In Pleasure of the Tribes Part-2, I described how, Rupa, whose husband was killing her for not having a baby, while he himself slept with Rani, Rupa's younger sister, ended up falling in love with me. I gave her a child. Rani, who was my former sex-partner, had eloped with her boyfriend and was out of the story now. This part of the story starts when it was Rupa's 9th month of pregnancy. She was about to deliver and had too big a belly to come and meet me, or work at our place. So, as a temporary settlement with my granny, Rupa had sent Kunmun Bhabi to substitute as the maid while Rupa was away.
Their immense poverty forced these tribal women to work as domestic help at our places, even women like Kunmun Bhabi. Kunmun Bhabi was a fat, dark oily skinned cow of a woman, whose movements were sluggish and clumsy. When she first joined, I used to get irritated at her clumsiness, but got used to her ways in a while. Still I kept out of Kunmun Bhabi's way for a couple of weeks.
With Rupa absent, my days were boring now. I would study and study till I got bored, then I would go up to the terrace and masturbate. With each passing day, the lack of sex was making me more and more frustrated. My readers can well imagine how frustrated I had started to become that I was beginning to eye Kunmun Bhabi. I would keep staring at her giant ass when she was around and at her belly which showed through her sari.
One day while I was sitting on the terrace, I heard the gate of our compound open. So I got up to check who had come. It was Kunmun Bhabi. I would have gone back to sit but didn't because Kunmun Bhabi was acting weird. She was looking here and there checking if there was anyone around. What was she up to, I thought. Soon I found out. She walked to the side of our building. On the side of our building there was a five-foot gap between the boundary and the outer wall of our house. Kunmun Bhabi stopped there and sat down there to pee. She raised her sari and petticoat, thus baring her sexy ass. I couldn't see her pussy from where I was standing but the sight of the spray of clear liquid that she was giving out was turning me on.
When she was done, she shoved her pelvis forward to get rid of the last drops of pee, and got up. At this moment she suddenly looked up...and saw me standing on the terrace. I didn't move a muscle even though I was feeling frightened. Then Kunmun Bhabi got embarrassed and walked away, climbed the stairs up to our house. That was that for the day. I didn't see her again as I stayed at the terrace, reading a porn magazine that I had bought. I masturbated after that, thinking of Kunmun Bhabi's ass.
The next day, my grandparents had gone out to shop when Kunmun Bhabi came to work. Unlike the sari that she wore usually, today she was wearing a maxi. The maxi actually showed how huge her boobs were...somewhere around 46 D. I opened the door for her. Our eyes met for a sec after which she walked past me into the house. "No one home?" she asked me. I said, "Yes, luckily." Kunmun Bhabi didn't say anything and walked into the kitchen to do the dishes. I stood at the door of the kitchen watching Kunmun Bhabi working. Actually I was watching the movement of her boobs as she moved her hands washing the dishes. After a while I walked away, but made sure Kunmun Bhabi got a view of the erection in my pants. After my escapades with Rani and Rupa, I had definitely grown brave, as approaching Kunmun Bhabi was a really crazy move. I couldn't be sure as to how she would react. She was a 44 year old widow and women of that age are usually orthodox and things could go horribly wrong if she opened her mouth before my family, but how could I help doing what I was? I had got used to sex and I desperately needed it. So my approaches began to get more obvious.
I would conspicuously rub my body with her bums when she would be sweeping the floor. I would keep staring at her boobs when she talked to me. I would rub my crotch where she could watch. At last she couldn't take it and said: "Boy, you are growing up." This was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I went up close to her and said, "So you noticed at last. I am 19, quite a grown up. I would be of marriageable age in a couple of years. I have probably done more girls than you have done guys, Kunmun Bhabi." I chuckled. I felt silent because she was not saying anything in response to my words. Now I started to get nervous. What would happen next, I thought.
The next thing I know, Kunmun Bhabi was laughing like crazy. "Boys will always be boys," she said. I waited patiently for a while but she didn't say anything. Then I asked, "How do you mean that?"
Kunmun Bhabi: Well you boys think that you do a great deed by seducing a couple of girl. You forget that we women don't really have to try to seduce guys. They get seduced without even us trying.
I knew this was the response to my "I have probably done more girls than you have done guys, Kunmun Bhabi." I got intrigued.