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   Government employment offers job security but transfers are inevitable.
So here I am at 25, male suddenly shifted to small rural town in South
India and there is nothing you can do about it.  The office environment was
fine but a place to stay was hard to find.  I was desperate after a
fruitless search for one week until finally an offer came from a middle
aged couple staying deeper in the rural area.  I took the afternoon off,
rode a bus over dusty and bumpy roads for half an hour and then had to take
a walk through a footpath.  Finally I was there beside an old fashioned
house with tiled roof and open veranda running around it.  There was not a
soul to be seen and it was absolutely quiet except those sounds from the
trees and birds around.  After a few minutes, I coughed aloud and tapped
the wooden pillars supporting the roof and waited.  I heard a creaking
sound and a door slowly opened and a woman appeared partially hidden by the
door.  She looked at me but kept silent.  Finally I said `I am told to come
here for accommodation'.  She did not say anything but silently led me to a
small room at the back of the house.  The room was bare except for a narrow
cot and a thin bed spread over with a pillow and a sheet, a small table,
chair and an open shelf - all in wood.  "What about the bath room and
toilet?" "There is a bath room on the side of the kitchen away from the
house but there is no toilet!" She said.  I thought I did not hear
properly. "What!  No toilet?" I asked incredulously.  "He does not like it.
There is plenty of ground around with trees and you can - - - -".Her voice
trailed off.  I stood there seething and upset.  It was already getting
late for me to go back to the town and get a room for the night.  "I knew
you would not like it here." I heard her say wistfully.  It was then I took
a good look at her.  She stood there with a small stoop as if ashamed of
herself with eyes down and body still.  Her color was light brown and skin
smooth and her features fine.  I sensed that she was intelligent and very
sensitive but there was an air of deep sadness around her.  Before I could
say anything she disappeared.  Alone, I decided to manage one night there
and leave early morning to look for a better accommodation and began to
unpack my things.  That finished, I took a walk around and strayed to the
kitchen side.  The ground was quite large studded with trees and plants. 
As I looked I saw a thatched roof a bit away and began to walk towards it.
"That is the bath room".  I heard her say from behind.  She followed me to
the bath room and I found it a small structure with cement floor and a
large copper vessel at one corner over a crude stove for heating water.  A
thin overlapping wall was around it with neither a door nor a roof.  I
looked back at her.  "I put a towel over the wall when I am inside so that
it is visible from a distance".  So that is how she protects her privacy.
She walked further into the woods and soon we were surrounded by trees. 
Then she turned into a cluster and hidden by them there was small clearing.
I saw a concrete slab with a bowl in the center cast into it, placed over a
pit.  The gap was sealed with cement crudely to prevent gases escaping.  So
this was the toilet!  What a set up!  How can I live in this stone-age
situation?  My anger was rising against her husband.  We slowly walked back
and entered the house through a side door near the kitchen and she gestured
me to sit on a bench there.  "I will make coffee for you".  She quickly
made it and brought it for me and stood there leaning against the wall
watching me silently.  Something made me look up and I startled to see on
her face a silent but desperate plea.  "Is there any TV here"?  "No" she
said "Any radio?" "No, there is no electricity here".  She added.  "I will
place a candle stand and a match in your room.  It is getting dark.  Let me
place the candles in the rooms".  She walked off and began to lit up the
candles I stood up and slowly walked back to my room.  I was lost in
thoughts.  Actually I liked the house and the serene surroundings with its
clean fresh air.  But they could not make up for the lack of basic
amenities.  Then there was she with her hauntingly sad presence.  In her
terrible loneliness my arrival was like a ray of hope for her, I thought.
By 9pm her husband arrived.  A heavy set man with coarse features, square
jaw and thick limbs and I could see he is difficult one to communicate
with. He brought into the atmosphere an air of uneasiness and intimidation.
She hurried to him with a glass of water and he rinsed his mouth and spat
it out.  It was real crude.  I stood there silent waiting for him to make
the first move.  He looked up at me after taking his seat on his easy chair
"you are the one.  You have seen the room?  Here we lead a simple life. 
You can stay here if you accept it" I was not afraid of him.  So I told him
everything was fine except the toilet.  "I don't use it.  I made it for
her".  He said it as if announcing a grand and generous gesture for his
wife!  "But it is not covered" I replied but he did not respond.  Then he
said "You know we are connected.  Your dad and my family have a link.  So I
am your uncle and call me so and you can call my wife auntie, Ok?  There
was nothing more to be said and I retired to my room.  I was disturbed by
the situation there and the plight of the woman.  I also did not like the
way he talked to me.  All these hardened my resolve to try it out for a few
days there and see how it goes.  It took me about a week to really get a
full picture of the situation there.  Uncle is the master and she is a
faceless completely dehumanized entity solely for the purpose of serving
him.  She gets up by 5am and draws water from the well and fills the bucket
which she carries to the bathroom to pour into the copper vessel and starts
the fire beneath to heat it for him to take bath.  Then she fills all the
vessels in the kitchen and starts her cooking.  It is back breaking as the
well is quite deep and she has to draw water many times and walk many trips
to and fro between the kitchen and bathroom and the well.  He comes out by
6.30am and with a mug of water disappears into the woods to do his thing,
comes back to the well and brushes his teeth, takes his morning coffee,
walks around the house a few times.  Sometimes he gives her some
instructions which she receives as God's commands.  He then takes bath and
eats his breakfast and goes out by 7.30am and usually returns by 9pm.  I
leave by 8.30am and can return by 6pm leaving me and my aunt alone for
quite some time morning and evening.  There was an empathy developing
between us but it was very difficult to talk to her as she is very silent
and keeps herself busy with her chores all the time.  She wore her clothes
loosely around her to hide her feminine shape but from the brief glimpses,
I could see she has a good figure.  My own upbringing and background
protected me from any carnal desires triggering inside.  But I was consumed
by a longing for helping her to improve her self worth and confidence as
well as ease her burden of physical work.  I was particularly upset and
ashamed that she was carrying water for me too to take bath and wash my
clothes including under garments.  So I made my first move after a week. 
Early morning when I heard their bed room creak open, I got up and quickly
walked out to the well and began to draw water.  She was taken aback with
surprise but did not know how to deal with it.  "Auntie, please bring the
kitchen vessels.  I will draw water from the well as well as fill the bath
room." She hurried off to do what I said and that is the way it started.  I
took over the water filling job from her completely and what a relief it
was to her.  There was a silent connection growing between us and it came
out in the open soon.  I could see her relaxing and brightening as soon as
he leaves and wastes no time in offering me my breakfast.  I began to take
it in the kitchen along with her with some small talk in between.  Then one
day while I was having my breakfast with her beside in the kitchen, I
looked up and saw her eyes filled with tears.  "Auntie, what is it"?  "No,
it is nothing" "Then why are you crying"?  "I was not crying.  They were
tears of joy"!  I waited.  Then after a few moments of silence she said "it
is a very long time since anyone was nice to me.  I was in this dark pit of
loneliness and neglect.  Then you came and I am now beginning to feel like
a human being again"!  At these words, a lump rose in my throat.  I
stretched out my hand and touched her in a gesture of affectionate support.
As the days passed the bond grew and we talked and joked and laughed.  She
did not talk much about her husband but told me about her childhood, her
education and the friends she had.  It turned out she was a graduate in
English and could read and write the language.  The plight of such an
accomplished and refined woman hurt me and my anger grew at her husband in
condemning her to this wretched existence.  I began to bring her
newspapers, magazines, books and other publications and she avidly read all
of them.  Once again the world was opening for her filling her life with
interest and excitement.  We would talk about various subjects she read
about especially the growing independence of women and their increasing
importance in society.  Most of our time together was in the kitchen.  It
is very small and as she moved around our bodies touched, brushed or rubbed
together.  But I never allowed any sexual thrill in these times.  Not that
she was unattractive but I mentally blocked any such temptations as
expected in our tradition and culture.  Because of that I felt free with
her and was always ready to help in her chores or make her laugh with some
jokes without bothering about the frequent body contacts while in the
kitchen.  She also relished these moments and made use of me to make long
pending rearrangements in the kitchen shelves, attic and other places of
storage.  A few times when she stepped back she would fall against me and I
would hold her in support.  On regaining her balance she would move away
with a short laugh or even a giggle.  Those were indeed happy days.  They
were working on her too as a mental tonic.  Her stoop has all but
disappeared.  While he was there she played the same role but there was a
hint of increasing poise in her.  One day she even told me he was a fool
but did not elaborate.  And then it happened!  It was a Friday and because
of some local festival, offices were closed at 1pm and I was back in the
house by 3pm.  Her eyes lit up at my early arrival.  "You are back early".
She exclaimed.  "Office closed at 1 pm and here I am" "OK wash yourself and
come to the kitchen.  I will make something for you" After washing my feet,
hands and face I changed my dress and joined her in the kitchen.  I was
standing behind her when she moved back from the heat and the smoke from
the stove and leaned against me.  I put my hands around her affectionately
and planted a tender kiss on the top of her head.  We were both caught up
in those close moments for a few seconds.  Suddenly she moved away and said
"you should not be doing this to me" "What auntie"?  I asked smiling "I am
your aunt.  You should not think of me as you are doing right now" I was
speechless at her words.  My God, what was she was saying!  I could not
believe the hint of accusation because she was totally mistaken.  "Auntie,
I am sorry at what you said.  It is not correct.  I have only pure
affection for you" "Please don't lie to me.  It upsets me.  A woman knows
when a man wants her that way" On hearing this I felt devastated.  After
all that I have done for her, this is what I get from her.  How cruel!  It
hurt.  I became tense with bitterness and a sense of betrayal.  A false
charge of this nature is hard to defend.  But I tried again with quivering
lips.  "Auntie, what you are saying is very cruel and false.  I never felt
for you like that" For some reason I did not understand at that time, these
words made her stiffen with anger.  "Don't try to fool me.  You were coming
on to me all these days.  Why are you in the kitchen always touching me and
even holding me?  The blow of her words practically knocked me off my
senses.  Everything went dark around me.  The ground beneath my feet was
slipping.  I held onto the kitchen door to prevent me from falling.  The
anguish at her words burned my soul.  Somehow I staggered out and made it
to my room and fell on the bed.  I was in complete turmoil at this sudden
change of situation.  It was beyond me to cope with.  "Oh God, please save
me" I prayed.  There was fear too.  A woman conditioned for too long like
her might develop a guilt sense and confess to her husband of the crime she
thought she did.  He will kill me I am sure.  May be he will kill her too
for saving his honor.  My thoughts and feelings were running wild.  Can I
go to my parents for help?  I rejected it immediately.  All those body
contacts will come out and they will be interpreted only one way.  Tense
with worry, fear and despair I was exhausted and slowly sank into a stupor.
I don't know how long I lied.  When I opened my eyes, the room was almost
dark.  The sun was setting.  A shadow crossed the door and she entered and
stood by the bed.  "I waited for you to come for the coffee.  Now I have
brought it for you.  It is hot.  Please get up and drink it" "I don't want
any coffee now" I mumbled.  I did not expect her to come to my room.  It
threw me off my balance once again.  She is full of surprises, I thought.
She set the cup on the table and sat on the bed by side pressing her hips
against my ribs.  There was silence for a few moments.  "Please don't be
angry with me.  I am sorry if I hurt you.  That was not my intention.  I
know you like me and did everything to give me happiness." Her words were
music to my ears.  Relief came flooding into my being.  All that affection
I had for her became live again and I stretched out my hand onto her
shoulders.  She tilted her head to press her cheeks against my hand.  It
was a special gesture intensified by the darkness and my heart began to
race.  I put my other hand also on her shoulders and drew her to me.  She
did not protest by leaned forward, her face very close to me.  It was pure
magic to have her like that with her breasts pressed against my chest.  I
felt my blood running hot and oh no, I was having an erection.  I just
could not do anything about it.  It just grew and swelled and hardened and
stayed like that.  Luckily she was far too ahead to sense it.  Then I heard
her say softly.  "I only wanted to prevent you from doing anything wrong. I
am your aunt and that means mother's status and old enough to be your
mother.  How can you lust after me?" I was disturbed by her words and
wanted to correct her conclusions.  `Auntie, I also know all that you told
me and never had any bad intentions for you" She was still in my arms, her
breasts pressed against my chest and face very close to mine.  At my words
she stiffened and said "I don't like any one not speaking the truth.  I
told you I am not angry with you but only want you to admit the mistake and
never do it again" It is so unfair, I thought.  I was about to protest
again when some warning sounded in my muddled brain.  Wheels were turning
and suddenly I saw light.  My God, she wants me to admit my lust for her!
"Oh auntie, I am sorry" "Sorry for what" "For feeling like that for you"
"So you admit you are after me like that"?  "Yes, auntie" I whispered. 
What also can I say?  I heard her sigh deeply.  Was it one of satisfaction?
"You poor baby, when did it start"?  "The moment I saw the first day".  I
was learning I thought smiling inside.  "Oooooh" she cried.  Don't say such
things.  Are you like that even now?  "Yes auntie, I cannot help it.  I am
very sorry".  Meanwhile my cock was throbbing and swaying.  I was also
gripped by a powerful sense of anticipation.  Something was going to
happen. I felt.  "Does it hurt" she asked?  "yes, very much" I whispered.
"You poor thing, let me see".  She straightened, moved her hand down my
body and felt the erection.  "Oh God, it is so hard.  What am I to do?  I
don't want you to suffer like this because of me" A few seconds passed by
in silence.  "Because you were so good to me, I will help you this one
time. It will never happen again.  It is sin.  You should forget me as a
woman but only consider me like your mother.  OK?<" "OK, auntie" I
whispered.  My heart was pounding so loud that I thought she could hear it
as she stood up and began to pull up her dress.  Half way through she swung
her legs over my body and straddled me.  It was quite dark and I could only
make out her vaguely.  I sensed her positioning over me.  She pulled open
the piece of cloth tucked around my waist so that I was completely naked
below her, grabbed my cock and guided it through her open dress to the
sacred entrance of her pussy and pushed down as my plum-sized head nudged
against her lips and slipped inside her as she began to impale herself on
me.  My cock slowly sank into her depths until my balls were brushing
against her butt as her pussy stretched to accommodate me, her folds
expanding as necessary, making a home for me where I should never have
been. My cock grew wider as it traveled all the way inside her to the hilt.
She was hot and moist and I could hear her panting.  She pushed down hard
with her full weight pinning me down and sitting straight up welding our
pelvic bones together.  I groaned as my body twisted and turned.  Pressure
was mounting inside me and the inevitable explosion was approaching.  I
groaned again and tried to thrust against her but her weight was too much
to give me any leverage.  As my desperate groans became louder she bent
forward to cup my mouth, her butt slid up giving me enough room to thrust
into her violently.  My arms flailing, legs thrashing I was hitting my hips
into her wildly sawing through her pussy and tearing through the tight wet
vagina.  I was growling as my cock started to spit the searing rush of
semen into her in desperate spasms.  Spurt after spurt I came inside her
heaven until I finally collapsed beneath her totally drained.  All through
she sat there silent until my cock shrunk and almost slipped out.  She got
up and silently left the room.  I lied there awash with powerful emotions.
The pleasure and joy I felt were beyond description.  And my affection and
admiration for her increased and intensified.  I felt great respect for the
courage she showed in breaking through the iron wall of tradition, morals,
social taboos and the years of mental conditioning of her husband.  I heard
her husband come in and I also joined him in the veranda.  Washing and
cleaning his hands and feet while she stood by and poured water for him and
rinsing his mouth and spitting out loudly, he made out his presence an
unpleasant one.  I looked at her and our eyes met and there was contempt on
her face.  Dinner finished he drank a cup of milk she gave him mixed with
some medicine for good sleep.  She had told me that this was actually a mix
of some locally available mild narcotic stuff that put him to heavy sleep
for 6 hours at least.  Sleep did not come easily that night.  So much
happened that my mind was raked with thoughts of her.  I loved her, I
thought fiercely.  Even if there is no sex hereafter I will continue to
love her.  But how can I forget the bliss of her tight wet pussy around my
cock?  I want her again to unleash all that dormant passion in her.  I am
sure that her husband with his crude ways was not giving her any pleasure.
Somehow I sank into a restless sleep.  When I woke up, immediately my mind
filled with her giving me an instant erection.  I just lay there burning
with desire for my aunt knowing all the while she would never again allow
it.  And I promised her also that I would also not think of her with
desire. I sensed a movement and to my surprise, she was inside and sat
beside me.  I felt her hand on my face and I grabbed it.  She bent forward
and whispered "Are you awake".  "Yes", I replied.  "I did not sleep as I
could not stop thinking of you" "Oh baby, you should not do it.  You
promised, remember?" "Yes auntie.  But I cannot help it" She moved her hand
back and felt my erection and instantly jerked her hand away.  "This is
wrong, very wrong.  If you are like this I will not come near you again"
and left the room.  I was plunged into despair but my erection did not
subside as I was consumed with thoughts of her.  Minutes passed and then I
sensed her presence again.  This time she did not sit on the bed but simply
swung her legs over me and lifting her dress up guided my throbbing tool
into her pussy.  I opened my legs a bit so that she can sink my cock to the
hilt and she did just that.  This time I felt her more wet and juicy. 
Those were magical moments.  I could feel my cock inside her canal soaking
in her sweet juices.  I rose up on my elbows and kissed her lips and she
kissed back.  Sparks were rushing through me as she kissed me long and hard
biting and sucking and pushing her tongue into my mouth for me to suck.  I
was on my back again allowing her to do as she pleased.  "Oh baby, we have
to stop this.  Don't make me do this again please" She whispered.  "Auntie,
I cannot stop my longing for you.  I love you.  You are beautiful and
enchanting" She drew in her breath sharply at my words.  I could hear her
panting.  I stretched my arms and fondled her breasts.  She lifted her
blouse and bra and released them for me.  They were ripe and full and her
nipples large and hard already.  She pushed them into my mouth for me to
suck.  As I began sucking and rolling my tongue over them, she let my arms
wander over her lush body.  I caressed he neck, back, butt and thighs and
felt her move her hips a bit.  She was beginning to rock back and forth
with my cock buried to the hilt inside her already boiling pussy.  I could
feel her juices oozing out wetting my pubic hair and balls.  I picked up
the rhythm of her rocking and began my thrusts in tune.  "Oh Auntie, you
are a divine angel" I whispered.  She kissed me again and then began to
rock faster and soon I felt a hard bite of her dripping pussy walls on my
cock.  She was climaxing!  There was no doubt as I heard a suppressed moan
from her and an involuntary twist of her whole body.  The realization
triggered a wave of pride and fulfillment inside me.  Love and passion
combined I began to thrust harder into her as she started her rocking again
after a brief pause.  I was fondling her breasts and sucking her nipples
and felt the tension mounting inside.  The tempo of our movements increased
and soon I was beyond control.  Once again I was thrashing and flailing as
I thrust into her engorged pussy violently in harmony with her frenzied
grinding and rocking.  Just as I was about to burst, I felt her shudder and
quake as a powerful wave of her climax sweep over her.  She was moaning
with the wave of her orgasm when I shot my load into her spurting in
multiple bursts.  Fully spent we lied together in tight embrace gently
stroking each other.  The sensation of her very wet pussy pressed against
my belly was exquisite.  I slid my hand down to feel it against my palm. 
The feel of her soft fur, thick open lips and the divine mound sent waves
of joy and thrill all over me.  She was a passionate woman, I thought
waiting to be unleashed to its full power.  It was past 5am and I began to
worry about uncle.  When I mentioned this, she said" last night I gave him
a little extra dos"!  Clever girl, I thought and smiled to myself.  Soon
the day slipped into the usual routine.  Uncle left and we were alone.  I
could see the changes in her taking place at a fast pace.  Her usual
diffidence was diminishing so that she could talk to me freely now.  "I
never felt as I did today.  I did not know a woman can have so much
pleasure" What about uncle?  I asked.  "He attacks me when he wants,
usually in the morning.  When I get up, he gives a grunt and I have to move
over to his bed, lie down on my back, hitch up my dress and open my legs.
He then rapes me" She said simply without any emotion.  "Does it not hurt?"
"Yes, because I am not wet usually.  But the humiliation is more painful"
"Oh, auntie" I said moving closer and embracing her and kissing her.  "I
thought this is the way between a man and a woman until you came." She
paused and then said.  "It has to stop.  I am his wife and that is my fate.
Please stop this craving for me" "I can never stop loving you or longing
for you.  You are so beautiful and sexy that you drive me crazy.  I want to
make you discover yourself and free yourself to enjoy to your full
potential God gave you" By this time I was learning to understand her.  She
wanted the guilt transfer onto me.  If I do it, she will be freed of the
responsibility of what happened between us.  And I was ready to do this for
her as long as she wanted it.  So I waited that night also and my heart
began to thump faster as I sensed her shadow crossing the door.  This time
she came charged with desire and practically jumped into my arms.  There
was no talk and we made love eagerly and fiercely and it took and hour for
her lust to subside.  She came 3 times as I counted but might have been
more.  Since I was making love to her every 12 hours I could hold it until
she was satisfied.  From the 4th day she dropped all her preaching but
began to increase her demands for sex.  She wanted it in the evening as
soon as I came in as at that time we 2 were alone there.  In the kitchen
itself we would start kissing and caressing but she would stop it then and
resume it again only after sunset.  We would move to her bedroom throwing
away our clothes all along and fall into the bed naked.  Kissing, biting,
groping and caressing her along her lovely hot body I would drive her mad
with impatience for me to enter her.  I would push my throbbing cock into
her open glowing hot dripping pussy and start jabbing her grunting and
groaning with each thrust.  All I could do was fuck her, driven insane by
my craving for her and the lustful moans of my lovely insatiable aunt
beneath me with her legs pulled back and wide open.  I tried to vary my
strokes, alter the angle of entrance and jammed into her like a run away
jack hammer.  My cock felt as hard as steel, a tempered alloy that might
well melt in the burning cauldron of her clasping pussy.  Her folds
caressed and squeezed me, her lips nipped at me, her heat and moisture
washed over me, soaking into my flesh, coaxing thunderous multiple orgasms
from her.  Then she would come to me again at night and early morning too
but I was young and could satisfy her mounting lust.  So it continued and
it lifted my heart to see her changing before my eyes.  Her stoop has all
but disappeared and her awe of her husband was evaporating fast.  Outwardly
everything was the same and it took longer for him to sense the change. 
The first time it happened was when she stopped standing behind the door
half hidden as he ate his dinner waiting for his commands.  Instead she
served him dinner and then came out with her dinner, sat down on a chair
and began to eat along with him!  He was completely taken aback but could
not say anything as I was also sitting there.  Soon it became a pattern and
he had to manage the second helping himself!  A revolution was taking place
right in front of us!  I felt very happy and made love to her with even
more vigor and devotion.  It was by this time around that I began to eat
her pussy.  It happened the day when I saw her in the kitchen busy with
cooking.  As I looked at her my desire grew and throwing her hands around
her I kissed her neck and kneaded her breasts.  She was responding with
small cries of pleasure and sighs but asked me to wait a bit until she
finished her work.  I was not prepared to let her go but positioned myself
at her feet, rubbing her calves and massaging her soles, brushing my
fingertips against the harder skin of her heels.  Soon I was rubbing her
ankles with a circular motion poking my fingers between her toes.  I felt
goose bumps traveling up her legs and heard her sigh with pleasure.  My
hands were creeping along the sensitive flesh of her thighs beneath the
butt.  For better access I lifted her dress above her waist fully and
feasted in wonder at the curve of her waist flaring down to her round butt.
I was about to lean forward and kiss this lovely offering when she suddenly
whipped around and presented me with her pussy.  It was level with my face
and the glorious sight took my breath away.  Covered in silky fur, it shone
like a jewel.  The mound was prominent and the petals thick and as I sat
there gazing in awe and reverence I saw the petals part slightly exposing
the shiny pink slit.  I leaned forward and kissed her pussy with deep
devotion.  "Auntie, your pussy is exquisite".  She smiled with pleasure and
thrust her pelvis forward to greet my eager mouth.  With a groan I buried
my face on her melting pussy to devour it when she moved away.  "Please
wait until the sun sets" She said huskily.  "Why auntie" I asked confused.
"You know why.  Feel my lower belly".  I gently placed my palm below her
navel and pressed.  It felt tight and swollen and the reason for her daily
wait for the sun to go down hit me.  I was overcome with shame and guilt.
Her pussy was still glowing just before my face and as if seeking
forgiveness I showered gentle kisses on it.  I kissed the top of the pussy,
the fold of her thighs on both sides and kissed down along the slit towards
her perineum.  She placed her hand on my head and ran her fingers through
my hair.  The problem was the lack of toilet facilities.  Since she was
forced to relieve herself in the open, her feminine modesty prevented her
from doing it in the open.  So the only option was for her to relieve
before sunrise and then only after sunset.  I have pleaded with her to pee
in the bath room during day time when ever she had the urge but she did not
as it was forbade by her husband.  "Auntie, please ignore him and go to the
bath room.  It is bad for you to hold back for long time.  You are not
afraid of him any more" "Yes, that is true.  I promise we will have good
modern toilets soon.  Until then I will manage as I am used to this for
long time" She said and smiled at me sweetly.  She enjoyed my concern for
her.  But for me it was more than that.  I felt terribly ashamed of my
inability to liberate her from relieving in the open like an animal.  I
burned with guilt and anger.  It was getting dark and I felt her touching
my face gently.  "It is dark enough.  Please wait here.  I will just go out
to pee and be back in a minute and then you can have me as you wish".  But
I followed her.  She stepped out of the kitchen into the open and took a
few steps to squat behind a tree and the desperation she was in was
betrayed by the sudden burst of her pee on to the soil in front.  It was so
powerful that the spray was foaming on the surface before soaking in.  I
heard the moan of relief as her bladder emptied, making me tumult with
strong emotions.  As she re entered and closed the door, I lost no time in
locking her up in a tight embrace and began to kiss and caress her wildly.
Once in the bedroom we locked our gazes for a moment and then melted
together into a long, passionate kiss.  We stood beside the sized bed as
our tongues danced and our hands caressed each other.  My head spun in a
tornado of thoughts and emotions for this wonderful woman.  I adored her
beauty and passion and admired her boldness in trying to break free from
the dark pit total subjugation to her husband.  As our kiss continued we
settled down onto the bed.  We lay side by side and slowly removed each
other's clothes.  I savored each moment of undressing her.  But she kept
her blouse and bra but allowed to be totally naked below.  My fingers
grazed over her skin as I pulled off the clothes around her and began
giving her a series of soft kisses and licks across breasts and belly.  She
moaned happily as my mouth danced across her lush body.  She continued to
moan with pleasure as I took several long moments to caress her soft tits
gazing hungrily at her nakedness.  I leaned down and kissed and licked the
exposed parts of body as she moaned and wriggled excitedly on the bed.  I
continued teasing and kissing her exposed skin for several more long
moments before she couldn't resist it any longer and clasped my hair and
pulled it over her breasts.  Immediately I closed my lips around her rock
hard nipple, causing her to moan loudly.  I lingered for many long moments
teasing and licking her nipples until they were both rock hard.  She
responded so vigorously to this that he thought she might cum.  He lingered
over her tits for a while longer but finally the temptation of her waiting
pussy was too much to resist.  I kissed my way down her stomachtempted to
go straight to her pussy, but convinced myself to prolong the moment by
first moving my mouth to her knees.  I moved back and forth between her
legs and, as slowly as I could, I kissed and licked my way up her thighs.
She spread her legs with a happy moan as I alternated teasing back and
forth between her legs.  I was soon kissing and licking her inner thighs
just inches from her pussy.  I paused for a moment and gazed at the heavy
wetness seeping out of her pussy.  I inhaled her heavy scent mixed with
that of her fresh pee and finally let my tongue find her pussy.  She gasped
and wriggled as my tongue slowly danced over and around her pussy.  Each
time I touched her clit she gasped and rocked her hips excitedly toward my
mouth, but each time I moved my tongue away to prolong the teasing.  But
musky aroma of her pussy was too intoxicating for me to continue teasing
her.  Open mouthed I lounged at her divine bulge and completely covered it
with my lips.  The feel of those moist lips and the taste of her wet creamy
flesh drove me mad to devour her until she could take it no more.  I felt
her responding to my oral attentions on her pussy and soon my mouth and her
hips settled into an easy rhythm.  I quickly learned what she liked and
several times brought her right to the edge of her control before allowing
her to regain her composure.  After a while longer I again teased her to
the brink of orgasm.  This time she grasped my head and began thrusting her
pussy against my mouth.  "My baby", she moaned, "please eat me there and do
not stop." That was all I needed to hear and I let my tongue dance easily
over her clit for a few more seconds as she pushed her hips up into my face
and guided my face with her hands.  Hearing the lust dripping from her
words made the moment even more exciting and intense.

   A few moments later she cried out and pulled my mouth roughly against
her pussy as she burst into a long, lingering orgasm.  I licked and sucked
her twitching pussy throughout her orgasm and spent a while after her
orgasm passed enjoying and exploring her wet pussy.  As the ripples died, I
moved up and inserted my shaking cock into her hot dripping love canal. 
Her face was still flushed, her eyes dilated and her hair ruffled around
her head, she radiated a powerful sensuality.  As I started moving in and
out of her, her face contorted with lust again and began to thrash around
beneath me, her fists beating a tattoo against my shoulders, her calves
hammering his buttocks, her pussy grasping my cock tighter and tighter in
exquisite pain.  The sheet beneath her all crumpled and covered in the
sweat from her body.  My thrusts grew harder and faster and soon she threw
her head back and began to buck her hips up against him as another orgasm
hit her shuddering all over.  He felt her pussy walls contracting over his
cock in spasms.  As the ripples eased, she collapsed in a boneless heap
beneath me on the bed.  A flood of liquid seeped past the tightly clasping
lips of her pussy, wetting my balls and thighs and staining the bed sheet.
Her breathing was shallow and her head lolled on the pillow.  As her eyes
focused, she looked at me and with a twisted smile said "that was awesome.
I know you have not released but start slow please" This was a new aunt
emerging full of poise who can demand and command.  I was beginning to feel
her power over me already and I was sure the confidence of her sexuality
will bring about big changes in her as well as the environment she lived
in. Meanwhile I was consumed by the burgeoning urgency for my release.  So
I began banging away picking up momentum, my bulging cock piercing my aunt
again and again and again.  I kissed her lips and chin, her breasts and
tasted sweat, but didn't care.  As I kept on banging my aunt, I was amazed
to see her get aroused again.  She sure has fought her way out of the
languor of her last orgasm, brought back to life by the insistent thrusting
pleasure I was giving her.  Looking down between her breasts, she saw my
spear of flesh sliding in and out of her weeping pussy and she looked into
my eyes with love and gratitude for perhaps giving her the most
mind-blowing orgasm of her life.  I was desperate with passion and
redoubled my efforts and heard my aunt moaning in ecstasy.  She might be
feeling that familiar electrical tingle deep in her pussy building up as I
slammed into her again and again.  The power of my pumping was stoking the
flames of lust again and brought her to an ever rising crest of pleasure
that once more threatened to overwhelm her.  She was expecting it this
time, however, and rode the wave as it washed over her lush frame Breasts
bouncing, back arching, hips flexing, thighs tightening, I felt her orgasm
explode.  She later told me it felt like lightning flashing behind her
eyeballs and her nipples felt so sensitive that even the air scraping
against them was sweet agony.  As she was riding the wave, I could no
longer control the pressure building up inside and growling a wild beast I
let loose all that boiling seed bursting from my balls deep into her pussy.
Drained and spent we laid there in a tight embrace exchanging kisses and
soft caresses.  This bout of love making was a milestone in restring her
self worth and confidence.  She was completely transformed into a self
assured woman proud and dignified.  She also discovered her passionate side
and was ready to assert her right for satisfaction.  I realized that I
don't have to worry about her any more and that she would deal with all her
challenges through her own methods.  It will now be more correct to say
that she fucked me whenever possible.  She drugged her husband without any
qualms and spent more time with me at night.  She realized a man's limits
and demanded oral service to cope with her lust.  She seemed to be capable
of achieving and endless chain of orgasms when she is in that mood.  My
whole body especially my mouth and cock have to be at the service of her
boiling pussy all the time.  Her increasing power over me only intensified
my loyalty and devotion for her.  I was ready to do anything to please her
and she reveled in her hold over me.  She considered her husband retarded
and stupid for not joining me in the service of her pussy and held him in
deep contempt.  But there was one thing that still bothered me.  She was
still holding her pee until sunset when she would go out and relive with a
cry of relief.  Because of this we had to limit ourselves to some mild
necking and petting until she could pee which was a big handicap.  One day
recently, the pressure was too much and she would not let me even touch
her. Her face was tight with the agony of it.  She was lying on the bed on
her stomach biting into the pillow to prevent crying out.  I just stood
there my heart bleeding at her distress.  It was not yet dark but she cried
out to me to open the kitchen door.  As I opened it, she got up and ran
with her thighs pressed together and the moment she was beside that tree,
she squatted and with a scream opened up and jetted out her stored up pee
in high pressure hitting the soil quite a distance away.  It took long time
for her to finish and her sobs of relief were heartrending.  As she came
back into the kitchen I took her into my arms and petted her.  I was not in
the mood for sex as the sight of her desperation filled me with shame and
guilt.  But she was already horny and seeing my passive mood, led me to the
bedroom, pushed me to the bed on my back and after baring herself below the
waist swung over and sat on my mouth and began to rock.  All my love and
longing for her became alive immediately and I ate her pee soaked pussy
with a passion that brought her to orgasm 3 times with in half an hour. 
She calmed down and moved away from my mouth and laid herself beside me. 
"Darling, you are worrying too much about it.  See, you don't have an
erection even after you ate my pussy and I don't like it.  I said I will
solve it and I will" "Auntie, I cannot bear to see your desperation in the
evenings.  It is terrible and hurts me and fills me with guilt and shame.
If only I could find a solution!" Suddenly it hit me.  The solution was
right there all along and I was dumbfounded by the simplicity of it. 
"Auntie" I called her with excitement.  "I found the perfect solution"! 
"What is it"?  She asked smiling and eager.  "It is so simple.  All you had
to do was to use me" "Use you"?  "Yes, use me like a toilet.  Just pee into
my mouth and I will drink it".  I was stunned by the simplicity of it and
wondered why I did not see it before.  And the thought of her squatting on
my mouth and pissing into it made me shiver with mind-boggling
anticipation. "You should not say such things.  I can never do what you are
saying.  It is dirty and may even harm you" She said.  But I was not
prepared to let it go like that.  "Auntie, a woman's pee is a good health
drink especially for the one loving her deeply" I said.  She laughed.  "How
can you say that"?  "You know how we use cow's pee?  For rituals and
religious functions?  It is used as a cleansing agent and mixed with native
medicines for many cures.  But a bull's urine is never treated like that.
If a cow's pee can be consumed, why not a woman's?  It will give me great
joy and ease the pain of my guilt and shame to see you relieving in the
open like animal".  She was silent but looked at me with kindness and
understanding.  "Your argument is very clever.  I can also feel the intense
craving you have for it.  But I don't know, my pet.  Please be patient. 
Meanwhile you can eat it as much as you want".  "Oh auntie, how long have I
to suffer this pain"?  I cried.  "Please darling, don't make me feel bad. I
can never make you suffer.  But what you are asking is more than I can
accept at this moment.  Let me think it over Ok?  Please don't look so
glum. Come here" She said.  I moved towards her languid form on the bed. 
She patted my head and gently drew it towards her crotch while her other
hand pulled up her clothes to expose her pussy for me.  Such gestures from
her trigger intense feelings in me.  With a sob, I fell down between her
legs and buried my face in her pussy to start a long session of eating her.
She used both her hands to keep my mouth pressed against her hard and
bucking up pursued her orgasms roughly.  She might have climaxed 4 or 5
times before she released me and by that time my face, eyes, chin, hair,
chest and throat and all were drenched with her juices.  "Are you happy
now"?  she asked.  "Yes, auntie" I replied and it was true also.  I felt
very close to her in such moments when she uses me for her pleasure.  She
took my hand and kissed it.  Days passed and I continued to plea for her
pee but she always evaded it with one excuse or other but tried to make up
in other ways to keep me happy.  But as the days passed and nothing
happened, I was feeling depressed and it was showing.  She was sensitive to
it and tried to make up showering her love on me by various ways.  She
would embrace me, kiss me, stroke me tenderly, tell me how much she valued
all that I did for her and fucked me and orally used me when ever a chance
came.  And she pleaded with me to be patient because she also wanted to be
equally happy as I am when it happened.  She was giving me hope but making
me wait too.  The agony was unbearable and tension was mounting.  It was
the time of pre monsoon showers accompanied by lightning and thunder in the
afternoons.  As I came back from the office one day, she was lying on the
bed on her stomach and immediately I knew she was desperate.  I felt for
her and stood by the side of her bed.  "Please do not touch me.  It is
terrible already and any disturbance will make it impossible for me to
control" "Auntie, why are you suffering like this?  Use me please." I
pleaded.  "Oh baby, please do not press for it now.  What time is it" "It
is almost 6pm now" I replied.  Then the rain started accompanied by flashes
of lightning.  The downpour was heavy and did not show any sign of abating.
I was in the veranda tense and worried for her.  It was already dark but
she could not go out in the rain.  I was thinking of placing a bucket near
her bed for her to relieve when I saw her come out to the veranda.  From
the slow movement I guessed her anguish.  "Darling, can you find an
umbrella and lead me out?  I cannot hold it any more" She cried with
clenched teeth and choked voice.  "Auntie, with such heavy rain and
lightning we cannot go outside.  It is very dark and not at all safe.  Why
are you so stubborn and cruel to me" I replied and decide to take matters
into my hands.  I moved to her swiftly and sat down on the floor and
quickly rolled up her cloths to bare her fully below the waist.  I tucked
it there to keep her fully naked and leaned forward to press my mouth on to
her pussy.  It was pitch dark when suddenly a flash of lightning struck
transforming her pussy into brilliant divine vision.  "It is now or never"
I told myself and slipping my legs forward to bring my head just below her,
I tilted my head and tried to sink her pussy into my mouth by placing my
hands on her butt and pushing down.  With my lips tightly sealed around her
swollen pussy, I pressed her lower belly hard knowing very well how
desperate she was.  I was not mistaken.  Through the roar of the rain, I
heard her cry out in high pitch.  "Baby, I cannot hold it any more.  You
win.  It is all yours".  I felt her pussy heaving and the next moment, she
literally exploded into my mouth moaning loud and long.  The blast of her
warm pee hit my throat with tremendous force that I had to gulp down fast
not to spill it.  It continued to cascade into my mouth filling it and
rushing down through my throat into my insides fast and furious.  It was
strong and salty with a pungent taste but not all unpleasant.  In fact it
is the best drink I ever had and I wanted her to know it.  I borrowed my
face deeper into the mound of her pussy and she responded by running her
fingers through my hair as I sat beneath her relishing each moment of the
copious rush of her pee into my eager mouth.  I was tingling all over with
my heart on fire with a sense of esoteric joy, triumph and gratitude.  I
sat there at peace and pride drinking all that golden pee she was pumping
steadily into me.  She thrust her pelvis back and forth to force the flow
full even when her storage began to run out.  I could not help a tinge of
pain as it ran totally dry but I continued to sit there munching on her wet
pussy.  Her hand was on my head and she was holding it against her goading
me to eat her and I needed no further encouragement.  After that first time
when she let me drink all that nectar from her, eating her was very
special. All the sublime emotions rushing through me in those moments found
expression in the way I ate her and she responded with cries of "Oh baby I
love you my pet.  I am all yours and you can do anything with me." She
writhed, moaned and shuddered as she came again and again into my mouth as
I greedily vacuumed all those precious juices flowing out of her twitching
flower.  Finally she calmed down and moved back to her room.  She lied down
on the bed and spread her legs and asked me to switch on the light and
look. What a breath taking sight it was!  Her pussy was gleaming glowing
and glistening with all that moisture spread over her belly and thighs and
butt too.  "Oh, auntie you are divine your pussy is divine your thighs are
divine your breasts are divine and I love you and adore you and worship
you"!  I cried out choked with emotions, all the while feasting my eyes on
this gorgeous vision spread out in front of me.  "Fuck me" she said simply.
The next 20 minutes I was snarling and growling as I thrust in and out of
her with an animal lust until I spurted and spurted and spurted and
collapsed over her.  Finally we got up and embraced and kissed.  We walked
hand in hand to the bathroom and washed and cleaned, changed dress and sat
on the verandah.  The rain was easing and her husband was soon to arrive.
We sat there silent but connected with intense feelings.  Finally I said
"It was overwhelming and exhilarating.  You were bewitching auntie while
you were pouring out that very special grace into me" "My darling, you
lifted me to a new level of joy and pleasure which I felt in every single
spot on my body.  And the power rush was immense all the while you were
beneath me and drinking my pee.  It was not at all like I feared.  I want
to do it again" Her words were pure sweet music to my ears.  "Auntie, can
you do it now"?  She smiled.  "I cannot fill up so fast.  But I will now do
it only in your mouth when ever you are here.  But I will start only after
3 days to make sure you are Ok" `She cares for me"!  I exulted.  There was
no let up in the sex we shared.  She drugged her husband even more heavily
and came to me at night when ever she was in the mood and had as many
orgasms as she desired until she was fully sated.  Usually she straddled my
face as soon as she came into my room and rode my mouth roughly and then
shifted down and fucked me or made me fuck her.  This happened 2 times
every night but sometimes she wanted it 3 times.  In the evenings before he
husband came we would indulge in heavy necking, petting and fondling and
even insertion but not ejaculation.  During this time at least a single
session of eating her pussy is a must.  4 days after drinking from her I
came from the office.  She was in the kitchen and the thrill of love and
sexual hunger I felt for her sparked as usual and it showed in my face. 
She saw it and smiled with pleasure.  "Auntie, it is the 4th day.  Can you
give me your special shower of love for me to drink?" She stood there
smoldering but slightly spread her legs.  What a powerful gesture!  I
practically fell at her feet and lifted my face.  She stood over gracefully
and lifted her dress fully exposing her pussy allowing me the luxury of
enjoying this glorious vision for a few seconds.  Then it was time as she
moved slightly forward and I tilted my head back for her to seat her pussy
fully into my waiting mouth.  Once more I was gripped by tension as I
waited shivering in anticipation.  I looked up and her eyes bored into mine
locking me in their hypnotic stare.  She swung her hips forward with her
hand cradling my head.  Everything was ready and time stood still.  The
first splash of her pee hit my mouth scalding my tongue.  It was warm and
salty but harsh in taste as it was stored for long.  But I reveled in my
service to this courageous lady breaking free totally and finding her
confidence in pursuing her pleasure devoid of any taboos.  There was
genuine and fierce love and joy rushing through me as she began to steadily
pump her pee in a stable stream down my throat.  The stream washed over my
teeth, tongue, gums and inner walls of my mouth before rushing down my
throat.  The tingle of pleasure continued sparking all over my body as long
as she kept the stream going.  Then it waned and stopped but she walked
forward pushing me down on the floor and squatted on my mouth.  That was
the start of a long session of eating her pussy until she was finished and
got up slowly.  As her eyes focused she smiled down at me and gave me a
hand to get up.  Soon a pattern was set.  Morning just before I leave for
office she would just relieve into my mouth and then store it until my
return in the evening.  Even then my mouth will be savoring her morning
pee. Evening she will either pee immediately into my mouth or will wait
until sunset when she can give me the drink and then follow it up with
receiving a long bout of oral service.  Very rarely she will come into my
room late at night and use my mouth before rocking on it.  She was also
gaining on her husband.  As she changed, he also changed and her demands
grew.  Soon there was a proper toilet.  Bathroom was built up with a roof
and door.  The biggest change was when he agreed to apply got power
connection.  It was already 2 years when the order came transferring me
back to my hometown.  She was sad but calm.  She knew it was inevitable and
took it stoically.  We sat there silent holding hands connected with all
that we shared.  With a frenzy I fucked her, ate her pussy, drank her pee
as if it was the last time every time!  "Auntie, you need a lover to
replace me when I go" I said.  "Nobody can replace you in my heart.  But
yes I need a loyal male to take care of needs and I will get one" she said
with confidence.  I was amazed at her words.  She has transformed into a
truly free woman devoid of any taboos against pursuing her own happiness. A
really remarkable woman, I thought with affectionate pride as I took my
last steps away from the house towards my office and then to my home town.
Before the road turned I looked back and there she was behind the pillar on
the veranda.  She stepped down on the ground and waved.  I waved back,
turned my head and continued my walk.