Mausa Stuffed His Thick Cucumber in My Pussy

I’m Shubhangi, the only daughter of my parents. I’m 18 years old and just passed my 12th exams. I’m fair-skinned, 5 feet 4 inches tall, with a figure of 34-28-35. My eyes are seductive, cheeks rosy and plump, lips soft and juicy, and my long, thick hair flows down to my waist. A small silver nose ring and anklets enhance my beauty. I often wear a thin silver waist chain that sparkles on my fair skin. My papa, Ramesh, is 45, and mummy, Sunita, is 42—both very caring. My mausi, Radha, is 40, and her husband, whom I call mausa ji, is 50. Mausa ji, a retired army colonel named Vinod, has a son, Rohan, 28, who’s married and settled in America with his wife.

After my 12th results, my good marks secured me a spot in a reputed city college. Mummy and papa considered many colleges, but mummy decided to send me to the city for two reasons. First, mausi lived there, so I’d have no trouble staying. Second, my dadi’s health was often poor, and mausi had to visit the village frequently to care for her. My staying with mausi would ensure mausa ji’s meals and needs were taken care of, allowing mausi to focus on dadi.

One day, papa and I left for the city. We took a night train and reached early morning. Mausa ji came to pick us up at the station. He’s tall, well-built, with a muscular body, his hair now greying, but his eyes have a manly spark. We reached their house, freshened up, and got my college admission done. After dinner, papa left for the village on the night train. Mausi, a former school teacher, had taken early retirement due to dadi’s illness. Mausa ji’s house was disciplined, reflecting his army habits.

The first few days, we explored the city. We went to a water park, shopped at malls, and had fun. Mausa ji and mausi showed me around. Then I joined college and slowly adjusted to city life. Mausi had hired a maid, Meena, 19 years old, dusky but attractive, with a figure of 32-26-34. Her job was to clean and cook so I could focus on studies. But city life wasn’t easy for me. In the village, I had three or four boyfriends—Rohit, Sanjay, Vicky, and Rahul. I’d meet them at hotels for wild sex multiple times a week. Their thick cocks would rub my pussy, and I was addicted to it. But mausa ji’s strictness left my pussy thirsty. My youthful fire needed a cock, and this sexual starvation kept me restless at night.

One night, when my pussy’s itch became unbearable, I left my study table and rushed to the bathroom. Memories of hotel bathroom sex with my boyfriends under the shower flooded my mind. Rohit’s fat cock would slide into my pussy, and Sanjay would grab me from behind, slapping my ass. But now, alone, my pussy craved something. I stripped off my pink nighty. Inside, I wore a black designer bra and matching panties, looking sexy on my fair body. In the mirror, my boobs were bursting out of the bra. I started squeezing them over the bra. My nipples hardened, and my fingers slipped into my panties. I fingered my pussy, moving in and out. “Aahh… uff…” my moans echoed in the bathroom.

But my delicate fingers couldn’t replace the thick cock my pussy needed. I unhooked my bra, freeing my boobs. My panties felt tight, so I took them off too. Fully naked, I sat in the bathtub, fingering myself hard. “Umm… aahh…” My pussy was wet, but the fire wouldn’t calm. I needed something thick and hard like a cock. Then I remembered mausa ji brought vegetables from the market today. Yes… a cucumber! That thick, long, hybrid cucumber with tiny bumps could quench my pussy’s thirst.

I quickly put on my panties, searched for my bra but couldn’t find it. Not wanting to waste time, I slipped on a thin gown that barely reached my thighs. The gown had two thin straps, and without a bra, my nipples were clearly visible. I wanted to go to the kitchen naked and grab the cucumber, as only mausa ji and I were home, and he slept early. But to be safe, I wore the gown. Stepping out of the bathroom, the cold air hit my body. It was raining outside, and the thin gown made me shiver. My nipples hardened more, poking through the fabric. I glanced at the wall clock—it was midnight.

I hurried to the kitchen. The streetlight’s glow lit the room, so I didn’t need to turn on the light. I opened the fridge door. Cold air hit my body, giving me goosebumps. I quickly opened the vegetable drawer and grabbed a thick, long, hybrid cucumber. It was fresh, its bumpy surface making it more tempting. I held it, examining it from top to bottom. “Ohh… it’s just like a cock…” I mumbled. In my arousal, I licked it with my tongue, as if it were my boyfriend’s cock. I opened my mouth and started sucking it. “Umm… aahh…” My pussy was getting wetter.

Standing in the kitchen, I rubbed the cucumber on my thighs. Its cold, bumpy touch sent shivers through my skin. “Sss… ohh…” I spread my legs and rubbed it over my panties on my pussy. My breaths quickened. I pushed my panties aside and rubbed the cucumber on my pussy lips. “Aahh… ohh…” The bumps teased my clit, driving me crazy. I opened my pussy lips with one hand and slowly slid the cucumber inside with the other.

“Aahh… ohh maa… umm…” The cold, bumpy cucumber entering my hot pussy made me tremble. It had been months since a cock entered my pussy, and this cucumber was thicker than my boyfriends’ cocks. My pussy walls stretched, and the bumps rubbed inside. “Ohh… so thick… aahh…” I was going mad with lust. I pushed half the cucumber in and clenched my thighs to feel it. “Umm… ohh…” I stood on my right toes, then my left. My thighs rubbed together, and the cucumber hit my pussy walls. “Sss… aahh…” The friction sent tingles through my pussy.

Like a school parade, I started marching—right, left, right, left. The cucumber slid in and out, its bumps rubbing my clit. “Aahh… uff… so good…” My eyes closed. I was lost in the rhythm, the cucumber grinding in my pussy. Suddenly, it slipped out and fell. “Oh shit!” I bent down to pick it up. In the fridge’s light, the cucumber glistened with my pussy juices, making me hornier. I slid it back in and resumed marching. “Aahh… uff… ohh…” I was in heaven.

“Shubhangi beta, are you okay?” Mausa ji’s manly voice hit my ears. I looked at the door, shocked. Mausa ji stood there. My heart sank. “Oh god… what did he see?” I was dying of shame. The cucumber was still in my pussy, my thighs wet. My gown was so thin my nipples were visible.

“Shubhangi beta, you okay?” he asked again. I snapped back. In the dim light, his face was clear, but expressionless. Did he really not see anything, or was he pretending? I was confused.

“Y… yes, mausa ji, I’m fine,” I stammered. I closed the fridge door, but the cucumber rubbed my clit, and a moan escaped. “Aahh…” I shut my eyes.

“Shubhangi, what are you looking for in the fridge so late?” he asked, a strange glint in his eyes.

“N… nothing, mausa ji… just hungry, came to eat a cucumber,” I blurted out.

“Cucumber? Hungry?” A slight smile played on his lips. “Didn’t eat enough dinner?” His gaze dropped to my thighs, and I panicked. Did he see everything? The cucumber was still in my pussy, and I was clenching it tight.

“Y… yes, just a little… why are you here so late?” I tried changing the topic.

“Beta, couldn’t sleep, thought I’d have a peg,” mausa ji said. “You okay? You’re shivering in this cold.” He took off his shawl and draped it over my shoulders. His fingers brushed my shoulders, sending shivers through me. “Th… thanks, mausa ji,” I said. His caring touch made me hornier. The cucumber was still in my pussy, and his manly touch was driving me wild. At 50, mausa ji’s muscular body and white chest hair made him even sexier.

“Eating a cucumber, huh?” he asked, his smile deepening.

“Y… yes… just hungry,” I said, blushing.

“Come, I’ll make a peg, you sit,” he said, heading to the dining table. I looked down and saw my panties near the fridge. “Oh shit!” I quickly stepped on them to hide them.

“What happened, beta? Looking for something?” mausa ji asked.

“N… no, mausa ji, I’ll make the peg,” I said, moving slowly to the kitchen table, keeping my legs close so the cucumber wouldn’t fall. But each step made its bumps rub my pussy, and moans escaped. “Umm… aahh…” I tried reaching for a glass on the top shelf, but it was too high. I stood on my toes, and the cucumber rubbed harder.

Suddenly, I felt a firm touch on my hips. I looked back—mausa ji was right behind me. “If you can’t reach, just ask, I’ll get it,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder and grabbing the glass. His body pressed against mine. The bulge in his lungi rubbed my ass. “Aahh… mausa ji…” I moaned. His warm breath hit my neck.

“What do you want in the peg?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Cucumber,” he said, and my heart skipped. His smile grew. “You were eating one, right? It’s sweet.”

“Y… yes, sweet,” I stammered, pushing my ass back against his cock. His breaths quickened. “Want some?” I asked playfully.

“Yes, cut it with some salt,” he said, placing a hand on my waist. His fingers roamed my ass, and I knew he’d noticed I wasn’t wearing panties. I didn’t resist, and his boldness grew. “Thanks, beta, you help a lot,” he said, caressing my cheeks.

“With mausi gone, I’m responsible for you,” I said. Our eyes locked, creating a delicate moment. His face came closer, my lips feeling his breath. Suddenly, lightning struck. “Boom!” I looked outside. The rain was getting heavier.

“Make the peg,” mausa ji said, stepping back. I cut the cucumber, got ice, and made the drink. “Good night, mausa ji, don’t drink too much,” I said, leaving the kitchen. Outside, I pulled the cucumber from my pussy behind a wall. My panties were still in the kitchen. “Oh shit!” I went back to get them but heard mausa ji’s moans.

“Aahh… Shubhangi…” I peeked in. Mausa ji was on a chair, lungi open, sniffing my panties while stroking his cock. It was thick and long, at least 9 inches, driving me crazy. I slid the cucumber back in my pussy and fucked myself standing outside. “Umm… aahh…” Its bumps rubbed my pussy walls.

“Shubhangi… ohh… my sexy Shubhangi…” he was chanting my name. Suddenly, his cock shot cum, and my pussy released its juices. “Aahh… ohh…” My body shook. I leaned on the wall. Mausa ji wiped his cum with my panties and finished his drink. I sneaked to my room and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Next morning, a glass breaking woke me. It was 8 AM. Meena was cleaning up a broken jug in the kitchen. “Sorry, didi, it slipped,” she said.

“No problem, I’ll get a new one,” I replied. I looked outside—mausa ji was working in the balcony garden. Our eyes met, but he looked away. Mud tracks led from the balcony inside. Meena had mud on her shoulder, and one strap of her blouse was undone. I suspected mausa ji did something with her. But I was late for college, so I got ready and left.

That evening, I used the same cucumber to satisfy my pussy and slept naked. At night, lightning woke me. “Boom!” I wore a black bra, panties, and pink nighty and stepped out. Another breaking sound came.

“Shubhangi, what happened?” Mausa ji rushed out, wearing only a lungi, his chest muscles visible.

“Don’t know, mausa ji, I heard a sound,” I said. Lightning struck again, and I grabbed him in fear. His fingers roamed my back, my heart racing. “Mausa ji… what was it?” I asked.

“Let’s check,” he said. We went to the balcony garden, where rose pots and small plants stood. A pot had broken due to the wind, scattering mud. “Oh, it’s broken,” mausa ji said sadly. Nearby was a thick hybrid cucumber he’d brought from the market that morning and placed on the balcony to keep fresh. “This cucumber was here, must’ve fallen in the wind,” he said.

“Yes, mausa ji, your rose pot…” I said. He grabbed a broom to sweep, but raindrops still fell. He took off his t-shirt. His wet, muscular body made my pussy wet again. His lungi clung to him, showing his 9-inch bulge. I joined him without an umbrella.

“Beta, why get wet?” he asked.

“You can’t do it alone, so I’m helping,” I said. We cleaned the broken pot. Mausa ji stared at me. My nighty, soaked, became see-through, revealing my black bra and panties. My nipples poked out. I saw lust in his eyes. “Mausa ji, it’s completely broken, now what?” I asked, tired.

“No worries, we’ll get a new pot,” he said, coming closer. “Shubhangi, you’re soaked,” he said, caressing my cheek. His fingers slid to my neck, and I shivered. “Aahh… mausa ji…” I moaned.

“What’s wrong, beta?” he asked, but his fingers were on my waist. He kissed my neck. “Mausa ji… please…” I protested, but my pussy was wet. He squeezed my boobs. “Aahh… don’t…” I said, but my body melted at his touch. His hand slipped under my nighty into my panties, fingers roaming my pussy lips. “Umm… aahh… mausa ji…” My pussy released juices. “Ohh… I came…” I moaned.

He slid his fingers into my pussy, moving in and out. “Aahh… ohh… mausa ji…” I came again. He rubbed his cock on my ass. I lifted my nighty, and it slid up my back. “Oh, Shubhangi… your ass…” he groaned. I pressed my ass against his cock. His lungi was already off.

I fingered my pussy while he rubbed his cock on my ass. “Shubhangi… I’m cumming…” he said, placing my hand on his cock. I jerked him off while his fingers were in my pussy. “Aahh… mausa ji… I came again…” My pussy released more juices, and his cock shot hot cum on my ass. “Umm… aahh…” We collapsed against the balcony railing. Lightning struck, snapping us back.

Mausa ji kissed me, and I sucked his lips. Our tongues tangled. After a long, romantic kiss, I ran inside, blushing. The next day, I had a fever. Mausa ji gave me breakfast and medicine, acting normal. In the afternoon, I went to the kitchen, but Meena and mausa ji were missing. Then I heard moans from their room. Peeking in, I saw mausa ji fucking Meena. “Aahh… master… you fuck so good…” Meena moaned.

“Meena, your pussy’s still tight,” mausa ji said. She started sucking his cock, and I fingered my pussy outside. “Aahh… uff…” My pussy was wet. “Master, what if didi wakes up?” Meena asked.

“Her medicine’s still working,” mausa ji said. Then the doorbell rang. I shouted, “Coming!” and they quickly dressed. I opened the door for mausa ji’s friends. Mausa ji came down, but Meena hid. Later, Meena apologized and admitted she and mausa ji had been fucking for three months.

After dinner, mausa ji went to his room. I was in mine when he knocked. “Shubhangi beta…” It was mausa ji.

“Come in, mausa ji,” I said. He entered, apologizing. “Please don’t tell mausi,” he pleaded, teary.

“Okay, mausa ji, I won’t,” I said, wiping his tears. “But who’ll take care of my needs?” I said playfully, eyes sparkling. I kissed his lips. He was shocked but sucked my lips back. “Aahh… Shubhangi… you’re so naughty…” he groaned.

He pulled me into his arms, and I kissed him harder. Our tongues tangled, his hot breath on my face. “Shubhangi… you’re fire…” he said, caressing my cheeks. His fingers tangled in my hair, kissing my neck slowly. “Umm… mausa ji… you’re no less…” I teased. He slid my nighty straps down, revealing my black bra. “Ohh… these fair boobs… like cream balls…” he said, rubbing them over the bra. I blushed, but my pussy was wet.

“Mausa ji… this is wrong…” I said softly, but my voice dripped with desire. “Wrong? You’re teasing me, my slut,” he whispered, unhooking my bra. My boobs were free, nipples hard, craving his touch. “Ohh… Shubhangi… these boobs are pure velvet…” He pinched my nipples. “Aahh… mausa ji… easy… you’ll crush my boobs?” I moaned. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking like a baby. His tongue circled it, sending shocks through me. “Umm… ohh… mausa ji… so good…” I grabbed his hair.

“Shubhangi, these creamy boobs… I could suck them forever,” he said, squeezing the other. His fingers pulled my nipple, driving me wild. “Mausa ji… please… look at my pussy too…” I moaned. He pulled off my nighty, leaving me in panties. His eyes devoured my body. “You’re a goddess… this waist… this navel… like a piece of the moon,” he said, kissing my waist. His tongue swirled around my navel, and I shivered. “Mausa ji… you’re driving me crazy… kiss my pussy…” I giggled.

He rubbed my pussy over my panties. “Umm… already wet, my slut… you’re ready to be fucked,” he teased. I was dying of shame, but his dirty talk made me hornier. “Mausa ji… calling me a slut… but I want your fat cock,” I said, faking anger. “Yes, my sweet slut… look at this pink flower blooming,” he said, sliding my panties down. My pink pussy was bare. “Ohh… what a sexy pussy… like rose petals,” he said, stroking my pussy lips. His fingers brushed my clit, and I moaned. “Aahh… mausa ji… please… lick my pussy…” I spread my legs.

He kissed my pussy, his tongue diving deep into my slit. I went wild. “Umm… ohh… mausa ji… your tongue is magic…” I pressed his head into my pussy. He sucked my clit, fingers sliding in and out. “Aahh… I’m cumming… mausa ji… drink my pussy juice…” My pussy gushed, and he licked it up. “Shubhangi… your juice is sweeter than nectar…” he said, kissing me. I tasted my juices on his lips.

“Come, let’s go to the balcony, my queen,” he said, lifting me in his arms. The balcony garden was small, with rose pots. The rain had stopped, but the air was cool, and a faint rose scent lingered. He set me by the railing. The hybrid cucumber lay nearby, placed there that morning to stay fresh. “Mausa ji… here… someone might see…” I said, but my voice was excited. “No one will see, my slut… this night is ours,” he said, kissing my neck. His fingers roamed my pussy again. “Aahh… uff… mausa ji… you’re teasing me…” I moaned.

He stood behind me, caressing my ass. “Shubhangi… your ass is pure velvet… I want to fuck it,” he said, slapping it lightly. “Aahh… mausa ji… you’re so dirty…” I giggled. He dropped his underwear, revealing his 9-inch thick cock. I grabbed it, stroking. “Ohh… mausa ji… it’s like stone… such a fat cock…” I teased. He sucked my boobs while I jerked his cock. “Shubhangi… suck it, my slut… you’ll love sucking my cock,” he said playfully.

I knelt and took his cock in my mouth. His balls hit my chin as I licked his shaft. “Aahh… Shubhangi… you suck better than a slut…” he groaned. I took it deep, my tongue swirling around the tip. “Umm… so thick… like an iron rod…” I moaned. He grabbed my hair, thrusting into my mouth. “Yes… my queen… suck it… make my cock wet…” His breaths were fast.

“Mausa ji… I want it now… fuck my pussy…” I said, standing. But he wasn’t rushed. “What’s the hurry, my slut… I’ll tease you more,” he whispered. He picked up the cucumber. “Look, your favorite cucumber… enjoyed it, didn’t you?” He rubbed it on my thighs. “Aahh… mausa ji… please… don’t tease…” I begged. “Tell me, how was this cucumber?” he asked playfully. “But my cucumber is thicker, see…” He rubbed his 9-inch cock on my pussy. I was going mad. “Mausa ji… your cucumber… ohh… so thick… it’ll tear my pussy…” I moaned.

“Come, let’s go to the hall, my queen,” he said, carrying me to the hall. A big sofa with soft cushions stood there. He laid me on it and leaned over. “Shubhangi… you’re a total slut now… I’ll fuck your pussy so hard you won’t walk,” he said, squeezing my boobs. I laughed, stroking his cock. “Mausa ji… your cucumber is way bigger than that one… shove it in my pussy…” I teased.

He kissed my pussy again, his tongue diving deep. “Umm… mausa ji… your tongue is driving my pussy crazy…” I giggled. He squeezed my boobs, sucking my clit. “Shubhangi… your pussy is heaven… I could lick it forever…” he said. He spread my legs and rubbed his cock on my pussy. “Feel my cucumber?” he said, sliding it along my slit. “Aahh… mausa ji… it’s so thick… tear my pussy…” I screamed.

He slowly pushed his cock into my pussy. “Aahh… mausa ji… so thick… ohh… my pussy’s splitting…” I screamed. He kissed my lips, thrusting slowly. “Thap thap…” My pussy’s sounds echoed in the hall. “Shubhangi… your pussy’s so tight… like a virgin’s,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts. “Aahh… harder… mausa ji… fuck my pussy raw…” I screamed. “Yes… my slut… take my cucumber… I’ll rip your pussy today…” He fucked me faster.

“Mausa ji… flip me… fuck my ass too…” I moaned. He turned me over, bending me on the sofa. On my knees, my ass faced him. “Shubhangi… your ass is heaven… it makes my cock harder,” he said, slapping it lightly and sliding his cock into my pussy from behind. “Aahh… mausa ji… ohh… your cock’s piercing my pussy…” I screamed. He grabbed my boobs, thrusting hard. “Thap thap…” My pussy and his balls slapped loudly. “Shubhangi… you’re a total slut… I’ll fuck your pussy raw…” He pounded hard. I pushed my ass back, matching his thrusts. “Mausa ji… harder… tear my pussy… make me your slut…” I screamed.

He grabbed my hair, thrusting harder. “Shubhangi… your pussy’s squeezing my cock… you’re a real slut…” His breaths were fast. A strange pressure built in my pussy. “Mausa ji… something’s happening… aahh… my pussy… ohh…” Suddenly, my pussy squirted hard. “Aahh… mausa ji… I’m cumming…” My juices sprayed, soaking the sofa. “Ohh… Shubhangi… you’re squirting… my slut… so hot…” He fucked me harder.

“Mausa ji… don’t stop… fuck my pussy to ruins…” I screamed. He flipped me again, laying me on the sofa, my legs on his shoulders. “Shubhangi… I’ll make your pink flower wilt today…” He kissed my lips, fucking harder. “Thap thap…” My pussy’s sounds grew louder. “Mausa ji… your cucumber’s my pussy’s king… shove it deeper…” I grabbed his shoulders, legs around his waist. “Shubhangi… you’re crazy for my cock… take more…” He squeezed my boobs, thrusting faster.

“Mausa ji… flip me again… grind my ass…” I moaned. He bent me over, slapping my ass and sliding his cock into my pussy. “Aahh… Shubhangi… your pussy’s my cock’s slave now…” He pulled my hair, fucking hard. “Mausa ji… yes… make me your slut… fuck my pussy to pieces…” I screamed. My pussy felt pressure again. “Aahh… mausa ji… it’s happening again…” My pussy squirted again, and I shook. “Ohh… my slut… you’re squirting again… my cock’s bathed in your juices…” He laughed, fucking harder.

“Mausa ji… let me ride you…” I said. He lay on the sofa, and I climbed on top. I took his cock in my pussy and bounced. “Aahh… mausa ji… your cucumber’s piercing my pussy…” I screamed. He grabbed my boobs, squeezing. “Shubhangi… you’re riding my cock like a slut on a horse…” he groaned. I moved my hips faster, and my pussy squirted again. “Aahh… mausa ji… I’m cumming again…” My juices dripped on his cock, soaking the sofa.

“Shubhangi… I’m gonna cum… your pink flower’s milking my cock…” he said. “Mausa ji… cum in my pussy… I want your load…” I screamed. He grabbed my waist, thrusting hard from below. “Aahh… Shubhangi… take my cucumber… take my load…” His cock shot hot cum in my pussy. “Aahh… ohh… mausa ji… so hot…” I collapsed on him. My legs shook, and I felt I couldn’t walk. “Mausa ji… you’ve ruined my pussy… I’ll limp now…” I giggled.

“Shubhangi… your pink flower’s crazy for my cucumber… how was it?” he whispered. “Mausa ji… your cucumber’s my pussy’s emperor… a million times better than that one,” I teased. We lay exhausted on the sofa, my body still trembling.

Later, whenever mausi was away, Meena and I handled mausa ji’s fire.

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