CHAPTER SEVEN

He woke up little late next morning. He looked around and found her in the kitchen.

“What are you preparing?”

“Lunch for myself and breakfast cum-lunch for you. You slept for a long time. I think you’re fresher now. Would you like to take part in the marathon day?”

“Marathon day?”

“Yes, today we’ll talk and also wok further about the reading and writing.”

He just nodded and walked towards the bathroom to take shower. Until 9 PM they had meals, coffee and few cups of tea with cookies.

“I think now you know much about me.”

“Yes, you can say that. You’re writing short stories and short novellas, also, that your two books have been published. One short novel of forty-five thousands words, another a short story collection of nearly fifty thousands words. You did all with the help of your charming and cunning sister, Azra. She helped during all the time since you’re living here, alone.”

“Yes, now about our parents. My mother was from northern areas and my father from central Pakistan. He was visiting northern areas when he saw and fell in love with my mother. They married, soon with the help of their elders. My mother came to live in this city. When my father died I was just fifteen, and Azra a tiny little girl. First my mother raised us both then I raised my younger sister. One day when I was twenty-one and Azra was thirteen our mother died and left us, even we never wanted it. Still we had a large house built by our father in the old city area. I decided to sell it. I sold it and then started working as an English teacher for secondary classes. When Azra got married I felt much lonely even there were few marriage proposal but most of them as an arrange marriage style and most of men were greedy about our money in the bank, also this luxury flat. Soon I realized I no longer need the teaching job and started living as a naturalist. An idea came into my mind that why not searched work online. Then I started writing stories and novellas. I’ve a sufficient bank account in few million rupees. With the help of Azra I arrange things for me; from buying to utility billings. I sometimes visit luxury malls and buy clothing, perfumes and other stuff. So this is my life, dear little wiener. It was her offer to meet you and to spend some time with you before any decision of mating.”

“Now, what? What’s next to say or disclose?”

“Now, as I told you that my two books have been published but they just earned me ten thousands dollar means a million rupees in last three years. I spent more time and worked hard on them still they did not work to earn me money and also make me famous like a bestselling authors. I am still unknown and making just tiny amount of money.”

“So what should I do now? You know I am not a writer. I must be a worse writer if you give me something to write.”

“Oh no, kid. It’s not writing but something similar in the business. I know you’re a great admirer of classic literature, a good reader. Those who read not much often are good readers, because they only care good stories. I’ve written few dozens of good stories, still I think I need someone to read them and then find the weaker points. Bad characters from those stories!”

“So, I am here for such work?”

“No dear, you’re the blue-eyed boy of Azra. She really cares about you like a mom. Now, I also feel motherly feelings for you. You’re a naughty but loving and caring boy. Will you just give me a favor while you’re spending your weekend with me?”

“What favor I can have by it?”

“What you want, my boy? Except from my big vagina, we can share it later but just give me little time.”

“I need only this bigger soft cunt. Only your bigger bulging cameltoe! My balls are filled and now the lust is increasing.”

“So you just need the cunt and nothing? Don’t you wait until I also feel the lust for your little weapon?”

“At least allow me to touch it, eat it.”

“I can think about it but why not first read few stories?”

“Hmm fine! If I do a good work then you’ll sleep with me?”

“I slept with you last night.”

“No, not like that. I’ll be inside you while we’ll be inside the bed, much closely.”

“I cannot promise. Just give me a time to feel an urge for you.”

“Hmm, as you like. I’ll not persist for this bigger and most bulging cameltoe. Oh, how sweet it would be, the bigger fatty lips of this cunt! I cannot wait more.”

“That’s like a good boy! Now I’ll give you few stories. You’ve to read them and tell me what are the weaker points and the demerits of each story. Also, few other things you found boring, bad, or worse about the story. Everything you think about the story and its manners.”

“Fine, let me read the first one.”

She handed him five stories.

“Should I read them loud or?”

“No, just read them carefully by your heart.”

“By the heart?”

“Yes, with your brain also.”

He started reading the first story. She turned on her laptop to see more of her stories while he seemed absorbed in the story:

THE THICK-THIGH MAID

Asghar had recently returned from UK after five years. Now, he was an MD.

His aim in life was simple: to serve the poor, the wretched people of his region. He was the elder son of a big squire, Hashmat Mir. His father Hashmat was a strict and harsh squire, who had more than five hundred acres fertile land; had flourishing business of mango. They had mango farms, also dairy farms, which was another lucrative business for them. Hashmat had sent him for his ulterior motives, not for what, now his son was thinking. Asghar had aim in life to improve the village life of ordinary men but he never shared such thoughts with his father and now, when he told Hashmat what his future goals, it agitated his father a most.

Still loving his elder son, Hashmat never wanted to argue with the young, warm blood, as he said about the young men. With a sharp brain to bridle his posterity as he learnt it from his elders. Soon Hashmat gave him permission for trying his luck to open a clinic in his village first. Even Asghar had aims to widen it after the visible success of the first clinic.

Apart from his aims, he was a young man, who had reached to the age of twenty-five. His father knew that he must have desired for women. He tried as a family, or domestic politics to lure his son by young beauty of this village. He sent a beautiful girl of nearly seventeen to Asghar’s bed while he was studying his medical books.

‘Who’re you, young woman?’

‘Nobody calls a girl, a woman here. You think you’re an educated man?’

She seemed agitated by his polite manners.

‘Fine, young girl but what’s the problem? Tell me.’

‘You’re a doctor? You don’t know?’

‘I am a doctor, not a charlatan to tell upon such yarns. Just tell me or leave my room. How you enter into our manor then into my room?’

‘Just leave this debate that how I came here. I am feeling pain, here.’

She said and put her right hand on her vagina.

‘There, why? Are you married?’

‘No, but I am feeling pain here. You want to see it?’

‘No, I am not a lady doctor. Your face can tell me that you’re lying to me. I am not a quack you think I am. Now you better be off.’

He said and she quickly ran away. He later thought how could a girl enter into their manor while they had watchman, also a heavy gate?

It seemed that his father had failed in his first attempt to lure him, make him away from his goals. Also to shun his humanitarian feelings he developed during his medical studies, both in his country, and in abroad.

The next month he was feeling a much interesting thing happening around him. He realized it much soothing after that young girl’s intrusion. He usually woke up late, while he was on his bed, one of their older maid came into his room and cleaned the room. Last week he woke up while she was cleaning his room. He realized that she was staring at his pajamas while he was sprawled on the bed, half sleep and half conscious, in a dreamy state. Then after a few days he felt like someone was stroking between his thighs. He realized that it was she, who did it.

Today he was conscious, waiting for her arrival early in the morning, still acting like he had gone into deep sleep. She entered into his room and he just looked at her with one eye closed. He could see that she was an elderly, tall and much shapely plumper also a more tanned woman with bigger, protruding buttocks that were much closer to watch jolting while she was cleaning his room with a broom, not aware that he was watching her from behind. Her big projecting backside were in motion while she had stooped with knees on ground and stretched her legs, trying to collect few tiny papers from his writing table. He was absorbed with the close views of her bigger stretched backside. This closer view of her knelt bigger backside had erected his penis as well. She turned after her work and now she could see that he was sleeping on the bed while his penis was erected enough, seemed would stand like a tree inside his tight pajamas. She just looked at him, confirming his deep sleep and walked with short, silent steps. When she was feeling confirmed of his unconsciousness she came closer then lowered his pajamas. His penis jutted out and stood like a stick. She tried to overcome her laughed, looked at the door, and when found no one could see her, not even he, who was sleeping, she then looked at his penis more lovingly. She took it more delicately in her both hands. She was ogling his thick and stiff penis, shaved and cleaned, for which she admired him in her heart, stroked it with a delicate touch. She just felt the thick, large penis for a while, looking at the boring meat more curiously. Soon she felt she had to make haste, she tried to enwrap it in his pajamas still his penis seemed persisting to be wrapped up in his pajamas.

And then she was at once grabbed by him. She never thought about it. She made a low pitched sound. He quickly put his hand on her mouth.

‘Now, don’t react like a shy virgin. You also want this.’

He said and made her to lie on his bed. He then quickly took off his dress. He could see she was doing the same but slowly with a shy look on her face. Her face got reddened by the feeling thinking about the upcoming joy she could feel with him.

‘Now don’t be like a shy girl. I am noticing it for the last few days that you’re more interested in my prick. Just feel it deep inside you.’

He made her to lie on the bed while she had taken off her dress already. He could see she wanted it her own but she was somehow shy to ask it. He quickly parted her legs wide to see her bigger vulva.

‘Wow, how big your cunt is? I cannot wait to thrust into her.’

He quickly entered into her with a push.

‘Ah!! Ooh!’

She was moaning while he was making quick thrusts into her, holding her parted and lifted legs in his arms.

‘Oh! Slow!’

Her voice was going louder. She was now enjoying it much.

‘Oh! My!’

Her shouts were driving him crazy to thrust much deeper and deeper into her. within few minutes of his quicker thrusts she squirted with deep moans. He continued with his quick thrusts while her shouts and moans were like driving him crazy.

‘Oh! I am feeling dizzy now!’

She said looking at the ceiling. Soon he filled her, what she was not expecting.

‘Let me see this oozing cunt.’

He said when she tried to stood. She remained in the paused while her legs parted wide and the thick sperms were oozing from her vulva.

‘Now, let me go; otherwise…’

‘Just a moment, remain still, don’t move.’

He said and started stroking her clitoris.

‘Oh!! Just stop this.’

She said but he continued it until she squirted again.

‘Oh my!’

Her thirsty and deep voice was making him to feel her again but he knew now both of them were exhausted.

‘Just tell me your name. I think I’ve forgotten your name.’

‘Shahina, I think you’ll forget me soon.’

She said and walked towards the door after cleaning herself.

He obstructed her way.

‘No, I’ll not forget you ever. You’re something so special. Your enormous thick thighs and bigger ass with biggest cunt. How can a man like me forget this?’

“Dirty, filthy young man. Should I tell this to your mother?’

‘What will happen? You know they will accuse you for this. But I’ll never let anyone know about our lovemaking. The quickest, sensational fuck with you.’

He said looking at her with a smile on his face. She left his room looking at him with a shy smile.

The next day she was absent which made him worried about her. She was just a maid, and if someone had got any idea or had smelt the rat about their recent relationship it could only harm her. He waited for the next day. She came again with her usual style. He was acting again of his sleep while she was doing her usual cleaning. She was cleaning, getting the tiny fragments of dirt, papers from his reading table in her usual stooping way, her knees and feet on the ground while her thighs, the bigger backside was up for his view. He was watching again her knelt, stretched bigger backside, feeling like it was demanding his advance. He walked without making any sound and reached neared her. He then sat on the ground, and grabbed her from her lap.

‘Just leave me sir. You seem crazy for me.’

‘No, I am burning, feeling love for you.’

‘It’s not love sir, but lust.’

‘Just feel and realize my love.’

He said and lowered her trouser. Now he could see her haunches more closely. Her most bulging stretched, round, bigger buttocks and the closer view of her bigger fatty vulva from behind, the fatty lips of it with a long vertical split going down to her big belly. Her tanned big body was driving him crazy for her. He seems absorbed in the view of her bigger sticking out haunches, her thick thighs.

‘Oh my! They’re bigger than I saw them that day. Your cunt is bigger than my expectation. This biggest camel toe. I just want to eat this.’

He said in a more dreamy voice then started sucking her haunches passionately.

‘Just let me out of here.’

She was moaning feeling sensation running through her veins like surge of current just because of his passionate cunnilingus. She never had a lover like him who loved her in this way. He was now like deaf for her, sucking her big thighs, her genitals while she was again reddened with shyness upon his passion for her. She could not believe a man of such dignity, of such repute would fall for an older woman’s big thighs and her big vulva, would suck them like they were sweet big candies. Even she was just a maid among few others in their manor. The most older, tanned, not much cleaned one, in her views.

She let him do until he sucked her enough, and fell on the ground.

‘Oh, wow! I never tasted such a sweet, soft cunt before.’

She stood quickly and put on her trouser.

‘If you do it again I’ll leave this place.’

She walked towards the door quickly. He grabbed, lifted her and carried her towards his bed.

‘Don’t worry. Today I’ll not have the lovemaking but just listen, my dearest cunt.’

He paused while she was looking at his face.

‘I really felt tender feelings for you since that day. I was very upset when you didn’t come for the last two days. I inquired about you with all the care. Now tell me why you didn’t come for two days?’

‘I just told your mother that I was sick but I came in the afternoon for two days. Your room was cleaned by…’

‘Yes, another maid. I don’t know her name but she’s not that pretty, big enough to seduce me.’

‘I am much older than you, sir. Don’t you think it will only harm me? What can harm a man like you?’

‘Just tell me how old are you? Why you feel that it can harm only you? I am giving you an assurance that since I am here making love with my dear big love no one can harm you.’

‘I am forty-two years old. Have a daughter, who’s twenty-one and married. My husband had died few years ago. That’s the whole story. Now just let me go. Even you’ve tasted my big nasty cunt. I am a much used thing for you now.’

‘No, you’ve not made from soap. I can eat your big nasty cunt again and again but next time I’ll just ask you to remove your cunt’s hair completely for a much sweeter taste. What you say sweet big thing?’

‘You’re a filthy, naughty young man.’

She said and stood.

‘So, how long you want my body, my cunt for your prick, for your lust?’

‘Sweetheart, don’t consider me like I am a wolf. I really care about you.’

‘Without marriage it’s not care but like slavery. The sex slavery asking woman to fulfill the dirty lust of a man like you.’

He paused for a while looking at her, found her intelligent.

‘You’re so honest a wise woman. If you want marriage then I promise we’ll marry within few months. What you say now?’

‘How can this be happened? I am a poor elderly woman, a maid and you’re an educated young man, a squire’s son.’

‘Don’t worry about it. If you think I should marry you for eating your sweet soft things then I’ll do it. I’ll tell you in few days.’

‘If you’re making fun of me then?’

‘No, big woman. I’ll tell you the detail in few days. If you think I am telling you truth not trying to play with you allow me for lovemaking and also.’

‘Also few filthy fancies of yours.’

She said and then left his room quickly.

Within few weeks they eloped from the village. First he left his village, also his manor telling his parent that he wanted to open a clinic in a nearby village then she did as told by him. They came to a much bigger city nearly sixty kilometers away from their village and got married after few days of their arrival.

Asghar had started his practice of medicine from a private hospital of this city. Now they are living more peacefully, happily ever after.