Rustic Nights in Khokhapur Ch. 04

A continuation from the earlier chapter, please read that to know and understand the rural background and the characters, all of them are mature and consensual.

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It has been 1 month since Sharmila has moved in to our house again. Covid-19 second wave was just beginning in India.

Sangeeta had whole heartedly accepted the fact that her son was deeply and madly in love with the women in his family and wanted to own both of them, but the mother inside her hadn't accepted the carnal desires willingly. She kept resisting Arjun's meek advances but gave blessings to Sharmila and Arjun to continue their sojourns within the privacy of their house.

In the meanwhile, she kept herself busy with her neighbour friends and charity activities as news of widespread fatalities rocked their quaint little village as well.

Sangeeta was childhood friends with another lady in the village, a Muslim named Sahana Khan, with whom she shared a deep bond and they frequented each other's house on a daily basis. Sahana was a beautiful lady as are most Muslims and also a pious and simple soul at heart. Very much like Sangeeta, she had an hourglass figure and tall and wiry, but she always kept her figure hidden in a loose burqa when she was outdoors. She had married into a poor family and therefore they depended on the Singh family whenever they faced any hardships. Sahana had been desperately trying for a child but Allah wasn't kind to her.

During the peak of first wave of Covid, tragedy struck the Khan family and Sahana's husband and brother along with their old mother all succumbed to the virus. Sahana herself was admitted and barely made it alive after Arjun was kind enough to pay for her medical treatment, on the insistence of his mother.

At the age of 42, she was in the prime of her life when tragedy befell her. Her husband, a relatively young man in his late forties passed away so suddenly that it had shaken Sahana's world. Her husband took care of her every want and needs but one. Her husband was a proud man and while it had been several years, they had been trying for a child but they had only lately discovered that her husband was impotent.

The doctor had told them that Sahana was in fact extremely fertile and they could use donor sperm to gain them a pregnancy. Her husband's strict words stayed with her for the rest of her time.

"You are my wife and Allah as my witness, only my sperm will ever be inside you," her husband told her leaving no doubt that her only option was to pray for a miracle or stay barren, like Sharmila Devi. There was a deep yearning within her for children but she buried that deep inside of herself as she found contentment in her marriage. But underneath that supposed contentment was churning, severe sexual frustration as, as soon as her husband found out about his impotency, it also seemed to kill his drive too.

Sahana put her whole self in to her marriage and when she lost her family it seemed as though all meaning was lost from her life. She was alone in the truest self of the word and her own sister who was her only living family, lived across the country in Bangalore. So much of her life had been about being the good wife for her husband that she never truly had a life of her own, nor that many connections or close friends, other than Sangeeta.

The only person whom she could confide her frustrations was Sangeeta and whenever they met over the months, she would break down and often ask help from Sangeeta on what next for her.

Sangeeta also felt helpless as it's difficult enough to be a widow and on top of it middle aged, for Sahana to find love again. As she kept thinking and filtering out men in the village who could genuinely take care of Sahana, that's when the idea struck her.

She had been hearing from Sharmila since last few weeks that she couldn't keep up with the youthful virility of Arjun and needed a companion to share her burden of pleasuring Arjun on a daily basis from evening to morning and often during the mid-day as well. Even her wild body needed some rest from the monstrous annihilation that Arjun inflicted upon her, unabated.

Why not have Sahana join Sharmila as my son's sex consort?

Keeping aside all virtues that Sahana had, she was also bit dense in the mind & she could easily be manipulated, basically a naïve simpleton. She could be moulded to fit the bill of a slut, given proper stimulus.

Over the period of next few weeks, Sangeeta spent most of her time with Sahana at her place. She would bring expensive sarees from her early marriage days and ask her to keep it for herself as she didn't need them. She would chit chat about how her son had grown up into a dashing man and glance furtively to see what Sahana thinks about his son. She would show pics of her son on her mobile which she would have taken when Arjun would be working the fields or exercising, to create a physical interest in Sahana as she knew Arjun's body was irresistible to any and all.

She also shared a few perfumes and fragrant oils with Sahana and ask her not to mourn her dead husband anymore but live a new untethered life. She feared her pious religious bent would be an issue, so she also kept repeating to her the virtues of switching to a Hindu life and persuaded her to attend the local Shiva temple with her to achieve peace of mind and mingle more freely with the other ladies in the village.

Sangeeta would give money to Sahana and cajole her to buy costly cosmetics and ask her to look beautiful, as a beautiful body also leads to more happiness.

They would go on long walks together on their vacant fields during the summer evenings, and Sangeeta would take the opportunity to explain to her how fitness is also required at their age to be agile and continue to have a supple body for later years.

She primed Sahana over a period of a month with an overload of sensory information and could already see the changes in Sahana's mindset. Sahana gradually lost an inhibition around people in general and hardly took her hijab with her anymore. She would wear the sarees gifted by Sangeeta when they went for evening temple gathering and also took an active part in Hindu customs.

In the meanwhile, Sangeeta had confided her plan to Sharmila & asked her to feint tiredness and exhaustion and avoid Arjun as much as she can and increase his sexual frustrations over the month.

When Sangeeta thought the time was fit, she put the wheels in motion.

Sangeeta convinced Arjun that Sahana needed their help and he must do whatever he can to help her alleviate her mental condition and that he must also do it covertly so as to not attract unnecessary rumours. So, it's best that he goes himself whenever Sahana needed help.

One evening, Sangeeta urgently called Arjun and told him that the bathroom pipes were not working at Sahana's place and needed repair. Arjun didn't suspect anything and oblivious to the ruse setup by his mother, he jogged to Sahana's home.

As Arjun half crouched under the faucet and tried to pry it open, Sahana squatted behind him to see what was going on, ready to help in case the young boy needed it. As Arjun turned back to ask Sahana something, he saw the saree had fallen half across her chest and a fathomless heaving milky white cleavage was staring right at him. There was an immediate reaction in his joggers and his cock strained against the hem of his pants. Naughty scenes started playing in loop in his mind and his mind was clouded with excitement. He thought to take advantage of the dim-witted widow now that she was up for grabs.

Arjun feinted that he needed some soap water to loosen the tap and Sahana gladly ran back to the kitchen and brought a bucket full of soap water. As Arjun poured the water, he played careless and sprayed a lot of soapy bubbles over himself and some on Sahana as well.

"Oh my gosh!" Sahana got up immediately and backed away from the bathroom floor. Arjun had to keep from grinning as she looked down at her wet blouse. Arjun could see the shape of her breasts and the style of bra she was wearing as the water made the blouse nearly transparent.

"I am so sorry Sahana aunty! Don't you worry about it. You have a washer, right? Just pop it in the dryer for a few minutes." Arjun offered his devilish solution.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Sahana asked wide-eyed.

"Don't you worry about a thing. Go get your blouse dry!"

Sahana returned back in the saree and her pendulous boobs were swinging freely under the saree draped tightly across her chest. The sight was so obscene that Arjun's dick started to throb hard.

As water soaked into the dress, Arjun's manhood as clearly outlined against his leg.

Sahana gasped at the sight in front of her. She could not believe what she was watching. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets; her mouth was open wide with shock.

Sahana was covering her mouth with her hand as she could not believe what had just happened. The sight was imprinted on her mind. She stood against the worktop as she tried to regain her breathing. Her chest was heaving as she was breathing so hard.

It was big, no, it was huge, no, it was monstrous & she could not stop thinking about it. Her husband was no more than 5 inches but Arjun had a monster. She thought it must be 12 inches at a minimum and it did not even look fully hard. She was feeling hot like never before.

One sight of that cock and her mind was filled with the vilest thoughts.

She could not believe how wet she was. She had never been this horny before.

"Oh Allah, what is that thing!!" her hands magnetically started to touch the throbbing cock above the trouser.

"Would you like to play with my cock aunty?" Saying this, Arjun dropped his trousers and stood up. His cock was a goliath standing erect and the head hit Sahana on her chin. It was scalding hot and just the touch of a man's tool brought back all the deeply repressed memories.

"Grab the base, the bottom of the cock, Sahana aunty, with one hand on top of the other and stroke the whole length. Up and down, over and over."

"Hold your hands still Aunty and let me slide my penis in them." Sahana obliged.

Sahana had one hand on top of the other forming a hole with her two hands as Arjun's cock moved its length through the tight space she created. He looked over to see her luscious tits heaving and moving around as a result of his thrusts. Her back was arched and her ample ass stuck out.

"Grip it tighter!" Arjun said as his rock-hard cock began fucking her hands as she tried to keep them stationary to allow his motion. He bucked his hips up. Sahana's succulent body moved with his thrusts. Her drooping heavy boobs gyrated as she tried to get the young man to cum. He was fucking her through her hands and her body shook in sync with his thrusts.

Sahana thought "He is using my hands to stimulate his penis! It looks like he is getting very worked up!" Her eyes were fixed on the gigantic cock that worked its way through the soapy water as it slid through her hands.

As he continued, she thought she saw his pee-hole open up even wider than it already was and then a loud yell emanated from Arjun:

"God damn fuck, aunty!"

Sahana looked down at the penis and saw a huge, thick stream of thick, white fluid shoot up and away from the giant beast of a penis. He pushed his cock into her hands and she instinctively tightened her grip and pushed down as he pushed up. Streams of white hot cum laid on her face and head as Arjun roared out his orgasm.

Amazingly, the cock was still rock hard in her tiny little hands and still looked angry.

Sahana wasn't seeing clearly with the cum drying fast on her eyes and in her hurry collected all the cum she could in her finger and sucked it dry.

"His semen tastes rich and both salty and sweet at the same time. I have never tasted sperm before." Sahana thought to herself.

She remembered the fragrant massage oil that Sangeeta had gifted her. With one hand stroking Arjun's burly cock, she brought the oil bottle with the other and poured generous amounts on the angry purple head.

Aren't you going to get that nice saree dirty and oily? Shouldn't you take it off?"

Sahana was in a trance as she almost tore away the saree and threw it on the bathroom floor.

Arjun's testicles were huge. The size of golf balls. She had to massage one at a time. They were oval shaped and heavier than she was expecting. She rolled them around and pulled on them through the skin. She moved each one back-and-forth in her hands.

"That's enough of my balls aunty. My cock is killing me. I need it rubbed again. Don't try to make me ejaculate though. The last time was a fluke."

Her mouth was watering for some reason.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She looked at the thick, brown, long cock as if it were a god. She found it difficult to remain focused."

"Umm...It's so hard son, how does it feel?"

Sahana poured oil both on her hands and on his cock. The slick massage oil slowly dripped down the full length of his cock as it was held steady by Arjun's hands.

She looked at the cock with child-like enthusiasm. Like a little girl who just received a puppy for Ramzan. She was in heaven. She started a two-hand stroke at a very slow pace. Starting from the top all the way down to the base of the shaft and back up again. It took her considerable time when compared to stroking her husband. She could only use one hand on her husband anyway, and that covered his penis completely. This was a completely different experience.

"Are you feeling relief, son?" Her high-pitched voice increased his already steel-like hardness.

"Yes, aunty. A little faster, please." She was moving her whole body as she stroked him up and down. Her tits looked amazing as they swung below her belly from left to right as she pumped his dick so vigorously.

Sahana increased her speed and found that she was getting tired pretty quickly. She was determined to have him ejaculate again.

Her hands kept the increased pace and she began to sweat. After about twenty minutes of constant stroking, she stopped her current method and began to use one hand on his penis and one massaging his testicles.

She looked at his face and wondered what else she could do to help him feel better.

As she was bent over examining his testicles, she felt a stiffening in his very hard member. She returned to her two-handed method and he began to breathe harder.

"That's it, aunty...pump me hard now...hard!" He commanded.

Sahana was going as fast as she could along the thick shaft. She noticed his body began to become very tense and then...a loud shout, "Damn!" followed by an explosion of semen erupting from the tall rod. Sahana watched it as it shot up about a foot into the air and landed on her arm. She continued to stroke. The next shot landed on her hand and the rest on the floor in a small puddle.

"Oh, wow! Oh, Arjun! Twice in one hour!" She cooed. She continued stroking his cock.

By now in his head Arjun had a pretty solid notion that Sahana aunty was a natural submissive who had been pretty seriously neglected for several years and was eager to serve. Combine this with a sexual appetite that she was only now beginning to recognize and he knew he could be fucking her several times a day in the very near future.

Arjun led her holding her hands and his dick leading the way to the hall and sat on the bed cum sofa as he was a bit exhausted with the ejaculation.

Sahana moved a couch pillow to the floor and got between his legs, then poured oil onto his enormous penis. Arjun spread his legs wide apart.

Arjun's plan was playing out perfectly. Sahana was on her knees between his legs stroking his cock with both hands. She couldn't hide the excitement she felt. Her eyes were fixed upon his glistening, veiny throbbing tool and when she wasn't smiling, she was biting her lip as though she was in deep concentration.

He needed to further this along.

Sahana's hands were wrapped around Arjun's penis one atop the other. Her strokes were long and she tried to squeeze and touch the whole length. She found it impossible to cover the whole thing without leaving a large part of it untouched.

Arjun sat back enjoying the show. The sight of this hot widow with huge knockers kneeling between his legs jacking him off was a sight to behold. He would be satisfied even if this was all she ever did. But he knew he could get her to do more. Much, much more. She enjoyed this too much. She was ready for more.

"This is good, Sahana aunty, but I need the head-at the top-to be rubbed while the shaft is massaged." Arjun planted the idea in her head that she would have to try harder.

"Well, how about this?"

She used her left hand to stroke and placed her right hand on his penis head. She began squeezing and rubbing the head in a circular motion.

"That's good. That might work for now." Arjun watched intently as she moved her hands frantically as she tried to service the foot-long cock.

It wasn't Sahana's intention to be sexy, she just was. Her naiveté and simple-minded approach to this situation made her even more appealing in Arjun's eyes.

As Sahana moved up her arms & tied her loose hair in a bunch, suddenly Arjun was now faced with the most beautiful, perfect tits he had ever laid eyes on. Hard, pinkish-red nipples sticking up about half inch in the air surrounded by areolas that appeared to be about one inch in diameter. Her flesh was perfectly white. Her nipples where oriented toward the top half of her breasts and her breasts were full, heavy and so big that they hung down as low as near her navel. In one motion, she scooped up his erect member and began stroking his cock again. "Holy mother of God." Arjun thought to himself.

He had seen nothing sexier in all of his long life.

"You have a beautiful body, Sahana aunty. I am glad you feel comfortable enough with me that you can be yourself around me."

She smiled and looked deep into his brown eyes as she stroked his penis.

With every motion up, then down, her tits bounced and wiggled. She noticed that, he hadn't stopped staring at her breasts the entire time and he felt like he's about to...

"Faster Sahana aunty...faster!" Arjun sounded desperate. "Oh good God!" Arjun's hips started to thrust upward as the first stream of semen gushed out of his cock.

Sahana had her mouth open in a gasp of delight. His semen shot up across his legs landing on her face and into part of her mouth. Arjun pointed his cock toward Sahana as she gripped the base and shot a second stream straight at her hitting her mouth and chin. Yet another stream landed on her breasts. His hips bucked into her hands as she pushed into the base of his shaft. She could feel him tremble under her strokes. She was fucking his huge shaft with her hands. It was obvious to Arjun that she enjoyed this.

"Oh! Damn. That was good!"

Sahana's first reaction was to jump up and get a towel and wipe the semen off. Before she got up, Arjun noticed she swallowed the semen that landed in her mouth and licked the drops that had landed on her lips. She looked like she was in another world.

Sahana roamed her finger nails on Arjuns inner thigh and the reaction was instantaneous.

His enormous cock sprang up and grazed the side of her face. It seemed to sear her cheek it was so hot and hard. She let out an audible gasp.

She ducked her head to the side and leaned back out of the way. Then she grabbed it. And softly ran her hands up and down the length of it. It was still only inches from her face.

"This is truly an awesome tool. I can't seem to get his cock out of my head. It is world class. No one has a penis this big. I am lucky to even be in the same room as this magnificent member." She was caressing it, not stroking it, and she was holding back the urge to rub it across her face.