My Story by Vinman (repeat)

[Dreamer0410]

Dear All, 

I am Vinman with a different id now.

Saw 2-3 requests for reposting "My Story."

Thank you for all your support and love. Never thought you guys would remember it now.

Since it is all written and done, so would be posting updates without bothering about your remarks, though a few comments / remarks won't hurt me at all.

Regards

[Dreamer0410]

As I sit back and look at my life of 35years, I would say I have been particularly lucky.  Was born in a very good, cultured family, got the best education, had good physique with extra load in the place where it matters and most important had more than my fair share of luck with the fairer sex …

 

The story will be told as a third person account since I am not very comfortable in using “I” so many times.  My nick name is Vicky and the same name will be used during the course of this story I pen down.

 

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Vicky was born in an upper caste Punjabi ***** family, brought up in upper middle class colony in Delhi.  His parents were both government servants and had an elder sister (a studious one).  Vicky was quite good at studies from early childhood and had been a rank holder during his school and college days.

 

It is a known fact that girls do love the studious ones, in junior classes, especially, if they are a bit cute looking.  Vicky had turned to be a very handsome young man but was very cute in his childhood.  Studies and looks made him one of the more popular students in his school.

 

Vicky was in 7th standard and was on the verge of reaching teenage when he had first opportunity to experience female charms from close quarters.  There was a girl named Sheetal in his class.  Girls usually grow-up earlier than boys in these young years.  Sheetal had been asking him to teach Maths.  One fine day he agreed and it was decided that Vicky will go to Sheetal’s house to teach her after school hours. 

 

Before we reach Sheetal’s house, let us talk about her and her family.  Sheetal was a budding beauty.  Very fair and sharp features with god gifted silky smooth hair.  She had a soft glowing skin.  A very cute ass to boot (at the age of 12) with tits, a couple of sizes bigger for girls her age.  She had an elder sister, Niti, 17, a complete knockout.  Big boobs, a big round ass, with an attitude to match.  Long silky hair, big boobs and great ass, perhaps it ran in the family.  Niti also studied in the same school as them and was very famous among the boys.  The junior classes looked forward to Niti’s “prefect” duties of managing the class.  Vicky reached her house at the agreed time.  He had a habit of being punctual, but Sheetal did not.  Thinking that Vicky will come a bit late she had gone to the market with only Niti at home.  Though she had told her sister that Vicky would come. 

 

Vicky reached and pressed the door bell, Niti was expecting him but did not change, she was in the same dress as she was with Sheetal and needless to say that the dress was pretty hot. She was wearing a short, pretty short short – we should say - and white sleeveless top struggling to reach the navel and was very tight.  The awesome twosome rest proudly on her chest, confined in a cotton top, were in full glory.  Vicky was standing one step below in the staircase, which meant that the globes were actually staring right in his face.  Vicky was perplexed but Niti was not, she very casually asked him to come in.  As she turned back, Vicky had a good long look at her rear.  Top of her back being exposed by the straps hold her sleeveless top with an exposed lower back, a short containing the full fleshly round ass and then came in the well toned and well waxed legs.  Vicky may not have had first hand experience but the charms of the opposite sex were not lost on him either.  He had a good memory and had made a note of the sight before him.  Unknown to him, Niti was helping herself to a nice chuckle.  Little did he know that the show put up for him was for the privileged ones only and was to distract him. 

 

She asked him to be seated.  Vicky looked around.  It was a drawing room of an upper middle class family.  All the necessary furniture and decorations were in place.  The house in general was very neat & tidy and well maintained.   He sat down on a sofa set and Niti came and sat on the carpet below and about 3-4 feet away from him.  As she sat, leaning forward, he could see the beautiful cleavage with his line of sight going straight to just above her nipples.  What a sight that was!! Perfect round creamy globes in all their glory.  He could see the creamy white upper part of the more than a handful pair of boobs with the distance and angles blocking the access of his eyes to nipples.  He was guessing that since she is so fair the nipples must be of pink or light pink colour.  There was a familiar movement in his loins.  The movement happened everytime he saw the charms of female body, be it a cleavage of a teacher, neighbour aunty or any hot looking female.  He had read in the Science book of erection but he still found it odd. 

 

He had learnt by observation that even at that age, his penis was bigger than his classmates by some distance and hence the tent that used to get formed was very discernable to the eye.  Niti had also seen the focus and had chuckled to herself at the predicament of the youngster.   Vicky tried to cover the impending tent formation in his shorts by casually picking up a cushion to cover it, but before he could do so, Niti had seen it and had noted the size of tent and deep down had made a note of it.  A smile crossed her lips and they slightly parted.  Vicky was no fool, he had seen Niti eyeing his crotch and he also had made a note of it.  Perhaps he was innocent or rather didn’t know what to do or was afraid but at that time he could not take it any further. 

 

She wanted to carry on the show for some time more.  Niti moved on to the bed in the room adjacent to the sofa and was lying on her stomach with the weight resting on her elbows.  Niti started a small talk with him and asked him about studies in general.  Later she moved to the topic of girl friends and asked him if he had any.  Vicky’s face turned red and she laughed at her innocence and was probing him further on how he found Sheetal and was there any other girl in his school or neighbourhood.  The innocence was suiting Vicky as well and Niti was in same position for a long time and the nipples which were out of sight earlier were there in all their beauty to be looked at.  He had correctly guessed the colour of aerolas and nipples being pink in colour.  Suddenly pink colour which he never liked was such a favourite of his.  He was liking what was being shown but did not go any further. 

 

Sheetal had just returned from the market and one look at Niti and she understood what was going in her sibling’s mind.  Cannot say what was it but Sheetal went to her room and perhaps dressed in a vengeance.  Vicky was not complaining, this budding beauty or FUTUC – Future Toat Under Construction (Toat in North India is a slang term used for a beauty / hottie).  Vicky smiled at the acronym he had just coined, pronounced with ‘U’ as in umbrella and sound of C as of K.  If Niti was the Current Toat, Sheetal was definitely the FUTUC.

 

Sheetal came to Vicky and after some unnecessary chit chat brought her books.  He was also relieved that he was going to go back to the arithmetical figures, little did he know that during the course of his life the female form figures would keep him much occupied.  Sheetal was sitting to his right hand side and had opened the Maths book and they started with the dreaded Algebra.  She was sitting quite close to him and her naked arms were touching his and her smooth as silk legs were in touch with his.  This time round he was better prepared.  In an attempt to look like teaching her, he moved closer to her and trying to show how to go about it, his right elbow was pressing into the budding titties of Sheetal.  She did not object, he did not withdraw.  The movement in his loins was not to be hidden.  He allowed the tent formation in his shorts to take shape and saw Sheetal taking quick looks at it. 

 

The elder sibling meanwhile had moved to the adjacent room and had drawn the curtains and was changing her clothes.  He could not see her naked but when Sheetal gone to fetch a glass of water for him, he saw a bra and panty clad Niti with her arms stretched behind her back causing the twins globes of pleasure to thrust forward, the arch formation in her back caused the ass to move further back.  What a sight it was for the youngster.  The show got over before Sheetal came back in the room.  However, Vicky sat at some distance from Sheetal this time and found that Sheetal had moved a few inches closer to him.  Niti announced that she had to go out with her friends and walked out in a jeans and T-Shirt.  Niti was sure that Vicky had seen her in semi naked state.

 

The elbow pressing of Sheetal’s boobs continued with her silky skin being in constant touch and the tent formation being more permanent in his shorts.  At one point, Sheetal was trying to pick up a pencil which was on Vicky’s left and in doing so she went across his laps and her boobs were pressing his erection and he saw her creamy silky skin.  He was sure that Sheetal did this deliberately and was in that position much longer than required.  Vicky did not go further and when she straightened announced that it was enough for the day but promised Sheetal that they can continue the next day.  Sheetal though upset at the sudden end of training session but was happy at the chance of meeting the next day.  Vicky was also happy at the prospect of seeing Niti and Sheetal the next day also.

 

Next day Sheetal met him in school first and asked him to come and teach her at her house like yesterday.  Vicky was thinking more of Niti and readily said yes.  He went home, took lunch, finished his home work, picked up his bicycle and raced towards Sheetal’s house.  For a change he was wearing a very lose underwear.  He had noticed that any erection in that particular lose underwear used to look bigger that the normal tight ones.  He wanted to show Niti that he has grown.  But today Sheetal had not told Niti of his visit, she went to her friends place, perhaps sibling jealousy you could say.  If Vicky had prepared himself, so had Sheetal, she was wearing the skimpiest of outfits.  A halter top with bare back and a bit short in length.  She wore a very short mini skirt to match it.  People with a very fair skin enjoy the benefit of ability to carry off any thing.  Sheetal opened the door and took him in.  The books were spread on her bed in her room and she wanted to study there. 

 

Vicky had carefully noted the change and smiled.  After that both of them sat on the bed taking the support of a couple of pillows supported by the wall.  The legs and arms were in direct contact, the first time of yesterday had become the normal today.  Vicky switched on his teacher mode and was teaching algebra pretty seriously.  Sheetal was not able to comprehend and was making silly mistakes.  During the session, he very casually rested his left arm across her left shoulder and it continued at its resting place.  The hand moved a few times to appreciate the texture of her skin of her shoulders and bare back.  The movement was not lost on Sheetal but she was happy that his hand was tracing her back rather than her sister’s.  Who said sibling rivalry was bad.

 

Sheetal was making the most basic of the mistakes, in his frustration, he said what will it take to make her do the sums correctly.  She was not expecting the shouting, tears formed in her beautiful eyes.  Tears are biggest weapon that a girl has.  Vicky realized his mistake and held her close to him and instantaneously gave a peck on her cheek.  He thought Sheetal may explode but it had the opposite effect, she actually smiled at his gesture.

 

He was relieved and said that he would give a peck on her cheek for every correct sum.  Sheetal was very happy on hearing this and started off with renewed energy.  After making a few mistakes, she did her first sum correctly of the day.  Vicky was very happy seeing this and promptly gave a peck on her cheek.  It was not a peck but a lingering kiss on the cheek leaving a wet spot on her face. Sheetal had let it remain there and continued with the maths sums, she did three sums in a row correctly following which she got kisses on her cheek, one lingering longer than the other and leaving wetter marks on her cheeks.  It was past 6pm and time for her parents to come back home.  Thinking about it he proceeded towards home thinking of progress of the day, one in studies and one in proximity.

 

The following two days were the weekend and he did not go to Sheetal’s place but it was his first time that he watched a double x rated movie at his friends place, he noticed the intertwining of tongues during long spells of kisses, boob sucking, oral sex, giving pleasure to females with non-penetrative sex.

 

On Monday, Sheetal asked him asked for some more help after school hours and thinking of the lingering kisses, he agreed promptly.  That day when he reached at her place at around 3.30pm, he was greeted by a beautiful sight of Sheetal standing in a one piece backless dress ending well before knees.  They went to the her room in same position as the last time and the studies started.  He told her that the sums would get tougher, she said with a naughty smile that the prize should also increase, what else he could have asked for and hence agreed.

 

The difficulty level of the sums increased but after a couple of tries Sheetal managed to crack the first difficult one and triumphantly looked at him for the reward.  Vicky brought his hands behind her head and with one hand on her neck and the other on head placed his lips on hers. This went on for a few seconds and then he moved back.  Both were a bit perplexed and didn’t know what to say or do.  Nobody said a word, nobody smiled.  Vicky gave her another sum, she did it right.  He didn’t know what to do, she said – my reward – that was the ice breaker, he brought his lips to hers and placed them there.  After a few seconds, tried to force open her mouth with his tongue and succeeded.  Both tasted each other’s saliva.  The intertwining of the tongues idea was taken from the movie seen a day earlier but executed so perfectly.  Her hands were behind his head, on his back and movement of the hand indicated that she was a willing partner.  After about 2 minutes of kissing, they broke.  He asked more sums, she replied, more rewards – both knew what they wanted – he said let me give the awards in advance.  Another round of kisses, this time they were lying on the bed with their limbs intertwined in the embrace, both adoloscents probing fun of growing up and each other’s body.  With one hand he traced the whole naked back and then pressed the ass globe, she returned the compliment by one hand on his back side.  He was startled but enjoyed it.  He traced one hand to the small budding boobs and slightly pressed them.  Sheetal was in throes of passion and her eyes were closed.  His tongue touched the lower lip sheetal and then proceeded to taste the upper one.  He was trying to remember what all he saw in the movie for the kissing part and tried to replicate it, but after a few seconds backed his instincts rather than movie.  The raw instincts brought in more passionate kissing without breaking for a breath. 

 

Sheetal was on top of Vicky with his hand on her naked back and the other one measuring the roundness of her ass globes and her ever inviting bosom was crashing with his chest.   The hand tracing the roundness of ass moved a bit down and in the intertwining the dress had moved up by quite a few inches and his hand found her soft, baby soft thigh skin in no time.  Sheetal was still focused on his face and wetting it.  Vicky had always enjoyed rains but this rain of kisses was so much better.  The hand on the thigh was rubbing it so gently and was giving equal treatment to both the legs.

 

Suddenly the door bell ranged and sounded the end of round one of the lovemaking session.  The bell brought them to their senses, with both still smiling.  Vicky arranged the books and bed covers and Sheetal went to answer the door after correcting her slightly disheveled appearance.  It was her father, Mr Kapoor, who had returned from his office, albeit a bit early.  He knew Vicky as a good boy.  A boy who was good at studies, sports and came from a respectable family.  Little did he know of the respectable things he was planning with his daughter and willingness of his daughter to partner him in the same. 

 

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The next day both met at the school as if nothing had happened, though, Sheetal did show marginal improvement in Maths which the teacher thought was more due to her tutorial rather than Sheetal.  Wish she knew of the special reward scheme of Vicky.  Vicky understood Sheetal’s game of not showing marked improvement so soon so that the alarms do not turn on!!  During the break, Vicky and Sheetal managed to meet at the water cooler in school to fill their bottles.  He said “Today it will be more difficult sums” she retorted “Rewards should increase then,” what else could he have asked for in life.

 

Like the previous day, Niti was oblivious to Vicky’s arrival as a tutor and had gone out to her friend’s place.  Today it was turn of a one piece back less dress held by two strings in a knot behind her neck.  The dress was of scarlet red colour and strained to reach mid-thigh level.  He thought of dress being actually a size or two shorter than Sheetal’s size.  He was not complaining.  Today he was more confident.  Red was colour of passion and he was also looking forward to some passionate love making (too young for sex though).

 

He closed the door behind him.  As he turned back to proceed, he saw her back side with her slowly moving towards the room in front.  He took a couple of quick steps and held her from behind with his crotch pressing into the lower back or ass crack region.  The arms held her were crossing just below her boobs, Sheetal moved back and allowed herself to lean on Vicky.  Now with one hand she brought her hair to her right shoulder and tilted her head towards right.  He needed no further signal, he brought lips to the nape of her neck and planted a few wet ones. Sheetal was looking forward to some passion but even she did not contemplate the effect of kissing on the nape of her neck.  After a couple of minutes of raining kisses on her shoulder and neck, he turned her around and one hand rested on lower back touching her hips and the one held her neck, slowly he moved forward and measured exposed portions of her chest and also front of her neck gradually moving to her face.  This passion was making his dick go crazy in his jeans but he didn’t know of what it was doing to Sheetal – she was on fire.

 

When Sheetal was about to melt with the heat generated, he disengaged and asked her about maths.  She was aghast – how could he disengage during such heated round of passion, but somehow she managed to say the rewards have to be higher.  The deal was done.  Today Vicky had a plan of action in mind.  He wanted to see Sheetal today, like the day she was born.  They moved to their lucky bed and off they went.  Now during the sums also Vicky was making circles on her naked back with his hands. Sheetal was focused on sums but was enjoying the touches.  She got the sum right but instead of asking for a reward challenged Vicky in Maths. 

 

The challenger will have to do whatever the other one said if the other one got the sum right and vice versa.  Today even she had plans.  Both had planned for the birthday suit for each other.  She challenged him and he accepted.

 

She gave him the first sum which was difficult for Sheetal but not for him. He solved it in no time and looked at Sheetal.  She tried to move a bit but he  with a motion of his index finger asked her to be motionless.  He went behind her, moved her hair on one side, like some time back earlier and united the knot holding the top of her dress.  The front portion of the dress covering her bossom, came down with her beautiful budding tits in front of him and the top was resting in her lap.  He admired the pair and brought her lips closer to the nippies and was about to kiss them, Sheetal was waiting for him to kiss it with a baited breath.  The lips were within hair’s width distance when he decided to retract.  This annoyed her but could not say anything since the winner was to decide the reward.  He gave her a sum, not much difficult, but in her annoyance, she got it all wrong.  Now he moved closer to the exposed twin beauties and planted kisses on the upper swells of her boobs and inched towards the nipples.  He first focused on the left one hold the other one with his left hand and pressed it.  It was the first time for both him and her and both were in a different world.  He sucked, sucked and sucked the left boob and made it wet.  This was much beyond the sensation she had ever felt and was going weak in her knees.  Vicky then licked the full cleavage and moved to the ignored one and the other hand moving to the previous sucked one.  This was getting too much for her and she pressed his face into her bossom with her back arching back.  She was shaking her head from side to side, her face displaying uninhibited lust.  This was the first time she was experiencing such an emotion.  This was unchartered waters for both but the exuberance of youth was taking on the challenge. 

 

As he moved away for some breath, he looked at Sheetal and found her lusty gaze.  He immediately pulled her face closer to him and planted a series of kisses on her face, lips.  He could have pulled her dress down there and then and achieved the objective of the day, but he wanted it to happen at his pace and timing.  It was her turn now, she was still lost in her lusty world when the linear equation in two variables presented a new problem for Sheetal.  Vicky was pretty sure that she would find it very difficult to solve the sum.  He didn’t want her too, neither did she.  After a couple of right steps she got it all wrong and was looking at him with expectant eyes and baited breath.  What a sight that was a topless beauty focusing on the math problem.

 

He kissed her shoulders, nape of her neck, her cheeks, her luscious lips and gently tried to pull the remaining dress down.  She held his hand, he thought it was case of thus far and no further – but he was wrong.  With a smooth stroke, she pulled up the dress over her head.  He had got this wrong !! He was so happy being wrong !!

 

Here she was, standing only in a pink coloured panty in front of Vicky. The maths problems were no longer the problem.  He actually didn’t know what to do and where to start. Vicky looked at himself, fully clothed and there she was with only a small panty to covering the gateway to heaven.  He pulled his t-shirt out and within no time was out of his jeans as well and also went away the vest.  Now both were covering their genitals.  He went to her and embraced her.  Both pair of hands probing each other’s back with faces busy with each other and the two bodies merged like one.  Dick’s full mast attention touching the waist band of her panty.  She felt the hardness on her body and definitely enjoyed it. 

 

Suddenly like an experienced lover he sat on a two seater sofa in her room and appreciated her beauty scanning her from top to bottom and memorizing the sight before him.   Sheetal didn’t expect this turn of event and looked surprised but he didn’t react.  After a few seconds he reached out to Sheetal extending his arm and she also reciprocated by holding his hand.  He pulled her towards her and made her to sit on his lap.  The moment the ass globes rested on his crotch area, she was stunned to feel the hardness on her ass. She never had felt it that way and there was no escape now.  Vicky had sensed her problem but wanted to see her reaction.  A naughty smile escaped from her lips but did not escape his attention.  Now she was ready for anything he thought.  Sheetal was placed side on in such a manner that her back was on his left hand side.  Now he brought her face closer to him and kissed her.  She reciprocated with equal vigour and became active partner.  He was holding the back of her head with his left hand and the right one was busy with the boobs of the beauty.  He started pinching the nipples of her boobs taking them between his thumb and index finger.  Slowly he moved to the upper swells of the bossom planting heavy kisses their and this caused her to breath heavy.  The heavy breathing caused the swells to move up & down prominently.

 

The prominent movement caught his eye and he let her tongue enjoy the swells of the boobs.  Sheetal was in throes of passion and with her eyes closed and head a bit back was enjoying the sensation.  This was something new to her and most enjoyable of the feelings felt till now.  Vicky’s dick was full mast and was now aching trying to get more erect when it could not seeing the sight before it.  The side of Sheetal’s hip was pressing the little monster to his body and the usually slightly loose undergarment was straining to accommodate it.  Now with his right hand, he brought her legs on the sofa and it was a sight to behold.  The left hand was on her back and the right one on her thighs feeling the soft creamy flesh and his mouth on her boobs alternating between the two, with Sheetal’s head hanging and swaying from side to side in ecstasy with slightly opened eyes and the silky hair free to swing with the head.

 

His right hand was busy feeling the thighs and was making the obvious journey to the coveted crotch area of Sheetal.  But the moment his hand reach her panty and touched it, Sheetal as if coming out of a trance stopped his hand and it acted as a signal for him of thus far and no further.  He understood this and moved the hand back to thighs, tracing them to the hips and her cute little ass and slightly squeezed the globes.  Finding no reaction from Sheetal he continued to maul them gently and enjoy.  As his hand reached the elastic band, another round of  “thus far and no further” from Sheetal, to Vicky it was clear case of “thus far and no further” – “for the time being.”  He continued to relish what was on offer. 

 

The bell rang and both came back to life and searched for their clothes.  Sheetal slipped on her one piece in quick motion and he took all his clothes and ran to the nearest bathroom.  Mr Kapoor came back from office, albeit a bit early, could not comprehend the situation of the house, owing to being submerged in his office issues.  Things were not going well for him.  He was working in a private organization. After a couple of minutes, Vicky came out of the bathroom and greetings were exchanged.   Vicky after having a cup of tea with Mr Kapoor left for his home.  Mr. Kapoor was very happy with his dedication in teaching his daughter, the books spread around, made him think of the studies, only if he knew of the new tutorials.

 

For a few next days Vicky could not go to teach her owing to being pre-occupied at home and when he was free, Sheetal told her of Niti’s presence, so he would not go to her place.  This way a couple of weeks passed.  After that there were a couple of rounds of their “love making” but did not proceed further than the undergarments.  He knew his plans of seeing her in birthday suit would succeed, but how was the million dollar question?

 

He was thinking of the next step and the clue cam from a very unlikely source of Biology class.  In those times, there used to a section on Life Reproduction in Biology in Class VII with part 1 of the chapter being devoted to asexual means and the other one on sexual reproduction, specially with respect to mammals.  It also used to have a diagram of a female body specifying her reproductive organs and a diagram of male reproductive organ.  The day the class turned to that chapter, sound of suppressed giggles filled the room to the ire of teacher, but she managed to control her temper.  Ms Anita Chopra, the bio teacher was favourite with the boys because of her deep cut blouse showing ample cleavage and back.  Her temperament left a lot to be desired.  Ms Chopra taught the class in as asexual tones as she could – not much difficult if you are facing kids of age 12-13.  The love birds saw in each others directions, smiled, looked back in the respective books and were lost in their own world.  Perhaps both were thinking of what laid beneath the other’s undergarments.  Who said studies are bad !! No wonder studies open quite a few avenues and in this case the legs too !!

 

It took around 7-10 days for Vicky and Sheetal to meet in privacy of her house.  Niti had gone to their relatives in Karnal (around 125 km from Delhi) and were to return next day, her father had called to say that he would come a bit late (around 10pm).

 

Both now knew what each other wanted and within no time they were at the undergarment level on the bed.  He lay on his back on the bed with Sheetal on him with her breasts crushing on his chest.  His hands were roaming freely on the back and her ass globes.  Both were talking sweet nothings and kissing each other intermittently.  Vicky turned the topic to the Bio class and asked her since he had helped her in Maths would she help him in Bio.  Saying this the hand on her ass globe reached the elastic band of her panty.  He inserted a thumb in and tried to pull it down.  This time there was no resistance, perhaps both wanted to go to the unchartered territory.  For the first time the hands felt the soft flesh of her ass globes without the covering of panty, the feeling was just out of this world.  He got up with Sheetal still on her stomach and trying to hide her face in the pillow, and reached behind her and slowly pulled down her panty.  She was hesitant at first but lifted her hips slightly to allow the pull down.  The panty journey started from her ass to thighs to knees to shin to feet and finally out.  He picked up the pink coloured panty, brought it to his nose smelled it, nothing much for him and threw it on the floor.  Before him with face buried in the pillow lay the most beautiful girl of his class in her birthday suit.  He brought his face close to the ass and planted soft kisses on the globes one at a time.  The hands also did their bit by kneading them and sending her into ecstasy orbit.  The feeling was incomparable for both Sheetal and Vicky.  Seeing her like that, his dick was full mast and could not have been more erect and was straining to pop out of the underwear.  Vicky just pulled down his underwear and threw it next to her panty on the floor which was in line of sight of sheetal as her head was a bit sideways then.  The abrupt change in breathing pattern told him that she has seen the pair on the floor and gradually tilted her head towards him.  He was patient and very gradually went and laid on the bed behind her with his cock kissing the ass globes and brought his right arm around her to play with her boobs.  She felt the electrifying touch of his cock on her ass but did not flinch.  The hand reached the flat stomach and played with the navel.  The breathing was a bit normal now, in the given circumstances, and the he tried to move her facing him.  Could not succeed but she now was on bed resting on her back with the coveted pussy in full glory.

 

Her eyes were riveted to his cock and she was seeing one in flesh for the first time and found it to be good sized, she didn’t know that it was of a very good size.  He kissed her on lips and they proceeded the usual kissing routine with interchange of saliva.  He proceed to kiss her face, neck, bosoms, stomach, special attention on navel and then proceeded to kiss the love nest.  He kissed the pink pussy lips once and then sat up drinking the beauty in front of him.  The creamy white beauty in front of him was nothing short of divine.  The survey started from the toes to shin to creamy white thighs, to the coveted zone, to navel, beautiful inviting bosom, and the perfect face and then back to the coveted spot of pink pussy lips.  The zone was very clean in general with very little hair covering the spot.  The clear view of pussy lips was something appealing to him, it was more like its favourite Double “X” movie where the blonde had very little hair on her pussy. 

 

He placed his right hand on the spot and with the index finger was probing the pussy lips, he went down on her, just as in movie, and licked it clean.  This was proving to be too much for Sheetal who had one hand on his head and now was clutching his hair.  After paying a lot of attention to the pussy, he slid his tongue upwards, licking the cleavage clean and then showered a few more passionate kisses.  In the process he placed his legs on either side of Sheetal and now was sitting on his knees on her either side with his cocking dangling in front of her face.  In fact both did not know what to do but as a reflex reaction she kissed the cock and caught the head of the cock in her left hand.  He licked the kiss a lot and moved the body ahead to place the dick right over her lips inviting her to kiss it again.  Sheetal was more than ready and used a bit of tongue also wetting the dick-head in a slightly prolonged kiss.  The tiny hands were finding the cock to be very big and unknowingly she started stroking it.  The combination of a nubile beauty, soft kisses on the dick and stroking was too hot for him to handle and he felt a never before sort of pain right from the balls to the dickhead.  This was the new sensation for him, he felt like exploding and thought that the cock would burst, unmindful of his condition she was continuing planting soft kisses and stroking. 

 

Suddenly like a Volcano the cock erupted and the white thick liquid spread all over her face.  She started yelling at him and he was sorry.  Both did not know of the liquid and finding that it was sticky made her more concerned as it would be found out by her father on his return.  After spurting a few mls of sperm, the cock went limp, but those couple of minutes were the most excruciating pain he had felt all his life but it was a pleasant pain.  The juveniles had a look of concern on their faces apart from Sheetal who also had semen to cope up with.  They ran towards the bathroom and within no time, as if it was the most natural thing to do, the shower was on drenching both.  They were more focused on cleaning the sticky white liquid.  Sheetal wiped it off her face and whatever little on her hair and Vicky was cleaning the one sticking to his balls and thighs.  In the haste to clear the unknown stuff both did not bother to look at each other.  Vicky was first one to get rid of sticky stuff and as he turned his head, he saw a drenched Sheetal.  Something right out of Raj Kapoor’s movie “Ram Teri Ganga Maili” only better that there were no clothes and she was closer to her rather than some distant waterfall.  The lusty look made her realize her state and she for the first time felt too naked.  As if by reflex, one hand reached down to cover the love nest and the other went across to cover the twin peaks.

 

Vicky came close and embraced her.  The sight and touch of nude Sheetal brought life back to the cock and it was raring to go again.  She was looking down, perhaps at the floor or his ‘back to life’ dick.  He lifted her face and kissed her lips.  Somehow, this time she was a reluctant partner in the process and for the first time was not opening her mouth, perhaps a bit apprehensive of where it could lead to.  He understood her predicament and did not proceed further but still held her in his powerful embrace with shower sending down streams of water on two bodies intertwined.  Slowly the tension in her body eased and she was now more comfortable.  As he saw her relaxing, he again held her face and started kissing her.  The shyness gave way to enthusiasm and she licked his face and held his tool.  He was in 7th heaven.  Everytime he thought that the dick could not get harder, it found a way to disprove him.  The hands found their parking space on her ass cheeks and started kneading them.  The ass globes movement indicated to him that she was enjoying as much as he was.  The tongues indulged in saliva tasting and the lips were locked, gradually, he bent his knees, his tongue traced the neck, bosom, paid rich tribute to the boobs by suckling on the nippies.  The tongue then wetted the flat tummy and got stuck at the beautiful navel.  The sensations were getting too much for Sheetal, she took a deep breath thereby taking pulling her stomach in.  Vicky had meanwhile had brought his right hand to her pussy and was playing with it.  Factually he didn’t know much to do with it apart from planting kisses and poking it with his fingers.  Even this was more than what both had bargained for.  Sheetal also sat down and planted a few kisses on his dick and was hesitant to take it in for a full blown blow job, perhaps she didn’t know about it.

 

The coming two-two and half years were to see them doing everything with their bodies apart from full blown sex.  The x rated movies were the guiding factor for them, whenever alone, the used to be nude and did everything possible including blow jobs and oral.  Do not want to go in that details since it would take the story in one direction only.

 

One additional thing had happened which had a very strong bearing on the story.  Sheetal’s mother had joined the business development section of a five star hotel around that time and that had brought in a major change in her. The change in her over a period of time would be of vital importance.

 

It was over two years after his first tryst with Sheetal now.  Vicky’s sister had got admission to a medical college and had moved to Chandigarh to stay with their relatives in satellite township of Panchkula, which meant that he had more freedom with girls now and did not had to bother about elder sister being at home since both parents were working.

 

Vicky was more confident of his ways with girls.  Like all young boys he liked big boobs, but was not averse to a fling with some one with lesser size as well. He had a few sessions with quite a few girls but his favourite one was Sheetal because her willingness and also because of the Niti factor. 

 

He was still a frequent visitor to Sheetal’s house. The boobs and ass department had developed well with both coming in for special attention from him during the period.  Blow jobs were very common but he did not venture beyond that.  Those days the condom was still something uncommon and was found only in the government medical centres by the name of Nirodh.  KS and others were some years away.  The adoloscents had found a good use of the condom, using it as a big balloon during holi festival.

 

Holi is a festival of colours.  I am talking of 1989 when Vicky graduated from 9th grade and was to go to class 10.  The dreaded class tenth.  Board exams.  The ultimate test.  Fortunately he was good at studies so nothing was found amiss.

 

This was before Vicky’s father got a promotion that year and had to move to a bigger accommodation though in same colony but a different sector.  He was to move from the sector where he had spent almost a decade of his life.  A girl by the name of Sanjana, known as Sanju didi to all kids was residing in his neighbourhood.  She was the eldest of the four sisters and was elder than Vicky’s sister by a couple of years.  Fortunately, for him, as we will find later, she and her sister were not best friends.

 

Sanju didi had a dusky complexion, a bit plump, no hour glass figure but the boobs were good enough to catch and retain the attention.  She was the favourite among boys when it came to applying colour.  That year, Sheetal and family were not available to play hence Vicky played in his own neighbourhood a little longer than usual, as usual, and it turned out that whatever happens, happens for good.  The boys chased the girls and he found Sanju in the staircase known as Jeena in Delhi.  He applied a lot of colour to sanju and in process left no opportunity to feel her boobs while his crotch was in constant contact with her ass globes or upper hips.  He was much taller hence had to bend to feel her ass with his cock.  In these two years apart from his height the length of his cock had also increased with some increment in the girth as well.  Sanju felt the sweet impact of the cock on her ass and had been enjoying such impacts for some Holis at a stretch now.  He took her hand and pulled her to terrace near the water tank, and poured a  bucket full of water on her thereby drenching her white suit which clung on to her body like second skin.  Underneath she was not wearing anything which meant the boobs were on display for everyone to see.  Now it was turn for both to be awkward, he liked the sight but did not know how she would react.  To break the ice, he again showered her with another round of water and applied colour and in the process she had to try and run away from him and hence forgot her predicament.  This time too, the focus was more on boobs than face, which prompted her to say, “have you forgotten my face.” To which he replied as a reflex, “I am quality conscious.”  Both laughed a lot at his answer, and by then in the sun the clothes had also dried to the extent of being decent and she came down to her home, Vicky also went to his friends to play the holi a bit longer.

 

A couple of weeks after that, the children of the block were playing Hide & Seek.  Those who have stayed in the double storeyed (ground & first) government flats would know of the twin switch of the light in the staircase, know as “Jeena’ in Delhi parlance.  So during the game all would run into different Jeenas with one patrolling the switch so that it does not get switched on by the “Den” guy, and the others would hide in the upper stairs.  Vicky’s neighbours were a Tamil family with their son, Venkat, being around 4yrs younger to him and used to call him Bhaiya (elder brother).  He was manning the switch and as luck or design would have it, Vicky and Sanju were hiding in the upper stairs in pure dark.  They were sitting on a stair side by side with his right elbow touching the left boob of Sanju on his right.  They were talking the usual nothings of the game while the elbow was in constant touch with the boob.  She looked at him but said nothing.  This encouraged him further and the elbow applied more pressure on the boob.  This time she looked at him with stern eyes.  He had guessed correctly that she could have made a scene at the max or could have walked out as bare minimum, the fact she was there was testimony to her enjoying the whole episode.   This made him further bold and he grasped the left boob with his left hand and the right one went behind her head, held it and he planted a forceful kiss on her lips making them part a little.  With over two years experience he was able to suck the lips with his tongue. The sudden development shocked her beyond everything but she could not do anything.  She was waving her free hand but was not moving her face as he thought that the grip was not too tight. 

 

The left hand found the way into her kameez and mauled the right boob.  This made her a bit agitated and she really tried to wriggle out.  He moved his hand out but was caressing the boobs from outside her kameez and the mouth to mouth respiration continued.  This ensured that she did not try to free herself further but was enjoying the saliva exchanges as well.  To spoil the party, light got switched on as Venkat was caught by the den.  The lights brought them to senses and they now focused to the hide-n-seek with others.

 

Vicky came back home from playing in the evening, a few days later, and found Sanju in her home, asking his mum and dad if he could teach her English for a month or so.  The parents though wanted to help but were reluctant considering the 10th board.  She virtually pleaded with them.  Vicky thought what a horny girl.  Reluctantly they agreed for him to tutor her for an hour for 3 days in a week.  He knew the payment would be in kind and not in cash.  15 May used to be the day when children used to get the summer vacations from the school and tuitions were not as fashionable as these days.  The English classes started from 1 May onwards, labour day, thank god no labour pain resulted from this though they came quite close to it later.

 

Sanju’s parents were happy that Vicky was coming to their home to teach her.  Though she was senior to her by a few years but being taught in a vernacular school meant that she was found wanting in English.  As the vacations started, Sanju’s sisters went to their native place with only she and her Father to stay back. She stayed back as she had to “study” English and prepare for some clerical entrance exam.  It would turn out to be a different type of Entrance Exam.

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It was around 20th May, that he got the chance to be alone with her.  Forget English, he just went in and drew the curtains and switched on the cooler in her house.  The windows were closed and the cooler sound would quell any other sound.  He pushed her to the bed and kissed her on lips.  The hands got busy with the boobs and her pressed them very hard.  At home she was wearing the traditional salwar kameez.  He tried to lift her Kameez which she refused.  He was also not backing out this time.  He just dropped his shorts to ankles and brought the cock into her full view.  This was unexpected for her, especially from a 14-15 year old kid.  The act and the output both were very impressive.  The mouth was slightly ajar by the act.  Now he moved closer, and she as if in trance, cooperated with him and allowed him to lift the kameez.  She was braless.  He sucked the boobs and with his experience with Sheetal and a few others was doing a fairly good job of it.  She enjoyed the sensation, which brought out a few moans from her.  The hands had found the string of the salwar and were trying to untie them, both had gone too far and could not do anything. The salwar touched the ground, his t-shirt was also off and both were stark naked.  She had the bush downstairs which was not very appealing to him but he was not complaining.

 

The passionate kissing and boob pressing had set the juices flowing in her.  The pussy was all wet and set to be taken however the mental block was the thing stopping it.  The bush had made him a bit reluctant to go down for oral.  Condoms were still not as easily available as now and the knowledge about AIDS was very primal in nature and the thought was any sex without condom will lead to AIDS.    He focused on boobs and was sucking like a child would do.  She had meanwhile moved to the bed and was lay on her back.  After 15-20 minutes of kissing & boob press, Vicky got up and rested his weight on either side of her.  This meant the tip of the cock was just above her lips.  The long and thick cock had fascinated her and as a most natural thing for her to do, she took to sucking it as a child would do to a lollipop placed tantalizingly close to lips.  She had to open her mouth wide to engulf it and it was surely a mouthful or rather say a throatful.

 

She was sucking it like an experienced cock sucker, with the tongue doing all the hardwork but in a very subtle manner.  She was following the adage of don’t stroke it but smoke it.  Since he had been with Sheetal for a couple of years now, hence he was being able to hold for that long, but the excitement of making love to a woman much elder to him made him excited and after next 5-7 minutes he warned Sanju of impeding load but she was lost in her own world to heed the warning and the cock spread the semen in her mouth.  It was truly a mouthful of load.  The warm sticky liquid filled her mouth with a few drops exhibiting the spill over effect.  It all went in.  The intestines were lined with his semen.  The cock had gone limp and even in that state was an impressive 4.5inches.

 

The limp cock was dangling in front of her as he removed it from her mouth.  Within minutes the sight of naked Sanju brought it back to life from death.  She was laying on her back in wanton lust, eyeing the dangling carrot.  The big boobs were all there in naked glory, glistened with sweat, due to all the hard work.  Vicky had a look at the boobies and bent down to suck them.  This time it was with some vengeance.  Alonwith with sucking, the pressing / mauling of boobs was also giving both immense pleasure leading her to express it via moans of approval. He had done the boob fucking a few times with Sheetal but this was different, the boobs were of a very good size, those of a grown woman, had a slight bit of sag but were very impressive.  Vicky placed his dick between the two globes and engulfed his cock with them.  The globes had covered the impressive girth upto a decent percentage.  This was much better than he had felt for a long time.  He was used to Sheetal.  This was new.  Slowly as the strokes began, Sanju got in the act with the tip of the dick hitting her face on upward movement. Her full body was into it.  The ass movements ensured the hips and back participated in the heat session. This continued for over fifteen minutes.  Due to the earlier ejaculation, he did not erupt so soon.  She was impressed with his stamina but there was more to come.  He removed his dick forced her to be on her fours, the moment she realized what she was getting into, she refused.  Perhaps the impending pain of her anal burst was more than horrifying for her.  She was steadfast in her refusal but asked him to take her pussy.  The bush was upsetting for him.  He didn’t want to upset her and lose the chance forever.  He stopped but told her to shave off the bush for the next time.  She agreed.

 

What happened that day was much more than he had bargained for, he had elicited a promise for a fuck the next time. 

 

That evening when his father came from office, he broke a good news of them being allotted a bigger house in a nearby sector of same colony.  They had to move in within next 15 days.  Though the other sector of the same colony was not much far (around 1 km or so) but coming to teach her English daily would be difficult to explain and parents may not agree.  So whatever to be done, was to be done quickly.  He had heard of the condoms availability in the local government dispensary from the elder boys in his locality.  One afternoon, he went to the dispensary and as per his knowledge of the dispensary was able to locate quite a few “Nirodhs,” the government Condom.  He had picked up all sizes available and kept them in a safe place on his terrace, unknown to his parents.   Once his parents had left for their offices, he saw them and discarded all the small sizes ones and kept only the large and extra large ones.  The large sized ones were a bit tight but ok.  In a couple of years time he was to move from large to extra large of the foreign brands. 

 

With the power of a packet of Nirodhs in his pocket, he walked towards Sanju’s home in expectation of some love making.  It was a Friday and he knew, if not today then weekend would be difficult and then they would have to get into mode of house shifting as his parents would be taking a fortnight leave from Monday onwards.  This had increased his anxiety levels and he was anxious about the Bush factor.  The oldest Bush known to man.  Those were the days of George Bush Senior.

 

He knocked at the door.  She opened the door and he liked what he saw.  She was wearing a long kameez with no salwar or pants or pyjamas.  He stepped in, closed the door behind him and straight away started kissing.  She was perhaps expecting the onslaught.  Both of them continued kissing for quite some time, his hands had also found the boobs and mauled them to good effect. 

 

Like a man of the lady, he put his arm around her shoulders and proceeded to the bed room.  The curtains were already drawn and cooler was doing its best trying to cool the impending high temperatures.  Once in bedroom, he again started kissing her.  This time it was not forceful and the tongues were exploring each other’s mouth.  After 10-15 minutes of this soft and pleasurable exploration both parted, perhaps for a bit of air, and he lifted his t-shirt and shorts.  Looking at him she said, “what if I don’t proceed?” He replied  “I know other ways too.” 

 

To which she replied “you are still a bachcha (kid)”

 

“It didn’t seem when you saw this” saying this he pointed at his tool.  She understood that the encounters during Holi, Hide-n-seek, at her house have made him much bolder.  She had no answer.  Seeing her state, he went, and as if to help her, lifted her kameez in one flow and saw without any panty or bra.  The eyes first inspected the ‘bush’ and finding none there, he was very pleased.  He smiled and first went down to suck the boobies.  He sucked like a baby, the feeling was much different, perhaps with the knowledge of the “fuck” today, he was less forceful and more caring. Sanju also noticed the pleasant change and the divine passage was getting wetter than the usual, perhaps with the knowledge of being loved fully today.   She saw him eyeing the clean patch between her legs, the patch cleaned especially for him, to suit his tastes and likings.  Somehow, the youngster had her captivated with his bold moves and a bit more bold dick.

 

After continuous sucking and licking of her boobs, he traced the path to the clean patch via her navel and not so flat stomach with his tongue, wetting the skin on the way and once he reached there, he inhaled in the aroma of her wet pussy and it felt awesome.  Gradually the tongue reached the spot and showered the pussy lips with its saliva. The continuous showering of saliva on pussy was having a mindboggling effect on Sanju.  This was a sensation she was feeling for a very first time.  The clitoris was being plastered with rich saliva and slight accidental bites of the teeth on the lips was making her go crazy.  Months of practice with Sheetal had made him somewhat adept at the foreplay because with Sheetal he still hadn’t crossed the line, hence it was all foreplay only.   The sensations were too much for Sanju and she crossed her legs over his head and the upward movement of her hips were an indication of her enjoyment of the extreme non-penetrative pleasures she was being subjected to.  The non-penetrative pleasures were to get more pleasurable now.

 

He disengaged from the pleasure point and gasped for air and saw the refrigerator placed in the verandah.  He picked himself up, albeit a bit reluctantly, and proceeded towards the Kelvinator in the corner.  Sanju was seeing her with a bit of dismay.  He opened the fridge and pulled out a tray of ice cubes from the freezer and came back to her.  Slight movement of the tray made the ice cubes squirm and come out of their sections.  She was eyeing the impending storm of love.  He picked one cube and placed it between his teeth and moved down to the love pot.  The application of ice and the newer sensations were getting better of her and she was loosing her senses.  This was much much better than her all previous flings put together.  The boy knew how to make a woman happy.  The touch of chilled water cube was too hot to handle even for her.  These were unchartered waters for her.  The sensations were new and very pleasurable.  The pussy lips were getting a bit stiff due to low temperatures inflicted by the cubes and the cold water percolating down inside the inner walls was giving her unknown pleasures.  Again the legs crossed over his head and the hips moved upwards to match and meet the ice cubes, seeing the wanton display of lust by Sanju, Vicky moved further and applied the cube to her nipples with the other hand.  Now the scene was such that he was on his knees on the bed, bent down towards her love nest, her legs were crossed behind his head, one cube torturing the pussy lips and the other one doing the same to the sensitive nipples.  Sanju’s eyes were closed and her head was swaying from one side to other and she was biting her lip as well. 

 

He lifted his head thereby raising her legs as well and enjoyed the scene.  A chance taken at the Holi brought such rich rewards and that too so soon was something he liked.  Strangely enough, he didn’t want her affair with Sanju to continue for long.  The continued torture brought her close to the point of orgasm and she tightened her grip on his head and the hips moved up and down indicating the throes of pleasure she was in.  Seeing her state and guessing that she was ripe for taking, he opened the packet of Nirodh Condom and wore it.  He didn’t like the feeling but this was the minimum precaution he had to take.  Those were not the days of I-pill.  He untied her legs behind his head but let her remain in the same position with legs on his either shoulder and placed his dick at the entry to gateway of pleasure.  The face was hiding the emotions of a first timer.  The well lubricated inner walls of her pussy were more than ready to accommodate his tool and with slow strokes he started it.  To him it was the safest way of starting without giving away that he is a novice at it.  Gradually as he got comfortable with the motion, the speed increased and even the motion of her hip’s upward movement increased to match his strokes.  In the heat, the pace of the strokes increased, his thick tool was hitting the coveted spot and letting her enjoy the sensations never felt before. 

 

Suddenly he heard a sound of something being ruptured, instinctively he took his tool out with Sanju gasping for more.  The boy had some stamina as he had not come even once whereas she, the elder and more experienced one, was on the verge of second.  The poor quality of condom was not able to handle such heavy strokes and got ruptured.  He removed the condom but what to do now.  Sanju was at point of no return and asked him to continue without it.  She told him to not to cum inside her and spread the semen out which would ensure no pregnancy.  Such was her lust at that time that she did not think anything and said the first thing that came to her mind.  Though it was correct.  He started again and so did Sanju, his hands were holding the milk jugs and pinching the nippies.  Sanju was holding her arms for support.  The legs started the familiar movement of increasing its stranglehold on his head and the hips were moving vigorously indicating that within about half an hour she had cummed twice with the ‘kid” yet to cum.  The droplets of sweat had formed a thin liquid film on her body which was shining in the light of the tube.  The dusky complexion, musky smell of the sweat, the swaying boobs, the sideways movement of the head in wanton lust, the wanton lust on the face, the suppressed moans, were there to be enjoyed by the senses.  This was now getting too much for him also and he felt the familiar sweet feeling in his abdomen and pulled out the magnificent tool out.  Sanju was aghast – how could he do this?

 

Sensing her condition he said “You told to pull out before cumming – Sarkari condom ka nateeja hai (result of government made condom)”  She laughed and he laughed with her.

 

The rich semen was spread on her boobs, stomach and a bit on the face.  With his hands he spread it all over her body with special attention on her boobs and ass globes.  Sanju’s skin was polished with his semen and she was glowing.  He remembered how a cobbler uses a white coloured liquid to shine the shoe after applying the polish.  The simile brought him to a chuckle.  He turned her legs and her ass in all its polished glory was looking at him.  He had seen a lot of doggy style movies and had understood how it is done.  But as they say – man proposes and god disposes. 

 

Sounds of his name filled his ears and hurriedly he came out in the balcony after wearing his clothes, only to find that boys of his neighborhood were calling him for a Cricket match with the next block.  Everyone knew that he was a cricket fanatic and his friends told him that they had taken the permission from his dad who had come a bit early today.  Now there was no chance to escape the match without arousing suspicion.  One last time he kissed her, pressed her boobs and moved out of her house.  Angry Sanju was still naked when she closed the door.

 

His dad announced that they would have to shift on Tuesday as over weekend and Monday they would get the house whitewashed and get the repairs done by the Government CPWD.  His father was a well known figure in terms of being active member of the resident welfare associations and hence these things would get done much sooner.  So on the anointed day they shifted.  They enjoyed goodwill in their current block and hence they got a good farewell but a sullen looking Sanju was sad at the movement.

 

It was a corner flat on first floor with a very big playground just across the road.  It was a big “square” as it is called in government colonies of Delhi with two parallel rows of two storeyed houses and a small row to form a ‘U” of houses.  The flats shared a big ground. The new immediate neighbors were seemingly good people.  It was a ***** family, apart from the couple they had two daughters, one a year senior than him and the other a year junior to him.  During the process of whitewash etc, he could not see them as they had gone to their relatives place but a look at their mother had made him hopeful.  She had a slightly dusky complexion but still a bit fairer than Sanju.  Had straight black hair coming upto mid-back.  She was not model type thin but thin as compared to aunties with school going children.  Her big round ass and melons made her waist look even thinner and the voluptuousness looked that much more appealing.

 

Mr. Khan knew Vicky’s father as he was also involved in the welfare association work, thanks to which they were more than welcomed in the neighborhood.  His dad was known for his uprighteousness and ability to mobilize people for common causes.  This ability had endeared him to the members of various associations of different sectors of the colony.  Khans had ensured that for the first two days the food came from their home and took great care to see to it that they served them only vegetarian food as Vicky’s family was a strict vegetarian ***** family.

 

The following Saturday evening, he saw Mrs Khan coming to their home alongwith their two daughters.  The elder one’s name was Sadaf and the younger one’s was Tina (she opted for a modern western sounding name and her changed it from Shama).  Vicky was taken aback by what he saw.  Let me now explain each one with some detailing for you.

 

Sadaf – Mild Dusky complexion (similar to her mother), silky black hair upto shoulder level. Good height of about 5.5”, as per Indian standards, big expressive eyes, ever inviting kissable lips, a nice round ass (similar to her mother but mother’s was a shade better), finely crafted pair of legs.  She was wearing a t-shirt and the poor piece of garment could not hide the twin peaks.  They were something to behold, sucked, kneaded and whatever you want to do.  Firm high on chest, perfectly shaped and they were big.

 

Vicky coined a term Mother Dairy for her.  Those in Delhi are well aware of the Mother Dairy depots.  He thought her kids would definitely be very very well fed from the large containers.

 

Tina – Very Fair (skin colour resemblance from her father), dark brown coloured hair, silky and reach till lower half of her back, tied in a pony and swaying from side to side.  Very cheerful.  Great ass globes, perhaps better than her mother. It was a beautiful heart shaped ass.  Beautiful legs.    Good sized boobs for her age.

 

He was surely in luck here.  God was being so kind to him.  In presence of their parents only the niceties were exchanged.  Tina was the more boisterous and cheerful of the lot. She and Vicky hit-off right away.  Khans had observed Vicky for a week or so and had deduced that he was a good and well mannered boy who was outgoing but good at both studies and sports.  His father’s reputation had always done him a world of good. 

 

Vicky’s sister had come to meet them on a fortnight’s leave from her Medical college in Chandigarh and liked her new home.  She also gelled well with the Khans and they also liked her.  Sadaf was now far more casual after her interactions with his sister and both the sisters were a frequent visitor in their house.  After a fortnight his sister left. 

 

Vicky was still continuing with the non-penetrative sex with Sheetal but sex with Sanju became only a one time opportunity.  He had gone back to his old house a few times in the garb of meeting old cricket team mates but the real mission of meeting Sanju alone was never fulfilled.  A couple of months later he learnt that she has got engaged.  Strangely enough, he let out a breath of relief.

 

Like this about 6 months passed.  Delhi has been famous for its winters and those months were approaching.  There was something he liked about the winters, the availability of his favourite vegetables, fruits, cosying up in quilt etc and the general cool climes.  The only thing he did not liked was the coating of clothing covering girls.  His perfect weather would be winters with girls in Summer clothing or better beachwear if possible.

 

Vicky had a habit of going to terrace after his dinner.  It also used to serve purpose of laying the folding beds and mattresses as they used to sleep on terrace during summer months.  Those who have been through those times would remember this how people used to sleep on terraces.  Great way to save electricity and to enjoy the mild cool breeze during night.  However, the terrace bedding used to end with conclusion of Monsoons with rain and people playing hide-n-seek to sleep on the terrace.  But his habit of a walk on terrace used to continue into winters, except the days his friends would come and 3-4 of his childhood friends would go for a long walk.

 

Sadaf also had developed this habit and over a period of time their timings had also been synchronized to the point of being there within 5-7 minutes of each other.  Familiarity had brought them closer but not in lovebirds sense and they used to share a lot of things now.  He now felt a lot closer to Sadaf than Tina.  She shared with him that she was going around with a boy from the neighbouring colony called Munirka.  Munirka, for Delhites is a colony of two halves, one DDA flats and other the old village part.  The boy nicknamed “Dahiya” had quite a few houses and shops as his property.  Those days the village part was still like a village with a few buffaloes / cows in their sheds in the large houses.  Subsequently it gave way to the concrete jungle with ill-planned houses.  The real estate boom had given the villagers ample reason to plan such houses.  Due to perfect location of the houses and shops, Dahiya was earning good income from rents.  Vicky had known the Village guys from Munirka as they had played a few matches against them a few times and matching the description with that given by Sadaf he was able to zero in on the person.

 

He thought she had bad tastes.  He was not made for her – full stop.  She was way above him.  She told that a few months back, a few boys were teasing her and Dahiya had helped her.  Since then he had followed her.  After some time the crude manners which looked cool to her then were now disgusting for her.  She thought about the cool guys of her School with cultured mannerisms.  Due to his reputation of being a bad boy from Munirka village nobody took him on.  Also, the new riches he had acquired ensured that he used to shower her with gifts.  Over some more period of time, she had confided in him that her parents had seen her with him a couple of times and were not happy about it and had in a subtle manner had told her to withdraw, though it had fallen on deaf ears then.

 

Came January of 1990 and his birthday was approaching.  Sheetal asked him for the birthday present and he said “You”. 

 

To which the response was “You seen me naked so many times and what else…” she did not finish the sentence. 

 

“I want you completely” he said.

 

Though they had been used to being naked in each other’s company for around two & half to three years, but the sentence – I want you completely – had made her blush and a smile escaped.  He pressed her for the gift, she teasingly said “let the b’day come.”

 

Sheetal had grown into a very fine teenage beauty by now.  The boobs used to continued mauling, sucking, kneading, in short attention had developed into a more than a handful and were on their way of growth path for further growth in years to come. 

 

That year, his b’day was on Friday.  He went to the temple with his parents, as was the custom over the years, it was celebrated at school with friends, as a small gift she kissed him at a secluded spot in the school and lifted her skirt for him to do a quickie oral in school but he was not satisfied and told her that he would await his gift.  In the evening the Birthday was celebrated at home as well with relatives, friends, neighbours, all joining in the party.  All day long, phone calls of relatives, friends had been pouring in with the usual early morning call of his favourite Tayaji.  His sister was staying there only.

 

Sadaf could not join the fun.  Something had happened which got her upset and she had to skip the party. 

 

The next day, morning he received a call from Sheetal teasing him about the birthday gifts.  He knew her too well and joined in the good natured banter.  However, both wanted the gift.  He was eager to take and in all honesty she was only too eager to oblige. Both wanted to conquer the final frontier.  During their talks she casually mentioned that Niti and her parents would be out for a few hours starting afternoon till about evening.  Though the manner of mentioning appeared casual but she wanted him to take it with utmost sincerity.

 

On Sunday, he reached her house with a packet of Sarkari Condoms (Nirodhs) with him.  The encounter with Sanju had taught him how to by-pass the ruptured Sakari Condom.  Even in peak Delhi winters, Sheetal was not wearing the sweaters etc and waited for him a mini and a sleeveless top.  He knew how to press the right buttons.  The last two years had taught him a lot about her.  The soft wet kisses on the nape & just below earlobes coupled with gentle massage of boobs were the surest and quickest way of getting her into the mood.  This time was no different.  He started kissing her and gradually went behind her and planted soft kisses on the nape of the neck and just below earlobes.  The sleeveless top was facilitating this act for good measure.  The hands found their resting place on the well developed mounds of her ample bosom.  This had got her going, the ass was wriggling against his granite-hard cock.  She wanted to do it more than him.  He wanted to enjoy the journey to the final destination than reaching the destination in one go.  He let the mood continue for a few more minutes which resulted in her getting more restless and the ass grinding into his crotch became more rough by the minute and that Vicky was behind him, meant the lips could only kiss his hands as and when he let them roam on her angelic face.  She arched herself with her arms raised and crossed behind his head.  The generously endowed girl was pushing the mounds a lot forward making the pose look nothing short right out of a Kamasutra posture.

 

Seeing her state, he was a bit lenient on her and one hand went inside her mini skirt and was making rings on her inner thighs.  This was more wonderful this time – although they had done this earlier also on many a occasion.  She tightened the grip of her thighs around his hand.  The body had tensed and arched even further.  He pushed the hand in upward direction and touched the pussy – the girl was hell bent on saving time – he thought and smiled and decided to not to torture her further and take her out of her misery.  With the other hand he pulled the elastic band of her skirt.  Rest was done by her.  The arms around his neck unlocked and were pointing straight upwards.  He obliged and the off went the top.

 

As soon as the top was off she turned around and hurriedly unfastened his belt, pulled down his trousers and also underwear in one stroke.  Her favorite dick was there in front of her and meanwhile he had also taken off the jacket and shirt.  

 

Both were stark naked now, nothing new for them, but this time it was to be different.  He picked her up and took to her parents bedroom and made her lie on the master bed.  Done so many times before – but the anticipation was killing both the teenagers.

 

This time he did not opt much for the foreplay and seeing that the pussy was already wet with excitement, he decided to go in for the kill and placed the dick at the dream entry.  She was on bed with her proud tits pointing to the ceiling.  The legs were on either side of him stretching the pussy maximum for his convenience.  First he thought of wearing the condom but then took the other option.  Gradually he pushed the dick in. The now much lubricated walls of the pussy were stretched trying to accommodate the big tool.  Centimetre by Centimetre it was going in. The limp 4.5inch tool stood at magnificent 8inches when fully erect.  It was about 6” in when he decided to pull it out and gradually started the rhythm, as the tempo increased the tool was going in upto 7-7.5inches in and hitting the walls.  She was also helping in maintaining the tempo by pushing her hips up and down to match the strokes.  The inner walls felt mauled by the tool and it was very fulfilling.  The abandon movement of the boobs made him remember Sanju’s boob movement in similar position a few months back.  This lust on her face was different.  It was the lust of a first timer.  He felt that Sheetal was on verge of orgasm as he felt a lot of juices wetting his dick even more and the much more lubricated walls had made the entry and exit even more pleasurable.

 

The big tool had taken its toll on Sheetal who had felt enormous pain with first entry, she felt that it would tear her pussy and she will have to go to the doctor to stitch them back.  But with her juices wetting the dick, it had become a bit more easy for her as well.  The dick was hitting her walls hard but these hits she would take with pleasure. The increased momentum had made her increase the speed of her ass movements and the sideways movement of her head and that meant that the boobs were in full motion moving everywhere.  The creamy white girl with contrasting hair was a sight to behold.  The momentum had built upto a point where both the bodies were glistening in thin sheen of sweat even in the Delhi winters of January.   

 

Vicky felt that he was about to cum and as he did with Sanju he had spread the semen on her body and polished her body with his hands.  The boobs, ass globes, thighs all were mauled with generous polishing.  The nubile body was glistening in the perfect mixture of his semen and her juices.  Her body was shining like a glass.  He admired her and spooned her body.  He was laying on the bed on his side with she also in the similar position with her ass meeting his crotch.  The touch of the smooth globes was more than enough to bring the limp cock back to life.  They spoke nothing but he kept on kissing her neck and earlobes.  She was also aroused and turned her head to see him.  He placed his lips on hers and kissed her.  His hand moved to the boobs and he massaged them the handful ones.

 

With one swift movement she came on top of him with either knee on his either side and said “ab meri baari” (its my turn now).

 

He replied “ok but yeh sirf mere paas hai” (pointing to his dick he said only he has the dick) and both giggled. 

 

She had also started seeing the porn movies and liked the position of cowgirl ride.  She felt that women looked more powerful in this manner.  Her soft hands encircled his big shaft and guided her pussy on the dick.  The moistened pussy walls plus the gravity effect ensured that it all went in one full stroke.  This way she felt more filled than the missionary position.  Gradually she increased her momentum with every downward motion meaning his erect shaft hitting her inner walls more powerfully.  This was heaven for both – they thought.  She came but he did not, the juices were leaking from the side of his shaft.  With this she stopped.  Though the dick was still well in her.  She bent down to kiss her and then lifted herself back up.  (Something very similar to Penelope Cruz in Vanilla Sky sex scene, he remembered that day seeing the movie many years later).  The room was filled with aroma of two bodies intertwined like creepers in sexual ecstasy.  The smell had a very sexual touch to it.  She was cumming like a waterfall, this was her second with her on the top and he in the meanwhile was taking his own sweet time.  This time, she stopped, the knees trembled, the body shook, eyes got closed, she held her hair behind her head, arching forward, Vicky supported her by holding her boobs.  After a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled and stopped.  He said “Continue – abhi mera nahin hua hai” (I have not cummed as yet).  With this she started again and he told her to stop when he will gesture.  After about 4-5minutes of more symbiotic motion, he gestured her to alight, she did, but with one action came down and encircled the dick with her sweet lips and drank all semen like a nectar. She was much like Sanju when it came to gulping the cum.  He thought all girls are similar when it came to cum.

 

With this round she collapsed on top of him.  She had four wonderful orgasms bringing with them new sensations in her inner most areas.  He pulled the blanket on top of them.  She was on top of him crushing her ever growing boobs on his chest.  He was roaming his hands on her bare back within the blanket with some sweet strokes over her ass cheeks.  This way they spent about an hour or so, saying sweet nothing, nibbling at each other and in general enjoying each others naked company.  Both knew, next time onwards, given the opportunity, it would no longer be non-penetrative sex. 

 

She put her soft hand over his crotch and said “Happy Birthday Vicky.”

 

He replied “Thanks for the present Sheetal.  It was the best one I ever got.” 

 

As he came out, the world felt different.  A lot had changed during that couple of hours or so period.  He came back home and awaiting him were his friends.  He went out with them for a game of cricket and to everyone it felt that it was all normal.  Little did they know of the session. 

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As the winters progressed and gave way to Spring, came the time for the dreaded 10th Board exams for the students.  He was prepared for the exams and had nothing to bother.  In fact in February (exams start in March), he used to go out and play a game of cricket atleast three-four times a week. That was his time to relax and refresh.

 

It so happened that one day in February (2nd half) he was playing a match.  It was against the team from Munirka village and as expected it had Dahiya on the other side.  Additional motivation for Vicky, if ever required in a game. The match was being played somewhat closer to Sheetal’s house than his own.  But he knew all the streets, lanes etc like back of his hand.

 

He was fielding close to the boundary when a ball was ferociously hit for a six.  He being the closest one had to do the fetching.  Vicky came out of the ground and went towards the ball.  As he was about to turn, he saw Mrs Kapoor (Sheetal’s and Niti’s mother) coming out from one of the lanes and Mr Gupta (one person known to both Kapoors and his family due to being in same vicinity) coming out of the other one.  The two lanes were such that they originated from the same point so technically two persons coming out of the two lanes at the same time cannot miss each other.  They gave each other a slight glance and Mr Gupta went to his Maruti 800 parked nearby and Mrs Kapoor walked along to her residence.  This was strange for him because as courtesy, both would have atleast acknowledged each other’s presence before going separate ways and what was his Maruti-800 doing there? He sensed something fishy, but could not pinpoint anything.

 

As mentioned earlier, Mrs Kapoor had joined Business Development section of a five star hotel and boy had it brought change in her.  She was very attractive in her own right earlier as well but now she had become the hot & sexy female specimen.

 

One day he was asked to get some papers from one of his father’s friends.  His dad’s friend was at a senior position and was staying in Mumbai.  However, in Delhi, he chose to stay in a Five Star Hotel.  Co-incidence as may have it, he chose to stay at same hotel where Mrs Kapoor worked.  Vicky went to the reception and asked for his father’s friend’s hotel room number.  He spoke with him and was asked to wait in the lobby.  As it was first time in such a big hotel, he was trying to drink in the atmosphere of the hotel. The big lobby was seemingly very impressive and domineering.  Something he had never witnessed earlier.

 

On his left side, say about 7-8 metres away a group was sitting.  A lady was surrounded by a 3 men and they all were talking.  A man was leaning forward so he could only see the arm of the lady, it was creamy white.  As the man leaned back, he could see the lady.  It was Mrs Kapoor.  He had to actually pinch himself to check if he was dreaming.  She was looking gorgeous to say the least.  The black chiffon saree was a bit transparent but looking lovely on her ivory skin.  The hair were open and straightened.  The regular exercise at the hotel gym had reduced flab at wrong places but retained the voluptousness at all the right places.  Light make up on her face was accentuating her beauty.  A small necklace with a small pendant was dangling from the smooth surface of her neck and pointing to the divine cleavage.  His site shifted from pendant to the cleavage and he was left gaping with his mouth open.  The blouse was seriously deep cut with a sexiest view of about 3-4inches worth of cleavage and view of the upper bosom.  The men were unashamedly looking at her boobs and she was the one ready to oblige.  One of the men sitting next to her had his arm behind her back and Vicky was pretty sure that the hand was enjoying the touches of silky hair and silky back.  The proximity to the hottest woman there was the deal clincher.  The men got up and started to leave but not before giving a small peck on her cheek.  Vicky could have then betted his bottom dollar, rupee, paise, that the men who earlier had his hand on her back had a slight feel of her boobs.  Since the other side had tall plants that part was secluded.

 

Mrs Kapoor did not notice his presence and left to upper floors.  As she was going away from him, he noticed the gorgeous ass.  She surely had assets.  The chiffon saree was very seductively tied to outline her god given gifts.  Suddenly, the incidence at the ground a couple of days back flashed before him.  But her attire then was not as revealing or as sexy as this one.  May be she changed on her way back.  As he was engrossed in thoughts, his father’s friend came and handed him papers.  He ordered some cold drink and light snacks and after spending about 1/2hr over snacks and small talk he left.  He did not get another view of Mrs Kapoor.

 

In the evening he decided to go out for a walk.  He went in the direction of Sheetal’s house.  After walking in a park close to her house for about 20 mins, he saw Mrs Kapoor.  This time she was very decently attired.  She looked hot and beautiful but not glam doll she looked earlier.

 

The exams started from 1 March (normal time for boards).  The date sheet was such that the Hindi exam was at last and festival of holi was preceding it by 3 days.  There was a long gap (6 days) between the Hindi exam and the Social Studies before it.

 

On the Holi day, children could not hold themselves back and after the experience of last year (with Sanju) he was looking forward to the festival day even more.  Some of his classmates had come to his place to play holi and they then took him to some other friend’s place.  He could not play Holi with the Hot Sadaf and Tina also.  His sister was enjoying the break at home and played with them.  Every cloud has a silver lining.  As his sister was there, he could not have been much adventurous with the hotties.

 

After playing holi with his friends, they all decided to go home.  On his way back, he decided to pay a visit to Kapoors.  He actually wanted to meet Mrs Kapoor that day.  Usually by 1-1.30pm, holi ends.  So by the time he reached her house, it was only Sheetal and her mother who were at home.  Mr Kapoor had joined neighbours in a gathering organized by the local welfare association.

 

He heard the sound coming from upstairs and went to the terrace.  Mrs Kapoor, Sheetal and her younger cousin were having fun.  Her cousin was about 10yrs old and was trying to apply colour on his aunty’s face but the height differential was making it difficult for him.  Sheetal was wearing a simple white T-Shirt and an old jeans and Mrs Kapoor was in a light coloured nylon saree with a matching blouse.  There was nothing special about her attire.  The blouse was sleeveless and was showing her milky white arms and shoulders, though they were covered by a bit of colour, but nothing else.  The back and front of the blouse were pretty much ok. 

 

The youngster trying to colour his aunt was finding it difficult, Mrs Kapoor was playing with him.  She would bend just enough to entice him and then when the kid would come close she would stand tall.   After two three tries the kid got frustrated and looked at Sheetal for help.  Sheetal laughed it off.  It was Vicky’s turn now.  The kid looked at him with most expectant eyes for help.  Vicky could not say no to him.  At first it was help to the kid, which in one flash of lightening became an opportunity to come close to the sexy Mrs Kapoor.  He non-chalantly moved close to Mrs Kapoor and signaled the kid to keep quiet and look uninterested.  Mrs Kapoor was off guard and seizing the moment he went and stood behind her.  God what a back – what an ass!!! He wanted to feel it any which way.  This time he winked at the kid, the kid tried his luck again albeit with a new found enthusiasm of knowledge of some help.  As expected, Mrs Kapoor bent down to tease him but before she could straighten a strong grip from back on her shoulders prevented her from straightening and before she could realize the kid had coloured his aunty’s face with red gulal.  He had accomplished his mission and was shouting Holi Hai !! Holi Hai!! Sheetal was also laughing and Vicky was also enjoying himself.  He was holding Mrs Kapoor’s arms from back and his crotch was in contact with her divine ass.  Mrs Kapoor was also laughing at the situation and tried to get away by saying – ho gaya na (you have done what you wanted) – to the kid.  But Vicky was not letting the opportunity to pass by so easy.  He asked the kid to go in for one more round.  The kid was more than ready to oblige.  As Mrs Kapoor tried to wriggle out of the situation, her ass came in with more direct contact with his crotch.  The sleeping python was beginning to wake up. But before things could go further, he heard the sound of Mr Kapoor coming back.  Like a very decent boy, he moved back and applied colour on faces of Mrs Kapoor, very gently and on Sheetal, not so gently.  Met Mr Kapoor, applied colour on his face as well and proceeded to his place.  Since he had seen her in the Hotel, Mrs Kapoor had cast a magical spell on him.

 

 

As the Hindi exam answer sheet was handed over to the examiner, Vicky felt a weight off his shoulders and came out of the exam hall and sat in the lawn of the school compound.  At the stroke of the final bell, children came out and all of them were just jumping with joy and hugging each other. 

 

The exams got over, children got into the mode of enjoying, playing etc.  The exam results would come out only by first week of June and the schools would only open mid-July, so for the children it was a long-long-long holiday.  In those good old days, few schools conducted advanced classes for 11th standard, hence there were no speed-breakers ahead.

 

The cricket matches resumed and so did his rivalry with ‘Dahiya.’  On one occasion he had managed get a ball hit him at his soft spot.  Nothing could have been done as there was no malice – atleast no one could claim.  The walk on terrace with Sadaf had become more regular.  One day he talked to Sadaf on reasons for not attending his birthday party.  Sadaf told him that it was nothing much. 

 

He said “must have been otherwise you would have joined – share with me if you can.”

 

She started crying and after a while when she calmed down, Sadaf swore him to secrecy and told him how Dahiya was pressurizing her to make love to him and how he had misbehaved with her father when he found Sadaf with him and had scolded Dahiya.  She was actually fed up of this Dahiya mess.  With Sadaf in 12th std, she felt that this Dahiya business has created a lot of problem for her in family.  Vicky told her to relax and placed his arm across her shoulder to comfort her.  She did not react and place her head on his shoulders.  She felt secure in his strong arms.

 

A few days from the talk on Dahiya, Sadaf and her father were going somewhere.  They crossed paths with Dahiya and his friends.  There were a few heated exchanges between her father and Dahiya with him threatening Mr Khan with dire consequences.  Vicky was close to that spot and on hearing the commotion turned towards them.  Dahiya recognized him and told him to stay out of it.  Vicky told him that he should leave Sadaf and get lost.  On hearing this Dahiya said “Tu jaanta hai na main kaun hoon (you know who I am)”

 

Vicky replied “Saale ek hi baap ka hai toh akele aa phir dekh tera kya haal karta hoon (come for a fight alone if you are not a bastard)”

 

This was perhaps too much for Dahiya’s pride and he ordered his friends to stay away from this.  He tried to raise the stakes and said “What if I beat you” Vicky replied “Sadaf is all yours and his father would not fight with you”

 

Vicky said “but if you loose, you would dare not enter this colony or disturb Sadaf, her family in any manner possible.”  Dahiya agreed.  This was exactly what he wanted.  Sadaf looked at him with a quizzical look of who the hell was Vicky to decide on her fate.  The calm look on Vicky’s face made Sadaf believe in him and she held her father’s hand. 

 

Now the two youngster’s started the fight.  Both were muscular, strong and bull-headed and in heat.  Both knew, Sadaf was for taking for the winner.  It was like two lions fighting over mating rights with a lioness. The stakes were really hot & high – I mean it.

 

Thanks to his observation, he knew that Dahiya was low on stamina, this he had noticed in the matches where Dahiya used to lose breath pretty soon. Dahiya tried to kick and punch his way out of the fight but Vicky braved everything.  And on one occasion he landed a good punch on his face.  Dahiya could see the stars in broad daylight. Vicky packed a very heavy punch.  He realized that Dahiya could hit but could not take it.  With this knowledge he changed the game plan, he allowed Dahiya to come close to hit him, but when he would hit Vicky, he would return the compliment in full either with hands or legs.  A couple of good hits had ensured that Dahiya was panting for breath.  Seizing the opportunity, Vicky hurled a series of punches on him and added a couple of kicks for good measure.  This had him seriously disoriented.  The turn of events was unexpected for Dahiya and in a flash he was on ground with his face buried in the soil.  Vicky pinned him down with one knee on his back and twisted his arm.  With the other hand, he pushed his face further down and shouted angrily “Dubaara aayega kabhi yahan (will u come again here?)”

 

Dahiya shook his head.  Such was his anger that Dahiya’s friends dare not come close to him.  He shouted at him again and said “Zor se bol (speak loudly)”

 

Dahiya said “Nahin Aaoonga (will not come)”

 

With this, he let him go.  Even in such a furious situation, he did not let go of his cool.  He did beat him but did not humiliate him beyond a point.  Such was his supremacy in the duel that he could have kicked him anywhere, anytime or spit on him or pressed his face with his foot.  But he did not do any of this.  The moment he heard Dahiya saying that he will vanish, he let him go.  He sat there and looked at Mr Khan.  Mr Khan had a very thankful look on his face and he came close to Vicky to have a good look at him.  There were a couple of marks of blows on his face.  Much less than the marks he had left on Dahiya’s body and definitely much less deeper the mark he had left in Sadaf’s heart. 

 

Mr Khan said “Beta kya zaroorat thee (What was the need for this)”

 

“Zaroorat thee uncle – yeh kutte laat jaldi samajhte hain (There was the need – these mongrels understand language of kicks faster)”  replied Vicky.

 

Sadaf came close to him and placed her hand on his shoulder and said “Thanks” he replied “you are welcome” and smiled.  The smile was reciprocated and he knew that he had touched the right string of her heart.

 

With this, Mr Khan pulled him and with an arm around his shoulders proceeded to their residence.  At home, Mr Khan thanked Vicky’s father and his family.  His father was concerned about the reputation of boys from Munirka.  Though he supported Vicky’s act fully but he had a genuine concern.  On further questioning, Vicky told him more about Dahiya and then he could zero in on the boy.  He was son of one “Masterji” in Munirka village.  He knew him well and Masterji also respected Vicky’s father a lot.  In one more way, his father’s goodwill and reputation had helped him.  Now his father was a bit easy that knowing Masterji, he knew he could control things before they got out of hand.  Fortunately, there was never a need to pull that lever. 

 

Dahiya was out of her life for good measure.  Both avoided playing against each other.  Soon he learnt that Dahiya had found a new doll, who was ready to dance to his tunes.  This assured him that Dahiya chapter was closed for good.

 

There was a new found admiration for Vicky in Khans.  Mrs Khan, Tina and Sadaf joined Mr Khan in thanking them.  They invited them to a sumptuous dinner.  Khans felt secure in the knowledge of having such a good family as neighbours.  They were worried about their daughter’s safety, but a good neighbour is worth its weight in gold.  And they definitely were.  Vicky had suddenly become the cynosure of Khan ladies.  Vicky had an eye on all three but he wanted to see what happens next.  He did not want to lose them with one wrong step. All the three had unique charm but for him the most coveted one was Mrs Khan but he knew it was most dangerous as well.  Of the two daughters he found Sadaf more attractive.  Her silky smooth dusky look and voluptuous body and shiny hair was a turn on for him.  With Dahiya episode ending in his favour he was looking forward to the rewards.

 

Sadaf had progressed to 12th standard and was to face the 2nd round of dreaded board exams.  Vicky used to be at home all day, so his friends. As summers start setting in Delhi in April, hence they used to get together to play early morning and in evening.  During the afternoon he would be home watching t.v or sleeping.  Tina and Sadaf would come together from school.  The staircase had a common door at the entrance at ground level for the two flats.  So if the door is bolted from inside and the two doors of terraces are also bolted from inside, then the two quarters are pretty much safe from any theft, burglary, salesman visit etc.  So when they would press the bell installed at the entrance, Vicky would come down to open the door and welcome them.  The two pretty lasses would brighten up his otherwise boring afternoon.  Mrs Khan was also a working woman so it would be Vicky and the two beauties for the better part of the afternoon together.  The terrace walks at night were still on. 

 

This incidence happened 3-4 days after Dahiya episode and it was second week of April.  Sadaf and he were talking and walking on the terrace, no hand holding nothing but walking together.  There was nothing special but general small talk. 

 

Then as it was bound to happen, she turned to him and hugged him.  He also embraced her encircling the voluptuous beauty in his arms.  Her milk jugs crashed against his chest and her head rested on his shoulder.  His arms across her back were holding her, tight enough to be near her and lose enough to not look possessive.  He felt the silkiness of her hair with one hand.  After being in such embrace, she moved back and said thanks once again.  Vicky replied “Your wish is my command, my lady” and bowed as a knight would, this made her laugh.   She was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of pyjamas.  The twin peaks were looking more protruding owing to the slightly tight t-shirt.  The t-shirt may have been a couple years old, atleast. 

 

After that, they both sat on the entrance of terrace and she started talking about how Dahiya used to ill-treat her and after his altercation with her father, how she was afraid of him.  She asked him why did he bet her in the duel.  Vicky explained of how he had noticed Dahiya was low on Stamina and also he had a fair idea of his strength and only after calculation he had deduced that he could beat him 9 times out of 10.  He said that by raising the stakes he had made him commit and he knew that this was their chance.  He said he would have never offered her as a prize as he never saw girls as property.  He would not have done even if she was his wife, let alone a neighbour.  Vicky said that he was actually looking to pick a fight with Dahiya and his plan was to be seen with her after he beats him so that he gets the message and gets lost.  It was sheer chance that he saw them the other day and took the plunge. Sadaf was convinced of what he said.  He himself was not.

 

Both sat there talking.  At one point of time Vicky was looking straight up into the sky and admiring the stars where as Sadaf had a look full of admiration for him and was looking at him.  He saw her through the peripheral vision.  The moment he turned his head towards her she started look up ahead and avoided eye contact, it was as if she was caught red handed at some shop.

 

He said “Chalen? (shall we move)”

 

She nodded in the affirmative but kept on looking straight.  He gathered some courage and gave a small peck on her cheek and said “Good Night.”  She did not expect this and was startled and was silent for 4-5 seconds and then looked at him and said good night.

 

A small milestone had been reached.

 

It was Sheetal’s birthday in 2nd half of April.  Kapoors had organized a birthday get together in the evening.  Vicky’s parents were also invited but they had to excuse themselves as they had to go to another relative’s.  He was allowed to go to Sheetal’s birthday instead of relatives, thereby marking their presence at both the places.  Vicky actually relished such an opportunity.

 

The birthday was on a Friday.  The party was thrown on the same day.  Kapoors had a big house with a big terrace. The party was on the terrace itself.  It was a good gathering, mildly cool evening breeze had made the evening that much more pleasant.  He did not buy any gift for her but bought a bouquet of flowers.  At the anointed time he reached.  There were only a few people there at that time.  Most of them known to him.  Mr Kapoor welcomed him in.  He was smartly dressed.  Next to meet him was Niti.  She had grown up to be quite a beauty and true to her form was quite popular with boys at her college.  She was about to finish her final year in college. Not only boys but a couple of young professors as well.  A grown up girl, so sexy and so well endowed in all departments, was not fond of maintaining herself.  A slight focus on herself could have made her look divine.  The boobs had got bigger and the ass a bit fuller and rounder, may be due to some heavy duty pounding.  She was wearing a top and long skirt and was looking good enough to eat.  After his tryst with Sanju, Vicky was more attracted to grown-up girls. A new hairdo of curls was adding to the personality apart from the big bead necklace.  The overall look mildly resembled that of a rebel but must say the rebel was very hot looking.  Vicky had thought of how she would look nude, he had seen her partial nude but that was some time back.

 

The next female of Kapoor family he laid his eyes on was the Birthday Girl herself.  Dressed in a beautiful black coloured one piece dress, she was looking so precious.  The skirt was coming upto a couple of inches above her knee and the halter top concealed more than it revealed but kept everyone interested.  He knew what she would want to have done to her but the gathering prevented it.  The dress was just loose enough to not look vulgar and tight enough to accentuate the curves.  The backless black dress was in perfect contrast to her ivory smooth complexion.  He went upto her and presented a bouquet and hugged her.  Due to the gathering around, this was the maximum he could do.  Knowing that they were classmates, nobody minded the hug. (Those days hugs between people from opposite sexes were not very common).  Then there were her other relatives & neighbours, beautiful people all around.  Also present were some of his and her close friends from school and he could recognize a few who stayed close-by and were known to both them and Kapoors.  And present there was Mr Gupta (remember from the two lane incident), his wife and young son.

 

After exchanging pleasantries with all concerned, Sheetal, Vicky and group of friends were standing in a corner talking about their holidays.  Most of them were planning to go on a vacation out of town.  Even his Sheetal was thinking on the same lines. Just then his eyes fell on a divine beauty.  The lady was dressed to kill.  If this was not heavenly then he was lost for words.  The group of friends continued to talk but he could not take his eyes off her.  He would nod his head in agreement etc just to show that he is with them but all the time the eyes had been zeroed in on the beauty.  She was worth zeroing in and was Sheetal’s mother.

 

She was dressed in a black and red transparent chiffon saree with a matching red coloured blouse.  The blouse, needless to say was sleeveless and was a halter with a string around her neck holding it and at the bottom the extra deep back blouse was held by a knot of two thin strips of cloth.  Much like the designer blouses we see on tv.  These days such blouses are common for parties but in those days it was nothing short of scandal.  The creamy white smooth shining skin was looking radiant.  Vicky guessed that she was not wearing a full petticoat but a short skirt or the saree was held at her waist with some string.  As Mrs Kapoor crossed a light source placed on ground, shadow of two shapely legs was good enough indicator for him to decipher the same. The tightly wrapped saree was encasing the full beautiful round ass for everyone.  The silky hair till mid back were open and a few strands flying across the face with the evening breeze were providing a pleasant sight.  She was not thin but thanks to gym sessions in hotels had lost weight in bad areas and retained the sensuous voluptuousness in the good areas of body.  Hence, she had the perfect figure.  A fine specimen of healthy, hot, sexy, female.  The poor blouse was trying to do its best to encase the twin beauties.  The deep cleavage was for all to see who cared through the semi-transparent saree and the halter blouse meant that the saree could not be pinned to the shoulder which meant that the saree was in a perpetual state of freefall owing to the silky smooth shoulder of the divine beauty.  She was having a hard time in holding her saree and the men / boys at the gathering were hard in their trousers. 

 

Mr Gupta was the obvious lecher present.  Mrs Gupta was a good lady, caring, average looking but nothing compared to Mrs Kapoor.  Everyone knew that Mr Gupta was with her because of the money power of his in-laws and that she was a government official and Mr Gupta was an average paid private sector employee.  He was just eyeing Mrs Kapoor and given an opportunity would have mounted her.  Perhaps everyone would have.

 

As the gathering increased, it got distributed in small groups of 4-5 each.  The family was attending to its guest.  A couple of times Mrs Kapoor had asked the children group on what they would like to have.  Vicky would have loved to say “You” but held it back.

 

The cake was cut – First pieces of the cake were given to her by family and then it was Vicky’s turn for giving the cake.  He gave a big piece of cake and as they used to do in school smeared her face with the cake cream.  She was caught off-guard and everyone laughed.  Their other classmates also joined in the fun and smeared her face.  Fortunately, the dress did not get spoiled.  She moved to her house down to wash off the cream.  Vicky followed her.  When she about to wash off the cream with water, he stopped her and licked off the cream from her face.  It was a very erotic sight.  Lick by lick all cream was off her face.  He licked her lips, cheeks, eyebrows, chin, nose, forehead.  This was enough to get her on a high and stimulate her to higher level of eroticisms.  As she was starting moaning, one call from upstairs brought her to senses and she washed off her face.  She turned to him and asked for her birthday gift.  He held her in embrace and cupped her beautiful ass cheeks and said, pleasure in this hole would be your gift.  She chuckled and said I will wait for it and grabbed his crotch for a quick press.

 

Both returned together and the games started.  It was music, food, games keeping everyone occupied, however, Vicky’s eyes was looking for something between Gupta and Mrs Kapoor.  After about 10 minutes or so, when dinner was served, Mrs Kapoor silently moved towards the staircase leading to their home down.  This was not unnatural, a very normal thing to do in the situation, but she stood in the door way and looked in the oblivion for a few seconds and then moved down.  After say, 2-3 minutes Gupta also excused himself and went towards the staircase and after a quick look around for not being noticed proceed downstairs.  He thought his movement had escaped everyone, but actually Vicky had seen the trace and pattern of both the movements downstairs. Now the third one to move down was Vicky himself.  He excused himself of using the washroom and casually moved downstairs.  Since he knew Kapoor’s house very well so he could use all the angles to good effect.  The door was not properly bolted from inside – perhaps not to ignite any suspicion.  Adjoining kitchen was a store (a pretty big sized) which was not visible apart from one particular point and the best part was that due to the party some furniture was rearranged so as to hide the vantage point of vision to the store.  Hence, Vicky positioned himself in such a way that he could see the store.  The door was open and he could see in.  He could see two shadows and then the shadows moved towards the part which was in his clear sight.  As expected it was Gupta and Mrs Kapoor. 

 

She was standing with his back towards him and he had his hands on her bare shoulders.  The pallu of the saree was in her hands (remember it was not pinned).  He could hear them talking in the hush tones.

 

Gupta : “Just once Shalu” (Mrs Kapoor’s first name was Shalini)

 

She replied in negative “Koi aa jaayega” (someone would come)

 

Gupta : “Nobody is here – kaun aayega – sab uppar hain” (who will come – all others are upstairs)  Cannot control – you are looking too hot.

 

She kept silent. 

 

He started kissing the nape of her neck and shoulders with his right hand finding the route to her gorgeous right breast.  She did not move.  He pressed it very roughly which jolted her.  She tried to wriggle away but to no awail.

 

Gupta : Ek bar dori khol do taaki main choos loon, aaj control nahin ho raha, ek baar to choos lene do – hamesha uppar se hee daba paya hoon (He wanted her to loosen the string holding the blouse behind her back so that he could suck them and that it would be first time as she did not proceeded further than fondling)

 

Perhaps the situation and the naughtiness of the whole act had made her more daring.  She turned towards him, the pallu of the saree was still in her hand.  Gupta made a move towards the beautiful deep cleavage and licked the entire length of cleavage with his tongue.  Vicky did not expect such a sensuous move from Gupta.  Just then Gupta started mauling her melons.  She moved back and brought her other hand in front of her ample bossom to stop him and said “aise mat karo, blouse kharab ho gayega toh koi samajh lega. Ok main sirf ek minute ke liye string kholungi, moonh par kiss mat karma, makeup kharab ho jaayega aur bakiyon ko shaq ho jaayega” (don’t do this, if the blouse gets crumpled, someone would guess.  Don’t kiss my face as make up will be smeared and someone will start snooping.  I am opening the strings only for one minute)

 

This was music to both sets of ears (Gupta’s and Vicky’s).  And then it happened.  She had a quick look around and untied the string behind her back and let the blouse fall down.  The base of the blouse was still intact hence the scene was that the two pieces of trying to cover two beautiful mountains had fallen down and were hanging below the base of the boobs. Gupta just sucked the boobs like there was no tomorrow and Vicky was left gaping at the beauty and audacity of the lady.  They were much more than handful.  Gupta’s hands were not able to cover them, infact one-third of them were visible.  The creamy white soft skinned boobs had a very slight sag which added to the beauty but by and large they were very upright.  The aerolas were of light golden brown in colour and nippies also came in same shade.  With the erotic situation, the nippies had become tight and stiff and he thought a bit longer as well.  He was sucking them like a child while she had her eyes closed and was enjoying the man.  Gupta had in the meanwhile encircled her with her arms with his hands moving on to the other beautiful globes, the ass globes and pressed them over her saree.

 

He gave them one small bite which brought her back to senses and she disengaged leaving Gupta gaping for breath and boobs.  Vicky had his dick rock hard during the process and he admired the divine beauty.  This lady, he thought, was made to be fucked only.  He pushed Gupta a bit away and asked him to go back unless someone would come and when he begged for more, she promised her more sometime later.  With that promise Gupta turned back and left for terrace.  The hottie moved to her bedroom, looked herself in the mirror, tided up her looks and went up.  Vicky got up from his hideout, went to toilet, relieved himself and went upstairs pleased with two facts. One that Gupta had not madeout with her and secondly that she is there for the taking, if he pressed the right buttons.

 

He knew that the moves would have to be played quickly if he wanted the divine sex object.  As the evening progressed and people started dwindling there was one occasion when he and Mrs Kapoor were standing in corner and he was helping her.  Between the small talk that they were engaged in, he slipped in “Aunty aapko apne blouse aur make up ki bahut chinta raheti hai” (Aunty you are worried about your blouse and make up).  This caused the bells to ring in her mind very loudly and a smile on his face.  He said good night and moved to his friends group and after exchanging a few jokes started to leave and once turned back to see his diving beauty who in turn was locked onto him.  Both pair of eyes met, one set startled and the other one triumphant.  He judged that he had pressed the right buttons and a few more of those and he would have her sooner than later. But he would have to move quickly on this.

 

The next day, Saturday, Sheetal called him up and asked for the present.  How shameless she had become - he thought and told her that she can come and collect it on Monday.  She replied “won’t you deliver it.”  He said “I had come for mine – you will have to come for yours.”  Both laughed at it.  Him being on vacation with nobody for a few hours in both the flats (his and Khans) meant there was a lot of privacy for them. 

 

The next evening, he went to the market and happened to meet Sheetal there all alone.  Both exchanged greetings and after doing the purchase, he took her to the nearby park and both of them sat there.  He turned the topic to the party and she said how many gifts she had got etc., he replied “wait for mine – it will be best,” her response was “pata hai – bada hoga” (I know, it would be big) she referred to her dick.  Making of a hot slut.

 

Deliberately he moved the course of discussions to her mother.

 

Vicky : “Teri mom mein bahut change aaya hai” (Your mom has changed a lot)

 

Sheetal : “I know”

 

Vicky : “Hotel ki naukri?” (hotel job?)

 

Sheetal : “Yes. Business Development mein attractive hona padhta hai” (you have to be attractive in business development)

 

Vicky : “Any other change?”

Sheetal : “She attends a lot of parties.  Male friends zyada ho gaye hain (she has a lot more male friends now) Salary bhi bahut badh gayi hai (salary has increased a lot)

 

Vicky : “your dad?”

 

Sheetal : “Jabse dad job se business mein shift hue aur usmein loss hua – tabse he has started ignoring small things.  Mummy ki salary se bahut help hoti hai (since dad moved to business from a job and lost money in business – he knows the mom’s salary is of a big help).  He ignores these things.

 

Sheetal : He has seen her a few times in company of senior bosses but has learnt to accept the nature of business development job.

 

To Vicky it translated into - he turned a blind eye as long as his wife made money even if it meant screwing the whole office.  This had put a lot in perspective but Gupta was still a mystery.  How could that joker could get his hands on this beauty. 

 

He enquired “Aunty ko hotel mein job kaise milee?” (how did she get the job in hotel?)

 

“Gupta uncle ki vajah se” (because of Gupta uncle).

 

Now the whole scene was clear.  Gupta wanted his fees in kind, she having tasted success in hotel did not need him much but could not ignore him completely.

 

He gave her a quick kiss on lips when he thought nobody was seeing and came back home.

 

Post dinner he went to the terrace for the walk.  Sadaf was also present.  The usual talk started and she asked her about the birthday party etc.  After talking for walking for about half an hour, they decided to move back to their homes.  He took a step forward but she did not move.  He looked at her, she said “you are forgetting something,” he did not understand, she pointed at her cheek, he smiled and gave a good night peck on her cheek and she also returned the same.  Both smiled and now moved together.  One more milestone reached.

 

It was Monday morning, his parents had gone to their offices, Khans had gone to theirs.  Tina and Sadaf had left for their schools earlier so it had left Vicky all alone.  He was impatiently waiting for Sheetal.  He had to give the gift.  At the stroke of 11am, the doorbell rang.  He went downstairs and opened the staircase door.  It was Sheetal, as expected.  Conservatively dressed in a top and a full length skirt.  They climbed the stairs and entered his flat.  He closed the door behind him and stood there admiring her beautiful ass globes.  She turned and said “kya dekh rahe ho” (what are you looking at), he replied “place of gift delivery.” 

 

Sheetal had been to his house a few times, she knew the placement of the furniture etc and went straight to the fridge for water.  He did not move, was intrigued by her movements.  She was drinking water and letting a bit fall on her top.  The top was more like a cotton t-shirt straining itself to the full to conceal the evergrowing boobs.  He saw that the cotton t-shirt had revealed lack of any bra.  The top was stuck onto the boobies and the wet nippies stuck out proudly.  He said “neeche bhi khaali hai na” (you are not wearing any panty).  She said “kaise delivery man ho, location bhi nahin jaante” (what sort of delivery man you are – don’t even know the location).  He smiled and swore to himself that the girl is in for a big time fuck.

 

He went behind her held her with his arms crossing just under her boobs and brought his face down to kiss the nape and earlobes.  This got her going, if there was ever a need to do this for getting her going.  She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest whilst his hands started the massage of the boobs.  The movement of his crotch behind her got the ass globes into an harmonic motion.  Vicky kept on kissing her, moved to her cheeks and with one hand turned her face towards him and pressed his lips on hers.  The hand went back to their favoured place of boobs.  The tongues found each other within no time and saliva tasting started.  Very reluctantly one of the hands found its way down on top of her crotch area and pressed her pussy from top of her skirt.  Gentle massage of boobs, pubic region and heavy duty smooching was getting too much for her also and she was getting weak in the knees.  It was not the first time that he did this to her, but it always made her weak.  She had small time flings with other boys as well (nobody went beyond kissing and boob pressing) but the effect he had on her was extraordinary.

 

He lifted her to the bedroom and placed her on the double bed.  It was a sight with her legs towards him and hair covering parts of her face and the top crumbling up to expose the sexy navel.  He just caught the bottom of the skirt and started pulling in down.  The elastic band skirt started its journey south.  The band of the skirt came down to reveal her naked pubic area (as he had guessed) and slowly it covered the journey from thighs to knees to shin and then feet and off it went.  It was a very erotic sight with Sheetal with only her top covering her modesty.  You can say, for solidarity, Vicky also removed his shorts and underwear.  Even he was only in a t-shirt.  He pulled her by her legs towards her and her mouth came close to his ever hard tool.  As the reflex, perhaps, the mouth engulfed the top of the big cock and the tongue started the magic.  The dick got harder and the top of the dick got bigger.  But the mouth was still at work.  He kept his hand behind her back and was also gyrating to a rhythm.  As she was busy sucking, he pulled off her top and his also.  Now both the kids were in birthday suites.  She had also mastered the art of sucking, would have been a professional – he thought.  After 10 minutes of sucking, she looked up, as if begging for her gift.  He was nowhere near cumming, she used to continue for longer periods but this time round it was the anticipation which was ruling her mind.

 

He also got on the bed with her and spread her legs.  The inviting pussy was there for him.  As per his practice of some time, he went down licking it with his tongue doing the wonders to her.  The hands found their natural resting pillows (her boobs) and kept on mauling them for good effect.  The touches of the tongue to the pussy and the anticipation of the impending ass fuck was making her crazy, suddenly she tightened her leg grip around his head.  This was an indication to him that she was about to cum.  And came she did.  This time the fountain of juices was let lose on him and he was all to eager to lap up the nectar.  He then inserted his finger in her pussy and rotated them a bit.  She was in throes of passion.  He took the fingers drenched in her love juices out and saw them glistening.  He again inserted them and further rotated them and took them out and this time headed straight for her ass hole.  This was new to her and that made it clear that the time had come.  One finger in startled her and she was now thinking of his big dick inside.  She was both thrilled and worried of the prospect.

 

He turned her around and with one swift motion lifted her in such a manner that she was on her knees sitting upright.  He positioned himself behind her such that he was also on his knees with his upright cock touching her hips.  One hand went to the boobs and the other one to the pussy mound and he kept massaging the both interspersed with kisses on her face, nape, lips etc.  When he was sure that she was sufficiently aroused, he motioned her to go down on all fours.  This was the time they both were waiting for.  It was like an athlete on his marks waiting for the bullet for the 100mtr dash.  With his cock as hard as a iron rod, he proceeded towards the unchartered territory. He looked at the beautiful creamy white ass globes of Sheetal with a very small asshole and also could see the pussy lips.  As he moved forward, the long rod touched the pussy lips.  This made Sheetal turn her head back to him and say “yahan nahin – yahan” (not here but there) pointing to her asshole.   He had a look at her hole, it was too small for the raging manhood, she would die he thought.  At first he took one finger and inserted in, Sheetal felt it but did not show any pain.  Next he inserted the other finger with great difficulty which made her writher in pain and said “nahin (no)” and when he took the fingers out, she again said “nahin,” first no was for pain and second one for pleasure sought.  But he had a genuine problem at hand.  They had about 1.5hours with them till Sadaf and Tina returned.  Friction and oiling concept of physics came in handy for him.  He fingered her pussy for ever flowing juices.  Then he inserted two fingers in her hole.  This time it was less painful for her.  Now he started a simple motion of the fingers very slowly.  She felt her asshole walls stretched but she enjoyed the pain.  As she got used to the stretching he inserted the third finger which made her feel that the hole would tear apart.  He did not move the fingers but let them be there.  With the other hand the boob massage continued.  The boob massage coupled with ass fingering was having the desired effect on her.  She felt a feeling of exploding orgasms in her.  After the fingers were for about two minutes he moved them gently.  By now the inner walls had created space for them.  She felt the pain but it was not the excruciating pain as earlier.  Slowly he removed his fingers and picked up a Vaseline jar and put a few drops of the lotion on his dick and also a few drops in her hole and proceeded.  The big knob of the dick was much bigger than the fingers, so he put extra lotion.  As the knob reached the doorway to heaven he pushed it in very slowly, thanks to fingering earlier, the hole was primed for heavy duty penetration. As the knob went in, he stopped.  Sheetal felt as if the eyes would come out of her sockets.  She started breathing heavily, as he asked “rokun kya” (should I abort) she waived her hands indicating no.  Come what may she wanted her pleasure – what a slut he thought.

 

It took her hole about 4-5 minutes to adjust the knob. He put more lotion on his dick and the other hand found the pussy juices and he massaged his dick with it.  When he felt that the dick is sufficiently lubricated, he pushed it in very slowly.  Centimeter by centimeter about half of his dick was in her.  Which meant about 3.5-4 inches of it was still outside.  For his age he had a big dick (about 8 inches long and pretty thick as well).  Sheetal was feeling the dick inside and she felt it big.  It was hurting but she was enduring the pain.  Gradually he took it out by a couple of inches and pushed it in.  It felt good.  So slow motions started the pleasure for her and as the dick kept on going in she kept feeling the painful pleasure.  It now reached a stage where his balls were hitting her.  Gradual motions had picked up speed and had developed a rhythm. 

 

It was a sight to behold.  A nubile young beauty on her fours with ass cheeks pointing towards her lover, her hair swaying to the motion of humping and the eyes closed trying to savour the pleasure.  The big boobies moving in all directions as if they had a mind of their own and ass moving up and down in order to maintain the rhythm.  The dog like fucking was too good for both of them.  She felt the juices flowing again in her and he at one time made it a bit rough by pulling her hair and increasing the momentum.  She had come in her pussy but there was no stopping him.  With one hand she ensured that the juices did not wet the bedsheet and massaged it on her thighs. He saw her and his hand reached her pussy mounds and he again inserted his fingers and took them out wet and spread the juice on her ass hole.  The pitch had picked up, both were gyrating vigorously and then he exploded.  He came in her and felt that he never came that much.  Rope after rope the cum was shot in the tiny extended hole.  She felt filled but what it did was his dick was rinsed in his own cum and small droplets formed a stream down her thigh.  She could feel it and she placed her hand on her thigh and picked it up and sucked it in.  What a slut he thought. 

 

With so much lubrication, he started again.  This time pain was less both for him and her and more pleasurable.  She was more active participant this time as the focus was more on enjoyment rather than the pain she was facing.  The swish-swish sound of the extra cum in her asshole meant that it was fully greased and well oiled.  The effort required to let the monster dick go in was less than the first time.  The asshole walls had well accommodated the tool.  Vicky held her hair and pulled the head up.  Slowly the momentum increased.  The movement boobs swinging away to glory increased.   Vicky mauled them with one hand with the other still holding her mane just in manner of controlling a horse’s movement.  The passion was getting to him and her.  Both had turned very aggressive in their love making.  He was humping the piston with great gusto and she was also in the mood.  The sound of moans had increased.  The in out movements of the rock hard dick was giving her immense pleasure alongwith pain.  The nubile bodies were enjoying their journey into hereto unchartered waters.

 

Vicky let go of her mane and moved the hand towards her pussy.  A couple of digits had found their way inside the folds of pussy lips. The fingers were doing wonders for her.  The circular motion of digits ensured that the sensitive skin was giving her extreme pleasures. The torment was unbearable for Sheetal.  The mauling of her sensitive boobies which Vicky had mastered over last few years coupled with penetration in both the holes was becoming unbearable for her though the enjoyment and pleasure she was deriving out of it was unimaginable.  Her face was a portrait for wanton lust.  The eyes were closed, the lips were slightly open forming an “O” and the whole body was glistened with the sweat generated by some heavy duty movement.  She was matching Vicky in his stroke making by moving her gorgeous full round ass up and down.  She was a very willing and passionate partner in this teen love making.

 

She felt the now well known feeling of approaching the orgasm.  The legs tightened the grip around his hand.  Her body started to shake, all too well known to him.  The pussy juices flooded and wetted his fingers.  She had cum he had not.  He continued the motion of piston  and boob mauling.  The fingers drenched in love juices had not eased the torment.  She could not even feel the relief after an orgasm.  The passionate sex was making her crazy.  She was in such a state of ecstasy which no drug could achieve.  After pounding for another 5-7 minutes, he felt the familiar feeling in his balls.  He came in by the liters and so did she.  It was the second time for her in this spell.  She felt his cum in her already much filled hole. 

 

He brought his dick out and spread the oozing cum from her hole on her ass and boobs.  He inserted his fingers in her holes to extract all love juices and cum possible.  The mixture of juices and cum was then spread on her body.  He paid special attention while spreading it over her boobies and ass.  To add to the sheen of love juices was the sweat.  He thought that the combination was the best possible polish for human body.  The lovers then lay on bed in each other’s arms and said  “Happy Birthday Sheetal.” 

 

She replied “It was the best birthday present she ever had.”

 

What a slut – he thought.

 

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She tried to stand up but was feeling very sore in her asshole. It was painful when she tried to walk around.  He suggested that she should join him on the bed and move only after some time when the body had adjusted itself.  She agreed and joined him.  He was spooning her, with his crotch on her ass globes and the hand making circles round her pussy area and the other hand finding its favourite resting place.  She was feeling very secure and very peaceful in his arms.

 

Vicky wanted to know more about her mother. 

 

He said “Tu aur Niti aunty pe gaye ho” (you and Niti – her sister – resemble your mother)

 

She said “Haan” (Yes)

 

He said “Wohi bade bade mumme and pyaari see ass” (same style – big boobs and lovely ass)

She said “Oye – u r talking about my mother’

 

“I cannot help it – she is damn hot.  Teri Birthday party par sab unko dekh rahe they – tune notice nahin kiya?” (Everyone was eyeing her at your Birthday party – didn’t you notice that)

 

Sheetal lowered her voice and said “I did”

 

She turned her head towards her and he kissed on lips.  Soon tongues found their partnership and the saliva exchanging session started.  The hand on the boobs started its magic and so did the one making circles near her crotch.

 

He then disengaged leaving her gasping for breath and love.

 

He again moved to her mother “I did not like the way Gupta was looking at her”

 

She said “he is a lecher – he eyes mom and Niti”

 

“Ek baat toh kaheni padegi – your mom has become too hot - I don’t blame Gupta,” said he.

“Uncle kaise react karte hain (how does uncle react)” he deliberately wanted to revisit this topic.

 

“He is not so dominant” 

 

“What about Niti”

 

“Woh azaad panchhi ban gayi hai – mummy kuchh nahin kahetin usse – usko bhi mom ke baare mein pata hai” (she is now a free bird – mom doesn’t say anything to her – she knows about mom)

 

“Ek baat poochoon, bura toh nahin manogi” (should I ask something, you may feel bad?) he asked

 

“Haan poocho, nahin maanongi – but continue the good work of hands” (you may ask – wont take it in a wrong way)

 

The hands started the usual pleasure technique.  She felt the pleasure.

 

“Kabhi aunty ko kisi ke saath dekha hai?” (have you seen her with someone)

 

She kept quiet.  He thought this is it – he has blown it away.  Just as he was about to say sorry, she said “Haan” (yes)

 

She then elaborated that once she had gone to a hotel.  It was an unscheduled visit.  There she had seen her, surrounded by 3 men, it was supposed to be business development meet.  The meeting was successful.  Each one shook her hand gave a quick peck on her cheek.  Then one of them had proceeded to the reception and had asked for a room.  Meanwhile her mother asked them to sign the papers.  Once done, she put the papers in her purse.  After a shortwhile, the one who had gone to get the room signaled success and the four of them moved towards the lift.  The men had taken the liberty to give a quick squeeze on her ass globes and boobies while entering the lift.

 

After that she had come out of hotel with a sickening feeling in her stomach.  She had tried broaching the subject to her father but stopped once he said that his wife’s additional salary and incentives were of great help to the house.

 

He kept quiet but smiled. 

 

She said “Tum chup ho gaye ho” (you have become silent)

 

He said “nothing to say”

 

He looked at the clock and almost shrieked.  It was about time for Sadaf and Tina to come back from school and as per habit they may drop in for a quick chit chat.  Over last few days (specially after Dahiya fight) three of them used to have lunch together.

 

He asked her to proceed and lied to her “Mummy may come – she was saying that she may take a half day today”

 

She understood his anxiety and started wearing clothes, but not before a 2-3 minutes kissing and boob & ass pressing session leaving her gasping for more.

 

She was moving very gingerly but finally managed to find her stride and said before leaving “Thanks again for the present.”

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Sadaf and Tina managed to miss her only by a few minutes.  Vicky saw his bedroom.  The bedsheet was full of stains of love juices and cum. There was no way in the world that he could have let his mother see the sheet.  It would kill him.

 

He picked up the sheet from the bed and spread the Vaseline wherever he saw the stain.  He would then lie that he spread the Vaseline as he lost the grip.  He then put it in the washing machine and washed it.  The bedsheet was then duly hung on wire on the terrace to find some sun shine.  The stained parts were deliberately rubbed again with hands so as to remove them fully.

 

He then had lunch with Tina and Sadaf.  But all the time he was thinking about Mrs Kapoor.  He had to go in for the kill.  In the evening his parents came, he told them about Vaseline spilling incident.  He got the usual round of words.  Nothing major but only guidance.  His parents were happy that he managed to wash the bed sheet.  It was the first time he had done that.  His mother was also surprised but not suspicious.  Necessity is the mother of invention he thought.

 

He went out with his friends in the evening and forgot about everything in a fiercely fought football game.  He was on the winning side.  Everything that day was going as per script.

 

After his dinner, he went for his usual terrace round.  He found Sadaf waiting for him.  He realized that the fortunate day had made him forget about the hottie Sadaf.  It was Mrs Kapoor for him now but ignoring his gorgeous beauty would be an insult to God.  They spoke the usual things.  One more round of thanks from her regarding Dahiya issue, prompted him to say “yaar dahiya ka thanks bahut ho gaya (you have thanked me enough regarding Dahiya) – I feel odd – that chapter is closed – forget it”

 

She smiled and say ok. 

 

But he joined in with a quick repartee “Kya hai sirf shabdon ka hee thanks hai” (is it thanks only with words) and started laughing.  She joined in the laughter.

 

As it was nearing the time to go back it was time for good night kiss.  This time it was she who initiated it.  As she came close to kiss him on his cheek, he moved his face so that he got a small peck bang on his lips.  This startled her but she did not object and was there to receive the peck on her cheek.  Another milestone reached.

 

After a couple of days, Vicky had gone to Sheetal’s house, more in anticipation of finding her mother than her.  God was kind to her.  Sheetal was not there but her mother was definitely there in a well fitted body hugging salwar kameez.  The suit was tightly stitched to enhance the curves.  His x-ray vision eyes could still see the boobs.  The image of boobs at Sheetal’s party was still very vivid.  The body hugging salwar kameez was of deep cut and showed about 3 inches of beautiful cleavage for all who cared to see.  The tight salwar was wrapped on the legs and accentuated the thighs and curves.  The ass globes were also prominent in the appearance.  All in all – made to fuck.

 

She welcomed him in but avoided eye contact.  She told him that Sheetal had gone somewhere and would be back only after 2hrs.  She would have liked to him to go away there and then but he asked permission to use toilet.  He went in and came out.  As obligation she had to invite him to sit and asked if he wanted something to drink / eat.  As he wanted to prolong the conversation, he said “kuch thanda chalega” (something cold). 

 

She brought in a glass of cold soft drink and a few cookies for good measure.  She sat down and started the usual nothings.

 

He was sipping the drink pretty slowly to extend his stay.  He looked very confident and calm though inside he was waiting for her to start something. 

 

He said “Aunty aap jab se hotel mein gayin hain aapme bahut change aaya hai – abto aap ke darshan bhi nahin hote” (since you have joined the hotel, you have changed a lot – we hardly get to see you)

 

“Kya change” (what change)

 

“Cannot pin point – but there is some change definitely”

 

To this she started smiling.

 

After this she got silent.  Gave him an intense look and said “usdin makeup ki kya baat thee”(what did you say about make-up)

 

This was what he was dying to hear.  He could not let go of this chance.  He kept quiet and very carefully thought of the words to use.

 

“I also mentioned blouse” he looked at her sternly and said.

 

She was like a rabbit caught in lights “Oh” she said and looked down.

 

“I saw you and Gupta uncle” he spilled the beans.

 

“Kya karma chahate ho” (what you want to do)

 

“I don’t know – but uncle will not like it”

 

“Kaun maanega” (who’ll believe)

 

“Sheetal and Niti for starters and Mrs Gupta”

 

The moment he mentioned Mrs Gupta, the game changed.  Now there was serious threat of a bad name and Gupta being in danger may act funny.

 

“Chup rahe sakte ho” (Can you remain silent)

 

“You can buy it”

 

“Money?”

 

“No”

 

“Then”

 

“Payment has to be in kind – you look very hot since you have joined hotel” even he was surprised at the bargaining he was doing.

 

“OK – can you come on Friday at 2pm – there would be nobody then – we can think of something” she offered.

 

He nodded and left.  God was very kind on him – he thought and smiled.

 

At the terrace things were progressing between him and Sadaf, albeit a bit slowly.  On Thursday terrace walk, when it came to bidding good-night.  He gave a small peck right on her lips.  Even the previous two nights he was turning his face right on the button and getting it on lips.  She did not say anything and kept quiet for a few seconds and suddenly got on her toes and gave a small peck on his lips and left the terrace quickly smiling.  Another milestone reached.

 

It was Friday morning.  He was a bit restless since morning.  He was smelling something fishy about the whole thing.  He never expected Mrs Kapoor to give in so easily.  There was something but what he did not know.

 

She asked her to come at 2pm but due to curiosity, he left home and went to the park near her house at about 1230pm itself.  Though it was blistering hot in late April, he managed to find some shade under a group of Peepal trees.  It was very comfortable there and he could keep an eye on her house as well.

 

At about 1.15pm he turned his head and saw a car being parked about 200yds from Sheetal’s house.  Out came Gupta and started his walk towards her house.  Although the road was straight, he deliberately took the long route to not to arouse suspicion.  Mark of a thief.  So this was the game.  He understood. She had called Gupta to threaten Vicky into submission.  She thought a few slaps / punches would be enough for the kid.  Little did she know about his strength both in field and bed.

 

Exactly at 2pm he rung the door bell and Mrs Kapoor opened the door and invited him in.

 

She was wearing a light blue coloured semi transparent saree and a deep cut, sleeveless white blouse.   The silky hair were tied in a pony tail.

 

As he went in the drawing room, he saw Gupta and let out a smirk.

 

“Kuchh loge” (would you take something) she asked

 

“Aap jaante ho mujhe kya chaahiye (you know what I want)”

 

Suddenly Gupta erupted and warned him of dire consequences if he did not keep his mouth shut.  He was shouting at Vicky.  He kept silent for sometime.

 

“Gupta (uncle had gone missing – no respect) teri biwi ko bataa doon (should I tell your wife)”

 

Even Gupta was taken aback by his direct approach but managed to threaten him. “Tu mujhe nahin jaanta – haath pair tudwa doonga – tere baap ki bhi haalat kharab karwa doonga” (you don’t know me – I will get your limbs broken – will get your father beaten up)

 

Gupta did not know what blunder he had committed by bringing his father in equation.  In a flash he got up and gave a tight slap and hurled a volley of punches right on his face.

 

“Harami tu toh kisi aur se pitwaayega – main teri gaand abhi todhta hoon” (you bastard will get me beaten up by someone – I will kick your ass right now)  “Maderchod daddy ka naam leta hai” (motherfucker you took my dad’s name)  saying this he again slapped him.  Such was his force that Gupta fell down and was on all fours to balance himself.  True to his word, Vicky gave a ferocious kick on his ass which made him go flat on the floor.  Vicky was hissing with anger and had not finished as yet.  He stepped on his face with his right foot and shouted “Behenchod – dubaara mere saamne aaya ya meri family ko kucch karne ka socha toh saale teri biwi ke saamne tujhe nanga karke maaroonga.  Teri biwi tujhe na support kare toh teri aukat kya hai” (Sisterfucker – If you cross my path again or even think of doing harm to my family, I will make you naked and hit you in front of your wife.  Without your wife’s support you are nothing). Saying this he hurled a lot of abuses.  He had not disgraced Dahiya then for Sadaf but for Mrs Kapoor he had hit Gupta less but disgraced him more.  Both the prizes were worth fighting for.

 

“Harami Bol” (bastard – say something)

 

“Mujhe maaf kar do” (I am sorry) said Gupta

 

“Sun – kapoor family mein se kisi ke pass mat dikhiyo” (listen – don’t come close to anyone from kapoor family)

 

Such was his ferocity and anger in language that Gupta dare not turn back and left like a dog with tail between its legs.

 

He went ahead and closed the door and bolted it from inside.  Mrs Kapoor was standing close to a high table and looking into the mirror on the wall.  The hands were resting on the table and the head position indicated that she had thrown in the towel.  It was like she was some prize he had won or worse his slave.

 

Hitting Gupta was much easy, the moment he had mentioned his father, things went in auto pilot mode.  Now proceeding from here was much difficult.  He went and stood close to her left side and said nothing.  For a few minutes both didn’t flex a muscle.  She waited for him and he for her.

 

Then to break the ice, he went to refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water, brought two glasses and poured water.  Very silently, he then placed the glass before her and asked her to drink.  He waited for a few seconds and then said “It would be impolite to drink before a lady does.”

 

She turned to look at him and gave a weak smile but picked up the glass.  That was one positive development he thought. They stood for few more minutes side by side.

 

The lady was the one to break the silence.

 

“Ab kya” (now what)

 

He didn’t know what to say, he managed to say “you know”

 

Another round of 5-7 minutes of deafening silence.

 

Then he managed to say “Aapki marzi ke khilaaf kuchh nahin hoga” (nothing against your wish).  While saying this he brought his right arm around her right shoulder.  Due to the deep, sleeveless blouse he was able to touch her skin for the first time.  Just like silk he thought.  She didn’t flex a muscle. He didn’t know how to interpret this.

 

He again cleared his throat and said “Ab Gupta nahin aayega” (Now Gupta won’t come)

 

She nodded her head in the affirmative. Good progress.  With this he tightened the grip across the shoulder.  She didn’t move. 

 

Now he moved in behind her.  With both the hands resting on her shoulders.  He towered over her by a few inches.  She looked in the mirror and did not say anything. 

 

He said “I don’t blame Gupta – you are too hot”

 

She didn’t reply but looked at the mirror.  Both pair of eyes met and he decided to venture further.  He reasoned that since Sheetal enjoyed the nape kissing and light boob massage to get into the mood, there was chance that her mother may enjoy the same.  With this great Einstein Logic he proceeded.  He moved the pony to one side and planted his lips on the soft nape of her neck.  She arched her shoulders but did not make much effort to move out.  Not the one to waste time, he landed a few more wet ones on the nape and meanwhile the right hand started its journey towards the coveted boob.  The pallu of the saree was on the left shoulder which meant the blouse covered right boob had one less layer of covering.  The tentative right hand commenced its journey and was a bit jittery when it reached its destination.  The lips were still locked to the nape, but not wetting it or kissing it, she was breathing heavily with heavy bosom having a protruded up-down movement, it seemed the time had stopped for both. 

 

The shivering hand softly touched the coveted boob and pressed it silently.  The lips had started the kisses and the breathing had become less heavy.  It was as if a movie had come to life after a pause.  The boob was big (he knew), soft but firm.  The nipples had also become firm. He did not move his hand and kept it there.  He had guessed it right.  She was weak with this combination of nape kissing and boob work. The hand now was now full on her right boob and massaging it gently.  He had big hands but still then a decent part was out of its coverage area.  A different type of coverage area problem than these days but this coverage area problem everyone would love to have.

 

After a few seconds she said “Nahin (no)” but made feeble attempts to wriggle free.  Due to this her ass-set had come in contact with his crotch and she could feel the size covered by the twin layer of undergarment and trousers.  The feeble attempts to wriggle out of his grip resulted in a beautiful rub between her ass globes and his hard tool.  She was going weak in her knees.

 

He decided to press in the advantage.  Both the hands had covered the twin peaks of glory with his lips wetting either side of neck and paid some attention to ear lobes as well.  This was close to heaven if not anything else.  The light mauling of boobs made her go further weak in knees and press her ass more into him.  He was massaging the boobs with his palms but making circles around the blouse & bra covered nipples.  This boy knows a lot she thought.  She was his – he thought. 

 

Now with a safe knowledge of having her under control, he turned her towards him and now for the first time since Gupta left they made direct eye to eye contact.  She was pressed between him and the table with ass now in direct contact with table.  He took her face in his hands and lifted it towards him and both set of quivering lips came in contact.  At first she was not opening her mouth but after continued pressure she gave in.  The tongues exchanged touches and saliva with Vicky moving very expertly between upper and lower lip and tongue.  The hands still were enjoying the much bigger boobies and as the kiss progressed, she relaxed and was fully into the union.  The hands were finding it difficult to decide on which set of globes to be given preference.  They were oscillating between the well rounded heavy ass and beautiful bosom.  In between he was kissing all over her face, her neck, the upper bosom and then back to lips.  With the passionate foreplay in full swing and the saree pallu off from her shoulder he looked at 3-4 inches of divine cleavage.  Like an expert he first started kissing the bosom region around the cleavage wetting them thoroughly and then the lick started.  He placed his tongue at the first button of the hook at launched the journey to the north.  Millimeter by millimeter he proceed, filling the cleavage with his rich saliva and savouring in the moment.  He was making love to her like a super lover and the age difference was adding spice to the fun.  He was doing to her which no other had been able to.  Most of them at the hotel were focused only on the intercourse with little concern on the foreplay.  Vicky was definitely better than them.  The fuse was off in the lady’s mind and she pressed his head into her cleavage and he pressed his hands on her ass globes.  Just when it seemed the clothes would be off in no time, the stupid clock pendulum decided to strike 4 times indicating 4pm time.  This brought her back to some sense and she asked him to stop.

 

She said “Ab bas” (now stop) – “baaki baad mein” (rest later) It was music to his ears.  She was now for his to take.  She told him that its four and after some time she is expecting a few guests and even he should leave lest his parent may find it odd him not being at home.  Nobody should have suspicion.

 

He understood and knew it can be a long drawn affair.  Like a child he request her for 5 more minutes, she wanted him to continue for five hours not minutes but time factor resulted in the 2 minute bargain.  He went in for the favourite boobs and when he tried to open the hooks, she stopped  his hand.  He got the message and continued the mauling over the blouse only and the kissing all over her face, neck, exposed parts of bosom and shoulders.  She was also enjoying it a lot but asked him to stop after good 3-4minutes. 

 

He asked “promise”

 

She said “promise”

 

With this she told him that since she would be on a late afternoon duty for a fortnight from Monday onwards they could meet for a couple of hours or so at her place from 11hrs onwards.  He gave a curious look asking about Niti and Sheetal.  She told him that they are going out on vacation to their relatives in Darjeeling (West Bengal) for about a month.   She swore him to secrecy which he was more than willing and ready.  He also wanted to avoid trouble.

 

With this he came out with a permanent 3 inch smile on his face but not before a quick kiss, boob press and ass grab before the door closed.  As the door closed, she thought of what she had promised, but then reasoned, she had pleasured others for her growth and business but now she can pleasure herself with the boy.  This will also add to the spice in her life.

 

What a horny lady – like mother, like daughter – he thought. 

 

He reached home well in time for his parents to arrive.  As he pressed the bell from downstairs, Tina came down to open the door of the staircase.  He was following her while climbing up and the eyes were fixed on her gorgeous ass but decided to wait for the opportune time.

 

He went to the terrace for the post dinner session thinking can he get his hands on the two most coveted sets of boobs on the same day.  He was half way there.

 

Sadaf came and he looked at her.  She was wearing her school skirt, reaching upto 3 inches above the knee and a t-shirt which was straining to the hilt as it was Tina’s.  The next two days were offs (sat-sun) for Sadaf and Tina, hence Sadaf came in her skirt.

 

The usual talk started with the topic again going back to Dahiya.  This time round he did not stop her.  But he asked “woh kya chahata thaa” (what did he want her to do to him).  She was taken aback by this but by now they had reached a certain level of comfort so she said “thoda bahut tak theek thaa – but woh sab kuchh karna chahata thaa” deciphered by him as (heavy petting or boob press was ok but he wanted to have sex)

 

He said “I don’t blame him – you are really very hot” and smiled.  She looked at him and then joined in the smile and said there are better ways of complimenting.  He replied “sometimes direct approach is better”

 

Today they were talking longer than usual with topics such as who all in school tried their luck with her and how teachers look at her.  She was also having fun at his expense asking about all his girlfriends etc.

 

As the time came to go back and usual good night kiss, he moved a bit forward closer to the door and a tall wall and stood there.  She came close to him with a quizzical look on her face.  He said “nobody can see us here even from other terraces”

 

She stood with her back to the wall.  He proceed to kiss her.  She thought it would be usual small peck on the lips, but this time rather than just a peck on lips, he brought his tongue out and licked her lips.  This startled her and she looked in his eyes.  The look was intense and there was not much look of disapproval from her either.  She did not protest.  He proceeded to take her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers more forcefully than the usual.  With the force she got plastered on the wall and was moving her hands a bit.  He continued the pressure and made her open her mouth and the tongues did the tango.  As a practiced expert he moved from one lip to other tracing each with his lips and tongue.  This was much different and far better than what Dahiya used to do to her.  After sustained kiss of about a minute or so she relaxed and brought her hands around his head and the fingers played with his head.  They broke the kiss after a few more seconds.

 

As they saw each other, one smiled and the other looked down.  Then the one smiling told the one looking down that it was her turn to give the goodnight kiss.  The one looking down looked up and smiled and kissed him.  Her hands moved behind his head and both were intertwined in a lip lock. His hands moved on her smooth hair and continued the journey south to the ass globes.  As he touched her ass, she stopped kissing for a second but then continued.  He made her turn around with her ass in contact with his crotch feeling the size and hardness whereas his hand move to her gorgeous boobs.  The pattern was same as earlier in the day. 

 

Good captains do not make unnecessary changes to successful strategies.

 

She was into the moment and as his hand touched her boob, she melted into him and pressed his crotch harder with her ass.  He was gently massaging them and drawing circles around the sensitive nippies and aerolas.  She was especially sensitive there and found it too much to handle.  She was used to Dahiya hard mauling but this was more pleasurable.  He kissed on her neck while continuing the torment he inflicted on her by way of drawing geometrical shapes with his fingers around her sensitive nippies.  He cupped her boobs but they were firm in the grip of some lucky bra.  They were definitely more than a handful.  He thought time of seeing them in naked glory was not far away.

 

He wanted to do further, she wanted him to do further but someone up there called time up and came in the voice of Mrs Khan asking Sadaf to come back as it was late.  Both came back from pleasure zone and looked each other albeit a bit sheepishly to start and then smilingly.  He swore to himself that he would screw Mrs Khan at first good opportunity for screwing his fun.

 

With this she moved down first and looked back at him while on her way down with him making expressions of lust.  This made her to smile and lick her lips with her tongue in reciprocation.

 

The day was special.  He loved it.  He was there fully.  Both sets of gigantic bosom massaged on the same day.  He slept with a smile on his face thinking about the abundant possibilities.

 

Next day was a Saturday, off day for his parents, he had to go out with them.  They got a good news that one of his cousins was blessed with a baby girl.  His cousin was his Tayaji’s eldest son (where his sister was staying).  Remainder of the day went of talking to relatives etc and suggesting hell lot of names.

 

Came the night and came the time at the terrace.  Today he had reached there quite a bit early in anticipation.  He was waiting for her.  She on the other hand knew what was to happen and hence delayed her movement so as to torment him a bit.  The light of stairs leading to terrace was off, so that if someone wants to come, they will switch on the light first.  Sadaf did not do it and came up the stairs and hid behind the door to have a look at him, he was impatient and moving around.  After some time, she came out of her hiding and presented herself before him.  He had a look at her.  Today the top was a bit loose, he could not make out if there was a bra underneath, a basic night suit pyjama was the other garment he could see.  The hair were not tied and the silky strands came up to her mid-back.  Today the talk was unusually small, perhaps both were not interested.

 

He just held her hand and pulled close towards him. She said “yahaan nahin – wahaan pe”(not here – there) indicating the place they first did yesterday.  It was all music to his ears.  Within a heartbeat the new found lovers reached the spot.  She looked at him mischievously and winked.  The wink did the trick.  He moved forward and embraced her.  The embrace was tight and in a manner of showing his possessiveness.  The big juggies crushed on his chest.  His hands roamed on her back, tracing from collar bone to hip bone and on the way enjoying the silky hair.  She also measured his back with her hands.  After this embrace of over 2-3 minutes.  He proceeded to kiss the voluptuous dusky beauty.  The small pecks gave way to full saliva tasting.  The tongues intertwined to map each other fully.  The taste buds were tasting only one taste then – of pure lust.  His hands behind her back focused on the ass globes.  They were different than the perfect shapes of Mrs Kapoor but he was not complaining in any way.  Her hands were behind his head playing with his hair, a sureshot sign of her being in the mood to go along.  One hand from the back moved to the front to the coveted globes of her bosom.  Very lightly he touched it and pressed it.  The index finger left off from the day before making circles around the nippies.  She was wearing a bra but he could still feel the stiff nipple underneath it.  He weighed the boob with his hand and as expected it was big.  The hand then moved to the other boob ensuring that they do not feel neglected.  The combined pressure of tongue, hands on boobs and ass meant Sadaf was in the mood.  It was so much more sophisticated than Dahiya’s way, who went on mauling the boobs to eternity and kiss for him was only planting his lips on hers forcefully without the actual art of enjoying and passion.  With Vicky it was different, he was arousing her by the second, like an experienced chess player, planning the moves.  The hand on the ass globe moved to the front and he tried to rub her pubic area to further stimulate her, if the stimulation right now was not enough.  As he touched the sensitive zone, she brought her hand over it to stop him.  He knew, if not today then very soon he will have her so he decided not to push it further and do anything against her wishes. So he continued with boob press, kiss and ass press.  He continued to kiss her all over her face, neck and parts exposed in the loose t-shirt.  The parts just below her beck and upper chest were all there for him to taste.  This went on for quite some time as the teenagers went on the body exploration trip. 

 

As they moved apart gasping for breath, they looked at each other.  He had a triumphant look and the other was smiling with a content look.  He took her soft hand in his and guided to his tool.  She looked at him in surprise but didn’t stop him at first.  As he made her make first contact with his rock hard prick, she pulled back the hand and was a bit defensive.  Vicky didn’t want to lose her, hence the look in his eyes was that of “nothing against your wishes” to which her eyes had responded ok.  He thought when the boob queen is in front of him, he should focus on her prized possession and if she is aroused regularly enough, everything else would fall in place sooner than later. With this thought he again moved to her prized assets.  This time he was behind her with him kissing her nape and hands mauling the boobs and it between drawing circles around her navel, albeit it was covered with her t-shirt.  But it was good enough to arouse her.  The big boobied lass was in mood now, the ass movement over his crotch making great contact with his rock hard tool, meant that she was enjoying it.  He thought that his modus operandi may have been same as Dahiya for guiding her to his tool, perhaps because of which she withdrew.  With that thought he was quite sure that the ass movement indicates her willingness but he has to be much more sophisticated in his approach.  Her arms by now had moved behind his head, making her boobs to protrude out making them all the more prominent, if they were not prominent already.  He continued the onslaught on her boobs by making circles and tweaking her nippies.  Sometimes he will turn her face towards him and kiss her full on.  After this he brought his face and shoved it right in her boobies.  She wanted him and he wanted her but still she was not going all out.  As she pressed his face more in her heavy bosom, he brought his around her ass and pressed on the globes and brought her closer to him.  She was enjoying the caresses and as he moved to suck her boobs, over t-shirt and bra though, she said, “Geela ho jayegi, pata chal jayega” (t-shirt will get wet, it will be known).  This was beethoven’s symphony to him since it had a implied meaning of her not being averse to his sucking her boobs.  To which he had replied “kal button waali shirt pahen lena, and no bra, problem solved” (wear a buttoned shirt tomorrow).  She didn’t reply but neither did she said no.  They continued the programme for a few more minutes before being called from downstairs.  The call broke the magical spell.

 

Sunday they could not meet.  Monday morning, in expectation of meeting Mrs Kapoor, he could not wait for his parents to go to office.  Right at the stroke of 10am the phone rang.  He was sure that it was Mrs Kapoor.  He picked up and the conversation flowed.

 

Mrs Kapoor “Vicky ?”

 

He “Yes Aunty”

 

She “Tumne kaise pahechaana main hoon” (how did you know it was me)

 

He “Guess and expectation”

 

She “Meri shift change ho gayi hai” (my shift has changed) “Tum aa rahe ho? Ek book deni hai” (u r coming? Need to give you a book)”

 

He knew there was no book to be given, it was just safety valve in case anyone picks up from the parallel line.

 

“What time?” he asked

 

“11” pat came the reply.

 

“I want to see you today in same dress as for Sheetal’s b’day party” he said authoritatively.

 

“I will see” she said

 

“No I will see you in that dress only” he said, in his affirmative tone.  She was his to be taken, he knew, the game had changed.

 

“Hmm”

 

He wore knee length baggy half pants and a t-shirt without bothering about undergarments.  1040 he left his home for the dream destination.  At 1055 he reached close to her house and right on dot he pressed the bell.  The door opened and he liked what he saw.  The wet dream had come to life.  Mrs Kapoor was wearing what she was wearing on Sheetal’s b’day party. The same deadly red-black combination and looking drop dead gorgeous. 

 

The door closed, he moved in.  Looked at her, gave an appreciative looked and whistled.  Even the mother of two grown up girls and drop dead beauty liked to be appreciated by a teenager.  He asked her to swirl around, she did.  He said “Petticoat toh nahin pahena?” (you did not wear petticoat?)

 

“Why”

 

“Even on that day you didn’t”

 

“That’s why. Didn’t wear”

 

He took her in his arms and encircled in an embrace.  The hands felt the soft unblemished skin on her back with hands roaming the full length, breadth of her back.  Then he pressed her ass globes.  He turned her around with her full lose hair on one side of shoulder exposing her bare back, he licked the ivory skin.  Every square inch was licked.  She shuddered.  The boy knew how to press the buttons.  He continued the lick, she arched her back, in appreciation, he didn’t stop and continued.  After spreading a thin coat of his saliva on her glistening back, he moved up and brought his teeth close to the string knot behind her neck.  The hands meanwhile were drawing circles around her nippies and gently massaging them.  Without using his hands, he untied the knot with his teeth only and let the blouse fall.  She was impressed by his expertise and imagination.  He moved in front of her and did not proceed to the naked boobs, instead he went ahead and kissed her.  The lip lock proceed to a tongue lock and tongues got intertwined feeling each other’s lips and tongues, alternating between upper and lower lip.  After 5-7 minutes of lip-tongue lock, he broke away from the lip lock but did not disengage from her skin.  The lips were still stuck to her body and the wet lips traced the way downwards from her chin.  The neck, upper bosom all were licked and kissed with the lips resting at the start of cleavage.  The blouse was still tied to the body with a thin strip of cloth joined to the base running around her back.  The strings loosening had meant that the boobs were now uncovered with the front of the top was down exposing the luscious boobs,  He started the licking of cleavage, millimeter by millimeter he went south.  This was making her mad, he was so good at it.  Expert she thought.  As he completely measured the over three inch long cleavage, with his tongue, he moved to the underside of the boobies with the tongue still continuing the magic on the melons.  She was waiting for him to maul the melons but he was making her wait and the pleasurable pain was excruciating for her.  He planted innumerable number of kisses and licks on the underside of her tits, making her go further weak in knees.  Then he started the journey north still licking her, the tongue moved from between the boobs to her upper bosom.  Once again he made her long for his touch, which he was holding back.  He knew, if he could make her happy today, the luscious beauty, the voluptuous lass, the dream woman, the walking wet dream will be his for taking as long as he wanted.  He was not leaving any stone unturned to achieve his objective.

 

Then he proceeded to play with the boobs but not before untying the strip of cloth holding balance of the blouse.  The sight was magnificent, the luscious housewife was standing top nude with her black saree tied around her waist and some part on ground.  The nippie region was golden brown in colour. One common thing ran in the Kapoor family women, the nippies and aerolas were not dark in colour.  He took the nipple between his thumb and index finger and tweaked it a bit, the sensitive nipple became more stiff.  He did this to both the boobs.  The stiff nippies became looked like small erasers.  Then he started sucking the boobs with tongue paying attention area around nippies.  The boob massage started and gradually the pressure increased.  The sucking brought in new sensations to her.  People had sucked her boobs, nobody could resist the temptation, those were meant for mauling and sucking only, but this one was special.  This one was passionate, loving, caring.  She pressed his head further into her bosom.  She liked it and her pressing his head was the testimony.  The melons he liked were his now.  God was kind to him.  The breathing had increased, the bosom was heaving up and down with more prominence.  The sucking had made her reach her first orgasm.  She was sensitive there but nobody had made her cum only with sucking, boob pressing.  He was the first one to explore this possibility and succeed. She moaned and with one big moan, she pressed his head into her and the legs shook alongwith the whole body.  The face was a portrait of lust, wanton lust.  The eyes were half closed.  The thin sheen of sweat had applied a coat of shine on her body.  She came in like a waterfall, so much so that some of the love juices leaked out of the coveted pot and formed a stream on her inner thigh.

 

He disengaged and looked at the beauty.  The disheveled beauty was a piece of marvel to adore.  To reduce her pain, he pulled the saree and made her turn.  Turn by turn the saree came off revealing panty less lady with only a string on her waist to hold the string.  The string she removed.  God, this was special.  Seeing a full bodied experienced beauty is much different from seeing a young teenage nubile beauty.  She was more voluptuous.  Meat in right places, that much more alluring and inviting with a safe knowledge that his secret was safe with her.  She struck a pose with one leg in front of other, like models do, and the arms crossed much above her head.  This made her look more voluptuous, if earlier was not good enough.  He motioned her to swerve.  She did. The luscious ass globes were very inviting.  He knew their turn will come very soon. The ass looked so much fuller, so much rounder made for love making only.  The ass was fuller, rounder looked from any angle, from back or from side.  It was made to fuck.

 

Then she motioned him to remove his clothes. He was only too willing.  Off went the t-shirt and he opened the button of half-pant and stood close to her.  With a wicked smile on her face, she unzipped it, with a great deal of anticipation and expectation.  She had felt her dick on her ass during last encounter, she could make out it was big and strong, how much she wanted to see.  Down came the half pant and he stepped out of it.  She liked what she saw.  She adored what she saw.  She was fascinated by what she saw.  It was long, big, thick and raring to go.  She had seen a few now but this was stupendous.  The boy of 16 and half had such a big dick, the possibilities of it reaching some great size when he becomes a full grown adult were enormous.  Vicky was 5.11 then reaching a max height of 6.2.” Both he and his dick rose the same, with his adult dick reaching a max length of 11” when erect.  It was truly big.

 

The 8.0” boner was in its full glory.  Raring to rip apart her love nest.  She was in a trance.  He went close to her, held her hand and led towards their bedroom.  The same one where he had taken Sheetal’s cherry.  Like mother like daughter.  He sat on the bed, held her hair and pushed her down to her knees on the ground with the snake right in front of her mouth.  She held the base of his cock and guided it in her mouth.  Now it was his turn to squirm with pleasure.  She knew how to use her mouth.  The tongue played with the dick and using a deadly combination of inner cheeks, tongue and lips she cast a magic spell.  The tool was huge but the experienced practitioner was able to take in a majority of it.  As he pushed a bit forward, it appeared that she would choke but no, the seasoned campaigner took it all.  Such was her mastery, or was it the illicitness of the situation he was in, that after good 15 minutes of sucking he felt the now well known urge to splurge his semen in her mouth.  He came in by the buckets, filling her beautiful mouth, throat but a stream of semen crept out from corner of her mouth as well.  He took his cock out.  She looked at the cock immersed in his semen, brought the magical tongue out licked it clean.  She did not want to lose even a drop of teenage semen.

 

Both had one round each of casting magical spells on each other.

 

As she looked at him triumphantly, he got up and embraced her.  Both the naked bodies got intertwined, with mouths exploring each other hungrily.  Meanwhile hands touching every inch of each other’s body within reach.  After 5-7 minutes of fast moving exploration, they moved towards the bed.  They lay on the bed, on  facing each other.  He slid forward and started the kissing and boob press.  Both knew that this time it is going to lead to intercourse.  The lovemaking was slow but intense.  He kissed her deep, she held his rock hard tool, he pressed and played with the melons, the hand pressed the ass globes.  Slowly he moved her, spooning her.  Both were still lying on their sides, her head turned towards him and he continued the saliva interchange, the cock was in direct touch with her full rounded ass.  The slow wriggle of ass got the anaconda full mast.  The boob massaged gave way to navel play which moved further down to the coveted nest.  A couple of digits did magic to her.  Like a guru, he inserted and disengaged the digits, giving equal weightage to the inside and outside regions of the pussy.  The touch on the shaven area was very pleasurable.  To increase the fun or pleasurable torment, he continued the massage and smooching.  Slowly, slowly she turned towards him and he found himself on top of her.  No reason to complain.  He disengaged from the pussy, leaving her high & dry, but feeling expectant, he started smooching her with a vengeance.  He wanted her to feel his passion and wanted.  He kissed her all over her face, face, upper bosom, nippies, aerorlas, navel, stomach, thighs, pussy, knees, shins, calfs, toes.  This was unexpected for her, but she didn’t mind.  It was pleasurable.

 

He then started kissing the clean pussy and used his tongue to clean the place with tongue trying to force entry inside and giving unimaginable sensations to her.  After lubricating it enough with his tongue, he positioned his tool at the entrance and waited for her to look at him.  Both pair of expectant eyes met each other’s gaze and then both smiled.  The elder lady was much more lubricated and easy to penetrate, inch by inch the monster went in.  She felt so filled.  She thought that the kid can grow up to have some serious tool and it would be wise to have him on regular basis for a long term satisfaction.  Some Long Term planning you may say.  As his monstrous dick went in, he let it rest there for a couple of minutes.  Her legs were on his either side.  The melons were in his reach and the hands were playing with them.  She felt so filled.  The inner walls adjusted to adjust for this most welcome intruder.  Gradually he took the tool out and then rammed in.  It was like a train, starting slowly but surely and gradually picking up the speed.  He did the same, within 10-15 strokes he had picked up some serious speed and was ramming her with some vengeance.  She was his prized trophy and he wanted her to feel his passion for her.  His tool was hitting the inner most spots and continued hits on her G-spot and the whole idea of being fucked by her daughter’s classmate made her cum much sooner than her own expectations.  Suddenly she clinched the bedsheet with both her hands and the grip of her legs tightened around him.  She shivered indicating that she had come by gallons.  Same way of cumming he thought – like daughter like mother.

 

His dick felt the love juices, the pussy felt so much more easy to penetrate.  He started again.  What stamina she thought.  She had cum so easily and the boy is still going strong.  As he increased the tempo again, not tough considering the willing beauty in front of you, he started hitting her harder and harder.  The cervix was bearing the brunt of his heavy strokes.  He continued mauling her boobs.  He pressed her boobs, mauled them, pinched and pulled her nippies but she liked the pain she was getting.  The ivory beauty had her eyes closed and it was sheer ecstasy if nothing else.  The boy was making her crazy and continued head movement from side to side confirmed this.  The lusty lady was on the verge of next orgasm, she came in again by the gallons in the much repeated pattern on clinching the sheet, loud moan and tightening of her legs apart from the shiver.  As the orgasm subsided she felt the relief but the hitting still continued.  He felt the now well known tingling in his balls and knew it was time to ejaculate.  He brought his dick out and spread his thick rich semen all over her bosom pillows.  He then used his hands to spread it all over her boobs, flat stomach.  He also spread the love juices sticking to his tool on her inner thighs and ass globes.  She was glistening.  The coat of love juices of both the sexes was making her glow.  The sheen on her was much like Sanju rather than Sheetal.  Matured female gloss he thought.

 

Both looked at each other and he lay on the bed by her side.  Both looked at the ceiling fan movement.  Both lay exhausted.  Both bodies tired but a lot more to do.  After few minutes of being there naked side by side.  Mrs Kapoor got on top of him, squatting on his crotch with legs on his either side.   The shiny glistening body shone up in the light coming from a tiny gap in the drawn curtains. The perspiration was also adding to the glow of the two lovers.

 

She now positioned his dick at entrance of her pussy and started the rhythmic movement.  Seeing his face, she told him that she is on pill.  That was music to his ears.  Now she started the up & down Simple Harmonic Motion.  The boobs swung in every direction with her hair also swinging as per movement.  He lifted his hands to reach her boobs and maul them.  This time she was in control and she pushed his hands down and pinned them.  Though he could have easily got away with it but he allowed the lady to lead the love making.  She brought her self close to his body, rub boobies on his chest and then lifted herself up.  At times he would try to kiss the boobies close to him.  She would tease him and lift herself up and at time arch backwards thrusting the melons forward.  He could not reach them but this aspect of love making was new for him but he liked it.  The hard tool was hitting her much deeper, thanks to the gravity effect.  The cervix felt the hardness and steeliness of the tool.  The dick hit everywhere inside her.  She felt it to be more thick.  It was filling her duly and completely.  Gradually as she neared her orgasm the movement became more rapid, the soft moans changed to grunts and screams the hands came off pinning him.  The pendulous melons swayed in all directions without a care, Vicky took them in his safe custody and mauled them further.  Then he went to her ass globes and held Mrs Kapoor.  He was feeling her weight and effect of her movement on his crotch but he was not complaining.  Suddenly the increased momentum had reached its pinnacle.  She came in litres.  She clung on to the nearby wall and shivered massively.  The eyes closed and she was sweating profusely.  He had not cum as yet.  As she collapsed on him with the gigantic mammaries hitting his chest first, he swung her and positioned himself behind her gorgeous ass.  The well rounded adult fleshy ass was in front of him.  The creamy white globes hidden the smallish ass hole.  It was much small compared to her well used pussy, but not virgin.  Mr Kapoor and her other lovers would have to be impotent to not to have used her rear entry.

 

She never expected him to turn the tables and the ‘enormity’ of the situation hit her.  The enormous rod was going to pass through the smallish hole.  The thought of being perforated by a giant was both scary and enticing for her.  This time there were no niceties, her act during riding him like a cowgirl had made him think of inflicting pain in her ass.  As they say in hindi “Gaand maar loonga” (I’ll fuck your ass).  The expression doesn’t only denote the sexual connotation but the absolute domination. With the same thought he proceeded to ravage the luscious ass.  The dick was at the entrance point and with one huge force he pushed in about a couple of inches in.  The dick was pretty well lubricated by her love juices.  The force and pain made her eyes pop out of her sockets as she did not comprehend the ‘enormity’ of the situation she was in.  The mere thought of the huge tool was scaring her now.  Slowly, slowly the dick moved further in with the inner walls taking in and adjusting and making way for the monster.  This was huge - she thought.  It was like someone had choked her.  She was on her fours, the same way he held her daughter, he held her hair and started pushing in further.  She started moaning loudly to the point of screams.  Even he was in the mood to sound the dominant one.

 

“Mazaa aa raha hai – Bol” (r u enjoying this – speak) he said

 

“mmmmm” was the reply

 

“Zor se bol” (say it loudly)

 

“Haan” (yes)

 

“Kya Haan – zor se bol mazaa aa raha hai ya nahin” (what yes – say it loudly whether you are enjoying it or not)

 

“Haan – mazaa aa raha hai” (yes – I am enjoying it)

 

“Kya acchha lag raha hai” (what are you liking)

 

Hearing no answer he repeated it loudly

 

“Penis” came the soft reply

 

“Zor se bol” (speak loudly)  {he was addressing her as if she was younger than her or her keep – the manners of addressing someone elder were lost in lust}

 

“Your Penis” she said loudly

 

“Hindi mein bol” (say in hindi)

 

“Tera Bada Lund” (Your huge dick)

 

This pleased him, the juices, lubrication, force ensured that he had built up great momentum and hitting her very in.  She was enjoying.  After a brief period of sheer pain it was now pleasure and pain for her.  A massive pain, I may add.

 

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The whole act of his dominance and her submission took him by surprise.  He had his way with her.  Now he had started feeling the familiar tingle in his balls, as he was about to cum, he increased the tempo further making her squeal with pain & pleasure a bit more.  He came with a loud shout and shot stream after stream of his rich thick semen into her tiny ass hole.

 

Both screamed while cumming.

 

The kid had made the experienced beauty orgasm multiple times in the two hour period meant his stocks had risen.  He had cummed fewer number of times, a great testimony to his stamina and prowess.

 

They both lay there on the bed like lovers, naked in full glory.  He wanted to talk to her further but the clock struck one bringing both to senses.  She got up, in an effort to get ready for office and he had to rush home. 

 

“Kal bhi?’ (tomorrow?) he asked

 

“Bilkul” (definitely) “same time same place” she giggled like a teenager.

 

He got up, wore his clothes, she didn’t.  Moved towards door, she followed, still wearing birthday suit.  Before he moved out he sucked her boobs for one more time, smooched her hard and played with her clit.  She smiled and loved the affection he showered.

 

He stepped out a completely different man today.  He dominated her dream woman and she was now his.

 

He came back just in time to receive the two beauties.  Sadaf looked at him seductively and licked her lips suggestively and winked to good effect.  Knowing fully well that in presence of Tina, Vicky cannot do anything.  As Tina moved ahead he just grabbed Sadaf’s ass globes and pinched it.  This startled her, but she was enjoying these teasing games.

 

The remainder of the day he was lost in his morning memory.  He slept, went out to play, had his dinner with his parents and went to the terrace.

 

Right at the stroke of 10pm, Sadaf came up, he came a bit late.  He saw her, she was wearing the buttoned shirt but the bra was still in place holding the mammaries.  He asked her “bra kyun pahena hai?” (why r u wearing the bra)

 

“Shaq ho jaata” (not wearing would have aroused suspicion)

 

He understood.

 

He need not invitation and neither did she.  Today he went straight for the buttons of the shirt and carefully opened them.  The shirt was then neatly placed on a couple of folded ‘folding beds’ next to the door.  He wanted to go wild with the boobies, but held himself back, albeit for no reason at all.  He waited, she removed the bra and kept it on the shirt.  In the dim moonlight he saw the dusky twin beauties.  Though they were not as big as Mrs Kapoor but still they were pretty large and attractive.  He did not go directly for them but started kissing her instead.  She thought he would go for her prized assets.  Gradually, moved down from kissing her to her neck and then traced the saliva line to her boob.  He sucked on the nippie for sometime, alternating between sweet bites, tongue play with nipple and sucking only with lips.  This was special and more pleasurable than Brand Dahiya, she was used to.  He shifted his attention from one boob to another and sucked them and mauled them.  This went on for some time.  The continued sucking and mauling of boobs was making her go weak in knees.  Needless to mention, the ass globes were also getting their fare share of the press.

 

After say 20-25 minutes both sat in the door passage.  It was step above the terrace.  She was sitting a couple of feet away from her.  He moved slightly and place his head in her lap with the melons dangling in front of his face.  He was looking up and started the usual small talk.  Every minute or so, he would raise his head by a couple of inches and suck his favourite melons.  She was also enjoying this a lot.  This was new – this was special.  Somehow he felt he was not able to enjoy Sadaf’s boobs, perhaps the morning fuck had to do something with it.

 

He started the naughty talk.

 

“Yaar mujhe hee choosna padhta hai” (I am the only one to suck)

 

“Main kisse karoon” (what do I suck) she said and realized the window she gave him.

 

He pointed to his tool and said “You can suck this”

 

She giggled and swayed her head from side to side in negative.  He knew how to change the charge from negative to positive.  He held her hand and placed it on his stiff tool.  Though she was nodding her head in negative but did not let it go.  She was perhaps mesmerized by the sheer size of the tool.  He would have cum there and then but held on.  He got up, brought the tent in his pyjamas near her face and commanded her to kiss it.  As in a trance, she placed her soft lips on it and gave a small kiss. 

 

“kal dono chooseinge” (tomorrow both will suck)

 

With this he handed her the shirt and bra.  Not before a final five minute sucking and kissing.  The hand was still holding the tool.  She was captivated by it.  He thought “Dahiya may have a small one” and smiled.  The prize of his fight with Dahiya was very much worth it.

 

He went to toilet and masturbated and came in a few strokes only.  The expectation of her soft lips on his tool did the trick.

 

Next morning he got up, fully aware of his hold on Mrs Kapoor.

 

Right at 10, the call came.  He picked the phone as nobody was at home.

 

11 sharp came the familiar voice.

 

“Aaj kuchh nahin pahenna” (don’t wear anything today) went the order.

 

“hmmmm” was the response.

 

Right on dot he went to the destined house.  Pressed the doorbell.  He could make out some movement on the other side of the eye-piece on the door.  After a minute or so the door opened.  One look and he knew the reason.  On confirmation of his presence at the door, off went the silky gown.

 

Like a wanton prostitute she stood there in her full naked glory.

 

He went inside waited for her to close the door, the shameless beauty closed the door without any fear of anyone seeing her in such a state and pressed her boobs on his back.  Both kissed like teenagers (one was – other wasn’t).  The hands explored every inch of each other.  She pulled him to the bed but he didn’t flinch.  His clothes came off and he pulled her to the bathroom.  He wanted to have a bath with her today.  What a lover!! She thought.

 

Both stood under the shower kissing each other with streams of water finding their way to the floor after traveling over the two intertwined naked bodies.  Was it the water or was it the sheer audacity or his power over her, he enjoyed it like never before.  He continued kissing her with the hands mauling the ass globes.  A thin trail of water was streaming down her boob, he brought his tongue close to it to savour the nectar of love.  This was magical – both thought.  He then kissed her flat stomach and moved down to the love nest and kissed it continuously.  The combined effect of tongue and water on her pussy made her go wild and she pressed his head on her crotch.  For balancing, she took support of the wall as he continued his onslaught on her pubic region.  The boy had just started and the older one was getting jittery.

 

During the charge on her pubes, the hands had not ignored the ass globes or mammaries, while her one hand pressed on the wall for support and the other played with his head hair.

 

The shower continued. 

 

He got up and picked up the soap and started rubbing it on her from her feet.  From the feet he moved to her beautiful calfs and then knees and then thighs, he did not rub on ass or crotch but moved to her hips, back and stomach.  The boobs came in for some special cleansing with rounds and rounds of soap rubs.  He then moved to her upper bosom and her slender neck.  The creamy white ivory skin was shining beneath a thin sheen of soap.

 

He gave the soap to her, she started rubbing the soap on his legs, torso, back, stomach, she avoided soaping the erect tool though she gave a quick suck. 

 

The shower was off. 

 

He also took a soap and both started soaping each other.  What a erotic cleansing frenzy both were in.  He also believed in “Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”

 

After soaping each other’s asses and crotches, both looked at each other with an insatiable sexual hunger.  The two pairs of eyes said it all.  Mrs Kapoor was standing with her back to the wall and he was right in front of her.  He took the soap and gave one more round to pussy and his dick and placed the granite hard tool at the entrance of her pussy.  He lifted her one leg and tried to push the dick in.  Thanks to the lather lubrication, the dick was easily able to find its way in the much used pussy for Business Development.

 

Soon he developed a rhythm, Mrs Kapoor also started gyrating to the beat of the tool hitting her innermost walls.  She in turn was hitting the bathroom wall.  Both the bodies had a sheen of soap on them and a certain amount of wetness owing to the sweat and also to the shower.  He held her shoulders and in between continued kissing her, mauling her boobs and salivating her nape of neck.  This sheer audacity of thing was making the love making that much more pleasurable.  This time both felt the familiar tingling in their reproductive organs and came at the same time.  She shivered and tightened the grip around his waist with her lifted leg.  He also withdrew his tool and let the semen fall on to her stomach, her thighs.  With both legs on ground she felt more comfortable as she still felt the shivers of her orgasm.

 

Now he made her go on all fours on bathroom floor.  The shower was switched on with the stream focused on her lower back / hips region.  He lifted the bar of soap and spread on her gorgeous, luscious ass entrance and on his tool.  The mauling of boobs and sight of the horny lady got his tool back to attention within no time.  The contact of wet bodies also helped the soldier to become stiff and ready for the attack.  However, he had a change of heart.  With one swift motion, he rotated her so as to make her lay on the floor on her back with her legs on his either side.  The shower came directly on her boobs, hitting the melons and then spreading away.  He moved ahead to suck the wet mammaries, suck and kiss the kissable lips.  The pressure on boobies and lips coupled with water effect and a very recent orgasm was making her go wild.  For good measure he had started fingering her pussy.  He was determined to loosen her up further before the grand ass fuck.

 

He continued the circular motion of his two digits in her pussy walls, she was writhing with pleasure and was nearing ecstasy.  The continued pressure on the nape of the neck and ear lobes interspersed with that on her inner thighs and boobies was making it too good to be true for her.  He continued applying the pleasure pressure on her pressing the right buttons.  The kid knew how to go about it.  As she was scaling new heights of pleasure, he started sucking her cunt for good measure.  The lapping up of the shaved pussy lips was giving her love shivers.  After about 10-15minutes of such continued love pressure, she gave in.  She tightened the grip of her legs around his waist, her hands moved in order to get some sort of grip on the wet bathroom floor.  The eyes were half closed and she was in a state of ecstasy.  Her head swayed from side to side and her body shivered.  By now Vicky had known the reason of this state.  She had cum and he hadn’t.   The kid had cum once and the experienced lady had cummed twice.  The boy did have some staying power. 

 

As she was recuperating from the after effects of a shattering orgasm, he just inserted his fingers in her pussy and brought the digits out, soaked in her love juice.  He then lubricated her ass hole entry with those.  The digits invasion gave her one more shiver and while she enjoyed invasion of her pussy, her turned her around to make her go on her all fours and placed his dick on her rear entry.  The thought of the rear invasion make her shudder with some fear.  He picked up the soap, rubbed on the rock hard tool and also on the rear entry and started the invasion. 

 

Centimeter by centimeter it went in, the pain was much less thanks to the lubrication but she definitely felt thoroughly filled up.  The inner walls stuck to the beloved tool.  He stood in such a position for a couple of minutes so that she could accommodate the monster, meanwhile he continued the mauling of the hanging melons.   Gradually he brought the piston out, almost two-third was out and then pushed in.  Likewise he started the motion and gained momentum.  The tool was hitting her deep.  The ass hole invasion meant that she felt that much more filled and the tool felt that much bigger.  The lubrication had lessened the entry pain but the pain deriving out of a big hammer hitting the inner sensitive walls was still there. The melons were coming in for some special continued mauling.  He again held her mane and continued giving powerful thrusts.  She felt the hits becoming harder and she had also starting moaning / grunting, the lust were making her moan but the big hits were making her grunt.  For him the ass fuck was a mode of showing his power or control over her apart from the absolute sexual ecstasy of enjoying the gorgeous ass of such a beautiful lady. 

 

Both came at the same time with his legs also feeling a slight shivering, bathroom flooring had a lot to do with it.  She felt tired and lay down on the floor.  He went and lay beside her. He had filled her asshole and pussy hole with his rich semen.  He had to fill her mouth and then all bases would have been covered.  Both lay there on the bathroom floor with the bodies intertwined as creepers. 

 

The knees were grinding against the bathroom floor and felt some bruises but not threatening enough to ooze blood. 

 

After a brief lull spell of 2-3 minutes, he started again kissing her and playing with her boobies.  This made her come in the mood, if any invitation was needed, and she started moaning at a low volume.  He moved to shut off the shower.  She stopped him and said “Tank mein bahut paani aata hai” (The tank has a lot of water) while saying this she was looking at his crotch.

 

He said “Aapko bhi zyaada hee achcha lagta hai” (you also like more only)

 

Both knew the ‘water’ was his semen.

 

With this conversation he moved her on top of him to achieve a 69 position.  Both set of mouths went to each other’s crotch with a vengeance.  The lady was in no mood to prove second to the young kid with the big tool.  She started sucking the cock.  As they say “don’t stroke it – just smoke it.”  The smoking was having a very good effect on him.  He was in the meanwhile not to be left behind.  He continued lapping her pussy lips with his tongue.  In order to tease him, she lifted her ass and made him to raise his head further.  Not to be left behind, he inserted three fingers in the freshly fucked asshole.  This startled her and made her laugh.  She said “you rascal” and moved her ass back to the original position.  The youngster and the lady continued the licking / sucking of each other’s crotch. She was smoking it and he was licking and biting it.  The 69 was relatively new for him but very enjoyable, smoke by smoke he was getting close to cumming and lick by lick she was about to reach her love climax.  The water was still sprinkling for good measure.  Both were doing their jobs as experts. The ass was moving up and down to match the licking pattern and the strokes on his tool had become more prolonged.  After about 10-15 minutes more fun of licking, the ass movement became a bit furious and she gyrated it with some extra passion.  She then pressed her crotch on his face and rubbed it.  He felt some wet fluid on his face.  She was cumming by the litres and to match her accomplishment even he had cummed.  With her drinking his semen he lapped up all the love nectar he could with his tongue.  The boy was good – she thought.  The lady was a divine fuck – he believed.  His face was smeared with her love juices and he continued the onslaught on the pussy for some more time. 

 

Both then stood under the shower, kissing, licking, pressing each other’s favourite body parts with the stream of water washing them.

 

This further session of 5-7 minutes of sin washing under the shower ended.  Both took the towels to dry each other.  He focused a lot on boobies and ass as expected and she on his crotch.  Still naked, they both went to the bedroom and lay on the bed in each other’s embrace.

 

After some small talk he started the hot topic.

 

“Kaise shuru hua BD me jaakar” (how did it start in BD)

 

“Matlab” (Meaning?)

 

“The change in looks and attitude or the attitude was always like this”

 

“Oh!  BD mein baaki ladies ko dekh kar samajh aa gaya thaa.  First time thoda sa reveal karne ke baad jab deal clinching bonus mila, then thought what is wrong” (Understood it when saw other ladies in BD.  Got the successful deal bonus after I had revealed a little bit. Nothing wrong)

 

“Who all apart from uncle and me”

 

“A few.  If I can get promoted then nothing wrong” she said and smiled

 

“Gupta?”

 

“never – thoda bahut touch but nothing more”

 

They slept like this in each other’s arms for some time.  Would not proceed in greater details of this part of the story.  They fucked over a period of time (few weeks).  They fucked in kitchen, balcony, bedroom, drawing room, even staircase.  She loved him and taught him many tricks.  He loved her fucked her dry.  We will revisit this plot at a later stage.

[Dreamer0410]

Next update on Tuesday/Wednesday

[koolme98]

always in awe of this wonderful story.

thanks for sharing again.

[Coolamy_111]

Thanks for writing this story..... Great narrative.... 

[Dreamer0410]

That night he went to terrace awaiting Sadaf, she came right on time with a shirt on and no bra.  Off went the shirt and he also took his shorts off.  She saw his dangling tool in his underwear and looked at him.

 

He said “kal kaha thaa na ki kal hum dono choosenge” (yesterday I said that tomorrow we both will suck)

 

She smiled. 

 

He just pulled down his underwear and his tool dangled before her in a semi erect state.  It was looking dangerous and monstrous.  Definitely much bigger than Dahiya.  She was still in a state of trance.  He just moved a bit forward and made the tip touch her lips and let it stay there.  He did not push her head or make her move to suck it.  After a few seconds of dangling, she parted her lips and kissed the knob of the tool.  She gently took the knob between the quivering lips and moved her tongue over it, he felt the divine touch.  Gradually she moved forward to cover more of his tool and brought his hand around it to hold it.  The rock hard tool was in its full glory.  Slowly he started developing a rhythm by moving his dick in and out.  The tool was not fully in and was hitting her throat.  She was feeling gagged.  After some strokes she felt comfortable and was doing it like a pro.  Dahiya had begged her so many times for this but could never succeed.  With the other hand she was holding his balls and playing with them, in the meanwhile, his hand was behind her head, synchronizing her head movement with his gyrations.

 

After about 10 minutes, he felt the familiar sensation his balls and he was about to cum.  His location, the danger of anyone moving in and his dreamgirl’s cock suck made him cum much before than he would have usually done.  Stream after stream he shot his warm semen in her mouth and she like an expert drank most of it with some strains oozing from her beautiful mouth.  He took his finger, gathered the oozing cum on it and brought in front of her mouth.  She licked that too.  He pulled out his limp cock glistening in combination of his semen and her saliva.  He felt like a winner.

 

Now it was his turn to suck her.  He bent down and went to the coveted boobies.  The big boobs were his for the taking.  He sucked them like a kid. He played with them, kneaded them, mauled them like an expert.  Drew circles around nippies and aerolas, made her quiver, shiver, moan with lust and passion.  He could have fucked her there and then and she was all his for the taking but he waited for another day.  He moved in behind position his legs on either side of her and her ass touching his crotch.  The expert hands played with the boobies and the lips focused on the nape of the neck making her go mad.  Slowly but surely he moved his hand over her stomach and towards her pubic area.  The hand went inside her loose pyjamas and panty.  The digits started the usual play with the pussy.  He was pleased to find her pussy shaven.  The fingers drew circles around the pussy, driving her crazy.  He pinched her pussy lips, nibbled them with his fingers, tickled them.  The luscious lass was in throes of passion and moaning in a low volume, the location was prohibiting high decibel moaning, otherwise she wanted to let go passionate screams.  The three pronged attack on nape of the neck, boobs and pussy was making her go wild, this was the winning strategy with all women, she was shaking her legs and she felt the never before sensations.

 

Suddenly the legs closed in tight and she cummed.  His fingers got wet, she closed her eyes, shook her head from side to side and bit her lip.  Terrace action was fun.  The sheer audacity of the act got her biggest orgasm till date which had shaken her big time.

 

After a couple of minutes of silence, she came out of her trance.  Got up, wore her clothes, kissed Vicky and proceeded to move down.  He held her hand and asked her to wait.  She gave a questioning look.  He said “wait and let things be normal and then go”

 

She got the message, she rubbed her face to look normal, straightened her hair, wiped some dust off her luscious ass got her breathing pattern back to normal and then asked him “ab jaaon” (now can I go)

 

He said “haan par ek minute”  (yes – wait a minute).  Saying this he got down, kissed her pussy over the pyjamas, gave her a deep French kiss and then let her go.

 

They could not meet for the remaining week.  From next Monday onwards, summer vacations started for Tina.  For Sadaf, it was special classes for entire 12th standard owing to the dreaded boards.

 

Tina had planned to go to her relatives staying in Hills of Shimla.  Very welcome cooler climes from Delhi.  This actually meant that when Sadaf would return from School after her classes, it would be Vicky and her alone for about 4-5 hours.  Very exciting prospects.

 

It was a much awaited Monday, he had gone and screwed Mrs Kapoor to glory and was expecting one more in form of Sadaf once she was back from school from her extra classes. As Tina had gone on vacations, it would be him and her for a few hours daily.  He wanted to teach her a lot more than she learnt at extra classes.  The recent happenings at terrace had convinced him of her willingness to cross the love bridge with him.  Safe in this knowledge he awaited her with great expectations.

 

Around the expected time, the bell rung, he was wearing only loose baggy shorts and a vest.  He looked down from the window, it was the dusky beauty looking so sultry in her school uniform waiting for him to come down.  He threw away the vest and went down only in his shorts.  He opened the door.  She looked at him and smiled and said.

 

“Aise” (like this)

 

“Aur kaun hai” (who else is there) he said.

 

The realization that Tina was not there hit her like a ton of bricks.  She knew what was coming and not so secretly had indicated her willingness to be part of one.

 

She smiled and moved in closing the door behind him.  As she had her back towards him, he cupped her mammaries from behind.  Suddenly she pushed aside his hands saying “yahan nahin” (not here)

 

As they climbed the stairs, he pressed her ass cheeks, got replied with giggles.  They reached the common area in front of both entry doors.  He looked at her.  She was wearing a cream coloured shirt with the school emblem on the pocket, coming bang on her left boob.  A dark olive green skirt ending good 4-5 inches above her knee.  Black shoes with white socks not more than ankle in height.  A hair band to tie her hair leaving quite a few strands of hair loose coming over her face.  Knowing that there was no end to today’s love making, he moved ahead. 

 

Her breathing grew heavier with the knowledge of impending attack.  The heavy bosom was heaving up and down causing protruded movement of her beautiful globes.  Button by button the shirt came off.  It was carefully kept in a corner.  She was wearing a white lace bra.  She was expecting him to attack boobs or start kissing but he surprised her.  The hands moved to her school belt.  He opened the buckle.  Another swift movement of his hands got to unbutton the three buttons holding her skirt and coupled with gravity the skirt touched the floor.  She was wearing a matching panty.  He bent down, one by one indicated her to step out of the skirt.  Sadaf was now in her lacy bra, matching panty, socks and shoes.  She thought it would be shoes now but she was wrong again.  He got up and unfastened the bra clip.  She expected the attack but nothing came.  It was case of crying wolf.  She was enjoying this game of patience.  Needless to mention last thing to go was her panty.  He pulled it down by putting one finger on either side and helping her to get out of it.  All the four pieces of garments were piled on the floor.  She wanted to take off her shoes but he refused.  The sight of Sadaf having nothing on but her socks and shoes was an additional turn on for him, if any more was required than seeing the luscious, ample breasted, dusky sultry lass wearing nothing to cover her assets.

 

The dusky lass was in contrast with the white paint on the walls.  He bent down started kissing the coveted pussy.   The hands started its magic on her inner thighs.  The licking, nibbling, soft biting on the pussy lips had started the momentum for her and straightaway she was feeling the growing passion.  Gradually the hands moved from the thighs and went to the twin globes resting proudly on her heaving bossom.  He started kneading the boobies and twitched the nippies between thumb and index finger.  The similar treatment to both mammary jugs was making her go weak.  After sometime he got up and started kissing the underside of the boobs.  The underside, nippies and aerolas were very sensitive and he had attacked the very sensitive zone for her.  She was waiting for him to kiss her so that he could hold his head and kiss him back passionately.  Her hands wanted to grip him, but very skillfully he avoided the embrace.  He wanted to make her wait and torment her.  The licking of boobs and upper bossom made her crave for more and she stood awaiting more attack.  Meanwhile one of her hands moved towards her pussy and she started playing with it.  Since he still had his shorts on, she could not play with his rock hard tool.  She had felt it over his shorts and as expected it was full mast.  He continued loving her boobs, the coveted globes were his for the taking.  He continued the mauling, sucking, kneading and his hands slowly but surely moved to her ass globes.  What a fine piece of creation by God. 

 

She was getting hungrier by the second.  She wanted to passionately kiss him and suck his cock and he was making her go hungrier.  After about 10-12 minutes of torture, he relented and went to kiss her ever kissable lips.  She kissed him with some vengeance and he was not complaining.  The passion was ignited and both were measuring each other’s body with lips, hands, saliva, you name it, they did it. 

 

They broke for breath and smiled and waited for the next step.  He went inside his house and brought and old unused mattress and spread it on the common area floor.  He then took off his shorts.  He was laying on the mattress with his back down.  She jumped on his tool like a hungry lioness and started sucking it.  It was a natural 69 position with her ass towards his face.  Not the one to lose this opportunity, he started licking her pussy, the sucking of his cock and pussy licking and finger playing with her asshole had the stimulating effect on her, if ever one was needed and she started gyrating her ass.  He had to lift his head to keep pace with pussy licking.  After about 10-12 minutes of mutual licking, both were on verge of cumming. The pace of cock sucking and pussy licking & fingering increased to ferocious levels.  For him it was a culmination of sustained effort starting with Dahiya episode.  He felt the familiar  sensation in his balls.  She felt the familiar one (used to masturbation only) in her.  She was the first to cum.  She slammed her crotch on his face and shivered.  The nectar of love was released.  He lapped it all he could.  After a few seconds, his cock erupted as a volcano, she took in all semen she could. Streams of warm semen went to her mouth and she took it all in.  As the volcano subsided she licked the tool clean.  She was cleanliness conscious.

 

She turned and lay on top of him with her boobs crashing over his chest.

 

He asked “Mazaa aaya” (enjoyed?)

 

Hmmmm

 

“aur maza lena hai” (want to enjoy more?)

 

Hmmmm

 

“Jab tak Tina nahin aati – roz?”(till the time Tina comes back – daily?)

 

Hmmmm

 

After this Hmmmm she giggled after understanding the implications of what she agreed to.

 

He asked her to get up.  She got up and was positioned on his crotch with knees bent on his either side.  She was in a cowgirl position.  The boobs looked gigantic and she was leaning forward and those melons swung before him like ripe fruits.  He tried to get up to suck them but she moved back to tease him.  Another round of same routine.  By now he had folded his knees which meant she could not go much further back.  He lay their smiling – joining in the victorious feeling she had and with a deadly speed got up.  The raised and folded legs from knees meant she could not go back much which resulted him kissing his desired fruits.  He went on his back again and guided his hands to the coveted mammaries.  He started playing with her boobies.  The fingers played with the nipple toughening them like an eraser.  Gradually the hands covered one boob each.  With his tool back to its full glory, he signaled her to get on top of him.  She didn’t object and very carefully placed the tool on the pussy entry and tried to force it in.  The tool and pussy were well lubricated and coupled with gravity effect and her weight it went it about 3-4 inches in first shot and by the second one the whole was in the hole.  It was then that it hit her deep inside that she realized the position.  Although she was a well built curvaceous girl but the virgin hole was ravaged by the gigantic tool.  She screamed in pain and wanted to get up and away.  He suddenly held her hands and forced her to bear the initial pain barrier.  Slowly, slowly she again started her up & down movement. 

 

This time the pain was less and the pleasure was much more.  With a minute or two of such pleasurable slow movements she upped the tempo and was now more vigorous in her movement.  The gigantic boobs were flaying in all directions.  He held them in their place with this hands.  She was the bitch in the heat.  Her hands had gone behind her head holding her mane and her eyes were semi closed with a lusty satisfied look on her face.  She was very much in heat.  The slutty look on her face, boobs thrusted forward with the back arching back and her ride as a cowgirl was a great turn on for him.  The girl who was so reserved when they first met was now his for the taking.  And taking her was he.  He was enjoying her vigour and with no fan and it being summer months both were drenched in their sweats.  The sweat of love. The bodies shone as if covered with a thin coat of vanish.  He also had started gyrating his ass matching her up & down movements.  After about 12-15 minutes of this sweat covered exercise, she suddenly tightened her grip of legs on his either side and the pussy grip tightened around his tool.  He felt the now familiar liquid as she was in throes of passion experienced her second orgasm of the day.  If first one was mind boggling the second one was near earth shattering for her and it was sheer ecstasy for her.  She bent down in front with Vicky sucking her melons.  Vicky’s tool was drenched in her and she was in a state of tiredness.  Seizing the opportunity he got up and got behind her.  It was much similar like that with Mrs Kapoor.  She was on her fours and he was behind her.  The asshole entrance was his for the taking.  He did not trust the lubricated tool and went in to take the Vaseline lotion jar.  He motioned Sadaf to stay in same position.  He came back patted on her head as if she was his pet and went back to her ass hole.  He brought out some lotion and rubbed it on his tool already glistening in her love juices.  Another round of lotion went around the ass hole entrance with one finger inserted with the lotion in ass hole.  This made her squeal.  If she had squealed because of one finger, the tool would tear her apart.  With one more round of lotion application on his dick head he placed it near her asshole entrance and started the drilling in.

 

Now it hit her.  She understood what was coming. 

 

She said “Vicky nahin” (Vicky no)

 

Kyon (Why?)

 

Dard hoga (it will hurt)

 

He replied “shuru mein hoga – baad mein maza aayega” (initially yes – later you will enjoy)

 

“Bahut bada hai” (It is too big)

 

“Tabhi tumhe pasand hai” (that’s why you like it) he said

 

“Haan par dard bahut hoga” (Yes but it will hurt)

 

“Abhi thodi der pahele, tumhe shuru mein dard hua thaa na, baad mein maza aaya thaa” (a while back you felt pain initially but then enjoyed it)

 

Hmmm

 

“Waisa hee hoga” (it will be like that only)  he said reassuringly.

 

With round of reasoning over, he restarted with the drilling.  The big tool moved in to go in.  Gradual sustained pressure made it go in one inch and she felt that her eyes would come out of her sockets.  She shrieked in pain shouting no, no.  He asked her to be quiet saying someone would come.  She became less noisier but was still shrieking in pain.  The eyes were closed and drops of tears flowed.  He did not pull out but applied a sustained second round of pressure.  This made it go in another one inch.  By now the hands had started playing with the melons hanging.  He did not proceed further for a couple of minutes.  He allowed her to absorb the pain. She did so.  The anal walls stretched to accommodate the huge guest.  All the while a rich dose of lotion was being applied on the tool. 

 

Very gently he asked her “ready for one more shot”

 

Hmmm came the reply.

 

Another shot of gradual pressure make it go in by one more inch.  Every inch of tool in was making it very painful for her but once the anal walls stretched to accommodate it, she would feel the pleasure of being filled in.  Thus after 7-8 such movements almost 80-90% of his dick was in.

 

He waited for her to adjust and adjust did she.  The virgin holes were ravished today by the monster.  Slowly but surely he moved the dick out and in.  By & by she had adjusted to its size and dimensions and the anal walls now loved the intruder.  The momentum picked up and the tool now started hurting her inner walls.  She was being hit where no one had ever done.  It was hitting her deep inside and she was loving it.  Her new slutty side was on full display.  She started moaning loudly and screamed “more, more” in delight.  It was sheer display of wanton lust from her.  The melons shook violently with being intermittently being held by his hands.  He held mane of her hair so as to be in a position of riding a horse.  She liked the way she was being used by him.  The momentum further picked up with him hitting her deep inside ever so powerfully.  She was feeling the granite hard piston hits but could not do anything.  The hole was hurting now.  He felt the twinge and like a water hose he erupted streams of thick cum in her.  It was too much for her.  The much battered whole was now filled with a pleasurable warm semen. Tired as he was he withdrew the now limp cock and now both lay side by side on the mattress.  The summer heat did not matter to them for first few minutes.  Then he got up to change the direction of the pedestal fan in his house towards them. 

 

Both lay there in each other’s embrace savouring the moment. 

 

She said “Dard ho raha hai” (it is paining)

 

“Par maza aaya” (but did you enjoy)

 

“Haan” (yes)

 

“Dheere dheere tumhe dard kam aur maza zyaada aayega” (gradually it will start paining less and you will enjoy more.)

 

They hugged each other and went in for another round of kissing, sucking, licking etc.

 

He started “Yaar teri cousins bhi itnee hot hain” (Are your cousins hot like you)

 

“Matlab” (meaning?)

 

“yaar you and Tina are so hot – are your female cousins as sexy as you are?”

 

She giggled and said “yes”

 

“Toh unke saath threesome kab” (so when do we do a threesome with them)

 

“Badmaash” (you rascal) she said and laughed.

 

“Actually you and Tina would be my first choice”  (he said smiling)

 

“Pitoge” (You will get beaten)

 

He started laughing with her.

 

Both talked for some more time.  She told him of how Dahiya wanted to do it with her and had shown him his cock also but the way he did was disgusting and she did not like it.  Also she told how during their 10th board farewell party, a couple of students had groped her boobies and ass cheeks.  She confided that she liked such indiscretions and that some of her male cousins were not averse to having a feel occasionally.  Since in Muslims you could marry within your relatives, therefore, she and Tina were the prized ones in their relatives for marriage.  Both were urbane, sophisticated and very hot

 

She told him how she once sucked cock of her elder cousin and how he had licked her pussy but they could not go further.  It was like layers of onion peels coming off. 

 

“Anything about Tina” he enquired

 

She said “She has also been groped a few times and I know that she has had over 3 boyfriends this year”

 

“Both of you have taken features from your mother.  Your boobs and Tina’s ass” he said.

 

“You noted?”

 

“Only a blind would not. Must say your mom is a dream”

 

“Oye” she said

 

“yaar I am stating the fact”

 

“Ek baat poochoon bura toh nahin maanogi” (If I ask something, will you get angry?)

 

“Nahin” (No)

 

“Didn’t anyone try to flirt with your mom” he asked.

 

She was silent (just like Sheetal when enquired about Mrs Kapoor).  But this time she was silent for a longer duration.  He got worried that he blown his chance.  But as he was about to say sorry, she mumbled something.

 

“Haan (yes) a few times”

 

That was music to his ears.  The hot woman loved to be flirted with.

 

She then told how she had once seen her uncle praising her on being so hot and she was giggling like a teenager and that sadaf had seen her uncle massaging her boobies in a corner.  There were several other instances where her older cousins had embraced her in name of harmless fun on occasion of Holi but it groping was anything but harmless.  She also said that her father was now paying less attention to her than required.  Also what was music to his ears was that his stock had grown after Dahiya episode.

 

After the first barrier was broken, Sadaf and Vicky fucked like rabbits.  She would come from school tuitions and then it was a fuck fest.  They fucked in her parents bedroom, their bathroom, balcony, kitchen, dining table.  Same in his house as well. Every position, every posture was tried and tested again and again.  She was built to fuck.  Full stop.

 

Now we will move the story further.  Sadaf had gone to her relatives place.  She was to be there with Tina and come back after a fortnight.  Since the relatives had only young girls and her uncle was out of country for sometime hence his darling was safe. (so as to speak).

 

The board results were out.  He had topped his school.  Took Science stream in Class XI.  Was the cynosure of all eyes in the neighbourhood.  Meanwhile his acts with Mrs Kapoor and Sheetal continued, as and when opportunities arose.

 

The schools started in July, the students were redistributed depending upon the marks.  It was Science and Commerce stream.  It was very painful at first to not to see your classmates with whom you have grown.  Though they were in the other room but it was not the same.  New session commenced.  Physics, Chemistry, Maths concepts were going over the head.  Everything was a bouncer.  Teachers used to come, teach, go away.  While the teacher was there they felt that they understood everything but back to square one once teacher went.  All those who had Science in XIth would understand the predicament.

 

Come August 15, 1990 and then Prime Minister, V P Singh, announced from the Red Fort implementation of Mandal Commission recommendations.  There were massive violent protests by college students in Delhi.  Schools were closed for indefinite period from around 20 August.  The schools and colleges opened only after Dussehra in October that year.  Those were very turbulent times, specially in North India.

 

Vicky was an active participant in these protests. He would go out with the college students for protests.  A couple of times he had near brushes with the law without being identified.  His parents had sensed trouble if he continued this.  As a god given chance for them, they got a call from his Tayaji (where Vicky’s sister was staying) who was blessed with a granddaughter a couple of months earlier, requesting if Vicky could go and stay with second cousin of his daughter in law in Panipat.  The Cousin was recently blessed with a baby boy around the same time she was blessed with a daughter.  Her parents had died and her parents-in-law were too old and frail to take care and stayed in Punjab.  Her husband was going overseas for a couple of months.  Her name was Ritu.  He had some vague recollection of meeting her at her Tayaji’s place once.  His parents had been to their house a couple of times.

 

Since it was request from his Tayaji, his father could not say no.  So Vicky was packed and dispatched to Panipat. Panipat is about 90km from Delhi.  For good measure he was given his books to study.  His parents thought this way he would be away from trouble.  God is great.  He understood the maxim when he reached there.

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It was a big house, constructed on a 250sq yd plot.  Too big for such a small family.  They had a maid servant who would come twice a day.  It had three spacious bedrooms on the ground floor and two on the first floor with a huge terrace.  It was a very peaceful place. 

 

Ritu was a lady in her mid-twenties.  Fair like north Indians are, a bit plump, not fat but not the hourglass figure either, may have to do with the pregnancy.  A very sweet round face, big expressive eyes, nice kissable lips.  Thanks to the delivery the boobs had become big.  They were not in class of Mrs Kapoor or Mrs Khan but still a very good and eye catching size.  In short she was much like the Damini character of “Saas bhi kabhi bahu thee” serial played by Riva Bubber.  The first time Vicky saw Damini in the serial, he remembered Ritu with whom he had eventful 6 weeks. You may like to check Riva Bubber image on net to get an idea.

 

She had learnt about Vicky from her cousin (Vicky’s bhabhi).  There was no relation between Vicky & Ritu, so he was finding in difficult how to address her.  She sensed his predicament and told him that he can address her as either Ritu or Bhabhi.

 

“jee” (yes) came the reply.

 

In presence of the maid he would address her as Bhabhi (sister in law) but alone it was Ritu ji.  The Ji denoted mark of respect for elders.  She was jovial in nature and easy going.  Very soon they got into some rhythm of living together.  He would help her around the house and will study whenever possible.  There was a ground nearby, so when the maid would come in the evening, he would go to the ground and play cricket with local boys.  He was a very good player and hence became part of the group very soon.  There were times with Ritu would watch him play from the Terrace.  He would then strive to perform his best.  His parents would call daily in the first week to check his progress.  Good report from Ritu ensured that they now called only once in two days.

 

After about 10 days of his arrival, it once it so happened that the maid servant had fallen ill and was suffering from Malaria.  This meant she was out for about 10-15 days.  She had sent in her son “Ramu” as a replacement.  Ramu was a kid of around 12years.  He was a timid boy.  Not very tall or strong but a simple houseworker.  He used to go to the local government school, was in Class 6, but due to illness of his mother, had to take care of these duties.  He would also come once in the morning and once in the evening and would take care of cleaning the house, wash utensils.  He could not cook food and Ritu was not sure if she should burden him with washing clothes.  She backed herself to wash clothes alongwith Vicky’s help.

 

Her baby boy’s name was Abhay.  Apart from helping them in the house the maid also used to help her with putting on the bra again after she fed Abhay.  Abhay used to have a habbit of spilling some milk, so to be on the safe side, she would take off her bra while feeding her then put it back on.   

 

For the first two days, she could manage it on her own but the next day she was finding it difficult to hook her bra.  The others were in the washing machine to be washed the next day.  The ones in almirah were of the same design hence making them difficult to hook.  She thought for a while and then said “Vicky”

 

Vicky was watching something on the TV in drawing room.  He proceeded to the bedroom where Ritu was.  He opened the door and froze.  Ritu was wearing a loose pyjama and holding her bra on her breast with one hand.  The hooks were untied.

 

He said “Sorry”

 

“Ruk” (wait) “jabse maai gayi hai – yeh kaam mushkil ho gaya hai” (since the maid has gone – this has become difficult) “help kar do” (pls help)

 

Although he would have loved to do a lot more with her but for the time being it was a good beginning.  He hooked the bra.  As he was about to turn, she said “kisi ko batana mat” (don’t tell anyone).  He nodded. 

 

It became a regular feature from there on.  She would ask him to hook the bra everytime she fed Abhay.  Vicky thought some of the bras could have been hooked by her but she chose to call him.  Pleased with this line of thought, he was chalking his plan out.  The extra knowledge of Ritu not being laid for around 5-6 months (two months before delivery onwards) made him sure that the plan can work.  For the first day she held her bra cups tightly and tried to cover her bosom with both the arms but from the second day onwards she was much more relaxed.  He had also started engaging in mild banter with suggestive undertones with her.  Her being of jovial nature added to the fun.

 

“Kitna kam kaam karwa tey ho aap mujhse” (how less you make me work) He said while hooking her bra.

 

Both knew it had to do something with hooking and unhooking of the bra. 

 

She smiled “zyaada ka matlab kya” (what will be more work).

 

“Shuruaat bhi mujhe karni chahiye” (I should start also)

 

“pitoge” (I will beat you) she said and started laughing.  Both laughed together. 

 

Then he said “why you wear these white ones only” “you are so fair,  designer coloured ones would look good”

 

“OK fashion advisor sir” she smiled.

 

In the evening, she called him in, she was wearing a loose top.

 

He said “haanji” (yes) questioningly.

 

She took off her top and said “inauguration karni hai” (do you want to inaugurate). 

 

“Neki aur pooch pooch” (you shouldn’t even ask)

 

With this he proceeded to unhook her bra.  He waited. 

 

Slowly he moved out.

 

For the late night feed, she called him in for the inauguration.  He followed the ritual.  As he was about to leave, she indulged him in small talk while feeding the baby.  The mirror was such placed that he could only see the side of her boob.  She had one arm across to cover.  Abhay was sucking to best of his ability.  This had made him see side of one boob.  Oblivious to him, she had noted the indirect line of vision. 

 

Once he tied up the bra, she said “Aaj toh main rani padmini ban gayi” (today I was like rani padmini – the legendary rajput queen whose one glimpse, through mirror reflection had mesimerised Khilji leading to a war for the queen)

 

He got the import of the message.  He was silent for a minute or so and then said “Sorry.”  More than him, she felt hurt. 

 

The next day, she took him to a nearby market.  Those days were not of malls but still it was the biggest market of the colony and stood in front of ladies undergarment shop.  She looked at him indicating to come along but he said “Main bahar rukta hoon – koi dekh lega – achha nahin lagta” (I will wait outside – someone will see – doesn’t look good).  She said “hmmmm” and asked him to hold Abhay.  After about half hour she came back and they proceeded home.

 

In the evening she asked him to come and he was pleasantly surprised seeing her wear a red coloured lacy bra. He unhooked it and stood there talking to her meanwhile looking at her boobs from the mirror. She was also happy to put on a show for her lifting her arm a couple of times to show the full side view of the boob.  He hooked it back.  She asked him to wait and brought out the other coloured ones she had bought.  One was black, one maroon, a couple of them were printed with hearts on them.  One of the tags on the bra made him know her size of a healthy 36d.  She saw his glance to the tag.

 

She asked “Fashion Advisor sir, kaise lagenge” (how would they look)

 

“Pahene hue dekhenge toh pata chalega” (can tell only if I see wearing it) and he laughed. 

 

She turned back to face him and said “ab batao” (now tell)

 

He was speechless.  The red bra was shining on the creamy white background.  The heavy boobs lay in the lacy bra.  The lacy netting showing the creamy upper half of the boobs.  He wanted to lick them there and then but reigned in his instincts.  The tender looking shoulders having the strap linking them to the bossom treasures and the so delicate looking arms looked so inviting.  The necklace pendant was just above the cleavage and the delicious looking cleavage went all the way down before covering about good 4 inches and then melted with delicious looking fruits.

 

Before he could go on & on she interrupted “kaisa laga” (how did it look)

 

“whites se bahut better” (much better than whites)

 

He moved out.  That night, like so many others, he masturbated thinking about her.

 

The next morning, Ritu was worried.  Abhay was not well and hence was not feeding properly.  He was throwing up.  She and Vicky took him to the nearest child specialist who examined him and found that the kid is ill and has some tummy infection which would take about a week to go away.  Throughout the period the kids diet would go down but nothing else could be done.  The low diet had severe implications both for the kid and the mammary.  He came to know of this problem, pretty soon.

 

The same evening, once Ramu went away, she called him in.  He saw her with her top on.  He said nothing.

 

She started “Vicky ek problem aa gayi hai.  Abhay beemaar hai isliye doodh nahin pee pata.  Isliye doodh andar rahe jaata hai.  Bahut dard hota hai.  Ramu ki maa bhi chhutti par hai, samajh nahin aata kya karoon.  Ek baar abhay theek ho jayega toh problem solve ho jaayegi” (Vicky have one problem, owing to abhay’s illness he is not able to drink full milk resulting in pain in boobs.  As the maid servant is on leave can’t take advice.  Once Abhay is fit, problem will be solved)

 

He still kept quiet.

 

She continued “Market gayi thee, chemist shop se check kiya thaa ek pump milta hai par woh out of stock hai aur 1 hafte ke baad aayega.  Samajh nahin aa raha isse kaise baahar nikaaloon.” (Had been to the market.  Checked with chemist shop for a pump. It was out of stock.  Will take 1 week.  Cannot understand how to pump out the milk)

 

He said “Main kuchh kar sakta hoon” (can I do something)

 

She kept quiet for a few seconds and then said “Promise you will not tell anyone – I mean anyone”

 

He nodded in affirmative.

 

She said “Maine doctor se check kiya thaa.  I produce a lot of milk.  Toh abhay ke baad bhi kaafi bacha rahe jaata hai.  Jab tak pump nahin aata ya abhay theek nahin hota kya tum isse suck kar sakte ho” (I had checked with the doctor.  I produce a lot of milk.  So after feeding abhay a lot is left.  Till the time I don’t get the pump or abhay is fit, can you suck it)

 

He thought of her producing a lot of milk and chuckled to himself.  He then said with a surprised look on his face “Main? Koi kya kahega” (me? What will someone say)

 

She said “I will not tell – you will not tell – then how?”

 

He nodded “ok” and was about to turn with prospect of sucking the coveted boobs and further more.  The heart’s contentment was not on his face.  The look on his face said it was fate accompli for him.

 

She said “Vicky abhi” (now)

 

He said “aap pahele abhay ko pila lo main aata hoon” (you feed abhay first, I will come)

 

She started feeding abhay and he rushed to the bathroom and started masturbating.  Due to the excitement he came after a few minutes only.  This would ensure that the dick would be somewhat sedate during the sucking period.  He went back to her.

 

Ritu indicated him to lay his head on her lap so that he could suck her milk.  He did it.  She lifted the top and pushed the right boob out.  The prominent nipple was in front of him.  As a natural he started sucking it.  The milk came rushing.  Once the milk was out of stock from one milk depot, he did not proceed to the next one but waited.  He sucked and played with nipple with his tongue playing with the aerola.  She felt his expertise and before she could say anything he moved to the next milk depot and drained it.  Since he was too close he could not appreciate the light brown nipple and the aerola.  She then pushed her bra down and said that she is going to bathroom. He got up and moved to his room.

 

He had devised a plan to get her fully.  The next morning he was asked of his service again.  Vicky asked her to remove her blouse and reasoned with her that since he had seen her in bra, what is the difference.  She understood the logic and took her blouse off.  She was wearing a black lacy bra.  He stood there admiring the beauty and lay down on her lap.  As she took her boob out he started sucking but the hand went to the other boob just holding it as a kid would do.  The boob was a big one and a soft but firm one.  She didn’t mind it and allowed it further.  As yesterday he continued to suck and lick it post milk drinking.  Today it was for a longer period whereas the hand was applying gentle pressure on the other boob nipple.  He had learnt with experience that nipple area is a very sensitive part of the boob.  He could feel her being tense.  Before it could go out of hand, he got up. 

 

He said “My fees. I am a human pump” 

 

She laughed at his definition of himself and said “kya chahiye” (what you want)

 

He just kissed her on both the cheeks.

 

She said “bas” (only this) and smiled

 

He replied “Fees badh jaayegi” (fees will increase)

 

“Payment will be done” said she and chuckled.  Both laughed together.

 

It was afternoon, she was in the kitchen.  He went and stood behind her and indulged in small talk.  She thought of teasing him.  She asked him to pick a jar in the upper shelf but did not move.  He was averse to loosing an opportunity to touch her.  He moved in and picked up the jar from the shelf.  The raging harmones ensured that the tool was full mast.  He stood there more than the required time allowing the dick to be in touch with the ass globes.  Not to miss the opportunity, she moved backward to support the contact programme.  She felt the hardness of the tool and was pleased. The backward movement of the ass to meet the tool was not lost on Vicky and he helped himself to a smile.  He was now all the more sure of achieving his objective.  He moved back slightly and adjusted his tool in his shorts.  Ritu saw him doing that and smiled at his predicament.

 

For next 2-3 days she would take off her blouse and would be in bra for him to drink milk.  That day, he decided to torment her a bit.  It was the night feed time and since he had skipped the evening dose which meant that the tankers were filled to the brim.  As they completed dinner, she asked him to come to the bedroom.  He knew what she was upto and he had something in mind.  He said “Aata hoon” (coming) and went to the toilet.  He stayed there for 10-15 minutes, not required though, adding to her desperation.  Then he switched on the TV and made her wait for another 15 minutes. 

 

He went and was down in her lap with the twin peaks just inches above his head.  As she pulled up one bra cup and brought the boob out, instead of sucking, he just licked the sensitive nipple and adjoining region. Being sensitive their, she was enjoying the sensations but she could not bear the pain in her boobs either. 

 

She said “pee na” (drink)

 

He replied “bigger payment required”

 

“Kya chahiye” (what do you want)

 

“Bra utaar do” (remove your bra)

 

She said “nahin” (no) trying to prove her supremacy.

 

He started to lift his head. 

 

She said “ruko – par kyon” (wait – but why)

 

“Milk depot dekhne hain” (need to see the milk depots) and he smiled.

 

She saw him smiling and also smiled at the term milk depots but did not want to be topless in front of him.  She still said “nahin”

 

This time he got up and left the room. 

 

She was startled.  The pain in her boobs was making her think to go to him but her pride of controlling the things was holding her back.  She thought for a while, picked up her baby and tried to feed.  Abhay did not drink much milk and it was of no use to her to subside the pain. Still determined to enforce her supremacy she did not go.

 

Knowing fully well her state and the movement of ass in the day, he was sure of his plan would succeed.  The only glitch was what happens if she bought some pump.  Two things went in his favour.  One, if she wanted to purchase it she would have got it much earlier.  Second was that the market was closed the next day for weekly holiday.   It had now become a game of who blinks first.  He did not want to.  If he could get Mrs Kapoor, she should not be much of an issue. 

 

He decided to wait and watch.

 

It went for over four hours.

 

Around 1.30 in the night, he heard a knock on his door.  Since he was not fast asleep, he got up and opened the door.  Ritu stood there in her nightgown.  Under the gown was a night suit with a shirt type top and pyjama.

 

She stood there but did not come in.

 

He opened the door and went back to his bed.  Wait & watch continued.

 

Ritu was the first one to break the silence of the night.  She took a step forward and said “Vicky help karo dard ho raha hai” (Vicky help – its paining)

 

He said “idhar aa jaao” (come here)

 

She removed her night gown and sat on the bed.  Slowly she opened her top and she still had bra on.

 

He was waiting and not moving.

 

She did not react.

 

He got up and switched on the lamp near the bed side.  He stood there waiting. 

 

Gradually she took her hands behind her back and unclasped the bra.  Slowly, slowly she took off the bra.  The pendulous melons released from the confines of the bra were in full view.  He wanted to do a lot of things to them but he decided to be a bit cautious.  All the good work would reduce to a naught with one false move.  It was a game of chess and he was loving it.

 

He went and laid down in her lap with his head resting just below the inviting fruits.  It took a lot of effort and determination to not to maul those melons.  He started sucking the nipple and stream of milk started flowing into his mouth bringing relief and pleasure to both him and her. 

To him because the ice was broken and in a few days he would fuck Ritu and to her because of the relieving of pain and also somewhere deep down she was enjoying this game but did not want to acknowledge it.

 

He held the other boob while sucking one and licked the nippie a bit longer.  He wanted to make her comfortable in being topless before him.  Once she was comfortable, he had then planned for the final assault.  He knew the size of his tool would go a long way in convincing her. 

 

After about 20 minutes of milking the depots went dry.  She was in the same position for some more time.  After sucking them dry he left them against the very strong urge of mauling them. 

 

Silently she got up picked up her clothes and walked to her room still topless.

 

The next morning, he got up to a cheerful good morning from Ritu.  This time she was fully clad, needed to be, in presence of the servant, Ramu.  He freshened up and waited for Abhay to be fed.  Today Ramu had come a bit late hence there was a delay in time to leave.  To top it all he had brought a book to learn some Maths from Vicky.  He might have raging harmones but he was never the one to shy away from teaching an underprivileged.  Ramu finished his work and sat down on the floor with his books.  Vicky tried to make him sit on a chair but to no avail.  So he too decided to sit on the floor.  He could see the bedroom and an impatient Ritu waiting for him.  He decided to prolong her agony a bit.  He continued to teach him.  Ramu was a quick learner and after a couple of hours of tuition he got the hang of the chapters.  Vicky was really pleased both at his pupil’s effort and her agony.  Ramu was pleased that he was well taught by him and left by saying “Thank you Bhaiya.”

 

Vicky wanted to continue the torment a bit and went to his room.  He was waiting for the call and within a minute he heard his name.  He moved to the bedroom.  Sitting there on the bed was Ritu, topless, like a wanton whore waiting to be screwed.  She was wearing a white cotton long skirt.

 

He said “aapne bulaya” (you called)

 

“Haan” (yes)

 

“Kya hua” (what happened)

 

“milk depot ki supply khatm karni hai – itnee der kyon lagai” (need to finish the milk depot supply – why did you take so long)

 

“Ramu ko padha raha thaa” (I was teaching ramu)

 

“Chal ab jaldi aa jaa” (come here fast)

 

He lay his head in her lap and today before sucking he decided to play with her.  The nippies had become a bit stiff in anticipation.  He started licking one and the finger & thumb started tormenting the other one.  The nippie had become stiffer owing to the special treatment today.  She was enjoying the pleasure and wanted him to continue but still on the other hand wanted to continue with the pretence of her being in command. 

 

She said “kya kar rahe ho” (what r u doing) the weakness in her voice gave away her enjoyment.

 

He replied “aapko pata to hai – milk depot ke nozzle check kar raha hoon” (you know it – am checking the nozzles of the milk depot)

 

Though this relieved the tension a bit but continued onslaught on the nippies was making her go weak in her resolve.  She wanted him to continue but he was playing the game of cat & mouse with her.  He removed the fingers from other boob and started sucking milk.  Stream of warm milk came straight into his mouth.  He drank it all.  Meanwhile to torment her again, he started pressing her other boob.  This time the massage & pressure were noticeably more than previous gentle boob hold.  The play with the sensitive nipple region was making her loose her resolve, whatever it was, and weak in knees.  As the milk finished he got up abruptly.  This left her aghast.

 

He could sense her problem.  As she was about to wear the clothes he pushed them aside and said “Main hee toh hoon” (its me only here)

 

Though she found it logical but decided against it and wore the clothes.  Not the one to give up, during the day he stood behind her and cupped her boobies and had started massaging them over her blouse.  For start she pushed his hands away shouting “kya kar rahe ho” (what r u doing).  He did not listen to her and again planted them there and massage continued.  Before she could say anything, he said “what is new in this”.  She understood that since he rubbed her boobs during milking, hence why was she objecting to it now.

 

The time tested formula was coming to the fore now.  As the hand played with her boobs, the nape of the neck was bombarded with the wet kisses and the rock hard tool went for the ass exploration.  She was also in the mood and moved her ass back a bit to meet his tool.  This continued for about 2 minutes and he turned her around to kiss her ever kissable lips, she came out of a trance and pushed him back and went to her room. 

 

He did not go to her.  That night both did not say anything during dinner.

 

Post dinner, the medical problem of milk again arose.  She called him.  He did not go.  She called again, he did not go.

 

She came to his room, topless, asking him to drink milk.  He signaled her to sit.  He placed his head on her lap but did not start the milking.  She was wearing only the pyjama of a light coloured night suit.  Today was going to be the day he thought.  He held her hand and took her to her bedroom.  He wanted to have her there. 

 

As she sat on the bed, he lay his head in her lap and as the other day started playing with her nippies. Today he continued to play during his consumption time.  The moment he finished sucking milk, he continued licking the nipples and the adjoining sensitive regions.  The combination of tongue and finger in nipple region was causing havoc in her mind.  He got up without leaving the licking of the boob and moved to licking her gorgeous valley between two beauty peaks.  The saliva had drenched the 3-4 inch cleavage.  All the while her eyes were closed.  He was gently massaging the boobs but continued licking her upper bossom and neck area.  The expert that he had become, he knew that she was his for the taking and the remaining couple of weeks would be very entertaining.  Slowly, slowly he kissed her cheek and then brought his lips to hers.  The combination of love attack on her body coupled with the fact that she had been without sex for quite some time was too much for her to handle.  As he was about to kiss, the hands had touched the pubic region.  This startled her and she said “nahin”

 

This time he was not going to listen.  He pinned her down on the bed and kissed her smack on the lips.  After a token resistance, the lips parted and the saliva exchange took place.  She was now into it fully.  He was rubbing his crotch over hers, though both the crotches were covered, still it was having a great effect.

 

He was about to pull her pyjama down when she said “Main nahin utaaroongi” (I wont pull it down)

 

To which he replied “chalo phir main utaar deta hoon” (ok then I will pull down)

 

She tightened her grip on her pyjama as a last wall of resistance and was about to say something but was left silent.

 

Vicky just pulled his shorts down and threw away the vest and smiled.

 

He said “Kaha thaa main utaar deta hoon” (I told you that I will pull it down)

 

She was not listening to him.  The focus was on the tool, the dangling tool.  The tool was rock hard and looked like a menacing python.  She was mesmerized by it.  It was a bit bigger than her hubby who was in no way carried a small dick but this was special.  To top it all it looked much bigger on a 16 year old kid.  She had seen a couple before her marriage but this one was extraordinary.  Whatever little semblance of resistance was put up for show went out of the window.  Involuntarily, the tongue wetted her lips and the lips came into shape “O” ready to take in every millimeter of the monster.

 

He came close to her and put an arm around her shoulder and lifted her face to his and looked her in eyes.   She was stupefied to speak anything and he guided her hand to his dick and let her hold it.  She clutched onto it as a child holds his favourite toy.  She was in a spell.  He started smooching her, this time there was zero resistance and active participation.  The lips kissed lips, tongue entangled with tongue, tongue tasted lips and it continued.  The hand was still on the rock hard python.  The hand started its movement up & down the dick, stroking it with her soft hand.  He played with her boobs while kissing her and went down on them kissing and mauling them.

 

Her eyes were closed and the cumulative effect of not having sex for a few months and his technique and to top it all the most desirable cock she had seen was too heady a cocktail for her.  He loosened her grip on his dick and brought it closer to her mouth.  She needed no further invite and formed an ‘O’ to suck the granite hard tool.  She started to take it in.  Centimeter by centimeter half of it went in.  She felt that she would choke due to the enormous guest in mouth.  He pulled it out but she wanted it in and again it went in.  This time the tongue welcomed it and she started smoking it and both developed a rhythm of movement.  The mouth fucking continued for over 15 minutes when he shot the load in her mouth.  She drank a large proportion of his semen but quite a bit was oozing out from her mouth forming a trail of rich white thick liquid.

 

He went down on her and started playing with her already wet pussy.  The fingers found their way and the coupling effect of pleasure with fingers in her pussy and its licking plus the attack on her inner thigh ensured that she came within no time.  Long starved for sex was also one major reason.

 

She came in by gallons and he was there to lap as much as he could.

 

With her pussy now being very well lubricated, he decided to fuck her now.  He positioned his dick on her pussy entrance with her legs lifted up on either side of his shoulders.  She was not expecting this from him.  Even her husband never ventured much away from the missionary style and here was the kid straightaway ready for the variation.  Things were going to be exciting now.

 

The lubricated pussy meant that the dick went in reasonably ok.  Inch by inch it went in.  The pussy walls stretching to accommodate the valued visitor.  Three fourths of his dick was in and she was gasping.  He waited before proceeding, as the walls adjusted she found her breathing rhythm back.  As she found it back, he started pulling his cock out to form a rhythmic in and out movement.  Stroke by stroke more & more dick went in.  It was hitting her where no one else had hit her.  It made her feel full to the limit.  The more surface area of the dick meant that the sensitive pussy walls were feeling the touch.  The increased touch increased the pleasure and passion.

 

The thrust and power of his strokes were making her go crazy with her shouting, screaming “oh my god” with every stroke.  The high position of her legs meant that the dick hit her deep inside.  Her head was swaying from side to side with the eyes closed to enjoy the pleasurable attack.  His balls were hitting her with every stroke.  As the pace increased so did the amount of dick going in.  It was all in making her gasp for breath.  As he saw her gasping, he asked her to check if he should take it out to which she shook her head violently to say no.  What a slut he thought.

 

Suddenly the grip of her legs on his shoulders tightened with Ritu clutching the bedsheets and swaying her head indicating the impeding cumming.  She had cummed.  The boy hadn’t.  She wanted him to continue the onslaught and he was too willing to oblige.  He continued the onslaught.  The heavy strokes after her orgasm made her shiver but the pleasure was too good to be missed.  Within the strokeplay of over 8-10minutes both the lovers were on verge of cumming and came did they – at the same time.  He erupted like a volcano splurging streams of his thick semen and she came like a waterfall, moistening his dick with gallons of cum.

 

They both lay on the bed exhausted, the bodies glistening with the sweat.  Both looked at each other smiled and lay contented.  He had achieved his target and so had she, unknown to him.  That’s why things were relatively so easy.   

 

She said “ab kya” (now what)

 

“More fun”

 

“meaning”

 

“2 weeks of sex” said he and smiled

 

“only two weeks” said she and winked

 

“usee mein saal ka quota kar doonga” (within 2 weeks I will complete a year’s quota)

 

They laughed together and slept together nude.

 

In the morning he got up to a very nice feeling of cock sucking and found Ritu to suck his cock.  The tool was hard as expected.  After he came, she got up, all nude, went to the kitchen to make some tea for him.  As they drank tea he looked at her, it was a sight of a slut finding new life.  He wanted to start again but she warned him not to do anything wrong in front of the servant.

 

So it was an uneventful fortnight in front of servants but a fortnight of sex, lust, passion, positions, love without the servants.

 

Fondling her boobs, over her blouse, kissing, in servants presence (when he was not looking) was a common thing.   He fucked her in ass, in shower, on kitchen table, on roof, in balcony, made her to suck his dick in a secluded corner of a cinema hall.  You name it he did it.  Will not go in further details for fear of repetition.  Two weeks after first round, he got the call from his parents asking him to come back as the situation had eased and the schools were to open after dussehra that year.  Hope people would remember that.  He had taken books to study but he had perfected the art of biological reproduction during the period.

 

With a heavy heart he moved and with an even heavier heart she bade him bye.  But not before enjoying the pleasures of her charms the night before. He was sad leaving her but the knowledge of Sadaf, Sheetal and Mrs Kapoor cheered him up.

 

He was to interact with Ritu at a later stage alongwith a very hot friend of hers.

 

In October he came back to Delhi with schools opening after Dusshera holidays.  The chill in the wind was about to set in.  Those were the days when winter used to start setting in October.  The extra unwanted holidays meant that there was extra pressure on classes 10th to 12th.  The Schools went ahead and increased the number of classes from 8 to 10 per day, with two classes extra.  This meant that there was now less time with Sadaf and Tina.  Since Tina was there, nothing much could be done in her presence, however, their rendezvous on terrace continued.  It was constrained to kissing, boob sucking, oral sex.

 

There were very few occasions to make love to Sheetal and Mrs Kapoor. 

 

It was sometime after Guru Nanak Birthday that year, in November that Sadaf and Vicky were involved in their lust.  She was sucking his big tool and he continued to fondle her boobs.  Though they were secluded from any other terrace view, anyone coming in dark from the staircase could see them.  They were confident in the belief that anyone coming upstairs would switch on the staircase light.  From corner of his eye he saw a shadow movement.  He could not make out who it was.  But he was scared.  He wanted to know who else knew about their indiscretions.  Sadaf was still licking it like a lollipop.  He patted on her head and asked her to get up.  She was startled as she was on verge of cumming.  She got up and looked at him.

 

He motioned her to be silent and took her away to main terrace and said “I think I saw someone”

 

“Matlab” (meaning)

 

“someone has seen us doing this”

 

“who”

 

“cant say”

 

“now what”

 

“wait & watch” “kuch aur nahin kar sakte” (cant do anything else)

 

He continued “if it is a boy blackmailing you, tell me, I will take care”

 

“Agar ladki hui toh (if it is a girl)” she asked

 

“I will take care” “par doosri waali” (the other care)

 

They both laughed.

 

He came down and looked at his parents, there was no change in their emotions or look or way they spoke with him.  One security check cleared.

 

Same was with Sadaf, no change with her parents. Another security check cleared.

 

They looked around in the neighbourhood with suspicious eyes but nothing to alarm them.

 

A couple of days later he was talking to sadaf in the staircase in presence of Tina that he noticed Tina chuckling and giving him a meaningful smile.  He always wanted to screw her ass but this was different, also the knowledge from Sadaf about her adventures meant that he was also not averse to have something with her. 

 

Tina went to her home saying “aap dono ko akela chhod deti hoon” (I will leave you two alone)

 

Sadaf laughed non-chalantly but bells were ringing for him.

 

As she went away, he told Sadaf about Tina being the shadow.  Sadaf was not ready to accept it at first but then they were able to zero-in on her specially with regard to her “alone” remark.  He asked Sadaf to prod her and check what she knows.  Since Sadaf and Tina had a separate room for themselves hence it was easy for siblings to share their secrets.

 

The same night as the two beauties lay on the bed side-by-side, Sadaf came straight to the topic and did not beat around the bush.

 

“Tina – tune kya dekha thaa us din” (Tina what did you see the other day)

 

The direct approach startled her and she mumbled something incorrigible.

 

Sadaf again said “Kya dekha thaa” (what did you see)

 

Now Tina had got back her composure and said “Tujhe aur Vicky ko, chhat par karte hue” (you and Vicky doing on terrace)

 

Sadaf thought Vicky had guessed it right.

 

Now Tina started the assault

 

“Kab se” (since when)

 

“Summer holidays” came the reply.

 

“Oh – kya kya kiya” (what all have you done)

 

Sadaf kept silent

 

“I wont tell anyone, promise – bata na” (pls tell)

 

“Sab kuchh” (everything) came sadaf’s reply.

 

“Sab kuchh!!!” (Everything!!!) said an excited Tina

 

“Haan sab kuchh” (yes – everything) and sadaf gave a content smile.

 

“Kaisa thaa” (how was he)

 

“Too good – he is a great lover”

 

“Aur bata” (tell more)

 

“he admires your great ass” said sadaf in a matter of fact tone.

 

Now it was Tina’s turn to blush.  She regained her composure and said “but you enjoyed his bada sa tool – andhere mein bhi bada lag raha thaa” (but you enjoyed his big dick – even in dark it looked big)

 

Sadaf replied “it is very big”

 

Sadaf continued to tease her “soch itna bada in your sexy ass” (imagine – such a big one in your sexy ass)

 

Both laughed and engaged in a small pillow fight.

 

Both slept with a smile on their face.  Sadaf – safe in knowledge of her indiscretion remaining safe and also a possibility of Tina joining in the Fun.

 

Tina – Fun yes and possibility of exploring new horizons with Vicky.

 

It so happened that the next day, Friday, Sadaf had gone to her friend’s birthday and Vicky did not know about it.  This meant he had gone for his terrace walk cum pleasure excursion.   Tina knew that Sadaf did not tell him and hence she moved to the terrace at the anointed time.  He heard the foot steps at the set time and thought it would be Sadaf.  Since Tina did not switch on the stairs light, hence he did not know who was coming.  He hid himself behind a short wall at the end of stairs and as she climbed the last step he hugged her from behind.  The short was off for good measure, meaning the tool went to the luscious ass of the fair beauty.  This startled her.  She knew he was quick but this was a bit too much although she was prepared for a bit less. 

 

She said “aah” and before she could say that the hands were on her boobs, as he grabbed it he knew they were a shade smaller, though handful, but he continued the onslaught nonetheless.  She said “Its me” a bit louder this time but did not try to push his hands away, after a couple more gropes he let her go.

 

She looked at her questioningly and smiling.

 

He said “I thought it was Sadaf”

 

“You do this to her daily” she mocked anger

 

“You have seen this I am sure”

 

Now it was her turn to turn pale.

 

He knew her game was up.  He said, I had guessed it was you who had seen us that day.  After that he kept quiet.

 

She was looking down not knowing what to say.  Since it was November, there was a slight chilly nip in the air.

 

He put one hand under her chin and lifted it up.  Both looked at each other, he smiled, she relaxed and came close to her.  He just hugged her and said “no problems boss”

 

He knew his dream ass could be his if he could just press the right buttons. 

 

And knew that did he?

 

“Kab se dekh rahi hai hamein”

 

“Do baar dekha thaa – you like Sadaf a lot”

 

“Both of you are made to love”

 

She looked at him and smiled.

 

Seeing it as a positive sign, he kissed her. Bang on lips.  She was startled. This was too quick for even her.  After a meek protest she gave in and participated actively in the kiss.  His hands directly went to the coveted ass globes and played with it.   The tricks he had perfected with Sheetal, Mrs Kapoor, Sadaf, Ritu were in full action.  Tina was not able to control herself now.  This was much beyond her expectations and she was loving it.

 

Meanwhile the whore inside her traced her hand to the big tool and measured it and gasped.  He understood her condition and withdrew from the kiss.  Tina moved her much salivated lips forward to indicate her lack of willingness to part.  But little did she know that more was to come.  He took her to the preferred place on the terrace and started kissing her again.  This time with ever more passion.  She was also responding to the challenge and mauling his tool at every opportunity.  The tool massage made the python get up in anger and formed a huge tent in his pyjamas.  Though she had seen the tool shadow earlier but this one looked even bigger and menacing.  She went down and kissed it over the pyjama and was looking it like a child would look at a favourite toy in the shop.

 

And as the luck would have it – she was called from her home by her mother.  They both had to disengage but not before she kissed the tool again.

 

Safe in the knowledge of having Tina’s ass anytime he moved down.

 

Tina was waiting for Sadaf impatiently.  She wanted to tell her.  She got a call from Sadaf that she would stay overnight at her friends place.  Dejected she fell on the bed with her finger to play with her pussy.

 

Sadaf returned the next morning, Saturday.  As luck would have it both sets of Parents, Khans and his had gone out and were not expected till late evening.  This was god sent chance for the teenage lust to be fulfilled.

 

Shortly after they left, with Khans leaving first with Vicky’s parents leaving after 10-15 min, Vicky knocked at the door.  The teenagers knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, thanks to the door at the stair entrance and terrace doors being locked.  He decided to go in for a direct approach.   Sadaf opened the door with Tina in kitchen.  He embraced her and started pressing her boobs over her t-shirt.  She indicated him of Tina’s presence to which he smiled and started the groping again.  She again tried to push him away.  This time he took off his track pants and t-shirt and was in his undergarments.  Next to go was his vest and then came off the underwear.  He was in his Birthday Suit with a perplexed Sadaf looking at him and Tina still showing her gorgeous ass to him from kitchen.  He proceeded to the kitchen and held Tina from back, surprised she turn around to get the shock of her life.

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Stood behind her Vicky with only thin air to cover his body and a raging python in its full glory.  She just got glued to the Python not letting it out of her sight even for a slip second.  Sadaf was equally out of wits till now.  But then she understood that something may have happened in her absence leading to this.  For a moment she felt angry but the anger subsided at the opportunities presenting itself.

 

He just took Tina’s hand and made her to hold his tool.  She was spell bound by the heavy duty piston and held it in her soft hands.  In the meanwhile, Sadaf also came down to her undergarments and stood behind Tina.  Now the luscious ass baby was between the boob queen and tool king.

 

The elder sibling took off the younger one’s top and also pulled down the shorts.  Tina was still in a stage of trance and did not know what was going on.  Sadaf wanted to do away with her undergarments but Vicky signaled her not to do so.  Vicky started kissing Tina and all the while, Tina kept on holding the tool like a child clinging on to a toy.  Sadaf joined in the fun and kissed Tina from behind on her nape of neck.  Her massive boobies crushing on Tina’s back were doing great things to her.  Sadaf now proceeded to remove hers and Tina’s bra.  Off went hers and so did Tina’s.  One quick second, off went her panty. She now moved to pull down her sister’s panty.  The movement of panty brought her out of trance and she held the band stopping Sadaf.  She looked at Vicky, then Sadaf and then at herself and almost shrieked at their states.  The other two were in birthday suit and she was one garment away from joining their fashion statement.  She just did not understand how it happened.  Before she could say anything, Vicky said “hamari jaise ho jaa” (be like us)  “itne kapde kyon pahene hain” (why are you wearing so many clothes)

 

She started with a giggle and went on to laugh hysterically, the other two joined in and the three teenagers laughed with a vengeance.  To the neighbours it may have felt as three kids sharing some joke but for them it was not a joke.  It was a barrier to be crossed.

 

Vicky started kissing her and Sadaf.  His mind was going berserk in choosing between the milk depots or gorgeous ass.  Sadaf also was kissing Tina and it was a first bi for both of them.  What better place to start lesbianism than with your own gorgeous sibling.  In the melee, sometimes his back felt sadaf’s boobs and sometimes his crotch felt Tina’s ass.  But the best part was for every second of the kitchen love, his tool was in grip of a damsel.

 

Now he asked Tina and Sadaf to move to the bedroom.  Since Tina’s and Sadaf’s bedroom had two single beds, they moved to their parents’ master bedroom.  He asked Sadaf to get an old bedsheet since the new one would get dirty.  She obeyed.  The experienced Sadaf got the material for lubrication since she knew today was Tina’s ass’s turn.

 

As starters, both Sadaf and Vicky sandwiched Tina and pampered her with kisses and saliva exchanges.  Both he and sadaf and taken turns to inject their digits in her pussy to get her lubricated in the natural way.  Tina was fingered earlier but the scale and expertise and sheer naughtiness of the whole act was too much for her.  Vicky then pulled Sadaf on the bed who lay on her back and pointed his tool at the entrance of her pussy with her legs on either side of him.

 

Sadaf had motioned Tina to come towards her head and her pussy was directly above Sadaf’s face.  The love triangle was now complete.  Vicky was joined with Sadaf due to his dick and her pussy.  Sadaf’s face was in direct contact with Tina’s pussy and Tina & Vicky were exchanging saliva with deep kisses.  Gradually the momentum built up, the strokes of tool were going deep in and hitting Sadaf in the inner most parts.  Though it had happened so many times earlier but today was different.  Today was different as her mouth was also simultaneously giving pleasure to another pussy.  The tongue licks on her freshly shaved pussy was sending Tina in throes of passion with both sets of her lips being kissed/licked at the same time.  The aim of the whole exercise was to make Tina lose her inhibitions and kids to involve in unlimited sex at every given opportunity.

 

Lick by lick Tina was nearing her orgasm and so was Sadaf – stroke by stroke, Vicky still was somewhat away from it.  After a few more licks, Tina came and came by the litres, she squatted on Sadaf’s who lapped it all up.  As Tina finished it was time for Sadaf to come by the gallons, this time Tina put her face close to her pussy to lick it, however, Vicky had not stopped the strokes.  So sadaf’s pussy was on a double onslaught of lick and stroke and was on fire.  The sheer audacity of the act was making her crazy. 

 

Now it was time for him to cum.  He spurted everything on Tina, with her creamy skin getting a liquid polish coat over her.  Sadaf helped in spreading the polish over her.  In the November Delhi likeable chill, the teenagers were in heat.  He then took to rubbing the polish with Tina’s ass globes coming in for some special attention.  The rounded ass globes pointing towards him presented a very erotic sight.  He still did not proceed with fucking her ass.  Instead he made Sadaf go on all fours with him fucking her ass and Tina upright on her knees making her pussy at the same level as Sadaf.

 

The ass fucking that she was subjected to recently had made her asshole more accommodative for his big tool.  The semen, love juices acted as natural lubricants.  Inch by inch it went in and both he and Sadaf picked up the rhythm in unison.  He continued mauling Sadaf’s boobs.  The hands held her mane as if riding a horse.  The strokes were very heavy and violent with Sadaf making horny sounds with every stroke.  Tina was zapped by the unabated display of the wanton lust by her sister and her neighbour. Even Tina was in the mood and was mauling Sadaf’s melons.  Sadaf was pleasantly perplexed with the twin attack on her twin peaks of glory.  Though Sadaf was licking her pussy, Tina moved down to kiss her elder sibling.  The creamy white and the dusky beauties intertwined the tongues to complete the kiss.  Vicky’s penis was buried deep in Sadaf’s ass and even he stopped to savour the wanton lust on display.  Tina and Sadaf kept on kissing each other and had become oblivious to his presence.  Sadaf was however feeling his strong presence deep in her ass.  After 2-3 minutes of such lusty kissing, the siblings disengaged with the normal duty of Tina’s pussy licking resumed with some gusto.  Tina moved forward to kiss Vicky.  He could feel the mix of Tina pussy juice (licked by Sadaf), Sadaf’s saliva (sucked by Tina) and Tina’s taste (sucked by him). Such was the passion of the encounter that the kids were in a state of trance.  He came and came in by the streams in Sadaf’s ass.  With Sadaf resorting to uninhibited screaming before he came owing to the massive pressure exerted by strokes.  More than threatening her, it persuaded her to give her virginity to Vicky.  The limp cock covered in mix of his rich semen and Sadaf’s love juices was on display.  Tina just moved down on him and licked every centimeter of it clean.

 

Now it was turn of the fair and lovely beauty to be in the middle with the experienced lovers on either side of her.  Vicky was behind her and Sadaf was in front of her.  The heavy kissing among the siblings meant that a new lesbian relationship had started and both enjoyed being bi-sexual.  He was not complaining.  He had the privileged seat to one of the most erotic sight on display.  Sadaf was kissing her and Vicky, his tool was poking Tina’s ass globes with one hand playing with her pussy and the other one finding difficult to concentrate on one set of boobs and oscillating between the four globes available to it.

 

After 8-10 minutes of such foreplay it was time to take Tina’s virginity.  It was her choice of which hole to lose first.  She lay on her back with Sadaf reaching for the position close to her face.  It was Tina’s turn to lick her sister’s pussy and her love juices.  All this was a first time experience for her and it was least to say was spinning her head.

 

Vicky placed the cock at entrance of the pussy.  All the kids were waiting with a baited breath for the next step.  Sadaf wanted to have a close look at her younger sibling’s deflowering, Tina wanted to feel the big one inside her and Vicky wanted to reach the step two, i.e Tina with the final being her mother.

 

He spread her legs on either side of his, thereby stretching the pussy walls and hole. But this time he went down on her to kiss the milky thighs and crotch area.  The expert that he had become, he focused on her inner thigh, making circles with his fingers in her sensitive region and also his finger did magic to her pussy.  The two digits inside her were making her go mad and Sadaf’s attack on her top half was not helping her predicament.  Sadaf had by now bent down to suck her sister boobs with her own sweet melons hung tantalizingly close to Tina’s face.  Both did the same to each other by sucking each other’s boobs.  If this was not heaven then there was no such thing as heaven, he thought.  The sight of two luscious babes sucking each other’s boobs was something to be recorded and kept for future. Alas those were not the digital technology days.  The attack on both ends made her cum and release the love juices by the litres.  On seeing Vicky’s wet fingers, Sadaf moved to a 69 position with her sister and lapped up all the love juices she could.  In last 5-10minutes Sadaf had taken a lead in the wanton sexual display.  She was also on fire and even the inexperienced invasion from Tina’s digits in her well used pussy got her to cum in an instant.  The sisters drank each other’s nectar from the purest source.  He lifted Sadaf’s face and kissed her bang on her lips and tasted Tina’s love juices mixed with her saliva.  This was maddening.  The salty taste of the love juices in Sadaf’s saliva acted as some performance enhancing drug for him.  He started as a man possessed. 

 

The huge tool took its position at the entrance and inch by inch it started movement into the deep tunnel.  This was unimaginable for Tina.  Her trance was broken and she started feeling the pain.  Sensing her condition, Sadaf passed some lubricant to Vicky and also started kissing Tina to take her mind from the pain in her coveted pussy.  Stroke by stroke it all went in.  Vicky let it rest in the favourite resting place for about a minute or so, allowing inner walls of Tina’s pussy to adjust to the gigantic intruder.  She was enjoying the feeling of being so completely filled.  A smile escaped her lips.  Seeing the smile both Sadaf and Vicky felt the relief.

 

And then the piston started its in & out movement bringing pleasure with each stroke to the nubile beauty.  The tool hit her where nobody had touched her, even she didn’t know if there was any such place in her body.  The tool hits did magic to her.  Sounds of “aah” “ooh” “yes” “oh my god” filled the room.  With each sound, the pace increased, gradually to a very high tempo.  This was getting too much for her.  Suddenly she felt like a thousand needles pricking her very inside skin, she felt a rush that was very rarely done earlier, the eyes got closed and she thought her head would explode owing to the passion.  Her hands held Sadaf’s arms very tightly and her head swayed from side to side.  Then she started cumming in and the pleasant pain decreased.  Vicky did not hold back and continued hitting her deep, this was a curious mix of her relieving pain and he increasing it for her.  She had never come so much.  Even her masturbation sessions did not make her cum so much. 

 

Vicky had not cummed as yet and was continuing the pleasant onslaught hitting her hard.  Her boobs were moving in all directions.  They may not be as big as Sadaf’s but were still a handful.  He mauled them with his hands and also paid attention to Sadaf’s boobs as she had also developed a rhythm to match Tina’s licking pattern.

 

After 5-7 minutes, he felt a massive rush in his balls and the urge to empty the load in her.  Stream after stream of his semen erupted from his tool.  Though he would have liked to fill her with his seed, but had the presence of mind to not to do so.  He took out his massive tool to much disappointment of Tina as she was cumming the second time in close succession and the feeling was nothing short of ecstasy for her.  As he spread his rich semen on her he saw a trail of liquid coming down from her pussy lips on to her thigh.  She came in by the tankers he thought.  Tina looked at him dreamily and sadaf looked admirably, within no time he had made love to two gorgeous babes and was ready for more.  Vicky though felt a bit tired but Tina’s ass globes were too good to resist.  Tina was in daze and didn’t realize the implications on being turned around to rest on her all fours.  Sadaf knew what was coming and strangely felt happy at the “Turn” of event.   He went to the kitchen to drink some water, brought back the bottle with him, Tina was still on all fours but Sadaf had brought herself down to kiss her little sister.  The two babes were locked in saliva exchange pattern when Vicky joined them.  One look at the intertwined beauties made him realize the new avenues that he had opened for them and self.  He started drinking water in big gulps.  Due to the gulps some water trickled down from his mouth on Tina’s ass globes, it was like waterfall hitting a well rounded shining stone below.

 

As Sadaf was still engrossed in sucking her sister, he picked up a bottle of some lotion and rubbed it over his gigantic piston and positioned it at the entrance of the asshole.  Tina was still lost in smooching with her elder sibling and was oblivious to what was about to hit her hard, literally.  He put some lotion over her hole as well which gave her tingling sensation.  The kissing and boob mauling was making her go weak in the knees and she was about to cum again.  Vicky kept looking at the beautiful ass globes and gave them love bites.  Simultaneous sucking, love bites on her boobs and ass globes was getting too much for her,

 

Vicky started applying pressure on his tool to make it enter the tiny hole.  One inch of the gigantic tool caused her eyes to pop out of the sockets.  Much like what happened with Sadaf a few months earlier.  But Sadaf being more voluptuous was able to handle it with relative ease.  Tina just stopped in her tracks and stopped kissing Sadaf.  She realized what was coming and it terrified her.  Sadaf tried to calm her down.  Vicky had also stopped and put more lotion on his tool and her hole to ease her pain.  Another inch went in. Meanwhile Sadaf was also guiding her on how to relax her anal muscles to accommodate the gigantic proportioned tool.  It was easier said than done for Tina, but she was definitely making an effort.  Vicky also cooperated with her and slowed down the pace of intrusion into the rounded creamy ass.  Instead of an inch of penile installment he climbed down to 1 centimeter per thrust and increased the time gap between two thrusts thereby giving her ample time to adjust to the intruder.  Somehow, the focus had shifted to taking care of Tina.  He didn’t want to tear her apart and hurt her too much.

 

Tina thanked god for small mercies from a big merciless monster.  By & by about 5 inches of the thick meat went in.  Sadaf coupled Vicky’s efforts and her cajoling went a long way in comforting Tina.  In order to make Tina forget the intruder she made her suck her boobies.  What started as a diversionary tactic for Tina turned out to be a very pleasurable exercise for herself.  Tina sucked like an expert.  Girl knows girl better hence she knew how to suck when to focus on aerolas, when to attack nipples and when to press boobs in general and with how much pressure.  Moans of pleasure from the two lasses filled the room.  Seeing her state, Vicky increased the thrust and within no time around 3 more inches of solid piston went in.  Tina was on verge of another eye-popping-out-of-socket experience but manage to adjust to the massive intrusion.  He breathed for some time giving her time to adjust.  By now he understood that she was comfortable with the thick dick in her asshole.

 

Gradually he started pulling it out to much dismay of Tina.  She thought game was over.  How wrong she was.  

 

Another round of lotions and the pounding started, gradually picking up the momentum leading to some seriously paced rhythm.  Almost whole of the tool was going in and his balls were hitting her lower ass globes. Tina was now into it completely and was matching Vicky’s movements with her ass movement to meet the tool.  The pounding had increased in ferocity, with each stroke harder than before.  She felt that her skin would rupture resulting in a fountain of blood but even she was determined to match his vigour and strength.  Vicky reached out for her ponytail to ride the horse, his favourite position while ass fucking.  The other hand went to maul her boobs mercilessly.  Since Sadaf had positioned herself under Tina so that the young siblings face was around her boobs, therefore, Vicky’s hand had additional pleasure of meeting flat tummy of Sadaf.  He did not lose the opportunity to finger fuck Sadaf for a few strokes.  Now he was enjoying Tina’s luscious creamy white ass.  The rounded ass was a sight to behold and right now he was the master.

 

Even in the early winters the kids were covered in a thin sheen of sweat which was making the bodies shine even more. A coat of sheen on the dusky voluptuous beauty and also  on the creamy white lass. The sight was captivating to say the least. 

 

He again felt the familiar tinge between his legs and streams of his warm semen entered the well punctured asshole.  This time he filled her completely with his seed.  The smallish hole was not able to accommodate the gallons of semen especially with the tool still well lodged in the hole leading the trickling down of the semen from the edges to the creamy white thighs.  As the eruptions ended, he took out his tool and inserted a finger in her hole to rub the natural moisturizer on her ass globes.  He had taken a fascination to this ritual of his.  To him it meant the full control over the beauty in question.

 

Sadaf, Tina and Vicky had cummed in unison and lay down on the bed well exhausted with around couple of hours of love making.

 

Vicky lay in the middle, on his back, with the damsels on either side of him with their head resting on his either shoulder and twined with him like a creeper.  He felt like a king in a harem of beauties. 

 

After a short while of silence, he said “Maza aa gaya” (I enjoyed it)

 

Tina and Sadaf said in unison “mujhe bhi” (me too) and giggled.

 

He said “Ab jab bhi mauka mila karega toh karenge” (whenever we get chance we will do it)

 

Both the beauties replied in affirmative.

 

He chuckled “kahin apne pyaar mein mujhe mat bhool jaana” (don’t forget me in your lesbian love)

 

The girls laughed and said “kabhi kabhi bhool bhi jaaya karenge” (at times we will forget)

 

A few rounds of kissing between him and girls and among girls continued.

 

He asked Tina in a very serious tone “Was it your first time”

 

Tina was surprised and replied “intercourse first time thaa” (intercourse – first time)

 

Sadaf interjected and said “matlab baaki kya kya kar chuki thee” (what was done earlier)

 

Tina then elaborated on being sucked by one of their cousins, on telling the name Sadaf zeroed in on the one trying to ‘play Holi’ with their mother on one occasion.  Tina then further told them of how her male classmates had pleasured her by sucking her boobs and she had returned the favour by sucking their cocks.  The revelations were continuing. 

 

One of their relatives had a big farm house on the outskirts of Delhi and Tina told about the wanton enjoyment indulged in by the cousins.  Sadaf had not gone to that party. 

 

Suddenly Sadaf said “Mummy bhi toh gayin thee us din” (Mom had also gone for the same party)

 

Tina said “She also had some good fun”

 

Vicky was smiling.  The possibilities were endless.

 

After this one, the teenagers indulged in a fuck fest at every given opportunity.  Vicky always had company on the terrace.  The sisters took turns to please him.  He was on cloud nine.  As a birthday gift (in January) he got one of their most beautiful cousins (college going) to ‘befriend’ (polite term for fuck).  Vicky, Sadaf and Tina used to fuck like rabbits.  Made love at every given opportunity.  You name it they did it.  The lesbianism had given the girls new avenue and they explored it to great advantage.  The cousins who befriended Vicky had ‘befriended’ the girls in lesbian act earlier.

 

Not to be left behind, Sheetal and her mother gave themselves as his birthday gift (although separately), with Mrs Kapoor arranging for a grand fuck in a Five Star Hotel room.

 

The days, weeks, months passed.  They entered March.  It was the dreaded Boards time for both Sadaf (12th) and Tina (10th).  Also it was time for Holi.  This time he was looking forward to Holi for he had two pairs of gorgeous asses and boobs waiting for him at two different locations.  Also, if Tina and Sadaf went to the Farm to play Holi then the fun could be much greater.  His own exams were over before Holi and even for Tina and Sadaf, the scheduling was such that they had a language exam after 3-4 days of Holi which meant they had more than sufficient time to study for the exam.  Holi was a bit late that year, as the date depends on Lunar cycle.

 

Sadaf and Tina told him of the Farm Party on Holi.  He was told a couple of days in advance, giving him ample time to prepare accordingly. He was clear in his mind that the morning would be for his friends and Sheetal’s family and the 2nd half for the farm fun.

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I know it is a repeat telecast

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Sir, ever since this story disappeared from its previous home have been lookinh forward to reading it again. Thanks once again for posting it for us. Eagerly awaiting next episodes.

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Sir, ever since this story disappeared from its previous home have been lookinh forward to reading it again. Thanks once again for posting it for us. Eagerly awaiting next episodes.

Thanks

Will post tomorrow

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Closer to evening

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Came the Holi day, it was a Friday.  So, right at the stroke of 9am, he played a token holi with his parents (routine colours and touching of feet for blessings) and left to play with his friends.  His sister could not join this time owing to her exams.  By Noon he moved to Sheetal’s place.  Sheetal was upset that he did not come by then.  He reached there and saw the community playing holi with neighbours being together.  It was youngsters playing pranks with beautiful girls coming in for special treatment.  One look at Sheetal and her anger vanished.  She was in her shorts and plain white t-shirt and was the subject of many an attack by the neighbourhood boys.  He moved in as her knight in shining armour and as he applied colour on her and drenched her, nobody came close to her.  It was like the Leader of the animal kingdom had come.

 

He enquired about Niti, her father and her mother, very non chalantly.  She told him of Niti having gone with her friends to some party, her father had just left for the social Holi gathering  and her mother was around only.  At a far end of the ground, he saw Mrs Kapoor, clad in white Salwar Qameez (with no Chunni) being chased by young boys (college goers) and a few men.  There were a couple more ladies to accompany her in her predicament. There was a round of laughter from all seeing their condition.  The ladies had rushed to the staircase to save themselves.  The hungry virile men were banging the staircase door for the attack.  It is all part of Holi and an accepted practice.  In the commotion he indicated Sheetal to move upstairs so they could have a separate session among themselves.  She indicated him to first go to their terrace and she will come later so that people do not notice.  In the melee he managed to leave unnoticed since the focus was still on the Mrs Kapoor attack.   The terraces were connected and hence he moved in from the other staircase.  The one housing Mrs Kapoor and other ladies led to same row of terraces.   He moved upstairs and left the door open for Sheetal to come up.  He went up and went to the adjoining terrace to have fun with the ladies and Mrs Kapoor.  Unknown to him, the two ladies had moved to one house (one of the two stayed in house covered by that staircase) and had left Mrs Kapoor to fend for herself.

 

As she had rushed upstairs to reach her terrace after jumping a few walls, one of the ladies had opened the door for the boys on the condition that they would attack Mrs Kapoor only and not her.  She knew Mrs Kapoor was the prize catch and specially she was not guarded by her husband.  Over last year she had gained reputation of being the glamourous neighborhood aunty engaged in a glamourous job.

 

Mrs Kapoor had hardly reached the terrace door of that block, that she heard the commotion coming from the staircase below.  Thinking that the other two ladies were attacked and she is safe, she proceeded to climb the common walls of the terraces.  These walls were about 5 feet in height with some 2-3 feet high stairs structure at the base which helps climbing them.  The men had become silent and she thought they had gone and as she was at the top most stair of the terrace wall, 2-3 pairs of hands pulled her back.  She was about to fall but rested on the powerful hands.  Mrs Kapoor fell backwards but was held by powerful hands.  These powerful hands were rested on her thighs and ass only.  The guys were focused. 

 

Vicky had parked himself in such a position that he could see what was going on the terrace and in the ground.  One look at Sheetal at the ground below made him know that it will take time as she was surrounded and was part of a stupid game being played.  He was more focused on the “hot” game to be unleashed. 

 

The hands on her ass and thighs moved away, she was also enjoying the support and once the hands moved away, she fell backwards to an arms net made by the guys.  Around 7-8 young men had a damsel resting on their arms.  All of them were well coloured and ready with ammunition.  Slowly she was let on the terrace floor.  All the men proceeded to colour her using their hands.  In the garb of colouring her, they were all over her.  Her face, her boobs, her thighs, her ass, her neck.  The kameez was deep enough to show her cleavage and swells of her upper bosom driving men crazy.  All of them took turns to apply colour there.  It was unabashed display of lust by the men.  She was laughing and trying to cover herself using her hands.  One of the uncles held her from behind holding her arms in front of her lower stomach and making his crotch to come in direct contact with her ass.  This powerful display ensured that she was now under their control.  Everyone again attacked her, but this time the attack was directly on her boobs and thighs.  The white cotton suit did little to not to show her undergarments.  Though nobody put hands inside but there were enough hand marks on her suit to indicate what had happened.  Right now she was more worried of the hand marks rather than anything else.  Wriggling of ass was doing wonders do the uncle’s penis, holding her from behind.

 

Just then the Uncle holding her from behind in an effort to look what was going in front tried to bend his neck thereby his lips coming in direct contact with her neck.  This was a big signal for her and everyone was noticing the reaction.  She moved her shoulder to push him away.  She did not want to be classified as the neighborhood slut.  This gave others the signal of how much they could get away with.  Still not to be left behind, the ‘rejected’ uncle said “Begaair paani ki kaisee holi” (What is holi without water).  This gave a reason to smile to the youngsters who rushed to get water from the water tanks on terraces.  They had about 3 small buckets to fetch water.  Mrs Kapoor wanted to run away but could not since colours and water are an integral part of Holi and also she wanted the lusty fun to continue for some more time.

 

Potraying that she was held against her wishes she would make the right noises and movements but will laugh also since it was part of the festival.  One of the boys splashed water on her.  The white kurta stuck to her body giving detailed outline of the bra underneath.  Since it was not a very thick cloth it just accentuated her curves and two more buckets drenched her completely.  The salwar was stuck to her thighs and showing off the panty lines and her creamy thighs as well and accentuated her ass.

 

This clicked with every one, and every virile male on the terrace poured atleast two buckets on Mrs Kapoor with even uncle holding her from behind doing the honours.  She was in such a trance that she was not moving even after being set free.  The men seizing this opportunity moved in for the kill, they wanted to see her nude and do things to her. Just as they were about to pounce on her, Vicky made some noise from the adjoining terrace to indicate presence and then stood over the stairs on his side of the wall.  This made guys turn to him to apply colour and leave.  His presence broke her spell and she looked at him as her saviour.  He just held her hand and helped her climb the terrace wall.  The guys waited for one parting shot of her sexy ass clad in a wet white salwar.  Since the colour was a simple “Gulaal’ much of it got washed away due to the buckets load of water.

 

As they crossed two sets of walls to reach Mrs Kapoor’s terrace at the far corner, he could not help but noticing the tight white wet suit clung to her body and the colours have been washed off to some extent showing her glowing creamy skin.  He had seen her so many times in her birthday suit but this was different.  The young men having fun with her turned him no end but he still wanted to maintain his rights over her.  Though he understood and knew of her indiscretions with others in her hotel and otherwise but allowing access to young men in her neighbourhood thereby killing his chances was too risky.  As she stood there, in the safety of her terrace and Vicky, she untied the knot of her hair and changed it to a pony.  For a moment Vicky had forgotten all about Sheetal and went on to embrace Mrs Kapoor.  He hugged her from front and his hands pressed her ass globes and later the hands found way to her jugs.  During the hugging he also kissed her.  He had kissed her a number of times earlier but today it was different.  The traces of colour applied and the whole act made it more delicious for him.  She was also licking his face unabashedly.  She enjoyed what had happened earlier but he was her favourite and it was her way of rewarding him of saving her from those guys.  He moved to her back and embraced from behind and put some colour on his hands and guided his hands to her boobs.  The hands this time were not over the kurta but under it.  She was giggling like a kid and he then proceeded to apply colour on her ass cheeks and this time too it was direct contact with the skin. 

 

After a round of laughter, they embraced each other again for another round of kisses.  Unknown to them, Sheetal had come up and was viewing this game with her eyes wide open.  She was confounded.  Howcome – her mother and her best friend?

 

Both the old lady and her young lover looked at the terrace entrance and found Sheetal.  Both were zapped.  Mrs Kapoor didn’t know where to hide herself. Vicky was calculating pros and cons.  On the flip side he may lose Sheetal but Tina was more than welcome new addition to his harem.  On the good side, it can be partial fulfillment of having Mrs Kapoor, Sheetal and Niti at the same time.  Sheetal was on verge of crying.  He indicated Mrs Kapoor to remain calm and gradually moved towards Sheetal.  He put a hand on her shoulder, she tried to shrug it off but he did not let it go.

 

He started telling a tale.  Though majority of it was true but was twisted to suit the taste buds.  The story went off like this.  Gupta wanted to have sex with Mrs Kapoor in return of having helped her in getting a job.  Unfortunately he had a picture of him sucking her boobs.  One day Vicky had gone to Kapoor’s house and found Gupta threatening her with the picture and the negative.  Vicky tried to stop him but he abused him and his family. This angered Vicky and he beat the living daylights out of Gupta.  This made Gupta retreat and leave behind picture and negative.  Mrs Kapoor did not know of how Vicky would react and can misuse the photo hence she tried to seduce him and succeeded with little effort. Also, Vicky found her extremely sexy and with god given opportunity the kid with raging harmones went ahead to sail with the tide.   Mrs Kapoor then chipped in with Sheetal’s father of not being a great lover owing to his tensions and with Vicky she found a confidante and also a great lover. 

 

The more she listened to them the more convincing it sounded.  It was always Vicky’s logic that if a lie is mixed with liberal doses of truth it becomes more convincing and is more dangerous.  His belief stood the test today.

 

Sheetal was standing in between with her mother and her lover on either side.  Vicky told her that her mother knew of their love affair.  This startled both Sheetal and her mother.  But the mother managed to regain her composure and say that she knew it and has no problems, which indirectly got interpreted as, she should also have no issues. 

 

Sheetal was confused as hell and was looking at both of them.  Vicky said “main dono mein se kisi ko nahin khona chahata” (I don’t want to lose either of you two) and came near enough to place his either arm on shoulders of the two beauties.  Mrs Kapoor was worried where it would lead but could not betray Vicky at this stage.  For a good measure she added the spice of Vicky helping her today when men wanted to take undue advantage in garb of Holi. 

 

Sheetal said “Mujhe sochne ka time do” (give me time to think)

 

After a couple of minutes, he went ahead and kissed Sheetal bang on lips and said “ab bahut time ho gaya” (enough time given). He knew of his dominance over Sheetal and knew it would work.  Sheetal always had known of his “little affairs” (kissing & petting) with other girls in school but had overlooked them in favour of him being her boyfriend.

 

She said “OK”

 

Sigh of great relief escaped Mrs Kapoor and Vicky.

 

This time he went and embraced Sheetal from behind kneading her boobs in front of her mother.  Mrs Kapoor smiled and thought of her own childhood transgressions.  Vicky signaled Mrs Kapoor to come closer and when she did he kissed her with Sheetal trapped between the two.  Her face was bang above her mother’s boobs and she could not resist the temptation of resting her face on the desirable pillows.  She had rested it so many times as a child but this was different. It had great potential of changing the mother daughter relationship forever.  Both the females knew of the impending change in relationship.

 

Oblivious to all the emotions Vicky was smiling triumphantly of him getting both the mother and daughter at the same time in near future.  God was so kind.

 

After a few more minutes there was some noise of group of men including Mr Kapoor coming.  Vicky met him and left.  Thanks to hot sun the wet suit of Mrs Kapoor had dried to reasonably decent extent and Sheetal was also looking fine.

 

As he reached home it was about 1.30pm.  Sadaf and Tina looked at him and asked him to come with them.  As planned earlier, Sadaf and Tina went to his parents to seek their permission to take him to the farmhouse party.

 

Sadaf knew how to drive and picked their good old Maruti 800.  Vicky sat in front with Tina occupying the rear seat.  What a sexy driver he had to himself.  The proceedings at Kapoors had made him very positive today.  On way they picked up the Hot Cousin whom he had ‘befriended’ on his birthday.  Boy was he in an hot company!! Life was so good to him.  The car after picking up the Hottie from near the Green Park area moved towards the Sainik Farms via Saket, Ambedkar Bus Stand. 

 

Forgot to mention the attire.  Tina was wearing a cotton track pant type and a white t-shirt.  Sadaf’s white cotton shirt was straining at the boobs as it was a size or two small on her.  She was wearing a cream coloured caprice type lower.  Now comes their cousin, Arshiya, nick named Aashi.  Aashi was wearing a short (bold by those days), coming upto 4-5 inches above her knees and a white shirt hiding a top underneath.

 

The guy at the entrance looked at Sadaf at the driver’s seat and they were allowed in.  It was a huge farm house to say the least.  The car was parked at one side and one of her cousin came and hugged her and applied colour.  The same process was followed for Vicky, Tina and Aashi.  Vicky had seen him a couple of times earlier, hence he was no stranger to him and was welcomed nicely.  Also, Holi is meant to forget animosities, if any, and usher in friendships.  As they moved towards a lawn, he saw a biggish group of youngsters (55-60) with beautiful girls/ women outnumbering the guys.  He was not complaining.  The high class wears quite revealing clothes these days and is common to be seen, but those days it was not the case but the attire was pretty raunchy to say the least.  At one corner, booze was flowing freely, you had a Music System playing songs continuously and a few hose pipes were pouring water in a water tank at one end.  Normally ***** families are known for not drinking but they were very liberal Muslims as one could see from the gathering.

 

During the dance, boys were freely spraying water from hose pipes on beauties thereby drenching them and showing the outlines of undergarments and in some cases nothing underneath for anyone who cared to see.  The boys and girls were going towards the booze corner and helping themselves to liberal doses of the same.  Sadaf, Tina and Aashi were attacked very brazenly with guys openly pressing the boobs and the girls were also enjoying it.  Since some other girls were also applying colours to 3 beauties, so Vicky took the opportunity to rub boobs of other girls in garb of applying colour.  It was a free for all. Seeing others applying colour on Vicky, a few hotties applied colour on him and a few gave a squeeze on his prominent crotch followed by a knowing smile and a wink.  Not to be left behind, he also pushed those beauties into the water tank and jumped in alongwith the 3 beauties he had come with.  With 7-8 hotties in the tank and him being the lone male, he used the situation to full advantage.  Then he noticed that Aashi’s top was off and on display was a smallish looking sleeveless halter top.  The top was held by two strings around the shoulders.  Though he had fucked her on his birthday but this time it was different.  He was enjoying the time in his Harem. 

 

After about 15-20 minutes of water fun all came out from the coloured water filled tank and Vicky had a permanent erection.  Clothes of all girls were clinging on to their bodies like second skin and showing off the skin to full public glare.  The girls were acting normal.  Even Sadaf and Tina were relishing the opportunity.  This was their venture to a high class party.  Vicky saw a girl being taken inside the house by 2-3 guys.  He could not see the girl but somehow she looked much similar to Niti (Sheetal’s sister).

 

He excused himself on pretext of peeing and went in to follow the group.  Nothing on the ground floor.  He used the toilet but after peeing he was searching for the damsel.  Just then he heard some laughter from upstairs.  He tip-toed to the first floor and moved towards the room.  The room door was not properly closed and he could see inside.  He was not expecting this.

 

Right in the middle of the room, a creamy complexioned girl with big boobs and a gorgeous round ass was dancing with a bottle of beer in her hand.  The hairs were covering her face but she seemed to be very beautiful.  Though she was covered in Holi colours but her creamy complexion was apparent.  Three guys were surrounding her with their tools in hands and masturbating.  They were saying “Aaj tujh par yeh rang malenge” (today we will apply this colour ‘colour of semen’ on you)

 

A quick glance at all 3 made Vicky proud as his tool was longer and much thicker than everyone.  He looked in again and looked at Niti as her hair had moved from her face thereby exposing her face.  He was looking for a way to fuck Niti for quite some time and now the chance was presented in a gift wrap to him.  The guys were on verge of cumming and they made her go down on all fours with one pushing his cock in her mouth and the other one in her ass.  The third one came closer to her and she used her hands to stroke his piston.  Within a couple of minutes all of them came and spurted the semen on Niti and spread it over her.  The jokers left seconds later after pressing her boobs a few times and leaving her high & dry.  Vicky hid himself as they came out and then went in to meet his “dearest prefect” (remember Niti was a favourite prefect among junior boys as she studied in same school as Vicky did)

 

Vicky went in and looked at Niti.  The two pairs of eyes met and he smiled.  Niti was in her birthday suit and she looked at him with some guilt.  She was still on all fours with her round ass pointing proudly.

 

Vicky started “saale jokers – koi kaam dhang se nahin kar sakte” (these jokers cannot do a thing properly) hinting at the sexual conduct.

 

She nodded.

 

“You must be feeling high and dry”

 

She nodded.

 

She was in a state of trance.  A heady mixture of booze, dance, wet party and having been left high and dry was too much for her.  Vicky lowered his lowers and pulled out his tool.  It was by far the best piece of male equipment she had seen.  Involuntarily her lips opened and her tongue licked her lips in anticipation.  Knowing fully well of the effect his tool has on women her proceeded.  He brought his tool to her mouth and she held it with one hand and guided it in her open mouth.  The lips and tongue started working magic on his tool.  His dream of fucking the 3 Kapoor beauties was getting fulfilled today and it was only a matter of time when he would have all 3 together.  Stroke by stroke the tool was getting harder and she was choking as she was unnecessarily trying to take in the whole piston.  Somehow by taking all in she wanted to prove that she was the one in control but it was far too big for her.  He just pulled it out leaving her gasping for more and then proceeded to fuck her ass.  The well wetted tool moved in inch by inch.  As with other ladies, in this case also, the eyes were ready to pop out of the sockets.

The effect of booze went away with one stroke of a heavy piston.  Inch by inch half of it went in creating a lot of pain on the way for Niti.  He decided that he would not go in full length as anyone may creep in now and started in&out strokes going up to half penis length.  Even his half was at times comparable to full length of many others of his age and elder than him.  It was the heat of the festival, Mrs Kappor and Sheetal episode, the water tank and other feelers, he was also on verge of cumming.  Little did he know that Niti was also on verge.  He held her mane in his favourite position. Niti felt a surge of powerful orgasm.  The legs started trembling, the eyes got half closed and she was moving her head side to side and her moans of pleasure became louder.

 

With a shudder both came at the same time.  Vicky emptied his gun into her ass and her love juices made a trail on her thigh to the carpet below.  The sweaty body of Vicky fell on top of her.  Just he got up and indicated her to wear her clothes.  Whatever was left of it, she wore. A white small tank top with white shorts and nothing underneath.   Vicky went out of the room first and mixed with the crowd but could not escape the trained eye of Sadaf.

 

After some time Niti joined the gathering and Vicky and Niti interacted as if they are seeing each other for the first time that day.  Not to arouse suspicion he introduced niti to Sadaf, Tina and Aashi.  What great beauties were surrounding him.  He was blessed he thought.

 

At one time Sadaf took him to a corner on some pretext and asked her what happened inside.  He told her half truth of him seeing a hot girl being fucked by 3 guys and he was enjoying the show.  This was lewd enough for her to believe this.  He did not believe it himself.

 

At the other time Vicky and Niti were dancing and she said “kisi ko mat batana about us” (don’t tell anyone about us)

 

He said “no way”

 

She took a sigh of relief.

 

“Next kab” (when next) he asked her

 

She was startled “what?”

 

“You know”

 

She was silent. 

 

He said “don’t worry I won’t tell anyone but lets make proper love.  You would agree that I am better than your 3 jokers”

 

She nodded.

 

He took it as a very positive signal and then said “ek baar karte hain then your choice” (lets do it once fully then its your choice)

 

She thought it was a fair deal.  Apart from the deal she wanted the real deal (his cock) and wanted to see how good he really was.  They shook hands again and applied some more colour and gave each other a Holi or unholy hug and separated with smiles on their faces for different and yet same reason.

 

 After a few more rounds of playing Holi, dances, some hardcore flirting with so many beauties, they decided to return to home.  It was around 5pm and time to go back home.  So the sexy driver led everyone to her Maruti and Vicky sat in the rear seat with Aashi and straightaway started kissing her and pressing her boobs.  From Sainik Farms to Green Park area it used to take less than 15minutes in the good old days of less traffic.

 

Sadaf and Tina looked at each other and smiled at the rear seat action.  As they stopped at the Green Park red light, Sadaf blew horn thrice to disengage the love birds.  The coloured and much felt beauty alighted from the car and three horny teenagers proceeded to home.  His parents were not happy at him coming this late and same was the case with Khans.  But they relented as it was Holi and did not press the issue further.

 

Vicky was thinking of getting a chance with Niti now and to complete the trinity of Sheetal, Niti and MILF Mrs Kapoor. 

 

March had passed.  Board exams were over for his two hotties.  Sadaf and Tina would now be home waiting for their results.  For first 10 days it was nothing short of fuck fest.  The moment he will come, they will jump on him like starved lioness on food and he would satisfy both of them.  Though he was doing great in sex department but he did not want to lose focus on his studies but there was no way out.

 

Thankfully he got a god sent opportunity in Sadaf and Tina going to some relative for vacation.  The relatives stayed in Sikkim.  A beautiful place and the two beauties were more than ready to go there.  Though the readiness was forced by Vicky in garb of not to arouse suspicion and he had Aashi to have fun as well apart from Kapoor ladies.  Also it would give time to work with the Khan beauty queen, Mrs Khan.

 

By 20th April, he had got into a good rhythm on his studies in 12th standard.  His focus was a top class Engineering College.  Not only he wanted good marks in 12th board but also wanted to clear entrance exams.  Though those days Tuition was not in much fashion but 12th Science and preparation for Engineering entrance was a different kettle of fish altogether.  He and his group of friends in his class, some of whom stayed within a radius of 2km started taking a comprehensive tuitions in PCM (Physics Chemistry Maths).  The tutors were well known in their fields and the best part was that all were available under one roof.  So they had tuitions 3 days a week to start with.  This duration was to increase after September / October.  So he would come from School at about 2.30pm.  Go for tuitions at 4.30pm and return home at around 8.30pm.  Then dinner and some homework or walk on terrace and sleep.  On the non-tuition days, it would be back at 2.30pm, lunch, homework, some cricket, tuition self study and dinner and walk on the terrace and sleep.  He was happy with his schedule.

 

It was a Saturday in 3rd week of April.  He got a call from Niti asking him to come and meet her at her house at about 3pm.  He had heard Sheetal mentioning of them going to movie on Saturday.  OK the girl wanted to taste my tool, he thought.  With very fond memories of sexual encounters in Kapoors’ home, he moved.

 

While walking down to her house he thought that next Saturday would be Sheetal’s birthday and memories of the last one brought a surge of blood into his tool thereby making the python wakeup from slumber.

 

At 3pm he pressed the doorbell.  The door opened and he liked what he saw.  Standing before him was the beauty looking much different and desireable than he last saw on Holi and even on Sheetal’s birthday last year. 

Niti was wearing a short, tight enough to accentuate the ass curves.  A small top was trying very hard to conceal the boobs.  She was now a full grown woman of 22-23 years and she was ripe for the fuck.  He stood there admiring the beauty before him.  She was the best possible combination of Sheetal’s youthful effervescence and ripe mature body of Mrs Kapoor. 

 

She had a creamy white complexion, just like the family.

 

She had long silky straight hair, just like the family.

 

She had silky smooth skin, just like the family

 

She had big boobs, just like the family

 

She had a gorgeous well rounded ass, just like the family

 

And she had the attitude of loving Vicky, just like the family.

 

Vicky had observed in class 7th (remember tuitions of Sheetal, where it all started) “Long silky hair, big boobs and great ass, perhaps it ran in the family.” The observation was true then and was true now.

 

Though he was supremely confident of his ability to please a woman but Niti was a different proposition.  Sheetal was young when he deflowered her.  Mrs Kapoor had a few but initiation was due to a blackmail and then continuation to add spice to her life.  Niti in colleges would have had quite a few, the holi episode confirmed it beyond doubt and since she was not involved like Sheetal which meant he had no dominance over her.  They both moved in and she led him by his hand to her parents bedroom.  Little did she know that he had done with her sister and mother on the same bed earlier.  She had guessed about her sister since she knew of them being close but had no idea of the spell he had on her mother and what her mother did to him.

 

Before she could move further, Vicky just held her from behind and started gyrating his crotch behind her.  The hands moved to the favourite resting place of her boobs.  The top was a halter one exposing her soft nape and shoulders.  The silky straight hair were held in a ponytail.  Both knew what they wanted.  He started the onslaught by kissing her nape of the neck coupled with the boob massage, why change the winning strategy.  This was different for Niti.  Usually the boys of her college and others had gone for the kill with little time for foreplay, but this teenager was building the momentum and she was enjoying it big time.  Slowly the finger near the boobs started playing with the nippies and drawing circles around the aerola.  The thin layer of clothing was doing nothing to reduce the effect.  Her ultra sensitive nipples were getting erect due to the attention being showered on them by Vicky.  For good 5-7 minutes the kisses on nape of the neck, boob massage and crotch pressing on her ass continued.  She tried to turn her neck to him to kiss him but every time he would leave her gasping.  Deep down, she was enjoying the cat and mouse game.  Now one of the hands found its way to her crotch area and started rubbing the pussy.  The boob massage had told him her not wearing a bra and lack of panty outline indicated lack of the undergarment covering her coveted pussy as well.  The hard nipple had made him enjoy the massage and the contact with pussy lips had made his southern journey worthwhile.  The rubbling of cloth against her panty sans pussy was making her go wild.  Her legs were going weak, she wanted to take support of the bed but this kid was not letting her do so.  She was enjoying her moment of weakness. 

 

He then let his lips come off the luscious shoulders and the hands came off the coveted crotch and boobies.  The lusty lass was taken aback, before she could understand, he turned her around and started smooching.  The lips intertwined, the tongues intertwined, bilateral exchange of saliva took place, her hands were behind his head and fingers played with his crop and his hands found the well rounded ass globe and made it their resting place.  She was used to this pose a lot.  Her ass got attention regulary while kissing, but the earlier attack on the nape and crotch had made the smooching and ass globe press a lot pleasurable for her.  He was not pressing them violently but it was a gentle press and a game for him.  Involuntarily, she moved her crotch ahead to meet his tool.  Seeing her state he smiled inside. The smooching and attack on ass globes interspersed with that on her boobs and crotch continued for another 10-12 minutes.  By this time she was on verge of cumming the first time.

 

He then asked her to lift her hands. She obeyed.  He moved in and lifted her top, all in one motion and the top was up and away over her raised arms.  The delightful boobs came in full view.  The creamy ivory colour globes with golden brown nippies were for him to take.  He moved to unbutton her shorts.  Like an obedient girl she nodded and came off her shorts via her ankles.  Stood there before him was the angelic beauty of Niti – a perfect cross of Sheetai’s freshness and Mrs Kapoor’s divine mature beauty.  In one swift move, he took off the band holding her hair in a pony.  She was now devoid of any sort of external apparel and waiting for the next orders.  Vicky was more than happy with addition to his harem.  He knew one good round and she will be hers for all time to come.  He now lifted her and placed her on the bed.  She lay there looking at him expectantly and waiting for him to jump on her.  The expectations and the wait was making her go crazy.

 

He took off his top and took off his Jeans.  Off went the vest and the underwear.  The proud tool with raised head was looking directly at its target.  She had seen his tool at the Farm House on Holi but this was much different.  She was not drunk and not in a state of trance as then.  Now the tool held her in a state of trance.

 

It was magnificient.  Much bigger and much thicker than any of her lovers.  It looked so big on young Vicky.  Even then it was around 9 inches when fully erect, going onto reach an impressive 11 inch length in a few years.  Vicky was then close to 6 feet going on to grow to 6feet 2inches.  Involuntarily the lips opened to form an O.  He moved ahead to give the girl a big lollipop, the biggest she ever had.  One hand went to the base of the cock and guided it to her face.  Her soft hands were doing magic to him, the kissable lips sucked it with tongue covering the top of the giant.  She was the one to follow the adage of not stroking but smoking the tool.  Gradually the hands movement up & down his dick increased with heavy head movement.  Vicky was getting bored standing there and then he thought of doing something to her.  He pulled his cock out, she was shattered like a young girl losing her favourite toy.  He turned to make a 69 position.  Without realizing what he was planning she started playing and sucking his tool.  For good measure she was licking his balls as well.  God he loved this torture. 

 

He decided to pay her backing her own coin.  He started licking the inner part of her thighs leaving soft bite marks as per his choice.  She never expected this and was pleasantly surprised.  Both were engaged in an oral battle.  The pussy was shaven and he licked it and liked it.  With an expertise of a professional he tortured her with a combination of licking, inserting his finger and playing around with sensitive region on inner thighs and near her crotch.  An expert was at work.  She was no slouch either, was making Vicky go weak in his knees by sucking cock expertly.  Today she had found match.  The guys she had fucked were all interested in the quick fire action of 2 minute maggi noodles whereas Vicky was a quality Chef in making the delicious Biryani painstakingly.  He must admit, though, that compared to Sheetal, Niti was a better proposition.  Little did the damsel know of his experience with both her mother and sister.

 

He felt that today his balls were filing much before the usual long haul, the slight movement of her thighs indicated her predicament of nearing cumming as well.  Just then he decided to take the fun to the next level.  He suddenly got up leaving her high & dry and moved to the fridge.  Got the ice-tray out and brought it to the bed room.  She saw this and was still perplexed.  Casually he moved back to the old position of 69.  She got back to her new found toy and started sucking it with a vengeance.  Suddenly she shrieked and shivered.  Vicky had rubbed her pussy lips with the ice cube.  This caught her off guard. She was not expecting it.  But it made it all the more pleasurable.  He rubbed the pussy lips with the ice cubes causing them to get a bit stiff.  Since she was shaven down below, hence the ice cubes were increasing the sensations.  He continued torturing her with combination of licks, ice cubes, fingers etc; she continued his torture with her lips, tongue and touches. 

 

The balls begin to tighten indicating the impending volcano, her legs also shivered and tightened indicating her impending waterfall.  She put her hand over his head and forced it down on her pussy and tightened her legs and swayed her head from side to side.  The whole idea of him getting all the three Kapoor beauties was the major factor in him cumming so early.  Both came in together, he filled her mouth with the white fluid whereas her lovejuice found an outlet to her thigh.  Both licked each other’s juices.  Both were a great match for each other in this department.

 

He turned around with some juice still smacked across his lips and face.  The ice cubes now focused on her biggie boobies.  The touch of ice stiffened her nippies.  She was ecstatic with his touches which no one else ever explored.  The ice was also rubbed on the aerola around the nippie area and it being the sensitive part for Niti gave her much loved sensations.  He had made a mark in her mind with his love moves.  Then he proceeded to kiss & lick the upper bossom.  With the touches of an expert he licked the cleavage, licked her neck, sucked the nippies interspersing the whole act with the icy love touches.  When he focused on licking her upper body one hand would move down to give the icy touch to her pussy lips.  The other hand would in the meanwhile knead the big boobies while he would kiss her lips no end.  The boy could do things and was do things which were unchartered waters for her.  Her best lover was no match for Vicky be it in size or expertise. 

 

Vicky knew of his ability to please women and hence he had said about “Lets do it once and then as per your choice” at the Holi party.  He knew once she had him, she was his for time to come.  Such was his confidence in his love making prowess.

 

After about 10-12 minutes of love making to her upper body he sat with his back resting against the headside of the bed and motioned her to straddle him in a cowgirl position.  She sat with her legs on either side of his body.  He held his ever erect dick by the base and asked her to sit on it.  She knew what was coming – had done the cowgirl position earlier but in that case the male would lay on the bed but in this case he was half up and much closer to her,  Before the cowgirl position he asked her to bring a new ice tray.

 

Gradually she started the up & down simple harmonic motion.  With her pussy dripping with the love juices there was no problem on the lubrication front but a lot on the size front.  She was not used to such a big dick.  It was mammoth and even with half out, was filling her to a very large extent.  Coupled with the the fact she was coming down on it meant it was reaching her much in.  As the force increased so did the penetration reaching to the point of choking her.  The full length was in and it was filling her very nicely to the point ot her feeling him deep, very deep inside her.  Unknown to her, her mother, her sister, Sadaf, Tina, Aashi and Sanju all had felt the same with the piston ramming in deep.  The 9 inch piston was working up the engine in a very nice and sexy way.  Since his knees were folded and he was half upright which meant he was very close to her body.  He kept on sucking her boobies, applying ice to her seductive and also played with her ass cheeks.  Suddenly her movement became erratic, she was on verge of cumming – he was not. 

 

The up&down movement had lost its momentum and rhythm, she was holding him by his shoulders and in a couple of seconds she came.  The love juice drenched his cock stuck inside her and pearls of sweat had covered her face.  She fell on top of him, his cock was still embedded in her.  After 30-40 seconds he said continue.  If the cumming was not enough the next round of rhythm was too much for her for she again started her journey to orgasm, the lubricated cock was going in further and she was now hitting the base of his cock and his pubic hair all the more forcefully.  Although she was still feeling the after effects of her cumming a short while back but being back on another round was very pleasing for her.  None of her “jokers” did this to her.  She had already cummed twice and the kid was making her go for another one.  The ice cubes had melted in April and body head and the tray was now holding only chilled water, he splashed the water on her big bouncing boobs and there were two trails of water trickling down from her two nippies.  He moved forward to drink water from the two nippies and licked the remaining clean.  In the passionate heat of love making the splashed chilled water gave her new sensations.

 

After another good 10-12 minutes he was on verge of cumming and indicated it to her, she was on point of no return with nearing orgasm feeling the orgasmic pleasure of needle like pinching sensations deep down.  Her eyes were half closed, tongue licking her lips, sweat covering her ivory coloured body and with sudden movement of her hips she came and he also lifted his hips to match her crotch movements to indicate his cumming.  He moved down to lay on the bed and she collapsed on top of him. He did not go for the usual second ramming, he waited and let his hands roam over her naked back all the way to her delicious ass globes.  She lifted her face and they kissed for eternity.  She was in a trance, he knew he had her.

 

“So kaisa laga” (how did you like it)

 

“What” said she

 

“I told you – we will do it once and then your choice.  Next ka scene hai ya nahin” (any chance of next time)

 

She smiled and nodded in affirmative.

 

He smiled and did not pursue further.

 

“You and sheetal resemble your mother a lot”

 

She said “yes”

 

As she was about to say something she looked at the wall clock and almost shrieked.  It was time for her friends to come and asked him to leave.  He understood and got up and said “next kab” (when next) she replied “very soon”.

 

After a few more minutes of ass/boob grabbing, kissing, he disengaged and went home a very content man.  All the Kapoor ladies were now his.  He felt like a king of a pride.

 

It was about 5pm that he returned.  His parents had gone to relatives and were yet to return.  As he was about to press the doorbell of the door at the staircase entrance, he noticed the lock and saw Mrs Khan bringing in some groceries & vegetables in a biggish bag.  Following her was a young servant from the shop carrying two bags containing rice and wheat flour.  The boy was very young about 12years and was finding it difficult to carry the two huge bags.  Vicky felt pitty on the boy and took the bags from him.

 

Mrs Khan “yeh kya kar rahe ho – yeh upar le jaayega” (what r u doing, he will carry it upstairs)

 

“Aunty agar yeh isse upar lekar gaya toh upar chala jaayega” (if he tried to take this load upstairs, he will go up – meaning die).  Both laughed at his comment.

 

Mrs Khan gave the boy 5 Rs and let him go. 

 

She opened the door lock.

 

He took the groceries bag also apart from the rice and flour sacks and started to move.  She said “wait – inko bula leti hoon” (I will call my husband)

 

He said “Uncle uppar hain – phir yeh lock” (If uncle is upstairs why this lock)

 

She replied “match hai na” (its match today) 

 

In all his screwing action he had forgotten about the One day match.  Any how it was one involving a lesser team – he didn’t care.

 

It meant, Mr Khan didn’t care about his wife and she too didn’t bother much, preferring the lock over the doorbell.  He felt good.

 

He asked her to proceed.  The hottie aunty was wearing a reasonably tight fitting Salwar Qameez with a Chunni.  The relatively tight suit did very well to accentuate her curves.  She was moving in front and he was following her with all the load.  The ass globes were looking very inviting and he was imagining being on them.  Twice she turned around to offer taking the groceries bag which was promptly refused by him.  He wanted to be compared positively with her husband. 

 

Vicky then thought of his father, who will always take the lead and will pick up the heavier bags when with his spouse.  Only luxury of not picking up bags was done when Vicky would go to market to pick up the load.  He felt proud of his father. 

 

The twice offer of bag picking brought the delicious sight of her cleavage but he did not make it too obvious.  She pressed the doorbell, Mr Khan opened the door and went back to the TV.  Vicky took the bags in and put it on the dining table. 

 

She said “Thank you Vicky”

 

“Kya aunty sukha Thank you” (what aunty dry Thankyou”

 

She smiled and asked him to sit.  He asked for his house keys since it was very common for the keys to be given to each other in case of absence. 

 

He took keys and opened the door.

 

He was about to study when he heard the Khans door open and close.  One look from the window made him see Mr Khan leaving the house.  5-7 minutes after that he heard doorbell ring.  He first looked downstairs to see if anyone had come.  None there and then he went to open his door.  Mrs Khan was there, in same attire, smiling and came in and said “paani bhara ya nahin” (did you fill the water).  The water was supplied 1.5hrs in the morning and evening. 

 

He said “bhool gaya” (I forgot)

 

She asked him to take care of bathroom while she will fill the kitchen requirements.

 

It was not unusual but a bit rare so as to say.

 

She took care of water requirements for drinking, cooking and cleaning utensils.  Meanwhile he took care of bathroom by filling the buckets and a large tank in his bathroom. 

 

When done he came out to a beaming Mrs Khan who asked “Chai peenee hai” (want to have tea)

 

He said ok but wanted to say “made with your milk only”

 

She asked him to come to her house.  He moved there only shutting his door slightly.  So did she.  Both engaged in a small talk. He was still focused on her ass globes.

 

She started “Vicky tune Dahiya ki problem se chhutkara dilakar bahut help ki” (you helped us by getting rid of Dahiya problem)

 

He replied “ok thanks – please aur mat kahena” (please don’t say anything on this)

 

She said “Vicky tu nahin jaanta – do sundar betiyon ka maa-baap hona kya hota hai” (u don’t know what is like to be parents of two young beautiful girls)

 

He said “I agree – dono hain toh bahut sundar” (both are very beautiful)

 

She said “tumhe kaunsi zyaada pasand hai” (who do you like the most)

 

He was surprised – startled – caught out of crease / position.  He mumbled something and then kept quite and looked at the floor below.  All this while he was thinking about what to say.  His guess was if she was the one to complaint or scold him or create a scene, there was enough time for her to do it earlier.  So he decided to listen.

 

She implored again “bata na” (tell)

 

He was again silent.

 

“Arrey kuchh nahin kahoongi” (wont say anything)

 

He said “dono” and smiled.

She smiled for she knew of his escapades with them.

 

She exclaimed in mock shock “Dono – why” (both ??)

 

He kept silent and then very innocently said “aap papa-mummy se toh kuchh nahin kahoge” (you wont tell parents?)

 

She said “no” and smiled.

 

“dono aap jaise sundar hain” (both are as beautiful like you)

 

She smiled – that meant she was not averse to his fun with her girls and also that the doors of opportunities were opening as she was not averse to his mild flirting talk.

 

She also mentioned that since her boss is on leave for a couple of weeks, so even she would be on leave (it is a general practice in government sector if boss is on leave to take unaccounted leaves during that period)

 

God was kind to him – he smiled

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With this he moved back to his house after completing his tea.  The next day was a Sunday, he got up lazily, saw some TV programme had his breakfast and started studying.  Deep down he was still thinking of how to screw all 3 Kapoor ladies in one go so that he has his own private Harem there.  Also, yesterday’s talk with Mrs Khan had emboldened him a lot to look at a possible foursome with Khan ladies.  The fact that Mrs Khan was aware of his flings with her daughters had made it a bit easier for him to plan it forward.  Anyways after having a ‘brunch’ he started studying and completing the nuisance science Practical Files.  He liked doing the Physics, Chemistry practicals but maintaining the files was such a drain and waste of effort for him.

 

At about 4pm, his parents told him that they are going somewhere and would be back by Dinner only.  He said ok.  As Mr Khan was also there, he did not bother to go to neighbours house to probe further.  Around 5pm he went out to play and came back by 6.30pm.  As he pressed the bell at the staircase entrance, he saw Mrs Khan opening the door, both smiled at each other.  He followed her, all the time focusing on the ass globes in front of him.  As he was about to open his door, Mrs Khan said “Vicky zara help kar de” (can you pls help)

 

“Jee” (ok)

 

“Tere uncle baahar gayen hain” (your uncle – Mr Khan – has gone out)

 

That was music to his ears.  He opened the lock of his house.  Put the bat etc in, he changed into a loose cotton short, removed shoes & socks and as he was about to turn, the phone rang and brought the good news that his parents would be late and will only come by 10pm.  He went to his neighbour’s house in a sweaty t-shirt, cotton shorts, slipper and yes undergarments were in place.

 

His favourite Khan lady asked him to help her pick up some load (some old stuff) from the kitchen store and take it to the terrace.  They will then sell it to some kabadiwala.  Mrs Khan was wearing a salwar kameez, not a very tight one, but enough to bring notice to the curves, the top was not very deep but it was very nicely cut to show off a bit of cleavage for normally endowed ones and a lot more for the generously endowed Mrs Khan.  He was taking the bulk of the load with Mrs Khan also pitching in.  While on one of the rounds to the terrace, he said “aunty today nothing is free”

 

She said “ok – sukha thankyou nahin karoongi” (ok – no dry thankyou this time) and smiled.

 

He kept on helping her to sort the stuff. At one time he was standing on a stool with Mrs Khan down on her haunches giving him the bird’s eye view of her boobs with the cleavage running right till the end.  The cotton short did little to control his python.  She saw up and saw his stare but did nothing and continued working.  He too continued his gaze and his work. The python too continued awakening forming a discernable tent in his shorts.  She got up to help him and noticed the tent, smiled and ignored.  She knew of the effects she had on men and was proud that she could do this to a young kid as well who had confessed his liking for her both the daughters.  Vicky noticed the smile and the ignore.

 

He was still atop the stool and she was standing.  The line of vision was straight to her bra clad boobs.  The python was still in an invigorated state.  However he continued the work diligently.  Then came a stage when they had to shift a heavier load to the terrace.  Again his eyes got the treat of valley views encased in her Kameez, since Mrs Khan was also helping taking it up.  Through the evening he was unabashedly looking at the twin peaks to his heart’s content, his logic was if she wanted to object she would have covered her ample bosom with some dupatta atleast.  Since she didn’t, it was a free show for him.  He was a very willing and happy audience of the show on view.  By 8pm they had finished the job.  She was happy since she was able to do it without her husband (Vicky didn’t know that they had a fight over it during the day with Mr Khan shouting at her and telling her to do it herself).  Vicky was happy because he had covered one more step of his ladder to the utltimate Khan lady.

 

He was soaking with sweat and so was she.  This made the light coloured suit to stick to her body evermore with two beauties jutting out in glory all the more.  The smell of his sweat felt nice to her.  Since it was sweat borne out of effort.  She had seen how Vicky’s father was in-charge of the house and used to help his mother in lifting the heavier loads.  If it was a man’s job he would do it.  Though he had the luxury of having a strong son as Vicky but he himself was no shirker of work.  Her own husband on the other hand had become disinterested with leaving her to fend for herself at times.

 

Vicky just snapped her out of her thought process.  He knew that he still had time to cover one more step of the ladder.  He said “Aunty – thanda sa roohafza bana do” (aunty please make a chilled roohafza – a soft drink for summers)

 

She said “haan kaafi garmi ho gayi hai” (yes its quite hot)

 

He stood there in the verandah looking at the shapely Aunty and thought Mr Khan is a jerk to ignore her.  He planned to press the right buttons.

 

She returned with two glasses of the soft drink with some more in a jug.  They moved to the drawing room with the benefit of having a room cooler. 

 

He started his ‘innocent’ talk. 

 

“Aunty aapki love marriage hui thi ya arrange’ (Aunty was yours a love marriage or arranged)

 

She was surpised by this sudden question but regain her composure and said “Arranged”

 

“Uncle bahut lucky hain” (uncle is very lucky)

 

She smiled and said nothing.

 

He insisted “Main sach kahe raha hoon – aap itni attractive hain’ (I am telling truth – you are so attractive)

 

She blushed. The kid knew some serious smooth talking. 

 

“Kisne aapki shaadi arrange karwayi thee – main bhi usko kahunga taaki aap jitnee attractive biwi miley” (who got your marriage arranged – I will ask the person to get an attractive lady like you as my wife)

 

She told him how hers and Mr Khan’s family had known each other for some time and after Khan got a good government job they married.  Soon after marriage, she had also cleared an exam to land a government job. 

 

“Aunty – ek baat poochoon bura toh nahin manogi”  (Aunty – should I ask something – will you get angry)

 

“Nahin – pooch” (no – ask)

 

“Aapka koi toh boyfriend hoga” (you must be having a boy friend)

 

“Oye” she shouted in mock anger

 

“Aunty – kyon koi ladke nahin rahete thhe aapke area mein” (were there no men around) “Cannot believe aap par kisi ne line nahin maari” (cannot believe nobody tried)

 

She said “kisi ko batayega toh nahin” (can you keep a secret)

 

“Sure – Trust me” he was all ears.

 

She then told him of a young man whom she loved.  What she did not tell him how they had made love.  The guy was a ***** and that was one of the reasons that they could not get married.  Also the man didn’t have a good job and here was Mr Khan with a very good government job and from the same community.  She got married against her will.  Though she didn’t dislike Mr Khan but could never forget him.   The more she talked to Vicky the more she felt comfortable with him.  She ended up telling him how Mr Khan was disinterested and was not doing his duty as a father and husband, which translated that he didn’t bother about her daughters and didn’t screw her.  He was elated.

 

To bring out more from her, he said “uncle disinterested toh nahin lagte” (he doesn’t look disinterested)

 

“you don’t know” she said affirmatively.

 

“Main uncle ki jagah hota toh abhi bhi aapse bahut pyaar karta” (had I been in uncle’s place I would have loved you a lot)

 

She felt happy at the kid’s statement, little did she know he meant screwing part more than love.

 

It was 8.45 now, achha main chalta hoon.  (ok I will leave)

 

She said “Vicky Thankyou” and she meant it this time.

 

He said “phir sukha” (again dry one)

 

“Kaise gila karoon” (how do I make it wet from dry)

 

“aap gussa toh nahin karoge” (you wont get angry)

 

“nahin” (no)

 

He asked her to close her eyes.  She did.

 

On her cheek she felt a small peck.  She opened her eyes looked at him in mock anger and smiled.  For him one more step crossed.

 

She knew his parents would come late and asked him to take bath and come back for dinner.  He knew that he can cover atleast one more step today.

 

He had a quickest shower in life and came back wearing a fresh t-shirt and Bermuda shorts.  Mrs Khan had meanwhile changed to another Salwar Kameez which was a bit more revealing or was it his imagination.  The lovely hair were tied in a pony tail with no sign of the dupatta to cover her prized assets.

 

Anyways he went to the kitchen alongwith her so as to spend maximum time close to her.  The talk about her boyfriend continued.  He probed her more to learn that she had her fair share of flings during late school and early college, which was obvious considering the ripe beauty that she would have been in those years.  On probing a lot and using his innocent persuasive skills he was able to elicit that she was involved in some heavy petting stuff.  Considering condoms or pills were not in vogue, it seemed plausible to him.  However what she hid was that she did it with those guys and her boyfriend by calculating the period cycle. 

 

Anyways by 9.30pm dinner was ready and was served.  Though he wanted to eat the cook rather than the food, however, for the time being he felt contented by dinner only.

 

After lunch he thanked her.

 

Pat came the reply “kya sukha thanks”

 

He smiled and this time held her by the shoulders and gave slightly wet pecks on both her cheeks.  Both smiled at their secret.  Around the same time his parents and Mr Khan came, he went to his house, she told his parents of his help in shifting some stuff.  They thanked her for the dinner.

 

The next day was Monday, he came back from his school and as per habit he searched for the staircase door key, he found no lock. Then he remembered Mrs Khan being on leave.  He pressed the doorbell.  She came down and opened the door.  He said thanks and she only said dry.  He closed the door and moved ahead, she looked disappointed as a school girl.  As she came close to him, he gave two pecks on her cheeks.  Before she could said anything he said someone may have seen closer to the door.  She agreed which meant it was their secret fling. 

 

Similar routine continued for the week leading upto Friday.  Tuesday and Thursday were non tuition days.  On these days there were some moments of saying thanks.  She also implored him and learnt that he had indulged in some heavy petting with her daughters.  Both were party to it and knew of each other’s involvement.  This was much in line with what he had heard.  On one day she had managed to overhear their conversation when both teenage hottiles were describing their sessions with Vicky to each other.  Since the sessions were on terrace hence it was still not full on sex.  She would not have been surprised if she was told of his indiscretions with her daughters.

 

On Saturday was Sheetal’s birthday, where it all had started.  On Friday evening he got a call from her about a party at her house.  Right on the dot he reached her house.  The party was on her terrace like last time.  This time too all the 3 Kapoor women were looking damn hot.  During the course of the evening he had managed to do some groping with all 3, with one groping session with Sheetal in presence of her mother.  While fondling Mrs Kapoor’s gigantic mamaries, Sheetal stole glances from corner of her eyes as she was in the visible range.  Such was his control over the ladies.

 

As the party ended he stayed back to help in tidying up and also grope a feel or two.  At that point of time it was Mrs Kapoor, Sheetal and Vicky left on the terrace.  They were standing very close to each other, Sheetal asked “My birthday gift” to which he replied very authoritatively that he and her mother would have a threesome with her as a birthday gift.  To this comment Sheetal and her mother got perplexed and got lost in their own worlds on implication of such a birthday gift from him.

 

The next morning he got a call from Mrs Kapoor “Come at 5pm for giving birthday gift to Sheetal.”  The message was short but with humungous possibilities.  He told his parents that he will go to play some game in the evening.  He said that he will go to Kapoor’s house and then for the game.  Nothing new.  They were ok with it.  So now again his theory of half-truth was working well.  The only thing he hid was that the game was Sex.  He studied during the day whole heartedly with intermittent thoughts of possibilities in the day.

 

Not to arouse any sort of suspicion, he wore his usual t-shirt and track pants that he wore to play.  He walked down to their house and reached at 5pm.  The girls had plans for him.

 

He pressed the doorbell which was opened by Sheetal.  She was wearing a one piece halter type top scarlet red coloured dress.  The top was held by a knot behind her neck with extra deep cut top encasing the boobies and the hem of the bottom coming well over her knees.  The shoulders and back were on display as so much of her other body parts.  He moved in to kiss her but she resisted.  As she closed the door behind him, came in, as if in an orchesterated move, Mrs Kapoor.  His jaws dropped.  The elder kapoor clan female specimen was clad in the same dress.  The dress was a size smaller than the actual size but it was all the more better as it accentuated the boobies and ass globes.  The girls looked a replica of each other separated by a few years.  The older girl was more bustier and looked naughtier in the one piece dress.  Vicky went to her and kissed her bang on the lips and continued to smooch her and press her ass globes.  Sheetal saw this and did not know how to react.  She was jealous and turned on at the same time.  Her mother saw her and asked her to come close to them.  He turned around to around to face Sheetal with her mother pressing her mammaries on his back.  He exchanged saliva with Sheetal with one behind his back reaching upto the gorgeous ass of Mrs Kapoor and the other one pressing Sheetal’s ass globe.  The older Kapoor lady traced her hand to his crotch thereby increasing the tension in his penis.  It got harder, if there was any scope for further hardening.  It was a great sandwich.  He was the piece of meat covered by two Hot breads.

 

He then turned Sheetal around and started playing with nape of her neck, since the hair were tied in a pony, the shoulders and back were all his to explore.  He pulled the senior one to the front and she started kissing her daughter.  He looked up and saw the most erotic sight of his life.  Even much better than lesbian acts among Khan sisters.  The mother daughter lesbian kiss was just too hot.  His hands reached the huge boobies of the senior one only to find the junior ones hand planted before him.  The daughter was now kissing the upper swells of her mother’s bosom, the bosom from which she sucked the milk as a kid.  With a single motion he went behind the older one to kiss her everywhere from behind and let daughter enjoy her lesbian act with her mother.  He lifted the hem of the dress to find the senior one pantyless.  Like mother like daughter, sheetal was too panyless.  The fucktoys were focused on getting fucked and not wasting any time.  With the thought he just opened the knots behind the necks and the silky dress came down to floor after kissing every inch of the body on their way down.  By this time, he too took off his t-shirt and vest and off went his track pant and underwear.  All the three were now in their birthday suits. 

 

They moved to their much used bedroom.  Both knew that Vicky had done it with them on this very bed separately and will now do it jointly, little did they know that he had done it with the other hottie, Niti, thereby completing fucking the trinity of three damn hot Kapoor clan women.  The granite hard tool was at full mast saluting the two.  The two had planned to drain him, he was not complaining.  Mrs Kapoor was on her fours before he could climb.  He reached behind her and start humping.  Today was no time for foreplay.  The sight was too erotic for him to have control on his balls.  They would have erupted before time.  Slowly he built up a momentum, the penis was going to the much visited hole by it earlier.  It had been there many a time.  Sheetal just got under her mother from the gate made due to Mrs Kapoor being on her fours and started sucking boobies.  She got hooked onto the boobies that fed her.  May be it was the sheer beauty of her mother or the illicitness of the relationship or the fact that she got fed from them much earlier, whatever it was – it was erotic.  Apart from pounding her asshole, he was fingering her pussy as well.  The strong fingers were going in and making her crazy.  Due to Sheetal he was not able to hold onto the favourite globes of Mrs Kapoor.  He held Mrs Kapoor’s pony and with one swift movement made her sit up while still on her knees. This had caused two problems, one that he had to readjust his piston since the movement had changed to do tango with her asshole and also Sheetal was also on her knees in front of her mother still stuck to the boobs. 

 

Anyways, he readjusted himself, Mrs Kapoor cooperated for the penetration and the game began again. This time it was better for his hands since the hands could alternate between any pair of boobs and the two pussies on offer.  He was kissing Mrs Kapoor and Sheetal whenever she found time to get off the boobs. 

 

He had turned Mrs Kapoor’s neck towards him for kissing her, this had angered Sheetal a bit who took to kissing her mother with a vengeance.  The two pair of soft female lips were exchanging saliva, tasting each other and tongue over lips and lips over lips combination was just too hot.  He had increased the strokes, Mrs Kapoor was pushing her ass back to meet his strokes and then he erupted, he came in by the litres and the other two by gallons, he was not the only one to come.  While Mrs Kapoor was feeling aftereffects the earthshattering orgasm, he pushed Sheetal on her back and placed his flaccid dick on her pussy entry.  The dick covered in jism was shining in glory albeit was flaccid.  He saw her and her mother and made her mother, who was still in a state of a semi-trance to lick his dick.  Her licks provided the tonic to the dick and within a few minutes the dick was back to its glory.  What a scene – mother licking dick of a young man so that he could fuck her daughter.  As she readied the young man to fuck her daughter she went towards her head and placed her pussy on her face.  As a most natural thing to do, she started licking her pussy.  Stroke by stroke he build up the momentum.  It was a triangle of lust.  Sheetal was licking her mother’s pussy while hers was being pumped by Vicky and her mother and Vicky were kissing each other like young lovers.  He was not missing to press the gorgeous set of boobs.  Everyone was contributing to the lusty triangle. 

 

Sheetal by lifting her crotch to match his strokes, lifting her face to match her mothers movement, Mrs Kapoor was matching the youngsters strokes and kissing, all in all a fuck fest.  Since he had cum a short while earlier, this time he was able to continue for a longer period, though he wanted to fuck Sheetal’s ass as well but he continued the fun since all 3 were involved.  After good 12-15minutes of the fuck fest, Sheetal was the one to start shuddering as a built up to the orgasm.  Her licks became feverish and she continued lapping up her mothers clit which was doing wonders to her.  Her mother was also in a love trance and held Vicky’s shoulders who in turn continued pressing hers and her daughter’s boobs.  With a shriek Sheetal announced her cumming.  She tightened her leg grip around him and waved her head from side to side.  He continued pumping her hard.  This had a great affect and she came evermore.  He was in such a state today that he pushed her in a semi trance state and forced himself in her mother.  Both ladies were surprised but loved his audacity.  Now the scene had changed, Mrs Kapoor was lapping up all the love juice of her daughter as both had exchanged positions.  Further 10-12minutes of fuck fest brought both him and Mrs Kapoor to orgasm and Sheetal too came.  After such a long fuck session they just collapsed on each other.

 

Unknown to them one female shadow was watching them.  She had just entered the house and the intoxicating sex smell had led to the room.  She had the keys of the other exit door and she came in from there.  The climax of the fuck fest she witnessed had startled her and made her wet.  She was none else than Niti

 

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Niti looked at the fuck fest inside and was partially surprised.  Partially, since she was expecting something between Sheetal and Vicky. Like Sheetal she was also witness to the new found glamour and its results for her mother.  Deep down she could reason.  She herself had made love to Vicky and thought that her mother may have fallen to his big dick. 

 

Sheetal and her Mother looked at the shadow and screamed.  They shell shocked and did not utter a word, but neither did they clothed themselves.  Vicky looked at Niti and got up.  He held her by the hand and brought her in.  The ease with which he cast a spell on her made Sheetal and her mother realize that he had been with Niti also.  Since all were exposed, quite literally, nobody could point fingers at each other.  Vicky kissed Niti bang on lips in front of her mother and sister.  Meanwhile Mrs Kapoor and Sheetal got busy with each other.  Then it was turn of the mother with her elder daughter and then the sibling love.  All the smooches and saliva interchanged ensured that Vicky will always have atleast one Kapoor female specimen at his beck and call. 

 

Strangely enough, Vicky did not have the fuck fest he was waiting for.  It was already 7pm and he had to rush back home.  He left everyone in the lurch but not before some seriously hot foreplay.  Sunday was well utilized.

 

Sadaf and Tina were still in Sikkim and Mrs Khan was still at home.  The next day was Monday and owing to the Tuition pressure he could not meet her much apart from the “Wet Thankyou” at the staircase door.  The next day was a Tuesday, the non tuition day.  He had time on his side.  After the usual “Wet Thankyou” he moved to his house, had the lunch his mother had kept for him, as usual.  He took a short nap at was woken by the doorbell.  It was Mrs Khan.  She came in.  Was wearing a light coloured Saree, the boobs were about to spill out from the deep cut blouse.  The blouse was sleeveless and was cut deep from both the front and the back.  The Pallu of the Saree was carelessly taken or carefully taken to expose the side of the huge mammary.  The deep cleavage of ample bosom was also on display for all who cared to look.  She spoke about the usual things and then requested Vicky to help her with something.  To him it felt as if it was something deliberate.  He said OK and then went to her house. 

 

Those were not the days of MCB tripping.  MCB was just a couple of years away then and thank god it was then a couple of years away.  Those were good old days of the meter fuse, which you had to re-wind with a copper wire.  Apparently, due to some faulty wiring in the electric Iron, it gave away.  Vicky went down to check the Meter in the staircase, pulled out the Ceramic Fuse, brought the wire from his house, usual practice of those days, re-wound the fuse and inserted it back.  As he tried to switch the meter on, it again went off with a sound.  Mrs Khan got a bit worried.  He was not.   He again pulled out the fuse, analysed what he did wrong, corrected the mistake and bingo.  This time everything went off well.  They went to her house, he looked at the iron, took out the burned wires, re-plugged the iron and it was all ok now.

 

She started with the usual thanks.

 

He replied “Aunty aaj Thanks thoda zyaada gila karna padega” (Aunty the Thanks has to be wetter today)

 

She replied “meaning”

 

He went near her and said “Roz ke tareeke se nahin hoga” (not like the daily ‘pecks’)

 

She laughed and said “phir kaise” (how else then).

 

He took her face in hands and planted kiss on her lips.  She tried to move away but he was too strong for her. Also he thought that she could have protested a bit more vigorously.  Though she did not open her lips for tongue penetration but the protests had gone down in intensity a lot.  After he felt that she was not protesting much, he disengaged. 

 

Both looked at each other with a neutral expression.

 

He then said “Ab fees badh gayi hai” (the fees has now increased)

 

She kept silent and nodded slightly.

 

This time he again lifted her face and kissed her.  His ability to kiss made her go weak.  She was feeling very weak and then she opened her lips to welcome his tongue.  This was the opportunity worth waiting for.  He let his tongue probe her mouth.  She was reciprocating.  The hands were now behind his head mingling with his hair.  The eyes closed.  The boy could kiss and he was using all his experience to impress the neighbourhood hot aunty.  And impress did he.  She felt the huge difference in the way he kissed and others had (remember mention of fun by Sadaf/Tina).  He licked her tongue, her lips, her face and as he was about to move down to neck, she stopped him. 

 

“Aaj ke liye itna thanks bahut hai” (enough of thanks today)

 

This was music to his ears.  She had not ruled out progress further.

 

He said ok but before leaving requested for one more round. She too wanted him to do so – she wanted to see some semblance of control so rather than giving in to him she wanted him to request.  This time the smooch was longer, more passionate and captivating.  He had won her with the kiss only.  One more milestone reached.

 

The next day, Wednesday, she opened the staircase door and both kissed unabashedly in the staircase for good 10-15mins. She was giggling like a teenager. He wanted her to be his while kissing so that the transition to the boob press mode is smooth.

 

The next day was a Thursday, non-tuition day.  What he didn’t know that Mr and Mrs Khan had a bit of fight, the preivous night.  She was expecting some love from Mr Khan since none else was there and she was in the mood for some love making. They had not done so for quite some time.  Everytime Mr Khan would cite Sadaf and Tina’s presence in the other room as the reason or something else.  This time too he made excuses, god knows why, which resulted in an eruption of volcanoes from both the ends resulting in Khan calling her names and also raking up her past.  This had infuriated her no end.

 

So as their Wet Thankyou session began in the staircase itself, she melted into him.  A soft hand on her boobs was pushed away by her.  This meant she was ok till kissing and nothing further as of now.  They went up and he continued kissing her.  He tried to move to the boobs one more time but the advance was curtly rejected.   

 

By evening he had Mrs Khan in 7-8 thanking rounds.  Each thanks going on for good 8-10 minutes.  They were behaving like teenagers.  Over the next 2 days they kissed each other at every given opportunity to the point of Mr Khan being in the living room and they kissing each other in the kitchen on pretext of helping her.  If he went to the terrace for his night sojourn, she also came up briefly on some pretext and now all charade of Thankyou had gone away.

 

He would now openly ogle at her heavy boobs and she would just smile and let it be. 

 

He had started commenting “Sadaf has taken your upper half and Tina your bottom” which soon moved to boobs and sexy ass.  She was also encouraging the filthy talk. Perhaps it was her way of getting back at her husband. Who said domestic discord was bad?

 

On Sunday afternoon Khan and Vicky’s father had gone out for some Resident Welfare Association work, his mother was busy with her cousin sister who had come to meet them.  Mrs Khan was itching for the kissing, she came and requested Vicky’s mother to ask him to help her lifting some heavy stuff for her.  Vicky’s mother didn’t see anything wrong in this and asked Vicky to do so. 

 

Vicky went as if not much interested and only going to help a neighbour.  They did not bolt the door only shut it.  Both he and Mrs Khan went in to the room and spread some stuff as if re-arranging them.  He caught hold of her and smooched her.  She said “Arrey bagair thanks ke” (even without thanks)

He replied “Thanks gaya tel lene” (Thanks has gone to get oil – not possible to translate in English the essence of the sentence)

 

She said “Tel kyon” (why oil)

 

Pat came the reply “lubrication ke liye” (for lubrication)

 

This made him burst into laughter and her to smile shyly and enjoy the boldness of the kid. 

 

Mrs Khan was wearing a thin cotton suit with a deepish cut in the front.  The thin cotton suit made a lot of sense in the Delhi Summer.  He noted that when she came to ask Vicky’s mother she was wearing a heavy dupatta to hide the contours. 

 

He started while picking up some load “Sadaf ke bade hain aur soft bhi hain” (Sadaf’s are big and soft)

 

She looked at him questioningly

 

“Sadaf’s boobs”

 

“How do you know” was her instinctive reply which she regretted saying.

 

This was the opportunity he was waiting for “I have felt them they are just awesome” he said proudly.  He continued “Tina’s are a bit different but still very good”  he said salivating at the opportunity before him.  “Ek baat toh hai aapki dono betiyaan aapki tarah bahut hot hain” (must say both your daughters are very hot, just like you)

 

Now it was case of Mrs Khan to feel awkward.

 

He was looking at the melons in front of him. 

 

“Aunty – uncle bahut lucky hain” (uncle is very lucky) “he has access to those boobs”

 

He was going too fast and she was not able to control him.  

 

Vicky then focused on lifiting the box and placed it in the store.

 

Without waiting for a response, he smooched her.  She was expecting him to try to go for her boobs, but he outsmarted her and placed his hand on her ass globes and pressed them slightly.  Since her hands were pressed between his chest and her, for sake of stopping his boob attack, she could not ward off.  Perhaps she did not want to either.

 

As they disengaged “Tina’s ass is much like you”

 

She was finding out too many things today and was startled.

 

“Accha ab chalta hoon” (ok time for me to go)

 

She was disheartened like a teenage lover but understood since his mother and aunt. But before leaving she thanked him a lot – for a good 10-12 minutes.  At one point of time when he tried to press the boobs she moved his hand away after some seconds only. 

 

He opened his door.  His mother asked “kya thaa” (what was it)

 

“Kuchh dabbe thhe” (a few boxes)

 

His mother felt proud of her husband and son as due to them she did not have to pick up such heavy stuff.

 

The next day was a Monday, it was a day worth its weight in Gold since the Summer Vacations were starting from Tuesday.  He came home a bit late since it was their last vacations at school and the 12th class students decided to have some get togther.  Sheetal was also part of the get togther and he got together with her for a few minutes in school at their exclusive spot.  At home he was not expecting anyone since Mrs Khan was to join office that day.  But as he came back, he found the door bolted from inside.  He pressed the doorbell for both his and neighbour’s house since he did not know who would be there.

 

Mrs Khan came down to open the door.  He was surprised since she had yesterday only told him of her leaves ending.  Anyways he did not mind as the wet thankyou was the order of the day.  They continued kissing her for another 15 minutes or so with pressing her boobs over the blouse.  She would move away his hand though the duration of contact was increasing every time.

 

The reason for her being on leave was another fight with Mr Khan last night.  It ended up Mr Khan hitting her.  This had her infuriated and she swore to herself of having fun with Vicky.  Though she was in such a mood that she could have gone ahead with anyone but it was his luck and effort that would bear fruit today.  He rushed upstairs and went for the Tuition. She thought him to be lacking in expertise or experience but she was so wrong.

 

He did not want to miss tuition to arouse any suspicion. He was sure of doing it the next morning.

 

The next morning, he got up lazily, bid bye to his parents who went to the office, freshened up and had his breakfast.  By now he was sure that Mr Khan would also have left.  He didn’t know that he had left a bit early that day. With the intention of having Mrs Khan for additional breakfast, he moved.  He was wearing only Bermuda Shorts and a loose t-shirt.  He was deliberately not wearing anything underneath.  He had sensed the craving she had for him and thought that within next two days he should be able to do many things to her. Before he could open his door, the bell ranged.  It was Mrs Khan.  She was more eager than the kid.  He checked with him in a most concerning tone about him having taken the breakfast, to which he replied in affirmative.  She then asked him about having tea this time he said he would like to have it with her.

 

She asked him to come with her.  With both the doors on terrace and the one in Staircase properly shut, it was only Mrs Khan and Vicky together.  He left his door half opened.  As she stood near the gas stove for preparing tea, he went behind and encircled her with his arms.  The python was touching her lower back.  He started nuzzling her and kissed on her nape of the neck.  If it worked well with Mrs Kapoor it should also work well with Mrs Khan.  Both were Mrs K in one way.  Mrs Kamasutra.

 

And it worked well.  She for a minute melted into him by moving back to him.  The ass was on his crotch and moving.  The eveready python also had caught the groove and was enjoying the contact of the much wanted ass.  The hands found their way towards their favourite resting place, i.e the much ample bosom.  The hands did not apply a lot of pressure, but enough to feel them.  Her head had tilted back to rest on his chest.  Her eyes were closed and she was living the illicit moment to the hilt.  He applied a bit more pressure on her boobs and kissed her neck a bit more and nibbled her ear. 

 

He said in her ear “aapke boobs toh Sadaf se bhi acchhe hain” (your boobs are better than Sadaf)

 

She felt proud on receiving compliment from a youngster though the comparison was with her own daughter only.