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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 73

"Come on ... let's get something cold to drink on the way back..." I announced cheerfully, wanting to get out of that place quickly for some reason. Though I didn't want to admit it, Amisha's leaving us, coupled with Krutika's rather cool demeanour, had put me off. "OK ... help me up..." Sarla bhabhi spoke with her trademark girlish coquettishness, extending her hands to Biju. Ever ready to oblige, Biju took hold of both her hands, and pulled her up easily.

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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 74

Letting go of her left leg, I got her to place her right foot on my knee, and repeated the same, even as she watched me silently, with a shy smile on her face. The first time I'd seen her at Amisha's party, she'd come across as a tease, confident in her abilities to seduce guys with her flirtatious mannerisms, and sexy body. However, now I was beginning to see her in a new light. Underneath that dusky, seductive exterior, lay an uncomplicated, straightforward girl; and I liked her even more for being that.

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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 75

As I came into the living room, my jeans slung over my shoulder, Sarla bhabhi stood up and said "Come on in ... let me give you something to change into..." smiling at me, as she glanced appreciatively at my chest under the waist, before taking hold of my hand, and leading me to her son's bedroom. As she bent forward, rummaging through her son's clothes in the cupboard, the robe fell forward at the front, I was stunned to see the upper portion of her milky white succulent breasts!

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

[Heisenberg]

Part -76

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

Something didn't sound right. In my quest to possess them sexually, was I in some way exploiting some emotional vulnerability of these young impressionable girls that made them feel that they were in love with me? Was I being honest with them, when I replied with the automatic "I love you too..."? As I lay there, trying to deal with my own emotional conflicts, I heard Mini say "Bhaiyyaa... ?" squeezing my fingers gently, as if asking me for what I had to say about her baring her heart to me.
As much as I prided myself on being a smooth talker around these girls, all of a sudden, I found myself at a total loss for words. Realizing how humiliating silence could be for a girl who'd bared her heart to you, I simply pulled her hand which was clasping mine, towards my lips, and kissed them. "Thank you for considering me worthy of your love, Mini..." I found myself saying, my voice sounding strangely hollow to my own ears.
Even as tried to resond by just kissing her hand, I was dreading the moment when she would ask me if I too felt the same way about her. Mercifully, and much to my relief and surprise, she did not; content to deal with her feelings even without any explicitly stated concurrence from me. And in all fairness, I loved her for that.
Taking her hand in mine again, I kissed it ardenly, before placing it on my chest, and holding it there. In an incredibly touching gesture, I felt this sexy, young girl, pull my hand towards her once again, and press it to her bosom, letting my hand come in contact with the incredible firmness of her young, tender breasts under that oversized night gown!
Despite my emotional, and somewhat miserable, frame of mind, I found my cock hardening almost instantly inside my underwear. "Oh, Mini ... don't do that ... it arouses me so much..." I found myself saying, my voice an almost helpless plea. I had expected her to go stiff, taken aback by my expression of lust, especially when she was in such a tender frame of mind. To my surprise, she only let out a little sigh, and pressed my palm harder to her young, firm breasts! It was as if she was trying to convey not just her assent, but also her desire to me, without uttering a word.
"Mini..." I groaned huskily, my fingers automatically closing around the inredible hardness of her young, tennis-ball like, 32-B breasts, through her maxi and the simple cotton bra underneath. As with most college girls her age, she wore a simple white cotton bra, devoid of any padding or lace, and as my fingers involuntarily squeezed her breasts through them, I realized to my amazement that her bra was undone from the back, allowing it to crumple in my grasp like some second skin!
My insatiable cock was almost fully erect now, creating a visible bulge inside the comfortable track pants I wore, and I found my free left hand instinctively reach down to squeeze it through my underwear. In the flickering light from the TV, and the orangish glow from the neon street lamps outside the window, I saw her eyes catch this involuntary gesture of mine. Continuing to hold my hand pressed to her bosom with her left hand which was under her side, she reached out to once again place her right hand on my chest.
With an almost guility sigh, I placed my hand over hers on my chest, and slowly pushed it down towards my groin, till it came to rest on hard bulge of my cock under those thick track pants, and my briefs inside. Pressing her slender palm to the hardness of my cock through my pants, I whispered huskily "Mini ... I'm sorry ... but this is what you do to me..." my voice choked with guilt and lust at the same time. I felt her slender fingers tremble under mine as I got her to feel my hard cock under the thick fabric of my slacks.
"Bhaiyyaa..." I heard her cry out in a whisper, even as her trembling fingers automatically clasped the rigid shaft of my cock through my track pants. At the same time, my fingers too automatically closed around the incredible firmness of her tender, young, tennis-ball sized breasts; her tiny erect nipples protruding through her loosened bra and the thin, cotton maxi that she wore. Realizing that I was on the verge of getting physical with the teenage Mini, I found myself automatically glancing in the direction of the passage from the living room towards the rest of the house, to check on Sarla bhabhi and Biju, who were in the two separate bedrooms.
The passageway from the living room terminated in the door of the master bedroom in which Sarla bhabhi slept, with the entrance to the kitchen and a common toilet on the right side, while the door to the second bedroom (in which Biju slept) was on the left. From where I lay in the living room, I could see that the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom was closed. However, even though I could not see the door of the other bedroom from where I lay, I could make out that the door was ajar, due to a dim ray of light that fell into the passage from one of the windows opposite to the door in the bedroom.
Nervous of being seen by Biju, in case he happened to come out of the bedroom to go to the toilet or kitchen, I decided to check on him. Mini had seen me glancing in the direction of the passage, and understood what I was concerned about, for she too was looking there with a nervous expression on her face. Patting her hand silently, I got up quietly, and decided to have a look into Biju's bedroom on the pretext of going to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I got up without making any noise, and padded silently towards the passageway, I saw that the door was not fully closed.
As my eyes had got accustomed to the darkness now, I could clearly see a dim ray of light falling into the passage, from the light of the streetlight outside the bedroom window, including the shadow of a study table inside the room, adjacent to the door. As I crept noiselessly into the kitchen, I threw a furtive glance at the door of the bedroom, trying to peer into the room to check if Biju was asleep.
As I passed into the darkness of the kitchen, I thought I heard faint whispers from inside the bedroom. Unsure of whether my ears were playing tricks on me, I slid next to the entrance of the kitchen and peered into the bedroom, through the door of the bedroom, which was left ajar. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness inside the bedroom, save for the faint light that filitered through the glass window, my heart skipped a beat!
For there, outlined in the faint light that filtered through the window of the bedroom, was the unmistakeable form of Sarla bhabhi, sitting on the edge of Biju's bed! I blinked my eyes rapidly to make sure that my eyes were not playing tricks on me. As I stood there inside the kitchen, safe in the darkness, I realized that this was not my imagination; for it was indeed Sarla bhabhi sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to where Biju lay. My mouth went dry as I watched; my imagination running wild as I wondered what she was doing there.
She had her back towards the door, and even as I watched, my eyes seeing better in the faint light with each passing moment, she leaned forward and whispered something to him, the sounds barely reaching my ears. I was frozen to my spot, afraid to even breathe, as I peeped into the bedroom. My mind was racing as I furiously tried to figure out what she was doing there. I thought I heard something like a whispered groan, and when I squinted to peer into the darkness inside, I could make out Biju nodding something to Sarla bhabhi vigorously, his pearly white teeth glinting in the light that fell from the window.
It was amazing how the human eye could aquit itself to darkness when needed, for by now, I was able to clearly make out the outline of Biju too, who lay there on the bed. That's when my keen ears picked up the soft rustling sounds of something moving against the sheets, and realized that Sarla bhabhi's right hand, which was hidden from my view, was moving slowly across Biju's pelvis.
It was the slow movements of her hand that were creating the soft rustling sounds, even as I saw, rather than heard, her whisper something softly to Biju. Suddenly, a form emerged out of the darkness and literally bumped into me, and I almost leapt out of my skin. It was Mini, who wondering what was taking me so long, had crept up noiselessly to the kitchen in search of me. Startled at bumping into me, crouching in the dark next to the door of the kitchen, she opened her mouth only to be cut off my me, who clamped my had across her mouth, and urged her with my eyes to be silent.
Pulling her into the safety of the darkness in the kitchen, I got her to crouch on the floor in front of me, and pointed in the direction of the partly open bedroom door. It took a while for Mini's eyes to get accustomed to the semi-darkness inside the bedroom, and when she saw what I'd seen, her mouth opened in a silent cry of astonishment, and her hand flew to her mouth. What both of saw next, inside the bedroom, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine; for we both could now clearly see that Sarla bhabhi was slowly jerking off the strapping, young, dark skinned Biju!
She had slid forward slightly on the bed towards his chest, and outlined in the dim light filtering through the glass window, I could clearly see her milky white fingers wrapped around the shaft of his penis, gently stroking them. As I watched this incredibly shocking, yet erotic scene, the first thing I noticed was how long and thick Biju's strapping, young cock was.
Even in the semi darkness, I could make out that he was endowed with a seriously big dick, at least 7 inches long, and thick as an iron rod, easily bigger than my average sized 6-inch cock that I was so proud of. I felt Mini go stiff like a corpse, and goose bumps come up on her slender arms, where I held her close to me, crouched in the shadows inside the kitchen. I was reminded of how I had, for the very first time, spied on Kalpana bhabhi taking care of her slob of a husband in their bedroom, my partner in crime being their daughter, the sexy Jigna.
And here was I, doing pretty much the same, in the company of a sexy Mallu teenage college girl, spying on her young 18-year old teenage brother, being pleasured by the hot, teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi. My mouth was dry by now, and my cock was rock hard, even as I found myself involuntarily pressing my hardness to Mini's pert little bottom from behind. I was surprised and shocked at the same time, wondering how the hell the affable young fellow from Kerala had managed to get this luscious housewife to jerk him off.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 77

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

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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 78

I couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever seen a man's cock in real before. If she'd not, her state of mind was understandable. However, even if she had seen one before, I could well imagine her condition, since that magnificent cock she'd just seen happened to be that of none other than her affable, young cousin. Her eyes were darting from one place to another, as she tried to come to terms with what we'd just witnessed.

Looking at her in the dark, her prone form illuminated only by the faint light that filtered through the windows, I reached out to offer my left hand to her. She hesitated for a moment, before pulling her right hand from between her thighs, and taking hold of mine. Squeezing her trembling fingers gently, I said "Mini ... all this is perfectly normal ... you should not think that your brother has done something wrong ... or Sarla aunty for that matter..." my voice a whisper, as I tried to soothe her frayed nerves.
From the manner she looked at me, wide eyed, I realized those were precisely the thoughts that were troubling her. Placing her trembling palm on my chest, and patting it gently, I continued "We both saw how attracted Biju was to Sarla aunty, isn't it... ?" trying to explain to her why there was nothing out of the ordinary about what had happened. Seeing her nod imperceptibly, still unsure of her voice, I said "It's not his fault ... after all; Sarla aunty is a very attractive woman, isn't she... ?" questioning her with my eyes. Once again, she nodded quickly, her lips trembling ever so slightly.
"And moreover, Sarla aunty too is human ... isn't it natural that she too would be attracted to a nice, good looking boy like your cousin..." I continued, continuing to gaze at her. As she continued to look at me, as if waiting for me to continue, I said "And when we guys feel very attracted to a woman ... and we get aroused ... you know what happens to us, right... ?" clearing my throat, even as I tried to imagine how all this would have happened.
Taking her palm, which I held against my chest, I pushed it down towards my pelvis, till it came in contact with the rock hard bulge of my cock under that thick track pants. Pressing her trembling fingers to my aroused cock under my track pants, I repeated "You know what happens to us ... right, Mini... ?" looking her in the eye, even as I felt her fingers tremble at the feel of my erection under my clothes. "Yes..." I heard her whisper, her voice a barely audible croak, even as her thin lips trembled.
Keeping her hand on my erection, I continued "So you see ... when Sarla aunty would have gone in to give Biju the bedsheet ... she would have ... you know ... seen ... umm ... Biju masturbating..." my own voice beginning to sound hoarse with arousal. As I mentioned about Mini's teenage cousin brother being caught masturbating my Sarla bhabhi, a little shiver seemed to go through Mini's body, and I heard her breath catch in her throat. Squeezing her trembling fingers on to my hard cock through the track pants, I said quickly "There's nothing wrong with masturbating, Mini ... it's perfectly normal ... even I do it..." trying to reign in her nervousness.
As Mini nodded nervously, continuing to gaze at me through those large, black eyes of hers, I continued "And so ... when Sarla aunty would have accidentally seen that ... she ... umm ... would have felt sorry for him ... and ... would have naturally wanted to help him out..." trying to explain to this sexy, teenage, South Indian teenage girl, how the sequence of events would have panned out, culminating with what we'd just witnessed.
As Mini nodded dumbly, I let go of her hand which was resting on the bulge of my cock, and reaching out to touch her cheek, said softly "If you had seen someone you like ... in that condition ... wouldn't you also have done the same, Mini... ?" my voice thick with arousal, even as I ran my fingers over her thin, trembling lips. "Unhhh..." I heard her gasp ever so softly, her lips quivering, as she clasped my fingers with her left hand, and pressed it to her burning cheeks.
Nodding her head, she managed to gasp "Yes..." her voice a barely audible croak. So hot was the skin of her cheeks that I could almost feel the heat emanating from her body. Pleased that she'd not jerked her right hand away from my erection when I had let go of her hand, I looked into her eyes and said "Like how Biju feels about Sarla aunty ... is how I feel about you, Mini..." running my tongue over my parched lips, even as I felt my throbbing cock twitch involuntarily inside my track pants.
"Bhaiyyaa..." I heard her gasp, as she felt my cock twitch under her fingers. As Mini pressed her burning hot cheeks to the palm of my hand, I couldn't help but notice how different she'd turned out to be. When I'd first seen her at Amisha's place, she'd come across as a flirtatious girl, confident about herself, and trying very hard to be noticed by boys her age. However, as I had come to know her better, I had realized that underneath that seductive exterior, lay a simple, straightforward girl, who could go weak at the knees at my touch.
Sliding my palm downwards from her cheeks, I ran my fingers along her slender neck, till they came to rest on the hollow between her collar bones. I felt her tremble, and pull up her legs in a foetal postion, a shiver running through her body again. I could feel her heart beating frantically under her chest, as I asked "Mini ... can I feel you... ?" my voice thick with arousal. "Unhhh..." was all that she was able to muster, even as she nodded her head apprehensively.
With a groan, I slid my palm down the wide, open, round neck of her oversized maxi, and placed my hand on the swell of her breasts through the bra. A tiny hiss escaped her quivering lips, as she felt my fingers close around the incredible firmness of her young, tender, tennis ball sized through the thin cotton fabric of her undone bra. As my groping fingers slid under the loosened cups of her bra, my fingers came in contact with the hot, burning skin of her teenage breasts.
A little shudder went through her body, as my fingers grazed against the tiny, rock hard, erect nubbins of her not yet fully developed nipples, and I felt the fingers of her right hand close around the shaft of my hard cock through my tracks, even as she involuntarily grasped my wrist. "Oh, Mini ... your breasts feel so good..." I groaned, making it a point to continue speaking to her, realizing she'd had little or no experience of a guy touching her like this. "Bhaiyyaa..." she hissed again, unable to say anything else, even as she hunched her shoulders involuntarily, in response to my hands closing around the incredible hardness of her young 32-B breasts.
Unable to control my arousal any longer, I sat up on the mattress on which I lay. Mini lay on her side, on the sofa, the breeze from the fan causing her oversized maxi to balloon up around her slender legs. Even as she watched me nervously, her heart undoubtedly thudding inside her chest, I slid closer to her and placed my hand on her right leg. In a quick move, I pushed up her thin, loose maxi, bringing her dark, slender legs to my view.
As I ran the palm of my left hand along the smooth skin of her legs, I felt the strength of her firm calf muscles. As she lay there unmoving, watching me through those wide eyes of hers, her breath escaping through her parted lips, I said "You have very strong legs, Mini..." trying to keep talking to her. Her calf muscles were indeed very strong, and I meant what I had said. "Do you play any sport... ?" I asked her softly, continuing to gently caress her calves. "I ... I am on the college hockey team..." I heard her answer, her voice failing her once again. I found myself smiling when I heard that.
There was something about sporty girls that I found very desirable, and I could well imagine how sexy Mini would look playing hockey. That probably explained why her college uniform skirt was a tad shorter than those worn by most other girls. Sliding closer to her till I was sitting on the floor next to her belly, I took her right hand in mine, and bringing it to my lips, kissed the back of her hand gently.
"I think you have a lovely body, Mini ... very sexy..." I said to her gently, even as I looked into her eyes and kissed her hand, my other hand continuing to caress her strong calf muscles. I saw a glimmer of self consciousness flash over her dusky face, as she smiled shyly and answered "Thanks ... thank you, bhaiyyaa..." her voice catching in her throat.
I had pushed her maxi up to her knees, and as I began to push it further up, I felt her twitch nervously, and grab hold of my hand to stop me. When I looked at her, I saw her glance nervously towards the passage that led from the living room to the bedrooms. Leaning forward, till my face was only inches away from hers, I whispered "Don't be scared ... no one is going to come out now..." feeling her hot breath on my face.
As she nodded, her slender lips quivering, I whispered "May I kiss you, Mini... ?" looking into her eyes intently. Even in the semi darkness, I could make out that her eyes were burning with desire, albeit scared. Seeing her nod nervously, I brought my lips to hers, and kissed her ever so gently, running my tongue against her trembling lips softly. I heard a soft moan escape her lips, and a shudder went through her entire body.
Responding with fervor, as if awaiting this moment to let go of her control, the immensely desireable slim, dark teenager flung her arms around my neck, and pressed her mouth to mine, moaning softly. She may have been an awkward kisser, but she more that made up for it with her passion, almost trying to devour my probing tongue.
Taking advantage of her state, I quickly slid my left hand up her legs, feeling her slender, yet strong, muscular thighs. There was something incredibly erotic about feeling the young, strong, slender body of a teenage collegegirl under the borrowed, oversized maxi that she wore; and I caressed her thighs, making her squirm with desire.
As I continued to kiss her passionately, my hand slid up her thigh, till I felt the fabric of the white cotton panties she wore. With a throaty groan, even as my tongue continued to lash against hers, I cupped her petitie, yet firm, mucular buttocks with my hand, and squeezed them gently. Her legs went taut, and she involuntarily thrust her pelvis towards me, unable to control how her body was responding any more.
Letting go of her butt, I slid my hand upwards under her maxi, and marveled at how shapely and firm, her body was. There was not even an ounce of baby fat around her slender waist, and her belly muscles were taut in a way that only those of an athlete could be. As my palm came to rest on her taut, trembling belly, I pulled my lips away from hers, and gazed into her eyes. Her breathing had become shallow by now, and she was watching me wide eyed, her lips trembling.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 79

Even as she continued to watch me, I gently slid both my hands under her maxi, and pushed it up, exposing her young, slender, dark skinned body to me. As she lay there trembling, I slid my hands upwards, relishing the smoothness and firmness of her torso, till my finger tips touched the underside of her hard, teenage breasts.

With a little groan, I pushed up her maxi all the way above her breasts, sliding my fingers under the cups of her undone bra, and yanking them up simultaneously. I gazed at her young, dark skinned body lovingly, which glistened in the faint light from the windows; naked save for the white cotton panties she wore.
Her tender, young 32-B breasts were even more desirable than I had imagined. They were almost perfectly rounded like a tennis ball, the color not as dark as her arms and legs, and were capped by a pair of small, still developing, budding black nipples. My mouth went dry as I gazed at her bared teenage breasts, running my tongue over my lips involuntarily, as I held her maxi pushed up all the way to her neck.
"Miniii..." I groaned huskily, even as I found my hands automatically slide over the rock hard, firm mounds of her still developing breasts; feeling her tiny pebble like black nipples, rub against my palm. It was an incredible sight to see her lying there, nervous, yet expectant, her hot young dark-skinned nubile body bared to my hungry eyes. Watching this teenage, South Indian college girl lying in front of me, I was suddenly possessed with an urge to just possess her. I wanted to consume her young body, and lavish on her all the sexual pleasures that she could possibly imagine.
Pushing her on to her back, I knelt over her body, and ran my cheeks over the erect nubbins of her nipples. I kept caressing her firm, incredibly hard breasts with my cheeks and chin, letting my 2-day old stubble scbang against her aroused nipples. I felt her clamp her thighs together, and grab hold of my hair, her inflamed body unable to contain the sensations that threatened to overcome her.
Cupping my hands to take hold of her incredibly firm breasts, I squeezed them gently, even as I continued to tease her by scbanging my parched lips across them. Without bothering to look at her face, I thrust my tongue out, and began to run it along the sides of her budding, teenage breasts, making her shudder and squirm involuntarily.
Her hands clenched my hair, as she felt my tongue leave wet trails all over her breasts, till they finally reached her painfully erect, tiny nipples. With a soft groan, I gently squeezed one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, even as I began to flick my tongue across the other one. "Bhhaiyyyaa..." I heard her cry out in a hoarse whisper, her fingers tightening on my hair, as I rapidly flicked my tongue across the hard nubs of her nipples, before finally taking them into my mouth.
I was tempted to open my mouth wide, and clamp my mouth over her perfectly rounded breasts, but somehow resisted the temptation. Instead, I just placed my mouth over her breasts, and sucked on them gently, marveling at how hard and firm her tits were, allowing my teeth to graze against the hard-like-a-pebble nipples intermittently. Her naked legs, save for the panties, shot up in the air, and I felt her knees press against my side, even as her body began to squirm uncontrollably, unable to take in the pleasure that I was subjecting her to.
I was intent upon giving her as much pleasure as possible, and moved my mouth down from her breasts, continuing to run my tongue over her taut, trembling belly and the sides of her waist. As my tongue reached the tiny cavity of her belly button, I felt her body jerk upwards from the sofa, and her hands grab hold of my ears in her arousal.
Without pausing, I slid my hands to her thighs, and pushed them apart gently. Bring myself thus in between her legs, still kneeling on the floor by the side of the sofa, I slid my hands under her petitie, muscular buttocks. My face was only inches away from the V of her crotch, covered as it was by those ordinary, white, cotton panties. Even at this distance, I could smell the musky odor of arousal emanating from her panties.
She had somehow managed to prop herself up on her elbows now, as she lay on the sofa, and was straining her neck to gaze at me, her chest heaving. As I hooked my fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties to pull it down, she cried out hoarsely "Noooo, bhaiyyaa ... please..." reaching out to grab my hand. "Please ... no, bhaiyyaa..." she hissed, her eyes wide with fear, and her lips trembling, even as she shook her head from side to side.
Pausing, I looked up at her face, and said sofly "Don't you trust me, Mini... ?" my eyes intently gazing into hers. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." she cried out hoarsely, her lips trembling " ... it's not that ... it's ... it's just that ... I am ... I am very dirty there..." managing to somehow gasp the rest, her entire body trembling in my hands. "Nothing is dirty, baby ... nothing is dirty..." I said to her soothingly, gently caressing her waist with my fingers, even as I smiled gently at her. I loved her for being so conscious about herself in front of me, and being ashamed of baring her vagina to me.
Placing my palm on her crotch, I pressed her tender, young vagina, feeling her crinkly pubic hair through the thin, cotton fabric of her white panties. I could feel that her panties were already slightly moist in the front, and there was the strong musky odor of the secretions from her virgin pussy. Caressing the thin, almost flat mound of her vagina through her panties, I said to her "Your vagina is not dirty, Mini ... it's just wet ... and aroused ... just like my penis is..." my voice soothing and gentle.
"Nooo..." she protested feebly again, shaking her head from side to side with apprehension. "Don't you trust your Jignesh bhaiyya, baby... ?" I asked her softly, tilting my head to one side, and looking her in the eye. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her lips trembled, as she managed to mumble "Yes ... yes, bhaiyyaa..." her voice a barely audible hiss. "Then just relax ... and let bhaiyya show you how much he likes you..." I replied soothingly, smiling at her.
Without waiting for her to respond, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties, and in one smooth motion, pulled it down her thighs. She responded automatically by lifting her buttocks off the sofa, allowing me to pull her panties down her knees, and eventually down her ankles.
As I dropped her panties on the floor, her hand automatically shot down between her legs, desperately trying to cover her bared pussy with the palm of her hands. "Relax, Mini ... I am not going to hurt you ... I am just going to make love to you..." I said soothingly, gently prising her hands away, and baring her young, teenage, virgin cunt to me.
Her pussy had a liberal patch of thick, crinkly, curly black pubic hair, and it was evident that she had not yet started to even trim her hair. "It's beautiful..." I said to her soothingly, even as I gazed lovingly at her virgin cunt bared for my pleasure. Her thighs and buttocks were trembling, and by the way her curly pubic hair glistened in the dim light filtering from the window, I could make out that she was soaking wet.
Not that I needed any visual confirmation, for I could smell her arousal, the musky odor of her womanhood strong in my nostrils. Holding her thigh parted with my left hand, I gently caressed the thick patch of her crinkly pubic hair, letting my fingers graze gently against the lips of her vagina. "Ohhhhh..." I heard her cry out, as her body gave an involuntary jerk, her fingers grabbing hold of my wrist.
Placing my palm on her crotch, I began to gently caress her thin vaginal lips under the crinkly pubic hair with my thumb, simultaneously caressing the insides of her thighs with my other hand. The musky odor of her virgin cunt was strong in my nostrils, and I was aroused to the hilt now; my rock hard cock scaping bulging out from my track pants obscenely.
Parting the the thick patch of curly pubic hair with my fingers, I let my fingers come in contact with the tight slit of her vaginal lips, and began to caress them gently, eliciting gasps from her, her pelvis squirming in my hands. Quickly locating her tiny clitoris hidden between the upper sides of her vaginal lips, I began to rub my thumb against it gently, causing her to buck her hips violently.
"Bhaiyyaa ... please..." I heard her cry out, unable to control herself anymore, even as she reached between her legs to grab hold of my wrist. "Relax, baby ... just trust me..." I said to her soothingly; even as I gently began to pry open the tight lips of her cunt with my fingers. Not wanting to cause her even the least bit of pain, I was gentle with her, my fingers softly caressing her wet vaginal lips. I was in that zone now where all that I cared about was how to give her the maximum pleasure, without scaring her off.
So I got her to place one of her raised legs on my shoulder, her hamstrings resting on my shoulder. Caressing her thigh with my left hand, I began to run my tongue along the inside of her thighs, making her squirm and wriggle violently, unable to bear the stimulation. At the same time, I continued to caress her vulva with my middle finger, and gently slid the tip of my middle finger between the tight lips of her cunt, marveling at the tightness of her teenage, virgin pussy.
"Unnnhhh..." I heard her hiss through clenched teeth, as she felt my fingers beging to probe the mouth of her virgin cunt, stimulating and arousing her at the same time. Gradually, I slid my tongue along the inside of her thighs towards her cunt, till I felt her curly, dark pubic hair tickle the side of my lips. Averse as I was to the feel of hair in my mouth, I still went ahead and pressed my lips to her moist, tender pussy, eliciting a soft, prolonged, cry of shock and pleasure from her.
"Noooo ... bhaiyaaaa ... nooo..." she almost begged, as I held her thighs in place, and gently clamped my mouth on her tender, young, cunt. "Why, baby ... what happened... ?" I asked her softly, momentarily raising my head from between her slender, outstretched thighs. "I'm dirty there, bhaiyyaa..." she managed to cry out, shaking her head from side to side, still unable to come to terms with the fact that I was actually going to suck on her sopping wet, virgin cunt, complete with a rather thick patch of crinkly, curly pubic hair.
"Allow me to be the judge of that, baby..." I said to her huskily, finding the musky odor of her inflamed cunt intoxicating. Without waiting for her reply, I once again clamped my mouth on her vagina, and began to probe the slit of her vagina with my tongue. "Unnnnhhhh..." I heard her cry out again though clenched teeth, as her hands involuntarily grabbed hold of my hair, tugging at it violently. Ignoring the pain, I continued to try to prise open the thightly closed lips of her pussy with my tongue, even as I used the fingers of my right hand to continue to finger her gently.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 80

As she began to squirm violently, and thrash about on the sofa, I quickly slid my left hand under her ass and cupped her taut, muscular, compact buttocks. Holding her buttocks, I pulled her pelvis upwards to my mouth, allowing better access to my tongue, licking her young cunt. By now, her entire body was shivering uncontrollably, and I could feel her raise her but straight off the sofa, unable to reign in her inflamed body any longer.

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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 81

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

"This..." I groaned huskily, as I cupped those incredible hard, young tits in my hand, and began to run my tongue across her tiny, pebble sized, budding nipples. "Bhaiyyaaa..." I heard her groan, as her fingers automatically grabbed hold of my hair, even as I opened my mouth and began to suckle on her tender, young breasts ardently.
As I pulled my mouth away from her tits, I saw how flushed her face was. Her fingers had automatically tightened around the shaft of my cock through my underwear, and I breathed "Yes, baby ... that feels nice..." thrusting my hips upwards to let her know that I was enjoying the feel of her hand on my cock. Nodding her head imperceptibly, she quickly lowered her face, and began to place soft kisses on my chest.
She shifted her thighs on my pelvis, grazing her knee against my hardnress through the briefs, even as she tentatively thrust her tongue out, and began to run it on my chest. Despite the hair on my chest, she kissed my nipples, and ran her tongue on it, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
Sensing the way my body was responding to her touch, she slid further down on my torso, her lips never leaving my body, as she did her best to pleasure me in her amateurish way. Her thin lips soon reached my belly, and began to run in circles around my belly button, even as her hand slid down to caress my thighs.
Watching this young, teenage collegegirl trying to master the art of lovemaking, her forehead creased in concentration, I felt my lust surge through me. She glanced up at me from my pelvis, as if seeking my approval, and upon seeing me nod in appreciation, smiled shyly. Closing her eyes, she then proceeded to rest her face against the lump of my cock in the underwear, letting the hardness press against her cheek.
She rubbed her cheek against my underwear, nudging my cock with her chin, causing me to jerk my pelvis up. "Yes, baby..." I hissed, waiting for her to pull my briefs down, and free my tortured cock. As if reading my mind, she lifted her face from my crotch, and placing her had on the bulge, looked at me once again, as if seeking my permission.
When I nodded, she hooked her trembling fingers in the elastic waistband of my Jockeys and began to pull them down. I raised my butt off the mattress, to aid her in removing my underwear, and as she pulled it down, my cock sprang out like an angry cobra, slapping against my belly. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as my rock hard penis came into view, the swollen head glistening with my aroused secretions.
Her breath escaping in shallow gasps from her trembling lips, her firm tits heaving, she tentatively took hold of my quivering cock in her trembling hand, and held it, as if savoring the feel of it. "Miniii..." I groaned thickly, feeling her slender fingers wrap themselves around the thick shaft of my cock, the veins bulging out.
"Stroke it, Mini..." I found myself gasping, as she held my cock gingerly, unsure of what to do. Nodding her head slightly, she gazed at my swollen cock in awe, and began to jerk it awkwardly, causing my foreskin to get stretched painfully. "Oooohhh ... not so hard, baby..." I cried out, wincing, as she began to tug on my cock in an unpracticed manner.
"Oh, sorry ... sorry ... sorry..." she gasped, biting her lips, as she winced herself at the little pain that she'd caused me. "It's OK, baby ... just be a little gentle..." I said with a weak smile, watching the expression of guilt cloud her face. "I'm sorry, bhaiyyaa..." she whispered again, as she loosened her grip on my cock, and began to caress it rather too gently. Throwing my head back on my pillow, I relished the feel of her hands softly caressing my cock, teasing it more than stimulating it.
As I arched my neck to glance at her, I was pleased to see her eyes intent on the swollen mushroom shaped tip of my cock, which glistened in the dark like a light pole. I saw her wet her lips automatically with her tongue, as she pouted her lips in concentration, intent upon mastering the art of pleasing a man.
"Like this, bhaiyyaa... ?" I heard her ask, as she held my cock gingerly between her thumb and two of her fingers, stroking it ever so gently; holding it upright in her hand. "Yes, baby..." I said hoarsely, watching her trembling lips. Looking at me shyly, her face flushed with arousal, she asked "Bhaiyyaa ... shall I ... shall I do what ... umm ... what Sarla aunty was doing... ?" her voice so husky and shy that it sent another suge of arousal coursing through me.
"Yes, baby ... only if you are comfortable doing it..." I managed to gasp, my arousal mounting. "I will, bhaiyyaa ... I want to..." she mumbled, trying desperately to prove to me that she was up to the task. Swallowing nervously, she brought her trembling lips to the swollen tip of my cock, and placed a soft, tentative kiss on it. After brushing her lips against my cock head, she jerked her head back, and looked at my cock, as if studying the effect it had had.
My pre-cum had oozed out liberally from the slit of my cock, and she well its wetness smear her trembling lips, I saw, to my utter amazement, that she ran her tongue over her lips, as if tasting it tentatively! I saw her puse her lips, and let out an audible sigh. After all, the taste of a man's secretions was bound to be repulsive for a girl who'd never experienced it before.
I was half expecting her to sit up, and apologize to me for not being able to go ahead. But to my surprise, I saw her purse her lips, and once again bring her mouth to my cock, a determined expression on her face. As I watched with bated breath, she thrust out her slender tongue, and tentatively licked the tip of my cock, making me groan involuntariy. "Oh, yes..." I cried out thickly, arching my hip upwards, urging her to do it again.
Reassured, she repeated the process, this time allowing her tongue to linger on my slimy, swollen cock head, licking at it tentatively, as one would an unknown flavor of ice cream. I so desperately wanted to grab hold of her head, and thrust my cock into her virgin mouth, but resisted the temptation with great effort. I tightened the muscles of my buttocks, and stretched my legs out taut, trying my best to control my arousal.
"Miniiii..." I found myself groaning once again, as she, without warning, opened her slender mouth, and took the swollen tip of my cock inside. Screwing her eyes shut, I felt her gag involuntarily, as the unfamiliar, and somewhat unpleasant taste of my slimy, inflamed cock invaded her mouth. Her head jerked involuntarily, and she automatically pulled away, her mouth screwed in repulsion. Swallowing involuntarily, and taking a deep breath, she looked at me guiltily, her eyes plaintive and apologetic, at not being able to adjust to the taste of my cock.
Though I was aroused to the hilt, and almost beyond the realms of self control, I found myself sympathizing with her. "It's alright, baby ... it's alright ... you don't have to do it..." I said softly, sitting up partly on the mattress, and reaching out to touch her cheek. "Come here..." I said to her gently, tugging at her arm, asking her to come towards me. The expression was so plaintive, that it touched my heart.
She was almost on the verge of tears, and her large eyes were brimming with them, even as her lips quivered. Swallowing once again, she took a deep breath, and shook her head, as if determined not to give up. Before I could react, she once again lowered her mouth to my cock and took it inside her mouth, leaving me gasping with surprise. A tiny gurgling sound emanated from deep within her throat, as she screwed her eyes shut, and opened her thin lipped mouth wide, in a desperate attempt to take my cock inside.
"Ummmffffff..." she gasped, as she thrust her mouth down on my cock awkwardly, the tip of my cock hitting the base of her uninitiated, tender mouth. I saw her Adam's apple bob, and her body gave a little shudder, as she gagged involuntarily on my swollen cock. Without warning, she retched, and threw up, her slender frame wracking, as some hot bile spilled out of her mouth. Alarmed, I sat up, and yanked her head off my cock. "Baby, enough..." I hissed, grabbing her by her shoulders and pulling her to me.
My lust suddenly took a backseat, as the poor, virgin Mini, broke down, her body shuddering with her sobs. "Ohh, baby..." I cried out, my heart going out to this teenage girl. The tears were streaming down her cheeks, and soem phlegm was also drooling down her nostrils. Grabbing hold of my discarded t-shirt, I took her in my arms, and resting her weeping form against my chest, I wiped her face clean of the tears, phlegm, and bile.
Continuing to sob, I heard her mumble "I'm so sorry, bhaiyyaa ... I'm so sorry..." still unable to come to terms with the fact that she had failed so miserably in her attempts to please me. Feeling thoroughly disgusted with myself, I held her in my arms, gently caressing her trembling body, whispering sweet words of solace to her. "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry..." she kept repeating, amidst sobs, her body continuing to heave.
"Hush, baby ... hush..." I soothed her, pulling her face up by her chin. Looking into her tear streaked face, I smiled and said to her gently "It doesn't matter, baby ... bhaiyya still loves you..." my voice soft and soothing. "Nooo..." she cried, breaking into a fresh burst of sobs, and burying her face in her hands " ... you hate me ... you hate me..." she cried, shaking her head from side to side. Sighing with exasperation, I took a deep breath to calm myself. Pulling her hands away from her face, I kissed both her hands, and said "Mini ... look into my eyes..." my tone firm.
When she didn't respond, I jerked her hand hard, and repeated "Mini ... look at me..." my voice rising. With tears still streaming down her dark face, she looked up blearily, her face wrought with disgust at herself. "Look into my eyes, Mini ... do you think I can ever hate you... ?" I said earnestly, my voice soft.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 82

She blinked her eyes rapidly, and angrily wiped her tears away, before looking into my eyes. She gazed into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity, oblivious of her nakedness. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." she finally cried out, as much with anguish as with relief, and flung her arms around my neck. With a little cry, she wrapped her slender, yet strong arms around my neck, and smothered me with her embrace.

She clung on to me like a small child, pressing her young, firm body to mine, and holding on to me as if for dear life. "I love you, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her whisper hoarsely, her throat still heavy with her crying. "I love you too, baby..." I found myself saying, as I held her lithe, supple, naked body in my arms, rocking back and forth gently in an attempt to soothe her.
Gently, I lay back, pulling me down with her, so that she was practically lying on top of me, her naked body pressed to mine. My cock, despite the emotional turmoil, was still rock hard, and rubbed against her thighs, as she flung her legs across my pelvis.
I could well imagine how miserable a young girl like her would be feeling, at having failed in her attempt to act like a grown up. Realizing that the only way to make her feel better about herself would be to have her do something for me, I said softly "Baby ... see how hard I still am ... it's only because of you..." gently caressing her bare back.
Lifting her gaze to look at me, she replied "But, bhaiyyaa ... I could not..." unable to complete her sentence. "You will, baby ... you will ... this is not the last time..." I said to her with a gentle smile, caressing her cheeks, and running my fingers along her trembling lips. Seeing that she was still unconvinced, I said "Now, will you do something for me, baby..." smiling at her lovingly. "Yes ... yes ... tell me, please..." she blurted, eager to redeem herself in some way.
Moving my hips so that my hard cock rubbed against her slim, muscular thighs, I said "Will you stroke me, baby ... with your hand... ?" my voice ever so gently. "Oh, yes bhaiyyaa ... please ... I will do..." she mumbled guiltily, grateful that I had not abandoned her. As she tried to sit up to go towards my cock, I held her in place, and said "No, baby ... just lie here ... and do it with your hand ... I want to feel your lovely body in my hands..." smiling at her.
A tiny, tentative smile came to her trembling lips, as she quickly nodded her head, and snuggled up to me. Resting her head on my shoulder, my chin touching her skull, she reached down to once again take my cock in her hand. Without any delay, she looked down at my cock, and quickly took hold of it in her hand.
Taking it in her grasp, this time holding it with all her fingers, she began to stroke it rhythmically. I just lay back, and gazed at the incredibly sexy body of this young, teenage college girl, lying naked in my arms, her dark body glistening with sweat, and those incredibly hard, tennis ball sized breasts pressed against my rib cage, stroking my cock intently.
I had been holding on to my erection for a fair bit of time now, and new that I was going to ejaculate soon. There was something even more erotic about the unpracticed and somewhat awkward manner in which she stroked my cock, and I felt my balls tightening in anticipation. "Do it faster, Mini..." I found myself urging her, eliciting a soft murmur of assent from her. Tightening her grip around the shaft of my cock, she began to pump it faster, holding it upright in her hand.
"Yessss ... that feels so good..." I hissed, more for her benefit than mine, and clutched her slender back, urging her to stroke me faster. She still had her right leg dbangd over my thighs, and her knees were almost touching my swollen balls, as she jerked my cock intently, watching it in rapt attention. "Mini ... I'm going to come now..." I groaned, reaching down to cup her buttocks as I said that.
"Unhh..." she muttered, nodding her head, as she increased the tempo of stroking me. "Oh, yesss..." I groaned, as I felt my pent up arousal finally burst, sending a thick, ropey, spurt of my sizzling hot semen shooting out through the slit of my swollen cock head. Mini gave a tiny yelp of surprise, as she saw my ejaculation spurt out of my cock, and land on my belly.
Her fingers automatically tightened around the shaft of my cock, as she stopped jerking immediately, and just held my cock, watching in rapt attention, as subsequent bursts of my ejaculation shot out of my cock, and dribbled down the shaft, forming a little pool of semen at the base of my cock.
"Phhewww..." I breathed, falling back on my pillow, relieved to have finally come. The young Mini held on to my cock like something precious, as she took in the sight of a man ejaculating, perhaps for the first time in her life. When she finally looked up at me, I smiled at her weekly, and said "That was lovely, Mini ... it felt so nice ... thank you so much..." my chest heaving.
It had not been my one of strongest orgasms, but it definitely had been one of the most emotionally satisfying ones. "So much better than fucking those sluttish village girls..." I thought to myself wryly, even a I reached out to caress Mini's cheeks. There was a hint of a smile on her face, flushed with excitement as she was; and I was relieved to see that she was beginning to feel better about herself now.
As she continued to gaze at me lovingly, I said "You were great, Mini ... you were fantastic..." trying my best to make her feel good about herself. She blushed at that, and smiled shyly, still not letting go of the shaft of my cock which had begun to go limp now. "Now let me clean up..." I said to her with a little laugh, gently pushing her away from me, and sitting up in the mattress.
She watched me, tenderness writ all over her face, as took my discarded underwear, and wiped myself clean. Tucking the crumpled underwear under the mattress, I reached out to take the bottle of water that Sarla bhabhi had placed by the side of sofa. Offering her the bottle, I said "Drink some water, baby ... I know you are thirsty..." smiling at her warmly.
She took the bottle from me silently, and drank from it thirstily, before handing the bottle back to me. After I'd quenched my thirst too, I turned to her and said "Now we better get dressed..." chuckling good naturedly. Blushing at my remark, she sat up and put on her bra. Then she proceeded to slip the oversized gown over her head, even as I pulled the track pants over my legs.
As she sat there on the edge of the mattress, watching me like I was some hero, I reached out to her and kissed her softly on the lips. "Thank you, Mini..." I said to her softly, as I pulled my lips away from hers. "Thank you ... bhaiyyaa..." she replied simply, the simple, straightforward look back on her face. With the much anticipated encounter behind us, we lay back in our respective places; Mini on the couch and me on the mattress below.
Turning to her side, she dangled her hand down, and reached out to take my hand in hers. Holding my hand in hers, she wished me good night, and closed her eyes; a somewhat content look on her face. I watched her lie there, her eyes closed, and her breathing regular, as the tired girl drifted off to sleep content in the knowledge that she'd spent a special night with me. With a sigh, I too closed my eyes and lay back on the mattress, content with myself. Soon, with the sound of Mini's regular breathing in the background, I too drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning, feeling the warmth of a soft body against mine. I sat up with a start, fearful for a moment that Mini might have come and lied down next to me sometime during the night. As I jerked my head to glance at who it was, relieved coursed through me. For it was not Mini, but the luscious Sarla bhabhi who lay curled up against me, her arms dbangd around me from behind.
My movements woke her up too, and as her sleepy eyes flitted open, she gave me lazy, sleepy smile. "Good morning, beta..." she wished me cheerfully, her fresh from sleep face creasing in a broad smile. "Uh, good morning, aunty..." I mumbled, alarmed at how she could have come and lain with me so openly, especially when Mini and her cousin were in the house. Catching the nervous look on my face, she chuckled and said "Don't worry, beta ... there is no one in the house..." rubbing her sleepy eyes, as she smiled at me.
"But, Mini... ?" I mumbled, my head still foggy from sleep. "Oh, she had to go to college, beta ... so they left early in the morning ... you were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't feel like waking you up ... so I dropped them home in the car..." she said cheerfully, ruffling my hair fondly. That's when I took a good look at Sarla bhabhi, and realized that she was clad in a petticoat and sleeveless blouse only.
I figured that she'd have changed into a saree to drop Mini and her cousin home, and upon getting back, would have discarded her saree, before getting into bed with me. Suddenly, I was conscious of the fact that I was still bare-chested, and began to search for my t-shirt.
"What's the hurry, beta ... you don't have a college to go to anymore ... do you... ?" she asked me teasingly, her merry eyes twinkling with laughter. "Yeah, you're right, aunty..." I replied with a laugh, realizing that my 36-year old married neighbour was inviting me spend some more time in bed with her. Reaching up to place her delicate, manicured fingers on my thigh, she said seductively "I wanted you so badly yesterday night, beta ... I even tried to wake you up..." her lips pouting sexily.
That's when memories of last night came flooding back to me, and I felt my cock harden instantly, as I thought about the luscious Sarla bhabhi jerking off the strapping, young Biju, and even giving him a blowjob. I was about to blurt about that I'd seen what she'd been up to, but held myself in check somehow. I figured it was better to a few aces up my sleeve with her. "Oh, aunty..." I groaned, portraying arousal "I was so turned on yesterday night ... and that Mini ... she just did not go inside ... so there was nothing I could do..." pouting my lips in pretentious disappointment.
As she smiled knowingly, I continued "Finally ... I had to go to the bathroom, and..." leaving the rest unsaid, and smiling shyly, letting her know with my eyes that I eventually had to masturbate. "Oh, so sad..." she purred sexily, her fingers creeping to my crotch, and caressing my rapidly hardening penis through the thick fabric of my track pants.

[Heisenberg]

Part - 83

"Well, we have all the time in the world now..." she said, that patented teasing smile playing on her lush pink lips. "Yes..." I gasped, feeling my cock respond to the ministrations of her fingers inside my pants. Responding with alacrity, she sat up on the mattress and gently pushed me down on my back. As she swung one leg across me and straddled my pelvis, I said "Aunty ... you looked so absolutely lovely yesterday night..." looking her in the eye with a smile.

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

[Heisenberg]

Part - 84

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

"Auntieee ... I want you to..." I gasped, unable to continue, as I was overcome by the sensations of her teasing my rock hard cock with her soft skin. "You want me to... ?" she breathed huskily, a tantalizing smile playing on her lush pink lips, as she gazed at my tortured face. "You want aunty to suck it, beta... ?" she finally breathed, her voice thick with arousal. "Yessss ... oh, yessss..." I groaned, immensely turned on by the fact that she was making me say it.
With a little smile on her lips, she parted her lips, and began to lick on the swollen tip of my cock with her tongue. "Ohhhhh..." I gasped, as I felt the wetness of her tongue cool the seething hotness of my throbbing cock. Taking a firm grip of the shaft in her milky white hands, she proceeded to lick the swollen head of my cock lovingly; uttering soft throat moans all the time. As I squirmed around violently, she proceeded to open her mouth, and slowly took in the swollen tip into her mouth.
"Ohh, auntieee..." I groaned again, reaching down to grab hold of her shoulders. "Ummmm..." she moaned in response, as she began to lovingly roll the tip of my cock inside her mouth, lashing the tongue against it, as if enjoying a delicious mouth watering candy. I had to hand it to her, for there was no one who could suck cock better than her. Given the fact that I had my early morning hard-on, I knew that I couldn't hold on for too long, as I tended to come quite quickly in the mornings.
"Aunty..." I hissed through, clenched teeth, tugging at her shoulders. Letting my cock slip out of her mouth, she looked at me and asked "Yes, beta... ?" her face flushed with excitement. "Aunty, I want to..." I gasped, unable to get myself to say what I wanted to. "Yes, beta ... you want to ... what... ?" she asked, the smile beginning to play on her lips again as she teased me out of habit. As I threw my head from side to side, she smiled seductively, and asked "Tell me, beta ... you want to fuck me... ?" her eyes burning with desire, even though her lips continued to smile tantalizingly.
Hearing these words emitted by the sexy, immensely desirable, 36-year old housewife, I felt my cock give a violent jerk. Arching my neck, I said to her hoarsely "Oh yes, aunty ... I want to fuck you..." my voice sounding more like a croak. "Say that again beta ... I want to hear you say that..." she hissed, her face flushed with arousal, and her eyes blazing. "I want you to fuck me, auntie..." I groaned, reaching out to squeeze one of her dangling, ripe, milky white breasts with my hand.
"Ohhh, betaaaa..." she cried out, turned on by hearing me say these words, as she quickly straddled my pelvis, and began to pull up her petticoat. Owing to the petticoat, I couldn't see her pussy, but I gave an involuntary shudder when she reached under the folds of her petticoat and guided my erect phallus to the opening of her waiting cunt. As the tip of my penis grazed against the trimmed hair of her 36-year old pussy, I let out a soft moan of pleasure in anticipation.
Supporting herself, with her knees on either side of pelvis, she moved her hips back and forth, rubbing the wetness of her vagina against the rock hard shaft of my penis. "Can you feel how wet aunty is, beta... ?" she whispered in a thick voice, her inflamed eyes gazing into mine. "Yess..." I hissed, my cock relishing the sensations. "Do you want me to take you inside me now, beta... ?" she hissed again, continuing to tantalize me with her aroused talking. "Yes, aunty ... yes..." I gasped, unable to bear the sensations any more.
With a groan, she reached between her thighs under the petticoat, and guided my quivering penis to the moist opening of her juicy cunt. "Uuunnhhh..." she let out an aroused moan, as I felt the shaft of my cock, slithering into the juicy wetness of her mature cunt. She was aroused to the hilt, and the ease with which my cock slid into her pussy was a testimony to that.
"I have been waiting since yesterday night, betaaa..." she groaned, her voice thick with arousal, as she settled her weight on me, and let my cock plunge into the juicy, ripe depth of her cunt. "Like this, beta... ?" She asked me through her parted lips, as she began to grind her hips on mine, sending my cock slithering in and out of her juicy, wet pussy. "Ohh, yesss..." I groaned, the sensations of her steaming, hot cunt sending currents of pleasure down my spine.
Her soft, full, ripe, milky white 36-C breasts were wobbling enticingly on top of me, as she moved her hips back and forth, completely overcome by her desire for my thick cock. As I ran my tongue involuntarily over my parched lips, she whispered "Suck on my breasts, beta ... suck on them..." her voice thick with arousal. With a groan, I arched my neck upwards, and clamped my mouth on her dangling breasts, cupping them with my hands at the same time, and mauling them like a man possessed.
"Yesss..." she groaned, her excitement mounting, as she quickly planted the soles of her feet on the mattress, and squatted over me. Leaning forward to place her hands on either side of my chest, she began to raise and lower her butt, sending my cock thrusting into the aroused depths of her cunt with each downward thrust. The sight of the incredibly hot Sarla bhabhi, her creamy white complexion gleaming, her hair disheveled and falling over her face, and her lush, ripe, milky white breasts capped with those erotic pinkish nipples jiggling enticingly, nearly drove me mad.
I began to reciprocate by thrusting my hips upwards, timing myself to her downward thrusts, the sounds of her butt slapping against my pelvis, sounding strangely erotic. Her milky white, pretty face was flushed red with blood, and her lips were parted, her breath escaping them in shallow gasps, as she fucked me with gusto. I marveled at how aroused she was, and realized that she probably had been bottling up her desires for quite some time now.
As she continued to pump her cunt on my cock relentlessly, gasping for breath, I could sense that she was beginning to tire. She was moaning incessantly, and I saw her flushed face contorting as the first waves of her orgasm began to course through her body. Beginning to feel her cunt muscles twitch and clamp on my cock, I realized that I would explode any moment too. Reaching out for her, I squeezed her soft, fleshy arms, and said "Auntiee ... lie down ... let me..." conveying to her that I wanted to get on top now.
Relieved at the offer, she nodded, and fell forward on me. With her collapsing on me, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and rolled over, not letting my cock slip out of her cunt, as I came on top of her. As she fell on to her back, I positioned myself between her outstretched thighs, and roughly pushed her petticoat up, to gaze at my cock buried inside her moist, inflamed pussy.
"Fuck me, beta ... fuck me..." I heard her cry out, as she looked into my eyes, her own eyes burning with desire. On a sudden impulse, I reached out for one of her uplifted thighs, and swung it to one side, making her lie down with her back on the mattress, but with both her legs twisted to one side, her thighs pressed together. In this position, I could fuck her enjoying the best of both worlds, the comfort of the missionary position, and the eroticism of the doggy style.
"Ohh, yesss..." she groaned encouragingly, thrilled to see me take the initiative. Holding her soft, luscious, milky white butt in my hand, I began to fuck her from behind, even as she lay with her torso twisted towards me; her soft breasts jiggling with each thrust. Suddenly, she arched her neck and her hands spread out wide, clutching the bed sheet, as she let out a little scream of pleasure. I felt her dripping wet cunt, clamp down on my cock, and squeeze them pulsatingly.
Her cuntal muscles spasmed, and almost milked my cock, as I felt my balls also tightening, and my fresh, early morning semen begin its short journey from my scrotal sacs to her vaginal receptacle. Her red glass bangles jingled, as she thrashed about violently, even as I held her by her waist firmly, and kept ramming my cock into her cunt from behind. As her orgasm ravaged her body, her torso twisted at an impossible angle, and her lush pink lips opened to emit prolonged cry of sheer ecstasy.
With a loud groan, I too shot my load deep inside her cunt, continuing to thrust savagely, even as my cock spewed forth its load of boiling, hot semen. As her cries fizzled down to a moan, I too collapsed on her, having ejaculated the last burst of my prodigious semen. We lay there gasping for breath, my cock still trapped between her thighs, inside her cunt, trying to get our heartbeat under control. After a while, I rolled off her, and held her from behind in my arms, my spent cock still nuzzled against the crack of her luscious ass. As we lay there, I felt my hot jism oozing out of her cunt, and dripping down the insides of her thighs, on to the bed sheet.
Spent, both Sarla bhabhi and I lay there on the mattress for some time, before I felt the urge to take a piss. By the time I came out of the toilet, she'd gotten up, and was making tea for me in the kitchen. Her pent up sexual hunger having been satiated, she was back to her cheerful, flirtatious self, and tried her best to convince me to spend the rest of the day with her. But, if there was anything I'd learned over the years, it was that familiarity invariably led to contempt. Declining her invitation politely, I took leave of her and returned to my house.

[Heisenberg]

THE END

Story Completed

[Cowboy]

When will be jigna sex episode

[radhikaskn1988]

Great story telling. Will the Jignesh Alka happen again?

[Heisenberg]

Guys this story is collected from old XOSSIP site .
I am not the original writer. I uploaded all updates given by the original writer.

[koolme98]

this is so much a wonderful story... the details are mind blowing

[Tjain83]

Just excellent work by you by reposting.

[rahul_urdost]

good narration.

[sri7869]

Good story