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 As I had withdrawn my cock from her cunt, there was a sharp audible plonk sound.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.
The bus started moving.
"Hang on to me, Taiba." Sachin instructed. "I don't want you to fall."
"Yes, dada." My mamani had no choice but to wrap an arm around her molester's waist, while one of his hands was on her waist.
I was wondering if Taiba was beginning to regret her decision to travel on the morning bus.
"Do you see how firm my body is, Taiba?" Sachin asked. "I work out daily."
"Yes, dada." I actually saw my mamani feel her captor's chest. "You do appear to be very fit and athletic."
Was she just being polite to protect herself, I thought, or was she really enjoying this?
"So, Taiba." Sachin was saying. "Do you travel on the bus often at this time of the morning?"
"No, dada." Taiba replied. "I know these times are not good for women like me. But as I said, my khala is sick, so I had to come."
Using the movement of the bus, Sachin's free hand was now touching my mamani's back all over with his hand. His hand was roaming on her ass and then traveled upward on to the naked skin between her saree and the blouse. I knew normally the men never strayed above to the blouse, but given who Sachin was, I didn't exactly trust him to follow the "laws".
"It's not good for women to travel on this time. You could have waited, Taiba." Sachin gently chided her. "The 10 am bus is only a couple of hours later. You could have gone on that bus."
"I know, dada, but I wanted to come back early as well."
"Oh, you will come back on the evening buses? Taiba, you know they are also full of labourers and other lowly men, returning from the city." Sachin was almost scolding her, while cupping her ass.
"What to do, dada. I don't want to return too late at night."
For some time Sachin didn't talk, as his hand paid homage to my mamani's chubby belly.
"You have very nice skin, Taiba." Sachin praised her. "Very smooth!"
"Oh, thank you, dada. I use lots of moisturizer."
Sachin pinched a bit of her waist between his forefinger and thumb.
"You are also fat, Taiba! I guess you are a good cook, eh, my fat Taiba? And you eat a lot of your own food!"
Taiba blushed.
"My husband is also always saying that, dada."
Smart woman! She was trying to gently remind her molester that she was a married woman.
"Speaking of your husband ..." Even as he talked about my uncle, Sachin inserted a finger into my mamani's ass. "What type of man is he?"
"Ouch! Uh ... my husband ... I ... I don't understand, dada."
Sachin withdrew his finger from her ass and patted her rump.
"Does he appreciate the beautiful woman you are? You have some giant peechwade. And some giant doodh!"
"Oh." Taiba was a bit flustered as this man praised her buttocks and boobs in this crude fashion. "I ... my husband ... I don't know ... dada."
Sachin then patted and then squeezed my mamani's ass again.
"You really have a big gaand, Taiba." He said. "It sticks out quite a lot. A pleasure to play with."
"Oh ... thank you, dada."
"Tell me, Taiba. Does your husband fuck you often?"
Taiba blushed once again.
"Oh, dada. I feel shy in answering."
What a woman! What a typical Indian woman! She had no shyness in travelling the morning bus knowing she was going to get molested, yet she was blushing when asked about her sex life by the man who had a finger in her ass.
Sachin once again slipped an arm around my aunt's waist.
"Your waist is very nice, Taiba. Very smooth skin. Very silky. I can't get enough of your smooth milky white skin!"
"Er ... thank you, dada."
"And your doodh -- your boobs. They are so big! Your husband must have lots of fun with them!"
Taiba blushed again and didn't say anything.
"You didn't answer me, Taiba. Do you have sex often with your husband?"
Taiba hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head.
"Not as often as I would like, dada. I am afraid he thinks I am fat. And ugly."
Sachin whistled.
"What an idiot! Your husband is an absolute imbecile!"
How remarkable, I thought. Once again Taiba was insinuating to another man that her husband didn't love her or want to have sex with her, which was not true.
"Your stupid husband doesn't know what maal he has in you!" Sachin continued. "Do you know what a maal is, Taiba?"
Taiba shook her head.
"No, dada." She answered innocently. "What do you mean?"
"You. You are a maal, Taiba." Once again he pinched her on each butt cheek. "An item, as we call it. Have you ever been to the Tinpur Kothaey, Taiba?"
Taiba reddened, and immediately shook her head. Of course she hasn't been to the Tinpur Kothaey, which was a known whorehouse in the red light area of the village.
"A woman like you would make good money there, Taiba." Sachin told her, once again fingering her in the ass. "With a giant rack like that, and a gaand like this, men would pay double to spend some time with you!"
"Oh ..." Taiba didn't know quite well to make of this praise. "I didn't know that, dada. I always thought which man would want me?"
"Oh, you are a silly woman." Sachin once again chided her. "With boobs like that, and a peechwade like this ... And you tell me your husband doesn't fuck you often!"
"What to do, dada."
"How many kids do you have, Taiba?"
"Oh, none, dada." Taiba answered in a sad tone. "I don't have any kids, dada. And I am married for a long time."
"Oh ..." Sachin then leaned over and whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear what he said, but it made Taiba go very red.
"I couldn't do that, dada." Taiba seemed hesitant.
"Sure you can. Just do it." Sachin urged her.
I saw Taiba then reach down. She was actually putting her hand below his waist -- on his crotch! I saw her eyes go big.
"Oh, dada!" She could only mouth. "Oh dada ... you are ... you are ... so ... big!"
"I know." Sachin had a cruel smile as he made this helpless housewife feel his manly hardness. "And if you ever want kids, Taiba, you can always come to me."
There was silence for some time. The insinuation was clear. This man wanted to fuck my aunt.
Sachin then let go of the roof rail and asked Taiba to grab hold of it. She nodded, raising both hands and clasping the rail. With both hands now above her head, not free to do anything else, she was now standing there, helpless, surrounded by six men, vulnerable and waiting. Sachin didn't wait for long.
His palms were now on her ass. Both of his hands were now massaging and squeezing her giant rear end. He lifted a finger and started to trace her panty line, with his minions shielding his activities to most people from the bus.
I knew Taiba had only worn a thin string panty on that day, knowing her ass would be molested. She was now as good as naked under her petticoat for his hands. He frenetically massaged my mamani's ass for a long time. As the bus went over a rut on the road, Taiba almost gasped with shock as Sachin put his strong hands on her bare waist from both sides. Her grip on the handle tightened as his palms started running over my mamani's chubby belly. Very soon he was circling her belly button.
I looked at Taiba who was looking straight on towards the road, probably thinking as to how much time was left and when her ordeal would be over. She kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat when Sachin ran his fingers along the waistline of my mamani's sari. Was he going to undress her, right there, on the bus?
"Please don't do that, dada." Taiba pleaded. "The whole sari would come off if you try to ... put your finger in ... my petticoat."
Sachin thought for a minute, and then nodded. He resumed fondling her ass. I saw Taiba give a sigh of relief. It was quite clear that she understood that with this gangster, the normal "rules" were out of the window.
Sachin caught hold of a hand rail.
"Stand close to me, Taiba." Sachin ordered. "I want your hands around me, and touch me down there."
"Er ... yes, dada."
Taiba let go of the hand rails herself. She wrapped an arm around Sachin's hips, and I saw that hand slowly go down towards his crotch. Sachin had a grin on his face. The absolute sense of power he was exhibiting over my aunt was making him giddy. He had this high class housewife not only at his mercy, but he was making her dance to his tune. My aunt had no choice but to rub his hardness over his trousers.
"Where is your husband now, Taiba?" He asked her, as his other hand resumed its assault on her buttocks, while she was stroking him.
"He is in Kolkata, dada."
"Oh, so he doesn't know you are here on this bus right now, rubbing another man's laand?"
"Er ... no, dada."
"When will you tell him you are not at hom?"
"I will tell him once I get to my khala's place."
Sachin carefully caressed my aunt's left butt cheek, and then her right.
"Is anyone expecting you this early at your khala's place, Taiba?"
"Yes, dada. I told my cousin I would be coming."
"Oh, that's too bad."
"Why, dada?"
Sachin inserted a finger into my mamani's ass. And then he leaned over and said something in her ear. I couldn't hear what he said, but it made my mamani go very, very red. Sachin continued to play with her bottom and waist.
"You said you don't travel often in the morning times, Taiba."
"Er ... only sometimes, dada as I said. I know ... what happens in the morning ... to women ..."
"Like ... what is happening to you right now." Sachin commented, with an evil smirk.
"Dada." For a second Taiba didn't know what to say, but then she replied, "Yes, dada."
Sachin was speaking softly now, so I had to walk a little closer to hear. I was afraid someone would notice me, but luckily everyone was busy in their own thing, and Sachin and his mens' attention was on Taiba.
"Do you like what I am doing to you, Taiba?" Sachin asked, once again inserting a finger between the clefts of my mamani's big caboose.
"I ... I ... dada, I knew the rules when I decided to take the morning bus." My aunt answered, keeping her reply very neutral. "I knew what was going to happen."
"Does your husband?" Sachin asked pointedly. "Does he know at this moment that one of the biggest mobsters in India has his finger inside his wife's peechwade?"
One of the biggest mobsters in India.
There was some silence as Taiba gulped.
"No, dada."
Sachin withdrew his finger from my mamani's derriere and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"So you don't tell your husband about this. What I am doing to you."
Taiba shook her head.
"Er ... no, dada. No one should find out, please, dada. I am a married lady."
"Probably most of Tinpur has seen you get on the bus with me." Sachin remarked candidly. "They already know what is going to happen to you on the bus."
Taiba's eyes were cast down at her feet in shame. She couldn't meet Sachin's leering gaze.
Sachin patted my aunt on her rump in an appreciating manner.
"You are a very nice woman, Taiba. Very obedient, and respectful."
"Thank you, dada. Although," She added, a little naughtily. "I am guessing that's not why you are attracted to me -- my obedience!"
Sachin threw back his head and laughed. Then he spanked my mamani on her ass.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
These were not soft, discreet spanks. These were loud, boorish, bawdy spanks by a strong man on my mamani's giant buttocks. The sound reverberated through the bus. Everyone on the bus knew exactly what had happened, and yet no one dared to turn back and look. I saw Taiba blush a deep crimson red.
Sachin placed his hand back on my mamani's waist.
"I know how to treat disobedience, Taiba." He grinned and whispered to her. "But yes, I do like you for many things. Your obedience. Your respect. Your gaand. And your doodh."
My aunt could only nod. I saw her breathing rapidly. This hasn't happened to her ever on the bus.
Sachin then leaned in once more towards my mamani and again whispered something in her ear. I could see Taiba once again blushing. What was he saying to her?
"Oh, dada." Taiba replied. "I ... not today. You know ..."
"OK, ok." Sachin nodded. He then did something -- again -- that was absolutely not normally done in these cases.
He leaned in and kissed my aunt on her cheek.
SMOOCH!
It was, as I said, an unwritten rule that as long as the lady cooperated, you were not to touch her anywhere above her waist (or you know, spank her loudly). And yet here was Sachin, his one hand holding her firmly by her hips, kissing her on her cheek.
Taiba was breathing rapidly, but she didn't say anything. Sachin then took his hand off her hip, and cupped her right breast. For a couple of minutes he played with her, squeezing her and stroking the area of the blouse covering her nipple. I was afraid that her breasts were going to pop out of her blouse, but Sachin was careful. He then touched, squeezed and played with her left breast as my aunt looked at the floor, eyes cast down in shame.
Sachin then took his hands off my mamani and glanced at his watch. There were about ten minutes left for the journey. He then turned to one of his men and snapped his fingers.
For the next ten minutes, I watched as each of his low class ragamuffin hoodlum minions took their turn with my gori high class mamani. Each of them stood behind her, wrapped their arms around her voluminous body, and rubbed themselves against her big rear. Their hands, while playing with her fat tummy, would sometimes go up and cup her humongous breasts. Taiba was helpless as each men liberally kissed her on the nape of her neck from behind while they literally dry humped her buttocks.
As this was going on, I took a look around the bus. Of course, while each man was taking a turn with my mamani, the others were forming a protective "circle" around her, preventing most people from seeing what was going on. Yet, everyone on the bus knew what was going on. They could hear what was going on. They knew what was going on. Other than my mamani, there were three other women on the bus, and each of them was surrounded by a similar throng of men, and various grunts and noises could be heard from each of the "circles", leaving onlookers with no doubt as to what exactly was happening to the women inside those "circles".
Discreetly, I tried to see who else was on the bus that I knew.
I saw Rajon, who had a vegetable stall in the central market. He was by himself, but occasionally he would glance to where my mamani was, and grit his teeth. It was clear he would have gone to the group where my mamani was, had it not been the fact that this was Sachin's entourage. There was Fazlur, who owned a small paan shop. My mamani had dealt with him many times before.
I also saw a few other men -- maybe five -- I recognized from the village. They were either shopkeepers, or labourers on the way to a day job. Some of them looked at where my mamani was being ravaged, before a glance from one of Sachin's men made them turn away. They all knew who my mamani was, of course.
Suddenly the conductor's voice rang through the speaker, announcing the next stop. This was the obligatory warning that we were arriving at out destination.
The last of Sachin's men had back away from my aunt, and Taiba was now smoothening her sari, especially in the rear. She took out a small mirror from her purse and adjusted her makeup very briefly, as Sachin looked on. He was now beside her and his hand was on her waist.
The bus came to a stop. This was the next village. As the door opened, people started to empty out of the bus. Sachin let go of my aunt and patted her buttocks. My aunt glanced back at Sachin for a minute, and then promptly exited the bus. I too started to walk by Sachin.
"Find out more about this lady." Sachin was telling one of his minions. "I want to know where Taiba lives, and any other information about her."
I wanted to hear more, but the crowd was moving towards the exit and had I stayed in my place, I would have attracted attention. Reluctantly, I followed the crowd and headed out of the bus. Of course Sachin and his men were the last to exit.
I was waiting a little distance away from the bus, kneeling on the ground, pretending to tie my shoelace. Sachin and his gang walked past me. I stood up and walked a little distance behind them.
"Why do you want to find out more about her, Sachin da?" One of his minions asked. "There are far younger ladies in the village ..."
"You are an idiot and you will remain an idiot." Sachin's curt reply shut down his man. "Taiba is the perfect housewife for me. She is a slut that wants more, but cannot due to her social position. I would love to bang her on the side while her husband has no clue. Can you imagine those thighs ... those boobs ... and with her demeanour, what I can do to her! You are an idiot."
I was now discreetly following them. I wanted to hear more, but Sachin suddenly beckoned to a car that was there. The car came, and he got into the car, and it sped away.
When I turned around, I found that his minions were also breaking up, each going to a different bus. Realizing I could do nothing much, I headed for the bus that was going back to Tinpur. I had a return ticket after all.
* * *
Tara was waiting for me at the rickshaw stand as scheduled when the bus pulled into Tinpur. I got into his rickshaw and he started to pedal. He didn't say anything, as he wisely saw that I was deep in thought.
"Tara," I suddenly asked, "What do you think of my mamani?"
It was a weird and awkward question, I knew.
"Dada?" Tara didn't know how to respond.
"Tell me." I repeated. "What do you think of my mamani?"
"She has a nice gaand, dada." Tara replied after some thought. "She is fat, dada, but what a peechwade she has! And her mummay (bosom)! What large her-"
"I am not asking about her appearance!" I interrupted her. "I know she is ... sexy. She is a .... maal. An item!"
Inwardly I shuddered at using Sachin's words to describe Taiba, but it fit.
"What I want to know is," I repeated my question, "What type of woman do you think Taiba is?"
For some time, Tara did not reply, but pedalled on. Then, after a good couple of minutes, he spoke.
"Dada, she is a married woman." He said. "Yet, you know what you do with her. And she lets you do it, dada. What can I say what type of woman she is? You know the answer, dada."
I looked at Tara. He was smart.
"Would you also like to ... have a chance ... with her?" I suddenly asked. "If offered ... I mean ..."
Tara laughed.
"I am an old man, dada." He answered. "I am a widower, living a lonely existence. And you offer me a maal ... an item ... like her! Again, you know the answer, dada."
I laughed, but inwardly, a realization dawned.
I considered myself upper class and progressive, and considered the men of Tinpur and their attitude regressive. Tara, who did hail from the lower class, however did not behave like them and also considered himself different from them and their boorish, lecherous, perverted behaviour.
Yet both of us blamed my aunt for her adulterous behaviour. Both of us desired her, and in my case I was actively fucking her, while Tara wanted to. Yet, even as I or he would fuck her, the blame for this liaison would fall squarely on her -- simply because she was a married woman. So, what was the difference between our thinking, and that of these lower class men? Both categories were engaged in perverted behaviour, and both blamed the woman. At least the lower class was straight forward and upfront.
It was now almost 830 am when Tara dropped me off at the lodge. Pushpita the maid would be coming shortly to do her cleaning duties.
"Remember to come here at 10 again." I reminded him. "I have to go to the station again. My other aunty is coming."
"Yes, dada." Tara answered.
I went inside and freshened up. I couldn't wait for it to be 1030, when I would get to see Shaheen again. Oh, we had so much to talk!
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"Dada. Dada."
Suddenly I realized that Tara the rickshaw driver was speaking to me. His attempt to converse had broken my chain of thought.
"Oh, sorry, Tara. Were you speaking to me?"
"Yes, dada. I am sorry, if I disturbed your thoughts."
"No, it's ok. Tell me."
We were on the way to pick up my older aunt Shaheen from the bus station. This morning I had just dropped off Taiba at the bus station, and you know what had happened with her and Sachin the gangster. I was still a bit shaken by that incident, but now it was later in the day, and we were on the way to the bus station again.
Tara huffed as he pedalled the rickshaw up a steep hill. For a minute there was quietness. Then we reached the top and it would be downhill most of the way.
"I was wondering..." Tara continued, as he controlled the brakes. "If this Shaheen mamani of yours... is like... Taiba memsahib."
"Oh." I then realized what he was hinting at. Tara was well acquainted with my antics with Taiba.
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 tightly, kissed her cheeks warmly, 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 round bottom, all in full view of anyone on the street. And a few days ago, when he had taken us - me and Taiba - to the city, and as I paid him, I had reached out and grabbed Taiba by her buttocks right in front of Tara.
"She has a nice gaand, na?" I had asked him, kneading my aunt's posterior right there, openly on the street. Taiba had stood there helplessly, her face blushing a bright red, as I poked her rectum, pinched her ass cheeks, and then had given her buttocks a satisfying whack. All in public in the street, in front of Tara.
"Oh, no! No!" I hastily lied. "Tara... this is my older mamani. My barey mamani. Please don't say anything inappropriate to her, ok?"
"Yes, dada. Of course, dada."
If only you knew, Tara!
"Dada." Tara huffed. "When you asked me... this morning... what I would do if given a chance with... someone like your Taiba mamani."
"Er... yes?" I replied cautiously.
"I have never seen someone with a gaand like your Taiba mamani." Tara admitted. "What a peechwade! And she is your aunt... but she allows you to... you know."
I laughed.
"Taiba is very free with me, and I am with her." I boasted. "I can do whatever I want with her, and she will allow me. Her husband doesn't know."
"You are very lucky, dada." Tara jealously admitted. "In my age... I can only dream. Ah, if I only had few minutes with your mamani! What I would do to her!"
I should be offended by what he was saying, but I knew I had myself encouraged that. However, a plan was beginning to form in my mind, and I needed Tara's help with that. So at the moment, I decided to play along.
"If I gave you only two minutes with her, what would you do?" I asked him. "Two minutes."
"Oh... I wouldn't know what not to do!" Tara was honest. "I would like to pinch her peechwade! I would like to squeeze her breasts! Touch her waist! Hug her! Kiss her!"
I laughed again. And then I subtly changed the topic.
"Tara." I told him, "As much fun as this was, keep this to yourself. Otherwise, you will not get to see Taiba - or her beautiful big gaand - at all."
"Er... of course, dada. I am sorry, dada, if I offended. Please forgive me."
I didn't have time to process the exchange as my cell phone suddenly rang. Surprised, as I wasn't expecting any calls, I took a quick glance at the caller id.
It was Nadia, the third and the youngest of my mamanis! I wondered what she wanted. And what a coincidence - for her to call now!
"Hey, my most beautiful and gorgeous mamani!" I answered the call, speaking to her in Bangla. "Amar shobchey shundori aar gorgeous mamani. Nice to hear from you."
"Hey, handsome." The sweet and sultry voice of my youngest aunt, the only one who was a genuine Bengali, came through my phone. "Your Bangla has improved so much! So... tell me, how's the stud muffin of the family holding out?"
I had always admired the sexy voices of true Bongs. These ladies knew how to speak to a boy.
"I am good, chotey mamani."
"Has your other mamanis ravished you yet, my handsome hunk?"
"Er... ravished... haha, you are funny, chotey mamani. We are having fun, thanks for asking." I answered, reining in myself. Nadia's calls were always full of fun and innuendo, and I had to be careful. I almost called her 'my sexy mamani', but that would have crossed a line.
Unlike Shaheen and Taiba, I took care not to flirt with Nadia too much, even if she always flirted with me. Correction - not even, Nadia always flirted with me.
My relationship with Nadia had a different paradigm, as she was merely five years older than me. I know Nadia treated me more like a valued friend and confidant rather than her nephew, and I didn't want to damage that aspect. Moreover, while there was a certain freedom in flirting with an older lady, with Nadia I had to be careful because of appearance's sake.
"I am sure you are doing good, Nazu. A handsome stud, stuck in a lodge, alone with two desperate housewives." Nadia laughed. "But I, your poor chotey shundori mamani, am not doing well."
"Oh... err... why not, chotey mamani?"
"Well, you see, my handsome stud... I am stuck here working with your buddha (old) uncles, while your other mamanis have left their husbands behind, and are enjoying themselves with you. Ravishing you. Most likely taking turns with you."
Enjoying themselves! Ha! You don't know half of it, Nadia mamani, I thought with a grin.
"You will be here soon, chotey mamani." I told her. "We will enjoy the rest of August together, you and me. I am looking forward to you joining me, my beautiful chotey mamani. And then... you can... er... enjoy yourself with me. We can go hiking and swimming and more. Two more weeks... In just fourteen days or so, you too... can... err... ravish me."
"That's fourteen days you get to spend with your other mamanis." Nadia had a jovial tone. "Tell me, Nazu, have you been behaving yourself?"
Careful, now.
"Er... come again, chotey mamani?"
"Shaheen bhabhi and Taiba bhabhi will have had you to themselves for a month, all alone. Two old horny desperate housewives, along with a handsome young man. I hope you haven't done anything to them that you won't to me!"
I forced a laugh.
"No, chotey mamani." I replied, and then added, somewhat naughtily. "How I wish! Haha! Maybe they are not that desperate after all."
And then, boldly, I added, "I really hope I can do everything to you that I am doing to them, chotey mamani."
"You are a naughty boy, Nazu." I could almost hear the smile in Nadia's voice. "I can't wait to have you to myself. I am going to enjoy myself thoroughly with you. You don't know how badly I am looking forward to some much-needed vacation! Ugh!"
"Oh chotey mamani! You are now the one who sounds desperate!"
"Hmm. You are right, stud boy." Nadia laughed. "Not to mention... my old husband... your chotey mamu... is on another conference... and I am all alone at home..."
"And now you sound both lonely AND desperate!" I couldn't help but give back a little. "I am sure when you are here, I can enjoy myself with you. And um... have some ravishing times with you. Can't wait to have you here beside me, chotey mamani. The village is beautiful in the summer. And it will be even more beautiful with you here with me."
"Ah, my handsome stud muffin. And I look forward to being beautifully ravished by you, beta, in that beautiful village."
SMOOCH!
She blew me a kiss through the phone.
"Thank you, my beautiful mamani."
We both laughed. I had missed talking with Nadia.
If you had just heard this conversation, you would think she was being very outspoken and sexually explicit. The truth is - I knew this was just her being... her. She loved her husband deeply, even if mamu was twenty years older than her. I was the only member of the family close to her age, and she treated me like a close friend. Our sexual banter was just that... banter.
"Do you know," Nadia suddenly changed her tone to a complaining one. "Your barey mamu - the husband of your desperate and horny Shaheen mamani - is actually giving me some work for when I go to Tinpur! All to interfere with you... er... beautifully ravishing me! What a saazish (conspiracy)!"
"Oh, no. How can I do zabardasti with you and take your izzat if you have to work!" I pretended to be sad. "On your vacation too!"
"Haha, I KNOW! I was so looking forward to you taking my izzat." Nadia chuckled. "And do you know the work? It's so boring! That shop you and Taiba Bhabhi managed to acquire with that agent? In the Tinpur market? Your uncle wants it stocked with some merchandise, and he wants to send it with me when I come to Tinpur. I can't even say no."
"Don't worry, chotey mamani." I comforted her. "I will try and rent a taxi when I pick you up."
We both knew that would not be easy. Tinpur was not that big a village, and finding a taxi wouldn't be easy.
I talked with Nadia for a bit more as she complained again about the work before she had to go. It was a fun filled conversation, and I was already looking forward to her visit soon. Nadia, being closer to me in age, had the same taste in music and movies as me, along with cuisine. We often went clubbing together (with mamu's permission, of course).
I glanced at my watch. We were almost there at the bus stop.
Nadia, and Taiba, you have to wait.
It was now time for my Shaheen mamani. We would be at the bus station in maybe 10 more minutes. I took the time to take a deep breath. FOCUS! It was time to think about my current situation.
FOCUS!
For the next two weeks, both Taiba mamani and Shaheen mamani was going to be here at the lodge with me. As Nadia had joked... two older desperate housewives. But she was only joking, while I knew the truth - I now had to juggle two horny mamanis in the house. Unknown to each other was the fact that I was having a torrid physical affair with both. Both my aunts had been energetically fucked by me, in almost every hole, in almost every room, in this lodge. But that was when I was alone with them. Now both were going to be there. What should I do?
I tried to think with a clear head. Should I now tell both about each other? Or should I just keep quiet? When I go to sleep at night, I could alternate between them, sleeping one night with Taiba and another night with Shaheen mamani. That way I would restrict the sexual activities to the night, in the bedroom. Or was there any advantage to gain if everything was out in the open?
I didn't have to decide immediately. Taiba mamani wasn't here, of course. She had gone to her cousin's place and would be back in the evening. Which meant I had a half day, almost, with Shaheen mamani. My dick started to rise on its own as I thought how I could fuck Shaheen a couple of times before Taiba returned. That is... if Shaheen didn't have any second thoughts or regrets about our affair, and still wanted to be fucked by me.
Oh well. I knew Taiba was not going to have any such thoughts. At least she was a guaranteed fuck. Oh, how I loved Taiba's gaand!
FOCUS!
It was time for Shaheen.
* * *
I waited for the bus to stop. It was a hot and muggy August morning. As usual, the 10.30 bus was late. It was almost 10.50 am. I watched as it squeaked to a stop, raising huge plumes of dust. Immediately a horde of people rushed towards the bus. Hawkers, who were fighting for the attention of the incoming customers. Porters who were carrying luggage of the new passengers waiting to board. Customers who were waiting for the return journey of the bus, wanting to get on board as soon as possible. And of course, us - those who were waiting for the incoming passengers. Amidst all the chaos, a small space was created by the tired bus conductor for the arriving passengers to alight.
I kept my eye on the passengers as they exited. Each one moved to the side and then motioned to one of the staff from the bus company. They were taking out the luggage from the baggage hold. Each customer was trying to get their suitcase or baggage or carton, with porters trying to grab it first and bargain for the service. It was chaotic. In other words - a normal Monday morning.
Then I saw the passenger I was waiting for alight from the bus. She exited with her rear to me, as she was climbing down the steep steps. She was a tall and big lady. Her bulky buttocks were prominent and protruding out. The heavy salwar kameez that she was wearing was tight around her big frame. Her bottom had in fact crept into the cleft of her buttocks. So big was her butt that her top was riding up her big behind, leaving the salwar showing. I could just picture this lady with her tight bottoms, walking in front of me, and everyone making out the shape of her buttocks which would jiggle as she walked.
Yes, my tall, beautiful, big, bodacious, outwardly conservative, Shaheen mamani was here.
And then I saw the assault.
As Shaheen was climbing down, I saw the bus conductor place a hand on her rear end - allegedly to guide her and steady her, but in reality, his hand was placed square on her bum. Even through the din of the crowd, everyone could see exactly what was happening there. Even though he steadied my Shaheen mamani, I could see his fingers curl a bit as he groped my aunt's ample derriere, one finger going into the cleft of the buttocks. It was done so quickly, so subtly, that it was over before it began. As my aunt touched down on the ground, he simply patted her rump a couple of times and moved on to the next passenger. All my aunt could do was give him an exasperated look, before gesturing to one of the depot staff for her suitcase. Then she turned around to search for me. I waved and managed to catch her eye.
"Nazu!" My aunt beamed. "Over here!"
My thoughts were still on the bus conductor's behaviour. In my mind's eye, I recalled what happened this morning with Taiba mamani.
This morning. Sachin the gangster had helped Taiba climb on the bus by firmly holding my aunt by her gigantic ass with both hands as she climbed up the steps. As Taiba had climbed on board, she had to stand there helplessly as Sachin openly groped and pinched her bum. Even as he continued to do so, Taiba had to show her ticket to the bus conductor. When it was Sachin's turn, the gangster had simply looked at the bus conductor. The bus conductor's eyes followed Taiba, took a quick look at her gaand, which still had Sachin's finger in it, and then nod at Sachin. He didn't check Sachin's ticket, or any of his men's. The bus conductor had been an accomplice as Taiba was hustled by Sachin and his men towards the back of the bus where she had been sexually molested all through her ride.
It was the same bus conductor... the same guy... who had now fondled Shaheen's bum. Both my aunts had been victims of molestation due to the same person. In Taiba's case the bus conductor had been an accomplice and in Shaheen's case he was the perpetrator. I made a mental note that I would have to teach this bus conductor a lesson.
No one harasses my aunts and gets away with it. If anyone was going to sexually bother my aunts, it should be me. No one else.
"Nazu!" Shaheen yelled out again. "Over here!"
I walked over to my mamani with firm steps and grabbed her in a tight hug.
"Oh, beta!" My aunt murmured as my hands went around her hips. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too, barey mamani!" I told her, hugging her tight. My hands were now around her big waist and placed squarely on her thick bum.
"Oh, beta!" Shaheen puckered her lip and gave me a kiss on my right cheek.
SMOOCH!
In return I squeezed her right butt cheek.
"Oooh." She squealed in delight, and then kissed me on my left cheek.
SMOOCH!
In return I squeezed her left butt cheek. Perhaps a little firmly, as she squealed.
"Oh, beta!" She was smiling at me.
I could sense that there were some in the crowd who had kept their eyes on this big lady and her big bum, and was now watching jealously as I squeezed, groped and pinched her bottom with abandon.
"Oh, beta!" Shaheen pleaded. "Don't molest me so in public, na! My poor bum! What will people think? Some of them know your mamu! Let's go home, Nazu."
She had a point. Strange as it was... it was one thing for the bus conductor or a street hoodlum to do it - pinch my aunt's bum. That was accepted. Yet it was a scandal if I did it. Rather reluctantly, I stopped squeezing her bum.
"I am just so happy to see you back, barey mamani." I told her. I picked up her suitcase with my right hand and slipped my left arm around her ample waist.
Patting her again gently on her left butt cheek, I said, "Let's go, mamani."
As we walked back towards the rickshaw stand, I casually asked her, "Did anyone bother you on the journey, mamani? I noticed you were giving angry looks at the bus conductor."
"Oh, beta." My aunt sighed. "When you are an Indian lady in a crowded bus, and you have a big peechwade like me, guys somehow find a reason to rest their hand on my ass or accidentally brush against me or pinch me surreptitiously. Especially when you are a bus conductor."
Don't I know it, I thought. I had seen this morning what happened to Taiba.
I stopped suddenly in my tracks and turned to face her.
"Do you want me to go and kick that bus conductor's ass?"
I placed exactly the right amount of anger, surprise, and rage in my voice. My aunt raised her eyebrows.
"Oh no, no, Nazu! Please don't! It won't do any good!"
"Why not? Barey mamani... these people need to learn..."
"No, Nazu." Shaheen pleaded with me. "Please calm down. You know here, this is normal. And what will happen? Only my name will be involved in scandal. Please, let it go. Please think of my izzat (honour), beta! Please think what will happen if your mamu knows this lowly man was feeling up his wife or pinching her bum! He won't be able to show his face here. Please!"
Letting out a loud sigh, I once again patted her on the ass, placed my arm firmly on her waist and resumed walking towards the rickshaw stand.
"Only if you say so, barey mamani. No lady should be subject to harassment on public transit."
I really meant that. It was one thing that that I was fingering my mamani's buttocks. That was consensual. When the men on the bus did it, that was sexual assault. I mentally made a note that I would have to teach that bus conductor a lesson.
"I know, beta. Besides," Shaheen giggled. "It wasn't too bad. I was standing only on the final route. The last bus I couldn't get a seat. It was only half an hour or so that I was... assaulted."
I knew what that half an hour must have been like. This was the time the night shift labourers were returning to the village. The bus must have been full of these lower-class men. Men who must have continuously groped her, pinched, her, placed a finger in her anus and even smacked her bum on the crowded and busy bus. All with the cooperation and participation of the bus conductor.
No wonder I could smell something from my aunt. Not just her sweat from the hot summer day, but a faint, yet familiar aroma. My aunt was wet! Her sexual assault incident on the bus, and now the way I had greeted her, had made her horny! I suddenly realized that I was going to be busy once we reached home.
"Mamani." I asked, as I helped her on board Tara's rickshaw. "I remember mamu used to have an electric cycle here in the lodge. Is it still here?"
"Oh yes, beta." Shaheen replied absent mindedly as she adjusted herself on the small seat. "It's still in the garage, locked up. Been years now... why do you ask?"
I didn't immediately answer as I climbed on board. I was thinking about that bike. You could pedal it like a normal bike, or you could put it on the electric motor, and it would go fast. Really fast.
"No reason, mamani, no reason." I finally replied.
That bus conductor was going to get a lesson, I vowed. Tomorrow.
* * *
As the rickshaw went along on the bumpy road towards the lodge, Shaheen whispered in my ear, "So how has it been living for 2 weeks with the doodhwali?"
Ah, Taiba. My second mamani. Or doodhwali (milkwoman), as my other mamanis referred to her, because of her giant, humongous breasts that jiggled all the time, which Taiba seemed helpless to hide.
"It's... been... fun." I paused and chose my words carefully. "We have been exploring the countryside, going for walks, and sightseeing in the village. We also were able to get that shop in the market with the agent, you know. I talked with both barey mamu and chotey mamu about the shop. They are going to send some merchandise with chotey mamani when she is here."
"I see." Something about Shaheen's tone puzzled me. It almost seemed like she was expecting me to say something else. But the rickshaw suddenly hit a sharp rut and shook us hard.
"Dada!" My mamani scolded the driver angrily. "Don't cycle so fast! Watch the road! Where is your mind?"
"Sorry, didi." A muffled apology from Tara quieted her down, as the rickshaw slowed a little.
Ah, Taiba. I had thought so much of her today! I remembered the one conversation I had with Taiba after one amorous sex session.
"Any regrets?" I had asked her.
Taiba had the best reply.
"I never thought I would ever do something like this. But I have no regrets as long as we are happy with it, and no one is hurt."
Yes... no regrets.
"So really... nothing happened between you and Taiba? Like... um... us?"
Shaheen's sharp question, whispered into my ear, brought me back to the present. I gave her a puzzled look... very good acting, even I said so myself.
"Oh, come on, barey mamani!" I rolled my eyes. "You know I only tease her... and her peechwade. While you... on the other hand..."
"Hmm. And I was the more conservative one."
"And that's why..." I leaned in, to whisper in her ear. "What happened between us was so good."
"Hmm, so really... nothing happened between you and Taiba?" She was insistent!
"Come on... barey mamani!" I pretended to give a big sigh. "You act as if I am here to take each of my mamanis to bed! What happened between you and me... that was special."
"Hmm."
Again, Shaheen seemed somewhat puzzled, but she dropped it for now. I guess she had assumed I would similarly make a play for Taiba as I had for her. And I had succeeded with her, so maybe she assumed I had similarly taken advantage of Taiba (and correct assumption, I might add!). But I wasn't going to tell her about Taiba.
Not yet. I had to plan this carefully.
For now, let Shaheen think she was the only aunt I was having an affair with. The only aunt I was fucking.
"Speaking of Taiba mamani," I told Shaheen. "She actually isn't home. She had gone out to visit her aunt and cousin. She will be back in about three hours."
I gave Shaheen's waist a little squeeze. I could see a small smile appear at the corner of her lips. Given Shaheen's tall stature and ample size, we were already squeezed together on the small rickshaw, but Shaheen seemed to snuggle even closer to me. She leaned closer to again whisper into my ear.
"Beta, this is great. So, we will be home alone. I can't wait to get home." She had a huge smile now on her face. "I have thought about you so much."
All I could do was give Shaheen's waist another squeeze. Then I leaned in and gave her a kiss on her right cheek.
SMOOCH!
"I am so happy you are now back, mamani."
I kissed her again.
SMOOCH!
"This is a very memorable summer, and you made it all the more special, barey mamani."
I leaned in to kiss her again. Her cheek was now very wet.
SMOOCH!
Shaheen was helpless and couldn't do much as I held her firmly by the waist, and kissed her on her cheeks, repeatedly.
"Beta." She begged, whispering in a hushed tone. "Please wait. Don't... kiss me... now. Let's go home first. I will be all yours then. Pura hawas nikalna!"
* * *
Once we were home, I picked up her luggage and took it upstairs to her room. I didn't even wait a moment later than that as I hungrily turned towards my aunt.
"Oh, Nazu." Shaheen purred as I drew closer to her. She seemed a little surprised at how fast I scooped her in my arms and drew her in closer to me. She was a big lady and yet I had picked her up so easily.
"Oh, Nazu. I haven't taken a bath yet." Shaheen pointed out, as I pressed her body against mine. "I probably stink."
I shushed her by placing my mouth on hers, kissing her lips. Shaheen trembled slightly as I placed my hands on her big bum. Simultaneously, I pressed my tongue into her as I also started to powerfully knead and grope her big bottom like one would knead a dough.
"Oh, Nazu." Shaheen murmured as I came up for air. "Please let me brush my teeth-"
Uff! I wanted to gently slap her, but I pressed my lips again on hers to shut her up. My hands once more found themselves on her ass as I squeezed my barey mamani's fleshy buttocks. My tongue found hers and we hungrily kissed each other. She was now purring contentedly as I kissed her forehead, her fleshy cheeks, and beautiful eyes.
"Oh Nazu!" She murmured. "You are such a good kisser. No one ever kissed me like this!"
We had now reached the bed and I pinched her bottom, indicating to her to lie down on the bed. I must have pinched her a bit too hard, as she tried to mouth the word "ouch". She couldn't however, as my lips were back on hers, sucking on her tongue, so my poor aunt had to make do with just rubbing her bottom with her hand where I had pinched her. I patted her rump impatiently.
Shaheen, seeing my hunger for her, smiled. It was a lovely smile, and she seemed happy to carefully lie down on the bed on the covers. I lay down next to her and began to kiss her again. She was now responding to my aggression, her hands gently rubbing my crotch, and feeling my hardness through my pants.
"Beta." She finally managed to get a word in as I paused for air again. "Let me brush my teeth please."
I raised my hand and gave her ass a sharp spank. It was a hard one.
SMACK!
"No, mamani. There is no need! I love you like this."
"Ok, beta." Shaheen seemed to reluctantly relent, but she had one plea. "Please let me take off my kameez, beta."
She must have been worried that I would rip it open! I grinned as I watched her sit up and take off her top. I too unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my toned body underneath. I then straddled Shaheen, almost pressing myself down on top of her, to kiss her even more passionately. My barey mamani ran her hands across my chest, over my ripped abdomen, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down closer to her. Slowly and slow, any inhibitions she might have had about her unwashed nature and sweat and breath started to disappear.
I leaned down to kiss her neck and closed my fingers around her wrists. I moved her arms firmly over her head and dragged my lips across her arm, kissing the back of one hand as I moved across it. She was now smiling warmly as I kissed her again, hard. I left her arms above her head as I moved my lips down her neck and over her bra. I continued to move lower, down her chest and her perky breasts, and over her tummy.
"Oh, Nazu!" My aunt could only mumble.
Things started to move fast after that.
I sat up and began to pull on her drawstrings of her shalwar. Soon her bottom was flying across the room somewhere. My own pants came off quite fast, leaving me in only my underwear. With another tug, I pulled Shaheen's panties down to her ankles. Within seconds, I had stripped my conservative aunt almost completely naked. Her cunt now lay bare open to me.
She hadn't shaved for some time, so her pubic hair, curly and messy, stared back at me. She blushed slightly as I placed my hand on her wetness.
"Oh, beta." She seemed to be embarrassed. "Please excuse the mess down there."
I was now beside her, holding her firmly with one hand behind her neck, kissing her lips warmly and passionately. With the other hand, I was rubbing her moist cunt. Thirsting and hungry with lust for so many days, my poor aunt couldn't hold out for long. I knew exactly how to play her.
I was now grinding against her and she against me, desperate for me to enter her. She was now moaning, but I refused to slip into her. I teased her as I kissed the top of her chest above her bra and her lips, again and again, while slipping first one, then two, and then three whole fingers in her by now a very wet and dripping hole. I was an expert at fingering women, and my aunt had been horny to begin with. There was now a definite musk in the room as she began to leak her juices. I rubbed her again.
"Oh, beta!" With a loud grunt, Shaheen could hold off for no longer, and started to helplessly cum on my fingers.
"Unggggh! OOOOOH! NAAAAAZ!" She cried out, as my fingers filled up with her liquid. I held her tight as she squirmed through her huge, and loud, orgasm.
With her conservative upbringing, Shaheen would always get embarrassed when she started to cum like that, yet she couldn't help herself. I looked at her eyes, as she blushed a bright red crimson, while her mouth made noises and her body writhed and trembled in my arms.
"Oh, beta!" She could only gush, as her orgasm slowly subsided.
It was now time for me to fuck her. I unclipped her bra from the back. Shaheen, now thoroughly blushing and embarrassed at how quickly she had been subdued, stripped, and brought to an orgasm, kissed my cheek and moved on to tug on my earlobe with her teeth as I took off the last article of clothing between us. She was now ready to feel me inside of her, and I could feel her starting to shake again with anticipation. Another orgasm was loading inside her.
I rolled us back over, so I was again on top and ran my hands slowly over my aunt's huge breasts, and up to her neck to clasp it and pull up down into another feverish kiss. I then looked deeply into her eyes and pushed myself slowly into her.
"OOOOOOH!"
As my penis began to burrow insider her, my mamani started to moan, again, in ecstasy. She closed her eyes, arching her back, trying to get me in beyond her cervix wall. I, however, resisted the temptation and pulled out slowly, and then pushed back in.
"UNNNNGHH!"
Once again, I pulled out and pushed back in, making my poor old aunt's body shake with pleasure.
"UNNNNGHH!"
Shaheen cried out as I began to tunnel my way deeper into her. Her breath caught as I repeatedly pushed ever slowly and pulled back out and pushed back in. She seemed to be racked with a feverish eagerness and she tried to tilt her hips and get me inside her faster. But I held her big, wide, hips down and kissed her on the lips. Slowly and slowly, I was now moving inside of her. I ran my tongue over her lips and kissed her cheeks. I then buried my head in between her giant breasts as I pushed in farther.
"UNNNNGHH! UNNNNGHH!"
I looked deep into her eyes. She was now whimpering softly, powerlessly.
"Oh, Nazu! Nazu!"
I suddenly thrust myself into her, going in the last bit. She was now in the middle of another instant orgasm. Her body wracked with powerful desires, she was now screaming my name again and again. Her breathing was fast and ragged.
"Oh Nazu! Oh Nazu! F-f...Fuck me!! F-fuck me! Harder! Harder!"
She had now given in shamelessly to her body, orgasming over and over. Shaheen was now moaning and screaming my name again and again in her trance. I never wanted it to end but I knew I had to cum soon.
"Oh Nazu! Oh Nazu! F-f...Fuck me!! Faster! OOOOH YEEEESSSSS!"
I was on the threshold of pure pleasure. Shaheen and I had never made love like this before. I could not help myself.
"Oh... barey mamani." I panted. "I am... going to... cum. Let's... switch..."
Shaheen nodded. With my dick still inside her, she then moved as we rolled again. She now straddled herself over me, her big frame now on top of me as I lay on my back, my manhood buried deep in her cunt. Yes, she was heavy, but I could more than bear her weight. And I was so near the edge.
Shaheen pushed herself onto me hard, and wracked with shivering as her sweating body felt the cool air. I laid my hands over her pendulous breasts that now filled my sight.
"Oh, barey mamani!"
With a grunt, I began to cum inside my aunt.
Shaheen wrapped her arms powerfully around me, even as my arms were around her waist, resting on top of her butt crack. She was pushing my pulsing cock even deeper into her. My body jerked and grunted as I was beginning to empty my load inside her belly. It was so epic, that I almost blacked out with pleasure.
"OOOOOOH NAAAZ!" My aunt cried out as I continued to pump her.
Finally, she fell on my chest, tired, sweaty, wet, as my cock continued to pulse inside her. She clung on to me, as we were locked in a tight embrace.
"OOOOH NAAZ!" Shaheen murmured, kissing my face softly. "You are an animal. I love you!"
I could only nod.
"I love you too, barey mamani."
After some time, we got up. We showered together and then had lunch.
Afterwards, we fucked again in her room. This one was slower, and gentler, but in the end we both came together in one rocking mega orgasm.
"Oh barey mamani!"
"OH NAZU beta!"
As we lay there, post coitus, I started to stifle a yawn. For some reason, lunch and then the post meal coitus had made me extremely drowsy.
"Let me go to my room." I told her. "I am feeling so sleepy, I need a quick power nap."
"Oh, just sleep here, na!" My aunt's maternal instincts took over.
"But Taiba will come..." I began to say, but Shaheen hushed me.
"I will just tell her we were talking, and you fell asleep."
I guess something about fucking two women four times (since the morning, twice with Taiba before she left, and now twice with Shaheen) so quickly has a habit of draining a man out - even a young man like me. I needed a little nap to recharge, so didn't want to argue. I lay snuggled against my aunt's warm and inviting breasts, sucking at her nipples, nibbling at her areole, my hands squeezing and fingering her bum, and pretty soon drifted off to sleep.
* * *
I woke up with a dread! How long have I slept for!
It was dark outside. Shaheen was nowhere to be seen. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had been sleeping for a while. Taiba must be home by now, and downstairs with Shaheen.
I remained lying on the bed, gathering my thoughts. Both my aunts - both of them my lovers - were now downstairs. I had to decide how I wanted to play the situation. Moreover, as I thought more and more about it, it was clear that Shaheen had wanted me to hook up with Taiba, and Taiba was actually lying about her marriage and husband.
Let me explain.
I had thought... that everything that had happened with my aunts here at the lodge... had been a natural flow of events. I was always a flirtatious boy and my aunts loved having a little masti (fun) with me - their youngest nephew. Even though I was now a grown up, they had always seen me as a baby and tolerated from me what they wouldn't from any other nephew - a little touching, a little more squeezing, and a whole lot of kissing. They were getting older, I had reasoned, so they tolerated a little badmaashi, a little naughtiness, from their young (and horny) nephew. It gave them a cheap thrill (which is how I justified my horrendous behaviour to myself). I loved to gently molest... yes that was the phrase... gently molest... my aunts, and they loved this attention from me, and it was all harmless little fun as long as no lines were crossed.
At least that's how I justified my lecherous behaviour with them. Gentle molestation and respect the lines.
One thing was very clear by now. Taiba had clearly LIED about her marriage. There was NO fighting going on between her husband and her. Mamu clearly loved his wife. That much was evident when he had visited us a few days ago.
He was very loving and adoring towards her. Whenever he was beside her and he thought I wasn't looking, he was touching her, squeezing her, and even feeling her up. He even placed a hand a few times on her ass and pinched her full-sized buttocks a few times. Like every other Indian man, Taiba's big peechwade was obviously a draw for him. And of all the men who had fun with Taiba's gaand, as her husband, he was the only man who actually had full right to that big ass. Despite him being an older man, whenever he poked his wife in the gaand it was all done with a naughty smile at his wife, and Taiba always responded back.
He was the perfect gentleman. He was someone who loved and cared for his wife. You could feel it from the way he took care of her, handled her, spoke to her... and then made love to her at night. I remembered the sweet affectionate words Taiba had spoken to her husband. No - there was no trouble between them. So why had she lied to all of us?
My Taiba mamani was always smiling sweetly at her husband. Even when I wasn't there, she was calling him jaanu and other terms of endearment. I couldn't help but be a little peeved at Taiba's double faced behaviour. She was behaving all syrupy with her older husband while bonking me - his nephew - just hours earlier, lying to me about how he had mistreated her.
The only ONE thing that Taiba hadn't lied... and it was the fact that mamu wasn't a great lover. That much was true. As I had peeped in and seen them having sex, he didn't last long. A woman like Taiba wanted more, and mamu couldn't satisfy her. Taiba desperately wanted more love, but she didn't want to jeopardize her marriage. Especially when mamu was such a rich man.
Hence, when it was decided I would be spending time at the lodge in the summer with my mamanis, Taiba must have decided to finally, fully, completely, seduce me. She knew there was no risk I would tell on her, and her marriage was safe. What had happened was that Taiba finally had gotten tired of me playing with just her peechwade. She wanted me completely.
And just as insurance, she invented a lie that there was something in her marriage, and her husband didn't care about her, so I would be more sympathetic. I mean, she didn't need to do that - our relationship was always at a naughty level and all she needed to do was take it to the next step - but she wanted to make sure I wasn't going to have ANY second thoughts or sympathies for my mamu. Hence the lie.
THIS is why she had lied.
And she would've gotten away with it too, had mamu decided not to pay us a visit. I was not supposed to see how caring and loving he was with her.
However...
What really puzzled me about her behaviour was why did she repeat the lie with Sachin the gangster on the bus this morning? There was no need to lie to this gangster that her husband didn't love her. He was going to molest her regardless. And it wasn't done because I was there - she had no idea I was there. So... what was her game? Did she want to seduce him as well?
And that was what was bothering me about her.
Now let me turn to Shaheen. As I began to relive through all the incidents of the summer with her, it was clear that Shaheen wanted me to bang Taiba.
Why?
It all started when I had called barey mamani and told her I wanted to spend the summer at their lodge. I knew that usually my mamus and their wives took turns to visit the lodge during the summer. I was fully prepared to spend time with my mamus AND mamanis.
Yet barey mamani, who planned the whole schedule, made sure it was just going to be my aunts and me. No husbands. Why?
On that very first phone call, Shaheen had told me that my uncles were not planning to go this early in the summer to the lodge, as business for some reason was very busy. However, since I wanted to go, my aunts were going to be there and would divide their time with me. Shaheen herself would schedule all the aunts' timings so each had some time with me. Their favourite nephew.
Again, at that time, I hadn't thought of anything about that remark, but since then, I had done some digging. And what I found out surprised me.
Business wasn't any busier than last year, on average. In fact, my mamus could have been here at the lodge, but somehow they weren't. So not having my mamus here had been all Shaheen's doing.
So... it was her who somehow convinced my uncles they didn't need to be here.
So... I could be all alone with my mamanis.
And then there was the curious schedule that Shaheen had made. I remembered talking to my chotey mamani, Nadia, about it. And she had made the same remark then... as she had today.
"So," Nadia had told me, half playfully and half wistfully, "Shaheen bhabhi and Taiba bhabhi will have you to themselves for a month, all alone, before I get there. Don't do anything to them that you won't to me!"
"As if!" I had retorted, but now, I had to think.
Shaheen had made it so that she would spend some time with me, and then Taiba, and then them both.
Straight away on that first call, barey mamani had started to flirt with me. And I also with her.
"My! My!" I remembered Shaheen laughing on that call. "Besharam! Flirting with your old married aunt, beta! Oh, how I have missed you, Nazu! Now I can't wait until you come to the lodge, beta. You are my favourite nephew."
Note it was not "we" can't wait, but "I".
"I am sure you tell that to all of your nephews, barey mamani." I had to reply.
"Nah." Shaheen had replied playfully. "Only the ones that are handsome studs."
You tell me that wasn't flirting. I wasn't expecting that from my conservative aunt. Still, I had replied in an equal jesting tone (clearly, I don't think at those times).
"Now who's flirting?" I had asked her. "If I were there right now, barey mamani, I would pinch your big bum for that."
So early, and on that very first phone call, I was talking about her ass. Clearly there was a naughty environment, but at that time I wasn't thinking about sex. At that time, Shaheen was still my conservative aunt. And Taiba was nowhere in the picture.
So... Shaheen was setting up the naughty atmosphere in the lodge. She was hoping that all of this would make me very horny, and then when I would be alone with Taiba, we would finally give in our temptations.
Remember the very first day at the lodge with Shaheen mamani?
I had greeted her, played the kissing game with her, and then she had told me about Taiba.
"Well, you know how it is in our community." She had confided in me. "Married for twelve years, no kids, wife getting older, letting herself go, getting fatter, people talk."
I remembered how I had to hug barey mamani, kiss her, and squeeze her on her hips to make her 'confess' to me. Placing an arm around her waist. Drawing her closer to me. Buttering her up.
"Barey Mamani. You know I am not a kid anymore. If our family is having some issues, you can tell me. I will try to help. You know I am very close to all of you, my beautiful mamanis."
Squeezing her waist. Kissing her. Shaheen kissing me back, before confiding in me. Me, having to control myself as my hands were on her buttocks. I had to stop myself so as not to grope or pinch Shaheen. I remembered then how her rump felt so bubbly and bouncy against my palms.
"Nazu beta." Still wrapped up in my arms, Shaheen kissed my forehead. "If anyone can comfort your mamanis, it's you."
I remembered how Shaheen had led me towards Taiba. She had told me how Taiba and her husband were having some issues, and maybe there was another woman. Shaheen was making sure I was sympathetic to Taiba.
Shaheen could have just believed what Taiba told her about the sad state of her marriage and spoken honestly to me. Or Shaheen could have planned the whole thing with Taiba. In that case BOTH my mamanis had been lying to me.
Back to Taiba now. Fast forward to when I had gone to Taiba's room to talk to her.
On how Taiba had come out of the shower, wearing just a bra and a petticoat, and hugged me tight. And on how, after I had kissed her on each cheek, she immediately went into the 'feeling sorry for herself' mode even as she had praised my good looks.
With our arms still wrapped around each other, she had slightly tapped me on my bum before remarking, "Flirting with your old, fat, ugly mamani!"
There she was, calling herself fat and ugly. And of course, I had to deny that.
"Mamani! You are not fat, or old! And definitely not ugly!"
Within minutes we were back to our old mischievous ways, and I was pinching her bum and playing with her peechwade, and even helping her put on her blouse!
After the first lunch, where I sat on my aunts' laps, in turn, as they fed me with their own hands, I had visited Taiba in her bedroom, where she asked me to lie down with her on the bed. I knew Taiba was looking to have a longer conversation with me. I often gave her a sympathetic year and a shoulder to cry on. In return, she had often turned a blind eye to my indiscretions and lecherous behaviour with her, and I had expected more of the same.
That was when she had first started to sort of officially seduce me when she herself took my hand and placed it on her stomach. Her bare stomach.
"Don't ever start to feel shy with me, Nazu." Taiba had told me, as my finger rested on her navel. "You are the one relative I love dearly, and who I know loves me back equally. If you want to hug me, just put your arms around me and hug me. And if you want to kiss me, just take me and kiss me."
Now, looking back, I knew that was her opening salvo. She was probably testing the waters, to see if I would really up the ante with her.
I barely remembered the rest of the conversation, but she had gone on to complain about her husband, and most of her in-laws, including my grand mother (and her mother-in-law). All the while I was playing with her tummy and buttocks. At that time, I thought she was ignoring my libidinous behaviour. Now I realized that she was actually counting on it to continue.
"Mamu should appreciate what a loving, and may I say, beautiful wife he has." I remembered I said something like that to comfort her. When she had replied that my own wife would be one lucky lady, I had shaken my head.
"Nah!" I remembered saying, while my fingers "accidently" touched the lower part of her breasts. "When I have a fat, sexy girlfriend like you, mamani, why do I need a wife. If you ever tire of mamu, just get married to me."
What a fool I had been! I thought... I remembered... how my aunt did not seem to care as I moved my hands to behind her bum and squeezed her butt cheek. She had grinned when I patted her rump, and then paid me no heed as she started to rant again about my nani, while I played with her peechwade, touching, caressing, squeezing, patting and pinching her buttocks. That was all an act. She HAD been noticing it.
And that was BEFORE we played the kissing game, and then BEFORE I spanked her. Wow. Back then, I thought it was all happening naturally.
And maybe it was. Maybe, like always, I was over thinking everything. But Taiba's lies meant probably this was all planned.
I remembered then overhearing a conversation again in the kitchen, when Taiba was departing.
"It's the 7.30 pm bus." Taiba had said to Shaheen. "I think my gaand can tolerate a few pinches. The 8.30 pm bus is when the labourers use it, and that was when you and I got our gaands properly assaulted last time."
So... this morning's experience, when Taiba had taken the morning bus and gotten her gaand ravaged on the bus, was nothing new to Taiba. My Taiba mamani, the slut.
Taiba.
I grinned. Oh, how I love you, Taiba!
This aunt of mine had always been a bit of a naughty slut.
I remember once visiting my mother's ancestral village. I had just turned eighteen and was going to university after the summer, so it was a kind of "graduating from high school" vacation. In addition to my parents, Taiba had been with us on that trip. It had been some time since I had started to have a playful relation with her, and I couldn't help but be infatuated with her.
Her shining skin.
Her often exposed (to me) navel.
Her giant big breasts.
Her big gelatinous buttocks.
Her mouth-watering smile that made her even more tempting.
As I accompanied her everywhere on that trip, I noticed that men would love to talk to her. Taiba, as per her nature, is a very innocent and loving type woman with a helping, mothering nature. She doesn't hurt any one and she loves to make everyone happy. So, she would always smile and talk back, even as the men would leer at her.
Now Taiba always used to wear sari with blouse and petticoat, but in the villages, you will see women who sometimes wore the sari without any blouse. One day, I remember it very well, it was quite hot, and I had to accompany Taiba to the market. To my surprise, I realized she wasn't wearing a blouse that day! I guess it must have been really hot, or she must have put all of her blouses for washing, or maybe she was missing mamu and feeling a little bit naughty. At that time, even though I had started to pinch and grope her butt, my relation wasn't as close as it would get, so I didn't make a comment about her lack of blouse. What I was trying to do was discreetly see if she was wearing a bra, or if she - like the village women - simply covered her big melons with her sari only.
Soon I figured out the most amazing thing. If I walked right beside her and glanced to her side, her two huge breasts could always be seen partially from under the sari. In fact, I later figured her side breast view and bottom view can easily seen by someone near her. In the market, when she bent over while picking up the vegetables, everyone could see her cleavage quite clearly.
Taiba never repeated this act. Perhaps this one time was enough for her, or perhaps someone told on her and she got a verbal tongue lashing from the other women of the family. My grandmother (nani) loved to scold her (and the other bahus) and Taiba was always scared of her.
Taiba's partial nudity (of that ONE day) became the topic of conversation amongst the young men in the village. I used to play cricket with some of them, and they would tease me all the time about my "Aunty".
"You are her darling nephew."
"You are so close to the milk factory!"
"Do you suck her big breasts at night?"
"If she was my mamani I would hug her all the time and press those melons."
I should have been angry, but I really didn't mind because these were mere villagers, and I was out of there by end of summer.
So now, back to reality. I had an aunt - Taiba - who was a slut and wanted to fuck me, even lying to me (and to a gangster) about her husband. I had another aunt - Shaheen - who was really conservative, but for some reason wanting me to bang Taiba. And... somehow... Shaheen herself fell into temptation and got fucked by me. And unknown to her, I then fucked Taiba as well.
Soon it would be time to lay out all the cards, out in the open.
Confront the truth.
But not yet.
Quickly putting on my clothes, I went to my own room and freshened up. I searched for my shortest underwear, and then put on a t-shirt, and then I began to walk quietly downstairs. I was right; from the sound of it, Taiba had returned, and she and Shaheen were now in the kitchen. I crept to the edge of the kitchen door from the hallway.
I felt naughty, standing there in the hallway eavesdropping on my aunts. They were seated at the bar in the kitchen, sipping their chai, completely oblivious to me standing outside listening in. I peered in discreetly. Shaheen had her back to me and Taiba never even glanced in my direction.
Taiba was dressed in a sari and blouse. The sari was loosely wrapped around her plump body, exposing her belly and navel. It was hot, and she had been sweating. And Shaheen was dressed in a nightie. To my surprise, my normally conservative aunt Shaheen was now dressed in a sleeveless nightie, which as made of mesh and some see through material, that tightly hugged her body, making her bust and butt more prominent.
For some time, my aunts just talked on random subjects, or as we call it, "idhar udhar ke baate". Then my ears perked up.
"I am surprised to see you in this sleeveless nightie, bhabi." Taiba remarked. "What will Nazu think?"
"Well, given that Nazu was dressed in a small underwear when he was with me," Shaheen commented. "I don't think he would mind."
"Really, just an underwear?" Taiba was surprised.
"Yes." Shaheen nodded. "I wanted him to sleep in my room... you know I can't sleep alone... and he told me he would be dressed in an underwear. And so... he was!"
"So, when you were with him, you let Nazu just roam around the house in his underwear?" Taiba asked.
I could see Shaheen shrug her shoulders.
"Yeah." She replied. "What do to... I told him to at least wear pants when the maid is here in the morning."
"Did he?" Taiba asked.
Shaheen laughed.
"Once or twice, I think. Then... he just stopped. I don't even know how Pushpita got comfortable with it... maybe she must have given him a massage or two. But Nazu just stopped wearing pants. He was always in his underwear. And sometimes... he is so naughty... you can see his lund (penis) peeking out."
Both my aunts giggled.
"And he does have a big one!" Shaheen continued! "Much bigger than our husbands!"
"Hmm. Do you think Nazu had sex with Pushpita, Bhabhi?" Taiba asked. "She's the maid, after all. And Nazu is one horny young man."
Shaheen appeared shocked.
"Taiba!" She hissed. "This is our nephew we are talking about. And the maid!"
"So... what! We are talking about his penis peeking out of his underwear, and what a big penis it is!" Taiba was nonchalant. "Nazu is a young man with needs, and we all know the rumours about Pushpita. Stories of her having sex with the young men of the houses she works in is now common."
"Let's not add to that rumour with alleged tales of our own nephew." Shaheen cautioned.
"Well," Taiba grinned, "I wonder what rumours that maid has spread in the village about you?"
"About... me?" Shaheen appeared shocked. "Why?"
"Well, living alone away from your husband in a house with a young man who doesn't wear pants, just his underwear. And lets his big lund peek out!"
"HE IS MY NEPHEW." Shaheen insisted, getting a little red. "What business is it of any body's... well... did Nazu even wear his underwear when he was with you for a few days? Or did he just roam in without clothes, his hands on your bum?"
This was a rather nasty dig and a sharp retort from Shaheen to Taiba. However, Taiba took it in stride and just winked at Shaheen.
For a moment, both ladies were quiet. Then Taiba nudged Shaheen.
"So," She winked mischievously. "Did anything... you know... happen... I mean..."
The hair on my arms literally rose as I heard Taiba ask Shaheen about us. I wondered what Shaheen's reaction would be.
"What do you mean?" My barey mamani was calm and collected. "And I should ask YOU that question."
Taiba snorted.
"Oh, c'mon Bhabhi! You were sharing your bed with Nazu - a young man full of raging hormones who feels comfortable around his mamanis in his underwear. When you went to bed, I am sure he gave you a hug or even cuddled with you."
"Um, yes." Shaheen was completely nonchalant. "But that's our Nazu. You know, he is always hugging or kissing you or me. Look at how he usually greets you! I am sure he will... be all over you... and your peechwade... when he wakes up."
Taiba grinned. She was taking all the shade Shaheen was throwing at her and it was water off a duck's back.
"Of course!" Taiba replied. "He has always been free with me! Well, let me tell you something, bhabi! Whenever he hugs me, his hands stray... well, just for a little bit... on my bum... he cops a feel, and then his hands are gone... it's all so innocent! He is very smart, our nephew!"
"Everyone cops a feel of your buttocks!" Shaheen harrumphed. "Sometimes I don't even trust my husband when he hugs you. Any man that hugs you... I am sure their hands stray down to your gaand."
"Oh, Bhabhi." Taiba good naturedly shooed the allegation away. "I only let Nazu take liberties with me. I let him do whatever he wants with me. No one else."
"Why? WHATever he wants? Taiba... he's our nephew!"
"Meh." Taiba shrugged her shoulders. "I love it when he gropes my ass. Or gives me a kiss. Or pinches my butt cheeks. Makes me feel sexy. I will let him do WHAT ever he wants to do with me, Bhabhi. You know, whenever he kisses me, he always gives my bum a firm squeeze."
This was a rather bold declaration from Taiba. For a moment Shaheen didn't say anything but simply stared at her.
"Initially, it was just a harmless pat." Taiba confessed. "And slowly, as time went on, he would not just squeeze my peechwade, but pat my bum, caress my bum, pinch my bum, fondle my bum..."
"And now he just gropes you openly." Shaheen interjected, and Taiba laughed.
"Do you know he actually spanked me last week?" Taiba asked. Shaheen's jaw fell.
"W-w-what do you mean?" My older aunt finally managed to ask.
"Once... two days ago... I think, I made some tea." Taiba grinned. "And I forgot to put sugar in it. Nazu made me bend over here, on the counter, and then spanked my ass ten times. He said... as the man of the house... he expects to discipline me like that for my mistakes."
"And you just... let him... spank you?" Shaheen asked, pretending to be shocked.
Oh, look at you, acting so holy, I grinned. How many times have I spanked you, Shaheen mamani?
"I will let him do it again." Taiba declared. "He is the man of the house now, isn't he?"
"You just like him touching your ass."
For some time no one spoke. It seemed as if my older aunt was processing what Taiba said.
"What about your bus ride back to Tinpur?" Shaheen finally asked. "How was that? Did anyone grope your ass on that one? Or pinch your butt cheeks?"
Suddenly Taiba made a face.
"Oh, Bhabhi!" Her eyes became big, and her mood completely changed. "Don't ask! It was a horror show! Both in the morning, and now! My ass is right now so sore, it's unbelievable!"
The tone of their conversation immediately changed. Shaheen seemed to commiserate. She quit her antagonist attitude towards Taiba and started to sympathize with her.
"It has become worse, hasn't it?" My barey mamani said. "I took the bus myself this morning to return here, and I didn't expect it to be this bad. I don't remember it being this bad."
"What happened?" Taiba asked. "Did anyone... um... bother you?"
It was Shaheen's turn to make a face.
"You don't know half of it. Even Nazu was asking me about it when he picked me up - he saw me give a dirty look to the bus conductor! I had to lie to him that it wasn't that bad, of course."
"Of course." Taiba nodded understandingly. "These men will not understand. What really happened, Bhabhi?"
"The bus conductor had his hands on my gaand from the very first minute." Shaheen shook her head, reliving the ordeal. "Before, they used to be discreet, you know! Now... nothing like that! Straight on... as soon as the bus started to move... in front of everyone! I was so ashamed! So humiliated!"
Taiba nodded, agreeing, as Shaheen continued.
"When the bus started to move, the conductor just comes and stands next to me, and tells me, loudly, 'Shaheen baji, I will be your special friend for the ride'. And then just starts groping me, right there! No hiding it or doing it subtly. Other men on the bus started to whistle, and I think someone even was recording it on his cell as this man touched, prodded, and then pinched me on my bum! And they knew my name!"
"Oh no!" Taiba was genuinely horrified. "That recording! They are all recording now. Um... was there... any other... woman on the bus?"
"There was one other." Shaheen replied remorsefully. "I think she was some construction worker or something. Someone low class. At some point during the ride, they brought her to stand next to me. Both of us were holding the handrails, looking at each other helplessly as our asses were smacked, probed, fingered and pinched by all the men. She was from the low class of society, I am from a high class respectable family... but there was no difference between us then! I tell you - it was horrible. I felt like I was being raped. I really hope that recording... it never makes to anyone we know."
Again, there was some silence as both ladies digested the fact.
"What happened to you, Taiba?" Shaheen asked. "I know you went this morning..."
Taiba decided not to go into too much detail. She completely left out Sachin in her story.
"Five men surrounded me." Taiba said. "Bhabhi! They spanked me... loudly! Everyone in Tinpur saw me get on the bus. There were men there... who own these vegetable stalls... on the bus. And I was being spanked... in front of them. And then... groped. And... kissed. Ugh! They even kissed me... and felt up my boobs! It used to be a rule that they never went above the waist. Now, not so much! Ugh!"
Again, there was silence, as both ladies mentally relived their ordeal.
"Taiba." Finally Shaheen commented. "I don't think we can take these morning or late evening bus rides anymore. It used to be a nuisance. But now it's becoming dangerous. You don't know what can happen. We were lucky not to get gangraped! And... our husbands... they don't know! If they find out... it... won't be good. Already someone was recording my butt being fingered today. And you said... some people from the market know what happened to you. If these things get back to our families..."
"Yes." Taiba agreed. "It wasn't so bad before. Now... Bhabhi... let's forget those unpleasant experiences. I want to turn the conversation back to Nazu."
I saw Shaheen stiffen up.
"What about him?"
"When you were with him... here... alone... did he try anything? I mean... even when he hugs... you know his hands stray. At least they do on my body."
"Anyone's hands stray on your butt!" Shaheen snorted. "As for Nazu, I am sure he doesn't mean anything. You know how he is. Very comfortable with touching us."
It was a desperate lie, and both ladies knew it.
"Oh, I'm not complaining about his wandering hands, mind you." Taiba laughed. "It feels nice when Nazu gropes my ass."
"He. Does. Not. Grope. My. Ass." Shaheen tried in vain to defend me and continued to lie. "He never tried any hanky panky with me, either. He was always so respectful."
Even I had to stifle a laughter on that comment as I continued to eavesdrop.
"Hmm." Wisely, Taiba let the matter drop. Or so I thought.
"I am sure when he cuddled you," Taiba was relentless, "His hands must have gone to your waist. Or even just brushed your boobs. And when you slept, he must have hugged you tight from behind. Poking your butt with his... you know... thingy."
"Taiba, you have always been naughty. Stop such talk. I am feeling shy." Shaheen replied indignantly.
Taiba clasped her hands.
"Bhabhi! I can see by your blushing face that I am right. Admit it! You liked it, didn't you?"
When Shaheen didn't say anything back, Taiba continued. "Oh, c'mon Bhabhi! You HAVE to tell me. I will not let you sleep till you tell me what exactly happened!"
"OK, alright." Shaheen finally relented. "Something DID happen."
I completely stood still. What was she going to say?
My barey mamani leaned in closer and then said, "I slept with him."
WHAT. THE. FUCK. Every hair on my body rose.
"What?!!" Taiba's jaw was on the floor. "What?!!! What do you mean slept?"
"Sex. Fuck. He fucked me." Shaheen went on, becoming more and more crude. "He fucked me in my choot. He came in my mouth. He split my gaand. He had me in every room in the house. Many times. I lost count... he must have fucked me 2-3 times every day."
For a moment no one spoke. Then, timidly, Taiba ventured a question.
"Oh my God! That is unbelievable. Our own Nazu! He is a real man. Were you able to take that much sex?"
Shaheen's eyes sparkled.
"Actually, I loved it. I couldn't have enough of it. Nazu was usually a gentle lover, but he did get really rough a few times. He slapped me a few times too! I guess it depends on his mood. He is very good at foreplay. And he can last long, AND he is a good kisser."
Hearing not a peep from Taiba, Shaheen continued.
"I really loved it when we did it sitting. He sat on this chair and made me sit on his lund."
Once again, there was no words spoken for a few minutes. Taiba then opened her mouth and was about to say something when Shaheen burst out laughing.
"Look at your face. Oh, Taiba, LOOK AT YOUR FACE! You believed me! You completely believed me!"
"Well, I never! WOW." Taiba was clearly dumbfounded. She had completely believed Shaheen, and now she was being told it was all a joke. "WOW Bhabhi! You... you..."
I had to wonder at the chutzpah of my barey mamani. She had basically confessed our affair, but now just passed it off as a joke and Taiba was actually falling for it.
"Well, it's getting late." Shaheen stood up. "And my lover needs to be woken up for dinner."
"You are a joker, Bhabhi, you know that!" Taiba was still a little angry at being taken for a ride (or so she thought!).
I thought it was time I made an entry.
"My beautiful mamanis." I exclaimed as I entered the room, and both my aunts were now standing up.
"Oh, you are up, Nazu." Shaheen exclaimed. "I was just coming to wake you up."
"Well, you were in my dreams, barey mamani." I grinned, and then turned to Taiba. "And so were you, mamani. Both my beautiful mamanis, ravishing me."
I walked to stand behind Taiba and very quickly put my hands on her ample waist. Since she always wore a sari, her waist was exposed, so my hands were on the bare skin of her hips. I leaned in, and before she could react, gave her a very sloppy kiss on her pudgy right cheek.
SMOOCH!
"So glad to see you back, mamani!" I told her and gave her a not-so-subtle smack on her buttocks, which made her whole caboose jiggle. I knew Shaheen was watching, so I purposely gave her another little smack again on her bottom.
"I... am glad to see you too." Taiba finally found her voice, as I grabbed one of her butt cheeks and gave it a little jiggle, before letting go. I had to control myself. Already I was hard.
I then quickly moved towards Shaheen and wrapped my arms around my older aunt's hips.
"I am really hungry, barey mamani." I told her, and then kissed her on her left cheek, very close to her mouth.
SMOOCH!
"Dinner..." Shaheen also took time to speak, as I kissed her. "Should be ready soon, beta."
"Oh good." I replied, and then kissed her again on other cheek.
SMOOCH!
I then let go of her waist, gave her a small but again not-so-subtle pat on her butt. I had to control myself, so I didn't grope or finger Shaheen's bum, and moved to take a seat at the table.
Taiba had been watching us, especially when my hand had patted Shaheen's bottom.
"Hey, Naz." She pouted good-humoredly. "Why does Shahen Bhabhi get two kisses, and I get one? Shouldn't you kiss me again?"
I grinned.
"The evening is still young, Taibee." I answered, using my pet name for her, and then added ominously. "I have now two weeks to spend in this lodge with my beautiful mamanis. I am sure by the end of it, you won't be complaining of a lack of kisses. Now, let's take a selfie."
Even as we both laughed, and then I took a selfie with my phone of the three of us... for a moment my eyes met Shaheen's. She was looking at me with a very curious look, and a slight smile on her lips. Suddenly, I had the feeling that she knew.
Knew everything.
