Hey there, this is Prince, and this is my first story here. I’m originally from Chennai, but I was studying in Pune. By the second semester, my friends and I moved into a rental house near our college. This is where I met Shobha, our landlady.
She was in her late 30s while her husband was in his late fifties. They had moved from UP years ago. I don’t know her measurements. But her ample boobs, plump yummy and a juicy fat ass that jiggled every time she walked. But she always had a dull expression on her face.
Four of us moved into our house on the 1st floor while the landowners lived on the ground floor. She would come upstairs where the terrace also is to dry their clothes. We often get a nice view of her navel when she tiptoes to hang her clothes. But we never actually talked except while handing keys and rent.
One day at around 11 PM, it started raining. It was the weekend, and most of my friends had left for home due to vacation. My clothes were drying outside on the clothesline. I ran out to bring them in.
Then I noticed some of her and the landlord’s clothes. After getting mine, I rushed to get their clothes to their home. I ran down the stairs and rang their bell. Their lights were still on after a few seconds. She came out in a blue nightgown (we had only seen her in a saree before this).
But before I could ogle at her deep cleavage, I saw her eyes red and teary. She had been crying for a long time and just wiped it off. I went in without asking her and dropped the clothes. In a sudden surge of arrogant confidence, I looked her in the eyes, held her arms.
I said, “Whatever you are going through, you are not alone. I am here for you.” Both of us were shocked and speechless for a second. She shrugged away and asked me to leave.
She locked the door behind me as I left. I ran up and started regretting what I had said. I started to get nervous about what her reaction would be. It was so tense that I only got little sleep.
The next day, my roomie kept asking what was wrong, and I remained silent. He left for his hometown. I didn’t go because my parents had left for a relative, and I didn’t want to be there.
I came back home after dropping off my friend. I had the room to myself for the next week before I left. I had no plans except to masturbate and sleep. I bought home food, locked the doors, and had absolutely no reason to go out.
I wore one of my torn shorts. It had a vertical hole right where the zip would be, so my dick would fall out often. I wear it over underwear and under a long t-shirt only when I sleep. But now, it was convenient clothing exclusively for jerking off.
When I was getting comfortable with myself, I heard a knock. I was confused, thinking who could it be because we don’t get visitors. I wore a t-shirt and ran to the door. To my surprise, I opened the door to Shoba in a silky green polyester saree carrying a large cup of kheer.
I was confused as she never indulged us. With a smile, she entered and handed me the cup. Then she said, “I’m sorry I chased you out yesterday. If he (landlord) saw you there, I would be in even more trouble. But I’m thankful for what you said yesterday. It meant a lot.”
I replied, “I meant everything I said.” The way she blushed was so cute, then I asked, “If you don’t mind me asking would you want to talk about it, I may not be of help, but sharing will ease some.” She smiled and, after a thought, was ready to try.
I made her sit on our sofa. I sat on a chair facing her, and then she narrated her whole story.
She was from a middle-class family. However, she was determined to study hard and escape this situation. She had done her master’s in English and wanted to be a teacher, but her husband then was a relative.
He found her attractive. He used his money to force her parents into marrying. He had also promised that he would allow her to work after marriage. She was married at 23, but her husband had lied about everything.
He worked at the bank and had to move a lot. So he forced her to move with him. As he took his parents everywhere, he made her stay at home and tend to them. She had an ovarian disorder. This caused her infertility. After a few years of marriage, her in-laws ostracised her for being barren and left for their village.
Her husband blamed her for everything. He started seeing comfort in another woman. This was encouraged by his parents. Years later, he moved in with her and would visit her a few days a week for society’s sake. She started tearing up intensely.
I brought her water and sat next to her, and put my arm around her to hold her. She started crying even more now. She leaned on me and started crying out, “Everybody left me. I feel so old and lonely even my husband doesn’t want me. I’m becoming ugly.”
I replied, “That’s not true. I’m sorry to say this. Your husband is a jerk. No one would even think you are unattractive and you are not alone. I’m here.”
She looked up at me. Something came over me. I hugged her from the side. She held onto me and sobbed. I wiped her tears. I could feel her boobs on my arms, and my semi-erect dick started to rise. I was getting nervous and horny. At the same time, my dick got hard. It would pop out of the shorts and lift my t-shirt.
She stopped hugging and seductively looked at me. Till the day I die, I will never forget that face she made that makes me horny every single time. I wiped her tears again and put my palm on her cheeks. Her red bindi alone was enough to seduce me. I held her face by the palm.
I got rock hard, and my dick was out of my shorts and formed a tent. She noticed it, and without a second thought, she pounced on me. We started kissing, and she almost fell on me. I was stunned but didn’t want to back down either. I started to push through and intensely kissed her.
She gave a sound and moved away. She looked at me intently and rushed back to kiss me. We kissed so passionately, pushed my tongue in her mouth, sucked her tongue, and bit her lip. Her hands were caressing my back under my t-shirt.
She stopped hugging and seductively looked at me. Till the day I die, I will never forget that face she made that makes me horny every single time. I wiped her tears again and put my palm on her cheeks. Her red bindi alone was enough to seduce me.
I held her face by the palm. I got rock hard, and my dick was out of my shorts and formed a tent. She noticed it, and without a second thought, she pounced on me. We started kissing, and she almost fell on me. I was stunned but didn’t want to back down either.
I started to push through and intensely kissed her. She gave a sound and moved away. She looked at me intently and rushed back to kiss me. We kissed so passionately, pushed my tongue in her mouth, sucked her tongue, and bit her lip. Her hands were caressing my back under my t-shirt.
Before I could do anything more, she stood up and slowly got away from kissing. I stood up along with her. She looked confused and said she wasn’t sure about this. I replied, “It’s okay, Shobha Bhabhi. I don’t want you to rush into anything you are not comfortable with.” She then looked at me and just pounced on me.
She made me sit on the sofa, lifted her saree to the knee, and sat on my lap in a face-off position. I grabbed her back on her blouse, pulled her close, and started to kiss her and suck her tongue. I kept on rubbing her back and increased the intensity of the kiss.
I slid my hand into her blouse. She moved her head back. I went on to suck her neck, shoulders, and ears. She started to give slight moans. I moved down as neck to the chest. I threw the pallu away in a rush. Her milky boobs were barely contained in her green blouse.
I went on to suck on them and gave them a deep bite. She was not expecting that and moaned. She quickly tried to let her boobies out of her blouse. I instead pushed her hands away and unhooked them. I then removed it, and god knows where she threw it.
She was wearing a skin-colored bra. She unhooked it and threw it away. Now there they were, huge milkers, so firm and bouncy. I wasted no time directly grabbing and sucking the other dark brown nipple. At first, I was gentle, but soon I got rough.
I sucked them hard as if I was hungry and thirsty for days. How could I not? There she was, semi-nude sitting on me with her huge jugs out. She now got excited, the moans increased. She started moving her hips, very gently grinding on me.
My dick was already out of the hole in shorts and just under my T-shirt. I got a hold of her butt and started to move them front and back to grind even harder. But that was not enough. I put my hand on her tummy. I pushed down under her saree to reach her pussy, digging under her tight underwear.
Finally, I reached it. I could feel her hairy oozing wet pussy. I ran my fingers up and down slowly. Shoba got even more turned on. She put her hands in her hair and moaned. That was it for me. I began pulling her up, grabbing the pussy. She was now restless.
With my other hand, I choked her and pushed her to the wall. She slammed against the wall with a thud. Now I made her hold her saree up and got down on my knees facing her black panty. The center portion was soaking wet while hair crept out from the sides. I started kissing her tummy and made eye contact with her through her cleavage.
While looking into her eyes, I put my hands on the side of her thighs, holding her panty. I bit onto the front portion of her panty. While directly looking at her eyes, I pulled down the panty with my teeth, revealing a pink, wet, hot dripping pussy.
I wasted no time diving into gently kissing in and around her juicy love hole. Slowly I progressed to licking it. I can’t describe the taste, but it was making her wild. Moments later, I started sucking it hard. She held my head and pushed it in hard.
I knew she was about to cum. I began to finger her at the same time as licking her. She was now moaning loudly and moving her hip front and back. I stuck my tongue deep inside her, with one huge scoop inside her pussy she exploded. Her pussy was oozing juices. She became breathless.
I got up but didn’t stop fingering her. Her legs were shivering, and she just collapsed on me. I held her tight, made her hold me, and carried her to the sofa and laid her flat. She lay there trying to catch her breath. That was a sight I would never forget.
I laid on her, my face right between her boobies. She was caressing my hair. Now she could feel my dick between her knees. She sat up. I was now kneeling with my T-shirt tent directly pointing at her face, but far away. I went closer to her. My dick was as hard as it could get veiled under my T-shirt.
Shoba gently unveiled my dick, lifting my T-shirt and revealing my nerved-up curvy dick popping out of the hole in my shorts. Her eyes widened as she saw pre cum dripping down and my swollen hairy balls.
She looked at me and back at my dick and went in for a long sniff. I was restless as I put my hand on her head. She started moving toward my dick on her own.
Thank you for reading so far guys, I only have time for so much now. I’ll continue right where I left in the next part of my encounter with my horny house owner, Shobha.
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