Land Lady
Dev 



I had got admission in a College of good reputation in Mumbai. So, I packed up
my stuff and headed for Maharashtra.

Well, there was a problem though. The University Hostels were completely full,
so I had to find another place to lodge.

It wasn't easy but I managed to get a Mrs. De Silva to incorporate me in her
household as a paying-guest. Ms. DeSilva was a divorced lady in her late
fifties. She was around 5'10''. She just a bit heavy set and wore round
glasses with black rim. Her hair was shoulder length and greyish white in
colour. The house was double storied one and I was allotted a room in the
first floor.

As a few days passed, she told me that her family was from Portugal, and were
living in Mumbai since 1800. Her husband had divorced her 10 years ago, and
had settled in Lisbon.

One day as I had returned from College, I found that Mrs. DeSilva was changing
furniture setting in the Living room. I proposed to help her, to which she
agreed. She told me to push the couch towards the adjacent wall. It seemed
really heavy but still I walked towards it and started pushing it towards the
place she had told me. I grunted and groaned but it was too damn heavy and I
could hardly budge it. She just gave a smile and told me to slide over the
armchair instead. I happily agreed. Then she herself walked towards the couch
and surprisingly managed to push the couch to the place she intended. I was
very embarrased since I was a youth of 18 and she was nearing 60. And I was
atleast 4 inches taller than her and in good shape.

"Come on. Don't be embarrased. The couch was indeed pretty heavy." She said,
evidently guessing my thoughts.

Three months later as the wretched season of Summer arrived, as usual we were
given holiday. But I couldn't visit my parents in W.B. since I had to appear
in C.S. Entrance Exams. Anyways, since it became really hot, I noticed that
Mrs. DeSilva had worn a top which had very small sleeves. In the evening as we
were sitting in the Living Room chatting, my eyes invariably went towards her
almost bare arms. Despite her age, her arms were really solid and amazingly
had muscle definition as well.

With even small movements in her arms, her biceps seemed to jump out. Her
forearms were also thick and solid with visible veins. Her fingers and wrists
were anyway thicker than mine.

After much thought I did wind up asking her about her beefy arms.

"Your arms appear really strong Mrs. Silva." I said awkwardly.

"Yeah. I think gardening and early morning walks keep me fit." She said." And
yes, I used to play football when I was younger. I was a great fan of Pele."

Then she flexed her biceps displaying a mountainius peak. Her arms would have
surely been 15 inches.

"Do you wanna feel it?" She asked.

Did I! I was dying to do so. I shifted closer to her and put my hand over her
biceps. They were really pumped up and felt so powerful. I tried to squeeze,
but they were so tough and solid. My biceps would appear like a thread infront
of hers, I realised.

My dick had solidified too.

"Oh Mrs. Silva, your biceps are so sexy." I muttered out.

"What!" She was shocked.

"Please, let me kiss those massive peaks." I couldn't control myself now. In
my head, I was furious with myself for having said such things, but I couldn't
control my fetish.

She seemed to be shaken at first, but when she saw that I couldn't take my
hands and eyes away from her arms, she started smiling.

"If you wouldn't leave them, then how would you be able to see my thighs." She
said.

I knew that it was not right as she was thrice my age. But looking at her
body, I said to myself 'To hell with her age'.

I let go her biceps as she slided her maxi over her thighs. And boy, did she
have thighs. They were thick and were muscular too. I slowly felt her massive
thighs. They were smooth and firm. Then she tensed her thigh muscles and boy
did they bulge out ever so proudly.

"My God! Mrs. Silva, your legs are so strong and firm." I said lustily.

"OK kid, get ready for a ride," With that she got up and ordered me to do the
same.

I followed her command. She started removing my clothes, and as she yanked off
my underwear, my throbbing penis was exposed.

She placed her palms around my butt and raised me high up in the air, as I
started rubbing my hands over her massive shoulders and rippingly muscular
biceps. I was amazed by her raw power and muscularity of her body. She
continued lifting me until my shaft was in level with her mouth. Then she
inserted my erection slowly in her warm mouth, tasting the tip of my penis
with her toungue.Meanwhile I was busy squeezing her mountaneous biceps and as
my penis was engulfed by the passionate warmth of her mouth, I realised that I
would have to study really hard in order to clear my Entrance Exams.