Breaking Barriers

It was not their fault that they were spotted by him while pleasuring themselves shamelessly. Nor was it his fault – he had not planned on spying on the young housewife that was his tenant.

Either way, as Narain slowly climbed down the metal stairway he saw and was transfixed by the sight of Shanthi, his tenant's young wife, pinching her own nipples and mauling her breasts while a woman had her head busy between the her legs.

He was over 70 years and he had cursed his luck for having to climb to the third floor to where the water tanks were. There was no place left to dry his clothes and no one to help him either. He had slowly climbed one step at a time, hung out his clothes to dry and was climbing down, wrapped in only a thin bathing towel.

Since few ever came to the rooftop and still fewer climbed that metal ladder to the third roof, the women had thought themselves safe from discovery so long as the room door was shut.

But the elevation of the stairway allowed Narain a full view through the ventilation window. The woman who he considered young enough to be his daughter was opened out and in a sexual position he did not know could exist, certainly not between two women as far as he knew.

For that matter, neither had Shanthi planned this encounter. It was a most unexpected turn of events. She had no clue till just a short while ago that one woman could pleasure another one like this.

As most Indian housewives do, Shanthi had asked her maid Maniamma to give her a massage. This is almost a routine act in most middle class houses in India. It happens in millions of homes all over India, every afternoon.

Maniamma, her maid knelt at the foot of the bed and grabbed Shanthi's ankles. Inadvertently Shanthi's legs had shifted and she had given a view of her silken, beautiful fair legs to Maniamma. Initially, Maniamma was merely captivated by the fair and smooth complexion of her madam, which compared favorably with her own sun-roughed skin and dark complexion.

As a Tamilian woman Maniamma was a chocolatey dark. The cultural obsession with fairness merely led her to admire Shanthi akka's skin. (She called her Shanthi akka, which meant elder sister.)

But it was the smoothness of the skin that made her slide her hand further up those curvaceous legs. That was fine with Shanthi for she needed the strong woman's hands to ease the stress and aches she felt after the daily chores.

But Maniamma did not expect to feel the frisson of pleasure she felt today when she moved up those silken legs. In one instant the massage ceased to be a chore and her body responded with pleasure at the opportunity to touch Shanthi akka.

She leaned back on her haunches as she worked the toes and then forward to rub the legs. And with each successive reach forward she moved up a little further. Soon, her hands were deep inside the folds of Shanthi's saree and up to and beyond her knees.

It was only when Maniamma reached her thighs that Shanthi felt the sexual overtone in Maniamma's touch. She had no way of knowing it, but by then Maniamma was wet between her legs. Apart from the pleasure of caressing Shanthi akka's smooth, silken legs, the rocking back and forth mimicked to a great extent the act of riding a man, a sumptuous, throbbing cock sliding in and out of a gaping, wet, grabbing cunt.

Maniamma's mind played tricks and she was wet, flowing and flushed from her private, sexually intense thoughts. She had enough and more men on call and she could go to any of them for a quick bout of pleasure taking. All of them openly lusted her for she was a sexual live-wire. It was there in the strength of her body but also in her demeanor.

In her working class community, relationships were more fluid and boundary-less than in Shanthi's middle class community. The men and the women, older and younger were a constantly shifting population. They shuttled between village and city on various agendas. So even though she was married, Maniamma found herself in a different place than her husband on enough number of occasions. And she took her pleasure where she could get it depending on who was in town.

Sometimes she did find herself fucking someone else even though her own husband was in town. It might be someone whose wife was away and he was in need. It was part of the support system of their community to meet each other's need. She could not only be asking; she also had to give. It was the same whether it was money, stocks of goods, a retailing spot, a house that had to be covered because someone needed a day off – or someone without spouse needed sex.

Over time, favorites emerged. And within her circle in which this tacit understanding existed she was almost everyone's favorite. It did lead to a simmering jealousy amongst the other women and sometimes manifested in fights over turf or other trivial things. The sexual jealousy caused more fury and it was more sustained than any other kind of fight.

It was the fact that Maniamma was in her early forties that made her such a favorite with the men. She had the sensitivity to spot a particular need. And the skill to fill it.

For instance there was the time when Sekhar came to her with the need to be animal. She had knelt on all fours and allowed him to maul her and treat her like a bitch. On another occasion Velu had need comforting and she had mothered him, holding him to her breasts and rocking him gently as his emotions bubbled up along with his orgasm.

She knew how to treat men as per their moods and needs and an expertise to match that – and they knew it. Some even wished for their wives to travel or Maniamma's husband to go away for a bit so they could have more of her.

But never before had she been sexual with a woman. And she found this attraction to her mistress intriguing. She thought she needed to later go find one of the men to satiate her desire. But she was not done with caressing Shanthi akka today.

She called her akka. It was the manner in which the working classes were meant to address their masters. In fact, Shanthi was younger than her. She was twenty-two and had been married just for a couple of years. Shanthi's husband was a couple of years older than her. He was eager for sex as young men are prone to being but he was still learning the art of pleasuring a woman, having been a virgin on his wedding day.

Their sex life was full and active with her husband fucking her every night and often in the morning before heading out to work. There were a few occasions when he came by in the afternoon and could not have been bothered about making excuses to Maniamma. He had ushered the maid out of the room and shutting the door fucked his wife with the vigor and zest Shanthi had come to accept and expect.

Maniamma had smiled and voyeuristically enjoyed listening to the moans and squeals that filled the house on those occasions. Shanthi always came out in a very business like fashion and drove Maniamma to do more chores to cover her own embarrassment at her husband's brazen behavior.

And yet, the vigor and stamina her husband displayed had not been matched by any imaginativeness. Fortunately, Shanthi was as new to sex and did not know much beyond the obvious and the straightforward.

And therefore the stirrings of pleasure from the touch of a woman were new to both the lady of the house and her servant. There was a certain shamelessness about lust with Maniamma and she relished the discovery of a possible new pleasure. She wondered about all the ways in which she would now touch Shanthi akka so long as akka allowed her to.

It was not so with Shanthi who stiffened as the rough, calloused fingers massaged her thighs. The places being touched had been touched by Maniamma before. But never so tenderly, never with such lingering hands. But it was not only the places. It was also the roughness of those hands. Maniamma usually gripped her to massage her. At that, the texture of her fingers and palm was never felt. Today when she ran them gently up her thighs, she felt the friction and that was what made her shiver.

Shanthi drew in her breath but said nothing. Her first thought was that the pleasure she felt was her own fault. She did not want to alert Maniamma to her pleasure. She tried to control what she felt and hoped it would pass.

However, continuing in the progression from ankles thus far, Maniamma progressed to areas that left no scope for doubt. She was dangerously near Shanthi's crotch. The pleasure Shanthi felt made her gasp loudly and neither could have been in doubt about what had just happened.

Shanthi went red from embarrassment but was determined not to invite attention to her own predicament by asking Maniamma to go easy. This was just as well for Maniamma was in no mood to slow down. Searching further she rubbed down harder with the balls of her thumbs, pushing energy towards Shanthi's pussy. The nerves tingled, the wave transmitted through flesh and Shanti shook in a tremor as she felt herself react to the touch of the experienced woman.

This was insane! Did a woman get such pleasure from another woman? Was she losing her mind? She wanted it to stop.

But boy, was she glad when Maniamma reached up again this time touching her pussy with both her thumbs, pushing the cloth of her panties to wedge between the lips.

"Maniamma!" gasped Shanthi. "What are you doing?" she asked rhetorically, in a voice trembling with passion.

"Let it be," whispered back Maniamma soothingly. It left Shanthi in no doubt that Maniamma knew what she was doing.

In fact, Maniamma did not anything more than what her natural sexual instincts impelled her to do.

"I only asked you to massage me," Shanthi said complainingly, her hands stroking her own face and neck.

This time Maniamma allowed her hand to run all the way up the aching body and cupped the younger woman's breasts in her hands. She leaned over her and brought her face to mistress's face.

"That is all that I am doing," she whispered. Shanthi felt Maniamma's paan scented breath on her face. She looked into Maniamma's eyes in panic as she felt the older woman's hands kneading her breasts – those breasts that had been touched by only her husband so far.

"What are you doing?" she stammered. Her mind whirled as she thought of Maniamma being older and therefore knowing about worldly matters.

Maniamma's natural, innocent reaction was to laugh. "Like everyday I am just doing whatever occurs to me," she said by way of explanation. She did not tell her mistress that her own breasts were now throbbing and she had this sudden urge to suck on the young lady's breasts the way men sucked her own breasts.

She was now back working the toes, then ankles, then the calf. But now each touch made Shanthi twitch and writhe in pleasure.

She sat up and grabbed Maniamma's hands to stop her. "No, stop it!" she commanded.

And she regretted having commanded so, for the maid stopped what she was doing as she was used to obeying. "Massage me, but not like that," whispered Shanthi, her face reddening to a crimson, feeling the need to feel that woman's hands on her.

"Like what?" murmured Maniamma, brushing her face close to Shanthi akka's. "I am only doing what I do everyday and it is you who is feeling it differently," she lied, letting her hands on Shanthi's soft young breasts. She ached to touch them for if the legs were so silky how soft and tender would those breasts be!

Maniamma was on her knees as she had been all through the massage. Shanthi was sitting up, her knees at her chin. The women were alongside each other, Shanthi to Maniamma's right. Maniamma's thumb searched for Shanthi's nipple. Shanthi froze, not withdrawing. Having thumbed its target, the hand moved down her side and Maniamma caressed Shanthi's hip, thigh and went as far down as her ankle.

Shanthi shivered at the tight grip on her ankle. Maybe Maniamma was correct. Maybe it was she. How else could she explain the pleasure she felt at the tight grip on her ankle. The only time her husband had held her there and like that was to spread her apart so he could plunge into her.

From there the hand slid within her saree back to Shanthi's crotch. For the first time in her life, Maniamma felt a hot, woman's crotch against her palm. It was as if the panty was not there at all – so intense was the heat and so saturating was the wetness. It was the first time Shanthi had felt the gentleness of a woman lover touching her. Her husband's eagerness always made him animal while handling her. She loved that animalness; but this tender, gentle caress of her tender, budding lips was beautiful, too!

Maniamma rubbed again with her palm and Shanthi involuntarily, gratefully, spread her legs. She rubbed the crotch again and Shanthi brought her mouth to Maniamma's ear. Senseless with the pleasure coursing through her Shanthi brushed her lips against Maniamma's ear. Her lips were parted and her was breathing was ragged.

Shanthi's hands involuntarily gripped Maniamma's arms. She was no longer able to resist or even think of controlling what Maniamma was doing to her. She did not seem to realize that her hips were actually grinding against the rubbing palm and she was herself taking pleasure from the older woman's actions.

The younger woman had no idea that a woman's hand could arouse her so much; all her growing up years she had only thought of men as sexual partners. Here was a woman, clearly more experienced than her in such matters. Her hands played magically on her body. Intense needs arose inside her and especially in her cunt.

She wanted this woman's rough hands on her. But she suddenly realized she also wanted her husband – actually any cock. She felt the urge desperately and had no idea of how the huge vacantness between her legs would be filled. Hungry for whatever pleasure she could get she gently fucked her hips against that palm desperately hoping Maniamma knew how to pleasure a woman fully.

Maniamma did not. In fact, her own needs were soaring. Her pussy seemed to burn while her breasts seemed swollen and ready to burst for the want of being touched. And she still had not felt the silken, delicate breasts of her mistress.

She withdrew her hand from Shanthi akka's crotch leaving her squirming. The mistress rubbed her thighs together and squirmed shamelessly. But Maniamma's attention had shifted to Shanthi's breasts. With one hand holding her firmly, she searched for Shanthi's breasts with the other hand. She slid the pallo off her shoulder and pressed her palm against Shanthi's breast and then waited to see if she met any resistance.

Shanthi was maddened by the absence of Maniamma's firm palm against her crotch. Her hips continued to thrust as if in search for something she could take between her legs. "Oh fuck!" she thought. "I so need my man, any man!"

Maniamma slid her hand under Shanthi's blouse and bra and cupped the breast in her hand. The breast felt warm and inviting. The nipple unfurled into her palm as Shanthi's natural sexual responses continued unchecked and involuntary. It felt soft but Maniamma could not caress and feel the silken softness enough.

She withdrew her hand. Now Shanthi was wild with unmet, raging needs. Suddenly she wanted Maniamma to bring her full sexual skills to bear on her own pleasure. Meanwhile, unmindful of what she was doing Maniamma tugged at the blouse hard enough to have the hooks give way. The roughness of this action matched for Shanthi some of the occasions on which her husband had been impatient in undressing her.

Maniamma laid Shanthi akka back and was careful enough to unhook the bra. She had always admired Shanthi akka's lacy, racy bras and hoped one day she could own one of her own. Those flimsy garments were sexy. She had gently fingered one of them while doing the washing and let it linger in her face. She was sure she could madden a lover or two by encasing her own large breasts in such beautiful frilly stuff. But she could not afford that kind of bra. So she was careful in handling it.

She wanted to gaze at her mistress's lovely breasts in their frilly encasement more – but she also wanted to touch, feel and pleasure. She pushed aside the blouse and the bra. She stared in wonderment at the soft, small breasts. The right breast already had an erect nipple topping it. The other one felt the air touch it and puckered up under Maniamma's intent gaze.

Shanthi continued to rub her thighs together and reached for Maniamma's hand to bring it back to her crotch. "Continue to massage me!" she pleaded. Suddenly, she did not sound like a mistress. She was begging and whimpering to be pleasured. She was ready to be enslaved.

Maniamma was used to doing Shanthi akka's bidding. But for now she focused on her own desire to feel those lovely, tender, young breasts. With both hands she gently brushed fingertips on the nipples. The other nipple rose magnificently, hard, strong ... and both the tips were now paired in their throbbing to be sucked and sucked hard.

But Maniamma was so tender and gradual in her loving. She kissed those breasts very lightly, hands caressing the small mounds. The softness and tenderness of the breasts and her touch on them contrasted with her own large breasts, the wide areole and thick nipples; and also contrasted with the wild sucking and mauling she received from men who hungered for them. Men licked, bit, gobbled and chewed on her. If teeth hurt her that too was pleasurable.

She on the other hand was gentle with Shanthi's breasts. She felt them, weighed them and kneaded them, taking care to tug those nipples as far as they could be made to lengthen.

And then she kneeled forward and sucked in all of the breast and rotated the nipple with her tongue.

Shanthi grabbed Maniamma's head and gasped, "Yes! Do that!" she encouraged Maniamma.

When she sucked gently on the nipple Shanthi felt her body arching up towards Maniamma's face, trying to feed herself to Maniamma. Maniamma had taught her a lot about cooking and maintaining the house from when she was a new housewife. Now she ached for Maniamma to teach her about the pleasure between women. She felt new at this, too.

As Maniamma slid the nipples alternately in and out of her mouth, she felt as if she was fucking Shanthi. It was as if she the woman, her mouth a bubbling vulva was on top of a man – and each of Shanthi's nipples a male organ . Her own pussy was now bubbling with desire and she found herself wondering about how she was going to take and give pleasure between the legs.

Both of them needed a man. But the urgency and need of the moment was immediate.

She remembered times when she had used a thick cucumber for pleasure. But she was not inclined to leave Shanthi alone and go looking lest the moment was lost.

She then remembered a time when one of the men had gone down on her and kissed and tongued her pussy till she came. She remembered how his lips had felt on her pussy and where all that tongue had traversed.

Maniamma slid down bringing her face to Shanthi akka's crotch. One hand remained toying with the breasts for she could not bring herself to let go of those silken, soft mounds of pleasure.

With her other hand she quickly pulled up Shanthi's petticoat. Soon the young woman found herself bared to the older woman. Her body felt aflame and she shivered as she felt herself open and defenseless to Maniamma's attention.

"What is she going to do?" wondered Shanthi. From her limited experience a fully erect male member was desperately needed and nothing less would do.

Maniamma kissed her on her pubic triangle.

Shanthi akka quaked with pleasure. She was being kissed down there! One hand flew to Maniamma's head more to track what was happening rather than to guide her. She was incapable of guiding her. The only thing she seemed able to do was taking whatever pleasure Maniamma offered her.

With her other hand Shanthi grabbed her own free breast and pinched and twisted her own flesh. Maniamma did the same for her on the other breast. Shanthi's vigorous action on her breast was the action of her own maddened desire.

She needed as much of feeling as she could and she gave herself what Maniamma was unwilling to. The servant maid was being too worshipful while Shanthi felt ready to be used like a whore.

Maniamma carefully copied what had been done to her by a man before. She put out her tongue and lapped at Shanthi's crotch. The woman below her involuntarily thrust her hips upward and Maniamma found her nose buried in a tangle of wet hair. She inhaled the sharp odors of her mistress' pussy juices.

Maniamma's mouth moved against the offered pussy, her lips, tongue, chin and nose caressing whatever of it came her way. Shanthi bucked and thrust against the face. It felt great! The ache within welled up ever more than before but there were beautiful, new kinds of pleasure the gentle ministrations of a woman released.

She luxuriated in the attention, her skin flushed red, her head thrown back and her mouth agape in an appreciative smile. "Experience rocks!" thought Shanthi of the woman between her legs who was opening up new frontiers in her sexuality. Maniamma continued to tug at the nipple of one breast and together with her own efforts on the other breast Shanthi felt a crescendo building up within her body.

It was at this moment that Narain happened to look through that ventilator.

He was stunned to see Shanthi's legs rise up and thighs close around Maniamma's ears taking her deeper into her.

The young housewife fucked the face of her maid and with a little experimentation was able to make sure her most sensitive areas rubbed against Maniamma's nose or chin with each thrust.

As Maniamma lapped her tongue against that same spot, Shanthi gave a guttural groan and thrust in rhythm. That was the rhythm she set up when she started to cum with her husband and wanted him to cum too. But here, the pleasure seeker was she alone. Now her hands rested on Maniamma's head, guiding her to how she wanted to be fucked by the tongue and lips.

When she thrust all of herself up, her breasts thrust up proudly but fell back unattended. Maniamma held down Shanthi's stomach helping her to beat her body in orgasm against her newfound woman lover.

Finally, Shanthi was completely unleashed and she screamed out to Maniamma, "Fuck me! Fuck me well you woman!"

Maniamma found it difficult to keep her tongue fucking the right spots with each of Shanthi's thrusts. The young mistress was completely out of control and was blabbering and slobbering as she felt her cunt explode in orgasm.

Equally out of control and as enthralled as Shanthi was Narain. The thin towel he wore around his waist was now tented with an erection of the size that Narain had long thought impossible.

He watched the young woman's delicious breasts and longed to touch them. He felt the same sense of guilt when lusty thoughts had crossed his mind about the wives of his nephews. Here was a woman, his tenant's wife who he had addressed as 'ponne' or daughter, more than once. He tried to dismiss the erotic thoughts as he had successfully done so often in the past decades. Narain mama was the family and community elder. He was not allowed to be a sexual adventurer.

And then he saw the older woman's ass thrust up and immediately wanted to line up his erection behind her and sink in to her. Again he found his control and thought about how he ruled the house with an iron hand. He could not be dallying with a servant maid. He had controlled the same impulses whenever this servant maid Maniamma had carelessly allowed her breasts to be uncovered and he had found himself staring hungrily at her cleavage and loaded blouse.

In the room below, there was no sense of control, discipline or restraint as Shanthi rolled about helplessly as her orgasm crashed on and on and on. Finally, her swollen labia were too tender to touch and she pushed away Maniamma.

"I need to be fucked, Maniamma," she confessed breathlessly. "And you, what about you?" she asked Maniamma, suddenly all tender. She held her chin and pulled her up.

As the woman came above her the housewife felt the heaviness of Maniamma's breasts and was surprised to feel the size of the older woman's nipples. She too wanted to suck the way she had been sucked. In her craze she too wanted to maul Maniamma's breasts. It seemed that the servant-woman was destined only to receive the attention of lust-crazed lovers, whether male or female.

"Never mind me, akka," she said soothingly to Shanthi. "Let me get something to pleasure you more." Shanthi kneaded the large breasts, thirsting for them, but Maniamma pushed her hand away.

Narain mama's erection knew now bounds and now his dilemma was not with the daughter-like housewife who was being slutty and wanton. His dilemma was with himself. His raging erection needed the comfort of his own hand and he felt like stroking himself. But he did not think he was supposed to. He clenched his fists to control himself. But his cock jerked on his own and he felt precum welling up from within.

Maniamma planned on getting a cucumber or carrot from the kitchen to fuck Shanthi with. And then perhaps she would be able to get her own pleasure. She too wanted to feel the loving hands and lips of a woman. She too wanted to experience her newfound lover. It seemed to her that Shanthi had enjoyed her attention and even experienced an uncontrolled orgasm. She too wanted the same for herself.

She was a bit doubtful whether the housewife would willingly tongue her servant maid's pussy, but oh! How she wanted it!

Shanthi coyly reached for a thin bed sheet and covered herself, stroking herself with soft gentle hands, trying to soothe her hot body while Maniamma moved away.

Maniamma opened the door and came out and looked about cautiously to check if anyone was watching. A maid leaving a room in which her mistress was sleeping was a normal thing. But because in her mind she knew of the pleasure the two women had discovered with each other, she felt awkward stepping out. It was if anyone who saw her could have spotted the lust coursing through her aching body. It was such a 'mind' thing.

Something dripped onto her shoulder and at that precise moment she felt Shanthi behind her tugging on her hand. She looked over at Shanthi – she was pointing to Narain on the stairs. "Narain mama," she whispered in horror as her lust withered away at being discovered thus.

Maniamma glanced at her own shoulder to see what had dripped on her and then looked up. She saw Narain mama (uncle) the landlord of that building. The seventy year old was frozen, staring at the two women below him. From where she was standing she could see his large, thick cock with a size and heft that belied his age.

It was barely concealed by his towel. And from the tip of that monster of a cock a drop of cum had dripped down on her shoulder.

"He could tell my husband," said Shanthi in sheer panic. Narain mama had given the young couple his first room tenement on some strict conditions that included not coming home late, not partying and not eating non-vegetarian food at home.

With such a disciplinarian, being found in an unusual sexual pairing, that too with a working class woman was sure to result in them being turned out of the house. And on top of that were the implications for her marriage.

"I will take care of everything," said Maniamma, tying her hair up in a bun. She came to the foot of stairs and called up to Narain.

"Ayya, come down," she said. Narain remained frozen where he was afraid his erection would give him away. (Ayya is a respectful way of calling an older man.)

He did not know that Maniamma had already seen it. He did not also know that her pussy had twitched with a life of its own, crazed as she was, at the sight of his virile cock. Nor did he know that in Maniamma's mind the immediate solution to Shanthi akka's problem lay in Narain mama's erection.

He looked down at Maniamma and his eyes fell on her breasts. Like on so many days while she swept the house he again saw that they were large, sumptuous mammaries that any man would love to treat with pleasure and passion. This time, he did not feel to control himself. Better a servant maid, it seemed than a daughter-like housewife. Not the 'ponne'.

Realizing that he could stand there forever waiting for the woman to move away but she would not, he hesitantly moved down. With each step, he felt his cock swing under its own weight. He had not felt it this large in a long, long time. He wanted to touch himself and feel himself. That was the debate in his mind: "Should I handle my unexpected erection?" But before he could resolve it for himself Maniamma had suddenly emerged from the room and now was confronting him.

As he came down the stairs he expected the maid to move back and start to plead or make excuses. Instead, as he came within reach, Maniamma boldly slid her hand under his towel and firmly gripped his hard cock.

She was the first woman to touch him in a few decades. He caught his breath. Maniamma did not move her hand – she just gripped him. The cavernous emptiness between her own legs demanded just such a cock. She felt the contours and sized up what she felt.

She realized he could plunder the young housewife to pleasure but she feared for that woman at the mercy of this cock. On the other hand, if she was the one to tame this cock it was a different matter. Her knees felt weak and she selfishly wondered if she could take him, leaving her mistress out of it.

As Narain took one more step down, the towel parted. To the shock of the young housewife watching this new turn of events, Maniamma stepped forward and gently stroked the cock a couple of times. More precum appeared on the head that had dripped and given Narain away to the new lesbian lovers.

Shanthi could barely think straight when she saw Maniamma briefly give Narain mama's cock welling up it juices a butterfly kiss. Not only had the woman kissed her down there, she was now mouthing a cock! "Did women do that?" she wondered, noting that she had done nothing of the sort with her husband. And in the next instant, in her state of desire she found herself making a mental note to kiss his cock as Maniamma had just done with Narain mama.

And then Maniamma showed Shanthi that there was still more to be done. Opening her paan scented mouth wide, she fed herself the cock that was in her hands.

Shanthi only caught sight of the thickness as it slid in and out of Maniamma's mouth. She felt her own legs slick with juices at the sight of that large, thick cock. She had never seen anyone other than her husband's cock. And this was only the other one and it was a far more alluring specimen. And then the idea that a woman's mouth could be a cunt for a cock seemed odd and pleasurable at the same time.

Maniamma stroked his balls as her head bobbed furiously upon the cock in her mouth. With a control borne of years of expertise handling men, Maniamma made sure that the invasion in her mouth stayed manageable for her. Narain mama clutched at the handrails for balance and gave himself up to fucking her mouth.

His precum and her saliva ran down her chin and soaked her blouse. Shanthi came up behind Maniamma and held her in a gentle supporting caress. She marveled at the old man's cock and wanted to exchange places with the maid. Or better still have him fuck her.

Instead she waited upon Maniamma's lead for the experienced woman was the mistress of this situation.

She brought her hands up from behind and held Maniamma's large breasts one in each hand. She squeezed her large breasts and Maniamma moaned onto the cock in her mouth.

She thought she felt the stirrings of an orgasm in the old man. She smiled. His rocking into her mouth indicated she had swiftly conquered him. The threat receded and opportunity presented itself. She knew there were two women awaiting the fullness of a man inside them. No male orgasm could be afforded yet. She pulled back.

Narain mama whose eyes had been closed to concentrate on the bliss of a hot wet, mouth on his cock opened his eyes to see if he was being abandoned at a moment when needs soared in him.

A new life caused his cock to lurch when he spotted his tenant's wife, the young woman whose legs had been spread wide also below him. But he also felt the need to cover himself.

Then a new discovery, the 'ponne's' hands seemed to be clutching at the servant's breasts- but he could not be sure. Did women do that? But of course! He had just seen one seemingly make a dish out of the other's pussy!

The tenant's young wife seemed radiant. He spotted her gold chain with its symbols of her married status and her hair in beautiful disarray, signaling lust and abandon. How could he fuck her even though in his current state he desperately wanted to? He remembered all the times he had blessed the newly married young couple in their first year of marriage. He was not supposed to...

Maniamma grabbed both his hands and his unguided cock bobbed, searching for its refuge which had suddenly abandoned it. She guided Narain down the stairs. His willing compliance with her fellatio had him where she wanted him. Like any man he was now ready to do her bidding just so he could fuck her. After that, Shanthi akka and she would be safe from his threats.

Shanthi akka retreated to the refuge of her room, in a sudden rush of embarrassment. Hugging Maniamma from behind and caressing had been spontaneous. The woman had taken on a cock of monstrous dimensions and it just seemed the kind of assistance and encouragement that Maniamma needed. But now she had no idea of what Maniamma had in mind.

Maniamma breached the sanctuary in which Shanthi had hidden herself by bringing Narain into the room. She led him to her mistress's bed. The lady herself stood behind the door, using it to cover herself. She wore only her petticoat and her blouse, hanging open along with the lacy bra. She had used the bed sheet to cover herself.

Suddenly a stranger in her own bed-chamber she watched as the two complete outsiders sat down on the bed she and her husband used to fuck each other. Shanthi changed sheets every time they fucked and her housewifely mind immediately took note that a change would be needed today. She wanted to stop the use of that bed, but Maniamma commanded the situation and she seemed powerless to stop her.

And even if she could, did she want to stop her and lose the chance of satisfying the ache between her legs which had soared even further?

Maniamma set down on the edge of the bed. She hoisted her petticoat over her hips, her legs wide open. Her pussy was agape. Narain mama instinctively knelt between her legs on the floor. Their eyes met. Each saw lust in the other.

The septuagenarian had first been surprised by his own body's revitalized response to the lovers he had spotted. Maniamma's hands on him surprised him too, but that action merely did for him what he had struggled to come to terms with – the need to stroke himself.

Her mouthing him was sheer pleasure and he had never had a woman do that to him. His own wife had been a woman for whom sex was part of the procreational duty. Something like this – only a servant woman could provide!

He was glad that his 'ponne' was not in the line of sight for he should have felt inhibited.

But now, the disciplinarian in him found all restraint washed away with those first two barrier-busters. Willingly he allowed Maniamma to take control of his erection when she let her hand between their bodies. Shanthi could not see her guiding the cock into the gaping cunt. But she wished she could as she involuntarily came out of her corner and craned her neck over Narain mama's shoulder to see the point of action.

Narain mama turned as he sensed her behind him. He was surprised and felt a new excitement at being closely watched, descending from strict landlord to lusty man. Shanthi found it impossible to look back at him. Her eyes dropped.

Shanthi's eyes fixed on Narain's buttocks as they thrust in and his cock sank into the woman in front of him. Neither was on the other and both were free to rock into each other. Narain fucked as Maniamma thrust her hips onto his cock. In her sitting position her pussy was facing downward and the thickness of the invading cock grazed the clit on its way in as well as out.

Narain's cock filled her well and pushed her open wider. The entry was one swift thrust. Both man and woman were well lubricated; in anything that was overdone and they were soppy wet as Maniamma, in that position gave in more juices.

The strokes were competent. The old man had newfound vigor. In a few strokes he found that she drenched him with her cum. The maid came quickly from the massaging of her clit. She came in torrents and clutched at his buttocks, holding him and he could not thrust. He clenched his buttocks and she felt the cock rear inside her. Shanthi stared in fascination as Maniamma's hands dug into the man's flesh, holding him in as she spent upon the thick flesh embedded in her.

She would have loved to feel the uncontrolled gush of a tamed man, but her sense of duty to the younger woman stopped her. Otherwise, nothing could have stopped Maniamma from reducing Narain mama to a bubbling mass, releasing its cum in full with just a few of her clever hip-moves.

Her own body hot and wanting more, she pushed Narain away.

Narain tried to get at her breasts but Maniamma felt duty bound to hand him on to the waiting young mistress. She pushed him away and nodded towards the young housewife waiting her turn shyly.

Narain stood up awkwardly but in heat. His cock, slick with their combined juices hung in wait. He made no move. Shanthi moved back behind the door. She had been keenly watching Maniamma cumming, wanting to caress and hold her new lover but not wanting to cross Narain mama.

Maniamma felt obliged to help Shanthi overcome her shyness.

"Come," she said in soothing tones. "He has what we need." She made it sound as if the act of fucking Narain mama was a road test she had done for her lady.

Shanthi shook her head in refusal. She could not believe her ears or the turn of events. "What are you saying!" she exclaimed.

"All I am saying is he has what we need. And once he succumbs – which he already has – all your fears about him telling your husband are over," she whispered urgently.

Shanthi akka did not seem to be listening to her. Her eyes were fixed on something else happening in the room.

Unable to bear being left alone after Maniamma's cunt had massaged his cock the way only a cunt can, Narain had started doing something he had never really indulged in in his entire life. He was stroking his erection and giving himself the pleasure that the two erotically charged women were denying him.

And Shanthi's eyes were on the dimensions of that cock. It was a solid pillar of flesh, large and proud. The thickness seemed just ideally designed to stretch her pleasurably but what about hurt? The inevitable comparison was with the only other specimen she had ever seen – that of her husband's. It did not seem as if there was any difference; Narain mama just seemed heavier, bulkier. Larger. And at this moment, desperately exciting in its allure.

And the exciting throb she felt in her cunt was also a result of the thrill of experiencing a new man.

Maniamma came close to Shanthi, their bodies touching. Idly, she fondled Shanthi's exposed breasts and said, "See, he needs us as much as we need him. And after this we can control him. Had he not controlled our lives enough so far?" she reasoned with the less experienced housewife.

Shanthi felt juices flow anew. The old man had been dominating their tenancy in this house. She could dominate him with her sex, she thought. Her nipples rose once again as Maniamma stroked her gently, feeling those silky yet hard protrusions.

"I have been with a few men and I can tell you that Narain mama has something special," she seduced Shanthi. "He filled me till here," she said guiding Shanthi's hand to her own abdomen. She brought Shanthi's hand tantalizingly close to her crotch. Shanthi noted the hot, humidity in the area.

Maniamma squeezed Shanthi's hand so that her own lower stomach was squeezed. "In here," she whispered. "And he throbbed. And it was beautiful. Did you see how quickly I finished? Imagine that in you. Can you?" she asked in urgent whispers. She pulled at Shanthi's hand, willing the woman to reach her pussy. Shanthi held back. She was not going to get her hands messed up with those releases.

She looked into her maid's eyes. There was a warm passion in the woman. She herself felt like a novice and her body indicated that it was quite eager to experience pleasures the older woman held promise of.

Maniamma pulled her close, pressing her substantial breasts against Shanthi's smaller, smoother tits. Shanthi felt the cushioning and realized she had only succumbed to everything done to her – she had not indulged in an exploration of her own.

Suddenly, she wanted more of Maniamma's body; but she immediately also realized that her cunt would ache for more of man. Maniamma had opened the room door only with the promise of finding a way to pleasure her between her legs. And now both seemed possible. She could explore Maniamma and use Narain mama to satiate her need for a man.

She glanced at Narain mama again. The man had his eyes closed and seemed to convulse with each stroke of his cock. Shanthi suddenly worried that he might cum.

She turned to Maniamma. She surprised the maid by kissing her fully on the lips. She started her exploration of the older woman by briefly stroking her breasts. Then she stopped. Her voice was thick with excitement and a sense of urgency. "Stop him!" she ordered.

Maniamma took Shanthi akka by the hand and both of them moved towards Narain mama. Shanthi let the bed sheet slip off her completely and her breasts were partially visible to Narain.

The sight of a young woman, with tender breasts and erect nipples excited him no end. When he had last seen a woman thus it was right after his wedding. But the modesty of those yesteryears stretched into the bedroom. The lights had been out as he had undressed his new bride and all he saw was what the moonlight that filtered in allowed him to see.

Thereafter, many years passed and the sex was furtive as ever. In the norm of those Alamelu mami discourage sex after the children had been borne and the size of the family was frozen.

Narain mama's sexual urges were entirely illicit as he watched the younger women marry into the family. They were more daringly dressed and the couples were more brazen in stealing moments in the afternoons and at other times of day when his generation would not have dreamt of sneaking off.

When some of the nieces and other young women came close to him he had found it difficult to not be aware of the breast pressing against his arm or thighs touching and so on.

His erections from these innocent encounters made him feel guilty. He had wanted to turn the clock back but there was no opportunity, no woman. It did not even occur to him that he could have scripted new adventures. He was just not the type.

And so the sight of the young shy housewife, being led towards him by the bold, older servant maid sent his blood surging. He drank in the sight of her lovely breasts and involuntarily increased the tempo of his stroking.

Maniamma gripped his wrist and brought and end to that.

"Wait," she said to the impatient old man. "We need you," she explained.

"No," pleaded Narain mama, trying to resume the stroking. But the working class woman was a lot stronger than him and she did not let him continue.

"Look at the poor girl," she pleaded with Narain mama. "She needs a man."

"She is like my daughter," wailed Narain mama, knowing that he would to sink his cock into that young woman and feast on her breasts.

"Only like, but not!" exclaimed Maniamma, hand firm and not letting Narain get the pleasure he was desperately seeking. Even if he refused to fuck the young housewife, he was going to have to fuck her to the finish. There was no way she was letting him cum. "Fuck Shanthi akka," she ordered him. That statement almost made him cum, stroking or not.

She guided the hand that had been stroking the cock to Shanthi akka's breast. Maniamma knew that this old man would have had no opportunity with a woman in a long, long time. Her own sexual needs were the wanton pursuit of pleasure. But both Shanthi akka and Narain mama – they had special needs. The young woman had not seen enough to know her own body. And Maniamma had seen the old man as a loner for the last several years.

Moreover, Maniamma did not know how as a woman she could do more to pleasure her mistress, especially once that woman had begged for more satiation.

"Feel the woman in here," she coaxed the reluctant yet lusty old man.

Shanthi felt awkward and a little uncomfortable at the sticky, messy hand that was reaching out to her breasts. Fortunately, Narain himself wanted to feel her breasts and their texture and knew that the slick, slimy precum coating his hand would be an impediment. He did not want to smear his yucky hand on his 'ponne'. He thought nothing of wiping it on Maniamma's saree pallo. Wasn't that what servant maids were there for?

Shanthi gasped as the old man grabbed at her breast. He filled his hands with her and squeezed and pumped as if he expected to see milk spurt forth. Her whole body shuddered and simultaneously Narain' cock jumped and twitched with a life of its own.

'Ponne," he stammered.

'Mama,' replied Shanthi, her desire reducing her to monosyllables. She did not know what to say to this father-figure. Fuck me? Impossible! But him not fucking her seemed even more impossible for a fire raged in her belly.

Maniamma smiled to herself. The young woman seemed to want newer experiences desperately and the older man now seemed ready to renew himself. That left her in the middle of the age spectrum. If the lust-filled air were any indication she would have to go looking for her own satiation elsewhere it seemed. She felt her own sexual appetite far in excess of anything in her memory. She knew that any man she got her hands on today would receive a mauling till he became a simpering mass of consumed flesh.

She seated both of them on the bed next to each other. Their thighs were touching but each person was tense and inhibited. They did not look to each other or allow their hands to rest on one another. Instead they looked at the servant maid facing them. Of the three, she seemed the sexiest. Suddenly the darkness of her skin seemed to take on the seductive nature of chocolate.

Shanthi's eyes thirstily rested on the big, bulging breasts trapped in the blouse. She could see Maniamma's generous nipples within.

"Narain mama," she whispered. "I will content myself with her." She found it necessary to explain what she was about to do to a man who controlled almost every facet of life in that community. He often asked her why she and her husband ate out and advised on how it was to be avoided. And now she was going to feast herself on the breasts of her servant maid right there, in front of the same Narain mama.

She reached out and undid the hooks one by one. The thin cloth of the blouse allowed the mounds to spill out.

Shanthi realized that this was perhaps the first sexual gesture she was making towards Maniamma. Maniamma, while not clear on how to make love to a woman, had followed her natural instincts. Of the three in that room she was the one who had the most varied of sexual experiences. She was the one who could make these two open out.

She was opened out to them and both responded magnificently to the sight of the lovely breasts. Each of them latched on to one breast. Shanthi akka lipped, tongued and mouthed the breast the way Maniamma had shown her just a short while ago. But she could not stuff all of the breast into her mouth the way the older woman had done – there was so much more of her.

Narain mama decided that the servant maid would leave him with a lesser sense of guilt than the girl. He licked on her chocolate-nipples as if it was an ice-cream cone. He made large lapping sounds as his tongue worked at the nipple. Maniamma held her own breasts and pushed them together, creating a deep cleavage. As she did so her nipples came close together and so did the heads of her two lovers. She looked down on the two novices lovingly – one was so young and the other so old. And yet in their passion for her they were indistinguishable.

Narain's hand had dropped to Maniamma's large buttocks and he pulled her towards him. Shanthi's hands were around her waist as she desperately tried to feed herself with more of Maniamma's breast.

Maniamma's hands were now on their heads, encouraging them to maul her breasts. She wanted them both! And she wanted them everywhere!

She loved Shanthi sucking milk out where none existed. She enjoyed Narain's tongue tugging her nipple. She ached most of all between her legs. She wanted to feel the young housewife loving her with her tongue down there the way she had done her. She wanted the hefty cock of Narain's to plunder her all over again.

Rising above her own desires she decided to guide her two novice lovers towards each other. Maybe then, she would have her chance though she doubted the old man's ability to sustain his erection beyond one cumming. She had them turn towards each other and still gave them the comfort of her own breasts against the sides of their face.

Shanthi's mind went back to the desire she felt between her legs – the unbearable vacuum.

"Mama," she stammered. "I just need you!" Her hands shook as she reached for Narain's cock.

It reared up like a club from between his legs – proud and virile, belying his age. She gently stroked it and shivered as she imagined this plunging into her – it was just what she needed.

Narain threw his head back and cried out, "Oh, ponne!" (Oh girl!).

His hand moved from Maniamma's buttocks to the softness of Shanthi's breasts. He was with a young woman who made his body feel alive and young. They both sank back onto the bed and face each other, side by side.

"You wouldn't think ill of me would you, ponne," he asked, wishing he could shove all this aside and fuck her.

"And you of me?" she asked in return, wanting to climb atop him and quench her own thirst.

He shook his head to indicate that he wouldn't.

Shanthi sucked in Narain's lower lip. She sought out his tongue. She kissed him with a wet, open mouth. She showed him all that she had been taught by her husband in the art of kissing.

Narain squeezed and tugged at the housewife's breasts, inexperienced despite his age and making it worse with his own greedy moves.

Maniamma looked on their feasting on each other and one hand played with her breasts which had suddenly been left alone after having been stimulated. The other hand rubbed through her clothing at her crotch.

The two lovers lay back. Shanthi meant to signal to Narain to mount her. That was how her husband progressed. And there was no way she was going to shameless enough to climb onto this man old enough to be her father; possibly grandfather.

Narain was still unsure of copulating with a woman young enough to be his daughter. His cock betrayed no such doubts, red from all the handling and wet from all the stimulation, standing upright, erect, sagging under its natural weight but jerking from the excitement he felt.

Narain wanted Shanthi desperately because he saw in her youth the culmination of all his accumulated illicit lusting at the younger woman in his household over the years. Sex had left his life long before he stopped feeling sexual arousal. The arousal continued through the years and the attractive youthful women that showed up in his household added to his problem. And then he had been brought up to not indulge himself and he never overcame that conditioning.

So now, while he desired Shanthi he felt he could indulge in Maniamma with greater ease, the working class woman. They were meant to serve and this was service too. So he reached out for Maniamma's hand to bring her to him. Shanthi again saw her opportunity slip away.

She could no longer bear absence of a cock in her pussy. She threw coyness to the winds and climbed on top Narain.

"Mama," she asked breathlessly. "Don't you like me?" She leaned forward and determined to conquer his inhibition, kissed his cockhead and tongued it the way she had seen Maniamma do it. It did not even cross her lust-laden mind that she was in one go, taking in the juices of both man and woman. Her inhibition evaporated in the heat of her own desires.

"Ponne," he groaned loudly, feeling the wondrous warmth of the woman's mouth on his cock. Never once in seventy-odd years and now twice in the space of a few minutes a woman had mouthed his cock!

"I have always wanted you to do that to me!" he lied.

She withdrew her head, lips streaked with juices no one could have distinguished as belonging to any one of the three.

"Then why did not tell me?" she asked lovingly kissing the cock as she prepared to go the next step forward. She sat back up, astride him.

"Because I have a grand-daughter who is older then you," he sobbed.

She guided both his hands to her breasts.

"Don't these feel like any other woman's?" she asked him. He had no answer for he knew not another woman till this day.

"Okay, then you only take this old man and fill his need," he wept shamelessly.

"Don't!" she cried out alarmed. She leaned forward and with her lips close to his she said, "Let me tell you, you feel like any man would. I have known only one. And you are harder and stronger than what he feels like." It was a confession. And she shivered as she realized that she might be punished by the monster he wielded.

He held her close. "Ponne," he whispered. "Fuck me," he pleaded, crossing the line of transition and using words he would not have dreamed of using a few minutes ago.

She then held his cock and hoisting herself up placed the blunt head of his club-like cock at her pussy.

With great control she gently eased herself down the pillar, not wanting to hurt herself consuming the monster. She knew not in what dimension but she was aware he was bulkier than her own husband. It worried her and excited her to desire him more than ever. But care was warranted.

"Ponne," exulted Narain mama.

"Mama!" she called out endearingly to the man she now knew was old enough to be her granddad.

She was slow in her descent and the journey was lasciviously luxurious. First she felt the broad head prise her open – the lips were agape but beyond that her pussy was slick but sticky and narrow. As he rose inside her the hefty body of his cock pushed her aside and widened her. She felt the walls of her pussy 'give' to accommodate him but at this point she paused to let her shivering and spasming subside. She was afraid that in those convulsions she might lose control and fall on the bludgeoning weapon.

Narain mama's hands landed on her hips to coax her downward. He rested on the narrow waist of the young woman and marveled at how her hips flared out from there to a wide, accepting womb. And somehow the tightness of her cunt seemed to chart the change in dimension from narrow to wide. He grunted as he felt his cock hum, ready to explode it seemed.

"Come, dear," he urged her. "Now that we have started what does it matter?" he asked mistaking her caution for a new hesitancy. He now wanted the woman, girl or not, daughter or not. His inflamed senses could not now have coped with any restraints.

Maybe the presence of the servant maid was now inhibiting his 'ponne'. In any case, to his mind she seemed to have served her use in the situation.

"You can go," he said to Maniamma unconvincingly, watching that woman caress her breasts and stroke her pussy relentlessly at the sight of these two reluctant lovers plundering each other.

The pleasure had just begun and Narain did not want it to end so easily. Equally, the pause in Shanthi's descent was unbearable. He wanted to thrust into her, pillage and take with a furious bout of fucking. But it was he who had been hesitant. Now he was voracious.

So was Shanthi voracious.

"But of course, Mama!" sighed Shanthi contentedly, reassuring him. He felt full inside her. But she also became ever more cautious. The thickness of his cock had spread her the most she thought she ever would. She could not spread her legs more for that would lower her cunt. She could not lower her cunt without spreading herself.

"There is no hurry, Mama," she said, glowing and radiant, smiling down at him. She was being a whore to him and Narain mama loved that in his 'ponne'.

When she realized that she was stuck on him, she gasped. She was impaled, stuck, skewered. With no movement there seemed to be pulsating throbs from the walls of her pussy beating on the cock. There seemed to be a soaring hum from the cock that threatened to explode upon her pussy. She wiggled her hips gently, willing the juices plugged up inside her by his cock to flow and ease the passage. She slid down a bit and bit her tongue.

Narain tugged at her hips – he wanted to plunder her not caring if he tore her asunder.

"Ponne," he begged, using a term he often used with her. Said sharply, it indicated that she was a kid-girl that had to do his bidding. Said gently, it indicated that she was like a daughter to him. Said now, in this ragged, pleasure seeking voice it indicated agony. On the one hand was the agony of his need, his pleasure. On the other hand was his dilemma about where he was taking it from.

But Shanthi 'ponne' was firm, even though in heat. She took his hands to her breasts. She helped his fingers feel her contours. She encouraged him to tweak her nipples hard. He on his own would have been a bit more careful – but she asked him to twist her, hurt her. Then she held his hands and made him knead her vigorously. She leaned forward bringing her weight on to his hands.

His hands were now cupping her breasts and in effect holding her up. She seemed so light and fairy like, but for those wide open lips rich with saliva. But for those lidded eyes. Her hair fell forward and her taali chain (indicating her married status) waved in his face. That one symbol reminded him of his dilemma but the rest of the vision above him was divine.

The young housewife seemed to combine beauty, charm, sexiness, homeliness and a slutty whorishness. Oddly, he wanted all of those. If she was not homely it might not have suited his cautious temperament. Had she not been whorish about this be would never have been able to cross the line with his 'ponne'.

A drop of her dribble fell on his chest and with her fingers she wiped the spot, allowing her long fingernails to draw a line to his nipple. Narain had never been touched there and she twisted him in the same wicked way she had shown him to treat her teats. Narain grunted.

With her other hand she wiped her mouth and then she leaned forward. She moved her hips from left to right pulling Narain in small circles. Soon they were drenched as the pooled juices from her womb and pussy poured out.

Shanthi allowed herself to go lower now smoothly, a guttural growl from her throat filled the room as the foreskin pulled back, the head of his cock bulged and Narain's bulk filled her.

She had never felt so full as she lowered herself completely on him. A tear started out from a corner of one eye without her willing it so and a muffled sob escaped her lips.

"This is why..." Narain started to speak. She shook her head and covered his mouth with her hand.

She smiled. Again that homeliness shone through. Sitting upright again, his cock firmly in her womb, Shanthi guided his hand to her lower abdomen. She felt so full of him she wanted him to feel himself inside her. Somehow, she felt showing him the bulge in her lower tummy would help him feel his own cock in its intended lair.

"You have filled me so much," she sighed, her eyes sparkling. The hunger which Maniamma had unleashed was beginning to be met. The fullness inside her was unparalleled. She had never felt so complete.

"We should have done this before, Mama" gurgled Shanthi.

Narain mama nodded, concentrating on their combined pleasure.

She looked at Maniamma gratitude, standing to their side watching the development, her cunt raging for action of its own.

She wiped that teardrop and reached out to the older, much experienced servant maid who had brought her to this. Pulling her nearer, she massaged Maniamma's aching breast with one hand and covered her mouth with her own open lips, tangling tongues to kiss and thank the other woman.

Maniamma instinctively rubbed her other breast against Shanthi's side and her hands massaged the housewife's smooth back. "She is like silk all over," thought Maniamma. "Her pussy must be another silken sheath," she wondered with a pang of jealousy. Suddenly she regretted not being a man – she wanted to fuck this young girl. She wanted that to feel that cunt, tight and hard on a cock of her own – she wanted to be where Narain mama was at this moment. The grip of her hand and the caress by her fingers became more vigorous at the thought.

It made Shanthi want pleasure and she started rocking back on forth on the cock she had imbibed even while her tongue explored Maniamma's paan-supari scented mouth.

Maniamma was not used to too much kissing given that her sexual trysts were usually pitched battles between cock and cunt with a race to the pleasure line. But this woman's supple tongue electrified her. She squealed into the other woman's mouth and with one hand she simply had to pleasure herself.

Narain, while fully embedded, somehow felt left out seeing the intensity of the passion between the two women. He held Maniamma's thigh on the right and Shanthi's hip on the left. He bucked upward the best he could. But Shanthi was now riding him like she was riding a horse.

Maniamma's embrace gave her the balance she needed, she was well poised over Narain mama and her thighs moved up and down in the rhythm well-known to mankind.

Maniamma toggled Shanthi's nipple, extracting pleasure from every source. Shanthi fucked down on the cock mercilessly. Suddenly, Narain was reduced to that one need that was missing in her lovemaking with Maniamma; only because her lover was a woman. She wanted that woman, her large breasts and her experienced manner. And she needed a cock to fill the thirst Maniamma caused in her.

Her thighs would later ache from the manner in which she was levering her down-thrust cunt on his cock but there was always Maniamma to rely on for a massage. And right now her own pleasure counted for much, much more.

Used thus, Narain had not much longer to go. The insane sight of the two women caressing each other's breasts (one chocolate dark with large rubbery nipples the other breasts soft, small and creamy with knobs for nipples); their kissing; their moaning sounds were all too much.

As he felt his orgasm approach the man in him wanted to fuck hard into Shanthi as far as he would go. His hand left Maniamma's thigh where his nails had made deep red marks of passion. He grabbed Shanthi's hips and with a violent upward thrust, broke her careful, cadenced pattern. She had his cock rearing into her womb but not allowing the cockhead to surge fully, swollen into her pit.

Now the vigor caught her by surprise and she nearly bit into Maniamma's tongue. Maniamma saw from the corner of her eye that Narain mama had a wild look in his eyes and his torso was thrust upward.

Shanthi held on to Maniamma with one hand and with the other pressed that torso down. Breaking off her kiss with Maniamma with a lingering tug she turned her attention to the man beneath her in rebellion.

She pressed down with her hips but with a strength belying his age he rammed up into her.

"No!" she moaned as he spread her mercilessly, his cock head impossibly swollen from the pulling back of its sheath.

"Shush, my dear!" soothed Maniamma clinging on to the young woman to give her support as the denouement approached. Maniamma knew the look on Narain' face and knew that a battle between cock and cunt was imminent. She smiled to herself as she recalled the pleasure of riding a man in the crisis of an orgasm.

"This is how it will be," she cooed to Shanthi. She had been at the receiving end of such vigor from enough a crazed man who now desperately needed to conquer. She held her close, hot, sweaty bodies pressed against each other and rubbing to yield more pleasure.

"Ah!" yelped Shanthi as the man plundered her. He fucked upward with a vigor that few other septuagenarians' could have managed. Shanthi squealed and moaned with each fuck. As he pulled back her cunt tried to return to its original dimension. Each time he fucked back it stretched to its limits. Every cell along those walls opened out to pour down on his cock. With each fuck Narain too felt the drenching. He had never had a woman on top and was in completely bliss, hands clutching at one breast and caressing her torso as her other breast was in Maniamma's control.

Shanthi whimpered and slobbered, her saliva smeared on Maniamma's body as she licked and kissed whatever skin she could find. She feverishly ran her cheeks back and forth on the cushiony breasts and felt Maniamma's delicious nipples on her face.

She came, again and again and as she spent down on the insatiable man, tears flowed down her face. Maniamma ran her nails down Shanthi's smooth back all the way down to her pumping buttocks. Such a lovely curvaceous figure, her young mistress had. The trail of her nails enhanced Shanthi's pleasure.

Maniamma found herself hunched over Shanthi reaching under and feeling the squelchy mess and the pillar of Narain mama's plundering cock. She ringed it and created a gap between the man and the woman. She abandoned Shanthi and moved over, fondling his balls and perineum. Her hands between the two lovers gave Shanthi the space she needed to avoid being torn asunder. Narain's cock was no longer spearing her to the heart of her womb.

Holding down on his chest, the woman bounced on him like a woman possessed. Maniamma wanted to move to the front to see this fantastic sight and caress Shanthi's clit even as she manacled Narain's cock. As she moved she caught Shanthi unawares.

The poor woman impaled herself hard, down on the cock without the protection of Maniamma's fist and rammed herself all the way with Narain jammed into her womb.

"Oh!" she wailed as she felt an instant onrush of cum and orgasm.

Maniamma reached back urgently and again took charge of Narain's cock, this time with a tighter grip. Simultaneously, she thumbed Shanthi's clit.

Narain and Shanthi, at a new level of ecstasy, each claimed one breast of Maniamma's. The other hand was joined. Shanthi rode Narain like she was riding a horse, with a determination to make him finish.

Maniamma knew she would have to help the young housewife otherwise this old man was going to leave her in tatters. Reaching around with one hand she found Narain's balls. Her nails raked them gently finding the area between and beyond. Her slick finger had no difficulty reaching his clenched anus. As she prised it open, Narain bellowed in surrender.

"Ponne!" he cried out his orgasm.

"Mama..ah!" urged Shanthi.

He spouted up into Shanthi's open and waiting cunt. She showed him no mercy, plunging down on him and he shot up into her in a great big release. She felt the surge of warmth and the flooding and laughed in delight. Her own orgasms from Maniamma's fingers on her clit were unceasing.

She collapsed on top of Narain and her hips continued their furious fucking.

They spent into each other and forgot all about the woman who had brought them together. Spewing, shivering, shuddering and spasming they slowly came to rest. Maniamma caressed them all the time.

Mama and 'ponne' whispered those terms to each other over and over.

"Girl, my girl," he said over and over.

"My mama, mama," she said in the throes of several minor orgasms.

Relationships, restraints, age, discipline, codes of conduct – were all washed away and there lay a man and woman, satiated but also aware that a new sexual landscape lay before them. Their bodies were sated but both minds were hungrily calculating the plotting the journey ahead.

Maniamma knew her time here was up. Moreover, her own needs were now at a high and she was on edge. She felt that if she just felt as much as a caress, she would cum. She needed a man urgently. She looked at the two spent figures on the bed.

Shanthi was kissing the old man softly and he was rocking her back and forth gently as he lost his erection, sliding out of her lair. As Shanthi felt the gush flow out she knew the sheets definitely needed changing today.

But that was later. The old man was already snoring gently as Shanthi's wonderfully stretched and aching body slipped into a nap.

Maniamma slid out, shutting the bedroom door. Her mind was already mapping out what she would need to do for one more round of complete fucking. Weak-kneed she let herself out to the wintry afternoon, looking for a prey with the urgency of a hungry lioness.