Lund Ki Diwani ko Mili Lulli part 5

Roopa proved to be a boon to Harkishan Lal. But, as chance would have
it, slowly the flow of cunts dried up. Kharag Singh moved out. He took
Roopa with him, as he wanted his child to be delivered in a city
hospital. And he decided that after that he would settle there. He was
very happy that he had been able to produce one.

Harkishan Lal was growing old. He was now nearing seventy. He had
started feeling that his herbs were loosing to have their effect on
him. But, the Roopa episode had created a insatiable hunger of cunt in
him. It became an unbearable situation. Growing sexual dysfunction
accompanied by growing yearning for pussy. He took an unusual
decision. At this age he decided to remarry. Roopa had once said to
him in heat of sexual frenzy:

“Abe, Vaidyaraaj kahlaataa hai, par sochtaa shaayad lund se hai,
dimaagh se nahin?”

But this is what was happening to him.

With the good offices of the Zamindaar, Thakur Daman Singh, he found a
girl. The Thakur was feeling very much obliged to him and wanted to
pay back in kind. She was the daughter of a friend from a neighbouring
village.

Shobha was in her mid twenties. She had become a widow within three
months of her marriage. She was not exactly a beauty queen, but was
surely a “khaaee kheli” raand (experienced widow). She was slightly
educated, was in good health. What had clinched the match when he saw
her at Daman Singh’s Haveli (Imposing court) were her undulating, full
buttocks, with matching bust, facing the opposite direction. She had,
large black eyes set in a fair, very fair complexioned face. And, she
appeared to be reconciled to the prospect of a second marriage to a
man of his age. It turned out later on that she heard stories of his
prowess in the bed. May be she had also heard that his age was no bar
to bed.

It was a simple marriage. It was not clear why, but Harkishan Lal did
not think it fit to discuss the matter with his son, Kunal Lal, who
was somewhere in the South. May be he had some apprehension that Kunal
might create problems regarding division of property.

After the marriage party returned with bride, there was a reception at
the Haveli of Thakur Daman Singh. He had invited a Paturiyaa (Dancing
girl). Chhammo, the Paturiyaa, presented a dance that was according to
the rural tradition meant to excite sexual passions “Mhaare Banne kaa
to Sakhat hai re Dandaa (Our groom has a solid rod)”.

The dance had, naturally, an electrifying effect on Harkishan Lal. But
what no one could have guessed was that, sitting behind a thin
curtain, amongst the women and girls of the village, it also had a
tremendous effect on Shobha. She was secretly watching Harkishan Lal.
She guessed from his uneasy, changing, postures that he was aroused.
She felt satisfied.

When they reached back, Shobha was waiting for Harkishan Lal to pounce
upon her. And that is what he did. Shobha had no idea that her husband
had given leave to domestic help that day.

“Arre, kyaa kartein hain ji, ghar mein Naukar-chaakar hain (Oh, what
are you doing? There are servants in the house)”

“Nahin jaan, aaj sab ki chhuttee hai. Aaj to ghar mein bas choot mein
moosal ki aawaaz goonjegi (No, darling. Today everyone is on leave.
Today you would hear in the house only the sound of the club in the cunt)”

“Kaisee baatein karte hain ji? Koi sunegaa to kyaa kahegaa (How do you
talk? What if anyone was to hear?)”

“Kaun sunegaa? Dekho, aaj se jab bhi ghar mein hum donon ke alaawaa
aur koi nahin hogaa to aise hi bolnaa hogaa. Tumhein aataa hai naa
(Who is going to hear? And listen, today onwards when there is no one
else in the house besides us, you will have to speak like this)”

Shobha was tickled to the core, but she had to be careful. She
blushed. But she could not help. All this while Harkishan Lal was not
idle. His hand had been playing with his cock. He wanted to impress
Shobha. Before he finished his sentence, his hand caught hold of
Shobha’s waist and pulled her to his chest. He pressed her to him in
such a way that she may feel his erection. Shobha did not miss it.
Harkishan Lal’s hand slipped to her buttocks. This is what attracted
her to him. He started kneading them from outside the ghaaghraa.
Shobha was conscious of her assts and always used them to her best
advantage. She Ahh, oohed, and shifted her weight from one leg to the
other, making her buttocks ripple in his palms. He went wild and did
what Shobha wanted him to. He lifted her ghaaghraa up. He did not find
any other piece of clothing.

“Ah . . . h . . .h . . .h”

“Oh . . . m . . . e . . .rri jaan, aaj se ghaaghre ke niche kuchh bhi
pahenanaa bund, aaj ki tarah. Hameshaa nange chootar hi meray haath
mein aane chaahiyein (Oh, darling, today onwards, wearing anything
under the skirt is prohibited. Always, my hands should encounter only
naked buttocks)”

“Yeh bhi koi dhauns hai? Meray hain, jaise marzi rakkhoon (Is it some
threat? These are mine, I can keep them as I like)” she tried to
incite him.

“Kyaa cheese hai, meri jaan, kyaa hai yeh (What is this darling, what
is this)?” and he dug his nails into her buttocks.

“Achchhaa, ab chhoro, main thak gayee, mujhe letane do (All right now
leave me alone, I am tired, let me lie down)”

“Jannu, letanaa to hai hi raat bhar, pahle bataao iskaa naam kyaa hai
(Darling, of course we have to lie down the whole night, but first
tell me what is this)?”

“Chootar” she tried to be as coy as possible.

He dug his nails deeper into her buttocks with excitement and asked
further:

“Inhein chootar kyon kahte hain, jaanti ho [Why are they called
chootar (Buttocks) do you know)?”

“Jaao bhi, tum bahot who ho (Leave it now, you are very . . .)”

“Nahin jaan bataao (No, darling, tell me)”

She waited foe a few moments to underline her coyness, and then,
hiding her face in his chest, she said:

“Kyonki yeh choot kaa gaddaa hain (Because these are the cushion of cunt)”

He was over-joyed to hear her answer. Her gestures of shyness were
even more killing. He could not control himself any further and threw
away his clothes and attacked Shobha. She wanted to test the waters
today, rather than take the matters in her hands, literally. But he
did compel her to take the `matters’ in her hands!

The matter in hand was warm, hard, and throbbing. She led him to the
bed with his `matter’. In no time he made her as naked as he already
was. Now he was mesmerised by her boobs. These were full, but there
was a hint of a droop due to their own weight. It appeared that ripe
beil (wood-apple) fruit had become slightly mellow. The nipples were
tight, longish, and brown. It appeared that the cake had a topping of
light chocolate. Her breathing was deep and the boobs were rising and
falling in a very mind boggling way. He could not control himself. He
sat on her chest and put his cock in the center of the two globes. He
had never before fucked in between the boobs. To-day he wanted to do
it. He put his palms on the side of both the breasts and pressed them
towards the cock, but he failed. Her breasts did not render to such
manipulation much. They were not sufficiently loose to press on the
cock from the sides. On the one hand he was frustrated, but on the
other he was joyed! Her boobs were so tight.!!

“Jaan tere doodh to bare sakht hain, kyaa kabhi istemaal nahin kiye
(Darling your breasts are very tight, did you never use them?)”

“Kaun kartaa, bachche hon to doodh piyein (Who could, if their were
children, they would have suckled)”. Ab tum kar lo (Now you do it)”

And shje pressed his mouth on one breast. When he started suckling,
she took his other hand and placed it on the nipple of the other breast.

“Pee le munnaa, pee le (Drink, baby drink)”

Saying this she opened her thighs and pressed his buttocks in a vice
like grip. He could not restrain himself further. Shifting his body,
her came on her. But she stopped him. Now she also threw away all
restraint.

“Nahin, tum zaraa neeche hi raho, aaj meraa khel dekho (No, today you
remain under me and watch my game)”.

She looked into his eyes and said:

“Aaj tak toonein chhoti, chhoti laundiyon ko chodaa hai, ab zaraa ek
aurat ki chudai dekh. Dekh ke tayyaar, khuli, bhookhi choot lund ko
kaise khaati hai (Till today you have fucked small girls. Now see how
a woman fucks. See, how a ready, open, hungry cunt eats up a cock)”

She banged her body on his with full force. In one swift move she took
the whole of his rod in. She did flinch a little. She was engulfing a
cock in her cunt after a very long time, but she had not lost her
spirit. She gave two or three sharp, speedy fucks and then stopped all
movement foe a few seconds. She made her inner lips make milking
movements.

“Kabhi gaiyyaa kaa doodh nikaalaa hai, thun ko dabaayaa hai (Have you
ever milked a cow, pressed an udder)?”

Now she pressed his prick with the muscles of her cunt as if it was an
udder full with milk. At the same time vagina was making circular
movements around the prick. Harkishan Lal had never experienced this.
In fact no other female had ever been so free in her fucking. She did
not give him any respite, and he had not uttered a word after she had
climbed on him.

“Kitnee der tik saktaa hai tu? Kuchh bol to sahi, achchhaa chod rahi
hun main?? Meri parosanein to kahti theen tu buddhaa hai, par teraa
lauraa to jawaan moosal ki tarah dataa huaa hai (How long can you
last? Say something, Am I fucking you good?? My neighbours were saying
that you are old, but your cock is fit as a fiddle)”

Now, Harkishan Lal found his tongue, rather his voice:

“H . . . u . . . n . . . h, h . . . a . . . a . . . a . . . a . . n.
Wah . . . w . . . a . . . h. Bahot mazaa . . . a . . . . a .. . a a a
a . . . .aa de . . . r .. . a . . . h . . . i . . . hai jaan tu to . .
. chhornaa mat mere than ko, saaraa doodh le lenaa, koi bachhraa
nahin hai, kissi ke liye chhornaa nahin, h . . . u . . n . . h (Yes,
Good, darling you are giving fantastic pleasure. Don’t let my udder
go, squeeze all milk, there is no calf, you don’t have to leave off
anything)”

Both of them were now free. Both understood each another. Above all
Shobha was happy that it was going to be a bed of pleasures. That
night both of them made up the long gap in their fuck lives.

Shobha turned out to be wonderful seductress. She would entice him at
the most unexpected moment and would not release him from in between
her thighs without extracting her full enjoyment. If by chance some
woman came for treatment, she would insist that he examine her
physically. She would hide behind some convenient piece of furniture
and enjoy the scene when Harkishan Lal took off her clothes. Once when
he was ready to climb over a patient, all the time conscious that
Shobha was watching him, she took of all her clothes, covered her
face, and ran into the room, shouting:

“Vaidyaraaj, mujhe iski choot chaatne hai, meraa ilaaj aadhaa chhor
kar iss ko kyon jaanchne lage (Vaidyaraaj, I want to lick her cunt.
Why did you leave examining me midway)”

And she opened the legs of the other woman to lick her. The other
woman was already hot, so both of them joined and fucked him together.
The other woman had no idea that it was his wife.

Another time when Thakur Daman Singh had come calling, she prepared
the snacks and signaled him to come and take the snacks. As soon as
Harkishan Lal entered the kitchen, she pounced on him. She had already
taken off her clothes. She opened his dhoti and lay down on the
kitchen counter pulling him into her cunt and did not let him go till
she came (of course, along with him).

Sometimes Harkishan Lal would show his annoyance, but she knew that he
thoroughly enjoyed her games.

What she did not realise that the old man was loosing his verve. His
herbal remedies were good, but how long could these work. Slowly he
started feeling that it was becoming difficult for him to cope with
her demands. She was showing no signs of slowing down. On top of that
there was another complication from out of the blue. He received
information that his son Kunal Lal was coming to visit him. He had
been gone from Fatehabad for a number of years to another State and
was now planning to go abroad foe studies. Before going he wanted to
see his father once. Now, the son was totally unaware of his father’s
nature and antics. He did not even know that he had remarried.
Harkishan Lal had a long talk with Shobha. Explained everything to
her. She understood the delicacy of the situation. She suggested that
she go away to her father’s home for some time and after Harkishan Lal
has explained everything to his son he can call her back.

After Kunal came, within a day or two the father briefed the son
regarding the scene at home. Kunal was well educated in a premier
University. He understood the father’s angle. Harkishan Lal felt
relieved. Kunal had even told him that this was not going to create
any property problems, as he did not need any property here. He was
not even sure if he would come back.

Shobha was eagerly waiting for the call from her husband. She had had
a brief fling with a young farm hand at her father’s house, but the
boy was a novice and had to be taught. Shobha was in the need of an
experienced player as she did not have time to first teach and then
use him. So, she used him to get off whenever she needed and had an
opportunity, but she was eagerly waiting to go home. She was
conscious, though, that she would have to observe restraint now.
Secondly, she was also not sure how she was going to get reconciled to
the idea of a `son’ at home who was older to her.

The very first night Harkishan Lal and Shobha both realised that the
fire that they had was missing. Not that they did not enjoy their
session. Far from it. As soon as Kunal retired to his room, Harkishan
Lal dragged Shobha to the bed. He at once noticed that she was not
wearing anything under her petticoat. She also noticed that he was
impatient.

“Kyon, meray binaa achchhaa nahin lagaa? Sach bataaoon, mainen to
wahaan ek larke ko chodaa, par jo mazaa tumhaare saath aataa hai who
kuchh aur hi hai (Why, were you restless without me? Should I tell you
the truth? I did fuck a boy there, but the way I enjoy with you, that
is something else)”

She had deliberately told him about her fling. She wanted to excite
and incite him. That is what happened. He was aroused. He felt
excited, not betrayed or angry.

“Shobha, terey jaise chodne waali aur chudney waali kum hoti hain.
Teri baat hi kuchh aur hai (Shobha, there are not many women who fuck
and get fucked like you. You are something else)”

He climbed her and thrust into her. He dug his nails into her
buttocks. She was bucking from below furiously. She gave a vigorous
thrust and turned over. Now she was on top. When she came, she
shouted. He at once placed his hand over her mouth. He was cautious,
not to be heard by his son. They had two more sessions.

Shobha now understood clearly that she has to restrain herself. But
this seemed to take the zing out of her sex life. But there was no way
out. There was another factor that loomed large as an unpleasant
future. Harkishan Lal also seemed to be loosing his zing. He could not
last more then two sessions in a night. Gone were the days when every
night was a long night. Sometimes she could even detect a trace of
irritation in him.

One night he could not get it up, in spite of Shobha’s best efforts he
failed. Next day he had to go to a nearby town for some marriage. He
went unfulfilled. Shobha remained at home, frustrated.

In the morning she got up, prepared breakfast, etc., for Harkishan Lal
and saw him off. Then she went to take her bath. She looked at herself
in the mirror. She saw her full body. She was not prepared to accept
that now this flowering flesh will wilt. She had not yet lost any of
her glow. Her boobs had not aged. Her buttocks were, if anything,
fuller. Her waist had not increased in girth. Her cunt still throbbed
with same hunger. She was lost in these thoughts when she dressed. She
went into the dressing room, gave finishing touches to her face and
again went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Kunal and
herself. Noises in his room told that he also had got up and finished
his bath etc.

She was standing near the gas with her back towards the door. Suddenly
she had an eerie feeling. She looked up in the kitchen mirror and saw
Kunal standing near the door. Now, her angle was such that she could
watch Kunal, but he could not see that she was watching him in the
mirror. She went on working, and of course, slyly watching him also.
Suddenly she noticed that he had her hand in front, near where his
cock should be. And now, she was stunned to see that he was playing
with his prick, his erect prick!

Two things happened. One, she became conscious of a tremendous erotic
fact – unconsciously she had not put on her petticoat under the saree
and her bra under the blouse. Two, she took a reckless decision.

She saw in the mirror that he now had his full erection in his hand
and was slowly, very slowly, playing with it. His eyes were hungry.
She decided to play on. She languorously shifted her weight from one
full buttock to the other, all the time conscious of the movement of
the saree from one bare buttock to the other, with an indentation in
the middle, into the deep gully in between the two balls that had been
mauled so many times by Harkishan Lal. She was continuously checking
the effect in the mirror.

She freed her one hand from work and took a nipple, again bare under
the thin blouse, in a manner that he may see what she was doing, and
started tweaking it. She showed feelings on her cheek-profile that she
was enjoying what she was doing. Now she shifted her thunderous
thighs and started rubbing them together and making slight noises
through her lips and throat, faint, but enough loud for Kunal to hear
them.

She was enjoying the game. After a long tome she was playing the
seductress to a man she was now wanting badly under her, thumping on
him, and making him go mad to remain inside her. She was thoroughly
wet. In fact she even wished that he was able to see her wetness
stamped on her saree from the back.

Suddenly, Kunal did what she wanted him to do. He came into the
kitchen and grabbed her from behind.

“Shobha, tu kamaal ki cheese hai. Tu kahaan baapu ke gale bandh gayee
(Shobha, you are something. How did you get tagged to father)”

And saying this he fitted his body into hers from behind. He bent his
middle sufficiently into a curve to let her buttocks fit snugly. He
put his hands around on her boobs. Shobha made adjustments, her saree
palloo was lying on the ground, and the erect nipples were in his
hands. She could not help throwing her head back with abandon, but,
alive to the situation, was sharp enough when she said:

“Kunal, main tumhaare baapu ki patni hun (Kunal, I am your father’s wife)”

But Kunal did not hear her. He was kissing her neck, her shoulders; he
was pressing into her buttocks. He had a tremendous erection. He was
trying to locate her cunt to thrust into it from behind. She opened
her thighs slightly to let him know that she was not averse to this
invasion, but turned around firmly, looked into his eyes, and said:

“To phir andar chal tujhe aaj main mathar-chod banaa deti hun (Then
come inside, I will make you a mother fucker)”

And she led him into the bedroom. On the way she discarded her saree
completely. Kunal tore off the blouse.

Kunal did not know anything about Shobha. After he came here he had
some trouble adjusting to the fact that his father was married to a
woman who was a couple of years younger to him. Even after being here
he had never entertained the idea of seducing his old father’s young
wife. Once or twice he had seen some uneasiness in the atmosphere. But
he thought that best policy would be not to talk about it and let his
father feel that he was not bothered. Even when once or twice he heard
faint sexual noises coning from their bedroom he was not affected.
Today’s developments were quite unexpected.

Shobha also had not entertained any such ideas. She was perfectly
satisfied with Harkishan Lal. Recent developments in the bed seemed to
her to be the result of Harkishan Lal’s embarrassment by the presence
of his son. Her dress was an accident. She had not consciously dressed
that way.

So, once the chemistry of Eros came into play, things went out of the
hands of both of them.

And now in the bedroom the things were into one another.

“Aaj tak tujhe aisi chodane waali nahin milee hogi. Chal neeche leit
jaa aur taangen zaraa khol le (You would not have met any one who
could fuck like me. Come, lie down and open your legs)”

She looked at his body. She was looking at her first cock of a mature
young man of her age group. The boy she had fucked at home was very
young. Beside Harkishan Lal she had not fucked any one after her first
marriage. She saw that his prick was more solid, though of the same
girth as her first husband. Her husbands. But he had really never been
able to give her satisfaction. He was healthy, but did not know how to
fuck. Even after a long time of marriage, he could not last for more
then fifteen minutes. She had never experienced orgasm with him. Her
satisfying fuck was with Harkishan Lal.

She reversed, climbed him from the side of his head and adjusted her
cunt over his face:

“Pahle meri choot dekh le bete, dekh kaisi phooli hui aur tayyaar hai.
Iski giraft mein teraa lund apnaa makkhan chhoregaa. Aur dekh meraa
munh terey laure ko kaise choosegaa (First you see my cunt, see how
puffed up and ready it is. Your cock will give out its butter in its
grip. And see, how my mouth will suck your prick)”

“Maan! Ziyaadaa bol mat aur mujhe dikhaa tu kyaa, kyaa kar sakti hai.
Mainen do teen hi chootein lee hain aaj tak, sab larkiyaan theen.
Jawaan, chudakkar aurat pahli baar chod rahi hai mujhe (Mother! Don’t
talk much and show me what you can do. I have taken only two three
cunts, all of them were girls. Mature, fuckstress woman is fucking me
today for the first time)”

Contd.