Swati was my landlady’s daughter. She was around 38 years old. Although she was married but got divorced within two years of her marriage with an alcoholic husband. She never married after that. We got along well, and a couple of months back, I fucked her as well. Now we got along very well.
Swati lived with her mom who was around 70 years old. She had arthritis and walked with a walker. She preferred staying in bed most of the time. I knew Swati needed sex badly. I worked at a BPO with mostly night shifts.
It was my day was off. I found that my water tank wasn’t filled as I had overslept and forgotten to switch on the pump. I went downstairs where Swati and her mother lived. Swati said that I could use their bathroom and RO if required. I went in for a shower.
I got out of the bathroom wearing my basketball ganjee and long shorts. I chit-chatted along with Swati’s mother. Then after some time, I went towards the kitchen. Swati was pouring water on some flour so that she could knead the dough and then make chappatis.
Before going into the kitchen, I tried looking inside the mother’s bedroom to check on her. Her eyes were closed and she was counting beads. I went inside the kitchen. Swati was wearing a tee-shirt and a long skirt. I pressed myself to Swati and kissed her on the neck.
Swati immediately tried to turn around and protest, but I stopped her. I continued kissing her neck. I sucked and kissed her earlobes to which she closed her eyes. Swati started to knead the mixture of flour and water. I inserted my hands inside her tee-shirt from its lower end.
I pushed the bra cups up and pulled the boobs out of the bra cups. I started to squeeze and fondle her boobs. Along with fondling her boobs, I kept on sucking her earlobes and kissing her on the neck. She closed her eyes with pleasure and swayed her head.
She turned her head around as much as possible and pouted her lips. I kissed her on the lips while squeezing her boobs. Just then, we heard Swati’s mum speak, “I will have only 2 chapatis for lunch and also have completed counting my beads.”
Swati took some time to gather her strength and loudly reply, “OK, Mumma.” By now, she had made the dough. She turned around within the enclosure of my arms. She kissed me passionately and whispered, “Can’t you wait? We can fuck after I serve lunch to mom.”
I did not reply but pushed my tongue inside her mouth. I turned her around again to the original position and raised her tee-shirt from the back. I unhooked her bra. Now I was playing freely with her boobs. I pressed her erect nipples between my fingers.
I bent down and lifted her skirt to her waist. I held the lower end of the skirt between my teeth so that my hands were free. I inserted my fingers under the elastic of her panty and pulled it down to expose her round and plump buttocks.
She had put a mold from the dough on the wooden base and was rolling a wooden pin. I pressed and squeezed her bums and slid one of my palms between her ass cheeks. I took my hand below her pussy and cupped it with my palm.
I kept my middle finger raised and folded the other fingers towards the palm. I inserted my middle finger inside Swati’s cunt. Swati raised her heels and stood on her toes to support her upper body on the granite kitchen slab feeling the prick of my finger inside her narrow cunt.
She kept spreading the mold into a chappati with the rolling pin, even when my finger was inside her cunt. I danced my finger inside her cunt. I swayed my finger like a pendulum and also bounced it up and down inside her pussy.
Swati had completed making one chappati and she was in a process of making the other one. Before rolling the next one, she switched on the induction cooker and started baking the first roti. In between, she let out soft moans in response to my dancing finger inside her cunt. My mouth was getting tired.
I tucked the portion of her skirt under its elastic borders. Now I inserted my middle and index finger together inside her cunt. Swati moaned, which came out from a cocktail of pleasure and pain. With my other hand, I continued squeezing her boobs.
I moved my fingers up and down inside her cunt like a carpenter’s saw. She moaned, “Ouch, Mumma.” She quickly baked two chapatis. She held my wrist and made me pull out my fingers from her cunt. She pulled down her skirt but kept her panty down to her knees.
She quickly went and served lunch to her mom. She returned back to the kitchen. Just as she returned I lifted her on the kitchen slab. I lifted her skirt up to her waist. I pulled the panty down to her ankles and removed it completely. I parted her legs and placed my head between her thighs.
I gripped her thighs and started licking her pussy. She placed her hands on my head and closed her eyes. I pressed my mouth to her cunt and inserted my tongue inside. I flickered my tongue like a snake. She had a habit of putting baby talcum powder on her cunt, after shower.
Her cunt smelt of that wonderful baby powder. She covered my head with her skirt while I sucked, kissed, and licked her pussy. While I was sucking the lips of her labia, I heard the mother speak again. She asked for a little salt. She pulled me out of her skirt.
She jumped down from the granite kitchen slab and rushed to the bedroom to give salt to her mother. She returned back. She pushed me to the kitchen wall and knelt down on the floor. She pulled out my long dark dick from my shorts. My dick was not at its hardest point.
My dick looked like a banana gone black after keeping it outside the fridge for days. My dick went 3 inches straight from its roots. After which, it curved down and went another 3.5 inches. The reddish head of my dick protruded out of the foreskin a bit, like the umbrella of a mushroom.
She measured the length and width of my dick. She tried to encircle her middle finger around my dick and touch it to the tip of her thumb. Her middle finger was around 2 centimeters short from touching the tip of her thumb. My dick was fat. She gripped my dick with her palms.
My dick was much longer than Swati’s fists placed one after the other gripping my dick. She took out her tongue and rested my dick on it like a cushion, and pulled it inside her mouth. She began to suck my dick as if she was sucking out bone marrow out of a mutton bone. The curved portion of my dick got straight.
Now my entire 6.5 inches dick pointed straight like a canon. Swati had a long slender tongue. She took the entire length of my dick in her mouth that almost touched her tonsils. When she took my dick out of her mouth, my dark dick was sparkling with her saliva on it.
Drops of her own saliva dripped down on her chin from my dick. She was about to give me another round of magnificent blowjob when we heard the sound of her mother’s steel walker approaching the kitchen. I quickly stood up and pushed myself inside the small store in the kitchen.
Swati stood up and covered the door of the store by standing in front of it. Her mother had weak eyesight, and she knew that she would not see me that way. Swati’s mother came into the kitchen to keep the utensils back on the sink. She stopped and began to discuss something with Swati.
I wanted to tease her. I knelt down and lifted her skirt from behind. Her panty was still down. I parted her ass cheeks and inserted my tongue between them. It was getting difficult for her to maintain her usual expression. She did slap me once but I still continued.
Her mother did ask her once if everything was all right. My moist tongue was dancing over her arsehole. Even the store was dark and hot so even I was moving my tongue blindly. Every time my tongue hit the bull’s eye by touching the hole, She pressed her lips tightly together and opened her eyes wider.
She controlled herself from moaning or expressing her pleasure and had to reply to her mother in the usual way. Mother went away to her bedroom. Swati turned around, grabbed my testicles, and pulled them down to avenge my actions when her mom was around. She soon kissed me on my lips.
I pushed her back on the granite slab. I lifted her skirt and tucked it back under its elastic border again. I parted her ass cheeks and placed my dick between them. I made her bend down on the kitchen slab. I rubbed my dick around the lower ends of her cunt and searched for the opening.
She brought her right hand under her pussy and got my dick. She guided my dick to the opening of her pussy. I pushed my dick inside her cunt slowly. She lifted her face, closed her eyes in pain, and let out a soft, “Aah.” I pulled out my dick back a bit and then trusted the entire dick inside her cunt.
She pressed the upper set of her teeth to the lower set and closed her eyes tightly to control her pain. I began to thrust her cunt repeatedly like a piston of a steam engine. My dick had made its way between her labia. I squeezed my hands between her boobs and the kitchen slab.
I squeezed her boobs as I continued my thrusts. The pain had changed to pleasure as Swati’s cunt began to welcome my dick inside by making way for it. Swati pulled herself back to get the maximum length of my dick inside her cunt when I pushed myself forward.
I kept my dick inside Swati but turned her around. Her cunt walls rotated around my dick; like walls of a screw hole, and my dick was the screw. I lifted her left leg and placed it on a stool. I moved my waist too and fro, sliding my dick deeper and deeper with each thrust.
I lifted her tee-shirt up to her throat and sucked her boobs. I pushed my tongue to her nipples which were within the enclosure of my mouth. I pushed her slowly and made her lie down on the kitchen slab. I caught the cuff of her legs and lifted them on my shoulders. I left the cuffs and gripped the thighs.
I continued banging her. As I banged her I saw her eyes closed with ecstasy. I looked down at the cunt. Her cunt, with her pubic hair on it, was looking like a cave of a hill with wild shrubs all over.
My dick looked like a fat python trying to enter the narrow cave and reach its deep end where possibly a hare was hiding. After a few repeated thrusts between her thighs, I felt my dick getting engulfed by some warm slimy liquid. I realized that she had reached her orgasm and had cummed.
As I was pulling my glistening dick slowly out of her cunt, she asked for more. I stopped. I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her up. Swati was mad with pleasure as my half inserted dick dashed against the walls of her cunt as I lifted her up.
I bounced her up and down on my lap as she coiled her long slender arms around my neck. Gravity was pulling her down while ecstasy kept her high as my dick hole entered the deepest part of her vagina and kissed her spot. I placed my open mouth on her and sucked her lower lips.
I pouted my lips and sucked the tip of her tongue as my dick hole repeatedly knocked the door of her spot. I adjusted her once more on my laps and embraced her tightly. I decreased the speed of my thrusts so that Swati could feel the dick sliding inside her cunt.
I could also feel my volcano ready to erupt. My lower body was supporting Swati’s weight on me as her navel was pressed to my navel, and her pussy was pressed to the roots of my dick with some of my pubic hair entangled with her.
I gripped her waist with one of my arms around it, clutched one of her boobs with another hand, and released my cum inside her. My dick erupted like Mount Vesuvius, and cum flowed inside her cunt as lava flowed into the alleys of Pompei.
I took out my dick out of her cunt very slowly and then kept it pressed to her vagina to allow the continuously oozing cum to flow on it. We were both sweating profusely and were thirsty too. I filled up a glass full of water, drank some, and passed the glass over to Swati.
I went back to my flat silently and slept. I guess Swati has slept too as she seemed tired after the sexertion (exertion from sex).
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