sure I can deal with a couple of misbehaving louts." Taiba snorted. "I have travelled before."
"Memsahib." Tara insisted, even as he pedalled hard. "The men now ... they are more ... misbehaved. Some gundaa, mawali are also there. If you go ... memsahib ... I can assure you ... Aaapko pareshaan karegi (they will bother you)."
The word pareshaan meant bother, and it was a polite euphemism for sexual harassment. Taiba however seemed unperturbed.
"Nonsense." She replied dismissively. "I know how to take care of myself."
"As you wish, memsahib."
Wisely Tara did not say another word until we reached the bus station. He stopped outside, in the rickshaw lot. I got down and helped my chubby aunt get down as well.
"Ok, beta." Taiba turned to me. "I will see you in the evening then."
"OK, mamani."
I hugged Taiba again. In full view of the other rickshaw drivers, I put an arm around her waist and then kissed on her cheeks, very close to her lips.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"See you." Taiba turned and headed towards the ticket counter. Plenty of eyes followed her big figure as she left the rickshaw stand. I turned to Tara.
"Tara." I told him. "Change of plans."
I quickly paid him for the ride, and then tipped him generously.
"I am going to take this bus with my mamani." I told him. "And I will be back on the next bus."
"I see, dada." Tara smiled. "You want to stay and protect your mamani on the bus. Good for you."
"Something like that." I lied. I wasn't about to tell him everything. "Just be here in an hour -- at 8 -- so you can drop me home."
"Yes, dada."
As he left, I quickly covered my face with my baseball cap, pulling it so it was shaded, and put on my dark sunglasses. I then headed towards the ticket counter, taking care to stay well behind Taiba so she wouldn't see me. I watched my mamani as she made her way to the crowded ticket booth. She thought I was naïve and ignorant, but I knew exactly what was going to happen here. As I had alluded, the sexual harassment of women on board these inter village buses had become a huge problem recently. It was on an epidemic level.
This was Tinpur -- one of the most patriarchal, backward, close minded villages in the state. The average family was poor and uneducated, and the men earned through menial jobs such as farmer or labourer, while the women worked in the fields or as housemaids to a few of the rich. Most of the well off people lived away from the village in their own gated places, like my mamanis and their lodge. And this poor, male dominated, uneducated patriarchal culture meant certain things that were completely out of place in New India such as Kolkata and Delhi were common place here.
Such as harassment of women on public transit. It was only tolerated, but tacitly accepted and encouraged.
It was sort of acknowledged in Tinpur that the morning buses, from 630 to about 10 were mostly for the labour class men to go between villages for jobs and also for them to go to Kolkata for shift jobs. Women and families tended to avoid these times. If you were a woman who was travelling on the crowded bus, full of men from the lower strata of society, at these times by yourself, alone, you were going to subject yourself to harassment and molestation. It was well known, and sadly, people looked the other way when it happened.
After all, why a woman from a good family would ride the bus on that time, went the backward thinking. If she was molested, she deserved it. By travelling on that time, she asked for it.
The women who usually travelled on these routes at this time knew fully well that they would be pushed up against strange men, their asses were going to get pinched, their buttocks groped, and a hand or two would rest on their waist, caressing them, and they could do nothing about it. Just grin and put up with it until the journey was over, even as their backside was being molested.
These ladies also knew that as long as they let the pervert men get away with this, nothing else would happen. There was a delicate balance. The eve teasing lecherous men also knew their limits, and were discreet in their molesting. If a lady was travelling with her husband or some other male relative, she was usually (and I say usually) left alone bar an "accidental" touch or two. Yet, those "accidental touches" would happen, and happen all the time. And if, however, if she was alone, the lady was considered fair game and men were drawn to her like moths to a candle. She knew it, the men knew it.
It was all done in a very hush-hush wink-wink nudge-nudge manner.
There was even an understanding of the limits this molestation would go to. If a lady was putting up with advances on her bottom, saying nothing as her ass was being pinched, groped and even fingered, or her navel played with, the men who were enjoying her respected this limit and did nothing else to her. No one played with her breasts, for example. Or tried to forcefully kiss her.
The men would also stop their molestation two to three minutes before the bus reached its destination, giving the lady time to compose herself, smoothen her dress or makeup. Being discreet was always part of this delicate unspoken deal. Usually (and again I say usually) it would be six or seven men to one lady, and they would shield the scene from view so no one else could see or record the scene. The lady would be shared between this six or seven men, and often she wouldn't even see their faces, as the assault would happen from behind. All she had to do was cooperate, stand stoically and look on straight ahead even as the men played with her rear bottom.
As long as the lady did not scream, draw attention or try to create a scene, her harassment and molestation would be within these limits and would be discreetly done. When the bus ride was over, she was left alone. No one followed her, no one teased her afterwards. The lady herself wouldn't feel in any further danger, as most of the time she didn't even know who had molested her. It could happen that you -- the lady -- could be buying vegetables from the same man who -- unknown to you -- had his finger up your ass the previous day on the bus. The man would know, for sure, but you the lady wouldn't, which added to this power dynamic.
I knew most of these from Taiba and Shaheen's past accounts about their own harassment on these bus rides, and from talking to Tara a few times. Since Shaheen -- being tall and of heavier built -- usually wore shalwar kameez, no one could play with her bare waist, so men usually restricted themselves to her buttocks. She would be standing, holding on to the handrail, when a hand would be discreetly placed on her buttocks. After fondling her for a bit, the hand would grope her ass cheeks, and perhaps softly pinch her bottom once or twice, before moving on. Usually the men stopped after a few minutes, as there were five or six other men waiting to have their turn. But sometimes this rule was relaxed if she was the only lady on the bus. I had overheard Shaheen remarking to Taiba that once on an eighteen minute bus ride she had been groped by 28 different men, including the conductor. It seems everyone except the driver had had a piece of her ass.
With Taiba, it was different. She used to wear saris, so a bit of her big waist and hefty tummy were always visible and showing. Given that she was chubby, with big gelatinous buttocks and giant bouncing boobs, she always attracted more attention, and hence she usually avoided travelling during these times unless it was absolutely urgent. Like today. Lechers and perverts were drawn to her like flies to honey. She would often find herself surrounded by men and the bus would be crowded, with these men pressing against her.
A hand would automatically be placed on Taiba's big naked waist, from either side. The hands would remain there, caressing her skin and taking turns playing with her navel, until replaced by other hands. Another set of hands would immediately tap her bum.
If the bus wasn't too crowded, Taiba's big bottom would be groped, pinched, caressed, fingered or spanked (only lightly, remember it was all discreet and no loud noises could be made). However, if the bus was crowded, men would push up against her, rubbing their hardness against her. Taiba would be holding on to the guardrail, standing helplessly as men after men dry humped her, placing their hardness in between the clefts of her giant derriere, rubbing against her, all the while their hands holding her firmly by the waist.
At about three minutes remaining till the journey, suddenly one of the men would say something. Immediately all hands would immediately withdraw themselves from the women they had been harassing, and one of the men would tap the lady on her bottom -- a farewell tap as well as an indicator. This was when the ladies smoothened their dresses and composed themselves, or retouched their make up. So far they had mentally zoned out to the harassment; but they would use these three minutes to get back mentally into the 'real' world.
I knew that none of my mamus -- my uncles -- knew of this. For the most part, they didn't even know their wives travelled by these common bus. And even if they did, they never suspected what happened on the buses, and my aunts weren't going to tell them.
Of course my mamanis never told me all of this in detail. All I knew directly from them was some minor details. I pieced together the whole narrative from overhearing their conversations with each other from time to time, and other information from hearsay, and then from seeing it happen to women myself on the buses when I had travelled a few times, and from conversations with Tara.
Every one in the village, from the lower class men to the single women who usually travelled knew the rules of the game. Hence families and respectable women avoided the morning times, which was filled with labourers, farmers and other poor men, and also hoodlums, jobless perverts and others.
So, given all of this, I was a bit curious as to why Taiba would travel at this time. She could easily take the 10 am bus. Her inner slut must be acting up. In any case, I followed my aunt discreetly.
I watched as Taiba approached the throng of men milling about near the ticket booth. With her big sashaying buttocks and giant swinging boobs, draped in a sari that clung to her chubby body, she was bound to draw attention from the labourers. Taiba tried to draw in her achal so she was showing less of her cleavage, but even her pallu couldn't hide how huge her melons were. A lot of eyes were now on her.
"Bhabhi." Suddenly one of the men approached her, using the honorific title that men use here to address women. He was tall, dark skinned, and sported a big moustache. If I was casting him in a movie, he would be a proper 90s Bollywood villain.
"Bhabhi. Are you travelling by yourself?" He asked my mamani. "Are you trying to buy a ticket?"
It did look like Taiba's harassment was starting early, even before the bus ride. If this was a big city, the proper response would have been to ignore this man and proceed to the ticket counter, but this was Tinpur. Taiba, having travelled a few times, knew the rules of the game. She had to be respectful, deferential, even as she was being besieged.
"Yes, dada." My aunt replied. "I have to take this bus to the next village."
A couple of other men were slowly beginning to gather around her.
"I will help you get the tickets, bhabhi." The man replied with a leer. "Since you are travelling alone, you will need help. There's a lot of men around and I don't want to see you hurt."
"Er ... thank you, dada." Taiba answered. She gave a brief look around to see all the men starting to walk towards her, and then turned back to the man. "OK, dada. Will you help me?"
"Sure I will, bhabhi." A big grin lit up the man's face. He immediately turned to the crowd.
"Hey, move aside! Move aside! Let our Bhabhi through!"
He stepped aside to let Taiba proceed. As my mamani went past him, he quietly slipped an arm around her waist and walked with her. I noticed my aunt give a small shudder as the man's arm rested on the bare skin of her waist, but she said nothing.
"Move aside! Move aside!" The man hollered at the others crowding the theatre, who reluctantly made way. "Bhabhi has to buy a ticket."
Holding her firmly by her big waist, the man led Taiba to the ticket counter. Some other men had now slipped in behind her, hiding my view of my aunt and her paramour temporarily, so I inched in closer. I noticed that as Taiba bought and paid for her ticket, the man's hand was on her bottom. He was squeezing and fondling my aunt's ample derriere, right there at the ticket booth, with no resistance from my mamani. Five other men were hiding this blatant sexual assault from the view of the general public by standing behind her and shielding her from view. I was able to see only because I was a bit closer, AND I knew exactly WHAT to look for, and WHERE.
It was a bit unnerving. Usually the molestation started once the lady was on the bus. This was very unusual. Taiba was being molested right out here in public, in full view of anyone not blocked by the few men standing behind her. This man was groping my aunt's ass in public.
Taiba turned to the man.
"Thank you, dada." She forced herself to smile, even as this man was lecherously pinching her buttocks. "I have the ticket."
"Good!" The man smiled, and withdrew his hand from her bottom, only to stand beside her and slip it once again around her waist. "Let me accompany you on the bus, Bhabhi. Times are bad, and you don't want to be alone on that bus. You have a big gaand, and men here would love to pinch that."
Men like yourselves, I thought. Again, it was unnerving how upfront and honestly this man was crudely telling my mamani, you have a big gaand and it would be a shame if something happened to it.
"Ooh." Taiba's face momentarily fell, before she regained her forced smile. "Thank you, dada."
They were now walking back towards the bus, his arm firmly around her hips. Five other men followed them very closely behind, shielding them from everyone else's view. Even if someone had spotted them, from the way this man had his arm wrapped around my mamani's waist people would think he was her husband. The only clue that this wasn't so was the fact that my mamani was visibly a high class lady, especially with her pink skin and her rich clothes, whereas the man was noticeably from the lower class, and dressed like a typical hoodlum.
It was highly unusual, as I said. Men would usually wait until Taiba was aboard the bus. What was going on.
Oh!
Suddenly I realized what had just happened. I also knew that Tara's statement of gundaa and mawalis becoming more frequent here on the buses was true. Wow ... I just wished my aunt understood what predicament she had put herself into!
This man was obviously a big shot among the labourers. Probably a small gundaa (small time gangbanger or hoodlum) or something like that. The other five men were his henchmen, or part of his entourage. They had now 'marked' Taiba. On this crowded bus, no one else would bother Taiba. These men would pick one corner of the bus, and for the rest of the twenty minute ride, this gundaa and his henchmen would get to enjoy themselves with my mamani without being bothered by other men. He was a don, a local mobster, or some powerful man's big enforcer.
I quickly bought my own return ticket, and also bought a big newspaper so I could hide my face behind it, and rushed towards the bus. There was a line to enter the bus from the front door. As I made my way to the line, I noticed that the man once again was fondling my aunt's bottom. Right there, in the line, in full view of anyone who cared to see!
It had to happen. No one could resist Taiba's big peechwade for long! Her huge gaand was created to be played with.
It was done very casually. He was chatting with her, his arm around her waist, when he would so nonchalantly drop it down, caress her bottom, pinch her and then put his arm back around her waist. His henchmen made sure to guard their boss so this wasn't visible to a lot of people. Still, this man wasn't going out of his way to be discreet. I made my way until I was very close to them, my face guarded by the newspaper and dark shades.
"I am sorry to hear about your khala." The man told Taiba. "I pray she gets better soon."
"Thank you, dada." Taiba answered. She had to keep her calm despite being openly, and publicly, fondled like that. By now, even Taiba had probably realized who this man was -- a big hoodlum -- so she knew she had to be extra careful. Instead of flying under the radar with discreet molestation, she had now caught the eye of the local gangster. It was a dangerous position to be in. As I said, usually the harassment started once the lady was in the bus, not outside. I doubt Taiba was prepared for this.
Here, even though his men were shielding them, anyone outside could, if they really tried, see how Taiba was being treated. Just like I was seeing. Shopkeepers, labourers, other travellers from the village ... men who would perhaps interact with Taiba on a day to day basis in the village were now noticing her bum being fondled, in public, by this gangster. Any reputation my aunt had in the village was being ruined, one bum pinch at a time.
I knew that Taiba was hoping that as long as she kept calm and let this man have his way, he would respect the general "understood" limits and she would only have to tolerate this till the end of her journey. As I said, she had done this a few times, so she knew the 'general rules'. As for me, I wasn't so sure. This seemed like a dangerous man who didn't care for the "rules".
"My name is Sachin." The man said. "And your name is ...?"
"I am Taiba." My mamani answered, even as the man pinched her again. "Thank you again for travelling with me, Sachin dada. And for protecting me, dada, from other men."
He's protecting you from other men by molesting you himself, I thought. In public!
"I like you, Taiba." The man replied, once again giving her ass a quick fondle. "I love your big gaand! We will have an enjoyable journey, Taiba. Here's the bus; let's get on it. It's almost time and it's packed."
"Yes, dada." Even though the man had started to call my mamani by her name, she continued to address him respectfully as dada.
Sachin helped my mamani climb on the bus by firmly holding her by her ass with both hands as she climbed up the steps. As she showed her ticket and climbed on board, Sachin stepped up and glanced at the bus conductor. I saw the bus conductor's eyes follow Taiba, glance at her gaand, and then nod at Sachin. He didn't check Sachin's ticket, or any of his men's. I now knew I was correct; people here knew who this man was. Taiba must also have come to this realization, as she was very quiet and obedient as Sachin hustled her towards the back of the bus.
I also climbed on board the bus, showing my ticket.
The bus was really full, and almost ready to leave. It had seats on one side, but not the other, and every seat was taken, and the standing places were getting full. I looked around to see where Taiba was, even as others climbed on behind me.
Taiba was at the rear of the bus, in one corner. Sachin was beside her, and they were surrounded by his minions. I quietly made my way to stand near them, taking care to hide my face as I walked past them. I took my position so there were two or three men between me and Taiba, with her back to me. I could now observe what was happening with impunity. Sachin's men were trying to hide the view, but not very successfully, and Sachin didn't seem to care.
He had one arm holding on to the rail on the roof of the bus. His other arm was around Taiba's big ample waist. Taiba had no rail to hold on to, so she had to hold on to Sachin for support. His men was in front of them, behind them and to one side, hiding the view from all sides as best as they could while their boss openly enjoyed my mamani's big body.