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Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) by Hardy Boys

(***Completed***) - Heisenberg - 13th November, 2018
A tale of teenage lust is a coming of age story a an Indian

boy. It is in English with some Indian words written in English.
Their translations given with them. It is a very long story of
about 300k words. Although I have written it but parts of the
story are in hindi, so I will translate them to English and post
the story chapter by chapter. Its about his first time, his
PDF by pastispresent
adventures with older women as well as other teenage girls.

The story is set in India.
*i am not the original uploader.

Credits for the original Uploader "Hardy Boys"
29th January 2010
http://www.xossip.com/showthread.php?t=655457
RE: Tale of Teenage Lust - Reupload - Rameshmallu - 13th November, 2018
Welcome to the site friend
Post story
Part - 1 - Heisenberg - 13th November, 2018
Part - 1
I woke up to the sounds of the maid in the neighboring house washing

clothes. As I stretched and yawned, I realized I had a morning wake-up
hard on again. "Oh man", I thought to myself, "I need to do something
about this today". Every morning, now for the one year or so, I'd been
invariably waking up with a raging hard on. I am Jignesh, a 19 year old,
who had just finished Class XII, having missed an year, and was waiting
for his results. Summer had set in, and I was getting tired of
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masturbating at least thrice a day.
As I got up, I saw that my dick had made a tent in my pajamas. Clutching
my rigid shaft through my pajamas, I shuffled to the window of my
bedroom, and glanced out. Our house was in a colony of tenements, and
my bedroom overlooked the backside washing area of the other adjacent
houses, which was separated by a shoulder height compound wall.
The two young maids in the house behind were at their morning tasks,
one washing clothes, and the other washing utensils, in the wash area
that occupied most of the courtyard at the backside of each house. The
girls were from the near-by village, and most of the villagers there were
cattle raisers, supplying milk to the nearby households. They younger of
the two girls were an 18-year old teenager named Pushpa, with a lithe
slim brown skinned body. She had just graduated to wearing a ghagra,
blouse, and choli, the most commonly worn attire by the village women,
and her budding breasts just about managed to fill her blouse.
Pushpa was a talkative little thing, and had a certain cockiness that irked
me no end. She had a half smile on her angular face all the time, and
loved to make flirting eye-contact with boys and men around. "Now
that's a cocky little bitch, I'd love to fuck", I thought to myself, as I slowly
rubbed my cock through the pajamas. The two girls were chattering away
gaily, as they went about their work, sitting on their haunches, with their
ghagras raised up above their knees.
But it was the older of the two that had my attention. She was a new one
in the colony, and had been working as domestic help in the house
behind for a little less than a month now. I hadn't heard her name yet.
She was a dark skinned girl, with big round eyes, and thick pouting lips.
What had grabbed my attention was the way her breasts strained against
the thin cotton blouse she wore. These village girls never wore a bra, and
so the natural shape of their breasts could be seen in the blouse. "Now
that's probably a 32-C", I thought to myself as I continued to watch. The
older girl was of average built, and her breasts were of the firm mango
shape, with a conical shape to them. She had long black hair that hung
behind her back in a single long braid. She too wore the same attire of a
ghagra, choli, and blouse.
The girls often bathed in the courtyard at the washing area next to the
water tank. This was normally in the afternoons, when most of the people
in the house were asleep. I had accidentally discovered this one
afternoon, and ever since I made it a point to watch them bathing every
afternoon. The girls normally stripped down to only their ghagras while
bathing. The effervescent Pushpa had the slim body of a blossoming
teenager, with small perky breasts. While rubbing soap on her body, she
would playfully cup her lemon sized breasts, and giggle while pinching
her small pinkish brown nipples. But it was the other girl's breasts that I
was fascinated by.
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They were dark like the rest of her body, and unbelievably firm. Shaped
like a ripe mango, they stood out on her chest like twin peaks. The
highlight was the large black areolas, and her incredibly long pencil
shaped black nipples. My mouth watered every time I saw those nipples,
and I dreamt of sucking on them hard. While Pushpa was brazen enough
to strip to her panties, the other girl was very conscious of being partially
nude in front of another girl, and therefore never took off her ghagra
completely. Pushpa, on the other hand, would playfully squeeze the other
girl's breasts, and pinch her nipples. As she slapped Pushpa's hands
away, I had heard Pushpa laugh, and say "When will mine become as big
as yours, Rani?" "Oh, so her name is Rani", I said to myself.
As I watched them go about their work, my hard-on started throbbing
painfully, as I thought of how they looked while having their bath. I
pulled myself away from the window, as I needed to relieve myself. I had
discovered that my morning wake-up hard-on subsided once I had taken
a pee. As I dragged myself towards the toilet, I remembered I had yet
again forgotten to buy milk.
I was alone at home these days. Due to some rather recent astonishing
developments, my parents had gone to their home town, and would be
there at least for a few months. My maternal grandmother had passed
away recently, and she had left behind in her will, and unbelievably large
amount of money and many acres of land, to her only daughter, which
was my mother. This had changed the fortunes of my family overnight,
and from an ordinary bank clerk, Mr. Desai, my father had suddenly
become a crorepati. Her dying wish had been to ask her son-in-law to
relinquish his job, and come and take care of their vast estate in the
village. My father was more than happy to do that, and thus they had left
for the village to take care of the legal work, and oversee some harvesting
work in the cotton fields. My mother had obviously accompanied him.
But the clincher for me was the surprise my grandmother had left for
him. Being her only grandson, she had arranged for a sum of Rupees
Thirty Thousand to be paid to me every month as pocket money! Thirty
thousand rupees a month! As I pissed in the toilet, I grinned to myself
thinking of my good fortune again. Also, she had instructed his father to
buy me the Yamaha RX-100 bike that I had been craving for so much.
And today, I was to go to the dealer to pick up my brand new bike. My
grin widened as he thought of the immense potential owning a bike
would open up for me. "Now I am sure that bitch Rekha is going to give
me 'bhaav'", I thought to himself. Rekha was the hottest girl in the
neighborhood, and never gave much attention to me, as I could never
afford to buy her gifts, or take her to movies.
My mother was prone to gossiping with the neighborhood women, and

so almost all of them knew of the good fortune that had befallen the
Desai family. And overnight, I had become 'Jignesh bhai' from just
'Jignesh" for all the ladies in the neighborhood, and their 'ladla'. And this
included all the 'aunties' I lusted for too. Kalpana aunty, Sarla bhabhi,
Mayuri ben, and all the other neighborhood ladies had suddenly become
very concerned about how 'poor' Jignesh was managing all alone without
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his mother to take care of him.
Kalpana aunty was the 42-year old wife of Jatin bhai, who ran a business
in the city of collecting and selling scrap. They lived in the house behind,
and it is at their house that the two village girls (Pushpa & Rani) worked
as domestic servants. Like most other low income group folks in the
colony, they too were not very well off. Jatin bhai's prized possession was
a rickety old Bajaj scooter, which he had bought second-hand from
another scrap dealer. He was a fat, overweight, potbellied slob, and I
often wondered how he managed to have sex with his wife, with such a
big pot belly in the way.
They had two children: a son, Dharmesh, who was 19, and was staying
with his aunt in another town, and studying there; and Jigna, a daughter
who was 16, and was in Class X. To augment their meager income,
Kalpana aunty cooked home-made food (roti, dal, rice etc.) and supplied
it to near-by households. My mother had asked Kalpana aunty to provide
meals for me also, and she came to the house to deliver the tiffin box,
twice a day at lunch and dinner. Kalpana aunty was a kind hearted
woman, who often bought homemade sweets for me, along with my food.
Getting a regular customer like the now rich Mr. Desai's son was a boon
for her.
I finished my bath, and was changing when I heard the door-bell ring.
"That must me Kalpana aunty with my lunch", I thought. I hastily pulled
on my jeans, and was about to pull on a t-shirt, when I thought of an

idea. I threw aside my t-shirt, and picked up a sleeveless vest instead. I
had been going to a gym for the last one month now, and had developed
a decent physique. I was especially proud of my biceps; and I wanted
Kalpana aunty to see them. I rushed down and opened the door to see
Kalpana aunty standing there smiling at me, with a tiffin carrier in her
hand.
She was a short, broad, brown skinned, heavyset woman, with a plump
body, and a pleasant round face. Her hair was tied in a bun, as was the
style preferred by most housewives. "Kem chho, Jignesh bhai", she said
to me smiling. "I thought you would still be sleeping", she continued. I
laughed, and taking the tiffin box from her hand, said to her, "Oh aunty,
please come inside." As Kalpana aunty came inside, I noticed her wiping
her forehead with the pallu of her sari. "Oh it's so hot outside", she
sighed, and she sat down on the sofa in the living room. "Let me get you
something cold to drink, aunty", I said as I went into the kitchen and
fetched a glass of cold nimbu pani for her.
Kalpana aunty took the glass gratefully from my hand, and gulped down
the juice thirstily. "You are very kind Jignesh bhai", she said smiling her
thanks at him. I took the opportunity to hold her hand and said to her,
"Oh aunty, please don't call me Jignesh bhai ... call me Jignesh, like you
used to call me when I was small". Kalpana aunty looked up at me and
said, "Ok beta, as you say ... but you have become big people now..." and
her voice trailed off, as her eyes went to my muscular arms and chest in
the vest. She placed her other hand on my palm and said, "You are very
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nice beta, I will call you what you like". "Thank you, aunty", I smiled as I
too placed my other hand on her palm. "It is you who are so nice to me"
he said to her as he looked down, glancing at her cleavage in the process.
Kalpana aunty had ample breasts, at least 38-D as I estimated, and were
pressed together in her tight blouse, which was struggling to hold them.
The pallu of her sari had parted slightly to reveal her blouse at the
shoulders, and I could see the strap of her black bra on her shoulder,
which had come out from below her blouse. She caught my glance, and
with a hint of a smile on her lips, stood up, adjusting the pallu of her sari.
"I better leave now beta, because I have to deliver two more tiffins before
2'o clock", she said as she walked towards the kitchen to keep back the
empty glass. My eyes followed her, and feasted on the gentle swing of her
hips, as she walked.
This, for me, was the most desirable part of Kalpana aunty's body ... her
incredibly big butt. She had possibly the biggest buttocks I had seen on a
woman, and I felt my cock lurch in my jeans, as I looked at her wide hips
and fat butt swing as she walked, with the sari draped tight around them.
I groaned inwardly to myself as I squeezed my cock through my jeans,
"Oh, how I would love to fuck her from behind!" I thought to myself.
Kalpana aunty let herself out, and as she leant forward to put on her
sandals, her pallu slipped off her shoulder again, and I couldn't help but
gaze with lust at her heavy breasts and ample bottom again.
She straightened herself, adjusting her pallu again, and reaching out,
patted me on my cheeks and said, "Beta, please let aunty know if you
need anything ok ... I don't want to give your mother any reason for
complain when she sees you again". I replied in the affirmative, and
waved goodbye to Kalpana aunty, as she stepped out into the hot sun and
proceeded on her errands.
As I closed the door, I decided I needed to do something to get Kalpana

aunty into bed with me. My thoughts wandered to Kalpana bhabhi's 16-
year old daughter, Jigna, too. "Oh fuck", I said to myself, "she is too
young". I got dressed, and went to pick up my bike from the dealer who
had promised delivery today. I got the bike, caught up with a few friends
from school, and after showing off my brand new bike, decided to head
back home. It was nearly 3 in the afternoon when I reached the gate of
his colony. On a sudden impulse, I decided to drop in at Kalpana aunty's
house. I paused for a minute, wondering what reason I would give for the
unexpected visit, and then concluded I could say I came to show them my
new bike. "I hope that Jigna is at home", I mused as I rode towards their
house.
I parked outside and rang the bell. "One minute", hollered Jatin bhai
from inside. Jatin bhai, in his trademark lungi and banian, opened the
door, and his face split into a big smile as he saw me. "Arre, Jignesh bhai
... come in, come in" he said heartily as he took my hand and led me
inside. I told him about my new bike. "Kalpana", Jatin bhai hollered,
"look who has come ... it is Jignesh bhai ... he has come to show us his
new bike". "I am coming", Kalpana aunty said from the bathroom, "I am
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just finishing my bath". Jatin bhai followed Jignesh outside, and

complimented me on the bike, as he looked at it. "You should soon buy a
car now, Jignesh bhai", he said, "you are rich people now ... then
sometimes we poor people can get a lift from you", he chuckled. "Uncle,
please don't call me Jignesh bhai ... I feel so odd", said I, "I am still the
same old Jignesh". "Oh no, you are chhota saheb for us now ... How can I
call you by just your name?" Jatin bhai said with all his false pretentious
submissiveness, "No, no ... I insist on calling you Jignesh bhai", he
concluded.
Hearing the noises, their daughter Jigna, came out, and squealed in
genuine pleasure, "Oh, Jignesh bhai has got a new bike!" as she bounded
towards them clapping her hands in glee. My face it up in elation as I saw
the sexy teenage girl. Jigna was a dark, but very sexy looking girl, with
the same big eyes of her mother. Her body had developed beyond her
years, and as she jumped in joy and admired the bike, I couldn't help but
look at how hot she looked in the school uniform she was in. Her hair
was tied into two braids that lay on either shoulder, and she wore the
beige skirt and white shirt of her school uniform, with a dark brown tie. I
couldn't take my eyes off the way her supple, almost fully developed
teenage breasts jiggled within the shirt of her uniform as she jumped up
and down. She grabbed my hands and pleaded with him. "Oh Jignesh
bhai, please take me for a ride on your bike ... please, please, please... !
Jatin bhai chided him, "Not now dikra, Jignesh bhai must be very tired ...
you can go with him for a round later". The girl's face dropped, and
seeing that I said, "It's OK uncle, I will just take her for one round and
come ... it's no trouble at all". "OK beta" he said, "but come back soon ... I
will tell Kalpu to make tea for you". Jigna broke into a big smile, and
clapped her hands in glee.
I kick started the bike, and asked Jigna to get on to the seat behind him.
As she clambered on to the bike, and swung her leg over the seat, her
skirt rode up above her knees. She placed her hands on my shoulder and
exclaimed "Let's go!!" I rode out slowly, but once they were beyond her
father's eyesight, I opened the throttle and accelerated on the empty
road. "Yes, yes ... faster, faster" Jigna exclaimed, and she wrapped her
arms around me from behind, and held me tight. A current ran thru my
body as I felt her young budding firm breasts press into my back. She had
obviously not started wearing a bra yet, and I could feel my cock stirring
again, as I felt the hot young thing behind me pressing her body to me. I
let go off one hand from the handle, and taking it behind him, placed it
on her bare knee, saying "I hope you are not feeling scared Jigna". "No,
no ... not at all ... I like going fast on the bike Jignesh bhai ... promise me
you will take me for a long ride when pappa is not at home". "OK baby, I
promise", I replied as I swung the bike into the lane of their house.
I parked the bike, and Jigna ran inside to tell her mother all about the
ride. I went inside to see, Kalpana aunty coming out of the kitchen. She
had just finished her bath, and had a towel wrapped around her wet hair.
She was wearing a sari, and her blouse was wet from the hair, showing
the outline of her bra underneath. She looked incredibly arousing. She
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smiled at me warmly, and placed the tray with tea and snacks on the
table in front of us. "Don't spoil Jigna by taking her out too much on your
bike ... you must tell her that you will take her out only if she does her
homework everyday", she chided me playfully.
As they sat drinking tea, Jatin bhai kept asking me all about our new
found wealth, and what we were planning to do. I answered as vaguely as
he could. Jatin bhai started telling me about how badly his business was
doing, and how he owed money to many of his scrap suppliers, and was
unable to get any more credit. He blamed the influx of new people into
the scrap trading business, who were willing to undercut on price just to
get more business. He bemoaned the fact that the new traders were
backed by co-operative banks who gave them loans, while he himself
could not get a loan because he did not have enough money to maintain
the minimum bank balance required to avail of a loan.
I sensed where the conversation was heading. "The bastard wants money
from me. Alright, let me play along, and see what I can get in return", I
told myself inwardly. "Uncle, how much money does the bank require as
deposit for them to give you a loan", I asked with mock innocence. "Oh
beta, they are all cheats ... they say we will give you a loan only if you
have at least 15,000 rupees in the bank ... how can I get that kind of
money ... you know how little margin I make. And on top of that I need
another 5,000 per month to pay the rent of my shop ... that greedy
landlord has increased the rent from 3,500 to 5,000 now because the
others are willing to pay more rent ... if I don't pay him that, he will give
the shop to another trader" he bemoaned. Kalpana aunty stood there
silently, her head bowed slightly, listening to our conversation. I was
silent for a while. I sure had the money. For the last 3 months, the 1
thirty thousand rupees per month had been coming in steadily into my
bank account, and I had barely used 5,000 rupees from that. I still had
about 85,000 lying in the bank, and next month's money were also due
in a week's time.
At that moment, the neighbor opposite Jatin bhai's house called out for
him, and said there was a phone call for him. Since Jatin bhai did not
have a phone in his house, he used to receive his calls at their neighbor's
house. As Jatin bhai excused himself and hurried out. Kalpana aunty
came towards the table to clear the empty tea cups. I saw pain and
helplessness written on her face. As she turned and walked towards the
kitchen, I couldn't help but once again gaze with desire at the way her
massive buttocks moved within the confines of her sari. Jigna had been
sent into the room to do her homework. I got up and followed Kalpana
aunty to the kitchen.
As she washed the dirty cups, she gave me a weak smile, and said "My
husband is not a scrupulous man, beta ... he has borrowed money from
so many people, and has not paid them back. That is why no one trusts
him any more. Whatever money he gets, he spends most of it playing
'matka'. And then he likes drinking also, and keeps buying cheap liquor
from some bootleggers in the city" she continued. The only way we are
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able to make ends meet is because of whatever I earn ... he is telling you
all this now just to get your sympathy and borrow money from you" she
stated matter of factly. "But you are a good boy, beta. My advice to you
would be to not trust him. He will borrow money from you also, and then
waste that also. I don't want to unnecessary spoil the relation of our
family with your father and mother." I was touched by her honesty and
forthrightness.
I quickly made up my mind, and said to her, "Kalpana aunty, you have
been so nice to me; this is the least I can do for you. I want to do
something for you and your daughter. Here's what I have in mind. Let
me lend him the money he requires to get the bank loan. I will not give
him the money personally, but will open an account and deposit it
directly into his account. That way he cannot spend the money
elsewhere. The only money I will give him in cash is the money he
requires to pay his shop's rent. Once he gets the bank loan, he will not
need that also" I concluded. "But what about your money, beta? What if
he does not return it? What if your father comes to know?" she resisted.
"Oh aunty, why do you worry about all those things? I am doing this for
you, aunty. And also, I am going to give this from my money, not my
father's. And I am not expecting it back. If he is able to salvage his
business, it will help improve your & Jigna's life also" I told her with a
smile.
She was silent for a while, and twiddled with the pallu of her sari. Then
she came towards me, and looked at me with deep emotion in her eyes.
She placed her hand on my left arm said, "Jignesh beta, you are very
kind. I don't know what to say. All I can say is that I will do whatever I
can to repay you for your kindness". "Oh you don't know why I am doing
this darling" I thought to myself. Instead, I replied, "Come on aunty,
don't be so formal, after all these years, isn't it my duty to help you when
you need help?" She just smiled, and squeezed my arm. Oh, if only she
knew how badly I needed her to squeeze my cock ... and not my arm.
At that moment, Jatin bhai came back, and I headed back to the living
room. We sat down once again, and I told him that about my plans to
help him out. A big smile split his rotund face, and he came towards me
and grabbed my arms and tried to hug me, thanking me profusely again
and again. He was saying, "Arre Jignesh bhai, see how uparwala has send
you to us ... how can I ever thank you". Turning to Kalpana aunty, he
said, "Kalpu, from this month onwards, don't take money from Jignesh
bhai for the food. That is the least we can do for him. And do whatever
work he needs, and help him in every way you can". "The bastard", I
thought to myself "using his wife to repay a favor". Before Kalpana aunty
could say anything, I interjected, "No, uncle that is not fair. Let us not
mix work with personal things. What I pay for the food, I will continue to
pay. I don't want any debate on that" I said with finality. "OK, as you
wish", conceded Jatin bhai. I took my leave, and stepped out. Kalpana
aunty looked at me with deep affection in her eyes as I started my bike,
and smiled at me. As the bike roared to life, Jigna came running out and
waved me bye. I headed back home.
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I finished my work-out at the gym, and reached home at around 8 pm.

This was normally the time, Kalpana aunty came home to deliver my
dinner. I didn't change, but continued to do some free weights at home in
my gym outfit of a track pant, tight t-shirt, and sneakers. I wanted to
show off my physique to Kalpana aunty again when she came, for I
thought I had sensed her looking at me earlier in the day. The doorbell
rang within a few minutes, and I expectantly opened the door. But it was
not Kalpana aunty. Instead, it was her daughter Jigna, with my tiffin box
in her hand. I was pleasantly surprised. She smiled at me, and told me
she had come to deliver my tiffin. She was still in that school uniform
which I found incredibly hot.
As I took it from her hand, she turned to leave. I stopped her and said
"Why don't you come inside Jigna? Let us both have a Thums Up, which
I have in the fridge". She seemed to struggle for a minute, and then
brightened up and said "Oh Jignesh bhai, I love cold drinks!" I fetched a
bottle of Thums Up. As she drank from it, I noticed she looked a bit low
& depressed. I sat next to her, and asked her what the matter was. She
was silent for a moment, and then broke into sobs, crying "We are going
for a 3-day tour from school, and all my friends are going, but pappa is
saying I cannot go. He says we don't have the money now" she sobbed. "I
asked mummy to give me money, but she does not have enough. The fee
is 2,000 rupees for the whole trip. Mummy is also saying we are not rich
like other people, so I cannot go" she continued. "Oh Jignesh bhai, I want
to go ... I want to go ... next year will be eleventh class, and then my
school will be over ... this is the last chance I have to go with all my class
friends. And when I started crying saying I wanted to go, he slapped
me..." she cried, and broke down sobbing with her face buried in her
hands.
I got up quickly, and closed the door which was open. I then sat down
next to her on the sofa, my thighs touching her thighs, and put my left
arm on her shoulders. Her skirt had again ridden up above her knees,
and I placed my palms on her bare knee. I rubbed her shoulders gently,
and tried to console her. She leant towards me, and continued sobbing
with her head resting on my chest just near my shoulder.
As I continued to rub her shoulder and back, I could feel that she was
wearing a petticoat (like a slip) under her school shirt. I took my hands
off her shoulders, got off the sofa, and knelt in front of her. I took her
hands in mine, and pulled her chin up and asked her to stop crying.
"Jigna, don't cry. I am there no? I will speak to your pappa and mummy,
and I will give you the money for your picnic. Don't worry ok ...
everything will be fine" I consoled her. She finally stopped sobbing, and
looked at me hopefully with those big eyes. "Really, Jignesh bhai ... will
you do that!" she asked incredulously. "But what if pappa & mummy still
say no?" she asked despondently. "Don't you worry, baby ... I will handle
them" I reassured her. As I spoke, my hands were caressing her bare
knee, and I slowly slid my hand a little up to her exposed thighs above
the knees. I kept consoling and reassuring her, as my hands felt the bare
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skin of her knees and thighs.
I didn't want to scare her off, so I stood up. She too jumped up and flung
her hands around me and hugged me, saying "Oh Jignesh bhai, thank
you ... thank you ... thank you so much" she kept saying again and again.
Once again, I felt a current go thru me as I felt her hot firm body against
mine, and her firm young breasts pressed against my lower chest. Her
head reached only up to my chest, and she had pressed her cheeks
against my chest and was holding me tight. I continued to caress her
back, as I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. I took a chance and
pressed my crotch into her body, as I continued to hold her tight. After a
while, she let go off me, and said "Oh, I need to run home now, or they
will start worrying". "When will you speak to them, Jignesh bhai?" I was
thinking about the same thing myself. "I will come to your house after I
finish dinner, on the pretext of returning the tiffin box. I will tell them
that I wanted to take the bike out for a spin in the night, and thought I
might as well drop in and return the empty tiffin box" I replied. She
cheered up on my suggestion, and the smile returned to her face. "I will
wait for you Jignesh bhai" she called out as she ran home with a spring in
her step.
I showered, finished my dinner, and headed for Kalpana aunty's house.

As I rang the bell, the door was once again opened by Jatin bhai. He was
surprised to see me, but before he could say anything I told him I had
dropped in to return the tiffin. He was effusive in his thanks, muttering

"Arre Jignesh bhai, you should not have taken the trouble ... but we are
happy to see you again today ... if only you had told us earlier, we could
have had the honor of serving you food here in our house..." He put his
arms around me, and led me inside, yelling "Kalpu, see who is here...".
He smelt of some cheap booze, and I gathered he had been drinking.
Kalpana aunty came out of the kitchen, wiping her face with the pallu of
her sari, and a smile lit up her face when she saw me. Jatin bhai was in a
garrulous mood, and soon he took me aside and told me in a
conspiratory tone "If you don't mind beta, would you like to have a drink
with me? I know you are young, and I don't know if you will drink the
desi daaru that I drink, but... "his voice trailed off with a sly smile playing
on his lips.
To Be Continued.........
Continuation...
I knew I had him there. Give a drinker a free drink, lend him some
money, and you have him in your pocket. I replied in an equally sly
manner, "Jatin bhai, I have drunk only whisky which my father gets
home from his friends in the military canteen, and also I have drunk
quite a few times with my school friends at parties. I would surely like to
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have a drink with you ... In fact I can go home and fetch a bottle of Scotch
lying in my dad's cupboard ... but I am not sure what Kalpana aunty will
think..." He responded with relief in his voice, and slapping me on my
back said "Oh don't you worry about her ... if you say yes, she will not
object. Let me just run and get something to munch with the drinks ...
you run home and get that bottle" he said almost salivating at the
thought of drinking some expensive foreign liquor.
He quickly pulled on his shirt, and went out on his rickety scooter.
Kalpana aunty and Jigna came out into the room, wondering what was
going on. I explained to Kalpana aunty that I did not want to disappoint
her husband, and therefore had agreed to have a drink with me. "Don't
worry aunty; I had a reason to agree to this. I wanted to sit and have a
talk with him regarding his business, and also wanted to speak to him
about Jigna's picnic tour from school". Kalpana aunty looked at Jigna
with some anger at having involved me in their problems. Sensing the
poor girl's dilemma, I interjected and said that it is I who had proposed
that she go, and I explained to her that I intended to sponsor her trip.
Kalpana aunty was silent again for a while, and then said in a small voice,
"Beta, you are doing so much for us ... how will we ever repay your debt?"
I held her hand again, and said in my most convincing voice "Aunty, all I
want is you to love me..." and smiled at her in what I imagined conveyed
more than just my words.
I went back home, and quickly came back with the bottle of Johnny
Walker that my dad had left in his cupboard. I'd figure out a way to
replace it before he comes, I thought to myself. Jatin bhai was back by
the time I returned to their place. As we drank, I slowly broached the
topic of Jigna's picnic tour, and by the time he was on his second drink, I
had convinced him about it. The fat bastard was so full of false
gratefulness for me that he all but kissed my hand, when I informed him
I'll pay her tour fees. After he'd finished his fourth drink, he was
sufficiently drunk, and was ready to have dinner. I took my leave, and
went back home.
I woke up late the next morning. After a breakfast of cornflakes & milk, I
headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. As I was rinsing the lather
off my body, I heard the door-bell ringing insistently. "Who could it be at
this time of the day?" I cursed. I quickly wrapped a towel around my
waist and rushed to the door. Peering through the peep-hole, I saw that it
was Kalpana aunty's daughter, Jigna at the door. I was caught in two
minds for a minute. Should I open the door as is, or should I change and
then open. I made up my mind quickly, and tightening my towel around
my waist, I opened the door. Jigna was about to say something, when her
eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, the water droplets dripping
of my muscular body, clad only in a bath towel, in front of her. Her voice
caught in her throat, and her hand involuntarily went to her mouth. She
was in her school uniform, apparently ready to leave for school. "Hi
Jigna, how are we this morning?" I greeted her heartily. She gathered
herself quickly, as I invited her in. She mumbled something
incomprehensible, as she came in tentatively. I closed the door behind
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her, and turned to her, still smiling. She was having a tough time keeping
her eyes off my body. "So what can I do for you, baby? Would you like to
have something to drink?" I asked her casually, as I toweled my hair with
another towel.
"I ... I came to ask if you could ... give me the money for the picnic tour
fees now..." she said tentatively. "Of course ... I almost forgot about it.
Just give me a minute." I responded. As she sat down on the sofa, I went
into my room and came back with the cash she needed. I sat down next
to her on the sofa, and handed her the money. She took it from my hand,
and smiled at me gratefully. "Thank you so much, Jignesh bhai" she said
with tenderness, "I don't know what I can do to repay your kindness..." I
just laughed, and taking my chance, put my arms around her shoulders,
and told her "Come on baby, you don't need to thank me ... you know
how much I like you" I said as I casually placed my other hand on her
knee which had become exposed now as her skirt had ridden up. She
lowered her head, and seemed to be struggling to say something. A
couple of times she opened her mouth to say something, but then
stopped herself. "What is it; Jigna ... is there something else? Come on,
tell me. You don't have to feel shy with me" I probed, rubbing her knee
casually in the process, and sliding my palm up by an inch to feel her
thigh as well. "Our teacher told us... "She paused, "Our teacher told us to
carry some pocket money also ... incase we wanted to have some snacks,
or ice cream ... or buy some souvenirs" she continued. I asked pappa &
mummy for that, but he refused saying that I should not waste money on
all that. And mummy was only able to give me 250 rupees from her
savings, because that is all she had. But I..." Her voice trailed off. "So you
need some more money, is it?" I asked her with a smile.
She nodded, those big eyes looking at me with hope. "How much will you
need, baby?" I asked her in a quite voice. She hesitated, and then said
"My friends are saying they are all taking 500 rupees..." I nodded, and
got up. I came back from my room, and without a word, handed her two
notes of 500 bucks. Her eyes widened as she saw the money, and she
blurted out "But I need only..." "Shhh... "I interrupted her "Keep this
baby. Don't tell your parents anything about it. I want my dear Jigna to
have a good time, and have fun" I told her with a smile on my face. She
jumped up from the sofa she was sitting on, and with a cry threw her
arms around me "Ohhh Jignesh bhai ... you are so nice ... you are so nice
... thank you ... thank you so much..." she exclaimed. I stiffened as I felt
her young tight body press against me once again. This time I put my
arms around her, and pressed her to me. "You are most welcome, baby ...
anytime you need anything, just come and ask your Jignesh bhai" I told
her as I caressed her back with one hand. My other hand slid down
slowly and rested on her well formed buttocks, and I felt them in my
arms. She had inherited her mother's butt alright. Fleshy, round, and
well formed. "Her ass is going to grow real big as she grows up" I thought
to myself. She stood there with her arms around me; her head resting on
my chest, as I gently squeezed her butt, and pulled her to me. I could feel
my cock stirring, and I could feel it pressing against her lower belly.
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Before I lost control of myself, I pushed her away from me gently, and
holding her by her shoulders, told her sweetly "Now you run along and
go to school, baby ... I also have to get ready and go out now." She smiled
brightly, and said "OK, Jignesh bhai ... will you come home to meet us
today?" she asked hopefully. I laughed and said, "If you want me to
come, I will come baby" "Oh yes, please come ... please come ... I will wait
for you". As she turned to leave, and opened the door, a sudden thought
occurred to me. "Wait a minute, Jigna" She turned, and I asked "For your
school tour, are you supposed to wear your school uniform only ... or can
you wear casual clothes?" "No bhaiya, we don't have to wear our uniform,
we can wear any clothes we like. Why?" she asked back. "So what clothes
do you plan to take Jigna?" I queried further. "I don't know ... I haven't
thought about it ... I only have Punjabi dresses, so I will take that only"
she responded. I drew back my lips and made a thoughtful face "Hmmm
... do all your friends also wear Punjabi dresses only?" I asked. "No, the
other girls are from richer families, so they wear jeans and t-shirts and
skirts and tops... " she responded "But I don't have any of those clothes"
she concluded, her face falling. "OK, why don't we do something, baby ...
why don't you come back a little early from school today, and I will take
you shopping ... we will buy some new clothes for you. How does that
sound?" I asked with a smile.
Her eyes widened, and her face broke into a huge smile. She clasped her
hands together and said excitedly "Really Jignesh bhai... " But then her
face dropped and she said in a dull voice "But my parents will never allow
that." "Don't you worry about that baby" I assured her "Your dad will
never come to know about it ... and I will convince your mom" On
hearing this, she clapped her hands in joy, and jumped up and down like
a little girl. Once again, she threw her arms around me and said "Oh
thank you Jignesh bhai ... thank you ... thank you". Since the door was
open, I pushed her away quickly, and patting her cheek, told her "Now
you go, and come back early by about 1:30 in the afternoon. By that time
I would have spoken to your mom, and we will be able to go and finish
shopping before your mom comes back. She trotted off gaily, waving her
bye to me. "Jignesh, you devious bastard..." I thought to myself, as I
closed the door behind her. After Jigna left, I called up a friend of my
dad's who ran a boutique garment store for women in the city. He was
naturally thrilled to receive my call. The news of our family's windfall was
by now known to most of our friends. I explained to him that I would be
coming to his shop with the daughter of one of our family friends, and
that I intended to buy some clothes of significant value. I also added that
I would be over the next week or so bringing more customers to his shop.
"Of course beta, I will be more than happy to be of service to you. I won't
be at the shop, but I will make sure my staff attends to your needs well"
he replied effusively. I hung up after fixing up an appointment for 3
o'clock at his store.
At noon, Kalpana aunty rang the bell, as was the routine to deliver my
lunch. By then I had changed into my slacks & t-shirt. I opened the door
and greeted her warmly. She smiled, and came in. She went into the
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kitchen to serve the food for me. I followed her, and said "Oh don't
bother about that aunty, I will manage on my own." "No beta, at least
allow me to do something for you. You have been so kind to us..." she
replied with a smile. My eyes watched her as she transferred the contents
of the tiffin box into various plates & bowls. She had tied the pallu of her
sari around her waist, and from where I stood, I could see the bottom
half of her heavy breasts in the blouse. My cock stirred as I admired her
huge butt, encased tightly in her sari.
As she lifted her hand to wipe her brow with the sleeve of her blouse, I
got a glimpse of her whole right breast in the blouse. They were big, and
because of her broad structure, spread broad over her chest as well. As
she wiped her brow, I also noted that her blouse was torn at the armpit,
and the cloth was soaked with sweat. I made a mental note of that. She
served me the food, and sat watching me with a smile on her face, her
face resting on her hands. We chatted casually as I ate. Once In finished,
she cleared the plates, and even washed them, in spite of my protests.
As she came back to the living room, wiping her hands on her pallu, I
said "Aunty, can you sit for a while ... there is something I want to discuss
with you." "Of course beta" she said promptly and sat down on the sofa. I
went and sat next to her, as close as I could, with my thighs touching her
thighs. I took her hand in hers, and caressing the top of her palms, I told
her about my plan to buy some clothes for Jigna to wear for her tour. She
listened as I spoke, and was quite for some time after I finished. "Beta, I
don't know what to say. You have already done so much for us ... and
now this. I don't know whether I can bear the weight of your generosity.
And I don't want to spoil Jigna by pampering her too much..." she said. I
got off the sofa, and knelt down on the floor in front of her.
Placing my hands on her thighs, I said "Aunty, please don't talk this way.
You make me feel like I am 'paraya' (just an acquaintance), and not one
of you." Seeing the expression on my face, she smiled weakly, and placing
her palm on my cheeks, said "OK beta, as you wish. Just don't tell Jatin
about this ... I don't know how he will react." I smiled, and stood up. She
too got up to leave. I saw her to the door and closed the door behind her.
As I had told, Jigna landed up at my door just before half past two. I was
ready. We left for the city on my bike. Once again, she put her arms
around my waist, and held on to me, and I enjoyed the feel of her young
firm breasts pressing against my bike. We reached the store, and I was
glad to step into the air-conditioned environment after the heat outside.
As I introduced myself, the store manager leapt up from his chair, and
shook hands with me vigorously. "Naresh sir told me you would be
coming, sir" he said effusively, still shaking my hands. Jigna was looking
around the store in awe. Being a high-end boutique store, it was every
girl's dream come true, with everything from apparel, to footwear, to
lingerie, swimwear, and accessories. Being afternoon, there were sparsely
any customers. The store manager led me to the first floor, where a sales
girl was waiting obediently. Turning to me, he said "Sir, this is Sapna.
She will assist you in selecting whatever you need for this young lady
here".
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The girl stepped forward with a smile, and said "Hello, sir". I stretched
my hand out and shook hands with her, looking into her eyes with a
smile. She was attractive alright. She seemed about 21 or 22. She was
dark by any standards, but had very attractive features. Her hair was tied
up in a tight bun, as was the norm for sales girls. She was dressed in a
uniform of sorts comprising of a plain white shirt and a pair of black
ladies trousers. She was of medium height, and through her loose shirt, I
could see she had a pair of decent tits. The store manager departed
saying "If you need any help, just call me, sir. If you don't mind, I need to
go down to tend to some work". I nodded my assent, and he left.
Jigna had already wandered off, and was looking around the store wide-
eyed, and biting her nails, enthralled at the sight of the stuff on display in
the store. The sales girl stood looking at me expectantly. Pulling out my
wallet, I walked up to her, and with a smile, spoke in a hushed voice. "See
I don't have any experience in buying things for girls, so I need your help.
I want you to pick some stuff that makes her look really sexy" I said
looking into her eyes, with a smile, and followed it up with a conspiratory
wink for effect. I extracted a 500 rupee note from my wallet, and pressed
it into her hand. "This is for you, Sapna ... make her happy, and I will be
happy." I could see her eyes light up when she saw the money. Sliding it
quickly inside the pocket of her trousers, she nodded her enthusiastically,
saying "I understood you, sir ... I won't disappoint you." I called out to
Jigna, who came hurrying to me. "OK Sapna, I want you to pick a few
pairs of well fitting jeans for her." The girl got to work immediately, and
took Jigna's waist measurement, which turned out to be 26. She led us to
a rack of Lee Cooper jeans, which were the latest to hit the market, and
pulled out a couple and showed them to Jigna.
Jigna ran her fingers through the denim appreciatively, and nodded her
head with a big smile, indicating she liked them. She turned around the
jeans, and gasped when she saw the price tag on one. None of them were
less than 1800 rupees. I put my hands on her shoulder, and said "Listen
baby, I don't want you to look at the price OK? Just pick whatever you
like." She nodded her head silently. The sales girl gave her one pair, and
asked her to try it on. She led her to the trial room, as I waited outside.
The girl excused herself for a minute, and went to another chamber at
one corner of the shop. After a minute, I heard Jigna call out from the
trial room "Jignesh bhai, can you come here one minute please?" I went
up to the trial room, and my heart missed a beat when I saw the sight she
presented.
She had put on the jeans alright, but since she was wearing a petticoat
under her school uniform shirt & skirt, she hand pulled up the petticoat,
and was holding it bunched together along with the tail of her shirt, at
her waist. "How does it look, Jignesh bhai ... is the fit good?" she asked
me innocently. The jeans fit her beautifully, accentuating her sexy butt.
"She sure has a great ass" I thought to myself. I walked up to her, and
looked at her appreciatively. "It fits you on your thighs very well Jigna,
but I am not able to make out how it fits you on your hips. Why don't you
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do one thing? Take off your petticoat, and just wear the jeans with your
shirt ... then we will be able to see the fit better..." I told her. She bobbed
her head again, and closed the door of the trial room again.
As I sauntered back to the main area, I saw the sales girl Sapna waiting
for me. But there was a transformation to her now. She was looking
visibly freshened up, and her hair also had been tidied up. As I walked up
to her, I could smell the fresh fragrance of some spicy perfume. But what
caught my attention was the fact that she had now left the top two
buttons of her uniform shirt open, showing a hint of her cleavage, and all
of her neck. "Aah, the bitch is trying to seduce me..." I grinned to myself
inwardly. I walked up to her with my hands tied behind my back, and
when I was next to her, I bent forward and said softly with a smile "You
look great, Ms. Sapna" She almost blushed, and her hand instinctively
went up to tuck inside an stray strand of hair, as she replied "Oh, thank
you sir." I just smiled back at her.
Jigna called out to me again from the trial room, and I went back. What I
saw made my cock stiffen up instantly. The sexy teenager, had removed
her slip, and was now standing looking at me expectantly in the jeans
and only her white shirt. She had a wide smile on her face as she asked
me "Now how does it look Jignesh bhai?" I nodded my head slowly;
putting on a scrutinizing look on my face, as I consciously looked at her
jeans and not her torso.
The shirt was covering her waist completely, and as I came closer to her,
I saw her bare perky tits protruding through the thin fabric of her white
shirt. Since the light in the trial room above the mirror was behind her, I
could see the silhouette of her body thru the thin shirt. I swore I could
see the dark tips of her delicious breasts, and her nipples protruding
through the shirt. I dragged my eyes away from her chest, and tried to
focus on her jeans. I asked her to turn around. "Just lift up your shirt a
little bit, Jigna ... I want to see how it fits you on your waist" I instructed
her. She did that without any hesitation, and I noted that her sexy round
butt filled out the jeans well. Her twin butt cheeks were looking
eminently squeezable in the tight jeans.
Once again I asked her to turn around towards me, and on the pretext of
inspecting the fit, I placed my hands on the exposed part of her waist
which was showing as she was holding the shirt up. Her soft skin was hot
to touch. I casually lifted the end of the shirt higher near her belly, on the
pretext of inspecting, and was greeted with the sight of her sexy belly and
belly button, with just the hint of some hair trailing down into the 'V' of
her crotch. I stepped back, and looking at her said "This looks great, baby
... let's take this." She clapped her hands in joy and exclaimed "Oh great
... I also loved this." Putting my hands on my hips, I said to her "Jigna,
just stand up straight, and pose for me ... I want to see how good you
look." "How bhaiya?" she asked me naively. "Oh, just put your hands on
your hips, throw your shoulders back, and jut your hips out to one side" I
said, demonstrating how it was to be done. She did that immediately.
As she placed her hands on her hips, swung her hip provocatively to one
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side, and threw back her shoulders, I could see her firm perky tits
straining against the thin shirt. My cock was beginning to get really
uncomfortable inside my pants now. "Like this, bhaiya?" she asked me
expectantly. "Umm ... perfect. Now do one more thing dear. Push your
shirt collar back and open the top button of your shirt" I said
conversationally, all the while looking at her body in a most professional
manner. She hesitated for a moment, and then immediately obeyed me.
As she opened the top button of her shirt, pushed the collar back, and
posed for me again with her hands on her hips; I almost wanted to grab
her and take her there & then in the trial room. Her breasts were
incredibly firm, as the stood out straight, and strained against her shirt.
With great difficulty, I pulled my eyes off her and said, "Ok, that's great
... now let's go pick a few more".
As I came back to the main display area, the sales girl said to me "Sir, no
other customer will be allowed here, so you can tell baby ji to come out
and show you her dresses, if you like. You can sit her comfortably in the
sofa here." That was cool with me, so I asked Jigna to come out. As Jigna
walked wearing the jeans and the shirt, the sales girl immediately noticed
her bra-less breasts jiggling free under her shirt. She turned to look at me
with a question in her eyes. I let a brief smile flicker on my face and
winked at her. She smiled back and nodded her head, seemingly to say
that she understood. The sales girl helped Jigna select two more jeans,
and finally she had selected a total of 3 pairs.
Next I wanted to pick some tops or t-shirts for her to go with the jeans.
Again the girl selected a few tight round-neck t-shirts, some polo neck t-
shirts, and some spaghetti strap tight tops for Jigna. She knew what I
was looking for, and I smiled my approval at her as she handed over the
clothes for Jigna to take into the trial room. As Jigna left, she came up to
me and said "Sir, to wear these tops, I think baby ji should wear a bra.
Otherwise..." and her voice trailed off. I nodded my head in
understanding, and told her with a smile, "You tell her that, but first let
me see how she looks as is with just the top." Again she blushed, but this
time returned my naughty smile with a flirtatious one of her own. As I
settled down comfortably on the sofa, I patted the seat on my side and
beckoned her to come. She came and sat down at my side with a smile,
albeit at a respectable distance.
Soon Jigna came out, and seeing her now, I knew this chick had
potential. She looked incredibly sexy, in the tight figure hugging three-
quarter length blue jeans, and a tight round neck white t-shirt (with a
teddy bear on the chest) that left a inch of bare flesh exposed at her belly.
As she posed in front of me with the same expectant look in her eyes, I
couldn't help but look at the way her breasts looked in the tight top. The
tightness of the t-shirt gave a nice shape to her perky breasts, and I could
see her perky nipples poking thru the thin fabric. "You look sexy, Jigna" I
commented, much to her joy.
As she hopped back to the changing room, I nodded at Sapna, who

immediately followed her. Soon she re-appeared, and went to a section
where lingerie and undergarments were on display. She picked up a
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couple of colored t-shirt bras, as well as white & black ones, and came up
to me to show them to me for approval. I nodded, and she disappeared
into the passage of the trial room to hand them over to Jigna. Soon Jigna
appeared again, this time sporting a different polo-neck t-shirt, and there
was a wide grin on her face. She beckoned to me excitedly, and when I
walked up to her, she whispered excitedly in my ears "You know Jignesh
bhai, that didi has given me a bra to wear ... this is the first time I am
wearing a bra ... it feels really nice ... how does it look?" "It looks
fantastic, dear" I told her. The sales girl Sapna stood at a distance
watching us with an amused look on her face.
Once we had finished with her clothes, I called the sales girl aside, and
told her to pick some sexy matching lingerie (bra & panties) for Jigna.
She picked quite a few really sexy pairs, the ones with a wire-support at
the base, and of the satin-cum-lace material, and in various colors like
red, blue, black, lavender etc. That's when I realized that Jigna needed a
32-B sized bra. The erection I had was beginning to subside now, when I
heard Jigna call out to me from the trial room again. When I walked up
to the room and opened the door, I was presented with yet another dick-
raising sight. There is no sight sexier that a girl posing for you, clad in a
pair of great jeans and a black bra. That's what Jigna wanted to show me.
She seemed a little shy, and held her hands rigidly by her side as she
asked me haltingly "Jignesh bhai, I just wanted to hear from you whether
these bras which didi has given me ... suit me?" "Suit you! Baby, they are
awesome! You don't know how sexy you look in these" I responded
enthusiastically. Her face lit up again when she heard that, and she posed
excitedly for me with her hands on her hips.
She looked every young man's dream now ... a teenage bitch posing in a
bra. I reached out to her on the pretext of adjusting the strap on her
shoulder, and felt her bare skin. My hands trembled slightly as I touched
her, and I brushed my fore-arm on the swell of her breasts. Her perky tits
felt incredibly firm to my touch, but she hardly realized what I was doing.
Still fidgeting with her strap, I said "You know baby, I want to buy you a
bikini too ... incase you go to some place where there is a beach, you
could wear one, you know..." I said hopefully. "Oh no, bhaiya" she
responded "We will be going to a beach, but how can I wear a bikini..."
she said shyly. "But I would still like to have one..." she added quickly. I
grinned inwardly when I heard that.
I quickly gave instructions to Sapna, who returned with a sexy two-piece

bikini. I left Jigna alone to wear it. Once she was done, I returned to have
a look. This time, it was even better than ever. Imagine a sexy young
dusky 16-year old teenage girl, with a body just beginning to blossom, in
a two-piece black bikini with red polka dots. And to add to the sexiness,
this was the type that had just strings to tie the bikini-top around the
neck & back, and strings tying the bikini bottom around the waist. For
once Jigna was distinctly shy, as she stood in front of me fidgeting with
her hands. My cock was ready to burst out of its pants now. She looked
ravishing enough to eat. The bikini-bra barely covered her mounds, and
showed a fair bit of the flesh of her perky tits. The bikini-panty was even
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skimpy, just about covering the mound of her pussy & ass, with just the
thin strings tied on either side of her hips.
I asked her to turn around, and as she did, I feasted my eyes on her bare
back with just the string tied in a knot at her back, and her incredibly
sexy rounded fleshy butt. Since her back was towards me, she was
looking at the expression on my face in the mirror in front of her. I
smiled at her in the mirror and walking up close to her, decided to take a
chance. I put my arms around her from behind, and hugged her from
behind with my arms pressed on her belly. I rested my chin on her
shoulders; pressing my crotch into her butt, I whispered into her ears,
"Jigna, you know you are the sexiest girl I have ever seen". Before she
could say anything, I planted a quick kiss on her shoulder, and
disengaged. She turned around and looked at me with a shy smile. Seeing
her comfortable, I reached out and gently touched the skin below her
neck, and ran my fingers down till I could feel the firm flesh of the upper
portion of her breasts. She shivered at my touch, but didn't do anything
to stop me.
To Be Continued ....
Part - 3
I decided enough was enough for today, and told her that we could leave
if she was done. As she was changing back into her school uniform
clothes, we picked up some footwear for Jigna, and also some accessories
like belts, purses etc. When we were through, I went back to Sapna, the
sales girl, and pressed another 500 rupee note into her hand. "This is
also for you, Sapna. Thank you very much for your help." She smiled
gratefully as she took the money from me, and responded with a bow of
her head and a smile "It was my pleasure, sir."
As I was settling the bill in cash at the counter, the sales girl stood by
with the bags in her hand. The store manager once again thanked me
effusively for coming to his store, and said he hoped it was a pleasant
experience. I said it was indeed a pleasant experience, and that it was
thanks to Sapna for making it one. The girl's face beamed in pride when I
praised her in front of her manager. When the cashier returned the
change to me, which was some 650-odd bucks, I slid the money across
the counter to where Sapna was standing, and said to her, "This is for
you, Ms. Sapna ... for your excellent service." Her eyes widened in
surprise at being tipped yet again, and she managed to blurt out "Oh,
than you sir ... thank you very much."
I walked out with Jigna before her or the sales manager could say
anything. On our way back home, Jigna hugged me even tighter than
before, this time resting her head on my shoulder. I responded in kind by
caressing her knees. When we reached home, seeing the number of bags
in our hand, Kalpana aunty clutched her mouth in shock and exclaimed
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"Oh beta, how many clothes have you bought for this silly girl ... you will
spoil her this way..." I replied "Relax aunty ... trust me." She prepared
tea, and after drinking that, I said I would go home and come back with
the money for Jatin bhai. I was back in a jiffy, and within an hour's time
Jatin bhai was home. He was mighty happy to see me. As Kalpana aunty
served him tea, I slid the envelope in which I had put the money, across
the table to him. He picked it up, and after glancing at the contents
inside, he jumped up from his chair, and coming over to me pumped my
hand gratefully, saying thanks over & over again. Kalpana aunty just
looked at me with a grateful look in her eyes. As he went into his room to
keep the money in his locker, Kalpana aunty requested me to stay back
for dinner. I naturally agreed.
Kalpana aunty and Jigna served dinner. While eating, Jatin bhai
suggested that I sleep over at their place that night. My heart leapt at the
thought, but I kept myself sufficiently aloof, and pretended to be unsure
about the idea. Seeing my reluctance, Kalpana aunty also intervened, and
requested that I sleep over at their place. "We don't have an AC in the
house like yours Jignesh bhai, but we will be very happy if you sleep over
here today", she said sweetly. Jigna also chimed in saying "Please stay
back ... please ... please ... please..." I laughed, and said "OK, if all of you
are insisting so much, I will".
Upon my agreeing, mother & daughter got busy in readying the bedroom
for me to sleep in. The house had two bedrooms, one occupied by Jatin
bhai & Kalpana aunty, and the other shared by Dharmesh (who was now
staying with his aunt) and Jigna. They insisted on me sleeping in the
main bedroom, while they would adjust between the other bedroom and
the living room. But I was adamant on not disturbing their daily routine,
and put my foot down and said that I would sleep in the other bedroom
on their son's bed. I kept my fingers crossed hoping the two of them
would not have any concerns about me sleeping in the same room as
their teenage daughter. Thankfully, they didn't, and I felt my cock stir
thinking of the opportunities this could potentially lead to.
Since I had not carried any night clothes, Kalpana aunty gave me one her
husband's lungis, and modestly said "I hope you don't mind this, beta ... I
don't have any other clothes to offer you." I dismissed her reluctance, and
changed into the lungi and my vest. Jatin bhai staggered to the bedroom,
and called Kalpana aunty to join him. She said she would join him after
finishing washing the dishes, even Jigna went into the bedroom to sleep.
I kept Kalpana aunty company in the kitchen, as she washed the vessels,
while I generally chatted up with her, and took every opportunity to look
at her heavy body in as much detail as I could through her sari.
On finishing her work, she wished me good night, and headed to their
bedroom. I noted that she closed the door. I entered the other bedroom,
and saw that Jigna was in one of the beds, and seemed fast asleep. She
had a sheet covering herself, and so I could not see anything of her body.
I switched off the light and lay down on the other bed across the room,
which used to be her brother's. My cock had been straining to get out of
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my undies all the day long, and with the intent of giving it some room, I
took off my undies before lying down. It crossed my mind that the lungi
might come off in the night, and I might be seen in an awkward position
if anyone in the house woke up in the morning before I did. But then, I
also wanted to see how far I could go with the women in this house.
With a sigh, I slid my hand inside the lungi and slowly started stroking
my rigid cock. I desperately wanted to ejaculate and had removed my
handkerchief from my jeans precisely for that reason. There was some
light filtering into the room, from the streetlights outside the window,
and also from the cracks of the adjacent bedroom where Jatin bhai &
aunty were. I glanced towards the sleeping form of Jigna, and slowly
proceeded to stroke my cock to full hardness. After a while, my thoughts
were broken by a whisper. "Jignesh bhai, Jignesh bhai, are you awake?"
it was Jigna whispering to me from her bed. I whispered back "Yes,
Jigna". I could sense her thinking of what to say next.
I rose from my bed and went across to hers. I sat down beside her, and
saw that she was lying on her side facing me. "What happened, Jigna?" I
asked her in a whisper. Her sheet had slid down to her belly, and I saw in
the dim light that she was in her petticoat (the slip) which she had worn
under her school uniform. Perhaps this was what she slept in every night.
It was a cheap white cotton petticoat, which was like a slip, sleeveless of
course, and with buttons at the back. It reached above her knees, midway
between her thighs and her hips. In the position she lay, I could see the
outline of her firm perky breasts pressing through the material of her
petticoat. My heart was racing, as I realized how dangerous a position I
was in if either of her parents were to wake up and come into the room. I
placed my palm on her arms, and whispered hoarsely, "Tell me, Jigna".
Her skin felt hot to my touch, and I could almost feel the heat radiating
from her body. My instinct told me that she wanted me, and badly at
that. My cock was fully erect now, and I was afraid it might scare her off.
But the way I was sitting, and with the darkness in the room, it was
unlikely she could see my shaft sticking up thru the lungi. "Jignesh bhai,
I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for me. I am
so..." her whispering voice trailed off. I squeezed her bare arm, and she
responded by snuggling up closer to my thighs. She took my other hand
in hers, and kissed it, and then held my hand tucked below her chin
touching her neck. "Oh boy, this babe is falling for me..." I thought to
myself. "Jigna, my dear ... do you know that Jignesh bhai has always
liked you very much ... and ... and..." I paused in between, unsure of
whether to say what I wanted to say " I find you very very sexy" I
whispered to her. "Really, Jignesh bhai?" she whispered back. I was
caressing her bare arm, and slowly slid my arm to her back, and began to
rub her back gently, my palms sliding over the buttons at the back of her
petticoat. I could feel her body respond to my touches, as she pressed her
face closer to my hand which she was holding pressed against her neck.
My heart was hammering with the fear of being discovered, and my rigid
cock was quivering under the lungi. "Yes, Jigna ... you are really sexy ...
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and I find myself very attracted to you" I repeated to her. Her breathing
was getting faster, and she squirmed a bit on the bed, squeezing her
thighs together. "You are lying Jignesh bhai..." she breathed out " ... you
are saying that only to make me happy" she whispered with a pout on her
face. "I know I am not sexy ... you have many other girl friends like
Sushma didi and Neelam didi who are really so sexy..." she continued.
"Oh man" I groaned inwardly, "this hot little thing has been keeping tabs
on who visits my house." She was talking about two girls from my school
who used to visit me often. I'd had my share of fun with them, but that's
another story.
I decided it was time to strike when the iron was hot. With another
scared glance at the closed door of the other bedroom (where the lights
were still on), I took her hand in mine, and placed it on my rigid boner
which was now towering through my lungi. "Now do you believe me
Jigna ... see what you have done to me" I said softly to her. I felt a
shudder pass through her body, as I wrapped her small hands around my
cock through the lungi, and squeezed them. A small gasp escaped her, as
she stiffened. "Now do you believe me, baby?" I repeated softly. She let
out a hoarse whisper "Yes, Jignesh bhai, I..." and her voice trailed off
once again.
That was all the assurance I needed ... and I started to rub her back with
a little more pressure with my left hand, feeling the fabric of her
petticoat, while my right hand started caressing her cheeks and neck with
the back of my palm. She did not let go off my cock thru my lungi, and
continued to hold it with her hands exactly the way I had made her to. I
grew bolder and started to unbutton her petticoat from behind, and
within a few moments had opened all the buttons at the back of her
petticoat. She made no attempt to stop me. Seeing her willingness, I slid
my hand inside her petticoat, and touched the hot skin of her back. Her
body shivered at my touch, and she tightened the grip on my cock, albeit
thru my lungi.
Her petticoat was now fully opened from the back, and her back was bare
from the nape of her neck up to her waist. I could also see her white
panties through the opening of her petticoat at her back. In the position
she was lying in, sideways facing me, it was difficult for me to feel her
breasts by inserting my hands inside her petticoat from behind. Sensing
my difficult, she slid my other hand (which she had been holding against
her neck) down to her chest, so that my palm was now resting against her
firm supple breasts, thru her petticoat. She turned and lay on her back
now, with her breasts jutting upwards thru her cotton slip.
I cupped her small yet firm breasts with my palm and squeezed them
gently. Her nipples had become erect by now, and were showing thru the
thin cotton of her petticoat. She responded by clutching at my cock
harder. "Do you want to see Jignesh bhai's thing, baby?" I muttered in a
hoarse whisper. A soft moan escaped her lips, which I presumed was a
yes from her. I parted my lungi, and bared my stiff cock. She gasped
when she saw my rigid boner. I had a reasonably big cock, which swelled
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to about 7" when fully erect. But more importantly, my cock was thicker
than average. "Have you seen this before, Jigna" I asked her softly. "Yes
bhai, I have seen..." she seemed to be grappling with words " ... my
pappa's one, whenever he and mummy go to the bedroom to do sex."
"You mean you have seen your folks having sex, baby!!!" I asked
incredulously.
"This girl knows more than I thought", I thought to myself. She's been
getting her sex education lessons watching her parents screw. "Jignesh
bhai, see the lights are still on in their room ... that means they are doing
it now" she whispered to me again. "Come let me show you" saying that
she got up quickly on moved silently to the other bedroom's door. As I
followed her, I saw how erotic she looked in the white slip, with all the
buttons at the back opened ... her back bare. She stopped and knelt at her
parents' bedroom door, and pointed to me the numerous cracks on the
door, through which light was seeping through. She peeped through one
of the cracks, quickly withdrew, and then beckoned me to have a look. I
knelt by her side and put my eye to one of the cracks in the door. The
scene that met my eyes inside nearly made me cum at that very moment.
The lights were on, and Kalpana aunty was sitting on the bed in just her
dark green blouse and petticoat. Jatin bhai lay like a slobbering king on
the bed, while Kalpana aunty sat by his side. She was caressing his chest,
as they talked. Kalpana aunty was sitting facing the closed the door and I
could see how big her breasts were. Though short, she was a broad
woman, and consequently her big breasts too seemed to be spread wider
on her chest. They were stretched tight in the confines of her blouse, and
yet seemed really big. Jatin bhai was absent mindedly fondling her
breasts through her blouse, as they went about talking. Soon he slid her
hand, which had been caressing his chest, towards his huge pot belly, to
the area below thru his lungi. As he parted his lungi, his erect cock came
into view. It was a small one by the standards of his bulk, and definitely
too small to fill a wide hipped woman like Kalpana aunty. Kalpana aunty
took his cock in her hand and started to stroke it up and down with a
practiced motion.
He soon muttered something to her, and in response she let go off his
cock, and started to open the hooks of her blouse. She got up for a
minute, and took off her blouse completely. The sight of her in her
petticoat and bra was a feast for my eyes. Then she went back and sat
down by his side, again the facing the closed door. Her breasts seemed
even bigger, and were straining to get free of the tight confines of the
black bra she wore underneath. She then reached behind and unhooked
her bra, and with a swift motion pulled it off her ample breasts. And
there, bared for her husband, were the breasts of my beloved Kalpana
aunty, which I had been thirsting to see for so long.
My cock jerked spontaneously at the sight, and I felt Jigna move by my

side. In my excitement, I had almost forgotten she was there next to me.
It was an incredible situation. The wife sitting on the bed, in just her
petticoat, baring her large heavy breasts, by the side of her husband who
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was lying prone on his back, his cock sticking out ... while I was stooping
forward to peep through one of the cracks on their bedroom door, their
teenage daughter sitting in front of me, all the buttons at her back open,
peeping through another crack in the daughter. My cock gave another
involuntary twitch as I realized how hugely erotic the position was.
Kalpana ben now started to stroke her husband's rigid (but small) cock,
while her husband squeezed and fondled her big heavy breasts. Her
breasts were large, in line with the rest of her body. They were round and
full, and rested heavily on her belly with the amount of sag that was
natural for her age. Her dark brown nipples and areolas were at
attention, as they succumbed to the ministrations of Jatin bhai.
As I glanced at Jigna, I saw that she was squeezing her thighs together
watching the scene inside. With a soft groan, I wrapped my hands
around her torso from behind, and cupped her firm supple breasts
through her slip. A soft moan escaped her lips, as she arched her back to
push more of her breasts into my cupped palms. I couldn't resist leaning
forward and kissing her on her bare back, which was exposed thanks to
my having opened all the buttons of her petticoat. As Kalpana aunty
stroked Jatin bhai's cock slowly, he grunted something to her, which
made her lean forward towards him, dangling her heavy breasts closer to
his now almost fully rigid cock. As she leant forward, she rubbed his hard
cock against her heavy breasts and nipples. As she did that, I took off my
arms from around Jigna, and instead slid them inside her petticoat,
through the opening made by the buttons at the back.
Once again I slid my hands inside her petticoat, and cupped her bare
budding breasts with both his hands. I loved the feel of her firm supple
breasts in my palms, and her hard nipples were almost burning into my
palm. I squeezed her tits gently, and I noticed that she was breathing so
heavy now; I thought she would have her orgasm soon. I pressed my
hardness against her plump butt, and ground my hips to roll my rigid
cock on her fleshy buttocks.
In the meantime, inside, on another grunt from Jatin bhai, Kalpana

aunty moved her face closer to his cock, and promptly took it inside her
mouth. Expertly, she fingered his swollen balls, as she moved her head
up and down ... sucking on his rigid cock. Her heavy breasts dangled free
as she moved her head to take him deeper inside her mouth. Jatin bhai
was beginning to grunt more frequently now, raising his hips off the bed,
and pushing Kalpana aunties' mouth onto his cock, pulling her head
down by her hair. She increased her tempo with a practiced motion of
her mouth, and soon they heard Jatin bhai almost yelling out aloud that
he was about to come.
His heavy slob of a body shook and shuddered as he came, ejaculating

into Kalpana aunties' mouth who continued to suck on him even as he
came. I am not sure if she liked doing that, or she was forced to do that
since Jatin bhai had held her by the hair on her head, and kept her
mouth pressed on his cock. The come dribbled down the corners of her
mouth, and she quickly rose up holding her mouth, and dripped down on
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to her breasts. She began to rise from the bed, which could be only to go
to the toilet to rinse her mouth.
That was perhaps the clue for Jigna, and she grabbed my hand and
quickly rushed back to her bedroom, pulling me along with her. We went
back to our respective beds and lay down quietly, lest they come into the
room to check on us. We were in the nick of time. Soon I heard their door
open, and someone rinsing the mouth in the basin the bathroom. That
had to be Kalpana aunty. It was followed by the heavy footsteps of Jatin
bhai staggering to bathroom, and pissing noisily into the pot. I heard the
flush of the toilet, and then the sound of the light being switched off.
Then there was silence. Only the light from the streetlamps outside
filtered into the room. As I lay back, I felt my hard cock twitch. I was
aching to cum now.
After waiting for a few more minutes, I got up and crept to the other side
of the room, where Jigna's bed was. In the light seeping in from the street
lamps, I could see her lying on her side, with the sheet pulled up to her
chin. As I neared her bed, she shifted to make place for me on the bed. I
sat down on the bed beside her lying form, and placed my hand on her
arms. I could see her looking at me with wide-eyed desire, and her body
heaving with her shallow breathing. I pulled down the sheet up to her
waist, and rubbed her bare arm. She responded by moaning in a soft
whisper, "Jignesh bhai..." I bent down towards her, and whispered in her
ear. "Jigna, can I kiss you..." She responded with a "Yes..." and pulled my
face to hers. As my lips met hers, I felt her shiver. I placed my left hand
on her back, and started caressing her bare back where the buttons of the
petticoat were still open; and cupping her face with my right hand, I
began to kiss her passionately.
She was probably being kissed for the first time, and did not know how to
do it. I sucked on her lips to begin with, and wet her lips with my tongue.
As her lips parted, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and tangled her
tongue with mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and clung to
me for dear life as I french-kissed her deep. Gradually, she got the hang
of it, and kissed me back. My left hand slid down her back, and cupped
her panty-clad buttocks. Jigna's structure was bottom-heavy like her
mother's.
She had wide hips, fleshy rounded butt, and heavy thighs. I pulled off the
sheet completely as I continued to kiss her, and moved my hand to caress
her thighs. I slid it up the hem of her petticoat and felt the smooth skin of
her thighs. My other hand which had been holding her face till now,
slipped down and cupped her breasts straining against her petticoat. Her
breasts were incredibly firm. In fact, they felt muscular! I pulled my
mouth off her lips, and moved to her neck. As I ran my tongue along her
neck, she let out a soft moan and clutched my hair. I raised my head, and
started to pull her open petticoat off her shoulders. She co-operated by
letting her arms fall at her sides, allowing me to slide it off her arms as
well.
With her petticoat off her torso, pulled down to her waist, I was for the
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first time, presented with the sight of her beautifully firm tits. Since, she
was still lying partly on her side facing me, her twin peaks pressed
against each other creating a beautiful crevice in between. With a groan, I
pushed her on to her back. As she lay on her back, I pushed her arms
above her head to get unrestricted access to her tits. As I gazed at her ripe
firm tits jutting out of her chest, I felt my cock begin to ooze pre-cum.
She lay with her arms above her head, her mouth slightly open, her chest
heaving, and her eyes gazing at me intently, expectantly. I looked back
into her eyes, and bringing both hands to her firm breasts, cupped them.
I began to rhythmically squeeze them with both hands, occasionally
running my finger across her small erect nipples. She squeezed her
thighs together, and squirmed on the bed.
With a sigh, I bent forward again, and flicked my tongue across her left
nipple. She shuddered in spite of herself, and clutched my hair. I
continued to wet her nipples with gently flicks of my tongue, and then
finally opened my mouth and sucked in her left breast into my mouth.
My mouth clamped down on her hard breasts, and I began to suck on it
in earnest, rolling my tongue across her nipple in the process. She was
going crazy. She moaned audibly, and her hands grabbed my back and
pressed my body to her. I shifted my attention now to her right breast
and repeated the process.
After a few minutes of that, I lifted myself up, and sat down on her bed
with my back to the wall, and my legs stretched out. I pulled her into my
lap, and cradling her head in my arms, once again kissed her lips. Again,
I slid my face down and began sucking on her breasts, holding her torso
cradled in my left arm. My right arm, which was free, slid down to her
thighs and began to pull up her petticoat. My fingers caressed the soft hot
skin on the insides of her thighs, and slowly slid up till my palm was
resting on the mound of her pussy over her panties. As I rubbed her
mound gently thru her panties, she shuddered again and bending her
legs at her knees, lifted up her hips to press her crotch harder into my
palm.
My fingers found the slit of her pussy through her panty, and as I rubbed
there, I realized she was wet, and so was the panty. I hooked my fingers
in the elastic of her waistband, and started to pull it down. She
responded by raising her hips off the bed, and helping me slide it off her
butt. Once her panty was off, she lay there across my lap, her torso
cradled in my left hand, and her legs bent at her knees, with her thighs
pressed tight together. I parted her thighs with my right hand, and
placed my hand on her wet pussy. She had a bit of soft hair on her pussy
lips, and as I pressed my palm on the mound, I could feel the heat
radiating from her wet pussy. As I looked down on her, it was a sight to
behold.
This sexy year old teenager lay in my arm, with her head thrown back,
her pert tits jutting out invitingly, and her thighs parted to allow the
ministrations of my fingers on her pussy. I slowly slid my middle finger
into the slit of her wet pussy, and felt my fingers get coated with her slick
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juices. As my finger touched her slit, she shuddered uncontrollably again

and clamped her thighs together on my hand. I continued to prise open
the lips of her cunt, and began to gently rub the slit, occasionally sliding
it a little inside the opening of her cunt. As I fingered her pussy, I would
also rub her clit on the upper opening of her pussy. My cock, which was
throbbing uncontrollably now, was rubbing against but bare thighs, and
as she began to buck her hips uncontrollably, she was pressing her thighs
on my cock as well. As I continued to finger her wet pussy, I asked her
hoarsely "Are you liking this baby ... tell me?" "Yes, yes, yes..." was all she
was able to manage.
Sensing that she was getting close to her first orgasm, I stopped, and
quickly laid her down on the bed on her back. I shifted down, and placed
myself between her thighs on my knees. I lifted her legs, and placed them
on my shoulders. She was looking at me intently with longing in her eyes,
and her left hand was now involuntarily cupping her breasts. Her body
shivered again, as I caressed the smooth skin on the insides of her fleshy
thighs. I gently pushed her legs back towards her chest, folding them at
her knees, and gradually spread her thighs. The sight she presented now
was enough to make any man cum, as she lay on the bed, one hand
clutching her sheet, the other hand fondling her breast, her legs pushed
back almost all the way up to her breasts, and her thighs spread wide,
baring her young virgin pussy for me.
Bending forward, I began to lick the insides of my thighs, slowly moving

my tongue towards the V of her crotch. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she cried out
in a hoarse whisper, as she trembled at the thought of what I was going
to do next. I lay down between her upraised legs on my stomach,
propping myself on my elbows, and gently parted the wet lips of her
pussy. Without a word, I reached out with my tongue, and started licking
the slit of her pussy. She convulsed at the feel of my tongue on her wet
pussy, and grabbed my hair, and clamped her thighs around my head. I
held her thigh spread with one hand, as I continued to lash her pussy
with my tongue. I pressed my mouth deeper on to her pussy, and started
to slide my tongue inside the opening of her pussy, tonguing her harder.
Moving my head back & forth, I began a fucking-like motion of her pussy
with my tongue, and occasionally clamping my mouth on her pussy lips,
and sucking on them. Jigna was beginning to convulse now, as the throes
of an impending orgasm invaded her body. I could hear half crying and
half moaning, as she thrashed about wildly on the bed. I had a tough time
keeping my mouth on her pussy, as she thrashed about violently. I didn't
have to continue for too long, before I felt her body begin to convulse,
and her hips begin to buck wildly up and down. Clutching my hair
harder, and almost tugging it painfully, she let out a long suppressed cry,
"Jignesh bhaiiiiiiii..." as her first orgasm hit her hard. I continued to suck
on her relentlessly, till I felt her pussy muscles starting to spasm, and she
shuddered through a strong orgasm. I stopped only when she her hips
fell back limp on the bed. My mouth and lips were coated with her salty
juices, as I took in a deep breath and rested my face on her belly.
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After a while, I crawled up and lay down on her, trying not to put my
whole weight on her. She was lying with her head to one side, eyes half
closed with tears streaming down her face, mouth half open, and her hair
disheveled, and breathing hard. I took her face in my hand, and gently
kissed her on her lips. "Jigna, my darling ... did you enjoy that?" I asked
her in a whisper. She turned her head slowly towards me, and opening
her eyes and looking into my eyes, she just wrapped her arms tightly
around my neck and pulled my face towards her. She whispered hoarsely
in my ears "Yes, Jignesh bhai ... yes, yes, yes ... I loved it ... I love you so
much..." I felt a twinge of emotion, when I heard that. After a while, as
she was trying to catch her breath, I told her that I would go back to my
bed, since I did not want to take a chance with any one of her parents
waking up and finding us like this.
To Be Continued ........
Part - 4
I disengaged myself from her arms, and went and lay back on the other
bed. I realized I had to shag off again, if I was to have any chance of
getting some sleep. My cock was almost sore from the sustained hard-on.
I was sweating, and so I took off my vest. I parted the lungi, and slowly
started to stroke my cock, spreading the pre-cum which was oozing out
liberally all over my cock. Just as I was beginning to increase the tempo
of my stroking, I heard a shuffling noise, and suddenly Jigna was there
standing next to my bed. She was still clutching the petticoat which I had
taken off her torso, around her waist, as she gazed at my erect cock in the
light of the streetlamps from outside the window. Without a word, she
sat down by my side. "Jignesh bhai..." she whispered to me "I ... I..."she
hesitated "I want to do for you the same thing that mummy did for
pappa..." she blurted out.
I almost came there & then when I heard that. Fuck! Here was a sweet
teenager, sitting next to me with her breasts bared for me, watching me
stroke my hard 7-inch cock, and telling me that she wanted to suck me
off!!! "Please, Jignesh bhai ... please let me do it for you... "she pleaded in
a soft whisper. I felt lust surge through my body as I heard her. "Jigna..."
I groaned as I pulled her towards me. I pulled her on top of me and
kissed her savagely, my hard shaft pressing against her belly. When I
released her, she sat up again, and looked at me lovingly, her soft hands
caressing my chest. Slowly, hesitatingly, her hands slid down till they
reached my rigid shaft, which was standing straight up. "Take it in your
hand baby..." I encouraged her. Tentatively, she took my hard cock in her
hand, staring intently at it, and slowly she began to stroke it up and
down, just as she had seen her mother do for her father. "Do it a little
harder, Jigna..." I whispered hoarsely.
She clutched my cock hard, and began to pump it awkwardly, pulling my

foreskin down completely, causing me pain. "Owww ... easy baby, easy..."
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I winced. "Not that hard Jigna ... a little gently" I told her. There was fear
in her eyes now, as she took hold of me again and began to stroke. This
time it was just right. "Am I doing it right, bhaiya?" she asked in a husky
voice. "Yes baby, you are doing just right ... it feels really good" I
breathed. As she got the hang of it, she began to stroke me faster, and I
began to feel my balls filling up, and my cock getting ready to spurt. I
didn't want it to end, so I caught her hand to make her to stop. "Sit on
top of me Jigna..." I whispered urgently. She quickly climbed on top of
me, and sat down on my waist with her knees on either side of my belly.
I gazed up at her, as the light from with windows fell on her body. She
looked so desirable sitting there, her hair tied in a single pony, her
petticoat pulled off her shoulders and bunched together at her waist, and
looking at me intently with a mixture of love & lust in her eyes. My erect
cock was pressing against her fleshy ass, and I could feel her still wet
pussy & cunt hair rubbing against the lower part of my belly. I reached
up and cupped her firm erect tits, and rolled her nipples between my
thumb and forefinger. I moved my hips so that my cock rubbed against
the crack of her sexy butt.
She threw her head back, and sighed as I did that. "Suck on me Jigna" I
whispered hoarsely. She quickly got off me, and sat down next to me
once again. Taking my turgid cock in her hand again, she bent down
quickly, and paused to look at my cock again, staring at it with a mixture
of fear & lust in her eyes. I could now feel her hot breath on my cock,
which was jerking spasmodically. She licked her lips involuntarily. After
a moment's hesitation, she closed her eyes and opening her mouth, took
the swollen head of my cock in the mouth. "Aahhh..." I moaned with
pleasure, as I felt her hot mouth envelop the head of my cock.
She held it in her mouth for a moment, adjusting the feel & taste of a
man's cock in her mouth. I was praying she wouldn't gag. Then I felt her
tentatively move her tongue and run it on the head of my cock. I clutched
at her hair and held her head in place, resisting the urge to ram her head
down on my cock. Gently she began a sucking motion, like how she
would suck on a lollipop. Holding her by her head, I began to gently push
her head up and down on my cock, taking care not to push it too deep
into her throat. The sight of this sexy teenage school-girl, with her mouth
stretched and lips forming an 'O", was a sight to behold.
Gradually she got the hang of it, and began to bob her head up and down,
and sucking on my cock at the same time. I held on to her head by her
hair, and guided her mouth moving on my cock. She was still clutching
the base of my cock hard as she was sucking me. "Jigna..." I whispered.
"Umm..." she responded, unable to speak with my thick cock in her
mouth. "Jigna, take your hands off me, and open your eyes and look at
me as you suck on me..." I breathed heavily. She let go off the hand
clutching my cock, and opening her eyes, tilted her head upwards, so that
she was looking at me as my cock moved in & out of her mouth. The sight
of her innocent face sucking on my cock was the last straw for me, and I
felt my balls begin to tighten, readying them to send my semen shooting
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out through my cock.
"Jigna ... I am going to cum baby..." I whispered huskily, as I clutched at

her hair harder. "Umm..."she moaned back. I desperately wanted to
discharge my cum in this sexy school-girl's mouth, but resisted the
temptation. I pulled her head off my cock. She looked at me in fear, and
said in a small voice "What happened bhaiya ... did I do something
wrong?" she asked in a small voice. "No baby" I replied "I am going to
ejaculate now ... and I don't want it to happen in your mouth..." "But why
Jignesh bhai ... I thought you will like that..." she asked innocently. I
smiled and replied "Yes baby, I would love to do that ... but not this time
... I want us to go slow ... maybe next time we will do that OK?" I assured
her. She brightened upon hearing that. "Now just do what you were
doing with your hands Jigna ... make me cum" I whispered to her
urgently. She nodded quickly, and started stroking me again. My cock
had become huge now with the blood gorged veins sticking out, and she
watched in rapt attention as she stroked me.
There was a look of intense concentration on her face as she watched my

cock, while stroking it faster. I felt my body begin to convulse, and as I
felt my semen begin to boil, I grunted "Jignaaa..." and grabbed her naked
breast in my hand. My hips jerked, as my cock erupted and my cum shot
out of the slit. The first spurt hit her chin, and dripped down on to her
neck & breasts. Afraid that I may scare her off, I quickly grabbed her
hand which was still clutching my cock, and directed my convulsing cock
towards by belly, so that the subsequent spurts landed on my belly. She
watched in rap attention with her mouth slightly open, and my cum
dribbled off her hands on to my belly. "Oh dear" I exhaled in relief as my
orgasm finally subsided. I pulled her towards me and kissed her
passionately on her lips, and whispered "You were wonderful baby..."
"Oh thank you bhaiya ... thank you..." she whispered back "I am so happy
to know that I made you feel good..." I got her to bend forward and lie
with her torso on mine, and her head resting on my chest. I could feel her
nipples pressing against my belly where my cum hand landed, and I
could also see the cum from her chin dripping on to my chest.
We lay there quietly in that position as I waited for my breathing to come

back to normal. After a while, I pushed her off me and got up. Taking my
handkerchief which I had kept under the pillow, I wet it with the bottle of
drinking water that had been kept near the bed. First I wiped my cum of
her chin, breasts and belly with the wet cloth, and then proceeded to
wipe it off my belly and chest as well. She just sat their quietly, watching
me with affection as I cleaned her up. I then buttoned up her petticoat,
and led her to her bed. As she lay down, I bent forward and kissed her on
her lips once again. After tucking her in, as I was about to turn back, I felt
her grab my hand. As I turned, she whispered "I love you, Jignesh
bhai..." With a twinge of remorse, I replied "I love you too, baby..." With
that she went back, even as I collapsed on my bed, and within no time
was fast asleep
.
The next morning, I woke up to someone shaking me vigorously and
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calling out "Jignesh bhai, Jignesh bhai, wake up..." As I opened my eyes,
I was greeted by the sight of a fresh-faced Jigna sitting by my bed and
smiling down upon me. She smelt of some fresh soap after her bath, and
was dressed in her uniform, ready to go to school. I just smiled, as the
memories of the previous night came back to me in a rush. I pulled her
towards me and kissed her passionately. She responded with an
eagerness that surprised me. She pulled away hastily as we heard
Kalpana aunty call from the kitchen "Has Jignesh bhai woken up Jigna?"
"Yes, mummy" she hollered back and quickly stood up from the bed.
Soon Kalpana aunty came into the room holding a tray with a cup of
steaming hot tea for me. She looked at me fondly, as she placed the tray
on the bedside table. "Did you sleep well, beta?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh yes aunty, I had a great night" I replied with a smile, and saw Jigna
smiling naughtily at me from behind her mother. She then said bye to
both of us and rushed off to school. Jatin bhai had apparently left early in
the morning to the bank, with the money I had given him yesterday.
Sipping my tea, as I looked at Kalpana aunty, who was making the other
bed, my cock twitched as the vision of her sucking her husband's cock
yesterday night, with her heavy breasts resting on his thighs, flashed
before my eyes. "Aunty" I spoke up "I need your help to find me one or
two domestic servants, who can clean the house, wash my clothes, and
also utensils if there are any ... do you know anyone who will work?" I
asked innocently. "Of course beta, I had wanted to suggest that to you
myself for some time now. With you alone, you need some servants at
home" she replied. "Since we don't have any servants in our house, I will
speak to Sarla bhabhi, and ask her to tell the two girls who work there to
come to your house also" she continued. I smiled inwardly as I heard
that.
Sarla bhabhi, as all the neighborhood ladies called her, was a 36-year old
housewife who lived in the house right next to mine. I had only one word
to describe her. Cock-teasing bitch! They had a son who was a couple of
years younger to me, and her husband worked in some local press, the
work keeping him out of town most weeks in a month. She was alone at
home these days, as her son had gone to his maama's (her brother) place
for his summer vacations. And as for the two girls that Kalpana aunty
mentioned, who worked at Sarla bhabhi's place, they were the very two
girls, Pushpa and Rani; I had mentioned earlier, whom I used to spy on
as they bathed in the washing area in the afternoons. "Now things are
really beginning to fall in place" I thought with a grin to myself.
I left for my house soon after, and got round to finishing my morning
work-out and ablutions. At around 11 in the morning, I heard the
doorbell ring. I wondered who it was at this time of the day. It was too
early for Kalpana aunty to come to deliver my lunch. I pulled on a
sleeveless Jockey vest on my blue jeans, and opened the door. Jigna
stood at the door, with a big smile on her face. "Jigna! What are you...
"before I could finish, she rushed into the house past me, dragging
another girl in with her by her hand. She quickly closed the door, and
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turned to me with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry Jignesh bhai"

she spoke quickly "but we bunked classes today and so I did not want
anybody to see me coming here" she explained. "This is my classmate
and best friend in school, Sejal" she said, pointing to the other girl whom
she had brought along. "Hi Sejal" I said automatically, and extended my
hand.
She seemed surprised, and after a moment of hesitation, extended her

hand to me, as we exchanged a limp handshake. It was evident that both
girls and cut classes to come here, as they were both dressed in their
school uniform of a beige skirt and white shirt with a dark brown tie. As I
asked them to sit down on the sofa in the living room, my eyes appraised
the other girl; and what I saw did not disappoint me. Sejal was a plump
girl, slightly shorter than Jigna, but not as dark. She was wheat
complexioned, and her hair was tied back in a single pony tail. She had
pleasant, round face, with chubby cheeks and thick lips. If Jigna's face
was sexy, I could call Sejal's face cute. There was an innocent look to her
face and mannerisms which was very alluring.
But what caught my attention was her body. If Jigna's body was well
developed, Sejal's was definitely over developed, if not more. To be frank,
I had never seen such a big pair of breasts on a 16 year old. The whole
front portion of her white shirt, from the collar to the waist where it was
tucked inside her shirt, seemed to be occupied by a pair of really big
breasts. They were definitely not the perky firm breasts of a 16 year-old,
but the full heavy breasts of a much older woman. They were well
rounded and seemed very fleshy, in the confines of her school uniform
shirt. And the fact that her collar was buttoned up on account of the tie
around her neck, only served to accentuate the shape of her big racks. I
estimated that she was at least a 34-C, if not a 36-C.
She was plump alright, with a well stacked butt, and nice fleshy calves. As
she sat there demurely, with her hands on her knees, twiddling with the
hem of her skirt, I was absent mindedly checking her out; I realized that
Jigna was speaking to me. Coming out of my reverie, I apologized "Sorry
Jigna, but my mind was elsewhere, and I did not hear what you were
saying." She started talking "Jignesh bhai, today we gave the fees for the
school picnic tour. Sejal is also coming. She is my best friend, so I
thought I will introduce her to you. I was telling her how you helped me
to go for this." She continued, "If I were not to go, Sejal was also planning
to cancel her going. We are best friends ... so we are always together."
I nodded in understanding and said "I see..." But I still couldn't

understand why she had got her friend to meet me. Not that I minded it.
"What does this girl have in mind?" I wondered to myself. "So you see,
Jignesh bhai, Sejal was very happy that I am able to come ... and she said
she wanted to say thank you to you" continued Jigna. "Isn't that so,
Sejal?" prompted Jigna, looking at Sejal. The girl was suddenly caught
unawares, and I figured this was not part of their plan. She looked up,
her eyes darting from me to Jigna, and replied in a small voice "Uh, um
... yes, thank you, Jignesh bhai ... thank you very much..." and her voice
trailed of. She had a nice girlie voice, very thin. She went back to
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fidgeting with her skirt, and looking down at the floor.
As Jigna was speaking to me, I noticed that Sejal was glancing at me, but
she would turn away quickly whenever I looked at her, and go back to
pulling her skirt down to her knees. As she sat there with her knees
pressed together, I felt a surge of desire for this ripe teenager course
through me. I was aware that she kept glancing at my muscular arms,
which were bare in the sleeveless Jockey vest that I was wearing. "But
bhaiya, now Sejal is again saying she will not come" complained Jigna.
"And why is that?" I asked. "You see bhaiya, Sejal and I were the only two
girls who were planning to wear Punjabi dresses ... churidars or salwar-
kameez" continued Jigna. "But today when I told her that you had
bought me all those nice western clothes, and I was planning to wear
jeans & t-shirts, she said that then she will be the only one wearing
traditional clothes" explained Jigna with her eyes on Sejal.
Sejal looked at her tentatively, as if admonishing her for sharing all this
with me, and then turned to look at me with something like guilt &
shame in her eyes. "She feels that she does not look good in western
clothes, so she does not have any" said Jigna. "She thinks that she is too
fat", Jigna continued. "Tell me Jignesh bhai, do you think Sejal is fat?"
Jigna asked me in a challenging tone. "Of course not" I responded
emphatically "Who said that? Anyone who thinks that Sejal is fat is an
idiot" I said with finality. Jigna brightened up instantly, and turning to
Sejal, told her "See, I told you. You never believe me. Now do you believe
it ... Jignesh bhai himself is saying that."
Poor Sejal squirmed uncomfortably in her place. "Please tell her to come
no bhaiya. She is not listening to me. If you tell her, she will listen"
pleaded Jigna with me. I stood up from where I was sitting opposite
them, and went and sat down next to Sejal. She looked at me with
hesitation as I sat next to her. The poor girl was distinctly uncomfortable
already, and I didn't want to make it any worse for her, so I sat at a
respectable distance. "Now listen to me, Sejal" I spoke in a soothing voice
"You are Jigna's friend, so I will speak honestly with you. In my opinion,
you are a very beautiful girl. I don't have any reason to lie to you." I
continued. "Yes, you are not slim like some other girls, but you are not fat
either. You are NOT fat, OK?" I said with finality.
She looked at me with that doleful expression in her eyes, and nodded
her head. I decided to make my first move then. Placing my hands on her
knees, I continued in a calm voice "And to tell you the truth, you have a
very good figure. You are plump, but you have a curvy body. And so I
think you will look very good in western outfits." As soon as my hands
touched her knees, she had stiffened visibly. I could feel her fleshy knees
through the fabric of her skirt. Leaning towards her, and looking into her
eyes, I put my arms on her shoulder, and asked "Do you believe me,
Sejal". "Ye ... Yes, bhaiya" she stammered, her eyes fluttering, and
glancing at Jigna, and then me shyly.
As my hands rested on her shoulder, I could see through her white shirt
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that she was wearing the same kind of white petticoat under her uniform.
The only difference was that unlike Jigna, I could feel the shoulder strap
of a bra beneath her petticoat. Of course, with the kind of tits she had,
she had to wear a bra. "Now that's like a good girl" I said with a smile,
patting her knee. She smiled back weakly at me. "So now will you
promise me that you will also go for the tour?" I asked her with a smile.
She hesitated, and then stuttered "But ... but, I don't ... I don't have any
western clothes, bhaiya" Before I could say anything, Jigna jumped in
and said "See bhaiya, now she is giving another excuse for not coming. I
told her..." Jigna hesitated for a moment "I told her that Jignesh bhai will
buy the clothes for you ... won't you, Jignesh bhai?" she chimed in a
sweet pleading voice.
"Ahh, so that's what this is all about" I thought to myself "This little bitch
wants to me to buy clothes for her friend also" I inwardly smiled to
myself. "Of course ... is that something to even ask?" I shot back
instantly. Turning to Sejal, I said "See, now you are my friend also ... and
so I have a right to do that. Don't I?" I asked her with a flattering smile
on my face. The poor girl was probably overwhelmed, and didn't no what
to say. She turned towards Jigna with a pleading look in her eyes "But ...
but, Jigna..." she stammered. "But, what?" I asked her in a firm voice.
"No ... noth ... nothing" she responded haltingly immediately. "So that's
settled then" I said, standing up. "Let me get your girls something to
drink" I said, moving towards the kitchen. As I was taking out a couple of
cans of Coke from the fridge, and grabbing my hand, pulled me to a

corner of the kitchen which was not visible from the living room. She
flung her arms around me, and pressing her hot body to mine, kissed me
on my lips passionately. "Oh thank you Jignesh bhai ... thank you so
much" she whispered in my ears. "Anything for you, sweetie" I replied
with a smile, squeezing her sexy ass cheeks with a smile.
She responded by lifting one leg and wrapping at around my thighs, and
pressing her belly my crotch, causing my cock to stir. I pushed her away
with a smile and said, "You girls better leave now, because your mother
will be here now any moment with my lunch." As I handed over the cans
of Coke to the girls, I told her that I'd come by to their school and pick
them up at 3:00. Jigna said she would not be able to come, as she had
bunked the same class yesterday also. I was more than happy to hear that
as that would mean I would have Sejal all by myself. As the two girls left
waving their byes to me, I could not help but laugh inwardly at the good
fortune that kept coming my way.
Within about 15 minutes of the two kids leaving, Kalpana aunty came by
with my tiffin. Today, she excused herself, and said she had to deliver
lunch to a couple of other places, and therefore had to leave quickly.
However, before leaving she told me that she had spoken to our neighbor
Sarla bhabhi regarding the maid servants, and that she would be
speaking to me to arrange that. I waved my bye to Kalpana aunty, as she
left, her big butt swaying as she walked away. I finished my lunch, and
was relaxing on the couch when the doorbell rang again. I opened the
door to see my sexy neighbor Sarla bhabhi standing at the door, her
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hands on her hips, with a stern expression on her face. "Uh-oh" I thought
to myself, as I greeted her with a big smile.
Sarla bhabhi was by far the sexiest aunty among the married housewives
I lusted for in the colony. At 36, she was almost 6 years younger than
Kalpana aunty. Everything about her was flirtatious. The way she wore
her sari, the way she walked, the way she talked, to the way she smiled
mischievously. While talking to her, one could not help but get the
feeling that her eyes conveyed more that her words. To start with, she
was incredibly fair, with smooth milky white skin. Her wavy hair was cut
shorter than most traditional women, and she tied that in a small pony
tail at the back of her head. Her hair also had a liberal tint of golden
brown, as she applied mehendi on them. Her face was round and a bit
plump, with high cheek bones, and sensuous lips. I had often fantasized
about how it would feel to hold her face and shove my cock into that
talkative mouth, her luscious lips stretched around my thick cock. She
wore a yellow chiffon sari, with white floral print, and white blouse.
She had a moderately plump body, not overweight. Her breasts were
average sized, and at 34-C, they were just right for the size of her body.
But she too had wide hips, and a fleshy round butt. The way she always
wore her sari, well below her navel, accentuated her well rounded belly.
That slight fat on her belly & sides only served to make her look sexier to
me. Without bothering to return my greeting, she bustled on the house,
and closed the door behind her. She turned to me with an indignant look
on her face "So now that you have become a big man, you don't even have
time to talk to your Sarla aunty, is it?" she asked sternly. "Aunty..." I
began to protest, but she cut me off and said "Don't talk to me. I am very
angry with you" she said with a hurt look on her face, and turned away
from me in a huff.
I smiled to myself and thought "Sali ke nakhre to dekho". (Look at her

attitude). She could put a 16-year old to shame with her nakhras
(attitude). "Arre aunty, why are you saying that?" I asked in a sufficiently
contrite voice. She turned towards me, and spoke "It's been almost a
month since your parents left, and have you even once come to meet
Sarla aunty?" she asked with irritation. "We live right next to each other,
and you don't even have time to come and say hello to me" she
complained. Standing in front of me, with her hands on her hips, the
pallu of her sari tucked into her waist, and a sexy pout on her lips, she
looked incredibly sexy to me. "Haan, ab Kalpana jo tumhara itna khyal
rakh rahi hai to tumko hamari yaad kyun aayegi ... kyun, Jignesh bhai?"
(Now Kalpana is keeping care of you so why would you think of me
Jignesh bahi.) she asked me in a mocking tone, and yet in that teasing,
taunting tone of hers. "And today, when you needed a maid servant, you
had to speak to Kalpana, but you could not come and talk to me" she
muttered again with that fake hurt look on her face, her lips pouting even
more.
I smiled at her with all my charm, and said in a placating tone "Oh aunty,
please don't say that ... you know you are my favorite aunty ... how can I
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ever forget you." She just huffed and turned her face sideways. "Just that
I was so busy these days aunty, and since Uncle was also at home most of
the time, I thought I should not disturb you" I cajoled her. "Maskha mat
lagaao mujhe..." she retorted in that same mock hurt tone. "You know
that Uncle comes here for one week every month, but he left last week
itself; and since then I have been alone" she continued.
Her husband worked in a cloth mill in a nearby city, and stayed there. He
usually came home for one week in a month to spend time with his
family. "And you also know that Tushar has also gone to my brother's
place for his vacation" she continued to crib. Tushar was her teenaged
son. "Tumhe pata hai kitni baar main tumhare ghar pe aayi ... tumhara
haal poochne ke liye. Maine socha bechara Jignesh beta akela hai ... pata
nahi kaise sab sambhal raha hogo. Lekin tum to kabhi ghar par milte hi
nahi ho" (Do you know how many times I came to your house to ask
about your health. I thought that you were alone so you must have
trouble managing everything but you are never at your home) she said,
as she plonked herself down on the sofa. I took the chance, and sat down
next to her. I took her hands in mine, and said in my most sweet tone
"Oh aunty, please don't be angry with me. I will feel very hurt if you are
angry with me. I promise you I will come to meet you everyday now.
Really, I promise..." I cajoled her, as I squeezed her hand. She just made
a face, and turned away from me. "Fuck man, this bitch really knows how
to cock tease" I thought to myself.
Taking a deep breath, I got off the sofa, and knelt on the floor on my
knees, in front of her. Placing my hands on her thighs, I apologized once
again, "Oh aunty, please ... sorry ... please mujhe maaf kar do.(Please
accept my apology)" She turned towards me with a half smile on her face,
and pouting again, said "Chal hat, aunty ko maskha mat laga..."(Don't
charm your aunt) and she broke into a smile. With that she reached out
and patted my cheeks, and ruffled my hair. I took my chance again, and
taking her hand in mine, kissed it quickly, saying "Oh thank you Sarla
aunty ... thank you so much." She blushed when I did that, something
that she was quite adept at doing to melt any man, and said to me fondly
with a naughty smile "Badmash ... your really know how to flatter a
woman." "How can I ever upset such a beautiful and sexy lady like you,
aunty" I replied with all my charm. She blushed once again, her cheeks
turning red, and slapped me on my hand, saying "Dhat ... jhootha
kahinka". (Liar ) Leaning forward, and reaching out, she pulled my
cheek.
To Be Continued ....
Part - 5
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As she did that, the pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulder, and fell on
to her arms. There were two things about Sarla bhabhi that I had noticed
quite some time back. First, she always wore her sari very loose around
her body when at home, with a loose fitting blouse, and second; she
never wore a bra under her blouse at home. As a consequence, one could
always notice her breasts swinging in her blouse under her sari when she
moved. Now, as her pallu slipped down, my eyes went to her breasts in
her white blouse, which had a very deep neck, and had a low cut at the
back too. My eyes took in the creamy white skin of her deep cleavage, and
the way her milky breasts hung in her loose blouse. Hoping not to get
caught staring, I quickly moved my eyes away to her face, and saw her
looking at my face with a hint of that same teasing smile playing on her
lips.
Adjusting her pallu, as she straightened, she looked at me with that same
seductive half cocked smile, and said "I have told the two girls who work
at my house to come here. They should be here any moment now. I had
no need for both of them, but then that other girl Rani, is very poor, and
that Pushpa begged me to hire her also, and pay her some little money."
"So I hired them both. Both of them distribute the work, and I pay them
350 rupees a month. Out of that, Pushpa keeps 250, and gives 100 to the
other girl. You see I have a very kind heart, so I am doing this charity for
that other girl, otherwise I would have paid only 300" she boasted. "You
don't have to hire both. But if you also want to help that other poor girl,
then don't pay a paisa more than 350 per month, OK" she instructed me.
I smiled at her and said, "Ok, aunty. As you say. How can I thank you for
your help?" She chided me, "You can thank your aunty by coming to
meet her once in a while." I laughed and said, "That's a promise aunty."
Soon we heard a shrill voice calling from outside, "Sarla bhabhi ... O
Sarla bhabhi..." "Haan..." (Yes) yelled back Sarla bhabhi, "Come in here".
I heard the gate open, and the two village girls, Pushpa and Rani, stepped
in. These were the same two girls I had spied upon bathing in the
neighbor's backyard earlier. They were dressed in their same rural attire.
18-year old Pushpa wore a bottle-green ghagra with embroidery on it, a

somewhat matching green blouse, and an orange choli draped over it.
She came in with a cheerful look on her face and an exaggerated swing of
her slender hips as she walked in. Her hair, reaching her hips, was tied in
a single braid, and hung in front on her right shoulder. The way they
wore their choli, the pallu only covered one half of their bosom, leaving
one blouse clad breast and most of their belly bared. Her blouse had been
stitched one size too big for her, and as a result, I could see her perky
young tits jiggle in the cups of her blouse as she walked in. They were
probably a 31-B. She had cockiness and a flirtatious nature very similar
to Sarla bhabhi.
The other girl Rani, was probably 20 or 21, and though about the same
height as Pushpa, had a much fuller figure. She wore a red embroidered
ghagra, again with the somewhat matching red blouse, and a blue choli.
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My eyes were very obviously drawn to her full ripe breasts. Mango
shaped with a pointed tip, they strained against the thin material of her
blouse. She was very dark, and also wore her hair tied in a single long
braid behind her. While Pushpa stood cockily with her hips pushed to
one side, one hand on her hips, and twiddling with her braid; Rani stood
a little hesitantly, with both her hands held together in front of her, her
head slightly bowed.
As they stood waiting, Sarla bhabhi addressed them sternly "This is

Jignesh saheb. From today onwards you have to work here also. You will
do the usual work of sweeping, mopping, washing clothes, and dirty
utensils." "I have requested him to let Rani also work; and he has been
very kind to allow that" she continued. "Saheb is alone, so do your work
well, and keep the house clean. Don't give him any reason to complain.
Whatever he asks you to do, do without any grumbling, OK" she said
sternly.
"Don't worry memsahib, we won't give him any reason to complain"

replied Pushpa with a smile, as she looked at me coyly. "The cock teasing
bitch is already flirting" I thought to myself. "There won't be as much
work here as at my house, but still Jignesh bhai has been kind enough to
pay you both 350 rupees a month" continued Sarla bhabhi. "So you two
better be grateful to him" she concluded. Turning to me she said,
"Jignesh bhai, kabhi bhi koi shikayat ho to mujhe bata dena ... mein inko
theek kar doongi." (Jignesh bhai, if you have any complaint tell me and
I'll set them straight.) I smiled at her and said, "Aapke hote hue mujhe
kya chinta, aunty." (With you there how would I have any complaint.)
She smiled back at me, and turned back to the girls.
She instructed them to follow her, so that she could show them around
the house. After the survey, Sarla aunty came back to the living room
followed by the two girls. She said to me, "I have told them to clean the
house and wash your clothes now only. I have to leave now. Call me if
you need anything ... OK, beta." I said I would, and escorted her to the
door. As she was going, she turned and said with that same seductive
smile, "And remember your promise to aunty OK ... come to meet me
once in a while. After all I am alone..." With that she walked back
towards her house, her sexy hips swaying in her sari.
The girls were waiting expectantly, as I went back into the living room. I
told them both in general, "I have to leave in half an hour, so finish of
quickly today. From tomorrow onwards, come at 10 in the morning."
They nodded and moved into the kitchen, muttering something to each
other. Pushpa started to wash some dishes in the kitchen, while Rani got
a broom and started to sweep the floor. I moved to my bedroom and lay
down on the bed. After a while, Rani came into my room to sweep. She
hesitated for a moment when she saw me. I was skimming through a
sports magazine. She asked me tentatively, "Saheb, pankha band karoon
... jhadu maarna hai". (Saheb, I need to clean the fan ... for sweeping)
"Haan, koi baat nahi" (Ok) I replied casually. She switched off the fan
and began to sweep.
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As she sat on her haunches, her ghagra pulled up to her knees, and swept
the floor, I couldn't help but admire the shape of her sexy round butt. She
came towards the bed, and as she bent forward to reach under the bed to
sweep, I had a good view of her cleavage. Her ripe mango shaped tits
were straining against the cheap cotton blouse, and I could see her thick
nipples protruding through the fabric. Like I had said earlier, she had
incredibly long pencil thick black nipples. Beads of sweat rolled off her
chest, and were beginning to wet the cloth of her blouse, making me
aroused. She finished sweeping and left the room.
After a while, the other girl, Pushpa came into the room carrying a bucket
of water and a mop. She smiled at me brightly as she came in, hips
swinging, and gathering her ghagra up to her knees, proceeded to sit
down on her haunches. As she began to mop, I got a chance to observe
her body from close quarters. She was slim, really slim. Her belly was
almost flat, as was her butt. As she came near the bed, she got on her
hands knees, and bending forward, reached under the bed to mop. In
that position, I got a good view of her cleavage too. Since she was wearing
a blouse one size too big for her, I could a good view of pert little tits thru
the neck of the blouse. They were two firm pointed mounts on her chest,
and as I looked, I caught a glimpse of her perky brown nipples also. My
cock was hard by now, and I was tempted to grab her, throw her on the
bed, and fuck her brains out. "Relax boy" I told myself.
Soon the girls finished their work, and came to report to me in the
bedroom. "Saheb, kaam ho gaya ... ab hum jaaye?" (Saheb the work is
done should we go now.) Pushpa asked me with that same teasing smile.
"Ek minute" I told them as I got up from the bed. They followed me as I
went into the living room. I picked up my wallet, and extracted two 100
rupee notes from it. Handing one to each one of them, I said "Yeh meri
taraf se tum dono ke liye pehle din ki bakshish hai." (This is some money
from me for the first days work.) Pushpa's face broke into a wide smile as
she took the money from my hand. She thanked me profusely; as she
folded the note and slid it into her blouse over her breasts, where these
village girls usually had a small pocket.
The other girl just seemed pleasantly surprised. She just gave me a weak
smile as she took the note from my hand tentatively. "Aur ek baat. Sarla
bhabhi ne kaha tha ki tumko 350 rupaye dene hai; 250 tumko Pushpa,
aur 100 tumko Rani" (And one more thing. Sarla bhabhi said that I
should give you 250 rupees, 250 to Pushpa and 100 to Rani.) I stated
looking at both of them turn by turn. "Par main tumhe untna nahi
doonga" (But I won't give you that much) I said with a straight face.
Their faces fell as they heard that. "Main tumhe 750 rupaye doonga...
500 tumhare liye Pushpa, aur 250 tumhare liye Rani" (I would give you
750 rupeed, 500 to Pushpa nad 250 to Rani.) I said, my face breaking
into a grin.
They were stunned into silence for a moment, and then their faces broke
into a relieved and overjoyed smile. For the first time, I saw the quite girl
Rani also smile. Pushpa beamed and said "Aap bahut bhale aadmi ho
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Jignesh bhai ... hum aapki poori seva karenge..." (You are a very rich
man Jignesh bhai, well make sure that you are taken care off) I looked at
her into her eyes and said with a half smile "Tum mujhe khush karna ...
aur mein tum dono ko khush rakhoonga." (You keep me happy and I'll
make sure that youre both happy) "Zaroor, saheb" Pushpa replied with
the same cock teasing smile. Both of them then left, thanking me
profusely. Once they left, I quickly got dressed and left for Jigna's school
to pick up Sejal.
I had already called up my dad's friend and told him that I was coming
with one more friend to his store. I met her some distance away from the
school. As she walked up to me on the bike, she gave a shy smile and said
"Hello, Jignesh bhai". I smiled back and said "Hello, Sejal." I noticed that
she had taken off her tie, and had undone her collar button, probably not
to attract attention.
She came behind and sat on the pillion seat of my bike. But unlike Jigna,
who had sat cross-legged on my bike, Sejal sat conservatively with both
her legs on one side. She put her right hand on my shoulder and held me,
as I sped off. As I rode towards the city, I noticed that she was careful not
to let her breasts touch my back. I was a trifle disappointed, but
reminded myself to be patient.
As we walked into the store, the store manager jumped up from the
counter and came rushing to me. He pumped my hand enthusiastically

and said "Welcome, Jignesh bhai ... welcome. We are so happy to see you
again." I nodded, and said that I would need the sales girl's help again
today. "Of course sir ... I have kept Sapna on stand-by only for you, sir.
Please proceed up ... she's waiting there." I smiled my thanks, and
proceeded to the first floor. Sejal was looking around in awe as she
walked quietly behind me. As I reached the upper floor, the sales girl
Sapna came up towards me with a warm smile, and said politely "Hello,
sir."
"Hello Sapna" I responded with a charming smile and thrust out my right
hand to shake hands with her. As I clasped her hand, I slipped the 500
rupee note, which I had already extracted from my wallet and kept ready
in my palm, into her hand. She glanced down for a moment, as she felt
the note, and then quickly looked up with a happy smile. She discreetly
took the note, and slid it into her trouser pocket, as she escorted us to the
sitting area of the store. As I sat down on the couch, I said "Sapna, this is
my friend Sejal" pointing towards Sejal, who stood there a trifle
uncomfortably. "She seems to think that she is too fat, and that western
clothes won't suit her. What do you think, Sapna" I asked with a smile.
Sapna was quick to take the cue, and said "Of course not, sir." She walked
up to Sejal who was standing their apprehensively, and taking her hands
in hers said, "Sejal ma'am is a very pretty lady. I don't know why she
thinks that way. She has a very womanly body. She will look very good in
western clothes" said Sapna looking at Sejal in a very assured tone. "Oh
... thank you, didi" said Sejal softly, as she smiled gratefully at me for
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doing her self esteem a world of good. "So Ms. Sapna, what kind of
clothes would you recommend for Sejal?" I asked her with a smile. Sapna
thought for a moment, and then responded "Sir, jeans are evergreen, so
she can try a couple of them. Then, some capris with sleeveless tops
would also look very good on her. And finally sir, I would recommend
some skirts for her ... both long wrap-arounds, as well as minis. On her
body structure, she will look very sexy in skirts" concluded Sapna with a
knowing smile. I smiled in returned and nodded.
Soon Sapna got busy selecting clothes for Sejal even as I sat there
comfortably. She was doing a good job of making Sejal feel at ease, by
casually chatting up with her, and I noticed that she even laughed a
couple of times, as they went through the clothes racks and selected
outfits. After selecting a couple of pairs, Sapna accompanied Sejal to the
passage where the trial room was. As they disappeared into the passage, I
picked up a lingerie catalog lying there, and started thumbing through
the pages, admiring the lingerie models.
A little while later, I heard Sapna clear her throat, and start "Sir..." I
looked up to see Sapna standing in front of me, and pointing to Sejal,
who stood there shyly holding her hands clasped together; head bowed
slightly. The transformation was complete! She was dressed in a pair of
blue three-quarter tight figure hugging jeans, with a moderately figure
hugging green knit wool sleeveless top. She looked so desirable, I could
have eaten her. Sapna was right. She was plump, but she had the curves
of a real woman. Her huge gorgeous round breasts were looking
incredibly sexy, as her top fitted tightly around the girth of it.
Like I had said earlier, her whole torso seemed to be made up of just her
two huge melons ... round, soft, and heavy. The sleeves of her top were
short, and I could see her fleshy arms, fairer in comparison to her face, as
it was protected from tan. Her belly still had baby fat on it, and the curve
of her belly showed through the top. There was an inch of her fleshy belly
showing between the hem of her top, and the waist band of her jeans. She
had fantastically curved hips. "A real woman's curves" I thought to
myself again. Her hips and buttocks filled out her jeans really well, and
the sight of her waist flaring out to her wide hips and round fleshy butt,
could make a man drool.
As I appraised her without any expression on my face, I saw her looking

expectantly, yet apprehensively, at me with wide eyes. I got up quietly
and walked up to her. Her lips parted, as she looked up at me with a
scared expression. I placed my hands on either of her shoulders, looked
into her eyes, and my face broke into a wide smile. "You look gorgeous,
Sejal" I said to her earnestly. A multitude of emotions ran across her face
as she digested what I had just said. Surprise, disbelief, relief, and then
finally joy. She seemed to be searching for words, and then breathed a
sigh of relief. "Oh thank you bhaiya ... thank you so much..." she said
softly, her eyes beginning to moist. "I told you so" I said with a laugh.
Turning to Sapna, I asked "So what do you think, Sapna?" "Sir, I already
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told her that she looks very pretty in these clothes, but she was just not
ready to believe me" replied Sapna with a smile. "She was not even ready
to come out and let you see her" teased Sapna, looking at Sejal with a
smile. Turning to Sejal, she said "Ok ma'am, why don't you go on and try
the other ones too now." Sejal smiled brightly, and turned and went in
quickly. There was a spring in her step now. I was glad to see that this
busty teenage girl was now beginning to get comfortable with me.
As Sejal disappeared into the trial room, Sapna came and sat down next
to me. I noticed that she sat much closer to me today, and her thighs
were touching mine. As she leant towards me to say something, my eyes
were drawn to her cleavage which was visible, because she had once
again left the two top buttons of her white uniform top open. From the
way she sat, I could see the borders of the frilly black bra she wore
underneath. As I turned my gaze away, she had caught my glance, and a
flicker of a smile came to her lips, as she looked into my eyes. I too let a
hint of a smile flicker on my lips. "Sir..." she began in a low voice, "I had
to tell you something." "Yes Sapna, tell me" I responded with a polite
smile. She seemed to hesitate, and then said, "Sir ... you see ... Sejal
ma'am ... her ... umm ... she is quite ... she is quite big here..." she said
haltingly with a shy smile, pointing to the general area of her own
breasts, "and I feel ... I feel that she should wear ... umm ... wear a better
bra".
I kept a straight face, with the same polite smile on my face and asked
"Better in what aspect, Sapna ... I don't know too much about bras" I said
with a laugh. She relaxed as she heard me speak so comfortably, and said
"What I meant is sir, that she should use the right size of bra" she
explained. "The poor girl did not even know what size of a bra she was
wearing, saying that it was her mother who got it for her" she continued.
"I checked and saw that what she is wearing now is a 34-B. Her bra is too
tight for her, and it is almost cutting into her flesh" said Sapna, getting
more matter of fact now that the initial discomfort had vanished. "And
also, because the cup size is small, it is not holding up her breasts
properly, and are just flattening & spreading it" she continued. Seeing
the confused expression on my face, she said "I am not sure you are
understanding me sir ... but ... umm ... because of the small cup of her
bra ... umm ... it looks like ... her breasts are spread all over her chest..."
she said gesticulating with her hands and pointing again the general area
of her breasts.
As my eyes, went to where her hands were pointing, she blushed a little,
and a hint of a smile came to her lips again. I smiled back re-assuring,
and said "I think I understand you, Sapna ... so what do you suggest?" "I
will get her some nice 34-C bras, which have a wire-support at the base of
the cups, and also have a bit of padding; so that her breasts look more
firm when she wears them under her t-shirts, halters, or spaghetti tops."
"Even a 34-C is going to be tight for her, because ... umm ... she is quite
big ... and she will have to wear it on the last hook; but I think it will be
better for her when wearing tight figure hugging tops" she continued.
"And then, I will also get her some bras of 36-C size, which she can wear
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with her button-down tops and sleeveless shirts, since those will not be
as tight or figure hugging as the tee's" she finished. I nodded in
understanding, and muttered, "Hmm..." "So, what do you say, sir?" she
asked hopefully. I laughed and placing my hand on her thighs, said
"Whatever you say, Sapna ... you are the boss!" She let out a small laugh
too, and got up. As she turned to leave, I caught her hand and said
"Sapna ... thank you." "No sir ... thank YOU" she said with a warm smile
on her face, and left.
I saw her selecting some matching lacy bras & panties, and heading to
the changing rooms. When they re-appeared, Sejal was dressed in a pair
of loose beige capris, with strings tying the end of the legs around her
calves, and a red & white striped spaghetti top. She seemed a lot more
comfortable now, and even smiled at me as she stood in front of me
shyly. She looked even more desirable in the tight spaghetti top. Her
heavy round breasts seemed enormous, and stood out a little more
firmly, probably on account of the new bra that Sapna would have given
her.
The neck of the spaghetti top started just above her breasts, and since her
fleshy breasts were pressed together in the confines of her bra, I could
see the beginning of her cleavage from the top of her spaghetti. It was
held on her shoulders with a thin string, parallel to which ran the thin
strap of her brand new 34-C bra. The skin on her shoulders, neck and
chest was smooth, and was much fairer than her fore-arms and face. As I
walked up to her with a smile, she too smiled happily and looked at me
expectantly. Holding my hands tied behind me, I lent towards her ears,
and whispered "Beautiful!" She beamed, and mouthed to me a silent
"Thank you!" As she turned to look at herself in the mirror, I turned to
Sapna and winked. She just smiled, and bit her lips.
The next outfit that Sejal came out in was a long wrap-around dark blue
skirt that reached up to her calves, and a sleeveless collared button-down
shirt-type top. Sapna was right. Skirts really suited Sejal. She looked not
like a teenager, but a 24 something young sexy lady. The skirt
accentuated the lovely shape of her hips and butt. As she turned
sideways, and posed for me, I noticed the way her top fell from the tip of
her rounded breasts. In that pose, with the light falling on her body from
behind, I could see the outline of her heavy breasts held up by the bra,
and the curves of her fleshy belly up to the waist of her skirt. Sapna
walked up to her, and in the process of adjusting her top, opened the top
button of her top.
As she moved aside to let me appraise her, I stood up and walked up to

her. From where I stood, when I looked down, I could see the sexy swell
of her heavy breasts, enclosed in a hugely erotic red lacy bra. I reached
up to her neck, and pretending to adjust the collar of her top, brushed my
fore-arm lightly against the swell of her big breasts. I felt her glance up at
me quickly, as she felt my arm brush against her bust.
She just gave me a nervous smile, as I stepped back and looked at her
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again. "Sejal" I addressed her "I now challenge you to find me one person
on this planet who says that you don't look good in western clothes." For
the first time since I had met her, she laughed happily, and clasped her
hands together. She stepped forward towards me, and for a moment I
thought she was going to hug me. But she stopped herself, and tilting her
head to one side, said "Jignesh bhai, I don't know how to..." "Shhh..." I
interrupted her, placing my fingers on her lips. I placed my hand on her
cheeks, and as she instinctively tilted her head to rest her face in my
palm, I told her with a warm "Now go quickly and try on the other one
Sapna has selected for you..." As I withdrew my hand, I let it slide off her
neck, feeling the smooth skin. She looked at me with a very tender
expression for a moment, and then with a smile turned to try the last
outfit.
The last outfit which Sejal wore was perhaps the sexiest of the lot. It was
a white pleated mini-skirt (like the type women's tennis players wear)
and a pink polo-neck collared knit t-shirt. Sapna had given her a
matching pair of Nike sneakers to go with it. As she came out, and stood
in front of me shyly, clutching the hem of her skirt on both sides, I
couldn't help but think that she looked almost as sexy as Sania Mirza, if
not more. The skirt reached mid-way between her thighs, and I could see
her fleshy white thighs. Sapna had helped her re-tie her hair in a pony
such that it came out from almost the top of her head, instead of the
back. The t-shirt was stretched across her heavy fleshy breasts.
As she walked to stand in front of me, my cock lurched watching the sway
of her curvy hips, and the swing of her heavy breasts. As the smile lit up
my face, she became a little less uncomfortable, and even twisted around
to show me how it looked from behind, the pleated skirt twirling up as
she swung around. As she stood admiring herself in the mirror, I walked
up behind her, and placing my hands on her fleshy hips, whispered in her
ears, "Sejal, you look so sexy now ... I could kiss you."
As she stiffened, I gently brushed my face against her ears, and stepped
back. As she turned around, unsure of how she should react, she
managed a weak smile, that gradually progressed to a wide warm one'
much to my relief. "Sejal, there is one more thing I want you to have" I
said in a quiet voice. "What is that, Jignesh bhai?" she asked in a curious
voice. "A bikini" I replied with a small smile. Her face turned crimson as
she blushed, and clasping her hands on her mouth, she asked
incredulously "A bikini!" "Yes Sejal, a bikini. Will you allow me to buy
that for you?" I asked in a soft voice. As she hesitated, and let out a small
laugh and said "Don't worry, you don't have to wear it now and show me"
She blushed again, but smiled this time. "OK, bhaiya" she said in a small
voice. We walked together to the props were various bikinis were on
display.
She was distinctly uncomfortable going thru them with me, and finally
turned to me and said "Bhaiya, I don't know anything about bikinis ... so
will you please select one for me ... I will wear whatever you like" she
spoke in a child-like manner with her head tilted to one side. I nodded,
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and selected a two-piece stringy one, very similar to the one I'd got for
Jigna yesterday. It was a red one, with white polka dots. As I imagined
how she would look in it, my cock almost jumped out of my pants.
I turned around to see Sapna standing their quietly. She smiled as I

looked at her. As Sejal went back to the trial room to change back into
her school uniform, I walked towards Sapna, taking out my wallet.
Extracting another 500 rupee note from it, I took her hand in mine, and
pressed it into her palm. She started to shake her head, and begin to
protest "No sir ... I cannot ... you've already..." I cut her off "Sapna, first
and foremost ... please don't call me 'sir' ... we are friends now ... are we
not?" I said quietly. As she struggled to say something, I continued "You
have been really kind to me. And this is the least I could do. So please
don't say no. Or I will feel bad" I said in all earnestness.
She started to say something, but I cut her off again "Topic closed,
Sapna" I said with a warm smile. She closed her mouth, and a slowly
smiled. Sensing that the time was right, I took both her hands in mine,
pulled her towards me, and gave her a quick kiss on her left cheek. I
smiled, as I saw the color rise to her face and blush, and stepped back. As
Sejal returned, she got busy packing the stuff which we had picked up. At
the counter, as I paid the bill in cash, I addressed the store manager "Mr.
Kulkarni, this employee of yours, Ms. Sapna, has been very helpful. Allow
me to give her this as a small token of my appreciation" I said as I placed
another 500 rupee note on the counter in front of Sapna.
Sapna's jaw dropped in astonishment, but she quickly recovered herself,

and bowing her head slightly, thanked me politely. We left the store, and
rode back to Sejal's school. This time, on the way back, I felt Sejal sit a
little more closer to me, and a couple of times as she leaned forward to
tell me something, I felt her enormous soft breasts press against my
back. I dropped her off a few blocks away from her school. As she got off
the bike, she came up to my side and stood very close to me, her breasts
almost touching my left arm. She looked down for a few seconds, and
raising her head, she looked into my eyes.
"Bhaiya ... I don't know what to say ... nobody has ever been so..." her
voice trailed off, and she lowered her face again. I placed my fingers on
her chin, and lifted her face up. "Sejal" I said in a soft voice "Don't think
so much ... I just want you to be comfortable with me, OK. If you are
comfortable with me ... that will be mean a lot to me..." She gave me a
warm loving smile, and replied "I am very comfortable with you, bhaiya.
In fact, I..." and her voice trailed off as she blushed again. Suddenly
conscious of herself, she said "I have to go now, bhaiya ... it's getting
late". I laughed, and saying bye to her, kick started my bike. As I was
about to ride off, she turned around and asked "Jignesh bhai, when will I
meet you again?" I gave her my most charming smile, and looking her in
the eye, said "Whenever you feel like, sweetheart. I am always around."
With that, I engaged gear and rode off.
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To Be Continued..
Part - 6
By the time I reached home, the hard-on with which I had been walking
around since morning had begun to ache. I contemplated shagging off,
but then decided against it. To get my mind off sex, I decided to go up to
our terrace and do my work-out. I changed into my tracks and a sleeve-
less vest, and picking up my weights headed for the terrace. I did my
stretching exercises for about 15 minutes, and then started with my push-
ups. By the time I had finished my 50 push-ups, the sweat was dripping
off me. I took a breather, had a drink of water from my gym bottle, and
then picked my weights to begin doing my bicep curls. I began to curl the
weights, holding my arm rigid at my side, and lifting them up by just
bending them at the elbow.
As I was counting the reps, I noticed a figure standing in the adjacent

terrace from the side of my eyes. I turned to see Kalpana bhabhi standing
there in the adjacent terrace, her elbows on the wall, her chin resting on
her palms, and looking at me with that same seductive smile of hers.
Since ours were twin houses, Kalpana bhabhi's and our house shared a
common wall on one side. And the terrace too was separated by a single
common wall, which rose to just above my waist. I paused, and putting
down my weights, said with a smile "Oh aunty, I did not see you."
She smiled back, and straightening herself said "Of course, I did not want
you to know that I was here. Otherwise how could I have had the
pleasure of watching a young man like you exercising" "Oh please don't
tease me like that aunty ... I am just trying to get into some shape" I said
in a protesting voice. As I straightened my chest, and walked towards
her, I could see her eyes on my chest and my arms. "Oh come on beta"
she retorted, "you have the best physique that I have seen on anybody"
she flattered me in her sexy tone. "Please finish your exercises ... I won't
disturb you" she continued. "How can I do my exercises with you
standing here, aunty?" I said with a naughty smile. "Why ... what am I
doing to disturb you?" she asked in mock indignation. "Oh aunty, you are
so beautiful ... I will be only looking at you, and I won't be able to have
any strength or concentration to do my work-out" I said with a laugh.
"Chat hat ... maskhebaaz" she chided me with a laugh, and slapped me
playfully on my arms.
She let her fingers linger on my arms, and I felt my loins began to stir
again, as I felt her soft touch on my sweaty arms. Still looking at my
biceps, and running her fingers along them, she said in a small voice
"You really have very hard muscles, Jignesh..." I could see the gleam in
her eyes as she looked at my body intently. She came out of reverie
quickly, and turning to me said "OK, you do what you were doing now. I
just want to see ... I promise I won't disturb you." I laughed, and picked
up my weights again. Pushing my chest out, with a grunt I began to do
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my bicep curls again, making sure she got a good view of my muscles
tightening & stretching as I swung my arm. I switched weights, and
proceeded to repeat the set again. By the time I was done, I was
breathing hard, and sweating profusely.
I kept the weights down, and walked back to the wall where she was still
standing in the same pose; leaning forward, chin resting on her elbows. I
went and stood diagonally opposite to her, and resting my arms on the
wall, leant forward; letting her get a good view of my chest and my arms.
As I recovered my breath, I smiled at her. She smiled back, and as she
turned her head, the pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulder and slid
down to her elbow, exposing the creamy skin of her cleavage in the deep
necked blouse, and her milky breasts in her white blouse. She glanced
down quickly at her fallen pallu, but made no attempt to put it back. In
the same position, she reached out with her left hand, the pallu still
dangling on her elbow, and gently touched me on my arm. "You have a
very sexy body, Jignesh..." she said in a shallow voice, her lips no longer
smiling.
Without moving an inch, I turned my face towards her and said "You
have a very sexy body too, aunty..." I consciously looked down at her
exposed cleavage, and then looked up into her eyes. Slowly,
a seductive smile touched her lips, and she said in a hoarse voice "You
don't have to flatter Sarla aunty, beta ... I know I am old now, and have
put on a lot of weight" she said self consciously. "That's rubbish aunty" I
dismissed her remark. "You are by far the sexiest lady I know" I said in a
half whisper, my words ringing in my ears, not believing that I had just
said that to Sarla bhabhi. "Uncle is a very lucky man..." I concluded.
For the first time, I saw the cocky self-assured bitch blush; and I knew I
had scored. The self assured flirting smile disappeared from her face,
replaced by a self conscious look. As she straightened, looking into my
eyes, her pallu which had been at her bent elbows, slid down further, all
the way up to her wrist, where the fall was arrested by her palm still
resting on the wall. And to my utter surprise and pleasure, she made no
attempt to put it back even now! The woman of my fantasies, the sexy
cock-teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi was standing inches from me, the
pallu of her sari down to her waist, held just by her wrist, exposing to my
unrestricted view the dick-raising sight of her creamy white cleavage, the
soft milky breasts hanging free in a slightly loose white blouse, and curvy
fleshy belly capped with a deep belly button.
As I gazed unashamed at the her torso, I could sense her looking into my
eyes questioningly, as if begging me to tell her how I found what I was
looking at. There was electricity in the air, as she raised her hand and
touched my muscular chest at the exposed portion in my vest, and asked
me hoarsely "Jignesh ... do you really find your Sarla bhabhi sexy?"
Before I could reply, a shout came from below "Sarla bhabhi ... bhaaji
waala". It was the vegetable vendor who came to our colony daily, and
Sarla bhabhi bought fresh vegetables from him daily. The moment was
lost. She hurriedly pulled up her pallu, and turned to rush downstairs.
Just as her head was about to disappear behind the wall of the steps, I
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called out and said to her in a soft voice "Aunty, I meant what I said..."
Without waiting for her reaction, I turned around, and picking up my
weights, went downstairs.
As I stood under the shower, letting the cold spray cool me down, I felt
my hard cock which stood rigidly out, crying for attention. As I held my
throbbing cock and stroked it slowly, the vision of Sarla bhabhi in the
terrace flashed before my eyes again. My cock jerked spasmodically, and
I was tempted to shag off once again, but I resisted the temptation. It was
about 7 'o clock now and I still had an hour to go before Kalpana aunty
came with my dinner. Since I had nothing to do till then, I figured I
might as well go to their place and have dinner. It would at least get my
mind off Sarla bhabhi. "And since I am going there, I might as well stay
back there tonight and have some fun with Jigna" I thought to myself
naughtily. Dressed in a pair of slacks and a tee, I walked over to their
place.
As I reached the door and rang the bell, I could here the voice of Jatin
bhai shouting inside. His voice died down as the bell rang, and after a few
moments' delay he came and opened the door. His face brightened as he
saw me, and grabbing my hand he exclaimed "Jignesh bhai! What a
pleasant surprise! Come in, come in!" I smiled back at him and walked
in. As he closed the door behind us, I looked around for Kalpana aunty,
but could not see her in the living room. "Isn't aunty at home?" I asked
casually. He hesitated for a moment, and then said "Yes, yes ... she is in
the kitchen. Kalpu ... Jignesh bhai is here" he called out to her.
After a minute's delay, Kalpana aunty came out of the kitchen. One look
at her and I could make out that she had been crying. Her eyes were
swollen and red. She sniffed, wiped her face with the pallu of her sari,
and forcing a smile on her face asked me "How are you Jignesh bhai?" "I
am fine, aunty" I replied automatically. There was an awkward silence
after that. I decided to grab the bull by its horns, and asked "What's
wrong?" Nobody replied. They just looked at each other. Getting no
response, I said "I think I came at the wrong time ... perhaps its better if I
leave..." As I turned to leave "No ... no..." both of them blurted out at the
same time. I stopped, and waited for them to speak. Once again they
looked at each other awkwardly.
Finally, it was Jatin bhai who broke the silence. "It's nothing Jignesh
bhai. She's just making a mountain out of a mole-hill. Thanks to you,
today I deposited the money in the bank for getting my loan sanctioned;
and also paid my landlord his rent. That fool went and talked about it to
some other supplier of mine, who also landed up at my shop ...
demanding to be paid today" He continued in an exaggerated tone of big
trouble "And he said that if I don't pay him by tomorrow, he's going to
stop bringing scrap to me. Now he is my biggest supplier, and I can't
afford to lose him." Glancing at Kalpana with a guilty look, he continued
"So all I did was ask her to give me money today from what she has been
earning by her cooking ... It's just a matter of adjusting for a few days ... I
will soon get my money from some of my other customers"
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Turning back to me, he said in an accusing tone "But she is refusing to

give me the money..." As soon as he finished, Kalpana aunty started
sobbing, and between her sobs, spoke "Oh Jignesh bhai, what will I do
with keeping money for myself ... I am doing this work to run our family
only no ... I have saved up 2,500 rupees and with that I have to run the
house" She broke down in sobs again, and then continued "Tomorrow I
have to pay the milkman 2 months due ... I have to pay the grocery shop
for things I have been buying from him on credit for the last one month
... if I gave him the money, tell me what will I do ... what answer will I
give them..." and she broke off sobbing again.
I quickly grasped the situation, and before Jatin bhai could open his
mouth to say anything, I said "Itni si baat hai ... what am I for" I asked in
a re-assuring tone. Turning to Jatin bhai, I asked him "How much money
do you need to pay this guy Uncle?" He hesitated, and then looked at
Kalpana aunty. She spoke up "No Jatin bhai ... no. You have already done
more than enough for us ... we cannot burden you with this." Jatin bhai
just shook his head. I let out and exaggerated sigh, and turning to
Kalpana aunty, asked her "Aunty, do you still think of as a paraya aadmi?
Was I wrong in thinking that you now consider me part of your family?" I
said with mock hurt in my voice. "No beta ... it is not like that ... but..." I
interrupted her "No buts, aunty ... there is nothing more to discuss in this
matter" I said with finality. Taking out my wallet, I asked her husband
again "Tell me Uncle, how much money you need to pay him?" "I have to
pay him 5,000 rupees ... but I only have 2,000 left with me..." he said in
a small voice.
Without a word, I pulled three notes of 1,000 rupees each and handed it
over to him. He looked once again at his wife, and accepted it. He folded
his hands, and with a grateful look, started to say "Jignesh bhai..." I cut
him off, and taking his hand in mine said "Uncle, please don't say
anything ... after all, a friend in need is a friend indeed" "Yes, that is
true..." he said nodding his head. All of a sudden he said "Let me do one
thing Jignesh bhai. Let me go to that greedy fellow now only and throw
this money in his face. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of
sleeping tonight that he has me under his finger. You wait OK, Jignesh
bhai ... we will have dinner together" With these big words, he rushed out
and left on his rickety old scooter. I stepped out to watch him go.
I turned back and re-entered the house, closing the door behind me. I
was surprised to see that Kalpana aunty was not in the living room. And I
wondered where Jigna was. I called out for Kalpana aunty, and go no
response. I slowly walked into their bedroom, and saw Kalpana aunty
sitting on the bed, holding her face in her hands and weeping silent. I
quickly walked up to her and sat down by his side. Pulling her hands
from her face, I asked in a concerned voice "Aunty, what happened ...
why you are crying now?" She did not respond but just continued to sob
silently, her body heaving with her sobs. Putting my arms around her
broad back, I asked again "Oh aunty, tell me please ... why are you
crying?" She lifted her face up, and looking at me with tears streaming
down her face, she sobbed "Oh Jignesh beta ... I feel so helpless. I work
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and work and work, just to earn a little money so that I can run this
house ... and yet he treats me like I am hoarding some money and hiding
it from him."
She paused as she sniffed and continued "We are poor people, but I have
never begged from anybody. I have always maintained my respect, and
paid all people in time ... but he just doesn't have any idea what pains I
take to keep this house running..." and she broke down again. "I never
ask him where he spends the money he earns, but he wants to know
about every rupee I earn..." she sobbed. "And how much money will we
take from you Jignesh bhai ... for how long..." her voice trailed off as she
hid her face in her hands again and began to sob again.
I shifted closer to her, my thighs pressed against hers, and putting my

hands on her shoulders, held her. She dropped her hands from her face,
and as she did that, her pallu slipped off her shoulders, and fell on her
arms. Sobbing, she placed her head on my shoulders, and leant against
me. Her hands were on my thighs, and she leant on my shoulder, I could
feel her big heavy breasts press against my ribs. They almost felt like
hard muscle against my body. It was probably because she wore a very
tight bra to keep her breasts from swinging loose. As I looked down at
her, I could see the valley of her breasts from the top of her blouse. Since
the pallu was no longer covering her bosom, I could see how large her
breasts were. They were pressed tight in her blouse and bra, and hence
were spread across her chest. On hook of her blouse was open, and
through the opening, I could see her cheap black bra inside.
I continued to caress her back, feeling the straps of her bra through the
blouse, as I waited for her to finish shedding her tears. With each sob
that racked her body, her big heavy breasts pressed against my ribs,
causing my cock to stir and harden. Finally her sobs subsided, and she
regained her composure. Lifting her head off my shoulder, she finally
pulled up her pallu, and wiped her face. She then looked up at me with a
weak smile. I lifted my butt up on one side, and pulled out my wallet.
Extracting five notes of 1,000 rupees each from it, I folded it and taking
her hand, placed it there. She looked up at me incomprehensively.
I once again took her hand in mind, and said "Kalpana aunty, this time I
asking you not to say anything. So far everything you have done has been
for your husband and your children. So far whatever I have done has also
been for Jatin bhai and Jigna. Nobody has done anything for you ... not
even I" I told her in an even voice. "So, please don't refuse me. This is a
small thank you from me for the kindness you have shown to me and for
welcoming me with open arms in this house" I said with a smile. "Please
don't mention anything about this to Uncle. This is for you ... to use as
you deem fit" I concluded.
She looked at me with an expression of gratefulness and tenderness in

her eyes. Then without saying a word, she took my hand and kissed it.
Placing my hand back in my lap, she looked again into my eyes with the
same expression of love. That look was so inviting, conveying infinite
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possibilities, that I felt a ripple of desire surge through me, to push her
down on the bed ... and take her. Just then, the doorbell rang, and we
heard Jigna call out from outside "Mummy ... it's me". Caressing my face
once again, Kalpana aunty got up and went to open the door. I too
followed her into the living room.
As Jigna stepped in, she saw me and her face lit up in a big grin "Jignesh
bhai..." she yelped in joy, and came bounding towards me. For a moment
I was afraid that she was going to hug me. But she thankfully checked
herself in time, and upon reaching me, just shook my hand
enthusiastically. I couldn't help but notice the way her young breasts
jiggled as she came running to me. Soon, Jatin bhai also returned, and
we settled down to have dinner. He took out the bottle that I had got him
yesterday, and asked if we could have a drink. I refused, much to the joy
of Kalpana aunty, but told him he was free to go ahead. By the time we
finished dinner; he had had two drinks, and was woozy.
He burped, got up, and announced that he was going to go to sleep; but
not before making me promise that I would sleep over. I, of course, was
more than happy to. Jigna was, of course, delighted; and I also saw
Kalpana aunty's face lighten up when I agreed. He excused himself and
went into their bedroom, while Jigna went into the other bedroom to
sleep; but not before whispering confidentially in my ears that she would
be waiting for me to come to bed. Kalpana aunty cleared the plates and
went into the kitchen to wash them. I followed her, and casually chatted
up with her, as she washed the dishes. She finished, and then wiping her
hands, went inside her bedroom.
She came out with one of her husband's lungis again, for me to change. I
took it from her hands, and after changing, came out in the lungi and my
sleeveless vest. I was wearing my underwear inside, as I didn't want my
semi hard cock to show. She looked at me as I handed over my tee & the
slacks to her to be hung behind the door, and I saw her glance at my
muscles again. Jatin bhai was already snoring by now; and I was sure
that there would be no action in their bedroom tonight. Kalpana aunty
told me that she was going for a bath, and asked me to go to sleep. She
switched off all the other lights, leaving only the light in the passage on,
before she got into the bathroom. As I stepped into the other bedroom, I
saw Jigna sit up on the bed. She hand changed into an old worn thin
cotton round-neck t-shirt, with an equally old & worn pair of cheap
cotton slacks. She put her finger to her lips and gestured to me to be
silent.
As I went and sat on my bed, she got up from hers, and tip toed towards
mine. As she got up, the light from the passage fell on her from behind,
and I saw that she was not wearing anything underneath her thin t-shirt.
I could see the shape of her perky firm tits outlined inside her tee, and
they jiggled provocatively as she tip-toed towards me. Again gesturing to
me to be quite, she came and sat down on my lap and put her arm
around my neck. With the other hand she held my face, and kissed me on
my lips passionately, her tongue going wild in my mouth. "Oh boy, this
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bitch is sure hot" I thought to myself. I kissed her back with all my pent
up passion, and slid my hand under her t-shirt. Cupping her firm young
breasts, I fondled them a bit roughly, and rolled her nipples between my
fingers. A moan escaped her mouth as I did that. Not wanting to take any
risk, I pushed her away, and chided her "Go to your bed now ... your
mother will come out of the bathroom any moment now" With a pout she
got up, and returned to her bed, but not before whispering in my ear "I
will wait for you..."
I lay back with a sigh on the bed, and watched as Jigna too got inside her
sheet. Soon Kalpana aunty finished her bath and came out. She was
dressed in an old house gown (what women commonly called maxi) and
was toweling her hair dry. I watched her as she went to the balcony to
hang the wet towel. She went into her bedroom and I could hear the
sounds of her opening the windows. Then I heard her coming towards
the passage, and I half closed my eyes. As she came through the passage
where the light was still on, I could see her clearly through my half closed
yes. "Fuck man, she is not wearing a bra" I breathed to myself as I looked
at her. She stopped at the door of the room I was lying in, and paused as
if thinking to herself. In the light from the bulb which was just behind &
above her, I could see her clearly.
She was wearing a gown alright, with a petticoat (like the one worn under
a sari) underneath. The gown was probably very old and did not reach
her ankles, so I could see the petticoat hanging well below the hem of the
gown. Her massive butt stuck out in the gown, and also looked much
bigger in the gown. But what had my undivided attention was her torso.
Her huge breasts hung free inside the gown, and I could see the shape of
them clearly through her gown, as the light from behind made it almost
translucent. They seemed much bigger than when I had seen them in her
blouse & bra. Set free of the restraints of the very tight bra that she must
have been wearing, they hung fleshy & free on her chest. Not only did
they protrude out much more than with her bra, but they also seemed
much rounder; no longer flattened by the tight bra. And as she had
walked up to the door, they swung heavily under her gown, as if with a
mind of their own. My cock was hard as a shaft now, and I pressed my
thighs together. After what seemed like an eternity of her standing there
thinking, she slowly came inside the room. She glanced at Jigna,
apparently to check if she was asleep, and after confirming that, she
came towards my bed.
I lay there pretending to be asleep, but was watching her though half
closed eyes. She stood there for a moment, unsure of herself, and then
leaning forward, gently shook me by my arm, calling out in a very soft
voice that was almost a whisper "Jignesh bhai..." I pretended to wake up,
and blinking my eyes looked up at her "Kalpana aunty" I asked. She
quickly sat down by my side on the bed, and placing her hand on my
chest, said in a soft voice "I am sorry I disturbed you ... I just came to
check if you were still awake..." "No, no it's alright ... I had just closed my
eyes..." There was an awkward silence. As she sat there right next to me, I
could now see her huge heavy breasts from much closer quarters in the
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gown. With her hand still resting on my chest, her fingers began to lightly
caress the hair on my chest. "I just..." she paused, unsure of her again.
The smell of her, freshly bathed, the outline of her big racks showing
through her gown, thanks to the light from behind, and her hands softly
caressing the hair on my chest was driving me crazy.
I was terribly tempted to push her hands down to my hard cock straining
inside my underwear, and grab her heavy boobs. But knowing fully well
that Jigna was lying awake in the bed on the other side, and probably
watching us, I had no choice but to lie there motionless. "I just wanted to
tell you how thankful I am ... I don't have words to express how grateful I
am ... you are such a..." she said in a whisper. I placed my hand on hers
which was on my chest, and squeezing it gently said "Oh aunty, please ...
you are making me feel very uncomfortable by saying all this ... please
don't..." She looked down at into my eyes with the same warmth and
tenderness, and then leaning forward gently kissed me on my forward.
As she did that, her heavy dangling breasts pressed against my chest, and
my cock almost jumped out my underwear. She lingered there for a
moment after kissing my forehead, her breasts still pressed to my chest,
and I could feel her breath on my face. Her hands were on my hair as she
looked at me with love.
With great difficulty I overcame the urge to grab her and crush her in my
arms. Instead, with a deep sigh, I took her hand in mine and kissed her
hand. Holding her hand pressed against my cheek, I too looked back with
all the tenderness I could muster, given my rampaging cock. She smiled
after a while, and straightened. Caressing my face once more, she
whispered "Good night beta" and walked back to her room. She switched
off the light in the passage, and I heard her close the door of her
bedroom. Once there was silence, I slid my hand inside my lungi and
pulled off my underwear to give my hard cock some relief. I held in
gingerly and began to stroke it gently.
As I lay on my bed stroking my cock, waiting for some time to pass before
I went to Jigna's bed, I heard some rustling noise from Jigna's side of the
bed, and in a flash she was there next to my bed. "Jignesh bhai..." she
whispered "I could not wait for you, so..." she breathed. In the light
filtering in from the tube-lights on the street outside, I could see that she
had taken off her slacks and was clad only in her t-shirt and panty.
Sitting there by my lying side, she knelt forward quickly and pressed her
lips on mine, darting her tongue into my mouth. My cock twitched, as I
felt her young firm breasts press against my chest, at the same spot
where her mother's mature heavy breasts had pressed against only a few
minutes back. Wrapping my hands around her back, I slid my hands
inside her t-shirt, and caressed the smooth skin of her back, pressing her
towards me.
After a long wet kiss, she straightened up and started tugging off my vest.
I raised my arms above my head to ease that. As she took it off
completely, she placed both her hands on my chest and began to caress
my chest. Bending forward again, she began to kiss me on my chest. "Oh
man, this sexy teenage bitch is learning fast" I thought to myself. Not
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wanting to lose control of myself, I pushed her up, and made her to sit
up. Lying prone, I slid both my hands inside her t-shirt and cupped her
firm perky tits. I squeezed them hard, as she threw back her head and
sighed. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. "Jigna" I whispered to
her "Come and sit on top of me" She obeyed me immediately, and
clambered over me, placing herself on my waist with her thighs on either
side of my torso.
I could now see her clearly in the light coming through the window. I
pushed up her t-shirt to bare her young teenaged breasts. Taking my cue,
she held up her t-shirt above her tits for me, and bunched them up on
her chest, keeping her breasts bared and accessible for me. I fondled
them gently, and caressed her nubs with my finger tips. She was starting
to breathe faster now, and I could feel her squirming on my hips, her
panty rubbing on my stomach. It was a very erotic sight. A sexy teenager
with a firm body, sitting on top of me, holding up her t-shirt above her
firm young breasts, and waiting for me to ravage her. "Jigna" I whispered
again "Take off your panties, baby" Once again she hastened to obey, and
quickly slid off her panties.
As she repositioned herself on top of me, I could feel the hair of her pussy
against my belly. My cock jerked and slapped against her bare butt,
snuggling itself in between the crack of her ass. As I began to squeeze her
ass with one hand, and fondle her tits with the other, she began to
squirm, rubbing her pussy on my hips and trying to press her butt on my
rigid shaft. With some irritation, she pulled off her t-shirt over her head
and threw it aside, and began to sway gently on me. She grabbed my
hands and guided them to her breasts again, urging me to fondle them. I
almost came at that moment. This young sexy teenaged girl was now
sitting on top of me completely naked! And acting like a bitch in heat! In
a frenzied moment, I was tempted to grab her firm butt, lift her off my
hips and impale her on my rigid shaft. But my conscience would never
allow me to do that ... not to an under aged girl of 18.
So instead I pulled her towards me, and took her breast in my mouth and
began to suck on it passionately. She moaned with pleasure. I switched to
her other tit, and repeated the same. She was squirming uncontrollably
now, grinding her wet pussy against me. I rolled her off me and sat up on
the bed, with my back towards the wall. I pulled her towards me and
made her lean against me with her back towards me. My erect cock was
pressed against her upper butt and lower back. I cupped her left tit with
my left hand and began to squeeze & fondle it, as I pushed her head back
towards me and kissed her passionately. I slid my right hand to between
her thighs, and began to rub her wet slit. She was really beginning to get
wet now.
To Be Continued..
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Part - 7
As I rubbed the lips of her wet vagina, she began to lift her hips off the
bed and push her gash on to my fingers. I flicked my finger across her
tiny clitoris, and she almost jumped. I continued to flick her clitoris, and
she started bucking her hips wildly, her hands grabbing my arm in a
painful squeeze; and her butt rubbing against my cock. Gradually, I slid
my middle finger a little inside her wet pussy, and began to finger her in
earnest. She was moaning & gasping continuously now, and going wild. I
alternated between rubbing her clit and fingering her slit; and very soon I
felt her go into the throes of a shuddering orgasm. She let out a small
muffled cry, and then collapsed against my chest, breathing hard; her
thighs clamped on my hand. I felt some wetness ooze out of her pussy on
to my fingers.
She lay there with her head against my chest, her mouth open, and
breathing hard. I soothed her by caressing her arms and fondling her
scalp. After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal and she
came to her senses. Turning to me, and kissing me again she breathed
"Oh that was so wonderful Jignesh bhai ... thank you, thank you ... thank
you..." I silenced her by kissing her on her lips again. When I let go off
her, she smiled brightly and said "Now it's my turn Jignesh bhai..." I was
waiting to hear that.
Before I could say a word, she pushed me back on the bed, and made me
lie down on my back. She impatiently threw off my lungi, making me
fully naked. My cock sprang out like a cobra, and stood swaying, leaning
towards my belly. I spread my legs wide, as she positioned herself
between them, and sat down. In the dim light I could see her, lithe and
full-bodied, sitting between my legs and gazing at my cock lovingly. She
reached out and took my rigid boner in her right hand. She squeezed it
gently first, as if testing its hardness; and then began to stroke it slowly. I
lay back and watched her as she jerked me off with her eyes riveted to my
cock. As she began to stroke faster, I could see her breasts jiggle; turning
me on immensely. Having held on for so long, I was not sure of holding
on for too much longer. "Jigna" I whispered hoarsely "Please..."
Before I could finish saying what I wanted to, she quickly got on her
knees, and bending forward, brought her face to my cock. I felt her
shallow breath on my cock, and it twitched in her hand. She watched in
fascination, as a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my cock
head. She touched the tip with her finger and gently spread the pre-cum
all around my cock. As I watched, she opened her mouth, and taking out
her tongue, began to lick on my cock. She began with the underside of my
cock. I raised my legs, and bent them at the knees, to give her better
access. She held up my cock, and began to lick on the underside. "Oh boy,
this horny bitch is learning fast" I thought to myself, as she continued to
lick all along my shift.
She pulled her head back, and then stroked me for a moment, watching
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my cock all the time. With a sigh, she bent forward again, and took my
cock in her mouth. I groaned and threw my head back. At first she took
the big purple knob in her mouth, and began to suck on it like a Popsicle.
Slowly, she took more of my shaft inside her mouth and began the
motion of moving her head up and down on it. Her tongue was at work
inside her mouth, flicking and licking it, as she sucked on me. I couldn't
believe that a girl, who had sucked her first cock only yesterday, was so
good at it already. I felt my balls begin to tighten, and I raised my hips
trying to push more of my thick cock into her hot mouth. She came up for
breath once or twice, and immediately went back to work again.
Just as she was settling into a rhythm, we heard a grunt from the other
room and froze. In a flash, Jigna jumped off m
y bed, and grabbing her discarded clothes, ran to her bed. And it was just
in time, for we heard her father, grunt something incomprehensible
again, and then the sound of their door opening. The passage light was
switched on, and we heard him go to the toilet and piss noisily. After the
noise of the flush receded, I saw the light go off, and heard the sound of
their door closing again. I let out a sigh of relief, and felt my racing heart.
It had been a narrow escape.
After a few minutes, there was complete silence again. My cock was ready
to burst now. Swearing to myself, I got up from my bed and walked
naked to Jigna's bed. I needed to cum ... NOW. As I approached her bed,
I saw her prop herself up on her elbows. I stood by her bedside, holding
my hard cock in my hand, just in front of her face. Without a word, she
took hold of my cock in her hand, and opening her mouth, guided it
inside. I thrust my hips forward as I felt my cock being enveloped by the
warm wetness of her mouth again. Holding up her head, she began to
suck my cock again in earnest, bobbing her head back and forth; and
stroking me at the same time.
"Remove your hand, Jigna..." I whispered to her urgently; as I took hold
of her head and began to move my cock in and out of her sucking mouth.
I was tempted to ram my cock deep into the throat of this sexy bitch; but
felt that she was just not ready for it. Holding her by the braids of her
hair, I began to slowly fuck her mouth ... sliding my cock in, and pulling
it out. She was getting the hang of it, and positioned her head
accordingly. She opened her mouth in a wide 'O' to let me do that
without difficulty. Whenever I would pause with my cock inside her
mouth, she would begin to suck on it again. As I felt myself beginning to
reach my orgasm, I grabbed her by her hair and began to thrust my cock
into her waiting mouth faster.
With each thrust into her mouth, I heard her moan "Ummfff ... ummfff ...
ummfff..." As I felt my cum begin to boil in my balls, I was dying to blast
my ejaculation in her sucking mouth; and watch as it overflowed from
her tiny mouth. "No Jignesh ... don't do that to this girl ... at least not
now" I gritted my teeth and told myself. Just as I was able to cum, I
pulled my cock out of her mouth, grabbed her breast with my left hand,
and holding my cock with right, stroked it vigorously as I ejaculated all
over her young teenaged breasts. I came a great deal, and spurt after
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spurt of my hot cum landed on her firm breasts. I fell forward, and with
my hands on the bed, took in deep breaths, trying to steady my shivering
body.
She reached out and taking my arm asked in a concerned voice "Are you
OK, bhaiya" In between deep breasts, I gasped "Yes ... I am OK" She
continued to watch me with concern in her eyes. Gradually my breathing
came back to normal, and I straightened up. I picked up my discarded
lungi, and again wetting the tip of it with the water from a bottle kept
near the bed, cleaned up my cum from her breasts. Once I was done with
that, I bent forward and softly kissed her first on both her breasts, and
then her lips. As my lips parted from hers, she grabbed me by my head
and asked "Did I do it nicely, bhaiya ... did you feel good?" I felt a wave of
tenderness rush through me, as I kissed her once again, and holding her
face told her with love, "Yes baby, you did it very nicely ... and yes, I felt
very good". Her smile on hearing that nearly melted my heart. "Jignesh
... you bastard!" I thought to myself as I staggered back to my bed. I
collapsed on the bed, and in no time, was fast asleep.
I was woken up late the next morning by Kalpana aunty. As I stretched,

and yawned, I discovered to my dismay that my lungi had come off in the
night, and I had used it as a sheet to cover me. She sat on the bed next to
me holding a tray with a cup of tea for me and smiled warmly at me.
"Good morning beta" she said sweetly. "Good morning, aunty" I replied
trying to adjust the lungi, as I realized I was buck naked under it. And to
add to my discomfiture, I had yet another raging morning hard-on, and it
was making a tent under my lungi. As Kalpana aunt placed the tray on
the table, I saw her glance at the tent pole under my lungi. Turning to
leave, she gave me a knowing smile, and said "You freshen up, beta and
come down. I have kept breakfast ready for you." With a sway of her
massive butt, she went out of the room. I cursed myself as I got up, and
headed for the toilet. As I pissed, I felt my hard-on subside. I washed my
face, put on my clothes and went down. After finishing my breakfast, I
headed back home.
As I approached my house, I saw the two maid girls, Pushpa & Rani,
waiting near the gate, sitting in the verandah in front. Upon seeing me,
they got up and Pushpa said "Hum log bell maar maar kar thak gaye
saheb ... humne socha aap so rahe honge" and smiled mischievously. I
opened the door and let them in. I went to finish my morning ablutions
as they got about their work. As I was brushing my teeth in the
bathroom, the older girl, Rani came to the door, and said tentatively
"Saheb ... sabun ... kapde dhone ka saabun khatam ho gaya hai" As my
mouth was full of toothpaste foam, I pointed to the cabinet above the
washbasin, and indicated to her that she could take it from there. She
walked in tentatively, and as I continued to brush my teeth, I could see
her lift her hands up, and struggle to reach the shelf where the washing
soaps were kept. Her ripe mango shaped breasts strained against the thin
cloth of the yellow blouse she was wearing today. I shook my head and
turned away.
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Just as she was leaving the bathroom, I finished rinsing my mouth, and
straightened. She was, at that moment, trying to carefully squeeze behind
where I stood bent forward on the basin, so that she could reach the
door. As I straightened suddenly, and reached for the towel, I felt my
elbow crush against her full ripe breasts. I startled, and so did she, letting
out a small "Uhh". Apologizing, I tried to get out of her way towards the
door, and in her hurry, she also tried to move in the same direction that I
was, causing my fore-arm to press again on her breast. Both of us stood
there frozen for a moment, my fore-arm still crushed against her breast,
as we looked into each others' eyes. I let out a brief sigh, and raising both
my hands above my head, said to her with a laugh "Pehle aap..." She too
let out a small nervous giggle, and with a fleeting glance on my bare
chest, stepped out of the bathroom.
This little incident was enough to wake up junior, and he rose in my

pajamas, and I felt like getting a little naughty. As I sauntered to the
kitchen, I saw the other girl, Pushpa, washing the dishes at the sink, with
her back to me, softly humming a song to herself. She stood with that
typical pose, hips pushed to one side, her long braid hanging in front of
her by her shoulder. I crept up silently behind her, and grasping her with
both hands by her slender waist, shouted "Boo..." in her ears. She jumped
up like a startled kitten, and with a scream, dropped the dish in her hand,
which clattered to the floor noisily. As she pivoted around, she saw me
grinning naughtily, and she instinctively hit me. I grabbed her hand as it
came towards me.
She relaxed slightly as she realized what had happened, and placing her
hand on her chest, said indignantly "Hai maa ... Jignesh saheb ... aapne
to..." she stammered, her chest heaving. Hearing the commotion, Rani
came running into the kitchen. As she looked at us with a startled look,
Pushpa started to rattle out in their native dialect "Arre Rani ... you know
what this Jignesh saheb did just now ... meri to jaan hi nikal gayi..." and
she proceeded to narrate the entire incident, looking at me with mock
anger once in a while. I stood there grinning. On hearing what had
happened, Rani clasped her hand to her mouth, and broke out giggling.
She looked at me shyly, and still giggling, shaking her head in mock
admonition, went back to washing the clothes. I grinned naughtily at
Pushpa once again, and went back into my room.
I changed into a pair of shorts and a tee, and was lying on my bed
reading the morning newspaper, when Pushpa came into the room
carrying a broom to sweep the floor. I smiled at her from where I was
lying, and she responded with her trademark cock teasing smile. As she
gathered up her ghagra, and sitting on her haunches, began to sweep the
floor, I turned to my side, and propping up head on my hands, began to
watch her. She glanced at me, and seeing me looking at her with a hint of
a smile, gave me one more of her pretentious shy smile. I continued to
watch her.
After a while she became conscious, and turning to me, asked me with a
mocking smile "Kyaa dekh rahe ho saheb..." "Tumhe dekh raha hoon..." I
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replied with a loaded smile. "Kyun, aisa kya hai mujhme dekhne layak?"
she retorted with that same teasing smile. "Bahut kucchh hai..." I replied
enigmatically. "Jaise ki?" she questioned me mockingly. "Paas aao to
bataaoonga..." I replied, patting the side of my bed. "Main nahi aaati..."
she replied cockily. "Theek hai ... mat aao, main bhi nahi bataaoonga..." I
replied coolly, as I continued to look at her with laughing eyes. "The bitch
was probably used to her village boys running after her" I thought to
myself. "Bataao naa, saheb..." she pleaded, pouting her lips, and putting
on a mock look of hurt on her face. "Uh-uh..."I said, shaking my head in
the negative; and patting the side of my bed again.
She dropped the broom, and stood up. Twiddling the braid of her hair,
she glanced at the door once, and then looked back at me, with a hint of
apprehension creeping into her otherwise cocky face. Then she quickly
came towards the bed, and gingerly sat down at the edge of it. "Acchha,
ab to bataoo saheb..." she whispered. "Aur paas aao..." I told her
mockingly. Once again, she glanced at the door, and then pushed herself
closer to me, her hips touching my thighs. "Lo aa gayi saheb ... ab bolo
na" she pleaded. I lay back and looked her. The slender bitch, with her
perky tits in the oversized blouse exposed, along with her waist and belly,
thanks to that village choli, her single long braid hanging over her
shoulders in front of her, and reaching her lap; sure looked sexy.
Reaching out, I placed my palm on her slender bare arm, and began to
caress it. "Bolo naa saheb..." she whispered again, squirming a bit as my
touch made her skin tingle. "Aur paas aao..." I smiled, beckoning her to
bend closer to me.
She hesitated, glanced at the door once again, and then with a shy smile,
leant forward. Her pallu slipped off her shoulder as she did that, baring
her small blouse-clad tits for me. My hands had slid off her arms, and
were now caressing her thighs, and I could feel her thin legs thru her
ghagra. I could see a few drops of sweat beginning to form on her brow.
As she started to pull her pallu back, I grabbed her hand, and shaking my
head negatively, said "Nahi ... rehne do" "Par saheb ... Pushpa..." she
started to protest weakly. The way she was sitting now, leaning forward
towards me with her hands resting on the bed just near my face, I could
see almost the whole of her pert little tits, and the valley between them,
through the open hanging neck of her blouse. I looked brazenly at her
exposed blouse, and then looked at her face; as if challenging her to stop
me. She was beginning to breathe faster now, and there was a slightly
scared look on her face.
Once again, she glanced at the door, and then turned back; but made no
attempt to move away. "Tu bahut sexy hai, Puspha..." I said to her softly
with a smile. Her jaw dropped on hearing that, and her mouth opened as
if to say something. But then she gathered herself, and with that same
teasing smile, asked me "Sexy? Uska matlab kya hota hai?" she asked
with faked innocence, that same cock teasing half smile still lingering on
her lips. "Sexy ka matlab nahi jaanti?" I challenged her. "Nahi saab ...
bataao naa..." she replied in a near whisper, again smiling teasingly.
"Acchaa ... to tum sexy ka matlab nahi jaanti?" I asked again tauntingly.
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"Uh-uh" she muttered, shaking her head in the negative again. "Abhi
bataata hoon..." I said, and sliding my hand up her thigh, placed it on the
side of her exposed flat belly, kneading the flesh softly. She stiffened, and
a sigh escaped her lips.
Once again she glanced nervously at the door, to confirm that Rani was
not there, and turned back to me. I could see the goose-bumps come up
on the skin of her arms. "Ab bhi nahi pata chala tumhe sexy ka matlab..."
I taunted her, continuing to caress the side of her bare belly, and
occasionally teasing her belly button & navel with my thumb. She shook
her head again, "Na..." she whispered, her eyes boring into mine. "Sexy
ka matlab hota hai ... ki tumhe dekhne se mujhko yeh hota hai..." and
looking into her eyes, which were like hot coals, I took her right hand in
mine, and placed in on my erect manhood which was throbbing inside
my shorts.
Since I was not wearing my underwear, my cock could be felt clearly in
my shorts. She jerked instinctively as I did that and tried to pull her hand
away, but I held it firmly in place. A soft hiss escaped her lips. This time,
she jerked her head around, and very nervously looked at the door. "Ab
samjhi tu sexy ka matlab kya hota hai?" I asked her in a taunting voice.
She had lost her cockiness, and looked at me with a pleading expression.
She nodded her head quickly, and said "Haan saab ... samajh gayi..."
relaxing a bit. As I felt her stop struggling, I released her hand which I
was holding pressed to my cock. She made no attempt to remove it, and
kept it where it was.
Seeing this, I decided to go one more step, and slowly slid my hand which
was caressing her waist, up her torso. My fingers reached the bottom of
her blouse, and in one swift motion, my hand shot up and cupped her
small young breast. She jerked once again as I did that, and a soft moan
escaped her lips. Her fingers which were resting on my throbbing cock,
involuntarily closed around it and grasped it tighter, as my fingers closed
around the pliant flesh of her young tits. She was beginning to breathe
faster now. I began to fondle her tits in a gentle teasing manner. Her
blouse was loose around her tits, and so I could get a good feel of the
shape and firmness of them. They were small (about 31-B) but firm, and
easily fit into my cupped palm. She kept glancing back towards the door
intermittently, and her hand inadvertently closed & opened on my cock. I
was curious to see for how long she would let this go on.
Suddenly we heard Rani call out from the wash area "Pushpa ... O
Pushpa..." In a flash; she jumped up from the bed, and ran out. I laughed
to myself. I got up from the bed, and followed her. Rani was asking her to
rinse the washed clothes and hang them in the balcony to dry, so that she
could go and mop the floor. As Pushpa was rinsing the clothes in the
wash area, I went up to her. She sensed me behind her and turned; a
scared expression on her face. I just smiled, and pulling out my wallet,
gave her a 100 rupee note. As I turned to leave, I told her "Kal jo maine
kaha thha, woh yaad rakhna ... tu mujhe khush kar ... aur mai tujhe
khush rakhoonga..." She smiled slowly, a knowing look on her face,
"Samajh gayi, saheb..." she responded, tucking the note inside her
blouse.
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I went back and lay down on my bed in my room. In a while, Rani came
in, carrying a bucket of water & a mop, to mop the floor. She hesitated as
she saw me lying on the bed. I pretended not to notice her and continue
to read the newspaper. As she sat down and began to mop the floor, I
watched her from the corner of my eyes. I could see her keep glancing at
me more than once as she went about her job. As she came to the area
near the bed, she paused, and stood there hesitating. I could sense that
she wanted to say something, but was not able to gather the courage to
say it. I casually put the paper down, and looked up at her. As she stood
there fidgeting with her hair, which was tied in a long single braid, and
hung from her shoulders in the front, reaching up to her waist, I asked
her with a smile "Kya hua, Rani?"
She hesitated and then said "Saheb..." she paused. "Bolo Rani... "I
prompted. "Saheb ... kal aapne jo mere liye kiya ... uske liye..." she
hesitated again "uske liye main bahut shukraguzaar hoon..." "Kya bol
rahi ho tum ... maine kya kiya hai tumhare liye?" I told her simply. "Nahi
saab, aap bade dayalu ho ... aapne mujhe kaam pe rakha ... aur who bhi
250 rupaye par..." she said to me in a small voice, staring down. "Galat..."
I retorted, "250 rupaye par nahi... 500 rupaye mahine par", I said with
smile. "Saheb..." she began to speak, surprise on her face. "Shhh..." I
interrupted "Woh Pushpa ko iske bare mein kuchh mat bolna ... yeh
tumhare aur mere beech main hai ... samajh gayi?" I instructed her.
"Haan saab ... samajh gayi" she said with gratitude, her hand still
clutching her mouth in surprise. "Aur kabhi kisi cheez ki zaroorat pade to
mujhe bata dena ... sharmana mat" I told her in a warm tone. She just
nodded her head in gratitude.
Suddenly she darted forward, and leaning forward, placed her hand on
my feet, said "Oh Jignesh saheb ... shukriya ... bahut bahut shukriya ...
main aapka yeh aabhar kabhi..." "Arre, ye kya kar rahi ho tum..." I
interrupted her as I jerked my leg back. "Idhar aao" I said to her with
mock admonition in my tone "Idhar aakar baitho" patting the bed next to
where I was lying. With a quick glance to the door, she slowly came and
sat down tentatively on the edge of the bed. She was a dark girl, and
looked incredibly sexy to me right now, with her long hair braided and
lying on the front of her, and one ripe breast visible to me in her yellow
blouse, straining to get free. "Dekho Rani ... shukriya kehne ki koi
zaroorat nahi hai ... tum meri zaroorato ko poora karo ... aur main
tumhari zaroorato ko poora karoonga ... seedhi is baat hai" I said to her
with a smile. She looked up at me, and smiled for the first time.
She looked at me and asked "Main aapki kya seva kar sakti hoon saheb?",
and after a pause, she said "Aap jo bologe, main woh karoongi..." My
cock lurched inside my shorts when I heard that. "Tum kitne saal ki ho?"
I queried. "21 saheb" she replied. At least she was of a fuckable age, I
thought to myself. "Tumhari shaadi ho chuki hai?" I asked further. "Haan
saheb, par mera marad mujhko ek mahine ke andar chhod ke chala gaya"
she replied matter of factly. Then she proceeded to tell me her sad story,
which was so typical of young girls in the village.
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Apparently, she had been 'married off' to this boy at the age of 5 (child
marriages were common with these nomads), and at the age of 18, she
had been sent to live with her husband. He threw her out within a month
on the same old sick grounds of dowry, and now she was living with her
old parents. Thankfully, he had not left her pregnant. As she finished
telling me about her background, I felt sad and aroused at the same time.
Sad, because I felt bad for her condition. Aroused, because it meant she
had experienced sex at least a couple of times, and would definitely be
craving for it now. She smiled at me weakly when she saw me looking at
her face intently.
Pushpa was in the balcony hanging the clothes, and I could hear her
humming some village folk tune to herself. Taking my chance, I gently
took Rani's hand in mine, and placed it on my hard cock over my shorts.
"Tum meri seva karogi na Rani..." I asked her in a low hoarse voice.
Unlike that bitch Pushpa before her, Rani did not jump or struggle to
pull her hand back. She just lowered her head, and letting her hand
remain on my boner, said in a low voice "Haan saab ... karoongi" She
turned and glanced at the door once, and then sat there looking down
with her hand still on my cock. I quickly stretched out my and, and
cupped her left breast, which was not covered by the pallu of her sari.
They filled the cup of her blouse tight, and were probably a 32-C. Ripe,
firm, and pliant. Unlike Pushpa's pert little tits which were round (the
size of a large lemon), Rani's were more of the mango type, tapering to a
conical tip, and curved on the underside. She took in a deep breath, as I
squeezed her juicy tit, and sighed; but never looked up at me. Hearing
the jingling of Pushpa's anklets, as she came inside the house after
hanging the clothes in the balcony, Rani got up. She looked at me once,
and asked in a small voice "Saab, mujhe kab aana hoga ... aapki seva
karne?" I laughed, and smiling at her "Kal bataaoonga..." Picking up my
wallet from my drawer, I handed her three 100 rupee notes. I told her
that when I would pay them at the end of the month, I would give her
only 250 rupees in front of Pushpa, and this was the balance to make it
500. She folded her hands as he took it from me, bowed her head with
gratitude, touched it to her forehead, and quickly walked out of the room.
After the girls left, I showered, changed into my jeans and a tee, and
headed for my neighbor Sarla bhabhi's house. After all, I had promised
her yesterday that I'd come to meet her once in a while, so why not start
from today. Yesterday's incident in the terrace was still fresh in my mind,
and I wanted to make my next move quickly. As I rang the bell, I heard
her yell from inside, "Kaun hai?" I kept quiet, and just rang the bell
again. I could hear her muttering something, and then she opened the
door, a look of irritation on her face. As I stood there smiling, her face
broke into a wide smile, and she exclaimed "Jignesh! Oh, I thought..."
she broke off. "Come in, come in..." she said quickly, grasping my hand
and pulling me inside. I laughed as I followed her in, and as she was
closing the door behind her, I said cheerfully "Dekho aunty, main apne
waade ka pakka hoon" "Haan, woh to hai..." she responded, laughing.
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Today, she was wearing a white cotton sari with a white blouse. And
again, she was not wearing a bra under her blouse. As she bustled about
the room, clearing the magazines, clothes, and other stuff lying strewn
around the room, I couldn't help admire the way her soft breasts swung
freely in the confines of her blouse, and the way her hips swayed.
"Acchha, tum ek minute baitho beta ... main abhi aati hoon" she told me,
as she quickly went into her room. When she came out a minute later, I
could see the difference. She'd gone inside to make herself a little more
presentable. Her hair had been combed and re-tied in that little pony,
her sari had been adjusted, her face had been powdered, and I could
smell the sweet fragrance of some perfume on her.
I smiled inwardly to myself, my ego having got a boost knowing that she
did that on account of my arrival. She bustled into the room again, and
sat down on the sofa adjacent to mine. "To bataao, Jignesh bhai..." she
said with her trademark flirtatious smile, "aaj kaise aunty ko yaad kiya?"
"Aap bhi na, aunty ... kyun main aapko aise hi milne nahi aa sakta kya?" I
said in a hurt tone, making a face. She broke into a laugh "Arre beta,
main to mazaak kar rahi thhi" she said. "Acchha, did you have your
breakfast?" I when I replied in the negative, she got up and said she
would make something for me. As she sashayed into the kitchen, tucking
the pallu of her sari into her waist, I watched her swinging butt. Soon she
returned with some aloo parathas for me. She handed me the plate, and
settled down beside me on the couch.
As I was eating the parathas with relish, she propped her elbows on her
knees, and resting her face in her cupped palms, watched me eat.
"Ummm..." I grunted in appreciation, "Really yummy aunty". "Yummy
aunty or yummy parathas" she asked me teasingly. I threw back my head
and laughed. "Filhaal to parathe ke bare mein bol rahaa hoon aunty ...
aapko abhi chakha kahaan hai maine" I said with a naughty smile, and
laughed again. She slapped my arm with a look of mock anger on her
face, and laughing, said "Badmaash ... sharam nahi aati tumhe aunty ke
saath flirt karte hue ... itni saari girlfriends hai tumhari, phir bhi aunty pe
dore daal rahe ho..." "Haan, girlfriends to bahut hai aunty ... lekin aap
jitni sexy koi nahi hai" I said to her with a with the hint of a knowing
smile on my lips, my eyes looking into hers.
She pouted and said with mock hurt "Jhootha kahin ka ... hamesha aunt
ke saath mazaak karta rehta hai" "Mazaak nahi kar raha hoon aunty ...
sach bol rahaa hoon ... aapki kasam" I replied, placing my left hand on
her thigh, and looking into her eyes with a serious expression on my face.
The color rushed to her cheeks, and she adjusted her hair self
consciously, her eyes glancing at me seductively. Seeing my chance, I
shifted slightly so that my thighs were pressing against hers, and looking
into her eyes, said in all earnestness "You know aunty, since the time you
moved in next doors, I have been smitten by you. I still remember the
first day I saw you, and how gorgeous and sexy you looked the first day
you come to our house to introduce yourselves ... you were wearing a
orange chiffon sari with a matching sleeveless blouse that day..." I paused
to see her reaction. She was watching me intently, a hint of a smile
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flickering on her lips. "That image of you when I first saw you is still
etched in my memory ... and I think I fell in love with you at that very
instant. I could not get you out of my mind, and I was always looking for
a chance to just get a glimpse of you" I intoned.
As I spoke, she leaned back on the couch slightly, lifted her arm and
placed it on the backrest of the, and tilting her head to once side, gazed at
me with an expression that was probably a mixture of fondness and lust.
My eyes drifted to her breasts which were now pushing against the pallu
of her sari. As I turned my eyes back to her face, I could see that she had
noticed me looking, but made no attempt to change her posture. "Even
when we used to play cricket in the lane here, I was always hoping you
would come to watch us play" I continued. That part was true; I always
got an extra bit of flair into my game when this sexy aunty next door
came to watch us. "I hate garba & dandiya..." I said referring to the
festival of 9 nights when the folks dance through the night, "but I would
come just to see you aunty. You ... you looked so..." I hesitated with fake
shyness " ... so sexy in that ghagra choli you wore" I finished meekly,
lowering my head pretending extreme shyness.
There was a brief moment of silence, and then clearing her throat, she sat
forward, and placing her hand on mine which was still resting on her
thighs, she looked up at me with a very sensuous expression, and asked
"Jignesh ... Beta, if you felt like this ... so strongly about aunty ... why did
you never tell me anything?" I let out an audible sigh, "Oh aunty, there
were so many times I wanted to come and speak my heart to you" I
replied in a small voice "but I was afraid that you would laugh at me ...
and dismiss me as just another silly boy who is infatuated with you ... and
I was afraid that you would share it as joke with all your friends, and then
I would become the laughing stock of the colony..."I concluded in a hurt
tone. There was another brief moment of silence; I sat there silently with
a glum expression on my face, looking down. I could feel the heat of her
body, and the sound of her shallow breathing. "Jignesh" she said in a
voice that was almost a whisper. I didn't look up. "Jignesh" she
whispered urgently again, and reaching towards me, lifted up my face by
my chin "Look at me, Jignesh" she continued in that same soft husky
voice "Look at your Sarla bhabhi's face beta..." she insisted, still holding
my face held up by my chin "Does it look like I am laughing at you now?"
she asked softly, an intent expression on her face, her lips quivering
gently.
I looked into her eyes, and replied in an equal whisper "No..." Running
the fingers of her right hand across my face softly, her left one still gently
caressing the back of my palm resting on her thighs, she said "My dear
Jignesh beta ... you don't know how happy you have made aunty today ...
by sharing your feelings for me with me..." she spoke huskily. "Aunty ko
bhi tum bahut pasand ho beta..." she spoke in a whisper "Sun rahe ho
beta" she asked me "Jaise tumhe aunty ki zaroorat hai ... waise hi aunty
ko bhi tumhari zaroorat hai..." she said in a firm yet soft voice. "Tum
meri baat samajh rahe ho na, beta" she asked me softly, with a hint of a
smile returning to her lips. With that same forlorn look on my face, I
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shook my head dumbly. She pursed her lips in mock exasperation, and
muttered softly "Buddhu kahin ka..." Leaning back on the couch, she
placed her right arm once again on the top of the backrest, and with a
seductive look on her face, opened her other arm invitingly as if
beckoning me to come into her arms "Come here..." she whispered hotly
"Come into my arms"
Leaning towards her, I moved my face closer to her. She wrapped her
right arm which was on the backrest of the couch, across my shoulders,
and pulled me towards her with an urgency that gave away how hot she
was. As she pulled me towards her, I felt my chest press against her lush
soft breasts. A wave of desire surged through me, and I felt my cock
stiffening inside my pants. Lifting her other arm, she placed it at the back
of my head, and pulling my face close to hers, whispered "Kiss me beta ...
kiss your Sarla bhabhi" As she ran her tongue across her lips, I could feel
her hot breath on my face. I needed no further invitation, and a soft
moan, I pressed my lips to her luscious ones. She let out a soft moan too,
and tightening her embrace around me, parted her lips and kissed me
passionately.
"Oh boy, she sure is a wild one" I thought to myself, as she slid her wet
tongue inside my mouth and frenched me passionately, letting out little
moans intermittently. My left arm and my chest were mashed against her
lush soft breasts, so I raised my right arm and wrapped it around her
back, pulling her closer towards me, as I kissed her back with gusto. She
pulled her face away briefly, looked at me with something like raw
passion in her eyes, her lips quivering, and then again pressed her mouth
to mine. Her hands slid down from my face, and ran along my muscular
arms, as she moaned "Oh Jignesh ... I love your body" After kissing for
what seemed like an eternity, she pushed me away from her and said in a
husky whisper, "Take off your t-shirt Jignesh ... I want to see ... I want to
feel your body" I looked into her eyes, and stood up with a slow smile.
As I straightened, I could feel my cock fully erect now, and forming a

bulge in the front of my jeans. As I glanced at it, I saw her eyes drawn to
it as well. As I pulled off my t-shirt over my head, her gaze moved
upwards, and she looked with desire at my muscular torso, and my broad
chest with a sprinkling of hair on it. I stood there for a moment letting
her look at me. As if drawn by an invisible hand towards me, she stood
up. As she straightened, the pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulder, and
slid down her arms hanging by her side, and settled down on the floor.
She took a step towards me, and with a sigh, wrapped her arms around
me, pressing her sexy hot body against mine. I stood at least a head taller
than her, and her face came only up to my chest.
My cock stirred as I felt her soft ample breasts press against my lower
chest and belly. I wrapped my arms around her back, and pressed her
towards me, making sure she could feel the bulge of my hard cock on her
soft rounded 36-year old belly. Leaning back slightly in my arms, she
brought her arms to the front of me, and began to run her fingers on my
chest and arms. This aroused me immensely, and with a moan "Oh
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aunty..." I slid my hands down her back and cupped her soft fleshy butt.
As I squeezed the pliant flesh of her sexy round butt, I heard a soft hiss
escape her lips. Placing both my hands on the soft skin of her waist, I
pushed her away gently, and looked her appraisingly. It was some sight.
A strand of hair displaced from her tied up pony hung over her eyes
reaching up to her left cheek. She looked back at me, her lips slightly
parted, breathing fast. My eyes moved lower to her neck, the white skin
inviting. My cock twitched involuntarily as my eyes took in the sight of
her soft rounded breasts, hanging loosely in her white blouse, the pallu of
her sari lying half on the floor, and the smoothness of her slightly bulging
round belly. "Aunty..." I whispered hoarsely, looking at her lusciously
curved breasts, my hands kneading the flesh at the sides of her soft belly.
Her lips curving into a seductive smile, her hands slid down, and taking
my hand in hers, she lifted and placed it on her left breast. I let out a long
breath, as she pressed my palm on the soft pliant flesh of her gently
hanging breast thru her blouse. As my fingers involuntarily closed
around her tit, she threw her head back and sighed "Oh Jignesh..." I
continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts through her blouse, feeling
their softness in my hand; I mentally confirmed to myself that she was a
34-C. My right hand kneading her breast through her blouse, my left
hand squeezing her butt through her sari, I bent forward and kissed her
bare neck; running my tongue down from her neck to her chest, and
down to the valley of her breasts. As she shivered, she clutched my head
by the hair, and pressed my face to her soft blouse covered boobs. I
clutched the soft flesh of the sides of her belly hard, as I rubbed my face
on the softness of her blouse clad breasts.
Suddenly, we were startled by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Both us

froze, and stared at each other, as if disbelieving the fact that the bell had
rung. After a few seconds, the bell rang again. Sarla bhabhi quickly
disengaged from me and began to hastily adjust her sari. I picked up my
t-shirt lying on the couch and pulled it on hastily. She crept silently to the
door and glanced through the peep-hole. Turning to me with a scared &
guilty expression, she silently mouthed "It is Kalpana"; just as we heard
Kalpana aunty say in a loud voice from outside, "Sarla bhabhi, it is me ...
Kalpana..." Sarla bhabhi stood there thinking for the briefest of an
instance, and then quickly pointed to me to get out from the kitchen
door, which opened into the wash area of their compound. From their, I
could jump across the compound wall into our compound. I quickly
nodded and rushed out.
I jumped out of the compound wall into the lane behind, and then turned
and walk back casually into our land, as if returning from somewhere. As
I approached my house, I could see the door of Sarla bhabhi's house
open, and their voices coming from inside. I opened the gate to my
house, making as much of a loud noise as possible, just to signal that I
had stepped out and was just returning. Hearing the noise of my gate
opening, Kalpana aunty came out, followed by Sarla bhabhi. "Oh Jignesh
bhai, there you are ... I was just about to leave your tiffin with Sarla
bhabhi" she said to me with a smile. I could see Sarla bhabhi standing
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behind her, and nodding her head knowingly, with the same teasing
smile.
Keeping a straight face, I explained to Kalpana aunty that I had just

stepped out for a minute to go to the nearby grocery shop. As I took the
tiffin box from Kalpana aunty, the two maids, Pushpa and Rani, came up
to Sarla bhabhi's house. I groaned inwardly as I realized that this was the
time the two girls came to work at Sarla bhabhi's house. As I looked at
Sarla bhabhi and frowned my disappointment, she just let out a silent
laugh, and pursed her lips, blowing me a silent kiss. As Kalpana aunty
left, Sarla bhabhi also followed the maids inside her house, waving
goodbye to me teasingly. "Cock teasing bitch" I thought to myself, as I
too opened the door of my house and went in.
As I was having my lunch, the phone rang. It was Jigna. She was calling
me from a pay-phone near her school. "Hi baby, how come you are
calling me from school?" I asked cheerfully. She spoke rapidly, and
explained to me that they had two free classes now, since the teachers
had suddenly gone on leave, and so herself and Sejal were planning to go
watch a movie at a near-by cinema-hall. As I was wondering where I
came into the picture, she continued "Bhaiya, we were thinking it would
be so nice if you could also come ... please come no, bhaiya ... please,
please, please ... see Sejal is also telling me to ask you to come..." she said
in a sing-song voice trying to convince me desperately. After thinking for
a moment, I agreed. She was elated to hear my saying yes, and I could
hear telling Sejal excitedly that I had agreed. We fixed up to meet outside
the hall in 30 minutes time. I finished my lunch quickly, and picking up
my helmet & jacket, headed towards the theatre on my bike.
As I approached the cinema-hall, I could see the two girls standing at the
entrance waiting for me. As I rode into the compound, Jigna's face lit up
and she waved excitedly to me. Sejal's face to lit up in a bright smile. As I
parked my bike, and walked up to them, Jigna came running towards
me, and grabbing my hand, said excitedly with a big smile "Oh thank you
for coming Jignesh bhai..." I smiled back and squeezing her hand said
"How could I refuse when you call me, baby" She laughed excitedly as we
walk back towards where Sejal stood. As I approached her, I stuck out my
hand, and said "Hi Sejal..." smiling at her. She smiled demurely, and as I
shook her hand, I gave her a knowing look, and squeezed her hand
gently.
To Be Continued...
Part - 8
It was a 1:00 pm show, and there were hardly any people. And since the
movie had already started, the ticket counter was deserted. As we walked
up to the counter to buy tickets, Jigna stopped suddenly and said that she
wanted to buy some pop-corn and Cola. I handed her the money and told
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her to get it quickly. As she ran off, I turned to Sejal and said "You know
Sejal, I didn't want to come ... but when Jigna told me that you were also
with her ... I changed my mind". She looked at me with those big round
eyes, and then her face slowly broke into a pleased smile.
As we walked towards the counter, she placed her hand on my arm and
squeezed gently, smiling her thanks to me. We walked into the hall, and
saw that it was almost empty. There were hardly any people. I had
selected seats which were at the last row. There were about 15-20 others
in the hall, and most of them were couples who had come to cozy up on
the pretext of a movie. I smiled inwardly when I saw that there was no
one else in our row. We sat down on our seats, with Sejal to my left, and
Jigna to my right.
The movie was some lousy Govinda comedy. As we sat, I had placed my
helmet in my lap and had thrown my jacket over it. Jigna was already
immersed in the movie, and laughing gaily at every silly joke in the
movie. After a while, the entrance to the hall was closed, and there was
almost complete darkness, with only the light from the screen flickering
across the hall. As soon as that happened, I felt Jigna slide her hands
under my arm and hook it around my arm. As she pressed herself closer
to me, I felt her hard firm breasts pressing against my arm. I stiffened
instinctively. "Shit, this bitch is going to get me into trouble" I thought to
myself. I glanced furtively at Sejal. She hadn't noticed anything and was
watching the movie, both her hands placed demurely in her lap.
I shifted to her side imperceptibly, hoping to get a feel of her big soft
boobs on my left arm as well. But the way she was sitting, all I managed
to get was the feel of her shoulders against mine. On the other side,
Jigna's tight breasts pressing against my right arm was causing junior to
wake up, and soon it became really uncomfortable for me with my hard
cock straining in my underwear. As the movie progressed, I slowly
moved my right hand off the hand-rest of my seat, and placed it on
Jigna's knee. She instantly placed her hand on the back of my palm and
pressed it to her knee. The way my helmet was placed on my lap, and
with my jacket lying half over her Jigna's thighs, there was no way Sejal
could see what was going on.
With the utmost subtlety, I hooked my fingers on the hem of Jigna's

skirt, and began to slowly pull it up her thighs. Keeping her eyes, on the
screen, she slowly pulled up one end of my jacket and covered my hand
as well as her thighs with it. I pulled up her skirt, and began to gently
caress the smooth skin of her bare thighs. From the way she squirmed in
her seat, I could see that she loved it. She periodically clasped &
unclasped her thighs, trapping my hand in between the warm firm flesh
of her thighs. Ever so slowly, I let my hands creep upwards, and I felt her
part her legs a bit to let my hand free access. As I was doing this, I felt
Sejal shift in her seat, and I froze.
As she shifted, I felt her move a bit more closely to me and press her
shoulder against my arm, and at the
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same time pressing her knee against my thigh. "Oh boy..." I thought to
myself. Taking that as a hint, even as I continued to manipulate the
insides of Jigna's thighs with my right hand, I slowly slid my left hand
and placed it on Sejal's lap. She stiffened as she felt my palm rest on her
thick fleshy thigh, albeit over her skirt. Then I slowly slid my palm down
Sejal's thigh, till my fingers could feel the bare skin of her knee. I began
to then caress the soft skin on her knee with my fingers.
As I did that, I began to feel her tremble a little bit. Not wanting to scare
her off, I stopped moving my fingers, and just let it rest there on her
knee. We continued to watch the movie in this position for some time.
After a while, sensing no movement or encouragement from Sejal, I took
my left hand off her knees and rested my forearm back on the hand-rest
of the seat again. As soon as I did that, she shifted again, and with an
imperceptible movement, slid her right hand under my left arm, and
hooked her hand around it. As I turned to glance at her when she did
that, she also looked up at me, and with a shy smile tightened her grip on
my arm. "Now that's better" I thought to myself as I smiled at her, and
got the feel of her big soft breasts pressing against my left arm. I slid my
hand off the hand-rest again, and placing it on her knee, patted her knee
in acknowledgment.
It was almost like I had a big soft cushion being pressed into my arm.
While all this was going on, my right hand too was busy, and by now had
reached all the way up to Jigna's panties. She was pressing my hand with
hers on her mound, and I was gently rubbing the mound of her pussy
through her panties. In between, I would scrape the slit of her pussy
through her panties with my finger tips, causing her to shudder. Sejal, on
the other side, in the meantime had quietly placed her hand on my palm,
and was gently pressing it to her thigh. But I could not take the chance of
sliding my hand under her skirt, as there was no cover for her unlike
Jigna, whose thighs were covered by one end of my jacket.
My boner was screaming for attention by now. As Jigna continued to rub

her tight breasts on my right arm, I was getting tired of just having Sejal's
soft breasts pressed against my other arm. On the pretext of re-adjusting
myself on my seat, I removed my left hand from Sejal's lap as well as
Jigna's lap, and stretched, lifting both my hands well above my head. As I
brought my hands down after completing the fake stretching, instead of
bringing them both down, I draped my left arm around Sejal's shoulder,
and brought my right hand back to Jigna's lap.
Sejal froze once again, as my hands were placed on her shoulders, my

palm resting on her left shoulder; while Jigna immediately slid her hands
under my arm again, and pulled my right hand back in between her
spread thighs. She re-adjusted the jacket again to cover her thighs, as I
started to rub her mound through her panties again. Shifting my focus
back to Sejal, I began to gently run my finger on her shoulder, feeling the
strap of her bra through her shirt & petticoat. By now, sure that Jigna
had not noticed this move, she had relaxed a bit.
As I caressed her shoulder flesh with my fingers, I felt her move her
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shoulder and press it against my hand. At the same time, her knee
pressed harder against mine. "So sweetheart, you like it..."I thought to
myself with a smile. With this newfound confidence, I moved my slid it in
between the collar of her school uniform's shirt and her neck. I then
began to caress her neck. I could feel her draw in her breath sharply, as
she felt my hand on the bare skin of her neck. Her skin felt smooth and
hot to my touch. Then I began to tease her by caressing her collar bone
and her neck with my fingers. Sliding my fingers down a bit more, I felt
the softness of her chest just above the first button of her shirt. She
shivered at my touch, and pressed herself closer towards me, her
shoulders pressing into the side of my rib-cage under my armpit.
As this was going on, I felt Jigna on the other side shift sideways towards
me, and slide her hand to my lap, under my jacket. My helmet was placed
just over my crotch, hiding the bulge in my jeans, and she slid her hand
on to my crotch through the face-opening of my helmet. "Horny ... but a
smart bitch" I thought to myself on her ingenuity. With her palm resting
on my lump, she began to press it through my jeans; and tried to squeeze
it through my jeans. I responded by rubbing my finger tips harder
against her slit, which I could feel through her thin cotton panties, and
was rewarded by the feel of her panties beginning to get wet.
On the pretext of re-adjusting the way I was sitting again, I moved by

butt on the seat, and in one swift motion pulled Sejal closer towards me,
and rested my palm on the swell of her big soft fleshy breast. They were
the biggest, softest, fleshiest tit-flesh I had ever felt in my life. I felt her
sharp intake of air, as my palm landed on her breast. She glanced quickly
towards Jigna, and then at me. I continued to look straight ahead, and
just kept my palm there, ready to remove my hand if I saw any resistance
from her. I could feel her breathing faster and her left breasts heaving up
and down under my arm. Taking one more chance, I cupped her breast
in my hand and squeezed it gently. The feeling was just amazing. It was
almost like squeezing a milk bag; soft yet heavy; pliant yet fleshy.
I felt her shudder involuntarily, and then in a sudden motion she put her
right hand on my thigh and squeezed. I was in seventh heaven. I couldn't
believe that this hot busty teenager, whom I had met for the first time
just two days back, was today sitting by my side in a dark cinema-hall,
letting me squeeze her juicy tits. As I felt the swell of her heavy breasts
though her shirt, petticoat, and bra; I told to myself that she had to be a
C-cup, and not B. On the other side, Jigna was beginning to get more
adventurous. She was now trying to pull down the fly of my jeans. I
leaned back a little bit to straighten my hips, so that she could pull down
the fly of my jeans. Little by little, she inched the zip down, and had it
fully open in some time.
As she slid her hand inside the opening of my fly, and her fingers touched
my rock hard cock through my underwear, I squeezed my thighs
together. My arousal had by now reached new peaks, and in a swift but
almost imperceptible movement, I took my left hand off Sejal's breasts,
and slit it into the neck of Sejal's shirt. I was rewarded by the feel of the
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hot soft flesh of the top of her heavy breasts on my palm. With my fingers
inside the neck of her shirt, I could now feel the deep neck of her
petticoat against my finger tips now. As my fingertips caressed her chest,
I could feel the beginning of the swell of her fantastic pair of tits. Her
right hand on my left knee clutched harder. She, ever so gently, raised
her left hand, and grabbed my left hand which was inside her shirt now,
feeling the skin just above the neck of her petticoat.
As she did that, she also pressed her breast from the side with her arm
left arm, causing her heavy breasts to press together and push up
towards my exploring fingers, creating a valley between those two
heavenly breasts. I took this as encouragement, and began to tease the
crevice that had formed between her pliant tit-flesh now. Pulling her
closer towards me, I pushed my hand deeper inside her shirt and slid it
inside the neck of her petticoat. As my fingers touched the top of her
magnificent breasts, I felt her shiver, and goose-bumps form all over her
hot skin. My cock was aching and straining by now. As my fingers
continued to feel the top of her heavenly tits, I could feel the edges of her
tight bra.
As I ran my fingers along the edge of her bra, I could feel that the poor
girl was wearing an extremely tight bra; probably to keep her big heavy
tits in check. I tried to slide my fingers inside the cup of her bra, but was
not able to get it in more than an inch due to the tightness of her bra. By
now she was clutching my thigh almost painfully hard, and was pressing
herself even more against me. I glanced at her, and she looked up at me,
a mixed look of desire and fear on her face. Tapping the edge of the cup
of her bra, I pursed my lips in a grimace, and shook my head, indicating
my frustration. She responded by turning her face to the screen again,
and hunching her shoulders together more, trying to create some space
between her breasts and the bra. It didn't help much, and my fingers
were not able to go in any more. She just looked up at me with a resigned
expression, and then rested her head on my chest. Just then, the movie
reached its interval, and 'INTERMISSION' appeared on the screen.
There was a flurry of movements all around, as Jigna pulled her hand out
of my open fly, I pulled my hand from in between her thighs, and at the
same time slipped my other hand from inside Sejal's shirt, and swinging
it over her head, brought it back to my lap. As the lights came on, we all
assumed our positions of normalcy. Jigna stretched her hands above her
head and yawned; I did the same, while Sejal just straightened her back
and smiled at both of us. Jigna asked Sejal if they could go to the
women's room. Sejal nodded and stood up. I couldn't get up with my fly
lying open under my helmet, so I just sat there, as they both went out.
Once they left, I quickly put my hand inside my underwear, adjusted my
hard cock, which was already oozing pre-cum, to a more comfortable
position pointing towards my belly; and then zipping up my fly, walked
out of the hall to get a couple of cold drinks.
Sejal & Jigna returned just as the movie resumed. I was already back in
my seat, waiting for them with the bottles of Coke. As Jigna took her seat
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on my right, Sejal squeezed past my knee and took her seat on my left.
We began to watch the movie again, sipping our drinks. As the door was
shut, and the hall became dark, Jigna made the first move. Taking my
hand, she placed it in between her legs, and immediately covered it with
the end of my jacket. I shook my head in silent disbelief. I had never
come across a hornier teenager before. As I began to caress the soft warm
insides of her thighs again, she furtively slid her hand under my jacket,
and through the opening in the helmet, began to caress my cock thru my
jeans again.
Seeing that Jigna was occupied, I slowly lifted my other arm and placed it
around Sejal's shoulders. This time she responded immediately by
pressing herself towards me. My fingers began to move towards her
breasts as if with a mind of their own. As my hand reached the neck of
her shirt, I felt her lift her left and hand fiddle with something at the
front of her shirt. As she put her hand back on her lap, I realized to my
utter surprise & joy that she had just opened the top button of her shirt.
My heart started beating faster, as I realized that this plump busty
teenager sitting next to me was actually, literally inviting me to feel her
magnificent breasts.
My fingers cupped her breast from outside her shirt, and gently squeezed
them, causing her to press herself against me more. While I was at this,
Jigna was going from milestone to another. My hand between her legs
had again reached her panties, and as I began to rub the mound of her
pussy through her panties, I felt her slide her free right hand under her
skirt, and touch my hand. She slid herself down a little more on the seat,
and then to my shock, she hooked her finger in the elastic of her panty,
and pulled it down a bit. I needed no second invitation, and my fingers
slid inside her panty. She pulled her hand back out, and my hand was
now firmly held inside by the elastic of her panties; her wet pussy
pressing against my fingers.
She spread her thighs wider, and gently pushed her pelvis up towards my
palm, as if urging me to finger her. I responded in kind my beginning to
rub her with slit with my middle finger. She shivered violently as I did
that, and in a fit of arousal, quickly opened my fly again and squeezed my
erect cock through my undies. She then proceeded to pull my underwear
down a bit, and with a little bit of difficulty freed my hard cock from the
confines of my underwear. As my shaft sprang out, it was so erect it
almost touched the top of my helmet from inside. And as I began to
finger her juicy virgin pussy, she took my hardness in her soft hand and
began to stroke me gently.
I shifted in my seat to get a little more comfortable, and in the same
motion, pushed my palm inside Sejal's shirt; and then without any delay
inside her petticoat as well. As I felt the top of her big soft breasts, my
fingers touched the edge of her bra cups. As I tried to push my finger
inside the cup of her bra, I was in for another shocker. I realized that
Sejal's bra was hanging loose over her amazing boobs; as a result of
which my hand slid in about as easily as it would have had she just
covered it with a sheet. "Oh man ... what a girl!" I thought to myself. This
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sweet sexy busty plump teenager, had in the interval, gone into the toilet
and unhooked her bra from behind! My palm was now almost fully inside
her bra, and for the first time, I felt the huge size, heavy weight, and
incredible softness of her incredibly matured breasts. They felt like a
huge lump of soft dough in my hand, and my hand automatically closed
around that hot mammary flesh.
As I turned to look at her, I saw that she had pressed her head onto my
chest, and with her eyes closed, was breathing heavily. My fingers
kneaded the soft flesh of her tits, and probed around for her nipples. Her
breasts were so huge, that I couldn't find her nipples where I would've
normally found them on any other normal size breast. Because of the size
of her heavy tits, they hung down on her chest, and the nipples were
almost at the bottom of her boob's curve, more towards her belly. I had
to start pulling up the flesh of her tits, before my fingers could feel her
nipples. For the size of her breasts, her nipples were relatively small. But
I figured they were extremely sensitive, for as soon as my finger tip
touched it, it stiffened, and she almost let out a moan.
So here I was ... in a dark cinema hall, squeezing and fondling the big
breasts of one plump teenage girl; and fingering the wet juicy cunt of
another lithe firm bodied one, while she stroked my hard cock! Given the
circumstances, could any guy have asked for more? I think not. Jigna was
beginning to push up her pelvis almost rhythmically now, even as Sejal
was squirming in her seat, the sensation of my hands caressing, fondling,

and kneading her tits & nipples sent her into orbit. The way Jigna was
going on stroking my cock now; I was scared that I would cum.
Thankfully, the movie was coming to an end now; and I quickly withdrew
my hand from inside her skirt. Sliding it inside my helmet, I tapped her
hand which was stroking my cock softly. She got the hint and began to
withdraw her hand, even as I unobtrusively pulled out my hand from the
insides of Sejal's bra, petticoat and shirt. As both girls began to look at
the screen, I furtively slid my hand inside my jacket & helmet, and put
my house in order ... tucking my cock in, and zipping up my fly. With
sanity prevailing now, I put my hand on either girl's leg and squeezed it
gently, conveying my thanks to them for a fantastic time. The movie got
over soon and we trooped out.
Sejal excused herself first saying she needed to go into the washroom. I
figured she wanted to go and hook-up her bra again. After chatting with
me for a few minutes, Jigna too followed her inside; probably to take a
piss, and maybe wipe her wet pussy. It was Sejal who returned first. She
looked extremely unsure and scared as she approached me. The courage
which she had managed to muster inside the hall seemed to have
deserted her now. She was having trouble looking at me in the eye, and
came and stood shyly by my side, silently looking elsewhere. Seeing her
discomfiture, I quickly grabbed her hand, and raising it to my lips, kissed
them. She looked at me first with shock, and then seeing the loving
expression on my face, a smile came to her face. I leaned towards her,
still holding her hand, and whispered in her ear, "Sejal, you are a
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wonderful person. And I love you for who you are." A blush crept up to
her cheeks, and her smile broadened.
Suddenly I remembered something. Glancing around to see if Jigna was

coming back, and confirming that she was not, I quickly extracted my
wallet, and took out two 500 rupee notes, and pressed it into Sejal's
hands. "Sweetheart, I forgot to give you this yesterday. This is some
pocket money from me for your picnic tour tomorrow" I said with a smile
"I know you would be getting some pocket money from your parents, but
just keep this with you in any case ... OK" I told her in dead earnest. She
just nodded quietly and slid the money into her skirt pocket, just as Jigna
re-appeared from the wash room. I dropped off the two girls back to their
school and headed home. It was nearly half past five in the evening when
I reached home. My cock had oozed so much pre-cum that my underwear
had become sticky and uncomfortable. I was dying for a shower and a
change.
As I was parking my bike, I saw Sarla bhabhi open the door and come
out. Her face lit up with a smile as she saw me. Smiling, she said "Jignesh
... tum sau saal jiyoge ... main tumhare bare mein hi soch rahi thhi..."
"Main zara market jaane ka soch rahi thhi ... ek do saadiyan lene... "she
continued. She was dressed in a light green chiffon sari, and was looking
incredibly sexy with her hair tied up nicely in a pony, a hint of lipstick on
her luscious lips, and ear-rings dangling on her earlobes. Putting on her
most seductive smile, she asked "Tum mere saath aaoge beta ... aunty ko
company ho jayegi..." and her voice trailed off. "Arre aunty ... yeh bhi koi
poochne ki baat hai ... mujhe bas das minute deejiye ... main zara naha ke
aata hoon" I responded immediately with a smile. She perked up when
she heard that.
I had a quick shower, and came out dressed in a pair of comfortable
khakis and a white cotton shirt. As I was about to walk towards my bike,
she stopped me
and said that we would go in her car. She had an old Maruti 800, which
was seldom used as her husband was out of town mostly, and she did not
know how to drive. Pressing the car keys into my hand, she said teasingly
"Kya baat hai ... tum to bade dashing lag rahe ho..." I just smiled and
squeezed her hand gently in response. We got into her car, and I drove
towards the city. Before leaving, I had already called up the store
manager at the boutique shop owned by my father's friend, and informed
him that I was coming with yet another customer. He was naturally
thrilled to hear this, and assured me of his best services as always. And I
too was waiting to catch up with that sales girl Sapna again.
As we drove, Sarla bhabhi told me that she was planning to go to the

older part of the city, where she typically bought her clothes. We would
have to park the car someplace and walk around the place, picking up
stuff from multiple shops. "Mujhe kuch gowns bhi lene hai ... aur kuch
meri personal cheeze..." she told me with a teasing smile. I presumed the
"personal cheeze" were her undergarments. "Aunty, main aapko ek
boutique store mein le jaata hoon ... jo ki mere papa k ek dost chalate
hain ... wahan par aapko sab kuch mil jayega" I suggested to her. "Par
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wahan to sab kuch bahut mehenga hoga na?" she protested. I smiled
reassuringly, and placing my hand on hers, said "Are aunty, uski chinta
aap mat keejiye ... meri bahut samay se icchha thi ki main aapke saath
shopping ke liye jaoon ... aur aapko jo pasand ho woh lekar doon..." As
she started to protest, I cut her off, and squeezing her hands, told her
"Oh aunty, aap nahi jaanti aap mujhe kitni acchhi lagti hain ... meri
khushi ke liye itna to karne deejiye mujhe..." "Oh Jignesh beta ... you are
so sweet" she said with a charming smile, fluttering her eyelashes. "Tum
jo pasand karoge, main wahi loongi ... ab khush ho na?" she teased me. I
laughed and said, "Yes, I am very happy now, aunty". We soon reached
the store.
As we entered the store, the manager was waiting at the counter. He

beamed when he saw me and pumped my hand enthusiastically, while
greeting Sarla bhabhi with a polite "Namaste". Sapna, the sales girl, was
standing there attentively, and smiled at me brightly when she saw me.
She led us to the first floor. As I followed Sarla bhabhi up the stairs, I
couldn't help but look at the way her sexy ass swayed under her sari. She
said she needed to go to the women's room. Sapna guided her to the loo,
and returned. The two of us were alone on the floor for now. As she stood
there fidgeting with her hair, she said softly, "I am very happy to see you
again, sir".
She was dressed in the same uniform of white shirt-top and black
women's trousers. I stepped up close to her, and kneeling towards her,

whispered in her ears, "Tum yahaan par hote ho, is liye mera yahaan bar
bar aane ka man karta hai..." She smiled softly when she heard that. I
glanced around to check if anybody was around, and after confirming
there was no one, I quickly took her hand in mine, and pressing a 500
rupee note into her hand, said softly "Sapna, you look really sexy when
you keep the top button of your shirt open..." The color rushed to her
cheeks, and she blushed when she heard that. She looked into my eyes
with a hint of smile playing on her lips.
Glancing around to check no one was around, her hands reached up to
her neck, and unbuttoned the top button of her top. My cock lurched in
my pants at this gesture. She looked away shyly as I glanced at her neck
and cleavage. I lifted my hand, with ran my finger gently along the side of
her face, and trailed down towards her neck. Her breathing quickened as
I did that. I pulled my hand away quickly as I saw Sarla bhabhi returning
from the women's room. As she approached us, Sapna turned to her and
asked "So what would you like to look at ma'am?" Sarla bhabhi turned to
me with an imploring look, as if begging me to take control of
proceedings.
Smiling at her, I said "We'd like to start with looking at some saris for
aunty ji here ... she is a very special aunty to me ... so I am leaving the
choice to you Sapna..." Sapna smiled and led us to the section where saris
were displayed. As we followed her, I took Sarla bhabhi's arm and
whispered "Aunty, I don't want you to look at the price tag, OK ... I want
you to just select what you like..." "Oh Jignesh beta..." she began to
protest. I cut her with a "Shhh..." As Sapna began to show Sarla bhabhi
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various choices, Sarla bhabi told her that she was basically looking at one
good chiffon sari to wear for parties, and a few lesser quality cotton saris
to wear at home or when going out to the shop.
As we were looking at the saris, a black chiffon one with silver tinsel
embroidery caught my attention. Picking it up, I turned to Sarla bhabi
and said "This will look really good on you, aunty..." Bending towards
her, I whispered "In fact, you will look really sexy in this" She smiled on
hearing this, and glance at the price tag. Turning back to me, she began
to say that it was too expensive. I just made a stern face, and stopped her.
I was already imagining how sexy she would look in that black sari,
which was partly transparent, through which her black sleeveless blouse,
arms and belly would be seen. "What do you say, Sapna?" I asked.
"Of course, sir ... this would look very good on madam ... it will go very
well with her fair complexion..." she replied with a smile. "In fact, there
are some other colors also, if madam is interested..." she continued. She
brought out another wine-red one of the same type, which was equally
appealing. I liked both, and I could see that Sarla bhabhi too was
struggling to decide which one to select. Turning to me she said,
"Jignesh, they are both so gorgeous ... I can't decide which one to take..."
"It's simple" I said with a broad smile "we'll take them both". Her jaw
dropped, and her hands leapt to her mouth, saying "No, no... , I can't..." I
just asked Sapna to keep both of them aside, and told her firmly that we
were taking both of them.
We then proceeded to select the cotton saris that she wanted. There too,
Sarla bhabhi had planned to buy only two saris, but I got her four of
them. By now, she had stopped protesting, and was taking everything I
said with a grateful smile. Sapna then helped her select the matching
petticoats and blouse pieces also. She said that they had a in-house tailor
who could get her at least one blouse stitched in an hour's time. As the
tailor came, and was taking Sarla bhabhi's measurements for the blouse,
I could see him glance furtively at her cleavage. Sapna too noticed this,
and smiled shyly at me when I caught her eye. As the tailor left, Sapna
said she would go down and arrange for some cold drinks for us while we
waited. She went downstairs to take care of that.
As she left, I turned to Sarla bhabhi and asked "Aunty, you had said that
you wanted to buy some other personal things also ... what were those?" I
asked innocently. She blushed, and with the same seductive smile on her
lips, said "Nahi ... woh to main akele kar loongi... " "Acchha, to aap mujhe
ab bhi paraya samajhti hai ... theek hai ... jaisi aapki marzi..." I said with
a hurt tone in my voice. She quickly clasped my arm, and said "No beta ...
aisi baat nahi hai ... mmm ... woh bas thode se bra aur panty lene thhe
mujhe..." her voice trailed off, shyness overcoming her. "Oh" I said, as if I
was only now beginning to understand. "OK, I will then tell that sales girl
to help you with that also..." I said simply, and stood there looking away
with my arms folded. I could see her mind trying to decide what she
should do.
After a few seconds of indecisiveness, she walked up real close to me, and
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resting her hand on my arm, with that teasing hint of smile on her lips,
said softly "Won't you help me select that also, Jignesh" The look in her
eyes as she looked at me made my cock lurch. "But please ask that sales
girl to leave us alone for some time ... I will feel shy..." her voice trailed
off. I allowed a smile to gradually light up my face and nodded at her.
When Sapna returned with the cold drinks for us, I told her that we
would just like to look around for a while, and that she could go down
and take care of her other work. As I said this, I winked at her. She got
the hint, and said that she would wait downstairs for us.
After she went back, we went up to the lingerie section, where all kinds of
exotic lingerie were on display. I could see Sarla bhabhi look at them with
desire. She reached out and touched one of them, a satiny one with lacy
cups, and wire support at the bottom of the cups ... but frowned when she
saw the price tag. I could see that she liked that. And I could also imagine
how sexy she would look in that, the black bra & panty in stark contrast
to her milky white skin. At the same time I could also see that she was
distinctly uncomfortable looking at these personal undergarments, with
her neighbour's 18-year old son who lusted after her. I broke the ice by
picking up that particular bra from the rack, and turning to her said "Oh
aunty, this will look really sexy on you..." She blushed as I said that, and
was struggling for words. I decided to take my chance, and continued
"Oh aunty, it will be my dream come true if I can see you wearing this..."
She bit her lips, and her face took on an expression of shyness and lust at
the same time, a slow smile playing on her lips. "OK beta, if you want
aunty to wear this ... I will" she said in a soft voice.
Once again, I insisted on her taking not just that one, but a crimson red
one, and a dark blue one of the same pattern. They were all with
matching lacy panties. Turning to her, I said "Aunty, there is one more
thing I want to buy for you..." Taking her hand in mine, I led her to
another part of the lingerie section where satiny slips & night gowns were
displayed. I had my eyes on a crimson red one satiny slip, which was
displayed on a mannequin. It came to just below the thighs, and above
the knees, with only a thin strap holding it at the shoulder. There was a
matching gown of translucent material which one could wear over the
slip. The gown was to be tied with a sash in front. Sarla bhabhi's eyes lit
up when she saw that. It was probably the kind of stuff which she had
dreamt of wearing sometime when she was younger.
With a sigh, she reached out and touched the soft material, and said in a
hoarse whisper "It's beautiful..." "It will look even more beautiful when
you wear it, aunty..." I replied softly. She looked into my eyes for a
moment, and then began to shake her head. "No Jignesh beta ... you have
already spent so much ... no ... I cannot..." I stepped up real close to her,
and placing my hands on her waist, pulled her towards me, her body
touching mine. "For me, Sarla aunties ... please..." I said with desire in
my voice. After a few tense seconds, she placed her hand on my chest,
and said "Tum aunty ko bahut chaahte ho na, Jignesh..." When I nodded
my assent, she smiled, and said "OK beta ... for you ... anything..." I
smiled warmly, and before she could react, leant forward and placed a
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quick kiss on her cheeks. I pulled away from her, and went to call Sapna
to pack the stuff we had selected.
As Sapna came up, Sarla bhabhi excused herself to go to the women's

room again. As she left, Sapna came up to me and said softly, "Sir, will
you come with me for a minute please..." "Of course" I replied,
wondering what she had in mind. She led me to into the corridor of the
section where the changing rooms were, which was not visible from the
main area. Stopping there, she turned to me and slipped a piece of paper
into my hand. "This is my phone number, sir ... if you need me for
anything ... just call me ... I will come" she said a meek voice. As I heard
this sexy dark sales girl say this, I felt my cock lurch in my pants again.
"Main saat baje ko free ho jaati hoon... "she continued hesitatingly "uske
baad kabhi bhi aa sakti hoon ... aap mujhe subak ko phone kar ke bata de
to main kapde bhi lekar aa sakti hoon ... phir main yahan se nikalne se
pehle change karke aapko milne aa sakti hoon..." she finished. I just
looked at her without a word.
Seeing no response from me, a look of fear and uncertainty came to her
face. Slowly I allowed a smile to come on to my face. I stepped up to her,
and placing my hand on her waist, pulled her towards me. As I felt her
lithe firm body press against mine, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed
her. She was stunned for a moment, but then relaxed and kissed me
back. As she parted her sweet lips, I slid my tongue inside and lashed it
against her tongue. She responded with passionate fervor, and I slid my
hands down to her butt and squeezed them, pressing her body against
me. She let out a soft sigh as she felt my hardness pressing against her
belly. I could feel her firm breasts enclosed in a padded bra, pressing
against my lower chest. I pulled away from her, and held her at arms
length, looking into her eyes. "Main phone karoonga tumhe, Sapna ... par
ek shart par..." I said "tum mujhe sir nahi bulaaoge..." She smiled
sweetly, and tilting her face to one side, nodded at me.
We came out of the changing rooms' area quickly, just in time to see
Sarla bhabhi returning from the women's wash room. By this time, the
tailor had returned with the black blouse for the black sari, and Sarla
bhabhi and Sapna went towards the changing room to check the fitting. I
headed downstairs to wait for them. She was satisfied with the blouse (a
sleeveless one of course), and I then proceeded to settle the bills. Once
again, Sarla bhabhi looked at me with concern when she saw the amount.
I just smiled at her re-assuringly. The attendants helped us carry the
bags into the car, and we began our drive home. As I was driving, Sarla
bhabhi seemed to be lost in thought. "Kya soch rahe ho aunty?" I asked
teasingly. She came out of her reverie, and responded "Kuch nahi beta ...
bas aishe hi..." She then placed her hand over my hand which was on the
gear knob, and said "Beta ... main tumko thank you kaise kahun ... yeh
meri samajh main nahi aa raha hai..." "Oh aunty" I chided her "thank you
to mujhe kehna chahiya ... ki aapne mujhe mauka diya aapke liye kuch
gift lene ka..." "Aur agar aap phir bhi thank you kehna chaahti hai to ...
bas mujhe ek bar aapko us black sadi mein dekhne dena..." I said with a
suggestive smile. She just let out a small giggle, and continued to caress
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my hand.
By the time we reached home, it was nearing half past seven. As we were
getting out of the car, Sarla bhabhi said "Beta, aaj tum dinner ke liye ghar
par aana ... main tumhare pasand ka khana banaoongi..." When she saw
me thinking about that "Aunty ne tumhari sab baate maan li ... ab aunty
ke liye itna bhi nahi karoge..." she said with mock hurt in her voice, her
lips curling into a sexy pout. I laughed, and said that I was just thinking
what I would tell Kalpana aunty, because she would come with my dinner
in the night. "Oh, tum usko keh dena ki tum aaj kuch friends ke saath
dinner ke liye bahar ja rahe ho..." she piped back immediately. "But don't
tell her that you will be at my house, OK beta..." she said anxiously. I
laughed again, and said "OK aunty, I will come ... and I won't tell her..." I
went home and placed a call to the neighbour of Kalpana aunty (where
they used to receive their calls, since they did not have a telephone at
their place), and asked them to convey the message to Kalpana aunty
that I would not be home for dinner tonight, since I was going out with
some friends for dinner. "Jigna is going to be disappointed tonight" I
thought to myself.
After having a quick shower, I changed into a comfortable pair of khakis

and a collarless shirt. I liberally dabbed cologne on my body, and having
shaved, reached her house. She took her time opening the door, and
when she did, I decided it was worth the wait. Dressed in the black
chiffon sari I had just bought for her, with the matching sleeveless black
blouse, a black high-heeled sandal, a gold chain around her neck,
dangling gold ear rings and a dozen red glass bangles on each hand, she
looked ravishing. She had put on a bit of make-up too. The mascara, eye
liner, a hint of rouge on her cheeks and a faint lipstick only added to the
charm. "Sorry beta, I was getting ready when you rang the bell..." she
said with a lovely smile. "You look gorgeous, aunty" I replied with a
smile.
She blushed, and taking my hand said "You don't have to flatter me so
much, Jignesh bhai" I just laughed in response. She closed the door
quickly, and led me to the comfortable living room. I noticed the way she
swayed her hips as she walked to the kitchen. The sari clung to her body,
and was tied low down her waist, showing her sexy belly button. The
black chiffon being partly transparent, I could see the outline of her black
blouse and the bare belly under the pallu. She had even put on a pair of
sliver anklets that jingled softly as she walked. "Make yourself
comfortable beta" she said from the kitchen. "What would you like to
drink in the meantime?" she asked. "What can you offer me, aunty ... tea,
coffee, or..." I replied with a laugh. I heard her giggle in response.
Walking up to the kitchen, I said "Would you like to have some wine,
aunty? I have some chilled white wine in the fridge at home" "Oh that
would be wonderful, beta" she replied. "The last time I had wine was
many years ago, when Dev had taken me to a party at his boss's place"
Dev was her husband, who was always on tour.
I quickly went home and fetched the wine. She had kept two wine glasses
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ready. I uncorked the wine, and handing her the cold frosty bottle, said
"Why don't you do the honors aunty" "You are so sweet beta..." she
smiled seductively, as she took the bottle from my hand, and began to
pour the wine into the glasses. As she leant forward to pour the wine, the
pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulders, down to her arms. That gave
me a quick glimpse of her magnificent cleavage in the low cut blouse. She
caught my eye, and a teasing smile played on her lips. Straightening up,
and adjusting her pallu, she sat down on the couch by my side. Handing
me a glass and picking up hers, she said "Here is big thank you to you
Jignesh beta ... for buying aunty all those wonderful gifts today" she said
with a smile. We clinked our glasses, and took a sip of the wine. "Umm..."
she said as she savored the wine.
As we settled back on the couch, I said "Aunty, why don't we just order
some food today. I know you must be tired today after the shopping, and
I would rather sit with you and have a nice evening rather than you
spending time in the kitchen." "But beta, I had promised you I would
cook for you today..." she began to protest. "There will be plenty of other
times for that aunty" I told her with a smile "Today let us just relax..."
She happily agreed. I was in the mood for some Chinese, and ordered it
from a nearby restaurant that made good stuff. After putting the phone
down, I went back and sat on the couch, making it a point to sit much
closer to her. She had already finished her glass, and I could see that her
cheeks had begun to flush.
As I poured her another glass, she put her hand on my thigh, and said
"Jignesh beta, it is after such a long time that I am having such a good
time ... thank you so much for making aunty feel so good..." she said
gently. "Oh come on aunty, this is just the beginning..." I said with a
laugh. "In fact, I should be thanking you for calling me to your house
today..." She squeezed my thigh in response, and said "Oh I wanted to do
this for so long now ... better late than never..." she said throwing her
head back with a laugh. The wine was beginning to work its magic, and I
could sense that she was beginning to loosen up. Placing my hand on
hers, I looked into her eyes and said "You know aunty, I wish I was born
much earlier ... then I could have met you before you got married ... I am
sure you were the sexiest girl in your college..." She blushed again, and I
could see that she was mighty pleased with what I had said. "Do you have
any photographs of you from before you got married, aunty? I would love
to see them..." I asked her "Really beta! I will get them right away then..."
she said with a smile, and got up to do that.
To Be Continued ...
Part - 9
As she went inside the bedroom to fetch them, I refilled her glass again,
and poured myself another one. She returned with a bunch of albums,
and placing them on the tea table, sat down next to me once again. As
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she opened the first album, I slid closer to her on the sofa so that our
thighs were touching. Placing the album on my lap, she began to turn the
leaves, leaning towards me in the process. As she did that her soft breasts
pressed against my arm, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. As I
looked at her photographs from her college days, I felt my cock begin to
stiffen. She was a hot piece of ass in her younger days. Much slimmer,
and very very sexy. There were plenty of photographs of her in western
clothes like skirts and pants. Her breasts were smaller and much firmer
in the photographs. As we moved to the other albums, we came to the
one of her wedding. She looked stunning in her traditional red and gold
wedding attire. She was talking away continuously, telling me about each
photograph, but I hardly heard her. I was enjoying the feel of her warm
soft breasts on my arms as I looked at the photographs.
As she closed the last album, and put it down on the glass table top, I
looked at her in earnest, and with a look of immense desire, said "You
know aunty, you were gorgeous then ... and you have just become more
sexy now ... Uncle is such a lucky man to have you..." She blushed again,
and laughed to cover her embarrassment. "Uncle does not think that way
any more ... for him I have become old..." she said with a smile. I just
shook my head and smiled at her. "Well, I don't think so" I said as I
settled back on the sofa, and sipped the wine. I leant back and rested my
arm on the back of the "Thank you beta..." she said softly, as she too leant
back and rested her head on my left arm which was stretched across the
sofa back. In that position, I was able to let my palm rest on her bare arm
at the shoulders.
Her movements had become languid by now, and I could see that the
wine had started to get to her now. Taking my chance, I began to caress
her bare arm at the shoulders. She responded my snuggling up closer to
me, so that her head now rested on my chest, just under her chin. Seeing
that my glass was empty, she brought her glass to my lips, and said "Here
beta, drink from aunty..." Taking her hand holding the glass in mine, I
drank from her glass and then made her take a sip too. Turning to look
into her eyes, I said softly "I'd rather drink from your lips aunty..." She
blushed again, and turned her face upwards to look at me. As I moved
my face towards her face, she closed her eyes, and parted her lips ever so
softly. I placed my mouth on hers, and began to French kiss her
passionately. She moaned, and pressed her body to me even more,
kissing me deep, and her tongue intertwining with mine in her mouth.
As she had twisted sideways in order to kiss me, I could see the swell of
her breasts straining against the sheer black sari. As we kissed, the pallu
of her sari slid down her shoulder, baring her beautiful breasts clad in
the black sleeveless bra to me. The black-beaded mangalsutra with a gold
pendant looked immensely sexy in the deep cleavage created at the neck
of her blouse. A few strands of her hair had come loose, and dangled
seductively in front of her ear. My hands moved to her face, playing with
the strand, and teasing her ear at the same time. She shivered as I did
that, and threw back her head, fully leaning against me with her eyes
closed.
I admired the way she looked, leaning back against me, head thrown
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back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, breathing shallow, and the pallu
displaced from her shoulder, giving me an unrestricted view of her
heaving breasts in the sexy black sleeveless blouse. I slid my hand down
from her ears, and caressed her neck, running my fingers along her
shoulder bone. As I traced a line along the v-cut neck of her blouse, she
shivered once again, and without opening her eyes, clasped her hand
over mine and squeezed. She then gently pushed my palm to her heaving
breast, as if asking me to cup them. I could now feel the heat emanating
from her body, as her thighs pressed against mine.
I leaned forward, and gently ran my tongue along her neck. "Oh
Jignesh..." She moaned as she felt my tongue, and I could see the goose-
bumps spring up on her skin. Placing my on her left breast, I squeezed it
gently. It was heavenly to feel her soft breasts in her blouse. As my
fingers closed around her pliant tits, she arched her back, and pressed
her breasts into my hands. She was half lying against me, with her back
towards me, and her head resting on my shoulder. My left arm was
around her shoulder, caressing her arm, while my right hand was
squeezing her breasts. Her pallu had slipped off her shoulder completely,
and was now lying in her lap, thus baring her entire torso to me. I let go
off her left breast, and moved my right hand to her right breast,
repeating the treatment. She was moving against me, pressing her torso
to my hand, her thighs clasping and unclasping. I then slid my right hand
to her belly, and began to caress the soft skin of her well rounded belly.
As I ran my fingers in circles around her belly button, my left hand which
was wrapped around her shoulders slid down and began to fondle her
beautiful breasts through the blouse. She shuddered involuntarily as I
teased her belly. As I slid my hand down further and began to caress her
thighs through the sari, she responded by placing her hand on my thigh,
and rubbing it. I had a raging hard-on by now, and there was a
pronounced bulge caused by my cock straining against my khakis. Her
fingers began to feel the outline of my rigid cock through my pant, as my
hands began to pull up her sari and the black petticoat below, exposing
her beautifully shaped fair calves. Her flawless skin was so fair, it was
like milk and honey. And the black strapped sandal on her white skin
only accentuated the beauty of her legs.
I wanted to have a good look at her body, and so I whispered into her ear
"Aunty, will you please stand up and take off your sari..." She opened her
eyes, and said shyly "Oh beta, do you really want me to do that..." "Yes
aunty, its been something I have dreamt of ever since the day I first saw
you ... see what you have done to me..." I said with a smile, taking her
hand in mine, and placing it over my boner protruding thru my pants.
Her fingers squeezed my cock through the confines of my pants, as she
moaned "Oh Jignesh..." and once again kissed me passionately. I
responded by squeezing her breast harder with my left hand, and sliding
my hands up under her sari, caressing her exposed knee. Then she stood
up slowly, and faced me. As I leaned back comfortably in the sofa, she
began to remove her sari. She bit her lips as she looked at me with desire,
and slowly undraped the sari from her body.
As the black sari came off, I was presented with the immensely sexy view
of the sexy Sarla bhabhi standing in front of me, in only her black
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sleeveless blouse, black petticoat, and black high-heeled sandals. She

stood there uncomfortably for a moment, looking down at the floor, her
hands hanging loose by her sides. Then she finally raised her eyes, and
asked me shyly "So how do I look beta..." "Oh you look gorgeous aunty..."
I breathed, as I stood up and walked up to her. Placing my left hand on
her curvy waist, I pulled her towards me, and kissed her. She responded
by pressing her body against me, and wrapping her hands around me.
"Aunty..." I whispered into her ear. "Yes beta..." she responded. "Aunty,
take off your blouse also please..." I said hoarsely, as I moved away from
her, and stood admiring her body. She looked at me with her patent
teasing smile, and without word began to open the hooks of her blouse.
She continued to look into my eyes, as she opened all the hooks of her
blouse one by one, exposing the sexy black bra I had bought for her
today. Catching the flaps of her blouse with her hands, she slowly slid the
blouse off her shoulders. As the blouse came off, I let out a sigh, as my
eyes went to her beautifully rounded breasts clad in the lacy black bra.
She looked an object of desire, with the 36-C breasts held up inside the
lacy black bra, her gently swelling well rounded belly, a waist which
probably was size 34, swelling into her perfectly curved size 40 hips.
"Beautiful aunty ... beautiful..." I breathed, as I moved closer to her, and
placed both my hands on her hips, feeling the flesh on the side of her
waist. Sliding up hands upwards, I ran my hands over bra, feeling the
softness of her breasts, even as she turned her face sideways and closed
her eyes.
I pressed my crotch against her, as I began to squeeze her breasts once

again. I leaned forward, and gently kissed her on her collar bone, causing
her to shudder once again. My tongue then began to run alongside the
edge of her bra, making her moan, as she clutched my head by the hair
and pushed my face to her breasts. Pulling my face away, I looked into
her eyes again and whispered "Now the petticoat aunty..." She smiled
seductively again, and began to untie the cord of her petticoat. As she
loosened the cord, her petticoat slid down her legs, and fell in a heap
around her ankles. I sat back on the sofa, and looked at her. She stepped
away from the petticoat which now lay in a heap on the floor, and stood
in front of me, in only her black bra & panty, her hips thrust sideways to
one side, with her hand on her hips.
As I feasted my eyes on the sight of the incredibly fair and sexy Sarla
bhabhi standing in front of me clad only in the skimpy black lacy bra &
panty, I said softly "Oh Sarla aunty ... you are the most sexy woman I
have ever seen in my life..." squeezing my cock thru my pants. Her
shapely legs were long and smooth like marble, with a proportionate well
rounded butt inside the confines of her panties. She walked towards me
with a sway of her hips, and leaning forward towards my face, placed her
hands on my shoulders. As she bent forward, her soft breasts swung
forward inside her bra, and I was presented with the sight of her deep
cleavage. "Won't you show Sarla aunty your body now beta..." she
whispered, as her fingers began to unbutton my shirt. As my shirt came
open, I shrugged it off my shoulder, baring my torso to her. "Oh you have
such a good body beta..." she cried, as she looked at my well muscled
chest and biceps with desire, running her fingers on my chest. She ran
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her fingers over my chest, teasing my nipples with her fingers, even as I
placed my hand on her bare thighs and caressed them.
With a groan, I cupped her breast once again, and squeezed hard,
eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. She quickly knelt down between my
legs on the floor, as I sat on the sofa with my thighs parted. My mouth
was dry with desire, as I said "I want to see your breasts now aunty..." "I
am yours beta..." She replied in a husky whisper. As I began to slide my
fingers inside her bra, she smiled at me, and said softly "Let me help you
beta..." She then slid her fingers inside the cup of her left breast, and
pushing down the lacy cup of her bra with the other hand, pulled out her
sexy soft breasts. "Oh aunty..." I groaned as her luscious ripe breast came
into view. The juicy tits of the 36-year old Sarla bhabhi were not very
firm and sagged a little bit. They were fleshy and incredibly soft, as a
result of which they hung down on her chest, rather than stand out. She
repeated the process with her other breast, pulling it out too. Her milky
white breasts were now bared in front of me for me to ravage, held up by
the wired-cup bra, which she had not unhooked yet. She had small
pinkish areolas, capped by pinkish nipples that were just waiting to be
sucked by me.
As I gazed her gorgeous breasts, she straightened her shoulders,
presenting them to me, still sitting on her knees in front of me between
my legs. My hands reached out to clasp her soft tits, and I squeezed them
to my hearts content. She threw back her head and moaned, as I pinched
her already erect nipples with my fingers. She quickly stood up, and then
proceeded to kneel in front of me by placing her knees on either side of

me on the sofa. Placing her hands on the back of the sofa, she leaned
forward once again, dangling those juicy milky breasts in of my face.
With a groan I placed my hands on her hips, and began to knead the soft
flesh of her ass. "You like auntie's breasts beta... ?" she asked tenderly, as
she swayed from side to side in front of me, causing her dangling breasts
to swing gently in front of my face. In response, I pushed my face
forward, and with a hungry groan, took her left breast in my mouth. I
began to flick her nipple with my tongue, even as I grasped her other
breast and squeezed it roughly, rolling the nipple between my fingers.
She cried out in pleasure, and clutched my head by the hair, feeding me
her milky soft breasts. I began to suck on her breasts in earnest, trying to
take as much of the soft tit flesh in my mouth, and lashing her nipple
with my tongue.
I switched to the other breast and repeated the treatment, even as she
tugged at my hair harder and cried out in pleasure "Oh my darling..." I
finally let go off her breasts, and let my head fall back on the sofa back.
She leaned forward and kissed me passionately. She was tremendously
aroused by now. She quickly slid off the sofa, and once again knelt down
on the floor in front of me, between my spread legs. Her hands began to
fumble with the button of my khakis. I helped her unbutton my trouser,
even as she unzipped my fly, exposing my briefs inside. My cock was fully
erect now, and had created a huge bulge in my briefs. Looking into my
eyes with a teasing smile, she began to caress my hardness thru my briefs
with her finger tips, causing me to squirm. Her lips were parted now, and
she was beginning to breathe heavily, as her eyes were once again drawn
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to my crotch.
Sliding her fingers under the elastic of underwear, she pulled it down
slowly, causing my erect cock to spring out and slap against my belly. A
soft cry escaped her lips, as my rigid cock came into view, standing at
attention. She inadvertently licked her lips, as she wrapped her fingers
around the thickness of my hard cock. She looked up into my eyes with a
look of lust, and whispered "Jignesh beta... "I was hopelessly aroused
now, and said hoarsely "Oh Sarla aunty ... this is something I have
dreamt of ever since the day I saw you..." I could see that it pleased her,
because she blushed and replied with a shy smile "Same here beta..."
She tightened her grip around my rigid cock, and began to gently stroke
it. As she moved her hand up and down, my foreskin slid back, exposing
my blood gorged cock head, which was shiny with the pre-cum that had
oozed out. Rubbing her fingertip on my cock head, she smeared the pre-
cum all over the length of my cock, and began to slide her hands up and
down my boner. She was staring at my cock in rapt attention as she did
that, her mouth slightly open. I reached out and grasped her ripe, juicy,
dangling breasts and squeezed them roughly, as she continued to stroke
me with love.
As I let go of her tits, she leaned forward slightly, and began to rub the tip
of my wet cock against her breasts. "Oh aunty..." I cried, as she began to
rub her erect nipples on the slit of my cock. She then reached back, and
quickly unclasped the hook of her bra at the back. As the bra came loose,
she pulled it off her shoulders. Cupping her ripe dangling breasts, she
placed them on either side of my cock and squeezed my cock in the valley
in between. Holding on to her breasts, she then began to move them up
on down around my cock, which slid easily in between as I was liberally
oozing pre-cum by now. My cock was beginning to throb and jerk now, as
I threw back my head in pleasure and enjoyed the sensation of her soft
plaint tits shagging my cock.
I jerked as I suddenly felt her wet tongue licking the tip of my swollen
cock. I groaned with pleasure and grabbed her by her hair which she had
tied in a pony tail. As I thrust my hips upwards, she opened her mouth,
and took my engorged cock head into her mouth. "Oh Sarla auntie..." I
cried out, as I felt her wet hot mouth engulf my cock. She slid her tongue
on my cock head, even as she began to suck on me. She opened her
mouth wider, and pushed her head down on my cock, taking my cock
deeper into her mouth, nearly touching her throat. It was the stuff of my
dreams to see the gorgeous Sarla bhabhi on her knees in between my
legs, her red juicy lips wrapped around my cock, and sucking it with love.
Her fingers began to fondle my swollen balls, as she began to bob her
head up and down, sucking my cock lovingly. I was beginning to get a
cramp in my hamstring, and so I pulled her head off my cock. With a cry
of lust, I stood up.
With her still kneeling on the floor, I positioned myself in front of her.
Holding her head by the hair, I pushed my cock into her willing mouth
once again. She took hold of my cock with her right hand and began to
stroke me, as she began to suck on me once again. "Auntie..." I cried out
in pleasure. Feeling my sperm begin to boil inside my testicles, I pulled
my cock out of her mouth, and said to her in a hoarse voice "Now my
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turn aunty..." I pulled her up by her hands and pushed her down on the
sofa. As she fell back on the sofa, I quickly knelt down between her
outstretched thighs. She was breathing very heavily by now. Running my
hands along her thighs, I took hold of her legs, and began to lick the
insides of her milky soft thighs. "Oh Jignesh beta ... you don't have to..."
she cried out. "I want to aunty..." I replied, as I hooked my fingers in the
elastic of her skimpy panties and pulled them off her hips. I let out a
groan of desire, as her glorious pussy came into view. She was shaved
clean, and her cunt was smooth and soft like that of a virgin. Her eyes
were glazed with desire by now. I caressed the smooth soft mounds of
her vagina with my fingers, and slowly parted the lips open, baring her
lovely pink wet pussy.
She was fully wet now, and her pink pussy glistened with her juices. As I
slid my middle finger inside her pussy, she groaned "Ohhh beta..." and
thrust her hips upwards. She was so wet, that my finger slid in like knife
through butter. As I began to slide my finger in and out of her sopping
wet pussy, she bit her lips in pleasure, and grabbed my arms, squeezing
them. With a moan of pleasure, I pushed her thighs back, and threw her
legs over my shoulders. Bending forward, I clamped my mouth on her
juicy cunt, and began to lick her. The musky odor of her pussy caused my
cock to shudder, as I slid my tongue inside her wet pussy, holding her
pussy lips parted open with my fingers. As I lashed my tongue against
her erect clit, she cried out in pleasure "Oh God..." and grabbed me by my
hair.
Her hips began to buck up and down, as she pressed my face onto her
pussy, suffocating me in the grasp of her thighs which were wrapped
around my head. I continued to suck on her pussy with gusto, even as she
began to thrash about on the couch, throwing her body from side to side.
Her body was beginning to shudder now, as she pulled at my hair
painfully. I looked up to see her lying on the sofa, head thrown back,
biting her lips, squeezing her breast with her left hand, and holding my
hair with the right, thrusting her hips to push my tongue deeper and
deeper into her pussy. "Oh, oh, oh..." she began to cry out as I felt her
body begin to shudder, the first throes of her orgasm hitting her.
"Unnhhh ... Unnhhh ... Unnhhh ... don't stop beta..." she cried aloud, as
began to grind her hips roughly against my raving mouth and tongue.
With a savage jerk of her hips, her first orgasm hit her, making her to cry
out so loud, I was scared the neighbors may hear her. She continued to
buck her hips, as she went through the throes of her orgasm, never
letting go off my hair. Finally her body spasms subsided, and I pulled my
mouth away from her pussy. She pulled me up towards her, making me
lie down on top of her, as she kissed me passionately, thanking me again
and again "Oh thank you Jignesh beta ... thank you ... thank you ... thank
you so much..." I just clamped my mouth on her to silence her, and
kissed her back. "Oh beta ... how do I thank you ... it is after so many
years that I have experienced something like this... "She told me lovingly.
"Oh aunty" I chided her "I am so happy that I have been able to give you
pleasure..." She responded my wrapping her arms around me and
hugging me tight.
I was still lying on top of her, and my hard cock was pressing against her
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belly in that position. "Beta, now it is my turn ... I want to feel you inside
me now" she whispered into my ears. "Will you do that for aunty, beta..."
she asked me in a child-like voice, which I found immensely arousing.
With a smile, I pushed myself up, and straddled her, as she lay on the
sofa. Placing my knees on either side of her chest, I took hold of my erect
cock, and stroked it in front of her face. She got the hint, and slid her
body upwards so that her head was now propped up on the arm rest of
the sofa. As she took hold of my cock which was right in front of her face,
and licked her lips, I pushed my hip forward, and slid my cock into her
loving mouth. With a moan of pleasure, she took my big hard cock in her
mouth, and began to stroke on it and suck on it at the same time. I
grabbed her by her hair, and thrust my cock roughly into her willing
mouth. She almost gagged with my thrust, but still opened her mouth
wider to try and accommodate my cock in her mouth.
Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I quickly moved back and sat down on
the sofa once again. I pulled her up. As she stood up, she took off her
panties, and then came and positioned herself on my lap, with her knees
resting on either side of my knees. "Take me inside you aunty..." I
breathed hoarsely. Holding my cock with her hands, she straddled my
hips and positioned her vagina on my hard erect cock. With a moan, she
pushed herself down, causing my hard cock to slide up her wet well
lubricated cunt. As she felt my thick cock fill her up, her eyes glazed over,
and she moaned "Oh beta, you are so big..." She settled herself down fully
on my cock, burying my cock to the hilt inside her pussy. Her eyes were
closed, and her mouth was open, taking deep breaths, as she adjusted to
the feel of my thick cock stretching her pussy. "Its been so long... "she
cried hoarsely, as she began to sway on my cock. I reached out, and
grasping her dangling breasts, began to thrust my hips upwards, causing
her body to shudder.
As she acclimatized to the feel of me buried inside her, she began to move
her hips up and down on me. She placed both her hands on my shoulders
and began to thrust her hips down on my cock with vigor. As she began
to pump her hips on mine, I could see her dangling breasts jiggle and
dance with each thrust. With a lusty look in her eyes, she asked me "Are
you feeling good beta..." "Oh yes aunty ... I am loving it..." I gasped
between breaths, as she continued to fuck me. My hands were alternating
between squeezing her jiggling breasts and her wriggling ass, thrusting
my hips up each time she pushed down on to me. I saw that she was
beginning to tire, and so I sat up and pulled her off me. Pushing her
down to lie down on the sofa, I positioned myself between her legs.
Taking her right leg in my arms, I pulled them up straight and placed
them against my chest, with my shoulder supporting her under her knee.
Pushing back her other leg, I spread her wide, and rubbed the tip of my
rigid cock against her glistening pussy. "Yessss beta..." she breathed, as I
did that. She slid her hands in between her thighs, and guided my hard
cock into the opening of her wet vagina. With a groan, I pushed forward,
sending my cock slithering into her sopping wet cunt. As she felt the girth
of my thick cock enter her, she let out a low moan of pleasure. Hers was
perhaps the juiciest cunt I had fucked in my life. It was incredibly hot
and slippery inside, and wrapped around my cock like butter. Holding
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her right left, which was pushed up straight against my shoulder, and
pushing back her right leg bent at the knees, almost touching her breasts,
I began to thrust my cock in and out of her.
With each stroke, she moaned, and kept muttering "Yes, yes yes..." her
eyes locked into mine. I was reaching boiling point now, and began to
ram into her wildly. My cock was thrusting in and out of her with a
squishy noise, and my hips smacked into her with a loud noise each time
I thrust myself into her. She was thrashing around like a bitch in heat, as
I felt her pussy starting to clasp and spasm around my rampaging cock.
"Beta..." she whimpered "I am about to..." "Yes aunty ... yes ... yes ...
yes..." I gasped as I continued to fuck her relentlessly.
With each thrust, her ass flesh jiggled, and her rather loose and soft
breasts wobbled around like a milk bag. I continued to ram my cock into
her, and as I felt my orgasm beginning to build up, I started to pull out of
her. "No beta..." she said to me between gasps, "I want you to come
inside me..." Hearing hat was enough for me to blow my load, and my
cock erupted inside her, sending burst after burst of my cum shooting
inside the depths of her vagina. As my cock continued to shoot out spurt
after spurt, I shuddered with ecstasy, and grabbed her soft flesh ass,
keeping my cock pushed deep inside her. She was biting her lips hard
now, and had clamped her hand on her mouth, as her orgasm too hit her.
With a deep groan, she began to buck violently on my still spurting cock,
digging her nails into my arms.
I finally collapsed on top of her, even as her thrashing reduced to
shudders, as her second orgasm washed over her. We lay like that on the
sofa for what seemed like an eternity, gasping like a pair of dogs. Finally,
she managed to say between deep breaths "Beta that was the most
beautiful thing ... thank you so much ... I have not experienced something
like this ever since my son was born..." she continued to mutter in
between deep breaths. "I hope I was able to make you happy also,
Jignesh beta..." she asked me tenderly. "Oh aunty, please don't
embarrass me by saying things like that ... you know it was the most ...
the greatest feeling for me ever..." I flattered her. Pulling myself up, I
stood up and looked at her lying like limp doll on the sofa. She looked
damn sexy lying like that on the sofa; her hair disheveled, her lipstick
smeared, and one leg dangling from the sofa, her sexy black sandals still
on.
Since the food we had ordered was due to arrive any moment, we got
dressed quickly. After finishing dinner, we hit the unfinished bottle of
wine again, and hit the bed sloshed. Sometime in the middle of night, I
woke up to the sensation of her sucking on my cock. What followed was
another good romp, where I fucked her senseless, missionary style, doggy
style, and with her top also. We finally collapsed from our exertions, and
I woke up refreshed early in the morning. I dressed quickly, and left her
place, not wanting the neighbors to spot me coming out of her house so
early in the morning.
Feeling rejuvenated from the terrific fucking I had had last night, I
decided to do my daily exercises in the morning itself. After finishing my
workout, I had a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I
made myself some breakfast of cornflakes and milk, and was just
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finishing my orange juice when the bell rang.

It was Pushpa and Rani, the two girls whom I had employed as maids a
few days back. Pushpa, the young cock one, beamed at me when I opened
the door; while Rani, the elder and darker one, just managed a shy smile
when I looked at her. As I stepped back to let them in, Pushpa said to the
other girl "Rani, tu ja kar bartan aur kapde dho ... mein jhadu or pota
lagaati hoon..." As Rani walked into the kitchen obediently, Pushpa
followed her swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion. As my eyes
followed the sway of her slender hips, she turned to look back at me and
gave me one of her famous cock-teasing smiles, causing my cock to
stiffen inside my shorts.
I went inside to my bedroom, and took off the shorts I was wearing. I
removed the underwear that I was wearing inside my shorts, and then
put on my shorts again without them. I picked up my walkman, and
putting on the ear-phones, climbed on to my bed. I put up a few pillows
against the head-rest of my bed, and sat down on the bed leaning my
back against the pillow. Humming the tune of the song I was pretending
to listen to, I picked up a magazine and began to flip through the pages.
Soon, Pushpa came into the room carrying a broom and the dusting pan.
She was wearing a bottle-green ghagra and blouse, with a yellow choli
tied across her upper body and waist. Seeing me, she smiled and settling
down on her haunches, began to sweep the floor. I just continued to hum
to myself and flip through the magazine while pretending to ignore her. I
didn't want to give this cocky bitch too much attention. However, I kept
an eye on her through the corner of my eyes as she went about her work.
She had pulled up her ghagra above her knees, and as she squatted on
her haunches sweeping the floor, I could see her thin brown skinned legs.
A couple of times, she tried to make eye contact with me, but I just
continued to pretend to read the magazine. Even after she finished
sweeping the room and was heading out, she paused at the door for a
moment and turned back to look at me. I just continued to ignore her,
laughing inwardly to myself.
I could hear the sounds of the other girl Rani, washing clothes in the
back yard. A few minutes later, Pushpa returned to my room carrying a
pail of water and a mop. She dropped the bucket down with making a
clanging sound, and once again settled down on her haunches to mop the
floor. "The bitch is trying her best to attract my attention..." I thought to
myself. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that this time she had
pulled up her ghagra way above her knees, exposing much more of her
skinny thighs than was necessary. As she came close the bed, and leaned
forward to wipe under the bed, she consciously bumped against the bed
in an attempt to get my attention. I just glanced at her and smiled
casually, and continuing to hum to myself, went back to reading my
magazine.
Finally, she dropped the mop on the floor and straightened her back,
kneeling on the floor right next to where I was lying. Touching me on my
arm, she shook me gently and asked "Saheb, aap gaana sun rahe ho... ?" I
just smiled and nodded my head at her. Resting her elbows on the bed
next to my hips, she leaned forward and said with a teasing smile "Saheb
... mujhe bhi gaana sunaao na..." I pretended not to hear, and taking off
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my ear phones, asked her "Kya boli tu?" "Saheb, mujhe bhi is par gaana
sunaao na..." she said with a provocative pout on her lips, happy to have
finally got my attention.
As she was resting her elbows on the bed next to my legs, her fingers
were touching my bare thighs. Looking at me with the same seductive
smile, she began to gently rub her fingers in circles on my muscular
thighs, teasing the hair on them. Taking the cord of the ear-phones off
my neck, I asked her "Gaana sunegi tu?" "Haan, sahib..." she replied, as
she took her long braid of hair which was hanging in front of her left
shoulder, in her hand, and pushed it behind her back. This caused the
pallu of her choli to part at her neck, bringing into my view the neck of
the slightly oversized bottle-green blouse she was wearing. As I looked
down deliberately into the open neck of her loose blouse, I could see the
pert mounds of her firm lemon sized tits. As I moved my gaze away
slowly to her face, she bit her lips and smiled seductively at me again.
"Boy, this bitch is asking for it..." I thought to myself.
Shifting on the bed, I made room for her, and patting the bed on my side,
said to her "Aaja ... idhar baith tu..." She glanced apprehensively at the
door when I said that. I could still hear the sounds of the other girl
washing clothes in the back yard. Figuring it was safe for now; she got up
and tentatively sat the edge of the bed, facing me. I took hold of her arm
and pulled her roughly towards me. Making her sit on my left side with, I
twisted her around so that she was sitting on the bed with her back
towards me. Reaching around her from both sides, I put the ear-phones
in her ear, and switched on the walkman. As the music began to play in
her ears, she turned back to look at me, a broad grin adorning her thin
angular face. "Arre wah ... yeh to kitna acchhaa sunai deta hai..." she
exclaimed a bit loudly. I laughed and pulled her by her shoulder towards
me, causing her to fall back against me, her back leaning against my
torso, and her head resting on my left shoulder. She looked back up
towards me with a twinkle in her eyes, even as she pulled her legs up and
placed them on the bed, stretched out straight.
I could smell the stale smell of oil from her hair as she rested her head
against my shoulder and settled back comfortable. In the position I was, I
wrapped my left arm around her waist, and slid my hand under her choli,
and placed them on her flat firm belly. As my fingers began to
manipulate the taut skin on her belly, she squirmed against me and let
out a soft giggle. Reaching out with my right hand, I began to tease the
lobes of her ear and her neck with my fingers, causing her to squirm and
giggle more. Her hands which were resting in her lap, slid down to rest
on my thighs as she began to rub my thighs softly. I slid up my left hand,
which was playing with her belly button under her choli, slid up slowly,
and my palm closed around the pert little breasts over her loose blouse.
As I squeezed her firm little tits, she let out a soft sight and pressed her
back against me, her nails scraping the skin of my thighs.
I lowered my chin and began to flick her earlobes with my tongue,
causing her to jerk and squirm further. My right hand which was teasing
her neck and shoulders, slid down into the slightly parted neck of her
blouse and closed around her right breast. Her pert lemon sized tit fitted
my palm perfectly, and as the small erect nub of her light brown nipple
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burned into my palm, I closed my palm around it and squeezed. She

sighed again and closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly. At the same
time I also slid my other hand, which was squeezing her other breast over
the blouse, under the loose blouse, and cupped that one as well. As I
began to massage young budding breasts with my hands, she let out a
small moan and squeezing her thighs together, began to rub her feet
against each other.
"Gaana acchhaa lag raha hai..." I asked her in a whisper, continuing the
squeeze her lemons. "Haan sahib..." she whispered "mujhe bhi aisa ek
laakar do na..." pointing to my walkman. "Laakar doonga..." I replied
"par tu mere liye badle mein kya karegi?" I asked her teasingly. "Jo aap
bolo, saheb..." she replied. Pointing to my cock which was sticking out
like a pole under my shorts, I asked "Haath mein legi, isko?" "Haan
sahib..." she breathed. "Moonh mein legi isko?" I aksed. "Umm ... haan,
sahib..." she replied tentatively. My cock lurched when I heard that.
Pinching her nipples, I whispered huskily in her ear "Pushpa, tu mujhse
chudwayegi?" She stopped squirming when I said that, and her breath
caught in her throat. After a brief pause, she replied meekly in a husky
whisper "Haan saheb..." With a groan, I pressed her tighter to me, and
taking her right hand in mine, placed it on the bulge of my cock standing
straight up inside my shorts.
"Pushpa ... O Pushpa..." we heard Rani call out from the washing area in
the back yard. "Haan Rani..." Pushpa answered back, sitting up with a
jerk on the bed. "Kapde dho liye hai maine..." Rani called from the back
yard, "tera kaam ho gaya... ?" "Nahi, abhi pocha laga rahin hoon main ...
uske baad mujhe terrace bhi dhona hai ... tu jaa abhi Sarla bhabhi ke
ghar par kaam shuru kar de ... main thodi der mein aati hoon..." Pushpa
called back, looking back at me with an apprehensive look on her face.
"Acchha theek hai ... main jaati hoon..." Rani answered. We heard the
jingling of her anklets as she closed the back door and walked through
the kitchen into the living room. As we heard the front door shut close,
Pushpa relaxed and fell back against me.
With a groan, I wrapped my arms around her again and roughly crushed
her breasts. She responded by closing her fist around my cock over my
shorts and squeezed my hardness through it. Pushing the pallu of her
choli off her shoulder, I exposed her young pert breasts in that loose
fitting blouse. "Apna blouse khol, Pushpa..." I said in her ear. Without a
word, she got up and extricated herself from my arms. She stood up, and
standing near the bed facing me, took off her choli first.
As she dropped her choli on the bed, I admired her slim lithe body, clad
only in her ghagra and blouse now, her long braid of hair hanging in
front over her left shoulder. Standing there near the bed facing me, she
looked me in the eye with that slow seductive smile of hers, and began to
unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As the hooks of her blouse came open,
she threw her braid over her shoulder to the back, and pulled off her
blouse completely; baring her pert budding breasts to me.
A wave of arousal swept through me as I looked at her standing there,
her hands hanging limply by her side, clad only in her green ghagra,
those young mounds of her tits sticking out proudly on her slender chest.
The little nubs of her nipples were erect, and were light brown in colour,
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with small areolas around them. As I stared at her small tits, a look of
uncertainty crossed her face, and she asked me tentatively "Kya hua
sahib ... aap ko acchhe nahi lage?" I remained quiet and just looked at
her in the eyes. The smile disappeared off her face, and as she looked
down at her little breasts, she said in sad voice "Mere bahut chhote hain
na, sahib... " I still did not say anything. As I was enjoying torturing her,
she lifted her eyes towards me and said in a halting voice "Rani ke
mujhse bade hai ... aap chahe to main usko..." I cut her off and said in a
firm voice "Idhar aa Pushpa..."
As she sat down tentatively on the bed next to me, I reached out and
cupped her firm pert tits with both hands. Allowing a smile to come
across my face, I looked into her face and said "Haan, tere chhote to hai
... lekin mujhe pasand hai..." Her face broke out into a big smile of relief
and pleasure when she heard that, and her hand automatically went to
my crotch and rested on my cock over my shorts. As my hands closed
around her pert little tits and squeezed, she closed her eyes, and
throwing her head backwards, hunched her shoulders together, in an
attempt to squeeze her tits together.
Continuing to squeeze her lemon sized tits, and rolling her little nubbins
between my thumb and my forefinger, I lifted my hips off the bed, and
pulled down my shorts with one hand. My throbbing cock sprang into
view, and stood to attention as I did that. Her gaze moved to my erect
cock, and her eyes widened in surprise as my cock came into view, and
stood swaying in front of her eyes. Her hands flew to her mouth, and her
jaw dropped, as she whispered "Oh maa ... aapka to bahut bada hai
sahib..." She reached out with her right hand and took my hard cock in
her hand, feeling the girth of it.
As I felt her small slender fingers close around the thickness of my cock, I
shuddered involuntarily. Because her hands were so small, they reached
only up to the middle of my cock, giving me a moment of pride on the
size of my cock. As I squeezed her firm tit-flesh one more time, she began
to slide her small delicate hands up and down the length of my cock. The
cheap glass bangles she wore on her wrists jingled as she began to stroke
me with a practiced motion.
With a groan, I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her roughly
towards me, bringing her young tender breasts close to my face. As I
opened my mouth, and flicked her little nipples with the tip of my
tongue, a soft moan escaped her and her fingers involuntarily tightened
around my cock. Clamping my mouth around her pert breast, I began to
suck on them greedily; even a she began to stroke me faster. After
sucking on both her tits for a while, I let go of her, allowing her to sit
upright again. "Chal ab apna kaam shuru kar tu..." I ordered her gruffly.
With a quick tentative smile, she leaned forward and began to tug at my
t-shirt. I helped her pull it off.
To Be Continued...
Part - 10
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Gazing at my bare chest admiringly, she began to caress my chest and

tease my nipples with her finger tips. The she leaned forward quickly and
began to run her tongue on my nipples. I groaned and grabbing her by
her hair, pushed her face to my hard muscular chest. As she flicked her
tongue on my nipples and chest, her pert tits pressed against my chest.
Even as I caressed her bare back, she slid her face down, running her
tongue over my stomach and belly button, till her face came to the area of
my crotch. Still holding on to my cock and stroking it, she stuck her
tongue out of her slender mouth, and began to lick on the sides of my
cock.
There was a liberal amount of pre-cum oozing from my cock, which she
wiped away with her fingers. Wiping her sticky fingers on her ghagra, she
pulled my foreskin down slowly, exposing the red blood-gorged bulbous
head of my cock. Continuing to stroke me, she looked up at me and said
in a teasing voice "Oh, aap ka to bahut bada hai sahib ... mere moon mein
bhi nahi aayega yeh..." Grabbing her by her hair, I said gruffly "Chal
nakhre mat kar saali ... choos usko..." Seeing the look on my face, the
smile vanished from her face, and opening her mouth, she quickly took
the tip of my hard cock into her mouth.
As her wet hot mouth closed around my cock, I groaned in pleasure. Her
slender mouth was stretched in a wide 'O', and I could see that there was
no way she could take the length of my cock fully in her mouth. But she
had obviously done this before, which became evident by the way she
began to roll the tip of my cock in her mouth, licking it with my tongue,
and sucking on it. I grabbed her hair harder, as I felt her teeth scrape
against my sensitive cock head. Soon she began a practiced motion of
sucking on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, alternately taking
my cock in and out of her mouth. The cockiness so typical to her had
disappeared completely now, as she sucked on my cock like an obedient
servant eager to please her master.
I felt a tinge of pity for her as she labored over my cock, the saliva
drooling from the sides of her mouth, making her come up for breath a
couple of times and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. I let go of
her hair, and caressed her head gently. Continuing to suck on my cock,
she looked up at my face. When she saw that I had a smile on her face, I
felt the tension leave her body. Relieved to see that I was no longer
pissed, she too tried to smile back at me; an attempt which made my cock
jerk in her mouth, as it was an incredibly sight to look at a young girl
trying to smile at you with your cock stuffed in her mouth.
Realizing that I would not be able to hold on for much longer, I said to
her sternly "Pushpa ... ab tu mere upar aa ja ... aur isko tere andar le le..."
She stopped sucking on my cock, and sat up slowly. Holding on to my
cock gently, she looked at me apprehensively, and asked in small voice
"Saheb ... aapke paas woh rubber hai ... main..." I realized she was asking
me if I had a condom. "Kyun? Rubber ke bina tu nahin chudwayegi
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kya..." I asked her in a stern voice. Her voice dropped a pitch lower, and
she said pleadingly "Nahin sahib ... aisa nahin hai ... aap gussa mat hona
... woh kya hai na ... abhi mera galat time chal raha hai ... aur abhi meri
shaadi bhi nahi hui hai ... aur agar pet me bacchhaa..." her voice trailed
off.
Hearing her pleading voice, I mellowed down. After all, I was not a
heartless bastard. I just wanted to break her cockiness and show her who
the boss was. As she looked apprehensively, I smiled at her slowly, and
said "Koi baat nahi, Pushpa ... mere paas rubber to nahi hai ... aaj jaakar
le aaoonga main ... yeh tere par udhar raha ... tu kal meri puri seva kar
dena ... theek hai?" Hearing these words, a smile of relief came to her
face. "Bahut bahut shukriya Jignesh sahib ... aap bahut bhale insaan
ho..." she said gratefully. I just smiled benignly at her. With a smile, she
began to stroke my cock again, which had lost a bit of its hardness.
Looking into my eyes, she asked "Saheb ... aaj mein moonh se chooskar
aapka pani nikal doon ... kal mein aapki poori seva karoongi..." Patting
her face, I replied "Theek hai, Pushpa ... par tujhe ek kaam karna hoga..."
"Who kya, sahib?" she asked. "Apna ghagra bhi utaar de tu ... main tujhe
nanga dekhna chaahta hoon..." I replied with a smile. She smiled back
seductively, and letting go off my cock, stood up. She began to untie the
knot of her ghagra at the waist, and the let it drop on the floor. As the
bottle-ghagra, which was like a petticoat with some embroidery work on
it, slipped down her legs and fell to the floor, she let her hands dangle by
her sides and stood in front me in glorious nudity.
The sight of her standing naked in front of me, made my cock fully erect
again. She had a thin angular face, large round eyes, and a dainty pointed
chin. She was incredibly thin, with slender bony shoulders and hips, a
flat taut belly, a small perky butt, and long thin rake like legs. Her small
young budding breasts were perfectly round, the size of a large lemon,
with tiny brown nipples, surrounded by small brown areolas. A small tuft
of dark pubic hair covered her pussy. Reaching out with my hand, I
caressed her naked body, feeling the tautness of her pert little ass, and
running my hands along her long slender thighs. Still sitting on the bed, I
slid my hands between her thighs and slid it upwards to her pussy.
As my hands slid up inside her thigh, she placed her hand on my

shoulder and squeezed gently. Manipulating the insides of her thighs
with my fingers, I looked up to her face and said "Kal tu yahaan ke baal
kaat kar aana, theek hai?" "Haan sahib..." she replied in a whisper. As my
fingers moved towards her vagina, she parted her thighs slightly,
allowing my fingers to reach the small tuft of hair on her pussy. Holding
her ass with my left hand and squeezing it, I parted the hair of her pussy
with my right and felt the slit of her vagina. A soft sigh escaped her
mouth, and she squeezed my shoulder harder, as she felt my fingers
rubbing against the lips of her young juicy cunt. As my fingers parted the
lips of her vagina, and slid inside, it felt like I was sliding my fingers
inside a tight butter glove.
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She was wet, and as I began to manipulate the tips of my fingers in her
vaginal opening, she squirmed and clamped her thighs together, holding
on to my shoulders with both her hands. Sliding back on the bed and
sitting with my back against the headrest, I pulled her towards me and
made her sit between my legs with her back towards me. My throbbing
cock pressed against her bony back, as she leaned back against me. I
reached out and instructed her to pull her legs up, bending them at the
knee. Holding her with my left hand cupping her tender young breast, I
placed my right hand on her knee and parted her thighs, opening her legs
in a 'V'.
As I slid my right hand up along the insides of my thighs, she tilted her
head up and asked me in a small voice "Saheb ... yeh aap kya kar rahe
ho?" Placing my palm on the small mound of her pussy, I teased her
vaginal lips with my finger, saying "Shhh ... bas ye bata ki acchhaa lag
raha hai tujhe?" "Haan sahib ... acchhaa lag raha hai ... bahut acchhaa lag
raha hai..." she hissed between clenched teeth, as my fingers began
probing the wet juicy opening of her tight cunt. Her cunt was tight like a
velvet glove, and clamped around my middle finger as I slid it inside
gently.
With my thumb, I located the tiny nub of her clitoris, and began to rub it.
She bit her lips and cried out, clamping her thighs shut again. Letting go
of her tit which I was fondling with my left hand, I parted her thighs
again with my left hand, and began to finger her tight juicy cunt. As I
increased the pace of fingering her pussy, she moaned loudly

"Aaannhhhh ... sahib..." She began to thrash wildly on the bed, squirming
and struggling against my body, bucking her hips up towards my hand,
as I increased my pace of fingering her.
Her thin body went taut, and she arched her hips off the bed, even as I
continued to squeeze her left breast and pinch the nipple, while thrusting
my finger in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. Reaching behind her,
she grabbed hold of my neck and held on tight, as she threw her head
back; her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open, letting out gasps of
breath. She arched her back, and lifted her hips clean off the bed, her
torso and legs stretched taut like a bow, as the throes of her impending
orgasm hit her.
With a guttural moan of "Ohhh maaaa..." she jerked spasmodically, as

her orgasm hit her, clamping her thigh closed around my right hand. She
collapsed back on the bed, and fell back like a limp rag doll against me,
her pussy still spasming from the intensity of her orgasm, even as she
continued to grind her hips against my fingers in small jerking motions.
As she finally subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at me gratefully,
her breath coming in short shallow gasps. Seeing me smile, she licked her
dry lips wet with her tongue, and said softly "Oh Jignesh sahib ... aisa to
mujhe aaj tak kisi neb hi kar ke nahi diya hai ... aap ... aap bahut acchhe
hain..." "Arre Pushpa ... aisa kyoon bolti hai tu ... maine tujhse kaha thaa
na ... tu mujhe khush kar ... to main bhi tujhe khush kar doonga..." I
replied with a smile.
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She just looked at me with an expression of wonder and gratitude in her

eyes. "Poor bitch ... she's probably used to just guys banging her roughly
... and never getting her to get off..." I thought to myself. As I extricated
my wet slimy fingers from between her legs, she took hold of my hand
proceeded to wipe it clean with her blouse which was lying on the bed.
Taking my hand to her lips, she kissed them softly, and said "Main waada
karti hoon ki main aapko kal bahut khush karoongee Jignesh sahib..." I
just smiled at her and ground my still hard & erect cock against her back.
As she slid off the bed, my cock twitched as I looked at her petite derriere
jiggle before me. I too got off the bed, and stood naked in front of her.
Taking her in my arms, I pressed her slim lithe body against me, my
throbbing cock pressing against her belly. At her full height, she came
only up to my chest. As I cupped her small butt from behind and
squeezed, she wrapped her arms around me and snuggled up against me,
her hands caressing my back, and her belly grinding against my cock.
She quickly slid down and got on her knees in front of me. Looking up at
me with those big brown eyes, she smiled and took hold of my cock
gently with both her hands. Bringing her face closer to my stomach, she
stuck her tongue out and began to lick my taut belly, teasing my belly
button with her tongue. Her hands began to stroke my cock slowly, and
she pressed her pert little tits against the tip of my cock. Looking down
on my cock, she took hold of it with one hand and began to rub the
slippery wet tip against her tiny little nipple.
As I caressed her head, she sighed softly, and then began to lick on the
underside of my cock. As she coated my cock with her saliva, she
continued to pump it slowly. Bringing her face close to my cock, she
closed her eyes, and rubbed my wet hard cock on her eyelids, her nose,
her cheeks, and her lips. Parting her lips, she slowly took my cock in her
mouth. With a groan, I grabbed hold of her hair and pushed my cock into
her mouth. She too moaned, and began to suck on my cock with
devotion.
Since my cock was too big for her to take into her mouth completely, she
continued to hold on to it with her right hand, as she sucked on it,
bobbing her tiny head back and forth, her other hand caressing my tight
butt and pulling my hips forward towards her. My dam was about to
burst and send my cum blasting into her mouth now. Pulling her face up
to look at me, I asked her hoarsely "Moonh mein legi kya tu... ?" She
nodded her head affirmatively, continuing to suck on my cock with
vigour.
I didn't feel like doing this to her, so I held her by her head and slowly
pulled my cock out of her mouth. As she looked up at me questioningly, I
said to her with some compassion "Pushpa ... koi baat nahi ... aaj bas tu
haath se muth maarkar mera paani nikal de..." "Nahin sahib ... aap mere
baare mein mat sochiye ... aap mere moonh mein apna paani gira sakte
ho..."she said earnestly. My cock lurched when I heard those words.
Caressing her cheeks, I said "Aaj nahi Pushpa ... ab bas haath se kar do..."
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"Theek hai sahib..." she replied meekly, and began to pump my cock with
her small fist. As I looked down at this young 17-year old village girl,
stark naked, kneeling in front of me, and stroking my cock intently,
staring at it with rapt attention, I felt a feeling of power surge through
me.
With a deep growl, I ejaculated, the first burst of my semen catching her
unawares and landing squarely on her forehead. As my cum dribbled
down from her forehead on to her eyelids, she wiped it with the back of
her hand and looked up at me expectantly with a pleasing smile. As she
continued to pump my cock, the subsequent bursts of my ejaculation fell
on her shoulder and breasts, dripping down to her belly and thighs. As
my cock twitched in her hand for one final time, I leaned forward
exhaustedly, and rested my hands on her shoulders; taking deep breaths.
She smiled up at me, proud of her achievement. I just patted her cheek,
and fell back on the bed exhausted. She gathered up her clothes strewn
around the room, and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she
had washed her face and put on her clothes. Coming towards me, she sat
down by the bed, and proceeded to wipe my limp cock clean with a wet
rag. Wiping the sweat off my forehead with her pallu, she smile sweetly
at me and said "Saheb ... aapko kaisa laga ... maine theek se kaam kiya
na?" "Haan, Pushpa ... tumne kaam theek se kiya ... lekin abhi kaam
poora nahi kiya tumne..." I responded with a smile. "Haan sahib, mujhe
pata hain ... aap kal woh cheez khareed kar rakhna ... main aapki kal
poori seva karoongi..." she replied quickly with a smile that was trying
hard to convince me that she would deliver the goods tomorrow.
"Acchaa, to ab mein jaoon sahib..." she asked me sweetly.
"Ek minute..." I said, getting up and pulling on my shorts. I extracted my

wallet from my drawer, and pulled out two 100 rupee notes. Handing it
to her, I said "Yeh tumhare liye aaj ke kaam ke liye ... kal poora kaam
karogi to 500 rupaye doonga..." Taking the proffered notes gratefully
from my hand with both her hands, she folder her hands together in a
'namaste' and said "Bahut bahut dhanyavaad, sahib ... kal main aapko
shikayat ki koi wajah nahin doongi..." In response, I just pulled her
towards me, and pressing her body towards mine, kissed her roughly.
As her lithe body pressed again mine, my cock, in spite of having shed a
load just now, stirred and stiffened. Pushpa too felt that. Grinding her
belly to me, she said to with a smile "Saheb, lagta hai ki woh to abhi bhi
thanda nahin hua hai..." I laughed and said "Haan, uski bhook mitaane
ke liye to use ek choot ki zaroorat hai..." Looking up at my face, she asked
in a faltering voice "Saheb ... aap bura na maane to mein ek baat
boloon..." "Haan, bol Pushpa..." I encouraged her. "Saheb ... woh Rani
hain na ... woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai... "she started, looking into my
eyes apprehensively. "Haan to... ?" I retorted.
"Woh bechari ekdum bholi ladki hai ... uska marad us bechari ko chhod
kar chala gaya hai ... to agar aap ki icchhaa ho to main usko aapke paas
bhejti hoon..." she continued hesitantly. Seeing no expression on my
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face, she continued "Woh bhi aap ki poori seva karegi ... aap ko jo
chahiye aap uske saath kar sakte ho ... woh aapko poori tarah se khush
kar degi ... aur uski seva ke liye aap agar usko bhi thode se paise de do to
uska bahut bhala hoga... "The bitch did not know that I was anyway
planning to fuck Rani; and more than that, she too was more than willing
to give her body to me.
I pretended to be mulling over what she said and frowned. Seeing my

face, she quickly started to speak again "Saheb ... woh thodi kaali zaroor
hai ... lekin uska badan bahut raseela hai ... aur woh sab kucchh karegi ...
main aapko guarantee deti hoon ki woh aapko pakka khush kar degi..."
she pleaded. Pursing my lips, I said to her, with pretended reluctance
"Theek hai, Pushpa ... tu jab itna bol rahi hai to dekhta hoon main ... tu
usko bolna ki kal woh kaam karne ke liye akele he aaye" I told her matter
of factly. Pushpa brighten up on hearing that and kissed my hand
repeatedly. "Aap bahut bhale aadmi hai Jignesh sahib ... Bhagwaan
aapka bhala karega..." she exclaimed brightly. With a twirl of her flowing
ghagra, and a swing of her sexy slim hips, she left the house, hopping
away gaily, shutting the door behind her. As I heard the door close, I fell
back on the bed and said to myself "Jignesh ... you really are a mean
bastard..."
Content with my conquest of the morning, I dozed off. I woke up to the

sound of the phone ringing in the living room. Rubbing my eyes, I
glanced at the clock. It was half past noon. "Hello" I said groggily into the
phone. "Uh ... hello ... Jignesh bhaiya?" a girl's meek voice enquired.
"Yes, who's this?" I shot back, unable to place the voice. "Bhaiya ... it's ...
it's me ... Sejal" came the answer, rather tentatively. "Oh hi, Sejal..." I
said back cheerfully, my sleep vanishing as I heard her sweet voice.
"Bhaiya ... I hope I have not disturbed you ... I am sorry for..." she said in
a very unsure voice. "Oh come on Sejal..." I cut her off, "I am so glad to
hear your voice..." Hearing my words, I could feel her relax on the phone.
"Tell me, sweetheart..." I said in a soothing voice " ... how did you happen
to think of me today?"
She seemed to be searching for words, and I could hear her swallow.
"Bhaiya ... today we are leaving for our picnic ... so I thought..." she began
tentatively. "Yes sweetheart..." I coaxed her. "I wanted to say thank you
to you for everything you have given me..." her voice trailed off. Clearing
my throat, I said in a tone of mock anger "Sejal ... tell me on thing ... did I
do something that offended you?" "Oh no ... no bhaiya ... why are you
saying that..." she asked me immediately, confusion evident in her voice.
"Then why are you treating me like I am some stranger ... calling me to
say thank you and all that..." I continued in a tone of rebuke.
"Oh no bhaiya ... I did not ... I did not mean to make you feel like that ... I
am sorry ... I am sorry ... I just called to..." she replied, her voice
breaking. From the way she spoke, I could swear that she was on the
verge of tears. Putting on my charming tone again, I said "Yes my dear ...
tell me... "Once again I could feel her awkwardness, as she paused on the
phone. I could almost visualize this plump, busty, and really innocent
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schoolgirl biting her lips, and clutching her skirt. "Bhaiya ... I ... I just
wanted to ... want to meet you once before I go for the picnic today..." she
finally spoke. "Of course sweetheart ... I would love to meet you today..."
I replied immediately. "Where do you want me to come to meet you,
Sejal?" I asked her sweetly. "Uh ... bhaiya ... no ... I was thinking ... I was
thinking if I could ... if I could come to your house to see you..." she
answered in a meek unsure voice. "Oh..." I said with surprise.
Overcoming my surprise quickly, I continued "Oh that would be

wonderful sweetheart ... that would be wonderful..." As I heard her
breathe a sigh of relief, I asked "So are you coming here with Jigna?"
Once again, she hesitated before she spoke. "No bhaiya ... I was thinking
... is it OK if I come alone ... and don't tell Jigna..." My cock twitched
inside my boxers when I heard these words. Trying hard to hide my
excitement, I replied in a calm voice "Of course Sejal ... why do you even
have to ask that..." As I heard her take a deep breath on the phone, I
continued in my most charming voice "To be honest Sejal ... even I would
prefer if you come alone..."
I could almost imagine her blush on the phone on hearing my words. She
seemed to want to say something more. So I probed her by asking "Is
there something else you wanted to say, Sejal?" She cleared her throat,
and began in a faltering voice "Umm ... bhaiya ... remember that day
when you bought all those dresses for me..." "Yes dear..." I encouraged
her. "That day when you dropped me at the school on your bike ... you
told me..." she continued, pausing once again as her uncertainty got hold
of her. I just waited patiently for her to continue. Gathering her courage,
she continued " ... that day you told me that ... that you wanted to see me
... see me wearing the ... the bikini you bought for me"
My cock stiffened in my boxers, as I heard these words came out of her

mouth over the phone. She seemed to be waiting for me to say
something. "Yes Sejal ... and I am saying that again now ... I would love to
see you in that bikini..." I told her in a soft loving voice. "Bhaiya ... so I
was just thinking that when I come there today ... I will bring the bikini
also..." she continued " ... and I will wear it ... and ... and show it to you..."
she blurted out finally, the last few words gushing out of her mouth in a
whisper.
"Oh Sejal..." I exclaimed softly "that would be so wonderful ... come soon
baby ... I can't wait to see you..." Once again, I could swear she blushed
on the phone. Relief in her voice evident now, she replied "Oh ... OK
bhaiya ... thank you ... so can I come now only ... we anyway have a half-
day at school today..." "Yes my darling ... come as soon as you can..." I
replied with a smile. Mumbling her thanks again, she hung up the phone.
As I put the handset back on the receiver, I couldn't believe my luck. The
sexy, shy Sejal was coming to meet me; and that too to show me what she
looked like in her bikini. Giving my stiff cock a playful squeeze through
my boxers, I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. I sprayed a liberal
amount of deodorant on my body, and changed into a pair of khaki
three-quarters and a polo-neck white t-shirt.
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About half-an-hour later, the bell rang. Rushing to the door, I opened it
with a wide smile on my face. Sejal stood there at the door, dressed in her
school uniform of the beige knee-length skirt, white half-sleeve shirt, and
the dark brown tie around her neck. She was clutching her rucksack style
school back-pack at her shoulder, and I noticed that she had loosened
her tie a little bit at the neck, the top-most button of her shirt at the neck
open. As I beamed, and said "Hi Sejal..." she smiled back shyly, twiddling
the hem of her skirt. Taking her by her hand, I led her inside. Closing the
door, I said to her with the same smile plastered on my face "I am so glad
you came, Sejal..." She just smiled shyly and replied "Hi Jignesh
bhaiya..." Taking the bag from her shoulder, I placed it on the sofa.
As she stood there uncomfortably, I gazed at her lush plump body; those
big, soft, round breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton
shirt. Opening my arms wide, I smiled at her and asked "So do I get a hug
from my lovely Sejal..." She blushed and bit her lips as she muttered "Oh
bhaiya..." Wrapping my arms, I pressed her lush body to me, relishing
the feel of those soft pillowy breasts press against my chest. Caressing
her back, and running my finger along the strap of her bra at the back, I
whispered in her ear "I was dying to see you sweetheart ... thank you for
coming..." As she too mumbled something incomprehensible, I felt her
put her arms around me tentatively and clutch my lower back; her head
snuggling up under my chin.
Releasing her from my embrace, I led her to the sofa and made her sit
down. Sitting down next to her on her right side, I threw back my arms to
rest them on the back-rest of the sofa, my left thigh touching hers. As I
continued to gaze at her with a smile, she looked down shyly and began
to fiddle with the hem of her skirt again. Continuing to do that, she said
in a soft halting voice "Bhaiya ... yesterday ... I could not sleep yesterday
night ... I was thinking about you all the time ... I just could not ... I kept
thinking about you... " Letting my left arm drop from the back-rest of the
sofa, I placed it across her back, the palm resting on her left shoulder.
Squeezing her shoulder gently, I said in a soft voice "Same here Sejal ...
same here ... I just could not stop thinking about you..."
Hearing those words, she looked up at me with those big round eyes of
hers, and asked "Really bhaiya..." "Yes baby..." I replied in a whisper,
squeezing her shoulder again, my fingers tracing the shoulder strap of
her bra under her uniform. Turning her eyes away from me, she looked
down at her lap, and said softly "I ... I kept thinking about ... about ...
about when we were in the ... in the movie hall yesterday..." I sat forward
on the sofa, and reaching out with my right hand, cupped her face and
turned it towards me. Holding her gently by her chin, I looked into her
eyes, and said softly "Me too, Sejal ... me too..." "Oh bhaiya..." she
breathed, as she threw her arms around me, and rested her head against
my chest. As she held me tight, she pressed her plump soft body against
me; those unbelievably soft breasts pressing against my ribs once again. I
sighed, as I continued to rub her back with my left hand, my right hand
caressing her cheeks and her neck, pressing her head to my chest.
I was tempted to tilt her head up and kiss her; but I held myself back, not
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wanting to scare her off by going too fast. As I dropped my hand from her
face, and placed it on her knee, where her skirt had ridden up to bare her
plump knee, she straightened up. Lifting her gaze to me, she smiled that
sweet shy smile of hers. "Bhaiya ... do you want me to ... to wear that
bikini and show you?" she asked shyly, biting her lips, her voice barely a
whisper. "Oh yes, baby ... yes..." I said hoarsely, my cock hardening
inside my briefs. "Ok, bhaiya..." she mumbled, as she got up from the
sofa. Picking up her school bag from the sofa, she asked shyly "Can I go
into your bedroom to change bhaiya?" "Of course dear..." I replied with
my most disarming smile. As she disappeared into my bedroom clutching
her bag, I threw back my head on the sofa with a groan, and squeezed my
throbbing cock through my half-pants.
I heard the door of my bedroom shut close. After a few minutes, I heard
the door open. "Bhaiya..." she called out tentatively "I am ready..." With a
deep breath, I got up from the sofa and walked to the door. My heart
missed a beat and my jaw dropped at the sight before me. There stood
this innocent busty teenage school-girl, whom I had met only a few days
back, clad in that red two-piece bikini with white polka dots. My cock
jerked involuntarily inside my briefs as my eyes took in this incredibly
sexy sight. Sejal was by far the most voluptuous teenage girl I had seen in
my life. The bright-red bikini with strings at the shoulders, back, and
hips was in stark contrast to the milky whiteness of the skin.
As she stood there, arms hanging limply by her side, her hair brushed
and tied in a pony, I couldn't help but stare at her body. Her magnificent
plump tits were bulging out from the top and sides of the skimpy bikini
bra that comprised of nothing but a pair of triangular patch of fabric
barely covering those bulging mounds of her big soft breasts; with strings
tied behind her back and around her neck. My mouth watered at the
sight of the deep cleavage between her milky breasts. She had white
fleshy arms, and there was still a hint of baby fat on her softly rounded
belly. The bikini bottom too was a small triangular patch of the shiny red
fabric just about covering her pubic mount, with strings that were tied
together on either side of her plump flesh hips. She had plump milky
white thighs, with a dimple at her knees, and fleshy calves.
As I swallowed and looked at her intently, I realized she was looking into
my eyes with an expression of apprehension. "I don't look good no,
bhaiya ... I know I am too fat..." she said in a terribly unsure voice. "Oh
no Sejal..." I exclaimed hoarsely. Clearing my throat, I walked up to her
and placing my arms on her shoulder, said softly "Sejal ... you are the
most sexy girl I have seen in my life..." The colour rushed to her cheeks,
as she said "Oh bhaiya ... please don't say that just to make me feel
better..." Sliding my hands down the softness of her fleshy arms, I took
her hand in mine. "Do you still think I am trying to flatter you Sejal?" I
asked tenderly, pressing her palm on my rigid shaft which was
protruding through my three-quarter khakis.
She went stiff as I closed her fingers around my hardness through the
fabric of my khakis, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Placing my hands on
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the sides of her flesh belly, I pulled her towards me. As my hands
touched the bare flesh of her belly, she shuddered involuntarily, and I felt
goose bumps come up on her skin. "Oh bhaiya..." she cried out softly
again, as she felt my hand on her body. As I looked down at the deep
valley between those soft fleshy boobs of hers, I slid my hand up along
the sides of her torso, my fingers brushing the sides of her breasts that
were bulging out of her bikini bra. Taking hold of her chin gently with my
fingers, I tilted her head up till she was looking up at me.
She was breathing faster now, her breath coming out in short gasps
between her slightly parted lush thick lips. Her breasts heaved as she
took in short shallow breaths, and I could see the outline of her nipples
protruding through the fabric of her bikini bra. I ran my tongue across
my lips, and leaned forward to kiss her. A soft moan escaped her, as my
lips met hers. As I kissed her deeply, I pulled her gently towards me,
causing the pillowy softness of her heavy plush breasts, barely held up by
the bikini top, to quash against me chest.
Pressing my rigid boner against her soft fleshy belly, I kissed her
passionately. As the initial shock of me kissing her wore off, she
responded by opening her mouth wider, allowing me to slide in my
tongue inside the wetness of her small mouth. As our tongues met, I felt
her wrap her arms around me and clutch my back. I responded by
dropping my arms around her and cupping her fleshy round butt.
Squeezing the soft flesh of her sexy ass, I kissed her hard, my mouth
sucking on hers, and my tongue lashing her tongue.
With a groan I pulled away from her, and looked into her eyes. She was
still taking deep breaths, her magnificent bosom heaving. Her eyes were
wet now, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Alarmed, I cupped her face
gently, and asked "What happened, Sejal?" She just bit her lips and said
in a voice that was barely a whisper "Bhaiya ... I ... I love you..." I felt a
tug on my heart on hearing those words. "Oh Sejal ... I love you too ... I
love you to..." I replied urgently, wiping her tears. A tremor shook her
body, as my fingers touched her cheeks.
Reaching up, she pressed my fingers to her cheeks, closing her eyes and
tilting her face to one side. A pang of guilt coursed through me, as I
cursed myself silently for doing this to this innocent sweet teenager. I
was surprised to feel my eyes water. As I blinked, a tear rolled down my
cheek. Seeing that, she reached out for my face with a soft sigh, and
wiped away my tear with her soft hand. Letting her fingers linger on my
cheek, I shook my head and said hoarsely "Oh Sejal ... I don't know
what's happening to me..."
Seeing me in this unexpectedly emotional state, her womanly instinct

took over. Cupping my face in her soft hands, she looked up at me with
tenderness and said "Ohhh bhaiya ... it's OK ... it's OK ... I feel the same
way too..." Pressing her face to my chest, she wrapped her hands around
by back and held me tight, grinding her belly and hips against my
throbbing hardness trapped inside my briefs. "Oh bhaiyaaa..." she
whispered fiercely, "thank you ... thank you so much ... you don't know
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how happy you have made me today ... I was so afraid ... so afraid that I
would look like a fool..."
Holding her pressed against me, my hands caressing her bare back, with
the only obstruction being the string of her bikini top, I replied "Shhh ...
shhh, my darling ... you are very very special to me..." Tilting up her face
with my fingers on her chin, "You are very special to me Sejal ... do you
understand that ... very special to me..." I repeated in an earnest tone.
For the first time since she had put on the bikini, a shy smile came to her
lips. Taking my hand that was caressing her face in hers; she pressed her
lips to the back of my palms, and kissed it repeatedly.
"Bhaiya..." she asked me tentatively "this is the first thing I have felt like
this ... I don't know what to do ... please tell me what I should do for
you..." pressing her soft body to mine; her fingers playing on my neck,
tracing soft lines at the neck of my t-shirt. "I know you will think I am so
stupid ... but please tell me what I should do to make you happy,
bhaiya..." she continued in a small voice. My cock, which was beginning
to ooze pre-cum now, jerked upon hearing these words. "Don't worry my
dear..." I said to her tenderly "I will teach you how to make love OK..."
She blushed again on hearing that, and bit her lips. "Will you do what I
tell you to, baby?" I asked her gently. "Oh yes bhaiya ... yes ... I will do
anything for you..." she replied hastily.
Pulling myself away from her slightly, I looked into her eyes and said
"Sejal ... I want you to change into your school uniform for me..." A
confused look came to her face when she heard this. I interrupted her
just as she was about to say something. "BUT ... but I want you to wear
only your uniform ... no petticoat ... no bra ... no panty..." I completed.
Her eyes widened, and the colour rushed to her cheeks on hearing that.
"OK bhaiya..." she replied back in a small voice.
I let go off her and with a smile left the room. Settling down on the
couch, I stripped off my polo-neck t-shirt. I was wearing tight sleeveless
vests inside, that showed off my well muscled chest and biceps. Within a
few moments, Sejal came back into the living room. As she walked
tentatively towards me, I smiled at her. This incredible innocent teenager
had followed my instructions to the T.
She had not only changed into her uniform, but had also worn her tie! As
she walked towards me, her hands clasped together in front of her, I
couldn't helped but look at the way her big round plump breasts, free of
the constraints of a bra, shook and swung gently inside that white school
shirt of hers. The nipples which were erect were protruding through the
thin fabric of her shirt.
I reached out to take her hand in mine, and pulled her down towards me
on the sofa. With a little giggle, she fell on the sofa. I wrapped by arms
around her stomach, and made her sit with me; her back resting on my
chest. As I hugged her from behind, my chin resting on her right
shoulder, I felt the heaviness of her soft breasts rest on my fore arms.
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Unclasping my hands which were holding her across her belly, I placed
both my palms on the softness of her big round breasts. A shudder shook
her body, as my palms pressed against her breasts, and she threw back
her head, her lips parted, and eyes closed.
Lowering my face, I placed my lips on those thick lush lips of hers, and
kissed her passionately, my fingers closing around the incredibly softness
of her young but over developed breasts. She lifted her left hand to press
my hand which was now gently squeezing her ripe breast, while her right
hand fell on to my thigh, and squeezed hard. Soft moans escaped her lips,
as I continued to kiss her lovingly. A shiver went through her body, as I
teased her erect nipples through her shirt with my finger tips.
Continuing to fondle her ripe breast with my left hand, I slid my right
hand lower to her belly. Taking hold of her shirt, I began to tug at it, in an
attempt to pull it out of her skirt. She cooperated by tucking her belly in,
making it easier for me to pull her shirt out completely from where it was
tucked inside her skirt. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I felt the soft
baby fat on her fleshy belly; my finger teasing her deep belly button.
"Unhhh..." she moaned as I did that; her fingers squeezing my thigh
harder.
I slid both my hands up her soft belly, till I felt the underside of her
breasts against my fingers. With a groan, I took hold of those big fleshy
over developed teenage breasts of hers in my hands, and squeezed.

"Bhaiyaaa..." she cried out as my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy
fleshiness of her juicy round tits. She arched her back, pressing those
plump mammaries into my palms. Lowering my face again, I kissed her
again, my fingers teasing her small but thick nipples. She responded by
opening her mouth wide, and pushing her tongue into my mouth.
"Come and sit in my lap, Sejal... " I whispered to her urgently. I extracted
my hands from inside her shirt to allow her to sit up. She stood up shyly,
and with an aroused look on her face, smiled. Facing me, she sat down on
my lap, her knees resting on the sofa on either side of my thighs. Looking
into her eyes, I began to untie the knot of her tie. As I pulled off the tie,
she looked down at my lap, and placed both her arms on my shoulders.
Very slowly, I began to unbutton her shirt, starting with the top most
one.
As the buttons of her shirt came undone one by one, I was awarded the
sight of the deep valley between her big soft breasts. I paused for a while
after opening all the buttons of her shirt; admiring the sight of the part of
her breasts which could be seen in between the slightly parted shirt.
"Show me your breasts, Sejal..." I whispered hoarsely. "Oh bhaiya..." she
cried softly, and hid her face in her hands.
She then slowly looked into my eyes, and with a slow movement, parted
her shirt open, baring those big succulent teenage breasts to me. Like
everything else about her, her breasts were the most beautiful ones my
eyes had ever feasted upon. They were much better than what I had
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imagined. Milky white, they hung on her chest, full and ripe, like
balloons filled with water. I could see faint traces of blue veins on the
sides of her heavy fleshy breasts. At the bottom half of each magnificent,
there were a pair of large round aereolas, only slightly darker than the
rest of her skin.
Like a cherry on a cake, a pair of small but thick light brown nipples
adorned her beautiful mammary glands. As I feasted my eyes on them,
she sat there on my lap, biting her lips, her arms resting on my
shoulders, and her chest heaving with her breathing. "Oh Sejal ... your
breasts are so beautiful ... so beautiful..." I cried out softly. "Really ...
really bhaiya..." she stuttered " ... you really like me bhaiya..."
straightening her back, and spreading her shoulders, as if to give me a
better view of her gorgeous tits.
With a sigh, I reached out and took hold of her bared tits. As my hands
closed around the incredibly softness of her big milky breasts, she
moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes again. I began to
knead the soft flesh of her breasts, rubbing my thumbs across her erect
nipples. Leaning forward, I pressed my face to them. She let out a soft
moan, as she pressed my head to her bosom. Sticking out my tongue, I
began to lick the fleshy soft roundness of her breasts, starting from the
underside, and gradually moving up to her cleavage.
I teased her by running my tongue in circles around her areolas,

consciously avoiding her nipples. She tugged at my hair and tightened
her grip on my head. I finally ended her torture my running my tongue
across her nipples, and finally closing my mouth around them. As I
opened my mouth wide and sucked the soft pliant flesh her ripe juicy
breast into my mouth, she groaned in pleasure. As I began to suck on her
breasts, she began to moan continuously, mumbling something
incomprehensible. I feasted for a fair bit of time on those magnificent
young teenage breasts, squeezing them with my hands at the same time.
I finally pulled my face away from her breasts, and asked her to get up
from my lap. Pushing her down on the sofa, I knelt down on the floor
between her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed, as she sat there on the sofa,
her back resting against the support of the back rest; taking short shallow
breaths. Seeing this sexy young plump teenager in front of me, sitting on
the sofa with her school shirt open, those over developed teenage breasts
bared for my pleasure, my cock strained to burst out of the confines of
my underwear. Placing my hands on the softness of her fleshy thighs, I
pushed her skirt upwards, baring those milky white thighs to me.
Lowering my head, I kissed her softly on her knees.
To Be Continued..
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Moving my head upwards, I began to lick her thighs, causing her to cry
out "Ohhh ... bhaiiyaaa..." and grab my head. I pushed up her skirt
further, till I was greeted with the sight of virgin pussy. A sparse covering
of black pubic hair adorned her thick puffy lips of her young vagina. She
was looking at me intently now, a mixture of desire and fear on her face.
Sliding my hands all the way up to her pelvis, I began to gently caress the
thick pouting lips of her vagina with my thumb. She clamped her thighs
shut when I did that, throwing her head back with a cry. I slowly parted
her thighs again, and pulling her by her legs towards me, placed both her
legs on my shoulders on either side of my head. In this position, her
vagina was completely bared to me, and I could also see the small
opening of her anus.
I gently parted the lips of her vagina with the thumb and forefinger of my
left hand, exposing the pink flesh inside. My mouth watered at the sight
of her pussy, which was already wet. I slowly rubbed my middle finger
along the parted lips of her puffy pussy. She stretched her legs out taut as
I did that, and I felt her thighs quiver on my shoulders. Looking up at her
face, I saw that she had a slightly scared expression on her face.
"Bhaiyaa..." she whispered, once again caught between her arousal, and
the knowledge that what she was indulging in was taboo. "Do you trust
me Sejal?" I asked her softly.
After a brief pause, she nodded her head and said "Yes bhaiyaa ... I trust
you..." I smiled at her tenderly. Continuing to look into her eyes, I began
to gently rub her vulva, feeling her juices begin to flow. As I pushed my
finger inside gently, she grabbed my shoulders, and cried out. Her cry
was a mix of pain and pleasure. I was aware of the former, because I saw
her bite her lips; and pleased by the latter, because she pushed her hips
at the same time. I spread her puffy lips with the digits of my left hand,
bringing her small hidden clitoris to view. As I began to gently rotate the
middle finger of my right hand inside the tightness of her already wet
pussy, I also began to stimulate her clitoris with my thumb.
Leaning forward, I began to run my tongue along the insides of her milky
white fleshy thighs. She grabbed hold of my head by the hair and moaned
in pleasure. Sliding my tongue up towards her pelvis, I removed my
probing finger, and licked the slightly parted lips of her pink juicy pussy.
She jerked spasmodically and cried out when I did that, bucking her hips
towards my face. Tugging my hair, she cried "Bhaiyaa ... please..." I
raised my head and looked at her face. Her face was flushed, and she was
panting. "You want me to stop Sejal?" I asked her tenderly. She looked
into my eyes for a moment, and then shook her head in denial.
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With a gentle smile, I slid both my hands under her buttocks, and
cupping her ass, pulled her pelvis closer to my face. Pushing her thighs
up, I lowered my face to her vagina, and began to lick her slowly.
"Unnnhhh... "she moaned through clamped lips, as she felt my tongue
tease her slit and then slowly slide inside her juicy pussy. I began to lap
her pussy, holding on to her butt with both hands. Clamping my mouth
on her vagina, I began to suck on her pussy, stimulating her clitoris at the
same time with the tip of my tongue. Her body began to shudder, and she
began to sob.
I pulled up my face, and looked at her. Tears were streaming down her
face. I wiped her sticky juices from my lips, and quickly stood up. Sitting
down on the sofa beside her, I put my arms around her, and pulled her
towards me, her back against my chest. "It's OK baby ... it's OK..." I
whispered soothingly into her hear, gently rocking her against me. "Oh
bhaiyaa ... I have never felt anything like this..." she sobbed, taking my
left hand and pressing it against her bared left breast. Closing my fingers
around her breast, I began to knead the soft flesh; kissing her on the
mouth at the same time. She responded with ardour, kissing me back
passionately.
She was rubbing her feet together, and clasping and unclasping her thick
thighs. Taking my right hand in hers, she slid it down between her thighs
towards her vagina. "Oh dear, she wants it!" I thought to myself at this
encouraging gesture from her. Pulling away from her mouth, I pushed
my head further down till my mouth came to her milky white big, soft,
and plaint breasts. Closing my mouth around the soft tender tit-flesh, I
began to suck on it hard; while the fingers of my right hand began to
stimulate her vulva.
This time she encouraged me by spreading her thighs wider, and pulling
up her legs to bend them at the knees. She was oozing juices
continuously now, and I wasted no time in sliding the tip of my finger
inside her juicy virgin pussy. I began to continuous back and forth
movement of my digits, fingering her faster; even as I continued to suck
on her succulent tits.
She was moaning and sobbing continuously now, bucking her hips and
thrashing about on the sofa wildly. She was tugging on my hair, as I
continued to suck on her virgin breasts. Soon, I felt her body begin to
shudder, going into the throes of her impending orgasm, muttered gasps
emitting from her throat "Unhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..." Her wet hot pussy,
which fitted around my middle finger like a butter-coated glove, began to
spasm involuntarily, as she clenched her pussy muscles tight around my
invading digit; her thick fleshy legs sticking up straight in the air.
With my thumb rubbing her clitoris simultaneously, she came soon,

uttering a deep throated "Unnnnnhhhhhh ... mummmyyy...", her virgin
cunt contracting around my finger. As her legs collapsed on the sofa, and
I felt her taut body relax, I stopped fingering her. As I pulled out my
finger I felt the hot sticky juices flow from her pussy. Her head flopped
against my shoulder, as she continued to take in deep gasping breaths,
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her mouth parted, her lips dry, and her milky soft breasts heaving. I
pressed her head to my chest, and caressed her back and thighs, soothing
her.
After a few minutes of being in this position, her breathing began to

come back to normal. Reaching up with her right hand, she cupped my
face, and looking into my eyes, breathed "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... that felt
so good ... so good ... ohhh thank you so much ... thank you ... thank
you..." "Oh my baby ... you don't have to thank Jignesh bhaiya ... it is I
who have to thank you..." I replied tenderly. She just smiled a contended
smile, and snuggled up closer to me. As she did that, she felt my still
throbbing, and extremely frustrated hard cock press against the side of
her belly. Turning sideways towards me, she leant towards me and rested
her torso against my chest.
Her plump fleshy breasts pressed against my chest, as she placed her
head on my chest and began to caress my chest with her hands. My cock
was painfully erect now, and was pressing into her fleshy belly thru my
shorts. As I caressed her hair, she snuggled up closer to me, and began to
slide her hands under my t-shirt. As her soft pudgy fingers caressed my
taut belly, and slid up my muscular chest, I tightened the muscles of my
chest. "You have a very good physique, bhaiya..." she whispered softly,
her fingers tracing lines on my chest under the t-shirt. "Your muscles are
so hard bhaiya..." she mumbled softly. "There's something else even
harder, Sejal..." I said with a half laugh. "What is that, bhaiya..." she
asked instinctively. As I smiled into her eyes, the meaning of what I said
dawned on her, and she blushed.
Her fingers which were caressing my chest, stopped moving, and her arm
slid down slightly, causing her elbows to touch my hardness through my
shorts. "Is this ... is this so hard because of me bhaiya..." she asked in a
small voice, letting her elbows rest on my throbbing erection. "Yes, Sejal
... it is hard like this because it likes you very much..." I whispered back
softly. "Oh bhaiya ... tell me what to do please ... I don't know what to
do..." she said hoarsely, those beautiful round eyes wide with innocence.
"Feel it with your hands, baby..." I replied hoarsely. She slid her right
hand down my torso, and placed the palm of her hand on my throbbing
cock through the shorts.
As her fingers instinctively closed around my cock, I shuddered and

clutched her hard by her shoulder. As she looked up at my face again, her
eyes wide open and her lips slightly parted, I whispered "Now caress it
baby..." Wetting her plush lips with her tongue, she began to gently
caress my rigid shaft through the fabric of my three-quarters. "Do you
want to see it, Sejal?" I asked her in a hoarse whisper. She let out a sigh,
and nodded her head imperceptibly. Pushing my hips upwards to press
my harness into her palms, I said "Go ahead sweetheart, open it and take
it out..." Her cheeks flushed when she heard that, and I felt her hesitate.
"Don't worry baby ... it won't bite..." I said with a laugh. She relaxed upon
hearing this and even giggled. She slid down the sofa, and knelt down on
the floor between my outstretched thighs. As her fingers began to fumble
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with the button of my three-quarters, I tucked my tummy in, making it

easier for her to unfasten the button. Tugging at the zip of my shorts, she
pulled it down. Lifting my hips of the sofa, I pushed down my three-
quarters, to present my erection painfully sticking up like a tent pole
inside the confines of my white underpants. She gazed at the protrusion
of my cock and swallowed, once again uncertain.
As she looked up into my eyes with apprehension, I reached out with my

hand and caressed her hair. "Go on ... Sejal..." I urged her gently. She
reached out and slid her fingers under the elastic of my underwear's
waist-band, and began to pull it down. I lifted my hips off the bed again
to help her. As she pulled my underwear down my thighs, my fully erect
cock sprang out like a cobra, and slapped against my belly. Grasping the
base of my cock with my thumb and forefinger, I pushed it forward
gently, causing it to stand proud in front of her shocked face, swaying
gently.
Her mouth opened and a gasp escaped her lips, even as her hands
instinctively flew to her mouth. "Have you ever seen this before, Sejal..." I
asked her gently. She shook her head, and managed to whisper "No,
bhaiya..." Continuing to gaze at my throbbing cock in rapt attention, she
wet her lips once again, and swallowed. I was having this raging hard-on
for so long now, that a few drops of pre-cum were already adorning the
tip of my cock. I pulled my foreskin down, exposing the blood-gorged
helmet-shaped shiny head of my reasonably large cock. As she shifted

her gaze from my throbbing cock towards my face, I whispered "Hold it
baby ... it has been dying to feel your touch for so long now..." "Oh
bhaiya..." she cried out in a hoarse voice, and wrapped her soft fleshy
fingers around the girth of my hard penis. As I felt her soft hands close
around the shaft of my cock, my hips jerked involuntarily, causing a fresh
drop of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my cock.
As I gazed at her face lovingly, I couldn't help but gloat over my luck.
Here was this gorgeous busty teenage school-girl, kneeling between my
thighs on the floor, her school-uniform shirt open to show me those
young juicy mammaries, and clutching my fully erect cock in her hand.
"Now start stroking it like this, Sejal..." I whispered, wrapping my fingers
around her hand holding my cock, and moving it up and down. "Like
this, bhaiya..." she asked in a small voice, sliding her grasp up and down
along the length of my cock. "Yessss, my darling..." I groaned, and threw
back my head against the back-rest of the sofa.
As she got the hang of stroking my cock, I let out a groan of contentment.
She was gazing at my cock in rapt attention, her lips parted slightly, and
her breath coming in shallow gasps, as she continued to stroke my cock
lovingly. Looking up towards my face, she asked innocently "Am I doing
it right bhaiya..." "Oh yes Sejal ... you are doing it right..." I breathed out,
pushing my hips up, making my cock stand only inches away from her
face. I felt her hot breath on my cock even as she stroked it gently. "Now
shall I kiss it bhaiya..." she asked hoarsely. "Oh Sejal..." I groaned, when I
heard these hugely erotic words emerge from her lips. As I nodded my
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head, she brought her face closer to my cock, and closing her eyes, kissed
the straining tip of my cock with her lips awkwardly. Her eyes were
screwed shut, as she began to kiss my cock at different places with her
lips, the way one would give a peck on someone's cheek. Pulling her face
away, she opened her eyes and gazed at my cock with arousal, continuing
to stroke it.
Wetting her lips with her tongue, she closed her eyes again, and bent her
head forward again to kiss my throbbing cock again. This time she parted
her lips, and I felt her warm wet tongue against the bulging head of my
cock. My hips jerked spasmodically, and I clutched her by her shoulder.
"Take it in you mouth baby..." I groaned. With a small moan, she opened
her mouth and took the tip of my cock into her wet hot mouth. As her
mouth closed in an O around the mushroom-shaped head of my cock,
she screwed her eyes shut again. I saw her adam's apple bob, as she
swallowed involuntarily, the unfamiliar musky taste of my cock and pre-
cum assailing her virgin mouth.
But this girl was incredible. She didn't flinch, and began to suck on the
tip of my cock, her tongue licking the head, albeit awkwardly. As she got
accustomed to the odor of my cock, she opened her eyes and looked up at
me, my cock still in her mouth. I caressed her cheek, and whispered "I
love you, baby..." That seemed to be the encouragement she was waiting
for, because she opened her mouth wider and took more of my cock into
her warm welcoming mouth. As I lost control, and pushed my cock

deeper into the waiting receptacle of her hot mouth, she gagged
involuntarily, feeling the tip of my cock press against the larynx of her
throat.
As she gagged, her saliva dribbled out of her mouth, and slid down the
length of my cock. I felt a pang of guilt course through me, as I saw this
innocent teenager struggling to breathe with my thick cock stuffed inside
her virgin mouth. I grasped her by her head, and pulled her head up,
causing my cock to slip out of her mouth with a plopping sound.
Alarmed, she looked up at me with a scared look, and wiping the saliva
drooling out of the sides of her mouth with the back of her hand, asked
me tentatively "What happened bhaiya ... did I do something wrong?"
"No baby ... not at all..." I reassured her with a loving smile. "I just don't
want you to do it if you don't like it..." "Oh bhaiya ... why are you saying
that..." she cried out in protest. "I like it ... I like doing this ... I just hope I
am doing it good ... and it is making you feel as good as I felt when you
were doing it for me..."
"Oh darling ... you are doing it beautifully ... I love it..." I said to her
tenderly, caressing her face. Her face lit up with childlike pleasure on
hearing that, and without a word, she proceeded to take my cock into her
willing mouth once again. This time she went about it with more
confidence, sucking on my cock with a little more pressure, licking it with
the juicy tongue inside her mouth. As she began to suck on my cock like a
delicious lollipop, she began to bob her head up and down slowly, taking
more and more of my cock into her mouth with each moment.
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Throwing my head back as the pleasure of her sucking on my cock hit

me, I began to move my hips up gently as well, pushing more of my cock
into her juicy mouth. As my cock hit the cavity of her throat, she gagged a
couple of times. But she continued bravely, breathing hard, her saliva
drooling down the length of my shaft. I knew that if she continued this
for some more time, I was going to blast my load in her mouth itself. Not
wanting to do that to this lovely teenager on her very first time, I pushed
her head back gently, pulling my cock out of her mouth. "Rub it on your
breasts, Sejal..." I breathed out hoarsely, as she looked up lovingly at my
face.
She stood up from her sitting position on her knees, and parting her open
shirt, leant forward, causing her plump juicy breasts to dangle inches
from my wet hard cock. Taking my cock in her hand, she began to rub the
tip against the succulent flesh of her mammary glands, her erect pink
nipples grazing the head of my cock. "Oh Sejal..." I moaned, as I
straightened, and grasped her fleshy tits in my hands. Pressing the soft
flesh of her breasts together, wrapped them around the hard shaft of my
cock. She co-operated by grasping her breasts herself, and straightening
her back.
As I mauled the succulent flesh of her plump teenage breasts with my

fingers, she moaned softly. As I let go off her breasts, she cupped her ripe
left breast with her left hand, and grasping my cock with her right hand,
began to rub it against her aroused pink nipple. As her fingers continued
to stroke my cock, she looked up at me lovingly, and asked in a small
voice "Does this feel good bhaiya..." "Oh yes, it does baby..." I replied
with a smile. I was reaching the point of no return now, and was ready to
cum. "Do it faster, Sejal..." I breathed hoarsely. Without a word, she
began to pump my cock faster, and to my surprise took into her mouth
again.
As her warm mouth closed around my cock, I groaned with pleasure. It

amazed me to see how quickly an untouched girl like her figured out
what gave a man pleasure, as I experienced the orgasmic feeling of her
pumping my cock with her soft hands, while sucking on it at the same
time. Feeling my sperm begin to boil, I quickly grabbed hold of her hair
and pulled her mouth off my cock. It was just in time, for just as my
throbbing cock slipped out of her mouth, a thick wad of my jism shot out
of the slit of my cock and landed square on her neck. She let out a soft
moan, and grasped my cock tighter, as more of my cum spurted from my
quivering cock and landed on her soft pillowy breasts. As my orgasm
subsided, I fell back on the sofa with a sigh.
She was still holding on to my cock, as the remaining cum had flowed
down my cock and was all over her soft hands. "Do you ... do you have a
handkerchief bhaiya..." she asked me in a small voice. I smiled, as I dug
into my pocket and pulled out the handkerchief. She took it from my
hand, and began to wipe my cock clean. She then proceeded to wipe my
cum from her neck and breasts, as I watched her fondly. Wiping her
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hands, she looked up at me with a shy smile and asked "Did you feel
good, bhaiya?" "I did sweetheart ... I did" I replied with warmth. As she
stood up, I pulled her towards me and made her sit in my lap. Cupping
her succulent breasts with both my hands, I kissed them gently, and ran
my tongue on her nipples, causing her to giggle and squirm in my lap.
Continuing to knead her juicy tits, I kissed her on the mouth, and said
"That was wonderful, Sejal..." "Oh bhaiya..." she cut me off "I am so glad
I could make you happy..." As I let go of her, she stood up, and asked me
if she could leave, as it was getting late for her. She went into the
bedroom to put on her undergarments which I had asked her to remove.
At the door, I hugged her warmly and said "Have a good picnic, Sejal ...
and come back soon ... I will be waiting for you..." "Oh even I am waiting
to come back, bhaiya..." she replied shyly. As Sejal left, I closed the door
behind me and headed to the bathroom to clean up the mess I had made
inside my underwear.
The day's exertions had left me drained, and just as I had dozed off
watching TV, the phone rang. It was Kalpana aunty. She had stepped out
to buy some vegetables, and was calling me from a public phone booth at
the market. "Beta, I was just buying some vegetables, and I was
wondering if you wanted to have something special for dinner tonight..."
she said. "Oh aunty, why are you taking so much trouble for me?" I
protested, "Anything will do." "Oh there is no trouble beta ... Jigna has
gone for her picnic, and today Jatin bhai has also gone out of station for
work, so I don't have much work to do at home..." her voice trailed off.
There was a moment's pause, and she was searching for what to say next.
"So beta, today I will cook some special dinner for you, and..." she
continued. After a moment's hesitation, she continued " ... and I will be
very happy if you can come home to my place for dinner today evening".
There was hesitation in her voice, as she waited with baited breath to
hear my response. I stalled, as if I were indecisive. "Of course beta, it is
just a request... "she blurted in, upon not hearing anything from me, "I
know you may have plans so..." her voice trailed off. My cock had
stiffened inside my pants by now, thinking about the opportunity that lay
before me.
Here was the buxom Kalpana aunty inviting me to her house for dinner
... at a time when she was all alone at home. "Oh it will be my pleasure,
aunty" I responded "It will be so nice for me to have your company rather
than eating alone at my house" I heard her breathe a sigh of relief, and
her voice audibly perked up as she said to me "Oh Jignesh beta, thank
you so much ... I am so happy to hear that ... I will see you in some time
then". As I hung up the phone, I squeezed my stiff cock through my
jeans, and grinned to myself.
I showered quickly and changed into a comfortable pair of slacks and a t-

shirt, foregoing my evening work-out. If things went my way, I was going
to need to conserve my energy for the night. I walked over to Kalpana
aunty's house. On a sudden impulse, I stopped myself mid-way. "Nothing
like a bunch of flowers to flatter a woman" I thought to myself. I headed
back to my house to pick up my bike keys. After having picked up a nice
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bouquet for Kalpana aunty, I reached her place. As I rang the bell,
Kalpana aunty opened the door. A look of surprise and pleasure crossed
her face as she saw me standing at the door with a smile on my face and a
bunch of flowers in my hand.
She was apparently working in the kitchen, as I noticed droplets of sweat

rolling off her face on to her chest. "Oh Jignesh beta, I never expected
you to come so early ... I have still not finished cooking..." she blurted
out. Her hands were covered with wheat flour, ostensibly from the dough
she was kneading for making rotis, and for some reason looked
incredibly sexy to me. "Oh come in please..." she hastily said, a broad
smile on her face, and her eyes glancing towards the flowers I held in my
hand. She was fidgeting with her sari, trying to wipe her hands on them,
as I walked inside. I held out the flowers for her, and said with a smile
"These are for you Kalpana aunty".
As she took it from me, a look of tenderness crossed her face, and she
said "Oh beta ... for me! Oh I can't believe it..." she mumbled "I ... I..." she
stuttered, "Nobody has ever brought bouquet for me ... oh beta, thank
you so much ... thank you ... you are so nice" she said, squeezing my
hand. As I held her hand, I said "Oh aunty, come on ... please don't be so
formal ... this is the least I could do..." I replied smoothly. She seemed
flustered to see me land up so early, and I couldn't help but look at her
body as she fluttered around the room, trying to locate a place to keep
the flowers.
She was dressed in a cheap cotton saree, with the pallu tied tightly
around her waist, accentuating the shape of her massive hips. The red
blouse she wore with her saree was drenched with sweat at her armpits,
and I got a glimpse of her huge breasts encased tightly inside her blouse,
as she wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree. I could
see the outlines of her bra clearly at her shoulders and at her armpits, as
the fabric was soaked with her sweat. There was a musky odour to her
body that turned me on immensely. She bustled into the kitchen, and
returned with a glass of water for me in a tray. As she handed me the
water, she said "Oh Jignesh beta, please make yourself comfortable ... I
will finish my cooking quickly..." Touching her arm, I said "Relax, aunty
... I am in no hurry to have dinner ... I thought I will just come early and
give you some company..." I smiled.
That brought a smile to her face also. As I followed her into the kitchen, I
watched the way her heavy ass moved within the confines of her saree.
We chatted pleasantly about many things, as I sat on a stool in the
kitchen, watching her go about her work. As she was rolling the dough
into little balls to make rotis, I couldn't help but notice the way her heavy
breasts swung under her saree. Soon she finished cooking, and got
around to arranging plates on the dinner table. The food was delicious,
and as I licked my fingers, I said "Aunty, this is the best food I have eaten
in a long time ... thank you so much". "Oh beta, I am the one who is
grateful to you for everything ... I should be the one saying thank you..."
she said kindly. "I am very happy that I can do this much for you..." she
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said with a smile, looking into my eyes.
After finishing dinner, I settled down on the sofa in their living room.
She came out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her saree, and sat on
a chair in next to the sofa. I patted the sofa next to where I was sitting
and said "Come aunty, sit here for some time ... you have done so much
work today". She smiled and came and sat by my side. For few moments,
there was an awkward silence. After hesitating for some time, she said
"Beta, I am really so grateful for everything that you have done for my
family ... I don't know how to..." "Shhh..." I interrupted her, placing my
hand on hers. "Aunty please don't say all that..." "Ok tell me, how is your
financial health now?" I asked seriously.
She continued to fidget with the pallu of her saree and said "We don't
have anything left now, beta ... we have even pawned the few gold
ornaments I had ... this mangalsutra is the only thing I have left now..."
she said with sadness, touching the chain around her neck. I slid closer to
her on the sofa, and putting my arms around her shoulders, said "Aunty,
I want to do something, and I want you to promise me that you will
accept it without a word." "What is it beta?" she asked, looking up at my
face. "I want you to come with me tomorrow, and we will go and buy
back all the gold ornaments that you have pawned" I said. "But beta..."
she started to protest. "No buts aunty..." I said with finality "I don't want
uncle to know about this ... this is just between us". "Oh beta..." she
started to protest again. "You have to say yes aunty ... if I really mean
anything to you..." I said with a gently smile on her face.
She sat there silently, looking at the floor. After a while, she looked up at
me, and her eyes were moist with tears. She leaned slightly towards my
side, and placing her hand on my thigh, said "Ok beta..." Since my arms
were around her shoulders, as she leant towards me, I gently pulled her
towards me. She rested her head on shoulder, and continued to run her
hand on my thigh, as I caressed her back through her blouse, feeling the
straps of her bra under my touch. I had a raging hard-on by now, and I
could feel the heat emanating from her body. We sat there like that for a
few minutes, not saying a word. I cleared my throat, and said "Aunty, I
will make a move now ... you must be tired now, and wanting to sleep..." I
said softly. She hesitated for a minute, and then started to say "Beta..."
and she paused. "Yes, aunty?" I asked softly. "Would you ... would you
mind staying back here tonight ... you can..." she said haltingly "you can
sleep here tonight if you like..."
I remained quite for some time, and then said "Ok aunty, but I hope it is
not a problem for you..." "Oh no beta, why would it be a problem for
me... " she replied quickly. As I withdrew my arm from her shoulder, she
straightened to sit back. As she did that, the pallu of her saree slipped off
her shoulder. I was rewarded with the sight of her big heavy breasts
encased tightly inside her red blouse; and her heavy brown belly between
the bottom of her blouse and the top of her saree at her waist, was
exposed to my view. Her big breasts seemed to cover almost the whole of
her torso, and there was a deep cleavage because her bra and blouse were
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nearly stretched to tearing point on her chest. Because of the way her
blouse was stretched across her big breasts, I could see a glimpse of her
black bra through the opening between the hooks of her blouse. They
were huge.
She caught me looking at her breasts, and as she adjusted her pallu to
cover her torso, she looked into my eyes with a look of understanding
and love. I feigned embarrassment, and looked away quickly. Once again
there was an awkward silence. As I looked up into her eyes, I saw her
continuing to look into my eyes with tenderness. She reached out and
caressed my face. Her touch was hot. She cleared her throat, and in a soft
voice, started to say "Beta..." She stopped herself midway. I reached up
and placed my palm over hers, which were still caressing my cheek. "Let
me get you something to change into" she said, getting up. I grabbed her
hand, and said "No its OK aunty, I am comfortable in these..." "You sure,
beta?" she asked "Yes, aunty..." I replied. As I let go of her hand, she said
"OK beta, in that case, you can go and lie down ... I will finish some work
in the kitchen"
As she went into the kitchen, I got up and moved to the bedroom where I
had slept earlier. Deciding to be a little bold, I stripped off my t-shirt and
slacks, and got into bed in just my boxers. I pulled up the sheet up to my
neck, leaving only my face and bare arms outside the sheet. My hard-on
had subsided but it was still rigid in my boxers. I fondled my cock
through my boxers, and waited for her. I could hear her washing the
vessels in the kitchen. After a while, I heard her finish things off in the
kitchen, and head to the bathroom. From the noises, I imagined she was
washing her arms, legs and face, and preparing to go to bed. I had
switched off the main light in the bedroom, but had left a small night
bulb on. After a while, I heard her switch off the lights in the main room
& kitchen.
She came into the bedroom where I was, and I saw she had glass of milk
in her hands. I lay there with my eyes closed. I felt her sit gently by my
side on the bed, and she called out softly "Beta..." As I opened my eyes,
she smiled, and said "I got some milk for your to drink before you go to
sleep beta..." I sat up in bed, and taking the glass from her hand, said "Oh
aunty, you are taking so much trouble for me..." Ruffling my hair, she
said "Beta, aapki seva karna to mera saubhagya hai..." As I drank the
milk, I noticed she smelt of some talcum powder she had applied on
herself, probably after washing her face.
She was gazing at my bare arms and chest. I finished and she took the
glass from my hand. At that moment, I grimaced and clutched the side of
my back. With a look of concern, she asked "What happened beta..." "Oh
nothing aunty just that my back is aching today..." "Oh my dear Jignesh
beta ... you must be so tired no ... you lie down ... let me press your
back..." "No aunty ... its OK..." I started to protest. With a mock stern
look, she pushed me down on the bed and said "You listen to Kalpana
aunty now, ok beta".
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I lay down on the bed, and turned on to my stomach. I felt her adjusting
her position on the bed, and her hips pressed against mine as she came
closer to where I lay. "You just relax, ok beta..." she said softly as she
began to press my back. Her hands, unlike the soft ones of Sarla bhabhi,
were hard from all the work she used to do. But it felt great all the same.
"Oh aunty, that feels so nice..." I sighed as her hands went about
kneading and pressing the muscles on my back. After pressing my back
for a while, she shifted down towards my leg, and began to press my legs.
"Aunty, please ... its ok..." I started to protest "Just lie there beta ... at
least give aunty the pleasure of being able to do something for you..." she
said in a soft voice.
She ran her hands down the length of the back of my legs, and then
began to press my calf muscles. She even took my feet in her hands, and
pressed the fingers of my feet. Then she worked her way back upwards
towards my back, and said in a soft whisper "Now turn around beta..." I
had a raging hard-on by now, and was afraid that she would see it. I took
my chance and turned around to lie on my back again. This time she slid
down towards my feet, and began to massage my legs. She was looking
lovingly at my legs, and pressing them with tenderness. As she looked up
towards my face, she caught me looking at her and smiled. By now my
cock was standing up straight and had made a tent in my boxers. As she
saw my hard on sticking up through my boxers, I felt her body stiffen,
and the pressure she was putting on my legs while pressing went up a
couple of notches. I lay there with bated breath, enjoying the sensation of
her firm hands massaging my legs.
After a while, she slid herself back towards my torso on the bed, and
placed her hands on my chest. As she moved her hand up to my chest,
her elbow brushed against my hard on, and I felt her catch her breath in
her throat again. Once again, she glanced at my cock standing up in my
boxers. But this time she avoided my gaze, and just kept pressing my
chest and arms. It was a hugely erotic position. Here was the buxom
heavy bodied 42-year old Kalpana aunty, sitting by my side and giving
me the best massage I had had in my life. She was starting to breathe a
little faster now, and I couldn't help gaze at her heaving bosom. As she
leaned forward to press my shoulders, the pallu of her saree slipped off
her shoulders.
She glanced at the pallu that had slipped onto the arms, but made no
effort to pull it up, and kept pressing my shoulders and arms, avoiding
making eye contact with me. My cock lurched within the confines of my
boxers, as my eyes were once again greeted with the sight of her massive
heavy breasts tightly encased in her bra and blouse. The droplets of sweat
that had begun to form on her forehead, the sindhoor she wore in the
parting of her hair, the soft jingling of the glass bangles on her hand, and
her mangalsutra dangling in front of her huge breasts, caused my rigid
cock to lurch inside my boxer shorts. It was now or never, I thought to
myself. "Aunty..." I whispered hoarsely, and slid my hand to hold hers
and pressed it against my chest. "Yes beta..." she whispered back, and
looked into my eyes with tenderness. I let go of her hand, and slid my
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hand up her arm, and squeezed her arm.
As I let go off her hand, her arm slackened, and once again her elbow
brushed against my rigid cock through my boxer shorts. I let out a heavy
sigh, closed my eyes, and lifting my hips off the bed, pressed my boner to
her elbow. She made no attempt to remove her arm, with my boner cock
pressing against her elbow. As I opened my eyes, I saw her looking at my
face, with a mixture of tenderness and lust. "Aunty, I am sorry ... I..." I
breathed out softly. "Shh beta..." she whispered softly, and quickly
moved her left hand to my face and caressed my cheek. Her left hand was
now firmly resting on my rigid cock, with the forearm pressed to it, her
palm resting on my stomach. She leant towards my face, and still holding
my face with her left hand, kissed me softly on my forehead.
As she did that I felt her heavy firm breasts press against my chest. She
planted small kisses on my forehead and cheeks, and then moved her
mouth to my lips. With a groan, I grabbed her by her hair which was tied
into a tight bun behind, and kissed her ardently. She left out a soft sigh,
and parted her lips to kiss me back in earnest, our tongues probing each
other. I continued to hold her head with my left hand, kissing her, while I
moved my right hand to her back and pressed her torso to me. I felt her
right hand move between our bodies, and she then took hold of my hard
cock through the shorts, and squeezed it softly. A moan escaped me as I
felt her take my cock in her hand. As we broke our kiss, she looked into
my eyes, and asked "You love me so much beta?" squeezing my rigid cock
once again. "Yes aunty ... I..." I breathed out.
She then sat up, and looked at me lovingly, her hand still rubbing my
cock gently through my boxers. The pallu had fallen off completely now,
and I could see her huge breasts heaving. I reached out and placed my
hand on her left breast. She sighed, and throwing her head back, grabbed
my hand and pressed it against her breast. Through the tight confines of
her blouse & bra, I felt how hard and firm her mature heavy breasts were.
Her breasts were so big that there was no way I could cup them. She
pressed my hand to her breast as I squeezed her firm tit-flesh, as I
squeezed her hand which was rubbing my cock. I began to run my fingers
along the exposed portion of the top of her breast, and began to slide a
finger inside the tight confines of her blouse. Her skin was hot to touch.
"One minute, beta..." she breathed as she felt the difficulty I was having
in sliding my fingers inside her blouse.
She reached up quickly, and began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse.
My hand was now caressing the side of her heavy & fleshy belly, kneading
the flesh. One by one, she opened the hooks of her blouse, and as the last
one came off, I reached out with both hands and placed them on her
huge breasts through her bra. She was wearing a cheap black cotton bra,
which was stretched to the limit. Kalpana aunty was a broad woman, and
the size of her bra was 38-D. She parted the flaps of her blouse, and
straightened her back, pressing her breasts into my hands. I slid my
hands under her armpits and reached out to her back, fumbling with the
hooks of her bra strap. Seeing my difficulty in opening her bra, she
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smiled tenderly, and reaching behind unhooked her bra. As the strap of
her bra came undone, her huge melons sagged forward with the weight,
within the cup of her bra.
Closing her eyes, she hooked her finger under her bra cup, and pulled up
both the cups, exposing her huge heavy breasts to me. "Oh aunty..." I
breathed hoarsely, as I feasted my eyes on her mountainous breasts.
They sagged with the weight, and settled down on her fleshy belly. Yet
the flesh of her breasts was so firm, that they still stood firmly on her
chest. The skin of her breasts was brown like the rest of her body, and the
big dark brown nipples were surrounded with huge dark areolas. As she
sat their holding up the cups of her bra for me to feast on her breasts, I
said to her "Oh aunty, your breasts are so beautiful..." With a sigh, I
grasped her heavy breasts and began to knead the firm tit-flesh. They felt
so incredibly heavy in my hand. She moaned softly as I did that, and I felt
goose-bumps come all over her breasts, and the big nipples stiffened
under my touch. As I caressed her breasts with both hands, and softly
ran my finger over her erect nipples, she sighed heavily.
She placed her right hand on my hard cock, and gently squeezed it
through the fabric of my boxer shorts. I groaned, and began to squeeze
her heavy breasts in earnest, rolling her thick turgid nipples between my
fingers. I tried to cup both her breasts in my palm, but still couldn't get
more than half of it in my hand. As I took her nipples between my thumb
and forefinger, and squeezed, she let out a sigh "Oh beta..." She leaned
over me again, and placed her hungry mouth on mine. As our tongues
intertwined, and I felt the naked flesh of her big heavy breasts pressing
against my bare chest, I slid my hand down and grasping her hand which
was squeezing my cock, pressed it down. My right hand was caressing
her back, as she almost fully rested on my chest.
"Aunty..." I breathed "I want to suck on your breasts..." "Yes beta..." she
replied. She slowly lifted her face off mine, and looked down at me
lovingly. It was a sight to behold ... Kalpana aunty sitting by my side,
looking at me with love, with her blouse open, the cups of her bra pulled
up above her magnificent breasts, the mangalsutra hanging between the
valley of her breasts, caressing my face with her left hand, while
squeezing my hard cock with her right. Placing her palm by the side of
my face, she leaned forward, and offered me her huge 38-D breasts to
suck on. I grabbed her heavy breasts in my hands, and closing my eyes,
ran my tongue along the underside of her breasts. She shuddered as I did
that, and I felt her involuntarily clamp her hand tight on my cock.
I began to run my tongue all over the flesh of her breasts, carefully
avoiding her nipples, squeezing them with my hands at the same time. I
ran my tongue in circles over her areolas, around her nipples. And then, I
reached out with my tongue, and flicked it across her nipple which was
standing fully erect now. After teasing her nipples with my tongue for
some time, I opened my mouth and took her nipple inside, and began to
suck on them. As I did that, she moaned, and grabbing my head with her
left hand, pushed my face into her breasts. At the same instant, her right
hand slid into my boxers, and took hold of my rigid shaft. As I felt her
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calloused hands clasp my cock, I moaned and began to suck on her

breasts harder. She caressed the underside of my shaft with her palms,
and gently pressed my balls. Soon, she took it in her hand again and
began a gentle stroking motion.
To Be Continued..
Part - 12 - Heisenberg - 22nd November, 2018
Part - 12
My cock was already leaking pre-cum, and the feeling of her hands
stroking my cock was heavenly. After spending an eternity, sucking and
licking her breasts, gently nibbling on her hard nipples, I lay down for a
breather. Once again, she leaned forward and began to kiss my face. She
kissed my face, my neck, ran her tongue in my ears, and then slowly
moved down to my chest. She planted kisses all over my chest, and
slowly began to trail her tongue down my torso. As I felt her wet tongue
on my belly, I jerked involuntarily and let out a groan of pleasure. As her
face moved towards my hips, she let go off my cock, which jerked and
snapped against her cheek. Her hand began to caress my thighs, as she
moved her tongue below my belly button. I could feel my hard erect cock
rubbing against her hair and face. "Oh aunty..." I moaned.
She slid down the bed, and taking my cock in her hand again, began to
rub it all over her face. She began to plan little kisses on the shaft of my
cock, and also began to lick the underside of my cock, causing me to jerk
my hips up towards her face. Her heavy breasts were now pressing
against my thighs. She then let out a soft moan, and opening her mouth,
took my cock inside her mouth. "Aahhh..." I moaned as I felt my cock
engulfed by her hot wet mouth, and grabbing her head by the bun of her
hair, pushed her face down. As she rolled her tongue around the tip of
my cock inside her mouth, I cried out "Oh I love that aunty..." I began to
thrust my cock deeper into her mouth.
Soon she began a practiced motion of moving her head up and down my
cock, sucking me harder, almost taking 3/4th of my cock into her hot
slurping mouth, and caressing my swollen balls with her finger-tips at
the same time. She then took the shaft of my cock between her thumb
and two fingers, and began stroking me even as she moved my cock in
and out of her sucking mouth. With the experienced way in which she
was sucking on my cock, I could feel my orgasm building up. "Aunty..." I
groaned, holding her head tighter by her hair, "I am going to come..."
"Yes, Jignesh beta ... I want you to come..." she mumbled back with my
cock still in her mouth.
I grabbed her head by the bun of her hair and pushed her mouth deeper
down on to my cock. I felt myself beginning to lose control, and cried out
"Auntieee ... I can't hold on any longer ... please..." and pulled her mouth
away from my throbbing & pulsing cock. "Kyaa hua beta... ?" she asked
with concern as she raised her head and looked at me, "aap ko acchha
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nahi lag raha hai?" "Oh I love it aunty..." I breathed out "I just don't want
to come in your..." my voice trailed off. "Oh that..." she replied with a
slow smile "Aunty will do anything for you beta..." and she began
stroking my cock. "You have a very nice..." she murmured shyly, gazing
at my throbbing member "You will make a girl very happy..." she said
with finality, looking into my eyes with a smile. I was writing with
pleasure by now, and whispered back "I don't about other girls' aunty ...
but I hope I can at least make you happy..." She blushed, and replied "Oh
yes, you will beta ... you will..." and squeezed my cock hard as she
continued to stroke it.
I lay back and watched my darling Kalpana aunty, as she continued to

caress my body with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. She
was sitting up now, with the pallu of her saree completely off her torso,
her blouse open, and her huge heavy round breasts heaving, as she went
on pumping my cock. I reached out, and tried to hold her bared breasts.
She slid forward towards my head and leaned forward slightly, allowing
me to reach her breasts. I placed my hand under her left breast, and felt
the incredible weight of them in my palm. As I began to knead the flesh
of her breasts like dough, I said to her "Aunty, do it faster please..."
She just nodded and began to pump my cock more vigorously. With her
practiced stroking, I was soon ready to come, and cried out "Auntie..."
My cum began to spurt out from the slit of my cock, even as I arched my
back and lifted my hips off the bed. Such was the force of my orgasm that
the first spurt landed on her heaving breasts, and flowed down to her
belly. I continued to jerk as spasm after spasm racked my body and more
and more cum spurted out of my cock, and was soon overflowing her
hand, and drooling on to my stomach and pelvis. As it ended, I fell back
on the bed, completely drained.
As my cock began to soften, she leaned forward and rested her upper
body and mine, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her head
resting on my shoulder. As I was trying to get my breath back, she
whispered in my ear "Did you like it beta... ?" "Oh yes aunty, I loved it ... I
loved it ... thank you ... thank you so much" I managed to gasp. "Shhh
beta ... I should be the one saying thank you ... not you..." she chided me.
I wrapped my arms around her back, and pressing her close to me, kissed
her on the mouth passionately.
She rested on me in that position till my breathing came back to normal.

As I removed my arms from around her, she sat up slowly. She was still
holding on to my cock, which had now shrunk to its normal size. Turning
towards it, she wiped the cum which had fallen on my belly and pelvis,
with the pallu of her saree, and also wiped off whatever had landed on
her breasts and hands. I couldn't help but feel grateful to this lady for
being so loving to me. Having cleaned me up, she leaned forward, and
kissing me on my forehead, said "Aunty will be back in one minute, ok
beta?" She got up and went out of the bedroom, into the adjacent
bathroom. When she returned, I saw that she had taken off her blouse
and bra completely and now had just the pallu of her saree draped
around her torso.
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As she walked towards my bed, I could see the way her breasts swayed
behind the pallu of her saree, and the way her broad hips swung inside
the confines of her saree. By now, I had recovered, and I could feel the
current of desire course through my limp penis once again. As she sat
down on the bed by my side once again, she asked in a small voice, "Beta,
is it OK if aunty sleeps with you tonight..." "Of course aunty ... why are
you even asking that..." I chided her, taking her hands in mine and
squeezing it tight. "Thank you beta..." she replied gratefully. She then
stood up and began to take off her saree. As the saree came off her body,
I saw how heavily built she was.
My cock was beginning to come back to life as I took in the sight of her
big fleshy breasts, her fleshy round belly, her broad hips, and her
incredibly big ass inside the black petticoat she wore. I moved to one side
of the bed to give her space, and she lay down on the bed by my side. As
she settled down on her back, I placed my hand on her breasts and began
to fondle them. I placed one leg over her body, and pulled her towards
me turning her to face me. I snuggled my face in the warmth of her huge
breasts, and began to lick her breasts, squeezing them hard, even as my
hands caressed her bare back, and slid down to her big ass.
Taking her nipples in my mouth, I began to suck on her breasts in

earnest once again, even as she let out a sigh, and pressed my face deeper
into the fleshy valley of her breasts. With my free hand, I began to pull up
her petticoat, till I could feel the bare skin of her massive thighs. I ran my
hands over her thighs, and slid my hand up till my palm reached her
huge fleshy ass. I could feel the fabric of the cheap cotton panty she was
wearing, stretched across her butt. I began to caress her butt through her
panty, and began to squeeze the flesh on her ass. She moaned with
pleasure, and pressed her pelvis to mine, causing my rapidly hardening
cock to press against her belly.
Taking my leg off her body, I pushed her so that she lay on her back now,
and whispered to her "Take off your panties aunty..." Silently, she slid
her fingers inside the elastic of her panties, and slid it down her hips,
raising her hips off the bed in the process. Raising her legs, and bending
them at the knees, she proceeded to remove the panty completely. As she
lay back again, I undid the cord of her petticoat at her waist, and
loosened them. By now I had pulled up her petticoat almost completely
exposing her mammoth thighs. Pressing my almost fully hardened cock
on the side of her hips, I ran my hands along her thighs and began to
caress the insides of her thighs.
She let out a soft hissing sound, as I felt goose bumps come up on the
flesh of her thighs, and she parted her thighs, allowing me full access. I
slowly slid my hand up, till I reached her vagina. Her vagina was almost
fully covered with thick crinkly hair. As I began to caress her vagina with
my hand, feeling the hair tickle my palm, she moaned and opened her
legs wider. Continuing to suck on her breasts, I slowly slid my finger
through the forest of hair, and found her the slit of her pussy. She was
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soaking wet, and I could feel the heat emanating from her hot pussy, as I
slowly slid a finger inside her pussy.
As my finger slid inside her hot pussy, she hissed out "Oh Jignesh beta..."
and clutched my hair tight, pressing my face deeper into her huge
breasts. "Just relax aunty..." I whispered back "it's my turn now..."
Parting the lips of her cunt, I slid in one more finger and began to finger
fuck her sopping wet pussy slowly. As my fingers began to probe deeper
into her vagina, she began to buck her hips, and grasping my hand began
to push it deeper into her. Her head was thrown to one side, and she was
moaning with pleasure. Throwing my leg over her fat thighs, I turned to
her side and began to finger fuck her in earnest. She kept moaning "Oh
beta ... oh beta..." over and over again. I then climbed on top of her, and
straddled her, with my butt resting on her belly, and my fully erect cock
standing out straight right over her heaving mountainous breasts. Taking
my cock in my hand I began to rub it on her breasts, and teasing her
erect nipples with the bulbous red tip of my cock.
Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted, breathing heavily, as she
felt me rubbing the sticky tip of my fully erect cock all over her breasts.
She co-operated with my squeezing her breasts together, thus trapping
my erect cock between her heavy fleshy breasts and squeezing them.
Then I slid down her belly, and began to lick her neck. As she wrapped
her arms around my back, I started licking her neck and slowly slid down
to her chest. I took each of her huge breasts in my hand, and squeezing
them hard, sucked on them one by one. Then I slid down further and
began to lick her huge fleshy belly, paying special attention to her belly
button. She was moaning with pleasure almost continuously now.
"Beta..." she said in a hoarse voice "nobody had done this for aunty in a
long time ... Oh I love you beta..." as she continued to hold my head in
place by my hair.
"I love you too aunty..." I whispered back, as I clambered off her belly,
and quickly got in between her thighs. "Beta, noo..." she cried out, as I
took hold of her heavy legs and raised them. Bending her legs at her
knees, I began to caress the underside of her massive tree-trunk like
thighs. I proceeded to bring my face closer to her thighs, and began to
lick the underside of her thighs, She lay there, clutching the headboard of
the bed, her eyes closed and head thrown back, as I held her legs pushed
up, and parting her thighs, began moving my tongue on her knees from
the back of her knees closer and closer to her sopping wet hairy pussy.
Throwing up her petticoat, I brought my face close to her pussy and
began to lick the flesh of her pelvis around her vagina. There was a strong
musky odor coming from her wet pussy that was repulsive yet erotic at
the same time.
As she realized what I was about to do, she clutched my head by the hair
and cried out "No beta ... please... " "Why aunty ... wont you allow me the
pleasure of doing what you did for me..." I asked in a hurt tone. "No beta
... you don't have to ... I am ... I am not clean there..." she said haltingly
almost sobbing. "If I am clean aunty ... then you are also clean" I replied,
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and with one swift motion plunged my face into the hot musky valley of
her vagina. This lady was all heart, and I wanted to give her my best.
Even though I nearly gagged with the musky smell that hit my nostrils, I
held my breath, and parting the lips of her vagina with my two thumbs,
began to lick her sopping wet pussy. As my tongue touched her pussy,
she let out a long cry, and nearly pulled off the hair from my head.
Her thighs clamped tight around my head, as I continued to lash her

sopping wet pussy with my tongue. With my fingers I traced her clitoris,
and began rubbing it with my thumb, even as I plunged my tongue deep
inside her vagina and sucked on her. I had to use nearly all my strength
to keep her thighs from suffocating me, as I continued to suck and lick
her pussy. She began to buck and writhe on the bed, burying my face in
her vagina. I could feel the rough crinkly hair of her pussy rubbing
against my face, but I did not stop. Instead I slid my hands under her
massive buttocks and began to squeeze them hard, pushing her hips up
into my mouth.
She was going berserk with what I was doing to her pussy, and cried out
hoarsely, "Beta ... please ... please I want you inside me now..." I
continued to lash her pussy with my tongue. "Beta ... please give aunty
your ... please beta..." She begged. By now, I was ready for her. I quickly
lifted my face up from her pussy, and positioned myself between her
massive thighs. Lifting her thighs up, bent at her knees, I took hold of my
cock with one hand and rubbed it against the slit of her juicy wet pussy.
She moaned "Take me beta..." With one swift motion, I plunged my hard
cock deep into the depths of her sopping wet pussy. "Oh maa..." She cried
out as she felt the thick girth of my cock plunge deep inside her. Her
pussy was by no means tight, but it still felt incredibly good. For once I
felt like there was enough space inside to accommodate my reasonably
large cock.
Hooking her knees on my shoulders, I pushed her legs back till her knees
were nearly pressing against her breasts; I began to slide my hard cock in
and out of her slowly. I placed my arms by the side of her torso, and
began to fuck her with deep long strokes. As I looked at her face, her
hands reached out and grasped my face. There were tears rolling down
the side of her eyes, even as her face was contorted with ecstasy, she
sobbed with pleasure "Oh Jignesh beta ... I love you so much..." I just
smiled at her and began to pump my hips harder. With each thrust, I
could hear my hips smack against her heavy hips, and my cock slide in
and out of her with a squishy sound. With each thrust, her heavy body
shuddered and her huge breasts which were spread out over her chest,
wobbled and jiggled like a huge milk bag.
By now, she was beginning to lose control of herself, and had wrapped
her legs around my back. She grabbed my by my shoulders, and began to
grind her hips and thrust upwards, even as my plunging cock explored
new depths of her pussy. "Beta... "she moaned "aunty has never felt this
way in a long time" looking into my eyes with a mixture of love and lust.
"Yes beta ... yes ... do it..." she gasped. Repositioning myself on my knees,
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I took hold of her huge breasts in my hand, and began to knead them like
dough, even as I continued to fuck her. I even bent forward, and sucked
on her breasts, as I continued to stroke my cock in and out of her pussy.
Very soon, her breathing became gasps, and I could feel the throes of an
impending orgasm take control of her body. Clutching my head again,
she almost sobbed "Beta ... please ... I am..." "Yes aunty ... yes..." I gasped
between my breaths "I want you to cum..." Her body began to shudder
uncontrollably, even as I began to fuck her harder. "Oh maaa..." she cried
out aloud, even as she wrapped her legs tighter around my back, and
began to thrust back at me vigorously. She probably hasn't had a fuck
like this in a long time, I thought to myself as I concentrated on getting
her to cum, before I shot my load.
I was ready to come any moment now, and I gasped out hoarsely "Aunty
... I am going to cum any moment now ... shall I remove it now..." "No
beta ... no no no..." she nearly pleaded with me "please don't stop..." "But
aunty, is it OK ... I mean..." I asked with concern, even as I continued to
fuck her with hard rapid strokes. "Oh yes beta ... yes ... it is OK ... Please
... please don't stop ... I want to feel you inside me ... I want to feel your ...
inside me..." she cried out. "Oh yes ... Oh my God ... Yes..." she nearly
screamed as her orgasm hit her hard. That set me off too, as I felt my
climax nearing. Her pussy muscles began contracting and spasming,
milking my rampant cock with each stroke. As her orgasm hit her, she
threw her head back, and let out a long groan, prompting me to shoot my
load too, deep inside her. As I felt my semen spurting inside her hot cunt,
I cried out aloud too "Ohh aunty ... I am cummingg..." For me the second
orgasm is always stronger, and I felt spurt after spurt of my hot cum
shooting inside her, even as her legs collapsed, and her head fell back on
the bed.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around my
back, with my cock still buried to the hilt inside her pussy. We lay there
for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for our breathing to come back
to normal. Finally, she stirred and began to caress my hair and back,
where my face rested on the cushion of her heavy breasts. I raised my
head and looked at her face. There were tears in her eyes, as she looked
at me. With a sigh, she took my face in her hands and pulled me to her
lips.
As she kissed me passionately, she said again and again "Oh Jignesh beta
... thank you ... thank you so much..." "Oh beta, you don't know how
much this meant to aunty... "and she went on and on. "Oh aunty, please
don't say that..." I protested, "I wish I could tell you how much this
meant to me..." We kissed once again passionately, and then I slid off her
body on to my side of the bed. She turned towards me on her side, and
cradling my head in her arms, pressed my face to her heaving bosom.
With my face buried in the valley of her magnificent heavy breasts, and
my lips brushing against her turgid nipples, I went off to sleep.
I slept soundly, and woke up refreshed. I was still naked, but a sheet had
been put over me. Kalpana aunty was not in the bed. As I got up and
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stretched, I heard noises of her doing something in the kitchen. Pulling

on my boxers and the t-shirt, I walked towards the kitchen. There was tea
brewing on the stove, and she was busy filling drinking water in some
vessels. I stood there silently and watched her for a while. She was
wearing a cheap cotton night-gown, which had buttons in the front from
the cut of the neck right down to her belly. From the way her body moved
under the gown, I could make out she was not wearing anything
underneath. As I watched the way her massive butt moved under the
gown, I felt my cock stirring again.
As she turned to pick something, she saw me standing at the doorway,

and smile of surprise lit up her face. "Oh beta, I didn't realize you had
woken up ... I was just going to wake you up after making tea..." she said.
I just looked into her eyes, and smiled. She turned her eyes away with an
embarrassed smile, and asked "Beta, what would you like to have for
breakfast?" Once again, I chose not to reply, and just smiled at her.
Walking up to her, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind,
and pressing my crotch into her massive behind, whispered into her ear
"You, aunty ... I would like to have you for breakfast..." As I pressed my
body to hers, I realized I was right about her not wearing anything
underneath. She shivered, and sighed "Oh Jignesh beta..." as I caressed
her waist, feeling the heavy flesh under the thin cotton night-gown and
pressed my rapidly stiffening cock against her fleshy buttocks. "Thank
you for yesterday night, aunty..." I whispered into her ear, as I continued
to caress her hips and thighs. "No beta ... it is I who has to be thankful ...
thank you..." she breathed, as she leant her head back and rested it on my
shoulder.
I pressed myself closer to her, and began to knead the flesh of her belly,
grinding my rigid boner against her ass. I slid my hands up towards her
heavy dangling breasts, and cupped each of them in the palm of my
hand. As I weighed the incredible heaviness of her huge breasts in my
palms, I began to squeeze them. She sighed heavily, and closed her eyes.
Her turgid nipples had become erect, and as I gently pinched them
through her gown, she let out a shudder of pleasure. She shivered and
sighed, as I began to lick her earlobes. Turning her face sideways towards
me, I kissed her on her lips. She moaned softly, and slid her arms around
me. Sliding my hands down to my butt, she pressed my crotch to her
hips, and kissed me back passionately. My cock was fully erect by now.
As I pulled my lips off hers, and began kissing her on her neck, she slid
her right hand inside the elastic of my boxers, and took hold of my rigid
shaft in her calloused hand.
As her hands wrapped around my cock, I let out a sigh of pleasure, and
squeezed her heavy breasts harder. Looking into my eyes, she asked
tenderly "Beta ... you are so ... so hard ... is it because of aunty?" "Yes
aunty, it is because of you..." I whispered back. "Oh Jignesh beta ... I love
you so much..." she cried, as she gripped my cock tighter and began to
move her hands, stroking me inside my boxer shorts. By now she had
turned around to face me completely. I reached up and cupped her
mature heavy breasts once again. As I squeezed her mature tit-flesh, she
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sighed and threw her head back. The top two buttons of her gown were
open, and I began to unhook the others. As I opened all the six buttons of
her night-gown, I opened it to bare her beautiful big mature breasts.
As I looked at her huge breasts, capped by the thick brown nipples and
large areolas, I said "Oh aunty, your breasts are so beautiful..." She
blushed and replied "Oh Jignesh beta ... you don't have to flatter aunty...
"Her voice trailed off as I bent forward, and cupping her huge breasts in
my hands, ran my tongue along the side of her breasts. Her hands
clutched my hair, as I began to lick her breasts, running my tongue along
the side and under them, and flicking her fully erect nipples with my
tongue. "Oh dikraaa..." She moaned, as I clamped my mouth on her
nipple, and began sucking on her breasts. I went berserk on her boobs,
squeezing them hard, sucking on them, and rubbing my lips on them. As
I came up for a breath, she pulled my face towards her and kissed me
hard.
She then gently pushed me towards the kitchen platform, and quickly
knelt down in front of me. Hooking her fingers in the elastic of my shorts,
she pulled it down to my knees. As my shorts slid down, my thick erect
cock leapt out and stood swaying proudly in front of her face. As my cock
came into view, she sighed "Oh beta..." and once again took it in her
hand. She looked at it lovingly, and began to stroke me gently, pulling my
foreskin back, with her right hand. She brought up her left hand, and
began to caress my swollen balls at the same time. "Oh my dear aunty..."
I breathed, as I placed my hand on her head, and began caressing her
hair. Gazing at my cock lovingly with her lips parted slightly, she began
stroking me a little more rapidly now, prompting some pre-cum to ooze
out of the slit of my swollen cock-head.
Still holding on to my cock and stroking it, she looked up at my face with
a tender smile. Seeing the look of pleasure on my face, she brought her
face closer to my throbbing cock, and gently rubbed it against her face.
As my cock-head rubbed against her face, I felt my pre-cum getting
smeared on her cheeks and slightly parted lips. Turning to look at my
cock, she opened her mouth, and guided my rigid member into her
waiting mouth. "Ahhh..." I groaned as I felt her hot mouth wrap around
the head of my cock. Caressing my bare thighs with her other hand, and
still clutching my cock with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand,
she began to suck on my cock lovingly, pressing her big heavy breasts
against my knees. As I watched the incredible sight of my darling
Kalpana aunty, down on her knees in front of me in the kitchen, the
sindhur in the parting of her hair, her mangalsutra dangling on her neck,
sucking on my cock lovingly first thing in the morning, I grasped her by
her face, and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth.
As my cock went deeper into her mouth, she moaned, and began to move
her back and forth, sucking on my cock harder, rolling her lips against
the tip of my cock. I grabbed her head by the bun of her hair, and pushed
my cock deeper into her throat. She didn't resist, and allowed me to push
my cock into the depths of her mouth. First the daughter, and now the
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mother, I thought to myself, as I looked at my cock sliding in and out of

Kalpana aunty's mouth. Her saliva was dripping from the sides of her
mouth as she slobbered over my cock. I was getting ready to shoot my
load now, and was desperate to fuck her once again before that
happened.
Pulling her face upwards, I said hoarsely "Aunty, I want to..." my voice
trailing off. As my cock came out of her mouth, she looked up
understandingly at me with her big round eyes. As she stood up, she took
my hand in hers, and turning to move, said "Ok beta ... lets go to the
bedroom..." "No aunty, here..." I replied hoarsely, my voice thick with
lust. "But beta ... how will you... ?" she began to ask with a look of
surprise. "Aunty ... please ... will you let me do it from behind... ?" I
breathed out. "Oh my dear ... aunty will do anything you want ... why do
you have to ask like this and make aunty feel bad..." she replied in a small
voice. Taking my face in her hand, she asked me with love "Tell me beta
... what do you want aunty to do?" "Just turn around, aunty ... and..." I let
it hanging. She nodded in understanding, and quickly turned to face the
kitchen platform.
Bending forward, she placed her left hand on the platform, and began to
pull up her night-gown with the right. As her fleshy calves came into
view, she turned her head sideways to look at me shyly. With a look of
lust in my eyes, I grabbed her gown and pulled it up further, baring her
massive heavy thighs. Because she was short in stature, her thighs were
like tree trunks. I gently pushed her forward to bend more, and as she
rested her elbows on the kitchen platform, I pulled up her gown
completely above her waist, and bared that enormous fat gaand of hers. I
ran my hands over her massive ass-cheeks, as I positioned myself behind
her, my wet throbbing shaft poking against the crack of her ass.
As I pushed my cock to press against her ass, she accommodated me by

parting her thighs and jutting her ass backwards towards me. As my cock
quivered and touched the flesh of her ass, I thought to myself that this
was a dream come true. I had always fantasized about fucking Kalpana
aunty from behind. Bending my knees slightly to get into a better
position, I pushed my cock forward between her thighs, towards the
opening of her hairy vagina. As my cock head poked against the crack of
her ass, she reached down between her legs, and guided my cock towards
the opening of her wet pussy.
She parted the lips of her vagina, and pushed herself back towards me,
trying to get my cock to slide into her pussy. I grabbed her by her ass,
and with a groan thrust my hips forward, spearing my cock into the wet
confines of her hot pussy. "Ohh yess betaaa..." she moaned, as she felt my
thick shaft penetrating her not often fucked pussy. I grabbed her, and
began to fuck her with short hard strokes. As my pelvis smacked against
her ass, I could see the flesh of her ass wobble and quiver with each
thrust. She was moaning with each thrust of mine, throwing her head
from side to side, and biting her lips. She reached behind with one hand,
and holding my ass, began to help me fuck her.
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She had bent forward as much as she could, and her face was almost
touching the kitchen platform. Her huge breasts, which had tumbled out
of her gown, were dangling and swinging as I fucked her from behind,
and her nipples were rubbing against the cold stone of the kitchen
platform. "Beta ... aapko acchhaa lag raha hai... ?" she managed to gasp
as I continued to fuck her hard. "Oh yess aunty..." I groaned back. She
was moaning with pleasure now, and biting her lips. She was supporting
herself on her left elbow now, and moved her right hand to cup and
squeezed her huge dangling breasts. That turned me on immensely, as I
felt my semen begin to boil in my balls. I leant forward, and grabbing
hold of her heavy breasts, began to squeeze them hard, and pinch the
nipples, as I fucked her relentlessly. Her humungous fleshy ass quivered
as I rammed my rod into her. She was also beginning to near her orgasm,
and cried "Oh Jignesh beta ... please don't stop..."
As her orgasm hit her, her pussy began to convulse and clamp tighter
around my ravaging cock. That was the trigger, and with a groan I shot
my load inside her wet convulsing pussy. As my cock exploded, her hands
went between her legs, and I felt her fingers rubbing her clit as well as my
cock where it was going into her pussy, in a desperate attempt to get her
orgasm. Her knees buckled as her orgasm hit her, and I collapsed on her
back, my semen beginning to drip out of her pussy, and run down the
insides of her thighs. We lay there in that position, her with her torso on
the platform, her heavy breasts squashed against the cold stone, and me
resting on her back, with my chin resting on her shoulder.
After a while, I straightened up, and helped her come up on her feet as
well. She avoided looking at me, as she straightened up and turned
towards me. As she began to adjust her gown, looking at the floor, I took
my face in her hands, and looking at her with tenderness, said "Aunty, I
don't know how I can ever thank you for this..." "Oh beta... "she protested
immediately, "Please don't say that ... it is aunty's privilege to be able to
do anything for you..." I kissed her immediately in response, and pressed
her tight to my body. She responded by kissing me back passionately. My
cock was limp by now and trails of my cum were dripping down my cock.
The wonderful woman that she was, she immediately took a washcloth,
and kneeling down in front me, proceeded to wipe my cock clean. As she
helped me pull up my shorts, she gave me a shy smile. Afterward, I had
my tea and breakfast, and took her leave.
After the heavy breakfast at Kalpana aunt's I was feeling drowsy, and
decided to have a snooze. I woke up around noon, and immediately hit
the shower to get rid of my lethargy. Just as I got out of the shower, the
phone rang. It was Sarla bhabhi. "Hello beta" she said cheerfully. "Why
don't you come over to my place today for lunch? I have made pooris and
aam ras today ... specially for you" she said with warmth. "OK, aunty..." I
laughed, as I agreed. When I reached her place and rang the bell, she
opened the door and greeted me with a carefree embrace, saying "Oh
Jignesh beta, thank you for coming..." As I felt her press her soft body to
me, I looked over her shoulder and froze. Sitting on the couch in the
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living room was Mayuri ben, another older woman in our colony whom I
lusted for. Mayuri ben was a matronly 48-year old widow, having lost her
husband nearly 12 years back.
A shade darker than Kalpana aunty, and attired in her trademark clothes
of a white cotton saree worn in the Gujarati style, and white blouse, she
was a huge fat woman, nearly as tall as me, with a heavy fleshy body.
Ever since I had entered my teens, I had been fascinated by the sheer size
of her massive breasts and hips; the biggest I had seen on a woman in my
life. Though she had a more attractive face when compared to Kalpana
aunty, there was a permanent stern look to her, accentuated by the thick
spectacles she wore. She looked every bit a school headmistress, which
was partly true because she taught primary grade kids at some local
government school nearby.
As Sarla bhabhi felt me stiffen, she let go off me and said "Oh don't be
shy beta, Mayuri ben was waiting here specially to meet you" As she said
that and led me inside, Mayuri ben got up from the sofa and stood up.
"How are you Jignesh bhai?" she greeted me with a smile. I had always
been so intimidated by her that I took my time to find my voice. "Oh are
you still afraid of me beta?" she said with a knowing smile. The ice
broken, I too laughed and said "Umm, no aunty ... just that I was..."
She threw her head back with a hearty laugh and said "You know Sarla;
he was such a naughty boy since he was a kid. He would ring the bell of
my house in the middle of the day while I would be sleeping, and then
run off when I came to open the door. Finally one day I caught him at it,
scolded him properly, and took him to his mother." I winced at the
memory of that incident a few years back. Seeing both of them laughing,
I too joined in and said "Yes aunty, I still remember how you grabbed me
by my ear and dragged me home..." Both women laughed on hearing
that. "But see how you have become a big and smart boy you have
become now..." Mayuri ben said to both of us in general, looking me in
my face with a smile.
Taking me by my hand, she said "Arre, why are you still standing ... come
and sit beta...", and led me to the sofa. Sarla bhabhi proceeded towards
the kitchen. As I sat down, she sat down next to me, and gazing at my
face said "I hardly see you now a days ... you have grown up so much ...
you have become a handsome young man now" I nearly blushed on
hearing this from this woman who always had seemed like a stern
headmistress to me. As she kept looking at me and talking, with her hand
resting on my right knee, I couldn't help but look at her body. She had a
heavy weather-beaten face, with the flesh on her cheeks and jaw
beginning to sag a little. Her hair, which was tied in a bun behind her
head, was beginning to grey at the temples, which she had colored with
mehendi, giving it a dull golden brown look.
Being a widow, she wore some kind of a black-bead chain around her
neck, and cheap looking black plastic bangles on her wrists. The cheap
white cotton saree she wore was tied the Gujarati way, favored by older
women here, and sticking out of the shoulder line of her matching white
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cotton blouse, I could see the thick strap of what must have been a really
big bra. As my eyes took in the covered shape of her massive breasts
under her saree, I thought to myself that she had to be at least a 42-D.
From the way she sat, I could see the bulging folds of her heavy & fleshy
belly, which sagging but held tight at her waist by the saree. "Where are
you lost, beta?" She asked patting my knee. I came out of my reverie, and
quickly averted my gaze when I realized that she had caught me staring
at her body.
Just as I was about to mumble some excuse, Sarla bhabhi came bustling
into the living room. "Come beta, lunch is ready. Mayuri ben, can you
help me serve the food..." she said chirpily. As Mayuri ben got up and
ambled towards the kitchen, my eyes were drawn to her massive hips and
that huge ass. Each of her massive ass cheeks seemed to jiggle with each
step she took, and my cock twitched at the sight of that. Turning to look
at me with a smile "You sit here with Jignesh, Sarla ... I will get the food
... he still seems to be scared of me..." she said, throwing her head back in
a throaty laugh, and looking at me in the eye. As she disappeared into the
kitchen, Sarla bhabhi came and sat down next to me.
Placing her hand on my thigh and rubbing it, "Beta, I hope you are not
angry with me for calling you here when she was here..." she said in a
small voice. "She has been asking me so much about you ... and she has
been telling me for a long time now that she wanted to meet you and ask
you if you needed anything ... and how you were managing all by yourself
without your parents..." she continued. "So I told her that OK I will call
him today ... I hope it is OK beta..." she said with a childish pout on her
face. "Of course it is OK, aunty" I reassured her, placing my palm on
hers. "I was anyway wanting to come here and see you ... I was missing
you so much..." I said with a knowing smile. "Liar..." she said teasingly,
and slapped my arm teasingly. "No aunty, really..." I began to protest.
"Really ... really..." said teased me, and slid her hand from my thigh
towards my crotch. As her fingers closed over my hardness through my
trousers, I sighed and pressed her hand harder. "See, aunty ... I told you
... now you believe me?" I asked with a laugh.
She blushed, and looked quickly towards the kitchen door. She was
dressed in simple yellow saree and blouse today, and as she started to say
something, I slid my hand quickly under her saree and clasped her juicy
breasts through her blouse. "Ohh..." an involuntary sigh escaped her lips,
as my fingers closed around the pliant flesh of her soft breasts. Hearing
some noises from the kitchen, she stood up suddenly. Just then Mayuri
ben appeared through the kitchen door. Seeing her, Sarla bhabhi quickly
moved towards the dining table to help her set the plates.
As we ate at the dining table, Mayuri ben fussed over me constantly,

serving me, pouring water for me, and trying to be the perfect host. A
couple of times as she leaned over me to serve me something, I felt the
pillowy softness of her massive breasts brush against my shoulder. The
second time it happened; I looked up towards her and saw that there was
a smile on her face. To be honest, I couldn't make out what her smile
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meant. I couldn't complain ever the less. After lunch, as we settled down
on the couch to relax, Sarla bhabhi spotted the new Rolex I had picked
up a few days back on my wrist. "Ohh, that's such a beautiful watch ... I
am sure it would have cost a fortune..." she exclaimed. "Oh it's nothing
aunty..." I said dismissively. Turning to Mayuri ben, she said excitedly
"You know Mayuri ben, I really must show you some sarees that Jignesh
bought for me yesterday..." I squirmed when I heard her say that. I
wasn't too keen on others knowing about me buying stuff for her. "Oh
really..." Mayuri ben said with a look of pleasant surprise.
As Sarla bhabhi went into the bedroom to fetch the sarees, Mayuri ben
slid closer to me on the sofa. "Kya baat hai Jignesh beta ... bahut khyal
rakh rahe ho tum apni Sarla bhabhi ka ... kabhi thoda so apni Mayuri
aunty ke bare me bhi soch liya karo..." she said with a mocking smile on
her face. "Oh aunty, aap aisa kyun bol rahe ho ... main to..." I began to
say uncomfortably. "Bas, bas ... kuch mat bolo tum ... main kaun lagti
hoon tumhari ... sab samajhti hoon main..." she cut me off, as she made a
face. Before I could say anything, Sarla bhabhi bustled into the room
clutching he sarees I had bought for her yesterday. As she started to show
off her new possessions to Mayuri ben with much pride, I could see
clearly the envy written all over Mayuri ben's face. Each time I looked at
her pleadingly, she just pouted and turned her eyes away. I was racking
my brains trying to figure out how I could appease this matronly woman
who was also one of my all time favourite fuck fantasies.
As she finished looking at the clothes, she took off her spectacles, and
placing them on the seat, leant back on the sofa. That's when an
inspiration struck me. As Sarla bhabhi went inside to keep the sarees
back, I stood up and went over to where Mayuri ben was sitting. "Oh
aunty ji..." I started to say, as I plopped myself down on the sofa right on
top of her spectacles. "Beta, mere chashme..." she started. But it was too
late. Just as I had planned, as my weight settled on her spectacles, I
could feel the frame snap, and the glass break. "Oh no, sorry aunty ji ...
sorry..." I blurted out and jumped up. Her spectacles were shattered
beyond repair. "Kya hua..." Sarla bhabhi enquired, as she came into the
room. I kept saying sorry over and over again to Mayuri bhabhi. "Koi
baat nahi beta..." she placated me with a smile. "Oh I hope you have a
spare pair, aunty?" I enquired. "No beta ... but it's OK ... I will get another
one made" she said with a pained look on her face, staring at her broken
spectacles desolately.
She then stood up, and said "I think I will go home now, dear..." she
addressed Sarla bhabhi. I too stood up, and said "Aunty ji, let me drop
you to your house ... it's quite hot outside..." "No, no beta ... you please
take rest ... don't bother about me ... I will walk ... please don't take so
much trouble for me..." she protested. "Where's the question of trouble,
aunty..." I said with a smile "It will be my pleasure..." Before she could
say anything, I turned to Sarla bhabhi and said "OK aunty, thank you so
much for lunch ... I will see you later..." I quickly rushed to my house,
picked my bike keys and came out. I started the bike, got astride, and
stood waiting, the engine idling. Mayuri ben wished Sarla bhabhi
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goodbye, and got on the pillion seat with some difficulty.
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As she settled on the bike, I felt my bike's rear shock absorbers compress
with the weight. I felt her thighs press against my behind, as she placed
her hand on my shoulder and adjusted her. "Ready, aunty?" I asked as I
put the bike into gear. "Haan beta, lekin dheere chalana ... mujhe bike
par baithne ki aadat nahi hai..." she said with a laugh. Given her size,
there was no way she could sit away from me on the bike; and as I rode
towards her house, I felt her hand tighten on my shoulder, and her
massive melons press against my bike. "Aap chinta mat kariye aunty ...
main dheere hi chalaoonga ... aap bas mujhe pakad kar baithiye..." I
reasurred her as I rode out of the lane slowly. I was enjoying the feel of
her massive heavy breasts pressed against my back.
Once we moved out of eyesight, I said "Aunty ji, please don't scold me
now, but we are now going to the optician, and get you a new pair of
spectacles" "Arre, why beta ... why..." she started to protest. "No aunty ...
please ... I felt very bad when you said that I never think of you..." I said
with mock hurt. "Oh dear ... I was just teasing you beta ... please don't
think like that..." she pleaded. "Whatever aunty, but I will feel that you
have not forgiven me if you don't let me do this..." I replied. "Oh Jignesh,
you are so..." her voice trailed off. She squeezed my shoulder, and
pressed herself to me, and resting her chin on my shoulder said "OK, my
dear ... as you wish" I turned sideways and smiled at her, to be rewarded
not only with a smile from her, but also the heavenly feeling of her
massive breasts press further against my back. My cock was stiff as a
ramrod by now.
I took her to one of the up-market opticians nearby. As we walked inside,

I noticed the way she wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her
saree, and looked at the expensive frames on display in the showroom
with trepidation. This shop belonged to the father of one of my friends,
and I was a known face there. As we looked at the frames on display, I
saw a look of discomfort cross Mayuri ben's face as she saw the prices of
the branded spectacle frames on display. "Bhai, don't you have anything
cheaper?" she enquired with the salesman in a small voice. Moving up
close to her, I took her pudgy hand in mine and squeezed it.
"Aunty, please don't look at the price tag ... you please just select
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whatever you like..." I told her in my most pleasing tone. "But beta ... this
is very expensive ... I can get ten specs made at the price of one..." she
whispered back to me. "Aunty ji ... please ... for my happiness..." I told
her with my most convincing smile. "Oh Jignesh beta ... you are so..." she
again left that hanging. "They are all so beautiful ... I can't make up my
mind ... why don't you select one for aunty..." she asked me looking into
my eyes with the look of a child in a candy store. "Oh sure, aunty..." I
said, happy to be given the responsibility. I selected a beautiful and
expensive gold-plated spectacle frame for her that gave her mature
weather-beaten face a really sophisticated look.
As she looked at herself in the mirror on the counter, I could see that she
was really pleased with my selection. The sales-man too fed her the lines,
saying "This is perfect for you madam ... it suits your personality very
much." As she took it off, she asked the salesman "How much for this
one, bhai..." With a glib smile, he replied "Only Rupees three thousand
nine hundred & ninety madam..." Mayuri ben's jaw dropped when she
heard that, and she turned to me with a look of fear. I just smiled
reassuringly at her, and turning to the sales guy, said "So by when can
you get the glasses ready?"
"Oh sir, for you we will get it done by tomorrow morning" he replied with
that same glib smile. "Now do one thing, I want you to recommend one
more frame for madam, which she can use as stand-by ... something that
is a little durable" I told him. "Of course sir" he replied, pleased to have
some more sales without trying too hard. "But beta..." Mayuri ben started
to protest again. I took her hand in mine again, and said "Aunty, please ...
aap kuch mat boliye..." She clammed up, and just looked at me with a
look of gratitude and pleasure.
Still holding her by her hand, I then led her to the counter where sun
glasses were kept on display. Gathering my courage, I moved closer to
her so that my arms were nearly touching against her mountainous
breasts under her saree, and said "Aunty, now that I have made up for
breaking your glasses, I want to buy you a pair of sun glasses also. You
know it's so sunny and hot outside, and when you travel by bus to the
school, you can wear it..." Her hand went up to her mouth when she
heard that. "Beta, tum..." she began to say. "Shhh..." I shushed her, and
placed my finger on her lips, feeling the thick lips.
I let my finger linger on her lips for a few seconds longer than necessary,
before I slid it down to her shoulders, and then her flabby arms bulging
through the tight sleeves of her blouse. She smiled slowly, and placing
her hand on mine, squeezed it gently. I selected a reasonably expensive
one that suited her age, and from the look of pleasure on her face as she
tried it on, I could see that she loved it too. As I paid the bill, and waited
for them to pack her glares, she asked "Beta, what's the time now?' "What
happened, aunty ... are you getting late for something?" I enquired. "No
beta, just like that ... my watch has stopped working, so I was just
wondering..." she replied.
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That gave me one more opportunity to get her indebted to me. As we

stepped out of the optician's I led her to a watch showroom that was just
adjacent. "You know, aunty ... when you mentioned about the watch, I
just remembered that I had to buy a watch for Sarla bhabhi ... her
anniversary is coming up ... will you please help me select one..." I asked
her innocently. "Oh sure beta..." she replied, and I thought I noticed a
look of jealousy cross her face. We went into the showroom, and I could
see that she was eyeing with envy the beautiful watches on display. We
finally selected a beautifully 18-carat gold-plated ladies watch with a
circular white dial. It was expensive, and I could see how longingly she
looked at it as she held it in her fingers and admired it. To check the
strap, I requested her to try it on. She handled it gingerly as she slid it
around her pudgy wrist. We got it gift wrapped, and left the store.
As we rode back home, I felt her sit even closer to me, which give me a
generous feel of her massive melons on my back. It was like the whole of
her torso was made up of just her huge breasts. When we reached her
place, she got off the bike and asked "Beta, why don't you come in for
some time ... let me make you some nimbu sharbat ... I am sure you are
thirsty now..." she said with a warm smile. "Oh yes aunty ... that would be
great..." I replied quickly. As she was unlocking the main door, I
enquired about her daughters. Mayuri ben had two daughters. The elder
one, Seema, was about 23, and worked in a beauty parlour, which was
run by a Punjabi housewife by the name of Radhika Sharma, who also
lived in our colony. She had stopped studying after finishing her school
and worked at the parlour to support her family, which otherwise had
only Mayuir ben's meager government school income to go by.
Seema was a plump, buxom, wheat complexioned girl, in the same mould
as her mother when it came to her body. The younger one, Amisha, at 17
was an year older than Jigna, and was in Class XI. She was a cute little
thing, much prettier than her elder sister. She had the same round face
as her sister, and was quite well endowed for her age. At that time, when
I had come to Mayuri ben's house, she had not yet returned from her
school. Their house was modestly furnished, though maintained neatly
with whatever little they had. I settled down into one of the cane chairs in
the living room as Mayuri ben went into the kitchen. As she returned
with a glass of freshly squeezed lime juice for me, I stood up and took the
glass from her hand. Putting the glass down on the glass-top, I picked up
the gift wrapped watch.
Taking her hand in my hand, I said "Aunty, I am so grateful that you

allowed me to replace you spectacles. This is a small thank you gift from
me." As I placed the gift wrapped watch case in her hand, her hand flew
to her mouth, and a small cry of pleasure escaped her mouth. "Oh my
dear Jignesh beta ... why did you have to do that ... You fooled aunty ...
oh dear ... oh dear..." she continued to gush. She quickly placed her
palms on my cheeks, and caressing them, said "Beta ... what can I say ...
thank you so much ... nobody has been so kind to me in my entire life..."
she exclaimed.
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As we settled down on the cane three-seater, she said "You know beta, I
was a little cross with you when you told me you were buying this for
Sarla ... she is ... she is ... ummm ... a very cunning woman..." she blurted
out. "Woh bas tumko pata rahi hai ... woh jaanti hai ki tum dil ke kitne
acchhe ho... "she continued to tell me in conspiratory tone. "You know
before you came, she was telling me how fascinated you are by her beauty
... and that you keep looking at her all the time and admiring her ... and
how you keep buying her gifts to impress her and..." her voice trailed off.
I just nodded my head, and smiled benignly at her. "Of course, I know
her real self ... it is the other way round ... I am sure she is trying to
seduce you ... and she will keep teasing you ... and only exploit you
because you are so handsome and so rich ... and ... ummmm ... and not
give you anything..." she mumbled in a faltering voice.
Taking my hand in both her hands, she looked me in the eye and said
"Beta ... please do not get me wrong ... I am just trying to..." she fumbled.
"See beta, I know how young boys like you feel ... she is an attractive
woman ... and you are a young man ... I know that..." she faltered again.
"Oh beta, are you upset because of what I am saying..." she asked me in a
pleading voice. "Oh no aunty ... please tell me ... who else will I trust
other than you aunty..." I said in an earnest voice, squeezing her hand in
return. "Beta, I know that you have your ... oh how do I say this..." she
wailed, shaking her head. "I know that you have your needs..." she
continued, averting her gaze from mine and looking at the floor, still
holding on to my hand.
"But she is not trustworthy beta ... she is a big gossip monger ... and she
will go and tell the whole world a completely different thing ... and spoil
your reputation..." she continued, turning to look back at me. Pulling my
hand into her lap, she said in earnest "Beta, you be careful with her ok ...
if you need anything ... I mean ... anything you feel like ... anything you
want ... don't go to her ok ... beta you just come to me ... ok?" "Yes
aunty..." I mumbled innocently, looking down at the floor. "Beta, look at
me..." she said in a soft whisper, placing her hand on my cheek, and
turning my face up towards her. "Anything you need ... come to your
Mayuri maasi ... OK beta?" she said in a firm but soft voice.
My cock was throbbing by now, comprehending the meaning of her

words. "I know that I am old and I am not as beautiful as Sarla is..." She
continued in a small voice. "But aunty will give you anything you want
beta ... and ... and aunty will make you very happy beta..." She said in a
hoarse whisper, rubbing my thigh with her thick yet soft pudgy hands.
"Beta, tum samajh rahe ho na, main kya keh rahi hoon..." she asked me
in a tender voice. "Umm ... yes ... yes aunty..." I mumbled shyly, looking
into her eyes. She smiled tenderly, and slid her hand upward along my
thigh, till her palm reached the pocket of my jeans, a position which
made the tip of her fingers rest on the bulge inside my pants. My cock,
which was throbbing painfully inside my boxers now, spasmed at the
touch.
As I gazed at her, I couldn't help notice that the portion of her pallu
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draped across her massive chest, hand got bunched together and come
loose at the shoulder, causing right breast tightly encased inside the
white blouse, to come into view. In the position she was sitting, leaning
forward slightly, her left hand resting in her lap, and her right hand
stretched with the palm resting near my crotch, I could get an
unrestricted view of the deep cleavage in the conservatively cut blouse,
caused by her huge breasts pressed together. I could also see the strap of
her old fashioned white bra peeping out from the blouse at her shoulder.
That one single breast was round, and the size of a junior volleyball, and
her blouse was stretched taut across her chest, struggling to bear the
weight of her sagging tit-flesh. Towards the lower portion of the curve of
her huge breasts, I could also se the turgid nipple erect and poking
through the fabric of her blouse and the bra underneath. With this view, I
was sure that her bra size was nothing less than a 42-D.
Seeing me gazing at her chest, she smiled slowly, and pressing my rigid
boner through my pants gently with her finger tips, she asked me again
in a soft whisper "You understand no beta..." I exhaled the breath I had
been holding for some time now with a pronounced sigh, and placing my
palm on hers and pressing her fingers down on my boner, said "Yes,
aunty ... I..." Letting my voice trail off. Continuing to caress my shaft
though my jeans with her flesh and pudgy fingers, she smiled tenderly
and whispered "I think you like my ... my breasts ... isn't it, beta?" she
asked hesitatingly. "I have noticed you look at them ... Isn't it?" she asked
me in a hoarse whisper, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I just looked

away from her shyly.
"Don't be shy, beta ... aunty can understand what you need..." she said
tenderly, lifting her left hand towards my chin and holding my chin and
pulling my face to look at her. I couldn't believe what was happening, and
how quickly things were moving. Here was the busty mature 48-year old
Mayuri ben, whose breasts were the biggest I had seen on a woman in my
life, sitting next to me in her own house, caressing my cock through my
jeans, and telling me that she was happy to give me what I wanted!
Closing my eyes, I leaned back on the sofa, and letting my head fall back
on the head-rest, let out a deep sigh. I felt her shift slightly on the sofa,
and lean forward towards me, causing her massive thighs to press
against mine, and those huge melons to press against my chest. Cupping
my face with her left hand, she placed her thick but somewhat chapped
lips on mine, and slid her tongue into mine; while her other hand which
was resting on my crotch, closed around the rigidness of my shaft and
squeezed it gently. With a moan, I grabbed her by her head and pressed
her mouth to mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as well, and kissing
her back. I could taste the sweetness of the fresh lime juice in her mouth,
as our tongues intertwined and we kissed passionately.
That coupled with the musky odour of sweat from her body, caused me to
buck my hips and press my boner into her palm. Since she was sitting on
my left side, I was holding her head with my left hand, and my right hand
slid up under the pallu of her saree to cup her massive breasts. As my
fingers closed around the soft yet heavy tit-flesh through her blouse, I
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realized that even after grabbing a handful of her tits, there were a lot left
behind, spilling through my grasp. She responded my moaning, and
tonguing me passionately, her back straightening to press more of her
huge tits into my palm.
As my hand holding her head moved to her face and caressed her cheeks,
sliding down to her neck, I felt the palm of my and get wet with her
sweat. I involuntarily pulled my hand away and wiped it on the leg of my
jeans. Noticing that, she pulled her mouth away from mine, and sitting
back said to me softly "Sorry beta ... aunty ko bahut paseena aa raha hai
na... " She then proceeded to stand up, and taking my hand in hers pulled
me up as well. "Come to the bedroom beta ... and get comfortable. Aunty
will also quickly freshen up and come back..." she said with urgency. She
led me to the bedroom and pausing at the door, said "You lie down beta
... I will be with you in a minute..." As she disappeared into the
bathroom, I quickly stripped off my shirt and lay back on the bed in my
vests and jeans. In a few minutes she reappeared, and my cock lurched at
the sight of her.
She had taken off her white saree completely, and was clad only in her
white petticoat and white blouse now, and was wiping washed face with
small towel. A bit of the water she had splashed on her face and neck had
slid down to her white blouse as well, making it translucent, and making
me realize that she head taken off her bra as well! Her massive breasts
sagged under their own weight, creating small openings between the
hooks of her blouse, through which I could see the curves of her tits. She
had a huge flabby belly, across which her petticoat was tied taut, below
her belly button, causing the flesh of her belly to bulge out above the
waistline. And at the place where she had tied the knot, there was a v-slot
open, through which I could see a portion of her fleshy belly below the
belly button. As she walked towards the bed, her massive hips and that
huge ass swayed under her petticoat, and I could make out that there was
no panty underneath as well.
She came and sat down on the bed near my waist, and her right hand
automatically rested on the bulge of my crotch. Leaning forward, she
whispered "Ab aunty tumhari jo seva chahiye wok karengi..." As my
hands reached out to grasp the massive breasts struggling to stay within
the confines of her blouse, she said to me tenderly "You want to see
aunty's breasts, beta?" "Ohh yes, aunty..." I cried out hoarsely, mauling
the flesh of tits through the thin white cotton blouse. She just smiled
benignly, and sitting back, began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As
the last hook of her blouse came undone, and she opened the flaps of her
blouse, those humungous breasts tumbled free, and rested down on her
bulging belly with a flop. "Oh man..." I thought to myself, as I gazed at
that massive mass of tit flesh.
To say that each of her breasts was the size of a junior volleyball was an
understatement. They might have been much firmer in her younger days,
but now had mild sag to them owning to their incredible heaviness.
Those stretched hemi-spherical mammaries of her were capped by an
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incredibly thick black pair of nipples, which were surrounded by huge

black areolas. As I continued to gaze at her magnificent breasts, she
leaned forward slightly causing the heavy tit flesh to shudder slightly and
swing forward towards my face on their own weight. "Do you like them
beta?" she asked in a soft whisper. I just nodded my head dumbly,
continuing to gaze at those mammary wonders.
With a smile, she said "You can hold them beta ... they are for you only..."
"Ohh aunty..." I cried, and moved my hands upwards to cup the
underside of her breasts in the palms of my hands. As I hefted them up
gently, I felt the heaviness of them. They were nothing like what I had
seen or felt before. While they were not as firm as Kalpana aunty's boobs,
they were definitely much heavier and bigger. As my palms closed
around the heavy flesh, she let out a soft sigh, and her fingers slid under
my waist, caressing my taut stomach. Smiling at me, she slid her other
hand up towards her left breast, and squeezed it, gently pinching her
thick black turgid nipples between her fingers. She leant forward ever
more, and resting her elbows on the pillow under my head, slid her hand
under my head. Lifting my face towards her dangling breasts with her left
hand, she cupped her right breast with her right hand, and brought it
towards my mouth.
"Aaja mere bete..." she uttered urgently, feeding me her humungous milk
bags. Needing no further encouragement, I let out a hoarse cry, and
clamped my mouth around the thick proffered nipple. As I opened my

mouth wide and took as much of her soft tit-flesh into my mouth, lips
clamped around her turgid nipples and began to suck on them like
starved baby. As I began to slurp noisily around her heavy breasts, she let
out a soft cry of pleasure, moaning "Oh mara dikraaa..." and buried my
face in those pillowy mounds of her mammaries. As she smothered my
face with her heavy hanging breasts, I continued to lash her nipples with
my tongue, sucking on them with savage intensity, and squeezing both of
them roughly at the same time. "Ohhh ... bite them my darling..." she
cried out as I continued to ravage her breasts. My mouth tightened
around her tit-flesh, my teeth clamping down on her turgid black
nipples, as I began to nibble on her nipples gently with my teeth, causing
her to let out a deep-throated moan of pleasure. By now her hands were
hastily unbuttoning my jeans, and trying to pull down the fly.
I helped her along my pulling down the fly myself, even as she slid her
hand inside my jeans and her fingers closed around the thick shaft of my
penis through my cotton briefs. I was oozing so much pre-cum by now
that a wet spot had formed on my briefs at the tip of my cock. As she
squeezed my rigid cock through my briefs, I let out a moan of pleasure,
and grabbed her arm, squeezing the flabby flesh roughly. She gently
pulled herself away from my face, and sat back looking at me with a
tender smile. As she looked into my eyes, I continued to maul her
massively heavy breasts with my hand. She slid down slightly towards my
feet on the bed, and hooking her fingers under the elastic of my briefs,
slid them down to my knees.
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As my hard cock sprang out of the confines of my briefs, she let out of cry
"Ohh Jignesh beta ... tumhara lauda to bahut mota hai..." I couldn't
believe my ears, hearing these coarse words come out from my
neighbourhood school headmistress aunty. "Zara aunty ise acche se zara
dekhe to sahi..." she said with throaty laugh, as she reached behind her to
the cabinet near the bed, and quickly extracted an old pair of black
rimmed spectacles. Putting on those old pair of glasses, she quicky took
my penis in her flesh hands and began to stroke it gently. "Beta, tumhe
jab bhi zaroorat ho ... tum aunty ke paas aana ... aunty tumhari seva
karegi ... or iska khyaal rakegi ... theek hai, beta..." she said to me
earnestly, her eyes moving away from my hard cock to my eyes. "Tumhe
iske liye us saali Sarla ke paas jane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... theek hai
beta..." she continued, as she smiled softly and continued to stroke my
big shaft. It was the most incredible thing I had heard. Here was this
buxom 48-year old Mayuri ben, who taught primary grade schools in a
school, sitting next to me in just her petticoat, baring her humungous
breasts to me, stroking my cock, and telling me that I could have her
anytime I wanted!
Lifting my leg, she slid between my thighs, and sat between them so that
my legs were stretched out on either side of her, my rigid shaft sticking
out like a pole. She cupped my swollen balls with her left hand and
played with them gently, as she teased the swollen mushroom shaped tip
of my penis with the tip of her pudgy fingers, and smeared the pre-cum
all around. The way she was manipulating my cock and balls with her
hands made me think that for a widow she sure was not out of practice.
"Acchha lag raha hai, beta..." she asked me gently. "Ohh yess, aunty..." I
cried back in a hoarse whisper. "Phir toh beta, tumhe aur bhi acchha
lagega, jab aunty ise mooh mein legi ... hain na... ?" she asked me with a
teasing smile on her lips, continuing to stroke my cock while looking me
in the eye. "Unhhh..." I muttered.
With a smile, she leaned forward, and cupping her left breast with one
hand, began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cockhead against her turgid
nipples. She proceeded to rub my cock all over hear breast and nipples,
smearing my juices all over them. I cried out in pleasure, and jerked my
hips up, pressing my cock against the heaviness of her plaints boobs.
"Aunty, please..." I began to say, when she cut me off by opening her
mouth and taking my cock inside.
As her wet mouth closed around my shaft, I let out another groan of
pleasure and thrust my hips upwards, pushing my cock deep into her
throat. To her credit, she did not gag, but just made a gurgling noise in
her throat, and took it in. Wrapping her thick fingers around the base of
my cock, she began to bob her head up and down in a practiced motion,
taking my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each movement.
Her tongue lashed around the length of my cock, as she began to suck on
my hard throbbing cock with gusto. I couldn't resist any more, and
grabbing her head by the hair, began to push her face harder on to my
cock.
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She co-operated by opening her mouth even wider and allowing my cock
to reach her tonsils with each thrust, her saliva drooling down from her
mouth along the length of my cock. As I began to feel the tension
building in my balls, I let go off her hair, and began to caress her arms.
She too let go off my cock and taking both my hands in hers, began to
suck on my cock with just her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.
The sight of this mammoth breasted 48-year old school teacher wearing
thick glasses, sucking on my cock, was enough to make me shoot my load
right there and then.
Realizing that I would come very soon, if she didn't stop, I cried out
"Aunty ... I need your breasts..." Hearing that, she pulled her mouth of
my cock, and sat up with a smile. As she wiped the saliva off her mouth
with the back of her hands, she asked me to slide down the bed, and sit
with my legs dangling below. As I got up, she quickly moved to the foot of
the bed, and kneeled down between my thighs. As I sat up on the bed,
she reached out once again to the cabinet next to the bed, and pulled out
a small plastic bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil. Without a word, she
poured a bit of it on my cock, and proceeded to lubricate my cock
completely with it, mixed with her saliva and my pre-cum.
She also poured a liberal amount of it over her massive dangling breasts,
and the valley in between them. Rubbing her breasts and the cleavage
thoroughly with the oil, she came forward once again, and took my cock
in her hand. She stroked me rapidly a few times, and then leaning
forward, cupped both her humungous mammaries together with her
hands, and took my cock in between them. Looking up towards me with a
smile, her glasses perched on her nose; she began to squeeze my penis in
between the softness of her breasts, and began to slide them up and
down with her hands.
Her breasts were so huge that my cock completely disappeared between

them at each upward movement, re-appearing through the valley each
time she slid her breasts down. The sensation of her my cock fucking her
tits was heightened by the ease with each moved, due the baby oil that
she had so thoughtfully poured. Her big floppy tits made a smacking
noise against my thighs, each time she pumped my cock with them. I
grabbed hold of those mammoth mammaries, and pinched her nipples
hard, eliciting a cry of pleasure from us. I could feel the semen boil
through my balls, and I cried out "Ohhh aunty ... I am going to
cummmm..."
She freed my cock from the confines of her breasts and quickly took hold
of it in her right hand. Without a word, she took it in her mouth again
and began to suck on it earnest, making slurping noises and moaning at
the same time. I cried out aloud as the first burst of my semen sprouted
out of my cock, and splashed right into her sucking mouth. I jerked with
pleasure and thrashed wildly causing my cock to slip out of her mouth.
Still holding on to it, she continued to stroke me with her hand, as the
subsequent spurts of my semen blasted out and splashed on to her face,
and dribbled down to her breasts. The sight of my cum dribbling from
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the sides of her mouth, and all over her breasts, caused me to let out my
last load with a jerk, catching her squarely on her spectacles. With a
groan, I collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard.
I vaguely remembered her getting up and going to the bathroom; and

then wiping my genitals clean with a washcloth before I drifted off to
sleep. Somewhere through my foggy senses, I felt her come and lie down
next to me and turning to face her, and cradling my head in her arms,
and pressing my face against the incredible mass of her warm breasts. I
don't know for how long I dozed, but when I woke up, I realized that she
was lying right next to me, fast asleep and snoring. She was asleep on her
back, only in her petticoat. Her huge flabby breasts were hanging like a
sac of dough on either side of her chest, and her legs were parted; one
bent at the knee and the other stretched out straight, causing her
petticoat to slide up above her knees exposing her thick calves, the pudgy
knees, and the beginning of her massive thighs.
As I sat up and gazed at her sleeping so soundly, her mouth slightly open,
and snoring ever so gently, I felt my cock stiffen again. Cupping her
massive mammary glands, I began to stroke my cock gently. She didn't
even stir. Lying back on the bed, I placed my hand on her thigh, and
slowly pulled up her petticoat towards her waist, exposing her mammoth
thighs. The skin of her thighs was much fairer than the rest of her body,
and as I lay there stroking myself with one hand and her thighs with my
other hand, I felt her stir. Without stopping I slid my hand on her thigh
upwards, till my fingers touched the crinkly roughness of her pubic hair.
My cock was almost fully erect by now.
I got up and placed myself between her legs on my knees. She sighed in
her sleep and pulled her leg up, bending it at the knee. The incredibly
dense forest of black hair at her vagina between those mountainous
thighs came into my view. Holding my erect cock in my hand, I rubbed
the mushroom-shaped tip of my cock on the insides of her thigh. She
twisted in her slumber, and mumbled something incoherent. The sight of
her lying like that, her petticoat bunched up near her belly, and those fat
thighs spread, my cock jerked in my hand and a drop of pre-cum oozed
out of the slit of my cock-head. Sitting down on my knees, I pushed both
her legs back and bent them at the knees. Holding both her knees, I
pushed them apart, spreading her massive thighs further open.
I could now see the dark wet lips of her pussy under the dense foliage of
pubic hair. Reaching out, I rubbed my middle finger on her pussy lips.
Again she groaned in her sleep and moved slightly. Her pussy was sticky
and wet, and I could smell the musky odour emanating from it. Parting
her pussy hair with one hand, I slid two of my fingers inside her slowly.
Her pussy felt like hot fudge, and even with two of my fingers inside her,
there was plenty of room for more. Pushing my fingers all the way up to
my knuckles inside her pussy, I twiddled my finger tips inside her slushy
vagina, stimulating the thick folds of flesh inside. She let out a slow
groan, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Beta..." she said, as she cleared her throat "Beta ... yeh tum kya kar rahe
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ho... ?" she asked in that husky voice of people who have just woken up
from a deep slumber. Continue to rotate my digits inside her wet vagina,
I smiled and said "Aapne meri itni seva ki aunty ji ... ab meri baari hai..."
She squirmed and moved her hips against my fingers, and moaned "Oh
Jignesh beta..." As she reached towards my hand and pressed her palm
on mine, where my fingers were manipulating her cunt, I slid in a third
finger and began to move them in and out of her vagina. As I began to
stroke her cunt faster with my fingers, she wriggled her hips, and
grabbing one of her mountainous breasts with the other hand, began to
squeeze them hard. I leaned forward and took hold of her other mound
of mammary flesh, and began to knead them roughly like dough; rolling
her turgid nipples between my fingers, and pinching them.
At the same time, I began to pump my fingers in and out of her vagina
faster, ramming it in up to my knuckles each time, and strumming her
swollen clit with my thumb at the same time. "Hai maa..." She cried, as
her pussy began to ooze their sticky juices, and her thighs clamped shut
& open intermittently. Her hips jerked and bucked involuntarily as I
began to finger fuck her hard. Without stopping, I grabbed hold of one of
her massive thighs, and hefted them on to my shoulder, opening her cunt
even wider. As I continued to ram my fingers into her relentlessly, and
stimulate her clit at the same time, she started gasping "Unhh ... unhhh
... unhhh..." with each thrust of mine. "Beta... "she cried out "Take me ...
take me now..." Without waiting for a second invitation, I quickly got
myself into position on my knees between her humungous thighs, and

rubbed the tip of my throbbing cock on her sloppy wet hairy vagina.
Still supporting one of her heavy legs on my shoulder, I buried my cock

deep into her boiling cunt. "Aahhhh..." I groaned as I felt my thick cock
plunge into the depths of her squishy cunt. It felt like I was dipping my
cock into a tub of hot butter. As I thrust my hips forward, spearing my
cock into the depths of molten cunt, she let out a deep long moan of
pleasure. "Oh yes my darling beta..." she groaned, as I began to thrust my
hips into her. With each thrust, my hips made a smacking sound against
her broad pelvis. Grabbing her leg which was upraised and held on my
shoulder, I began to fuck her hard, pistoning my cock in and out of her
cunt. Even after I buried my cock into her depths up to the hilt, I could
feel that there was room for much more. She began to contract her cunt
muscles, trying to milk my cock. She grabbed hold of my hair, and
looking into my eyes, with her lips parted, began to grunt "Yes ... yes ...
yes beta ... do it ... do it ... do it harder ... fuck your Mayuri maasi..."
Each time I rammed my cock into her, her mountainous tits jiggled and
wobbled like a lump of jelly. Breathing hard and moaning she grabbed
hold of both her jiggling tit mass, and squeezed them together, pinching
her nipples. "Chooso beta ... chooso aunty ke mammo ko..." she grunted
in between her breaths. Leaning forward, I propped myself with the palm
of my left hand on the bed, and grabbed her right breast with the other
hand. Cupping it roughly, I bent forward and took her succulent
mammary flesh into my mouth, sucking on them hard. Continuing to
fuck her relentlessly, I began to bite and suck on those thick black
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nipples of hers. She was beginning to lose control of herself now, and
began to thrash around on the bed, throwing her head from side to side.
Grabbing hold of my face between the palms of her hands, she asked me
with a whimper "Are you liking it beta... ?" In reply, I just rammed my
cock into her harder, and smiled at her. My sperm was beginning to boil
inside my balls now, and I gasped "Aunty ... I am going to come now..."
She bit her lips and a sigh escaped them "Ohh yessss ... beta ... come for
aunty ... come ... come..." she breathed even as she slid her right hand in
between us and began to rub her clit as my thick cock pistoned in and out
of her vulva. A woman of her size probably needed a much bigger cock
than mine to get her to come, so she was stimulating her clit in an
attempt to reach her orgasm along with mine.
With renewed gusto, I began to ram my hard cock into her, smacking her
hips hard with mine with each thrust. My seed began to shoot out of my
cock and spurt into the depths of her molten cunt, even as she began to
buck her hips with her impending orgasm hitting her finally. Even as my
cock continued to spasm and spew forth my semen into her depths, she
continued to strum her clit with her thick fingers, and buck her hips, her
body thrashing around, and her head thrown back in the throes of her
orgasm. As my cock jerked for final time inside her cunt, I collapsed on
top of her with a groan, my head resting on the pillowy softness of her
gargantuan breasts. As I gasped to collect my breath, I could hear her
taking in deep whooping breaths,
Wrapping her arms around my back, she began to caress my back, and
whispered in my ear "Oh my dikra ... that was just so good ... it was ... it
was after such a long time for me ... did you enjoy it beta?" "Oh yes aunty
... yes ... it was just awesome ... this was a dream come true for me..."
"Chal hat jhoothe..." she chided me "aunty ko maskha mat lagaa..." "No
aunty ... I mean it..." I exclaimed, rubbing her tits with my palms.
Continuing to rub my back, she told me in an earnest voice "Beta, any
time you need me ... I am here OK ... don't feel shy..." I just smiled
inwardly as I replied "Yes aunty ji ... now I will come to you all the
time..."
I clambered off her body and headed for the bathroom. After I washed
and put on my clothes, I came back to the living room. It was nearing five
in the evening, and it was time for me to hit the gym. She too put on her
saree, and went into the kitchen to make some tea for me. Later, just as
we were sipping our tea in her living room, Mayuri ben's younger
daughter, Amisha, entered the house. She had just returned from her
tuition classes after school.
At 17, she was a year older than Jigna, but was still in Class XI, as she had
flunked in the same class last year. She was a somewhat short girl, just
about about 5' 3", that made her look plumper than she actually was. She
was dressed in her school uniform of a beige skirt, white shirt, and a dark
brown tie. Though in the same school as Jigna and Sejal, she wore her
uniform with a lot of style. Her pleated skirt was a trifle short, coming a
few inches above her knees; and she wore it low down on her waist, well
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below where her belly button would have been.
She had left the tie fashionably loosened around her neck, with the
button of the shirt at the neck open. And her shirt too was not the tad
oversized ones that most other girls wore, but fit her torso rather smugly,
proudly displaying the well rounded twin mounds of her firm 32-B
breasts. And unlike most of the other school girls I had seen, she did not
wear a petticoat (or slip) under her uniform, and I could clearly see the
straps of her bra under the white shirt. She had a cheap yet fashionable
bag slung over her left shoulder.
She was a rather cute, much fairer than her mother and sister, with a
round plump face that was made prettier by her prominent cheekbones,
and a delicate tapering chin. Unlike her sister and mother, she had thin
delicate lips lining her trifle wide mouth. Upon seeing me, she broke into
a cute smile. "Oh hi Jignesh bhaiya ... how are you ... what a surprise to
see you!!!" she exclaimed, dumping her back on the sofa. As she plonked
herself down on the sofa, Mayuri ben snapped at her "How many times
have I told you not to dump your bag here ... and why did you get late
today?"
With a sigh she got up, pouted and replied 'Oh mummy ... I am keeping it
no ... and I got late today because our tuition sir came late ... and that is
why I am telling you buy me a new cycle ... then I can reach faster ... you
know how much time it takes to walk ... and that too with my heavy
school bag..." she grumbled. As she made a face and walked into the
other bedroom, Mayuri ben called after her "I don't understand why you
don't use your sister's cycle..." "Mummy please ... how many times have I
told you that I cannot use didi's cycle ... it is too old fashioned ... old
women ride those kind of cycles ... all my friends will make fun of me if I
take that to school..." she shouted back from the other room. With a sigh
of exasperation, Mayuri ben clutched her forehead and turning to me
said "Hey bhagwan ... ye ladki bhi na ... fashion, fashion, fashion ... aur
kuch nahi sochti yeh..." I just smiled at her and told her that today's
generation of kids are like that.
After I got back home from Mayuri ben's place, I did my exercises and
then had a quick shower. I changed into my evening casuals of a pair of
track points and a sleeveless round-neck vest; and settled down in front
of the TV, waiting for Kalpana aunty to come with my dinner tiffin box.
Tired from the day's exertions, I had just begun to doze off in front of the
TV when the bell wrong. Kalpana aunty stood at the door, clutching a
tiffin carrier, with a broad smile on her face. She looked freshly bathed,
and smelled of some lavender scented body talc. Her hair, which she
usually tied in a bun, was today neatly combed into one single long braid
reaching her broad hips.
She was dressed in a red chiffon saree with white floral prints, and a
matching red blouse. Her pleasant face was adorned by dangling ear-
rings, and a dozen or so red glass bangles graced her thick fore arms.
Smiling back at her, I took her by the arm and led her into the room.
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"Kya baat hai aunty ... aaj to aap bahut khoobsoorat lag rahi hain ... kahin
bahar jakar aa rahe ho aap?" I asked her teasingly. She blushed profusely
when she heard that and replied shyly "Nahi, nahi beta ... maine socha ki
aapko milne aa rahin hoon, to thoda sa taiyaar ho jaati hoon..." twiddling
with the pallu of her saree. "Oh aunty ... so sweet of you..." I said, pulling
her close to me and wrapping my arms around her heavy thick body in a
warm embrace. Feeling her hard heavy breasts press against my chest,
my fatigued cock stirred within my boxers. "I missed you aunty..." I said
to her tenderly, even as I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her
passionately on her lips
To Be Continued..
Part - 14
As I pulled my lips away from her, she caressed my cheek and said "OK,
you better eat the food when its hot beta ... let me serve it for you." She
got busy getting the plates from the kitchen and laying out the food on
the dining table. As I ate, she sat at the adjacent chair and watched me,
resting her face on her hands, the elbows on the table, a tender smile on
her face. After I finished my dinner, she cleared the table, and began to
pack the containers back into the tiffin carrier. I settled down on the
couch. After washing the dishes, she came back into the living room,
wiping her hands on the pallu of her saree. Seeing her, I said "Sit for a
while with me aunty..." patting the seat next to me.
She obliged with a smile, and sat down to my left. "The food was
delicious aunty ... thank you..." I said with a smile. "Oh beta, don't
embarrass me by saying thank you..." she replied. "Is there anything else
you need beta..." she asked me gently. "Yes aunty, if you are not in a
hurry to leave, I'd like to lie down in your lap for a little while..." I said in
a childish tone. "Oh dikra ... yeh bhi kok poochne ki baat hai..." she
replied immediately, and reaching out towards, pulled me towards her. I
settled down on the couch, and lay down with my head in her lap.
Supporting my head with one hand, she began to play with my hair with
one hand, her other hand gently caressing my chest thru my vest.
"Ummm..." I sighed contently, snuggling up closer to her so that my face
pressed against the heavy firmness of her big breasts.
Looking up into her eyes, I saw her gazing at my face with a tender
expression in her eyes. Reaching up with my hand, I slid my hand under
the pallu of her saree, and began to rub her heavy firm breasts with the
back of my palm over her blouse. She looked down at me and smiled
understandingly when I did that. Reaching up to her shoulder she undid
the safety pin that was holding her pallu at the shoulder. Without a word,
she pulled the pallu off her shoulder and bared her massive chest to me,
her heavy breasts firmly encased inside the blouse. "Mujhe aapka doodh
peena hai, aunty..." I whispered hoarsely, looking into her eyes. "Haan
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beta..." she replied softly with a nod of her head.
Pulling her mangalsutra back, she began to unbutton her blouse,

revealing the matronly black bra she was wearing underneath. Then she
reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, causing her massive
heavy breasts to settle down into the loose cups of her bra. With a sigh,
she pulled the cups of her bra up, baring those magnificent heavy and
firm breasts to me. My cock which had formed a tent within my track
pants by now lurched at the sight of her breasts. Cradling my head with
her left hand, she cupped her right breast in her hand and fed it to me.
With a groan I opened my mouth and clamped it around the proffered

tit-flesh, my tongue slurping on her thick dark brown nipples. As I
reached out and took hold of her other free breast and began to squeeze
and fondle them, she threw her head back with a sigh. As I continued to
feast on her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples like a baby, she slid her
hand down my stomach, and quickly slid down my tracks up to my
thighs. Taking my turgid cock in her hand, she began to stroke me slowly
as I continued to suckle on her breasts. I went berserk on her breasts as
she did that.
After a while of doing that, she asked me in a throat whisper "Beta, do

you want aunty to suck on your..." "Yes aunty..." I groaned. She helped
me rise from her lap, and quickly stood up. As I lay back on the sofa, my
head supported by the arm rest, she kneeled down near by stomach. On
her knees, she leaned forward and took hold my cock in her right hand.
She smeared the pre-cum which had oozed out my cock's slit all over the
mushroom-shaped tip. Cupping her heavy breast in her left hand, she
began to stroke my cock with the other hand in such a way that the tip of
cock rubbed against her thick erect nipples. My cock was fully erect by
now, and beginning to throb in her hand. She brought her face to my
cock, and began to lick on the under-side of my cock.
She made the entire length of my cock wet with her tongue, and then
rubbed my cock on her face, cheeks, and lips; stroking me at the same
time. Then without a word she opened her mouth and took the head of
my cock into her mouth. As I felt her warm wet mouth close on my cock,
I threw back my head on the arm rest and sighed. As her tongue teased
and licked the head of my cock, I bucked my hips thrusting my cock
deeper into her mouth. She emitted a low moan, and began to move her
head up and down on my cock, sucking me passionately.
As her head bobbed up and down, sucking on my cock, and her saliva
drooling down from the sides of her mouth, I felt my sperm beginning to
boil inside my balls. "Aunty ... I am going to cum ... I am going to cum..."
I groaned. "Ummm..." she responded, continuing to suck on me harder. I
knew she did not mind my cumming in her mouth, but today I was in the
mood to see her get me off with a handjob and cum on her breasts.
"Aunty..." I said hoarsely "I want to do it on your breasts..." Hearing that
she pulled her mouth away from my cock, and looking at me, nodded
gently. "Yes my son ... yes..." she gasped through her breath, and began
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to pump my cock faster, her other hand stimulating my swollen balls.
Leaning forward, she dangled her massive heavy breasts near my cock,
the tip rubbing against her turgid nipple, even as she continued to stroke
me rapidly. With a jerk, my cock erupted, the thick semen spurting out of
my slit and landing on her breasts and neck. As she slowed down, my
remaining spurts dribbled out of the cock head and slid down to her
hand which was still holding my cock. As I fell back on the sofa drained, I
felt her get up and go towards the kitchen. She returned with a damp
wash cloth, and the wonderful woman that she was, proceeded to wipe
me clean, and tuck my lip cock back into my track pants.
She then wiped my semen off her neck, breasts and belly; and proceeded
to tuck her breasts inside her bra, and hook up her blouse. As I lay there
catching my breath and looking at her, she smiled at me tenderly,
adjusting the pallu of her saree. Leaning forward, she planted a quick
kiss on my forehead and whispered "Good night my darling beta ... you
take rest now ... I have to rush home because Jatin bhai would have come
back by now..." Caressing my cheek one last time, she left, closing the
door behind her. I fell into a deep slumber almost immediately
afterwards.
As usual, I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. My

truculent cock did not subside even after I finished my morning piss. I
was tempted to jerk-off first thing in the morning, but held myself back.
If everything went as per plan, I would need to save my cock's stamina
for the day ahead. To get my mind off sex, I picked up my weights and
headed to the terrace for a work-out. Having worked up a good sweat, I
hit the shower to freshen up and finish my morning ablutions. Just as I
was toweling myself dry, I heard the bell ring. It had to be the two maids
I had employed. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I opened the door.
To my surprise, it was Rani, the elder of the two maids, and she was
alone. Her eyes widened noticeably when she saw me bare-chested with
just the towel around my waist.
Letting her in, I greeted her cheerfully "Kaisi hai Rani..." "Acchhi hoon,
sahib..." she replied meekly, as I closed the door behind her. She was
dressed in the trademark village attire of ghagra, blouse, and choli. But I
noticed something different about her today. She was looking noticeably
fresher and cleaner, for lack of a better description. The wine red ghagra
and choli looked now, and the choli tied across her torso had
embroidered designs on it. She looked like she had bathed just a while
back. Her hair was neatly tied in a single long braid, and I could smell a
hint of some cheap talcum powder she had applied. As she stood there
fidgeting with her choli, I asked her casually "Kya baat hai ... Pushpa nahi
aayi aaj?" "Nahin, sahib ... aaj uski tabiyat kuch theek nahi hai ... to main
akele hi aayi hoon..." she replied, albeit rather unconvincingly. I smiled
inwardly when I heard that. The bitch had made sure she sent Rani alone
so that I could have my fill.
"Theek hai tum jhaadoo pochha kar lo ... tab tak mein apni shave kar leta
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hoon..." I said to her non-chalantly. "Ji sahib..." she mumbled, her eyes
avoiding mine, as she went inside to fetch the broom. As she walked
inside, I noticed that she had worn some cheap anklets today, which
made a jingling sound as she walked. "Oh dear ... she has come prepared
today" I thought to myself, as I went into the bathroom to take care of my
week-long stubble. As I finished my shave and came out after a while, I
saw that she had finished her work and was waiting in the kitchen.
"Kaam ho gaya, Rani?" I asked her casually, wiping my face with another
towel. "Haan saheb..." she replied meekly, still looking down at the floor.
Walking up to her, I asked her with a smile "Rani, tu mere liye ek aur
kaam karegi?" She looked up at my face with an eager to please
expression and replied tentatively "Haan saheb..."
I gazed into her eyes, and said "Tu mere liye ek cup chai banayegi?" Her
face took on a look of utter surprise, and she seemed lost for words.
"Nahi tujhe agar jaana hai to tu jaa sakti hai ... woh maine subah se chai
nahi pee hai ... to maine socha ki tu agar bana degi to bahut acchha
hoga..." I replied with a serious expression on her face. "Nahi, nahi
saheb..." she finally blurted out " ... aapke liye chai main zaroor
banaaoongi... "she continued. "Woh bus main nahi jaanti thhi ki aap
mere haath ki chai piyenge ... is liye..." she tried to explain her initial lack
of response. "Main abhi banaati hoon..." she continued, with a grateful
smile on her face. As she got busy making the tea, I headed to my
bedroom to tidy up. I decided to continue wearing just the towel, as I
sprayed liberal amounts of deodorant on my body. She came into the

room with the tea cup in a serving tray, as I was combing my hair.
Taking the cup from the tray, I said "Thank you, Rani ... par tumhari chai
kahan hai?" Once again a look of pleasant surprise crossed her face, as
she replied with a smile "Nahin saheb ... maine subha nashta kar liya hai"
"Aisa nahi chalega ... tum saath nahi dogi to main bhi chai nahi peena
wala..." I said to her with mock rebuke. "Par saheb..." she began to
protest. "Jaao andar jaakar ek aur cup lekar aao..." I ordered her with
mock irritation, cutting her off. Once again, she smiled and went into the
kitchen to get another cup. Taking the cup from her hand, I poured half
of the tea into the other cup, and handed it to her. "Shukriya saheb..." she
said gratefully, looking into my eyes "aap bahut bhale aadmi hai ... yeh
pehili baar hai ki aap jaise kisi saheb ke saath main chai pee rahi hoon..."
"Main koi bada saheb waheb nahi hoon..." I dismissed her with a laugh.
As I sat down on the bed and began sipping on my tea, she sat down on
her haunches on the floor with her back against the wall, and began to
sip on hers. We sat there silently for a while, sipping on our tea, looking
at each other once in a while, and exchanging silent smiles. The way she
was sitting, her ghagra had ridden up to just below her knees, and I could
see her strong dark muscular calves. As I was looking at her legs, I saw
that she had observed me looking at her legs. But she averted her gaze,
when I looked at her face. Finishing my tea, I handed her the cup, and
she went into the kitchen with the empty cups. I picked up the
newspaper and sat down on the bed, with my back resting on some
pillows propped up against the head-rest.
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After a while, she came back into the bedroom, wiping her hands on her
choli. She stood there tentatively at the foot of my bed, as if waiting for
my instructions. Looking up from the newspaper, I smiled at her and
said "Itni acchhi chai pilane ke liye shukriya, Rani..." She blushed again,
and replied "Aisa kyun bolte ho sahebji ... aapki seva karna to mera farz
hai..." I laughed, and patting the bed, said "Aaaja ... thodi der baith aur
aaram kar ... tujhe jaane ki jaldi to nahi hai na?" "Nahi, saheb..." she
mumbled softly, and tentatively came and sat at the foot of the bed near
my feet. As I looked at her, I noticed that she was pressing the index
finger of her left hand with the choli, trying to take care of a cut on her
finger. "Kya hua ... tera haath kaise kat gaya" I asked. "Oh, kucchh nahi
saheb ... bas aaj subah sabzi kaat rahi thhi to haath kat gaya..." she
replied, trying to hide her injured finger. "Dikhaao mujhe..." I ordered,
reaching out with my hand.
She slid towards me tentatively on the bed, and held out her hand for me
to inspect. Taking her hand in mine, I said "Arre, yeh to abhi bhi khoon
beh raha hai..." noticing how calloused her hands were from hard work,
and how dry her skin was. Getting up from the bed, I pulled out the first-
aid box from my cabinet. Dabbing some Dettol on a piece of cotton, I sat
down beside her and took her hand in mine again. "Saheb ... rehne
deejiye ... aap kyun taklif le rahe hain" she protested. "Bas chup chaap
baithe raho..." I ordered her with mock anger. Smearing the Dettol on
her cut, I cleaned the wound first and taped it up with a Band-Aid. As I
looked up at her face, I saw that she was gazing into my eyes, with a look
of gratitude. Continuing in my gruff tone, I said "Yeh patti tum rakho
apne paas ... aur shaam ko naya laga dena..." handing her a strip of Band-
Aid.
She just mumbled "Theek hai, saheb..." as she continued to look into my
eyes with a grateful expression. As I held her hand and looked at her
closely, I realized that even though she was very dark, she had quite
seductive in a dusky sort of a way. Her face was angular, with prominent
cheek-bones and a prominent pointed chin. She had dark thick lips, and
her dark complexion made her teeth look more white than normal. Her
skin though dark, was dry and chapped at some places. And her hair had
been oiled, and tied in a single long braid reaching up to her slender
waist. The way she was sitting, I could see her firm ripe mango shaped
breasts straining against the thin fabric of her wine-red blouse. The
blouse was one size too small for her, and it was evident that there was
no bra underneath. From my position, I could also get a clear view of the
exposed portion of her belly.
My cock was beginning to harden by just looking at her from such close
quarters. Getting up from the bed again, I went to my cabinet again, and
came back with a bottle of hair conditioning, shampoo, a couple of bars
of moisturizing soap, and a bottle of skin moisturizing lotion. Handing it
to her, I said "Rani, yeh tum rakh lo ... aaj se nahate samay iska istamaal
karna ... aur nahane ke baad apne badan par yeh lotion lagana" As she
took the items from my hand, she looked up at me in wonder, and
seemed to be lost for words. She dropped her gaze and looking down into
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her lap, sat silently. Sitting down by her side again, I asked "Kya hua
Rani ... tumko yeh cheeze pasand nahi?" "Nahi, nahi saheb ... aisi baat
nahi hai" she replied softly, stil avoiding eye contact. "Woh bus ... bus ...
main agar isko ghar lekar jaoongi ... to ... to ... meri saasu maa poochegi
ki itni mehangi cheeze mujhe kahaan se mili ... aur phir woh yeh sab
chheen lengi mere paas se..." she continued in a sad tone.
"Oh, to yeh baat hai..." I replied. "To tu ek kaam kar ... inko tu yahin par
rahk ... aajse tu idhar mere ghar par aakar nahaana ... phir tujhe yeh ghar
par le jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai ... theek hai?" I said in a warm tone. She
looked up at me again with that pitiably grateful look, and replied meekly
"Saheb ... aap bahut bhale aadmi ho ... main aapka yeh karz kabhi nahi
chuka paaoongi..." touching my feet in gratitude. "Dhat..." I dismissed
her " ... yeh koi karz nahi hai ... maine kaha thha na ... tu mera khayal
rakhegi to main tera khayal rakhoonga..." I replied, squeezing her arm.
She looked into my eyes again for a moment, and then without a word,
slid down the bed towards my feet. Without looking into my eyes, she
silently began to press my feet with both her hands. As she began to press
my feet, taking care to press each finger of my toes, and slowly move up
to my ankles, I looked into the cleavage caused by her leaning forward
slightly, and her arms pressing her ripe breasts together inside the
blouse.
My cock stiffened further, as I sat back on the pillows, and enjoyed the
feeling of my feet being pressed. I was almost lying back fully in that
position now, as she went about her task of pressing my feet with
dedication, I said to her in warm voice "Bahut acchha lag raha hai Rani...
" Hearing my words, she looked up to me, and smiled shyly, before
returning her gaze to my feet. As her hands moved up towards my shin
and calves, she had to lean forward further, which caused the pallu of her
choli to slide of her shoulder, and come to rest on her arms at the crook
of her elbows. As her young ripe 32-C mango-shaped breasts clad inside
the blouse were exposed, I noticed her steal a glance towards her
cleavage and the displaced pallu. But she made no attempt to put her
pallu back in place. As I gazed at her breasts straining against the thin
fabric of her blouse, the armpits of her blouse wet with sweat, she looked
up at me and caught me looking.
A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, as if she was wondering if I liked

what I saw, but she maintained a serious expression on her face and
continued pressing my legs. She straightened her back for a moment, and
wiping the sweat of her brow with the back of her left hand, she slid up
further towards my torso, so that she could reach up to my thighs. As she
did that, her pallu slid off completely from her arms, and came to rest in
her laps, giving me an unrestricted view of her blouse-clad breasts and
her dark-skinned flat belly with just a hint of flab on it, adorned by a
deep navel.
The white turkish bath-towel I had wrapped around my waist, had slid
up above my knees, and was parted at the knees, exposing my hairy
thighs. My cock was by now standing almost fully erect like a pole, and
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had created a tent inside the towel at my crotch. As she gently kneaded
the flesh of my thighs with her hands, I saw her steal a glance towards
my erection which was sticking up like a tent-pole inside the towel. Her
hands had now reached the portion of my thighs above the knees, and if
she proceeded any further she would have to slide her hands under the
towel, which would cause my throbbing hardness to come into view.
Realizing her predicament, I saw her pause with uncertainty. She looked
into my eyes silently with an unsure expression as if asking me what I
wanted her to do next.
Without any warning, I reached out and cupped her firm pliant breasts
through her blouse, and squeezed. She sighed as she felt my fingers close
around her young firm breasts, and she arched her back and threw back
her head, biting her lips to stifle the cry that escaped from her throat. I
cried out hoarsely, "Rani..." as I continued to squeeze her breasts harder
through the cheap fabric of her blouse. She returned her gaze to look
towards me, as I did that. "Apna blouse khol de Rani..." I whispered to
her hoarsely, continuing to maul her young firm and ripe breasts through
the blouse. She dropped her gaze to her lap, and without a word began to
unbutton the hooks of her blouse.
As the last hook came undone, and she parted the flaps of her blouse, her
dark succulent mango-shaped ripe young 32-C breasts came into view.
They stood proudly on her chest like twin mounds, with a pointed tip.
But the mouth-watering thing about those young tits of hers was those
incredibly long and thick dark black nipples that adorned them. They
were by far the largest and thickest nipples I had ever seen on a girl, and
were just waiting to be sucked and chewed on. With a groan, I grabbed
her by her waist with my left hand, and pulling her towards me, took
hold of her bared breast in my right hand. As my hands closed around
the firm tit-flesh of her ripe young breasts, she let out another sigh, and
dropped her chin to her left shoulder, biting her lips in the process. As
her thick big nipples burnt into the palm of my hand, I began to knead
the flesh of her proffered breasts, twisting her turgid nipples between my
thumb and forefinger. Letting go of her waist, I reached out with my
other hand also, and began to squeeze and fondle her juicy young breasts
with both my hands, causing her to lift her head and gaze at my face
solemnly with those dark questioning eyes of hers.
I beckoned to her to come closer with a nod of my head. She immediately

responded by sliding closer to me and leaning forward, dangling those
ripe young breasts near my face. I moved my head slightly and opening
my mouth, flicked my tongue across her thick nipple, causing her to
shiver involuntarily. Opening my mouth, I clamped my mouth and her
right breast, and began to suck on it with vigor. An audible hiss escaped
her lips, even as her fingers clutched my thigh harder. Continuing to
maul her supple left breast with my hand, I sucked on her right breast,
teasing the thick nipple with my teeth. She responded by holding my
head with her left hand, while sliding her other hand up to my chest to
caress it. As she did that, her elbow brushed against my hard-on which
was standing up like a tent-pole under the thick towel. Looking up at her
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as I continued to suckle on her juicy breasts, I saw that she was gazing at
my face intently.
Returning her solemn gaze by looking her in the eye, I released her
breast from my mouth and whipped the towel off my raging hard-on in a
swift motion, baring my erect cock to her view. As my cock sprang out
and slapped against my belly, I heard a small sigh escape her lips, as she
bit her lips. As she avoided making eye contact with me and looked
solemnly at my hard cock, I pressed my thumb against the base of my
cock from top, causing it to stand up erect, swaying gently in her face. My
foreskin was pulled back partly, with a small drop of pre-cum glistening
at the slit on the tip of my swollen blood-gorged cock. Reaching out with
my other hand, I squeezed her hand, causing her to look up towards me.
As she gazed at me with submissiveness, as if asking me what I wanted, I

just nodded my head quietly. Getting the message, she reached out
tentatively and took my throbbing cock in her right hand. As she gently
ran her fingers along the shaft of my cock, she looked up into my eyes
with an expression of gratefulness. I just smiled at her in return, and
nodded my head in consent. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she
began to stroke it slowly; even as her other hand instinctively began to
caress my thighs and my taut belly. I reached out and took hold of her
breast again, and began to fondle them.
As she continued to stroke me, I parted my thighs and raised my hips off
the bed, urging her to stroke faster. She moved her hand which was
caressing my thigh, to cup my heavy swollen balls, and fondle them
gently, even as she continued to stroke my cock. As a drop of pre-cum
oozed out of the slit of my cock, she quickly smeared it around the blood-
gorged mushroom-shaped head of my cock with her fingers. As she gazed
into my eyes again with that same serious look, I smiled at her gently,
and reached out to caress her cheek. She reciprocated with a shy smile,
biting her lips, and tilting her head to rest her face in the palm of my
hand. Looking her in the eye, I gently pulled her face towards my cock.
Without any resistance, she allowed her face to be pulled towards my
cock. With my cock inches away from her mouth, she looked up into my
eyes with a solemn questioning look, as if asking for my permission to go
ahead. I just nodded my head.
With a soft sigh, she wet her lips with her tongue and without any
qualms, opened her mouth and took my rigid cock into her mouth. As
her warm wet mouth closed around my cock, I groaned with pleasure,
and grabbing her head with my hand, pushed my cock deeper into her
mouth. As the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, she let out a soft
gurgle and opened her mouth wider to accommodate my thick cock in
her throat. Taking hold of the base of my cock with her right hand, she
began to bob her head up and down in a quick practiced motion, and
began to suck on my cock ardently. As her thick nipples grazed against
my thighs, I grabbed hold of them and squeezed them hard, moaning in
the process. As she went about the task of sucking on my cock, it became
apparent to me that she was adept at this, and that this was not the first
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time she was doing this.
The very thought of having this naïve village girl whom I had lusted for
so long, baring her juicy breasts for me and sucking on my cock, sent a
thrill through my body. I didn't want to come so quickly, so I took hold of
her head and pulled it back gently. As my cock slipped out of her wet
mouth, a trail of her saliva dribbled out of the side of her mouth, which
she wiped quickly with the back of her hand. Looking at my face with
concern, she asked in a soft whisper "Kya huaa saheb ... maine kucchh
galat kiya?" "Nahi Rani ... bahut acchha lag raha hai mujhe ... tu aise hi
karti rahegi to mera paani abhi chhoot jayega..." I replied with a smile.
This elicited a small shy smile from her, biting her lips in the process. "Tu
zara khadi ho jaa ... main tujhe dekhna chaahta hoon" I told her.
She stood up quickly, and stood there next to my bed, her hands fiddling
with her choli. As I looked at her standing there, her blouse open to bare
her young ripe breasts, and her pallu hanging by her side, I felt another
spasm of pleasure course through me. "Ab apna blouse aur choli utar de,
Rani" I instructed her hoarsely. Without a word, she complied by
removing her choli completely, and the proceeding to peel the open
blouse of her torso. As she stood there quietly, her hands clasped in front
of her, in only her ghagra, I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it
gently, looking her in the eye in the process.
Continuing to stroke my cock with my left hand, I reached out with the
other hand and pulled her closer towards me. Patting her thigh through
her ghagra, I said to her "Apna pair uthakar bistar par rakh, Rani..." She
complied by lifting her left leg, bending it at the knee, and placing them
on the bed next to my torso. As her dark-skinned ankles and calves came
into view, I reached out with my hand again and caressed the firm flesh
of her calves. Looking into her eyes again, I said "Ab apna ghagra uthaa,
Rani..." With that same submissive look on her face, she complied by
pulling up her ghagra well above her knees, baring her dark muscular
thighs, and the thick bush of her dark hairy pussy. As my hand crept up
her thigh, and began to tease the inside of her thigh, I saw her drop her
head in shame and bit her lips. Her pussy was covered with a dense patch
of curly black hair, and it was obvious that she never trimmed or shaved
her pussy hair.
Sliding my fingers further upwards, I began to caress the puffy lips of her
pussy through the dense hair, causing her to shudder involuntarily. As I
looked up at her, she quickly averted her gaze, and co-operated by lifting
her ghagra further up. Her pussy hair was damp with her juices, and I
could smell the musky odour of her young, rustic cunt. With a sigh, I slid
my thumb into the slit of her wet pussy, causing her to let out a small cry
of "Unnnhhh..." and bite her lips. Her pussy was so hot and juicy that it
felt like I was dipping my thumb into a cup of molten lava. As I began to
rub my thumb on her erect clitoris, she threw her head back and
involuntarily grabbed hold of my fore-arm.
I was pleased to note that she was co-operating by holding up her ghagra
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with her left hand while clutching my fore-arm with the other. Getting up
from the bed, I quickly stood behind her and held her from behind, my
hands holding her by her soft belly. Resting my chin on her shoulders, I
began to run my tongue on her ear-lobes, causing her to shiver with
pleasure, even as my hands crept up her belly and took hold of her ripe
young breasts. As my hands closed around the soft plaint flesh of her
young breasts, I felt her pencil thick inch-long nipples burn into the palm
of my hands. As I began to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples, I
whispered into her ear "Apna ghagra utaar de, Rani..." She complied
quickly by unfastening the cord that tied her ghagra at the waist. As the
cord came loose, her ghagra slid down her legs to fall in a heap around
her ankles, leaving her completely naked.
Like an obedient slave, she turned to look at me, as if awaiting further

instructions from me. With a groan, I grabbed her by her breasts again,
and pressed her dark slim body to mine, pressing my rigid cock into the
crack of her ass in the process. As she felt my hard cock press against her
ass, she let out an involuntary cry, and pressed my hand which was
mauling her breasts, with her own hands. Sliding my right hand down
her belly, I began to once again caress her hairy vagina, sliding my
middle finger into the moist depths. She let out a soft guttural moan as
my finger invaded the depths of her soaking wet pussy, and threw her
head back, resting it against my chest. Her eyes were closed, and her
breathing was beginning to get shallow.
Continuing to finger her soaking wet pussy with my right hand, and
mauling her ripe mango-shaped breasts with my left, I whispered to her
hoarsely "Ab tu mujhe andar lene ke liye tayyar hai, Rani?" Struggling to
control the convulsions that racked her body, she bit her lips, and
managed to whimper "Unnhhh ... haan saheb,, haan..." "To phir jaldi se
tu bistar pe haath rakhkar aage ki aur jhukh jaa..." I said to her quickly,
pushing her towards the bed. As she bent forward on the bed, supporting
herself with both hands on the bed, I took hold of my cock and began to
rub it in between the crack of her ass. Seeing her dark body bent over the
bed, her juicy mango-shaped tits hanging from her chest, her round
compact ass waiting to take my rampaging cock inside her, I felt a sense
of power course through my body. As I pushed her legs wider apart, and
positioned my cock behind her, she turned back to look at me with an
expression of fear on her face.
Catching her look, I asked her "Kya hua Rani..." Shaking her head
nervously, she swallowed, and then said in a faltering voice "Saheb ...
main ... main thhoda ... thhoda tel lagaoon kya?" "Kyun tel ki kya
zaroorat hai" I asked her "Tu itni geeli to hai..." She bit her lips again,
and looking at me with that same expression of fear, replied "Haan
saheb, lekin ... lekin maine socha ki shaayad ... shaayad aap meri ... meri
ghaand mein daalne wale hain ... isliye tel..." Hearing these words, my
cock lurched against her ass once again. Caressing her back gently, I
replied to her gently "Nahin Rani ... tu chinta mat kar ... main teri ghaand
nahi maarne wala hoon ... main bas peecche se teri choot mein daalne
wala hoon..." Hearing these words, she relaxed visibily, and with a
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grateful look replied in a small voice "Oh maaf karna saheb ... maine
socha ki..." As her words trailed off, she managed to give me a shy
grateful smile, and dropped her gaze to the bed, on which she was still
leaning forward.
As if on second thought, she once again turned her head sideways to look
up at me and said "Saheb ... main ... main aapke liye kuchh bhi karne ke
liye taiyyar hoon ... aap ... aap chaaho to ... chaaho to meri ... meri
ghaand bhi ... maar sakte ho..." swallowing once again. "Bas ... bas
thhoda tel lagane ki bheek mangoongi ... kyoonki ... kyoonki bina tel ke
bahut ... bahut dard hota hai..." she managed to mumble. I felt my mouth
go dry as I heard these words, my mind trying to imagine how it would
feel to fuck this young village servant girl in the ass! Getting my lust
under control, I said to her mildly, "Tu chinta mat kar Rani ... agar mera
man kara teri ghaand maarne ka ... to main zaroor tel ka istemaal
karoonga ... aur agar tujhe bahut dard hoto hai to main nahi karoonga ...
theek hai" "Theek hai saheb..." she managed to mumble with relief in her
dark eyes.
With a smile, I once again positioned my cock behind her, and rubbed it
against the hairy slit of her moist pussy from behind. Her torso trembled,
and she spread her legs wider, and pushing her butt backwards towards
me, encouraged me to slide my cock into her pussy. As the swollen tip of
my turgid cock rubbed against her hairy slit, I felt her reach out between
her thighs, and guide my cock towards the opening of her vagina. Slowly,
I pushed my hips forward, pushing my swollen hard cock to slide inside
the molten hotness of her slipper wet vagina. As she felt the girth of my
thick cock entering her, stretching the confines of her pussy, she let out a
long moan. Grabbing hold of her back by her waist, I began to thrust my
cock inside her pussy slowly. Gradually I pushed my cock fully inside her
from behind, and leaning forward, cupped both her delicious juicy
breasts which were dangling from her torso, and quivering with
excitement. As my fingers closed around her ripe breasts, I began a slow
pumping motion of my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her wet cunt.
Rani was just the kind of fuck I enjoyed, completely docile and yet totally
willing to please. As I enjoyed the sensation of my cock sliding in and out
of her juicy pussy, I couldn't help but think that this was perhaps the best
cunt I had experienced. Her vagina was just the right fit for my cock, not
too tight, and not to loose either. And the way her vagina muscles
clamped around my cock each time I thrust deep into her, it felt like my
cock was being milked. As I continued to thrust into her at a relaxed
place, I couldn't help but notice the way her moderately sized round
derriere quivered each time my hips smacked against hers. The single
long braid of her tied hair hung over her shoulder.
As I continued to caress her waist with my left hand, and fondle her
unique mango-shaped dark breasts with my right, I asked her gently
"Takleef to nahi ho rahi hai na, Rani?" Clearing her throat, she whispered
back "Nahin saheb..." even as she settled down on her elbows on the bed,
her face buried in my pillow, and her delectable black ass thrust out
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towards me. "Acchhaa lag raha hai tujhe... ?" I asked her gently,
continuing to fuck her at the same relaxed pace. Twisting her face
sideways on the pillow, she strained to look back at me and replied in a
hoarse whisper "Haan saheb ... acchhaa lag raha hai..." and after a pause
added "Aapko acchhaa lag raha hai, saheb?" "Haan Rani, mujhe bhi
acchhaa lag raha hai..." I replied with a smile.
I was now dying to fuck her harder, so I leant forward on her back once
again, and said "Ab main thhoda zor se karoonga Rani, theek hai?" "Ji
saheb ... aap ... aap chahte ho ki main kucchh karoon to mujhe bataiye ...
main ... main aapko khush karna chaahti hoon..." she replied amidst
gasps, as my relaxed by relentless stroking of her pussy began to excite
her responsive cunt. In response, I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and
pulled her upright. Turning her to face me, I looked into her eyes, and
said "Main tujhe dekhna chaahta hoon Rani ... khaskar tere in aam jaise
raseele mammo ko..." Her dark face flushed with embarrassment on
hearing that. Sitting down on the bed, I pulled her naked body towards
me and made her sit in my lap facing me.
Cupping her delicious breasts, I bent forward and began sucking on those
amazingly long & thick nipples again, eliciting a moan of pleasure from
her again. Pulling my mouth away from her tits, I told her "Ab tu aise
baithkar isko apne andar le..." Biting her lips, she lifted her hips from my
lap, and taking hold of my wet slippery cock in her hands, guided it
towards the opening her well lubricated cunt. Placing one hand on my
shoulder, she pushed herself down, driving my swollen cock head into
her vagina. As the girth of my cock once again penetrated the depths of
her pussy, she bit her lips and closed her eyes. As she settled down with
my cock fully inside her, I leant back on the bed, supporting myself with
both my hands behind my back. Leaning forward to hold on to my
shoulders for support, she began to slowly move her hips up and down
on my raging hard cock.
As she impaled herself on my cock, and began to thrust down with

increasing vigour, she closed her eyes and began to let out slow moans. I
watched her intently, as her pert mango-shaped breasts quivered and
jerked with each thrust, those delicious black long nipples drawing
circles in the air. I lay back on the bed fully now, which made her pause
and adjust her position. Climbing on to the bed, she now squatted on her
haunches over my cock, and leaning forward once again, resting her
hands on my shoulders for support, began to thrust down on my cock
ardently. Her breathing was beginning to get ragged, as my stiff cock slid
in and out easily of her wet juicy cunt with a squishy sound at each thrust
of her hips. Her firm young dark breasts which were jiggling in front of
my face seemed to be dying for my touch. Reaching out with both hands,
I grabbed hold of both of them and mauled them savagely, pinching her
long thick nipples painfully.
Her eyes were screwed shut, and she was biting her lips, continuously
emitting those same arousing moans of pleasure. I could feel her pussy
begining to spasm and contract on my thick cock, as her impending
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orgasm began to take control of her body. Letting go of those delicious

breasts, I held her by her hips, and began to thrust my hips upwards,
driving my cock to new depths in her pussy each time she thrust down. I
could feel her pussy juices begin to flow, and trickle down the length of
my shaft on to my balls. As my balls tightened, I said to myself that hers
was the best pussy I had fucked so far in my life; for the sheer sensation
of it. I noticed that she was beginning to tire with the effort of squatting
on my cock and pumping her hips, and that she was beginning to
whimper like a woman who was no longer in control of her desires. If she
continued this any longer, I was sure I would erupt in no time.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I pulled her towards me, causing
her to fall on my torso, her breasts squashed against my chest, those
thick nipples seeming to burn into my chest. With my cock still firmly
impaled inside her squishy wet cunt, I rolled her on to her back, and got
on top of her. Positioning myself between her legs on my knees, I thrust a
pillow under her ass, getting her tight gaping pussy to the right height for
my cock. As I pulled my cock out of her wet pussy, she clutched the
sheets, and began to thrust her hips upwards towards me, as if begging
me to thrust my cock into her. Taking hold of her legs, I pushed them
backwards towards her torso, making her bend her legs at the knees, and
making them stick out in the air. Rubbing my cock at the slit of her
sloppy wet hairy pussy, I asked her "Acchhaa lag raha hai, Rani..." She
looked into my eyes with that same doleful look, and whimpered back
"Haan saheb ... haan ... haan ... mujhe aur mat tadpaao..." throwing her
head from side to side.
With a groan, I straightened my legs, and supporting myself with my

arms on either side of her head, thrust my bloated hard cock into the
depths of her pussy again. She cried out "Ohh maa..." And grabbing hold
of my muscular arms began to emit low throaty moans. As I looked at the
dressing table mirror by the side of the bed, I was thrilled to see the sight
of the innocent young dark-skinned Rani, on her back on my bed, with
her legs sticking out straight up in the air, getting fucked hard by me, her
body shuddering each time I rammed my cock into her. She too seemed
to see where I was looking, and as her eyes met mine in the mirror, her
orgasm hit her, causing her to thrash her lithe body violently on the bed,
and her legs wrapping tight around my back.
Her hips bucked up spasmodically, as she bit her lips hard again, and let
out a low throaty groan, her pussy juices gushing out of her pussy, and
trickling down her ass on to the bed. "Saheb..." She nearly screamed,
grabbing hold of my arms, with a pleading look into my eyes, as if
begging me for something. As my penis began to tremble, and my jism
began to boil inside my balls, the realization hit me that she was probably
scared of getting pregnant if I came inside her. With a groan, I pulled
myself hastily out of her, just as my slipper wet cock gave a violent jerk,
and the first spurt of my hot cum blasted out of the sit of my cock head.
The orgasm was so strong, that my first burst shot out of my cock, and
landed on top of her left breast. As I arched my back and threw my head
back, I groaned "Ohh Rani..." She immediately took hold of my jerking
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cock and fisted me vigorously, causing my remaining semen to shoot out

of my rampaging cock and land on her belly and the underside of her
quivering dark breasts.
To Be Continued..
RE: Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) - Renjith - 1st December,

2018
Nice update bro

Update more
RE: Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) - sarit11 - 11th December,

2018
Continue the story bro .
Total 398 pages are there.
Part - 15 - Heisenberg - 12th December, 2018
Part - 15
As my orgasm subsided, I got off from between her spread thighs, and
fell back on the bed, my spent cock still jerking sporadically and my jism
oozing out in dribbles. As I closed my eyes, I felt her turn to her side and
resting her torso on my thighs took my cock in her hand and began to
stroke it gently. With a moan, she took my cum-soaked cock into her
mouth, and began to lick it earnestly with her tongue, as if coaxing my
cock to let out the last remains of semen. Feeling pity course through me,
I pulled her head away from my cock and looking into her eyes said
"Nahin Rani ... tumhe yeh karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..." She once
again looked into my eyes with that same grateful expression, even as she
pumped my cock slowly, causing the last of my cum to dripple out of the
swollet blood-gorged mushroom-shaped tip of my cock.
As I lay back exhausted, I felt her let go off my cock and sit up on the bed
by my side, her hands gently caressing my chest. Looking into her eyes, I
saw that was a look of infinite tenderness in her eyes. As I smiled at her,
she smiled back shyly, and asked me in a quivering voice "Saheb ... aapko
achhaa lagaa... ?" I replied with a sigh "Haan, Rani ... bahut acchaa
laga..." "Saheb, aapne ... aapne mere liye ... mere liye ... usko baahar ...
bahaar nikala na..." she asked hesistatingly, referring to my pulling out of
her just before I came. "Haan Rani..." I replied softly. "Saheb ... aap
bahut acche insaan hai ... aap babut acchhe hain..." she said solemnly,
her eyes looking down, and her hand continuing to caress my chest. "Tu
dil ki bahut acchhi hai Rani..." I replied to her in earnest, squeezing her
arms.
As she blushed and smiled gratefully, I asked her to go to the bathroom
and get a towel after soaking it in water. She quickly got up from the bed,
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and gathering her scattered clothes, ran to the bathroom. She returned a
while later, clad only in her ghagra, her breasts still bared, clutching the
wet towel. As she sat down by my side, and began to wipe the semen off
my belly, I took the towel from her hand, and began to wipe her body
instead. As I took care to wipe her breasts, belly and neck clean of my
semen; she held on to my thighs and gazed at me with a look of infinite
gratefulness.
After cleaning me thoroughly, she got up from the bed, and stood there
looking at me. "Ab main kapde pahen loon, saheb..." she asked me
tentatively. I replied in the affirmative, and I proceeded to pull on my
shorts and a t-shirt. As she finished putting on her clothes, extracted a
500-rupee note from my wallet, and pressed it into her hand. She looked
up into my eyes, and said "Saheb ... iski ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai ...
mere liye ... mere liye to bas ye bahut badi baat hai ki ... ki aapne mujhe
kaam par rakha hai..." Cupping her face gently, I said "Rani ... yeh main
tujhe khushi se de raha hoon ... mana mat karo..." She lowered her head,
and took the proffered money in both her hands, folding her hands
submissively. Looking up at my face, she said softly "Saheb ... main aapki
daasi hoon ... aapko jab bhi meri zaroorat ho ... main ... main aapke liye
haazir rahoongi..." Not knowing what to say, I just pulled her towards me
and embraced her, pressing her small body to mine. She clung on to me
gratefully.
After a while I let go off her, and told her "Ab tu jaa, Rani ... tujhe kaam
par jaana hoga..." As she turned to leave, she hesitated, and said "Saheb
... Pushpa ne aapse poochne ko kaha thhaa ... ki kal ... kal kya woh aa
sakti hai ... akeli ... aapki seva karne ke liye... ?" As I looked at her
troubled face, I could sense a twinge of jealousy on her face, knowing that
Pushpa was also desperately to get me to fuck her. "Rani ... Pushpa meri
seva karna chaahti hai paiso ke liye ... woh teri tarah dil ki acchhi nahin
hai ... is liye yeh main tere pe chhod raha hoon ... aga tu chaahti hai ki
woh aakar meri seva kare ... to tu use bhej de ... warna tu usko bol de ki
usko aane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..."
She seemed to be caught between conflicting emotions, and after a
moment's hesitation replied "Saheb ... main ... main kya boloon ... bas
itna kahoongi aapse ki ... ki agar Pushpa nahi hoti to mujhe yeh kaam
kabhi nahi milta ... is liye ... is liye main usko kabhi mana nahi kar sakti
... is liye ... aap agar usko apne paas aane denge ... to mere liye ... mere
liye bahut acchhaa hoga..." Knowing that my smart ploy had worked, I
replied with a smile "Theek hai Rani ... tu bolti hai to main usko rakh
loonga..." She took hold of my hand gratefully, and said "Saheb ... aap
chinta mat karo ... woh bhi aapki acchhi seva karegi ... main usko sab
samjha doongi ... aapko jo chaahiye woh karegi woh ... aur ... aur ... agar
aap chaaho to hum dono aayenge aap ke paas ... saath mein ... aur hum
dono aapki seva karenge ... saath mein..." she said with a lot hesitation.
Hearing these words, my cock lurched again, at the thought of fucking
these two teenage village girls together. I agreed to her proposition, and
she left, kissing my hand gratefully before leaving.
After Rani left, I showered and changed into a pair of khakhi shorts and
white polo t-shirt. Feeling hungry, I ordered some sandwiches and had a
hearty albeit late breakfast. Not being in the mood for lunch, I called up
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Kalpana aunty's neighbour and asked her to convey to Kalpana aunty

that I won't be having luch today since I was going out. Content with my
morning fuck, I settled down in the recliner to watch some TV. I had just
begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell rang. Grumbling to
myself, I opened the door to see tat it was the buxom matronly 48-year
old Mayuri ben. My irritation vanished at the sight of her. Today she was
dressed in a pale yellow cotton sari tied the Gujarati way.
I greeted her with a big smile, saying "Oh what a pleasant surprise to see
you Mayuri aunty ... come in ... come in ... it's very hot outside" "Oh I just
thought I will drop in to see how you are doing beta..." she replied with a
broad grin. As she came in, I closed the door behind us. "Please have a
seat aunty..." I said, guiding her by her arm to the couch. "Let me get
something cold to drink for you..." I said as she settled down on the
couch, and wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her sari. "Oh
beta ... don't take so much trouble ... I just..." she began to protest, even
as I her cut her off. "What trouble, aunty..." I chided her, as I fetched a
glass of cold nimbu sharbat from the refrigerator. As she gratefully took
the glass from my hand and gulped down the cold juice, I settled down
on the couch by her side.
Placing the glass on the center table, she said "Beta ... I just thought I will
come and show you the things you bought for me yesterday..." That's
when I noticed that she was wearing the brand new gold-rimmed
spectacles and the gold-plated watch I had bought for her yesterday. "Oh
... this looks so nice on you ... I was wondering why Mayuri ben is looking
so wonderful today..." I said to her with a laugh. As she stretched out her
left hand and placed her palm on my thighs, I held her wrist and
pretended to look at the watch. Turning to look up at her face, I touched
her hair near the frame of her spectacles and said "Bahut acchhaa lag
raha hai aunty..." letting my fingers trail down her neck on to her
shoulders. With a slow smile, she pressed my palm to her neck, and said
"Sab tumhar daya hai beta..." even as I felt my fore-arm press gently
against the bulge of her massive breasts under her sari. I just smiled in
response, letting my gaze fall to her chest.
As my eyes went to the massive orbs of her humungous breasts under her
sari, she squeezed my thigh gently. As I looked up again at her face, I saw
that she was gazing at my face intently. Seeing me looking at her, she
adjusted the pallu of her sari self consciously. Noticing that she was
sweating, with the drops of perspiration rolling down her neck on to her
chest, and her blouse soaked at the armpits, I said to her "Why don't we
go and sit in the bedroom aunty ... I will switch on the A/C there ... you
will feel a little cooler there..." even as I stood up, pulling her by her
hand. "Oh beta ... you are very kind..." she said coquettishly, as I led her
to the bedroom. Switching on the air-conditioner, I propped up a few
pillows against the head-rest of my bed, and asked her to get
comfortable. "I will be back in a minute aunty..." I said, even as she sat
back against the pillows on the bed and hauled up her legs. I returned a
few seconds later with a damp hand towel that was kept in the fridge; a
trick I had learnt at my hair cutting saloon.
Walking up to her on the bed, I took off her glasses, and wordlessly
began to mop her face gently with the cold towel. "Oh beta ... tum aunty
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ki liye itna kyun taqleef utha rahe ho..." she began to protest, even as I
mopped her forehead and cheeks gently with the cold towel. I just smiled
in return. As I wiped her face softly, and moved to her neck, she rested
her head back on the head-board of the bed, and looked at me with a
content smile. As I moved the towel from the hollow of her neck on to her
chest, I pushed the pallu of her sari aside a bit, bringing the deep
cleavage at the round neck of her blouse to my view. As my eyes took in
the sight of the deep cleavage of her massive breasts encased inside the
matching pale yellow blouse, my cock stiffened. My eyes went back to her
face, as she placed her hand on my hips and squeezed gently. I looked at
her face with lust, as I continued to wipe her neck and shoulders, and
saw the broad strap of her black bra peeping out from under her blouse
at the shoulder.
Looking at my face with, she said with a smile "Oh Jignesh beta ... main
yahaan aayi thhi tumhari seva karne ke liye ... aur tum ho ki aunty ki seva
kar rahe ho..." "Aap bhi na aunty ... main kya itna bhi nahi kar sakta aap
ke liye..." I replied in protest. Smiling warmly, she replied "Zaroor beta ...
tum mere saath kuchh bhi kar sakte ho..." As I looked at this 48-year old
matronly school teacher, her hair beginning to grey at the temples, I
couldn't help but think how fortunes had changed. This woman, all
through my childhood, had been a picture of sternness. And here she
was, completely transformed and eager to please me, as I continued to
press the cold towel to her face, neck and shoulders.
Putting the towel down on the nightstand, I said to her "Aunty ... aapko
jaane ki jaldi to nahin hai na?" "Nahin beta ... mujhe koi jaldi nahin
hai..." she replied quickly, looking at me expectantly. "Phir to aap thhodi
der yahaan aaram keejiye aunty..." I said to her with a smile. I was still
standing on my knees next to her on the bed, and she responed by
placing her hands on my waist and gently caressing the sides of my belly.
"Zaroor beta ... jo tum kaho..." she replied huskily, clearing her throat,
and looking into my eyes intently. "Aap apni sadi kyon nahi utaar dete,
aunty ... bahut garmi hai ... aap use utaar kar aaram se baithiye yahaan..."
I said to her slowly. Hearing these words, she smiled slowly, almost as if
with relief, and replied "Theek hai beta ... jaisa tum kaho..." Getting up
from the bed, she proceeded to remove her sari from her shoulders, and
began to pull it off her body. As the pale yellow sari came off, I was
greeted with the sight of my magnificent Mayuri ben, clad only in her
matching yellow petticoat and blouse.
Try as I may, I still could not come to terms with the sheer size of her
humungous 42-D breasts, encased so tightly in her yellow blouse. At her
age, they did sag, but it was more to do with the sheer weight of those
magnificent mammaries, than her age. The outline of the thick-strapped
matronly bra was clearly visibile under the pale yellow blouse. She had a
generous flabby belly, across which the cord of her petticoat was tied
tightly, well above her navel. As she dropped her sari on the floor, she
proceeded to loosen the cord of her petticoat, and then retie it much
more comfortably, this time well below her belly button. As she looked
up at me after that, she caught me looking at her body intently. That
made her face flush with embarrassment.
As she came towards the bed, she looked down at me sitting on the bed
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with my back propped up against the pillows, and said "Beta ... tum bhi
apna t-shirt kyon nahi utaar dete..." As I smiled and pulled off my t-shirt,
she said slowly "Jignesh beta ... pata hai tumhari body bahut acchhi hai
... tumhe dekhkar aunty ka man karta hai ki kaash aunty bhi tumhaari
tarah jawaan hoti..." As she came and sat by my side on the bed, she was
looking at my well muscled torso with desire, and gently placed her thick
pudgy hand on my chest. I settled down more comfortably in a lying
position on the bed, even as she placed one hand on the bed, and began
to caress my chest with the other, continuing to gaze at my body with
desire.
As her thick pudgy hands grazed my nipples, my cock lurched inside my
khaki cut-offs. It was an incredibly sexy sight, the sight of her sitting next
to me, leaning forward slightly, the deep cleavage of her massive
mammaries right in front of my face, adorned by the black-bead chain
she wore around her neck. Continuing to caress my chest, she leaned
forward and gently kissed me on my fore-head. She then proceeded to
place gentle kisses on my eyelids, my cheeks, and even my ear lobes. As
she ran her thick wet tonge inside my ears, I groaned and shuddered with
pleasure.
"Acchha lag rahaa hai beta... ?" she whispered hoarsely in my ear,
continuing to flick my ear lobe with her tongue. "Haan aunty..." I
groaned, grabbing her head by the bun of her hair and pressing her
mouth to my ears. Her huge mammaries inside the blouse were now
pressing firmly against my chest, and she responded my moving her
mouth from my ears to my lips. As I felt those thick lips on mine, I

opened my mouth to feel her thick hot tongue enter mine, and kiss me
passionately. Her hand, which was caressing my chest, slid down my
belly until it reached the waist-line of my khaki cut-offs. My cock was
hard and as she placed her palm on the bulge of my cock through the
khakis, I groaned once again and pushed my hips upwards.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she looked at me with lust and said "Beta ...
yeh ... yeh tumhara aise khada ho gaya hai ... kya yeh aunty ke liye hai?"
"Haan aunty ... dekho aapke chhoone se yeh kaisa tankar khada ho gaya
hai..." I replied lustily. Hearing my reply, she squeezed my hard cock
through my shorts, and groaned "Oh beta..." Looking into her eyes with
lust buring my face, I said to her "Aunty ... mujhe aap apne mammon se
doodh nahi pilaoge... ?" "Oh mere bete ... mere mammein to tumhare liye
hi hai ... main to kab se taras rahi thhi yeh sunne ke liye..." she cried " ...
kaash mere mammon mein doodh hota..." her voice trailed off.
Straightening her back, she began to quickly unbutton the hooks of her
blouse, all the while looking at my face, her face darkened with lust.
As the hooks of her blouse came undone, she opened the flaps of her
blouse to bare the black matronly 42-D bra she was wearing inside. They
were the old fashioned type, covering almost all of her massive mammary
glands, and straining under the weight of the heavy tit-flesh. Reaching
behind her back, she quickly undid the hook of her bra, causing the
straps to spring loose at the back, and making her heavy boob to settle
down with their weight on her bulging belly.
Straightening her back once again, she slid her fingers under the cups of
her huge bra, and pulled them up; baring those massive junior volley-
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balls sized mature mammaries to my sight. As her mammoth

mammaries, capped with large brown aereolas and thick black nipples
came to my view, I let out out a cry of pleasure and grabbed hold of them.
As I grabbed her heavy mature flesh breasts, and began to maul them,
she placed her hand on my cheeks and whispered huskily "Chooso beta ...
aunty ke mammon ko chooso..." Needing no further invitation, I grabbed
her by her shoulder and pulled her towards me. As her massive sagging
boobs smothered my face, I opened my mouth and began to lick all over
them like a man possessed.
Squeezing the soft pliant flesh of one boob with my left hand, I licked and
sucked her other breast, intermittenty biting her thick turgid nipples. She
was breathing heavily, even as she caressed my hair and thrust her tits
into my mouth. Her hand had by now slid down my belly, and slid into
my shorts. As I felt her thick fingers slide inside my boxers and wrap
themselves around my raging hard cock, I let out another groan of
pleasure, and attacked her breasts with renewed vigor. As she struggled
to push down my shorts, I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and
sliding down my khaki shorts and boxers.
While I was pushing down my shorts to bare my big hard cock, she took
hold of her right breast in her right hand, and began to feed it to me,
pushing the thick wet nipple into my mouth. As I finally managed to get
my shorts completely off my legs, I felt her thick pudgy fingers wrap
around the shaft of my cock and squeeze gently. As my head fell back on
the pillows, she slid her mouth down my chest and began to run her
tongue all over my torso, licking my neck, my chest, and my nipples in

the process, even as her fingers continued to manipulate my cock
teasingly. Her massive tits were now pressed against my belly, those
thick turgid nipples grazing my belly button.
As her fingers slid down my shaft and began to manipulate my swollen
balls, I groaned "Aunty ... chooso ... chooso mere lund ko..." Hearing
these words, she straightened once again, and adjusting her gold-rimmed
spectacles, smiled at me gently. She slid off the bed, and positioned
herself on her knees on the floor right next to the bed. Pulling my legs
towards her, so that they were now partly off the bed, she positioned
herself between my spread thighs, my cock standing up rigidly like a flag
pole. "Apne pair upar utthao beta..." she whispered urgently, urging me
to pull my legs up towards my chest, bent at the knees. As she pushed my
legs towards my torso, and held them pressed against my chest with both
her hands, she lowered her head and began to lick on my swollen balls
with her hot wet tongue.
As I felt her tongue on my balls, I groaned with pleasure and my cock
jerked. "Oh aunty..." I cried out, even as she began to tongue my balls
earnestly. And then to my shock, she lowered and head further and
began to run her tongue along the crack of my outstretched arse! I
groaned with intense pleasure, even as she spread my ass-cheeks and
pushed her tonge between the crack of my ass, licking my arse-hole with
her thick juicy tongue! I threw back my head on the pillow, and squirmed
with pleasure. I had never experienced a woman licking my ass-hole
below, and my cock was jerking so much now, I was afraid I would shoot
my load right there and then.
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"Bas aunty ... bas..." I almost screamed, grabbing her by the bun of her
hair and pulling her face away from my ass. As she came up, she looked
at me with genuine concern in her eyes and asked "Kya hua beta ...
tumhe acchhaa nahi lagaa ... maine socha ki..." "Oh aunty..." I cut her off,
" ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha thha ki mujhe dar tha ki mera abhi paani
na chhoot jaye..." Hearing that, a slow smile of relief and pride came into
her face. She was still on her knees on the floor between my outstretched
thighs, and with that same lusty smile on her face; she gently took my
rampant hard cock in her pudgy hands. She smeared the pre-cum which
was oozing out of the tip of my cock, all over my cock, and began to
gently stroke me, looking into my eyes with love.
Hefting her massive dangling left breast with her left hand, she took hold
of my cock with her right, and began to rub the wet tip of my swollen
cock against her thick turgid nipple. This caused my cock to jerk once
again, and a fresh lot of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my blood gorged
cock head. Seeing this, she proceeded to heft both of her massive
mammaries in her hands, and wrapped them around the shaft of my
cock, smearing the pre-cum all along the length of my shaft with those
incredibly huge breasts of hers. Trapping my cock in between the valley
of her mammoth tits, she began to pump her breasts up and down along
the length of my cock, while looking up at my face. I propped myself on
the bed supported by my hands behind me, to look at her.
Once again, I couldn't help thinking how incredibly lucky I was to have
this busty matue 48-year old widowed school teacher, here between my
legs, her hair beginning to grey at the temples, and wearing the gold-
rimmed spectacles I had bought her yesterday, pleasuring my cock with
those massive breasts of hers, her blouse open, and her matronly bra
cups pushed up above those incredibly massive sagging breasts.
Reaching out to caress her cheeks with my hand, I said to her urgently
"Aunty ... please ... mera lund chooso na..." Continuing to hold both her
breasts around my cock, and pump my cock between them, the
mammaries slapping against my thighs each time they came down, she
said between breaths "Beta ... main ... main tumko usse bhi acchha kuchh
bataati hoon..." "Woh kya aunty..." I asked her between gasps, fearing
that my cock would erupt any time between her mammoth tits. "Beta ...
aunty ko tumhara lund chuswane ki jagah ... tum ... tum apne lund se ...
apne lund se aunty ke moonh ko chodo..." she managed to say in a husky
whisper, still pumping my cock with her breasts. My cock almost erupted
hearing these words. My 48-year old Mayuri ben was asking me to fuck
her mouth! Pretending not to understand what she was saying, I asked
her innocently "Mujhe samajh mein nahi aaya aunty ... woh kaise karoon
main..."
With a knowing smile, she replied "Aunty tumhe samjhayegi beta ...
aunty tumhe sab kucch sikhayegi ... tum chinta mat karo..." her motherly
instincts taking over. Letting go off my cock, she shifted herself with
difficulty and sat down on the floor. Sitting on the floor, with her back
resting against the bed, she asked me to come in front of her. Caressing
my thighs as I stood infront of her, she said "Ab beta ... tum apne lund ko
aunty ke moonh mein dalo ... aur ... aur aise karo jaise ... jaise ki tum
aunty ko ... aunty ko choot mein chod rahe ho..." As I looked at my 48-
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year old Mayuri ben sitting on the floor like this, legs stretched out, her
petticoat pulled up almost to her thighs, her blouse open, and her bra
cups pulled up, her massive pendulous breasts hanging free and resting
on her belly, inviting me to fuck her mouth, I couldn't help but feel power
course through my body.
Placing my legs on either side of her thighs, I bent my knees slightly, and
taking my cock in my hand, rubbed it against her face, finally bringing it
to rest against her thick coarse lips. As my wet cockhead touched against
her lips, she parted her lips, and with a groan I pushed my swollen cock
into her open mouth. "Ummhhhh..." she moaned, as my thick cock slid
into her waiting moist mouth. She responded by lashing her tongue
against my thick cock, and grabbing hold my ass to push my cock deeper
into her mouth. As she rested her head against the bed, I grabbed her by
her hair and began to thrust my cock into her willing mouth.
As my cock slid into her mouth and almost pushed against her throat,
she gagged and her throat constricted around my cock head, causing her
shudder involuntarily. I hastily pulled out my cock out of her mouth,
even as her saliva drooled out of the sides of her mouth. "Aunty..." I
began to say with concern, only to have her cut me off by saying "Nahi
beta ... chinta mat karo ... tum karo ... bas ab aunty ko yeh karne ke aadat
nahi hai na ... isliye..." With that, she pulled me by my hips and once
again helped me push my cock into her mouth. This time, she adjusted
better, and took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. As I began
to fuck her mouth, the length of my cock disappearing into her willing
mouth with each thrust, I felt my heavy swollen balls slap against her
chin. She grabbed hold of her breast with one hand and began to squeeze
it hard, her other hand supporting my buttocks and guiding my cock into
her mouth.
By now, I was beyond myself, and grabbing hold of the bun of her hair,
began to thrust my cock into her mouth vigorously. As my cock ravaged
the throat of this 48-year old neighbouring aunty, she gagged a couple of
times, causing a mixture of her saliva and bile to dribble out of the sides
of her mouth, sliding down her chin to fall on her heaving breasts. As I
fucked her mouth relentlessly, my thick cock stretching her throat, her
head pushed back on the bed, I saw that she was struggling to breathe.
Feeling a tinge of pity for her, I pulled out my cock out of her mouth. As
my wet cock slid out of her mouth, she took in deep breaths, her massive
chest heaving with the effort.
Looking down at this mature widow between my legs, as she adjusted her
glasses and took in deep lungfuls of breath, my cock jerked
spasmodically, my swollen cum-filled balls threatening to explode.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her pudgy hands, she looked up at me
and smiled her face and chin wet with her drooling saliva. Opening her
mouth, she once again guided my cock into her mouth. As I looked down
at my cock disappearing into her willing mouth once again, I also noticed
that she was pulling up her petticoat and spreading her outstretched
thighs, bringing her massive thunderous thighs to my view. Slding her
hands inside her old fashioned black panties, she began to finger her
vagina with gusto, even as I continued to fuck her mouth had, my balls
slapping against her chin. The sight of her fingering her pussy as I fucked
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her mouth drove me wild.

I had originally planned to cum in her mouth, but seeing what she was
doing I changed my mind and said to her between gasps "Aunty ... aunty
... mujhe aapko ab chodna hai..." "Oh beta ... tumne to mere dil ki baat
sun li..." she said as I slid my cock out of her mouth, "Dekho ... aunty ki
choot kitni geeli ho gayi hai..." she continued, as she quickly slid off her
black old-fashioned cotton panties of her legs, her petticoat pulled up to
bare her hairy cunt. I noticed that she had trimmed the hair on her
pussy, and I could see the thick puffy lips of her pussy through the
trimmed black hair. The sight of her spreading her massively fat thighs,
and thrusting two fingers inside her sopping wet hairy pussy drove me
mad. I quickly lay down on the bed, my legs dangling from the bed, and
beckoned for her to come on top of me. She got up heavily from her
sitting position, and clambered on top of me. Placing her knees on either
side of my waist, she proceeded to haul up her petticoat.
The heavy old woman that she was, with some difficulty she positioned
herself such that her thick puffy mature pussy was positioned right above
my cock. The leaning forward, she rested her left hand on the bed next to
my head to support herself, which caused her massive boobs to swing
lusciously right in front of my face. With her right hand, she reached
between her thighs and taking hold of my rigid shaft, guided it to the
opening of her mature gash. With a groan, she sat down on me, driving
my throbbing manhood right into the depths of her soppy wet cunt. As
she felt the girth of my cock fill up her mature well used cunt, she let out
a grunt of pleasure, and groaned "Oh mara dikra ... chod mane ... chod
taari Mayuri maasi ne..." With that she settled her weight fully on my
pelvis, and began to rock back and forth on my cock.
I had said earlier that the feeling of my cock in her wet cunt was akin to
dipping my cock in a vat of hot oil. The heavy woman that she was, I had
difficulty in bearing the weight of her massive body on my pelvis. By
now, she had closed her eyes, and resting both her hands on either side
of my face, began to grind her hips on mine, causing my cock to slide
back and forth in the depths of her pussy. Those humungous mammaries
dangling in front of my face were difficult to resist, and I grabbed them
greedily with both hands. Mauling on them mercilessly, I pinched and
rolled her thick turgid nipples between my fingers, eliciting moans of
pleasure from her. Not content with the position in which she was
fucking me, she straightened her back and with some difficulty, sat on
her haunches in a squatting position. Her cunt was so deep and wide that
I could imagine it was difficult for a cock of my size to fill her.
As she reached forward to support herself on my chest, I could see her
massive thighs spread wide and her crotch, those thick lips of her pussy
spread wide showing the dark red flesh inside, and my cock entering her
pussy. To my amazement, this heavy mature 48-year old woman then
began to raise her hips and thrust her pussy down on my raging
manhood. Her whole massive body shuddered each time she thrust down
on my cock, driving my cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her
mature cunt. The weight of her body driving down on my cock, her
impossibly huge fat ass hitting against my swoleen balls, was making me
wince with some pain. But she was past caring, and with her a look of lust
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in her eyes, looked me in my eyes, and continued to hump me heavily.

Seeing that she was beginning to tire with the effort of fucking me from
top, I grabbed hold of her huge ass and helped her move her ass.
However, she soon collapsed on me, her breath coming in short gasps,
and her humungous pendulous breasts squashed against my chest. I
helped her roll off my body, and got her to turn around on her belly, and
get on all fours. As I looked at the mirror by the side of the bed, I was
greeted with the most erotic sight of my horny 48-year old Mayuri ben on
all fours on my bed, her blouse open to allow her humungous
mammaries to dangle freely, and her petticoat pulled up to expose her
massive thighs and the impossibly huge and fat ass. Grabbing hold of her
fat ass, I positioned myself on my knees behind her, and taking hold of
my cock with one hand, rubbed the tip against her bared arse-hole and
the gaping wide opening of her pussy below. As I ran my finger tip on the
opening of her anus, she shivered and looked at me in the mirror.
As my eyes met hers in the mirror, she said hoarsely "Beta ... main jaanti
hoon ki Mayuri maasi ke choot tumhare liye bahut dheeli padti hai ...
agar tum ... tum chaaho to ... to tum aunty ki ... aunty ki ghaand bhi maar
sakte ho..." Hearing this incredibly filthy and coarse words from the
mouth of this school teacher, I was almost tempted to ram my cock into
her arse-hole. But I just smiled at her in the mirror, and caressing her ass
said to her "Is baar nahi aunty ... is baar main aapki choot ka swaad
chakhna chaahta hoon ... lekin agli baar main zaroor aapki ghaand ka bhi
mazaa loonga..." In response to my answer, she reached between her
thighs under her, and parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers, said
to me in a hoarse voice "To phir der kaisi Jignesh beta ... daal do apna
lund aunty ki choot mein ... aur chodo tumhari Mayuri maasi ko jaldi..."
Needing no further encouragement, I guided my cock to the opening of
her open mouthed cunt, and rammed my cock into the depths in one
swift motion. As I buried my cock to the hilt inside her wet cunt, she
cried out in pleasure, and buried her face in the pillow on the bed. I
began my final assault on her, by supporting myself on one knee and one
leg, and rapidly thrusting my hard cock in and out of her pussy. As my
hips slammed into her fat ass with each thrust, her ass quivered and her
massive breasts shook like a balloon filled with water. Reaching out to
cup the pliant flesh of her huge fleshy brown-skinned breasts, I began to
fuck her with all my strength. She was moaning continuously now, and
pushing her ass back towards my ravaging cock, trying to take more and
more of my hard cock into her pussy. The sight of my big hard cock
disappearing between the depths of her fat ass, ploughing the depths of
her mature hot cunt, drove me wild, and I began to slap her ass cheeks.
This only aroused her further and she began to scream to me in a coarse
guttural way "Oui maa ... hai ... chod mujhe dikra ... chod mujhe jor se ...
rukna mat ... hai ... hai ... hai..." My relentless fucking was beginning to
have its effect on her, and I could see her grab the bedsheet, even as her
cunt began to contract and squeeze my cock. "Oui maaa..." she screamed
as her orgasm hit her, and her cunt began to contract spasmodically on
my cock, her ass shuddering violently. That was the straw on the camel's
back for me, and I eruped with a loud groan, sending spurt after spurt of
hot boiling semen into the depths of her cunt. As her orgasm ravaged her
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body, she collapsed on the bed, and I fell on top of ass, my cock still
buried inside her hot molten cunt.
As I collapsed on her back, she kept gasping "Oh beta ... oh beta..." again
and again, struggling to catch her breath. I too was having trouble getting
my breath, even as my cock jerked for one final time inside her pussy,
and the last of my cum oozed out of my cock. I could feel the copious
amount of cum I had shot into her pussy, ooze out of her slit, and flow
out. When I finally rolled off her back on to mine, she turned to look at
me and said with a smile "Mazaa aaya beta?" even as she hefted one of
her humungous tits, and rubbed it against my cheeks. Taking her
proferred teat into my mouth, I mumbled "Haan bahut mazaa aaya aunty
... kaash main aapke in bade mammon se doodk pee sakta..." my mouth
chewing on her nipples and suckling on her breasts like a hungry child.
Caressing my face, and wiping the sweat off my brow, she said with a
little chuckle and a merry twinkle in her eyes "Koi baat nahi beta ... aunty
uska bhi intazaam kar degi tumhare liye..." as she smiled enigmatically.
"Kya matlab aunty" I asked with genuine curiosity. "Woh aunty ki taraf
se tumhare liye surprise present hoga ... bas kal tak intazaar karna" she
once again replied enigmatically, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Realizing I was not going to get any answers from her at that time, I
asked her "Aur aunty ... aap mujhe kab mauka doge ... aapki ghaand
mein mera lund daalne ka..." Laughing, she patted my face and said,
"Uske liye to tumhe intazaar karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... woh to tum jab
chaaho kar sakte ho..." I just laughed in return and kissed her on the
mouth.
Later as she was putting on her sari, she said to me "Beta ... maine jo kal
kaha thha woh yaad rakhna ... jab bhi tumhe meri zaroorat ho ... tum
mere paas aa jaana ... aunty tumhare liye hamesha taiyaar rahegi ... and
tumhari har seva karegi..." I just smiled and hugged her huge body
warmly, pressing myself against her plush mammaries. "Main jo tumse
bolne aayi thhi ... woh to bhook hi gayi thhi ... aaj meri beti Amisha ka
birthday hai ... to hamne ghar par aaj shaam ko ek party rakhi hai ... tum
aaoge na beta?" she asked pleadingly. "Oh" I said with surprise, "Zaroor
aaoonga aunty..." I replied quickly.
The thought of meeting Mayuri ben's sexy young teenage daughter was
not a chance I was going to let by. I had even figured out what birthday
present I would buy her. As she finished putting on her clothes, she said
"Main usko bol rahi hoon ki uske doston ke liye main ghar par hi khaana
banaoongi ... par woh zid kar rahi hai ki usko bahar hotel se khaana
mangwana hai ... usi ko lekar ghar par moonh phulakar baithi hai who ...
tum hi bataao main kya karoon ... bahar hotel se khaana mangwana itna
mehenga padta hai..." she continued to complain in a meek voice. Putting
my arms around her, I said "Arre aunty ... mere hote huey aap in sab
cheezo ki kyun chinta karti ho ... aap meri itni seva karte ho to main kya
apni Amisha ke liye itna bhi nahin kar sakta?" I chided her. "Aap chinta
mat karo ... khaana main hotel ke catering se intazaam kar doonga ... aap
bas sirf nashte ka intazaam kar dena..." "Oh beta ... nahin nahin..." she
began to protest.
But I knew fully well that that was precisely the reason she had come to
me again and let me fuck her. She needed my help. With a smile, I said
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"Bas baat khatam aunty ... khane ka intazaam ho gaya samajh lo ...
Amisha ko keh dena uske Jignesh bhaiya ne sab intazaam kar diya hai..."
On an after thought, I took my wallet from the drawyer and handed her 3
five hundred rupee notes. Pressing it into her hands, I said to her
tenderly "Yeh rakh lo aunty ... aaj nashta aur doosra samaan khareedne
mein kaam aayenge..." "Beta..." she began to protest. I just cut her off by
pressing my mouth to hers, and kissing her passionately. She hugged me
tightly, and then as I let go off her, she took my hands into hers and
kissed the back of my palms gratefully. "Thank you beta ... thank you..."
she said gratefully, kissing my hand again. I helped her out the door,
promising to be at her place for her daughter's birthday party in the
evening.
After Mayuri ben left, I quickly dressed and went to the city. There I
bought a brand new BSA SLR Lady Bird bicycle for Mayuri ben's
daughter as a birthday gift for her. I also bought a bottle of expensive
foreign perfume for her, which was gift-wrapped nicely. After arranging
for the bicycle to be delivered at my place in the evening, I headed back. I
took a quick nap, and got up towards evening. Taking a quick shower, I
changed into a fashionable kurta and jeans. The bicycle I had bought for
Amisha had been delivered to my place a while back. I headed to Mayuri
ben's place with the bicycle, picking up a bouquet of flowers on the way.
As I reached their house, I saw many bicycles parked outside, which
probably belonged to Amisha's friends who would have come for her
birthday party. I was pleased to note that not one of them was a
LadyBird. Since the door was open, I walked in confidently and

announced "So where's the birthday girl!" At once, Amisha jumped up
from where they were all sitting in the living room, and exclaimed "Oh
Jignesh bhaiya ... we were waiting for you only to cut the cake ... aapne
kitni der laga di..." Handing her the flowers, I said "Happy b'day Amisha
... sorry I got late..." "Oh thank you so much bhaiya..." she said
coquettishly, blinking her eyes, as she took the flowers from my hands.
She was wearing her school uniform of the beige coloured skirt and white
shirt, and I couldn't help but notice how her firm 32-B breasts strained in
their bra under her white school shirt. Taking hold of my hand, she said
"Bhaiya ... let me introduce you to my friends..." There were 6 girls and 2
boys in all, all still in their school uniforms, though some of them had got
rid of their tie. As I was introduced one by one to this gang of sexy
teenage schoolgirls, my cock gave a twitch of appreciation inside my
jeans.
First up, there was Krutika, by far the sexiest girl of the lot, who also
happened to be Amisha's best friend. She was incredibly fair, with short
fashionably cut hair, and a Barbie doll like face. Her body was well
developed for her age, and by the way her tits strained inside the white
school shirt, I guessed she wore a 32-C cup bra. Then there was a thin
Punjabi girl by the name of Gunjan, who just couldn't stop giggling as I
shook her hands. She was tall and really slender, and by the shape of her
pert little 30-B breasts in the white shirt, I could make out that she wore
a petticoat under the shirt instead of a bra. Her hair was tied in two
braids that lay on either shoulder. The third teengage girl was the type of
which male fantasies are made of. She was a plump moon-faced Bengali
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teenager by the name of Moushmi, whose breasts you just could not help
take note of.
Her structure was a lot like Sejal in many ways, with hair tied in a single
pony tail, except that she was a shade darker, and not as cute. Her
breasts were huge for her size, and I estimated that she, like Sejal, was
atleast a 36-C. She was the shy type, and was conservatively dressed in
skirt which was longer than that of most of the other girls, reacing down
well below her knees to her calves.
Then there was this dark, thin and sexy South Indian teenager named
Mini, who oozed sexiness from every part of her body. She was dusky,
with hair tied in a single pony tail, and seemed a little cocky in her
attitude. The top button of her shirt was left fashionably open, and I
could see that she was also the type who only wore a bra (no petticoat)
under her shirt, the size being similar to that of Amisha, i.e., a 32-B.
The other two girls were Rakhi and Gayathri. Rakhi was an average
looking Maharashtrian girl, wheat complexioned and with rather non-
descript tits. Gayathri, on the other hand, was a big girl, by any
standards, and almost as tall as me. She was from Andhra, dark skinned,
with a huge 'Gajini' type body, and really well-developed 34-B breasts,
and a really massive ass. The two boys in the group were rather out of
place, and I did not care to remember their names.
To Be Continued
Part - 16
Having been introduced to all her friends, I asked Amisha to step out
with me for a moment. The moment she saw the brand new bicycle and I
told her that it was her birthday gift; she let out such a squeal of joy that
all her friends rushed out to see what was going on. She was so excited to
see the bicycle, that she flung her arms around me with unbridled joy
and hugged me, saying "Thank you, thank you..." again and again. This is
what I was driving at, and I took great pleasure in feeling her young
teenage body and those young firm breasts press against my chest. All
the other girls were congratulating her on her gift, and I could see all of
them looking at me with a new kind of respect in their eyes.
Hearing the commotion, Mayuri ben also came out, and when Amisha
excitedly told her what I had gifted her, she gave me a big smile that was
a mix of gratitude and affection. With a look of mock sternness on her
face, she said "Arre beta, why did you have to buy such an expensive
cycle for her ... now you are surely going to spoil her..." I smiled at her,
and turning to Amisha, said "Anything to make Amisha happy on her
birthday aunty..." This made Amisha beam with pleasure, and she once
again took my hand in hers and shook it vigorously, giving her mother a
naughty smile in the process. Shaking her head in mock exasperation,
Mayuri ben took hold of my arm, and leading me inside, said "OK, now
all of you come inside ... Jignesh bhai is here, so let us now cut the
cake..." As we all trooped inside, I followed Mayuri ben into the kitchen,
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thoroughly enjoying the way she allowed her massive breasts to rub
against my arms.
As I entered the kitchen, I saw that there were two other women in the
kitchen. One of them was Seema, the 23-year old elder daughter of
Mayuri ben. As I mentioned earlier, she was in the same mould as her
mother; plump, heavyset, and buxom, though her complexion was lighter
than that of Mayuri ben. She was slightly taller than Amisha, and much
bigger built over all. She was dressed in a salwar-kameez, the short
kameez being a really figure hugging one, showing off the well-rounded
contours of her prominent breasts, while the salwar was a loose baggy
one. Her facial features had inherited the same stern look that her
mother had, her hair tied in a rather matronly bun behind her head; and
as my eyes took in her body, I guessed that she was a 34-C. and that with
age; her breasts would probably become much bigger than her mother's.
Her face lit up into a broad smile, as Mayuri ben introduced me to her.
Looking at me with a warm smile, she said to her mother "Oh mummy ...
I know Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to introduce him to me ... but I am
not sure if he knows me..." her voice trailing off. Reaching out with my
hand to shake hers, I said "Oh come on Seema didi ... why are you talking
like that ... of course I know you ... it's just that we never got a chance to
talk before..." My reply pleased her, and she just smiled shyly in return.
"Mummy told me about all that you have done for her Jignesh bhai..."
she said with genuine gratitude in her voice, " ... we are ... we are very
grateful..." I did not know what to say, so I just looked at Mayuri ben
helplessly. Seeing my look, Mayuri ben beamed at said to her daughter

"See I told you no Seema ... his heart is so big ... he doesn't even want to
hear our thanks..." as she once again squeezed my arm. I just said "Oh
aunty ... aap bhi na..." As my attentioned moved to the other woman in
the kitchen, Mayuri ben exclaimed "Oh how silly of me ... I almost forgot
to introduce you to Alka bhabhi..."
She was kneading some dough, and as Mayuri ben introduced her to me,
she turned to look at me with a rather embarrassed smile. Nodding her
head towards me, she said with a smile "Kem chho ... Jignesh bhai..." in a
rather meek voice. I responded by folding my hands in a namaste and
said "I am fine Alka aunty ... it's a pleasure to meet you..." "Oh please
don't embarrass me by calling me 'aunty'..." she said blushing, wringing
her hands to clear the dough which was sticking to her fingers.
Alka bhabhi was a typical Gujarati housewife, about 27 years of age. She
was of average height, about 5' 4", and was attired in a sari tied the
Gujarati fashion, with the pallu on the left shoulder. She had a pleasant
round face, and was quite fair when compared to Mayuri ben and Seema.
There was something radiant about the way her fair skin glowed, the
blood bringing colour to her cheeks when she smiled. That glow on her
skin was the type which only pregnant women or young mothers could
have. I was to realize soon that I was not too far off the mark in my
assessment.
Her hair was tied tightly in a bun, favoured by most Gujarati housewives,
and I loved the way the parting of her hair was adorned with red
sindhoor. She had a lush ripe body, with swollen 34-D breasts that were
rather out of proportion to her otherwise slightly built body. As she was
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leaning forward slightly and keading the dough for pooris, I could see the
deep cleavage at the neck of her deep-cut red blouse. In this position, I
could also glimpse the side portion of her rather fleshy rounded belly just
above the waist-line of her sari. I also noted that she had mehendi on her
hands, probably on account of some wedding she would have attended
recently, and she wore a handful of red glass bangles on both hands. Her
waist flared out into wide hips, adorned by that incredibly heavy round
ass that most Gujarati housewives seem to develop after marriage.
As I inadvertently gazed at her, she turned her eyes away in an
embarrassed manner, and resumed her kneading of the dough. As I too
turned my eyes away, embarrassed at being caught staring, I noticed that
Mayuri ben had seen my look, and she just gave me a knowing smile. To
break the awkward silence, I had a sudden burst of inspiration, and
turning to Seema, I said "Oh Seema didi ... I almost forgot ... I got
something for you..." Unslinging my backpack from my shoulder, I
extracted the gift-wrapped bottle of perfume which I had originally
bought for Amisha, and presented it to her. Seeing that, Seema's eyes
grew wide, and her hands flew to her mouth in surprise. "Oh Jignesh
bhai..." she exclaimed, as she took the gift from my hands.
Struggling to find words to express her joy, she blurted "Oh Jignesh bhai
... oh ... iski kya zaroorat thhi..." Back on familiar turf now, I just smiled
and replied "Maine Mayuri aunty ko meri taraf se gift diya thhaa ... aur
ab Amisha ko bhi uske birthday ke liye gift diya hai ... to main aapko
kaise bhool sakta thha, didi..." "Oh thank you so much ... thank you so
much..." she continued to exclaim, even as her hands kept fluttering from
her face to her chest, struggling to suppress her joy. Seeing this, Mayuri
ben came closer to me, and putting her hand around my shoulder in such
a way that her humungous breasts pressed against my arms, said to Alka
bhabhi "Dekha na Alka ... maine kya kaha thha ... ye hamara Jignesh beta
kitna dildaar hai ... sabke baare me sochta hai..." I just soaked in the
adulation, even as I enjoyed the feel of her rubbing my back lovingly, and
her massive pendulous breast pressing against my arm. Alka bhabhi just
smiled at me warmly, and nodded her head.
As Seema and Alka bhabhi got busy with the preparations, Mayuri ben
pulled me aside and began to give me accounts for the things she had
used the money I had given her for. I cut her off mid-way saying she was
making me feel awkward by doing that and that it was her money and for
her to decide where to spend. In all, she told me that she had spent all
the money buying the cake, some wafers, cold drinks and other snacks
for the party. Soon, the cake was cut, and Amisha, floored that she was
with her gift, made it a point to feed me with the first piece of cake. I
made myself useful around the house, helping the three women with
numerous tasks. All the girls and the two boys headed to the terrace of
the house to play silly games that school girls seem obsessed with.
The caterers, from whom I had ordered for the food, arrived shortly, and
Mayuri ben made it a point to look at the bill as I was paying them. It
came to about five thousand rupees, and I saw the look of dismay on
Mayuri ben's face when she saw the bill. Without a word, she took the bill
from my hand and showed it to her elder daughter Seema, who also gave
me a look of silent gratitude. The kids were having a ball of a time, as
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could be made out from the peals of laughter we could hear from the
terrace. Having transferred the food from the containers into serving
vessels, Seema and Alka bhabhi began to carry it one by one to the
terrace, where a small table had been laid out to serve the food. As they
went up to the terrace, Mayuri ben grabbed hold me by my hand and led
me into the bedroom. Taking advantage of the fact that we were alone for
a moment, she embraced me, pressing her huge pillowy breasts to my
chest and kissed me deep on the mouth. I responded with vigour,
thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she whispered earnestly, "Beta ... I don't
know what to say ... but thank you so much for everything you are
doing..." even as she ground her hips against mine. My cock, which was
at half mast all this while, hardened instantly, and she could feel the
bulge of it press against her prodigious belly. Her face creased into a slow
smile, and sliding down her pudgy hands between our bodies, she
caressed my swollen shaft through my jeans. "Oh beta ... tumhara to
khada ho gaya hai... ""Kya karoon aunty ... aap ko jab bhi dekhta hoon ...
aisa hi hota hai..." I replied with a grin, pressing my cock further on to
her bulging belly. "Ohh beta..." she moaned, squeezing my cock through
the jeans. "Beta..." she continued " ... maine tumhe se kaha thha na ki
main tumhari ek khwaish poori karoongi..." referring to her rather
cryptic answer when I had said to her earlier today that I wished I could
drink milk from her mammoth breasts. "Isi liye maine aaj Alka ko
yahaan bulaya hai..." she said, continuing to rub my back with one hand,
while the other stroked and squeezed my cock through my jeans. "Uske
do bacchhe hain ... ek teen saal ki ladki ... aur doosri bacchhu abhi sirf 7
mahine ki hai..." she continued.
After a pause, she spoke again "Is liye ... is liye ... woh apne bacchhe ko
doodh pilaati hai ... aur uske ... uske mammon mein doodh hai..." she
blurted out. Seeing the look of apprehension on my face, she said "Tum
chinta mat karo beta ... maine usse baat kar li hai ... maine usko sab
samjha diya hai ... woh tumhari sab seva karne ko taiyyaar hai ... bas itna
bataao ki kya tumhe woh pasand hai..." "Haan aunty, pasand to hai ... but
aunty, how can I..." I began to protest. She cut me off, and replied "Suno
beta ... woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai ... uske marad ka kaam ka koi
thikana nahi hai ... bechaari ko apne do bacchhon ko paalna hai ... us par
thhodi daya kar do ... us bechaari ko paiso ke bahut zaroorat hai..."
continued Mayuri ben trying to convince me to take Alka bhabhi.
My head was swimming at these words. This matronly 48-year old
Mayuri ben was tyring to pimp a young married housewife to me,
pleading with me to fuck her for money. The thought revolted and
excited me at the same time, and I just kept quiet, wondering what I
should say. Seeing my discomfiture, Mayuri ben took my hands in hers,
and pressing it to her massive breasts through the sari, said to me
enticingly "Dekho beta ... tumhari Mayuri aunty tumhare liye hamesha
taiyyar hai ... aur aunty tumhare liye jitni chaaho ladkiyon ka intazaam
kar sakti hai ... bas tum is bechaari Alka par thhodi si daya kar do..." I
was still struggling to come to terms with what she was saying and so she
continued "Tum usko beech beech main thhode se paise dete rehna ...
zyaada nahin ... bas 500 rupees ... main jaanti hoon ki usko paiso ki
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bahut zaroorat hai ... par woh bahut sharminda hai ... use aisa nahin
lagna chaahiye ki tum usko ek ... ek randi ki tarah istemaal kar rahe ho..."
My head still swimming, I shook my head, even as she continued to plead
"Beta ... main guarantee deti hoon ki woh tumhe poori tarah se khush kar
degi ... dekho usko badan ab bhi jawaan hai ... please beta ... mana mat
karna..." With a deep sigh, I replied "Theek hai aunty ... aap itna keh rahe
ho to main karoonga ... par ... par agar mujhe zara sa bhi ehsaas hua ki
woh is cheez se raazi nahi hai to ... to main aage nahi badhoonga ...
aakhir meri izzat ka sawaal hai ... agar Alka bhabhi ne iske baare mein
kisi se kucchh kaha to ... to meiin badnaam ho jaoonga..." "Nahin beta ...
aisa kucchh nahin hoga ... iski main tumhe guarantee deti hoon..." she
replied instantly, pressing herself closer to me. Just as she said this, we
heard noises of Seema and Alka bhabhi coming back into the kitchen,
and so we hastily separated and went back into the kitchen.
As we re-entered the kitchen, Mayuri ben gave Alka bhabhi a brief nod of
her head and a smile, which caused her face to redden. Alka bhabhi stole
a quick scared glance at me, before looking away uncomfortably. Mayuri
ben just gave me a re-assuring smile. Not being able to face Alka bhabhi
at that moment, I picked up some more serving vessels and accompanied
Seema to the terrace again. The kids were having a gala time, playing
antakshari, and generally making a big racket. Seeing the lavish spread of
food, they all let out a whoop of joy. Amisha ran up to me, and grabbing
hold of my hand said "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... yeh sab aapne mangwaya
hai..." Before I could say anything, Seema interjected "Haan meri pyaari
behna, tumhare Jignesh bhaiya ne hi yeh sab intazaam kiya hai tumhare
birthday ke liye " giving me a warm smile in the process.
Hearing this, Amisha threw her arms around me, and hugged me tight
without a care in the world. She reached only upto my chest, and the feel
of her ripe young teenage body and those firm breasts pressing against
my chest, sent a thrill of excitement through my body. Krutika, the sexy
doll-faced best friend of Amisha, who was standing near-by, gave me a
rather flirty smile, and looking at me, said to Amisha "Tu kitni lucky hai
Amisha ... kaash mere paas bhi Jignesh bhaiya jaisa koi hota..." Amisha
made a face, and retorted tarly "Jignesh bhaiya sirf mere hain ... tu inse
door hi rehna..." which elicited a lot of laughter from all the other girls,
and Krutika's pink face flushed with excitement. I just smiled, and as
something else caught Amisha's attention, I gave a quick wink to Krutika.
That surprised and pleased her immensely, and she smiled back
coquettishly, biting her lips in the process.
As I headed down once again to help with proceedings, Seema was
coming up the stairs with another set of dishes. The staircase was
narrow, and so as I smiled and stood to one side to let her pause, her big
firm breasts brushed against my arms and her huge wide hips also
rubbed against the side of my thighs. As this happened, she looked up
towards my face, and let out a shy smile. I just smiled in return, and got
on my way. Soon, Mayuri ben, Seema, Alka bhabhi and I returned to the
terrace, and all of us began to have food. Everyone split into smaller
groups, and began to chat.
Mayuri ben, Alka bhabhi, and Seema were talking together, and Seema
made it a point to fuss over me, making sure that my plate was full at all
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times, and at other times ensuring that the girls & boys were getting what
they wanted. Amisha and Krutika were sitting in one corner, and
engaged in a deep conversation, and I noticed that both of them were
looking at me intermittently and smiling. Gunjan, the thin Punjabi girl
with the smallest pair of tits I had seen on a girl, was her usual giggly self,
and tyring to flirt with the two boys, who were looking distinctly
uncomfortable in this all-girls crowd. Moushmi, the plump busty Bengali
girl was with Mini, the slim and dusky Keralite girl; and they seemed to
be in deep conversation. Only the two docile girls in the group, Rakhi the
Maharashtrian girl, and Gayathri, the huge Andhra girl, were looking a
little out of place, and standing by themselves in one corner, eating
silently from their plates.
Seeing that they were rather lonely, I walked up to them with my plate.
Seeing me approach, the two girls stiffened, and smiled shyly. I flashed
my most disarming smile in return, and said "I hope you are having
fun..." "Oh yes bhaiya ... yes ... thank you..." both of them blurted out
together. I engaged them in casual small talk, and tried to get them
comfortable. It turned out that both these girls were new to the school,
and had come from outside the state. Gayathri, the dark heavily built girl
from Andhra, was not very comfortable with Hindi; while Rakhi, the
Marathi girl was a father-less child, having lost her father a few years
back. I got them both talking in a few minutes time, and even took the
liberty of casually touching them on their arm or patting their back, as I
cracked some jokes to make them laugh.
I noticed how the other groups of girls were stealing envious glances at
us. I leant back against the parapet of the terrace as I continued to eat,
and stood really close to Gayathri, so that she was right next to me, and
my hips were touching hers, where she also stood leaning against the
parapet. Finishing my food, I kept my plate aside, and leaned back
against the parapet once again, resting both my hands on the edge of the
parapet. In this position, my right hand was just behind Gayathri's big
ass, and was touching her butt lightly. Feeling my hand touch her butt,
she hastily looked at me, but made no attempt to move away. As I
continued to chat and joke, I made it a point to let her see me gazing at
her well developed 34-B breasts that were straining through the fabric of
her white cotton school shirt.
As she caught my glance, an embarrassed look came to her face, and her
hands automatically went to the button at the neck of her shirt, and
began to fiddle with it in sub consciously. Meanwhile, Rakhi, the other
girl, who was standing on my left side finished her food, and as she was
looking for a place to keep the plate, I reached out with my left hand to
take the plate from her hand; a movement which caused my elbow to rub
against her small but firm 30-B breasts. As I felt the tender young flesh
of her firm breasts press against my elbow, I let my arm linger in that
position for a moment longer than necessary, and looked her in the eye.
To my joy, she made no attempt to move away, and with a smile saying
"Thank you..." allowed me to take the plate from her hand.
Since everybody had finished their food by now, I began to help the
ladies of the house with clearing the dishes. As the 3 women and I began
to take the dishes down one by one, Mini, the dusky slim Keralite girl
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accompanied us downstairs with some plates. She was a hot little piece of
ass, and swayed her slender ass generously as she walked, and there was
always a hint of a teasing smile playing on her lips. She wore the shortest
skirt among the girls in the group, which showed a fair bit of her dark
slim thighs above her knees. As the Mayuri ben, Seema, and Alka bhabhi
headed back upstairs to gather the rest of the plates, Mini stayed back on
some pretext.
The moment we were alone in the kitchen, she came up to me and said
"Hi bhaiya..." the same teasing smile playing on her sexy dark face. "Hi
Mini..." I replied, flashing my most charming smile. She smiled broadly
again, and pushing away a stray lock of hair from her face, said "Umm ...
bhaiya ... I just wanted to say thank you to you for arranging such a nice
party..." "Well, you are always welcome, my dear Mini..." I replied
charmingly, a teasing smile playing on my lips also. "So is there anything
else you wanted to say, Mini..." I enquired teasingly. She blushed, and
blinking her long eyelashes, mumbled "Umm ... no bhaiya..." "Ok, then
can I say something now?" I asked her flirtatiously. Surprised, she
replied "What ... oh sure, bhaiya ... why not..." With a slow smile, I said
"For that you will have to come closer..." Caught unawares, she gawked at
me, and then a slow smile came to her face.
Throwing a glance at the kitchen door to check if someone was coming,
and once sure that no one was, she approached me hesitantly, and stood
very close to me, her hands clutched together in front of her skirt, and
twisting herself on her toes to and fro. Leaning forward slightly, I placed
my hand on her waist, and squeezing the taut flesh of her slim waist,
whispered into her ear "I think you are very sexy Mini..." Hearing these
words, a gasp escaped her dark thin lips, and her hands flew to the top
most button of her shirt, which she had left fashionably open. Continuing
to hold her by her waist with my right left hand, I reached out with my
right, and pushing away a stray strand of hair from her cheek, said "I
mean it ... I think you are the sexiest girl in your group..." As I
straightened and moved my face away from her ears, I saw that her dark
cheeks were flushed with excitement. Hearing noises of someone
approaching the kitchen, she hastily blurted out "Ohh ... thank you ...
thank you bhaiya..." before moving away hastily and running up the
stairs. As she left, she turned around once and flashed me a beautifuy
sexy smile to show how pleased she was with my attention.
Heading back to the terrace, I announced gaily "Ice cream anyone..."
There was a chorus of hurrays, and everyone shouted back "Yes..." Even
the shy, conservative Alka bhabhi, who was busy clearing dishes, looked
at me and smiled. As I turned to go, Seema, Mayuri ben's elder daughter
said "Wait Jignesh bhai ... I will come with you..." "Oh thank you Seema
didi..." I replied as I started down the stairs. Telling her to wait for a
minute, I quicky walked home and picked up my bike. Reaching Mayuri
ben's place on my bike, Seema got on to the pillion seat, ladies style, with
both legs on one side, and placed her hand on my shoulder for support.
As I zoomed off on the bike with Seema, the girls waved to us from the
terrace. As we moved out of eye-sight, I felt Seema adjust her on the
pillion rider's seat behind. With her hand on my shoulder, she leant
forward slightly, causing her big firm breasts to press against my back.
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After a while, she said "Jignesh bhai ... I just wanted you to know how
grateful I am for everything you are doing for mummy and Amisha ... I
just want to say thank you ... I don't know how I can ever repay you for
your kindness..." Straightening my back, I pushed myself back towards to
her to feel her big firm breasts better on my back, and turning my head
sideways, said "Didi ... if you really want to thank me ... then you must do
one thing for me..." "Yes, Jignesh bhai ... tell me what is it that I can
do..." she asked earnestly, leaning forward even more and pressing
herself further towards my back.
Letting go of the handlebar for one moment, I placed my hand on hers
which was resting on my shoulder and said "Didi ... then please stop
calling me Jignesh 'bhai' ... you are elder to me ... so please don't
embarrass me by calling me 'bhai'..." "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she responded
with a sigh, "Sorry, I won't call you bhai ... you are so kind ... I will call
you Jignesh only..." squeezing my shoulder. "Thank you didi..." I replied
with a smile, looking her in the eye over my shoulder. "But Jignesh ... you
must tell me what is it that I can do for you ... your Seema didi is always
there for you ... anytime you need me..." she said with passion in her
voice.
Clearing my throat, I replied "Didi ... I feel ashamed telling you this ...
but ... but I am just feeling so nice to have sitting here so close to me on
the bike ... and ... and feeling your body against me..." She squeezed my
shoulder encouragingly, and pressed herself closer to me, saying "I can
understand Jignesh..." Emboldened by her positive response, I continued
"You know didi ... every since I was in school ... I always had a crush on
you ... its just that I was too shy to come and talk to you..." "Oh
Jignesh..." she signed, squeezing my shoulder again, and wrapping her
left hand around my waist. "Jignesh, didi can understand your needs ... I
and mummy are there for you whenever you need us..." she said in a
earnest voice. Hearing these words, I stiffened.
Realizing that I was shocked, she said to me quickly "Don't be shocked
Jignesh ... I and mummy are very open with each other ... we share
everything with each other ... she has told me everything..." "Didi ... I..." I
stammered. "It's ok my dear Jignesh ... it's ok ... just relax ... mummy
realizes that she is old ... and so ... so ... she cannot satisfy you fully ... so
she has told me to take care of your needs ... please don't be angry with
her ... she is just tyring to make you happy..." Seema continued in an
eager to convince tone. How could I be angry, I thought to myself, still
trying to come to terms with the fact, that a 48-year old mother, and her
busty 23-year old daughter were telling me that I could fuck both of
them; while I lusted for her other 17-year old teenage daughter also.
"Mummy was afraid that you might get angry ... that is why she asked me
to speak to you..." Seema continued
"In fact, she has already spoken to Radhika aunty, whose beauty parlour
I work at, and arranged for you to come there tomorrow afternoon, so
that I can give you a special massage ... and special service..." she said
matter of factly, referring to Radhika Sharma, the 36-year old Punjabi
housewife in our colony, who ran a beauty parlour, where Seema worked
as a beautician. I was shocked to hear that this seemingly respectable
beauty parlour, also offered these kind of 'services', of which I had only
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heard of, and that too only in cities like Bombay. Pressing herself to me
again, and caressing my thigh with her other hand, as we rode on the
bike, Seema urged me "Jignesh bhai ... please don't be angry with my
other ... please tell me you will come ... please give me the opportunity to
do something for you ... I promise you I will not disappoint you ... I will
give you full satisfaction..." she continued to plead in a desperate tone.
Though my heart was racing, I controlled my tone and said in a not-very-
convinced tone "Umm ... ok didi ... I will come..." With relief, she hugged
me tight from behind, and placing her chin on my shoulder, whispered
into my ear "Oh Jignesh ... thank you ... thank you so much ... mummy
will be so happy to hear that you are OK ... and ... and I am also so happy
... so happy to know that I will get a chance to serve you..." I just
squeezed her hand re-assuringly, even as I felt my cock become rock hard
inside the confines of my jeans. We reached the ice-cream shop, and
quickly returned with the ice-cream for. The girls were eagerly waiting
for us to return, and rushed to take the ice-cream.
While I was handing out the cones to all of them, Mini, the sexy Mallu
teenager, made it a point to come from behind and brush her ripe young
breasts on my back on the pretext of taking the ice-cream. When I looked
up at her, she just gave me a seductive smile and trotted away gaily, like
an excited teenage girl. Mayuri ben and Alka bhabhi were downstairs,
cleaning up; while Seema was engaged in conversation with the two out-
of-place girls, Rakhi and Gayathri.
Mini, the cock-teasing sexy bitch, was with the inseperable duo of
Amisha and Krutika, all excited and gay; while Gunjan, the slim rake-
thin Punjabi teenager, was still giggling away to glory and trying to flirt
with the two boys, who by now were looking thoroughly bored. I looked
around to see that Moushmi, the shy plump and busty Bengali girl, was
standing all by herself, and eating her ice-cream quietly. Seeing my
chance, I headed towards her.
As I approached her, she turned around, and seeing me coming, smiled
slowly, a sweet shy smile that made my cock lurch with desire. "Hi
Moushmi..." I greeted her warmly, to which she responed with a very shy
"Hello bhaiya..." As I approached her, I could not but help notice once
again, how huge her breasts were for her age and size. She was short,
only about 5' 3", and plump, with baby fat on her cheeks and body, but
my no means fat. Almost the entire front of her chest was covered by the
huge well rounded pillowy mounds of her 34-C (or perhaps 36-C) breasts
that stretched her school shirt to the limit, and made it look like it was
too small for her body size.
From her mannerisms, I could make out that she was extremely shy and
self conscious, and her long conservative school uniform skirt only
served to make her more desirable to me. Her round moon-face with
prominent cheek bones and round fleshy cheeks broke into a shy smile as
I approached her. "I hope you are not getting bored..." I asked her with a
smile. "Oh no bhaiya ... not at all ... I was just..." she stammered back.
"Don't' worry ... I know how you feel ... even I used to be like this ... I was
never comfortable in large groups..." I said with an easy smile.
I knew I had judged her right by saying that when I saw a look of relief
come to her round face, and she managed to say "Oh ... it's not like that ...
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it's just that..." "It's alright, Moushmi ... you can be free with me..." I said
re-assuringly. "If you are feeling uncomfortable because I have come to
talk to you ... I will go away..." I added in a kind tone. "Oh no bhaiya..."
she blurted out instinctively, and reached out to touch my arm. Then
suddenly embarrassed by her own action, she pulled her hand away
quickly, and averting her gaze from mine "Sorry bhaiya ... I ... I didn't
mean to ... you ... you are right ... I am a little uncomfortable with
people..." she managed to say with great difficulty.
With a warm smile, I reached out and patted her plump cheek, a gesture
which made her blush, and then went and stood by her side, leaning back
against the parapet wall. As we ate our ice-cream in silence, I nudged her
softly with my elbow, and leaning towards her side, whispered to her
"You know Moushmi ... you are the cutest girl in this group ... and ever
since I saw you, I was just dying to come up to you and speak to you..." At
these words, her cheeks reddened, and all she managed to gasp out was
an "Oh..." To encourage her, I continued "So Moushmi ... thank you for
giving me the opportunity to talk to you..." "Oh bhaiya..." She blurted out
"Please don't make me feel so bad ... I am ... I am ... so glad that you ...
that you even bothered to notice me ... and..." her voice trailed off. "It's
impossible for anyone not to notice you Moushmi ... you are so cute ...
and ... and so sexy..." I said smoothly, deciding to take a chance with her.
Once again, she blushed violently, and looking up at my face with a
mixture of pleasure and apprehension, stammered "Ohh ... ohhh ... thank
you ... thank you bhaiya ... for ... for everything..." I just smiled in return,
and very subtely slid my arm around her back, and caressed her back
gently, feeling the soft flesh of her back, and the strap of her bra which
held together her disproportionately big racks. I felt her body stiffen
upon my touch, but she made no attempt to pull away. Just then I saw
Amisha and Krutika walking up towards us, and I subtely moved my
hand away, even as she subtely moved a little away from me.
Coming up to me, Amisha took hold of my hand and said happily "Bhaiya
... all these girls are telling that they want to take a ride of my new cycle ...
so we all just want to go on a round on our cycles..." "Of course baby..." I
replied heartily. "You won't go away no bhaiya ... you will be here only
no..." Amisha chimed, coming really close to me and clutching my hand
desperately. "Of course baby ... I will be here only ... you all go and
come..." I said to her with a smile, even as I noticed Krutika looking at us
with what could only be envy. I winked at her again, and gave her my
best smile, which caused her to smile back in return.
As the girls and boys trooped downstairs, I noticed that the two boys
were standing near my bike and admiring it. Walking up to them, I asked
them if they would want to take a ride. They were elated to hear this, and
happily took the keys of my bike to take it for a spin. As the the boys got
on to the bike and kick-started it, I saw Amisha looking at them with
envy. Calling out to them she said "Hey ... I want to take a ride on the
bike ... it's my birthday ... so take me..." The two boys just laughed, and
zoomed off on the bike. Amisha pouted with hurt and turned to me.
Walking up to her, I wrapped my arm around her waist and said "Hey
baby ... don't be sad ... I will take you for a ride later ... ok..." She cheered
up upon hearing my words, and clapped her hands together and jumped
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up and down like a young kid.

As the girls went off on their cycles, I headed inside to the kitchen.
Mayuri ben had hitched up her sari, and was busy washing the dishes,
while Seema was helping her. Seeing me, they both turned to me, and
Mayuri ben gave me an embarrassed smile. "Mummy is still feeling that
may be you are angry with her because she told me everything..." said
Seema, with a knowing smile. I just walked up to Mayuri ben, and
holding her by her waist from behind, and pressing my crotch to her
massive ass, said to her softly "Oh aunty ... how can I be ever angry with
you ... you make me feel so bad by even thinking that way..." Mayuri ben
smiled warmly and said "Oh beta ... thank you for your kindness ... I am
so glad that you are not upset with me..." Seema just looked at us and
smiled with genuine affection.
I had to take a leak, so I walked into one of their bedrooms which had an
attached bathroom. As I entered the bedroom, I was surprised to see
Alka bhabhi sitting on the bed, with her 8-month old baby in her lap. It
took me a moment to realize that she was feeding her baby. I could not
see anything because the light was switched off in the room, and she had
covered her baby which was suckling on her milk-swollen breasts with
the pallu of her sari. "Oh sorry bhabhi..." I blurted out "I didn't realize
you were here..." She was equally surprised to see me, and only managed
to say "Oh Jignesh bhai ... it's ok ... I am sorry..." I quickly darted into the
bathroom, and taking out my rigid shaft from the confines of my
underwear, took a long needed piss.
The proceedings of the day had meant that I was having a sustained
hard-on for a long time now, and I was desperately tempted to wank off
right there and then. With great difficulty, I stopped myself, and after
finishing my piss, came out of the bathroom. Alka bhabhi was still sitting
there on the bed feeding her baby, and seeing me, she smiled at me
apprehensively. As I came back into the kitchen, Mayuri ben was putting
the washed dishes back, and Seema was nowhere to be seen.
Seing me, she came up to me and said in a conspiratory voice "Beta,
maine Alka se baat kar li hai ... usko maine sab samjha diya hai ... woh
tumhare liye taiyyaar hai..." Things were moving too fast and too much
for me to deal with, and I didn't know what to say. "Uska pati jo hai ...
woh abhi ghar par hai ... is liye woh abhi tumko apne ghar nahi le jaa
sakti ... par woh tumhare saath tumhare ghar jaane ke liye taiyyar hai ...
beta tum jab bhi ready ho ... tum use lekar jaa sakte ho..." continued
Mayuri ben, looking at apprehensively, wondering if that is what I
wanted. I was just not comfortable with the way she was doing this, and
making that poor housewife feel like some cheap whore, who was being
forced to sleep with me. Taking a deep breath, I said to Mayuri ben,
"Aunty ... I don't even know her ... and I don't even know how she is
feeling about the whole thing ... so I don't want to..." "Oh don't worry
beta..." Mayuri ben cut me off, "She is only happy to do this for you ... I
am not forcing her to do anything..."
I was still not convinced, so I put my hand on Mayuri ben's shoulder and
said "Aunty ... I am not some cold-hearted bastard ... I am really grateful
for what you are trying to do with me ... but please just allow me to do it
my way..." Reaching out for my wallet, I extracted 3 five hundred rupee
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notes from my wallet, and handing it to Mayuri ben, said "Aunty ... you
and I both know that she is doing this because she is in dire need of
money ... so I want you to give her this money on behalf of me ... please
tell her that I am not expecting anything from her in return ... and please
tell her to accept this as a small gesture of help from my side ... because I
respect her ... and I will feel good if I know that I am able to help her in
some small way..."
Hearing my words, Mayuri ben became silent, and a look of intense love
came to her face. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, she reached out and
touched me on my cheek with her hand. "Beta, you are kindest man I
have ever known in my life ... and all I can say is that people like us
blessed to have you amongst us..." As I just smiled wryly, I saw Mayuri
ben look at surprise behind my back. Turning around, I saw that Alka
bhabhi was standing there at the kitchen door, with a very sad look on
her face, and her eyes were red with tears. I realized that she had every
word that had been spoken between me and Mayuri ben.
Mayuri ben walked up to her, and taking her by her hand, led her
towards me. She followed meekly, her head hung low on her chest, the
tears still streaming down her face. Putting her hand across Alka
bhabhi's small frame, Mayuri ben said in a kind voice "So beti, you have
heard everything that Jignesh has said ... so I don't need to tell you
anything ... here is what he asked me to give you..." thrusting the money
into Alka bhabhi's hands. As the money was thrust into her hand, Alka
bhabhi folded her hands in placation, and looking at me with a pitiable
expression, let out a soft sob, a big drop of tear rolling down on her
flushed cheeks.
This was too much for me to take, and I felt a lump come up in my
throat, and was surprised to see my eyes water with emotion. Seeing me
in such an emotional state, Mayuri ben, put her arms around my waist,
saying "Oh mara dikra..." and pulled me to her. Seeing this, Alka bhabhi,
her lips still quivering with emotion, reached out to take my hand in both
her hands, and taking it to her lips, kissed my hand with a lot of emotion.
She was unable to speak, and understanding that, I just clasped her
hands within my hands, and squeezed it gently. Feeling a surge of
tenderness, I let go off her hands, and reaching out to hold her face in my
hands, leant forward and kissed her softly on her forehead.
As I quickly pulled myself away, feeling awkward, I was rewarded with a
look of infinite love on Alka bhabhi's face, and to my relief, a smile of
gratitude came to her face. Mayuri ben just beamed and pulling me to
her, so that once again my arms were pressed to her mammoth
mammaries under the pallu of her sari, kissed me affectionately on my
cheek. Seema came into the kitchen at just that moment, and all of us
hastily separated, Alka bhabhi quickly wiping away the tears from her
face.
At about the same moment, we heard the girls returning, and all of us
headed outside. It was getting late, and the girls had to get home, so they
all trooped inside to pick up their school bags from the living room. At
that moment, Gunjan, the thin Punjabi teenager, came up to me and
clutching her hands together said in a small voice "Bhaiya, I left my bag
upstairs in the terrace ... will you please come up with me to get it ... it is
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dark there and I am a little afraid to go alone..." "Of course dear..." I

replied with a smile, surprised that this thin giggly girl, who was all the
while busy trying to flirt with those two boys, had suddenly come to me.
As I went up the stairs, she followed me quietly. Her bag was lying in one
corner of the terrace, and as I picked it up and handed it to her, she came
up really close to me, and said very very seductively "Oh bhaiya ... I just
wanted to thank you for arranging such a wonderful party for us ... I had
a really nice time ... and I hope that I will be able to meet you again
sometime..." Even before I could respond, she started giggling again, and
gushed "Oh ... how silly I am no ... you don't even know me ... I am
Gunjan, bhaiya ... and ... and I have become a big fan of yours ... I think
you are very handsome ... very smart ... and really really nice...", as she
stood very close to me twiddling her thumbs together, and dragging her
feet.
Not wanting to let go of a chance like this, I grabbed her by her slender
waist without warning, and pulled her towards me. Before she could
recover from the shock, I pressed her body to mine, feeling her thin rake
like body press against mine, those little lemon-sized young teenage
breasts mashed against my chest, and kissed her passionately on the
mouth. Pulling my mouth away from hers, leaving her breathless with
her lips parted, I said to her earnestly, "Gunjan ... I think you are the
liveliest and cheerful girl I have met here today ... and I was just dying to
be alone with you for a few moments ... and yes I will definitely meet you
again ... because you have really succeeded in making me feel attracted to
you..."
She gaped at me in shock, and then without a word, grabbed hold of my
head and pulled my face towards her to kiss me passionately again. She
lifted one leg and wrapped it around my thighs, and pushed her hips
towards me, causing my hard cock inside my jeans to press against her
flat firm belly. I responded by thrusting my tongue into the willing
mouth this rake thin teenage Punjabi girl, and cupping her small
compact ass with my hand. She let out a soft moan and squirmed in my
arms, as she felt my hand squeeze the small compact buns of her pert
little ass.
To Be Continued..
part - 17
Pulling myself away from her, I said "Come let's go down before people
start wondering where we are..." She giggled, and adjusting her hair self
consciously, followed me downstairs. As the girls were saying good byes
to each other, Krutika, the hottest babe of the lot, quietly came up to me,
and surreptitiously slipped a piece of paper into my hand. With a
naughty little smile, she trotted away towards her bicycle. All the other
girls too, one by one, came up to me and said their own special byes to
me; and I whispered to each one of them individually, that I would meet
them soon; something that made each one of them go home happily.
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Once all of them had left, Amisha turned to me expectantly, and like an
excited kid said "Oh bhaiya ... you promised me you will take me for a
ride on your bike ... please take me now..." Mayuri ben interjected, saying
"No Amisha ... don't trouble Jignesh bhai ... he must be tired ... not
now..." I smiled at Mayuri ben, and said "Oh please aunty ... it's her
birthday today ... and I am not tired at all ... we will just go for a short
round and come..." Mayuri ben smiled warmly, and chided me saying "I
am telling you beta ... you are really going to spoil her..." With a yelp of
glee, Amisha ran towards the bike and got on to it even before I could get
it off the stand. I kick-started the bike, and engaging gear, zoomed off on
to the empty streets behind our colony.
Amisha knew all the tricks in the book, and since she was sitting cross-
legged on the bike, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed
her body to my back, the moment we were out of eye-sight. The feel of
her ripe young 32-B breasts pressing on to my back did not fail to arouse
me, and my cock twitched in my pants. Snuggling up closer to me, she
rested her chin on my shoulder and said "Let's go for a long ride, ok
bhaiya..." "Ok baby, anything you say..." I replied, and reaching behind
with my left hand patted her bare knee, which was exposed now since her
skirt had ridden up. As if in response to my touching her knee, she
pressed both her knees to my hips from behind, and pressed her torso
further into my back.
Continuing to ride at a leisurely pace, I asked her "So baby ... did you
have a good time today..." "Oh yes, bhaiya..." she replied enthusiastically,
"Thank you so much for making my birthday so so special..." she gushed,

running her fingers across my taut belly muscles through my kurta. I just
smiled and patted her bare knee again, this time making it a point to let
my fingers a wee-bit longer than necessary on the smooth skin of her
knees. After a brief pause, she said "But bhaiya ... I have one
complaint..." "What is that my dear..." I asked back. "You did not give me
a birthday kiss..." she replied coquettishly. "Oh..." I replied, surprised
that she was bold enough to say that. But then, she was not as naïve and
innocent as Jigna was, and this was to be expected.
With a laugh, I said "Well baby ... you never gave me a chance to give you
a kiss..." "Don't make excuses, bhaiya..." she said with a pout, playfully
hitting me on my belly, "The truth is you just did not want to give me a
kiss..." "Oh baby ... now how do I convince you ... tell me how could I
have kissed you in front of all those people ... it would have created a
scandal..." I replied with another laugh. To that, she giggled, and said
provocatively "But now there is nobody ... now no one can see us..."
Those words turned me on immensely, and I said to myself that this girl
was sure coming on very strong. Without saying anything further, I
slowed down the bike, and stopped under a tree, where it was relatively
dark, and the street lamps were some distance away.
As I stopped the bike, she got off quickly, and stood there expectantly,
clutching her skirt, and twisting herself on her toes to & fro. I took my
time putting the bike on its stand and then turned to face her, with my
back towards the bike. As I looked at this cute short teenager standing in
front of me, dressed in her school uniform, her beige coloured pleated
skirt reaching just above her knees and worn rather low on her waist,
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with black school shoes and ankle-length white socks, the white half-
sleeved shirt fitting snugly over the twin mounds of her proud young 32-
B breasts and the top button left open purposely; I couldn't help but
think how my fortunes had changed over the last few weeks.
Sitting down on the bike with my legs spread out, I pulled her by her
waist towards me, so that my crotch pressed into hers. Cupping her face
my left hand, I kissed her plush on her moist lips; tenderly at first, and
then harder as I felt her respond. She responded by wrapping both her
arms around me, and parting her lips, allowing me to slide my tongue
into her mouth. From the way she kissed back, I could make out that this
was not the first time this cock-teasing 17-year old teenager had been
kissed. She darted her hot tongue in and out of my mouth, and even
turned her face to one side, lifting one of legs off the ground and bending
them at her knee in the classical kissing pose.
My right hand clasped her firm round butt, and pulled her further
towards me, causing her ripe young tits inside her shirt & bra to press
against my chest, and my hard cock inside my jeans to press against the v
of her crotch. After a while, I pulled my lips off hers, and caressing her
cheeks, said to her with a smile "Happy birthday, Amisha..." Running her
tongue over her moist lips, she smiled and replied "Thank you Jignesh
bhaiya..." "Ok now let us better get back or your mummy will start
wondering where we went..." I said with a laugh. She giggled, and quickly
got on to the bike as I started it. As we headed back, she once again
wrapped her arms around my waist, and snuggled up to me from behind.
"Tell me bhaiya ... did I kiss nicely?" she asked me in a small voice.
Letting go of the handle-bar with my left hand, I squeezed her palm, and
replied "Of course baby, you are a wonderful kisser ... I wish I could tell
you how great it felt..." I replied smoothly. After a brief pause, she asked
again "Bhaiya ... did kissing me ... did it ... did it arouse you" with some
hesitation. In response, I just slid her hand towards my crotch, and
pressed it against the bulge of my semi-hard cock through my jeans.
"Now do you have your answer Amisha?" I said softly. "Oohhh..." she
almost squealed, as her soft hands felt the hardness of my cock through
the jeans.
Squeezing my cock through the thick fabric of my jeans, she pressed her
breasts to my back and whispered into my ear "Ohh bhaiya ... is that ... is
that really because of me?" "Of course my dear ... what else do you
think..." I replied with a little chuckle. "No ... I thought it..." she
mumbled, letting her sentence hanging. Making no attempt to move her
soft hands away from where I had placed it, she asked me again "Ok tell
me bhaiya ... of all the girls who had come today, whom did you like the
most?" Now this was a tricky question, and I took my time before
answering. "Umm ... let me think ... I think the girl I liked the most ...
was ... was Amisha" I replied with a laugh. "Oh bhaiya..." she crooned,
snuggling up to me closer from behind. "Tell me na ... seriously ... which
of m friends did you like the most..." "Ok, after my sweet Amisha ... the
girl who I thought was the prettiest ... was Krutika..." I replied seriously,
knowing fully well that she wouldn't mind me choosing her best friend.
"Hmmm..." she replied with a chuckle of her own, "I also thought you
would like her ... you know she is my best friend ... so we always have
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competition to see who is able to attract more boys..." she continued.

"Did you notice bhaiya ... today how she was trying to attract your
attention?" she said animatedly, the rivalry between the two evident to
me now. "Oh, was she?" I retorted innocently "I did not notice
anything..." "Oh good" replied Amisha, "You please don't give her any
bhaav, ok bhaiya" "Of course dear ... why would I want her when you are
there..."I replied smoothly, a reply which pleased her greatly.
As we were approaching her house, she said "You know bhaiya ... today I
placed a bet with her ... I told her that Jignesh bhaiya would give me a
birthday kiss ... and she said that you would not ... so now I am very
happy because I have won the bet ... tomorrow I am going to tell her how
you kissed me today..." "Ummm..." I replied non-commitantly. "If she
asks you anything bhaiya ... please please tell her that you kissed me ok ...
please don't tell her that I asked for a kiss ... just tell her that you kissed
me on your own ok ... please bhaiya..." she pleaded with me in the most
seductive manner. "Ok baby, I will..." I replied with a laugh, even as we
reached her house, and both of us got off the bike.
As we both entered the house, I noticed that Seema had gone with Alka
bhabhi to her place, and Mayuri ben informed me that Seema had gone
with her to help her carry home the extra food that was remaining. As
Amisha went into her room to change, I walked up to the kitchen where
Mayuri ben was clearing up. Seeing me, she wiped her hands on her sari,
and quickly embraced me in a hug, pressing my body to her huge fat
torso. With a smile on her lips, she said "Jignesh beta ... aaj jo kucch
tumne hamare liye kiya hai, Mayuri maasi woh kabhi nahi bhoolegi..."
"Oh aunty, please..." I protested. Casting a quick glance towards the door
of the room into which Amisha had gone; she quickly pressed her thick
lips to mine, and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, kissed me
ardently. I groaned, and clutching her massive fat ass, pressed my hard
boner to the soft fleshy folds of her generous bulging belly.
She quickly slid her fat pudgy hands between our bodies, and clutching
my cock through my jeans, whispered to me with a smile on her face "Oh
beta ... you are so hard ... you want aunty right now isn't it?" "I always
want you aunty..." I replied softly with a smile. "Beta ... why don't you
sleep here tonight ... then in the night..." she left the sentence unfinished,
her smile conveying the rest. Hearing these words from Mayuri ben's
mouth, my cock gave an involuntary lurch. However, I had other plans
for the night, and so I said "Oh aunty ... I would love to ... but I don't
know if it is such a good idea ... what will Amisha and Seema didi
think..." She seemed to be caught in a dilemma for a while, and took
some time before she replied. "Umm ... Seema will understand ... but
Amisha..." she said thoughtfully. "Oh beta ... but will you be ok?" she
asked with a lot of concern in her voice. "Of course aunty ... I can always
think of you in my bed right..." I replied with a charming smile.
That seemed to appease her, and she responded by giving my cock an
extra hard squeeze through the jeans. After a brief pause, she asked
tentatively "Beta ... I wanted to ask you something ... if you don't mind..."
"Sure aunty..." I replied smoothly. Seeming to be lost for words, she
began slowly "Beta ... I know that I am old ... and ... and I know that I ... I
may not be giving you complete satisfaction..." Looking into my eyes as if
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searching for my reaction, she continued "I mean ... I know that you can
... you can ... have all the pleasure you want ... with ... with Sarla..."
referring to my voluptuous neighbour Sarla bhabhi. I chose not to say
anything, and waited to hear what more she had to say. "Beta ... please
don't mind my saying this ... but ... but just that I don't want you to go to
that Sarla ... I know that she will be inviting you to go to her ... but..." her
voice trailed off.
Wrapping my arms around her massive belly and caressing her huge
fleshy back, I said to her re-assuringly "Oh my dear aunty ... why are you
even thinking of that ... I remember everything you told me about her ...
and that I should be careful with Sarla aunty ... and ... and when you are
there for me aunty ... why should I go to her..." Hearing these words, she
beamed, and caressing my face said "Oh beta ... I am so glad that you
understand..." Then playfully hitting me on my chest, she said with a
mock frown "And you don't have to flatter you old Mayuri maasi ok ... I
know that you are a young man ... and I know what young men need..." I
too responded by shaking my head in mock exasperation. Once again,
she pulled me closer to her, and said softly "I will take care of everything
you need ... ok beta ... tomorrow afternoon, I have made some special
arrangement for you..." "Oh really aunty ... what is that?" I asked
innocently. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she said "Beta ... did you ...
did you like ... Seema?" Hearing this 48-year old matronly lady asking
me whether I liked her 23-year old elder daughter sent a thrill to my
spine, and I just managed to sputter back "What ... what do you mean,
aunty?"
Seeing my obvious discomfort, she said softly with a smile "Beta ... what I
meant to ask is ... that ... do you find my Seema beti attractive?" My cock
lurched once again, and this time I was sure she had felt it too. "Oh aunty
... you are making me feel so shy now ... how can I ... how can I answer
that question..." I protested meekly. I lowered my eyes, and continued in
a small voice "Of course, I like Seema didi aunty ... how can I not like her
... she is ... she is so much like you ... she is just like a younger version of
you ... though I am very sure that when you were her age ... you were
much more sexier..." I finished in a shy voice. Hearing these words, she
smiled again, and pressed her body to me harder, caressing my back.
I could make out that my answer had killed two birds with one stone. I
had conveyed my interest in Seema and in the same breath ensured that
she too was flattered. "You are very sweet Jignesh beta..." she whispered
huskily. "I am so happy to hear that you like my daughter ... because for
you I have arranged for Seema to give you a special massage tomorrow at
Radhika ben's parlour ... I have told her what to do ... I hope you will like
it beta..." she continued. "Oh..." I gasped, pretending to be surprised to
hear that.
"This is the least I can do for you beta ... for all your kindness ... I have
told Radhika ben also that she has to allow Seema to give you a
complimentary massage ... and that she should not charge you
anything..." she said. "Radhika was not ready at first ... but then I
convinced her ... I told her how it is her luck to get a esteemed customer
like Jignesh bhai ... and that if Jignesh bhai is happy ... then he will visit
her parlour more frequently ... and that he can also recommend the
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parlour to his friends ... and how much more business she will get my
making sure Jignesh bhai is happy..." she continued, trying to boast of
how much she was doing for me. "Oh aunty ... you didn't have to do all
that..." I protested, though I was thrilled to the core inside. "Oh that's
nothing beta ... you just be with your Mayuri maasi ... I will take care of
everything..." she said boastingly.
I couldn't help but imagine how shrewd this 48-year old school teacher
was. One the one hand, she was making me feel like she was arranging
for VIP treatment for me, while on the other hand I was sure she had also
arranged for taking a cut from the income the 36-year old Punjabi
housewife Radhika Sharma would make from me, and all the other
future customers I could potentially bring. I however maintained a
thoughtful expression on my face. Seeing the look of indecisiveness on
my face, she said quickly "Oh don't worry about anything beta ... nobody
will know anything ... and I have also made sure that if you take Seema
for your massage, you have to pay Radhika ben only 50% of the charge,
which is what Seema has to give Radhika for every client that she services
... and also, with Seema ... you don't have to give her any tip ... and she
will always give you full service..."
By now, my cock had reached its bursting point. I couldn't believe my
ears. Here was this 48-year old mammoth bosomed Mayuri ben pimping
her own 23-year old daughter to me. "And also beta ... there are many
other young girls also there at the parlour ... you can always take any girl
you like if you get bored with Seema..." she said, still trying hard to
convince me. As she waited anxiously for my response, I finally said "Oh
aunty ... I don't know what to say ... I am not at all comfortable with the
idea of doing all this at Radhika aunty's beauty parlour ... but ... but if it is
going to be of any help to you ... then I can think about it..."
Hearing my response, a troubled look came to her face, and after a great
bit of conflict in her mind, she finally said "Oh beta ... how can I say this
to you now ... all I can say is that it will be a great help to us ... me,
Seema, and Amisha ... all of us ... if you agree to this..." In an almost
pleading tone, she continued "If you agree to go there beta ... and also
arrange for some of your friends to visit that parlour ... and take massage
services ... then ... then Radhika ben has agreed to give us a 10%
commission for every customer ... you know how little I earn from my
government school job ... and I have to get both these girls married ... so
... so we will be eternally grateful to you if you can agree to this..." her
voice almost breaking down.
Realizing that I had played out the charade long enough, I replied with a
sigh "Oh aunty ... if that is the case ... then I will definitely go ... I will do
anything I can if it will help you..." Hearing my response, she let out a
deep sigh of relief, and hugging me tightly, said "Oh thank you, Jignesh
beta ... thank you ... thank you..." kissing me repeatedly on my cheeks,
forehead, and lips. Just then, we heard Seema return, and I quickly
disengaged myself from Mayuri ben's arms. As soon as Seema entered
the kitchen, Mayuri ben announced to her "Beta Seema ... Jignesh has
agreed to come to your parlour tomorrow..." a broad smile of
accomplishment on her face. Seema just smiled weakly, and lowering her
face, said in a small voice "Ok, mummy..." "Just make sure you give the
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best service tomorrow ok?" instructed Mayuri ben in a firm voice. Once
again, Seema avoided eye contact with me, and just nodded her head in
assentment.
At about the same time, Amisha opened the door of her bedroom and
came outside. She had apparenty washed her face, and had changed into
her night clothes comprising of an old collared white t-shirt that was a
tad over-sized for her, in all probabilities inherited from her elder sister,
and a pair of cheap cotton slacks. Even in this completely non-glamorous
attire, she looked incredibly desirable to me, the twin mounds of her
young firm tits visible under the loose t-shirt.
Seeing her, Mayuri ben said in a stern voice "Amisha ... have you thanked
Jignesh bhai for the gift he gave you today ... and all the other things he
arranged for your party?" "Of course, mummy ... I did..." she answered
protestingly, "Ask him ... isn't it Jignesh bhaiya?" she said turning
towards me. "Of course Amisha..." I replied with my most benevolent
smile. As we casually chatted, Amisha came and stood next to me and on
the pretext of saying something to me, took hold of my hand in hers and
brushed her firm young breasts against my arm. Worried that her open
indiscretion may end up ruining my prospects in this household, I
quickly took leave of them and headed back to my house.
I reached home, and was about to change into my night clothes, when the
phone rang. It was my sexy neighbour Sarla bhabhi. "Aap to mujhe bhool
hi gaye, Jignesh bhai..." she cooed on the phone, in her trademark sing-
song cock-teasing voice. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, "I was a
little busy, and just got back home..." She then asked if I had finished my
dinner. When I replied in the affirmative, she seemed disappointed, and
replied in a small voice, "Oh ok beta ... I guess you must be tired now ... I
won't disturb you then ... I just called to..." Sensing her disappointment, I
said "Aunty, I am feeling very lonely now ... so is it OK if I come to your
place to spend the night ... of course, only if it is OK with you aunty..."
Hearing this, I could sense her perk up, and she replied enthusiastically
"Of course beta ... why do you even have to ask that ... I know how lonely
you are ... come over beta ... I will cheer you up..." I knew that she was
alone, since her husband was traveling. "OK aunty ... I will come over in a
few minutes then" I replied. After a brief pause, she said "Beta, do one
thing ... don't come from the front door ... I will keep the back door of the
kitchen open ... you come from there ... I hope you understand why beta
... I don't want anybody to start gossiping..." "Of course I understand
aunty..." I replied with a laugh.
Changing into a pair of comfortable slacks and a sleeveless t-shirt, I went
up to the terrace of our house, which shared a common wall with their
terrace. Crossing over to their terrace, I headed down to their courtyard,
and entered her house through the door of the kitchen, which she had
left open for me. As I closed the kitchen door, I called out for her. She
answered from inside her bedroom "Give me one minute beta ... make
yourself comfortable ... I am coming..." I settled down in the couch in
their living room, and switched on the TV.
After a few minutes, she came out of the bedroom, and my jaw dropped
in astonishment at the sight of her. She was dressed in the crimson red
satin gown I had bought for her the other day. The gown was of a sheer
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see-through satin with sleeves that reached the middle of her fore-arms
and open at the front, with just a sash tied across her waist. Under the
gown, she was wearing the crimson-red satin slip that had come with the
gown. The slip came to well above her knees, and was held at the
shoulders by two thin straps. I could see that she had put on some make-
up and had brushed her dull golden-brown hair fashionably.
Each of her hands were adorned with two dozen matching crimson red
bangles, the color of which was in stark contrast to the milky white skin
of her hands. From that distance itself, I could also smell the fragrance of
the perfume she had liberally applied on herself, and she looked like a
ravishing bride ready for her first night. As her face broke into a sexy
smile on seeing me, I stood up and said "Oh Sarla aunty ... you look so
gorgeous..." She blushed, and came towards me slowly, her hips swaying
seductively inside her sexy gown. "I had wanted to wear this specially for
you Jignesh beta..." she said with her trademark cock-teasing smile ... I
hope you like it..." In response, I pulled her towards me, and wrapping
my hands around her waist, kissed her passionately on her soft juicy lips.
As I held her in my arms, I felt her soft luscious breasts press against my
chest, and it became evident that she was not wearing a bra.
As my hands caressed her delicious ass, I also felt that she was not
wearing a panty too. She responded with alacrity, pressing her body to
mine, and thrusting her hot juicy tongue into my mouth. As I pulled my
mouth away from her, she dropped her gaze to my chest, and caressing
my bare arms, said shyly "I wanted to make this night special for you
Jignesh beta ... like our honeymoon night..." Lifting up her face by her
chin, I looked into her eyes with lust and said huskily "You are the most
desirable woman I have ever know in my life aunty ... all I can think of
right now is how lucky uncle is to have you as his wife..." Ever the
seductress, she smiled and bit her lips. Tracing her fingers on my chest,
she said softly "Just think of me as your wife Jignesh beta ... I am yours
... for tonight ... and for any other time you want me..." In response, I just
pressed her soft body to me, my already rigid cock pressing to her soft
belly in the process.
As I pulled away, and sat down on the couch, she asked me if I was in the
mood for a drink. Her husband kept a stock of imported liquor which she
had at her disposal. Since I had already had dinner, and wanted to be in
my senses to fuck her tonight, I settled on a Cognac with warm water and
honey. She proceeded to make elaborate arrangements to make the
drinks, setting up a tray on the tea-poy, with the bottle of Cognac, a
decanter of luke-warm water, and a small bowl filled with honey. As she
sat by my side on the couch, and leant forward towards the tea-poy to
make the drinks, her crimson red transparent gown fell open at the neck
and I could see the cleavage of her milky white breasts at the deep cut
neck of the red satin slip inside. The sight of her making drinks for me in
this sexy crimson red see-through night gown, and her milky white hands
adorned by those red bangles like those of a newly wed bride, which
clinked delightfully each time she moved her hands, almost drove me
crazy.
As we clinked our glasses and raised a toast to good times ahead, she said
"Aaj ki raat ... Jignesh bhai ki suhaag raat ke naam..." As the warm
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Cognac soothed my throat, I sat back on the couch and relaxed. She
settled herself on the couch in such a manner that her back was resting
against my chest, and her head was supported by my left shoulder. As she
lifted her legs to rest them on the center-table, the front opening of her
thin transparent gown fell open, baring her milky white legs and thighs
to my view. That's when I noticed that she had also painted her toe-nails
with matching crimson red nail-polish. We made small talk even as I
played with her hair and ear-lobes, causing her to squirm with pleasure,
and giggle constantly like a young shy newly wed bride.
As the Cognac went inside, I felt her body relax, and her movements
become more languid. The way she was resting against me with her head
on my left shoulder, my left arm was lying on her torso, enjoying the feel
of her soft pliant breasts under the gown, and the fingers playing with the
soft flesh of her well-rounded belly. Finishing off my drink, I put the
glass down, and placed my right hand also on her belly. She too threw
her head back, and gulped down the remnants of her drink in one shot. I
took the empty glass from her hands, and put it down on the center table.
She looked up towards my eyes, and gave me a brazen half smile, the
drink obviously having loosened her up. Taking hold of my right hand,
she pressed it to her breasts through her gown. Her ran her tongue on
her lips to moist them, and closing her eyes, breathed "Ab aunty ko aur
mat tadpaao Jignesh..."
With a groan, I closed my fingers around the pliant flesh of her soft
breasts through the gown, and kissed her on the mouth, plunging my
tongue into the depths of her mouth. She responded with eagerness, and
moaned. She was almost lying flat on my lap now, her head supported by
my arms, and her legs resting on the couch. I quickly undid the cord
holding her gown tied together in the front, baring the red satin slip
inside. The slip reached just below her pelvis, well above her knees, and
was held together at the shoulder by slender straps. Continuing to kiss
her, I slid my hand inside her slip through the neck, and cupped her soft
juicy breasts. As she arched her back and pushed her breasts into my
palms, I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, I straightened, and gazed with lust at
this lusty 36-year old housewife lying so wantonly in my lap. Her skin, as
I have said earlier, was milky white, and the crimson red slip contrasted
sharply with it. She lay there with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, as
my fingers continued to tease and manipulate her soft, pliant, and milky
white 34-C breasts. Opening her eyes, she gazed at me with lust, and
squeezed my hand that in turn was squeezing her breasts. I pulled out my
hand from inside her slip, and proceeded to slide the slender strap off her
left shoulder. Hooking my fingers in the neck of her slip, I pulled it down,
baring her beautiful breasts capped with light brown aereolas and pink
nipples to my view.
With another groan, I bent forward and flicked my tongue across her
already erect nipple; eliciting a shiver from her body. I ran my tongue in
circles on the aereolas around her nipples, and teased her by flicking my
tongue on the nipple occasionally. She moaned again, and grabbing my
head pushed my face to her breasts. Opening my mouth, I took her soft
juicy breasts into my mouth, and began to suck on them ardently. She
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began to writhe uncontrollably in my lap, and her hands began to roam

over her belly; finally reaching her pelvic region. Seeing that, I slid my
hand down her belly, and began to caress the insides of her thighs. As she
wriggled her hips, I slid my palm upwards under her slip, until it came to
rest on the soft mound of her hot pussy.
To my surprise, I realized that she had shaved her pussy, and her pussy
lips were smooth and clear like a virgin. "Ohh beta..." she moaned as I
began to caress her vulva with my fingers. Parting the lips of her juicy
pussy, I slid in my middle finger. She was already wet, and my finger slid
in easily. As I began to manipulate her wet vagina with my middle finger,
she groaned and began to buck her hips. Seeing that she was wet and
ready, I pushed in my index finger too, and began to finger her harder;
sucking on her breasts at the same time. She grabbed hold of my hand,
and pressing it to her vagina, began to buck her hips up and down,
writhing uncontrollably in the process.
Sensing that she was wet and ready now, I pulled my fingers away from
her pussy and helped her sit up. As I stood up, she looked questioningly
at me. "Let's go to your bedroom aunty..." I said with a smile, holding out
my hand for her to take. With a smile, she took my hand and stood up. In
one swift motion, I swept her off her feet and lifted her in my arms. She
squealed with pleasure and clung to my neck, as I carried her in my arms
to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and proceeded to take off my
kurta and the vest. I quickly peeled of my jeans too, and stood before her
in only my briefs; my erect cock creating a very noticeable bulge inside
my briefs.
As she lay there expectantly on the bed and gazed lovingly at my well
muscled torso, I got on to all fours on the bed between her outstretched
milky white legs. Her breathing had become shallow by now in
anticipation of what I was about to do. I thrust a pillow under her hips,
and parting her thighs, plunged my face between them. I placed one of
her legs on my shoulder and began to run my tongue along her smooth
milky white calves. She let out a soft hiss as my tongue slid along her
calves. I proceeded to lick the insides of her thighs and finally reached
her moist clean shaven pussy. With a groan, I thrust my head forward,
and parting the lips of her labia with my fingers began to lick the pink slit
of her juicy pussy.
"Ooohhhh Jignesh beta..." she cried as my tongue slid inside her pussy
and she grabbed hold my head by the hair. I began to suck and lick on
her pussy in earnest, spreading open the well lubricated lips of her puffy
mound with my fingers, and flicking my tongue across her erect clitoris.
She began to thrash about wantonly on the bed, her hips jerking
spasmodically and thrusting upwards to take more of my tongue inside. I
obliged my allowing her to wrap her legs around my head, and thrust my
tongue in deeper. Her moaning had become noticeably louder by now,
and grabbing hold my head, she whispered urgently "Fuck me now
Jignesh beta ... fuck me ... your Sarla aunty needs you inside her now..."
Needing no further invitation, I quickly positioned myself on my knees
between her spread thighs, and pushing up her left right leg so that it was
supported by my left shoulder, I quickly stripped of my briefs. My hard
throbbing cock jumped out as it was freed of the confines. Holding my
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cock with my right hand, I guided the red bulbous tip of my hard cock
into her sopping wet pussy. Holding on to her thigh which was resting
against my shoulder, I thrust forward hard, burying the length of my
cock into the hot depths of her juicy cunt. As my cock speared into her
vagina, she let out a guttural cry of pleasure and stretched out her arms
on either side on the bed; her hands clutching the bed sheet.
Holding on to her uplifted thigh, I began to fuck her rhythmically, my
hips making slapping sounds against her pelvis. As I looked down with
lust at my cock sliding in and out of the pink folds of her wet pussy, she
threw her head back and screwing her eyes shut, began to let out throaty
gasps each time my cock rammed into her. Her entire body shuddered
each time I drove my cock into her, and those delicious milky white soft
breasts jiggled like a milk pouch. By the way she was going berserk on
the bed in response to my relentless fucking, I could sense that she was
nearing her orgasm.
She bit her lips, and her fingers grabbed me by my hair, her moans
urging me to fuck her harder. I twister her sideways on the bed so that
she was almost lying on one side, and repositioned myself in a position
where her left leg was between my legs, and her right leg was upright
supported by my shoulder. In this position, I could assault her moist cunt
in a different angle. Leaning forward, I grabbed hold of her jiggling
breasts and began to fuck her with renewed vigor.
By now, her writhing had become uncontrollable, and in an attempt to
stifle her cries of pleasure, she grabbed hold of the pillow and bit it with
her mouth. Continuing to maul her deliciously soft milky white breasts, I
pounded her juicy cunt without reducing pace. Without warning, her
orgasm hit her, and she cried out aloud, her body arching like a bow
stretched sideways on the bed. Her pussy began to contract in a rhythmic
fashion and her entire body began to shudder uncontrollably even as she
cried out "Oh Jignesh..." The contractions of her pussy triggered my
orgasm too, and I felt my sperm begin its journey from my swollen balls
to my rigid cock.
"I am coming, aunty..." I managed to gasp, even as I began to pull my
cock out of her cunt. "No Jignesh, no ... I need you inside me..." she cried
out, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling me deeper into her juicy wet
pussy. I arched my back and let out a loud groan of pleasure, as I felt my
jism shoot out of the swollen tip of my cock and flood the depths of her
pussy. As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my face resting
on breasts. She cradled my head in her arms with tenderness, feeding me
those succulent breasts, even as I continued to take in deep breaths in an
attempt to appease my air starved lungs. After regaining my breath, I
took leave of her and headed home for a well deserved sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of the bell ringing. Groggily, I
got up from the bed and went to open the door. My newly hired maid
Pushpa stood at the door smiling. There was no sign of the other girl
Rani, and I presumed she had arranged to come alone. It came back to
me that I had told Pushpa to come prepared to "service" me today. She
had come decked up today, fresh from a bath. She was dressed in an
embroidered wine-red ghagra & choli, with a matching red blouse. The
choli was of the thin translucent chiffon material much favored by these
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village girls, and was adorned with silver & gold colored tinsels. The
ghagra too was elaborately adorned with small mirrors and embroidery.
She had even put on a small red bindi on her forehead, and her hands
were adorned with cheap matching red bangles.
"Good morning, Jignesh saheb..." she said perkily with a teasing smile.
Rubbing my eyes, my voice heavy with sleep, I asked "Aaj tu akeli aayi
hai, Pushpa?" "Haan, saheb ... aaj main akeli aayi hoon ... aapne kahaa
thha na..." she replied a touch nervously. I smiled, and let her in. As she
bustled into the room swaying her slender hips seductively, I could hear
the sound of her anklets jingling. Picking up the newspaper, I headed to
the bathroom to take care of my morning ablutions. As I brushed my
teeth, I could hear her moving around the house sweeping and mopping
the floor.
After freshening up, I headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I
was surprised to see her standing at the kitchen platform, busy in boiling
some tea for me. Seeing me, she smiled brightly and said "Main aapke
liye chai banaa rahi thhi saheb..." Smiling in response, I walked up to
her, and standing behind her, took hold of her slender waist with both
my hands, just above the waistline of her ghaagra. Pressing my crotch to
her small but firm butt, I slid my hands forward to caress her taut belly
under the choli. She giggled and wriggled in my grasp, causing her little
butt to rub against my partly turgid cock inside my shorts. Since I had
not bothered to change, I was still in my boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
Resting my head on her shoulder, I said to her in her ears "Kya baat hai
Pushpa, aaj to tu badi sexy lag rahi hai..." She just giggled in response, as
she poured the tea into a cup. Sliding my hands up her belly, I took hold
of those firm perky little tits of her over the blouse. Cupping them
roughly, I breathed into her ear "Mera to man kar raha hai ki mai tujhe
idhar hi chod doon..." "Ohh saheb..." she said under her breath, twisting
her neck sideways to look at my face, as if to ascertain whether I meant it.
Seeing me smile, she blushed, and biting her lips, said in a teasing voice
"Aap chai to pee leejiye saheb ... main kahin nahi jaa rahi hoon..." I gave
her small erect nubbins a little tweak with my fingers through the blouse,
as I let her go with a laugh.
Taking the cup of tea, I picked up the newspaper and went to the balcony
outside my bedroom. As I engrossed myself in the newspaper, I could
hear Pushpa busy herself with the sweeping and mopping work. After
about 15 minutes, just as I finishing the sports page, Pushpa came into
the balcony. Standing at the door hesitantly, she said "Kaam sab ho gaya
saheb..." Without looking up from the paper, I said "Theek hai..." She
stood there hesitantly for a few seconds and then said in a halting voice
"Aur kucchh kaam baaki hai saheb?" "Nahi..." I replied in a monologue,
pretending to be still engrossed in the paper. That would have stumped
her, because she went silent. I was enjoying this.
After a few moments, she asked again "To main ... main jaaoon saheb?"
"Haan" I replied again, again pretending to be the least interested.
Stunned, she just managed to say "Theek hai saheb..." and turned to
leave. Before she had reached halfway, I jumped up from the chair in the
balcony, and creeping up noiselessly, grabbed her from behind. By the
time she squealed "Uii maa..." I had already picked her up in my arms.
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Looking at her startled face, I laughed heartily and said "Aise thhodi
jaane dene waala thaa main tujhe..." She had instinctively wrapped her
arms around my neck to hold on, and I saw a look of relief and joy light
up her face.
With her thin lissome body, she was as light as a young teenage school
girl, and I had no trouble in holding her up in my arms, supporting her
by her back and her legs. "Main sochi ki aapko aaj..." she said with a
relieved smile, letting her sentence unfinished. I carried her to my
bedroom and dropped her on the bed. Clambering on to the bed, I
propped a couple of pillows against the headboard of the bed, and settled
back comfortably. Pulling her roughly towards me, I made her sit with
her back resting against my torso, and my hands around her waist. Her
single long braid of hair was resting on her left shoulder and lay in her
lap.
Running my fingers in circles on her taut belly under the choli, I rested
my chin on her right shoulder and said softly in her ears "Tu aaj taiyyaar
hai Pushpa?" Continuing to twiddle with her braid of hair, she replied in
her trademark teasing shy voice "Haan saheb ... aaj main poori tarah se
taiyyar hoon..." I could smell some cheap talcum powder on her body,
and her hair too did not smell of stale oil. She had taken care to prepare
herself for me today. "Maine apne haath ke baal bhi saaf kar diye hai
saheb..." she said shyly, lifting her arms up to show me. I noticed that her
hands were squeaky clean without a trace of any body hair. As I smiled
my appreciation, she beamed and leaning forward, pulled her ghagra up
to her knees to show me her legs as well. "Dekho saheb..." she said,
referring to her waxed legs also.
As she showed me her arms and legs for me to approve, I couldn't help
think of how all her cockiness had vanished now. Gone was that teasing
cockiness that was so inherent to her sex appeal? She was now totally
eager to please, and that turned me on immensely. As she gazed at me
awaiting my comments, I asked with a smile "Aur wahaan ke baal?" Her
hands instinctively flew to her mouth as she blushed, and with that same
shy giggle, she dropped her gaze and said in a small voice "Haan ... woh
bhi saaf hai saheb..." "Umm..." I responded, pulling her towards me and
running my tongue on her earlobes, causing her to squirm.
To Be Continued..
Part - 18
My left hand had slid up her belly to cup her small lemon sized
tits through the thin cotton blouse – pinching those little erect
nubbins of her nipples – even as my right hand slid down her
leg and began to pull up her ghaagra from where she had left it
at her knees, to bare her slender thighs. As I ran my fingers
teasingly along the hard flesh of her thin thighs, she squired
again and pressed the back of her head to my shoulder. My
cock had begun to fill out by now, and was pressing against the
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small of her back. As I tried to slide my left palm inside her

rather loose-fitting blouse from below, she quickly reached for
the blouse and began to unhook it. After opening all the hooks
of the blouse, she dropped her hands to my legs which were on
either side of hers, and closing her eyes, leant back on my
shoulder.
As my left hand closed around her young pert little tits, those
hard marble like nipples burnt into my palm. Looking down
from her shoulder, I couldn't see her young girl-like tits since
the pallu was covering them. I slid my right hand further up her
slender thigh till it reached her crotch, and I felt my fingers
graze the smooth skin of her cleaned pussy lips. She shuddered
slightly at the feel of my fingers on her pussy, and clasped her
thighs together, trapping my hand in between them. "Apne pair
khol ke rakh Pushpa..." I said to her rather gruffly in a low
voice. She responded with alacrity, and opened her thighs
again, turning her head sideways to glance up at me to check if
she had displeased me by her involuntary action. Continuing to
squeeze her lemon sized left breast with my left hand, I began
to caress the smoth shaved lips her young vagina with my
fingers. She was still not wet, and from the way her pussy lips
were clasped shut, I could make out that her cunt was still
relatively virgin.
With her sitting there comfortably between my outstretched

legs, playing with her perky teenage breasts and caressing her
young bald pussy, I felt contended with the way my life was
going. Her hands were resting on my thighs, and as she played
with the hair on my legs she said "Pata hai saheb, kal Sarla
bhabhi aapke baare mein pooch rahi thhi..." "Acchha ... kya
pooch rahi thhi woh..." I responded, continuing to play with her
tits and cunt. "Bas yahi ke aapko koi taqleef to nahi hai ... aur
hum aapko koi shiqaayat ka mauka to nahi de rahe hai na..."
she replied. "Woh bahut baat karti hai na saheb ... mujhe aur
Rani ko woh kal bol rahi thhi ki Jignesh to mere par fida hai ...
aur woh mujhe bahut pyaar karta hai..." she continued in a
conspiratory tone.
"Acchha aisa bol rahi thhi kya woh" I responded with some
amusement, thinking that Mayuri ben was right in telling me
that the hot Sarla bhabhi just could not keep her mouth shut.
"Haan saheb..." continued Pushpa with enthusiasm, realizing
that I was receptive to the topic. "Woh Sarla bhabhi to apne
aapk ko heroine samajhti hai na ... lekin humko sab pata hai ...
ki kaun kiska aashiq hai..." said Pushpa, with a hint of
indignation in her voice. "Main kal Rani ko bol rahi thhi ki dekho
woh kabse Jignesh saheb pe dore daal rahi hai ... hai na,
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saheb?" she asked, twisting her head to look up into my eyes.
By now I was fully aroused, and I said to her "Pushpa, ab tu

ghaagra bhi utaar de ... aur phir teri choli ko badan par lapet le
... jaise puraane zamaane mein ladkiyaan karti thhi na,
waise..." referring to how tribal women used to dress in the
medieval times. As she tried to comprehend what I was telling
her, I asked her "Samajh gayi na tu?" She smiled teasingly and
replied "Haan saheb ... samajh gayi ... main us kamre main
jaakar choli baandhkar aaun saheb?" I smiled and nodded my
assent. She quickly ran to the other room to wear her choli the
way I wanted her to. After a while, she returned; and I almost
had to grab my cock to prevent it from exploding.
She had wrapped the chunni around her hips in such a way that
it covered the portion from her waist to midway between her
thighs. And on top, it was tied around her torso in such a way
that it covered only her breasts; leaving her shoulders, arms,
and belly bare to my sight. Since the chunni was of a
translucent material, I could clearly see the contours of her
perky little breasts under it, with the tiny nipples poking
through. She stood there in front of me, her hands hanging
limply by her side, and her hip cocked to one side. She looked
expectantly at me, and asked "Aapne aise hi pehenne ko kahaa

thha na, saheb?" Clearing my throat, I nodded in the
affirmative, and proceeded to take more snaps of her.
"Ab tu chunni ko apne kandhe se sarkaa de, aur usko apne

haath par latakne de..." I instructed her. She hesitated for a
minute before complying. Then she silently slid off her chunni
from her shoulder, and let it hand on her forearm, holding it
there with her arms bent at her elbows. I don't think I had seen
a sexier sight before. The thin lissome Pushpa, with only her
chunni draped around her body, long braided hair hanging on
her left shoulder, earrings dangling from her earlobes, standing
in front of me baring her perky little boobs for my approval;
was a sight to drive any cock through the roof. I had had
enough of fooling around, and shut down my camera and put it
aside.
I stood up and walked towards her. Standing close to her, I

pressed my hips to her, causing my rigid boner protruding
through my boxers to press against her belly. She stood there
meekly, with a hint of a nervous smile playing on her lips. I
grabbed her by her hair, and kissed her roughly on the mouth,
thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Surprised, she let out a
soft "Unnhhh..." At the same time; I grabbed one of her lemon
sized pert tits with my right hand and squeezed roughtly,
eliciting another moan from her.
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I was all business now. Pulling her by her arm, I made her sit
down on the bed. I quickly stripped off my t-shirt and boxers,
and stood naked in front of her; my rock hard cock quivering
only inches away from her face. She looked up at me with
those big round eyes of hers, her lips quivering. She raised her
right hand to take hold of my cock, but before she could reach
it, I slapped it away roughly. This scared her, but I loved the
scared expression on her face. Taking hold of her head with my
left hand, I took my steely rod in my right, and rubbed the wet
swollen tip on her face. She closed her eyes, and allowed me to
rub my cockhead all over her face; her lips, cheeks, and eyes.
When my blood gorged cock touched her lips, she instinctively

parted them to take it in her mouth. But I pulled it away from
her mouth, causing her to look up at me with a confused
expression on her face. She started to say something and
opened her mouth for it, when I thrust my manhood into her
mouth! Grabbing her by her hair, I pushed my cock fully inside,
causing her to stiffen and grab me by my hips. My cock
touched her throat, and I felt her body shudder as she
struggled to come to terms with the girth of my cock buried in
her throat. I kept holding her by her hair, as she gagged and
tried to accommodate my cock in her mouth.
A groan escaped her throat, as her adam's apple bobbed and

she tried to swallow, to prevent herself from gagging again. My
cock had stretched her thin mouth to the limit, and there was
no way for her to breath except through her nostrils. Deciding
to control my animal instincts, I pulled out my cock abruptly. As
I pulled out my cock, she took in deep ragged breaths, and
swallowed instinctively. Looking up at me with a scared
expression on her face, she wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand, where the saliva had dribbled out from the side of
her mouth. "Tujhe dar lag raha hai, Pushpa?" I asked her in a
flat voice. "Nahin, saheb ... nahin..." she replied quickly,
managing to give me a week smile. Her cockiness had deserted
her completely now. "Dekh Pushpa, tujhse agar yeh nahi ho
raha hai to bataa de ... main kucch nahi karoonga tere saath..."
I said to her in a reasonable voice, feeling a tinge of sympathy
for her.
"Nahin nahin saheb ... aisa kucch nahin hai ... ab sirf boliye
kyaa karna hai mujhe ... main sab karoongi..." she said hastily,
as if trying to make amends for something. "Theek hai..." I
replied with a smile " ... mujhe mera lund tere moonh mein
daalna hai ... aur tere moonh ko chodna hai..." "Kar payegi tu?"
I questioned her. "Haan saheb ... kyun nahin..." she replied
quickly, albeit swallowing involuntarily and with a look of fear
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that betrayed her state of mind. "Theek hai ... phir tu let jaa
bistar pe..." I instructed her. She complied instantly, and began
to lay down on the bed with her head towards the head-board.
"Nahin, aise nahin ... apna sir is taraf karke let..." I said,
pointing towards the foot of the bed. "Haan saheb..." she
mumbled, and quickly twisted herself on the bed and lay down
as I had instructed. As she lay there and looked up at me with
that nervous look on her face as if not knowing what to expect,
I smiled my approval at her. She managed to give me a weak
smile in return.
Going towards the foot of the bed, I stood near it so that I was
standing exactly behind her head. As she twisted her head up
to look at me, I took her by her shoulder and pulled her
towards me in such a way that her head was now partly
unsupported, and hanging down the bed; her throat and neck
outstretched. Bending my legs, I supported my knees on the
foot of the bed, and dangled my swollen balls over her face. I
lowered myself in that position so that my balls touched her
lips. She opened her mouth immediately, and began to tongue
my balls, even as I stroked my cock to keep it hard.
Lifting my balls off her mouth, I said to her gently "Ab moonh
khol Pushpa..." She complied immediately and opened her

mouth wide. Placing my left hand on the bed to support myself,
I roughly thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, burying it to
the hilt so that my balls slapped against her nose. This time she
was better prepared, and took it in with only a little discomfort,
even though her body went taut and she instinctively lifted her
hips off the bed.
To fuck a girl's mouth in this position with her face upside

down, had been a fantasy I had harbored for a long time, and it
sent a thrill down my spine. She let out a low gurgling moan,
as I began to slide my cock in and out of her thin mouth,
touching the cave of her throat with each inward thrust. To her
credit, she adjusted beautifully, opening her mouth wide to
accommodate my thick cock. The sight of her Adam's apple
bobbing as her throat constricted around my swollen cock, her
body twisting involuntarily with her legs bent at the knees and
her hips lifted off the bed, was a hugely perverted sight.
The translucent thin wine red chunni which was draped on her
body was now in disarray, and her right tit was bared to my
view. At her hips too, the chuuni had ridden up to her pelivis,
and I could see her clean shaved thin cunt lips. Her rake thin
legs and slender thighs were parted, and her taut belly went
concave as she took in deep breaths through her nostrils. I
roughly threw off the chunni from her torso, baring her almost
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flattened chest to me. Taking hold of one of her little budding

tits in my hand, I began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
As I shoved my swollen cock down her throat, she gagged a

couple of times, causing her body to lift off the bed, but she
never tried to pull her mouth away from my cock. She was
letting out deep throaty moans each time I rammed my cock
in, and her saliva was dribbling liberally from the sides of her
mouth, flowing down towards her eyes in that upturned
position of her head. Her nose was watering, and I could also
see tears rolling down her eyes towards her forehead.
Concerned, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and was about
to ask her if she was ok, when she shook her head and nodded
to me, opening her mouth wide once again. Needing no further
invitation, I rammed my cock into her mouth once again. I
pulled her head downward towards the floor, so that her head
was now literally hanging upside down.
As I continued to fuck her mouth in this upside down position,

she was involuntarily grabbing the bedsheet with her fingers,
and raising her hips off the bed, twisting her body from side to
side. With my right hand, I was ravaging her proferred tits, and
pinching the nipples hard, eliciting more throaty grunts and
moans from her stuffed throat. Her small brown nipples had
become a shade darker now, and there were rod welts on her
tits where I had squeezed them roughly. I was mad with lust
now.
Leaning forward towards her squirming body, I reached out

with my hand placed my palm on her nearly flat pussy. I placed
my knees on the bed on either side of her head for better
leverage; and still leaving her mouth stuffed with my cock,
parted her knees. Thin that she was, her pussy was stretched
taut. Parting the lips of her cunt with my thumb and forefinger,
I slid my middle finger inside. She was wet, and I could see the
pink insides of her relatively unused cunt.
She bucked her hips as soon as I slid my finger inside, and an

involuntary moan escaped her mouth; muffled by my cock still
buried in her mouth. Since I was resting on my knees now, she
had more freedom to move her head, and she responded by
beginning to swirl her tongue around my cock in her mouth. I
reciprocated by sliding my left palm under her butt, and
fingering her with the middle finger of my right hand. I had a
tough time holding her down, as she was writing uncontrollably
on the bed, even as my thumb manipulated her tiny erect
clitoris. As I fingered her faster, she arched her back and lifted
her hips off the bed completely, as if begging me to suck on her
cunt. In her heat, her nails were digging into the flesh of my
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buttocks.
My balls were swollen painfully now, and I decided I had

enough of foreplay. I clambered off her abruptly and stood up
beside the bed. As I stood there gazing at her lying wantonly
on the bed, the chunni that was draped around her body in
disarray; I saw that she was looking at my erect manhood with
a mixture of desire and fear. "Ab tu taiyyar hai, Pushpa..." I
asked gruffly. She just nodded dumbly, and clamped her thighs
together in response. Reaching to the bedside drawer, I took
out the pack of Durex condoms and pulled out one. She
watched me intently as I slid the comfortable condom on my
rod-like penis.
I sat on my knees on the bed, and turned her on her side. In

this position, she lay on her right side. I lifted her left leg and
bending it at the knees, pushed it forward. I positioned myself
on my knees, straddling her right leg, and placed my cock at
the entrance of her cunt. I paused for a minute to admire her
lying naked in this pose. As I have said many times before, she
had a thin but toned body, owning to the work she did. She had
turned her neck sideways to look at me, while her teenage
perky lemon-sized tits were pressed together, forming a palm-
sized mound for me to hold. As I caressed her arched back and

the taut butt with my right hand, I reached out with my left and
cupped her firm pert breasts.
"Saheb..." she whispered softly, as she reached between her

thighs and guided my condom-sheathed cock towards the moist
slit of her cunt. She had a look of fear in her big eyes, and she
opened her mouth as if to say something. Before she could say
anything, I jerked my hips forward causing my thick turgid cock
to push into her slender teenage cunt. She bit her lips and
grimaced, her hands grabbing mine where I was holding her by
her hips. She was tight, and her pussy stretched to
accommodate my swollen cock-head. I was tempted to ram my
cock in fully into her, but I held back seeing that she was
holding her breath, and her eyes were closed, with her lips held
clamped in her mouth. Feeling a tinge of regret at my brutal
behavior, I held myself there with just my cockhead buried in
her incredibly tight pussy. I reached between her legs, and
slowly started massaging the upper portion of her slit,
stimulating her clitoris gently. She opened her eyes, and looked
at me with an expression of surprise and gratitude.
I just smiled at her and said softly "Tujhe dard ho rahaa hai to
bata de mujhe, Pushpa..." "Nahin saheb, aap kariye ... main ...
main theek hoon ... bas thhodi taqleef hogi shuru main ...
aapka itnaa motaa hai na..." she replied back in a halting voice,
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trying her best to smile at me through her obvious discomfort.

I couldn't help but think how docile this otherwise cocky bitch
had become, now that I had her at my mercy. As I continued to
manipulate her clit with my thumb right above where the tip of
my cock was buried in her cunt, she began to closed her eyes
and began to squirm, moving her hips and trying to take more
of my cock inside. I pushed forward slowly, and was rewarded
by her stretched pussy lips stretching further. In a way, it was
good that I was wearing a condom, since otherwise I would
have felt some discomfort owing to how tight her teenage
vagina was.
Her young pussy was holding my cock like a velvet glove, and it
was a hugely erotic sight to see this thin young village girl lying
sideways on the bed, her hands holding up one leg bent at her
knees so that they were almost touching her stomach, while
her back was arched, her neck stretched up taut, and her eyes
screwed shut, holding her lips clamped shut compulsively. My
cock was nearing its bursting point now, and I couldn't hold on
any more. With a grunt, I pushed into her, sending my cock
tearing into her tight outstretched cunt. She let out a cry of
"Aaiiii maaaa..." and buried her face in the pillow; her body
going taut like a bowstring. With my cock buried to the hilt in
her tight young pussy, I leaned forward caressed the long braid
of her hair that lay on the bed.
Her face still buried in the pillow, she reached out to touch my
hand which was still fondling her firm small perky breasts, and
said cried out through clenched teeth "Saheeebbbb ... ab
chodiye mujhe ... chodiye mujhe ... ab aur mat tadpaao..."
Hearing this, I began a slow rhythmic back & forth motion of
my hips, moving my cock in and out of her tight but wet pussy
with some difficulty. As I began to stroke her cunt slowly, I
could feel her pussy muscles relax a bit, and my cock go
deeper into her young teenage cunt. Encouraged, I grabbed her
left leg that was bent at the knee, and hefted it over my
shoulder. With another throaty grunt, I began to fuck her in
earnest. It was not easy going, and the tigtness of her pussy
was giving my cock a throrough workout that would make me
come sooner than otherwise.
As I rammed my cock into her with renewed vigor, she kind of

went into a trance. Her eyes were screwed shut, but her mouth
was wide open, and with each thrust of my rampant cock, silent
cries accompanied by deep gasps of breath were escaping her
mouth. Tears from her shut eyes were now rolling down her
cheeks. Then her hands clamped my hand which was holding
her slender bony hips, and closing her lips clamped shut, she
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began to emit deep grunts of "Unnhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..."

With my cock inserted in her pussy, I turned her around on the
bed so that she was lying on her back, and manipulated her
bent leg so that they were spread out on either side of me.
Then cupping her bony buttocks, I mounted her in the
missionary position and began to fuck her with vigor.
Her grunts turned into moans, and her legs automatically went
up in the air as I fucked her relentlessly. I was supporting
myself with my hands on either side of her torso, and as I
looked down at her slender naked body, even as she lay there
impaled by my cock, I couldn't' help but get more turned on
how incredibly erotic she looked lying there like that, her belly
forming an almost concave hollow, and her back arched
upwards, causing her small perky breasts to get flattened on
her chest, those pert little nubbins of her brown nipples
quivering and erect. Her eyes were screwed shut and her head
was thrashing from side to side, even as I took hold of that
very long single braid of hair and wrapped it around my arm.
Holding her head by her hair, I began to pump into her brutally.
She was whimpering continuously now, and crying out
"Aaannnhhh ... Aaannhhh..." with each thrust of mine. As I
looked up, I caught the reflection of me fucking her in the

mirror of the cupboard at the foot of the bed. It was a huge
turn on to see that image. Her slender bony legs were sticking
up straight in the air, and my muscular buttocks were flexing as
I ploughed into her cunt. Suddenly she let out a cry of
"Aaaiiieeee..." and her legs went taut in the air; her hips rising
off the bed in spasms. Her hands clamped around my back, and
that's when I realized her orgasm had hit her. That did it for
me, and I too exploded inside her, albeit into the condom, with
a load groan. I could actually feel my ejaculation spurt out of
the swollen head of my cock, and fill up the tiny sac at the tip
of the condom. She continued to jerk her hips spasmodically,
even as her orgasm continued to ravage her body.
With another groan I collapsed on top of her slender figure, my

cock still buried inside. My sweat mingled with hers, and I was
breathing heavily on top of her. Gradually, the tension in her
body relaxed and her legs fell away limp on the bed. Personally
for me, this was the most strenuous fuck I had had in a long
time. As I lay there spent on top of her, I felt her hand caress
my hair at the back of my head. Propping myself up on my
elbows, I looked at her face. Her hair was disheveled and her
cheeks were tear-stained, but she had a smile on her face.
Clearing her throat, she said to me softly "Saheb ... aap khush
ho na ... maine aapko khusk kiya na... ?" "Haan, Pushpa ...
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tune mujhe khush kar diya... "I replied to her softly, tenderness
washing over me in the aftermath of my rampaging fuck. I was
tempted to kiss her on the mouth, but I didn't want to give this
cocky village girl too many ideas. Instead I just patted her on
her face, and extracted my now limp cock from her pussy.
As I lay back exhausted on the bed, my cum-filled condom

which had slid halfway down my cock, flopped against my belly.
She quickly got up from the bed sat by my side. She reached
out reverently and gently pulled off the condom from my cock.
She stood up and gathering her clothes, went out of the room.
When she returned, she had put on her clothes, and was
carrying a white hand towel from my bathroom. She had
dampened the towel in warm water. With a smile, she sat down
by my side and began to wipe my cock and pelvic area with the
warm towel. As she finished wiping, she placed the towel on
the nightstand, and looking at my eyes with an expectant
smile, asked "Main aur kucch seva kar sakti hoon aapke liye,
Saheb..." In response, I pointed to the night-stand and asked
her to give me my wallet. Taking the wallet from her hand, I
extracted a 500/- rupee note and handed it to her. She
hesitated a bit before taking the money. "Khush hai tu,
Pushpa?" I asked her, as she sat their awkwardly holding the
money clutched in her hand. "Haan ... haan, saheb..." she

mumbled quickly.
Looking at me with some uncertainty in her eyes, she asked

hesitatingly "Saheb, ab aap mujhe naukri par rakhenge na ...
mujhe ... mujhe aapki seva karne ke liye dubaara bulaayenge
na?" I sensed that she was worried that now I had fucked her
to my heart's content, I may have no more interest in her. With
a laugh, I placed my hand on her thigh and said "Haan, kyoon
nahi ... yeh to sirf shuruaat thhi ... abhi to aur bahut kaam
karna hai tujhe..." Hearing this, she visibly relaxed and her face
broke into a smile. Clutching my hand, she said earnestly
"Bahut bahut shukriya, saheb ... main ... main aapki har seva
karoongi ... main aapko poori tarah se khush rakhoongi..." I
just smiled at her in return, and said "Chal ab tu jaa ... mujhe
bhi naha kar taiyyar hona hai..." "Theek hai, saheb..." she
replied with a smile, and kissing my hands impulsively, got up
and walked out of the room, her slender hips swaying
seductively in their trademark fashion.
After Pushpa left, I headed for a shower as the vigorous fucking

had left me sweaty & sticky. Just as I was toweling myself dry,
the bell rang. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I went to
the door. Looking through the peep-hole, I saw that it was
Kalpana aunty with my lunch. Opening the door, I greeted her
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with a big smile and said "Arre Kalpana aunty ... main aapko hi
yaad kar raha thhaa..." She gave a shy laugh in return and
replied "Beta, main bhi tumko milne ke liye kab se intazaar kar
rahi thhi ... kyunki kal saara din main tumhare baare mein hi
sochtee rahi..." even as she entered the room, and I closed the
door behind us.
Today too she was dressed in her same old bottle-green cotton
saree and matching blouse. As she mopped the sweat off her
brow with the pallu of her saree, I took the tiffin carrier from
her hand and put it down on the center table. Since I was
wearing just the white Turkish towel wrapped around my waist
with water droplets still dripping from my hair, she couldn't help
but look at my well-muscled torso.
With a smile, I pulled her towards me and embraced her

warmly, pressing her heavy body and breasts to press against
my chest. Wrapping her arms around my bare back, she looked
up at my face with a loving and tender expression. "I missed
you yesterday night, aunty..." I said softly, and cupping her
face gently in my hands, kissed her softly on the lips. "Oh
Jignesh beta..." she whispered, and responded by pressing her
body to me and kissing me back.
Since my cock was yet to recover from its brutal assault on the
lissome Pushpa, I did not want to start something I that I
wouldn't be able to complete. Pulling my mouth away from
hers, I said to her with a laugh "Aap bilkul sahi time par aaye,
aunty ... mujhe bahut bhook lagi thhee..." Hearing that, her
motherly instincts took over instantly, and she said "Oh beta ...
tum baitho ... main tumhare liye khaana paros deti hoon ... yeh
sab thanda ho jaaye usse pehle tum kha lo...", even as she
disengaged herself from my arms and busteld towards the
kitchen, wrapping her pallu around her ample fleshy waist.
After she served the food in plates, she sat down by my side to
watch me eat. As I tucked into the delicious food, she watched
me with fond affection. After I had finished my lunch, and was
rinsing my mouth at the sink, she came into the kitchen
carrying the soiled dishes. She then began to wash the dishes
at the kitchen sink, and I plonked myself on the kitchen
platform to watch her. As she was rinsing the plates, she said
to me hesitantly "Beta, tum aaj raat ko mere ghar par aa sakte
ho khane ke liye?"
"Oh aunty, aap mere liye itna taqlif mat uthaya karo ... main
kahin baahar se kha loonga..." I replied. Still continuing to
rinse the dishes and not meeting my gaze, she replied "Beta,
aisa kyoon bolte ho tum ... tum jaante ho na ki aunty ko kitna
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acchha lagta him tumhari seva karne mein..." After a pause,

she continued "Aur ... aur ... aaj aakhiri raat hai jab main ghar
par akeli rahoongi ... kal Jigna bhi waapas aa jayegi ... aur Jatin
bhai bhi..." I had almost forgotten that Jigna was returning
from her picnic tomorrow.
I remained quiet, and just looked at her. It thrilled me to think

about how this buxom 42-year old homely housewife who was
a mother of two, needed me so much that she was literally
begging me to come to her house in the night to fuck her. My
tired cock twitched under the towel. I got off the kitchen
platform, and walked up to her. Wrapping my arms around her
waist, I slid my palms under her saree and felt her ample fleshy
belly. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I said softly into her ear
"Oh aunty ... main zaroor aaoonga..."
Sliding my hands up from her belly, I cupped her huge heavy

breasts confined in the blouse with my palms, and squeezing
them gently repeated "Main zaroor aaoonga aunty ... main bhi
taras raha hoon aapke saath ek aur raat bitaane ke liye..."
Hearing my words, a shy smile lit up her face, and she said
"Thank you beta ... thank you..." Turning around, she dried her
hands on the pallu of her saree and said "Ab main zara bazaar
jaati hoon ... mujhe raat ke liye kuch sabziyaan khareedni

hai..." Once again, she kissed me on my lips and said "Main
tumhara intazaar karoongi beta..." With that she disengaged
herself from my arms, and began to pick up the containers of
the tiffin carrier.
After I had seen Kalpana aunty off at the door, I went to my

room to change. Today was going to be a special day for me, as
I had an appointment at that beauty parlor where Mayuri ben's
23-year old daughter, Seema, was supposed to give me a
'special' massage. I changed into a pair of track-pants, sandals,
and a white polo-neck t-shirt. Getting on to my bike, I headed
to the beauty-parlor run by Mrs. Radhika Sharma, the 36-year
old Punjabi housewife in our colony.
Her husband dabbled in local politics and also ran the cable TV
business in our area, and they had two daughters, aged twelve
and eight. As I parked my bike outside their bungalow, I looked
around to see if there was anyone in the vicinity who would
notice my coming here. Being about 2 pm in the afternoon, the
lane was deserted. They ran the parlour in one of the duplex
houses in our colony itself, and the only advertisement was a
discretely placed board near the gate that said "Radhika's
Beauty Parlor – for Ladies & Gents". As I rang the bell, the door
was opened by Radhika aunty. Upon seeing me, her face broke
into a huge toothy smile, and folding her hands together, she
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greeted me "Namaste, Jignesh bhai ... aaiye, aaiye ... main aap
hi ka intazaar kar rahi thhi..."
Radhika aunty was the classic Punjabi woman. She had a

medium fair complexion and long hair tied in a single braid that
reached up to her hips. Her plump round face had a fair bit of
make-up on it, with rouge highlighting her prominent cheeks,
and red lipstick adorning her thick lips. She was dressed in an
elaborate embroidered red & blue saree, with plenty of golden
tinsels adorning the pallu, and a matching sleeve-less blue
blouse. An elaborate gold & blue-stone necklace adorned her
neck, which were complimented by matching dangling ear-
rings. On her arms, she wore a dozen red & blue glass bangles
each, that completed the Punjabi house-wife dressed-for-an-
occasion look.
I also noted the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair, and a
tear-drop shaped red & blue bindi on her forehead. Her saree
was tied well below her belly-button, and the way she had
draped the pallu over her torso, one could see the partly
exposed front of her sexy well-rounded belly. She was short by
Punjabi standards, only about 5'6", with a heavy womanly
body. Her bare arms in the sleeveless blouse were fleshy, and
under the ornate pallu of her beautiful saree, I could see the
contours of her heavy rounded breasts. Her waist flared into
wide hips and the characteristically heavy ass.
"Namaste, Radhika ji..." I replied with a shy smile, as I stepped

into the room. As she closed the door behind her, she turned to
me and said with a big smile "Mujhe bahut khushi hui Jignesh
ji, ki aap mere parlour mein aaye..." displaying teeth that
betrayed the fact that she was prone to chewing paan. "Aap
baithiye naa ... khade kyu hai..." she said, taking hold of my
hand and leading me to comfortable couch. As I settled into the
couch, I noticed how she had converted what was otherwise
the living room into a beauty parlor. There were three
comfortable reclining leather chairs of the type you see in
saloons, complete with the accompanying paraphernalia that
you see in all parlors.
On the wall facing these chairs was a large mirror, with a

counter in front that had all the tools of the business laid out.
What had once been a show case had now been converted to a
display cabinet filled with various cosmetics. As I looked at the
room, she stood expectantly in front of me, as if waiting to hear
my comments. "Aapne is jagah ko bahut accha sajaya hai,
Radhika ji..." I said. She gave me that wide toothy smile again,
and fluttering her eyelashes replied "Oh, thank you Jignesh
ji..."
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Tucking the pallu of her saree into her waist, she bustled inside
into the other room behind, where the house originally had a
bedroom and a kitchen. She returned in a few seconds, holding
a tray in her hand, which had a dish with rolled-up cold
towelette and a tall glass of chilled raw mango sharbat. Placing
the tray on the corner table by my side, she picked up the glass
of sharbat, and handing to me with both hands, said "Yeh aam
panna hai Jignesh ji ... mujhe yaad hai ki aapko aam panna
bahut pasand hai..."
As she bent forward to offer me the glass, I was rewarded with

the site of the deep v-neck of her sleeveless blouse and the
ample cleavage formed by a rather tight bra holding together
her heavy womanly breasts. Taking the glass from her hand, I
replied with a shy smile again "Oh that's so sweet of you aunty
... par aap ko kaise pata ki mujhe aam panna pasand hai..."
"Arre beta, ab to tum bade ho gaye ho ... kaise yaad rahega
tumhe ki tum jab chhote thhe aur yahaan par cricket khela
karte thhe, tab tum khelne ke baad har roz Radhika aunty ke
ghar par aate thhe ... thanda aam panna peene ke liye..." I
could only muster an "Oh..." as my childhood memories came
back. This was from about 6 or 7 years back, and they had just
moved into the colony. Now I remembered how we as

adolescents used to admire this young Punjabi mother who had
shifted to our colony.
"Tum to bhool gaye Radhika aunty ko ... lekin main nahi bhooli
Jignesh beta ko..." she continued with a teasing smile. "Nahi
aunty ... main nahi bhoola aap ko ... mujhe yaad hai maine
pehli baar aapse kab baat ki thhi ... aapko yaad hai ek baar
hum khel rahe thhe aur ball se aapke ghar ki khidki toot gayi
thhi ... aur main aapko sorry bolne aaya thha..." Hearing this
she laughed, and sitting down on the couch next to me, placed
her hand on my thigh and said "Main kaise bhool sakti hoon
beta ... mujhe acchhi tarah se yaad hai ... woh khidki todi thee
tumhare kise dost ne ... lekin sorry bolne ke liye tum aaye thhe
... maine usi din socha thha ki yeh kitna acchha aur sharif ladka
hai..."
Reaching out with her hand, she touched me fondly on the

cheek, and said "Oh beta, tumhe yaad hai woh sab ... maine to
socha thha ki tum bhool gaye hoge..." "Kaise bhooloonga aunty
... aakhir aap hamare colony ki sabse khoobsoorat aunty
thhi..." I replied with a naughty smile, gazing into her eyes.
She blushed profusely, and laughed again, displaying the red
paan-chewing insides of her mouth. Reaching out to the tray by
her side, she picked up the wet towelette, and handing it to
me, said "Aaj tumne aunty ko bahut khush kar diya beta ... ab
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tum jaldi se haat moonh poch lo is se ... ab aunty ki baari hai ki

tumhe aaj khush kar de...", touching me seductively on my
thigh with her well manicured fingers.
As I finished wiping my face and hands with the cold wet

towelette, she took it from my hand, and standing up said "Aao
beta, main tumhe apne staff se milwaati hoon..." I got up from
the couch and follwed her into the othe room. It was actually
the bedroom, which had been converted into some sort of a
retiring room for the the girls who worked at Radhika aunty's
parlour. Three girls stood there obediently in the room with
their hands clutched together in front of them. One of them
was obviously Mayuri ben's daughter, Seema. What thrilled me
was the way Seema and both the other girls were dressed.
They were dressed in short black pleated skirt that ended well
above their knees, and a matching black collared knit t-shirt.
On top of this they wore a maroon-coloured apron, which had
the words "Radhika's Beauty Spa" embroidered in white on it in
a cursive font.
"Seema ko tum jaante hi hoge beta..." she said pointing to

Seema. "Hello Seema..." I said with a smile. She responded by
folding her hands together and saying "Namaste, Jignesh
bhai..." with a shy smile. Turning to the other two girls, Radhika
aunty said "Yeh Aarti hai ... aur yeh Sushma hai..." The girl
called Aarti was fair slender one, who looked to be Sindhi by
her features. She had the slim built of a school-girl, with pert
little breasts that looked to be 30-B, and a thin aquiline face
with delicate features. She looked to be barely in her twenties,
and her structure was very similar to my maid Pushpa, whom I
had fucked today morning.
She too folded her hands in the traditional Indian way and said
shyly "Namaste sir..." "Hello Aarti..." I replied with a smile. The
other girl, Sushma, looked to be a little older than both Aarti
and Seema, about 25 or 26, I estimated. She was of medium
build, with a pleasant homely wheat-complexioned face, and
could easily be mistaken for your neighborhood didi who had
reached marriageable age. She was reasonably well endowed,
with firm round breasts that I estimated to be a 32-B, and
shapely well contoured legs. While Aarti's hair was cut short in
a boy-cut, Sushma had long hair tied in a single braid behind
her back.
She too greeted me with a "Namaste, sir..." and smiled

coquettishly at me, indicating that she was definitely more
experienced and savvy than the young Aarti. Looking at these
three girls standing there in front of me, as if on display, I
couldn't help admire the way the busty Radhika aunty had
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chosen her girls. For those customers, who preferred the slim
slender types, there was the petite Aarti. For those who
preferred the busty heavy-set types, there was the buxom
Seema. And for those who preferred the homely medium-body
types, there was the sexy Sushma.
As all three of them stood awkwardly in front of me, Radhika

aunty turned to me with a smile and said "Aao Jignesh beta ...
main tumhe upar massage room le jaati hoon..." Taking my
hand, she led me to the stairs, and I followed her meekly like a
young school boy who was just about to lose his virginity in a
whore house. Admiring her heavy ass swing seductively under
her saree as I followed her upstairs, Radhika aunty gave
instructions to Seema. "Tum taiyaar hokar jaldi se upar aa jaao
Seema ... Rambha ko bolo ki fresh bedsheet or towel laga de
cabin mein ... aur Gajra ben ko bolo ki garam pani taiyaar
rakhe bathroom mein..." The first floor of the bungalow was
were there were two more bedrooms with a common bathroom
at the landing of the stairs.
These bedrooms were the ones that were now converted to

what Radhika aunty referred to as "cabins". The windows were
covered with thick curtains, giving the room a cozy feel. At the
center of the room was a queen-size bed flanked by two night-

stands on either side of the bed. The bed was considerably
higher than normal ones, ostensibly designed with the intent of
allowing the person giving the massage to stand and deliver
without having to sit on the bed or bend forward too much.
There was even a small low-height stool placed next to the bed
to allow a person to climb on to the bed without difficulty. One
one side of the room was also a full-sized wardrobe with a
built-in dresser. As we entered the room, I saw that a maid
servant was putting on fresh white linen on the bed. Having
readied the bed, she proceeded to arrange various things like
fresh white towels, lotions, oil, powder, and a basin of hot water
on a trolley-stand next to the bed.
It was when she turned that I recognized this maid, whom

Radhika aunty had referred to as Rambha a while back. She
was a 23 or 24-year old brown-skinned Rajasthani girl who had
been working at Radhika aunty's house for a long time now.
She did not have a good looking face as her mouth was marred
by prominent buck-teeth. But her body more than made up for
her rather unpleasant face. She was dressed in the trademark
village attire of a bottle-green ghagra, a yellow blouse through
which the outline of a white bra could be seen, and a red choli.
I had noted that these village girls had an affinity towards
wearing bright colours, however dark they might be. She had
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average sized breasts, the conical mango-shaped ones that

stood proudly on her chest, and which I estimated to be about
32-B or C.
Her belly was slim and taut like most of these servant girls, but
the highlight of her body was her ass. For her rather average
built, she had a disproportionately huge ass! It was as if the
maker was trying to compensate for the lack of her score in the
face and tits department by doling out all his largesse in her
ass. Her waist flared out to very wide hips, and deliciously large
& round buttocks. If there was somebody apart from Kalpana
aunty whose ass I fantasized of fucking, it was her. As
adolescents, we had heard that she was an easy lay; and would
let you feel her tits for 20/- bucks, give you a hand-job for 50/-
bucks, and would let you fuck her for 100/- bucks.
"Sab ready hai na, Rambha?" asked Radhika aunty as we

entered the room. "Haan, aunty ji..." replied the maid as she
straightened up and turned around. Upon seeing me, she
blushed and gave me a toothy smile, her hands immediately
reaching up to her face to cover her mouth. I just smiled
weakly in return, suddenly feeling awkward realizing that all
these girls probably knew be from the time I was a kid. As
Rambha quickly went out of the room, Radhika aunty turned to

me, and flashing her most charming smile, said "Beta ... tum
bilkul sharmaao mat ... tumhe kissi bhi cheeze ki zaroorat ho to
aunty se keh dena ... tum bas relax karo..."
To Be Continued..
Part - 19
With an embarrassed smile, I replied "Aunty ... I don't know what to do

... this is the first time I am coming to a place like this..." With a little
laugh, she came closer to me and placing her hand on my chest said "Oh
beta, tum chinta mat karo ... tumhe kucchh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ...
tum bas aaram karo ... maine apni ladkiyon ko khud train kiya hai ... woh
tumhe poora satisfaction dengi... " Seeing the apprehension on my face,
she came even closer to me, so that her ample bosom was touching the
lower part of my chest.
Touching my cheeks fondly, she said sweetly "Tumhe jo bhi karne ka

man kare beta, tum kar sakte ho yahaan par ... waise to main tumhara
welcome karne ke liye Sushma ko bhejjit ... par kyonki Mayuri ben ke
kehne par tum yahaan aaye ho ... aur uski icchha thhi ki Seema hi
tumhara pehla massage kare ... is liye main uski baat maan gayi..." I
could only muster an embarrassed "OK..." With a teasing laugh, she
slipped her left arm around my waist, and pulling me to her so that my
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body was now pressed to her lush ripe and heavy body, she ruffled my
hair and said "Oh Jignesh beta ... tum kitne sweet ho..." I just smiled
shyly in return. "Beta ... tumhe agar koi bhi shikayat ho to mujhe bata
dena ... theek hai ... tum to mere VIP guest ho beta ... tumhari khushi ke
liye to aunty kucchh bhi kar sakt hai... "she said in a low husky voice.
She was standing so close to me with her body pressed to me, that I could
feel my cock stir inside my pants and press against her fleshy belly, and I
couldn't help but get aroused at the feel of her heavy ripe breasts
pressing against my torso. And somehow the overpowering smell of paan
from her red mouth only served to highten my arousal. Placing a quick
peck on my lips, she said "Chalo ... ab tum kapde utaar kar let jaao ...
main Seema ko bhejti hoon..."
As she let go of me from her warm embrace, I turned around and began
to unbutton my polo t-shirt. Sensing a movement behind me, I turned
around and saw that she was still standing there watching me with a hint
of a seductive smile on her lips. I was about to pull my t-shirt over my
head, but stopped myself short on seeing her still standing there. Seeing
the surprised look on my face, she let out a small laugh and said "Ruk
kyun gaye beta ... main sirf tumhare physique ki ek jhalak dekhna
chaahti thhi ... maine dekha hi tum har roz subah uthkar gym jaate ho..."
"Oh aunty, please..." I protested. "Accha achha theek hai beta ... main
tumhe aur nahi sataaoongi..." she said with a laugh again. With that she
closed the door behind her and left the room. Not knowing what to do
next, I climbed on to the bed and settled down to wait.
After a few moments, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in..." I said
aloud. Seema came into the room with a shy smile on her pleasant face,
carrying a tray with a glass jug of iced water and a glass. Without a word,
she placed the tray on the night-stand near the bed, and then went back
towards the door to lock it. After locking the door, she turned around and
slowly walked back towards me sitting on the bed. Before I could say
anything, she went down on her knees and touched my feet with both her
hands, and then touched them to her forehead, in the traditional Indian
gesture of respect that youngsters are expected to offer to elders. As her
hands went down once again to touch my feet, I jumped off the bed and
bent forward to grab her by her shoulders. Pulling her up, I asked her
with alarm "Seema didi, what are you doing!" Lowering her eyes, she said
in a small voice "Jignesh bhai, I just want to let you know how grateful I
am to you for coming here..." With a groan, I pulled Seema to me and
embracing her warmly, said "Oh Seema didi ... please don't ever say that
again ... please..."
As I had mentioned earlier, Seema didi was in the same mould as her
mother; short statured, broad, and thickset, with heavy round 34-C
breasts. As I felt her heavy body with those thick breasts press against my
chest, I caressed her back with my hands, feeling the strap of her bra
through the knit fabric of her black t-shirt. She relaxed and let face rest
against my chest, her hands holding me by my waist gently. After a few
seconds, she pulled herself away, and looking up at me with a smile,
wiped away the tears of gratitude that had sprung to her eyes. As I looked
at her broad face, with the weather-beaten wheat-colored skin and thick
lips, I realized she was not the manipulative whore that her mother was.
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Clearing her throat, she said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... ab aap apne
kapde utaar kar let jaaiye..." With that she stood back to allow me to take
off my clothes. As I pulled off my t-shirt, she took it from my hand and
taking a hanger from the wardrobe, hung it neatly on the rod. I couldn't
help but look at how desirable the heavy-bodied Seema did looked in that
short black skirt and t-shirt. She was busty alright, with firm heavy
breasts that were a younger version of her mother.
They did not sag as much as her mother's, but they were still well spread
across her chest on account of the rather tight bra I presumed she was
wearing. Even with the tight bra, her t-shirt was stretched taut across the
span of her breasts. Plump as she was, she did not have a flat belly and I
could see the slight bulge of her ample waist where her t-shirt was tucked
into the waist of her pleated black short skirt. The skirt reached upto the
middle of her thick thighs, and her legs were by no means slender; with
the flesh of her thighs having a dimple at the knees. She wore black
medium heeled sandals on her legs.
As I admired her body, I realized she had caught me looking. When our
eyes met, she smiled in embarrassment and said softly "Jignesh bhai ...
aapki body bahut acchhi hai..." her eyes furtively glancing at my well
muscled chest and biceps. "Aur aapki bhi, Seema didi..." I replied with a
hint of a smile. She just smiled and averted her gaze. Realizing that she
was waiting for me to take off my track-pants too, I proceeded to do so,
albeit with some awkwardness. I was wearing my white Rivolta briefs,
and my cock which had begun to stiffen, bulged slightly from the front of
my briefs. She walked up to me near the bed, and placing her hand on my
bare thighs, said softly "Ab aap let jaaiye Jignesh bhai..." I complied
silently and lay down on my back.
Clearing her throat again, Seema didi said "Aap pehle pet ke bal letiye ...
main pehle aapka back massage karoongi..." "Theek hai, Seema didi..." I
replied, and turned myself around to lie on my stomach. Since I was lying
with my face to one side facing the wardrobe, I could see both of us
clearly in the mirror. Placing her thick hand on my back, she asked
"Jignesh bhai, aapko kis tarah ka massage pasand hai ... cream massage,
oil massage, ya powder massage..." Having never experienced anything
like this before, I replied "Didi ... main pehli baar aise massage karwa
raha hoon ... mujhe iske baare mein kucchh nahi pata ... aapko jo bhi
theek lage wo keejiye..." I saw her smile in the mirror at my inexperience,
and she said "Phir to main aapko oil massage deti hoon Jignesh bhai ...
baby oil se ... woh aapko bahut acchhaa lagega..." "Theek hai didi..." I
replied.
As she picked up the large bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil from the
dresser at the wardrobe, she asked me "Acchha, mujhe ek baat bataaiye
Jignesh bhai ... kya aap yahaan par sirf isliye aaye kyunki mummy ne
aapko aane ko kaha?" As I watched her pour the oil liberally into the
palm of her hand, I replied "Hmm ... agar aapki mummy ne mujhe nahi
bataya hota to mujhe yeh kabhi nahi pata lagta ki yahaan par aise gents
ke liye bhi massage milta hai..." I paused to look at her face in the mirror.
Since she was waiting expectantly for me to complete, I continued "Par
main yahaan par aaya Mayuri aunty ke kehne par nahi ... main sirf isliye
aaya kyoonki mujhe aap ke paas aana thha ... agar aap yahaan par nahi
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hoti ... aur agar aap mujhe yahaan par aane ko nahi kehti to main kabhi
nahi aata..."
That seemed to please her, and as she began to massage my back, she
said softly "Thank you Jignesh bhai..." with a fond smile on her face.
Spreading the oil on my back and beginning to massage my back, she
asked "Aapko Radhika aunty kaisi lagi Jignesh bhai?" "Hmm ... sach
boloon to mujhe who kucchh zyaada acchhi nahi lagi ... mujhe woh bahut
rough lagti hai ... aur waise bhi mujhe paan khaane waali auratein acchhi
nahi lagti..." I replied. "Haan woh thodi si rough to zaroor hai..." she
agreed. "Par mera unpar kaafi karz hai ... unhone mujhe yahaan par
naukri nahi dee hoti to..." her voice trailed off. "Haan yeh baat sahi hai ...
unhone aapko yahaan par naukri nahi dee hoti to mujhe aapke haath se
massage milne ka mauka kahaan milta..." I said with a laugh. She smiled
at that again, and replied "Jignesh bhai ... aapko agar meri zaroorat hoti
to aap sirf ek baar mujhe bol dete ... aapke liye to main aapke ghar par aa
jaati ... aur..." and her voice trailed off again.
Her hands were now gently kneading the muscles of my back near my
neck, and I could feel my body beginning to relax. As I closed my eyes,
she asked me again softly "Aapko kaisa lag raha hai Jignesh bhai ... main
theek se kar rahi hoon na... ?" "Umm didi ... bahut acchha lag raha hai..."
I muttered. She began to massage my spine with her fingers expertly, and
continued chatting with me. "Acchha aapko yahaan ke staff mein se kaun
zyaada acchi lagi ... Aarti ya Sushma?" she asked me curiously. Opening
my right eye, I looked at her in the reflection of the mirror, and saw that
she was gazing expectantly the back of my head, and was keen to hear my
answer.
"Hmm ... yahaan ke staff mein se mujhe sabse zyaada acchi lagi woh
ladki ... jiska naam Seema hai..." "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she said with a
spontaneous laugh, her face breaking into a smile of pleasure at my
flattery. "Bataao na, Jignesh bhai ... un dono mein se aapko kaun zyaada
pasand aayi..." she persisted, pouting those thick luscious lips of her in
mock consternation. "Hmm ... sach boloon to mujhe woh Aarti zyaada
acchhi lagi ... woh mujhe dil ki acchi lagti hai ... woh Sushma mujhe
thhodi chaalu lagti hai..." I replied. "Thhodi nahi ... bahut chaalu hai woh
Sushma..." replied Seema did immediately. "Aapne bilkul theek kaha ...
woh Aarti acchi ladki hai ... woh bhi meri tarah apna ghar sambhalne ke
liye yahaan par kaam karti hai..." she continued. "Par Sushma bahut
chaalu ladki hai ... woh sabko patati hai paison ke liye ... par peeth
peeche sabki buraai karti hai ... sabse badi dhongi hai woh..." Seema didi
said with some emotion. "Hmm..." I responded with my eyes closed,
simply enjoying the way her fingers were manipulating the muscles of my
back.
"Par dekho na logo ki taqdeer kaisi hoti hai ... hai sabse badi chaalu lekin
saare customers usko hi sabse zyaada pasand karte hain ... aur usi ko
sabse zyaada tip ke paise bhi milte hain..." Seema did continued to bitch.
Curious to know more about this clandestine business that Radhika
aunty was running, I asked Seema didi "To yahaan par kis tarah ke log
aata hain, didi?" "Zyadatar yahaan par saare uncle-type log aate hain
Jignesh bhai ... kaafi log woh hote hain jo ki Radhika aunty ke husband
ke dost hote hain ... jinko ki unhe apne politics ke kaam ke liye khush
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rakhna padta hai..." she explained. "Ek to un log ke liye yahaan par
massage free hota hai ... aur upar se woh hamein kabhi tip bhi nahi dete
hain ... kise ne kabhi 10 rupees bhi tip de diya to bahut badi baat hai..."
she continued. "To yahaan par is tarah ka massage dene ke liye Radhika
aunty kitna charge karti hai, didi?" I asked; my curiosity aroused fully
now.
"Jignesh bhai, yahaan par waise to body massage ka rate hai 500/-
rupees ek ghante ke liye, par..." she paused, as if unsure of continuing.
Her hands were now sub-consciously & rhythmically massaging my
lower back. "Par ... extra services ke liye hum extra tip lete hain..." she
said in a hesitant tone. "Extra services matlab kya didi..." I asked in an
innocent voice. She paused in her massage briefly, as if debating how to
tell me, and then resuming the massage, said "Extra services matlab ...
matlab ... handshake ... aur frenchie, Jignesh bhai" My cock lurched on
hearing these crude words. I knew fully well that a "handshake" meant a
handjob, while a "frenchie" meant a blowjob.
"Oh..." was all I managed to muster in response. "Ab aap se kya
chhupana Jignesh bhai..." she continued in a resigned tone. "Yahaan par
jo bhi log aate hain ... woh ... woh sex ke liye hi aate hain..." she stated,
pronouncing the word sex as "sax". "Aur jo log sirf massage ke liye aate
hain ... woh bhi ... woh bhi massage ke baad unka ... unka khada ho jaata
hai..." she almost blurted out in a small voice. "Is liye ... hamein ...
hamein unka paani to nikaalna hi padta hai ... extra service dekar..." she
finished in a small voice. My cock, by now had become painfully hard in
the confines of my briefs, and it was not helped by the fact that I was
lying on my stomach. "Hmm ... aur in extra service ke liye aapko kitne
paise milte hai?" I asked, managing to keep my voice even. Realizing that
I was not shocked to hear this, she relaxed visibly and resumed her
massage. "Waise koi fixed rate nahin hai Jignesh bhai ... sabka alag alag
hai ... woh ladki par depend karta hai..." she answered. "Jaise ki main
handshake ke liye 200/- rupees extra mangti hoon ... aur ... aur
handshake aur frenchie done ke liye 500/- extra..." she said in a rather
embarrassed tone.
"Par Aarti jo hai ... usko ... kyunki woh patli hai na ... isliye usko
handshake ke 100/- aur frenchie ke 300/- hi milte hai..." she said, with
some compassion for her colleague. "Par aisa kyun ... kya woh acchha
service nahi deti hai?" I asked, again in the same naïve tone. "Nahin,
nahin, Jignesh bhai..." she protested, "Service to woh bahut dil laga kar
deti hai ... par kya hai na ki ... ki uske zyaada bade nahin hain na ... is liye
customer logon ko..." she let her words hanging. "Hmm ... samajh
gaya..." I said matter of factly. "Ab kya karen Jignesh bhai ... customer ko
to hamare mammon se khelna acchha lagta hai na ... us bechari ke
chhote hai to bechari kya kar sakti hai..." she said with some feeling for
her friend again.
By now, she had reached my buttocks, and since my ass was covered by
my briefs, she moved down to my thighs. "Phir to aapko hi sabse zyaada
extra service ke liye tip milte honge na, didi ... kyunki aapke to kitne bade
hain..." I said in a teasing tone. "Nahin na Jignesh bhai ... hum teeno
mein se sab se zyaada tip milte hai us Sushma ko..." she said in a
grumbling voice. "Aisa kyun, didi ... aapke to usse kaafi bade hain na..." I
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asked innocently. "Woh isliye Jignesh bhai ... ki woh ... ki who..." she
stopped herself mid sentence. "Bolo na, didi..." I prompted her.
"Arre Jignesh bhai ... woh to paiso ke liye kucch bhi kar sakti hai ... woh
customer ko khush karne ke liye ... unka ... apni jeeb se unki ghaand bhi
chaat leti hai..." she blurted out in an agitated voice. I was stunned to
hear that. "Aur sabse badi baat to yeh hai ki woh massage karte time ...
poori nangi ho jaati hai ... aur ... aur customer se unki ungli apni choot
mein dalwaati hai..." she continued. "Aur phir jab unka paani nikalne
waala hota hai ... tab ... tab woh usko apne moonh mein le leti hai ... aur
unko apna paani uske moonh me nikalne deti hai..." she finished. These
highly erotic words had made my cock rock hard by now. "Main nahin
kar sakti yeh sab Jignesh bhai ... main uske jaise raand nahi hoon ... main
ek baar koshish ki thhi ... ek customer ka paani moonh me lene ki ... par
mujhe ulti aa gayi ... is liye phir woh main kabhi nahi karti..." she said
with sadness in her voice.
Stunned as I was, I didn't know what to say. Mistaking my silence for
displeasure, she stopped massaging me, and placing her hand on my
arm, she bent forward towards my face. "Jignesh bhai ... aap mujhe galat
mat samajhna please... "she said in a pleading voice. "Please ... mera
matlab woh nahi thha ... main aapke liye woh sab karoongi ... main aapke
liye kucch bhi karoongi ... aapki job hi icchha ho woh main poori
karoongi ... aap mere liye customer nahin hai Jignesh bhai ... aap to mere
maalik hai ... main aapki daasi hoon ... please mujhe galat majh
samajhiyega Jignesh bhai..." she continued to plead, desperation coming
into her voice.

Twisting myself around partly, I placed my hand on hers, and said in a
gentle tone "Oh Seema didi ... aap kyun aisa keh rahi hai ... main to sirf
aapka dost banna chaahta hoon ... aap please mujhe sharminda mat
keejiye ... aapki mummy ke kehne par aapko yeh sab kehne aur karne ki
koi zaroorat nahi hai ... main koi jaanwar nahi hoon, didi ... aap bhi na..."
I let my words incomplete, letting the hurt show on my face. Hearing my
words, a mixture of relief and pleasure washed over her face, and she
quickly knelt down near by face by the bed. Taking both my hands in
hers, she kissed them repeatedly, and said "Oh Jignesh bhai ... mujhe
maaf kar do ... mera woh matlab nahi thha ... main to sirf ... main to sirf
aapko khush karna chaahti thhi ... aur aapki kasam Jignesh bhai ... main
jo bhi kar rahi hoon ... aur jo bhi karoongi ... woh main apni khushi se
kar rahi hoon ... mummy ke kehne par nahi..."
I played the hurt bit for a while longer, enjoying the sight of her on her
knees by my side. Finally, my conscience got the better of me, and I
smiled at her warmly. "Thank you didi..." I said with genuine warmth.
"Ab aap please mera massage poora karengi ... mujhe itna acchha lag
raha thha ... aur aap ruk gayi..." I said with a laugh to lighten the mood.
Seeing me laugh, she too brightened, and quickly stood up to resume the
massage. By now, as her hands had reached the back of my thighs, she
paused to pour some more baby oil on to her palms, before resuming her
massage. As I felt her smooth yet firm hands begin to rub the oil into the
back of my thighs, I said "Oh didi ... mere pairon bar bahut baal hai na ...
isliye aapko massage karne mein taqleef ho rahi hogi na..." Before she
could say anything, I finished "Mujhe bahut nafrat hai mere pair ke
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baalon par...""
Arre Jignesh bhai ... aisa kyun sochte ho aap ... yeh to mard ke nishaani
hai ... aap kitne macho or sexy lagte ho in baalon ke wajah se..." she said
in an encouraging tone. Then as if to drive the point home, she said with
a smile "Aur waise bhi ... mujhe to bina baal waale mard bilkul acche
nahi lagte...", searching to make eye contact with me in the mirror. I just
smiled pleasantly at her in the mirror. Her hands moved from the back of
my thighs towards my calves, and her fingers began to knead the muscles
of my calves. It was an exquisite feeling, and in addition to finding it
immensely relaxing, I also found it very stimulating. She had moved
towards my feet completely by then, and was working the magic of her
hands on my feet.
Taking the toes of my feet in her hands, she began to deftly squeeze each
toe. She even massaged the hollow of my feet with her fingers, the oil
making sure her fingers moved smoothly over my feet. And then,
standing at my feet facing my prostrate body, she began to slide both her
hands along the length of my leg, right from my ankles upto my lower
thighs. As she did that I felt my feet press against the soft yet heavy
portion of her upper thigh.
She continued to do this silently for almost 3 minutes after which she
paused, and I heard her take deep breaths with the exertion. I felt her
hands move off my legs, and sensed her fidgeting with something for a
few moments. But the position in which she was standing, I could not see
her in the reflection of the mirror. I heard open and close the door of the
wardrobe, after which she said to me in a soft voice "Jignesh bhai ... now
you can turn around please..." Since I had a raging hard-on by now, I
took a towel from the trolley next to the bed, and placing it over my waist
to hide the bulge of my hard cock, turned around on the bed.
It was only when I settled down on my back that I realized what she had
done. What I immediately noticed was that her black polo t-shirt, which
was originally tucked into the waist of her skirt, was now pulled out. As
my eyes went to her torso, I also immediately noticed that her big breasts
which had been held tightly pressed in her bra, were now free from the
constraints of the bra, and hung freely on her chest, a bit lower than they
were when inside the bra. What she had done was remove her bra from
under her t-shirt before asking me to turn around. It never ceased to
amaze me how girls managed to unhook and completely remove their bra
from under their tops without having to take off their top.
Seema didi, the busty 23-year old daughter of the 48-year old Mayuri
ben, was here with me in a beauty parlour, ready to offer me her "extra
service", having discretely removed her bra from under her t-shirt to
provide me easy access to those heavy 34-C breasts of hers. As she
walked towards the head of the bead, I couldn't help but glance at the
way her heavy breasts moved under rather snug fitting black polo t-shirt;
the sleeves of which were stretched tight around her thick arms. As her
eyes met mine, she gave me a shy smile and said "Jignesh bhai ... aapko
mera massage kaisa lag raha hai?"
Smiling back contentedly at her, I replied "Mujhe life mein kabhi aisa
massage nahin mila hai didi ... aur mujhe itna aaram mil raha thha ki
agar aap mujhse baat nahi kar rahi hoti to main kabka so gaya hotha..."
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That pleased her immensely, and coming up close to my face, she bent
forward and placed a quick kiss on my forehead. Placing her hand gently
on my cheek, she whispered to me softly "Thank you, Jignesh bhai...", an
action which caused her heavy firm breasts inside her t-shirt, free from
the confines of the bra, to press against my torso.
She gazed lovingly into my eyes for a few minutes before pulling away.
Pouring some more oil into her palm, she began to gently apply it all over
my torso. Her eyes were drawn to my well muscled chest and taut belly,
as she began to slowly massage my chest. Since her eyes were on my
body, I used to opportunity to glance at the way those big heavy breasts
of hers swayed gently inside her t-shirt. Even through the thick knit
fabric of her t-shirt, I could make out the outline of her thick nipples,
which had ostensibly hardened by now. As her hands roamed over my
chest, caressing it more than massaging it, her fingers began to slowly
rub the erect nub of my nipples, playing with the hair on my chest
intermittently.
I closed my eyes, and let out a soft moan as her fingers began to run
circles around my nipples, and scrape against them; arousing me
immensely. Her fingers then traced a line down to my belly button, and
began to caress my belly; massaging the sides of my taut belly at the
same time. And then suddenly through my closed eyes, I felt her hot
breath on my chest, and her wet tongue began to lick my nipples! "Oh
didi..." I groaned, placing my hand on her head and pressing her mouth
to my chest. She continued to flick her tongue across my nipples, and
even nibbled on them gently with her teeth! I lay there writhing on the
bed with my eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensational licking she was
giving me.
Her tongue then slowly traced its way up to my neck, and licked along
the sides of my neck. In response, I took hold of her head, with her hair
tied in a pony behind, in both my hands and let out another low moan of
pleasure. As her tongue slid up the side of my neck to my earlobes, I once
again felt those heavy firm breasts of hers under the t-shirt press against
my chest. Placing my hand on her back, I said in a husky voice "Didi ... I
am liking it so much ... and ... and you smell so good..." Pulling her head
up from the tongue-lashing she was giving my ear, she looked into my
eyes, her breasts still quashed against my chest, "It is the perfume you
gifted me yesterday, Jignesh bhai... "her face creasing into a loving smile.
She straightened up, and once again began to massage my shoulders. As
her hands kneaded the flesh of my muscular shoulders, she breathed "I
love your muscles, Jignesh bhai..." I just smiled in return. Then taking
my right hand, she placed it on her shoulder, indicating that I should
hold on to her shoulder, so that she could massage my arm. When she
did that and began to knead the muscles of my biceps, her free dangling
breasts pressed against my fore-arm.
She was looking at me with a curious expression now, as she continued to
rub my arms and fore-arms, liberally allowing her unrestrained breasts
under the t-shirt to rub and press against my forearm. Clearing her
throat, she asked me in a tentative voice "Jignesh bhai ... kya main aapko
acchi nahi lagi?" "Kyun didi ... aap aisa kyun pooch rahe ho?" asked I in
surprise. Looking intently into my eyes now with a solemn expression on
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her face, she replied "Phir ... phir ... aap mere ... meri chhati ko nahi
dekhna chaahoge?" "Oh Seema didi..." I groaned, my hands squeezing
her shoulder hard. "Main to kabka tadap raha hoon..." I said in a husy
whisper.
"Aap nahi maanti ... to yeh dekhiye..." I said intensely, whipping off the
thick towel from my waist to bare the huge bulge that my hardened cock
had created in my white briefts. "Oh Jignesh..." she breathed, as her eyes
darted to my bulging manhood struggling to stay inside the briefs, before
hastily averting her gaze. "Mujhe dikhaao please, didi..." I said in a low
moan, my hand which was resting on her shoulder, squeezing it again.
Silently, she removed my hand from her shoulder and placed it on my
chest. Then, once again gazing into my eyes with an intent look, she bit
her lips and proceeded to pull up her t-shirt from below slowly.
As she slowly pulled up her black t-shirt, her magnificent breasts came to
my view. So far, I had thought that Sejal's were the best pair of tits I had
set my eyes on. But Sushma didi's 34-C breasts were far more erotic than
Sejal's milky mammaries. They were perfectly round, with brown skin
just like the rest of her body. Unlike her mother's massive sagging
mammaries, Seema didi's breasts were much firmer, and yet so heavy,
with a pair of beautiful brown nipples capping them. The nipples were
not black, but a very dark shade of brown, and were surrounded by large
aereolas of a slightly lighter shade. Her breasts were incredibly firm, and
I couldn't help but compare her tits with Kalpana aunty's firm mature
breasts.
Yes, I concluded, her tits were more like a younger version of Kalpana
aunty's; rather than her mother Mayuri ben's. As she stood there
provocatively by my side, holding up her black t-shirt above her breasts,
baring them for my approval, I felt my cock give in involuntary lurch
inside my briefs. I pulled my eyes away from those sexy breasts to look at
her face again. She was looking intently at me, her expression a mix of
apprehension, lust, and shame. I swallowed, and wetting my lips with my
tongue, managed to say "Oh Seema didi ... they are beautiful ... they are
beautiful ... your breasts are so beautiful..." Hearing my words, her face
noticeably relaxed, and a slow shy smile came to her face. Without a
word, she took my right hand which was lying on my chest, in hers, and
slowly pressed it to those soft yet firm mounds of her big breasts.
With a sigh, I cupped her firm heavy breasts from below and squeezed
them. She leaned forward slightly to allow me better access to her tits,
and resumed her gentle massaging of my arms and chest. As I squeezed
her heavy tits and rubbed those large erect nipples with my finger tips,
she smiled shyly and began to run her fingers thru the hair on my chest.
As her fingers scraped my nipples, I shivered and reached out with my
left hand also to cup both of her tits. She then bent forward and began to
lick my nipples with her tongue, gently pinching the other one with her
fingers. This caused her heavy firm breasts to press against my taut belly,
and my cock gave one more jerk inside my briefs. "Seema didi..." I
groaned. "Aapko acchha lag raha hai, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered,
pausing briefly. I responded by pressing her head to my chest again.
By now her right hand had slid down my belly was was gently caressing
the bulge of my cock through my briefs. Looking down, I could see that a
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small spot of wetness had formed on my white briefs where the tip of my
rigid cock was oozing pre-cum. As her fingers closed around the hardness
of my cock through the briefs, she slid her face upwards and began to run
her wet tongue along my neck and my earlobes. I was holding her head
with my left hand, while my right hand slid down to her legs and was
caressing her thick thighs just under the hem of her short black skirt.
As she lifted her face to look at me, I whispered to her "Seeme didi ...
mujhe aapke mamme choosne hain..." Hearing this, she blushed, and
said softly "Haan Jignesh bhai ... zaroor..." She then stood up from the
bed, and averting her gaze from me, pulled her black t-shirt off. As she
dropped her t-shirt on a nearby chair, and stood before me, I wet my lips
with my tongue. To me, there is nothing more erotic than the sight of a
young busty girl, topless, and wearing a mini skirt. She picked up the
bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil once again, and pouring a liberal
amount of it on to her hands, once again came and stood by my side. She
climbed on to the small stool that was placed next to the bed, and sat
down by my side. Pouring the oil from her palms on to my chest, she
began to gently rub the oil on to my skin, even as she bent forward
slightly to dangle her heavy breasts in front of my face.
Placing one hand on my shoulder, she bent forward more, as if asking me
to take her breasts in my mouth. With a soft sigh, I opened my mouth
and took her turgid nipple into my mouth, even as my left hand clasped
her other breast and began to squeeze it roughly. As my mouth closed
around the firm flesh of her breast and my tongue began to lash against
her turgid nipple, she let out a soft moan and sighed "Oh Jignesh bhai..."
I alternated between her two breasts, licking all over them with my
tongue, and sucking hard on those thick brown nipples.
As I suckled on her beautiful breasts, my right hand slid down to her legs
and began to caress her heavy thighs. As my fingers slid under the hem of
her short black pleated skirt, she slid off the bed and stood next to it in
such a way that she was standing right next to my face. Placing one hand
on the side of my head resting on the pillow, she leaned forward again to
feed me her breasts. My mouth closed around the firm flesh of her
breasts again, teasing the erect nipple with my tongue, even as my right
hand slid further up her skirt, feeling the back of her heavy plump thighs.
My hands moved further up under her skirt till they came to the edge of
her panties. I opened the palm of my hand and cupped one of her full
heavy buttocks in my hand.
There I was lying on this elevated massage bed, the busty 23-year old
Seema did standing topless next to me, my left hand squeezing one of her
firm heavy tits, while my mouth was feasting on the right one. She had a
really wide and heavy ass, inherited from her fat-assed mother, and as
my fingers tried to slip under the edge of her black panties, I felt her
straighten up from her leaning position. Averting her gaze from mine,
she moved a few steps back, and turning sideways, reached under he
skirt and pulled down the black panties she was wearing underneath! To
say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I figured she
interpreted my feeling up her ass and panties to be a signal to remove her
panties.
With a solemn look on her face, she once again came and stood close to
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my head, and and placing her hands on my chest, began to gently caress
my chest & nipples again. As I looked at her face, she slowly turned her
gaze towards me and her eyes met mine. There was a look of
apprehension, resignation, and arousal on her face. With an effort, she
smiled slowly, and asked me in a soft voice "Aapko acchha lag raha hai
na, Jignesh bhai?" Looking into her eyes, I clasped both my hands on
hers, making her momentarily pause her massaging, and replied
earnestly "Haan Seema didi..." On hearing my reply, she seemed
relieved, and she smiled a little more confidently. With her eyes on my
body, as she continued to run her fingers in circles on my chest, she said
shyly "Aap ki body bahut acchhi hai Jignesh bhai..."
Her gaze slowly moved towards my pelvis, and she gazed at the huge
bulge that was protruding under my white briefs, the ever widening wet
spot now becoming very noticeable. Her right hand slowly slid down my
belly, and resting her palm lightly on my hardness under my underwear,
she asked in a soft voice "Ab ... ab main ise utaar doon, Jignesh bhai..." I
just continued to look at her face, and with my lips parted in arousal,
nodded my assent. She bit her lips as her pudgy thick fingers closed
around my hard shaft through the underwear and squeezed lightly.
Keeping her gaze averted from mine, she gently hooked her fingers under
the wait-band of my briefs and began to pull it down. I lifted my hips off
the bed to assist her. As she slid my briefs down my thighs, my throbbing
hard cock sprang out like an angry serpent and slapped against my taut
belly. I was so hard by now that my foreskin had got pulled down partly,
and the red bulbous tip of my cock was visible; shiny and wet with the
pre-cum that had oozed out. I caught her let out an almost inaudible gasp
at the sight of my thick hard cock, even as she slid my underwear down
my legs and pulled it completely off. Once again standing really close to
me, her skirt-clad waist pressing against my hips, she looked into my
eyes with a mixture of lust and tenderness. Without a word, she took
hold my hard throbbing cock in her soft pudgy hand, and squeezed
gently. "Seema didi..." I groaned softly, as I felt her fingers close around
the girth of my erect phallus.
With her eyes on my throbbing penis, she reached out with both her
hands and cupped my swollen balls gently with her left hand, even as her
right hand began to gently caress the thick shaft of my cock. Even as my
body stiffened at this erotic touch of her soft pudgy hands, slick with the
baby oil, she said under her breath "Jignesh bhai ... aapka ... aapko bahut
... bahut bada ... aur sundar hai..." her eyes riveted to my fully erect cock.
"Oh Seema didi..." I whispered hoarsely "aap nahin jaanti ... ki aaj mera
woh khwaab poora hua hai ... jo ki main bahut saalon se dekh raha
thhaa..."
Hearing my words, she looked into my eyes, and asked softly "Sach ...
Jignesh bhai?" "Sach ... Seema didi..." I replied hoarsely, my right hand
reaching up and squeezing her heavy gorgeous boobs again to reassure
her. She just smiled shyly, and turned her attention to my cock again.
Pouring a bit of the baby oil on to her palms again, she spread it
thoroughly on both her palms, and then began to work her magic with
her hands on my cock. With the fingers of her left hand, she began to
tease the underside of my swollen balls, while she cupped her fingers
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over the tip of my swollen cock and began to run tips of her fingers along
the length of my shaft, the wet tip of my cock touching the center of her
palm at each downward motion.
It was an incredible feeling, and I couldn't help but marvel at how well
she had been trained by hot Radhika aunty, and perhaps her slutty
mother too. As her fingers tightened around the shaft of my cock, I
jerked my hips upwards, reaching out to squeeze her heavy tits with my
left hand, even as my right hand slipped under her skirt again, and
squeezed her magnificent firm buttocks. As my fingers felt the crack of
her ass, she spread her legs slightly, as if to allow me to slide my fingers
inside. Continuing to rub my cock with her pudgy hands rather than
stroke it, she bent forward again and began to lick my nipple with her
tongue, her heavy firm breasts pressing against my belly.
I placed my left hand on her head, and with my right hand began to
caress her bare back as she ran her tongue all over my chest; her hands
continuing to caress my cock. Then to my amazement, she straightened
again, and quickly pouring some more of the Johnson & Johnson baby
oil into her palm, she cupped both her breasts and smeared the oil
thoroughly on her mammaries. Bending forward, she began to rub her
incredibly heavy and firm breasts on my chest and belly, her slick oily
hands resuming the job of caressing my throbbing cock. Then, taking
hold of my cock firmly in her right hand, she dangled those firm globes
over my cock, and began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cock on her
nipples.
I almost shot my load when she did that, and to hold myself back, I
grabbed hold of her butt and squeezed hard again. She had now slipped
into the role of her job of a professional masseuse, and taking a firm grip
on my cock, began to stroke it slowly, moving her torso so that those
heavy dangling breasts rubbed against my cock. Even before I could
realize it, she gently pulled me towards her by my waist, and lifting my
right leg, pulled it off the bed so that it was dangling from the side of the
bed. With a quick movement, she came in between my outstretched legs
now, and leaning forward again, straddled my huge throbbing cock
between those big beautiful breasts of hers. Cupping both of her firm
globules together, she trapped my cock in between her firm mammary
flesh, and began to move her torso up and down, causing my erect cock
to slide in between her huge firm boobs.
I reached out with my hand and pinched her left breast hard as she began
to do that, groaning "Ohh ... Seema didi..." Due to the oil that she had
liberally applied on my chest as well as her breasts, my cock slid easily in
between her firm tits, and she heightened my pleasure my squeezing her
tits together as well; her heavy mammary flesh making slapping sounds
as they hit my thigh on each downward movement. As she began to
heave herself up and down, milking my cock with her breasts, I cried out
hoarsely "Didi ... please..." Alarmed, she stopped immediately, and with a
look of concern on her face, asked "Kya hua Jignesh bhai ... aapko dard
ho raha hai kya?" "Oh no didi ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha hai ki ... ki
agar aapne roka nahi to ... to mera abhi chhoot jaayega..." I managed to
gasp out.
Hearing my words, a shy smile spread across her face again, and she said
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"Oh Jignesh bhai..." I took hold of her heavy fleshy arm, and pulled her
towards me. Extricating herself from in between my thighs, she once
again came and stood near my face, her hand still holding my rigid shaft,
gently stroking it. I slid my hand under her skirt again, and as my fingers
felt her bare buttocks underneath, she twisted slightly to face me. With a
look of understanding in her eyes, she lifted her right leg, and bending it
at the knees, placed it on the small stool placed near the bed such that
her heavy thighs were now spread apart to give my hand free access to
her pussy.
Then closing her eyes, she took hold of my right hand in hers, and guided
it to her bare cunt. Once again, my cock gave an involuntary lurch at this
completely submissive gesture of hers. As my finger tips came in contact
with the thick puffy lips of her cunt, I realized that her pussy was not
shaved, but just trimmed. As I touched her wet cunt lips with my fingers
lightly, she placed her hand on my arm, and said in a soft voice "Jignesh
bhai ... mummy ne kahaa thha ki ... ki aapko ... aapko aisa hi acchha
lagega ... is liye ... maine shave nahi kiya..." "Oh Seema didi ... aap please
aisa mat boliye ... aap jaisi hai ... waisi hi mujhe bahut acchli lagti hai..." I
said in a gentle voice. As I rubbed my thumb on her erect clit, and began
to rub the thick puffy lips of her moist cunt through the trimmed pubic
hair, she bit her lips and squeezed my arm harder.
Adjust herself to spread her bent knee wider to give me better access to
her moist vagina, she asked in a small voice "Main skirt utaar doon,
Jignesh bhai?" "Nahin didi..." I said in a soft yet firm voice "main nahin
chaahta ki aap aisa kucchh bhi kare jo aap doosre customers ke saath
nahin karti..." "Aisa mat boliye, Jignesh bhai..." she protested "aap mere
customer nahin hain ... aap to ... aap to mere..." she left her sentence
unfinished as she dropped her gaze. Taking a deep breath, she gathered
her courage, and then turning to look me in the eye, she said "Main
aapke liye kucch bhi karoongi Jignesh bhai ... kucch bhi..." Hearing her
words, I let out a sigh and said in a pleading tone "Oh didi ... to phir aap
please ... please mera ek baar moonh mein lengi?" "Oh Jignesh bhai ...
yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai..." she said quckly, "main to ... main to
sirf aapke order ka wait kar rahi thhi..."
And then without a moment's delay, she quickly moved lower towards
my feet and bending forward took the entire length of my cock into her
wide mouth. She didn't even lick my cock or suck on the tip, but just took
the entire length of it into her outstretched mouth till I felt the tip of my
hard throbbing cock touch the base of her throat. The suddenness of her
action surprised me, and as I let out a throaty groan of pleasure, she slid
her hands under my buttocks and began to move her wet mouth up and
down on my cock, making uninhibited slurping noises. As I looked at my
thick cock disappear into her wet mouth, the girth of it stretching those
thick luscious lips of hers, I couldn't help but marvel at my luck.
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She then began to suck on my cock with a practiced bobbing motion of

her head, without holding on to the shaft with her hands. Her tongue
lashed and tickled the tip and underside of my cock as she sucked on my
cock in earnest, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she tried her
best to take my cock deeper into her throat without gagging. Her hands
were busy too, fondling my swollen balls, as if coaxing the semen out of
my shaft. The unrestricted and loving way in which she was sucking on
my cock was evident by the way her saliva dribbled freely from the sides
of her mouth, and slid down the length of my shaft. She was letting out
low throaty moans as she bobbed her head up and down, swallowing my
rock hard cock into the depths of her throat.
At this rate, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, and not wanting to
cum in her mouth on my very first session with her, I grabbed hold of her
head, and whispered urgently "Didi ... bas ... nahin to mera nikal
jaayega..." Hearing this, she slowly pulled her thick lipped mouth away
from my cock, and wiping the saliva off her mouth with the back of her
hand, she said gently "Jignesh bhai ... ab jab bhi taiyaar ho ... mere saath
karne ke liye ... aap bas mujhe bata deejiyega ... main aapke liye haazir
hoon..." Seeing the look of surprise on my face, she asked "Aap kaise
karna chaahenge, Jignesh bhai ... main ... main aapke upar aa jaaoon ...
ya aap ... aap mujhe upar se..." her voice trailed off in shame.
Pulling her towards my face by her arm, I squeezed her hand and said in
a gently voice "Didi ... main ... main aapke saath aisa kucchh nahin karne
waala ... aapne ab tak mere liye jo bhi kiya hai ... main uske liye aapka
bahut aabhari hoon ... aapko aur kucchh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ...
samajh gayi aap" Hearing my words, a look of concern again came to her
face. "Jignesh bhai ... aap aisa kyoon bol rahe hain ... main to aapki hoon
... kya aapko main pasand nahin aayi..." she asked, her voice almost
breaking. "Oh Seema didi..." I crooned to her " ... aap ke saath ... aap ke
saath karna to mera sapna hai ... aap aisa kyoon soch rahi hain ... bas yeh
hai ki ... ki ... main aap ke saath aise ... is massage parlour main nahin
karna chaahta..." I explained.
Seeing the apprehension still on her face, I continued "Didi ... main
jaanta hoon ki aapko yeh sab karne ko Mayuri aunty ne kaha hai..." "Nahi
Jignesh bhai..." she immediately protested "aisa nahi hain ... mummy ne
kaha zarror thha ... lekin main aapke paas apni khushi se aayi hoon ...
aapki kasam..." she pleaded, as if to convice me. Shaking my head, I said
again in a firm tone "Nahin didi ... aaj nahin ... aur yahaan nahin ... aap
jis din mujhe apne dil se apne paas apne ghar bulayengi ... us din main
aaoonga ... aur us din main aapke saath pyaar karoonga... "To reassure
her, I continued "Aap nahin jaanti ki main abhi is waqt aapko ... aapko
chodne ke liye kitna tadap raha hoon ... aap hi dekhiye meri haalat..."
pointing to my blood gorged throbbing cock.
With that, she melted and with a cry of "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she fell over
me, her big breasts mashing against my chest, and she kissed me
passionately on my mouth. I responded by holding her by her back, and
plunging my tongue into her wet thick mouth and kissing her back with
equal fervor. Pulling her lips away from mine, she said in a tender voice
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"Oh Jignesh bhai ... kamse kum ... mujhe aapko thhoda so to satisfaction
dene ka mauka deejiye aaj ... kya ... kya main aapka ... aapka chhoos sakti
hoon..." These are the kind of words that a man dies to hear, and I
responded by groaning back "Oh yes didi ... please..." Without losing a
moment, she quickly slid down to my pelvis again, and taking hold of my
cock in her hands again, she slid her wet hot mouth over it again.
After wetting it with her saliva completely, she pulled my big hard shaft
out of her mouth, and taking it in her hand, rubbed it all over her face.
Then she quickly slid it into her waiting mouth again and began to suck
on it vigorously, taking it to the depth of her mouth to such an extent that
her lips touched the base of my cock with each downward push of her
head. Realizing that I was about to cum any moment now, I grabbed hold
of her head by her hair and gasped "Didi ... ab mera nikalne waala hai ...
ab aap haath se kariye please..." Pulling her mouth off my cock with her
saliva drooling down the side of her mouth, she said "Aap mere moonh
mein hi kar leejiye Jignesh bhai ... please ... mujhe aapke liye kum se
kum itna to karne deejiye..." I shook my head and said, "Nahin didi ... aaj
nahin ... aaj aap sirf woh kariye jo aap aur customers ke liye kartin
hain..."
She looked at me once again with a strange mixture of tenderness and
love, and giving one last kiss to the swollen red mushroom-shaped tip of
my cock, began to stroke me expertly with her hand. As the throes of my
orgasm coursed through my body, I stiffened, and reaching out with my
right hand, grabbed hold of her big succulent firm breasts. As she looked
into my eye with love and stroked my rapidly, I began to maul her breasts
by squeezing them hard, and pinching her nipples. She leaned forward to
give me better access to her magnificent breasts, even as she continued to
pump me, her eyes darting from my face to my cock; her lips slightly
parted with arousal. She slid her left arm under my neck and cradled my
head to her bosom, my face pressed to her breasts, as she continued to
stroke my hard quivering cock.
Her hands were moving so rapidly on my cock now that her big heavy
breasts were quivering with the effort. Her breath was coming out in
shallow gasps now, and between gasps she whispered "Jignesh bhai ...
aap mujhe Seema "didi" bulaate hain na ... to aap "Seema didi" ki ek baat
dil mein rakhiyega please... "Seema didi" aapko dil se pyaar karti hai ...
aur woh aapki daasi hai ... uska tan aur man dono aapke liye hai ... isliye
aapke liye aapki "Seema didi" hamesha haazir rahegi ... aap agar mujhe
aapke saath ek raat bitaane ka mauka doge ... to woh mera saubhagya
hoga ... aap ka jab bhi man kare ... aap hamare ghar par aaiyega raat
bitaane ko ... meri mummy bahut khush hogi aapka swaagat karne ke liye
... aur aap ki icchha ho to main aapke ghar par aa sakti hoon ... main
aapko dil se pyaar karti hoon ... aur aapko poora khush kar doongi ...
aapko condom lagaane ki bhi zaroorat nahi hai..."
This was more than my tortured cock could take, and with a groan I
arched my back off the bed, and my cock erupted, shooting long ropey
threads of my thick jism into the air as she continued to stroke me
passionately. "Ohh..." she gasped, instinctively moving her breasts
towards my jerking cock, allowing my hot cum to land on those round
firm brown-skinned breasts of hers. As she watched my rampant cock in
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fascination, she angled it towards her torso so that my subsequent bursts

of semen landed on her chest and dribbled down between the valley of
her breasts.
As my orgasm subsided and my cock began to become limp, she
squeezed the tip gently, and pressing herself to me kissed me hungrily on
my mouth. "Oh Seema didi..." was all that I managed to gasp out, as I
struggled to restore my breath to normalcy. Letting go off my cradled
head, she gently let my head down on the pillow. Still holding on to my
limp cock to prevent the oozing sperm from dribbling down to my body,
she reached out with the left hand for a wet hand towel.
She then proceeded to wipe my limp penis and my belly where some of
the cum had fallen with the wet towel, before using the same towel to
wipe my jism off her breasts and neck. She then asked me in a tender
voice "Ab main aapko hot towel se saaf karti hoon..." I just nodded my
head and lay there exhausted. She placed another white turkey towel
over my torso to covery my genitals, and picking up her discarded t-shirt,
pulled it over her head hastily. Unlocking the door, she opened it slightly
and called out "Gajra ben ... garam paani lekar aana..." before closing the
door again.
Within a minute, there was a knock on the door. As Seema didi opened
the door, this servant woman whose name was Gajra ben, entered the
room carrying a tub of warm water and fresh white towels. Now Gajra
ben was another one of the rustic peasant women living in the vicinity of
our colony, which essentially belonged to the cow-herding tribes known
as "rabaaris" in Gujarat.
They bred cattle, and their primary source of income was supplying milk
to the nearby households. In addition, they also worked as domestic
helps in the colony to augment their meager income. They were usually
heavily built, and Gajra ben was no exception. She was about 46 years of
age with a rustic weather-beaten face. These "rabaari" women were
unusually fair, something generally not associated with tribals, and the
common joke was that it was the milk business they were in that
accounted for their colour.
She had thick blunt features, with a broad face and thick lips. She was
not milky white like Sarla bhabhi, but in spite of spending much of her
life in the outdoors; she was much fairer than Kalpana aunty or Mayuri
ben. Her weather-beaten face had aged prematurely and was creased
with lines, but it was her body that one just could not ignore. She was
huge, almost the same size as Mayuri ben, and tied her hair in a small
bun behind her head. She wore the traditional "rabaari" attire of an
embroidered backless choli, a similarly colourful embroidered ghagra,
and "ghungat" of sorts that covered the back of her head, and was tied to
her waist. The choli was of the type that had sleeves reaching her elbows,
and covered the whole of her torso right from her neck to her belly.
But the back of the choli was completely open, and it was tied together
with two strings; one at the neck and one just above her hips. When they
stepped outside, they pulled the "ghungat" over their heads, and so one
could not see their exposed back from behind. But when inside the
house, as was the case now, they usually let their ghungat down to rest on
their left shoulder, so that it rested on their shoulder like a pallu of sorts,
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both ends being tucked into the waist of their ghagra. Though she was a
couple of years younger to Mayuri ben, she looked older. Her breasts
were simply massive, the size of mini footballs, and I had a hunch they
were even bigger than Mayuri ben's humongous 42-D mammaries.
Unrestrained by any bra inside, they simply hung like a pair of elongated
melons under that embroidered full-front choli of hers, sagging
considerably with the weight, but yet creating a huge protrusion under
the choli owing to their sheer size.
She had a huge flabby belly too, the folds of which could be seen under
the choli that covered her entire torso. As she padded into the room, her
weather-beaten face creased into a wide smile upon seeing me. Placing
the tub of warm water on the stool next to the bed, she folded her hands
together in the traditional Indian gesture of welcome, and said "Namaste
... Jignesh saheb ... main Gajra maasi hoon ... aapko yaad nahi hoga ...
par main aapke ghar par doodh dene ko aati thhi..." Embarrassed at
being seen by her in this position on the bed, with just a towel covering
my pelvis, I smiled weakly and said "Kem chho Gajra ben..." Still giving
me that broad knowing smile, she touched my feet and raised her hand
to touch her forehead, in the traditional gesture of respect. Every
movement of hers caused those mammoth mammaries of her to swing
gently under her choli, and I found myself looking at them in spite of
myself. "Theek hoon saheb ... bas aap logon ki daya hai..." she replied,
once again with a knowing smile that again embarrassed me. Turning to
Seema didi, she asked "Aur kucch chaahiye, Seema ben?" "Nahin ... bas
Radhika aunty ko bata do ki Jignesh saheb ka massage ho gaya hai..." she

replied.
As Gajra ben left the room, Seema didi closed the door behind her. Then
dipping the fresh while turkey towel in the tub of warm water, she
proceed to wipe my body clean of my oil and perspiration. I lay back and
enjoyed this luxurious sensation of being given a rub-down by this busty
23-year old didi. After wiping me completely clean, she liberally applied
some talcum powder to my body, and then stood back. "Thank you,
Seema didi..." I said with a warm smile and reached out for my briefs
which she was holding for me. As I was pulling on my clothes, she asked
in a hesitant voice, "Jignesh bhai ... jab Radhika aunty aapko poochhegi
ki massage kaisa laga ... to ... to aap kya bolenge?" Taking her hand in
mine, I pulled her to me and said "Main yeh boloongo ki mujhe aisa
experience kabhi nahi milaa hai..."
She smiled at that, and said "Main aapk ek aur baat boloon, Jignesh
bhai?" As I nodded my assent, she continued "Aapko Radhika aunty jab
poochegi to aap yeh bolna ki aap yahaan dubara zaroor aayenge ... aur ...
aur ... baki ladkiyon se bhi ... matlab Sushma aur Aarti se bhi massage
lenge..." Pausing for minute, she resumed "Aarti bahut acchi ladki hai
Jignesh bhai ... woh aapko khush kar degi ... aur us bechairi ko paiseo ki
zaroorat hai ... aur woh Sushma ... woh paisa to kamaati hai hum dono se
zyaada ... par agar aapne usko nahi bulaya to ... to woh mera yahaan par
kaam karna mushkil kar degi ... aap ... aap samajh rahe ho na, Jignesh
bhai?" Squeezing her hands reassuringly, I replied "Of course, I
understand didi..."
"Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai..." Seema didi exclaimed, wrapping her
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arms around me and kissing me on the lips again. As her big breasts
pressed to my chest again, I cupped her face in my hands and said softly
"Seema didi ... ab aapse bhi ek request hai ... kya main poochoon?"
"Haan, Jignesh bhai..." she replied with a little bit of surprise. "Main
jaane se pehle ek baar aapke khoobsoorat breasts ko kiss karna chaahta
hoon..." I said to her in a whisper. "Oh Jignesh bhai ... aap bhi na..." she
exclaimed, blushing profusely. "Maina kaha na, Jignesh bhai ... mera yeh
badan aapke liye hi hai..." she whispered, even as she slowly hooked her
fingers under her t-shirt and pulled them up to bare her gorgeous full
round heavy breasts to me again.
As she stood their submissively, holding up her black t-shirt above her
breasts, offering me her delicious breasts, I groaned "Oh Seema didi..."
Reaching out to cup her breasts with both my hands, I bent forward and
kissed them, running my tongue over her nipples and sucking on both of
them alternately; rubbing my face and cheeks all over them. She sighed
and cradled my face gently. Taking my right hand in hers, she guided it
to under her skirt, and pressing her moist vagina to my palm, whispered
in my ears "Dekhiye Jignesh bhai ... main ... main aapke liye kitni geeli
hoon ... main bhi ... main bhi tadap rahi hoon aapko mere andar lene ke
liye..." Caressing her vulva with my thumb, and sliding my middle finger
inside her most lightly-haired pussy, I whispered to her "Main next time
aapko milne ka intazaar karoonga, Seema didi..."
As we parted, I reached out for my wallet, and extracting a 1,000/- rupee
note, pressed it into her hand. Before she could say anything, "Didi ... aap
please kucch mat boliye ... yeh main aapko ek customer ke haisiyat se
nahi ... ek dost ki haisiyat se de raha hoon ... shagun ke liye ... meri dua
hai ki aapko saari mushkile door ho jaayen..." She was speechless for a
moment, and I could see her eyes water immediately. Clasping my hand,
she kissed it profusely, and then looking up at my face with gratitude,
began to say something. Then, as if not sure of what to say, she just
shook her head, and lowered her head.
I reached out and pulled her towards me in a warm embrace, and just
held her like that for a while, her head resting against my shoulders. "Aap
kucch mat boliye didi ... bas aapki mummy ko aur Radhia aunty ko kucch
mat bolna iske baare mein..." I said to her gently. She just nodded her
head, and wiping her eyes, smiled at me. With this, we parted with one
last kiss. She told me that she wanted to to go to the bathroom to "clean"
herself as well, and asked me to get myself tidied and head downstairs.
After she left the room, as I was combing my hair, Gajra ben came into
the room again to pick up the used towels and the tub.
As I watched her in the reflection of the mirror, I saw her pick up the tub
and then wait in the room hesitantly, as if to say something to me. She
glanced once at the door to see if anyone was there, and then placed the
tub back on the floor again. As she straightened, I turned around to face
her. She picked up the keys of my bike from where I had left it on the
night stand, and handing it to me, said "Aap ki chaabi, Jignesh saheb..."
"Thank you, Gajra ben..." I said with a smile, taking the keys from her
hand. "Saheb..." she began hesitantly, a warm smile on face, "aur kucchh
seva ki zaroorat ho to ... to aap Gajra ben ko zaroor yaad karna ... ab to
aap hamaare se doodh bhi nahi lete ho..." Smiling, I pulled out my wallet
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again, and extracting a 100/- rupee note, pressed it to her hand, saying
"Yeh meri taraf se tumhare liye baksheesh hai, Gajra ben ... aur tum kal
se mere ghar par doodh lekar aana ... main packet wala doodh lena band
kar doonga ... ab tum khush ho na..."
A look of surprise, followed my immense joy flooded her face, and
bowing to me repeatedly she gushed "Oh ... oh saheb ... aapne to hum
gareeb ki dua sun li hai ... main aapko hamara sabse taaza doodh laakar
doongi kal se ... bahut bahut aabhari hoon main aapki..." Then as if
unsure of what to do, her blunt weather-beaten face still beaming, she
quickly stooped down and touched my feet again. "Arre ... aisa mat karo
Gajra ben ... aap to mere se umar mein badi ho..." I exclaimed, pulling
her up by her thick fleshy arms. "Nahin nahin saheb ... aap to hamaare
maalik ho..." she said, again clasping my hands and taking it to her lips to
kiss it.
Hearing Seema didi coming out of the bathroom, she quickly tucked in
the note I had given her into the hidden pocket of her choli, and with a
furtive smile left the room. Just as I finished combing my hair and was
putting on my sandals, the other servant girl named Rambha came into
the room carrying a tray with a cup of tea on it. Coming towards me with
an embarrassed toothy grin, she said "Saheb ... aapke liye chai..." I took
the proferred cup from the tray and began to sip on it. She just stood
there awkwardly, fidgeting with her pallu, and stealing glances at me.
Once or twice, when I caught her eye, she looked away hastily. Sipping on
my tea, I beckoned to her to come towards me. She approached me with
a look of apprehension on her face, but yet trying to smile.

Placing the half empty cup on the night-stand beside the bed, I said to
her "Rambha, tu kya sirf mujhe chai hi pilaayegi?" My question caught
her off-guard, and she stuttered before managing to say "Kya matlab
saheb ... main kucch samjhi nahin ... woh Radhika madam ne bola isliye
main aapke liye chai lekar aayi ... aapko kucch aur chahiye kya saheb?"
"Haan ... mujhe kucch aur chaahiye..." I replied enigmatically, as I
watched her consciously fidget with her mouth in an attempt to hide her
protruding buck teeth. "Kya chaahiye saheb..." she managed to ask
tentatively. In response, I reached out with my left hand, and grabbing
her by her incredibly wide and big ass, pulled her roughly towards me.
With a yelp of surprise, she almost fell against me, and only managed to
prevent herself from tripping over by grabbing my shoulder. I was sitting
on the elevated bed in the room, my legs dangling below, and she was
now right in between my legs. It was evident from this 23-year old
Rajasthani servant girl's demeanour that she was no stranger to sexual
liasions with men. She quickly threw a furtive glance to the door to check
that no one was there, and then clasping her mouth, giggled like a
teenage girl. "Arre, kya kar rahe ho saheb..." she said in a low voice, still
smiling. "Abhi bataata hoon..." I said gruffly, and raising my right hand,
slid it under the pallu. Cupping her firm conical 32-B breast through her
blouse I said in a low firm tone "Yeh chaahiye mujhe ... degi tu?"
She yelped again as my fingers squeezed her firm tit flesh, but she did not
make any attempt to free herself. Clasping her hands to her mouth again,
she giggled again and said "Oh saheb ... abhi koi dekh lega ... mujhe
naukri se nikaal denge..." I smiled slowly, and extracting a 100/- rupee
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note from my wallet, slid it into the deep neck of her yellow blouse. "Kal
dopahar ko teen baje ... mere ghar par aa jaana..." I said to her in a low
tone. A big smile split her face at the sight of the money, and displaying
her buck-teeth, she said between giggles "Aa jaaoongi saheb..." I was
feeling rather sadistic at the moment, and so squeezing her wide ass with
my other hand, I asked her "Teri choot to saaf hai na..." Nothing seemed
to faze this village slut, and with another giggle she said "Main kal
wahaan baal saaf karke aaoongi saheb..." Disappointed that I was not
able to scare her, I said gruffly again "Chal apna ghagra upar kar ... aur
mujhe apni choot dikha ... agar mujhe pasand nahi aaya to main tujhe
nahi chodoonga..."
This did the trick, and for the first time, I saw a look of apprehension on
her face. Her eyes widened and the grin disappeared from her ugly
toothy face. Throwing a furtive glance again to the door, she took a step
back, and without a word began to pull her ghagra up her legs. As I had
said earlier, inspite of her rather unpleasant face, she was gifted with an
amazing ripe body. She pulled up her ghagra to reveal a pair of strong
brown legs and shapely thighs. Still looking at me with wide scared eyes,
she held up her ghagra with one hand, and slid her fingers inside the
waist of her cheap white panties. With her fingers she slid down her
panty to reveal a hairy bush that covered most of her pussy.
As I gazed at the dark mound of her hairy pussy, she said in a faltering
voice "Kal main saare baal saaf karke aaoongi saheb..." Without a word, I
pushed my hand to her vagina, and parting the thick thatch of pubic hair
with my fingers, slid one finger inside her tight cunt. She was not
sufficiently wet, and I was sure it would have hurt her. But to her credit,
she just bit her lip, and let out a soft, almost inaudible moan. I rotated
my finger inside her tight cunt, feeling the depths and folds of her pussy.
She was waiting with a scared expression on her face as I subjected her to
a humiliating pussy inspection. Finally, I pulled my finger out and said to
her "Nahin ... isko poora saaf mat karna ... bus thhoda kaichi se trim
karna ... samajh gayi..." Nodding her head submissively, with relief
washing over her face, she replied meekly "Jee saheb..." Satisfied, I let go
of her. Picking up my unfinished cup of tea, I allowed a slow smile to
come on my face, and said to her in a milder tone "Chal theek hai ... ab tu
jaa ... kal teen baje aa jaana..." She folded her hands together in
submission, and mumbling her thanks, left the room.
I headed downstairs to the living room after making myself presentable.
Seema didi was no where to be seen, but Radhika aunty was sitting in the
couch reading some women's magazine. Upon seeing me, she stood up
quickly and said "Arre Jignesh beta ... itni jaldi aa gaye tum ... kya hua
beta ... tumhe massage pasand nahi aaya kya?" With an embarrassed
smile, I replied "Nahin Radhika ji ... aisi koi baat nahin hai ... bas..."
Taking my arm, she led me to the sofa, and sitting down beside me,
placing her arm on my thigh, asked "Sharmaao nahi beta ... aunty ko
khul kar bataao ... tumhe Seema ne acchhi service nahin di kya..." "Nahin
aunty ... aisi koi baat nahin hai ... mere liye to yeh pehli baar thha ...
mujhe bahut acchha laga ... aur mujhe Seema didi se koi shikaayat nahi
hai..." I replied, still embarrassed at the open way she was talking about
my massage session.
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She looked intently at my face as if to ascertain whether I was telling the

truth, and then nodding her head slowly, smiled. "Main samajh gayi beta
... Seema ko tum jaante ho is liye tum khul kar enjoy nahi kar paaye..."
she said, caressing my thigh gently. I just shrugged my shoulders and
said nothing. "Koi baat nahin beta ... yeh to sirf Mayuri ben ke kehne par
maine Seema ko bheja thha tumari service ke liye ... kal tum phir aana
beta ... kal Radhika aunty tumhare liye ek aur special massage arrange
karwaayegi ... woh tumhare liye aunty ki taraf se complimentary hoga ...
theek hai beta?" she said with an endearing smile, as if tryng to make
amends for something. "Oh aunty ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai..." I
protested.
With a smile, she slid closer to me, so that her thighs were touching
mine. Placing her left arm around my back on my shoulder, she caressed
my thigh with her right hand again, and said with a knowing smile "Beta
... aunty ko sab pata hai ki hamaare Jignesh bete ki kya zarooratein hain
... isliye aunty se sharmaane ki koi zaroorat nahi hain..." The position in
which she was sitting on my right side, her ample breasts under the saree
were pressing against my shoulder. Taking my hand in hers, she
continued "Accha beta ... bataao tumhe hamaari baaki do ladkiyon mein
se kaun zyaada pasand aayi ... Sushma ... ya Aarti?" Embarrassed, I just
managed a shy smile and mumbled something incomprehensible. "Bolo
na beta ... aunty so khulkar bolo..." she encouraged me, leaning towards
me closer, causing her heavy breasts to press against my arms again.
In spite of just having got my rocks off, I was beginning to get aroused
again. And the way she was sitting by my side, twisted sideways slightly,
her left arm around my shoulders, and her right hand resting on my
thigh, the pallu of her saree had slipped off her shoulders partly, and had
come to rest on her elbow. She was making no attempt to pull her pallu
back; instead looking at my face with a smile, and I had a clear view of
the deep v-neck of her red & blue sleeveless blouse, with the deep
cleavage caused by her mature heavy breasts pressed together inside the
blouse. I could make out the outlines of some expensive frilly-bra she was
wearing under the bra.
From the size of it, I estimated that her breasts were a 36-C. The bra was
definitely not a padded one, and yet from the feel of it against my arm, I
knew they were very firm & heavy breasts; quite unlike the soft pliant
breasts of my darling Sarla bhabhi; though not as big & firm as my dear
Kalpana aunty. Suddenly I realized that she had asked me a question,
and instead I was looking at her blouse and breasts visible to me.
Embarrassed, I jerked my head up to look at her, only to realize that she
was watching me quietly with a knowing smile on her face. "Umm ...
aunty..." I mumbled, not knowing what to say.
Then with a deep breath, I gathered my courage, and said to her "Aunty
... woh dono ladkiyaan bahut acchhi hai ... par..." "Par kya, beta..." she
prompted when I paused. "Par ... mujhe sabse acchhi ... aap lagti hai..." I
finished, putting on a sufficiently embarrassed tone to my voice. Hearing
my words, a slow smile came to her voice, and after a pause, she
squeezed my thigh and asked in a husky voice "Tum sach bol rahe ho
beta ... ya aunty ka mazaak uda rahe ho..." Playing the shy schoolboy role
to perfection, I hung my head and said in a small voice "Main sach bol
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raha hoon aunty..." She reached out with her right hand, and touching
my cheek, turned my face towards her. "Tumhe in jawaan ladkiyon se
zyaada aunty pasand hai beta..." she asked again in a pleasantly
surprised voice. I just nodded my head dumbly.
"Oh beta..." she crooned, and pulled me towards her with her left hand
on my shoulder. She dropped her right hand to my lap again, and placing
it gently on the slight bulge of my cock inside my track-pants, she said
"Bahut saal ho gaye beta ... ki kisi ne tumhari Radhika aunty ko is nazar
se dekha hai ... tumne mujhe aaj bahut khush kar diya hai beta ... main
waada karti hoon ki kal jab tum aaoge ... to main khud hi tumhe service
doongi ... aur beta ... main tumhe aisa service doongi ki tum aunty ko
yaad rakhoge..." Hearing this words, my cock twitched a little inside my
briefs, and she felt the slight movement. She quickly pressed her hand to
the bulge, and whispered "Oh beta ... tum to abhi se..." leaving her
sentence unfinished, a seductive smile on those deliciously thick red lips
of hers. At that moment, we heard someone coming down the stairs, and
she quickly removed her hand.
As I stood up, the other two girls, Sushma and Aarti came into the room.
On a sudden impulse, I pulled out my wallet, and turning to Radhika
aunty said "Aunty ji ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to main Aarti aur Sushma
ko ek chhoti si bhet dena chaahta hoon ... main aaj yahaan pehli baar
aaya hoon na ... isliye inse kahiye ki yeh meri taraf se sweekar kar le..." As
I pulled out two 500/- rupee notes from my wallet, Radhika aunty
started to say "Arre beta ... iski koi zaroorat nahi hai..." Turning to her
with my back to the two girls, I looked at her intently and said "Please
aunty..." She got the message and smiled warmly; and looking at the girls
said "Accha beta ... Jignesh ji jab itne pyaar se de rahe hain to tumhe
mana nahi karna chaahiye..."
I approached Sushma first, and looking at her surprised face with a
smile, pressed the 500/- rupee note into her hand. She recovered in a
moment, and accepting the money with both hands, said "Thank you
Jignesh ji..." a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Main ummeed
karoongi ki aap jab next time aaye to mujhe aapki service karne ka
mauka de..." she said in a seductive tone. I just smiled and winked at her.
Turning to the rather shy Aarti, I pressed the other note into her hand.
She was still recovering from the surprise, and just accepted the money
in stunned silence, her eyes darting from Radhika aunty to Sushma, as if
seeking their approval. "Le lo, beta..." Radhika aunty urged her.
Finally she looked at me gratefully with those big brown eyes of hers, and
stammered "Thank ... thank you, Jignesh ji..." I just smiled at her warmly
in return. Just at that moment, Seema didi entered the room, and
suddently there was an awkward silence in the room. To break the
silence, I turned to her with a smile and said "Accha Seema didi ... to
main chalta hoon..." She just smiled awkwardly at me, and nodded her
head. Turning to leave, I stopped near Radhika aunty, and she said with
a smile "To beta ... kal hum tumhara intazaar karenge..." I smiled back at
her and said "Ji aunty ji..." With that, I closed the door behind me and
left the house.
Getting on to the bike, I decided to stop over at Mayuri ben's place and
give her an update. It was nearing 3:30 pm and I wanted to catch her
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alone at her house, before her daughter Amisha returned from school.
Reaching her place, I parked the bike and rang the bell. After a minute,
she called out from inside "Kaun hai?" in a rather irritated tone. "Main
hoon, Jignesh ... Mayuri aunty" I replied. There was a bustle behind the
door, and she opened it in a few seconds. "Oh Jignesh beta ... tum ho ...
main so rahi thhi..." she said in an apologetic tone as she opened the
door. "Sorry aunty ... maine aapko disturb kiya ... mai bas aise hi aaya
thha..." I said with an apologetic smile as well. "Arre beta ... aisa mat bolo
... tumhare liye to aunty ka darwaaza hamesha khula hai..." she said
quickly with a warm smile, and taking my hand led me inside.
Her face was still swollen from sleep, and she had hastily tied a small
elastic band on her hair in a pony. She was dressed an old housegown
with buttons in the front upto her waist, and from the way her massive
boobs swung freely inside the gown as she led me to the sofa, I could
make out that she was not wearing a bra. "Aao beta ... baitho..." she said,
as she cleared some newspapers that were strewn on the sofa. As she
bent forward to clear the newspapers, I could help but once again marvel
at that humungous ass of hers under the gown.
"Tum baitho beta ... main zara mooh dhokar aati hoon..." she said, as she
waddled into the kitchen, her massive ass swaying under the gown. The
gown was a few inches short of her ankles, and one could see the white
petticoat she was wearing under the gown. After a few moments, she
reappeared, wiping her face with a small towel. "Tum kya loge beta ...
chai ya coffee..." she asked as she came in. "No aunty, thank you ... I just
had tea at Radhika aunty's place..." I replied. "Acchha ... to main tumhare
liye thhoda nimbu sharbat banaaoon beta..." she asked. "Ok aunty..." I
replied with a laugh. As she padded into the kitchen, I followed her. As
she was squeezing the lemons to make the lime juice, she asked "To beta
... aaj tumko Seema ne khush kiya ke nahi?" I pretended to be ashamed,
and with an embarrassed smile replied "Oh aunty ... main kya boloon ...
Seema didi bahut acchhi hai..."
She laughed upon hearing that. "Acchha mujhe bataao beta ... usne
tumhari acchhe se seva kin a ... tumko pura satisfaction diya na beta
usne..." Seeing my discomfort, she prompted "Aunty se kya sharmaana
beta ... bolo..." "Hmm ... haan aunty..." I replied in a shy tone. "Tumko
uske ball acchhe lage beta?" she asked me with a mischevious smile. I
was shocked on hearing this. The mature 48-year old Mayuri ben was
asking me if I liked her 23-year old daughter's tits! With a twinkle in her
eyes and a naughty smile, she continued "Uske ball mere se tight hai na,
beta ... tumko acchhe lage na?" "Haan aunty..." I managed to reply "par
mujhe ... aapke zyaada pasand hai..." I finished, giving her an
embarrassed smile. Hearing this, she beamed "Oh dikra ... tum sach
mein bahut sweet ho..." she said smiling " ... tum acchhi tarah se jaante
ho aunty ko khush karna..."
"Nahin aunty ... aisi baat nahi hai..." I protested. Dismissing my protest,
she continued "Accha beta ... usne tumhare auzaar ko apne ball ke beech
mein liya ke nahi?" This conversation was getting incredulous now. I
couldn't believe how a woman could talk about her own daughter in such
a brazen manner. But from her expression, I realized that she was not
trying to tease me, but genuinely curious to know if her daughter had
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done a good job or not. "Umm ... haan aunty..." I mumbled. Adding some
water to the squeezed lime, she queried in a matter of fact tone "Aur ...
usne tumhara moonh mein liya ki nahi beta?" Once again, I just about
managed to mumble her assent. "Hmm ... aur phir usne tumhare upar
chadhkar tumko apne andar liya na beta?" she continued, as if asking
questions to one of her tuition students.
She was looking expectantly at my face now, and I managed to reply
"Umm ... aunty ... nahin..." Her face registered annoyance, and she
pipped "Nahin kyun ... arre maine usko acchhe se instruction diya thha ki
kya karna hai..." shaking her head. "Nahin aunty ... Seema didi par gussa
mat hona aap ... maine hi didi ko kuchh aur karne se mana kiya..." I
stated. "Oh..." she responded. "To kya tumne usko choda nahi beta?" she
asked in a surprised tone. I just shook my head in the negative, and said
"Aunty ... please ... mujhe Seema didi bahut acchhi lagi ... par main unke
saath wahaan par woh sab nahin karna chaahta thha ... maine didi se
kahaa ki main Mayuri aunty se permission loonga ... aur phir ek din
Seema didi ke saath raat bitaaoonga..." I said in a contrite tone.
Hearing my words, a look of warmth and understanding came to her
face, and she said "Beta ... tum sach mein dil ke bahut acchhe ho ...
tumhe aunty se permission lene ki kya zaroorat ... main aur meri beti
dono hi to tumhare liye hai..." I just smiled my thanks and did not
respond. Finished with making the lime juice, she handed me the glass.
As I drank the cool lime juice, she watched me fondly. Once I finished,
she came closer to me to take the glass from my hand. Taking the glass
from me, she pressed her belly to me and touching me on my cheek with
her other hand, said "Beta ... tumhe pata hai na ki aunty tumhaare liye
hamesha haazir hai ... aur beta ... ab tumhe jab chaahiye tab Seema bhi
tumhaare liye haazir rahegi..." My cock which was beginning to overcome
its fatigue, stirred in my undies, and the fact that she was pressing her
ample belly to my crotch was not helping either. She had placed her free
hand on my waist, and was looking up at my face with a knowing smile
on her face. It was an incredible feeling to have a mature buxom 48-year
old woman, her hair beginning to gray at the temples and a pair of old-
fashioned spectacles perched on her nose; trying to seduce you.
The top two buttons of her gown were open, and in this position I could
see the deep cleavage formed by her mammoth breasts dangling free
inside the gown. The gown was stretched across her mountainous tits,
and I could clearly see the outline of her thick nipples protruding
through the worn cotton of her gown. Noticing my gaze, she asked me in
a low voice "Beta ... kya Seema ne tumhara ... tumhara paani nahi
nikala?" Shell-shocked, I could only muster "Uhh ... haan ... haan aunty
... aap aisa kyun pooch rahe ho?" With a little laugh, she replied "Nahi ...
kucch nahi ... bas aise hi pooch rahi thhi..." smiling mischievously. I
realized she was obviously asking this since she could feel my stiffening
cock against her ample belly.
Still smiling, looking up at me, she slid her hand down between us, and
gently squeezing my slowly growing cock through my track-pants
continued "Lagta hai ki aunty ko kucchh karna padega ... idhar to koi ab
bhi bekaraar hai..." Deciding that there was no holding back now, I
cupped her massive tits through the thin gown, and squeezing them said
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"Kya karoon aunty ... jab bhi aapko dekhta hoon to aisa hi hota hai..."
"Oh Jignesh beta..." she said huskily, and with a groan pulled my face
towards hers and kissed me on my mouth. Slipping my other hand
behind her and placing it on her massive ass, I thrust my tongue deep
into her mouth and kissed her back hard. Kissing her, I simultaneously
began to squeeze her massive breasts through the gown, pinching the big
nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
She pulled her mouth off mine, and turned around to place the empty
glass on the kitchen platform. As her back was towards me, I embraced
her from behind, wrapping my arms around her big flabby belly, and
pressing my hardening cock to that huge ass of hers. Twisting her head
sideways, she asked me brazenly, a teasing tone to her voice "Beta, do
you want to fuck your Mayuri aunty now?" I mumbled my assent, and
placing my chin on her shoulder, ran my tongue over her earlobes.
"Ooohhh..." she moaned "you are really making me hot now, beta..." I
laughed inwardly, thinking about how much bull-shit she fed me just to
massage my ego.
"Acchha ... let me atleast finish washing these vessels beta ... then we can
go to the bedroom" she said laughing. "No aunty ... I want to do it with
you right now ... right here..." I said hoarsely, sliding my hands up to her
massive mammaries and squeezing them hard. I quickly began to open
the remaining buttons of her gown, which went right down to her belly
and then sliding my right hand inside the gown began to knead the
humungous fleshy mass of her right breast. She responded by pressing
my hand further to her breast and grinding her big ass on my rapidly
hardening cock. Slipping my other hand too inside the gown, I hefted
both of her mammaries in my hand and squeezed them together. As I
pulled her big brown nipples, she said huskily "Don't you want to suck on
aunty's breasts today, beta?" "Oh yes, aunty" ... I groaned.
She twisted around sideways to face me, and shoving her hand inside the
open front of her gown, pulled out her right teat. Pulling the open neck of
her gown sideways, she let her humongous tit hang out in the open. In
spite of having seen them before, I still couldn't help but marvel at the
sheer size of her mammaries. They hung down on her chest like a big ripe
jack fruit. Cupping them with the palm of her right hand, she hefted it
up, and presented it to me proudly. "Lo beta ... choose isko ... yeh
tumhare liye hi hai..." she said with a hint of pride in her voice.
Gone was her inhibition and she was brazen in her exhibition to me. I
took a step back and admired the view of this mature 48-year old Mayuri
ben standing in the kitchen of her house, her gown open fully from the
front, hefting up one of her massive tits, and offering it to me to suck on.
With a groan, I reached out for it and cupping it with both my hands,
clamped my mouth on it. Her single breast was big enough to be held
with both my hands, and as I tried to suck in the mature flesh of her
boob, she encouraged me by grabbing hold of my head and pushing my
mouth into it. Her other hand had slipped in between us, and she was
now wantonly squeezing my fully erect cock through the fabric of my
track-pant and underwear.
As I sucked on her huge breast like a maniac, she hissed "Tum doosre
waale ko akela hi chhodoge kya beta?" "Aunty ... baahar nikalo usko
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bhi..." I hissed back, chewing on the proffered nipple which had grown to
the size of my toe-finger now and flicking my tongue across it. With a
smile, she quickly slid her left hand inside the open front of her gown and
pulled out the other tit also. In spite of her gown being the type which
had buttons going all the way from her neck to her waist, it was with
difficulty that she managed to pull out the other one as well.
To Be Continued
Part - 21
The wide open front of her gown was stretched taut by the sheer girth of
both her breasts being bared. Being a snug fit through that neck opening
of the gown, those incredibly huge mammaries of hers were pressed
together, giving an incredibly erotic view. I went berserk on them,
squeezing them, licking them, pinching them, and sucking on them like a
man possessed. By now, she had slid her hand inside my track-pants and
was massaging my cock with those thick coarse pudgy fingers of hers.
She turned around fully to face me, and leaning back against the kitchen
platform, pulled me towards her breasts. Cupping her mammaries with
both my hands, I buried my face between them.
After I had my fill of sucking on those humongous footballs of hers, I

raised my face to look up at her. She had a look of contentment on her
face. Caressing my cheek, she said "Main jaanti hoon beta ... tum ye soch
rahe ho na ki kaash Mayuri aunty ke mammon mein doodh hota to kitna
accha hota ... hai na beta?" It came back to me in a flash that she was
referring to my saying that the day before. Without waiting for me to
reply, she said "Aunty ne sab intazaam kar diya hai beta ... agar tumko
koi aitraaz na ho to main Alka ko kal dopahar tumhare ghar par bhej
doongi..." referring to the 27-year old housewife I'd been introduced to
yesterday.
By now, Mayuri ben had slid her hand inside my underwear, and was
teasing my already rigid cock with her fingers. "Aunty..." I said " ... mujhe
yeh thheek nahi lag raha hai ... Alka bhabhi se ye sab karwaana ... main
jaanta hoon ki unko paiso ki zaroorat hai ... aur mein unko jitney paise
chaahiye woh dene ko taiyyar hoon ... par main unke saath yeh sab nahi
karna chaahta..." Hearing this, Mayuri ben smiled, and said "Arre beta ...
main jaanti hoon ki tum kitne dildaar ho ... par agar tum usko aise hi
paise doge to socho ki usko kya lagega ... bechaari ko aisa lagega ki woh
gareeb hai iske liye tum usko bheekh de rahe ho..." When I did not say
anything, she continued "Beta aisa bhi nahin hai ki woh yeh sab paise
kamaane ke liye koi dhandha kar rahi hai ... aur main jaanti hoon ki tum
uske saath ek raand ki tarah nahi pesh aaoge ... socho beta ... agar woh
tumhari seva karti hai ... aur tum uske badle mein uski madad karte ho ...
to uska bhi atmasamman bana rahega ... hai ki nahi?" I couldn't refute
her cold logic, and said "Theek hai aunty ... aap kehte ho to..."
She brightened upon hearing my assent, and squeezing my cock with her
fingers inside the briefs said with a laugh "Abhi chhodo yeh sab batein ...
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dekho dumhara dheela pad gaya hai ... aao main usko phir se khada karti
hoon..." With that she quickly pulled a small stool lying in the kitchen,
and hitching her old gown and petticoat up to her knees, sat down on it.
Hooking her fingers in the elastic waist-band of my track pants and
underwear, she pulled them down to my ankles together. As I stepped
out of them bunched around my ankles, she quickly took my semi-rigid
cock in her coarse hand, and breathed "Oh Jignesh beta ... kitna pyaara
lauda hai tumhara..."
Pushing her spectacles up the bridge of her nose, she pushed my cock up
towards my belly with her right hand and brought her face towards my
crotch. Thrusting out her thick juicy tongue, she began to run it along the
underside of my cock. I groaned and held her by her head. Moving her
head, she also began to lick my swollen balls with her tongue, stroking
my cock with her hand at the same time. To my utter surprise, she made
a moaning sound, and opening her mouth, sucked one of my balls into
her mouth. Holding me by my waist with her other hand, as she lashed
her tongue on my balls and stroked me at the same time, I could feel my
cock swelling to its full hardness.
"Chooso aunty..." I groaned, and hearing that, she quickly guided my
hard erect cock into her mouth. This mature 48-year old school teacher
was an accomplished cock-sucker. With a groan, she opened her mouth
wide, and holding me by my hips, pulled me towards her to send my
swollen spear deep into the depths of her mouth. She held me fast by my
hips, letting my cock stay buried in the depths of her mouth, as she made
gurgling sounds trying to adjust her throat to get used to the girth of my
hard cock. Mad with lust, I grabbed her by the bun of her hair, and
pushed my cock deeper till I felt the swollen tip of my cock press against
her throat.
Then with a groan, I pulled my cock out. It was wet and slippery with her
saliva. Holding my cock with my right hand at the base, and holding her
head by her hair with the other, I began to rub and slap my wet slippery
cock all over her face. "Umm ... haan beta..." she moaned. As I let go off
my cock, she quickly took it in her hand, and taking them tip of it into
her mouth again, began to rhythmically stroke it while sucking on the tip
at the same time. This was getting difficult to handle, and if she
continued this for long, I knew I was going to shoot my load right into
her mouth.
Grabbing her by her head again, I spread my legs, and with a groan
thrust my cock once again into the depths of her mouth. As I felt my cock
head press against her throat again, I groaned, and began to fuck her
mouth with vigor. I wanted to treat her like the wanton slut that she was,
and so began to thrust into her mouth just like I would fuck her cunt. She
was more than willing to co-operate, and opened her mouth wider to
allow me to ravage her mouth. As I watched this 48-year old mature
Mayuri ben sitting there on the stool in front of me, her hair beginning to
gray at the temples, her huge pendulous breasts hanging out in the open
from the open neck of her gown, willingly taking my big cock into her
mouth, I couldn't but marvel at my good fortune.
As my cock slid in and out of her mouth, she was making throat grunts,
and her saliva was drooling down from the sides of her mouth liberally. I
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knew I couldn't sustain this for long, so I slowly pulled my cock out of her
mouth. As my cock came out of her mouth, she let out a deep sigh and
took in huge lungfuls of air, wiping the saliva from her mouth with the
back of her hand. Looking up towards me through those matronly
spectacles of hers, she asked in a husky voice "Ab aunty ko chodoge
beta?" Maddened with lust by now, I just nodded my assent.
Getting up with difficult from the stool, she took hold of my cock in her
hand again, and said "Bedroom mein chale beta?" Grabbing one of her
huge pendulous mammaries with my right hand, I said huskily "Nahin
aunty ... main aapko idhar kitchen mein hi chodna chaahta hoon..."
Hearing this a seductive smile came to her face and she whispered
"Peecche se chodoge mujhe beta?" "Haan aunty ... agar aapko itraaz na
ho to..." I replied, squeezing her breast hard. "Arre beta ... itraaz kaisa
aunty ko ... aunty ko tumhaare alaawa chodne wala aur kaun hai..." she
said with a knowing smile. With that she turned around and leaned
forward on the kitchen platform.
She quickly pulled up her old house gown along with the worn petticoat
to bare those massive thighs and that huge flabby ass of hers. Supporting
herself on the platform with her left hand, and holding up her gown &
petticoat with her right, she spread her legs apart in the perfect position
to allow me to fuck her from behind. Twisting her head sideways, she
said in a throaty voice "Ab aunty ko jaldi se chodo beta ... dekho aunty
tumhare liye kitni geeli ho gayi hai..." It was an incredible sight; this
mature 48-year old woman with tits like udders, standing here bent
forward on the kitchen counter; urging me to fuck her. Kalpana aunty's

ass was probably wider than hers, but Mayuri ben's ass was by far the
biggest and fattest ass I had ever seen on a woman. Caressing the flabby
flesh of her mammoth ass with my left hand, I rubbed my slippery wet
cock in the crack of her ass.
"Oh beta ... tadpaao mat aunty ko ... chodo na beta..." she moaned, as I
teased her ass with my hard wet cock. In response, I thrust my right hand
in between her thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of her thick hairy
cunt. She was right about being wet. As she felt my finger on her sopping
wet hairy cunt, she grabbed hold of my hand, and pressed it to her cunt,
crying "Oh beta..." I quickly thrust two of my fingers into her thick hot
cunt, and rammed it in all the way up to my knuckles, eliciting one more
groan of pleasure from her. Pulling my wet fingers out, I bent my knees
slightly, and positioned my hard cock at the opening of her cunt from
behind. Holding her by her massive fleshy ass, I thrust my cock into the
depths of her mature cunt in one swift motion. It was like a hot knife
spearing through butter. As my hip smacked against her ass, my cock
buried to the hilt in her cavernous cunt, she cried out "Aahhh beta ...
chodo Mayuri aunty ko ... chodo zor se..." Not wanting any further
invitation, I took hold of her by her wide hips, and began to ram my cock
in and out of her sopping wet cunt.
I pulled her more towards me, and applied pressure on her back,
indicating to her that she should bend down further. She complied
instantly, and bent down fully, placing both her arms flat on the kitchen
platform, bent at the elbows, and rested her face on them. This caused
her huge mammaries to hang free like over ripe melons, and they swung
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heavily each time I rammed my cock into her. As I had said earlier also,
even with my fully hard cock buried in her cunt, I could feel that there
was enough room in that cavernous cunt of hers to accommodate more.
A woman of her size probably needed a 9" cock to satiate her, and my 7"
one was woefully inadequate. Leaning forward a bit, I took hold of one of
her massive free swinging breasts, and squeezed them hard even as my
cock pistoned in and out of her hot juicy cunt. "Ohhh beta ... dabaao
aunty ke mammon ko ... aur zor se chodo aunty ko..." she moaned,
reaching out with her right hand to finger her cunt simultaneously. That
was it for me, and with a groan, I exploded inside her. As my cum blasted
out of the swollen tip of my cock, I pushed it deep into her cunt, and held
it pressed inside, feeling my cock tremble and jerk. As my second orgasm
in the span of one hour took hold of me, I arched my back and let my
sperm fill the cavernous depths of her pussy.
Exhausted, I collapsed on her back. She let me rest on her back in that
position, and said softly "Acchha laga, beta?" "Ohh aunty ... bahut acchha
laga ... ab jaakar mujhe raahat mili hai..." I gasped, as I struggled to
regain my breath. My cock, which was beginning to get limp now, slipped
out of her pussy. Reaching between her legs, she caressed it with her
fingers and said "Beta ... mujhe maalum hai ki meri choot dheeli hai
isliye tumko mazaa nahi aata hai ... par kya karoon beta ... ab to main
boodhi ho gayi hoon na..." This woman never ceased to amaze me with
her brazen talk. Squeezing those massive udders of hers, which were still
dangling outside, I said "Oh aunty ... aisa mat boliye aap ... mujhe bahut
mazaa aata hai aapke saath karne main..."

Hearing that she let out a short laugh and said "Ja beta ... maskha mat
lago aunty ko ... main jaanti hoon tumhaare jaise jawaan ladke ko kya
chaahiye..." When I did not respond, she continued "Beta tum ek din raat
ko yahaan par sona ... main Seema beti ko tumhaare liye taiyyaar kar ke
rakhoongi ... tumhe usko chodne mein bahut mazaa aayega beta..." My
drained cock still managed to give an involuntary lurch, hearing this 48-
year old matronly woman inviting me to fuck her own daughter. I just
mumbled "Oh aunty..." As she straightened and turned around, she once
again fondled my limp cock and balls, and said "Par beta ... tum tumhari
Mayuri maasi ko bhool to nahi jaaoge na ... kabhi kabhi tum maasi ki bhi
pyaas bujha dena ... main taras jaati hoon tumhaare jaise jawaan ladke
ke liye ... yaad rakhoge na beta?"
"Oh aunty ... aapko kaise bhooloong main..." I said with mock earnesty.
"Aur next time beta ... main tumko guarantee se aur mazaa doongi ...
next time tum aunty ki ghaand mein daalna ... main guarantee deti hoon
ki tumhe meri ghaand maarne mein isse zyaada mazaa aayega..." she
continued with a smile, still fondling my cock and balls with her pudgy
fingers. At that very instance, the bell rang. "Lagta hai Amisha school se
aa gayi hai..." she said guiltily. Giving me a final lingering kiss, she
quickly shoved her mammaries inside the gown and began to button up.
As I also began to hastily pull on my clothes, she said to me "Tum
darwaaza kholo beta ... main tumhare liye chai banaati hoon..." After
hastily pulling on my clothes, I opened the door.
The 17-year old Amisha' face lit up with pleasure upon seeing me. There
is a timeless eroticism to a teenage schoolgirl like Amisha. She was
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dressed the same school uniform of a knee-length beige pleated skirt that
was just short of her knees, a white collared shirt with the half sleeve
fashionably folded, the top button left open tantalizingly, and the brown
tie left fashionably loose around the collar. Her school bag was slung
casually across her right shoulder with only one of the two straps,
causing her proud young breasts to be thrust tantalizingly out through
her shirt.
"Jignesh bhaiya!!!" she exclaimed, upon seeing me and nearly flung
herself into me and wrapped her arms around my back, pressing her ripe
young body to mine. With one eye on the kitchen door, I smiled at her
warmly and said "Hi Amisha ... I was waiting for you only..." rubbing her
back. Flinging her bag on to the sofa, she dragged me towards the sofa,
pulling me down to sit beside her. Lifting both her legs to sit cross-legged
on the sofa, she turned towards me and clasping her hands together in
glee, said in an excited child-like tone "You know Jignesh bhaiya ... every
one in school liked my new cycle so much today ... they were also so
jealous you know!"
I just laughed upon hearing that and said "Well, they are going to be even
more jealous when you go to school day after tomorrow with a new bag!"
my hand resting on her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up her
knee. "Oh really!!!" she squealed with delight, clasping her hands
together again and jumping up from the sofa. Grabbing hold of my hand
again, she dragged me into the kitchen, jumping up and down like an
excited kid. "Mummy ... Jignesh bhaiya is getting me a new school bag!"
she exclaimed. Peering through her old-fashioned glasses as she was

making tea, Mayuri ben looked at us with a warm smile and said "Don't
spoil her so much Jignesh beta ... you have just bought a new cycle for
her ... there is nothing wrong with her bag now ... you can buy her a new
one when this one gets torn..." Amisha pouted, and stamping her feet on
the floor said "Oh mummy ... my bag is so old now ... please..."
Before Mayuri ben could say anything, I interjected "Aunty, Amisha has
promised me that she is going to get a first-class in her next exam, so this
is an incentive from me for that..." Hearing this, Mayuri ben responded
"OK, in that case it is fine ... but I have one more favor to ask of you beta
... she is very weak in math ... so will you help her with that subject..." "Of
course, aunty ... I will..." I replied. "Thank you very much beta..." Mayuri
ben responed with a grateful smile, as she poured the tea into cups. "I
will make sure you get your guru dakshina beta..." she added with a
knowing smile. All I managed was an embarrassed laugh, knowing fully
well what she meant.
Amisha was clinging to my hand all the while, and I was worried that her
mother may notice that her daughter seemed to be besotted with me. We
chatted casually as we all had tea in the living room. As I finished my tea
and placed the cup on the center table, I said "Ok aunty, I think I better
take your leave now ... I have to go to the gym now..." Hearing this,
Amisha's face dropped. "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... why do you have to go now
... can't you stay for some more time ... please..." she pleaded. "Sorry baby
... I have to go now ... but I promise you I will come tomorrow ... with
your bag!" I told her with a laugh. "Aww..." she pouted. "Arre beti ... kyun
Jignesh bhai ke peechhe pade ho ... woh kal aayenge na..." Mayuri ben
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chided her daughter.

Turning to me, she asked "Beta ... will you drop me at the market on your
way ... I need to buy some vegetables..." "Sure aunty..." I replied. "Ok, in
that case, will you wait for a minute beta? I will just go and change" she
said. With that, Mayuri ben gathered the cups and went into the kitchen.
She then proceeded into their bedroom to change. The moment she
closed the door, Amisha who was sitting on the sofa opposite me, jumped
up and rushed to me. With a conspiratory giggle, she plonked herself on
my lap, sitting sideways and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pressing
her ripe young body to me, those firm mounds of her teenage breasts
pressing to my chest, she rested her head on my shoulder.
Looking up at me with an aroused expression on her face, she whispered
"Bhaiya ... kiss me like yesterday no please..." her lips parting in
expectation. Placing my left hand on her back to support her, I cupped
her face with my right hand, and pulling her face towards me, I kissed
her softly on the lips. She let out a soft sigh, and pressing herself further
into me, began to dart her little tongue into my mouth, kissing me with
the kind of uninhibited passion that only a teenager is capable of. With a
deep sigh, I slid my hand down her neck and placing it on one of her ripe
teenage breasts, squeezed it gently through her shirt and the bra
underneath.
This caused her to let out a soft moan, and arching her back tried to press
her young breasts into the palm of my hand. Her eyes were closed and
she was kissing me ardently now, squirming around on my lap. Worried
about getting caught if Mayuri ben saw us like this, I withdrew my mouth
from hers. She let go of my tongue reluctantly, and as her eyes opened I
saw that she had a glazed expression on her face and she was squeezing
her thighs together. As I looked at her with love, my hand slid down from
her tits and rested on her lap, gently caressing the bare flesh of her thigh
which had become exposed since her skirt had ridden up well below her
knees. "You are very sexy, Amisha..." I whispered to her, continuing to
tease the skin of her thigh with my fingers.
"Oh bhaiya..." she hissed, clasping my hand on her knee with hers, and
pulling it up to her breast again. Looking intently into my eyes with a
look of intense arousal, her lips slightly parted, she pressed my hand into
the firm flesh of her ripe 32-B breast again. As I had mentioned earlier,
she was one of those girls who did not wear a petticoat under her school
uniform, and therefore I could now feel the erect nubs of her aroused
nipples protruding through he bra and the thin fabric of her shirt. I
gently squeezed her nipple through her shirt and bra, causing her to
shiver and clamp her thighs together, her head snuggling into the nape of
my neck. Looking down, I could see her firm breasts encased tightly
inside a simple white bra through the neck of her shirt. I was tempted to
slide my hand inside her shirt and bra, and feel those virgin teenage tits
of hers.
Managing to get a grip on myself, I whispered to her "Amisha ... I think
you better get up now ... if your mummy comes..." Turning her head
upwards to look into my eyes, she said in an earnest whisper "Bhaiya ...
promise me you will come tomorrow ... please..." With a smile, I kissed
her once again on those lovely pouting lips of hers, and said "I promise,
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baby..." Hearing the sounds of Mayuri ben opening the bedroom door,
she quickly jumped up from my lap and gathering her school bag from
the sofa, ran inside. Seeing Mayuri ben, I too got up from the sofa. She
had changed into a saree, and asked me if I was ready to leave. I agreed,
and we headed out. I dropped her off at the vegetable market en route to
my house, and reached home.
After finishing my evening workout, I showered and changed into a pair
of comfortable slacks and a t-shirt. It was nearing 7:30 pm and since I
had nothing to do, I thought I might as well head to Kalpana aunty's
place where I was supposed to go for dinner. I couldn't help but think
about how my fortunes with the women in my colony had changed. More
than me, it was perhaps Kalpana aunty who was waiting for me to come
to her place, since this was the last night she would be alone. Tomorrow,
Jigna was returning from her picnic, and so was Jatin bhai from his
business trip. Not that I wouldn't get any more opportunities to sleep
with the loving Kalpana aunty, but then being alone meant raw
uninhibited sex. I smiled inwardly at the thought of that. It was indeed a
welcome change from having to masturbate 3 times a day.
As I rang the bell at Kalpana auntie's house, I heard her call out from
inside "Kaun hai..." "It's me aunty ... Jignesh" I called back through the
door. I heard an exclamation of "Oh..." from inside, and the sound of her
bustling around inside the house. "Beta, are you alone ... or is somebody
with you?" she asked from behind the door. "I am alone, aunty..." I
replied in a perplexed voice, wondering why she would thing that I would
be accompanied by somebody. A moment later, the door opened partly.

But I couldn't see her anywhere. I was just about to say something when
she spoke from behind the partly opened door "Main idhar hoon beta ...
aap jaldi se andar aa jaao..." My confusion growing, I stepped inside. It
was only after I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us that I
understood the reason for this strange behavior.
She was not wearing her saree, and was clad only in her blouse and
petticoat; with a thin rough linen cloth (ostensibly used to wipe vessels in
the kitchen) resting on her shoulder. She was drenched with sweat and
mopped her face with the cloth, even as I gazed at her in amusement.
Looking at me with an embarrassed smile, she said "Oh beta, I was not
expecting you to come so early ... I was cooking in the kitchen, and it's so
hot so I ... I ... I had taken off my saree ... I am ... I am so sorry beta..."
For some strange reason, this little incident both aroused and touched
me at the same time. If she had wanted to, she could have kept me
waiting at the door while she made her self presentable. But I guess the
fact that she didn't do so, spoke volumes about the regard she held me in.
Shaking my head with a smile, I embraced her warmly and said "Oh
aunty ... aap bhi na..." Her hands had been fidgeting with the kitchen
cloth on her shoulder, partly in embarrassment, and partly in an attempt
to cover her huge breasts held tight inside the blouse with her arms. As I
gazed at her smiling face, I couldn't help but think that inspite of her
having a weather-beaten, wheat complexioned, and pockmarked face,
she had beautiful big eyes and and an even endearing smile. As her huge
firm heavy breasts pressed against my chest, she rested her left hand on
my shoulder, and placed the other hand on my hips; returning my
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embrace. As always the broad strap of her black bra peeked out from
under her blouse at the shoulder, and her blouse was drenched with
sweat at the neck and the armpits.
"I just thought that I'd come a little early and help you with your work,
aunty..." I said to her lovingly. "Oh beta ... you are so nice..." she said
with a warm smile, caressing my cheek with her right hand. As I let go off
her, she said "Just give me a minute beta ... I will quickly wear my saree
and come..." "Oh no aunty ... no need to do that please..." I said quickly "
... you don't have to be so formal with me..." "But beta..." she began to
protest. "And besides ... I love seeing you this way, aunty..." I continued
with a naughty smile. Hearing that, she smiled with a mixture of love and
shyness, and said "Theek hai beta ... as you say..." Turning around, she
went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of water on a
tray. As I took the glass from her, she said "Beta ... you please make
yourself comfortable ... aunty will finish cooking quickly and come..." "I'd
rather be with you in the kitchen, aunty..." I replied with my most
charming smile. She just smiled and shook her head silently.
As I followed her into the kitchen, I could not help but once again gaze in
awe at the way her humongous ass moved under the old worn petticoat.
Incidentally she was wearing the same bottle green blouse and petticoat
that she was wearing with her saree when she'd come to my place in the
afternoon. My truculent cock, which had been teased by Mayuri ben's
teenage daughter Amisha only a while back, stirred once again. Upon
entering the kitchen, I saw that she was working on preparing a lavish
spread for dinner. In order to ease her discomfort at my being in the

kitchen while she cooked, I asked her "So what are you making for dinner
today?" "Oh nothing much beta ... I am just hoping that you will like
whatever little I have made..." Getting back to cutting some vegetables,
she continued "I made daal dhokli ... your mother had told me you love
that ... and I am now making some undhiyu..." For those unfamiliar with
Gujarati cuisine, daal dhokli is a dish made out of steamed flour
pancakes, cut and immersed in a thick lentil gravy. Undhiyu, on the other
hand, is a delicacy made from a mixture of numerous non-leafy
vegetables.
"Umm ... my mouth is already watering, aunty..." I said with a smile. "Oh
please beta ... I am just praying that you will like it..." she replied in an
eager voice. "And what are you making for dessert, aunty?" I asked. "Oh
beta ... I made some gaajar ka halwa ... I hope you like it ... I was not sure
of what sweet dishes you like..." she replied in an unsure voice. "Hmm ...
actually I am not too big a fan of gaajar ka halwa..." I replied with a
straight face. Hearing this, she frowned in worry, and pausing she said in
worried voice "Oh beta ... how foolish of me ... I just assumed that..." I
laughed heartily, and interrupting her said "Arre aunty ... I was just
teasing you ... of course I love gaajar ka halwa ... in fact I love anything
that you make..." walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her
wide thick hips from behind. As I rested my chin on her shoulder, I
whispered into her ear "And to tell you the truth aunty ... even if there is
no dessert, I am fine ... since I am going to have you for dessert
tonight..."
Hearing this, she let out a sigh of relief and turning sideways to look at
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my face, she said "Oh Jignesh beta ... don't say such sweet things to aunty
... because after some time, when you get tired of your Kalpana aunty ... I
will really miss all this..." caressing my cheek with a wry smile on her
face. In response, I just snuggled up closer to her from behind, pressing
my crotch to her ample buttocks, and cupping her huge flesh breasts
through the blouse, said enigmatically "Let's just see who gets tired of
whom first..." As I gazed down at the valley between her huge breasts
encased tightly inside the confines of her blouse, the mangalsutra
adorning her chest, I felt her thick nipples harden even under the double
layers of her blouse and bra. "Oh beta..." she groaned, throwing her head
back and resting it against my chest " ... if you continue to do all this,
then aunty will not be able to cook..." The faint odor of sweat from her
hot body was arousing me, and realizing I had to save my energy for the
night, I disengaged from her with a laugh. Sitting down on a stool in the
kitchen, I chatted with her as she continued with her cooking.
Once she was done cooking, she excused herself by saying that she
wanted to have a bath before serving me dinner. I caught up on some TV
as she went for her bath. When she returned after finishing her bath, she
was a transformed woman. She had changed into a purple chiffon saree
embellished with shiny tinsel work that suited her complexion very well,
and that was accompanied by a matching blouse. She had washed her
hair, and since it was still not dry, she had wrapped a thin linen towel
around her head & hair, like a makeshift headgear. Somehow the sight of
a freshly bathed housewife, with a towel wrapped around her head
always turned me on. As she walked into the room with a smile on her
loving face, I could smell the faint aroma of some lavender talcum
powder she'd liberally sprinkled on her body. "Time I bought this woman
some deodorants..." I thought to myself.
As she bustled into the kitchen, she said to me apologetically "I am so
sorry I had to make you wait beta..." I dismissed her apology with some
appropriate comment. As I followed her into the kitchen to help her set
the table, I noticed that the back of her blouse was wet due to water
dripping from her hair, and that the outlines of her black bra could be
seen through the blouse. Having set the table, I settled down to enjoy the
sumptuous dinner she had prepared, and topped it up with the delicious
carrot dessert she had so lovingly prepared. As I ate with relish, licking
my fingers intermittently, she watched me with a look of tenderness and
fondness. Once again, I was caught in this quandary of my lust for her
being mixed with feelings of love and warmth. The predators that we
men are, the thrill is all in the hunt, and having conquered the prey, we
start to lose interest.
After we finished dinner, and I helped her clear the plates, she went into
the kitchen to wash the utensils. I used to time to grab some fresh air in
the small open courtyard behind their house. After a while, she came
outside. She was carrying a bucket with washed clothes to be hung to dry
in the courtyard. I went up to her to help her with the clothes, a gesture
which pleased her immensely. Without looking at me as she was hanging
the clothes on the line, she said "Beta ... tum jaisa ladka to har maa ka
khwaab hota hai ... your mother is very happy to have a son like you..." I
just laughed, partly at the irony of it. I'd never be caught doing anything
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to help my mom ever in the house, and I was dead sure there was nobody
she detested more than her useless bum of a son.
She was standing on a stool in order to reach the clothes line, and as I
was handing her the washed clothes one by one from the bucket, a bra of
hers came into my hand. As I handed her the cheap cotton 38-C bra, a
look of embarrassment came to her face, and all she could muster was an
"Oh..." I just smiled at her teasingly. As she fixed a clip on the bra, she
was silent for a while. Climbing down from the stool, she picked up the
empty bucket, and stood there for a while, as if unsure of what to say.
Clearing her throat, she said hesitatingly "Beta ... Jigna told me ... that
when you bought those clothes for her ... you ... also ... bought some ...
umm ... undergarments for her..."
Once again she paused, as if gathering her thoughts. "I am her mother ...
and ... I should be doing this for her ... and I had been thinking of buying
her some ... bras ... for quite some time now ... but for some reason or the
other ... I had to keep postponing it..." she said slowly. I wasn't sure
where this conversation was heading, and I was a little apprehensive that
she might disapprove of me taking that kind of liberties with her teenage
daughter. "You know beta ... she is growing up really fast ... and ... I could
see that ... for her body ... she needs to wear a bra now..." she continued
in a low voice. I just stood there silently, waiting for her to say more.
Moving closer to me, she took hold of my hand in hers, and said "Beta ...
what I am trying to say is that ... I am very grateful that you did that for
Jigna ... I am ... I don't know what else to say..." she said with a tone of
gratitude in her voice.

I just caressed the back of her palm and said "Oh come on aunty ... now
again you are making me feel like a paraaya ... you and Jigna ... mean a
lot to me aunty..." Hearing this, she smiled at me warmly, and placing
her hand on my chest said "Yes I know beta ... you mean the world to
Jigna ... I can see that she is very fond of you ... and I know that you also
care for her very much..." Continuing, she said "And beta ... I need your
help in handling her ... because she is growing up ... and at this age ... you
know ... umm ... girls can get ... distracted ... you know what I mean,
beta?" looking me in the eye. "I understand that aunty... "I replied
reassuringly.
"And beta ... please guide her ... I mean ... please help her ... umm ... deal
with those distractions ... you know what I am trying to say na, beta?" she
asked me once again, looking at my face with those deep big eyes of hers.
I was at a loss for words, as I was feeling terribly guilty about the fact that
she was implicitly placing her daughter in my trust, while all I did was
lust for that luscisous teenage school girl. Clearing my throat, I said
"Don't worry about Jigna aunty ... I will take care of her ... and ... and I
will make sure that I am there to handle her ... umm ... distractions..."
What I had just said was a loaded statement, and I was praying she
wouldn't understand the true meaning of my words.
To change the topic, I took hold of her hand and said "Now let's go inside
aunty ... I ... I want to go to bed now ... with you..." the last two words
being said with a smile on my face. She just smiled and followed me
inside. As she was locking the rear courtyard door, she said to me "Beta
... I have kept the bedroom ready ... why don't you go ahead ... I'll join
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you in a minute..." I agreed and headed inside. She had put on fresh
sheets and pillow covers on the bed in their master bedroom in
preparation of my visit. I smiled to myself as I stripped off my slacks and
t-shirt and lay down bare-chested on the comfortable bed in only my
boxers. I lay there waiting for her to come, my thoughts drifted to the
incredible chain of events in the last one week or so. Was it the new-
found money that had changed my fortunes in matters of sex? Was it
luck? Was it because I was being kind to people? Or was I a conniving
scheming bastard exploiting the situation with these vulnerable women?
There were no straight answers, I concluded. It was perhaps a
combination of all of these.
She came into the room after a while, carrying a tray with a glass of warm
milk. In terms of being pampered, it couldn't have gotten any better.
With a smile, she sat down on the bed beside me and offered me the
milk. I sat up, and taking the glass from her hands, said "Thank you,
aunty..." She just smiled in return. After I finished drinking the
sweetened milk, she took the empty glass from my hand and got up to
place it on a small teapoy next to their cupboard. As she was about to
turn around, I got up from the bed and quickly went and embraced her
from behind. She let out a surprised "Oh..." and smiling, placed her hand
on mine. My crotch was pressed against massive fleshy buttocks and my
hands were wrapped around her mature fleshy belly. Turning her head
sideways to look up to me, she said "Kya hua beta ... why did you get up?"
In response, I just rested my chin on her shoulder, and pressed myself
closer to her. Her damp hair was still tied in that thin cotton towel, and
her blouse was wet at the back with the water from her damp hair.
Turning her around, I wrapped my arms around her waist again, and
pressed my already hardening cock to her belly. Looking into her eyes, I
bent my face and kissed her gently on the lips. "Oh beta..." she sighed, as
my lips touched hers, and wrapped her arms around my back. Her mouth
parted and our tongues intertwined as I kissed her hungrily. As I pulled
my mouth away from hers, she closed her eyes and rested her face
against my chest. We held in each other silently for a few moments. Then
I pushed her away gently, and looking into her eyes said "Aunty, I want
to see you ... can I take off your clothes... ?" "Oh Jignesh beta..." was all
she could manage to say, as she looked into my eyes with love and
nodded her head. Reaching out, I took hold of the pallu of her saree and
began to undrape it. She just stood their silently, watching me with a look
of tenderness and arousal.
As the saree came off her torso, I was once again rewarded by the sight of
her huge 38-C breasts encased tightly inside the purple blouse of hers.
The blouse was damp at the shoulders and I could see the thick strap of
her black bra under the thin fabric of the blouse. As always, I couldn't
help but admire the way her big heavy breasts strained inside the
confines of her blouse, causing the hooks of blouse to be stretched.
Resisting the temptation to grab her mature heavy breasts, I quickly
pulled off the saree completely. As I dropped the saree on the floor, I
looked at her stocky heavy built body clad only in the blouse and
petticoat.
I sat down on the bed and pulled her towards me. With a sigh, she come
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to me and wrapped her arms around my bare back, pressing my face to

her heavy fleshy belly. As I pressed my cheek to her belly, her heavy
mature breasts rested on my head, even as I felt her ruffle the hair on my
head fondly. Once again, I stood up and holding her by her waist, looked
her in the eye. "Can I open your blouse, aunty?" I asked in a husky voice.
"Yes, beta..." she whispered, looking me in the eye. I reached out between
us and began to open the hooks of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders
together to help me open the hooks easily, even as she continued to gaze
at me silently. As the hooks of her blouse came open, I was rewarded by
the sight of those beautiful big mature breasts held tight inside the
confines of her cheap cotton black bra. Her breasts, in addition to being
big, were also spread quite wide across her chests, causing them to bulge
out of the cups of her bra near her armpits, and also form a deep inviting
cleavage.
As I slid her blouse off her heavy arms with some difficulty and dropped
them on the floor, I looked into her eyes again. Resting my left hand on
her fleshy hips, I reached out with my right and cupping her huge fleshy
breast with my right hand, squeezed gently. "Jignesh..." she breathed, as
she thrust her chest out, and felt my fingers close around the firm heavy
flesh of her breast through the bra. Once again, I sat down on the bed
and looking into her aroused face, asked softly "Now can I remove your
petticoat, aunty... ?" She just nodded hungrily, and placed her arm on my
shoulder. I struggled a bit to undo the knot of her petticoat at the waist,
and she helped me. As the knot of her petticoat came undone at the
waist, I loosened the string causing her petticoat to slide down her legs
and fall in a heap around her ankles.
I had never seen my darling Kalpana aunty in this state of undress, and
my cock lurched inside my boxers at the sight of standing before me like
that. She had the widest hips I had seen on any woman that seemed to
flare out from her waist, inspite of the fact that she had very a very big
waist too. Her bottom half was disproportionately large compared to her
torso, endowed with a massive rounded ass that she was, and for some
strange reason made her look even more arousing to me. As I gaszed at
Kalpana aunty standing mutely before me, stripped down to her bra and
panty, I felt a wave of arousal course through my veins. To me, it was an
incredibly erotic sight seeing this mature 38-year old mother of two,
standing in front of me clad only in her bra and panty.
Even though her black bra and panty did not seem to be from the same
set, she had atleast bothered to wear them of the same colour; unlike
many of the other other older married women who invariably wore
colour-mismatched bras and panties. Her big fleshy belly, even though
had layers of fat on it, did not hang out flabbily the way Mayuri ben's did,
and seemed firm inspite of the girth. I noted that she wore a black string
around her waist, just above the line of her panties, tied to which was a
talisman of some sort. Her panties were by no means sexy, and instead
were of a utilitarian type that was stretched wide across her butt,
covering both her ass cheeks. I don't think a woman like her had ever
waxed in the life, but thankfully she did not have too much of body hair.
As I placed my hand on her massively wide and heavy hips, she shivered
involuntarily. Her massive tree-trunk like thighs tapered down to
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rounded fleshy knees, and a pair of stocky muscular calves. As I ran my

hands along her massive brown-skinned thighs, she shivered and I felt
goose-bumps come up on her skin. My cock, which had been throbbing
for a while now, was almost fully hard now, and had formed a big bulge
inside my boxers. On a sudden instinct, I hooked my fingers in the elastic
waist band of her panties, and pulled it down roughly in one go. She let
out a soft cry of "Ohh..." as her panties slid down to her knees. Letting
the panty remain stuck near her knees, I was rewarded by the sight of her
mature puffy cunt. To my pleasant surprise, she had trimmed the hair on
her pussy. Gone was the forest of thick pubic hair, and in its place was a
trimmed (not shaved) patch of pussy hair that covered the thick lips of
her cunt.
To Be Continued..
Part - 22
As I looked up to see the expression on her face, I could see that she was
breathing heavily now and her chest heaved with the effort. It was a
hugely arousing position to be in; sitting in front of this 38-year old
housewife, and gazing at her body clad only in a bra and a panty that had
been pulled down to her knees. Holding her by her waist with my left
hand, I reached out with my right and gently ran my fingers along the
thick mildly-haired pussy lips of hers. This resulted in her letting out a
soft moan of "Oh mara dikraa..." and placing both her hands on my
shoulders for support, even as she involuntarily parted her thighs a bit;
as much as she could with the panty slid down to her knees restricting
free movement.
Her head was turned sideways with her chin pressed to her shoulder, and
her eyes were screwed shut, a result of the shame and arousal that I was
sure she was being subject to. I then gently slid down her panties from
her knees, and she cooperated by leaning forward on my shoulder for
support and stepping out of them. Standing up, I embraced her once
again, and pressing my fully hard cock inside the boxers to her well
endowed belly, said to her "Ab aap bitar par let jaaiye, aunty..." She
began to say something, but I cut her off by guiding her gently on to the
bed. She lay down on the bed silently and shifted to the inside, making
place for me on the outer side of the bed. She was lying on her side with
her head supported by one hand bent at the elbows, and the other hand
resting limply on her hips. Her huge breasts were pressed together inside
the bra, creating a very inviting cleavage, and her legs were bunched
together and bent at the knees.
Sitting down on the bed beside her, I whispered to her "Aunty ... lie on
your stomach please..." She complied, albeit with some confusion,
wondering what I had in mind. Caressing her broad naked back, I said to
her gently "Aunty ... you have taken care of me so much ... I just want to
say thank you ... and this is my way of doing that..." Reaching out with
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her free hand, she took my hand in hers and said with arousal "Oh
Jignesh beta ... please don't embarrass aunty like this ... I can never ever
repay the kindness you have shown to me and my family..." Pausing for a
moment, she continued "All I have to offer you is my body, Jignesh beta
... and try to serve you in whatever way I can..." I was immensely turned
on by this completely submissive statement she had made, and I was
filled with feelings that were a strange mix of lust and compassion for
her.
In response, I just pushed her gently on to her stomach, and shifted on
the bed to sit across her outstretched legs on my knees. Supporting
myself on my knees, I began to gently knead the flesh on her thick
muscular calves; an action which made her to jerk her head up from the
bed and exclaim "Oh beta ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho ... please..."
"Shhh..." I said to her in return " ... you must be tired aunty ... just let me
do what I want ... please aunty ... this is just my way of thanking you for
everything..." I finished in an earnest voice. She let out a sigh on hearing
this, and all she could muster was "Oh beta ... you are..." As she let her
head drop on the pillow, I turned my attention to her body. I had never
imagined I would have the pleasure of enjoying Kalpana aunty's body
this way, as I gazed at the back of thick massive thighs, and that
impossibly big mass of ass-flesh.
As I kneaded the muscles of her calves, I moved my hands upwards and
began to press her thick fleshy thighs from the back. She just lay there
submissively, cooperating with me fully. Gradually, my hands reached
the twin mountains of her humungous ass. Even with my palms fully
outstretched, I was able to cover only a part of each of her massive ass
cheeks. As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her butt, she let out
a soft sigh and squirmed on the bed. Her face was buried in the pillow
and her outstretched arms were placed above her head. I ran a finger
teasingly along the inside of her thighs till it reached the crevice of her
ass cheeks. As I ran my finger along the crack of her massive butt, she
shivered and muttered into the pillow "Beta ... bas..." My cock was fully
erect now and was feeling distinctly uncomfortable in the confines of my
boxers. My balls too were swollen painfully.
Pausing for a moment, I quickly slid down my boxers to become buck
naked. Freed of the confines of the boxers, my rock hard prick sprang
upwards proudly, slapping against my belly. Sliding upwards on her
body, I sat down gently on her mammoth ass, an action which caused my
swollen balls to rest on her butt. She inadvertently jutted her ass
upwards, as if to press her butt flesh against my balls. Placing my left
hand on her back for support, I took hold of my cock with my right, and
pumped it a few times to let my foreskin stretch and relax; an action
which caused a few drops of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my red
swollen cock head. On an instinct, I rubbed the swollen tip of my cock
against the crack of her ass, lubricating it with my pre-cum.
As I had said earlier, it had been my fantasy from the start to someday
shove my cock inside the 38-year old Kalpana aunty's mammoth ass.
However, my cock was still sore from all the action I'd had earlier in the
day, and in this condition, I knew that I would not be able to hold myself
for too long. "Some other day, boy..." I thought to myself. Unlike the
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slutty Mayuri ben, the endearing Kalpana aunty had not shown any
inclination towards anal sex so far, and I didn't want to do anything that
would shock her. In any case, by the way her back was heaving with her
breathing, I could make out she was aroused. She adjusted her pelvis on
the bed, and spread her thighs wider, as if inviting me to take her in one
way or the other.
Sliding down the back of her thighs once again, I slid my right hand
between her thighs from behind and felt the opening of her pussy once
again. She was wet alright, and as my fingers touched the moist slit of her
cunt, she let out out a soft moan and squirmed her hips once again.
Leaning forward, I placed both my hands on the bed on either side of her
prostate body, and lay down on her back, pressing my naked body to
hers. "Oh Jignesh beta..." she moaned again, even as I rested my chin on
her shoulder, and kissed her neck, running my tongue along her
earlobes. My cock was now pressed against the crack of her huge butt,
and she was moving her hips on the bed trying to get a feel of my cock
somewhere. Sliding my hand between our pressed bodies, I guided my
rock hard cock under the mounds of her massive ass cheeks, till it was
wedged between the crack of her ass with the tip touching the opening of
her thick mature pussy.
She pushed her hips upwards as if urging me to slide my cock into her
pussy from behind, even as she whispered huskily "Beta ... ab aunty ko
aur mat tadpaao ... take me now please..." Tempted as I was to ram my
cock into her cunt from behind, I still resisted the temptation, and
instead just teased her by rubbing the swollen tip of my cock against the
crack of her ass and the moist opening of her mature cunt. To add to her
arousal, I reached between our bodies and quickly undid the clasp of her
bra. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I ran my tongue along her spine.
This caused her to shiver, and I felt goose pimples come up on her arms
and back. She shivered and a soft hiss escaped her lips.
Getting off her back, I pulled her by her shoulder and turned her around.
With a moan of "Jignesh..." she turned on to her back and lay there
looking at me with a completely helpless and aroused look on her face.
Her big eyes were looking at me with arousal, and her lips were parted,
her breath coming in short shallow gasps. As I gazed at this mature
heavily built 38-year old mature housewife lying nearly naked on the
bed, her beautiful big eyes begging me to take her, I couldn't help but feel
a surge of lust course through my veins. In that position, with her wet
hair still covered by that thin damp towel, her massive wide chest
heaving, with the bra now unclasped from behind, her thick fleshy belly
with a crevice near her incredibly deep belly button, and those short
beefy legs parted slightly at the thighs to reveal her mature trimmed cunt
in all its glory; I felt my cock quiver in anticipation.
Looking into her eyes, I reached out and almost roughly pulled off her
bra. As she lifted her arms to help me pull the big old-fashioned black
cotton bra from her chest, I was once again rewarded by the glorious
sight of her huge heavy brown skinned 38-C sized breasts. The dark
brown aereolas around her thick nipples were puckered with goose
bumps in her arousal. In spite of the size of her breasts, they didn't sag
the way Mayuri ben's did, and quivered ever so slightly with the
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movement of her arms. I was sitting on my knees by her side, and her
hands instinctively reached out to take my throbbing cock in her hand.
As her thick calloused fingers closed around the girth of my cock, I
sighed, and reached out to hold both her massive breasts with my hands.
Cupping her heavy firm mature breasts from the underside, I squeezed
them hard, eliciting a soft sigh from her. Her lips were parted, and she
was beginning to breathe heavily now. As her hands began to stroke my
cock slowly, my swollen cock head slipped out of the foreskin, and I
threw my head back in pleasure, groaning "Oh aunty..." Continuing the
maul her mature tits with my left hand, I quickly slid my right hand
down to her pelvis, and pushing her thighs apart, thrust two of my
fingers into her already wet thick cunt. The sudden intrustion of her
mature pussy caused her to cry out "Ohh..." and she jerked her hips,
vainly trying to lift her heavy hips off the bed.
With my fingers buried inside her sloppy wet juicy cunt up to my
knuckles, I began to finger her pussy hard, causing her to twist and turn
on the bed, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut. I stood up
on my knees and holding her face turned it towards me. As she looked up
at me with desire, I placed my cock near her lips. Without a word, she
opened her mouth. Holding her head covered with the damp towel with
my left hand, I thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, even as I
continued to finger her cunt violently with the fingers of my right hand.
Unprepared that she was for this sudden assault on her mouth, she
gagged as my thick swollen cock filled her mouth and tip almost touched
the back of her throat. Her body shivered violently, and as her throat
constricted around the tip of my cock, her heavy body lifted off the bed
with a violent shudder. A low gurgling sound emanated from the depths
of her throat as a burst of saliva came dribbing out of the side of her
outstretched mouth.
"Ummfff..." she gurgled, even as she reached out with her hand to clasp
my muscular buttocks and allowed me to plough my cock into the depths
of her mouth. As her throat adjusted to the thickness of my cock, she
lifted her head slightly off the pillow and began to bob her head back and
forth, sucking on my rampant cock in earnest. It was a hugely erotic
position to be in, with me on my knees next to her face, holding her head
with one hand and fucking her thick lipped wide mouth, while my fingers
were furiously ravaging her mature vagina. As I watched her big heavy
breasts heave and wobble with my dual assault, I felt my balls tighten,
threatening to spew forth my scalding hot cum into her warm sucking
mouth.
With a groan, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and looking her in the
eye, said "Aunty ... please fuck me now ... I want you to fuck me now..."
With a look of infinite love and arousal in her eyes, she pulled my face to
hers, and whispering "Oh beta..." kissed me passionately on my mouth.
As she thrust her tongue into my mouth in wanton arousal, I grabbed
hold of her massive tit and squeezed it roughly, pinching the thick
aroused nipple hard. She pushed me down on the bed, and quickly sat up
on the bed. Hefting her heavy body off the bed, she straddled me, and sat
across my thighs, supporting herself on her knees and taking care not to
let all her weight come on me. Taking my erect cock gently in her hand,
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she looked into my eyes and said ever so softly "Oh beta ... more than you
... I want you today ... I have not felt so ... so..." her voice trailed off,
leaving her sentence unfinished. Supporting herself by placing one hand
on the side of my shoulder, she leant forward and taking my rod in her
hand guided it towards the opening of her thick juicy mature cunt.
With effort, she moved her legs, so that she was now in a squatting
position on her haunches (and not resting on her knees), she lifted her
massive wide hips and ass off the bed. Holding on to my erect cock to
keep it upright, she slowly lowered her huge wide ass on to my cock. As
the thick blood-gorged swollen tip of my cock parted the lips of her
mature cunt, she closed her eyes and biting her lips, let out a soft cry of
"Unnhhh..." Sitting on her haunches, and holding on to my outstretched
hands for support, as she lowered her weight on to me, my slick rod slid
into the depths of her eager mature cunt. The wonderful woman that she
was, she took care not to sit down completely on my pelvis and crush me
with the weight of her massive body. Instead, she supported her weight
in that squatting position on her legs. In that position, even though my
cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy, I did not feel any pressure of her
weight on my body.
As she felt my cock twitch inside the wet folds of her cunt, she looked
into my eyes lovingly. It was a sight to behold; the sight of the heavily
and stockily built buxom Kalpana aunty, squatting on me with my cock
buried inside her still reasonably tight cunt, buck naked except for that
damp towel still wrapped around her hair, and that ubiquitous
mangalsutra dangling from her neck between those incredibly heavy and
firm massive orbs of mature tit flesh. Letting go off my hands which she
had been clasping, she placed it on my chest, and began to lift and drop
her incredibly wide and heavy hips on my pelvis. I threw my head back in
pleasure, as she began to fuck me, the tempo increasing gradually.
She was not the type who was a screamer, but still as her cunt slid up and
down on my raging hard cock, she couldn't help but let out soft grunts of
"Unnhh ... unnhh ... unnhh..." Her huge mature breasts which were
dangling in front of me, began to swing and shudder with each
downward thrust of her hips, that massive ass of hers making slapping
sounds as it pounded on my pelvis. Grabbing hold of her swinging
dangling breasts, I also began to thrust my hips upwards each time hers
came down, sending my cock deep into the previously unexplored depths
of her cunt. I loved having a woman on top of me, but I had never
imagined that a woman of Kalpana aunty's age and body structure could
manage to do it so well. She was breathing heavily, as she focused on the
task of giving me maximum pleasure, taking care to never let her
complete weight come on me.
"Auntie..." I groaned " ... fuck me ... fuck me..." as she continued to thrust
her hips vigorously on my raging hard cock, her massive breasts heaving
violently with the effort. Hearing this, she started fucking me with
renewed vigor, slapping her heavy buttocks on me harder. Somehow, this
incredible woman was managing to contract her pussy muscles even as
she was pounding her cunt on my cock from top, and this was enough to
send my head into a tizzy. I had originally planned to mount her
missionary style eventually, and fuck her senseless, but the pleasure that
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I was getting by her fucking me from top made me changed my mind. I

was ready to come any moment now, but I wanted to see if I could watch
her get her orgasm simply by riding my cock. I constricted the muscles of
my buttocks to contain myself and hold on, keeping my cock hard at the
same time.
She went on fucking me vigorously from top, and all her attention was
now completely focused on that activity. She was oblivious to the feel of
my hands mauling her dangling heavy breasts mercilessly, as her eyes
were looking down towards where her mature cunt was sliding up and
down on my rigid shaft. I lay back to enjoy the sensation, and watch how
long she could continue this tempo of fucking me from top. She was
beginning to tire with the effort now, and her mouth was open, sucking
in huge gasps of breath, as she hefted and dropped her hips on my pelvis,
fucking me as hard as anyone could in this position. To her credit, she
didn't give up and kept at it with incredible dedication, all her senses
focused only on getting me to my orgasm. Pulling on all my reserves, I
held on, wanting her to cum before I did. With a few more downward
thrusts, she threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, and clenching
her teeth, let out a hissing cry of "Jignesssss..."
That was the sign for me that her orgasm had begun to take hold of her
body. In spite of her massive girth, her body shuddered uncontrollably
and her mature cunt muscles contracted and expanded spasmodically,
even as she bit her lips and hissed "Beta ... I am going to..." "Yes, aunty ...
yes..." I groaned " ... I am also going to come..." Her mouth opened wide
in a silent cry, as her orgasm eventually hit her, and she pumped her hips
on me one final time. With a long drawn cry of "Uuiii maaa..." she
collapsed on top of me, her hot molten lava like pussy letting out a gush
of hot woman cum, that slid down my cock on to my balls. That was all
that I had been waiting for, and with a deep chested grunt, I grabbed her
by her back, and let my cock loose inside her pussy. Holding on, as I was
for such a long time, my jism shot out of my cock with incredibly force,
and flooded the cavity of her hot mature pussy. "Auntieee..." I screamed,
grabbing her, those heavenly tits of hers quashed against my chest.
She lay there in that position on top of me for a while, dragging in deep
lungfuls of breath, even as I lay gasping, trying to catch my own breath.
Her pussy kept spasming, sending out fresh spurts of her own womanly
cunt juices, even as my cock jerked and twitched inside her cunt. My cum
intermingled with her pussy juices, flowed out of her pussy, and slid
down my cock onto my now sagging testicles. We lay there for what
seemed like an eternity, before I squirmed uncomfortably under her.
Sensing that the weight of her body was causing me discomfort, she slid
off my body and lay down on my side, her head buried in my chest. The
towel which she had tied around her hair had come undone, and her
uncombed damp hair lay disheveled across her face.
Looking up at me with loving eyes, she whispered "Oh Jignesh beta ... aaj
tumne meri aas poori kar di..." Caressing my cheeks, she continued "The
feeling of your seed inside me ... its as if ... as if ... you and I are one
today..." After a pause, she said softly "I love you, Jignesh beta ... I love
you ... I know that this may sound silly to you ... your old Kalpana aunty
saying this to you ... but no matter what you think beta ... I want you to
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know ... that Kalpana aunty will always love you ... always..." Hearing
these words, I let out a soft sigh, my heart going out to this incredibly
woman. Wrapping my arms around her broad naked back and pulling
her towards me, I replied sincerely "I love you too, aunty ... no matter
where life takes me ... I will always always love you..." She propped her
head up on her palm, and looking into my eyes with an expression of love
and tenderness, she kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you for saying
that, beta..." she said softly. "No ... thank you, aunty ... thank you ... for
loving me so much..." I replied, my voice quivering with my emotions. It
was not everyday that a mother and a daughter, whom you only lusted
for, said the same thing to you. It was tearing me apart all the more,
knowing that unlike other women and girls that I had slept with, both
Kalpana aunty and her teenage daughter Jigna, perhaps really loved me
in some special way. She rested her head gently on my chest, and in that
position, both of us drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the feel of her gently shaking me. Opening
my eyes, I saw her sitting by my side on the bed, holding a cup of
steaming hot tea. Caressing my face gently, with a smile she said "Good
morning beta..." I stretched myself, and said with a lazy smile "Good
morning to you too aunty..." She was fully dressed and was looking fresh
as a daisy. I looked at the clock, and jumped out of the bed. It was
nearing 7:00 am in the morning, and I knew I had to get out of her house
before Jatin bhai came back. As I was pulling on my clothes, she watched
me fondly. Gulping down my tea, I headed to the door. Just as I was
about to open the door, she caught me by my hand and pulled me

towards her. Looking into my face with an earnest expression, she said
"Beta ... last night was very special for me ... I will always remember it ...
and ... and I want you to know that I meant every word of what I said..."
"Oh aunty..." I began to speak, only to be cut off by her lips on my finger.
"Beta ... I love you ... and I want you to know that aunty is there for you
whenever you need me ... till the time you get married beta ... I want you
to know that I will be there for you as your wife..." she said softly.
Pausing for a moment, as if unsure of what she was going to say next, she
cleared her throat and said "And beta ... even after you become older and
get married ... I want you to remember that your Kalpana aunty will
always love you ... and I will be always there for you whenever you need
me..." This uninhibited and unconditional expression of love was more
than I could take, and I just took her in my arms and kissed her
passionately. "I will always remember that, aunty..." I said, my eyes
watering. She just smiled lovingly, and caressed my face again. With a lot
of reluctance, I pulled myself away from her, and after waving to her,
headed home.
After reaching home, I spent some time doing my morning workouts.
After working up a good sweat, I stripped off my clothes, and wrapping a
towel around my waist, was about to hit the shower when the bell rang.
Cursing whoever was ringing the bell this early in the morning, I opened
the door. It was that rabaari lady, Gajra ben. I had completely forgotten
that I had asked this woman to bring milk to my house from today
onwards. Like I had said earlier, she was a 46-year old tribal woman,
who belonged to a tribe of traditionally cattle-breeding nomads, and
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lived in a nearby village.

Their source of livelihood was raising cattle, and supplying milk to the
nearby households in the town next to their village. She was dressed in
their traditional attire which comprised of a coarse embroidered ghaagra
that had small discs of mirrors sewn into it, a similarly embroidered long
sleeved choli that covered her torso almost completely up to her waist,
and a ghunghat of sorts that covered her head, the ends having been
tucked into the ghaagra at her ample waist. The bit I liked most about
their attire was that the choli practically had no cover at the back, and
was only tied by two strings at the back.
A battered aluminum pot was perched on her head, which ostensibly
contained the milk. She stood there at the doorstep, beaming at me
through her rather fair but weather beaten face. "Doodh laayi hoon,
saheb..." she said to me with a smile, even as my eyes took in the
contours of her massive body. Like I said earlier, she was about as tall as
Mayuri ben, albeit much fairer, and possessed a fleshy well endowed
mature body. Since she was supporting the pot on her head with one
hand, her choli was stretched taut across those humongous breasts of
hers, and I could see the outline of her thick nipples protruding even
through the thick coarse fabric of her choli. A small portion of her ample
fleshy belly, including a deep belly button could be seen between the
lowered end of her choli and the waistline of her ghaagra.
Realizing that I was staring unashamedly at her body, I quickly averted
by gaze, suddenly self conscious that I was wearing nothing but a towel
across my waist. I smiled to myself when it suddenly occurred to me that

I was in precisely this state of undress even when I had met her yesterday
at Radhika aunty's parlour. I noticed her eyes give my well muscled torso
the once over look, and seeing the smile on my face, asked self
consciously "Aap muskura kyun rahe hai, saheb..." "Kucch nahin, Gajra
ben ... bas aise hi kucch soch raha thha..." I replied, scratching my head.
"Saheb ... aap zara yeh matki utaarne mein meri madad karenge..." she
asked hesitantly, requesting me to help her heft the big aluminium pot
from her head. "Haan, kyun nahi..." I replied, reaching out help her lift
the pot from her head. As I did that, she stepped closer to me and bent
forward a little bit to help me reach the pot. This caused her massive
dangling breasts inside the choli to press against my chest for a brief
moment.
They felt like a pair of mini footballs that had lost a bit of air, and I felt
my limp cock twitch under the towel. This little brush with her did not go
unnoticed by her, and the way she looked at me knowingly with a smile
made me think that it was something she had done on purpose. Just as
both of us were holding the aluminum vessel containing milk and
bending forward to put in down on the floor, the unthinkable happened.
My towel, which I had hastily tied around my waist before opening the
door, came undone and slipped to the floor. I let out a little yelp of shock,
and with a jerk, bent down to pick up the unfaithful towel; but not before
this mature rabaari woman got a glimpse of my partly erect cock, and the
wrinkled sac containing my family jewels. A sudden gleam came to her
eyes, and she let out a throaty chuckle, even as I fumbled to get my towel
back in place. Embarrassed to the core, I looked at her face with a scared
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expression on my face.
Still chuckling, she said "Arre saheb ... koi baat nahi ... itna kyun
sharmaate ho ... aap jab itne se thhe ... tab se main aapko dekh rahi hoon
... aur us umar mein to maine aapko bahut baar nanga dekha hai..." I
didn't know what to say and mumbled something incoherent. "Aur saheb
... aapka sharer to itna acchha hai ... woh to hamaara naseeb hai ki
humko aapki body dekhne ko mil gayi..." she continued, realizing how
embarrassed I was, and trying to make me feel at ease. I just smiled
awkwardly and stood there fumbling with my towel. Changing the topic,
she asked me "Acchha, saheb aap ek bartan lekar aayenge ... doodh
nikalne ke liye..." I didn't want to stand there at the door anymore in only
my towel, and said "Tum andar aa jaao na Gajra ben ... doodh ke liye
kaunsa bartan nikaalna hai mujhe nahi pata ... tum hi koi bartan nikaal
lo andar se..."
Shaking her head, she smiled at me, and entered the house. I closed the
door behind her, and followed her into the kitchen. I opened the cabinets
for her to look in, and she soon located an appropriate vessel. Sitting
down on her haunches on the floor, she began to pour milk from the
container into my vessel using an aluminum measuring glass. As she was
transferring the milk, she looked up at me and asked "Saheb, aapke liye
do litre doodh kaafi hoga na..." "Nahin, nahin..." I protested " ... itna
saara doodh nahin chaahiye mujhe ... main akela hoon ghar par..."
Pausing, she looked up at me with a smile again, and said "Arre saheb ...
aap to jawaan ho ... aur aapki itni acchhi body hai ... aapko to kamse kam
do litre doodh har roz peena chaahiye..." pronouncing the word 'body' to
rhyme like 'bowl'. "Accha theek hai, Gajra ben..." I conceded, not wanting
to argue with her on that point any more.
She smiled gratefully at me, and proceeded to finish pouring two litres of
milk into the vessel she had extracted from the cabinet. Finishing, she
stood up and asked "Waise to hum sabko bhains ka doodh dete hai ...
lekin saheb agar aapko chaahiye to main aapke liye gaay ka doodh bhi laa
sakti hoon..." I could never make out the difference between the two, and
frankly didn't care anyways. All the same, I decided to make use of this
question to try and get a little naughty with her. "Gaay aur bhains ke
doodh ke alaawa aapke paas aur koi doodh nahi hai kya..." I asked in a
straight tone. Confused, she looked at me and replied "Aur kaunsa
doodh, saheb ... hum log to sirf gaay or bhains hi paalte hain..." I just
smiled at her knowingly, and said "Chalo koi baat nahi ... maine socha ki
aapke paas aur bhi koi doodh hoga dene ke liye..." purposely letting my
eye move over the protruding mounds of her humongous tits inside that
rustic choli.
That's when realization dawned upon her about the true meaning of my
statement, and a slow knowing smile creased her plump heavy set face.
"Ohh ... ab main samjhi..." she said with some hesitation, but smiling at
me at the same time. "Arre saheb ... aap bhi na ... aap to hamaare maalik
ho ... aap logo ki dayaa se to hi hum log jeete hain ... aapke liye to hum
hamesha haazir hain..." she said slowly, looking me intently in the eye, a
hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Hmm..." was all I said, still looking
her in the eye, and refusing to be embarrassed by this conversation. We
gazed at each other silently for a few moments, without saying a word.
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Then, with an apprehensive look on her face, she came closer to me and
said in a low voice "Saheb ... maine aapka matlab theek samjha na?" I
looked her nonchalantly in the eye, and retorted "Kya matlab samjha
tumne?" Clearly unsettled now, she twiddled with the ghunghat which
had slipped down from her head to her shoulder, and pulling it back up
to cover her head again, said to me in an unsure voice "Matlab yeh ki ...
ki ... aapko hamaara ... matlab ... aurat ka ... doodh chaahiye..." lifting her
hand upwards to point in the general direction of her huge mammaries
dangling heavily inside the confines of that coarse choli.
My cock twitched involuntarily inside my towel at this gesture of hers,
but I maintained a straight face, and just grunted "Hmm..." I was
enjoying making this woman squirm and she was now beginning to lose
some of her self assuredness. Clearing her throat, she said to me
hesitantly "Saheb ... mere paas to ... matlab ... mere shareer mein to ...
doodh nahi hai ... par mein aapke liye uska ... uska intazaam kar sakit
hoon..." looking at my face with an very apprensive look in her eyes. "Kya
matlab tumhara..." I quipped, still maintaining a brusque tone. "Matlab
yeh ki ... saheb ... main meri bahu ko ... usko bhej sakti hoon aapke paas
... uske paas ... matlab ... woh apne bacche ko doodh pilaati hai ... chalega
kya, saheb?" she said in an almost imploring voice. My limp cock was by
now threatening to stand at full attention, and even though I was aroused
hugely by the thought of this mature 46-year old tribal woman offering to
bring her daughter-in-law to me to 'feed' me, I refrained from accepting
the offer. My fascination with womens' breasts had already resulted in
Mayuri ben 'arranging' for the lactating Alka bhabhi for me, and I didn't
want to open up any more opportunities along those lines, without first
deciding whether I really liked it or not.
"Nahin ... rehne do ... uski zaroorat nahi hai..." I said to her with a
straight face, though my voice quivered slightly on account of the
excitement that I was feeling. Alarmed, she pleaded "Saheb ... aap usko
ek baar dekh to lo ... woh jawaan hai ... uski abhi ek saal pehle shaadi hui
hai ... sirf 21 saal ki hai who ... dekhne mein bhi sundar hai who..." I
shook my head in amazement. My lust, or rather depravity, was making
me discover that the world hid many shocking secrets. Well, if a mother
could shamelessly pimp her daughter, then it should not have been any
surprise to know that this woman here was pimping her daughter-in-law.
Gajra ben just stood there, with a pained expression on her face, biting
on the tip of her ghunghat which she had pulled across her face now.
I decided I had played the heartless pervert charade for long enough, and
let a slow smile come on my face. "Arre Gajra ben ... woh sab hum baad
mein dekhenge ... pehle tum ... mujhe apni doodh ke tanki dikhaao..." I
said with a lascivious grin. Hearing these words, first a look of confusion,
and then a look of comprehension came across her face. Dropping the
ghunghat which she was holding across her face, she folded her hands in
a "namaste" of sorts, and said to me with a weak smile "Saheb ... woh to
... mera matlab ... main to aapke liye kabhi bhi haazir hoon ... aap sirf
mere ko hukam deejiye ... main aapke liye sab kucch karoongi ... aakhir
mera bhi to koi farz banta hai na..."
With those words, she came closer to me, and looking at my face with a
totally submissive smile on her face, placed the palm of her rough
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calloused hand on my bare chest. She subtly pressed her bulging fat belly
on my crotch, causing my boner which had by now created a tent inside
my towel, to press against the soft flabby flesh of her belly. At the same
instant, those huge mammaries of hers, which I was sure, were at least as
big as Mayuri ben's 42-D melons, if not more, also pressed against the
lower part of my chest through the coarse fabric of her choli.
Still looking me in the eye with a weak smile, she said softly "Aapne aapki
Gajra maasi ke mammein chaahiye saheb ... to aapne pehle kyun nahi
bataaya ... main to aapki daasi hoon ... yeh kya cheez hai saheb ... mera to
pura ka pura shareer aapki seva ke liye haazir hai..." pressing her huge
breasts to me further in the process. Standing this close to me, I could
smell the rather unpleasant odour of milk and cow dung emanating from
her body, something that was associated with all of these nomads. But
the horny lecherous bastard that I was, rather than putting me off, the
odour aroused me instead.
Still letting her fingers rest on the muscles of my chest, she hesitantly
placed her other hand on my waist, and pulling me gently towards her,
said in a whisper "Ghabraao mat, saheb..." Then, taking my right hand in
hers, she placed it on those mountainous mounds of her breasts over the
choli. Pressing my hand to her mammoth mammaries through the choli,
she breathed "Lo na saheb ... dabaao isko..." the hint of a smile playing
on her thick wide lips. My mouth went dry as my hands instinctively
closed around the soft yet heavy flesh of her humongous breasts.
As she felt my fingers close around her tit flesh, she let out an
exaggerated sigh, and throwing her head back slightly, closed her eyes.
"Hai maa ... kitna acchha lag raha hai, saheb..." she said lustily. Looking
down upon this mature 46-year old rabaari woman, I could not help but
smile at how easily these rustic women could fake arousal. Not that I
minded it one bit. A few weeks ago, I had nothing but my trusty old hand
to service my cock, and today I had trouble fitting all these eagar beavers
into my daily schedule.
Deciding to take matters into my own hand, I said to her with a laugh
"Kya Gajra ben ... sirf dabaane doge ki kucch dikhaaoge bhi mujhe..."
Hearing this, she too let out a throat chuckle and replied "Arre saheb ...
bas aapke hukam ka intazaar kar rahi thhi ... dikhaaoongi bhi aur ...
karwaaoongi bhi..." This mature rabaari woman was getting randier by
the minute, and I had to take care of her quickly. With a smile, she
stepped back, and reaching behind her back, undid one of the two cords
that were tied across her back. As the knot came undone and cords came
lose, she slipped her fingers under the hem of her choli, and in one swift
motion pulled it upwards, baring those incredibly huge mammaries to
my view.
My eyes widened at the sight of her magnificent breasts. To call them
breasts would be an understatement. They were udders to say the least.
Fairer in complexion than the rest of her sun-burnt body, those mature
succulent mammary glands hung like a pair of ripe jackfruits on her
broad chest. They were definitely looking bigger than Mayuri ben's tits,
and I concluded that even though she would be also a D-cup, she was
atleast a 44-D.
They did not sag as much as Mayuri ben's breasts did, and in spite of the
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huge girth of each jack fruit sized udder, bulged proudly on her chest.
They were milky white in complexion, and hung on her chest slightly
wide of each other, leaving a big crevice between them. Blue veins could
be seen clearly under the milky skin of her mammary glands. However,
her dark brown nipples and aereolas were in complete contrast to the
milky whiteness of her breasts, and were relatively small in comparison.
They were not the huge rubbery nipples and aereolas that I had seen on
Kalpana aunty and Mayuri ben, but instead were small stubby ones.
Therefore, if one were to only look at her tits in isolation, one would get
the impression that they belonged to a much younger woman.
As she stood there smiling, wantonly holding her choli pulled up above
those mammoth breasts of hers, she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes
"Kaise lage, saheb ... pasand aaye aapko ... Mayuri maasi ki doodh ki
taanki..." I laughed at her crude words, and replied with a laugh "Kya
baat hai Gajra ben ... ekdum solid hai aapki tankiyaan to ... pakka inme
doodh nahin hai..." She laughed throatily upon hearing that, and replied
"Aazma kar dekh lo, saheb ... kya pataa ki shaayad aap kuchh nikaal
paao..." walking towards me slowly, still holding her choli up, her bared
breasts quivering ever so slightly with each step she took towards me.
Stopping inches away from me, she cupped both of her heavy hanging
udders in her both her hands, and hefting them up as if offering them to
me, said to me in a husky voice "Chhoo kar nahi dekhoge, Jignesh
saheb..." Without waiting for anything more, I reached out in a flash, and
grabbed hold of those proffered mammary glands. I cupped them from
below and hefted them in my palm. Lifting them up, I let them rest in my
palm, as if weighing them. I shook my hands to wobble them, and let
them drop back on her chest and belly with a plop. "Hmm ... bahut
bhaari hai ... mujhe to lag raha hai ki inme doodh zaroor hoga..." I said
with a horny smile.
She laughed upon hearing that, and said "Ek hi tareeka hai pata lagaane
ka, saheb ... choos ke dekh lo..." These raunchy words from this mature
tribal lady turned me on immensely, and I squeezed her heavy milky tit
flesh hard in response. Once again, she let out an exaggerated moan of
"Aahh..." as she felt my fingers close around her tits. Throwing her head
back, she grunted "Dabaao saheb ... dabaao ... aap jaise mast jawaan
ladke se dabwaane mein bahut mazaa aata hai mujhe..." This woman
never ceased to amaze me with her crude lascivious talk, and not to be
outdone in that department by her, I responded "Dabwaane se zyaada
mazaa mujh jaise jawaan ladke se chudwaane mein aayega, Gajra ben..."
Her eyes flew open upon hearing this, and she mellowed down
considerably, for some strange reason. "Oh saheb ... yeh aapne kya keh
diya ... aap mujh jaisi gawaar aurat ko chodoge ... aisa saubhaagya mere
naseeb main aayega ... yeh maine kabhi nahi socha thha..." she said
earnestly. Knowing how much of an act of arousal, she had put on till
now, I wasn't sure if I could believe her. But as I looked into her eyes, it
slowly became apparent to me that, she was absolutely serious about
what she had said. It then occurred to me that perhaps that this poor
peasant woman was only expecting me to fool around with her tits, and
not actually fuck her.
She would have not possibly expected that someone of my stature
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(whatever my father had built) would condescend to actually have as

intimate a sexual liaison with her as intercourse. As these thoughts
flashed through my mind, I noticed that she was still looking at my face
intently. Dropping all pretensions of arrogance, I put my hand on her
shoulder and said to her gently "Aisa mat bolo Gajra ben ... koi kissi ka
maalik nahi hota ... sab haalat se mazboor hote hain..."
I was amazed at the philosophy I'd been able to conjure up on my own.
Continuing, to gaze at her bared swollen breasts, which for some
inexplicable reason, she was still baring to me by holding the choli up at
her neck, I said to her "Hum duniya mein ek doosre ki zarooraton ko
poora karein ... yehi is duniyaa ka usool hai ... mujhe aap jaisi aurat ki
zaroorat hai ... meri zaroorato ko poora karne ke liye ... aur shaayad
aapko bhi mujh jaise kisi ke zaroorat hai ... aapki zaroorato ko poora
karne ke liye..." I finished.
She just looked at me dumbly, her mouth partly open, listening intently
to each word I had uttered. I was beginning to feel rather foolish now.
Here was a horny bastard like me, preaching some bull-shit philosophy
to an illiterate peasant woman, who, of all things, was standing in front
of me, baring her mammoth tits to me! I was half expecting her to laugh,
but to my amazement, she had taken ever word uttered by me seriously.
Blinking her eyes rapidly a few times, she nodded her head dumbly
again, and after a pause, said "Saheb ... aapne bilkul theek kaha ... kitne
oonche vichaar hai aapke ... warna hum jaise gawaar logon ke baare mein
kaun sochta hai..." I just shook my head dismissively, and said "Ab
chhodo in sab baaton ko..." She too seemed to come out of her reverie,
and shaking her head a few times, looked at me again and said "Saheb ...
bataaiye main aapki kya zaroorat poori kar sakti hoon..." As she said this,
she had moved closer to me, and dropping the choli which she was
holding up, placed both her thick pudgy hands on my waist. Pressing her
belly to my boner once again, she looked up into my face expectantly.
To Be Continued..
RE: Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) - Shubham - 12th

December, 2018
I love story
Part - 23
I just sighed, and pressed my crotch towards her belly harder. Still
looking into my eyes, she slid her hand between us, and parting the towel
at the front, took hold of my almost fully hard cock in her coarse
calloused hands. As I felt her thick fingers close around my turgid cock, I
reached out and slid my hand inside that old-fashioned rabaari choli of
hers. "Oh saheb..." she whispered " ... aapka to khada ho gaya hai..." "Kya
kare Gajra ben ... meri zaroorat to yahi hai..." I said to her.
She gave me a benign smile, and without a word knelt down on the floor.
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She quickly undid my towel, and let it fall on the floor. As my throbbing
cock sprang out like an angry cobra, her jaw dropped, and she said in
feigned awe "Hai re daiya ... Jignesh saheb ... aapka to kitna mota hai..."
Taking hold of my cock in her calloused hand, she began to stroke it
slowly in a practiced motion that made it very evident that this was
something she did day in and day out. Looking up at me with a
conspiratory smile, she crooned "Baap re Jignesh saheb ... itna mota
lauda to maine kabhi nahi dekha hai ... aisa aujaar to kisi ladki ko bahut
khush kar degaa..."
This rustic slut was now turning it on to me, and I chuckled inwardly
hearing her singing peans about my rather average sized but reasonably
thick cock. So what if she was feeding me all the bull shit I wanted to
hear, all that mattered was that she was there infront of me on her knees,
and worshipping my cock. She wet her lips deliberately, looking up at me
all the time, even as she reached out with her other hand, and began to
fondle and squeeze my swollen balls.
This was becoming too easy, I thought to myself, as I looked down upon
this matronly 46-year old mammoth breasted rustic peasant woman on
her knees, stroking my cock. Her coarse pallu had slipped off her head,
and was resting on her shoulder, and I could see the streaks of grey in
her hair at the parting in the middle. She was devoid of ornaments of any
kind, except for a black thread around her neck, to which some sort of an
amulet was tied. Her sparse hair was tied in a small bun at the back of
her head.
As she continued to manipulate my cock with her fingers, I reached down

and undid the other cord which was holding her choli tied together
across her back. She smiled at me when I did that, and hunched her
shoulders together, as if inviting me to slide my hand inside the cleavage
which had now formed at the front of her chest. I had realized earlier that
it was better if I kept these village women their place, lest they start to sit
on my head. In a gruff voice, I said to her "Yeh choli utaar de, Gajra ben
... mujhe tumhaare mammein khule chaahiye..." A bit surprised at the
tone of my voice, she said quickly "Haan, saheb ... ek minute..." She
quickly, pulled the choli off her torso, and slid both her arms out of the
long sleeves.
Dropping the choli on the floor, even as she was sitting on her knees on
the floor, she looked up at me as if awaiting my next instruction. No
matter how many times I looked at them, I still couldn't help but marvel
at the sheer size of her massive bulging udders. They hung on her chest
like a pair of ripe jack fruits, waiting to be chopped off the tree trunk.
And the fact that she had milky white skin made them all the more
mouth watering. Even her bulging fat belly, which had at least two spare
tires on them, with a deep crevice for the belly button, looked erotic to
me.
Thrusting my hip forward towards her face, so that my throbbing
manhood was now only inches away from her face, I said to her gruffly
"Ab zara isko pyaar se chooso, Gajra ben..." "Ji haan, saheb..." she
complied immediately, and without a word opened her thick lipped
mouth to take my cock in. I took hold of my cock and moved it away from
her face, causing her to miss her mark. She looked up at me in surprise,
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and then seeing the smile on my face, relaxed. She too smiled back, and
opening her mouth again, tried to take it in again. Once again, I teased
her by moving my cock away. This time, I took hold of my cock, and
shaking it, slapped it against her face. Taking hold of her head by her
hair, I slapped my hard cock on her cheeks, nose, and eyelids. She
cooperated fully by holding her face up, and allowing me to do whatever I
wanted; all the time maintaining a smile on her face.
Holding my cock up, I gestured towards my balls. Getting the hint, she
bent her head slightly, and thrusting her tongue out began to lick my
swollen hairy balls. "Aahh..." I groaned, as I felt her thick hot tongue run
along my swollen scrotal sacks. Fisting my cock, I spread my legs wider,
and placed my dangling balls over her open mouth. She immediately
opened her mouth, and began to tongue and suck on my balls. If
someone were to come into the kitchen now, it would have been a sight
to behold.
I was standing buck naked in the kitchen holding my rigid cock, and
feeding my swollen balls into the mouth of this lusty 46-year old rabaari
woman, who was doing her best to lick and suck on my balls. Decinding
to test my limits with her, I dragged a small stool which was lying nearby
close to me with my feet, and put my right leg on that. Since my right leg
was now bent at the knees, with a little forward movement of my hips, I
was able to place the opening of my puckered arse hold right over her
mouth. To my utter surprise, she continued to lick my balls without
respite, and in a smooth motion, slid her tongue to the opening of my
ass!
As I felt her tongue ream the small puckered opening of my arse, I felt a
shudder go through my body, and my hands instinctively closed tighter
around my thich shaft. Bending my knee a bit more, I pressed my ass to
her mouth, urging her to tongue my ass deeper. She was up to the task,
and without any hint of reluctance, began to lap my ass hole. Even
though I had experienced Mayuri ben lick my ass once, this was for more
erotic. It bordered on sadomasochism; my standing this way with my ass
literally on top of her face.
With a groan, I moved myself away from her, and grabbing her head by
the small bun of hair, thrust my erect cock towards her lips. She moaned
indistinguishably, and immediately opened her mouth to take my cock
inside. With one more guttural grunt, I roughly thrust my cock into her
waiting mouth. She let out a throaty "Ummfff..." as my cock slid into the
depths of her mouth, till the swollen blood gorged tip of my cock touched
the beginning of her larynx.
"Chooso Gajra ben ... choose mere laude ko..." I urged her in a rough
guttural voice. She was only able to mumble something incoherent with
my cock stuffed in her mouth, her lips stretched in the form of an 'O'. To
her credit, she did not gag even once, and began to bob her head back
and forth in a practiced motion, allowing my cock to slide in and out
almost fully in her willing mouth. Reaching down, I roughly grabbed one
of her massive udders and squeezed them roughly, rolling and pinching
the small erect nipples with my fingers.
She too took hold of her other breast, and hefting it in her palms, began
to knead and squeeze them, even as she continued to suck on my cock
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with gusto. Letting go off her dangling heavy breast, I grabbed hold of
her head with both my hands, and began to fuck her mouth. She
responded by opening her mouth wider, and began to let out rough
guttural grunts of "Ummffhh ... ummfffhhh ... ummffhhh..." each time
my rampant cock thrust into the back of her throat.
To her credit, the experienced cock sucker that she was, she did not gag
even once, and took it all in. A couple of times I even pushed my cock
into the hilt so that my balls were pressed to her lips, and held it there for
a few seconds. She did not flinch even once, and except for taking in
some deep breaths through her nostrils, and bobbing her adam's apple,
she held my cock tight in her mouth, buried right up to her throat.
Not wanting to shoot my load right now, I pulled my cock out of her
mouth. As my cock slid out with a plopping sound, she took in a couple of
deep breaths, and looked up at me as if seeking my approval. I smiled at
her, and caressed her rough face with my hand. She beamed at this
gesture, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, where some
saliva had dribbled out of the sides of her mouth. She shifted
uncomfortably on her knees, transferring her weight from one knee to
the other.
Feeling a wave of sympathy for this mature peasant woman, who
probably had arthritic knees for all that I knew, I held her by her arms,
and helped her up on her feet. As she stood up and straightened her
knees, she grimaced with pain, confirming my doubts that she indeed did
have troublesome knees. My cock was glistening with her saliva, and the
tip was swollen crimson with blood. Pointing to the stool lying in the
kitchen, I said to her "Aap us stool par baith jaao, Gajra ben ... aapko
kam taqleef hogi waise..." Giving me a grateful smile, she ambled
towards the stool and with a groan, plonked her fat ass on the stool.
Her mammoth dangling mammaries swung freely as she walked towards
the stool and sat down. With a wry grin, she said to me "Kya kare saheb
... umar ho gayi hai ab..." referring to her breasts, as I looked at the way
her humongous udders swung and shook. "Nahi ... mujhe bahut acchhe
lage aapke yeh sthan..." I replied, walking up to her and fondling those
simply massive mammaries. "Aapka pati bahut khushnaseeb aadmi hai
... woh to har roz inka mazaa leta hoga..." I said to her with a lascivious
smile, rubbing my swollen slippery cock on the pillowy softness of her
breasts.
She let out a pained laugh on hearing that, and taking my cock in her
calloused pudgy hands, said "Arre saheb ... is umar mein mera marad
thhode hi mujhme dilchaspi rakhega ... unko to jawaan ladkiyaan
chaahiye ... woh to unki bahu ko chodna hi pasand karenge na..." as if it
was the most natural thing in world to happen. "Hamaari umar ab gayi
saheb..." she continued in a resigned tone " ... hamare bhaag mein ab sirf
apni bahu ko uske sasur se chudwaate huey dekhna hi likha hai ... ab
saath raha to sirf in ungliyo ka..." lifting her free hand and showing me
those thick calloused fingers of hers.
This utterly crude nature of this conversation, coupled with the fact that
this mature peasant lady, whom I had not noticed till yesterday, was
today sitting here bare-breasted in my kitchen, and casually stroking my
blood-gorged cock, made my head swim. Feeling my cock quiver in her
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hand, she smiled and looked up at me. "Is liye saheb ... jab aap jaise
saheb log jub humko bolte hain ki ... ki aapko hum acchhe lagte hain ... to
... to hamaare dil ko bahut khushi hoti hai..." she said with some
emotion. Shaking her head, as if to dismiss the depressing thoughts, she
squeezed my cock, and fondling my balls with her other hand, said to me
with a smile "Aap hukam karo, saheb ... kyaa seva kar sakti hun main
aapki..."
Looking at her humungous quivering mass of tit flesh again, I was
tempted to fuck her tits. "Mujhe aapke mammon ko chodna hai, Gajra
ben..." I said to her in a husky voice. She beamed, and instinctively
reaching to cup her mature heavy breasts, said brightly "Haan haan
saheb ... jo chaaho aap..." With that, she let go off my cock and gurgling
her throat, spat into her palm. Before I could react, she proceeded to rub
her spit on to my cock in a completely professional manner.
I had never seen a woman do this, and my cock jerked again, when I saw
that she spat some more into her palm, and rubbed the slippery saliva on
the deep valley between her breasts. I'd seen Mayuri ben using Johnson
& Johnson baby oil, but this was a revelation to me. Looking up at me
with a smile as she sat on her butt on the stool, she said "Aao saheb..."
hefting both of humongous mams with her hands towards me. Needing
no further invitation, I moved forward and placed my throbbing cock in
the deep crevice between her swollen blue-veined heavy hanging breasts.
"Bahu saras, dikra..." she whispered to me in her native tongue, as she
wrapped those flabby milky breasts on either side of my slippery shaft. I
arched my back to let me cock be fully buried in those mountainous

mammaries, even as she straightened her back and turned all her
attention to pumping her breasts up and down along the length of my
rigid cock. When Mayuri ben had done this to me, it had been with me
lying down, and her leaning forward on me. But this was a different
experience altogether. She rolled her mountainous tits individually to
create an unsymmetric movement of sorts around my cock, and her lips
were pursed with all her attention focused on making it as pleasurable an
experience for me as possible.
I just stood there with my back arched, and watched this slutty rabaari
woman go about her task in earnest. She was beginning to breathe
through her mouth now, and looking up at my eyes with a smile, as she
pumped her fleshy jack fruit sized breasts on my cock, breathed in her
native tongue "Saaru laage chhe, saheb..." "Haa ... zor thhi karo, Gajra
ben..." I said to her in the same tongue. "Haan saheb..." she said through
her heavy breathing, and without a word took hold of my cock in her
hands and slipped it into her mouth!
She bobbed her head back and forth with gusto, rolling her thick tongue
all around my cock inside her mouth. Lubricating it thoroughly, she
slipped it out of her mouth, and once again took it in between her
breasts. Looking up at me with a smile again, she began to vigorously
pump my cock with her juicy succulent breasts. My foreskin had slipped
down completely by now, and the red blood-gorged swollen tip of my
cock could be seen each time it slid up the crevice of her breasts, and
came out from top.
Gasping through her breath, she urged me on by saying "Oh saheb ...
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baut thagda lauda hai aapka ... mera to dil khush ho gaya aapka lauda
dekhkar ... geeli ho gayi ho mein isko chakhkar..." In the position that she
was sitting on the stool, her elaborate rabaari-style ghaagra had slid up
her knees, and I could see a portion of her massive white-skinned thighs.
With lust coursing through every vein in my body, I grabbed her by her
hair and said to her gruffly "Ab mujhe tumko chodna hai, Gajra ben ...
abhi ... idhar hi..."
Hearing my words, her eyes opened wide in surprise, and she said "Oh ...
sach mein saheb ... aapko mujhe chodna hai..." as if not believing what I
had said. I couldn't figure out why she was so surprised. "Haan..." I
grunted. "Oh saheb..." she crooned, switching to that typical fake
seducing tone of hers " ... haan ... zaroor..." With a groan, she clutched
her pudgy knees, and stood up heavily from the stool. Turning around,
she simply lifted her thick coarse ghaagra above her hips, baring her
massive milky thighs and legs, and that impossibly huge flabby ass!
Holding her ghaagra clutched above her hips with one hand, she knelt
forward and bent over, placing her other hand on the stool for support.
Parting her massive flabby thighs, she quickly spat into the palm of her
hand, and reaching under her pelvis between her spread thighs, rubbed
her palm on her cunt, ostensibly to lubricate it. Clutching her ghaagra
again, she turned her head sideways in that bent-over position, and said
to be hoarsely "Haan saheb ... ab main taiyyaar hoon..."
As I looked at this 46-year old rustic peasant woman, stripped of her
choli and her ghaagra lifted over her butt, those huge milky fleshy thighs
parted at her feet, and those massive milky swollen mammaries dangling
heavily from her chest, I squeezed my cock in anticipation. Her butt was
so fleshy that she had dimples on both her humongous ass cheeks, and as
she adjusted her feet to balance herself, those mammoth mammaries
swung freely like a pair of ripe jack fruits hanging from a tree. I could see
her thick puffy cunt lips from behind, covered as they were with a thick
jungle of coarse black hair. These tribal women never wore panties, and
all it took for them to get ready for a fuck was to just lift their ghaagras.
Moving up closer to her, I placed one hand on her wide fleshy butt, and
reaching out with my other hand, felt her mature cunt. My fingers met
with a thick bush of curly black hair, and as they navigated their way
through the forest of pubic hair, they eventually came to the thick mature
puffy lips of her sloppy wet pussy. She was wet alright; whether it was
from arousal, or from the fact that she had rubbed her spit there, I
couldn't know for sure. Either ways, I didn't care. As I pushed in two
fingers into her cunt from behind, she twisted her head sideways, and
groaned "Haii saheb ... aur der mat karo ... dekho main kitli geeli hoon..."
My fingers slid inside with little or no resistance, and it felt like I was
dipping my finger inside a bowl of hot ghee. Her pussy was cavernous,
and even after I shoved in three of my fingers, I felt like she could
accommodate a lot more. I pumped my fingers vigorously in and out of
her hot cunt a few times, causing her moan "Aaiii saheb ... jaldi se daalo
aapke lund ko andar ... aise mat khilwaad karo apni Gajra maasi ke
saath..." These rustic women were probably more used to their men
mounting them straightaway with little or no foreplay, and that probably
explained why she was not accustomed to someone fingering her pussy.
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Not being able to hold on any longer, I took hold of my cock, and bending
my knees slightly, shoved my swollen manhood into the depths of her
mature wet cunt. As my cock slithered in easily, and my hips smacked
against her massive fat ass, it felt as if I had dipped my cock in a vat of
hot molten butter. "Oo maara waala..." she groaned, as my cock slid
inside and my hips smacked against her butt.
Letting my cock remain buried inside her loose slimy cunt, I reached
under her torso, and grabbed one of her humongous dangling udders.
Squeezing them roughly, eliciting a soft moan from her, I began to buck
my hips back and forth. Fucking her mature cunt felt as easy as
ploughing a rain-soaked field. Even though I pulled out my cock almost
fully each time before thrusting it back inside, I felt little or no resistance.
It was as if she had a pair of tongues inside her cunt which were licking
my cock as I thrust it in and out.
Once again, I rued the fact that my cock was not an 8 or 9 inch monster
that could satisfy these heavily built women. But the actor that she was,
she threw her head back and let out all the noises that men wanted to
hear, groaning "Ooh, aaanhh, aannh ... haaiii ... chodo mane Jignesh
saheb ... chodo mane zor thhi..." in that guttural native dialect of hers. I
rotated my hips and thrust my cock into her forcefully, sending it
spearing in at different angles, hoping that it would make some
difference to this aged slut bent over in front of me.
Grabbing her voluminous fleshy milky white butt, I spread the ass cheeks
wide, baring her arse-hole to me. As the puckered hold of her arse came
to my view, I thought to myself that this was perhaps the hole more
suited to my cock. Every inch of her flabby body, including those
dangling jack fruit sized mammaries, her flabby belly, and the fleshy
arms, wobbled and shook as I fucked her hard from behind.
I was desperate to cum now, and I knew that fucking her in this position
was not going to make me ejaculate very soon. At the same time, I also
wanted to see her face and body from the front while fucking her. Pulling
out my cock from the depths of her cunt, I said to her gruffly "Gajra ben
... idhar platform par aa jaao ... mujhe aapko aage se chodna hai..."
"Haan haan saheb ... jaise aap bolo..." she crooned, straightening from
the stool and padding slowly towards the kitchen platform that I had
pointed towards.
With her back towards the platform, she climbed on to the platform with
difficulty. Leaning backwards on the kitchen platform, supporting herself
with one hand behind her back, she once again pulled her ghaagra up,
and spread her thighs for me. She bent her legs at the knees, and resting
them on the platform, spread her thighs wide open for me. Rubbing her
mature hairy cunt wantonly with her hand, she gave me a lascivious
smile and hissed "Aao saheb ... chodo mujhko ... nikaal do aapke lund ki
garmi mere andar..."
I moved up to her, and grabbing hold of those mountainous fleshy thighs
of hers, positioned my cock at the thickly haired entrance of her mature
cunt. With a grunt, I sent my cock spearing into her hot molten buttery
cunt again. This time it felt much better. Since I was shoving my cock
into her from the front, and from a slightly lower angle, it was going
through from the upper portion of her pussy lips, just below where her
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clitoris would have been. The opening being narrower at this place, my
cock met with relatively more resistance than when I was fucking her
from behind. "Hhh..." I grunted, as I sent my rock hard cock spearing
into her moist damp slithery cunt.
Her humongous heavy milky white dangling breasts, capped with those
small stubby nipples and little aereolas jiggled and shook with each
thrust of mine. Reaching out with my hand I grabbed one of them and
mauled them mercilessly. She let out of a genuine hiss of pain when I did
that. Clenching her teeth, she cried "Dikraa ... choose inko..." hefting one
of her massive tits in her hand and thrusting them outward towards me.
Leaning forward, even as I continued to fuck her relentlessly, I clamped
my mouth on her proffered teat, and began to suck on them like a hungry
child. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked in as much of her luscious milky
mammary flesh into my mouth as I could, and sucked on them greedily.
My tongue lashed her little stubby thick nipples, and my teeth
occasionally bit on them. She moaned aloud, and grabbing my head by
the hair, pushed my face deeper into her mammary mountains. In spite
of her size, she had somehow managed to wrap her legs around my
thrusting buttocks, and she pulled me deeper towards her. She was
leaning back a lot more now on the platform, supporting herself with
both her hands behind her fat ass, and was clenching her teeth, her eyes
closed, and her head thrown back.
As I looked down at my cock pistoning in and out of her, I could see that
the length of my cock was rubbing against her thick erect clitoris.
Realizing that that was what was managing to stimulate this mature
woman, I inserted my hand between out joined bodies, and began to rub
her clitoris with my thumb, even as I continued to stroke my rampant
cock in and out of her cavernous cunt. She groaned when I did that, and
leaning back further on the platform, thrust her hip out, urging me to do
it harder.
I was reaching the stage where I was going to cum any moment, and the
way she was clenching her teeth and hissing through them, I could sense
that this lusty woman was also about to get her orgasm. Due to her
massively heavy body, she could not lift her hips off the platform, but she
still managed to buck her ass on the platform, causing her flabby mature
tits to shudder and wobble. She reached out to grab my hand which was
stimulating her clitoris, and began to rub it vigorously, even as she let out
a cry of "Oh maara waala..." and grabbed my head and pushed my mouth
to her humongous breasts.
Clamping my mouth again on her succulent mature breasts, I feasted on
them, and simultaneously continued to ram her cunt with my cock, all
the while rubbing her clitoris furiously with my thumb. My balls
contacted as I felt my impending orgasm, and with a groan I pulled my
cock out of her wet sloppy cunt. I doubted whether these rustic women
followed any family planning programs, and it was unlikely that she had
gotten any tubectomy done to prevent pregnancies.
She looked at me with surprise through her glazed eyes, and instinctively
grabbed my blood gorged slick cock as it came out of her pussy. Her
mouth opened wide in a silent cry, as I replaced my cock with three of my
fingers, and began to pump her cunt vigorously, my thumb stimulating
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her swollen clit simultaneously. She reciprocated by pumping my cock

vigorously with her thick calloused hands, and with a grunt, I erupted.
My jism blasted out of the slit of my swollen cock head and landed in big
slimy dollops on her huge flabby belly. A few drops even managed to
reach as far as her huge tits. At about the same time, she let out a
screeching sound and muttered something incomprehensible through
clenched teeth, as she too incredibly orgasmed. A gush of warm sticky
pussy juices coated my fingers completely, even as my truculent cock
continued to jerk with a life of its own, and spat forth some more angry
bursts of hot cum.
Exhausted, she collapsed on her back on the kitchen platform, her thick
mountainous legs dangling down limp, even as I fell on top of her; my
spent cock pressed against her flabby belly, and my face buried in her
humongous mammaries. We lay there in that position for a few minutes,
our breath labored, and chest heaving. I felt like I had just climbed
Mt.Everest. I had never imagined I would be able to make this seasoned
slut cum. Feeling her coarse hand caress my back, I got up.
As she pushed herself up heavily, still breathing heavily, there was a
hugely satisfied look on her face. Clambering down from the platform,
she came up to me and hugged me in a bear hug, mashing her
mammaries to my chest. Reaching down to caress my limp wet cock with
her hand, she breathed huskily "Ohh saheb ... aisa to bahut saalo ke baad
kissi ne mujhe choda hai ... hai kya choda aapne saheb mujhko ... kitne
saalo baad kissi ne chodke mera bhi paani nikaala hai ... aap to ekdum..."
leaving her sentence unfinished. I just grinned proudly at her.

Suddenly, I became very self conscious and stooping down, picked up my
towel to wrap it around my waist again. Seeing that, she too smiled
wanly, and picking up her discarded back-less choli, put it on. "Zara meri
choli ke gaanth ko baandh do na, saheb..." she requested with a smile,
turning her back to me. I obliged by moving behind her and tying the
knots of the two cords that held her choli together. Feeling
uncomfortable with her suddenly, something that I usually felt
immediately after fucking a woman, I headed to my bedroom. I returned
to the kitchen, holding my wallet in my hand.
Extracting two 500/- rupee notes from my wallet, I held it out to her,
saying "Yeh rakh lo, Gajra ben ... ek mahina doodh dene ke paise main
tumko advance mein hi de raha hoon..." Seeing the money, her eyes
widened, and taking it from my hand reluctantly, she said "Par saheb ...
yeh to ... yeh to bahut zyaada hai..." They charged about 15/- rupees a
litre for milk those days, and even taking 2 litres daily, it only came to
600/- rupees a month. I smiled, and patting her hand said "Jaanta hoon
... lekin maine kahaa thha na ... hum sabko ek doosre ki zarooraton ko
poora karna chaahiye ... aur kyunki mujhe ummeed hai ki tum meri
zarooraton ko poora karoge ... isliye main tumko yeh extra paise de raha
hoon..."
She beamed upon hearing this, and coming closer to me again, pressed
her body to me. Sliding her thick hands inside my towel again, she
fondled my limp cock and said with a knowing smile "Bahut bahut
shukriya saheb ... main aapki sab zarooraton ko poora karoongi..."
Another mature slut willing to service me, I thought to myself, realizing
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how similar this was to what the lusty Mayuri ben had told me. Money
had this way of transforming people. On an instinct, I pulled out a 100/-
rupee note from my wallet and handing it to her, said "Aur yeh aaj jo
aapne meri seva ki ... uske liye..."
Her happiness turned to joy on seeing that, and grabbing my hand she
kissed it profusely. Before I could react, she bent down, and touched my
feet in a gesture of respect, just as she had done at Radhika aunty's
parlour, when I had agreed to hire for supplying milk. Absolutely
uncomfortable with this kind of placation, I grabbed her by her shoulders
and pulled her up. She straightened and just looked at my eyes with a
grateful expression on her face, her hands clutched together, holding the
money I had just given her.
"Chalo ... ab aap jaao, Gajra ben ... mujhe ab nahaana hai..." I said to her.
"Theek hai saheb..." she said sweetly, and proceeded towards where she
had put her aluminium container of milk on the floor. As she bent down
to pick up the heavy pot, I helped her lift it, and place it on her head,
supported by a small ring woven out of hay. She smiled gratefully, and
walked towards the door. I followed her to the door, with the intent of
closing the door once she had left. She paused at the door, and turning
towards me, said in an uncertain voice "Saheb ... main aapko ek baat
poochhoon..." "Haan poochho..." I replied. Searching for words, she said
"Saheb ... aapko aaj mazaa aaya?" I smiled, and asked "Haan ... aisa kyun
poochh rahe ho?" "Nahin saheb ... mujhe ... mujhe pata hai ki ... ki ...
meri ... meri choot ab bahut dheeli pad gayi hai ... to ... to aapko ... mazaa
nahi aaya hoga..." she said hesitantly, looking at my face with a resigned
smile on her face. "Nahi ... aisi koi baat nahin hai, Gajra ben..." I
mumbled, clearly embarrassed now.
Walking up to me, with the milk pot still perched on her head, supported
by one hand, she took my hand in hers with the other hand, and placing
it on her massive bosom, she said softly "Saheb ... aapko meri kasam ...
sach bataao ... mujhe kharaab nahi lagega..." looking me intently in the
eye, with a warm smile on her face. "Hmm ... haan thhoda sa dheela to
thha ... lekin mujhe mazaa aaya, Gajra ben..." I said to her awkwardly.
She smiled knowingly upon hearing that, and pressing herself to me
again, said to me in a whisper "Saheb ... kal ... main ... meri beti ko lekar
aaoongi ... uska naam Hetal hai ... aur woh abhi 18 saal ki ho gayi hai..."
Stunned to hear what she was proposing, I could only manage to gape.
"Aap usko ek baar dekh to lo saheb ... woh jawaan ladki hai ... agar aapko
pasand aayi to hi aap usko apne paas rakhna ... nahin to main usko
waapas bhej doongi..." she continued, in a voice eager to please me. Not
knowing what to say to this incredibly perverted proposition she was
putting in front of me, I just managed to mumble "Par..." Pressing my
hand to her massive orbs through the choli again, she urged "Ek baar
dekh to lo saheb ... pleazzz ... aur phir agar aap chaaho to main meri bahu
ko bhi lekar aaungi ... woh to abhi doodh bhi pilaati hai apne bacche
ko...", giving me a desperate to please smile.
My head was swimming with the incidents that were unfolding, and I
somehow managed to mutter "Theek ... theek hai, Gajra ben ... main usse
mil loonga kal..." She smiled brightly once I had agreed, and taking my
hand towards her thick coarse lips, kissed them feverently. "Bas saheb ...
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bahut meherbaani aapki..." she said in a thick voice. "Ab main jaati hoon,
saheb..." she said sweetly, and bending forward once again to make the
gesture of touching my feet, walked out of the door. I closed the door,
and collapsed on the sofa. Things were really getting out of hand now. I
had seen Gajra ben's daughter, Hetal, a couple of times, and she was
indeed a delectable piece of ass.
She was in the same mold as her mother, stocky and plump, and what
one could not help but notice was the way she jutted her chest out when
she walked. She had a huge pair of tits for a girl her age, and she seemed
to be type who was well aware of her assets, making sure she walked with
her chest thrust out, certain cockiness to her demeanor. I was not sure
what that girl did, but she usually hung around with that other servant
girl, Rambha, whom I had met at Radhika aunty's parlor. I shook my
head to clear the flood of thoughts, imagining what it would be like to
strip her naked and fuck her. With that, I headed to the bathroom, for a
much needed shower.
Just as I was done with my shower and was toweling myself dry, the bell
rang. Irritated, I swore under my breath. The bloody bell just didn't seem
to stop ringing. Wrapping the white turkey towel around my waist, I went
to the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw that it was the two maid
servants, Pushpa and Rani. Once again, I had almost forgotten that I had
hired these two girls as domestic servants in my house. Clad that I was
only in my towel, I couldn't help but laugh at the thought that all the
women in the vicinity had an uncanny knack of catching me at a time
when I had nothing but the darned towel around me. Forcing a smile on
my face, I opened the door.
The cocky 19-year old Pushpa stood there with a big smile on her face.
Each day that I saw her, I was noticing that she was beginning to look
better. Perhaps she was putting the money I was giving her to some good
use, and ensuring that she was better groomed now. She was wearing the
traditional village attire of her ghaagra, choli, and a blouse. By the looks
of it, the outfit looked new. As she stood there in her trademark teasing
pose, hip cocked to one side, one hand on the hip, she smiled at me
brightly and said "Namaste saheb..." I just grunted something under my
breath. On the other hand, the dark 21-year old Rani, stood submissively
behind Pushpa, the pallu of her choli covering her head, and her hands
clutched nervously in front of her.
Letting them in, I closed the door behind them. The flirtatious Pushpa
made it a point to brush her body against me, as she came in. With a
twirl of her embroidered dark brown ghaagra, she walked into the
kitchen, instructing Rani "Tu bartan dhona shuru kar Rani ... tab tak
main jhaadu pocchha karti hoon..." There were hardly any vessels in the
kitchen, the only ones being the ones I had used to make tea in the
morning after Gajra ben had left. Rani just gave me a tentative smile, and
followed Pushpa into the kitchen silently.
Soon, Pushpa re-appeared from the kitchen carrying a broom and the
dusting pan. As Rani was busy washing the utensils inside, Pushpa came
up to me and asked with an endearing smile on her thin lips "Kya baat
hai saheb ... aaj aap kucchh udaas lag rahe ho..." I was feeling drained
after the strenuous session with Gajra ben in the morning, and just shook
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my head silently. Seeing no expression on my face, the smile vanished

from her face, and touching me gently on my bare chest, she said softly
"Boliye na saheb ... kya hua aapko aaj ... aapki tabiyat to theek hai na..." I
looked at her face to see if she was genuinely concerned, or was just
fooling with me.
Seeing the look in her eyes, I concluded that maybe this teenage village
girl was not such a heartless bitch after all. Smiling, I pulled her towards
me, and pressing her thin firm body to me, said to her "Kucch nahi hua
Pushpa ... bas kal raat ko theek se soya nahi thha ... isliye thhoda thhaka
hua hoon..." Hearing that, she brightened visibly, and said "Oh to yeh
baat hai ... chaliye to aaj main aapko fresh kar doongi..." pressing herself
to me even more. My tired cock managed to give a lurch under my thick
turkey towel as I felt her slim young body press against me.
Girls had this amazing ability to play the motherly role given the first
chance, and even this hot young servant girl was no exception. Running a
finger teasingly along the muscles of my chest, she said "Pehle to aapko
ek cup kadak chaai pilate hain ... aur uske baad hum aapko nehlaate
hain..." her tone seductive, and a teasing smile playing on her thin
angular face. "Par main nahaa chukka hoon..." I said. "To kya hua saheb
... ek aur baar nahaa leejiye ... paani ki to koi kami nahi hai na..." she said
with a laugh " ... aur aapke saath hum dono bhi nahaa lenge..." she
continued in a lower tone, her finger nails scraping my nipples as she
said that.
I just shook my head and said with a laugh "Chalo theek hai..." even as I
cupped her small firm butt and squeezed them. She let out a little yelp of
pleasure, and pulling herself away from me, called out to Rani "Arre Rani
sun ... tu Jignesh saheb ke liye ek cup chai banaa ... tab tak mein apna
kaam khatam karti hoon..." "Theek hai, Pushpa..." Rani responded from
the kitchen. With that she bustled into the other rooms to begin her daily
chore of dusting, sweeping, and mopping. As Pushpa disappeared into
one of the 3 bedrooms in our house, I walked into the kitchen.
Rani was engrossed in boiling some tea on the stove. Sneaking up behind
her, I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, and hugged her.
She gave a little squeal of fear, and dropped the spoon with which she
was stirring the tea. "Oh saheb ... aapne to..." she said to me softly,
flashing me a pleasant smile. "Chai hum teeno ke liye banaa rahi ho na,
Rani?" I asked her gently, resting my chin on her shoulder. Today she
was dressed in a yellow ghaagra & choli, with a matching blouse, that
contrasted with her dark complexion. "Haan saheb ... mujhe yaad hai
aapne parso kya kahaa thha..." she replied with a smile, turning her head
sideways to look at me.
Her firm butt was pressed against my crotch, and as my hands played
with taut flesh of her belly, she squirmed in my arms. Sliding my hands
upwards, I cupped both her full ripe breasts in my hands. "Aaj tum bhi
mere saath nahaaoge na, Rani..." I said softly into her ears. She hesitated
for a moment, before replying shyly "Haan saheb ... jaisi aapki marzi ...
waise Pushpa ne aapse jo kaha ... woh maine sun liya thha ... aaj woh
aapko nehlaane waali hai ... isliye main..." leaving her sentence
unfinished. "Kyun ... tum nahi nehlaana chaahti mujhe..." I asked her in
a mock stern tone. She dropped her head, and replied in a low voice
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"Nahin saheb ... aapko shaayad uske saath ... nahaana hoga ... aur aap
nahi chaahte honge ki main beech mein aaoon..."
Hearing that, I smiled at her, and teasing her nipples which could be felt
through the thin fabric of her cotton blouse, said to her "Main to
chaahoonga ki tum bhi mujhe nehlaao ... lekin agar tum agar nahi aana
chaahti to ... to rehne do..." Hearing that, an alarmed expression came to
her face, and twisting around in my arms to face me, she said hastily "Oh
saheb ... aisa mat boliye ... agar aap kucch mujhse kahoge to main kabhi
mana karoongi kya..." Pausing for a moment, she looked up at my face
and looking at me with those big dark eyes of hers, smiled weakly. "Aap
to jaante hain na saheb ... ki main to aapki seva karne ke liye kucch bhi
kar sakti hoon ... phir aap aisa kyun bolte ho saheb..." she continued in a
hurt tone.
I let a warm smile come to my face upon hearing that, and kissing her
forehead gently, said to her softly "Haan Rani ... main jaanta hoon ...
isliye to tum mujhe itni acchhi lagti ho..." That seemed to please her
immensely, and a loving smile came to her face. Hearing the soft chimes
of Rani's anklets in the living room, I let go of Rani. She turned around
quickly, and got busy pouring out the tea for me. I carried my tea to the
living room, and settled on the couch to read the day's newspaper as the
girls went about completing their chores. After they finished their work,
both of them came into the living room and sat on the floor, resting their
backs on the wall opposite the couch on which I was sitting, and sipped
on their tea silently.
As I looked at these two girls sitting their on the floor, talking to each
other in a low voice, I couldn't help but think about how the situation had
changed. Only a couple of weeks, the best I could do was peep at them
bathing in the backyard of Sarla bhabhi's house, and shag my cock. As
they sipped on their tea, sitting cross-legged on the floor, I noticed both
of them stealing glances at me intermittently. Pushpa would say
something to Rani in a whisper and then giggle, while Rani would smile
in embarrassment; both of them glancing at me as they chatted.
Throwing the paper aside, I got up and announced "Chalo ... ab nahaane
chalte hain..." Getting these two girls to have a bath with me was
something even my scheming mind hadn't thought of, and the more I
thought about the prospects of sharing the bathroom with these two ripe
young village girls, the more excited I got. Hearing me, Pushpa stood up
with alacrity, and dragging Rani by the hand, said excitedly "Chal Rani
utth..."
I headed to the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom, and had
recently been done up to my taste. I had convinced my father to fit a full-
sized bath-tub, in addition to the usual plumbing work of mixers,
diffusers, and a shower. The girls followed me to the bathroom, and as
they saw the insides, Pushpa said excitedly "Arre waah saheb ... yeh to
bilkul kisi mahal jaisa lagta hai ... kitna sundar sajaaya hai aapne is
bathroom ko..." clasping her hands together in glee. The docile Rani also
looked at my elaborately fitted bathroom in awe.
Opening the faucet that was meant for the tub, I quickly ran a bath,
filling up the tub with lukewarm water by opening both the hot and cold
water faucets simultaneously. As the water began to fill up in the tub, I
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poured in a liberal amount of bubble bath, making the falling water to

bring up a good froth. The two girls just watched in wonder, as the tub
filled up beautifully with soapy bubbles, aided as it was with the bubble
bath that I had poured in.
To Be Continued..
Part - 24
Clasping her hand to her mouth, the perky Pushpa exclaimed "Hai Rani
... dekh, dekh ... yeh to bilkul waisa ban gaya hai jaisa hum woh TV mein
Lux saabun ke ad mein dekhte hain..." Turning to me excitedly, she
gushed "Oh saheb ... mera to Sapna thha aise nahaana ... aapne to meri
aas poori kar di..." I just grinned at them. The submissive Rani was also
totally in awe looking at the bath tub filled with soapy bubbles, but all she
managed to give me was a weak embarrassed smile. I guess she was still
a trifle shy about sharing a bath with me.
Turning off the faucet, I turned to girls and said with a smile "Chalo ab
yeh taiyyaar hai ... ab tum dono kapde utaar ke isme baith jaao..."
Hearing this, Pushpa exclaimed "Oh nahi nahi saheb ... hum to aapko
nehlaane aaye thhe ... aap pehle baithiye ... hum aapko nehlaayenge..."
Shaking my head, I smiled and said "Nahin ... tumne yeh kabhi nahi
dekha hai na ... isliye main chaahta hoon ki tum dono pehle isme nahaao
... uske baad main tum dono ke saath iske andar aa jaaoonga..." with a
wink.
Pushpa beamed upon hearing this, but Rani just looked hesitantly at me.
Seeing her reluctance, Pushpa piped "Kya tu sharma rahi hai Jignesh
saheb ke saamne, Rani ... ab inse kya sharmaana ... ab jaldi se kapde
utaar tu ... aur aa jaa iske andar..." "Agar tujhe nahin aana to jaa tu ...
main to ghus rahi hoon iske andar..." she admonished Pushpa, and
immediately began to remove the peach colored embroidered choli from
her body. The visibly embarrassed Rani just looked at me questioningly,
and I nodded to her, giving her my consent.
With that, she too began to slowly undo her bright red choli from where
it was tucked into her yellow embroidered ghaagra, her eyes averting my
gaze. By now, Pushpa had taken off her choli completely, and was
opening the hooks of her blouse. My cock stiffened as I watched how she
was undressing in front of me without any inhibition. Peeling off her thin
blouse and dropping it on the floor, Pushpa pirouetted on the floor,
clutching her flaring ghaagra, and purposely baring her small lemon
sized teenage breasts to me.
After the mature humongous mammaries of Gajra ben that I had feasted
on only a while back, the perky little firm young tits of Pushpa were a
welcome change. Looking at my face with a teasing smile on her face, she
cupped those stil developing teenage breasts of hers with her hands, and
even pinched those tiny erect light brown colored nipples playfully; all
the while looking at me with that trademark cock teasing smile of hers.
The reluctant Rani was still standing there uncertainly in her yellow
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ghaagra and blouse, having only taken of her choli so far.

Turning to her with irritation, Pushpa ordered her "Arre tu kyaa kar rahi
hai Rani ... itna der kyun laga rahi hai..." The incredibly shy and sexy
dark-skinned Rani only managed an uncomfortable and shy smile.
Shaking her head in exasperation, she exclaimed 'Tu Jignesh saheb ka
time mat kharaab kar ... cha lab..." reaching out to undo the hooks of
Rani's blouse on her own. Rani's ripe young breasts were bigger than
Pushpa's and her thin yellow blouse struggled to contain her luscious
mango-shaped tit flesh.
As Pushpa began to forcibly open the hooks of her blouse, Rani looked at
me with a helpless expression in her eyes. Smiling, I walked up closer to
her, and placing my hand on her waist, said to her gently "Haan ... ab
utaar do apne kapde Rani..." Hearing this, she nodded her head, and
with a weak smile on her face, managed to say "Haan saheb ... abhi
utaarti hoon..." I smiled at her once again, and gently squeezed the taut
flesh on the sides of her waist.
As Pushpa opened all the hooks of her blouse, and roughly yanked it off
her arms, I was once again rewarded by the sight of those delicious young
mango shaped breasts of hers. No matter how many times I saw them, I
still couldn't help but get aroused at the sight of those full pointed dark
breasts of hers, capped by those incredibly long and thick black nipples.
My mouth watered at the sight of those delectable pair of tits.
As her breasts were bared, Pushpa giggled and playfully cupping them,
fondled them, and said to me with a laugh "Dekho na Jignesh saheb ...
kitne pyaare lag rahe hai na Rani ki chuchiyaan ... main isko hamesha
bolti hoon ki mere itne bade kab honge..." referring to her own budding
teenage lemon sized perky tits. Rani blushed violently when Pushpa did
this, and before she could react, I moved behind her and cupping her
firm young full breasts with my hands from behind, said to both of them
"Haan, bahut khoobsoorat hai Rani ke..." As my fingers closed around
her juicy tits, Rani shivered involuntarily, and her hands instinctively
clutched my thighs.
Looking at Pushpa with a grin, I said to her "Chal tu ab nangi ho jaa,
Pushpa ... Rani bhi ab nangi ho jaayegi ... hai na Rani?" I said to her in a
tone that was more of a statement than a question. She just clutched her
hands nervously in front of her, and managed to mutter 'Haan saheb..."
"Oh haan saheb ... main to taras rahi hoon is chhote se talaab mein
bathne ke liye..." Pushpa exclaimed, and started to undo the cord that
was holding her ghaagra in place.
As her elaborate ghaagra dropped to the floor, she stepped out of them,
and throwing back her single long braid of hair, cocked her hip to one
side, and posed seductively in front of me. My semi hard cock which was
in some way pressing against Rani's full curvy ass lurched at the sight of
the slender teenage Pushpa standing completely naked in front of me.
Thin as she naturally was, she had the kind of slim body that many high-
profile models would have died for. Her shoulders and hips were almost
bony, even though her hips were beginning to flair into a womanly size at
the waist. Her pert little breasts stood proudly on her chest, capped by
those little light brown colored nubbins of her nipples. Her slender legs
and rake thin thighs came together at her pelvis, where her lightly haired
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pussy rested in front of my eyes in all their naked glory.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I slid my hands down from Rani's
breasts and began to undo the cord of her ghaagra too. She turned
around to look at me, but otherwise cooperated fully. As the cord came
loose, her heavy ghaagra fell to the floor in a heap around her ankles.
Moving slightly away from her, I took in the sight of her naked body once
again.
While Pushpa had an almost perfect teenage body, Rani's body had
already begun to take the shape of womanhood. Her hips were larger
than her shoulders, and her ass was full and ripe. However like many
young women, whose bodies had almost fully developed, her thighs and
legs were relatively thinner, though muscular. Her hair too was tied in a
single long braid reaching up to the middle of her back, and was now
hung in front of her across her left shoulder. As she stood there shyly, her
hands clutched together in front her pussy in embarrassment; I reached
out and gently pushed her towards the tub.
Pushpa immediately stepped into the tub, and as her feet entered the
soapy bubbly water, she let out a little yelp "Aiii ... yeh paani to garam hai
... kitna accha lag raha hai..." Immediately sitting down on her butt in the
tub so that her lower body was completely immersed in the frothy water
she began to splash the water and bubbles around with her hands, like an
excited kit. "He, hee, heee..." she giggled as she played with the bubbly
water, and then looking at Rani, extended her arms out to her,
exclaiming "Aaja Rani ... bahut mazaa aayega..."
Rani took her hands, and tentatively stepped into the tub. As she felt the
warm water on the skin of her legs, she shivered inadvertently. Holding
on to Rani's hands, she proceeded to sit down in the tub, letting out a soft
sigh as her body was submerged in the warm soapy water almost up to
her chest. Both the girls were sitting facing each other in the tub, and as
both of them leant back against the walls of the tub, their juicy tits also
disappeared under the soapy bubbly water.
While Rani let out another excited yelp, as she felt the warm water
embrace her naked body, Rani just closed her eyes, and let out another
sigh. I was sure none of these girls had ever experienced a bath this
luxurious, and I felt a little sense of satisfaction, seeing them so happy.
My cock however, which was at full mast by now, and creating a tent
under my towel, reminded me of my true intentions. Dragging a small
plastic stool that I used in the bath to occasionally sit on, I sat down
beside the tub next to the two girls.
The young Pushpa was enjoying herself thoroughly in the tub, playfully
splashing water on Rani, as Rani relaxed, and reciprocated by laughing
and flecking some of the soapy foam on to Pushpa's face. The girls were
sitting with their legs bent at the knees in front of them, and their torso
was already covered with soapy bubbles and flecks of foam. Rani's juicy
ripe mango shaped breasts shook gently in the water as she reached out
to play in the water too. Pushpa scooped up some of the soapy suds and
rubbing it on her naked breasts and belly, said to me laughing "Oh
Jignesh saheb ... kitna mazaa aa raha hai... " even as she stretched out
her legs in the tub and leaned back, caressing her body with her hands.
"Ooohh ... dekho saheb ... mere nipples kaise khade ho gaye hain..." she
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crooned, running her fingers in circles around her pert little breasts, and
smiling at me suggestively. That aroused me immensely, and I resisted
the impulse to reach out and grab her firm young teenage breasts. "Aur
dekho saheb ... Rani ke bhi nipples kaise khade ho gaye hai..." she said
laughing, pointing towards Rani. She was right. Those incredibly thick
and long black nipples of Rani were also fully erect now, and my mouth
watered as I gazed at them. Seeing me look at her breasts, Rani lowered
her head in embarrassment.
"Arre Rani ... ab to tu sharmaana band kar..." chided Pushpa playfully "
... tu idhar aa ... aur mere paas baith..." opening her arms and beckoning
Rani to come into her arms. Rani's face flushed and she shook her head,
saying "Chal hat ... kyun sataa rahi hai tu mujhe..." Making a face,
Pushpa turned towards me and cried "Saheb ... bolo na isko ... meri baat
nahi sun rahi hai yeh..." Rani too was looking at me, her face flushed with
embarrassment. I nodded my head, and with a smile said to her gently
"Jaao na Rani uske paas ... woh to sift tumhaare saath khelna chaahti
hai..." Hearing my instructions, Rani just gave me a weak smile, and
nodded her head dumbly. Pushpa was sitting with her legs stretched out
on either side of Rani, and as Rani slid forward in the tub towards her,
Pushpa said "Arre aise nahi paagal ... tu us taraf mud jaa ... aur apni
peeth meri taraf kar ke baith..."
Once again Rani looked at me hesitantly before complying to Pushpa.
Sitting on her haunches, she twisted around in the tub and then sat down
in it with her back towards Rani. "Ab aayi na tu line pe..." laughed
Pushpa, as she grabbed Rani from behind and pulled her towards her. As
Rani leaned back and rested herself against Pushpa's torso, Pushpa
wrapped her hand around Rani and cupping her breasts and squeezing
them playfully, said to me with a laugh "Ummhhh ... iski chuchiyaan
kitni raseeli hai, saheb ... pata hai mujhe iski chuchiyon ke saath khelne
main bada mazaa aata hai..."
To see two young teenage girls play with each other bodies had been one
of my secret fantasies for a long time, and it was being played out in
reality before my eyes today. My cock nodded its swollen head in
approval, and the tip twitched against my towel. As Pushpa's hands
closed around Rani's ripe fleshy pointed breasts, she cried out "Arrreee ...
yeh kya kar rahi hai tu Pushpa ... chhodo mujhe..." squirming in Pushpa's
hands and unsuccessfully trying to pull her hands away. Pushpa smiled
at me from behind Rani's head, and winked at me. Deciding it was time
for me to intervene.
Reaching out, I placed one hand gently on Rani's soapy wet shoulder,
and said to her softly "Kyun ... kya hua Rani ... tum ab bhi mere saamne
sharma rahe ho..." "Nahin saheb ... bas..." she began to say. I cut her off
by saying "To phir kya baat hai ... tumhe yeh acchha nahi lag raha hai?"
"Nahin saheb ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... main bas..." she managed to
respond, her voice trailing off. "To kya, Rani ... bolo..." I said softly, still
smiling, even as I slid my palm down from her shoulder and gently
caressed her firm fleshy young breasts. Feeling my hand on her aroused
body, Rani shivered involuntarily, and managed to whisper "Kucch nahi
saheb..."
Pushpa beamed at me from behind Rani's head, and winked at me
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conspiratorially again. Dragging my stool closer to the two girls in the

tub, I scooped up a handful of the soapy water and poured it over her
proud ripe dark breasts. Placing my hand on her chest, I began to rub the
soapy hand all over her breasts. She bit her lips, and closing her eyes,
threw her head back against Pushpa's shoulders and clutched at Pushpa's
legs. Pushpa too joined the act by scooping up soapy water and started to
massage Rani's quivering young breasts with both her hands.
As both of us continued to massage and caress her chest and breasts,
Rani let out a sigh and squirmed in Pushpa's arms. It was a most erotic
moment for me, watching these two young rustic girls in my tub. Without
any further delay, Pushpa let go off one of Rani's delectable breasts, and
slid her right hand below to Rani's belly and pelvis under the water. With
the soapy bubbles covering almost the entire surface of the water, I could
not see what her hands were doing. Suddenly I saw Rani let out a small
cry and jerk her body, and that's when I realized that Pushpa had
probably slid her hand to Rani's pussy under the water.
Not wanting to scare of the extremely shy Rani, I shook my head in the
negative at Pushpa, and smiled at her, conveying to her to go slow. She
smiled and nodded her head, understanding what I meant. Picking up a
bottle of shower gel from the nearby rack, I poured of it liberally over
Rani's wet torso. Reaching forward to rub the gel onto her body, I asked
her softly in a teasing tone "Tumhe koi itraaz to nahi hai na Rani ... agar
main tumhaare badan pe saabun lagaaoon to..." "Saheb..." she began in
an uncertain voice " ... hamaara kaam hai aapki seva karna ... yeh to
mujhe or Pushpa ko karna chaahiye aapke liye ... par aap to..." her voice
trailing off again.
"Koi baat nahi, Rani ... pehle main tumhe nehlaata hoon ... uske baad
phir tum mujhe nehlaana ... theek hai" I said to her with a laugh. "Theek
... theek hai, saheb..." she mumbled in low voice. Hearing this, Pushpa
chimed "Saheb ... aap sirf Rani ko nehlaaoge ... mujhe nahin..." her thin
lips pouting. Laughing, I replied "Arre Rani ... tujhe bhi nehlaaoonga ...
tu chinta mat kar..." reaching out to playfully pinch her small erect
teenage nipple. She let out a small yelp as I pinched her nipple, and with
a little giggle pressed my hand to her firm pert young breast.
Turning my attention to the dark 21-year old Rani, I leaned forward and
began to massage the soapy gel on the whole of her torso, paying special
attention to the squeezing and rubbing her ripe juicy mango-shaped
breasts. As I was doing that, I also rolled her thick turgid nipples between
my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft moan from her as she lay back
against Pushpa's chest, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted.
Reaching down under the water, I also caressed her muscular thighs, my
thumb grazing against the lips of her recently deflowered cunt.
She jerked as she felt my finger against her, and grabbed my fore arm.
Deciding against fingering her now, I removed my hand from between
her outstretched legs. I then instructed Pushpa to take some of the
shower gel in her hands, and soap Rani's back. As Rani sat forward to
allow Pushpa to soap her back, I sat back on the low stool and watched
the two young teenage girls bathe each other. Reaching under my towel, I
squeezed my hard throbbing cock, causing a small drop of pre-cum to
ooze out of the slit of my swollen cock head.
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Rani was sitting with her head bent forward, but Pushpa spotted me
squeezing my cock, and gave me a seductive smile, a gleam of desire
coming into her teasing eyes. I decided I had ignored Pushpa for long
enough, and getting up from the stool, sat down at the head of the full-
sized bath tub. Taking the bottle of shower gel, I poured some of it into
my palm and began to apply it on Pushpa's thin bony shoulders. She
giggled and snuggled her head to rest it against my fore arm. By now,
Rani had turned herself around to face Pushpa once again, and moved to
the other end of the tub.
As she sat their silently, her hands crossed in front of her, and her knees
pulled up towards her chest, I gave her a friendly wink. She responded
with a weak shy smile. Turning my attention back to Pushpa, I slid my
hand down to her chest, and cupping her pert firm lemon-sized breasts,
began to massage them in earnest. She let out an exaggerated moan of
pleasure, and crooned "Ohh Jignesh saheb..." even as I my hands moved
in a squeezing inward to outward motion on her perky tits, culminating
in a squeeze of her tiny erect nubbins each time I squeezed her tits. Her
eyes were closed, and she was leaning towards me, pressing her face
against my fore arms.
I glanced at Rani, and saw that she was gazing at my hands on Pushpa's
young teenage breasts in rapt attention. I also noticed that her right hand
had slid down under the water, and I was sure she was involuntarily
touching herself. My cock gave a jerk under the towel, as I realized that
this frolicking in the tub was beginning to arouse the otherwise shy Rani
too. Deciding to move forward, I supported Rani's back with my left

hand, and quickly slid my right hand to her pussy.
As my fingers began to rub the wet slit of Pushpa's tight teenage cunt, she
let out a soft cry of pleasure. Involuntarily she spread her outstretched
thighs wider, and looked up towards my face with a hungry look on her
face, as if urging me to take her there and then. Deciding to hold on for
some more time, I teased the opening of her pussy a few more times, and
then pulled out my hand from between her thighs. Turning my attention
to her slender back, I poured some more of the shower gel on her back,
and proceeded to vigorously rub her back.
Finishing, I extracted the hand-held shower from its hook on the wall,
and proceeded to spray water all over Pushpa's body to wash away the
soapy gel. "Oohh..." crooned Pushpa as she felt the spray of water splash
fall on her body. Turning my attention to Rani, I beckoned to her to come
closer towards me. As she slid forward in the tub, watching me with an
expression of warmth in her eyes, I repeated the process of showering
her body too, washing away the soapy foam created by the gel.
As I was replacing the hand-held shower in its hook, Rani surprised me
by saying in a soft halting voice "Saheb ... ab ... ab aap bhi iske andar aa
jaaiye na ... ab humko bhi ... mauka deejiye ... aapko ... aapko nehlaane
ka..." "Haan, haan, saheb ... ab aap bhi aa jaao na... "piped in Pushpa in
an excited tone. Needing no further invitation, I stood up from the stool
and untied the thick white towel from my waist. As I dropped the towel
on to rack near the basin, both girls automatically glanced at my cock.
My faithful prick had not let me down, and stood to attention in all its
glory, quivering slightly.
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Pushpa's hands flew to her mouth as she gaped at my thick swollen hard
cock, and she exclaimed "Ohhh Rani ... dekh to ... Jignesh saheb ka kitna
bada hai..." The dusky Rani's eyes too were riveted to my quivering cock,
and all she was able to muster was "Umm ... hnnhh..." Pushpa held out
her hand to me, and said "Aaao saheb ... ab aur mat intazaar karwaao
humse..." asking me to step into the tub in between them. Taking her
hand, I stepped in the tub, and sat down in the soapy water with my back
towards Rani. Leaning back, I rested my back against Rani's firm wet
body; my legs outstretched in front me.
As I felt Rani's ripe juicy tits press into my back, I felt a shiver of desire
course through my body. It was an amazing feeling to feel a young girl's
wet nubile body against you when reclining in a luxurious bath tub. I had
fantasized about this many a time, when I had lain in this tub, stroking
my cock. Rani's womanly instincts took over as I settled against her, and
cradling my head against her shoulder with her left hand for support, she
placed her right hand on my chest and instinctively began to rub the
warm soapy water on it.
I sighed with contentment, and closing my eyes, let myself relax in the
sexy young Rani's arms; enjoying the feel of her wet soapy hands
caressing my chest. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Pushpa was
gazing at us with an expression that conveyed arousal and envy at the
same time. It became evident to me by the look in her eyes, that she was
jealous of the fact that I had chosen to sit in Rani's arms as opposed to
hers. Deciding to appease her as well, I shifted my outstretched leg under
the water.
Pushpa was sitting on the other end of the tub, and had drawn up her
knees towards her chest, so as to accommodate my outstretched legs in
the tub. I moved my right leg under the water towards her crotch, and
smiling at her, began to rub the raised lips of her vagina with my toe. She
gasped when she felt my toe nudge against her pussy lips under the
water, and involuntarily grabbed my feet. I winked at her
conspiratorially, and began to wiggle my toes against the wet slit of her
tight young cunt.
This attention from me pleased her, and she responded by pushing her
bent legs apart, and thrusting her hips downward under the water, in an
attempt to press her cunt to my toe. Shifting imperceptibly under the
water, she maneuvered her butt into a position where my toe had
complete access to the wet pussy. Bending my leg at the knee slightly, I
began to move my feet at the ankles, rubbing the gradually opening lips
of her cunt. A shudder went through her body at this invasion of her
young teenage pussy by my toe, and her hands clasped my feet again,
urging them to rub her pussy harder. As she supported herself with her
hands, and slid her butt further towards me, I felt my thick toe spread
open the tight lips of her pussy, and slide inside. Her mouth flew open
into an 'O' as she felt my thick toe enter her pussy.
Rani on the other hand, was gazing with love at my bare chest, as her
hands continued to gently massage my muscular chest and belly. Looking
up into her eyes, I took hold of her hand and guided it towards my hard
cock which was gently swaying inside the soapy water. Her eyes fluttered
and a soft breath escaped her parted lips, as her fingers closed around
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the girth of my thick cock underwater. "Saheb..." she whispered softly

under her breath, as her wet fingers instinctively began to slide along the
length of the rigid boner. I sat back contented against her in the chest
deep water as her fingers began to manipulate my cock and swollen
wrinkled balls.
It was the most amazing feelings to have a girl stroke your cock under the
water, slick as it was with the soapy bubbles. Pushpa who had been
watching us intently even as she my toe was inserted into her tight wet
cunt, stiffened, and clutched the sides of the tub. Rani's dark muscular
legs were wrapped around my waist even as she continued to stroke my
cock in a slow gentle rhythm. I sighed and snuggled my head against her
shoulders, causing those ripe pointed breasts of her to burn into my
back. The water was beginning to get tepid now. I instructed Pushpa to
remove the plug from the tub's drain outlet, which she executed
immediately. As the soapy used water drained from the tub, I turned on
the faucets feeding a mix of hot & cold water into the tub, washing away
the soapy suds & cruds from the tub.
Once the tub was clean of all traces of soap, I instructed Pushpa to plug
the drain of the tub again. The two girls watched intently, as the tub
began to will up with crystal clear clean water. As I settled back against
Rani's chest again, she cradled my head against her shoulder and began
to wash all traces of soap from my body by scooping up water from the
tub with her hands. I noticed her beckon Pushpa with her fingers,
indicating to her that she should also start working on the cleansing the
remaining parts of my body.

Pushap slid forward quickly in the tub, and sitting down on her knees
began to rinse my leg & feet, vigorously rubbing the soap off it. Her
playful teasing demeanour was gone, and she was foused on the job at
hand completely, though her big eyes kept darting to my erect wet
glistening cock from time to time. I slid myself sideways in the tub so
that I could have a look at Rani's firm quivering breasts. Slipping my left
arm around her back, I snuggled my face near her breasts. She
immediately accommodated by cradling my neck at the crook of her
arms.
She was gazing at me intently; her mouth parted in anticipation, as I
licked my tongue involuntarily and took her dark gleaming glistening wet
thick nippled mango shaped breast into my mouth. A soft hiss escaped
her lips as I sucked her juicy young tits into my mouth, and her hand
instinctively took hold of the hair at the back of my head. As I suckled on
her young ripe breasts hungrily, I could fee the patch of wet crinkly pubic
hair covering her vagina rub against the side of my waist. Flicking my
tongue across that incredibly long and thick nipple, I clutched her harder
at her supple waist.
Even as I continued to nibble and suck on her tits, through the corner of
my eyes I noticed her beckon to Pushpa again. Pushpa slid forward in the
water on her knees with alacrity, and took of hold of my swaying cock
immersed in the water. As her slender bony fingers clamped around the
thick girth of my cock, she began a practiced motion of pumping my
cock. With her other hand, she reached under my cock, and cupping my
swollen balls, began to fondle them simultaneously.
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This was a dream come true for me; to be lying in the arms of one 21-year
old dark skinned teenage maid in my tub, suckling on her ripe young
breasts, even as my cock was being stroked by another 19-year old hot
teenage maid. Pushpa's mouth was slightly agape, intent as she was on
stroking my cock rapidly, creating frothy turbulence in the water. I was
dying to have my cock sucked now. Disengaging myself from Rani's
arms, I instructed Pushpa to remove the plug from the drain that was
holding the water in the tub.
As Pushpa followed my instructions, I stood up in the tub; the water
dripping off my naked body. I stepped out of the tub, and stood on the
rug next to the tub. Both the girls were sitting on their knees in the tub
now, looking at me expectantly as if awaiting my next command. My
hard cock stood out proudly, swaying gently. Pushpa's mouth was still
agape as she looked at my face, while Rani's eyes seemed riveted to my
throbbing hard cock.
"Ab chooso mere lund ko..." I said huskily. Both of them reacted
simultaneously, sliding forward in the tub to take my cock into their
mouth. There was an awkward moment between the two of them when
they realized I had said that to no one in particular. They looked at each
other and smiled awkwardly, and then looked up towards me, as if asking
whom I wanted to suck on my cock. I just smiled enigmatically, enjoying
their discomfiture.
Seeing no specific answer forthcoming from me, Rani nodded almost
imperceptibly to Pushpa. Still on her knees, she took my wet hard cock
ever so gently in her hand, and stroked it slowly. At a nod from her,
Pushpa slid forward on her knees, and opening her thin lipped mouth,
closed it around the tip of my cock. "Ahh..." I grunted; the warmth of her
mouth in stark contrast to the cold that my wet cock was feeling so far.
This was a first for me. I had never had the opportunity to get it off with
two girls at the same time. Rani's face was flushed with excitement as she
slowly guided my hard throbbing manhood into Pushpa's mouth. As
Pushpa slipped the swollen mushroom-shaped tip of my cock into her
small petite mouth, she looked up at my eyes, as if seeking my approval.
It is a hugely erotic sight to have a girl look into your eyes when she is
sucking on your cock; more so when it is a teenager like Pushpa.
I smiled at her slowly, and nodded my appreciation. With that bit of
encouragement from me, her eyes lit up, and with a soft moan, she began
to run her tongue on my swollen cockhead that was stretching her thin
lips to an 'O'. Rani was holding my thigh with one hand, while with her
other hand she was gently stroking m cock even as Pushpa sucked on the
tip like a Popsicle.
Rani looked up at me with those big dark eyes, a questioning look on her
face, as if asking me if everything was OK. I nodded my head almost
imperceptibly, and gave her a brief smile. Pushpa was getting into the
groove now, and as she reached out to cup and fondle my swollen balls,
she opened her already stretched mouth wider, and took my cock deeper
into her mouth till it was almost touching the cavity of her throat.
She had progressed from just licking the swollen tip of my cock with the
tongue to bobbing her head back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of
her slender, almost delicate, mouth. Rani looked at her intently, her lips
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slightly parted, and her face flushed with excitement, even as she
continued to gently stroke my cock simultaneously with her thumb and
forefinger.
Slipping my hard rod-like cock out of her mouth, Pushpa swallowed, and
then said to Rani "Tu bhi choos na, Rani ... hum dono saath mein
choosenge to Saheb ko bahut acchha lagega..." My cock lurched when I
heard this cocky little 19-year old maid telling her friend that both of
them should be sucking my cock simultaneously! As Rani looked up at
me once again as if seeking my approval, I nodded my consent.
Both of them then brought their mouths close to my cock, and sticking
their tongues out, began to lick along the sides of my swollen shaft. I
placed my hands on their heads, and let out a soft groan of pleasure, as I
felt the wet tongues of these two young village girls, working their magic
on my cock. This was every man's fantasy being lived out by me.
Overcome with lust now, I thrust my hips forward and began to rub my
cock wantonly on their eager faces.
Grabbing my cock with my hand, I pumped it slowly, and grabbing
Pushpa by her hair, thrust her face downward towards my swollen cum-
filled balls. As Pushpa complied and began to run her tongue on the
underside of my balls, I guided my cock towards Rani's mouth. She
immediately opened her mouth, and took my cock in. Taking a deep
breath, she allowed me to push my cock almost up to her throat, and
began to suck on it in earnest, even as Pushpa continued to lick my balls.
Rani's full ripe young breasts were quivering as she moved her head back
& forth on my shaft, and I felt those long thick nipples graze against my
thighs. Reaching down, I clasped my hand over one of her delicious firm
mango-shaped tits and squeezed roughly, eliciting a soft moan from her
mouth that was stuffed full of my cock. Hearing Rani's moan, Pushpa
lifted her head from between my thighs where she had been licking &
sucking on my balls. When she saw the way I was palming Rani's
quivering tits, she flashed me one of her trademark teasing smiles.
And then, to my utter surprise, she lent forward towards Rani, and began
to flick her tongue on Rani's breasts! Rani cried out in protest, and began
to pull her mouth off my cock, vainly trying to push Pushpa away from
her. But I held her by her hair, and keeping my cock pushed inside her
mouth, shook my head conveying that I wanted her to continue. As
Pushpa grabbed and squeezed Rani's ripe juicy breasts, and clamped her
mouth on one of them to suck on it harder, she crooned "Ohh Jignesh
saheb ... ummm ... Rani ki chuchiyaan kitni raseeli hai na ... umm isko
choosne main kitna mazaa aata hai na..."
Hearing these incredibly erotic words coming from the cocky Pushpa's
mouth, I felt an electric surge course through my body, and thrusting my
cock deeper into Rani's mouth, grunted "Hnnhhh ... choos Rani ki
chuchiyon ko Pushpa ... acchhe se chhoos..." I had never ever seen two
girls pleasuring each other, and it had been one of my long standing
fantasies to see that. As Pushpa clamped her mouth harder on Rani's
delectably juicy breast, Rani let out another soft cry that was a strange
mix of arousal and shame.
Alternating between sucking on Rani's breasts and biting her nipples,
Pushpa slid her free hand between Rani's thighs, and cupped her young
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relatively unused vagina. As Pushpa began to rub her thinly haired cunt
with her fingers, Rani's body jerked and she arched her back,
inadvertently thrusting her hip outwards. "Ummmffff..." she cried out
with her mouth full of my cock, as she felt her friend's fingers pry open
the lips of her pussy, and begin to finger her furiously.
Her body began to squirm and struggle as Pushpa began to thrust her
fingers into her cunt, but I held her in place by holding on to her head;
my cock buried inside her mouth. Pushpa looked up at me and flashed
me a seductive smile. Licking her lips wantonly, she cooed "Ooohhh ...
dekho saheb ... kitni geeli ho gayi hai Rani ... aapke lund ko dekhkar..." I
just laughed, and said "Kyun ... tu geeli nahi hui kya abhi tak..." Hearing
this, Pushpa let out a giggle, and spreading her thighs even as she sat on
her knees in the tub, thrust her other hand between those slender thighs
of hers; even as she continued to finger Rani with the other hand. Sliding
her thin middle finger into her young teenage cunt, she thrust her hips
forward, and with an exaggerated moan, breathed "Ohh saheb ... main to
kabse geeli hoon ... dekho..." pulling out her hand, and displaying the wet
finger gleaming with her slimy pussy juices.
My cock lurched in Rani's warm mouth at this wanton gesture from
Pushpa, and threatened to spew its load at that very moment. Pulling out
my swollen red blood-gorged cock from Rani's willing mouth, I said
huskily "Rani, ab main chaahta hoon ki tum Pushpa ki choot ko
chaato..." A stunned look of disbelief came to Rani's face as she heard
these words. Before she could react, I said "Kyun, koi taqleef hai kya
tumhe..." "Uh ... nahi saheb ... nahi..." she managed to whisper, a look of
fear clouding her face, fearing that she may have displeased me with her
initial reluctance.
Pushpa too was stunned at this brazen request of mine, but managed a
slow smile. Brightening, she giggled and said "Ohh saheb..." Feeling that
I may have scared the submissive young Rani, I smiled at her and patting
her head, said to her gently "Rani ... tujhe nahi karna to mat kar ... meri
sirf khwaaish thhi ki main ek baar dekhoon ... do ladkiyon ko ek doosre
ke shareer se khilwaad karte huey..." Before she could respond, I said
candidly "Jabse maine tum dono ko nahaate huey dekha thha ... Sarla
bhabhi ke ghar ke peecche ... aur dekha ki kis tarah Pushpa tumhe sataati
thhi ... tumhari chuchiyon se khelkar ... tabse meri tamanna hai ki main
tum dono ko saath main aisa sab karte huey dekhoon..."
Hearing my candid confession, Pushpa said brightly "Haan saheb ... kyun
nahi ... Rani karegi ... main bhi karoongi ... aapki khushi ke liye hum
kucchh bhi karenge ... kyun Rani..." giving Rani a look that threatened
her with dire consequences if she refused. Hearing this, Rani too said in a
meek voice "Haan ... haan saheb ... jo aap chaaho..." managing to give me
a weak smile. I smiled my appreciation, and caressed her head gently.
"Theek hai ... phir tum baahar niklo ... aur yahaan par baith jaao..." I said
to Pushpa, pointing towards the side wall of the tub.
Both girls stood up together, their wet naked bodies gleaming, their long
braid of hair hanging behind their back. Pushpa quickly sat on the side
wall of the tub, and pushing her slender hips forward, spread her long
thin legs forward. Spreading her legs, she caressed the inside of her
thighs seductively, even as Rani knelt on the floor on her knees between
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Pushpa's outstretched thighs.

"Ooohh Rani ... jaldi se chaat na mujhe yahaan ... main bahut garam ho
gay hoon..." hissed Pushpa, seductively rubbing the thin slit of her young
teenage cunt. Her clean shaved cunt looked like a virgin one, and I
couldn't help but admire how sexy this young teenage girl's slender body
was. The docile Rani, her face flushed with embarrassment, looked up at
me one more time, seeking my concurrence to go ahead.
Seeing me nod, she bent forward and parting Pushpa's slender bony
thighs with her hands, placed her mouth at her tight little cunt. With a
soft sigh, she parted the slender lips of Pushpa's pussy, baring the wet
pink insides. Thrusting her tongue out, she began to lick at Pushpa's
bared almost virgin pussy; at first awkwardly, and then with increasing
assurance as she immersed herself into it.
Pushpa arched her back, and let out a slow prolonged moan of
"Uuunnnhhhh..." as she felt Rani's tongue began to lick her cunt.
Cupping her small lemon sized pert tits, and pinching those tiny nipples,
she let out an exaggerated cry of "Ooohhhh saheb ... kitna acchha lag
raha hai..." eying my rock hard cock in the process. Grabbing Rani by her
head, she began to almost roughly push Rani's face into her young
teenage pussy, urging her to suck harder.
Rani was on all fours now, her hands on the floor for support, her young
small well rounded ass sticking out from behind, as she began to move
her neck, and lick Pushpa's tight cunt with increasing ardor. Beside
myself with lust at this incredibly erotic action being played out before
my eyes, I moved closer to Pushpa's face, and fisting my cock, rubbed in

on her face. She slid her head towards my swollen cock with alacrity, and
grabbing hold of my cock, thrust it into her slender mouth. "Ummmm..."
she moaned, as she took my rock hard cock into the depths of her mouth,
and began to suck on it in earnest.
I watched with lust filled eyes, as Rani knelt between Pushpa's
outstretched thighs on the floor, on all fours, her single long braid of
thick black hair, hanging from one side of her face. Her ripe young full
breasts, dangling freely now, shook as she lapped on Pushpa's cunt
earnestly. With a grunt, I grabbed hold of Pushpa's braid of hair and
wrapping it around my palm, roughly thrust her head towards my cock.
Pushpa gagged once, as she felt the swollen tip of my cock assault the
small cavity of her throat, but adjusted quickly by swallowing, and
moving her head back and forth on my wet slimy cock. In response, I
reached down with my other hand, and cupping Pushpa's pert firm tits
with my hand, squeezed them roughly. My cock was nearing its bursting
point now, and my entire body shivered as I watched the dark skinned
young Rani on all fours on the floor, licking Pushpa's teenage pussy, even
as I held Pushpa by the braid of her long hair and fucked her mouth with
my rampant cock.
Rani was now completely immersed in sucking on Pushpa's pussy, and as
Pushpa stretched out her legs taut and grabbed Rani by her hair,
thrusting her hips towards Rani's warm mouth, I pulled my cock out of
Pushpa's painfully stretched mouth. Watching them, I walked up to the
cabinet in my bathroom and pulled out a packet of comfortable Durex
condoms that I kept there for precisely these kinds of chance encounters.
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Extracting a condom from the pack, I deftly pulled it on my swollen

blood-gorged cock.
Pushpa watched me lustily as I tugged the condom into place; even as
Rani continued to pleasure her young wet pussy with her tongue.
Kneeling down on the floor behind Rani's protruding buttocks, with my
knees resting on the thick rug on the floor, I placed my hand gently on
Rani's dark round ass. "Rani..." I whispered to her hoarsely even as she
turned around to look at me anxiously " ... ab main tumhe chodna
chaahta hoon..." She nodded her head silently, an expression of arousal
and apprehension on her face. Parting her knees which were resting on
the floor, she bent forward again submissively, thereby jutting out her
butt towards my swaying cock.
Clutching on Pushpa's slender thighs for support, she turned around to
look at me again, conveying her readiness. Clutching my condom-
sheathed cock in my hand, I placed it at the opening of her trimmed
vagina from behind, and rubbed it along the lips of her dark slit. I teased
the wet lips of her 21-year old pussy with the tip of my cock, causing her
to butt to quiver. With a groan, I slid my hard cock into her waiting pussy
from behind.
She let out a muffled cry of pain mixed with pleasure, and clutching
Pushpa's thighs harder, buried her face in between Pushpa's outstretched
thighs. Since I was wearing a condom, I couldn't feel how wet she was,
but the ease with which my cock slid into her young tight pussy
confirmed the fact that she was fully wet. I let my cock stay embedded in
her cunt for a few moments, and looked at Pushpa. Pushpa was staring at
me with her mouth parted, her face flushed with arousal, and her breath
coming in short gasps, as she watched me getting ready to fuck her friend
from behind.
To Be Continued..
Part - 25
Placing my hands on Rani's slender hips, I began to slowly move my cock

in and out of her incredibly juicy pussy. Like I had said earlier, Rani's
had to be the best pussy I had fucked so far. They seemed to have a life of
their own, and it felt just right on my cock; neither too tight, nor too
loose. As I began to increase the tempo of thrusting my cock into her wet
cunt from behind, Rani let out a soft moan, and clutched at Pushpa's
thighs harder. Seeing this, Pushpa wet her lips involuntarily, and
grabbing Rani's head, pushed it towards her tight young teenage cunt
again.
As I began to thrust into Rani harder, her face was driven more and more
into Pushpa's virgin-like cunt. Gazing at me with lust filled eyes, Pushpa
breathed huskily "Chodo usko saheb ... zor se chodo Rani ko... "all the
while bucking her hips and trying to push more of her cunt into Rani's
face. Hearing this cocky teenage girl urging me to fuck her 21-year old
friend turned me on immensely, and taking a firm hold of Rani's
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quivering hips, I began to ram my cock into her vigorously.

My knees were beginning to singe from the continued scraping against
the thick rug, and it was beginning to get distinctly uncomfortable for
me. With a groan, I pulled my cock out of Rani's warm cunt and stood
up. Pulling Rani up by her waist, I made her to stand on her feet and
bend forward, her legs spread wide apart. She bent forward willingly,
thrusting her firm round dark ass towards me, and supported herself my
holding on to the side wall of the bathing tub.
Pushpa too stood up from where she was sitting on the edge of the tub,
and watched us intently. Positioning my cock at the opening of her juicy
wet slit, I rammed it in once again. This time, Rani let out a louder moan,
and buried her face in her shoulders. Her long braid of dark curly hair
hung down her shoulder, and swung with each thrust of my rampant
cock. Pushpa was still watching us with lust evident in her eyes, and then
to my amazement raised her right left leg and placed it on the little flat
surface at the foot of the tub.
Her mouth agape with arousal, she began to rub her hairless pussy with
her fingers, and eventually slid her middle finger into her tight young
pussy. Watching this slender 19-year old teenage servant girl fingering
herself so shamelessly in front of me, even as I fucked her 21-year old
friend from behind, turned me on immensely; and I began to fuck Rani
harder.
Rani's ripe young body shuddered each time my hips smacked against
her butt, even as Pushpa arched slender petite body, her mouth agape,
sliding her middle finger in and out of her tight cunt wantonly. Rani was
beginning to cry out in soft silent gasps now, and I could feel her tight
juicy cunt contract & expand around my hard condom-clad cock. And
then suddenly, without warning, she let out a prolonged moan, the cry
muffled by her mouth buried in her shoulders, and her body began to
spasm uncontrollably.
"Aaaiiiieeee..." She cried through clenched teeth, and threw her had back
as her orgasm hit her hard. Her tight young cunt clutched violently at my
cock, threatening to cause it to explode, and she collapsed on the edge of
the tub, her face buried in her fore-arms. Her body continued to spasm
and jerk, as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Not able to
withstand the contractions of her juicy young vagina any more, I pulled
my cock out of her cunt quickly. Her knees buckled and she collapsed on
her side limply, her torso against the side wall of the tub. Seeing her
spent condition, I knelt down beside her, and holding her by her
shoulder, pulled her towards me. Her eyes were half closed, and her
mouth agape as she took in deep lungfuls of breath. As her head fell
limply towards my chest, I cradled it in my arms and held her against
me. The perky Pushpa to came towards us, and smiling at me
seductively, whispered "Saheb ... usko paani chhoot gaya..." I smiled to
myself, and felt a feeling of warmth course through me as I looked at the
young 21-year old newly married dark skinned Rani, lying so helplessly
in my arms.
After a few moments, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with
a strange expression of satisfaction and guilt. As she saw me supporting
her by her back, her torso cradled against my chest, she whispered
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"Saheb ... main..." leaving the sentence unfinished, not knowing what to
say. I just smiled at her warmly. Turning her gaze to my still erect cock,
the condom stretched taut along the length of it, she reached out to touch
it gently. "Saheb ... aapko to ... abhi bhi..." she said to me in a low
whisper, an almost guilty look on her face conveying the guilt she was
feeling at having come before I did.
Closing her fingers gently around the thick swollen girth of my cock, she
looked at Pushpa and said softly "Pushpa ... tu..." leaving her sentence
unfinished. I could make out that she was telling Pushpa to take care of
my cock now; and that was exactly what I was saving my cock for. I
wanted to satisfy my male ego by making these two young girls cum
before I did. Pushpa stood up with alacrity, and looked at my face with a
look that was asking "So how would you like to fuck me, sir?"
Without a word, I stood up and went and sat down on the western style
wall-mounted closet. I then beckoned to Pushpa to come towards me. As
the thin naked teenage Pushpa walked towards me swaying her slender
hips seductively, I took hold of my cock and pumped it a few times. "Aaja
... baith ja, Pushpa..." I said to her hoarsely, indicating that I wanted her
to sit on my cock. Her thin bony chest heaving, those small perky lemon-
sized tits shivering ever so slightly, the slender 19-year old Pushpa placed
her hands on my shoulder, and swung her legs across my thighs.
Looking down at her crotch, she straddled my thighs and gently lowered
herself. I held my cock upright, and guided it towards the thin slit of her
hairless pussy. As the thick swollent tip of my hard cock touched her
pussy lips, she clamped her lips and looked at me with arousal. Screwing
her eyes shut, she pushed herself down slowly, causing my cock to go up
her tight cunt. I grimaced as I felt her tight almost virgin cunt clamp on
my throbbing cock, pushing my foreskin inside the condom down.
"Issssss..." she hissed through clenched teeth, as she felt my thick cock
spread the insides of her tight cunt. With a final grunt, she thrust herself
down, screwing her eyes shut again and letting out a soft cry of
"Uuuunnnhhhh..." as she impaled herself fully on my cock.
She held herself in that position for a few moments, taking deep breaths
and adjusting to the feeling of having my relatively thick 7" cock buried
inside her young teenage cunt. Then taking hold of my shoulders again,
and supporting herself on her feet which were resting on the floor on
either side of my legs, she began to raise & lower herself on my cock.
"Aiieee maaaa..." she moaned as she kept her eyes screwed shut, and
began to slide her tight wet cunt up and down on my hard as a rod cock.
Rani, who had been watching all this intently, sitting on the floor, stood
up and came towards us. With a look of concern at Pushpa, seeing her
struggling to adjust to the thickness of my cock, she placed one arm
around Pushpa's shoulder, and with the other began to caress her small
petite teenage breasts. By now, I had taken hold of Pushpa by her slender
bony waist, and was heping her rise and fall on my cock. Her long braid
of hair was hanging in front of her over her left shoulder, and with each
downward thrust, the tip of her braided hair tickled my muscular thighs.
Watching the sexy dark skinned Rani trying to comfort the thin slender
Pushpa by caressing her perky lemon sized tits, I was seized with lust.
Looking at Rani, I beckoned to her with a nod of my head. As she came
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closer towards my face, I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her roughly
towards me, her quivering ripe fully developed breasts only inches from
my face. Opening my mouth, I clamped it around one of her delectable
juicy mango-shaped breasts, relishing the feel of her thick elongated
nipples in my mouth.
She too let out a soft sigh, and caressing my head, fed me her tits in an
almost motherly manner. As the slender Pushpa rode my cock, her head
thrown back and her mouth agape, her small perky breasts jiggling with
each downward thrust, I sucked earnestly on the luscious Rani's ripe
breasts. This is heaven, I thought to myself. My balls were beginning to
ache as Pushpa increased the tempo of lifting & lowering herself on my
steely cock, and I was aching to cum.
Pushpa grabbed my head suddenly, and pulling my face away from where
they were cradled against Rani's breasts, pushed it towards her perky
little tits. I figured that she wanted me to pleasure her breasts too, even
as she continued to ride my cock. With a groan, I clamped my mouth
around Pushpa's firm perky young breast, and began to suck on her thin
still developing little nipples. She let out a husky cry, and grabbed at my
hair, pushing my face deeper into the mounds on her chest. As I let my
teeth scrape against her tiny nipples, I felt her entire body shiver and
shudder, as the throes of her orgasm hit her.
With a screeching cry of "Saheeeeeebbb..." she began to thrust herself
down on my cock harder, moaning uncontrollably with each thrust. Soon
I began to feel her tight cunt contract & spasm around my ravaging
member, as a full fledged orgasm hit her. "Aiiiieeee..." she almost

screamed, as she came again and again, that single long braid of her hair
swinging widly as she threw her head from side to side.
That was all I needed, and with a loud deep grunt, my cock erupted. My
thick boiling sperm shot out of my cock, and quickly filled the tip of the
condom. I grabbed Pushpa by her slender waist, and thrust my hips
upwards, holding her firmly in position, even as she squired and and
struggled in my arms, her orgasm taking control of her body. I felt burst
after burst of my hot jism shoot out of my cock and splash against the
walls of the small sac at the tip of the cock.
Spent, Pushpa fell against me limply; her head resting on my shoulder
and her tiny heaving breasts mashed against my chest. I caressed her
bondy back gently, and held her like that for a few moments till she
regained her breath. Rani was also continuously caressing my back, and
cradling my head in turn, against her firm ripe breasts. Placing my hand
on one of her round firm dark butt cheeks, I squeezed them and smiled at
her. She responded my giving me a warm loving smile of her own.
Pushpa then slowly extracted herself from my lap, and standing limply in
front of me said through heavy breaths "Saheb ... bahut ... bahut acchha
laga..." I laughed, and patted her on her small derriere, squeezing them
playfully. With that, I headed to the tub again, and showered myself to
wash off the sweat that I had managed to work up. Finishing, I said to
them "Ab tum dono bhi acchhe se naha lo..." instructing them to use the
toiletries they needed.
"Aur nahaane ke baad, tum dono yeh body lotion zaroor laga lena..." I
instructed them, handing the two girls a jar of moisturizing lotion that I
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had given to Rani earlier. With that, I walked out of the bathroom,
toweling myself dry. Once the girls finished their bath, and came out, I
gave both of them 500/- rupees each, saying "Yeh aaj ke liye..." Both of
them took the money gratefully from my hand and tucked it into their
blouse. After saying goodbyes to me, they left.
Two back-to-back fucks in the morning itself had left me exhausted. I
contemplated going for a jog but I was just too tired for it. Not having
anything else to do, I switched on the TV and slumped on the couch to
watch the live telecast of a boring test match between Sri Lanka and West
Indies. Within a few minutes I was sound asleep on the couch. The shrill
sound of the phone ringing startled me awake. It took me a few minutes
to realize what the source of the sound was.
I had been dreaming of some building on fire, and me running helter
skelter, the clanging of the fire engines ringing in my ears. Groggily I
picked up the phone. "Arre Jignesh beta ... kahaan ho tum ... main kab se
tumhaare ghar par phone kar rahi hoon..." said a sweet sing song voice
on the other end of the line. "Uhh ... kaun..." I managed to mutter, not
able to place the voice at all. "Oh beta ... so rahe thhe kyaa ... main
Radhika aunty bol rahi hoon..." spoke the voice from the other end. "Oh
aunty ... haan ... sorry ... main..." I mumbled incoherently.
"Acchha ... sorry beta ... maine socha ki shaayad tum bhool gaye ki aaj
tum yahaan aane waale thhe ... isliye main phone kar rahi thhi ... in fact,
agar tum phone nahi uthaate to main kisi ko bhejne waali thhi tumhar
ghar par ... yeh dekhne ke liye ki tum ghar par ho ya nahi..." she
explained. "Umm aunty ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai ... bas thhodi der ke
liye aankh lag gayi thhi ... main aaj bahut thhak gaya hoon..." I said.
Glancing at the clock, I realized it was 3:30 pm in the afternoon. I had
slept for nearly 3 hours, and was still feeling sleepy.
Concerned, Radhika aunty asked "Kya huaa beta ... tumhaari tabiyat to
thheek hai na..." "Haan aunty ... aisi koi baat nahi hai ... kal raat ko soya
nahi thha ... bas isliye bahut neend aa rahi hai..." I replied, my eyes still
threatening to close at any moment. Pausing for a moment, I said
"Aunty, agar aapko aitraaz na ho to ... to main kal aaoon aapke yahaan ...
aaj main bahut thhaka hua hoon..." Hearing this, she paused for a
minute, before saying in a disappointed tone "Theek hai beta ... phir to
main zor nahin karoongi ... tum so jaao ... main kal tumhaara intazaar
karoongi..." Mumbling a thank you to her, I hung up the phone.
Collapsing back on the couch, I was asleep again in no time. Once again I
was rudely awakened by a shrill ringing sound. Cursing, I picked up the
phone again, only to realize that it was not the phone, but the bell of our
house that was ringing. I was wearing only my boxers and a crew neck
vest, and muttering under my breath, I went to the door and looked
through the peep hole. It was the 36-year old Punjabi housewife, Radhika
aunty. I scratched my head and cursed under my breath wondering why
she was here, when I had spoken to her only a few minutes back.
Any other day, I would have been thrilled to see her at my door, but
today exhausted and sleepy as I was, I was in no mood to meet her.
Forcing a smile on my face, I opened the door. "Sorry beta ... maine
tumhe disturb to nahin kiya na..." she began, with a concerned look on
her plump made-up face. "Nahin aunty ... aaiye na andar..." I said to her
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with forced politeness, opening the door and stepping aside to let her in.
I didn't want any of the neighbours to spot her at my door.
As I closed the door, she turned aside and said to me in an apologetic
voice "Beta ... mujhe badi chinta ho gayi thhi tumhaare baare main ...
isliye main daudi chali aayi ... phone par tumhaari aawaaz sunkar mujhe
laga ki shaayad tumhaar tabiyat theek nahi hai..." "Arre aunty ... aisi koi
baat nahi hai ... maine aapse kaha na ... main bas so raha thha ... aur
bahut thak gaya hoon..." I said to her, a hint of irritation in my voice.
"Par beta..." she protested, and then as if changing her mind, just said
"Oh..." She seemed a little offended at my tone, and to placate her, I
smiled at her warmly, and taking her hand in mine, led her to the couch.
"Oh aunty ... aap zara baithiye to sahi ... main aapke liye sharbat lekar
aata hoon..." I said to her sweetly. Some of the hurt on her face vanished
upon hearing these words, and she smiled at me, albeit hesitatingly.
As I gazed at her, I couldn't help but think how truly desirable this
woman was. I always had a thing for married full-bodied Punjabi women,
and Radhika aunty was no exception. Though she was not as fair as some
Punjabi women, she was gifted with that typical north Indian heavy
body. With adequate 36-C breasts, as I estimated, a plump round face
with red lipstick adorning her thick luscious lips, she looked good enough
to eat. Today too, she was dressed in a red & black chiffon saree, with a
matching red sleeveless blouse.
Her plump arms looked really sexy in the sleeveless blouse, accentuated
by that array of red & white glass bangles she wore on both hands; the
type usually worn by newly married Punjabi girls. Her long black hair
was tied in a single long braid that reached up to her full wide hips.
Mascara lined her eyes, and her face was made up using the ubiquitous
Compact; her prominent cheekbones highlighted with rouge. At first
sight, one would think that she was ready to go for a party; but having
seen her for many years now, I knew that this was how she always
dressed.
As I returned to the living room carrying a chilled glass of Rooh Afza, she
smiled at me brightly and said in her sing song voice "Oh beta ... iski kya
zaroorat thhi..." Mopping her brow, where a few drops of sweat had
formed, she took the glass from the tray. As she sipped on the cool drink,
I sat down by her side on the couch. Finishing the drink, she placed the
glass on the teapoy, and turning to me said "Beta ... main tumhe sach
bataaoon ... mujhe phone par tumhaari baaton se aisa laga ki shaayad
tum aunty se kissi baat par naraaz ho ... shaayad tumhe kal aunty ke
parlour par mazaa nahi aaya ... isliye main tumse milne ke liye chali
aayi..." in a tone that was guilty as well as apologetic. Clutching my
forehead, I exclaimed "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." and placed my palm on
her thigh.
Before I could say anything else, she placed her hand on mine and
continued "Beta ... sach bol rahi hoon ... pata nahi mujhe aisa kyun lag
raha hai ki ... shaayad Seema ne kal tumhaara mood kharaab kar diya ...
is liye shaayad tum aunty ke paas aana nahi chaahte ho..." I shook my
head in exasperation, and said "Aunty ... main aapko kaise samjhaaoon ...
aisi koi baat nahi hai ... mujhe bahut mazaa aaya kal ... aur phir main to
intazaar kar raha hoon ki kab aapke wahaan dubaara aaoon ... bas aaj
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bahut thhak gaya hoon..." She nodded her head in understanding. "Kal
raat bhar main TV dekh raha thha ... aur phir subah jab maine apna
exercise bhi kar liya ... to phir main bahut thhak gaya..." I said by way of
explanation, wondering if she had any idea what was the kind of
'exercise' I was referring to.
She nodded her head in understanding, and giving me one of her
incredibly seductive smiles, said "Beta ... kal tum zaroor aana ... aunty
tumhe kal apne haathho se massage karengi..." I smiled at her in return,
a pretentious shy look on my face. Raising both her arms, she said to me
"Chalo phir issi baat par aunty se ek baar gale to lago beta..." the same
seductive smile on her lips. I blushed, and reached out to embrace her.
Since I was sitting next to her on the couch, it was a bit awkward to hug
her. But all the same, as I wrapped my arms around her, I felt her firm
mature breasts under the elaborate saree press against my chest.
She held on to me for a minute, and then running her hands along my
muscular biceps, said in my ear "Itni exercise karke body to banaa rahe
ho beta ... par thhoda sa dum aunty ke liye bhi bacha ke rakhna..." I
laughed heartily upon hearing that, and squeezing her bare fleshy arm in
return, said to her "Isi liye to aaj aane se mana kar raha thha ... mere
battery jab full charge par ho ... tab aana chaahta hoon main..." She too
laughed upon hearing this, and hugged me tighter, even as I rested my
chin on her shoulder, and inhaled the musky aroma of some expensive
perfume that she was wearing.
Disengaging herself from my arms, she stood up, and adjusting her saree
said to me "Beta ... ab main chalti hoon ... parlour main un ladkiyon ke
bharose zyaada der nahi chhod sakti..." As I also stood up, she came
closer to me, and placing her palm on my well muscled chest, said to me
huskily "Beta ... kal zaroor aana ... aunty intazaar karengi tumhaara..."
letting her fingers trace a line down my chest. On an impulse, I placed
both my hands on her heavy firm butt, and pulling her towards me so
that my crotch was pressed to her belly
"Zaroor aunty ... mujhe bhi kal ka hi intazaar hai..." My limp cock,
though not erect, had filled up somewhat, and as she felt the lump in my
boxers against her, she looked into my eyes, and whispered "Waise to
mujhe tum aaj bhi taiyyar hi lag rahe ho..." intentionally grinding her
pelvis to mine. Then, pulling herself slightly away, she placed her palm
on the small bulge in my boxers, and caressed my stiffening cock through
the thin fabric of my boxers.
"Beta..." she whispered huskily, her fingers lingering over my stiffening
cock " ... agar tum chaaho to main ... aaj ... abhi ... issi waqt ... yahaan par
... tumhaari thhakaan door kar sakti hoon?" Tempted as I was, my cock
was still so sore from the vigorous romps in the morning, that it would
have been pure torture for me. In fact, even this little stiffening that my
cock was experiencing now was causing me some discomfort.
Pressing myself to her in an exaggerated manner, and gently pulling her
hands away, I said to her with false arousal "Oh aunty ... aaj nahi please
... intazaar ka phal hamesha meetha hota hai na..." looking on purpose at
the deep cleavage formed by her firm mature breasts held tight inside
that red sleeveless blouse. This seemed to appease her, and with a smile
she patted me on the cheek and said "Jaisi tumhaari marzi beta... " With
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that, she turned around and walked out the door, waving bye to me, her
heels making a click clack noise on the marble-tiled floor.
Letting out a big sigh of relief, I closed the door. My stomach was
rumbling with hunger now, and I realized that I'd told Kalpana aunty not
to bring lunch today. Dialing the number of the local pizza joint, I
ordered a pizza for lunch. As I settled down to wait for the pizza, I
switched on the TV and started surfing through the channels. They were
showing a re-run of the old Aamir Khan movie 'Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar'
on the local cable channel, also featuring the pretty Ayesha Jhulka and
the sultry Pooja Bedi.
A song sequence was playing featuring these two Bollywood actors
dancing around in school classroom set. As I watched enact their school
girl roles wearing the ubiquitous perfect school uniform, my thoughts
drifted off to my experiences while I was in school. After a long hiatus, I
was getting all the sex I wanted, but for some reason it did not hold the
same excitement that my days as a naïve school boy did. At 20, I was
already feeling old!
As I lay in my couch at home, I couldn't help but think that that
encounter with my sexy Hindi school teacher Sarita ma'am had to set in
motion a chain of events that expanded my sexual horizon way beyond
my wildest imagination; a chain of women and girls, some predictable,
some totally out of the blue. My reverie was broken with the shrill sound
of the bell ringing. Opening the door, I found the pizza delivery boy with
my lunch. As I was paying the delivery boy, I wondered why pizza
delivery boys were always boys, and never girls.

Well if they were girls, I'd have ended up fucking them too, I thought to
myself with a grin. Finishing my pizza and washing it down with a Coke,
I stretched out on the couch once again. My thoughts wandered to that
sexy sales girl, Sapna, who'd given me her number and offered to come
out with me whenever I felt like it. I had half a mind to call her, but
decided against it, since I was feeling too lazy to go out in the sweltering
heat. Just as I was beginning to doze off again, the phone rang.
It was Mayuri ben. "Kya kar rahe thhe, beta..." she asked. "Kuchh nahi,
aunty ... bas aise hi leta hua thha..." I replied, my voice still heavy with
sleep. "Acchha..." she replied, pausing as if thinking of what to say. I too
couldn't fathom why she had called me. "To tum abhi ghar par hi ho, beta
... ki kahin baahar ja rahe ho..." she asked. "Ghar par hi hoon, aunty ...
kyun?" I asked. "Nahin ... woh Alka yahaan par aayi hai ... to maine
socha..." she began, pausing once again. Hearing no response from me,
she continued " ... to maine socha ki main usko tumhaare paas bhej deti
hoon..."
Not expecting this at all, I fumbled and said "Uh ... lekin aunty..."
Sensing my discomfort, Mayuri ben said "Arre beta ... phir wahi baat ...
humne iske baare mein baat ki thhi na ... phir kyun tum itna soch rahe
ho..." Somehow, I was just not comfortable with this set up. In my lust
crazed state of mind, I had expressed this fetish of indulging in some
kinky play with a lactating woman; but I had never expected it to become
real. Moreover, I had no intention of exploiting a poor housewife just to
indulge in my wild fantasies.
My mind in turmoil, I mumbled "Par aunty ... mujhe yeh ab bhi theek
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nahi lag raha hai..." "Oh beta ... tum kyun aisa soch rahe ho ... tum koi
zabardasti to nahi kar rahe ho na uske saath..." she said, trying her best
to convince me. "Theek hai ... tum ek kaam karo ... tum usse ek baar
akele mil to lo ... phir tumhe jo theek lagta hai wahi karna..." she said in
her most convincing tone. I could figure out why the slutty Mayuri ben
had set me up at Radhika aunty's massage parlor, and why she was
pimping her own daughter too. But I couldn't figure out her interest in
getting a totally submissive and docile 27-year old housewife into the
picture.
After all that she had already done for me, there was no need to do
anything more to make me feel obligated. I shook my head and said to
myself that there was no point in trying to read too much into this. After
all, the offer she was making seemed fairly reasonable; there was no
harm in my just meeting this woman. "Theek hai, aunty..." I said into the
phone. "Very good, beta..." she said like a proud school teacher " ... main
usko abhi bhejti hoon..." With that she hung up the phone.
I was still in only my boxers and a t-shirt, and with the intent of making
myself a bit more presentable, I headed to the bathroom. After splashing
some water on my face, I changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a
polo-neck t-shirt, and settled down to wait for Alka bhabhi. After a few
minutes the door bell rang. I jumped up to open the door. The pretty 27-
year old Alka bhabhi stood at the door, clutching a small black purse in
her hand. As I said earlier, she was quite fair, and had a small build. She
must have been 5'4" at the most, and had a pretty round face with big
black eyes. Her hair was tied into a tight bun like most Gujarati women,
and she wore a peach-colored cotton saree with a matching blouse; the
pallu of the sari on her right shoulder since she'd tied the saree in the
Gujarati style.
Apart from a small red bindi that adorned her forehead and a small gold
stud on her earlobes, she was pretty much devoid of any ornaments or
make-up. There was of course the ubiquitous mangalsutra around her
neck, and the mandatory half a dozen glass bangles on each of her wrists.
Her flawless skin had a certain glow to it that only came with pregnancy.
Even under the floral-print cotton saree, I could make out the prominent
swell of her swollen breasts inside her blouse. A portion of her fleshy but
not flabby, white-skinned belly could also be seen between the pallu and
the waistline of her saree. Like most newly wed housewives, who'd just
delivered a child, her slender waist flared into full wide hips.
"Namaste, Jignesh bhai..." she greeted me politely, folding her hands in
greeting. "Namaste, bhabi..." I replied, smiling warmly. "Aaiye na,
andar..." I said, standing behind and welcoming her inside. As she
walked into the house, I closed the door behind her. "Aap baithiye na,
bhabhi ... main aapke liye kuch thanda lekar aata hoon..." I said to her,
pointing towards the couch. As she sat down tentatively on the edge of
the couch, she said "Uh ... aap taqleef mat utthaiya Jignesh bhai..."
"Taqleef kaisi, bhabhi ... aap pehli baar mere ghar par aayi hai..." I said,
flashing my most charming smile. Unable to think of anything else to say,
I went into the kitchen and busied myself with squeezing some fresh
lime, and making some soda-based lemonade for her.
Pouring the lime extract and soda over a glass filled with ice, I came back
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into the living room. "Leejiye, bhabhi..." I said, extending the tray with
the glass of lime-soda in it. She took the glass from the tray, avoiding eye
contact. As she sipped on the freshly squeezed lime juice, I settled down
on the single seat recliner opposite her. A few drops of sweat were lined
along her forehead, and I also noticed how her blouse was soaked with
sweat at her armpits. She gulped down the cold drink thirstily, and
wiping her mouth with a small handkerchief that she was clutching in
her hands, got up from the couch. Before I could say anything, she picked
up the tray along with the glass, and headed towards the kitchen.
"Rehne deejiye na, bhabhi ... main rakh doonga..." I protested. She just
smiled in response, and went ahead all the same. As I sat in my recliner, I
heard her rinse the glass with water at the sink, and place in on the
platform to dry. She came back into the living room, wiping her hands on
the pallu of her saree. She then proceeded to sit down on the couch
again, once again almost at the edge in a tentative manner. There was a
moment of awkward silence between us, both of us not knowing what to
say. Finally, she cleared her throat, and said pleasantly "Aap ka ghar to
bahut acchha sajaaya hai, Jignesh bhai..." her eyes glancing at the
numerous paintings and other decorative items that were on display in
the living room. "Um ... hhh..." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders.
Once again, there was an awkward silence between us. "To aap kitne din
aur akele rahenge, Jignesh bhai..." she asked hesitantly, breaking the
silence. "Umm ... ek ya do mahine aur, bhabhi ... phir shaayad mummy
waapas aa jaayegi..." I replied. "Oh..." she said. After a pause "To aap
khaane ke liye kya karte ho, Jignesh bhai..." she asked, once again trying
to make conversation. "Umm ... din me do baar to Kalpana aunty ke
wahaan se tiffin aata hai ... aur phir kabhi kabhi main baahar bhi kha leta
hoon..." I replied.
"Aur aapka college kab khul raha hai..." she asked. "Abhi ek mahina aur
chutti hai ... abhi maine tay nahi kiya hai ki main kaunse college mein
daakhla loonga..." I replied, glad that she was continuing with the small
talk. All this while, she was avoiding looking at me, and only making eye
contact with me whenever she spoke, or I replied. To prevent this from
becoming a monologue, I said to her "Aapko yahaan par aaye huey
zyaada waqt nahi hua hai na, bhabhi..." "Teen saal ho gaye, Jignesh
bhai..." she replied immediately. "Oh..." I mumbled " ... mujhe laga ki..."
leaving my sentence unfinished. "Haan, aapne to mujhe kabhi dekha
nahi hoga..." she replied, smiling at me for the first time. "Par maine
aapko kayin baar dekha hai ... aap har roz subah jogging ke liye jaate
thhe na..." she continued, the smile still on her face.
"Haan..." I replied, smiling back at her, surprised that she had noticed
me going for my jogs. In the early days when the fitness bug had bitten
me, I used to go for a run every morning. "Main subah 6 baje jab terrace
par suryapooja ke liye jaat thhi, to main aapko dekhti thhi..." she said, a
hint of shyness in her voice. A lock of her dark hair had escaped from the
knotted bun, and was dangling tantalizing across her pink right cheek.
My eyes were riveted to her lush pink lips and the white skin of her
slender neck. Realizing that I was staring at her, I pulled my eyes away. I
thought I saw her blush, and her pink cheeks seemed to become a shade
darker.
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"Umm, bhabhi..." I began, desperate to keep some conversation going

between us " ... aapke woh ... pati ... kya karte hain..." "Unka electrical ka
business hai..." she replied, pronouncing the word business as 'bijhnez'.
"Acchha..." I intoned " ... aur aapke ... do bacche hai na..." "Haan..." she
replied immediately, her face brightening immediately. Most mothers
loved talking about their kids and she was no exception. "Meri badi waali
dikri abhi teen saal ki hogi ... aur chhoti waali baby abhi saat mahine ki
hai..." she continued, her face smiling with pride. "Oh..." was all I was
able to muster by way of a response.
Once again, there was this awkward silence between us. Clearing my
throat, I said "Haan, maine us din Mayuri aunty ke ghar par aapki chhoti
baby ko dekha thha ... bahut pyaari hai woh ... bilkul aapki tarah..." She
glanced up quickly towards me when she heard this words, and for a
moment, I was scared if I had said the right thing; since the only time I'd
seen her baby was when I had accidentally stumbled upon her feeding
the infant at Mayuri ben's place. But to my relief, her cheeks flushed with
joy, and a warm smile creased her pretty face. She started to say
something, and then stopped, as if changing he rmind. After a pause, she
said in a sad tone "Par mere mister to bahut gusse ho gaye thhe ... jab
meri doosri bhi ladki hui ... unko ladka chaahiye thha..."
I groaned inwardly, and shook my head in frustration. This obsession
with the male child was so bloody typical of these illiterate folks, it never
ceased to rankle me. "Par isme aapki kya galti hai, bhabhi..." I said with
some consternation. There was a forlorn look on her face, as she stared at
the foot of the teapoy, and said in a resigned tone "Main kya kar sakti
hoon, Jignesh bhai ... aap hi bataaiye ... kya ladka ya ladki hona mere
haath mein hai..." "Wahi to main keh rahaa hoon..." I retorted, the
irritation evident in my voice.
She looked up at my face and with a wry smile said "Par sab aapke jaise
padhe likhe nahi hote hai na, Jignesh bhai ... main kamse kam metric to
paas ki hoon ... lekin mere mister ne to school bhi chhod diya thha..."
There was a distant look in her eyes as she began "Main 24 saal ki thhi
jab meri shaadi hui thhi ... woh to mere se pehle hi naakhush thhe ...
unko to 18 saal ki ladki chaahiye thhi ... par mere maan baapu ne bahut
dahej diya ... isliye unhone mujhse shaadi ki..." She was staring fixedly at
the floor now, as she narrated her tale of woe. "Aur phir jab pehli baar
ladki hui to ... to woh bolne lage ki yeh teri galti hai ... aur phir unka
dhandha bhi theek se nahi chal raha hai ... aur woh ... woh uske liye bhi
mujhe hi doshi thehraate hai ... bolte hain ki main hi manhoos hoon..."
she continued, her voice beginning to break now.
Her eyes were wet with tears now, and I saw a drop roll down her pink
flushed cheeks. Dabbing at the corner of her eyes with her handkerchief,
she continued "Mere baapu ne to sab kucch bech diya thha ... meri shaadi
ke liye dahej dene ke liye ... aur ab jab inka business theek nahi chal raha
hai to ... woh mujhse bolte hain ki main apne baapu se aur paise
maang..." I just sat there opposite her, feeling sorry for her, and furious
at her husband at the same time. Looking up at me, her eyes red with
tears, she said "Main apne baapu se aur paise kaise maang sakti hoon,
Jignesh bhai ... unko to abhi meri do aur behno ki shaadi karwaani hai..."
her voice breaking again.
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Wiping her tears with the handkerchief again, she continued "Aur ... aur
jab doosri baar bhi ladki hui to ... to phir to unhone mujhe ghar se nikaal
dene ki dhamki di ... woh bolte hain ki tere baap ke ghar to ladke nahi
hain ... isliye tu bhi kabhi ladka paida nahi kar sakti hain..." almost
sobbing now. "Main bahut gidgidaayi unke saamne ... maine unse bheekh
maangi ... ki mujhe ghar se baahar na nikaale ... ki main unki har sevaa
karoongi ... ki main unki daasi banke rahoongi ... tab jaake kahin wo
maane..." she wailed, the tears flowing freely now.
"Aur ghar chalaane ke liye bhi paise nahin hai ... udhaar le lekar ab ye
haalat ho gayi hai ki ap unko koi udhaar nahi deta..." she continued,
sniffing. Wiping her nostrils with her handkerchief, she said "Ab chaar
mahine se ghar ka kiraaya bhi nahi diya unhone ... pata nahin kahaan
paisa jaata hain unka ... aur agar main unko unke kaam ke baare mein
kucchh poocchti hoon to ... to woh mere par haath utthate hain ... mujhe
maarne bhi lage hain ab woh..." She was shaking her head to and fro
now, and watching her bare her soul like this, I felt a lump begin to form
in my throat.
I wanted to reach out to her and hug her, but some straw of decency
inside me was making me hold myself back. "Jab makaan maalik ne ghar
se baahar nikaal dene ki dhamki di ... to unhone mujhse kahaa ki main
unse baat karoon ... mujhe bole ki tu jaa unke paas ... ro, bheek maang ...
ki kucchh mahine ki moharat aur do ... yeh bolkar ki main aurat hoon na
... isliye woh mujh par daya kar denge..." she continued. I grimaced
inwardly, as I felt a pang of guilt course through me. Wasn't this the
same kind of exploitation I would be indulging in with her, if I were to go

down the path Mayuri ben was laying out for me?
I hated to be in this spot at that moment, and was cursing Mayuri ben for
ever having put me forward as some sort of a sexual predator in front of
this absolutely innocent and helpless housewife. Interrupting my
thoughts, she said "Jignesh bhai ... maine woh bhi kiya ... main gayi unke
paas pichle mahine ... mere mister ne bola isliye main apni 7 mahine ke
bacchi ko bhi lekar gayi ... aur makaan malik se daya ke bheek maangi ...
par unhone to ... unhone to..." she broke down and began to sob
uncontrollably, burying her face in her hands. Not able to hold myself
back any longer, I jumped up from my seat and went to her.
Sitting down next to her, I gently placed my arms around her back, and
caressed her shoulder. "Bhabhi ... roiye mat, please ... please bhabhi ...
aap roiye mat..." I said softly, guilt and empathy engulfing me at the
same time. Lifting her teary flushed face from her hands, she looked at
me, not able to control the sobs that racked her body. Even with her face
red from the tears, and her pink lips quivering, she looked so incredibly
desirable to me. "Get a hold on your self, you bastard..." I said to myself,
clenching my teeth.
"Woh to mere baapu ke umar ke hain, Jignesh bhai..." she said, shaking
her head as if still refusing to accept what had happened " ... par woh
to..." her voice break again. I was beginning to get an idea about what
would have happened. "Woh mujhe bole ki ... Alka, agar tujhe us ghar
mein rehna hai to ... kiraaya to chukaana hi padega..." she continued, still
crying. "Main unse boli ... saheb, hum log aapki pai pai chuka denge ...
aap bas hume kucchh mahino ke mohorat de deejiye ... main aapse bheek
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maangti hoon ... hum saari zindagi aapko dua denge..." her voice
quivering. "Par woh nahin maane ... aur bole ki tere paas agar dene ko
paise nahin hai to ... to tu apna badan mujhe de..." she said. I wasn't too
surprised to know about this, but still hearing it from her in her own
words, sent a shiver of cold fury down my spine. I just clenched my jaw
and nodded at her, my hands still resting chastely on her shoulder. "Oh
Jignesh saheb ... woh to mujhe apni rakhail banana chaahte hain ... main
bahut royi aur unke pair bhi pakde maine ... ki dayaa karo mujh par ...
aur mere chhote do bacchon par ... par woh nahi maane..." she said, her
voice husky with crying.
"Aakhir mein woh bole ... ki agar tu chudwaa nahi sakti ... to ... to ...
kamse kam nangi ho jaa ... aur ... aur ... lund choos le mera..." she
finished, a tone of helplessness and bitterness in her voice. With that she
buried her face once more in her hands, and began to sob. My cock had
given an involuntary lurch when I heard this 27-year old ripe young
housewife narrated so blatantly what her landlord had told her, and in
spite of the fact that my heart had gone out to her, my cock had become
rock hard now.
I had hardly even touched her, as she was sitting chastely with her hands
in her lap. Even though I was sitting next to her, my thighs were not
touching hers. The only contact I had with her was my hand resting on
her shoulders gently. Even then, I was aroused, and my cock was erect.
Letting out a sigh of dismay at the state of my own rampant libido, I said
to her gently "Bhabhi ... ab bas ... aur kucch mat bolo ... ab sab theek ho
jaayega..." Even though I'd said that, I had no clue how I was going to
make all her problems in Iife go away.
She sat there with her face buried in her hands, and continued to sob
uncontrollably, her body heaving. The small patch of bare skin that my
palms touched at her back above the cut of her blouse, felt hot to touch,
and I could almost feel the heat emanating from her emotionally charged
body. Pulling my hands away from her back, I tugged at her arms gently,
saying "Bhabhi ... aap uthiye ... aur apna moonh dho leejiye..." After a few
seconds; she lifted her face from her hands, and looked at me. Her lips
were still quivering with the emotion, and her pretty fair round face was
streaked with tears. "Aaiye bhabhi..." I said to her gently, taking her hand
in mine and getting up from the couch.
She followed me meekly as I led her to the bathroom attached to my
bedroom. Leading her inside, I stepped out to wait. She came out a few
moments later, having splashed water liberally on her face and blown her
nose. Even in that state, with her pretty face flushed red from all the
crying, and a few wet strands of hair dangling from her forehead, she
looked incredibly erotic to me. With a smile on my face, I handed her a
fresh white towel. She took the towel gratefully from my hands, and
wiped her face dry.
To Be Continued..
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Leaving her to get herself together, I went into the kitchen to fetch a glass
of water for her. When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting
perched on the edge of my bed. Hearing my footsteps, she looked up with
an embarrassed expression on her face. But seeing the glass of water in
my hands, she managed a weak smile, and stood up. Taking the glass
from my hands, she said softly "Thank you, Jignesh bhai..." letting her
fingers linger for a few more moments than necessary on mine. After she
finished the glass of water, I took hold of her hand again and led her into
the living room.
I relished the feel of her soft fingers in my hands as I helped her sit down
on the couch again. "Jignesh bhai..." she began, even as she sat down " ...
mujhe maaf kar dena ... pata nahin kyun ... maine ye sab aapse kahaa ...
aap mujhe galat mat samajha na ... main..." "Bas bhabhi ... aap kucch mat
boliye..." I said, interrupting her. Kneeling down on the floor in front of
where she sat on the couch, I took the liberty of placing both my hands
on her thighs. Looking into her face, I said "Aap se kya kahoon main nahi
jaanta ... par kya hona chaahiya ... ye main jaanta hoon..." I said to her
with some intensity. Unable to comprehend the meaning of my words,
she just looked at me.
Taking both her hands in mine, I kissed them, and before she could
react, got up quickly. I went into my bedroom, and opening the locker in
my cupboard, extracted 10 notes of 500 rupees from the wad of cash that
I kept in my locker for emergency use. Returning to the living room

where she was still sitting on the couch, I knelt down before her again. As
she looked at me questioningly, I pressed the money into her palms and
closed them forefully. Before she could say a word, I said "Bhabhi ... ye
kucch paise hain ... aap isse kam se kam ek mahine ka kiraaya to de
sakengi..." hoping that the 5,000 rupees I was giving her now, coupled
with the 1,500 rupees I'd given her earlier at Mayuri ben's place would be
sufficient to cover atleast a month's rent.
There was a stunned expression on her face, as she looked at the wad of
folded notes, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. But her
words failed her, and all she succeeded in doing was blinking her eyes
rapidly, causing a fresh dollop of tear to roll down her pink cheek.
Reaching out to wipe the tear from her cheek, I said to her gently "Kucch
der pehle aapne kaha thha na ... ki main aap ko galat na samjhoon ... ab
main aapse vinanti kar raha hoon ... ki aap mujhe galat na samjhe ... ye ...
ise aap ... ek dost ki taraf se madad samajh kar rakh leejiye..." Clearing
my throat, I continued "Aur ... ab se ... jab tak ki aapke pati ke business ki
haalat theek nahi hoti ... tab tak ... aapko har mahine ghar ke kiraaye ki
chinta karne ke koi zaroorat nahin hai..."
I was not sure if I was doing the right thing in making such a big
commitment, especially when all I was dolling out so liberally was my
dad's new found wealth. I'd done nothing worthwhile with my life so far,
and was just living off my father's money. But at that moment, it just
seemed like the right thing to do, and I decided to go ahead and trust my
instinct. She gulped a few times rapidly, and finally managed to open her
mouth to say something. But I interrupted her again, and said "Bhabhi ...
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please ... aapk kucch mat boliye ... aap ise ehsaan ya dayaa ki bheekh mat
samajhiye ... abhi to saari zindagi aapke aage padi hai ... jab bhi ho sake
aapse ... tab aap ye lauta dena..." once again squeezing her hands
reassuringly.
I'd helped out quite a few women with money so far, but I'd never seen
such an expression of pain and gratitude in any person's eyes. Pain at
having to be reduced to this state where she couldn't refuse the money;
and gratitude at a benefactor like me coming into her life from nowhere.
I was half expecting her to throw her arms around me and say profound
words of gratitude, but she did nothing of that sort. She just sat there,
stunned with what was happening, and stared fixedly at my eyes.
Embarrassed, I let go of her hands and stood up.
She just sat there unmoving, looking down at the floor. The pallu of her
saree had got displaced from her shoulder slightly, and as she sat there
staring at the floor, I could see the deep cleavage formed by her swollen
breasts inside the blouse. My cock had lost some of its hardness, but was
still stiff inside my underwear. I didn't want to spoil the purity of the
moment with anything sexual, so I said to her gently "Bhabhi ... ab aap
ghar jaaiye..." She just sat there unmoving, still looking at the floor as if
in some trance. Thinking of something, I said to her "Bhabhi ... aapki beti
... usko aap kahaan par chhod ke aaye ho..."
Hearing this she seemed to come out of her reverie, and looking up at me
with those big tear filled eyes, said softly "Mayuri ben ke paas..." Once
again, her eyes simply bored into mine, as if searching for some meaning.
Not able to handle her silence any more, I said "Phir to aapko jaana
chaahiye ab, bhabhi ... kahin woh aapke liye rone lagi to..." my face
conveying the concern for her newborn baby. "Theek hai..." she
mumbled, nodding her head dumbly. Her zombie like mannerisms were
beginning to scare me now and I didn't know how to deal with her
anymore. "Theek hai..." she repeated, getting up from the couch.
She stood for a moment in front of me, as if about to say something. But
then she just looked down at her hands which were still holding the
money that I'd just given her, and shook her head. She walked towards
the door and began to fumble with the latch. I helped open the door, and
watched her as she slipped her white naturally shapely feet into a pair of
old worn sandles. On an instinct, I looked into the room to see if she'd
left anything behind, and spotted the small black purse that she'd come
with, lying on the couch. "Ek minute, bhahi..." I said, and went inside to
pick up the purse. Handing her the purse, I said with a smile "Aap ye
bhool gayi thhi..." She just nodded dumbly and took the purse from my
hand, mumbling something that sounded like a thank you.
As she opened the gate of the verandah and stepped outside on to the
road, I waved to her. She too waved at me weakly, and began to walk
towards her house. As she disappeared around the corner, I closed the
door behind her. Perplexed at ther strange behavior, I plopped down on
the couch. Squeezing my still stiff cock inside my slacks, I said to myself
with a wry grin "Ok, atleast for once, you did the right thing ... and did
not let the dog out..."
Just as I was reclining on the couch, recollecting the events that had just
occurred; the bell rang. Shaking my head in exasperation, I dragged
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myself out of the couch once again. The bloody bell just didn't seem to
stop ringing today. To my utter surprise, when I opened the door with
irritation, ready to snap at whoever was there, Alka bhabhi stood there.
She had pulled the pallu of her saree above her head from behind like a
ghunghat of sorts, and tears were streaming down her face. Alarmed, I
asked "Kya hua, Alka bhabhi ... aap yahaan..." She just stood there,
sobbing silently, holding the ghunghat close to her face with one hand.
Worried that someone might spot her standing like this at my door
crying, I took her by her hand and led her inside.
Closing the door behind us, I turned towards her and was about to ask
something, when to my total surprise, she fell on her knees, and flung her
arms around my legs. "Arre ... kya kar rahe ho aap, bhabhi..." I
exclaimed, reaching down immediately to pull her up. But she hung on to
my legs with a fierce determination, and buried her face near my knees.
"Jignesh bhai ... Jignesh bhai..." was all she could muster, between her
heaving sobs. I was totally clueless about what to do now, but somehow
managed to pull her hands away from my legs, and pull her on her feet.
She was almost faint with crying now, and literally fell against me. As my
hands instinctively went around her to hold her, I was rewarded by the
feel of those swollen milk-filled breasts of hers press against my chest.
She was crying non-stop now, and muttering something
incomprehensible even as she rested against me, held on her feet only
because I was holding her up. Not knowing what else to do, I just held
her head pressed against my chest with my left hand, even as I gently
massaged her back with my right. Her ghunghat had fallen off her head
now, and I could see the smooth flawless skin of her back above the cut of
her blouse from behind. My fingers could also feel the contours of the
thick-strapped bra she wore under her blouse. My cock lurched in spite
of myself, and I prayed that she wouldn't note it as my crotch was
mashed against her belly. She was a short woman, and looking down I
could see the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair.
"Shh ... shh..." I shushed her, gently rubbing her back, even as she clung
on to me with her hands wrapped around my back, her lush body
heaving as the sobs wracked her body. Gradually her sobs subsided, and
her body stopped quivering. However, I held her in my arms, continuing
to try to soothe her. I was wracking my brains trying to figure out, what
was making her cry so much; and more importantly, why she had come
back.
Slowly she lifted her face up from where it was buried in my chest, and
gazed at the wet spot on my white t-shirt that had formed due to her
copious tears. Instinctively, she reached out to touch it and attempted to
wipe it with her hand, muttering "Oh ... maine to aap ki shirt bigaad di..."
"Oh bhabhi ... aap bhi na..." I chided her gently, gently lifting up her face
by her chin. She clasped my hand to her cheeks where I had touched her,
and looking into my eyes through her teary red eyes, said in a tearful
voice "Jignesh bhai ... main ... mujhe ... mujhe pataa nahi kya ho gaya
thha ... maine ... maine na jaane aapse kya kya keh diya..."
Pausing, she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing, and then continued
in a faltering voice "Main ... main ... aapke paas paise maangne nahi aayi
thhi ... sach bol rahi hoon main, Jignesh bhai ... main aapse paise nahin
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maangne aayi thhi..." she repeated herself, shaking her head vigorously
as if to reaffirm what she was saying. Her big dark eyes on that pretty fair
round face nearly melted my heart, and with a sigh of genuine feeling, I
cupped her soft face in my palms.
Looking into her eyes, I said earnestly "Bhabhi ... please ... aap mujhe
sharminda mat keejiye ... main jaanto hoon ki aap mujhse paise maangne
nahi aaye thhe ... is liye ... is liye to main e aap se keh raha thha ki aap
mujhe galat na samjhe..." trying my best to assuage her hurt pride. That's
when I realized that she was still holding the money I had given her,
clenched in her fist. Lifting her hands, she opened her palms, and trying
to push the money into my hands, said "Main aapse yeh paise nahi le
sakti Jignesh bhai ... nahi ... nahi ... nahi..." she kept repeating, tears
continuing to roll down her cheeks even though she had stopped
sobbing. I was touched well and truly by now.
I was not sure of what to do, because I had never experienced any woman
refuse money, not when she really needed it. Afraid that I might hurt her
pride, but feeling guilty at the same time that deep inside, I was hoping
that she'd become indebted enough to me, to offer herself to me; I took
the crumpled notes from her hand. Looking down at the money, I said in
a hurt tone "Theek hai bhabhi, agar aapko itna bura laga to main yeh
waapas le leta hoon ... mera iraada aapko dukh pahunchaane ka nahi
thha..." clenching my jaws.
She gazed into my eyes, torn between her hesitation to take the money
and the hurt she knew she was causing me. "Jignesh bhai..." she
breathed, and then dropped her head and shook her head, unable to
continue. I let out a deep sigh, and extracting myself from her embrace,
said to her in lighter tone "Chaliye ... chhodiye in sab baaton ko ... aap
thhodi der yahaan par aaram kariye ... main aapke liye paani lekar aata
hoon..." not knowing what else to do. As I went into the kitchen and was
pouring out a glass of cold water into a glass, I heard her footsteps
behind me.
Turning around, I saw her standing right behind me. Reaching out to
touch me on my arms tentatively, she breathed "Jignesh bhai..." her
words failing her once again. Her pink cheeks were flushed red, and her
rosy lips were quivering. She was one of those women who looked
absolutely beautiful even without an iota of make-up. And the fact that
her skin had that unique glow that only pregnant or recently delivered
women had, made her look all the more alluring.
Forcing a smile on my face, I said "Bhabhi ... pehle to aap mujhe Jignesh
'bhai' bulaana band keejiye ... main aap se umar mein chhota hoon ... aur
mujhe agar aap apna dost samajhti hain ... to mujhe sirf Jignesh hi
bulaaiye..." Hearing these words, she looked into my eyes intently once
again, and said softly "Haan ... aap ... aap mere dost hi nahin ... aap to
mere..." she stopped herself. Then as if as an afterthought, she added
"Haan ... main aapko Jignesh bulaaungi..." she said with some emotion,
her eyes giving me that strange mystical look.
Lowering her gaze to my feet again, she said softly "Main ... main yahaan
par aayi thhi kucch aur ke liye ... aur ... aur main to apni hi roni lekar
baith gayi..." in a tone that was genuinely contrite. "Mujhe to Mayuri
maasi ne kaha thha ... ki aapko ... meri..." she said in a low voice, leaving
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her sentence unfinished. Even though I was a horny unprincipled

bastard, this was too much for me to take, and I turned away from her,
ashamed of myself to the core. Part of me was wishing she'd just go away,
and not make me feel ashamed of myself any more.
With my back to her, I hung my head shamefully, and said "Bhabhi ...
mujhe maaf kar do ... maine aapko galat nazar se dekha ... mera iraada
woh nahi thha ... woh bas ... bas ek baar ... mere mooh se galti se nikal
gaya ... Mayuri aunty ke saamne ... ki ... ki ... mujhe..." clenching my jaw
again, unable to say the truth. Turning around to face her, I folded my
hands in placation, and said "Bhabhi ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mujhe
maaf kar do..." my voice breaking. She just looked at me, a strange
expression on her face, her long eyelashes blinking rapidly. "Main bura
aadmi nahi hoon, bhabhi ... main bura aadmi nahi hoon..." I pleaded,
shaking my head in self denial.
Still holding my hands folded in the apologetic gesture, I continued "Aap
bas ... in paiso ko inkaar mat keejiye ... ye to ... ye to sirf paise hain ... inki
aaj mujhse zyaada aapko zaroorat hai ... is liye inhe aap please rakh
leejiye ... please..." my voice beseeching. Seeing no response from her
expect for that enigmatic gaze, I asked "Bhabhi ... aap meri baat sun rahi
hain..." She just nodded her head affirmatively, not saying a word.
"Bhabhi..." I continued " ... mera iraada ... aapko paise dekar ... mera koi
iraada nahi thha ... aapke samman ko thhes pahunchaane ka..."
Once again, there was only that fixed gaze from her, her eyes watery, and
her eyelids blinking rapidly. Her lips were moving almost imperceptibly,
as if she was talking to herself, but she wasn't saying a word to me.
Reaching out to take her hands in mine, I said to her in a fierce whisper
"Bhabhi ... aap meri baat samajh rahi hain?" In response, she nodded
again, and continued to look into my eyes with that strange
incomprehensible expression. I was at my wits end by now. Never had I
expected things to reach a stage where I was just not in control of what
was happening.
Taking a deep breath to control my emotions, I said in a low but firm
voice "Bhabhi ... agar ... agar aap ye paise nahi lengi ... to ... to mujhe
lagega ki aapne mujhe maaf nahi kiya ... is liye ... please..." my eyes
almost pleading with her to take the money, even as I tried to press the
crumpled notes into her hands. To my surprise, she took the money from
me silently, and then proceeded to raise the notes to touch her forehead,
and then her lips. Opening her old worn black purse, she put the money
inside carefully, smoothing the crumpled notes.
As she looked up, I began "Bhabhi ... aapne mujhe maaf..." Before I could
complete my sentence, she cut me off my reaching up to pull my face
towards hers, and press her lips to mine. "Jignesh..." she whispered
fiercely, her lips parting and her tongue forcing itself into my mouth. I
was taken completely by surprise, and was stunned into immobility.
She literally clamped her lips on my mine, and kissed me with all her
pent up passion, pressing her ripe luscious body and those incredibly
swollen breasts to me. Recovering from my stunned surprise, I groaned
and wrapping my hands around her slender back, pulled her towards me.
I opened my mouth and managed to mumble "Oh Alka bhabhi..." my
words unintelligible, as her tongue intertwined with mine ferociously.
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Relaxing a bit, I kissed her back with all my pent up passion too, pressing
her lush body to mine with all my strength. The passion with which she
clung on to me and kissed me, it was as if her dam of pent up emotions
had finally broken. As she pulled her lips away from mine, and gazed at
me with that same curious expression, I finally realized what it was. It
was the same look I'd seen in the eyes of the teenage Sejal; a look of pure
unadulterated love! I exhaled slowly, as I finally fathomed the meaning
of that look.
Seeing me smile, her pink luscious lips broke into a smile too. That's
when I also realized that those limpid pools of her beautiful big eyes were
not actuall black, but a light shade of brown. Her hands were caressing
my face as if with some agenda of their own, even as she continued to
gaze at me with love. Lust, when augmented with love, was a very
powerful emotion. There was a faint musky odor emanating from her
body which I could not quite place. It was only later that I was to realize
that the odor was on account of her lactating breasts. For some reason, I
found that strangely arousing.
We held each other in that position, with our hands wrapped around
each others back, for what seemed like an eternity. My truculent cock
was painfully hard now, and I was making no attempt to prevent it from
pressing against her lush fleshy belly. My gaze inadvertently dropped to
her chest where the pallu of her saree tied the Gujarati way, with the tip
of the pallu tucked into the waistline of the saree, had come dislodged in
our frantic kissing. As a result, the pallu hung freely in front of her from
her right shoulder, revealing the prodigious swell of her milk-filled left
breast encased inside the peach colored blouse to me.
Her blouse had obviously become tight for her chest, and bit into the
flesh of her arms. The blouse was conservatively cut, and did not have the
deep plunging neckline that was the norm with women those days. In
spite of that, her luscious swollen breasts were pressed upwards and
bulging out from the neckline almost as if she were wearing a Victorian
style corsette, worn by 18th century Engilsh women to accentuate their
cleavage. The resultant cleavage was not only enticing, but also extremely
arousing; accentuated by the flawless white skin of her bosom.
It was then that I noted the small wet patch at the apex of her blouse,
where the faint outline of her nipple protruding through the blouse and
bra was visible. My cock gave a lurch in spite of itself; a movement that
did not go unnoticed by her. She shifted on her feet subsonsciously,
adjusting herself in my arms. The movement caused her fleshy belly to
rub against my hard cock through the slacks, and her eyes automatically
went down towards where my crotch was pressing against her belly.
"Bhabhi ... I'm sorry..." I said automatically, embarrassed that my libido
was so plainly evident to her.
Looking up at me again, she shook head almost imperceptibly and
whispered "Na, Jignesh bhai ... na ... aisa na bolo..." her eyes deeply
understanding. A lump formed in my throat hearing these words of
empathy from her, and I couldn't arrest the drop of tear which rolled
down my cheek. "Na..." she whispered urgently, shaking her head
vigorously " ... please..." Reaching up with her right hand, she gently
wiped away the wet streak from my cheek. I was feeling like an idiot now;
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first at my arousal becoming so plainly evident to her and second at my

emotions overwhelming me in front of her. I couldn't help but think that
I was no different from the lecherous landlord who'd asked her for sexual
favors in return for deferring the rent payment.
We were still standing in our kitchen, with my back to the platform and
she in front of me. With a deep sigh, she let go off me and stepped back.
To my surprise and intense arousal, she then pulled aside the pallu of her
saree from her torso, baring her swollen blouse-clad breasts to me.
Continuing to hold the pallu aside with her left hand, she reached with
the other hand and took hold of my hand in hers. Gazing at me with a
tender expression, she placed my palm on the swollen mound of her right
breast and pressed it to her. A sigh of arousal escaped my lips, and my
hand stiffened. I could feel the heat from her body flowing into my palm
as I felt the flesh of her swollen 34-D breasts against my palm.
"Haan, Jignesh bhai ... haan..." she said ever so softly, as if reading my
mind, and her eyes conveying more than words could ever hope to. After
all that had transpired in the last half an hour, my heart was just not into
having any sexual liaison with her, even though my treacherous cock
thought otherwise. "Bhabhi..." I breathed, shaking my head, and trying to
convey to her the conflicting emotions I was experiencing. "Is me kucchh
galat nahi hai, Jignesh bhai ... kucchh galat nahi hai..."she whispered
assertively, nodding her head to support her statement, even as she
continued to hold my hand pressed to her incredible disproportionately
swollen milk-laden breast.
Sensing my reluctance, she let go off my palm which she was holding to
her breast, and took my free hand instead. Any other day, with any other
woman, I'd need no further invitation to ravage her body; but this was
somehow different. Quite frankly, my reaction was something even I'd
not anticipated. "Aao Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, taking my limp
hand in hers and leading me to the living room. "Baitho..." she said
gently, pointing to the couch. As I sat down dumbly, she sat down next to
me. This time, she sat so close that I could feel her thighs press against
mine. "Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, placing her slender hand on my
thigh. "Aap mujhe Jignesh bhai kyun bulaati hain ab bhi..." I said with
some emotion; for I was not able to think of anything else to say to her at
that moment. "Sorry Jignesh bhai ... acchha main aapko abse Jignesh hi
bulaaungi ... ab khush ho aap..." she said, cocking her head to one side.
I just managed a weak smile, dropping my head to look at her hand
which was resting on my thighs. "Meri taraf dekho Jignesh bhai ... sorry
... Jignesh..." she said gently, prodding my thigh. As I looked towards
her, she smiled. Her juicy pink lips were still quivering, and her face was
still flushed red. "Maine aapki baat sun li na, Jignesh..." she began in a
soft quivering voice " ... aapne jo itna badaa upkaar kiya hai mujhpar ...
maine use sweekaar kar liya na..." her eyes blinking to hold back her
tears. I just looked away not knowing how to respond to it. "Bolo na ...
kiya na maine..." she whispered fiercely, shaking my thighs with her
hand. "Haan ... bhabhi..." I said hoarsely, my throat full of flegm.
Clearing my throat, I looked at her and repeated "Haan bhabhi ... kiya
aapne..."
She bit her quivering lips and continued "Mujhe ... mujhe pata hai maine
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aapko ... aapko bahut dukh pahunchaaya ... aapse paise lene se inkaar
karke..." "Nahi bhabhi ... aisi koi baat nahi hai..." I interrupted her, trying
to sound casual. She shook her head again and said "Nahi ... aap jhoot
bol sakte ho ... par aapki aankhen ... aur ... aur aapke aasoon ... jhoot nahi
bol sakte..." a precious drop of tear rolling down her cheek again. To my
amazement, she slid down the sofa and sat down on the floor beside my
knees, supporting herself on her knees and haunches.
Before I could react, she took both my hands in hers and buried her face
in my palms; an action tha caused her ripe full breasts also to press
against my knees. "Mujhse galti ho gayi Jignesh bhai ... mujhse galti ho
gayi ... aapko samajhne mein ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mujhe maaf kar
do..." she pleaded, rolling her head from side to side in my palms. This
little encounter with the luscious Alka bhabhi was becoming more or a
tearjerker than Ekta Kapoor's lousy soap serials, and I could only shake
my head in frustration.
"Bhabhi..." I cried hoarsely, forcefully lifting her bleary face from my
hands and getting her to look up at me. "Ab bas karo ... mujhe aur
sharminda mat karo aap ... please..." I said with some earnesty in my
voice. Wiping the tears from her face, she forced a smile on her face, and
said "Maine aapki baat sun li na Jignesh bhai ... ab ... ab aap meri baat
nahi sunenge..." "Zaroor sunoonga, bhabhi ... zaroor sunoonga..." I said,
wiping away my own tears irritably. I was quite irritated with myself
now, since this little emotional melodrama had gone on for far too long
now.
All I wanted was to feast on her milk-swollen breasts and fuck her; and
here I was, shedding tears along with her. "Ab aap please uthiye..." I said
to her with urgency, tugging at her shoulders. She complied immediately
and raised herself to sit by my side on the couch once again. Glancing at
the clock on the wall, I said to her "Bhabhi ... aapko der nahi ho rahi hai
... aapki baby..." looking at her questioningly. "Nahi Jignesh ... aap chinta
mat karo ... main usko doodh pilaakar aayi thhi ... aur woh agar utth bhi
gayi to Mayuri ben usko bottle se doodh pila degi..." she said matter or
factly. Heaing her talk so freely about breast-feeding her baby, my cock
gave another lurch inside my pants.
Her hands which were lying in my lap, felt the movement of my hardness
inside my slacks, and she looked up at me quickly with an expression of
understanding in her eyes. "Jignesh bhai..." she said softly, her fingers
applying some pressure on the hard lump protruding from my slacks. I
just let out a deep sigh and looked at her with an expression that
conveyed my helplessness. She was sitting on my left side on the couch.
Without a word, she pulled aside the pallu of her saree once again, and
taking my hand in hers, pressed it to her swollen right breast again.
This time, my fingers automatically closed around the pliant yet firm
flesh of her milk-filled breasts; and even when she let go off my hand, I
did not remove my hand from her breast. Gazing into my eyes intently,
she whispered softly "Blouse kholoon main, Jignesh bhai ... sorry ...
Jignesh..." correcting herself yet again. "Haan..." I managed to gasp
somehow. Responding with alacrity, she tucked the parted pallu of her
saree under her chin, and began to open the hooks of her tightly
stretched blouse. I noted that she had started to open her blouse with the
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hook at the bottom, as against starting from top like most other women
did. I figured it was on account of the fact that she was used to doing it
that way when opening her blouse to breastfeed her baby.
My mouth was dry as I stared in rapt attention as the hooks came
undone one by one. As the hooks of her blouse came undone and she
opened the flaps of her tight blouse, I was presented with the sight of
conservative white bra stretched to the limit by the disproportionately
swollen breasts. The wet patch caused by her milk secretion from her
lactating breasts that had permeated through to her blouse, was much
bigger on her bra, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipple under
the cotton fabric of her white nursing bra.
Still holding her chin down to keep the pallu from slipping over her
torso, she glanced up at me as if checking my reaction. I met her eyes
only for a fraction and inadvertently licked my dry lips. She'd worn her
bra loose, ostensibly on the last hook of the strap, which probably made
it easier for her to pull up the bra when feeding her baby. Even before my
hungry eyes could get their fill of the sight of her bra-covered swollen
breasts, she hunched her shoulders and slipping her fingers under the
cup of her bra, pulled it up to bare those magnificent breasts to me.
My jaw dropped and my throat went dry at the sight presented to me.
This had to be the most erotic pair of breasts I'd seen apart from those of
the busty teenage Sejal; and I couldn't help but compare it to hers. Like
Sejal, Alkha bhabhi's skin was incredibly fair. But that's where the
similarities ended. While Sejal was plump with adolescent baby fat, Alka
bhabhi was of a slender built. In spite of the two pregnancies, her waist
would not have been more than 27" at the most.
Her belly was not taut and firm, as was to be expcted in a woman who'd
delivered a child only 7 months back, but still was not flabby. In the
sitting position, there were only two moderate folds on her fleshy belly.
But what took the cake were those incredibly erotic breasts. As I've said
numerous times earlier, they were swollen disproportionately on account
of the milk they held. By the sight I could make out that her bra was only
a regulation 34-C, but her breasts were swollen to a mouth watering 34-
D cup now. They were obviously not naturally round shaped like Sejal's
breasts were, but were still swollen towards the tip.
In other words, what would have been ripe 34-C mango-shaped breasts
in her normal state were now swollen 34-D papaya shaped mammaries
on account of her post-pregnant status. Inspite of being so heavy with
milk, they did not sag but just rested heavily on her slender chest. The
base of her breasts was smaller in comparison to the tips of them; which
were swollen disproportionately like water filled balloons. The milky
white alabaster complexion of the rest of her body was shared by her
breasts too, and I could see the lines of blue veins under the skin.
Her bursting breasts were capped by a pair of mouth watering pinkish
nipples, the same color as her lips. The rupee coin sized aereolas were
only a shade darker than the fair complexion of her breasts. The wetness
caused by the milk which had oozed out of her erect nipples made them
glisten in the light, causing me to lick my lips as I gazed at them with
unadulterated desire. Realizing that I was mesmerized by the sight of her
milky white breasts, I pulled my eyes away to look at her face.
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She was just looking at me with the same tender expression, continuing
to hold the pallu of her saree parted with one hand, while holding the bra
up with the other. What more could one ask for, I thought to myself,
seeing the way this innocent lovely 27-year old housewife sat in front of
me, baring her milky swollen breasts to me. Continuing to look into my
eyes with a aroused yet shy expression, she involuntarily hefted her right
breast in the palm of her hand and squeezed them gently; an action
which caused a small drop of white milky fluid to ooze out of her erect
nipple.
I had always fantasized about this moment, and my hand automatically
squeezed my hardness through my slacks. Clearing her throat, she said in
a low voice "Maine ... aane se pehle ... meri baby ko ... apna ... apna
doodh nahi pilaaya thha ... maine usko bottle se doodh pilaaya thha..."
continuing to gaze at me lovingly, even as she held her right tit cupped in
her palm. "Main ... maine ... apna doodh aapke liye bacha ke rakha thha,
Jignesh bhai..." she said in almost a whisper. "Aap ... aap mera doodh
piyenge na, Jignesh bhai..." she asked in a husky whisper, straightening
her back and offering me her cupped swollen breasts.
These were the words I'd been dying to hear, and with a groan I reached
out and touched her hot milky breasts tenderly. At the touch of my
hands, she sighed and lent forward, trying to press her breast into my
hand. I ran my shivering hands all over her swollen breasts, feeling the
hot flesh singe my palms. Part of me wanted to squeeze her breast-milk
filled mammaries roughly, but I held myself back. Instead, I just slid my
palm under her ripe breast and hefted them, feeling their heaviness, and
ran my thumb around her erect glistening wet nipple.
Reaching out to touch my face with her slender fingers, she whispered
with arousal "Aao ... Jignesh bhai ... meri god mein let jaao..." This was
my fantasy coming true, and as she slid back on the couch and lifted her
left leg on to the couch to create a comfortable lap for me to lie down in, I
swallowed instinctively. With her hand gently supporting my head, I bent
forward and lay down in her lap, pulling my legs up on to the couch in
the process. She cradled my head in the crook of her arm and I was
blessed with the feel of her hot full breasts brush against my cheek.
On a sudden thought, she said "Aap apna t-shirt utaar do, Jignesh bhai ...
warna..." her eyes conveying the rest. With her help, I somehow pulled
the t-shirt off my head, baring my muscular chest and torso to her view.
Her eyes looked at my chest with desire, and she inadvertently touched
my chest with her soft hands, her fingers tracing lines on my chest. I
could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the musky aroma of
breastmilk assailed my nostrils, making my cock twitch with
anticipation.
Cradling my head in her left arm, she leaned forward, and cupping her
left swollen breast, squeezed it gently, her fingers moving in a sliding
motion from the base of her breast to the swollen tip. As she did that, a
drop of thin white fluid oozed out of her thick erect nipple. Then, to my
complete arousal, she wiped the drop of breast milk from her nipple with
her finger, and touched the finger to my lips! "Mera doodh, Jignesh
bhai..." she said in a hoarse whisper, wetting my dry lips with her breast
milk. "Bhabhi..." I groaned, and opened my mouth to suck on her finger.
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It was watery, and tasted sweet; nothing likeI had ever tasted before. The
taste was not entirely agreeable, but I was too aroused to care. Then to
my amazement, she extracted a crumpled handkerchief from her waist,
and squeezing her ripe breast repeatedly, made some of her breast milk
squirt out of her turgid nipple on to the napkin. When I looked at her
questioningly, she just smile shyly and said in a low voice "Thhoda sa
nikaal doongi to acchha rahega..." I figured it was the same reason why
cattle breeders discarded the first few squirts of milk when they milked a
cow.
Discarding the napkin, she cupped her breast again and raising my head
towards her swollen breasts, said "Ab pee lo, beta..." The motherly way in
which she addressed me as 'beta' aroused me to know end. With a groan,
I clamped my mouth on her proffered nipple and began to greedily
suckle on it. "Shhh..." she whispered, cradling my head and caressing my
hair as I began the task of sucking on a young mother's breast milk for
the first time in my life.
The milk was warm, and it was too watery and sweet for my liking, but I
was beside myself with lust by now. I felt her arch her back, and let out a
soft sigh of contentment, as she felt my mouth suck on her painfully
swollen milk-laden breasts. She kept making soft cooing sounds, as if she
was feeding her own infant. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached
out with my hand and cupped her free right breast. Squeezing them hard,
I was rewarded by at first a little dribble, and then a sharp squirt of thin
white breast milk land on my chest.
I shivered when the warm liquid landed on my chest, and letting go of

her nipple, hissed "Sorry bhabhi..." "Shh ... koi baat nahi ... karo Jignesh
bhai..." taking my hand and pressing it to her free right breast again.
When I squeezed again, I saw her wince with pain and close her eyes.
Alarmed I pulled my hand away. Opening her eyes, she smiled at me ever
so tenderly, and said in a low whisper "Jab bahut zyaada doodh bhar
jaata hai ... to ... thhoda sa dard hota hai ... is liye ... jab aise dabaakar ...
ya chooskar ... doodh baahar nilaalte hain ... to bahut raahat milti hai..."
by way of explanation. "Dariye mat, Jignesh bhai ... dabaaiye na..." she
urged in a low whisper, guiding my hand to her breast again. Then to
encourage me further, she herself cupped her right breast and squeezed
it again in a pumping motion starting from the base and ending at the
tip, causing a fresh squirt of her warm breast milk to spray on to my
chest.
Seeing my body shiver at the feel of her milk falling on me, she asked
quicky "Aapko ganda lag raha hai, Jignesh bhai..." stopping her
squeezing of the breast. "Nahi bhabhi ... nahi ... please..." I hissed back.
Hearing this, she smiled, and once again began to squeeze her milk out of
those swollen breasts and spray them on my chest and belly. "Mere
moonh par bhi, bhabhi..." I said hoarsely, my eyes staring intently at the
way the milk was being squeezed out of her delicious breasts. Sighing,
she said softly "Aankh band kar leejiye, Jignesh bhai..." looking into my
eyes.
Thinking that she was ashamed of me watching her squirt her milk on
me like this, I closed my eyes, a touch disappointed. She seemed to read
my mind, and leaning forward to rub her erect wet nipple on my lips,
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said softly "Agar mera doodh aapki aankho mein gira to aapki aankhe
jalengi, Jignesh bhai ... isliye kaha maine..." "Oh bhabhi ... please ... ruko
mat..." I groaned, reaching up to roughly fondle her swollen milk glands
again. "Ssss..." she hissed, as she cupped both her breasts together, and
squeezed them hard, sending squirts of the thin warm milk spraying on
to my chest and face. I marveled at her concern for these little details,
and opened my mouth to let out a content sigh of "Ahhh..." enjoying the
sensation of my milk spraying my face.
My cock was rock hard by now, and as I reached down to squeeze it
under my slacks, she caught my hand. When I opened my eyes and
looked at her, there was an expression of lust in her eyes. "Bhabhi ...
mera bhi ... ab bahut bhar gaya hai ... isliye taqleef ho rahi hai..." I said
indicating that my cock was aching for a release now. "Jaanti hoon,
Jignesh bhai..." she whispered softly " ... aapki yahi taqleef door karne ke
liye to aapki bhabhi aapke paas aayi hai..." a very aroused look in her
eyes. With these words, she reached down to my crotch, and gently
rubbed her palm over the lump in my slacks.
Sliding her fingers under the elastic waist band of my slacks, she began to
try to push it down. I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and
lowering my slacks along with the boxers, with both my hands. My rock
hard cock, free of the restraining confines, sprang out like an angry cobra
and slapped against my belly. The swollen tip was crimson with blood,
and it was glistening in the light with the copious amounts of pre-cum
that I'd already secreted. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she breathed, her eyes
gazing at my steely hard wet slimy cock with desire and arousal.
Raising my head again to press it against her breasts, she then took hold
of my erect phallus in her soft hands, and began to rub it gently.
"Bhabhiiiii..." I groaned, almost biting her nipples. "Haan beta..." she
responded with passion, tightening her grip on my hard cock, and began
to stroke it gently. Gazing down, I watched with raw lust, as her slender
white fingers were wrapped around my thick shaft, and pumping it ever
so gently; her glass bangles making a tinkling sound. Arching my back, I
stretched out my arms, and lifted my hips off the bed, as if urging her to
pump me faster.
To my complete arousal, she then began to spread the liberal amount of
her breast milk that had fallen on my chest and was trickling down to my
belly, all over my torso in a gentle massaging motion. With the same
hand wet with her milk, she took hold of my cock and began to rub stroke
my cock. "Aannhhh..." I groaned. "Ek minute, beta..." she whispered
urgently, pushing my head off her lap. As I lifted my head, she slid
herself away from under my head and stood up from the couch. As I lay
back on the couch, I watched in rapt attention at the way her swollen
breast dangled and swung.
She quickly knelt down on the floor next to my pelvis, and took hold of
my cock lovingly. Then without a word, she dangled those
mouthwatering milk swollen breasts of hers over my throbbing cock, and
cupping them again, began to squirt her warm milk on to my cock!
"Ohhh bhabhiii..." I almost cried out, reaching out with my hand to try
and grab one of her breasts. She was completely engrossed in the task of
pleasing me now, and did not even turn to look at me. Holding my
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throbbing cock with one hand, she cupped one of her full breasts with the
other hand and sprayed squirt after squirt of searing hot breast milk on
my cock.
To Be Continued..
Part - 27
This was beyond my wildest imagination, and I just watched at the scene
unfolding in front of my eyes with lust coursing through my veins. She
was going from milestone to milestone now, and followed this by taking
hold of my cock gently and rubbing it against her dripping breasts. Her
milk had oozed out copiously from her lactating 34-D breasts, and as a
result were slick to the touch. As she held my cock and slapped it lightly
against her breasts, I could only imagine what a lucky bastard her
worthless husband was. I was sure he'd have taught her to do all this.
Leaning forward further, she took hold of both her swollen breasts, and
trapped my blood gorged cock in between them. The valley of her
breasts, as well as my rampant cock, were well lubricated with a mix of
my pre-cum and her breast milk, and as a result when she started to
move her pendulous breasts up and down along the length of my shaft,
they moved easily, lubricated as they were with both our body secretions.
Her lips were parted now, and as she turned her head sideways to look at
me, I let out a sigh of pleasure and helplessness.
Even as she was pumping my cock in between her breasts, she was
continually squeezing both her breasts too, intermittently sending her
milk squirting on to my cock and pelvis. This had to be my most erotic
experience so far; the sight of this 27-year old young mother, her blouse
open and hanging loose, and her bra pulled up above her milk-filled
swollen breasts, servicing my cock my stroking them with her mammary
glands! Letting go off my cock from in between her breasts, she took hold
of it once again and began to rub it all over her face. Her eyes were
closed, and there was an immensely sexy expression on her face as she
rubbed my wet slimy cock on her face, and her breasts.
I was dying to feel her mouth on my cock, and grabbing her hand,
groaned "Bhabhiiii..." Once again, it was as if she read my mind, and
reaching out to take both my outstretched hands in hers, took my cock
into her mouth! The manner, in which she did this, without the use of
her hands, turned me on immensely, and I responded my lifting my hips
off the bed, and pushing my cock deeper into her small red lipped mouth.
She was herself aroused fully now, and was beginning to moan. She
twisted her head from side to side, taking my cock into her mouth at all
possible angles, all the while refraining from using her hands.
Her tongue was lashing my shaft, and she was adding to my excitement
by suckling on the swollen tip also. The absolutely amazing manner in
which she was sucking on my cock made it very evident that this was
something she'd have to do for her husband very often. She was bobbing
her head vigorously now, my cock touching the back of her slender throat
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each time she thrust her head down, while her hands were continuously
manipulating my swollen balls. Unlike some of the other women, who'd
let their saliva drool out while sucking cock, she was swallowing
intermittently, making sure her saliva and my secretions never oozed out
of her sucking mouth. It was simply incredible!
Lifting my torso off the couch and grabbing hold of the bun of her head, I
groaned "Bhabhi ... bas ... mera..." indicating that if she continued this
for any longer, I'd shoot my load into her mouth. Her chest heaving with
the effort, she pulled her mouth off my cock, and said in a barely audible
"Jignesh bhai ... aapne mera doodh piya hai ... to ... to main kya ... aapka
nahi pee sakti..." This was by far the most erotic words I'd heard a
woman utter, and my cock almost threatened to explode there and then.
Stunned, I just watched this incredibly lovely fair 27-year old young
mother. Kissing the swollen throbbing tip of my blood gorged cock
almost reverently, she said again "Boliye na, Jignesh bhai ... nahi peene
denge aap..."
Dazed, I managed to gasp "Bhabhi ... aap yeh kya keh rahi hain ... main ...
kaise..." Continuing to kiss my cock with her lips, she said in a low voice
"Warna mera aur aapka rishta adhoora hi rahega, Jignesh bhai ... aap
aapki Alka bhabhi ko pyaar nahi karte..." her eyes moist with emotion
again. "Haan bhabhi ... please..." I mumbled. "Aapke liye ye karna ...
mera saubhagya hoga, Jignesh bhai..." she said in a low earnest tone. I
couldn't believe my ears. This lovely innocent woman was telling my in
the chastest of languages that she wanted to drink my cum!
I reached out to touch her face with my fingers, and dazed at the utter in
credulousness of what she was saying, gasped "Haan ... bhabhi ... haan..."
Something like a smile of relief flickered on her face, before she closed
her eyes and took my cock into her mouth again, as if she was worshiping
it. This was any man's dream come true; to have a woman like her not
only suck on your cock, but also be willing to swallow your semen! Just
the thought of what was happening, coupled with the intense feeling of
her mouth sucking on my cock, send my cum blasting out of the swollen
tip of my mouth. As my ejaculation hit against the back of her throat, she
let out a deep throat moan of "Ummmhhhhh..."
Grabbing my thighs, she began to swallow, as wad after wad of my thick
boiling jism splattered the insides of her slender mouth. Her throat
constricted, and she gagged once or twice involuntarily, but to her credit,
she kept her mouth tightly clamped around my erupting cock, and
swallowed every single drop of semen that I'd send spurting into her
willing mouth. As my ejaculation subsided, she slowly took my quivering
wet cock out of her mouth, and held in in her hand. I was lying
outstretched on the couch, my head thrown back, but my hips jerked
involuntarily once or twice, causing the last of my semen to dribble out
from the slit of my crimson swollen cock head. Without any hesitation,
she stuck out her tongue, and proceeded to lick that up too.
I was both emotionally and physically drained and collapsed on the
couch in a dead heap. I managed to look at her face since I was curious to
see her reaction to my having come in her mouth. Her tightly combed
hair was in disarray, many strands having come loose of the bun, and her
sindhoor too was smeared. Her lips and chin were wet and slimy with my
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cum and her saliva, and it was an incredibly erotic experience to see her
in this condition. Never had I expected this chaste 27-year old young
housewife to give me two firsts of my life; one, giving me a taste of breast
milk, and second, swallowing my boiling hot semen!
There was no hint of any displeasure or disgust on her face, and when
she saw me looking at her, she smiled shyly, wiping her mouth with the
back of her hand. She was still holding on to my cock gingerly, which was
rapidly losing its hardness. "Oh Alka bhabhi..." I said, still breathing
heavily from my intense orgasm, extending my arms to her. With a smile,
she got up from where she'd been kneeling next to my crotch, and came
to sit near my head. As I lifted my torso off the couch to allow her to sit at
the head, my eyes were riveted to the way her ripe papaya shaped milk-
filled breasts swung freely.
It was only when I tried to wipe the sweat off my forehead that I realized
that my face was sticky. It suddenly came to me that all the breast milk
that had sprayed on to my face and chest when I was fondling and
sucking on her tits, had caked dry and had made my face and chest sticky
to touch. It felt dirty yet arousing at the same time. As she settled down
to sit on the couch once again and pulled up her legs to sit cross legged, I
rested my head in her lap. She cradled my head in her arms lovingly and
held me against her swollen bosoms. Not having the energy to do
anything more, I simply enjoyed the feel of her warm swollen breasts,
slimy with her milk and my pre-cum.
The strong musky odor of her breastmilk mixed with my pre-cum
assailed my nostrils. For some inexplicable reason, I found that odor

erotic too. She'd not spoken a word, and was just watching me with
genuine affection in her eyes. I lay like that in her lap for a long time,
allowing my body to cool down and my breathing to come back to
normal. Clearing my throat, I said "Bhabhi ... main nahi jaanta ki aapko
main ... thank you kaise kahun ... mai to bas..." "Shhh ... Jignesh bhai..."
she said interrupting me " ... aap kucch kehne ki zaroorat nahi hai..."
touching her slender fingers to my lips.
Reaching up, I caressed the swell of her breasts from below, and kissed
them softly, whispering "Thank you, bhabhi ... thank you..." In response,
she just bent down towards my face and kissed me softly on the lips,
allowing her tongue to run along my lips. When she pulled her lips away,
I asked "Bhabhi ... ab aap mujhe phir kab milengi ... aap mujhse dubaara
milne aayengi na..." the apprehension evident in my voice. "Arre, Jignesh
bhai ... aap kyun aisi baate kar rahe ho ... maine to apna tan aur man
aapko saunp diya hai ... yeh to mere aur aapke rishte ki shuruaat hai ...
aap jab bhi mujhe yaad karoge ... main aapke liye haazir hoon..." she said
seriously, every word uttered in dead earnest.
Had these things been said by any other woman, I'd have taken it with a
pinch of salt. But she, like my dear Kalpana aunty, seemed like a
genuinely warm person. She seemed to want to say something, but was
hesitating for some reason. I waited patiently for her to get her thoughts
together. Finally, she said, albeit tentatively "Jignesh bhai ... agar aapko
itraaz na ho to ... main ab jaaoon..." her eyes pleading. "Haan bhabhi ...
ab aap jaaiye ... kucch waqt ke liye main sab kucch bhool gaya thha..." I
replied, squeezing her hands gently.
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She was still stalling, as if unsure of how to say what she wanted to.
Gathering some courage, she began "Aaj to mere aur aapka milan
adhoora reh gaya ... lekin ... agli baar jab hum milenge ... to aap ise poora
karenge na..." For a moment, I couldn't comprehend the meaning of
what she was saying, spoken as it was in very chaste language. "Aap
mujhe iska mauka denge na, Jignesh bhai..." she urged, when she did not
get any response from me. Finally it dawned upon me that she was
referring to the fact that we'd not had an actual sexual intercourse yet.
It was then that it occurred to me that in spite of all that we'd done, I had
not even seen her naked below her waist yet, let alone touch her
anywhere else. So mesmerized had I been by the fact that I was actually
feeding on her lactating breasts that I'd not even thought of fucking her.
Reaching out to caress her swollen milky breasts that were pressed
against my head, I looked into her eyes and said "Mauka to mujhe aapse
maangna chaahiye, bhabhi..." my eyes conveying that I was not joking.
She just managed a shy smile when she heard my words, and replied
"Main din mein ghar par akeli hi rehti hoon ... aapka jab man kare ...
aap..." she said, letting her eyes convey the rest.
Content with my accomplishments for the day, I let out a contented sigh.
Getting up from her lap, I was suddenly conscious of my nudity. As I was
pulling on my boxers, she too suddenly became the state of undress she
was in, her saree in disarray, her blouse open, and the bra pulled up
above her full lush mammary glands. We exchanged shy glances as both
of us began to put our clothes in order. The wonderful woman that she
was, she offered to make tea for me before she left, an offer which I
gratefully accepted. After the warm glow of my intense orgasm had worn
of, there was awkwardness between us. As a result, we were both
extremely formal to each other. After finishing the tea, she took leave of
me.
As I opened the door for her, she slipped into her worn sandals. At the
door, she paused, and turned around to look at me again. With a
heartfelt sigh and a shake of her head, she took hold of my hand and
came inside again. Closing the door herself, she turned around and flung
herself into my arms, burying her face into my chest, her lush ripe
breasts quashed against my torso. I just held her in my arms tightly, and
not a word was exchanged between us, the embrace conveying our
mutual feelings. With some reluctance, she pulled away from the
lingering embrace, and giving my hand a parting squeeze, left for her
house. Closing the door behind her, I headed to the bathroom for a much
needed shower, to wash away the traces of my kinky yet erotic sexual
encounter, with the lovely Alka bhabhi.
After a hot shower, I hit the bed. I slept through the rest of the evening
and woke up only around 6:30 pm. With all the exercise I had been
getting these days, I didn't feel the need for a workout. So I decided to go
for a jog in the evening, something I'd not done for a while. Changing
into a pair of shorts and a sweat-shirt, I pulled on my running shoes and
headed out for a run. After working up a good sweat running for nearly
30 minutes, I reached home, feeling tired yet fresh. It was nearing 7:30
pm, and as I opened the door, I noticed that a small piece of paper had
been slid under the door when I was away. Intrigued, I picked up the
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piece of paper. It was a note from Mayuri ben, written in her classical
school teacher hand writing. It read "Dear Jignesh beta, please call as
soon as you see this. Yours, Mayuri aunty" I reckoned she'd come here
when I was away on my run, and not finding me at home, had left the
note.
Curious, I picked up the phone and dialed her number. After a few rings,
Seema didi answered the phone. "Hello didi..." I said cheerfully, aunty
had left a note asking me to call. "Oh ... yes Jignesh bhai..." she answered
in a somewhat hesitant voice that I just couldn't place " ... one minute, I'll
give the phone to mummy..." she said. After a few second, Mayuri ben
came on the line. "Thank you for calling, beta..." she said in her heavy
voice "I'd tried calling you earlier, but I think you were not at home ... so
I came to your place also ... but the door was locked..." "Oh, sorry to have
missed you aunty..." I said politely " ... I'd gone for a jog ... I just got
back..."
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before she continued "Accha beta
... the reason I called is..." pausing for a moment again " ... Amisha had
been asking me permission to go and spend the night with one of her
friends for a long time now ... so today I thought I will allow her..." she
said in a somewhat uncertain voice. Wondering where this conversation
was headed, I waited patiently. "So ... today ... I and Seema are alone at
home ... and I was wondering if ... if you would like to come here ... and ...
and spend the night with us..." she finished, her tone expectant. "Oh..." I
muttered, my brain working furiously. The lusty 48-year old Mayuri ben
had sent her younger daughter away, and cleared the scene for me to
spend the night at her place.
Needless to say, I was enthralled at the prospects. "Umm ... aunty ... but
do you think Seema didi wouldn't mind that..." I asked, deciding to play
the reluctant boy role to perfection. "Oh no, beta ... why would Seema
mind ... she would love to have you here ... don't you know by now that
she loves you as much as I do ... may be more..." she replied instantly.
Sensing my hesitation, she added in a hushed tone "Beta ... Alka came
here on the way back from your place ... and ... she told me how kind you
were to her..."
Then as if unsure of what she was able to say next, she continued "And
beta ... when I asked her ... she also told me ... that ... you did not ... I
mean ... did not do it with her..." It took me a fraction of a second to
register what she was trying to convey. I could imagine how the brazen
Mayuri ben would've quizzed poor Alka bhabhi, and coaxed the gory
details from her. "Beta ... are you there..." she asked, my silence
unsettling her. "Uh ... yes, aunty..." I said. "So beta ... I thought ... umm ...
I thought that perhaps you will feel better if you come here ... and spend
the night with me and Seema..." she added, in a tone that was seductive
as well as compassionate.
I couldn't help but marvel at the way this lusty 48-year old woman's
brain worked. She was talking about my sexual needs the way other
mature women would talk about my basic needs like food & shelter. It
was as if she'd taken it upon herself to feed my sexual hunger. "You'll
come na, beta..." she asked in a seductive tone, trying her level best to
convince me. "Umm ... ok aunty ... if you say so..." "Oh, wonderful..." she
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exclaimed gleefully, cutting me off. "Then you have dinner with us, ok
beta ... we're both waiting for you..." she said in a pleased voice.
Mumbling my assent, I hung up the phone. Kalpana aunty was supposed
to bring me my dinner as always, and I was wondering what excuse I'd
cook up today for declining her tiffin. I called her up all the same, and
explained to her that I'd been invited by one of my friends for dinner at
his house, and therefore she need not bring the tiffin. The
disappointment in her voice was evident as she said "Oh ... ok beta ... I
was thinking of calling you here for dinner ... in fact Jatin bhai was
telling me to call you ... and Jigna was also looking forward to seeing
you..." I sighed under my breath, torn between the choices I had before
me for the night. I too was looking forward to seeing the hot Jigna after
she'd returned from her picnic.
Taking a decision quickly, I said "Oh aunty ... that's so nice of you ... but
my friend had been calling me home for so many days now ... there was
just no way I could refuse today..." trying my best to sound sincere. "But I
promise I'll come there tomorrow, aunty..." I added for good measure.
"Oh that will be wonderful, beta..." she replied, seeming sufficiently
mollified. "Do say hi to Jigna, aunty..." I said before I hung up the phone.
Having taken care of that little issue, I quickly showered to wash off the
sweat I had worked up.
My cock had taken a real pounding today, and I was a little apprehensive
of how well it'd be able to perform tonight. On a sudden inspiration, I
grabbed a can of Red Bull from the fridge and downed it quickly. Red
Bulls were something of a rarity those days, and I was lucky to have a
little stock of it in my fridge thanks to one of my friend's dad who'd just
returned from an overseas trip. Praying that the ginseng-based drink
would live up its claim of improving one's stamina, I headed for Mayuri
ben's house.
When I reached Mayuri ben's house and rang the bell, the door was
opened by Seema didi. "Oh hello Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed brightly,
a warm smile on her face. "Hi didi..." I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in
her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional
Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was
not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some
reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.
A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a
rather elaborate golden necklace around her thick neck. Two pairs of
golden bangles adorned both her fleshy hands. Her plump wheat-
complexioned face had just the hint of make-up on it, and she'd applied a
very subtle shade of dark lipstick on her thick luscious lips. "Didi ... you
look beautiful ... I've never seen you in a saree before ... you look
wonderful in it..." I said sincerely, a smile on my face. She blushed, and
said "Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai ... I was..." she managed to mumble,
her face flushing with pleasure at my compliment.
Hearing my voice, Mayuri ben came out from the kitchen. "Kem chho
beta..." she greeted me warmly with a smile, coming close to me and
embracing me " ... nice of you to come..." "Hello aunty..." I replied
awkwardly, uncomfortable at her embracing me like this in front of her
daughter. I glanced awkwardly at Seema didi as Mayuri ben wrapped her
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hands around my back and hugged me, that heavy mature body of hers
with those mammoth breasts of hers pressing against my torso. To my
relief, Seema didi looked at me with fondness and just smiled.
Letting go off me, Mayuri ben turned to Seema and said "See ... I had told
you that Jignesh will like it if you wear a saree..." as if proving a point.
Seema just smiled uncomfortably and blushed again. Turning to me, she
said "Arre beta ... she was so uncomfortable to wear a saree ... saying that
you will not like it ... but I told her that I know my Jignesh beta ... and I
know what he likes ... so it was very reluctantly that she agreed..."
Pleased at the effort that was being put in to make me happy, I looked at
Seema didi and said with a smile "Of course ... she looks beautiful in a
saree..." Both mother and daughter beamed upon hearing this.
Seema didi's saree seemed to be one that she reserved for special
occasions like weddings or family functions, and maroon colored chiffon
one with plenty of tinsel work on it that shimmered in the artificial light.
On the other hand, Mayuri ben wore one of her trademark white sarees,
which I'd seen often wear to her school where she taught primary grade
kids, and was devoid of any fancy adornments, and was accompanied by
a matching white blouse. I could see the thick outlines of her bra under
her white blouse at the shoulder. "You came just in time, beta..." she said,
bustling into the kitchen.
As Seema didi followed her, I too trailed them. She'd made aam ras and
poori, one my favorites and my mouth watered at the smell of the pooris
being fried. For the ones who're not familiar with Gujarat cuisine, aam
ras is freshly crushed mango pulp, which is a great accompaniment with

hot freshly fried pooris, wheat pancakes deep friend in oil. Both mother
and her 23-year old daughter fawned over me, ensuring that while
Mayuri ben fried the pooris, Seema kept a steady supply of them coming
to my plate. Even as I was eating to my heart's content, relishing the
food, I couldn't help but admire the way Seema didi looked bustling from
the kitchen to the living room in her elaborately adorned saree.
She heavy breasts, concealed under the saree, brushed against my head a
couple of times when she came to serve me the pooris. When I glanced at
her, she smiled shyly, aware that her little gesture had not gone
unnoticed. I felt like some royalty who was being served by these two
women, one a mature 48-year old mother of two, and the other, her own
23-year old buxom daughter. The Red Bull seemed to have revived me,
and my tired cock, since I felt my cock stiffen even while I was eating, as I
contemplated the night ahead of me.
Once, when she was serving me hot poori, I said to her with a smile "Didi
... you smell great..." having noted that she was wearing some really good
perfume. She beamed upon hearing that, and lowering her head to
almost whisper in my ear, said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... that's because
I have used the perfume you gifted me..." a fond expression on her face.
This was the second time she was telling me exactly the same thing, and I
mentally patted myself for having thought of that.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I excused myself and washed my hands in the
small washbasin in their kitchen. Only after I'd finished did they sit down
to eat. To their immense surprise and pleasure, I insisted on serving
them as they ate; a gesture that won me a few more brownie points with
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this mother-daughter pair. Once they'd finished, and were clearing the
plates, I settled down to watch the daily news on their old barely
functional TV. I made a mental note to buy a new TV for this household,
as a thank you gesture for what they'd been doing for me.
After finishing washing the vessels, Mayuri ben and Seema didi returned
to the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mayuri ben
placed her thick pudgy hand on my thigh and asked "So beta ... did you
like the food aunty made for you today..." her thick blunt featurd face
creasing into a smile. "Oh it was yummy, aunty ... I loved it..." I said
earnestly, even as I watched her remove her spectacles and clean them
on the pallu of her white saree.
Seema was standing there at the door, and when Mayuri ben looked
towards her, she asked in a small voice "Um ... shall I go inside,
mummy..." "Yes, beti ... you go inside ... and make the bed ready for
Jignesh beta..." she said matter of factly. I noticed that some unsaid
message had been passed on to Seema didi by her mother, and she just
nodded her head in understanding. Giving me a tentative smile, Seema
didi vanished into their bedroom. For a while I'd forgotten the primary
reason for my being here. Seeing Seema didi go into the bedroom, it
came back to me suddenly as to why I was here.
As awkwardness with the whole setup crept into me, I felt Mayuri ben
shift and slide closer to me on their sofa. Gazing at me through those
gold-rimmed spectacles I'd gifted her, she asked softly "Beta ... tum
Seema se khush to ho na..." "Uh ... yes aunty ... why're you asking a
question like that..." I replied, my face reflecting my puzzlement.

Continuing to gaze at me, as her hands gently caressed my thighs, she
replied "Nothing ... I just felt like you were a little tense..." looking at me
closely. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, avoiding her piercing
gaze.
Leaning towards me, pressing her humongous mammaries to my arms,
she reached out to touch my chin and asked in a low voice "Tell me, beta
... what is bothering you ... I can see it in your eyes..." her eyes still boring
into mine. Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said "Oh aunty ... I
don't know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these
things ... this way ... with Seema didi..." Looking at her, I continued "Are
you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she's not
doing something that she doesn't want to do..." the expression on my face
relaying the hesitation I felt.
Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled. Then placing her left arm around
my back and leaning towards me so that her massive heavy 42-D breasts
were once again pressed to my shoulders, she said in a gentle voice "Oh
beta ... why do you still have doubts ... do you think I don't know my own
daughter..." continuing to look into my eyes. Seeing that I still did not
seem to be convinced, she continued "Do you know what she told me
after you went to her at the massage parlor... ?" a loving expression on
her face. "What did she say?" I asked, looking at her. "She said ... that
after the way you treated her that day ... she has in her heart given her
body and soul to you..." that same fond expression on her face.
"You are not a customer for her, Jignesh beta ... you are so much more
for her ... you are the first man who has treated her with respect ... in
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spite of knowing what work she does..." she continued, a serious

expression on her face. As I looked at Mayuri ben, I couldn't decide
whether I should hate her for what she was getting her daughter to do, or
love her for the same. Shaking my head, I sighed "Oh aunty ... that's just
because she's such a wonderful human being ... what have I done..."
dropping my gaze to my lap. "Aisa tum sochte ho, beta ... wo nahi..." she
said gently, once again caressing my thigh.
Sensing my discomfort, she said "But if you don't want her, beta ... then I
won't force you..." her voice conveying her disappointment. "Oh aunty ...
you know that's not true ... you know how I feel..." I said, placing my
hand over hers and squeezing her fingers. She beamed on hearing that,
and snuggling up closer to me, slid her hand upwards on my thigh till her
fingers came to rest on my crotch. I was wearing a pair of comfortable
khakis along with a polo-neck t-shirt, and thanks to some extent to the
trusty Red Bull, my cock had stiffened considerably inside my pants.
When I reached Mayuri ben's house and rang the bell, the door was
opened by Seema didi. "Oh hello Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed brightly,
a warm smile on her face. "Hi didi..." I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in
her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional
Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was
not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some
reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.
A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a
rather elaborate golden necklace around her thick neck. Two pairs of
golden bangles adorned both her fleshy hands. Her plump wheat-
complexioned face had just the hint of make-up on it, and she'd applied a
very subtle shade of dark lipstick on her thick luscious lips. "Didi ... you
look beautiful ... I've never seen you in a saree before ... you look
wonderful in it..." I said sincerely, a smile on my face. She blushed, and
said "Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai ... I was..." she managed to mumble,
her face flushing with pleasure at my compliment.
Hearing my voice, Mayuri ben came out from the kitchen. "Kem chho
beta..." she greeted me warmly with a smile, coming close to me and
embracing me " ... nice of you to come..." "Hello aunty..." I replied
awkwardly, uncomfortable at her embracing me like this in front of her
daughter. I glanced awkwardly at Seema didi as Mayuri ben wrapped her
hands around my back and hugged me, that heavy mature body of hers
with those mammoth breasts of hers pressing against my torso. To my
relief, Seema didi looked at me with fondness and just smiled.
Letting go off me, Mayuri ben turned to Seema and said "See ... I had told
you that Jignesh will like it if you wear a saree..." as if proving a point.
Seema just smiled uncomfortably and blushed again. Turning to me, she
said "Arre beta ... she was so uncomfortable to wear a saree ... saying that
you will not like it ... but I told her that I know my Jignesh beta ... and I
know what he likes ... so it was very reluctantly that she agreed..."
Pleased at the effort that was being put in to make me happy, I looked at
Seema didi and said with a smile "Of course ... she looks beautiful in a
saree..." Both mother and daughter beamed upon hearing this.
Seema didi's saree seemed to be one that she reserved for special
occasions like weddings or family functions, and maroon colored chiffon
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one with plenty of tinsel work on it that shimmered in the artificial light.
On the other hand, Mayuri ben wore one of her trademark white sarees,
which I'd seen often wear to her school where she taught primary grade
kids, and was devoid of any fancy adornments, and was accompanied by
a matching white blouse. I could see the thick outlines of her bra under
her white blouse at the shoulder. "You came just in time, beta..." she said,
bustling into the kitchen.
As Seema didi followed her, I too trailed them. She'd made aam ras and
poori, one my favorites and my mouth watered at the smell of the pooris
being fried. For the ones who're not familiar with Gujarat cuisine, aam
ras is freshly crushed mango pulp, which is a great accompaniment with
hot freshly fried pooris, wheat pancakes deep friend in oil. Both mother
and her 23-year old daughter fawned over me, ensuring that while
Mayuri ben fried the pooris, Seema kept a steady supply of them coming
to my plate. Even as I was eating to my heart's content, relishing the
food, I couldn't help but admire the way Seema didi looked bustling from
the kitchen to the living room in her elaborately adorned saree.
She heavy breasts, concealed under the saree, brushed against my head a
couple of times when she came to serve me the pooris. When I glanced at
her, she smiled shyly, aware that her little gesture had not gone
unnoticed. I felt like some royalty who was being served by these two
women, one a mature 48-year old mother of two, and the other, her own
23-year old buxom daughter. The Red Bull seemed to have revived me,
and my tired cock, since I felt my cock stiffen even while I was eating, as I
contemplated the night ahead of me.

Once, when she was serving me hot poori, I said to her with a smile "Didi
... you smell great..." having noted that she was wearing some really good
perfume. She beamed upon hearing that, and lowering her head to
almost whisper in my ear, said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... that's because
I have used the perfume you gifted me..." a fond expression on her face.
This was the second time she was telling me exactly the same thing, and I
mentally patted myself for having thought of that.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I excused myself and washed my hands in the
small washbasin in their kitchen. Only after I'd finished did they sit down
to eat. To their immense surprise and pleasure, I insisted on serving
them as they ate; a gesture that won me a few more brownie points with
this mother-daughter pair. Once they'd finished, and were clearing the
plates, I settled down to watch the daily news on their old barely
functional TV. I made a mental note to buy a new TV for this household,
as a thank you gesture for what they'd been doing for me.
After finishing washing the vessels, Mayuri ben and Seema didi returned
to the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mayuri ben
placed her thick pudgy hand on my thigh and asked "So beta ... did you
like the food aunty made for you today..." her thick blunt featurd face
creasing into a smile. "Oh it was yummy, aunty ... I loved it..." I said
earnestly, even as I watched her remove her spectacles and clean them
on the pallu of her white saree.
Seema was standing there at the door, and when Mayuri ben looked
towards her, she asked in a small voice "Um ... shall I go inside,
mummy..." "Yes, beti ... you go inside ... and make the bed ready for
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Jignesh beta..." she said matter of factly. I noticed that some unsaid
message had been passed on to Seema didi by her mother, and she just
nodded her head in understanding. Giving me a tentative smile, Seema
didi vanished into their bedroom. For a while I'd forgotten the primary
reason for my being here. Seeing Seema didi go into the bedroom, it
came back to me suddenly as to why I was here.
As awkwardness with the whole setup crept into me, I felt Mayuri ben
shift and slide closer to me on their sofa. Gazing at me through those
gold-rimmed spectacles I'd gifted her, she asked softly "Beta ... tum
Seema se khush to ho na..." "Uh ... yes aunty ... why're you asking a
question like that..." I replied, my face reflecting my puzzlement.
Continuing to gaze at me, as her hands gently caressed my thighs, she
replied "Nothing ... I just felt like you were a little tense..." looking at me
closely. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, avoiding her piercing
gaze.
Leaning towards me, pressing her humongous mammaries to my arms,
she reached out to touch my chin and asked in a low voice "Tell me, beta
... what is bothering you ... I can see it in your eyes..." her eyes still boring
into mine. Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said "Oh aunty ... I
don't know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these
things ... this way ... with Seema didi..." Looking at her, I continued "Are
you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she's not
doing something that she doesn't want to do..." the expression on my face
relaying the hesitation I felt.
Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled. Then placing her left arm around
my back and leaning towards me so that her massive heavy 42-D breasts
were once again pressed to my shoulders, she said in a gentle voice "Oh
beta ... why do you still have doubts ... do you think I don't know my own
daughter..." continuing to look into my eyes. Seeing that I still did not
seem to be convinced, she continued "Do you know what she told me
after you went to her at the massage parlor... ?" a loving expression on
her face. "What did she say?" I asked, looking at her. "She said ... that
after the way you treated her that day ... she has in her heart given her
body and soul to you..." that same fond expression on her face.
"You are not a customer for her, Jignesh beta ... you are so much more
for her ... you are the first man who has treated her with respect ... in
spite of knowing what work she does..." she continued, a serious
expression on her face. As I looked at Mayuri ben, I couldn't decide
whether I should hate her for what she was getting her daughter to do, or
love her for the same. Shaking my head, I sighed "Oh aunty ... that's just
because she's such a wonderful human being ... what have I done..."
dropping my gaze to my lap. "Aisa tum sochte ho, beta ... wo nahi..." she
said gently, once again caressing my thigh.
Sensing my discomfort, she said "But if you don't want her, beta ... then I
won't force you..." her voice conveying her disappointment. "Oh aunty ...
you know that's not true ... you know how I feel..." I said, placing my
hand over hers and squeezing her fingers. She beamed on hearing that,
and snuggling up closer to me, slid her hand upwards on my thigh till her
fingers came to rest on my crotch. I was wearing a pair of comfortable
khakis along with a polo-neck t-shirt, and thanks to some extent to the
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trusty Red Bull, my cock had stiffened considerably inside my pants.

Feeling the lump in my pants with her thick fingers, she smiled at me
seductively, a merry twinkle in her bespectacled eyes. Caressing my
hardness through the thick fabric of my khakis, she said huskily "I can
feel it beta ... how you feel..." her fingers gently squeezing my hardness.
"Oh aunty..." I whispered, turned on immensely by her gesture. "I can't
help it whenever I am near you, aunty..." I said softly, a helpless
expression on my face. "I know, beta ... I know..." she said in a low voice,
continuing to caress my hardness through my pants
"I know that you are more attracted to me ... than Seema..." Continuing
to gaze at me with that loving expression, she continued "I take that as a
huge compliment, beta ... this..." once again squeezing my hardening
member through my khakis " ... and that's why I've invited you to spend
the night with both of us ... I know that you need me also ... and that ...
having me also there with you ... will help you ... umm ... perform
better..." she added, slightly embarrassed at what she herself was saying.
My cock gave an involuntary lurch inside my khakis on hearing how this
48-year old mature woman was inviting me to fuck her and her daughter
together!
I had no idea this was what her plan was, since I was under the
impression that it was just going to be me spending the night with Seema
alone. My heartbeat went up noticeably when I realized that tonight was
actually going to be a threesome with Mayuri ben and her 23-year old
daughter Seema! "Ohh aunty..." I groaned " ... yes, it will mean a great
deal to me also ... if you're there ... I will need your guidance, aunty ...
to..." my voice hoarse, even as I placed my hand over hers in my lap and
pressed it to my hardness.
"Yes, beta ... I know..." she said reassuringly " ... and I promise you
tonight will be the best night you've ever had in your life..." her voice too
husky with the arousal she too possibly felt at the thought of having a
young stud like me in her bed along with her young daughter. "Come,
beta..." she said huskily, getting up from the sofa and pulling me by the
hand " ... Seema will be waiting for you..." I got up and followed her
meekly, pulled along by her hand.
As I followed Mayuri ben, and entered their master bedroom, I saw
Seema didi sitting on the bed, with her knees bent and pulled up towards
her bosom. Upon seeing us, she got up from the bed and came towards
me, her anklets making a soft jingling sound. The bedroom was dimly lit,
with only an old night lamp on in once corner. The curtains were drawn,
though the ventilators on top of the windows were left open to let the
cool outside air come in. On the whole, it was a very romantic ambiance
in the room, with the fan rotating at a moderate speed, causing the
curtains to billow intermittently.
As Seema didi came towards me, she went down on her knees and
touched my feet. "What are you doing, didi..." I exclaimed, bending
forward instantly to hold her by her shoulders and pull her up.
"Aashirwaad do usse, beta..." Mayuri ben said softly from my side " ... ki
usko zindagi mein aage chalkar sukh mile ... aur ek acchha pati bhi..."
Raising her head to look at me as Mayuri ben said these words, Seema
didi gazed at me with her big round moist eyes.
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This display of devotion and love was too much for me to take, and with a
groan I pulled Seema didi to her feet. On an impulse, I pulled her
towards me and hugged her tightly; unmindful of the fact that Mayuri
ben was also in the room. As her head rested against my shoulder, and I
felt her firm heavy breasts under the saree press against my chest, I
kissed her gently on her head and said softly "Main kaun hota hoon
aapko aashirwaad dene wall, didi ... main to ... main to bas yeh dua
karoonga ... ki bhagwaan aapko har wo khushi de ... jo aapko milni
chaahiye..." my voice hoarse with emotion.
Seema didi just shivered, and wrapped her hands around my back,
holding on to me tightly. As I glanced at Mayuri ben, I saw her quickly
wipe a tear that had rolled down her cheek. After all, perhaps this woman
was not the heartless slut that I'd thought she was, I thought to myself.
With a gently smile, she too approached us, and wrapped her thick fleshy
arms around both of us. We stood like that for a moment; all three of us
lost in our own private thoughts. After a while, I pulled away from both
of them awkwardly.
Taking my hand, Mayuri ben led me to the bed, and said softly "Aao
beta..." her eyes conveying that she wanted me to get on to the bed. The
bed was a full-sized double bed, and they had put a fresh white sheet on
the bed. As if in preparation for the night, three old but comfortable
pillows were propped up at the head of the bed, encased with matching
white pillow covers. As I settled down on the bed, my back resting
against the pillow at the head of the bed, Mayuri ben began to take off
her plain white saree. As I watched her, my mouth dry with anticipation,
she looked at Seema didi and said to her gently "Tu pan saadi kaadhi
naakh, beta..." in her native tongue, indicating that she wanted her
daughter also to take off her saree. "Haa, mummy..." Seema didi replied
in a soft whisper, glancing once at me, before pulling her eyes away.
To Be Continued..
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2018
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RE: Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) - sarit11 - 14th December,

2018
My dear Heisenberg
continue and complete it.
Part - 28
My stiff cock hardened further when I heard this mature lady tell her
daughter to remove her saree, in front of me. My breath quickening, I
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watched with rapt attention as first Mayuri ben, and then Seema didi
proceeded to undrape the saree from their bodies. Mayuri ben's
humungous 42-D mature breasts encased in that old fashioned white
blouse came to my view first, as she removed the saree completely and
dropped in on the floor near the bed. The matching white petticoat which
she wore underneath was tied well below her huge flabby belly, and her
deep navel was on display for me between the fleshy folds of her belly.
Seema didi on the other hand, was avoiding looking at me, as she too
quickly untied her maroon chiffon saree from her body. As she also
dropped her saree, albeit carefully, on a chair next to the bed, I was
presented with the sight of her magnificent firm, fleshy and heavy set
body clad only in her maroon blouse and matching petticoat. Her firm
34-C breasts seemed to be straining to come out of her rather tight
blouse, and her belly although not exactly flat, had just the right amount
of flesh on it.
As Mayuri ben got on the bed, and settled down with her back towards
the headrest, right next to me, Seema didi stood there tentatively, in only
her blouse and petticoat looking incredibly sexy in the dim light, her
dangling earrings, the elaborate necklace, and those bangles on her
hands, glittering mildly in the dim light. Mayuri ben nodded to her, and
she came towards the bed, and slid up on it, to sit next to me. Not
knowing what to do next, and my heart thudding in my chest at this
incredible set up, I turned to look at Mayuri ben, a helpless expression in
my eyes.
"Lie down, beta..." she said to me gently, pushing me down. I slid
forward on the bed, and lay down stiffly, my head resting on the
comfortable firm cotton pillow. "Ek minute, beta..." she said to me softly,
and leaning forward began to pull my t-shirt off my torso. Paralyzed with
excitement, I mutely raised my hand and allowed her to peel off my t-
shirt from my torso. Dropping it on the floor alongside her discarded
saree, Mayuri ben placed her thick pudgy palm on my well-muscled
chest, and said softly "Remember, beta ... we both love you very much..."
her hot breath against mine. "Aai jaa, beta..." she said to Seema didi
gently, beckoning to her to come closer to me.
As Seema didi complied and slid towards me on the bed, still sitting
sideways, with her feet bent at the knees. In this position, she was sitting
on my left side, facing me, with her back towards me feet. Mayuri ben on
the other hand, was sitting on my right side, with her back towards the
headrest of the bed, and her feet stretched out towards the foot of the
bed. A silent nod was exchanged between mother and daughter, as
Mayuri ben cradled my head in her thick arms, and bending towards me,
kissed me full on my lips. "Oh beta..." she moaned softly, as she caressed
my cheeks and thrust her thick wet tongue into my mouth.
"Unnhh..." I moaned under my breath, as I felt Mayuri begin to tongue
my mouth passionately, her heavy mammoth breasts in the blouse,
resting heavily on my shoulder. Just as I closed my eyes to enjoy the
sensation of the lusty Mayuri ben kissing me, I felt Seema didi also bend
forward, and placing her palm on my taut belly, begin to kiss my chest.
"Unnhh..." I moaned again, as I felt Seema didi begin to place soft tender
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kisses on my chest and belly, and then to my intense arousal, beginning

to run her tongue along my chest and nipples.
My arms were pinned down on either side of me by both these women
leaning on me, and I had no choice but to lie there and enjoy the
sensation. The 48-year old mammoth-breasted mother tonguing my
mouth passionately, while the 23-year old firm-breasted daughter was
kissing and licking my chest, paying special attention to my tiny erect
nipples. Pulling her mouth away from mine, Mayuri ben said softly to
Seema didi "Come her, beti..." Seema didi straightened from where she
was bent over my chest, and slid forward toward my face, still sitting on
the bed on her knees. "Take off your necklace, beti ... otherwise it will
hurt Jignesh..." she said gently.
I couldn't help but be amazed at how thoughtful this lusty 48-year old
widow was. As Seema didi reached behind her neck to undo the clasp of
her elaborate necklace, Mayuri ben looked down at me fondly from
where she was half lying by my side, and holding my head propped up in
her fleshy arms. Placing the necklace on the chair which was lying next to
the bed, Seema didi slid forward towards me again on her knees. She
glanced at her mother once, as if asking for some permission, and then
getting the signal to go ahead from her mother, she bent forward and
gently kissed me on my mouth.
She cupped my face with both her hands, and kissed me gently. The
contrast in the way she kissed me couldn't be more evident. While
Mayuri ben had thrust her tongue into my mouth, and kissed me
wantonly, Seema didi seemed to gently probe my lips with her tongue, as
if seeking permission to open my mouth. With a groan, I opened my
mouth and slid my tongue into her mouth. As our tongues intertwined,
she moaned softly, and began to kiss me with passion, albeit gently.
Mayuri ben, who was still cradling my head in her arms, was watching us
fondly, and then began to gently caress my chest with her thick pudgy
hands. As I closed my eyes, and kissed Seema didi, Mayuri ben slid her
hand down my torso, till it eventually came to rest on my erection
protruding through my khaki pants. Placing her palm on my hardness
through my pant, she squeezed it gently, eliciting another moan from me.
Feeling my body shudder when Mayuri ben squeezed my cock, Seema
pulled her lips away gently and sat up again. Her thick lips were parted,
and some of the subtle lipstick she'd applied had come off, deposited on
my lips instead.
She was breathing a little faster now, and I could see how sexy she looked
with a few strands of her tightly tied hair in disarray and her firm bosom
encased so tightly inside her blouse, heaving gently. "Didi..." I said
huskily, extracting my left hand from where it was trapped between her
legs and my hips, and reaching out to touch her breasts. Sensing what I
needed, she leant forward again, and taking my hand in hers, pressed it
against the firm flesh of her round 34-C breasts inside the blouse & bra.
Seeing this, Mayuri ben extracted her arm from under my head, where
she'd been cradling my head, and sat up on the bed. Turning to her
daughter, she said "Have blouse kaadhi naakh, dikra..." in her native
tongue, indicating that she wanted her daughter to take off her blouse
now. The way Mayuri ben was instructing her daughter on what to do
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and when, was turning me on immensely, and I turned to look at her

with an expression of lust. She looked at me and smiled that same fond
smile of her. Continuing to smile, she began to unbutton the hooks of her
own blouse too, even as Seema too started to do the same.
Lying on the bed like this, in between these two voluptuous women, a
mother and her own daughter, watching them as they opened the hooks
of their blouse, a little shiver went through my spine. Mayuri ben was the
first to take off her blouse, and as she pulled it down her sleeves and
dropped it on the floor, I was presented with the sight of her incredibly
large 42-D breasts struggling to remain confined inside that matronly
old-fashioned white bra of hers. In contrast, Seema didi, who had also
managed to take off her blouse now, was clad in a black bra, her 34-C
rounded breasts, firm and heavy in her lacy black bra.
I licked my lips inadvertently, as I watched these two contrasting pair of
bra-clad breasts. "Bra pan kaadhi naakhoon, mummy..." Seema didi
asked her mother in almost a whisper, her eyes darting shyly to mine.
Feeling Mayuri ben's gaze on mine, I turned to look at her. There was a
questioning smile on her face, as if she was seeking my opinion on the
matter. I just nodded my head. Smiling, she looked at her daughter and
said gently "Haa beta ... kaadhi naakh..." The manner in which Mayuri
ben was in control of her daughter amazed me, and it showed the kind of
control she had over her 23-year old daughter.
As Seema didi reached behind her back to open the hooks of her bra, I
was surprised to see Mayuri ben also do the same. Pulling off her bra
from her shoulders, Mayuri ben bared those huge flabby mountainous
breasts of hers to my view again. I saw Seema didi also glance at her
mother's breasts with a hint of envy, as Mayuri ben hefted one of her
heavy volleyball sized mature sagging breasts in her hand, and fed it to
me. With a groan, I took hold of the heavy hanging flesh of her tits, and
opening my mouth clamped my mouth around the proferred pencil thick
erect nipple.
At the same time, as my face by buried in the mammary flesh of Mayuri
ben, and I was starting to suck ardently on them, I felt Seema didi take
my left hand in hers, and press it to her bared breasts also. Pulling my
face away from Mayuri ben's breasts, I looked at Seema didi. She was
gazing at me intently, as she pressed my palm to the firm flesh of her
heavy rounded 34-C breasts. The contrast of the feel of their breasts
couldn't be any starker; Mayuri ben's 42-D mammaries feeling soft and
saggy, while Seema didi's 34-C ones feeling firm and hard.
Having both these women's tits to play with, I was in seventh heaven.
Spoilt for choice, I decided to shift my attention to Seema didi, since she
seemed to be beseeching me to pay attention to her tits, the way she was
holding my hands pressed to them. I nodded to her imperceptibly, and
she immediately leant forward, dangling her firm heavy breasts in front
of my face for me to suck on.
With a moan, I slid my tongue out, and began to lick on Seema didi's
breasts. I did not start to suck on her nipples immediately, instead
focused on caressing her right breast with my hand, while I ran my
tongue all over the rounded flesh of her left breast, licking the underside.
"Oh Jignesh bhai..." she cried softly, as she felt me making love to her
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breasts with my tongue, and her hands clutched my hair. Not to be left
out, Mayuri ben too breathed "Yes, dikra..." and leaning forward clutched
one of her heavy dangling mammaries and began to rub them on my
face.
Maddened with lust, I clutched one each of their fantastic breasts in my
hand, and began to alternately lick and suck on them, moaning with lust
continuously. Closing my eyes, as I went berserk on their breasts, I tried
to picturize the scene. Me lying on the bed, with a 48-year old mature
woman and her 23-year old daughter on either side of me, stripped of
their blouse and bra, and feeding me their magnificent, though
contrasting breasts! I felt Seema didi clutch my hair harder, as I feasted
on her breasts, while Mayuri ben kept uttering gurgling noises from her
throat. Her hand slid down my body again, and I felt her fingers starting
to unhook the buckle of my trousers.
Sliding her fingers inside my trousers after pulling down the zip of my
fly, she felt my rigid shaft through the underwear, as if testing if it was
hard enough. Seemingly satisfied, she pulled her hand away and gently
patted Seema didi on her bare back, as she was sitting on her knees bent
forward, feeding me her breasts, her eyes closed in rapture. Feeling
Mayuri ben's touch on her back, Seema opened her eyes and
straightened. As I looked at Mayuri ben questioningly, she asked me
gently "Are you ready now, beta..." Not fully comprehending the meaning
of her question, I still mumbed a "Yes, aunty..."
With a smile, she turned to Seema and said to her softly "Have aamnu
pant kaadhi naakh, beta..." indicating that she wanted Seema to take off
my pants. Hearing this, Seema glanced at me, a searching look in her
eyes. When I nodded my assent, she too nodded back and quickly slid
down on the bed towards my feet. Still on her knees, she reached forward
to hook her fingers at the waist of my khaki trousers, and gently pulled it
off. Seeing the bulge caused by my erect shaft inside my white
underwear, she glanced at me first with a look of desire, and then turned
to look at Mayuri ben. Anticipating her question, Mayuri ben said with a
smile "Haa, beta ... e pann..." indicating that she wanted Seema didi to
remove my underwear also.
Almost reverently, Seema didi hooked her fingers under the elastic of my
underwear, and gently slid it down my thighs. I helped her by lifting my
hips off the bed, and my hard cock sprang out like an angry cobra,
slapping against my belly. Even before Seema didi had managed to
extract my underwear from my ankles, Mayuri ben reached out and took
hold of my hard cock in her thick pudgy hands. She was also sitting on
her knees now by my side facing me, and as her thick fingers closed
around the girth of my ramrod like cock, she cooed "Jo to Seema ... ketlo
mast chhe ne Jignesh beta no laudo..." which meant she was telling how
good my hard cock looked.
"Haa, mummy..." Seema said in almost a whisper, her eyes riveted to my
throbbing hard cock. My swollen cock head had slipped out of the
foreskin, largely due to the liberal amount of pre-cum I had already
secreted, and the helmet shaped purple tip was wet and shiny. Even
before I could react, Mayuri ben bent forward suddenly, and with a
throaty moan, took the swollen blood-gorged tip of my cock into her
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mouth. "Auntieeee..." I groaned as I felt her wet mouth close around the
tip of my cock, and her thick tongue began to lash against the sensitive
tip of my cock.
Seema didi watched with an inflamed look in her eyes, as her lusty
mother sucked on the tip of my cock ardently. I thought I saw a tinge of
envy in her eyes. Feeling my eyes, on her she turned to look at me.
"Didi..." I whispered to her, reaching out for her with my left hand. With
a sigh, she took hold of my hand in hers, and once again pressed it to her
heavy firm breasts, and whispered "Yes Jignesh bhai, I will..." her eyes
telling me that she was just waiting for her turn. Mayuri ben was going
berserk on my cock now, and by now she had taken in almost the entire
length of my hard cock in her mouth.
As she bobbed her head up and down furiously, making the tip of my
cock touch against her larynx each time she took it in, she kept emitting
low throaty grunts of "Ummmhh ... Ummmhh..." Maddened with lust, I
reached out with my right hand and grabbed hold of her hair which was
tied in a bun. Grabbing the bun, I began to roughly push her head down
on my cock, making her to take my cock deeper and deeper. I knew she
liked it rough, and when I pushed her head down on my swollen cock,
she just opened her mouth wider and actually took it into her cavernous
throat, her nose buried in the thatch of my crinkly pubic hair. Her hands
were fondling my swollen balls at the same time, and she seemed intent
on sucking me off there and then.
Afraid that I might come in her mouth, I grabbed her hair by the bun
again, and pulled her head up, saying "Please ... aunty ... I won't be able
to..." Hearing my pleading tone, she slid her mouth off my cock, and sat
up. Her mammoth chest heaving, she looked at me through those gold-
rimmed glasses of hers and smiled. "You are so sweet, beta..." she sighed,
taking my hand in hers and pressing it to the pendulous flesh of her
hanging mammaries. I wondered what is it that she'd found 'sweet' about
someone who'd just grabbed her head and thrust it down his cock only a
few moments back.
Turning to Seema who'd been silently watching all this, she said huskily
"Chaal dikra ... have taaro waar chhe..." indicating that it was now Seema
didi's turn to suck on my cock. As Seema didi slid forward on her knees
towards my cock, Mayuri ben reached out and cupping one of her huge
pendulous breasts, squeezed it roughly. That was an indication how
turned on she was. She watched with concentration on her face, as
Seema didi bent forward almost reverently and took hold of my cock
gently. Holding my throbbing cock which was wet and slimy with my pre-
cum and Mayuri ben's saliva, she looked at me.
"Yes, didi..." I said to her hoarsely, nodding my head. With a soft sigh,
she bent forward and began to lick the tip of my cock. Unlike Mayuri ben,
who'd simply taken my cock into her mouth and began to suck on it
wantonly, Seema didi went about it almost leisurely, as if savoring the
taste and feel of my cock. Sticking out her thick pink tongue, she ran it
along the shaft many times, paying special attention to the underside of
my cock. Then looking at it intently, she ran her tongue along the swollen
tip, as if tasting it. Unable to bear this teasing treatment she was giving
my cock, I shivered, and reaching out, grabbed one of Mayuri ben's
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mammoth sagging breasts and squeezed it roughly.

She seemed to like it, and responded by moaning "Yes, beta..." leaning
forward to dangle her breasts closer to me. Seema didi glanced at me
once, and then with a sigh opened her mouth to take my swollen cock
head into her mouth. Taking just the tip of my cock into her mouth, she
began to suck on it like a lollipop, running her tongue on it inside her
mouth. "Yes didi ... yes..." I hissed, as Mayuri ben too watched in rapt
attention the loving treatment Seema was giving my cock. "Haa beta,
choos..." she urged her daughter in a throaty voice, reaching out with her
hand to stroke Seema didi's head.
The lascivious way in which Mayuri ben was urging her daughter to suck
on my cock thrilled me, and I fell back on the pillow with a groan. Mayuri
ben then got up from the bed, and walked towards the foot of the bed. As
I watched her attentively, she knelt down at the foot of the bed heavily.
Seema didi to paused her sucking of my cock, and looked at mother
curiously. "Ek takiyo aap ne, beta..." she asked Seema didi, instructing
her to hand her a pillow. Flustered, Seema didi reached out and handed
her one of the three pillows which were lying on the bed.
Taking the pillow from her hand, Mayuri ben glanced at me with a smile
and said "Raise your hips, beta..." Understanding dawning in my eyes, I
lifted my hips off the bed and allowed Mayuri ben to slide the pillow
under by butt. With my butt elevated by the pillow under my hips, she
took hold of my outstretched legs and gently pushed it up. Realizing what
her mother had in mind, Seema didi too helped me lift my legs and bend
it at the knees, baring my ass to her mother. As she glanced at me, I

threw her a gaze which conveyed my discomfiture. She gave me a
reassuring smile, and squeezing my hand, mouthed silently "It's ok ...
just relax..."
Not in a position to do anything else but enjoy, I fell back on the pillow
again with a sigh. With a little moan, Mayuri ben took hold of both my
thighs from below, and began to run her thick wet tongue along the
underside of my swollen balls. I groaned and inadvertently sucked my
stomach in, clenching the muscles of my ass. Seema didi watched in rapt
attention, as her mother tongued my balls. Her hands reached out and
took hold of my swollen cock, and began to stroke them gently again.
I squirmed on the bed, thrilled by the feel of Mayuri ben's tongue on my
cum-filled balls, and reached to cup and squeeze one of Seema didi's
heavy breasts with my free left hand. She hardly noticed it and continued
to watch in rapt attention at the way her mother was going about licking
and sucking on my swollen balls. Sliding her head down further, Mayuri
ben then began to run her tongue on the puckered hole of my anus!
"Auntiee..." I almost shouted, my hips jerking spasmodically as I felt her
wet tonge on my arse hole. "Umm..." she responded, grabbing hold of my
hips, and burying her face in my ass, tonguing my anus wantonly.
My legs went taut, and I had to grab hold of them under my knees to
prevent them from thrashing about. Pulling her mouth away from my ass
momentarily, Mayuri ben said to her daughter "Tu emno choos, dikra..."
asking her to continue sucking on my cock even as she tongued my ass.
Seema didi complied instantly, and with a soft sigh, took my cock in her
wet mouth again. Closing her lips around my shaft, she began to suck on
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my cock head, and sliding her head down on my cock taking more of it
into her mouth.
As for me, I just lay there on the bed, violently squirming, helpless except
to enjoy this exquisite feeling of the 48-year old mature slut licking and
tonguing my virgin asshole, while her 23-year old daughter took my rigid
cock in her mouth and sucked on it lovingly. Unable to bear the
sensations I was undergoing any more, I hissed through clenched teeth
"Auntie ... please stop ... or I'll come..." my voice almost pleading.
Hearing my plea, she stopped and with one final kiss on my ass, stood
up. Seema didi too had sat up, and wiping her mouth where some of her
saliva had dribbled down the sides of her mouth, with the back of her
hand, watched me expectantly.
Padding towards the head of the bed again, her heavy pendulous breasts
swaying, she came and sat down near my chest. Looking down at my face
with a loving yet aroused expression, she asked in a husky voice "Did you
enjoy that, beta..." "Oh yes, auntie ... I ... I loved it..." I gasped. Turning to
Seema, she said to her gently "Beta, now you go and do that for
Jignesh..." Aghast, I grabbed hold of Mayuri ben's hand and said urgently
"No, aunty ... no ... I can't take any more of that, please..." Seema, who
upon hearing her mother's instruction, had gotten up from the bed, also
paused. "Oh beta..." cooed Mayuri ben, caressing my face " ... are you
ready to fuck Seema now..." her husky voice thick with lust. Thrilled at
the manner in which this lusty mature woman was asking me if I was
ready to fuck her daughter, I just gasped "Yes, aunty ... yes..."
Turning to her daughter, Mayuri ben said matter of factly "Have naagi
thhai ja, beta..." indicating that she wanted her to take off her remaining
clothes. Seema didi, who'd been just a silent spectator for a while now,
blushed violently when she heard this, and the color leapt to her fleshy
cheeks. Standing near the foot of the bed from where I could see her
fully, she began to untie the cord of her petticoat that held it at her waist.
As she undid the cord and loosened the maroon petticoat, it slid down
her thick marble thighs and fell around her ankles in a heap. Stepping
out of them, she picked it up and dropped it on the chair along side her
other clothes.
As she stood there in nothing but her black panties, I couldn't help but
marvel at the how sexy she looked. Her hair was tied in a tight bun just
like her mother, and she was plump and heavily built just like her
mother. Her firm 34-C breasts rested heavily on her broad chests capped
by a pair of dark brown nipples and areolas. Her torso tapered into a
relatively fleshy waist, from where they flared out into wide full hips.
She'd inherited the same huge hips and ass of her mother, which made
her in immensely desirable girl. Slowly, she slid her black panties down
and stepped out of them.
As she stood there completely nude, I licked my lips in anticipation. Her
thick lipped pussy had only a sparse covering of pubic hair, as she
seemed to have trimmed them recently. As Mayuri ben saw me gazing at
Seema didi's vagina, she said "I told her not to shave, beta ... because I
thought that you'd like it better with a little hair on it ... isn't that so?" an
anticipatory smile on her face. "Oh aunty..." I said, at this blatant
statement which made her daughter blush, her hands instinctively
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moving to cover her thick puffy vagina. As if suddenly remembering

something, Mayuri ben got up from the bed and without a word, began to
untie the cord of her petticoat too. As she dropped her petticoat around
her ankles, I noticed that she'd not worn any panties underneath.
I had always wondered why most of these women who were housewives
took the pains to wear a bra, but never ever wore panties. Perhaps it was
on account of the fact that most of these women had moved to cities from
villages only after getting married there, and in the village it perhaps
made more sense to not wear any panties; easier to piss that way, and
easier to get fucked that way; all they had to do was lift their ghaagras.
Stepping out of the petticoat bunched around her ankles, Mayuri ben
went and stood next to Seema didi. My cock gave an involuntary lurch as
I gazed at this mother-daughter pair standing totally nude in front of me.
I'd never seen both of them totally nude, and my eyes roved over their
bodies, comparing the similarities and contrasts.
Mayuri ben was a whole head taller than Seema didi, and her frame was
much larger. Her massive flabby pendulous mammaries rested heavily
on a fleshy flabby belly which sort of hung around her waist. But it still
didn't look repulsive because the size of her humungous breasts
overshadowed the flab on her belly, somehow retaining the proportions
of her body. Her massive tree-trunk like thighs tapered downwards into
strong looking calves and a pair of disproportionately small feet. And of
course there was that massive fleshy ass that wobbled like loosely
kneaded dough when she walked towards Seema didi.
Watching mother and daughter standing nude in front of me side by side,

I noticed the similarities between their body structures. Neither of them
had a curvy figure, instead were rather barrel shaped. Seema too had
inherited the heavy frame of Mayuri ben, although she was much shorter
than Mayuri ben, causing her to look fatter than she actually was. Unlike
Mayuri ben's sagging breasts, her full rounded fleshy breasts just looked
heavy, resting wonderfully on her broad chest.
She had a rather short torso, and her waist began almost where her tits
ended. Consequently, her belly area was small, although very wide and
fleshy. Inspite of the flesh around her belly, she didn't look flabby one
bit. Her wide waist flared out into incredibly wide hips and a pair of full
rounded ass cheeks. Her thighs too were thick and muscular, tapering to
a dimpled knee. Her legs were short, and supported by strong muscular
calves. For a brief moment, both mother and daughter gazed at me, as if
waiting for me to choose between them.
Clearing my throat, I said in a soft voice "Both of you are so beautiful ...
so sexy..." It was as if I had read their mind, and both of them looked at
each other and smiled at about the same time. With a little chuckle,
Mayuri ben said "And both of us are wet and ready for you, beta..." her
voice thick and husky. I clenched my fists on hearing these inviting
words. Mayuri ben slowly padded towards the head of the bed and stood
near my chest. Lifting one of her mammoth thighs, she placed it on the
bed. Then to my utter amazement, she thrust her fingers between the V
of her crotch, and wantonly rubbed her hairy cunt with her fingers.
Looking at me lustily, she thrust two of her fingers into her mature thick
cunt, which she too had recently trimmed, and pumping them in and out
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of cunt a few times, pulled the fingers out. Extending her hand towards
me to show me her wet glistening fingers, she said huskily "Dekho beta ...
kitni geeli ho gayi hoon main tumhare liye..." As I watched her perform
this utterly wanton act, I was tempted to thrust my entire fist into her
thick juicy mature cunt all the way up to my wrist. Licking my lips
inadvertently, I turned to look at Seema didi, who too was watching her
lusty mother with an expression of shock and arousal.
"Seema bhi tumhaare liye geeli ho gayi hai, beta..." she said thickly,
looking at Seema didi pointedly. Beckoning to Seema with her hands, she
said "Aiyhaan aai ja dikra ... Jignesh bhai ne bataay to khari tu ketli
bheeni thhai gayi chhe..." asking her to come towards me and show me
how wet she was too. As Seema didi complied and walked towards us at
the head of the bed, Mayuri ben reached out and gently guided her by her
arms towards me. Gently pushing her towards me, Mayuri ben stood
behind her and said into her ear "Have pag upar kari de, dikra..."
indicating that she wanted Seema didi to raise her leg and place it on the
bed.
Throwing an uncertain glance at her mother, Seema didi complied and
lifted her right leg. Bending it at the knee, she placed it on the bed right
next to my hips, baring her wonderfully puffy lipped moist cunt to me. As
she gazed at me expectantly, Mayuri ben went and stood behind her.
Wrapping her thick heavy arms around Seema didi, she cupped Seema
didi's heavy firm breasts in both her hands and squeezed them rather
hard, eliciting a soft moan from Seema didi's thick parted lips.
My cock jerked violently, when I saw this act of lesbianism between

mother and daughter. Hefting Seema didi's breast in her palms, she
pinched the nipples gently and said to me in a husky whisper "Dekho,
beta ... iski ghundi bhi kitni kadak ho gayi hai..." indicating at how hard
Seema didi's thick nipples had become. She was pressing her massive
mammaries into Seema didi's back and gyrating her hips as if rubbing
her mature wet cunt against Seema didi's prominent ass. With a groan, I
took hold of my throbbing naked cock, and squeezed it hard, trying to
control myself.
Seema didi was watching me with arousal; her lips parted as she
breathed shallowly, as her mother slid her thick hands down her belly,
and parted the thick lightly haired puffy lips of her vagina. "Jo to khari,
Seema ... Jignesh bhai no kevo ubho thhai gayo chhe ... taara maate,
dikra..." Mayuri ben whispered lustily into her daughter's ear, her fingers
wantonly manipulating the wet slit of Seema didi's moist tight cunt, as if
to arouse her further and get her even more wet to receive my cock. As
Mayuri ben's thick finger slid into Seema didi's tight cunt, she squirmed
violently, and biting her teeth, let out a soft cry of arousal, unable to tear
her eyes away from my swollen blood-gorged hard cock which I was
stroking slowly.
"Besi jaa, dikra..." said Mayuri ben softly to her daughter, gently pushing
her towards the bed to sit down. As Seema didi sat down on the bed with
her fleshy ass touching my hips, Mayuri ben knelt down on the floor on
her knees between Seema's thick outstretched thighs. Without a word,
she hefted Seema didi's thick heavy legs on to her shoulders, and buried
her face in Seema didi's cunt! "Mummyyy..." Seeme didi cried,
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instinctively grabbing her mother by the thick bun of her hair " ... aa su
karo chho tame..." biting her lips involuntarily.
I had never seen such an arousing sight in my life; the lusty 48-year old
heavy breasted Mayuri ben licking her own 23-year old daughter's cunt,
in an attempt to prepare her to take my cock inside. Pushing her thick
glasses up on her nose, she said "Tu emno modha ma lai ne choos, dikra
... hu tane taiyaar karoon tyaar sudhi ... emno andar leva maate..." her
voice thick with lust, indicating that she wanted Seema didi to suck on
my cock, as she licked her made her cunt wet enough to take me. With a
moan, Seema didi leant back on to my legs, and twisting her torso,
somehow managed to take my cock into her mouth, even as she
squirmed with the sensations of her mother sucking on her cunt.
Watching these two women, I was beside myself with lust. Grabbing
Seema didi's head by her hair, I pushed her mouth roughly down on my
swollen cock, muttering thickly through clenched teeth "Haan, Seema
didi ... chooso please ... chooso..." making her to bob her head up and
down on my cock in this awkwardly twisted position. With her mouth
stuffed with my cock, Seema didi emitted a throaty groan, as her mother
tongued her moist cunt wantonly, and even slid in a finger to stimulate
her further. Unable to take this any longer, I almost shouted "Bas didi ...
ab ... ab chodo mujhe..." my voice betraying my arousal.
Hearing my words, Mayuri ben pulled her mouth away from Seema didi's
pussy, and said thickly "Jaldi kar, dikra ... chadhi jaa tu emna upar..."
indicating that she wanted Seema didi to climb on to my cock now. With
a soft moan, Seema didi twisted around, and quickly straddled my hips.
Sitting on a squatting position with her legs on either side of my hips, she
positioned her thick pudgy moist cunt over my quivering cock.
Supporting herself by her arms on either side of my torso, with her heavy
firm breasts dangling forward enticingly, she looked into my eyes with
her cunt poised over my cock, as if seeking my permission.
Reaching out to grab on of her heavy dangling breasts with my right
hand, I squeezed them roughly and muttered "Yes didi ... now..." Even as
Seema didi nodded her head almost imperceptibly, her mother reached
out with her hand between us, and took hold of my cock in her thick
pudgy hands. Holding my cock upright with her hand, she said thickly
"Baisi jaa, beta..." indicating that she wanted her daughter to sit on my
cock now. With a sigh, Seema didi lowered her heavy buttocks onto my
pelvis, and with her mother holding my cock upright in position, lowered
herself on to my rigid shaft.
"Uuiii maaa..." Seema didi cried through clamped lips, as the thick
mushroom-shaped head of my blood-gorged cock spread the tight thick
lips of Seema didi's young cunt. Closing her eyes shut, she clamped her
lips together, and let out a deep throaty cry, as she let her weight come
down on my cock fully. "Hnnnhhh..." I groaned, as I felt the slick wet
glove-like cunt of my loving 23-year old Seema didi wrap around my
painfully throbbing cock. Seema didi was no virgin, but inspite of that
her cunt felt like it was not used to taking cocks of this size inside. I felt a
surge of pride course through me, as I watched at the way Seema didi
was struggling to take my thick cock inside her.
With another cry of "Oooohhhh, mummyyyy..." Seema didi lowered
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herself fully on my torso, my hard cock buried to the hilt inside her
young moist thick-lipped cunt. With my cock fully inside her, she rested
for a moment in that position, getting used to the feel of my thick cock
stretching her cunt walls. Mayuri ben, who'd stood up by now, and was
watching all this intently, licked her lips, and cradling Seema didi's face
to her humongous breasts, whispered gently "Shabaash dikra..." As if on
cue, Seema didi leant forward, and supporting the weight of her body on
her arms which were placed on either side of my torso on the bed, she
began to slowly raise and drop her buttocks on to my pelvis, causing her
thick wet cunt to slide up and down along my hard rigid shaft.
Her head was bent forward, as she gazed at the union of our bodies, my
cock disappearing into her cunt each time she lowered her big heavy ass.
Raising her head to look at me through her lust inflamed eyes, her wheat
complexioned face clouded with blood that had rushed to her plump
cheeks; she said in a husky whisper "Jignesh bhai ... aapko..." unable to
complete her sentence, as the sensation of my thick cock inside her
ravaged her heavy-set plump young body. "Haan, didi ... haan ... acchha
lag raha hai..." I said back hoarsely, understanding what she was
meaning to ask.
Mayuri ben, in the mean time, was standing next to Seema didi who was
riding my cock, and with her massive breasts pressed against Seema
didi's back, said to her fiercely "Zor thhi kar, dikra ... zor thhi... "urging
her to fuck me harder, even as she reached down with her pudgy hands
and began to manipulate my balls from behind Seema didi's prodigious
ass, which were swollen to their limit by now. As Seema didi

concentrated on fucking me harder from top, raising and lowering her
hips faster, making smacking sounds each time her heavy buttocks
slapped against my pelvis, she began to emit deep throaty grunts of
"Hnnhh ... hnnhh ... hnnhh..." her breath coming in gasps.
I was tempted to start lifting my hips and fuck her from below as well,
but resisted the temptation to do so. Clutching the bed sheets with my
fingers, I stiffened my thighs and pelvis, preparing myself to bear the
assault that Seema didi was subjecting my cock to from above. Seema
didi's eyes were screwed shut, her heavy firm 34-C breasts shuddering
and quivering each time she smacked her hips on to mine. Her mother
was staring at my cock disappearing into her daughter's young cunt with
rapt attention, licking her lips involuntarily.
"Chod taara Jignesh bhai ne zor thhi, dikra ... chod..." she urged her
daughter huskily, indicating that she wanted Seema didi to fuck me
harder now. Mayuri ben's eyes were glazed with lust now, as she watched
her 23-year old daughter fuck me from top. Straightening her back, even
as her eyes never left my cock and her daughter's cunt, she stood back to
watch us. To my utter arousal, she parted her thighs in that standing
position, and began to furiously rub her own mature lightly haired cunt,
thrusting one or two of her thick pudgy fingers deep into the slippery wet
cavernous depth of her cunt.
Continuing to finger herself furiously, she reached up with her left hand
and began to squeeze and knead the dangling heavy flabby flesh of her
mammoth mammaries. To me, watching a woman finger and pleasure
herself was one of the most erotic sights in the world, and inspite of
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myself, I cried out "Auntieee..." even as her daughter continued to pump

her hips up and down on my cock, sending my cock spearing into new
depths inside her young pussy. "Haan, beta..." Mayuri ben responded
when she heard my cry.
Without a word, she walked heavily towards me, her huge pendulous
breasts swinging, and proceeded to sit on the bed near by head. "Aai ja,
beta..." she whispered huskily, as she gently lifted my head and placed it
in her lap. Cradling my head in her heavy pudgy arms, she hefted one of
her humongous jack fruit sized mammaries in her hand, and fed it to me.
"Lo beta ... chooso..." she said huskily, as she thrusted her big thick
nipple towards my hungry lips. With a groan, I grabbed her mountainous
breasts, and clamped my mouth on it hard. As Seema didi watched me
lustily, I began to suck on her mother's tits hard, emitting deep throat
moans each time Seema didi thrust her tight moist cunt down on my
cock.
Lying in the lap of this mature 48-year old widowed school teacher and
sucking on her massive fleshy breasts, even as her 23-year old busty
daughter squatted over my hips, driving her tight thick lipped cunt on to
my cock, was a dream come true for me. From the glazed look in Seema
didi's eyes, as she watched her mother feed me her humongous breasts, I
could make out that she was immensely aroused. As if to prove that, she
began to thrust herself on my cock with renewed vigor, sending my cock
into unexplored depths of her tight slick cunt.
From the way Seema did was beginning to moan almost continuously
now, I could make out that she was nearing her orgasm. Continuing to
pound her cunt on my cock, her breath escaping her thick parted lips in
shallow gasps, she breathed "Jignesh bhai ... main ... main..." unable to
say what she wanted to. "Yes didi ... yes..." I whispered back huskily,
looking her in the eye " ... I want you to come ... yes..." Feeling her pussy
muscles beginning to clamp and squeeze my cock now, she looked at her
mother with imploring eyes, and cried "Mummy..." Understanding her
daughter's predicament, Mayuri ben looked at me, still cradling my head
against her pendulous breasts, and whispered "Beta ... uska abhi paani
chhootne waala hai ... kya tum bhi taiyyar ho..."
Hearing this woman utter these words, speaking on behalf of her
daughter who was impaled on my thick cock and was about to come, I
almost shot my load. With a groan, I clenched my pelvice muscles to
prevent myself from coming, and said hoarsely "Aunty ... please ... main
chaahta hoon ki didi ... ki didi ka ho jaaye..." With a knowing smile,
Mayuri ben caressed my chest, and turning to Seema didi said "Beta ...
emni icchha chhe ki tane sukh malle pehla ... taaru amna chhootwa
maate taiyyar chhe to ... chhodi naakh tu ... emni chinta naa kart u ...
emno hoon kaadhi naakhis pachhi..." conveying to Seema didi that I
wanted her to cum first, and that even if I was not able to come now,
she'd take care of that later.
Hearing these words, Seema didi looked at me with what could only be
termed as love, and whispered "Oh Jignesh bhai..." "Yes, didi..." I replied,
looking her in the eye, and reaching out to hold her by her broad hips.
Feeling my hands on her hips, Seema didi let go of her, and began to
thrust herself down on me with renewed energy. "Jignesh bhaiiiii..." she
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almost screamed through clenched teeth as the first wave of her

impending orgasm hit her. To my credit, I controlled my spasming cock
somehow, even as I felt her wet pussy spasm and clench my cock
repeatedly, as the throes of her orgasm hit her.
To Be Continued..
Part -29 - Heisenberg - 14th December, 2018
Part - 29
"Ohh maaa..." she screamed, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and
she threw her head back, and cried out through clenched teeth. Watching
this 23-year old buxom girl get her orgasm as she rode me, her thick
heavy body heaving and quivering with excitement, was a sight to behold.
With one last throaty cry, she collapsed on top of me, her heavy heaving
breasts mashed against my chest. "Oh Jignesh bhai ... oh Jignesh bhai..."
she breathed repeatedly, even as she gasped and tried to suck in huge
lungfuls of air. Mayuri ben too reached out with her hands and began to
caress Seema didi's heaving back, as she lay limp on my torso, her body
heaving.
Feeling an inexplicable tenderness course through me, I wrapped my

arms around Seema didi's heavy back, and caressed it gently. Her face
was buried on my shoulders, and I could feel her heart thudding inside
her chest. Turning her face towards me, I caressed her cheeks gently, and
kissed her softly on her lips. She responded with passion, and opening
her mouth, slid her wet tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with all her
pent up passion. As I looked up at Mayuri ben, I saw her gazing at me
with a tender expression on her face through her thick rimmed glasses.
Watching the lusty Mayuri ben, I couldn't help but wonder how many
mothers existed in this world, who would get a young guy like me to fuck
her daughter, and then watch it not only with satisfaction, but also
tenderness. Seema didi lay on top of me like that for a long time,
breathing heavily, and trying to restore her senses. Finally, Mayuri ben
nudged her gently, and said softly "Have emna upar thhi ubhi thhai jaa,
beta ... nahi to emno phari dheelo padi jase..." indicating that she wanted
Seema didi to get up from my body, or else my cock would lose its
hardness. My cock had slipped out of Seema didi's pussy now, and was
nudging against her ass crack.
As Seema didi slid off my torso, she looked into my eyes with an
expression of love and shyness. On an impulse, she cupped my face and
kissed me passionately on the mouth again, muttering "Thank you,
Jignesh bhai ... thank you..." Her motherly instincts taking over, she
pulled me into her lap just like her mother had some time back, and
cradled my head in her arms. Pressing my head to her heavenly firm
bosom, she hefted one of her heavy 34-C firm breasts in her hand, and
rubbed it gently over my face, making her nipples graze my lips.
With a moan, I opened my mouth and took her proffered nipple into my
mouth, and began to suck on it adently. She pressed my face further to
her bosom, and throwing her head back, let out a contented sigh. Mayuri
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ben, who had been watching this, went towards my hips, and bending
down, took hold of my cock which had lost some of its hardness now.
Sitting down heavily next to my hips, she bent forward and without a
word took my turgid cock into her wet mouth. I was yet to come across a
woman who sucked my cock as wantonly as Mayuri ben did, or who
could take my entire cock into her mouth with such ease.
Emitting a low throaty grunt, she pushed her mouth down till my cock
was buried in her throat, and her lips were touching the base of my cock,
her nose nudging against my pubic hair. "Oh auntieee..." I groaned, as
she swallowed and began to suck on my cock, without ever letting it come
out of her mouth. She was sucking on with just gusto that I felt my cock
quiver and harden in no time. Even after my cock rose to its full
hardness, she did not let go of it, and opened her mouth wider,
swallowing her saliva every now and then, allowing the swollen tip of my
cock to enter her throat. Her saliva was drooling out of the sides of her
mouth, and was oozing down the length of my cock.
"Bas, auntie ... bas..." I hissed, grabbing her by the bun of her hair and
pulling her head away, not wanting to come inside her mouth. As my
swollen shaft slipped out of her salivating mouth with a plop, she wiped
her lips with the back of her hand. There was a satisfied look in her eyes,
as she saw how quickly my cock had been restored to its fully glory.
Taking my cock in her thick pudgy hands, she playfully slapped it against
her huge dangling mammaries, and asked huskily "Beta ... ab tum isko
meri ghaand mein daaloge ... ghaand maaroge tum Mayuri maasi ki..."
her eyes blazing with lust.

Stunned, I felt my cock quiver in her hands, even as I swallowed
involuntarily, unable to answer her. As my eyes flew to Seema didi's face,
who was still holding my head cradled in her arms, I saw her nod her
head gently, as if giving me permission to go head. Wordlessly, I nodded
my head, still unable to speak. With a smile, Mayuri ben got up from the
bed immediately, and said to Seema didi matter of factly "Drawer maa
thhi peli tel ni baatli kaadh ne, beta..." instructing her to take out a bottle
of oil from one of the drawers. "Haan, mummy..." Seema didi complied
instantly, and got up to extract the same bottle of Johnson & Johnson
baby oil that Mayuri ben had used earlier too with me.
As she handed the bottle to her mother, Mayuri ben poured a liberal
amount of the oil into her palm and proceeded to rub it along the length
of my cock, making my already wet and slippery cock, slick as a greased
pole. Watching my rigid cock gleam in the dim light of th bedroom with
satisfaction, she handed the bottle back to her daughter, and said "Have
maari ghaand ma thhodu tel lagai de ne, dikra..." indicating that she
wanted Seema didi to apply some of the oil in her ass! Stunned, I
watched in disbelief as Mayuri ben got down on all fours on the bed, and
burying her face in one of the pillows on the bed, raised her humungous
ass up in the air for Seema didi to lubricate.
Glancing at me shyly, Seema didi slid forward on her knees towards
Mayuri ben's uplifted ass, and poured some oil on her massive fleshy and
flabby ass. As she rubbed the oil on Mayuri ben's ass, Mayuri ben spread
her thighs wider. Understanding what her mother wanted, Seema didi
spread the flabby cheeks of Mayuri ben's massive ass, and poured some
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of the oil in to her matured puckered arse-hole! To my utter shock, she

then proceeded to oil her mother's arse-hole with her finger, sliding one
of her oily fingers into the hole that was now visible to her. I was
watching this scene unfolding in front of me, and as I watched Seema
didi lube her own mother's arse-hole with her fingers dipped in oil, my
mouth went dry.
I had never been too excited about anal sex, and part of me still found the
whole concept filthy. Fucking a woman's shit hole had never been my
idea of hygienic sex. However, if there was one ass that I had fantasized
about fucking some times, it had been that glorious ass of my darling
Kalpana aunty. But the loving woman that she was, I knew I would never
get down to doing that. On the contrary, here was the lascivious 48-year
old Mayuri ben, who was old enough to be my mother, inviting me time
and again to fuck her massively endowed ass.
As Seema didi finished applying the baby oil to her mother's puckered
anus, Mayuri ben twisted her head sideways to look at me. Gazing at me
through those thick spectacles of hers, her head supported on the pillow,
and her mountainous ass protruding in the air like some gargantuan
hump, she said "Aai ja mere bete ... ab daal de tera lund teri Mayuri
maasi ki ghaand mein..." Seema too was visibly shocked by this utterly
depraved words being uttered by her venerable mother, and she glanced
at me apprehensively, as if afraid that I might get put off by her filthy
talk.
Not wanting to refuse a gift horse, I slid forward on the bed with alacrity,
and positioned myself behind her uplifted ass on my feet. Bending my

legs at the knees, I positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her
puckered arse-hole. Holding my cock positioned near her ass, I looked at
Seema didi with a questioning look in my eyes. She read my eyes and
clearing her throat, said in a low whisper "Chodo meri mummy ko,
Jignesh bhai ... unko ... unko ... ghaand marwaana bahut acchha lagta
hai..." licking her dry lips, and her eyes glued to my rampant cock near
her mother's massive ass. These utterly filthy words from the otherwise
chaste Seema didi's mouth were the proverbial last straw on the camel's
back for me.
With a grunt, I positioned my cock at Mayuri ben's proffered anal
opening, and pushed the head of my cock in. She had a big arse alright,
but looking at the contrasting sizes of my swollen cock head and her
puckered anal opening, I did not believe that it would go in. There was
total silence in the room, broken only by the sounds of Mayuri ben's
heavy breathing. Holding my breath, I gently pushed my cock into her
asshole, and to my surprise, the opening of her ass yielded and stretched
to take in my cock. "Ummmffff..." Mayuri ben muttered thickly, her voice
muffled by the pillow into which she had buried her face, as she felt my
swollen cock head stretch the tender opening of her mature ass.
Aided to a very large extent by the baby oil that had been generously
applied, my cock head slipped inside her anal orifice with an audible
plop. "Haaaiiii..." Mayuri ben moaned, as I felt as if my cock had been
gripped by a tight velvet glove that wrapped itself around every inch of
my cock head like second skin. I grimaced with pain as I felt a never
experienced before tightness around my cock, the foreskin getting
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pushed back painfully. As I held my cock in place, allowing myself to get

used to the sensation of an ass, Seema didi slid close to me on her knees.
Standing near me on her knees on the bed, she placed her arms on my
back as if to comfort me, and pressed her young firm heavy breasts to my
arms. "Ab zor se dhakka maaro, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered huskily
into my ear, her eyes inflamed with lust. "Haan, beta ... ab ghusa do
tumhaara lund meri ghaand mein..." Mayuri ben hissed through
clenched teeth, as if to reaffirm what her daughter had just said.
Throwing caution to the wind, I braced myself on my feet which were
bent at the knees, and thrust my cock into her ass with one massive
shove. "Haaaiii maaaa ... mari gayi hoon to..." Mayuri ben almost
screamed into the pillow, as my hard swollen oily cock slid into the
depths of her massive arse.
I grimaced and screwed my eyes shut, as my body shivered to come to
terms with the incredibly tight sensation of Mayuri ben's mature ass. If
her 48-year old asshole was this tight, I wondered how it would be with
younger women. Seema didi was enthralled by the sight of my hard thick
cock buried inside her mother's arsehole, and she instinctively reached
forward to caress her mother's quivering ass cheeks. Turning to me, she
whispered again "Ab chodo meri mummy ko, Jignesh bhai ... unki
ghaand ko zor se chodo ... unko yeh bahut acchha lagta hai..." her hands
reaching between her legs to instinctively caress her aroused vulva.
Mayuri ben was trying to relax the muscles of her anus to accommodate
the girth of my thick cock, and as I felt her rectum contract and expand
around my swollen cock, I felt a surge of power course through my body.

Each time I had fucked her cunt in the past, I had this feeling of
inadequacy owing to the rather mediocre size of my cock. But now with
my cock buried in her arse hole, she did not have to put on her act of fake
arousal. As Mayuri ben adjusted her knees to accommodate my cock into
her ass, her massive pendulous 38-D breasts which were hanging like
ripe jack fruits under her torso, quivered.
For some strange reason, the sight of her her dangling mammaries drove
me mad, and with a savage grunt, I began to fuck her ass in earnest. The
pleasure was beginning to overcome the pain, and I nearly screamed
through clenched teeth as I pulled my cock halfway out of her ass, and
then shoved it in again violently, causing the matronly Mayuri ben to let
out a cry of pleasure and pain. "Aaaaiiii maaa ... mari gayi hoon to..." she
screamed again, as my cock began to piston in and out of her ass, my
hips smacking into her humongous ass each time I shoved my cock in.
"Seema..." cried out Mayuri ben through clenched teeth, clutching the
bed sheet on either side of her head " ... thhodu tel naakh beta ... bahu
dukhe chhe mane..." her voice coming in short painful gasps as she asked
her daughter to use some oil as it was beginning to hurt her. Seema didi
complied immediately, and picking up the bottle of baby oil, she poured
it liberally on my cock as it slid outwards. I pulled my cock out till only
the swollen tip was trapped inside her tight ass, and allowed Seema didi
to pour more oil on my cock. Then, with a savage grunt, I thrust my hips
forward again, sending my cock spearing into the depths of the ass.
Once again, she let out a muffled scream of "Ooooohhhh..." as she felt
herself getting stuffed with my thick cock. But this time, my cock was
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able to move with relatively more ease, the oil having helped. I grabbed
hold of Mayuri ben's prodigious flabby ass, and began to pummel into
her driving my cock up to the hilt into her tight anus. "Ohh beta ... oh
beta ... oh beta..." she kept moaning each time my hips thudded into the
quivering flesh of her massive ass. As I began to fuck her in the ass
relentlessly, she cried out through her clenched teeth again to her
daughter. "Seema ... maari choot ma aanglli naakh..." she hissed,
indicating that she wanted her daughter to finger her cunt as I was
fucking her ass.
Seema glanced at me once again, her face clouded with arousal and lust,
and quickly reached under her mother's sagging fleshy belly. Leaning
forward and supporting herself with her left arm, she began to furiously
finger her mother's sopping wet mature cunt, even as I continued to
relentlessly drive my cock in and out of her massive but tight ass. The
sensation of her sphincter tightening and clasping my tortured cock was
too much for me to take; and that coupled with the sight of her own
daughter frigging her mature cunt furiously drove me crazy.
With a loud throaty cry of "Mayuri auntieee..." I erupted inside her ass.
My boiling semen shot out of the slit of my tortured cock head, and filled
the depths of her arse-hole. "Haa dikraa ... haa..." Mayuri ben also cried
out, as she felt my hot semen splash against the walls of her asshole, and
start to ooze out of the puckered hole. "Zor thhi kar, Seema..." Mayuri
ben almost shouted to her daughter, urging her daughter to continue
fingering her cunt, even as my cock jerked and spasmed inside Mayuri
ben's tight asshole. With a groan, I almost fell on Mayuri ben's wide back,
my cock still buried inside her.
Unable to take my weight any more, Mayuri ben to collapsed on her
stomach, taking me along with her. As she fell on to her stomach, my
cock slipped out of her arse. Twisting sideways, she parted her thighs
again, and turning to Seema who was watching my blood red cock in awe
and the thick white semen oozing out of her mother's arsehole, she said
in a husky voice "Ubhi kem thhai gayi tu, Seema ... aanglli naakh ... ane
khalaas kari de mane..." indicating to her daughter to keep fingering her
till she too got her orgasm. Seema didi slid forward between her mother's
thighs with alacrity, and sliding her middle and ring finger inside her
mother's soppy wet cunt, began to finger her furiously.
As I lay on my back next to Mayuri ben, she reached out to me and pulled
my head towards her gargantuan wobbly breasts. Thrusting my head
towards her breasts, she whispered "Choose inko, beta ... please..." her
voice thick with lust. As I began to suck on her thick proffered nipples
and roughtly fondle her sagging breasts, Seema didi continued to finger
her with gusto, making squishing sounds as her fingers moved in and out
of her mother's cunt rapidly. I guess my fucking her in the ass had made
her really aroused, and very soon Mayuri ben grabbed hold of Seema
didi's hand by the wrist, and let out a shrill cry of pleasure. Somehow
managing to lift her massive hips off the bed, she screamed "Haaa
Seemaaaa ... haaaiiii..." as her orgasm hit her, and copious amounts of
her pussy juice squirted out of her mature hairy cunt.
Sweaty and out of breath, we lay like that for what seemed like an
eternity; Mayuri ben sprawled on her back with her massive thighs
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outstretched, with me lying with my head cushioned by her mammoth

pillowy breasts, while Seema didi lay with her head resting on Mayuri
ben's huge flabby belly. I felt Mayuri ben's fingers ruffle the hair on my
head, even as her chest heaved with her deep breathing. "Mazaa aaya,
beta..." she asked through deep labored breaths, caressing my back
gently.
Although my cock was sore from the terrific fucking it had given Mayuri
ben's mature ass, I replied heavily "Haan aunty, bahut mazaa aaya..."
"Mujhe bhi, beta ... mujhe bhi..." she replied hoarsely, running her thick
tongue across her dry lips to wet them. With a groan, I extracted myself
from Mayuri ben's arms which seemed to weigh like a ton now, and lay
down with on my back on the bed. As I closed my eyes to catch my
breath, I felt Seema didi too rise from between Mayuri ben's outstretched
thighs. Gently, as if not to disturb me, she came and lay down by my side.
Lying on her side, she gently placed her hand on my chest.
As I opened my eyes, and looked at her, she smiled at me lovingly. It was
a heavenly feeling, lying like this between two naked women, one a 48-
year old widow, and the other her busty 23-year old daughter. I raised
my arms above my head and extended it, so as to allow Seema didi to rest
her head on my arm. As she snuggled closer to me and wrapped her
hands around my chest, causing her firm heavy breasts to press against
my ribcage, I asked her gently "Aaapko acchha laga, didi..."
She gazed into my eyes lovingly for a moment, before allowing a smile to
come on her sensuous thick lips. "Haan, Jignesh bhai ... bahut acchha
laga..." she replied in a whisper. "Aapko?" she quizzed, continuing to gaze

into my eyes. I just nodded my head with a smile and pulled her head
closer towards me to kiss her. She kissed me with passion, gently sliding
her thick tongue into my mouth and sucking on my mouth.
Then gently pulling her lips away, she rested her head on my chest, and
snuggled up to me. I turned around to look at what Mayuri ben was
doing, and to my total surprise, Mayuri ben was fast asleep and snoring.
Her mammoth breasts which were hanging pendulously on either side of
her chest, were heaving with her deep even breathing, even as she snored
gently through her open mouth. Shaking my head in disbelief, I reached
out to touch her.
As my hand touched her breasts, she turned towards me in her sleep,
some instinct guiding her, and snuggled up towards me. Mashing those
mammoth breasts to my chest from the other side, she too placed her
hand across my chest, and slept. Content with having this incredible
mother-daughter pair sleeping peacefully, naked on either side of me, I
too closed my eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
I woke up early the next morning and felt surprisingly rejuvenated. The
awkwardness between me and the mother daughter pair was rather
evident, as is usually the case once your lust has been satiated. Seema
didi was the one who seemed more uncomfortable, though Mayuri ben
was her usual ebullient self. After having a cup of tea, I took leave of
them and headed back home. As I approached my house, I saw the
rabaari woman, Gajra ben, sitting on her haunches near the gate of our
compound along with a much younger girl, who I presumed was her
daughter.
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I groaned inwardly when I suddenly remembered that this woman had

told me yesterday that she'd be bringing her daughter for me to sample.
For a moment, I felt disgusted with myself. What had begun as a fantasy
of having sex with the mature Kalpana aunty and her young teenage
daughter Jigna, was now beginning to seem like a never ending supply of
eager to please sex starved women. I felt like a predator that was losing
interest in the prey since the hunt was becoming too easy.
As I approached them, the two of them stood up, and Gajra been greeted
me with a broad toothy smile. Like I had said earlier, she was a 46-year
old tribal woman, who belonged to a tribe of traditionally cattle-breeding
nomads, and lived in a nearby village. Their source of livelihood was
raising cattle, and supplying milk to the nearby households in the town
next to their village.
She was dressed in their traditional attire which comprised of a coarse
embroidered ghaagra that had small discs of mirrors sewn into it, a
similarly embroidered long sleeved choli that covered her torso almost
completely up to her waist, and a ghunghat of sorts that covered her
head, the ends having been tucked into the ghaagra at her ample waist.
The bit I liked most about their attire was that the choli practically had
no cover at the back, and was only tied by two strings at the back.
"Namaste, saheb..." she said to me with a smile, even as my eyes took in
the contours of her massive body once again. Like I said earlier, she was
about as tall as Mayuri ben, albeit much fairer, and possessed a fleshy
well endowed mature body. Her coarse embroidered choli was stretched
taut across those humongous breasts of hers, and I could see the outline
of her thick nipples protruding even through the thick coarse fabric of
her choli.
A small portion of her ample fleshy belly, including a deep belly button
could be seen between the lowerd end of her choli and the waistline of
her ghaagra. "Hmm..." I grunted in response, forcing a smile on my face.
I was in no mood to fool around with her this morning, even though my
curiosity was piqued by the girl who was with her. As my eyes settled on
the young girl, Gajra ben beamed and said proudly "Ye meri chhokri hai,
saheb ... Hetal..." by way of introducing her daughter.
"Hello, saheb..." the girl said to me, pronouncing the word as 'haallo', a
plastic smile on her face. At that instant something ticked me the wrong
way, and I decided that I was going to fuck this barely legal teenage bitch
just to teach her a lesson. She was in the same mold as her mother,
stocky and plump, and what one could not help but notice was the way
she jutted her chest out as she stood, as if purposely displaying her over
developed breasts.
She had a huge pair of tits for a girl her age, and she seemed to be type
who was well aware of her assets. There was a certain cockiness to her
whole demeanor, from the way she stood casually with her hips cocked to
one side, to the somewhat mocking self assured smile on her blunt
featured face. Like with most of these village women, she too was dressed
in an embroidered ghaagra.
However, unlike her mother who wore a traditional back-less choli, she
wore a regular blouse. The ghaagra and her blouse were a dark shade of
blue, while the choli draped across her torso was a contrasting red. She
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was fairer than most of these village folks, a trait inherited from her
mother. Her face was rather blunt, the only noticeable feature being her
rather pronounced cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to almost shut
when she squinted at the sun.
Her blunt nose, thick lips, and flat chin completed her rather
uninteresting face. Her crinkly hair was tied in a single tiny braid, and
was more brown than black. Something that I'd not noticed earlier about
her was her light colored eyes, a shade of light brown. She was short and
stocky, and stood only about 5'1" tall.
However, it was her breasts that got one to notice her. At 18, they were
far more developed than most girls. Like the desirable Sejal's, they too
were well rounded and at least a 36-C. But unlike Sejal's soft pillowy
ones, this girl's looked hard and firm, and rested proudly on her chest in
her tightly stitched blouse, quite like those of the voluptuous Seema didi.
Flashing a non-committal smile, I proceeded to open the locks of my
door. "Aap itni subah kahaan gaye thhe, saheb..." asked Gajra ben, as I
opened the door. "Main morning walk ke liye gaya thha..." I replied
without glancing at them, hoping they'd not spotted me coming out of
Mayuri ben's house.
As Gajra ben was pouring out the milk into the vessel I'd handed her, she
said to her daughter "Chal tu jaa kar saheb ke liye thhoda sa chai bana..."
before turning towards me and asking "Aap chai piyenge na saheb..." I
mumbled my assent, and picked up the morning newspaper to read.
Hearing her mother, the 18-year old Hetal threw me another self assured
glance before heading into the kitchen to make tea for me.
As I flicked through the pages of the paper, I could see that the mature
Gajra ben was a little unsettled by my seeming disinterest in her
daughter. Women who pimped their own daughters were beginning to
turn me off now. As I settled down in one of the cane chairs in our
balcony to read the newspaper, Gajra ben approached me tentatively.
Clearing her throat, she asked me hesitantly "Saheb ... aapko meri
chhokri pasand nahi aayi kya..." coming straight to the point. Dropping
the paper in my lap and turning my gaze to look up at her, I replied with
a straight face "Pasand aane ke liye abhi kucch dekha kahaan hai
maine..." indicating that I'd not seen enough to decide whether I liked
her daughter or not.
It took her a moment to comprehend the meaning of my statement. Her
fleshy haggard face creased in a smile once realization dawned upon her.
Smiling suggestively at me, she slapped me playfully on the shoulder and
said "Haan, saheb ... yeh to aap theek bole ... abhi aapne usko theek se
dekha kahaan hai..." When I nodded my head with a straight face again
and turned my head away to pick up the newspaper again, the smile
disappeared from her face.
Crouching down on her knees heavily next to my chair, she placed her
thick pudgy calloused hand on my knees and said in an urgent voice
"Saheb ... aapko woh pasand aayegi ... woh aapko khush kar degi ... uski
guarantee main deti hoon..." her eyes gazing into mine smilingly even as
she purposely mashed those massive dangling mammaries of hers under
that coarse choli to my knees. As I looked back at her, she smiled again,
and slid her hand upwards on my thighs and teased my limp penis inside
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my khakhi shorts with her thick fingers.

"Aapko shikaayat ka koi mauka nahi degi woh ... aakhir woh meri beti
hai..." she continued in her coarse yet seductive tone, even as her fingers
continued to rub and squeeze the lump of my limp cock over my shorts. I
allowed myself a condescending smile, and reaching out to squeeze on of
her lush heavy dangling breasts under the coarse fabric of her choli,
replied "Chalo theek hai ... dekhte hain..." pinching her thick nipples
through the choli. That seemed to please her, and with an exaggerated
and totally pretentious sigh, she pressed her heavy breasts further into
my palm.
At that moment, her daughter Hetal came into the balcony, holding a cup
of steaming hot tea. Her pale brown eyes immediately took in the sight of
her mother crouching next to me, and she gave me one more of that
knowing self assured looks, that for some strange reason irked me to no
end. As I took the cup of tea from her hands, I gave her a look that
conveyed in no uncertain terms that I was the least impressed by what
she had to offer. Gajra ben stood up, clutching on her knees heavily, and
beckoned Hetal to follow her.
As they disappeared into my living room, I heard her say something to
her daughter in a low voice. After a moment, she poked her head out of
the door at the balcony and said to me pleasantly "Saheb, aap chai peene
ke baad andar aaiye ... hum yahaan par baithe hain..." I just nodded to
her curtly, and resumed reading the paper, wondering why this 18-year
old busty village girl had managed to get under my skin without even
uttering a word.
After finishing my tea, when I walked into the room, I saw that both
mother and daughter were sitting on the floor on their haunches, their
backs resting against the wall. "Chal, ubhi thhai jaa..." muttered Gajra
ben to her daughter in their native tongue, indicating that she should get
up. As both of them stood up, Gajra ben put on that fake seductive smile
on her lips again, and walked towards me. Taking hold of me by my arm,
she said "Aao na, saheb ... baith jaao..." leading me to the couch in my
living room. As I settled down in the couch, she sat down on the floor
right next to my legs, and placed her arms on my thighs, ensuring that
she was pressing her heavy udders to my knees.
Her pallu which was normally draped over her head, had slipped down to
her shoulders, giving me a clear view of her bare back with just those two
strings tied across, and her uncovered head with the grey streaked hair
tied in a bun. In spite of my relative lack of interest, I felt my cock twitch.
As the teenage Hetal stood with her back to the wall opposite my couch,
Gajra ben said to her "Have tu kapda kaadhi naakh..." indicating to her in
their native tongue that she should start undressing. She glanced at her
mother with a look of disinterest, and turning her glance to me gave me a
smile that seemed to convey that she'd enough like me to be in awe of
me.
Inwardly, I promised to myself that before she left the house today, I was
going to put this bitch in her place. Gajra ben noticed the expression on
her daughter's face, and threw her an angry glance conveying her
displeasure at her daughter's cocky behavior. Turning her face away, the
plump busty teenage rabaari girl Hetal began to pull the pallu of her choli
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off her shoulder. On an impulse, I said "Ek minute ruk jaa..." as I stood
up from the couch and walked casually into my bedroom. I returned to
the living room carrying my camera. Both Hetal and her mother looked
at me, their demeanor suddenly apprehensive as I sat down again on the
couch and calmly switched on the camera.
"Saheb ... aap ... aap photu kheechne waale ho..." Gajra ben asked
apprehensively. "Haan..." I replied calmly, as I went about checking the
settings on my camera. I noticed the way Hetal threw her mother a
defiant glance that conveyed her displeasure. "Uh ... saheb ... aap ... aap
photu kyun kheech rahe ho iska..." Gajra ben asked, her voice clearly
apprehensive. "Kyun ka kya matlab..." I retorted challengingly " ... photo
koi kyun kheechta hai ... dekhne ke liye na..." As mother and daughter
looked at each other once again, I continued "Kyun ... tumko koi taqleef
hai kya ... aisa hai to jaao phir yahaan se..." my tone recalcitrant, as I
looked into the cocky Hetal's eyes sternly.
For the first time, I saw a look of nervousness come into this cocky
teenage bitch's eyes. "Nahi, nahi, saheb..." Gajra ben mumbled
immediately. Leaning towards my knees further as she sat on the floor,
she mashed her humongous mammaries to my knees once again, and
caressing my thighs said "Saheb ... par aap kisi aur ko yeh photu
dikhaaoge to ... to ... meri chhokri to badnaam ho jaayegi na ... aisa mat
karo, saheb..." her tone reconciliatory. I had two reasons for my sudden
inspiration to photograph this bitch as she undressed.
One, it'd give me something to watch and shag off later; and two, it
would be an insurance against these women trying to blackmail me later

making some rape allegation. Though not Gajra ben, her slutty daughter
seemed to me like the type who was perfectly capable of something like
that. "Theek hai ... phir rehne do..." I said nonchalantly, as I switched off
the camera and began to put it back into its case. "Main to iski photo
isliye kheechne waala thha ki mere doston ko dikha sakoon ... agar unko
tumhaari beti pasand aayi to usko mere jaise aur bhi customer mil sakte
hain..." I continued, fixing my gaze at Hetal and letting her know that I
considered her nothing more than a cheap whore.
Both mother and daughter glanced at each other once again, and I could
see the faintest flicker of fear in the cocky Hetal's plump white face. Their
faces were wracked with uncertainty and confusion over this situation I
had put them in. While the shame of getting her daughter photographed
nude was weighing heavily on her, I could see that the lure of money by
way of more potential rich 'customers' for her teenage daughter was also
seeming too good to refuse. Hetal glanced at me with an expression of
uncertainty for the first time, and I felt good at having shaken her
otherwise cocky demeanor.
"Teri marzi hai..." I said to her, looking into her eyes and shrugging my
shoulders as if I didn't give a damn about whether she agreed or not.
Taking a deep breath, she pursed her lips and gave the slightest of nods
to her mother, who too was looking at her expectantly. Shaking her head,
Gajra ben put on a forced smile on her face, and caressing my thighs
seductively, said "Theek hai, saheb ... aap jo bole ... bas aapke dost bhi
aap jaise hi ho to phir theek hai..." her tone resigned. "Jab tak ki yeh
apna mooh band rahkegi ... tab tak mere dost bhi apna mooh band
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rakhenge ... aur iski koi badnaami nahi hogi..." I said to Gajra ben, but
keeping my eyes steadfast on the busty Hetal who stood their uncertainly
now, fiddling with the pallu of her choli.
"Nahi, saheb ... yeh kucch nahi bolegi..." Gajra ben replied immediately,
eager to seal the pact. Ignoring her, I kept my gaze fixed on her daughter,
challenging her to respond. Gajra ben gave her an angry glance, as a
consequence of which Hetal cleared her throat and said "Nahin, saheb ...
main kucch nahi boloongi..." her voice unusually thick and heavy. I kept
my gaze on her for a few more moments, my eyes boring into hers, before
I nodded my head and grunted my assent. "To phir jaldi kar ... mere paas
time nahi hai..." I said to her gruffly, ignoring the pained expression in
her mother's face.
Throwing one last glance at her mother, the busty peasant girl began to
pull the pallu of her choli from her shoulders again. I had my camera
ready and took a few quick shots even as she was removing the pallu. She
paused as the flash of my camera went off, and looked at me
questioningly, as if asking if she should wait for me. I indicated with my
left hand for her to continue, keeping my eyes on the display of the
camera, and said "Ek ek karke dheere se utaarti jaa tu..." indicating that I
wanted her to undress slowly one step at a time.
To my gloating satisfaction, the 18-year old rabaari peasant girl Hetal,
began to undress. The chagrin on her face was evident from the way she
looked away as she pulled off the pallu of her choli and dropped it on the
floor. I continued to click snaps even as her over-sized firm ripe teenage
breasts encased tightly in that blue colored blouse came to my view. I

could see the strap of a white bra peeking from under her blouse at the
shoulder. It was not often that I saw these village girls wearing a bra, but
I figured a girl with her kind of tits couldn't do without one.
As she stood there reluctantly in her embroidered blue ghaagra and the
simple blue blouse, I ran my gaze over her plump body appreciatively.
Even in this moment of humiliation, she stood proudly with a straight
back, thrusting out her chest, as if daring me to look at the huge blouse-
clad breasts of hers. Her figure was not curvy by any standards, and her
hips were about the same width as her rather broad chest. Owing to her
short stature, she had a rather short torso and legs.
Her hips though heavy did not flare out from her waist like most young
girls. Her belly was naturally fleshy though not at all flabby, and was
adorned by a rather small navel just above the waist line of her heavily
embroidered ghaagra. As she stood there almost defiantly with one hand
on her cocked hips, she looked at my face. Gajra ben, who'd been sitting
on the floor next to my knees, slid her hand upwards along my thighs,
until her palm rested over the bulge of my cock inside my khakhi shorts.
With her eyes on her daughter, she began to squeeze the lump inside my
shorts with her coarse pudgy fingers in an attempt to arouse me. Looking
at Hetal's face without any trace of interest, I simply said "Blouse..." in a
flat monotone, my voice not betraying any emotion. "Ha ... have kabjo
kaadhi naakh..." Gajra ben instructed her daughter immediately,
indicating that she should now remove her blouse. With a frown on her
face that annoyed me further, Hetal reached up and began to open the
hooks of her blouse.
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She took her own sweet time doing that, which to me seemed like just
another gesture of defiance. Unlike my two maids, Pushpa and Rani, this
one was a tough nut, and rankled me enough. Strangely, it was also
arousing me. I was having far too many willing girls ready to appease me,
and this defiant attitude in some strange way was turning me on. I
continued to click snaps as she opened the hooks of her rather tight
blouse, and pulled the blouse down her thick arms. Dropping the blouse
on the floor, she once again cocked her hips to one side and stood there
with a disinterested expression on her face, with one hand on her hips.
She stood there looking away, as if daring me to look at her big firm
rounded breasts, which were encased in a cheap tight cotton bra. The bra
was a full cupped one that was usually preferred by older married
women. But it was only this kind of bra that could support the sheer
mass of her over developed 18-year old teenage breasts. The bra was
clearly one size too small for her as the straps bit into the flesh of her
torso under her armpits, and were hooked together way too far up on her
back. As a consequence, the flesh of her heavy yet firm breasts bulged
outwards from the sides of the bra cup, and also from the cleavage of the
bra.
For the first time this morning, I felt my cock begin to stiffen. Without
looking at me, she reached behind her back to unclasp the hook of her
bra. "Ruko..." I shot out. At my voice, she paused, her hands still behind
her back, and threw me a glance that seemed to challenge me. Taking a
deep breath to reign in my anger, I said "Tune ghaagre ke neeche chaddi
pehni hai... ?" my tone contemptuous. She looked at me for a moment as

if irritated at this question, before shaking her head dismissively in the
negative.
"Mooh khol ke bol nahi sakti hai, kya... ?" I said in an annoyed voice,
which caused Gajra ben to pause her caressing and look up at my face
with an expression of alarm. With her face creased in a frown, Hetal gave
me a look of digust, and replied "Naa..." her voice a monotone, her single
word answer telling me that she was not wearing any panties under her
ghaagra. Hearing the tone of her voice, I grunted and flung the camera
down on the couch with disgust. Roughly pushing away Gajra ben's hand
which had been desperately trying to arouse my cock under my shorts, I
stood up.
"Bahut ho gaya, Gajra ben ... kal tum bole thhe isliye main raazi hua thha
isko milne ke liye ... isko yahaan aana nahi thha to kyun lekar aaye tum
isko... ?" I said to Gajra ben in a pissed off tone. Before she could
respond, I pulled out my wallet from the rear pocket of my shorts, and
extracting a 500/- rupee note from it, thrust it towards her stunned face.
"Yeh lo ... iski photo jo kheechi hai, uske liye ... ab tum dono jaaon
yahaan se..." I said angrily, my face conveying my anger. Gajra ben was
stunned as she looked up at me from where she sat there on the floor,
and was speechless; her eyes wide and her mouth open.
Displaying an agility that belied her age, she suddenly got up from the
floor and crossed the distance to where her daughter stood in a few long
strides. To my utter surprise, she pulled up the thick plastic bangles on
her wrist, her face contorted with rage, and slapped Hetal right across
her face. "Bahu charbi chadhi gayi chhe, kem ... bahu bhaav khaaye chhe,
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hain..." she almost screamed, slapping the stunned Hetal right across her
face repeatedly even before she could react.
"Saali raand..." the 46-year old mature rabaari woman screeched in her
native tongue, grabbing hold of her cowering daughter's hair, and trying
to rain repeated open handed blows on her face and head. Hetal
screamed, and desperately tried to ward off her raging mother's blows,
cowering and trying to protect her face and head with her hands. I too
was stunned at this sudden display of rage from this big mature village
woman, and was frozen to my spot. "Gajra ben... "I said in an alarmed
voice, and leapt across the room to grab hold of this furious woman.
Grabbing hold of her arms, I had to use all my strength to pull her away,
even as she continued to struggle violently in my arms, and kept hurling
the choicest of filthy expletives at her teenage daughter in her native
tongue. Grabbing hold of her flabby arms painfully, I pulled her away,
and ordered "Bas karo, Gajra ben ... bas..." shaking her violently by her
shoulder. She took a moment to come out of the maddening rage that
had siezed her, before she blinked her glazed eyes and looked at me.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at her daughter, who had by now
slumped on the floor, and had buried her face in her knees, her legs
drawn up at her knees.
"Nahi saheb ... isko to main..." Gajra ben muttered furiously, looking at
her covering and whimpering daughter with a murderous look in her
face. I was still trying to comprehend what had suddenly caused this
woman to explode on her own teenage daughter. "Thhak gayi hoon main
... iske nakhre dekh dekh kar ... saali apne aap ko maharani samajhti hai
... ghar pe koi kaam to karti nahin hai ... aur upar se jab main uske liye
kucch karke de rahi hoon ... to bhaav khaati hai..." she said vehemently,
her furious eyes still on her daughter.
To Be Continued..
Part -30
"Bhaangi naakhis taara pag..." she muttered at the whimpering figure of

her daughter in her native tongue, threatening to break her legs. "Ek yeh
... aur ek iski saheli ... woh saali Rambha ... raand hai dono ke dono..."
she continued, clenching and unclenching her fists to reign in her anger.
Turning to look at my face, she said "Aapko pata hai, saheb ... ye dono
saali... 20/- rupiye main ladko ko apne 'ball' dabaane deti hai... 50/-
rupaye main unka lund choosti hai ... aur 100/- rupaye main unko
chodne dete hai..." even as I looked on at her with a stunned expression
on my face at this utterly crude manner in which she was now talking.
I'd heard these rumors about these two girls before from many of the
other boys in our colony, but still was stunned to hear it from the mouth
of this mature rabaari woman. "Aur aaj jab aap jaise bade saheb ... jab
isko 500/- rupaye dene ke liye taiyyar hai ... to ... to saali bhaav kha rahi
hai..." her voice quivering with her seething rage. Though I was inwardly
pleased to see the cocky teenage bitch finally put in place by her own
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mother, I said in a soothing voice "Chhodo na abhi, Gajra ben ... jaane do
... agar usko nahi karna kaam ... to chhod do ... jab usko dilchaspi nahi
hai ... to kyun zabardasti karte ho ... mujhe bhi mazaa nahi aayega..."
putting on a wry expression on my face.
"Nahi saheb ... kaise nahi karegi kaam woh ... ghar se nikaal doongi main
saali ko..." Gajra ben retorted, her eyes blazing, as she threw one more
disgusted glance at her daughter. At these words, Hetal lifted her head
from her knees, and looked at her mother. Her face was streaked with
tears, and there was a totally beaten expression on her face. Strangely,
rather than feeling sorry for her, I felt a sense of satisfaction course
through me.
"Naa, maa ... evvu naa kar ... hun taara page padoon chhoon ... evvu naa
karje..." Hetal pleaded to her mother in their native tongue, continuing to
whimper, the tears rolling down her plump cheeks, which had red welts
where her mother had slapped her violently. I understood that she was
begging her mother not to throw her out of the house. As she continued
to sob and look at her mother with a begging expression, she slid across
on her knees to where her mother stood like a towering goddess of fury.
Deciding to stay out of this little drama between mother and daughter for
the time being, I stepped back and sat down heavily on the couch.
As Hetal clasped her mother's feet, and looked up at her with a pleading
expression, the tears streaming down her cheeks, Gajra ben reached
down and pulled her up roughly by her single braided pig-tailed hair.
Waving her finger threateningly in her daughter's face, she hissed "Ek
waat sambhlli le, chhokri ... aa je saheb chhe ... ek waar pann have tu
emne naakhush karees ne ... to ... to hun taaara haath pag bhaangi
naakhees ... ane kaadhi mukhees ghar maa thhi..." telling her in a
threatening tone that if she ever dared displease me again, she would
break her hands and legs and throw her out of the house.
Even though I was gloating with satisfaction at the way Gajra ben was
putting her slutty 18-year old teenage daughter in place, I felt a tinge of
pity for the girl. "Nahi maa, nahi ... hun emne khush kari daees ... emne
je joiyye ... e hun emnaa maate karees ... mane maaf kari de, maa ... mane
maaf kari de..." pleaded Hetal to her mother, shaking her tear streaked
face from side to side pitiably. Letting go off her daughter's hair, Gajra
ben said "Jaa ... saheh na page padd ... ane maafi maang..." instructing
her daughter in their native tongue to fall at my feet and beg for my
forgiveness.
Responding with alacrity, the 18-year old girl came towards me, and fell
on her knees next to where I sat. Clasping my feet, she looked at my face
with a pleading expression that was in stark contrast to her otherwise
cocky and adamant look, and said "Maaf kari do mane, saheb ... maaf
kari do..." her voice quivering with her sobs, as she begged for my
forgiveness. Almost as quickly as my rage had taken over me, it left. With
a sigh, I leant forward and took hold of her bare arms at the shoulder.
"Chal rehne de, Hetal ... bhool ja ye sab..." I said to her easily, making
sure my voice was disinterested enough.
At that moment, the mature Gajra ben came towards me, and also knelt
by the side of my knees on the floor. Placing her hand on my thigh, she
once again slid her palm over my crotch, and rubbing my now limp cock
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under the shorts with her fingers once again, looked up at me a placating
expression. "Maaf kar do isko, saheb ... ab yeh aap jo bologe ... wo
karegi..." she said, putting on a gratifying smile on her thick creased face.
"Hai na, Hetal..." she prodded her daughter, indicating to her that she
should speak too. "Haan, saheb ... aap jo bolo wo karoongi main..." Hetal
said, nodding her head and wiping her cheeks, even as she looked at me
with a desperate expression and reached out to touch my knees
tentatively.
Ignoring her touch, I looked at Gajra ben, and said "Maaf kar diya maine,
Gajra ben ... ab aap log jaa sakte ho ... aaj mera mood kharaab ho gaya
hai ... aap log kal aana..." throwing her a wry smile. "Arre nahi, saheb ...
nahi..." Gajra ben exclaimed immediately, leaning forward to press her
humongous dangling mammaries under the coarse choli to my knees
again. Reaching out to caress both my thighs with her thick coarse hands,
she said "Aisa mat karo, saheb ... hum aapko mood theek kar denge ...
bas ek mauka de do..." tilting her head in that typical seductive fashion
practiced to perfection by these rustic village women.
In spite of myself, I felt my cock begin to respond to the continued
manipulations of this lusty mature milk maid. Reaching up to once again
feel my turgid cock through my shorts and underwear, she said "Dekho
na, saheb ... aapka lund bhi thhoda sa kadak ho gaya hai ... ek mauka de
do na aaj isko..." her tone seductive, even as she continued to manipulate
my gradually hardening cock through my shorts. Before I could respond,
she turned to her daughter who was still sitting on her knees on the other
side of my feet, and said to her brusquely "Chal kapda kaadhi ne naagi
thhai ja have..." indicating to her in their native tongue that she should
strip off her clothes and get naked now.
"Haa, maa..." the teenage girl mumbled quickly, even as she threw a
desperate glance at my face. Standing up quickly, she reached behind her
back and unclasped her bra. As the bra came loose and her heavy breasts
tumbled forward, she shrugged her shoulders and pulled the white bra
off her shoulders. Even though I'd always noticed this rustic 18-year old
milkmaid girl's over developed breasts, I was not prepared for the sheer
eroticism of her bared breasts. Almost milky white, they were full and
rounded, and rested proudly on her stocky chest with negligible sag.
These village girls were used to physical labor, and in spite of the girth of
her heavy fair 36-C sized breasts, they looked incredibly firm. Even when
she moved her hands to drop her discarded bra on the floor, her big
teenage tits hardly shook. My cock stiffened inside my shorts, and the
mature Gajra ben immediately squeezed it reassuringly. I gazed at this
18-year old peasant girl standing obediently in front of me, clad only in
her elaborately embroidered tribal ghaagra, with her hands clasped
together behind her back, almost as if presenting her big sexy tits to me.
"Kaise lage, saheb..." Gajra ben asked, a grin on her face, and an
expectant look in her eyes, even as she continued to rub my rigid shaft
through my khakhi shorts. Trying my best not to display any arousal, I
said "Hmm ... acchhe hain..." continuing to keep my eyes on her
daughter's bared breasts. Continuing to smile lasciviously at me, even as
her teenage daughter stood in front of me bare breasted, with a bit of
awkwardness in her demeanour, Gajra ben removed her palm from the
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bulge at my crotch, and clutching her knees, stood up with some effort.
Standing beside her daughter, she quickly pulled out her own thick pallu
from where it was tucked into the waist line of her elaborate embroidered
ghaagra, and dropped it on the floor. At this sudden unexpected act of
undressing in front of me, I groaned inwardly and my hands instinctively
moved to touch my cock through my shorts. To my arousal, the 46-year
old Gajra ben then reached behind her back and quickly untied the knot
of the strings that held the embroidered back-less choli on her torso. As
she untied the knot of he lower string, she lifted her arms and reached
behind her neck to untie the second string also.
As both the strings came loose, she quickly peeled off the thick rabaari
choli from her heavy flabby arms, and bared her humongous mature
white breasts to me. At the sight of this buxom 18-year old teenage
rabaari village girl, standing alongside her mature heavily built
mammoth breasted 46-year old mother, both of them baring their
breasts to me clad only in their heavy embroidered rabaari ghaagras, my
arousal was complete. The lusty Gajra ben's massive 44-D mammary
glands almost dwarfed her daughter's 36-C tits.
Smiling lasciviously at me, Gajra ben cupped her heavy dangling blue-
veined mammaries with both her hands, and shook them wantonly for
me. "Mere to bahut dheele pad gaye hain, saheb..." she said in her thick
coarse voice " ... par iske ekdum kadak hai..." letting go off her own
breasts and reaching behind her stockily built teenage daughter's back to
cup her young ripe breasts. For me there was nothing more erotic than
the sight of one woman feel the sexual glands of another one, and as I
watched Gara ben cup and squeeze Hetal's ripe tits with her thick
calloused hands, I let out a soft groan of pleasure.
The thoroughly chastised Hetal also gave me a weak tentative smile, as
her mother cupped her tits and squeezed them to show me. Letting go of
her daughter's tits, Gajra ben gently pushed her towards me, even as she
said suggestively "Aap bhi dabaakar dekho na, saheb..." As the teenage
Hetal was pushed towards me, she came as close as possible to the couch
till her knees were touching the seat, and leaning forward rested her left
hand on the back rest of the couch, offering me her delectable young ripe
tits.
Her creamy white full breasts were capped by light brown areolas, and
small light brown nipples that were yet to develop fully. As I looked up at
Hetal's face, she gave me a weak tentative smile. Gone was her arrogant
and defiant demeanor, as she stood there leaning forward supporting
herself by her hands resting on the backrest of the couch next to my
head. Reaching up, I cupped her proffered teenage tits, and felt the
incredibly firmness and heaviness of them.
Looking into her eyes, I gave her a good natured smile and said softly
"Bahut acchhe hain, Hetal..." my eyes friendly. She let out an almost
relieved sigh, and smiled at me, her cheekbones rising prominently.
Almost simultaneously, Gajra ben moved forward and once again knelt
by the side of my knees. She seemed all business now, as she quickly
began to undo the button of my shirt, and yanked down the zip. Before I
could react, she grabbed hold of my khakhi shorts and pulled it down my
thighs. As her eyes settled on the bulging outline of my thick cock under
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my white briefs, a look of satisfaction came to her face.

Reaching out with her hand, she caressed the shape of my rigid cock
through the stretched fabric of my underwear, and said to her daughter
"Jo ... ketlo ubho thhai gayo chhe saheb no laudo..." telling her how hard
my cock had become, giving her a glance that seemed to chastise her for
ignoring my cock. There was a small wet spot on my white briefs at the
tip of my swollen cock, and touching that wet spot with her index finger,
Gajra ben said to her daughter "Ane aa jo ... emno paani chhodwa maate
pann taiyyar thhai gayo chhe..." thus informing her daughter that my
cock was now even ready to spew forth its semen.
Hetal just smiled nervously at her mother's brazen talk, and glanced at
the bulge in my underwear furtively. Without waiting for her daughter's
reaction, the lusty Gajra ben hooked her fingers under the thick elastic of
my briefs, and in one swift motion, pulled it down. I raised my hips off
the couch to allow her to pull it down my thighs, and she smiled at me
lasciviously again as she pulled my underwear down my knees and
removed it from my ankles, along with my shorts.
As my hard cock sprang out and slapped against my belly button, Gajra
ben reached out and took hold of it in her right hand. Rubbing her thick
fore finger against the swollen tip of my cock and smearing the pre-cum
that had oozed out of my cock, she looked at her daughter and said in a
challenging sort of tone "Jo, chhokri ... aao mast laudo joyo chhe thein
aaj sudhi..." asking her daughter in their native tongue if she'd ever since
such a beautiful cock before. I couldn't help but marvel at how easily this
mature rabaari woman could make such totally pretentious and flattering
statements like a whore.
My average sized cock was by no means anything special, and I was sure
both mother and daughter had seen and experienced much bigger cocks.
As if taking her mother's cue, the hot teenage Hetal straightened, and
gingerly sat down beside me on the couch. Reaching out to place her
hand on my outstretched thighs, she gave me the classic seductive smile
and replied to her mother "Haa, maa ... ketlo saras chhe saheb no ... aatlo
saras lund to main aaj sudhi nathhi joyo..." telling her mother that she'd
never seen such a great cock before, even as she gazed at me seductively,
her thick lips creased in a smile.
Hetal had managed to get over her trauma at being slapped around by
her mother, and was beginning to act with her customary self assurance.
Twisting her torso sideways towards me, she threw her shoulders back,
and brushed her ripe firm young tits against my shoulders, teasing my
biceps with her erect nipples, even as her hands caressed my hairy
thighs. At the same time, Gajra ben who was kneeling by the side of my
knees, took hold of the head of my swollen cock and pushed the foreskin
back completely, baring the purple swollen helmet-shaped head of my
cock.
As I jerked my hips and leant back in the couch, she leant forward and
without warning slipped my slippery wet cock into her mouth. "Hhaa..." I
let out an audible sigh, as I felt the lusty mature Gajra ben take my cock
into her thick lipped mouth. Lashing the exposed tip of my cock with her
thick tongue, she then proceeded to bend her head and take almost the
entire length of my cock into her willing mouth. Burying my cock in her
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mouth till I could feel the tip touch the cavity of her throat, she let out a
deep throaty grunt, her nose buried in the crinkly patch of my pubic hair.
"Gajra ben..." I groaned, reaching out to grab hold of her head, by the
bun of her hair. She held my cock like that almost buried in her throat for
what seemed like an eternity. Hetal seemed to be no stranger to this kind
of lusty behavior by her mother, and leant further towards me, even as I
raised my arm to place them around her bare shoulders. Pressing her
firm young tits to my ribs, she snuggled up in my arms, and began to lick
my tiny erect nipples, like a true professional.
Running her tongue in circles around the little nipples on my muscular
chest, she slid her hands down and began to caress the insides of my
thigh, even as her mother started bobbing her head up and down on my
erect phallus. With a groan, I grabbed hold of Hetal's lush white tits, and
squeezed them roughly, pinching those little teenage nipples between my
thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft cry from her. At the same time,
Gajra ben finally pulled her mouth off my cock, and licked her thick lips.
To my amazement, she then proceeded to spit into the palm of her hands
and applied the saliva in the cavity of her humongous dangling breasts.
Looking at me with a lascivious grin, she hefted her mammoth dangling
white mammaries with both her hands, and proceeded to trap my
quivering hard cock between them. As she had done the day before, she
cupped her prodigious mammary flesh and began to rub them in an up
and down motion along the swollen length of my cock. The busty Hetal
was also fully in the groove now, and she gradually worked her way down
from my chest to my belly, her tongue licking and teasing every inch of
my torso along the way.
As she bent forward in my lap and her tongue reached my belly button, I
threw my head back with a groan, and grabbed hold of her head. I was in
ecstasy now, with the feel of my cock being milked by the massive breasts
of the 46-year old mother, while the daughter's firm young full breasts
were mashed against my thighs, and her tongue licked and teased my
belly button. As if on cue, Gajra ben released my erect cock from between
her pendulous breasts, and Hetal quickly took hold of it in her hand.
She sat back on her knees and watched with satisfaction, as her daughter
worked her tongue downwards towards the base of my cock, her hands
slowly stroking my wet slimy hard cock. Closing her eyes, Hetal took hold
of my rigid cock firmly in her hand, and began to rub it all over her face.
She held my cock by its base and slapped it gently against her cheeks,
and twisted her head to make it rub all over my cock.
Reaching between my outstretched thighs, Gajra ben slid her hands
under her daughter's face, and cupped my swollen balls gently. Scraping
her nails on the underside of my swollen balls, she began to manipulate
them with her thick fingers, even as she looked at my face with a pleased
grin. Opening her eyes, the busty Hetal gave me a teasing smile, and
sticking out her pink tongue, began to lick on the underside of my
quivering rock hard cock. At the same time, Gajra ben also leant forward
again, and to my utter amazement, began to lick on my cock
simultaneously.
I groaned with pleasure, and arched my hips upwards, as I enjoyed the
sensation of both mother and daughter pleasuring my cock at the same
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time with their tongues. Hetal slid off the couch and also knelt on the
floor beside my knees for better access to my cock. She held my
throbbing cock up, as both she and her mother began to run their tongue
along the length of my shaft from either side. I was mad with lust now,
and was desperate to fuck this cocky little busty 18-year old bitch.
They took turns sucking on the swollen tip of my cock and licking the
length of its shaft parallely, while continuing to manipulate my swollen
balls at the same time. To add to my arousal, the rustic Gajra ben was
using the opportunity to train her daughter in the nuances of cock
sucking. Taking hold of my cock at the base, she said to her daughter "Jo
... hoon tane bataau ki ek marad no laudo kevi reete choosaay..."
indicating to her that she would show her daughter how to suck a man's
cock properly.
Holding on to the base of my cock, she hefted one of her humongous
dangling breasts and slapped my cock repeatedly against it, rubbing her
thick turgid nipples on the tip. Then she flicked her tonge rapidly across
the swollen tip, while fondling my balls at the same time. As Hetal looked
on, Gajra ben opened her mouth wide and suddenly took in the entire
length of my 6" cock into her cavernous mouth, burying her nostrils in
the crinkly patch of my pubic hair.
Emitting a throaty grunt, she began to bob her mature head rapidly on
my cock, deep throating me expertly. As I grabbed hold of Gajra ben's
hair, she slowly extracted my cock from her throat, and smiled at me
with satisfaction. Turning to her daughter, she said "Joyo ... ketli majhaa
aave se Jignesh saheb ne ... aa reete choosay laudo..." telling her

daughter to see how much I enjoyed it when she deep throated my cock.
The otherwise cocky Hetal nodded her head dumbly and looked at her
mother with an expression of awe and envy.
Throwing a quick glance at me, she swallowed once before taking hold of
my cock and starting to do what her mother had just shown her. As she
took hold of the base of my cock, and thrust her thick lipped wide mouth
on to my cock, Gajra ben placed her hand on her daughter's head and
gently guided her mouth. With about three quarters of my rather thick
cock buried in her mouth, Hetal seemed to reach the limit of what she
could take.
With a quick shake of her head, Gajra ben said "Aakkhhoo andar levaanu
hoy..." telling her in an irritated tone that she should be taking the entire
length inside. I felt Hetal clutch my knees and screw her eyes shut as she
attempted to open her mouth wider in an effort to take my cock into the
cavity of her throat. As the tip of my cock touched her larynx, she paused
and swallowed involuntarily, her Adam's apple bobbing. With a little
exasperated sigh, Gajra ben grabbed hold of her daughter's head and
roughly pushed it down on my cock.
Hetal shuddered, and let out in involuntary throaty moan, as her mother
pushed her head down, causing my thick cock to enter the cavity of her
throat. Her fingers tightened around my knees as her body convulsed,
and she gagged with the effort of trying to hold my cock buried in her
throat.
To my arousal, Gajra ben continued to hold her head pressed down,
causing the busty teenage milkmaid to gag, her saliva beginning to drool
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down along the shaft of my cock. Unable to take this torture any longer, I
grabbed hold of Gajra ben's flabby arms and hissed "Bass..." indicating
that I could not take this any longer. Getting the message, she got Hetal
to release my cock from her mouth. As Hetal straightened, she was
breathing heavily with the effort, her bosom heaving, and some spit
drooling from the side of her thick lips.
"Chal ubhi thhai ja have..." said Gajra ben to her daughter, instructing
her to stand up. "Saheb taiyyar chhe..." she added, looking at me with a
smile, and telling her daughter that I was ready to fuck her now. Hetal
looked at me with questioning eyes, her cockiness and arrogance a
distant memory now. I settled back on the couch, and nodded at her,
giving her the signal to go ahead. Clearing her throat, she asked "Um,
saheb ... kaise..." leaving her sentence unfinished, wanting to know how I
wanted to fuck her.
"Baith jaa is par..." I said huskily, pointing to my erect cock once again,
which was still being held up and fondled by her mother. Hetal turned to
look at her mother as if for guidance. Suddenly I realized that I was about
to fuck an 18-year old fertile girl. "Ek minute ... main condom lekar aata
hoon..." I said to both of them in general, and began to rise from the
couch. "Nahi, saheb ... uski zaroorat nahi hai..." Gajra ben said, placing
her palm on my thigh. As Hetal's plump cheeks reddened, Gajra ben
continued "Wok kya hai na ... uska abhi time chal raha hai..." indicating
that her daughter was having her periods currently.
"Aapko Nirodh lagaane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... aur aapko aise main
usko chodne main aur mazaa aayega, saheb..." the lusty Gajre ben added.
Stunned and shocked, I heard this 46-year old mature rabaari woman
telling me that I would enjoy fucking her daughter without a condom as
she was having her periods now! The busty Hetal's fair cheeks had
reddened now, and she looked away, her shame finally getting the better
of her.
I'd heard from a few of my friends that fucking a girl during her periods
was a fantastic experience, as the girl's cunt was always well lubricated
and that her genitals were extremely sensitive in this condition.
Moreover, one could enjoy intercourse without the dampener of using a
condom. As I looked on with an inflamed expression on my face, Gajra
ben said to her daughter impatiently "Tyaan ubhi su kare chhe ... jaldi
taaru kaam chaalu kar..." telling her daughter to stop wasting time and
get down to her job quickly.
Responding with alacrity, the teenage Hetal turned around. With her
back towards me, she lifted her ghaagra up to bare her rather short and
stocky white legs. Her thighs were short and thick, as were her well
muscled calves. As she pulled her ghaagra above the protruding mounds
of her butt, I was presented with a view of her fantastic rounded milky
white ass cheeks. Bending forward slightly, she spat into her hand and
reached between her thighs to rub the spit on her cunt. In this position, I
could not see her cunt, but I could see a few strands of pubic hair from
under her ass.
As I watched on, she spread her thighs and straddled my knees. Bending
her knees to sit on my legs, she reached between her thighs to take hold
of my cock. At the same time, Gajra ben too reached down under her
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butt, and helped her guide my slimy cock to the slit of her teenage pussy.
As she lowered herself on my thighs with her back towards me, she
placed both her hands on my knees for support, even as her mother held
up my erect cock and guided it to the opening of her cunt. As Hetal
lowered her cunt, Gajra ben shook my cock causing the swollen tip to rub
against the mildly haired cunt of her daughter.
With a little sigh, the short busty fair teenage Hetal sat down on my cock.
I felt a moment of pain as I felt my swollen cock head push through the
tight slit of her cunt, which vanished as soon as Hetal sat down on my
cock fully, causing my cock to go spearing up her teenage cunt. The poor
girl's fingers clasped my knees hard, and she uttered a muted cry of
"Uuiii maaa..." as she felt my thick cock penetrate her young tight fleshy
cunt. Impaled on my cock thus, the hot bitch clenched her pelvic
muscles, not moving at all in an attempt to get used to the feel of my cock
inside her slick cunt.
I felt like my cock had been shoved into a tight fitting test tube
containing some hot jelly like substance. Owing to the bloodied
discharges of her vagina on account of her periods, her tight cunt felt like
a hot slick velvet glove. Sitting on my cock in this position with her back
to me, she gathered up her flowing ghaagra with one hand and held it
bundled together above her waist, even as she took hold of my knee with
the other hand for support.
Watched on by her pimp of a mother, the bitchy Hetal lifted her butt up,
causing her tight slimy cunt to slide up to the tip of my cock. To my
disgust and perverted arousal, I saw that my cock was smeared with
some thick viscous blood like fluid. Before my senses could respond to
this extremely perverted sight, the young girl thrust her hips down once
again, sending my cock slithering up her tight glove like teenage cunt.
"Fuckkk..." I groaned in spite of myself, as I felt the plump rustic
teenager's thick butt slap against my pelvis. Holding on to my knee with
one hand for support, she began to pump her hips up and down on my
cock, even as her mother watched my face with a gleam of satisfaction on
her face. "Saaru laage chhe, saheb..." she asked me in her native tongue,
asking me with a gleam in her eyes if I was enjoying it. "Hnnhh..." I
muttered, as I clenched the muscles of my butt to hold my pelvis in place.
Keeping an eye on her young daughter ploughing her puffy tight teenage
cunt on my hard slithery cock, Gajra ben stood up. I beckoned to her with
my fingers to sit on the couch by my side. She seemed more than willing
to oblige, and clambered on to the couch to sit beside me. Placing her left
arm across my shoulders and allowing me to rest my head on her thick
flabby upper arms, she pulled my face towards her massively endowed
bosom.
Cupping one of her dangling mammaries with her right hand, she looked
at me with inflamed eyes and offered it to me. Without hesitation I
grabbed hold of her humongous breast and clamped my mouth on it,
even as she tried her best to flatter me with cries of fake arousal. As I
pulled my mouth away from her melons, I watched the way her 18-year
old stockily built daughter was raising and lowering her wide hips on my
cock. With a grunt, I reached out for her single braid of hair and pulled
her head back forcefully, even as she continued to fuck me.
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Realizing that I was not going to be able to hold on any longer, I clenched
her shoulder and said in a thick voice "Bas, Hetal ... khadi ho jaa ab..."
Twisting her head sideways to look at me, the hot village girl slowly stood
up, allowing my inflamed cock to slip out of her young bloodied cunt. I
stood up without a word, my slimy wet cock swaying gently. I indicated
to her that I wanted her to sit back on the couch. She complied
immediately, her eyes on my face all the time.
As she sat down on the couch, she leant back and bending her thick
stocky legs at the knees, pulled them up to bare her thick puffy pussy to
me. Gajra ben pulled her towards her so that she was now positioned on
the couch with her back against her mother's bosom. Resting her head in
the crook of her mother's neck, she looked up at me expectantly. Both
mother and daughter watched intently as I took hold of Hetal's knees and
positioned myself between her spread thighs. The 18-year old Hetal's
usually scowling face was now flushed, and she looked at my cock biting
her lips inadvertently.
I reckoned that this girl was probably aroused now, more on account of
her menstrual state. As I held my cock and positioned the blood-gorged
tip at the puffy lips of her thinly haired vagina, she clenched my arms and
whispered "Saheb..." Looking at her face, I rubbed the swollen tip of my
cock against her wet slit, and asked "Kya hua ... taqleef ho rahi hai
tujhe..." my voice showing some empathy. In response, she just shook
her head, and wrapping her stocky thighs around my waist, pulled me to
her.
I groaned once again, as I felt my thick cock slide into the slick tightness
of her teenage cunt. Pressing her knees outwards to spread her thighs as
much as possible, I bent my knees and began to fuck her. Her thick body
shuddered each time I sent my shaft spearing into her, and her over
developed teenage tits wobbled with the impact of my hips smacking into
her pelvis. Throwing her head back, she screwed her eyes shut and her
fingers automatically clenched her mother's thighs.
Perhaps owing to the fact that her pussy was tender due to her periods,
her vagina felt hot like a tube of hot molten wax. Gajra ben watched the
sight of my cock ramming into her daughter's cunt with an inflamed look
in her eyes, taking short deep breaths through her parted lips. Hetal was
beginning to lose control, the sensations invading her body taking over.
As she twisted her torso, digging her fingers into her mother's thighs,
Gajra ben cradled her head against her massive mammaries, and
caressed her head tenderly.
She wrapped her arms around her daughter's torso, and began to knead
and fondle her firm ripe breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples in an
attempt to add to her arousal, even as I continued to piston my cock
rapidly in and out of her tight inflamed cunt. I felt an insane sense of
power course through my lust inflamed mind, as I watched this 46-year
old village woman cradle her plump 18-year old daughter in her arms,
and allowed me to fuck her to my heart's content.
Suddenly, Hetal twisted violently, and her thick body was wracked by
spasms. Twisting her neck, she dug her nails into her mother's thick
thighs, and screamed through clenched teeth "Aaaahhhh maaaa..." as the
first wave of her impending orgasm hit her inflamed teenage body. Gajra
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ben tightened her grasp around her daughter as if to control her violent
squirming, even as Hetal's body began to shudder, and she began to lift
her hips off the couch uncontrollably. "Aaaiiieee..." she screamed again
as her cunt muscles spasmed violently around my pistoning cock, her
thick thighs shuddering as if with a life of their own.
Watching this cocky teenage village girl reduced to this helpless state
sent a surge of electricity through my veins. I felt my balls tighten as my
boiling semen threatened to surge through my cock and blast into this
busty teenager's cunt. With another shrill cry, Hetal's body convulsed,
and she jerked her legs out in the air. As her orgasm ravaged her young
body, she squirmed violently, clenching her teeth and grimacing in an
effort to control her cries.
Her head slid off her mother's breasts, and she fell into her Gajra ben's
lap, unable to control her movements any longer. Drawing upon my last
reserves of control, I continued to fuck her relentlessly, even as her body
jerked and shuddered. Gajra ben was watching me an inflamed look on
her thick creased face, and to my utter arousal I noticed that her hand
had slid under her own ghaagra and was fingering her cunt vigorously.
Hetal's body had collapsed in a limp heap in her mother's lap, and
realizing that she'd got my attention, Gajra ben almost roughly pushed
her daughter's head away from her lap. As her daughter lay spent on the
couch, her thick white stocky legs dangling limply from the couch, Gajra
ben looked into my eyes and said huskily "Woh khalaas ho gayi hai,
saheb..." Continuing to look into my eyes, she quickly slid sideways
towards one end of the couch, and hefted up her massive milky white
flabby legs. Pulling up her elaborately embroidered thick ghaagra, she
spread her fat thighs and touched her mature hairy cunt to me. Her eyes
bored into me, as she hissed "Aaa jaao, saheb..." inviting me in a lusty
tone to fuck her now.
I was nearing the limit of my endurance now, and said back huskily
"Main ... mera abhi chhoot jaayega, Gajra ben..." my tone conveying that
I wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. "Haan, saheb ... jaanti hoon ...
koi baat nahi..." she repeated again, parting the thick patch of her crinkly
pubic hair to wantonly show her mature labia to me. As if to motivate
me, she hefted one of her humongous dangling breasts in her hand, and
squeezed in lasciviously, running her tongue along her thick coarse lips.
With a groan, I lifted one leg and placed it on the couch, positioning
myselfy between her massive flabby thighs, even as her daughter lay
helplessly with her head under my ass on the couch. With a grunt, I
plunged my ready to explode cock into the cavernous depths of the rustic
rabaari woman's mature cunt. Grabbing hold of the back of her neck, I
began to fuck my painfully erect cock into the depths of Gajra ben's cunt.
After the incredibly tight feel of her daughter's teenage cunt, Gajra ben's
cunt felt like a loose lump of jelly. But I was so near my bursting point
now that I was past caring.
As I grabbed hold of one of Gajra ben's huge wobbling udders, and
rammed my cock roughly into her sopping wet cunt, I suddenly felt an
incredible sensation surge through my body. With a loud grunt of
"Aaarrgghhh..." I arched my back and spewed my thick boiling load of
semen into Gajra ben's willing cunt. "Haaiii, saheb ... haaaiii..." Gajra ben
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cried out, nodding her head vigorously as if encouraging me. With a few
more last savage thrusts, I unloaded my boiling semen into the
cavernous cunt of this mature rabaari milkmaid.
My knees went weak as my cock shot out its last few bursts of semen, and
I tumbled forward on to the couch. I had the presence of mind to push
Hetal's head away, before I collapsed heavily on top of Gajra ben's
mountainous body. I somehow managed to twist around, and clambered
off her body. I collapsed on the couch with my back resting against the
back rest, and my head fell back limply. Through my drained senses, I
could feel Hetal snuggle up to me from one side, pressing her firm young
breasts to my rib cage, even as she took of hold of my slimy limp spent
cock, and stroked it gently, extracting the last few dribbles of my thick
white semen from my cock.
I heard Gajra ben whisper to her daughter in a pleased tone "Jo ... ketla
khush thhai gaya chhe, saheb ... aavhi seva karwaani hoi saheb loko ni..."
telling her daughter that this was the way to please 'sahebs'. With my lust
satiated, I looked down at the way the usually arrogant 18-year old
rabaari girl was snuggling against my chest. Patting her head gently, I
said softly "Bahut acchha laga, Hetal ... tu aise hi seva karti rahegi to
bahut khush kar degi tu hum logon ko..."
She lifted her head up to look at my face, and for the first time in the
entire morning, smiled at me. Nodding her head silently, she caressed
my heaving chest, and replied softly "Haan, saheb ... samajh gayi..."
Content with having such a good fuck early in the morning, I leant back
in the couch and closed my eyes. Realizing that I was through with them,
both mother and daughter stood up from the couch, and began to put on
their clothes.
Reaching for my discarded khakhi shorts, I extracted my wallet from the
rear pocket. Pulling out a 500/- rupee note, I handed it to Gajra ben with
a smile on my face. With a pleased smile, she took the note from my
hand, and touched it to her forehead reverently. "Aapko meri chhokri
acchhi lagi na, saheb..." she asked in a crooning voice, her thick lips
creased in a smug smile. In response, I just nodded my head and gave a
short agreeable laugh. "Aur kucch seva, saheb..." she asked, in the
customary fashion.
"Thhoda sa paani pila do mujhe ... bahut pyaas lagi hai..." I replied with a
smile. "Haan, saheb ... abhi laayi..." she responded, and walked towards
the kitchen to get me a glass of water. As she went into the kitchen, I
pulled out the 500/- rupee note which I had earlier offered to Hetal as an
incentive to take photographs of her. Standing up, I thrust the note into
the neck of her blouse, and giving her firm ripe breasts a little squeeze,
said to her in a whisper "Yeh tere liye ... teri maa ko iske baare mein
kucch mat bolna..."
She threw a glance at the kitchen door as if to check on her mother before
clasping my hand and saying "Shukriya, saheb ... aap mujhe phir se aapki
seva karne ki liye bulaayenge na..." her eyes gleaming at the sight of the
unexpected money. "Bulaaunga ... lekin apni maa ko saath mein mat
laana..." I said to her with a laugh. She moved away from me hastily, and
busied herself with draping the choli over her body as Gajra ben returned
carrying a glass of water for me.
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As I gulped down the water thirstily, Gajra ben picked up the aluminium
pot in which she'd brought milk, and Hetal helped her lift it and place it
over her head. With that they muttered their parting greetings, and
departed. Closing the door behind them, I headed for a shower to wash
off the sweat and semen secretions that were clinging to my body.
Feeling invigorated after the morning's 'work-out' and the shower, I
decided to step out for some breakfast. It'd been a while since I'd eaten
break-fast at the local mess and I was not in the mood for cereal and milk
yet again. That would mean that I wouldn't be home when the maids
came in, but I was not in the mood to see them today in any case.
After a hearty breakfast of aaloo parathas, I was on my way back home
when it suddenly occurred to me that Kalpana aunty's daughter, 17-year
old Jigna, would have returned from her picnic yesterday night. It'd only
been a week since she'd left for her picnic, but I was already beginning to
miss her. After having a fill of mature women, I was now longing for
some fresh teenage flesh. I swung my bike into the lane where Kalpana
aunty lived. Parking my bike outside their house, I rang the bell.
The door was opened by Kalpana aunty's husband, Jatin bhai. Upon
seeing me, his pudgy face creased into a big smile, and he exclaimed
"Arre Jignesh bhai ... you'll live a hundred years ... we were talking about
you only!" even as he took me by my arm and led me inside. As always he
was dressed in his house attire of a lungi and a sleeveless vest that was
stretched to its limit by the massive girth of his pot belly and flabby
chest. "How was your trip, uncle ... I hope you were able to sort out all
your business matters..." I asked by way trying to make casual talk. "Very
good ... very good..." Jatin bhai replied enthusiastically " ... with the help
from your side, I was able to take care of many things..."
Hearing our voices, Kalpana aunty came into the living room from the
kitchen. Upon seeing me, her face lit up, and she smiled. This was the
first time we were meeting publically after having slept together, and I
could see that she was blushing as she smiled at me. "Hello, aunty ... how
are you..." I greeted her pleasantly, as I got up from the sofa and walked
up to her. "Hello beta..." she managed to reply in a rather shy voice, as I
went up to her and shook her hand. As our fingers intertwined, I gave her
hand an extra squeeze and winked at her; a gesture that caused her to
blush violently.
At this early hour in the morning, she was still dressed in one of her old
frayed bottle green night gowns. Some of the hooks at the neck were
missing, and she'd used safety pins to hold it together at her neck. The
strap of her black bra under the gown was visible at her shoulder, and as
I glanced at the deep cleavage formed by her massive 38-C breasts
through the open neck of her gown, her brown face darkened with
embarrassment. To put her at ease, I asked "Won't you offer me some
tea, aunty..." a pleasant smile on my face. "Oh, of course beta..." she
responded immediately, and bustled into the kitchen.
To Be Continued..
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Part - 31
As I returned to the sofa, Jatin bhai came and sat next to me. "There's
something I wanted to discuss with you, Jignesh bhai..." he began,
pulling up his legs and getting comfortable on the sofa. And he began to
give me a speel about how profitable the scrap business was if one could
find smart people to invest in. In a nutshell, there was a lot of money to
be made by just playing middleman and setting up a large warehouse for
collection and distribution of commercial and industrial scrap for
recycling. Within a few minutes I figured that he was trying to sell me the
story in the hope that I'd invest in it.
I was curious about where Jigna was, as she was nowhere to be seen. "Uh
... yes ... sure..." I muttered absent mindedly to Jatin bhai, not at all
interested in his proposition. At that moment, Kalpana aunty returned to
the living room carrying a tray with a cup of freshly prepared tea for me.
As I took the cup of tea from her, I asked casually "So where's Jigna,
aunty ... she's not to be seen..." "She's having a bath, beta ... she has to
start going to school from today na..." she informed me. "She's already
late for school ... let me call her..." she said to herself as she went out of
the room. "Jignaa..." I heard Kalpana aunty call out aloud from the
kitchen " ... come out soon ... Jignesh bhai is here..."
I heard Jigna respond to her mother, but couldn't make out the words,
muffled as they were behind the bathroom door. I sipped on my tea and
chatted casually with Jatin bhai. After a few minutes, I heard Jigna open
the bathroom door and ask her mother "Is Jignesh bhaiya still here ... or
has he left..." her voice eager. Without waiting for an answer, Jigna
rushed into the living room, and upon seeing me, her face lit up with
unbridled pleasure. "Hiii Jignesh bhaiya..." she squealed as she rushed
across the room towards where I was seated. "Hi Jigna..." I responded
with a big smile.
It'd been almost a week since I'd seen her, and the sight of this dusky
sexy 17-year old teenage school girl turned me on immensely. Having just
got out of the bath, she was dressed in nothing but a simple white
petticoat that reached up to the middle of her thighs, something that girls
of her age habitually wore under their school uniforms. Her wet hair was
tied up with her towel, which was soaked wet with the water, and
droplets of water were rolling off from her hair on to her face, neck and
shoulders.
It was evident that she'd not toweled herself dry fully, as her white
petticoat was damp at places and clung to her young ripe body
seductively. "Jignesh bhaiyaaa..." she squealed excitedly at the sight of
me, and ran towards me. For a moment I was scared that she'd not mind
her surroundings and embrace me openly in front of her parents. But she
checked herself just in time, and as she reached me, she grabbed hold of
both my hands and shook it enthusiastically, her beautiful white teeth
gleaming as she smiled brightly. As she pirouted on her toes and jumped
up and down excitedly, I couldn't help but notice the way her firm young
budding 32-B breasts shook under white petticoat.
I was embarrassed by the open affection she was displaying for me here
in her own house in front of her parents, and I had to pull my eyes away
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from her body with effort. Putting on a most relaxed smile, I said "So
how was your picnic ... did you have a good time?" Before I could
complete my sentence, she began to speak "Oh, we had such a wonderful
time, bhaiya..." and then proceeded to tell me all about her picnic. As she
finished speaking, her father said in a light-hearted tone "All that is fine,
dikra ... but have you at least thanked Jignesh bhai for sponsoring your
picnic..."
Even though his words were directed at her, his eyes were on me, and he
had an expression on his face which was trying hard to flatter me,
undoubtedly in an attempt to woo me to fund his new venture. "Of
course she has thanked me, uncle..." I said with a smile, before Jigna
could respond. At that moment, Kalpana aunty came into the room
carrying some naashta for breakfast. Spotting Jigna sitting by my side on
the sofa, she said to her in tone of rebuke "Arre, you're still sitting here ...
go inside and get ready for school ... you're already late ... and you're
going to miss your bus..."
Jigna made a face at her mother, and bounded off into their bedroom to
change, even as her mother placed the tray with the savories on the
teapoy next to me. "You have your tea Jignesh bhai ... I'll go have a bath
quickly ... even I have to go out now..." Jatin bhai said, as he excused
himself and waddled off towards the bathroom inside. With Jigna inside
the bedroom as she changed, and Jatin bhai getting into the bathroom
for his bath, I was alone with Kalpana aunty for a few minutes. As we
heard both Jigna and and her father lock the doors of the bedroom and
bathroom respectively, our eyes met instinctively.

The door of the living room was open, and Kalpana aunty turned around
to throw me a knowing glance as she picked up an empty tea cup and
went into the kitchen. Without any hesitation I followed her into the
kitchen. She was at the kitchen platform fiddling around with the
utensils. As I approached her, she turned to look at me. There was a look
of yearning in her eyes. Without a word, I walked up behind her and
wrapped my arms around her ample waist. Thanks to the sight of Jigna,
my cock was already at half mast, and as I wrapped my arms around
Kalpana aunty's waist, I pressed my pelvis into her massive ass that
stood out so prominently under her cotton night gown.
"Beta..." she whispered in arousal as my fingers closed around the ample
flesh of her belly and my turgid cock pressed against the fleshy mass of
her ass. "I missed you, aunty..." I breathed huskily, resting my chin on
her shoulder. "I also, beta..." she whispered back, even as she threw a
furtive glance at the closed door of the bedroom. Fooling around with her
in broad daylight in her own house, and that too in the presence of her
daughter and husband in the house gave me an immense thrill. As she
twisted her head sideways to look up at my face, I lowered my lips to hers
and kissed her passionately on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into her
willing mouth.
She let out an involuntary shudder and moaned softly, as my hands crept
up from her pudgy belly and cupped the massive orbs of her heavy 38-C
breasts through her gown. In spite of wearing a bra, I could feel the thick
outline of her hard nipples through the gown, and I made it a point to
pinch those aroused nipples. "Kalpu..." we heard Jatin bhai call out from
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the bathroom. Scared witless, she disengaged from me quickly, and I too
moved back hastily. "Bring me my towel..." Jatin bhai ordered from the
bathroom, even as Kalpana aunty began to fumble with the utensils on
the kitchen platform.
As she bustled away to fetch him his towel, she threw an embarrassed
smile at me, and her face was flushed with excitement. I just winked at
her and gave her my most charming smile. At about the same moment,
the door of the bedroom opened and Jigna came out. She'd changed into
her school uniform of beige knee-length skirt, white shirt, and coffee
brown tie. She'd tied her damp hair into two braids on either side of her
shoulder, and looked fresh as a daisy to me; fresh enough to eat.
Seeing that her mother had stepped into the other bedroom for a
moment to fetch a towel for her father, Jigna crept up to me wordlessly
and embraced me. Wrapping her arms around my back, she pressed
herself to my body, her head resting against my chest, and her young ripe
teenage breasts burning into my torso. "Oh bhaiiyaa ... I missed you..."
she breathed, holding on to me as tight as possible. In return I wrapped
my left arm around her back and cupped her pert little buttocks with the
palm of my right hand, and pressed my already swollen shaft to her belly.
"I missed you too, baby..." I whispered back to her, squeezing her butt
gently. She looked up towards my face and beamed; and let go off me just
as Kalpana aunty returned to the room carrying a towel for her husband.
Jigna was tying her shoe-laces when I returned to the living room. She
looked up at me and smiled when she spotted me looking at her.
Returning her smile, I went and sat beside her on the sofa. Kalpana aunty
came into the room carrying a plate with some breakfast and a glass of
milk for Jigna. "Oh no, mummy ... I'll miss my bus if I wait to eat this..."
protested Jigna, making a face. Kalpana aunty let out an exasperated
sigh, and said to her "Why can't you ever get ready in time, Jigna..."
Jigna avoided her mother's irritated gaze, and resumed tying her shoe-
laces. "Don't worry, aunty..." I interjected "I'll drop Jigna to her school..."
flashing a smile at Kalpana aunty.
Turning to Jigna, I said "You have your breakfast, baby ... don't worry
about the bus..." Upon hearing this, Jigna beamed and said happily "Oh,
that will be so nice, bhaiyaa..." dimples forming on her dusky yet pretty
face. "You're going to spoil her, beta..." Kalpana aunty said to me with a
smile, as she placed the plate and glass on the tea-poy infront of Jigna.
As Jigna gobbled down her breakfast hurriedly, Kalpana aunty got me
another cup of tea. Once she was finished, I took leave of them, Jigna in
tow. She slung her school bag over her shoulder, and got on the bike
behind me. Kickstarting the bike, I rode out of their lane.
As soon as we were out of eyesight, Jigna wrapped her arms around my
back from behind and pressed her body to my back. Feeling her young
ripe body pressing against my back sent a thrill of arousal through me.
"Oh bhaiyaa ... thank you so much for taking me to school today ... I wish
I could go to school with you everyday..." she crooned, resting her chin
on my shoulder, causing those firm pert teenage breasts of hers to press
against my back. Reaching behind with one hand, I caressed her bare
knee where her skirt had ridden up, even as I replied "You know you can
come to me any time you like, baby..."
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As we rode, I casually enquired about Sejal, not wanting to show too

much interest in her friend lest I make her jealous. To my relief, Jigna
responded enthusiastically. "Oh, bhaiyaa ... Sejal and I missed you so
much in the picnic, you know ... all the boys in our class are so stupid ...
we kept telling each other how nice it would've been if Jignesh bhaiya
was there with us..." continuing to hold me tight from behind. "Really...
?" I asked, not sure if she was just trying to flatter me. "Of course, bhaiya
... if you don't believe me ... ask Sejal..." Jigna replied, doing her best to
convince me. Flattered, I laughed and replied "Well ... for that I have to
meet her no..." letting my words trail.
Suddenly, Jigna exclaimed "Bhaiyaa ... I have an idea ... will you take us
for another movie today ... like we went last time..." tightening her grasp
around my waist " ... we'll bunk some classes again today..." she finished,
trying her best to convince me. My cock gave a lurch at the thought of the
last time I'd gone to a movie hall with these two girls, and it was with
great restraint that I managed to reply "Umm ... I don't think that's a
good idea, baby ... what if your pappa and mummy come to know of it..."
"No, bhaiya ... they'll never know..." Jigna protested, pleading with me. I
grappled with the predicament for a few minutes before replying. "No,
baby ... it's risky, you know..." Jigna pouted, and let out a little grunt.
"But here's what ... I'll come over to your place tonight for dinner ... and
if you want, you can invite Sejal to come over also..." I said with a smile.
Jigna let out another squeal at that suggestion, and snuggling up to me,
said "Oh, that'll be wonderful, bhaiyaa..." Her mind was working
furiously as she began to plan to get Sejal over to her place, and after a
pause she continued "I'll tell Sejal's mummy that we have to sit and copy
some notes for the classes we have missed, and so Sejal has to come to
my house ... and I will also tell her that she will be staying over at my
house, because we will take time to finish our homework, no..." her tone
one that was trying to convince herself more than me. "Hmm ... sounds
OK to me..." I said casually, trying very hard to control my arousal at the
thought of spending the night with these two sexy teenage schoolgirls in
the house.
Soon we reached Jigna's school, and as she got off my bike, she waved to
her friends at school proudly, as if wanting to show off that she was
getting dropped off by someone. She lingered for a moment once she got
off, before clasping my arm and saying "I'll wait for you in the evening,
bhaiyaa..." her eyes looking into mine. The sheer passion with which this
teenage girl was displaying her liking for me was enough to turn me on.
With that, I engaged gear and rode off, waving my byes to her. Meeting
the young sexy Jigna after all these days had turned me on immensely,
and I was looking forward to some relief. I knew that I could go to
Kalpana aunty's house any time I wanted, and that she'd only be more
than happy to 'entertain' me.
But I decided against it; not wanting her husband to suspect anything. In
any case, I'd be going to her place at night today. And moreover, I'd had
my fill of mature women over the last few days, and was craving for some
fresher meat. That's when I suddenly rememberd that I had an open
invitation from the voluptuous Radhika aunty to visit her parlour once
again. It was too early in the day, and I was not sure if she'd have opened
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her parlor by now. All the same, I decided to take a chance and drop in at
her place. As I approached out colony, I swung my bike into the lane
where Radhika aunty lived, and also ran her parlor.
Parking my bike a few blocks away, so that it would not be spotted
outside Radhika aunty's house, I walked over to her house. As I
approached the door, and was about to ring the bell, I heard the tinkling
sounds of a bell from inside. Nonetheless, I rang the bell. The door was
opened a few moments later by Rakhi, the fair Sindhi girl who was the
youngest of the three girls who worked at Radhika aunty's parlor. As I'd
mentioned before, she was an extremely fair thin petite girl, who had just
crossed 20. She had a slender face with a sharp nose and a delicate
pointed chin. Her hair was cut short so that they came to just below her
ears. But to me the prettiest part of her face were her lips.
Slender, like the rest of her, her lips were almost pink and that rather
wide mouth lent a unique character to her face. She was dressed in a
simple white Lucknowi suit comprising of a tailored figure-hugging
kameez that accentuated her slender, almost thin, body and her small
petite breasts, and a matching loose baggy lehenga. Upon seeing me, her
eyes widened with surprise. But she recovered quickly, and folding her
hands together in greeting, said to me with a smile "Namaste, sir ... good
morning, sir..." As I glanced inside; I realized that the sound of bells
tinkling I'd heard was them performing their morning pooja. It never
ceased to amaze me how people of almost every profession sought God's
blessings for the work they did, no matter what the work was.
I mumbled an embarrassed "Good morning..." even as Radhika aunty

and the other girl, Swati, turned to look at me. Radhika aunty was
holding a plate laden with the usual pooja material comprising of some
rice, a bowl of water, some red kumkum, some fruits, and a few flowers.
She was reciting a pooja even as she kept ringing the bell with her right
hand, and moving her left hand holding the plate in a circular motion. A
few incense sticks had been lit under the single photograph of one of the
numerous Hindu deities.
Her eyes too widened upon seeing me at this early hour in the morning,
and her plump sexy face creased into a pleased smile. "Oh, I'm sorry..." I
mouthed noiselessly to her, embarrassed at having interrupted their
pooja, and gestured with my hand conveying that I'd leave and come
back later. Without stopping her recital, she shook her head in the
negative, and indicated to me with her eyes that I should stay. As I
stepped inside uncomfortably, Rakhi closed the door behind me. I stood
there silently with my hands clasped in front of me, as I watched Radhika
aunty go about her morning prayers, which I presumed was the norm at
the start of every day of business.
As always, she was dressed ornately in a dark green Banarsi silk saree,
with a red border, embroidered with golden thread. Under the saree, she
wore her ubiquitous sleeveless blouse, which was of a color that matched
the red border of her saree, and showed of her bare fleshy arms in good
measure. She had all her ornaments on, including the heavy gold and
black bead mangalsutra, a dozen red and green glass bangles in each
hand, and dangling gold ear rings. As always, she wore her saree well
below her navel, accentuating the fleshiness of her well rounded belly
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and heavy fleshy hips.

The other dark skinned girl, 25-year old Swati, was dressed pale green
salwar-kameez, once again tailored to show off her homely didi-next-
door figure to perfection. She too was of a slim build, though much fuller
than the almost bony structure of Rakhi. She had an oval angular face
with large expressive eyes and prominent eyelashes. Though dark, she
was one of those dusky beauties who could turn you on with just her
eyes. Her straight hair was tied back in a simple pony, and with the
dupatta of her dress draped over her head, she looked like your next door
neighbourhood friend's elder sister. Her medium sized breasts, which I
estimated to be 32-C, were well rounded and hung rather low on her
chest.
Soon, Radhika aunty finished her pooja, and turned towards me with a
smile. "Looks like my morning prayers have been answered..." she said
brightly " ... look who is the first person to step into my parlor today..."
even as she walked up to me and proceeded to apply some of the red
kumkum from her plate on my forehead. "I'm sorry aunty that I
disturbed your pooja..." I began apologetically, even as I lowered my
head to allow her to apply the red powder on my forehead. "Hush..." she
cut me off " ... here ... have some prashad..." she said, thrusting a piece of
cut apple into my mouth.
With that she turned towards the two girls, both of who were standing
with their hands folded and their dupatta draped over their head. She
proceeded to repeat the same with them. Finally, she applied some of the
kumkum on her own forehead, before proceeding to keep the plate on the
mantle. Turning towards me, she gave me a smile of genuine pleasure,
and said "I'm so glad you decided to come in the morning itself beta ...
now I'm sure the rest of the day will go very well..." even as she walked
up to me, and placing one of her hands on my waist, proceeded to pinch
my chin fondly; as if I were a little boy.
As I blushed, the dusky Swati said in a tinkling voice "Yes, Radhika ji ...
now that Jignesh sir has come ... we will have a wonderful day..." a smile
on her sexy lips even as she looked straight into my eyes. At this Radhika
aunty pulled me towards her by my waist, causing my arms to press
against her heavy firm breasts, and said with a little chuckle "Oh yes ...
but first we have to make sure we give him a wonderful time ... don't
we..." her eyes merry even as she playfully pinched my cheeks. "Oh yes,
ma'am ... we will..." Swati replied promply, her big round eyes on me; a
seductive smile on her dark lips.
"Won't we, Rakhi..." she said flirtatiously to the other girl, even though
her eyes continued to gaze into mine. Clearly embarrassed, the demure
Rakhi only managed to mumble "Uh ... yes, sure ma'am..." her eyes
darting to steal a glance at me before she looked away. "Ok, girls ... go
and get ready for work now..." Radhika aunty instructed the two girls, as
she took my hand and said to me "You come with me, beta..." and led me
to her massage room upstairs, even as the two girls disappeared into the
bedroom on the ground floor to change into their uniforms.
As I followed her up the stairs, I asked "Hasn't Seema didi come today,
aunty..." since there was no sign of her. "Oh, she called today morning to
say that she was not feeling too well..." replied Radhika aunty, even as my
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eyes were riveted to the way her heavy ass swung under her saree as she
climbed the stairs. After last night's torrid session with Seema didi and
her mother, I was not surprised that she did not seem to be too keen on
coming to work today. As we entered the bedroom that served as the
massage room for customers, Radhika aunty turned towards me and said
"You take off your clothes now, beta ... I'll be with you in a minute..." a
hint of mischief in her smile.
Though this was my second time here, the idea of stripping in front of a
houseful of women was still uncomfortable to me. As Radhika aunty
disappeared into the other room, I began to remove my clothes, and soon
stripped down to just my underwear. To my embarrassment, I noticed
that there was a small wet spot on my white Jockey underwear, where my
aroused penis had secreted a small amount of pre-cum, thanks to having
fooled around with the delightful Jigna in the morning. I contemplated
removing my underwear also, but decided against it since I was even
more embarrassed to get completely naked.
Just as I was debating in my mind, Radhika aunty swept into the room,
followed by the two girls, Swati and Rakhi. The sight of her left me
gaping. My eyes widened involuntarily as I took in the sight of Radhika
aunty and the two girls. She had taken off her saree, and was clad only in
her red sleeveless blouse and a matching red petticoat! Except for her
saree, she'd removed nothing, and looked incredibly arousing, including
her heavy gold mangalsutra, the big red bindi on her forehead, her thick
lush lips adorned with lipstick, the gold earrings dangling from her ear
lobes, and the dozen green & red glass bangles on each hand.
It was then that I realized that she was wearing high-heeled sandals,
which contributed to make her look at least an inch taller than she actuall
was. As I swallowed, my eyes moved towards the two young girls, Swati
and Rakhi. Both of them had changed into their uniform comprising of a
short pleated black skirt, and a black knit collared t-shirt that had the
words "Radhika's Beauty Spa" embroidered into them in white thread, on
the left side of the chest. "Are you ready, beta..." Radhika aunty asked me
with a bright smile, even as the seductive dusky Swati gazed into my eyes
with a hint of a teasing smile on her dark lips, her eyes taking in my well
muscled body.
The rather shy and demure Rakhi, just stood there behind Radhika aunty
and Swati, her hands clasped in front of her skirt, and she looked every
bit like a shy young school girl, in that black skirt and t-shirt uniform,
which contrasted sharply with the fair milky white complexion of her
skin. My cock stiffened considerably, as I turned to look at Radhika aunty
again, and replied "Uh, yes ... yes, aunty..." who by now had come closer
to me. "Why don't you lie down, beta..." she said with a merry twinkle in
her eyes, which held the promise of many naughty things to come.
As I lay back on the bed, Radhika aunty leaned forward and said in a soft
voice "Today we're going to give you a time that you'll never forget,
beta..." her eyes gazing into mine " ... all three of us are going to service
you..." she continued. "I never service my customers myself, beta ... but
for you..." she let her voice trail. "Oh, aunty ... really..." I mumbled, even
as I struggled to keep my eyes away from her heavy lush breasts that
strained against the confines of her snug fitting red sleeveless blouse and
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bra underneath. "Yes, beta ... really ... if you don't believe me ... ask
them..." she said, waving her hand in the direction of Swati and Rakhi.
"Yes, sir..." the dusky Swati chimed in immediately, eager to join the
conversation. "Many VIP customers ask for Radhika ma'am ... but she
has never agreed..." she continued, looking at me with her dark seductive
eyes.
"Oh, aunty ... you're being so nice to me..." was all that I managed to
mumble, even as Radhika aunty continued to smile at me and let her
fingers trail along my forearm. "Whatever you want, beta ... whatever you
need us to do ... just ask, ok..." she said huskily, squeezing my forearm.
Embarrassed to the core, I squirmed, and glanced at the two girls, who
too were looking intently at me, though the shy Rakhi immediately
averted her gaze when my eyes met hers. As if reading my thoughts,
Radhika aunty said "Don't feel shy because of them, beta ... they're here
for your pleasure only ... they'll do whatever you tell them to ... won't you,
girls..." addressing the girls as she sat down on the bed by the side of my
waist.
"Yes, ma'am..." replied the dusky Swati immediately, even as she came
close to my legs, and gently placed her hand on my shin, her eyes
shinging as she gave me a suggestive look. It was when she moved
towards my feet on the bed that I noticed how her breasts swung freely
under the black knit t-shirt. It took me a moment to realize that Swati
was not wearing her bra under her t-shirt, and that caused her rather
low-hung breasts to swing freely under her t-shirt. When she noticed that
I was looking at her breasts, she allowed a slow seductive smile to come
to her dark lips, and then turned her gaze to the bulge that was now
prominently visible through my white underwear.
The slim fair Rakhi also moved towards my other leg, so that the two
girls were now positioned near my feet at the foot of the bed, while
Radhika aunty was seated on the bed right next to my waist. Running her
hands across my chest, she said "You have a very nice body, beta ... did
you go to the gym today also?" her hands continuing to roam across my
chest. "Umm, yes ... aunty..." I mumbled, goosebumps coming on my
skin as I felt her red painted nails scrape my nipples. "Haan, ma'am ...
such a nice body sir has no..." chimed in the dusky Swati sexily, batting
her eyelashes.
"Don't you think so, Rakhi..." she asked, continuing to give me all sorts of
suggestive looks with her large dark limpid pools. Startled, the demure
Rakhi answered "Uh, haan ... yes..." her eyes fluttering wildly. "Ok, girls
... the oil must me warm now ... go get it..." instructed Radhika aunty to
the girls. With a chorus of "Yes, ma'am..." both the girls went into the
other room to fetch the oil, with which I presumed they were going to
massage me. As the girls disappeared into the other room, Radhika aunty
turned to me and said "Beta, I think you should remove your underwear
also ... otherwise it will get stained with oil, no..." a glint of a teasing
smile on her red lip-sticked lush lips.
Seeing the look of discomfiture on my face, she hastily added "Oh, don't
feel shy beta ... it's only us..." laughing gaily at my state. "Uh, aunty..." I
said, not at all comfortable with stripping completely even before they
began the massage. "Arre, beta..." Radhika aunty chided me "If you're so
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shy, then I'll give you a towel ... here..." handing me a thick white turkey
towel to wrap around my waist. Instead of handing it to me, she just
draped it across my pelvis, and said with another little chuckle "Now are
you comfortable ... now you can remove your underwear..." a sexy lilt to
her womanly voice.
Avoiding her gaze, I slid my hands under the towel, and lifting my hips
off the bed, proceeded to push my underwear down my thighs. She
helped me in pulling it down my legs and removing it from my ankles,
just as the girls returned carrying two glass bowls of warm aromatic oil.
Radhika aunty stood up from the bed, and began to remove the
numerous rings she'd worn on her fingers, even as the girls placed one
bowl on the night stand at the head of the bed, and the other on a small
stool at the foot of the bed.
Walking up towards the head of the bed, so that she was behind my head,
Radhika aunty ran her fingers through my hair, and said "Beta, it's been
a long time since I myself massaged someone ... so if there's anything you
feel uncomfortable with ... tell me..." "Yes, aunty..." I responded, even as
she dipped her fingers in the bowl of warm aromatic oil, and began to
massage my forehead with.
At the same time, the two girls also wet their hands with oil, and began to
massage my feet, Swati taking on my right foot, while Rakhi began on my
left foot. As her thick fleshy hands began to gently rub my forehead and
temple, Radhika aunty said in a soft voice "Just relax, ok beta..." her
fingers beginning to massage my head fully. I closed my eyes; as I felt
this mature 36-year old Punjabi housewife, along with her two young
employees, begin to work their magic on my head and feet.
Through my closed eyes, I felt Radhika aunty reach for something under
the bed, and suddenly I felt the upper portion of the bed rising. It was
then that I realized that the bed had some contraption built into it, which
allowed the upper half of it to be raised along a hinge in the middle. "Are
you comfortable, beta..." I heard Radhika aunty ask me, as she locked the
lever into place, such that the bed was now raised at an incline of about
30-degrees, rather than being flat. "Yes, aunty..." I replied, wondering
how they'd thought of such things.
Pouring a liberal amount of the warm aromatic oil in her palm, Radhik
aunty began to massage my scalp vigorously, even as Swati and Rakhi
were painstakingly rubbing each of my toes with their soft hands. I could
hear the glass bangles on Radhika aunty's hands tinkle, as she made
casual talk with me, enquiring about my college, and teasing me about
my girlfriends, even as she continued to massage my head and scalp in a
firm yet soothing manner. Her gently massaging of my head was so
soothing that in a while I felt myself dozing off.
After a while, I felt her shaking me by my shoulder. As my eyelids
fluttered open, I saw that she'd moved to the side of my face, and was
looking at me, an enigmatic smile on her face. "You look so cute when
you're sleeping, beta..." she said fondly, ruffling my hair as if I was some
small kid. "Sorry, aunty..." I mumbled " ... your hands were so soothing
that I dozed off..." At that she let out a little laugh, and leaned forward
towards me, resting her elbows on my chest so that her heavy ample
breasts straining inside that red sleeveless blouse of hers was only inches
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away from my face.

Running a long nailed finger along my face, she said in a soft voice "I'm
very glad to hear that, beta ... now that I know I can put you to sleep ... let
me see if I can awaken you also..." the last few words said in a husky
whisper, even as she brought her face close to mine, and slid her hand
down my torso, to run her palm over the lump of my cock under the thick
white turkey towel. As I'd dozed off, my cock was limp. Teasingly running
her fingers over the limp lump in my briefs, she brought her face so close
to mine, that any further and our lips would have met. I could feel her
hot breath on my face, and could feel the faint smell of paan from her
mouth.
"We can't have him going to sleep, can we..." she said a thick soft voice,
as her fingers continued their teasing minstrations on my limp cock
through the under wear. I was beginning to breathe faster now, and
glanced at the two girls, who were still at my legs. They'd moved up to my
shin now, and had bent my legs at the knees, and were massaging my
calves. The petite Rakhi was intent on massaging my calves with her pale
milky white soft hands, while the dusky didi-next-door Swati was too
doing the same thing, but her eyes were on my face, a seductive
expression on her face.
The combination of Radhika aunty's hot breath on my face, her heavy
mature full rounded breasts pressing against my chest through the
blouse & bra, and her fingers teasing my cock, got me erect in no time,
and I could feel my cock stiffening and begin to form a tent under the
towel. As I felt my cock stiffen, Radhika aunty straightened and

continuing to let the palm of her right hand rest on my stiffness pushed
away a stray strand of hair from her round Punjabi face. Now she was
standing right next to my chest, and due to the elevated position of the
adjustable bed, I had a good view of her heavy well endowed bosom.
Reaching out with my right hand, I clasped her fleshy ample waist, and
said hoarsely "Aunty, I'm..." letting my voice trail. "Yes, beta ... I know..."
she replied in a soft voice, even as my eyes went from her face to the deep
cleavage caused by her bra holding together her heavy breasts together
inside the blouse. Pulling my eyes away from her breasts, I looked into
her eyes, hoping my gaze would convey my desire. As our eyes met, she
straightened her back, and thrusting her chest out a little bit, said to me
huskily "You want to see my breasts, beta..." her voice so clear that it
embarrassed me.
"Ohh, aunty..." was all I managed to gasp. At this, she smiled at me
benignly, and cupping both of her breasts in her palms through the
blouse, she said with a little smile "I'm old now, beta ... but my breasts
are not so bad ... I try to maintain them ... do you think they are sagging a
bit now..." her voice a seductive croon, as she cupped her heavy breasts
and proferred them for my examination. Squeezing them with her hands,
she crooned "See ... they're still quite firm ... feel them..." her voice
inviting, as she leant forward a little bit, inviting me to feel her breasts.
With a little groan, I reached out and felt one of her heavy 36-C full
breasts with my hand. As my fingers closed around the almost firm flesh
of her heavy mature breasts, she smiled with satisfaction and said
"Would you like to see them, beta..." referring to her breasts. "Oh yes,
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aunty..." I said softly, trying my level best not to get carried away. At this,
she let out a little chuckle that embarrassed me, and without a word,
began to open the hooks of her red sleeveless blouse. As I watched the
sexy 36-year old Punjabi housewife open the hooks of her blouse, I felt
the girl Swati give an extra hard squeeze to my calf muscle.
Turning my gaze to her, I saw that she was looking at me with a smile,
and as her hands rapidly rubbed my calf muscles, her loose ripe breasts
jiggled invitingy under the thick fabric of her black knit t-shirt. Seeing me
glance at her chest, she leaned forward purposely, and pressed her soft
breasts to my knees through her t-shirt, all the while keeping her eyes on
me. In response, I pressed my right knee back to her chest, relishing the
feel of her soft pliant breasts under the t-shirt. Rakhi, on the other hand
was still intently massaging my left calf, her eyes focused only on my legs
and avoiding looking at anyone else. To encourage her, I pressed my bent
knee towards her too, an action which caused her to glance at me and
give me a nervous smile.
By this time, the busty Radhika aunty had opened all the hooks of her red
sleeveless blouse. As my eyes took in the sight of her full mature and
heavy breasts encased inside a frilly black bra, I swallowed involuntarily
and licked my lips. Her breasts were so heavy and full that I was sure she
was a D-cup and not a 36-C as I'd estimated earlier. It was as if the heavy
mass of her breasts were straining to leap out of a bra that was clearly
one size too small for her. As she kept her eyes on me, and peeled the
sleeveless blouse off her shoulders, I saw the way her thick turgid nipples
were protruding from the lacy material of her black bra.

Her skin was wheat complexioned and not very smooth, with freckles
spread liberally over her torso. The sight of her fully made-up, in her
black bra and the red petticoat, which was worn well below her navel to
display her fleshy yet firm belly with a deep navel, caused my cock to
lurch inside my underwear. Dropping her discarded blouse on the floor
she took my right hand in hers, and brought it to her cheeks, resting her
cheek in the palm of my hand. Closing her eyes, she sighed and slowly
moved her face so that my palms caressed her cheeks; an action which
also caused my elbows to brush against those incredibly heavy and firm
breasts.
Operning her eyes, she looked at me with an expression of unbridled lust,
and to my utter surprise, slid the index finger of my hand into her lush
wet mouth. As I felt her thick red lipsticked lips close around my index
finger and her tongue begin to suck on my finger, I groaned "Ohh, aunty
... you're driving me crazy..." At this she smiled, and said in a sexy
whisper "Oh, this is just the beginning, beta..." With that she slid my
finger out of her mouth, and slid it down her neck, till it came to rest in
between the deep cleavage formed by her big heavy breasts pressed
together inside the bra.
As my finger traced a wet line from her neck to her cleavage, my palm
involuntarily closed around the heavy fleshiness of her breasts through
the bra, an action to which she responded by throwing back her head in
an exaggerated gesture of arousal, and emitting a low throaty moan. She
was a professional to the core, knowing just what it took to feign arousal,
and make a man feel like a king. I decided that two could play the game
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too. Letting out a moan of arousal myself, as I scraped my fingers against

the protrusion of her thick nipples through the bra, I exclaimed "Oh,
aunty ... even after all these years ... you're still the sexiest lady I've ever
seen..."
At this, her eyes fluttered open, and I saw the look of pleasure color her
cheeks. "Really, beta..." she gushed " ... you really think so..." "Oh yes,
aunty ... yes..." I responded with as much feigned fervor that I could.
Before she could say anything else, the sexy Swati chimed in from behind
"Yes, ma'am ... even at this age ... you're so much more sexier than most
younger girls ... that's why all customers always ask about you when
we're giving them a massage..." her voice eager, not wanting to miss a
chance to flatter her employer. Pleased at the flattery she was receiving
not only from me, but her own employee, Radhika aunty's plump face
flushed with pleasure, and she glanced at the demure Rakhi, as if to seek
her opinion too.
The poor shy girl just smiled embarrassedly, and mumbled something
incomprehensible, her eyes darting towards me in between. "You made
me really happy today, beta..." gushed Radhika aunty, and without any
preamble just leant forward and pressed her lush red lips to mine.
"Ummm..." she moaned, as she darted her tongue in and out of her
mouth and tried to pry open my lips, even as she muttered "I have never
kissed any of my customers, beta ... but you are special..." as she slid her
thick wet tongue into my mouth and tongued me passionately, pressing
her bra-clad heavy mature breasts to press against my chest.
As I let out a muffled groan and opened my mouth to French kiss her
mouth, she also slid her hand down my belly and once again squeezed
my already erect cock through the white turkey towel. "Ummmhhh..." I
also moaned, squirming on the bed, as I felt her tongue invade my
mouth, the faint smell of cloves enticing in her mouth, even as I felt her
fingers close around the thick girth of my cock through the towel.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I caressed her back, even as I lifted
my hips off the bed, urging her to feel my now fully erect cock. At the
same time, my right hand slid under her armpit as I tried to grab hold of
her heavy breast pressing against my chest.
Taking the cue, the lusty Radhika aunty pulled her lips away from mine,
already beginning to breathe heavily, and quickly reached behind her
back. Straightening, she quickly undid the clasp of her bra behind her
back, all the while keeping her eyes on me. As the strap of her black lacy
bra came undone, the heavy mass of her breasts seem to settle down with
a weight of their own, pulling the bra straps off her shoulder in the
process. I watched, mesmeised, as the lusty Radhika aunty slowly slid the
straps off her shoulders and bared her magnificent heavy breasts to me.
She was a sight to behold. There is something incredibly erotic about a
housewife who's topless and yet has all the rest of her ornaments and
make-up on. Kalpana aunty with her 38-C breasts had a broader chest
than Radhika aunty, but the girth and volume of Radhika aunty's
magnificent Punjabi breasts was definitely more than that of Kalpana
aunty; and I was dead sure that she was a 36-D cup. Even though they
settled on her flesh belly due to their own sheer weight, they still sat
proudly on her chest like like a firm mass of flesh.
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They were not soft or pliant by any sense, but rather had an incredible
firmness to them. She did not have very good skin, but more than made
up for it by the sheer eroticism of her nearly perfect mature breasts. They
were capped by a pair of thick dark brown nipples, which had dark black
areolas usually associated with women her age. The clinking of her glass
bangles as she dropped her bra on the floor, snapped me out of my
reverie, and my eyes flew to her face. She was watching me with an
expression that was a strange mixture of pride, affection, and lust.
To Be continued..
Part - 32
Straightening her back, she shook her chest gently, causing those heavy
breasts of hers to shake, even as she looked into my eyes and asked "Are
they as nice as you expected, beta..." her voice betraying her need to be
re-assured. "Ohh, aunty..." I croaked " ... far far better than I expected..."
Hearing this, she smiled with pleasure, and cupping both of her heavy
breasts in her hands, shook them enticingly in front of my face. "I know
I'm fishing for compliments, beta ... but what to do ... these days I rarely
get any compliments from young men like you..." she said with a little
laugh, even as she herself glanced at her breasts, and ran her palms along
the sides of it, as if massaging them to bring the circulation back.
"Oh, ma'am..." chirped the sexy Swati from the side " ... why do you say
that ... we keep telling you no ... that you have such a sexy hot body ... hai
na, Jignesh sir..." the last few words directed at me. "Of course..." I
responded, still unable to pull my eyes away from her heavenly
mammaries, as I licked my lips involuntarily " ... Uncle is such a luck
man..." I added, referring to her husband.
At this, Radhika aunty threw her head back, and laughed heartily, an
action which caused her heavy breasts to quiver. "You're so cute, beta..."
she said, to my utter discomfiture at being called "cute" again, before
adding " ... but I think you're the one who's luckier ... having the three of
us at the same time to service you..." her voice naughty and teasing again,
as she continued to chuckle. At this, I turned my gaze to look at the other
two girls, both of who had gone back to my feet, and were massaging the
toes. The sexy Swati was standing right at my feet, and as she rubbed the
fingers of my toes, she was pressing her pelvis to my feet; while the
demure Rakhi was a picture of dedication, intent on massaging my left
feet.
When my eyes met Swati's, she bit her lips seductively, and ground her
pelvis to the small of my feet. I smiled at her, and turned my gaze back to
Radhika aunty who'd by now climbed on to the bed at the side of my
hips, and was leaning forward with both her palms resting on either side
of my head, dangling those heavy mature breasts right over my face.
"Just compliments won't do, beta..." she said huskily, shaking her torso
again causing those heavy mammaries to quiver and shake in front of my
face.
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With a groan, I reached out and cupped both of her heavy breasts in my
hands. As my palms closed around the flesh of her breasts, I was amazed
by how hard and firm they were. A slow smile creased the lusty Punjabi
housewife's face, as my fingers squeezed the flesh of her breasts, and her
eyes bore into mine intently. Leaning forward further, she brought her
lush red lips close to mine, and thrust out her tongue. Without touching
her lips to mine, she began to run her tongue along my lips, encouraging
me to do the same.
I responded by opening my mouth, and thrusting out my tongue too. Our
tongues intertwined and lashed against each other erotically, our salivas
intermingling, as she let out a low throat moan, feeling my fingers
squeeze and knead her heavy fleshy breasts. This was new to me, as I'd
never experienced such a 'tongue-licking' only, without out lips touching.
With a groan, I squeezed her breasts hard, eliciting another groan of
pleasure from her. Pulling her tongue away, she gazed into my face, her
face clouded with lust.
She watched the way my chest rose and fell with my shallow breathing,
before lowering herself further on my face, thrusting those delicious
mature breasts into my mouth. With an animal like cry, I clasped my
mouth over her left breast, opening them wide to take as much of her
heavenly breasts as possible into my mouth, and began licking and
sucking on them like a man possessed. Her left hand grabbed hold of my
hair and pulled them roughly towards her breasts, urging me to suck on
them harder, even as slid my right hand to her voluptuous heavy butt
and squeezed them.

"Yesss, beta..." she hissed, as she slid her free right hand down my belly
and almost roughly grabbed hold of my throbbing hard cock through the
towel, which by now had formed a tent under the towel. I desperately
wanted her to take hold of my rock hard cock in her hands and start
stroking them, but she just kept teasing it through the towel, prolonging
my sweet torture. As I pulled my mouth away from her breasts to catch
my breath, I saw her twist her neck sideways and motion something
imperceptibly with her head to Swati and Rakhi.
At that unsaid command, Swati smiled and nodded her head at Radhika
aunty, and immediately ceased the manipulations they were subjecting
my feet to. Then to my utter arousal, both of them bent forward, and
taking each of the big toes of my feet into their mouth, began to suck on
them! A surge of arousal coursed through me like electricity, as I felt
these two young girls sucking on my toes, and I let out a small cry.
"Auntieeee..." I hissed, tightening my grasp around Radhika aunty's
proferred breasts, even as I involuntarily jerked my feet back.
"Relax, beta ... just kiss me..." she whispered with urgency, once again
plunging her mouth towards mine and began kissing me with ardor,
plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. Pulling her mouth away from
mine, she straightened her back, and sat up. Looking into my eyes with a
hint of a smile on her thick lush lips, her chest heaving, she slid her
hands back up to my chest, and began to tease my erect nipples with her
long red finger nails. At the same time, Swati and Rakhi began to work
their way upwards, continuing to run their tongue in a teasing manner,
from my toes to my ankles.
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With a little sigh, Radhika aunty leant forward, and began to run her
tongue along my ear lobes, causing me to squirm violently. As goose
bumps came up on my arms and chest, she slid her tongue to my neck,
and then on to my chest. It was as if the whole thing was orchestrated,
with Radhika aunty conducting the show. As soon as Radhika aunty
began to lick my chest, and flick her tongue across my nipples, the two
girls also began to slide their tongue upwards, holding on to my legs, and
licking the insides of my knees.
I was going crazy with all this tongue teasing, and squirmed and thrashed
about on the bed violently, prompting Radhika aunty to look into my face
with a smile and whisper "Just relax, beta ... then it won't tickle you..." as
if she could read my mind. The sensations of arousal were no longer just
restricted to my cock, and I guess that was what these professionally
trained masseuses could do to you. As Radhika aunty saw me gazing at
her breasts and her thick brown erect nipples which were still glistening
with my saliva, she said "You want to suck on them, beta..." her voice
husky. I just nodded my head, unable to speak.
Giving me a benign smile, she stood up and quickly moved to behind my
head. Leaning forward from behind my head, so that her heavy mature
breasts were almost smothering my face, she began to run her tongue
along my chest and nipples again; thus giving me the best of both worlds.
I groaned as I grabbed hold of her breasts roughly, and squeezed and
mauled them, and lost no time in clamping my mouth around them and
sucking on them like a man possessed, driven crazy by the three tongues
that were teasing and licking my body.

In that postion, bent over me, she slid both her hands towards my pelvis
and began to tease my erect cock through the thick towel again, running
her short thick fingers along the length of my shaft under the towel. The
two girls, Swati and Rakhi, had by now straightened, and pushed my legs
back so that they were bent at the knees at a right angle, my feet resting
on the bed. I caught them looking at Radhika aunty, and in response to
something she would have conveyed to them by eye-signs, nodded their
heads.
Pouring some more oil into their palms, they began to massage the
underside of my thighs. Since my legs were lifted off the bed from my
hips, the towel around my waist had slipped up. I reached down to adjust
the towel to cover my erect phallus again, an action which caused the
dusky Swati to smile at me knowingly. The girls were on either side of me
now, Swati on my right and Rakhi on my left. Having massaged my
hamstrings thoroughly with the warm aromatic oil, they made me
straighten my legs once again.
The tent formed under the white towel by my erect cock was clearly
visible, and I saw the shy Rakhi steal a glace at it. I was past caring now,
since I was going berserk on Radhika aunty's heavy plump breasts which
she was liberally rubbing across my face now, running it across my
tongue which I had stuck out of my mouth. Not a word was being spoken
and the only sounds were of my heavy breathing, and Radhika aunty's
occasional sighs of pleasure as I caught hold of her breasts once in a
while and flicked my tongue across the erect nipples rapidly.
Having made me straighten my legs, the two girls moved upwards
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towards my torso, and gently pulled at my arms. It was obvious that they
were following Radhika aunty's instructions. Taking hold of my arms,
both of them made me rest the palm of my hand on their shoulders, and
began to knead the muscles of my arms. Radhika aunty too straightened
up, and began to knead the muscles of my shoulders and the crook of my
neck with her well oiled hands. Freed of her smothering breasts, I looked
at Swati.
Upon catching my glance, she flashed me one of her seductive dusky
smiles, and moved closer to me, causing my elbows to press against the
pliant softness of her free hanging breasts under the t-shirt. I responded
with a knowing smile of my own, and pressed my elbows harder against
the softness of her breasts. Turning my head to the other side, I
purposely looked at the petite young Rakhi. As I looked at her, she lefted
her gaze and gave me a shy embarrassed smile, something that turned
me on more than Swati's lascivious smile had. I gave her a genuine warm
smile, and squeezed her shoulder. This made her look at me again, and
seeing the smile on my face, she smiled a little more confidently.
Swati then proceeded to sit down on the bed by the side of my hips, and
resting my elbow in her lap, began to knead and press each of the fingers
of my hand. Having finished with my fingers and palm, she moved
towards my forearm and then to my upper arm, leaving my hand free to
move. Deciding that I'd played the shy boy enough, I slid my hand over
her luscious low hanging breasts, and pressed them softly through the
knit fabric of her t-shirt. It was as if she was waiting all along for me to
do that, for she reacted by letting out an exaggerated sigh, clasping my

palm and pressing it on to her breasts in encouragement.
As I ran my thumb over the softness of her plaint breasts through the t-
shirt, trying to trace the outline of her nipples, I turned my gaze towards
Rakhi. Her petite breasts were hardly visible through the loose t-shirt,
and I decided to take a bolder approach with her. Sliding my hand down
her torso, I placed the palm of my left hand on her slender waist. When
she felt my grasp tighten on her taut slender waist, I felt her stiffen, even
though she still did not look me in the eye.
I slid my hands down further, and felt her smooth, almost skinny, thighs
under the hem of her black skirt. I felt her quiver when my palm touched
the milky whiteness of her slender thighs. I was tempted to slide my
hands under her skirt and cup her small derriere, but decided against it. I
realized that this girl was not a professional like Swati, and decided to go
easy with her. Instead, I just squeezed her thigh gently, which made her
look at my face tentatively. If anything, she was cute. Slender aquiline
face, thin rosy lips, and short hair cropped in a boyish fashion. The color
had rushed to her cheeks due to the attention I was giving her, and her
thin pink lips were parted, with her breath coming out faster.
Her small perky breasts were almost indistinguishable under the black t-
shirt, and in that uniform, she looked like a young school girl, even
though she was almost 20. When she looked at my face, I gave her a
reassuring smile and nodded my head imperceptibly, which I hoped
would convey to her that I was not going to treat her like a whore. I
thought she understood my look, for she reciprocated my smile with an
almost relieved smile, and as if to convey the feeling, gave my shoulder
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an extra squeeze, where her hands were massaging me.

This little unspoken exchange between me and Rakhi had not gone
unnoticed by the dusky Swati, and as if to bring my attention back to her,
she gave my other shoulder and extra squeeze on the right side. I turned
my gaze to her, only to see that she was looking intently at my face, her
expression seeming to pose a question. She was probably used to getting
more of the attention between these two girls, and was visibly miffed that
I was paying more attention to the diminutive Rakhi.
Giving her a smile, I raised my arm at the elbows, and once again let it
rest against her torso, the back of my palm coming in contact with her
soft pliant breasts. She batted her eyelids flirtatiously, and slid her oily
hands to my chest, running it over my chest. I'd momentarily forgotten
Radhika aunty, who was still standing behind my head and gently
massaging my neck muscles. When she slid her hands on to my chest too,
I glanced up at her. She gave me a knowing smile, and slid her fingers to
the hair at the center of my chest. When she ran her fingers through the
hair and tugged at them gently, I said "Yes aunty, I know ... I too wish I
did not have so much hair on my body..." which was a fact since I was
rather conscious of the fact that I had hair on my chest and my legs.
"Arre, beta ... what are you saying..." she said to me in a chiding tone " ...
hair on your body makes you look so manly ... otherwise the girls will call
you a chikna no..." she added with a laugh. "Haan, sir..." added Swati
from the side, eager as always to join a conversation, and second her
employer " ... you look so macho because of the hair ... and you have such
a nice body, sir..." she added, giving my nipples a playful pinch, an

impish smile on her face. I smiled at her flattery, and asked "Really... ?"
giving her erect nipples a pinch through the t-shirt, to which she
responded with a giggle.
"Really, sir..." she replied instantly in an earnest voice " ... hai na, Rakhi...
?" she asked Rakhi, as if to reassure me. Embarrassed, Rakhi glanced at
Swati's face first, before turning to look at me, as she replied "Uhh ...
haan, yes sir..." embarrassed at being dragged into this teasing
conversation. "Now you're happy, beta..." laughed Radhika aunty " ... all
three of us have given you a certificate of being macho..." playfully
pinching my nipples again, her fingers interlacing with Swati's which
were already on them.
"Certificate to idhar hai, ma'am..." added the dusky Swati with a
mischievous smile, as she placed her free right hand on the protrusion of
my cock which was swollen like a pole under the thick white towel, and
gave it a gentle squeeze, eliciting laughter from Radhika aunty. It was
first time today that one of these two girls had taken the initiative of
fondling my cock, and it heightened my sense of arousal. I slid my hand
down Swati's firm slender body till it came to rest on her waist, and gave
it a squeeze.
She giggled and looked at me, before turning to glance at Radhika aunty.
She must have got some sort of a signal from Radhika aunty, for she
immediately began to pull her t-shirt from her skirt where it was tucked
inside. The gesture, though subtle, was hugely erotic for me, as in was an
open invitation for me to slide my hand under her t-shirt. I obliged
immediately by sliding my hand under her t-shirt and feeling the bare
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skin of her waist. She gazed into my eyes intently and took a step closer
towards me, as if urging me to go further.
Her skin was hot to touch, and as I slid my hand further up under her
black knit t-shirt, I was rewarded immediately by the feel of her soft
pliant breasts under them. They were so incredibly soft, perhaps the
softest pair of tits I'd ever felt. As I'd said earlier, her breasts were not the
firm perky types, but rather the longish soft types, which hung rather low
on her chest. Cupping her soft dangling breasts in my palm, I squeezed
them, eliciting a moan from her. She put on a sufficient act of twisting
her head sideways, and putting on an expression of exaggerated arousal
on her dark sexy face, biting her lips in the process.
I felt a movement on my left side, and turned to see that Rakhi too was
pulling out her t-shirt from where it was tucked inside her pleated short
skirt, ostensibly on a signal from Radhika aunt too. And then to my utter
surprise, she took my left hand in hers and gently placed it on her hips,
under her t-shirt, all the while avoiding looking at me. I felt a small
shudder go through her when she felt my hand on the bare skin of her
slender waist. Deciding to go further with her, I slid my hand up her
smooth taut belly till my finger tips touched the underside of her small
perky firm breasts under the t-shirt.
An involuntary sigh escaped her lips when my fingers touched her
breasts, and she leaned forward almost instinctively. I responded my
gently placing my palm on her small firm perky tits and pressing them,
rather than squeezing. I could feel the small nubbins of her tiny erect
nipples burning into the palm of my hands. As I felt the firm contours of
her small breasts, I realized her tits were almost like the budding tits of a
girl who's just entered her teens. Thus, with one hand under the dusky
Swati's t-shirt, squeezing her pliant dangling medium sized 32-C breasts,
and the other hand under the petite Rakhi's t-shirt, fondling her perky
30-B breasts, I felt like a king.
Glancing up, I saw Radhika aunty, with her relatively huge 36-D heavy
breasts dangling over my face, give me a knowing smile. When I looked
up at her from below, she cupped her right breast and squeezed it for me,
and nodded her head in a manner that intended to convey something. I
saw her glance at the two girls, and nod to them, another unspoken
message conveyed. The girls responded immediately, and took a step
backwards. As I looked on, Swati quickly pulled her t-shirt above her
head, and dropped it on the floor.
Swati would've about 25 – 26 years old. She had that look of your
neighborhood friend's elder sister, which would have made you lust for
her. Her figure was slender yet curvy, and she had that sexiness to her
associated with most dark skinned good looking girls. My cock gave a
jerk under that thick towel when she took off her top to bare her breasts.
They were the most unusual pair of tits I'd seen in a girl so far. They were
full and rounded, but were unusually elongated and hung rather low on
her chest.
They were placed some distance apart on her chest, and the space
between her tits on her chest was clearly visible. A hint of sweat made her
body gleam in the light of the room. She had large black areolas capping
the tip of her breasts, but her nipples were rather flat and did not
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protrude out much. As she leaned to her side to drop her t-shirt, those
pendulous soft breasts of hers swung gracefully, adding immensely to her
eroticism. There is something about a young girl getting topless, and only
wearing a skirt that turns me on immensely, and it did so this time too.
She smiled coquettishly when you saw that I was staring unabashedly at
her breasts, and looked into my eyes with longing, as if waiting for me to
say something. Breaking the silence, I heard Radhika aunty say "Looks
like you like my Swati's boobies, beta..." her voice teasing, as she moved
away from behind my head and came to stand by my right side, next to
Swati. As I looked at her face, embarrassed again, she let out a little
laugh, and sliding her right hand behind Swati's back, cupped both of her
soft pliant dangling breasts, and squeezed them. Shaking them up and
down alternately, she said to me "See, they are nice and soft ... don't you
like them, beta..." a smile on her lips, and a merry twinkle in her eyes.
My cock gave another lurch at the lascivious way in which the 36-year old
Radhika aunty was pressing her own big firm heavy breasts to Swati's
shoulder, and cupping and sqeezing her soft tits to show them to me.
"Umm, yes aunty..." I managed to croak, unable to take my eyes away
from the way Radhika aunty was toying with her tits to arouse me. "You
like them more than mine... ?" she asked me teasingly, toying with
Swati's nipples with her fingers, her eyes were twinkling merrily. "Oh no,
aunty ... yours are the best..." I responded. At this she threw back her
head and laughed aloud, causing her heavy full breasts to quiver. "Dekho
... ladka badmaash hai ... lekin aunty ko hameshaa khush rakhega..." she
said with a laugh, to both the girls in general.

Swati giggled at this, even at Radhika aunty looked at Rakhi and said to
her "What are you waiting for, girl ... yeh Jignesh hi hai ... inke saamne
sharmaane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..." Rakhi, who'd been standing there
fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt, blushed violently, and I could see
her pale cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. With a little murmur, she too
slowly pulled her black t-shirt over her head to bare her slender milky
white body to me. What a sight she was, standing there in nothing but a
black skirt. Her milky white skin contrasted sharply with the black skirt,
and her little tits were like those budding breasts you normally see on
girls who've just developed breasts.
They were small firm mounds on her chest, almost conical, and were
capped by small light brown areolas, and tiny puckered pinkish nipples,
that looked almost virgin to me. My throat went dry, as the very shy
Rakhi glanced at me, a completely helpless look in her eyes, as if she was
almost apologetic of showing her under developed body to me. Clearing
my throat, I slid my hand on the bed and clasping her quivering hands
subtely, gave it a gentle squeeze. Clearing my throat, I said to her in a
calm voice "Rakhi, you're very beautiful ... and very sexy..." My remark
caused her eyelids to flutter, and she looked at my face as if to see if I was
making fun of her.
But seeing the expression on my face, she blushed, and managed to say
through quivering lips "Thank ... thank you, sir ... thank you, Jignesh
sir..." repeating herself in her awkwardness. "See, I told you, na ...
Jignesh likes you..." said Radhika aunty from the other side " ... kya
karun, beta ... bahut sharmaati hai yeh ladki..." turning to look at me as
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she said the last words. I just smiled at Radhika aunty, even as I gave
Rakhi's hand another reassuring squeeze away from Radhika aunty's and
Swati's looks. Mercifully, she responded by clasping her fingers around
mine, and squeezing my hand.
"Now, it's time for your special massage, beta..." Radhika aunty said to
me, leaning forward to once again squeeze my turgid cock which was
standing to attention under the thick towel. It was frustrating me to no
end, that even after all this while, none of the women had made a move
to touch or feel my cock naked. Even as I watched, Radhika aunty poured
a liberal amount of the warm aromatic oil from the glass bowl on to my
chest. Swati moved towards my legs, and did the same to my legs, before
passing the bowl to Rakhi, who poured the remaining oil on my left leg.
The three of them began to spread the oil copiously on my body, Radhika
aunty taking care of my chest and arms, while Swati and Rakhi took care
of my legs. My body was slick and slippery with the warm oil, and I
watched on as the varied size and shapes of tits of these three women
shook and jiggled when they spread the oil over my body. Asking me to
raise my arms and leave it above my head, Radhika aunty bent forward,
and to my utter arousal, began to massage my oil-slick chest with her
huge firm breasts.
A small groan escaped my lips, as Radhika aunty placed her right palm
on the prominent bulge of my swollen cock through the thick towel, and
dangling her heavy full breasts over my chest, began to move her torso
back and forth, causing her breasts and nipples to massage my chest. At
about the same time, I felt the two girls also begin to do the same on my
thighs, knees, and shins. While the dusky Swati's soft pillowy breasts felt
like a wet sponge was being rubbed on my thighs, the petite Rakhi's
perky breasts felt like a firm cushion. "Ohh, auntieee..." I cried out,
despite myself, and reached out with my right hand to cup Radhika
aunty's full heavy derriere.
"Liking it, beta..." she asked teasingly, even as her pudgy fingers
continued to manipulate my swollen cock through the thick turkey level.
"Yes, yes, yes..." I gasped, even as I strained my neck to look at Swati and
Rakhi. Both of them were bent forward, with their hands clasped behind
their back, and swinging their torsos in such a way that their breasts
teased and caressed my bare legs. I'd never experienced something like
this before, and with another groan, I desperately began to try to lift up
Radhika aunty's dark red petticoat, in an attempt to feel her bare legs
and ass.
When she felt my hands fumbling on her thighs, she glanced at me and
gave me an understanding smile. Without a word, she straightened her
back, and reaching up to her waist, began to untie the cord that held her
petticoat at her waist, taking care not to let her oily fingers smudge her
petticoat. Untying the cord, she loosened her petticoat around her
prominent waist, and allowed it to slide down her legs. Stepping out of
the petticoat which lay in a heap around her ankles, she placed her hand
on her hip, and stood in front of me, clad only in a sexy black pair of
panties.
Unlike the types that married housewives usually wore, her panties were
of a sexy black lacy type, barely covering the thick mound of her cunt,
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and just about covering the heavy full roundness of her butt. She stood
there for a brief moment, as if posing for me, allowing me to take in the
sight of her near nudity. Like most heavily built Punjabi women, she had
a body that seemed to have been built for sex. Her fleshy waist flared out
to wide prominent hips, and a pair of rather stocky and heavy thighs.
As she stood there, with a smile on her face, her huge 36-D breasts
glistening with oil, those thick dark brown nipples shining like tiny
headlights, with her hip cocked to one side, in those black high-heeled
sandals, I let out a tiny cry of lust. "Auntiee ... you're so ... so sexy..." my
voice hoarse. She let out a little chuckle at that, and playfully shook her
shoulders, causing her heavy mature breasts to swing voluptuously. As
she took the few steps forward to come close to me again, I reached out
with my right hand and grabbed hold of her slippery oily breasts.
Grabbing hold of her left breast with both my hands, I pulled them
towards my mouth with an animal-like cry, and clamped my lips on
them.
As I opened my mouth and tongued and sucked on her breasts like a
greedy child, I felt the taste of the oil invade my mouth. But I was past
caring now, and she too encouraged me by cradling my head in the crook
of her arm, and feeding me her heavy mature breasts. My right hand slid
down her torso, and ran along her thick thighs, caressing them wantonly,
and reaching up every now and then to cup her huge fleshy buttocks.
Even as I was immersed in suckling on Radhika aunty's oily breasts, I felt
Swati and Rakhi move up towards my pelvis, ostensibly on some eye
signal from Radhika aunty.

I felt their hands linger on my thighs, sliding in between my thighs and
caressing the insides. At the same time, Radhika aunty, who was holding
my head cradled in her arms like a child, allowing me to go crazy on her
heavy firm breasts, slid her hand down my belly, and for the first time
today, slid in under the towel. I let out a muffled groan, as I felt her thick
oily fingers wrap themselves around the base of hard cock, and hold the
cock upright. My mouth automatically clamped around her proferred
breast, and I almost bit on her thick turgid nipples hard as she did that.
"Ohh, beta ... you're so hard..." she whispered huskily, as she hastily
threw aside the thick white towel to bare my cock, and pressed my face to
her breasts harder. Through the corner of my eyes, I saw my rigid cock
standing up like a steely rod, the foreskin partly peeled back, and the
shiny tip of my cock glistening with pre-cum. "Oh, what a beautiful cock
he has..." Radhika aunty crooned sexily, holding my cock at the base and
shaking it gently, causing it to sway like a flag pole in the wind. At the
same time, I felt the hot Swati slide her hands between my thighs, and
scrape the underside of my swollen balls with her long finger nails, even
as she said huskily "Ohhh ... see how beautiful is Jignesh sir's hathiyaar,
Rakhi..." her voice dripping with honey " ... so big ... and so hard..." the
words addressed to Rakhi, but clearly intended for me to hear.
Letting go off my head, Radhika aunty laid my head down gently on the
pillow, and and made an exaggerated gesture of cupping her heavy
breasts, and squeezing them, hissing to me at the same time "Ohh, beta
... you have such a beautiful tool ... you will make really happy with
this..." squeezing my cock gently, and beginning to stroke it slowly. As I
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felt her slide her oily hands up and down along my cock, I threw my head
back and let out a prolonged groan of pleasure, relieved that my cock was
finally getting the attention that it had been craving for so long.
Continuing to stroke my rock hard cock slowly, Radhika aunty bent
forward once again, and began to flick her tongue across my small erect
nipples. I responded by sliding my hands down to the back of her thighs
and caressing it. As she felt my hand on her thighs, she parted her legs a
bit, which allowed me to slide my palm in between her heavy thighs from
behind. Sliding my hand upwards between her thighs, I felt the thick
mound of her mature pussy under the thin lacy black panty.
As I rubbed my fingers along the fleshy mound of her cunt, she let out an
exaggerated moan, and began to stroke my cock harder. Turning my gaze
to look at Rakhi, I saw that she still standing apprehensively near my
waist, her eyes intently watching the way Radhika aunty was stroking my
rock hard cock, the velvet colored glistening mushroom shaped tip of my
cock fully visible now. Swati caught me looking at Rakhi, and she said to
her "Bol na, Rakhi ... don't you think Jignesh sir has a beautiful cock..."
her voice dripping with false arousal.
Flustered, Rakhi glanced at me nervously, before mumbling in a barely
audible voice "Haan ... I mean ... yes sir..." averting her gaze hastily, the
color once again rushing to her cheeks. With a maddening lilt in her
voice, Swait continued "Oh ma'am ... let us also get a feel of sir's beautiful
cock no, please..." batting her eyelids as she said that. Radhika aunty let
out a little laugh at this, and straightened her back. "So who's stopping
you, girls..." she asked good naturedly "I'm sure Jignesh won't mind ...
will you, beta... ?" her tone teasing. Embarrassed, I just managed to smile
awkwardly.
"Ooohhh..." I heard Swati croon, as Radhika aunty let go off my
throbbing cock, and it slapped against my belly like an angry snake.
Reaching out, she took of my cock almost gingerly, emitting low throaty
sounds. "Ooohh ... so nice..." she continued to hiss, as she took my cock
in her hand and began to slide her soft slender hands along my shaft.
Turning to look at my face, she smiled coquettishly and gushed "Oh, sir
... I've never seen such a beautiful cock before ... never..." feeding me a
line which she probably fed every single customer of hers. When I smiled
back at her, she pretended to blush, and bit her lips, continuing to stroke
my erect cock.
I watched the way her incredibly longish dark soft 32-C breasts jiggled
and shook, as she stroked my cock. Seeing my eyes on her pendulous tits,
the lusty Swati leaned forward, and dangling her breasts over my cock,
began to rub the tip of my cock on her barely visible nipples and those
incredibly large dark areolas. I threw my head back and groaned when
she did that. "Oooh, see Rakhi ... sir likes that ... why don't you also feel
it..." her tone as if she was telling one of her classmates in school what to
do for homework. Rakhi blushed, and threw a furtive glance at me.
When I nodded imperceptibly, she too reached out and gingerly felt my
cock with her slender milky white fingers. "Hold it nicely na, Rakhi..."
Swati said to her impatiently, making her wrap her fingers on my cock,
and then wrapping her own fingers over Rakhi's. In this manner she
made Rakhi stroke my cock, while she continued to fondle my swollen
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balls with her free hand from below. Rakhi's milky white hands
contrasted sharply with the dark tone of Swati's color, and I had never
had my cock stroked by two girls at the same time before. I could see that
she was still distinctly uncomfortable having to service me in this
manner in front of the others.
To encourage her, I reached out with my left hand and beckoned to her
with my fingers to come closer to my chest. She responded immediately
and took a few steps towards me, close enough for me to place my hand
on her bare slender waist. Squeezing her waist gently, I said to her softly
"Bahut acchha lag raha hai, Rakhi ... please keep doing that..." a gentle
smile on my face. Her face flushed pink once again, and for the first time
in the day, she managed to give me a genuine smile of warmth.
Sliding my hand upwards from her slender waist, I let it linger on her
taut flat belly. I felt a little shudder go through her body when I did that.
Encouraged, I slid my hand upwards till I could cup her perky little
breasts in the palm of my hands. When my fingers closed around the
firmness of her pointed perky breasts and genty pinched her tiny erect
pinkish nipples, a soft sigh escaped her lips. Even as she closed her eyes,
and continued to gently stroke my throbbing cock, I felt Swati also move
closer towards my chest.
Radhika aunty stepped backwards to let Swati come closer to me, and
when I glanced at Radhika aunty's face, she nodded her head at me and
gave me a sign to go ahead and enjoy these two girls now. As soon as
Swati stepped closer, I reached out and cupped her dangling soft breasts
with my right hand. She let out a little sigh, and leaned forwards towards
me immediately. Bringing her face close to my ears, she whispered "Ohh,
sir ... it feels so nice when you do that ... do it harder no, sir ... please..."
in a voice that could turn a man's head.
In response, I just grabbed hold of the pony tail of her hair, and pulled
her face to mine. Opening my mouth, I pulled her lips to mine and kissed
her with all my pent up fervour, whispering to her in return "Swati, you
are so hot..." She moaned, and opened her mouth too, plunging her wet
tongue into my mouth and kissing me back. As I kissed the dark skinned
girl-next-door Swati, I squeezed Rakhi's perky breasts harder, causing
her also to sigh and tighten her grip on my cock. From the corner of my
eyes, I could see her looking at the way Swati was kissing me, and I
thought I could see a hint of envy in her eyes.
Swati was mashing her soft pillowy breasts to my chest almost wantonly
now, and when I pulled her face away, holding her by her hair, she was
panting with excitement, her breath coming out through her lips in short
shallow gasps. I let go off her hair, and slid my hand to her chest to cup
her dangling dark breasts again. I scraped my finger nails against her
large dark areaolas, causing her to let out another exaggerated moan of
"Ohh, Jignesh sir ... what are you doing ... you're making me so hot..." the
words delivered as smoothly as a professional actress.
I just smiled at her and turned my attention to Rakhi, still continuing to
play with her tits. I caught Rakhi's eye and winked at her, and nodded to
her subtely. Sliding my hand upwards to her neck, I pulled her gently
towards me. She complied immediately and leaned forward, bringing her
face inches close to mine. Licking my lips, I looked her in the eye, and
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gently pulled her face downwards to kiss her. As my lips touched hers,
she let out sharp intake of breath and closed her eyes. I had no intention
of being rough with her, and so I just held her gently by her neck, and
kissed her as softly as I could. After brushing my lips against her briefly, I
pulled my face away, and looked at her.
She seemed surprise at my gentleness, and her lips quivered. Her
aquiline face had wide mouth, with thin pink lips, which for some strange
reason turned me on immensely. I too closed my eyes, and pulled her lips
to mine once again. This time I parted my lips, and allowed my tongue to
run over her lips. She responded by parting her lips too, and we kissed
each other lovers would, gently and with love, our tongues probing each
others mouth softly. My left hand had slid down her waist, and I slid my
hand under her short black skirt, feeling her almost skinny thighs.
I felt her shiver as my hands caressed her thighs, and as I slid my hands
upwards under her skirt, I was in for a surprise. The shy, demure Rakhi
was not wearing panties! I felt her body go stiff when my fingers closed
around her almost flat bony ass, and I felt a thrill course through me
when I realized that she was naked under the skirt. I wondered if it was
the same with Swati too. I let my fingers roam over her small compact
ass, and gently probed at the crack of her ass, causing her to part her
thighs automatically. Sliding my middle finger under the crack of her ass,
I felt the soft patch of pubic hair at her vagina.
I was glad to find that she was not clean shaven, and had kept her pussy
trimmed, and as my fingers slid further inside, I felt the wet slit of her
young pussy for the first time. Her body quivered at the unexpected
intrusion of her vagina, and I felt her mouth clamp down on mine with
fervor. She let go off my cock, to which she was holding on all this while,
and her hands automatically grabbed hold of my chest and my shoulders.
Not wanting to scare her off, I just gently manipulated my fingers at the
slit of her vagina, feeling the wetness that was beginning to betray her
emotions.
I finally ended my kiss with Rakhi, and I sensed that she straightened
with some bit of reluctance, as if she did not want to stop kissing me. I
flashed a smile, and wrapped my hand around her slim compact buttocks
again, my fingers intermittently caressing her vulva from behind.
Turning my attention to Swati, I saw that now it was she who seemed to
be looking at me with something like a frown on her face. But the
moment I looked at her, she put on a seductive smile on her lips again,
and said "I hope you did not forget me, sir..." her tone both flirtatious
and accusing at the same time, even as she reached out with her hand
and took hold of my erect cock again.
When I laughed at her comment, she flashed me her trademark sultry
smile, and proceeded to dangle her dark luscious breasts in front of my
face. Letting her tits dangle only inches away from my lips, she said in a
low whisper "Don't you like my boobies, sir..." I just looked her in the
eye, my eyes burning with lust, and ran my tongue across my lips. She
giggled like a school girl, and then teasingly brushed her soft dangling
breasts against my lips.
With a groan, I opened my mouth and took her proffered teat into my
mouth. Her breasts being the types which hung low on her chest, they fit
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into my mouth rather easily. As I applied some pressure and pulled in as

much of her low hanging succulent breast into my mouth, she let out a
low soft moan of pleasure. "Haan, sir ... aise hi ... zor se karo naa, sir..."
her voice husky. As I sucked on breast hungrily and chewed on them, I
quickly slid my hand under her skirt. This time around I was not so
surprised to find that she too was not wearing panties under her skirt.
Her butt, like her tits, was soft and bubbly, and when I squeezed them
hard, she let out another soft pretentious cry of "Oh, sir ... yeh aap kya
kar rahe ho..." I just grinned and continued to maul on her luscious ripe
tits, even as she increased the tempo of stroking my cock. At that
moment, I felt a movement between my outstretched thighs, and when I
strained my neck to look at what it was, I was stunned to see that
Radhika aunty had clambered on to bed from the side of my legs, and
was parting my legs to get in between them.
She was on all fours between my outstretched legs, and when she caught
my gaze, she gave me in impish smile. Without a word, she leaned
forward and took hold of my cock, her big heavy mature breasts dangling
enticingly over my rock hard steely cock. I involuntarily bit harder on
Swati's soft tits, when I felt Radhika aunty take my cock in her hand. She
began stroking my cock gently, even as she brought her face near my
crotch and began to run her tongue along the insides of my thighs. I
squirmed violently at this, and my hands which were under Rakhi's and
Swati's skirts respectively, instinctively grabbed their butts harder.
To Be COntinued...
Part - 33
Both the girls were watching Radhika aunty intently, as they probably
hadn't seen her indulge in such activities with anyone in a long time.
Continuing to stroke my throbbing cock, which by now was slick with the
oil as well as my own pre-cum, she slid her tongue erotically along the
insides of my thighs till she reached my swollen hairy balls. Sticking her
thick juicy tongue out, she began to tongue my balls, an action which
caused me jerk my hips upwards violently and cry out "Oh, auntieee..."
Unmindful of my cries, she began to jerk my cock rapidly, and thrust her
head further under my balls, and making me pull up my thighs towards
my torso, so that she could have better access.
A few strands of from the coiffeured bun that she'd tied her hair into, had
come loose, and it was a hugely erotic sight to see this 36-year old buxom
Punjabi housewife, kneeling between my thighs on all fours in nothing
but a pair of skimpy panties, and tonguing my swollen balls. Emitting a
throat grunt, she slid her face upwards, till I could feel her hot breath on
my swollen cock. I watched with anticipation, as she looked at my cock
almost lovingly, and smeared the pre-cum all over the swollen blood-
gorged mushroom-shaped tip of my cock with her fingers.
Throwing me another lusty glance, she asked Rakhi to pass her the bowl
of warm oil which was on the night stand next to the bed. When Rakhi
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passed her the bowl, she dipped her fingers in the warm oil and smeared
it along the length of my shaft. Then, without a word, she leaned forward
again, and cupping her heavy mature breasts with both her hands,
trapped my cock in between them. Raising her neck to look me in the
eye, she began to rhythmically pump my cock between the firm cleavage
of her heavy full breasts.
Her eyes glinting with lust, she asked me huskily in her native tongue
"Acchhaa lag rahaa hai, beta..." her voice so throaty, I barely heard it. I
nodded my head dumbly, my breath escaping my lips in shallow gasps,
as the intense arousal caused by her stroking my cock between her oily
breasts began to overcome me. She had thrown her heavy mangalsutra
back across her neck, and was moving her torso up and down, to give my
cock sensations never known below.
I felt Swati's hand clasp mine, which were still under her skirt, and rather
unobtrusively guide it to the front. She took a step backwards and twisted
towards me, and looking me in the eye, nodded to me subtly, even as she
took my hand and pressed my palm to her clean shaven pussy under her
skirt. There was a look of such wanton sexiness in her eyes that I had to
fight back an urge to grab hold of her and shove my cock into her moist
pussy.
Finally when the sexy Radhika aunty released my cock from the clasp of
her breasts, and immediately took it into her mouth; I threw my head
back and let out a long prolonged moan of pleasure. At first, she took
only the swollen tip of my cock and swirled her tongue around it, driving
me crazy. Then gradually, she opened her thick lipped mouth wide, and
took the entire length of my cock into her mouth, allowing the tip to
touch the base of her throat.
Maddened with lust, I began to roughly caress the smooth shaven lips of
Swati's cunt, which was already dripping wet. Looking her intently in the
eye, I thrust my middle finger into her cunt rather roughly, and felt it go
in as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her fingers grabbed hold of my
arms, her finger nails digging into my shoulder, as I began to finger her
hard, making her body shudder. Her dark lipped sexy mouth opened in a
wide 'O' and a soundless cry escaped her lips, even as she arched her
hips, pushing her pelvis on to my palm. She had the juiciest pussy I'd
fingered, and my fingers were already making squishy sounds as I thrust
my middle finger in and out of her moist cunt.
My tempo of fingering Swati's wet cunt matched that of the hot Radhika
aunty bobbing her head up and down on my cock, sending ripples of
pleasure down my spine. My balls contracted, and my swollen cock
threatened to spew its load right into her sucking mouth. I had to grab
hold of the bun of her hair, and plead with her "Auntiee ... please ... if you
continue like that I won't be able to hold on any longer..." my voice raspy
in my throat. Her lips were coated with a shiny mix of her saliva and my
pre-cum, and as she slowly slid my cock out of her mouth, she gave me a
sly smile and said "Now we can't have that ... can we ... we are just getting
started here ... hai na, Swati..." she said tilting her gaze towards Swati.
"Ohh, ma'am..." Swati replied in a sing song voice " ... if sir continues to
do this ... I will also not be able to hold on any longer..." her fingers
tightening their grasp around my wrist, even as I continued to
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manipulate the wet cavity of her moist pussy. Radhika aunty threw back
her head and laughed heartily at that. Then turning her gaze towards
Rakhi, who was standing there mutely, watching the spectacle, she said
"Arre ... what are you doing just standing there, ladki ... why you don't
like Jignesh, is it?" her tone one of mock rebuke.
Flustered, the poor girl mumbled "Uh ... umm ... no ma'am ... I mean ...
yes ma'am..." "No ma'am ... yes ma'am ... what..." teased Radhika aunty "
... today there is only 'yes sir' ... not 'no ma'am'..." she continued to tease
the poor shy Rakhi. My left hand which was still under Rakhi's skirt from
behind, gave her pert little butt a gentle squeeze. She looked at me and
managed to say "Sir ... please tell me ... what ... what I can do for you..."
The poor girl's expression combined with the tone of her voice, melted
my heart, and removing my hand from under her skirt, I said "You don't
have to do anything for me, Rakhi ... you're the boss ... you can do
whatever you like..." my voice soft, as I gazed into her eyes mildly.
The color rushed to her cheeks once again at my rather kind words, and
she opened her mouth as if to say something. Then deciding against it,
she dropped her gaze and closed her mouth. At this, Radhika aunty said
"Beta, she is new ... she doesn't have much experience ... so please don't
get annoyed with her..." immediately trying to justify her girl's naivety,
and at the same time trying to pacify me. I had found the demure Rakhi's
shy demeanour rather appealing, and that coupled with what Seema didi
had told me about her background meant that instead of being annoyed
with her, I was rather drawn to her.
"Oh, aunty ... why should I be annoyed with her ... Rakhi is a nice girl..." I
replied to Radhika aunty, turning to look at Rakhi when I said the last
few words. She threw me a grateful look. "Acchha, you come here..."
instructed Radhika aunty " ... I will tell you what to do..." as she
beckoned to Rakhi with her fingers. As I watched, Radhika aunty took
hold of my slippery wet swollen cock again, and said to her "What gives a
man the most pleasure is a woman taking his manhood in her mouth ...
and sucking on it like she loves it more than anything else in the word..."
her tone like she was teaching a school child.
"So, why don't you start with that, beti..." Radhika aunty said to her
rather kindly, and shook my hard cock for effect. Throwing me a glance,
to which I responded with a subtle nod, Rakhi took hold of my slippery
wet cock in her slender, almost delicate, fingers, her hands quivering. As
her shivering fingers wrappe around the girth of my cock, I lay back on
my pillow and closed my eyes. I knew I would be embarrassing her more
if I looked at her when she took my cock in her mouth. As my head fell
back on the pillow, Swati who was watching all this with a bemused
expression on her face, bent forward, and without warning, pressed her
mouth to mine.
Parting my lips, she slid her hot tongue into my mouth again, and kissed
me passionately, gyrating her hips as she felt my fingers beging to probe
her wetness again, and mashing those lusicious juicy tits of hers on my
chest. "Now take it inside, beti..." I heard Radhika aunty instruct Rakhi. I
felt Rakhi hold my cock upright at the base, and felt her hot breath on my
cock. As I braced myself, and kissed the sexy Swati harder, I felt Rakhi
tentatively take my swollen blood gorged cock into her delicate mouth.
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"Aaahhhh..." I moaned aloud, more to encourage her, as I felt her close

her slender pink lips around the bulging mushroom shaped head of my
cock. "Ummhhh..." moaned Swati, even as she continued to tongue me
passionately, her fingers roaming all over my chest, teasing my nipples.
With my left hand, I reached up and grabbed hold of one of her succulent
hanging breasts, which caused her to pull her lips away from mine, and
gaze at me lustily. She tilted her head to one side and put on an
expression of exaggerated arousal when she felt me squeeze her ripe juicy
tits.
When I raised my head, I saw that the fair slender had her wide thin
lipped mouth stretched almost fully, as she attempted to take more of my
thick swollen cock into her delicate mouth. My relatively dark cock
contrasted sharply with the milky fairness of her skin, and I could see her
prominent Adam's apple bob in her throat, as she tried to adjust to the
feeling of my cock all the way inside her mouth. What turned me on even
more, was the way Radhika aunty had placed her hand on the back of her
head, and was coaxing her to take more of my cock inside. "Yes, beti ...
like that..." she encouraged Rakhi, who had her eyes screwed shut.
"Ab usko chooso, beti..." Radhika aunty said to her gently " ... and move
your head up and down..." she continued to instruct the innocent Rakhi
in the art of cock sucking. Following her instructions, Rakhi pulled her
mouth upwards, an action which caused my rock hard cock to slip out of
her mouth like a taut spring. Alarmed, she quickly quickly opened her
mouth wide again, and took my cock into her mouth again, as if she'd
committed some mistake. "There's no hurry, beti..." Radhika aunty said,

continuing to coach her " ... do it slowly and nicely..." sliding her hand
from the back of Rakhi's head to her back, and caressing it gently.
In the position that she was, bending forward to suck on my cock, I could
feel those perky nubbins of Rakhi's nipples scrape against my hips. As I
continued to watch, Rakhi began to move her head up and down my cock
slowly, and also sucking on it gently. Opening her eyes, which were
screwed shut till now, she glanced at me, and found me gazing at her
lovingly. Seeing the look in my eyes, I saw her eyes fill up with relief, her
feelings of uncertainty assuaged. Radhika aunty slid off the bed from
between my legs, and came towards me on the right side where Swati
was standing.
I watched her, as she walked up towards me, her huge 36-D heavy
breasts swinging erotically when she walked in those high heels of hers.
Stopping behind the dusky Swati, she wrapped her arms around Swati's
belly and pressed her body to hers. A shiver went up my spine when she
did that. There's nothing that turns me on more than the sight of two
women making out with each other. Continuing to gaze at me, a teasing
smile on her face, she slid her thick pudgy hands up Swati's belly and
cupped both of her low hanging soft full breasts in her hands.
"Ohh, ma'am..." I heard Swati moan, once again in a professionally
exaggerated tone. I was sure that this was a little act that they'd done
many times before to turn on the man on the bed. Pressing her heavy
breasts to the slender Swati's back, she began to rhythmically squeeze
and massage her breasts, all the while looking at me over Swati's
shoulders. Then to my arousal, she slid her hand down again, and began
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to unhook Swati's black pleated skirt. As she undid the hook at the side,
she slid down Swati's skirt in one swift motion, causing it fall in a heap
around her ankles.
And there, bared for my pleasure, was the completely nude body of the
dark-skinned dusky and slim neighbor-next-door Swati. As I've said
numerous times before, she had the type of build and looks that you'd
normally associated with your neighborhood pal's elder sister. Her figure
was slim and homely, with just the right amount of fleshiness and
curviness. As Radhika aunty's hands roamed over her body, I couldn't
help but admire the way her hips flared out into a full round soft bubble
butt.
Reaching out with my right hand, I caressed her thighs and looking into
her eyes, said huskily "You're very sexy, Swati..." For the first time that
morning, I saw an expression in her eyes that was genuine. Her dark face
flushed at my compliment, as she whispered "Thank you, sir ... thank you
very much..." even as I watched Radhika aunty slide her hand down to
her clean shaven pussy lips. There was a look of pride on Radhika aunty's
face, like that of a teacher on her ward, as she watched the way my eyes
took in Swati's sexy body. Her dark body was glistening with the oil that
they had used to massage me, and added to her eroticism.
As I watched, Radhika aunty began to gyrate her hips against Swati's
bubbly butt, and her hands began to caress the lips of Swati's dark
hairless pussy. Parting the lips of her shaved cunt with her left hand to
bare the dark red wetness inside, Radhika aunty began to caress Swati's
shiny red vulva. Swati let out a low throat groan at that, and threw her
head back to let it rest against Radhika aunty's broad shoulders. The
sight of one woman pleasuring another, and that too for my enjoyment,
coupled with the fact that another shy inexperienced girl was doing her
best to suck the life out of my cock, drove me crazy.
I felt my cock quiver inside Rakhi's outstretched mouth, and my balls
tightened with the pressure. Afraid that I might discharge my load right
inside that poor girl's mouth, I propped myself up on my elbow, and
pulled Rakhi's head away. She looked at me apprehensively when I did
that, and asked in a breaking voice "Sir ... what ... what happened ... did I
... did I do something wrong..." "Oh no, Swati..." I said to her, letting out
a prolonged sigh " ... you're wonderful ... just that ... if you continue that
... I'll lose control..." allowing a helpless smile to come on my lips.
At that, she blushed violently, and couldn't help smile shyly. Continuing
to hold my shiny slick wet cock gingerly in her left hand, she reached out
with her right hand to clasp mine. She looked me in my eyes, and
squeezed my hands, her expression tender. Our fingers interlaced, we
held hands like teenage lovers, even as she continued to gently caress my
rigid cock with her other hand. I heard Radhika aunty say in a low voice
"See, beta ... how wet she has become ... see what you have done to her..."
referring to Swati, as she continued to slide her finger inside Swati's hot
wet cunt.
Then letting go off Swati, she came really close to my head, and leaning
forward, whispered into my ear "Are you ready now, beta ... do you want
to fuck her..." her voice husky. The manner in which the lusty Radhika
aunty said these erotic words thrilled me, and all I managed was to nod
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my head rapidly, my throat going dry. She looked at me with a smile of

understanding, and turning her gaze to Swati, nodded at her. At this
unspoken instruction, Swati gave me one more of her seductive smiles,
and slowly walked towards the foot of the bed, her hips swaying
seductively. Reaching the foot of the bed, she clambered on to it on her
knees, with my legs between her knees.
I saw her reach for something under the soft mattress, and realized that
she'd pulled out a pack of condoms! While I was disappointed at seeing
the condom, I was also relieved at the same time that these girls at least
maintained hygene. Smiing at me seductively, she tore open the packet of
condoms and extracted one. Holding the rolled up condom gingerly in
her left hand, she leaned forward and took hold of my rigid cock in the
right hand. She stroked it gently a few times, as if testing its hardness, all
the while looking into my eyes with the expression of a horny aroused
woman.
Dangling those luscious pliant breasts of hers over my cock, she slapped
my hardness playfull against the softness of her breasts, arousing me
further. Then sliding her tongue out, she ran her tongue along the
swollen slimy tip of my cock, emitting low throaty moans as she did that.
Boy, she sure knew how to play the game. I was going crazy with all the
teasing that she was subjecting my cock too, but decided that I too was
going to play her game. Satisfied that she had got my attention, she
straightened and asked me in a small sultry voice "Sir ... can I put this on
now..."
In response, I just nodded my head and grunted, not sure if my voice

would come out right. With a smile, she took hold of my cock gingerly,
and expertly slid the condom over my swollen cock. The practiced way in
which she did it single handedly, showed that she had plenty of
experience doing that. I used to struggle to wear a condom even with
both hands. As she slid the condom down the shaft of my cock, she gave a
look at Rakhi, who was watching this intently, her hands still clasping
mine.
It was a look of one upmanship, as if she was trying to prove to Rakhi
that she was the one who was getting the privilege of fucking me, and not
her. Radhika aunty, on the other hand, had once again cradled my head
in her arms, and was watching Swati too. With the condom in place,
Swati slid herself forward on my thighs, her knees on either side of my
thighs. Raising herself on her knees, she straddled my pelvis. Holding on
to my cock with the tip of her fingers, she gently guided her wet pussy
over the swollen tip of my cock.
As I watched on, the dusky Swati held herself in position over my rigid
condom-sheathed cock, and looked into my eyes. There was a look of
burning desire in her eyes, as she gazed deep into my eyes and said softly
"Sir ... shall I ... take you inside me now... ?" her voice a hoarse whisper.
Looking at the way she was was straddling me, her knees on either side
of my pelvis, and both her palms resting on the mattress on either side of
my shoulders, those luscious ripe dark breasts dangling enticingly, I felt a
shudder go through my spine.
Reaching out to grasp one of her loose dangling soft breasts, I squeezed it
hard and said in a thick guttural voice "Yes ... fuck me now..." The lusty
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Swati licked her lips purposefully, and began to gently gyrate her hips
over my pelvis, causing my thick cock to rub against the wet lips of her
juicy cunt. Then reaching between her legs with one hand, she guided the
tip of my cock to the opening of her vagina. Looking into my eyes
intently, she raised her hips and lowered them on to my cock, causing my
rigid shaft to slide into her pussy effortlessly.
Like I had said earlier, her cunt was so wet and slippery, that my
condom-sheathed cock slid into it like a hot knife through butter. I felt
her cunt muscles contract involuntarily as my cock slid into her vagina,
and her luscious mouth opened in a wide 'O', a soundless cry escaping
her lips as she felt my thick cock slide into her. Her cunt was not tight
like Seema didi's, but I could almost feel her vaginal wall flutter
erotically, clasping and unclasping my cock as it slid in. A few stray
strands of her hair dangled erotically across her face, as she leant
forward to support herself on her hands on either side of my shoulders.
Her eyes burning with desire, she looked at me and hissed "Sirr ... aapka
to itnaa badaa hai..." Had I not been familiar with girls like her, I'd have
believed her. But despite knowing that this was a practiced act she was
putting up for me, I enjoyed it none the less. I watched as the entire
length of my 7" cock disappeared into her wet pussy, and she settled her
weight on me. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes, and reached
out with both her hands. I realized that she wanted to clasp her hands in
mine as she fucked me from top.
As if on instinct, the shy Rakhi, who'd been watching all this silently, let
go off my fingers. Lifting both my hands, I allowed the lusty Swati to

interlace her fingers with mine and grasp my hands. In that position,
with her back arched, she began to gyrate her hips over mine, causing my
swollen cock to move within the confines of her wet juicy cunt. I watched
the way her luscious dangling dark skinned breasts shook seductively as
she did that, enjoying the feel of her wet cunt clasping and unclasping my
cock.
As Swati closed her eyes, a look of feigned pleasure on her face, I turned
to glance at Swati. She caught my glance and looked at me
apprehensively, a kind of questioning look on her face. It was as if she
was not sure of what she was supposed to be doing, now that her friend
had mounted me and was beginning to fuck me. She looked at Radhika
aunty, who was still standing next to my head, her hands idly caressing
my chest. Seeing her look, Radhika aunty said to her "Sir ko kiss karo na,
beta ... unko acchha lagega ... hai na, beta..." the last three words said
with her eye on me. "Uh, yes ma'am..." I heard poor Rakhi mumble, the
look of apprehension still on her face.
"Like this, girl..." Radhika aunty said to her in a kind tone, as if teaching
a school kid, as she bent forward on my right side, and began to run her
thick tongue across my tiny erect nipples. "Ohh, auntieee..." I groaned, as
she lashed her tongue across my nipples, her thick hands caressing my
taut belly. I saw Rakhi glance at me apprehensively, as if asking me if it
was ok for her to do that. In spite of the intense arousal I was feeling on
account of Swati grinding her hips and manipulating my swollen cock
with her cunt, I managed to smile at Rakhi, and nodded at her.
With that she too bent over me, and tentatively began to lick my other
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nipple, her small slender hands caressing the other side of my belly just
like Radhika aunty was doing. I was in seventh heaven now, enjoying the
feel of the dusky Swati gyrating her hips to manipulate my cock inside
her wet cunt, even as Radhika aunty and Rakhi bent over on either side
of me and pleasured my nipples with their tongue.
Swati seemed to be a pro at fucking from top, as she was doing this
amazing hip gyration without actually raising her hips of mine. In the
position that she was straddling my hips, she was actually sliding her
hips back and forth over my pelvis, the movements aided by the
lubrication of the oil on my pelvis, making my cock grow bigger and
harder inside her slippery pussy. Her dark lips were parted and she was
breathing shallowly through her mouth, as she brought her gaze to my
face, and hissed again "Ohh, sir ... you are soooo bigg ... you're filling me
up like..." letting her words trail. I smiled at these provocative words
from her, and unclasping my fingers from hers, reached out to fondle and
squeeze those luscious low hanging dangling breasts of hers.
As she felt my fingers close around the pliant flesh of her dangling
breasts, she cried "Yes ... yes sir ... do it harder please..." uttering exactly
those words you'd expect a girl to speak. To her credit, I must admit that
hers was perhaps the juiciest and wettest cunt I'd fucked, a lot like my
maid Rani's cunt, though not as tight. I concluded that her cunt was
somewhere between that of my dark skinned maid Rani, and my lusty
36-year old neighbor, Sarla bhabhi. As Swati arched her back and
continued to grind her hips of mine, sending my rock hard cock
slithering into and out of her cunt, I let go of her tits, and placed my
hands on Rakhi and Radhika aunty's head.
As I rested my hand on the coiffeured bun of Radhika aunty's hair, she
pulled her lips off my nipples and brought her face close to mine.
Looking into my eyes, she smiled seductively, and whispered "Enjoying
it, beta... ?" her expression teasing. "Yess, auntie..." I managed to gasp.
"Do you want something else, beta... ?" she asked, her finger nails
scraping my nipples which she'd been licking a while back. I nodded my
head in the direction of the demure Rakhi, who was continuing to
obediently lick my nipples on the other side.
She gave me a slow understanding smile, and giving me a quick kiss on
my lips, straightened her back. As I watched, she walked over to the side
of Rakhi, and went and stood by her side. It was a sight to see the buxom
heavy hipped 36-year old Radhika aunty, clad only in her thin black lace
panties, stand next to the thin slender incredibly fair Rakhi, who was still
wearing that short black pleated skirt. Placing her hand on Rakhi's
slender bony back, Radhika aunty caressed it gently, an almost motherly
expression on her face. It was evident that she too treated Rakhi with
kindness. Upon Radhika aunty's touch, Rakhi straightened immediately,
and glanced at her nervously.
Giving her a re-assuring smile, Radhika aunty just moved behind Rakhi.
Placing one hand on Rakhi's slender waist, she reached out with her
other hand and cupped Rakhi's slender face in her pudgy hands. To my
amazement, she twisted Rakhi's face towards hers, and kissed her on the
lips! I'd never seen one woman kiss another like this, and a gasp escaped
me. I felt my cock quiver and my hips instinctively lifted off the bed, in a
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subsconsious attempt to drive my throbbing cock deeper into the hot

Swati's delectably juicy cunt.
I saw the shy Rakhi go stiff, and her eyes flew open in amazement, as the
sexy Radhika aunty placed her thick luscious lips on Rakhi's slender pink
ones, and began to French kiss her, sliding her tongue into Rakhi's
mouth. I heard a slight moan escape Rakhi's mouth, as she she arched
body and her hands instinctively grabbed hold of my arm. Continuing to
kiss her, Radhika aunt slid her other hand up from Rakhi's waist and
began to caress those perky little breasts of Rakhi, her thick fingers
teasing those tiny erect nubbins of Rakhi's nipples. It was a sight to see a
busty 36-year old woman pressing her own huge breasts to the thin
slender body of a 20-year old just out of her teen girl, and fondling her
small firm perky breasts with her hands.
I realized that Radhika aunty had seen how much her lesbian acts had
turned me on, and was doing this for my pleasure with the reluctant
Rakhi. As I watched, Radhika aunty turned Rakhi around to face her, and
looking at her with a smile, caressed her cheeks. Something unsaid
passed between them, and I saw Rakhi throw a nervous glance at me.
Then, she proceeded to unhook her skirt at the waist, and allowed it to
slide it down her slender legs. Finally the petite demure slender Rakhi
was fully nude, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at the sight
of her thin almost bony milky white teenage-girl like body fully naked.
She had slender bony hips and a small compact derriere. A thin layer of
dark pubic hair, which was mercifully trimmed, covered the V of pubic
region. As she stepped out of her skirt, she glanced at me again, as if

awaiting my approval. I flashed a reassuring smile, even as Radhika
aunty said to me from behind Rakhi's shoulder "This girl is so shy of
taking off her clothes in front of men, Jignesh beta ... even though I keep
telling her ... she is still not learnt..." her statement half directed at the
petite Rakhi.
Rakhi blushed a deep shade of crimson upon hearing this, even as
Radhika aunty continued "You only tell me, beta ... don't you find Rakhi
pretty..." the words more of a statement than a question. "Of course,
aunty..." I replied, trying my level best to keep my voice straight, unable
to ignore the fact that the sexy Swati was now furiously grinding her hips
on mine, trying her level best to get my attention back from Rakhi, whom
she saw as some sort of a rival. Ignoring Swati's assault on my cock for
the time being, I reached out with my free hand and caressed Rakhi's
taut, almost concave, belly, and added " ... Rakhi is not only very pretty ...
she's very sexy too..." a benign smile on my face, as I looked into the
visibly embarrassed girl's eyes.
Radhika aunty laughed mildly at my remark, and replied "Yes ... that's
what I keep telling her also ... par kya kare ... yeh ladki hai ki sharmaana
band hi nahi karti..." shaking her head in mock exasperation. To my
astonishment, Radhika aunty then turned Rakhi around once again, so
that she was facing me, and cupping her small perky little breasts from
behind, said to me with a chuckle "See, beta ... her boobies are so cute ...
just like a little girl's ... hai na..." even as her thick pudgy fingers
manipulated and fondled the extremely uncomfortable Rakhi's perky
little breasts.
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The color rushed to Rakhi's cheeks again, as Radhika aunty wantonly

fondled her small firm breasts and squeezed her tiny erect pinkish
nipples between her fingers, and a slight moan escaped her lips, her body
shuddering involuntarily. Simultaneously, Radhika aunty slid her right
hand down Rakhi's taut hollow belly, and began to caress the almost flat
lips of her mildly haired vagina. The tortured Rakhi twisted her neck
sideways and bit her lips, her eyes closing, as Radhika aunty held her
breasts with one hand from behind, and began to caress the lips of her
sparsely haired young pussy from behind.
Sliding one finger into the tight lips of Rakhi's almost virgin like cunt,
Radhika aunty said in a thick voice "See, beta ... she's already wet ... and
ready for you..." her eyes glowing like hot coals. As I gawked at this
hugely erotic scene being played out in front of me, Radhika aunty pulled
the totally uncomfortable Rakhi closer to her, mashing her heavy mature
breasts to the petite girl's slender back, and asked "Hai na, Rakhi ... you
are ready for Jignesh, na ... tell me..." her voice thick with lust. "Uhh ...
hhh ... yess..." Rakhi managed to gasp, squirming in Radhika aunty's
grasp.
I was beside myself with lust now, and I felt my cock quiver even within
the confines of that wretched condom and Swati's lubriguous cunt. I felt
my swollen balls constrict, and for a moment felt like I would blow my
load there and then. With effort, I gritted my teeth, and held on. I wanted
to save my orgasm for later, and did not want to waste it into the
goddamn condom. As I turned to gaze at the dark skinned sender Swati,
still gyrating her hips on mine, I saw an expression on her face that
bordered on envy. But as soon as she caught me looking at her, she put
on that seductive smile, and biting her lips, cupped her luscious dangling
breasts erotically.
Satisfied that she'd managed to get my attention back, the dusky 25-year
old neighborhood girl arched her back and leaned back on my pelvis.
Leaning back, she rested her hands on my knees behind her butt, and in
that position, began to raise and lower her hips, sending my cock
spearing into the depths of her juicy moist cunt. Her pliant low hanging
dangling breasts wriggled and shook uncontrollably, as she put
everything into massaging my cock with her incredibly wet cunt. Despite
the condom, I could hear the squishy noises that my cock as it slid in and
out of her cunt.
As she was leaning back, resting her hands on my knees behind her, I
could clearly see my cock sliding in and out of the slit of her pussy. Her
dark erect clitoris was visible just above where my cock had disappeared
into the clean shaven lips of her cunt. On an instinct, I reached out with
my right hand, and began to rub her clitoris with my thumb. "Oooohhh ...
Siiiirrrr..." she cried out, and immediately leaned forward, her knees
clamping tight around my pelvis.
Leaning forward fully towards my face, those dark wobbly breasts
dangling in front of my face, she looked me in the eye and hissed "Sirrr ...
aap to mujhe diwaana bana rahe ho..." her voice dripping with honey. I
flashed a pleased smile, and began to raise my hips also off the bed.
Complying immediately, the lusty Swati adjusted her knees, so that she
was now squatting across my pelvis. Placing her hands on my shoulders,
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she looked me deep in my eyes, and biting her lips seductively, began to
raise and lower her buttocks on my cock in that squatting position.
"Hh ... hhh ... hhh..." she began to gasp rhythmically, as she squatted on
her feet and began to pump her butt on my cock, sending my sheathed
cock spearing into newer depths in her slippery wet cunt. After being
teased for so long by the grinding style of fucking, this was like
homecoming for my tortured cock. Digging her fingers into the muscles
on my shoulders, the hot Swati began to buck her hips on my pelvis,
lifting her butt clean of my pelvis, and then sending it pummeling down,
driving my cock deep into her juicy cunt. Her luscious dark pliant 32-C
breasts wobbled and shook enticingly as she began to fuck me in earnest
from top.
Lifting my head off the pillow, I opened my mouth and clamped my lips
around her dangling tits, sucking and chewing on them like a maniac
even as she continued to pummel my cock from top. A low throat moan
of "Uuunnnhhh..." escaped her lips as she felt my cock spearing into her,
and my teeth biting her pliant tits. Suddenly I was filled with this mad
urge to fuck this sexy girl like she'd never been fucked before. Grabbing
hold of her hair, I roughly pulled her head towards mine and clamped my
mouth to hers.
Muffling her cries of pleasure, I began to tongue her mouth in earnest,
even as I slid my other hand down and cupped her soft bubbly butt.
Squeezing the soft flesh of her butt with my left hand, I began to push
and lower her butt on my cock, even as I continued to kiss her furiously,
biting on her lips intermittently.

She was bent over almost fully over my torso now, and I could feel the
incredible softness of her dangling breasts brushing and pressing against
my chest, even as she continued to squat on her feet and fuck me in
earnest.
Suddenly I heard Radhika aunty hiss in a thick voice from my side "Yess,
beta ... make her come..." her words resonating with the slapping sounds
made my Swati's oily slick buttocks slapping down on my pelvis. The
incredibly hot Swati was moaning almost continuously now.
She was shaking her head from side to side, her mouth was open, and her
breath was shallow, as she summoned on all her reserves of energy and
continued to fuck me rhythmically from top. Under normal
circumstances, I'd have shot my load by now, but the condom was
helping me hold on. Grabbing hold of her slender fleshy waist with both
hands, I too began to fuck her in earnest from below, bending my legs at
the knees, and ramming my cock upwards into the slippery canal of her
dark moist cunt.
The dusky Swati's brow was dotted with sweat now, and from her
gasping breath, I could make out that she was tiring now. Pulling her face
up by her hair, I looked at her contorted dark face, and asked in a
whisper "Are you tired now, Swati..." even as I continued to thrust my
hips upwards. "Uh ... no ... no sir..." she managed to gasp, shaking her
head.
But the tone of her voice betrayed her feelings, and smiling, I said to her
"It's ok, dear ... I know that you're tired..." "No, sir..." she protested "I'm
fine, sir..." and she put in the last reserves of her energy in renewing her
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efforts at fucking me from top. "Utar jaao, Swati..." I heard Radhika

aunty tell her from the side.
Hearing Radhika aunty, Swati gave me an embarrassed smile. There was
a sheepish expression on her face, as she slowly straightened, and
clambered off my pelvis. I presumed that her embarrassment stemmed
from the fact that she'd usually have made most other guys come by now.
As Swati got off the bed and stood there awkwardly, her dark skin
glistening with a combination of the oil and her sweat, Radhika aunty
asked me in low voice "Beta ... do you want Rakhi to..." leaving her
sentence unfinished.
I saw that Rakhi was looking at me with a very circumspect expression
on her face, and even though I'd have loved to fuck this cute petite girl, I
shook my head and replied "Nahi aunty ... I'll just continue with her..."
nodding towards the embarrassed Swati with a smile. "Ohh, sure beta..."
Radhika aunty crooned " ... whatever you like ... do you want her to lie
down on the bed..." she asked. "Umm ... no, aunty..." I murmured " ... if
she can just bend over here..." I said indicating to the foot of the bed.
There was a look of unexpected surprise and pleasure on the dusky
Swati's dark face, pleased as she was that I'd not abandoned her in favor
of the other girl. As Swati smiled seductively again, I got up and
clambered off the bed too. As I stood up, my rigid fully erect cock swayed
menacingly. Seeing that, Radhika aunty reached out to hold it playfully,
and squeezing it gently said "When will I get the pleasure of this, beta..."
her voice thick and arousing. I blushed violently at her wanton remark,
and just managed to laugh in an embarrassed manner.

As Swati leaned forward and stuck her shapely butt out, I positioned
myself behind her. Resting her hands on the foot of the bed, she turned
around to look at me. I winked at her, and pinched her bubbly butt
playfully. Before she could react, I placed my hand on the small of her
back and pushed her down further, so that my cock was positioned right
at the crack of her shapely dark ass.
As she instinctively parted her legs, I bent mine at the knees, and placed
my cock at the entrance of her clean shaven pussy from behind. I saw
Radhika aunty and Rakhi watching me intently, as I prepared to fuck the
lusty dark skinned neighborhood girl-next-door Swati from behind.
Muttering something incomprehensible to Swati, Radhika aunty
clambered on to the bed and sat down on it, her thick plump legs
dangling from the sides.
As I watched, she swung both her legs up on to the bed, and reaching
down under the bed, cranked the lever that caused the upper half of the
bed to come up at an incline. Placing the below behind her back, she
leaned back comfortably on the raised inclined bed, and spread her legs.
I watched the manner her heavy mature breasts shook when she adjusted
herself on the bed, and spread her thighs. She smiled at me knowingly, as
I watched what she was doing with some amazemement. I was even more
surprised when I saw Rakhi helping Radhika aunty slide her skimpy
black lace panties down her thick flesh legs, baring Radhika aunty's thick
puffy clean shaven cunt to me.
I was poised to plunge my rigid shaft into the waiting Swati's cunt from
behind, when Radhika aunty surprised me with her lascivious act.
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Bending her thick plump legs at the knees, she spread her thighs apart,
and leaning back, supported herself with her left hand behind her butt.
Looking at my face with a hint of teasing smile, she parted the thick puffy
lips of her mature cunt, and said to me "See, beta ... even I have got
aroused now after all this..." her voice thick with lust.
As I watched in amazement, Radhika aunty parted the lips of her vagina
with her fingers, and rubbed the wet slit gently, baring to me the reddish
wetness of her vaginal tunnel. She was wet alright, as I could see her
pussy slick with her own juices. I felt Swati, who was still standing in that
bent forward position, squirm her buttocks, as if urging me to shove my
cock into her.
Pulling my gaze away from Radhika aunt baring herself to me so
shamelessly, I saw the dusky Swati twisting her neck and looking at me.
"Sir..." she breathed " ... I can't wait any more ... take me please..." she
said in a voice that could barely conceal her impatience. Radhika aunty
laughed at that, and with a chuckle, said "Yes, beta ... don't torture that
poor girl any more..." her eyes teasing.
As I brought my attention back to my rigid condom-sheathed cock, which
was wedged between the soft pliant flesh of the dusky Swati's dark
skinned ass, I swallowed to wet my parched throat. This was now going
way beyond my wildest imagination, and I had to shake my head to bring
myself back to the task at hand. The position I was in was simply
incredible.
One 25-year old neighborhood-girl-next-door dark-skinned girl was
waiting for me to take her from behind, bent over at the foot of the bed
with her elbows resting on the mattress, while her employer, a 36-year
old buxom married Punjabi housewife, clad in nothing but her black
high-heeled sandals, was sitting on the bed with her thighs spread; even
as a shy petitie 20-year old, who looked not a day older than a 16-year old
teenage school girl, stood there shyly, completely nude, her hands
clasped over her almost virgin pussy, watching the proceedings, and
awaiting further instructions!
Till that moment, all I had planned was to fuck the sexy Swati and blow
my load. But now, I felt a resolve come over me to somehow fuck all
three of them, one after the other. Taking a deep breath, I said to
Radhika aunty "As you wish, aunty..." a cocky grin on my face.
"Ready, Swati..." I asked her huskily, as I clutched my cock and
positioned it at the entrance of her vagina from behind. "Yess ... yes,
sir..." she breathed in response. Even before she could complete her
sentence, I jerked my hips forward and sent my thick cock spearing into
her wet juicy cunt from behind. "Ohhhh, maaa..." I heard the lusty Swati
cry out involuntarily at this sudden and unexpected invasion of her
pussy.
To Be COntinued..
Part - 34
Grabbing hold of her slender soft waist with both hands, I began to fuck
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her rhythmically from behind, my pelvis making slapping noises as it

repeatedly rammed against her bubbly pliant butt. "Aaaaiiii..." I heard
Swati cry out through clenched teeth, as she buried her face in her
elbows, and her hands grabbed hold of the white bed sheet.
A maniacal burst of energy seemed through course through me, as I
watched the slender Swati's dark body shudder with each stroke of mine,
her jelly like butt wobbling, and her luscious dangling pear shaped
breasts wobbling crazily under her.
Though she was wet, she still hadn't anticipated such a savage assault
from me from her seasoned cunt, and was beginning to loose control of
herself. Her hands grabbed hold of Radhika aunt's legs which were
stretched right in front of her, and as I fucked her relentlessly, I saw that
the stunned Rakhi's hands had flown to her mouth; her eyes wide with
shock. I felt a moment of regret at behaving this fiendishly in front of this
rather innocent girl, but my lust had overtaken all my sensibilities by
now.
The smile had vanished from Radhika aunty's face too, replaced by a look
that was a mixture of awe and envy. I saw her hands automatically reach
between her outstretched thighs again, and begin to massage the puffy
lips of her shaved cunt. Seeing that, I too reached under the dusky
Swati's body, and grabbed hold of one of her luscious dangling breasts
with my left hand. Squeezing the pliant tit flesh, I slid my right hand
under her belly, till my fingers touched the upper opening of her vagina.
Bending forward to reach her cunt better, I was able to feel my own cock
pile-driving into her wet cunt. Pinching her nipples hard, I quickly
located her erect clitoris just above where my cock was ploughing into
her cunt, and began to finger it rapidly with my middle finger.
"Oooooohhhhh ... sirrr..." she cried out, the throes of her passion
beginning to overcome her body. By her uncontrolled reactions, I could
make out that she was not faking it any more, and was indeed going crazy
with arousal. I was intent on making her orgasm before I came, and
therefore was making sure I stimulated her not only with my rampant
cock, but also with my fingers.
As Swati raised her head from her hands, and arched her neck, I felt her
body beginning to quiver uncontrollably, even as her slender back went
taut, and her mouth opened in a wide soundless 'O". I saw Rakhi looking
at me, an expression of arousal and apprehension on her pretty fair
slender face. When I caught her gaze, I winked at her and smiled; which
caused her to blush, and smile back at me tentatively.
"Yess, beta..." I heard Radhika aunty hiss " ... fuck her hard ... make her
come..." her eyes glowing like hot coals, as she watched the way my rigid
cock was ramming in and out of her dark dusky employee's pussy. As her
eyes bored into mine, I felt her trying to read my mind. When she saw me
look at the petite Rakhi even as I was fucking Swati, Radhika aunty
nodded her head almost imperceptibly at me.
Turning to Rakhi, she said to her in a voice that was barely above a
whisper "Come here, beti..." patting the bed between her outstretched
thighs. Rakhi looked at her with an uncomprehending expression before
moving to comply quickly. As she climbed on to the bed, and sat down
between Radhika aunty's outstretched legs, with her back to Radhika
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aunty's ample bosom, I saw her breath quicken in anticipation.

I too watched, my mouth dry, as Radhika aunty bent her legs further at
the knees to accommodate Rakhi between her thighs. Wrapping her
plump arms around the slender Rakhi's body, Radhika aunty pressed her
to herself, and gently squeezed her small perky lemon sized breasts. As I
watched in amazement, the lusty Radhika aunty made Rakhi part her
slender legs too, and made her bend them at the knees, baring her almost
virgin-like sparsely haired pussy to my view.
In this position, the demure pale Rakhi's tight vagina was only inches
away from Swati's face, where she was bent over on the bed. Even as I
watched, continuing to fuck Swati relentlessly, Radhika aunty slid her
thick fingers to Rakhi's pussy, and began to gently caress it, even as she
continued to look at me, her gaze seeming to ask me if this is what I
wanted. I nodded to her subtly, even as Rakhi squirmed at Radhika
aunty's massaging of her cunt.
She then began to slowly increase the tempo of her fingering of Rakhi's
cunt, and slid a finger into her tight wet cunt. I saw the teenage Rakhi
bite her lips, and her hips involuntarily lifted off the bed, as she clutched
on Radhika aunty's thick thighs with her slender fingers. A soft cry
escaped her lips as Radkhik aunty parted the lips of her tight vagina to
bare the pink wet insides, and began to slide her middle finger in and out
of her cunt.
Maddened with lust, I began to assault Swati's cunt with renewed vigor,
my cock pummeling into her cunt like a pile driver, and my fingers
rubbing the erect nub of her clitoris furiously. I began to feel Swati's wet
glove like cunt begin to spasm around my cock, and realized that I was
actually going to make this slutty girl get her orgasm.
Feeling invigorated, I continued to fuck her, even as she began to
shudder violently, and threw her head back, arching her neck at an
almost impossible angle. "Siiiirrr..." she cried out " ... Aaaaiiiieeeee..."
unable to complete her sentence, as her wet cunt contracted and
expanded around my cock as the throes of her orgasm took over her
body.
Her knees wobbled, and I had to grab hold of her by her tits to hold her
in place, as her body was wracked by a strong orgasm. She involuntarily
clamped her thighs closer, creating more resistance for my ravaging cock,
and heightening my pleasure too.
I was grateful for the condom, as it was somewhat tempering the
sensations I felt. "Ooooiiiieeeee, maaaaa..." I heard the lusty Swati cry
out in one long drawn cry, as she finally came, her cuntal muscles
twitching like they were possessed by a spasm. Her legs buckled under
her, and she collapsed on the bed, her face buried in the mattress almost
touching the shocked Rakhi's bare cunt. Instinctively, Rakhi reached out
to caress Swati's head, a gesture which probably came naturally to a girl,
when seeing someone of her own gender in so helpless a position.
As Swati's cunt finally ceased to twitch, I gently extracted my still rigid
cock from her cunt, and looked at Radhika aunty. She was watching me
with a strange expression of awe and pleasure. As the muscles on my
chest heaved and the sweat rolled of my brows, she said "Wah, beta ...
tumne to ise khatam kar diya..." as she looked at me with new found
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respect. As any self respecting idiot would, I beamed at this unabashed

flattery. I felt Swati begin to move, and stepped back to allow her to stand
up.
Her hair was disheveled, and as she straightened and turned towards me,
I could see that her dark body was gleaming with sweat. Her lips were
parted, and her luscious chest was heaving, as she supported herself with
her hand on the bed. I too was breathing heavily now, and as she tried to
catch her breath, she managed her first genuine smile and said "Oh, sir ...
you are ... you are so..." unable to get the right words to frame her
sentence.
Shaking her head with disbelief, she continued in her native tongue
"Pehli baar hua, sir ... pehli baar ... isse pehle kabhi main khatam nahi
hui hoon ... kissi customer ke saath..." her voice gasping. "Dhatt, ladki..."
Radhika aunty chided her in a stern tone " ... Jignesh koi customer
thhode hi hai..." her expression firm. "No, no..." Swati immediately
corrected herself " ... mera matlab ... idhar parlor mein ... aisa kabhi
nahin hua mere saath..." she blurted, reaching out with her hand to clasp
mine in a re-conciliatory gesture. I beamed once again.
After all, who wouldn't if given a compliment like this of being some sort
of fucking Superman! "Ooohhh ... dekho to, ma'am..." Swati crooned in a
sing-song voice " ... Jignesh sir is still so hard..." as she let go off my hand
and reached out to clasp my cock which had lost some of its rigidity but
was still standing erect.
Turning to look at Rakhi, who was sitting uncomfortably between
Radhika aunty's thighs with her back to her, Swati said "Chal, Rakhi ... ab
teri baari hai..." chuckling at herself, and enjoying making the shy Rakhi
squirm. "Hai na, sir... ?" she added turning to look at me again, and
giving my cock an extra squeeze. "Umm ... no..." I replied tentatively " ...
I don't think Rakhi wants to..." letting my words drift, an embarrassed
expression on my face.
All eyes turned to look at Rakhi when I said this, and the color rushed to
the poor girl's pale cheeks again. She squirmed and her eyes darted from
mine to Swati's before she managed to mumble "Uhh ... no sir ... I mean
... yes sir..." fumbling with her words. "Oh ho..." Radhika aunty chided
her " ... yes or no, beti ... see Jignesh is so kind ... he's asking for your
permission..." caressing her slender shoulders as if to assuage her.
"Yes ... yes, sir..." Rakhi gasped, unable to look me in the eye. Even
though I was dying to fuck this teenage slender girl, part of me also didn't
want to do anything with her that would hurt her sensibilities. Leaning
forwad, I placed my palm on her slender thigh, and looking her in the
eye, said softly "It's ok, Rakhi ... you don't have to..." a gentle smile on my
face. I could see Radhika aunty watching me with a tender expression at
my sensitive demeanour, even as Swati watched me with some rancor at
her colleague being treated so kindly by me.
Rakhi looked at my face intently for a few seconds as if trying to read my
thoughts, before she nodded her head. Reaching out to place her own
slender palm on mine, she said in a halting voice "No, sir ... I would like
to ... I mean ... it'll be my pleasure..." giving my palm a somewhat
reassuring squeeze.
"Now that's my girl..." said Radhika aunty with a little smile, and
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caressed Rakhi's slender bony arms from behind. "Now, lie down..." she
instructed her, pushing Rakhi forward towards the edge of the bed, and
making her lie down in her lap.
It was a sight to see the plump heavily built Radhika aunty making the
thin milky white Rakhi lie in her lap like this; almost like a mother
making her daughter ready to be fucked by her son-in-law.
As Rakhi slid forward towards the edge of the bed, and bent her slender
fair legs at the knees, I looked at her face, trying to read her expression.
She too was looking at me intently, and when she caught my gaze, gave
me another reassuring nod. I smiled at her warmly in response.
Leaning forward, her heavy breasts almost smothering Rakhi's face,
Radhika aunty slid her hand towards Rakhi's tight little cunt again, and
gently caressed it. Looking at me, she said in a soft voice "She's a little
tight, beta ... so..." letting her sentence unfinished. I smiled awkwardly at
Radhika aunty and nodded my head.
Turning my gaze to Rakhi again, I said to her in a soft voice "Don't worry,
Rakhi ... I'll be gentle..." my hands caressing her insides of her slender
milky white thighs. She just sighed in response, and nodded at me, as she
spread her knees wider in preparation of my penis entering her. Seeing
this petite girl lying like that with her head in Radhika aunty's lap, her
tender milky white body tensed in anticipation of a thick cock like mine
getting shoved into it, her taut belly a concave hollow, and her small
lemon sized perky little breasts stetched taut across her bony chest, I felt
a surge of empathy course through me.
As she watched me, holding her breath, I made up my mind on what I

was going to do. Placing my hands on both her upraised knees, I prised
her legs apart wider, and bent forward. As all three of them watched me
in amazement, I brought my face close to Rakhi's sparsely haired tight
virgin-like pussy, and ran my tongue along the inside of her milky white
thigh.
I heard Rakhi emit a little gasp as she felt my wet tongue on the sensitive
insides of her slender thigh, and her legs automatically clamped shut
around my head. There was pin drop silence in the room as Rakhi cried
out "Sirrr ... ye aap kya..." her voice barely a whisper. Ignoring her feeble
protest, I pried her legs open again, and placed my mouth on her thin
girlish vagina. Thrusting out my tongue, I gently ran it along the thin lips
of her pink vagina, eliciting another cry of unbridled pleasure from her.
Her body convulsed uncontrollably as I gently parted the slender lips of
her thinly haired pussy, and ran my tongue along with wet pink slit. I'd
never planned to do this, least of all with a girl who worked in a parlor of
this type, but something about this petite girl had drawn me to her.
Ignoring the faint musky odor from her almost untouched vagina, I
snuggled up between her legs, and nudged my nose against her wet cunt
lips.
She reached out with her thin hands and her fingers clasped my hair
involuntarily. "Sirr ... please..." she pleaded in a barely audible cry,
unable to control the squirming of her lithe petite body. In response, I
just placed my hand on her pelvis, and began to stroke her surprisingly
large clitoris with my thumb, even as I began to run my tongue along her
pussy.
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Pushing my face further towards her vagina, I parted the lips of her
vagina and thrust my tongue inside. Holding my tongue thrust out, I
began to rapidly flick it along the slit, causing her to thrash about
violently and tighten her grasp on my hair. "Ohh, beta..." I heard Radhika
aunty mutter thickly, as she watched in astonishment at what I was
treating her young employee to. Almost simultaneously, I felt the
luscious Swati move behind me and come and stand close to me.
Placing her had on my back, she caressed my back gently, as if
encouraging me to do what I was doing. Pulling my tongue away from
Rakhi's young tight cunt, I slid in my middle finger into the tight confines
of her pussy. She threw her head back in Radhika aunty's lap, and I could
see that she was clutching on to both of Radhika aunty's hands, unable to
control the sensations that were taking over her body.
Her pretty angular face was contorted with pleasure, and her head was
twisted sideways, her eyes screwed shut, as she bit her lips and tried hard
not to cry out loud. Satisfied with the effect that my tonguing of her
vagina was having on her, I began to slowly move my middle finger in
and out of her tight almost virgin cunt, feeling the sticky wetness of her
pussy coat my finger. Watching her ecastasy, the buxom Radhika aunty
cradled Rakhi's head in her arms and held her face against those huge
heavy breasts of hers.
Leaning forward, she almost fed her heavy mature breasts to Rakhi,
urging her wordlessly to suck on them, even as I made love to her pussy
with my tongue and finger. At the same time, I felt Swati slide her hand
down my back to my bared buttocks and squeeze them gently. Sliding her
hand down further, she traced her fingers along the crack of my ass,
causing me to shiver. Emboldened, she reached down and fondled the
swollen sacs of my testicles, and scraped her nails along it.
Maddened with her ministrations on my ass and balls, I began to suck
and finger Rakhi's cunt with renewed vigor, causing her to literally bury
her face in the smothering mass of Radhika aunty's mature 36-D breasts.
She was fondling and squeezing the writhing Rakhi's almost flattened
teenage breasts with her thick fingers, as she looked at me with arousal
and said in a thick voice "Bas beta ... ab chodo isko ... warna ye aise hi
khatam ho jaayegi..."
Hearing these words in her native tongue, I felt my arousal go up another
notch. Giving one last lingering lick to the demure Rakhi's pussy, I pulled
my face away from between her thighs. Straightening my back, I
positioned myself between that innocent girl's slender legs.
I felt the ever-ready-to-please Swati move behind me and press her lush
body to mine, mashing those soft ripe dangling breasts to my back.
Wrapping her hands around my waist, she took the initiative of taking
hold of my cock and positioning it at the pink, almost red, crack of
Rakhi's cunt. Rakhi's eyes fluttered open when she felt me move between
her legs. With her thin pink lips parted, her breath escaping her lips in
short gasps, she looked at me with an expression of arousal as well as
apprehension.
"Ab chodo usko, sir..." I heard Swati whisper into my ear thickly from
behind, even as she ran her tongue across my ear lobes, causing goose
bumps to come over my body. Looking at the helpless Rakhi's face, I
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asked her gently "Rakhi, can I... ?" letting my gaze convey the rest. She
shook her head in assent immediately, even as the color rushed to her
cheeks.
Finally managing to find her voice, she cleared her throat and said in a
barely audible whisper "Yes ... yes sir ... please..." her voice quivering
with her excitement. On an instinct I leaned forward over Rakhi till my
face was an only an inch away from hers. Looking into her eyes tenderly,
I whispered to her "Don't worry, Rakhi ... I'm not an animal ... I won't
hurt you..." smiling at her gently.
Once again, she blushed violently, and and instinctively reached out to
touch my cheek. Letting her fingers linger on my cheeks for a few
seconds, she fluttered her eye lashes shyly, and replied "Yes sir ... I
know..." her eyes conveying her gratitude at my tenderness. Satisfied, I
straightened, and taking hold of my rigid cock, placed it at the thin
opening of her almost virgin pussy.
Taking hold of her slender bony legs, I placed them against my chest, and
pushed my hips forward gently. Well lubricated as my condom was with
the lusty Swati's secretions, the swollen tip of my cock stretched the taut
lips of her cunt, and slipped inside her tight cunt. Even with just the
mushroom shaped cock head inside her, I felt her tight cunt clutch my
cock in a vice like grip.
I grimaced at the sensation, and saw that Rakhi too had twisted her neck
to one side, and was holding her lips clamped shut, her eyes screwed shut
with the pain. I could see that she was wet, but despite that, her cunt was
so tight that I felt like I was about to deflower a virgin girl. Her young 20-
year old pussy was even tighter than that of my cocky maid Pushpa, and I
saw her arch her back with the pain.
Not wanting to hurt her, I held myself in that position with just the tip of
my cock buried inside her tight cunt for a minute. Finally, she let her
breathe out in a loud exhale, and her eyes fluttered open. To my alarm, I
saw tears in her eyes. "Rakhi..." I began, my voice alarmed, and began to
pull out of her almost immediately. "No sir..." she hissed and reached out
with her hand to clasp my hand which was holding her thighs against my
shoulders.
"Don't stop, sir..." she managed to gasp, even as a tear rolled down the
side of her face. I let go off her legs which I was holding against my
shoulders, and she immediately wrapped them around my waist.
Reaching out, I took her outstretched hand in mine and laced my fingers
between hers. Looking into my face, she nodded her head, and gently
pulled me further towards her with her legs. I was torn between wanting
to fuck her, and not wanting to cause her any further pain.
Her face was flushed red with blood now, and she was breathing
shallowly, as she clamped her lips together, and tried gamely to pull me
towards her, trying her best to take my rather thick cock into her
impossibly tight cunt. I couldn't help but admire this young girl's grit in
wanting to make sure she did a good job.
Taking hold of her slender waist, I pushed my hips forward gently, slowly
pushing in a bit more of my thick cock into her incredibly tight cunt. Her
cunt felt like a thick surgical glove around my cock, and in spite of the
condom, I felt some degree of pain, as my foreskin was stretched and
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pushed back completely. As my cock went in an inch more, she opened

her mouth wide, and let out a prolonged moan of agony.
"Aaaaaaiiiiii ... mummiiieeee..." she cried out through clenched teeth as
my cock slid in inch my inch into her tight vagina. Seeing that she was
intent on taking me inside her at any cost, I gave one final jerk, sending
my cock spearing into her almost virgin cunt. Her mouth opened in a
wide 'O' and a soundless cry escaped her lips, as her head jerked to one
side and her fingers involuntarily dug into my fore arm.
"Shhhh ... kot baat nahi beta ... thhodi der mein sab theek ho jaayega..." I
heard the matronly Radhika aunty say to her in a hushed tone, even as
she cradled the distraught Rakhi's tortured head in her arms, and
caressed her cheeks, wiping away the tears that her spilled from her eyes.
Turning to look at me, Radhika aunty said in a motherly tone "Beta ...
you see ... she is not used to doing this ... so please bear with her..." her
tone trying to placate me of all things!
Rakhi's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at me. To my amazement, she
managed to smile at me through her tears, and said "Sir ... I am sorry ...
but you please don't worry ... I am fine..." trying her best to convince me
that she was game to be fucked further by me. I shook my head in
amazement, and decided it was best to keep my mouth shut. Placing my
hand on her slender waist, I began to pull out of her slowly.
Halfway through, I paused, and pushed forward again, sending my cock
thrusting into her tight virgin-like cunt again. Slowly, I worked up a
rhythm of fucking her, and marveled at how incredible her tight little
cunt felt. Placing my free right hand on her belly, I caressed her belly
gently, and then slid my hand down to where my rigid cock was
penetrating her thin vagina.
For such a thin girl, she had an incredibly prominent clitoris, and I
wasted no time in beginning to rub that even as I began to thrust my cock
into her with a little more force. With each thrust, her entire body
seemed to get lifted off the bed, as she tried to adjust herself in the best
possible manner to take my cock inside. I slid my left hand under her
bony butt and helped her raise her hips off the bed, even as I continued
to rub her clit, and began to rhythmically fuck her tight cunt.
Her mouth was open continuously now, and she was gasping
continuously, unable to even exercise her vocal chords. But despite her
discomfort, she was cooperating with me fully by wrapping her slender
milky white legs around my muscular buttocks and raising her hips off
the bed each time I pushed my cock into her. I marveled at the sight of
her, spreadeagled before me, her head cradled in Radhika aunty's lap,
even as she clutched the bed sheet hard with her hands.
Her perky little milky white breasts where stretched out so taut across
her chest that they hardly moved when I fucked her. Suddenly without
warning, I felt her legs go taut across my hips, and I saw her lift her hips
clear off the bed. Her back arched like a bow, and clutching on Radhika
aunty's flesh arms, she let out an uninhibited cry of of "Aaaaaeeeeeeee..."
Her body began to convulse as if some demon had taken possession of
her, and I felt her vagina grasp my cock in a vice like grip. Her slender
legs were stretched out straight in the air, even as her body convulsed
and her hips jerked clean off the bed. It was only when I felt her cunt
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begin to spasm that I realized that this petite slender Sindhi girl was in
the throes of an orgasm!
Reaching forward to cup both of her bony buttocks in my hands, I held
her in place, and began to fuck her vigorously in short staccato bursts,
ensuring that my cock rubbed against her clitoris too each time it went
slithering in. With another shrill girlish cry, she tugged at the bed sheet
violently, and and bit on her own knuckles as a massive orgasm ravaged
her frail slender body.
I'd never seen a girl climax this violently before, and felt my own balls
begin to tighten, threatening to send my seed spewing forth into the
condom. With effort, I sucked my belly in, and exercising tremendous
self control, kept myself from ejaculating too.
After what seemed like an eternity, Rakh's thin bony body suddenly went
limp, and she collapsed like a ragged doll on the bed, her head lolling
helplessly to one side in Radhika aunty's arms. "Shaabaash beta..." I
heard Radhika aunty say to me, her thick lush red lips creased in a smile,
as she held the limp Rakhi in her arms. I could only manage a weak
smile.
Rakhi's eyes were closed, and her chest was heaving as she struggled to
catch her breath. Letting my cock stay buried in her now dripping wet
cunt, I bent over her and cradled her face in my hands. As her eyes
fluttered open, I placed a soft kiss on her pink childish lips, and said
"Thank you, Rakhi..." my voice tender.
"Ohh sir ... why ... I should be saying that ... ohhh..." she mumbled,
embarrassed and flushed with a post-orgasmic glow, but unable to form

her sentence. To my surprise, she took hold of my face in her hands, and
pulling my lips to hers, kissed me with unbridled passion. Relieved, I too
closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of her kissing me so genuinely,
with none of the fake arousal depicted by most girls.
My cock was sending me alarm signals now, and not wanting to waste
any more time here, I gently extricated myself from Rakhi's arms. With a
smile on my lips, I pulled my still throbbing cock slowly out of her tight
vagina. Even after she had had such a strong orgasm, it felt like I was
pulling my cock out of a vacuum chamber.
As my cock slipped out of Rakhi's outstretched cunt, my eyes sought
Radhika aunty. She too was looking at me, and as our eyes met, she gave
me a look of tacit understanding. Without a word, she gently nudged
Rakhi to get up from between her legs. As Rakhi clambered off the bed,
her demeanor back to her usual shy one, her hands covering her perky
little breasts shyly, Radhika aunty slid back on the bed, and lay back
against the upraised upper half of the recliing bed.
Shaking her hand to push back the dozen red glass bangles on her fore
arms, she reached out with one hand and said to me in a husky voice "Ab
aunty ke paas aa jaao, beta..." even as she bent her legs at the knees and
spread her thick fleshy thighs. I paused for a moment to look at this
incredibly sexy 36-year old Punjabi housewife, buck naked except for
dangling ear rings, the heavy gold mangalsutra, those dozen red glass
bangles, and her high heeled sandals.
"Yes aunty..." I heard myself say, as I climbed on to the bed and
positioned myself between her legs on my knees. As she watched me with
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ill concealed arousal, Radhika aunty said "Condom nikaal do, beta ... ab
uski zaroorat nahi hai..." a knowing smile on her lips.
I responded with alacrity, and hastily pulled off my condom, which had
survived two battles already, and seemed game for a third. As I extricated
the condom from my cock, I saw Rakhi extend her hand to take the
discarded condom from me. There was a warm smile on her face, and I
was amazed at how incredibly nice this girl could get.
Handing her the limp condom with an embarrassed smile, I looked
around to see where Swati was. I saw that she had gone and sat down on
one of the stools next to the bed behind me. When she saw me looking
for her, she immediately smiled and stood up.
Walking up to me quickly, her luscious dark dangling breasts swaying
erotically, she asked "Yes, sir..." her tone one of a waitress who was
awaiting my instructions. "Uhh ... nothing, Swati ... I was just wondering
where you were..." I mumbled awkwardly. That brought a smile to her
face, and coming really close to me, she pressed herself to my shoulder,
and said "Oh, sir ... I am here only ... whenever you need me..." brushing
those soft pliant breasts of hers against my upper arm, as she smiled
seductively.
"Ab usko chhodo, beta ... ab apni Radhika aunty ko bi thhoda sa dhhyaan
do..." I heard Radhika aunty say in a mock admonishing tone, followed
by a little chuckle. Hearing this, Swati giggled, and added "Haan, sir ...
ma'am aapka kalse intazaar kar rahi hai ... ab unhe bhi khush kar do
please..." giggling at her own little joke. I laughed upon hearing this, and
turning towards Radhika aunty, said "Arre aunty ... khush to aap mujhe
kar rahi hain ... main kaun hota hoon aapko khush karne waala..."
playing the shy school boy again.
Radhika aunty smiled brightly at this little flattery from me, and reaching
out to pull my cheeks playfully said "Ab aunty ko maskha mat lagaao ...
ab bas aunty ko chodo..." her voice teasing yet intense. Hearing these
wanton words from the mouth of my sexy 36-year old Punjabi aunty, I
felt my cock give a lurch. "Fuck me now, beta..." she repeated in a hoarse
whisper, as she spread her thick thighs wide, reaching out with her hand
to tug at my shoulders.
As I glanced at her mature thick-lipped puffy cunt, I could see it gleam
with her juices in the light of the room. Leaning forward, I said to her in a
low voice "Ohh aunty ... you don't know how long I have waited for this
day..." my voice husky, even as my naked cock rubbed against the thick
puffy lips of her clean shaven cunt.
"I know, beta ... I know..." Radhika aunty replied huskily, as she grabbed
hold of my hips and pulled me towards her. As our hips met, she lifted
her thick stocky legs right up and bending them at the knees, pressed her
knees almost up to her breasts. In that position, her cunt lips opened
automatically, and like a heat-seeking missile, my waiting cock found its
target.
"Yesss..." I heard Radhika aunty hiss, as my cock slid inside her mature
cunt effortlessly, and she wrapped her pudy arms around my back,
smothering my face against her breasts. "Auntieee..." I groaned with
pleasure, as I felt her wet juicy cunt encompass my mercifully
unsheathed cock in its hot molten lava-like wetness. After the vice-like
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tightness of Rakhi's cunt, Radhika aunty's mature pussy felt much more
comfortable.
It was just the right type of pussy to fuck at a stage when your cock was
running on its last reserves. "Yesss, beta ... yesss..." Radhika aunty
moaned again, as I felt my cock bury itself to the hilt in her willing hot
cunt. Her cunt had just the right blend of tightness and comfort, and was
so wet and slick that I felt like I was sliding my cock into a comfortable
glove filled with hot creamy butter.
Buttery was how her cunt felt, as I supported myself with my hands
resting on either side of her chest, and began to thrust in to her from top
in the classic missionary style that offered maximum penetration. She
had pulled up her legs, almost baring her ass to me, and had wrapped her
thick ankles around my buttocks, pulling me rapidly into her. Bending
my knees slightly to support myself, I began to fuck her hard, slowly
increasing my tempo.
I could hear her silver anklets jingle as her legs shook, each time my
pelvis smacked into her uplifted buttocks, my cock burying itself into the
depths of her cunt. Her fleshy belly and massive breasts wobbled like
kneaded dough each time my hips smacked into hers. Cupping her heavy
breasts with one hand, she looked into my eyes and hissed "Mammein
chooso mere, beta ... mammein chooso..." urging me to suck on her
breasts as I fucked her.
As I hastily obliged my clamping my mouth on her thick turgid nipples,
she caressed the back of my head and asked in a gasping voice "Are you
liking it, beta ... tell me ... tell me how you feel fucking your Radhika
aunty..." "Ohhh, aunty..." I moaned with my mouth stuffed with her
heavy tit-flesh " ... I'm loving it ... I'm loving it..." beginning to fuck her
harder to reinforce my point.
As I arched my back and began to ram my cock into Radhika aunty's
willing cunt, I felt Swati beginning to caress my back, as if urging me to
fuck her harder. I was just looking at Radhika aunty's face as I fucked her
relentlessly, and she too kept her eyes on mine, her eyes glowing like hot
coals. Unlike some of the other elder women with whom I'd had sex, she
did not thrash about violently and utter cries of pleasure when I rammed
my cock into her.
Instead, there was a look of intense concentration on her face, as her eyes
bore into mine. The only sign that my cock was having some effect on her
was the way her thick lush red lips were parted now, and the way her
breath escaped her lips in short shallow gasps. Once again, there was pin
drop silence as both the girls watched me begin to fuck the sexy 36-year
old Radhika aunty with the kind of energy that only a 19-year teenager
like me old could possess.
As my hips smacked relentlessly into her generous pelvis, her entire body
shook erotically. Her large breasts were so firm that even in this position;
they did not flatten out or wobble like some of the other women. Instead
they just shuddered sexily, as was the case with her fleshy belly. The only
sounds in the room were those of our labored breathing, and the enticing
jingling of her anklets as her legs, which she'd wrapped around my
buttocks, shook with each thrust of mine.
I had been sporting my hard-on for nearly an hour now, and my cock was
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finally running out of stamina. The sweat was dripping of my forehead

and chest, as she reached up with her hand and wiped the beads of sweat
of my brow. The feeling of her slippery wet cunt, with just the kind of
comfortable feel that I needed to ejaculate, was making the sperm boil
inside my boils. Seeing the signs of my impending ejaculation, I muttered
to her thickly "Aunty ... I'm ... I'm going to ... come ... soon..."
"Yes, beta ... yes..." she urged me, tightening her grasp around my
buttocks with her legs " ... I want you to come now ... come for me, beta ...
come for your Radhika aunty..." she whispered. "But ... aunty ... what
about you..." I asked even as I continued to buck my hips frantically on
top of her. "Ohh, beta ... don't worry about me ... you're so sweet ... so
sweet..." she said with faint smile, reaching out to pull my face towards
her with her hands.
With a groan, I lay down fully on top of her heavy body, and kissed her
passionately, not pausing for even a moment in my relentless fucking of
her. As I rested my chin on her shoulder and focused on sending my cock
thrusting into her, I felt a pair of hands caressing my back and bare
buttocks on both sides of me. Twisting my neck sideways, I saw that both
Rakhi and Swati were standing on either side of me, and caressing me,
ostensibly on some sign from Radhika aunty.
I felt Rakhi caressing my sweaty back, even as Swati slid her hand down
my pulsating buttocks and fondled my swollen balls which were
smacking into Radhika aunty's pubis vigorously. Suddenly without
warning, I felt my penis quiver, and my balls contract. "Auntieeee..." I
cried out, as I felt my hot semen blasting out through the slit of my
swollen cock head into the wet canal of her mature cunt.
"Yes, my darling, yes..." I heard Radhika aunty moan, as she tightened
her grasp around my buttocks, and wrapped her arms around my back,
cuddling me the way one would a cantankerous child. "Aaarrggghhhh..."
I groaned lustily, as wad after wad of my boiling semen erupted from my
cock and filled her hot juicy cunt. My body jerked involuntarily a few
more times, as the last vestiges of my control were finally lost, and my
cock twitched and spat out its pent up semen angrily inside her.
Drained, I collapse in a heap over her lush body, relishing the feel of its
firmness. "Good boy ... good boy..." I heard Radhika aunty whisper into
my ears, even as she held me to her, and caressed the back of my head.
No matter how many times you ejaculated, there was nothing to beat the
feeling of coming inside a woman's cunt.
My head was swimming, and as I struggled to catch my breath, I realized
I'd never felt this drained and tired after a bout of fucking. But the fact
was that I'd never managed to hold on for so long, and fuck 3 women,
one after the other, ever before! As is usually the case, after I ejaculated, I
was suddenly feeling awkward about getting up from there, and facing
these three hot women. As if reading my mind, Radhika aunty said "You
truly are a stallion, my son ... you took care of not one or two, but all
three of us..." her tone teasing as well as flattering.
"Oh, aunty ... why're you making fun of me..." I protested weekly,
propping myself up on my elbows, as I straightened from her body.
"Arrre, beta ... I'm not making fun of you..." she responded " ... tell him
girls ... have you ever seen anybody satisfying three of us like this..."
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directing the last part to Rakhi and Swati.

"Ooohhh, never ma'am ... never..." the sexy Swati chimed in immediately
" ... Jignesh sir to sach mein lambi race ka ghoda nikle..." she added with
a little chuckle. At this Radhika aunty laughed heartily and pinched my
cheeks. Glad that the awkward moment after my orgasm was over, I
retorted "Itna bhi mat chadhaao mujhe ... if I were such a stud ... I'd have
made aunty also come..." smiling slyly at Radhika aunty.
"Oh, there'll be plenty of opportunities for that, beta ... don't worry ... the
next time ... I'm not going to share you with anyone..." Radhika aunty
replied with a laugh. As I got up from her prostrate body, Radhika aunty
too stood up. Addressing the two girls, she said "Rakhi ... you help
Jignesh clean up ... and Swati, you go get a glass of water for him..." even
as the two girls were putting on their discarded clothes.
As Rakhi finished putting on her skirt and t-shirt, Radhika aunty said to
me "Beta ... if you'll excuse me ... I'll also go and freshen up now..."
smiling at me as she saw me watching her heavy sweaty body. The
demure Rakhi approached me with a couple of clean moist & dry towels,
even as Radhika aunty gathered her discarded clothes and went into the
other room, and Swati went down to fetch some water for me. I lay back
contented on the soft mattress and allowed Rakhi to wipe my body with
the damp towel.
She was avoiding looking at me as she focused on wiping my body clean.
As she came up towards my chest, I reached out and took her hand in
mine. Looking at her pretty face, I said "Rakhi ... I hope I did not hurt
you today..." my voice gentle. "Oh no, sir ... not at all ... why do you say
that..." she replied immediately, the color rushing to her pale cheeks
again.
There was a brief silence as both of us were quiet, and she was gently
wiping my chest. After a pause, she said "Sir ... in fact ... I wanted to say
thank you to you..." her voice faltering. "Thank you for what, Rakhi... ?" I
asked her softly. She was silent for some more time, before replying "Just
like that, sir ... thank you..." as she smiled at me shyly, albeit with
warmth. She gazed at my face for a few seconds as if trying to think of
what to say.
Realizing this was awkward for us, I just squeezed her hand, and smiled
at her, letting our eyes do the talking. As I watched her go about cleaning
me up, I couldn't help but wonder what circumstances would have forced
a genuinely nice girl like her to work at a place like this. It had to be
financial circumstances, going by whatever I'd heard about her
background from Seema didi.
I was tempted to give her some money, but decided against doing so
because I felt that I would be insulting her in some way if I did that. She
didn't seem to be the type of girl who'd sell herself for money. As she
finished, I got up from the bed, and began to put on my clothes. She just
stood there quietly, and watched me as I put on my clothes; and when I
glanced at her, she smiled at me again. For such a horny bastard, I was
also an emotional fool, and her smile warmed my heart.
Reaching out to her, I quickly embraced her gently, and said to her softly
"Rakhi ... I should be the one saying thank you ... but I don't know how to
thank you ... so all I can say is ... if you ever need anything ... anything ...
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please do reach out to me ... I'll feel happy if I can help you in some
way..." looking at her beautiful eyes. She just gazed at my face silently for
a minute, before replying "Ok, sir..." Smiling at her to make her feel at
ease, I prompted "Promise... ?" to which she smiled and replied
immediate "Promise, sir..."
Hearing the footfalls of Swati coming back, we quickly disengaged. As
Swati came into the room carrying a glass of cold water in a tray, Rakhi
picked up the towels and went out of the room. Coming close to me, the
sexy Swati offered me the tray containing the glass of water, her eyes
smiling at me.
As I drank the cool water thirstily, she watched me. When I returned the
empty glass to her, she took it from my hand and placed it on the night
stand near the bed. Throwing a quick glance at the door, she came closer
to me and tilting her head to one side, whispered seductively "So, sir ...
were you satisfied with my service today..." fluttering her eye lashes, and
allowing her pillowy breasts to press against my arms.
I reached out and pulled her towards me, cupping her softly butt with my
hands, and mashing her lush body to mine, replied with an equally hot
smile "Very satisfied, Swati..." looking into her lasciviously. She
pretended to blush at that, and added in a conspiratory tone "Sir ... if you
ever want me to come to you ... I mean ... outside of the parlor ... I'll be
very happy to come..." running her fingers along my neck, and putting on
an incredibly sexy expression on her face.
To Be Continued..
Part - 35
I knew why she was playing this little seducing game with me,
and quickly extracted my wallet from my trousers. I saw her
eyes glance at the money inside my wallet, as I pulled out two
notes of 500/- rupees. Pressing the folded notes into her hand,
I said "This is for you, Swati ... but don't tell aunty, ok..."
winking my eyes conspiratorially.
Her face brightened at that, and she gushed "Of course, sir ...
of course ... thank you ... thank you..." pressing herself further
to me. Quickly sliding the money into some pocket in her skirt,
she pressed her lips hungrily to mine, grinding her pelvis to
mine. Pulling her lips away, she said "I'll wait for you to call me,
sir ... anytime you want..." I just smiled at nodded at her,
knowing fully well that sluts like her would always be available
for me, as long as I was generous with my money.
With that, we disengaged and headed down stairs. Radhika

aunty had changed her saree, and was looking as ravishing as
ever, ready for one more day of business. Glancing at my
watch, I saw that it was nearing 10 in the morning. I suddenly
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wanted to get out of that place, and took leave of Radhika

aunty and the girls. Before I left, I left some money on the
table in her living room, asking her to give it to the girls.
She protested, but upon my insistence, agreed to it. As she

gave me a hug, she made it amply clear that I was welcome to
come back to her anytime I felt like it; and also made me
promise not to mention anything about this to either Mayuri
ben or her daughter, Seema. I had no intention of doing so
anyways, and therefore agreed immediately. Gathering my
keys, I stepped outside. Radhika aunty followed me to the door
to see me off.
Just as I was putting on my helmet, she began "Beta ...

umm..." hesitating. "Yes, aunty..." I probed, even as I inserted
my keys into the bike's ignition. "Beta ... if you ... if you have
any friends ... who'd like to ... I mean ... like to have a good
time ... they're more than welcome here..." she said with an
awkwards smile. I knew that this was coming sooner or later,
and only smiled at her.
"I'll give them a discount also, beta ... special rates..." she
continued, sounding more and more like a middle-aged matron
pimping her girls. "Of course, aunty..." I replied with a smile "I
will tell my friends ... and I'm sure they will like to come
here..." At this she brightened, and replied "Thank you, beta ...
thank you..."
As my bike roared to life, she waved to me. Reaching home, I

stripped off my clothes and headed for a much needed shower.
My body was sticky with sweat and oil, and I was dying to
cleanse myself. As much as I had enjoyed my romp with
Radhika aunty and her two hot girls, I was sure that I would
not be going back there very soon. But at the same time, I
made a mental note to recommend this place to a couple of my
friends anyways. There was no harm in keeping Radhika aunty
happy, I surmised.
I spent the rest of the day catching up on some errands which

had piled up. There were the usual plethora of bills which had
to be paid, tasks that I'd never even known existed before my
folks left for our village. And I knew that by the time I'd be
through with my errands, it would be past lunch time. So I
made it a point to call up Kalpana aunty through their neighbor,
and inform her in advance that she did not need to come with
my lunch for the day.
I took the opportunity to also tell her to ask her if it was OK for
me to go over to their place for dinner, a request which she
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accepted more than willingly. Once I was through with my

errands, I used the free afternoon time to catch up with an old
school friend of mine, who'd been calling me over to his house
for a while, since he'd just gotten hold of a couple of new video
games.
Video games were the rage those days, and like most others
my age, I too was addicted to them. Moreover, I had an added
incentive in going to his place, because I looked forward to
seeing his twin sister, Mona; who though not terribly attractive,
was the most flirtatious girl I'd come across. Also, his mom was
terribly fond of me, and I loved going there just for enjoying
the fantastic food she cooked.
Having spent the day at my friend's place, it was nearly half

past seven in the evening when I finally reached Kalpana
aunty's place. Her husband, Jatin bhai opened the door. For a
change, he looked fresh and clean today, quite unlike the
slovenly manner in which he usually was around the house. He
was dressed in a freshly starched white kurta and pajama, and
even seemed to have pampered himself with a hair cut and a
shave.
"Welcome, Jignesh bhai ... welcome..." he greeted me

effusively as he opened the door, and embraced me warmly.
With his massive pot belly, it was difficult for anyone to
embrace him, and I couldn't help but notice the cheap cologne
from the nearby hair cutting saloon on him. "Hello, uncle ... you
look very cheerful today..." I said with a smile, as he closed the
door behind us. "Yes, yes..." her responded immediately " ...
today was a good day..." as he tool hold of my hand and led me
inside.
In all fairness, he was a very friendly sort of chap, but I

couldn't help but wonder how friendly he would've been had I
not been helping him out financially. As he led me to their
battered old sofa, he continued "All thanks you, Jignesh bhai ...
all thanks to you..." sitting down heavily by my side on the
sofa. "You know you had lent me some money..." he started
enthusiastically " ... well today, my bank loan got sanctioned ...
and I have paid of all my creditors..." his voice happy.
"Not only that ... I have also managed to make a small down
payment to Vinod saheb..." referring to someone with whom
he'd been contemplating investing in setting up a warehouse of
sorts to collect and re-sell scrap. "He has agreed to make me a
partner in his business ... so now I am going to do big
business..." he announced boisterously, his fat face beaming.
"Oh, that's great news, uncle ... I'm really happy for you..." I
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said, relieved that this man seemed to be at least making good

use of he money I'd lent him. "Sab tumhaari dua hai, Jignesh
bhai ... all thanks to you..." he responded enthusiastically,
grabbing hold of my hand and pumping it vigorously.
Before I could respond, Kalpana aunty came into the room. To

my pleasant surprise, she too was dressed rather well today.
She was wearing what seemed to be a brand new saree, and
there was a general air of freshness about her. She had that
same look of warmth in her eyes and a bright smile on her
face, as she entered the room, carrying a tray with a glass of
water for me. I stood up upon seeing her, and as I took the
glass from the tray, she looked at my face, and smiled at me
the way only she could; right from her heart.
There was a cheery air about their house today, and it felt
really good to see my loving Kalpana aunty in such a good
frame of mind. It was quite unlike the general image I had of
her; a poor hardworking housewife, who seemed perpetually
drenched in sweat from the drudgery of her household work,
and also having to work over time cooking food for people, to
support her family. Her hair was tied in the ubiquitors bun, and
I could smell some talcum powder on her. As I took the glass
from the tray, I smiled and said to her teasingly "Kya baat hai,
aunty ... aaj to aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho..." indicating that
she was looking really good today.
She blushed at that, and her face creased into a pleased albeit
shy smile at that, causing her prominent cheekbones to stand
up, and those really alluring dimples to form on her plump
roundish weather beaten face. I'd never imagined that even a
42-year old middle-aged woman could blush like this! It
pleased me immensely to know that I could have this kind of
effect even on a woman her age. But then it was probably
easier to please ordinary looking middle-aged women like her,
who'd probably heard very few compliments being paid to them
in their entire life.
Conscious of herself, her eyes shining, she managed to say

"Thank you, beta ... you're very kind..." her voice soft. "It's just
that ... just that ... Jatin bhai bought me a new saree today..."
she added with some awkwardness, referring to the saree she'd
worn today. The sheer happiness on her face, at having been
gifted something by her otherwise worthless husband, made it
worth everything! All of a sudden, I felt very good about
myself, and was tempted to wrap my arms around the motherly
Kalpana aunty, and embrace her warmly.
"Oh..." I said with a smile that lit up my face " ... no wonder
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you're looking so beautiful, aunty..." I said, turning to look at

her husband; who was looking on with a mighty pleased
expression on her face. Placing the empty glass on the tray she
was holding out for me, I reached out and shook Jatin bhai's
hand "I'm very happy to see this, uncle ... I'm really happy..."
wanting to also let him know that I appreciated the gesture
he'd made towards his wife.
He just shifted on his heavy feet, preening like a rooster who'd

just conquered a prime hen, with such a big smile on his face
that his eyes almost disappeared into his fleshy pudgy face.
"We owe so much to you, beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty say
softly from the side, as she gently touched me on my arm.
"Yes, beta ... we are really indebted to you..." Jatin bhai added,
pursing his lips, and addressing me for the first time as 'beta',
even as he came and placed his heavy hand on my shoulder.
As I stood there between this wonderful 42-year old housewife,

and her 48-year old slob of a husband, soaking in the gratitude
that they were displaying to me, I couldn't help but feel on top
of the world! The color rushed to my cheeks, as I squirmed
uncomfortably and said "Oh, stop it please ... both of you are
embarrassing me now ... please..." as I stepped aside from
between them.
Not knowing what else to do, I just picked up the tray and the
empty glass which Kalpana aunty had placed on the tea-poy,
and walked towards the kitchen to put it back. "Arre, what are
you doing, beta..." Kalpana aunty protested immediately,
bustling behind me. "Then you please stop saying things like
this..." I admonished them with mock anger. "Ok, ok, Jignesh
bhai..." said Jatin bhai immediately, switching back to his usual
tone " ... maaf kar do humko..." folding his hands together in a
gesture of mock apology.
As I returned to the living room, I asked both of them in

general "Where's Jigna ... I didn't see her..." curious to know
where she was, since I was rather looking forward to seeing her
again. At this, both of them glanced at each other, and
something like a knowing smile transpired between husband
and wife.
For a brief moment, I had my heart in mouth, because the way

Kalpana aunty and Jatin bhai had exchanged that knowing
smile, made me wonder if they had somehow learnt about what
had been going on between me and their teenage daughter.
However, before my heartbeats could go through the roof,
Kalpana aunty answered "From the time she's come back from
school, she's been asking only one question ... when is Jignesh
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bhaiya coming ... when is Jignesh bhaiya coming..." a warm

motherly smile on her face.
I could manage only an "Oh..." as I realized both of them were

looking at me, with a knowing but warm smile on their face.
"I've just sent her to the kirana store to buy some things, beta
... she should be here any minute..." Kalpana aunty added, a
warm motherly tone to her voice.
But something in the manner in which husband and wife had

looked at each other when I inquired about their teenage
daughter, made me a bit apprehensive. I was praying that the
innocent but naïve girl would not have blurted out anything to
her mother. I could not even imagine what would be their
reaction, if they ever came to know how I'd been fooling
around with their teenage daughter.
And I also felt terribly guilty about what it would do to their

trust. For the moment however, I decided to push away those
scary thoughts from my mind, and replied "Uh ... ok ... I was
just wondering where she was ... that's all..." my voice a little
unsteady, as I tried hard to read their expression.
"We know, beta ... we know..." replied Jatin bhai with a little
chuckle, the same enigmatic smile on his rotund face " ... she
also looks forward to you coming here now a days beta ... in
fact ... she's more fond of you than her own brother now..." he
continued amicably with a smile, referring to their son,
Dharmesh, who was about my age, and was living with Jatin
bhai's sister in another town, since he had got admitted into a
college there.
I just managed an embarrassed smile, as I saw both of them

looking at me with that same expression of unreadable
fondness. "Arre, why are you still standing, Jignesh bhai..." said
Jatin bhai, mercifully changing the topic. "Yes, beta ... make
yourself comfortable ... Jigna will be here soon..." Kalpana
aunty said to me with a smile again, her eyes looking into mine
" ... let me get on with my cooking now..." she added, as she
nodded at me, and disappeared into the kitchen again.
As I sat down on the sofa, I took a deep breath of relief. As

Jatin bhai began to pick up the newspapers which were lying
scattered around the room, I said "So, uncle ... this calls for
celebration, no..." a big smile on my face " ... now that you've
got the loan, and your business is back on track..." At this, his
face brightened, and he beamed.
"Of course, of course..." he gushed " ... I was telling Kalpu the
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same thing..." he added aloud, making sure his wife who was in
the kitchen also heard him. "Did you hear that, Kalpu..." he
hollered from the living room. "Yes, baba ... I heard..." came
Kalpana aunty's voice from the kitchen " ... you are just lookin
for a chance to 'celebrate' no..." her tone admonishing him,
albeit lightheartedly.
Jatin bhai laughed out at that, before turning to me and saying

"Arre, Jignesh bhai ... just before you came in, I was telling her
that today we should be celebrating ... but you know how she is
no ... she just does not understand us men..." he added with a
wink, making sure his wife also heard her. "Haan, haan ... I
don't understand anything..." I heard Kalpana aunty retort from
the kitchen, which made both of us smile.
Today I was seeing a new sort of camaraderie between the two

of them, and I couldn't help but marvel at how much of an
impact financial security could have on the lives of ordinary
folks. "Tell me, Jignesh bhai..." said Jatin bhai with urgency " ...
what would you like to drink ... I will quickly go and get it..."
his enthusiasm evident at the prospect of having a drink. "No,
no uncle ... I'm fine ... I was just..." I protested.
"Arre, Jignesh bhai..." he began to say, even as I cut him off.

"Uncle ... first you please stop calling me 'Jignesh bhai' ... I find
that very awkward..." I said to him with mock sternness. "Ok,
ok ... I won't, my son... "he responded immediately, folding his
hands in a mock apology once again again " ... at least now tell
me what you would like to drink..." his eyes gleaming as he
rubbed his hands together gleefully at the prospect of drinking
tonight again.
I knew very well that Kalapan aunty did not take too kindly to
his drinking, and I did not want to become the reason for any
discord between them going forward. Shaking my head, I said
"No, let it be, uncle..." "Arre ... how can I let it be ... just now
only you said no ... that we should celebrate..." he protested,
once again speaking loud enough to be heard in the other room
as well. "Umm ... I know ... but..." I squirmed. "But ... but
what, my dear son..." he coaxed me.
"Umm ... I don't want to do anything that aunty does not

like..." I added in a small voice, unable to come up with any
other reason at that moment. Letting out a mock sigh of
exasperation, Jatin bhai placed his hands on his hips, and said
"Look at this ... you will do anything to keep your 'aunty' happy
... but you cannot do anything for your 'uncle's' joy..." before
walking up to the door of the kitchen, and telling his wife
"Dekho ... kitna khayal hai isko tumhaare liye..." smiling as he
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teased her good naturedly. "Oh, uncle..." I protested.
I didn't want this to become an issue between them, so I took

the initiative, and walked up towards the kitchen, just as
Kalpana aunty too came towards us, muttering something
under her breath. As she saw me, there was a smile on her
face. Coming close to me, she fondly ruffled my hair as she
said "You are my laadla, beta ... whatever you want ... I will
never say no..." her voice warm as she looked into my eyes
with that fond smile of hers " ... and I know that you're happy
to see our happiness..." displaying her uncanny ability to read
my mind.
"So, beta ... I have no problems today if you two drink today..."
her hands caressing my cheek, as she came really close to me,
her big mature breasts under that saree almost brushing
against my cheeks, even as she smiled at me. Before I could
respond, Jatin bhai clapped his hands together and exclaimed
"Good ... good ... at least now you don't have any problems,
Jignesh bhai..." turning to look at me with a smile. When I just
looked at him, he quickly added "Sorry ... no calling you
Jignesh bhai from now onwards ... beta ... Jignesh beta..."
correcting himself upon seeing my look.
I threw my head back and laughed at that, before turning to

Kalpana aunty "Thank you for giving me this honor, aunty..."
my tone genuine, as I too reached out and clasped her hand.
She squeezed my hand hard in response, and I was thrilled
about having this kind of comfort with this family now, that
both she and I could freely touch each other, within the realms
of decency, even in front of her husband. Stepping back, I
announced "Ok ... then, if you don't mind, uncle ... I will just
go home and get one bottle from my dad's cupboard..." a
satisfied smile on my face.
"Sure, sure, beta ... I know you drink only Scotch..." Jatin bhai
reverted immediately, his face beginning to almost glow at the
prospects of drinking some decent Scotch again. Throwing one
more glance at Kalpana aunty, who stood there watching me, I
quickly picked up my keys, and headed home to get the bottle
from my house. Within no time, I was back, having depleted
my father's stock of imported whiskey by one more bottle of
the ubiquitous Johnnie Walker.
The door of their house was still open when I got back, and as I
stepped into their house, I could hear Kalpana aunty in the
kitchen. "Auntie..." I called out, as I stepped into the living
room. "I'm here, beta..." Kalpana aunty replied from the
kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, carrying the bottle, I saw
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that she was busy kneading dough for making pooris on the
kitchen platform.
As I placed the black & golden packet containing the bottle of

whiskey on the kitchen platform, Kalpana aunty smiled at me
and said "He's just gone out to get some snacks for you to
have with your drinks..." even as she continued to knead the
dough. "You know, he gets excited like a kid at the prospect of
drinking..." she added with a wry smile, as she went about
kneading the dough, the pair of golden colored bangles on her
wrists jingling.
"I know, aunty ... that's why I didn't want to ... I'm sorry..." I
began, only to be cut off by her. "No, beta ... I'm not saying
anything to you..." she butted in " ... when you are there, I
have no problems with it ... I know only mean well for us ... I
have no problems in his drinking in the house ... it's just that I
don't like it when he drinks outside the house ... and more so
when he's borrowing money from people ... and spending it on
sharaab..." she added by way of explanation.
"I know, aunty..." I mumbled. "But today ... I'm very happy ...
very happy..."she added with a bright smile, even as she looked
at me, and brushed away a bead of sweat from her forehead

with the sleeve of her maroon-colord blouse, her hands covered
with the dough as they were. As I stood there leaning against
the kitchen platform next to her, she continued "You know,
after so many years ... today he bought a saree for me ... I
can't remember the last time he ever bothered to buy anything
for me..." she added with a wry smile, as she went about
pummeling the dough into shape.
Even from where I stood, I couldn't help but notice the way her
heavy breasts, encased inside the blouse under her matching
maroon-colored saree, shook as she pummeled on the dough.
"And you know, beta ... today he also got a new dress for
Jigna..." she added with pride, as she went about her work.
"You should have seen how excited Jigna was ... when she saw
that her father had got something for her without her asking
for it..." she continued, as she looked at me and smiled. I just
nodded my head in understanding and smiled back at her, still
amazed at how much joy a little bit of money could bring into
ordinary middle class families.
Somewhere down the line, I'd begun to take money for

granted, but what I was seeing in this household today, made
me look at money with new found respect. "But I will never
ever forget to whom we owe this, beta..." she said in a voice
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thick with emotion, as she looked up from the dough. Her eyes
had begun to water, and I saw that she was pursing her lips
together to control her emotions. Without thinking of anything
else, I stepped forward quickly, and just embraced her from
behind, pressing my body to her thick heavy body from behind.
Wrapping my arms around her fleshy belly under the saree

from beind, I rested my chin on her shoulder, and said to her
with urgency "Aunty ... will you please stop that ... I told you I
don't like hearing that..." my voice firm, as I held her tight
from behind, pressing my pelvis to her massively endowed
buttocks under the saree. "Yes, beta ... I know ... I know ... it's
just that I'm so..." she said in a quavering voice, as she blinked
her eyes, and drop of her precious tears rolled down her cheek.
One of the reasons I was so drawn to this 42-year old middle

aged housewife, was the fact that she was perhaps the most
loving and kind-hearted people I had met in my life. And for
some strange reason, that added to the sexual attraction I felt
for her. As she blinked to clear the tears that had clouded her
eyes, she threw her head back to nuzzle her cheeks against
mine.
Reaching up with one hand, I gently wiped the unwanted tears

from her cheeks, a gesture which caused her to close her eyes
and let out a contented sigh, as if relishing this small moment
of joy with me. As I slid my hand down again to hold her by her
belly, pressing myself to her from behind, she said "Yes, today
... let us just enjoy the moment..." smiling and nodding to
herself.
"And I'm so glad to see that you are also able to be part of our
happiness today..." she added wistfully, still nodding, as if
speaking to herself. "And with your friend here..." she said with
a smile, nodding towards the bottle of whiskey which I'd
feltched from home " ... I'm sure you'll be able to have a good
time..." her tone light hearted, as she nuzzled her cheeks
against me, unable to touch me with her hands as they were
covered with the wheat flour.
"I don't care about Mr. Johnnie Walker..." I said with a smile,
pressing myself to her further " ... what I care about is right
here ... in my arms..." even as I slid my hands up under her
saree, and cupped both of her heavy firm 38-C breasts inside
the confines of her blouse and bra. As I felt the incredible
heaviness and firmness of her mature breasts, I felt my cock
twitch inside my pants, and begin to press against that massive
heavy ass of hers.
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"Ohhh, beta ... ohhh, beta..." she sighed, as she leant back,
the bun of her hair resting on my shoulder, even as she closed
her eyes, genuinely loving the feel of my hands on her mature
breasts. Conscious of my surroundings, I glanced at the open
door of the living room, for anyone entering the house had a
clear line of vision into the kitchen. As if reading my thoughts,
Kalpana aunty said in a husky whisper "Yes, beta ... the door is
open..." her voice thick.
"So, shall I close the door then..." I replied in a teasing voice,

smiling at her, even as my fingers caressed the heavy
roundness of her breasts inside the blouse and bra, trying to
locate the hardness of her nipples. She looked into my eyes as
if trying to make out if I was serious.
Even though my tone was teasing, she could see the burning
desire in my eyes. "Beta..." she began in an unsteady voice "
... Jigna ... she can come in any moment now..." her tone
betraying how she was being torn between what her body
wanted, and what her mind was cautioning her against. But
before she could say anything further, I let out a little laugh and
said "I know, aunty ... I was just joking..."
Giving her huge breasts one more squeeze under her saree, I
stepped back from her, releasing her from my grasp. She
smiled at me as I did that, and letting out a long sigh, just
gazed at the dough she was kneading. Lifting her flour covered
hands, she showed me her arms and said "See, beta ... what
you have done to me..." showing me the goose pimples that
had sprung up along her arms, even as she smiled warmly.
Taking a quick step towards her, I pressed my pelvis to her

huge buttocks, so that she could feel the turgidity of my cock
inside my jeans, as I muttered "And see what YOU have done
to me, aunty..." I let myself linger for a few seconds in that
position, as we both looked into each others' eyes before
stepping back.
Deciding to lighten the sexual tension that had so rapidly build

up between us, I announced "Let me take out the glasses,
aunty ... so that we're ready when Uncle comes back..." She
showed me where she kept her precious collection of special
glasses, that were taken out only for special occasions, in one
of the sparse cabinets in their kitchen. As I was taking out the
glasses from their cabinet, she began speaking again.
"You know, beta ... Jigna has become very fond of you now..."
she began. The alarm bells began ringing in my head, as the
topic of Jigna began again. I glanced at her from where I was,
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but she was not looking at my direction, speaking as she began

to roll small balls of dough for the pooris between her palms.
"Umm ... I'm also very fond of her, aunty..." I responded, try
my level best to keep my voice normal, even as I pretended to
be busy taking out glasses from the cabinet, one after the
other.
As if not hearing what I said, Kalpana aunty continued "Ever

since she has come back from her picnic ... all she has been
talking about is, you ... Jignesh bhaiya this ... and Jignesh
bhaiya tha..." her tone casual. I decided to let her continue, in
the hope that she would eventually get to what she was trying
to tell me. "Yesterday night, after Jatin bhai had gone to sleep
... I was asking her about her picnic..." she continued, her lone
pair of gold bangles on both the wrists jingling as she rolled the
dough into little balls.
"And she kept telling me ... again and again ... that she really
missed Jignesh bhaiya ... and that it would have been so much
fun if Jignesh bhaiya was also with her for the picnic..." her
tone that of casual conversation. Even though my trepidation
was rising at where she was leading to, I couldn't help but feel
pleased inwardly at how much this sexy 16-year old teenage
girl seemed besotted with me. Going about her work, Kalpana
aunty continued "You know how it is with girls her age no, beta
... they are growing up ... and they feel many things ... which
... which they don't fully understand..." speaking even as she
went about her work.
Turning to look at what I was doing, she asked "You understand

what I'm saying no, beta..." a faint smile on her face. I
pretended not to look at her, as I busied myself with rinsing the
glasses and wiping them clean with a piece of cloth one by one.
"Um ... yes, aunty..." I mumbled, trying to keep my voice
casual, without looking at her. "What I'm trying to say, beta..."
she continued " ... is that I can see that she is ... she is ... very
attracted to you..." hesitating for the first time since she began
this conversation. My heart was in my mouth now, and I had
almost stopped breathing, beginning to worry about where this
was headed.
I decided to keep mum, and just went about fidgeting with

cleaning the glasses. I realized it was probably easier for her
also to talk to me about this subject without looking at my face,
and decided to keep it that way. "You know that no, beta... ?"
she asked me suddenly, waiting for my response. Turning to
look at her, I saw that she had paused at her work, and was
looking at me expectantly, a faint smile on her lips. "Umm ...
know what, aunty... ?" I asked, pretending to be fool. "You
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know that she is very attracted to you na, beta ... don't you...
?" she repeated her question, that same faint enigmatic smile
on her face.
Even though I was on dangerous grounds, the look on her face

as she asked me this question was reassuring. Deciding to play
it safe, I replied "Umm ... I don't know, aunty ... I mean..." my
tone unsure and guarded. Giving me a wane smile at my
uncomfortable response, she said "I know, beta ... I'm a
woman after all ... I know how girls feel..." her tone patient and
motherly. "And I also know that you're also very fond of her,
hai na, beta... ?" she quizzed me again, her eyes boring into
mine, as if trying to read them, even though she maintained
that same warm smiling expression.
"Umm, aunty ... yes ... I mean, of course ... she's a very nice
girl ... I like her a lot..." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders as
if trying to be very casual after her. She was silent for a
moment, as if waiting for me to say something else. "I mean ...
yes ... I'm very fond of her, aunty..." I added, unable to bear
her gaze, pursing my lips in a wry smile. There was an
awkward moment of silence, and I didn't know what else to
say. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, I blurted
out "She probably misses her brother, aunty ... and maybe ...
maybe she ... maybe that's why she's..." letting my words
hang.
Kalpana aunty just smiled at me warmly upon hearing these

words from my lips, and I didn't know if she'd seen through my
ruse, and was just being patient with me. At that moment, I
had no way of knowing if she was trying to tell me to stay away
from her teenage daughter. After a while, she just nodded her
head slowly and said "Yes ... yes ... she love you like her
brother ... that much I know ... and I can also see that you also
love her ... like your sister..." pausing there, and looking into
my eyes, as if waiting to see what my reaction to that was,
before continuing "But, it is also more than that..." her tone
knowing, yet enigmatic.
When I looked at her dumbly, she added "What I meant is ...

she looks upon you with something ... something more than ...
just brotherly love..." once again gazing at my face, as we
stood across each other on opposite ends of their small kitchen.
"You know what I mean, na beta..." she asked me softly. "Uh ...
what, aunty..." I mumbled, deciding to play the fool for now,
even though I fully understood what she was trying to ask me.
With a little shake of her head, she washed her hands in the
kitchen sink, and wiping them on the pallu of her saree, came
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towards me. I watched with mounting trepidation as she

approached me. Taking both of my hands in hers, she looked at
me with a serious but kind expression and said "Beta ... I love
you like my own son ... don't I... ?" looking at me with her
large dark eyes, her heavy plump face tilted to one side. "Yes,
aunty ... I also love you like..." I mumbled, swallowing as I
looked at her face.
"But I also love you in another way, don't I..." she said softly,
looking into my eyes, as she took hold of my sweating hands,
and placed them on her heavy big breasts over the saree,
pressing her lush heavy body to mine. Placing her palm over
mine and pressing them gently to her bosom, she asked again
"Don't I, beta..." "Yes ... yes, aunty..." I mumbled, my mouth
dry by now, as I struggled to cope with this incredibly
uncomfortable situation. Tilting to her head to one side as she
looked at me, she said softly "It's the same way with Jigna
also, beta..." smiling softly, as if explaining something to me
like a mother would to her child.
"Now you understand what I'm trying to say, beta... ?" she
asked me softly, continuing to hold my hands to her bosom.
Clearing my throat, I managed to gasp "Uh ... yes, aunty..."
Hearing these words from me, she gave my hands another

squeeze before taking a step back, and letting go off my hands.
She continued to gaze at me with an enigmatic look on her
face. Unable to bear the silence, I mumbled "Aunty, I'm sorry
... I didn't mean to..." my voice faltering. "Oh, beta ... what are
you saying sorry for ... of course I know ... I know, beta ... I
know..." she interrupted me quickly, once again reaching out to
take both my hands in hers.
As I dropped my gaze, she touched me on my chin and made

me look at her. "Look at me, beta ... I am her mother no..." she
began " ... all I was trying to say is that ... she is growing up
now ... and I know what girls go through at this age..." trying
to explain herself. Coming closer to me, she touched me on my
cheeks and said gently "I know how nice a person you are, beta
... I have seen that for myself ... I just want you to ... to ...
take care of her..." her voice tender. "One she turns 18 ... then
she has to take care of herself ... but till that time ... I'm just
requesting you to take care of her, beta..." Kalpana aunty said,
her voice low, as she held me by my face and looked into my
eyes.
"I know you will take care of her, beta ... I'm not trying to say
you won't..." she continued as if trying to explain herself
further " ... but I'm her mother no ... and she's just going into
her 17th year ... so..." leaving her sentence unfinished. I was
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feeling wretched by now, disgusted with myself at how

completely this wonderful woman was trusting me with her
teenage daughter, while all I did was lust for her.
"Beta ... in today's world ... with TV and all that ... I know that
girls her age want boy friends and all that ... but they don't
fully understand where to draw the line ... what to do ... and
what not to do..." she continued. "I can keep trying to guide
her ... but I cannot control what she does ... at their age, if I
try to control them too much ... I know they will stop telling me
things ... and then God only knows what all they will hide from
me and do..." she went on, partly speaking to herself.
"So, beta ... if she feels some attraction ... then I'm just
relieved that it is for you ... and not some other boy whose
character I cannot trust..." she continued. I couldn't help but
notice the irony of that. She was talking about trusting a prick
like me, who was perverted enough to not only lust for that
barely 17-year old girl, but also her 42-year old mother.
"I trust you, beta..." she said, interrupting my reverie " ... I
know that you will take care of her ... and that you will know
what to do ... and what not to do..." the last five words in a
faint whisper, as she looked into my eyes intently. We both just

looked at each other silently, she expectant with her trust in
me, and me fighting with the conflicting emotions that had
welled up inside me.
Finally, she let go off my hands, and shaking her head, said
"That's all I had to say, beta ... the rest I'm leaving to you ... I
will just pray that you do not hate your aunty for saying this..."
her voice so full of love that my heart went out to her. With a
groan, I just reached out for her, and pulled her into my arms.
"Oh, aunty ... why do you say that, aunty ... why do you say
that..." I said in a fierce whisper, holding her clasped in my
arms, and kissing her on her forehead.
At that emotional moment, I barely noticed her heavy firm

breasts pressing against my chest. "I too love Jigna, aunty ... in
a very special way ... of course I will take care of her ... and
why will I ever feel bad about you saying this to me..." I
continued, even as I held her tight " ... on the contrary, I'm so
grateful to you for having placed so much trust in me..."
meaning every word of what I said, even though deep inside I
was also feeling guilty of lusting for her teenage daughter.
I felt her take a deep breath of relief when she heard this, and
as I released her from my arms, she looked up at me once
again with that same look of love and fondness that only she
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could give. Reaching out once again, she pulled my face to hers
and whispered "Thank you, beta ... thank you ... thank you..."
saying that over and over again. Pausing for a few seconds, as
she held my face just inches away from hers, she whispered
"And I love you, beta..." her hot breath on mine.
"Oh, I love you too, aunty..." I whispered thickly, even as I felt

her pull my face to hers and kiss me passionately on the
mouth, her tongue intermingling with mine. As she kissed me
ardently with pent up passion, my hands automatically slid
under her saree to feel her heavy firm breasts inside the
blouse; an action which caused her to sigh deeply.
"I know, beta..." she whispered thickly, as she pulled her lips
away from mine, and reached down between us to feel my
hardness which had sprung up rather quickly inside the
confines of my underwear. "I missed you, beta..." I heard her
whisper fiercely, as she gently placed her palm on the bulge
inside my jeans. Just at that moment, we heard the sound of
the outer gate of their courtyard being opened noisily.
"Jigna..." was all that Kalpana aunty managed to whisper to me

urgently, as she quickly pulled away from me and hastily
moved to the kitchen platform, where she was rolling the

dough. I too quickly picked up one of the glasses, and wipe the
already dry glass, even as we heard Jigna bustle into the
house. That old rickety wrought iron gate outside their house
had saved us just in the nick of time!
"Has Jignesh bhaiya come yet, mummy..." I heard Jigna call

out, even as I heard her take off her sandals and noisily drop
them on the floor. Kalpana aunty smiled at me even as she put
on a normal voice and replied "No, dikra ... he has not come
yet..." winking at me as she said that. I heard the disappointed
Jigna mutter something under her breath, as she walked into
the kitchen clutching a plastic carry bag containing some
groceries that her mother had sent her to fetch from the
nearby store.
The moment her eyes fell on me, her face lit up like a million
watt bulb! "Jignesh bhaiyaaa..." she squealed excitedly, as she
dumped the bag on the kitchen platform, and practically ran
across to me. Throwing an embarrassed glance at Kalpana
aunty, who was watching her with a bemused smile on her
face, I said "Hi, Jigna ... I was waiting for you..." even as she
ran across the kitchen and embraced me like an excited kid.
Thoroughly embarrassed at this open display of affection in

front of mother, I just gingerly held her in my arms, and patted
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her back gently, relishing the feel of her young tender breasts
pressing against my chest through her dress. Probably realizing
that it was not too bright an idea to hug me like this in front of
her mother, she let go off me, even though she continued to
hold on to both my hands like an enamored school girl.
Turning to look at her mother, she squealed "Mummiee ... why

did you lie to me..." laughing even as she tried to put on a tone
of mock anger for her mother. Kalpana aunty just laughed, and
went about with rolling the dough for her pooris. The teenage
Jigna was today dressed in a rather elaborate Punjabi suit
comprising of dark red figure hugging kurta, and matching
churidaar.
The dress, though not very expensive, was very beautiful, and
complimented her relatively dark complexion well. I'd never
seen her in a Churidaar dress before, and I had to admit that
she looked really beautiful in that. "How do I look, Jignesh
bhaiya..." Jigna asked excitedly, clutching the ends of her
dress, and pirouetting on the floor, displaying her brand new
dress to me like an excited child. "Pappa got this dress for me,
today ... how do I look..." she asked again, an excited smile on
her, those big round eyes of hers wide.
As Kalpana aunt watched on fondly, I replied "You look

absolutely beautiful, Jigna ... absolutely beautiful..." I replied
genuinely, a warm smile on my face. Her face lit up at that, and
she did a little pirouette on the kitchen floor, throwing her arms
up in the air gaily. "Really, Jignesh bhaiya ... really... ?" she
asked me excitedly, wanting to hear more from me.
"Really, Jigna..." I replied with a little laugh " ... I just wish I
had brought my camera ... I could have taken some pictures of
you ... you look so ... so pretty today..." continuing to smile at
her.
"Oh, I'm so happy today..." she gushed, twirling her elaborate

chiffon dupatta in the air, even as she posed for me " ... today
you are also here ... and I've got a new dress too..." she said
excitedly, still jumping up and down. I felt a feeling of warmth
course through me for this young teenage school girl, at how
happy small things in life made her.
At the same time, I also couldn't help but notice how

transformed and grown-up she looked in this dress. So far, I'd
seen her only in her school uniform or her night clothes. But in
this elaborate dress, she looked far sexier and desirable to me
than she ever did before. Her firm young 32-B breasts stood
out proudly on her chest, accentuated by the fact that her
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Punjabi churidaar-based dress was cut well for her young

teenage figure.
To Be Continued..
Part -36 - Heisenberg - 17th December, 2018
Part - 36
"Ohh, I almost forgot..." Jigna exclaimed suddenly " ... I got a gift for you,
bhaiya..." her tone excited. "Come ... come..." she said excitedly, as she
took hold of my hands and dragged me out of the kitchen. I glanced at
Kalpana aunty once again, as Jigna led me into their second bedroom,
and she just smiled at me warmly, nodding her head in understanding.
As I followed Jigna into her room, she rummaged through her bag, and
came out with a small box. "What's it, Jigna... ?" I asked, my curiosity
getting the better of me. "Open it and see, bhaiya ... open it..." she said
excitedly, her eyes bright with anticipation as she giggled. Opening the
box, I saw that it was small bracelet of sorts to be worn on the wrist.
It was comprised of little cube-like glass beads of various colors, each of
which had one letter of my name engraved into it, forming the word J-I-
G-N-E-S-H. It was one of those things that girls her age seemed to have a
huge fancy for, and I was sure one could get something like that in the
near-by Archie's store. "I got it for you from a gift shop during the picnic,
bhaiya..." she said excitedly, looking expectantly at my face to see if I
liked it " ... I hope you like it, bhaiya..." her voice so hopeful that it
touched my heart.
In response, I just opened both my arms wide and embraced her.
Holding her pressed to my body, feeling her excited young body against
mine, I said "I love it, Jigna ... I love it ... thank you so much..." my voice
tender. She squirmed in my grasp, too excited to stay there, and as I let
go off her, there was a look of immense joy in her eyes.
"Let me tie it on your hand, bhaiya..." she said excitedly, taking the
bracelet from my hand, and beginning to fumble with the hooks of it to
tie it around my wrist. As I watched this barely 17-year old teenage girl
tie that little friendship band of sorts on my wrist, I couldn't help but
wonder what I was doing to her. Finishing tying it, she looked at my face
and smiling sweetly, asked me in a girlish voice "Will you wear this,
bhaiya ... always..."
Reaching out to clasp her hand, I said "Always..." smiling at her.
Throwing a glance at the door of their bedroom, I quickly slid forward
towards her on the bed, and planted a tiny kiss on her lips. Before she
could react, I pulled myself away, and said to her "Thank you, baby ... I
love you..." Startled at my unexpected kiss; she blushed, and fluttered her
eyelashes.
"And shall I tell you something else, baby..." I said softly. "What,
bhaiya..." she asked, smiling at me excitedly. Dropping my tone, I said
"You're looking very sexy today..." giving her leg a gentle squeeze, where
she was sitting across me on the edge of the bed. Once again, the color
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rushed to her already dark face, and she gushed "Oh, really bhaiya..." her
eyes excited once again. In response, I just nodded my head.
Throwing a glance at the door once again, she quickly slid forward
towards me this time, and said "You know, bhaiya ... I'm wearing the bra
that you bought for me today..." her tone a whisper so that her mother
who was in the kitchen could not hear her. The naive and excited
manner, in which she told me this, sent a thrill of desire coursing
through me and I felt my cock twitch inside my pants.
As I struggled to find my words, she leaned forward a bit, and pulling the
neck of her Punjabi suit to one side at her left shoulder, said in an excited
whisper "See..." showing me the strap of the black bra which she was
wearing inside. As she held her dress pulled aside to one side like that,
inviting me to look at the strap of her bra, I shook my head, and
whispered "Oh, Jigna..." reaching out involuntarily to touch her bare skin
at the neck.
"Don't I look better when I wear a bra, bhaiya... ?" she asked me, her
voice excited, yes barely above a whisper, as she threw her shoulders
back and jutted out her chest, as if urging me to look at how her young
firm teenage breasts looked in the bra under her figure hugging Punjabi
suit. "Yes, baby ... you look hot..." I whispered back, shaking my head at
how she could turn me on, even as I smiled at her.
"I knew you would like it, bhaiya ... I knew it..." she answered happily,
bobbing up and down on the bed, not realizing what this was doing to
me. There was something about the innocent naivety of this teenage girl
that drove me mad, and I had to hold myself back from losing control.
She was always so full of energy and excitement that she never gave you
one moment of respite.
Before I could gather my thoughts, she asked "You will be staying back
here tonight no, bhaiya ... after dinner..." her tone pleading and
persistent. "Yes, baby ... I will..." I replied, smiling at her again warmly.
"Oooh, I am so happy today ... I'm so happy..." she gushed for the
umpteenth time, as she threw her arms around my neck again. Just as
my blood was beginning to get warmed up, we heard the sound of Jatin
bhai's rickety scooter outside.
Realizing that father was back, Jigna jumped up from the bed, and
announced loudly "Pappa is back..." looking at me with a naughty smile,
to let me know that we'd have to save our fooling around for later, and at
the same time letting her mother know where she was. As I winked at
her, she giggled and ran out of the room, to help her father bring in the
stuff that he had gone to fetch.
As I too followed Jigna out of the room, I saw that Jatin bhai had
returned with a bagful of snacks to go with the drinks. Kalpana aunty
chided him for bringing things far more than necessary, but he dismissed
her with a laugh, saying "Arre ... today we're celebrating ... to phir
kanjoosi kaisi..." to which she responded with just an exasperated shake
of her head. For a man his size, he was moving about with an alacrity that
belied his girth, and soon had everything ready for us to sit down for a
drink in the living room.
Jigna was helping her mother out in the kitchen, bustling about the
house full of life. When I'd gone into the kitchen to fetch a couple of
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spoons, Kalpana aunty, who was still busy cooking, looked at me and
smiled. After the conversation we'd had just before Jigna had arrived, I
was still a little uncomfortable around her, now that I knew she had the
ability to see into things far more than I could imagine.
To relax myself, I said to her "Aunty ... see, what Jigna got for me..."
holding up my hand to show her the wristband she'd got for me. Jigna,
who also was in the kitchen, beamed when she saw that I was showing off
her gift to her mother. Kalpana aunty just gave a little laugh, and
remarked "Yes, I know beta ... she was very excited about getting
something for you ... so she could not keep it to herself..." smiling as she
spoke.
"Waise bhi ... now that you are there, she does not need us any more,
na..." she continued in a teasing voice, throwing a good natured glance at
her daughter. "Oh, mummy..." Jigna protested " ... why are you saying
that... ?" her lips pouting in a sexy frown.
"Why will I not say that..." Kalpana aunty countered her " ... you
remembered to get a gift for your Jignesh bhaiya ... but did you think of
getting anything for us ... your pappa and mummy... ?" still continuing to
tease her. "But..." Jigna began to protest, but clamped her mouth shut,
unable to think of anything to say to that. Her face dropped, as her eyes
darted to mine, beseeching me to help her out of this situation.
Deciding to indulge her mother, I said "Yeah, that's right Jigna ... you
didn't get anything for your mummy and pappa..." shaking my head in
disapproval, even though I smiled. "Bhaiyaa..." she wailed " ... you too..."
making a face the way only a teenage girl could. Then, as if something
had suddenly occurred to her, she exclaimed "But I got those mithhais
no, mummy..." probably referring to some sweets she'd have got.
"Yes, that you did..." Kalpana aunty immediately replied " ... but you took
almost all of it to school na, today ... to distribute in your class..." still
maintaining her teasing tone. That shut Jigna up for good, and all she
could manage was a sheepish grin. Not wanting to let go, her mother
continued "You know, beta ... on other days, I keep asking her to help me
with some work in the kitchen ... but she never comes ... but today, just
because you are here ... look how she is transformed..." smiling all the
time, as she continued to tease her daughter.
Even as I laughed at Jigna's discomfiture, she continued "I keep telling
her ... to at least learn some work in the kitchen ... otherwise no one will
marry her..." throwing a glance at her daughter. "Even if nobody else
does ... Jignesh bhaiya will..." Jigna retorted haughtily, catching all of us
unawares.
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room, as Kalpana aunty
looked up sharply at her daughter, though not with any rancor. Jigna too
had clamped her lips shut, her wide eyes flying from mine to her
mother's, realizing that she'd said something that was probably not very
appropriate. I could see a look of sudden sadness in Kalpana aunty's
eyes, as she gazed at her daughter for a while, before turning to look at
me with a wan smile.
A casual remark from the teenage girl had suddenly made the
atmosphere loaded, and to break the ice, I let out a little laugh, and said
"Oh come on, aunty ... you just wait and watch ... by the time Jigna is
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ready for marriage ... you'll find a queue of boys waiting at your doorstep
... asking for her hand in marriage..." laughing louder than appropriate in
an attempt to lighten the mood.
"I hope so ... I really hope so..." was all that Kalpana aunty muttered, as
she turned her gaze back to the food that she was cooking. Jigna's eyes
were fluttering from mine to her mother, wide eyed, as if trying to read
both her mother and me.
"Come, Jigna..." I said to her gaily " ... help me with these plates..."
referring to some plates that I was in the process of carrying to the living
room. "Yes, bhaiya..." Jigna mumbled in small voice, grateful for the
diversion, but the look of wariness did not desert her face. Soon, I settled
down in the living room with Jignesh bhai, pouring him liberal measures
of my dad's precious Scotch, while going easy with my drinks.
Jigna shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the living room,
ferrying snacks and other savories that her mother was busy preparing in
the kitchen; sweating it out even as we relaxed in the living room. Each
time she came into the living room to replenish a plate, she'd glance at
me to try and catch my eye.
But now, she was subdued, as if her mind was grappling with something,
and there was a thoughtful look in her eyes. Her carefree frivolousness
had vanished, and she seemed to be suddenly very conscious of herself,
constantly fidgeting with the dupatta of her churidaar, or her wavy hair,
which she'd tied in a simple pony.
Jatin bhai was getting garrulous by the moment, as the drinks began to
warm him up, and he kept bombarding me with one grandiose plan after
the other, about how he could make his money multiply in no time.
Though skeptical about most of his hare-brained ideas, I kept him in
good humor by chipping in one encouraging word or the other
intermittently. By the time I was on my second drink, he was already on
his fourth, and his ideas kept getting more and more incredulous.
Jigna was not to be seen for some time, and wondering what she was up
to, I excused myself from Jatin bhai on the pretext of looking up on what
Kalpana aunty was cooking in the kitchen. Upon spotting me, Kalpana
aunty smiled brightly and asked "Ready to eat now, beta..." even as she
fried pooris in the boiling oil. "Sure, aunty..." I replied absent mindedly,
my eyes seeking Jigna who was not in the kitchen too. "Umm ... where is
Jigna..." I asked her, trying to keep my voice casual.
"Oh, she must be in her room, beta..." Kalpana aunty answered without
looking at me " ... she said she'll finish some homework in the mean
time..." even as she focused on frying the pooris. "Oh..." I muttered and
turned to go. "Beta..." I heard her call out just as I was turning around.
When I turned to look at her, she nodded at me, asking me to come
closer to her.
As I went up to her, she said "Beta ... don't take what she said seriously,
ok..." her voice uncertain " ... she does not know what she's saying now..."
It was incredible how this woman could read my mind, and all I could
manage was a nod. With that, I turned around and went into the second
bedroom in their house, which was the room that used to be shared by
Jigna and her brother, but was now completely her den.
The bedroom had two single beds on either side of the room, and
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between the beds was a rickety old table which was shared by the two
siblings as their study table. Now that her brother was no longer at home,
Jigna had the table all to herself. The room was sparsely furnished, and
apart from a battered old steel cupboard, the only other furniture was a
pair of fold-able aluminum chairs.
Jigna was at the table, sitting on one of the two chairs, with her back
towards me. Her books lay strewn across the table, and she had seemed
to be busy scribbling something into one of her notebooks. With the
intent of surprising her, I crept across the room noiselessly, and when I
approached her, I saw that she had a pensive look on her face, and was
lost deep in thought. However, instead of doing her homework, she was
just doodling some illegible figures on a blank page, chewing on one end
of her plastic ball pen.
I stood there behind her for a while, but so engrossed was she in her own
thoughts that she did not feel my presence. Even though she was just
sitting there at her study table, just the sight of her in this ambience
turned me on. Her dupatta lay discarded on the bed by her side, and
from where I stood over her, I could see the black strap of her bra under
her dress at the shoulder, which she had so enthusiastically shown me
ony a while back.
In spite of myself, I felt a stirring in my loins, and I marveled at how this
sexy teenage school girl could turn me on without doing anything.
Without making a sound, I leaned forward and bringing my face next to
her right ear, with my chin just above her shoulder, I whispered into her
ear "Hi, baby..." She almost jumped out of the chair with a startled gasp,
and let out a little yelp of shock.
"Ohh ... bhaiyaa ... I thought..." she gasped, her eyes widening with
surprise when she saw that it was me. "What you doing here all by
yourself, baby..." I asked her softly, pulling the other chair and sitting
down on it next to her. "Umm nothing, bhaiya ... I was just trying to
finish some homework..." she mumbled, hastily fumbling with her
notebook, and trying to open a page that was relevant.
But just before she managed to turn the page, I saw that what she was
actually doodling on the blank page, were her name and mine; Jignesh
and Jigna, in some fancy cursive writing. As I watched her trying to cover
up, I smiled and said "I know you're not doing your homework, baby..."
watching her face, as she tried to smile.
"Tell me, baby ... what were you thinking... ?" I asked her gently, reaching
out to place my palm on her knee. "Nothing, bhaiya ... I was just..." she
mumbled, flustered that I'd seen through her reverie. "Tell me..." I
repeated, tilting my head to one side and looking into her dark big eyes,
and squeezing her knee gently.
She dropped her gaze to her lap, and began to fidget with her dress, and I
could see that her mind was in some deep turmoil. I waited patiently,
letting my palm rest on her knees, knowing that she would speak to me
once she was ready. After a few moments, she raised her gaze to look at
my face, and I saw that there was forelorn look in her eyes.
She seemed to be searching for some answers in my face, and seemed to
be torn between wanting to ask, and wondering what my answer would
be. After what seemed like an eternity, she took a deep breath, and began
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"Bhaiyya ... I'm too young for you, na..." the sentence more of a statement
than a question. Caught off guard, I took a moment to respond, before
replying "What do you mean, baby..." my tone gentle.
She struggled to put her words together for another moment before
adding "I mean ... I'm too young to be your girlfriend, na..." I was
momentarily tongue tied at this question. I was nearing 20, and was
about 3 years elder than her. Trying to keep the atmosphere calm, I
forced a smile on my face and was about to say something when she
blurted out "Oh, bhaiya ... I know that you will have some other girlfriend
... and ... and you look at me only as your little sister..." her words coming
out in a rush.
I felt something tug at my heart, at the way this teenage girl was speaking
from her heart. Clamping my mouth shut, I just looked at her. "Hai na,
bhaiya... ?" she repeated, her eyes imploring me to answer. "Why do you
say that, baby..." I asked her softly, unable to think of anything else to
say. "Oh, I know, bhaiya ... I just know..." she said with a little sigh, her
lips pouting the way they did when she was upset, as she dropped her
gaze back to her lap.
As she sat there in the chair, gaze lowered, fidgeting with her dress, I felt
like reaching out for her and taking her in my arms. But minding the
surroundings, I just said as calmly as I could "Jigna ... my dear ... yes, it's
true that I'm fond of you as I would be of a sister ... but at the same time
... I..." letting my words hang unfinished. She kept looking at me
expectantly, waiting for me to complete. Throwing a glance at the door of
the room, I pulled my chair closer to her, so that our knees were
touching.
Taking both her delicate hands in mine, I clasped her fingers between
mine, and said "But at the same time, I also love you, Jigna..." I saw a
flicker of excitement in her eyes when I uttered the word 'love', but as
quicky as it had come, it vanished. Dropping her gaze to her lap, she said
in a resigned tone "Yes, bhaiya ... you love me like a little girl ... like a
little kid sister..." refusing to look me in the eye.
All my conversations with the women in this house today were turning
out like a walk in a minefield, and I was completely at my wits end on
how to handle the situation. I could see that her eyes were beginning to
water, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil her mood today. Taking a
deep breath, I spoke "Jigna ... it is possible to love a person in more ways
than one..." praying that I was making some sense " ... and I also love you
in more ways than one..." as I paused for effect.
That seemed to have got her attention, and she was now looking intently
at me. Putting on my most charming smile, I said "Tell me something ...
don't you love me..." squeezing her hands gently. She just nodded in
response, waiting for me to complete. "You love me like your 'bhaiyya' ...
but you also love me in a different way, don't you... ?" I continued,
maintaining my smile.
"Yes..." was all she managed to reply, as she kept looking at me
expectantly. "So you see..." I continued, beginning to regain my
confidence now " ... I also love you in the same way..." once again was
squeezing her clenched fist. She was silent for a moment, as if trying to
digest what I'd just said, before saying "Bhaiyya ... so do you love me
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enough to marry me when I grow up... ?"

She'd posed the question I was dreading all along, and my breath caught
in my throat. I felt a lump come up in my throat, as I tried to
comprehend the enormity of what this 16-going-on-17 girl was asking
me. Her large limpid eyes were shimmering with the beginning of tears,
and I could see that her lips were also quivering.
Breaking the silence, I reached out with my right hand to touch her
cheek. Her skin felt hot to touch, and she shuddered involuntarily when I
touched her face. Clearing my throat, I said "In the kitchen ... when you
said that if nobody else married you ... then you would marry me ... didn't
you want to know what my answer to that was... ?" my tone as gentle as it
could be.
"Yes ... yes, bhaiya..." she managed to say in a hoarse whisper, her
eyelashes fluttering wildly as she tried to blink her tears back. "My
answer is yes, Jigna ... yes..." I said in a soft yet firm tone.
I didn't know if I was saying the right thing to her, but at that moment, it
just seemed like the right thing to say. Though I'd had my share of fun
with a whole bunch of girls, I'd never had anyone get so involved with
me, let alone talk about marriage. To me, marriage seemed like one of
those things you had to do once you got old.
"Bhaiyyaa..." cried out Jigna, and without warning flung her arms around
me. Alarmed, I glanced at the door, before taking her into my arms and
letting her rest her head on my chest. "Oh, bhaiya ... oh bhaiya..." she
kept repeating under her breath, clinging on to me fiercely, her fingers
clasping my forearms hard.

As her body shook and convulsed with all her pent up emotions, I just
held her against my chest, and caressed her back. Worried about the
consequences of either of her parents walking into the room, I shook her
gently and whispered "Jigna, your mummy may see us..." At that, she
gave my arm a last urgent squeeze, before pulling away from me, hastily
wiping the tears that had sprung to her eyes.
As I looked at her dark pretty face, I felt like whatever I'd said at the spur
of the moment, was all worth it. It was worth its weight in gold for the
look that I now saw on her face. A look of pure unadulterated love that
can only be felt and exhibited by a girl at this tender age. "You bastard..."
I said to myself, shaking my head, hating myself for what I was doing.
One, I was giving a ray of hope to this naive sexy teenage girl, for whom
I'd only lusted to start with; and to add to the complications, her best
friend, Sejal, that innocent busty teenager who was the apex of my
fantasies, had also professed her love for me.
I was dragged back to the present when Jigna tugged at my hands,
making me look at her. Her face was flushed with such joy, that I felt my
heart melt. "You've made me so happy today, bhaiya..." she said with joy,
clinging on to my hands, her head tilted to one side in a lovely seductive
manner. I just smiled at her wanly, and held her hand. Now that she was
appeased for the moment, she was eager to seal the pact with me.
"Bhaiya..." she began earnestly " ... I'm not very smart like you ... but I
understand what you are trying to tell me..." her tone excited. "Mummy
also told me the same thing ... you know mummy is no ... even if I don't
tell her anything ... she knows what's going on in my head..." she
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continued excitedly, pointing with her finger to her temple.

"You know, bhaiya ... she knows that I love you very much ... but she says
that I have to prove that it is not just an infatuation..." speaking faster
now that she was feeling much more comfortable. "So I told her ... I will
prove to you that it is not just infatuation ... and then she said ... it is OK
to feel many things for one person..." Jigna continued, going all over the
place in her excitement.
I just listened to her with a bemused expression on my face, as she
continued "She said she also loves you like her son ... but that doesn't
mean she does not love you in any other manner ... you know ... the other
way..." her eyes twinkling merrily as she tried to suggest what she meant
without actually having to say it.
My head was swimming now, as I tried hard to comprehend what she
was telling me. If I'd understood her right, Kalpana aunty had told her
that she loved me like her son, but also loved me in 'another' way; and
what that 'othe way' was, was for anyone to guess. Try as I may, I couldn't
even begin the fathom the nuances of a mother's relationship with her
daughter.
"Umm ... ok..." I mumbled, not wanting to risk saying anything more.
"So, if mummy can be pappa's wife ... and still love you ... then I can also
be like your sister ... and still love you ... hai na, bhaiya..." she exclaimed,
as if the whole thing had fallen in place in that pretty little head of hers.
"Hmm..." I muttered, smiling at her, relishing the enthusiasm with which
she spoke.
She spoke of 'love' in such pure terms, that it made me cringe to think of
how she'd react if she ever found out that I'd been fucking her mother
behind her back! Dragging me back the present, she continued "And
shall I tell you a secret, bhaiya..." her eyes twinkling, even as her voice
dropped to a conspiratory whisper. "Tell me, baby..." I said, wondering
what new profound secret she'd managed to unearth now.
"First promise me you'll not get angry with me..." she piped, speaking in
a child like tone. Letting out a little laugh, I said "Ok, baby ... I promise..."
Leaning closer to me, giving me a good view into the square cut neck of
her Punjabi churidaar suit, she said "I told Sejal about you..." pausing to
look at my face for reaction.
"Oh..." I responded, the alarm bells beginning to ring in my head again "
... what did you tell her, baby..." my voice failing me now. "Oh, I told her
that I'm in love with you..." she said with pride, beaming with pleasure.
As I swallowed to wet my throat, she continued "And you know what she
said, bhaiya..." her tone full of promise. "What..." I managed to croak,
dreading where this was headed.
"Guess ... guess..." she teased, smiling at me, and beginning to bob up
and down on the chair like an excited little kid again. "Come on, baby ...
tell me..." I pleaded. "She said..." Jigna began, pausing tantalizingly " ...
she said ... that she also loves you..." her eyes wide like she was telling me
the biggest secret in the world.
Seeing the stunned look on my face, she said "Can you believe it,
bhaiya..." her tone incredulous. I was totally confused now, wondering
why on earth was she so cool about coming to know that her best friend
was also besotted with me.
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"Girls..." I muttered to myself under my breath, shaking my head in

disbelief. "I knew you would be super super surprised..." Jigna gushed,
with the excitement of a kid who's just found a secret room full of candy.
"Ohh..." I mumbled " ... you must be joking..." trying my best to keep my
voice steady.
"No, no, bhaiya ... I swear..." she said earnestly, pinching her throat in
the gesture that teenagers used to convey the solemn truth " ... she really
told me that, bhaiya..." trying hard to convince me. "Uhh ... what else did
she say..." I mumbled, furiously praying that Sejal had not spilled all the
beans with her best friend.
"Bloody hell..." I thought inwardly " ... how this girl will hate me if she
ever finds out that not only had I been fucking her mother ... but also had
been fooling around with her best friend..." clenching my fists
inadvertently.
"Oh, she said she fell in love with you the first day she met you, bhaiya ...
and then she fell more in love with you when you took her shopping ...
and then she fell even more in love with you when you took both of us for
the movie..." Jigna continued gaily, relishing being able to share her
secrets with me.
"Uh ... what else..." I urged, hoping she wouldn't start wondering why I
was probing her so much. "Um ... nothing else, bhaiya ... why..." Jigna
replied innocently. "Oh ... and this is supposed to be our secret ok, bhaiya
... please, please don't tell her that I told you this ... ok, bhaiya ...
please..." she pleaded, clutching my hands hard, but not able to suppress
her smile.
"Ok, baby ... I won't..." I replied, hugely relieved that the lovely buxom
Sejal had at least had the sense of not talking about everything that had
transpired between us " ... but I still don't believe it..." smiling as I shook
my head at Jigna. "Oh, you'll see, bhaiya ... you'll see..." Jigna said,
giggling as if she was privy to something that I had no clue about. As the
relief washed over me, I let out a prolonged sigh, and sat back in the
chair.
"Are you bored of my talking now, bhaiya..." Jigna asked, as she watched
me intently. "Oh no, baby ... of course not..." I said with a laugh, as I
stretched myself to release the tension which had been gripping my body
the last few minutes. "Ok..." Jigna said in a small voice, even as she
continued to try to read the expression on my face, and the sudden
change in my demeanor.
Little did she know that all she was seeing was my relief at knowing that
not all the skeletons in my cupboard had been dug up. But I loved her for
these little things, the way she looked at every little change in my
demeanor, with those big beautiful eyes of hers. Deciding it was time to
leave behind all this dangerous emotional talk, I stood up quickly and
moved close to her.
Placing my hand on shoulder, I pressed my pelvis to her shoulder, letting
her get a feel fo the lump that had formed in jeans by now. As her eyes
widened, I said "Now do you believe me, baby ... that I'm not bored..."
smiling down at her suggestively, purposely pressing the stiffness of my
cock through my jeans on her slender yet plump shoulder.
"Ohh, bhaiya..." she sighed, snuggling up closer to me and resting her
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head against my taut belly, even as she wrapped her arm around my hips.
"I missed you, bhaiya..." she whispered, twisting sideways to look up at
me. "I missed you too, baby ... I missed you too..." I replied gently, sliding
my hand down her shoulder into the square neck of her Punjabi dress,
and gently caressing the firm mound of her young ripe teenage breasts
over the cup of her bra.
Her skin felt incredibly hot to touch, and I felt her shiver with excitement
at that. As her fingers dug into my waist, I pulled myself away with effort.
Holding her by her shoulders, I said "Now we better get back to the main
room ... or else your daddy and mummy will start to wonder what we're
up to..." winking at her.
She giggled at that, and nodded her head quickly in understanding. With
that I walked out of the room, even as Jigna busied herself with tidying
up her books. As I entered the living room, I saw that Jatin bhai was
helping himself to yet another drink. Upon seeing me, he bellowed "Ha,
there you are, Jignesh beta ... I was beginning to think Jigna had gotten
you into doing her homework..." letting out a throaty laugh.
His words had begun to slur and I could see that he was tripping on the
Scotch now. At that moment, Kalpana aunty came into the room carrying
plates and spoons, and began arranging them on their old dining table.
As I joined Jatin bhai, refilling my own glass in the process, Jigna joined
her mother and began to help her in laying the table. Soon we all settled
down at the table to eat.
The meal was sumptuous as well as delicious, and I made it a point to
compliment Kalapan aunty on her cooking. The conversation around

dinner ranged from Jatin bhai's business, to Jigna's studies, and Kalpana
aunty's complains that she seldom took any interest in housework. True
to expectations, I sided with the sexy Jigna, much to her pleasure, and
her mother's chagrin, who remarked that I was just spoiling her further.
After finishing his meal, Jatin bhai let out a loud satisfied belch, causing
Jigna to giggle, and Kalpana aunty to go red in the face at her husband's
crudeness. "Lovely food, aunty..." I said to her genuinely, as I wiped my
plate clean. Kalpana aunty just smiled at me fondly, acknowledging my
compliment. "How about some paan, Jignesh bhai... ?" Jatin bhai
announced as he noisily got up from the chair.
"Sure, uncle..." I agreed readily as I too enjoyed having a sweet paan after
a hearty Indian mean. As he stepped out of the house to get paans for all
of us, I helped Kalpana aunty in clearing the dishes. Jigna was back to
her cheerful self, helping Kalpana aunty wash the dishes. "Any other day
if I ask her to help me in the kitchen, she always has some excuse ... but
today look at her ... so much energy..." Kalpana aunty remarked, albeit
lightheartedly.
As I laughed, Jigna retorted "Arre, mummy ... you please make up your
mind ... if I don't help you, you complain ... and now that I'm helping
you, you're still complaining..." I refused to get drawn into this little
mother-daughter dispute, preferring to be a laughing spectator. Once
they had tidied up the kitchen, we all returned to the living room, just as
Jatin bhai returned. We all settled down on their battered old sofa in the
living room, and chatted about things in general. With a few drinks
under my belt, and a hearty meal, I was feeling rather drowsy.
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Seeing me yawn, Jatin bhai said "Why don't you stay back here only
today, beta ... no point going to your house now..." I'd been waiting for
this ever since we finished dinner, but decided to play my part to the hilt
as well. "Oh, it's alright, uncle ... I'll just head home ... I don't want to
inconvenience you all..." I said in response, realizing that both Jigna and
Kalpana aunty were both waiting for my response.
"Arre ... what inconvenience ... why are you being so formal with us,
dikra..." replied Jatin bhai immediately. As I began to protest, he cut me
off by saying to Kalpana aunty "Kyun, Kalpu ... what do you say... ?"
turning to look at her. "Of course ... yeh bhi koi poochhne ki baat hai..."
replied Kalpana aunty " ... you are always welcome to stay in our house,
beta..." turning her gaze to me. I could see Jigna nodding her head
vigorously from behind Kalpana aunty, her eyes urging me to agree
quickly.
With a laugh, I said "Oh, ok then ... but ... I don't have any clothes to
change into..." turning to look at Kalpana aunty. It was Jigna who butted
in, and said "Oh, don't worry bhaiyya ... I'm sure some for Dharmesh's
clothes will fit you ... hai na, mummy... ?" turning to look at her mother.
"Yes, sure ... let me go and get you something to change into, beta..." said
Kalpana aunty, rising from the sofa. "You also change dikri..." she told
Jigna, as she went inside. Beaming at me, Jigna got up and hopped off
after her mother into their bedroom.
Jatin bhai's eyelids were beginning to droop now, and as I spotted him
yawning, I said to him "Why don't you also get some sleep now, uncle ...
you look really tired..." urging him to retire. He seemed to be looking for
an excuse now hit the sack, now that both his belly was full, and readily
accepted.
"Haan ... I think I better do that ... I did a lot of running around today ...
I'm feeling really tired now..." he droned, even as I saw Kalpana aunty
smirk to herself at the mention of all the work he claimed to have done.
Turning to Jigna, he said "And you also go inside soon ... don't trouble
Jignesh bhai too much..." as he hauled his massive girth from the sofa
and stood up.
As he waddled in towards their bedroom, I heard him say to Kalpana
aunty "You also, Kalpu ... finish your work and come inside soon ... let
Jignesh rest..." using my presence as an excuse yet again. "And have a
bath before you come inside..." he added as an afterthought, giving
Kalpana aunty a look that meant to convey something. I saw Kalpana
aunty blush at his remark, made loud enough for all of us to hear.
"Ok..." she muttered to him, even as she glanced at me to check if I'd
heard him. I quickly averted my gaze, and looked at Jigna, who too was
pretending to be looking away. Seeing Jigna standing there doing
nothing, Kalpana aunty snapped at her "Didn't you hear what your father
said ... go inside and change your clothes ... now..." her tone unusually
belligerent. Jigna gave her mother a hurt look, before quickly going into
her room.
We heard the sound of Jigna banging the door behind her. As both Jatin
bhai and Jigna went into their respective rooms, I turned to Kalpana
aunty and asked her "What's the matter, aunty ... you ... you seem
upset..." noticing the way she'd snapped at her daughter for no apparent
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reason. "Nothing, beta..." muttered Kalpana aunty, shaking her head,

and turning her attention to tidying up the mess in the living room.
"Ok, aunty ... but why take it out on her... ?" I persisted, referring to
Jigna. She was silent for a while as she looked at me. Finally, she let out a
sigh, and said "Yes, beta ... you're right ... it's just that sometimes I really
get annoyed with Jatin..." shaking her head in disapproval, refusing to
elaborate further.
"Let me get you something to wear, beta..." she said suddenly, changing
the topic. With that she too went inside, and returned in a few moments,
carrying a pair of neatly folded Berumuda shorts and a t-shirt, which
ostensibly belonged to her son. Handing the clothes to me, she said
"Here, beta ... I hope you find them comfortable..."
As I took the clothes from her, I said to her "Don't worry about me, aunty
... I'll be fine..." She gave me a grateful smile, and said "I'll go have a bath
now, beta ... you please make yourself at home..." As she departed, I
flopped down on the lumpy sofa, and switched on the TV. As I was idly
surfing through the channels, I heard the door of Jigna's room open.
She'd changed into a pair of soft cotton pajamas, and collared boy's t-
shirt, which had definitely seen better days, and seemed to be another
hand-me-down from her brother's wardrobe. She'd washed her face, and
she looked fresh.
As she came in, she asked "Where's mummy, bhaiya..." looking around
for her mother. "She's gone for a bath, Jigna..." I answered her, even as I
checked out her ripe young body in the rather loose fitting night clothes
she wore now. As she saw me checking her out, she smiled knowingly,
and came towards me. I was relaxing comfortably on the sofa, with my
right hand stretched out on the backrest of the sofa.
To my surprise, and pleasure, she came and sat right next to me, so that
her neck was supported by my outstretched right arm. "What are you
watching, bhaiya... ?" she asked casually, even as she made it a point to
slide as close as possible to me, by my side, so that out thighs were
touching.
Handing her the remote of the TV, I replied "Uh, nothing ... I was just
surfing channels..." keeping my voice casual, even though I was thrilled
by the feel of her legs against mine. Even in this unglamorous attire of
her brother's loose collared t-shirt, and a pair of soft cotton pajamas, she
looked absolutely desirable to me. I was so aroused, that I felt my cock
stiffening by just the feel of her thighs touching mine. As she began
surfing channels on the TV, she snuggled up closer to me, resting the
back of her head against my right shoulder.
In that position, I could look down into the open neck of her loose t-shirt,
the buttons of which she had not bothered to close. I could also clearly
make out from the outline of her young ripe breasts under the knit t-shirt
that she had discarded her bra; something that she usually did when she
slept.
As I watched the gentle rise and fall of her pert firm breasts under the t-
shirt, I was tempted to drop my right hand, which was resting on her
shoulder, down towards her chest and squeeze those delectable teenage
tits. It was almost like she sensed my desire, for suddenly, she twisted
her neck sideways and looked up at me. So close was her upturned face
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to me, that I could feel her hot breath on my face.

Looking at me with eyes full of desire, she whispered "I missed you,
bhaiya..." her voice husky. "I missed you too, baby..." I replied in an
equally husky whisper, looking into her large expressive dark eyes.
Without warning, she pushed her face up towards me and kissed me on
my lips. "Ohh, Jigna..." I groaned as I felt her hot lips on mine, and
instinctively parted my lips also to kiss her back.
I heard a soft moan escape her lips as our lips met, and my tongue thrust
into her mouth, lashing against hers, with all my pent up passion. At the
same time, my right hand too instinctively slid down and cupped her
luscious ripe teenage breast through her t-shirt. As my fingers closed
around the firm flesh of her young breasts, I felt her arch her back and
push her chest towards me, almost urging me to fondle her breasts.
She twisted her torso sideways to kiss me better, and at the same time
her hands too slid up my thighs and felt the hardness of my cock which
was now forming a bulge inside my jeans. "Ohh, Jigna ... I missed you so
much..." I whispered even as we kissed ardently, when I felt her hands
squeeze my hardness through the thick fabric of my jeans. I was tempted
to strip her of her night clothes at that very moment and take her, and
the fear of being discovered, as I felt her up right there in their living
room, added an extra thrill to the whole affair.
I felt my hands moving as if with a mind of their own, and my hand
quickly slid into the open neck of her t-shirt, to be rewarded with the feel
of her naked young 32-B breasts under her t-shirt. "Bhaiiyyaaa..." she
hissed through our kiss, as she felt my hand cup the hot flesh of her firm
young tits inside her t-shirt. Her skin felt so hot to touch, that it felt like
her already erect small nipples would burn a hold through my palm.
With difficulty, I pulled my mouth away from hers, even though I let my
hands remain inside her t-shirt, and said to her "Jigna ... your mother
may come in any moment..." my voice hoarse, even as I looked into her
inflamed face, her large wide eyes burning like hot coals. "Uhh..." she
muttered, as she shook her head in acknowledgment, even though I
could see from the expression on her face, that she was as eager for me,
as I was for her.
To Be Continued...
Part -37
Squeezing her fingers around the thick bulge of my cock under my jeans,
she said "Ohh, bhaiya ... now I know you also really missed me..." feeling
the thickness of my cock in her soft hands through the thick jeans.
At that moment, we heard the sound of the bathroom door's bolts being
opened, and Jigna quickly moved away from me, and sat by my side at a
respective distance. She began to casually flip through the channels on
TV again, keeping one eye on the passageway that led to their common
bathroom. As Kalpana aunty emerged from the bathroom, the sight of
her just sent my arousal soaring.
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She had changed into an old bottle-green night gown that was short for
her, and did not reach her ankles; under which she wore a black petticoat
that reached up to her ankles. The towel she had used to wipe herself dry
after her bath was slung on her shoulder, and I was once again drawn to
her huge heavy 38-C breasts under the gown.
I could clearly make out the outline of the old fashioned black bra that
she wore under her gown, which somehow managed to hold together the
girth of her wide heavy breasts. Upon seeing me, she smiled and said
"Beta ... you haven't changed yet... ?" seeing that I still had the clothes
which she'd given me in my lap. I had quickly pulled the pair of shorts
and t-shirt on to my lap to cover the bulge which was clearly visible
through my jeans.
"Umm ... I was just watching TV aunty..." I replied, trying hard to keep
my voice casual; even as Jigna continued to look at the TV, flipping
through the channels idly. "Time to go to bed, Jigna..." Kalpana aunty
announced, as she came into the room. "Oh, mummy ... for some time
only ... please..." Jigna pleaded, trying her best to stay around me for as
long as possible.
"No..." her mother said with finality " ... no TV after 10 pm ... as such
itself you don't get up in the morning..." in her firm motherly tone. "Now
you go inside ... and let Jignesh bhai also rest..." she added, walking
towards Jigna and taking the remote from her hand. Jigna made a face,
and stood up, grumbling to her mother "You never let me watch TV..."
even as she stomped off towards her room.
"Arre ... at least say good night to Jignesh bhai..." her mother
admonished her. "Oh, sorry..." Jigna replied, just as she reached the door
of her room, and added "Good night, bhaiya..." a smile on her face that
just drove me crazy. "Good night, Jigna..." I responded to her with a
smile, even as Kalpana aunty turned back towards me. Before
disappearing into her room, I saw Jigna beckon to me with her hands,
and mouth "Come soon..." silently, a mischevious glint in her eyes.
Once Jigna went into her room, I picked up the remote to switch off TV.
"It's alright, beta ... you can watch TV if you like..." Kalpana aunty said
immediately, smiling at me. "Oh thanks, aunty..." I replied with a smile "
... I hope you don't mind ... I just wanted to watch a football match
tonight..." referring to an EPL match between Man-U and Chelsea that I
wanted to catch up on tonight.
"Of course, beta ... why not..." she replied positively before adding " ... I'll
get you some pillows ... and you can change in the mean time..." smiling
at me in an enigmatic manner. When I smiled my thanks, she went into
the bedroom to fetch some pillows. As she went inside, I quickly stripped
off my jeans and t-shirt, and slipped into the comfortable Bermuda
shorts and t-shirt she'd given me. Just as I'd changed, she re-appeared,
clutching a couple of soft cotton pillows for me.
"Thank you so much, aunty..." I said to her as I took the pillows from her
hand. "Thank you, beta..." she replied, laying stress on the word 'you',
watching me fondly as I placed the pillows against the arm-rest of their
old sofa. When I looked up at her, I felt as if she was looking at me with
longing that she was trying hard to resist.
After a brief moment of awkward silence when we just looked at each
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other, she suddenly asked "Would you like a glass of hot milk, beta... ?"
her voice unusually soft. "Umm ... sure, aunty ... I'd love that..." smiling
back at her warmly. She nodded and quickly went into the kitchen to
fetch me that promised glass of warm sweet milk.
I could only smile at myself, as I wondered how on earth I managed to
land in a situation where both mother and daughter had managed to fall
in love with me, albeit in their own different ways. With a sigh, I plopped
down on the sofa, propping up both the pillows on the arm-rest, and lay
back comfortably, pulling my legs up. I was just searching through the
channels on their TV, searching for ESPN, when she returned into the
living room, carrying a tall glass of warm sweetened milk.
"Here, beta..." she said softly, handing me the cup, as I sat up quickly to
take the glass from her hand. "Mmm ... thanks, aunty ... did you add
some kesar in this... ?" referring to saffron which I could smell in the
milk. "Yes, beta..." she replied with a smile " ... it is good for your health
... it gives you stamina..." as I took the glass from her hand. "Stamina for
what, aunty..." I asked her, a teasing smile on my face.
She blushed violently at that, and the color rushed to her broad dusky
face. She smiled self consciously, but was unable to say anything to that.
"Can you sit here for two minutes with me, aunty..." I asked her in a low
voice, patting the side of the sofa on which I was lying lengthwise. "Of
course, beta..." she answered immediately, her tone embarrassed.
As she sat down on the edge of the sofa, I felt her huge buttocks press
against my hips. Her heavy thighs under that old night gown were
pressing against the side of my chest, and I automatically placed my free

left hand left hand in her lap, on her thighs. She looked at me with what
could only be described as longing, and her eyes were trying to convey
how much she wished we were alone right now.
As I began to caress her heavy thighs through the thin material of her
night gown and the petticoat underneath, she sighed, and her hands
immediately clasped my fingers, pressing my hand on to her thighs.
"Beta..." she whispered softly, as she felt me slide my hand up her thighs,
over her fleshy belly, on to the huge mounds of her breasts that strained
against her night gown. As my hand closed over the huge firm flesh of
her mature 38-C breasts, she closed her eyes, and let out a little shudder
of pleasure.
Her hands too automatically closed over mine, and pressed my palm to
her heavy breasts, as if relishing the feel of them. "Aunty, I wish..." I
whispered huskily, looking at her aroused face intently. "I know, beta ... I
know ... I too wish..." she replied back in a thick whisper, letting her eyes
convey the rest. "Kalpuu..." we suddenly heard Jatin bhai call out aloud
from the bedroom suddenly, startling both of us.
My hands jerked away instantly from her big breasts, and she too almost
jumped up in alarm, as a consequence of which I ended up spilling a bit
of the milk from the glass which I was still holding in my right hand.
"Aayee..." Kalpana aunty called back, her tone both frustrated at
irritated. "I have to go, beta..." she whispered to me, her tone and
expression both conveying the extreme regret she felt.
I just pursed my lips and nodded in understanding, as she stood up and
walked quickly to their bedroom. With a sigh, I gulped down the warm
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milk quickly, and getting up from the sofa, went to switch off the lights in
the living room. Just as I switched off the lights, I heard the sound of
their bedroom door closing.
As I returned to the sofa to lie down again, I could see the light streaming
out from the underside of their door. I was immediately reminded of the
last time I'd spent a night here, and had watched Kalpana aunty satisfy
her husband, my partner in crime being their own teenage daughter, the
sexy Jigna.
I wondered if there would be a repeate performance today, but figured
that it was unlikely since Jatin bhai had enough alcohol inside him today
to put a horse to sleep. "What a pity..." I murmured to myself, as I settled
down to watch the match which had begun by now. As I lay back against
the comfortable pillows, I realized that my cock had lost its stiffness, and
felt the insides of my underwear become sticky with my pre-cum that had
oozed out.
As I began to watch the match, the only source of illumination in the
room the flickering glow of the TV, I wondered whether Jigna had
actually gone to sleep. The door of her bedroom was partly ajar, and I
could see that the lights had been switched off. I was sorely tempted to
sneak up into her room and get into bed with that hot teenager, but
decided it was tempting fate, since it was taking too much of a risk.
But I desperately needed a shag, and thought about peeping through the
cracks in their bedroom door anyways, just to check if there was any
scene of my rocks off with some voyeuristic pleasure tonight. Just as I
was contemplating on what to do, I felt, more than hear, the soft footfalls
of someone tiptoeing towards where I lay on the sofa.
As I jerked my head sideways to see who it was, I was pleasantly
surprised to see that little teenage sweetheart, Jigna, creeping up silently
towards where I lay. Even as she approached me, she had a finger on her
lips, signaling me to be silent. I couldn't help but marvel at how
adventurous this teenager had become ever since I'd gotten close to her.
"Hii bhaiyaa..." she whispered will glee, as she quickly came to where I
lay on the sofa and knelt down in front of me. "Hii, baby..." I whispered
back, pleased that she'd come, but also a little apprehensive about the
whole thing. There was a look of excitement on her face as she asked me
"Why didn't you come inside, bhaiya... ?" her tone agitated.
"But, baby..." I began " ... what if your mummy or pappa come out of
their room..." the concern evident in my voice. "Oh, bhaiya..." she shot
back in a whisper " ... they won't be coming out tonight..." as if chiding a
small child. "How do you know for sure, baby... ?" I asked, not willing to
trust her clouded judgement on this one. Especially after the talk I'd had
about Jigna with Kalpana aunty today, the last thing I wanted to do was
ruin my relationship with this family by doing something stupid right in
their house.
"Oh, bhaiya..." Jigna answered in a somewhat exasperated tone " ... don't
you know why pappa asked mummy to have a bath before she went to
sleep..." as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to have knowny
why. "Uh ... why..." I asked, unable to keep my rising excitement down.
"That's because he wants to do it with mummy today, bhaiya..." her voice
so faint that I had to strain to hear what she said.
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"What... ?" I shot back, not sure of whether I'd heard her right. Gripping
my hand hard as she knelt by my side, and leaning forward to bring her
face close to mine, she said "He wants to do that with her, bhaiya ... don't
you understand ... do it..." her tone both frustrated and embarrassed at
the same time. "Ohh..." was all that I was able to muster, marveling at
how much this young teenage school girl knew about her own parents'
sexual behavior. In hindsight, it all made sense.
The pointed manner in which Jatin bhai had told Kalpana aunty to have
a bath before she came to bed, and the somewhat irritated manner in
which she had responded to that. My cock, which had lost its hardness,
almost stiffened instantly, both at the thought of what would be going on
in their bedroom right now, as well as at how I was having their own
teenage daughter tell me about it.
"You don't believe me no, bhaiya..." Jigna hissed urgently, squeezing my
fingers harder " ... come ... I'll show you..." tugging at my hands to make
me get up. Dumbly, I got up, and followed her as she led me by my hand
towards the door of her parents' bedroom. We silently crept towards
their bedroom door and knelt in front of it. With my heart thudding, I
peered through the tiny crack between the panels of the door.
Although I was mentally prepared on what I would see inside, the sight
inside still made my cock twitch inside those baggy Berumuda shorts.
Jatin bhai lay like a big slobbering king on the bed, with his head
propped up on two pillows and his sleeveless white vest pulled up above
his massive pot belly, even as Kalpana aunty sat by his side, her torso
bent over him, and was sucking on his limp cock!

His fat flabby legs were parted and stretched out on the bed, as his wife,
still fully clothed, bent over him and was trying to suck some life into his
rather small, and not yet erect, cock. There was a battered old 14" TV in
their room, perched on one of the wooden cabinets in their bedroom, and
Jatin bhai was idly surfing through the channels of the TV, the remote in
his left hand, even as he casually fondled Kalpana aunty's huge breasts
through her thin old night gown with his right hand.
"See, bhaiyyaa ... I told you, na..." I heard Jigna whisper fiercely, even as
she peered through one of the cracks in the door, as she squeezed my
hand, which she was still clutching, hard. I was kneeling at the door just
behind Jigna, and I felt my cock become rock hard upon seeing how
excited this teenage girl had got spying on her own parents in their
bedroom.
Through the faint noises from the TV in their bedroom, I heard Jatin
bhai mutter something gruffly to Kalpana aunty without taking his eyes
off the TV, even as he grabbed hold of the bun of her hair and pushed her
head down further on this slowly rising cock, which seemed
disproportionately small when compared to the girth of his massive
flabby body.
I couldn't imagine how a man could be watching TV, when he was having
his cock sucked off. My heart thudding in excitement at what we were
seeing, and what we were doing, I watched on. My heart went out to
Kalpana aunty, at how as a wife, she was duty-bound to satisfy her
husband's carnal desires, without a thought being spared for her own
needs.
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"See, bhaiyya ... pappa's thing is becoming bigger..." I heard the sexy
Jigna whisper, her forehead pressed to the door as she peeped through
the crack. My cock twitched yet again, and by now had formed a tent
inside my Bernuda shorts, when I heard her say this. It turned me on in a
perverse kind of way to hear this barely 17-year old teenage schoolgirl
talk about her father's cock in such a naïve manner.
Since she was kneeling right in front of me with her back to me, I just
wrapped my left hand around her belly from behind, and pulled her
towards me, feeling my rock hard cock press against the small of her
back. As I watched in rapt attention, hearing Jigna's breathing become
faster, I saw that Jatin bhai's pecker was indeed getting bigger. Kalpana
aunty was dutifully sucking in his cock into her mouth, trying her best to
get her husband's cock hard, pressing her lips to the shaft as she bobbed
her head on it.
Her fingers were fondling his balls simultaneously, even as she slid his
rather short and stubby penis out of her mouth, and ran her tongue along
his hairy balls. Mercifully, Jatin bhai's cock had managed to attain some
degree of stiffness by now, and he muttered something to her, which
made her stop sucking on his cock, and straighten.
Getting up from the bed, she began to pull her old worn bottle green
night gown over her head. That's when I realized that he'd probably
instructed her to take off her clothes now. Jatin bhai was hardly even
looking at her, his eyes on the TV, even as he idly stroked his small erect
penis with his fore-finger and thumb. As Kalpana aunty pulled her gown
over her head and dropped it on the floor, I was rewarded by the sight of
her in the black petticoat and black bra underneath.
Yet again, I couldn't help but marvel at how massive her ass was under
the petticoat, and the sheer girth and heaviness of her big 38-C breasts
that covered all of her chest, and seemed to be straining to burst out of
her old-fashioned black bra. So tight was her bra that the flesh bulged out
from the sides of her breasts under the bra-cup, and the thick strap at the
back was pulled up almost towards her shoulder blades. Kalpana aunty's
hair had come undone, and as she reached up behind her head to retie
her hair in a bun, her huge bra-clad breasts were displayed in all their
glory for me.
Then reaching behind her back, Kalpana aunty quickly undid the hooks
of her bra at the back, and slid the bra off her shoulders. As she dropped
the bra on the floor and turned towards Jatin bhai, I was rewarded with
the sight of her incredibly wide and heavy mature breasts. Despite having
seen her bare breasts numerous times before, I still couldn't help but
marvel at the sheer heaviness of them.
They just sat on her broad chest, magnificent in all their glory. At her
age, most womens' breasts sagged considerably. But owning to the sheer
firmness of her her breasts, Kalpana aunty's mature breasts, despite their
sheer size and heaviness, sat firmly on her chest, with just the right
amount of sag. Instinctively, my hands, which were wrapped around
Jigna's belly, slid up, and cupped her firm young breasts through her knit
over-sized t-shirt.
As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her teenage breasts, I heard
a sigh escape her lips, and she instinctively pressed her hands over mine,
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further pressing her young tits into my palm. Jatin bhai just threw a
casual glance at his wife as she sat down once again by his side, now
wearing nothing but her petticoat.
Once again, I heard him mutter something to her, before turning his gaze
once again to the TV. I couldn't, for the world of it, understand how he
could still be interested in watching TV, when he had a magnificent
heavy bodied woman, almost naked, sitting next to him. Without turning
his eyes away from the TV, Jatin bhai just reached out with one thick
grubby paw, and began to roughly fondle Kalpana aunty's heavy mature
breasts, carelessly pinching her thick dark nipples between his thumb
and forefinger.
We watched with rapt attention, as Kalpana aunty reached out for him,
and struggled to push up his vest, that was stretched taut across his huge
flabby torso. Pushing his vest up to reveal his sagging wobbly chest,
which looked more like tits than a man's chest, she quickly bent forward
and began to kiss him on his chest.
Sliding her hand to his crotch again, she took hold of his turgid penis and
began to stroke it with her fingers, even as she began to run her tongue
along his nipples in an attempt to arouse him. My mouth had gone dry by
watching this, and as I watched Kalpana aunty's heavy dangling breasts
mash against her husband's flabby torso, I too quickly pulled my hands
away from Jigna's breasts and slid in under her t-shirt from below.
Her smooth young skin was hot to touch, and as I felt my fingers close
around the incredibly firm flesh of her young teenage 32-B breasts, I
heard a soft sigh escape her lips. "Shhhhh..." I whispered to her, biding
her to be quiet, even as I felt her tender tit-flesh almost burn into my
palms, those tiny nipples of hers, fully erect.
My cock which was jutting out under the loose Bermuda shorts was
pressing against the small of her back, and I noticed that she was biting
her nails subconsciously, aroused both by the scene being played out
inside her parents' bedroom, as well as what my hands were doing to her
tender breasts. Jatin bhai's short stubby penis was hardly big enough for
Kalpana aunt to hold it with her hands, and she was doing her best to
pleasure him by stroking it by holding it just with her thumb and fore
finger.
I was not sure of whether it was on account of the alcohol that he had
inside him or his general lack of interest in his wife, but despite Kalpana
aunty's best efforts, Jatin bhai was definitely having trouble in getting his
cock fully erect. As we watched on, I heard Jigna say something in a
barely audible whisper. Unable to hear what she said, I bent forward till
my chin was resting on her shoulder from behind.
"I said ... pappa does not like mummy ... hai na, bhaiyya..." she repeated,
her voice a faint whisper again. "Why do say that, baby... ?" I asked her,
keeping my voice as low as possible. Mercifully, the TV was on in their
bedoom too, and would hopefully cover our whispering right outside
their door. "Umm ... because..." began Jigna hesitantly " ... because ... his
thing is not becoming big..." she said, her face flushed and her tone
embarrassed.
"Hmm..." I muttered, unable to think of what to say to this sexy teenage
girl, who was my partner in crime in spying on her parents' bedroom
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activities. "Every time, bhaiyya..." Jigna continued " ... it is poor mummy
only who does everything for him..." her voice gaining confidence " ... I
have never seen pappa do anything for her..." she finished, twisting her
neck sideways to look up at my face.
Her face was flushed with excitement, and I could see that there was
genuine sympathy in her eyes for her mother. Each time, this sexy little
teenager gave me nuggets of information like this, I couldn't help but be
amazed at how many little things she noticed. Continuing to gaze into my
eyes, momentarily forgetting what we were doing, she continued "What I
mean is, bhaiyya ... he never does things for her ... like ... like how you do
to me, bhaiyya..." her whispering voice faltering as she uttered the last
few words.
I felt my cock lurch yet again at the conversation this teenage schoolgirl
Jigna was having with me, and swallowing to find my voice, I replied
"Umm ... do you mean to say that your pappa never ... never enters your
mummy... ?" curious to know more. She was silent for a few seconds as if
trying to understand my question, before she shook her head and asked
"You mean ... does he put his thing inside her, bhaiyya... ?" the innocent
tone in which she asked me this question turning me on so much that I
was tempted to grab her and take her right there outside her parents'
bedroom.
Reigning in my arousal, I just nodded my assent. "Oh, that ... yes he does
it sometimes, bhaiyya..." Jigna began, her cute face turning red with
embarrassment " ... sometimes ... after she finishes doing what she is
doing now ... he climbs on her ... and..." faltering and unable to complete,
as she looked at me wide eyed, as if debating whether it was alright to
share all this with me. "And what, baby..." I urged her in a gentle
whisper, giving her shoulder a re-assuring squeeze. Pulling her eyes away
from me, she once again pressed her forehead to the door, peering
through the crack to resume looking at what was going on inside.
"Then he does it to her, bhaiyya..." she whispered in a barely audible
whisper, not looking at me since she was probably too embarrassed to be
discussing these things with me. "Oh, ok..." was all I said in response.
"But, bhaiyya..." she began again " ... I don't think mummy feels nice..."
she continued. Deciding that it was better to let her speak at her own
comfort, I remained silent.
As is searching for words, she continued "I mean ... he is so ... so fat no ...
and ... and ... his thing ... it is small, no ... so..." her words coming in short
unsure bursts " ... and he will just ... move on top of her, bhaiyya ... see,
bhaiyya ... see ... like this..." she breathed suddenly with urgency, tugging
at my hands, even as her eyes were glued to the crack between the door
panels.
Moving quickly, I also pressed my eyes to the crack above her, and what I
saw inside made it amply clear that what Jigna was trying so hard to
describe, was actually being played out now. Kalpana aunty was lying on
her back now, her huge heavy breasts spread out on her chest, and her
petticoat pulled up to bare her mature hairy cunt. Her legs were bent at
the knees, and her thighs were parted, as Jatin bhai, on his knees,
struggled to position his massive girth between her spread thighs.
Ever the dutiful wife, Kalpana aunty was holdig her knees to keep her
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thighs parted for him, even as Jatin bhai positioned himself at her
vagina, holding his somewhat erect short stubby 6" cock. Such was the
size of his massive pot belly that it hung like a sac of flour from his
tummy, and I realized that it would have been impossible for him to
enter her by lying on top of her.
With a grunt, Jatin bhai jerked his hips forward, causing his massive fat
ass to wobble, as he tried to enter her. He was shifting about
uncomfortably on his knees, and I could see that he was having trouble
entering her, even as Kalpana aunty watched him with something like a
patiently resigned expression on her face.
I heard Jatin bhai mutter something in irritation, and saw Kalpana aunty
pull a pillow towards her, and slide it under her massive butt, elevating
her vagina towards him by a few inches. Once again, he tried to enter her,
and this time, by the sound of his grunt, I presumed that he had finally
managed to. Muttering something in a guttural voice, he roughly pushed
up her legs, so that her legs, bent at the knees, were raised in the air.
From the position where we were spying on them, I could not see
whether he had actually entered her or not, as his body prevented us
from viewing that. However, from the way, he started jerking his hips
forward, holding on to her upraised thighs for support, I presumed that
he had, and was not beginning to fuck her with those short staccato
bursts.
His whole body wobbled and shook, as he tried to fuck Kalpana aunty in
that position, and we could clearly hear his grunts now, even through the
sounds of the TV, which was still playin on in their room. Kalpana
aunty's huge mature breasts shook, as he tried his best to fuck her, but he
hardly paid any attention to the rest of her body.
My heart went out for the loving Kalpana aunty, who just lay there
passively, cooperating fully with him, but hardly feeling any pleasure
herself. Jatin bhai shifted uncomfortably on his knees many times, trying
to re-position himself to enter her better, but owing to his impossibly fat
body and rather small cock, it was evident that he was fighting a losing
battle. I wondered how much of his cock was he actually able to put
inside her, and realized that this couldn't be a very satisfying experience
for either one of them.
After trying in vain to fuck her properly, Jatin bhai finally gave a
disgruntled grunt, and pulled away from her. Despite trying to lean on
top of her body, I realized that it would have been near impossible for
him to attain full penetration, since his huge flabby belly came in the
way. We heard Kalpana aunty ask him something in a calm voice, even as
Jatin bhai shook his head angrily, and crawled forward on his knees
towards where he'd originally lain.
His pale skinned relatively small cock, though erect, was not hard, and
dangled weekly at his crotch. As he lay back with his back resting against
the headrest, Kalpana aunty sat up and turned to look at him. "See what I
mean, bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna whisper suddenly " ... poor mummy..."
her voice soft, as she glanced at me.
Nodding my head, I turned my gaze back to the crack at the door. I could
see an expression of frustration and irritation on Jatin bhai's face, at his
inability to even enjoy a good fuck. At that moment, I was sure he was
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cursing his fate, at being so impossibly fat that he could not even perform
well in bed.
We saw Kalpana aunty slide closer to him on the bed, till she too was
sitting with her back to the head rest of the bed. Placing her hand on his
huge belly, she caressed it gently, and asked him something. We heard
him snap at her in response, though we couldn't hear what was being
said. There was a hurt expression in Kalpana aunty's eyes for a second,
which was quickly replaced by one of resignation to this.
I was sure this was something that had happened many times before, and
she was quite used to this. Scowling, Jatin bhai muttered something to
her, in response to which she just nodded silently. She slid down towards
his thighs and once again took his now deflated penis between her
fingers. Lowering her heard towards his crotch, she began to run her
tongue along the slimy length of his short stubby cock, while caressing
the insides of her massive flabby thighs with her hands.
This time, for a change, Jatin bhai was watching her, and his hands were
subconsciously fondling her heavy mature 38-C breasts which were
dangling forward and rubbing against his thighs. The dutiful wife that
Kalpana aunty was, she was doing her best to revive him again, as she
ran his tongue all along his slimy pale skinned cock, and even his hairy
balls below.
As his penis began to come to life again, Kalpana aunty quickly slid it
into her mouth, and began to manipulate it inside her mouth, teasing it
with her tongue, and sucking on it at the same time. As Jatin bhai
watched on impassively, Kalpana aunty went about her job of sucking his
cock to erection. After some time, I could see that Jatin bhai's cock had
almost regained its full erection, even though it was still far from being
hard enough.
Grabbing Kalpana aunty's head by the bun of her hair, Jatin bhai roughly
pushed her mouth on to his cock, urging her to suck on him harder. My
heart went out to Kalpana aunty, as the poor loving woman began to bob
her head up and down, doing her best to suck on him harder. Owing to
the short length of Jatin bhai's cock, it was not very difficult for Kalpana
aunty to take it fully into her mouth. She did that repeatedly, till she
heard Jatin bhai give another throaty grunt, and grab hold of the bun of
her hair again.
Pulling his rather small cock out of her mouth, she held it in her mouth
such that only the swollen tip of his cock was in her mouth, as she began
to expertly stroke his cock simultaneously with her thumb and two
fingers. I could see that she was swirling her tongue around his cock
head, which now had mercifully come out of it's foreskin, even as she
began to rapidly stroke his cock with her fingers.
Jatin bhai leaned back against the pillows resting against the head rest of
the bed, as his thighs began to quiver. He was trying to lift his hips off the
bed, as his cock finally got ready to spew forth its load. Suddenly, he gave
a rather loud grunt, and his entire fat flabby body quivered and jerked.
He threw his head back and grabbed hold of Kalpana aunty's head by the
bun of her hair, and thrust her mouth down on his cock roughly.
By his convulsions, I could make out that he was coming, and what drove
me mad was that he had made no attempt to pull his cock out of his
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wife's mouth before he came. To my utter amazement, the loving

Kalpana aunty continued to suck and stroke his cock, even as he came,
unable to pull her mouth away since her husband was roughly holding
her face in place. After giving a few more convulsive jerks, Jatin bhai let
go off Kalpana aunty's hair and fell back against the pillows.
At the same time, I saw Kalpana aunty also straighten, her hand clamped
across her mouth, to prevent the semen which her husband and
ejaculated into her mouth, from dribbling out. Holding her mouth, she
clambered off the bed and quickly moved to the attached bathroom in
their bedroom. As we heard her turn on the tap in the wash basin and
spit his semen out of her mouth, I whispered to Jigna "Baby, let's go..."
starting to pull her by her arm.
"No wait, bhaiya..." she replied, shaking her head urgently at me, and
pulling me back by my hand. "Wait and see, bhaiyya..." she urged, once
again pressing her face to the crack. I was scared that either Jatin bhai or
Kalpana aunty may decide to come out of their bedroom, and we would
be caught. But the assurance with which Jigna asked me to stay on, gave
me some courage, and I too resumed my spot at the other crack in the
door.
Jatin bhai had not even bothered to cover himself up, and had simply
rolled over to one side, and seemed to have gone off to sleep. Soon we
saw Kalpana aunty re-enter the bedroom, wiping her face with a towel.
Seeing Jatin bhai already snoring, his mammoth flabby body rising and
falling, she gave another resigned shake of her head.
As she dropped the towel on a chair, and walked towards the bed, I
couldn't help but admire yet again, how firm her mature heavy body was,
and how her big 38-C breasts sat on her chest with barely a hint of sag,
and shook delectably as she walked. With a deep sigh, she sat down
heavily on the bed, resting her back against a pillow that she propped up
against the headrest of the bed, and idly picked up the remote of the TV.
Dropping the remote on the bed, Kalpana aunty pulled up her knees
towards her bosom, and buried her face on her knees. "Poor mummy..." I
heard Jigna whisper, the sadness in her voice clearly evident. My
thoughts echoed hers, and I just pursed my lips. She sat there in that
position with her head buried in her knees for a long time, and my heart
went out to this loving woman, who did everything that was expected of a
good traditional wife.
Finally, she raised her head, and we could see that her eyes were red.
Blowing her nose into the towel which lay nearby, she reached out for a
sheet and covered her slob of a husband's sleeping body with the sheet.
Picking up the remote of the TV, threw one last glance at her snoring
husband, before beginning to idly surf through the channels on the TV.
Just watching her sitting like that on the bed, clad only in her black
petticoat, her large mature and heavy breasts bared, was enough to make
my cock twitch.
As she watched TV, the remote in her right hand, her left hand idly
moved along her belly and began to caress her own heavy breasts. As I
watched Kalpana aunty deep in some thought, subconsciously caressing
her own breasts as she watched TV, I heard Jigna say in a small whisper
"Mummy takes care of every one in the house ... but there is no one to
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take care of her, bhaiyya..." her eyes still on the crack at the door.
My attention was drawn to what Jigna has just said, and I wondered if
she meant what I was thinking. "Will my husband be also like this with
me, bhaiyya... ?" she asked in a small voice, turning to look up at me. "Of
course not, baby..." I said to her in a reassuring whisper, squeezing her
shoulder as I said that " ... you'll find someone who'll take care of all your
needs..." giving her my best smile.
"Like you, bhaiyya... ?" she asked me in a small voice, those large black
eyes of hers gazing intently into mine. "Yes, baby ... like me..." I replied in
a whisper, reaching down to caress her pretty dark face. She kept looking
into my eyes, as if in deep thought, before saying "Bhaiyya ... you're
taking care of me and pappa..." biting her lips as she said that " ... and
mummy loves you so much ... then..." her voice faltering.
I waited with baited breath at where she was heading, and my breath
caught in my throat as she finally continued " ... then ... why don't you ...
why don't you help mummy also, bhaiyya ... why don't you take care of
mummy also..." the last few words coming out in a flurry. I felt a hot
surge of current course through my veins as I heard this sexy 16-year old
teenage school girl say this.
Seeing the look on my face, a nervous expression came to her face too.
My mind was in a tizzy, unable to figure out how to respond to her, even
as she bit her lips and looked at me apprehensively, realizing she had
probably said something she should not have. But the lovely, innocent
girl that she was, I knew that she only meant it out of love for her mother,
and her unwavering faith in me.

"I'm sorry, bhaiyya..." she mumbled, as she saw my face cloud over. Little
did she realize that what she was wishing for, was already something I
was fulfilling behind her back. I was consumed with a strange feeling of
guilt and lust, unable to figure out whether this was good or bad.
"I'm sorry, bhaiyya..." she repeated, jolting me out of my reverie " ... I
shouldn't have said that..." her tone apologetic suddenly. "I know it is not
possible for you to feel that way about mummy..." she said in a mumbling
whisper, further aggravating my agony. "Oh Jignesh, you bastard..." I
thought to myself, wishing this wonderful sexy teenager would stop
tormenting me.
Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on her shoulder, and whispered
"It's not that, baby ... you know I love your mummy ... she's the most
wonderful human being I've come across so far in my life..." relieved that
at least this part of what I was saying was the truth. "It's just that ...
umm..." I continued, faltering " ... umm ... you ... we ... don't know how
your mummy feels about these things..." finally finding my voice.
"So ... maybe ... it's not right for us ... you and me ... to think about these
things ... let alone decide what she wants..." I said in a controlled calm
voice, trying my best to keep the tremor out of my voice. I was still trying
to come to terms with the fact that here was a barely legal teenager,
suggesting to me that I should look at satisfying her mother's sexual
needs. "Don't you think so, baby... ?" I asked her in a low whisper, forcing
a benign smile on my face.
She appeared to be thoughtful for a moment, before her expression
relaxed. Letting out a little sigh, she said "Yes ... maybe you are right,
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bhaiyya..." though her tone did not seem very convincing. After a pause,
she added "But, bhaiyya ... if mummy ever approaches you ... umm ... for
taking care of her ... umm ... you'll not refuse her na, bhaiyya... ?" as she
clutched my hands and looked into my eyes with those big dark eyes of
hers.
"You'll not say no to her na, bhaiyya ... because she's ... umm ... old ... and
... fat... ?" the sexy teenage girl asked me again, making my mouth go dry.
Clearing my throat, I swallowed, before saying "No, baby ... I won't ... I
promise you, I won't say no to her..." my voice a barely audible whisper.
Her face brightened up at that, and I felt yet another surge of guilt course
through me, as I thought of what she'd think of me if she knew how much
I lusted for her mother.
"I knew you wouldn't, bhaiyya ... I knew..." she replied in a fierce
whisper, clutching my hand hard, an excited and pleased smile on her
face. On an instinct, she pulled me towards her, and kissed me full on the
lips, pressing her hot young body to mine. "I love you, bhaiyya..." she
whispered fiercely, clinging on to me. "I love you too, baby..." I said to
her with deep regret, feeling thoroughly disgusted with myself.
Suddenly we heard the scraping sound of a chair being pushed from
inside the bedroom, and both of us darted to peep through the crack
again. I saw that Kalpana aunty had gotten up from the bed, and was
putting on her gown. "Go, baby ... go..." I hissed at Jigna urgently, pulling
her away from the door. In a flash, Jigna had raced away into her room,
and I ran back to the living room and jumped into the sofa, grabbing
hold of the TV remote.

My heart thudding, I lay down on the couch, thrusting the pillows under
my head, and began to pretend to be watching the football match on TV,
even as I heard the sound of Kalpana aunty's bedroom door opening. I
waited with bated breath, wondering what had made Kalpana aunty
come out of her room. I kept my eyes glued on the TV, the living room
dark except for the flickering light from the screen of the TV.
I heard the soft, guarded footfalls of Kalpana aunty coming out of the
bedroom, and walking into the living room. Since the passageway to the
living room was behind my head, I could not see her, but I could clearly
feel her presence at the doorway. She seemed to have paused at the
doorway, as if checking up on me. Then I felt her silently come up
towards me on the couch, and just as she reached the armrest of the sofa,
against which I was resting my head, I heard her whisper "Beta..."
Pretending to be startled, I jerked my head up, with an exclamation of
"Ohh..." even as I began to sit up. "Oh sorry, beta..." she whispered " ...
don't get up ... I just came to ... uhh ... see if you were asleep ... and I
heard the TV ... so I thought I'd come and switch it off ... if you were
asleep, that is..." she mumbled hastily, as if trying to explain to me why
she had come here.
She was standing there in front of me, even as I lay on the sofa, and I
could clearly see the outline of her upper body through her thin worn
night gown, as the flickering light from the TV screen faintly illuminated
her body from behind. "Uh ... sorry if the TV disturbed you, aunty..." I
mumbled, dry mouthed, my heart beating faster, since I had been up to
something behind her back only a few moments ago. "I'll switch off the
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TV, aunty..." I continued, reaching for the remote.

"No, no, beta..." she said immediately, leaning forward to quickly touch
my arm " ... don't worry, beta ... the TV is not disturbing me in any
way..." her voice soft, as she smiled at me warmly. "Are you sure, aunty...
?" I persisted, desperately trying to think of something to talk to her. I
had not expected her to come out of her bedroom tonight, and was just
not prepared for her.
To Be Continued...
Part - 38
As she stood there, leaning forward, her left hand resting on her knee,
and her right hand touching my arm, I could see how her heavy
magnificent breasts dangled forward enticingly under her thin night
gown, free of the confines of a bra. There was an awkward silence
between us for a moment, before she glanced at the TV and asked "So
you also like football, is it, beta... ?" smiling as she attempted to strike up
a conversation.
"Umm ... yes, aunty..." relieved to have found something to talk about.
"Dharmesh is also crazy about football..." she said fondly, albeit in a low
voice, referring to her son, who was living in a hostel in a city a few hours
from outs, and studying in college there. It was quite awkward for me to
be lying there, while she stood there, leaning forward.
Since she did not seem to be giving any indication of leaving, I said to her
"Why don't you sit here for a while, aunty..." pushing myself towards the
back rest of the sofa, and patting the edge of the sofa where I'd created
some space. "Oh no, it's ok, beta..." she replied quickly in a soft voice " ...
I don't want to disturb you ... I know how much you are into football..."
giving me a smile, as she began to straighten up.
Even as she straightened, she just stood there awkwardly, her eyes
alternating between me and the TV, as if torn between two opposing
ideas. Deciding that she couldn't have come to me just to check up on
me, and recollecting what had transpired in their bedroom only a few
moments back, I reached out and took her hand in mine. Squeezing her
hand gently, I said to her in a soft whisper "Aunty ... the match I can
watch some other time also ... why don't you sit here with me for a
while..." looking into her face, before finishing " ... unless, of course, you
want to go to sleep now..."
The bout of fear which had seized me, when she had unexpectedly come
out of her room, had passed, and now I was sure that she'd come out
because she wanted to be with me. "Actually, beta ... I was not getting
sleep ... that's why I came..." she said with an emabarrassed smile, even
as she took a step forward, and sat down next to my hips, on the side of
the sofa where I had created room for her.
My cock, which had been sporting a hard-on for last hour or so now, gave
an encouraging jerk, as I felt her massive hips and buttocks press against
my thighs. As I watched silently, she rested her left arm on my abdomen,
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causing her elbow to brush against the bulging rigidity of my cock under
the Berumda shorts. I was sure she noticed the feel of my hardness
against her elbow, for she looked into my eyes with a strange kind of
look.
"Beta..." she began uncertainly, her voice barely audible, before shaking
her head, unable to continue. "Yes, aunty..." I urged her in a low voice,
placing my palm on hers, which was resting on my abdomen. "Umm,
nothing..." she said in a low voice, dropping her gaze, and shaking her
head, as if unsure of what she wanted, and what she was doing. While I
was tempted to pull her towards me, and take her, I was aware of the fact
that her own daughter, the sexy Jigna, was probably very much awake.
Despite how badly I wanted to take her now, partly to satisfy my raging
lust, and partly to give some satisfaction to this loving dutiful housewife
and mother, I just could not afford to take the risk of being caught doing
something like this with her mother. Despite all that Jigna had said
naively about me taking care of her mother's needs, I didn't think she'd
ever be able to digest seeing me fucking her own mother.
Not only would it disgust her, but considering how much she seemed to
be besotted with me now, it would probably break her heart too. And no
matter how heartless and horny a bastard I was, I just couldn't do that to
that sweet sexy teenage girl. Just as my mind was grappling with these
thoughts, without warning, Kalpana aunty gave a little sigh and bending
forward suddenly cupped my face in her hands and kissed me fiercely on
the lips.
Caught unawares by her sudden display of pent up passion, it took me a

moment to react. As the alarm bells began to ring in my head, I still
found myself wrapping my arms around her broad back, and pulling her
to me, kissing her back passionately, thrusting my tongue into her
mouth, even as my cock stiffened considerably at the feel of those
magnificent heavy mature breasts of hers pressing against my muscular
torso.
"Ohh, beta..." I heard her moan in a fierce whisper, even as she kissed me
passionately, her hands tugging at my hair. She pulled herself away
suddenly, a strange expression on her face, battling with her own
arousal, as well as the feelings of guilt too which was consuming her. I
watched her massive bosom heave under the thin night gown, as she was
breathing heavily. Instinctively, my hand reached out and cupped her
magnificent heavy womanly breasts through the thin gown, once again
marveling at the sheer heaviness and firmness of those mature 38-C
breasts.
It never ceased to amaze me how firm her breasts were, even at her age.
"Ohh, my dear beta..." she sighed helplessly, placing her own hand over
my palm, and pressing my hand to her breasts, even as she bit her lips,
and looked at me with an expression of unadulterated love, arousal, and
regret. I was beside myself with lust now, and my hand automatically
went towards my cock which was raging hard inside the loose Bermuda
shorts she'd lent me to wear for the night.
As I squeezed my cock through the shorts, she noticed it. "I know, beta ...
I know..." she whispered, nodding her head in understanding, as if trying
to convey to me that she could understand how I felt, even as she reached
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out with her left hand and placed it over the bulge inside my shorts,
squeezing it gently.
We sat there in that position for a few moments, with her holding my left
hand pressed to her massive breasts through the gown, and with her left
hand pressing the rigid shaft of my cock through my shorts, looking at
each others face with an expression of helpless desire, our hearts racing.
Shaking her head suddenly, as if coming out of her own reveries, she let
go off my hand which she was holding pressed to her breasts, and began
to hastily fumble with the button of my Bermuda shorts, trying to open it.
"Auntiee..." I whispered urgently, grabbing hold of her fumbling hands,
and as she glanced at me, I continued " ... what if Uncle wakes up..." my
voice barely a whisper. She shook her head firmly, and with an
expression of ill concealed contempt, said "I'll be surprised if he even
wakes up if there's an earthquake..." before turning to look into my eyes
again.
Seeing the concerned expression on my face, she reached out to caress
my cheeks gently, and with a smile said "Don't worry, beta ... he will not
get up ... more so after drinking tonight..." her voice tender. "But what
about Jigna, aunty..." I continued, still mortified at the thought of me
being caught in a compromising position with her. After all, Jigna was
the one who had a habit of peeping into her parents' bedroom. And
knowing her, I was sure that she would make an attempt to come to me,
if I didn't go to her room soon.
At the mention of her daughter's name, Kalpana aunty paused for a
moment, and seemed to be thinking. I saw her glance at the passageway

that led to their bedrooms, as if trying to arrive at some conclusion.
"Uh..." she began her voice unsure " ... I think she will be fast asleep too,
beta..." not sounding convincing at all. I wish I was not faced with this
kind of a predicament.
On the one hand, I desperately wanted to take the loving buxom Kalpana
aunty; while on the other hand, I was dying to creep up to her teenage
daughter Jigna's room, and get under the sheets with her, to enjoy her
ripe young tender body, for which I'd been craving since morning today.
"That's the price you pay for fooling around with everyone, you
bastard..." I heard my inner voice say to me.
My mental turmoil was interrupted suddenly by the feel of her hand on
my throbbing cock once again, through the thick fabric of the borrowed
Bermuda shorts. "Ohh, beta ... you're ... you're so hard..." she said with
such fondness and arousal, that my cock gave one more appreciative jerk.
Genty caressing my throbbing cock through the shorts, she looked into
my eyes tenderly and asked "Were you missing me, beta ... were you
missing your Kalpu aunty... ?" her thick lips quivering. "Yes, aunty ...
yess..." I found myself answering in a hoarse whisper, placing my hand
over hers and pressing them further to my tortured cock.
"Then let me just take care of him, beta..." she whispered in a low voice "
... after that ... after that ... I'll leave..." her eyes gazing fondly at mine,
even as she squeezed my cock through the shorts again. My throat was
dry, and I could only gaze at her dumby. "Ok, beta... ?" she asked me
again tenderly, giving me an understanding smile. This is what I loved
this wonderful woman for.
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Despite her own desires not being fulfilled, here she was, feeling almost
dutibound to take care of me. My breath had caught in my throat, and I
was only able to nod dumbly. With a tender smile, she began to slowly
open the single button at the waist of my Bermuda shorts, and gently slid
down the zip of the fly. As the fly came undone, my hard cock sprang out
like an angry snake, slapping against my belly, the tip swollen like a
mushroom. "Ohh, beta ... you're so big..." I heard her whisper almost to
herself, as her eyes were drawn to my hard cock.
Due to my sustained erection, liberal amounts of pre-cum had oozed out
of the slit of my cock, and as a consequence, the tip of my cock was wet
and sticky. As she gingerly took hold of my hard throbbing cock in her
thick pudgy hands, I heard her repeat to herself again "You're so big..." I
realized how appealing she would be finding a cock like mine, which even
though was average sized, was quite thick, and far bigger than the puny
cock of her fat slob of a husband.
Gazing at my cock lovingly, which shimmered in the flickering lights
from the TV, she began to bend forward to take my cock into her mouth,
when I caught her arm and tugged at it. As she paused midway and
looked at me, I said "Aunty ... I want to ... umm ... your ... your breasts
first..." my voice a croaking whisper. At this, a kind smile lit up her face,
as she nodded and sat up again. In the faint light which came from the
TV, I could see that her gown was not the type which had any buttons at
the neck.
As a consequence, there was no way I could have access to her breasts
through the neck of her gown. Even as I watched, she stood up quickly,
and began to pull up her gown over her neck. I watched, mesmerized, as
the loving Kalpana aunty took off her gown for me, just as she had done
for her husband a while back in their bedroom. In the flickering light
from the TV in the otherwise dark room, her mature heavy yet firm 38-C
breasts looked even more mouth watering to me.
Dropping the gown on the floor, she sat down by my side once again,
those heavy breasts swaying erotically in front of me. Even as I licked my
lips inadvertently, and gazed at her marvelous breasts, capped by those
thick dark brown nipples, and those reasonably large brown areolas
capping them, I couldn't help but think about what would happen if
Jigna were to spot us in this compromising position.
Even before I could dispel those worrying thoughts from my head,
Kalpana aunty slid closer to me, and resting her hand on my muscular
chest, dangled her magnificent heavy breasts in front of my face. "Here,
beta..." she murmured in a soft whisper, looking into my eyes with a
loving expression on her face. With a soft groan, I reached out to cup one
of her heavy dangling breasts in my hand, even as I raised my head and
clamped my mouth on the other one.
A soft cry of pleasure escaped her lips, as she felt both my hands on
mouth on her breasts, and her hand instinctively wrapped around my
heard, cradling my face to her breasts. "Ohhh, betaaaa..." I heard her hiss
in a thick voice, as her hands slid down to my pelvis, and once again took
hold of my rigid shaft. As I began to squeeze her left breast, even as I
began to lick the erect nipple of the other one, her hand began to stroke
my hard throbbing wet-tipped cock gently.
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With so much pent up arousal inside me, I went berserk on her breasts,
mauling on them, and sucking on them like a maniac, eliciting soft
moans of pleasure from her. With any other woman, I'd have suspected
them of faking such arousal, but with Kalpana aunty, I knew that she was
genuinely loving it, for her husband never paid so much attention to her
breasts.
Her hands were continuously stroking my hard throbbing cock now,
pulling down my foreskin completely, to bare the blood-gorged swollen
helmet-shaped tip of my cock. After having my fill of her breasts for the
moment, I let my head drop back on the pillow, as both of us just gazed
into each other's eyes, as she just continued to stroke my cock gently, her
magnificent bosom shaking as her hands moved on my cock.
As I watched her sitting there bare-breasted by my side, clad only in her
black petticoat, her hair tied in a bun behind her head, she reached out
and placed her free left hand on the other side of my hip. Leaning
sideways, as she continued to look at me, she brought her face close to
my rock hard slimy cock, even as she continued to stroke it gently.
Closing her eyes, she allowed my cock to rub against her face, as if
relishing the feel of my hard cock on her cheeks. My hips jerked upwards
in a spontaneous gesture, wanting her to take my cock into her mouth
now. Understanding my urgency, she turned her mouth towards my
cock, and quite simply, took it into her mouth.
Crazed by the sudden manner in which she'd taken my cock into her
mouth, I let out a tiny guttural cry of "Auntieee..." as I arched my back,
lifting my hips off the bed, and threw my head back on the pillow.
Engulfed by the immensely arousing sensation of her wet warm mouth
on my cock, her tongue lovingly licking the swollen tip of my cock inside
her mouth, I found myself arching my neck backwards, pushing the back
of my head beyond the edge of the armrest of the sofa.
In that position, when I had thrown my head back and arched my neck
backwards, I saw something in my upturned field of vision that nearly
caused my heart to stop beating. Framed in the doorway, in the faint blue
& red flickering lights of the TV, was the unmistakable form of Jigna!
My entire body went rigid, and my heart literally leapt into my mouth, as
I blinked my eyes a couple of times to make sure if it was not just a work
of my imagination. There was no mistaking it. It was Jigna who stood
there watching us, at the frame of the doorway, one hand clutching the
frame, while the other hand was in her mouth, ostensibly biting her nails.
Kalpana aunty might have sensed something amiss, for she too paused
sucking on my cock, and looked up at me.
Seeing where I was looking, she too turned her gaze to the doorway, and
when she saw what I had seen, a little cry of fear and alarm, escaped her
lips, as her hands too flew to her mouth. I was stunned numb for a
moment, and found myself saying in a hoarse croak "Jigna..." to myself,
Kalpana aunty, and perhaps her too.
"Oh my God ... oh my God..." I heard Kalpana aunty cry to herself in
alarm, sliding down the sofa and slumping down on the floor besides the
sofa, fumbling for her gown which she had dropped on the floor.
Grabbing hold of the discarded gown, she pulled it towards her chest, in
an attempt to cover her nudity, and more so, her utter shame and
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mortification at being caught by her own daughter, sucking off her

neighbor's young son. I heard a little sob escape her lips, as she buried
her face in the gown, which she was clutching in her hands.
At that moment, I so desperately wished that the ground would open up
and swallow me, sparing me the ignominy of this sexy lovely teenage girl
finding me indulging in sexual acts with her own mother. I sat up slowly
on the couch, and turned to look at her again, my movements in slow
motion. For some strange inexplicable reason, my cock still remained
rock hard, quivering like some angry snake, from which a bowl of milk
had just been snatched away.
Pulling my t-shirt down in a vain attempt to cover my erection, I looked
at Jigna. She seemed to be frozen to her spot, and finally when Kalpana
aunty raised her head from her gown, I saw her move. Slowly, her form,
still clad in that oversized t-shirt and the pajama, separated from the
frame of the doorway, and to my utter shock, began to walk towards us.
Both I and Kalpana aunty just gazed at her, our voices and breath frozen
in our throats, as Jigna slowly walked towards her.
As she came closer, in the flickering light of the TV, I saw that there was a
curious, almost unreadable, expression on her face. I was expecting
shock, anger, disgust, hatred, betrayal and what not to be clouding her
face, but she had an almost calm, understanding, though somewhat
confused look in her eyes. She came forward silently and just knelt down
on the floor besides her mother. With a little sob, Kalpana aunty once
again buried her face in the gown that she was still clutching to her chest.
Worldlessly, Jigna reached out to place her hand gently on her mother's
bare shoulder, even as she turned to look at me, her expression still
unreadable, and placed her other hand on my bare knee. "Jigna ... I'm..."
I found myself beginning to mumble, her voice sounding like it was
coming from somewhere far away. Kalpana aunty was still unable to get
herself to look at her daughter, and throwing a glace at her mother, Jigna
turned to me again.
Then to my stunned disbelief, she squeezed my knee, and said softly
"Bhaiyya ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I was spying on you like this..." her
voice barely audible. I was not sure whether I'd heard her right, but
before I could ask, she turned to her mother, and repeated the same
thing "Mummy ... I'm ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... I should not have..."
letting her sentence unfinished. Kalpana aunty's face jerked up from her
hands, and as she looked in wide eyed disbelief at her daughter, I saw
that her eyes were red from tears.
Through quivering lips, Kalpana aunty said "Oh, beti ... oh, beti ... I'm ...
I'm so ... so sorry ... so sorry..." repeating herself over and over again,
even as the tears began to flow down her cheeks, as her lips quivered and
she shook her head from side to side. I was going out of my mind now at
what was going on. Far from screaming at each other, and throwing
tantrums, here was every one apologizing to each other.
With a groan, I clutched my head, and buried my face in my hands,
resting my elbows on my knees. If there ever was a royal screw-up by me,
this one took the cake. "Mummy ... it's ok ... it's ok..." I heard Jigna say in
a soft whisper to her mother, reaching out to wrap her left arm around
her mother's bare shouder in an almost motherly way. It was strange to
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see a teenage girl, comforting her own mother in this way.

Seeing me sitting there, with my head buried in my palms, feeling like a
total jerk, Jigna reached out for me with her other hand, and placed it on
my knee. Despite this absolutely sickening situation that I found myself
in, I found my cock respond to Jigna's touch, still unexplicably hard, and
giving a little lurch. "Bhaiyyya ... look at me, please..." I heard her
whisper, squeezing my knee.
Kalpana aunty had managed to get some semblance of control over
herself, and was now wiping her tear-streaked face with her gown, still
trying her best to cover her breasts with the gown. Still keeping her left
arm across her mother's shoulder, Jigna said to me "Bhaiyya ... I know
that mummy loves you..." her voice an urgent whisper. Seeing that
dumbfounded expression on my face, she turned to her mother, and said
"Mummy ... mummy ... look at me please..."
When Kalpana aunty raised her head, her face flushed, and her lips
quivering, Jigna repeated "Mummy ... I know that you love Jignesh
bhaiyya ... and I know that he loves you too ... so it's ok ... it's ok..." trying
to reassure her mother, to my completely stunned disbelief. I couldn't
even begin to imagine, how this teenage girl could be so magnanimous,
and how she could look at things with such maturity beyond her age.
Forcing a smile on her lips, Jigna said to her mother "Mummy ... first I
didn't know what I was feeling ... but now I know..." pausing for a
moment. Turning to look at my face, an almost wise and benign look on
her face, Jigna continued "After seeing you with Jignesh bhaiyya,
mummy ... now I know that ... that what I also feel for him ... is love..."
gazing at me even though the words were addressed to her mother.
Pulling her gaze away from my dazed face, she turned to her mother and
repeated "Just like you ... I also love Jignesh bhaiiya, mummy ... I also
love him..." the last four words spoken with a certain degree of finality to
it. "I know, beti ... I know..." I heard Kalpana aunty, her voice broken, as
she struggled to regain her composure. I sat there, like a fish out of
water, desperately trying to figure out how a woman's brains functioned,
even as both mother and daughter, knelt there on the floor, looking at
me, as if seeking some direction from me.
"Mummy..." Jigna began again, her gaze alternating between me and her
mother " ... I know that Jignesh bhaiyya is like my brother ... just like for
you he is like your son..." speaking slowly as if choosing her words
carefully. "But still ... you only said no mummy ... that it is possible to
love a person in more than one way..." turning to look at her mother.
As Kalpana aunty gazed at her own daughter, as surprised as I was at the
surprising maturity she was displaying, Jigna continued "So, mummy ...
why can't it be the same with me ... isn't it possible for me also to love
Jignesh bhaiyya in a different way ... just like you do..." her expression a
plaintive plea, her beautiful wide eyes looking into her mother's eyes.
Kalpana aunty just looked at her daughter silently for a while, before
blinking, and swallowing. "Yes, beti ... you're right..." she finally said, her
voice still husky from crying. "You're right..." she repeated, turning her
gaze to me, a helpless yet understanding expression on her face.
Strangely enough, Kalpana aunty was looking at me, as if waiting for me
say something. When she saw the confused look on my face, she
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managed a weak smile, and said "But, it's also important to know if
Jignesh loves you, isn't it, beti... ?" the statement directed to her
daughter but her gaze on me.
My mind was racing trying to comprehend, what these two women were
trying to say. On the one hand, I was beginning to see the outlines of a
pattern in what Jigna was trying to achieve. She was trying to use this
situation to officially get her mother's concurrence on having a 'different'
kind of relationship with me, apart from the society-enforced 'brother-
sister' relation we were supposed to have. That much made sense.
But on the other hand, I was not able to figure out what Kalpana aunty
was trying to achieve by asking me in front of her daughter, what I
thought about her her daughter. Didn't she already know that I was fond
of her? I wondered if she was just trying to test me. Or perhaps she just
wanted me to give her daughter the reassurance that her affections and
feelings were not misplaced on me; especially in light of the fact that I
and Kalpana aunty had been caught in a position, where the kind of
relationship we shared was now plainly visible to her daughter.
That's when I realized what she was thinking. Jigna now knew what was
the kind of relationship that I had with her mother; but Kalpana aunty
had no idea about the real nature of my relationship with Jigna! She had
no idea that I was already so deeply involved physically with her
daughter; and therefore, she was just trying to get me to reassure her
daughter; by getting me to acknowledge that I shared the same kind of
liking for Jigna too. That way, Kalpana aunty could not only make her
daughter happier, but also in some way assuage her own guilt.
As mother and daughter sat their on the floor, looking up at me
expectantly, I heard Jigna blink her large beautiful dark eyes, and ask in
a barely audible whisper "Bhaiyya ... what mummy is asking is ... do you
... uhh ... do you also love me... ?" The manner in which she asked this, so
full of hope, and so full of trust, that my heart went out to her. I saw
Kalpana aunty give me a reassuring kind of smile, and nod her head
imperceptibly, as if giving me her tacit approval to say yes.
"Yes, Jigna ... I do..." I managed to croak, my own voice failing me. After
all, how many times in your life did one express love for a teenage girl,
knowing fully when the sexual connotations it involved, and right in
front of her own mother? "Oh, bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna exclaim, as she
jumped up and came into my arms. Embarrassed, I embraced her rather
tentatively, unable to ignore the feel of her ripe young teenage body,
press against mine.
Over her shoulders, I glanced at Kalpana aunty, who to my big relief, and
immense joy, nodded her head in assent, and smiled at me reassuringly.
"I love you, bhaiiya..." I head Jigna whisper fiercely into my ears, even as
she clung on to me. I was wearing only my t-shirt, and my exposed cock,
which by now had lost some of its hardness, pressed against Jigna's taut
belly.
Seeing this unbridled expression of love being displayed unabashedly by
her daughter, Kalpana aunty turned away her gaze, clearly embarrassed
at being present here now. She began to fidget with her discarded gown,
which she was still holding to her chest, trying her best to cover her
magnificent heavy breasts. Finally letting go off me, Jigna slid on to the
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sofa by my side, and said to her mother "Mummy ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry
I disturbed you ... if you want I'll leave now..." her face both embarrassed
as well as naughty and teasing at the same time.
There was a faint hint of a smile on Jigna's lips as she said that, and I saw
the color rush up to Kalpana aunty's face. It was an incredibly erotic sight
for me to see this young teenage school girl, trying to tease her mother
with regard to sexual matters. "No, no, beti..." Kalpana aunty replied,
embarrassed completely "I'll leave now ... you two can..." unable to finish
her sentence.
My cock gave another lurch under the tail of my t-shirt at what she was
suggesting now. I had to make a choice quickly on who I wanted to spend
the night with, now that both mother and daughter were offering to leave
me to the each other respectively. Quickly making up my mind, I smiled
and said "No one's going anywhere ... ok..." reaching out to hold Jigna's
hand with one hand, while extending the open palm of my other hand to
Kalpana aunty in invitation.
"Yes, yes..." Jigna exclaimed, her face brightening up with a lovely smile,
as Kalpana aunty just smiled embarrassedly, and took my extended
hand. As I had reached out with both hands, my t-shirt had ridden up,
and my fully erect cock came into view. "Ohh ... it's so big..." I heard
Jigna exclaim with a sharp intake of breath, as both she and Kalpana
aunty spotted my erect cock almost at the same time. Jigna's hand flew to
her mouth, her eyes wide with amazement and shock.
I almost smiled to myself, at how smart a cookie this hot sexy teenager
was. In one shot, she'd killed two birds. One, she'd conveyed her interest
in my cock to her watching mother; and two, she'd also conveyed to her
mother how shocked she seemingly was, at seeing a man's penis, as if for
the first time! Kalpana aunty was thoroughly embarrassed, and by the
look on her face, I could see that she wished she was someplace else.
Ignoring her presence, Jigna looked at me with a suitably stunned
expression in her eyes, her hands still clamped to her mouth, and asked
me in a small child-like voice "Can I ... can I touch it, bhaiyya... ?" her
eyes wide, yet twinkling merrily, enjoying the little game of an innocent
awed girl that she was playing.
I glanced at Kalpana aunty to see her expression, and saw her give me a
sublte nod, and quickly avert her gaze. Though I empathized with
Kalpana aunty's awkwardness, I wanted her too to be part of her
dalliance here. "Uhh ... sure, Jigna..." I replied with suitable
awkwardness from my side too, before adding " ... but why don't you ask
your mummy first ... if it's ok..." looking pointedly at Kalpana aunty, even
as I spoke to Jigna.
Throwing me a knowing smile, Jigna turned to her mother like an excited
kid, and asked "Mummy ... is is ok ... if I ... I hold it... ?" her tone so
plaintive that anyone would have agreed. "Uhh ... umm ... ok, beta..."
Kalpana aunty mumbled, completely flustered now, and at a loss for
words. With a little excited sigh, Jigna reached out tentatively, and
placing her left hand on my bare thigh, gingerly took hold of my erect
throbbing cock.
I suppressed a groan of arousal, and bit my lips at the feel of this sexy
barely 17-year old teenager taking hold of my cock, in the presence of her
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own mature buxom and desirable mother! "Ohh, mummy..." I heard

Jigna breathe " ... it's so hard..." her eyes on my swollen cock, even as I
saw Kalpana aunty's gaze drawn to my cock. There was a look of longing,
tinged with shame and embarrassment, as she watched her daughter
hold my hard throbbing cock in her tender young hands.
I could imagine how Kalpana aunty was feeling right now. How would
any mother feel, if she saw her virgin teenage daughter, so fascinated by
a young man's cock, and feeling it with her consent. Jigna was sitting
very close to me now, and with my shock and embarrassment beginning
to fade, was beginning to feel really aroused now.
Continuing to hold on to my cock gingerly, she looked up at me, and
asked in a small voice "Bhaiyya ... does it feel nice when someone kisses
you ... there... ?" referring to my cock. "Umm ... yes..." I managed to
reply, getting more and more turned on by the minute, and enjoying the
way the sexy little Jigna was manipulating the situation. "I don't know
how to kiss, bhaiyya ... will you teach me how to kiss... ?" she asked,
tilting her head to one side, and batting her eyelashes.
Through the corner of my eyes, I saw the embarrassed Kalpana aunty
looking at both of us. Deciding that I had to get her involved at any cost, I
diverted the question to Kalpana aunty and asked her "Uh, aunty ... is it
ok if I ... umm ... teach Jigna ... umm ... how to kiss..." sounding suitably
emabarrassed myself. "Uhh, sure ... yes, beta..." Kalpana aunty mumbled
hastily, still clutching on to her crumpled gown to her bosom, even
though she avoided looking me in the eye.
Leaning forward, I extended my hand to Kalpana aunty, urging her with

my eyes to take my hand. As she looked at me shyly, and took my hand, I
pulled her towards me, causing her to come closer to me. She looked up
at me nervously, still clutching on to that crumpled discarded gown of
hers, covering her bosom. Satisfied that I had her attention, I turned
towards Jigna, who was still holding on to my cock like a school-girl
holding on to a supporting rod in a bus.
Pulling her towards me, I planted my lips on hers, and kissed her
tenderly. Jigna gave a little groan and twisted her torso sideways towards
me, and kissed me back with urgency. I took it easy, since I didn't want
Kalpana aunty to get the impression that this had been something we'd
done many times before. Sliding my free left hand behind Jigna's back,
unseen to Kalpana aunty, I tapped her on the back gently, indicating to
her to take it easy as well.
The smart girl that she was, she got the hint, and returned to her coy
demeanor once again. Pulliing my lips away from her, I glanced at her
flushed face, and was overjoyed to see an expression of pure rapture on
her face. "Ohh, bhaiyya ... that felt so nice ... so wonderful..." she gushed
like the excited school girl that she was, who'd just been kissed for the
first time in her life.
"She'll make a good actress..." I thought to myself, even as I smiled and
winked at her, saying "I'm glad you liked it, Jigna..." trying to keep my
voice level. Turning to look at Kalpana aunty, I smiled at her, and said
"Thank you, aunty..." Her face took on a flustered expression, as she
smiled weekly and replied "Why are you thanking me, beta ... I didn't do
anything..." her embarrassment still not deserting her.
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Letting go off Jigna, I leaned forward towards her, and said "Thank you
for accepting me, aunty ... in your family..." taking hold of both her hands
and clasping them in mine. Since I took both of her hands in mine, the
crumpled gown, which she was holding on to, slipped out of her hands,
and fell in a heap in her lap, baring those magnificent mature breasts of
hers to my view once again.
"Oh, beta..." was all that she was able to muster, the shame rushing to
her face once again at her breasts being bared in front of her daughter, to
an outsider like me. "Ohh, mummy..." I heard Jigna whisper " ... your
breasts are so beautiful..." looking at her mother's breasts with
fascination. My cock jerked involuntarily, when I heard this sexy teenage
girl compliment her mother on her breasts.
Once again, the color rushed to Kalpana aunty's dark flush face, and she
just mumbled something embarrassedly. "When will mine become big
like yours, mummy... ?" Jigna exclaimed in a child-like squeal,
straightening her back, and jutting out her chest to display her young
ripe teenage breasts projecting through the knit fabric of her over-sized
collared t-shirt.
Kalpana aunty, for the first time, since we'd been caught by Jigna,
laughed with genuine joy, and smiling at her daughter, said "They will,
beta ... they will ... when you grow up..." a fond motherly expression on
her face. Satisfied, Jigna turned to me, and said "Do you like my breasts,
bhaiyya..." smiling like an excited school girl, and straightening her
shoulders to show her chest to me.
I laughed, as I replied "Well ... I haven't seen them ... have I, Jigna..." a
naughty glint in my eyes as I winked at her, unseen by her mother.
"Ohh..." replied Jigna, the color rushing to her face, when she heard that.
Before either one of us could say anything, Jigna quickly pulled up loose
over-sized boys t-shirt over her head, and flung it on the floor. Twisting
her torso towars me, she straightened her back once again, and jutted out
her chest, displaying those utterly delicious young ripe 32-B teenage
breasts for my appreciation.
"Oh, baby..." I heard myself groan, as I gazed at the incredibly sexy sight
of this teenage girl showing me her beautifully shaped, ripe, firm breasts,
capped by those perky erect dark nipples and small dark areolas. "You're
... I mean ... they're beautiful, Jigna ... really beautiful..." I said in a
hoarse whisper, incredibly aroused both by the sight of her young
breasts, and the totally uninhibited manner in which she was showing
them to me.
"Really, bhaiyya... ?" she exclaimed excitedly, straightening her shoulders
once again, a wide eyed look of joy on her face. "Yes, baby ... really..." I
groaned, unable to bear the tormenting any more. Somehow, this
teenage girl's utterly innocent behavior was lightening the tension in the
air. Had it not been for her uninhibited exuberance, I could well imagine
what this situation would have turned into. After all, it was not every day
that a teenage girl discovered that her mother was having an affair with a
boy who was half her age. Though I had been with more than one woman
at the same time quite a few times before, never before had the situation
been so utterly erotic.
A 38-something mother of two, bare breasted and clad only in a
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petticoat, with the kind of heavy body that you could fuck all day long,
sitting on the floor right in front of me in their own living room, with her
husband drunk and dead to the world inside their bedroom, and her
young teenage school going daughter, also bare breasted, sitting right
next to me on the couch, and displaying her firm budding teenage breasts
to me as well as her mother. Cupping her breasts with both hands, Jigna
turned to Kalpana aunty and said "See mummy ... they've grown big now
... haven't they... ?" her voice proud yet innocent.
Throwing an embarrassed glance at me, Kalpana aunty replied "Umm ...
yes, beta..." her voice hoarse in her throat. "You know mummy ... when
Jignesh bhaiya took me shopping ... the didi there told me I should start
wearing bras now ... that's why Jignesh bhaiya bought those bras for
me..." she said in an excited yet pleased voice.
Swallowing to find her voice, Kalpana aunty said "Yes ... I know..."
struggling to deal with the utterly care free manner in which her
daughter was discussing these matters with her in front of me, even as
she turned to look at me and added " ... he is very thoughtful..." trying
bravely to smile at me despite her discomfiture.
Alarmed that the naïve Jigna would blurt out more things than
necessary, I butted in by saying "You know, Jigna ... you'll grow up to a
very beautiful young lady..." subtely nudging her with my toe, urging her
with my eyes to shut up. She looked at me with a dumb expression on her
face, unable to make out head or tail of where that remark came from,
before comprehension dawned on her face, and she smiled brightly. "Oh,
thank you, bhaiyya..." she gushed, batting her eye lashes coyly once
again.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence between all of us, before
Jigna mercifully changed the topic. Turning to look at her mother, she
said "Uh, mummy ... I'm sorry I disturbed you ... umm ... I know you and
bhaiya were ... umm ... making love..." struggling to find the right words,
as she turned to look at me and her mother in turns. "Umm ... you please
continue, mummy ... I ... uhh ... won't disturb you..." she said awkwardly,
pushing herself away from me on the sofa, and pulling her legs up to sit
cross legged on one end of the sofa.
As the color rushed to Kalpana aunty's face, and her face burned with
embarrassment, Jigna added "I'll ... umm ... just sit here ... and watch..."
drawing a share exclamation of surprise from me too! This incredible
teenager was telling us to go ahead and make out, even as she would sit
there and watch!
My cock, which was hidden under the rather long t-shirt I was wearing,
gave a lurch at these words, and I felt my throat go dry. Kalpana aunty
just looked too stunned for anything, and except for wide eyed look, she
didn't utter a word. But I could see how her magnificent breasts heaved,
as she struggled to come to terms with what her daughter was saying, her
lips parted, and her breath becoming shallow.
Seeing the dumb founded look on my face, Jigna said "What happened,
bhaiyya ... don't you like mummy... ?" her expression as normal as it
could be. As Kalpana aunty lowered her gaze to look at her lap, unable to
face us any more, Jigna signaled to me with her eyes ferverently, urging
me to respond in the affirmative. Clearing my throat, I answered "Of
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course ... I like aunty..." my voice sounding strange in my ears.

When Kalpana aunty glanced up at me, there was a look of helplessness
in her eyes, as if she was beseeching me to rescue her from this extremely
awkward situation somehow. "But Jigna ... I don't know if your mummy
is comfortable..." I added, even as Kalpana aunty dropped her gaze to her
lap once again. There was silence once again, as Kalpana aunty just
continued to gaze at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers, and Jigna
waited, her eyes darting from me to her mother. I could sense what she
was trying to do.
She was trying to address three issues at once. One, she was trying to
cement her own relationship with me in her mother's eyes, and what
better way to do it by getting her mother to consent to it in front of me.
Two, she was trying her best to make her mother feel loved by me, having
seen with her own eyes what her sexual life had come to.
And three, she was trying to lessen her mother's guilt at being caught, by
conveying to her that not only did she condole it, but also encouraged it. I
couldn't decide whether the teenage Jigna was just being incredibly naïve
and nice, or incredibly smart. I concluded there were no straight
answers; and that it was probably a bit of both.
Watching mother and daughter sit there, I decided that it was time I took
control of the situation. Nodding at Jigna, I turned to Kalpana aunty and
reached out to touch her bare shoulder. I couldn't risk standing up, as
that would have brought my erect cock to open view. As she looked, I
said to her gently "Aunty ... please come and sit here..." patting the empty
side of the sofa on my left. When she looked into my eyes with that same
helpless expression, I just blinked my eyes slowly, and nodded to her
subtely, asking her with my eyes to trust me.
As Kalpana aunty rose to her feet slowly, avoiding looking at either one of
us, I once again gazed with desire at the way her magnificent firm 38-C
breasts swayed. As Kalpana aunty sat down tentatively by my side on the
sofa, I threw a glance at Jigna, who had a grateful smile on her face. With
her eyes, she urged me to make her mother feel comfortable. I gazed into
her eyes for a brief moment, trying to decipher if there was some
perverse intent in what she was coaxing her mother into, but concluded
that there was none.
To Be COntiued..
Part - 39
If anything, she seemed genuinely hopeful, and sitting there bare

breasted clad only in her pajamas, she seemed completely oblivious to
her own nudity. As Kalpana aunty settled down, I slid closer to her so
that out thighs were touching. Raising my left arm, I draped it across her
broad fleshy shoulders, allowing my palm to rest on her shoulder.
Then, reaching out with my right hand, I turned her face towards me,
and looked into her still wet eyes. My face only inches away from hers, I
said to her softly "Aunty ... it's OK ... trust me ... please..." laying stress on
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the last word. She looked at me with apprehension in her eyes for a
while; before I saw the muscles on her thick weather beaten face relax a
bit. "Do you trust me, aunty... ?" I asked her again, looking into her eyes
intently, even as I continued to hold her face by her chin.
Letting out a little sigh, she closed her eyes, and said "Yes, beta..." her
voice barely above a whisper. I waited for her to open her eyes, before
allowing myself a smile. Seeing my reassuring smile, she too tried to
smile bravely, but it only managed to look like a forced grimace. Leaning
forward, I placed my lips on hers gently, and kissed her thick lips. She
stiffened initially, and a little shudder shook her body.
Letting go of her face, I dropped my hand to her lap and took her hand in
mine. As I interlaced my fingers between hers and clasped her hand, I
felt her clasp my hand tight. Her lips instinctively parted, and a deep sigh
escaped her lips, as she felt my tongue begin to probe her mouth. She
was on my left side, and her right arm was trapped between our bodies.
As she responded to my kiss, I felt her slide her right arm around my
waist, and clutch the side of my belly; even as left hand continued to
clutch my fingers. Pulling my lips away from hers, I moved my lips to her
neck. As she arched her neck, I ran my tongue along her neck, and moved
it up to her ears. The fact that her daughter was watching all this aroused
me even more, and I was intent upon arousing Kalpana aunty as much as
I could.
I heard a soft hiss of "Ohh beta..." escape her lips, and she squirmed
convulsively, as my tongue probed her ears, and I gently nibbled on her
ears. With a soft groan, I slid my face downwards, and ran my tongue
once again along her neck, sliding it on to her shoulders. As I began to
run my tongue on her thick shoulders, I unclasped my fingers from her
hands, and slid it upwards to cup one of her heavy fleshy breasts with my
right hand, even as my left hand was draped across her shoulder.
Marveling at how firm her heavy breasts felt in my hand, I squeezed it
gently, and ran my finger tips across her swollen thick nipples, eliciting
another soft cry of "Ohh beta..." from her lips. Another shudder went
through her body, and I figured that it was on account of the presence of
her daughter that she was was so turned on. I felt a weight shifting
behind me, and sensed Jigna sliding up closer to us from the other side,
ostensibly to get a better view of what I was doing to her mother.
Squeezing her left breast hard with my hands, I slid my head further
downwards till my face was level with her magnificent breasts. With a
groan, I thrust out my tongue, and began to run it along the swollen dark
brown nipple of her right breast. As she clutched at my hair fiercely, I ran
my tongue in circles around her breasts, eliciting more sighs of pleasure
from her.
With a grunt, I opened my mouth and clamped it around her heavy tit
flesh, and began to suck on her aroused breast earnestly. "Betaaa..." she
hissed, unable to control the feelings that overtook her body, and I
wondered how a woman of her age could feel such pleasure from just
having her breasts sucked. Her hand which was clutching my waist from
behind squeezed the side of my belly harder.
"Bass, beta ... bass..." I heard her whisper fiercely, tugging at my hair,
even as I went berserk on her breasts, licking and suckling on them
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alternately, and nibbling on her thick turgid nipples in between. As I

pulled my face away from her magnificently firm breasts, I looked at her
face. There was flushed look on her face, and I could see that she was
breathing heavily now.
Gazing at her breasts, that were shiny from my saliva in the flickering
light from the TV, I said huskily "Aunty ... you have beautiful breasts..."
making it a point to speak loud enough for Jigna to hear. The color
rushed to her dark face again, and she quickly glanced at her daughter. I
too turned around to look at Jigna, and my cock gave another lurch
under the t-shirt when I saw that she was watching us intently, a look of
intense arousal on her pretty face, even as her hands were sub-
consciously playing with own teenage ripe young breasts.
Looking at Jigna, I said to Kalpana aunty "But you know, aunty ... Jigna
is going to turn out to be even more beautiful than you..." a smile on my
face. At this Jigna blushed, and a smile lit up her face, even as I
continued " ... and I feel so privileged to be with two such wonderful,
beautiful, and loving women..."
That compliment had the desired effect, and both mother and daughter
blushed and smiled at the same time. For the first time since we'd been
interrupted by Jigna, Kalpana aunty said something of her own volition.
Snuggling up to me to rest her head on my chest, she wrapped her arm
around my torso, and said "Beta ... it's we who are privileged ... to have
someone like you with us..." her voice fond and loving, even as I relished
the feel of her large heavy breasts press against my rib cage.
As her left arm was now resting on my torso, I felt her elbows brush
against the hardness of my cock, still covered by the t-shirt. Groaning
purposefully, I threw my head back, and thrust my hips upwards,
pushing my hardness against her elbows, making it a point to see to it
that their attention was drawn to my cock as well. With my right hand, I
pulled up that knit t-shirt which I was wearing, to bare my hard swollen
cock.
As my fully erect cock came into view, standing rigidly upright, and
almost touching my belly, I heard Jigna utter a soft muffled cry, her hand
instinctively clasping her mouth. I saw her exchange a glance with her
mother, who too had now straightened and was gazing at my shiny erect
phallus. It was a situation that anyone would have died to be in. Both
mother and daughter were looking at my cock, but were reluctant to
make the first move, on account of each other's presence.
Deciding to take things into my own hands again, I extended my right
hand to Jigna. As she offered me her hand tentatively, I gently guided it
to my cock, and placed her soft palm on my erect throbbing cock. There
was sharp intake of breath for Jigna, when she felt the hot skin of my
hard cock against her palm. As her soft fingers instinctively clasped the
girth of my shaft, I threw my head back against the back rest of the sofa,
and let out a low prolonged sigh.
Closing my eyes partly, I watched through the slit of my eyes, at how
Jigna, and more importantly, Kalpana aunty, responded. I watched slyly
through the barely open slit of my eyes, as Jigna looked at Kalpana aunty
apprehensively, as if seeking her permission to go ahead. To my intense
arousal, I saw Kalpana aunty nod her head in assent to her daughter,
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who in response, sighed, and began to rub my cock. Pretending to open

my eyes, I sat forward, and groaned "Ohh Jignaa..." hoping to convey to
both her and her mother how much I was enjoying it.
"Bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna ask in a whisper. As I turned to look at her, she
continued " ... what should I do..." her voice a husky whisper. Turning to
look at Kalpana aunty who was watching her daughter take hold of my
erect cock in her hands with an expression of disbelief and arousal, I
looked into her eyes with an expression of helplessness. Realizing that I
was seeking her help, Kalpana aunty said to Jigna "Beta ... uhh ... just ...
just rub it ... like this..." making a gesture with her hand of rubbing.
"Like this, mummy..." Jigna asked, as she clenched my cock rather hard,
and and slid her fist down my shaft, pushing my stretched foreskin back
painfully, eliciting a little cry of pain from me. Even as I winced, I
couldn't help but marvel at how the sexy little teenager was playing the
role of an uninitiated virgin to perfection! "Ssss ... dheere se, beta..." I
heard Kalpana aunty say alarmed, almost as if she could feel the pain I
was experiencing.
Her mothery instincts taking over, Kalpana aunty leaned forward, and
said"I'll show you ... see ... like this..." her voice tender, even as she
reached out with her left hand to wrap her fingers around Jigna's hand,
which were still clutching my cock hard. "Hold it softly, beta..." I heard
Kalpana aunty instruct her daughter, much to my arousal, as she guided
Jigna on how to hold my cock, and stroke it gently. To me, there was
nothing more erotic in the world right now, watching how a mother went
about guiding her teenage daughter on how to pleasure a man's cock.

Guided by Kalpana aunty's supporting hand, as Jigna stroked my cock
far more gently now, I heard her ask in a girlish voice "Like this,
mummy..." looking alternately at her mother and me. Seeing the
expression of rapture on my face, I heard Kalpana aunty answer in a
barely audible whisper "Yes ... you're doing it right now..." her eyes
looking into mine, as if asking me if it was giving me pleasure now.
I smiled with relief at her, and saw her reciprocate with a warm, albeit
shy, smile of her own. Turning to gaze at Jigna again, who was now
intently looking at my cock, as she stroked it gently, I said to her "Yes,
Jigna ... yes ... ohh ... feels so good ... so good..." putting on enough in my
voice in my attempt to please her too. She smiled shyly at that, and to my
amazement, said "I know I'm not doing it as well as mummy, bhaiyya ...
but I promise I will learn ... and do better..." batting her eyelashes, and
speaking like a virgin teenager who'd just held a man's cock for the first
time in her life.
As I watched her twinkling eyes, I yet again marveled at how wonderfully
she was playing the role of a coy uninitiated teenager, in front of her
mother. Maddened with lust, I said to her huskily "Come here, baby..."
nodding my head at her. Without letting go of my cock, she slid close to
me with alacrity, her ripe teenage breasts jiggling seductively as she
moved.
Wrapping my right hand around her bare shoulders, I pulled her towards
me, and bringing her face close to mine, looked into her eyes, and said
"Jigna ... you are the most loving girl I have ever met ... thank you for
being such a wonderful person..." my tone serious, and my voice loud
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enough for Kalpana aunty also to hear.

"Oh, bhaiiyyaa..." she exclaimed with pleasure, even as a million-watt
smile lit up her pretty dark face, genuinely pleased at my compliment.
With a sigh, I pulled her towards me, causing her firm teenage pert
breasts to press against my chest, and kissed her full on the lips. Letting
my mouth press against hers, I parted her lips and slid my tongue into
her wet mouth, and kissed her passionately, knowing fully well that her
mother was watching, even as I held her bare slender back and pressed
her lithe young body to mine.
"Ummmmm..." I heard Jigna moan, as she gave herself up to me, and
clung on to me, kissing me back with all her pent up arousal. Pulling my
mouth away from her breathless face, I turned to Kalpana aunty and said
"Aunty ... with your permission ... I want to let Jigna know ... how
wonderful a person she is ... may I... ?" letting my words trail. "Uhh ... of
course, beta ... of course..." I heard Kalpana aunty mumble, her voice
feeble and trembling, her face aroused and embarrassed at the same
time.
Mouthing a silent thank you to her, I turned my attention back to Jigna,
and reached down to cup one of her young ripe teenage breast in my
hand. Caressing the supple flesh of her still growing 32-B breasts, I said
huskily "Baby ... you have beautiful breasts ... beautiful..." my eyes
burning with desire. In response, she just arched her back, thrusting
more of her breast into my hand, her breath beginning to escape faster
form her lips now.
Squeezing her breasts gently, I manipulated her tiny erect nipples

between my thumb and fore finger, even as I began to kiss her in the
same manner I had kissed her mother a while back, Sliding my tongue
down from her neck to her chest, I ran my tongue in circles around her
small dark brown arealos, eliciting an uninhibited cry of pleasure from
her, even as she arched her back and clasped my hair.
"Bhaiiiyyyaaa..." I heard her moan, as I clamped my mouth around her
tender young tit flesh, and lashed my tongue against the nipples, causing
her to squirm violently in my arms. As I focused on making love to the
teenage Jigna's tender breasts, I felt an arm move up my thigh. I felt the
weight of Kalpana aunty shift on the sofa, and felt her move closer
towards me.
Just as her heavy breasts pressed against my side, her hand slid up my
thigh, and to my sheer joy, gently took hold of my manhood, which Jigna
had let go off in her excitement. I felt Kalpana aunty begin to rub my
lower back from behind with one hand, even as she began to gently
stroke my swollen throbbing cock with her other hand, adding to the
pleasure I was extracting by sucking on the teenage Jigna's breasts.
Emboldened by this supportive gesture from her mother, I slid my hand
down Jigna's back, and slid it into the elastic waistline of her thin cotton
pajamas. Cupping my hand around the firm flesh of her butt, I caressed
her buttocks over her panties. Jigna moaned encouragingly, clutching my
hair with both hands, and standing on her knees on the sofa, to bring her
breasts level with my face.
Finally I pulled my mouth away from Jigna's breasts, and looked at her
flushed face. Her lips were parted and she was breathing shallowly now,
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her ripe young breasts, wet with my saliva, gleaming in the flickering
lights from the TV. As her gaze was drawn to her mother stroking my
cock, she said in a croaking whisper "Bhaiiyaa ... I want to ... I want to ...
do like mummy was doing ... to you..." her eyes gazing at my rock hard
shiny cock. "Ohh..." I gasped, thrilled to hear what she was saying, my
eyes widening in surprise.
But her face was full of intent, and there was an absolutely aroused
expression on her face, as she made her intent of wanting to suck my
cock clear to me. She gazed at her mother's equally aroused face for what
seemed like an eternity, and something unsaid passed between them.
Before I could react, Jigna just bent forward quickly, and took hold of my
throbbing cock from her mother.
As I watched, she quickly retied her hair in the elastic band that held her
hair in a pony tail, and with an almost hungry look on her face, opened
her mouth as if wanting to swallow my thick 7" fully erect cock. "Dheere
se, Jigna..." I heard Kalpana aunty whisper to her daughter involuntarily,
as she too watched with rapt arousal, at how hungry and aroused her
teenage daughter seemed to be now.
Without warning, the hot young Jigna opened her mouth as wide as she
could, and plunged her mouth on to my cock. "Ohh Jignaaaa..." I
groaned in spite of myself, as I felt her hot mouth clamp over my cock
rather painfully, and I involuntarily clutched Kalpana aunty's hand for
support.
Alarmed that her inexperienced daughter might cause me pain, Kalpana
aunty quickly reached out to touch the back of Jigna's head, whispering
urgently "Jigna ... do it gently, beti ... gently..." desperately urging her
daughter to take it easy. At that moment, even as the completely
inflamed Jigna took my swollen cock into her mouth, I felt my heart fill
up with love for her incredibly loving mother, who even at this time was
more concerned about taking care of me.
"Ummmffff..." I heard Jigna moan, as she tried to stuff my rampant cock
into her mouth fully, and felt the swollen tip of my cock touch the back of
her throat. Jigna was besides herself now, and she seemed to be intent
upon swallowing my cock with a vengeance now, and her entire inflamed
and totally inexperienced demeanour added immensely to my arousal.
As my cock touched the opening of her throat, I felt her gag on my cock,
and she was unable to prevent her saliva from drooling out of her mouth.
"Ohh beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty whisper, both in frustration and
arousal, as she quickly slid off the sofa, and knelt at my knees. Gently
pulling Jigna's head away from my cock, she said to her "Come here..."
indicating to her to get on to the floor on her knees to.
As Jigna complied quickly, Kalpana aunty took hold of my slimy wet
cock, in her hand, even as Jigna sub consciously wiped the saliva from
her mouth with the back of her hand, watching her mother like a student
would watch her teacher. As I watched with stunned amazement,
Kalpana aunty said to her daughter "Beti ... you watch how I do it ... ok..."
her voice so understanding and tender that I had difficulty believing
what was happening. With that, Kalpana aunty brought her face to my
cock, and taking hold of it gingerly, began to run her tongue along the
blood-gorged helmet shaped swollen tip of my cock.
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"Lick it like this first, beti..." Kalpana aunty said in between licking my
cock " ... and be gentle with it..." caressing my cock simultaneously. As
Jigna watched in rapt attention, Kalpana aunty continued " ... and then
slowly take it in your mouth ... like this..." as she opened her mouth and
took just the swollen red tip of my cock inside her mouth.
"Yesss..." I found myself hissing in encouragement, as I felt Kalpana
aunty's warm loving mouth close around my cock, and her tongue
beginning to pleasure the tip of my cock. Pulling her mouth away from
my cock momentarily, she said "And keep rubbing it at the same time ...
like this..." she continued to instruct her watching daughter, as she took
my cock head in her mouth again, and began to stroke the shaft of my
cock gently at the same time.
As I felt Kalpana aunty begin to twirl her thick tongue around the swollen
tip of my cock in her mouth, I threw my head back and groaned with
pleasure. "And then slowly take it more inside ... like this..." I heard
Kalpana aunty mutter to her daughter, her voice so thick with arousal
now, that I realized that she herself was incredibly aroused now.
With these words, even as her daughter watched on intently, Kalpana
aunty opened her mouth wide, and gently guided almost the entire
length of my cock into her warm willing mouth. As I felt my tip bump
against the opening of her throat, I felt my legs go taut, and emitted a low
throaty groan of "Ohh, auntieee..." my arousal complete. With that she
began to gently move her head up and down my cock, sucking on it with
the practiced ease of a housewife who had long been used to doing it.
Feeling her pull her mouth away from my cock, I looked at her again.
"Now you try, beti..." Kalpana aunty said to her daughter, a tad
breathlessly, as she held my cock and offered it to her daughter to try.
Without even glancing at me, Jigna slid forward on her knees with
alacrity, and took hold of my cock.
Just as her mother had instructed, she thrust her pink tongue out and
first licked the swollen tip of my cock, which was shiny from her mother's
saliva and my own pre-cum. Then following instructions to the T, she
opened her mouth and took just the swollen tip of my cock into her
mouth, and began to twirl her tongue around my cock.
"Yes, Jigna ... yes..." I found myself crying out, feeling my cock beging to
twitch in her mouth. Kalpana aunty placed her hand on my bare thigh
and caressed it gently, looking at me with an expression of fondness.
What turned me on was the mild smile on her face; a smile that
suggested genuine pride at how good a student her daughter had been.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I watched as the hot young Jigna began to
stroke my cock at the same time, even as she sucked on my cock head like
a Popsicle, and looked up at my eyes. There is nothing more arousing to
me that a girl looking into my eyes when she's sucking on my cock, and I
groaned once again.
Letting my cock slip out of her mouth, Jigna smiled at me through her
wet saliva coated lips, and asked "Am I doing it right, bhaiyaa... ?" her
voice as innocent as only a young school girl's could be. "Oh yes, baby ...
yes ... yes..." I found myself groaning, even as I nodded my head in
assent.
As the smile widened on her face, she once again took my cock into her
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mouth, and this time allowed it to slide deeper into her mouth, taking as
much of it into her mouth as she could. But unlike her mother, she could
not take the entire length of my cock into her mouth, and her mouth was
filled with my cock with just three-quarters of it inside her mouth. As it
touched her throat, I heard her groan her disappointment, and beginning
to attempt to push her head down further.
"Just keep breathing, beta..." I heard Kalpana aunty instruct her gently,
as she reached out to caress her daughter's bare back, in an attempt to
soothe her. I watched Jigna's Adam's apple bob, as she tried vainly to
take my entire cock inside her. I was almost at the peak of my arousal
now, and if she continued to do this any longer, I knew that I would end
up spurting my load inside her mouth.
With a groan, I leaned forward, and took hold of Jigna by her shoulders.
Pulling her up towards me, I cupped her face in between my hand, and
looking into her eyes with love, said "Oh, Jigna ... you don't have to ...
you don't have to..." knowing she was desperate to prove to me that even
she could suck my cock as well as her mother.
"But I want to, bhaiyya..." she cried, her face looking so lovely when she
said that in all honesty. "Ohh, baby..." I groaned, as I pulled her up
towards me and embraced her warmly. Pressing her head to my heaving
chest, I caressed her soothingly and said in a soft voice "I know, baby ... I
know ... that's why I love you so much..." turning to gaze at Kalpana
aunty at the same time, who was watching me with fondness in her eyes.
As I held the teenage Jigna close to me, caressing her back, and
whispering sweet endearments to her, I felt Kalpana aunty reach out to

me and touch my thigh. She looked me in the eye, and her expression
conveyed the gratitude she felt for me, for being so kind to her daughter.
Turning my attention back to Jigna, I cupped her face between my hands
once again, and looking into her eyes said "Jigna ... you have given me
more love than I could ever have asked for ... and now it's my turn to
show you how much I love you..." my voice low and intent.
Just the expression of joy on her face was reward enough for me, and as I
helped her up on her feet and she sat down on the sofa once again by my
side, her eyes wide in anticipation, I quickly slid down the sofa. Getting
on my knees quickly in front of Jigna, I took both her hands in mine.
Turning to look at Kalpana aunty, who was just watching me with an
expression of love, I said to her "Aunty ... with your permission ... may
I..." letting my words trail.
She looked at me intently for the briefest of moments, before allowing a
strange expression to come on her face. I could only imagine the
predicament she was facing now. Here was a young guy asking her if he
had her permission to go ahead and make love to her tender teenaged
daughter.
"Yes, beta..." I heard her whisper softly, nodding in understanding to me.
Throwing her a grateful glance, I turned my attention back to Jigna, who
was waiting with bated breath. Letting go of her hands, I reached out to
hook my fingers in the elastic waist band of her thin cotton pajamas. As I
began to pull it towards me, Jigna glanced apprehensively at her mother,
as if seeking her persmission. Kalpana aunty, the wonderful loving
woman that she was, just smiled at her daughter, and nodded her assent.
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With an inflamed look in her eyes, Jigna raised her hips off the sofa,
allowing me to pull her pajamas down. As I pulled her pajamas away
from her legs, extracting them from her ankles, Jigna involuntarily
reached out for her mother. I just gazed in amazement, when Kalpana
aunty took hold of her daughters hand reassuringly, and held it in her
hands, giving her daughter the moral support she had sought from her
mother.
The sexy young Jigna had a pair of plain white panties, and I swallowed
involuntarily as I my eyes were drawn to the mound of her young pussy
under those simple white cotton panties. Looking into Jigna's inflamed
eyes, I just caressed the smooth skin of her supple thighs, which were
distinctly a shade lighter than her arms.
As Jigna waited with bated breath, I reached out for her waist again, and
gently began to pull at her panties. This time she complied immediately
by raising her hips, and allowing me to slide her panties off her legs in
one swift motion. Her hands automatically flew to her mouth, as her
tender sparsely haired pussy was bared to me in all its virgin glory.
In the flickering light from the TV, I could see that the sparse pubic hair
on her young vagina was damp with her wetness, and I could almost
smell the arousal from her hot cunt. It was an incredibly erotic moment,
as the teenage Jigna sat in front of me on the sofa, her young muscular
thighs parted slightly, and holding on to her mother's hand as I gazed at
her virgin pussy.
Pushing apart her thighs slightly, I leaned forward and ran my tongue
along the insides of her thighs, causing her to shudder violently and
clamp her thighs around my head. "Bhaaiiyyaaa..." I heard her cry out, as
her body shuddered just at the feel of my tongue on her thighs. Gently
pushing open her thighs again, I continued to run my tongue along the
insides of her thighs, enjoying the incredibly smoothness of her skin.
I could smell the musky aroma emanating from her aroused cunt, and
that virgin cunt of hers, with its tight lips, and sparse pubic hair, looked
incredibly arousing to me. Placing my palm on her belly, I gently
caressed the upper lips of her vagina with my thumb, eliciting another
shudder from her. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Kalpana aunty
watching me intently, and noticed how she squeezed her own thighs
together under that old black petticoat of hers.
Turning to look up at Jigna, who was watching me with extreme arousal,
her eyes hot as coals, and her lips parted, I gently hefted her thighs and
parted them further. As her thighs parted wider, I could see the moist
pink slid of her pussy come to view. I realized how wet she was when I
felt her cunt juices on my thumb. I gently ran my fingers along the
swollen yet taut lips of her virgin cut, even as I continued to manipulate
her clitoris with my thumb from the top.
"Ohhh mummiiee..." I heard Jigna moan, as she squirmed violently, and
her twisted her torso. Kalpana aunty reached out and placed a reassuring
arm around her slender shoulders, and cradled her torso against her
magnificent breasts. I paused for a moment to take in the sight of this
sexy young teenage girl's naked body.
She had inherited her mother's heavy hips and incredibly thick thighs,
though she was nowhere as stocky as her mother. Her wide hips tapered
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into a relatively slender waist before tapering out again to that pair of
ripe young breasts. With a groan, I hefted her legs and placed them on
either shoulder, causing her to jerk her head up and look at me, her eyes
inflamed with desire.
My mouth watered at the sight of her tender young vagina which was
puffy as well as tight at the same time. Placing one soothing hand on her
taut belly, I lowered my head between her thighs and brought my mouth
to her vagina. I could feel her thigh muscles tense as she braced herself
for the feel of my tongue on her vagina.
Closing my eyes, I thrust out my tongue, and gingerly ran it along those
luscious wet lips of her teenage cunt. "Unnnhhhhh..." I heard her give out
a muffled moan, clasping her hand to her mouth to prevent herself from
screaming, as she felt my tongue lap her virgin pussy lips. Tenderly
parting the lips of her cunt with my fingers, I pushed my tongue further
on her pussy, and began to lap at it, sliding it up and down along her
moist slit.
Her body went taut, and I could feel her arch her hips off the sofa, as her
body began to squirm violently again. Relentlessly, I parted her lips
further and thrust my tongue inside, feeling the warm cunt juices coat
my tongue. Mindless of the taste of her cunt, and the faintly musky odor,
I clamped my mouth and her pussy and began to suck on her cunt in
earnest. "Ohhhh mummmieeee..." I heard her cry out in an alarmingly
loud voice, even as an alarmed Kalpana aunty rushed to clamp a hand
across her mouth, muffling out her scream.
Looking at her virgin teenage daughter squirming about so helplessly,

Kalpana aunty's motherly instincts took over, as she cradled Jigna's
contorted face to her magnificent heavy breasts. Cradling her face, as if
holding a child to her bosom, Kalpana aunty smothered Jigna's face in
the heavy mammary flesh of her incredibly large breasts. "Shhhhh..." I
heard her shush her daughter, caressing her head soothingly.
I was intent on making this hot young teenager come now, and without
pausing on my licking of her pussy, I also slid in my middle finger into
her tight wet cunt, causing her to give out a muffled groan and jerk her
hips upwards once again. Her legs which were resting on my shoulders
went taut in the air, and she began to buck her hips spasmodically, as I
began to slowly slide my finger in and out of her tight you pussy, licking
her wet slit at the same time.
My tongue was flicking across her erect clitoris, even as I increased the
tempo of fingering her cunt. Kalpana aunty was holding on to her
daughter, even as she watched me with unabashed arousal at how I was
intently pleasuring her tender young daughter's almost untouched pussy.
Her eyes were inflamed with arousal, and I could see in her face, that she
wished it was her in her daughter's place.
What however nearly drove me out of my mind was how she was almost
absent mindedly fondling Jigna's firm budding teenage breasts with her
hands, caressing and squeezing them alternatively, thereby adding to the
young teenager's ecastacy. I was holding on to Jigna's hips with one
hand, trying my best to hold her pelvis in place, when suddenly she gave
out a prolonged cry of ecstasy, and her body convulsed spasmodically.
Realizing that she was on the verge of her orgasm, I clamped my mouth
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harder on her cunt, and thrust my tongue into her pussy rampantly,
driving her insane. With a muffled cry of "Aaaaaaaiiiieeeeee..." Jigna's
young taut body convulsed, and continued to shudder involuntarily for a
long time as her impending orgasm finally hit her. Her body went limp
like a rag doll, even though her thighs kept quivering as if with a mind of
their own, still struggling to overcome the intense orgasm that had
invaded her body.
I felt the warm sticky juices of her cunt practically gush out of her cunt,
and flood my mouth, and I felt the thick viscous vaginal juices flow down
my chin. Pulling my mouth away from her cunt, I wiped my mouth with
the back of my mind, and looked at Jigna. She lay there spent, her arms
limp by her side, and her legs dangling over my shoulders, her mouth
open, as she panted to catch her breath, and her eyes half closed.
It was almost as if she had fainted, and I could see Kalpana aunty holding
her tenderly, caressing her cheeks and wiping the sweat off her forehead,
in the manner only a mother could do for her child. Turning her gaze
towards me, Kalpana aunty gave me the most precious smile I could get.
One that was of gratitude and love for the pleasure I had given her
daughter.
Returning her smile awkwardly, I gingerly extracted Jigna's suddenly
heavy legs from my shoulders and placed them gently on the ground.
Standing up, I stretched my arms above my head to stretch my back, and
I could see Kalpana aunty's gaze drawn to my still erect 7" cock which
swayed seductively as I stood up.
Even though it had lost it's rock hard rigidity, my cock was still swollen to
its full length, and presented a rather flattering picture for my ego.
Taking a step towards the sofa, I sat down by Jigna's side, even as her
eyes fluttered open.
She was still struggling to catch her breath, and as she saw me by her
side, her face flushed with color. "Did you feel good, baby..." I asked her
tenderly, as she lay in her mother's arm, her face pressed to her mother's
ample heavy breasts. Reaching out to touch her face, I caressed her
cheeks, and on that pretext also ran my finger along one of Kalpana
aunty's thick erect chocolate brown nipples, eliciting a shy knowing smile
from her.
Jigna bobbed her head quickly, breathing deeply through her parted lips,
as she struggled to form her words. "Yes, bhaiyya ... yes..." she finally
breathed, quickly clamping her hand over mine which was caressing her
cheeks. Pressing my palm to her cheeks, she looked at me with the kind
of love that a guy would have died for. Looking intently into my face, she
breathed "I love you, bhaiyya..." letting her eyes convey the rest. I felt a
feeling of warmth course through my body upon hearing this, and
instinctively replied "I love you too, baby..." a warm smile on my face.
With a cry of "Ohh bhaiyyaa..." the lovely young teenager pulled herself
up from her mother's lap, and flung herself into my arms, throwing her
arms around me, and pressing her nubile young body to me. She clung
on to me fiercely, burying her chest in my muscular chest, muttering
something incomprehensible. She held on to me for what seemed like an
eternity, without saying a word, and at that moment, I loved her more
than anyone else in the world, for her uninhibited love.
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I held her tenderly, and caressed her bare back, getting turned on with
each passing moment at the feel of her lush ripe young teenage body
pressed against mine. I watched Kalpana aunty watch us with an
expression of fondness, a fleeting smile on her lips. Suddenly I felt
Jigna's hand snake between out bodies, and reach for my cock which was
beginning to rise to its full glory now. As she wrapped her tender fingers
around the thickness of my cock, she squeezed it gently, and pulled
herself away from me.
Holding on to my cock, she turned to her mother, and said the most
incredible thing I'd heard from her so far "Mummy ... will you help me ...
take care of bhaiyya..." holding my throbbing cock in her hand, and
asking her mother to help her in satisfying me. "Yes, beta ... I will..." I
heard Kalpana aunty reply in a barely audible whisper, as she too looked
at my shiny hard cock in her daughter's clasp. There was a strange look
on Kalpana aunty's troubled face; partly aroused at what was happening;
and partly apprehensive at seeing her teenage daughter so involved in
sex.
As a mother, her instincts would be screaming out to her to put an end to
this sexual depravity, but at the same time she knew that her own
conscience was not clear, and therefore she was in no position to preach
morality to her daughter. I was rudely distracted from my thoughts, as I
felt the hot Jigna quickly slide down the sofa, and stand up. As she stood
there for a moment, tucking back a tuft of hair that had slipped out of the
rubberized band that held her hair together in a pony, I gazed at her
nude teenage body in all its glory for the first time.
She looked like a dusky nymphet, as she stood there, her relatively dark
skinned body gleaming in the bluish light from the flickering TV screen.
Without a word, she quickly knelt down between my parted thighs, and
once again took hold of my rock hard throbbing manhood in her small
soft hands. She looked at me with her beautiful large dark eyes, some
deep hidden meaning in them, as she breathed through parted lips, and
once again opened her mouth to take my cock inside. Jolting myself out
of my numbed state of mind, I cried out "Jigna..." reaching out with
agility to grab hold of her shoulders.
Though my cock craved for her ripe budding teenage body, I just couldn't
allow myself to be so self-obsessed. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, I
pulled her up roughly towards me, and wrapped my arms around her.
Holding her head pressed to my chest, I hissed into her ears "Oh Jigna ...
enough, baby ... enough ... you've given me more than I could ever ask
for, baby ... enough..." my voice thick with lust, but loud enough for it to
be heard by Kalpana aunty. As I pushed Jigna away from me, and cupped
her face to look into her eyes, she began to speak "But, bhaiiyaa..." the
protest evident in her eyes.
"Shhhh..." I cut her off, looking into her large beautiful eyes. "Won't you
listen to your bhaiyya... ?" I asked her fiercely, clutching her firm
shoulders hard, my eyes boring into hers. She blinked rapidly a couple of
times, before answering "Yes ... yes, bhaiyya..." the confusion still writ
large on her face. "Listen to me, baby..." I continued, taking a deep
breath " ... your mummy takes care of all of us, doesn't she... ?" leading
her on in the direction of the topic that she'd spoken about when the two
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of us were peeping on her parents.

"Uhh ... yes..." she mumbled, still struggling to figure out what I was
driving at. "So..." I continued " ... isn't it our duty to take care of her too
sometimes..." my voice soft but firm, as I looked intently into her eyes,
trying to convey to her with my eyes what I had in mind. She stared at me
for a brief moment, before comprehension dawned upon her. "Yes..." she
breathed, turning to look at Kalpana aunty, her large eyes full of
meaning. Turning to look at Kalpana aunty, I saw her watching us, her
face flushed, and her eyes uncomprehending, as her massive bosom
heaved gently with her deep breaths.
Without a word, I slid off the sofa on to the floor, and turned to face
Kalpana aunty, resting on my knees. Jigna quickly slid to the other side,
and positioned herself near her mother's left knee, even as I knelt down
in front of her near her right leg. Placing a hand on her thigh, I looked up
to her face and said softly "Aunty ... give me a chance to ... to express ...
my love for you..." my voice thick with arousal, as I gazed into her
stunned wide eyes.
"Beta ... what..." she began, her voice failing her, as she looked at me,
embarrassed to the core, and unable to comprehend what I was up to.
Her dusky wheat complexioned broad face, had arousal and
incomprehension writ all over it, and a little gasp escaped her lips, as I
slid my right hand down to her ankles, and began to push up the cheap
cotton black petticoat she wore.
Alarmed, she reached out for me with her right hand, as she involuntarily
jerked her feet away from me. "Beta ... what are you doing..." she gasped,
her voice baredly audible, even as I grabbed her hand with which she'd
reached out for me, with my left hand, and intertwined my fingers
between hers. "Just for once, aunty ... trust me..." I said in a firm yet
throaty whisper, as I slid closer to her feet on my knees, and once again
began to push up her petticoat up her calves.
As Kalpana aunty shivered and cried out "Ohh...", Jigna reacted with
alacrity and took hold of her mother's other hand. Taking hold of her
mother's left hand in both of hers, Jigna held ito clasped to her, and said
to her simply "Yes, mummy..." nodding her head at her mother.
Gradually, I pushed up Kalpana aunty's old worn petticoat above her
knees, baring her stout fleshy calves, those thick dimpled knees, and
those incredibly heavy thighs. Like most Indian housewives, whose legs
rarely saw the light of the day; her thick fleshy and stocky legs were
distinctly fairer than her arms and face.
As her legs were bared, I knelt forward quickly ran the palm of my right
hand along her thighs, further pushing up her petticoat. "Beta ...
please..." she cried out, as I felt the goosebumps come up on her fleshy
legs, and she attempted to snap her thighs shut. Holding her right hand
firmly in my left, I inserted myself between her knees, and quickly
reached to clasp one of her heavy firm massive 38-C breasts with my
right hand.
Kneading the incredibly firm flesh of her mature breasts with my hand, I
looked into her eyes, and said "Aunty ... just relax please..." my eyes
burning like hot coals, even as my fingers kneaded her tit flesh like
dough. Rubbing my thumb against those thick turgid dark brown pencil
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thick nipples of hers, I just looked at her magnificent heavy body, even as
she shuddered and tried to pull her hands away from mine and Jigna's
grasp.
But since neither of us let go of her hands, she had to contend with just
squirming her torso, and pressing her chin to her shoulders, screwing her
eyes shut, as the sensation of my hands fondling her breasts overtook her
body. "Bettaa..." I heard her groan, screwing her eyes shut, even as I slid
further forward on my knees between her thighs, and brought my face to
her breasts. Thrusting my tongue out, I began to flick it against the thick
erect nipple of her other breasts, my right hand continuing to squeeze
and fondle the other one, even as I held her right hand firmly clasped in
mine, on the side of her thighs.
To Be Continued..
Part - 40
"Ssssss... " I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as her
entire body shivered with the sensations of arousal. It pleased
me immensely to see the kind of effect I had on her by just
licking on her nipples, and I found it surprising how sensitive
she was to something as common place as a man suckling on
her breasts. It went a long way in demonstrating how starved
of loving sex she was, and I loved her for that. Opening my
mouth, I clamped my mouth on her big heavy left breast, and
began to suckle on it like a hungry child. "Ohhh bettaaa ...
betaaa..." she moaned helplessly, even as Jigna watched with a
teenage schoolgirl's awe at the way I was pleasuring her
mother.
From the corner of my eyes, I watched, pleased, as Jigna held
her mother's left hand firmly clasped to her own young budding
breasts, in an involuntary attempt to keep her mother's hand
firmly in her grasp. My cock was rock hard once again, and I
felt the tip of it scrape against the rough fabric of the sofa
below. With a groan, I slid my mouth down her torso, and ran it
along her belly, paying special attention to the deep navel
between the fleshy folds of her belly.
Her entire body shuddered at the feel of my tongue in her belly
button, and I felt her fingers clasp my hand tighter, even as she
bit her lips, and involuntarily arched her back. That was the cue
I was waiting for, and with snake like agility, I quickly
maneuvered my shoulder under her knee, and slid her heavy
right leg on to my left shoulder, causing her thighs to part
further. "Betaaa ... noooo..." I heard her cry out hoarsely, as
she realized what I was about to do, and attempted to clasp
her thighs together once again by starting to pull her left leg
towards me.
To my amazement, the sexy young Jigna immediately grabbed
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hold of her mother's left thigh, and pulled it towards her, firmly
holding it in the crook of her arm. Playing the role of my
assistant to perfection, she said to her mother in a soothing
whisper "Mummy ... yes..." conveying to her with a firm nod of
her head that she too wanted her to subject herself to my
ministrations. Flashing a smile at Jigna, I quickly pushed up
Kalpana aunty's petticoat above her waist, baring the the thick
lips of her mature puffy vagina to my eyes.
"Betaaaa ... please..." I heard Kalpana moan in almost pleading
voice, her face flushed red, and her eyes pleading with me to
let go of her. In response, I just looked into her eyes, and said
thickly "Aunty ... you're the most loving woman I've ever
met..." even as I grazed my fingers gently against the thick
puffy lips of her steaming hot pussy. A convulsive shudder went
through her entire body, as I ran my thumb through the
trimmed hair of cunt, the digit getting instantly wet with the
copious amounts of vaginal fluids she'd already secreted.
In that position, with her right thigh resting on my muscular
shoulders, bent upwards slightly, and her right thigh held firmly
in place by her daughter, I slowly parted with thick puffy lips of
her vagina, and slid my middle finger gently into the hot depths
of her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh..." she groaned, and jerked forward,
nearly pulling her hand free of my grasp, as my middle finger
slid inside the surprisingly tight cavity of her mature 38-year

old cunt.
It never ceased to surprise me how firm Kalpana aunty's cunt
felt despite her age; definitely tighter that that of the sexy 36-
year old Sarla bhabhi. Jigna watched intently, as I began to
deftly manipulate my finger in between her mother's cunt lips,
thrusting my finger in up to my knuckles, and rotating my
finger inside, stimulating the depths of her hot wet cunt! I
noticed the way Jigna inadvertently clasped her own thighs
together, as she watched me finger her mother's cunt steadily.
Beginning to slide my middle finger in and out of her steaming
hot snatch rhythmically, I quickly slid in another finger too, and
marveled at how her cunt muscles seemed to be contracting
around my fingers. I was simultaneously stimulating ther thick
erect clit under the puffy folds of her cunt lips, even as I began
to finger fuck her harder, causing Kalpana aunty to start to
moan steadily.
Without warning, I let go off her hand, and thrusting my hand
under her knee, roughly pushed up her thighs. Even as she
gasped, I thrust my mouth to Kalpana aunty's thick puffy
mature hairy cunt, clamping my mouth on it. For a moment,
the disconcerting thought flashed through my mind that I was
going to suck on a cunt that had only some time back fucked,
rather inadequately, by her husband's limp prick, and had even
been ejaculated in. As the musky, and somewhat unpleasant
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odor of her vagina assailed my nostrils, I held my breath, and

screwing my eyes shut, quickly discarded that thought from my
head.
It was too late in the day to think about that now, and frankly I
was so crazed with lust by now, that I was past caring.
"Ohhhhhhh bettttaaaa ... noooooo..." Kalpana aunty cried out
helplessly, as she felt my tongue begin to probe the depths of
her sopping wet juicy cunt, lapping and sucking on it like a cat
lapping up a bowl of milk.
So copious were the secretions from her vagina, that I felt the
thick sticky fluids, cover my nostrils and lips, and even my chin!
I felt her entire body wrack with convulsions, as her right thigh
clamped down on my head, and her right hand, now free of my
grasp, grabbed hold of my hair, tugging at it painfully. "Yesss,
bhaiyyaa..." I heard the squeaky voice of the teenage Jigna
gasp, as I felt a hand snake up towards my crotch, and soft
fingers grasp my cock, which was straining and scraping
against the underside of the sofa.
"Ummmmm..." I groaned, partly aroused by the sensation of
the hot young Jigna's action of holding my cock, and partly to
relieve my own pent up arousal. Crazed my the immensely
arousing action of Jigna reaching out to stroke my cock, even
as I sucked on her mother's cunt like a man possessed, I
quickly slid both of my middle fingers into Kalpana aunty's

sopping wet cunt once again, beginning to rhythmically finger
fuck her, even as I licked and sucked on her cunt at the same
time.
I felt Kalpana aunty's hips starting to buck convulsively, and
her thighs starting to quiver uncontrollably, and I sensed that
Kalpana aunty, amazingly, was about to have an orgasm now!
Suddenly I felt Jigna let go off my cock, and as I pulled my
mouth away from Kalpana aunty's dripping wet cunt, to look at
what Jigna was up to, I was stunned by the most amazing sight
I'd seen so far this night! The hot lovely Jigna, had stood up,
and had gone to stand next to her mother's shoulder, and was
holding her twisting head in her slender arms, pressed to her
own pert young bosom, comforting her mother, as she thrashed
about in the throes of an impending orgasm!
I had never seen a more amazing sight than seeing this sexy
young 16-year old teenage school girl, cradling her mother's
head against her own firm ripe 32-B breasts, and gently
caressing her heaving heavy 38-C breasts with her soft hands,
in an attempt to comfort her! As I watched open mouthed,
Kalpana aunty's eyes which were screwed shut, biting her lips,
fluttered open, and she looked at me with an expression of
unadulterated desire. "Take me now, beta ... take me..." she
hissed in an almost dazed voice, urging me with even her eyes
to fuck her now.
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"Hnnnhh..." I groaned, unable to speak, as I heard Jigna add in

a low husky whisper of her own "Yes, bhaiyya ... do it to
mummy now ... please..." her voice aroused yet imploring, as
she almost begged me with her eyes to fuck her mother now.
Unable to take it anymore, I roughly pushed Kalpana aunty's
thick stocky legs up towards her torso, allowing them to bend
at the knees, as I got up on one knee, and positioned my
straining rock hard cock at the entrance of her waiting cunt. I
paused for a moment, letting the swollen blood gorged
mushroom-shaped tip of my cock nudge against her wet puffy
cunt lips, and looked hungrily into her eyes.
"Betaaaa ... please ... don't torment me anymore..." Kalpana
aunty moaned helplessly, involuntarily thrusting her hips
upwards in a futile attempt to suck my cock into her thick cunt.
"Please, bhaiyyaa..." I heard Jigna's ragged whisper, sounding
almost as if it was her tight young pussy that I was about to
shove my rock hard cock into. With a last glance at Jigna's
flushed aroused wide-eyed face, I thrust my hips forward,
sending my swollen cock spearing into Kalpana aunty's hot wet
cunt.
I felt Kalpana aunty's whole body go stiff, as her hand grabbed
hold of my fore arm with superhuman strength, and her mouth
opened wide in one prolonged silent cry of ecstasy. I felt her
hot cunt muscles clasp my rigid cock like vacuum chamber, and
her broad heavy hips, defying gravity, lifted themselves straight
off the couch. "Aaaaaaaannnnngggggghhhhh..." I heard her
emit a prolonged cry of sheer unadulterated ecstasy, as she
threw her head back violently, and clenched my fore arm in a
vice like grip.
Even before I could pull my cock back and start ramming into
her, I felt her cunt begin to contract spasmodically, and her
entire torso twist at an impossible angle, as she thrust her free
hand into her mouth and bit into her hand, in an attempt to
stifle the animal like cry that threatened to explode from her
lungs. Incredibly, this 38-year old woman was having her
orgasm, just as my cock had entered her. I watched dazed, as
she bit her lips, and let out another animal like cry of
"Eeeeeeeennnffffff..." unable to control herself as multiple pent
up orgasms ravaged her heavy sexy body.
I just held my cock buried in her cunt, willing myself to stop my
cock from exploding inside her, as her cunt went berserk on my
cock, creating incredible sensations of contraction on my rock
hard penis. After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm
subsided, and her eyes fluttered open. Two large dollops of
tears rolled down the sides of her eyes, down her cheeks, as
she looked at me helplessly, her mouth open, taking in deep
lungfuls of breath.
"Ohhhh betttaa ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry..." she almost cried,
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extending one hand towards me, as if begging me to hold her

hand. Alarmed, I took her hand in mind, and asked in a soft
concerned voice "Aunty ... what happened ... why' are you... ?"
my eyes conveying my alarm. I couldn't, for the heck of it,
fathom why she was apologizing to me. "Betaa..." she cried in a
barely audible voice " ... I couldn't control ... I'm sorry ... I'm
sorry..." burying her face in her hands.
"Ohh, aunty..." I exclaimed, marveling at how this woman could
think about my pleasure even now, as I reached out to
embrace her, my cock still buried in her cunt. "I wanted you to,
aunty ... I wanted you to..." I said repeatedly, caressing her
broad back, as she clung on to me, burying her face in my
chest. As she raised her head from my chest, I began to pull
out of her, when she grabbed hold of my shoulders, and said in
a fierce whisper "No, beta ... no ... I want you to ... I want you
to..." unable to complete her sentence, her eyes conveying the
rest.
To Be Continued..
Part - 41
"Oh, aunty ... it's ok..." I began to protest, even as she caught hold of my
face by the side, and said in a thick voice, dripping with emotion "If you
love me, beta ... I want you to ... if you love me..." her eyes wide and
boring into mine. Embarrassed at her uninhibited display of love, I
glanced at Jigna, who was watching us attentively, her lips parted. When
she caught my glace, she swallowed, and sliding towards me quickly,
pressed herself to my side, causing her ripe young breasts to press
against my shoulders.
Placing her small tender palm on my back, she said in a soft whisper
"Yes, bhaiyya..." nodding her head, and urging me in her own sexily
innocent way, to fuck her mother. That did it for me, and with a groan, I
repositioned myself on the other knee. "Yes, beta..." I heard Kalpana
aunty whisper, her voice thick with anticipation, as she gazed at me
intently. Like a beast let loose of its leash, I rammed my hip forward, and
began to savagely fuck Kalpana aunty's thick willing cunt, enjoying the
feel of my cock being squeezed by her cunt muscles, as she put in all her
experience in milking my cock inside her cunt.
I watched, with a dazed expression, at the way her heavy firm fleshy
breasts wobbled and shook, as my hips slapped into her pelvis, sending
my almost ready to burst cock, ramming into her moist cunt. Within no
time, I felt my balls contract, and I threw my head back, feeling the hot
steaming semen begin to boil, my cock expanding to unbearable extents.
"Yesss, betaaa..." I heard Kalpana aunty gasp, as the breath was expelled
from her lungs with each thrust of mine, as she too felt my cock expand
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within the confines of her incredibly hot cunt.

"Auntieeee..." I cried out through clenched teeth " ... I'm ... I'm
cumminnggg..." feeling the semen begin to course through the veins of
my cock. Not wanting to ejaculate inside her in front of her daughter, I
began to pull my cock out of her cunt, only to be stopped by Kalpana
aunty. Wrapping her thick calves around my buttocks, she shook her
head, and said "No, beta ... I want you to..." letting her eyes say the rest,
even as she pulled me towards her pelvis with her legs.
"No aunty ... I shouldn't..." I muttered, exercising the last drop of
restraint inside me, as I shook my head and said " ... not without a
condom, aunty ... not without a condom..." looking into her eyes, and
indicating towards Jigna, who was watching this attentively, wide eyed
and open mouthed. Realizing what I was trying to do, Kalpana aunty
blinked her eyes rapidly, and whispered "Uhh ... yes ... you're right, beta
... you're right..." her eyes conveying my gratitude to me for setting an
example in front of her impressionable teenage daughter.
As I pulled my jerking, quivering, ready to explode cock from her vagina,
Kalpana aunty said to me "Come here, beta..." pulling me to my feet, as
she said that. As I stood up, my cock swollen painfully, and standing
rigidly in front of her like a hot steel rod, she gently took it in her hand. I
had to stifle a groan as she held my slimy bursting cock gingerly, as her
touch itself almost made me come.
As Kalpana aunty began to stroke my cock, and leaned forward with an
intent to take my cock into her mouth at the same time, I heard Jigna
speak in a barely audible squeak "Mummy ... can I... ?" looking at her
mother with an aroused expression on her face, her eyes conveying the
rest. It took me a moment to realize that this sexy young teenage school
girl was asking her mother if she could jerk me off. Kalpana aunty, clearly
unsettled, took a moment to react, before glancing up at me. Then
suddenly, she smiled warmly, at said to her daughter softly "Of course,
beta ... but just be gentle..." as she lovingly guided her daughter's small
soft hands to my swollen quivering manhood.
"Ohhhhh..." I groaned, as I felt Jigna's soft hands on my impossibly
swollen cock, and I reached out to grab hold of her head as she knelt by
the side of my legs. Pressing her face to my thighs, I watched, crazed with
lust, as the sexy teenage Jigna began to almost gingerly stroke my cock,
watching it with rapt attention, her lips slightly parted, as the swollen
cock head, reddened further with the blood pumped into it.
As Jigna gingerly stroked my cock, Kalpana aunty placed her hand
lovingly on my thighs, and pulled me closer to her, till my cock was just
in front of her face. Without a word, she leaned forward, and opening her
mouth, took the swollen mushroom-shaped tip of my cock into her loving
mouth, even as her daughter continued to stroke the shaft. That did it for
me, and with an animal like grunt, I threw my head back, and let my cock
spew out its hot boiling semen. I felt Kalpana aunty gasp as the first hot
burst of my boiling ejaculation spurted out of the slit of my cock inside
her mouth.
Aghast, I instinctively pulled myself away from her, causing my cock to
slip out of her mouth, even as Jigna let out a soft girlish cry of surprise,
as my jerking cock spewed forth thick ropey wads of semen, in burst after
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burst. Dazed, I watched as the second burst landed on Kalpana aunty's

chest and dribbled down to her huge fleshy breasts, and the third, in my
convulsive jerks, landed on the lovely Jigna's face. "Ohhhh ... I'm so
sorrryyy..." I cried out in alarm at having come on the loving Jigna's face
right in front of her mother, and began to pull her hand away from my
cock, which was still holding on to it determinedly.
"Bhaiyyyaa ... it's ok..." I heard the hot Jigna utter in almost a whisper, as
she refused to let go off my cock, and watched, almost lovingly, as the last
few spurts of my ejaculation, landed on her slender shoulders, neck, and
lovely young breasts. As I almost fell forward helplessly, my body drained
of fluids and energy, limply resting one hand on Kalpana aunty's broad
shoulder, and the other on Jigna's slender one, I heard Kalpana aunty
gently tell Jigna "Now you can let go of it, beta..." indicating to her to let
go off my already dropping cock.
As Jigna gingerly let go off my cock, her hands slimy with my cum,
Kalpana aunty caressed my thighs and said to me softly "Beta ... it's ok ...
it's ok..." soothing me with her soft voice, trying to reassure me that it
was ok that I had come on her daughter. My head swimming with the
effort, I somehow stumbled on to the sofa, by the side of Kalpana aunty,
even as I felt Jigna come and sit by my side, quickly wrapping her arms
around my shoulders, and cradling my limp head against her chest.
Breathing heavily, my chest heaving, as I felt my face being cradled
against the soft pliant flesh of Jigna's teenage breasts, I found myself
sending up a silent prayer to the Gods of Love. As Jigna caressed my
chest gently, the motherly instincts of the girl taking over, I felt Kalpana
aunty also lean towards me, and place a soft hand on my thighs,
caressing them, as I felt the firmness of her heavy mature breasts press
against my shoulder. As I sat between these two incredibly loving
women, drained and struggling to restore my breath, I thought to myself
"Well, if this isn't heaven ... I don't know what is..."
To my own amazement, I felt my eyes begin to close, and my head begin
to swim. I couldn't recollect the last time I'd had such an intense orgasm.
The last thing I heard before my drooping eyelids closed, was Jigna
asking her mother in a concerned girlish voice "Is bhaiyya OK, mummy...
?" Just the sound of her voice made me smile dreamily, even as I barely
heard Kalpana aunty reply softly "Yes, beta ... he's just ... just tired
now..." almost smiling at her daughter, as she sought to allay her
innocent and incredibly loving daughter's concern for me, before I
drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning, my throat parched with thirst. It took me a
few moments to get my bearings; and when I squinted through half
closed eyes, I could see bright morning sunlight streaming through the
windows. My body ached, and I wondered what was wrong with my bed,
as I groaned and sat up. That's when I realized where I was, and the
events of the past night came rushing back to me. Aghast, I looked down
at my torso, and was surprised to see that not only was I fully clothed in
the t-shirt and shorts that Kalpana aunty had lent me, but a sheet had
also been put over me. I hadn't even realized when Kalpana aunty had
put the clothes on me during the night.
"Good morning..." I heard a cheerful voice from across the room, and
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when I looked, I saw Jatin bhai beaming at me, a big smile on his
cherubic face, as she sat on the sofa near the door, reading a newspaper.
"Uh ... good morning, uncle..." I mumbled, as I glanced at the clock and
realized it was past 9:30 in the morning. Just as I was cursing myself for
having overslep, I saw Kalpana aunty enter the living room, carrying a
tray with a hot steaming cup of tea for me. "Did you sleep well, beta... ?"
she asked me cheerfully, as she handed me the cup of tea. "Uhh ... yes,
aunty ... thanks..." I mumbled awkwardly, unable to meet her eyes, as I
felt my cock stiffen straightaway, thinking about the events of last night.
As I sipped on my tea, I saw that Kalpana aunty was still standing there.
When I glanced up at her, I saw that she was gazing at me, an
affectionate smile on her face. Whatever apprehensions I had about the
occurrences of last night, partly dissipated, when I saw the radiance on
Kalpana aunty's face. She seemed to have had her bath already, and her
wet hair was tied with a thin cotton towel to absorb the remaining
moisture.
"I tried to wake you up in the morning..." she began, still smiling fondly "
... to take you to the bedroom so that you could sleep comfortably ... but
you were so deep in sleep ... I didn't want to disturb you..." her voice
gentle. "Uh ... thanks aunty ... I had a sound sleep..." I mumbled,
returning her smile awkwardly. "Good..." Jatin bhai beamed, as he added
" ... then why don't you freshen up quickly ... so we can have breakfast ... I
was waiting for you only..." running his hand over his big pot belly, a
stupid grin on his face. I got up and stretched, and headed towards their
bathroom, which was in the small courtyard behind their house.

Just as I was splashing water on my face, I sensed someone at the open
door of the bathroom. Kalpana aunty stood there, clutching a clean white
towel. "Here, beta..." she said, extending the towel to me. I was still
extremely uncomfortable in her presence, and avoided looking at her as I
took the proferred towel, and mumbled my thanks. "Jigna also tried to
wake you up before she left for school..." Kalpana aunty said softly,
gazing at me lovingly. "Oh..." was all I was able to manager, as I finished
wiping my face, and hung up the towel on a hook behind the bathroom
door. She made no attempt to let me pass, and just stood there at the
door, gazing at me with an enigmatic expression on her face. We stood
there awkwardly in silence for a few moments before I found my voice
and said "Uh ... aunty ... I know you must hate me for what happened
yesterday..."
Before I could complete my sentence, she was next to me in a flash, and
had her index finger on my lips. "Shhh, beta ... aisa nahi bolte..." she said
in a soft voice, her large eyes on mine, and her other hand resting on my
chest. "It was a very special night for me..." she continued in a soft voice
soft " ... and for Jigna too..." her voice a barely audible whisper. As I
struggled to find something to say to her, she added "And, beta ... I know
how much you care about us ... and I know that you will never hurt me ...
or Jigna..." coming closer to me till I could feel her heavy body almost
touching mine.
Clutching my hand and placing it on her magnificent bosom, she said
with some emotion "I trust you, beta ... and ... I know that in your hands
... my daughter is safe..." her pudgy hand pressing my palm to the firm
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mass of her breasts under the saree. My cheeks flushed red, and I could
feel a lump come up in my throat. Swallowing, I looked into her eyes, and
said "I promise you, aunty ... that I will never ever break your trust ... and
... that I will always ... always take care of Jigna..." my voice a husky
whisper. "I know, beta ... I know..." she replied immediately, that wide
smile creasing her broad weather-beaten face again. On an instinct, I just
leaned forward and kissed her softly on her forehead, a gesture which
caused her to face to flush with genuine joy. With that, she stepped back,
and I headed to their bedoom to change into my clothes.
As I peeled off the t-shirt I was wearing, I saw something fall out of the t-
shirt. Intrigued, I bent down to pick it up, and realized that it was a small
piece of folded paper. Opening it, I saw that it was a message for me from
the sexy Jigna, written with a pencil in her rather clumsy hand writing. "I
love you, bhaiyya!" it said simply. I stared at this little piece of paper for a
minute, a range of emotions coursing through me. Suddenly, I felt
disgusted with myself for leading on this young impressionable girl like
this, and crumpling the piece of paper, flung it away in disgust to one
corner of the room. I was furious with myself, as I threw off the shorts I
was wearing, and changed into my own clothes. As I brushed my
disheveled hair into some semblance of order, I caught the reflection of
the crumpled ball of paper in the other corner of the room.
Jigna's tender face, her wide eyes, and the expression of hurt in her eyes,
if she saw the piece of paper lying there in the room, flashed before my
eyes. With an audible groan, I dropped the hair brush on the night stand,
and went to pick up the crumpled of paper. With a sigh, I straightened

the paper, and smoothened the crumples on it. Shaking my head, I folded
it carefully, and put it inside one of the inside pockets of my wallet. "Just
don't screw this one up, boy ... just don't screw this one up..." I heard a
voice inside my head tell me, as I took a deep breath and re-entered their
living room. After a hearty breakfast, during which the annoying Jatin
bhai tried his best to convince me on why I should be investing money in
the stock market, I took leave of this incredible household, and headed
home.
Upon reaching home, I hit the shower straightaway, and spent a long
time under it, as if trying to wash away the 'sins' I had committed the
previous night. All of a sudden, I missed my parents. I was beginning to
get tired of living alone, and was beginning to feel rather lonely. On the
one hand, I was in a position that would be the envy of many, with
numerous carnal relationships being established with the women and
girls living around the vicinity. But on the other hand, I also knew that I
was treading on thin ground, and that the bubble could burst as easily as
it had formed.
As I came out of the shower, toweling myself dry, I made up my mind
that I would get out of the house at any cost today, and spend the day
with some of my friends, whom I had not caught up with in quite some
time. With that in mind, I settled down in the couch in the living room,
and called up my closest friend. To my disappointment, he was not at
home, and his mother had no idea what time he would be back. One after
the other, I called up all of the guys who were still in town. As luck would
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Adultery Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) by

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Part - 42
Cursing my luck, I flung the little diary in which I'd noted down all my
friends' phone numbers, on to the corner table. That's when I noticed a
little piece of folded paper fall out of the diary. Picking up the paper, I
realized it was the number of the sales girl Sapna, who worked at the
small boutique store run by my father's friend. I had almost forgotten

about her, and in the kind of mood I was in today, it seemed to be a
perfect day to catch up with her again. Just as I began to dial her
number, I reaized that she had told me when she gave her number that
she got back from work only after 7 pm. Placing the handset back in the
cradle, I sat back in the couch, wondering what to do next.
After a moment's thought, I decided that I would just go to the store on
the pretext of picking up some stuff for myself. Brightening at the
thought, I got up and went up to my room to change. Within no time, I
was zooming on my bike towards the center of the city, where my dad's
friend store was located. It was nearing half past eleven in the morning
when I reached the store. Parking my bike and locking my helmet in
place, I walked into the store. The cool air conditioned environment
inside was a welcome change to the oppressive heat outside, and just as I
walked in, the store manager jumped out of his seat, the usual big smile
of welcome on his face. "Welcome, sir ... welcome..." he greeted me
effusively, pumping my hand vigorously.
As I returned his greetings, he asked "Today you have come alone only,
sir..." a classical salesman's designed-to-please smile on his face. "Yes,
today I have come alone..." meeting his eye, and returning his smile " ...
to see if there's something I can get in your store for myself..." Before I
could complete, he exclaimed "Oh, of course sir, of course ... we have
many brands here which you will like ... I'm sure you will find something
to your taste..." grabbing me by my hand and leading me inside. As he led
me to the small reception area of his store, he called for a cold drink to be
bought for me.
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As I looked around, wondering where the sexy Sapna was, I said casually
"Actually, I have never ever looked at the men's section in your store ... so
it will help if you could get someone to help me select..." my voice even,
as I sipped on the cold drink. "Of course, sir ... of course..." he replied
enthusiastically. After a brief pause, he added "Shall I ask the same girl
who helped you last time, sir ... Sapna..." his tone a little odd, and a hint
of a smile on his face. I scrutinized his expression for a brief moment,
trying to make out if he had figured out my interest in his employee.
Seeing no semblance of ridicule in his eyes, I replied coolly "Yes, that
would be fine..." finishing my cold drink, and holding out the empty
glass, which he took from my hand with alacrity.
Just as he called out for Sapna, the other young male sales attendant,
who was standing attentively there, said to him softly "Sir, Sapna is with
that lady customer who came in some time back..." The boy seemed to be
of about my age, and seemed to be working here during his summer
break to earn some pocket money. Turning to him with annoyance, the
store manager said "Arree ... you go and tell Sapna to come here
immediately ... and you go attend to that lady ... as such itself she comes
here only to waste our time ... never buys anything..." the last sentence
said with a smile towards me.
"Yes, sir..." the salesboy mumbled, as he hastened up the stairs, probably
happy that he could attend to a lady customer, as against the men whom
he usually had to attend to. As the salesboy went up, the store manager
turned to me, and said in his inimitable designed-to-please style "In fact,
only yesterday I was telling Sapna that it has been many days since
Jignesh bhai paid a visit to our store..." smiling broadly at me. I muttered
something in response, as I began to walk around the display area on the
ground floor, which was mostly for leather accessories, designer watches,
and imported perfumes. As I was engrossed in checking out some of the
watches on display, I heard a soft feminine voice behind me.
Turning around, I saw the young salesgirl Sapna standing there, her
hands clasped together in front of her, and a pleasant smile on her face.
Her eyes were lit up with pleasure, as she greeted me with a "Hello, sir..."
Smiling back at her in return, I replied "Hello, Sapna..." as I put the
watch that I had been inspecting, back in the display case. As always, she
was dressed in the ubiquitous salesgirl's uniform of a black women's
trouser, tastelfully cut, and a simple white collared and buttoned, full
sleeved top. "Sapna ... today Jignesh sir is here to look at some things for
himself, so you please attend to him well..." the store manager instructed
her formally for my benefit, the omnipresent smile never leaving his face.
"Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." Sapna replied, her eyes on me, even as she
couldn't help but smile with pleasure at me. "Please, sir ... Sapna will
escort you now..." the store manager said, waving his hand in the
direction of the first floor, where the men's section was. Nodding my
thanks, I followed Sapna up the stairs to the first floor. As I climbed the
stairs, I couldn't help notice how sexy her tight compact butt looked
inside the well fitting formal women's trouser that she was wearing. At
this distance, I could also make out the outline of her panties through the
fabric of her trousers.
This boutique was housed in what used to be a large two storeyed
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independent bungalow owned by my father's friend. Some of the walls

separating the rooms had been pulled down to convert into a store. While
the ground floor housed the reception and billing area, and the
accessories section I mentioned earlier, the first floor housed the
garments section, the men's and women's sections being separate. Access
to the first floor was by way of an ornate spiral staircase from the large
hall in the ground floor, and it was on these stairs that I was following
Sapna upwards.
As I followed Sapna up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how firm and
sexy her 21-year old body was under her salesgirl's uniform. Just as we
reached the large hall that housed the men's section on the first floor,
Sapna turned towards me and said "It is very nice to see you, sir ... after
so many days..." smiling pleasantly. "Same here, Sapna..." I replied,
smiling back at her, even as I looked her in the eye. We were now in the
men's section which was lined with large racks with rows of men's
clothings lined up neatly by size.
The good thing about this store was that since it was a speciality
boutique, and rather upmarket at that, very few people came here. The
clientele were mostly regulars, and marketing was purely by word of
mouth. Much to my relief, there was no other customer in the men's
section at this time. As Sapna saw me assess the garments, she said in a
hesitating voice "Um ... sir, to be frank with you ... we don't have much
variety for men here ... because most customers here are ladies only..." an
almost apologetic tone to her voice.
Deciding it was time to make my move, I moved close to her and said in a
soft voice "Sapna ... to be frank with you too ... I did not come here to buy
anything ... I came here to meet you..." winking at her as I said that. The
color rushed to her cheeks as she heard this, and with an embarrassed
smile, she replied "Oh, sir ... I thought you had forgotten about me..." her
voice low, as she threw a furtive glance towards the door of the hall. She
had begun to subconsciously fidget with the collar of her white long-
sleeved top; even as I took my time taking a good look at her body under
her clothes.
She was barely 21, probably just out of college, and had a slim medium-
sized body. Judging by the firm swell of her breasts under the top, I
estimated that she probably wore a 32-B size bra, which had padded
cups. Her figure was sufficiently curvy, her torso narrowing to a slender
waist, and then flaring out into relatively wider hips, adorned by a tight
compact butt. Her thighs filled the legs of the trousers well, and she wore
a pair of simple black sandals on her feet.
As I appraised her body, I saw her nervously push back a stray strand of
hair from her face, the hair being tied behind her head in a simple pony.
Moving closer to her purposefully, I placed my right hand on her waist,
and said "No, Sapna ... I did not forget you..." squeezing the flesh on her
waist gently, as I looked her in the eye, a hint of a smile on her face. Had
I dared to touch any other salesgirl in a store like this, I'd have probably
got a tight slap by now.
But I knew fully well that this girl would do no such thing. Irrespective of
whether she liked me or not, given the fact that over my last three visits, I
had paid her almost 3,000/- rupees by way of tips, I knew very well that
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she would not do anything to displease me. "Sir..." I heard her whisper
softly, as her eyes flew nervously to the opening of the hall, afraid of
either her boss or her colleague spotting us. "Sir..." she continued " ... I ...
uhh ... get free at 7 pm ... after that I am free..." her voice tentative.
"Hmm..." I muttered in response, contemplating on whether I should
take up her offer.
"And by what time do you have to get back home... ?" I asked her, still
keeping my left hand on her slender waist. "I don't have a house here,
sir..." she replied, looking at me even as she continued to fidget, but
making no attempt to pull away. "I live in a hostel, sir..." she added.
"Hmm ... OK..." I replied, still unable to decide on whether I should plan
to take her out. Squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, I said "Where
would you like to go, Sapna... ?" smiling at her affably. "Ohh ... anywhere
you like, sir ... anywhere..." she replied immediately, blushing a bit as she
smiled back at me.
"Alright ... then let's go out for dinner..." I said, making up my mind " ...
if you don't mind, that is..." once again smiling at her pleasantly. "Oh, of
course ... sure, sir..." she blurted out, the surprise and pleasure evident
on her face. She was a somewhat dark girl, and as I gazed at her, I felt a
strong longing to possess her. She seemed to be thinking of something,
so I asked "Why ... is there a problem... ?"
She hesitated before answering "No, sir ... of course not ... it's just that
I'm ... I'm not properly dressed ... I mean ... I will be in my uniform, sir..."
touching her collar self-consciously once again. Hearing this, I smiled
and said "Don't bother about that ... after all, it's not your clothes that I
care about ... it's about you..." squeezing the slender taut flesh of her
waist once again. She blushed once again at my remark, and even though
she continued fidgeting with her collar, I could see that she was visibly
pleased.
Just as I finished, I heard voices from the other section, and said aloud
"Umm ... can you show me some jeans..." making sure my voice was loud
enough to be heard in the other section too. "Oh sure, sir..." Sapna
replied quickly, as she bustled towards one of the racks where row upon
rows of denims were stacked neatly. Glancing at the opening of the hall, I
saw that the lady customer who was already in the store when I reached,
was heading down, followed by the salesboy who followed her like an
obedient school kid.
Walking towards the landing area, from where one could look at the hall
on the ground floor, I saw that two more women had come into the store,
and the store manager was engaged in attending to them pick some
fashion accessories, even as the lady from the first floor busied herself
with looking over stuff too. Even though I'd set up the date with Sapna,
it'd have looked odd if I left without picking up anything. So, I too busied
myself looking through the stacks of designer jeans that were on display.
Though I was quite good at helping others shop, I was quite poor when it
came to selecting anything for my own self. Turning to Sapna, I said
"Why don't you select a few pairs of jeans for me ... I'm not good at
selecting clothes for myself..." smiling at her once again.
"Sure, sir ... sure..." she replied enthusiastically. "Umm ... your waist size
is 30 ... right sir... ?" she asked. "I guess so ... but I'm not sure..." I replied
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" ... why don't you check... ?" keeping a straight face. She had sized me up
perfectly and I knew that my waist size was 30, but I still wanted her to
measure.
"Sure, sir..." she replied automatically, reaching into the pocket of her
black formal tight-fitting trousers to pull out the ubiquitous measuring
tape. Unwinding the tape, she looked at me and said "Umm ... sir ... could
you... ?" indicating to me that she wanted me to lift my shirt up so that
she could measure my waist. I was wearing a pair of old faded jeans with
a checked half-sleeved shirt left untucked. Leaning forward, she
proceeded to run the measuring tape around my waist, her eyes taking in
the tautness of my belly, and the beginning of those elusive abdominal
packs that I'd been working on developing.
As she bent forward, the neck of her white collared three-quarter sleeved
top fell forward, giving me a view of her neckline and black bra she wore
underneath to support her firm medium-sized breasts. Almost instantly,
I felt my cock stiffen, and I was tempted to thrust my hand inside the
neckline of her top to cup her breasts. "Yes, sir ... it's 30..." she said, as
she let go of one end of the tape, and straightened. As she straightened,
she caught me glancing at her cleavage, and once again blushed visibly;
the color rushing to her dark face.
"And you must be 32... 32-B..." I said to her with a grin, winking at her.
This time, she blushed even more violently, and her right hand
automatically flew to the top most button of her white top, even as she
looked at me with a mixture of surprise, shame, and pleasure. We were in
between two large full-height racks of clothes, and even though there was
no one else in the men's section, there was always the risk of someone
coming. "Let me see if I'm right..." I continued, smiling at her
suggestively, even as she inadvertently began to bite her lips. Without a
word, I reached out for her with my left hand, and clutching her waist,
pulled her closer to me.
"Sir..." I heard her whisper, accompanied by a sharp intake of air, even as
she nervously glanced down the aisle to check if anyone else was there.
As I held her inches away from me, my hand resting on her waist, I
looked into her eyes intently and said "Do you mind, Sapna... ?" my voice
low. "No ... no, sir..." she said in a barely audible whisper, even as I felt
her body tense, and her breath quicken. Without another word, I reached
up with my right hand, and gently placed my palm on the swell of her
breast under that white collared uniform top of hers.
Part - 43
I heard the sharp intake of breath and her body went stiff, as I
placed my hand on her firm breast through the top, and gently
ran it over her breasts, feeling the firmness of it through her
padded bra. Feeling the near perfect roundness of her firm
young breasts, I said "You have a lovely figure, Sapna..." my
voice thick with arousal. "Thank ... thank you, sir..." she replied
automatically, her voice a thick whisper as she kept glancing
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down the aisle nervously. I was sorely tempted to rip open the
buttons of her top and feast on her breasts. Instead, I slid my
right hand down her torso, feeling the curves of her slender
waist, till it came to rest on the compact butt encased inside
those figure-hugging black formal trousers of hers. She had an
incredibly firm butt, and as my fingers automatically closed to
squeeze the taut muscles of her butt, I simultaneously slid my
left hand upwards.
Gently lifting her dark beautiful face, I gazed at her for a while,
watching her eyes flutter, her lips quiver, and her breath
coming out in short shallow gasps. Without a word, I leant
forward, and gently pressed my lips to hers. I felt her entire
body go stiff once again, and her hands automatically clutched
my waist. The touch of my lips seemed to switch on something
inside her, and with a soft moan, she closed her eyes and
pressed herself to me; wrapping her arms around my back in
the process. Pleasantly surprised, I then proceeded to kiss her
gently, probing her lips with my tongue, and then gently easing
my tongue into her mouth.
As our tongues intertwined, I heard another soft moan escape
her. Responding with fervor, she began to kiss me back
passionately, parting her lips wider, and pressing her firm
young body against mine. The bulge of my cock was now firmly
wedged against her taut belly, and as she pressed herself

against me, I felt my cock stiffen and grow larger inside the
confines of my briefs. Not wanting to let things get out of hand,
I gently pulled my lips away from hers. A soft sigh escaped her
lips, and she just stood there leaning against me, her head
thrown back slightly, her eyes closed, and her lips parted; as if
not wanting the moment to end.
"Sapna..." I whispered to her softly, caressing her cheeks.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she seemed to emerge
from her dreamy stupor. I'd never known another girl to get so
turned on by just a kiss. She seemed to have lost her bearings
momentarily, and as her eyes focused on me; I saw the color
rush to her dark face once again. As I let go of her, she hastily
pulled away, mumbling "Sorry, sir..." suddenly ashamed of her
behavior. "Don't be..." I said simply, smiling at her, and
reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I'll see you in the evening,
alright... ?" I said with a smile, watching her nervousness with
some amusement.
"Unnhh..." she mumbled, nodding her head in the affirmative,
unable to speak. It was just about time, for I heard voices
behind the rack of clothes that we stood, ostensibly of some
other customer who had come in. Randomly picking up two
pairs of jeans, I said to her "OK ... I think I'll take these two..."
my voice loud enough for whoever had walked in. "Sure, sir..."
Sapna replied with a smile, recovering from her stupor by now.
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As I turned to walk away, I heard her say behind me "Sir..." I

turned around to look at her, as she slowly walked up to me.
Nervously pushing back a stray stand of hair, she looked into
my eyes and said "Sir ... are you ... are you serious ... about ...
about meeting me in the evening... ?" her voice quavering. Just
that kiss seemed to have switched on something inside her, and
all her professionalism seemed to have disappeared, as she
looked into my eyes with those dark beautiful eyes of hers.
Tilting my head to one side, I reached out to touch her cheek
again, and replied "Yes, Sapna ... I'm serious ... very serious..."
a warm smile on my face. Her quavering lips broke into a smile
at that, and I could see something like relief mixed with
pleasure was over her face.
"OK, sir..." she replied simply, as she dropped her gaze. Taking
the two pairs of jeans from hand, she said "I will help you get
this billed, sir..." trying her level best to resume her
professional demeanor. She stopped midway, and turned
around. Clutching the clothes, she looked into my eyes, and
said in a serious tone "Sir ... please ... please don't tip me
today..." her voice unsteady, as she looked at me with a serious
expression. In response, I just nodded, realizing that to tip her
now would seem like an insult to her. My respect for her had
just gone up by a few notches, and inwardly I was very pleased
she'd said that. After paying for my purchases at the counter, I

left the store and headed back home.
As I rode back, I wondered what I would to kill the time till
evening. It was nearing 3:00 in the afternoon and the sun was
beating down mercilessly. Feeling thirsty, I decided to stop at a
shop that I used to frequent as a school goer for a cold drink.
The shop was run by a local cooperative society and was very
popular with school kids since they sold most stuff a little below
the MRP. It was located on the corner of a tree-lined road that
housed most of the educational institutes in the city. Even
though that was not the route to my house, I decided to go
there as I enjoyed sitting on the wooden benches next to the
shop, under the cool shade of trees.
As I parked my bike and slung my helmet over the handle bar, I
saw that there were a bunch of school students standing by
their bicycles next to the shop, enjoying some ice candies in
that hot summer afternoon. I was reminded of my own school
days when we used to frequent this place for a 'treat' of the
delicious orange ice candies. As I walked up towards the shop, I
saw Mayuri ben's daughter, Amisha, in the group, chatting
away gaily with a group of boys and girls. Someone from the
group would have recognized me, for suddenly Amisha turned
around with a squeal of "Hiii bhaiyyaa..." and bounded up
towards me.
Pleasantly surprised, I grinned broadly as I replied "Hi,
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Amisha..." even as I scanned the group to see if there were any

of the other girls I'd met at her birthday party. The first girl I
noticed was Amisha's best friend, the sexy Barbie-doll like
Krutika. As Amisha invited me to join their group, I also
realized that there were two other girls whom I'd met at the
birthday party. One was the skinny Punjabi girl by the name of
Gunjan, who was always giggling, and with whom I'd flirted
lavishly at the party.
The other was the slim, dark Mallu girl, Mini, whom I'd kissed
secretly in Mayuri ben's kitchen, and who turned me on
immensely. After getting myself a Thums Up, I followed Amisha
to where the other girls stood by their bicycles, licking on their
ice candies. "Girls ... I hope you all remember Jignesh
bhaiya..." Amisha announced as she led me to the group. There
were smiles and answers of 'yes' all round. "Hello ladies..." I
greeted them cheerfully, eliciting laughs and giggles from all of
them.
There were a few other boys and girls too, whom I didn't know,
and as Amisha introduced me to them, I greeted each one of
them with a cheerful hello. They were already through with
their ice candies, and were all standing around in a group,
when I announced "How about another round of ice cream... ?"
smiling broadly at all of them. Except for Krutika, who
responded immediately, her face lighting up with a smile, the

rest just stood there fidgeting, looking at each other.
I realized that most of the others would have probably
exhausted their pocket money for the day, and hence were
awkward. "It's a treat from me..." I added immediately, smiling
broadly at all of them. Everybody smiled at that, and without
waiting for an answer, I turned around and began to walk up
the shop counter. Krutika was the first to follow me, and was
soon followed by the others. There was the usual chatter about
who wanted what flavor, and there was further confusion and
much debate when we realized that the shop keeper had run
out of many of the popular flavors.
Those days, vanilla ice cream scoops in a tall glass full of a cola
like Thums Up, commonly known as 'Float Pepsi" was very
popular among teenagers. When I suggested that, everyone let
out a loud hoot of assent, and agreed readily. Amisha was by
my side all the time, clutching my arm, and leading me around,
as if trying to let everyone know whose friend I was in the first
place. And as we stood around the parked bicycles, enjoying
our ice cream & cola mix, I couldn't help but notice how sexy
she always looked to me in that school uniform of hers
comprising of a beige knee-length pleated skirt, a white half-
sleeved shirt, and a dark brown tie, loosened at the neck with
the top button of the shirt undone. I also loved the way she
would brush her firm young breasts under the shirt, against my
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arm, on the pretext of saying something to me.

After finishing their ice cream, the ones from the group, whom
I had not known earlier, thanked me politely, and asked for
permission to leave. As that group walked to their bicycles,
Amisha excused herself and went to talk to one of the girls
from that group. As was usually the case after having ice cream
on a hot sunny afternoon, I felt thirsty, and walked up the shop
counter to buy a bottle of packaged drinking water. As I waited
at the counter, as the shop keeper got a bottle of chilled water
from the refrigerator, I saw Krutika come up to me.
Now Krutika had to be the sexiest school girl I had ever known,
with flawless milky white complexion, a lovely figure, and an
incredibly pretty Barbie-doll like face. Unlike the usually
shapeless uniforms of most school girls, hers was tailored
impeccably and fitted her structure beautifully. She even
walked with the poise of a professional model, swinging her
hips imperceptibly, and adding to her allure. As she came and
stood by my side at the shop counter, and rested her elbows on
the glass top of the counter, I leaned forward, and resting my
elbows too on the glass top, said to her with a smile "You know,
Krutika ... I think you can be a model..." my voice soft, and my
eyes gazing into hers.
I saw her blush at my comment, and her already pink cheeks
flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. "Really ... you are

simply lovely ... I really think you have what it takes to be good
at modeling..." I continued, smiling at her, and letting my
elbows brush against hers. "Oh, no..." was all she could muster,
even though I could make out from her expression that she
was really pleased. The old shop keeper had got the bottles of
water by then, and as I unscrewed the cap of one bottle and
took a long swig, I heard her ask "Bhaiyaa ... do you really
think so... ?" the color still on her cheeks, and a hint of a smile
on her pink lips.
"Absolutely..." I said matter of factly, wiping my lips with the
back of my hand. We saw Amisha walking up towards the
counter, and immediately put an end to the topic, but not
before we'd exchanged knowing looks with each other. Taking
the other bottles of water, we walked back to where the other
girls, Gunjan and Mini, stood. Handing one bottle to the giggly
Gunjan, I said "Water for you, ma'am..." bowing my head and
courtesing her with a smile. Clutching her mouth to cover her
teeth which were covered with braces, she giggled and took the
bottle from my hand. The others too laughed at my teasing of
Gunjan. Finishing my bottle of water, I walked back towards the
shop counter to pay the shop keeper.
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Part - 44
The dusky Keralite girl, Mini, followed me, carrying the glasses
in which we'd had the ice-cream & cola. As I'd mentioned
earlier, Mini had this inherent raw sexuality that some girls
seem to ooze, and she had all the cockiness associated with a
girl who knew she could attract guys, and loved the attention
too. Her skirt was a wee-bit shorter than most of the other
girls, and ended just above her knees. And like Amisha and
Krutika, she too wore a bra under her white uniform shirt,
without the ubiquitous petticoat, which was considered
unfashionable by many of these MTV generation schoolgirls.
Her firm young 32-B breasts stood proudly on her chest, and
she made it a point to thrust her chest out, as if to accentuate
the shape of her breasts. As she came up to the counter and
placed the empty glasses on the counter, she smiled at me
coquettishly, fidgeting with the single short braid of her hair,
which was slung across her left shoulder. There was a trace of
ice cream on the corner of her mouth, and without a word, I
reached out with my left hand, and wiped it with my index
finger.
"Ohh..." she gasped at this unexpected touch of her lips by me.
Her face relaxed and she smiled when I showed her my finger,
with that drop of ice cream still on it. Without a word, I slipped
my finger into my mouth and licked it clean, closing my eyes,
as if with pleasure. Opening my eyes, I smiled at her said "You
know what, Mini ... I wish I could have licked it off your lips
itself..." running my tongue across my lips, even as she blushed
violently and glanced nervously at the group standing some
distance away.
Putting the change I'd received from the shopkeeper back in
my wallet, we walked back towards the group. Just as we were
about to reach where the others stood, I felt Mini clutch my
elbow from behind furtively and whisper "Bhaiyya ... thank
you..." giving my elbow a squeeze, and at the same time
brushing her pert young tits against my arm. Krutika and Mini
lived in the same colony, so the two of them waved goodbyes
to me and left on their bicycles. Amisha and Gunjan hung
around, and walked with me towards where my bike was
parked. "So, girls ... what plans now ... headed home... ?" I
asked the two of them casually.
"Umm ... yes..." replied Amisha, looking expectantly at me, as
if expecting me to propose something. Glancing at Gunjan, I
saw that she too was looking at me. As my eyes met hers, she
smiled awkwardly, displaying the mouthful of braces that she
wore to keep her protruding teeth in check. There was
something about a teenage girl wearing braces that turned me
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on immensely, and Gunjan, despite being the skinny type with

an awkward demeanour, was no exception. Her mannerism was
typical of girls who'd grown up without a male sibling in the
house; and hence conveyed an impression of adulation towards
relatively elder and self-assured guys like me.
As both girls fidgeted with their school uniform skirts and
looked expectantly at me, I said "Would you two like to go for a
movie... ?" smiling at them naughtily. "Ohh, yes ... sure..."
Amisha exclaimed almost immediately, her face brightening up
with a big smile. I had expected such a response from her;
always game for some excitement as she was. Gunjan,
however, seemed to be a bit apprehensive. "But looks like
Gunjan isn't too sure..." I said, looking at Gunjan and
continuing to smile. She blushed again, and her hands
automatically went to her mouth to cover her braced teeth.
"Umm, no ... but..." she mumbled, glancing at Amisha
somewhat nervously. "Oh, come on ... we'll just call up home
... and I'll say I am going to your house for doing homework ...
and you say that you are going to my house for homework ...
simple..." Amisha said definitively, taking command of the
situation. I couldn't help but admire this sexy teenager for her
guts. That seemed to do the trick for Gunjan, and I saw her
giggle and nod her head vigorously. "Oh, yes ... yes ... that's a
good idea..." she gushed, the words coming out in a jumbled

rush through, the braces hampering her speech in her
excitement. "Wonderful..." I said, clapping my hands together.
Elated at having convinced these two teenage school girls to
come for a movie with me, I arranged for their bicycles and
school bags to be left at the rear of the shop; a 50-rupee note
doing the trick with the old shopkeeper, who was more than
happy to take care of the girls' belongings. As I kicked started
the bike and pulled on my helmet, I saw that the two girls were
waiting, as if unsure of who should get on the bike first.
Pushing up the visor of my helmet, I said "You sit in the middle,
Gunjan ... Amisha has more experience of sitting on a bike, so
let her sit behind you..." I saw Gunjan glance at Amisha once
again, as if seeking her opinion, and upon a nod from Amisha,
she smiled brightly and said "Ok, bhaiyyaa..." her braces
shining in the sunlight.
Placing her hand on my shoulder for support, she swung her
leg across the seat and settled down on the seat behind me.
Amisha followed suit immediately after, and as I adjusted
myself on the seat to give as much space as possible for the
girls, I couldn't help but grin inwardly under my helmet. I had
never ever managed to get two girls to sit on my bike at the
same time; and moreover, I was excited at the prospects of
having these two eager young teenage school girls with me in a
dark movie hall. Memories of the last time I'd been to a movie
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theater with Jigna and Sejal flashed before me, and I felt my
cock stiffening inside my jeans.
As I engaged gear and revved the bike, I felt Gunjan clutch my
shoulder and say "Ohh, this is so exciting, bhaiyyaa..." giggling
again. Gunjan was a really skinny girl, to the extent of being
almost bony. She was even slimmer than my maid Pushpa, and
as I rode towards the movie hall, I felt her grip on my shoulder
tighten, and her thin young body press against my bike. At 30-
B, Gunjan's breasts were just about developing, and as I felt
the perky firmness of it press against my back, I felt my
stiffening cock squirm inside my underwear.
Her pleated beige skirt had ridden up her knee, and I could feel
her slender bony thighs press against mine from behind. On the
way to the hall, the girls chatted gaily between themselves,
even as I took the precaution to stay away from the main
roads, in order to minimize the chances of being spotted by
someone I knew. Soon we reached the theater, and got tickets
from a bored clerk at the ticket window, who was irritated at
his siesta being disturbed.
The only movie running at that time was a Shahrukh Khan film
which had been running for an eternity at this theater now,
with the sole purpose of breaking some record for the longest
running film in the city. Needless to say, the girls were all huge
fans of the King of Bollywood, and were quite excited at the

prospects of watching that hit film, which I wouldn't be caught
dead watching, under any other circumstances.
After getting two packets of the mandatory pop-corn for the
girls, we trooped into the darkened movie hall, just in time to
catch the opening credits. Given the film, and the time of the
day, the hall was practically empty, and one could sit wherever
one wanted. While the front rows were occupied by some roudy
teenagers from the streets, those at the back were occupied by
young couples, whose intentions were more or less similar to
mine. Gunjan and Amisha were having trouble seeing in the
dark, so I took them by the hand and led them to a row in the
middle, which was far enough from both the roudies in the
front rows, as well as the couples in the back rows.
As we settled down in our seats, with Amisha to my left, and
Gunjan to my right; I saw Amisha removing her tie and tucking
it into the pocket of her skirt. Seeing her do that, Gunjan too
followed suit. Amisha then proceeded to kick of her shoes, and
pull her legs up on to the comfortable bucket seats, turning
them to one side in such a way that her knees were touching
my thighs. Gunjan, on the other hand, sat straight in the seat,
both her hands resting on her knees. About ten minutes into
the movie, I felt Amisha lean across me and call out to Gunjan
in a whisper.
I leaned back in my seat to allow the two girls to bring their
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faces closer over my lap, and as Amisha whispered something

to Gunjan, and Gunjan nodded her head in understanding, I
used the opportunity to slip my right arm over the back rest of
Gunjan's seat. After finishing their brief whispered conference,
the two girls resumed their original postions in their respective
seats. As Gunjan sat back in her seat, she felt my forearm at
the back of her neck, and from her response I could see that
she was a bit startled. As she glanced at me in the dark, I
flashed a knowing smile, and was pleased to see her giggle
softly in response, her metal braces shining in the flickering
light from the screen.
At the same time, I felt Amisha tugging at my arm on the other
side, and when I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was
beckoning to me with her hands to lower my head so that she
could say something in my ear. Loweing my head to her side, I
felt her quickly hook her right arm through mine. Twisting
sideways towards me, she cupped her left hand to my ear, an
action which caused her ripe young bra-clad breasts to press
against my upper arm, she whispered into my ear "I was just
telling Gunjan not to tell anyone else that we came for a movie
with you..." her tone conspiratory, even as her fingers clutched
my biceps. I nodded in understanding and smiled at her,
relishing the feel of her young firm breasts against my upper
arm.
My cock had stiffened considerably by now inside my
underwear, and I admired the girl for smartly using the pretext
of talking to her friend, to slip her arm through mine. With her
legs pulled up and bent sideways on the comfortable seat, she
snuggled up to me on my left side, and held my arm pressed
against her torso, liberally pressing her young breasts under
the shirt to my upper arm. As she settled down once again,
resting her head against my shoulder, I threw a sideways
glance at Gunjan in the darkness, to check if she'd noticed
anything. To my relief, Gunjan had her eyes glued to the
screen, and was munching on her pop-corn absent mindedly
even as King Khan broke into one of his ubiquitous song &
dance sequences.
Using the opportunity, I gently eased my right arm from the
back rest of the seat, and placed it around her shoulder,
allowing my forearm to rest on her thin bony shoulder from the
other side. As she felt my arm on her shoulder, she glanced at
me. Leaning towards her, I beckoned to her with my head. As
she leaned towards me to hear me, I whispered into her ear "I
hope you are comfortable, Gunjan..." smiling at her even as I
spoke. I saw her face crease in a wide smile at the unexpected
question, those braces glimmering in the darkness. "Yes,
bhaiyya ... yes ... thank you so much for inviting me..." she
whispered back, giggling once again.
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Part - 45
There was a time when giggly girls used to irritate me. But
now, Gunjan's habitual giggling was only turning me on.
Bringing my face closer to her ear, I whispered "You know,
Gunjan ... ever since I met you that day ... I had been waiting
to meet you again ... and today ... I proposed the movie only
because I wanted to spend some time with you..." looking into
her eyes in the darkness and smiling at her. In the darkness,
broken occasionally by flickering lights from the screen, I saw
Gunjan blush shyly, and her hands flying to her mouth to sub-
consciously cover her braces again.
However, instead of saying anything, I saw her glance in the
direction of Amisha nervously. Getting the hint, I straightened
and sat back in my own seat, with my right arm still draped
over her slender bony shoulders. After a pause, I felt Gunjan
shift in her seat, and tentatively place the palm of her hand on
my knee. As I glanced at her, she twisted sideways and
whispered "Umm, bhaiyyaa ... after that day ... I have also
been thinking about you only..." speaking so softly that I could
barely hear her.

"And you know, bhaiyyaa ... you are ... you are the first boy ...
who ... who has ever kissed me..." she added in a faint whisper,
smiling nervously, and squeezing my knee at the same time. In
response, I just squeezed her shoulder gently, and sat back in
my seat; for through the corner of my eyes, I had spotted
Amisha looking at us.
After pretending to watch the movie for a few minutes, I leaned
imperceptibly towards Amisha and whispered into her ear "This
friend of yours ... she talks a lot ... isn't it... ?" my tone
conspiratory, and my expression conveying pretended irritation.
That did the trick, and I heard Amisha giggle conspiratorily too.
Tugging at my arm, she whispered into my ear "Yeah ... she is
a non-stop chatter-box ... what was she saying... ?" her tone
amused yet curious. "Oh, she's just been going on and on
about Shahrukh Khan..." I whispered back with feigned
annoyance, causing Amisha to nod her head vigorously and
smile at me, as she whispered back "Oh, she's crazy about
him..."
I let out a little sigh of relief, knowing fully well that I was
playing a dangerous game fooling around with both girls at the
same time. Seeing that Gunjan once again seemed to be
immersed in the movie, using the opportunity, I whispered to
Amisha "You know, baby ... I wish it was just the two of us
here..." sliding my left hand furtively towards her legs, and
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placing it on her bare knee just below the hem of her skirt. I
felt Amisha squeeze my arm tighter, as she whispered back
"Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... me too ... me too..." as she pressed her
young firm breasts to me again.
Pulling my left hand away from her knee, I tool hold of her
hand which was hooked around my arm, and placed her palm
in my lap, on the bulge under my jeans. "See what you have
done to me..." I whispered, pressing her palm over my
hardness under the thick denim fabric. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." I
heard her breathe out in response, as she automatically
pressed her fingers to the bulge of my cock under my jeans.
My cock was so hard by now, that I wished I could just yank it
out, and get Amisha to jerk me off. Taking a deep breath, I
controlled myself, and sat back in the seat, enjoying the feel of
Amisha's soft fingers caressing the hardness of my cock
through my jeans. At about the same time, I felt Gunjan's
fingers on the other side, beginning to caress my right knee.
Realizing that I ran the risk of Amisha spotting Gunjan's hands,
I decided I had to do something to draw Gunjan's attention
away from my lap. Leaning back, I moved my right hand, which
was resting on Gunjan's slender shoulders, downwards towards
her neck.
Running my finger along her thin bony neck and her prominent
Adam's apple, I began to play with the collar of her white

school uniform shirt. As she had removed her tie, she'd also
undone the top most button of her shirt, allowing my fingers to
feel the bare skin of her lower neck. As my fingers came in
contact with her skin on the upper most portion of her neck, I
felt her automatically pull away her hand from my knee, and
take hold of my hand; her fingers intertwining with mine.
On the other side, Amisha was now holding herself pressed to
my arm fully, mashing her firm young breasts to my upper
arm, even as her fingers were beginning to squeeze the
hardness of my cock through the coarse fabric of my jeans.
Turned on by these two young teenage school girls, I moved
the fingers of my right hand downwards till my palm came to
rest on the young developing mounds of Gunjan's teenage
breasts over her shirt.
As I placed my palm on the mounds of Gunjan's small
developing breasts through her shirt, I felt her go stiff
suddenly. I paused immediately, alarmed that I might scare her
off. After a moment's pause, I felt Gunjan slowly bring both her
hands to her lap and clutch them together. Her left hand, which
was between us, rested limply in her lap, and I could see that
her fingers were nervously fidgeting with her skirt in her lap. As
I'd mentioned earlier, Gunjan was one of those girls whos
breasts had still not developed sufficiently to warrant the use of
a bra; and all she wore under her uniform was a white cotton
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slip, commonly referred to as a petticoat.

I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest under my palm,
even as her eyes remained purposely fixated on the screen.
Holding my breath, I pressed my palm ever so gently to the
mound of her perky breasts, enjoying the soft feel of them.
Though she made no attempt to push my hand away, there was
no response from her either.
Concluding that my advances were not welcome, I began to
pull my hand away slowly. To my pleasant surprise, she quickly
reached up with her right hand on the other side and clutched
my hand, holding it in place near her chest. At the same time, I
felt her reach out for my knee with her left and, and give my
thigh a tentative squeeze, as if trying to convey something to
me. As I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was looking at
me wide-eyed; her lips parted slightly, those braces shining in
the dark, with a nervous expression on her face.
Realizing that the poor girl was probably scared witless at what
I was doing to her in the cinema hall, I gave her a reassuring
smile, and gently caressed her thin bony shoulder. She smiled
nervously and clutched my arm draped around her shoulder
tighter, before quickly averting her gaze. Reassured, I once
again placed the palm of my hand on the mound of her breasts
through her shirt, and began to caress them through the fabric
of the shirt gently. This time, there was an audible hiss from
her, as she clenched her hands together in her lap once again,
and hunched her shoulders together.
My attention was suddenly drawn to the other side where
Amisha sat, as she now started running her finger along the
shaft of my hard cock inside the confines of my jeans and
underwear. I was getting really turned on now, and responded
placing my left hand on Amisha's bare knee, just below the
hem of her skirt. I felt her shift in her seat, as she dropped her
legs on the floor, and sat in the normal position in the bucket
seat.
She then proceeded to part her legs slightly, and press her
right knee to mine, as if inviting me to feel between her thighs.
Deciding not to let the open invitation go waste, I gently slid
my left hand under her skirt, and began to run my fingers
along the inside of her thigh. This caused her to squirm in her
seat, and her tightened her grip around my arms, pressing
those firm young breasts of hers to my upper arm.
I had taken care to drape my jacket, which I habitually wore
when I used the bike, across my lap, and as a result, Amisha's
hand which was rubbing my cock through my jeans, was not
visible to the casual observer, concealed as it was under my
jacket. On my right side, I could feel Gunjan's chest beginning
to heave, as her breath quickened; and to my amazement, I
could now feel the hardness of her tiny nipples protruding
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through the fabric of her petticoat and shirt. Encouraged by the

response my ministrations were having, I began to gently flick
my finger across the erect nubbins of her nipples through her
shirt & petticoat, causing her to jerk suddenly, and once again
hunch her shoulders together.
Emboldened, I moved my fingers towards the neck of her shirt
and began to undo the top most button under the collar. With
the button undone, I slid my palm into the neck of her shirt to
feel her flat bony chest. I felt a shiver go through her body as
my fingers came into contact with the bare skin of her upper
chest. The petticoat she wore inside had a wide round neck,
and as I ran my fingers along the neckline of her petticoat, I
felt tiny goosebumps come up on the smooth skin of her neck.
Suddenly I felt Amisha shift in her seat again on the other side,
and I quickly glanced at her. I was relieved to see that she was
only adjusting her position in the seat to get more comfortable.
Leaning back in the seat, she parted her legs imperceptibly,
and clasped her fingers over mine which were under her skirt,
and caressing the insides of her smooth firm thighs. I gave her
fingers a knowing squeeze that conveyed my interest in her.
The skin on the inside of her thighs felt hot to touch, and I
could make out that she was getting turned on. She responded
by squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand in
between, and then opening them again. Continuing to gently

caress her thighs under her skirt, I shifted my attention to
Gunjan again.
Since she was sitting with her hands clasped together, and her
shoulders hunched, I had little trouble in sliding my hand inside
the neck of her petticoat. With a deft move, I pulled her slightly
towards me, and simultaneously slid my hand into the neck of
her petticoat. As my palm slid in and came in contact with the
soft fleshy mounds of her perky breasts, her right hand jerked
up automatically and grabbed hold of my right forearm.
Her perky little breasts felt incredible under my palm, and
made me feel like I was groping on the underdeveloped breasts
of a girl barely into her teens. They were firm, and yet soft;
and were almost perfectly rounded lemon sized balls. I could
feel that she had really tiny nipples, though they were hard as
pebbles and singed my palm like hot coal. Glancing sideways, I
saw that even though she was staring at the screen
unwaveringly, her lips were parted, and the breath was
escaping her braced mouth in shallow gasps.
Not wanting to scare her off, I just let my palm rest on the firm
mounds her perky lemon sized tits, relishing the feel of them.
Then I began to gently caress her breasts soothingly with the
open palm of my hand, in an attempt to assuage her fears and
bring her frantic heartbeats down to normal levels. But rather
than soothe her, my caressing only served to make her squirm
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further, and I felt goosebumps sprout up almost immediately all

over the tender skin of her virgin barely developed breasts.
Realizing that my gentle caresses would only tickle this
uninitiated girl, I closed my fingers around the perky mounds of
her 30-B breasts, and squeezed her tit-flesh gently. I seemed
to have got it right this time, for I felt her fingers dig into my
wrist again, holding my hand in a vice like grip.
Part - 46
My attention was then drawn to Amisha, who had gradually
pushed my hand further up between her parted thighs, making
the tips of my fingers touch the fabric of her white cotton
panties. So aroused was she that I could almost feel the heat
emanating from her young teenage pussy, even through her
thick cotton panties. She was leaning back fully in the seat
now, and with both her hands holding my hand in place
between her legs, her proud young breasts straining against
the fabric of her white uniform shirt, her lips slightly parted,
and her eyes fixed on the screen; she looked like an object of
unbridled desire.
I quickly manipulated my fingers under her skirt in such a way

that I could rub against the mound of her pussy through her
panty. An involuntary hiss escaped her lips as my fingers
grazed against her pussy lips through her panties, and I had to
give her thigh a quick squeeze to get her to be quiet. I knew
that I was playing a dangerous game here, groping these two
teenage school girls in a dark movie hall, seated on either side
of me, and each not knowing what I was doing with the other.
Gunjan's aroused pebble-hard nipples were searing my palm
now, and despite my concerns, I found myself beginning to
squeeze and knead her barely developed tits, teasing those
erect nubbings between my thumb and forefinger. Growing
bolder by the minute, I began to run my palm practically over
her entire chest, in a gentle massaging motion that both
soothed and aroused her at the same time.
On the other side, Amisha was by now practically thrusting her
pelvis towards my hand, pressing the firm mound of her virgin
pussy against my hand. Inflamed with lust, I opened my palm
and began to caress the lips of her vagina right through her
panties, while rubbing the slit with my middle finger. She was
rhythmically, albeit subtely, clasping and unclasping her thighs,
her arousal mounting with each moment. Gunjan, on the other
hand, was holding my hand pressed to her chest through her
shirt, almost encouraging me to palm her young teenaged
underdeveloped breasts.
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I realized that we were half-way through the movie only when

'Intermission' flashed on the screen, and the overhead lights
slowly came on. I quickly extracted my hand from inside
Gunjan's shirt, and simultaneously pulled my other hand out
from between Amisha's thighs, trying my best not to attract
any attention. Thankfully, both girls were both concerned about
getting themselves in order first, and therefore did not glance
in each others direction; Gunjan fumbling to button up her
shirt, while Amisha smoothened down her skirt and reached
under the chair to put on her shoes.
"Cold drinks, anyone... ?" I announced cheerfully, as I stood up
and stretched, fully aware that the bulge of my hard cock was
visible under my jeans. Both of them nodded and mumbled in
the affirmative, terribly conscious of their own selves. As we
trooped out towards the lobby, the girls excused themselves to
go to the ladies toilet. I smiled inwardly, wondering how wet I'd
got these two young sexy teenage schoolgirls by now.
Gunjan was the first to come out, and as she walked towards
me, I couldn't help but see how desireable she looked to me.
Despite being so skinny, and wearing a shirt that was one size
too big for her, I couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked,
with her hair tied in two short braids that hung in the front on
either shoulder, her lips pouting awkwardly on account of those
braces, and her perky little barely developed breasts sitting

firmly on her chest under that loose shirt, despite being not
supported by a bra.
She was fidgeting with her hands and extremely nervous as she
approached me, and her awkwardness was visible. She smiled
weakly and quickly pulled her gaze away from me. I suddenly
felt sorry for making this otherwise cheerful and giggly girl so
nervous, and wanted to do something to make her feel at ease.
The lobby was by now deserted as most of the other viewers
had already gone inside.
Taking her by her hand, I quietly led her to the wall adjacent to
the door of the cinema hall, where we were hidden from the
view of anyone approaching from the other side, by those large
wide doors which were thrown open. Taking both of her hands
into mine, I looked her in the eye and said earnestly "Gunjan,
I'm sorry if I did something that you didn't like ... I probably
should have controlled myself..." trying to sound as genuine as
I could. She ran her lips nervously over her braced teeth, and
kept looking into my eyes, her protruding lips parted slightly.
Shaking her head, she mumbled something incoherently and
dropped her gaze. "What, Gunjan ... I couldn't hear what you
said..." I asked gently, continuing to hold her slender bony
fingers in my hands. Clearing her throat, she said "Bhaiyyaa ...
I ... I just said that ... that ... nobody has touched me ... like
that ... so..." continuing to look down, and her words coming
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out in a broken stammer. I nodded in understanding, and

suddenly felt guilt course through me. After all, I had just gone
ahead the groped a young unsuspecting girl, who seemed to
adore me for some reason, on just our second meeting.
Nodding my head, I squeezed her hand and said softly "I'm
sorry, Gunjan ... I promise I won't..." before being cut off by
her.
"Ohh no, bhaiyyaa ... no..." she blurted out, interrupting me. "I
... I ... like you ... very much..." she managed to mutter, her
eyes fluttering, as the color rose to her cheeks. As I looked at
her, she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the ladies
toilet, before flinging herself towards me, and awkwardly
pressing her lips to mine. Though stunned by this totally
unexpected display of affection, I quickly recovered and
wrapped my hands around her slender, almost bony butt,
pressing her thin, young body to mine. Pressing my lips to her
with ardor, I kissed her tenderly and whispered into her ear
"Let's go inside ... before..." letting my eyes convey the rest.
She got the hint, and flashing me a nervous smile, followed me
as I walked out from behind the wide open door of the hall. It
was just in time, for we saw Amisha emerge from the ladies
toilet almost at about the same time. The three of us then
walked into the hall, which had already plunged into darkness
again, since the movie had resumed. With a bit of difficulty, we

managed to get back to our seats; but not before spotting a
couple seated a couple of rows behind us, kissing each other
passionately, unmindful of being spotted by someone. I saw the
shy, knowing glances being exchanged between Amisha and
Gunjan, and smiled inwardly to myself.
We resumed our previously occupied places, with Amisha on
my left and Gunjan on the right. A few minutes into the movie,
I felt Amisha shift in her seat and lean towards my side. On the
pretext of stretching my legs, I leaned back in the push-back
seat, and in one smooth motion, draped my left arm around
Amisha's shoulder. She seemed to be almost waiting for me, for
as soon as I did that, she responded by snuggling up closer to
my side. At the same time, I subtely shifted my right and
sought out Gunjan's hand under the cover of darkness. As soon
as my searching fingers found her hand in her lap, I felt her
close her fingers around mine.
With my right hand resting on her leg, I felt how slender
Gunjan's thighs were under her skirt and petticoat. Slowly, I
began to caress her thin bony thigh through the skirt, in a
soothing up and down motion. My left arm, draped around
Amisha's shoulder, had also gone to work, and was feeling the
firmness of Amisha's proud breasts straining under her shirt.
Unlike Gunjan, she only wore a white bra under ther shirt, and
my fingers could clearly feel the outline of her bra through her
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shirt. As my finger tips scraped against the firm tip of Amisha's

breasts under the shirt & bra, I saw her bring her right hand to
her lips, and begin to chew on her nails.
Slowly, Amisha brought her fingers which she'd been chewing
on, to the neck of her white school uniform skirt, and began to
fidget with the collar of her shirt. It took me moment to realize
that on the pretext of fidgeting with her collar, she had
surreptitiously opened the first button of her shirt under the
collar. Needing no further invitation, I smoothly slipped my
hand inside the open neck ofher shirt, and felt her magnificent
firm 32-B breasts straining under her white cotton bra. Her bra
was the cheap cotton type, which hardly provided any support
to her breasts.
Yet, her young teenage breasts were so firm that they stood
proudly on her chest, filling the cups of her bra nicely. My
fingers instinctively closed around the firm flesh of her left
breast, squeezing them, and I felt her fingers clutch my thigh
instinctively. Beginning a gentle rhythmic squeezing of her tight
breasts through her bra, I shifted my attention to Gunjan.
Gunjan was sitting stiffly in her seat, both her hands clutching
the arm rest of the seat on either side, as my right hand was
absent mindedly caressing her thin bony thighs through her
skirt. Slowly, I began to pull up her skirt, baring her slender
knees.
I glanced at her to see her response, and saw that she was
sitting stiffly in her seat, with her eyes glued to the screen, and
her hands clutching the arm rest of the chair. Gradually, I
pulled her skirt further up, till I could place my right hand freely
on her incredibly slender thigh. I was thrilled to feel how hot
the skin of her bare legs felt; and as my thumb began to caress
the inside of her skinny thighs, I felt an involuntary shiver run
through her body.
Her thighs clamped together involuntarily, as my fingers slid
further upwards between her thighs. With a swift motion, I slid
my palm up between her thighs, till they came to rest on the
almost flat V of her panties. As my finger tips pressed against
Gunjan's virgin vagina through her panties, a shudder of sorts
went through her pelvis, and I saw her hand automatically fly
to her mouth.
I held my hand in place touching the almost flat lips of her
pussy through her panty, and waited to see if she would make
any attempt to push my away. I was pleased to see that,
except for an involuntary twitching of her thigh muscles, there
seemed to be no resistance from her. I pressed the flat of my
palm against her thin vaginal lips through her simple white
cotton panties, and I smiled to myself when I felt the crinkly
feel of her pubic hair through the thin fabric of her panties. She
obvisoulsy didn't hadn't matured enough to start trimming, let
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alone shave, her pubic hair.

However, what drove me mad with lust was the fact that her
panty was damp with the wetness that seemed to have oozed
out of her young teenage virgin cunt; thanks to the intense
arousal I had subjected this not yet fully developed girl to! In
fact, her panty seemed to be not just damp, but fully soaked
with her vaginal secretions. I could only imagine how the poor
girl must be filling, sitting in a dark movie hall, with an elder
guy she'd been introduced to barely a week back, so wet that
she'd almost soaked her panties, and the guy feeling up her
tender aroused vagina under her skirt.
RE: Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) by Hardy Boys - Heisenberg

- 19th December, 2018
Part - 47
My stiff cock gave an involuntary twitch inside my underwear, and I felt a

bit of my pre-cum also ooze out of the slit of my swollent cock. I was
sorely tempted to slide my hand inside her panty, and thrust my middle
finger into the young Gunjan's tender aroused vagina. Somehow, I
managed to control myself, and instead, just began to run my finger
along the flat lips of her pussy, through her wet cotton panties, seeking
for the slit of her cunt, through what seemed like a liberal thatch of
crinkly pubic hair. Not wanting to do anything that might alarm her, I
shifted my attention back to the sexy Amisha.
Amisha had by now, hunched her shoulders together, and she was
pressing her chin to my fore arm, where my arm was draped over her
shoulder, my hand inside her shirt. Though Amisha did not have the
heavily built structure of her elder sister, Seema, she had still inherited
the incredible firmness of breasts that both sisters seemed to be blessed
with. As my fingers squeezed and gently kneaded her incredibly firm
teenage tits through her bra, I realized that her tender young breasts
were in fact firmer than those of my darling Jigna.
Suddenly, visions of the last night I had spent with Jigna and Kalpana
aunty flashed before my eyes, and the fingers of both my hands squeezed
so hard on Amisha's breasts and Gunjan's vagina on either side of me,
that I felt both girls shudder and twitch in their seats. Letting out a deep
breath, I willed myself to be under control.
All of a sudden, the screen in the hall went blank, plunging the hall into
complete darkness. There were hoots on whistles from the street rowdies
in the front seats, and after a prolonged pause, the overhead lights in the
hall slowly came on. Taking advantage of the confusion all around, I
smoothly pulled my hands away from under Gunjan's skirt and inside
Amisha's shirt.
An attendant came into the hall and announced to the public that the
projector inside the cinema hall had failed, and so the show was being
cancelled. There were groans from the crowd, and shouts from people
demanding a refund. In the ensuing melee to get out of the hall, I caught
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Amisha hastily buttoning up her shirt, even as Gunjan smoothed her

skirt, and stood up nervously.
As the crowd streamed out of the hall, I thought to myself that perhaps it
was good that the movie had been interrupted. For I didn't know what I
might have ended up doing with the two girls in that dark movie hall, had
we spent any more time inside. Groping both these girls simultaneously
in the dark was fraught with risk, and it was good that I was forced to put
an end to it, before one of the two saw what I was up to with the other.
As we came out into the brightness of the day, I could see that Amisha
seemed to be well in control of herself. Beyond a faint smile that was
playing on her lips, there was nothing else that could betray her
emotions. Gunjan, on the other hand, was fidgety as hell. Her thin
slender face was flushed, and she avoided looking at me. I kept up some
casual banter, as we came out of the movie hall, and headed to the
parking lot.
On the way back to the shop where we'd parked the two girls' bicycles, I
could feel that Gunjan was tense; by the way she sat stiffly in between me
and Amisha. She was trying her best not to let her body press against
mine, quashed as she was in between us, and I wondered if I'd gone too
far with this sweet innocent girl. Once we reached the shop, and the girls
got off my bike, Amisha asked me if she could get a bottle of water to
drink from the shop.
"Of course, dear..." I replied, as I extracted some money from my wallet
and handed it to her to by the bottle of water. As Amisha trotted away
towards the shop, I turned towards Gunjan and asked her "Gunjan, are
you alright... ?" my voice soft and full of concern. She'd just been
standing there awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, and looked
startled when I asked her the question.
"Ohh, no ... I mean ... yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." she mumbled, swallowing
repeatedly and stammering a bit. I was silent for a while, as I looked at
her, trying to read her mind. Amisha was still at the shop counter with
her back towards us, and taking a chance, I reached out quickly to take
Gunjan's hand in mine.
Squeezing her thin bony fingers in my hand, I said softly "Gunjan ...
remember what I told you the first day we met ... that you were the
liveliest and most cheerful girl in your group ... and that's why I like you
so much... ?" She just stood there, staring at her dainty feet, fidgeting
with her skirt. "Do you remember, Gunjan... ?" I repeated, squeezing her
fingers again.
Raising her head, she answered in a barely audible whisper "Yes ... yes,
bhaiyyaa..." nodding her head like the young teenage school girl that she
was. Taking her hand in both my hands, I caressed the back of her palm
gently and continued "So ... if you are no longer your lively and cheerful
self ... and that too on account of something I have done ... then ... I
would like to tell you that I am really sorry ... and that I will make sure I
will not do anything like this again..." my voice soft and earnest.
As I paused, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but I cut her
off and said "I love that lively and cheerful girl I met that day ... and if
something I have done because I like that girl so much makes that girl
sad and silent ... then I don't want to do that..." I said with finality. Even
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as I was speaking, she was shaking her head from side to side, as if trying
to tell me something. Once I finished and let go of her hand, she opened
her mouth again, but just couldn't get herself to speak.
"Ohh, bhaiyaa..." I finally heard her say in a barely audible whisper " ...
it's not that ... it's not what you think ... I ... I..." as she struggled to get
her confilicting thoughts in order. She couldn't speak any further for
Amisha had returned by then, and I quickly changed the topic. We
chatted for a few more minutes, before the girls went and fetched their
school bags from the shopkeeper. As both of them came out pushing
their bicycles to where I sat on my bike, I could see that Gunjan was
trying to catch my eye.
When I looked at her, I saw that she was trying to tell me something with
those big wide eyes of hers. Finally, she came up to me, and said "Thank
you so much, bhaiyyaa ... for taking me to for the movie ... and ... and for
everything else also..." eventually managing a smile shy, even as she
extended her hand to shake my hand. As I took her hand in mine to
accept her thanks, I felt her give my hand an extra hard squeeze, even as
she looked into my eyes and said "Bhaiyya ... thank you once again..."
I smiled warmly at her, and said to her warmly "I'll look forward to
meeting you again someday, Gunjan..." squeezing her hand in return.
The blush that came on her face and her instinctive giggle as she replied
"Yes, bhaiyya ... sure..." somewhat relieved me. With that, she got onto
her bicycle and pedaled off, leaving me and Jigna standing there. As soon
as Gunjan departed, Amisha turned to me and asked "Bhaiyya ... can I
leave my cycle here ... and come with you on the bike... ?" smiling
excitedly at me. Though I was surprised by her sudden request, I smiled
and replied smoothly "Oh, sure baby ... as long as you are able to explain
to your mother what happened to your cycle..."
Throwing her head back with a laugh, she pirouetted on her feet as she
replied "Oh, don't worry about that, bhaiyya ... I will just tell her that the
tyre got punctured ... and so Jignesh bhaiyya saw me ... and gave me a
lift..." grinning broadly. I laughed out at the simple ingenuity of this hot
sexy teenager. "Alright ... hop on then..." I said with a chuckle, as I kicked
my bike to life. With a little exclamation of joy, Jigna hopped on to my
bike, and unabashedly wrapped her arms around my belly, once again
pressing those incredibly firm young ripe breasts of hers to my back.
As we rode back, Amisha's hands slid down my belly on to my crotch,
and when she felt the lump of my cock under my jeans, her fingers
squeezed around the shaft through the thick denim. I almost lost control
of the bike, and as the bike swerved crazily on the rode, I exclaimed
"Baby, don't do that ... or both of us are going to land up at the
hospital..." laughing at the same time. She too giggled sexily, and resting
her chin on my right shoulder, said "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... it's because of me,
na..." her tone coquettish, as she once again pressed her firm young
breasts to my back.
Without waiting for me to answer, she continued "Bhaiyyaa ... you know
... I ... I'm also ... umm ... so ... umm ... I mean ... my panty ... it's so ...
umm ... wet there..." her tone teasing yet shy, as she snuggled up closer
behind my back, and nuzzled her cheeks against my ears. Hearing this
sexy 17-year old teenage school girl admit to me that she was wet, turned
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me on no end, and I responded "Well ... I don't know yet, do I..."

chuckling at her. "No, really ... I am..." she protested automatically,
before the meaning of what I had said dawned upon her. "Ohh..." she
exclaimed, giggling sexily again, and giving my turgid cock one more
squeeze through the thick denim of my jeans.
Soon, we reached Amisha's house, and as Amisha jumped off the bike, I
said to her "OK, baby ... I'll see you later then..." Clutching my hand, she
exclaimed "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... come inside no ... please ... just for a little
while..." tilting her sexy face to one side, and pleading sexily to me, her
lips pouting. Just as I was about to decline, the door of their house
opened, and Mayuri ben came out. She was dressed in one of her
trademark white sarees, with a white blouse, and she was peering from
above her matronly glasses at who it was.
Upon seeing me, her broad weather-beaten face crinkled into a big smile
as she beamed "Arre ... Jignesh beta ... what a surprise ... come in ...
come in..." opening the gate of their verandah. Taking off my helmet, I
smiled at her and replied "Umm, some other time, aunty ... I just came to
drop Amisha ... I saw her walking back ... and thought I'd give her a lift..."
rattling out the little lie that we'd thought up on the way. As Mayuri ben
looked at her daughter questioningly, I said "Her cycle had got
punctured, aunty ... so I told her to leave it at the co-operative store ...
and come with me..." taking the initiative to complete the story. "Ohh,
acchhaa..." she exclaimed, nodding her head in understanding.
"At least come in for a cup of tea, beta..." she persisted, taking off her old-
fashioned horn-rimmed glasses, and letting it hang around her neck on

the string. "Yes ... yes ... come in for a little while no, bhaiyyaa..." Amisha
chimed, tugging at my hands. Shaking my head, I smiled and said "Aah ...
how can I refuse an offer for tea from you, aunty..." my eyes twinkling
merrily, as I saw Mayuri ben beam. As I entered their house, Amisha
skipped into ther house, and flinging her school bag on the battered old
couch, she proceeded to flop down on the sofa.
"Amisha..." Mayuri ben snapped at her daughter sharply " ... how many
times have I told you to go put your bag in your room ... and to take off
your shoes first..." the nagging mother taking over. "OK ... OK,
mummy..." Amisha groaned, her sexy lips pouting in protest again, as she
dragged herself up from the couch, and picked up her school bag. "And
don't come out without washing your hands, feet, and face..." Mayuri ben
ordered her. As Amisha sulked, and went into her room, muttering under
her breath, Mayuri ben turned to me in said "Come inside na, beta..." as
she walked into the kitchen to make tea for me. As I followed her into the
kitchen, my eyes were once again drawn to her massive ass, as it swayed
under her plain white saree.

Part - 48
As soon as we heard the sound of the bedroom door slam shut, Mayuri
ben pulled me towards her and wrapped her thick pudgy arms around
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waist. Pressing her heavy matronly body to me, she looked up at my face
and smiled warmly. Her humongous 42-D mammaries, bulging inside
that simple white blouse under the pallu of her saree, pressed against my
chest as she said "I missed you, beta..." her thick pudgy fingers squeezing
my butt, as she ground her fleshy belly against my pelvis.
As my penis, still hard thanks to Amisha's ministrations, pressed into her
flabby belly, she said "And I can see that you missed Mayuri aunty too..."
smiling lasciviously. I chuckled inwardly, thinking about whether this
slutty 42-year old widowed school teacher hand any idea why my cock
was so hard!
Pressing my cock on her belly, I put on my best young boy smile and said
"Ohh, aunty ... you know that, no ... what happens to me when I see
you..." my tone sounding suitably embarrassed and naïve. Her face
creased with a broad grin, flattered as she was, and reaching down
between our bodies, she gave my stiff cock a good squeeze through the
jeans. "Ohh, I know, beta ... I know..." she crooned, caressing my
hardness through my jeans.
My cock had been in a state of constant arousal now for over 3 hours;
thanks to the sexy sales girl Sapna first, and then the two hot teenage
school girls, Amisha and Gunjan. I wished I could just turn her around,
bend her over the kitchen platform, push up her saree and petticoat, and
ram my hard cock into her thick luscious cunt from behind. But hearing
the sounds of the door of Amisha's bedroom open, we hastily disengaged,
and Mayuri ben busied herself with putting a kettle on the fire to make
tea for me. Amisha trotted into the kitchen, having discarded her shoes,
and wiping her wet face with small towel.
"It's so hot in the kitchen, bhaiyyaa..." she exclaimed, pouting those lips
of hers sexily again, even as she quickly unbuttoned the top button of her
school uniform shirt, and waved her hands in front of her neck in an
exaggerated manner. "Yes, beta ... why don't you go sit under the fan in
the living room..." Mayuri ben also added, wiping the sweat of her brow,
as she waited for the tea to come to a boil. As I followed Amisha into the
living room, she caught hold of my hand and literally dragged me to the
sofa. As I sat down in their battered old couch, she flopped down on the
sofa by my side, pulling up one of her legs.
As my eyes were drawn to her bare knees where her skirt had ridden up,
she leaned forward towards me, and clutching my hand said "You know,
bhaiiyyaa ... my panty was so wet ... I had to remove it..." her voice a
conspiratory whisper, and giggling like the excited school girl that she
really was, her eyes twinkling merrily. As my eyes widened, she nodded
her head enthusiastically, and continued "Really, bhaiyya ... and I am not
wearing my panty now..." her voice dropping lower, as she bobbed up
and down on the sofa like an excited teenager, her face flushed with
excitement.
My cock gave a jerk inside the tight confines of my underwear, hearing
this sexy teenage school girl whispering to me consipiratorily that she
was not wearing any panties! Seeing the incredulous look on her face,
Amisha exclaimed "You don't believe me, bhaiyya... ?" her eyes wide and
her face still flushed with excitement. "I'll show you..." she breathed out,
as she suddenly grabbed my hand began to take it towards her lap.
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Just then, Mayuri ben came into the living room, carrying a cup of tea in
a tray, and Amisha hastily let go off my hand. As I took the tea from
Mayuri ben's hand, Amisha straightened her skirt, and sat demurely in
the sofa, with her hands on her knees, her excitement simmering under
her flushed face.
After finishing my tea, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly
half past six in the evening. Remembering that I had a date with the sales
girl Sapna today, I got up, excusing myself from that incredible
household. My underwear was nearly soaked with the liberally amount of
pre-cum that my inflamed cock had oozed out during the last couple of
hours, and I desperately wanted to have a shower and change before I
went to meet Sapna.
But I realized that I wouldn't be able to make it in time if I waited for
that. Instead, I just went into the bathroom in Mayuri ben's house. After
taking a long awaited piss, I washed my cock as best as possible in their
wash-basin, and came out after splashing some cold water on my face. I
took leave of Mayuri ben and Amisha, and zoomed out on my bike
towards the boutique store where Sapna worked.
On an impulse, I stopped by the way, and picked up a bunch of flowers
from a road-side seller for Sapna. Humming a tune to myself, I reached
the lane where the store was located. Glancing at my watch, I saw that
there was still five minutes to go to seven. We'd agreed to meet at a bus
stop a few blocks away from where the store was. Pulling my bike up on
it's stand, I proceeded to wait for Sapna. Barely had a minute passed,
before I saw Sapna, walking down the street towards the bus stop.
From the distance, I could see that she had draped a dupatta across her
neck, over her uniform of the formal black trousers and white quarter-
sleeved shirt, with the dupatta covering her head too. She had a pair of
dark glares on, with a black women's vanity bag slung on her shoulder,
and clutched under her armpit.
She was the picture of a typical young working girl who generally used
public transport, complete with that ubiquitous dupatta and sunglasses,
that were so essential for these young girls to protect themselves from
the scorching summer sun. As she came near the bus stand, she spotted
me, and even at the distance, I could see the smile of pleasure on her
face. Taking off her sun glasses, she smiled at me nervously, as she said
"Ohh, hello sir ... I hope I'm not late..." a tad breathless.
"Not at all, Sapna..." I replied smoothly with a warm smile. That's when
her eyes went to the bunch of flowers that I had propped up between the
handle bar of the bike. Reaching out for the bouqet, I extended it to her
with a smile, and said "This is for you, Sapna..." Her dark sexy face
flushed with joy, as she shyly accepted the flowers, and mumbled "Oh, sir
... thank you ... you are so..." her words getting jumbled at this
unexpectedly chivalrous gesture from me.
As I looked at her, I could see that she'd taken some pains to brush her
hair carefully in place, and had even applied a subtle shade of lip gloss on
her lips. As she fidgeted with the flowers, too embarrassed and pleased to
speak, I said to her "You look lovely, Sapna..." smiling warmly once
again. Despite her dark complexion, I could see the color rush to her
cheeks at my compliment, and she managed to exclaim "Oh, thank you,
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sir..." giving me a genuinely pleased smile.

I didn't want to hang around for too long at the bus stop, given that
sooner or later, someone would spot us. Pulling on my helmet, I said to
her "Shall we... ?" even as I kicked the bike to life. "Yes, sir ... sure, sir..."
she replied quickly, having still not overcome her surprise at being given
flowers by me. Adjusting her dupatta over her head to partly cover her
face too, she gingerly sat on the bike in the ladies style, with both her legs
on one side. I'd have preferred her to sit in the other way, with one leg on
either side, but decided it was too much to ask for on her first date.
As I engaged gear and started moving, I felt her tentatively place her
right hand on my shoulder for support, taking care to sit at a discrete
distance. I had planned to take her to an exclusive restaurant on the
outskirts of the city, which was not only discreet, but also served great
food. Moreover, the proprietor of the restaurant was known to my father,
and that meant that I would be served well.
As we rode, Sapna leaned forward slightly behind me, taking care not to
get her breasts to touch my back, and said "Sir ... I still can't believe this
is true..." her hand still resting on my shoulder for support. "Why do you
say that, Sapna..." I asked casually, glancing at her in the rear view
mirror. She paused for a minute before replying "Umm ... I was not very
sure if you meant what you said, sir..." her tone awkward as she paused
once again. "I mean ... even though you promised me, sir ... I thought
maybe you would forget..." she continued, speaking slowly.
I was silent for a moment as I mulled over what she'd said. It occurred to
me that perhaps I was starting to take on the image of a classic rich spoilt
playboy, who couldn't be relied on to keep a promise. Letting go off the
handle-bar for a moment, I reached over my shoulder with my left hand,
and patting her hand which was resting on my shoulder, said wryly
"Well, I guess I'm not such an asshole then..." my tone sarcastic.
"Oh, don't say such things, sir..." she protested immediately, almost
cringing at my words. After a pause, she added "I was just trying to tell
you how glad I am, sir ... at you having invited me out..." her tone
serious. "I know, Sapna ... I know ... I was just teasing you..." I said with a
little laugh, reaching up to pat the back of her hand on my shoulder once
again.
Through the rear-view mirror, I could see a smile come on her face, even
as she glanced at the bouquet of flowers that she was clutching in her left
hand between us. After a while, I felt her lean forward once again, and
she said "Sir ... thank you so much for these flowers..." her tone soft. This
time, when she leaned forward to speak to me, I felt her firm bra-clad
breasts brush against my back, and I found myself smiling inwardly.
"No one has ever given me flowers before, sir..." she added after a pause,
her voice so low and her tone so genuine that I felt stopping the bike and
giving her a huge hug. "Thank you, sir..." she said again softly, this time
giving my shoulder a very subtle squeeze, as she sat back straight once
again. Not being able to think of anything else to say, I just said "It's my
pleasure, Sapna ... and if we have to be so formal ... then I guess I should
be the one thanking you ... for agreeing to come out with me..." trying to
smile at her through my helmet.
"Oh no, sir ... it's my pleasure..." she responded automatically, but by the
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expression on her face which I caught in the rear view mirror, I could see
that she was genuinely pleased. We rode the rest of the distance in
silence, and all through the journey, she maintained that discrete
distance. For some strange reason, it was a refreshing change for me;
being quite unlike the unabashed display of attraction from someone like
Amisha.
Soon we reached the theme restaurant that I'd decided upon, and as I got
off the bike, I saw her undraping the dupatta, and shoving it into her
large ladies bag, along with her glares. The restaurant was situated in the
midst of a lush green property and was aptly named 'The Woods'. Lined
by scores of trees, it was spread over acres of land, and had been turned
into a home for scores of flora and fauna. As we walked down a tree-lined
cobble-stoned path, we spotted a few peacocks displaying their
magnificent feathers.

Part - 49
There was a moat of sorts that ran through the sprawling premise, and
one could see flocks of geese along the waterline. I could see that Sapna
was mesmerized by the surroundings, as she gushed "This is such a

beautiful place ... I didn't even know such a place existed here..." her eyes
wide, soaking in the beauty of the serene environment.
It was the perfect place for a family picnic on the weekend. However, it
being a week day, there were not too many people around. One could
choose to dine in the large air-conditioned banquet hall, or choose to sit
in tastefully designed bamboo huts that afforded privacy to those who
wanted to spend some quite time together with their spouses or loved
ones. I obviously chose the latter.
Dusk was settling in, and given the heavy tree cover in that patch of land,
it was notably cooler once we got in. Each of those 'huts' were lit by a pair
of discrete lamps that exhuded an old-world charm, and added to the
mystique of the place. To sum it up, it was the perfect getaway for a
couple with romantic inclinations. Watching Sapna, soaking in the
serenity and beauty of the place, a wry grin came to my lips.
After all, how could this be the place for a horny bastard like me, who
was just looking to fuck this impressionable young salesgirl? We were
escorted to one of the 'huts' by one of the stewards, and as we took our
places, a middle-aged man wearing an ill-fitting black suit came in. Upon
seeing me, he smiled broadly and exclaimed "Oh, hello Mr. Desai ... what
a pleasure to have you back here..." as he came up to me and
enthusiastically shook my hand.
As I looked at him dumbly, wondering how the hell he knew my father's
name, he went on to introduce himself as the duty manager, and
inquired about my father. I'd been here a couple of times with my family
and friends, but never thought I'd be recognized. As we exchanged polite
pleasantries, he turned towards Sapna and said "Hello, ma'am ...
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welcome to 'The Woods'..." smiling politely.

Sapna, who was already overwhelmed by the sheer exclusivity of the
place, could only nod dumbly, as she automatically mumbled a "Hello..."
the embarrassment writ large over her place. "Um ... this is my friend,
Sapna..." I said, stepping in to avoid any further embarrassment to the
poor girl, who was looking distinctly out of place. The duty manager
smiled pleasantly and looking me in the eye, said "Of course, sir ... it's
our pleasure to have Ms. Sapna here..." his eyes trying to convey that he
perfectly understood my need for discretion.
I suddenly remembered that one of the times I'd come here with my
family and some relatives for a private party, the proprietor had
discretely arranged for some beer and wine, which was otherwise
prohibited to be sold here. "Umm ... I was wondering if it would be
possible for you to arrange for a 'welcome drink'..." I said to the manager,
remembering the code-word for alcohol for discerning members.
Without batting an eye-lid, the manager smiled warmly and replied "Of
course, sir ... it would be our pleasure..." nodding effusively " ... would
you like to have the 'welcome drink' served in a bottle or a can sir... ?" he
continued smoothly, the former being a reference to wine, while the
latter referred to beer. "A bottle, if you please..." I replied smoothly.
"Umm ... red or white, sir... ?" he inquired politely. Glancing at Sapna, I
saw her looking dumbly at the two of us, not having a clue about what we
were talking about.
I was not even sure if Sapna had ever tasted wine in her life, and as I
glanced at her, the manager took the cue and said "Um ... my I
recommend red, sir ... we have some excellent variety in red which I'm
sure the lady will love..." smiling pleasantly as he looked at me
knowingly. As Sapna looked at me, totally clueless, I smiled broadly and
replied "Excellent ... I trust you to decide what's best for us..." nodding at
the duty manager. The exchange went on for a few more minutes, as the
manager recommended some starters to go with the wine, before he left
with a polite bow.
The orange glow of dusk had faded away by now, and darkness had
settled in, lending a romantic air to the place. As I glanced at Sapna, who
sat there fidgeting with her bag, I wondered what had made me bring a
girl I barely knew, to a place like this. After all, this was the kind of place
where you brought your girlfriend on a romantic date, perhaps on
Valentine's day or something. And here was I, sitting here with a 21-year
old salesgirl, whom I'd just happened to meet at a store barely a week
ago, with far from romantic intentions!
Shaking my head to dismiss those unwelcome thoughts, I turned to
Sapna and said "I hope you liked the place, Sapna..." smiling warmly. She
was noticeably flustered at the grandeur of the place, and took a while to
respond. "Oh yes, sir ... it's a lovely place ... it's beautiful..." she finally
said, still clutching that bouquet of flowers that I'd given her, in her lap.
Pulling my chair closer to her, where she sat on the adjacent side of the
table, I said to her "Umm, Sapna ... I took the liberty of asking for some
wine ... I hope you don't mind that..." placing my elbows on the table top,
and leaning forward slightly. "Ohh..." she exclaimed, that flustered look
clouding her sensuous dark face again. "I ... umm ... I have never ... I
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mean ... had wine before..." she finally said, the discomfiture writ large
over her face.
Reaching out to place my hand on the back of hers, I said "That's alright,
Sapna ... just try it ... if you don't like it ... you don't have to..." patting the
back of her hand. As she nodded automatically, I smiled at her and said
"Relax, Sapna ... you don't have to force yourself to do anything ...
anytime you feel uncomfortable with anything ... just tell me, OK..."
trying to put her at ease.
"Yes, sir ... I mean ... I'm fine, sir ... thank you, sir..." she said, fumbling
with her response. As I smiled, and pulled my hand away, she looked at
me, and added "It's just that ... I have ... I have never been to place like
this..." her discomfiture somewhat alleviated. Looking at me wistfully,
she added "What I meant is ... nobody has ever taken me out like this..." a
wry grin on her chiseled dark face. I was dreading if she'd ask if I had
been here many times with other girls. Mercifully, she did not.
Soon, a tastefully attired waiter arrived, discretely carrying a bottle of
some Shiraz. I made a mental note to thank the manager for his choice,
realizing that the wine he'd sent was perfect for the uninitiated; not dry,
and with a hint of fruity sweetness that novices would find more
agreeable. Sapna watched in fascination as the waiter uncorked the bottle
and poured the wine into the fine chalets. As he left, I picked up my glass,
and raising it for a toast, said "Here's to you, Sapna..." smiling at her
warmly.
Picking up her own glass, she raised it awkwardly, and replied "Oh, thank
you, sir..." not knowing what else to say. As she took the first tentative
sip, I watched her. Realizing I was waiting for her to say something about
the wine, she said "Umm ... it's nice, sir ... I mean ... it's not sweet ... but
it's nice..." soaking in the first taste of wine.
As I smiled, she added "I like it, sir..." taking one more sip as if to
reassure me. Somewhat relieved, I leaned back in my chair and stretched
my legs. My leg grazed against hers under the table as I did that, and I
noticed that she made no attempt to pull her leg back. Soon the starters
arrived, and as the evening progressed, I saw Sapna beginning to relax
slowly.
To my pleasant surprise, she agreed to a second glass being poured for
her, and I could see she was now beginning to unwind. She began to
speak more freely with me, though never dropping the 'Sir' bit, and told
me more about herself. Hers was the classic story of someone who'd been
forced to start working part-time even as she was in school, to help make
ends meet in her household.
She came from a small nearby industrial town, and had dropped out of
school to take up working full-time, once her father lost her job when the
factory that he worked in, was forced to shut down. She'd come into our
city about a year back, and lived at a working women's hostel. The matter
of fact manner in which she told me about her circumstances, without
any hint of melodrama, made me respect her all the more. With a glass of
wine inside her, she was distinctly more talkative now, and I for one was
doing all the listening.
Taking a sip from her recently refilled glass, she sat forward and said
"You know, sir ... all those generous tips you gave me ... with that, I
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bought a watch for my father, a saree for my mother, a suits for both my
younger sisters..." the pride and joy evident in her eyes. I'd been tipping
her with the sole intent of fucking her, and when I heard her speak with
such uninhibited satisfaction about what she'd used the money for; I
couldn't help but hate myself for the unscrupulous bastard that I was.
Watching her speak with an open heart, I wondered what kind of
impression she would have formed about me. As she spoke, she adjusted
herself in her chair to get more comfortable, and I saw her reach up to
unbutton the top most button at the neck of her formal women's shirt,
and then pull her collar forward to adjust her top to a more comfortable
position. I was reminded of the first time that I'd met her, when I had
taken Jigna to the store.
On that visit, I had noticed how she had left the top button of her shirt
open in a similar fashion, and had automatically interpreted it to be a
flirtatious, if not seductive, gesture. In my mind, I had automatically
formed the stereotyped impression of her being an easy-lay; someone
who'd willingly drop her pants provided I threw enough money at her.
But now, I was beginning to see her in an altogether different light. As
adjusted the sleeves of her well fitting white formal top, I realized that
the opening the button of the shirt was probably just to get comfortable,
since the top was stretched taut across her firm breasts. Given that she
was so attractive, she could have easily chosen to make some extra
money by whoring herself with moneyed bastards like me.
But the more I was beginning to observe her, the more convinced I was
about how wrong I had been in my assessment of her. It's a well know
fact that sales girls are trained to titillate men, so that we loosen the
strings of our purses, and become more generous that we otherwise are.
Sapna's mannerisms in the store, were perhaps just that; a trained
response when dealing with male customers.
I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I hadn't realized my mind
had wandered off. I felt hand on my palm and shaking me gently. "Sir..."
she enquired, a hint of a smile on her lips, as she gazed at me with
something like amusement. "Uh, yes..." I responded, coming out of my
reverie and sitting up in the chair. "I'm sorry, sir ... I didn't realize ... I
have been boring you with my talk..." she said with an embarrassed
smile.
Shaking my head, I sat forward, and taking her slender fingers in my
hand, I said "No, Sapna ... you are not boring me ... I'm just happy that
you are beginning to treat me like a friend now..." giving her hand a
reassuring squeeze. She looked into my eyes for a moment, as if trying to
read them and figure out if I was for real.
Dropping her gaze to the empty chair on the other side, on which the
bouquet which I'd given her lay, she said "Sir ... I'm the one who's
grateful to you ... for treating me like a friend ... and not like a..." her tone
sincere as left her sentence unfinished. There was an awkward silence, as
I too didn't know what to say, my heart waging a raging battle with my
mind.
Mercifully, the waiter arrived with main course, and we soon tucked into
the delicious food, the wine having whetted our appetite. After the waiter
left, having refilled our glasses once again, Sapna said to me "I'm so glad
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that you introduced me to wine, sir ... it's ... it's really nice..." smiling
uninhibitedly for the first time that evening.

Part - 50
Watching her smile, I realized that the wine had indeed loosened her up,
and was probably giving her the kind of feel-good buzz that only good
wine can give. "I'm glad you liked it..." I said simply, gazing at her fondly.
As I watched her eat, I saw that her movements had become more
languid, the wine starting to asset itself.
The rest of the evening progressed pleasantly enough, and by the time we
finished dinner, I knew that I was going to sleep well that night, thanks
to the excellent wine and the sumptuous food. As I was settling the bill,
Sapna noticed the generous tip that I left behind, and commented
"You're very kind, sir..." instantly associating herself with the waiters
who had attended to us that evening.
"No, I'm just a spoilt brat living off his father's money..." I said with a wry
grin as I stood up. As she too followed suit, she just looked at me with a
mysterious smile, saying nothing. As we walked back, it was pleasantly
cool outside, and the lush green property was swathed in moonlight. I
saw Sapna wrap her arms around herself, and rub her arms.
"Feeling cold..." I asked her, smiling at her. "A bit..." she answered with a
smile, letting out an involuntary shudder. The bamboo shed that served
as the parking place, was deserted, and unlit except for a single ornate
gas lamp. As we reached the bike, she turned towards me and said "Sir ...
I don't know how to thank you ... I ... I have never had such a wonderful
evening..." her expression serious as she searched for words.
"Oh, that's easy..." I replied with a smile " ... you just have to say 'Thank
You'..." emitting a good natured chuckle. As she smiled wistfully at me,
and pursed her lips, I reached out to touch her arm and said "Oh, come
on, Sapna ... for a change you should perhaps try to see things from my
perspective too ... on what a pleasure it is for me to have the company of
a lovely person like you..." squeezing her shoulder gently.
She just gazed at my face, in the dim light of the gas lamp, her mind in
some thoughts of her own. As she stood there, shifting from one leg to
another, with her arms instinctively wrapped around herself, as a result
of the chill, I decided that I was not going to do anything today to spoil
the 'feel-good' mood.
Taking off my fine leather jacket, I wrapped it around her shoulders,
even as I said "Here ... wear this ... we don't want you catching a cold on
the bike, do we... ?" smiling at her good naturedly. As I put the jacket on
her, patting her shoulders, she just looked at me wistfully, with an
unreadable expression in her eyes.
As I looked into her eyes, I could see nothing but gratitude in them;
perhaps coupled with the fear that such things that were too good to be
true, seldom lasted. The poor girl was probably thinking about how
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different the worlds that she and I came from were.

"Sapna..." I said to her aloud, startling her out of her reverie. As she
looked at my face, I said "Don't think too much, Sapna ... and try not to
read too much into things ... sometimes it's better to take people at face
value..." surprising myself with where this piece of philosophy came
from. Perhaps, it was the wine, I surmised. Whatever prompted me to
say that, it had the desired effect, for she suddenly shook her head, as if
trying to clear her head of unwanted thoughts.
Smiling at me warmly, she said "Yes, sir..." pursing her lips, a trifle
embarrassed that I had read her mind so easily. As I leaned against the
tank of my bike, I added with a grin "But that doesn't apply to rich, mean
assholes like me..." leaving her shaking her head incredulously. With a
very somber look on her face, she took a step forward to come closer to
me. Placing her hand on my fore arm, she said softly "Sir, please don't
ever say that..." her tone so hurt that it made me wince.
Emitting a little laugh to lighten the mood, I began to say "Hey, I was..."
only to be cut off by her again. "No, sir ... please don't ever say that ... not
even as a joke..." her lips beginning to quiver, even as her voice became
hoarse. In the dim light from that single gas lamp, it seemed to me like
her eyes had become moist. "Girls..." I groaned to myself " ... you can
never predict when they get emotional..." Wiping the grin off my face, I
just watched her silently, standing there, with my jacket draped across
her shoulders, clutching that bouquet of flowers to her chest as if it were
the most prized possession in the world for her.
"Perhaps wine does this to girls..." I mused, watching the sexy 21-year old
sales girl Sapna, who'd so reacted so unexpectedly to a bit of self
deprecating humor from me. Desperately trying to think of something to
say to lighten the mood, I said "Lucky flowers..." muttering under my
breath. "What, sir... ?" she asked automatically, not having caught what I
said. "Those flowers ... they are very lucky..." I said, grinning broadly
once again, as I pointed towards the bouquet that she was holding
clutched to her bosom.
"Why, sir... ?" she asked automatically, before realization dawned upon
her. Blushing, she smiled, my little trick having paid off. "Even my jacket
is luckier than me..." I added, realizing that flirting with her was the best
way to get her mind off unwanted emotional baggage. She blushed again,
and as she smiled, I felt latent lust beginning to simmer again. I was half
expecting her to come back with some witty retort, but she stood there,
smiling shyly, her eyes fluttering.
I glanced around to see if there was anyone else, and satisfied that there
were no people in the vicinity, I reached out for her and pulled her into
my arms. Leaning back against the bike, I held her slim, well-
proportioned, firm body against mine, my pelvis pressed against her firm
belly. As I held her in my arms and gazed into her eyes, I felt my cock
stiffen inside my briefs, and I was sure that she felt it too.
"Sapna..." I whispered to her softly, my face only inches away from hers.
"Sir..." she whispered back, her breath hot on my face. With a soft groan,
I pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her with passion. I felt her respond
with fervor, wrapping her arms around my waist, and parting her lips to
allow me to slide her tongue into her mouth. As I kissed her, I felt her
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push her pelvis towards me, the passion simmering inside her igniting. I
felt her fingers dig into my waist, as a soft moan escaped her lips, even as
I continued to kiss her with renewed vigor.
Pulling my lips away from her, I said "Sapna ... can you feel how much I
am turned on by you... ?" my voice thick with arousal, as I pressed my
stiffening cock to her pelvis. I saw her nod in the affirmative, too shy to
speak. Reaching up to run my fingers along her ears, I asked "Does it
bother you, Sapna ... how I feel about you... ?" my voice husky.
"No, sir..." she murmured, her voice catching in her throat. "Are you
sure, Sapna... ?" I probed again, my fingers running down the side of her
neck, causing her to close her eyes, and turn her head sideways. "Yes, sir
... I am sure..." she breathed out huskily, her fingers digging into my
waist. My hard-on was beginning to ache inside my underwear, as it had
been in a state of constant arousal since morning.
Sapna's eyelids were half closed, as she leaned against me, in the
darkness of the parking lot; partly on account of the wine, and partly on
account of her own arousal. She had a near perfect figure, which was
accentuated by the well fitting formal black trousers and white formal
top that she wore. Her medium sized 32-B breasts, encased in that well-
shaped padded bra, strained against the fabric of her buttoned top, the
open button at top giving me a glimpse of her cleavage.
I was leaning against the bike with my legs well spread out, and her
standing between my outstretched legs, leaning against me. The way she
stood there expectantly, was almost as if she had submitted herself to me
totally, and was waiting for me to take her. Looking intently into her
eyes, I gently placed my palm on the swell of her breasts.
Squeezing the firmness of her breasts through the shirt and her padded
bra, I relished the feel of her supple 21-year old breasts. An involuntary
shiver ran through her body, but she made no attempt to pull away. For
me, there was something incredibly erotic about feeling up a young girl,
outdoors in a public place like this. She watched my hand, as my fingers
fumbled with the second button of her top, and finally opened it.
As I ran my palm across her chest, parting the shirt, her padded black
bra came into view. My left hand was holding her by the small of her
back, as I began to run my finger gently along the cup of her bra, feeling
the smoothness of her skin. I threw one more glance towards the cobble-
stoned path that led to the parking shed, and was relieved to find it
devoid of any passer-byes. Slowly, I began to open all the buttons of her
shirt one by one, till I had all of them open.
"Sir..." she whispered, almost helplessly, as she stood there in front of
me, with the front of her white collared formal top fully open now. She
had a lovely figure; her torso curving into a slender waist, before flaring
out towards her well proportioned hips. Placing both my hands on the
side of her waist inside the top, I squeezed gently, feeling the firmness of
her bare abdominal flesh. Slowly, I slid my hand upwards, till they once
again came to the swell of her breasts under the black padded bra.
She stood there, with her hands hanging limply by her side, her fists
rolled into balls, as she let me play with her incredibly sexy body.
Caressing her breasts through the thickly padded bra, I said to her
"Sapna, you have a lovely figure..." my voice thick with arousal. "Thank
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you, sir..." she replied automatically, still unable to let go of her formal
mannerisms with me. Unable to control my desires any more, I quickly
slid my hand behind her back, and began to fumble with the hook of her
bra.
By the look on her face, I could see that she was alarmed, and she looked
around nervously to check if anyone else could see us. I was having
trouble opening the hooks of her bra, and seeing that, she reached
behind her back herself, and helped me get the hooks open. As the hooks
came undone, her bra became loose, and without wasting a moment, I
pushed the cups of her bra up, baring her breasts to me.
Most girls who wore padded bras, usually had very poor breasts, and the
pads were used to compensate for that. But Sapna was an exception. Her
breasts were almost perfectly rounded, and were just the right balance
between firmness and softness. Dark as her skin tone was, her lovely 32-
B breasts were capped by a pair of reasonably large darker aereolas, and
mouth wateringly erect black nipples.
As the cool night air caressed her bare breasts, she shivered
involuntarily, hunching her shoulders, and clasped her hands together
across her belly. "You have beautiful breasts, Sapna..." I said hoarsely,
my eyes glued to her young bared tits. This time, she did not respond
with her usual "Thank you, sir..." and only managed to let out a little
sigh.
Reaching up, I gently placed my palms on her lovely breasts, relishing
the incredibly firm softness of them. As my palm grazed against her
aroused nipples, she shuddered involuntarily, and squeezed her eyes

shut. Wrapping my arms around her back again, I leaned forward and
rested my face against her breasts, relishing the feel of them against my
cheek. "Oh, sir..." I heard her cry out softly, as her hands automatically
moved to my head, and caressed my hair, nuzzling my face against her
bosom.
I was tempted to squeeze her bared breasts roughly, and suck on the like
crazy, but I wanted to be gentle and loving with her. Closing my eyes, I
maneuvered my face to a postion where my lips grazed against her
nipples. With a soft sigh, I thrust my tongue out and began to run it on
her aroused nipples, eliciting another soft cry from her, and a tigheting of
her grasp on my hair.
I was in such a tender state of mind, that I showered her breasts with all
the love that I could, licking and sucking on them passionately, albeit
with extreme tenderness. To her credit, she allowed me to feast on her
tits to my heart's content, never complaining or attempting to pull away.
When I finally pulled my face away from her breasts and straightened, I
could see a look of infinite tenderness in her eyes.

Part - 51
As I gazed at her, standing there like subdued slave in front of me, with
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her shirt fully open and her bra pushed up above her breasts, allowing
me to enjoy her lovely body in whatever way I deemed fit, I suddenly felt
sorry for her. After all, wasn't this the reason I was being so nice to her. If
she had not given herself to me, would I have been so kind to her?
As these uncomfortable questions assailed my mind, I turned to look
away from her. "What happened, sir... ?" I heard her ask softly, her voice
trembling. "Nothing, Sapna ... nothing..." I answered, shaking my head as
I continued to look away. "Tell me, sir ... please..." she asked again,
reaching out to touch my cheek and turning my face towards her again.
As I remained silent, consumed by my own conflicting thoughts, she said
"Sir ... I will do anything you want..." her voice so soft I could barely hear
her. "Anything, sir..." she repeated, reaching down between our bodies
and placing her hand on the bulge of my penis, inside my tight jeans and
underwear. Such was the totally submissive tone of her voice that I felt
something tug at the strings of my heart.
A lump came up in my throat, as I suddenly felt disgusted with myself.
"Anything, Sapna... ?" I repeated; my tone a question. Nodding her head
quietely, she answered "Yes, sir ... anything..." forcing a week smile to her
lips. "Why, Sapna ... why... ?" I cried out in anguish, my face torn by the
conflict that was raging inside me. She was silent for a moment, my
outburst catching her off guard.
After a pause, she looked into my eyes, and said in a somber voice "I
don't know, sir ... I don't know ... I just feel like it..." The simplicity and
honesty of her answer made me want to hug her, and that is precisely
what I did. With a groan, I reached out with both my arms and embraced
her, holding her tight against me, her head cradled under my chin, and
her breasts mashed against my torso.
"Oh, Sapna..." I groaned softly, continuing to hold her, as I placed soft
kisses on her forehead and cheeks. I hated it when I found myself in such
a state of mind, where my cock waged a battle with my heart. I was still
very hard, and my erect cock which was bulging through the thick denim
of my jeans, was pressed against her taut belly. But however much I
wanted to rip open my fly and yank out my cock, I just couldn't get
myself to do it.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed her away gently from me, and held her at
arms length. With a wry smile on my face, I began to push her bra back
in place. As she looked at me incredulously, I reached behind her back,
and this time somehow managed to get the hooks of her bra in place.
She stood there like a mute spectator, allowing me to do what I was
doing, with a bewildered expression on her face. Realizing that my
actions may end up conveying a rejection to her, I paused after I had
hooked up her bra.
Placing my hand on her cheek, I said to her tenderly "Sapna, you are so
lovely that I just want to possess you ... but..." unable to complete what I
had set out to say. "But what, sir... ?" she asked gently, a curious
expression on her face. "Nothing..." I muttered, shaking my head, and
dropping my gaze.
As I began to silently button up her shirt, and smoothen the creases, I
cleared my throat and said "It's not just about what I want, Sapna ... it's
also about what you want..." I began, trying my best to explain to her why
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I had stopped. "But, sir ... I ... I also want..." she began to speak even
before I could complete, as if protesting.
Cupping her sensuous dark face in my hands, I smiled wanly at her and
said "Look, Sapna ... I wanted to meet you ... I called you out for dinner ...
and I wanted to..." letting my eyes convey the rest. "So, today ... it's all
been about what I want..." I continued, speaking to her in a soft gentle
tone. "Maybe some other day ... if you want to meet me ... and if you feel
like ... like how I am feeling today ... maybe then ... we will ... take it
forward..." the last few words coming out in an embarrassed rush.
She kept looking at my face for a brief while, as if mulling over what I had
just said. "OK, sir..." she said finally, dropping her gaze. She did not say
anything beyond that, and so I asked "Sapna, do you understand what
I'm trying to say... ?" my voice pained.
Raising her eyes to look at me, she reached out and placed her hand on
my chest. Pursing her lips, she smiled at me and said "Yes, sir ... believe
me ... I understand..." her eyes conveying to me that she really did.
Tilting her head to one side, she lowered her gaze to my chest, and said "I
have never met someone like you, sir ... someone so..." absent mindedly
running her hands over my chest as she left her sentence unfinished.
I remained silent, and when she looked up at me, there was a look of
such love in her eyes, that I felt like it was all worth it. That look did a
whole world of good to my self esteem, and I felt the heaviness disappear
from my heart. We stood there silently for a while, with her standing
close to me, her hands on my chest.
After a while, I said "I better get you back to your hostel, Sapna ... before
it's too late..." Nodding her assent, she simply said "Yes, sir..." and began
to pull the jacket I had given her, over her arms. I kicked the bike to life,
and as I put on the helmet, I was pleased to see her sit on the bike in the
manner that guys did, with legs on either side.
"Let's go, sir..." I heard her say from behind me, even as she wrapped her
arms around my belly, and held on to me tight, pressing her lovely firm
breasts to my back. We rode back in relative silence to her hostel, and in
the interest of privacy, I dropped her off a few blocks away from where
her hostel was located.
As she got off the bike, clutching those flowers I had gifted her, she said
to me softly "Sir, I don't know what to say to you ... no one ... no one has
ever made me feel this special..." struggling to keep her voice steady. I
could see that her eyes were moist, and as she blinked to keep herself in
control, she said "I must have done something good in my life ... to
deserve a person like you..." her voice thick with emotion, as she stood
there by my side, clutching the flaps of the jacket that I had lent her.
I didn't know what to say, so I just kept quiet. "If you don't mind, sir ...
can I keep this jacket with me for a day... ?" she asked in a soft voice.
Caught unawares by this strange request, I answered "Uh ... of course ...
sure ... why not ... you can take it if you want..." fumbling with my words.
At this she just smiled, and leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my
lips, said "Good night, sir..."
Smiling at her, I replied "Good night, Sapna ... and thank you for the
pleasure of your company tonight..." as I kick started my bike. Without
waiting for her to reply, I engaged gear and rode off. As I swung my bike
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to the right at the intersection, I saw that she was still standing there in
the deserted lane, wearing my jacket, and clutching that bouquet of
flowers that I had given her, watching me go.
As I rode home, I let out a deep sigh, and said to myself "You have to be
the strangest prick in this world, Jignesh ... taking out a girl to fuck her,
getting her blouse open; and then leaving her standing in the street with
a bunch of stupid flowers in her hand..." as I shook my head in disbelief
at my own unpredictable temperament and behavior.
It was nearing 9:00 PM by the time I neared my colony, and as I slowed
down the bike, I muttered to myself "Sorry, pal ... looks like you'll have to
make do with my hand tonight..." addressing my cock, which was still
throbbing painfully inside my underwear. Just as I was approaching the
lane of my house, I spotted a solitary woman, wearing a Gujarati saree,
walking ahead, clutching two plastic bags in her hand that seemed to be
filled with vegetables, and some rice.
Noticing something familiar about her, I slowed down, and as I came
closer, I realized that the woman was none other than Alkha bhabhi; that
lovely 27-year old Gujarati housewife, whom Mayuri ben had introduced
me to. Slowing the bike down as I came next to her, I pushed up the visor
of my helmet, and said "Hello, bhabhi..." smiling at her through my
helmet. Startled at someone coming up suddenly by her side on the road,
she looked at me with alarm on her face. It took me a moment to realize
that she probably couldn't recognize me in the dark, especially since I
had the helmet on.
She was frightened at being accosted by a stranger on the street at this

time of the night, and had begun to walk away quickly, when I called out
to her "Bhabhi, it's me ... Jignesh..." even as I stopped the bike and took
off my helmet. "Ohh ... Jignesh bhai ... I thought..." she exclaimed, the
relief writ large on her incredibly fair face, when she saw that it was me.
"I'm sorry I scared you, bhabhi..." I said with a little laugh, causing her to
laugh too, the relief evident in her body language now.
"Come, bhabhi ... I will drop you..." I found myself saying automatically.
"Oh, no ... it's OK ... I can walk..." she replied, a trifle embarrassed at my
offer. "Oh, come on, bhabhi ... it's late ... and I promise I won't make you
fall..." I said with a little laugh, eliciting a smile from her. Awkwardly, she
somehow managed to clamber on my bike, clutching both her bags, and
holding on to the grab rail behind her for dear life. As I rode slowly, I
asked "How come you came out to buy grocery so late in the night,
bhabhi... ?" wondering why she was out at this time.
"Oh, my husband ... he came late ... and he did not want to have rotis ...
and he said he wanted to have pulaav..." she replied, referring to an
Indian dish made by cooking rice along with some vegetables, and spices.
"And there was nothing in the house ... so I came out to buy it..." she
finished. "Hmm..." I muttered, wondering what a jerk her husband was
to send her out to buy grocery at this time of the night, especially when
she had a 7-month old infant to take care of.
As I stopped the bike in front of her house, she clambered off the bike
with some difficulty, and said "Thank you very much, Jignesh bhai..."
Aroused as I was, I found myself looking her over, admiring the heavy
swell of her swollen breasts under the Gujarati-style saree that she was
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wearing. As I mumbled something absent mindedly, she asked "Have you

had your dinner yet, Jignesh bhai... ?" smiling at me nervously, as she
was distinctly uncomfortable with me being there especially when her
husband was in the house.

Part - 52
Before I could answer, the door swung open, and a man's voice called out
"Who is it... ?" the tone challenging. The man, who stood there, was a
thin scraggly fellow, probably in his mid-thirties, with unkempt stubble
on his face, and wild disheveled hair that was in dire need of both a cut
and a wash. His face was lean, with hollow sunken cheeks, and a crane-
like neck, with a prominent Adam's apple.
He wore a tattered sleeveless vest, and a pair of loose baggy trousers that
had definitely seen better days. By the scared expression on Alkha
bhabhi's face, I could quickly make out that this was her asshole of a
husband. "Uhh ... this is Jignesh bhai..." I heard Alka bhabhi explain to
her husband, her voice trembling.
"Who Jignesh bhai..." her husband demanded, staring at me angrily,
before turning on his wife again. "Jignesh bhai..." Alka bhabhi repeated
her voice a plaintive plea " ... I told you about him, na..." she continued
earnestly, walking up to him. As she walked up to him, I saw her saying
something in a fierce whisper to her husband, her eyes blazing with
fervor.
Suddenly, some sort of realization dawned upon the main, and his
scraggly face creased into a broad grin, displaying a set of yellowed and
tobacco-stained teeth. "Arreee ... Jignesh bhai ... why didn't you tell me
before..." he exclaimed, chiding his wife, as if she'd not said that before.
Opening the gate of their verandah, he practically ran towards me, and
grabbing hold of my hand, shook in enthusiastically.
As he came close to me, I could make out that man was reeking of some
cheap country liquor, the offensive smell mixing with that of the paan
masala that he seemed to have his mouth filled with. "I am Kamlesh..."
he said grinning from ear to ear, continuing to pump my hand, even as
Alkha bhabhi stood there with a pained look on her face. Looking at him,
I wondered how such a filthy man had managed to marry a lovely woman
like Alka bhabhi.
"Arree ... why are you standing outside, sir ... please come in ... please..."
Kamlesh bhai said, sounding so eager to please that I wondered what the
hell was going on. "Uhh, no thanks ... I better go..." I answered with a
polite smile. "Oh no, how can we allow that ... for so many years we have
lived in the neighborhood ... and this is the first time you have honored
us by your presence ... you must at least step in for a glass of water..." he
went on effusively, bobbing his crane-like neck to and fro.
"Arree baba ... let Jignesh bhai be ... he must have work to do..." Alka
bhabhi spoke up from behind, gauging my discomfiture, and trying to
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help me out. "You shut up, you silly woman..." Kamlesh bhai snapped at
his wife " ... what work will he have at this time... ?" dismissing his wife.
Turning to me again, he grabbed hold of my hand, and said "At least
come in for some time ... have a glass of water please..." his tone so
subservient that I could not refuse him.
"Oh, OK..." I answered with a smile, as I put the bike on its stand and
followed him into their house. Alka bhabhi's husband was a tailor by
profession, and they ran their little business from the house itself. As a
result, the living room was converted into a makeshift tailoring shop,
with a battered old sewing machine in one corner of the room, while
pieces of cut cloth were lying scattered all over the room. There was
practically no furniture in the living room except for single diwaan with a
couple of old bolsters, and a few cheap plastic chairs.
The floor was strewn with little pieces of cloth, some cheap toys, and a
battered old black & white TV was perched on top of a wobbly stool in
one corner, the only channel available being Doordarshan. A little girl of
about 3-years was sitting on the floor, watching TV, and upon seeing a
stranger enter their house; she got up and hid behind her mother's saree.
There was an old wooden cradle, with a cloth tied across it, and I
presumed Alka bhabhi's second baby, was sleeping in it.
As I entered the room, Alkha bhabhi began to hastily clear the diwaan
that also doubled up as a single cot, making place for me to sit. Today
too, she was attired in a simple pale yellow cotton saree tied the Gujarati
way, with a matching blouse under it.
As she bent forward to pick up the junk strewn across the cot, the pallu of
her saree fell forward, and I was once again treated to the sight of her
disproportionately large swollen 34-D breasts straining inside her
blouse, her milky white fleshy belly, and those hips flaring out into a
heavy voluptuous ass, so typical of Gujarati housewives especially after
they have given birth to children.
I noticed that she was no longer wearing those red glass bangles that I'd
seen adorning her milky white hands the other day. Instead they were
replaced by a thick black plastic bangle on one hand; the other wrist
being bare save for a red thread tied to an amulet. Flashing me a nervous
smile, she muttered "Ohh, Jignesh bhai ... I am so sorry ... our house is in
such a mess..." embarrassed at me having to see the condition they lived
in.
Her husband had gone into the single bedroom in the house, and using
the moment, I asked her softly "Bhabhi, your husband ... umm ... how
does he know about me... ?" still unable to figure that out. She glanced at
the bedroom door nervously before answering in a low voice "Oh,
Jignesh bhai ... I am sorry ... I didn't want to tell him about you ... but
what could I do ... he searched through my purse ... and found the money
you had given me ... and demanded to know where I had got it from..."
her words coming out rapidly, as she kept herself busy with picking up
the stuff lying around in the room, and keeping an eye on the bedroom
door at the same time.
Pausing for a breath, she continued "If I hand't told him ... he would have
accused me of God only knows what ... and made life miserable for me ...
so I told him that I had approached Mayuri ben for help ... and that she
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had spoken to you ... and that you had agreed to help us ... and that you
had given her the money ... which she gave to me..." finishing her
explanation. I rolled my eyes, as I thought to myself "Great ... now not
only does this scumbag know about it ... but also the gossipy old Mayuri
ben..." my annoyance evident on my face.
Seeing the expression on my face, Alkha bhabhi came up to me, and said
"I'm very sorry, Jignesh bhai ... I'm very sorry ... I could not think of what
else to tell him..." in a voice so apologetic that I instantly felt sorry for
her. Smiling, I replied "Oh please, bhabhi ... why are you apologizing ... I
was just curious..." putting a soothing tone to my voice. Just about then,
Kamlesh bhai came out, buttoning up and old shirt.
As soon as he came in, he ordered Alka bhabhi "Arre, what are you doing
here ... go inside and get some water for Jignesh seth..." making it a point
to refer to me a seth. As Alka bhabhi went into the kitchen quietly, he
invited me to sit on their diwaan, while he himself sat on one of the
plastic chairs. As Alka bhabhi came out carrying a glass of water in a tray,
he said "Saheb ... Alka told me about the big upkaar you have done for
us..." putting on a sufficiently subservient tone.
As I took the glass from Alkha bhabhi, I just smiled wanly at him. "At
first, I scolded her for troubling you ... but then later I thought ... after all,
aren't neighbours supposed to help each other ... what to you say, seth...
?" he continued, continuing to grin like an idiot, annoying me further.
"And Bhagwaan has sent big people like you to this world ... to help small
people like us only, na ... what do you say, seth... ?" he continued. I
nodded my assent, and mumbled something in assent.

After the heavy meal, I was feeling very thirsty, and asked Alka bhabhi
for another glass of water. As she went into the kitchen, Kamlesh bhai
slid his chair closer to me, and leaning forward, said "Seth ... why don't
you do one thing ... why don't you buy this house from our landlord ...
then you can get the rent, na ... instead of that haraami..." dropping his
voice to a conspiratory level.
"What do you say, seth... ?" he prompted for the umpteenth time;
something which was beginning to get on my nerves. "What a conniving,
bastard..." I thought to myself. Before I could respond, Alka bhabhi came
into the room, and I used the opportunity to change the topic. Looking at
her, I said "I am sure you to have start your cooking now, bhabhi ... so I
will take your leave now..." rising up from where I sat, and handing her
the empty glass.
Before she could say anything, her husband jumped out of his chair, and
catching hold of my hand said "Arre ... how can we let you go so soon,
saheb ... after all this is the first time you have come to our
gareebkhaana..." trying his level best to hold on to me for some more
time.
As I began to protest, he cut me off by saying "Nahi, nahi ... how can I
allow that ... I am a poor man ... but my wife cooks well ... and after all ...
you are alone also now na, seth ... what will you go home and eat now..."
dragging me inside once again. I protested again and told him that I'd
eaten out and was not at all hungry, but he was in no mood to listen to
me. "Arre, seth ... you are a jawaan mard ... I am sure you will have some
place in your stomach for our simple khaana..." he insisted, smiling
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ingratiatingly again.
Perplexed, I looked at Alka bhabhi, who was also looking at me with a
helpless expression on her face. I felt sorry for this lovely woman, who
was cursed to live with this useless son-of-a-bitch for the rest of her life.
As both of them looked at my face, waiting for my answer, I quickly made
up my mind, and said "OK ... but only if Alka bhabhi promises me that
she will not make anything else apart from the pulaav that she was
planning to make..." looking in the direction of Alka bhabhi with a smile.
"Arre ... how can that be..." her husband began to protest, but I cut him
off. "I will stay back only on that condition, Kamlesh bhai..." I said with a
smile, but in a firm tone that let him know that I was not going to
entertain any more discussion on that. "Sure, seth ... sure ... whatever
you say..." agreeing to me immediately, as he ordered the poor Alka
bhabhi to go in and start cooking immediately.
"Asshole..." I muttered under my breath, hating the man more and more
with each passing moment. Before Alka bhabhi went into the kitchen, she
gave me a grateful smile that conveyed more than words ever could. I sat
down on the cot once again, and began to play with their shy 3-year old
daughter, trying to befriend her. Kamlesh bhai had followed his wife into
the kitchen, and I could hear him arguing about something with his wife,
but I couldn't make out the words.
I could hear Alka bhabhi whispering to him fiercely, and he responding
to it angrily. After a few moments, he came out of the room. I ignored
him, and continued to play with the little girl, who was still too shy to be
comfortable with strangers.

Part - 53
From the corner of my eyes, I could make out that he was fidgeting
around, as if wanting to speak to me about something. But I continued to
igrnore him. Finally I heard him clear his throat, and say "Umm, Jignesh
bhai ... I ... umm ... was wondering if you would be kind enough to ... errr
... have a ... umm ... you know ... a small one ... with me... ?" smiling
sheepishly, even as he made the sign of a small peg with his thumb and
forefinger.
Seeing the reluctance on my face, he came forward, and said "I know big
people like you drink only the English stuff ... and if you want I can go
and get it for you..." grinning sheepishly again. "Umm, no thanks,
Kamlesh bhai..." I replied smoothly, smiling at him, and speaking loud
enough for my reply to be heard by Alka bhabhi in the kitchen too. His
face fell when I declined, and I could see the conflict raging through his
mind.
I was sure that he drank his country stuff every night, and was probably
wondering how he could drink in my presence. Now that I had anyways
agreed to wait till Alka bhabhi prepared the food, I thought that I might
as well make it easier for him and me. "But please feel free to have your
drink, Kamlesh bhai ... I will give you company with some nimbu
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paani..." I said with a smile.

A bulb seemed to have suddenly come on in his face, for his face lit up
with joy, as he beamed, exclaiming "Oh, that is very kind of you, seth..."
grinning from ear to ear again. "I am a poor man, seth ... I only drink desi
daaru ... but my man also supplies beer ... can I get some beer for you,
seth... ?"
His calling me "seth" time and again was beginning to get on my nerves,
and just to get rid of him for some time, I said "Alright, Kamlesh bhai ...
whatever you say ... just stop calling me 'seth' please..." trying to sound as
polite as possible. "Oh, ok ... sure ... whatever you say, seth..." her replied,
before breaking up into a cackling laugh at his own gaffe.
He hung around; scratching the back of his head, and it took me a while
to realize what he was waiting for. Reaching for my wallet, I extracted
two five hundred rupee notes from his wallet, and thrust it into his hand.
Taking it from me with a sheepish grin, he glanced at it surreptitiously
before exclaiming "Oh, I don't need this much, seth..." once again calling
me that.
Pressing my forefinger to my lips, I winked at him conspiratorily, and
said "Keep it..." flashing him a knowing smile. He beamed at that, and
nodding his head enthusiastically, thrust the money into his shirt pocket.
"I'll be back in a flash..." he exclaimed as he practically rushed out of the
house, checking himself just in time, and not calling me 'seth' again.
Heaving a sigh of relief, I headed back into the living room of the house. I
saw the little girl staring at me wide-eyed, shy, yet curious.
Smiling at her, I searched my pocket for some candy, and finding one,
offered it to her. Her eyes lit up when she saw that, and she came forward
tentatively. Snatching the candy from my hand, she was about to turn
around and run, when I caught her and lifted her in my arms. She
squirmed and giggled when I tickled her, and carried her into the
kitchen, where her mother was busy preparing a meal for her
undeserving husband.
Upon seeing her daughter being carried by me, Alka bhabhi smiled at me
warmly, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "Has he gone... ?"
she asked me in a resigned tone, referring to her husband. "Yes..." I
replied with a wry smile on my face. She opened her mouth to say
something, but then checked herself, and kept silent, shrugging her
shoulders.
Walking up to the platform, where she was washing the rice, I said
"Bhabhi ... I knew he wanted to drink ... and if I had said no ... I know he
would have taken out his frustration on you ... that's why I agreed..." by
way of explanation. "Oh, Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to explain
anything to me ... I know that whatever you do ... will be keeping my
interests in mind..." she replied, looking sideways at me with a resigned
yet grateful expression on her face.
Clad in that pale yellow saree, with the pallu tied around her slender yet
fleshy waist, her swollen breasts straining inside that blouse, and her
milky white skin shining with perspiration, she looked immensely
desirable to me.
Visions of her in my house, feeding me her milk-swollen breasts, taking
my slimy cock in between them, sucking on my cock, and allowing me to
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cum in her mouth, flashed before my eyes, and I felt my cock harden
instantly. Guitily, I lowered the child on to the floor, who trotted away
into the living room immediately.
With the two of us in the kitchen, Alka bhabhi also seemed to be thinking
of the same thing, for she suddenly said "Jignesh bhai ... I haven't told
my husband that ... that I had come to your house..." her voice faltering,
keeping her eyes away from mine. "I told him that I have met you only
once ... at Mayuri ben's house ... on her daughter's birthday..." she added,
still avoiding looking at me.
"I understand bhabhi..." I said simply, realizing how awkward it was for
her to say this. "A soft heart and a hard cock are a lousy combination..." I
thought to myself, as I realized how I was yet again torn between my lust
for this incredibly desireable 27-year old lactating housewife, and my
empathy for her situation. "And I'm very sorry for having put you in this
situation, Jignesh bhai..." I heard her saying, turning to look at me once
again. "What situation, bhabhi... ?" I asked, daring her to explain.
Embarrassed, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand once again,
before replying "Now you have seen what my husband is like, Jignesh
bhai ... and all I can do is say sorry to you for his behavior..." her eyes
downcast. "Oh, no ... there's a lot more you can do, bhabhi..." I replied,
chuckling to lighten the mood. As she looked up at me questioningly, and
saw me smiling, her lovely pale face lit up with a shy smile.
Glancing at the open door of the living room, I walked up to her, and
wrapped my arms around her slender yet fleshy waist. Pressing my hard
cock bulging inside my jeans against her ample fleshy bottom, I placed
the palms of my hand on her fleshy belly. I saw the color rush to her
cheeks immediately, as she threw a nervous glance towards the door of
the kitchen.
"Don't worry, bhabhi..." I whispered into her ear " ... I was just teasing
you..." as I smiled good naturedly. "I just wanted to say thank you for
inviting me to enjoy the food cooked by your own hands..." I said softly,
as I let go off her belly, and squeezed her wet hands, planting a soft kiss
on her flushed cheeks.
"Ohh..." she breathed, as I let go of her, and stepped back, smiling at her
warmly. I knew that she would have had her heart in her mouth for a
moment, at my bold move, and there was something like relief and
immense fondness writ all over her face, as she blushed, and smiled shyly
at me; unable to say anything. "Come on ... let me help you ... I am quite
good at cutting vegetables..." I said with a laugh, dispersing the nervous
energy in the room.
She protested vehemently, but I eventually convinced her to let me cut
the vegetables she needed for the pulaav. I was still in the kitchen,
cutting the vegetables, when Kamlesh bhai returned, clutching two black
plastic bags under his armpit. He came straightaway into the kitchen,
and shoved a few bottles of beer into their antiquated second-hand
refrigerator, that was bursting at its seams.
"Arree..." he exclaimed when he saw what I was doing " ... you have put
our guest to work in the kitchen... !" chiding his wife. "Oh, I told him not
to ... so many times ... but he just wouldn't listen..." Alka bhabhi
exclaimed in a mock exasperated tone, albeit with a fond smile on her
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lovely face.
Her husband was quick to open a bottle of beer for me, and pour it into a
glass, while he poured a stiff measure of the strong smelling country
liquor for himself, grinning at me sheepishly as he did that. I spent the
next half an hour or so with him in the living room, sipping slowly on the
insipid beer, even as he got himself quite drunk on his own poison.
By the time Alka bhabhi served him dinner, he was quite high, and
beginning to get overtly garrulous. He staggered as he went into the
bathroom to wash his hands, and when he returned after splashing water
on his face, I could see that his sunken eyes were bloodshot. While
having dinner, he threw a tantrum at his wife, on the salt being a bit too
much in the yogurt-based salad that she'd prepared; to to my shock,
flung the bowl to one corner of the room, mouthing obscenities at her.
The poor Alka bhabhi took all of this silently, used as she must have been
to his drunken artrocities in the house. However, I could not miss the
embarrassment on her face, at being humiliated like this in front of me.
Even their 3-year old little daughter was silent through out, staring at
both her parents, in wide-eyed fear. I was anyways full, and therefore did
not eat much, and the momentI saw that the little girl was through with
her food, I excused myself and stood up.
I carried the empty plates into the kitchen, and got the little girl to wash
her hands. She had warmed up to me by now, and was not so
apprehensive any more. So disgusted was I by Alka bhabhi's boorish
behavior that I decided I needed some fresh air. I told them that I would
take their daughter out for a stroll, and buy her some ice-cream.
The kid's face brightened up at the mention of ice-cream, and she
willingly came along with me. I saw Alka bhabhi give me a grateful
glance, just as I stepped out of the house, even though her eyes were
moist with tears.
I walked up to a near-by store that remained open till late in the night,
and bought some ice-cream. As I walked back, the 3-year old toddler,
clutching my finger, I wondered what the hell I was doing here, with this
family, which to me seemed beyond salvation. When we got back, the girl
ran up excitedly to her mother, showing off the ice-cream cone that I'd
bought for her, eliciting a weak but grateful smile from her mother.
Kamlesh bhai sitting sprawled on the cot, clutching the nearly empty
plastic bottle of country liquor. As he saw me, he staggered up, and asked
with a stupid grin "Would you ... like ... to have ... some more ... beer... ?"
his speech slurred, and his eyes bloodshot. "Don't mind, OK seth ... I will
just finish this before I go to sleep..." he slurred, waving his nearly empty
bottle of hooch. I just gave him a forced smile, and stretched my back.
I'd been out more than half the day, and my back was beginning to ache.
And with half a bottle of wine, and a bottle of beer inside me, I too was
beginning to feel sleepy. As I yawned, I heard Kamlesh bhai yell at his
wife "O Alka ... go make the bed for Jignesh bhai ... he is tired now ... and
he wants to sleep..." staggering up from his cot, and fetching some paan
masala from his shelf. Hearing his shout, Alka bhabhi came rushing out
of the kitchen, the surprise writ large over her face.
Motiong to her with my eyes to ignore what he'd just said, I got up and
said to him "No, Kamlesh bhai ... please don't bother ... I will just go
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home and sleep..." His mouth full of that paan masala, he shook his head
in his drunken stupor, and said "No, sir ... no way ... you are tired ... and
you have had beer to drink ... so it is not safe for you to go home alone
now ... so you will sleep here tonight..." staggering on his feet, and his
speech slurred.
"But why are you forcing him ... when he doesn't want to..." I heard Alka
bhabhi protest, her voice indignant. "Shut up ... you stupid bitch..."
Kamlesh bhai roared at her, shouting out so loud that their 7-month old
baby, who was sleeping in the cradle all this while, startled, and started
wailing.
"Oh, God ... help me..." I heard Alkha bhabhi cry out in anguish, as she
rushed to the cradle and picked up her wailing baby. Clutching the baby
to her bosom, she looked at me through teary eyes, before rushing back
into the kitchen.
Staggering up to me, Kamlesh bhai placed a bony hand on my shoulder
and muttered "Ignore her, seth ... you please accept my humble
invitation ... to give you shelter for the night in my humble abode..." his
speech melodramatic in his drunkenness.
As I began to protest, he shook his head adamantly, and folding his
hands in melodramatic placation, almost begged me "Please, seth ... I
insist ... otherwise I will feel that you do not consider me your friend..."
bowing his head in front of me, and being persistent the way drunks
could be.

Part - 54
I mulled over it for a minute before coming to a conclusion. I could have

chosen to walk out, but I wasn't sure how much of it this drunken bastard
would remember when he woke up tomorrow morning. I did not want to
hurt his lousy sentiments much, because I had a vested interest in his
wife. Moreover, given what I had seen so far, I was apprehensive of what
more he would subject his poor wife to, if I refused his ask, and went
home.
Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded my head and said quietly "Alright,
Kamlesh bhai ... but I'm doing this only because I respect you..." giving
him an expressionless look. "Arre waah..." he exclaimed, his bloodshot
eyes lighting up, as he took my hands in his, and kissed it effusively.
Disgusted, I pulled my hands away, just as Alkha bhabhi came back into
the living room, carrying her baby, whom she'd managed to put back to
sleep.
Even though she seemed to have washed her face, I could see that her
eyes were red, as were her nose and cheeks. Upon sighting her, Kamlesh
bhai announced "Did you hear that, darling..." suddenly transformed into
a loving husband " ... Jignesh bhai has said that he will sleep here ... what
I told you... ?" he finished, as if berating her for challenging his intellect,
even as he gloated at her. As she looked at me, with that pained look in
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her eyes, her eyes conveying her utter helplessness, I just nodded at her
subtely, and gave her a reassuring smile.
In the midst of all this commotion, the little girl had quietly curled
herself into a ball on the floor, and gone to sleep. I shook my head in
disbelief, wondering how that girl was coping with the madness in this
house. Instinctively, I went and picked her up in my arms gently, taking
care not to wake her up. "Oh, leave her..." I heard Kamlesh bhai call out
from behind me. But I ignored him completely, and cradling the child's
head on my shoulder, I turned to Alka bhabhi and asked her softly
"Where does she sleep, bhabhi... ?" my voice tender.
Alka bhabhi looked at me with a wistful look that conveyed a whole
bunch of emotions, ranging from frustration and helplessness at the
situation, to immense love and gratitude at my empathy. "Inside..." she
said softly, her voice hoarse in her throat, as she silently walked into their
bedroom.
The single bedroom in their house was practically bare, save for a
battered old metal cupboard, a couple of thin cotton mattresses rolled up
in one corner, on top of a battered old aluminium trunk, and one old bed,
which was just a little bit bigger than a single bed. Reaching behind the
door, she switched on a tiny night lamp that was plugged into a standard
socket on the switch board that swathed the room in a pale milky white
light, which was just a bit brighter than the light emitted by a mosquito
repellent.
Bending down, she dragged out a thin cotton mattress, and quickly
spread it out on the floor. She then proceeded to cover the mattress with
an old bedsheet that had also been rolled into the mattress. Propping up
a pair of battered old lumpy cotton pillows, she looked up at me and said
softly "You can lay her down here, Jignesh bhai..." I moved forward, and
getting down on my knees set the little girl gingerly down.
She immediately turned to her side, and curled up in a feotal position. As
I covered the little girl with a thin bedsheet, I saw Alka bhabhi looking at
me with a somewhat sad expression on her face. When she caught my
look, she blinked rapidly before reaching out to clutch my hand. "Jignesh
bhai..." she spoke, as her voice caught in her throat " ... I don't know what
to say to you..." shaking her head, as her lush pink lips quivered, and a
large tear drop rolled down her cheek. "Hushhh..." I shushed her,
reaching out to place my arm across her shoulder, and caressed her back
gently.
It was as if a dam had broken, for suddenly I felt her body being wracked
with sobs, as she clutched my arms, in that kneeling position and she
clutched my arm with her fingers, as if hanging on for dear life. "Not
now, bhabhi ... not now..." I said to her, holding her head to my shoulder
in my own keeling positon, as I caressed her back in an attempt to soothe
her. After a minute, her sobs subsided, and she let go of my hand.
Straightening her head, she wiped her tears, and looked at me. Seeing me
smile, she too forced a smile to her face.
As I stood up, she followed suit, and we both walked back to the living
room, Alka bhabhi immediately going into the kitchen to avoid letting
her husband see her teary-eyed face. "Arree ... atleast give him a lungi to
wear..." Kamlesh bhai practically yelled across the room, as he saw his
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wife scurrying into the kitchen. "Don't bother ... I am fine..." I told him "
... I am used to sleeping my my jeans..." forcing a smile on my face.
"How can you be comfortable in that ... you must change..." he slurred. I
realized there was no point in arguing with a drunken man, and agreed.
Hearing him call out to her once again to give me a lungi, Alka bhahi
came out of the kitchen and silently went into the bedroom. She came
out a few moments later, carrying an old lungi that had definitely seen
better days. "I'm sorry ... this is the only clean one I have..." she said
softly under her breath, as she looked at me with eyes downcast,
ashamed of their miserable situation. "It's fine, bhabhi..." I said softly,
making it to touch her fingers, as I took the garment from her hand.
As I went into the bedroom to change, Kamlesh bhai followed me,
staggering and holding on to the walls for support. As I slipped of my
shirt and jeans, and wrapped the lungi around my waist, he said "You
sleep here only, Jignesh bhai ... this room is much cooler ... and that
mattress is the most comfortable..." swaying on his feet, as he stood at
the bedroom door. Before I could protest, he added "I will sleep there..."
pointing to the diwaan in their living room.
Realizing there was no point arguing with him on anything, I just said
"OK ... as you wish..." hoping he'd leave me in peace. He stood there for
some more time, his drunken mind trying to think of something else to
say. Finally, he asked me "Is there something else you need, seth..." his
speech so slurred that I could barely make out what he was saying.
I was tempted to say "Yes, I want you to fuck off and leave me and your
wife in peace..." but all I said was "Yes ... I'd like a bottle of water
please..." knowing that I would wake up in the night, thirsty after having
alcohol in my bloodstream. "Alka... " Kamlesh bhai yelled, and staggered
off towards the kitchen, ostensibly to order his wife to get me the bottle
of water I had asked for.
With a sigh, I sat down on the bed, and fell back against the pillows,
wondering once again, how the hell I had managed to get myself into this
situation. Letting out a loud sigh, I pulled my legs, and lay down on the
bed, giving my aching back some much needed relief. As I lay down, my
hand automatically went to my cock, which though aching, was no longer
hard. As my hand slid under the lungi, and gently squeezed my aching
cock through my damp underwear, my thoughts went to the suppressed,
but achingly lovable Alka bhabhi.
As I reminisced about how lovingly she had fed me her luscisous ripe
milk-swollen breasts, and the ardor with which she had sucked on my
cock, I felt my cock hardening. But at the same time, my thoughts were
also drawn to her tear streaked face, and the way her ungrateful drunk
husband had flung that bowl of salad across the room in front of me, just
because he found the salt a bit too much for his taste.
I groaned to myself, and jerked my hand away from my cock, unable to
conjure up thoughs of lust about her. Shaking my head, I found myself
laughing at the irony of my situation. Today had been a day that had
tested my patience to the limit; starting with the groping session with the
two delectable young teenage school girls, Amisha and Gunjan, followed
by that lovely evening with the sexy 21-year old sales girl Sapna, which
culminated in much emotion and nothing else; and now getting caught in
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the rather tragic domestic situation of the immensely desireable 27-year

old Alka bhabhi.
"Serves you right, you horny bastard..." I thought to myself, finding
myself smiling at the irony of my own situation. Hearing some footfalls, I
jerked my hand away from under the lungi. It was just in time, for Alka
bhabhi came into the room. As I sat up in the bed quickly, pulling the
lungi down, she came up to the side of the bed. She was holding a bottle
of water in her hand, and placing it on the floor near the head of the bed,
she said "Water..." her voice so faint I barely heard her.
"Thank you, bhabhi..." I replied softly, watching her intently. She stood
there silently near the bed, silhouetted against the light that streamed in
from the living room, clutching her hands, as if contemplating about
something to say. In the light coming from behind her, I could clearly
make out the curvy shape of her deliciously curvy body. She had a
naturally curvy body, neither thin nor fat, and the two pregnancies had
added just about the right amount of fleshiness to her body.
I could see the outline of her swollen breasts encased inside that tight
pale yellow blouse under the pallu of her saree, disproportionately large
when compared to her relatively slender torso. I could also see the
outline of her relatively slender waist, with a moderate amount of flab on
her belly on account of the two pregnancies, which flared out into
incredibly wide hips, and a delicious bulbous ass.
Just as I wondered, what she was thinking about, Kamlesh bhai
staggered into the bedroom. Alka bhabhi swiftly turned around to leave,
and walked past him out of the bedroom. "Arre ... sahib..." he slurred
drunkenly " ... you are still awake..." seeing me sitting on the bed.
Without waiting for me to answer, he staggered to the metal cupboard in
the room and yanked it open.
I saw him rummaging for something inside, and after a while, he called
out aloud for his wife. Alka bhabhi came into the room, an exasperated
look on her face, as she exclaimed "Now what... ?" Turning to look at her
with irritation, he asked gruffly "Where's my lungi... ?" I watched silently,
as Alka bhabhi walked up to the cupboard silently, and handed him his
lungi.
Even as I watched, he pulled off his shirt and flung it in one corner of the
room. Opening the buckle of his baggy shapeless trouser, he let it drop to
around his ankles, and kicked it to another corner of the room. He wore a
pair of dirty gray underwear underneath, that was cut like boxers,
accentuating his skinny spindly legs.

Part - 55
"Good night, Jignesh bhai..." he muttered to me drunkenly, as he

staggered out of the room, without waiting for me to respond. As soon as
he left, Alka bhabhi came into the room. Coming up to me, she said softly
"Jignesh bhai ... can you help me bring my baby into the room... ?" her
voice hesitant as she asked me that.
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Not fully understanding what she meant, I immediately answered in the

affirmative none the less, and followed her out into the living room. Her
husband was lying sprawled on the cot there, watching some old Hindi
film songs playing on their battered old black & white TV, absent
mindedly scratching his groin area; a habit very common among some of
these rustic folks.
I watched as Alka bhabhi reached into the cradle, where here 7-month
old baby lay fast asleep, and picked her up in her arms. Turning to me,
she requested me to help her move the cradle into their bedroom, visibly
embarrassed at having to trouble me for that, when her husband was in
the house.
As I lifted the old wooden cradle, and moved it into the bedroom, I saw
her looking at her husband, lying sprawled on the bed, eyes half closed,
and barely aware of what was going on around him. Having got the
cradle inside, Alka bhabhi once again lay her baby in it, and gently patted
the baby to sleep, rocking the cradle gently.
After she left, I took another swig of water from the bottle and lay back
on the bed once again. I could hear Alka bhabhi tidying up in the kitchen,
as she went about washing the dirty utensils, and putting the leftovers in
the refrigerator. So tired was I that I didn't realize when I slept off, and I
was suddenly woken up by the sound of an infant crying.
Startled by the sound, I woke up groggily, and it took me a moment to
realize where I was. I was lying on my stomach on the bed, and someone
had thoughtfully put a sheet over me. My eyes automatically went to the
illuminated dial of my chronograph, and I realized that it was well past

midnight. That meant that I had been asleep for more than an hour.
The house was dark except for the soft glow thrown by that tiny night
lamp plugged into the wall socket. The sound that had woken me up was
the crying of Alka bhabhi's 7-month old baby. As I watched through half
open eyes, I saw Alka bhabhi, who'd been sleeping on the thin mattress
laid on the floor, alongside her 3-year old daughter, sit up slowly.
Rubbing her eyes, she gingerly stepped across her sleeping daughter, and
picked up her baby from the cradle, muttering soft sweet nothings to the
infant under her breath. Picking up the baby, she sat down on the floor,
cross-legged, cradling the baby in her lap, and rocking her to and from,
hushing her softly from time to time.
By now, my eyes had grown accustomed to the semi-darkness in the
room, and in addition to the soft glow bathing the room from the night
lamp, I realized that I could see much more clearly, on account of the
light streaming in from the partly open window of the bedroom, the
source being a neon street lamp, outside their window.
The window was just above the bed on which I lay, and as a result the
light from the street lamp fell directly on her, keeping me in the shadows.
Through half open eyes, I saw her throw a quick glance at me, before
reaching reaching under the pallu of her saree. It was then that I realized
that Alka bhabhi was about to breastfeed her baby, as the infant had
probably woken up for her nightly feed.
My mind was fully alert by now, and I felt my cock beginning to stiffen
almost immediately, trapped as it was between me and bed, as I lay on
my belly, my face turned towards the inside of the room, away from the
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window. As I waited with bated breath, my heartbeat quickening, Alka

bhabhi quickly undid the bottom two hooks of her pale yellow cotton
blouse, and in one practiced motion, pulled up the cup of her cheap
cotton bra, to bare her left breast.
As she pulled up the pallu of her saree for a brief moment to bring her
crying baby's mouth to her mammary gland, I caught a fleeting glance of
her milk-swollen milky white left breast, in the dim light of the street
lamp outside.
That one glimpse was enough for my stiffening cock to twitch under me,
hardening considerably, before I heard the baby's cries being replaced by
hungry suckling sounds, as she fed her thick nipple into the infant's
mouth. I could not see the baby feeding, as she had drawn the pallu of
her saree across her child, more from habit than anything else.
Once or twice, I heard the baby beginning to cry again, the nipple
probably slipping out of her mouth, but was quickly silenced by Alka
bhabhi, who reached under her saree, and adjusted her breast to allow
the baby to feed.
After a while, I saw Alka bhabhi reach under her saree again, and pull her
bra up the other breast also, and turn her baby around in her lap to feed
her from the other teat. Once again, as she did that, I caught a fleeting
glimpse of her swollen milky white breasts, capped by large light brown,
almost pinkish, thick nipples, which were so characteristic of young
lactating mothers.
My cock was painfully hard inside my briefs now, and I found myself
involuntarily pressing it against the firm cotton mattress. Suddenly, I

heard someone cough and my eyes were drawn to the open door of the
bedroom. Framed in the door way was the unmistakable figure of Alka
bhabhi's husband, Kamlesh bhai.
He stood in the doorway, clad in his tattered old sleeveless vest and that
lungi tied loosely, well above his waist. Hearing his cough, I saw that
Alka bhabhi's glance was also drawn to him. As he stood at the door,
gently swaying from side to side, his left hand holding the door frame, I
noticed that his right hand was between his legs, idly scratching his
groin.
"Do you need something... ?" I heard Alka bhabhi ask him in a soft
whisper, the irritation in her tone unmistakable, even as she continued to
breastfeed her baby. I heard him grunt something inaudible, before he
walked into the center of the room slowly, swaying a bit. It was when he
came into the area that was illuminated by the faint light from the
window, that I was able to see him clearly. What I saw caused my heart to
skip a beat, and my mouth to go dry.
Her drunken husband had not been scratching his groin, but had been
idly stroking his partly erect cock! In the neon light streaming from the
open window, I saw that his very slender, but reasonably long cock, was
partly erect, and he was stroking the shaft slowly, using his thumb and
forefinger. I saw a pained look come on Alka bhabhi's face, as she threw a
quick glance in my direction, obviously worried about my waking up.
As Kamlesh bhai approached Alka bhabhi, where she was sitting cross-
legged on the floor, cradling her baby in her lap as she breastfed the
child, she looked up at him and hissed "What are you doing... !!!" the
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shock and disgust evident in her fierce whisper. Once again, her husband
just muttered something under her breath, and came up to stand inches
away from her.
Pulling his loosely tied lungi open toward one side, he continued to
stroke his slowly hardening cock, a stoned look on his face, as he swayed
slowly from side to side. Taking a step towards her, and almost thrusting
his thin stiffening cock in her face, I heard him grunt "Choos..." ordering
her to suck on his cock! I had never in my life seen a more perverted
scene.
A drunk husband, holding his cock in his hand, standing in front of his
wife; who was sitting on the floor, breastfeeding her recently born baby;
and ordering her to suck on his cock simultaneously. "Pleasee ... what are
you doing..." I heard the poor Alka bhabhi beseech her husband in a
plaintive whisper, as she turned her face away in disgust.
As I watched dry mouthed, Kamlesh bhai grabbed hold of the bun of hair
roughy, and tried to shove his cock into her mouth again! The helpless
Alka bhabhi resisted this, turning her face from side to side, her eyes
screwed shut, and her mouth twisted with distaste, shock, and hurt.
"Chooos, sali ... or I will..." I heard that disgusting asshole grunt gruffly,
as he yanked his wife's head back roughly by the bun of her hair, forcing
her to look up at him, his not fully erect snake-like cock swaying inches
away from her lips. "Please ... please ... let me atleast finish feeding her..."
was Alka bhabhi's piteous whispered cry, as I witnessed the humiliation
she was being subjected to by her filthy husband.
For some reason, he swayed back, letting go of Alka bhabhi's hair. He

staggered back a step drunkenly, and stood there, stroking his slender
cock slowly with just his thumb and forefinger. Mercifully, the baby
seemed to have had her full, for the suckling sounds had ceased, and I
could hear her soft rhythmic breathing.
With a sickened expression on her face, I saw Alka bhabhi, gingerly pick
up her sleeping child and place her in the cradle. Her drunk husband
watched this without any expression on his face, continuing to play with
his thin cock, in some desperate attempt to get it hard.
As Alka bhabhi, straightened, after having put her child back to sleep,
Kamlesh bhai grunted "Choos..." once again. Still on her knees, Alka
bhabhi looked up at her husband, and whispered "Go out please ... I wil
come there..." once again throwing a nervous glance at the sleeping form
of her 3-year old daughter, as well as me.
Suddenly, I saw Kamlesh bhai raise his right hand, and slap the pleading
Alka bhabhi right across her milky white plumpish cheeks. The sound of
him slapping sounded like a whiplash in the dead silence of the night,
and I felt my heart nearly stop. I desperately wanted to jump out of the
bed, and punch that sick bastard's teeth down his throat, but managed to
control myself with a lot of effort.
Gritting my teeth, I watched silently, as I lay there seething on the bed.
Upon being slapped so violently, Alka bhabhi was too stunned to react
for a moment. It took for few seconds for her to lift her hand to feel her
cheek, which I was sure was smarting from the stinging slap. In the dim
light from the neon street lamp, I saw her body heave, as she suppressed
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a sob.

Part - 56
Without giving her any time to react, he grabbed hold of her face once
again by her chin, and lifting it up roughly, growled "How many times do
I have to tell you... ?" his words slurring once again, as he held his cock in
his other hand, and thrust it towards her face again. I watched
mesmerized, as the lovely Alka bhabhi, knelt in front of her drunken
husband, and wordlessly opened her mouth to take his filthy snake-like
cock inside!
As he grabbed hold of her head once again, and roughly thrust his cock
into her mouth, I heard a an audible gasp escape the lush pink lips of
Alka bhabhi's mouth, as she involuntarily gagged on his cock. I heard
him emit a low throaty groan, as he thrust his pelvis forward, sending his
snaky cock slithering into her mouth.
"Choos saali..." I heard him grunt for the umpteenth now, as he held on
to the back of her head with one hand, jerking his pelvis back and forth in
jerky, uncontrolled movements. In the dim light streaming from the
window, I could see how the poor Alka bhabhi's face was twisted
grotesquely in disgust, as her husband forced her to suck on his cock,

right infront of the sleeping forms of his baby, daughter, and a guest!
Even as I watched though my half open eyes, I saw him reach out with
his left hand and yank the pallu of her saree off her shoulder. Alka
bhabhi had not put her blouse and bra back in place after feeding her
baby, and as her husband roughly pulled the pallu of her saree off her
shoulder, I was presented with the view of her swollen milky white milk
laden breasts dangling from under the pushed up cups of her cheap
cotton bra, the blouse held in place across her chest by a solitary hook.
Thrusting his hand down towards her lush full ripe breasts, I saw
Kamlesh bhai tug at her blouse, causing the hook to snap. Bending
forward slightly, I saw him grab her disproportionately swollen 34-D
breasts, and squeeze them roughly, eliciting an audible cry of pain from
Alka bhabhi's mouth, which was stuffed with his rapidly enlarging cock.
Continuing to thrust his stiffening cock into her helpless mouth, he
simultaneously began to palm and cup her heavy milk laden dangling
breasts, roughly pinching those thick pinkish brown erect nipples
occasionally.
Without warning, he yanked his cock out of her mouth, and took a step
back. Impatiently, he tugged at his lungi, even as he swayed from side to
side, and flung it aside. As he stood there, with his slender cock
protruding like an thin angry snake from between his spindly legs, I
realized that he was now going to fuck her!
Despite the perversion and cruelty of what was being played out right in
front of my eyes, I realized that I was also extremely aroused, and my
cock was painfully hard now. He grunted something to her, and I heard
her plead with him in a painful whisper "Please ... not now ... not here ...
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he may wake up..." pointing with her hand in my direction, even as he

begged with him on her knees.
In addition to being stone drunk, Kamlesh bhai was now also mad with
lust, as he ignored her pleas, and just bent forward to roughly push her
down on the floor. As I watched dry mouthed, my heart thudding in my
chest, he squatted down between her legs, and roughly pushed up her
pale yellow saree and the white petticoat underneath.
As Alka bhabhi's fleshy milky white thighs came to view, I saw him clutch
her knees and roughly push her legs open. Squatting on her haunches
between her outstretched thighs, he reached up between her legs, and
roughly yanked down her plain white cotton panties.
"Please ... no ... please..." I heard Alka bhabhi plead with him in a
plaintive whisper, even as she tried to twist and get away from him. If
ever I had seen a husband about to rape his own wife, this was going to
be it. As I watched, I saw him hold her by her thigh, and raise his fingers
towards his mouth to spit on them noisily.
Muttering something unintelligible, he thrust the two middle fingers of
his right hand between the hapless Alka bhabhi's thighs, and roughly
thrust them into her cunt! I heard Alka bhabhi emit a tiny squeak of pain,
before she thrust her hand to her mouth, in an attempt to stifle her own
cry.
Reaching down between her legs, she tried to grab hold of her husband's
wrist, but her slapped her hand away angrily. Squatting on his haunches,
I watched as the sickening Kamlesh bhai, thrust two fingers of his right
hand roughly in and out of his pleading wife's cunt, in an attempt to

lubricate her before he entered her.
After a few rapid thrusts with his fingers, he pulled his fingers out, and
adjusted himself on his haunches, trying to position his almost fully erect
snake-like slender cock at the lips of Alka bhabhi's vagina.
Alka bhabi now seemed to be resigned to her fate, for I saw her turn her
face to one side, and lie there mutely, even as her drunk and lust-crazed
husband tried to shove his cock into her cunt. After a few unsuccessful
attempts at entering her, and with no cooperation from her, I heard him
curse her under her breath, as he leaned forward and yanked the pillow
from under his sleeping daughter's head.
Mercifully, the 3-year old girl did not wake up, and as I watched Kamlesh
bhai, thrust the pillow under Alka bhabhi's milky white voluptuous butt,
in order to give his cock better access to her cunt. Supporting himself on
his knees, he held her thighs wide open in a V, and finally managed to get
his cock head past the lips of his wife's vagina. I heard him grunt, as he
held his cock in place, and then thrust his pelvis forward roughly,
sending his cock tearing into the hapless Alka bhabhi's 27-year old child-
bearing cunt!
I saw Alka bhabhi's face twist to one one side, as she bit her lips, and
screwed her eyes shut, a soft cry of pain escaping her lips none the less,
as her drunken husband forcefully thrust his cock into her unwilling
cunt. Her fingers clutched the sheet on the thin cotton mattress on which
she'd been pushed down upon, as her drunken husband began to
awkwardly fuck her.
Not satisfied with his position, I watched him as he grabbed hold of her
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thighs, and roughly pushed them upards, forcing her to bend her legs at
the knees. Then holding her by her knees, he pushed her thighs apart
further, thus making her vagina more accessible to his lust-inflamed
cock. I heard him begin to grunt rhythmically, as he began to thrust his
hips back and forth, trying his level best to shove his cock as deep into
her vagina as possible.
The poor Alka bhabhi just lay there like a limp puppet, her legs pushed
up in the air, bent at the knees, and her milk-laden swollen breasts
wobbling on her chest, as her drunk husband kept thrusting his penis
into her unwilling vagina. As the tempo of Kamlesh bhai's thrusts
increased, I saw him reach out with one hand and grab hold of one of her
swollen wobbling breasts, and squeeze them painfully.
A familiar smell assailed my nostrils and it took me a moment to realize
that the smell was of the breast milk oozing out of the lactating Alka
bhabhi's disproportionately swollen breasts. Like a crazed animal, I saw
him bend forward suddenly, and grabbing hold of her wobbling breasts,
squeeze them together painfully.
I heard one more cry escape Alka bhabhi's lips, as her crazed husband
squeezed her breasts together painfully, before he clamped his mouth on
her swollen milk-oozing nipples, and began to chew and suckle on them
like an animal.
So perverted was the near-rape of this lovely 27-year old mother of two,
that I found myself involuntarily squeezing my rock hard cock, between
by belly and the firm cotton mattress. Letting go of her breasts, Kamlesh
bhai straightened his back, and began to thust into her with renewed
vigor. I could now hear the sounds of his slender bony pelvis smacking
into her luscious fleshy well rounded butt, as his lust began to mount
with each passing moment.
As his thrusts became more vigorous and more rapid, I began to hear soft
rhythmic grunts beginning to escape from Alka bhabhi's mouth also, as
she lay there under him, with her legs pushed up in the air, her hands
clutching the thin cotton mattress on either side, her head pushed back
causing her neck to be arched, and her mouth open, the gasps escaping
her parted lips.
Suddenly, without warning, her drunk husband, who had till now been
bucking his hips with crazed lust, ramming his slender cock into her
cunt, fell on top of her with an audible groan. Almost lying fully on top of
her, his hips began to jerk spasmodically, and suddenly with one final
thrust, he let out a prolonged groan, and collapsed on top of her.
His bony fingers continued to maul her luscious breasts, even as he
continued to grind his pelvis against hers, his mouth biting and chewing
on her humungous breasts like a crazed animal. That's when I realized
that the drunken animal had come inside her, and that he was now in the
throes of his orgasm.
He continued to twist and groan on top of her for a few moments more,
before collapsing in a heap on top of the unresponsive body of his lovely
wife. After a long pause, when all I could hear was the sounds of his
labored breathing, coupled with that of Alka bhabhi's shallow gasps, he
groaned, and rolled off his wife. He rolled on to the bare floor, and lay
there spent, his mouth agape, and his limp shrunk cock lolling between
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this spindly thighs.

After some time, I saw him sit up groggily, swaying from side to side. I
froze when he crawled over the limp body of his wife, and came towards
my bed. As I held my breath and screwed my eyes shut, I heard him pick
up the bottle of water placed next to my bed, and drink from it hungrily.
Putting the bottle down, he staggered to his feet, swaying dangerously.
Without bothering to pick up his discarded lungi, I saw him stagger out
of the room, and go into the toilet in the passage. Too drunk to even shut
the door of the toilet, I heard him piss noisily into the toilet bowl, before
he staggered out and somehow managed to drag his scrawny ass to the
cot in their living room. There was the thud of him practically collapsing
on that cot, followed by silence.

Part - 57
I lay there immobile, my eyes partly open, as I looked at the

ravaged Alka bhabhi, who lay there like a rag doll. She had
scarcely moved from the position that he had left her in. She
lay on her back, immobile, her saree in disarray, the blouse
ripped open, the bra pushed up, her mouth watering milk laden
34-D breasts spread across her slender chest, her saree and
petticoat pushed up to her pelvis, and her milky white thighs

wide open.
Seeing her lying there, the silence punctuated only by the tick
of the clock on the wall, and her ragged breathing, I wondered
for a moment if she'd fainted. That's when I saw her stir slowly,
as she slowly raised her bruised hands towards her face.
Covering her face with both her hands, I watched as she
squeezed her thighs together, and a huge sob wracked her
body.
Pulling her hands away from her face, I saw her clutch her
pillow, and open her mouth wide open, to emit a prolonged
silent scream of frustration. Finally, she thrust the palm of her
hand into her mouth, to stifle the cries that threatened to
escape her lips, even as her body was wracked by her sobs.
Watching this 27-year old lovely housewife, cry her heart out,
lying on the floor at an arm's length from me, I felt my heart
go out to her. I so badly wanted to reach out to her, and take
her in my arms to comfort her. I feel my body becoming hot,
seething as I was with rage, as well as the extreme arousal at
what I'd just witnessed.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her sobbing seemed
to subside, and she painfully pushed herself to sit up on the
mattress. I saw her look at my apparent sleeping form for a
notably long period, before she hung her head in what seemed
like self pity. I saw her angrily wipe the tears off her cheeks, as
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she slowly pushed herself to her feet, adjusting the pallu of her
saree across her shoulders.
I watched, my heart torn apart at seeing her anguish, as she
gingerly walked out of the bedroom towards the toilet in the
passage. I let out a long breath only when I heard the door of
the toilet close behind her. In the silence of the night, I could
plainly hear the sounds of water splashing inside the toilet, and
I figured that she was probably washing herself clean of the
traces of her inhuman husband, who had come inside her.
I hoped in my heart that she'd had the good sense to have had
the operation done after her second baby, which would prevent
her from getting pregnant ever again. As I imagined the lovely
Alka bhabhi, sitting on the toilet seat, and washing her vagina
with water, I found myself twist on the bed, my cock throbbing
painfully.
Moving quickly, I reached under my lungi, and quickly took off
my underwear, which had not only become distinctly
uncomfortable, but were also almost soaked with all the pre-
cum that had oozed out of my cock, right from when I had
been in the movie hall with Amisha and Gunjan. I had just
about thrust my discarded underwear under the mattress on
the cot on which I lay, when I heard the door of the toilet
opening.
I lay on my side quickly, facing the side where Alka bhabhi

would lie down, clutching the pillow under my head, and
bending my leg at the knee, so that my erect cock under the
lungi would not be visible easily. I watched through the slit of
my eye, as Alka bhabhi came back into the room slowly. As she
sat down with a soft sigh on the mattress, right next to where I
lay, I saw that she had still not hooked up her blouse, even
though she'd pulled her bra cups down to cover her bulging
breasts.
As I watched on, I saw her reach behind her back, and fiddle
with the strap of her bra. As she withdrew her hand from her
back, I saw the straps of her tight stretched bra, spring open
from the back, causing her heavy milky white breasts to settle
down in the cups of her bra, under their own weight. I
presumed she had done that to soothe her sore torso that
would have got chapped by the strap grinding against her soft
skin, when her husband had savagely mauled her humongous
breasts.
She reached out for something lying next to the mattress, and
realized that it was her white panties which her husband had so
ruthlessly yanked off her legs. She held it in her hand for a
moment, as if contemplating on whether to wear it or not,
before letting out a little sigh, and thrusting it under her pillow.
Patting her pillow into shape, she gingerly lay down on the
mattress, a prolonged sigh of fatigue escaping her lips.
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I watched her as she lay there, her bosom heaving with her
breathing, her left arm draped across her forehead, partly
covering her eyes, and her right hand folded across her belly.
As she lay there, I saw that while she had one of her legs
stretched out straight on the mattress, she had pulled up the
other one, bending them at the knee, with the sole of her feet
resting on the mattress.
My mouth was parched, and my throat was dry. I badly wanted
to take a sip of water from the bottle placed next to the bed I
lay on; but couldn't do so now, as that would mean giving
myself away. As Alka bhabhi lay there, well within the reach of
my arm, I watched the way her heavy swollen milk-laden
breasts rose and fell rhythmically on her slender torso.
Despite the fact that she was lying flat on her back, her large
fleshy breasts did not hang shapelessly on either side of her
torso. Instead, they sat like a milk bag on the chest, bulging
outwards on either side like a ripe papaya. I was sorely
tempted to reach out and just touch her breasts, but after what
she had been subject to tonight, I could not get myself to touch
her, let alone indulge in any sexual act with her.
As I lay watching her, wondering when I would be able to give
my aching cock some relief, and also quench my thirst, I heard
her emit a barely audible moan. Her right hand, which lay
across her belly, slid upwards towards her swollen breasts, and
even as I watched, the fingers of her hand slowly slid under the
loosened cup of her bra.
It took me a moment to realize what this immensely desirable
27-year old housewife was doing, lying right next to me on the
floor. As I watched, my breath catching in my throat, Alka
bhabhi slowly pushed her fingers under the loosened cups of
her bra, and began to gently caress her swollen breasts under
it.
She still had left arm draped across her forehead, partly
covering her face, as she gently cupped one of her ripe milk-
filled breasts under her bra, and squeezed it gently. I saw her
bent leg sway from side to side, as her the fingers of her right
hand began to caress and squeeze her own aching breasts.
I had heard that lactating women often had to resort to
squeezing the milk out of their swollen breasts, especially if the
pressure of the milk became too much for them to bear. But it
was unlikely that would be the reason, since she had not only
breastfed her baby some time ago, but her breasts had also
been savagely squeezed and sucked upon by her drunken
animal of a husband.
So as I watched the subtle movements of her hand under her
bra, I concluded that she was in fact doing nothing but
pleasuring herself in this manner. I was sorely tempted to reach
out to touch her, and was almost about to did that, when I
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froze.
Before my disbelieving eyes, I saw Alka bhabhi pull her arm
hand away from her forehead. Reaching down with her left
hand, she began to pull up her saree and the petticoat
underneath, slowly baring her milky white thighs to my burning
eyes. I swallowed involuntarily and licked my parched lips, as
she gradually pulled her saree and petticoat all the way up,
bringing her sparsely haired vagina to my view.
I could not believe what I was seeing, and found myself biting
my lips just to check if I was awake, or simply dreaming. As I
bit on my lips painfully, I winced, and watched mesmerized, as
the lovely 27-year old lactating mother of two, having pulled up
her saree and petticoat above her waist, reached between her
legs with her right hand, and began to caress her sparely
haired moist vagina with the palm for her hand.
I watched, dry mouthed, as she squeezed and opened her
thighs once or twice, even as she began to caress the inflamed
lips of her thick vagina with the fingers of her right hand with
increasing vigor.
Her head was twisting from side to side, even as a soft muffled
groan escaped her lip, as she pulled up both her legs and
ostensibly slid two of her fingers into what seemed like an
inflamed sopping wet cunt! I blinked my eyes rapidly a couple
of times, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing was

happening for real.
As my heart thudded in my chest, watching the delectable Alka
bhabhi pleasuring herself with her milky white fingers, I
realized that this was the classic case of an unsatisfied
housewife, whose husband would use her mercilessly for his
own pleasure, but pay scarcely any attention to her needs.
I debated for a moment about what I should do now, before
coming to a conclusion quickly. I glanced at her one more time,
and shook my head in amazement, as she lay there, her head
thrown back, her eyes closed, and her fingers between her
thighs, trying to pleasure herself with her own hands!
Since I was lying on my left side, I reached out silently with my
right hand, and gingerly placed my hand on the back of her
right hand, which by now was beginning to caress and finger
her aroused cunt with increasing vigor. She froze when my
hand touched hers, and something like a little yelp escaped her
lips.
"Bhabhiii..." I whispered to her, my voice so hoarse and thick
from having held my breath for so long, that it sounded strange
to my own years. Her eyes flew open in shock, and her mouth
fell open, as my hand made contact with hers. Every
conceivable emotion, ranging from shock, shame, fear, and
hurt, to absolute humiliation, flashed across her face, as she
jerked her hand away from between her legs, and covered her
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mouth to prevent herself from crying out.

As the realization that I might have actually seen everything
that had transpired there in the room till that very moment, hit
her, she let out a little anguished whispered cry of "Noooo..." as
she buried her face in her hands in absolute shame.

Part - 58
I saw her twist to one side, clamping her thighs together, and shake her
head in denial, as she hid her face in her hands, as if refusing to accept
that her self respect had been stripped bare in front of me. Responding
with alacrity, I slid down the bed quickly, and was by her side in a flash.
Partly lying down by her side, I tried to wrap my arms around her body,
which she had now rolled up into a ball, laying on her side.
Her body was heaving with the huge sobs that wracked her body once
again, and for a moment I was seized with regret at having broken her
bubble. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my strong arms around her, and
laying down by her side, held her in my arms, gently caressing her back,
even as I kept whispering repeatedly "It's OK, bhabhi ... it's OK..."
praying that she would stop crying, and stop hating herself for having
been stripped bare in front of me.
I tried to pry her hands away from her face, but she resisted me fiercely,
drawing up her knees to her belly, and refusing to let me look at her, even
as her body continued to be wracked by sobs. After what seemed like an
eternity, I felt her sobs finally begin to subside, and her tense body begin
to relax. As I lay there by her side, holding her by her shoulders, I felt
that the pillow beneath her was soaked with her tears. As she blew her
nose, I gently pried her hands open, and cupped her face in my own
hands.
"Bhabhi ... I love you..." I said simply, as she finally opened her teary
eyes, and looked into my eyes, blinking rapidly, as the tears continued to
flow down her cheeks. In the pale neon light streaming from the open
window, I could see that her milky white cheeks were flushed red with
embarrassment and shame, as was her nose, which was swollen.
Her lips just did not stop quivering, and she kept shaking her head from
side to side, muttering something unintelligible under her breath, as if
cursing herself for something. "I love you, bhabhi..." I repeated hoarsely,
and on an instinct, pressed my parched lips to hers.
She froze, and shrunk back in revulsion, before relaxing, I kept my lips
pressed to hers, and held her by placing my hand on her back, as I kept
placing tiny kisses all over her face, repeating the same thing over and
over again in an attempt to get her under control. Eventually, she quit
fighting me, and looked at me bleary eyes, her lips moving soundlessly.
With a little cry, she flung her arms around my neck and buried her face
against my shoulder, clinging on to me like a small child. I felt
tenderness wash all over me, as I held her in my arms, gently caressing
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her back, and whispering sweet nothings into her ears. Slowly, her body
relaxed, and her breathing regained some semblance of normalcy.
As I propped myself up on my elbows, and gazed at her lovingly, she
looked into my eyes with an utterly helpless expression on her face.
Bringing my face to hers, I kissed her tenderly on her lush lips again.
This time, she responded by parting her lips, and with a groan, I slipped
my tongue into her mouth. As our tongues intertwined, I heard her emit
a little groan, and wrap her arms round my back, pulling my body
towards hers.
We lay like that, facing each other on our side, kissing passionately, and
holding on to each other as if hanging on for dear life. As her lush body
and heavy breasts pressed against mine, I found my cock hardening once
again, and press against her fleshy belly. Since I had removed my
underwear some time back, my erect phallus was sticking out like a pole
from the front of the lungi, and the wet swollen tip was nuzzling against
her belly.
As I gently pulled my lips away from hers, I gazed at her lovingly for a
while. She too looked into my eyes in the semi-darkness, her lips
quivering. It was as there was an outpouring waiting to come out of lips,
but she didn't know where to start from.
I could empathize with her predicament. I could relate to what would
have been going through her mind. A neighborhood boy had come out of
nowhere into her life, and had suddenly become her benefactor, offering
to support her family financially, when her able bodied husband couldn't.
On account of her pathetic domestic situation, she had been forced to

offer herself to this young boy, in return for monetary support.
If that didn't break a woman's self-esteem, and make her feel like a
whore, what did? As if that wasn't humiliating enough, the same boy had
now seen with his own eyes, how badly her husband treated her, both
under lights, and after that lights had been put out. Every housewife tried
her best to project the picture of domestic bliss to the outside world, for
having nothing else to show for herself, a 'happy family' was the only
thing she could cling on to.
And to cap it all, she had now been stripped of the last vestige of dignity,
when this 'outsider' had also seen her succumb to her own sexuality, and
her latent sexual desires that simmered under the facade of a decent
housewife. As she lay on her side next to me, knees bent, one hand
tucked under her cheek, and the other repeatedly clutching and releasing
her disheveled saree on her hips, I almost felt morally obligated to her in
some way.
Her blouse was open, and her thin white cotton bra, undone at the back,
was pushed up above those magnificent 34-D jugs of hers. Her loosened
saree and the white petticoat underneath were also in disarray, having
been pulled up above her knees. But as I gazed at her lovely milky white
face, flushed red with her tears, it seemed to me that she was scarcely
aware of her own nudity.
As I lay there, my head propped up by in the palm of my left hand, the
elbow resting on the mattress, absent mindedly playing the the strands of
her hair behind her ear lobes, I realized that we were both
communicating with each other through our eyes, words having suddenly
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become redundant.
Looking into the limpid pools of her moist eyes, I said softly "Nothing
has changed, bhabhi ... nothing has changed..." hoping my words would
convey what I intended to. She stared into my eyes for a moment, as if to
read my mind, before nodding her head slowly, her lips quivering.
I realized that the only way to distract her from her current state of self-
pity was to divert her attention to my own sexual arousal. My throbbing
hard cock was fully erect now, and still pressed against the fleshy folds of
her belly. Looking earnestly in to her eyes, I whispered huskily "Bhabhi
... I need you..." my voice a croak.
She continued to gaze into my eyes, unable to fathom what I was saying.
So I took her hand, which was resting on her hips, and guided it to my
throbbing penis, that stood crying for attention between my legs. As her
soft fingers came in contact with the hot skin of my rigid cock, she
suddenly seemed to come out of her reverie.
She blinked rapidly a couple of times, and swallowed involuntarily.
Nodding her head slowly, she closed her soft fleshy fingers around the
hard shaft of my cock, gently tugging at it. Sliding my hand upwards
towards her belly, I gently cupped one of her swollen milk-filled breasts
in my hand, and squeezed it gently.
The milky white smooth skin of her 34-D jugs felt so hot to my touch that
I was tempted to squeeze them roughly. Instead, I just gently caressed
them, feeling the wetness on her thick pinkish-brown milk-feeding
nipples, and said to her softly "Bhabhi ... always remember this ... any
man would be privileged to have a wife like you ... and I ... will always
love you ... no matter what..." meaning every word of what I said.
Other than the loving Kalpana bhabhi, if there was one woman who'd
touched me this way, it was her. Her eyes blinked rapidly upon hearing
my words, and as her lips quivered with emotion, I saw a solitary tear roll
down her cheek. Continuing to gently fondle her swollen papaya-shaped
breasts, I kissed her softly on the lips.
I felt her fingers close instinctively around the hot steely shaft of my
cock, as I kissed her. I gently pushed her on to her back, and swung my
right thigh over hers, my quivering cock pressing against the folds of her
saree & petticoat at her pelvis, where they were bunched together.
Leaning on top of her, I brought my mouth to those incredibly erotic
mammaries of hers, and began to run my tongue over them.
Her fingers automatically clutched the hair at the back of my head, and
an involuntary sigh escaped her lips as I did that. Sliding my palm
upwards from her belly, I cupped one of those milk swollen breasts in my
hand, and began to run my tongue in circles around her erect nipples.
The smell of her breast milk assailed my nostrils, and it only served to
arouse me further. Tenderly, I licked the fleshy jugs of her magnificent
breasts, occasionally flicking my tongue across her turgid thick nipples.
Sensing some movement on the other side of where she lay, I froze. Her
3-year old daughter, who lay sleeping next to us, had turned in her sleep.
As I froze, my breath caught in my throat, I felt Alka bhabhi tug at my
hair with urgency and pull my face towards her breasts again. As I
brought my mouth to her breasts again, I realized that in households like
this, perhaps it was perfectly normal for parents to have sex, right next to
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their sleeping children.

With a soft groan, I opened my mouth wide, and took the swollen tip of
her breasts into my mouth. I felt her squirm under me, as I began to suck
on her mammary flesh, my tongue lashing against her incredibly aroused
and thick nipples. Suddenly, I felt her grab hold of my shoulder, and
push me away. A sudden urgency seemed to have come into her, as she
pushed me back by my shoulder on to my back.
Beginning to breathe faster, she propped herself up on her elbow, and
swung her thigh across mine, just the way I had done her. It was almost
as if she had suddenly decided to give in to her desires, and take me.
There was always a latent aggressiveness lurking inside women who had
been suppressed most of their lives, and such was her display of passion,
that it turned me on immensely.
I watched mesmerized, as she cupped one of her heavy dangling breasts,
and hefting it in the small palm of her hand, offered it to my parched lips.
As I found myself opening my mouth, she fed me her swollen milk-laden
breast, just as she would do to breast feed a child. I felt her fingers
squeeze the tip of her disproportionately swollen breasts, and was
rewarded by a spurt of thin luke-warm breast milk squirting out of her
engorged nipples.

Part - 59
"Oh, bhabhiii..." I groaned, as I clamped my mouth on her proffered

nipple, and began to suckle on it like a hungry child. Instinctively, her
hand went to the back of my head, pulling my face to her magnificent
breasts, and caressing my hair, even as I sucked on them ardently, her
breast milk seeming somewhat repulsive yet strangely arousing to me. I
felt her hand slide down my chest, caressing my torso, and reach my
pelvic region, where my rock hard cock stood gently quivering against my
belly button.
As I felt her soft fingers wrap themselves around the shaft of my painfully
swollen cock, I felt my mouth clamp down on her breasts, and start to
suckle on her breasts with renewed vigor. Such was her urgency, that I
felt her fingers tighten around my cock, and begin to stroke them hard.
Despite my cock being well lubricated with the prodigious amount of pre-
cum that had oozed out, I winced with pain when she involuntarily
pulled my foreskin down, painfully stretching under the tip of my cock.
"Ohh ... I'm so sorry ... I'm so sorry..." I heard her breathe softly, when
she realized it had caused me discomfort. Almost instantly, she hastily
pulled her breasts away from my mouth, and slid down my torso.
Even before I could react, she had her face at my pelvis. As I looked on
mesmerized by her passion, she gingerly took my rock hard cock in my
hand, and brough her face close to it. Closing her eyes, she gently
caressed my cock all over face, including her eyes, cheeks, ears, and lips,
almost as if worshiping it.
With a little gurgle, I saw her open her lush lipped mouth, and slip the
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swollen blood gorged mushroom shaped head of my cock into her mouth.
"Bhabhi..." I heard myself groan, as my fingers clasped the mattress
under me involuntarily. In the recent past, I had never gone on for so
long in the day without ejaculation, and I was afraid that I might blast
my load right inside her mouth.
But she seemed to be in a different zone altogether, as she lovingly took
my manhood in her mouth, and began to suck on it earnestly. I marveled
at the way she stretched her pink lipped small mouth in an 'O', taking the
entire shaft of my modest 6" cock in her mouth.
After having seen her husband's think snake-like penis, I felt reasonably
proud of my own cock because it was much thicker than normal. So
intent was she on loving my cock with her mouth, that I felt her saliva
drool down the sides of her mouth, and slide down the shaft of my cock,
as she opened her mouth wide and tried to take the entire length of my
cock inside.
A soft gurgling sound escaped her mouth, as I felt the tip of my cock
touch the base of her throat. I clenched the muscles of my butt, and felt
myself lifting my buttocks of the mattress. I knew that I wouldn't be able
to hold for much longer. "Bhabhiii ... I can't..." I groaned, reaching down
to grab hold of her head by the bun of her hair.
With my cock still in her mouth, she looked up at me, and seeing the
expression on my face, realized what I was trying to say. That intently
aroused expression not leaving her face, she slowly slipped my wet
slippery rock hard cock out of her mouth. As I watched, she straightened,
and stood up on her knees.

Bunching her saree and petticoat together with one hand, she pulled it up
above her thighs, and quickly swung one knee across my outstretched
thighs. I watched with bated breath as she straddled my pelvis, holding
up her saree and petticoat with her left hand, even as she reached down
with the other hand between her thighs to guide my cock.
Taking hold of my painfully swollen cock with her fingers, she slid
forward on her knees, and guided my cock to the entrance of her
steaming hot lush vagina. She paused for a moment, with the tip of my
cock nuzzling against the lips of her sparsely haired vagina, and looked at
me, as if seeking my permission.
"Yes, bhabhi ... yes..." I heard myself groan. With a tiny grunt, she held
my cock straight up by holding it with her thumb and forefinger around
the base, and slowly lowered her thick juicy sopping wet cunt on to my
cock. As the swollen tip of my cock slid past the thick puffy lips of her
vagina, I heard a soft gasp escape her lips. Her inflamed vagina felt like a
tub of hot oil, as I felt my cock slithering up her cunt, like a hot knife
cutting through butter.
After having delivered two children, I could not have expected her cunt
to be tight like that of a virgin. My cock slid in easily into her, and I
marveled at how each woman's cunt had its own distinct feel. At that
moment, the lovely Alka bhabhi's cunt felt like the best pussy in the
world, comfortable, and yet pleasurable.
Most women, when they rode a man's cock, preferred to sit on it, with
their knees resting on the bed, and sort of grind their vagina on it; but
not the luscious Alka bhabhi. With my cock buried in her sopping wet
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cunt right to the hilt, she quickly adjusted herself over my pelvis, to get
on to her feet. Planting her dainty feet on either side of my hips, she
squatted over my cock, and leaned forward to support herself on by
resting her hands on the sides of my belly.
Her ripe swollen jugs dangling like ripe papayas, in front of me, she
began to raise and lower her butt on my pelvis, fucking me in the best
imaginable manner from top. As she thrust herself down repeatedly,
sending my cock thrusting into the depths of her hot wet cunt with each
thrust, I heard her emitting low throat grunts.
It was an incredible sight, watching the 27-year old milky fair lactating
mother of two, with her blouse open and her luscious swollen milk-filled
breasts jiggling up and down like a pair of soft juicy papayas, fucking me
from top, as she squatted over my hips. I was sorely tempted to reach out
for her heavy breasts jiggling on top of me, but at the same time wanted
to watch her also.
Her lips were parted, and there was a look of intense concentration on
her face, as her mangalsutra dangled enticingly over me. She seemed to
be totally taken over by her arousal now, as I felt her increase the tempo
of thrusting her buttocks down on me, her hot wet cunt making squishy
sounds each time, my cock went slithering in. Save for our labored
breathing, and the squishy sounds of my penis sliding in and out of her
vagina, there were no other sounds in the room.
I saw her beginning to bite her lips, as her vigorous attempts to pleasure
me, started to have an effect on her as well. I was beginning to feel her
thick hot vaginal juices run down the shaft of my cock, and knew that I
wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer if she continued to do this.
Suddenly, visions of her lying on her back on the floor, her thighs parted,
and trying to pleasure herself with her hand in her aroused cunt, flashed
before my eyes.
Though all I desperately wanted to do was to come today, I also wanted
to somehow give some much wanted pleasure and relief to this incredibly
lovely woman. Reaching out to clutch her arms, which she had placed on
my hips, I squeezed her fore arm, and whispered "Bhabhi ... enough ...
please..." She paused, a questioning look on her face, her milky white
pretty face clouded with arousal.
Without a word, I pulled both of her hands towards me, causing her to
fall on top of me. As her eyes met mine, her quivering lips only inches
away from my face, those incredibly erotic swollen jugs of hers mashed
against my chest, she gave me a nod of understanding. In the height of
copulation, it was amazing how humans became like animals in more
ways than one. One could convey a lot more with ones eyes, grunts, and
touches, than one could ever manage to do with words.
Rolling her over to the side, with my cock still buried inside her count, I
lay her on her back, and quickly got on top of her. She instinctively pulled
up her legs, bending them at the knees, and spreading her thighs to
accommodate me between them. Positioning myself between her legs on
my knees, I leaned forward to support myself with my hands on either
side of her torso.
Her uplifted legs wrapped themselves around my back, and I felt her pull
me towards her vagina instinctively, as if urging me to fuck her. Needing
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no further invitation, I took a deep breath, and bean to thrust my cock

into her from top. I was reaching the limits of my endurance, but I was
also intent upon making her come with me. I knew that if I allowed
myself to let go, I would end up coming before she could.
So, I slowed myself down, and took a couple of deep breaths. Arching my
back, I began to thrust my rock hard cock into her cunt at a leisurely
pace, allowing her to get a good feel of my cock sliding in and out of her
sopping wet pussy. Rather than ramming into her like a jack-hammer, I
focused on sending my cock sliding into her pussy from different angles,
trying to gauge her erogenous zones.
I knew that more than the movement of a cock inside their cunt, it was
the rubbing against their clitoris that gave women intense pleasure.
Leaning forward on my hands, I stretched my legs out straight behind
me, holding my knees straight, and began to thrust into her almost from
top. Doing this not only afforded much better penetration, but also
ensured that the upper side of the shaft of my cock rubbed against her
aroused clit, each time it slid in and out.
It had the desired effect, for I saw her throw her head back, and open her
mouth in a silent cry of pleasure, even as she pulled her thighs up further
and wrapped her legs tight around my back, thus ensuring that my cock
never slipped out of her eager cunt. Fucking her in this manner was
physically more demanding for me, as I had to use not only the muscles
of my belly and butt, but also support myself on my toes, with my knee
locked in the straight position.
As I watched her milky breasts wobble like a pair of filled milk bags on
her chest, I felt her fingers dig into my back painfully. Pleased at the
response my style of fucking was having, I intensified my efforts,
adjusting the position of entry of my cock to further increase the friction
on her inflamed clitoris.

Part - 60
Soon I saw her beginning to thrash about like a fish out of water, her
entire body squirming violently under me, even as she bit her lips to
suppress her moans, and threw her head from side to side. Her eyes
fluttered open, burning with her intense arousal, as her breathing grew
ragged, with her lips parted. She was attempting to say something, which
I couldn't make out. Leaning closer to her, I asked "What, bhabhi... ?" my
voice hoarse.
Her face was flushed red with blood, and her eyes burning with desire, as
she hissed through clenched teeth in her native tongue "Zor se ... zor se
karo..." even as she dug her fingers into my waist, and thrust her wide
hips upwards. Maddened with desire, at hearing this chaste Gujarati 27-
year old housewife, begging me to fuck her harder, I abandoned all my
sophisticated techniques of fucking.
Nodding my head vigorously, I fell on top of her, and supported myself
on my knees once again. I thrust both of my hands under her, my head
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resting on her magnificent pillowy milk-swollen breasts, and cupped

those disproportionately large buttocks of hers. Cupping her soft bubbly
butt with both my hands, I began to fuck her in earnest, ramming my
cock into her with every remaining ounce of energy left in me.
"Jignesh bhaiiii..." I heard her call out my name, as the first wave of her
orgasm hit her, and she tugged at my hair violently, crushing my head to
her soft mammaries. Cupping her buttocks hard with my hands, I opened
my mouth and roughly clamped it on one of her wobbling breasts, and
began to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. So vigorously was I
fucking her that I was afraid that the sounds my hips smacking into hers,
would wake up her 3-year old daughter who slept, blissfully unaware of
the sordid proceedings, right next to us.
Suddenly, I felt a violent shudder go through her body, as her entire body
shook, and I felt her pelvis almost lift up from the mattress under her.
Her fingers pulled my hair painfully, as her orgasm finally hit her, and a
prolonged soundless cry escaped her lips. Her thick luscious incredibly
hot cunt contracted around my cock, and began to twitch spasmodically,
sending my cock into the throes of ecstasy.
That did it for me, and I felt my cock explode inside her. It was like a dam
had burst and I felt my boiling semen burst forth from the slit of my
cock, like a gushing geyser, and fill her cunt with boiling hot jizz. So
crazed was I that I continued to buck my hips, as wave after wave of my
long pending orgasm finally overcame me.
This undoubtedly had to be the most satisfying fuck I had had in recent
times. Such was my relief at having come, that I found myself clinging to
her like a helpless child. It was all the more satisfying me for I had made
her come to, thus fulfilling what I felt was a moral obligation.
I lay there like that on top of her for what seemed like an eternity, my
breathing ragged, and the sound of her thudding heart reverberating in
my ears. I knew that this would have been an immensely satisfying fuck
for her too, culminating as it was after all the emotional and physical
trauma that she'd been put through by her heartless fiend of a husband.
Realizing that the dead weight of my body might be suffocating her now,
I tried to pull myself away from her, only to be stopped by her. She
clutched me with both hands, and clung on to me, refusing to let go off
me, her thigh muscles still quivering with in the aftermath of her intense
orgasm. I knew that there were many thoughts raging through her mind
too, as she clung to me, but we lay there silently, her thudding hearts
speaking to each other in some code language of their own.
Usually, after I had come, I just wanted to get away from there as soon as
possible, but in Alka bhabhi's case, I just wanted to be in her arms. I
guess that was the difference between fucking a woman, and making love
to her. My cock had gone limp by now, but it was still buried in her moist
cunt. I could feel the copious amounts of cum I had shot into her, oozing
out of her vagina, and flow down the crack of her luscious ass, where my
spent balls now rested.
Raising my head from her breasts, I pressed my lips to hers. She moaned
softly, and held me to her, parting her lips and kissing me hungrily, our
wet tongues a welcome relief to our dry mouths. As I pulled my mouth
away, I felt her grip around me loosen. I gently extricated myself from
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her embrace, my limp cock slipping out of her cum-filled vagina.

As I fell back on my back, I felt her reach across my chest for the bottle of
water that sat next to the bed. She sat up slowly, oblivious of her nudity,
and gently cradled my head in lap. Cradling my head in the crook of her
arm, this lovely woman brought the bottle of water to my parched lips. I
loved her more than ever for this little gesture, and I knew at that
moment that she would forever have me in her life, in one form or the
other.
As I drank thirstily from the bottle, she held me to her soft pillowy
bosom, which was wet and slippery with a combination of sweat, and her
breast milk that had oozed out in the throes of our passionate
lovemaking. Pushing the bottle away from mouth, I looked at her, gently
touched her swollen breast.
Opening my mouth slightly, I nodded at her, my eyes trying to convey
what I wanted. I saw a look of infinite tenderness come across her face,
and the hint of a loving smile came to her quivering lips. Nodding her
head in response, she cradled my head in her arms, and lovingly fed me
one of her swollen milk-filled breasts!
I closed my eyes, and suckled on her thick nipples, feeling her warm
sweet breast milk fill my mouth. Surprisingly, I did not find it repulsive
any more, and gulped the thin watery breast milk down hungrily. She
held me tenderly, caressing my face and hair, as lovingly as she would
her own child.
I do not remember much after that, except that somewhere in the middle
I got on to the bed, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. The last thing I
remembered was her helping me tie the lungi around my waist, and
placing a soft kiss on my forehead, before she covered me with a thin
bedsheet. I woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping. As
I opened my eyes, I saw the first rays of the early morning sun streaming
through the window.
As I stretched, the events of the pas night came rushing to me. I saw that
Alka bhabhi was not in the room, though her 3-year old daughter lay
their curled in her sleep. Glancing at the cock, I saw that it was half past
six in the morning. I was surprised that I had woken up so early, after the
exertions of last night. Reaching under my mattress, I found my
underwear, and quicky slipped into it. Just as I was putting on my jeans,
Alka bhabhi came into the room.
At this early hour, she'd already had a bath, and looked fresh like a daisy.
She had changed into a simple white saree with floral prints, and there
was a radiance to her which made her incredibly fair skin. Her hair was
still damp, and she had tied it behind her head in a loose bun, without
having combed it yet. I could see that she had applied fresh sindhoor, in
the parting of her hair, and her thin cotton white blouse was damp at the
shoulders, from the water that had dripped down from her hair.
To me there was no sight lovelier than an Indian housewife, freshly
bathed in the morning, looking radiant in her pristine beauty. There was
a loving smile on her incredibly cute plumpish face, and I could see the
hint of natural redness on her prominent cheekbones, as she came
towards me. "Good morning..." she said to me softly, as she came up to
me. That's when I noticed that she was holding a little copper urn of
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water in her hand.

"Suryapooja... ?" I asked her with a smile, realizing that she would have
gone to the terrace of their house to pray to the Sun God, first thing in
the morning. She nodded in the affirmative, smiling softly, as she quickly
went down on her knees before me. Before I could react, she placed the
copper urn near my feet, and quickly touched my feet, before touching
her fingers to her forehead.
Alarmed, I bent down quickly, and grabbing hold of her by her arms,
pulled her to her feet. "Bhabhi ... what are you doing... ?" the
discomfiture at what she'd just done writ all over my face. In response,
she just smiled at me tenderly, her eyes moist, as she shook her head
slowly.
Despite the incredible piousness of what she'd just done, I felt my cock
stiffening inside my jeans in the morning. Disgusted with myself, I pulled
myself away, and began to pull on my shirt; even as she stood there
watching me dress, the hint of a smile never leaving her lips.
Desperate to get my mind of things, I turned to her and said "Would you
be kind enough to make some tea for me, bhabhi... ?" giving her my most
charming smile. "Of course ... of course..." she replied softly, still looking
at me with unblinking eyes. Picking up the urn she'd placed on the floor,
she went out of the room, leaving me shaking my head. The next
morning was always awkward for me, and today was no exception.
All I wanted to do was get out of there, to the solitude of my house,
unable to face the pristine love on that incredible woman's face. As I
walked out of the bedroom, I saw that Kamlesh bhai was still sprawled on
the diwaan in the living room, his mouth wide open as she snored. I
noticed that a sheet had been put over him to cover his nakedness,
probably by his lovely wife.
As I headed to the kitchen, I saw Alka bhabhi pouring a freshly brewed
tea into a cup. "How did you make tea so quickly, bhabhi... ?" I asked
incredulously. Smiling at me as she dipped a spoon into the cup, and
tasted to the tea to make sure that it was right, she answered "I had
already put the tea to boil ... I knew that you like to have tea first thing in
the morning..." her voice warm. I shook my head in amazement again, as
I watched her hold the hot cup with the pallu of her saree gingerly, and
offer it to me with both hands.
"Careful ... it is hot..." she said softly, as I took the tea from her. As I
sipped on the tea, wondering why I deserved such care and
thoughtfulness from this incredibly lovely woman, my eyes were once
again drawn to the prodigious swell of her breasts under that simple
white saree that she wore; as she stood there at the kitchen platform with
her side towards, pouring the remainder of the tea into another vessel.

Part - 61
Feeling my cock stiffen again, I jerked my eyes away. "What would you
like to have for naashta, Jignesh bhai... ?" I heard her enquire. Jolted out
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of my reverie, I answered "Uhh ... no thanks, bhabhi ... I need to get back
home now ... the milk woman will come ... and so will the maids ... and
the house is in a mess..." trying to put a grin on my face as I said the last
bit.
"Ohh..." I heard her utter, nodding her head in understanding, albeit

disappointed that I wouldn't be staying for breakfast. Finishing pouring
the tea, she stood there, with her back to the platform, clutching both her
hands in front of her, watching me quietly as I drank my tea. I was sure
that she too, like me, wasn't sure of what to say, and so both of us stood
their quietly, our eyes doing the talking.
Finishing my tea, I put the cup back on the platform. Cleaing my throat, I
said "Thank you for the tea, bhabhi ... I will take leave now..." deciding it
was best to leave now. "OK..." she replied simply, somewhat wistfully,
but still smiling bravely at me.
As I turned to walk out of the kitchen, I paused midway and turned
around. As this doe-eyed 27-year old lovely woman stood there silently,
watching me leave, I quickly walked up to her. I noticed the way her
luscious pink lips started to tremble, as I came close to her. Taking her
right hand in mine, I pressed it to my chest over my heart, and looking
into the large limpid pools of her eyes, I said "Bhabhi ... promise me ...
that you will let me know ... if you ever need me..." my voice choked with
my feelings of love for her.
She stood there silently, her lips quivering, her large unblinking eyes
gazing into mine. "Promise me, bhabhi..." I persisted, squeezing her

fingers, even as I held her palm pressed to my chest. She opened her
mouth to speak, but only a croak came out. Swallowing the lump in her
throat, she replied "I promise, Jignesh bhai ... who else do I have to go
to..." she added wistfully, her eyes becoming moist again.
Letting go of her hand, I quickly cupped her radiant milky white face in
both my hands, and said to her tenderly "Thank you, bhabhi ... thank you
... that means a lot to me..." meaning every word of what I said. Without
waiting for her to respond, I placed a soft kiss on those lush pink
quivering lips of hers, before letting go of her and turning around to
leave.
As I stepped out of the house, and slipped into my floaters, I smiled at
her cheerfully at said "See you, bhabhi..." even as she just smiled and
nodded her head. Kicking my bike to life, I rode to my house, without
bothering to put on my helmet.
Reaching home, I straightaway headed into the shower, as if desperate to
wash away the sins of the previous night. As I showered under the cold
water, I just could not get the lovely Alka bhabhi out of my thoughts, and
I felt my cock hardening despite my best efforts. Just as I had finished
shoering, and I was toweling myself dry, I heard the bell ring.
Glad for the distraction, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went
to open the door, glancing at the clock as I did. It was quarter past seven,
and I figured it was the rabaari lady, Gajra ben, who'd have come to
deliver milk. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see that it was not
the 46-year old mammoth breasted Gajra ben, but her busty 18-year old
daughter, Hetal. She had that battered old aluminium pot of milk
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perched on her head, and stood there smiling broadly as I opened the
door.
"How are you, saheb..." she greeted me, with that trademark cocky grin
on her broad coarse face. As I mumbled something unintelligible, and
opened the door to let her in, I noticed that she was not alone. Standing
behind her, some distance away, was the 23-year old buck-toothed
Rajasthani girl, Rambha, who worked as a servant at Radhika aunty's
parlor.
Seeing that I had noticed her, Hetal said sweetly "I hope you know
Rambha, sahib..." grinning at me as she said that, her cockiness irking
me. "Yeah..." I grunted, even as Hetal turned to the other girl and
beckoned to her, saying "Come inside... " With some tentativeness,
Rambha followed Hetal into the house, smiling at me nervously through
that awkward buck-toothed mouth of hers.
Both the girls were dressed in their traditional village attire of a ghaagra,
blouse, and choli. The cock-teasing busty Hetal, wore what looked like a
newly bought bright red ghaagra-choli, with a matching red blouse; while
the wide-assed Rambha wore an old tattered mismatched one, the
ghaagra being brown, the blouse yellow, and the choli being a completely
ridiculous shade of orange.
As I closed the door behind them, Hetal walked confidently into the
kitchen, swinging her butt from side to side, supporting the aluminimum
pot on her head with one hand. As I followed her into the kitche, she
turned towards me, and with a seductive smile said "Won't you help me
get this down, sahib..." pointing to the pot on her head. Nodding, I
walked up to her, and helped her lift the pot from her head. As I reached
out to hold the pot, she made it a point to brush her big firm breasts,
jutting proudly from her chest, against my torso.
As I helped her place the pot on the kitchen platform, she leaned against
the platform, and twirling her ghaagra, said "Arre, sahib ... you did not
even tell me how I look in my new clothes..." grinning, as she jutted her
ample hips to one side. Now, Hetal was a short stocky girl, just an inch
above 5", and as she stood there, with her hand on her hips, she made it a
point to thrust out her large ample breasts under the choli.
"What a contrast..." I thought to myself, comparing this slutty village girl
to the incredible loving woman I'd taken leave of just some time back.
"Nice..." I muttered to her, pointedly looking at her prominent chest,
imitating her lascivious grin. Her broad, blunt face, with those prominent
cheekbones, creased into a proud smile upon getting that compliment
from me, and she said "Sab aap ki daya hai, sahib..." indicating that it
was all thanks to me.
Taking a few steps to come close to me, she brazenly put the palm of her
hand on my bare chest, and said seductively "Ooh ... see what a sexy body
sahib has..." for the benefit of the other girl who stood there dumbly. To
my surprise and annoyance, she then brazenly scraped her thick stubby
fingers against my nipples, and tugged at the hair on my chest, giggling
seductively. She was a cocky slut alright, and despite my irritation at her
behavious, I felt my cock begin to stiffen under the thick white towel that
I'd tied around my waist.
Turning to the buck-toothed Rambha, she beckoned to her with her
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fingers, saying "Come here, girl ... what are you standing there for... ?"
before turning to look up at me again, and grinning broadly again, as if
letting me know who was the boss between the two of them. As the 23-
year old Rambha approached us tentatively, pursing her lips to cover her
protruding teeth, Hetal said "Touch and see ... how hard saheb's chest
is..." smiling lasciviously as she ran her thick pudgy palm over my well
muscled chest.
The slut was turning it on, and I grudgingly admired her brazenness, a
trait she had undoubtedly acquired from her equally slutty mother. As
the awkward looking Rambha, hesitated, her eyes darting from mine to
hers, Hetal grabbed hold of her hand and forcefully placed it on my
chest, mocking her "Arree ... why are you feeling shy ... sahib is not going
to eat you..." laughing mirthlessly at her friend.
As the hesitant Rajasthani placed her palm on my chest, she looked up at
me with those big eyes of hers, the apprehension evident in the way her
mouth was open, displaying those protruding teeth inside. Sliding closer
to me, the buxom Hetal thrust her hips forward till they were almost
touching mine, and crooned "Saheb ... won't you shower some of your
infinite mercy on Rambha also... ?" her tone seductive, as she tilted her
head to one side, and fiddled with the single thick braid of her bronzed
crinkly hair.
Deciding that the best way to deal with her was to play along, I smirked
as I said "What mercy does she want from me ... she doesn't looks like
she needs anything from me..." daring the uncomfortable Rambha to
look at me. The last time I had met her at Radhika aunty's parlor, I had
made her pull up her ghaagra and show me her hairy cunt. I remembered
that I had told her to trim her pussy hair before she came to meet me.
Grinning cruelly at the thought of that, I turned to her and said "So,
Rambha ... what do you need from me... ?" my tone taunting. As the
otherwise self-assured rustic girl faltered, and swallowed, clearly afraid
of me, Hetal took up the cudgel on behalf of her. "Ohh, sahib ... look at
the poor girl..." cupping the hapless Rambha's chin with her hand, and
showing me her deformed buck tooth. "Because of her teeth ... no one
even gives her work..." Hetal continued, letting go off Rambha's jaw.
Reaching up to her own chest, she began to idly scratch her chest just
above the neck of her blouse, trying to purposely draw my attention to
her well developed bosom. "The poor girl has no money to go to a doctor,
sahib ... who can put wires in her mouth ... and fix her teeth..." she
continued to speak for her friend, pouting her lips, and speaking in an
exaggerated pitiable tone. She paused for a moment to see the expression
on my face, and seeing no empathy, slid forward towards me.
Reaching between us, she lewdly pressed her palm to my partly erect
phallus under the thick towel, and smiling lasciviously said "Please help
her a bit na, sahib ... she will be eternally grateful to you..." fondling my
erection through the thick white turkey towel. I had to give it to this girl,
to come up something as innovative as that, to get me to fuck her friend.
I wondered why she was taking so much pains to get me to fuck Rambha.
Feeling my flaccid cock responding to her manipulations under the
towel, the busty Hetal grinned as she crooned "You will help her na, sir...
"nodding her head at me suggestively. Reaching down, I grabbed Hetal's
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hand by her wrist, and twisting it painfully, making her wince, I said with
a wicked grin "Well ... that depends on she is willing to do for me..."
turning my gaze to Rambha.
Even before Rambha could speak, Hetal butted in by saying "Ohh, sahib
... she will do whatever you want..." massaging her sore wrist. Turning to
her embarrassed friend, she demanded "Won't you, Rambha ... tell ...
tell..." prompting her to confirm. Embarrassed to the extent of
humiliation, her disfigured face contorting further, Rambha mumbled
"Haan ... haan, sahib..." bobbing her head like a robot.
Walking behind Rambha, Hetal almost pushed Rambha towards me, as
she said "At least see her once, sahib..." bobbing her head, trying to tell
me with her eyes to check out the poor girl with her deformed teeth. As
the poor girl bumped into me, I was shocked to see Hetal beginning to
pull Rambha's choli off her torso, before taking it off completely.
As the surprised Rambha stood there submissively, stripped of her choli,
clad only in her ghaagra and blouse, her average-sized 32-C mango-
shaped conical breasts, bulging inside her yellow blouse that had
definitely seen better days, I heard Hetal urge me from behind her back
"See, sir ... she is not that bad..." brazenly asking me check out her
friend's body. I had been in a rather feel-good state of mind when I'd
returned this morning from Alka bhabhi's house, somehow feeling that
I'd done something good.

Part - 62
So, when these two slutty village girls turned up at my house in the
morning, it had somehow irritated me. That irritation made me more
vindictive towards them than I otherwise would have been. Morever, the
cockiness combined with the brazenness with which the busty Hetal was
behaving, was just irking me more. I was getting the distinct feeling that
she felt she could manipulate me easily, knowing fully well that I was a
sucker for willing cunts.
So when she prompted me to check-out the awkward looking, but

otherwise OK Rambha, something snapped inside me. Taking a deep
breath to control my anger, I leaned back against the granite kitchen
platform. Reaching out, I pulled the nervous Rambha towards my left
side. "Stand here..." I said to her rather gruffly, indicating that I wanted
her to stand next to me on my left side, with her back to the platform.
Confused, the poor girl came and stood by my side, without any protest.
Though she had average sized 32-C tits, and was hopeless in the looks
department, she had one asset that seemed to more than make up for her
lack of others. That was her incredibly wide and disproportionatel big
ass. As with most of these rustic girls, who lived a hard life, she had a
nearly flat, taut belly. But her average sized waist flared out into
extremely wide hips, and that big butt.
As she came by my side, I slid my left hand behind her back, and
clutching her slender waist, pulled her to my side, causing her hips to
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press against mine. Looking at Hetal, who stood in front of us, a

confident smile on her face, I said "So, Hetal ... you want me to help your
friend here, is it... ?" my tone challenging. She was a bit surprised at the
tone of my voice, but nevertheless, she smiled, and nodding
enthusiastically, replied "Yes, sahib..." that cocky confident smile still on
her plump face.
"So, what can you do for me... ?" I asked her, speaking slowly and clearly.
"Oh, she will do anything you want, sahib..." Hetal replied almost
instantly, trying earnestly to convince me of her friend's ability to please
me. "I'm not talking about her ... I'm talking about you ... what you can
do for me... ?" I shot back, dismissing her recommendations.
"Me... ???" Hetal asked automatically, not sure if she'd heard me right.
"That's right ... you..." I answered coolly, continuing to hold the now
thoroughly confused Rambha by her waist at my side. A flustered look
came on the busty Hetal's broad, blunt face, and as she fiddled with the
single short braid of her crinkly bronzed hair, that lay on her left
shoulder, she replied "Unhh ... anything you want, sir..." some doubt
creeping into her voice now.
"So, Hetal ... you are willing to do anything I want ... for me to help your
friend here..." I stated again, speaking slowly and clearly, wanting to
drive home the point. "Umm ... yes ... yes, sahib..." she answered, no
longer sounding confident any more. "OK, good..." I grunted, rubbing the
palms of my hands together " ... take off your clothes, then..." I
instructed, looking at her coolly. "Unhh ... what ... what, sahib..." she
muttered through her thick lips, not sure if she'd heard me right. "You
heard it ... take off your clothes..." I repeated, my tone level and cool.
She stood there fidgeting with the braid of her hair for the briefest of
moments, probably wondering why I had turned on her, before she
nodded, and smiling again, said "Oh, why not, sahib ... why not..." her
tone taking on the seductive pitch again. Turning to look at Rambha, she
said "I told you, na ... sahib likes me very much..." beaming at her friend,
and using the opportunity to establish to Rambha again how much
control she had over me.
Ignoring her grin, I watched silently, as she pulled the red choli off her
shoulder, and with a flourish pulled it off her torso. Dropping the choli
on the floor, she stood there confidently, cocking her stocky hip to one
side, twirling her ghaagra around her legs, and justting her chest out
proudly, to show me her overdeveloped, firm 36-C breasts, bulging inside
her blouse.
Despite her cockiness, I had to hand this to her. She arguably had the
largest and fimest pair of tits I had seen on an 18-year old. Jigna's friend,
the lovely Sejal probably had larger breasts than Hetal, but they were
nowere nearly as firm. As a result, the 18-year old Hetal's magnificent
orbs sat proudly on her broad chest like twin rounded mountains; filling
her newly stitched blouse very well. Given the size of her breasts, she was
forced to wear a bra, something that was not a very common practice
among these rustic village girls.
As she stood there in front of me, clad in only her ghaagra and blouse,
her wide hips cocked to one side, and confident about her ability to
attract men, I beckoned to her with my fingers to come towards me. She
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walked up to me, the cocky smile never leaving her face, and stopped a
few inches away from me. Reaching out, I cupped one of her heavy
overdeveloped 36-C breasts through the blouse, and grunted "Hmm ...
nice..."
Throwing back her shoulders, and jutting her chest out, she beamed,
satisfied with my response. Letting go of her, I turned towards the silent
Rambha, and guided her also to stand in front of me. She smiled
nervously, displaying her deformed buck teeth. I'd first heard about
Rambha, when one of the neighborhood boys had told me that she would
let anyone who was interested, play with her tits for as low as 20/- bucks!
Her tits were average sized, but they had an enticing conical mango
shape to them. Her old yellow blouse was so worn that one could
practically see through it, and she had visibly outgrown the blouse, as it
was too tight around her arms and chest. Her 34-C conical breasts were
just right for the size of her slender torso, and she had incredibly taut
belly too.
But that's where the regularity ended, for her waist flared into incredibly
wide hips, and a disproportionately large ass. Reaching out, I cupped one
of Rambha's fleshy conical breasts, relishing the firmness of it, and said
"Hmm ... not as big as yours..." glancing at Hetal, and pursing my lips.
Most girls would have reacted with some shyness at their tits being
groped so wantonly by someone, but not these two. It showed how
accustomed they were to using their bodies to get things done in their
lives. "Bloody whores..." I thought to myself, even though I felt my cock
growing under my towel. I could have just given these sluts some money
and gotten rid of them, but for some reason, I was in a very
sadomasochistic mood.
Alternately looking at the two of them, I said "OK ... take off your
blouse..." my tone disinterested. Hetal responded with alacrity, and
immediately began to open the hooks of her blouse. Rambha hesitated
for a moment, and then seeing her friend obeying, followed suit. As Hetal
opened her blouse, her cheap old-fashioned white bra, with large
conservative cups came into view.
Owing to the sheer girth of her overdeveloped breasts, the bra was
stretched taut across them. Pulling her blouse down her arms, she
dropped them on the floor, and once again jutted her chest out, inviting
me brazenly to look at them. As Rambha too slid her blouse down her
arms, I noticed that the blouse was torn at the armpits. Her cheap white
bra was old and frayed, and too small for her 34-C tits. As a result, the
straps bit into her flesh, and were pulled upwards on the back.
As the girls looked at me expectantly, I said "The bra too..." indicating
with my hands that I wanted them to take that off too. Completely in her
elements, the busty Hetal smiled and immediately reached behind her
back, the confident smile never leaving her face. Reaching behind her
back, she quickly unclasped the hooks of her wide-strapped bra. With a
practiced motion, she shrugged the straps off her shoulders, and pulled
off her bra.
I had something like a bit of a fetish for seeing a woman bare breasted,
wearing only a ghaagra or a petticoat. And as the slutty Hetal bared her
magnificent 34-C breasts to me, I felt my cock become almost fully erect,
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protruding visibly now through the thick white towel around my waist.
Hetal was quite fair compared to most of the village girls, and her big,
firm, fleshy tits were almost perfect round orbs, that sat on her stocky
frame without any sag. She had light brown aereolas around her thick
budding nipples.
She had a spattering of freckles on her face, and there were some on her
ample chest too. However, her skin was thick and rough, and desperately
in need of some moisturizing. Turning my attention to Rambha, I
glanced at her tits. Freed from the confines of that overtly tight bra, her
conical mango-shaped breasts had tumbled out, and sat gently quivering
on her chest. Despite being not as big as Hetal's, her tits were mouth-
watering to say the least, and were capped by a pair of incredibly long
black nipples, surrounded by small black aereolas.
I was feeling somewhat kinky now, and on a sudden impulse, walked
towards my bathroom, saying to them "Wait here..." I returned a
moment later, fetching a jar of Vaseline moisturizing body lotion,
something that I used in the winters. Handing the Vaseline lotion to the
flustered Rambha, I said "I want you to apply this on her body..."
pointing towards Hetal. I saw the look of bewilderment on the two girls,
as they exchanged glances, not having a clue why I had suddenly come up
with this strange request.
Hetal was the first to recover, and bobbing her head enthusiastically "Yes
... yes ... why not..." before turning to Rambha and saying "Come on ...
what are you waiting for ... don't waste Jignesh saheb's time..." as she
walked to the stool that I'd pointed her to. As she sat down on the stool,
straightening her back, her heavy firm breasts shaking enticingly,
Rambha walked up to her clutching the jar of Vaseline body lotion.
I took the jar from her hand and poured a liberal amount of the
moisturizing lotion into her palm, and watched as she began to apply it
on Hetal's thick fleshy arms. As she leaned forward slightly, and began to
rub the lotion into Hetal's dry skin, her conical mango-shaped breasts
jiggled enticingly. I watched, my lust mounting with each moment, as
Hetal giggled and thrust her chest out, when Rambha's hands reached
her breasts.
Rambha was now standing behind Hetal's back, and leaning forward
slightly, as she began to massage the lotion on to Hetal's heavy
overdeveloped breasts, moving her hand in circular motions. Hetal
giggled, undoubtedly enjoying this strange exercise, as she felt Rambha's
hand cup her heavy breasts, and massage them firmly, making her skin
glisten.
Having finished with the front of Hetal's body, Rambha proceeded to
repeat the same on her back, her face screwed in concentration,
momentarily forgetting why they were here in the first place. As she
finished with Hetal's back, she straightened, slightly flushed with the
effort, her mouth watering tits heaving. "Now her legs..." I said to her
hoarsely, pointing towards Hetal's legs. "Haan, sahib..." I heard Rambha
answer, as she moved to the front and sat down by the side of Hetal's
outstretched legs.
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Part - 63
As I watched, Hetal pulled up her ghaagra well above her knees, baring
her fair thick stocky calves and heavy thighs to me. "Ohh, sahib ... this
feels so nice..." she crooned seductively, grinning broadly to let me know
that she was enjoying it. I smirked as I moved towards her sitting on that
stool, and stood on her other side. Reaching down, I cupped one of her
overdeveloped firm tits in my hand, and squeezing it, muttered "Yes ...
this is better..." enjoying the incredible firmness of her 36-C breasts.
"Ohh, sahib ... that feels even better..." Hetal crooned with an
exaggerated moan of arousal, as my fingers kneaded the firm flesh of her
young teenage breasts. Grinning at me lasciviously, she slid her hand
under the parting of my towel at the front, and took hold of my fully erect
cock in her thick-skinned hand.
"Ooohh..." she moaned, feigning arousal, as her fingers closed around the
shaft of my cock and pulled it out, through the opening of my towel.
"Haii maa ... see how big saheb's lund is..." she exclaimed with
exaggerated excitement, holding my cock, which stood proudly, the
mushroom shaped tip swollen. Rambha, who was on her knees,
massaging the lotion on to Hetal's muscular stocky legs, looked at my
hard cock, and smiled suggestively.
Her hands had now moved up to Hetal's thighs, and were massaging
them vigorously. Hetal pulled her ghaagra up further, bringing into view
her cheap white panties. Spreading her thick thighs further, she said to
Rambha "Aur thhoda lagaa, na..." asking her to apply more lotion.
Rambha had gotten more comfortable now, and smiling suggestively at
me, displaying those grotesquely protruding teeth, proceeded to pour
more of the lotion into her palm and began to apply it in circular motions
along the insides of Hetal's thick white thighs.
As my steely hard cock twitched, Hetal giggled lasciviously, and began to
stroke my cock, reaching out at the same time with her other hand, to
fondle my swollen testicles. Seeing the cocky manner in which she was
stroking my cock, I was tempted to grab hold of her head and shove my
cock into her mouth.
However, I resisted the temptation, and instead just pinched her budding
light brown nipples hard, eliciting an exaggerated yelp of pleasure from
her. "Why don't we apply some on your lund also, sahib..." she said
brazenly, grinning at me again. Seeing me nod, Hetal prompted Rambha,
who crawled up on her knees towards me. She smiled at me toothily, and
silently poured some lotion into the palm of her hand.
Gingerly cupping my swollen balls in her left hand, she wrapped her
lubricated fingers around the shaft of my cock, and began to rub the
lotion on my cock. In the meantime, Hetal reached to my waist, and
quickly undid the towel. Wrapping her left arm, as she sat on the stool,
around my waist, she began to run her palm along my thighs, even as
Rambha held my rock hard cock and rubbed the lotion on to it.
I shook my head at the perversity of the whole thing, as I stood there
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completely naked in my kitchen, with two rustic village girls at my feet,

one pressing her big firm breasts to my thighs, while the other was on her
knees, massaging my cock!
As Rambha looked up at me wide eyed, grinning shyly, with her mouth
open, I was tempted to thrust my cock into her buck-toothed mouth.
Instead, I just reached for Hetal's overdeveloped, firm breasts, and
cupping them roughly, grunted "Now, suck on it..." Unsure of whom I
had addressed, the two girls looked at each other, before Rambha
swallowed once, and rising a bit on her knees, opened her mouth to take
my cock inside.
"No, not you..." I muttered thickly, taking hold of the single short braid of
Hetal's crinkly bronzed hair, and pulling at it, forcing her to look up.
Despite the roughness of my action, the slut that she was, she smiled
broadly, and lasciviously licking her thick lips, said "Ooohhh ... I was
dying to do that, sahib..." feigning exaggerated eagerness. Without
getting off the stool, she leant forward, and without hesitation opened
her mouth wide to take my cock inside.
"Ummmm..." she moaned with feigned desire, as she thrust her tongue
under the shaft of my cock, and took the helmet shaped swollen tip
inside. With the tip of my cock inside her mouth, she closed her lips
around it, and looking up at me, attempted to smile. Clutching the base
of my cock with her fingers, she began to twist and turn her mouth
around my cock, lashing her thick tongue against it, trying her best to
impress me with her cock sucking skills.
I saw, Rambha, who sat their on her knees, watching her friend sucking
my cock intently, her jaw dropping, and her mouth opening
involuntarily. As the busty Hetal began to bob her head back and forth on
my cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, I beckoned with my
hands for Rambha to stand up. She complied immediately, and stood up.
Wrapping my left arm around her waist, I pulled her towards me, and
reached up to cup one of her luscious mango-shaped tits with my right
hand. Looking at her face, I kneaded the pliant flesh of her conical 34-C
breasts, squeezing them hard. As her face twisted into a grotesque smile,
I slipped my hand down her back, and cupped her incredibly big ass
through that worn ghaagra, eliciting a tiny giggle from her.
These girls were probably used to being treated roughly, and so my
callous demeanour was probably turning them on. Continuing to knead
her tits and butt, I ordered her to lift one leg and place it on the stool on
which Hetal said. As she complied, I roughly yanked up her frayed old
ghaagra, revealing a pair of muscular, yet shapely, brown skinned legs.
She had a fair bit of soft downy hair on her legs, which instead of putting
me off, strangely aroused me.
Thrusting my hand between her thighs, I quickly slid my hands into her
panties, and cupped the lips of her hairy cunt with my hand. She let out a
little cry of surprise, when I suddenly felt her cunt. Swallowing
involuntarily, she said "Saheb ... I cut my hair ... like you had told me
to..." trying to smile as she said that.
I had forgotten about how I had made her lift up her ghaagra and show
me her cunt at Radhika aunty's parlor, and that I had told her to trim her
pussy hair before she came to meet me. "I did not shave, sahib ... like you
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told me..." she spoke again, and to my amazement, raised her ghaagra
herself to show me her cunt! Looking at her cunt, I realized that she was
right.
She had trimmed the thick patch of crinkly black pubic hair, as best as
she could have with a pair of scissors, leaving only a thin cover of
cropped of hair. "Good..." I muttered thickly, as I quickly slid my middle
finger into her tight young cunt, feeling it grip my finger like a vice. I was
surprised to find her already wet, and my finger slid in with relative ease,
even as she opened her mouth and gasped audibly.
Even with my finger inside her cunt, her eyes were drawn to Hetal, who
was now vigorously sucking on my cock, emitting low gurgling sounds
from her throat, and her saliva dripping down the sides of her mouth.
"Enough..." I grunted, grabbing hold of Hetal by her hair, and pulling her
mouth away from my cock.
As my cock slid out of her mouth with a plop, she looked up at me with
surprise, her mouth open, saliva drooling down her lips, and her
magnificent breasts heaving. Letting go of Rambha, I took Hetal by her
fleshy thick arms, and lifted her off the seat. Without a word, I guided her
to the kitchen platform and told her to get on to the platform.
She looked at me with a bewildered expression, before nodding her head.
Short and stocky as she was, she had to jump up to sit on the platform.
As she sat on the platform and leaned back, placing both her hands
behind her back on the platform for support, she grinned at me once
again, her eyes eager to take on whatever I had in mind next.
Positioning myself between her legs, I pulled up her red ghaagra to reveal
her fair skinned plump thighs. Reaching up, I hooked my fingers in the
elastic waist band of her cheap white cotton panties and started to pull
them down. As if anticipating what I was about to do, she lifted her butt
of the granite platform, allowing me slide her panties down her wide ass.
As she straightened her legs and sat back, watching me with that cocky
grin on her face, I pulled her panties down her thick stocky legs. As soon
as I dropped Hetal's panties on the floor, the slut that she was, she pulled
up her left leg, bending it at the knees, and placing her feet on the cool
granite platform, spread her thighs to show me her thick teenage cunt.
Like the rest of her, her cunt was also fair skinned, and had a small patch
of crinkly black pubic hair covering her pussy lips. As I looked at her
cunt, she gave me a lascivious smile, and reaching between her thighs,
wantonly caressed the thick puffy lips of her 18-year old vagina. "Oh,
sahib ... see how wet I am..." she said with exaggerated arousal, running
her hands over her vagina brazenly.
With a grunt, I reached out to feel her thick lipped vagina for myself.
Bringing my fingers to her pussy, I parted the thick puffy lips of her
teenage cunt with my fingers, revealing the pink wetness inside.
"Mmmm..." she moaned, biting her lips, and thrusting her hips forward,
inviting me to caress her pussy. Turning to Radhika, who stood there,
watching my brazenly perverted actions with wide eyes, I said "Come
here..." nodding at her.
As she walked up, I said "Now lick her pussy..." looking Hetal in the eyes.
Hetal's eyes popped wide open, and for the first time today, I saw
nervousness creeping on to her face. At the same time, the buck-toothed
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Rambha's hands flew to her mouth instinctively, covering her jaw which
had dropped, and she looked at me with wide eyed surprise. "Come on ...
what are you waiting for... ?" I snapped at her, not in the mood to show
either of the girls any consideration.
I saw Rambha looking at Hetal's face nervously, unsure of what to do. I
saw Hetal also looking at me, the smile having disappeared from her
face. Seeing the set look on my face, I saw her nod to Rambha slowly,
giving her the permission to go ahead. As the gawky Rambha hesitated,
Hetal said to her for my benefit "Oh, come on, Rambha ... don't be shy ...
sahib just wants to see how we girls do it..." trying desperately to prove to
her friend that she had everything under control, and that there was
nothing to worry about.

Part - 64
Throwing a nervous glance at me, the visibly unnerved Rambha

tentatively approached Hetal. As she came closer, Hetal slid forward on
the kitchen platform, bringing her butt towards the edge of the platform,
and holding her ghaagra bunched up above her waist, spread her thighs,
and said to Rambha "Come on ... show sahib how we do it..." before
looking at me and flashing me a nervous smile.
I took great satisfaction in breaking the cockiness of this busty rabaari

teenager, and found myself grinning when I saw how quickly her
cockiness had disappeared. Being the sluts that they were, I had
presumed that they would have indulged in lesbian activities before.
However, seeing the nervousness in both of them, I got the feeling that I
was perhaps wrong.
As I watched, Rambha bent forward between Hetal's thighs, and
throwing a last nervous glance at me, took her face close to Hetal's thick
puffy lipped cunt. Screwiing her eyes shut, I saw her push her tongue out,
and tentatively lick the sparsely haired lips of the busty Hetal's teenage
cunt! She pulled back instinctively, finding the feel of pussy hair on her
tongue distasteful.
Swallowing involuntarily, she reached for Hetal's cunt, and slowly parted
the sprinkling of curly pubic hair on Hetal's cunt, and then again ran her
tongue along the thick puffy lips tentatively. I saw Hetal watching her
friend intently, leaning back on the platform, with her hands hind her
butt for support.
As she felt the buck-toothed Rambha's tongue flick against her thick
fleshy pussy lips, I saw her clench her fingers, and jerk involuntarily.
With a little sigh, I saw Rambha beginning to lick the slit of Hetal's thick
lipped cunt, making her friend cringe and stiffen. I was besides myself
with lust now, and found myself automatically stroking my hard, wet,
slimy cock.
In the bent forward position, my eyes were drawn to that incredibly big
ass of Rambha, jutting out from behind her. Reaching for her ass, I ran
my palm around it callously, through the old worn fabric of her ghaagra.
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On an instinct, I found myself pulling up Rambha's frayed ghaagra from

behind, bringing her somewhat hairy, but shapely legs to view.
Pushing her ghaagra up, above her butt, I reached to pull her old cheap
white panties down her disproportionately big ass, and those brown
skinned shapely legs. As Rambha felt my palms roaming over her bared
ass, I felt her clench her buttocks, as if half expecting me to slap or pinch
her butt. Instead, I just slid my fingers along the crack of her ass, till I
could feel the trimmed hair of Rambha's pussy lips from behind.
As Rambha held on to Hetal's thighs for support, and began to get the
hang of licking Hetal's thick puffy lipped cunt, I slid behind Rambha and
positioned myself behind her prodigious butt. Fisting my cock, I nudged
the swollen mushroom shaped tip against the crack of her ass. As my
rock hard cock grazed against the crack of Rambha's ass, I saw her jerk
her head around to look at me, her eyes wide with fear.
"Saheb..." she muttered, the apprehension about what I was going to do
writ large on her face. "What... ?" I shot back, a smirk on her face. "Unhh
... nothing ... nothing, sahib..." she murmured, deciding against voicing
her concern. I was sure that she was worried that I was going to fuck her
in the ass. Letting out a little chuckle, I said "Don't worry ... I'm not going
to fuck you there..." running my palm over her large voluptuous butt.
Hetal giggled upon hearing that, and an embarrassed smile flickered on
Rambha's face, the relief in her eyes visible. I was getting very turned on
by watching Rambha lick on Hetal's thick puffy sparsely haired cunt;
more so seeing the discomfiture of both girls in doing that. Hetal was
trying to smile through clenched teeth, as the unfamiliar sensations of a

tongue on her cunt assailed her body.
Though I knew she was a whore, I doubted if she'd ever had anyone lick
her pussy, let alone another girl. To her credit, the gawky Rambha was
giving everything in complying to my instructions. Though she seemed
distinctly uncomfortable doing it, she was trying to do her best by
thrusting her tongue out, and wriggling it against Hetal's thick puffy
pussy lips. Glancing at Hetal, I taunted "So, how does it feel... ?" a smirk
on my face.
Trying to grin bravely, she replied "Um ... it ... it tickles, sahib..." as she
supported herself on the platform, and squirmed, her buttocks lifting off
the platform involuntarily. Smiling back at her, I patted Rambha's
prodigious butt, and asked "Are you ready now... ?" fisting my hard cock,
and sliding it under her butt, causing it to nuzzle against her cropped
haired cunt.
Twisting her head backwards to look at me, she gave me a toothy smile,
before managing to reply "Uh ... yes ... yes, sahib..." automatically
planting her feet wider on the floor. "Good..." I muttered, as I leaned
forward to reach for her cunt from the belly. Running my fingers along
the slit of her pussy, I muttered "Hmm ... doesn't look like you are ready
... you are not wet yet..." probing her pussy lips, and pushing a finger
inside.
"No ... I am ready, sahib..." she blurted out immediately, her eagerness to
please arousing me further. She quickly spat on to her fingers to wet
them, and reaching under her belly, proceeded to wet herself with her
moistened fingers. That utterly crude action made my cock lurch, and
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leaning against her butt, the shaft of my rampant cock pressing against
her cunt, I reached out and cupped one of her dangling conical fleshy
breasts with my hand.
Squeezing the firm yet pliant flesh of her mango-shaped tits, I rolled her
long thick black nipples between my fingers, trying to arouse her further.
She responded by spreading her feet wider apart, and guided my probing
cock towards the opening of her cunt with her fingers. Bending my knees
a bit, I thrust forward slowly, not wanting to hurt this poor girl.
"Haiii, maaa..." I heard the buck-toothed brown skinned 23-year old
Rajasthani tribal girl cry out, as the swollen tip of my cock penetrated her
sparsely haired cunt. As Hetal watched, her eyes glittering, I adjusted my
hips, and taking hold of Rambha's huge ass in my hand, pushed forward,
sending the thick shaft of my cock into her not fully wet cunt.
Hetal's face was flushed with excitement, and there was something like a
crazed expression on her face, as she watched me begin to fuck her friend
from behind. As my cock slowly entered Rambha's 23-year old cunt, I
realized that she could take a cock of my thickness easily inside her.
Some of these rabaari tribals were huge men, and I was sure someone
like Rambha would have been fucked by many of them.
All the same, as I cock went in deeper, I saw her jerk her head upwards,
pulling her mouth away from Hetal's cunt. Squeezing one of her dangling
tits roughly, I pulled my cock out and then thrust it into her hard, unable
to resist the temptation anymore. As my hips smacked against her huge
buttocks, I heard emit a soft cry of "Haaiii...", holding on to Hetal's thighs
for support. The insides of her cunt seemed to cling to my cock, as I

began to rhythmically fuck her from behind, my hips smacking into her
butt with each thrust.
As Rambha began to moan, Hetal grabbed hold of her head, and thrust it
towards her thick lipped cunt again, urging her to continue licking her. I
was pleased to see the busty Hetal also getting into the act, playing out
the role she was expected to, perfectly. "Aur zor se choddo usko, sahib ...
usko chudwaan bahut acchha lagta hai..." Hetal hissed through her
clenched teeth, urging me to fuck her friend harder, by telling me that
she enjoyed being fucked.
Seeing the slutty Hetal grin again, as she tried to encourage me to fuck
her friend, I muttered to myself "Wait till I fuck you, bitch..." beginning
to thrust into Rambha's cunt harder. Reaching under Rambha's belly, my
fingers found the place where my cock was penetrating her cunt, and
quickly located the clit on the upper side of her cunt.
Clutching one of her luscious mango-shaped dangling tits with my left
hand, I began to furiously rub her aroused clitoris with the middle finger
of my right hand, even as I continued to fuck her hard from behind. As
my fingers began to manipulate her clitoris, I saw Rambha arch her neck,
and clench Hetal's thighs hard, her buck toothed deformed mouth
opening. I knew that if I waited to make her come with my fucking, I
would end up coming too; and so, I resorted to stimulating her clit with
my fingers.
Egged on my Hetal's coarse encouraging words, I continued to ram my
cock into Rambha's hot juicy cunt, even as I fingered her clit furiously.
Suddenly, without warning, I felt the hapless Rambha's thighs begin to
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quiver uncontrollably, and her knees starting to wobble. "Maaaiiiii..." I

heard her cry out through clenched teeth, as I felt her cunt beginning to
spasm uncontrollably, as she succumbed to the frantic minstrations of
my finger on her clitoris, and my cock ploughing her cunt.
Letting go of her tits, I grabbed hold of her by her waist, and held her in
place, even as I rubbed her clitoris mercilessly. Slowing down the pace of
driving my cock into her, I focused on getting her off with my fingers on
her clitoris. Soon, she let out a prolonged moan, her voice muffled on
account of Hetal holding her head between her thighs, and I felt her
entire body shudder violently.
"Bas, sahib ... basss..." I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as her
orgasm ravaged her body, her knees almost giving up on her. Satisfied, I
stopped thrusting into her, holding my steely hard cock buried in her
cunt, enjoying the sensations of her wet cuntal muscles spasming on my
cock, even as I felt my fingers getting soaked with her copious vaginal
secretions.
Satisfied, I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and helped her straighten. As
she turned around, there was a dazed expression on her face, unstead on
her feet as she straightened her back. Her mouth was open, her
protruding teeth jutting out, and her luscious ripe breasts heaved, as she
breathed heavily, trying to get herself under control.
My rock hard cock was wet and slimy with her cuntal juices, and stood
out like a glistening pole, swaying gently like a menacing snake. Hetal
had a crazed look in her eyes, and as her eyes were drawn to my cock, her
hands automatically went to her pussy. Rubbing her cunt absent

mindedly, one leg still drawn up on the platform, she asked me throatily
"So, how did you like Rambha, sahib..." grinning cockily once again. The
hapless Rambha, who had never expected to be driven to an orgasm,
stood there watching me, as if awaiting a verdict.

Part - 65
I suddenly felt sorry for the poor girl, and reaching out to her, pulled her
towards me by her waist. Wrapping my arm around her waist from
behind, I smiled and said "She's good ... I like her..." causing her to smile
nervously too, as she struggled to get her breathing in order. As Rambha
blushed, as if suddenly aware of her nudity, I felt Hetal reach out with
her hand take my still hard slimy cock in her hand.
Fisting my cock, she grinned lasciviously and said "Arre, sahib ... you are
still hard like a flag pole..." her eyes squinting with mischief. Smirking at
her, I responded "So, what are you going to do about it... ?" reaching out
to squeeze one of her heavy overdeveloped 36-C breasts. As I marveled at
the firmness of her teenage tits yet again, she giggled seductively, and
pushing her chest out towards me.
"Whatever you want, sahib..." she said, grinning mischeviously again. By
now, she had jumped off the platform, and was standing next to me,
twiddling with braided hair, trying to draw my attention to her
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magnificent tits. With a smile, I got on to the platform, and sat on it,
dangling my legs below. Reaching out, with my left hand, I pulled
Rambha towards me, making her stand next to my knee.
Draping my arm around her shoulder, I cupped her ripe mango-shaped
tits and smiled at her, trying to let her know that I had acknowledged her
presence. She responded my smiling at me, awkwardly trying to hide her
protruding teeth. As her eyes were drawn to my cock standing up, she
gingerly reached out to take it in her hand. Clutching my cock, she looked
at me with a questioning look in her eyes, as if seeking permission to go
ahead with something.
When I nodded my assent, she once again smiled shyly, before bending
forward quickly, and taking my cock in her mouth. Pleasantly surprised,
I leaned back, and caressed her bare back, enjoying the feel of her large
thick nipples grazing against my thighs. At the same time, I felt Hetal
snuggle up against me on the other side, pressing her huge firm tits to my
side.
Grabbing hold of the single braid of her rough hair, I pulled her head
back, and planted my mouth on hers. She let out a little groan, and
opened her mouth wide, lashing her tongue against mine. At the same
time, I pulled my left hand away from Rambha's back, and cupped her
incredibly firm heavy breasts.
Kneading the firm flesh of her tits, I tongued her mouth furiously, turned
on enormously by the manner in which Rambha was somehow taking the
entire length of my cock into her mouth. As Hetal slid her hand between
my thighs, and began to fondle my swollen balls with her thick pudgy
fingers, I pulled my mouth away from hers, and in turn clamped it on her
firm hard overdeveloped breasts.
With a groan, I began to suck on her incredible tits like a maniac, biting
on them, and nibbling on her pinkish brown nipples with my teeth.
Rambha was now intent on sucking me off, and I saw the way she was
opening her buck toothed mouth wide, and taking my thick cock all the
way up to her throat.
Rambha was an accomplished cock sucker, and the way she was going
about it, I knew that I was not going to last for too long. With a groan, I
pulled my mouth away from Hetal's tits which were now reddened, and
gazed at Rambha's bobbing head with arousal. She was now emitting
involuntary gurgling sounds from her throat, as she took in my cock up
to her throat each time, and sucked on it frantically.
Realizing that my attention was drawn to Rambha, Hetal too knelt in
front of me, and brought her face near my cock. As Rambha paused to
catch her breath, Hetal took hold of my quivering cock, and began to
stroke it rapidly. I felt like some slave master, as I watched these two
tribal girls, bending in front of me, pleasuring my cock with their
mouths.
"Ummmm..." Hetal moaned seductively, as she took turns to take my
cock in her mouth, and suck on it furiously, before letting it slip out of
her mouth. Thrusting her thick tongue out, she began to lick along the
side of my slippery wet cock, beckoning to Rambha also with her fingers
to do the same.
As Rambha followed suit, and began to flick her tongue on the swollen
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tip of my cock, with Hetal licking the sides, I clenched my hips, and felt
my buttocks tightening. With a savage grunt, I let go, and my cock
erupted, sending a thick wad of boiling hot semen shooting out of the
inflamed slit of my cock head.
Hetal yelped in surprise, as I ejaculated without warning, my hot jism
spattering on to her wide thick face. As her hands automatically flew to
her face to protect eyes, I saw Rambha instinctively pull my cock away
from Hetal's face, and point it towards her. As her fingers automatically
pumped my cock, subsequent spurts of my hot cum, shot out of the
inflamed tip of my cock, and landed on her chin; dribbling down to her
breasts.
With a groan, I threw my head back, supporting myself by placing my
hands behind my butt on the kitchen platform. Recovering from her
initial shock quickly, Hetal also took hold of my cock, and pumped it,
making the last few drops of my boiling hot semen ooze out of my cock.
Satisfied with their efforts, the two village girls, looked up at me with
their cum splattered faces, smiling at me bravely.
As my semen drooled down Hetal's cheeks, on to her breasts, she stood
up quickly, wiping it with her hands. Spent, I could only sit back and
watch, as the girls hurried towards the sink in the kitchen, washing my
cum off their hands, faces, and breasts. Jumping off the platform, I too
went into the platform, to clean myself up. By the time I came out, both
of them had put on their clothes, and were talking to each other in
hushed tones.
Seeing me approach, they fell silent, and turned to smile at me. Hetal was
the first to speak, as she came up to me, and said "I hope you are happy,
sahib..." smiling, as she twirled her ghaagra. I'd planned to fuck her also
today, but had come before I could, thanks to the two of them working
wonders on my cock with their mouths and tongues. 'Hmm..." I said,
grinning enigmatically.
I knew she was here only for the money, and deciding to not waste any
more of my time, turned around and went into my bedroom. Returning
with my wallet, I pulled out a 500 rupee note, and handing it to Rambha,
said "Keep this for now ... go to a dentist, and find out from him how
much your braces will cost ... then you come to me..." maintaining a
straight face. Rambha glanced at Hetal, and seeing her nod, took the
money from me gratefully.
"Thank you, sahib ... I will be eternally grateful to you..." she said,
smiling awkwardly, conscious of her buck tooth. "You don't have to be
grateful for anything ... I am not doing you any favor..." I said coolly with
a smile, patting her arm. Nodding, she bowed her head, seeming
genuinely grateful. It seemed to be like she was not as manipulative a
bitch as the slutty Hetal. Sliding up closer to me, Hetal said to Rambha
"You go ahead and wait outside ... I'll join you in a minute..." signaling
her with her eyes that she had something to take care of with me alone.
As Rambha left, throwing me a grateful smile again, Hetal turned to me,
and wrapping her arms around my waist, pressed herself to me. Smiling
seductively, she said "Nothing for me today, sahib... ?" her voice dripping
with honey. The bitch was shameless enough to ask me for money, for
having pimped her friend like a whore.
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I felt like slapping her and throwing her out of the house, but held myself
back somehow. After all, I was responsible for having allowed her to take
these liberties with me. Moreover, the last thing I wanted was her
gossiping with someone else about my sexual depravity with these village
women. Grabbing her thick ass, I squeezed it as I said "Why should I give
you anything today ... I didn't fuck you today..." smiling lasciviously, as I
spoke these crude words.
"Ohh, sahib ... aisa mat boliye..." she crooned, pressing herself to me
further. Reaching down to fondle my docile cock under the towel, she
contined "You know you can fuck me any time you want, sahib ... even
now..." as she batted her eyelashes coquettishly, trying her best to titillate
me. Throwing back my head, I laughed mirthlessly and said "It's too late
for that now..." I saw her cocky face fall, as she pouted and said "Ohh,
sahib..." realizing that her charms were not working on me.
After a moment's pause, she said "Then, can I come again the afternoon,
sahib..." her tone hopeful " ... I will make it worth your while, sahib..."
trying to smile seductively again. I gazed at her for a moment, wondering
how desperate she could get, before shaking my head. "Naah ... not today
... you come tomorrow morning..." I said to her with a little chuckle,
enjoying myself thoroughly.
"OK, sahib ... I will come tomorrow then..." she piped, smiling bravely at
me, albeit disappointed at not getting anything out of me today. Deciding
to go a little easy on her, I pulled out a 100/- rupee note from my wallet,
and handed it to her. Surprised, her thick blunt fair face, lit up with a
bright smile, as she grabbed hold of my hand and said in that husky
squeaking voice of hers "Ohh, sahib ... I knew you were joking with me ...
I knew it..." bobbing her head excitedly, thrilled at getting a 'tip' from me
for her services, grinning broadly.
Standing on her toes, she planted a quick kiss on my lips, before shaking
her torso from side to side, and purposely rubbing her firm breasts inside
the blouse on my chest. Dropping her tone, she said "Saheb, if my mother
asks ... please tell her that I made you happy today..." referring to the
matronly Gajra ben. I was amused by how scared she was of her mother,
who had almost thrashed her in front of me the last time the two of them
were here. "Don't worry ... I will..." giving her a playful pinch on those
firm tits of hers.
After they left, I closed the door and went inside to get dressed. My
stomach was rumbling, and I wondered what I should do for breakfast.
Just as I was pulling on my trousers, the bell rang again. I groaned
inwardly, realizing that it would be the maids, Pushpa and Rani. After
the session in the morning, I was in no mood to fool around with them,
and muttering to myself, went to open the door.
To my surprise, it was not them, but my sexy 36-year old neighbour, the
luscious Sarla bhabhi. She was attired in yet another lovely looking
lavender chiffon saree, looking every bit the classic sexy housewife. As
she stood there, hands on her hips, the saree tied well below her navel to
show off her sexy belly, I couldn't help but marvel at how desireable she
could be for sex-crazed youngsters like us.
"Ahem ... so you finally decided to visit your own house ... eh?" she said
with sarcasm, but with that teasing smile on her luscious lips. Before I
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could respond, she pushed past me and bustled into the house. Closing
the door behind her, she turned to me, hands on her hips, and with a
stern expression on her face "So where have you been all these days ...
you don't even come home to sleep, is it... ?" continuing to berate me in
her inimitable style, without allowing me to speak.

Part - 66
My heart skipped a beat, as I realized she had been keeping a watch on

when I slipped in and out of the house. "Umm, I've been around,
aunty..." I mumbled like an awkward teenager, hoping to charm her with
my shy schoolboy charm. "Around ... around... !!!" she exclaimed, cutting
me off again, as she walked up to me.
Reaching out, she caught hold of my ear, and tweaking it none to gently
like a teacher would do to her truculent student, she continued "Do you
know that you left the door of your terrace open... !!!" berating me like a
dominating aunt. "Uh-oh..." I mumbled, wincing exaggeratedly, as she
tweaked my ear rather painfully, before letting go of it. Pursing her lips,
she questioned again "So where have you been spending your nights,
young man... ???" nodding her head as if daring me to answer.
"Umm ... aunty ... I've been sleeping at one of my friends place..." I
mumbled, praying she'd not spotted me anywhere near Alka bhabhi's
house yesterday night, or Kalpana aunty's house the night before.
"Hmm..." she grunted, looking at me closely, as is scrutinizing me, her
lips drawn taut across her tantalizing sexy milky white face. Seeing me
standing there like a chastised schoolboy, her expression relaxed.
Coming closer to me, she placed her hand on my chest, and said "Arre,
beta ... your aunty gets worried, na ... your mother called me yesterday
night since nobody was answering the phone here ... and it looks so bad if
I am not able to tell her where you are..." cooling down considerable, and
speaking in a more understanding tone. "Oh..." I mumbled, realizing I
had not called up my parents this week.
Breaking into a naughty smile, she continued "Anyway ... I told her that
you are doing fine ... and that you were probably at some friends place ...
and that she had nothing to worry about..." caressing my chest, as she
looked up at me fondly. "After all ... Sarla aunty is there to take care of
you ... isn't it... ?" she added, smiling at me teasingly again as she slid her
hand inside the open neck of my shirt, and playfully tugged at the hair on
my chest.
Despite having my got my rocks off only a while back, I felt myself
responding to her teasing mannerisms. Reaching out, I wrapped both my
hands around her waist, and pulled her to me, causing her lush ripe 36-
year old body to press against mine. Looking into her eyes, I said "Oh,
aunty ... I missed you..." smiling shyly at her.
Slapping my arm playfully, she wrinkled her nose and said "Don't you try
to sweet talk me, you little devil..." smiling nonetheless, as she caught me
looking at the deep cleavage of her blouse. Suddenly, my stomach
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rumbled audibly, the pangs of hunger getting the better of it. "Ohh, poor
boy ... you must have not even had breakfast..." she exclaimed, her
motherly instincts taking over. Pulling herself out of my arms, she
bustled into the kitchen, tying the pallu of her saree around her waist.
"Oh, boy ... why the hell does she turn me on so much... !!!" I groaned
inwardly, even as I felt my insatiable cock stir inside my briefs.
Scratching my head in wonder, I followed her into the kitchen and
watched her as she went about fixing breakfast for me. Putting the milk
to boil in the milk cooker, she quickly got down to making some batata-
poha, a tasty Gujarati breakfast made with crushed rice flakes and
potatoes.
As she was soaking the rice-flakes, she said "By the way, the servants
wont be coming for the next 10 days ... they have gone to their village for
Navaratri..." referring to the Gujarati festival of nine nights. "So I have
asked Gajra ben to arrange for someone in the interim..." she continued,
referring to the 46-year old rabaari woman, who supplied milk in our
colony.
"Um ... OK..." I mumbled, wondering if Gajra ben would be sending her
daughter as the domestic help. "Acchhaa ... talking about Navaratri ... I
have heard that your club organizes the best Garba program in the city..."
referring to the prestigious club that my father was a member of. "Uhh ...
yeah ... it's quite nice..." wondering what she was driving at.
"Good ... good..." she said, as she went about making breakfast for me. As
I waited, she continued "You know, beta ... every year ... for Navaratri ...
my husband used to arrange for complimentary passes for some club ...
but this year ... he is not able to make it..." straining the water from the
rice flakes.
Glancing at me to check if I was listening, she continued "So this year
when Amisha asked me, where I would be taking her ... I said sorry beta
... this year your Sarla aunty has not been able to plan anything..." tossing
some finely chopped onions and green chillies into a round-bottomed
pan. I tensed when I heard her mention Amisha's name, wondering what
she had to do with all this.
"Uh, who Amisha, aunty... ?" I murmured, trying to put on a suitably
bewildered look. "Oho ... you are so forgetful ... Amisha ... Mayuri ben's
younger daughter ... the one you gifted the bicycle to ... on her birthday ...
remember... ?" she exclaimed, shaking her head at my so called
forgetfulness. "Oh, yes ... sorry..." I answered, nodding my head as if I'd
suddenly recollected who Amisha was.
Sprinkling some spices on the chopped onions and chillies, she
continued "You see ... every year I take them along with me for Garba ...
the poor girls ... they don't have a father, na..." wrinkling her nose as the
onions & chillies sizzled in the oil. "Hmm..." I muttered, suddenly feeling
sorry about the fact that Amisha and Seema did were actually fatherless.
Mayuri ben had told me more than once to stay away from Sarla bhabhi,
branding her a cougar after young boys. But it didn't seem to me like
Sarla bhabhi harbored any such sentiments towards her.
Tossing the chopped potatoes into the pan, and covering the pan with a
lid to allow the potatoes to cook, she wiped her forehead with the back of
her hand as she said "So, beta ... will you be able to arrange passes for us
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to your Club..." smiling sweetly at me. "Umm ... I guess so, aunty ... I will
speak to the Club Manager..." I responded, making a mental note to call
up the manager.
"Umm ... will Mayuri aunty and Seema didi be also coming... ?" I asked,
as Sarla bhabhi put some water to boil for making tea. Turning to look at
me, she replied "No, beta ... how can Mayuri ben come ... she is a widow
... and I don't think Seema also will..." shaking her head. "Ohh..." I
mumbled, nodding her head in understanding.
"She sure doesn't behave like one..." I thought to myself, reflecting on
Sarla bhabhi referring to the lusty Mayuri ben as a widow. "But Amisha
may like to bring some of her friends along..." Sarla bhabhi continued, as
she put in tea leaves into the boiling water. "Would that be a problem,
beta ... to arrange for some extra passes... ?" she asked, turning to look at
me.
Pursing my lips, I pretended to think about it for a while, before
answering "Umm, no ... I don't think so..." trying hard to conceal my
excitement about the prospects of going for Garba with not only the
teasing Sarla bhabhi and the sexy teenaged Amisha, but also her friends.
Lifting the lid of the pan to check on the contents, she said "By the way,
that girl has become totally fidaa on you..." glancing at me with a naughty
grin. "Who... ?" I answered, trying to sound bewildered. "Amisha..."
replied Sarla bhabhi, smiling at me knowingly " ... ever since you
arranged that birthday party for her ... and gifted her that bicyle..." she
finished, shaking her head, as if amused by my naivety.
"Oh, that was just..." I mumbled, pretending embarrassment, and leaving

my sentence unfinished. Stirring the contents of the pot, and taking a bit
of it in a spoon to check on the salt, she grunted in satisfaction, before
closing the lid again. The aroma of the batata-poha, coupled with my
hunger, made my mouth water, and I said "Mmmm ... that smells great,
aunty ... I'm dying to eat it..." smiling as I ran my tongue over my lips.
As she beamed with pride and smiled fondly, I added "How lucky I am ...
to have the good fortune of breakfast being made for me by such a
gorgeous lady..." grinning from ear to ear. "Chal hat..." she chided me " ...
don't try to flatter your aunty..." as she reached out to playfully hit me
with the ladle. Laughing, I jumped out of her reach, even as she was
distracted by the tea starting to boil over.
Reaching to quickly turn off the gas, she smiled at me rather fondly. It
pleased me to see another side to Sarla bhabhi. She had always been this
cock-teasing aunty, a teasing, and sometimes mocking smile on her face.
But now, I could see shades of something like fondness in the way she
occasionally smiled at me. Continuing to smile, she fluttered her
eyelashes and said "I hope you still would like to see your Sarla aunty in a
ghaagra-choli..." referring to that ornately designed dreses that girls and
young women wore for Garba.
"I could never forget what you told me that day ... that you used to come
to watch Garba ... only to see me dance in my ghaagra-choli..." she added,
continuing to smile at me seductively. It was a fact that I used to gawk at
her those days. She was, after all, every teenage boy's fantasy, and the
only one among the "aunties" in our colony, who dared to wear a backless
choli.
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"Oh, aunty..." I replied, the color rushing to my cheeks, embarrassed that

she'd remembered me admitting that to her. Pleased at the response
she'd elicited, she smiled and said "So, you'll get a chance to see me in
that again now..." her prominent cheekbones turning a shade of red, as
she smiled at me seductively. "I hope I fit into it now..." she added with a
chuckle.
The batata-poha was by now ready, and as she transferred the contents
into a plate, I let out a deep sigh, amazed at how much this teasing, sexy
36-year old housewife, still managed to turn me on. "Come, now ... have
your naashta ... I'm sure you are starving by now..." she said in a
motherly tone, as she carried the plate into the living room. I tucked into
the hot batata-poha with relish, muttering praises through mouthful, as
she sat next to me at our dining table, and watched me eat.
Once I'd eaten my fill, she brought me my tea. As I sipped on my tea, she
cleared the plates, taking over the role of my mother in the house for the
moment. It was amazing how married women could switch between
different roles so easily. One moment, they could smother you with their
motherly affection, and the other moment, they could overwhelm you
with their pent up passion in bed.
As Sarla bhabhi returned to the living room, adjusting the pallu of her
saree, she smiled at me and said "I hope you enjoyed your breakfast,
beta..." patting my belly. Grabbing hold of her hand, I gallantly kissed it
and said "I loved it, aunty ... but more than that, I loved your company..."
grinning broadly. She beamed and blushed at the same time, as she
gushed "Wait till tonight, beta ... we will have a good time..." smiling
tantalizing at me again.
"I have to go to the parlor, now ... to get ready for tonight..." she added
teasingly, referring to us going out for Garba tonight. "I will speak to
Amisha and let you know how many extra passes we will need, OK
beta..." she said, as she bustled out of the house, in the same manner in
which she'd come in.

Part - 67
After Sarla bhabhi left, I called up the manager of our Club to arrange for
the passes. Needless to say, he was more than happy to help. As I
thanked him for his kindness, he responded effusively with an "Oh,
anytime sir ... anytime ... after all your guests are our guests also..."
leaving me smiling.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully; the only highlight being
the darling Kalpana aunty coming with my lunch in the afternoon. After
the night before last, a new sort of bond had been established between
us. Though she was extremely warm to me, I could sense the
undercurrents of discomfiture in her mannerisms. After all, how would
one expect any self-respecting mother of two to behave with a young
college-goer like me, with whom she had such a complex relationship?
Not only was she having a passionate sexual dalliance with a 20-
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something youth, but her teenaged daughter too seemed to be completely

infatuated with him. A middle-aged woman having an affair with a
youngster seemed bad enough; and the fact that she had to share his
affections with her own teenaged daughter only complicated matters
further.
Especially when matters had gotten out of hand, and mother and
daughter had ended up sharing their bodies with me; that too, right in
front of each other. I could well imagine how difficult it would be now for
her to not only face me, but her own daughter. These were the thoughts
that preoccupied me, as I ate my lunch, even as she watched me
affectionately.
Our conversation was polite, to say the least, and when I hugged her as
she was about to leave, I could see the conflict raging within her body
and soul. Even though I had spent the most erotic night imaginable with
Kalpana aunty and her 17-year old daughter Jigna, a part of me now
wished it had not happened; at least not the way it eventually did.
The look in her eye as she looked at me fondly and kissed me softly on
the lips, was of a woman who had been stripped of her last vestige of
modesty before me; and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Not
wanting her to find out about me taking Sarla bhabhi and Amisha to our
club for Garba, I told her about it myself.
She was nice about it, and wished me a good time, but when I asked her
if she, Jigna, and Jatin-bhai would like to join us, she declined politely.
"It's very kind of you to ask, beta..." she said " ... but we would only be a
burden..." smiling warmly at me, as she touched my cheek affectionately.

It was only after she left that I realized that my heartless cock, for the
first time, kept itself in check when in her presence.
Slightly worried about the future of my relationship with her, I closed the
door behind her, and went to take a nap, knowing that I had a long night
ahead. Towards evening, I was woken up by a visibly cheerful Sarla
bhabhi, who came to inform me that Amisha would have only two people
accompanying her, all her other friends having already made plans with
their friends.
I was hoping that Amisha's best friend, the pretty Barbie-doll like Krutika
would come along, and was somewhat disappointed when I came to
know that she wasn't. Instead, it was going to be the dusky South Indian
girl Mini, who'd been given permission to go out at night, only if she were
accompanied by a male from their family, which in this case had turned
out to be one of her cousin brothers, who was visiting them from their
home town in Kerala.
Refreshed by my afternoon siesta, I went up to my terrace for a work-out,
spending more time on tightening my biceps with my dumb-bells. Given
the new laws that had come into effect, clubs could not remain open
beyond 1:00 AM in the night, the program was supposed to start by 8:00
PM. After a rigorous work-out, I had a quick shower, and got ready for
the evening. I decided against shaving, realizing that my 2-day old
stubble did look all that bad, and somehow made me look older than I
actually was.
Deciding to wear a wine-red Kurta along with my faded blue denims,
along with a pair of Jodhpuris, I was at Sarla bhabhi's house by about
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6:30 PM, having nothing else to do. "Ohh ... you are already ready... !"
she exclaimed as she opened the door. "I must hurry up then..." she said
with a little laugh, as she closed the door behind us. I had been looking
forward to seeing how she would look in the traditional Garba attire, and
even though I had expected her to look fabulous, I was stil left breathless
by how she looked.
She was wearing lovely pink ghaagra-choli, which despite being
conservatively cut, was stunning in its understated elegance. She looked
regal in that; the perfect picture of a lovely vivacious housewife, who
conveyed her age with élan. She was still clutching the comb with which
she had been brushing her hair, and when she saw me gaping at her, she
beamed with pride. "So, how do I look, beta... ?" she asked, pushing back
her hair, and posing before me, her eyes twinkling naughtily.
Smiling slowly, I replied "You look magnificent, aunty..." unable to pull
my eyes from her lovely breasts under the somewhat transparent pink
choli, and her incredibly desirable milky white belly, the ghaagra tied
well below her navel, accentuating her naturally curvy and lush body.
"Ohh, don't call me 'aunty'..." she intoned with an accentuated pout,
before breaking out into a laugh.
As I too laughed at her little theatrics, she said "On a serious note, beta ...
do you think this makes me look more 'aunty-like'..." gazing expectantly
at me. Taking a step back, I made a show of holding my chin and pursing
my lips, as if inspecting her closely. "Hmm..." I grunted, as I nodded my
head, as if making some profound observations, causing her to protest
"Oh, come on ... don't tease me ... I am serious..." smiling nonetheless.

In all fairness, in this attire, she looked more classy than sexy. Looking at
her, I asked "Do you want my honest opinion, aunty... ?" smiling
naughtily. "Of course ... please..." she replied immediately, her
expression expectant. "Umm ... let me see..." I began, trying to choose my
words carefully.
"You ... umm ... look magnificent, aunty ... very elegant ... very classy ...
very lovely..." I began, watching her nod her head automatically, soaking
in the adulation she'd come to expect from me. "But..." I continued,
looking to see if her expression changed. "But what..." she automatically
exclaimed, her beaming face falling a bit, nodding her head as if urging
me to complete.
"But ... there's something ... umm ... missing..." trying hard to get my
thoughts in order, even as I looked at her closely. "Missing ... what's
missing, beta ... tell me..." she urged, a slightly bewildered look on her
teasing fair-complexioned high-cheekboned extremely desireable face,
even as she self-consciously began to smooth her lovely flowing ghaagra.
"But ... you look more beautiful than sexy..." I finally said, a sheepish grin
on my face.
Her brows furrowed in concentration, as she took in what I said, glancing
at herself in the mirror hung behind their main door. Adjusting the pallu
of her almost transparent chiffon-like pink choli, she looked at me in the
mirror and said "So, you're saying that I'm not looking sexy enough..."
repeating what I'd just said, as if trying to interpret something out of it.
Pursing my lips, I said "I'm sorry, aunty ... but, yes..." I replied. Realizing
that she'd taken my observation far too seriously, I said "I mean ... this is
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lovely ... but I think ... I think ... you would look so hot ... so sexy ... if you
wore a backless choli..." my voice becoming hoarse as I spoke the last few
words. Hearing that, she pouted her lips, and exclaimed "Oh, beta ... I
know ... I know ... but I'm too old to wear backless cholis now..." her face
creased with disappointment.
"Oh no, aunty ... that's all in your mind ... you still have ... umm ... such a
lovely figure..." I interjected, protesting vehemently, gazing lovingly at
her lush, ripe, not so full, figure. She seemed to have not even heard me,
as she turned to face the mirror again. "You don't understand, beta ... my
breasts are not so firm anymore..." she said matter of factly,
subconsciously reaching for her full, rounded 34-C breasts, supported by
a bra under that pink elaborately adorned blouse that she wore, and
hefting them in the palms of her hands.
Hearing the sexy Sarla bhabhi talk to me so openly about her body, I felt
a surge of desire course through me. Taking a few steps to get behind her,
as she stood facing the mirror with her back to me, I wrapped my hands
around her waist from behind, and placing my hands over her breasts, I
said huskily "Oh, aunty ... don't say that ... you have the most beautiful
breasts I have ever seen..." trying my best to flatter her, even as my
fingers felt the contours of her lacy bra under the blouse.
As I rested my chin on her shoulders, and pressed my pelvis to her soft
lush butt from behind, she looked at me in the mirror, and catching my
eye, smiled at me fondly. "Oh, beta ... you are so cute..." softly touching
my hands which rested on her breasts. Continuing to gaze into my eyes,
pleased with the attention I was lavishing on her, she smiled once again,
and said "I know you love your Sarla aunty, beta ... but the fact is ...
without my bra ... my breasts sag..." once again reaching to cup one of
her lush, soft breasts, and squeezing it for effect.
I felt my cock stiffening automatically inside my denims as I watched her
cup her own breasts, and talk to me about them so freely. Letting go off
her, I turned her around to face me, and taking her hands said "OK,
aunty ... do me one favor ... at least just wear it and show me once ... after
all, we have enough time... "showing her my watch. "And once Amisha is
here ... we'll ask her for her opinion also ... the let us decide..." I said
decisively, desperately trying to convince her.
As she stood there thinking about it, still uncertain, I persisted "Oh,
aunty ... please ... at least for me..." putting on my best charming
schoolboy expression, and smiling at her. Seeing the expression on my
face, she finally smiled slowly, the inherent seductiveness returning to
her teasing smile. Pinching my cheeks fondly, she said "OK, beta ... if you
say so..." as if agreeing to it just because I had so, though extremely
pleased that I was continuing to take so much interest in her.

Part - 68
"Fantastic..." I replied with a big smile, as I stepped back and nodded

happily. "I'm honored ... oh my dearest Sarla aunty..." I said with a
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flourish, bowing my head in mock chivalry. "You naughty boy..." she

chided me fondly, playfully slapping me on my arm. "By the way ... you
and I are part of a little conspiracy already..." she said, something coming
to her mind suddenly. "What's that... ?" I asked automatically.
Grinning naughtily, she said "Both Amisha and her friend want to wear
backless cholis as well ... but obviously ... since their mothers wouldn't
allow them ... they are going to do it clandestinely..." shaking her head
excitedly. "So, they are going to wear regular blouses under their backless
cholis when they leave from their house ... but they're going to come here
... and get rid of the blouse..." she continued, her eyes twinkling merrily,
as she shared the little secret with me.
"And we are their partners in crime..." she added, chuckling heartily as
she finished. While the more adventurous and liberated girls wore
backless cholis during Navaratris, it was common practice for the
relatively conservative girls to wear a regulation blouse under the
backless choli. That way, they didn't have to sacrifice the glamor and
allure of those elaborately designed cholis, since the best looking ones
were inevitably backless ones; while at the same time not look "aunty-
type" wearing only those boring blouses.
Hearing this little nugget of unexpected information, I began to look
forward to the evening more than ever. "Oh, by the way ... you are
looking really nice too..." I heard Sarla bhabhi say suggestively, snapping
me out of my reverie, even as she came close to me, and placed her hand
on my chest, caressing the muscles of my chest through my silk wine-red

kurta. As I beamed with pleasure, she caressed the two-day old stubble
on my cheeks, and said seductively "And this stubble makes you look
really sexy too..." her eyes dancing on me teasingly.
More than anything else, what turned me on about Sarla bhabhi were her
cock-teasing mannerisms. And this time was no exception, as she bit her
lips suggestively. "Oh, come on, aunty ... when will you stop teasing
me..." I protested, with a groan. She laughed at that, and replied "When
you stop ogling at my body..." enjoying teasing me, and basking in the
knowledge of having an adulatory youngster like me around.
Her mocking annoyed me, and aroused me at the same time, and with a
grin I said "Can't help it, aunty ... you are just so hot..." reaching out to
touch the milky white smooth skin of her fleshy waist from the side.
"Save it for later, my darling beta..." she said with a little laugh, as she
pulled away from me. "Let me try on the other dress..." she said
suggestively, as she walked inside to her bedroom, leaving me shaking
my head incredulously. With a sigh, I sat down in the comfortable couch,
as she closed the door of her bedroom to change.
As I sat in the living room, waiting for Sarla bhabhi, the bell rang. Even
as I got up to open the door, I heard Sarla bhabhi call out from inside
"Beta, can you get the door ... it will be Amisha and her friends..."
Replying to her in the affirmative, I walked up to the door and opened it.
It was indeed Amisha and her classmate, the sexy Mini, along with her
cousin brother. "Hiii bhaiyyaa..." Amisha greeted me excitedly when she
saw me, immediately reaching out to grab hold of my hand.
"Hi baby..." I said with a smile, as I let them in and quickly closed the
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door behind them. Amisha looked extremely desireable in a classic red

Garba attire of ghaagra-choli, which was elaborately adorned in the
popular 'rabaari bharat' style of embroidery, with a liberal sprinkling of
tiny mirrors stitched into the cloth, which glimmered and shone, as they
reflected light. There was something extremely provocative about school
girls when they wore grown-ups' clothes like a saree, or this attire for that
matter.
Even the most unremarkable of girls could get transformed during
Navaratris, simply on account of that lovely attire. Being attractive even
otherwise, Amisha was simply transformed, her confident, self assured
demeanor adding to the allure. Her friend, the dusky Mallu girl, Mini, too
looked simply vivacious, resplendent in an equally elaborately
embroidered ghaagra-choli, which was of a stunning shade of deep blue.
While Amisha's well developed 32-B breasts stood proudly on her chest,
the sexy Mini's equally firm 32-B breasts looked incredibly well rounded
under her elaborate choli.
"Where's Sarla aunty, bhaiya... ?" Amisha asked me, as she practically
dragged me by my hand into the room. "Inside..." I said with a smile,
pointing to the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom. "Oh, let's go inside ...
come on..." Amisha said excitedly to Mini, letting go off my hand, as she
went up to Sarla bhabhi's bedroom and knocked on the door. It was then
that I noticed the young fellow, who was ostensibly Mini's cousin brother
from her home town in Kerala, standing there awkwardly.
Turning to smile at Mini warmly, who herself stood there a trifle out of
place, I extended my hand to shake hers, as I said "Hi Mini ... you look
lovely..." even as I took her hand in mine and shook it warmly. She
blushed, predictably enough, and smiling, said "Thank you, bhaiya ...
you're looking very handsome too..." her mischevious eyes glinting.
Turning to smile at the young boy, I said "You must me Mini's cousin ...
hi, I'm Jignesh..." introducing myself. "Hai ... I am Biju..." the young
Keralite boy answered awkwardly, as he shook my hand.
I had to stifle a smile, for some of these typical Keralite names never
ceased to amaze and amuse me. Mini, and now Biju, were classic
examples of that. "Good to meet you, Biju..." I replied warmly, wondering
how much he would get ragged for just his name, had he been in my
school. As Mini followed Amisha into Sarla bhabhi's bedroom, I caught a
quick glimpse that both girls had indeed worn blouses under their
backless cholis.
As I sat in the living room with Siju, I learnt that he was only an year
elder to Mini, and had just completed his school, and was waiting for
admission into a college. Though, he was extremely dark, he had the
classic good looks that some Keralites are blessed with, complete with
dark curly hair, thanks to Kerala's famous coconut oil! He was a pleasant
enough fellow, and I soon learnt that he was big time into sports, and
had even represented his school at the State level in both football as well
as athletics.
As I sized him, I saw that he was blessed with a naturally athletic and
muscular physique, which the likes of me, no matter how much time I
spent pumping iron, could never ever build. He was a whole head taller
than me, and suddenly I felt like somewhat physically inadequate in his
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presence, as I glanced at his strong shoulders, muscular fore arms, and

thick calloused extra large feet.
But like with many such supremely physical specimens, he was
somewhat awkard and goofy around people and not very self assured.
Moreover, he had a thick South Indian accent that made me smile,
whenever he spoke. I noted that he was not dressed for Garba, clas as he
was in a simple pair of trousers and checked half-sleeved shirt left
untucked.
He must have caught me glancing at his clothes, for he suddenly asked
"Umm, bhaiyya..." pronouncing it as 'baiia' in his thick south Indian
accent " ... I came only because Mini's mother would not have allowed
her to go out alone ... I came from Kerala only yesterday ... and I don't
have 'jubba' or anything..." making me smile when he used the word
'jubba', and also the accent with which he pronounced it.
It did not matter what one wore, but I realized he would feel terribly out
of place at the Club, where everyone would be in their traditional best.
Thinking quickly, I said "Don't worry, Biju ... I have an idea..." suddenly
realizing that he'd probably fit into some of my clothes. Getting up, I said
"Come on..." deciding to jump over to my place, and see what I could
lend him to wear for the night. I remembered that I'd picked up a two
pairs of jeans from the boutique store where Sapna worked yesterday,
which I'd not even tried on, and vaguely suspected of being a tad
oversized for me.
And I had plenty of kurtas in my wardrobe, and was sure that I could find
something that would fit him. As he hesitated, I said "Come on ... we

don't have time..." smiling at him, to make him feel at ease. As I'd
suspected, the jeans were a size too large for me, and therefore fit him
perfectly. And I also found a sober yet classy hand-woven cotton checked
kurta that went well with the dark blue acid-washed jeans.
As he checked himself out in the mirror, I could see that he was
immensely pleased with the result. "Perfect ... you look perfect..." I said,
patting him on the shoulder, causing him to smile at me broadly, his big
pearly white teeth shining. "Thank you very much, bhaiyya..." he said,
shaking my hand vigorously, the gratitude evident in his smile. I knew I'd
made a new friend at that moment.
Just as we got back to Sarla bhabhi's house and let ourselves in, the
bedroom door opened, and Mini came out. To say that she'd been
transformed would be an understatement. The girls seemed to have
spent some doing their make-up under the guidance of the ever green
Sarla bhabhi, and the results were impressive.
Mini had dark curly hair, which she habitually tied in a single braid at the
back of her head, the curls held in check with multiple hair clips.
However, now Sarla bhabhi seemed to have worked some magic on her
hair, using liberal amounts of some hair spray that held the hair in place,
and had helped her tie her hair in a single bun behind her head,
undoubtedly helped by some false hair also.
The elaborately adorned dupatta was now worn as a ghunghat of sorts,
held together over the bun of her hair with the help of hair clips, though
still leaving most of her head uncovered. Her dusky complexion had been
pepped up with the mandatory foundation that made her look less dark,
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and she even had some rouge highlights on her cheeks.

Sarla bhabhi had even helped her apply masacara to highlight her eyes,
and also used the mascara pencil to good effect by using it to make three
small dots in a triangular formation on the cleft of her chin.
"Wow, Mini ... you look wonderful..." I found myself saying, as soon as I
laid my eyes on her, making her blush and smile. At the same time, her
eyes fell on her cousin brother, and her eyes widened in surprise. She
exclaimed something in her native tongue to Biju, who just grinned
awkwardly and pointed to me.

Part - 69
"Ohh, bhaiyya ... this is so nice of you..." immensely pleased at me having

helped out her cousin with his wardrobe, as she automatically came to
me and touched my hand. That's when she caught me looking at her
chest, trying to figure out if she'd actually gotten rid of the blouse
underneath, since there was no way of making it out from the front, the
choli being the type which covered the entire front of her torso, including
her belly.
I saw her blush and smile excitedly at the same time, as she looked up at
me and whispered "Yes ... only the choli..." nodding her head excitedly.
Her brother had now moved into the passage to the kitchen and was
combing his hair using a mirror hung over the washbasin, and using the
moment, I slid my hand around her back.
My heartbeat switched gears when I slid my hand upwards under her
ghunghat, from her lower back to the upper back, and felt the skin of her
bare back all the way through, except for the three strings at the back
that held the choli in place.
"Lovely..." I found myself whispering back, my cock hardening almost
instantly when I realized that she wore nothing else under that backless
choli. I'd always wondered if and how girls managed to wear bras under
these backless cholis, since I could never spot the strap of a bra at the
back.
Despite her discomfiture at not having anything else underneath, I could
see that she was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and a hint
of a smile, with a mix of shyness and seductiveness, played on her lips.
The fact that her tender young tennis ball type 32-B breasts sat
absolutely firmly under the choli, with practically no sag, spoke volumes
about her firm her breasts were.
Unlike Amisha, who still had a bit of baby fat on her body, Mini was the
lean, firm, hard bodied type. Hearing the sounds of the bedroom door
opening again, I quickly pulled my hand away from Mini's bare back,
even as she too hastily pulled away. "How do I look, bhaiyyaa... !!!" I
heard Amisha exclaim, as she came bustling out of the room, her pretty
angular face beaming with pride.
As she stood there, pirouetting on her toes, twirling her long elaborate
ghaagra, I found myself shaking my head incredulously. She too had
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been transformed, and looked absolutely ravishing. Sarla bhabhi had

worked her magic with the make-up on Amisha too, and she looked every
bit the delicious Gujarati teenage girl, resplendent in her traditional
attire.
Even as Mini watched, somewhat bemused at Amisha's exuberance,
Amisha came trotting to me, and clutched both my hands excitedly.
"Ohh, aunty is so wonderful ... I am so happy ... so happy..." she
exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down on her toes, causing her
unsupported ripe young 32-C breasts under the choli to jiggle excitedly.
"I am speechless, baby..." I said, clearing my throat, continuing to soak in
her beauty, even as I saw Mini smirk through the corner of my eyes. I
could sense the undercurrents of rivalry between these two young
teenage schoolgirls, as both of them vied for my attention. But Amisha
seemed oblivious to everything else, as she reached up to pull my head
towards her, and whispered in my ear "Bhaiyya ... I'm not even wearing a
bra..." her tone excited.
As she let go off my neck, and I straightened, I felt my cock give another
appreciative twitch inside my jeans, at the uninhibited, naïve manner in
which this sexy young teenager was telling me that she was not wearing
anything else under her choli. Smiling broadly, displaying all her teeth,
she asked again "So tell me, bhaiyya ... how do I look... ?" her eyes wide
with expectation.
"You look gorgeous, baby..." I said with a smile, reaching out to pat her
cheek gently, in a brotherly sort of way, which was only for the benefit of
the dusky Mini who stood watching us closely. "Ohh, I know ... I know..."
Amisha gushed, too excited to notice the little change in my mannerisms.
"Beta, Jignesh ... can you come in here for a minute please... ?" I heard
Sarla bhabhi call out for me from the bedroom. "Excuse me, ladies..." I
said with exaggerated politeness, and a wink to the two girls, causing
both of them to burst into giggles. As I pushed open the bedroom door,
Sarla bhabhi, who'd been waiting behind the door, quickly closed it
behind me.
As she turned towards me, my breath caught in my throat, and I felt my
cock give a noticeable jerk in the confines of my tight underwear. The
cock-teasing milky white complexioned Sarla bhabhi looked sizzling hot
and ravishing enough to eat! She'd changed into an all-black ghaagra-
choli-ghunghat attire, that was intricately embroidered with tiny red
triangles, which held similarly shaped tiny mirrors in place.
She looked like a much fairer, younger, and prettier version of Ila Arun,
the Indian folk singer, the mascara in her eyes, and those three black
dots on the cleft of her chin, standing out against the milky white
complexion of her skin. She'd applied a lovely shade of lipstick on her
lush lips, and wore a pair of dangling ethnic ear-rings.
Her heavily embroidered black choli had a deep round neck, that gave an
enticing view of her lush cleavage, and the predominantly black color of
her attire contrasted beautifully with the milky white complexion of her
skin. There were only a few women who could carry off an all-black attire
with such élan, and the lovely Sarla bhabhi was definitely one of them.
As I stood there gawking at her, my mouth agape, I could see that she
was pleased with the effect her appearance had had on me. "I'm
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waiting..." she said with a teasing smile, as she batted her mascara-lined
eyelashes flirtatiously. I opened my mouth to say something, but the
words just caught in my throat. She had not worn the ghunghat over her
head, leaving it dangling from her shoulder, and my eyes were drawn to
her bosom.
Unsupported by a bra, her lovely 34-C breasts had settled down a bit on
her chest, but not unduly so. On the contrary, they somehow looked a
size larger than before. "Helloo..." I heard her say, pinching me good
naturedly, snapping me out of reverie. Swallowing once again, I finally
managed to gasp "Aunty ... you are ... you are like a dream come true ...
you are the most..." unable to complete, as I just shook my head in awe of
her sheer sexiness.
The attire she wore had definitely become a bit tight for her now, and it
only served to accentuate the curves of her body even more. The front of
her choli managed to cover most of her belly, but still left a tantalizing
strip of her milky white belly uncovered just above her ghaagra. And the
strings holding her choli in place at the back were tied tightly behind her
back, accentuating her naturally curvy shape, where her waist flared out
into full wide hips.
Taking my hand in hers, she placed it on her hips, allowing me a feel of
the smooth milky white skin of her bare waist, and said "So, do I still look
as good as the Sarla aunty you used to come to watch play Garba ... many
years ago..." she asked in a husky whisper, a teasing smile playing on her
lush lips. "Ohh, aunty ... even better ... even better..." I found myself
answering hoarsely, just unable to pull my eyes away from her.

Pleased, she let go off my hand and took a step back. Straightening her
shoulders, she asked me "Tell me, beta ... do my breasts look like they are
sagging... ?" she asked matter of factly, eager to have my opinion. "Oh no,
aunty ... not at all ... not at all ... in fact ... umm ... they look ... umm ...
bigger..." I gasped, turned on immensely by the manner in which she
asked me for my opinion. "Do they... ?" she asked, a hint of a smile
appearing on her lips again. "Yes..." I replied, nodding.
Smiling at me knowingly, she stepped closer to me and said "The secret is
bra pads..." taking my hand in hers, and placing it over her lush breasts.
As she pressed my palm to her lush breasts, I realized that the reason her
medium sized 34-C breasts looked a tad larger, and sat a tad firmer on
her chest, was indeed on account of the bra-pads that she'd inserted into
the cups of her choli. "Oh, aunty..." I groaned, squeezing her breasts
through the choli, and pressing the protruding bulge of my penis to her
belly. "You're going to drive all the young guys like me out there crazy
tonight..." I said with a smile, making her blush with pleasure.
We were getting late for the program, and pulling myself away from her,
I said "I think we better leave now, aunty ... before you drive me crazy..."
winking at her naughtily, eliciting soft laughter from her. As Sarla bhabhi
gathered her purse and followed me out, the two young girls crowded
around her, gushing with excitement about how lovely she looked. That's
when Sarla bhabhi noticed Mini's cousin, Biju, who stood there gaping at
her. Smiling prettily, she said to him "Oh, you must be Mini's cousin ...
hello, beta ... I'm Sarla..." extending her hand to him.
The tall, dark Biju looked like he'd been struck by lightning, and he just
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stood there, his thick lipped mouth slightly agape, staring at Sarla bhabhi
like she was some angel from heaven. Mini nudged him with her elbows,
even as Sarla bhabhi looked at him, a bemused expression on her face.
"Uhh, hello, aunty..." he finally croaked, taking Sarla bhabhi's extended
hand awkwardly, pronouncing 'aunty' in his thick South Indian accent so
that it sounded like 'andy'.
Sarla bhabhi chuckled, as she took in this strapping, young, albeit
awkward lad, even as Mini rushed in to cover for her brother's
awkwardness. "You know, aunty ... Jignesh bhaiyya gave him these
clothes to wear..." trying to divert her attention. "Oh, is it ... why, that's
very nice of him ... they suit Biju very well..." smiling sweetly at Biju. As
Biju finally shut his gaping mouth, still holding on to Sarla bhabhi's
hand, she laughed and said "You can let go off my hand now, beta ... I'm
not running away anywhere..." her merry eyes twinkling.
In this brief exchange, it had become evident, that Biju had been simply
mesmerized by Sarla bhabhi's sexiness and beauty. The poor guy had
probably never seen a woman like her at such close quarters, let alone
shakes her hand. And I had also detected a gleam in Sarla bhabhi's eyes,
as she subtly checked out this dark, strapping young lad, her cougar like
basic instincts liking what she saw. Something in the way Sarla bhabhi
looked at Biju made me feel a bit jealous.
Brushing the thoughts away from my head, I announced "Come on, let's
go ... we're getting late..." clapping my hands together for attention. "Yes
... yes..." the girls chirped in unison, as we all headed out, even as Sarla
bhabhi locked the door behind her. "Here, beta ... you are the designated
driver for the night..." she said, extracting her car keys and handing it to
me. We got into her Maruti 800, with Biju in the front passenger seat,
and the three women getting into the cramped rear seat.

Part - 70
I felt like a shepherd taking his flock to the pastures, listening to the
excited chatter of the girls behind, and the intermitten lilting, teasing
laugh of the luscious Sarla bhabhi. Soon, we reached the Club, and as I
stopped the car at our designated spot in the parking lot, everyone
scrambled out, eager to go to where the Garba program was being held in
the club's sprawling lush green lawn.
As we walked inside, the girls chattering excitedly with Sarla bhabhi, Biju
fell into step with me. "Have you ever attended a Garba program... ?" I
asked him, simply to make him feel at ease. "No, never ... this is my first
time..." he replied, his eyes taking in the decorations all around the Club.
The best thing about Navaratri programs at our club was that since entry
was only by invitation, one never had to deal with the crowds that
thronged most Garba venues. Moreover, the crowd was much better,
since only members, and their invitees could come.
As we entered the sprawling lawn, which was lit up like a Christams tree,
the 'Aarti', a mandatory prayer before the dancing started, was going on.
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I met quite a few of our family friends, all of whom politely inquired
about my parents, and moved on after giving me the mandatory
invitation to their houses for lunch or dinner. We stood there in the lawn,
waiting for the prayer to get over, and I noticed that Sarla bhabhi was
lavishing a fair bit of attention on Biju; laughing and joking with him,
trying to get him to talk.
Mini too hung stood by her cousin's side, trying to help out her shy
cousin brother wherever required. Taking the opportunity, Amisha came
up to my left side, and sliding up close to me, slipped her fingers through
mine. Brushing her young, firm breasts against my upper arm, she said
softly "Bhaiyya ... I never said thank you for bringing us here..."
continuing to look at the people gathered in the lawn.
Squeezing her fingers gently, I replied "You don't have to, baby ... you
know how much I like being with you..." bringing a pleased smile to her
lips. Pressing herself to my side, she said "And bhaiyya ... you are looking
very handsome today ... very sexy..." letting me get a good feel of her ripe
young teenage breasts under her thick choli. Slipping my fingers out of
hers, I slid my hand to her back under her ghunghat, and caressing her
smooth bare back, I replied "You too, baby ... you too..." relishing the feel
of her smooth untarnished skin.
The 'aarti' done with, an announcer came on stage, and introduced the
band which was going to play tonight, eliciting loud cheers from the
small crowd, as they were a popular group, comprising of two girls,
Preeti & Pinki; who'd taken the Garba song scene by storm in Gujarat. As
the band started to play, people formed their own small groups, and
began to dance and sway to the Garba music, the tempo being slow to
start with.
"Come bhaiyya ... let's also start..." Amisha said, tugging at my hand. I
saw Sarla bhabhi also dragging the poor Biju by his hand, coaxing him to
join us. "Oh, don't you worry, my son ... I will teach you how to dance..."
she said to him with a smile, even as Mini looked on with a bemused
expression.
One of the main reasons I hated going for Garba, was the fact that I was
born with two left feet, and was a terrible dancer. However, since
everyone started off with the most basic style of dancing, I managed to
keep up with them, beginning to enjoy watching Sarla bhabhi trying to
teach the awkward young Biju the basic steps. It was evident that this
strapping, young South Indian lad was completely enamored by Sarla
bhabhi, and he couldn't keep his eyes away from her lush body, which
swayed seductively, as she began to get into her rhythm Garba.
It was evident that she was an accomplished dancer, and despite her age,
she was far more pleasing to the eye than many of the much younger girls
around. I saw many guys from other groups also throwing appreciative
glances at the vivacious Sarla bhabhi, who seemed to be in her elements,
and was thoroughly enjoying herself. She was quick to laugh at Biju's
awkward steps, but yet warm and patient with him all the same,
undoubtedly enjoying the attention of everybody around.
Amisha, too was at her flirtatious best, her roving eyes constantly on the
lookout to see who was watching her. Sarla bhabhi's mouth watering
sexiness, coupled with the pretty Amisha's self-assured flirtatiousness,
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made sure our little group got a lot of attention from people around.
Amisha enjoyed the attention she was getting from guys in other groups,
and she was responding to their looks with surreptitious smiles of her
own.
It always amazed me to see how otherwise shy girls, transformed
themselves into seductresses during Garba, and the sexy Amisha was no
exception. She was a natural grace that was attractive and seductive at
the same time, and I found myself smiling, admiring the way she moved
her body to the slow beats of the music playing. In the bright lights of the
lawn, she looked incredibly desirable, the light glittering off the tiny
mirrors on her ghaagra-choli.
Mini, on the other hand, was distinctly less comfortable. Though she'd
learned to dance, she was nowhere near as self assured as Amisha, and I
caught her glancing at me more than once. Each time I caught her
looking, she'd smile, and pull her eyes away. Suddenly, I heard a voice
call out behind me. Turning around, I was surprised to see who it was. It
was Amisha's best friend, Krutika, who'd come up to us, accompanied by
two good looking guys.
The sight of the lovely Krutika simply took my breath away, and I fell out
of step, as I greeted her "Oh, hi Krutika ... what a surprise..." She looked
simply stunning, in an absolutely gorgeous peacock-feather shaded
ghaagra-choli, the make-up and the lights serving to accentuate the sheer
gorgeousness of her pretty Barbie-doll like face. "Hi, bhaiyya..." she said
with a smile that left me speechless, even as she turned to the others and
greeted them.
The three school friends quickly got together, speaking all at once,
excited at seeing each other so unexpectedly here. As everyone was
introduced to each other, I came to know that of the two guys
accompanying Krutika, one was her brother, while the other was her
brother's friend. Unlike me, both of them were decked up in the
traditional rabaari attire of men, looking every bit the part, and leaving
me feeling somewhat under-dressed.
Upon sighting them, Amisha's face had lit up like a million-watt bulb, as
she gushed "Hi Krishna..." addressing Krutika's good looking brother.
They seemed to know each other, and in that instance, I realized that
Amisha had a distinct crush on her best friend's handsome brother. I
found myself smiling, watching Amisha's excitement, realizing that I was
a fool to think that I was the only guy she was interested in.
Needless to say, Krutika's brother and his friend, were also taken in by
Sarla bhabhi's exuberance and sheer gorgeousness, and I could see how
much Sarla bhabhi enjoyed the company and attention of young boys.
The tempo of the music had begun to pick up, and Sarla bhabhi
exclaimed "Come on ... join us..." pulling Krutika's brother's friend by the
hand, who grinned broadly at the attention she was paying to him. Both
the guys were accomplished dancers, as was the lovely Krutika, and as
the steps began to get more complex, I found myself out of sync more
often than not. All the same, I was enjoying the sight of the young bodies
of these three teenage girls swaying to the music, their firm breasts
jiggling enticingly under their cholis, and their laughter and giggles
ringing in my ears.
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We soon formed pairs, dancing side by side in a row, with Amisha

pairing up with Krutika's brother, Krutika herself pairing up with her
brother's good looking friend, Sarla bhabhi making sure the dark-
skinned Biju was with her, and Mini with me. As the steps started to
become more elaborate and complicated, I glanced at Mini, who was also
trying gamely to keep up, and made a face, trying to convey to her that I
was out my depths here. She smiled warmly, and mouthed silently "Me
too..." nodding her head at me.
We were all beginning to dance with gusto now, and despite the cool
October night, I could see beads of sweat forming on everyone's face. It
was an incredible sight watching the luscious Sarla bhabhi letting down
her hair, her lovely 34-C breasts supported by those pads inside, swaying
enticingly. Despite the joy and fun-filled atmosphere, and some fantastic
music being played by the band, I felt my cock hardening inside my jeans
watching Sarla bhabhi dance.
Feigning clumsiness and tiredness, I excused myself saying "OK ... I need
a break ... I am tired ... and thirsty..." eliciting groans and protests from
everyone in the group except the hot young Mini, who just smiled at me
knowingly. Even Biju, who despite being all over the place with his
amateur efforts, tried to hold me back, grinning broadly as he tried his
best to follow Sarla bhabhi's steps.
Shaking my head with a laugh, I stepped out of line and began to walk
towards the main building. "Wait, bhaiyya ... I'm also coming..." I heard
Mini call out to me from behind, as she too quickly got out of line, and
trotted up to me on her toes. Smiling at her, I said "I'm no good at this..."

wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Oh, don't say that ... you're the best..."
she said simply, throwing me glance, as if trying to say how I could even
say that. As we walked towards the building, she surreptitiously slid her
fingers through mine, and said "How could you leave me alone with
them, bhaiyya..." her lips pouting in mock hurt.
Laughing, I squeezed her fingers and replied "Oh, sweetheart ... I didn't
want to ... I just thought you were enjoying it so much..." loving her for
saying that. "I enjoy being with you..." she said simply, again looking at
me with a smile, before adding "I came only because Amisha told me you
were going to be there, bhaiyya..." leaving me speechless with the
directness and simplicity of her talk.
By now, we had entered the building and reached the place where a water
dispenser with disposable plastic cups had been placed for the members.
As I filled a cup with water and handed it to Mini, she took it from me
and said sweetly "You are so nice, bhaiyya..." tilting her dusky face to one
side. She was beginning to embarrass me with her compliments, and so I
said "Sweetheart, now you're beginning to make me feel emabarrassed..."
smiling at her myself.
She just giggled in response, before proceeding to gulp down the water.
Our thirst quenched, we walked back to the lawn, where the raas was
now in full swing. Our group could not be spotted, and I presumed they'd
moved away elsewhere, as it always happened when people danced with
gay abandon. "Shall we go sit there... ?" I heard Mini say, as she once
again slipped her fingers through mine, and pointed to spot in one corner
of the lawn, a fair distance away from the center where all the people
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were grouped together.

Part - 71
"You sure you don't want to dance anymore... ?" I asked her, to which she
replied immediately "Yes, I am sure..." even as she began to lead me to
the place she'd indicated. There were a few people sitting around in the
grass, some couples, and some in larger groups, all at a discrete distance
from each other. Garba was the only opportunity many youngsters got to
hang around together till late in the night, and many of them were
making the most of it, preferring to sit close to each other, rather than
dance with the group.
As we found a spot some distance away from the others, I plopped down
on the soft grass, which was slightly damp with dew, and let out a loud
sigh. As Mini also sat down by my side, tucking her ghaagra under her
butt, and drawing up her knees to spread her ghaagra around evenly, she
said "I'm so glad you invited me to join you, bhaiyya..." smiling warmly at
me again. "Me too, sweetheart..." I said with a wink, as I sat back with my
legs outstretched in the front, and my palms resting on the grass behind
my back.
We sat there silently for a while, watching the proceedings, and simply
soaking in the atmosphere. Turning to look at me, Mini said "You know,
bhaiyya ... Amisha has a huge crush on Krutika's brother..." smiling
mischievously as she let me on to what she thought was a big secret.
"Yeah ... I can see that..." I replied with a laugh, despite feeling a wee bit
jealous.
"And whom do you have a crush on... ?" I asked her in the same vein,
laughing as I looked at her teasingly. Without any hesitation, she replied
simply "You..." looking at me with those large round eyes. I was taken
aback by the directness of her reply, and took a moment to recover.
"Oh..." was all that I was able to muster, as I continued to marvel at the
simplicity and directness of her.
The first time I'd met her at Amisha's birthday, I'd concluded that she
was a flirt, who loved to have the attention of boys. But today I was
beginning to see a new side to her. Not only did she have any qualms in
admitting her feelings, quite unlike most girls her age, but she also had
an incredibly straightforward way of going after what she wanted. As I
struggled to say something, she asked "Do you like me, bhaiyya... ?"
again looking at me intently with that enigmatic smile on her thin lips.
"Of course, I do, sweetheart..." I replied, quickly gathering my wits,
before adding "Don't you remember what I said to you at Amisha's party
that day... ?" looking at her intently in turn. Nodding her head quietly,
she replied "I never forgot it, bhaiyya ... you said that you thought I was
the sexiest girl in the entire group..." her voice even and without
hesitation. Once again, I marveled at how unabashed she was in saying
what she just did; though I had to admit that I'd forgotten I ever said that
to her.
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"I'm glad you remember..." I said simply, smiling at her with genuine
warmth. I half expected her to slide closer to me, and cling to me, but she
did nothing of that sort. She just smiled, and turned to look away,
watching the groups dance in the lawn. This dusky South Indian girl was
turning out to be something different from the other teenage girls I'd
met. Either the girls were very emotional, reacting predictably to my
smooth talk, or they had been openly flirtatious, their responses being
once again predictable.
But Mini was neither of the two. In some ways, she was a bit of both;
expressive of her feelings, and in the same breath, flirtatious in an
intriguing sort of way. Realizing she was not going to make the first
move, I glanced around quickly before sliding up closer to her. Sliding
my hand under the ghunghat that covered her back, I placed the palm of
my hand on bare back, and said "I like you, Mini ... I like you very
much..." my tone sure, and my expression without pretense.
"Thank you, bhaiyya..." she said softly, lowering her head to rest her
cheek on her knees, and smiling at me sideways, still continuing to hold
her arms wrapped around her knees. "I like you a lot too, bhaiyya..." she
added after a pause, batting her eyelashes at me. At that moment, the
sight of this dusky dark-skinned girl, looking gorgeous in that attire,
coupled with the manner in which she'd said the last few words, made
me want her badly.
As my fingers caressed her bare back, feeling the bones of her spine, I
saw her clutch her arms around her knees harder, and a tiny shudder go
through her body. Despite not expressing it openly, I knew that my touch
was doing something to her. She seemed to be waiting expectantly for me
to say thing, as she was looking at me unwaveringly, the half smile steady
on her slender dark lips.
"Want to go for a walk... ?" I asked her, looking her in the eye. "Yes ...
sure..." she replied immediately in a soft voice, before getting up quickly.
As I too got up, she slid her hand around my elbow, and clutched my
upper arm, brushing her body against me, unmindful of the people
sitting around. With her holding my arm thus, we walked out of the lawn
slowly, and headed towards the canopied pathway that led to the outer
gardens of the Club.
The club had a beautifully landscaped garden, complete with a pond and
a fountain the center. The garden was lined on all four sides with thick
shrubs that rose up to shoulder height, and therefore afforded some
degree of privacy to whoever chose to sit in the garden. There were
wooden benches laid out along the four sides of the garden, spaced out at
distances of roughly 20 feet.
Lighting in the garden was by way of well concealed dim lamp shades
that were placed artistically in between the shrubs; and a small cluster of
lights illuminating the fountain the center. As we entered the garden, I
saw that a few like minded couples had already occupied some of the
benches. While some couples just held hands, others were adventurous
enough to be kissing each other, the dim lights and the well spaced out
placement of the benches, affording them reasonable privacy.
While one could make out that people were sitting on the benches, unless
one walked up really close, it was impossible to make out who the
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persons were. In all, it was like a mini lover's nest, the landscaping, the
sound of water falling in the fountain, and the dim lighting lending a
distinctly romantic air to the place. In the dark, I grinned inwardly,
wondering what the hell I was doing here with a 17-year old teenager
whom I'd met barely a week back.
We found a bench, which was some distance away from the nearest
couple, and sat down. Draping my arm over the wooden backrest, I
leaned back and let out long sigh. We just sat there silently on the bench
in the dimly lit garden, watching the multi-colored lights illuminate the
fountain, and the cool night breeze blowing away the perspiration. There
were few people with whom I could enjoy silence, and this dusky, sensual
teenaged schoolgirl sitting next to me seemed like the perfect
companion.
While most teeanged girls grew uncomfortable with silence, she seemed
to sense my mood, and sat there quietely by my side, happy to just be in
my company. As we sat there, I saw her pull up her legs on to the bench,
and cover her feet with the elaborate flowing ghaagra, her anklets
making soft jingling sounds. She drew the ghunghat around her
shoulders, covering her arms, and blew out through her lips. "Feeling
cold... ?" I asked her, turning to look at her in the dark. I saw her smile in
the dark as she replied "Umm, yes ... a bit..."
She was seated on my right, and as I placed my arm which was draped
over the backrest of the bench on her slender shoulders, she quietly slid
closer to me, and rested her head against my shoulder. For some reason,
I was not feeling sexually aroused at all. Perhaps it was to do with the
serene atmosphere of the night, the music blaring from the loudspeakers
sounding distant; and perhaps also on account of Mini's open, yet clean
demeanour. We just sat there, with my arm resting on her shoulder, and
her head resting against mine.
In a while, I felt Mini raise her right hand and place it on my chest, her
left arm still tucked between her legs in her lap. Without lifting her gaze,
she asked me "Bhaiyya ... can I ask you something... ?" her voice very
soft. "Sure, Mini..." I replied, without thinking. She was silent for a
moment, before continuing "You like Amisha very much... ?" the
statement sounding like a question. I tensed, hearing this question, and
cursed myself for being caught in these kinds of situations. "Umm, yeah
... I've known them for a while now..." I answered evasively.
She was silent for some more time before asking "But do you love her,
bhaiyya... ?" stunning me with her directness yet again. I knew I was
walking on a minefield here, but managed to keep my voice steady
nonetheless. "Well ... that depends on what you mean as 'love'..." I began,
my mind working furiously to think of a suitable answer. "If you mean,
do I love her as a person ... then the answer is yes ... just as I love all my
close friends ... but if you mean, do I love her in a special sort of way ...
then the answer is no..." I finished, hoping I was making sense to this
young girl.
She seemed to mull over what I had said, her head still resting on my
shoulder. Since she was silent, I asked "Why do you ask, Mini... ?" trying
to sound cool about the whole thing. She seemed to be debating on
whether to tell me or not, before making up her mind. Pulling her head
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away from my shoulder, she straightened and looked directly at me.

"She has been telling Krutika that Jignesh bhaiyya is in love with her ...
head over heels in love with her..." Mini said in a slighty unsure voice,
looking intently at my face to guage my reaction " ... and Krutika told
me..." she finished. Though I was stumped, I managed to keep my
surprise under check. Smiling slowly, I shook my head in exasperation,
before chuckling softly. As I mulled over what Mini had just told me, I
realized that Amisha was no Jigna.
She was a smart cookie, who knows how to get her way with guys, and I
was no exception. And that also explained why the incredibly pretty
Krutika had been rather restrained with me, when we'd met earlier in the
day. "Well, if that's what she's been telling everyone ... I can't help it ...
can I... ?" I said with a forced laugh. Though I knew Amisha was no
angel, this had still taken me by surprise. But then, I had no one else to
blame, but me.
After all, on the night of her birthday party, when I'd take her for a ride
on my bike, she'd asked me kiss her, and even told me to tell Krutika, if
she asked me, that I had indeed kissed her. So the girl was probably just
trying to show off to her friends how dear I was to her. "Yes ... that's
true..." I heard Mini reply, as she too smiled slowly.
Turning to look at her I said "Look, Mini ... I really don't care what she's
been telling others ... if that makes her happy ... then so be it ... it doesn't
change anything for me..." trying my best to sound unconcerned about
the whole thing. She was silent for a minute, chewing on what I'd just
said, before nodding her head in assent.

Part - 72
After a while, she asked "Bhaiyya ... that day ... when you told me that
you thought I was very sexy ... why did you say that... ?" throwing me off
guard once again with her line of questioning. I looked at her sharply,
and saw that there was a simple uncomplicated look on her face. She was
asking me a straight question, and probably expected a straight answer. I
took a moment to gather my thoughts, before turning in my seat to face
her.
"Look, Mini ... that day there were a lot of people at the party ... and your
friend, Krutika ... was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in your group..." I
began, deciding to talk straight with her. As she nodded her head,
listening to me intently, I continued "But in your entire group ... you
stood out ... for many reasons ... and I couldn't help but notice you..."
keeping my voice steady.
As she continued to nod, I said "First of all ... I loved the way you carried
yourself ... you seemed more like a grown-up than a teenager ... you
exhuded a kind of sensuality that appealed to me ... your smile and your
body language were flirtatious, but not overtly so ... it was sensual,
without being cheap..." pausing for effect. She kept nodding her head in
silence, lapping up every word that I uttered with the utmost
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concentration.
Realizing she was waiting for me to continue, I said "And then, let's face
it ... I think you look incredibly sexy too ... you may not be the prettiest
girl in the world ... but there's something undeniably sexy about you..."
continuing to search her face for any signs of discomfiture. I had chosen
to speak in the most ornate language possible, hopping to muddle her in
the words, and I wondered if she'd caught everything I'd said.
"I noticed your clothes ... your skirt ... which was just the right length ...
neither too long ... nor too short ... and I noticed the way you walked ...
the way your hips moved..." I continued, pausing to clear my throat,
wondering if I was doing the right thing by speaking my mind. She kept
nodding, listening to me intently, neither smiling, nor showing any
displeasure, patiently waiting for me to continue. "And to be frank, Mini
... I think you have an incredibly sexy body ... and so I just couldn't stop
looking at you..." I finished, letting out an audible sigh in the end.
Sitting back, I smiled wanly at her, and said "So that's what it is, Mini ...
I'm not sure how you have taken this ... or what you think about it ... but
that's the truth ... whether you like it or not..." continuing to look into her
eyes. I had expected two reactions. Either, she would slap me and storm
off from there; or she would fling her arms around me, displaying a rush
of passion, and fall all over me telling how flattered she was at my
observations.
But to my pleasant surprise, she did neither of the two. Instead,
displaying maturity that belied her tender age, she just smiled, nodded
her head, and looking me straight in the eye, said "Thank you, bhaiyya..."
her voice very soft. Then, without batting an eyelid, she asked me simply
"Bhaiyya ... can I hug you... ?", her voice so soft, that it touched me.
Taking a deep breath, I smiled at her warmly, and pulled her towards me,
wrapping my arm around her shoulder once again from the back.
She leaned towards me and slid her arms around my torso, sliding her
left arm behind my back, and her right one under my armpit, clutching
my shoulder blades. This caused her slender, firm, dark skinned body, in
that lovely dark-blue elaborately embroidered ghaagra-choli, to press
against my torso. I also felt the incredible firmness of her rock-hard
breasts under the choli, press against my chest, causing my cock to
stiffen instantly.
Her ghunghat, pinned to the artificial bun of her hair, had slid to one
side; exposing her bare back, save for the two strings that held the choli
together. Placing the palm of my hand on her exposed back, I gently
caressed her slender shoulder blades, wondering to myself how many
girls I'd get involved with. She held on to me, her face pressed to my
chest, my heartbeats reverberating in her ears, as if never wanting to let
go of me. I kept waiting for her to say something to me, about me, but
she never did; remaining silent all the while that she held on to me.
Part of me wanted to slide my fingers inside her choli, and fondle those
incredibly hard breasts that were pressing against my chest. But I held
back, not wanting to destroy the purity of the moment. After a while, I
slid my left hand up to her face, and pulling her face up by the chin, said
to her softly "Mini ... I think we should be going back ... or they will start
wondering where we've vanished..." smiling at her, and suddenly placing
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a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiled a genuinely warm smile, before
nodding her head silently, and pulling away.
Holding hands, we walked back to the main lawn, where the 'raas' had
gotten over, and the 'daandiya' was about to start. We quickly spotted
Sarla bhabhi in the crowd, who easily stood out in the predominantly
young crowd, the older folks having run out of steam and retired. Her
face was flushed red with the excitement and exertion, and her creamy
white pretty face was dotted with sweat.
Despite being out of breath, she was still a bundle of energy, intently
teaching the doting Biju, the steps of 'daandiya' played with those two
wooden sticks. As we approached them, Sarla bhabhi exclaimed aloud
"There you are ... I was beginning to think the two of you had eloped..."
letting out a hearty laugh at her own little joke. As I grinned, she said to
Mini "You know, your brother is a quick learner ... he's even managed to
tire me out..." letting out a loud exaggerated breath to display her fatigue.
As we all laughed, and Biju beamed, Sarla bhabhi placed her left hand on
his strong muscular shoulders, and leaning against him, said "This young
man is making me feel old..." laughing and winking, even as she let her
lush, soft breasts press against his elbows. I found myself smiling at how
Sarla bhabhi could see easily cock-tease and arouse young lads like us.
Biju, had obviously noticed that, and by the grin on his face, I could make
out that this was not the first time she'd let him enjoy the feel of her lush
34-C breasts.
I wondered how big his cock had grown inside his pants, being subject to
this constant cock-teasing by the sexy Sarla bhabhi. Biju was speaking
excitedly to his sister in their native tongue, ostensibly telling about how
much fun he'd had, when Sarla bhabhi butted in and exclaimed to Mini
"Hey, what's he telling you ... is he complaining about me... ?" laughing,
her eyes twinkling merrily.
Even before Mini could answer, Biju interjected saying "Oh no, aunty ... I
was just telling her what an excellent dancer you are..." grinning from ear
to ear, displaying his pearly white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark,
sweaty complexion. "You are wonderful, aunty ... just wonderful..." he
gushed, unable to control his excitement of being in the company of such
a sexy middle-aged Gujarati lady. "Lucky bastard..." I thought to myself,
to have enjoyed the company of such a woman, in the one week that he'd
come here on a holiday.
"Where's Amisha... ?" I asked casually, looking around for her. I heard
Sarla bhabhi snicker, as she pointed to a group and said "There..." a wry
grin on her face. As I looked in the direction that Sarla bhabhi had
pointed, I saw Amisha. She was throroughly enjoying herself in the
company of Krutika, her brother, and his friend. Her ghunghat had
slipped off the bun of her hair, and now hung on her shoulder, giving all
who were watching an ample view of her bare back, as she twirled and
danced to the tune of the 'daandiya' music.
Even to the casual observer, it was very obvious that she was all over
Krutika's good-looking brother, who too was enjoying touching her
exposed back on some pretext or the other, as they danced. The pretty
Krutika was dancing with her brother's friend, and I saw her glance at
me. However, when I caught her eye, she quickly looked away,
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continuing to dance with a grace that just made me crave for her.
Shaking my head, I looked at Sarla bhabhi and said with a laugh "Chalo,
at least she's having a good time..." trying hard to keep the resentment
from my voice. Realizing I was disappointed with Amisha, Sarla bhabhi
said "So, why don't we have a good time too ... come on ... let's dance..."
herding all of us in a group. Thanks to Sarla bhabhi's exhuberence, I soon
forgot about Amisha and Krutika, and began to enjoy myself with the
daandiya.
We had fun for the rest of the night, and worked up a good sweat, as
more and more people let their hair and inhibitions down. With just
about an hour left for the scheduled program to end, Amisha came up to
us and called Sarla bhabhi to one side. We couldn't hear what was being
spoken between them, but there was much coaxing and cajoling from
Amisha's side, with Sarla bhabhi being non-committal initially, before
shaking her head and agreeing to something finally.
As Amisha beamed excitedly and turned to go, she threw me a big smile,
and mouthed something silently, gesticulating with her hands. Without
understanding what she'd tried to convey, I just nodded and smiled
politely at her. We saw her walk back to her group, and soon they wound
up and began to leave. As they passed by us, waving their goodbyes to us,
Krutika stepped aside for a moment and walked up to me.
Coming up to me, she smiled politely and said "We're leaving, bhaiyyaa
... my brother is taking us to another place ... it was nice to meet you
today..." extending her hand to me. As I shook hands with her, I too
smiled politely, and replied "Same here, Krutika ... it was nice meeting
you too..." making her look at me intently for a minute, as if trying to
read something, before turning and leaving.
After they left, Sarla bhabhi said "She wanted to go with them ... and
spend the night at Krutika's place ... so she wanted my permission ... and
also not let her mother know that she'd gone with them..." by way of
explanation.
The interruption caused by their departure had broken our rhythm also,
and we too decided to wind up. Moreover, all of us, with the exception of
Biju, were tired too, and Sarla bhabhi was complaining that her feet were
hurting too. "Have pity on me ... I'm an old lady..." she said, making a
face, smiling naughtily. "Yeah ... yeah..." I laughed, chiding her. We had
sat down on the cool damp grass, and Sarla bhabhi took of her sandals,
and was massaging her beautifully pedicured milky white feet.

Part - 73
"Come on ... let's get something cold to drink on the way back..." I
announced cheerfully, wanting to get out of that place quickly for some
reason. Though I didn't want to admit it, Amisha's leaving us, coupled
with Krutika's rather cool demeanour, had put me off. "OK ... help me
up..." Sarla bhabhi spoke with her trademark girlish coquettishness,
extending her hands to Biju. Ever ready to oblige, Biju took hold of both
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her hands, and pulled her up easily.
We walked towards the pathway that led outside, with Sarla bhabhi
holding her sandals in her hand, allowing the dew moistened grass to
soothe her aching feet. As we approached the edge of the lawn, Sarla
bhabhi exclaimed "Oh, I don't feel like putting on my sandals ... I wish
someone could carry me to the car..." chuckling to herself at her little
joke. "Ohh, surely aunty ... I will..." Biju exclaimed, smiling broadly.
We all laughed at that, and turned to look at him, only to see that he was
not smiling, and was dead serious about what he'd just said. "Oh, so cute
this boy is..." Sarla bhabhi crooned, playfully pinching his cheek, making
him blush. "Don't try to be so chivalrous, beta ... I am too heavy for
you..." she said, playfully patting her lush wide hips, and throwing back
her head to laugh in her trademark teasing fashion.
"No, I'm not joking ... I can..." Biju exclaimed, still serious, and not
realizing that we were all looking at him incredulously. Before any of us
could say anything, Biju effortlessly scooped the luscious 36-year old
Sarla bhabhi in his hands, causing her to let out a little shriek of surprise.
"Oh, my ... I can't believe this..." she squealed, even as Biju lifted her off
her feet, his left arm slipping under her armpit, and his right hand under
her knees.
Sarla bhabhi squealed with delight at this totally naïve South Indian
teenager's simplicity, even as she clung to him with her hands clasped
around his neck. "Don't drop me, OK ... or you'll have to carry me all the
way to the hospital..." Sarla bhabhi managed to say between squeals of

surprise, even as Biju proceeded to walk with her in his hands, leaving
me looking at Mini and shaking my head incredulously.
Mini too, couldn't help but smile, as we followed them towards our car.
Many people looked at curiously as we passed by, but Biju seemed totally
impervious to their looks, and walked determinedly to the car, easily
carrying Sarla bhabhi in his hands.
"OK ... now let me down ... let me down..." Sarla bhabhi shrieked, as we
reached the car, still not able to stop giggling and laughing in his arms.
"No, aunty ... your beautiful feet will get dirty..." Biju replied, speaking in
dead earnest, before looking at me and requesting me to unlock the
doors of the car. As I did so, and opened the rear door, he proceeded to
actually place Sarla bhabhi carefully in the seat, even managing to bump
his head on the door sill in the process.
"Oooh ... are you OK, beta..." Sarla bhabhi exclaimed, as we all winced
hearing the sound of his head bumping against the frame of the door.
"I'm fine ... no problems..." Biju said, grinning broadly like a school kid
who'd just finished first in an assignment given by his teacher, even as he
rubbed his forehead. Sarla bhabhi was just looking at him, a totally
surprised yet fond look in her eyes, at the endearing nature of this young
teenaged lad from Kerala.
We got into the car, with Mini joining me in the front, and Biju getting
into the back seat by the side of Sarla bhabhi. As I drove towards a joint
which I knew stayed open late, Sarla bhabhi said from the rear seat "Why
don't you two stay back at my house tonight ... it's too late to go home
now..." addressing Mini and Biju. As Mini and Biju exchanged glances,
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unsure about what to do, I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw that
Sarla bhabhi had placed her hand on Biju's knee.
Though I was beginning to like this somewhat unsophisticated cousin of
Mini, I still couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the obvious liking
that Sarla bhabhi had taken to Biju. I found myself smiling at the
ridiculousness of it. Here I was, fucking around with all the women and
girls that I had befriended, and yet expecting a tease like Sarla bhabhi to
remain dedicated to me!
Seeing that Mini and Biju were unsure about her proposition, Sarla
bhabhi said "Oh, don't worry about your parents ... I will speak to
them..." reaching out to touch Mini on the shoulder. As Mini glanced at
me, as if wondering what I thought about it, I said "Yes, why don't we do
that ... there's a PCO near the ice-cream parlor, and Sarla aunty can call
up your mother from there..." smiling at Mini. "Yes, exactly..." Sarla
bhabhi encouraged from the rear, even as I saw her giving Biju's thigh a
squeeze in the rear view mirror.
Biju said something to his cousin sister in their native tongue, speaking
animatedly, and I saw Mini nodding her head, before eventually saying
"OK, aunty ... if you speak with my mother, and she agrees, then we
will..." before Sarla bhabhi cut her off. "Oh, don't worry ... she will..."
smiling warmly, and patting Mini's shoulder. Leaning forward, she poked
me in the ribs with her fingers, and said "OK, driver sahib ... please take
us to the phone booth..." laughing gaily as she saw me jump in the seat.
Amidst much laughter and general bonhomie, we reached the ice-cream
parlor. As I switched off the ignition, Biju asked "Shall I carry you again,
aunty..." grinning broadly, and once again amusing me with not just the
way he pronounced 'aunty' as 'aandy", but also his simple,
unsophisticated charm. Throwing back her pretty head, Sarla bhabhi
laughed and exclaimed "Oh, no, no ... once is enough..." even as she
playfully slapped him on his arm.
As I got out of the car, and was locking the door, I saw Sarla bhabhi
holding Biju's arm, having hooked her arm around his elbow,
undoubtedly giving him a feel of her lovely, lush, unsupported breasts
under that beautiful black choli. Seeing the manner in which she had
taken to him, I smiled to myself. You couldn't take away the fact that the
sexy, teasing Sarla bhabhi, had this ability to cheer up everybody around,
by her sheer exhuberence and vivaciousness.
Mini was waiting for me, and when I caught her glance, I said "Your
cousin is a nice guy..." smiling at her warmly, and meaning what I said.
"Oh ... yes ... thanks..." she managed to say, smiling herself, as we
followed them towards the PCO. As expected, Sarla bhabhi made quick
work of convincing Mini's mother over the phone, and soon returned to
where I and Mini were waiting at the ice-cream parlor.
"Aunty is amazing..." Biju beamed at his sister, grinning from ear to ear,
undoubtedly pleased that he was going to be able to spend more time
with her. "See ... you have one more fan now, aunty..." I said to Sarla
bhabhi with a laugh, teasing her. "Oh, it's so hot now a days ... so I need
all the fans that I can get..." she said, feigning an expression of feeling
hot, even as she waved her pretty manicured milky white hands in front
of her face, like a fan; making all of us burst out with laughter.
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The ice-cream parlor also had a counter, where 'paav-bhaaji' was sizzling
on a hot 'tavaa", and the fragrance of it made my mouth water. That was
when I suddenly realized that none of us had had dinner, and as I turned
to look at the others, I realized that everyone was thinking of the same
thing that I was. "Paav-bhaaji..." the three of us exclaimed in unison, as
we burst out laughing once again, and headed towards the counter.
As we ordered that tasty dish, which is so popular in the Western parts of
India, Sarla bhabhi explained to Biju, who'd obviously never tasted it,
what it was all about. Soon, the steaming hot 'paav-bhaaji' arrived, and
we all tucked into it hungrily. As we ate, chatting and laughing, I realized
it had been a while since I'd had such a good time. I had to admit that the
sexy, seductive, cock-teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi had a way of
cheering up a group, in a manner few people could.
She kept teasing Biju on something or the other, throwing back her head
to laugh heartily, in that lilting, girlish voice of hers, much to the pleasure
of Biju, who was enjoying every moment of her company. After finishing
our rather late dinner, and topping it up with tall glasses of 'faalooda'
mixed with ice-cream, we headed back towards our car. A classic Gujarati
style Navaratri night spent, we drove back home, chatting and laughing
all the while.
Reaching Sarla bhabhi's house, she quickly took over the role of a host,
making arrangements for all of us. "I think some of my son's night
clothes will fit you..." she said to Biju, before bustling into the bedroom,
which belonged to her son. As she walked, I saw Biju looking longingly at
the milky white skin of her partly exposed bare back, save for the three
strings that held her choli in place.
Sarla bhabhi had the kind of body which was just the right blend of
fleshiness and curviness, without being overtly heavy, that teenagers like
us salivated for; and the helplessly enamored Biju was no exception.
Soon we heard Sarla bhabhi call out from inside the bedroom "Biju ... can
you come here for a minute, beta... ?" ostensibly to get him to pick some
clothes for the night from her son's wardrobe.
As Biju got up and went into the bedroom, I got up and went up to Mini,
who was sitting in one of the single-seater sofas, unclasping the anklets
she wore around her ankles. She'd somewhat blended into the
background from the time that we'd left from the Club, and I suddenly
wanted to be with her. As she saw me approach, she looked up and
smiled. Perching myself on the armrest of the sofa, I said to her softly
"I'm glad you decided to stay back, Mini..." smiling at her warmly.
Continuing to struggle with the clasps of her anklet, bent forward, she
looked sideways at me, and said "Me too, bhaiyya..." her voice soft, as she
smiled.
Realizing that she was struggling with those heavy anklets of hers, I
quickly slid off the armrest of the sofa, and knelt in front of her. "Ohh, no
please ... it's OK, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her exclaim in surprise, as I took
one of her feet in my hand, and placed it on my knee. "Allow me..." I said
gallantly, smiling at her warmly, even as she blushed, both embarrassed
and pleased at my gesture.
Since he had to bend her leg at the knee to rest her feet on my knee, her
flowing ghaagra had ridden up, exposing her dark-skinned, shapely
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calves. As I located the hook & clasp that held her anklets in place, and
opened the mouth of the hook to unhook it, I looked up at her and said
"You have nice legs, Mini..." my fingers gently massaging the soles of her
feet. Embarrassed, and yet pleased, at me handling her feet, she blushed,
and instinctively reaching out to place her hand on mine, said softly
"Bhaiyya ... you're very kind..." a shy smile on her face.

Part - 74
Letting go of her left leg, I got her to place her right foot on my knee, and
repeated the same, even as she watched me silently, with a shy smile on
her face. The first time I'd seen her at Amisha's party, she'd come across
as a tease, confident in her abilities to seduce guys with her flirtatious
mannerisms, and sexy body. However, now I was beginning to see her in
a new light. Underneath that dusky, seductive exterior, lay an
uncomplicated, straightforward girl; and I liked her even more for being
that.
As I took off both her anklets, and handed it to her, she thanked me
wordlessly, continuing to gaze at me with those large, round, typically
South Indian eyes of hers. Hearing noises from the bedroom, I got on my
feet and stood up. "Mini, come here please..." I heard Sarla bhabhi call,
as Mini got up from the sofa and went inside. As I walked into her
kitchen, to help myself to a glass of water, I saw Sarla bhabhi showing
Mini a couple of cotton night-gowns, asking her to choose one.
As I stood in the kitchen, sipping on some cold water from a bottle in the
fridge, I heard the doors of both bedrooms shut, and realized that both
Biju and Mini had closed the doors to change into the night clothes that
Sarla bhabhi had given them. Sarla bhabhi came into the kitchen, and
upon seeing me, smiled. I had not switched on the light in the kitchen,
and I saw that she had taken off that long flowing ghunghat that served
as a pallu, and now was clad only in the ghaagra-choli.
As my eyes took in the curvy, albeit somewhat fleshy body of hers, those
lush, full, 34-C breasts resting gently under the choli, looking shapely
thanks to those bra-pads, she walked up to me and wrapped her arms
around my waist. Gently pushing me back against the kitchen platform,
she pressed herself to me, her belly pressing against my crotch, and her
lush, breasts pressing against my chest. Looking at me, she said "Thank
you, beta ... I had a lovely time today..." genuine warmth on her face.
"Me too, aunty ... and all thanks to you..." I replied warmly, sliding my
hands behind her waist, and caressing the fleshy, smooth skin of her bare
back. Hearing the sounds of one of the bedroom doors opening, we
quickly disengaged. It was Biju who'd come out, having changed into one
of Sarla bhabhi's son's collared t-shirts, and a pair of thick, knit track-
pants. The clothes were distinctly undersized for the strapping Biju, and I
could see how his broad shoulders bulged through the t-shirt, the short
sleeves of the t-shirt stretched tight around his muscular biceps.
He had that naturally chiseled body, that no amount of pumping weights
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in a gym could replicate, and I saw Sarla bhabhi also looking at him
admiringly. Grinning at him, I said "You have a great physique, Biju..." to
which he just smiled, embarrassed at being given that compliment in
front of a woman. "No wonder, he picked me up so easily..." Sarla bhabhi
said with a little chuckle, eyeing his muscular arms, as she walked past
him, gently patting him on his shoulder. Pleased with her comment, Biju
beamed.
His dark, oily skin was glistening with sweat, and asked me where the
bathroom was, since he wanted to have a quick shower. Having showed
him the bathroom, I came back to the living room. Both the bedroom
doors were again closed, Mini in one, and Sarla bhabhi the other one. I
too was sweating, and taking off my silk kurta, I flopped down on the
comfortable sofa, clad only in my jeans and the sleeveless vest I wore
underneath.
Mini came out of the bedroom shortly; having changed into the night-
clothes Sarla bhabhi had given her. She had changed into one of Sarla
bhabhi's old white cotton night gowns, commonly referred to as a maxi,
which had pink floral patterns printed on it, with a wide round neck, and
buttons in front. I was sure that this maxi was one that Sarla bhabhi
would have stopped wearing quite some time back, having outgrown it.
But it still was too big for Mini's slender frame.
She looked like a child wearing grown-up's clothes in that oversized
maxi, the shoulders falling way below hers, and the neck too deep and
wide, As she walked into the room, clutching the neck of the maxi, which
was too deep and low for her structure, the breeze from the fan made her
gown billow out like a balloon. As she clutched at the gown frantically,
one hand on her neck, and the other around her knees, trying to keep it
from billowing up further, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... please don't laugh..." she cried, embarrassed to the
core. Chuckling, I said "You better come and sit here ... before the fan
blows you away..." I said chuckling, patting the sofa on my side. She
blushed, and ambled forward, clutching the gown, and came and sat
down by my side. As she sat down, she reached behind her back and
pulled the gown back at her neck, trying not to let it fall too low in front.
As she did that, I saw that the white straps of her bra at the shoulders
were impossible to hide, owing to the wide, round neck of the gown.
Despite her trying to pull the gown back from behind, the neck of the
gown still came up just above her pert, young breasts; the tennis ball like
roundness of them straining against the gown, as she pulled the gown
back. I watched her with an amused smile, turned on at the same time.
Seeing me continuing to smile, she looked at me with a hurt expression
on her face, and said "Oh, please bhaiyyaa ... I know I look like a joker in
this..." her tone and her expression, making me burst our laughing. Her
dark angular face became a shade darker, and her slender lips pouted,
when she saw me laugh. Reaching out for her, I placed my arm across her
shoulders, and said to her "Oh, Mini ... yes, you look like a joker ... but
you also look really cute in this..." struggling to control my laughter, even
as I squeezed her shoulder.
Realizing that she was just a 17-year old, who would only get hurt if I
teased her more, I quit laughing. With my left arm still draped across her
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slender shoulder, my fingers touching her bare neck, I reached out and
placed the palm of my right hand on her slender thighs. Caressing the
muscular flesh of her thighs, I said softly "Oh, Mini ... do you know how
sexy you look to me ... even in this..." referring to her oversized maxi, and
realizing that she did not have anything like a petticoat under the gown,
as I felt the firmness of her thighs.
She looked up at me quickly, as if to check if I was still mocking her, and
upon seeing the soft expression on my face, relaxed a bit. "I mean it,
Mini..." I said softly, trying to dispel her doubts. And to be honest, I
meant it; for somehow, the sight of her slight frame in that oversized
maxi, had turned me on, and I had felt my cock stiffening inside my
jeans. She managed an embarrassed smile, relieved that I was not
mocking her any longer, and mumbled "You've been very sweet to me,
bhaiyyaa..." looking away shyly.
As she relaxed, I pulled my hand away from her lap, and sat back in the
sofa, not wanting her brother to come in and see me touching his sister.
However, I left my arm draped across the backrest of the sofa, touching
her shoulders, even as she pulled her legs up on to the sofa, under the
maxi, and sat back in the sofa, folding her legs. We sat there silently, my
fingers gently caressing her shoulder, and I could see that she was
extremely conscious of herself in my presence. After a while, she said
"Bhaiyyaa ... your mood got spoilt because of Amisha, no... ?" the tone
more of a statement than a question.
"Of course, not ... why do you say so... ?" I shot back instinctively,
annoyed that she'd seen through me so easily. Alarmed that she'd only
annoyed me by asking that, she quickly corrected herself, and said "No,
no ... I thought ... oh, nothing ... forget it, bhaiyyaa..." desperately trying
to change the topic. Once again, there was an awkward silence, both of us
thinking about something, before I took a deep breath, and said "OK, you
are right ... yes, I was a bit disappointed with her ... but now I'm fine ... I
guess I pamper her so much ... so I expect some things from her..." my
tone soft, yet honest.
She looked at me, and pursed her lips, her eyes understanding. "And I'm
sorry, I snapped..." I said to her by way of an apology, pursing my lips.
"Oh, no ... please ... you don't have to say that..." she said immediately,
reaching out to touch my knee, embarrassed at me having to apologize to
her. Giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, I said "In fact, to tell you the
truth ... I'm glad she didn't come back with us ... because that way ...
atleast I got to spend some time alone with you..." my voice soft, as I
looked at her fondly.
As she continued to gaze into her lap, fidgeting with her fingers, I added
"Mini ... the more I have known you ... the more I am starting to like you
... and I feel good being with you..." trying my best to convince her about
how I felt about her, and meaning every word of what I said. Lifting her
gaze, she looked into my eyes, and said ever so softly "Thank you for
saying that, bhaiyyaa ... that ... that means so much to me..." surprising
me with the clarity and honesty that she said these words with.
We heard the sounds of the bathroom door opening, and she quickly
pulled her hand away from my knee. Biju came out of the bathroom,
looking visibly refreshed, toweling his wet, curly, black hair. Getting up
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from the sofa, I said to no one in particular "Guess, I'll go take a shower
too..." beginning to walk towards the bathroom.
As I crossed him, Biju exclaimed "What, bhaiyyaa ... you were making
fun of me or what ... you have such a good body too..." looking at my
shoulders, chest, and arms, which I'd been painstakingly trying to
develop with my amateurish weight training in the terrace. Anyone
who'd seen the two of us would have clearly seen that Biju was far more
muscular and obviously stronger than I was; but I liked him for being
kind enough to compliment me nonetheless.
"Shut up, junior..." I said with a laugh, playfully punching him on his
rock-hard abdomen, before getting into the bathroom and closing the
door behind me. As I stripped naked, and let the cool water from the
shower drench me, I clutched my semi hard cock, and fisted it a few
times, wondering what lay in store for my insatiable cock in the night
ahead. Finishing my shower, I toweled myself dry, and pulling on my
vest, and wrapping the towel around my waist, stepped out of the
shower.
The three of them were sitting in the living room, chatting casually, and
my eyes immediately went to Sarla bhabhi. She'd changed into thick,
velvey soft, wine-red night robe of sorts that was tied together in the
front at her waist by a thick, flat sash. I'd never seen her wear this, and
realized that she'd probably dug it out from her collection, for the benefit
of the strapping young Biju, who was so obviously bedazzled by her
sexuality.

Part - 75
As I came into the living room, my jeans slung over my shoulder, Sarla
bhabhi stood up and said "Come on in ... let me give you something to
change into..." smiling at me, as she glanced appreciatively at my chest
under the waist, before taking hold of my hand, and leading me to her
son's bedroom. As she bent forward, rummaging through her son's
clothes in the cupboard, the robe fell forward at the front, I was stunned
to see the upper portion of her milky white succulent breasts!
My cock gave an involuntary lurch under the towel, when I realized that
the sexy Sarla bhabhi had not worn anything under that thick, rich robe;
not even a bra! As she straightened, and handed me a pair of pajamas
and a t-shirt, she caught my glance. Throwing a quick glance at the open
door, she smiled seductively, and said "Like what you see, beta... ?" her
tone suggestive, even as she dropped her voice. I shook my head
incredulously, feeling my cock continuing to harden under the towel,
before I found my voice and said "You look ... simply hot, aunty..." my
voice a croak.
That pleased her, and she beamed with pleasure, the color automatically
rushing to her milky white pinkish cheekbones. "That poor Biju is going
to have a tough time sleeping tonight..." I found myself saying with a
naughty grin, even as I gazed longingly at the deep cleavage at the V-
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shaped neck of her robe. "Badmaash ... shut up..." she chided me,
slapping me playfully on my arm, even as the color rushed to her cheeks,
at my having stated what was by now so obvious.
Visibly embarrassed by my comment, she thrust the night-clothes into
my hands, before bustling out of the room, her hips swaying seductively
in her trademark sexy style. I grinned to myself, realizing my comment
had been bang on target, as I quickly changed into the pajamas and the t-
shirt. As I came out into the living room after changing, I heard Sarla
bhabhi discussing the sleeping arrangements for us.
"You can sleep with me in my room, Mini..." she was saying to Mini, who
simply nodded her head. "As for Biju and Jignesh ... one of them can
sleep in the other bedroom ... and one can sleep here in the main room ...
I will make a spare bed here on the floor..." she finished, looking
alternately at me and Biju. As Biju looked on dumbly, trying hard not to
stare at Sarla bhabhi's cleavage, I took the initiative, and said "I'll sleep
here, aunty ... that way I'll can watch some TV too..." referring to the
living room " ... and Biju can sleep comfortably on the bed inside..."
As Sarla bhabhi glanced at Biju to check if that was OK with him, he just
nodded his head in that distinctly Keralite fashion, which always
confused me, since both yes & no seemed to be the same, I asked "Are
you OK with that, Biju... ?" Nodding his head, he said "Yes ... yes ...
anything is fine with me..." seemingly fine with the arrangements.
"Good..." Sarla bhabhi said, snapping her hands together " ... then let me
get the bedding for you, beta..." before turning around and bustling into
the room the fetch the spare mattress and pillows for me.
She returned, lugging a rolled up mattress and quickly got down on her
knees to lay it out for me. As she bent forward, once again the neck of her
robe fell forward, and I saw Biju gaping at her cleavage, his thick-lipped
mouth hanging open. "Oh, boy..." I groaned inwardly, seeing how this
hapless uninitiated lad from Kerala was totally enthralled by the sexy
Sarla bhabhi's inherent sexuality.
As Mini too got down on her knees to help Sarla bhabhi spread out the
mattress and the sheet for me, my eyes were drawn to the wide open
neck of her oversized maxi, the front having fallen forward, giving me an
unhindered view of her tight, young breasts encased tightly in that
simple white bra. I found myself smiling inwardly, realizing the irony of
the situation.
Here was the mesmerized Biju, gaping at Sarla bhabhi's luscious milky
white cleavage, while I was peeking down the neck of his teenaged cousin
sister's gown, checking out her dark, slim, firm body, and those almost
perfectly rounded tennis-ball shaped tits inside her bra. Patting the
pillow into place, Sarla bhabhi straightened, and immediately caught
Biju gazing at her cleavage. A hint of a knowing smile flickered on her
lush, red lips; but to her credit, she did not even bat an eyelid.
Looking at me, she said "Alright, kids ... get to bed now ... I don't want
your mothers complaining to me that you didn't get proper sleep here..."
she said in a mock motherly tone, making all of us smile. "Come on ...
come on..." she said, gesticulating at Biju with her hands, albeit with a
smile. Biju got up, smiling like an idiot, and mumbling "OK, aunty..."
walked slowly reluctantly towards the bedroom.
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That's when I noticed how large his feet were, and a sudden thought
made me chuckle. I had heard somewhere that guys with large feet
usually had big cocks too; and I wondered if that were the case with this
strapping young lad from Kerala too! As Biju disappeared into the
bedroom, after wishing us good night, Mini said "Umm, aunty ... is it OK
if I sit here for some time ... and watch TV with Jignesh bhaiyaa..." in a
small child-like voice, even as I switched on the TV.
Sarla bhabhi looked at her the briefest of an instance, before allowing a
slow smile to come on her face. Hearing the tone in which Mini had
sought her permission, she nodded her head, and said with a smile "Sure,
beti ... but don't stay up too late..." before turning around to go to her
room. As she turned to enter her room, she threw a last knowing smile at
me, and said "Good night, children..." before disappearing into her room.
As soon as Sarla bhabhi had gone inside, Mini and I glanced at each
other, and smiled; at having been left to ourselves finally, and in some
anticipation of being in the company of each other. I went over to the
switchboard in the living room, and killed the lights. Including the one in
the passage, plunging the house into darkness; save for the light thrown
by the TV screen, and that filtering into the room through the translucent
glass of the window, and the grilled ventilator above.
As I lay down on the soft mattress laid out for me on the floor, adjacent
to the sofa on which Mini sat, I let out a prolonged sigh of fatigue. "Tired,
bhaiyyaa... ?" I heard Mini ask me, illuminated as she was by the
flickering light of the TV screen. "Umm ... yeah..." I mumbled, stretching
my aching limbs, even as I watched her pull her legs up on to the couch
and lie down sideways facing me, propping her head against the thick
padded armrest of the 3-seater couch. Picking up the TV remote, I began
to idly surf through the channels.
"Is there anything in particular you want to watch... ?" I asked Mini,
glancing up at her. "Anything you like, bhaiyyaa..." she answered in a soft
voice, before adding "I just wanted to be here for some time ... with
you..." the last two words spoken in a barely audible whisper. My eyes
had grown accustomed to the relative darkness in the room now, and I
could see the outline of her body clearly in the light from the TV, as she
lay on her side on the faux-leather couch, her entired body cloaked in
that oversized white maxi, with pink floral prints.
The mattress was laid out on the floor right alongside the 3-seater couch,
and just by lifting my arm; I could reach out to touch her. She was lying
on her side, her legs curled up under her loose gown, and both her hands
tucked under her chin. Just as I was contemplating reaching out to touch
Mini's hands, I heard Sarla bhabhi's footsteps again. Tilting my head
upwards, I heard her say "Here is a sheet for you, beta ... just in case you
feel cold in the night..." handing me a sheet to cover myself.
As I sat up in my mattress to take it from her hand and thanked her, she
handed one to Mini also, saying "You may also need one, dear ... just in
case you happen to sleep off on the sofa ... I know you kids have a habit of
watching TV and going to sleep..." smiling at her. As Mini also thanked
her, she said "I better give one to your brother too..." referring to a third
sheet that she held in her hand. With that, Sarla bhabhi left, her silver
anklets making soft jingling sounds as she walked back.
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I watched her open the door of the bedroom where Biju had gone to sleep
and enter it, before turning my attention back to the TV. As Sarla bhabhi
disappeared into the other bedroom, Mini said "Aunty is very sweet,
na..." her voice soft. When I smiled and nodded my assent, she added
"And she is very fond of you, isn't it, bhaiyya..." smiling at me. "Well, she
seems to have grown quite fond of your cousin too..." I added with a
chuckle, grinning at Mini.
In response, she only let out a soft giggle, before smiling in agreement.
"Just as I am fond of you..." I said softly, continuing to smile, even as I
reached out with my hand to take her hand in mine. Mini was lying on
her left side on the couch, facing me, and as she saw me reach out with
my hand, she immediately pulled her right hand from under her chin to
hold mine. As her fingers clasped around mine, she asked "Why are you
so fond of me, bhaiyya... ?" her voice soft.
I glanced at her quickly to check if she was asking me that with the intent
of teasing me, or if she was earnest. Seeing the look in her eyes, I
concluded that it was the latter. "Do I necessarily need to have a reason
to like you, Mini... ?" I replied softly "Can't I not like you for who you
are... ?" I felt her fingers tighten around mine when I asked that, before
she replied "Yes..." gazing down at me fondly from the sofa she lay on.
As we lay there silently, me on the floor on my mattress, and she on the
couch right next to me, I could sense that a strange bond seemed to have
been established between us. She was young, slim, dark, and incredibly
sexy; and it was logical for me to be sexually attracted to her; but the
rapport I'd managed to strike with her in such a short period of time
went beyond raw sexual attraction. And from her body language, I could
sense that she felt the same way too.
As I lay there musing about my own fluctuating frames of mind, I heard
her say softly "Bhaiyyaa ... I never said thank you for inviting me to join
you today..." her voice barely a whisper. "You don't have to, baby ... it was
my pleasure..." I replied almost absent mindedly, still lost in my own
thoughts. She was silent for a while, and I could sense that she wanted to
say something else, but was unsure of herself.
After a long pause, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... I know that if I say this, you will
laugh ... and tell me that it's just a crush ... but ... but ... I think ... I am in
love with you..." her voice faltering, and embarrassed. I groaned
inwardly, struck by the straighforwardness and simplicity of this girl.
First it was Jigna, followed by her friend, Sejal, and now the dark, sexy
Mini; all of whom had expressed in as many words that they were in love
with me. I should have been pleased as a punch, and should have been
gloating over my conquests; but instead, I found myself feeling guilty and
miserable about the whole thing.

Part -76
All my teenage life, I'd run after girls trying to find that elusive 'love',
which was so fashionable to have, and never found it. I'd quit trying,
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when I found myself asking this question "You're running after her, her,
and her ... but who's running after you... ?" And then when I'd quit all
illusions of 'love', and decided to go after fulfilling my carnal desires, I'd
found that so called 'love'; not from one quarter, but three! And that too
from young, teenage, school-going girls who called me 'bhaiyyaa'!
Something didn't sound right. In my quest to possess them sexually, was

I in some way exploiting some emotional vulnerability of these young
impressionable girls that made them feel that they were in love with me?
Was I being honest with them, when I replied with the automatic "I love
you too..."? As I lay there, trying to deal with my own emotional conflicts,
I heard Mini say "Bhaiyyaa... ?" squeezing my fingers gently, as if asking
me for what I had to say about her baring her heart to me.
As much as I prided myself on being a smooth talker around these girls,
all of a sudden, I found myself at a total loss for words. Realizing how
humiliating silence could be for a girl who'd bared her heart to you, I
simply pulled her hand which was clasping mine, towards my lips, and
kissed them. "Thank you for considering me worthy of your love, Mini..."
I found myself saying, my voice sounding strangely hollow to my own
ears.
Even as tried to resond by just kissing her hand, I was dreading the
moment when she would ask me if I too felt the same way about her.
Mercifully, and much to my relief and surprise, she did not; content to
deal with her feelings even without any explicitly stated concurrence
from me. And in all fairness, I loved her for that.

Taking her hand in mine again, I kissed it ardenly, before placing it on
my chest, and holding it there. In an incredibly touching gesture, I felt
this sexy, young girl, pull my hand towards her once again, and press it to
her bosom, letting my hand come in contact with the incredible firmness
of her young, tender breasts under that oversized night gown!
Despite my emotional, and somewhat miserable, frame of mind, I found
my cock hardening almost instantly inside my underwear. "Oh, Mini ...
don't do that ... it arouses me so much..." I found myself saying, my voice
an almost helpless plea. I had expected her to go stiff, taken aback by my
expression of lust, especially when she was in such a tender frame of
mind. To my surprise, she only let out a little sigh, and pressed my palm
harder to her young, firm breasts! It was as if she was trying to convey
not just her assent, but also her desire to me, without uttering a word.
"Mini..." I groaned huskily, my fingers automatically closing around the
inredible hardness of her young, tennis-ball like, 32-B breasts, through
her maxi and the simple cotton bra underneath. As with most school girls
her age, she wore a simple white cotton bra, devoid of any padding or
lace, and as my fingers involuntarily squeezed her breasts through them,
I realized to my amazement that her bra was undone from the back,
allowing it to crumple in my grasp like some second skin!
My insatiable cock was almost fully erect now, creating a visible bulge
inside the comfortable track pants I wore, and I found my free left hand
instinctively reach down to squeeze it through my underwear. In the
flickering light from the TV, and the orangish glow from the neon street
lamps outside the window, I saw her eyes catch this involuntary gesture
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of mine. Continuing to hold my hand pressed to her bosom with her left
hand which was under her side, she reached out to once again place her
right hand on my chest.
With an almost guility sigh, I placed my hand over hers on my chest, and
slowly pushed it down towards my groin, till it came to rest on hard bulge
of my cock under those thick track pants, and my briefs inside. Pressing
her slender palm to the hardness of my cock through my pants, I
whispered huskily "Mini ... I'm sorry ... but this is what you do to me..."
my voice choked with guilt and lust at the same time. I felt her slender
fingers tremble under mine as I got her to feel my hard cock under the
thick fabric of my slacks.
"Bhaiyyaa..." I heard her cry out in a whisper, even as her trembling
fingers automatically clasped the rigid shaft of my cock through my track
pants. At the same time, my fingers too automatically closed around the
incredible firmness of her tender, young, tennis-ball sized breasts; her
tiny erect nipples protruding through her loosened bra and the thin,
cotton maxi that she wore. Realizing that I was on the verge of getting
physical with the teenage Mini, I found myself automatically glancing in
the direction of the passage from the living room towards the rest of the
house, to check on Sarla bhabhi and Biju, who were in the two separate
bedrooms.
The passageway from the living room terminated in the door of the
master bedroom in which Sarla bhabhi slept, with the entrance to the
kitchen and a common toilet on the right side, while the door to the
second bedroom (in which Biju slept) was on the left. From where I lay in
the living room, I could see that the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom was
closed. However, even though I could not see the door of the other
bedroom from where I lay, I could make out that the door was ajar, due
to a dim ray of light that fell into the passage from one of the windows
opposite to the door in the bedroom.
Nervous of being seen by Biju, in case he happened to come out of the
bedroom to go to the toilet or kitchen, I decided to check on him. Mini
had seen me glancing in the direction of the passage, and understood
what I was concerned about, for she too was looking there with a nervous
expression on her face. Patting her hand silently, I got up quietly, and
decided to have a look into Biju's bedroom on the pretext of going to the
kitchen for a drink of water. As I got up without making any noise, and
padded silently towards the passageway, I saw that the door was not fully
closed.
As my eyes had got accustomed to the darkness now, I could clearly see a
dim ray of light falling into the passage, from the light of the streetlight
outside the bedroom window, including the shadow of a study table
inside the room, adjacent to the door. As I crept noiselessly into the
kitchen, I threw a furtive glance at the door of the bedroom, trying to
peer into the room to check if Biju was asleep.
As I passed into the darkness of the kitchen, I thought I heard faint
whispers from inside the bedroom. Unsure of whether my ears were
playing tricks on me, I slid next to the entrance of the kitchen and peered
into the bedroom, through the door of the bedroom, which was left ajar.
As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness inside the bedroom, save for
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the faint light that filitered through the glass window, my heart skipped a
beat!
For there, outlined in the faint light that filtered through the window of
the bedroom, was the unmistakeable form of Sarla bhabhi, sitting on the
edge of Biju's bed! I blinked my eyes rapidly to make sure that my eyes
were not playing tricks on me. As I stood there inside the kitchen, safe in
the darkness, I realized that this was not my imagination; for it was
indeed Sarla bhabhi sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to where
Biju lay. My mouth went dry as I watched; my imagination running wild
as I wondered what she was doing there.
She had her back towards the door, and even as I watched, my eyes
seeing better in the faint light with each passing moment, she leaned
forward and whispered something to him, the sounds barely reaching my
ears. I was frozen to my spot, afraid to even breathe, as I peeped into the
bedroom. My mind was racing as I furiously tried to figure out what she
was doing there. I thought I heard something like a whispered groan, and
when I squinted to peer into the darkness inside, I could make out Biju
nodding something to Sarla bhabhi vigorously, his pearly white teeth
glinting in the light that fell from the window.
It was amazing how the human eye could aquit itself to darkness when
needed, for by now, I was able to clearly make out the outline of Biju too,
who lay there on the bed. That's when my keen ears picked up the soft
rustling sounds of something moving against the sheets, and realized
that Sarla bhabhi's right hand, which was hidden from my view, was
moving slowly across Biju's pelvis.

It was the slow movements of her hand that were creating the soft
rustling sounds, even as I saw, rather than heard, her whisper something
softly to Biju. Suddenly, a form emerged out of the darkness and literally
bumped into me, and I almost leapt out of my skin. It was Mini, who
wondering what was taking me so long, had crept up noiselessly to the
kitchen in search of me. Startled at bumping into me, crouching in the
dark next to the door of the kitchen, she opened her mouth only to be cut
off my me, who clamped my had across her mouth, and urged her with
my eyes to be silent.
Pulling her into the safety of the darkness in the kitchen, I got her to
crouch on the floor in front of me, and pointed in the direction of the
partly open bedroom door. It took a while for Mini's eyes to get
accustomed to the semi-darkness inside the bedroom, and when she saw
what I'd seen, her mouth opened in a silent cry of astonishment, and her
hand flew to her mouth. What both of saw next, inside the bedroom, sent
a shiver of excitement down my spine; for we both could now clearly see
that Sarla bhabhi was slowly jerking off the strapping, young, dark
skinned Biju!
She had slid forward slightly on the bed towards his chest, and outlined
in the dim light filtering through the glass window, I could clearly see her
milky white fingers wrapped around the shaft of his penis, gently
stroking them. As I watched this incredibly shocking, yet erotic scene, the
first thing I noticed was how long and thick Biju's strapping, young cock
was.
Even in the semi darkness, I could make out that he was endowed with a
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seriously big dick, at least 7 inches long, and thick as an iron rod, easily
bigger than my average sized 6-inch cock that I was so proud of. I felt
Mini go stiff like a corpse, and goose bumps come up on her slender
arms, where I held her close to me, crouched in the shadows inside the
kitchen. I was reminded of how I had, for the very first time, spied on
Kalpana bhabhi taking care of her slob of a husband in their bedroom,
my partner in crime being their daughter, the sexy Jigna.
And here was I, doing pretty much the same, in the company of a sexy
Mallu teenage school girl, spying on her young 18-year old teenage
brother, being pleasured by the hot, teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi. My
mouth was dry by now, and my cock was rock hard, even as I found
myself involuntarily pressing my hardness to Mini's pert little bottom
from behind. I was surprised and shocked at the same time, wondering
how the hell the affable young fellow from Kerala had managed to get
this luscious housewife to jerk him off.

Part - 77
And what drove me crazy was the fact that this was happening right
under our noses, with both of them well aware that me and Mini were
also in the house, watching TV in the living room. She had not even shut
the door fully, and that perplexed me; for if the door was shut, I would
have presumed that both of them were sleeping peacefully in their
respective bedrooms.
As we both watched, afraid to even breathe, we saw Sarla bhabhi lean

forward and kiss Biju on the mouth. It was no soft peck on the lips, for I
could clearly see her twisting her head from side to side, kissing him
passionately, and thrusting her lush pink toungue into his parched
mouth, even as she continued to stroke his rock hard prodigiously large
cock gently with her right hand. Crouched in the darkness of the kitchen,
as I held the trembling Mini in my arms, her firm, slender body pressed
to mine from the back, I tried to desperately figure out how this would
have all started.
Perhaps Sarla bhabhi would have gone into the room to give Biju the
sheet, and would have unexpectedly stumbled upon him masturbating.
That she had taken an immense liking to this strapping, young lad was
obvious, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that Biju too had been
completely besotted by her. Catching him masturbating was perhaps the
best excuse Sarla bhabhi could have found to take him; and knowing her
latent sexuality and her voracious sexual appetite, it was, after all, not so
surprising that she'd not even bothered to close the door fully.
Even as we watched, I saw Sarla bhabhi pull her mouth away from Biju,
and straighten. With her back towards us, I saw her quickly undoing the
sash of her lush, thick, house gown and pull it open in the front, baring
her mouth watering milky white 34-C breasts to the sex starved teenage
Biju!
Though I could not see her front, I could almost visualize how desireable
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and exciting the sexy Sarla bhabh's breasts would seem to the uninitiated
Biju; almost like a fantasy come true for him. His face was hidden from
our view by Sarla bhabhi, and even as we watched, she leaned forward
and pulled his head to her chest, urging him to suck on her luscious, ripe,
pinkish-brown nippled breasts. We could hear a throaty, plaintive groan
from Biju's throat, and as I closed my eyes, I thought I heard even the
slurpy sounds of him hungrily sucking on her luscious breasts.
The sight of her feeding her soft, succulent, milky white breasts, her
milky white fingers contrasting sharply against the dark skin of his
prodigiously large cock as she stroked him, nearly drove me out of my
mind, and I found myself grabbing hold of Mini's tender, young, but
incredibly hard teenage breasts under that loose, oversized maxi of hers.
Mini emitted a little hiss, and I felt a shudder go through her body, even
as she grabbed hold of my hand instinctively. Squeezing her tender,
young breasts rather hard, I pressed my rock hard cock to her compact,
muscular butt through the thick fabric of my track pants. I was tempted
to thrust my hand into the wide, open, round neck of her maxi and feel
her bare breasts, when my eyes were once again drawn to the incredibly
erotic scene unfolding inside.
Sliding herself down towards Biju's pelvis, Sarla bhabhi leaned forward
again, and began to place soft kisses all over Biju's muscular, chiseled
chest, moving slowly down to his rock hard abdomen. Biju watched, open
mouthed, his breath escaping in shallow gasps, as Sarla bhabhi slid her
face downwards, running her wet tongue along his belly, arousing him to
a point of no return. Her hands were beginning to stroke his huge cock
faster now, and even as we watched, she quickly brought her face close to
his cock, and began to run her tongue over the swollen, helmet-shaped
tip of his cock.
Watching the incredibly hot Sarla bhabhi licking on the hapless young
Biju's prodigiously well developed cock was made all the more erotic for
me by the fact that I was watching this happen, in the company of his
young teenage sister. We heard Biju almost cry out in pleasure, as Sarla
bhabhi slipped the swollen tip of his cock into her mouth, even as she
continued to stroke him, her hand beginning to move rapidly now. By the
manner in which Biju was squirming and twisting on the bed, his big
hands clutching Sarla bhabhi's milky white upper arms, as she lovingly
tongued his cock, it was evident that she was intent upon making him
come.
Suddenly Biju emitted a rather loud grunt, and his pelvis jerked off the
bed, as his orgasm hit him, even as Sarla bhabhi frantically clamped her
hand over his mouth, in an attempt to silence him. I watched, my breath
ragged now, as Biju's huge cock erupted, sending a prodigious amount of
his teenage pent-up semen spurting out of his cock, the first burst
catching Sarla bhabhi on her chin, even as she quickly leaned forward,
and pressed his exploding cock to her soft, luscious breasts, continuing to
jerk him quickly, making the rest of his jism land on her neck, and slither
down to her ripe, juicy, mouth watering breasts.
Realizing how risky it was to continue hiding here, I nudged Mini gently,
who seemed to be frozen to her spot, and almost dragged her with me to
the living room, creeping as soundlessly as possible. Mini seemed to be in
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a daze, and I had to push her on to the sofa, and cover her with the sheet
quickly, even as I got into my mattress and lay down quickly. My heart
thudding in my chest, I quickly covered my body also with the sheet, save
for my face, and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. As I lay there on
the mattress, my body trembling with excitement, I glanced at Mini. Her
dark, sexy face was flushed with shock and excitement, and I could see
that her lips were trembling.
I could almost imagine how hard her heart would be beating right now,
stunned as she would have been to see a sexual act of this intimacy
unfolding right in front of her disbelieving eyes, the protagonist being
none other than her affable, young cousin from Kerala. I motioned to her
by pressing my finger to my lips and closing my eyes, urging her to
pretend to be asleep, even as I did the same thing. With eyes closed, I
waited with bated breath, for any sounds from the bedroom.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the soft, careful sounds of
Sarla bhabhi emerging from the bedroom, and closing the door of the
bedroom in Biju was, drained after the time of his life. I heard the soft
creak of her opening the door of the toilet-cum-bath, and entering it,
before she closed it softly behind her. After having masturbated the
young, aroused Biju to his orgasm, I presumed she would have to wash
the prodigious amounts of semen he had spurted out, off her hands, chin,
neck, and breasts.
Just imagining Sarla bhabhi washing Biju's cum off her body inside the
bathroom made my cock twitch with excitement, and I automatically
clutched my cock to squeeze it. After a while, I heard the door of the
bathroom open, and my heart almost stopped beating when I heard the
sounds of Sarla bhabhi's footsteps coming in the direction of where I lay.
In my haste to get back, I had forgotten to switch off the TV, which
despite being muted was still throwing flickering lights into the room
from the images flashing on the screen.
I felt Sarla bhabhi stop next to where we lay, and pause for a moment, as
if watching closely to see if we were really asleep. Through the slits of my
closed eyelids, I heard her sigh softly as knelt by the side of the sofa on
which Mini lay, her eyes screwed shut, pretending to be fast asleep.
"Mini, my child ... are you asleep... ?" I heard her ask Mini softly, shaking
her by the shoulder gently. Seeing no response, she repeated "Mini ...
why don't you get up and sleep in the bedroom..." continuing to shake
Mini gently by the shoulder.
I watched, through the barely open slits of my eyes, with bated breath
wondering how Mini would react. To my relief, she pretended to be deep
in sleep, and just murmured something before curling up under her
sheet, tucking her hands under her chin. I heard Sarla bhabhi emit
another sigh, as she knelt there, watching Mini's sleeping form for a
while, before turning her attention to me.
Bending forward on her knees, she placed her hand on my shoulder, and
shook me gently, without saying a word. I just lay there, pretending to
the best of my abiities to look like I was sound asleep, trying my best to
keep my breathing steady and even. She shook me urgently a couple of
times more, and seeing no response, bent forward and whispered fiercely
in my ear "Beta ... are you asleep... ?" desperately trying to wake me up.
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With my heart thudding in my chest, I lay there, scared out of my wits to

open my eyes. She tried a few more times to shake me awake, before
giving up finally.
She sat there on her knees for a while, before letting out another sigh and
muttering something under her breath. I figured that she was intensely
aroused now, and desperately needed me to satisfy her hunger. But there
was no way I was going to oblige her tonight; definitely not in the
presence of Mini. Eventually, she slowly got to her feet, and walked back
to her room. I waited till I heard the sound of her closing the door of her
bedroom, before letting out a prolonged sigh of relief.
Opening my eyes, I saw in the dark, that Mini's eyes were now wide open,
and she was looking at me, her lips still trembling from the shock of what
she'd witnessed a while back. I smiled at her and nodded, and was
relieved to see a nervous smile come to her lips. Gazing at her wide eyes,
those thin trembling lips, and that nervous smile, I could imagine the
conflicting emotions that would be raging inside her, trying to deal with
the shock of what we'd just witnessed, coupled with the undeniable
arousal that she surely felt.
At the same time, my thoughts also went to Sarla bhabhi; the extreme
state of arousal that she too might be in. I was sure that after having
jerked off Biju's young enlarged cock, she too would be in a state of
undeniable arousal. I could well imagine her frustration at being unable
to wake me up, or for that matter, get Mini to wake up and go into the
bedroom. I found my hand automatically reach for my rock hard cock as
I tried to imagine what Sarla bhabhi would be doing behind the closed
door of her bedroom now.
For all that I knew, she could be lying on her bed, her gown open, her
smooth, milky white thighs parted, and furiously fingering her moist,
inflamed cunt; in a desperate attempt to quench her sexual thirst. The
very thought of that made me squeeze my cock involuntarily, and I
glanced at Mini once again. Mini was still lying on her side, facing me,
her left palm tucked under her cheek, and her right hand clamped
between her slender thighs. I could see her large, black eyes shining in
the dark, as a multitude of emotions crossed her face.

Part - 78
I couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever seen a man's cock in real before.
If she'd not, her state of mind was understandable. However, even if she
had seen one before, I could well imagine her condition, since that
magnificent cock she'd just seen happened to be that of none other than
her affable, young cousin. Her eyes were darting from one place to
another, as she tried to come to terms with what we'd just witnessed.
Looking at her in the dark, her prone form illuminated only by the faint
light that filtered through the windows, I reached out to offer my left
hand to her. She hesitated for a moment, before pulling her right hand
from between her thighs, and taking hold of mine. Squeezing her
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trembling fingers gently, I said "Mini ... all this is perfectly normal ... you
should not think that your brother has done something wrong ... or Sarla
aunty for that matter..." my voice a whisper, as I tried to soothe her
frayed nerves.
From the manner she looked at me, wide eyed, I realized those were
precisely the thoughts that were troubling her. Placing her trembling
palm on my chest, and patting it gently, I continued "We both saw how
attracted Biju was to Sarla aunty, isn't it... ?" trying to explain to her why
there was nothing out of the ordinary about what had happened. Seeing
her nod imperceptibly, still unsure of her voice, I said "It's not his fault ...
after all; Sarla aunty is a very attractive woman, isn't she... ?" questioning
her with my eyes. Once again, she nodded quickly, her lips trembling
ever so slightly.
"And moreover, Sarla aunty too is human ... isn't it natural that she too
would be attracted to a nice, good looking boy like your cousin..." I
continued, continuing to gaze at her. As she continued to look at me, as if
waiting for me to continue, I said "And when we guys feel very attracted
to a woman ... and we get aroused ... you know what happens to us,
right... ?" clearing my throat, even as I tried to imagine how all this
would have happened.
Taking her palm, which I held against my chest, I pushed it down
towards my pelvis, till it came in contact with the rock hard bulge of my
cock under that thick track pants. Pressing her trembling fingers to my
aroused cock under my track pants, I repeated "You know what happens
to us ... right, Mini... ?" looking her in the eye, even as I felt her fingers
tremble at the feel of my erection under my clothes. "Yes..." I heard her
whisper, her voice a barely audible croak, even as her thin lips trembled.
Keeping her hand on my erection, I continued "So you see ... when Sarla
aunty would have gone in to give Biju the bedsheet ... she would have ...
you know ... seen ... umm ... Biju masturbating..." my own voice
beginning to sound hoarse with arousal. As I mentioned about Mini's
teenage cousin brother being caught masturbating my Sarla bhabhi, a
little shiver seemed to go through Mini's body, and I heard her breath
catch in her throat. Squeezing her trembling fingers on to my hard cock
through the track pants, I said quickly "There's nothing wrong with
masturbating, Mini ... it's perfectly normal ... even I do it..." trying to
reign in her nervousness.
As Mini nodded nervously, continuing to gaze at me through those large,
black eyes of hers, I continued "And so ... when Sarla aunty would have
accidentally seen that ... she ... umm ... would have felt sorry for him ...
and ... would have naturally wanted to help him out..." trying to explain
to this sexy, teenage, South Indian teenage girl, how the sequence of
events would have panned out, culminating with what we'd just
witnessed.
As Mini nodded dumbly, I let go of her hand which was resting on the
bulge of my cock, and reaching out to touch her cheek, said softly "If you
had seen someone you like ... in that condition ... wouldn't you also have
done the same, Mini... ?" my voice thick with arousal, even as I ran my
fingers over her thin, trembling lips. "Unhhh..." I heard her gasp ever so
softly, her lips quivering, as she clasped my fingers with her left hand,
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and pressed it to her burning cheeks.

Nodding her head, she managed to gasp "Yes..." her voice a barely
audible croak. So hot was the skin of her cheeks that I could almost feel
the heat emanating from her body. Pleased that she'd not jerked her right
hand away from my erection when I had let go of her hand, I looked into
her eyes and said "Like how Biju feels about Sarla aunty ... is how I feel
about you, Mini..." running my tongue over my parched lips, even as I
felt my throbbing cock twitch involuntarily inside my track pants.
"Bhaiyyaa..." I heard her gasp, as she felt my cock twitch under her
fingers. As Mini pressed her burning hot cheeks to the palm of my hand,
I couldn't help but notice how different she'd turned out to be. When I'd
first seen her at Amisha's place, she'd come across as a flirtatious girl,
confident about herself, and trying very hard to be noticed by boys her
age. However, as I had come to know her better, I had realized that
underneath that seductive exterior, lay a simple, straightforward girl,
who could go weak at the knees at my touch.
Sliding my palm downwards from her cheeks, I ran my fingers along her
slender neck, till they came to rest on the hollow between her collar
bones. I felt her tremble, and pull up her legs in a foetal postion, a shiver
running through her body again. I could feel her heart beating frantically
under her chest, as I asked "Mini ... can I feel you... ?" my voice thick
with arousal. "Unhhh..." was all that she was able to muster, even as she
nodded her head apprehensively.
With a groan, I slid my palm down the wide, open, round neck of her
oversized maxi, and placed my hand on the swell of her breasts through
the bra. A tiny hiss escaped her quivering lips, as she felt my fingers close
around the incredible firmness of her young, tender, tennis ball sized
through the thin cotton fabric of her undone bra. As my groping fingers
slid under the loosened cups of her bra, my fingers came in contact with
the hot, burning skin of her teenage breasts.
A little shudder went through her body, as my fingers grazed against the
tiny, rock hard, erect nubbins of her not yet fully developed nipples, and I
felt the fingers of her right hand close around the shaft of my hard cock
through my tracks, even as she involuntarily grasped my wrist. "Oh, Mini
... your breasts feel so good..." I groaned, making it a point to continue
speaking to her, realizing she'd had little or no experience of a guy
touching her like this. "Bhaiyyaa..." she hissed again, unable to say
anything else, even as she hunched her shoulders involuntarily, in
response to my hands closing around the incredible hardness of her
young 32-B breasts.
Unable to control my arousal any longer, I sat up on the mattress on
which I lay. Mini lay on her side, on the sofa, the breeze from the fan
causing her oversized maxi to balloon up around her slender legs. Even
as she watched me nervously, her heart undoubtedly thudding inside her
chest, I slid closer to her and placed my hand on her right leg. In a quick
move, I pushed up her thin, loose maxi, bringing her dark, slender legs to
my view.
As I ran the palm of my left hand along the smooth skin of her legs, I felt
the strength of her firm calf muscles. As she lay there unmoving,
watching me through those wide eyes of hers, her breath escaping
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through her parted lips, I said "You have very strong legs, Mini..." trying
to keep talking to her. Her calf muscles were indeed very strong, and I
meant what I had said. "Do you play any sport... ?" I asked her softly,
continuing to gently caress her calves. "I ... I am on the school hockey
team..." I heard her answer, her voice failing her once again. I found
myself smiling when I heard that.
There was something about sporty girls that I found very desirable, and I
could well imagine how sexy Mini would look playing hockey. That
probably explained why her school uniform skirt was a tad shorter than
those worn by most other girls. Sliding closer to her till I was sitting on
the floor next to her belly, I took her right hand in mine, and bringing it
to my lips, kissed the back of her hand gently.
"I think you have a lovely body, Mini ... very sexy..." I said to her gently,
even as I looked into her eyes and kissed her hand, my other hand
continuing to caress her strong calf muscles. I saw a glimmer of self
consciousness flash over her dusky face, as she smiled shyly and
answered "Thanks ... thank you, bhaiyyaa..." her voice catching in her
throat.
I had pushed her maxi up to her knees, and as I began to push it further
up, I felt her twitch nervously, and grab hold of my hand to stop me.
When I looked at her, I saw her glance nervously towards the passage
that led from the living room to the bedrooms. Leaning forward, till my
face was only inches away from hers, I whispered "Don't be scared ... no
one is going to come out now..." feeling her hot breath on my face.
As she nodded, her slender lips quivering, I whispered "May I kiss you,
Mini... ?" looking into her eyes intently. Even in the semi darkness, I
could make out that her eyes were burning with desire, albeit scared.
Seeing her nod nervously, I brought my lips to hers, and kissed her ever
so gently, running my tongue against her trembling lips softly. I heard a
soft moan escape her lips, and a shudder went through her entire body.
Responding with fervor, as if awaiting this moment to let go of her
control, the immensely desireable slim, dark teenager flung her arms
around my neck, and pressed her mouth to mine, moaning softly. She
may have been an awkward kisser, but she more that made up for it with
her passion, almost trying to devour my probing tongue.
Taking advantage of her state, I quickly slid my left hand up her legs,
feeling her slender, yet strong, muscular thighs. There was something
incredibly erotic about feeling the young, strong, slender body of a
teenage schoolgirl under the borrowed, oversized maxi that she wore;
and I caressed her thighs, making her squirm with desire.
As I continued to kiss her passionately, my hand slid up her thigh, till I
felt the fabric of the white cotton panties she wore. With a throaty groan,
even as my tongue continued to lash against hers, I cupped her petitie,
yet firm, mucular buttocks with my hand, and squeezed them gently. Her
legs went taut, and she involuntarily thrust her pelvis towards me, unable
to control how her body was responding any more.
Letting go of her butt, I slid my hand upwards under her maxi, and
marveled at how shapely and firm, her body was. There was not even an
ounce of baby fat around her slender waist, and her belly muscles were
taut in a way that only those of an athlete could be. As my palm came to
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rest on her taut, trembling belly, I pulled my lips away from hers, and
gazed into her eyes. Her breathing had become shallow by now, and she
was watching me wide eyed, her lips trembling.

Part - 79
Even as she continued to watch me, I gently slid both my hands under
her maxi, and pushed it up, exposing her young, slender, dark skinned
body to me. As she lay there trembling, I slid my hands upwards,
relishing the smoothness and firmness of her torso, till my finger tips
touched the underside of her hard, teenage breasts.
With a little groan, I pushed up her maxi all the way above her breasts,
sliding my fingers under the cups of her undone bra, and yanking them
up simultaneously. I gazed at her young, dark skinned body lovingly,
which glistened in the faint light from the windows; naked save for the
white cotton panties she wore.
Her tender, young 32-B breasts were even more desirable than I had
imagined. They were almost perfectly rounded like a tennis ball, the color
not as dark as her arms and legs, and were capped by a pair of small, still
developing, budding black nipples. My mouth went dry as I gazed at her
bared teenage breasts, running my tongue over my lips involuntarily, as I

held her maxi pushed up all the way to her neck.
"Miniii..." I groaned huskily, even as I found my hands automatically
slide over the rock hard, firm mounds of her still developing breasts;
feeling her tiny pebble like black nipples, rub against my palm. It was an
incredible sight to see her lying there, nervous, yet expectant, her hot
young dark-skinned nubile body bared to my hungry eyes. Watching this
teenage, South Indian school girl lying in front of me, I was suddenly
possessed with an urge to just possess her. I wanted to consume her
young body, and lavish on her all the sexual pleasures that she could
possibly imagine.
Pushing her on to her back, I knelt over her body, and ran my cheeks
over the erect nubbins of her nipples. I kept caressing her firm,
incredibly hard breasts with my cheeks and chin, letting my 2-day old
stubble scrape against her aroused nipples. I felt her clamp her thighs
together, and grab hold of my hair, her inflamed body unable to contain
the sensations that threatened to overcome her.
Cupping my hands to take hold of her incredibly firm breasts, I squeezed
them gently, even as I continued to tease her by scraping my parched lips
across them. Without bothering to look at her face, I thrust my tongue
out, and began to run it along the sides of her budding, teenage breasts,
making her shudder and squirm involuntarily.
Her hands clenched my hair, as she felt my tongue leave wet trails all
over her breasts, till they finally reached her painfully erect, tiny nipples.
With a soft groan, I gently squeezed one of her nipples between my
thumb and forefinger, even as I began to flick my tongue across the other
one. "Bhhaiyyyaa..." I heard her cry out in a hoarse whisper, her fingers
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tightening on my hair, as I rapidly flicked my tongue across the hard

nubs of her nipples, before finally taking them into my mouth.
I was tempted to open my mouth wide, and clamp my mouth over her
perfectly rounded breasts, but somehow resisted the temptation. Instead,
I just placed my mouth over her breasts, and sucked on them gently,
marveling at how hard and firm her tits were, allowing my teeth to graze
against the hard-like-a-pebble nipples intermittently. Her naked legs,
save for the panties, shot up in the air, and I felt her knees press against
my side, even as her body began to squirm uncontrollably, unable to take
in the pleasure that I was subjecting her to.
I was intent upon giving her as much pleasure as possible, and moved my
mouth down from her breasts, continuing to run my tongue over her
taut, trembling belly and the sides of her waist. As my tongue reached the
tiny cavity of her belly button, I felt her body jerk upwards from the sofa,
and her hands grab hold of my ears in her arousal.
Without pausing, I slid my hands to her thighs, and pushed them apart
gently. Bring myself thus in between her legs, still kneeling on the floor
by the side of the sofa, I slid my hands under her petitie, muscular
buttocks. My face was only inches away from the V of her crotch, covered
as it was by those ordinary, white, cotton panties. Even at this distance, I
could smell the musky odor of arousal emanating from her panties.
She had somehow managed to prop herself up on her elbows now, as she
lay on the sofa, and was straining her neck to gaze at me, her chest
heaving. As I hooked my fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties to
pull it down, she cried out hoarsely "Noooo, bhaiyyaa ... please..."
reaching out to grab my hand. "Please ... no, bhaiyyaa..." she hissed, her
eyes wide with fear, and her lips trembling, even as she shook her head
from side to side.
Pausing, I looked up at her face, and said sofly "Don't you trust me,
Mini... ?" my eyes intently gazing into hers. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." she cried
out hoarsely, her lips trembling " ... it's not that ... it's ... it's just that ... I
am ... I am very dirty there..." managing to somehow gasp the rest, her
entire body trembling in my hands. "Nothing is dirty, baby ... nothing is
dirty..." I said to her soothingly, gently caressing her waist with my
fingers, even as I smiled gently at her. I loved her for being so conscious
about herself in front of me, and being ashamed of baring her vagina to
me.
Placing my palm on her crotch, I pressed her tender, young vagina,
feeling her crinkly pubic hair through the thin, cotton fabric of her white
panties. I could feel that her panties were already slightly moist in the
front, and there was the strong musky odor of the secretions from her
virgin pussy. Caressing the thin, almost flat mound of her vagina through
her panties, I said to her "Your vagina is not dirty, Mini ... it's just wet ...
and aroused ... just like my penis is..." my voice soothing and gentle.
"Nooo..." she protested feebly again, shaking her head from side to side
with apprehension. "Don't you trust your Jignesh bhaiyya, baby... ?" I
asked her softly, tilting my head to one side, and looking her in the eye.
Her eyes were wide with fear, and her lips trembled, as she managed to
mumble "Yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." her voice a barely audible hiss. "Then
just relax ... and let bhaiyya show you how much he likes you..." I replied
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soothingly, smiling at her.

Without waiting for her to respond, I hooked my fingers in the elastic
waistband of her panties, and in one smooth motion, pulled it down her
thighs. She responded automatically by lifting her buttocks off the sofa,
allowing me to pull her panties down her knees, and eventually down her
ankles.
As I dropped her panties on the floor, her hand automatically shot down
between her legs, desperately trying to cover her bared pussy with the
palm of her hands. "Relax, Mini ... I am not going to hurt you ... I am just
going to make love to you..." I said soothingly, gently prising her hands
away, and baring her young, teenage, virgin cunt to me.
Her pussy had a liberal patch of thick, crinkly, curly black pubic hair, and
it was evident that she had not yet started to even trim her hair. "It's
beautiful..." I said to her soothingly, even as I gazed lovingly at her virgin
cunt bared for my pleasure. Her thighs and buttocks were trembling, and
by the way her curly pubic hair glistened in the dim light filtering from
the window, I could make out that she was soaking wet.
Not that I needed any visual confirmation, for I could smell her arousal,
the musky odor of her womanhood strong in my nostrils. Holding her
thigh parted with my left hand, I gently caressed the thick patch of her
crinkly pubic hair, letting my fingers graze gently against the lips of her
vagina. "Ohhhhh..." I heard her cry out, as her body gave an involuntary
jerk, her fingers grabbing hold of my wrist.
Placing my palm on her crotch, I began to gently caress her thin vaginal
lips under the crinkly pubic hair with my thumb, simultaneously

caressing the insides of her thighs with my other hand. The musky odor
of her virgin cunt was strong in my nostrils, and I was aroused to the hilt
now; my rock hard cock scaping bulging out from my track pants
obscenely.
Parting the the thick patch of curly pubic hair with my fingers, I let my
fingers come in contact with the tight slit of her vaginal lips, and began to
caress them gently, eliciting gasps from her, her pelvis squirming in my
hands. Quickly locating her tiny clitoris hidden between the upper sides
of her vaginal lips, I began to rub my thumb against it gently, causing her
to buck her hips violently.
"Bhaiyyaa ... please..." I heard her cry out, unable to control herself
anymore, even as she reached between her legs to grab hold of my wrist.
"Relax, baby ... just trust me..." I said to her soothingly; even as I gently
began to pry open the tight lips of her cunt with my fingers. Not wanting
to cause her even the least bit of pain, I was gentle with her, my fingers
softly caressing her wet vaginal lips. I was in that zone now where all that
I cared about was how to give her the maximum pleasure, without
scaring her off.
So I got her to place one of her raised legs on my shoulder, her
hamstrings resting on my shoulder. Caressing her thigh with my left
hand, I began to run my tongue along the inside of her thighs, making
her squirm and wriggle violently, unable to bear the stimulation. At the
same time, I continued to caress her vulva with my middle finger, and
gently slid the tip of my middle finger between the tight lips of her cunt,
marveling at the tightness of her teenage, virgin pussy.
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"Unnnhhh..." I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as she felt my

fingers beging to probe the mouth of her virgin cunt, stimulating and
arousing her at the same time. Gradually, I slid my tongue along the
inside of her thighs towards her cunt, till I felt her curly, dark pubic hair
tickle the side of my lips. Averse as I was to the feel of hair in my mouth,
I still went ahead and pressed my lips to her moist, tender pussy, eliciting
a soft, prolonged, cry of shock and pleasure from her.
"Noooo ... bhaiyaaaa ... nooo..." she almost begged, as I held her thighs in
place, and gently clamped my mouth on her tender, young, cunt. "Why,
baby ... what happened... ?" I asked her softly, momentarily raising my
head from between her slender, outstretched thighs. "I'm dirty there,
bhaiyyaa..." she managed to cry out, shaking her head from side to side,
still unable to come to terms with the fact that I was actually going to
suck on her sopping wet, virgin cunt, complete with a rather thick patch
of crinkly, curly pubic hair.
"Allow me to be the judge of that, baby..." I said to her huskily, finding
the musky odor of her inflamed cunt intoxicating. Without waiting for
her reply, I once again clamped my mouth on her vagina, and began to
probe the slit of her vagina with my tongue. "Unnnnhhhh..." I heard her
cry out again though clenched teeth, as her hands involuntarily grabbed
hold of my hair, tugging at it violently. Ignoring the pain, I continued to
try to prise open the thightly closed lips of her pussy with my tongue,
even as I used the fingers of my right hand to continue to finger her
gently.

Part - 80
As she began to squirm violently, and thrash about on the sofa, I quickly
slid my left hand under her ass and cupped her taut, muscular, compact
buttocks. Holding her buttocks, I pulled her pelvis upwards to my mouth,
allowing better access to my tongue, licking her young cunt. By now, her
entire body was shivering uncontrollably, and I could feel her raise her
but straight off the sofa, unable to reign in her inflamed body any longer.
Her head was thrown back, and her neck arched like a bow, as she
thrashed about helplessly in my grasp, as the throes of her impending
orgasm took over her young, lithe body. My probing tongue quickly
located her clitoris once again, and began to flick it rapidly, even as my
finger began to probe and push into her vagina gently, never going too
deep to cause her pain, but going deep enough to make her squirm with
pleasure.
So strong was she that I had to use a fair bit of my strength to hold her in
place, as I relentlessly lashed her clitoris with my tongue, even as my
fingers stroked her inflamed cunt in short, rapid thrusts. "Bhaiyyyaaaa..."
I heard her cry out in such a loud voice that for a moment I was scared it
may wake up Sarla bhabhi or Biju. Mercifully, she clamped her hand
across her mouth, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, and her pussy
lips clamped tight around my fingers, her cuntal muscles throbbing
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uncontrollably.
To my disbelief, I found a warm trickle of her cunt juices coat my lips and
tongue, even as she practically threw her hips off the sofa, her fingers
tugging at my hair like she'd been possessed by some demonic spirit. I
continued to run the flat of my tongue against her vaginal lips, ignoring
the strands of hair that came into my mouth, even as I continued to rub
her inflamed clitoris with my tongue.
Finally, I heard her cry out hoarsely "Bhaiyyyaa ... please ... enough..."
her fingers tugging at my hair in an attempt to get me to pull my mouth
away from her incredibly aroused, wet, teenage cunt. Satisfied at having
given her an orgasm with just my tongue, I pulled my mouth away, and
wiped her sticky secretions from my lips and cheeks with the back of my
hand. She lay there limply on the sofa like a rag doll, her slender,
outstretched thighs dangling from the couch, her chest heaving under the
gown.
Placing a last kiss on her pussy, I slid upwards towards her torso, and
pushing up her disheveled maxi, rested my head on the firm, hard
mounds of her heaving, young breasts. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her
whisper, her breathing ragged, even as I heard her heart hammering
inside her rib cage. I lay there with my cheeks pressed to her bosom for
what seemed like an eternity, before I felt her pulling at my chin, urging
me to bring my face near hers. As I obliged, I was stunned to see her
dusky, sexy face streaked with tears.
Seeing her large, black, eyes glistening with tears, I was about to ask her
about it, when she spoke "Bhaiyyaa ... why did you ... why did you do that
for me... ?" her voice husky, and laden with emotion. "Because I love you,
Mini..." I replied simply, unable to think of anything else to say at that
very moment. She looked into my eyes with those wide, dark eyes of hers,
as if searching them for some hidden meaning; and I instantly regretted
having used these so frequently abused three-words with her.
She kept gazing at me for a while, as if putting her thoughts in order to
say something, Finally, and much to my relief, she just gave me the most
genuine smile that one could ever give, and simply said "Thank you,
bhaiyyaa ... thank you ... for making me feel so loved..." her words simple,
yet profound. In response, I just smiled, and kissed her softly on her lips,
feeling those incredibly firm, young breasts of hers press against my
chest. I felt her hands cup my face, as she kissed me back with fervor,
giving herself up completely to me.
As we kissed, I ran my hands along the sides of her supple, lithe body;
the maxi pushed up all the way up to her armpits. Her body was sweaty
from the exertion, and realizing that she might be uncomfortable, I sat
back on my knees on the floor. Feeling the sweat in my armpits, I pulled
my t-shirt over my head and fanned myself with it. "Bhaiyyaa ... you are
sweating so much ... why don't you like down ... under the fan..." she said
softly, pointing to the mattress.
As I smiled at her, and patted my pillow into shape, she asked "Bhaiyyaa
... can I ... can I also come and lie down next to you... ?" her voice
hesitant. I had been, in any case, thinking of asking her to do exactly that,
and so smiled at her and replied "I would like that very much, baby..." my
smile conveying everything. Throwing a glance at the passage way once
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again, she quickly sat up on the sofa, and began to pull her disheveled
maxi down. As I lay back, bare chested, I watched her reach down to pick
up her discarded panties, and pull them back on, avoiding looking at me.
Watching her pull those thin, white, cotton panties up her slender,
shapely legs, I said "Mini ... I'd love it if you could take off your maxi and
bra ... and, umm ... lie with me like that..." looking at her face with a hint
of a smile playing on my lips. "Ohh..." she exclaimed automatically,
visibly embarrassed at my request, but pleased none the less. "We can
cover ourselves with this sheet..." I added with a smile, sensing her
reluctance, as I pointed to the sheet that Sarla bhabhi had so thoughtfully
given me.
"OK, bhaiyyaa..." she replied in a barely audible whisper, pulling her eyes
away from mine once again, as I saw her dark face flush with
embarrassment again. Standing up, she awkwardly began to pull up that
oversized maxi, and quickly pulled it over her head, Dropping the maxi
on the couch; she glanced at the passage once again nervously, before
shrugging the undone bra off her shoulders, and pulling it off her torso.
Thus, for the first time ever, framed in the dim neon light of the street
lamps filtering through the windows, stood the 17-year old South Indian
schoolgirl Mini in front of me, naked save for the pair of simple, white,
cotton panties. As I gazed at her nude figure, I felt my turgid cock
hardening yet again, straining painfully inside the confines of my
underwear. "Stand there for a minute, Mini..." I found myself telling her
hoarsely, my voice thick with arousal.
As she stood there shyly, her hands hanging limply by her side, one leg
involuntarily bent just a little bit at the knee, I took in the sight of her
incredibly shapely, fit, young body. Her dark skin seemed to glow in the
dim light, owing to droplets of perspiration over them, and I saw what a
near perfect figure she had. She was slender, and not classically curvy,
but yet her body was naturally shapely.
Slender, yet muscular shoulders tapered down to a flat, taut belly and
waist, before widening into perfectly curved hips, and well proportioned,
slim, muscular thighs. There was not an inch of flab anywhere on her
body, and seeing the way her pert, tennis ball sized, developing breasts
rested on her chest, those tiny, pebble sized nipples adorning the upper
part of the hemispheres, I once again marveled at the sheer firmness of
her breasts.
She was one of those girls whose tits would hardly shake or jiggle, when
she ran or played hockey; even if they were not supported by a sports
bra! "You have a lovely body, Mini..." I found myself saying to her,
automatically running my tongue over my lips. "Bhaiyyaa, please..." she
exclaimed with embarrassment, before getting down on her knees
quickly, unable to bear my scrutiny any longer. As she knelt by the side of
my legs, she asked "Can I help you take off ... umm ... your pants,
bhaiyyaa... ?" her voice tentative. "Why... ?" I asked with a laugh "My legs
are not as sexy as yours..." I teased, smiling broadly.
At that, she just blushed, and dropped her gaze. Realizing that she was
still not comfortable enough with me to fool around, I patted her bare
knee and said "Yes, please ... that would be nice..." giving her a warm
smile. Flashing me a shy smile, she reached out to hook her fingers under
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the thick elastic waistband of my track pants, and began to pull it down
my legs. I helped her by lifting my hips off the mattress, and watched as
she slid the pants down my knees, and then proceeded to get it off my
ankles too.
As she turned towards me, I saw her eyes automatically glance at the very
visible bulge of my cock, protruding through my Jockeys. Pulling her
eyes from my crotch quickly, she tentatively ran her hand along my
somewhat hairy thighs, and said "You also have a nice physique,
bhaiyyaa..." her voce a barely audible whisper. In response, I just reached
out for her hand, and pulled her towards me.
With a soft sigh, she fell forward, lying by my side, with her torso partly
resting on mine, those hard, young breasts mashed against my rib cage,
and her leg thrown across my belly, bent at the knee, with her calf resting
on the bulge of my cock inside my underwear. As she nuzzled her head
under my chin, my hand automatically went to her back, and began to
caress her smooth, sinewy, muscular body, feeling the drops of
perspiration on her spine.
Snuggling up to me, she began to absent mindedly caress my chest,
playing with the hair of my chest, as she said "Bhaiyyaa ... today was the
first time ... for me ... that..." her voice breaking off, unable to finish what
she'd started out to say. As she fell silent, I caressed her bare back gently,
and asked "Did it feel good, Mini... ?" my voice gentle. Pressing herself to
me with ardor, she held me tight, and whispered "Yes, bhaiyyaa ... it felt
... ohh, it felt so..." her shyness overcoming her once again.
After a pause, she added "And I'm so happy that ... that ... it was with
you, bhaiyyaa..." once again speaking in a barely audible whisper. The
question that invariably followed with most girls was the trickiest one to
deal with; and I prayed she wouldn't ask "Was it the first time for you
too... ?" Much to my relief, she didn't, for her attention had been drawn
to the feel of my hard cock pressing against her calves.
Propping herself up on her elbow, she looked into my face, her eyes wide,
and her expression intent, as she asked "Bhaiyyaa ... can I... ?" sliding her
hand down to my crotch and resting her palm tentatively over the hard
bulge of my cock, leaving the rest unsaid. As I nodded, my arousal
mounting, she asked again "Bhaiyyaa ... will you teach me ... umm ... how
to make love... ?" her tone so innocent and genuine that it touched the
chords of my heart.
Only a teenaged girl could make you feel this way, and I felt my cock give
an appreciating twitch under her hand. I was sorely tempted to grab hold
of her hand and push it inside my underwear, but resisted the urge
somehow. Instead, I just caressed her cheeks gently, and said "Baby ...
there's nothing to teach ... you just do what comes naturally to you..." my
voice soft.

Part - 81
"You just do what you feel..." I added huskily, before adding "Do you
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know what I feel like doing now... ?" pulling up her chin so that I could
look into her eyes. As she waited expectantly, her slender lips trembling
with anticipation, I slid my hands under her armpits and pulled her up,
so that her firm, developing, teenage breasts were inches away from lips.
"This..." I groaned huskily, as I cupped those incredible hard, young tits

in my hand, and began to run my tongue across her tiny, pebble sized,
budding nipples. "Bhaiyyaaa..." I heard her groan, as her fingers
automatically grabbed hold of my hair, even as I opened my mouth and
began to suckle on her tender, young breasts ardently.
As I pulled my mouth away from her tits, I saw how flushed her face was.
Her fingers had automatically tightened around the shaft of my cock
through my underwear, and I breathed "Yes, baby ... that feels nice..."
thrusting my hips upwards to let her know that I was enjoying the feel of
her hand on my cock. Nodding her head imperceptibly, she quickly
lowered her face, and began to place soft kisses on my chest.
She shifted her thighs on my pelvis, grazing her knee against my
hardnress through the briefs, even as she tentatively thrust her tongue
out, and began to run it on my chest. Despite the hair on my chest, she
kissed my nipples, and ran her tongue on it, sending a shiver of pleasure
down my spine.
Sensing the way my body was responding to her touch, she slid further
down on my torso, her lips never leaving my body, as she did her best to
pleasure me in her amateurish way. Her thin lips soon reached my belly,
and began to run in circles around my belly button, even as her hand slid
down to caress my thighs.
Watching this young, teenage schoolgirl trying to master the art of
lovemaking, her forehead creased in concentration, I felt my lust surge
through me. She glanced up at me from my pelvis, as if seeking my
approval, and upon seeing me nod in appreciation, smiled shyly. Closing
her eyes, she then proceeded to rest her face against the lump of my cock
in the underwear, letting the hardness press against her cheek.
She rubbed her cheek against my underwear, nudging my cock with her
chin, causing me to jerk my pelvis up. "Yes, baby..." I hissed, waiting for
her to pull my briefs down, and free my tortured cock. As if reading my
mind, she lifted her face from my crotch, and placing her had on the
bulge, looked at me once again, as if seeking my permission.
When I nodded, she hooked her trembling fingers in the elastic
waistband of my Jockeys and began to pull them down. I raised my butt
off the mattress, to aid her in removing my underwear, and as she pulled
it down, my cock sprang out like an angry cobra, slapping against my
belly. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as my rock hard penis came into view,
the swollen head glistening with my aroused secretions.
Her breath escaping in shallow gasps from her trembling lips, her firm
tits heaving, she tentatively took hold of my quivering cock in her
trembling hand, and held it, as if savoring the feel of it. "Miniii..." I
groaned thickly, feeling her slender fingers wrap themselves around the
thick shaft of my cock, the veins bulging out.
"Stroke it, Mini..." I found myself gasping, as she held my cock gingerly,
unsure of what to do. Nodding her head slightly, she gazed at my swollen
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cock in awe, and began to jerk it awkwardly, causing my foreskin to get

stretched painfully. "Oooohhh ... not so hard, baby..." I cried out,
wincing, as she began to tug on my cock in an unpracticed manner.
"Oh, sorry ... sorry ... sorry..." she gasped, biting her lips, as she winced
herself at the little pain that she'd caused me. "It's OK, baby ... just be a
little gentle..." I said with a weak smile, watching the expression of guilt
cloud her face. "I'm sorry, bhaiyyaa..." she whispered again, as she
loosened her grip on my cock, and began to caress it rather too gently.
Throwing my head back on my pillow, I relished the feel of her hands
softly caressing my cock, teasing it more than stimulating it.
As I arched my neck to glance at her, I was pleased to see her eyes intent
on the swollen mushroom shaped tip of my cock, which glistened in the
dark like a light pole. I saw her wet her lips automatically with her
tongue, as she pouted her lips in concentration, intent upon mastering
the art of pleasing a man.
"Like this, bhaiyyaa... ?" I heard her ask, as she held my cock gingerly
between her thumb and two of her fingers, stroking it ever so gently;
holding it upright in her hand. "Yes, baby..." I said hoarsely, watching her
trembling lips. Looking at me shyly, her face flushed with arousal, she
asked "Bhaiyyaa ... shall I ... shall I do what ... umm ... what Sarla aunty
was doing... ?" her voice so husky and shy that it sent another suge of
arousal coursing through me.
"Yes, baby ... only if you are comfortable doing it..." I managed to gasp,
my arousal mounting. "I will, bhaiyyaa ... I want to..." she mumbled,
trying desperately to prove to me that she was up to the task. Swallowing

nervously, she brought her trembling lips to the swollen tip of my cock,
and placed a soft, tentative kiss on it. After brushing her lips against my
cock head, she jerked her head back, and looked at my cock, as if
studying the effect it had had.
My pre-cum had oozed out liberally from the slit of my cock, and she well
its wetness smear her trembling lips, I saw, to my utter amazement, that
she ran her tongue over her lips, as if tasting it tentatively! I saw her puse
her lips, and let out an audible sigh. After all, the taste of a man's
secretions was bound to be repulsive for a girl who'd never experienced it
before.
I was half expecting her to sit up, and apologize to me for not being able
to go ahead. But to my surprise, I saw her purse her lips, and once again
bring her mouth to my cock, a determined expression on her face. As I
watched with bated breath, she thrust out her slender tongue, and
tentatively licked the tip of my cock, making me groan involuntariy. "Oh,
yes..." I cried out thickly, arching my hip upwards, urging her to do it
again.
Reassured, she repeated the process, this time allowing her tongue to
linger on my slimy, swollen cock head, licking at it tentatively, as one
would an unknown flavor of ice cream. I so desperately wanted to grab
hold of her head, and thrust my cock into her virgin mouth, but resisted
the temptation with great effort. I tightened the muscles of my buttocks,
and stretched my legs out taut, trying my best to control my arousal.
"Miniiii..." I found myself groaning once again, as she, without warning,
opened her slender mouth, and took the swollen tip of my cock inside.
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Screwing her eyes shut, I felt her gag involuntarily, as the unfamiliar, and
somewhat unpleasant taste of my slimy, inflamed cock invaded her
mouth. Her head jerked involuntarily, and she automatically pulled
away, her mouth screwed in repulsion. Swallowing involuntarily, and
taking a deep breath, she looked at me guiltily, her eyes plaintive and
apologetic, at not being able to adjust to the taste of my cock.
Though I was aroused to the hilt, and almost beyond the realms of self
control, I found myself sympathizing with her. "It's alright, baby ... it's
alright ... you don't have to do it..." I said softly, sitting up partly on the
mattress, and reaching out to touch her cheek. "Come here..." I said to
her gently, tugging at her arm, asking her to come towards me. The
expression was so plaintive, that it touched my heart.
She was almost on the verge of tears, and her large eyes were brimming
with them, even as her lips quivered. Swallowing once again, she took a
deep breath, and shook her head, as if determined not to give up. Before
I could react, she once again lowered her mouth to my cock and took it
inside her mouth, leaving me gasping with surprise. A tiny gurgling
sound emanated from deep within her throat, as she screwed her eyes
shut, and opened her thin lipped mouth wide, in a desperate attempt to
take my cock inside.
"Ummmffffff..." she gasped, as she thrust her mouth down on my cock
awkwardly, the tip of my cock hitting the base of her uninitiated, tender
mouth. I saw her Adam's apple bob, and her body gave a little shudder,
as she gagged involuntarily on my swollen cock. Without warning, she
retched, and threw up, her slender frame wracking, as some hot bile
spilled out of her mouth. Alarmed, I sat up, and yanked her head off my
cock. "Baby, enough..." I hissed, grabbing her by her shoulders and
pulling her to me.
My lust suddenly took a backseat, as the poor, virgin Mini, broke down,
her body shuddering with her sobs. "Ohh, baby..." I cried out, my heart
going out to this teenage girl. The tears were streaming down her cheeks,
and soem phlegm was also drooling down her nostrils. Grabbing hold of
my discarded t-shirt, I took her in my arms, and resting her weeping
form against my chest, I wiped her face clean of the tears, phlegm, and
bile.
Continuing to sob, I heard her mumble "I'm so sorry, bhaiyyaa ... I'm so
sorry..." still unable to come to terms with the fact that she had failed so
miserably in her attempts to please me. Feeling thoroughly disgusted
with myself, I held her in my arms, gently caressing her trembling body,
whispering sweet words of solace to her. "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry..." she
kept repeating, amidst sobs, her body continuing to heave.
"Hush, baby ... hush..." I soothed her, pulling her face up by her chin.
Looking into her tear streaked face, I smiled and said to her gently "It
doesn't matter, baby ... bhaiyya still loves you..." my voice soft and
soothing. "Nooo..." she cried, breaking into a fresh burst of sobs, and
burying her face in her hands " ... you hate me ... you hate me..." she
cried, shaking her head from side to side. Sighing with exasperation, I
took a deep breath to calm myself. Pulling her hands away from her face,
I kissed both her hands, and said "Mini ... look into my eyes..." my tone
firm.
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When she didn't respond, I jerked her hand hard, and repeated "Mini ...
look at me..." my voice rising. With tears still streaming down her dark
face, she looked up blearily, her face wrought with disgust at herself.
"Look into my eyes, Mini ... do you think I can ever hate you... ?" I said
earnestly, my voice soft.

Part - 82
She blinked her eyes rapidly, and angrily wiped her tears away, before
looking into my eyes. She gazed into my eyes for what seemed like an
eternity, oblivious of her nakedness. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." she finally cried
out, as much with anguish as with relief, and flung her arms around my
neck. With a little cry, she wrapped her slender, yet strong arms around
my neck, and smothered me with her embrace.
She clung on to me like a small child, pressing her young, firm body to
mine, and holding on to me as if for dear life. "I love you, bhaiyyaa..." I
heard her whisper hoarsely, her throat still heavy with her crying. "I love
you too, baby..." I found myself saying, as I held her lithe, supple, naked
body in my arms, rocking back and forth gently in an attempt to soothe
her.
Gently, I lay back, pulling me down with her, so that she was practically
lying on top of me, her naked body pressed to mine. My cock, despite the
emotional turmoil, was still rock hard, and rubbed against her thighs, as
she flung her legs across my pelvis.
I could well imagine how miserable a young girl like her would be feeling,
at having failed in her attempt to act like a grown up. Realizing that the
only way to make her feel better about herself would be to have her do
something for me, I said softly "Baby ... see how hard I still am ... it's only
because of you..." gently caressing her bare back.
Lifting her gaze to look at me, she replied "But, bhaiyyaa ... I could not..."
unable to complete her sentence. "You will, baby ... you will ... this is not
the last time..." I said to her with a gentle smile, caressing her cheeks,
and running my fingers along her trembling lips. Seeing that she was still
unconvinced, I said "Now, will you do something for me, baby..." smiling
at her lovingly. "Yes ... yes ... tell me, please..." she blurted, eager to
redeem herself in some way.
Moving my hips so that my hard cock rubbed against her slim, muscular
thighs, I said "Will you stroke me, baby ... with your hand... ?" my voice
ever so gently. "Oh, yes bhaiyyaa ... please ... I will do..." she mumbled
guiltily, grateful that I had not abandoned her. As she tried to sit up to go
towards my cock, I held her in place, and said "No, baby ... just lie here ...
and do it with your hand ... I want to feel your lovely body in my hands..."
smiling at her.
A tiny, tentative smile came to her trembling lips, as she quickly nodded
her head, and snuggled up to me. Resting her head on my shoulder, my
chin touching her skull, she reached down to once again take my cock in
her hand. Without any delay, she looked down at my cock, and quickly
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took hold of it in her hand.

Taking it in her grasp, this time holding it with all her fingers, she began
to stroke it rhythmically. I just lay back, and gazed at the incredibly sexy
body of this young, teenage school girl, lying naked in my arms, her dark
body glistening with sweat, and those incredibly hard, tennis ball sized
breasts pressed against my rib cage, stroking my cock intently.
I had been holding on to my erection for a fair bit of time now, and new
that I was going to ejaculate soon. There was something even more erotic
about the unpracticed and somewhat awkward manner in which she
stroked my cock, and I felt my balls tightening in anticipation. "Do it
faster, Mini..." I found myself urging her, eliciting a soft murmur of
assent from her. Tightening her grip around the shaft of my cock, she
began to pump it faster, holding it upright in her hand.
"Yessss ... that feels so good..." I hissed, more for her benefit than mine,
and clutched her slender back, urging her to stroke me faster. She still
had her right leg draped over my thighs, and her knees were almost
touching my swollen balls, as she jerked my cock intently, watching it in
rapt attention. "Mini ... I'm going to come now..." I groaned, reaching
down to cup her buttocks as I said that.
"Unhh..." she muttered, nodding her head, as she increased the tempo of
stroking me. "Oh, yesss..." I groaned, as I felt my pent up arousal finally
burst, sending a thick, ropey, spurt of my sizzling hot semen shooting out
through the slit of my swollen cock head. Mini gave a tiny yelp of
surprise, as she saw my ejaculation spurt out of my cock, and land on my
belly.
Her fingers automatically tightened around the shaft of my cock, as she
stopped jerking immediately, and just held my cock, watching in rapt
attention, as subsequent bursts of my ejaculation shot out of my cock,
and dribbled down the shaft, forming a little pool of semen at the base of
my cock.
"Phhewww..." I breathed, falling back on my pillow, relieved to have
finally come. The young Mini held on to my cock like something
precious, as she took in the sight of a man ejaculating, perhaps for the
first time in her life. When she finally looked up at me, I smiled at her
weekly, and said "That was lovely, Mini ... it felt so nice ... thank you so
much..." my chest heaving.
It had not been my one of strongest orgasms, but it definitely had been
one of the most emotionally satisfying ones. "So much better than
fucking those sluttish village girls..." I thought to myself wryly, even a I
reached out to caress Mini's cheeks. There was a hint of a smile on her
face, flushed with excitement as she was; and I was relieved to see that
she was beginning to feel better about herself now.
As she continued to gaze at me lovingly, I said "You were great, Mini ...
you were fantastic..." trying my best to make her feel good about herself.
She blushed at that, and smiled shyly, still not letting go of the shaft of
my cock which had begun to go limp now. "Now let me clean up..." I said
to her with a little laugh, gently pushing her away from me, and sitting
up in the mattress.
She watched me, tenderness writ all over her face, as took my discarded
underwear, and wiped myself clean. Tucking the crumpled underwear
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under the mattress, I reached out to take the bottle of water that Sarla
bhabhi had placed by the side of sofa. Offering her the bottle, I said
"Drink some water, baby ... I know you are thirsty..." smiling at her
warmly.
She took the bottle from me silently, and drank from it thirstily, before
handing the bottle back to me. After I'd quenched my thirst too, I turned
to her and said "Now we better get dressed..." chuckling good naturedly.
Blushing at my remark, she sat up and put on her bra. Then she
proceeded to slip the oversized gown over her head, even as I pulled the
track pants over my legs.
As she sat there on the edge of the mattress, watching me like I was some
hero, I reached out to her and kissed her softly on the lips. "Thank you,
Mini..." I said to her softly, as I pulled my lips away from hers. "Thank
you ... bhaiyyaa..." she replied simply, the simple, straightforward look
back on her face. With the much anticipated encounter behind us, we lay
back in our respective places; Mini on the couch and me on the mattress
below.
Turning to her side, she dangled her hand down, and reached out to take
my hand in hers. Holding my hand in hers, she wished me good night,
and closed her eyes; a somewhat content look on her face. I watched her
lie there, her eyes closed, and her breathing regular, as the tired girl
drifted off to sleep content in the knowledge that she'd spent a special
night with me. With a sigh, I too closed my eyes and lay back on the
mattress, content with myself. Soon, with the sound of Mini's regular
breathing in the background, I too drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, feeling the warmth of a soft body against
mine. I sat up with a start, fearful for a moment that Mini might have
come and lied down next to me sometime during the night. As I jerked
my head to glance at who it was, relieved coursed through me. For it was
not Mini, but the luscious Sarla bhabhi who lay curled up against me, her
arms draped around me from behind.
My movements woke her up too, and as her sleepy eyes flitted open, she
gave me lazy, sleepy smile. "Good morning, beta..." she wished me
cheerfully, her fresh from sleep face creasing in a broad smile. "Uh, good
morning, aunty..." I mumbled, alarmed at how she could have come and
lain with me so openly, especially when Mini and her cousin were in the
house. Catching the nervous look on my face, she chuckled and said
"Don't worry, beta ... there is no one in the house..." rubbing her sleepy
eyes, as she smiled at me.
"But, Mini... ?" I mumbled, my head still foggy from sleep. "Oh, she had
to go to school, beta ... so they left early in the morning ... you were
sleeping so peacefully that I didn't feel like waking you up ... so I dropped
them home in the car..." she said cheerfully, ruffling my hair fondly.
That's when I took a good look at Sarla bhabhi, and realized that she was
clad in a petticoat and sleeveless blouse only.
I figured that she'd have changed into a saree to drop Mini and her
cousin home, and upon getting back, would have discarded her saree,
before getting into bed with me. Suddenly, I was conscious of the fact
that I was still bare-chested, and began to search for my t-shirt.
"What's the hurry, beta ... you don't have a school to go to anymore ... do
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you... ?" she asked me teasingly, her merry eyes twinkling with laughter.
"Yeah, you're right, aunty..." I replied with a laugh, realizing that my 36-
year old married neighbour was inviting me spend some more time in
bed with her. Reaching up to place her delicate, manicured fingers on my
thigh, she said seductively "I wanted you so badly yesterday night, beta ...
I even tried to wake you up..." her lips pouting sexily.
That's when memories of last night came flooding back to me, and I felt
my cock harden instantly, as I thought about the luscious Sarla bhabhi
jerking off the strapping, young Biju, and even giving him a blowjob. I
was about to blurt about that I'd seen what she'd been up to, but held
myself in check somehow. I figured it was better to a few aces up my
sleeve with her. "Oh, aunty..." I groaned, portraying arousal "I was so
turned on yesterday night ... and that Mini ... she just did not go inside ...
so there was nothing I could do..." pouting my lips in pretentious
disappointment.
As she smiled knowingly, I continued "Finally ... I had to go to the
bathroom, and..." leaving the rest unsaid, and smiling shyly, letting her
know with my eyes that I eventually had to masturbate. "Oh, so sad..."
she purred sexily, her fingers creeping to my crotch, and caressing my
rapidly hardening penis through the thick fabric of my track pants.

Part - 83
"Well, we have all the time in the world now..." she said, that patented
teasing smile playing on her lush pink lips. "Yes..." I gasped, feeling my
cock respond to the ministrations of her fingers inside my pants.
Responding with alacrity, she sat up on the mattress and gently pushed
me down on my back. As she swung one leg across me and straddled my
pelvis, I said "Aunty ... you looked so absolutely lovely yesterday night..."
looking her in the eye with a smile.
"Oh, come on ... don't try to flatter me..." she chided me, playfully pulling
my cheek as she sat on to of me. "No, really..." I exclaimed " ... you looked
so ... so sexy ... all the guys were looking only at you..." continuing to
smile as she soaked in my adulation. "Oh, so sweet..." she purred, leaning
forward slightly, and presenting me with a clear view of her luscious
cleavage of her sleeveless blouse. "I just couldn't keep my eyes off you..."
I said, continuing to flatter her, before adding " ... and neither could poor
Biju..." unable to keep myself from taking a dig at her.
She blushed upon hearing Biju's name, and the color rushed to her
cheeks. "Ohh, don't tease him ... he's such a sweet boy..." she protested,
trying hard to keep her embarrassment in check. "I'm not denying that..."
I replied with a chuckle, before adding " ... all I'm saying is that he had
his jaw hanging all the time he was with you ... I'm surprised I didn't see
him drooling..." laughing heartily as I said that.
"You naughty boy..." she chided me good naturedly, before leaning
forward, and resting the palms of her hands on either side of head " ... I
saw how you were looking at Amisha's friend..." retorting my teasing me
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in turn. I froze for a moment, wondering how she'd sensed the chemistry
between me and Mini. "Who are you talking about... ?" I asked,
pretending ignorance. "Oh, don't try to fool your aunty ... I'm talking
about that pretty girl, Krutika..." she responded, smiling merrily once
again, her teasing eyes shining.
"Ohh..." I mumbled, relieved that it was not Mini that she'd been
referring to. Allowing a shy smile to come on my lips, I said "Umm, yes ...
she looked very pretty..." my voice sounding self conscious. As she smiled
knowingly, her black & gold mangalsutra dangling enticingly between the
deep cut neck of her blouse, I added "But not as gorgeous as you,
aunty..." smiling lasciviously at her. "Oh, you maskhebaaz..." she chided
me, pleased nonetheless at my remark.
My cock had hardened fully by now, and was nuzzling against the
softness of her butt from behind. "I need you, aunty..." I croaked, my
voice thick with lust. "I'm here, beta ... and I'm all yours..." she cooed
seductively, gyrating her buttocks on my pelvis, causing my rigid cock
inside my pants to rub against her soft, rounded buttocks.
My eyes were on the enticing cleavage between her luscious milky white
breasts, enhanced by the deep neck of her sleeveless blouse. Seeing me
gaze at her breasts hungrily, she said "You want to see my breasts, beta...
?" her voice thick, yet teasing.
"Oh, yesss..." I groaned, turned on immensely by the fact that she was
actually expressing this with words. The teasing smile continuing to play
on her lips, she sat back, and began to slowly open the hooks of her
sleeveless blouse, revealing the black, lacy bra inside. Once again, I
marveled at how lovely her milky white skin was, and those soft, luscious
36-C breasts, looked inside that lacy, black bra.
Pulling the blouse down her arms, she dropped it by her side, and
cupping her luscious breasts through the bra, said to me seductively "You
remember this one, don't you, beta... ?" referring to the bra that she
wore. That's when I realized that this was one of the bras that we'd
bought, when I'd taken her shopping to the store where Sapna worked.
"Yes..." I gasped, nodding enthusiastically, even as she reached behind
her back to unclasp the hook of her bra.
As the hook came undone, the cups of her bra fell forward, her soft,
luscious breasts settling on her chest with their weight. Shrugging her
shoulders, she let her bra slide down her shoulders, baring those milky
white, juicy breasts to me. I'd had my share of tits over the last month or
so, and yet, Sarla bhabhi's moderately sized 36-C breasts left me dry
mouthed, those pinkish-brown nipples, capped by light brown aereolas,
making me salivate.
"Oh, aunty ... I missed them..." I groaned, running my tongue across my
lips, my eyes locked on the sheer eroticism of her bared breasts. "They
missed you too, beta..." she sighed, shaking her shoulders gently to make
her ripe, lush breasts jiggle enticingly. With a groan, I reached for her
breasts with both my hands, and squeezed them lovingly, relishing the
feel of her soft, fleshy breasts in my hand.
"Yes, beta..." she hissed encouragingly, leaning forward to dangle her
breasts in front of me. As I cupped and squeezed her soft tit-flesh, my
fingers automatically took hold of her pinkish brown erect nipples, and
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squeezed them, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from her. She responded
by leaning forward further, and dangling her breasts inches away from
my lips, even as she pushed her butt back, and pressed them to my
throbbing cock inside my track pants.
"Ummmm..." I moaned, opening my mouth to flick her erect light brown
nipples with my tongue, eliciting soft gurgles of pleasure from her throat.
She was swaying her torso from side to side, teasingly grazing her breasts
against my lips, those erect nipples brushing against my face. "Suck on
them, beta..." I heard her say to me in a thick whisper, even as she
ground her butt on my cock, trying to get a feel of my manhood under
her son's track pants. With a groan, I opened my mouth and took her
proffered tit flesh into my mouth, sucking as much of it as I could into
my mouth, and lashing my tongue against her inflamed nipples.
"Yessss..." I heard her hiss, throwing back her head in pleasure, as I
sucked on her luscious, dangling breasts hungrily. As I pulled away my
mouth from her breasts to take a deep breath, she quickly bent forward,
and began to run her tongue in my ear, making me squirm. She
continued to run her tongue on my ear, before sliding it down to my
neck, and then down to my chest. She held my arms pinned to my sides,
as she knelt on top of me, and flicked her wet, pink tongue across my
nipples, before sliding her tongue downward towards my belly.
She seemed to a woman in a hurry, and the initiative she was taking was
turning me on immensely. As her tongue flicked in the cavity of my belly
button, causing me to squirm violently, I felt her fingers slide uner the
thick waist band of my track pants, and slide them down quickly. As I
involuntarily raised my butt to allow her to slide my slacks down, my
erect cock sprang out and slapped against my belly. "Ooohh, beta ...
you're so hard..." she crooned, her voice dripping with honey.

Part - 84
"Ummm..." she moaned, as she lovingly took hold of my rock hard cock
in her soft hands, and ran it all over her face, teasing it with her cheeks,
nose, and lips. "Auntieee..." I groaned, squirming with pleasure as she
teased my straining cock with the smooth skin of her face. Continuing to
hold my cock upright by its shaft, she kept rubbing it against her cheeks
and lips, as she gazed at me lustily and asked "Yes, beta ... tell me... ?" her
tone seductive.
"Auntieee ... I want you to..." I gasped, unable to continue, as I was

overcome by the sensations of her teasing my rock hard cock with her
soft skin. "You want me to... ?" she breathed huskily, a tantalizing smile
playing on her lush pink lips, as she gazed at my tortured face. "You want
aunty to suck it, beta... ?" she finally breathed, her voice thick with
arousal. "Yessss ... oh, yessss..." I groaned, immensely turned on by the
fact that she was making me say it.
With a little smile on her lips, she parted her lips, and began to lick on
the swollen tip of my cock with her tongue. "Ohhhhh..." I gasped, as I felt
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the wetness of her tongue cool the seething hotness of my throbbing

cock. Taking a firm grip of the shaft in her milky white hands, she
proceeded to lick the swollen head of my cock lovingly; uttering soft
throat moans all the time. As I squirmed around violently, she proceeded
to open her mouth, and slowly took in the swollen tip into her mouth.
"Ohh, auntieee..." I groaned again, reaching down to grab hold of her
shoulders. "Ummmm..." she moaned in response, as she began to
lovingly roll the tip of my cock inside her mouth, lashing the tongue
against it, as if enjoying a delicious mouth watering candy. I had to hand
it to her, for there was no one who could suck cock better than her. Given
the fact that I had my early morning hard-on, I knew that I couldn't hold
on for too long, as I tended to come quite quickly in the mornings.
"Aunty..." I hissed through, clenched teeth, tugging at her shoulders.
Letting my cock slip out of her mouth, she looked at me and asked "Yes,
beta... ?" her face flushed with excitement. "Aunty, I want to..." I gasped,
unable to get myself to say what I wanted to. "Yes, beta ... you want to ...
what... ?" she asked, the smile beginning to play on her lips again as she
teased me out of habit. As I threw my head from side to side, she smiled
seductively, and asked "Tell me, beta ... you want to fuck me... ?" her eyes
burning with desire, even though her lips continued to smile
tantalizingly.
Hearing these words emitted by the sexy, immensely desirable, 36-year
old housewife, I felt my cock give a violent jerk. Arching my neck, I said
to her hoarsely "Oh yes, aunty ... I want to fuck you..." my voice sounding
more like a croak. "Say that again beta ... I want to hear you say that..."
she hissed, her face flushed with arousal, and her eyes blazing. "I want
you to fuck me, auntie..." I groaned, reaching out to squeeze one of her
dangling, ripe, milky white breasts with my hand.
"Ohhh, betaaaa..." she cried out, turned on by hearing me say these
words, as she quickly straddled my pelvis, and began to pull up her
petticoat. Owing to the petticoat, I couldn't see her pussy, but I gave an
involuntary shudder when she reached under the folds of her petticoat
and guided my erect phallus to the opening of her waiting cunt. As the tip
of my penis grazed against the trimmed hair of her 36-year old pussy, I
let out a soft moan of pleasure in anticipation.
Supporting herself, with her knees on either side of pelvis, she moved her
hips back and forth, rubbing the wetness of her vagina against the rock
hard shaft of my penis. "Can you feel how wet aunty is, beta... ?" she
whispered in a thick voice, her inflamed eyes gazing into mine. "Yess..." I
hissed, my cock relishing the sensations. "Do you want me to take you
inside me now, beta... ?" she hissed again, continuing to tantalize me
with her aroused talking. "Yes, aunty ... yes..." I gasped, unable to bear
the sensations any more.
With a groan, she reached between her thighs under the petticoat, and
guided my quivering penis to the moist opening of her juicy cunt.
"Uuunnhhh..." she let out an aroused moan, as I felt the shaft of my cock,
slithering into the juicy wetness of her mature cunt. She was aroused to
the hilt, and the ease with which my cock slid into her pussy was a
testimony to that.
"I have been waiting since yesterday night, betaaa..." she groaned, her
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voice thick with arousal, as she settled her weight on me, and let my cock
plunge into the juicy, ripe depth of her cunt. "Like this, beta... ?" She
asked me through her parted lips, as she began to grind her hips on
mine, sending my cock slithering in and out of her juicy, wet pussy.
"Ohh, yesss..." I groaned, the sensations of her steaming, hot cunt
sending currents of pleasure down my spine.
Her soft, full, ripe, milky white 36-C breasts were wobbling enticingly on
top of me, as she moved her hips back and forth, completely overcome by
her desire for my thick cock. As I ran my tongue involuntarily over my
parched lips, she whispered "Suck on my breasts, beta ... suck on them..."
her voice thick with arousal. With a groan, I arched my neck upwards,
and clamped my mouth on her dangling breasts, cupping them with my
hands at the same time, and mauling them like a man possessed.
"Yesss..." she groaned, her excitement mounting, as she quickly planted
the soles of her feet on the mattress, and squatted over me. Leaning
forward to place her hands on either side of my chest, she began to raise
and lower her butt, sending my cock thrusting into the aroused depths of
her cunt with each downward thrust. The sight of the incredibly hot Sarla
bhabhi, her creamy white complexion gleaming, her hair disheveled and
falling over her face, and her lush, ripe, milky white breasts capped with
those erotic pinkish nipples jiggling enticingly, nearly drove me mad.
I began to reciprocate by thrusting my hips upwards, timing myself to
her downward thrusts, the sounds of her butt slapping against my pelvis,
sounding strangely erotic. Her milky white, pretty face was flushed red
with blood, and her lips were parted, her breath escaping them in
shallow gasps, as she fucked me with gusto. I marveled at how aroused
she was, and realized that she probably had been bottling up her desires
for quite some time now.
As she continued to pump her cunt on my cock relentlessly, gasping for
breath, I could sense that she was beginning to tire. She was moaning
incessantly, and I saw her flushed face contorting as the first waves of her
orgasm began to course through her body. Beginning to feel her cunt
muscles twitch and clamp on my cock, I realized that I would explode any
moment too. Reaching out for her, I squeezed her soft, fleshy arms, and
said "Auntiee ... lie down ... let me..." conveying to her that I wanted to
get on top now.
Relieved at the offer, she nodded, and fell forward on me. With her
collapsing on me, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and rolled over,
not letting my cock slip out of her cunt, as I came on top of her. As she
fell on to her back, I positioned myself between her outstretched thighs,
and roughly pushed her petticoat up, to gaze at my cock buried inside her
moist, inflamed pussy.
"Fuck me, beta ... fuck me..." I heard her cry out, as she looked into my
eyes, her own eyes burning with desire. On a sudden impulse, I reached
out for one of her uplifted thighs, and swung it to one side, making her lie
down with her back on the mattress, but with both her legs twisted to one
side, her thighs pressed together. In this position, I could fuck her
enjoying the best of both worlds, the comfort of the missionary position,
and the eroticism of the doggy style.
"Ohh, yesss..." she groaned encouragingly, thrilled to see me take the
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initiative. Holding her soft, luscious, milky white butt in my hand, I

began to fuck her from behind, even as she lay with her torso twisted
towards me; her soft breasts jiggling with each thrust. Suddenly, she
arched her neck and her hands spread out wide, clutching the bed sheet,
as she let out a little scream of pleasure. I felt her dripping wet cunt,
clamp down on my cock, and squeeze them pulsatingly.
Her cuntal muscles spasmed, and almost milked my cock, as I felt my
balls also tightening, and my fresh, early morning semen begin its short
journey from my scrotal sacs to her vaginal receptacle. Her red glass
bangles jingled, as she thrashed about violently, even as I held her by her
waist firmly, and kept ramming my cock into her cunt from behind. As
her orgasm ravaged her body, her torso twisted at an impossible angle,
and her lush pink lips opened to emit prolonged cry of sheer ecstasy.
With a loud groan, I too shot my load deep inside her cunt, continuing to
thrust savagely, even as my cock spewed forth its load of boiling, hot
semen. As her cries fizzled down to a moan, I too collapsed on her,
having ejaculated the last burst of my prodigious semen. We lay there
gasping for breath, my cock still trapped between her thighs, inside her
cunt, trying to get our heartbeat under control. After a while, I rolled off
her, and held her from behind in my arms, my spent cock still nuzzled
against the crack of her luscious ass. As we lay there, I felt my hot jism
oozing out of her cunt, and dripping down the insides of her thighs, on to
the bed sheet.
Spent, both Sarla bhabhi and I lay there on the mattress for some time,
before I felt the urge to take a piss. By the time I came out of the toilet,
she'd gotten up, and was making tea for me in the kitchen. Her pent up
sexual hunger having been satiated, she was back to her cheerful,
flirtatious self, and tried her best to convince me to spend the rest of the
day with her. But, if there was anything I'd learned over the years, it was
that familiarity invariably led to contempt. Declining her invitation
politely, I took leave of her and returned to my house.

THE END
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10/02/2019

Adultery Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) by

Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) by Hardy Boys

A tale of teenage lust is a coming of age story a an Indian

adventures with older women as well as other teenage girls.

*i am not the original uploader.

RE: Tale of Teenage Lust - Reupload - Rameshmallu - 13th November, 2018

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Part - 1 - Heisenberg - 13th November, 2018

I woke up to the sounds of the maid in the neighboring house washing

masturbating at least thrice a day.

ghagras raised up above their knees.

My mother was prone to gossiping with the neighborhood women, and

his mother to take care of him.

on my jeans, and was about to pull on a t-shirt, when I thought of an

As I closed the door, I decided I needed to do something to get Kalpana

just finishing my bath". Jatin bhai followed Jignesh outside, and

I finished my work-out at the gym, and reached home at around 8 pm.

skin of her knees and thighs.

I showered, finished my dinner, and headed for Kalpana aunty's house.

dropped in to return the tiffin. He was effusive in his thanks, muttering

Part - 2 - Heisenberg - 13th November, 2018

As she hopped back to the changing room, I nodded at Sapna, who

I quickly gave instructions to Sapna, who returned with a sexy two-piece

Part - 3 - Heisenberg - 15th November, 2018

My cock jerked spontaneously at the sight, and I felt Jigna move by my

through the opening made by the buttons at the back.

In the meantime, inside, on another grunt from Jatin bhai, Kalpana

His heavy slob of a body shook and shuddered as he came, ejaculating

juices. As my finger touched her slit, she shuddered uncontrollably again

Bending forward, I began to lick the insides of my thighs, slowly moving

Part - 4 - Heisenberg - 15th November, 2018

She clutched my cock hard, and began to pump it awkwardly, pulling my

out through my cock.

"Jigna ... I am going to cum baby..." I whispered huskily, as I clutched at

There was a look of intense concentration on her face as she watched my

We lay there quietly in that position as I waited for my breathing to come

turned to me with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry Jignesh bhai"

She seemed surprised, and after a moment of hesitation, extended her

I nodded in understanding and said "I see..." But I still couldn't

fidgeting with her skirt, and looking down at the floor.

cans of Coke from the fridge, and grabbing my hand, pulled me to a

I smiled to myself and thought "Sali ke nakhre to dekho". (Look at her

Part - 5 - Heisenberg - 16th November, 2018

18-year old Pushpa wore a bottle-green ghagra with embroidery on it, a

As they stood waiting, Sarla bhabhi addressed them sternly "This is

"Don't worry memsahib, we won't give him any reason to complain"

counter and came rushing to me. He pumped my hand enthusiastically

As I appraised her without any expression on my face, I saw her looking

As she moved aside to let me appraise her, I stood up and walked up to

I turned around to see Sapna standing their quietly. She smiled as I

another 500 rupee note on the counter in front of Sapna.

Sapna's jaw dropped in astonishment, but she quickly recovered herself,

Part - 6 - Heisenberg - 16th November, 2018

As I was counting the reps, I noticed a figure standing in the adjacent

Turning back to me, he said in an accusing tone "But she is refusing to

I shifted closer to her, my thighs pressed against hers, and putting my

She looked at me with an expression of gratefulness and tenderness in