Rustic Nights in Hohapur

2 years have passed by since the last chapter and pall of gloom has descended the Singh family in the meantime.

Picking up the narrative has been difficult with so much going on but I will try.

SHARMILA DEVI

What a brilliant time God had gifted us these last few months. Sounds of laughter and baby cries kept echoing through the happy corridors of the family villa...

Yes. A baby! My sister-in-law Sangeeta was impregnated by Arjun, her own son and much to everyone's delight; early this year she had delivered a healthy son... a fruit of incestuous passion laid with so much love...

Both the parents and I showered the baby boy with so much affection and he kept all of us on our toes throughout the time he was with us. Yeah... he was... my heart stops when I remember the terrible moments of that fateful night...

Sangeeta, Arjun's mother had insisted since childbirth on traveling to her family village in Uttarakhand and get the baby blessed from her ancestral village temple deity. Her younger sister Sanjukta and her husband gladly agreed to accompany the happy mother and baby.

Arjun had so wanted to accompany his mother and his son on the trip but Sangeeta stopped him at the last moment due to a lot of work in village that demanded his attention.

"Son... it is crop selling time and the busiest time of the year when you are required here... I will take this trip with our baby. Don't fret... I have my sister to take care of us. You please stay back. Also, Sangeeta has been lonely for a long time. Give her some much-needed love now that the baby and I are out of the way for a few days " She winked at me.

We were just retiring for the night after a long round of steamy raw fun when Arjun got a call from Uttarakhand police about a gruesome incident.

There was a cloudburst that evening and the road had been washed away and wreckage of a few trapped vehicles was found 200 ft down the slope. From one of the registered vehicle number, local police contacted us.

There was only one survivor, police informed; my sister-in-law's younger sister Sanjukta who was luckily thrown out of the car on to the road just as it rolled down the slope and caught fire. Remaining bodied were all just a charred mess mingled with blackened metal.

She had been air dropped in Delhi AIIMS hospital along with a few other survivors of that ghastly incident and was being treated for the injuries she had suffered. As bad luck would have it, she had also suffered post trauma memory loss due to a severe hit on her head as she landed on the road side. As Sanjukta had no one left in this world to take care of her, Arjun decided to bring her to our home a month after the cremation services were done.

When I saw her for the first time, she was tiny bundle of half torn clothes and shrivelled skin and hair due to her tough time in the mental health hospital. She had fear in her sad eyes and kept mumbling to herself repeatedly saying she's cursed and needs to die.

We immediately understood that in spite of all that happened, she needed a lot of tender actions to bring her back to normalcy.

Sanjukta was admitted to the local hospital to cure here of any remaining physical injuries while also a psychiatrist was appointed to try and remove any psychological damages the accident could have caused.

I went to the hospital daily and cared for her like my own sister. After all Sangeeta was more than a sister so its natural emotion for me.

Although I admit, my personal emotions were split between worrying for Arjun and caring for Sanjukta.

My lover had just lost his infant son along with his loving mother cum wife... how is he taking the loss? Although he didn't show much emotion, I knew an incident of such magnitude can really break anyone and I couldn't do much more to help mend his broken heart being nothing more than a sex crazed cum rag for him, although he never treated me that way, good natured boy that he is.

Does he blame me for this bad luck? Other than Sangeeta, the rest of the family always deemed me cursed as I was not able to birth a child and my husband died. Does Arjun also have same thoughts regarding our current misfortune?

Also, this pent-up frustration was building within both of us mixed with a deep longing for physical intimacy. For days, I could hear Arjun fap through the night angrily but he kept his distance from me. I would rub my nipples hard until milk would ooze out of my boobs and I would take them in my mouth while I cum from the naughty thoughts. I always kept my tits full of milk by inducing them for my lover. This has been going for years.

I need to attract his eyes on me again!

ARJUN

One morning Sharmila aunty and I had gotten talking and I immediately sensed her loneliness. She was dressed in a simple saree and a white blouse that hardly covered even half of her humongous tits. As I was informing her about my plan for the day, she absentmindedly started to circle her finger around her left nipple and my jaw had dropped. She was so used to being home alone she simply hadn't realized. She unbuttoned her blouse citing it was too hot in the room. I had been mesmerized by the creamy, white tit flesh underneath, broken only by the dark pink, thick, prominent nipple. I snapped out of it as quick as he could, knowing that it wasn't 'proper' to be caught staring at her tit.

My cock was steel under my pants and blood red mist covered my eyes. She demurely went back to her room after serving me food.

I couldn't eat even one morsel. I walked through her door with a hungry look, kicking the door closed behind me, while a dirty, sexy grin spread across Sharmila's face. Part of Sharmila had always known she'd married her dead ex-husband not out of love, but for the security she'd known his family could provide. The day she had met Arjun though, she'd found lust, and possibly love.

Arjun leaned down and mashed his mouth against Sharmila's, while he reached down and inside her saree to grab both luscious butt cheeks with his hands. He gripped them hard, mauling them in his hands, and slipping his fingertips up to rub against her pussy-lips through her G-string.

Their tongues danced wildly, first in her mouth, then in his, sliding around the other. They darted back and forth out of each other's mouths, tickling the roof of each other's mouth.

Their hands were busy groping one another. His hands roamed all over her silky body, and up the small of her back, marveling again at how a butt as big as hers could balloon out from her tiny little waist. He caressed her hips, running his hands down to the top of her smooth knee, then back up to her big luscious butt again.

As Sharmila felt him hold her hips again, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and humping up and down against him, grinding her mound against his stomach. She could feel the tent in his trousers, and rested her pussy lips on it, grinding against it through her G-string and his pants.

Her massive tits pressed tightly between their bodies, and overflowed her half open blouse. Her nipples felt rock hard, and she put a hand over one, rubbing it in to her palm, before squeezing and twisting it between her thumb and forefinger.

He broke their kiss to say, "YOU SEXY LITTLE FUCKING BITCH, I'M GOING TO POUND YOU INTO NEXT WEEK WITH MY BIG FUCKING COCK!"

"OH THAT'S IT ARJUN MY BABY, YOU CAN POUND MY PUSSY ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT! I'M GOING TO RIDE YOU UNTIL YOUR COCK DIES OF EXHAUSTION!"

She ripped his shirt from his chest, the buttons flying all over. His hands worked her cheeks, kneading and groping them, while he slipped his fingertips deeper into the crack of her butt, playing with the thin strip of her lacy inner material. He let one hand trail up her back, until it reached the blouse, and swiftly tore it, letting the demi-goddesses' tits bounce in front of his face, as she unthreaded her arms from it and the saree, letting both fall to the floor. Her breasts with their enormous, thick, leaking nipples were bared for his pleasure. He stuck his head into her cleavage, lifting her up with his firm grip on her backside. She pushed her breasts together around his head, feeling her full tits in her hands, overflowing through her fingers slightly. She could feel the pressure building, and knew she had to release some milk very soon.

"ARJUN BABY, DON'T YOU WANT TO SUCK ON MY BIG TITTIES HMMM? I NEED TO FEED YOU OR YOU'LL WASTE AWAY. THAT BIG, THICK, THUMPING DICK OF YOURS NEEDS ITS VITAMINS."

She pushed his head back from her cleavage and he carried her over to the couch, laying her down on her back. He quickly unsnapped his pants and reefed them down his legs, freeing his erection to bob up, tenting out his boxers, before he pulled them down too. He removed the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked with his towering fuck-stick bobbing before him and a hungry, frantic expression on his face. She looked up at him with a sultry look on her face, only wearing her G-string. He crawled between her splayed legs, laying down with his cock at the entrance to her slit. She pushed her right breast up toward him and he immediately took it between his lips and started sucking on it. She gushed into his mouth and he sucked down the sweet fluid.

He slid forward until his knob nudged her wet labia through her G-string. He quickly reached down and moved her panties aside and then pushed forward, slowly parting the lips enough to slip inside, eliciting a gasp from her. He puckered his lips around her nipple and sucked as hard as he could while slowly driving his dick into her love-canal. He felt the walls of her quim contract, trying to pump his member as she approached orgasm. The slow approach was best to start with during milking; it never failed to bring her off quickly. She came with a scream, her pussy fluttered its walls along his cock and he felt her squirt all over his shaft, slickening its length and even shooting out through the seal her smooth lips made with the base of his shaft.

The flow of milk slowly died down, and he switched to her other teat, sucking it into his mouth completely and starting to pump his pole in and out of her quim. She was still in orgasmic bliss, but he could tell when she reached a new high, as she squirted again. She was so squelchy inside that the noise of his pumping was incredibly loud. He was forcing her juices out every time he pumped back inside.

She wrapped her legs around his back opening her flower even wider for him and then dug her heels into his arse, forcing him in as deep as he could go. He could feel her cervix fold against his knob, and he rubbed his head against it, forcing the head to tilt upwards, feeling great for both of them.

He blasted his first load right then, spraying it against the head of her cervix only to have it gush back out over the couch underneath her arse. His cock kicked with spasm after spasm, emptying his heavy balls, shooting all the spunk he had up against the walls of her muff.

Once he subsided, he picked her up off the couch and carried her over to the wall by the stairs. He pressed her up against the wall and pounded into her. He was still sucking hard on her nipple, though the flow was slowing. Her orgasm was finally subsiding, and she started trying to bounce up and down, but couldn't find enough grip, so she wailed, "OH FUCK ARJUN! BED! NOW!"

He carried her to the bed, still impaled on his steely pole. When he reached the bed, he laid down with her on top of him. She wasted no time in starting to ride that fuck-stick for all she was worth. She started bouncing up and down, every now and then stopping with him fully impaled and just grinding around on him, stirring her pot, rubbing her G-spot against his shaft.

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!"

He looked at her big bouncing fun-bags. He'd always been a tit-man, and hers were tremendous. He craned his neck to feel them smacking him in the face and rubbing against his cheeks. She smiled down at him and lowered them down onto his face. He started licking them all over, collecting traces of milk that had escaped. Licking around the areolas he nipped at her teats, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He rubbed his face all over her fuck-udders, poking her nipples against his closed eyelids. He grabbed them in his hands and caressed them, looking at how much tit-meat was left over even after his large handfuls.

He felt her convulse again, knowing she was having another orgasm, and that he was quickly reaching his own. "I WANT TO BLOW MY SEED ON YOUR BIG, FAT TITTIES AUNTY! I'M GONNA SHOOT IT ALL OVER THOSE FUCK-UDDERS!"

She quickly hopped off and lay on her back while Arjun climbed up to his knees and gripped his shaft tightly in his fist. He pumped it two times before he started erupting. The first shot missed and hit her neck and chin, and she scraped it up to put in her mouth. The next one sprayed across both tits, connecting them with a strand of spunk. He concentrated on her left knocker, completely coating it as he aimed and sprayed. The next shot went into her cleavage, coating the beautiful canyon with his seed. The next coated her right orb, just as the left had been coated. Finally, he straddled her chest and laid his cock in her sweet canyon of cleavage. She pushed her tits together and he helped, creating a tight tunnel for him to slide his cock through. He rocked his hips back and forth, enjoying the tight, slippery ride. His jism was leaking out the top of her cleavage, slowly heading for her neck, giving her the sexiest pearl necklace he'd ever seen.

Finally spent, he lay down beside her, with his initial horniness and frustration excised, he felt great, but perhaps a little tired. He relaxed on the bed.

He may have dozed, but he was wide awake as soon as he felt Sharmila's hand on his cock. She was gently caressing it, trying to bring it back to life. He looked at her smoking hot body, huge tits, meaty hips, skinny waist, big, cocksuckers lips. His body started pumping blood into his cock and it slowly rose in time with his heartbeat until it was pointing straight up, before falling over to hover above his stomach.

She smiled at him, "READY TO GO AGAIN?"

"FUCK YEAH." He rolled over, throwing one leg over hers, before fondling her big right tit which she had done a great job of cleaning with her hands and tongue. He licked at her nipple, getting it erect as well. His cock was now satisfactorily hard and he said, "I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU LIKE THE BITCH IN HEAT THAT YOU ARE."

Then he rolled her onto her stomach and got on his knees behind her, pulling her up by the hips until she was on all fours.

She was still wearing her G-string panties, so he parted her cheeks with his hand and stuck his face into her arse crack, biting her panties with his teeth, he pulled them down over her hips and off over her heels. He positioned himself on his knees behind her and with his left hand grabbed Sharmila's dainty neck, wasting no time in slipping his erection back inside her love-canal. He quickly built-up speed, pounding his long, thick fuck-pole into the depths of her silky, sucking pussy while half choking her. His balls flapped below his cock, knocking into her clit, sending little jolts of pleasure through her. Her perfect arse cheeks were bouncing into his abdomen and rippling with each hit. He had a firm grasp on her hips as he pulled her back onto his rod. Her nipples were grazing the sheets, which were soaked with her milk, the pleasure causing her to refill quickly. Arjun leaned forward and moved his hands to her fun-bags, squeezing them hard, forcing more milk out. She was in such an orgasmic daze that she barely even responded.

She'd never been fucked this hard since a long time. She couldn't imagine anyone else in Arjun's place. She grunted as Arjun gave a particularly strong thrust and she pushed back to meet him. All rational thought left as Arjun pushed his thumb against her puckered little rosebud of an anus. He'd lubed up with her milk then slowly pushed it inside. She screamed as she came again. She'd lost count after 5, their time apart had done wonders for her sex drive it seemed. She wanted to fuck Arjun to exhaustion.

Her enormous tits rippled back and forth in rhythm with Arjun's pounding.

Arjun stepped up his assault, using longer strokes and nearly withdrawing completely on the back-stroke.

Arjun's assault upon her, coupled with the excitement, combined to stir her body to new heights of pleasure, and she told Arjun,

"THAT'S IT BIG BOY, SLIDE THAT PUSSY-PLEASER INTO MY HOT LITTLE BOX. OH, I'VE NEVER HAD A DICK THIS BIG ARJUN. YOU'RE SO MUCH BIGGER THAN MY DEAD HUSBAND, AND YOU CAN KEEP GOING FOREVER."

He was a pathetic excuse for a man in the area it mattered most. Now that the poor sod is dead, right now all she cared about was the feeling of Arjun filling her quim with his enormous erection.

Arjun started to cum again, his third time since he walked through the door. He fired a couple of spurts into her love box and she quickly crawled forward, taking a shot to her back before she spun around and grabbed Arjun's dick. She aimed it toward her mouth. She started pumping Arjun's cock, firing more shots into her throat.

Sharmila kept sucking his cock as the spurts died down after a minute or so. He could feel that there was no way he was going soft right now. Her tongue worked the underside of his prick, lavishing it with saliva. He gripped her head and pumped his hips, fucking her face with forceful thrusts. Her lips were silky on his member, sliding up and down, caressing his cock.

He wanted to fuck her harder though, but didn't want to cause her pain by fucking her face with abandon, so he pulled her mouth off his cock and pushed her down flat on the bed, face down.

She knew what was coming, Arjun really liked to pound her sometimes when he got really aroused, and she knew he had good reason to be right now. Her tits were pressed into the bed, like flat pancakes that spread out to the side. She could feel them leaking even now, wetting the bed beneath her, though the bed was already soaked in their various bodily fluids, mostly milk, jizz and her own juices.

Arjun pushed Sharmila's legs apart and pressed the head of his cock up against her wet labia. She was really horny, and he'd cum up her snatch earlier, leaving her as wet as ever. He pushed forward until the head slipped easily inside and her lips sucked tightly closed around his shaft,

"OH FUCK MOMMY, YOUR BOX IS SO TIGHT ON MY COCK." In the confines of their room, they mostly play acted as mom-son.

"That's because your cock is so fucking huge baby. Now pound me with your fuck-stick, hard!" Arjun began to do just that. He started out with slow strokes, bottoming out in her pussy, pressing his knob up against her cervix, curving his knob upwards. He grabbed two big handfuls of her big, meaty arse, and used them as leverage to start really pounding into her quim. He looked down and watched as his cock sawed in and out of her, pulling the lips inside on the in-stroke, and blossoming them outwards on the out-stroke.

Arjun's balls had always refilled quickly, and this was no exception. The amount of jism he sprayed over her back was better than most men's first orgasms for a session, but it was nothing unusual for him.

TWO HOURS LATER...

Sharmila was bent over the arm of the couch in her living room, with her butt stuck up at an angle that let Arjun's massive meat slide easily in and out of her quivering pussy.

He gripped her hips and really threw his hips into the pounding. He was cumming in seconds, and he allowed Sharmila to turn around and take his load on her chest, glazing both of her huge melons.

Once she finished scraping his cum out of her tits into her mouth, Sharmila came back and sat on the couch, while Arjun laid his head in her lap to nurse at her milky udders. It never failed to get their motors running, and while he sucked, Sharmila had one hand between her legs, and the other wrapped around Arjun's shaft, slowly pumping it.