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

[Heisenberg]

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


* i am not the original uploader. 
Credits for the original Uploader "Hardy Boys"

29th January 2010

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Part - 1

I woke up to the sounds of the maid in the neighboring house washing clothes. As I stretched and yawned, I realized I had a morning wake-up hard on again. "Oh man", I thought to myself, "I need to do something about this today". Every morning, now for the one year or so, I'd been invariably waking up with a raging hard on. I am Jignesh, a 19 year old, who had just finished Class XII, having missed an year, and was waiting for his results. Summer had set in, and I was getting tired of masturbating at least thrice a day.


As I got up, I saw that my dick had made a tent in my pajamas. Clutching my rigid shaft through my pajamas, I shuffled to the window of my bedroom, and glanced out. Our house was in a colony of tenements, and my bedroom overlooked the backside washing area of the other adjacent houses, which was separated by a shoulder height compound wall.

The two young maids in the house behind were at their morning tasks, one washing clothes, and the other washing utensils, in the wash area that occupied most of the courtyard at the backside of each house. The girls were from the near-by village, and most of the villagers there were cattle raisers, supplying milk to the nearby households. They younger of the two girls were an 18-year old teenager named Pushpa, with a lithe slim brown skinned body. She had just graduated to wearing a ghagra, blouse, and choli, the most commonly worn attire by the village women, and her budding breasts just about managed to fill her blouse.

Pushpa was a talkative little thing, and had a certain cockiness that irked me no end. She had a half smile on her angular face all the time, and loved to make flirting eye-contact with boys and men around. "Now that's a cocky little bitch, I'd love to fuck", I thought to myself, as I slowly rubbed my cock through the pajamas. The two girls were chattering away gaily, as they went about their work, sitting on their haunches, with their ghagras raised up above their knees.

But it was the older of the two that had my attention. She was a new one in the colony, and had been working as domestic help in the house behind for a little less than a month now. I hadn't heard her name yet. She was a dark skinned girl, with big round eyes, and thick pouting lips. What had grabbed my attention was the way her breasts strained against the thin cotton blouse she wore. These village girls never wore a bra, and so the natural shape of their breasts could be seen in the blouse. "Now that's probably a 32-C", I thought to myself as I continued to watch. The older girl was of average built, and her breasts were of the firm mango shape, with a conical shape to them. She had long black hair that hung behind her back in a single long braid. She too wore the same attire of a ghagra, choli, and blouse.

The girls often bathed in the courtyard at the washing area next to the water tank. This was normally in the afternoons, when most of the people in the house were asleep. I had accidentally discovered this one afternoon, and ever since I made it a point to watch them bathing every afternoon. The girls normally stripped down to only their ghagras while bathing. The effervescent Pushpa had the slim body of a blossoming teenager, with small perky breasts. While rubbing soap on her body, she would playfully cup her lemon sized breasts, and giggle while pinching her small pinkish brown nipples. But it was the other girl's breasts that I was fascinated by.

They were dark like the rest of her body, and unbelievably firm. Shaped like a ripe mango, they stood out on her chest like twin peaks. The highlight was the large black areolas, and her incredibly long pencil shaped black nipples. My mouth watered every time I saw those nipples, and I dreamt of sucking on them hard. While Pushpa was brazen enough to strip to her panties, the other girl was very conscious of being partially nude in front of another girl, and therefore never took off her ghagra completely. Pushpa, on the other hand, would playfully squeeze the other girl's breasts, and pinch her nipples. As she slapped Pushpa's hands away, I had heard Pushpa laugh, and say "When will mine become as big as yours, Rani?" "Oh, so her name is Rani", I said to myself.
As I watched them go about their work, my hard-on started throbbing painfully, as I thought of how they looked while having their bath. I pulled myself away from the window, as I needed to relieve myself. I had discovered that my morning wake-up hard-on subsided once I had taken a pee. As I dragged myself towards the toilet, I remembered I had yet again forgotten to buy milk.

I was alone at home these days. Due to some rather recent astonishing developments, my parents had gone to their home town, and would be there at least for a few months. My maternal grandmother had passed away recently, and she had left behind in her will, and unbelievably large amount of money and many acres of land, to her only daughter, which was my mother. This had changed the fortunes of my family overnight, and from an ordinary bank clerk, Mr. Desai, my father had suddenly become a crorepati. Her dying wish had been to ask her son-in-law to relinquish his job, and come and take care of their vast estate in the village. My father was more than happy to do that, and thus they had left for the village to take care of the legal work, and oversee some harvesting work in the cotton fields. My mother had obviously accompanied him.

But the clincher for me was the surprise my grandmother had left for him. Being her only grandson, she had arranged for a sum of Rupees Thirty Thousand to be paid to me every month as pocket money! Thirty thousand rupees a month! As I pissed in the toilet, I grinned to myself thinking of my good fortune again. Also, she had instructed his father to buy me the Yamaha RX-100 bike that I had been craving for so much. And today, I was to go to the dealer to pick up my brand new bike. My grin widened as he thought of the immense potential owning a bike would open up for me. "Now I am sure that bitch Rekha is going to give me 'bhaav'", I thought to himself. Rekha was the hottest girl in the neighborhood, and never gave much attention to me, as I could never afford to buy her gifts, or take her to movies.

My mother was prone to gossiping with the neighborhood women, and so almost all of them knew of the good fortune that had befallen the Desai family. And overnight, I had become 'Jignesh bhai' from just 'Jignesh" for all the ladies in the neighborhood, and their 'ladla'. And this included all the 'aunties' I lusted for too. Kalpana aunty, Sarla bhabhi, Mayuri ben, and all the other neighborhood ladies had suddenly become very concerned about how 'poor' Jignesh was managing all alone without his mother to take care of him.

Kalpana aunty was the 42-year old wife of Jatin bhai, who ran a business in the city of collecting and selling scrap. They lived in the house behind, and it is at their house that the two village girls (Pushpa & Rani) worked as domestic servants. Like most other low income group folks in the colony, they too were not very well off. Jatin bhai's prized possession was a rickety old Bajaj scooter, which he had bought second-hand from another scrap dealer. He was a fat, overweight, potbellied slob, and I often wondered how he managed to have sex with his wife, with such a big pot belly in the way.

They had two children: a son, Dharmesh, who was 19, and was staying with his aunt in another town, and studying there; and Jigna, a daughter who was 16, and was in Class X. To augment their meager income, Kalpana aunty cooked home-made food (roti, dal, rice etc.) and supplied it to near-by households. My mother had asked Kalpana aunty to provide meals for me also, and she came to the house to deliver the tiffin box, twice a day at lunch and dinner. Kalpana aunty was a kind hearted woman, who often bought homemade sweets for me, along with my food. Getting a regular customer like the now rich Mr. Desai's son was a boon for her.
I finished my bath, and was changing when I heard the door-bell ring. "That must me Kalpana aunty with my lunch", I thought. I hastily pulled on my jeans, and was about to pull on a t-shirt, when I thought of an idea. I threw aside my t-shirt, and picked up a sleeveless vest instead. I had been going to a gym for the last one month now, and had developed a decent physique. I was especially proud of my biceps; and I wanted Kalpana aunty to see them. I rushed down and opened the door to see Kalpana aunty standing there smiling at me, with a tiffin carrier in her hand.

She was a short, broad, brown skinned, heavyset woman, with a plump body, and a pleasant round face. Her hair was tied in a bun, as was the style preferred by most housewives. "Kem chho, Jignesh bhai", she said to me smiling. "I thought you would still be sleeping", she continued. I laughed, and taking the tiffin box from her hand, said to her, "Oh aunty, please come inside." As Kalpana aunty came inside, I noticed her wiping her forehead with the pallu of her sari. "Oh it's so hot outside", she sighed, and she sat down on the sofa in the living room. "Let me get you something cold to drink, aunty", I said as I went into the kitchen and fetched a glass of cold nimbu pani for her.

Kalpana aunty took the glass gratefully from my hand, and gulped down the juice thirstily. "You are very kind Jignesh bhai", she said smiling her thanks at him. I took the opportunity to hold her hand and said to her, "Oh aunty, please don't call me Jignesh bhai ... call me Jignesh, like you used to call me when I was small". Kalpana aunty looked up at me and said, "Ok beta, as you say ... but you have become big people now..." and her voice trailed off, as her eyes went to my muscular arms and chest in the vest. She placed her other hand on my palm and said, "You are very nice beta, I will call you what you like". "Thank you, aunty", I smiled as I too placed my other hand on her palm. "It is you who are so nice to me" he said to her as he looked down, glancing at her cleavage in the process.

Kalpana aunty had ample breasts, at least 38-D as I estimated, and were pressed together in her tight blouse, which was struggling to hold them. The pallu of her sari had parted slightly to reveal her blouse at the shoulders, and I could see the strap of her black bra on her shoulder, which had come out from below her blouse. She caught my glance, and with a hint of a smile on her lips, stood up, adjusting the pallu of her sari. "I better leave now beta, because I have to deliver two more tiffins before 2'o clock", she said as she walked towards the kitchen to keep back the empty glass. My eyes followed her, and feasted on the gentle swing of her hips, as she walked.
This, for me, was the most desirable part of Kalpana aunty's body ... her incredibly big butt. She had possibly the biggest buttocks I had seen on a woman, and I felt my cock lurch in my jeans, as I looked at her wide hips and fat butt swing as she walked, with the sari dbangd tight around them. I groaned inwardly to myself as I squeezed my cock through my jeans, "Oh, how I would love to fuck her from behind!" I thought to myself. Kalpana aunty let herself out, and as she leant forward to put on her sandals, her pallu slipped off her shoulder again, and I couldn't help but gaze with lust at her heavy breasts and ample bottom again.

She straightened herself, adjusting her pallu again, and reaching out, patted me on my cheeks and said, "Beta, please let aunty know if you need anything ok ... I don't want to give your mother any reason for complain when she sees you again". I replied in the affirmative, and waved goodbye to Kalpana aunty, as she stepped out into the hot sun and proceeded on her errands.

As I closed the door, I decided I needed to do something to get Kalpana aunty into bed with me. My thoughts wandered to Kalpana bhabhi's 16-year old daughter, Jigna, too. "Oh fuck", I said to myself, "she is too young". I got dressed, and went to pick up my bike from the dealer who had promised delivery today. I got the bike, caught up with a few friends from college, and after showing off my brand new bike, decided to head back home. It was nearly 3 in the afternoon when I reached the gate of his colony. On a sudden impulse, I decided to drop in at Kalpana aunty's house. I paused for a minute, wondering what reason I would give for the unexpected visit, and then concluded I could say I came to show them my new bike. "I hope that Jigna is at home", I mused as I rode towards their house.

I parked outside and rang the bell. "One minute", hollered Jatin bhai from inside. Jatin bhai, in his trademark lungi and banian, opened the door, and his face split into a big smile as he saw me. "Arre, Jignesh bhai ... come in, come in" he said heartily as he took my hand and led me inside. I told him about my new bike. "Kalpana", Jatin bhai hollered, "look who has come ... it is Jignesh bhai ... he has come to show us his new bike". "I am coming", Kalpana aunty said from the bathroom, "I am just finishing my bath". Jatin bhai followed Jignesh outside, and complimented me on the bike, as he looked at it. "You should soon buy a car now, Jignesh bhai", he said, "you are rich people now ... then sometimes we poor people can get a lift from you", he chuckled. "Uncle, please don't call me Jignesh bhai ... I feel so odd", said I, "I am still the same old Jignesh". "Oh no, you are chhota saheb for us now ... How can I call you by just your name?" Jatin bhai said with all his false pretentious submissiveness, "No, no ... I insist on calling you Jignesh bhai", he concluded.

Hearing the noises, their daughter Jigna, came out, and squealed in genuine pleasure, "Oh, Jignesh bhai has got a new bike!" as she bounded towards them clapping her hands in glee. My face it up in elation as I saw the sexy teenage girl. Jigna was a dark, but very sexy looking girl, with the same big eyes of her mother. Her body had developed beyond her years, and as she jumped in joy and admired the bike, I couldn't help but look at how hot she looked in the college uniform she was in. Her hair was tied into two braids that lay on either shoulder, and she wore the beige skirt and white shirt of her college uniform, with a dark brown tie. I couldn't take my eyes off the way her supple, almost fully developed teenage breasts jiggled within the shirt of her uniform as she jumped up and down. She grabbed my hands and pleaded with him. "Oh Jignesh bhai, please take me for a ride on your bike ... please, please, please... ! Jatin bhai chided him, "Not now dikra, Jignesh bhai must be very tired ... you can go with him for a round later". The girl's face dropped, and seeing that I said, "It's OK uncle, I will just take her for one round and come ... it's no trouble at all". "OK beta" he said, "but come back soon ... I will tell Kalpu to make tea for you". Jigna broke into a big smile, and clapped her hands in glee.

I kick started the bike, and asked Jigna to get on to the seat behind him. As she clambered on to the bike, and swung her leg over the seat, her skirt rode up above her knees. She placed her hands on my shoulder and exclaimed "Let's go!!" I rode out slowly, but once they were beyond her father's eyesight, I opened the throttle and accelerated on the empty road. "Yes, yes ... faster, faster" Jigna exclaimed, and she wrapped her arms around me from behind, and held me tight. A current ran thru my body as I felt her young budding firm breasts press into my back. She had obviously not started wearing a bra yet, and I could feel my cock stirring again, as I felt the hot young thing behind me pressing her body to me. I let go off one hand from the handle, and taking it behind him, placed it on her bare knee, saying "I hope you are not feeling scared Jigna". "No, no ... not at all ... I like going fast on the bike Jignesh bhai ... promise me you will take me for a long ride when pappa is not at home". "OK baby, I promise", I replied as I swung the bike into the lane of their house.

I parked the bike, and Jigna ran inside to tell her mother all about the ride. I went inside to see, Kalpana aunty coming out of the kitchen. She had just finished her bath, and had a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She was wearing a sari, and her blouse was wet from the hair, showing the outline of her bra underneath. She looked incredibly arousing. She smiled at me warmly, and placed the tray with tea and snacks on the table in front of us. "Don't spoil Jigna by taking her out too much on your bike ... you must tell her that you will take her out only if she does her homework everyday", she chided me playfully.

As they sat drinking tea, Jatin bhai kept asking me all about our new found wealth, and what we were planning to do. I answered as vaguely as he could. Jatin bhai started telling me about how badly his business was doing, and how he owed money to many of his scrap suppliers, and was unable to get any more credit. He blamed the influx of new people into the scrap trading business, who were willing to undercut on price just to get more business. He bemoaned the fact that the new traders were backed by co-operative banks who gave them loans, while he himself could not get a loan because he did not have enough money to maintain the minimum bank balance required to avail of a loan.

I sensed where the conversation was heading. "The bastard wants money from me. Alright, let me play along, and see what I can get in return", I told myself inwardly. "Uncle, how much money does the bank require as deposit for them to give you a loan", I asked with mock innocence. "Oh beta, they are all cheats ... they say we will give you a loan only if you have at least 15,000 rupees in the bank ... how can I get that kind of money ... you know how little margin I make. And on top of that I need another 5,000 per month to pay the rent of my shop ... that greedy landlord has increased the rent from 3,500 to 5,000 now because the others are willing to pay more rent ... if I don't pay him that, he will give the shop to another trader" he bemoaned. Kalpana aunty stood there silently, her head bowed slightly, listening to our conversation. I was silent for a while. I sure had the money. For the last 3 months, the 1 thirty thousand rupees per month had been coming in steadily into my bank account, and I had barely used 5,000 rupees from that. I still had about 85,000 lying in the bank, and next month's money were also due in a week's time.

At that moment, the neighbor opposite Jatin bhai's house called out for him, and said there was a phone call for him. Since Jatin bhai did not have a phone in his house, he used to receive his calls at their neighbor's house. As Jatin bhai excused himself and hurried out. Kalpana aunty came towards the table to clear the empty tea cups. I saw pain and helplessness written on her face. As she turned and walked towards the kitchen, I couldn't help but once again gaze with desire at the way her massive buttocks moved within the confines of her sari. Jigna had been sent into the room to do her homework. I got up and followed Kalpana aunty to the kitchen.

As she washed the dirty cups, she gave me a weak smile, and said "My husband is not a scrupulous man, beta ... he has borrowed money from so many people, and has not paid them back. That is why no one trusts him any more. Whatever money he gets, he spends most of it playing 'matka'. And then he likes drinking also, and keeps buying cheap liquor from some bootleggers in the city" she continued. The only way we are able to make ends meet is because of whatever I earn ... he is telling you all this now just to get your sympathy and borrow money from you" she stated matter of factly. "But you are a good boy, beta. My advice to you would be to not trust him. He will borrow money from you also, and then waste that also. I don't want to unnecessary spoil the relation of our family with your father and mother." I was touched by her honesty and forthrightness.

I quickly made up my mind, and said to her, "Kalpana aunty, you have been so nice to me; this is the least I can do for you. I want to do something for you and your daughter. Here's what I have in mind. Let me lend him the money he requires to get the bank loan. I will not give him the money personally, but will open an account and deposit it directly into his account. That way he cannot spend the money elsewhere. The only money I will give him in cash is the money he requires to pay his shop's rent. Once he gets the bank loan, he will not need that also" I concluded. "But what about your money, beta? What if he does not return it? What if your father comes to know?" she resisted. "Oh aunty, why do you worry about all those things? I am doing this for you, aunty. And also, I am going to give this from my money, not my father's. And I am not expecting it back. If he is able to salvage his business, it will help improve your & Jigna's life also" I told her with a smile.

She was silent for a while, and twiddled with the pallu of her sari. Then she came towards me, and looked at me with deep emotion in her eyes. She placed her hand on my left arm said, "Jignesh beta, you are very kind. I don't know what to say. All I can say is that I will do whatever I can to repay you for your kindness". "Oh you don't know why I am doing this darling" I thought to myself. Instead, I replied, "Come on aunty, don't be so formal, after all these years, isn't it my duty to help you when you need help?" She just smiled, and squeezed my arm. Oh, if only she knew how badly I needed her to squeeze my cock ... and not my arm.

At that moment, Jatin bhai came back, and I headed back to the living room. We sat down once again, and I told him that about my plans to help him out. A big smile split his rotund face, and he came towards me and grabbed my arms and tried to hug me, thanking me profusely again and again. He was saying, "Arre Jignesh bhai, see how uparwala has send you to us ... how can I ever thank you". Turning to Kalpana aunty, he said, "Kalpu, from this month onwards, don't take money from Jignesh bhai for the food. That is the least we can do for him. And do whatever work he needs, and help him in every way you can". "The bastard", I thought to myself "using his wife to repay a favor". Before Kalpana aunty could say anything, I interjected, "No, uncle that is not fair. Let us not mix work with personal things. What I pay for the food, I will continue to pay. I don't want any debate on that" I said with finality. "OK, as you wish", conceded Jatin bhai. I took my leave, and stepped out. Kalpana aunty looked at me with deep affection in her eyes as I started my bike, and smiled at me. As the bike roared to life, Jigna came running out and waved me bye. I headed back home.

I finished my work-out at the gym, and reached home at around 8 pm. This was normally the time, Kalpana aunty came home to deliver my dinner. I didn't change, but continued to do some free weights at home in my gym outfit of a track pant, tight t-shirt, and sneakers. I wanted to show off my physique to Kalpana aunty again when she came, for I thought I had sensed her looking at me earlier in the day. The doorbell rang within a few minutes, and I expectantly opened the door. But it was not Kalpana aunty. Instead, it was her daughter Jigna, with my tiffin box in her hand. I was pleasantly surprised. She smiled at me, and told me she had come to deliver my tiffin. She was still in that college uniform which I found incredibly hot.

As I took it from her hand, she turned to leave. I stopped her and said "Why don't you come inside Jigna? Let us both have a Thums Up, which I have in the fridge". She seemed to struggle for a minute, and then brightened up and said "Oh Jignesh bhai, I love cold drinks!" I fetched a bottle of Thums Up. As she drank from it, I noticed she looked a bit low & depressed. I sat next to her, and asked her what the matter was. She was silent for a moment, and then broke into sobs, crying "We are going for a 3-day tour from college, and all my friends are going, but pappa is saying I cannot go. He says we don't have the money now" she sobbed. "I asked mummy to give me money, but she does not have enough. The fee is 2,000 rupees for the whole trip. Mummy is also saying we are not rich like other people, so I cannot go" she continued. "Oh Jignesh bhai, I want to go ... I want to go ... next year will be eleventh class, and then my college will be over ... this is the last chance I have to go with all my class friends. And when I started crying saying I wanted to go, he slapped me..." she cried, and broke down sobbing with her face buried in her hands.

I got up quickly, and closed the door which was open. I then sat down next to her on the sofa, my thighs touching her thighs, and put my left arm on her shoulders. Her skirt had again ridden up above her knees, and I placed my palms on her bare knee. I rubbed her shoulders gently, and tried to console her. She leant towards me, and continued sobbing with her head resting on my chest just near my shoulder.

As I continued to rub her shoulder and back, I could feel that she was wearing a petticoat (like a slip) under her college shirt. I took my hands off her shoulders, got off the sofa, and knelt in front of her. I took her hands in mine, and pulled her chin up and asked her to stop crying. "Jigna, don't cry. I am there no? I will speak to your pappa and mummy, and I will give you the money for your picnic. Don't worry ok ... everything will be fine" I consoled her. She finally stopped sobbing, and looked at me hopefully with those big eyes. "Really, Jignesh bhai ... will you do that!" she asked incredulously. "But what if pappa & mummy still say no?" she asked despondently. "Don't you worry, baby ... I will handle them" I reassured her. As I spoke, my hands were caressing her bare knee, and I slowly slid my hand a little up to her exposed thighs above the knees. I kept consoling and reassuring her, as my hands felt the bare skin of her knees and thighs.

I didn't want to scare her off, so I stood up. She too jumped up and flung her hands around me and hugged me, saying "Oh Jignesh bhai, thank you ... thank you ... thank you so much" she kept saying again and again. Once again, I felt a current go thru me as I felt her hot firm body against mine, and her firm young breasts pressed against my lower chest. Her head reached only up to my chest, and she had pressed her cheeks against my chest and was holding me tight. I continued to caress her back, as I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. I took a chance and pressed my crotch into her body, as I continued to hold her tight. After a while, she let go off me, and said "Oh, I need to run home now, or they will start worrying". "When will you speak to them, Jignesh bhai?" I was thinking about the same thing myself. "I will come to your house after I finish dinner, on the pretext of returning the tiffin box. I will tell them that I wanted to take the bike out for a spin in the night, and thought I might as well drop in and return the empty tiffin box" I replied. She cheered up on my suggestion, and the smile returned to her face. "I will wait for you Jignesh bhai" she called out as she ran home with a spring in her step.

I showered, finished my dinner, and headed for Kalpana aunty's house. As I rang the bell, the door was once again opened by Jatin bhai. He was surprised to see me, but before he could say anything I told him I had dropped in to return the tiffin. He was effusive in his thanks, muttering "Arre Jignesh bhai, you should not have taken the trouble ... but we are happy to see you again today ... if only you had told us earlier, we could have had the honor of serving you food here in our house..." He put his arms around me, and led me inside, yelling "Kalpu, see who is here...". He smelt of some cheap booze, and I gathered he had been drinking. Kalpana aunty came out of the kitchen, wiping her face with the pallu of her sari, and a smile lit up her face when she saw me. Jatin bhai was in a garrulous mood, and soon he took me aside and told me in a conspiratory tone "If you don't mind beta, would you like to have a drink with me? I know you are young, and I don't know if you will drink the desi daaru that I drink, but... "his voice trailed off with a sly smile playing on his lips. 


To Be Continued.........

[Heisenberg]

Continuation...


I knew I had him there. Give a drinker a free drink, lend him some money, and you have him in your pocket. I replied in an equally sly manner, "Jatin bhai, I have drunk only whisky which my father gets home from his friends in the military canteen, and also I have drunk quite a few times with my college friends at parties. I would surely like to have a drink with you ... In fact I can go home and fetch a bottle of Scotch lying in my dad's cupboard ... but I am not sure what Kalpana aunty will think..." He responded with relief in his voice, and slapping me on my back said "Oh don't you worry about her ... if you say yes, she will not object. Let me just run and get something to munch with the drinks ... you run home and get that bottle" he said almost salivating at the thought of drinking some expensive foreign liquor.

He quickly pulled on his shirt, and went out on his rickety scooter. Kalpana aunty and Jigna came out into the room, wondering what was going on. I explained to Kalpana aunty that I did not want to disappoint her husband, and therefore had agreed to have a drink with me. "Don't worry aunty; I had a reason to agree to this. I wanted to sit and have a talk with him regarding his business, and also wanted to speak to him about Jigna's picnic tour from college". Kalpana aunty looked at Jigna with some anger at having involved me in their problems. Sensing the poor girl's dilemma, I interjected and said that it is I who had proposed that she go, and I explained to her that I intended to sponsor her trip. Kalpana aunty was silent again for a while, and then said in a small voice, "Beta, you are doing so much for us ... how will we ever repay your debt?" I held her hand again, and said in my most convincing voice "Aunty, all I want is you to love me..." and smiled at her in what I imagined conveyed more than just my words.

I went back home, and quickly came back with the bottle of Johnny Walker that my dad had left in his cupboard. I'd figure out a way to replace it before he comes, I thought to myself. Jatin bhai was back by the time I returned to their place. As we drank, I slowly broached the topic of Jigna's picnic tour, and by the time he was on his second drink, I had convinced him about it. The fat bastard was so full of false gratefulness for me that he all but kissed my hand, when I informed him I'll pay her tour fees. After he'd finished his fourth drink, he was sufficiently drunk, and was ready to have dinner. I took my leave, and went back home.

I woke up late the next morning. After a breakfast of cornflakes & milk, I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. As I was rinsing the lather off my body, I heard the door-bell ringing insistently. "Who could it be at this time of the day?" I cursed. I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and rushed to the door. Peering through the peep-hole, I saw that it was Kalpana aunty's daughter, Jigna at the door. I was caught in two minds for a minute. Should I open the door as is, or should I change and then open. I made up my mind quickly, and tightening my towel around my waist, I opened the door. Jigna was about to say something, when her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, the water droplets dripping of my muscular body, clad only in a bath towel, in front of her. Her voice caught in her throat, and her hand involuntarily went to her mouth. She was in her college uniform, apparently ready to leave for college. "Hi Jigna, how are we this morning?" I greeted her heartily. She gathered herself quickly, as I invited her in. She mumbled something incomprehensible, as she came in tentatively. I closed the door behind her, and turned to her, still smiling. She was having a tough time keeping her eyes off my body. "So what can I do for you, baby? Would you like to have something to drink?" I asked her casually, as I toweled my hair with another towel.

"I ... I came to ask if you could ... give me the money for the picnic tour fees now..." she said tentatively. "Of course ... I almost forgot about it. Just give me a minute." I responded. As she sat down on the sofa, I went into my room and came back with the cash she needed. I sat down next to her on the sofa, and handed her the money. She took it from my hand, and smiled at me gratefully. "Thank you so much, Jignesh bhai" she said with tenderness, "I don't know what I can do to repay your kindness..." I just laughed, and taking my chance, put my arms around her shoulders, and told her "Come on baby, you don't need to thank me ... you know how much I like you" I said as I casually placed my other hand on her knee which had become exposed now as her skirt had ridden up. She lowered her head, and seemed to be struggling to say something. A couple of times she opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped herself. "What is it; Jigna ... is there something else? Come on, tell me. You don't have to feel shy with me" I probed, rubbing her knee casually in the process, and sliding my palm up by an inch to feel her thigh as well. "Our teacher told us... "She paused, "Our teacher told us to carry some pocket money also ... incase we wanted to have some snacks, or ice cream ... or buy some souvenirs" she continued. I asked pappa & mummy for that, but he refused saying that I should not waste money on all that. And mummy was only able to give me 250 rupees from her savings, because that is all she had. But I..." Her voice trailed off. "So you need some more money, is it?" I asked her with a smile.

She nodded, those big eyes looking at me with hope. "How much will you need, baby?" I asked her in a quite voice. She hesitated, and then said "My friends are saying they are all taking 500 rupees..." I nodded, and got up. I came back from my room, and without a word, handed her two notes of 500 bucks. Her eyes widened as she saw the money, and she blurted out "But I need only..." "Shhh... "I interrupted her "Keep this baby. Don't tell your parents anything about it. I want my dear Jigna to have a good time, and have fun" I told her with a smile on my face. She jumped up from the sofa she was sitting on, and with a cry threw her arms around me "Ohhh Jignesh bhai ... you are so nice ... you are so nice ... thank you ... thank you so much..." she exclaimed. I stiffened as I felt her young tight body press against me once again. This time I put my arms around her, and pressed her to me. "You are most welcome, baby ... anytime you need anything, just come and ask your Jignesh bhai" I told her as I caressed her back with one hand. My other hand slid down slowly and rested on her well formed buttocks, and I felt them in my arms. She had inherited her mother's butt alright. Fleshy, round, and well formed. "Her ass is going to grow real big as she grows up" I thought to myself. She stood there with her arms around me; her head resting on my chest, as I gently squeezed her butt, and pulled her to me. I could feel my cock stirring, and I could feel it pressing against her lower belly.

Before I lost control of myself, I pushed her away from me gently, and holding her by her shoulders, told her sweetly "Now you run along and go to college, baby ... I also have to get ready and go out now." She smiled brightly, and said "OK, Jignesh bhai ... will you come home to meet us today?" she asked hopefully. I laughed and said, "If you want me to come, I will come baby" "Oh yes, please come ... please come ... I will wait for you". As she turned to leave, and opened the door, a sudden thought occurred to me. "Wait a minute, Jigna" She turned, and I asked "For your college tour, are you supposed to wear your college uniform only ... or can you wear casual clothes?" "No bhaiya, we don't have to wear our uniform, we can wear any clothes we like. Why?" she asked back. "So what clothes do you plan to take Jigna?" I queried further. "I don't know ... I haven't thought about it ... I only have Punjabi dresses, so I will take that only" she responded. I drew back my lips and made a thoughtful face "Hmmm ... do all your friends also wear Punjabi dresses only?" I asked. "No, the other girls are from richer families, so they wear jeans and t-shirts and skirts and tops... " she responded "But I don't have any of those clothes" she concluded, her face falling. "OK, why don't we do something, baby ... why don't you come back a little early from college today, and I will take you shopping ... we will buy some new clothes for you. How does that sound?" I asked with a smile.

Her eyes widened, and her face broke into a huge smile. She clasped her hands together and said excitedly "Really Jignesh bhai... " But then her face dropped and she said in a dull voice "But my parents will never allow that." "Don't you worry about that baby" I assured her "Your dad will never come to know about it ... and I will convince your mom" On hearing this, she clapped her hands in joy, and jumped up and down like a little girl. Once again, she threw her arms around me and said "Oh thank you Jignesh bhai ... thank you ... thank you". Since the door was open, I pushed her away quickly, and patting her cheek, told her "Now you go, and come back early by about 1:30 in the afternoon. By that time I would have spoken to your mom, and we will be able to go and finish shopping before your mom comes back. She trotted off gaily, waving her bye to me. "Jignesh, you devious bastard..." I thought to myself, as I closed the door behind her. After Jigna left, I called up a friend of my dad's who ran a boutique garment store for women in the city. He was naturally thrilled to receive my call. The news of our family's windfall was by now known to most of our friends. I explained to him that I would be coming to his shop with the daughter of one of our family friends, and that I intended to buy some clothes of significant value. I also added that I would be over the next week or so bringing more customers to his shop. "Of course beta, I will be more than happy to be of service to you. I won't be at the shop, but I will make sure my staff attends to your needs well" he replied effusively. I hung up after fixing up an appointment for 3 o'clock at his store.

At noon, Kalpana aunty rang the bell, as was the routine to deliver my lunch. By then I had changed into my slacks & t-shirt. I opened the door and greeted her warmly. She smiled, and came in. She went into the kitchen to serve the food for me. I followed her, and said "Oh don't bother about that aunty, I will manage on my own." "No beta, at least allow me to do something for you. You have been so kind to us..." she replied with a smile. My eyes watched her as she transferred the contents of the tiffin box into various plates & bowls. She had tied the pallu of her sari around her waist, and from where I stood, I could see the bottom half of her heavy breasts in the blouse. My cock stirred as I admired her huge butt, encased tightly in her sari.

As she lifted her hand to wipe her brow with the sleeve of her blouse, I got a glimpse of her whole right breast in the blouse. They were big, and because of her broad structure, spread broad over her chest as well. As she wiped her brow, I also noted that her blouse was torn at the armpit, and the cloth was soaked with sweat. I made a mental note of that. She served me the food, and sat watching me with a smile on her face, her face resting on her hands. We chatted casually as I ate. Once In finished, she cleared the plates, and even washed them, in spite of my protests.

As she came back to the living room, wiping her hands on her pallu, I said "Aunty, can you sit for a while ... there is something I want to discuss with you." "Of course beta" she said promptly and sat down on the sofa. I went and sat next to her, as close as I could, with my thighs touching her thighs. I took her hand in hers, and caressing the top of her palms, I told her about my plan to buy some clothes for Jigna to wear for her tour. She listened as I spoke, and was quite for some time after I finished. "Beta, I don't know what to say. You have already done so much for us ... and now this. I don't know whether I can bear the weight of your generosity. And I don't want to spoil Jigna by pampering her too much..." she said. I got off the sofa, and knelt down on the floor in front of her.

Placing my hands on her thighs, I said "Aunty, please don't talk this way. You make me feel like I am 'paraya' (just an acquaintance), and not one of you." Seeing the expression on my face, she smiled weakly, and placing her palm on my cheeks, said "OK beta, as you wish. Just don't tell Jatin about this ... I don't know how he will react." I smiled, and stood up. She too got up to leave. I saw her to the door and closed the door behind her.
As I had told, Jigna landed up at my door just before half past two. I was ready. We left for the city on my bike. Once again, she put her arms around my waist, and held on to me, and I enjoyed the feel of her young firm breasts pressing against my bike. We reached the store, and I was glad to step into the air-conditioned environment after the heat outside. As I introduced myself, the store manager leapt up from his chair, and shook hands with me vigorously. "Naresh sir told me you would be coming, sir" he said effusively, still shaking my hands. Jigna was looking around the store in awe. Being a high-end boutique store, it was every girl's dream come true, with everything from apparel, to footwear, to lingerie, swimwear, and accessories. Being afternoon, there were sparsely any customers. The store manager led me to the first floor, where a sales girl was waiting obediently. Turning to me, he said "Sir, this is Sapna. She will assist you in selecting whatever you need for this young lady here".

The girl stepped forward with a smile, and said "Hello, sir". I stretched my hand out and shook hands with her, looking into her eyes with a smile. She was attractive alright. She seemed about 21 or 22. She was dark by any standards, but had very attractive features. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, as was the norm for sales girls. She was dressed in a uniform of sorts comprising of a plain white shirt and a pair of black ladies trousers. She was of medium height, and through her loose shirt, I could see she had a pair of decent tits. The store manager departed saying "If you need any help, just call me, sir. If you don't mind, I need to go down to tend to some work". I nodded my assent, and he left.

Jigna had already wandered off, and was looking around the store wide-eyed, and biting her nails, enthralled at the sight of the stuff on display in the store. The sales girl stood looking at me expectantly. Pulling out my wallet, I walked up to her, and with a smile, spoke in a hushed voice. "See I don't have any experience in buying things for girls, so I need your help. I want you to pick some stuff that makes her look really sexy" I said looking into her eyes, with a smile, and followed it up with a conspiratory wink for effect. I extracted a 500 rupee note from my wallet, and pressed it into her hand. "This is for you, Sapna ... make her happy, and I will be happy." I could see her eyes light up when she saw the money. Sliding it quickly inside the pocket of her trousers, she nodded her enthusiastically, saying "I understood you, sir ... I won't disappoint you." I called out to Jigna, who came hurrying to me. "OK Sapna, I want you to pick a few pairs of well fitting jeans for her." The girl got to work immediately, and took Jigna's waist measurement, which turned out to be 26. She led us to a rack of Lee Cooper jeans, which were the latest to hit the market, and pulled out a couple and showed them to Jigna.

Jigna ran her fingers through the denim appreciatively, and nodded her head with a big smile, indicating she liked them. She turned around the jeans, and gasped when she saw the price tag on one. None of them were less than 1800 rupees. I put my hands on her shoulder, and said "Listen baby, I don't want you to look at the price OK? Just pick whatever you like." She nodded her head silently. The sales girl gave her one pair, and asked her to try it on. She led her to the trial room, as I waited outside. The girl excused herself for a minute, and went to another chamber at one corner of the shop. After a minute, I heard Jigna call out from the trial room "Jignesh bhai, can you come here one minute please?" I went up to the trial room, and my heart missed a beat when I saw the sight she presented.

She had put on the jeans alright, but since she was wearing a petticoat under her college uniform shirt & skirt, she hand pulled up the petticoat, and was holding it bunched together along with the tail of her shirt, at her waist. "How does it look, Jignesh bhai ... is the fit good?" she asked me innocently. The jeans fit her beautifully, accentuating her sexy butt. "She sure has a great ass" I thought to myself. I walked up to her, and looked at her appreciatively. "It fits you on your thighs very well Jigna, but I am not able to make out how it fits you on your hips. Why don't you do one thing? Take off your petticoat, and just wear the jeans with your shirt ... then we will be able to see the fit better..." I told her. She bobbed her head again, and closed the door of the trial room again.
As I sauntered back to the main area, I saw the sales girl Sapna waiting for me. But there was a transformation to her now. She was looking visibly freshened up, and her hair also had been tidied up. As I walked up to her, I could smell the fresh fragrance of some spicy perfume. But what caught my attention was the fact that she had now left the top two buttons of her uniform shirt open, showing a hint of her cleavage, and all of her neck. "Aah, the bitch is trying to seduce me..." I grinned to myself inwardly. I walked up to her with my hands tied behind my back, and when I was next to her, I bent forward and said softly with a smile "You look great, Ms. Sapna" She almost blushed, and her hand instinctively went up to tuck inside an stray strand of hair, as she replied "Oh, thank you sir." I just smiled back at her.

Jigna called out to me again from the trial room, and I went back. What I saw made my cock stiffen up instantly. The sexy teenager, had removed her slip, and was now standing looking at me expectantly in the jeans and only her white shirt. She had a wide smile on her face as she asked me "Now how does it look Jignesh bhai?" I nodded my head slowly; putting on a scrutinizing look on my face, as I consciously looked at her jeans and not her torso.

The shirt was covering her waist completely, and as I came closer to her, I saw her bare perky tits protruding through the thin fabric of her white shirt. Since the light in the trial room above the mirror was behind her, I could see the silhouette of her body thru the thin shirt. I swore I could see the dark tips of her delicious breasts, and her nipples protruding through the shirt. I dragged my eyes away from her chest, and tried to focus on her jeans. I asked her to turn around. "Just lift up your shirt a little bit, Jigna ... I want to see how it fits you on your waist" I instructed her. She did that without any hesitation, and I noted that her sexy round butt filled out the jeans well. Her twin butt cheeks were looking eminently squeezable in the tight jeans.

Once again I asked her to turn around towards me, and on the pretext of inspecting the fit, I placed my hands on the exposed part of her waist which was showing as she was holding the shirt up. Her soft skin was hot to touch. I casually lifted the end of the shirt higher near her belly, on the pretext of inspecting, and was greeted with the sight of her sexy belly and belly button, with just the hint of some hair trailing down into the 'V' of her crotch. I stepped back, and looking at her said "This looks great, baby ... let's take this." She clapped her hands in joy and exclaimed "Oh great ... I also loved this." Putting my hands on my hips, I said to her "Jigna, just stand up straight, and pose for me ... I want to see how good you look." "How bhaiya?" she asked me naively. "Oh, just put your hands on your hips, throw your shoulders back, and jut your hips out to one side" I said, demonstrating how it was to be done. She did that immediately.

As she placed her hands on her hips, swung her hip provocatively to one side, and threw back her shoulders, I could see her firm perky tits straining against the thin shirt. My cock was beginning to get really uncomfortable inside my pants now. "Like this, bhaiya?" she asked me expectantly. "Umm ... perfect. Now do one more thing dear. Push your shirt collar back and open the top button of your shirt" I said conversationally, all the while looking at her body in a most professional manner. She hesitated for a moment, and then immediately obeyed me. As she opened the top button of her shirt, pushed the collar back, and posed for me again with her hands on her hips; I almost wanted to grab her and take her there & then in the trial room. Her breasts were incredibly firm, as the stood out straight, and strained against her shirt. With great difficulty, I pulled my eyes off her and said, "Ok, that's great ... now let's go pick a few more".

As I came back to the main display area, the sales girl said to me "Sir, no other customer will be allowed here, so you can tell baby ji to come out and show you her dresses, if you like. You can sit her comfortably in the sofa here." That was cool with me, so I asked Jigna to come out. As Jigna walked wearing the jeans and the shirt, the sales girl immediately noticed her bra-less breasts jiggling free under her shirt. She turned to look at me with a question in her eyes. I let a brief smile flicker on my face and winked at her. She smiled back and nodded her head, seemingly to say that she understood. The sales girl helped Jigna select two more jeans, and finally she had selected a total of 3 pairs.

Next I wanted to pick some tops or t-shirts for her to go with the jeans. Again the girl selected a few tight round-neck t-shirts, some polo neck t-shirts, and some spaghetti strap tight tops for Jigna. She knew what I was looking for, and I smiled my approval at her as she handed over the clothes for Jigna to take into the trial room. As Jigna left, she came up to me and said "Sir, to wear these tops, I think baby ji should wear a bra. Otherwise..." and her voice trailed off. I nodded my head in understanding, and told her with a smile, "You tell her that, but first let me see how she looks as is with just the top." Again she blushed, but this time returned my naughty smile with a flirtatious one of her own. As I settled down comfortably on the sofa, I patted the seat on my side and beckoned her to come. She came and sat down at my side with a smile, albeit at a respectable distance.
Soon Jigna came out, and seeing her now, I knew this chick had potential. She looked incredibly sexy, in the tight figure hugging three-quarter length blue jeans, and a tight round neck white t-shirt (with a teddy bear on the chest) that left a inch of bare flesh exposed at her belly. As she posed in front of me with the same expectant look in her eyes, I couldn't help but look at the way her breasts looked in the tight top. The tightness of the t-shirt gave a nice shape to her perky breasts, and I could see her perky nipples poking thru the thin fabric. "You look sexy, Jigna" I commented, much to her joy.

As she hopped back to the changing room, I nodded at Sapna, who immediately followed her. Soon she re-appeared, and went to a section where lingerie and undergarments were on display. She picked up a couple of colored t-shirt bras, as well as white & black ones, and came up to me to show them to me for approval. I nodded, and she disappeared into the passage of the trial room to hand them over to Jigna. Soon Jigna appeared again, this time sporting a different polo-neck t-shirt, and there was a wide grin on her face. She beckoned to me excitedly, and when I walked up to her, she whispered excitedly in my ears "You know Jignesh bhai, that didi has given me a bra to wear ... this is the first time I am wearing a bra ... it feels really nice ... how does it look?" "It looks fantastic, dear" I told her. The sales girl Sapna stood at a distance watching us with an amused look on her face.

Once we had finished with her clothes, I called the sales girl aside, and told her to pick some sexy matching lingerie (bra & panties) for Jigna. She picked quite a few really sexy pairs, the ones with a wire-support at the base, and of the satin-cum-lace material, and in various colors like red, blue, black, lavender etc. That's when I realized that Jigna needed a 32-B sized bra. The erection I had was beginning to subside now, when I heard Jigna call out to me from the trial room again. When I walked up to the room and opened the door, I was presented with yet another dick-raising sight. There is no sight sexier that a girl posing for you, clad in a pair of great jeans and a black bra. That's what Jigna wanted to show me. She seemed a little shy, and held her hands rigidly by her side as she asked me haltingly "Jignesh bhai, I just wanted to hear from you whether these bras which didi has given me ... suit me?" "Suit you! Baby, they are awesome! You don't know how sexy you look in these" I responded enthusiastically. Her face lit up again when she heard that, and she posed excitedly for me with her hands on her hips.

She looked every young man's dream now ... a teenage bitch posing in a bra. I reached out to her on the pretext of adjusting the strap on her shoulder, and felt her bare skin. My hands trembled slightly as I touched her, and I brushed my fore-arm on the swell of her breasts. Her perky tits felt incredibly firm to my touch, but she hardly realized what I was doing. Still fidgeting with her strap, I said "You know baby, I want to buy you a bikini too ... incase you go to some place where there is a beach, you could wear one, you know..." I said hopefully. "Oh no, bhaiya" she responded "We will be going to a beach, but how can I wear a bikini..." she said shyly. "But I would still like to have one..." she added quickly. I grinned inwardly when I heard that.

I quickly gave instructions to Sapna, who returned with a sexy two-piece bikini. I left Jigna alone to wear it. Once she was done, I returned to have a look. This time, it was even better than ever. Imagine a sexy young dusky 16-year old teenage girl, with a body just beginning to blossom, in a two-piece black bikini with red polka dots. And to add to the sexiness, this was the type that had just strings to tie the bikini-top around the neck & back, and strings tying the bikini bottom around the waist. For once Jigna was distinctly shy, as she stood in front of me fidgeting with her hands. My cock was ready to burst out of its pants now. She looked ravishing enough to eat. The bikini-bra barely covered her mounds, and showed a fair bit of the flesh of her perky tits. The bikini-panty was even skimpy, just about covering the mound of her pussy & ass, with just the thin strings tied on either side of her hips.

I asked her to turn around, and as she did, I feasted my eyes on her bare back with just the string tied in a knot at her back, and her incredibly sexy rounded fleshy butt. Since her back was towards me, she was looking at the expression on my face in the mirror in front of her. I smiled at her in the mirror and walking up close to her, decided to take a chance. I put my arms around her from behind, and hugged her from behind with my arms pressed on her belly. I rested my chin on her shoulders; pressing my crotch into her butt, I whispered into her ears, "Jigna, you know you are the sexiest girl I have ever seen". Before she could say anything, I planted a quick kiss on her shoulder, and disengaged. She turned around and looked at me with a shy smile. Seeing her comfortable, I reached out and gently touched the skin below her neck, and ran my fingers down till I could feel the firm flesh of the upper portion of her breasts. She shivered at my touch, but didn't do anything to stop me.

To Be Continued ....

[Heisenberg]

Part - 3

I decided enough was enough for today, and told her that we could leave if she was done. As she was changing back into her college uniform clothes, we picked up some footwear for Jigna, and also some accessories like belts, purses etc. When we were through, I went back to Sapna, the sales girl, and pressed another 500 rupee note into her hand. "This is also for you, Sapna. Thank you very much for your help." She smiled gratefully as she took the money from me, and responded with a bow of her head and a smile "It was my pleasure, sir."

As I was settling the bill in cash at the counter, the sales girl stood by with the bags in her hand. The store manager once again thanked me effusively for coming to his store, and said he hoped it was a pleasant experience. I said it was indeed a pleasant experience, and that it was thanks to Sapna for making it one. The girl's face beamed in pride when I praised her in front of her manager. When the cashier returned the change to me, which was some 650-odd bucks, I slid the money across the counter to where Sapna was standing, and said to her, "This is for you, Ms. Sapna ... for your excellent service." Her eyes widened in surprise at being tipped yet again, and she managed to blurt out "Oh, than you sir ... thank you very much."

I walked out with Jigna before her or the sales manager could say anything. On our way back home, Jigna hugged me even tighter than before, this time resting her head on my shoulder. I responded in kind by caressing her knees. When we reached home, seeing the number of bags in our hand, Kalpana aunty clutched her mouth in shock and exclaimed "Oh beta, how many clothes have you bought for this silly girl ... you will spoil her this way..." I replied "Relax aunty ... trust me." She prepared tea, and after drinking that, I said I would go home and come back with the money for Jatin bhai. I was back in a jiffy, and within an hour's time Jatin bhai was home. He was mighty happy to see me. As Kalpana aunty served him tea, I slid the envelope in which I had put the money, across the table to him. He picked it up, and after glancing at the contents inside, he jumped up from his chair, and coming over to me pumped my hand gratefully, saying thanks over & over again. Kalpana aunty just looked at me with a grateful look in her eyes. As he went into his room to keep the money in his locker, Kalpana aunty requested me to stay back for dinner. I naturally agreed.

Kalpana aunty and Jigna served dinner. While eating, Jatin bhai suggested that I sleep over at their place that night. My heart leapt at the thought, but I kept myself sufficiently aloof, and pretended to be unsure about the idea. Seeing my reluctance, Kalpana aunty also intervened, and requested that I sleep over at their place. "We don't have an AC in the house like yours Jignesh bhai, but we will be very happy if you sleep over here today", she said sweetly. Jigna also chimed in saying "Please stay back ... please ... please ... please..." I laughed, and said "OK, if all of you are insisting so much, I will".

Upon my agreeing, mother & daughter got busy in readying the bedroom for me to sleep in. The house had two bedrooms, one occupied by Jatin bhai & Kalpana aunty, and the other shared by Dharmesh (who was now staying with his aunt) and Jigna. They insisted on me sleeping in the main bedroom, while they would adjust between the other bedroom and the living room. But I was adamant on not disturbing their daily routine, and put my foot down and said that I would sleep in the other bedroom on their son's bed. I kept my fingers crossed hoping the two of them would not have any concerns about me sleeping in the same room as their teenage daughter. Thankfully, they didn't, and I felt my cock stir thinking of the opportunities this could potentially lead to.

Since I had not carried any night clothes, Kalpana aunty gave me one her husband's lungis, and modestly said "I hope you don't mind this, beta ... I don't have any other clothes to offer you." I dismissed her reluctance, and changed into the lungi and my vest. Jatin bhai staggered to the bedroom, and called Kalpana aunty to join him. She said she would join him after finishing washing the dishes, even Jigna went into the bedroom to sleep. I kept Kalpana aunty company in the kitchen, as she washed the vessels, while I generally chatted up with her, and took every opportunity to look at her heavy body in as much detail as I could through her sari.

On finishing her work, she wished me good night, and headed to their bedroom. I noted that she closed the door. I entered the other bedroom, and saw that Jigna was in one of the beds, and seemed fast asleep. She had a sheet covering herself, and so I could not see anything of her body. I switched off the light and lay down on the other bed across the room, which used to be her brother's. My cock had been straining to get out of my undies all the day long, and with the intent of giving it some room, I took off my undies before lying down. It crossed my mind that the lungi might come off in the night, and I might be seen in an awkward position if anyone in the house woke up in the morning before I did. But then, I also wanted to see how far I could go with the women in this house.

With a sigh, I slid my hand inside the lungi and slowly started stroking my rigid cock. I desperately wanted to ejaculate and had removed my handkerchief from my jeans precisely for that reason. There was some light filtering into the room, from the streetlights outside the window, and also from the cracks of the adjacent bedroom where Jatin bhai & aunty were. I glanced towards the sleeping form of Jigna, and slowly proceeded to stroke my cock to full hardness. After a while, my thoughts were broken by a whisper. "Jignesh bhai, Jignesh bhai, are you awake?" it was Jigna whispering to me from her bed. I whispered back "Yes, Jigna". I could sense her thinking of what to say next.

I rose from my bed and went across to hers. I sat down beside her, and saw that she was lying on her side facing me. "What happened, Jigna?" I asked her in a whisper. Her sheet had slid down to her belly, and I saw in the dim light that she was in her petticoat (the slip) which she had worn under her college uniform. Perhaps this was what she slept in every night. It was a cheap white cotton petticoat, which was like a slip, sleeveless of course, and with buttons at the back. It reached above her knees, midway between her thighs and her hips. In the position she lay, I could see the outline of her firm perky breasts pressing through the material of her petticoat. My heart was racing, as I realized how dangerous a position I was in if either of her parents were to wake up and come into the room. I placed my palm on her arms, and whispered hoarsely, "Tell me, Jigna". Her skin felt hot to my touch, and I could almost feel the heat radiating from her body. My instinct told me that she wanted me, and badly at that. My cock was fully erect now, and I was afraid it might scare her off.

But the way I was sitting, and with the darkness in the room, it was unlikely she could see my shaft sticking up thru the lungi. "Jignesh bhai, I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for me. I am so..." her whispering voice trailed off. I squeezed her bare arm, and she responded by snuggling up closer to my thighs. She took my other hand in hers, and kissed it, and then held my hand tucked below her chin touching her neck. "Oh boy, this babe is falling for me..." I thought to myself. "Jigna, my dear ... do you know that Jignesh bhai has always liked you very much ... and ... and..." I paused in between, unsure of whether to say what I wanted to say " I find you very very sexy" I whispered to her. "Really, Jignesh bhai?" she whispered back. I was caressing her bare arm, and slowly slid my arm to her back, and began to rub her back gently, my palms sliding over the buttons at the back of her petticoat. I could feel her body respond to my touches, as she pressed her face closer to my hand which she was holding pressed against her neck.

My heart was hammering with the fear of being discovered, and my rigid cock was quivering under the lungi. "Yes, Jigna ... you are really sexy ... and I find myself very attracted to you" I repeated to her. Her breathing was getting faster, and she squirmed a bit on the bed, squeezing her thighs together. "You are lying Jignesh bhai..." she breathed out " ... you are saying that only to make me happy" she whispered with a pout on her face. "I know I am not sexy ... you have many other girl friends like Sushma didi and Neelam didi who are really so sexy..." she continued. "Oh man" I groaned inwardly, "this hot little thing has been keeping tabs on who visits my house." She was talking about two girls from my college who used to visit me often. I'd had my share of fun with them, but that's another story.

I decided it was time to strike when the iron was hot. With another scared glance at the closed door of the other bedroom (where the lights were still on), I took her hand in mine, and placed it on my rigid boner which was now towering through my lungi. "Now do you believe me Jigna ... see what you have done to me" I said softly to her. I felt a shudder pass through her body, as I wrapped her small hands around my cock through the lungi, and squeezed them. A small gasp escaped her, as she stiffened. "Now do you believe me, baby?" I repeated softly. She let out a hoarse whisper "Yes, Jignesh bhai, I..." and her voice trailed off once again.

That was all the assurance I needed ... and I started to rub her back with a little more pressure with my left hand, feeling the fabric of her petticoat, while my right hand started caressing her cheeks and neck with the back of my palm. She did not let go off my cock thru my lungi, and continued to hold it with her hands exactly the way I had made her to. I grew bolder and started to unbutton her petticoat from behind, and within a few moments had opened all the buttons at the back of her petticoat. She made no attempt to stop me. Seeing her willingness, I slid my hand inside her petticoat, and touched the hot skin of her back. Her body shivered at my touch, and she tightened the grip on my cock, albeit thru my lungi.

Her petticoat was now fully opened from the back, and her back was bare from the nape of her neck up to her waist. I could also see her white panties through the opening of her petticoat at her back. In the position she was lying in, sideways facing me, it was difficult for me to feel her breasts by inserting my hands inside her petticoat from behind. Sensing my difficult, she slid my other hand (which she had been holding against her neck) down to her chest, so that my palm was now resting against her firm supple breasts, thru her petticoat. She turned and lay on her back now, with her breasts jutting upwards thru her cotton slip.

I cupped her small yet firm breasts with my palm and squeezed them gently. Her nipples had become erect by now, and were showing thru the thin cotton of her petticoat. She responded by clutching at my cock harder. "Do you want to see Jignesh bhai's thing, baby?" I muttered in a hoarse whisper. A soft moan escaped her lips, which I presumed was a yes from her. I parted my lungi, and bared my stiff cock. She gasped when she saw my rigid boner. I had a reasonably big cock, which swelled to about 7" when fully erect. But more importantly, my cock was thicker than average. "Have you seen this before, Jigna" I asked her softly. "Yes bhai, I have seen..." she seemed to be grappling with words " ... my pappa's one, whenever he and mummy go to the bedroom to do sex." "You mean you have seen your folks having sex, baby!!!" I asked incredulously.

"This girl knows more than I thought", I thought to myself. She's been getting her sex education lessons watching her parents screw. "Jignesh bhai, see the lights are still on in their room ... that means they are doing it now" she whispered to me again. "Come let me show you" saying that she got up quickly on moved silently to the other bedroom's door. As I followed her, I saw how erotic she looked in the white slip, with all the buttons at the back opened ... her back bare. She stopped and knelt at her parents' bedroom door, and pointed to me the numerous cracks on the door, through which light was seeping through. She peeped through one of the cracks, quickly withdrew, and then beckoned me to have a look. I knelt by her side and put my eye to one of the cracks in the door. The scene that met my eyes inside nearly made me cum at that very moment.

The lights were on, and Kalpana aunty was sitting on the bed in just her dark green blouse and petticoat. Jatin bhai lay like a slobbering king on the bed, while Kalpana aunty sat by his side. She was caressing his chest, as they talked. Kalpana aunty was sitting facing the closed the door and I could see how big her breasts were. Though short, she was a broad woman, and consequently her big breasts too seemed to be spread wider on her chest. They were stretched tight in the confines of her blouse, and yet seemed really big. Jatin bhai was absent mindedly fondling her breasts through her blouse, as they went about talking. Soon he slid her hand, which had been caressing his chest, towards his huge pot belly, to the area below thru his lungi. As he parted his lungi, his erect cock came into view. It was a small one by the standards of his bulk, and definitely too small to fill a wide hipped woman like Kalpana aunty. Kalpana aunty took his cock in her hand and started to stroke it up and down with a practiced motion.

He soon muttered something to her, and in response she let go off his cock, and started to open the hooks of her blouse. She got up for a minute, and took off her blouse completely. The sight of her in her petticoat and bra was a feast for my eyes. Then she went back and sat down by his side, again the facing the closed door. Her breasts seemed even bigger, and were straining to get free of the tight confines of the black bra she wore underneath. She then reached behind and unhooked her bra, and with a swift motion pulled it off her ample breasts. And there, bared for her husband, were the breasts of my beloved Kalpana aunty, which I had been thirsting to see for so long.

My cock jerked spontaneously at the sight, and I felt Jigna move by my side. In my excitement, I had almost forgotten she was there next to me. It was an incredible situation. The wife sitting on the bed, in just her petticoat, baring her large heavy breasts, by the side of her husband who was lying prone on his back, his cock sticking out ... while I was stooping forward to peep through one of the cracks on their bedroom door, their teenage daughter sitting in front of me, all the buttons at her back open, peeping through another crack in the daughter. My cock gave another involuntary twitch as I realized how hugely erotic the position was. Kalpana ben now started to stroke her husband's rigid (but small) cock, while her husband squeezed and fondled her big heavy breasts. Her breasts were large, in line with the rest of her body. They were round and full, and rested heavily on her belly with the amount of sag that was natural for her age. Her dark brown nipples and areolas were at attention, as they succumbed to the ministrations of Jatin bhai.

As I glanced at Jigna, I saw that she was squeezing her thighs together watching the scene inside. With a soft groan, I wrapped my hands around her torso from behind, and cupped her firm supple breasts through her slip. A soft moan escaped her lips, as she arched her back to push more of her breasts into my cupped palms. I couldn't resist leaning forward and kissing her on her bare back, which was exposed thanks to my having opened all the buttons of her petticoat. As Kalpana aunty stroked Jatin bhai's cock slowly, he grunted something to her, which made her lean forward towards him, dangling her heavy breasts closer to his now almost fully rigid cock. As she leant forward, she rubbed his hard cock against her heavy breasts and nipples. As she did that, I took off my arms from around Jigna, and instead slid them inside her petticoat, through the opening made by the buttons at the back.

Once again I slid my hands inside her petticoat, and cupped her bare budding breasts with both his hands. I loved the feel of her firm supple breasts in my palms, and her hard nipples were almost burning into my palm. I squeezed her tits gently, and I noticed that she was breathing so heavy now; I thought she would have her orgasm soon. I pressed my hardness against her plump butt, and ground my hips to roll my rigid cock on her fleshy buttocks.

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

His heavy slob of a body shook and shuddered as he came, ejaculating into Kalpana aunties' mouth who continued to suck on him even as he came. I am not sure if she liked doing that, or she was forced to do that since Jatin bhai had held her by the hair on her head, and kept her mouth pressed on his cock. The come dribbled down the corners of her mouth, and she quickly rose up holding her mouth, and dripped down on to her breasts. She began to rise from the bed, which could be only to go to the toilet to rinse her mouth.
That was perhaps the clue for Jigna, and she grabbed my hand and quickly rushed back to her bedroom, pulling me along with her. We went back to our respective beds and lay down quietly, lest they come into the room to check on us. We were in the nick of time. Soon I heard their door open, and someone rinsing the mouth in the basin the bathroom. That had to be Kalpana aunty. It was followed by the heavy footsteps of Jatin bhai staggering to bathroom, and pissing noisily into the pot. I heard the flush of the toilet, and then the sound of the light being switched off. Then there was silence. Only the light from the streetlamps outside filtered into the room. As I lay back, I felt my hard cock twitch. I was aching to cum now.

After waiting for a few more minutes, I got up and crept to the other side of the room, where Jigna's bed was. In the light seeping in from the street lamps, I could see her lying on her side, with the sheet pulled up to her chin. As I neared her bed, she shifted to make place for me on the bed. I sat down on the bed beside her lying form, and placed my hand on her arms. I could see her looking at me with wide-eyed desire, and her body heaving with her shallow breathing. I pulled down the sheet up to her waist, and rubbed her bare arm. She responded by moaning in a soft whisper, "Jignesh bhai..." I bent down towards her, and whispered in her ear. "Jigna, can I kiss you..." She responded with a "Yes..." and pulled my face to hers. As my lips met hers, I felt her shiver. I placed my left hand on her back, and started caressing her bare back where the buttons of the petticoat were still open; and cupping her face with my right hand, I began to kiss her passionately.

She was probably being kissed for the first time, and did not know how to do it. I sucked on her lips to begin with, and wet her lips with my tongue. As her lips parted, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and tangled her tongue with mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and clung to me for dear life as I french-kissed her deep. Gradually, she got the hang of it, and kissed me back. My left hand slid down her back, and cupped her panty-clad buttocks. Jigna's structure was bottom-heavy like her mother's.

She had wide hips, fleshy rounded butt, and heavy thighs. I pulled off the sheet completely as I continued to kiss her, and moved my hand to caress her thighs. I slid it up the hem of her petticoat and felt the smooth skin of her thighs. My other hand which had been holding her face till now, slipped down and cupped her breasts straining against her petticoat. Her breasts were incredibly firm. In fact, they felt muscular! I pulled my mouth off her lips, and moved to her neck. As I ran my tongue along her neck, she let out a soft moan and clutched my hair. I raised my head, and started to pull her open petticoat off her shoulders. She co-operated by letting her arms fall at her sides, allowing me to slide it off her arms as well.

With her petticoat off her torso, pulled down to her waist, I was for the first time, presented with the sight of her beautifully firm tits. Since, she was still lying partly on her side facing me, her twin peaks pressed against each other creating a beautiful crevice in between. With a groan, I pushed her on to her back. As she lay on her back, I pushed her arms above her head to get unrestricted access to her tits. As I gazed at her ripe firm tits jutting out of her chest, I felt my cock begin to ooze pre-cum. She lay with her arms above her head, her mouth slightly open, her chest heaving, and her eyes gazing at me intently, expectantly. I looked back into her eyes, and bringing both hands to her firm breasts, cupped them. I began to rhythmically squeeze them with both hands, occasionally running my finger across her small erect nipples. She squeezed her thighs together, and squirmed on the bed.

With a sigh, I bent forward again, and flicked my tongue across her left nipple. She shuddered in spite of herself, and clutched my hair. I continued to wet her nipples with gently flicks of my tongue, and then finally opened my mouth and sucked in her left breast into my mouth. My mouth clamped down on her hard breasts, and I began to suck on it in earnest, rolling my tongue across her nipple in the process. She was going crazy. She moaned audibly, and her hands grabbed my back and pressed my body to her. I shifted my attention now to her right breast and repeated the process.

After a few minutes of that, I lifted myself up, and sat down on her bed with my back to the wall, and my legs stretched out. I pulled her into my lap, and cradling her head in my arms, once again kissed her lips. Again, I slid my face down and began sucking on her breasts, holding her torso cradled in my left arm. My right arm, which was free, slid down to her thighs and began to pull up her petticoat. My fingers caressed the soft hot skin on the insides of her thighs, and slowly slid up till my palm was resting on the mound of her pussy over her panties. As I rubbed her mound gently thru her panties, she shuddered again and bending her legs at her knees, lifted up her hips to press her crotch harder into my palm.

My fingers found the slit of her pussy through her panty, and as I rubbed there, I realized she was wet, and so was the panty. I hooked my fingers in the elastic of her waistband, and started to pull it down. She responded by raising her hips off the bed, and helping me slide it off her butt. Once her panty was off, she lay there across my lap, her torso cradled in my left hand, and her legs bent at her knees, with her thighs pressed tight together. I parted her thighs with my right hand, and placed my hand on her wet pussy. She had a bit of soft hair on her pussy lips, and as I pressed my palm on the mound, I could feel the heat radiating from her wet pussy. As I looked down on her, it was a sight to behold.

This sexy year old teenager lay in my arm, with her head thrown back, her pert tits jutting out invitingly, and her thighs parted to allow the ministrations of my fingers on her pussy. I slowly slid my middle finger into the slit of her wet pussy, and felt my fingers get coated with her slick juices. As my finger touched her slit, she shuddered uncontrollably again and clamped her thighs together on my hand. I continued to prise open the lips of her cunt, and began to gently rub the slit, occasionally sliding it a little inside the opening of her cunt. As I fingered her pussy, I would also rub her clit on the upper opening of her pussy. My cock, which was throbbing uncontrollably now, was rubbing against but bare thighs, and as she began to buck her hips uncontrollably, she was pressing her thighs on my cock as well. As I continued to finger her wet pussy, I asked her hoarsely "Are you liking this baby ... tell me?" "Yes, yes, yes..." was all she was able to manage.

Sensing that she was getting close to her first orgasm, I stopped, and quickly laid her down on the bed on her back. I shifted down, and placed myself between her thighs on my knees. I lifted her legs, and placed them on my shoulders. She was looking at me intently with longing in her eyes, and her left hand was now involuntarily cupping her breasts. Her body shivered again, as I caressed the smooth skin on the insides of her fleshy thighs. I gently pushed her legs back towards her chest, folding them at her knees, and gradually spread her thighs. The sight she presented now was enough to make any man cum, as she lay on the bed, one hand clutching her sheet, the other hand fondling her breast, her legs pushed back almost all the way up to her breasts, and her thighs spread wide, baring her young virgin pussy for me.

Bending forward, I began to lick the insides of my thighs, slowly moving my tongue towards the V of her crotch. "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she cried out in a hoarse whisper, as she trembled at the thought of what I was going to do next. I lay down between her upraised legs on my stomach, propping myself on my elbows, and gently parted the wet lips of her pussy. Without a word, I reached out with my tongue, and started licking the slit of her pussy. She convulsed at the feel of my tongue on her wet pussy, and grabbed my hair, and clamped her thighs around my head. I held her thigh spread with one hand, as I continued to lash her pussy with my tongue. I pressed my mouth deeper on to her pussy, and started to slide my tongue inside the opening of her pussy, tonguing her harder.

Moving my head back & forth, I began a fucking-like motion of her pussy with my tongue, and occasionally clamping my mouth on her pussy lips, and sucking on them. Jigna was beginning to convulse now, as the throes of an impending orgasm invaded her body. I could hear half crying and half moaning, as she thrashed about wildly on the bed. I had a tough time keeping my mouth on her pussy, as she thrashed about violently. I didn't have to continue for too long, before I felt her body begin to convulse, and her hips begin to buck wildly up and down. Clutching my hair harder, and almost tugging it painfully, she let out a long suppressed cry, "Jignesh bhaiiiiiiii..." as her first orgasm hit her hard. I continued to suck on her relentlessly, till I felt her pussy muscles starting to spasm, and she shuddered through a strong orgasm. I stopped only when she her hips fell back limp on the bed. My mouth and lips were coated with her salty juices, as I took in a deep breath and rested my face on her belly.

After a while, I crawled up and lay down on her, trying not to put my whole weight on her. She was lying with her head to one side, eyes half closed with tears streaming down her face, mouth half open, and her hair disheveled, and breathing hard. I took her face in my hand, and gently kissed her on her lips. "Jigna, my darling ... did you enjoy that?" I asked her in a whisper. She turned her head slowly towards me, and opening her eyes and looking into my eyes, she just wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and pulled my face towards her. She whispered hoarsely in my ears "Yes, Jignesh bhai ... yes, yes, yes ... I loved it ... I love you so much..." I felt a twinge of emotion, when I heard that. After a while, as she was trying to catch her breath, I told her that I would go back to my bed, since I did not want to take a chance with any one of her parents waking up and finding us like this.


To Be Continued ........

[Heisenberg]

Part - 4

I disengaged myself from her arms, and went and lay back on the other bed. I realized I had to shag off again, if I was to have any chance of getting some sleep. My cock was almost sore from the sustained hard-on. I was sweating, and so I took off my vest. I parted the lungi, and slowly started to stroke my cock, spreading the pre-cum which was oozing out liberally all over my cock. Just as I was beginning to increase the tempo of my stroking, I heard a shuffling noise, and suddenly Jigna was there standing next to my bed. She was still clutching the petticoat which I had taken off her torso, around her waist, as she gazed at my erect cock in the light of the streetlamps from outside the window. Without a word, she sat down by my side. "Jignesh bhai..." she whispered to me "I ... I..."she hesitated "I want to do for you the same thing that mummy did for pappa..." she blurted out.
I almost came there & then when I heard that. Fuck! Here was a sweet teenager, sitting next to me with her breasts bared for me, watching me stroke my hard 7-inch cock, and telling me that she wanted to suck me off!!! "Please, Jignesh bhai ... please let me do it for you... "she pleaded in a soft whisper. I felt lust surge through my body as I heard her. "Jigna..." I groaned as I pulled her towards me. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her savagely, my hard shaft pressing against her belly. When I released her, she sat up again, and looked at me lovingly, her soft hands caressing my chest. Slowly, hesitatingly, her hands slid down till they reached my rigid shaft, which was standing straight up. "Take it in your hand baby..." I encouraged her. Tentatively, she took my hard cock in her hand, staring intently at it, and slowly she began to stroke it up and down, just as she had seen her mother do for her father. "Do it a little harder, Jigna..." I whispered hoarsely.

She clutched my cock hard, and began to pump it awkwardly, pulling my foreskin down completely, causing me pain. "Owww ... easy baby, easy..." I winced. "Not that hard Jigna ... a little gently" I told her. There was fear in her eyes now, as she took hold of me again and began to stroke. This time it was just right. "Am I doing it right, bhaiya?" she asked in a husky voice. "Yes baby, you are doing just right ... it feels really good" I breathed. As she got the hang of it, she began to stroke me faster, and I began to feel my balls filling up, and my cock getting ready to spurt. I didn't want it to end, so I caught her hand to make her to stop. "Sit on top of me Jigna..." I whispered urgently. She quickly climbed on top of me, and sat down on my waist with her knees on either side of my belly.

I gazed up at her, as the light from with windows fell on her body. She looked so desirable sitting there, her hair tied in a single pony, her petticoat pulled off her shoulders and bunched together at her waist, and looking at me intently with a mixture of love & lust in her eyes. My erect cock was pressing against her fleshy ass, and I could feel her still wet pussy & cunt hair rubbing against the lower part of my belly. I reached up and cupped her firm erect tits, and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my hips so that my cock rubbed against the crack of her sexy butt.

She threw her head back, and sighed as I did that. "Suck on me Jigna" I whispered hoarsely. She quickly got off me, and sat down next to me once again. Taking my turgid cock in her hand again, she bent down quickly, and paused to look at my cock again, staring at it with a mixture of fear & lust in her eyes. I could now feel her hot breath on my cock, which was jerking spasmodically. She licked her lips involuntarily. After a moment's hesitation, she closed her eyes and opening her mouth, took the swollen head of my cock in the mouth. "Aahhh..." I moaned with pleasure, as I felt her hot mouth envelop the head of my cock.

She held it in her mouth for a moment, adjusting the feel & taste of a man's cock in her mouth. I was praying she wouldn't gag. Then I felt her tentatively move her tongue and run it on the head of my cock. I clutched at her hair and held her head in place, resisting the urge to ram her head down on my cock. Gently she began a sucking motion, like how she would suck on a lollipop. Holding her by her head, I began to gently push her head up and down on my cock, taking care not to push it too deep into her throat. The sight of this sexy teenage college-girl, with her mouth stretched and lips forming an 'O", was a sight to behold.

Gradually she got the hang of it, and began to bob her head up and down, and sucking on my cock at the same time. I held on to her head by her hair, and guided her mouth moving on my cock. She was still clutching the base of my cock hard as she was sucking me. "Jigna..." I whispered. "Umm..." she responded, unable to speak with my thick cock in her mouth. "Jigna, take your hands off me, and open your eyes and look at me as you suck on me..." I breathed heavily. She let go off the hand clutching my cock, and opening her eyes, tilted her head upwards, so that she was looking at me as my cock moved in & out of her mouth. The sight of her innocent face sucking on my cock was the last straw for me, and I felt my balls begin to tighten, readying them to send my semen shooting out through my cock.

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

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

We lay there quietly in that position as I waited for my breathing to come back to normal. After a while, I pushed her off me and got up. Taking my handkerchief which I had kept under the pillow, I wet it with the bottle of drinking water that had been kept near the bed. First I wiped my cum of her chin, breasts and belly with the wet cloth, and then proceeded to wipe it off my belly and chest as well. She just sat their quietly, watching me with affection as I cleaned her up. I then buttoned up her petticoat, and led her to her bed. As she lay down, I bent forward and kissed her on her lips once again. After tucking her in, as I was about to turn back, I felt her grab my hand. As I turned, she whispered "I love you, Jignesh bhai..." With a twinge of remorse, I replied "I love you too, baby..." With that she went back, even as I collapsed on my bed, and within no time was fast asleep
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The next morning, I woke up to someone shaking me vigorously and calling out "Jignesh bhai, Jignesh bhai, wake up..." As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of a fresh-faced Jigna sitting by my bed and smiling down upon me. She smelt of some fresh soap after her bath, and was dressed in her uniform, ready to go to college. I just smiled, as the memories of the previous night came back to me in a rush. I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. She responded with an eagerness that surprised me. She pulled away hastily as we heard Kalpana aunty call from the kitchen "Has Jignesh bhai woken up Jigna?" "Yes, mummy" she hollered back and quickly stood up from the bed.

Soon Kalpana aunty came into the room holding a tray with a cup of steaming hot tea for me. She looked at me fondly, as she placed the tray on the bedside table. "Did you sleep well, beta?" she asked with a smile. "Oh yes aunty, I had a great night" I replied with a smile, and saw Jigna smiling naughtily at me from behind her mother. She then said bye to both of us and rushed off to college. Jatin bhai had apparently left early in the morning to the bank, with the money I had given him yesterday.

Sipping my tea, as I looked at Kalpana aunty, who was making the other bed, my cock twitched as the vision of her sucking her husband's cock yesterday night, with her heavy breasts resting on his thighs, flashed before my eyes. "Aunty" I spoke up "I need your help to find me one or two domestic servants, who can clean the house, wash my clothes, and also utensils if there are any ... do you know anyone who will work?" I asked innocently. "Of course beta, I had wanted to suggest that to you myself for some time now. With you alone, you need some servants at home" she replied. "Since we don't have any servants in our house, I will speak to Sarla bhabhi, and ask her to tell the two girls who work there to come to your house also" she continued. I smiled inwardly as I heard that.

Sarla bhabhi, as all the neighborhood ladies called her, was a 36-year old housewife who lived in the house right next to mine. I had only one word to describe her. Cock-teasing bitch! They had a son who was a couple of years younger to me, and her husband worked in some local press, the work keeping him out of town most weeks in a month. She was alone at home these days, as her son had gone to his maama's (her brother) place for his summer vacations. And as for the two girls that Kalpana aunty mentioned, who worked at Sarla bhabhi's place, they were the very two girls, Pushpa and Rani; I had mentioned earlier, whom I used to spy on as they bathed in the washing area in the afternoons. "Now things are really beginning to fall in place" I thought with a grin to myself.

I left for my house soon after, and got round to finishing my morning work-out and ablutions. At around 11 in the morning, I heard the doorbell ring. I wondered who it was at this time of the day. It was too early for Kalpana aunty to come to deliver my lunch. I pulled on a sleeveless Jockey vest on my blue jeans, and opened the door. Jigna stood at the door, with a big smile on her face. "Jigna! What are you... "before I could finish, she rushed into the house past me, dragging another girl in with her by her hand. She quickly closed the door, and turned to me with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry Jignesh bhai" she spoke quickly "but we bunked classes today and so I did not want anybody to see me coming here" she explained. "This is my classmate and best friend in college, Sejal" she said, pointing to the other girl whom she had brought along. "Hi Sejal" I said automatically, and extended my hand.

She seemed surprised, and after a moment of hesitation, extended her hand to me, as we exchanged a limp handshake. It was evident that both girls and cut classes to come here, as they were both dressed in their college uniform of a beige skirt and white shirt with a dark brown tie. As I asked them to sit down on the sofa in the living room, my eyes appraised the other girl; and what I saw did not disappoint me. Sejal was a plump girl, slightly shorter than Jigna, but not as dark. She was wheat complexioned, and her hair was tied back in a single pony tail. She had pleasant, round face, with chubby cheeks and thick lips. If Jigna's face was sexy, I could call Sejal's face cute. There was an innocent look to her face and mannerisms which was very alluring.

But what caught my attention was her body. If Jigna's body was well developed, Sejal's was definitely over developed, if not more. To be frank, I had never seen such a big pair of breasts on a 16 year old. The whole front portion of her white shirt, from the collar to the waist where it was tucked inside her shirt, seemed to be occupied by a pair of really big breasts. They were definitely not the perky firm breasts of a 16 year-old, but the full heavy breasts of a much older woman. They were well rounded and seemed very fleshy, in the confines of her college uniform shirt. And the fact that her collar was buttoned up on account of the tie around her neck, only served to accentuate the shape of her big racks. I estimated that she was at least a 34-C, if not a 36-C.
She was plump alright, with a well stacked butt, and nice fleshy calves. As she sat there demurely, with her hands on her knees, twiddling with the hem of her skirt, I was absent mindedly checking her out; I realized that Jigna was speaking to me. Coming out of my reverie, I apologized "Sorry Jigna, but my mind was elsewhere, and I did not hear what you were saying." She started talking "Jignesh bhai, today we gave the fees for the college picnic tour. Sejal is also coming. She is my best friend, so I thought I will introduce her to you. I was telling her how you helped me to go for this." She continued, "If I were not to go, Sejal was also planning to cancel her going. We are best friends ... so we are always together."

I nodded in understanding and said "I see..." But I still couldn't understand why she had got her friend to meet me. Not that I minded it. "What does this girl have in mind?" I wondered to myself. "So you see, Jignesh bhai, Sejal was very happy that I am able to come ... and she said she wanted to say thank you to you" continued Jigna. "Isn't that so, Sejal?" prompted Jigna, looking at Sejal. The girl was suddenly caught unawares, and I figured this was not part of their plan. She looked up, her eyes darting from me to Jigna, and replied in a small voice "Uh, um ... yes, thank you, Jignesh bhai ... thank you very much..." and her voice trailed of. She had a nice girlie voice, very thin. She went back to fidgeting with her skirt, and looking down at the floor.

As Jigna was speaking to me, I noticed that Sejal was glancing at me, but she would turn away quickly whenever I looked at her, and go back to pulling her skirt down to her knees. As she sat there with her knees pressed together, I felt a surge of desire for this ripe teenager course through me. I was aware that she kept glancing at my muscular arms, which were bare in the sleeveless Jockey vest that I was wearing. "But bhaiya, now Sejal is again saying she will not come" complained Jigna. "And why is that?" I asked. "You see bhaiya, Sejal and I were the only two girls who were planning to wear Punjabi dresses ... churidars or salwar-kameez" continued Jigna. "But today when I told her that you had bought me all those nice western clothes, and I was planning to wear jeans & t-shirts, she said that then she will be the only one wearing traditional clothes" explained Jigna with her eyes on Sejal.

Sejal looked at her tentatively, as if admonishing her for sharing all this with me, and then turned to look at me with something like guilt & shame in her eyes. "She feels that she does not look good in western clothes, so she does not have any" said Jigna. "She thinks that she is too fat", Jigna continued. "Tell me Jignesh bhai, do you think Sejal is fat?" Jigna asked me in a challenging tone. "Of course not" I responded emphatically "Who said that? Anyone who thinks that Sejal is fat is an idiot" I said with finality. Jigna brightened up instantly, and turning to Sejal, told her "See, I told you. You never believe me. Now do you believe it ... Jignesh bhai himself is saying that."

Poor Sejal squirmed uncomfortably in her place. "Please tell her to come no bhaiya. She is not listening to me. If you tell her, she will listen" pleaded Jigna with me. I stood up from where I was sitting opposite them, and went and sat down next to Sejal. She looked at me with hesitation as I sat next to her. The poor girl was distinctly uncomfortable already, and I didn't want to make it any worse for her, so I sat at a respectable distance. "Now listen to me, Sejal" I spoke in a soothing voice "You are Jigna's friend, so I will speak honestly with you. In my opinion, you are a very beautiful girl. I don't have any reason to lie to you." I continued. "Yes, you are not slim like some other girls, but you are not fat either. You are NOT fat, OK?" I said with finality.

She looked at me with that doleful expression in her eyes, and nodded her head. I decided to make my first move then. Placing my hands on her knees, I continued in a calm voice "And to tell you the truth, you have a very good figure. You are plump, but you have a curvy body. And so I think you will look very good in western outfits." As soon as my hands touched her knees, she had stiffened visibly. I could feel her fleshy knees through the fabric of her skirt. Leaning towards her, and looking into her eyes, I put my arms on her shoulder, and asked "Do you believe me, Sejal". "Ye ... Yes, bhaiya" she stammered, her eyes fluttering, and glancing at Jigna, and then me shyly.

As my hands rested on her shoulder, I could see through her white shirt that she was wearing the same kind of white petticoat under her uniform. The only difference was that unlike Jigna, I could feel the shoulder strap of a bra beneath her petticoat. Of course, with the kind of tits she had, she had to wear a bra. "Now that's like a good girl" I said with a smile, patting her knee. She smiled back weakly at me. "So now will you promise me that you will also go for the tour?" I asked her with a smile. She hesitated, and then stuttered "But ... but, I don't ... I don't have any western clothes, bhaiya" Before I could say anything, Jigna jumped in and said "See bhaiya, now she is giving another excuse for not coming. I told her..." Jigna hesitated for a moment "I told her that Jignesh bhai will buy the clothes for you ... won't you, Jignesh bhai?" she chimed in a sweet pleading voice.

"Ahh, so that's what this is all about" I thought to myself "This little bitch wants to me to buy clothes for her friend also" I inwardly smiled to myself. "Of course ... is that something to even ask?" I shot back instantly. Turning to Sejal, I said "See, now you are my friend also ... and so I have a right to do that. Don't I?" I asked her with a flattering smile on my face. The poor girl was probably overwhelmed, and didn't no what to say. She turned towards Jigna with a pleading look in her eyes "But ... but, Jigna..." she stammered. "But, what?" I asked her in a firm voice. "No ... noth ... nothing" she responded haltingly immediately. "So that's settled then" I said, standing up. "Let me get your girls something to drink" I said, moving towards the kitchen. As I was taking out a couple of cans of Coke from the fridge, and grabbing my hand, pulled me to a corner of the kitchen which was not visible from the living room. She flung her arms around me, and pressing her hot body to mine, kissed me on my lips passionately. "Oh thank you Jignesh bhai ... thank you so much" she whispered in my ears. "Anything for you, sweetie" I replied with a smile, squeezing her sexy ass cheeks with a smile.

She responded by lifting one leg and wrapping at around my thighs, and pressing her belly my crotch, causing my cock to stir. I pushed her away with a smile and said, "You girls better leave now, because your mother will be here now any moment with my lunch." As I handed over the cans of Coke to the girls, I told her that I'd come by to their college and pick them up at 3:00. Jigna said she would not be able to come, as she had bunked the same class yesterday also. I was more than happy to hear that as that would mean I would have Sejal all by myself. As the two girls left waving their byes to me, I could not help but laugh inwardly at the good fortune that kept coming my way.

Within about 15 minutes of the two kids leaving, Kalpana aunty came by with my tiffin. Today, she excused herself, and said she had to deliver lunch to a couple of other places, and therefore had to leave quickly. However, before leaving she told me that she had spoken to our neighbor Sarla bhabhi regarding the maid servants, and that she would be speaking to me to arrange that. I waved my bye to Kalpana aunty, as she left, her big butt swaying as she walked away. I finished my lunch, and was relaxing on the couch when the doorbell rang again. I opened the door to see my sexy neighbor Sarla bhabhi standing at the door, her hands on her hips, with a stern expression on her face. "Uh-oh" I thought to myself, as I greeted her with a big smile.

Sarla bhabhi was by far the sexiest aunty among the married housewives I lusted for in the colony. At 36, she was almost 6 years younger than Kalpana aunty. Everything about her was flirtatious. The way she wore her sari, the way she walked, the way she talked, to the way she smiled mischievously. While talking to her, one could not help but get the feeling that her eyes conveyed more that her words. To start with, she was incredibly fair, with smooth milky white skin. Her wavy hair was cut shorter than most traditional women, and she tied that in a small pony tail at the back of her head. Her hair also had a liberal tint of golden brown, as she applied mehendi on them. Her face was round and a bit plump, with high cheek bones, and sensuous lips. I had often fantasized about how it would feel to hold her face and shove my cock into that talkative mouth, her luscious lips stretched around my thick cock. She wore a yellow chiffon sari, with white floral print, and white blouse.

She had a moderately plump body, not overweight. Her breasts were average sized, and at 34-C, they were just right for the size of her body. But she too had wide hips, and a fleshy round butt. The way she always wore her sari, well below her navel, accentuated her well rounded belly. That slight fat on her belly & sides only served to make her look sexier to me. Without bothering to return my greeting, she bustled on the house, and closed the door behind her. She turned to me with an indignant look on her face "So now that you have become a big man, you don't even have time to talk to your Sarla aunty, is it?" she asked sternly. "Aunty..." I began to protest, but she cut me off and said "Don't talk to me. I am very angry with you" she said with a hurt look on her face, and turned away from me in a huff.

I smiled to myself and thought "Sali ke nakhre to dekho". (Look at her attitude). She could put a 16-year old to shame with her nakhras (attitude). "Arre aunty, why are you saying that?" I asked in a sufficiently contrite voice. She turned towards me, and spoke "It's been almost a month since your parents left, and have you even once come to meet Sarla aunty?" she asked with irritation. "We live right next to each other, and you don't even have time to come and say hello to me" she complained. Standing in front of me, with her hands on her hips, the pallu of her sari tucked into her waist, and a sexy pout on her lips, she looked incredibly sexy to me. "Haan, ab Kalpana jo tumhara itna khyal rakh rahi hai to tumko hamari yaad kyun aayegi ... kyun, Jignesh bhai?"(Now Kalpana is keeping care of you so why would you think of me Jignesh bahi.) she asked me in a mocking tone, and yet in that teasing, taunting tone of hers. "And today, when you needed a maid servant, you had to speak to Kalpana, but you could not come and talk to me" she muttered again with that fake hurt look on her face, her lips pouting even more.

I smiled at her with all my charm, and said in a placating tone "Oh aunty, please don't say that ... you know you are my favorite aunty ... how can I ever forget you." She just huffed and turned her face sideways. "Just that I was so busy these days aunty, and since Uncle was also at home most of the time, I thought I should not disturb you" I cajoled her. "Maskha mat lagaao mujhe..." she retorted in that same mock hurt tone. "You know that Uncle comes here for one week every month, but he left last week itself; and since then I have been alone" she continued.

Her husband worked in a cloth mill in a nearby city, and stayed there. He usually came home for one week in a month to spend time with his family. "And you also know that Tushar has also gone to my brother's place for his vacation" she continued to crib. Tushar was her teenaged son. "Tumhe pata hai kitni baar main tumhare ghar pe aayi ... tumhara haal poochne ke liye. Maine socha bechara Jignesh beta akela hai ... pata nahi kaise sab sambhal raha hogo. Lekin tum to kabhi ghar par milte hi nahi ho" (Do you know how many times I came to your house to ask about your health. I thought that you were alone so you must have trouble managing everything but you are never at your home) she said, as she plonked herself down on the sofa. I took the chance, and sat down next to her. I took her hands in mine, and said in my most sweet tone "Oh aunty, please don't be angry with me. I will feel very hurt if you are angry with me. I promise you I will come to meet you everyday now. Really, I promise..." I cajoled her, as I squeezed her hand. She just made a face, and turned away from me. "Fuck man, this bitch really knows how to cock tease" I thought to myself.

Taking a deep breath, I got off the sofa, and knelt on the floor on my knees, in front of her. Placing my hands on her thighs, I apologized once again, "Oh aunty, please ... sorry ... please mujhe maaf kar do.(Please accept my apology)" She turned towards me with a half smile on her face, and pouting again, said "Chal hat, aunty ko maskha mat laga..."(Don't charm your aunt) and she broke into a smile. With that she reached out and patted my cheeks, and ruffled my hair. I took my chance again, and taking her hand in mine, kissed it quickly, saying "Oh thank you Sarla aunty ... thank you so much." She blushed when I did that, something that she was quite adept at doing to melt any man, and said to me fondly with a naughty smile "Badmash ... your really know how to flatter a woman." "How can I ever upset such a beautiful and sexy lady like you, aunty" I replied with all my charm. She blushed once again, her cheeks turning red, and slapped me on my hand, saying "Dhat ... jhootha kahinka". (Liar ) Leaning forward, and reaching out, she pulled my cheek.




To Be Continued ....

[Heisenberg]

Part - 5

As she did that, the pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulder, and fell on to her arms. There were two things about Sarla bhabhi that I had noticed quite some time back. First, she always wore her sari very loose around her body when at home, with a loose fitting blouse, and second; she never wore a bra under her blouse at home. As a consequence, one could always notice her breasts swinging in her blouse under her sari when she moved. Now, as her pallu slipped down, my eyes went to her breasts in her white blouse, which had a very deep neck, and had a low cut at the back too. My eyes took in the creamy white skin of her deep cleavage, and the way her milky breasts hung in her loose blouse. Hoping not to get caught staring, I quickly moved my eyes away to her face, and saw her looking at my face with a hint of that same teasing smile playing on her lips.


Adjusting her pallu, as she straightened, she looked at me with that same seductive half cocked smile, and said "I have told the two girls who work at my house to come here. They should be here any moment now. I had no need for both of them, but then that other girl Rani, is very poor, and that Pushpa begged me to hire her also, and pay her some little money." "So I hired them both. Both of them distribute the work, and I pay them 350 rupees a month. Out of that, Pushpa keeps 250, and gives 100 to the other girl. You see I have a very kind heart, so I am doing this charity for that other girl, otherwise I would have paid only 300" she boasted. "You don't have to hire both. But if you also want to help that other poor girl, then don't pay a paisa more than 350 per month, OK" she instructed me. I smiled at her and said, "Ok, aunty. As you say. How can I thank you for your help?" She chided me, "You can thank your aunty by coming to meet her once in a while." I laughed and said, "That's a promise aunty."

Soon we heard a shrill voice calling from outside, "Sarla bhabhi ... O Sarla bhabhi..." "Haan..." (Yes) yelled back Sarla bhabhi, "Come in here". I heard the gate open, and the two village girls, Pushpa and Rani, stepped in. These were the same two girls I had spied upon bathing in the neighbor's backyard earlier. They were dressed in their same rural attire.

18-year old Pushpa wore a bottle-green ghagra with embroidery on it, a somewhat matching green blouse, and an orange choli dbangd over it. She came in with a cheerful look on her face and an exaggerated swing of her slender hips as she walked in. Her hair, reaching her hips, was tied in a single braid, and hung in front on her right shoulder. The way they wore their choli, the pallu only covered one half of their bosom, leaving one blouse clad breast and most of their belly bared. Her blouse had been stitched one size too big for her, and as a result, I could see her perky young tits jiggle in the cups of her blouse as she walked in. They were probably a 31-B. She had cockiness and a flirtatious nature very similar to Sarla bhabhi.

The other girl Rani, was probably 20 or 21, and though about the same height as Pushpa, had a much fuller figure. She wore a red embroidered ghagra, again with the somewhat matching red blouse, and a blue choli. My eyes were very obviously drawn to her full ripe breasts. Mango shaped with a pointed tip, they strained against the thin material of her blouse. She was very dark, and also wore her hair tied in a single long braid behind her. While Pushpa stood cockily with her hips pushed to one side, one hand on her hips, and twiddling with her braid; Rani stood a little hesitantly, with both her hands held together in front of her, her head slightly bowed.

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

"Don't worry memsahib, we won't give him any reason to complain" replied Pushpa with a smile, as she looked at me coyly. "The cock teasing bitch is already flirting" I thought to myself. "There won't be as much work here as at my house, but still Jignesh bhai has been kind enough to pay you both 350 rupees a month" continued Sarla bhabhi. "So you two better be grateful to him" she concluded. Turning to me she said, "Jignesh bhai, kabhi bhi koi shikayat ho to mujhe bata dena ... mein inko theek kar doongi." (Jignesh bhai, if you have any complaint tell me and I'll set them straight.) I smiled at her and said, "Aapke hote hue mujhe kya chinta, aunty." (With you there how would I have any complaint.) She smiled back at me, and turned back to the girls.

She instructed them to follow her, so that she could show them around the house. After the survey, Sarla aunty came back to the living room followed by the two girls. She said to me, "I have told them to clean the house and wash your clothes now only. I have to leave now. Call me if you need anything ... OK, beta." I said I would, and escorted her to the door. As she was going, she turned and said with that same seductive smile, "And remember your promise to aunty OK ... come to meet me once in a while. After all I am alone..." With that she walked back towards her house, her sexy hips swaying in her sari.

The girls were waiting expectantly, as I went back into the living room. I told them both in general, "I have to leave in half an hour, so finish of quickly today. From tomorrow onwards, come at 10 in the morning." They nodded and moved into the kitchen, muttering something to each other. Pushpa started to wash some dishes in the kitchen, while Rani got a broom and started to sweep the floor. I moved to my bedroom and lay down on the bed. After a while, Rani came into my room to sweep. She hesitated for a moment when she saw me. I was skimming through a sports magazine. She asked me tentatively, "Saheb, pankha band karoon ... jhadu maarna hai". (Saheb, I need to clean the fan ... for sweeping) "Haan, koi baat nahi" (Ok) I replied casually. She switched off the fan and began to sweep.
As she sat on her haunches, her ghagra pulled up to her knees, and swept the floor, I couldn't help but admire the shape of her sexy round butt. She came towards the bed, and as she bent forward to reach under the bed to sweep, I had a good view of her cleavage. Her ripe mango shaped tits were straining against the cheap cotton blouse, and I could see her thick nipples protruding through the fabric. Like I had said earlier, she had incredibly long pencil thick black nipples. Beads of sweat rolled off her chest, and were beginning to wet the cloth of her blouse, making me aroused. She finished sweeping and left the room.

After a while, the other girl, Pushpa came into the room carrying a bucket of water and a mop. She smiled at me brightly as she came in, hips swinging, and gathering her ghagra up to her knees, proceeded to sit down on her haunches. As she began to mop, I got a chance to observe her body from close quarters. She was slim, really slim. Her belly was almost flat, as was her butt. As she came near the bed, she got on her hands knees, and bending forward, reached under the bed to mop. In that position, I got a good view of her cleavage too. Since she was wearing a blouse one size too big for her, I could a good view of pert little tits thru the neck of the blouse. They were two firm pointed mounts on her chest, and as I looked, I caught a glimpse of her perky brown nipples also. My cock was hard by now, and I was tempted to grab her, throw her on the bed, and fuck her brains out. "Relax boy" I told myself.

Soon the girls finished their work, and came to report to me in the bedroom. "Saheb, kaam ho gaya ... ab hum jaaye?" (Saheb the work is done should we go now.) Pushpa asked me with that same teasing smile. "Ek minute" I told them as I got up from the bed. They followed me as I went into the living room. I picked up my wallet, and extracted two 100 rupee notes from it. Handing one to each one of them, I said "Yeh meri taraf se tum dono ke liye pehle din ki bakshish hai." (This is some money from me for the first days work.) Pushpa's face broke into a wide smile as she took the money from my hand. She thanked me profusely; as she folded the note and slid it into her blouse over her breasts, where these village girls usually had a small pocket.

The other girl just seemed pleasantly surprised. She just gave me a weak smile as she took the note from my hand tentatively. "Aur ek baat. Sarla bhabhi ne kaha tha ki tumko 350 rupaye dene hai; 250 tumko Pushpa, aur 100 tumko Rani" (And one more thing. Sarla bhabhi said that I should give you 250 rupees, 250 to Pushpa and 100 to Rani.) I stated looking at both of them turn by turn. "Par main tumhe untna nahi doonga" (But I won't give you that much) I said with a straight face. Their faces fell as they heard that. "Main tumhe 750 rupaye doonga... 500 tumhare liye Pushpa, aur 250 tumhare liye Rani" (I would give you 750 rupeed, 500 to Pushpa nad 250 to Rani.) I said, my face breaking into a grin.

They were stunned into silence for a moment, and then their faces broke into a relieved and overjoyed smile. For the first time, I saw the quite girl Rani also smile. Pushpa beamed and said "Aap bahut bhale aadmi ho Jignesh bhai ... hum aapki poori seva karenge..." (You are a very rich man Jignesh bhai, well make sure that you are taken care off) I looked at her into her eyes and said with a half smile "Tum mujhe khush karna ... aur mein tum dono ko khush rakhoonga." (You keep me happy and I'll make sure that youre both happy) "Zaroor, saheb" Pushpa replied with the same cock teasing smile. Both of them then left, thanking me profusely. Once they left, I quickly got dressed and left for Jigna's college to pick up Sejal.

I had already called up my dad's friend and told him that I was coming with one more friend to his store. I met her some distance away from the college. As she walked up to me on the bike, she gave a shy smile and said "Hello, Jignesh bhai". I smiled back and said "Hello, Sejal." I noticed that she had taken off her tie, and had undone her collar button, probably not to attract attention.

She came behind and sat on the pillion seat of my bike. But unlike Jigna, who had sat cross-legged on my bike, Sejal sat conservatively with both her legs on one side. She put her right hand on my shoulder and held me, as I sped off. As I rode towards the city, I noticed that she was careful not to let her breasts touch my back. I was a trifle disappointed, but reminded myself to be patient.

As we walked into the store, the store manager jumped up from the counter and came rushing to me. He pumped my hand enthusiastically and said "Welcome, Jignesh bhai ... welcome. We are so happy to see you again." I nodded, and said that I would need the sales girl's help again today. "Of course sir ... I have kept Sapna on stand-by only for you, sir. Please proceed up ... she's waiting there." I smiled my thanks, and proceeded to the first floor. Sejal was looking around in awe as she walked quietly behind me. As I reached the upper floor, the sales girl Sapna came up towards me with a warm smile, and said politely "Hello, sir."

"Hello Sapna" I responded with a charming smile and thrust out my right hand to shake hands with her. As I clasped her hand, I slipped the 500 rupee note, which I had already extracted from my wallet and kept ready in my palm, into her hand. She glanced down for a moment, as she felt the note, and then quickly looked up with a happy smile. She discreetly took the note, and slid it into her trouser pocket, as she escorted us to the sitting area of the store. As I sat down on the couch, I said "Sapna, this is my friend Sejal" pointing towards Sejal, who stood there a trifle uncomfortably. "She seems to think that she is too fat, and that western clothes won't suit her. What do you think, Sapna" I asked with a smile.

Sapna was quick to take the cue, and said "Of course not, sir." She walked up to Sejal who was standing their apprehensively, and taking her hands in hers said, "Sejal ma'am is a very pretty lady. I don't know why she thinks that way. She has a very womanly body. She will look very good in western clothes" said Sapna looking at Sejal in a very assured tone. "Oh ... thank you, didi" said Sejal softly, as she smiled gratefully at me for doing her self esteem a world of good. "So Ms. Sapna, what kind of clothes would you recommend for Sejal?" I asked her with a smile. Sapna thought for a moment, and then responded "Sir, jeans are evergreen, so she can try a couple of them. Then, some capris with sleeveless tops would also look very good on her. And finally sir, I would recommend some skirts for her ... both long wrap-arounds, as well as minis. On her body structure, she will look very sexy in skirts" concluded Sapna with a knowing smile. I smiled in returned and nodded.

Soon Sapna got busy selecting clothes for Sejal even as I sat there comfortably. She was doing a good job of making Sejal feel at ease, by casually chatting up with her, and I noticed that she even laughed a couple of times, as they went through the clothes racks and selected outfits. After selecting a couple of pairs, Sapna accompanied Sejal to the passage where the trial room was. As they disappeared into the passage, I picked up a lingerie catalog lying there, and started thumbing through the pages, admiring the lingerie models.

A little while later, I heard Sapna clear her throat, and start "Sir..." I looked up to see Sapna standing in front of me, and pointing to Sejal, who stood there shyly holding her hands clasped together; head bowed slightly. The transformation was complete! She was dressed in a pair of blue three-quarter tight figure hugging jeans, with a moderately figure hugging green knit wool sleeveless top. She looked so desirable, I could have eaten her. Sapna was right. She was plump, but she had the curves of a real woman. Her huge gorgeous round breasts were looking incredibly sexy, as her top fitted tightly around the girth of it.

Like I had said earlier, her whole torso seemed to be made up of just her two huge melons ... round, soft, and heavy. The sleeves of her top were short, and I could see her fleshy arms, fairer in comparison to her face, as it was protected from tan. Her belly still had baby fat on it, and the curve of her belly showed through the top. There was an inch of her fleshy belly showing between the hem of her top, and the waist band of her jeans. She had fantastically curved hips. "A real woman's curves" I thought to myself again. Her hips and buttocks filled out her jeans really well, and the sight of her waist flaring out to her wide hips and round fleshy butt, could make a man drool.

As I appraised her without any expression on my face, I saw her looking expectantly, yet apprehensively, at me with wide eyes. I got up quietly and walked up to her. Her lips parted, as she looked up at me with a scared expression. I placed my hands on either of her shoulders, looked into her eyes, and my face broke into a wide smile. "You look gorgeous, Sejal" I said to her earnestly. A multitude of emotions ran across her face as she digested what I had just said. Surprise, disbelief, relief, and then finally joy. She seemed to be searching for words, and then breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank you bhaiya ... thank you so much..." she said softly, her eyes beginning to moist. "I told you so" I said with a laugh.

Turning to Sapna, I asked "So what do you think, Sapna?" "Sir, I already told her that she looks very pretty in these clothes, but she was just not ready to believe me" replied Sapna with a smile. "She was not even ready to come out and let you see her" teased Sapna, looking at Sejal with a smile. Turning to Sejal, she said "Ok ma'am, why don't you go on and try the other ones too now." Sejal smiled brightly, and turned and went in quickly. There was a spring in her step now. I was glad to see that this busty teenage girl was now beginning to get comfortable with me.

As Sejal disappeared into the trial room, Sapna came and sat down next to me. I noticed that she sat much closer to me today, and her thighs were touching mine. As she leant towards me to say something, my eyes were drawn to her cleavage which was visible, because she had once again left the two top buttons of her white uniform top open. From the way she sat, I could see the borders of the frilly black bra she wore underneath. As I turned my gaze away, she had caught my glance, and a flicker of a smile came to her lips, as she looked into my eyes. I too let a hint of a smile flicker on my lips. "Sir..." she began in a low voice, "I had to tell you something." "Yes Sapna, tell me" I responded with a polite smile. She seemed to hesitate, and then said, "Sir ... you see ... Sejal ma'am ... her ... umm ... she is quite ... she is quite big here..." she said haltingly with a shy smile, pointing to the general area of her own breasts, "and I feel ... I feel that she should wear ... umm ... wear a better bra".

I kept a straight face, with the same polite smile on my face and asked "Better in what aspect, Sapna ... I don't know too much about bras" I said with a laugh. She relaxed as she heard me speak so comfortably, and said "What I meant is sir, that she should use the right size of bra" she explained. "The poor girl did not even know what size of a bra she was wearing, saying that it was her mother who got it for her" she continued. "I checked and saw that what she is wearing now is a 34-B. Her bra is too tight for her, and it is almost cutting into her flesh" said Sapna, getting more matter of fact now that the initial discomfort had vanished. "And also, because the cup size is small, it is not holding up her breasts properly, and are just flattening & spreading it" she continued. Seeing the confused expression on my face, she said "I am not sure you are understanding me sir ... but ... umm ... because of the small cup of her bra ... umm ... it looks like ... her breasts are spread all over her chest..." she said gesticulating with her hands and pointing again the general area of her breasts.

As my eyes, went to where her hands were pointing, she blushed a little, and a hint of a smile came to her lips again. I smiled back re-assuring, and said "I think I understand you, Sapna ... so what do you suggest?" "I will get her some nice 34-C bras, which have a wire-support at the base of the cups, and also have a bit of padding; so that her breasts look more firm when she wears them under her t-shirts, halters, or spaghetti tops." "Even a 34-C is going to be tight for her, because ... umm ... she is quite big ... and she will have to wear it on the last hook; but I think it will be better for her when wearing tight figure hugging tops" she continued. "And then, I will also get her some bras of 36-C size, which she can wear with her button-down tops and sleeveless shirts, since those will not be as tight or figure hugging as the tee's" she finished. I nodded in understanding, and muttered, "Hmm..." "So, what do you say, sir?" she asked hopefully. I laughed and placing my hand on her thighs, said "Whatever you say, Sapna ... you are the boss!" She let out a small laugh too, and got up. As she turned to leave, I caught her hand and said "Sapna ... thank you." "No sir ... thank YOU" she said with a warm smile on her face, and left.

I saw her selecting some matching lacy bras & panties, and heading to the changing rooms. When they re-appeared, Sejal was dressed in a pair of loose beige capris, with strings tying the end of the legs around her calves, and a red & white striped spaghetti top. She seemed a lot more comfortable now, and even smiled at me as she stood in front of me shyly. She looked even more desirable in the tight spaghetti top. Her heavy round breasts seemed enormous, and stood out a little more firmly, probably on account of the new bra that Sapna would have given her.

The neck of the spaghetti top started just above her breasts, and since her fleshy breasts were pressed together in the confines of her bra, I could see the beginning of her cleavage from the top of her spaghetti. It was held on her shoulders with a thin string, parallel to which ran the thin strap of her brand new 34-C bra. The skin on her shoulders, neck and chest was smooth, and was much fairer than her fore-arms and face. As I walked up to her with a smile, she too smiled happily and looked at me expectantly. Holding my hands tied behind me, I lent towards her ears, and whispered "Beautiful!" She beamed, and mouthed to me a silent "Thank you!" As she turned to look at herself in the mirror, I turned to Sapna and winked. She just smiled, and bit her lips.

The next outfit that Sejal came out in was a long wrap-around dark blue skirt that reached up to her calves, and a sleeveless collared button-down shirt-type top. Sapna was right. Skirts really suited Sejal. She looked not like a teenager, but a 24 something young sexy lady. The skirt accentuated the lovely shape of her hips and butt. As she turned sideways, and posed for me, I noticed the way her top fell from the tip of her rounded breasts. In that pose, with the light falling on her body from behind, I could see the outline of her heavy breasts held up by the bra, and the curves of her fleshy belly up to the waist of her skirt. Sapna walked up to her, and in the process of adjusting her top, opened the top button of her top.

As she moved aside to let me appraise her, I stood up and walked up to her. From where I stood, when I looked down, I could see the sexy swell of her heavy breasts, enclosed in a hugely erotic red lacy bra. I reached up to her neck, and pretending to adjust the collar of her top, brushed my fore-arm lightly against the swell of her big breasts. I felt her glance up at me quickly, as she felt my arm brush against her bust.

She just gave me a nervous smile, as I stepped back and looked at her again. "Sejal" I addressed her "I now challenge you to find me one person on this planet who says that you don't look good in western clothes." For the first time since I had met her, she laughed happily, and clasped her hands together. She stepped forward towards me, and for a moment I thought she was going to hug me. But she stopped herself, and tilting her head to one side, said "Jignesh bhai, I don't know how to..." "Shhh..." I interrupted her, placing my fingers on her lips. I placed my hand on her cheeks, and as she instinctively tilted her head to rest her face in my palm, I told her with a warm "Now go quickly and try on the other one Sapna has selected for you..." As I withdrew my hand, I let it slide off her neck, feeling the smooth skin. She looked at me with a very tender expression for a moment, and then with a smile turned to try the last outfit.

The last outfit which Sejal wore was perhaps the sexiest of the lot. It was a white pleated mini-skirt (like the type women's tennis players wear) and a pink polo-neck collared knit t-shirt. Sapna had given her a matching pair of Nike sneakers to go with it. As she came out, and stood in front of me shyly, clutching the hem of her skirt on both sides, I couldn't help but think that she looked almost as sexy as Sania Mirza, if not more. The skirt reached mid-way between her thighs, and I could see her fleshy white thighs. Sapna had helped her re-tie her hair in a pony such that it came out from almost the top of her head, instead of the back. The t-shirt was stretched across her heavy fleshy breasts.

As she walked to stand in front of me, my cock lurched watching the sway of her curvy hips, and the swing of her heavy breasts. As the smile lit up my face, she became a little less uncomfortable, and even twisted around to show me how it looked from behind, the pleated skirt twirling up as she swung around. As she stood admiring herself in the mirror, I walked up behind her, and placing my hands on her fleshy hips, whispered in her ears, "Sejal, you look so sexy now ... I could kiss you."

As she stiffened, I gently brushed my face against her ears, and stepped back. As she turned around, unsure of how she should react, she managed a weak smile, that gradually progressed to a wide warm one' much to my relief. "Sejal, there is one more thing I want you to have" I said in a quiet voice. "What is that, Jignesh bhai?" she asked in a curious voice. "A bikini" I replied with a small smile. Her face turned crimson as she blushed, and clasping her hands on her mouth, she asked incredulously "A bikini!" "Yes Sejal, a bikini. Will you allow me to buy that for you?" I asked in a soft voice. As she hesitated, and let out a small laugh and said "Don't worry, you don't have to wear it now and show me" She blushed again, but smiled this time. "OK, bhaiya" she said in a small voice. We walked together to the props were various bikinis were on display.

She was distinctly uncomfortable going thru them with me, and finally turned to me and said "Bhaiya, I don't know anything about bikinis ... so will you please select one for me ... I will wear whatever you like" she spoke in a child-like manner with her head tilted to one side. I nodded, and selected a two-piece stringy one, very similar to the one I'd got for Jigna yesterday. It was a red one, with white polka dots. As I imagined how she would look in it, my cock almost jumped out of my pants.

I turned around to see Sapna standing their quietly. She smiled as I looked at her. As Sejal went back to the trial room to change back into her college uniform, I walked towards Sapna, taking out my wallet. Extracting another 500 rupee note from it, I took her hand in mine, and pressed it into her palm. She started to shake her head, and begin to protest "No sir ... I cannot ... you've already..." I cut her off "Sapna, first and foremost ... please don't call me 'sir' ... we are friends now ... are we not?" I said quietly. As she struggled to say something, I continued "You have been really kind to me. And this is the least I could do. So please don't say no. Or I will feel bad" I said in all earnestness.

She started to say something, but I cut her off again "Topic closed, Sapna" I said with a warm smile. She closed her mouth, and a slowly smiled. Sensing that the time was right, I took both her hands in mine, pulled her towards me, and gave her a quick kiss on her left cheek. I smiled, as I saw the color rise to her face and blush, and stepped back. As Sejal returned, she got busy packing the stuff which we had picked up. At the counter, as I paid the bill in cash, I addressed the store manager "Mr. Kulkarni, this employee of yours, Ms. Sapna, has been very helpful. Allow me to give her this as a small token of my appreciation" I said as I placed another 500 rupee note on the counter in front of Sapna.

Sapna's jaw dropped in astonishment, but she quickly recovered herself, and bowing her head slightly, thanked me politely. We left the store, and rode back to Sejal's college. This time, on the way back, I felt Sejal sit a little more closer to me, and a couple of times as she leaned forward to tell me something, I felt her enormous soft breasts press against my back. I dropped her off a few blocks away from her college. As she got off the bike, she came up to my side and stood very close to me, her breasts almost touching my left arm. She looked down for a few seconds, and raising her head, she looked into my eyes.

"Bhaiya ... I don't know what to say ... nobody has ever been so..." her voice trailed off, and she lowered her face again. I placed my fingers on her chin, and lifted her face up. "Sejal" I said in a soft voice "Don't think so much ... I just want you to be comfortable with me, OK. If you are comfortable with me ... that will be mean a lot to me..." She gave me a warm loving smile, and replied "I am very comfortable with you, bhaiya. In fact, I..." and her voice trailed off as she blushed again. Suddenly conscious of herself, she said "I have to go now, bhaiya ... it's getting late". I laughed, and saying bye to her, kick started my bike. As I was about to ride off, she turned around and asked "Jignesh bhai, when will I meet you again?" I gave her my most charming smile, and looking her in the eye, said "Whenever you feel like, sweetheart. I am always around." With that, I engaged gear and rode off.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 6

By the time I reached home, the hard-on with which I had been walking around since morning had begun to ache. I contemplated shagging off, but then decided against it. To get my mind off sex, I decided to go up to our terrace and do my work-out. I changed into my tracks and a sleeve-less vest, and picking up my weights headed for the terrace. I did my stretching exercises for about 15 minutes, and then started with my push-ups. By the time I had finished my 50 push-ups, the sweat was dripping off me. I took a breather, had a drink of water from my gym bottle, and then picked my weights to begin doing my bicep curls. I began to curl the weights, holding my arm rigid at my side, and lifting them up by just bending them at the elbow.

As I was counting the reps, I noticed a figure standing in the adjacent terrace from the side of my eyes. I turned to see Kalpana bhabhi standing there in the adjacent terrace, her elbows on the wall, her chin resting on her palms, and looking at me with that same seductive smile of hers. Since ours were twin houses, Kalpana bhabhi's and our house shared a common wall on one side. And the terrace too was separated by a single common wall, which rose to just above my waist. I paused, and putting down my weights, said with a smile "Oh aunty, I did not see you."

She smiled back, and straightening herself said "Of course, I did not want you to know that I was here. Otherwise how could I have had the pleasure of watching a young man like you exercising" "Oh please don't tease me like that aunty ... I am just trying to get into some shape" I said in a protesting voice. As I straightened my chest, and walked towards her, I could see her eyes on my chest and my arms. "Oh come on beta" she retorted, "you have the best physique that I have seen on anybody" she flattered me in her sexy tone. "Please finish your exercises ... I won't disturb you" she continued. "How can I do my exercises with you standing here, aunty?" I said with a naughty smile. "Why ... what am I doing to disturb you?" she asked in mock indignation. "Oh aunty, you are so beautiful ... I will be only looking at you, and I won't be able to have any strength or concentration to do my work-out" I said with a laugh. "Chat hat ... maskhebaaz" she chided me with a laugh, and slapped me playfully on my arms.

She let her fingers linger on my arms, and I felt my loins began to stir again, as I felt her soft touch on my sweaty arms. Still looking at my biceps, and running her fingers along them, she said in a small voice "You really have very hard muscles, Jignesh..." I could see the gleam in her eyes as she looked at my body intently. She came out of reverie quickly, and turning to me said "OK, you do what you were doing now. I just want to see ... I promise I won't disturb you." I laughed, and picked up my weights again. Pushing my chest out, with a grunt I began to do my bicep curls again, making sure she got a good view of my muscles tightening & stretching as I swung my arm. I switched weights, and proceeded to repeat the set again. By the time I was done, I was breathing hard, and sweating profusely.

I kept the weights down, and walked back to the wall where she was still standing in the same pose; leaning forward, chin resting on her elbows. I went and stood diagonally opposite to her, and resting my arms on the wall, leant forward; letting her get a good view of my chest and my arms. As I recovered my breath, I smiled at her. She smiled back, and as she turned her head, the pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulder and slid down to her elbow, exposing the creamy skin of her cleavage in the deep necked blouse, and her milky breasts in her white blouse. She glanced down quickly at her fallen pallu, but made no attempt to put it back. In the same position, she reached out with her left hand, the pallu still dangling on her elbow, and gently touched me on my arm. "You have a very sexy body, Jignesh..." she said in a shallow voice, her lips no longer smiling.
Without moving an inch, I turned my face towards her and said "You have a very sexy body too, aunty..." I consciously looked down at her exposed cleavage, and then looked up into her eyes. Slowly, 
a seductive smile touched her lips, and she said in a hoarse voice "You don't have to flatter Sarla aunty, beta ... I know I am old now, and have put on a lot of weight" she said self consciously. "That's rubbish aunty" I dismissed her remark. "You are by far the sexiest lady I know" I said in a half whisper, my words ringing in my ears, not believing that I had just said that to Sarla bhabhi. "Uncle is a very lucky man..." I concluded.

For the first time, I saw the cocky self-assured bitch blush; and I knew I had scored. The self assured flirting smile disappeared from her face, replaced by a self conscious look. As she straightened, looking into my eyes, her pallu which had been at her bent elbows, slid down further, all the way up to her wrist, where the fall was arrested by her palm still resting on the wall. And to my utter surprise and pleasure, she made no attempt to put it back even now! The woman of my fantasies, the sexy cock-teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi was standing inches from me, the pallu of her sari down to her waist, held just by her wrist, exposing to my unrestricted view the dick-raising sight of her creamy white cleavage, the soft milky breasts hanging free in a slightly loose white blouse, and curvy fleshy belly capped with a deep belly button.

As I gazed unashamed at the her torso, I could sense her looking into my eyes questioningly, as if begging me to tell her how I found what I was looking at. There was electricity in the air, as she raised her hand and touched my muscular chest at the exposed portion in my vest, and asked me hoarsely "Jignesh ... do you really find your Sarla bhabhi sexy?" Before I could reply, a shout came from below "Sarla bhabhi ... bhaaji waala". It was the vegetable vendor who came to our colony daily, and Sarla bhabhi bought fresh vegetables from him daily. The moment was lost. She hurriedly pulled up her pallu, and turned to rush downstairs. Just as her head was about to disappear behind the wall of the steps, I called out and said to her in a soft voice "Aunty, I meant what I said..." Without waiting for her reaction, I turned around, and picking up my weights, went downstairs.

As I stood under the shower, letting the cold spray cool me down, I felt my hard cock which stood rigidly out, crying for attention. As I held my throbbing cock and stroked it slowly, the vision of Sarla bhabhi in the terrace flashed before my eyes again. My cock jerked spasmodically, and I was tempted to shag off once again, but I resisted the temptation. It was about 7 'o clock now and I still had an hour to go before Kalpana aunty came with my dinner. Since I had nothing to do till then, I figured I might as well go to their place and have dinner. It would at least get my mind off Sarla bhabhi. "And since I am going there, I might as well stay back there tonight and have some fun with Jigna" I thought to myself naughtily. Dressed in a pair of slacks and a tee, I walked over to their place.

As I reached the door and rang the bell, I could here the voice of Jatin bhai shouting inside. His voice died down as the bell rang, and after a few moments' delay he came and opened the door. His face brightened as he saw me, and grabbing my hand he exclaimed "Jignesh bhai! What a pleasant surprise! Come in, come in!" I smiled back at him and walked in. As he closed the door behind us, I looked around for Kalpana aunty, but could not see her in the living room. "Isn't aunty at home?" I asked casually. He hesitated for a moment, and then said "Yes, yes ... she is in the kitchen. Kalpu ... Jignesh bhai is here" he called out to her.
After a minute's delay, Kalpana aunty came out of the kitchen. One look at her and I could make out that she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen and red. She sniffed, wiped her face with the pallu of her sari, and forcing a smile on her face asked me "How are you Jignesh bhai?" "I am fine, aunty" I replied automatically. There was an awkward silence after that. I decided to grab the bull by its horns, and asked "What's wrong?" Nobody replied. They just looked at each other. Getting no response, I said "I think I came at the wrong time ... perhaps its better if I leave..." As I turned to leave "No ... no..." both of them blurted out at the same time. I stopped, and waited for them to speak. Once again they looked at each other awkwardly.

Finally, it was Jatin bhai who broke the silence. "It's nothing Jignesh bhai. She's just making a mountain out of a mole-hill. Thanks to you, today I deposited the money in the bank for getting my loan sanctioned; and also paid my landlord his rent. That fool went and talked about it to some other supplier of mine, who also landed up at my shop ... demanding to be paid today" He continued in an exaggerated tone of big trouble "And he said that if I don't pay him by tomorrow, he's going to stop bringing scrap to me. Now he is my biggest supplier, and I can't afford to lose him." Glancing at Kalpana with a guilty look, he continued "So all I did was ask her to give me money today from what she has been earning by her cooking ... It's just a matter of adjusting for a few days ... I will soon get my money from some of my other customers"

Turning back to me, he said in an accusing tone "But she is refusing to give me the money..." As soon as he finished, Kalpana aunty started sobbing, and between her sobs, spoke "Oh Jignesh bhai, what will I do with keeping money for myself ... I am doing this work to run our family only no ... I have saved up 2,500 rupees and with that I have to run the house" She broke down in sobs again, and then continued "Tomorrow I have to pay the milkman 2 months due ... I have to pay the grocery shop for things I have been buying from him on credit for the last one month ... if I gave him the money, tell me what will I do ... what answer will I give them..." and she broke off sobbing again.

I quickly grasped the situation, and before Jatin bhai could open his mouth to say anything, I said "Itni si baat hai ... what am I for" I asked in a re-assuring tone. Turning to Jatin bhai, I asked him "How much money do you need to pay this guy Uncle?" He hesitated, and then looked at Kalpana aunty. She spoke up "No Jatin bhai ... no. You have already done more than enough for us ... we cannot burden you with this." Jatin bhai just shook his head. I let out and exaggerated sigh, and turning to Kalpana aunty, asked her "Aunty, do you still think of as a paraya aadmi? Was I wrong in thinking that you now consider me part of your family?" I said with mock hurt in my voice. "No beta ... it is not like that ... but..." I interrupted her "No buts, aunty ... there is nothing more to discuss in this matter" I said with finality. Taking out my wallet, I asked her husband again "Tell me Uncle, how much money you need to pay him?" "I have to pay him 5,000 rupees ... but I only have 2,000 left with me..." he said in a small voice.

Without a word, I pulled three notes of 1,000 rupees each and handed it over to him. He looked once again at his wife, and accepted it. He folded his hands, and with a grateful look, started to say "Jignesh bhai..." I cut him off, and taking his hand in mine said "Uncle, please don't say anything ... after all, a friend in need is a friend indeed" "Yes, that is true..." he said nodding his head. All of a sudden he said "Let me do one thing Jignesh bhai. Let me go to that greedy fellow now only and throw this money in his face. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of sleeping tonight that he has me under his finger. You wait OK, Jignesh bhai ... we will have dinner together" With these big words, he rushed out and left on his rickety old scooter. I stepped out to watch him go.

I turned back and re-entered the house, closing the door behind me. I was surprised to see that Kalpana aunty was not in the living room. And I wondered where Jigna was. I called out for Kalpana aunty, and go no response. I slowly walked into their bedroom, and saw Kalpana aunty sitting on the bed, holding her face in her hands and weeping silent. I quickly walked up to her and sat down by his side. Pulling her hands from her face, I asked in a concerned voice "Aunty, what happened ... why you are crying now?" She did not respond but just continued to sob silently, her body heaving with her sobs. Putting my arms around her broad back, I asked again "Oh aunty, tell me please ... why are you crying?" She lifted her face up, and looking at me with tears streaming down her face, she sobbed "Oh Jignesh beta ... I feel so helpless. I work and work and work, just to earn a little money so that I can run this house ... and yet he treats me like I am hoarding some money and hiding it from him."

She paused as she sniffed and continued "We are poor people, but I have never begged from anybody. I have always maintained my respect, and paid all people in time ... but he just doesn't have any idea what pains I take to keep this house running..." and she broke down again. "I never ask him where he spends the money he earns, but he wants to know about every rupee I earn..." she sobbed. "And how much money will we take from you Jignesh bhai ... for how long..." her voice trailed off as she hid her face in her hands again and began to sob again.

I shifted closer to her, my thighs pressed against hers, and putting my hands on her shoulders, held her. She dropped her hands from her face, and as she did that, her pallu slipped off her shoulders, and fell on her arms. Sobbing, she placed her head on my shoulders, and leant against me. Her hands were on my thighs, and she leant on my shoulder, I could feel her big heavy breasts press against my ribs. They almost felt like hard muscle against my body. It was probably because she wore a very tight bra to keep her breasts from swinging loose. As I looked down at her, I could see the valley of her breasts from the top of her blouse. Since the pallu was no longer covering her bosom, I could see how large her breasts were. They were pressed tight in her blouse and bra, and hence were spread across her chest. On hook of her blouse was open, and through the opening, I could see her cheap black bra inside.

I continued to caress her back, feeling the straps of her bra through the blouse, as I waited for her to finish shedding her tears. With each sob that racked her body, her big heavy breasts pressed against my ribs, causing my cock to stir and harden. Finally her sobs subsided, and she regained her composure. Lifting her head off my shoulder, she finally pulled up her pallu, and wiped her face. She then looked up at me with a weak smile. I lifted my butt up on one side, and pulled out my wallet. Extracting five notes of 1,000 rupees each from it, I folded it and taking her hand, placed it there. She looked up at me incomprehensively.

I once again took her hand in mind, and said "Kalpana aunty, this time I asking you not to say anything. So far everything you have done has been for your husband and your children. So far whatever I have done has also been for Jatin bhai and Jigna. Nobody has done anything for you ... not even I" I told her in an even voice. "So, please don't refuse me. This is a small thank you from me for the kindness you have shown to me and for welcoming me with open arms in this house" I said with a smile. "Please don't mention anything about this to Uncle. This is for you ... to use as you deem fit" I concluded.

She looked at me with an expression of gratefulness and tenderness in her eyes. Then without saying a word, she took my hand and kissed it. Placing my hand back in my lap, she looked again into my eyes with the same expression of love. That look was so inviting, conveying infinite possibilities, that I felt a ripple of desire surge through me, to push her down on the bed ... and take her. Just then, the doorbell rang, and we heard Jigna call out from outside "Mummy ... it's me". Caressing my face once again, Kalpana aunty got up and went to open the door. I too followed her into the living room.

As Jigna stepped in, she saw me and her face lit up in a big grin "Jignesh bhai..." she yelped in joy, and came bounding towards me. For a moment I was afraid that she was going to hug me. But she thankfully checked herself in time, and upon reaching me, just shook my hand enthusiastically. I couldn't help but notice the way her young breasts jiggled as she came running to me. Soon, Jatin bhai also returned, and we settled down to have dinner. He took out the bottle that I had got him yesterday, and asked if we could have a drink. I refused, much to the joy of Kalpana aunty, but told him he was free to go ahead. By the time we finished dinner; he had had two drinks, and was woozy.

He burped, got up, and announced that he was going to go to sleep; but not before making me promise that I would sleep over. I, of course, was more than happy to. Jigna was, of course, delighted; and I also saw Kalpana aunty's face lighten up when I agreed. He excused himself and went into their bedroom, while Jigna went into the other bedroom to sleep; but not before whispering confidentially in my ears that she would be waiting for me to come to bed. Kalpana aunty cleared the plates and went into the kitchen to wash them. I followed her, and casually chatted up with her, as she washed the dishes. She finished, and then wiping her hands, went inside her bedroom.

She came out with one of her husband's lungis again, for me to change. I took it from her hands, and after changing, came out in the lungi and my sleeveless vest. I was wearing my underwear inside, as I didn't want my semi hard cock to show. She looked at me as I handed over my tee & the slacks to her to be hung behind the door, and I saw her glance at my muscles again. Jatin bhai was already snoring by now; and I was sure that there would be no action in their bedroom tonight. Kalpana aunty told me that she was going for a bath, and asked me to go to sleep. She switched off all the other lights, leaving only the light in the passage on, before she got into the bathroom. As I stepped into the other bedroom, I saw Jigna sit up on the bed. She hand changed into an old worn thin cotton round-neck t-shirt, with an equally old & worn pair of cheap cotton slacks. She put her finger to her lips and gestured to me to be silent.

As I went and sat on my bed, she got up from hers, and tip toed towards mine. As she got up, the light from the passage fell on her from behind, and I saw that she was not wearing anything underneath her thin t-shirt. I could see the shape of her perky firm tits outlined inside her tee, and they jiggled provocatively as she tip-toed towards me. Again gesturing to me to be quite, she came and sat down on my lap and put her arm around my neck. With the other hand she held my face, and kissed me on my lips passionately, her tongue going wild in my mouth. "Oh boy, this bitch is sure hot" I thought to myself. I kissed her back with all my pent up passion, and slid my hand under her t-shirt. Cupping her firm young breasts, I fondled them a bit roughly, and rolled her nipples between my fingers. A moan escaped her mouth as I did that. Not wanting to take any risk, I pushed her away, and chided her "Go to your bed now ... your mother will come out of the bathroom any moment now" With a pout she got up, and returned to her bed, but not before whispering in my ear "I will wait for you..."

I lay back with a sigh on the bed, and watched as Jigna too got inside her sheet. Soon Kalpana aunty finished her bath and came out. She was dressed in an old house gown (what women commonly called maxi) and was toweling her hair dry. I watched her as she went to the balcony to hang the wet towel. She went into her bedroom and I could hear the sounds of her opening the windows. Then I heard her coming towards the passage, and I half closed my eyes. As she came through the passage where the light was still on, I could see her clearly through my half closed yes. "Fuck man, she is not wearing a bra" I breathed to myself as I looked at her. She stopped at the door of the room I was lying in, and paused as if thinking to herself. In the light from the bulb which was just behind & above her, I could see her clearly.

She was wearing a gown alright, with a petticoat (like the one worn under a sari) underneath. The gown was probably very old and did not reach her ankles, so I could see the petticoat hanging well below the hem of the gown. Her massive butt stuck out in the gown, and also looked much bigger in the gown. But what had my undivided attention was her torso. Her huge breasts hung free inside the gown, and I could see the shape of them clearly through her gown, as the light from behind made it almost translucent. They seemed much bigger than when I had seen them in her blouse & bra. Set free of the restraints of the very tight bra that she must have been wearing, they hung fleshy & free on her chest. Not only did they protrude out much more than with her bra, but they also seemed much rounder; no longer flattened by the tight bra. And as she had walked up to the door, they swung heavily under her gown, as if with a mind of their own. My cock was hard as a shaft now, and I pressed my thighs together. After what seemed like an eternity of her standing there thinking, she slowly came inside the room. She glanced at Jigna, apparently to check if she was asleep, and after confirming that, she came towards my bed.

I lay there pretending to be asleep, but was watching her though half closed eyes. She stood there for a moment, unsure of herself, and then leaning forward, gently shook me by my arm, calling out in a very soft voice that was almost a whisper "Jignesh bhai..." I pretended to wake up, and blinking my eyes looked up at her "Kalpana aunty" I asked. She quickly sat down by my side on the bed, and placing her hand on my chest, said in a soft voice "I am sorry I disturbed you ... I just came to check if you were still awake..." "No, no it's alright ... I had just closed my eyes..." There was an awkward silence. As she sat there right next to me, I could now see her huge heavy breasts from much closer quarters in the gown. With her hand still resting on my chest, her fingers began to lightly caress the hair on my chest. "I just..." she paused, unsure of her again. The smell of her, freshly bathed, the outline of her big racks showing through her gown, thanks to the light from behind, and her hands softly caressing the hair on my chest was driving me crazy.

I was terribly tempted to push her hands down to my hard cock straining inside my underwear, and grab her heavy boobs. But knowing fully well that Jigna was lying awake in the bed on the other side, and probably watching us, I had no choice but to lie there motionless. "I just wanted to tell you how thankful I am ... I don't have words to express how grateful I am ... you are such a..." she said in a whisper. I placed my hand on hers which was on my chest, and squeezing it gently said "Oh aunty, please ... you are making me feel very uncomfortable by saying all this ... please don't..." She looked down at into my eyes with the same warmth and tenderness, and then leaning forward gently kissed me on my forward. As she did that, her heavy dangling breasts pressed against my chest, and my cock almost jumped out my underwear. She lingered there for a moment after kissing my forehead, her breasts still pressed to my chest, and I could feel her breath on my face. Her hands were on my hair as she looked at me with love.

With great difficulty I overcame the urge to grab her and crush her in my arms. Instead, with a deep sigh, I took her hand in mine and kissed her hand. Holding her hand pressed against my cheek, I too looked back with all the tenderness I could muster, given my rampaging cock. She smiled after a while, and straightened. Caressing my face once more, she whispered "Good night beta" and walked back to her room. She switched off the light in the passage, and I heard her close the door of her bedroom. Once there was silence, I slid my hand inside my lungi and pulled off my underwear to give my hard cock some relief. I held in gingerly and began to stroke it gently.
As I lay on my bed stroking my cock, waiting for some time to pass before I went to Jigna's bed, I heard some rustling noise from Jigna's side of the bed, and in a flash she was there next to my bed. "Jignesh bhai..." she whispered "I could not wait for you, so..." she breathed. In the light filtering in from the tube-lights on the street outside, I could see that she had taken off her slacks and was clad only in her t-shirt and panty. Sitting there by my lying side, she knelt forward quickly and pressed her lips on mine, darting her tongue into my mouth. My cock twitched, as I felt her young firm breasts press against my chest, at the same spot where her mother's mature heavy breasts had pressed against only a few minutes back. Wrapping my hands around her back, I slid my hands inside her t-shirt, and caressed the smooth skin of her back, pressing her towards me.

After a long wet kiss, she straightened up and started tugging off my vest. I raised my arms above my head to ease that. As she took it off completely, she placed both her hands on my chest and began to caress my chest. Bending forward again, she began to kiss me on my chest. "Oh man, this sexy teenage bitch is learning fast" I thought to myself. Not wanting to lose control of myself, I pushed her up, and made her to sit up. Lying prone, I slid both my hands inside her t-shirt and cupped her firm perky tits. I squeezed them hard, as she threw back her head and sighed. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. "Jigna" I whispered to her "Come and sit on top of me" She obeyed me immediately, and clambered over me, placing herself on my waist with her thighs on either side of my torso.

I could now see her clearly in the light coming through the window. I pushed up her t-shirt to bare her young teenaged breasts. Taking my cue, she held up her t-shirt above her tits for me, and bunched them up on her chest, keeping her breasts bared and accessible for me. I fondled them gently, and caressed her nubs with my finger tips. She was starting to breathe faster now, and I could feel her squirming on my hips, her panty rubbing on my stomach. It was a very erotic sight. A sexy teenager with a firm body, sitting on top of me, holding up her t-shirt above her firm young breasts, and waiting for me to ravage her. "Jigna" I whispered again "Take off your panties, baby" Once again she hastened to obey, and quickly slid off her panties.

As she repositioned herself on top of me, I could feel the hair of her pussy against my belly. My cock jerked and slapped against her bare butt, snuggling itself in between the crack of her ass. As I began to squeeze her ass with one hand, and fondle her tits with the other, she began to squirm, rubbing her pussy on my hips and trying to press her butt on my rigid shaft. With some irritation, she pulled off her t-shirt over her head and threw it aside, and began to sway gently on me. She grabbed my hands and guided them to her breasts again, urging me to fondle them. I almost came at that moment. This young sexy teenaged girl was now sitting on top of me completely naked! And acting like a bitch in heat! In a frenzied moment, I was tempted to grab her firm butt, lift her off my hips and impale her on my rigid shaft. But my conscience would never allow me to do that ... not to an under aged girl of 18.

So instead I pulled her towards me, and took her breast in my mouth and began to suck on it passionately. She moaned with pleasure. I switched to her other tit, and repeated the same. She was squirming uncontrollably now, grinding her wet pussy against me. I rolled her off me and sat up on the bed, with my back towards the wall. I pulled her towards me and made her lean against me with her back towards me. My erect cock was pressed against her upper butt and lower back. I cupped her left tit with my left hand and began to squeeze & fondle it, as I pushed her head back towards me and kissed her passionately. I slid my right hand to between her thighs, and began to rub her wet slit. She was really beginning to get wet now.


To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 7

As I rubbed the lips of her wet vagina, she began to lift her hips off the bed and push her gash on to my fingers. I flicked my finger across her tiny clitoris, and she almost jumped. I continued to flick her clitoris, and she started bucking her hips wildly, her hands grabbing my arm in a painful squeeze; and her butt rubbing against my cock. Gradually, I slid my middle finger a little inside her wet pussy, and began to finger her in earnest. She was moaning & gasping continuously now, and going wild. I alternated between rubbing her clit and fingering her slit; and very soon I felt her go into the throes of a shuddering orgasm. She let out a small muffled cry, and then collapsed against my chest, breathing hard; her thighs clamped on my hand. I felt some wetness ooze out of her pussy on to my fingers.


She lay there with her head against my chest, her mouth open, and breathing hard. I soothed her by caressing her arms and fondling her scalp. After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal and she came to her senses. Turning to me, and kissing me again she breathed "Oh that was so wonderful Jignesh bhai ... thank you, thank you ... thank you..." I silenced her by kissing her on her lips again. When I let go off her, she smiled brightly and said "Now it's my turn Jignesh bhai..." I was waiting to hear that.

Before I could say a word, she pushed me back on the bed, and made me lie down on my back. She impatiently threw off my lungi, making me fully naked. My cock sprang out like a cobra, and stood swaying, leaning towards my belly. I spread my legs wide, as she positioned herself between them, and sat down. In the dim light I could see her, lithe and full-bodied, sitting between my legs and gazing at my cock lovingly. She reached out and took my rigid boner in her right hand. She squeezed it gently first, as if testing its hardness; and then began to stroke it slowly. I lay back and watched her as she jerked me off with her eyes riveted to my cock. As she began to stroke faster, I could see her breasts jiggle; turning me on immensely. Having held on for so long, I was not sure of holding on for too much longer. "Jigna" I whispered hoarsely "Please..."

Before I could finish saying what I wanted to, she quickly got on her knees, and bending forward, brought her face to my cock. I felt her shallow breath on my cock, and it twitched in her hand. She watched in fascination, as a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my cock head. She touched the tip with her finger and gently spread the pre-cum all around my cock. As I watched, she opened her mouth, and taking out her tongue, began to lick on my cock. She began with the underside of my cock. I raised my legs, and bent them at the knees, to give her better access. She held up my cock, and began to lick on the underside. "Oh boy, this horny bitch is learning fast" I thought to myself, as she continued to lick all along my shift.

She pulled her head back, and then stroked me for a moment, watching my cock all the time. With a sigh, she bent forward again, and took my cock in her mouth. I groaned and threw my head back. At first she took the big purple knob in her mouth, and began to suck on it like a Popsicle. Slowly, she took more of my shaft inside her mouth and began the motion of moving her head up and down on it. Her tongue was at work inside her mouth, flicking and licking it, as she sucked on me. I couldn't believe that a girl, who had sucked her first cock only yesterday, was so good at it already. I felt my balls begin to tighten, and I raised my hips trying to push more of my thick cock into her hot mouth. She came up for breath once or twice, and immediately went back to work again.
Just as she was settling into a rhythm, we heard a grunt from the other room and froze. In a flash, Jigna jumped off m
y bed, and grabbing her discarded clothes, ran to her bed. And it was just in time, for we heard her father, grunt something incomprehensible again, and then the sound of their door opening. The passage light was switched on, and we heard him go to the toilet and piss noisily. After the noise of the flush receded, I saw the light go off, and heard the sound of their door closing again. I let out a sigh of relief, and felt my racing heart. It had been a narrow escape.

After a few minutes, there was complete silence again. My cock was ready to burst now. Swearing to myself, I got up from my bed and walked naked to Jigna's bed. I needed to cum ... NOW. As I approached her bed, I saw her prop herself up on her elbows. I stood by her bedside, holding my hard cock in my hand, just in front of her face. Without a word, she took hold of my cock in her hand, and opening her mouth, guided it inside. I thrust my hips forward as I felt my cock being enveloped by the warm wetness of her mouth again. Holding up her head, she began to suck my cock again in earnest, bobbing her head back and forth; and stroking me at the same time.
"Remove your hand, Jigna..." I whispered to her urgently; as I took hold of her head and began to move my cock in and out of her sucking mouth. I was tempted to ram my cock deep into the throat of this sexy bitch; but felt that she was just not ready for it. Holding her by the braids of her hair, I began to slowly fuck her mouth ... sliding my cock in, and pulling it out. She was getting the hang of it, and positioned her head accordingly. She opened her mouth in a wide 'O' to let me do that without difficulty. Whenever I would pause with my cock inside her mouth, she would begin to suck on it again. As I felt myself beginning to reach my orgasm, I grabbed her by her hair and began to thrust my cock into her waiting mouth faster.

With each thrust into her mouth, I heard her moan "Ummfff ... ummfff ... ummfff..." As I felt my cum begin to boil in my balls, I was dying to blast my ejaculation in her sucking mouth; and watch as it overflowed from her tiny mouth. "No Jignesh ... don't do that to this girl ... at least not now" I gritted my teeth and told myself. Just as I was able to cum, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, grabbed her breast with my left hand, and holding my cock with right, stroked it vigorously as I ejaculated all over her young teenaged breasts. I came a great deal, and spurt after spurt of my hot cum landed on her firm breasts. I fell forward, and with my hands on the bed, took in deep breaths, trying to steady my shivering body.

She reached out and taking my arm asked in a concerned voice "Are you OK, bhaiya" In between deep breasts, I gasped "Yes ... I am OK" She continued to watch me with concern in her eyes. Gradually my breathing came back to normal, and I straightened up. I picked up my discarded lungi, and again wetting the tip of it with the water from a bottle kept near the bed, cleaned up my cum from her breasts. Once I was done with that, I bent forward and softly kissed her first on both her breasts, and then her lips. As my lips parted from hers, she grabbed me by my head and asked "Did I do it nicely, bhaiya ... did you feel good?" I felt a wave of tenderness rush through me, as I kissed her once again, and holding her face told her with love, "Yes baby, you did it very nicely ... and yes, I felt very good". Her smile on hearing that nearly melted my heart. "Jignesh ... you bastard!" I thought to myself as I staggered back to my bed. I collapsed on the bed, and in no time, was fast asleep.

I was woken up late the next morning by Kalpana aunty. As I stretched, and yawned, I discovered to my dismay that my lungi had come off in the night, and I had used it as a sheet to cover me. She sat on the bed next to me holding a tray with a cup of tea for me and smiled warmly at me. "Good morning beta" she said sweetly. "Good morning, aunty" I replied trying to adjust the lungi, as I realized I was buck naked under it. And to add to my discomfiture, I had yet another raging morning hard-on, and it was making a tent under my lungi. As Kalpana aunt placed the tray on the table, I saw her glance at the tent pole under my lungi. Turning to leave, she gave me a knowing smile, and said "You freshen up, beta and come down. I have kept breakfast ready for you." With a sway of her massive butt, she went out of the room. I cursed myself as I got up, and headed for the toilet. As I pissed, I felt my hard-on subside. I washed my face, put on my clothes and went down. After finishing my breakfast, I headed back home.

As I approached my house, I saw the two maid girls, Pushpa & Rani, waiting near the gate, sitting in the verandah in front. Upon seeing me, they got up and Pushpa said "Hum log bell maar maar kar thak gaye saheb ... humne socha aap so rahe honge" and smiled mischievously. I opened the door and let them in. I went to finish my morning ablutions as they got about their work. As I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, the older girl, Rani came to the door, and said tentatively "Saheb ... sabun ... kapde dhone ka saabun khatam ho gaya hai" As my mouth was full of toothpaste foam, I pointed to the cabinet above the washbasin, and indicated to her that she could take it from there. She walked in tentatively, and as I continued to brush my teeth, I could see her lift her hands up, and struggle to reach the shelf where the washing soaps were kept. Her ripe mango shaped breasts strained against the thin cloth of the yellow blouse she was wearing today. I shook my head and turned away.

Just as she was leaving the bathroom, I finished rinsing my mouth, and straightened. She was, at that moment, trying to carefully squeeze behind where I stood bent forward on the basin, so that she could reach the door. As I straightened suddenly, and reached for the towel, I felt my elbow crush against her full ripe breasts. I startled, and so did she, letting out a small "Uhh". Apologizing, I tried to get out of her way towards the door, and in her hurry, she also tried to move in the same direction that I was, causing my fore-arm to press again on her breast. Both of us stood there frozen for a moment, my fore-arm still crushed against her breast, as we looked into each others' eyes. I let out a brief sigh, and raising both my hands above my head, said to her with a laugh "Pehle aap..." She too let out a small nervous giggle, and with a fleeting glance on my bare chest, stepped out of the bathroom.

This little incident was enough to wake up junior, and he rose in my pajamas, and I felt like getting a little naughty. As I sauntered to the kitchen, I saw the other girl, Pushpa, washing the dishes at the sink, with her back to me, softly humming a song to herself. She stood with that typical pose, hips pushed to one side, her long braid hanging in front of her by her shoulder. I crept up silently behind her, and grasping her with both hands by her slender waist, shouted "Boo..." in her ears. She jumped up like a startled kitten, and with a scream, dropped the dish in her hand, which clattered to the floor noisily. As she pivoted around, she saw me grinning naughtily, and she instinctively hit me. I grabbed her hand as it came towards me.

She relaxed slightly as she realized what had happened, and placing her hand on her chest, said indignantly "Hai maa ... Jignesh saheb ... aapne to..." she stammered, her chest heaving. Hearing the commotion, Rani came running into the kitchen. As she looked at us with a startled look, Pushpa started to rattle out in their native dialect "Arre Rani ... you know what this Jignesh saheb did just now ... meri to jaan hi nikal gayi..." and she proceeded to narrate the entire incident, looking at me with mock anger once in a while. I stood there grinning. On hearing what had happened, Rani clasped her hand to her mouth, and broke out giggling. She looked at me shyly, and still giggling, shaking her head in mock admonition, went back to washing the clothes. I grinned naughtily at Pushpa once again, and went back into my room.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a tee, and was lying on my bed reading the morning newspaper, when Pushpa came into the room carrying a broom to sweep the floor. I smiled at her from where I was lying, and she responded with her trademark cock teasing smile. As she gathered up her ghagra, and sitting on her haunches, began to sweep the floor, I turned to my side, and propping up head on my hands, began to watch her. She glanced at me, and seeing me looking at her with a hint of a smile, gave me one more of her pretentious shy smile. I continued to watch her.

After a while she became conscious, and turning to me, asked me with a mocking smile "Kyaa dekh rahe ho saheb..." "Tumhe dekh raha hoon..." I replied with a loaded smile. "Kyun, aisa kya hai mujhme dekhne layak?" she retorted with that same teasing smile. "Bahut kucchh hai..." I replied enigmatically. "Jaise ki?" she questioned me mockingly. "Paas aao to bataaoonga..." I replied, patting the side of my bed. "Main nahi aaati..." she replied cockily. "Theek hai ... mat aao, main bhi nahi bataaoonga..." I replied coolly, as I continued to look at her with laughing eyes. "The bitch was probably used to her village boys running after her" I thought to myself. "Bataao naa, saheb..." she pleaded, pouting her lips, and putting on a mock look of hurt on her face. "Uh-uh..."I said, shaking my head in the negative; and patting the side of my bed again.

She dropped the broom, and stood up. Twiddling the braid of her hair, she glanced at the door once, and then looked back at me, with a hint of apprehension creeping into her otherwise cocky face. Then she quickly came towards the bed, and gingerly sat down at the edge of it. "Acchha, ab to bataoo saheb..." she whispered. "Aur paas aao..." I told her mockingly. Once again, she glanced at the door, and then pushed herself closer to me, her hips touching my thighs. "Lo aa gayi saheb ... ab bolo na" she pleaded. I lay back and looked her. The slender bitch, with her perky tits in the oversized blouse exposed, along with her waist and belly, thanks to that village choli, her single long braid hanging over her shoulders in front of her, and reaching her lap; sure looked sexy. Reaching out, I placed my palm on her slender bare arm, and began to caress it. "Bolo naa saheb..." she whispered again, squirming a bit as my touch made her skin tingle. "Aur paas aao..." I smiled, beckoning her to bend closer to me.

She hesitated, glanced at the door once again, and then with a shy smile, leant forward. Her pallu slipped off her shoulder as she did that, baring her small blouse-clad tits for me. My hands had slid off her arms, and were now caressing her thighs, and I could feel her thin legs thru her ghagra. I could see a few drops of sweat beginning to form on her brow. As she started to pull her pallu back, I grabbed her hand, and shaking my head negatively, said "Nahi ... rehne do" "Par saheb ... Pushpa..." she started to protest weakly. The way she was sitting now, leaning forward towards me with her hands resting on the bed just near my face, I could see almost the whole of her pert little tits, and the valley between them, through the open hanging neck of her blouse. I looked brazenly at her exposed blouse, and then looked at her face; as if challenging her to stop me. She was beginning to breathe faster now, and there was a slightly scared look on her face.

Once again, she glanced at the door, and then turned back; but made no attempt to move away. "Tu bahut sexy hai, Puspha..." I said to her softly with a smile. Her jaw dropped on hearing that, and her mouth opened as if to say something. But then she gathered herself, and with that same teasing smile, asked me "Sexy? Uska matlab kya hota hai?" she asked with faked innocence, that same cock teasing half smile still lingering on her lips. "Sexy ka matlab nahi jaanti?" I challenged her. "Nahi saab ... bataao naa..." she replied in a near whisper, again smiling teasingly. "Acchaa ... to tum sexy ka matlab nahi jaanti?" I asked again tauntingly. "Uh-uh" she muttered, shaking her head in the negative again. "Abhi bataata hoon..." I said, and sliding my hand up her thigh, placed it on the side of her exposed flat belly, kneading the flesh softly. She stiffened, and a sigh escaped her lips.
Once again she glanced nervously at the door, to confirm that Rani was not there, and turned back to me. I could see the goose-bumps come up on the skin of her arms. "Ab bhi nahi pata chala tumhe sexy ka matlab..." I taunted her, continuing to caress the side of her bare belly, and occasionally teasing her belly button & navel with my thumb. She shook her head again, "Na..." she whispered, her eyes boring into mine. "Sexy ka matlab hota hai ... ki tumhe dekhne se mujhko yeh hota hai..." and looking into her eyes, which were like hot coals, I took her right hand in mine, and placed in on my erect manhood which was throbbing inside my shorts.
Since I was not wearing my underwear, my cock could be felt clearly in my shorts. She jerked instinctively as I did that and tried to pull her hand away, but I held it firmly in place. A soft hiss escaped her lips. This time, she jerked her head around, and very nervously looked at the door. "Ab samjhi tu sexy ka matlab kya hota hai?" I asked her in a taunting voice. She had lost her cockiness, and looked at me with a pleading expression. She nodded her head quickly, and said "Haan saab ... samajh gayi..." relaxing a bit. As I felt her stop struggling, I released her hand which I was holding pressed to my cock. She made no attempt to remove it, and kept it where it was.
Seeing this, I decided to go one more step, and slowly slid my hand which was caressing her waist, up her torso. My fingers reached the bottom of her blouse, and in one swift motion, my hand shot up and cupped her small young breast. She jerked once again as I did that, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Her fingers which were resting on my throbbing cock, involuntarily closed around it and grasped it tighter, as my fingers closed around the pliant flesh of her young tits. She was beginning to breathe faster now. I began to fondle her tits in a gentle teasing manner. Her blouse was loose around her tits, and so I could get a good feel of the shape and firmness of them. They were small (about 31-B) but firm, and easily fit into my cupped palm. She kept glancing back towards the door intermittently, and her hand inadvertently closed & opened on my cock. I was curious to see for how long she would let this go on.

Suddenly we heard Rani call out from the wash area "Pushpa ... O Pushpa..." In a flash; she jumped up from the bed, and ran out. I laughed to myself. I got up from the bed, and followed her. Rani was asking her to rinse the washed clothes and hang them in the balcony to dry, so that she could go and mop the floor. As Pushpa was rinsing the clothes in the wash area, I went up to her. She sensed me behind her and turned; a scared expression on her face. I just smiled, and pulling out my wallet, gave her a 100 rupee note. As I turned to leave, I told her "Kal jo maine kaha thha, woh yaad rakhna ... tu mujhe khush kar ... aur mai tujhe khush rakhoonga..." She smiled slowly, a knowing look on her face, "Samajh gayi, saheb..." she responded, tucking the note inside her blouse.

I went back and lay down on my bed in my room. In a while, Rani came in, carrying a bucket of water & a mop, to mop the floor. She hesitated as she saw me lying on the bed. I pretended not to notice her and continue to read the newspaper. As she sat down and began to mop the floor, I watched her from the corner of my eyes. I could see her keep glancing at me more than once as she went about her job. As she came to the area near the bed, she paused, and stood there hesitating. I could sense that she wanted to say something, but was not able to gather the courage to say it. I casually put the paper down, and looked up at her. As she stood there fidgeting with her hair, which was tied in a long single braid, and hung from her shoulders in the front, reaching up to her waist, I asked her with a smile "Kya hua, Rani?"

She hesitated and then said "Saheb..." she paused. "Bolo Rani... "I prompted. "Saheb ... kal aapne jo mere liye kiya ... uske liye..." she hesitated again "uske liye main bahut shukraguzaar hoon..." "Kya bol rahi ho tum ... maine kya kiya hai tumhare liye?" I told her simply. "Nahi saab, aap bade dayalu ho ... aapne mujhe kaam pe rakha ... aur who bhi 250 rupaye par..." she said to me in a small voice, staring down. "Galat..." I retorted, "250 rupaye par nahi... 500 rupaye mahine par", I said with smile. "Saheb..." she began to speak, surprise on her face. "Shhh..." I interrupted "Woh Pushpa ko iske bare mein kuchh mat bolna ... yeh tumhare aur mere beech main hai ... samajh gayi?" I instructed her. "Haan saab ... samajh gayi" she said with gratitude, her hand still clutching her mouth in surprise. "Aur kabhi kisi cheez ki zaroorat pade to mujhe bata dena ... sharmana mat" I told her in a warm tone. She just nodded her head in gratitude.

Suddenly she darted forward, and leaning forward, placed her hand on my feet, said "Oh Jignesh saheb ... shukriya ... bahut bahut shukriya ... main aapka yeh aabhar kabhi..." "Arre, ye kya kar rahi ho tum..." I interrupted her as I jerked my leg back. "Idhar aao" I said to her with mock admonition in my tone "Idhar aakar baitho" patting the bed next to where I was lying. With a quick glance to the door, she slowly came and sat down tentatively on the edge of the bed. She was a dark girl, and looked incredibly sexy to me right now, with her long hair braided and lying on the front of her, and one ripe breast visible to me in her yellow blouse, straining to get free. "Dekho Rani ... shukriya kehne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... tum meri zaroorato ko poora karo ... aur main tumhari zaroorato ko poora karoonga ... seedhi is baat hai" I said to her with a smile. She looked up at me, and smiled for the first time.

She looked at me and asked "Main aapki kya seva kar sakti hoon saheb?", and after a pause, she said "Aap jo bologe, main woh karoongi..." My cock lurched inside my shorts when I heard that. "Tum kitne saal ki ho?" I queried. "21 saheb" she replied. At least she was of a fuckable age, I thought to myself. "Tumhari shaadi ho chuki hai?" I asked further. "Haan saheb, par mera marad mujhko ek mahine ke andar chhod ke chala gaya" she replied matter of factly. Then she proceeded to tell me her sad story, which was so typical of young girls in the village.

Apparently, she had been 'married off' to this boy at the age of 5 (child marriages were common with these nomads), and at the age of 18, she had been sent to live with her husband. He threw her out within a month on the same old sick grounds of dowry, and now she was living with her old parents. Thankfully, he had not left her pregnant. As she finished telling me about her background, I felt sad and aroused at the same time. Sad, because I felt bad for her condition. Aroused, because it meant she had experienced sex at least a couple of times, and would definitely be craving for it now. She smiled at me weakly when she saw me looking at her face intently.
Pushpa was in the balcony hanging the clothes, and I could hear her humming some village folk tune to herself. Taking my chance, I gently took Rani's hand in mine, and placed it on my hard cock over my shorts. "Tum meri seva karogi na Rani..." I asked her in a low hoarse voice. Unlike that bitch Pushpa before her, Rani did not jump or struggle to pull her hand back. She just lowered her head, and letting her hand remain on my boner, said in a low voice "Haan saab ... karoongi" She turned and glanced at the door once, and then sat there looking down with her hand still on my cock. I quickly stretched out my and, and cupped her left breast, which was not covered by the pallu of her sari.

They filled the cup of her blouse tight, and were probably a 32-C. Ripe, firm, and pliant. Unlike Pushpa's pert little tits which were round (the size of a large lemon), Rani's were more of the mango type, tapering to a conical tip, and curved on the underside. She took in a deep breath, as I squeezed her juicy tit, and sighed; but never looked up at me. Hearing the jingling of Pushpa's anklets, as she came inside the house after hanging the clothes in the balcony, Rani got up. She looked at me once, and asked in a small voice "Saab, mujhe kab aana hoga ... aapki seva karne?" I laughed, and smiling at her "Kal bataaoonga..." Picking up my wallet from my drawer, I handed her three 100 rupee notes. I told her that when I would pay them at the end of the month, I would give her only 250 rupees in front of Pushpa, and this was the balance to make it 500. She folded her hands as he took it from me, bowed her head with gratitude, touched it to her forehead, and quickly walked out of the room.

After the girls left, I showered, changed into my jeans and a tee, and headed for my neighbor Sarla bhabhi's house. After all, I had promised her yesterday that I'd come to meet her once in a while, so why not start from today. Yesterday's incident in the terrace was still fresh in my mind, and I wanted to make my next move quickly. As I rang the bell, I heard her yell from inside, "Kaun hai?" I kept quiet, and just rang the bell again. I could hear her muttering something, and then she opened the door, a look of irritation on her face. As I stood there smiling, her face broke into a wide smile, and she exclaimed "Jignesh! Oh, I thought..." she broke off. "Come in, come in..." she said quickly, grasping my hand and pulling me inside. I laughed as I followed her in, and as she was closing the door behind her, I said cheerfully "Dekho aunty, main apne waade ka pakka hoon" "Haan, woh to hai..." she responded, laughing.

Today, she was wearing a white cotton sari with a white blouse. And again, she was not wearing a bra under her blouse. As she bustled about the room, clearing the magazines, clothes, and other stuff lying strewn around the room, I couldn't help admire the way her soft breasts swung freely in the confines of her blouse, and the way her hips swayed. "Acchha, tum ek minute baitho beta ... main abhi aati hoon" she told me, as she quickly went into her room. When she came out a minute later, I could see the difference. She'd gone inside to make herself a little more presentable. Her hair had been combed and re-tied in that little pony, her sari had been adjusted, her face had been powdered, and I could smell the sweet fragrance of some perfume on her.

I smiled inwardly to myself, my ego having got a boost knowing that she did that on account of my arrival. She bustled into the room again, and sat down on the sofa adjacent to mine. "To bataao, Jignesh bhai..." she said with her trademark flirtatious smile, "aaj kaise aunty ko yaad kiya?" "Aap bhi na, aunty ... kyun main aapko aise hi milne nahi aa sakta kya?" I said in a hurt tone, making a face. She broke into a laugh "Arre beta, main to mazaak kar rahi thhi" she said. "Acchha, did you have your breakfast?" I when I replied in the negative, she got up and said she would make something for me. As she sashayed into the kitchen, tucking the pallu of her sari into her waist, I watched her swinging butt. Soon she returned with some aloo parathas for me. She handed me the plate, and settled down beside me on the couch.

As I was eating the parathas with relish, she propped her elbows on her knees, and resting her face in her cupped palms, watched me eat. "Ummm..." I grunted in appreciation, "Really yummy aunty". "Yummy aunty or yummy parathas" she asked me teasingly. I threw back my head and laughed. "Filhaal to parathe ke bare mein bol rahaa hoon aunty ... aapko abhi chakha kahaan hai maine" I said with a naughty smile, and laughed again. She slapped my arm with a look of mock anger on her face, and laughing, said "Badmaash ... sharam nahi aati tumhe aunty ke saath flirt karte hue ... itni saari girlfriends hai tumhari, phir bhi aunty pe dore daal rahe ho..." "Haan, girlfriends to bahut hai aunty ... lekin aap jitni sexy koi nahi hai" I said to her with a with the hint of a knowing smile on my lips, my eyes looking into hers.

She pouted and said with mock hurt "Jhootha kahin ka ... hamesha aunt ke saath mazaak karta rehta hai" "Mazaak nahi kar raha hoon aunty ... sach bol rahaa hoon ... aapki kasam" I replied, placing my left hand on her thigh, and looking into her eyes with a serious expression on my face. The color rushed to her cheeks, and she adjusted her hair self consciously, her eyes glancing at me seductively. Seeing my chance, I shifted slightly so that my thighs were pressing against hers, and looking into her eyes, said in all earnestness "You know aunty, since the time you moved in next doors, I have been smitten by you. I still remember the first day I saw you, and how gorgeous and sexy you looked the first day you come to our house to introduce yourselves ... you were wearing a orange chiffon sari with a matching sleeveless blouse that day..." I paused to see her reaction. She was watching me intently, a hint of a smile flickering on her lips. "That image of you when I first saw you is still etched in my memory ... and I think I fell in love with you at that very instant. I could not get you out of my mind, and I was always looking for a chance to just get a glimpse of you" I intoned.

As I spoke, she leaned back on the couch slightly, lifted her arm and placed it on the backrest of the, and tilting her head to once side, gazed at me with an expression that was probably a mixture of fondness and lust. My eyes drifted to her breasts which were now pushing against the pallu of her sari. As I turned my eyes back to her face, I could see that she had noticed me looking, but made no attempt to change her posture. "Even when we used to play cricket in the lane here, I was always hoping you would come to watch us play" I continued. That part was true; I always got an extra bit of flair into my game when this sexy aunty next door came to watch us. "I hate garba & dandiya..." I said referring to the festival of 9 nights when the folks dance through the night, "but I would come just to see you aunty. You ... you looked so..." I hesitated with fake shyness " ... so sexy in that ghagra choli you wore" I finished meekly, lowering my head pretending extreme shyness.

There was a brief moment of silence, and then clearing her throat, she sat forward, and placing her hand on mine which was still resting on her thighs, she looked up at me with a very sensuous expression, and asked "Jignesh ... Beta, if you felt like this ... so strongly about aunty ... why did you never tell me anything?" I let out an audible sigh, "Oh aunty, there were so many times I wanted to come and speak my heart to you" I replied in a small voice "but I was afraid that you would laugh at me ... and dismiss me as just another silly boy who is infatuated with you ... and I was afraid that you would share it as joke with all your friends, and then I would become the laughing stock of the colony..."I concluded in a hurt tone. There was another brief moment of silence; I sat there silently with a glum expression on my face, looking down. I could feel the heat of her body, and the sound of her shallow breathing. "Jignesh" she said in a voice that was almost a whisper. I didn't look up. "Jignesh" she whispered urgently again, and reaching towards me, lifted up my face by my chin "Look at me, Jignesh" she continued in that same soft husky voice "Look at your Sarla bhabhi's face beta..." she insisted, still holding my face held up by my chin "Does it look like I am laughing at you now?" she asked softly, an intent expression on her face, her lips quivering gently.

I looked into her eyes, and replied in an equal whisper "No..." Running the fingers of her right hand across my face softly, her left one still gently caressing the back of my palm resting on her thighs, she said "My dear Jignesh beta ... you don't know how happy you have made aunty today ... by sharing your feelings for me with me..." she spoke huskily. "Aunty ko bhi tum bahut pasand ho beta..." she spoke in a whisper "Sun rahe ho beta" she asked me "Jaise tumhe aunty ki zaroorat hai ... waise hi aunty ko bhi tumhari zaroorat hai..." she said in a firm yet soft voice. "Tum meri baat samajh rahe ho na, beta" she asked me softly, with a hint of a smile returning to her lips. With that same forlorn look on my face, I shook my head dumbly. She pursed her lips in mock exasperation, and muttered softly "Buddhu kahin ka..." Leaning back on the couch, she placed her right arm once again on the top of the backrest, and with a seductive look on her face, opened her other arm invitingly as if beckoning me to come into her arms "Come here..." she whispered hotly "Come into my arms"

Leaning towards her, I moved my face closer to her. She wrapped her right arm which was on the backrest of the couch, across my shoulders, and pulled me towards her with an urgency that gave away how hot she was. As she pulled me towards her, I felt my chest press against her lush soft breasts. A wave of desire surged through me, and I felt my cock stiffening inside my pants. Lifting her other arm, she placed it at the back of my head, and pulling my face close to hers, whispered "Kiss me beta ... kiss your Sarla bhabhi" As she ran her tongue across her lips, I could feel her hot breath on my face. I needed no further invitation, and a soft moan, I pressed my lips to her luscious ones. She let out a soft moan too, and tightening her embrace around me, parted her lips and kissed me passionately.

"Oh boy, she sure is a wild one" I thought to myself, as she slid her wet tongue inside my mouth and frenched me passionately, letting out little moans intermittently. My left arm and my chest were mashed against her lush soft breasts, so I raised my right arm and wrapped it around her back, pulling her closer towards me, as I kissed her back with gusto. She pulled her face away briefly, looked at me with something like raw passion in her eyes, her lips quivering, and then again pressed her mouth to mine. Her hands slid down from my face, and ran along my muscular arms, as she moaned "Oh Jignesh ... I love your body" After kissing for what seemed like an eternity, she pushed me away from her and said in a husky whisper, "Take off your t-shirt Jignesh ... I want to see ... I want to feel your body" I looked into her eyes, and stood up with a slow smile.

As I straightened, I could feel my cock fully erect now, and forming a bulge in the front of my jeans. As I glanced at it, I saw her eyes drawn to it as well. As I pulled off my t-shirt over my head, her gaze moved upwards, and she looked with desire at my muscular torso, and my broad chest with a sprinkling of hair on it. I stood there for a moment letting her look at me. As if drawn by an invisible hand towards me, she stood up. As she straightened, the pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulder, and slid down her arms hanging by her side, and settled down on the floor. She took a step towards me, and with a sigh, wrapped her arms around me, pressing her sexy hot body against mine. I stood at least a head taller than her, and her face came only up to my chest.

My cock stirred as I felt her soft ample breasts press against my lower chest and belly. I wrapped my arms around her back, and pressed her towards me, making sure she could feel the bulge of my hard cock on her soft rounded 36-year old belly. Leaning back slightly in my arms, she brought her arms to the front of me, and began to run her fingers on my chest and arms. This aroused me immensely, and with a moan "Oh aunty..." I slid my hands down her back and cupped her soft fleshy butt. As I squeezed the pliant flesh of her sexy round butt, I heard a soft hiss escape her lips. Placing both my hands on the soft skin of her waist, I pushed her away gently, and looked her appraisingly. It was some sight. A strand of hair displaced from her tied up pony hung over her eyes reaching up to her left cheek. She looked back at me, her lips slightly parted, breathing fast. My eyes moved lower to her neck, the white skin inviting. My cock twitched involuntarily as my eyes took in the sight of her soft rounded breasts, hanging loosely in her white blouse, the pallu of her sari lying half on the floor, and the smoothness of her slightly bulging round belly. "Aunty..." I whispered hoarsely, looking at her lusciously curved breasts, my hands kneading the flesh at the sides of her soft belly.

Her lips curving into a seductive smile, her hands slid down, and taking my hand in hers, she lifted and placed it on her left breast. I let out a long breath, as she pressed my palm on the soft pliant flesh of her gently hanging breast thru her blouse. As my fingers involuntarily closed around her tit, she threw her head back and sighed "Oh Jignesh..." I continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts through her blouse, feeling their softness in my hand; I mentally confirmed to myself that she was a 34-C. My right hand kneading her breast through her blouse, my left hand squeezing her butt through her sari, I bent forward and kissed her bare neck; running my tongue down from her neck to her chest, and down to the valley of her breasts. As she shivered, she clutched my head by the hair, and pressed my face to her soft blouse covered boobs. I clutched the soft flesh of the sides of her belly hard, as I rubbed my face on the softness of her blouse clad breasts.

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

Keeping a straight face, I explained to Kalpana aunty that I had just stepped out for a minute to go to the nearby grocery shop. As I took the tiffin box from Kalpana aunty, the two maids, Pushpa and Rani, came up to Sarla bhabhi's house. I groaned inwardly as I realized that this was the time the two girls came to work at Sarla bhabhi's house. As I looked at Sarla bhabhi and frowned my disappointment, she just let out a silent laugh, and pursed her lips, blowing me a silent kiss. As Kalpana aunty left, Sarla bhabhi also followed the maids inside her house, waving goodbye to me teasingly. "Cock teasing bitch" I thought to myself, as I too opened the door of my house and went in.

As I was having my lunch, the phone rang. It was Jigna. She was calling me from a pay-phone near her college. "Hi baby, how come you are calling me from college?" I asked cheerfully. She spoke rapidly, and explained to me that they had two free classes now, since the teachers had suddenly gone on leave, and so herself and Sejal were planning to go watch a movie at a near-by cinema-hall. As I was wondering where I came into the picture, she continued "Bhaiya, we were thinking it would be so nice if you could also come ... please come no, bhaiya ... please, please, please ... see Sejal is also telling me to ask you to come..." she said in a sing-song voice trying to convince me desperately. After thinking for a moment, I agreed. She was elated to hear my saying yes, and I could hear telling Sejal excitedly that I had agreed. We fixed up to meet outside the hall in 30 minutes time. I finished my lunch quickly, and picking up my helmet & jacket, headed towards the theatre on my bike.

As I approached the cinema-hall, I could see the two girls standing at the entrance waiting for me. As I rode into the compound, Jigna's face lit up and she waved excitedly to me. Sejal's face to lit up in a bright smile. As I parked my bike, and walked up to them, Jigna came running towards me, and grabbing my hand, said excitedly with a big smile "Oh thank you for coming Jignesh bhai..." I smiled back and squeezing her hand said "How could I refuse when you call me, baby" She laughed excitedly as we walk back towards where Sejal stood. As I approached her, I stuck out my hand, and said "Hi Sejal..." smiling at her. She smiled demurely, and as I shook her hand, I gave her a knowing look, and squeezed her hand gently.

To Be Continued...

[Heisenberg]

Part - 8

It was a 1:00 pm show, and there were hardly any people. And since the movie had already started, the ticket counter was deserted. As we walked up to the counter to buy tickets, Jigna stopped suddenly and said that she wanted to buy some pop-corn and Cola. I handed her the money and told her to get it quickly. As she ran off, I turned to Sejal and said "You know Sejal, I didn't want to come ... but when Jigna told me that you were also with her ... I changed my mind". She looked at me with those big round eyes, and then her face slowly broke into a pleased smile.


As we walked towards the counter, she placed her hand on my arm and squeezed gently, smiling her thanks to me. We walked into the hall, and saw that it was almost empty. There were hardly any people. I had selected seats which were at the last row. There were about 15-20 others in the hall, and most of them were couples who had come to cozy up on the pretext of a movie. I smiled inwardly when I saw that there was no one else in our row. We sat down on our seats, with Sejal to my left, and Jigna to my right.

The movie was some lousy Govinda comedy. As we sat, I had placed my helmet in my lap and had thrown my jacket over it. Jigna was already immersed in the movie, and laughing gaily at every silly joke in the movie. After a while, the entrance to the hall was closed, and there was almost complete darkness, with only the light from the screen flickering across the hall. As soon as that happened, I felt Jigna slide her hands under my arm and hook it around my arm. As she pressed herself closer to me, I felt her hard firm breasts pressing against my arm. I stiffened instinctively. "Shit, this bitch is going to get me into trouble" I thought to myself. I glanced furtively at Sejal. She hadn't noticed anything and was watching the movie, both her hands placed demurely in her lap.

I shifted to her side imperceptibly, hoping to get a feel of her big soft boobs on my left arm as well. But the way she was sitting, all I managed to get was the feel of her shoulders against mine. On the other side, Jigna's tight breasts pressing against my right arm was causing junior to wake up, and soon it became really uncomfortable for me with my hard cock straining in my underwear. As the movie progressed, I slowly moved my right hand off the hand-rest of my seat, and placed it on Jigna's knee. She instantly placed her hand on the back of my palm and pressed it to her knee. The way my helmet was placed on my lap, and with my jacket lying half over her Jigna's thighs, there was no way Sejal could see what was going on.

With the utmost subtlety, I hooked my fingers on the hem of Jigna's skirt, and began to slowly pull it up her thighs. Keeping her eyes, on the screen, she slowly pulled up one end of my jacket and covered my hand as well as her thighs with it. I pulled up her skirt, and began to gently caress the smooth skin of her bare thighs. From the way she squirmed in her seat, I could see that she loved it. She periodically clasped & unclasped her thighs, trapping my hand in between the warm firm flesh of her thighs. Ever so slowly, I let my hands creep upwards, and I felt her part her legs a bit to let my hand free access. As I was doing this, I felt Sejal shift in her seat, and I froze.
As she shifted, I felt her move a bit more closely to me and press her shoulder against my arm, and at the 
same time pressing her knee against my thigh. "Oh boy..." I thought to myself. Taking that as a hint, even as I continued to manipulate the insides of Jigna's thighs with my right hand, I slowly slid my left hand and placed it on Sejal's lap. She stiffened as she felt my palm rest on her thick fleshy thigh, albeit over her skirt. Then I slowly slid my palm down Sejal's thigh, till my fingers could feel the bare skin of her knee. I began to then caress the soft skin on her knee with my fingers.

As I did that, I began to feel her tremble a little bit. Not wanting to scare her off, I stopped moving my fingers, and just let it rest there on her knee. We continued to watch the movie in this position for some time. After a while, sensing no movement or encouragement from Sejal, I took my left hand off her knees and rested my forearm back on the hand-rest of the seat again. As soon as I did that, she shifted again, and with an imperceptible movement, slid her right hand under my left arm, and hooked her hand around it. As I turned to glance at her when she did that, she also looked up at me, and with a shy smile tightened her grip on my arm. "Now that's better" I thought to myself as I smiled at her, and got the feel of her big soft breasts pressing against my left arm. I slid my hand off the hand-rest again, and placing it on her knee, patted her knee in acknowledgment.
It was almost like I had a big soft cushion being pressed into my arm. While all this was going on, my right hand too was busy, and by now had reached all the way up to Jigna's panties. She was pressing my hand with hers on her mound, and I was gently rubbing the mound of her pussy through her panties. In between, I would scbang the slit of her pussy through her panties with my finger tips, causing her to shudder. Sejal, on the other side, in the meantime had quietly placed her hand on my palm, and was gently pressing it to her thigh. But I could not take the chance of sliding my hand under her skirt, as there was no cover for her unlike Jigna, whose thighs were covered by one end of my jacket.

My boner was screaming for attention by now. As Jigna continued to rub her tight breasts on my right arm, I was getting tired of just having Sejal's soft breasts pressed against my other arm. On the pretext of re-adjusting myself on my seat, I removed my left hand from Sejal's lap as well as Jigna's lap, and stretched, lifting both my hands well above my head. As I brought my hands down after completing the fake stretching, instead of bringing them both down, I dbangd my left arm around Sejal's shoulder, and brought my right hand back to Jigna's lap.

Sejal froze once again, as my hands were placed on her shoulders, my palm resting on her left shoulder; while Jigna immediately slid her hands under my arm again, and pulled my right hand back in between her spread thighs. She re-adjusted the jacket again to cover her thighs, as I started to rub her mound through her panties again. Shifting my focus back to Sejal, I began to gently run my finger on her shoulder, feeling the strap of her bra through her shirt & petticoat. By now, sure that Jigna had not noticed this move, she had relaxed a bit.

As I caressed her shoulder flesh with my fingers, I felt her move her shoulder and press it against my hand. At the same time, her knee pressed harder against mine. "So sweetheart, you like it..."I thought to myself with a smile. With this newfound confidence, I moved my slid it in between the collar of her college uniform's shirt and her neck. I then began to caress her neck. I could feel her draw in her breath sharply, as she felt my hand on the bare skin of her neck. Her skin felt smooth and hot to my touch. Then I began to tease her by caressing her collar bone and her neck with my fingers. Sliding my fingers down a bit more, I felt the softness of her chest just above the first button of her shirt. She shivered at my touch, and pressed herself closer towards me, her shoulders pressing into the side of my rib-cage under my armpit.

As this was going on, I felt Jigna on the other side shift sideways towards me, and slide her hand to my lap, under my jacket. My helmet was placed just over my crotch, hiding the bulge in my jeans, and she slid her hand on to my crotch through the face-opening of my helmet. "Horny ... but a smart bitch" I thought to myself on her ingenuity. With her palm resting on my lump, she began to press it through my jeans; and tried to squeeze it through my jeans. I responded by rubbing my finger tips harder against her slit, which I could feel through her thin cotton panties, and was rewarded by the feel of her panties beginning to get wet.

On the pretext of re-adjusting the way I was sitting again, I moved by butt on the seat, and in one swift motion pulled Sejal closer towards me, and rested my palm on the swell of her big soft fleshy breast. They were the biggest, softest, fleshiest tit-flesh I had ever felt in my life. I felt her sharp intake of air, as my palm landed on her breast. She glanced quickly towards Jigna, and then at me. I continued to look straight ahead, and just kept my palm there, ready to remove my hand if I saw any resistance from her. I could feel her breathing faster and her left breasts heaving up and down under my arm. Taking one more chance, I cupped her breast in my hand and squeezed it gently. The feeling was just amazing. It was almost like squeezing a milk bag; soft yet heavy; pliant yet fleshy.

I felt her shudder involuntarily, and then in a sudden motion she put her right hand on my thigh and squeezed. I was in seventh heaven. I couldn't believe that this hot busty teenager, whom I had met for the first time just two days back, was today sitting by my side in a dark cinema-hall, letting me squeeze her juicy tits. As I felt the swell of her heavy breasts though her shirt, petticoat, and bra; I told to myself that she had to be a C-cup, and not B. On the other side, Jigna was beginning to get more adventurous. She was now trying to pull down the fly of my jeans. I leaned back a little bit to straighten my hips, so that she could pull down the fly of my jeans. Little by little, she inched the zip down, and had it fully open in some time.

As she slid her hand inside the opening of my fly, and her fingers touched my rock hard cock through my underwear, I squeezed my thighs together. My arousal had by now reached new peaks, and in a swift but almost imperceptible movement, I took my left hand off Sejal's breasts, and slit it into the neck of Sejal's shirt. I was rewarded by the feel of the hot soft flesh of the top of her heavy breasts on my palm. With my fingers inside the neck of her shirt, I could now feel the deep neck of her petticoat against my finger tips now. As my fingertips caressed her chest, I could feel the beginning of the swell of her fantastic pair of tits. Her right hand on my left knee clutched harder. She, ever so gently, raised her left hand, and grabbed my left hand which was inside her shirt now, feeling the skin just above the neck of her petticoat.

As she did that, she also pressed her breast from the side with her arm left arm, causing her heavy breasts to press together and push up towards my exploring fingers, creating a valley between those two heavenly breasts. I took this as encouragement, and began to tease the crevice that had formed between her pliant tit-flesh now. Pulling her closer towards me, I pushed my hand deeper inside her shirt and slid it inside the neck of her petticoat. As my fingers touched the top of her magnificent breasts, I felt her shiver, and goose-bumps form all over her hot skin. My cock was aching and straining by now. As my fingers continued to feel the top of her heavenly tits, I could feel the edges of her tight bra.

As I ran my fingers along the edge of her bra, I could feel that the poor girl was wearing an extremely tight bra; probably to keep her big heavy tits in check. I tried to slide my fingers inside the cup of her bra, but was not able to get it in more than an inch due to the tightness of her bra. By now she was clutching my thigh almost painfully hard, and was pressing herself even more against me. I glanced at her, and she looked up at me, a mixed look of desire and fear on her face. Tapping the edge of the cup of her bra, I pursed my lips in a grimace, and shook my head, indicating my frustration. She responded by turning her face to the screen again, and hunching her shoulders together more, trying to create some space between her breasts and the bra. It didn't help much, and my fingers were not able to go in any more. She just looked up at me with a resigned expression, and then rested her head on my chest. Just then, the movie reached its interval, and 'INTERMISSION' appeared on the screen.

There was a flurry of movements all around, as Jigna pulled her hand out of my open fly, I pulled my hand from in between her thighs, and at the same time slipped my other hand from inside Sejal's shirt, and swinging it over her head, brought it back to my lap. As the lights came on, we all assumed our positions of normalcy. Jigna stretched her hands above her head and yawned; I did the same, while Sejal just straightened her back and smiled at both of us. Jigna asked Sejal if they could go to the women's room. Sejal nodded and stood up. I couldn't get up with my fly lying open under my helmet, so I just sat there, as they both went out. Once they left, I quickly put my hand inside my underwear, adjusted my hard cock, which was already oozing pre-cum, to a more comfortable position pointing towards my belly; and then zipping up my fly, walked out of the hall to get a couple of cold drinks.

Sejal & Jigna returned just as the movie resumed. I was already back in my seat, waiting for them with the bottles of Coke. As Jigna took her seat on my right, Sejal squeezed past my knee and took her seat on my left. We began to watch the movie again, sipping our drinks. As the door was shut, and the hall became dark, Jigna made the first move. Taking my hand, she placed it in between her legs, and immediately covered it with the end of my jacket. I shook my head in silent disbelief. I had never come across a hornier teenager before. As I began to caress the soft warm insides of her thighs again, she furtively slid her hand under my jacket, and through the opening in the helmet, began to caress my cock thru my jeans again.

Seeing that Jigna was occupied, I slowly lifted my other arm and placed it around Sejal's shoulders. This time she responded immediately by pressing herself towards me. My fingers began to move towards her breasts as if with a mind of their own. As my hand reached the neck of her shirt, I felt her lift her left and hand fiddle with something at the front of her shirt. As she put her hand back on her lap, I realized to my utter surprise & joy that she had just opened the top button of her shirt. My heart started beating faster, as I realized that this plump busty teenager sitting next to me was actually, literally inviting me to feel her magnificent breasts.
My fingers cupped her breast from outside her shirt, and gently squeezed them, causing her to press herself against me more. While I was at this, Jigna was going from milestone to another. My hand between her legs had again reached her panties, and as I began to rub the mound of her pussy through her panties, I felt her slide her free right hand under her skirt, and touch my hand. She slid herself down a little more on the seat, and then to my shock, she hooked her finger in the elastic of her panty, and pulled it down a bit. I needed no second invitation, and my fingers slid inside her panty. She pulled her hand back out, and my hand was now firmly held inside by the elastic of her panties; her wet pussy pressing against my fingers.

She spread her thighs wider, and gently pushed her pelvis up towards my palm, as if urging me to finger her. I responded in kind my beginning to rub her with slit with my middle finger. She shivered violently as I did that, and in a fit of arousal, quickly opened my fly again and squeezed my erect cock through my undies. She then proceeded to pull my underwear down a bit, and with a little bit of difficulty freed my hard cock from the confines of my underwear. As my shaft sprang out, it was so erect it almost touched the top of my helmet from inside. And as I began to finger her juicy virgin pussy, she took my hardness in her soft hand and began to stroke me gently.
I shifted in my seat to get a little more comfortable, and in the same motion, pushed my palm inside Sejal's shirt; and then without any delay inside her petticoat as well. As I felt the top of her big soft breasts, my fingers touched the edge of her bra cups. As I tried to push my finger inside the cup of her bra, I was in for another shocker. I realized that Sejal's bra was hanging loose over her amazing boobs; as a result of which my hand slid in about as easily as it would have had she just covered it with a sheet. "Oh man ... what a girl!" I thought to myself. This sweet sexy busty plump teenager, had in the interval, gone into the toilet and unhooked her bra from behind! My palm was now almost fully inside her bra, and for the first time, I felt the huge size, heavy weight, and incredible softness of her incredibly matured breasts. They felt like a huge lump of soft dough in my hand, and my hand automatically closed around that hot mammary flesh.

As I turned to look at her, I saw that she had pressed her head onto my chest, and with her eyes closed, was breathing heavily. My fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her tits, and probed around for her nipples. Her breasts were so huge, that I couldn't find her nipples where I would've normally found them on any other normal size breast. Because of the size of her heavy tits, they hung down on her chest, and the nipples were almost at the bottom of her boob's curve, more towards her belly. I had to start pulling up the flesh of her tits, before my fingers could feel her nipples. For the size of her breasts, her nipples were relatively small. But I figured they were extremely sensitive, for as soon as my finger tip touched it, it stiffened, and she almost let out a moan.

So here I was ... in a dark cinema hall, squeezing and fondling the big breasts of one plump teenage girl; and fingering the wet juicy cunt of another lithe firm bodied one, while she stroked my hard cock! Given the circumstances, could any guy have asked for more? I think not. Jigna was beginning to push up her pelvis almost rhythmically now, even as Sejal was squirming in her seat, the sensation of my hands caressing, fondling, and kneading her tits & nipples sent her into orbit. The way Jigna was going on stroking my cock now; I was scared that I would cum.

Thankfully, the movie was coming to an end now; and I quickly withdrew my hand from inside her skirt. Sliding it inside my helmet, I tapped her hand which was stroking my cock softly. She got the hint and began to withdraw her hand, even as I unobtrusively pulled out my hand from the insides of Sejal's bra, petticoat and shirt. As both girls began to look at the screen, I furtively slid my hand inside my jacket & helmet, and put my house in order ... tucking my cock in, and zipping up my fly. With sanity prevailing now, I put my hand on either girl's leg and squeezed it gently, conveying my thanks to them for a fantastic time. The movie got over soon and we trooped out.

Sejal excused herself first saying she needed to go into the washroom. I figured she wanted to go and hook-up her bra again. After chatting with me for a few minutes, Jigna too followed her inside; probably to take a piss, and maybe wipe her wet pussy. It was Sejal who returned first. She looked extremely unsure and scared as she approached me. The courage which she had managed to muster inside the hall seemed to have deserted her now. She was having trouble looking at me in the eye, and came and stood shyly by my side, silently looking elsewhere. Seeing her discomfiture, I quickly grabbed her hand, and raising it to my lips, kissed them. She looked at me first with shock, and then seeing the loving expression on my face, a smile came to her face. I leaned towards her, still holding her hand, and whispered in her ear, "Sejal, you are a wonderful person. And I love you for who you are." A blush crept up to her cheeks, and her smile broadened.

Suddenly I remembered something. Glancing around to see if Jigna was coming back, and confirming that she was not, I quickly extracted my wallet, and took out two 500 rupee notes, and pressed it into Sejal's hands. "Sweetheart, I forgot to give you this yesterday. This is some pocket money from me for your picnic tour tomorrow" I said with a smile "I know you would be getting some pocket money from your parents, but just keep this with you in any case ... OK" I told her in dead earnest. She just nodded quietly and slid the money into her skirt pocket, just as Jigna re-appeared from the wash room. I dropped off the two girls back to their college and headed home. It was nearly half past five in the evening when I reached home. My cock had oozed so much pre-cum that my underwear had become sticky and uncomfortable. I was dying for a shower and a change.

As I was parking my bike, I saw Sarla bhabhi open the door and come out. Her face lit up with a smile as she saw me. Smiling, she said "Jignesh ... tum sau saal jiyoge ... main tumhare bare mein hi soch rahi thhi..." "Main zara market jaane ka soch rahi thhi ... ek do saadiyan lene... "she continued. She was dressed in a light green chiffon sari, and was looking incredibly sexy with her hair tied up nicely in a pony, a hint of lipstick on her luscious lips, and ear-rings dangling on her earlobes. Putting on her most seductive smile, she asked "Tum mere saath aaoge beta ... aunty ko company ho jayegi..." and her voice trailed off. "Arre aunty ... yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai ... mujhe bas das minute deejiye ... main zara naha ke aata hoon" I responded immediately with a smile. She perked up when she heard that.
I had a quick shower, and came out dressed in a pair of comfortable khakis and a white cotton shirt. As I was about to walk towards my bike, she stopped me 
and said that we would go in her car. She had an old Maruti 800, which was seldom used as her husband was out of town mostly, and she did not know how to drive. Pressing the car keys into my hand, she said teasingly "Kya baat hai ... tum to bade dashing lag rahe ho..." I just smiled and squeezed her hand gently in response. We got into her car, and I drove towards the city. Before leaving, I had already called up the store manager at the boutique shop owned by my father's friend, and informed him that I was coming with yet another customer. He was naturally thrilled to hear this, and assured me of his best services as always. And I too was waiting to catch up with that sales girl Sapna again.

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

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

She was dressed in the same uniform of white shirt-top and black women's trousers. I stepped up close to her, and kneeling towards her, whispered in her ears, "Tum yahaan par hote ho, is liye mera yahaan bar bar aane ka man karta hai..." She smiled softly when she heard that. I glanced around to check if anybody was around, and after confirming there was no one, I quickly took her hand in mine, and pressing a 500 rupee note into her hand, said softly "Sapna, you look really sexy when you keep the top button of your shirt open..." The color rushed to her cheeks, and she blushed when she heard that. She looked into my eyes with a hint of smile playing on her lips.
Glancing around to check no one was around, her hands reached up to her neck, and unbuttoned the top button of her top. My cock lurched in my pants at this gesture. She looked away shyly as I glanced at her neck and cleavage. I lifted my hand, with ran my finger gently along the side of her face, and trailed down towards her neck. Her breathing quickened as I did that. I pulled my hand away quickly as I saw Sarla bhabhi returning from the women's room. As she approached us, Sapna turned to her and asked "So what would you like to look at ma'am?" Sarla bhabhi turned to me with an imploring look, as if begging me to take control of proceedings.

Smiling at her, I said "We'd like to start with looking at some saris for aunty ji here ... she is a very special aunty to me ... so I am leaving the choice to you Sapna..." Sapna smiled and led us to the section where saris were displayed. As we followed her, I took Sarla bhabhi's arm and whispered "Aunty, I don't want you to look at the price tag, OK ... I want you to just select what you like..." "Oh Jignesh beta..." she began to protest. I cut her with a "Shhh..." As Sapna began to show Sarla bhabhi various choices, Sarla bhabi told her that she was basically looking at one good chiffon sari to wear for parties, and a few lesser quality cotton saris to wear at home or when going out to the shop.

As we were looking at the saris, a black chiffon one with silver tinsel embroidery caught my attention. Picking it up, I turned to Sarla bhabi and said "This will look really good on you, aunty..." Bending towards her, I whispered "In fact, you will look really sexy in this" She smiled on hearing this, and glance at the price tag. Turning back to me, she began to say that it was too expensive. I just made a stern face, and stopped her. I was already imagining how sexy she would look in that black sari, which was partly transparent, through which her black sleeveless blouse, arms and belly would be seen. "What do you say, Sapna?" I asked.
"Of course, sir ... this would look very good on madam ... it will go very well with her fair complexion..." she replied with a smile. "In fact, there are some other colors also, if madam is interested..." she continued. She brought out another wine-red one of the same type, which was equally appealing. I liked both, and I could see that Sarla bhabhi too was struggling to decide which one to select. Turning to me she said, "Jignesh, they are both so gorgeous ... I can't decide which one to take..." "It's simple" I said with a broad smile "we'll take them both". Her jaw dropped, and her hands leapt to her mouth, saying "No, no... , I can't..." I just asked Sapna to keep both of them aside, and told her firmly that we were taking both of them.

We then proceeded to select the cotton saris that she wanted. There too, Sarla bhabhi had planned to buy only two saris, but I got her four of them. By now, she had stopped protesting, and was taking everything I said with a grateful smile. Sapna then helped her select the matching petticoats and blouse pieces also. She said that they had a in-house tailor who could get her at least one blouse stitched in an hour's time. As the tailor came, and was taking Sarla bhabhi's measurements for the blouse, I could see him glance furtively at her cleavage. Sapna too noticed this, and smiled shyly at me when I caught her eye. As the tailor left, Sapna said she would go down and arrange for some cold drinks for us while we waited. She went downstairs to take care of that.

As she left, I turned to Sarla bhabhi and asked "Aunty, you had said that you wanted to buy some other personal things also ... what were those?" I asked innocently. She blushed, and with the same seductive smile on her lips, said "Nahi ... woh to main akele kar loongi... " "Acchha, to aap mujhe ab bhi paraya samajhti hai ... theek hai ... jaisi aapki marzi..." I said with a hurt tone in my voice. She quickly clasped my arm, and said "No beta ... aisi baat nahi hai ... mmm ... woh bas thode se bra aur panty lene thhe mujhe..." her voice trailed off, shyness overcoming her. "Oh" I said, as if I was only now beginning to understand. "OK, I will then tell that sales girl to help you with that also..." I said simply, and stood there looking away with my arms folded. I could see her mind trying to decide what she should do.

After a few seconds of indecisiveness, she walked up real close to me, and resting her hand on my arm, with that teasing hint of smile on her lips, said softly "Won't you help me select that also, Jignesh" The look in her eyes as she looked at me made my cock lurch. "But please ask that sales girl to leave us alone for some time ... I will feel shy..." her voice trailed off. I allowed a smile to gradually light up my face and nodded at her. When Sapna returned with the cold drinks for us, I told her that we would just like to look around for a while, and that she could go down and take care of her other work. As I said this, I winked at her. She got the hint, and said that she would wait downstairs for us.

After she went back, we went up to the lingerie section, where all kinds of exotic lingerie were on display. I could see Sarla bhabhi look at them with desire. She reached out and touched one of them, a satiny one with lacy cups, and wire support at the bottom of the cups ... but frowned when she saw the price tag. I could see that she liked that. And I could also imagine how sexy she would look in that, the black bra & panty in stark contrast to her milky white skin. At the same time I could also see that she was distinctly uncomfortable looking at these personal undergarments, with her neighbour's 18-year old son who lusted after her. I broke the ice by picking up that particular bra from the rack, and turning to her said "Oh aunty, this will look really sexy on you..." She blushed as I said that, and was struggling for words. I decided to take my chance, and continued "Oh aunty, it will be my dream come true if I can see you wearing this..." She bit her lips, and her face took on an expression of shyness and lust at the same time, a slow smile playing on her lips. "OK beta, if you want aunty to wear this ... I will" she said in a soft voice.

Once again, I insisted on her taking not just that one, but a crimson red one, and a dark blue one of the same pattern. They were all with matching lacy panties. Turning to her, I said "Aunty, there is one more thing I want to buy for you..." Taking her hand in mine, I led her to another part of the lingerie section where satiny slips & night gowns were displayed. I had my eyes on a crimson red one satiny slip, which was displayed on a mannequin. It came to just below the thighs, and above the knees, with only a thin strap holding it at the shoulder. There was a matching gown of translucent material which one could wear over the slip. The gown was to be tied with a sash in front. Sarla bhabhi's eyes lit up when she saw that. It was probably the kind of stuff which she had dreamt of wearing sometime when she was younger.

With a sigh, she reached out and touched the soft material, and said in a hoarse whisper "It's beautiful..." "It will look even more beautiful when you wear it, aunty..." I replied softly. She looked into my eyes for a moment, and then began to shake her head. "No Jignesh beta ... you have already spent so much ... no ... I cannot..." I stepped up real close to her, and placing my hands on her waist, pulled her towards me, her body touching mine. "For me, Sarla aunties ... please..." I said with desire in my voice. After a few tense seconds, she placed her hand on my chest, and said "Tum aunty ko bahut chaahte ho na, Jignesh..." When I nodded my assent, she smiled, and said "OK beta ... for you ... anything..." I smiled warmly, and before she could react, leant forward and placed a quick kiss on her cheeks. I pulled away from her, and went to call Sapna to pack the stuff we had selected.

As Sapna came up, Sarla bhabhi excused herself to go to the women's room again. As she left, Sapna came up to me and said softly, "Sir, will you come with me for a minute please..." "Of course" I replied, wondering what she had in mind. She led me to into the corridor of the section where the changing rooms were, which was not visible from the main area. Stopping there, she turned to me and slipped a piece of paper into my hand. "This is my phone number, sir ... if you need me for anything ... just call me ... I will come" she said a meek voice. As I heard this sexy dark sales girl say this, I felt my cock lurch in my pants again. "Main saat baje ko free ho jaati hoon... "she continued hesitatingly "uske baad kabhi bhi aa sakti hoon ... aap mujhe subak ko phone kar ke bata de to main kapde bhi lekar aa sakti hoon ... phir main yahan se nikalne se pehle change karke aapko milne aa sakti hoon..." she finished. I just looked at her without a word.

Seeing no response from me, a look of fear and uncertainty came to her face. Slowly I allowed a smile to come on to my face. I stepped up to her, and placing my hand on her waist, pulled her towards me. As I felt her lithe firm body press against mine, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her. She was stunned for a moment, but then relaxed and kissed me back. As she parted her sweet lips, I slid my tongue inside and lashed it against her tongue. She responded with passionate fervor, and I slid my hands down to her butt and squeezed them, pressing her body against me. She let out a soft sigh as she felt my hardness pressing against her belly. I could feel her firm breasts enclosed in a padded bra, pressing against my lower chest. I pulled away from her, and held her at arms length, looking into her eyes. "Main phone karoonga tumhe, Sapna ... par ek shart par..." I said "tum mujhe sir nahi bulaaoge..." She smiled sweetly, and tilting her face to one side, nodded at me.

We came out of the changing rooms' area quickly, just in time to see Sarla bhabhi returning from the women's wash room. By this time, the tailor had returned with the black blouse for the black sari, and Sarla bhabhi and Sapna went towards the changing room to check the fitting. I headed downstairs to wait for them. She was satisfied with the blouse (a sleeveless one of course), and I then proceeded to settle the bills. Once again, Sarla bhabhi looked at me with concern when she saw the amount. I just smiled at her re-assuringly. The attendants helped us carry the bags into the car, and we began our drive home. As I was driving, Sarla bhabhi seemed to be lost in thought. "Kya soch rahe ho aunty?" I asked teasingly. She came out of her reverie, and responded "Kuch nahi beta ... bas aishe hi..." She then placed her hand over my hand which was on the gear knob, and said "Beta ... main tumko thank you kaise kahun ... yeh meri samajh main nahi aa raha hai..." "Oh aunty" I chided her "thank you to mujhe kehna chahiya ... ki aapne mujhe mauka diya aapke liye kuch gift lene ka..." "Aur agar aap phir bhi thank you kehna chaahti hai to ... bas mujhe ek bar aapko us black sadi mein dekhne dena..." I said with a suggestive smile. She just let out a small giggle, and continued to caress my hand.

By the time we reached home, it was nearing half past seven. As we were getting out of the car, Sarla bhabhi said "Beta, aaj tum dinner ke liye ghar par aana ... main tumhare pasand ka khana banaoongi..." When she saw me thinking about that "Aunty ne tumhari sab baate maan li ... ab aunty ke liye itna bhi nahi karoge..." she said with mock hurt in her voice, her lips curling into a sexy pout. I laughed, and said that I was just thinking what I would tell Kalpana aunty, because she would come with my dinner in the night. "Oh, tum usko keh dena ki tum aaj kuch friends ke saath dinner ke liye bahar ja rahe ho..." she piped back immediately. "But don't tell her that you will be at my house, OK beta..." she said anxiously. I laughed again, and said "OK aunty, I will come ... and I won't tell her..." I went home and placed a call to the neighbour of Kalpana aunty (where they used to receive their calls, since they did not have a telephone at their place), and asked them to convey the message to Kalpana aunty that I would not be home for dinner tonight, since I was going out with some friends for dinner. "Jigna is going to be disappointed tonight" I thought to myself.

After having a quick shower, I changed into a comfortable pair of khakis and a collarless shirt. I liberally dabbed cologne on my body, and having shaved, reached her house. She took her time opening the door, and when she did, I decided it was worth the wait. Dressed in the black chiffon sari I had just bought for her, with the matching sleeveless black blouse, a black high-heeled sandal, a gold chain around her neck, dangling gold ear rings and a dozen red glass bangles on each hand, she looked ravishing. She had put on a bit of make-up too. The mascara, eye liner, a hint of rouge on her cheeks and a faint lipstick only added to the charm. "Sorry beta, I was getting ready when you rang the bell..." she said with a lovely smile. "You look gorgeous, aunty" I replied with a smile.

She blushed, and taking my hand said "You don't have to flatter me so much, Jignesh bhai" I just laughed in response. She closed the door quickly, and led me to the comfortable living room. I noticed the way she swayed her hips as she walked to the kitchen. The sari clung to her body, and was tied low down her waist, showing her sexy belly button. The black chiffon being partly transparent, I could see the outline of her black blouse and the bare belly under the pallu. She had even put on a pair of sliver anklets that jingled softly as she walked. "Make yourself comfortable beta" she said from the kitchen. "What would you like to drink in the meantime?" she asked. "What can you offer me, aunty ... tea, coffee, or..." I replied with a laugh. I heard her giggle in response. Walking up to the kitchen, I said "Would you like to have some wine, aunty? I have some chilled white wine in the fridge at home" "Oh that would be wonderful, beta" she replied. "The last time I had wine was many years ago, when Dev had taken me to a party at his boss's place" Dev was her husband, who was always on tour.

I quickly went home and fetched the wine. She had kept two wine glasses ready. I uncorked the wine, and handing her the cold frosty bottle, said "Why don't you do the honors aunty" "You are so sweet beta..." she smiled seductively, as she took the bottle from my hand, and began to pour the wine into the glasses. As she leant forward to pour the wine, the pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulders, down to her arms. That gave me a quick glimpse of her magnificent cleavage in the low cut blouse. She caught my eye, and a teasing smile played on her lips. Straightening up, and adjusting her pallu, she sat down on the couch by my side. Handing me a glass and picking up hers, she said "Here is big thank you to you Jignesh beta ... for buying aunty all those wonderful gifts today" she said with a smile. We clinked our glasses, and took a sip of the wine. "Umm..." she said as she savored the wine.

As we settled back on the couch, I said "Aunty, why don't we just order some food today. I know you must be tired today after the shopping, and I would rather sit with you and have a nice evening rather than you spending time in the kitchen." "But beta, I had promised you I would cook for you today..." she began to protest. "There will be plenty of other times for that aunty" I told her with a smile "Today let us just relax..." She happily agreed. I was in the mood for some Chinese, and ordered it from a nearby restaurant that made good stuff. After putting the phone down, I went back and sat on the couch, making it a point to sit much closer to her. She had already finished her glass, and I could see that her cheeks had begun to flush.

As I poured her another glass, she put her hand on my thigh, and said "Jignesh beta, it is after such a long time that I am having such a good time ... thank you so much for making aunty feel so good..." she said gently. "Oh come on aunty, this is just the beginning..." I said with a laugh. "In fact, I should be thanking you for calling me to your house today..." She squeezed my thigh in response, and said "Oh I wanted to do this for so long now ... better late than never..." she said throwing her head back with a laugh. The wine was beginning to work its magic, and I could sense that she was beginning to loosen up. Placing my hand on hers, I looked into her eyes and said "You know aunty, I wish I was born much earlier ... then I could have met you before you got married ... I am sure you were the sexiest girl in your college..." She blushed again, and I could see that she was mighty pleased with what I had said. "Do you have any photographs of you from before you got married, aunty? I would love to see them..." I asked her "Really beta! I will get them right away then..." she said with a smile, and got up to do that.

To Be Continued ...

[Heisenberg]

Part - 9

As she went inside the bedroom to fetch them, I refilled her glass again, and poured myself another one. She returned with a bunch of albums, and placing them on the tea table, sat down next to me once again. As she opened the first album, I slid closer to her on the sofa so that our thighs were touching. Placing the album on my lap, she began to turn the leaves, leaning towards me in the process. As she did that her soft breasts pressed against my arm, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. As I looked at her photographs from her college days, I felt my cock begin to stiffen. She was a hot piece of ass in her younger days. Much slimmer, and very very sexy. There were plenty of photographs of her in western clothes like skirts and pants. Her breasts were smaller and much firmer in the photographs. As we moved to the other albums, we came to the one of her wedding. She looked stunning in her traditional red and gold wedding attire. She was talking away continuously, telling me about each photograph, but I hardly heard her. I was enjoying the feel of her warm soft breasts on my arms as I looked at the photographs.

As she closed the last album, and put it down on the glass table top, I looked at her in earnest, and with a look of immense desire, said "You know aunty, you were gorgeous then ... and you have just become more sexy now ... Uncle is such a lucky man to have you..." She blushed again, and laughed to cover her embarrassment. "Uncle does not think that way any more ... for him I have become old..." she said with a smile. I just shook my head and smiled at her. "Well, I don't think so" I said as I settled back on the sofa, and sipped the wine. I leant back and rested my arm on the back of the "Thank you beta..." she said softly, as she too leant back and rested her head on my left arm which was stretched across the sofa back. In that position, I was able to let my palm rest on her bare arm at the shoulders.
Her movements had become languid by now, and I could see that the wine had started to get to her now. Taking my chance, I began to caress her bare arm at the shoulders. She responded my snuggling up closer to me, so that her head now rested on my chest, just under her chin. Seeing that my glass was empty, she brought her glass to my lips, and said "Here beta, drink from aunty..." Taking her hand holding the glass in mine, I drank from her glass and then made her take a sip too. Turning to look into her eyes, I said softly "I'd rather drink from your lips aunty..." She blushed again, and turned her face upwards to look at me. As I moved my face towards her face, she closed her eyes, and parted her lips ever so softly. I placed my mouth on hers, and began to French kiss her passionately. She moaned, and pressed her body to me even more, kissing me deep, and her tongue intertwining with mine in her mouth.
As she had twisted sideways in order to kiss me, I could see the swell of her breasts straining against the sheer black sari. As we kissed, the pallu of her sari slid down her shoulder, baring her beautiful breasts clad in the black sleeveless bra to me. The black-beaded mangalsutra with a gold pendant looked immensely sexy in the deep cleavage created at the neck of her blouse. A few strands of her hair had come loose, and dangled seductively in front of her ear. My hands moved to her face, playing with the strand, and teasing her ear at the same time. She shivered as I did that, and threw back her head, fully leaning against me with her eyes closed.
I admired the way she looked, leaning back against me, head thrown back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, breathing shallow, and the pallu displaced from her shoulder, giving me an unrestricted view of her heaving breasts in the sexy black sleeveless blouse. I slid my hand down from her ears, and caressed her neck, running my fingers along her shoulder bone. As I traced a line along the v-cut neck of her blouse, she shivered once again, and without opening her eyes, clasped her hand over mine and squeezed. She then gently pushed my palm to her heaving breast, as if asking me to cup them. I could now feel the heat emanating from her body, as her thighs pressed against mine.
I leaned forward, and gently ran my tongue along her neck. "Oh Jignesh..." She moaned as she felt my tongue, and I could see the goose-bumps spring up on her skin. Placing my on her left breast, I squeezed it gently. It was heavenly to feel her soft breasts in her blouse. As my fingers closed around her pliant tits, she arched her back, and pressed her breasts into my hands. She was half lying against me, with her back towards me, and her head resting on my shoulder. My left arm was around her shoulder, caressing her arm, while my right hand was squeezing her breasts. Her pallu had slipped off her shoulder completely, and was now lying in her lap, thus baring her entire torso to me. I let go off her left breast, and moved my right hand to her right breast, repeating the treatment. She was moving against me, pressing her torso to my hand, her thighs clasping and unclasping. I then slid my right hand to her belly, and began to caress the soft skin of her well rounded belly.
As I ran my fingers in circles around her belly button, my left hand which was wrapped around her shoulders slid down and began to fondle her beautiful breasts through the blouse. She shuddered involuntarily as I teased her belly. As I slid my hand down further and began to caress her thighs through the sari, she responded by placing her hand on my thigh, and rubbing it. I had a raging hard-on by now, and there was a pronounced bulge caused by my cock straining against my khakis. Her fingers began to feel the outline of my rigid cock through my pant, as my hands began to pull up her sari and the black petticoat below, exposing her beautifully shaped fair calves. Her flawless skin was so fair, it was like milk and honey. And the black strapped sandal on her white skin only accentuated the beauty of her legs.
I wanted to have a good look at her body, and so I whispered into her ear "Aunty, will you please stand up and take off your sari..." She opened her eyes, and said shyly "Oh beta, do you really want me to do that..." "Yes aunty, its been something I have dreamt of ever since the day I first saw you ... see what you have done to me..." I said with a smile, taking her hand in mine, and placing it over my boner protruding thru my pants. Her fingers squeezed my cock through the confines of my pants, as she moaned "Oh Jignesh..." and once again kissed me passionately. I responded by squeezing her breast harder with my left hand, and sliding my hands up under her sari, caressing her exposed knee. Then she stood up slowly, and faced me. As I leaned back comfortably in the sofa, she began to remove her sari. She bit her lips as she looked at me with desire, and slowly undbangd the sari from her body.
As the black sari came off, I was presented with the immensely sexy view of the sexy Sarla bhabhi standing in front of me, in only her black sleeveless blouse, black petticoat, and black high-heeled sandals. She stood there uncomfortably for a moment, looking down at the floor, her hands hanging loose by her sides. Then she finally raised her eyes, and asked me shyly "So how do I look beta..." "Oh you look gorgeous aunty..." I breathed, as I stood up and walked up to her. Placing my left hand on her curvy waist, I pulled her towards me, and kissed her. She responded by pressing her body against me, and wrapping her hands around me. "Aunty..." I whispered into her ear. "Yes beta..." she responded. "Aunty, take off your blouse also please..." I said hoarsely, as I moved away from her, and stood admiring her body. She looked at me with her patent teasing smile, and without word began to open the hooks of her blouse.
She continued to look into my eyes, as she opened all the hooks of her blouse one by one, exposing the sexy black bra I had bought for her today. Catching the flaps of her blouse with her hands, she slowly slid the blouse off her shoulders. As the blouse came off, I let out a sigh, as my eyes went to her beautifully rounded breasts clad in the lacy black bra. She looked an object of desire, with the 36-C breasts held up inside the lacy black bra, her gently swelling well rounded belly, a waist which probably was size 34, swelling into her perfectly curved size 40 hips. "Beautiful aunty ... beautiful..." I breathed, as I moved closer to her, and placed both my hands on her hips, feeling the flesh on the side of her waist. Sliding up hands upwards, I ran my hands over bra, feeling the softness of her breasts, even as she turned her face sideways and closed her eyes.
I pressed my crotch against her, as I began to squeeze her breasts once again. I leaned forward, and gently kissed her on her collar bone, causing her to shudder once again. My tongue then began to run alongside the edge of her bra, making her moan, as she clutched my head by the hair and pushed my face to her breasts. Pulling my face away, I looked into her eyes again and whispered "Now the petticoat aunty..." She smiled seductively again, and began to untie the cord of her petticoat. As she loosened the cord, her petticoat slid down her legs, and fell in a heap around her ankles. I sat back on the sofa, and looked at her. She stepped away from the petticoat which now lay in a heap on the floor, and stood in front of me, in only her black bra & panty, her hips thrust sideways to one side, with her hand on her hips.
As I feasted my eyes on the sight of the incredibly fair and sexy Sarla bhabhi standing in front of me clad only in the skimpy black lacy bra & panty, I said softly "Oh Sarla aunty ... you are the most sexy woman I have ever seen in my life..." squeezing my cock thru my pants. Her shapely legs were long and smooth like marble, with a proportionate well rounded butt inside the confines of her panties. She walked towards me with a sway of her hips, and leaning forward towards my face, placed her hands on my shoulders. As she bent forward, her soft breasts swung forward inside her bra, and I was presented with the sight of her deep cleavage. "Won't you show Sarla aunty your body now beta..." she whispered, as her fingers began to unbutton my shirt. As my shirt came open, I shrugged it off my shoulder, baring my torso to her. "Oh you have such a good body beta..." she cried, as she looked at my well muscled chest and biceps with desire, running her fingers on my chest. She ran her fingers over my chest, teasing my nipples with her fingers, even as I placed my hand on her bare thighs and caressed them.
With a groan, I cupped her breast once again, and squeezed hard, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. She quickly knelt down between my legs on the floor, as I sat on the sofa with my thighs parted. My mouth was dry with desire, as I said "I want to see your breasts now aunty..." "I am yours beta..." She replied in a husky whisper. As I began to slide my fingers inside her bra, she smiled at me, and said softly "Let me help you beta..." She then slid her fingers inside the cup of her left breast, and pushing down the lacy cup of her bra with the other hand, pulled out her sexy soft breasts. "Oh aunty..." I groaned as her luscious ripe breast came into view. The juicy tits of the 36-year old Sarla bhabhi were not very firm and sagged a little bit. They were fleshy and incredibly soft, as a result of which they hung down on her chest, rather than stand out. She repeated the process with her other breast, pulling it out too. Her milky white breasts were now bared in front of me for me to ravage, held up by the wired-cup bra, which she had not unhooked yet. She had small pinkish areolas, capped by pinkish nipples that were just waiting to be sucked by me.
As I gazed her gorgeous breasts, she straightened her shoulders, presenting them to me, still sitting on her knees in front of me between my legs. My hands reached out to clasp her soft tits, and I squeezed them to my hearts content. She threw back her head and moaned, as I pinched her already erect nipples with my fingers. She quickly stood up, and then proceeded to kneel in front of me by placing her knees on either side of me on the sofa. Placing her hands on the back of the sofa, she leaned forward once again, dangling those juicy milky breasts in of my face. With a groan I placed my hands on her hips, and began to knead the soft flesh of her ass. "You like auntie's breasts beta... ?" she asked tenderly, as she swayed from side to side in front of me, causing her dangling breasts to swing gently in front of my face. In response, I pushed my face forward, and with a hungry groan, took her left breast in my mouth. I began to flick her nipple with my tongue, even as I grasped her other breast and squeezed it roughly, rolling the nipple between my fingers. She cried out in pleasure, and clutched my head by the hair, feeding me her milky soft breasts. I began to suck on her breasts in earnest, trying to take as much of the soft tit flesh in my mouth, and lashing her nipple with my tongue.
I switched to the other breast and repeated the treatment, even as she tugged at my hair harder and cried out in pleasure "Oh my darling..." I finally let go off her breasts, and let my head fall back on the sofa back. She leaned forward and kissed me passionately. She was tremendously aroused by now. She quickly slid off the sofa, and once again knelt down on the floor in front of me, between my spread legs. Her hands began to fumble with the button of my khakis. I helped her unbutton my trouser, even as she unzipped my fly, exposing my briefs inside. My cock was fully erect now, and had created a huge bulge in my briefs. Looking into my eyes with a teasing smile, she began to caress my hardness thru my briefs with her finger tips, causing me to squirm. Her lips were parted now, and she was beginning to breathe heavily, as her eyes were once again drawn to my crotch.
Sliding her fingers under the elastic of underwear, she pulled it down slowly, causing my erect cock to spring out and slap against my belly. A soft cry escaped her lips, as my rigid cock came into view, standing at attention. She inadvertently licked her lips, as she wrapped her fingers around the thickness of my hard cock. She looked up into my eyes with a look of lust, and whispered "Jignesh beta... "I was hopelessly aroused now, and said hoarsely "Oh Sarla aunty ... this is something I have dreamt of ever since the day I saw you..." I could see that it pleased her, because she blushed and replied with a shy smile "Same here beta..."
She tightened her grip around my rigid cock, and began to gently stroke it. As she moved her hand up and down, my foreskin slid back, exposing my blood gorged cock head, which was shiny with the pre-cum that had oozed out. Rubbing her fingertip on my cock head, she smeared the pre-cum all over the length of my cock, and began to slide her hands up and down my boner. She was staring at my cock in rapt attention as she did that, her mouth slightly open. I reached out and grasped her ripe, juicy, dangling breasts and squeezed them roughly, as she continued to stroke me with love.
As I let go of her tits, she leaned forward slightly, and began to rub the tip of my wet cock against her breasts. "Oh aunty..." I cried, as she began to rub her erect nipples on the slit of my cock. She then reached back, and quickly unclasped the hook of her bra at the back. As the bra came loose, she pulled it off her shoulders. Cupping her ripe dangling breasts, she placed them on either side of my cock and squeezed my cock in the valley in between. Holding on to her breasts, she then began to move them up on down around my cock, which slid easily in between as I was liberally oozing pre-cum by now. My cock was beginning to throb and jerk now, as I threw back my head in pleasure and enjoyed the sensation of her soft plaint tits shagging my cock.
I jerked as I suddenly felt her wet tongue licking the tip of my swollen cock. I groaned with pleasure and grabbed her by her hair which she had tied in a pony tail. As I thrust my hips upwards, she opened her mouth, and took my engorged cock head into her mouth. "Oh Sarla auntie..." I cried out, as I felt her wet hot mouth engulf my cock. She slid her tongue on my cock head, even as she began to suck on me. She opened her mouth wider, and pushed her head down on my cock, taking my cock deeper into her mouth, nearly touching her throat. It was the stuff of my dreams to see the gorgeous Sarla bhabhi on her knees in between my legs, her red juicy lips wrapped around my cock, and sucking it with love. Her fingers began to fondle my swollen balls, as she began to bob her head up and down, sucking my cock lovingly. I was beginning to get a cramp in my hamstring, and so I pulled her head off my cock. With a cry of lust, I stood up.
With her still kneeling on the floor, I positioned myself in front of her. Holding her head by the hair, I pushed my cock into her willing mouth once again. She took hold of my cock with her right hand and began to stroke me, as she began to suck on me once again. "Auntie..." I cried out in pleasure. Feeling my sperm begin to boil inside my testicles, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and said to her in a hoarse voice "Now my turn aunty..." I pulled her up by her hands and pushed her down on the sofa. As she fell back on the sofa, I quickly knelt down between her outstretched thighs. She was breathing very heavily by now. Running my hands along her thighs, I took hold of her legs, and began to lick the insides of her milky soft thighs. "Oh Jignesh beta ... you don't have to..." she cried out. "I want to aunty..." I replied, as I hooked my fingers in the elastic of her skimpy panties and pulled them off her hips. I let out a groan of desire, as her glorious pussy came into view. She was shaved clean, and her cunt was smooth and soft like that of a virgin. Her eyes were glazed with desire by now. I caressed the smooth soft mounds of her vagina with my fingers, and slowly parted the lips open, baring her lovely pink wet pussy.
She was fully wet now, and her pink pussy glistened with her juices. As I slid my middle finger inside her pussy, she groaned "Ohhh beta..." and thrust her hips upwards. She was so wet, that my finger slid in like knife through butter. As I began to slide my finger in and out of her sopping wet pussy, she bit her lips in pleasure, and grabbed my arms, squeezing them. With a moan of pleasure, I pushed her thighs back, and threw her legs over my shoulders. Bending forward, I clamped my mouth on her juicy cunt, and began to lick her. The musky odor of her pussy caused my cock to shudder, as I slid my tongue inside her wet pussy, holding her pussy lips parted open with my fingers. As I lashed my tongue against her erect clit, she cried out in pleasure "Oh God..." and grabbed me by my hair.
Her hips began to buck up and down, as she pressed my face onto her pussy, suffocating me in the grasp of her thighs which were wrapped around my head. I continued to suck on her pussy with gusto, even as she began to thrash about on the couch, throwing her body from side to side. Her body was beginning to shudder now, as she pulled at my hair painfully. I looked up to see her lying on the sofa, head thrown back, biting her lips, squeezing her breast with her left hand, and holding my hair with the right, thrusting her hips to push my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. "Oh, oh, oh..." she began to cry out as I felt her body begin to shudder, the first throes of her orgasm hitting her. "Unnhhh ... Unnhhh ... Unnhhh ... don't stop beta..." she cried aloud, as began to grind her hips roughly against my raving mouth and tongue.
With a savage jerk of her hips, her first orgasm hit her, making her to cry out so loud, I was scared the neighbors may hear her. She continued to buck her hips, as she went through the throes of her orgasm, never letting go off my hair. Finally her body spasms subsided, and I pulled my mouth away from her pussy. She pulled me up towards her, making me lie down on top of her, as she kissed me passionately, thanking me again and again "Oh thank you Jignesh beta ... thank you ... thank you ... thank you so much..." I just clamped my mouth on her to silence her, and kissed her back. "Oh beta ... how do I thank you ... it is after so many years that I have experienced something like this... "She told me lovingly. "Oh aunty" I chided her "I am so happy that I have been able to give you pleasure..." She responded my wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight.
I was still lying on top of her, and my hard cock was pressing against her belly in that position. "Beta, now it is my turn ... I want to feel you inside me now" she whispered into my ears. "Will you do that for aunty, beta..." she asked me in a child-like voice, which I found immensely arousing. With a smile, I pushed myself up, and straddled her, as she lay on the sofa. Placing my knees on either side of her chest, I took hold of my erect cock, and stroked it in front of her face. She got the hint, and slid her body upwards so that her head was now propped up on the arm rest of the sofa. As she took hold of my cock which was right in front of her face, and licked her lips, I pushed my hip forward, and slid my cock into her loving mouth. With a moan of pleasure, she took my big hard cock in her mouth, and began to stroke on it and suck on it at the same time. I grabbed her by her hair, and thrust my cock roughly into her willing mouth. She almost gagged with my thrust, but still opened her mouth wider to try and accommodate my cock in her mouth.
Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I quickly moved back and sat down on the sofa once again. I pulled her up. As she stood up, she took off her panties, and then came and positioned herself on my lap, with her knees resting on either side of my knees. "Take me inside you aunty..." I breathed hoarsely. Holding my cock with her hands, she straddled my hips and positioned her vagina on my hard erect cock. With a moan, she pushed herself down, causing my hard cock to slide up her wet well lubricated cunt. As she felt my thick cock fill her up, her eyes glazed over, and she moaned "Oh beta, you are so big..." She settled herself down fully on my cock, burying my cock to the hilt inside her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, taking deep breaths, as she adjusted to the feel of my thick cock stretching her pussy. "Its been so long... "she cried hoarsely, as she began to sway on my cock. I reached out, and grasping her dangling breasts, began to thrust my hips upwards, causing her body to shudder.
As she acclimatized to the feel of me buried inside her, she began to move her hips up and down on me. She placed both her hands on my shoulders and began to thrust her hips down on my cock with vigor. As she began to pump her hips on mine, I could see her dangling breasts jiggle and dance with each thrust. With a lusty look in her eyes, she asked me "Are you feeling good beta..." "Oh yes aunty ... I am loving it..." I gasped between breaths, as she continued to fuck me. My hands were alternating between squeezing her jiggling breasts and her wriggling ass, thrusting my hips up each time she pushed down on to me. I saw that she was beginning to tire, and so I sat up and pulled her off me. Pushing her down to lie down on the sofa, I positioned myself between her legs.
Taking her right leg in my arms, I pulled them up straight and placed them against my chest, with my shoulder supporting her under her knee. Pushing back her other leg, I spread her wide, and rubbed the tip of my rigid cock against her glistening pussy. "Yessss beta..." she breathed, as I did that. She slid her hands in between her thighs, and guided my hard cock into the opening of her wet vagina. With a groan, I pushed forward, sending my cock slithering into her sopping wet cunt. As she felt the girth of my thick cock enter her, she let out a low moan of pleasure. Hers was perhaps the juiciest cunt I had fucked in my life. It was incredibly hot and slippery inside, and wrapped around my cock like butter. Holding her right left, which was pushed up straight against my shoulder, and pushing back her right leg bent at the knees, almost touching her breasts, I began to thrust my cock in and out of her.
With each stroke, she moaned, and kept muttering "Yes, yes yes..." her eyes locked into mine. I was reaching boiling point now, and began to ram into her wildly. My cock was thrusting in and out of her with a squishy noise, and my hips smacked into her with a loud noise each time I thrust myself into her. She was thrashing around like a bitch in heat, as I felt her pussy starting to clasp and spasm around my rampaging cock. "Beta..." she whimpered "I am about to..." "Yes aunty ... yes ... yes ... yes..." I gasped as I continued to fuck her relentlessly.
With each thrust, her ass flesh jiggled, and her rather loose and soft breasts wobbled around like a milk bag. I continued to ram my cock into her, and as I felt my orgasm beginning to build up, I started to pull out of her. "No beta..." she said to me between gasps, "I want you to come inside me..." Hearing hat was enough for me to blow my load, and my cock erupted inside her, sending burst after burst of my cum shooting inside the depths of her vagina. As my cock continued to shoot out spurt after spurt, I shuddered with ecstasy, and grabbed her soft flesh ass, keeping my cock pushed deep inside her. She was biting her lips hard now, and had clamped her hand on her mouth, as her orgasm too hit her. With a deep groan, she began to buck violently on my still spurting cock, digging her nails into my arms.
I finally collapsed on top of her, even as her thrashing reduced to shudders, as her second orgasm washed over her. We lay like that on the sofa for what seemed like an eternity, gasping like a pair of dogs. Finally, she managed to say between deep breaths "Beta that was the most beautiful thing ... thank you so much ... I have not experienced something like this ever since my son was born..." she continued to mutter in between deep breaths. "I hope I was able to make you happy also, Jignesh beta..." she asked me tenderly. "Oh aunty, please don't embarrass me by saying things like that ... you know it was the most ... the greatest feeling for me ever..." I flattered her. Pulling myself up, I stood up and looked at her lying like limp doll on the sofa. She looked damn sexy lying like that on the sofa; her hair disheveled, her lipstick smeared, and one leg dangling from the sofa, her sexy black sandals still on.
Since the food we had ordered was due to arrive any moment, we got dressed quickly. After finishing dinner, we hit the unfinished bottle of wine again, and hit the bed sloshed. Sometime in the middle of night, I woke up to the sensation of her sucking on my cock. What followed was another good romp, where I fucked her senseless, missionary style, doggy style, and with her top also. We finally collapsed from our exertions, and I woke up refreshed early in the morning. I dressed quickly, and left her place, not wanting the neighbors to spot me coming out of her house so early in the morning.
Feeling rejuvenated from the terrific fucking I had had last night, I decided to do my daily exercises in the morning itself. After finishing my workout, I had a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I made myself some breakfast of cornflakes and milk, and was just finishing my orange juice when the bell rang.
It was Pushpa and Rani, the two girls whom I had employed as maids a few days back. Pushpa, the young cock one, beamed at me when I opened the door; while Rani, the elder and darker one, just managed a shy smile when I looked at her. As I stepped back to let them in, Pushpa said to the other girl "Rani, tu ja kar bartan aur kapde dho ... mein jhadu or pota lagaati hoon..." As Rani walked into the kitchen obediently, Pushpa followed her swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion. As my eyes followed the sway of her slender hips, she turned to look back at me and gave me one of her famous cock-teasing smiles, causing my cock to stiffen inside my shorts.
I went inside to my bedroom, and took off the shorts I was wearing. I removed the underwear that I was wearing inside my shorts, and then put on my shorts again without them. I picked up my walkman, and putting on the ear-phones, climbed on to my bed. I put up a few pillows against the head-rest of my bed, and sat down on the bed leaning my back against the pillow. Humming the tune of the song I was pretending to listen to, I picked up a magazine and began to flip through the pages.
Soon, Pushpa came into the room carrying a broom and the dusting pan. She was wearing a bottle-green ghagra and blouse, with a yellow choli tied across her upper body and waist. Seeing me, she smiled and settling down on her haunches, began to sweep the floor. I just continued to hum to myself and flip through the magazine while pretending to ignore her. I didn't want to give this cocky bitch too much attention. However, I kept an eye on her through the corner of my eyes as she went about her work. She had pulled up her ghagra above her knees, and as she squatted on her haunches sweeping the floor, I could see her thin brown skinned legs. A couple of times, she tried to make eye contact with me, but I just continued to pretend to read the magazine. Even after she finished sweeping the room and was heading out, she paused at the door for a moment and turned back to look at me. I just continued to ignore her, laughing inwardly to myself.
I could hear the sounds of the other girl Rani, washing clothes in the back yard. A few minutes later, Pushpa returned to my room carrying a pail of water and a mop. She dropped the bucket down with making a clanging sound, and once again settled down on her haunches to mop the floor. "The bitch is trying her best to attract my attention..." I thought to myself. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that this time she had pulled up her ghagra way above her knees, exposing much more of her skinny thighs than was necessary. As she came close the bed, and leaned forward to wipe under the bed, she consciously bumped against the bed in an attempt to get my attention. I just glanced at her and smiled casually, and continuing to hum to myself, went back to reading my magazine.
Finally, she dropped the mop on the floor and straightened her back, kneeling on the floor right next to where I was lying. Touching me on my arm, she shook me gently and asked "Saheb, aap gaana sun rahe ho... ?" I just smiled and nodded my head at her. Resting her elbows on the bed next to my hips, she leaned forward and said with a teasing smile "Saheb ... mujhe bhi gaana sunaao na..." I pretended not to hear, and taking off my ear phones, asked her "Kya boli tu?" "Saheb, mujhe bhi is par gaana sunaao na..." she said with a provocative pout on her lips, happy to have finally got my attention.
As she was resting her elbows on the bed next to my legs, her fingers were touching my bare thighs. Looking at me with the same seductive smile, she began to gently rub her fingers in circles on my muscular thighs, teasing the hair on them. Taking the cord of the ear-phones off my neck, I asked her "Gaana sunegi tu?" "Haan, sahib..." she replied, as she took her long braid of hair which was hanging in front of her left shoulder, in her hand, and pushed it behind her back. This caused the pallu of her choli to part at her neck, bringing into my view the neck of the slightly oversized bottle-green blouse she was wearing. As I looked down deliberately into the open neck of her loose blouse, I could see the pert mounds of her firm lemon sized tits. As I moved my gaze away slowly to her face, she bit her lips and smiled seductively at me again. "Boy, this bitch is asking for it..." I thought to myself.
Shifting on the bed, I made room for her, and patting the bed on my side, said to her "Aaja ... idhar baith tu..." She glanced apprehensively at the door when I said that. I could still hear the sounds of the other girl washing clothes in the back yard. Figuring it was safe for now; she got up and tentatively sat the edge of the bed, facing me. I took hold of her arm and pulled her roughly towards me. Making her sit on my left side with, I twisted her around so that she was sitting on the bed with her back towards me. Reaching around her from both sides, I put the ear-phones in her ear, and switched on the walkman. As the music began to play in her ears, she turned back to look at me, a broad grin adorning her thin angular face. "Arre wah ... yeh to kitna acchhaa sunai deta hai..." she exclaimed a bit loudly. I laughed and pulled her by her shoulder towards me, causing her to fall back against me, her back leaning against my torso, and her head resting on my left shoulder. She looked back up towards me with a twinkle in her eyes, even as she pulled her legs up and placed them on the bed, stretched out straight.
I could smell the stale smell of oil from her hair as she rested her head against my shoulder and settled back comfortable. In the position I was, I wrapped my left arm around her waist, and slid my hand under her choli, and placed them on her flat firm belly. As my fingers began to manipulate the taut skin on her belly, she squirmed against me and let out a soft giggle. Reaching out with my right hand, I began to tease the lobes of her ear and her neck with my fingers, causing her to squirm and giggle more. Her hands which were resting in her lap, slid down to rest on my thighs as she began to rub my thighs softly. I slid up my left hand, which was playing with her belly button under her choli, slid up slowly, and my palm closed around the pert little breasts over her loose blouse. As I squeezed her firm little tits, she let out a soft sight and pressed her back against me, her nails scbanging the skin of my thighs.
I lowered my chin and began to flick her earlobes with my tongue, causing her to jerk and squirm further. My right hand which was teasing her neck and shoulders, slid down into the slightly parted neck of her blouse and closed around her right breast. Her pert lemon sized tit fitted my palm perfectly, and as the small erect nub of her light brown nipple burned into my palm, I closed my palm around it and squeezed. She sighed again and closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly. At the same time I also slid my other hand, which was squeezing her other breast over the blouse, under the loose blouse, and cupped that one as well. As I began to massage young budding breasts with my hands, she let out a small moan and squeezing her thighs together, began to rub her feet against each other.
"Gaana acchhaa lag raha hai..." I asked her in a whisper, continuing the squeeze her lemons. "Haan sahib..." she whispered "mujhe bhi aisa ek laakar do na..." pointing to my walkman. "Laakar doonga..." I replied "par tu mere liye badle mein kya karegi?" I asked her teasingly. "Jo aap bolo, saheb..." she replied. Pointing to my cock which was sticking out like a pole under my shorts, I asked "Haath mein legi, isko?" "Haan sahib..." she breathed. "Moonh mein legi isko?" I aksed. "Umm ... haan, sahib..." she replied tentatively. My cock lurched when I heard that. Pinching her nipples, I whispered huskily in her ear "Pushpa, tu mujhse chudwayegi?" She stopped squirming when I said that, and her breath caught in her throat. After a brief pause, she replied meekly in a husky whisper "Haan saheb..." With a groan, I pressed her tighter to me, and taking her right hand in mine, placed it on the bulge of my cock standing straight up inside my shorts.
"Pushpa ... O Pushpa..." we heard Rani call out from the washing area in the back yard. "Haan Rani..." Pushpa answered back, sitting up with a jerk on the bed. "Kapde dho liye hai maine..." Rani called from the back yard, "tera kaam ho gaya... ?" "Nahi, abhi pocha laga rahin hoon main ... uske baad mujhe terrace bhi dhona hai ... tu jaa abhi Sarla bhabhi ke ghar par kaam shuru kar de ... main thodi der mein aati hoon..." Pushpa called back, looking back at me with an apprehensive look on her face. "Acchha theek hai ... main jaati hoon..." Rani answered. We heard the jingling of her anklets as she closed the back door and walked through the kitchen into the living room. As we heard the front door shut close, Pushpa relaxed and fell back against me.
With a groan, I wrapped my arms around her again and roughly crushed her breasts. She responded by closing her fist around my cock over my shorts and squeezed my hardness through it. Pushing the pallu of her choli off her shoulder, I exposed her young pert breasts in that loose fitting blouse. "Apna blouse khol, Pushpa..." I said in her ear. Without a word, she got up and extricated herself from my arms. She stood up, and standing near the bed facing me, took off her choli first.
As she dropped her choli on the bed, I admired her slim lithe body, clad only in her ghagra and blouse now, her long braid of hair hanging in front over her left shoulder. Standing there near the bed facing me, she looked me in the eye with that slow seductive smile of hers, and began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As the hooks of her blouse came open, she threw her braid over her shoulder to the back, and pulled off her blouse completely; baring her pert budding breasts to me.
A wave of arousal swept through me as I looked at her standing there, her hands hanging limply by her side, clad only in her green ghagra, those young mounds of her tits sticking out proudly on her slender chest. The little nubs of her nipples were erect, and were light brown in colour, with small areolas around them. As I stared at her small tits, a look of uncertainty crossed her face, and she asked me tentatively "Kya hua sahib ... aap ko acchhe nahi lage?" I remained quiet and just looked at her in the eyes. The smile disappeared off her face, and as she looked down at her little breasts, she said in sad voice "Mere bahut chhote hain na, sahib... " I still did not say anything. As I was enjoying torturing her, she lifted her eyes towards me and said in a halting voice "Rani ke mujhse bade hai ... aap chahe to main usko..." I cut her off and said in a firm voice "Idhar aa Pushpa..."
As she sat down tentatively on the bed next to me, I reached out and cupped her firm pert tits with both hands. Allowing a smile to come across my face, I looked into her face and said "Haan, tere chhote to hai ... lekin mujhe pasand hai..." Her face broke out into a big smile of relief and pleasure when she heard that, and her hand automatically went to my crotch and rested on my cock over my shorts. As my hands closed around her pert little tits and squeezed, she closed her eyes, and throwing her head backwards, hunched her shoulders together, in an attempt to squeeze her tits together.
Continuing to squeeze her lemon sized tits, and rolling her little nubbins between my thumb and my forefinger, I lifted my hips off the bed, and pulled down my shorts with one hand. My throbbing cock sprang into view, and stood to attention as I did that. Her gaze moved to my erect cock, and her eyes widened in surprise as my cock came into view, and stood swaying in front of her eyes. Her hands flew to her mouth, and her jaw dropped, as she whispered "Oh maa ... aapka to bahut bada hai sahib..." She reached out with her right hand and took my hard cock in her hand, feeling the girth of it.
As I felt her small slender fingers close around the thickness of my cock, I shuddered involuntarily. Because her hands were so small, they reached only up to the middle of my cock, giving me a moment of pride on the size of my cock. As I squeezed her firm tit-flesh one more time, she began to slide her small delicate hands up and down the length of my cock. The cheap glass bangles she wore on her wrists jingled as she began to stroke me with a practiced motion.
With a groan, I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her roughly towards me, bringing her young tender breasts close to my face. As I opened my mouth, and flicked her little nipples with the tip of my tongue, a soft moan escaped her and her fingers involuntarily tightened around my cock. Clamping my mouth around her pert breast, I began to suck on them greedily; even a she began to stroke me faster. After sucking on both her tits for a while, I let go of her, allowing her to sit upright again. "Chal ab apna kaam shuru kar tu..." I ordered her gruffly. With a quick tentative smile, she leaned forward and began to tug at my t-shirt. I helped her pull it off.

To Be Continued...

[Heisenberg]

Part - 10

Gazing at my bare chest admiringly, she began to caress my chest and tease my nipples with her finger tips. The she leaned forward quickly and began to run her tongue on my nipples. I groaned and grabbing her by her hair, pushed her face to my hard muscular chest. As she flicked her tongue on my nipples and chest, her pert tits pressed against my chest. Even as I caressed her bare back, she slid her face down, running her tongue over my stomach and belly button, till her face came to the area of my crotch. Still holding on to my cock and stroking it, she stuck her tongue out of her slender mouth, and began to lick on the sides of my cock.


There was a liberal amount of pre-cum oozing from my cock, which she wiped away with her fingers. Wiping her sticky fingers on her ghagra, she pulled my foreskin down slowly, exposing the red blood-gorged bulbous head of my cock. Continuing to stroke me, she looked up at me and said in a teasing voice "Oh, aap ka to bahut bada hai sahib ... mere moon mein bhi nahi aayega yeh..." Grabbing her by her hair, I said gruffly "Chal nakhre mat kar saali ... choos usko..." Seeing the look on my face, the smile vanished from her face, and opening her mouth, she quickly took the tip of my hard cock into her mouth.

As her wet hot mouth closed around my cock, I groaned in pleasure. Her slender mouth was stretched in a wide 'O', and I could see that there was no way she could take the length of my cock fully in her mouth. But she had obviously done this before, which became evident by the way she began to roll the tip of my cock in her mouth, licking it with my tongue, and sucking on it. I grabbed her hair harder, as I felt her teeth scbang against my sensitive cock head. Soon she began a practiced motion of sucking on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, alternately taking my cock in and out of her mouth. The cockiness so typical to her had disappeared completely now, as she sucked on my cock like an obedient servant eager to please her master.

I felt a tinge of pity for her as she labored over my cock, the saliva drooling from the sides of her mouth, making her come up for breath a couple of times and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. I let go of her hair, and caressed her head gently. Continuing to suck on my cock, she looked up at my face. When she saw that I had a smile on her face, I felt the tension leave her body. Relieved to see that I was no longer pissed, she too tried to smile back at me; an attempt which made my cock jerk in her mouth, as it was an incredibly sight to look at a young girl trying to smile at you with your cock stuffed in her mouth.

Realizing that I would not be able to hold on for much longer, I said to her sternly "Pushpa ... ab tu mere upar aa ja ... aur isko tere andar le le..." She stopped sucking on my cock, and sat up slowly. Holding on to my cock gently, she looked at me apprehensively, and asked in small voice "Saheb ... aapke paas woh rubber hai ... main..." I realized she was asking me if I had a condom. "Kyun? Rubber ke bina tu nahin chudwayegi kya..." I asked her in a stern voice. Her voice dropped a pitch lower, and she said pleadingly "Nahin sahib ... aisa nahin hai ... aap gussa mat hona ... woh kya hai na ... abhi mera galat time chal raha hai ... aur abhi meri shaadi bhi nahi hui hai ... aur agar pet me bacchhaa..." her voice trailed off.

Hearing her pleading voice, I mellowed down. After all, I was not a heartless bastard. I just wanted to break her cockiness and show her who the boss was. As she looked apprehensively, I smiled at her slowly, and said "Koi baat nahi, Pushpa ... mere paas rubber to nahi hai ... aaj jaakar le aaoonga main ... yeh tere par udhar raha ... tu kal meri puri seva kar dena ... theek hai?" Hearing these words, a smile of relief came to her face. "Bahut bahut shukriya Jignesh sahib ... aap bahut bhale insaan ho..." she said gratefully. I just smiled benignly at her. With a smile, she began to stroke my cock again, which had lost a bit of its hardness.

Looking into my eyes, she asked "Saheb ... aaj mein moonh se chooskar aapka pani nikal doon ... kal mein aapki poori seva karoongi..." Patting her face, I replied "Theek hai, Pushpa ... par tujhe ek kaam karna hoga..." "Who kya, sahib?" she asked. "Apna ghagra bhi utaar de tu ... main tujhe nanga dekhna chaahta hoon..." I replied with a smile. She smiled back seductively, and letting go off my cock, stood up. She began to untie the knot of her ghagra at the waist, and the let it drop on the floor. As the bottle-ghagra, which was like a petticoat with some embroidery work on it, slipped down her legs and fell to the floor, she let her hands dangle by her sides and stood in front me in glorious nudity.

The sight of her standing naked in front of me, made my cock fully erect again. She had a thin angular face, large round eyes, and a dainty pointed chin. She was incredibly thin, with slender bony shoulders and hips, a flat taut belly, a small perky butt, and long thin rake like legs. Her small young budding breasts were perfectly round, the size of a large lemon, with tiny brown nipples, surrounded by small brown areolas. A small tuft of dark pubic hair covered her pussy. Reaching out with my hand, I caressed her naked body, feeling the tautness of her pert little ass, and running my hands along her long slender thighs. Still sitting on the bed, I slid my hands between her thighs and slid it upwards to her pussy.

As my hands slid up inside her thigh, she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. Manipulating the insides of her thighs with my fingers, I looked up to her face and said "Kal tu yahaan ke baal kaat kar aana, theek hai?" "Haan sahib..." she replied in a whisper. As my fingers moved towards her vagina, she parted her thighs slightly, allowing my fingers to reach the small tuft of hair on her pussy. Holding her ass with my left hand and squeezing it, I parted the hair of her pussy with my right and felt the slit of her vagina. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, and she squeezed my shoulder harder, as she felt my fingers rubbing against the lips of her young juicy cunt. As my fingers parted the lips of her vagina, and slid inside, it felt like I was sliding my fingers inside a tight butter glove.

She was wet, and as I began to manipulate the tips of my fingers in her vaginal opening, she squirmed and clamped her thighs together, holding on to my shoulders with both her hands. Sliding back on the bed and sitting with my back against the headrest, I pulled her towards me and made her sit between my legs with her back towards me. My throbbing cock pressed against her bony back, as she leaned back against me. I reached out and instructed her to pull her legs up, bending them at the knee. Holding her with my left hand cupping her tender young breast, I placed my right hand on her knee and parted her thighs, opening her legs in a 'V'.
As I slid my right hand up along the insides of my thighs, she tilted her head up and asked me in a small voice "Saheb ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho?" Placing my palm on the small mound of her pussy, I teased her vaginal lips with my finger, saying "Shhh ... bas ye bata ki acchhaa lag raha hai tujhe?" "Haan sahib ... acchhaa lag raha hai ... bahut acchhaa lag raha hai..." she hissed between clenched teeth, as my fingers began probing the wet juicy opening of her tight cunt. Her cunt was tight like a velvet glove, and clamped around my middle finger as I slid it inside gently.

With my thumb, I located the tiny nub of her clitoris, and began to rub it. She bit her lips and cried out, clamping her thighs shut again. Letting go of her tit which I was fondling with my left hand, I parted her thighs again with my left hand, and began to finger her tight juicy cunt. As I increased the pace of fingering her pussy, she moaned loudly "Aaannhhhh ... sahib..." She began to thrash wildly on the bed, squirming and struggling against my body, bucking her hips up towards my hand, as I increased my pace of fingering her.

Her thin body went taut, and she arched her hips off the bed, even as I continued to squeeze her left breast and pinch the nipple, while thrusting my finger in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. Reaching behind her, she grabbed hold of my neck and held on tight, as she threw her head back; her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open, letting out gasps of breath. She arched her back, and lifted her hips clean off the bed, her torso and legs stretched taut like a bow, as the throes of her impending orgasm hit her.

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

She just looked at me with an expression of wonder and gratitude in her eyes. "Poor bitch ... she's probably used to just guys banging her roughly ... and never getting her to get off..." I thought to myself. As I extricated my wet slimy fingers from between her legs, she took hold of my hand proceeded to wipe it clean with her blouse which was lying on the bed. Taking my hand to her lips, she kissed them softly, and said "Main waada karti hoon ki main aapko kal bahut khush karoongee Jignesh sahib..." I just smiled at her and ground my still hard & erect cock against her back.

As she slid off the bed, my cock twitched as I looked at her petite derriere jiggle before me. I too got off the bed, and stood naked in front of her. Taking her in my arms, I pressed her slim lithe body against me, my throbbing cock pressing against her belly. At her full height, she came only up to my chest. As I cupped her small butt from behind and squeezed, she wrapped her arms around me and snuggled up against me, her hands caressing my back, and her belly grinding against my cock.

She quickly slid down and got on her knees in front of me. Looking up at me with those big brown eyes, she smiled and took hold of my cock gently with both her hands. Bringing her face closer to my stomach, she stuck her tongue out and began to lick my taut belly, teasing my belly button with her tongue. Her hands began to stroke my cock slowly, and she pressed her pert little tits against the tip of my cock. Looking down on my cock, she took hold of it with one hand and began to rub the slippery wet tip against her tiny little nipple.

As I caressed her head, she sighed softly, and then began to lick on the underside of my cock. As she coated my cock with her saliva, she continued to pump it slowly. Bringing her face close to my cock, she closed her eyes, and rubbed my wet hard cock on her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, and her lips. Parting her lips, she slowly took my cock in her mouth. With a groan, I grabbed hold of her hair and pushed my cock into her mouth. She too moaned, and began to suck on my cock with devotion.

Since my cock was too big for her to take into her mouth completely, she continued to hold on to it with her right hand, as she sucked on it, bobbing her tiny head back and forth, her other hand caressing my tight butt and pulling my hips forward towards her. My dam was about to burst and send my cum blasting into her mouth now. Pulling her face up to look at me, I asked her hoarsely "Moonh mein legi kya tu... ?" She nodded her head affirmatively, continuing to suck on my cock with vigour.

I didn't feel like doing this to her, so I held her by her head and slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. As she looked up at me questioningly, I said to her with some compassion "Pushpa ... koi baat nahi ... aaj bas tu haath se muth maarkar mera paani nikal de..." "Nahin sahib ... aap mere baare mein mat sochiye ... aap mere moonh mein apna paani gira sakte ho..."she said earnestly. My cock lurched when I heard those words. Caressing her cheeks, I said "Aaj nahi Pushpa ... ab bas haath se kar do..." "Theek hai sahib..." she replied meekly, and began to pump my cock with her small fist. As I looked down at this young 17-year old village girl, stark naked, kneeling in front of me, and stroking my cock intently, staring at it with rapt attention, I felt a feeling of power surge through me.

With a deep growl, I ejaculated, the first burst of my semen catching her unawares and landing squarely on her forehead. As my cum dribbled down from her forehead on to her eyelids, she wiped it with the back of her hand and looked up at me expectantly with a pleasing smile. As she continued to pump my cock, the subsequent bursts of my ejaculation fell on her shoulder and breasts, dripping down to her belly and thighs. As my cock twitched in her hand for one final time, I leaned forward exhaustedly, and rested my hands on her shoulders; taking deep breaths.

She smiled up at me, proud of her achievement. I just patted her cheek, and fell back on the bed exhausted. She gathered up her clothes strewn around the room, and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she had washed her face and put on her clothes. Coming towards me, she sat down by the bed, and proceeded to wipe my limp cock clean with a wet rag. Wiping the sweat off my forehead with her pallu, she smile sweetly at me and said "Saheb ... aapko kaisa laga ... maine theek se kaam kiya na?" "Haan, Pushpa ... tumne kaam theek se kiya ... lekin abhi kaam poora nahi kiya tumne..." I responded with a smile. "Haan sahib, mujhe pata hain ... aap kal woh cheez khareed kar rakhna ... main aapki kal poori seva karoongi..." she replied quickly with a smile that was trying hard to convince me that she would deliver the goods tomorrow. "Acchaa, to ab mein jaoon sahib..." she asked me sweetly.

"Ek minute..." I said, getting up and pulling on my shorts. I extracted my wallet from my drawer, and pulled out two 100 rupee notes. Handing it to her, I said "Yeh tumhare liye aaj ke kaam ke liye ... kal poora kaam karogi to 500 rupaye doonga..." Taking the proffered notes gratefully from my hand with both her hands, she folder her hands together in a 'namaste' and said "Bahut bahut dhanyavaad, sahib ... kal main aapko shikayat ki koi wajah nahin doongi..." In response, I just pulled her towards me, and pressing her body towards mine, kissed her roughly.

As her lithe body pressed again mine, my cock, in spite of having shed a load just now, stirred and stiffened. Pushpa too felt that. Grinding her belly to me, she said to with a smile "Saheb, lagta hai ki woh to abhi bhi thanda nahin hua hai..." I laughed and said "Haan, uski bhook mitaane ke liye to use ek choot ki zaroorat hai..." Looking up at my face, she asked in a faltering voice "Saheb ... aap bura na maane to mein ek baat boloon..." "Haan, bol Pushpa..." I encouraged her. "Saheb ... woh Rani hain na ... woh bahut gareeb ghar ki hai... "she started, looking into my eyes apprehensively. "Haan to... ?" I retorted.

"Woh bechari ekdum bholi ladki hai ... uska marad us bechari ko chhod kar chala gaya hai ... to agar aap ki icchhaa ho to main usko aapke paas bhejti hoon..." she continued hesitantly. Seeing no expression on my face, she continued "Woh bhi aap ki poori seva karegi ... aap ko jo chahiye aap uske saath kar sakte ho ... woh aapko poori tarah se khush kar degi ... aur uski seva ke liye aap agar usko bhi thode se paise de do to uska bahut bhala hoga... "The bitch did not know that I was anyway planning to fuck Rani; and more than that, she too was more than willing to give her body to me.

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

Content with my conquest of the morning, I dozed off. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing in the living room. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the clock. It was half past noon. "Hello" I said groggily into the phone. "Uh ... hello ... Jignesh bhaiya?" a girl's meek voice enquired. "Yes, who's this?" I shot back, unable to place the voice. "Bhaiya ... it's ... it's me ... Sejal" came the answer, rather tentatively. "Oh hi, Sejal..." I said back cheerfully, my sleep vanishing as I heard her sweet voice. "Bhaiya ... I hope I have not disturbed you ... I am sorry for..." she said in a very unsure voice. "Oh come on Sejal..." I cut her off, "I am so glad to hear your voice..." Hearing my words, I could feel her relax on the phone. "Tell me, sweetheart..." I said in a soothing voice " ... how did you happen to think of me today?"

She seemed to be searching for words, and I could hear her swallow. "Bhaiya ... today we are leaving for our picnic ... so I thought..." she began tentatively. "Yes sweetheart..." I coaxed her. "I wanted to say thank you to you for everything you have given me..." her voice trailed off. Clearing my throat, I said in a tone of mock anger "Sejal ... tell me on thing ... did I do something that offended you?" "Oh no ... no bhaiya ... why are you saying that..." she asked me immediately, confusion evident in her voice. "Then why are you treating me like I am some stranger ... calling me to say thank you and all that..." I continued in a tone of rebuke.

"Oh no bhaiya ... I did not ... I did not mean to make you feel like that ... I am sorry ... I am sorry ... I just called to..." she replied, her voice breaking. From the way she spoke, I could swear that she was on the verge of tears. Putting on my charming tone again, I said "Yes my dear ... tell me... "Once again I could feel her awkwardness, as she paused on the phone. I could almost visualize this plump, busty, and really innocent collegegirl biting her lips, and clutching her skirt. "Bhaiya ... I ... I just wanted to ... want to meet you once before I go for the picnic today..." she finally spoke. "Of course sweetheart ... I would love to meet you today..." I replied immediately. "Where do you want me to come to meet you, Sejal?" I asked her sweetly. "Uh ... bhaiya ... no ... I was thinking ... I was thinking if I could ... if I could come to your house to see you..." she answered in a meek unsure voice. "Oh..." I said with surprise.

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

My cock stiffened in my boxers, as I heard these words came out of her mouth over the phone. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something. "Yes Sejal ... and I am saying that again now ... I would love to see you in that bikini..." I told her in a soft loving voice. "Bhaiya ... so I was just thinking that when I come there today ... I will bring the bikini also..." she continued " ... and I will wear it ... and ... and show it to you..." she blurted out finally, the last few words gushing out of her mouth in a whisper.

"Oh Sejal..." I exclaimed softly "that would be so wonderful ... come soon baby ... I can't wait to see you..." Once again, I could swear she blushed on the phone. Relief in her voice evident now, she replied "Oh ... OK bhaiya ... thank you ... so can I come now only ... we anyway have a half-day at college today..." "Yes my darling ... come as soon as you can..." I replied with a smile. Mumbling her thanks again, she hung up the phone. As I put the handset back on the receiver, I couldn't believe my luck. The sexy, shy Sejal was coming to meet me; and that too to show me what she looked like in her bikini. Giving my stiff cock a playful squeeze through my boxers, I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. I sprayed a liberal amount of deodorant on my body, and changed into a pair of khaki three-quarters and a polo-neck white t-shirt.

About half-an-hour later, the bell rang. Rushing to the door, I opened it with a wide smile on my face. Sejal stood there at the door, dressed in her college uniform of the beige knee-length skirt, white half-sleeve shirt, and the dark brown tie around her neck. She was clutching her rucksack style college back-pack at her shoulder, and I noticed that she had loosened her tie a little bit at the neck, the top-most button of her shirt at the neck open. As I beamed, and said "Hi Sejal..." she smiled back shyly, twiddling the hem of her skirt. Taking her by her hand, I led her inside. Closing the door, I said to her with the same smile plastered on my face "I am so glad you came, Sejal..." She just smiled shyly and replied "Hi Jignesh bhaiya..." Taking the bag from her shoulder, I placed it on the sofa.

As she stood there uncomfortably, I gazed at her lush plump body; those big, soft, round breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton shirt. Opening my arms wide, I smiled at her and asked "So do I get a hug from my lovely Sejal..." She blushed and bit her lips as she muttered "Oh bhaiya..." Wrapping my arms, I pressed her lush body to me, relishing the feel of those soft pillowy breasts press against my chest. Caressing her back, and running my finger along the strap of her bra at the back, I whispered in her ear "I was dying to see you sweetheart ... thank you for coming..." As she too mumbled something incomprehensible, I felt her put her arms around me tentatively and clutch my lower back; her head snuggling up under my chin.

Releasing her from my embrace, I led her to the sofa and made her sit down. Sitting down next to her on her right side, I threw back my arms to rest them on the back-rest of the sofa, my left thigh touching hers. As I continued to gaze at her with a smile, she looked down shyly and began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt again. Continuing to do that, she said in a soft halting voice "Bhaiya ... yesterday ... I could not sleep yesterday night ... I was thinking about you all the time ... I just could not ... I kept thinking about you... " Letting my left arm drop from the back-rest of the sofa, I placed it across her back, the palm resting on her left shoulder. Squeezing her shoulder gently, I said in a soft voice "Same here Sejal ... same here ... I just could not stop thinking about you..."
Hearing those words, she looked up at me with those big round eyes of hers, and asked "Really bhaiya..." "Yes baby..." I replied in a whisper, squeezing her shoulder again, my fingers tracing the shoulder strap of her bra under her uniform. Turning her eyes away from me, she looked down at her lap, and said softly "I ... I kept thinking about ... about ... about when we were in the ... in the movie hall yesterday..." I sat forward on the sofa, and reaching out with my right hand, cupped her face and turned it towards me. Holding her gently by her chin, I looked into her eyes, and said softly "Me too, Sejal ... me too..." "Oh bhaiya..." she breathed, as she threw her arms around me, and rested her head against my chest. As she held me tight, she pressed her plump soft body against me; those unbelievably soft breasts pressing against my ribs once again. I sighed, as I continued to rub her back with my left hand, my right hand caressing her cheeks and her neck, pressing her head to my chest.
I was tempted to tilt her head up and kiss her; but I held myself back, not wanting to scare her off by going too fast. As I dropped my hand from her face, and placed it on her knee, where her skirt had ridden up to bare her plump knee, she straightened up. Lifting her gaze to me, she smiled that sweet shy smile of hers. "Bhaiya ... do you want me to ... to wear that bikini and show you?" she asked shyly, biting her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh yes, baby ... yes..." I said hoarsely, my cock hardening inside my briefs. "Ok, bhaiya..." she mumbled, as she got up from the sofa. Picking up her college bag from the sofa, she asked shyly "Can I go into your bedroom to change bhaiya?" "Of course dear..." I replied with my most disarming smile. As she disappeared into my bedroom clutching her bag, I threw back my head on the sofa with a groan, and squeezed my throbbing cock through my half-pants.

I heard the door of my bedroom shut close. After a few minutes, I heard the door open. "Bhaiya..." she called out tentatively "I am ready..." With a deep breath, I got up from the sofa and walked to the door. My heart missed a beat and my jaw dropped at the sight before me. There stood this innocent busty teenage college-girl, whom I had met only a few days back, clad in that red two-piece bikini with white polka dots. My cock jerked involuntarily inside my briefs as my eyes took in this incredibly sexy sight. Sejal was by far the most voluptuous teenage girl I had seen in my life. The bright-red bikini with strings at the shoulders, back, and hips was in stark contrast to the milky whiteness of the skin.

As she stood there, arms hanging limply by her side, her hair brushed and tied in a pony, I couldn't help but stare at her body. Her magnificent plump tits were bulging out from the top and sides of the skimpy bikini bra that comprised of nothing but a pair of triangular patch of fabric barely covering those bulging mounds of her big soft breasts; with strings tied behind her back and around her neck. My mouth watered at the sight of the deep cleavage between her milky breasts. She had white fleshy arms, and there was still a hint of baby fat on her softly rounded belly. The bikini bottom too was a small triangular patch of the shiny red fabric just about covering her pubic mount, with strings that were tied together on either side of her plump flesh hips. She had plump milky white thighs, with a dimple at her knees, and fleshy calves.

As I swallowed and looked at her intently, I realized she was looking into my eyes with an expression of apprehension. "I don't look good no, bhaiya ... I know I am too fat..." she said in a terribly unsure voice. "Oh no Sejal..." I exclaimed hoarsely. Clearing my throat, I walked up to her and placing my arms on her shoulder, said softly "Sejal ... you are the most sexy girl I have seen in my life..." The colour rushed to her cheeks, as she said "Oh bhaiya ... please don't say that just to make me feel better..." Sliding my hands down the softness of her fleshy arms, I took her hand in mine. "Do you still think I am trying to flatter you Sejal?" I asked tenderly, pressing her palm on my rigid shaft which was protruding through my three-quarter khakis.

She went stiff as I closed her fingers around my hardness through the fabric of my khakis, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Placing my hands on the sides of her flesh belly, I pulled her towards me. As my hands touched the bare flesh of her belly, she shuddered involuntarily, and I felt goose bumps come up on her skin. "Oh bhaiya..." she cried out softly again, as she felt my hand on her body. As I looked down at the deep valley between those soft fleshy boobs of hers, I slid my hand up along the sides of her torso, my fingers brushing the sides of her breasts that were bulging out of her bikini bra. Taking hold of her chin gently with my fingers, I tilted her head up till she was looking up at me.

She was breathing faster now, her breath coming out in short gasps between her slightly parted lush thick lips. Her breasts heaved as she took in short shallow breaths, and I could see the outline of her nipples protruding through the fabric of her bikini bra. I ran my tongue across my lips, and leaned forward to kiss her. A soft moan escaped her, as my lips met hers. As I kissed her deeply, I pulled her gently towards me, causing the pillowy softness of her heavy plush breasts, barely held up by the bikini top, to quash against me chest.

Pressing my rigid boner against her soft fleshy belly, I kissed her passionately. As the initial shock of me kissing her wore off, she responded by opening her mouth wider, allowing me to slide in my tongue inside the wetness of her small mouth. As our tongues met, I felt her wrap her arms around me and clutch my back. I responded by dropping my arms around her and cupping her fleshy round butt. Squeezing the soft flesh of her sexy ass, I kissed her hard, my mouth sucking on hers, and my tongue lashing her tongue.

With a groan I pulled away from her, and looked into her eyes. She was still taking deep breaths, her magnificent bosom heaving. Her eyes were wet now, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Alarmed, I cupped her face gently, and asked "What happened, Sejal?" She just bit her lips and said in a voice that was barely a whisper "Bhaiya ... I ... I love you..." I felt a tug on my heart on hearing those words. "Oh Sejal ... I love you too ... I love you to..." I replied urgently, wiping her tears. A tremor shook her body, as my fingers touched her cheeks.
Reaching up, she pressed my fingers to her cheeks, closing her eyes and tilting her face to one side. A pang of guilt coursed through me, as I cursed myself silently for doing this to this innocent sweet teenager. I was surprised to feel my eyes water. As I blinked, a tear rolled down my cheek. Seeing that, she reached out for my face with a soft sigh, and wiped away my tear with her soft hand. Letting her fingers linger on my cheek, I shook my head and said hoarsely "Oh Sejal ... I don't know what's happening to me..."

Seeing me in this unexpectedly emotional state, her womanly instinct took over. Cupping my face in her soft hands, she looked up at me with tenderness and said "Ohhh bhaiya ... it's OK ... it's OK ... I feel the same way too..." Pressing her face to my chest, she wrapped her hands around by back and held me tight, grinding her belly and hips against my throbbing hardness trapped inside my briefs. "Oh bhaiyaaa..." she whispered fiercely, "thank you ... thank you so much ... you don't know how happy you have made me today ... I was so afraid ... so afraid that I would look like a fool..."

Holding her pressed against me, my hands caressing her bare back, with the only obstruction being the string of her bikini top, I replied "Shhh ... shhh, my darling ... you are very very special to me..." Tilting up her face with my fingers on her chin, "You are very special to me Sejal ... do you understand that ... very special to me..." I repeated in an earnest tone. For the first time since she had put on the bikini, a shy smile came to her lips. Taking my hand that was caressing her face in hers; she pressed her lips to the back of my palms, and kissed it repeatedly.

"Bhaiya..." she asked me tentatively "this is the first thing I have felt like this ... I don't know what to do ... please tell me what I should do for you..." pressing her soft body to mine; her fingers playing on my neck, tracing soft lines at the neck of my t-shirt. "I know you will think I am so stupid ... but please tell me what I should do to make you happy, bhaiya..." she continued in a small voice. My cock, which was beginning to ooze pre-cum now, jerked upon hearing these words. "Don't worry my dear..." I said to her tenderly "I will teach you how to make love OK..." She blushed again on hearing that, and bit her lips. "Will you do what I tell you to, baby?" I asked her gently. "Oh yes bhaiya ... yes ... I will do anything for you..." she replied hastily.

Pulling myself away from her slightly, I looked into her eyes and said "Sejal ... I want you to change into your college uniform for me..." A confused look came to her face when she heard this. I interrupted her just as she was about to say something. "BUT ... but I want you to wear only your uniform ... no petticoat ... no bra ... no panty..." I completed. Her eyes widened, and the colour rushed to her cheeks on hearing that. "OK bhaiya..." she replied back in a small voice.

I let go off her and with a smile left the room. Settling down on the couch, I stripped off my polo-neck t-shirt. I was wearing tight sleeveless vests inside, that showed off my well muscled chest and biceps. Within a few moments, Sejal came back into the living room. As she walked tentatively towards me, I smiled at her. This incredible innocent teenager had followed my instructions to the T.

She had not only changed into her uniform, but had also worn her tie! As she walked towards me, her hands clasped together in front of her, I couldn't helped but look at the way her big round plump breasts, free of the constraints of a bra, shook and swung gently inside that white college shirt of hers. The nipples which were erect were protruding through the thin fabric of her shirt.

I reached out to take her hand in mine, and pulled her down towards me on the sofa. With a little giggle, she fell on the sofa. I wrapped by arms around her stomach, and made her sit with me; her back resting on my chest. As I hugged her from behind, my chin resting on her right shoulder, I felt the heaviness of her soft breasts rest on my fore arms. Unclasping my hands which were holding her across her belly, I placed both my palms on the softness of her big round breasts. A shudder shook her body, as my palms pressed against her breasts, and she threw back her head, her lips parted, and eyes closed.

Lowering my face, I placed my lips on those thick lush lips of hers, and kissed her passionately, my fingers closing around the incredibly softness of her young but over developed breasts. She lifted her left hand to press my hand which was now gently squeezing her ripe breast, while her right hand fell on to my thigh, and squeezed hard. Soft moans escaped her lips, as I continued to kiss her lovingly. A shiver went through her body, as I teased her erect nipples through her shirt with my finger tips.

Continuing to fondle her ripe breast with my left hand, I slid my right hand lower to her belly. Taking hold of her shirt, I began to tug at it, in an attempt to pull it out of her skirt. She cooperated by tucking her belly in, making it easier for me to pull her shirt out completely from where it was tucked inside her skirt. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I felt the soft baby fat on her fleshy belly; my finger teasing her deep belly button. "Unhhh..." she moaned as I did that; her fingers squeezing my thigh harder.

I slid both my hands up her soft belly, till I felt the underside of her breasts against my fingers. With a groan, I took hold of those big fleshy over developed teenage breasts of hers in my hands, and squeezed. "Bhaiyaaa..." she cried out as my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy fleshiness of her juicy round tits. She arched her back, pressing those plump mammaries into my palms. Lowering my face again, I kissed her again, my fingers teasing her small but thick nipples. She responded by opening her mouth wide, and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

"Come and sit in my lap, Sejal... " I whispered to her urgently. I extracted my hands from inside her shirt to allow her to sit up. She stood up shyly, and with an aroused look on her face, smiled. Facing me, she sat down on my lap, her knees resting on the sofa on either side of my thighs. Looking into her eyes, I began to untie the knot of her tie. As I pulled off the tie, she looked down at my lap, and placed both her arms on my shoulders. Very slowly, I began to unbutton her shirt, starting with the top most one.

As the buttons of her shirt came undone one by one, I was awarded the sight of the deep valley between her big soft breasts. I paused for a while after opening all the buttons of her shirt; admiring the sight of the part of her breasts which could be seen in between the slightly parted shirt. "Show me your breasts, Sejal..." I whispered hoarsely. "Oh bhaiya..." she cried softly, and hid her face in her hands.

She then slowly looked into my eyes, and with a slow movement, parted her shirt open, baring those big succulent teenage breasts to me. Like everything else about her, her breasts were the most beautiful ones my eyes had ever feasted upon. They were much better than what I had imagined. Milky white, they hung on her chest, full and ripe, like balloons filled with water. I could see faint traces of blue veins on the sides of her heavy fleshy breasts. At the bottom half of each magnificent, there were a pair of large round aereolas, only slightly darker than the rest of her skin.

Like a cherry on a cake, a pair of small but thick light brown nipples adorned her beautiful mammary glands. As I feasted my eyes on them, she sat there on my lap, biting her lips, her arms resting on my shoulders, and her chest heaving with her breathing. "Oh Sejal ... your breasts are so beautiful ... so beautiful..." I cried out softly. "Really ... really bhaiya..." she stuttered " ... you really like me bhaiya..." straightening her back, and spreading her shoulders, as if to give me a better view of her gorgeous tits.

With a sigh, I reached out and took hold of her bared tits. As my hands closed around the incredibly softness of her big milky breasts, she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes again. I began to knead the soft flesh of her breasts, rubbing my thumbs across her erect nipples. Leaning forward, I pressed my face to them. She let out a soft moan, as she pressed my head to her bosom. Sticking out my tongue, I began to lick the fleshy soft roundness of her breasts, starting from the underside, and gradually moving up to her cleavage.

I teased her by running my tongue in circles around her areolas, consciously avoiding her nipples. She tugged at my hair and tightened her grip on my head. I finally ended her torture my running my tongue across her nipples, and finally closing my mouth around them. As I opened my mouth wide and sucked the soft pliant flesh her ripe juicy breast into my mouth, she groaned in pleasure. As I began to suck on her breasts, she began to moan continuously, mumbling something incomprehensible. I feasted for a fair bit of time on those magnificent young teenage breasts, squeezing them with my hands at the same time.

I finally pulled my face away from her breasts, and asked her to get up from my lap. Pushing her down on the sofa, I knelt down on the floor between her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed, as she sat there on the sofa, her back resting against the support of the back rest; taking short shallow breaths. Seeing this sexy young plump teenager in front of me, sitting on the sofa with her college shirt open, those over developed teenage breasts bared for my pleasure, my cock strained to burst out of the confines of my underwear. Placing my hands on the softness of her fleshy thighs, I pushed her skirt upwards, baring those milky white thighs to me. Lowering my head, I kissed her softly on her knees.

To Be Continued..

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Moving my head upwards, I began to lick her thighs, causing her to cry out "Ohhh ... bhaiiyaaa..." and grab my head. I pushed up her skirt further, till I was greeted with the sight of virgin pussy. A sparse covering of black pubic hair adorned her thick puffy lips of her young vagina. She was looking at me intently now, a mixture of desire and fear on her face. Sliding my hands all the way up to her pelvis, I began to gently caress the thick pouting lips of her vagina with my thumb. She clamped her thighs shut when I did that, throwing her head back with a cry. I slowly parted her thighs again, and pulling her by her legs towards me, placed both her legs on my shoulders on either side of my head. In this position, her vagina was completely bared to me, and I could also see the small opening of her anus.


I gently parted the lips of her vagina with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, exposing the pink flesh inside. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy, which was already wet. I slowly rubbed my middle finger along the parted lips of her puffy pussy. She stretched her legs out taut as I did that, and I felt her thighs quiver on my shoulders. Looking up at her face, I saw that she had a slightly scared expression on her face. "Bhaiyaa..." she whispered, once again caught between her arousal, and the knowledge that what she was indulging in was taboo. "Do you trust me Sejal?" I asked her softly.

After a brief pause, she nodded her head and said "Yes bhaiyaa ... I trust you..." I smiled at her tenderly. Continuing to look into her eyes, I began to gently rub her vulva, feeling her juices begin to flow. As I pushed my finger inside gently, she grabbed my shoulders, and cried out. Her cry was a mix of pain and pleasure. I was aware of the former, because I saw her bite her lips; and pleased by the latter, because she pushed her hips at the same time. I spread her puffy lips with the digits of my left hand, bringing her small hidden clitoris to view. As I began to gently rotate the middle finger of my right hand inside the tightness of her already wet pussy, I also began to stimulate her clitoris with my thumb.

Leaning forward, I began to run my tongue along the insides of her milky white fleshy thighs. She grabbed hold of my head by the hair and moaned in pleasure. Sliding my tongue up towards her pelvis, I removed my probing finger, and licked the slightly parted lips of her pink juicy pussy. She jerked spasmodically and cried out when I did that, bucking her hips towards my face. Tugging my hair, she cried "Bhaiyaa ... please..." I raised my head and looked at her face. Her face was flushed, and she was panting. "You want me to stop Sejal?" I asked her tenderly. She looked into my eyes for a moment, and then shook her head in denial.

With a gentle smile, I slid both my hands under her buttocks, and cupping her ass, pulled her pelvis closer to my face. Pushing her thighs up, I lowered my face to her vagina, and began to lick her slowly. "Unnnhhh... "she moaned through clamped lips, as she felt my tongue tease her slit and then slowly slide inside her juicy pussy. I began to lap her pussy, holding on to her butt with both hands. Clamping my mouth on her vagina, I began to suck on her pussy, stimulating her clitoris at the same time with the tip of my tongue. Her body began to shudder, and she began to sob.

I pulled up my face, and looked at her. Tears were streaming down her face. I wiped her sticky juices from my lips, and quickly stood up. Sitting down on the sofa beside her, I put my arms around her, and pulled her towards me, her back against my chest. "It's OK baby ... it's OK..." I whispered soothingly into her hear, gently rocking her against me. "Oh bhaiyaa ... I have never felt anything like this..." she sobbed, taking my left hand and pressing it against her bared left breast. Closing my fingers around her breast, I began to knead the soft flesh; kissing her on the mouth at the same time. She responded with ardour, kissing me back passionately.
She was rubbing her feet together, and clasping and unclasping her thick thighs. Taking my right hand in hers, she slid it down between her thighs towards her vagina. "Oh dear, she wants it!" I thought to myself at this encouraging gesture from her. Pulling away from her mouth, I pushed my head further down till my mouth came to her milky white big, soft, and plaint breasts. Closing my mouth around the soft tender tit-flesh, I began to suck on it hard; while the fingers of my right hand began to stimulate her vulva.

This time she encouraged me by spreading her thighs wider, and pulling up her legs to bend them at the knees. She was oozing juices continuously now, and I wasted no time in sliding the tip of my finger inside her juicy virgin pussy. I began to continuous back and forth movement of my digits, fingering her faster; even as I continued to suck on her succulent tits.

She was moaning and sobbing continuously now, bucking her hips and thrashing about on the sofa wildly. She was tugging on my hair, as I continued to suck on her virgin breasts. Soon, I felt her body begin to shudder, going into the throes of her impending orgasm, muttered gasps emitting from her throat "Unhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..." Her wet hot pussy, which fitted around my middle finger like a butter-coated glove, began to spasm involuntarily, as she clenched her pussy muscles tight around my invading digit; her thick fleshy legs sticking up straight in the air.

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

After a few minutes of being in this position, her breathing began to come back to normal. Reaching up with her right hand, she cupped my face, and looking into my eyes, breathed "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... that felt so good ... so good ... ohhh thank you so much ... thank you ... thank you..." "Oh my baby ... you don't have to thank Jignesh bhaiya ... it is I who have to thank you..." I replied tenderly. She just smiled a contended smile, and snuggled up closer to me. As she did that, she felt my still throbbing, and extremely frustrated hard cock press against the side of her belly. Turning sideways towards me, she leant towards me and rested her torso against my chest.
Her plump fleshy breasts pressed against my chest, as she placed her head on my chest and began to caress my chest with her hands. My cock was painfully erect now, and was pressing into her fleshy belly thru my shorts. As I caressed her hair, she snuggled up closer to me, and began to slide her hands under my t-shirt. As her soft pudgy fingers caressed my taut belly, and slid up my muscular chest, I tightened the muscles of my chest. "You have a very good physique, bhaiya..." she whispered softly, her fingers tracing lines on my chest under the t-shirt. "Your muscles are so hard bhaiya..." she mumbled softly. "There's something else even harder, Sejal..." I said with a half laugh. "What is that, bhaiya..." she asked instinctively. As I smiled into her eyes, the meaning of what I said dawned on her, and she blushed.

Her fingers which were caressing my chest, stopped moving, and her arm slid down slightly, causing her elbows to touch my hardness through my shorts. "Is this ... is this so hard because of me bhaiya..." she asked in a small voice, letting her elbows rest on my throbbing erection. "Yes, Sejal ... it is hard like this because it likes you very much..." I whispered back softly. "Oh bhaiya ... tell me what to do please ... I don't know what to do..." she said hoarsely, those beautiful round eyes wide with innocence. "Feel it with your hands, baby..." I replied hoarsely. She slid her right hand down my torso, and placed the palm of her hand on my throbbing cock through the shorts.

As her fingers instinctively closed around my cock, I shuddered and clutched her hard by her shoulder. As she looked up at my face again, her eyes wide open and her lips slightly parted, I whispered "Now caress it baby..." Wetting her plush lips with her tongue, she began to gently caress my rigid shaft through the fabric of my three-quarters. "Do you want to see it, Sejal?" I asked her in a hoarse whisper. She let out a sigh, and nodded her head imperceptibly. Pushing my hips upwards to press my harness into her palms, I said "Go ahead sweetheart, open it and take it out..." Her cheeks flushed when she heard that, and I felt her hesitate.

"Don't worry baby ... it won't bite..." I said with a laugh. She relaxed upon hearing this and even giggled. She slid down the sofa, and knelt down on the floor between my outstretched thighs. As her fingers began to fumble with the button of my three-quarters, I tucked my tummy in, making it easier for her to unfasten the button. Tugging at the zip of my shorts, she pulled it down. Lifting my hips of the sofa, I pushed down my three-quarters, to present my erection painfully sticking up like a tent pole inside the confines of my white underpants. She gazed at the protrusion of my cock and swallowed, once again uncertain.

As she looked up into my eyes with apprehension, I reached out with my hand and caressed her hair. "Go on ... Sejal..." I urged her gently. She reached out and slid her fingers under the elastic of my underwear's waist-band, and began to pull it down. I lifted my hips off the bed again to help her. As she pulled my underwear down my thighs, my fully erect cock sprang out like a cobra, and slapped against my belly. Grasping the base of my cock with my thumb and forefinger, I pushed it forward gently, causing it to stand proud in front of her shocked face, swaying gently.

Her mouth opened and a gasp escaped her lips, even as her hands instinctively flew to her mouth. "Have you ever seen this before, Sejal..." I asked her gently. She shook her head, and managed to whisper "No, bhaiya..." Continuing to gaze at my throbbing cock in rapt attention, she wet her lips once again, and swallowed. I was having this raging hard-on for so long now, that a few drops of pre-cum were already adorning the tip of my cock. I pulled my foreskin down, exposing the blood-gorged helmet-shaped shiny head of my reasonably large cock. As she shifted her gaze from my throbbing cock towards my face, I whispered "Hold it baby ... it has been dying to feel your touch for so long now..." "Oh bhaiya..." she cried out in a hoarse voice, and wrapped her soft fleshy fingers around the girth of my hard penis. As I felt her soft hands close around the shaft of my cock, my hips jerked involuntarily, causing a fresh drop of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my cock.

As I gazed at her face lovingly, I couldn't help but gloat over my luck. Here was this gorgeous busty teenage college-girl, kneeling between my thighs on the floor, her college-uniform shirt open to show me those young juicy mammaries, and clutching my fully erect cock in her hand. "Now start stroking it like this, Sejal..." I whispered, wrapping my fingers around her hand holding my cock, and moving it up and down. "Like this, bhaiya..." she asked in a small voice, sliding her grasp up and down along the length of my cock. "Yessss, my darling..." I groaned, and threw back my head against the back-rest of the sofa.

As she got the hang of stroking my cock, I let out a groan of contentment. She was gazing at my cock in rapt attention, her lips parted slightly, and her breath coming in shallow gasps, as she continued to stroke my cock lovingly. Looking up towards my face, she asked innocently "Am I doing it right bhaiya..." "Oh yes Sejal ... you are doing it right..." I breathed out, pushing my hips up, making my cock stand only inches away from her face. I felt her hot breath on my cock even as she stroked it gently. "Now shall I kiss it bhaiya..." she asked hoarsely. "Oh Sejal..." I groaned, when I heard these hugely erotic words emerge from her lips. As I nodded my head, she brought her face closer to my cock, and closing her eyes, kissed the straining tip of my cock with her lips awkwardly. Her eyes were screwed shut, as she began to kiss my cock at different places with her lips, the way one would give a peck on someone's cheek. Pulling her face away, she opened her eyes and gazed at my cock with arousal, continuing to stroke it.

Wetting her lips with her tongue, she closed her eyes again, and bent her head forward again to kiss my throbbing cock again. This time she parted her lips, and I felt her warm wet tongue against the bulging head of my cock. My hips jerked spasmodically, and I clutched her by her shoulder. "Take it in you mouth baby..." I groaned. With a small moan, she opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock into her wet hot mouth. As her mouth closed in an O around the mushroom-shaped head of my cock, she screwed her eyes shut again. I saw her adam's apple bob, as she swallowed involuntarily, the unfamiliar musky taste of my cock and pre-cum assailing her virgin mouth.

But this girl was incredible. She didn't flinch, and began to suck on the tip of my cock, her tongue licking the head, albeit awkwardly. As she got accustomed to the odor of my cock, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth. I caressed her cheek, and whispered "I love you, baby..." That seemed to be the encouragement she was waiting for, because she opened her mouth wider and took more of my cock into her warm welcoming mouth. As I lost control, and pushed my cock deeper into the waiting receptacle of her hot mouth, she gagged involuntarily, feeling the tip of my cock press against the larynx of her throat.

As she gagged, her saliva dribbled out of her mouth, and slid down the length of my cock. I felt a pang of guilt course through me, as I saw this innocent teenager struggling to breathe with my thick cock stuffed inside her virgin mouth. I grasped her by her head, and pulled her head up, causing my cock to slip out of her mouth with a plopping sound. Alarmed, she looked up at me with a scared look, and wiping the saliva drooling out of the sides of her mouth with the back of her hand, asked me tentatively "What happened bhaiya ... did I do something wrong?" "No baby ... not at all..." I reassured her with a loving smile. "I just don't want you to do it if you don't like it..." "Oh bhaiya ... why are you saying that..." she cried out in protest. "I like it ... I like doing this ... I just hope I am doing it good ... and it is making you feel as good as I felt when you were doing it for me..."

"Oh darling ... you are doing it beautifully ... I love it..." I said to her tenderly, caressing her face. Her face lit up with childlike pleasure on hearing that, and without a word, she proceeded to take my cock into her willing mouth once again. This time she went about it with more confidence, sucking on my cock with a little more pressure, licking it with the juicy tongue inside her mouth. As she began to suck on my cock like a delicious lollipop, she began to bob her head up and down slowly, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth with each moment.

Throwing my head back as the pleasure of her sucking on my cock hit me, I began to move my hips up gently as well, pushing more of my cock into her juicy mouth. As my cock hit the cavity of her throat, she gagged a couple of times. But she continued bravely, breathing hard, her saliva drooling down the length of my shaft. I knew that if she continued this for some more time, I was going to blast my load in her mouth itself. Not wanting to do that to this lovely teenager on her very first time, I pushed her head back gently, pulling my cock out of her mouth. "Rub it on your breasts, Sejal..." I breathed out hoarsely, as she looked up lovingly at my face.

She stood up from her sitting position on her knees, and parting her open shirt, leant forward, causing her plump juicy breasts to dangle inches from my wet hard cock. Taking my cock in her hand, she began to rub the tip against the succulent flesh of her mammary glands, her erect pink nipples grazing the head of my cock. "Oh Sejal..." I moaned, as I straightened, and grasped her fleshy tits in my hands. Pressing the soft flesh of her breasts together, wrapped them around the hard shaft of my cock. She co-operated by grasping her breasts herself, and straightening her back.

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

As her warm mouth closed around my cock, I groaned with pleasure. It amazed me to see how quickly an untouched girl like her figured out what gave a man pleasure, as I experienced the orgasmic feeling of her pumping my cock with her soft hands, while sucking on it at the same time. Feeling my sperm begin to boil, I quickly grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her mouth off my cock. It was just in time, for just as my throbbing cock slipped out of her mouth, a thick wad of my jism shot out of the slit of my cock and landed square on her neck. She let out a soft moan, and grasped my cock tighter, as more of my cum spurted from my quivering cock and landed on her soft pillowy breasts. As my orgasm subsided, I fell back on the sofa with a sigh.

She was still holding on to my cock, as the remaining cum had flowed down my cock and was all over her soft hands. "Do you ... do you have a handkerchief bhaiya..." she asked me in a small voice. I smiled, as I dug into my pocket and pulled out the handkerchief. She took it from my hand, and began to wipe my cock clean. She then proceeded to wipe my cum from her neck and breasts, as I watched her fondly. Wiping her hands, she looked up at me with a shy smile and asked "Did you feel good, bhaiya?" "I did sweetheart ... I did" I replied with warmth. As she stood up, I pulled her towards me and made her sit in my lap. Cupping her succulent breasts with both my hands, I kissed them gently, and ran my tongue on her nipples, causing her to giggle and squirm in my lap.
Continuing to knead her juicy tits, I kissed her on the mouth, and said "That was wonderful, Sejal..." "Oh bhaiya..." she cut me off "I am so glad I could make you happy..." As I let go of her, she stood up, and asked me if she could leave, as it was getting late for her. She went into the bedroom to put on her undergarments which I had asked her to remove. At the door, I hugged her warmly and said "Have a good picnic, Sejal ... and come back soon ... I will be waiting for you..." "Oh even I am waiting to come back, bhaiya..." she replied shyly. As Sejal left, I closed the door behind me and headed to the bathroom to clean up the mess I had made inside my underwear.
The day's exertions had left me drained, and just as I had dozed off watching TV, the phone rang. It was Kalpana aunty. She had stepped out to buy some vegetables, and was calling me from a public phone booth at the market. "Beta, I was just buying some vegetables, and I was wondering if you wanted to have something special for dinner tonight..." she said. "Oh aunty, why are you taking so much trouble for me?" I protested, "Anything will do." "Oh there is no trouble beta ... Jigna has gone for her picnic, and today Jatin bhai has also gone out of station for work, so I don't have much work to do at home..." her voice trailed off.

There was a moment's pause, and she was searching for what to say next. "So beta, today I will cook some special dinner for you, and..." she continued. After a moment's hesitation, she continued " ... and I will be very happy if you can come home to my place for dinner today evening". There was hesitation in her voice, as she waited with baited breath to hear my response. I stalled, as if I were indecisive. "Of course beta, it is just a request... "she blurted in, upon not hearing anything from me, "I know you may have plans so..." her voice trailed off. My cock had stiffened inside my pants by now, thinking about the opportunity that lay before me.
Here was the buxom Kalpana aunty inviting me to her house for dinner ... at a time when she was all alone at home. "Oh it will be my pleasure, aunty" I responded "It will be so nice for me to have your company rather than eating alone at my house" I heard her breathe a sigh of relief, and her voice audibly perked up as she said to me "Oh Jignesh beta, thank you so much ... I am so happy to hear that ... I will see you in some time then". As I hung up the phone, I squeezed my stiff cock through my jeans, and grinned to myself.

I showered quickly and changed into a comfortable pair of slacks and a t-shirt, foregoing my evening work-out. If things went my way, I was going to need to conserve my energy for the night. I walked over to Kalpana aunty's house. On a sudden impulse, I stopped myself mid-way. "Nothing like a bunch of flowers to flatter a woman" I thought to myself. I headed back to my house to pick up my bike keys. After having picked up a nice bouquet for Kalpana aunty, I reached her place. As I rang the bell, Kalpana aunty opened the door. A look of surprise and pleasure crossed her face as she saw me standing at the door with a smile on my face and a bunch of flowers in my hand.

She was apparently working in the kitchen, as I noticed droplets of sweat rolling off her face on to her chest. "Oh Jignesh beta, I never expected you to come so early ... I have still not finished cooking..." she blurted out. Her hands were covered with wheat flour, ostensibly from the dough she was kneading for making rotis, and for some reason looked incredibly sexy to me. "Oh come in please..." she hastily said, a broad smile on her face, and her eyes glancing towards the flowers I held in my hand. She was fidgeting with her sari, trying to wipe her hands on them, as I walked inside. I held out the flowers for her, and said with a smile "These are for you Kalpana aunty".

As she took it from me, a look of tenderness crossed her face, and she said "Oh beta ... for me! Oh I can't believe it..." she mumbled "I ... I..." she stuttered, "Nobody has ever brought bouquet for me ... oh beta, thank you so much ... thank you ... you are so nice" she said, squeezing my hand. As I held her hand, I said "Oh aunty, come on ... please don't be so formal ... this is the least I could do..." I replied smoothly. She seemed flustered to see me land up so early, and I couldn't help but look at her body as she fluttered around the room, trying to locate a place to keep the flowers.

She was dressed in a cheap cotton saree, with the pallu tied tightly around her waist, accentuating the shape of her massive hips. The red blouse she wore with her saree was drenched with sweat at her armpits, and I got a glimpse of her huge breasts encased tightly inside her blouse, as she wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree. I could see the outlines of her bra clearly at her shoulders and at her armpits, as the fabric was soaked with her sweat. There was a musky odour to her body that turned me on immensely. She bustled into the kitchen, and returned with a glass of water for me in a tray. As she handed me the water, she said "Oh Jignesh beta, please make yourself comfortable ... I will finish my cooking quickly..." Touching her arm, I said "Relax, aunty ... I am in no hurry to have dinner ... I thought I will just come early and give you some company..." I smiled.

That brought a smile to her face also. As I followed her into the kitchen, I watched the way her heavy ass moved within the confines of her saree. We chatted pleasantly about many things, as I sat on a stool in the kitchen, watching her go about her work. As she was rolling the dough into little balls to make rotis, I couldn't help but notice the way her heavy breasts swung under her saree. Soon she finished cooking, and got around to arranging plates on the dinner table. The food was delicious, and as I licked my fingers, I said "Aunty, this is the best food I have eaten in a long time ... thank you so much". "Oh beta, I am the one who is grateful to you for everything ... I should be the one saying thank you..." she said kindly. "I am very happy that I can do this much for you..." she said with a smile, looking into my eyes.

After finishing dinner, I settled down on the sofa in their living room. She came out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her saree, and sat on a chair in next to the sofa. I patted the sofa next to where I was sitting and said "Come aunty, sit here for some time ... you have done so much work today". She smiled and came and sat by my side. For few moments, there was an awkward silence. After hesitating for some time, she said "Beta, I am really so grateful for everything that you have done for my family ... I don't know how to..." "Shhh..." I interrupted her, placing my hand on hers. "Aunty please don't say all that..." "Ok tell me, how is your financial health now?" I asked seriously.

She continued to fidget with the pallu of her saree and said "We don't have anything left now, beta ... we have even pawned the few gold ornaments I had ... this mangalsutra is the only thing I have left now..." she said with sadness, touching the chain around her neck. I slid closer to her on the sofa, and putting my arms around her shoulders, said "Aunty, I want to do something, and I want you to promise me that you will accept it without a word." "What is it beta?" she asked, looking up at my face. "I want you to come with me tomorrow, and we will go and buy back all the gold ornaments that you have pawned" I said. "But beta..." she started to protest. "No buts aunty..." I said with finality "I don't want uncle to know about this ... this is just between us". "Oh beta..." she started to protest again. "You have to say yes aunty ... if I really mean anything to you..." I said with a gently smile on her face.

She sat there silently, looking at the floor. After a while, she looked up at me, and her eyes were moist with tears. She leaned slightly towards my side, and placing her hand on my thigh, said "Ok beta..." Since my arms were around her shoulders, as she leant towards me, I gently pulled her towards me. She rested her head on shoulder, and continued to run her hand on my thigh, as I caressed her back through her blouse, feeling the straps of her bra under my touch. I had a raging hard-on by now, and I could feel the heat emanating from her body. We sat there like that for a few minutes, not saying a word. I cleared my throat, and said "Aunty, I will make a move now ... you must be tired now, and wanting to sleep..." I said softly. She hesitated for a minute, and then started to say "Beta..." and she paused. "Yes, aunty?" I asked softly. "Would you ... would you mind staying back here tonight ... you can..." she said haltingly "you can sleep here tonight if you like..."

I remained quite for some time, and then said "Ok aunty, but I hope it is not a problem for you..." "Oh no beta, why would it be a problem for me... " she replied quickly. As I withdrew my arm from her shoulder, she straightened to sit back. As she did that, the pallu of her saree slipped off her shoulder. I was rewarded with the sight of her big heavy breasts encased tightly inside her red blouse; and her heavy brown belly between the bottom of her blouse and the top of her saree at her waist, was exposed to my view. Her big breasts seemed to cover almost the whole of her torso, and there was a deep cleavage because her bra and blouse were nearly stretched to tearing point on her chest. Because of the way her blouse was stretched across her big breasts, I could see a glimpse of her black bra through the opening between the hooks of her blouse. They were huge.

She caught me looking at her breasts, and as she adjusted her pallu to cover her torso, she looked into my eyes with a look of understanding and love. I feigned embarrassment, and looked away quickly. Once again there was an awkward silence. As I looked up into her eyes, I saw her continuing to look into my eyes with tenderness. She reached out and caressed my face. Her touch was hot. She cleared her throat, and in a soft voice, started to say "Beta..." She stopped herself midway. I reached up and placed my palm over hers, which were still caressing my cheek. "Let me get you something to change into" she said, getting up. I grabbed her hand, and said "No its OK aunty, I am comfortable in these..." "You sure, beta?" she asked "Yes, aunty..." I replied. As I let go of her hand, she said "OK beta, in that case, you can go and lie down ... I will finish some work in the kitchen"

As she went into the kitchen, I got up and moved to the bedroom where I had slept earlier. Deciding to be a little bold, I stripped off my t-shirt and slacks, and got into bed in just my boxers. I pulled up the sheet up to my neck, leaving only my face and bare arms outside the sheet. My hard-on had subsided but it was still rigid in my boxers. I fondled my cock through my boxers, and waited for her. I could hear her washing the vessels in the kitchen. After a while, I heard her finish things off in the kitchen, and head to the bathroom. From the noises, I imagined she was washing her arms, legs and face, and preparing to go to bed. I had switched off the main light in the bedroom, but had left a small night bulb on. After a while, I heard her switch off the lights in the main room & kitchen.

She came into the bedroom where I was, and I saw she had glass of milk in her hands. I lay there with my eyes closed. I felt her sit gently by my side on the bed, and she called out softly "Beta..." As I opened my eyes, she smiled, and said "I got some milk for your to drink before you go to sleep beta..." I sat up in bed, and taking the glass from her hand, said "Oh aunty, you are taking so much trouble for me..." Ruffling my hair, she said "Beta, aapki seva karna to mera saubhagya hai..." As I drank the milk, I noticed she smelt of some talcum powder she had applied on herself, probably after washing her face.

She was gazing at my bare arms and chest. I finished and she took the glass from my hand. At that moment, I grimaced and clutched the side of my back. With a look of concern, she asked "What happened beta..." "Oh nothing aunty just that my back is aching today..." "Oh my dear Jignesh beta ... you must be so tired no ... you lie down ... let me press your back..." "No aunty ... its OK..." I started to protest. With a mock stern look, she pushed me down on the bed and said "You listen to Kalpana aunty now, ok beta".

I lay down on the bed, and turned on to my stomach. I felt her adjusting her position on the bed, and her hips pressed against mine as she came closer to where I lay. "You just relax, ok beta..." she said softly as she began to press my back. Her hands, unlike the soft ones of Sarla bhabhi, were hard from all the work she used to do. But it felt great all the same. "Oh aunty, that feels so nice..." I sighed as her hands went about kneading and pressing the muscles on my back. After pressing my back for a while, she shifted down towards my leg, and began to press my legs. "Aunty, please ... its ok..." I started to protest "Just lie there beta ... at least give aunty the pleasure of being able to do something for you..." she said in a soft voice.

She ran her hands down the length of the back of my legs, and then began to press my calf muscles. She even took my feet in her hands, and pressed the fingers of my feet. Then she worked her way back upwards towards my back, and said in a soft whisper "Now turn around beta..." I had a raging hard-on by now, and was afraid that she would see it. I took my chance and turned around to lie on my back again. This time she slid down towards my feet, and began to massage my legs. She was looking lovingly at my legs, and pressing them with tenderness. As she looked up towards my face, she caught me looking at her and smiled. By now my cock was standing up straight and had made a tent in my boxers. As she saw my hard on sticking up through my boxers, I felt her body stiffen, and the pressure she was putting on my legs while pressing went up a couple of notches. I lay there with bated breath, enjoying the sensation of her firm hands massaging my legs.

After a while, she slid herself back towards my torso on the bed, and placed her hands on my chest. As she moved her hand up to my chest, her elbow brushed against my hard on, and I felt her catch her breath in her throat again. Once again, she glanced at my cock standing up in my boxers. But this time she avoided my gaze, and just kept pressing my chest and arms. It was a hugely erotic position. Here was the buxom heavy bodied 42-year old Kalpana aunty, sitting by my side and giving me the best massage I had had in my life. She was starting to breathe a little faster now, and I couldn't help gaze at her heaving bosom. As she leaned forward to press my shoulders, the pallu of her saree slipped off her shoulders.

She glanced at the pallu that had slipped onto the arms, but made no effort to pull it up, and kept pressing my shoulders and arms, avoiding making eye contact with me. My cock lurched within the confines of my boxers, as my eyes were once again greeted with the sight of her massive heavy breasts tightly encased in her bra and blouse. The droplets of sweat that had begun to form on her forehead, the sindhoor she wore in the parting of her hair, the soft jingling of the glass bangles on her hand, and her mangalsutra dangling in front of her huge breasts, caused my rigid cock to lurch inside my boxer shorts. It was now or never, I thought to myself. "Aunty..." I whispered hoarsely, and slid my hand to hold hers and pressed it against my chest. "Yes beta..." she whispered back, and looked into my eyes with tenderness. I let go of her hand, and slid my hand up her arm, and squeezed her arm.

As I let go off her hand, her arm slackened, and once again her elbow brushed against my rigid cock through my boxer shorts. I let out a heavy sigh, closed my eyes, and lifting my hips off the bed, pressed my boner to her elbow. She made no attempt to remove her arm, with my boner cock pressing against her elbow. As I opened my eyes, I saw her looking at my face, with a mixture of tenderness and lust. "Aunty, I am sorry ... I..." I breathed out softly. "Shh beta..." she whispered softly, and quickly moved her left hand to my face and caressed my cheek. Her left hand was now firmly resting on my rigid cock, with the forearm pressed to it, her palm resting on my stomach. She leant towards my face, and still holding my face with her left hand, kissed me softly on my forehead.

As she did that I felt her heavy firm breasts press against my chest. She planted small kisses on my forehead and cheeks, and then moved her mouth to my lips. With a groan, I grabbed her by her hair which was tied into a tight bun behind, and kissed her ardently. She left out a soft sigh, and parted her lips to kiss me back in earnest, our tongues probing each other. I continued to hold her head with my left hand, kissing her, while I moved my right hand to her back and pressed her torso to me. I felt her right hand move between our bodies, and she then took hold of my hard cock through the shorts, and squeezed it softly. A moan escaped me as I felt her take my cock in her hand. As we broke our kiss, she looked into my eyes, and asked "You love me so much beta?" squeezing my rigid cock once again. "Yes aunty ... I..." I breathed out.

She then sat up, and looked at me lovingly, her hand still rubbing my cock gently through my boxers. The pallu had fallen off completely now, and I could see her huge breasts heaving. I reached out and placed my hand on her left breast. She sighed, and throwing her head back, grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breast. Through the tight confines of her blouse & bra, I felt how hard and firm her mature heavy breasts were. Her breasts were so big that there was no way I could cup them. She pressed my hand to her breast as I squeezed her firm tit-flesh, as I squeezed her hand which was rubbing my cock. I began to run my fingers along the exposed portion of the top of her breast, and began to slide a finger inside the tight confines of her blouse. Her skin was hot to touch. "One minute, beta..." she breathed as she felt the difficulty I was having in sliding my fingers inside her blouse.

She reached up quickly, and began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. My hand was now caressing the side of her heavy & fleshy belly, kneading the flesh. One by one, she opened the hooks of her blouse, and as the last one came off, I reached out with both hands and placed them on her huge breasts through her bra. She was wearing a cheap black cotton bra, which was stretched to the limit. Kalpana aunty was a broad woman, and the size of her bra was 38-D. She parted the flaps of her blouse, and straightened her back, pressing her breasts into my hands. I slid my hands under her armpits and reached out to her back, fumbling with the hooks of her bra strap. Seeing my difficulty in opening her bra, she smiled tenderly, and reaching behind unhooked her bra. As the strap of her bra came undone, her huge melons sagged forward with the weight, within the cup of her bra. 

Closing her eyes, she hooked her finger under her bra cup, and pulled up both the cups, exposing her huge heavy breasts to me. "Oh aunty..." I breathed hoarsely, as I feasted my eyes on her mountainous breasts.
They sagged with the weight, and settled down on her fleshy belly. Yet the flesh of her breasts was so firm, that they still stood firmly on her chest. The skin of her breasts was brown like the rest of her body, and the big dark brown nipples were surrounded with huge dark areolas. As she sat their holding up the cups of her bra for me to feast on her breasts, I said to her "Oh aunty, your breasts are so beautiful..." With a sigh, I grasped her heavy breasts and began to knead the firm tit-flesh. They felt so incredibly heavy in my hand. She moaned softly as I did that, and I felt goose-bumps come all over her breasts, and the big nipples stiffened under my touch. As I caressed her breasts with both hands, and softly ran my finger over her erect nipples, she sighed heavily.

She placed her right hand on my hard cock, and gently squeezed it through the fabric of my boxer shorts. I groaned, and began to squeeze her heavy breasts in earnest, rolling her thick turgid nipples between my fingers. I tried to cup both her breasts in my palm, but still couldn't get more than half of it in my hand. As I took her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and squeezed, she let out a sigh "Oh beta..." She leaned over me again, and placed her hungry mouth on mine. As our tongues intertwined, and I felt the naked flesh of her big heavy breasts pressing against my bare chest, I slid my hand down and grasping her hand which was squeezing my cock, pressed it down. My right hand was caressing her back, as she almost fully rested on my chest.
"Aunty..." I breathed "I want to suck on your breasts..." "Yes beta..." she replied. She slowly lifted her face off mine, and looked down at me lovingly. It was a sight to behold ... Kalpana aunty sitting by my side, looking at me with love, with her blouse open, the cups of her bra pulled up above her magnificent breasts, the mangalsutra hanging between the valley of her breasts, caressing my face with her left hand, while squeezing my hard cock with her right. Placing her palm by the side of my face, she leaned forward, and offered me her huge 38-D breasts to suck on. I grabbed her heavy breasts in my hands, and closing my eyes, ran my tongue along the underside of her breasts. She shuddered as I did that, and I felt her involuntarily clamp her hand tight on my cock.

I began to run my tongue all over the flesh of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples, squeezing them with my hands at the same time. I ran my tongue in circles over her areolas, around her nipples. And then, I reached out with my tongue, and flicked it across her nipple which was standing fully erect now. After teasing her nipples with my tongue for some time, I opened my mouth and took her nipple inside, and began to suck on them. As I did that, she moaned, and grabbing my head with her left hand, pushed my face into her breasts. At the same instant, her right hand slid into my boxers, and took hold of my rigid shaft. As I felt her calloused hands clasp my cock, I moaned and began to suck on her breasts harder. She caressed the underside of my shaft with her palms, and gently pressed my balls. Soon, she took it in her hand again and began a gentle stroking motion.

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 12

My cock was already leaking pre-cum, and the feeling of her hands stroking my cock was heavenly. After spending an eternity, sucking and licking her breasts, gently nibbling on her hard nipples, I lay down for a breather. Once again, she leaned forward and began to kiss my face. She kissed my face, my neck, ran her tongue in my ears, and then slowly moved down to my chest. She planted kisses all over my chest, and slowly began to trail her tongue down my torso. As I felt her wet tongue on my belly, I jerked involuntarily and let out a groan of pleasure. As her face moved towards my hips, she let go off my cock, which jerked and snapped against her cheek. Her hand began to caress my thighs, as she moved her tongue below my belly button. I could feel my hard erect cock rubbing against her hair and face. "Oh aunty..." I moaned.


She slid down the bed, and taking my cock in her hand again, began to rub it all over her face. She began to plan little kisses on the shaft of my cock, and also began to lick the underside of my cock, causing me to jerk my hips up towards her face. Her heavy breasts were now pressing against my thighs. She then let out a soft moan, and opening her mouth, took my cock inside her mouth. "Aahhh..." I moaned as I felt my cock engulfed by her hot wet mouth, and grabbing her head by the bun of her hair, pushed her face down. As she rolled her tongue around the tip of my cock inside her mouth, I cried out "Oh I love that aunty..." I began to thrust my cock deeper into her mouth.

Soon she began a practiced motion of moving her head up and down my cock, sucking me harder, almost taking 3/4th of my cock into her hot slurping mouth, and caressing my swollen balls with her finger-tips at the same time. She then took the shaft of my cock between her thumb and two fingers, and began stroking me even as she moved my cock in and out of her sucking mouth. With the experienced way in which she was sucking on my cock, I could feel my orgasm building up. "Aunty..." I groaned, holding her head tighter by her hair, "I am going to come..." "Yes, Jignesh beta ... I want you to come..." she mumbled back with my cock still in her mouth.
I grabbed her head by the bun of her hair and pushed her mouth deeper down on to my cock. I felt myself beginning to lose control, and cried out "Auntieee ... I can't hold on any longer ... please..." and pulled her mouth away from my throbbing & pulsing cock. "Kyaa hua beta... ?" she asked with concern as she raised her head and looked at me, "aap ko acchha nahi lag raha hai?" "Oh I love it aunty..." I breathed out "I just don't want to come in your..." my voice trailed off. "Oh that..." she replied with a slow smile "Aunty will do anything for you beta..." and she began stroking my cock. "You have a very nice..." she murmured shyly, gazing at my throbbing member "You will make a girl very happy..." she said with finality, looking into my eyes with a smile. I was writing with pleasure by now, and whispered back "I don't about other girls' aunty ... but I hope I can at least make you happy..." She blushed, and replied "Oh yes, you will beta ... you will..." and squeezed my cock hard as she continued to stroke it.

I lay back and watched my darling Kalpana aunty, as she continued to caress my body with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. She was sitting up now, with the pallu of her saree completely off her torso, her blouse open, and her huge heavy round breasts heaving, as she went on pumping my cock. I reached out, and tried to hold her bared breasts. She slid forward towards my head and leaned forward slightly, allowing me to reach her breasts. I placed my hand under her left breast, and felt the incredible weight of them in my palm. As I began to knead the flesh of her breasts like dough, I said to her "Aunty, do it faster please..."
She just nodded and began to pump my cock more vigorously. With her practiced stroking, I was soon ready to come, and cried out "Auntie..." My cum began to spurt out from the slit of my cock, even as I arched my back and lifted my hips off the bed. Such was the force of my orgasm that the first spurt landed on her heaving breasts, and flowed down to her belly. I continued to jerk as spasm after spasm racked my body and more and more cum spurted out of my cock, and was soon overflowing her hand, and drooling on to my stomach and pelvis. As it ended, I fell back on the bed, completely drained.

As my cock began to soften, she leaned forward and rested her upper body and mine, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her head resting on my shoulder. As I was trying to get my breath back, she whispered in my ear "Did you like it beta... ?" "Oh yes aunty, I loved it ... I loved it ... thank you ... thank you so much" I managed to gasp. "Shhh beta ... I should be the one saying thank you ... not you..." she chided me. I wrapped my arms around her back, and pressing her close to me, kissed her on the mouth passionately.

She rested on me in that position till my breathing came back to normal. As I removed my arms from around her, she sat up slowly. She was still holding on to my cock, which had now shrunk to its normal size. Turning towards it, she wiped the cum which had fallen on my belly and pelvis, with the pallu of her saree, and also wiped off whatever had landed on her breasts and hands. I couldn't help but feel grateful to this lady for being so loving to me. Having cleaned me up, she leaned forward, and kissing me on my forehead, said "Aunty will be back in one minute, ok beta?" She got up and went out of the bedroom, into the adjacent bathroom. When she returned, I saw that she had taken off her blouse and bra completely and now had just the pallu of her saree dbangd around her torso.

As she walked towards my bed, I could see the way her breasts swayed behind the pallu of her saree, and the way her broad hips swung inside the confines of her saree. By now, I had recovered, and I could feel the current of desire course through my limp penis once again. As she sat down on the bed by my side once again, she asked in a small voice, "Beta, is it OK if aunty sleeps with you tonight..." "Of course aunty ... why are you even asking that..." I chided her, taking her hands in mine and squeezing it tight. "Thank you beta..." she replied gratefully. She then stood up and began to take off her saree. As the saree came off her body, I saw how heavily built she was.

My cock was beginning to come back to life as I took in the sight of her big fleshy breasts, her fleshy round belly, her broad hips, and her incredibly big ass inside the black petticoat she wore. I moved to one side of the bed to give her space, and she lay down on the bed by my side. As she settled down on her back, I placed my hand on her breasts and began to fondle them. I placed one leg over her body, and pulled her towards me turning her to face me. I snuggled my face in the warmth of her huge breasts, and began to lick her breasts, squeezing them hard, even as my hands caressed her bare back, and slid down to her big ass.

Taking her nipples in my mouth, I began to suck on her breasts in earnest once again, even as she let out a sigh, and pressed my face deeper into the fleshy valley of her breasts. With my free hand, I began to pull up her petticoat, till I could feel the bare skin of her massive thighs. I ran my hands over her thighs, and slid my hand up till my palm reached her huge fleshy ass. I could feel the fabric of the cheap cotton panty she was wearing, stretched across her butt. I began to caress her butt through her panty, and began to squeeze the flesh on her ass. She moaned with pleasure, and pressed her pelvis to mine, causing my rapidly hardening cock to press against her belly.

Taking my leg off her body, I pushed her so that she lay on her back now, and whispered to her "Take off your panties aunty..." Silently, she slid her fingers inside the elastic of her panties, and slid it down her hips, raising her hips off the bed in the process. Raising her legs, and bending them at the knees, she proceeded to remove the panty completely. As she lay back again, I undid the cord of her petticoat at her waist, and loosened them. By now I had pulled up her petticoat almost completely exposing her mammoth thighs. Pressing my almost fully hardened cock on the side of her hips, I ran my hands along her thighs and began to caress the insides of her thighs.

She let out a soft hissing sound, as I felt goose bumps come up on the flesh of her thighs, and she parted her thighs, allowing me full access. I slowly slid my hand up, till I reached her vagina. Her vagina was almost fully covered with thick crinkly hair. As I began to caress her vagina with my hand, feeling the hair tickle my palm, she moaned and opened her legs wider. Continuing to suck on her breasts, I slowly slid my finger through the forest of hair, and found her the slit of her pussy. She was soaking wet, and I could feel the heat emanating from her hot pussy, as I slowly slid a finger inside her pussy.

As my finger slid inside her hot pussy, she hissed out "Oh Jignesh beta..." and clutched my hair tight, pressing my face deeper into her huge breasts. "Just relax aunty..." I whispered back "it's my turn now..." Parting the lips of her cunt, I slid in one more finger and began to finger fuck her sopping wet pussy slowly. As my fingers began to probe deeper into her vagina, she began to buck her hips, and grasping my hand began to push it deeper into her. Her head was thrown to one side, and she was moaning with pleasure. Throwing my leg over her fat thighs, I turned to her side and began to finger fuck her in earnest. She kept moaning "Oh beta ... oh beta..." over and over again. I then climbed on top of her, and straddled her, with my butt resting on her belly, and my fully erect cock standing out straight right over her heaving mountainous breasts. Taking my cock in my hand I began to rub it on her breasts, and teasing her erect nipples with the bulbous red tip of my cock.

Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted, breathing heavily, as she felt me rubbing the sticky tip of my fully erect cock all over her breasts. She co-operated with my squeezing her breasts together, thus trapping my erect cock between her heavy fleshy breasts and squeezing them. Then I slid down her belly, and began to lick her neck. As she wrapped her arms around my back, I started licking her neck and slowly slid down to her chest. I took each of her huge breasts in my hand, and squeezing them hard, sucked on them one by one. Then I slid down further and began to lick her huge fleshy belly, paying special attention to her belly button. She was moaning with pleasure almost continuously now. "Beta..." she said in a hoarse voice "nobody had done this for aunty in a long time ... Oh I love you beta..." as she continued to hold my head in place by my hair.

"I love you too aunty..." I whispered back, as I clambered off her belly, and quickly got in between her thighs. "Beta, noo..." she cried out, as I took hold of her heavy legs and raised them. Bending her legs at her knees, I began to caress the underside of her massive tree-trunk like thighs. I proceeded to bring my face closer to her thighs, and began to lick the underside of her thighs, She lay there, clutching the headboard of the bed, her eyes closed and head thrown back, as I held her legs pushed up, and parting her thighs, began moving my tongue on her knees from the back of her knees closer and closer to her sopping wet hairy pussy. Throwing up her petticoat, I brought my face close to her pussy and began to lick the flesh of her pelvis around her vagina. There was a strong musky odor coming from her wet pussy that was repulsive yet erotic at the same time.

As she realized what I was about to do, she clutched my head by the hair and cried out "No beta ... please... " "Why aunty ... wont you allow me the pleasure of doing what you did for me..." I asked in a hurt tone. "No beta ... you don't have to ... I am ... I am not clean there..." she said haltingly almost sobbing. "If I am clean aunty ... then you are also clean" I replied, and with one swift motion plunged my face into the hot musky valley of her vagina. This lady was all heart, and I wanted to give her my best. Even though I nearly gagged with the musky smell that hit my nostrils, I held my breath, and parting the lips of her vagina with my two thumbs, began to lick her sopping wet pussy. As my tongue touched her pussy, she let out a long cry, and nearly pulled off the hair from my head.

Her thighs clamped tight around my head, as I continued to lash her sopping wet pussy with my tongue. With my fingers I traced her clitoris, and began rubbing it with my thumb, even as I plunged my tongue deep inside her vagina and sucked on her. I had to use nearly all my strength to keep her thighs from suffocating me, as I continued to suck and lick her pussy. She began to buck and writhe on the bed, burying my face in her vagina. I could feel the rough crinkly hair of her pussy rubbing against my face, but I did not stop. Instead I slid my hands under her massive buttocks and began to squeeze them hard, pushing her hips up into my mouth.

She was going berserk with what I was doing to her pussy, and cried out hoarsely, "Beta ... please ... please I want you inside me now..." I continued to lash her pussy with my tongue. "Beta ... please give aunty your ... please beta..." She begged. By now, I was ready for her. I quickly lifted my face up from her pussy, and positioned myself between her massive thighs. Lifting her thighs up, bent at her knees, I took hold of my cock with one hand and rubbed it against the slit of her juicy wet pussy. She moaned "Take me beta..." With one swift motion, I plunged my hard cock deep into the depths of her sopping wet pussy. "Oh maa..." She cried out as she felt the thick girth of my cock plunge deep inside her. Her pussy was by no means tight, but it still felt incredibly good. For once I felt like there was enough space inside to accommodate my reasonably large cock.

Hooking her knees on my shoulders, I pushed her legs back till her knees were nearly pressing against her breasts; I began to slide my hard cock in and out of her slowly. I placed my arms by the side of her torso, and began to fuck her with deep long strokes. As I looked at her face, her hands reached out and grasped my face. There were tears rolling down the side of her eyes, even as her face was contorted with ecstasy, she sobbed with pleasure "Oh Jignesh beta ... I love you so much..." I just smiled at her and began to pump my hips harder. With each thrust, I could hear my hips smack against her heavy hips, and my cock slide in and out of her with a squishy sound. With each thrust, her heavy body shuddered and her huge breasts which were spread out over her chest, wobbled and jiggled like a huge milk bag.

By now, she was beginning to lose control of herself, and had wrapped her legs around my back. She grabbed my by my shoulders, and began to grind her hips and thrust upwards, even as my plunging cock explored new depths of her pussy. "Beta... "she moaned "aunty has never felt this way in a long time" looking into my eyes with a mixture of love and lust. "Yes beta ... yes ... do it..." she gasped. Repositioning myself on my knees, I took hold of her huge breasts in my hand, and began to knead them like dough, even as I continued to fuck her. I even bent forward, and sucked on her breasts, as I continued to stroke my cock in and out of her pussy.
Very soon, her breathing became gasps, and I could feel the throes of an impending orgasm take control of her body. Clutching my head again, she almost sobbed "Beta ... please ... I am..." "Yes aunty ... yes..." I gasped between my breaths "I want you to cum..." Her body began to shudder uncontrollably, even as I began to fuck her harder. "Oh maaa..." she cried out aloud, even as she wrapped her legs tighter around my back, and began to thrust back at me vigorously. She probably hasn't had a fuck like this in a long time, I thought to myself as I concentrated on getting her to cum, before I shot my load.

I was ready to come any moment now, and I gasped out hoarsely "Aunty ... I am going to cum any moment now ... shall I remove it now..." "No beta ... no no no..." she nearly pleaded with me "please don't stop..." "But aunty, is it OK ... I mean..." I asked with concern, even as I continued to fuck her with hard rapid strokes. "Oh yes beta ... yes ... it is OK ... Please ... please don't stop ... I want to feel you inside me ... I want to feel your ... inside me..." she cried out. "Oh yes ... Oh my God ... Yes..." she nearly screamed as her orgasm hit her hard. That set me off too, as I felt my climax nearing. Her pussy muscles began contracting and spasming, milking my rampant cock with each stroke. As her orgasm hit her, she threw her head back, and let out a long groan, prompting me to shoot my load too, deep inside her. As I felt my semen spurting inside her hot cunt, I cried out aloud too "Ohh aunty ... I am cummingg..." For me the second orgasm is always stronger, and I felt spurt after spurt of my hot cum shooting inside her, even as her legs collapsed, and her head fell back on the bed.

Spent, I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around my back, with my cock still buried to the hilt inside her pussy. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for our breathing to come back to normal. Finally, she stirred and began to caress my hair and back, where my face rested on the cushion of her heavy breasts. I raised my head and looked at her face. There were tears in her eyes, as she looked at me. With a sigh, she took my face in her hands and pulled me to her lips.

As she kissed me passionately, she said again and again "Oh Jignesh beta ... thank you ... thank you so much..." "Oh beta, you don't know how much this meant to aunty... "and she went on and on. "Oh aunty, please don't say that..." I protested, "I wish I could tell you how much this meant to me..." We kissed once again passionately, and then I slid off her body on to my side of the bed. She turned towards me on her side, and cradling my head in her arms, pressed my face to her heaving bosom. With my face buried in the valley of her magnificent heavy breasts, and my lips brushing against her turgid nipples, I went off to sleep.

I slept soundly, and woke up refreshed. I was still naked, but a sheet had been put over me. Kalpana aunty was not in the bed. As I got up and stretched, I heard noises of her doing something in the kitchen. Pulling on my boxers and the t-shirt, I walked towards the kitchen. There was tea brewing on the stove, and she was busy filling drinking water in some vessels. I stood there silently and watched her for a while. She was wearing a cheap cotton night-gown, which had buttons in the front from the cut of the neck right down to her belly. From the way her body moved under the gown, I could make out she was not wearing anything underneath. As I watched the way her massive butt moved under the gown, I felt my cock stirring again.

As she turned to pick something, she saw me standing at the doorway, and smile of surprise lit up her face. "Oh beta, I didn't realize you had woken up ... I was just going to wake you up after making tea..." she said. I just looked into her eyes, and smiled. She turned her eyes away with an embarrassed smile, and asked "Beta, what would you like to have for breakfast?" Once again, I chose not to reply, and just smiled at her. Walking up to her, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, and pressing my crotch into her massive behind, whispered into her ear "You, aunty ... I would like to have you for breakfast..." As I pressed my body to hers, I realized I was right about her not wearing anything underneath. She shivered, and sighed "Oh Jignesh beta..." as I caressed her waist, feeling the heavy flesh under the thin cotton night-gown and pressed my rapidly stiffening cock against her fleshy buttocks. "Thank you for yesterday night, aunty..." I whispered into her ear, as I continued to caress her hips and thighs. "No beta ... it is I who has to be thankful ... thank you..." she breathed, as she leant her head back and rested it on my shoulder.

I pressed myself closer to her, and began to knead the flesh of her belly, grinding my rigid boner against her ass. I slid my hands up towards her heavy dangling breasts, and cupped each of them in the palm of my hand. As I weighed the incredible heaviness of her huge breasts in my palms, I began to squeeze them. She sighed heavily, and closed her eyes. Her turgid nipples had become erect, and as I gently pinched them through her gown, she let out a shudder of pleasure. She shivered and sighed, as I began to lick her earlobes. Turning her face sideways towards me, I kissed her on her lips. She moaned softly, and slid her arms around me. Sliding my hands down to my butt, she pressed my crotch to her hips, and kissed me back passionately. My cock was fully erect by now. As I pulled my lips off hers, and began kissing her on her neck, she slid her right hand inside the elastic of my boxers, and took hold of my rigid shaft in her calloused hand.

As her hands wrapped around my cock, I let out a sigh of pleasure, and squeezed her heavy breasts harder. Looking into my eyes, she asked tenderly "Beta ... you are so ... so hard ... is it because of aunty?" "Yes aunty, it is because of you..." I whispered back. "Oh Jignesh beta ... I love you so much..." she cried, as she gripped my cock tighter and began to move her hands, stroking me inside my boxer shorts. By now she had turned around to face me completely. I reached up and cupped her mature heavy breasts once again. As I squeezed her mature tit-flesh, she sighed and threw her head back. The top two buttons of her gown were open, and I began to unhook the others. As I opened all the six buttons of her night-gown, I opened it to bare her beautiful big mature breasts.

As I looked at her huge breasts, capped by the thick brown nipples and large areolas, I said "Oh aunty, your breasts are so beautiful..." She blushed and replied "Oh Jignesh beta ... you don't have to flatter aunty... "Her voice trailed off as I bent forward, and cupping her huge breasts in my hands, ran my tongue along the side of her breasts. Her hands clutched my hair, as I began to lick her breasts, running my tongue along the side and under them, and flicking her fully erect nipples with my tongue. "Oh dikraaa..." She moaned, as I clamped my mouth on her nipple, and began sucking on her breasts. I went berserk on her boobs, squeezing them hard, sucking on them, and rubbing my lips on them. As I came up for a breath, she pulled my face towards her and kissed me hard.

She then gently pushed me towards the kitchen platform, and quickly knelt down in front of me. Hooking her fingers in the elastic of my shorts, she pulled it down to my knees. As my shorts slid down, my thick erect cock leapt out and stood swaying proudly in front of her face. As my cock came into view, she sighed "Oh beta..." and once again took it in her hand. She looked at it lovingly, and began to stroke me gently, pulling my foreskin back, with her right hand. She brought up her left hand, and began to caress my swollen balls at the same time. "Oh my dear aunty..." I breathed, as I placed my hand on her head, and began caressing her hair. Gazing at my cock lovingly with her lips parted slightly, she began stroking me a little more rapidly now, prompting some pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my swollen cock-head.

Still holding on to my cock and stroking it, she looked up at my face with a tender smile. Seeing the look of pleasure on my face, she brought her face closer to my throbbing cock, and gently rubbed it against her face. As my cock-head rubbed against her face, I felt my pre-cum getting smeared on her cheeks and slightly parted lips. Turning to look at my cock, she opened her mouth, and guided my rigid member into her waiting mouth. "Ahhh..." I groaned as I felt her hot mouth wrap around the head of my cock. Caressing my bare thighs with her other hand, and still clutching my cock with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, she began to suck on my cock lovingly, pressing her big heavy breasts against my knees. As I watched the incredible sight of my darling Kalpana aunty, down on her knees in front of me in the kitchen, the sindhur in the parting of her hair, her mangalsutra dangling on her neck, sucking on my cock lovingly first thing in the morning, I grasped her by her face, and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth.

As my cock went deeper into her mouth, she moaned, and began to move her back and forth, sucking on my cock harder, rolling her lips against the tip of my cock. I grabbed her head by the bun of her hair, and pushed my cock deeper into her throat. She didn't resist, and allowed me to push my cock into the depths of her mouth. First the daughter, and now the mother, I thought to myself, as I looked at my cock sliding in and out of Kalpana aunty's mouth. Her saliva was dripping from the sides of her mouth as she slobbered over my cock. I was getting ready to shoot my load now, and was desperate to fuck her once again before that happened.

Pulling her face upwards, I said hoarsely "Aunty, I want to..." my voice trailing off. As my cock came out of her mouth, she looked up understandingly at me with her big round eyes. As she stood up, she took my hand in hers, and turning to move, said "Ok beta ... lets go to the bedroom..." "No aunty, here..." I replied hoarsely, my voice thick with lust. "But beta ... how will you... ?" she began to ask with a look of surprise. "Aunty ... please ... will you let me do it from behind... ?" I breathed out. "Oh my dear ... aunty will do anything you want ... why do you have to ask like this and make aunty feel bad..." she replied in a small voice. Taking my face in her hand, she asked me with love "Tell me beta ... what do you want aunty to do?" "Just turn around, aunty ... and..." I let it hanging. She nodded in understanding, and quickly turned to face the kitchen platform.

Bending forward, she placed her left hand on the platform, and began to pull up her night-gown with the right. As her fleshy calves came into view, she turned her head sideways to look at me shyly. With a look of lust in my eyes, I grabbed her gown and pulled it up further, baring her massive heavy thighs. Because she was short in stature, her thighs were like tree trunks. I gently pushed her forward to bend more, and as she rested her elbows on the kitchen platform, I pulled up her gown completely above her waist, and bared that enormous fat gaand of hers. I ran my hands over her massive ass-cheeks, as I positioned myself behind her, my wet throbbing shaft poking against the crack of her ass.

As I pushed my cock to press against her ass, she accommodated me by parting her thighs and jutting her ass backwards towards me. As my cock quivered and touched the flesh of her ass, I thought to myself that this was a dream come true. I had always fantasized about fucking Kalpana aunty from behind. Bending my knees slightly to get into a better position, I pushed my cock forward between her thighs, towards the opening of her hairy vagina. As my cock head poked against the crack of her ass, she reached down between her legs, and guided my cock towards the opening of her wet pussy.

She parted the lips of her vagina, and pushed herself back towards me, trying to get my cock to slide into her pussy. I grabbed her by her ass, and with a groan thrust my hips forward, spearing my cock into the wet confines of her hot pussy. "Ohh yess betaaa..." she moaned, as she felt my thick shaft penetrating her not often fucked pussy. I grabbed her, and began to fuck her with short hard strokes. As my pelvis smacked against her ass, I could see the flesh of her ass wobble and quiver with each thrust. She was moaning with each thrust of mine, throwing her head from side to side, and biting her lips. She reached behind with one hand, and holding my ass, began to help me fuck her.

She had bent forward as much as she could, and her face was almost touching the kitchen platform. Her huge breasts, which had tumbled out of her gown, were dangling and swinging as I fucked her from behind, and her nipples were rubbing against the cold stone of the kitchen platform. "Beta ... aapko acchhaa lag raha hai... ?" she managed to gasp as I continued to fuck her hard. "Oh yess aunty..." I groaned back. She was moaning with pleasure now, and biting her lips. She was supporting herself on her left elbow now, and moved her right hand to cup and squeezed her huge dangling breasts. That turned me on immensely, as I felt my semen begin to boil in my balls. I leant forward, and grabbing hold of her heavy breasts, began to squeeze them hard, and pinch the nipples, as I fucked her relentlessly. Her humungous fleshy ass quivered as I rammed my rod into her. She was also beginning to near her orgasm, and cried "Oh Jignesh beta ... please don't stop..."

As her orgasm hit her, her pussy began to convulse and clamp tighter around my ravaging cock. That was the trigger, and with a groan I shot my load inside her wet convulsing pussy. As my cock exploded, her hands went between her legs, and I felt her fingers rubbing her clit as well as my cock where it was going into her pussy, in a desperate attempt to get her orgasm. Her knees buckled as her orgasm hit her, and I collapsed on her back, my semen beginning to drip out of her pussy, and run down the insides of her thighs. We lay there in that position, her with her torso on the platform, her heavy breasts squashed against the cold stone, and me resting on her back, with my chin resting on her shoulder.

After a while, I straightened up, and helped her come up on her feet as well. She avoided looking at me, as she straightened up and turned towards me. As she began to adjust her gown, looking at the floor, I took my face in her hands, and looking at her with tenderness, said "Aunty, I don't know how I can ever thank you for this..." "Oh beta... "she protested immediately, "Please don't say that ... it is aunty's privilege to be able to do anything for you..." I kissed her immediately in response, and pressed her tight to my body. She responded by kissing me back passionately. My cock was limp by now and trails of my cum were dripping down my cock. The wonderful woman that she was, she immediately took a washcloth, and kneeling down in front me, proceeded to wipe my cock clean. As she helped me pull up my shorts, she gave me a shy smile. Afterward, I had my tea and breakfast, and took her leave.

After the heavy breakfast at Kalpana aunt's I was feeling drowsy, and decided to have a snooze. I woke up around noon, and immediately hit the shower to get rid of my lethargy. Just as I got out of the shower, the phone rang. It was Sarla bhabhi. "Hello beta" she said cheerfully. "Why don't you come over to my place today for lunch? I have made pooris and aam ras today ... specially for you" she said with warmth. "OK, aunty..." I laughed, as I agreed. When I reached her place and rang the bell, she opened the door and greeted me with a carefree embrace, saying "Oh Jignesh beta, thank you for coming..." As I felt her press her soft body to me, I looked over her shoulder and froze. Sitting on the couch in the living room was Mayuri ben, another older woman in our colony whom I lusted for. Mayuri ben was a matronly 48-year old widow, having lost her husband nearly 12 years back.

A shade darker than Kalpana aunty, and attired in her trademark clothes of a white cotton saree worn in the Gujarati style, and white blouse, she was a huge fat woman, nearly as tall as me, with a heavy fleshy body. Ever since I had entered my teens, I had been fascinated by the sheer size of her massive breasts and hips; the biggest I had seen on a woman in my life. Though she had a more attractive face when compared to Kalpana aunty, there was a permanent stern look to her, accentuated by the thick spectacles she wore. She looked every bit a college headmistress, which was partly true because she taught primary grade kids at some local government college nearby.

As Sarla bhabhi felt me stiffen, she let go off me and said "Oh don't be shy beta, Mayuri ben was waiting here specially to meet you" As she said that and led me inside, Mayuri ben got up from the sofa and stood up. "How are you Jignesh bhai?" she greeted me with a smile. I had always been so intimidated by her that I took my time to find my voice. "Oh are you still afraid of me beta?" she said with a knowing smile. The ice broken, I too laughed and said "Umm, no aunty ... just that I was..."

She threw her head back with a hearty laugh and said "You know Sarla; he was such a naughty boy since he was a kid. He would ring the bell of my house in the middle of the day while I would be sleeping, and then run off when I came to open the door. Finally one day I caught him at it, scolded him properly, and took him to his mother." I winced at the memory of that incident a few years back. Seeing both of them laughing, I too joined in and said "Yes aunty, I still remember how you grabbed me by my ear and dragged me home..." Both women laughed on hearing that. "But see how you have become a big and smart boy you have become now..." Mayuri ben said to both of us in general, looking me in my face with a smile.

Taking me by my hand, she said "Arre, why are you still standing ... come and sit beta...", and led me to the sofa. Sarla bhabhi proceeded towards the kitchen. As I sat down, she sat down next to me, and gazing at my face said "I hardly see you now a days ... you have grown up so much ... you have become a handsome young man now" I nearly blushed on hearing this from this woman who always had seemed like a stern headmistress to me. As she kept looking at me and talking, with her hand resting on my right knee, I couldn't help but look at her body. She had a heavy weather-beaten face, with the flesh on her cheeks and jaw beginning to sag a little. Her hair, which was tied in a bun behind her head, was beginning to grey at the temples, which she had colored with mehendi, giving it a dull golden brown look.
Being a widow, she wore some kind of a black-bead chain around her neck, and cheap looking black plastic bangles on her wrists. The cheap white cotton saree she wore was tied the Gujarati way, favored by older women here, and sticking out of the shoulder line of her matching white cotton blouse, I could see the thick strap of what must have been a really big bra. As my eyes took in the covered shape of her massive breasts under her saree, I thought to myself that she had to be at least a 42-D. From the way she sat, I could see the bulging folds of her heavy & fleshy belly, which sagging but held tight at her waist by the saree. "Where are you lost, beta?" She asked patting my knee. I came out of my reverie, and quickly averted my gaze when I realized that she had caught me staring at her body.

Just as I was about to mumble some excuse, Sarla bhabhi came bustling into the living room. "Come beta, lunch is ready. Mayuri ben, can you help me serve the food..." she said chirpily. As Mayuri ben got up and ambled towards the kitchen, my eyes were drawn to her massive hips and that huge ass. Each of her massive ass cheeks seemed to jiggle with each step she took, and my cock twitched at the sight of that. Turning to look at me with a smile "You sit here with Jignesh, Sarla ... I will get the food ... he still seems to be scared of me..." she said, throwing her head back in a throaty laugh, and looking at me in the eye. As she disappeared into the kitchen, Sarla bhabhi came and sat down next to me.

Placing her hand on my thigh and rubbing it, "Beta, I hope you are not angry with me for calling you here when she was here..." she said in a small voice. "She has been asking me so much about you ... and she has been telling me for a long time now that she wanted to meet you and ask you if you needed anything ... and how you were managing all by yourself without your parents..." she continued. "So I told her that OK I will call him today ... I hope it is OK beta..." she said with a childish pout on her face. "Of course it is OK, aunty" I reassured her, placing my palm on hers. "I was anyway wanting to come here and see you ... I was missing you so much..." I said with a knowing smile. "Liar..." she said teasingly, and slapped my arm teasingly. "No aunty, really..." I began to protest. "Really ... really..." said teased me, and slid her hand from my thigh towards my crotch. As her fingers closed over my hardness through my trousers, I sighed and pressed her hand harder. "See, aunty ... I told you ... now you believe me?" I asked with a laugh.

She blushed, and looked quickly towards the kitchen door. She was dressed in simple yellow saree and blouse today, and as she started to say something, I slid my hand quickly under her saree and clasped her juicy breasts through her blouse. "Ohh..." an involuntary sigh escaped her lips, as my fingers closed around the pliant flesh of her soft breasts. Hearing some noises from the kitchen, she stood up suddenly. Just then Mayuri ben appeared through the kitchen door. Seeing her, Sarla bhabhi quickly moved towards the dining table to help her set the plates.

As we ate at the dining table, Mayuri ben fussed over me constantly, serving me, pouring water for me, and trying to be the perfect host. A couple of times as she leaned over me to serve me something, I felt the pillowy softness of her massive breasts brush against my shoulder. The second time it happened; I looked up towards her and saw that there was a smile on her face. To be honest, I couldn't make out what her smile meant. I couldn't complain ever the less. After lunch, as we settled down on the couch to relax, Sarla bhabhi spotted the new Rolex I had picked up a few days back on my wrist. "Ohh, that's such a beautiful watch ... I am sure it would have cost a fortune..." she exclaimed. "Oh it's nothing aunty..." I said dismissively. Turning to Mayuri ben, she said excitedly "You know Mayuri ben, I really must show you some sarees that Jignesh bought for me yesterday..." I squirmed when I heard her say that. I wasn't too keen on others knowing about me buying stuff for her. "Oh really..." Mayuri ben said with a look of pleasant surprise.

As Sarla bhabhi went into the bedroom to fetch the sarees, Mayuri ben slid closer to me on the sofa. "Kya baat hai Jignesh beta ... bahut khyal rakh rahe ho tum apni Sarla bhabhi ka ... kabhi thoda so apni Mayuri aunty ke bare me bhi soch liya karo..." she said with a mocking smile on her face. "Oh aunty, aap aisa kyun bol rahe ho ... main to..." I began to say uncomfortably. "Bas, bas ... kuch mat bolo tum ... main kaun lagti hoon tumhari ... sab samajhti hoon main..." she cut me off, as she made a face. Before I could say anything, Sarla bhabhi bustled into the room clutching he sarees I had bought for her yesterday. As she started to show off her new possessions to Mayuri ben with much pride, I could see clearly the envy written all over Mayuri ben's face. Each time I looked at her pleadingly, she just pouted and turned her eyes away. I was racking my brains trying to figure out how I could appease this matronly woman who was also one of my all time favourite fuck fantasies.

As she finished looking at the clothes, she took off her spectacles, and placing them on the seat, leant back on the sofa. That's when an inspiration struck me. As Sarla bhabhi went inside to keep the sarees back, I stood up and went over to where Mayuri ben was sitting. "Oh aunty ji..." I started to say, as I plopped myself down on the sofa right on top of her spectacles. "Beta, mere chashme..." she started. But it was too late. Just as I had planned, as my weight settled on her spectacles, I could feel the frame snap, and the glass break. "Oh no, sorry aunty ji ... sorry..." I blurted out and jumped up. Her spectacles were shattered beyond repair. "Kya hua..." Sarla bhabhi enquired, as she came into the room. I kept saying sorry over and over again to Mayuri bhabhi. "Koi baat nahi beta..." she placated me with a smile. "Oh I hope you have a spare pair, aunty?" I enquired. "No beta ... but it's OK ... I will get another one made" she said with a pained look on her face, staring at her broken spectacles desolately.

She then stood up, and said "I think I will go home now, dear..." she addressed Sarla bhabhi. I too stood up, and said "Aunty ji, let me drop you to your house ... it's quite hot outside..." "No, no beta ... you please take rest ... don't bother about me ... I will walk ... please don't take so much trouble for me..." she protested. "Where's the question of trouble, aunty..." I said with a smile "It will be my pleasure..." Before she could say anything, I turned to Sarla bhabhi and said "OK aunty, thank you so much for lunch ... I will see you later..." I quickly rushed to my house, picked my bike keys and came out. I started the bike, got astride, and stood waiting, the engine idling. Mayuri ben wished Sarla bhabhi goodbye, and got on the pillion seat with some difficulty.

To Be Continued...

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Part - 13

As she settled on the bike, I felt my bike's rear shock absorbers compress with the weight. I felt her thighs press against my behind, as she placed her hand on my shoulder and adjusted her. "Ready, aunty?" I asked as I put the bike into gear. "Haan beta, lekin dheere chalana ... mujhe bike par baithne ki aadat nahi hai..." she said with a laugh. Given her size, there was no way she could sit away from me on the bike; and as I rode towards her house, I felt her hand tighten on my shoulder, and her massive melons press against my bike. "Aap chinta mat kariye aunty ... main dheere hi chalaoonga ... aap bas mujhe pakad kar baithiye..." I reasurred her as I rode out of the lane slowly. I was enjoying the feel of her massive heavy breasts pressed against my back.


Once we moved out of eyesight, I said "Aunty ji, please don't scold me now, but we are now going to the optician, and get you a new pair of spectacles" "Arre, why beta ... why..." she started to protest. "No aunty ... please ... I felt very bad when you said that I never think of you..." I said with mock hurt. "Oh dear ... I was just teasing you beta ... please don't think like that..." she pleaded. "Whatever aunty, but I will feel that you have not forgiven me if you don't let me do this..." I replied. "Oh Jignesh, you are so..." her voice trailed off. She squeezed my shoulder, and pressed herself to me, and resting her chin on my shoulder said "OK, my dear ... as you wish" I turned sideways and smiled at her, to be rewarded not only with a smile from her, but also the heavenly feeling of her massive breasts press further against my back. My cock was stiff as a ramrod by now.

I took her to one of the up-market opticians nearby. As we walked inside, I noticed the way she wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree, and looked at the expensive frames on display in the showroom with trepidation. This shop belonged to the father of one of my friends, and I was a known face there. As we looked at the frames on display, I saw a look of discomfort cross Mayuri ben's face as she saw the prices of the branded spectacle frames on display. "Bhai, don't you have anything cheaper?" she enquired with the salesman in a small voice. Moving up close to her, I took her pudgy hand in mine and squeezed it.

"Aunty, please don't look at the price tag ... you please just select whatever you like..." I told her in my most pleasing tone. "But beta ... this is very expensive ... I can get ten specs made at the price of one..." she whispered back to me. "Aunty ji ... please ... for my happiness..." I told her with my most convincing smile. "Oh Jignesh beta ... you are so..." she again left that hanging. "They are all so beautiful ... I can't make up my mind ... why don't you select one for aunty..." she asked me looking into my eyes with the look of a child in a candy store. "Oh sure, aunty..." I said, happy to be given the responsibility. I selected a beautiful and expensive gold-plated spectacle frame for her that gave her mature weather-beaten face a really sophisticated look.

As she looked at herself in the mirror on the counter, I could see that she was really pleased with my selection. The sales-man too fed her the lines, saying "This is perfect for you madam ... it suits your personality very much." As she took it off, she asked the salesman "How much for this one, bhai..." With a glib smile, he replied "Only Rupees three thousand nine hundred & ninety madam..." Mayuri ben's jaw dropped when she heard that, and she turned to me with a look of fear. I just smiled reassuringly at her, and turning to the sales guy, said "So by when can you get the glasses ready?"

"Oh sir, for you we will get it done by tomorrow morning" he replied with that same glib smile. "Now do one thing, I want you to recommend one more frame for madam, which she can use as stand-by ... something that is a little durable" I told him. "Of course sir" he replied, pleased to have some more sales without trying too hard. "But beta..." Mayuri ben started to protest again. I took her hand in mine again, and said "Aunty, please ... aap kuch mat boliye..." She clammed up, and just looked at me with a look of gratitude and pleasure.

Still holding her by her hand, I then led her to the counter where sun glasses were kept on display. Gathering my courage, I moved closer to her so that my arms were nearly touching against her mountainous breasts under her saree, and said "Aunty, now that I have made up for breaking your glasses, I want to buy you a pair of sun glasses also. You know it's so sunny and hot outside, and when you travel by bus to the college, you can wear it..." Her hand went up to her mouth when she heard that. "Beta, tum..." she began to say. "Shhh..." I shushed her, and placed my finger on her lips, feeling the thick lips.

I let my finger linger on her lips for a few seconds longer than necessary, before I slid it down to her shoulders, and then her flabby arms bulging through the tight sleeves of her blouse. She smiled slowly, and placing her hand on mine, squeezed it gently. I selected a reasonably expensive one that suited her age, and from the look of pleasure on her face as she tried it on, I could see that she loved it too. As I paid the bill, and waited for them to pack her glares, she asked "Beta, what's the time now?' "What happened, aunty ... are you getting late for something?" I enquired. "No beta, just like that ... my watch has stopped working, so I was just wondering..." she replied.

That gave me one more opportunity to get her indebted to me. As we stepped out of the optician's I led her to a watch showroom that was just adjacent. "You know, aunty ... when you mentioned about the watch, I just remembered that I had to buy a watch for Sarla bhabhi ... her anniversary is coming up ... will you please help me select one..." I asked her innocently. "Oh sure beta..." she replied, and I thought I noticed a look of jealousy cross her face. We went into the showroom, and I could see that she was eyeing with envy the beautiful watches on display. We finally selected a beautifully 18-carat gold-plated ladies watch with a circular white dial. It was expensive, and I could see how longingly she looked at it as she held it in her fingers and admired it. To check the strap, I requested her to try it on. She handled it gingerly as she slid it around her pudgy wrist. We got it gift wrapped, and left the store.

As we rode back home, I felt her sit even closer to me, which give me a generous feel of her massive melons on my back. It was like the whole of her torso was made up of just her huge breasts. When we reached her place, she got off the bike and asked "Beta, why don't you come in for some time ... let me make you some nimbu sharbat ... I am sure you are thirsty now..." she said with a warm smile. "Oh yes aunty ... that would be great..." I replied quickly. As she was unlocking the main door, I enquired about her daughters. Mayuri ben had two daughters. The elder one, Seema, was about 23, and worked in a beauty parlour, which was run by a Punjabi housewife by the name of Radhika Sharma, who also lived in our colony. She had stopped studying after finishing her college and worked at the parlour to support her family, which otherwise had only Mayuir ben's meager government college income to go by.

Seema was a plump, buxom, wheat complexioned girl, in the same mould as her mother when it came to her body. The younger one, Amisha, at 17 was an year older than Jigna, and was in Class XI. She was a cute little thing, much prettier than her elder sister. She had the same round face as her sister, and was quite well endowed for her age. At that time, when I had come to Mayuri ben's house, she had not yet returned from her college. Their house was modestly furnished, though maintained neatly with whatever little they had. I settled down into one of the cane chairs in the living room as Mayuri ben went into the kitchen. As she returned with a glass of freshly squeezed lime juice for me, I stood up and took the glass from her hand. Putting the glass down on the glass-top, I picked up the gift wrapped watch.

Taking her hand in my hand, I said "Aunty, I am so grateful that you allowed me to replace you spectacles. This is a small thank you gift from me." As I placed the gift wrapped watch case in her hand, her hand flew to her mouth, and a small cry of pleasure escaped her mouth. "Oh my dear Jignesh beta ... why did you have to do that ... You fooled aunty ... oh dear ... oh dear..." she continued to gush. She quickly placed her palms on my cheeks, and caressing them, said "Beta ... what can I say ... thank you so much ... nobody has been so kind to me in my entire life..." she exclaimed.

As we settled down on the cane three-seater, she said "You know beta, I was a little cross with you when you told me you were buying this for Sarla ... she is ... she is ... ummm ... a very cunning woman..." she blurted out. "Woh bas tumko pata rahi hai ... woh jaanti hai ki tum dil ke kitne acchhe ho... "she continued to tell me in conspiratory tone. "You know before you came, she was telling me how fascinated you are by her beauty ... and that you keep looking at her all the time and admiring her ... and how you keep buying her gifts to impress her and..." her voice trailed off. I just nodded my head, and smiled benignly at her. "Of course, I know her real self ... it is the other way round ... I am sure she is trying to seduce you ... and she will keep teasing you ... and only exploit you because you are so handsome and so rich ... and ... ummmm ... and not give you anything..." she mumbled in a faltering voice.

Taking my hand in both her hands, she looked me in the eye and said "Beta ... please do not get me wrong ... I am just trying to..." she fumbled. "See beta, I know how young boys like you feel ... she is an attractive woman ... and you are a young man ... I know that..." she faltered again. "Oh beta, are you upset because of what I am saying..." she asked me in a pleading voice. "Oh no aunty ... please tell me ... who else will I trust other than you aunty..." I said in an earnest voice, squeezing her hand in return. "Beta, I know that you have your ... oh how do I say this..." she wailed, shaking her head. "I know that you have your needs..." she continued, averting her gaze from mine and looking at the floor, still holding on to my hand.

"But she is not trustworthy beta ... she is a big gossip monger ... and she will go and tell the whole world a completely different thing ... and spoil your reputation..." she continued, turning to look back at me. Pulling my hand into her lap, she said in earnest "Beta, you be careful with her ok ... if you need anything ... I mean ... anything you feel like ... anything you want ... don't go to her ok ... beta you just come to me ... ok?" "Yes aunty..." I mumbled innocently, looking down at the floor. "Beta, look at me..." she said in a soft whisper, placing her hand on my cheek, and turning my face up towards her. "Anything you need ... come to your Mayuri maasi ... OK beta?" she said in a firm but soft voice.

My cock was throbbing by now, comprehending the meaning of her words. "I know that I am old and I am not as beautiful as Sarla is..." She continued in a small voice. "But aunty will give you anything you want beta ... and ... and aunty will make you very happy beta..." She said in a hoarse whisper, rubbing my thigh with her thick yet soft pudgy hands. "Beta, tum samajh rahe ho na, main kya keh rahi hoon..." she asked me in a tender voice. "Umm ... yes ... yes aunty..." I mumbled shyly, looking into her eyes. She smiled tenderly, and slid her hand upward along my thigh, till her palm reached the pocket of my jeans, a position which made the tip of her fingers rest on the bulge inside my pants. My cock, which was throbbing painfully inside my boxers now, spasmed at the touch.

As I gazed at her, I couldn't help notice that the portion of her pallu dbangd across her massive chest, hand got bunched together and come loose at the shoulder, causing right breast tightly encased inside the white blouse, to come into view. In the position she was sitting, leaning forward slightly, her left hand resting in her lap, and her right hand stretched with the palm resting near my crotch, I could get an unrestricted view of the deep cleavage in the conservatively cut blouse, caused by her huge breasts pressed together. I could also see the strap of her old fashioned white bra peeping out from the blouse at her shoulder. That one single breast was round, and the size of a junior volleyball, and her blouse was stretched taut across her chest, struggling to bear the weight of her sagging tit-flesh. Towards the lower portion of the curve of her huge breasts, I could also se the turgid nipple erect and poking through the fabric of her blouse and the bra underneath. With this view, I was sure that her bra size was nothing less than a 42-D.

Seeing me gazing at her chest, she smiled slowly, and pressing my rigid boner through my pants gently with her finger tips, she asked me again in a soft whisper "You understand no beta..." I exhaled the breath I had been holding for some time now with a pronounced sigh, and placing my palm on hers and pressing her fingers down on my boner, said "Yes, aunty ... I..." Letting my voice trail off. Continuing to caress my shaft though my jeans with her flesh and pudgy fingers, she smiled tenderly and whispered "I think you like my ... my breasts ... isn't it, beta?" she asked hesitatingly. "I have noticed you look at them ... Isn't it?" she asked me in a hoarse whisper, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I just looked away from her shyly.

"Don't be shy, beta ... aunty can understand what you need..." she said tenderly, lifting her left hand towards my chin and holding my chin and pulling my face to look at her. I couldn't believe what was happening, and how quickly things were moving. Here was the busty mature 48-year old Mayuri ben, whose breasts were the biggest I had seen on a woman in my life, sitting next to me in her own house, caressing my cock through my jeans, and telling me that she was happy to give me what I wanted!

Closing my eyes, I leaned back on the sofa, and letting my head fall back on the head-rest, let out a deep sigh. I felt her shift slightly on the sofa, and lean forward towards me, causing her massive thighs to press against mine, and those huge melons to press against my chest. Cupping my face with her left hand, she placed her thick but somewhat chapped lips on mine, and slid her tongue into mine; while her other hand which was resting on my crotch, closed around the rigidness of my shaft and squeezed it gently. With a moan, I grabbed her by her head and pressed her mouth to mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as well, and kissing her back. I could taste the sweetness of the fresh lime juice in her mouth, as our tongues intertwined and we kissed passionately.
That coupled with the musky odour of sweat from her body, caused me to buck my hips and press my boner into her palm. Since she was sitting on my left side, I was holding her head with my left hand, and my right hand slid up under the pallu of her saree to cup her massive breasts. As my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy tit-flesh through her blouse, I realized that even after grabbing a handful of her tits, there were a lot left behind, spilling through my grasp. She responded my moaning, and tonguing me passionately, her back straightening to press more of her huge tits into my palm.

As my hand holding her head moved to her face and caressed her cheeks, sliding down to her neck, I felt the palm of my and get wet with her sweat. I involuntarily pulled my hand away and wiped it on the leg of my jeans. Noticing that, she pulled her mouth away from mine, and sitting back said to me softly "Sorry beta ... aunty ko bahut paseena aa raha hai na... " She then proceeded to stand up, and taking my hand in hers pulled me up as well. "Come to the bedroom beta ... and get comfortable. Aunty will also quickly freshen up and come back..." she said with urgency. She led me to the bedroom and pausing at the door, said "You lie down beta ... I will be with you in a minute..." As she disappeared into the bathroom, I quickly stripped off my shirt and lay back on the bed in my vests and jeans. In a few minutes she reappeared, and my cock lurched at the sight of her.

She had taken off her white saree completely, and was clad only in her white petticoat and white blouse now, and was wiping washed face with small towel. A bit of the water she had splashed on her face and neck had slid down to her white blouse as well, making it translucent, and making me realize that she head taken off her bra as well! Her massive breasts sagged under their own weight, creating small openings between the hooks of her blouse, through which I could see the curves of her tits. She had a huge flabby belly, across which her petticoat was tied taut, below her belly button, causing the flesh of her belly to bulge out above the waistline. And at the place where she had tied the knot, there was a v-slot open, through which I could see a portion of her fleshy belly below the belly button. As she walked towards the bed, her massive hips and that huge ass swayed under her petticoat, and I could make out that there was no panty underneath as well.

She came and sat down on the bed near my waist, and her right hand automatically rested on the bulge of my crotch. Leaning forward, she whispered "Ab aunty tumhari jo seva chahiye wok karengi..." As my hands reached out to grasp the massive breasts struggling to stay within the confines of her blouse, she said to me tenderly "You want to see aunty's breasts, beta?" "Ohh yes, aunty..." I cried out hoarsely, mauling the flesh of tits through the thin white cotton blouse. She just smiled benignly, and sitting back, began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As the last hook of her blouse came undone, and she opened the flaps of her blouse, those humungous breasts tumbled free, and rested down on her bulging belly with a flop. "Oh man..." I thought to myself, as I gazed at that massive mass of tit flesh.

To say that each of her breasts was the size of a junior volleyball was an understatement. They might have been much firmer in her younger days, but now had mild sag to them owning to their incredible heaviness. Those stretched hemi-spherical mammaries of her were capped by an incredibly thick black pair of nipples, which were surrounded by huge black areolas. As I continued to gaze at her magnificent breasts, she leaned forward slightly causing the heavy tit flesh to shudder slightly and swing forward towards my face on their own weight. "Do you like them beta?" she asked in a soft whisper. I just nodded my head dumbly, continuing to gaze at those mammary wonders.

With a smile, she said "You can hold them beta ... they are for you only..." "Ohh aunty..." I cried, and moved my hands upwards to cup the underside of her breasts in the palms of my hands. As I hefted them up gently, I felt the heaviness of them. They were nothing like what I had seen or felt before. While they were not as firm as Kalpana aunty's boobs, they were definitely much heavier and bigger. As my palms closed around the heavy flesh, she let out a soft sigh, and her fingers slid under my waist, caressing my taut stomach. Smiling at me, she slid her other hand up towards her left breast, and squeezed it, gently pinching her thick black turgid nipples between her fingers. She leant forward ever more, and resting her elbows on the pillow under my head, slid her hand under my head. Lifting my face towards her dangling breasts with her left hand, she cupped her right breast with her right hand, and brought it towards my mouth.

"Aaja mere bete..." she uttered urgently, feeding me her humungous milk bags. Needing no further encouragement, I let out a hoarse cry, and clamped my mouth around the thick proffered nipple. As I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her soft tit-flesh into my mouth, lips clamped around her turgid nipples and began to suck on them like starved baby. As I began to slurp noisily around her heavy breasts, she let out a soft cry of pleasure, moaning "Oh mara dikraaa..." and buried my face in those pillowy mounds of her mammaries. As she smothered my face with her heavy hanging breasts, I continued to lash her nipples with my tongue, sucking on them with savage intensity, and squeezing both of them roughly at the same time. "Ohhh ... bite them my darling..." she cried out as I continued to ravage her breasts. My mouth tightened around her tit-flesh, my teeth clamping down on her turgid black nipples, as I began to nibble on her nipples gently with my teeth, causing her to let out a deep-throated moan of pleasure. By now her hands were hastily unbuttoning my jeans, and trying to pull down the fly.

I helped her along my pulling down the fly myself, even as she slid her hand inside my jeans and her fingers closed around the thick shaft of my penis through my cotton briefs. I was oozing so much pre-cum by now that a wet spot had formed on my briefs at the tip of my cock. As she squeezed my rigid cock through my briefs, I let out a moan of pleasure, and grabbed her arm, squeezing the flabby flesh roughly. She gently pulled herself away from my face, and sat back looking at me with a tender smile. As she looked into my eyes, I continued to maul her massively heavy breasts with my hand. She slid down slightly towards my feet on the bed, and hooking her fingers under the elastic of my briefs, slid them down to my knees.

As my hard cock sprang out of the confines of my briefs, she let out of cry "Ohh Jignesh beta ... tumhara lauda to bahut mota hai..." I couldn't believe my ears, hearing these coarse words come out from my neighbourhood college headmistress aunty. "Zara aunty ise acche se zara dekhe to sahi..." she said with throaty laugh, as she reached behind her to the cabinet near the bed, and quickly extracted an old pair of black rimmed spectacles. Putting on those old pair of glasses, she quicky took my penis in her flesh hands and began to stroke it gently. "Beta, tumhe jab bhi zaroorat ho ... tum aunty ke paas aana ... aunty tumhari seva karegi ... or iska khyaal rakegi ... theek hai, beta..." she said to me earnestly, her eyes moving away from my hard cock to my eyes. "Tumhe iske liye us saali Sarla ke paas jane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... theek hai beta..." she continued, as she smiled softly and continued to stroke my big shaft. It was the most incredible thing I had heard. Here was this buxom 48-year old Mayuri ben, who taught primary grade colleges in a college, sitting next to me in just her petticoat, baring her humungous breasts to me, stroking my cock, and telling me that I could have her anytime I wanted!

Lifting my leg, she slid between my thighs, and sat between them so that my legs were stretched out on either side of her, my rigid shaft sticking out like a pole. She cupped my swollen balls with her left hand and played with them gently, as she teased the swollen mushroom shaped tip of my penis with the tip of her pudgy fingers, and smeared the pre-cum all around. The way she was manipulating my cock and balls with her hands made me think that for a widow she sure was not out of practice. "Acchha lag raha hai, beta..." she asked me gently. "Ohh yess, aunty..." I cried back in a hoarse whisper. "Phir toh beta, tumhe aur bhi acchha lagega, jab aunty ise mooh mein legi ... hain na... ?" she asked me with a teasing smile on her lips, continuing to stroke my cock while looking me in the eye. "Unhhh..." I muttered.

With a smile, she leaned forward, and cupping her left breast with one hand, began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cockhead against her turgid nipples. She proceeded to rub my cock all over hear breast and nipples, smearing my juices all over them. I cried out in pleasure, and jerked my hips up, pressing my cock against the heaviness of her plaints boobs. "Aunty, please..." I began to say, when she cut me off by opening her mouth and taking my cock inside.

As her wet mouth closed around my shaft, I let out another groan of pleasure and thrust my hips upwards, pushing my cock deep into her throat. To her credit, she did not gag, but just made a gurgling noise in her throat, and took it in. Wrapping her thick fingers around the base of my cock, she began to bob her head up and down in a practiced motion, taking my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each movement. Her tongue lashed around the length of my cock, as she began to suck on my hard throbbing cock with gusto. I couldn't resist any more, and grabbing her head by the hair, began to push her face harder on to my cock.

She co-operated by opening her mouth even wider and allowing my cock to reach her tonsils with each thrust, her saliva drooling down from her mouth along the length of my cock. As I began to feel the tension building in my balls, I let go off her hair, and began to caress her arms. She too let go off my cock and taking both my hands in hers, began to suck on my cock with just her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. The sight of this mammoth breasted 48-year old college teacher wearing thick glasses, sucking on my cock, was enough to make me shoot my load right there and then.

Realizing that I would come very soon, if she didn't stop, I cried out "Aunty ... I need your breasts..." Hearing that, she pulled her mouth of my cock, and sat up with a smile. As she wiped the saliva off her mouth with the back of her hands, she asked me to slide down the bed, and sit with my legs dangling below. As I got up, she quickly moved to the foot of the bed, and kneeled down between my thighs. As I sat up on the bed, she reached out once again to the cabinet next to the bed, and pulled out a small plastic bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil. Without a word, she poured a bit of it on my cock, and proceeded to lubricate my cock completely with it, mixed with her saliva and my pre-cum.

She also poured a liberal amount of it over her massive dangling breasts, and the valley in between them. Rubbing her breasts and the cleavage thoroughly with the oil, she came forward once again, and took my cock in her hand. She stroked me rapidly a few times, and then leaning forward, cupped both her humungous mammaries together with her hands, and took my cock in between them. Looking up towards me with a smile, her glasses perched on her nose; she began to squeeze my penis in between the softness of her breasts, and began to slide them up and down with her hands.

Her breasts were so huge that my cock completely disappeared between them at each upward movement, re-appearing through the valley each time she slid her breasts down. The sensation of her my cock fucking her tits was heightened by the ease with each moved, due the baby oil that she had so thoughtfully poured. Her big floppy tits made a smacking noise against my thighs, each time she pumped my cock with them. I grabbed hold of those mammoth mammaries, and pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a cry of pleasure from us. I could feel the semen boil through my balls, and I cried out "Ohhh aunty ... I am going to cummmm..."

She freed my cock from the confines of her breasts and quickly took hold of it in her right hand. Without a word, she took it in her mouth again and began to suck on it earnest, making slurping noises and moaning at the same time. I cried out aloud as the first burst of my semen sprouted out of my cock, and splashed right into her sucking mouth. I jerked with pleasure and thrashed wildly causing my cock to slip out of her mouth. Still holding on to it, she continued to stroke me with her hand, as the subsequent spurts of my semen blasted out and splashed on to her face, and dribbled down to her breasts. The sight of my cum dribbling from the sides of her mouth, and all over her breasts, caused me to let out my last load with a jerk, catching her squarely on her spectacles. With a groan, I collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard.

I vaguely remembered her getting up and going to the bathroom; and then wiping my genitals clean with a washcloth before I drifted off to sleep. Somewhere through my foggy senses, I felt her come and lie down next to me and turning to face her, and cradling my head in her arms, and pressing my face against the incredible mass of her warm breasts. I don't know for how long I dozed, but when I woke up, I realized that she was lying right next to me, fast asleep and snoring. She was asleep on her back, only in her petticoat. Her huge flabby breasts were hanging like a sac of dough on either side of her chest, and her legs were parted; one bent at the knee and the other stretched out straight, causing her petticoat to slide up above her knees exposing her thick calves, the pudgy knees, and the beginning of her massive thighs.

As I sat up and gazed at her sleeping so soundly, her mouth slightly open, and snoring ever so gently, I felt my cock stiffen again. Cupping her massive mammary glands, I began to stroke my cock gently. She didn't even stir. Lying back on the bed, I placed my hand on her thigh, and slowly pulled up her petticoat towards her waist, exposing her mammoth thighs. The skin of her thighs was much fairer than the rest of her body, and as I lay there stroking myself with one hand and her thighs with my other hand, I felt her stir. Without stopping I slid my hand on her thigh upwards, till my fingers touched the crinkly roughness of her pubic hair. My cock was almost fully erect by now.

I got up and placed myself between her legs on my knees. She sighed in her sleep and pulled her leg up, bending it at the knee. The incredibly dense forest of black hair at her vagina between those mountainous thighs came into my view. Holding my erect cock in my hand, I rubbed the mushroom-shaped tip of my cock on the insides of her thigh. She twisted in her slumber, and mumbled something incoherent. The sight of her lying like that, her petticoat bunched up near her belly, and those fat thighs spread, my cock jerked in my hand and a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my cock-head. Sitting down on my knees, I pushed both her legs back and bent them at the knees. Holding both her knees, I pushed them apart, spreading her massive thighs further open.
I could now see the dark wet lips of her pussy under the dense foliage of pubic hair. Reaching out, I rubbed my middle finger on her pussy lips. Again she groaned in her sleep and moved slightly. Her pussy was sticky and wet, and I could smell the musky odour emanating from it. Parting her pussy hair with one hand, I slid two of my fingers inside her slowly. Her pussy felt like hot fudge, and even with two of my fingers inside her, there was plenty of room for more. Pushing my fingers all the way up to my knuckles inside her pussy, I twiddled my finger tips inside her slushy vagina, stimulating the thick folds of flesh inside. She let out a slow groan, and her eyes fluttered open.

"Beta..." she said, as she cleared her throat "Beta ... yeh tum kya kar rahe ho... ?" she asked in that husky voice of people who have just woken up from a deep slumber. Continue to rotate my digits inside her wet vagina, I smiled and said "Aapne meri itni seva ki aunty ji ... ab meri baari hai..." She squirmed and moved her hips against my fingers, and moaned "Oh Jignesh beta..." As she reached towards my hand and pressed her palm on mine, where my fingers were manipulating her cunt, I slid in a third finger and began to move them in and out of her vagina. As I began to stroke her cunt faster with my fingers, she wriggled her hips, and grabbing one of her mountainous breasts with the other hand, began to squeeze them hard. I leaned forward and took hold of her other mound of mammary flesh, and began to knead them roughly like dough; rolling her turgid nipples between my fingers, and pinching them.

At the same time, I began to pump my fingers in and out of her vagina faster, ramming it in up to my knuckles each time, and strumming her swollen clit with my thumb at the same time. "Hai maa..." She cried, as her pussy began to ooze their sticky juices, and her thighs clamped shut & open intermittently. Her hips jerked and bucked involuntarily as I began to finger fuck her hard. Without stopping, I grabbed hold of one of her massive thighs, and hefted them on to my shoulder, opening her cunt even wider. As I continued to ram my fingers into her relentlessly, and stimulate her clit at the same time, she started gasping "Unhh ... unhhh ... unhhh..." with each thrust of mine. "Beta... "she cried out "Take me ... take me now..." Without waiting for a second invitation, I quickly got myself into position on my knees between her humungous thighs, and rubbed the tip of my throbbing cock on her sloppy wet hairy vagina.

Still supporting one of her heavy legs on my shoulder, I buried my cock deep into her boiling cunt. "Aahhhh..." I groaned as I felt my thick cock plunge into the depths of her squishy cunt. It felt like I was dipping my cock into a tub of hot butter. As I thrust my hips forward, spearing my cock into the depths of molten cunt, she let out a deep long moan of pleasure. "Oh yes my darling beta..." she groaned, as I began to thrust my hips into her. With each thrust, my hips made a smacking sound against her broad pelvis. Grabbing her leg which was upraised and held on my shoulder, I began to fuck her hard, pistoning my cock in and out of her cunt. Even after I buried my cock into her depths up to the hilt, I could feel that there was room for much more. She began to contract her cunt muscles, trying to milk my cock. She grabbed hold of my hair, and looking into my eyes, with her lips parted, began to grunt "Yes ... yes ... yes beta ... do it ... do it ... do it harder ... fuck your Mayuri maasi..."

Each time I rammed my cock into her, her mountainous tits jiggled and wobbled like a lump of jelly. Breathing hard and moaning she grabbed hold of both her jiggling tit mass, and squeezed them together, pinching her nipples. "Chooso beta ... chooso aunty ke mammo ko..." she grunted in between her breaths. Leaning forward, I propped myself with the palm of my left hand on the bed, and grabbed her right breast with the other hand. Cupping it roughly, I bent forward and took her succulent mammary flesh into my mouth, sucking on them hard. Continuing to fuck her relentlessly, I began to bite and suck on those thick black nipples of hers. She was beginning to lose control of herself now, and began to thrash around on the bed, throwing her head from side to side.

Grabbing hold of my face between the palms of her hands, she asked me with a whimper "Are you liking it beta... ?" In reply, I just rammed my cock into her harder, and smiled at her. My sperm was beginning to boil inside my balls now, and I gasped "Aunty ... I am going to come now..." She bit her lips and a sigh escaped them "Ohh yessss ... beta ... come for aunty ... come ... come..." she breathed even as she slid her right hand in between us and began to rub her clit as my thick cock pistoned in and out of her vulva. A woman of her size probably needed a much bigger cock than mine to get her to come, so she was stimulating her clit in an attempt to reach her orgasm along with mine.

With renewed gusto, I began to ram my hard cock into her, smacking her hips hard with mine with each thrust. My seed began to shoot out of my cock and spurt into the depths of her molten cunt, even as she began to buck her hips with her impending orgasm hitting her finally. Even as my cock continued to spasm and spew forth my semen into her depths, she continued to strum her clit with her thick fingers, and buck her hips, her body thrashing around, and her head thrown back in the throes of her orgasm. As my cock jerked for final time inside her cunt, I collapsed on top of her with a groan, my head resting on the pillowy softness of her gargantuan breasts. As I gasped to collect my breath, I could hear her taking in deep whooping breaths,

Wrapping her arms around my back, she began to caress my back, and whispered in my ear "Oh my dikra ... that was just so good ... it was ... it was after such a long time for me ... did you enjoy it beta?" "Oh yes aunty ... yes ... it was just awesome ... this was a dream come true for me..." "Chal hat jhoothe..." she chided me "aunty ko maskha mat lagaa..." "No aunty ... I mean it..." I exclaimed, rubbing her tits with my palms. Continuing to rub my back, she told me in an earnest voice "Beta, any time you need me ... I am here OK ... don't feel shy..." I just smiled inwardly as I replied "Yes aunty ji ... now I will come to you all the time..."

I clambered off her body and headed for the bathroom. After I washed and put on my clothes, I came back to the living room. It was nearing five in the evening, and it was time for me to hit the gym. She too put on her saree, and went into the kitchen to make some tea for me. Later, just as we were sipping our tea in her living room, Mayuri ben's younger daughter, Amisha, entered the house. She had just returned from her tuition classes after college.
At 17, she was a year older than Jigna, but was still in Class XI, as she had flunked in the same class last year. She was a somewhat short girl, just about about 5' 3", that made her look plumper than she actually was. She was dressed in her college uniform of a beige skirt, white shirt, and a dark brown tie. Though in the same college as Jigna and Sejal, she wore her uniform with a lot of style. Her pleated skirt was a trifle short, coming a few inches above her knees; and she wore it low down on her waist, well below where her belly button would have been.

She had left the tie fashionably loosened around her neck, with the button of the shirt at the neck open. And her shirt too was not the tad oversized ones that most other girls wore, but fit her torso rather smugly, proudly displaying the well rounded twin mounds of her firm 32-B breasts. And unlike most of the other college girls I had seen, she did not wear a petticoat (or slip) under her uniform, and I could clearly see the straps of her bra under the white shirt. She had a cheap yet fashionable bag slung over her left shoulder.

She was a rather cute, much fairer than her mother and sister, with a round plump face that was made prettier by her prominent cheekbones, and a delicate tapering chin. Unlike her sister and mother, she had thin delicate lips lining her trifle wide mouth. Upon seeing me, she broke into a cute smile. "Oh hi Jignesh bhaiya ... how are you ... what a surprise to see you!!!" she exclaimed, dumping her back on the sofa. As she plonked herself down on the sofa, Mayuri ben snapped at her "How many times have I told you not to dump your bag here ... and why did you get late today?"

With a sigh she got up, pouted and replied 'Oh mummy ... I am keeping it no ... and I got late today because our tuition sir came late ... and that is why I am telling you buy me a new cycle ... then I can reach faster ... you know how much time it takes to walk ... and that too with my heavy college bag..." she grumbled. As she made a face and walked into the other bedroom, Mayuri ben called after her "I don't understand why you don't use your sister's cycle..." "Mummy please ... how many times have I told you that I cannot use didi's cycle ... it is too old fashioned ... old women ride those kind of cycles ... all my friends will make fun of me if I take that to college..." she shouted back from the other room. With a sigh of exasperation, Mayuri ben clutched her forehead and turning to me said "Hey bhagwan ... ye ladki bhi na ... fashion, fashion, fashion ... aur kuch nahi sochti yeh..." I just smiled at her and told her that today's generation of kids are like that.

After I got back home from Mayuri ben's place, I did my exercises and then had a quick shower. I changed into my evening casuals of a pair of track points and a sleeveless round-neck vest; and settled down in front of the TV, waiting for Kalpana aunty to come with my dinner tiffin box. Tired from the day's exertions, I had just begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell wrong. Kalpana aunty stood at the door, clutching a tiffin carrier, with a broad smile on her face. She looked freshly bathed, and smelled of some lavender scented body talc. Her hair, which she usually tied in a bun, was today neatly combed into one single long braid reaching her broad hips.

She was dressed in a red chiffon saree with white floral prints, and a matching red blouse. Her pleasant face was adorned by dangling ear-rings, and a dozen or so red glass bangles graced her thick fore arms. Smiling back at her, I took her by the arm and led her into the room. "Kya baat hai aunty ... aaj to aap bahut khoobsoorat lag rahi hain ... kahin bahar jakar aa rahe ho aap?" I asked her teasingly. She blushed profusely when she heard that and replied shyly "Nahi, nahi beta ... maine socha ki aapko milne aa rahin hoon, to thoda sa taiyaar ho jaati hoon..." twiddling with the pallu of her saree. "Oh aunty ... so sweet of you..." I said, pulling her close to me and wrapping my arms around her heavy thick body in a warm embrace. Feeling her hard heavy breasts press against my chest, my fatigued cock stirred within my boxers. "I missed you aunty..." I said to her tenderly, even as I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her passionately on her lips

To Be Continued..

[Heisenberg]

Part - 14

As I pulled my lips away from her, she caressed my cheek and said "OK, you better eat the food when its hot beta ... let me serve it for you." She got busy getting the plates from the kitchen and laying out the food on the dining table. As I ate, she sat at the adjacent chair and watched me, resting her face on her hands, the elbows on the table, a tender smile on her face. After I finished my dinner, she cleared the table, and began to pack the containers back into the tiffin carrier. I settled down on the couch. After washing the dishes, she came back into the living room, wiping her hands on the pallu of her saree. Seeing her, I said "Sit for a while with me aunty..." patting the seat next to me.


She obliged with a smile, and sat down to my left. "The food was delicious aunty ... thank you..." I said with a smile. "Oh beta, don't embarrass me by saying thank you..." she replied. "Is there anything else you need beta..." she asked me gently. "Yes aunty, if you are not in a hurry to leave, I'd like to lie down in your lap for a little while..." I said in a childish tone. "Oh dikra ... yeh bhi kok poochne ki baat hai..." she replied immediately, and reaching out towards, pulled me towards her. I settled down on the couch, and lay down with my head in her lap. Supporting my head with one hand, she began to play with my hair with one hand, her other hand gently caressing my chest thru my vest. "Ummm..." I sighed contently, snuggling up closer to her so that my face pressed against the heavy firmness of her big breasts.

Looking up into her eyes, I saw her gazing at my face with a tender expression in her eyes. Reaching up with my hand, I slid my hand under the pallu of her saree, and began to rub her heavy firm breasts with the back of my palm over her blouse. She looked down at me and smiled understandingly when I did that. Reaching up to her shoulder she undid the safety pin that was holding her pallu at the shoulder. Without a word, she pulled the pallu off her shoulder and bared her massive chest to me, her heavy breasts firmly encased inside the blouse. "Mujhe aapka doodh peena hai, aunty..." I whispered hoarsely, looking into her eyes. "Haan beta..." she replied softly with a nod of her head.

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

With a groan I opened my mouth and clamped it around the proffered tit-flesh, my tongue slurping on her thick dark brown nipples. As I reached out and took hold of her other free breast and began to squeeze and fondle them, she threw her head back with a sigh. As I continued to feast on her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples like a baby, she slid her hand down my stomach, and quickly slid down my tracks up to my thighs. Taking my turgid cock in her hand, she began to stroke me slowly as I continued to suckle on her breasts. I went berserk on her breasts as she did that.

After a while of doing that, she asked me in a throat whisper "Beta, do you want aunty to suck on your..." "Yes aunty..." I groaned. She helped me rise from her lap, and quickly stood up. As I lay back on the sofa, my head supported by the arm rest, she kneeled down near by stomach. On her knees, she leaned forward and took hold my cock in her right hand. She smeared the pre-cum which had oozed out my cock's slit all over the mushroom-shaped tip. Cupping her heavy breast in her left hand, she began to stroke my cock with the other hand in such a way that the tip of cock rubbed against her thick erect nipples. My cock was fully erect by now, and beginning to throb in her hand. She brought her face to my cock, and began to lick on the under-side of my cock.

She made the entire length of my cock wet with her tongue, and then rubbed my cock on her face, cheeks, and lips; stroking me at the same time. Then without a word she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock into her mouth. As I felt her warm wet mouth close on my cock, I threw back my head on the arm rest and sighed. As her tongue teased and licked the head of my cock, I bucked my hips thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth. She emitted a low moan, and began to move her head up and down on my cock, sucking me passionately.

As her head bobbed up and down, sucking on my cock, and her saliva drooling down from the sides of her mouth, I felt my sperm beginning to boil inside my balls. "Aunty ... I am going to cum ... I am going to cum..." I groaned. "Ummm..." she responded, continuing to suck on me harder. I knew she did not mind my cumming in her mouth, but today I was in the mood to see her get me off with a handjob and cum on her breasts. "Aunty..." I said hoarsely "I want to do it on your breasts..." Hearing that she pulled her mouth away from my cock, and looking at me, nodded gently. "Yes my son ... yes..." she gasped through her breath, and began to pump my cock faster, her other hand stimulating my swollen balls.

Leaning forward, she dangled her massive heavy breasts near my cock, the tip rubbing against her turgid nipple, even as she continued to stroke me rapidly. With a jerk, my cock erupted, the thick semen spurting out of my slit and landing on her breasts and neck. As she slowed down, my remaining spurts dribbled out of the cock head and slid down to her hand which was still holding my cock. As I fell back on the sofa drained, I felt her get up and go towards the kitchen. She returned with a damp wash cloth, and the wonderful woman that she was, proceeded to wipe me clean, and tuck my lip cock back into my track pants.

She then wiped my semen off her neck, breasts and belly; and proceeded to tuck her breasts inside her bra, and hook up her blouse. As I lay there catching my breath and looking at her, she smiled at me tenderly, adjusting the pallu of her saree. Leaning forward, she planted a quick kiss on my forehead and whispered "Good night my darling beta ... you take rest now ... I have to rush home because Jatin bhai would have come back by now..." Caressing my cheek one last time, she left, closing the door behind her. I fell into a deep slumber almost immediately afterwards.

As usual, I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. My truculent cock did not subside even after I finished my morning piss. I was tempted to jerk-off first thing in the morning, but held myself back. If everything went as per plan, I would need to save my cock's stamina for the day ahead. To get my mind off sex, I picked up my weights and headed to the terrace for a work-out. Having worked up a good sweat, I hit the shower to freshen up and finish my morning ablutions. Just as I was toweling myself dry, I heard the bell ring. It had to be the two maids I had employed. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I opened the door. To my surprise, it was Rani, the elder of the two maids, and she was alone. Her eyes widened noticeably when she saw me bare-chested with just the towel around my waist.

Letting her in, I greeted her cheerfully "Kaisi hai Rani..." "Acchhi hoon, sahib..." she replied meekly, as I closed the door behind her. She was dressed in the trademark village attire of ghagra, blouse, and choli. But I noticed something different about her today. She was looking noticeably fresher and cleaner, for lack of a better description. The wine red ghagra and choli looked now, and the choli tied across her torso had embroidered designs on it. She looked like she had bathed just a while back. Her hair was neatly tied in a single long braid, and I could smell a hint of some cheap talcum powder she had applied. As she stood there fidgeting with her choli, I asked her casually "Kya baat hai ... Pushpa nahi aayi aaj?" "Nahin, sahib ... aaj uski tabiyat kuch theek nahi hai ... to main akele hi aayi hoon..." she replied, albeit rather unconvincingly. I smiled inwardly when I heard that. The bitch had made sure she sent Rani alone so that I could have my fill.

"Theek hai tum jhaadoo pochha kar lo ... tab tak mein apni shave kar leta hoon..." I said to her non-chalantly. "Ji sahib..." she mumbled, her eyes avoiding mine, as she went inside to fetch the broom. As she walked inside, I noticed that she had worn some cheap anklets today, which made a jingling sound as she walked. "Oh dear ... she has come prepared today" I thought to myself, as I went into the bathroom to take care of my week-long stubble. As I finished my shave and came out after a while, I saw that she had finished her work and was waiting in the kitchen. "Kaam ho gaya, Rani?" I asked her casually, wiping my face with another towel. "Haan saheb..." she replied meekly, still looking down at the floor. Walking up to her, I asked her with a smile "Rani, tu mere liye ek aur kaam karegi?" She looked up at my face with an eager to please expression and replied tentatively "Haan saheb..."

I gazed into her eyes, and said "Tu mere liye ek cup chai banayegi?" Her face took on a look of utter surprise, and she seemed lost for words. "Nahi tujhe agar jaana hai to tu jaa sakti hai ... woh maine subah se chai nahi pee hai ... to maine socha ki tu agar bana degi to bahut acchha hoga..." I replied with a serious expression on her face. "Nahi, nahi saheb..." she finally blurted out " ... aapke liye chai main zaroor banaaoongi... "she continued. "Woh bus main nahi jaanti thhi ki aap mere haath ki chai piyenge ... is liye..." she tried to explain her initial lack of response. "Main abhi banaati hoon..." she continued, with a grateful smile on her face. As she got busy making the tea, I headed to my bedroom to tidy up. I decided to continue wearing just the towel, as I sprayed liberal amounts of deodorant on my body. She came into the room with the tea cup in a serving tray, as I was combing my hair.

Taking the cup from the tray, I said "Thank you, Rani ... par tumhari chai kahan hai?" Once again a look of pleasant surprise crossed her face, as she replied with a smile "Nahin saheb ... maine subha nashta kar liya hai" "Aisa nahi chalega ... tum saath nahi dogi to main bhi chai nahi peena wala..." I said to her with mock rebuke. "Par saheb..." she began to protest. "Jaao andar jaakar ek aur cup lekar aao..." I ordered her with mock irritation, cutting her off. Once again, she smiled and went into the kitchen to get another cup. Taking the cup from her hand, I poured half of the tea into the other cup, and handed it to her. "Shukriya saheb..." she said gratefully, looking into my eyes "aap bahut bhale aadmi hai ... yeh pehili baar hai ki aap jaise kisi saheb ke saath main chai pee rahi hoon..." "Main koi bada saheb waheb nahi hoon..." I dismissed her with a laugh.

As I sat down on the bed and began sipping on my tea, she sat down on her haunches on the floor with her back against the wall, and began to sip on hers. We sat there silently for a while, sipping on our tea, looking at each other once in a while, and exchanging silent smiles. The way she was sitting, her ghagra had ridden up to just below her knees, and I could see her strong dark muscular calves. As I was looking at her legs, I saw that she had observed me looking at her legs. But she averted her gaze, when I looked at her face. Finishing my tea, I handed her the cup, and she went into the kitchen with the empty cups. I picked up the newspaper and sat down on the bed, with my back resting on some pillows propped up against the head-rest.

After a while, she came back into the bedroom, wiping her hands on her choli. She stood there tentatively at the foot of my bed, as if waiting for my instructions. Looking up from the newspaper, I smiled at her and said "Itni acchhi chai pilane ke liye shukriya, Rani..." She blushed again, and replied "Aisa kyun bolte ho sahebji ... aapki seva karna to mera farz hai..." I laughed, and patting the bed, said "Aaaja ... thodi der baith aur aaram kar ... tujhe jaane ki jaldi to nahi hai na?" "Nahi, saheb..." she mumbled softly, and tentatively came and sat at the foot of the bed near my feet. As I looked at her, I noticed that she was pressing the index finger of her left hand with the choli, trying to take care of a cut on her finger. "Kya hua ... tera haath kaise kat gaya" I asked. "Oh, kucchh nahi saheb ... bas aaj subah sabzi kaat rahi thhi to haath kat gaya..." she replied, trying to hide her injured finger. "Dikhaao mujhe..." I ordered, reaching out with my hand.

She slid towards me tentatively on the bed, and held out her hand for me to inspect. Taking her hand in mine, I said "Arre, yeh to abhi bhi khoon beh raha hai..." noticing how calloused her hands were from hard work, and how dry her skin was. Getting up from the bed, I pulled out the first-aid box from my cabinet. Dabbing some Dettol on a piece of cotton, I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine again. "Saheb ... rehne deejiye ... aap kyun taklif le rahe hain" she protested. "Bas chup chaap baithe raho..." I ordered her with mock anger. Smearing the Dettol on her cut, I cleaned the wound first and taped it up with a Band-Aid. As I looked up at her face, I saw that she was gazing into my eyes, with a look of gratitude. Continuing in my gruff tone, I said "Yeh patti tum rakho apne paas ... aur shaam ko naya laga dena..." handing her a strip of Band-Aid.

She just mumbled "Theek hai, saheb..." as she continued to look into my eyes with a grateful expression. As I held her hand and looked at her closely, I realized that even though she was very dark, she had quite seductive in a dusky sort of a way. Her face was angular, with prominent cheek-bones and a prominent pointed chin. She had dark thick lips, and her dark complexion made her teeth look more white than normal. Her skin though dark, was dry and chapped at some places. And her hair had been oiled, and tied in a single long braid reaching up to her slender waist. The way she was sitting, I could see her firm ripe mango shaped breasts straining against the thin fabric of her wine-red blouse. The blouse was one size too small for her, and it was evident that there was no bra underneath. From my position, I could also get a clear view of the exposed portion of her belly.
My cock was beginning to harden by just looking at her from such close quarters. Getting up from the bed again, I went to my cabinet again, and came back with a bottle of hair conditioning, shampoo, a couple of bars of moisturizing soap, and a bottle of skin moisturizing lotion. Handing it to her, I said "Rani, yeh tum rakh lo ... aaj se nahate samay iska istamaal karna ... aur nahane ke baad apne badan par yeh lotion lagana" As she took the items from my hand, she looked up at me in wonder, and seemed to be lost for words. She dropped her gaze and looking down into her lap, sat silently. Sitting down by her side again, I asked "Kya hua Rani ... tumko yeh cheeze pasand nahi?" "Nahi, nahi saheb ... aisi baat nahi hai" she replied softly, stil avoiding eye contact. "Woh bus ... bus ... main agar isko ghar lekar jaoongi ... to ... to ... meri saasu maa poochegi ki itni mehangi cheeze mujhe kahaan se mili ... aur phir woh yeh sab chheen lengi mere paas se..." she continued in a sad tone.

"Oh, to yeh baat hai..." I replied. "To tu ek kaam kar ... inko tu yahin par rahk ... aajse tu idhar mere ghar par aakar nahaana ... phir tujhe yeh ghar par le jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai ... theek hai?" I said in a warm tone. She looked up at me again with that pitiably grateful look, and replied meekly "Saheb ... aap bahut bhale aadmi ho ... main aapka yeh karz kabhi nahi chuka paaoongi..." touching my feet in gratitude. "Dhat..." I dismissed her " ... yeh koi karz nahi hai ... maine kaha thha na ... tu mera khayal rakhegi to main tera khayal rakhoonga..." I replied, squeezing her arm. She looked into my eyes again for a moment, and then without a word, slid down the bed towards my feet. Without looking into my eyes, she silently began to press my feet with both her hands. As she began to press my feet, taking care to press each finger of my toes, and slowly move up to my ankles, I looked into the cleavage caused by her leaning forward slightly, and her arms pressing her ripe breasts together inside the blouse.

My cock stiffened further, as I sat back on the pillows, and enjoyed the feeling of my feet being pressed. I was almost lying back fully in that position now, as she went about her task of pressing my feet with dedication, I said to her in warm voice "Bahut acchha lag raha hai Rani... " Hearing my words, she looked up to me, and smiled shyly, before returning her gaze to my feet. As her hands moved up towards my shin and calves, she had to lean forward further, which caused the pallu of her choli to slide of her shoulder, and come to rest on her arms at the crook of her elbows. As her young ripe 32-C mango-shaped breasts clad inside the blouse were exposed, I noticed her steal a glance towards her cleavage and the displaced pallu. But she made no attempt to put her pallu back in place. As I gazed at her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse, the armpits of her blouse wet with sweat, she looked up at me and caught me looking.

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, as if she was wondering if I liked what I saw, but she maintained a serious expression on her face and continued pressing my legs. She straightened her back for a moment, and wiping the sweat of her brow with the back of her left hand, she slid up further towards my torso, so that she could reach up to my thighs. As she did that, her pallu slid off completely from her arms, and came to rest in her laps, giving me an unrestricted view of her blouse-clad breasts and her dark-skinned flat belly with just a hint of flab on it, adorned by a deep navel.

The white turkish bath-towel I had wrapped around my waist, had slid up above my knees, and was parted at the knees, exposing my hairy thighs. My cock was by now standing almost fully erect like a pole, and had created a tent inside the towel at my crotch. As she gently kneaded the flesh of my thighs with her hands, I saw her steal a glance towards my erection which was sticking up like a tent-pole inside the towel. Her hands had now reached the portion of my thighs above the knees, and if she proceeded any further she would have to slide her hands under the towel, which would cause my throbbing hardness to come into view. Realizing her predicament, I saw her pause with uncertainty. She looked into my eyes silently with an unsure expression as if asking me what I wanted her to do next.

Without any warning, I reached out and cupped her firm pliant breasts through her blouse, and squeezed. She sighed as she felt my fingers close around her young firm breasts, and she arched her back and threw back her head, biting her lips to stifle the cry that escaped from her throat. I cried out hoarsely, "Rani..." as I continued to squeeze her breasts harder through the cheap fabric of her blouse. She returned her gaze to look towards me, as I did that. "Apna blouse khol de Rani..." I whispered to her hoarsely, continuing to maul her young firm and ripe breasts through the blouse. She dropped her gaze to her lap, and without a word began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse.

As the last hook came undone, and she parted the flaps of her blouse, her dark succulent mango-shaped ripe young 32-C breasts came into view. They stood proudly on her chest like twin mounds, with a pointed tip. But the mouth-watering thing about those young tits of hers was those incredibly long and thick dark black nipples that adorned them. They were by far the largest and thickest nipples I had ever seen on a girl, and were just waiting to be sucked and chewed on. With a groan, I grabbed her by her waist with my left hand, and pulling her towards me, took hold of her bared breast in my right hand. As my hands closed around the firm tit-flesh of her ripe young breasts, she let out another sigh, and dropped her chin to her left shoulder, biting her lips in the process. As her thick big nipples burnt into the palm of my hand, I began to knead the flesh of her proffered breasts, twisting her turgid nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Letting go of her waist, I reached out with my other hand also, and began to squeeze and fondle her juicy young breasts with both my hands, causing her to lift her head and gaze at my face solemnly with those dark questioning eyes of hers.

I beckoned to her to come closer with a nod of my head. She immediately responded by sliding closer to me and leaning forward, dangling those ripe young breasts near my face. I moved my head slightly and opening my mouth, flicked my tongue across her thick nipple, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Opening my mouth, I clamped my mouth and her right breast, and began to suck on it with vigor. An audible hiss escaped her lips, even as her fingers clutched my thigh harder. Continuing to maul her supple left breast with my hand, I sucked on her right breast, teasing the thick nipple with my teeth. She responded by holding my head with her left hand, while sliding her other hand up to my chest to caress it. As she did that, her elbow brushed against my hard-on which was standing up like a tent-pole under the thick towel. Looking up at her as I continued to suckle on her juicy breasts, I saw that she was gazing at my face intently.

Returning her solemn gaze by looking her in the eye, I released her breast from my mouth and whipped the towel off my raging hard-on in a swift motion, baring my erect cock to her view. As my cock sprang out and slapped against my belly, I heard a small sigh escape her lips, as she bit her lips. As she avoided making eye contact with me and looked solemnly at my hard cock, I pressed my thumb against the base of my cock from top, causing it to stand up erect, swaying gently in her face. My foreskin was pulled back partly, with a small drop of pre-cum glistening at the slit on the tip of my swollen blood-gorged cock. Reaching out with my other hand, I squeezed her hand, causing her to look up towards me.

As she gazed at me with submissiveness, as if asking me what I wanted, I just nodded my head quietly. Getting the message, she reached out tentatively and took my throbbing cock in her right hand. As she gently ran her fingers along the shaft of my cock, she looked up into my eyes with an expression of gratefulness. I just smiled at her in return, and nodded my head in consent. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she began to stroke it slowly; even as her other hand instinctively began to caress my thighs and my taut belly. I reached out and took hold of her breast again, and began to fondle them.

As she continued to stroke me, I parted my thighs and raised my hips off the bed, urging her to stroke faster. She moved her hand which was caressing my thigh, to cup my heavy swollen balls, and fondle them gently, even as she continued to stroke my cock. As a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my cock, she quickly smeared it around the blood-gorged mushroom-shaped head of my cock with her fingers. As she gazed into my eyes again with that same serious look, I smiled at her gently, and reached out to caress her cheek. She reciprocated with a shy smile, biting her lips, and tilting her head to rest her face in the palm of my hand. Looking her in the eye, I gently pulled her face towards my cock. Without any resistance, she allowed her face to be pulled towards my cock. With my cock inches away from her mouth, she looked up into my eyes with a solemn questioning look, as if asking for my permission to go ahead. I just nodded my head.

With a soft sigh, she wet her lips with her tongue and without any qualms, opened her mouth and took my rigid cock into her mouth. As her warm wet mouth closed around my cock, I groaned with pleasure, and grabbing her head with my hand, pushed my cock deeper into her mouth. As the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, she let out a soft gurgle and opened her mouth wider to accommodate my thick cock in her throat. Taking hold of the base of my cock with her right hand, she began to bob her head up and down in a quick practiced motion, and began to suck on my cock ardently. As her thick nipples grazed against my thighs, I grabbed hold of them and squeezed them hard, moaning in the process. As she went about the task of sucking on my cock, it became apparent to me that she was adept at this, and that this was not the first time she was doing this.

The very thought of having this naïve village girl whom I had lusted for so long, baring her juicy breasts for me and sucking on my cock, sent a thrill through my body. I didn't want to come so quickly, so I took hold of her head and pulled it back gently. As my cock slipped out of her wet mouth, a trail of her saliva dribbled out of the side of her mouth, which she wiped quickly with the back of her hand. Looking at my face with concern, she asked in a soft whisper "Kya huaa saheb ... maine kucchh galat kiya?" "Nahi Rani ... bahut acchha lag raha hai mujhe ... tu aise hi karti rahegi to mera paani abhi chhoot jayega..." I replied with a smile. This elicited a small shy smile from her, biting her lips in the process. "Tu zara khadi ho jaa ... main tujhe dekhna chaahta hoon" I told her.

She stood up quickly, and stood there next to my bed, her hands fiddling with her choli. As I looked at her standing there, her blouse open to bare her young ripe breasts, and her pallu hanging by her side, I felt another spasm of pleasure course through me. "Ab apna blouse aur choli utar de, Rani" I instructed her hoarsely. Without a word, she complied by removing her choli completely, and the proceeding to peel the open blouse of her torso. As she stood there quietly, her hands clasped in front of her, in only her ghagra, I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it gently, looking her in the eye in the process.

Continuing to stroke my cock with my left hand, I reached out with the other hand and pulled her closer towards me. Patting her thigh through her ghagra, I said to her "Apna pair uthakar bistar par rakh, Rani..." She complied by lifting her left leg, bending it at the knee, and placing them on the bed next to my torso. As her dark-skinned ankles and calves came into view, I reached out with my hand again and caressed the firm flesh of her calves. Looking into her eyes again, I said "Ab apna ghagra uthaa, Rani..." With that same submissive look on her face, she complied by pulling up her ghagra well above her knees, baring her dark muscular thighs, and the thick bush of her dark hairy pussy. As my hand crept up her thigh, and began to tease the inside of her thigh, I saw her drop her head in shame and bit her lips. Her pussy was covered with a dense patch of curly black hair, and it was obvious that she never trimmed or shaved her pussy hair.

Sliding my fingers further upwards, I began to caress the puffy lips of her pussy through the dense hair, causing her to shudder involuntarily. As I looked up at her, she quickly averted her gaze, and co-operated by lifting her ghagra further up. Her pussy hair was damp with her juices, and I could smell the musky odour of her young, rustic cunt. With a sigh, I slid my thumb into the slit of her wet pussy, causing her to let out a small cry of "Unnnhhh..." and bite her lips. Her pussy was so hot and juicy that it felt like I was dipping my thumb into a cup of molten lava. As I began to rub my thumb on her erect clitoris, she threw her head back and involuntarily grabbed hold of my fore-arm.

I was pleased to note that she was co-operating by holding up her ghagra with her left hand while clutching my fore-arm with the other. Getting up from the bed, I quickly stood behind her and held her from behind, my hands holding her by her soft belly. Resting my chin on her shoulders, I began to run my tongue on her ear-lobes, causing her to shiver with pleasure, even as my hands crept up her belly and took hold of her ripe young breasts. As my hands closed around the soft plaint flesh of her young breasts, I felt her pencil thick inch-long nipples burn into the palm of my hands. As I began to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples, I whispered into her ear "Apna ghagra utaar de, Rani..." She complied quickly by unfastening the cord that tied her ghagra at the waist. As the cord came loose, her ghagra slid down her legs to fall in a heap around her ankles, leaving her completely naked.

Like an obedient slave, she turned to look at me, as if awaiting further instructions from me. With a groan, I grabbed her by her breasts again, and pressed her dark slim body to mine, pressing my rigid cock into the crack of her ass in the process. As she felt my hard cock press against her ass, she let out an involuntary cry, and pressed my hand which was mauling her breasts, with her own hands. Sliding my right hand down her belly, I began to once again caress her hairy vagina, sliding my middle finger into the moist depths. She let out a soft guttural moan as my finger invaded the depths of her soaking wet pussy, and threw her head back, resting it against my chest. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was beginning to get shallow.

Continuing to finger her soaking wet pussy with my right hand, and mauling her ripe mango-shaped breasts with my left, I whispered to her hoarsely "Ab tu mujhe andar lene ke liye tayyar hai, Rani?" Struggling to control the convulsions that racked her body, she bit her lips, and managed to whimper "Unnhhh ... haan saheb,, haan..." "To phir jaldi se tu bistar pe haath rakhkar aage ki aur jhukh jaa..." I said to her quickly, pushing her towards the bed. As she bent forward on the bed, supporting herself with both hands on the bed, I took hold of my cock and began to rub it in between the crack of her ass. Seeing her dark body bent over the bed, her juicy mango-shaped tits hanging from her chest, her round compact ass waiting to take my rampaging cock inside her, I felt a sense of power course through my body. As I pushed her legs wider apart, and positioned my cock behind her, she turned back to look at me with an expression of fear on her face.

Catching her look, I asked her "Kya hua Rani..." Shaking her head nervously, she swallowed, and then said in a faltering voice "Saheb ... main ... main thhoda ... thhoda tel lagaoon kya?" "Kyun tel ki kya zaroorat hai" I asked her "Tu itni geeli to hai..." She bit her lips again, and looking at me with that same expression of fear, replied "Haan saheb, lekin ... lekin maine socha ki shaayad ... shaayad aap meri ... meri ghaand mein daalne wale hain ... isliye tel..." Hearing these words, my cock lurched against her ass once again. Caressing her back gently, I replied to her gently "Nahin Rani ... tu chinta mat kar ... main teri ghaand nahi maarne wala hoon ... main bas peecche se teri choot mein daalne wala hoon..." Hearing these words, she relaxed visibily, and with a grateful look replied in a small voice "Oh maaf karna saheb ... maine socha ki..." As her words trailed off, she managed to give me a shy grateful smile, and dropped her gaze to the bed, on which she was still leaning forward.

As if on second thought, she once again turned her head sideways to look up at me and said "Saheb ... main ... main aapke liye kuchh bhi karne ke liye taiyyar hoon ... aap ... aap chaaho to ... chaaho to meri ... meri ghaand bhi ... maar sakte ho..." swallowing once again. "Bas ... bas thhoda tel lagane ki bheek mangoongi ... kyoonki ... kyoonki bina tel ke bahut ... bahut dard hota hai..." she managed to mumble. I felt my mouth go dry as I heard these words, my mind trying to imagine how it would feel to fuck this young village servant girl in the ass! Getting my lust under control, I said to her mildly, "Tu chinta mat kar Rani ... agar mera man kara teri ghaand maarne ka ... to main zaroor tel ka istemaal karoonga ... aur agar tujhe bahut dard hoto hai to main nahi karoonga ... theek hai" "Theek hai saheb..." she managed to mumble with relief in her dark eyes.

With a smile, I once again positioned my cock behind her, and rubbed it against the hairy slit of her moist pussy from behind. Her torso trembled, and she spread her legs wider, and pushing her butt backwards towards me, encouraged me to slide my cock into her pussy. As the swollen tip of my turgid cock rubbed against her hairy slit, I felt her reach out between her thighs, and guide my cock towards the opening of her vagina. Slowly, I pushed my hips forward, pushing my swollen hard cock to slide inside the molten hotness of her slipper wet vagina. As she felt the girth of my thick cock entering her, stretching the confines of her pussy, she let out a long moan. Grabbing hold of her back by her waist, I began to thrust my cock inside her pussy slowly. Gradually I pushed my cock fully inside her from behind, and leaning forward, cupped both her delicious juicy breasts which were dangling from her torso, and quivering with excitement. As my fingers closed around her ripe breasts, I began a slow pumping motion of my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her wet cunt.

Rani was just the kind of fuck I enjoyed, completely docile and yet totally willing to please. As I enjoyed the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her juicy pussy, I couldn't help but think that this was perhaps the best cunt I had experienced. Her vagina was just the right fit for my cock, not too tight, and not to loose either. And the way her vagina muscles clamped around my cock each time I thrust deep into her, it felt like my cock was being milked. As I continued to thrust into her at a relaxed place, I couldn't help but notice the way her moderately sized round derriere quivered each time my hips smacked against hers. The single long braid of her tied hair hung over her shoulder.

As I continued to caress her waist with my left hand, and fondle her unique mango-shaped dark breasts with my right, I asked her gently "Takleef to nahi ho rahi hai na, Rani?" Clearing her throat, she whispered back "Nahin saheb..." even as she settled down on her elbows on the bed, her face buried in my pillow, and her delectable black ass thrust out towards me. "Acchhaa lag raha hai tujhe... ?" I asked her gently, continuing to fuck her at the same relaxed pace. Twisting her face sideways on the pillow, she strained to look back at me and replied in a hoarse whisper "Haan saheb ... acchhaa lag raha hai..." and after a pause added "Aapko acchhaa lag raha hai, saheb?" "Haan Rani, mujhe bhi acchhaa lag raha hai..." I replied with a smile.

I was now dying to fuck her harder, so I leant forward on her back once again, and said "Ab main thhoda zor se karoonga Rani, theek hai?" "Ji saheb ... aap ... aap chahte ho ki main kucchh karoon to mujhe bataiye ... main ... main aapko khush karna chaahti hoon..." she replied amidst gasps, as my relaxed by relentless stroking of her pussy began to excite her responsive cunt. In response, I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and pulled her upright. Turning her to face me, I looked into her eyes, and said "Main tujhe dekhna chaahta hoon Rani ... khaskar tere in aam jaise raseele mammo ko..." Her dark face flushed with embarrassment on hearing that. Sitting down on the bed, I pulled her naked body towards me and made her sit in my lap facing me.

Cupping her delicious breasts, I bent forward and began sucking on those amazingly long & thick nipples again, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her again. Pulling my mouth away from her tits, I told her "Ab tu aise baithkar isko apne andar le..." Biting her lips, she lifted her hips from my lap, and taking hold of my wet slippery cock in her hands, guided it towards the opening her well lubricated cunt. Placing one hand on my shoulder, she pushed herself down, driving my swollen cock head into her vagina. As the girth of my cock once again penetrated the depths of her pussy, she bit her lips and closed her eyes. As she settled down with my cock fully inside her, I leant back on the bed, supporting myself with both my hands behind my back. Leaning forward to hold on to my shoulders for support, she began to slowly move her hips up and down on my raging hard cock.

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

Her eyes were screwed shut, and she was biting her lips, continuously emitting those same arousing moans of pleasure. I could feel her pussy begining to spasm and contract on my thick cock, as her impending orgasm began to take control of her body. Letting go of those delicious breasts, I held her by her hips, and began to thrust my hips upwards, driving my cock to new depths in her pussy each time she thrust down. I could feel her pussy juices begin to flow, and trickle down the length of my shaft on to my balls. As my balls tightened, I said to myself that hers was the best pussy I had fucked so far in my life; for the sheer sensation of it. I noticed that she was beginning to tire with the effort of squatting on my cock and pumping her hips, and that she was beginning to whimper like a woman who was no longer in control of her desires. If she continued this any longer, I was sure I would erupt in no time.

Wrapping my arms around her back, I pulled her towards me, causing her to fall on my torso, her breasts squashed against my chest, those thick nipples seeming to burn into my chest. With my cock still firmly impaled inside her squishy wet cunt, I rolled her on to her back, and got on top of her. Positioning myself between her legs on my knees, I thrust a pillow under her ass, getting her tight gaping pussy to the right height for my cock. As I pulled my cock out of her wet pussy, she clutched the sheets, and began to thrust her hips upwards towards me, as if begging me to thrust my cock into her. Taking hold of her legs, I pushed them backwards towards her torso, making her bend her legs at the knees, and making them stick out in the air. Rubbing my cock at the slit of her sloppy wet hairy pussy, I asked her "Acchhaa lag raha hai, Rani..." She looked into my eyes with that same doleful look, and whimpered back "Haan saheb ... haan ... haan ... mujhe aur mat tadpaao..." throwing her head from side to side.

With a groan, I straightened my legs, and supporting myself with my arms on either side of her head, thrust my bloated hard cock into the depths of her pussy again. She cried out "Ohh maa..." And grabbing hold of my muscular arms began to emit low throaty moans. As I looked at the dressing table mirror by the side of the bed, I was thrilled to see the sight of the innocent young dark-skinned Rani, on her back on my bed, with her legs sticking out straight up in the air, getting fucked hard by me, her body shuddering each time I rammed my cock into her. She too seemed to see where I was looking, and as her eyes met mine in the mirror, her orgasm hit her, causing her to thrash her lithe body violently on the bed, and her legs wrapping tight around my back.

Her hips bucked up spasmodically, as she bit her lips hard again, and let out a low throaty groan, her pussy juices gushing out of her pussy, and trickling down her ass on to the bed. "Saheb..." She nearly screamed, grabbing hold of my arms, with a pleading look into my eyes, as if begging me for something. As my penis began to tremble, and my jism began to boil inside my balls, the realization hit me that she was probably scared of getting pregnant if I came inside her. With a groan, I pulled myself hastily out of her, just as my slipper wet cock gave a violent jerk, and the first spurt of my hot cum blasted out of the sit of my cock head. The orgasm was so strong, that my first burst shot out of my cock, and landed on top of her left breast. As I arched my back and threw my head back, I groaned "Ohh Rani..." She immediately took hold of my jerking cock and fisted me vigorously, causing my remaining semen to shoot out of my rampaging cock and land on her belly and the underside of her quivering dark breasts.

To Be Continued..

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Part - 15

As my orgasm subsided, I got off from between her spread thighs, and fell back on the bed, my spent cock still jerking sporadically and my jism oozing out in dribbles. As I closed my eyes, I felt her turn to her side and resting her torso on my thighs took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently. With a moan, she took my cum-soaked cock into her mouth, and began to lick it earnestly with her tongue, as if coaxing my cock to let out the last remains of semen. Feeling pity course through me, I pulled her head away from my cock and looking into her eyes said "Nahin Rani ... tumhe yeh karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..." She once again looked into my eyes with that same grateful expression, even as she pumped my cock slowly, causing the last of my cum to dripple out of the swollet blood-gorged mushroom-shaped tip of my cock.

As I lay back exhausted, I felt her let go off my cock and sit up on the bed by my side, her hands gently caressing my chest. Looking into her eyes, I saw that was a look of infinite tenderness in her eyes. As I smiled at her, she smiled back shyly, and asked me in a quivering voice "Saheb ... aapko achhaa lagaa... ?" I replied with a sigh "Haan, Rani ... bahut acchaa laga..." "Saheb, aapne ... aapne mere liye ... mere liye ... usko baahar ... bahaar nikala na..." she asked hesistatingly, referring to my pulling out of her just before I came. "Haan Rani..." I replied softly. "Saheb ... aap bahut acche insaan hai ... aap babut acchhe hain..." she said solemnly, her eyes looking down, and her hand continuing to caress my chest. "Tu dil ki bahut acchhi hai Rani..." I replied to her in earnest, squeezing her arms.
As she blushed and smiled gratefully, I asked her to go to the bathroom and get a towel after soaking it in water. She quickly got up from the bed, and gathering her scattered clothes, ran to the bathroom. She returned a while later, clad only in her ghagra, her breasts still bared, clutching the wet towel. As she sat down by my side, and began to wipe the semen off my belly, I took the towel from her hand, and began to wipe her body instead. As I took care to wipe her breasts, belly and neck clean of my semen; she held on to my thighs and gazed at me with a look of infinite gratefulness.
After cleaning me thoroughly, she got up from the bed, and stood there looking at me. "Ab main kapde pahen loon, saheb..." she asked me tentatively. I replied in the affirmative, and I proceeded to pull on my shorts and a t-shirt. As she finished putting on her clothes, extracted a 500-rupee note from my wallet, and pressed it into her hand. She looked up into my eyes, and said "Saheb ... iski ... iski koi zaroorat nahin hai ... mere liye ... mere liye to bas ye bahut badi baat hai ki ... ki aapne mujhe kaam par rakha hai..." Cupping her face gently, I said "Rani ... yeh main tujhe khushi se de raha hoon ... mana mat karo..." She lowered her head, and took the proffered money in both her hands, folding her hands submissively. Looking up at my face, she said softly "Saheb ... main aapki daasi hoon ... aapko jab bhi meri zaroorat ho ... main ... main aapke liye haazir rahoongi..." Not knowing what to say, I just pulled her towards me and embraced her, pressing her small body to mine. She clung on to me gratefully.
After a while I let go off her, and told her "Ab tu jaa, Rani ... tujhe kaam par jaana hoga..." As she turned to leave, she hesitated, and said "Saheb ... Pushpa ne aapse poochne ko kaha thhaa ... ki kal ... kal kya woh aa sakti hai ... akeli ... aapki seva karne ke liye... ?" As I looked at her troubled face, I could sense a twinge of jealousy on her face, knowing that Pushpa was also desperately to get me to fuck her. "Rani ... Pushpa meri seva karna chaahti hai paiso ke liye ... woh teri tarah dil ki acchhi nahin hai ... is liye yeh main tere pe chhod raha hoon ... aga tu chaahti hai ki woh aakar meri seva kare ... to tu use bhej de ... warna tu usko bol de ki usko aane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..."
She seemed to be caught between conflicting emotions, and after a moment's hesitation replied "Saheb ... main ... main kya boloon ... bas itna kahoongi aapse ki ... ki agar Pushpa nahi hoti to mujhe yeh kaam kabhi nahi milta ... is liye ... is liye main usko kabhi mana nahi kar sakti ... is liye ... aap agar usko apne paas aane denge ... to mere liye ... mere liye bahut acchhaa hoga..." Knowing that my smart ploy had worked, I replied with a smile "Theek hai Rani ... tu bolti hai to main usko rakh loonga..." She took hold of my hand gratefully, and said "Saheb ... aap chinta mat karo ... woh bhi aapki acchhi seva karegi ... main usko sab samjha doongi ... aapko jo chaahiye woh karegi woh ... aur ... aur ... agar aap chaaho to hum dono aayenge aap ke paas ... saath mein ... aur hum dono aapki seva karenge ... saath mein..." she said with a lot hesitation. Hearing these words, my cock lurched again, at the thought of fucking these two teenage village girls together. I agreed to her proposition, and she left, kissing my hand gratefully before leaving.
After Rani left, I showered and changed into a pair of khakhi shorts and white polo t-shirt. Feeling hungry, I ordered some sandwiches and had a hearty albeit late breakfast. Not being in the mood for lunch, I called up Kalpana aunty's neighbour and asked her to convey to Kalpana aunty that I won't be having luch today since I was going out. Content with my morning fuck, I settled down in the recliner to watch some TV. I had just begun to doze off in front of the TV when the bell rang. Grumbling to myself, I opened the door to see tat it was the buxom matronly 48-year old Mayuri ben. My irritation vanished at the sight of her. Today she was dressed in a pale yellow cotton sari tied the Gujarati way.
I greeted her with a big smile, saying "Oh what a pleasant surprise to see you Mayuri aunty ... come in ... come in ... it's very hot outside" "Oh I just thought I will drop in to see how you are doing beta..." she replied with a broad grin. As she came in, I closed the door behind us. "Please have a seat aunty..." I said, guiding her by her arm to the couch. "Let me get something cold to drink for you..." I said as she settled down on the couch, and wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her sari. "Oh beta ... don't take so much trouble ... I just..." she began to protest, even as I her cut her off. "What trouble, aunty..." I chided her, as I fetched a glass of cold nimbu sharbat from the refrigerator. As she gratefully took the glass from my hand and gulped down the cold juice, I settled down on the couch by her side.
Placing the glass on the center table, she said "Beta ... I just thought I will come and show you the things you bought for me yesterday..." That's when I noticed that she was wearing the brand new gold-rimmed spectacles and the gold-plated watch I had bought for her yesterday. "Oh ... this looks so nice on you ... I was wondering why Mayuri ben is looking so wonderful today..." I said to her with a laugh. As she stretched out her left hand and placed her palm on my thighs, I held her wrist and pretended to look at the watch. Turning to look up at her face, I touched her hair near the frame of her spectacles and said "Bahut acchhaa lag raha hai aunty..." letting my fingers trail down her neck on to her shoulders. With a slow smile, she pressed my palm to her neck, and said "Sab tumhar daya hai beta..." even as I felt my fore-arm press gently against the bulge of her massive breasts under her sari. I just smiled in response, letting my gaze fall to her chest.
As my eyes went to the massive orbs of her humungous breasts under her sari, she squeezed my thigh gently. As I looked up again at her face, I saw that she was gazing at my face intently. Seeing me looking at her, she adjusted the pallu of her sari self consciously. Noticing that she was sweating, with the drops of perspiration rolling down her neck on to her chest, and her blouse soaked at the armpits, I said to her "Why don't we go and sit in the bedroom aunty ... I will switch on the A/C there ... you will feel a little cooler there..." even as I stood up, pulling her by her hand. "Oh beta ... you are very kind..." she said coquettishly, as I led her to the bedroom. Switching on the air-conditioner, I propped up a few pillows against the head-rest of my bed, and asked her to get comfortable. "I will be back in a minute aunty..." I said, even as she sat back against the pillows on the bed and hauled up her legs. I returned a few seconds later with a damp hand towel that was kept in the fridge; a trick I had learnt at my hair cutting saloon.
Walking up to her on the bed, I took off her glasses, and wordlessly began to mop her face gently with the cold towel. "Oh beta ... tum aunty ki liye itna kyun taqleef utha rahe ho..." she began to protest, even as I mopped her forehead and cheeks gently with the cold towel. I just smiled in return. As I wiped her face softly, and moved to her neck, she rested her head back on the head-board of the bed, and looked at me with a content smile. As I moved the towel from the hollow of her neck on to her chest, I pushed the pallu of her sari aside a bit, bringing the deep cleavage at the round neck of her blouse to my view. As my eyes took in the sight of the deep cleavage of her massive breasts encased inside the matching pale yellow blouse, my cock stiffened. My eyes went back to her face, as she placed her hand on my hips and squeezed gently. I looked at her face with lust, as I continued to wipe her neck and shoulders, and saw the broad strap of her black bra peeping out from under her blouse at the shoulder.
Looking at my face with, she said with a smile "Oh Jignesh beta ... main yahaan aayi thhi tumhari seva karne ke liye ... aur tum ho ki aunty ki seva kar rahe ho..." "Aap bhi na aunty ... main kya itna bhi nahi kar sakta aap ke liye..." I replied in protest. Smiling warmly, she replied "Zaroor beta ... tum mere saath kuchh bhi kar sakte ho..." As I looked at this 48-year old matronly college teacher, her hair beginning to grey at the temples, I couldn't help but think how fortunes had changed. This woman, all through my childhood, had been a picture of sternness. And here she was, completely transformed and eager to please me, as I continued to press the cold towel to her face, neck and shoulders.
Putting the towel down on the nightstand, I said to her "Aunty ... aapko jaane ki jaldi to nahin hai na?" "Nahin beta ... mujhe koi jaldi nahin hai..." she replied quickly, looking at me expectantly. "Phir to aap thhodi der yahaan aaram keejiye aunty..." I said to her with a smile. I was still standing on my knees next to her on the bed, and she responed by placing her hands on my waist and gently caressing the sides of my belly. "Zaroor beta ... jo tum kaho..." she replied huskily, clearing her throat, and looking into my eyes intently. "Aap apni sadi kyon nahi utaar dete, aunty ... bahut garmi hai ... aap use utaar kar aaram se baithiye yahaan..." I said to her slowly. Hearing these words, she smiled slowly, almost as if with relief, and replied "Theek hai beta ... jaisa tum kaho..." Getting up from the bed, she proceeded to remove her sari from her shoulders, and began to pull it off her body. As the pale yellow sari came off, I was greeted with the sight of my magnificent Mayuri ben, clad only in her matching yellow petticoat and blouse.
Try as I may, I still could not come to terms with the sheer size of her humungous 42-D breasts, encased so tightly in her yellow blouse. At her age, they did sag, but it was more to do with the sheer weight of those magnificent mammaries, than her age. The outline of the thick-strapped matronly bra was clearly visibile under the pale yellow blouse. She had a generous flabby belly, across which the cord of her petticoat was tied tightly, well above her navel. As she dropped her sari on the floor, she proceeded to loosen the cord of her petticoat, and then retie it much more comfortably, this time well below her belly button. As she looked up at me after that, she caught me looking at her body intently. That made her face flush with embarrassment.
As she came towards the bed, she looked down at me sitting on the bed with my back propped up against the pillows, and said "Beta ... tum bhi apna t-shirt kyon nahi utaar dete..." As I smiled and pulled off my t-shirt, she said slowly "Jignesh beta ... pata hai tumhari body bahut acchhi hai ... tumhe dekhkar aunty ka man karta hai ki kaash aunty bhi tumhaari tarah jawaan hoti..." As she came and sat by my side on the bed, she was looking at my well muscled torso with desire, and gently placed her thick pudgy hand on my chest. I settled down more comfortably in a lying position on the bed, even as she placed one hand on the bed, and began to caress my chest with the other, continuing to gaze at my body with desire.
As her thick pudgy hands grazed my nipples, my cock lurched inside my khaki cut-offs. It was an incredibly sexy sight, the sight of her sitting next to me, leaning forward slightly, the deep cleavage of her massive mammaries right in front of my face, adorned by the black-bead chain she wore around her neck. Continuing to caress my chest, she leaned forward and gently kissed me on my fore-head. She then proceeded to place gentle kisses on my eyelids, my cheeks, and even my ear lobes. As she ran her thick wet tonge inside my ears, I groaned and shuddered with pleasure.
"Acchha lag rahaa hai beta... ?" she whispered hoarsely in my ear, continuing to flick my ear lobe with her tongue. "Haan aunty..." I groaned, grabbing her head by the bun of her hair and pressing her mouth to my ears. Her huge mammaries inside the blouse were now pressing firmly against my chest, and she responded my moving her mouth from my ears to my lips. As I felt those thick lips on mine, I opened my mouth to feel her thick hot tongue enter mine, and kiss me passionately. Her hand, which was caressing my chest, slid down my belly until it reached the waist-line of my khaki cut-offs. My cock was hard and as she placed her palm on the bulge of my cock through the khakis, I groaned once again and pushed my hips upwards.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she looked at me with lust and said "Beta ... yeh ... yeh tumhara aise khada ho gaya hai ... kya yeh aunty ke liye hai?" "Haan aunty ... dekho aapke chhoone se yeh kaisa tankar khada ho gaya hai..." I replied lustily. Hearing my reply, she squeezed my hard cock through my shorts, and groaned "Oh beta..." Looking into her eyes with lust buring my face, I said to her "Aunty ... mujhe aap apne mammon se doodh nahi pilaoge... ?" "Oh mere bete ... mere mammein to tumhare liye hi hai ... main to kab se taras rahi thhi yeh sunne ke liye..." she cried " ... kaash mere mammon mein doodh hota..." her voice trailed off. Straightening her back, she began to quickly unbutton the hooks of her blouse, all the while looking at my face, her face darkened with lust.
As the hooks of her blouse came undone, she opened the flaps of her blouse to bare the black matronly 42-D bra she was wearing inside. They were the old fashioned type, covering almost all of her massive mammary glands, and straining under the weight of the heavy tit-flesh. Reaching behind her back, she quickly undid the hook of her bra, causing the straps to spring loose at the back, and making her heavy boob to settle down with their weight on her bulging belly.
Straightening her back once again, she slid her fingers under the cups of her huge bra, and pulled them up; baring those massive junior volley-balls sized mature mammaries to my sight. As her mammoth mammaries, capped with large brown aereolas and thick black nipples came to my view, I let out out a cry of pleasure and grabbed hold of them. As I grabbed her heavy mature flesh breasts, and began to maul them, she placed her hand on my cheeks and whispered huskily "Chooso beta ... aunty ke mammon ko chooso..." Needing no further invitation, I grabbed her by her shoulder and pulled her towards me. As her massive sagging boobs smothered my face, I opened my mouth and began to lick all over them like a man possessed.
Squeezing the soft pliant flesh of one boob with my left hand, I licked and sucked her other breast, intermittenty biting her thick turgid nipples. She was breathing heavily, even as she caressed my hair and thrust her tits into my mouth. Her hand had by now slid down my belly, and slid into my shorts. As I felt her thick fingers slide inside my boxers and wrap themselves around my raging hard cock, I let out another groan of pleasure, and attacked her breasts with renewed vigor. As she struggled to push down my shorts, I helped her by raising my hips off the bed, and sliding down my khaki shorts and boxers.
While I was pushing down my shorts to bare my big hard cock, she took hold of her right breast in her right hand, and began to feed it to me, pushing the thick wet nipple into my mouth. As I finally managed to get my shorts completely off my legs, I felt her thick pudgy fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock and squeeze gently. As my head fell back on the pillows, she slid her mouth down my chest and began to run her tongue all over my torso, licking my neck, my chest, and my nipples in the process, even as her fingers continued to manipulate my cock teasingly. Her massive tits were now pressed against my belly, those thick turgid nipples grazing my belly button.
As her fingers slid down my shaft and began to manipulate my swollen balls, I groaned "Aunty ... chooso ... chooso mere lund ko..." Hearing these words, she straightened once again, and adjusting her gold-rimmed spectacles, smiled at me gently. She slid off the bed, and positioned herself on her knees on the floor right next to the bed. Pulling my legs towards her, so that they were now partly off the bed, she positioned herself between my spread thighs, my cock standing up rigidly like a flag pole. "Apne pair upar utthao beta..." she whispered urgently, urging me to pull my legs up towards my chest, bent at the knees. As she pushed my legs towards my torso, and held them pressed against my chest with both her hands, she lowered her head and began to lick on my swollen balls with her hot wet tongue.
As I felt her tongue on my balls, I groaned with pleasure and my cock jerked. "Oh aunty..." I cried out, even as she began to tongue my balls earnestly. And then to my shock, she lowered and head further and began to run her tongue along the crack of my outstretched arse! I groaned with intense pleasure, even as she spread my ass-cheeks and pushed her tonge between the crack of my ass, licking my arse-hole with her thick juicy tongue! I threw back my head on the pillow, and squirmed with pleasure. I had never experienced a woman licking my ass-hole below, and my cock was jerking so much now, I was afraid I would shoot my load right there and then.
"Bas aunty ... bas..." I almost screamed, grabbing her by the bun of her hair and pulling her face away from my ass. As she came up, she looked at me with genuine concern in her eyes and asked "Kya hua beta ... tumhe acchhaa nahi lagaa ... maine socha ki..." "Oh aunty..." I cut her off, " ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha thha ki mujhe dar tha ki mera abhi paani na chhoot jaye..." Hearing that, a slow smile of relief and pride came into her face. She was still on her knees on the floor between my outstretched thighs, and with that same lusty smile on her face; she gently took my rampant hard cock in her pudgy hands. She smeared the pre-cum which was oozing out of the tip of my cock, all over my cock, and began to gently stroke me, looking into my eyes with love.
Hefting her massive dangling left breast with her left hand, she took hold of my cock with her right, and began to rub the wet tip of my swollen cock against her thick turgid nipple. This caused my cock to jerk once again, and a fresh lot of pre-cum oozed out of the slit of my blood gorged cock head. Seeing this, she proceeded to heft both of her massive mammaries in her hands, and wrapped them around the shaft of my cock, smearing the pre-cum all along the length of my shaft with those incredibly huge breasts of hers. Trapping my cock in between the valley of her mammoth tits, she began to pump her breasts up and down along the length of my cock, while looking up at my face. I propped myself on the bed supported by my hands behind me, to look at her.
Once again, I couldn't help thinking how incredibly lucky I was to have this busty matue 48-year old widowed college teacher, here between my legs, her hair beginning to grey at the temples, and wearing the gold-rimmed spectacles I had bought her yesterday, pleasuring my cock with those massive breasts of hers, her blouse open, and her matronly bra cups pushed up above those incredibly massive sagging breasts.
Reaching out to caress her cheeks with my hand, I said to her urgently "Aunty ... please ... mera lund chooso na..." Continuing to hold both her breasts around my cock, and pump my cock between them, the mammaries slapping against my thighs each time they came down, she said between breaths "Beta ... main ... main tumko usse bhi acchha kuchh bataati hoon..." "Woh kya aunty..." I asked her between gasps, fearing that my cock would erupt any time between her mammoth tits. "Beta ... aunty ko tumhara lund chuswane ki jagah ... tum ... tum apne lund se ... apne lund se aunty ke moonh ko chodo..." she managed to say in a husky whisper, still pumping my cock with her breasts. My cock almost erupted hearing these words. My 48-year old Mayuri ben was asking me to fuck her mouth! Pretending not to understand what she was saying, I asked her innocently "Mujhe samajh mein nahi aaya aunty ... woh kaise karoon main..."
With a knowing smile, she replied "Aunty tumhe samjhayegi beta ... aunty tumhe sab kucch sikhayegi ... tum chinta mat karo..." her motherly instincts taking over. Letting go off my cock, she shifted herself with difficulty and sat down on the floor. Sitting on the floor, with her back resting against the bed, she asked me to come in front of her. Caressing my thighs as I stood infront of her, she said "Ab beta ... tum apne lund ko aunty ke moonh mein dalo ... aur ... aur aise karo jaise ... jaise ki tum aunty ko ... aunty ko choot mein chod rahe ho..." As I looked at my 48-year old Mayuri ben sitting on the floor like this, legs stretched out, her petticoat pulled up almost to her thighs, her blouse open, and her bra cups pulled up, her massive pendulous breasts hanging free and resting on her belly, inviting me to fuck her mouth, I couldn't help but feel power course through my body.
Placing my legs on either side of her thighs, I bent my knees slightly, and taking my cock in my hand, rubbed it against her face, finally bringing it to rest against her thick coarse lips. As my wet cockhead touched against her lips, she parted her lips, and with a groan I pushed my swollen cock into her open mouth. "Ummhhhh..." she moaned, as my thick cock slid into her waiting moist mouth. She responded by lashing her tongue against my thick cock, and grabbing hold my ass to push my cock deeper into her mouth. As she rested her head against the bed, I grabbed her by her hair and began to thrust my cock into her willing mouth.
As my cock slid into her mouth and almost pushed against her throat, she gagged and her throat constricted around my cock head, causing her shudder involuntarily. I hastily pulled out my cock out of her mouth, even as her saliva drooled out of the sides of her mouth. "Aunty..." I began to say with concern, only to have her cut me off by saying "Nahi beta ... chinta mat karo ... tum karo ... bas ab aunty ko yeh karne ke aadat nahi hai na ... isliye..." With that, she pulled me by my hips and once again helped me push my cock into her mouth. This time, she adjusted better, and took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. As I began to fuck her mouth, the length of my cock disappearing into her willing mouth with each thrust, I felt my heavy swollen balls slap against her chin. She grabbed hold of her breast with one hand and began to squeeze it hard, her other hand supporting my buttocks and guiding my cock into her mouth.
By now, I was beyond myself, and grabbing hold of the bun of her hair, began to thrust my cock into her mouth vigorously. As my cock ravaged the throat of this 48-year old neighbouring aunty, she gagged a couple of times, causing a mixture of her saliva and bile to dribble out of the sides of her mouth, sliding down her chin to fall on her heaving breasts. As I fucked her mouth relentlessly, my thick cock stretching her throat, her head pushed back on the bed, I saw that she was struggling to breathe. Feeling a tinge of pity for her, I pulled out my cock out of her mouth. As my wet cock slid out of her mouth, she took in deep breaths, her massive chest heaving with the effort.
Looking down at this mature widow between my legs, as she adjusted her glasses and took in deep lungfuls of breath, my cock jerked spasmodically, my swollen cum-filled balls threatening to explode. Wiping her mouth with the back of her pudgy hands, she looked up at me and smiled her face and chin wet with her drooling saliva. Opening her mouth, she once again guided my cock into her mouth. As I looked down at my cock disappearing into her willing mouth once again, I also noticed that she was pulling up her petticoat and spreading her outstretched thighs, bringing her massive thunderous thighs to my view. Slding her hands inside her old fashioned black panties, she began to finger her vagina with gusto, even as I continued to fuck her mouth had, my balls slapping against her chin. The sight of her fingering her pussy as I fucked her mouth drove me wild.
I had originally planned to cum in her mouth, but seeing what she was doing I changed my mind and said to her between gasps "Aunty ... aunty ... mujhe aapko ab chodna hai..." "Oh beta ... tumne to mere dil ki baat sun li..." she said as I slid my cock out of her mouth, "Dekho ... aunty ki choot kitni geeli ho gayi hai..." she continued, as she quickly slid off her black old-fashioned cotton panties of her legs, her petticoat pulled up to bare her hairy cunt. I noticed that she had trimmed the hair on her pussy, and I could see the thick puffy lips of her pussy through the trimmed black hair. The sight of her spreading her massively fat thighs, and thrusting two fingers inside her sopping wet hairy pussy drove me mad. I quickly lay down on the bed, my legs dangling from the bed, and beckoned for her to come on top of me. She got up heavily from her sitting position, and clambered on top of me. Placing her knees on either side of my waist, she proceeded to haul up her petticoat.
The heavy old woman that she was, with some difficulty she positioned herself such that her thick puffy mature pussy was positioned right above my cock. The leaning forward, she rested her left hand on the bed next to my head to support herself, which caused her massive boobs to swing lusciously right in front of my face. With her right hand, she reached between her thighs and taking hold of my rigid shaft, guided it to the opening of her mature gash. With a groan, she sat down on me, driving my throbbing manhood right into the depths of her soppy wet cunt. As she felt the girth of my cock fill up her mature well used cunt, she let out a grunt of pleasure, and groaned "Oh mara dikra ... chod mane ... chod taari Mayuri maasi ne..." With that she settled her weight fully on my pelvis, and began to rock back and forth on my cock.
I had said earlier that the feeling of my cock in her wet cunt was akin to dipping my cock in a vat of hot oil. The heavy woman that she was, I had difficulty in bearing the weight of her massive body on my pelvis. By now, she had closed her eyes, and resting both her hands on either side of my face, began to grind her hips on mine, causing my cock to slide back and forth in the depths of her pussy. Those humungous mammaries dangling in front of my face were difficult to resist, and I grabbed them greedily with both hands. Mauling on them mercilessly, I pinched and rolled her thick turgid nipples between my fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. Not content with the position in which she was fucking me, she straightened her back and with some difficulty, sat on her haunches in a squatting position. Her cunt was so deep and wide that I could imagine it was difficult for a cock of my size to fill her.
As she reached forward to support herself on my chest, I could see her massive thighs spread wide and her crotch, those thick lips of her pussy spread wide showing the dark red flesh inside, and my cock entering her pussy. To my amazement, this heavy mature 48-year old woman then began to raise her hips and thrust her pussy down on my raging manhood. Her whole massive body shuddered each time she thrust down on my cock, driving my cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her mature cunt. The weight of her body driving down on my cock, her impossibly huge fat ass hitting against my swoleen balls, was making me wince with some pain. But she was past caring, and with her a look of lust in her eyes, looked me in my eyes, and continued to hump me heavily.
Seeing that she was beginning to tire with the effort of fucking me from top, I grabbed hold of her huge ass and helped her move her ass. However, she soon collapsed on me, her breath coming in short gasps, and her humungous pendulous breasts squashed against my chest. I helped her roll off my body, and got her to turn around on her belly, and get on all fours. As I looked at the mirror by the side of the bed, I was greeted with the most erotic sight of my horny 48-year old Mayuri ben on all fours on my bed, her blouse open to allow her humungous mammaries to dangle freely, and her petticoat pulled up to expose her massive thighs and the impossibly huge and fat ass. Grabbing hold of her fat ass, I positioned myself on my knees behind her, and taking hold of my cock with one hand, rubbed the tip against her bared arse-hole and the gaping wide opening of her pussy below. As I ran my finger tip on the opening of her anus, she shivered and looked at me in the mirror.
As my eyes met hers in the mirror, she said hoarsely "Beta ... main jaanti hoon ki Mayuri maasi ke choot tumhare liye bahut dheeli padti hai ... agar tum ... tum chaaho to ... to tum aunty ki ... aunty ki ghaand bhi maar sakte ho..." Hearing this incredibly filthy and coarse words from the mouth of this college teacher, I was almost tempted to ram my cock into her arse-hole. But I just smiled at her in the mirror, and caressing her ass said to her "Is baar nahi aunty ... is baar main aapki choot ka swaad chakhna chaahta hoon ... lekin agli baar main zaroor aapki ghaand ka bhi mazaa loonga..." In response to my answer, she reached between her thighs under her, and parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers, said to me in a hoarse voice "To phir der kaisi Jignesh beta ... daal do apna lund aunty ki choot mein ... aur chodo tumhari Mayuri maasi ko jaldi..."
Needing no further encouragement, I guided my cock to the opening of her open mouthed cunt, and rammed my cock into the depths in one swift motion. As I buried my cock to the hilt inside her wet cunt, she cried out in pleasure, and buried her face in the pillow on the bed. I began my final assault on her, by supporting myself on one knee and one leg, and rapidly thrusting my hard cock in and out of her pussy. As my hips slammed into her fat ass with each thrust, her ass quivered and her massive breasts shook like a balloon filled with water. Reaching out to cup the pliant flesh of her huge fleshy brown-skinned breasts, I began to fuck her with all my strength. She was moaning continuously now, and pushing her ass back towards my ravaging cock, trying to take more and more of my hard cock into her pussy. The sight of my big hard cock disappearing between the depths of her fat ass, ploughing the depths of her mature hot cunt, drove me wild, and I began to slap her ass cheeks.
This only aroused her further and she began to scream to me in a coarse guttural way "Oui maa ... hai ... chod mujhe dikra ... chod mujhe jor se ... rukna mat ... hai ... hai ... hai..." My relentless fucking was beginning to have its effect on her, and I could see her grab the bedsheet, even as her cunt began to contract and squeeze my cock. "Oui maaa..." she screamed as her orgasm hit her, and her cunt began to contract spasmodically on my cock, her ass shuddering violently. That was the straw on the camel's back for me, and I eruped with a loud groan, sending spurt after spurt of hot boiling semen into the depths of her cunt. As her orgasm ravaged her body, she collapsed on the bed, and I fell on top of ass, my cock still buried inside her hot molten cunt.
As I collapsed on her back, she kept gasping "Oh beta ... oh beta..." again and again, struggling to catch her breath. I too was having trouble getting my breath, even as my cock jerked for one final time inside her pussy, and the last of my cum oozed out of my cock. I could feel the copious amount of cum I had shot into her pussy, ooze out of her slit, and flow out. When I finally rolled off her back on to mine, she turned to look at me and said with a smile "Mazaa aaya beta?" even as she hefted one of her humungous tits, and rubbed it against my cheeks. Taking her proferred teat into my mouth, I mumbled "Haan bahut mazaa aaya aunty ... kaash main aapke in bade mammon se doodk pee sakta..." my mouth chewing on her nipples and suckling on her breasts like a hungry child.
Caressing my face, and wiping the sweat off my brow, she said with a little chuckle and a merry twinkle in her eyes "Koi baat nahi beta ... aunty uska bhi intazaam kar degi tumhare liye..." as she smiled enigmatically. "Kya matlab aunty" I asked with genuine curiosity. "Woh aunty ki taraf se tumhare liye surprise present hoga ... bas kal tak intazaar karna" she once again replied enigmatically, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Realizing I was not going to get any answers from her at that time, I asked her "Aur aunty ... aap mujhe kab mauka doge ... aapki ghaand mein mera lund daalne ka..." Laughing, she patted my face and said, "Uske liye to tumhe intazaar karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... woh to tum jab chaaho kar sakte ho..." I just laughed in return and kissed her on the mouth.
Later as she was putting on her sari, she said to me "Beta ... maine jo kal kaha thha woh yaad rakhna ... jab bhi tumhe meri zaroorat ho ... tum mere paas aa jaana ... aunty tumhare liye hamesha taiyaar rahegi ... and tumhari har seva karegi..." I just smiled and hugged her huge body warmly, pressing myself against her plush mammaries. "Main jo tumse bolne aayi thhi ... woh to bhook hi gayi thhi ... aaj meri beti Amisha ka birthday hai ... to hamne ghar par aaj shaam ko ek party rakhi hai ... tum aaoge na beta?" she asked pleadingly. "Oh" I said with surprise, "Zaroor aaoonga aunty..." I replied quickly.
The thought of meeting Mayuri ben's sexy young teenage daughter was not a chance I was going to let by. I had even figured out what birthday present I would buy her. As she finished putting on her clothes, she said "Main usko bol rahi hoon ki uske doston ke liye main ghar par hi khaana banaoongi ... par woh zid kar rahi hai ki usko bahar hotel se khaana mangwana hai ... usi ko lekar ghar par moonh phulakar baithi hai who ... tum hi bataao main kya karoon ... bahar hotel se khaana mangwana itna mehenga padta hai..." she continued to complain in a meek voice. Putting my arms around her, I said "Arre aunty ... mere hote huey aap in sab cheezo ki kyun chinta karti ho ... aap meri itni seva karte ho to main kya apni Amisha ke liye itna bhi nahin kar sakta?" I chided her. "Aap chinta mat karo ... khaana main hotel ke catering se intazaam kar doonga ... aap bas sirf nashte ka intazaam kar dena..." "Oh beta ... nahin nahin..." she began to protest.
But I knew fully well that that was precisely the reason she had come to me again and let me fuck her. She needed my help. With a smile, I said "Bas baat khatam aunty ... khane ka intazaam ho gaya samajh lo ... Amisha ko keh dena uske Jignesh bhaiya ne sab intazaam kar diya hai..." On an after thought, I took my wallet from the drawyer and handed her 3 five hundred rupee notes. Pressing it into her hands, I said to her tenderly "Yeh rakh lo aunty ... aaj nashta aur doosra samaan khareedne mein kaam aayenge..." "Beta..." she began to protest. I just cut her off by pressing my mouth to hers, and kissing her passionately. She hugged me tightly, and then as I let go off her, she took my hands into hers and kissed the back of my palms gratefully. "Thank you beta ... thank you..." she said gratefully, kissing my hand again. I helped her out the door, promising to be at her place for her daughter's birthday party in the evening.
After Mayuri ben left, I quickly dressed and went to the city. There I bought a brand new BSA SLR Lady Bird bicycle for Mayuri ben's daughter as a birthday gift for her. I also bought a bottle of expensive foreign perfume for her, which was gift-wrapped nicely. After arranging for the bicycle to be delivered at my place in the evening, I headed back. I took a quick nap, and got up towards evening. Taking a quick shower, I changed into a fashionable kurta and jeans. The bicycle I had bought for Amisha had been delivered to my place a while back. I headed to Mayuri ben's place with the bicycle, picking up a bouquet of flowers on the way.
As I reached their house, I saw many bicycles parked outside, which probably belonged to Amisha's friends who would have come for her birthday party. I was pleased to note that not one of them was a LadyBird. Since the door was open, I walked in confidently and announced "So where's the birthday girl!" At once, Amisha jumped up from where they were all sitting in the living room, and exclaimed "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... we were waiting for you only to cut the cake ... aapne kitni der laga di..." Handing her the flowers, I said "Happy b'day Amisha ... sorry I got late..." "Oh thank you so much bhaiya..." she said coquettishly, blinking her eyes, as she took the flowers from my hands.
She was wearing her college uniform of the beige coloured skirt and white shirt, and I couldn't help but notice how her firm 32-B breasts strained in their bra under her white college shirt. Taking hold of my hand, she said "Bhaiya ... let me introduce you to my friends..." There were 6 girls and 2 boys in all, all still in their college uniforms, though some of them had got rid of their tie. As I was introduced one by one to this gang of sexy teenage collegegirls, my cock gave a twitch of appreciation inside my jeans.
First up, there was Krutika, by far the sexiest girl of the lot, who also happened to be Amisha's best friend. She was incredibly fair, with short fashionably cut hair, and a Barbie doll like face. Her body was well developed for her age, and by the way her tits strained inside the white college shirt, I guessed she wore a 32-C cup bra. Then there was a thin Punjabi girl by the name of Gunjan, who just couldn't stop giggling as I shook her hands. She was tall and really slender, and by the shape of her pert little 30-B breasts in the white shirt, I could make out that she wore a petticoat under the shirt instead of a bra. Her hair was tied in two braids that lay on either shoulder. The third teengage girl was the type of which male fantasies are made of. She was a plump moon-faced Bengali teenager by the name of Moushmi, whose breasts you just could not help take note of.
Her structure was a lot like Sejal in many ways, with hair tied in a single pony tail, except that she was a shade darker, and not as cute. Her breasts were huge for her size, and I estimated that she, like Sejal, was atleast a 36-C. She was the shy type, and was conservatively dressed in skirt which was longer than that of most of the other girls, reacing down well below her knees to her calves.
Then there was this dark, thin and sexy South Indian teenager named Mini, who oozed sexiness from every part of her body. She was dusky, with hair tied in a single pony tail, and seemed a little cocky in her attitude. The top button of her shirt was left fashionably open, and I could see that she was also the type who only wore a bra (no petticoat) under her shirt, the size being similar to that of Amisha, i.e., a 32-B.
The other two girls were Rakhi and Gayathri. Rakhi was an average looking Maharashtrian girl, wheat complexioned and with rather non-descript tits. Gayathri, on the other hand, was a big girl, by any standards, and almost as tall as me. She was from Andhra, dark skinned, with a huge 'Gajini' type body, and really well-developed 34-B breasts, and a really massive ass. The two boys in the group were rather out of place, and I did not care to remember their names.

To Be Continued