Though bursting with youthful energy and so happy to be in company of such a sexually charged and liberated, mature lady Padma aunty, I had my limits, was tired and after one deep and long ramming of her cunt, I passed off.
When I got up in the morning, a sweating Padma aunty was busy exercising on the floor. She signaled me to be silent and gestured towards to a piece of paper on the side table.
"It was wonderful. But I am sure you will be mature enough to be discreet and sensible. Dr. Rekha could not come, as her car had starting troubles, but promised to meet us some other time. Now, take bath, get dressed and get moving. Don't forget to eat your breakfast. It's on the dining table. Now tear this paper in to small pieces and throw on garbage bin. And don't you dare and foolish to boast around like an idiot. Be good and take care."
After my first sexual encounter during overnight stay with Padma aunty, we both were forced to cool off our lust, due to various compulsions and presence of her husband, uncle Pandey. Moreover, I and her son Raman were seized of looming threats of board exams along with all the exam time horrors and anxieties.
I was good in Mathematics but didn't like chemistry, whereas Raman, at that time, was sort of dud in Math's but mugged up boring chemistry lessons quite well.
During those days leading to examination fever and fears, a totally asexual Padma aunty asked me to help her son with math's lessons, than what I was perhaps doing. Raman hated algebra and I was not able to make him interested in the subject, whom he found, so boring. She didn't have to tell me to help my best friend, but even then she did her bit quite honestly and admirably. And I knew she wanted her son to be an engineer and go to states for further studies to fulfill his dream to be an astronomer. But whenever I saw her, my dick would jerk wildly and raise its head eagerly to again taste the searing heat of her big juicy cunt and ravenous sucking. Remembering the way she had talked and encouraged me, while masturbating her and me as well, used to cause ripples of wild passions through my sex starved young body.
But due to changed circumstances she took care to cover herself well, perhaps not to sexually arouse me, leading to distractions from important business of studies. Very shortly, I come to realize that previously Padma aunty deliberately wore those revealing and short dresses to gradually seduce me and then started to wear baggy gowns and Salwar suits to play down and hide her attractive figure. She would now was even less visible and intrusive when Raman and I were studying together in her house. But she made sure, tea and snacks were served to us at right time by her old servant couple, who stayed at out outhouse of her large house. I was also neck deep in preparations to score well, as per parent's expectations.
Exams were still about a month away and I did realize that after that great initiation in to real hot sex, three week back, I could only jerk off twice. Many a times I would have an immediate great erection. But her eyes told me to wait for right time and opportunities. Once she noticed my erection for very long time; took me aside and sternly told me to wait till exams were over. Her purposeful control was amazing and sexual urges were perhaps periodic due to mature age. But I was deeply pained, tormented by her distance and my raging hormones. It was natural for me to treat her behavior as very cruel and insensitive. Nevertheless, heeding her sane advice most of times, I was able to control my sexual urges and get engrossed in studies. During such days and nights, my dick remained limp, lifeless piece of flesh and was used only for pissing. Although, during bathing, the necessary ritual of dick head and foreskin cleaning would result in rampant erections, leading to few moments of simple masturbatory pleasures without going all the way to satisfying ejaculations. Though, I was determined not to think about sex and devote all my energies and time to studies, but sudden relapses to sexual thoughts, leading to painful hard erections were common and too tormenting as well.
Padma aunty used to get herself massaged regularly by a sharp featured, dark skinned Maalishwali Bai (lady masseur) Anja with voluptuous boobs and swinging large butt. Her real name was Angela, but was known simply as Anja.
Medium built Anja, a divorcee was a well-known professional masseur of the town, who specialized in giving massages to ladies and used to ride a stylish bicycle. Once a week Anja would come in afternoon and Padma aunty would be closeted with her in the massage room at third floor, for about an hour. When Anja would finish her job and leave quietly, aunty would be sleeping for an hour or more. The door would be closed but not bolted from inside, when Anja left, as it would be impossible for a sleepy aunty, to get up and lock it.
We boys were firmly told to never venture on the third floor, whenever massaging session was on, or Padma aunty was with her close friends from collage days Laxmi and Veena. As far as I knew, they always visited when Pandey uncle was away on tour.
Anja was a daring lady and used to wear pants and shirt tucked in along with a large buckle belt. Her buttocks were melon shaped, which used to be masturbatory fantasy of most of the boys of my age. It was rumored that Anja was more than a masseur and many rich ladies sought her unique but socially forbidden, intimate services. Her charges were tripled for men, who wanted Anja to trim their hairs and massage bald heads in her saloon near railway station in those old days and placid times of late seventies.
Once during a humid afternoon, I was lost in memorizing a tricky formula, while walking down to Raman's house with my books, suddenly Anja startled me by ringing her sharp bicycle bell.
"Rohan Baccha Darr Gaya.." She laughed teasingly, stopped her famed bicycle and stylishly put her one high heeled foot down. At eighteen, I was deeply offended by Anja treating me like a small kid, though she was well over 30 years old.
"I am not afraid at all...nor a kid anymore?"
One foot resting on road, made her pants stretched over front and hips, making contours of her cunt and buttocks pronounced. She was quite well built dusky tribal women, whose ex-boxer-soldier brother George owned a taxi service and licensed hooch shop. A drunken George also relished beating people who messed up or hurt his younger sister. He had good friends in police and they tend to turn a blind eye, when George turned violent to beat some bad boys messing up girls, small time thieves and other trouble makers. So if someone didn't like going to Police, he would visit to a helpful George.
So, George was someone like the Don Corleone of a small central Indian town.
To us, young boys, a supposedly permissive Anja was rumored to have rowing eyes. She was believed to pick, use and discard young men regularly. Fearing her brother George, no one ever approached her openly, except few, who were deeply affected by her sensuality and consumed by their own passions. Whenever being foolish, they made Anja angry or felt cheated, a drunken George would arrive to thrash them, befitting their stupidities.
"Oh, I see....but I have watched you dancing naked, dangling your cute little "Nunni.."
Mischievously suggestive Anja smiled and winked. I could feel my dick raising fast and making a small tent in front of my pants, which was noticed, instantly as it was happening.
I was deeply conflicted and unable to respond, feeling further confused by suggestive approach of Anja, mentioning seeing me naked dangling my dick. Her smoldering sex appeal, close view of her cunt shape, round buttocks and pointed breasts bursting out of black bra under thin white shirt put me on fire. I could also see the round and raised yoke of the bicycle seat pushed under her cunt, parting her outer labia. In those days boys used to gossip and speculate how girls use bicycle seats to rub their cunts and enjoy riding bicycle, mostly for such forbidden but easy sensual pleasures.
