Everyone watches Maya as she ceremoniously mouths Tariq’s cock.
“Altaf, keep the pounding a little slow and steady. There is a lot of time to kill and a lot of catching up to do,” Fidah advises her hulk-bodied sub-inspector brother Altaf. He is standing and pounding her son, Tariq, from behind.
He nods and slows his pace. Squatting on the floor, Fidah adds, “Come, Kishen. Give me your cock. Let me finish what I started. I hope now you can forgive me for having left you hanging earlier today (part 18).”
“Looking at the outcome that it led to, I forgive you, Fidah aunty,” Kishen jokes. He approaches the nude-but-scarfed Fidah, ignoring (not on purpose) Savi as he passes by her.
“Looks like there is no cock for me,” sighs Savi. She is left standing between Fidah blowing Kishen (her son) on her one side. Maya was blowing Tariq, who was being pounded by her uncle.
Just then, a naked Deepak rolls out from under the bed, calling out, “Hi, Everybody”.
“Oh, I thought you left, bro,” comments Kishen. Maya and Savi are surprised.
“Hi, Maya aunty. Hello Savi aunty,” Deepak greets them with a wide grin.
Taking Tariq’s cock out with a ‘plop’, Maya asks, “Does Hema (Deepak’s mother) know, Deepak?”
“Yes, aunty, mummy is in it too,”
“And so is Raj (Deepak’s psychologist father),” says Fidah. “But they’re not here with us today,” she adds.
Kishen sees Maya’s and Savi’s eyes and brows are wide at the surprising, steamy revelation. They look at each other in disbelief.
“Hai Bhagwan!” Maya exclaims with happiness and goes back to sucking Tariq with renewed vigour. With one hand, she proceeds to rub one of Tariq’s nipples. Her other hand takes the liberty to mildly squish and fondle the balls of Altaf, who is fucking Tariq.
“Come here, you! Let me suck you off.” Savi playfully orders Deepak. As he approaches Savi with a wide grin, he passes by Kishen and gives him an “I’m gonna head-fuck your Mom.” look.
For several minutes, the following sounds fill the room. The sound of the boys moaning. The sounds of the slurpy blowjobs they’re receiving. The slow, thumping sound of Tariq’s being ass fucked. The sound of Gauri (the literally fucked-over, exhausted maid) snoring in her passed-out sleep.
Many times, the boys exchanged looks at each other. Aside from the pleasure they were receiving, their eyes communicated the excitement of the situations they got themselves into. They think to themselves, “If only Karthik were also here.”
“Ah, oh Maya aunty, yours is one of the plumpest, chubbiest and cutest tits and body I’ve ever seen.” compliments Deepak while he is being sucked on by Savi (Kishen’s Mom.). He thereby initiates the break-the-ice conversations between everyone while they continue engaging in the pleasuring.
“I agree! I could cuddle with your chubby body all day, Maya aunty. Savi aunty, I love seeing the way you wobble your head on and around Deepak’s cock while working both your hands on it. I need to experience that kind of blowjob.” Tariq compliments Savi.
“And she’s twirling and flickering her tongue on my cock-head too, Tariq” adds Deepak. “Kishen, your mother is a blowjob queen.” A blowjob-giving Savi looks at Kishen eye-to-eye and raises her eyebrows a couple of times.
Feeling the need to compliment Fidah, not to risk her feeling left out, Kishen says, “Fidah aunty, seeing your scarfed head bob on my dick is more than enough to keep it hard all day long. And the way you look at my eyes sends tingles across my body. ”
Taking Kishen’s cock out of her mouth, Fidah says, “So considerate of you, Kishen. You are all showing yourselves to be good gentlemen who know how to compliment women.”
“Thank you, Aunty.” the boys respond together.
“I wish I could experience that from Ammi.” Tariq comments.
Savi and Maya stop in their tracks and give Fidah a “Don’t you do it with your son?” look.
“No. I don’t engage with my son.” Fidah says.
“Why?” they ask in unison.
“Just like that, and FYI, Deepak doesn’t engage with his mother (Hema), although she may want to. So, it’s preferences, I guess.”
Nodding, they go back to giving heads to Tariq and Deepak.
“It seems only my son (Karthik) is totally out of the picture. And I don’t even talk with him about sex and all,” says Maya after a minute. “Are you guys leaving him out on purpose?” she asks, looking at Tariq and Deepak.
“Of course not, aunty. Our union has been recent, and today’s is the first time we are even having Kishen over,” says Tariq.
“Poach Karthik also into the circle,” Savi says.
“‘Poach’, nice word,” comments Fidah.
“That’s what we say when we intend to add new people into our circle,” says Savi.
“It looks like yours is a bigger circle, Savi aunty,” says Deepak.
“Maybe, but yes, we’re very exclusive. Entry is subject to strict evaluation and approval from all members of the circle. The sanctity and sanity of our intermingled sexual lives depend on it. I was slowly poaching Maya into our circle but then it looks like we both got poached into your circle.” Savi explains while stroking Deepak.
“Perhaps we can merge with your circle, aunty?” asks Tariq.
“I can’t promise anything, Tariq. Kishen had mentioned adding you, and another person into our circle (Part 13). Me and my friend were not so keen on it. But now, the prospect is exciting.” responds Savi. “Can you now tell me who the other person you were referring to?” she asks Kishen.
“It was Raj uncle, Mom. It has now become easier to add them to our circle, right?” says Kishen.
“You know it’s not my decision alone, Kishen,” answers Savi. “So, how did you all come together?” she asks and goes back to blowing Deepak.
“Yeah, I’m curious. I know Hema (Deepak’s Mom) is an outspoken and open-minded person. But you were always a shy, traditional Muslim woman, Fidah. How did it all come to this?” Maya asks.
Gauri, who had woken up from her post-sex sleep and was listening, responds out loud, “It all started with my former husband, who was this society’s watchman. That mother-fucking bastard abused my poor Tariq after taking advantage of his impressionable, vulnerable bi-sexuality.
He abused me also in front of Tariq.” Gauri gets up from the bed with a body adorned only by more than a few ornaments. Proceeding to the table to pick up and light a cigarette, she continues her narration.
“After Fidah memsab found out about it, my hero here (pointing to Altaf) beat him to a pulp. She got him arrested and rescued me also from the clutches of abuse. And today, I was finally able to submit myself to him in full gratitude, worship and indebtedness,” Gauri says.
With a lit cigarette in her hand, she goes over to Altaf who was slow-banging Tariq. She places the cigarette on his grunting mouth, helping him take a couple of puffs. She runs her hands over his neck and shoulder in adoration. Taking another puff, Gauri goes near Kishen and places the sutta in his mouth.
He takes the assisted puff and blows it onto her face. He surprises her and every one by grabbing the back of her head and bringing her face close to his for a kiss. Gauri blushes. Tariq, while being pounded by his uncle, picks up the narration from Gauri.
“I was in shock and traumatized from that abusive episode. Ammi sent me to Raj (Deepak’s dad) for counselling. I opened up to him. He helped me heal and also revealed he was bisexual. So we got it going. Initially, it was just the two of us. Then Hema aunty (Deepak’s Mom), being pretty open, outspoken and kinky, joined. What’s happening now, for me, is history repeating itself. Just like how Maya aunty is blowing me while Altaf mama is fucking me. Hema aunty had also sucked my dick while Raj was fucking me from behind.”
“How did Deepak find out?” asks Maya curiously.
Deepak answers, “I caught Mom and Tariq in the act. I was super pissed. I even got a bit physical. I called Dad (Raj) and Fidah aunty to expose them totally. But, it turned out, I and Fidah aunty were the ones not being exposed to their steamy secret.”
Fidah adds, “Tariq opening up to Raj made him open and accepting of his sexuality and related conservatism. Tariq always shared everything with me, except about the development of his indulgences with Raj and Hema. So, in the process, my mindset was also being changed to a more open and liberal one. I secretly conveyed it all to Gauri by being a proxy counsellor to her. Because she too was pretty traumatized living with an abusive husband for years.”
“Yes, and through our conversations, me and Fidah memsab got to know each other better, mentally, emotionally, and physically,” Gauri says, blushing.
“Before you ask, me and Altaf had things going on between us when we were young, before my marriage. We locked away those memories with guilt as we moved on with our lives and family. With my renewed mindset, I saw no harm in rekindling that relationship with my brother. And so I did. And we’re here. I had really missed my brother’s big thick cock,” says Fidah.
“Harmless and consensual,” comments Maya.
“Exactly,” Fidah and Altaf say in unison.
“What about your circle?” Gauri asks Savi.
“It’s a long story. You will come to know it soon, hopefully, as I will explore the possibility of our circles merging. But, like I said, I can’t promise anything.”
Just then, Altaf stops humping his nephew Tariq and pulls his dick out. The guests’ eyes widen at seeing the long, girthy handing dick of Altaf. It was something unlike anything they’d seen. Altaf asks, holding his big dick, “Will this grant me acceptance to your circle?”
Pausing for a few seconds, smitten by Altaf’s cock, Savi answers, “We don’t have a shortage of cocks. But we sure don’t have one like yours. As you may already know, its about your attitude and its compatibility with the members of the group.”
Altaf nods to convey his understanding. He also non-verbally acknowledges in Savi’s and Maya’s eyes the thirst for his cock. He slides his dick back into his nephew’s ass after spitting on it and smearing it in and around the hole for lubrication.
Altaf then begins pounding Tariq hard—as though he is demonstrating to Savi and Maya how intensely he can fuck. As he humps, his gaze shuttles between Savi and Maya. Maya finds it hard to sync her mouthing of Tariq’s dick to Altaf’s trust.
She starts to stroke Tariq while watching him being pounded asynchronously. She notices Savi has also stopped blowing Deepak and is watching Altaf with her hands involuntarily and inattentively stroking Deepak. In fact, everyone in the room is smitten by Altaf’s intensity in fucking.
He grips Tariq noticeably tighter. With several machine-gun-like grunts and pounding, he cums deep inside Tariq’s ass—with a loud masculine moan. Panting as he pulls his dick out of Tariq, Altaf says, “That’s it. My tanks are fully empty.” Tired, he proceeds to sit his hunk body on the bed.
Gauri, in utter adoration, goes and sits on one of his laps, puts her arm over his neck and kisses him on the cheek. Everyone notices that he is welcoming of her gesture but is a bit annoyed by her worship of him, her ‘saviour’. They also notice how, in contrast their body sizes are.
The firmly bulky-bodied Altaf could fit four such skinny, nude-but-jewellery-wearing Gauris on his laps (two on each).
Leaving Kishen hanging, Fidah quickly squat-walks towards Tariq. Kneeling to face his ass better, she makes him spread his legs and bend forward. She slurps her brother’s thin white cum oozing out of her son’s asshole. She coops with her tongue, the cum tricking down his thighs as though it was melting ice cream.
Moaning, Tariq asks, “That’s a surprise coming from you, ammi. Did you have a change of heart about doing it with me?”
“I am not trying to pleasure you, son. I’m just here for your uncle’s cum. His tank is empty, and I didn’t get any. Had I known, I would have also sucked his cum out of Gauri’s holes.” Fidah says.
“Ahh, that’s too bad,” Tariq responds, immersed in enjoying his mother’s inadvertent tonguing of his asshole. Maya notices Tariq getting extra hard.
“Double standards! Hypocritical! You won’t do it with your son, but you won’t mind licking your own brother’s cum off his asshole. What do I make of this?” Maya says.
“Even I don’t know what to make of it. I think I’m just wired that way. Do you have hots for your son?” Fidah asks Maya, who is rather taken aback at the question. “I don’t know, it’s a bit complicated, I guess.” Maya answers.
Trying to change the topic, she says, “Let me make your son (Tariq) cum. He is extra hard now because you’re the one who’s licking his hole.
Pinching Tariq’s nipples, Maya proceeds to mouth an extra-aroused Tariq. Standing watch, Kishen goes over to the table and lights another cigarette. By the second puff of his sutta, Tariq came explosively into Maya’s mouth. Rather inexperienced, Maya couldn’t handle well the cum spurted into her mouth.
She begins choking. Fidah stops licking her son and extends her hand to pat Maya’s head. At the fourth puff, Kishen hears them giggle. He also giggles when he finds out why. Turns out that Tariq’s cum choked Maya aunty so hard that some of it started to ooze out of her nostrils.
Finding out, the entire group giggles, along with Maya, who laughs at herself and chokes a bit. Taking a break from fondling Deepak’s cock, Savi asks Kishen for his sutta. Leaving Deepak hanging, she sits back on the floor to rest her knees and enjoy the smoke. And so does Fidah.
Tariq guides Maya down by her shoulders, encouraging her to sit cross-legged on the floor. He then positions himself on her lap. Seated at the intersection of her folded legs, ensuring she is comfortable with his weight. To secure their connection, he wraps his legs around her torso, locking their bodies together.
With lustful romance, he proceeds to lick away the remnants of his cum from the sides of her chin and nostrils. What captivates everyone is the slow, tender and caring way he’s doing it. Her body (and soul) has missed such affection, happy tears begin to flow through Maya’s eyes.
She involuntarily hugs Tariq. He reciprocates, hugging tighter. The ladies—Fidah, Gauri, and Savi—exchange glances. Their faces light up with an endearing smile that conveys, “Aw, that’s so cute.”
Tariq proceeds to deliver to Maya the ultimate romantic embrace cum cuddle. Eyes closed, they kiss and bite each other’s face, forehead, neck and shoulders. Their bodies begin to sway in their smooch-full embrace. Their hands feel each other’s bare backs, neck-sides, armpits, chest (and breasts), and nipples.
Tariq’s hand even managed to reach and pleasure Maya at her crotch. The spectacle leaves Fidah and Savi involuntarily feeling themselves—craving for such a treatment. Seeing the tenderness in their embrace, Altaf feels guilty for handling Gauri and Tariq roughly.
Gauri gets jealous seeing how Maya is hugging and embracing Tariq. Deepak and Kishen were reminded (inspired) once again about the beauty of ‘lovemaking’ in sex. Kishen is reminded of his parents making out (Part 15).
He was immersed in such an embrace with Usha aunty (his neighbour and former tuition teacher – Part 8). The group realized how much Maya longed for such an embrace. Several cigarettes were smoked as the group watched Tariq and Maya. The duo finally transcends back from their immersive embrace.
They see everyone smiling at them. The sound of claps and cheers fills the room. Like two lovers who have been caught stealing kisses, Tariq and Maya blush in shyness and turn their faces away from the group—giggling. They tuck their faces way on each other’s shoulders.
“It is not over yet, son. Finish what you started.” Fidah orders. Altaf makes Gauri move from his lap and gets up from the bed. He pulls the bed towards the centre of the room with just one hand. He pats the mattress, signalling Tariq and Hema to hop in on it and continue their affectionate lovemaking.
The day was indeed Maya’s day of sexual reckoning! The group cheered Tariq as he got up and helped her stand. Their legs had gotten numb from the prolonged sitting posture they’d assumed. Holding her hand, Tariq guides her to the bed (a few steps).
After getting on the bed, Maya says, with utter gratitude in her eyes, “I don’t know how to thank you, Tariq. Many times during our embrace, I got transported to lovely days with my late husband.”
“We’re just getting started, Maya aunty,” says Tariq as he, too gets up on the bed and approaches her on all fours. But to everyone’s surprise, Maya signals ‘stop’ with her wide palms.
She says, “Enough of the tenderness. I want to be treated. A bit rough, but not too rough (looking at Altaf), and preferably, by more than one person. I want to experience what it is like to be vulnerably submissive, like how Savi had mentioned.”
“Well, then, you’re not ready for it. But we’re going to make you,” says Fidah.
She tells the boys (Tariq, Deepak and Kishen) her detailed plan of action into their ears. Having heard and understood it, the boys spring into action. They run out of the room.
They come back with a few items—body oil, a few towels, a wooden stick (Altaf’s old lathi—police stick) and a patterned plastic table cover. Acting fast but coordinated, they make Maya move out of bed. They remove the bedsheets and put the plastic sheet across the bed.
They place the rest of the items on one side. Tariq also places on the bed the lever-attached Maruti 800 gear knob. It was in a corner of the room. It was used to prep Gauri’s asshole for Altaf’s pounding (Part 18). They gesture to Maya to hop back on the bed. She obliges.
The boys then, like servicemen, stand at ease beside the bed. One beside the other and smiles at Maya—as though they are awaiting her orders. Confused, Maya looks over towards Fidah with a “what are they up to?” smile of anticipation.
Fidah announces, “To be truly sexually submissive, you need first to sample what it is like when someone is submissive to you. So these boys are all yours. Do what you may with them. That’s all I will say, Maya. Don’t ask anything. Explore! Discover!”
Fidah proceeds to assume a more relaxed sitting posture to watch the ‘show’. Savi, too, moves her ass to sit beside her. Gauri brings the remaining few cigarettes and ashtray from the table. Altaf picks up his clothes from a corner. He wears them and exits the room without saying anything.
With three young men standing before her awaiting her orders, Maya is clueless about how to proceed. But, she then realizes it is the first time in her life that she is experiencing servitude from males. It was so very exciting, unexpected and unprecedented.
It was something she’d never known. She’d only ever known to regard all things masculine as inherently superior. It was a conformity whose undesirability she internalized in the name of destined sacrifice. She never dared to question it.
Maya realizes that the sweet hand of destiny has shown her a way out of her sexual repression. It is also offering a respite from gender oppression. But still, her mind was in a state of conflict. She felt the three young adults didn’t deserve to be at the receiving end of sexual vigour of dominance rising within.
She thinks, “They’ve never been mean to women. They never take the servitude of women for granted. They always respect women. Why should I be dominant to them? And what will their mothers think?” Confused and hesitant, Maya looks at Fidah, Savi and Gauri.
They understand her concern. Savi says, “Maya, every man must be shown how raw, mighty and dominating the feminine can get. Even the ever-tolerant Mother Earth unleashes her wrath from time to time. And I, for one, like to watch my son being dominated.”
Maya needed no more convincing. Her demeanour changes in an instant to that of a dominant feminine. The boys see the changes in the way she looks at them—from endearing to authoritative and commanding. That itself gets the boys horny and erect, which ‘Madam Maya’ notices.
She gets up from the bed picks up the old lathi (wooden stick) approaches them. Holding the stick on one end and tapping the other end on the palm of her other hand, Maya looks at them like a fierce, busty, naked police constable.
Flicking their cocks with the tip of the stick, Maya asks, “So, you like it when I get dominant, huh?”
The boys nod in unison.
“Don’t even think for a second that I am doing this for your liking.” she asserts.
The boys look down on submissiveness. Placing the tip of the lathi on Tariq’s neck, Maya makes him step forward. She strikes his shoulder with it to make him kneel. She positions the lathi behind his neck and holds it firmly with both hands so as to lock his head between her forearms.
He can’t even turn his neck to either side. Centimetres away from his nose tip is Maya’s wide lower tummy. He looks up across the horizon of her tummy to see her chubby face staring at him angrily. With raging eyes, Maya intensely rubs her crotch up and down against his face. Head-locked, he struggles to breathe.
Calling Tariq by her late husband’s name, she says, “How does that feel, Prakash? Suffocating? That’s how I felt when you used to push your crotch against my face while I slept. You knew I’d enjoy it eventually. Now I see how you, too, may have enjoyed that display of raw, abrupt dominance.”
Eyes wide, Savi, Fidah and Maya look at each other, hearing Maya drop that hot nugget of her past sex life. They’re keen to hear more.
To be continued. Check the comments.