Another fantasy involving an older woman. I blackmail her into having sex with me so some may consider this to be non-consent or forced. All participants are adults.
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Karthik and I grew up in the same colony in a small but busy suburb of Chennai. There were obvious differences in our religion, culture, upbringing and family background and outlook, but we never paid much attention to these when we were young. But my parents always considered Kathik's family as exotic or people from the hinterland, who came down from the mountainous regions many generations ago, but were still unrefined in their manners and habits. I was not allowed to partake of their food or participate in their festivals, stay overnight at their house and the like. But in spite of all these stupid, artificial social barriers, Karthik and I became close.
Karthik's parents, and especially his mother who I called Rani-aunty, took a liking to me. I spent a lot of time over at their house. Gradually I started noticing her and it was natural that she should star in my fantasies as I started masturbating. She was not sexy in the classic sense. She was dark and dusky and I sensed or imagined a quiet and latent sensuality in her. She had a naturally buxom body that bulged at the right places. The clothes she wore allowed me ample opportunities to ogle her flesh. I peeped at her underwear as they hung out to dry and imagined them on her body. I tried hard to see her panty line on her ass. I fantasized about sucking her nipples and grabbing and kneading her big, beautiful breasts, being crushed by her thighs as I licked her hairy pussy, rubbing my hard dick on the crack that ran between her asscheeks.
I envied Karthik's dad as I was sure he was fucking aunty at every opportunity he got. On a couple of occasions I had caught him surreptitiously placing his hand on aunty's ample ass and giving it a squeeze, and aunty playfully pushing him away. One day I saw him joking and laughing with the man at the local pharmacy as he bought a packet of condoms (He obviously did not see me then). I recalled the time I went to Karthik's house late one night to borrow a book we shared and saw aunty in her night dress. She was not expecting me and was surprised to see me at that hour of night. I could clearly sense her discomfort as the dress she was wearing made no attempt to hide the fact that she had nothing else underneath the sheer material of her nightie. I burned the images of her protruding nipples, the swell and bounce of her tits, The 'V' between her legs and the tightness and roundness of her ass ( I could see no panty line. She was obviously not wearing any underwear, perhaps getting ready to be fucked by uncle) as she walked away hurriedly. Man, I could not study that night. I jerked off numerous times to images of Rani-aunty.
Karthik, though not really the brightest student in our class, got into a highly prestigious college because of his family's supposedly underprivileged social status. I did not complain because I too got into the same college based on my scores and merit. But Karthik and I went our separate ways from the onset of our college days. I would say he fell in with the wrong crowd, but who was I to judge. But his notoriety made him popular and he had many friends of both sexes who were always around him.
I lost my virginity to a prostitute during the last days of my first year at college. I had resisted the temptation up until that time, but pressure from my peers got to me and I succumbed. It happened in a dimly lit, dinghy little room with a woman that I got to share with a couple of my friends as we had to pool in our money to pay for sex. My first didn't last more than a couple of minutes, but it was glorious. The feeling of having your cock inside a warm, moist female flesh was exhilarating. So much so that I went at it alone the next time. And many times after that. That was the only way to satisfy my lust. It was just physical. It was fast and furious and thinking about it now I am amazed at how I found that even satisfying. But I was young, and having my condom covered cock erupt and ejaculate in a woman's cunt, or better yet, in her mouth was at that time the pinnacle of sexual prowess.
At college I became a part of the finance committee responsible for organizing the annual inter college festival. But there was a minor incident of theft of a small sum of cash from our treasury. Long story short, the suspicion fell on a group of students whose de-facto leader was Karthik. And my suspicions were proved right when he approached me and asked me if I could make the matter go away.
"Hey Karthik, da, I wish I could. But I think the matter is out of my hands now," I said.
He said, "You can't do this for me? As a friend? What? We have known each other almost all our lives!"
"Yeah, but...," I hesitated. "There is nothing I can do, actually, da, sorry."
I lied. I could definitely make this go away. It was after all a small amount of money. But for some reason I was jealous of Karthik. His popularity, his notoriety, his girlfriends and the like. I wanted to see some harm come to him in some way, shape or form.
"You know, this will affect my grades in college and I will always be connected to this forever. So, anything you can do to resolve this will be great, da," He said once more.
"OK. I'll see what I can do," I said. But of course I did nothing.
That summer he tried another approach. He put some pressure on me through his mother. Rani-aunty came over to our house one day and tried to talk me into getting the matter of Karthik and the money resolved. She even tried to rope my mother into it.
"Hey, Ramesh. Karthik's future will be spoiled if you don't help clear his name. It's all in your hands," she finally said.
Her words played in my head all day, and at night my thoughts went back to Rani-aunty. She seemed to have changed in the year that I was in college. She had lost some weight and she looked a little fit as well. Her dark copper colored skin looked more clear and flawless than ever. She seemed more confident than before, in her actions and mannerisms. She was direct in talking to me, making eye contact throughout.
I became aroused thinking of Rani-aunty. I fisted my cock and imagined us having sex. Slowly a plan formed in my mind. It was dark and sinister at best. But in my lustful state, jerking off to images of Rani-aunty it all seemed to make sense and did not seem at all deceitful. I replayed my plan in my head innumerable times all next day and in the evening I went to see Rani-aunty.
She was happy to see me. "So, Ramesh. I hope you will help clear this matter regarding Karthik. I think someone else may have done it and planted...."
I did not let her finish. I said, "Aunty, you know how yesterday you said it was all in my hands?"
"Yes. Yes. Only you can help us now, Ramesh!"
"No, no Aunty. It is all in
your
hands now, " I said in a direct, firm voice, looking at her.
"My hands? How? I. I don't understand!" she asked in a confused state.
